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30k follower celebration for Hannibal Lecter please prompt 3 “I never thought I would see you again.”

.⋆｡Won’t Let Go Again｡⋆.

Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader

implied Hannigram x plus size reader

Moving to Baltimore was supposed to be a fresh start, to escape the ghosts of your past but a budding new friendship with an FBI profiler leads you back to the man who left you behind

Warnings: european!reader, DARK, usual Hannibal warnings (implied cannibalism, kidnapping, drugging, manipulation), childhood lovers, needles

WC: 1.2k

Minors DNI

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Halloween Celebration

America confused you, everything was big and moved so quickly, you considered it a miracle that you didn’t constantly get lost. But it was such a beautiful place, especially Baltimore. The mixture of old and new architecture that lined the bay was so reminiscent of your old home but also gave you a whole new world to explore.

With a paper map in your hands, you wandered down a mostly empty street, your small heels clacking softly against the pavement. You were determined in your search for a new coffee shop to try out on your day off but so far, you have been unsuccessful. Head down and concentrated, you didn’t notice an equally distracted man walking straight in your direction.

You bowled into each other and you both fell down. You winced and the man yelped as you crashed onto the cold sidewalk. “Oh god! I am so sorry, I should’ve seen where I was going.” You apologised quickly, ignoring the way the skin of your knees burned with pain.

The man shook his head at you, causing his brown curls to tumble over his forehead. “No it’s my fault, sometimes I just wander and forget my surroundings.” He pulled himself to his feet and offered you a hand, although he would not meet your eyes.

“I suppose we are both at fault then.” You chuckled and allowed him to help you to your feet. Your long skirt fell back over your legs, concealing the small cuts on your knees. You took note of the way he made sure that you were all right before he appraised his own body for any injuries.

He suddenly ducked down and grabbed something from a puddle on the side of the street, and when he popped back up with your now destroyed and waterlogged map, he smiled sheepishly at you. “How about I get us some coffee as a sorry for ruining your map?”

He finally met your gaze with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen. Then his stomach growled loudly and he looked away, pink dusting over his high cheekbones. “Then let me buy some sandwiches for us both.” You offered.

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Your friendship with Will Graham was like how you viewed the states, both nostalgic and brand new, filled with mystery and comfort. You learned quickly that he was not a very reliable friend given that he frequently disappeared into cases and his own mind but he was also an incredible friend when he was around.

He showed you all of Baltimore and taught you some tricks to navigating any city so you wouldn’t get lost. And now, he was inviting you to dinner- at his therapist’s house.

“I would hardly call this romantic, Will.” His eyes flicked to you as he reached to ring the doorbell of the townhouse in front of you.

“I never said this was going to be romantic.” He snipped but he still squeezed your hand tightly.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You said that you were taking me to dinner somewhere nice, I assumed it was a date.”

“You’re teasing me, I don’t like when you tease me.” He muttered but you could clearly see the way the corner of his lips turned upwards in a soft smile.

Before you could retort that he did in fact love your teasing, the door opened and the breath was sucked from your lungs. “Hannibal.”

Amber eyes widened and the careful composure he possessed, fell away. “Mylimasis.” (Beloved) Your hand went limp in Will’s hold and suddenly your vision was blurry with tears.

“I-I have to go.” But your companion held tight, his own blue eyes staring at you with an apt fascination. You could see the way his brain was ticking over, analysing each and every part of you but you refused to give anything away. “Let me leave.”

You tried to pull from his hold and instead you were pushed into another one. Hannibal was much stronger than you remembered and he easily pulled you into his home. Will followed close behind, shutting the door with a firm slam. You would later question why he so blindly obeyed Hannibal but in the moment, you were only focused on the way your heart was breaking all over again.

His chest was firm beneath your touch as he tugged you fully into his arms. He was older, there was no doubt about that, but the longer you looked into those golden eyes you used to know so well, the more you saw of that boy who had stolen your very soul. “My mylimasis, I never thought I would see you again.”

Your anger flared once more, setting your veins alight with a fire you thought you had extinguished long ago. “That tends to happen when you abandon someone.” He did not even flinch at your fight.

A large, warm hand cupped your full cheek as he gazed at you just the same as he had so many years ago- you wanted to punch that look off of his face. “Even more beautiful than I remember.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, memories unearthing from the deep graves in your mind you had buried them in.

