#Hannigram drabble

[prettykittycastle]

Another One

DIRTY DRABBLE

(Reader is gender-neutral and AFAB.)

“Let Will have a taste, dear,” Hannibal whispered in your ear, holding you down as Will continued to suck on your clit, hungrily. “How do they taste?”

“Mmm. Perfect.”

Lowering his head, he ran the tip of his tongue around your entrance before inserting it in, licking up your juices.

Moaning, you felt tears come to your eyes as Will began fucking you with his tongue, and before you could make your hopeless plea to stop, you suddenly felt the psychiatrist’s fingers rubbing against your clit, pushing you to cum on the other man’s tongue.

“Good…Now give us another one.”

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[berrylovecrime]

hannigram drabble // nsfw

been thinking about Hannibal being so overwhelmed with excitement during their first time that it scares Will. had to blab about it

Will is so soft during their first kiss thinking they’re about to make love. But the second Hannibal realizes he’s being led towards the bedroom, he turns completely feral. Everything Will tries in order to calm Hannibal down only turns him on more.

Hannibal’s breathless moans sound more like maniacal laughter to Will the closer they get to bed. A triumphant Hannibal lands on him with his full weight—groping at him, bringing their clothed bulges together sooner and rougher than Will intended for their first time. In between tasting every inch of skin he can reach, Hannibal mutters to himself about Will being, “Mine. Finally mine.”

If Will tries to slow him down, Hannibal growls and opens his mouth wider, grinds into him harder. He barks out commands, though Will isn’t sure if that’s because he’s actually the one in charge or if he’s just a brat. “Give it to me, it’s mine,” and, “Stay there for me Will, I need to feel you.”

Will tries to appease him, but each time he pets Hannibal back he’s met with the most pitiful, slutty whining he’s ever heard and the threat of “S-stop, I’m going to cum.” It’s several moments—and several painful hickies—later before the courage builds in Will to roll Hannibal over. The older struggles at first, then greedily melts into the mattress with his legs and arms spread.

He continues with his demands. “Take my shirt off. Take your shirt off.”

It’s difficult for Will to do, what with Hannibal’s mouth resuming its exploration of body being slowly exposed. But eventually the clothing is discarded and Hannibal is pulling him into a kiss with a strength that nearly sends Will into fight or flight. He finally gathers enough senses to speak besides moaning the poor thing’s name. “Hannibal, you need to slow down,” his voice deeper, threatening. He presses a hand to Hannibal’s throat as he leans down to kiss his forehead. “Relax,” Will whispers.

The man beneath him is only somewhat obedient, all whining and wiggling against Will’s lips trailing further down his face, his neck, his chest.

It’s when Will makes it to a particular spot on his stomach that Hannibal had not had the pleasure of tasting yet on Will that his crying finally breaks. It wasn’t fair that Will got to have that part of the body first.

So he flips them back over and pins him by straddling his legs. His hands force Will to lie back so his tongue can drool all over that same spot. Will does attempt to sit up, argue with him. Hannibal just makes direct eye contact and sinks his teeth in. Will’s gasp turns into a moan, collapsing back onto the bed. When Hannibal doesn’t pull away when expected to, Will tugs his hair. Hannibal’s bite grows deeper, more territorial. Blood spills out, but his lips are already wrapped around the wound to suck.

“What is wrong with you,” Will rasps to the ceiling, feeling his belt being violently jerked open. It isn’t until Hannibal releases that he’s able to process the pain, gasping repeatedly.

“Such pathetic noises,” Hannibal’s mockery shocks him out of his burning. “And yet…” Teasing lips press into him through his boxers, then the whole side of Hannibal’s face. Will isn’t sure what he means until they both feel the next rhythmic throb of his cock. Will whimpers and Hannibal gives a pleased hum.

Will is dead weight while Hannibal finishes pulling his pants down, helping him out of his shoes and socks. It’s done with such force that the younger man only notices his boxers had gone with them when Hannibal’s tongue laps at his tip. Will’s sounds are choked off as he struggles to resettle on the bed. Hannibal can’t even use his hands to properly crawl back up or hold Will’s swinging cock still. He just collapses, already sucking down the taste of precum.

The only thing Will can feel besides the warm, wet suction is the bed rocking with the movements of Hannibal’s hips. He grinds, still dressed in his nice slacks, wantonly into the mattress.

Will does his best to warn him that they both will not make it long if he doesn’t let up, but Hannibal might as well be drugged. His tasting grows more desperate by the second, unable to choose between deep-throating the thick length or licking down to his balls. When he manages to pull away between kisses, he rambles about how big it is. “Please, you’re so delicious, Will.”

And how can Will argue with that, or the teeth that scrape against him each time he pulls Hannibal’s hair for sucking too hard?

Eventually, Hannibal’s attention draws further south, and he’s squeezing Will’s thighs open aggressively so he can slobber more on his balls. He fails to fit them both in his mouth, but gives it several attempts anyways. “Han—they’re full for ya, you can’t—you can’t do that or I’m gonna…” Will’s panting picks up quicker than he’d been anticipating.

Hannibal only growls in warning and sucks harder, moves lower. That heat on the soft skin just below where his seam ends sends Will reeling. Each tiny little kitten lick going lower threatens to drive him mad. “You can’t… you can’t…,” but Will can’t even speak.

“I can and I will,” Hannibal whines and readjusts his hips so his own aching cock can hump more freely. He uses the momentum to jerk Will’s hips ups, legs spread. Hannibal leaks in his pants at the sight of Will’s cheeks parting enough to expose his hole.

Will doesn’t have enough time to gasp before Hannibal’s tongue returns to the same spot it left off, this time wetter and greedier. It stretches towards Will’s ring. Will throbs wildly, moaning at the knowledge that Hannibal could feel it full well. His ringing ears barely hear the praise for his taste amidst the pointed tongue running laps around the edge of his hole.

Hannibal’s thrusts against the mattress falter. The scent in his nose is more divine than he had imagined it to be. The taste has his balls drawing up tight. He seeks out more friction on the head of his cock but the smear of precum in his underwear prevents it, so he rolls his hips harder.

But then he flattens his tongue back out, this time covering Will’s hole, and Hannibal is cumming hard. He can’t help himself now, face burrowing to suck in the taste with each spurt into his pants.

Will realizes what’s happening and groans, spilling over too. His hips buck up to meet Hannibal’s mouth, who lets him ride it out but doesn’t wait to recover from his own orgasm so he can finish catching the hot ropes on his tongue. Will lets him do whatever he wants, doesn’t even try to fight the over-sensitive feeling of being thoroughly cleaned up.

