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Old man logan coming home, early in the morning, to find you asleep in his bed. The sheets draped over your lower body. The top you wore tugged down to show the soft mounds of your breast, as if on show to greet him.

He can't help but let out a groan. Unbuttoning his shirt as he lets it drop the floor next to the bed. The mattress dipping underneath his weight, the bed creaking. He just needs a smell. Just one sniff to get through the ache and exhaustion he felt.

Hannibal having you stand behind him while he played the harpsichord. Your arms draped over his shoulders, down to rest against his chest. One of your knees on the stool to help you lean on him.

Hannibal would find this utterly annoying but it's you. His sweet love. Even the cruelest actions from you would seem nectar filled to him.

Hannibal would brush his fingers, roughened over the years, against your soft forearm. The heavy contrast always a delight to him.

“how about a glass of wine?”, he would ask, despite the late hour. You would reluctantly let him slip from your grasp. Watching him fetch himself and you some wine.

As you busy yourself with the keys of the instrument, his gaze would flicker to you. To his sweet dove and how lucky he is to have you isolated from the cruel and rude world to be next to his presence.

Old man Logan having you on his lap after a long day. His feet propped up on the table Infront, as the cigar hangs loose between his teeth.

One hand on your thigh, softly kneading the flesh. Feeling how it molds into whatever way he grips. Using his other hand to brush your cheek while you tell him about your day.

"Yeah? My sweet girl did so much today", his gravelly voice would praise. Using the thumb to push into your cheek. Making the apple of it rise as one of your eyes closes from the pressure. And he finds that so fucking adorable.

"My baby deserves a prize for that, doesn't she?"

ﾠﾠﾠﾠﾠﾠﾠﾠ ﾠﾠwill would listen to deftones— ,,

,, — hannibal would listen to cas

My obsession with Mads is not lessening, what do I do chat?

Putting your hand in his hair and slowly dragging it down to his jaw to rest it there QGHSHHS— I will kms

Hannibal would definitely have Pinterest on his phone and Will would have Quora because he is too traumatized for reddit

I ain't afraid of digital footprint anymore, which is concerning.