The first time you saw him, you didn’t think he was real. He was so beautiful he had to have been some sort of fae. His regal features practically glowed in the spring sunlight as he smiled at you. You could never clearly remember what he said to you that day in the flower fields by your small home but you did remember the feeling of his words- love, comfort, warmth.

But the day he left, his touch only brought you pain. You could still feel the way that the gravel sliced into your palms as you fell at his feet, begging him not to leave. He promised you the world yet he took the world from you. His eyes were dark, his lips turned down in a vicious sneer.

No matter how hard you tried, you could not forget the expression of pure hatred and disgust he held on that day.

“You know her?” Will finally spoke from behind you. Hannibal finally looked away from you and to his patient who still stood awkwardly right in front of the door.

“She is my first love.” He answered simply as you scoffed under your breath. “It seems fate brought my two loves to each other and then to me.”

Your eyes went wide. “Let me go!” You thrashed violently but his grip never faltered. “You’re fucking crazy!” Hannibal never even acknowledged your struggle, instead nodding over your head towards his lover.

So caught up in your struggle, you didn’t hear the opening and subsequent shutting of a drawer before the heat of Will’s body drew closer and his breath tickled the back of your neck. “Don’t fight it, it will only make this worse.” His voice sounded cold and so unlike the man who would call you in the middle of the night to talk about a new stray dog he rescued.

You tried to turn your head but Hannibal firmly gripped your jaw, keeping you still. There was a pinch in your neck then warmth suddenly flooded through you. “Fuck you.” Even as your words slurred, the malice in your tone didn’t escape either man.

“Just close your eyes mylimasis, we will never let you go ever again.” The darkness swallowed you whole.

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madisonwritesstuff · 7 months

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Hi hi 🤧 how about a little Hannibal AND Will with reader where they’re both pining over her (maybe she’s been with the FBI for a while too and is an agent and teacher) and readers kinda oblivious to it and everyone’s all like 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽🤦🏽 with those three until one day Hannibal and Will are like “???why can’t we both have her?? Polyamory is a thing” and then reader is all 😦😦 because she can’t believe these two men like her LMAOO I think it would be pretty funny to see written, especially by a talented writer like you 🫶🏽

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Hannibal Lecter x Fem! Reader x Will Graham.

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Tags; stupid oblivious! reader, hannibal and will rivalry, alana being readers friend, polyamory, ooc jack(?).

It started off small, unnoticeable actions.

“Y/N! I got you coffee.” Will spoke, a smile smile on his face. “Oh I'm sorry, I don't drink plain coffee, its” You apologized, feeling bad for rejecting his offer. His smile faded. “Oh? Then what drink do you like?”

“She likes milk coffee.” Hannibal spoke from behind and walked up to the two of you, handing the coffee cup to you. “Here, I made sure it has the right amount of sugar.” He smiled proudly. “Aw! Thank you so much! That's so sweet of you.” You smiled, happily walking away to go sit down somewhere and drink your coffee peacefully.

Will stared at Hannibal, dumbfounded. “What was that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “That was the sound of me winning.” Hannibal spoke back before walking off. “You little-”

Jack was just watching all this happen while sipping on his own coffee. “Love triangles are my favorite trope.” He whispered over to Beverly, who was just as intrigued as him. “Didn't take you for a romance drama lover, Jack.”

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Then it was Wills turn for payback.

“Cake?! No way! Aw Will you really didn't have to!” You excitedly hugged Will. He came to your house specifially to give you a congratulatory cake for solving your first case in the FBI as an agent.

Hannibal watched the whole scene unfold as he held his own cake, watching as Will hugged you before turning and smirking at Hannibal, mouthing the words “I win.”

Hannibal glared at Will, gripping the cake box in his hand as he watched you all cheerful with Will. “Come inside! Let's share the cake, after all you did come all the way here to deliver it.” You smiled, letting him into your house.

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And then again.

Hannibal invited you, Will and Jack to dinner at his house. You brought along Alana because she was one of your close friends.

“Is my makeup fine?” You asked the hundredth time, Alana laughing and pushing you forward to the front door. “You're fine, now hurry up before they start dinner without us.” You laughed with her and walked to Hannibal's house.

After a while of sitting around and chatting while Hannibal finished preparing the dish. The food finally came out and you were surprised to know Hannibal unknowingly! had cooked your favourite food!

