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Hacker (Winter Soldier/Reader)
While most kids your age where sitting at a plastic desk in some dusty high-school, you were sitting in a café across from Stark Tower with your laptop, digging around in the mainframe network of celebrity Tony Stark. Not that you minded of course, you graduated high school at the age of 15, and went straight into the business of programming and hacking. That was productive for about 7 months, when you decided it was all too easy and figured you could find a decent challenge in hacking the network of the high profile billionaire, Tony Stark. You had made it through his main firewall easily enough, and the 6 other network defense systems to make it into the main frame, in a little over an hour. As you buried yourself in lines of code, you recognized the sound of people coming and going from the café but barely acknowledged anyone.
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Mr.Hiddleston (Tom Hiddleston/reader)
For the past few hours you'd been sitting amongst the other industry folks that had been part of the show, in which you had worked as a techie.  After the final performance of Shakespeare's Coriolanus, the entire company had taken over the top floor of a local dive. Though you had never really been one for crowds, you sat quietly and listened to the stories being told. You laughed as appropriate, and tried to seem interested in what was being said. Honestly, you weren't  really listening and almost missed your name in the conversation.
"Sorry? What was that?" You ask apologetically, tuning in to the exchange.
"i said congratulations, on an amazing show. You did an astounding job." It was the actor who played Coriolanus, Mr. Hiddleston as you knew him.
"Thank you Mr. Hiddleston, but really I didn't do much at all, all the talent comes from you lot." You responded trying to avert the attention away from yourself. 
"Please Darling, call me Tom." He smiled genuinely, inspiri
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Battle of the Hearts ((ThorinxReader))
The company was awaiting Thorin’s order, which he would not give. Rather he would watch his kin be slaughtered by the orcs. No longer would you wait, you must speak with him. Kili wanted to do the same, though you persuaded him to give you a moment alone with Thorin.
“How can you sit there, and call yourself a King, while your kinsmen are being slaughtered. I will not stand by and watch as you-” You cared for Thorin, truly, but this was not the Thorin that you had once known.
“You dare speak to me that way? After I have pardoned your disobedience of coming after my company? You should not be here at all, yet you dare to speak against me. I am your King, and you will obey me.” He stood a good bit taller than you, and under normal circumstances you would never disrespect him. But the circumstances where not normal, he was sick with power. You could see it in his eyes, the same eyes that used to make you blush whenever they would fall upon you. The same eyes
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Disobedient (SPN)(Daddy!Dean/Reader)(1/2) :iconkarizuki:Karizuki 14 4
Legendary Papa!Peter x Mum!Gamora
A/N: So I recently saw Guardians of the Galaxy and it was pretty good. I came out of the theater with a new ship, Star Lord x Gamora. I also thought that it would be super cute if they got together and sometime in the future had a child, which Gamora names after her sister, and she gets her middle name from Peter’s Mum.  Of course when there child asks for a story Papa Peter tells her about the 5 Guardians the saved the Galaxy.
After traveling across the galaxy time and time again, the guardians decided that it was time to take a break. Drax ‘the Destroyer’ left to become a cage fighter, one of the best in the galaxy for that matter. Rocket and Groot went back to doing what they do best, bounty hunting. Meanwhile, Gamora and Peter bought a house on Nova and started a family. Baby Nebula Meredith Quill had her father’s fire red hair and her mother’s greenish complexion. Most days she was a very well behaved baby, but sometimes she had trouble goi
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EIEN STRIFE! chibi by Karizuki EIEN STRIFE! chibi :iconkarizuki:Karizuki 1 1
An Untitled Piece
If its so simple
then why is it so hard,
and if it's so simple
then why is it so important?
I've spent my life believing
that there was something wrong with me,
in the way I act, and in the way I look.
Finding flaws in everything I do.
But never again
will I trade originality for normality,
because what is normal really?
Is it simply the things you expect,
or is it a concept of right and wrong
that lies on the line between sanity and insanity.
Perhaps it only exists in our minds,
in a battle between what is right and what is righteous.
Can we coexist so simply,
or is it just a fantasy.
So enlightened as we seem,
are we really so opaque.
It's hard sometimes, to pretend,
that I'm not broken,
that I'm okay,
but for now I manage.
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Dean's Compromise *Smut* :iconkarizuki:Karizuki 66 9
A Blue Evening (V-day one shot)
Out of all of Odin's children you were the only one that could travel between the nine realms without the use of the bitfrost. Of all the places you could go you preferred Jotenheim. Not that you didn't like Asgard of course, just that it was a bit too chaotic sometimes.
You were sitting on an icy ridge, tears frozen to your cheeks when you felt the cold hand wrap over your shoulder. Unsheathing your knife you spin to face your attacker. "Prince Loki?" You're relieved to find that it is only the Prince.
"Sheath your weapon, good (god title)." You nod apologetically, sliding the knife into your waist band.
"What brings you here Prince? Should not you be at your brother's wedding?" Thor, the soon-to-be King was wedding Lady Sif.
"Should not you be at your future king's wedding?" He grins softly. touché . "Have you been weeping (god title)?" He grimaces, taking your cheek in one hand and brushing away the frozen tear with his thumb.
"It is nothing Prince. Come, sha
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Lovely Affair ((Sherlock x Reader)) Ch 8 *Smut* :iconkarizuki:Karizuki 46 9
Lovely Affair ((Sherlock x Reader)) Ch 7
“(f/n)… I love you more than anything; I will find a way back to you no matter what.” He whispered, kissing the back of your hand. “Or else you will be my demise.”

