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Hannibal (2013-2015)

3x07 - “Digestivo”

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thinking about being fleshcrafted against my will into a horrifying work of art. the pain of it… an. anyways. i need to go

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SecUnit whump in Murderbot 1x06 "Feed Command"

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not to be insane but i need to slap a pretty boy and coo at how cute and dumb he is when he immediately pushes his head against my palm again.

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Man. Shoutout to the dungeon scene where I was on the floor being made fun of for jerking off, so I grabbed the pvc dress I'd just taken off and used it as a barrier to start humping the dom's boot

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no one wants to force you on your knees and spread them apart with their boot anymore

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🗣️📢 PUT THAT MAN IN LACE UNDERWEAR.

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God give me the self-control not to try sticking a finger in an incision once I have some

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Erotic branding and hannigram? 👀👉🏻👈🏻 please and thank you lord ditty xx

(Saw this prompt and audibly barked btw)

Summary - Calm and determined in his wants, Will Graham follows through on his desire to be branded by Hannibal Lecter.

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Customised and delivered with considerable discretion, the thin scripted swirl of the ‘H’ which made up the heavy brand matched Hannibal’s impressively neat handwriting perfectly and Hannibal watched the metal slowly shift colours as it sat over the open flame of his fireplace.

“Your boldness still amazes me, Will.”

Pulling his eyes from the fire to gaze at his partner, Hannibal took a moment to drink in the sight which Will was willingly presenting him with. Shirtless, Will’s chest presented itself shamelessly, sparse hair and old wounds laid bare in the warm air of the evening as he reclined comfortably against the high-backed chair which housed him. His lower half covered by some loose pants, something to make the evenings events easier to manage, the bulge of his cock as it strained against the thick fabric inspired a hunger in Hannibal that would need to be satiated before the night was out.

Branding himself had been Will’s idea and, judging from the way his body was already responding to the agony to come, Hannibal could never have denied his request.

The chosen spot, a space on the expanse of Will’s right hip, had been expertly prepared and primed for the brand to come. Even now, the faintest scent of both antibacterial cream and lightly scented cleanser which had sanitised the skin still hung in the air, soon to be replaced by a much more primal scent. The spot, one Will had deliberated over for days, had been a surprising choice but one which sparked something darkly possessive within Hannibal’s chest as he realised it was the exact spot in which his hand fell as he walked with his hand wrapped around Will’s waist.

Sentimental.

Almost painfully so.

“You know, I would offer one in kind but you won’t be afforded the satisfying sight of a grand reaction, I fear.” Continuing his speech, Hannibal smiled as Will visibly rolled his eyes at the admission.

“Well, we can’t all just compartmentalise pain.” Will replied, inclining his glass of wine to Hannibal with a wry smirk. “I’m sure you’ll get your kicks from watching me fail miserably at it.”

Unable to deny the accusation, both knowing the truth, Hannibal simply changed the direction of their conversation.

“You’re beautiful to me, in this moment. The willingness to endure such a thing of your own desire attracts me like a moth, you burn brightly as a beacon of controlled self-destruction.”

Will snorted at the comparison and the derisive noise sparked a slight defensiveness in Hannibal’s thoughts. “Look at me,” he continued gently, goading Will to look at him directly, “and see what I see. See yourself though my eyes.”

Surprisingly, Will acquiesced to the request and he met Hannibal’s eyes with his own, unflinching gaze.

The hunger there was breathtaking.

Pure, unrestrained, ravenous. The maroon pinpoints of Hannibal’s eyes swallowed Will’s attention as he felt himself falling into the bottomless depths of Hannibal’s desire; his needs laid as bare and monstrous as ever as he allowed himself to open to Will’s perceptions.

Almost without thought, Will’s hand dropped to cup at his cock, the hard length hidden from view but excited nevertheless as the sudden contact made him shiver; his chest shuddering from the intensity of the emotions rolling through his body.