Will was giving Hannibal side eyes the whole time, knowing what he was up to. All the while Hannibal was smiling proudly while sitting down, enjoying the happy smile on your face as you happily ate the meal.

And to top it off, you were the only one who got to take some food home.

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“Alright, I'm making a peace offering with you.” Will spoke as he gave Hannibal a marble ball. “What is this supposed to be?” Hannibal looked at Will in confusion.

“A peace offering. I spent my money on that cake for Y/N so that's all you're getting.” He crossed his arms. “Appreciated.” Hannibal said sarcastically, putting the marble ball into his pocket. “What did you really come here for?”

“I had an idea.” Will stated proudly. “I hope you're not plotting against me with that idea.” He joked, yet he was partially serious.

“No, even better. I was thinking... What if we shared Y/N?” Will said, expecting a round of applause. Yet Hannibal was more so just staring into his soul while thinking.

“Not a bad idea. At least we won't have cake baking competitions.” He shrugged, seemingly okay with the idea. “Alright, then from tomorrow on I better not see you plotting against me.”

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You stared at the bouquet of your favorite flowers at your desk. The note on it reading ‘Most love from Will and Hannibal.’ that was odd, you could've sworn those two had some kind of unresolved argument going on or something.

But you didn't mind. Instead you happily placed the flowers in the empty vase you had in your office. Now you don't have to buy the flowers yourself!

Meanwhile Hannibal and Will were for some reason watching out the window of your office and giving each other a high five.

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“We both thought you'd like this, this one's from me and this ones from him.” Hannibal said proudly, showing you a set of earrings and necklace. “No way- Really? For me? Are you sure you two aren't bribing me?” You said excitedly, surprised as you admired the beautiful jewelry. “Pretty gifts for a pretty lady.” Will spoke up, smiling a little.

“Thank you so much! Both of you! But really.. What's the occasion?” You asked, genuinely curious.

Hannibal and Will slowly stared at each other, silently communicating as they both practically just said ‘How the hell does this woman not know why we're giving her gifts and being nice to her?’

“Um, I think you should explain.” Will looked at Hannibal, raising his eyebrows and motioning him to speak to you.

“What's happening? Am I dying in three days?” You said with a nervous laugh, a little bit concerned at this point.

“Y/N, we both like you. And we have for a while now.” Hannibal explained, upfront. Will silently nodded to what he said.

Your face was blank, the cogs in your head slowly turning. “Wait... WHAT.”

“This whole time you've been nice to me is because... You two had a crush on me?” You spoke up in surprise and embarrassment, your cheeks turning into a shade of blush.

“That and we were kinda hoping you'd date both of us..” Will quietly said, feeling a little embarrassed himself to say that out loud.

“Dating two hot men? What makes you think I'd say no?” You said a little too happily.

“Oh my god I thought you'd hit me and call me an asshole-” Will said with a nervous laugh. “I wasn't worried at all.” Hannibal said smugly.

In reality he was deathly terrified.

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“Beverly.... you won..” Jack said in devastation, as he and Beverly were hidden behind a bush, both wearing binoculars. “Give me my money Jack.” Beverly said proudly.

“Dammit.. I really thought she'd pick Hannibal.” Jack said sadly as he gave Beverly 20 dollars.

“I already knew she'd pick both, girl senses, ya know?” Beverly said with a smug smirk, taking the money and shoving it into her back pocket.

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Mizumono

Hannibal Lecter x Will's daughter X Will Graham

Summary: Will was supposed to help Jack with killing Hannibal, but he arrived too late and with him, his daughter, Y/n.... (s2e13)

-> This one is filled with angst, but i realised that's just what i am good at :) I am open to any criticism (be nice pls).

I just wanted to say that I am not the owner of this show, but I did make this story, so don't copy it without my knowledge, thank you.

When Alana called about the warrant, Will didn't panic. He told Y/n to go downstairs, urging her to turn off the lights and grab a jacket. And as the police headlights came through the windows, they ducked and crawled on all fours to the back door, Will grabbing his gun. Outside, hidden in the darkness, they ran across their property, stopping on a road. The rain soaked their clothes, though at least the ground wasn't muddy, otherwise they'd be easy to track. A taxi pulled up and Will gave him an address.

