Hannibal/Will x Reader Oneshots

Training And Conditioning (Yandere)

You sat tied to a chair with fabric tied tightly around your mouth as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Hannibal stood in front of you with a sickening smile, he knelt down and placed his hand on your knee.

"Now, we're going to do a little bit of training, sweetheart. Something tells me you haven't had a good upbringing to train you what's good and bad. I don't think they taught you about consequences either. So, that's what I'm here to do, love." He said as he pulled out a switch blade, you shook your head and began to cry even more.

"Shh, it's alright my sweet. You haven't been very cooperative as of late, and when you're bad it equals pain. I need to train your precious mind to know good from bad." He whispered as he cleaned a small area of skin on your thigh.

You began to cry even more.

"Shh, shh. It's alright, now think about what you did, sweetheart. Remember how you were angry at me for not letting you outside so you smashed one of my vases? Think about it." He said staring into your eyes as he speaks, he looks down to your thigh and slowly runs the blade along your skin.

You cry and squirm as he draws blood.

"Perfect, focus on that pain and think about what you did." He whispered as he slowly carved the letter H into your thigh.

"Keep crying those pretty tears, my love. Focus on that pain, that is how it will feel every time you do something bad, understand?" He whispered, looking into your eyes as he slowly cleaned off the blade.

He reached up and untied the gag around your mouth, you gasped and cried softly.

"Does it hurt?" He asked as you nodded.

"Think about what you did." He said as you stared at him and nodded again, he pressed his thumb into the wound making you scream begore he pulled away.

"Good girl... Anytime you do something bad, it's going to cause pain. Tell me you understand." He said, talking to you as if you were a child.

"I understand." You whispered through your tears.

"Good girl, let's get you cleaned up." He said as he took away the restraints and helped you stand up.

He brought you over to his couch and sat down with you beside him, he moved you so your thighs were on top of his.

"Alright, love. This will hurt a little bit, okay?" He said as you nodded, he dabbed some alcohol onto a cloth and began to clean the wound.

You gripped onto him and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

"Shh, you're doing very well, little one." He whispered, kissing the side of your head.

"You see how you're doing good, my love? So, you get praises and affection. Think about how well you've done and think how you feel when I show you affection." He whispered, placing a bandage over your wound as you nodded a little.

"There we go, all better. So, why don't you tell me why I did this to you, darling?" He whispered, rubbing your thigh softly.

"Because when I do something bad I have to feel pain...and when I do somehting good I get affection." You whispered through your tears making Hannibal smile.

"Good, very good job, my darling." He whispered kissing the side of your head.

"I don't understand why I can't just go outside." You whsipered making Hannibal sigh.

"You can go outside, love. You just can't leave the property. You've got everything you need here, I give you everything you need." He replied softly as he stroke his hand through your hair.

"Can we get a dog?" You asked making him chuckle softly.

"We may be able to arrange that, sweetheart. How about you show me how responsible you can be in the next three weeks and then I decide if you can take care if a dog. Deal?" He asked as you looked at him and nodded.

"Deal."