Hannibal swallows every bit of it, breath heaving wherever he goes. Will’s skin is sucked and licked from his abs back down to his hole just to make sure Hannibal gets it all. Will speaks incoherently but keeps himself open.

It was the hardest an orgasm had ever been ripped from him. He imagines Hannibal could say the same given the way the spent man is trying to readjust his trousers without removing his mouth from Will’s body. Once they’re both somewhat settled with Hannibal’s cheek resting on his thigh so he can continue pressing kisses, Will runs his hand through the graying hair and sighs. He decides—assumes incorrectly—that next time they’ll be able to take things slow the right way.

[p0lyn3sian]

Hi! Do you do slashers x teen readers? (Platonic ofc) If so, I was wondering if I can make a request where reader makes them a cappuccino out of nowhere? Like she not even a barista or anything she just learned how to make coffees out of boredom? I'm currently learning how to make different coffees out of boredom my coffee arts aren't that good yet but I'm getting there! I just wanna see how they would react to reader giving them a coffee art thank you! ❤️

OKAY THIS REQUEST IS GOING TO SO GOODDD! And yes ofc I do teen readers (platonic), I think I forgot to put that on my requests! I only read through this once, so there might be mistakes on this drabble, sorry!

Slashers: Hannibal & Will, Jason, Chucky & Tiffany, Norman, Billy & Stu, Patrick, Sinclair Brothers, Carrie, Thomas & Bubba, RZ Michael, Brahms & Billy Lenz, The Lost Boys

Teen Reader making cappuccino/coffees for Slashers!

Hannibal & Will:

First of all, where and how did you make this coffee?? Second, it looks amazing! Will couldn't believe how amazing your coffee art is! He wondered when the heck did you even have time for making this delicious coffee for him too! Will took a sip of the cappuccino, and it tasted wonderful! His taste buds could taste how bitter and sweet it was!

You then made a cup for Hannibal, and Hannibal was surprised how your art was almost like a barista! Of course he wanted to try it, and how could he not?? One sip of it was already enough to have Hannibal make you more of that cappuccino!

You then started making different kinds of coffees and arts, and you gave all of them for Hannibal and Will to try and taste them. Most were really good, and some needed a little bit of work. But overall it was amazing for Hannibal and Will to try out all of the coffees that you made!

Jason:

Now Jason has never drank coffee, so seeing you hold a cup of cappuccino in your hands, and you told him you made it for him to see and taste! He grabbed the cup from you carefully and looked at your art. Your coffee was really amazing to Jason, because he has never seen coffee like that before! He lifted his mask to taste the coffee, and he loved how sweet it was! He dranked the whole thing, and told you in ASL that it was amazing! Jason started getting more and more coffee from you, and he was so proud of how your coffee art was getting better and better! He liked the coffee that was sweet and bitter, but the strong coffees weren't Jason's thing. But of course he'll try them, because you made them for him to try!

If you are out of ingredients for coffee, Jason would try and go to stores nearby crystal lake and take them just for you to make more! If you start making those art that takes a lot of hours of practice, Jason will be sitting in that chair and stare at it for hours and just admire! He doesn't want to ruin a piece of beautiful art work that you have spent so much of your time on! It'll just make him feel guilty.. Jason would definitely try and make his own coffee and art, but it will end up being messy at the end, just lots of spills and dust everywhere! Jason would give you tons of hugs for doing such a great job on making your amazing coffees!

Chucky & Tiffany:

Tiffany and Chucky were busy cooking breakfast, and they both wondered what you were doing with the coffee machine and other stuff. Tiffany and Chucky both love coffee, but only if it's their liking. For example, Tiffany likes her coffee in the middle of sweet and strong, and Chucky likes his strong and a little bit of sweet. Tiffany could tell you were making cappuccino, because she loves ordering that coffee at Starbucks, and Chucky couldn't tell what it was.

Chucky and Tiffany were both done cooking breakfast, and just in time you were done making their cappuccino! You placed both cups carefully in front of Chucky and Tiffany. And they were amazed! Tiffany complimented how amazing your art is, even if it's a little messed up but that's okay! Chucky was amazed that you can actually make coffee art really good!

You then started making more and more coffees and arts for them to see and try! You made strong coffees with a little bit of sweet for Chucky, and he loved it! And some in between sweet and bitter with strong for Tiffany's coffee! Chucky and Tiffany would buy more stuff for your coffee art and/or more coffee beans for your making! These two love you very much and dearly, that you'll make their own favorite coffees during your free time!

Norman:

Norman was in his bed sleeping soundly, while you were downstairs in the kitchen making a cup of cappuccino for Norman! You wanted to make cappuccino, because why not! You put stuff in places and mix whatever ingredients go in which, and pour the cappuccino into two cups. You then pour the milk slowly into an art that you know is easy to do in the coffee. And just in time Norman came downstairs smelling a cup of coffee! He realized it was you making coffee! Norman always heard that you wanted to try and make coffee with art, so he was ready to see how well you did!

Norman was so proud of how well your art is! He then tasted the cappuccino and it was the perfect amount of sweet and bitter! He'll compliment you on how well you made that cappuccino and that he will try any other coffees that you'll try and make! You started making more and more till there were no coffee beans and ingredients for the coffee! Norman had to buy those big bags of coffee beans and more stuff for your coffee stuff too! Norman is very proud of you and how well your coffee and art is becoming!

Billy & Stu:

When and how did you find all the stuff to make a cappuccino for these two?? All these two remembered was putting stuff in random cabinets, like spices that were put with canned foods. Or pots and pans in cupboards with dishes for food, on top of the cupboards, or literally anywhere they can place those pots and pans hidden.

These two drank the cappuccino without looking at your art.. They saw how your smile was almost turning to a frown, so of course they asked you. You've answered that they didn't look at the coffee art you made before they chugged it all down. Now these two really messed up for not looking at your art. Billy and Stu didn't mean it at all, they just wanted to taste the cappuccino! And you had to ask if it was good, and they both answered with a 'Yes'!

Since you've found the stuff for the cappuccino, behind you there were a lot of messes.. some spills here and there, dishes and spices for food or for deserts on counters. Billy and Stu went and put dishes, spices, and canned foods in places that are meant to be. And it was easier for you to take out whatever you needed for your coffee making! You will be making more and more for these two to try, and times like these is when Stu drinks the whole made coffee and realizes that he didn't look at your art. So, Billy would always wait and see if Stu was going to drink the coffee before looking at your coffee art. But either way, these two are so proud of your art and they love how you make coffee!