"Hannibal Lecter's house? Why are we going from one danger to another?" Y/n asked, much rather preferring a McDonald's or a cinema.

"Because Jack will be there, and right now nowhere is safe," her father whispered, looking out the window, "and maybe it's the only address I know."

"That's probably it. What are we going to do then? Have a cup of tea with him and chat with Hannibal?" she sarcastically teased.

"I gave him time to leave, nothing should happen".

Y/N wasn't so sure.

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When they got off, her father couldn't have been more wrong. Alana laid there, glass broken, rain rinsing blood from her hair. She seemed dead, just the twitching from shock making her shoulders move up and down.

"Alana!" Will rushed to her and wrapped her in his coat.

Y/n made note of her surroundings. The front door opened, all sorts of wet footsteps on the carpet, the second floor window busted. And a bloody burgundy dahlia looking at her from a pot near the entrance.

"Betrayal," she hummed, crouching down beside Alana.

Will looked at her as if she was crazy. He had just called the ambulance and left Alana his phone.

"The flowers," Y/n pointed out, "I guess he's inside.”

"Jack's there too," Alana choked out.

Y/N was surprised, she thought Alana's rib cage was too damaged to speak, but Alana proved her wrong. Will nodded and stood up, his gun in both hands. Y/n stayed a little longer, not caring that her hair was now sticking to her ears and causing her to feel cold.

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As she opened the door to the kitchen, the smell of blood hit her. There were knives, plates and glass everywhere, two pairs of shoes standing in the midst of it all. As she looked up, Hannibal's silhouette greeted her.

"You were supposed to leave!" Will was standing in front of him.

"I couldn't leave without you two," Hannibal said affectionately.

Y/n did not know who 'you two' meant, but had a hunch that it included her. Strangely, Hannibal didn't even spare her a look, placing his palm on Will's cheek as if to caress it. They both had such an intense gaze, the sexual tension almost making Y/n turn around to give them some privacy. The scenery looked like a theater piece, a tragedy at that. They dove into their world, where she didn't exist and where they spoke in a different language, or maybe she just lost her hearing from how loud her heart was beating. Either way, Y/n wanted to separate them, to drag her dad back to their house, back to their dogs.

She did not see the knife coming from her point of view. Her father simply yelped and took a step forward, crashing into Hannibal's arms. This wasn't real, no. Hannibal would never hurt Will, he was like the other half of his soul, she lied to herself. But there was a red stain on his shirt and when Hannibal embraced him, the weapon remained in his hand, as if to mock them. Y/n stood motionless, no sound could break through her frozen vocal chords. She never thought this would happen, her chest tightening and her eyes filling with tears of pure terror.

The impact of Will's body aligned with her first fallen tear. His body fell directly into a pool of Jack's blood, his pants soaking it up. A few droplets of their mixed blood landed on her shoe, ruining her white trainers. Y/n swallowed nauseously, not daring to look into her fathers eyes.

Hannibal leaned forward, his crescent-shaped blade back on the counter.

"I have let you know me, see me," Hannibal paused as Will struggled to breathe, "I gave you a rare gift, but you didn't want it.”

"Didn't I?" Will insisted heartbroken, his eyebrows knitted tightly together. He seemed distressed, but more than anything, he was furious.

Y/n shut herself off, not wanting to remember her father so frail, choosing to merely listen. And when she heard Hannibal mention the shattered teacup again, something in her snapped. She opened her pocket knife behind her back, using it for the first time since she bought it after the encounter with Tobias. Her fight-or-flight instinct flipped a coin and settled on fight. In a blink of an eye, she was standing behind Hannibal, her knife placed just under his jaw.

Y/n had no idea what she was doing. Her mind told her to end it, to be free at last. But her heart knew that was not possible, not in this life. She couldn't stop shaking, so she applied more force, making him bleed a little. Will sucked in his breath, not quite understanding what was going on as this was out of character for her.

"We are not a shattered teacup. You can't glue us back together and pretend like nothing happened," Y/n croaked in his ear, her voice high-pitched.

The blade suddenly twitched as a chuckle erupted from Hannibal’s chest.

"No, you certainly are not just a piece of pottery, but you are indeed fragile."

“You should have left when Will told you to. Instead you slaughtered them all, rightfully or not, whether you believe in God or not. There is no excuse for that,” Y/n hissed, her disappointment in him turning her words bitter.