*one week after being released from the hospital*
"(F/n), you know how you always wanted to live in New York?" John asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, why?" You respond nonchalantly, flipping through a newspaper.
"I think it might be a good idea for you to get out of London for a while. Just until we sort the whole Moriarty thing out." He says calmly.
"Leave London?! I think not! With you here and Ms. Hudson..." you leave out Sherlock's name for the time being. "And I love it so much here. I really don't want to leave now! Besides I can handle Richard, I-I mean Jim..." you trail off.
"Richard? Jim? What are you taking about?" He sighs "(f/n) I already know about you and Sherlock, what else aren't you telling me?"
You blush at the mention of you and Sherlock "ah, well appar
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Lovely Affair ((Sherlock x Reader)) Ch 6
“I love you” you mouth to him before you let your eyes fall closed.

[Sherlock’s POV]
2 hours had already passed since Sherlock had brought (f/n) to the hospital when john arrived. “Oh god, oh god what happened?!” john demanded
“John it was Moriarty… it was my fault I knew he was going to try something and I let her out of my sight and… and” Sherlock’s voice cracks slightly.
“I knew I shouldn't have brought her into this, I just wanted to protect her from everything, I just wanted to keep her safe. I’m so stupid, I have to find a way to keep her safe. I-I’ll ask my cousins if she can live with them in Lincoln. I’ll send her to visit the US, she has to leave. I can’t keep her safe here. I-” John Rambled on.
“John Shut up! Shut up!” John stared at him in shock. “You can’t make her leave john, there’s no way she’ll agree… th
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Lovely Affair ((Sherlock x Reader)) Ch 5.2
“No it’s not; you’ll go along with it because you’re just as curious as me. I won’t let them hurt you (f/n) I swear. Besides you don’t have a choice, it’s already begun.” He murmurs as he pulls you down a poorly lit alley.
“What?!” you exclaim, pulling away from him. “Sherlock, What the hell is going on?!” He grabs at your wrist, pulling you behind him. “Sherlock!”
“Come on.” He sighs.
“No! I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on!” you pull free from his grasp and cross your arms on over your chest. “I swear Sherlock, I’m going back to the flat, I want no part of… of whatever this is!”
“Fine, I don’t need your help anyway! You’ll just get in the way, you stupid woman.” Shocked and appalled you turn and head back to the flat, tears blurring your eyes. He can
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Lovely Affair ((Sherlock x Reader)) Ch 5.1
He agrees wrapping an arm around you and kissing your forehead. “I Love you (f/n).”
Without even thinking you say. “I Love you too, Sherlock.”