Patrick:

This man loves coffee, and I mean LOVES coffee. When you two are out shopping he'll always stop at his favorite coffee shop to get his regular coffee! When there are days where both of you don't want to go anywhere, you'll be in the kitchen trying to make a cappuccino! The first time you made it for him, he was surprised that there was enough milk and coffee, and the art is also great but just a little messy here and there. Once he took a sip of your cappuccino, he smacked his lips and tasted how wonderful it is! He could taste the sweetness and bitterness in this lovely cappuccino! He definitely wants you to make any coffee that you'll want to make and give it to him!

Since he's rich and all, he'll be stocking and stocking stuff for coffee making for you to make! Patrick will understand if you don't have enough energy to make coffee, then he'll try making coffee for himself or literally go to the coffee shop and order him some. Either way he'll always be happy to try some of your coffee! Your coffee art isn't perfect which he thinks is fine, it's just baby steps for you to become a barista! But this man is so judgemental that he'll give a nasty side eye to an employee at a coffee shop that made his coffee, like he'll be saying to the tired employee to make another perfect coffee 🙄. So you'll just drag him out before it gets into a very nasty fight with a stressed tired employee.

Sinclair Brothers:

You woke up really early, and you've been having the urge to make cappuccinos for the brothers! You went downstairs quietly and tried to get the stuff to make the cappuccino. There was some stuff placed in different places, whether it was in the top cupboard or in the pantry. You grabbed pots for different stuff for the cappuccino, since these guys don't have a coffee maker. Jonesy heard things being placed in the kitchen, and she went downstairs from Lester's room to see who it was. And she just realized it was only you. Jonesy sat in her dog bed and watched as you did your coffee.

Mixing ingredients into one pot for the coffee, and getting the milk from the fridge for the art! Vincent is a light sleeper so he heard a lot of things upstairs in the basement. Opening the door, Vincent checked into the living to see if anyone was there watching TV, but no one was there so he walked to the kitchen. And it was only you making what? Vincent's footsteps were so light that he ended up scaring you as he got real close at what you were doing. You told him you were making cappuccino for him and the other two.

Bo and Lester came downstairs smelling a sweet smell? Or whatever it was, it didn't matter it's probably Vincent making breakfast. Coming downstairs Bo and Lester saw 3 cups on the counter and they could kinda see steam coming off of it. Lester was the first one to grab the coffee of some sort, and he loved whoever did this lovely art they did on the coffee. So he took a sip of the made coffee, and immediately loved how bittersweet it was! Lester told Bo and Vincent to try the coffee and these two took a sip after looking at the lovely art as well!

Vincent and Bo both have different tastes for coffee, Vincent loved how sweet it tastes and Bo kinda liked it, but either way it was good overall for him. Bo and Lester thought Vincent made this coffee, but he pointed at you that you made the coffee for them! Bo wondered how you even made this?? Lester loved how great your coffee was and that he wanted to try more if you wanted to make more, and Vincent loved it too! You made different types of delicious coffees for all three of them, but on different days whether they're feeling coffee or not! Lester's taste in coffee is sweet and bitter, and the twins taste in coffee is in the middle of sweet and bitter, but they'll probably feel like strong coffee if they are.

Carrie:

Carrie has never drank coffee before, because of her mother being really strict on stuff.. but seeing you holding a cup with whatever coffee you made, and you made it just for her just makes her feel so happy! She grabbed the coffee cup from your hands carefully, and she blew lightly on the coffee. Carrie sipped a little and she loved how tasty and sweet it was! And she also examined your coffee art and loved all the swirls it has too! She drank the whole cup and her taste buds just can't get enough of it!

The past few days, you have been making different kinds of coffee for Carrie! She's been so excited to try more of your coffee! And that she's so proud of your art too! Sweet coffees are now Carrie's favorite drinks, but strong coffees aren't really for Carrie, so you've wanted to make only sweet coffees for Carrie! For example, vanilla latte, caramel latte, or literally any sweet coffees that Carrie would definitely try! Thanks to your delicious sweet coffees, Carrie now has a sweet tooth for these drinks!

Thomas & Bubba:

Now these two have never tasted coffee before! Luda has made coffee before, but it was mostly for people that are really tired. For Thomas and Bubba they still have a lot of energy to go throughout the day with their chores, so it wasn't really for them. But seeing the cappuccino that you've made for them looks amazing! It took some minutes for Thomas and Bubba to drink their cappuccino, but it was so worth it for them! Thomas loved how sweet it was, as well as Bubba!

Bubba wanted to try more of those sweet coffees, but Thomas doesn't have a really sweet tooth but he'll definitely try whatever coffee you want to make! You've also made coffee and other flavors of coffee that might be for Thomas' taste too! You've made sweet coffees for Bubba to try and his favorite was, vanilla latte, caramel latte, or any latte! For Thomas, his is in between sweet and strong. His favorites so far are caffe mocha, mocha frappuncino, or literally any kinds of mocha.

If you wanted more ingredients for your coffee making, there's Luda's gas station that's a little farther from the house. But if you want it from the grocery store, Luda will definitely force Hoyt to go get the stuff that you need and for the family home all the way to town! You'll also make some coffee for Mama Luda if she wants to try some of course! Some coffee that she loved was the cappuccino, caramel frappe, and some other sweet coffees! If some days no one wants coffee, then you'll most likely take a break from all the mixing and pouring! But if someone in the house wants some, you'll definitely make some for them!

RZ Michael:

Michael is also another person that has never tasted coffee too! Michael has never seen art like that in coffee before. He only sees people pour either milk or whatever cream they like in their coffee and just pour it. But seeing your coffee art looks amazing to him! He examined your coffee for a few minutes and then sipped a little of the cappuccino. Since Michael has had a sweet tooth when he was younger, surprisingly the coffee you made was also sweet too! So, he ended up chugging the whole cappuccino and you knew that you've done a good job on making that cappuccino!

You've then started making more coffees but different ones for Michael to try! Like, mocha, pumpkin spice, hazelnut etc! He tried them all and loved how sweet it was, but if you don't have ingredients to make different coffees for Michael. This dude will literally break into a coffee shop and steal whatever you need, even the machines too. But thanks to Michael you can make whatever coffee and art for your stuff! Michael would try some different coffees that you'll make whether it's sweet or strong, just let him try it!