"I should have seen it coming…you made us so blind," her disappointment in herself turning her words sour.

Alana's happy face when she gave her a handmade sweater, or Jack and Bella's Christmas party, it was all over. Her bright future turned dim.

"I just wanted us to be a family. Why," she sobbed, a big droplet falling on the floor, "why can't I have a genuine family for once?"

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Taking advantage of her state of mind, Hannibal grabbed her hand, pulling the knife away from his throat and spinning her around. He took her face in his palms, making her look at him. Y/n had teardrops on her chin, red spots on her irritated skin, her lips chapped and her eyelashes littered with fresh tears. He wiped them away so she had a clear view of him. However, he was no better, his normally perfectly sleek bangs were now messy, blood on his collar and some drying under his nose. He was bruised and in pain, yet he still looked like the most charismatic man she had ever seen. A charismatic man that attempted to erase her father's existence.

"You don't get to start over after what you've just done, that's not fair!” she tried to wriggle out of his grip, “You hurt Will and you broke my trust. What do you expect us to do?"

"Nothing, such is life. Don't fight it, let it all go."

Y/n raised her eyebrows in disbelief, a single tear running down her cheek. By now she could care less about having a weapon on her side, she felt she had already lost.

"'And what if I don't want to let it go, to forget or forgive?"

"Then you lose yourself," Hannibal directed his gaze back to Will, "I forgive Will. Will he forgive me?"

"'Don't. No, no, no!" Will uttered for the first time after his collapse.

It broke his heart, but there was nothing to be done, his design was meant to be finished and everything had to go according to plan. He pried her knife from her slack hold, unbeknown to her.

"What are you tal-" Y/n's question couldn't be finished as she was silenced.

Her own knife, now in Hannibal's possession, was plunged blade deep into her side, almost identically to her father's. She yelped as she felt her muscles being torn apart, the stinging as Hannibal yanked it out causing her to choke. Her eyes opened wide as if trying to comprehend what was happening. The searing pain in her torso sent her to the ground, but it was the pain in her heart that made her burst out crying again, only this time it would not stop. Hannibal slowly lowered her down beside Will, splattering the tiles with her blood and tears like the rain would.

She shook, struggling to catch her breath. With one hand she pressed against her wound, with the other she found her father's hand and weakly squeezed it. She felt his cold fingers, the energy draining from his body.

"Dad," Y/n muffled her cries.

Will wanted to help her, to hold her and console her, but he'd been bleeding for so long he couldn't even open his mouth. He had no choice but to watch with half-closed eyes as the entire room bathed in red.

"You can make it all go away. Put your head back, close your eyes," Hannibal reached for Will's shoulder and met his eyes. "Wade into the quiet of the stream".

Y/n blinked at Hannibal for a second, but instead of a man, she saw a red horned monster with black dahlias sprouting from its eye sockets. So this was his true self, she realised.

“We were never meant to work, were we?” she clutched at Hannibal's trousers with her bloodied fingers.

There was a silence for a while, Will's labored breathing slowing and her own sniffles fading to silent tears. Hannibal knelt down and ruffled her wet hair.

And as her father closed his eyes, Hannibal asked her: "Will you forgive me?"

Y/n wanted to say no. She wanted to send him into the pond of burgundy ink as well, but her own mind said otherwise.

"'Maybe, if you promise to make us work."

He smiled and stood up, not looking at her again. As his footsteps faded away, Y/n's warm blood grew chilly and her eyes heavy. With her last strength she kissed her father's knuckles, her last tears streaming down her face.

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She shed tears for how pitiful her ending was. And as her vision got blurrier, she bid farewell to her life.

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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Hannibal and Will would advocate for you if your doctor's or the ER isn't listening to you about your chronic illness/pain.

They'd both get pissed off over it though.

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vampiiu · 1 year

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Dancing with the Devil (Will Graham)

TW // CW: Rough sex. Brief mention of blood. Will smokes a cig.

What to expect: female reader, smut. The reader is a sub.

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He smells like whiskey and a nightmare. Cigarette smoke disperses off his lips and for a moment, you swear he almost smiled.

“Will?” “Y/N.”