The door squeaks on its hinges as john returns to the flat. You look at Sherlock, panicking. He smiles slyly as he slips back into his trousers and his button up shirt. “John will head upstairs, I’ll slip out after him, and you can come up whenever you’re ready.” You nod in agreement and sure enough with-in a few seconds you here the patter of john on the stairs. Sherlock slips out of the room, leaving you with a sly wink. You smiles light heartedly and head to the guest bathroom to clean up.
Content with your appearance, you head out of your room and head to the lower level kitchen to visit misses Hudson. “Misses H?” you call as you walk into the kitchen.
“Tea dearie?” Ms. Hudson asks casually.
“No thank you, but I do have a fa
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Hannibal x Reader -Humans-
Humans - Civil Twilight
Rain patters lightly on the side of the windows as you pull into the driveway. The house is painted perfectly, every bush is perfectly trimmed, the lawn perfectly manicured, and the man inside is perfect. You have always felt that you where the one scratch in his perfect façade.
There's one way out and no way in
Back to the beginning
There's one way back to home again
To where I feel forgiven

You step out of the car and shut the door quietly, standing in the rain. “He deserves so much better than me” you think. What does he possibly see in you that makes you even the slightest bit desirable. You stand in the rain as your hair plasters to your scalp.
What is this I feel? Why is it so real?
What am I to say?

He looks up at you from inside the window, his eyes look sad. He sets his cooking utensils down and wipes his hands on his apron.
It's only love, it's only pain
It's only fear that runs
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Is this Tom's eye? oh god I hope it is, is it wierd that i an recognize him from just that? anyway critique time, are you really twelve...

I am a huge fan of all things Marvel so I like the whole concept in general. I think it could use a little more clean-up with the lines...



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You were always put off by doctor Lecter, he had such and dark energy about him, not to mention his pompous attitude. It seemed like he was always speaking down to everyone, except when he spoke to Will Graham of course. You had met him for the first time during an investigation following the imprisonment of Mr. Graham.


”you have a very skilled mind, like your predecessor, I imagine you'll grow into his shoes rather quickly.” Says a distinctive voice, heavily overshadowed by a Lithuanian accent.


“My predecessor, is now in the Baltimore state hospital for the criminally insane. So as you can imagine, I'm in no way inclined to fill said shoes.” You respond smartly, turning to face the voice.


“You were one of his students, I remember you. Will Graham spoke very fondly of you, (y/n).” You where more than just his student, you where his friend, sometimes with benefits, even a romantic partner at times, but never out about your relationship. Of course you didn't tell Hannibal that.


“You must be doctor Lecter, pleasure to meet you.” You lie, offering your hand to shake. Instead, he smirks kissing the back of your hand.


“The pleasure is all mine, would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”*


And that's how you ended up here… well that's how it started, you're still not sure how you ended up in this situation. You knew doctor Lecter’s traitorous secret, but somehow, you trusted him. Maybe you really were following in Will’s footsteps. After the first time you two ate together, you went to see Will. You didn't specifically tell him about your ‘date’ so to speak, but he seemed to know anyway. You had figured that the doctor may one day make a meal of you, but Will’s carefully worded warning made everything seem much more complicated.


as time went on you continued to visit Will, answering whatever questions he may ask honestly, but at work it seemed you could never get away from Hannibal. This was fine for a few months, and then everything changed. There were rumors that Will Graham had been let out, as well as something about a nurse at the asylum attempting to kill doctor Lecter. To distract everyone from these rumors Hannibal held a dinner party, to which he invited Dr. Chilton, Jack Crawford, and yourself, he even offered to pick you up, seeing as your car was in the shop. You were shocked to find out that there really had been an attempt to take Hannibal’s life. Even with this news, The whole time, It seemed like all eyes were on you, your figure wrapped in a tight black dress. It wasn't anything over the top, but the just-above-knee-length skirt had a strip of shear black lace on either side that reached up to the middle of your thigh. You had caught Chilton looking more than once, Jack, whom you knew was faithfully married, behaved, but Hannibal, Hannibal couldn't keep his hands off of you. You tried to ask about Will a few times but someone would always change the subject.