Brahms & Billy Lenz:

Brahms may or may not have tried coffee before when he was young, and Billy on the other hand has drank coffee before. The coffee Billy drank made him way too energetic when he was young, but Brahms probably drank one but it ended up terrible since it didn't taste good in his opinion. So, seeing the coffee in front of them looks really good! Brahms loves the art and Billy loves the smell from the cappuccino! Billy was the first one to drink the whole cup in one sitting, and to his surprise it tasted really good! He just loves how sweet the coffee you made, but the coffee he drank was really bitter and somehow made him energetic.

It was now Brahms' turn to try out your made cappuccino! Brahms took a sip of the cappuccino, and surprisingly he loved how good it was! Your coffee tasted way better than the coffee he drank when he was younger. You've told them that you wanted to try different types of coffees and let them try and see if it tastes good! Of course, these two would try any coffee you'll make and give feedback on your made coffees! If you're out of stuff for coffee, you'll tell Greta (babysitter) that you need more stuff for your own coffees! So, she'll put that on the list for Malcolm (Grocery Boy) to come by again.

Brahms likes sweet and a little bit of strong coffees, like mocha! For Billy it would literally be any sweet coffee, since he loves sweets. If it's too sweet for Brahms, it'll be awful for him. But if it's too strong for Billy it'll also be awful for him too. So you knew which coffees they liked and which they hated. You also made some coffees for Greta too! She loved some that were sweet and some that were strong, and she also loves your art in your coffees! Overall, these three love the coffee you made, either sweet or strong and your art too! Brahms thinks you're going to be an amazing barista when you grow older! And Billy thinks of that too!

The Lost Boys:

Maybe some of these boys tasted coffee before, or not but you know, you don't know what vampires do all night. What you do know is that they all love eating Chinese food or killing people for food too. And especially motorcycles. Since it's night time, you asked Michael if you could use their kitchen for something and Michael let you. But some things that you had to avoid were not to make a lot of noises and also messes in the kitchen, but overall it's all good for you to use it! You start as quickly as you can so that everyone can go to sleep peacefully with no noises going on downstairs. You grabbed the pots that you needed and grabbed out the stuff for the cappuccino out of the cabinets, and you got to work as quickly as you can.

You poured in the ingredients after the water was boiled, and you stirred the stuff together and waited patiently for it to boil a little again. A little after the boys knew you were at Michael's house, because you wanted to make something for them but it was sure taking so long. So, they flew since they were too lazy to start up their motorcycles. Once they arrived, a sweet smell hit all of them. Wondering what the sweet smell was they knocked on the door to be let in, and you heard the door so you went to open it. And it was just the boys, but they went to the kitchen immediately smelling that sweet smell. You had to try and stop them before drinking the steaming cappuccino, because you hadn't even poured the milk in to make it smoother! Luckily, they stopped and sat down since you were going to bring it to them. Since the milk was already out, you poured into a cup to help you with the art. You poured into an art that you wanted and you also did different ones into the others.

You placed all 4 cups in front of the vampires and let them try it out! David looked at your art and smelled the cappuccino, and it smelled sweet! He sipped the cappuccino just in case it wasn't boiling hot, but it wasn't so he drank a little more of it. David loved how tasty and sweet it was, as well as the other three! Dwayne also loved how beautiful your art is in the coffee. Paul and Marko just love how the coffee was sweet too! You told them that you wanted to become a barista, and the boys would try and do anything to help you make your dream come true! Whether you want them to try some of your coffees or check if your art is really good or needs some little fixing. Overall, you've done a great job making the cappuccino for these vampires!

[miszumono]

will graham has a voice that pours like smooth whiskey—low, worn at the edges with a southern drawl—and a quiet talent for playing the acoustic guitar. though it's usually reserved for himself, or when the storm rattled the windows and his dogs anxiously curled in close by his feet. and on summer evenings whilst he sat along the edge of the river, the quiet rush of the stream filling his ears with his fishing gear laid out next to him. but after the fall, whilst him and hannibal are in hiding, will finds an old, dust-covered guitar sitting in the middle of an empty room in their safe house. hannibal, caught in the slow burn of pain from dwindling medicine, struggles to rest. and all will can think to do is to sing quietly in that deep, aged leather undertone and play guitar until hannibal slips off into a slumber each night

[gnawing-suspicion]

thinking about Will needing to get out of the house, telling Molly he’s going into town for dog food even though it’s dark out and they have plenty. she gives him that look like they both know he’s lying, but she doesn’t say it. halfway down the dark country road he flicks on the radio and Nothing Compares 2 U is playing. he laughs at first, it’s so on the nose, but by the time the second chorus hits he has to pull over. he wipes the tears with the back of his wrist and hits the steering wheel.

fuck. tell me baby, where did I go wrong? it’s not about him. he doesn’t care. he doesn’t want to think about it. girl you better try to have fun no matter what you do, but he’s a fool. he gets out and sits against the door on the shoulder, the heels of his hands digging into the hollows of his eye sockets until his vision is all white spots and regret.

I go out every night and sleep all day. he should’ve been home thirty minutes ago. he still doesn’t have dog food. she knows. he’s sure she knows. he can’t go back. I can see whomever I choose. it starts to rain, and he’s grateful because it’ll be easier to hide. he needs to get up, needs to keep going. he will. he can. by the time he starts the car, the song has changed to one that doesn’t pry up all the dark corners of his emptiness. he’ll get the food and go home and curl into her as if it’ll stop the ache.

but they’d only remind me of you.

he sniffles and shakes his head. he likes that she ripped up a picture of the pope. he wants to do the same thing to the closest he’s ever come to God.

[b-bndi]

“Will is my friend.” This “Will I’m your friend.” That. We get it Hannibal. This is your first time carrying for another person and it’s so heavy that the only possible explanation you can think of is friendship because no one’s ever shown you the slightest morsel of love yet you find yourself caring about the way this unstable man thinks of you. A feeling so foreign for you that that’s what you think friendship is like even though you have the sneaking suspicion that it’s something more; willing to break the very thing you’ve found yourself needing to breathe in an attempt to understand it.

[wrathfuldog]

“Did you get the flowers?”—hannigram 🫀

(Vague descriptions of gore);

A body came into the morgue on Valentine’s Day. It was dumped into sterilized steel cabinets, tagged, and filed away for later dissection. As he watched the door close shut on the corpse’s dead gaze in a grating scream, Will knew the only Valentine he’d be receiving that day would be the whispers of decay in his mind like declarations of love from cold, blue lips.

He couldn’t help feeling a thread of kinship between them.

They’d both been dumped and discarded. One in life, the other in death.

###

“I flirted with death today,” Will remarked with a hint of blasé when questioned about his day, eager to get the small talk out of the way.