Your name came from his soul like a sin, only fueled with the darkest flames of lust. He rushed toward you. His eyes trailed from your eyes to your ears, and all the way to your core. You feel his hands grab your waist, and soon they come to rest above your hips. He flicks the ash from his cigar and smiles when you squeeze his biceps. The flame burns your thigh and it aches so good. Your bodies sway with each other as the slow tune of Cigarettes After Sex plays throughout the house.

“I missed you.” You mumble into his chest.

“I missed you too, beautiful.” He whispers. His breath sends shivers down your spine and he kisses above your ear.

Will had been working late recently. You know how demanding Jack is, and how wary they must be of Dr. Lecter, so you understand. Of course none of that matters now, as your love has returned.

He tilts your face towards his and you notice how exhausted he looks. Regardless, he’s still as (if not more) sexy. His skin sparkles from sweat in the moonlight. His hair half-sticks to his face, and despite the encumbering feeling of fatigue, his only focus is you. He pulls you into a gentle kiss and works his way to your neck, trailing all of your sensitive spots. Your face flushes as your blood surfaces to your neck and your… other areas. You’re sure he’s enjoying this from the way his groin grinds into your thigh.

His groans go straight to your cunt. He kneels before you and unzips your jeans with one hand, puffing his cigarette with the other. He never breaks eye contact with you, and you almost came on the spot when he rubbed your clit like the slut he is. His lips trace over the wetness in your panties and he nuzzles you like a cat.

“God, I want you so bad.” He groans and places a kiss on your heat.

“You should’ve come earlier. You missed out on all the fun, maybe you could’ve watched.” You retort.

In response, he stands up and looks down on you. A battle between souls can be heard before he grabs your unbuttoned shirt collar and pushes you to your bed. Will begins to attack your chest with his mouth, sucking and biting and god, did he just lick you?

This will definitely leave hickies later.

He disgards his cigarette in the ashtray by your bed as he passionately makes out with you. It’s not messy at all; Will knows what he’s doing. Tongues clash and lips collide and it’s as if real sparks fly between you two. Your bodies are heated and grinding against each other like creatures in heat.

A sharp blow stings your neck and you can feel fresh, warm blood dripping from the wound. Will leans back to admire his design. After a few seconds of admiration, he licks the now clotting blood from your neck and kisses the bruise. How is it possible to love someone who can be so cruel? Strangled moans drag from your lips.

“Shit. I’m sorry, baby, you just get me so fucking excited.”

His rhythm matches his words and your eyes can’t help but to roll back in their sockets. You’re so turned on right now it’s insane.

“Will, please. I- Oh god, I need you now. pleasepleaseplease-”

“You’ll be a good girl, right? You’re gonna stay still?” “Yes sir, I swear.”

He smirks when he pushes his fingers into your throat. You suck his fingers, lubing them for your own sake.

After what feels like an eternity, he slides his fingers into your entrance. Will holds himself up above you while you ride his fingers.

"Fuck me, dammit!" you plea.

"Shhhhhhh..." He hushes you. "Now, we wouldn't wanna keep you waiting, would we?"

"No, no, please, Will. God."

You plead again. He laughs and pulls his fingers out. Your body trembles with frustration. He sits next to you on the bed and you can feel him watching you.

“Do I make you needy, baby?” He teases. “I thought I was the bad boy here.”

You scoff as he raises from the bed and strips himself right in front of you. From his face straight down to his perfectly carved hips, he's yours. He goes to hover over you again, this time ass-naked. He lines himself up with your entrance and kneads your breasts with his hands.

"I'll make you feel good."

You nod desperately and gasp when he enters you without warning.

Bottoming out, he moans loudly. You see his exposed neck tilting his head towards the heavens. His mouth opened to receive anything given to him by the world. He looks down to you, eyes dark and his body slick with sweat. His hips rock into yours and you can't help but whimper. Will leans down, catching you in a passionate kiss.

His hands cradle your face at first but quickly trail down to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He takes your breath away and you're under his full control. He's a god and you're his angel. You can hear yourself purring beneath him and your legs wrap around his waist. The pleasure is excruciating.

His hips start rocking faster, thrusting into you deeper and deeper until it hurts. Tears stream down your face and you can't help but moan into his ear. You clutch onto his arms tightly, begging him for more. Every thrust hits something in you. You cry out and he takes this opportunity to push into you even deeper.