As the the other two men headed home, you offered to help clean up in the kitchen. As You begin to rinse the dishes, Hannibal wraps his arms around your middle from behind. “I don't like the way Chilton looks at you, it's insulting.”


“You mean he looks at me like I'm a piece of meat,” you tease, well aware of the irony “sort of like you do.”


“Mmmm” he hums, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Atleast I know how to prepare my meat.” He says in his deep accent, making your knees tremble with fear or perhaps arousal, and you didn't want to admit it but, you would be lying if you said you hadn't considered it at least once. He nips your neck, drawing a gasp from your parted lips. “Careful darling,” he purrs, brushing a rough finger over your lower lip. “You’re giving me all sorts of nasty ideas.” He chuckles, picking you up bridal style.


You yelp, caught off guard by the quick movement. “Hannibal! Put me down!” You demand, smacking his chest. To your surprise, he obliges, seating you at the head of the table. He braces his arms on those of the chair, effectively pinning you to the seat. He leans forward, his breath warm on your lips, smelling of wine.


“Didn't anyone ever tell you that not to tease a man, especially in his own home?” He smirks, and for a moment you swear he can hear your heart beating.


“Didn't anyone even tell you not to play with your food?” You respond shortly. He growls, leaning forward and kissing you roughly. Suddenly his hands are everywhere at once, your legs, your ass, your breasts. “Hannibal,” you whimper as his lips part from yours.


“yes darling?” He coos, kissing down your neck to where flesh meets fabric.


“What have you done to me?” You say, not entirely sure why you said it.


“How do you mean?” He asks smoothly, guiding you to stand while he takes your place at the head of the table.


“I mean-” you begin as he turns you around, unzipping the back of your dress and pulling you to sit in his lap, your knees on either side of his, your dress bunched up around your hips  “I used to be so in control, I knew exactly where my life was going, but that was before, now- Christ! Hannibal!” You yelp as he nips your neck rather roughly. “Now- I… I don't have that security.” You start to lose your train of thought as Hannibal coaxes you out of your dress, pulling it over your head (tearing it as he does) and depositing it on the floor, your bra going with it.. “Maybe I'm more like Will than I thought…” You mumble.


“Will Graham was- is,” he corrects himself “a good man. Besides, sometimes it is good to lose control.” The suggestion was innocent enough but you knew there was a darker implication. No one had ‘controlled’ you since Will. The doctor stands up, with you still in his lap, and sets you on the table, standing between your legs as he trails his mouth over your body. You lay back across the table, where the other guests had eaten only a short time ago. Hannibal pulls the thin fabric covering your core aside and thrusts two fingers deep into you. “So wet and willing, what a naughty girl.” He growls curling his fingers inside your core. You gasp, your spine arching off the table. Hannibal chuckles, hooking his fingers onto the sides of the fabric, he slides the garment off of you, returning his mouth in place of his fingers.


With his arms wrapped around your thighs, he presses his tongue flat against your core, dragging it up along your opening. You whimper as the light stubble on his otherwise smooth face rubs against your inner thighs. “Hannibal, “ you groan, twisting your fingers through his hair. You squirm reflexively in his grip as he rolls his tongue over your clit, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud. He releases your right leg, using his hand to roughly pump his fingers into you, scissoring and twisting then occasionally.


As you grow closer to your peak your breathy moans become strings of curses, begging greedily for whatever comes next. Hannibal moves his other arm to your lower stomach, pinning your hips to the table, keeping your body from bucking into his mouth.”lose control (y/n), I'll take care of you, just let go” he pleads, revealing the dominant sort of behavior you expect he was prone to.