Hannibal was not interested in his day. There was not a damn soul on Earth who could possibly be interested in something as pathetically dull and morbid as that, much less in himself. At least, not in the way Will sometimes foolishly hoped, not in a way that wasn’t composed of the groping hands of professional curiosity and delusions of posthumous academic grandeur.

Regardless, he decided to humor him.

“Not unlike Saint Valentine himself, then, who one could argue flirted intimately.” Hannibal leaned back in his seat, crossing one leg over another, gaze fixed on Will’s face like the loaded amber sight of a gun. “Love and death. So often does the fine line between the two become blurred.”

“Sure.” Will snorted. “I just did a lecture on crimes of passion.”

“The killer has sent you a Valentine.” Undeterred, Hannibal’s lips turned up with faint amusement as he tilted his head slightly. “And in your flirtatious conversations with death, what have you learned?”

“That I hate Valentine’s Day.” Will shrugged his shoulders. He stood up, pacing in the direction of Hannibal’s bookshelf, where he mindlessly fingered the rough book spines of medical textbooks one by one.

He thought of candy-coated conversation hearts that tasted of the chalk used to outline bodies. They came to him in anatomical shapes, human organs the color of fleshy pinks, veiny blues, and visceral reds. He bit down on them. Chewed them. Then, spit them back out, “It was the Chesapeake Ripper. It was… too poetic not to be.”

There was an inherent poetry that lent to the artistry of the Ripper’s crimes. This sort of poetry was different. Before today, Will hadn’t known death could look so beautiful, or that a human body could be arranged into a grotesque bouquet, flayed skin painstakingly shaped into bleeding roses, woven together like ribbons made of silk for his intended recipient. He hadn’t known that the twisted language of flowers could whisper sweet nothings to him. No other killer had. They had only wanted to be seen, so Will saw them. The Ripper was the only one he hadn’t been able to see.

He sure as hell saw him.

“Maybe he wants to know me intimately.”

Will turned around abruptly, eyes widening. “What?”

“Maybe so.” Hannibal smiled, placing his hands on the chair's armrests. He leaned forward, as if the two of them were sharing a deeply kept secret, “Did you get the flowers, Will?”

Hannibal couldn't have possibly known the details, yet the question seemed poised in a way that Will began to doubt himself. He was gripped by the vaguest notion of a possibility he'd never before dared to consider, something so ridiculous that he vehemently refused to acknowledge it.

Luckily, Hannibal provided him a lifeline, “I take it you were too caught up at the morgue with Jack, then. What a shame. I had them delivered to your classroom.”

Go easy on me pls this is my first time doing something like this. I'm doing this (prompt) challenge because the only way for my writing to improve is to write unfortunately. I know it says "romantic" but it's hannigram. Expect more darker takes 🫀

It wasn’t quite a sigh of relief, but a shocked laugh that escaped him. “You sent me flowers?”

[notesapp-unreleased]

Strip Poker - a Hannigram drabble

Will has always been able to read or, perhaps, feel his way past any poker face. That, coupled with his time as a cop in New Orleans, and finding creative ways to help Beau Graham keep food on the table, has lent Will Graham a distinct advantage in navigating the cards tables.

Perhaps it is this (and an Old Fashioned) that find Will inexplicably agreeing to strip poker at the annual BAU holiday party.

He folds early on into the first round, taking the opportunity to shed his tweed suit jacket - it’s stuffy and the whiskey from the open bar is warming him from the inside out.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter, inexplicably, is sitting at the table. Will watches him, swirling inadequate wine and looking all too delighted to have been roped into strip-poker by consequence of attending a holiday party with his not-patient. (Will insisted that he shouldn’t feel the need to join the absurd game; he could mingle or even leave and Will would get a taxi. Hannibal told him it would be rude to decline.)

Beverly (eternally wise) opts to be the dealer and maintain her dignity. By the time Zeller is down to his briefs, he accepts his defeat and Jimmy offers him another drink as consolation.

Unsurprisingly, Hannibal is good at poker. Is there anything he isn’t good at? Will muses, missing his tie, belt, both shoes, and his left sock. Will, however, has spent enough time analyzing Hannibal’s micro-expressions to spare himself from the same indignities Brian Zeller is recovering from with an alarming number of shots.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is not more skilled at poker than Will. No. The only reason Will is wearing significantly less clothing than Hannibal is that Hannibal wears so many fucking clothes.

Will grits his teeth and examines his cards as Beverly places the flop. He is wearing his undershirt and slacks. Hannibal is sitting across from him, flush high on his cheeks from several glasses of wine, and to an unpracticed eye, appears to be fully dressed. Thus far, Hannibal has divested himself of his pocket square, his tie, his suit jacket, his watch, two leather brogues, and the cuff links from his right sleeve.

Jimmy Price and Brian Zeller have returned, looking rather flushed and disheveled, Will notes, to bear witness.

Will is in his boxers. Hannibal is in the process of removing his last sock garter. Will is fuming. He wants to launch over the table and rip that stupid silk shirt off of Hannibal’s torso. Huh. Where did That come from?

Beverly is placing the river and Will Graham glares mournfully at his pile of shed clothing.

“I raise you 500.”

Hannibal’s eyes briefly cast downward, to his cards and the garishly colored chips they’ve been playing with. His golden eyes hold a predatory glint. Will steels himself and prepares to don his birthday suit. Hannibal, uncharacteristically, chooses to take mercy on Will.

“Alas, I’m afraid I must fold.” Hannibal’s face pinches theatrically as he sighs. His cards are placed neatly on the table in front of him, face down.

“That’s it folks! Graham is keeping his pants tonight!!” Beverly announces. Something like disappointment flashes in Hannibal’s eyes. Surely regret at throwing the game - nothing more. Off comes the silk shirt, one mother of pearl button at a time.

Warmth pools in Will’s gut. Embarrassment, probably. And perhaps his fourth (?) drink of the evening. His skin prickles with gooseflesh as he collects his winnings (the privilege of putting his clothes back on). He glances up. Hannibal is still staring at him. Will is suddenly distinctly aware that his mouth is dry as sandpaper and shirt buttons are a touch too challenging for whiskey-addled senses.

When Will nearly keels over trying to shove his shoes back on Hannibal takes mercy on him for the second time that evening. He gestures for Will to sit and sinks to one knee. Gingerly, he places Will’s worn dress shoe on his foot. Like Cinderella, Will’s brain supplies unhelpfully. “Perhaps we should get you home,” Hannibal says, his low timbre cutting through Will’s musings on the Brothers Grimm and the tips of his feet staying intact in this version of the fairy tale.