Taking mercy on him, Hannibal stood to break the moment and his hand smoothly wrapped around the insulated end of the heated brand as he pulled it free of the direct heat.

“Would you prefer to sit or stand? May I suggest you remain seated as the shock of the pain may steal the certainty of your legs.” Hannibal tilted his head, making his point clear.

Will nodded at the recommendation, staying where he was as his trembling fingers dropped to pull down the waistband of his pants – fully exposing the branding site to Hannibal’s narrowing gaze.

“Five seconds. The nerves will die within that time and then we will maintain a strict healing regimen to ensure that infection does not set in. Are you ready?” Holding the brand with a surgeon’s hand, the same could not be said for Will whose fingers were visibly trembling against his sweat-slicked skin.

“Yes.” Will grunted. “Do it.”

And, without any preamble, Hannibal did just that as he carefully positioned himself to ensure a strong connection and pressed the hot brand into his lovers skin.

Unable to hold back his cry as the heated metal burned away the nerves, Will’s scream started lower but grew in pitch and intensity, despite remaining surprisingly melodic – carrying through the room with a similar ethereal tone to the polished theremin which sat in one of the many corners. It was a beautiful note, one which Hannibal immediately committed to memory as he planned to recreate it the next time he sat with that particular instrument.

Counting to five with clinical precision, Hannibal pulled the brand free and quickly deposited it on the ceramic of the fireplace – confident that it wouldn’t damage the tiles. His own cock responding quickly to the keening whine and obvious distress which Will was showing – his pain submissive and tempting to the darkest parts of himself – Hannibal adjusted his cock to a more comfortable position, happy to wait for his own needs to satiated at a later time.

As Will writhed and gasped into the fabric of the chair, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he fought to retain control of himself, Hannibal blinked once, as though taking a snapshot of the scene before him to store forever in his memory palace.

The scent of burned flesh was acrid in his nose, the familiarity of it threatening to spark memories of a time much better forgotten, and Hannibal inhaled it like a fine bouquet. Something catches his attention though, something hidden beneath the top notes of char and smoke, and it takes him a moment to place it as his eyes drop to Will’s groin.

There, on the fabric of his pants, sat the slightest wet spot, its size growing more prominent as Will continued to shift in place as he fought the urge to touch his branded skin. It was the scent of semen, salted and distinct in its own unique way, and Hannibal’s breath caught in his throat as he realised that Will’s orgasm had come directly from his branding.

“Hannibal.” Will finally managed and his breath shook with the effort of the words as he pulled Hannibal’s attention back to his face, his suffering laid bare. “It hurts.”

“I know.” Hannibal replied, dropping to his haunches as he grabbed Will’s face within his hands. “Brave boy. You did so well.”

Without waiting for a reply, or making any reference to the mess between Will’s legs, Hannibal pushed his head forward, capturing Will’s lips within his own as he allowed the delirious scent of sweat, burned skin, and arousal to cloud his senses. He devoured the moment, committing every second of it to memory as he locked it away in one of the many small boxes which littered the plush room which Will occupied within his mind palace.

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总之就是两个精神不健全的拧巴人。 小IG的情况更像是一种宗教狂热式的死亡崇拜，（但又不是拜死教） 罐头在他心中是某种符号的具象化， 同时他混淆了宗教体验（罐头崇拜）时岛叶和前额叶皮层激活带来的愉悦感， 他无意识的将这种多巴胺和内啡肽的释放和性联系在一起。 总之就是缺乏正确生理知识的两个情感巨婴相互依靠的故事(((((( 没人知道他们俩能活多久， 但是在下还是希望在遥远黑暗的未来， 两个拧巴人能体验到真切的感情。

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无题 | Poisonfire毒烽

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ALIEN: ISOLATION (2014) • Creative Assembly

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是不善言辭但是很喜欢用嘴表达感情的小IG……

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from the sadomasochism wikipedia

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Playing with fire some might say

uncensored here!