“Hannibal! Oh, fuck, Hannibal, please,” his name falls from your lips time and time again as you cum, his lips never leaving your now-over-stimulated clit until your body comes down from the high, your breathing heavy and eyes fluttering. Hannibal returns to his seated position at the head of the table, rubbing himself through the dark suit pants he was wearing. Meanwhile, you prop yourself up on you elbows, watching the erotic display before you as Hannibal frees his cock, his hips bucking as he jerks his fist around the organ.. As his eyes flutter closed, you quietly hop off the table, settling to your knees on the floor between his legs. “Dr. Lecter,” you say sheepishly, causing his hand to freeze and his eyes to snap to your naked form. “Hannibal,” you breathe, “please... use me, control me.”


Hannibal groans attractively, “christ, (y/n).” he grips your hair tightly with one hand, the other still wrapped around his cock, he pulls your head back as he leans down to kiss you. The kiss is sloppy and heated, as he slips his tongue between your lips, you can practically taste your release on his mouth. Simply the idea of your position makes you whine; you, naked and vulnerable on the floor, and Hannibal, still in a full suit, towering over you, ravishing your mouth.


You whine as he pulls away from your mouth, hand still secured in your hair. He guides his cock to your lips, a growl tearing from his throat as you flick your tongue against the head of his length, flattening your tongue along the underside of his shaft. With a little prompting from the hand curled into your hair, you open your mouth, wrapping your lips around the man in front of you. He rocks his hips slowly, testing your mouth, clearly holding back. You moan around him, taking the initiative to step up the pace. He moans desperately as you lean forward, taking his length into your mouth as fully as you can. The hand in your hair pulls your head back, and Hannibal thrusts his hips forward at a quick pace, fucking your mouth, and moaning obscenely.


Just as his length started to throb he pulls  your head back and pumps his cock rapidly with his fist. His lips part and his head rolls back as ribbons of his cum shoot over you, splattering on your lips and cheek before dripping onto your chest. As he comes back down to reality he turns his gaze to you, only to find you licking his seed from your lips. “Christ,” he groans, grabbing your chin and pulling you into a sloppy kiss. The two of you sit for a moment, allowing your breath to slow.


After a few minutes of sitting on the floor at Hannibal’s feet, the doctor stroking your hair sweetly, he tucks himself away. And When you finally get up, you retrieve your dress, grimacing at the tear. “You brute” You tease “you ruined my dress.”


“It seems like a small price to pay for such a breathtaking experience.” He smiles, his heavy accent somehow making it incredibly enticing to forgive him. “I'll replace it, besides I'm driving you home.” He smirks mischievously.


“Hannibal-” your whine. “will you atleast loan me a shirt?” Begrudgingly, he agrees, he disappears for a moment, and as he returns he tosses you a cotton T-shirt, something much more casual then you had ever seen him in.



As Hannibal drives you home, the gentle hum of the car engine lulls you to sleep.



“(y/n), (y/n) wake up.” Hannibal smiles at you, a hand gently on your knee. As Hannibal pulls the car into your driveway, you can tell something is wrong, your dog isn't barking, and there's a light leaking out from behind the curtains of your living room. Jack had warned you about work following you home, but you didn't think this is what he meant. “ Thank you for a lovely evening. I hope-”




“-you'll still be able to see me as a professional, even after our-”



“-little affair. Not that I didn't enjoy it, i just don't think it would be in anyone's best interest-”




“What!?” He snaps, annoyed by your rudeness.


“There's someone in my house.”


“What?” He says again, concerned this time.


“Would you mind just waiting here for a moment, I'm gonna go check it out.” Hannibal begins to object but you've already gotten out of the car and headed up the sidewalk. The door is cracked open, and you proceeded carefully toward the source of the light. There in the living room, the intruder is sitting on the couch, Leila, your golden retriever, and supposed guard dog next to him, content to let the stranger pet her. “Will.” You whisper.


“(y/n) just give me a few minutes to explain, I know everything must seem very strange but….” His words were calming at first, how much you had missed him in these past months. His voice, his lips on the back of your neck, the nights you spent in his bed, just being with him was intimate, even if sex was a rare occurrence. “Whose shirt is that?” He says jealously, snapping you out of your day dream.