“Take me home then.” Will quips, then immediately regrets his choice of words. Looking down reminds him that Hannibal is on his knees in front of him and Will hasn’t bothered to properly zip up his pants yet. He thinks he hears someone wolf whistle. Probably Zeller.

The attention doesn’t seem to bother the doctor. Hannibal just smiles a private, toothy grin. For some killers biting may be a fighting pattern, as much as sexual behavior. Will shakes his head, attempting to dispel the thought. Definitely too much whiskey for one night.

[sykosomatic]

brain juice has been absorbed!!! how about ftm reader is ovulating, and is just BEGGING to be bred by will and hannibal? his poor pussy is just leaking, and his own fingers arent enough to make him feel good :(

his two lovers take turns breeding him all day, makin sure they pump him full of cum. the poor boy is all overstimulated and ruined by their thick cocks<3

obivously they give him so much aftercare, jus drowning their pretty little boyfriend in priase

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yesyesyesyes!!! this is such a fun request, i hope you have half as much fun reading it as i did writing it lol... here we go!!!

ovulating ftm!reader x will graham and hannibal lecter!

cw: ftm reader, ovulation mention, possible dysphoria, ftm reader gets his breasts fondled/reader is pre- top surgery, double penetration, no condom/cum inside/anal and vaginal creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, anal and vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, threesome and use of words: cock, t-cock, clit, pussy, cunt, hole, slit, folds… etc etc… and aftercare of course!

you'd been miserably horny all morning, waking up with your pussy already drooling. both of your lovers were busy with work, so that left you in hannibal's sprawling house all alone. you'd tried your fingers all morning; one, two, and three… but nothing worked. you could tell that something was going on; you were only this drippy when you were ovulating. if only will and hannibal were home; but you had to wait a few more hours. so fingering it was. you couldn't remember where you'd put your sex toys when you'd moved into hannibal's house with him. will was thinking about moving in too; he was there enough. he just wanted to make sure there was enough room for his dogs, and a suitable place for all of his fishing gear.

desperate for release, you texted hannibal with one hand, knowing that he only had a couple of appointments today… he'd most likely be home before will. you asked him when he'd be home and he told you what you'd expected; a couple hours.

so you were forced to finger your slick, throbbing pussy all by yourself. you were whiny and frustrated, two fingers in your ass and two in your pussy when hannibal arrived home from his last appointment. he chuckled at you, looking at your position with amusement. as you noticed him, you felt a warmth wash over your skin, making you even more needy.

"so, this is why you needed me so bad," hannibal said with a sly grin, watching you as you slowly continued. you were face-down with one arm beneath you reaching up to finger your pussy, the other arm over your back and reaching to finger your ass. hannibal approached you as you whined out your response, starting to undo his belt and zipper. he pulled you closer to him by your hips; you continued fingering yourself as he dry-humped your bare ass with his clothed cock. you could feel it getting harder as he began grinding against you. "good boy, keep touching yourself for me," hannibal praised, sounding proud of his little whore. "you're so needy today, my love," he purred at you. "i'm not sure if i'll be enough to satisfy you… but then again, i'm sure my needy pet won't be able to wait for will, would he?"

you whimpered, fingering yourself harder. it really wasn't enough, it wouldn't be enough until you had two cocks inside you filling you to the brim with cum. "i need your cock," you whined out, your brain turned to mush in your needy, dick-drunk stupor.

hannibal chuckled, starting to pull his cock out of his underwear. when you pulled your fingers away to make room for him, he made sure you left the ones in your ass. in lieu of a butt plug, you assumed. he pressed the head of his cock against your drooling pussy, slowly pushing it in. his cock was thick, stretching wider than the two fingers you'd had in, but slipping in with ease since you'd worked yourself open already. you groaned out deeply, your free hand gripping the sheets beneath you as he sunk himself into you. "oh, god…" you murmured. his cock was always a treat; it was long, with a nice girth. it always filled you up so deeply. will's cock was shorter, but had a little more girth. the perfect combination of their cocks was hannibal in your pussy and will in your ass; that always made you lose your mind. but for now, you'd have to make do with your fingers instead of will.

hannibal held himself inside you for a moment, holding your hips with one hand while the other reached up and fondled one of your breasts, pinching and teasing at your nipple. "how do you feel now, my darling?" hannibal asked you, watching your blissed-out expression.

"so, so good," you managed to whimper, steadily working up to moving your fingers in your ass again. you stopped once hannibal started moving his hips, your knees starting to get weak and your arm getting tired. you held it in place whule hannibal started to rock his hips into you, thrusting in a way that made your breasts bounce. your face went warm; typically this was very embarrassing for you, but your lovers always made you feel perfect and confident.

"let's get you more comfortable, then," hannibal said, replacing your fingers with his and letting you get into a more comfortable position, fucking into you nice and slow while his fingers massaged inside your ass. you moaned in satisfaction, letting more muscles relax as he fucked into you lovingly. "you're doing so well, look at you take my cock so deep," hannibal purred at you, groping your ass with his free hand. he slowly began to increase his speed and force as you got needier. he pulled you closer and sheathed himself deep inside you; so deep, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. he added another finger into your ass and started fingering you roughly.

"oh!… o-oh, fuck, that's good." you whined out, arms folded on the bed in front of you and your face buried against them. the force of him fingering you made your body lurch forward with every thrust. you grunted and groaned out as he finger-fucked your ass; it made your pussy throb and clench around his cock. you could feel yourself inching toward a climax, your pussy was dripping down your inner thighs and they were starting to tremble."so, so good," you repeated, starting to drool on your arm. hannibal could tell you were getting closer; he pulled his cock out of your pussy and slipped it into your ass, sheathing it in and making you almost cry. he felt so good, and he knew perfectly how to fuck you. it was insane.

hannibal fucked your ass and reached around to your clit, swirling his finger around it. your t-cock was swollen and sensitive, and his touch was able to send you over the edge. you whined out as he thrusted one last rough time inside your ass, spilling his cum deep inside you. that last thrust made you cum hard, squirting buckets all over your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you. "yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!" you gasped out as your legs shook with the force of your orgasm.

hannibal let you ride it out before he pulled his cock out of your ass slowly, rubbing your sides and easing you down onto the bed in a comfortable position. he praised and petted on you as you relaxed and came down from your high. "you did so well, dear," he told you as he led you into the bathroom to clean you off.

hannibal got undressed after he set you in the hot water he'd drawn for you, climbing into the large tub with you and settling you onto his lap. it had been barely fifteen minutes since you'd cum and you already felt needy again; truly, your sex drive was wildly high right now. thankfully, this typically amused hannibal, and he had a rather small refractory period as well. this wasn't the first time you'd proposed a day full of fucking, and surely wouldn't be the last. after hannibal massaged your sore muscles and got you cleaned up a bit, you began grinding your pussy down against his cock in the water. it felt so good just brushing between your slit.

"already ready for round two?" he chuckled, leaning in to pull your nipple into his mouth, playing with it between his teeth. you groaned, nodding, your hands exploring his chest and teasing his nipples in return. "so impatient… can't even let will join in for our second go-around?" he teased, slurping on your breasts and starting to leave little love marks.

you reached down and slid hannibal's cock back up into your pussy, slowly but surely. your eager hole took him in easily. you sat firmly down on his lap, his cock balls-deep inside you. "fuck, that's good," you groaned, wiggling your hips to allow your pussy to re-adjust. and as soon as it did, hannibal's hands held your hips tight and started to bounce you on his cock. it made you feel weightless when he did this, made you feel so confident when he stared hungrily at your breasts or even leaned in and licked or sucked on them. hannibal was such a good lover, along with will, whose presence you longed for. you were so needy; soon you'd need them both to even have a chance at getting off.

hannibal rode you on his cock for a good little while and sucked on your nipples until you came on his cock again, throwing your head back and moaning out as you held the sides of the bathtub to stabilize yourself. hannibal held you firmly as you rode out your highs together, filling you up a second time as your pussy clenched around his cock. being filled up again made you groan; you always loved the feeling of your lovers filling you to the brim with their cum. you leaned forward and let him hold you against his chest for a bit before the two of you actually got properly cleaned up and got out of the tub.

"i'll be out in a minute, my dear, i think i hear my phone ringing," hannibal said to you as he kissed your forehead, slipping on some pajama pants as he went into the bedroom to answer his phone.

you heard keys in the front door; you were too excited to put anything on because you knew it was will.

you basically attacked him with a hug, making him chuckle. "quite the outfit choice," he commented playfully, looking you up and down. you brought his lips to yours in a deep, needy kiss. your sexual stamina had already refilled, and you wanted him so badly.

"we just got out of the bath," you told him, starting to pull his coat off of him, breathless, kissing him roughly. he kept chuckling at you.

"you're so needy today," he teased, playfully kissing you back as he held you against him. "let me at least get the door closed, dear," he said, you begrudgingly allowing him to do so.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, his hands going to grope your ass with his rugged hands. you started tugging his clothes off of him again as he led you into the dining room, lifting you up onto the table and spreading your legs. you were so excited when your lovers knew exactly what you wanted, when they just got straight into it. there was a specific deliciousness to waiting for it, to the nice and slow passion… but god, what you wanted right now was to be plowed hard and fast, over and over and over.

will kept kissing you hard as he dropped his pants and you took his cock eagerly out of his underwear. he groaned at the feeling of your hand on his length, his hands going up to grope at your sides and your chest. you gave him a nice, slow handjob as two of his fingers slipped into your already-wet cunt. he groaned out at how wet you were for him, grinning warmly against your lips. "you're so good for me, always ready to take me, aren't you?" he growled into you ear, nipping at your earlobe playfully.

"yes, will, i need you so bad," you whined at him. "i need you to fill me up," you told him as you heard hannibal's slow footsteps behind you. he walked around the table, giving will a deep kiss as will fingered you. you watched them kiss, whining. the sight of them touching each other always turned you on and made you jealous in equal amounts. hannibal whispered something in will's ear, standing behind him and starting to rub his sides and stroke will's cock. this allowed you to lay back and relax, letting will stick a third finger in and start to play with your t-cock. it was still sensitive, and made your legs start to tremble. "oh, right there!" you said, laying back and putting your feet up on the table to give will better access to you. you laid there in bliss, eyes falling closed as will worked his fingers up into you, curling them up and hitting that special spot he was so good at hitting. before long, you were squirting on his fingers, eyes shooting open to reveal that hannibal was fucking will's ass, and hard. will was some kind of super hero to be getting fucked like that and still able to make you squirt so hard. "oh, fuck.. that's hot," you giggled, blissed out from your orgasm. will grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his lap, sliding his cock up into your pussy.

"yes, right there, don't stop," you heard will whisper to hannibal. will's hips moved with the force of hannibal's thrusts, making him thrust into you. he held you close against him, keeping himself inside you as he was fucked into. soon you were overstimulated to the point that you came on his cock, the force of your orgasm milking his cum into your pussy, and hannibal's into will's asshole. the three of you stood there panting for a bit, kissing and massaging each other until you retired into the bedroom for another round. at your begging, of course.

"c'mon, just one more time?" you whined at the two of them; they shared a little smirk and helped you get into your favorite position. hannibal beneath you, his cock sliding up into your waiting pussy, and will behind you. will's fingers worked your asshole back open before he slid his cock in. it was so perfect, the combination of their cocks in your holes. you sat there for a second as your holes adjusted to their girth, and when you gave the nod, they started moving. you moaned near constantly as will and hannibal's cocks worked in and out of you. after the day you'd had being filled up, it was almost to intense for you, making you see stars as they groped and kissed on yo, and each other. they took turns in speed and intensity, and will came first, filling your ass to the brim. his cum spilled out of you and dripped down your legs when he pulled his cock out.

"your ass looks so good like that," will said, as hannibal thrusted roughly up into you, hard and fast, the sound of your wet, gushy pussy echoing through the room. "you're so, so good at taking two cocks at once," will told you as he slid his cock back inside you; it squelched as he used his own cum as lube. you felt yourself cum as he slid his cock up to the hilt and slapped your ass just hard enough to leave a mark.

your holes clenched up and made hannibal cum deep into your cunt. both of your lovers held you close as they finished pumping you full of cum, the three of you moaning in pleasure and almost collapsing in a pile as waves of exhaustion washed over you. hannibal and will managed to help you back to the other bathroom, drawing a bath in the bigger tub that the three of you could soak in and relax. hannibal was the first to recover and brought back some water and chocolates for everyone to tide you all over until dinner.

[eepwtf]

i have never seen such a GAYER man than season 3 hannibal, he became loose in florence

can’t convence me that hannibal and that italian will dupe DIDNT explore each others bodies

tell me u guys agree😞

[berrylovecrime]

hannigram drabble // nsfw

Hannibal’s such a brat that Will often struggles to top him. He gets texts all day long demanding he sneak in the bathroom to send a nude, and he just complies because he’s scared to go home to that meltdown.