“I- I didn't-” you stutter.


“Whose shirt (f/n)” he demands.


“Will Graham.” Hannibal’s acidic tone sounding from behind you. He wraps an arm around your mid section protectively.


“His” you mumble, ashamed of your own betrayal.


Will takes a moment to assess the situation, “(y/n), oh god, what has he done to you.” Will’s voice is strained as he gets up, walking toward you. Taking your face in his hands and pulls you away from Hannibal. “Tell me what he's done, did he hurt you?” He hugs you gently, causing a tightness to rise into your throat. You nearly want to cry, the friend you cared so much about, and the power hungry man you had submitted yourself to barely an hour prior.. Everything was falling apart.


“I haven't done anything she didn't ask me for, in fact, she practically begged me to fuck her. You should have been there Will, to see her squirming beneath me, begging for my cock.” Before you get a chance to respond, Will had the doctor pinned to the wall, holding him by his lapels.


“Will!” You choke. “Will please, don't do anything you'll regret.” You whimper, wrapping you arms around him from behind.


“Regret? do you regret what you've done, (f/n)? Giving yourself to another man, let alone this bastard? You do know I'm going to punish you, regret or not, so tell me (f/n), do you really regret it, or do you regret me finding out about it?” He looks from you to Hannibal for a moment, this was very out of character fur Will. Barely giving you enough time to whimper a pitiful apology. “On your knees slut.” Will shoves your face toward Hannibal’s crotch, Hannibal  meanwhile seems very content to watch the show. While Will’s behavior scares you, you trust him to know your limits, and you know that he is doing this out of desire, not anger. As will whispers something to Hannibal, you keep your eyes down, trying to force back the tears. Neither of the men seem to have an issue with Will reaching into the larger man's pants and pulling out his flaccid cock. “Suck.” He commands tugging your head back, and you do. Meanwhile, Will has the decency to let Leila out into the yard, something only he would do.


While you’re focused on Hannibal’s cock, Will and Doctor Lecture discuss quite graphically what they ought to do to you, having apparently called a ceasefire for the time being. It seems Hannibal is angered that you didn't tell him about the arrangement between you and Will, and Will upset because you spread your legs for someone else, both in mutual agreement that the two of them are ought to fuck you senseless.


Before long, Hannibal is fully erect again and you're sure that Will is being affected too, in fact you know he is from the deep unsteady sound of his voice. “Are you still taking those pills, princess?” He whispers so that only you can hear it. You nod, of course you had kept up with your birth control, you couldn't bear to bring a kid into this fucked up world of yours. “Good girl.” He nips your ear, commanding that you strip both men.


As you strip will you notice new scars, and mentally note to ask him later. When you get Will out if his clothes he presses himself up against your back  his cock pressing against you teasingly. As you reach up to unbutton Hannibal’s shirt he stops you, glancing uncertainty to Will.

“What's the matter doctor Lecter, you think my sweet little girl is afraid of a few scars?” Will leans over your shoulder to kiss your cheek, stroking your core through your wet underwear. You whimper rolling your head back onto Will’s shoulder, you lips forming silent pleas for more. “if you won't let her do it you may as well do it yourself, hurry now, before I lose interest.” Will sits on the couch pulling you to sit in his lap so that you can still see Hannibal, and while Will seems more more intent you watch the show, you're more focused on the hand between your legs.


Before long there is another set of hands on you, pulling off your shirt and stripping the remaining underwear. Meanwhile Will lays himself out across your couch, pumping his cock with his gentle hands. You knew precisely what Will was planning, a fantasy you had told him about after having a little too much wine one night.  “Will,“ you start, suddenly nervous. “I d-don't think this is a good idea.” This was his way of punishing you, embarrassing you, teasing you with your own wonton desire.


“Of course it is, don't be shy, besides we'll get gentle, won't we doctor?” Will smiles, guiding you to kneel over his hips.


“Of course, Mr. Graham.” Hannibal replies devilishly, his hands kneading your ass as you lower yourself onto Will's cock.