One day, shortly after doing just that, Hannibal calls crying. He didn’t want a picture, he wants a video, with a cumshot, with sound. Will leaves the room again trying to soothe him. “Shh no don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s okay I’m going, I’m going.”

But he’s taken aback at this level of tantrum. He knows he’s going to have to get over his fear of training Hannibal before it really gets out of hand.

Hannibal continues whining through heaving breaths about how badly he needs to hear Will’s moans. Will glances at the other empty stalls and quickly locks himself in. “You know I’m at work, I can’t be too—” but he’s cut off by a sob.

“Oka—Jesus, Hannibal. Fine,” but Hannibal doesn’t like that tone, and he’s completely alone at the house with no one to take care of his aching cock. He mumbles something almost incoherent into the phone. “No, I’m not being mean to you, honey, I’m… Fuck.” Will pinches the bridge of his nose and looks down at his own bulge, growing harder with each pitiful sound in his ear.

A thought flashes through his mind, the briefest vision of attempting to tame his poor brat. There would undoubtedly be pain—for the both of them once Hannibal inevitably lashes out—and manipulative, needy tears. He sighs slowly, deciding he would indulge Hannibal one last time before he gets home and puts him on all fours for his own good. “Alright,” he says surely. “Video call me.”

[ghastlytiredmess]

will graham paces the room, stops only when stricken with a thought he didn’t intend to voice.

a thought he believed to be born out of pure curiosity.. a need to know hannibal more, understand the true depth of his psychotic nature.

yet as the words came out of his mouth, he couldn’t conceal the jealousy.

the anger, the pain that came from the idea of not being hannibal’s only one.

the devastation drawn into his brows and soft tone of his voice, the hint of betrayal in his eyes, didnt go unnoticed as he spoke.

“how many have there been? like randall tier?

like me?”

[miszumono]

Hannibal perspective

I am running my fingers through his hair. We are alone, in his living room plastered with fishing poles and unfinished blueprints for antique boat motors left half-dreamed. On his couch covered in dog toys, a bottle of Budweiser drained to the last drop, an opened book and a strangely tuned guitar—like him. Beautiful and broken in a way I would die to understand. Composed in a key I have spent years trying to transcribe with my teeth.

I am grown—older, cultured, many times reborn—and I am touching his hair. It is softer than I expected, but just right for a man like him. Soft as rose petals.

It smells like cedar and bergamot with a faint hint of Marlboro Reds. He’s laced with the whisper of smoke and spine and paperbacks, the quiet desperation of boy-deodorant; of a man trying too hard to be forgettable.

His cologne clings—cheap and stubborn—something he bought once at a gas station and used until it etched itself into his skin and became his second name. Not expensive, not impressive. Yet on him it is holy. On him, it is mythic and sacred. It is the incense I burn in private.

His hair falls in my hands like it’s leaving me already and he is playing his old CDs—scratched, withered—something southern and sepia-toned, warped by sun even though the trees outside are skeletal and red. He’s loose-limbed and singing along.

When my fingertips graze the edge of his throat, I feel him vibrate—I could play him.

I could ruin him with one single note.

And he would still sing.

I have now seen heaven. And it is not made of light or purity or salvation.

It is made of this—of skin and sound and a man, unaware he has become divine in the eyes of something dangerous.

I touch him like he’s a relic, like my hands are the first to desecrate him. There is something blooming in the pit of my stomach.

Something thorned and carnivorous. A beast with petals made of teeth. It opens its mouth and names itself desire, disgustingly sweet—decay dressed up in perfume.

I know God.

I have seen the world from his vantage. And I am still brought low by this. By him.

This feeling is something that will cost me. It has already demanded blood.

I have danced with investigators, moved like smoke through rooms where truth is wrapped in velvet and unwelcome. And yet—this moment is plastered with the most danger I will ever allow myself.

Don’t you see? It is cruel to know God. To love something that is already marked for ruin. If his beautiful albeit calloused hands poured me poison in a glass, I’d drink it slow, thank him for it, because he tilted my head back to ease the swallow. And kiss the rim.

Not to taste the venom,

But to know where his hands have been.

There's a part of him that still leans towards the rain-streaked window, trying to remember who he was before the world demanded he be useful. I want to press my palm to his mouth where his breath fogs the glass and whisper that he doesn't have to be anything.

Just this. Unraveled, raw—specially for me.

I will build my altar here—on his lips, on his collarbone, on the tongue my fingertips press.

But this moment is finite, and he's the poison I never learnt to spit out.

[gnawing-suspicion]

tw short period pain Hannigram drabble to cope with my own:

imagining a younger Hannibal Lecter curled up in bed with his back to Will’s chest, in agony on his heating pad, pleading with Will to stop teasing him. Will heard somewhere that orgasms help relieve cramps. Hannibal knows that’ll only make it worse for him, but Will won’t let it go. Doesn’t care about Hannibal’s protests that he’s a goddamn doctor and knows what he’s talking about. Will just keeps playing with Hanni’s poor cunt through his soft sleep pants, shushing him that he’s only trying to help, he’s here to make it better.

It’s making a mess but Hannibal is in too much pain to fight him off. He doesn’t want to ruin his clothes or the sheets and it’s going to hurt so much worse after but Will’s determined he knows best. He keeps going, murmuring sweet nothings, until Hannibal is begging and kicking out his feet, trying to get away but helpless to the building pleasure. He whines as he comes, cursing under his breath, flushed with endorphins and bittersweet rage. He gets a few seconds of relief before the cramps come raging back twice as hard. I told you so falls on deaf ears as per usual.

Will pets his head and runs him a bath with all the trimmings as Hannibal groans about it from the other room. He happily drives across Baltimore to get the most expensive ice cream in the state while Hannibal soaks with a glass of wine and plots his revenge

[kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick]

Stuffed for Thanksgiving (100 words) by InfernalNephilim Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter Additional Tags: Butt Plugs, Cannibalism Summary: Hannibal has Will for dinner.

Will is bent over kneeling on the table, the little ribbons on his socks facing outward, just visible as his feet are tucked underneath his naked body.

“Holidays are expressions of our deepest fears and our darkest desires, often at the same time.” A schlorping sound as Hannibal slips the smooth, carved ivory bulb, coated in fat, into Will’s most intimate area. Will smells his proximity. “Tell me, Will. What is your deepest fear and darkest desire?”

“It seems you already know.” A shiver at his touch.

Hannibal leans closer, dangerous, hot. “The meal will be ready in a moment.”