Will thrusts into you desperately, eliciting a moan from you, “fuck (f/n), just as tight as I remember.” He grunts, holding your hips as he rocks into you. You feel Hannibal behind you, his fingers trailing down your spine until he reaches the ring of muscle at your ass.  He spits on his hand, using his saliva as lube as he presses his fingers inside of you. To the amusement of both men, this causes you to whimper and mewl, and both of the men continue to encourage you through out it. “God I Missed you, I missed you so much princess.” Will confesses quietly, enjoying the blush dusting your cheeks when he uses his pet name for you.


As Hannibal begins to stretch the tender ring of muscle you whimper at the strange and aching feeling, but still you want more. Before long Hannibal begins to push into you, eliciting a choked sound from your throat. “Focus on me princess,” Will says gently, “just relax and it'll be nice and easy.”he smiles, Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.


Hannibal feels good buried inside you, but once he starts moving it's a whole different story. The two of them pumping in and out of you is like nothing you've ever felt, it burns, as if it where to spilt you in two. But after you adjust to the feeling, it takes your breath away, in quite a literal way. Will leans up on his elbows to kiss you. He wraps his fingers in your hair kisses you deeply, whispering praise when the two of your part.


“Will-” you whimper, the knot in your belly threatening to burst. “fuck- I'm c-close.” Will smirks devilishly, trailing his fingertips everywhere but where you want them most.


“Ask Nicely.” Will says innocently, but you know better. He loved keeping you on the edge of your orgasm, teasing you until near insanity, and it seems his time away didn't change that. You blush, with Will it was attractive and easy, but with Hannibal there, it seemed embarrassing.


“P-please sir?” You barely whisper “may I- may I cum?” Will hums, his fingers ghosting just over your clit.


“What do you think Hannibal?” He says loudly, his eyes never leaving yours, even as your blush creeps across your face. “Does she deserve to cum? Has she been teased enough?”


“I suppose she has but, I hardly see this as a punishment.” Hannibal says trailing his rough hands along your lower back.


“Really?” Will says, adding quietly to you. “You may come whenever you'd like.”


Hannibal grunts in response. “Really, I would have had her over my knee.” He slaps your ass rather hard, it stings in the best way. “Spanked her lovely little rear until,” smack. “She couldn't sit properly for a week,” smack. “Given her something to remember me by.” Smack. “Marked her-”


“Enough Hannibal.” Will growls. The spanking had only turned you on more, but you were still teetering just on the edge. “She's my pet, it's my decision.”


“Will- please-” you pant, dropping your hand to tease your clit if he wouldn't.


“Of course princess,” he obliges you, stroking and pressing your clit roughly. “Cum for me, I'm close too.”


You whine as you drop your head to Will's shoulder, burying your face in his neck as your orgasm racks through you, your cunt trembling as you cum. Hannibal is next to follow suit, grunting as ribbons of his hot cum coat your insides. Will whispers praise and profanities as he thrusts sloppily into you, and You whine as Hannibal pulls his softening length from you, your body tensing at the sensation. Will bites down on your shoulder, stilling inside of you as he spills himself into your quivering core.


The three of you are quiet for a moment, Hannibal is kneeling disgruntled at the end of the couch, your spent body is draped over Will’s , and Will is petting your hair gently, his cock softening inside you. He guides you off his length, prompting a small whine from you. Will quiets you with a chaste kiss.


Hannibal startles you both by clearing his throat. “Well it's late and I ought to be going. I don't suppose I need to tell either of you how imperative it is that we keep tonight's events between ourselves.” As Hannibal redressed himself, you start to doze off again.



Blackness absorbs your world, only it is not the cold solidarity you have grown accustomed to, it was the warm kiss of a passionate lover and the welcoming embrace of sleep.



You awake to your alarm, startled not only by the unwelcome noise but the arm around you waist. As you move to get up the arm pulls you back, “don't” mumbles a sleepy Will.


“I have to go to work Will, and you should go home, Jack will probably come looking for you.” As you slide out from under his arm, you notice two things, first that at some point Will must've carried you to bed. And the second, he had let Leila back in, and she was laying at the foot of the bed, tail thumping in a happy greeting as it did every morning. “Will, are we gonna talk about last night?”


“What's there to talk about, you didn't lie to me, you told about everything when you came to visit, what you did with Hannibal- I don't mind, besides we were never really a domestic couple.”


“Okay, but that's not really what I meant. I mean, sure Hannibal where intimate but only once and it was more primal than anything- sorry getting off track, but, point is last night, you said I was yours you said I was your pet, You still- do you still want that- you still want to be with me I mean? You're not angry?”


By now Will is sitting up in your bed, a bemused grin on his features. “Of course I Want to be with you, I missed you so much (y/n). Last night- I wasn't angry so much as jealous, but an opportunity presented itself and I went with it, I'm sorry princess it was all sort of in the moment. Are you okay? Did I hurt you in any way?”


“No- No Will it was amazing, a little embarrassing- and” you wiggle “my ass is a little sore but- it was good.”


“Good, good, I'm sorry I sort of rushed into it, I know we haven't really talked about your limits and I was never exactly the best dom-” God he was cute when he was rambling.


“Will, it's okay, I trust you.” You crawl back in bed and snuggle up to him. “Besides, you're ruining a nice moment. Will just laughs and kisses your head.


“I love you (y/n)” he whispers.

“I love you too Will, now- to work!” You giggle, jumping up to prepare yourself hit work.



Reader takes over for Will working with the FBI, despite having some personal connections to him previously. This is Just Porn, I'm not going to try to justify it, this is porn.

Hey So I was gone for a long time, a really long time, I'm more active on AO3. later guys!


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Hello, I am Karizuki (Pen Name), I write requests, fan-fictions, songs, poems, character x reader, smutt, fluff, and tons of other stuff

So the final chapter/lemon of Lovely Affair was in it's final stages of editing when it got deleted.

I haven't had the moral to continue work on it and I know you guys are really excited for it.

I've final gotten enough Moral to re-start the chapter and It's coming along well.

I'm sorry you guys I've just been really busy and stressed and everything.

I hope to get it published no later than the 20th of this month.

I will also be doing a bonus Epilogue chapter because I've been so bad at publishing regularly.


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Rosebud278 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2013  Student Writer
Happy early birthday! I gave you a llama! :llama:
Karizuki Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks hun! that's not my real birthday though haha i didn't say anything
Rosebud278 Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2013  Student Writer
Not your first account, not your really birthday, at least your fanfiction is good :)
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;P yeah sorry 'bout that

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Rosebud278 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013  Student Writer
Hi! I'm Rosebud. Welcome to dA. So you listen to Panic! At the Disco? I love them! Do you listen to my chemical romance? I absolutely love their album Welcome to the Black Parade.
Who is your favorite avenger? I generally love Loki, but I don't think he counts... XD
I have recently started to watch BBC Sherlock, and I rather enjoyed it. The characters are awesome! Are you going to to continue with that Sherlock fanfic that you wrote? I really liked reading that!
Well I hope you feel welcome here. (Sorry if this sounds cheesy, but I saw that you were newer here or whatever, so I thought I would say welcome. I usually don't do this, but for some reason, I feel obliged. XD Don't mind me, I'm just blabbing now. You can just ignore this.) That's all. Bye for now :D
Karizuki Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
My My, so many questions. I'll just go down the list i suppose. Yes i love panic at the disco and I do listen MCR. Loki is absolutely perfect but because he isn't technically an avenger I'll have to pick Bruce Banner (love me some brucie :P). Yes, I hope to continue the Fic that i recently posted. Also This is an Alternate account that I use for the sole purpose of posting my writings, so i am not actually new, but thank you for your kind note!
Rosebud278 Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013  Student Writer
Awesome! And I love all te avengers pretty much, but I don't ship any of them together. That's just me though. And I'm happy to hear that! I really liked it!
And I though t that this was an alternative account. I totally guessed that! XD but you never know, ya know?
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