Your nails dig into his flesh as he pounds into you relentlessly, leaving behind bruises. Your orgasm is so powerful and unexpected your voice leaves your body. You don't expect such intensity. Both bodies buckle in their place to catch breath. When Will finally collapses next to you, both of your chests are heaving. The sweet smell of sex fills the air and you flash an open-mouth smile from total ecstasy. You turn to your side, still breathing hard and see your partner looking at you with love in his eyes. He wraps you in his embrace and you both drift off into a blissful sleep, aware of each other's feelings. He feels like home.

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rose-lunaire · 7 months

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May I ask for overall dating Bedelia headcannons? What is she like in the relationship etc. Thank you 🙏🏻😊

i have to say i was surprised to see how little content there is about her, really. so i’m very grateful for this ask, hope it’s what you were looking for, enjoy! i wanted to write about her from a broader perspective, so i hope you don’t mind i altered the ask a little bit

pairing: bedelia du maurier x gn!reader

warnings: mention of mental illness

bedelia du maurier sfw dating alphabet

a - asking out

as much as i believe in bedelia’s confidence, it was you who made the defining move. you met at a charity gala on a chilly evening in september. the first round of champagne has been distributed and bedelia found herself finished greeting all of her acquaintances, her gaze suddenly drawn to an unknown figure. pushed by an invisible force, nearly ran in your direction. “oh, i’m so sorry, i mistook you for one of my old friends!” it was a lame attempt in masking her excitement, but you just laughed and introduced yourself. as the evening passed you ended up gravitating towards each other multiple times. it was almost surreal, you gave in to the urge to finally ask her out

b - best friend

the connection between you is undeniable, it runs deeper than simple attraction. bedelia is an attentive listener and there was something about her that made you trust her completely. it’s your weekly ritual to dish out the juiciest gossip on saturday dinners. it’s always fun to make fun all your pretentious colleagues and drink good wine. there is always an atmosphere of warmth and trust when you hang out together. you don’t need anyone else in your life, because you just found true love in your soulmate’s embrace

c - cooking

i feel like she isn’t a fan of cooking. it feels mundane and messy for her. hates cleaning afterwards. she can make simple things or prepare a beautiful charcuterie board but that’s it. that’s not to say she doesn’t enjoy fancy food; you both will explore all restaurants in the neighbourhood, searching for the perfect place to relax after a long day of work. sometimes you’re both too tired to go out and end up snacking in the kitchen, laughing at bedelia’s attempts at cooking dinner. in the end it always tastes good because of how much fun you had preparing it (and thanks to your life-saving cooking skills)

d - date time!

at first you mingled at many social events, sometimes dancing under the scrutinising gazes of other guests. as your connection deepened, you opted for coziness of your houses. you lost track of passing days, the whole world seemingly disappearing for the time of your dates. bedelia doesn’t like planning many things ahead as her schedule changes frequently. quite early on you got the spare key to her home, hanging out anytime you got. the setting doesn’t have to be special for you two, the sheer company makes for unforgettable time

e - escapism, exploring the enchanted gardens

for bedelia, the only thing that can measure up to your beauty are flowers. on gloomy days you would visit local botanical gardens or orangeries. the humid air and heart-fluttering scent make of a unique atmosphere so unreal and mystical, you can forget all the mundane earthly worries. you dive into the feeling, savouring the serenity in your lover’s eyes: a sight so rare and precious to your heart

f - favourite part

her favourite part of you is your hands. the light squeezes and feather-like brushes of the knuckles, it grounds her and never fails to make her heart flutter. bedelia would trace your callouses, detailed lines on your palms searching for peace after a difficult day. loves the way your hands fit together. eager to adorn your hand with a promise ring

g - gifts

bedelia is a big spender and you can’t convince me otherwise. will buy you gifts any chance she gets, ranging from your favourite pastry on a sunday breakfast to a gold pendant she saw on a shopping spree. expect countless items related to your hobbies appearing on your shelf. it’s always something thoughtful and not over-the-top. you once scolded her careless shopping habits and now she’s bit better with limiting herself. but she just loves you so much, there’s no stopping bedelia from splurging on your birthday

h - holidays

i would say her favourite holiday is the summer vacation. she enjoys the warm evenings filled with mellow jazz and good rosé. it usually means less work and more time to spend with you. it’s the season for oversized sunglasses and strapless dresses. evening seem to stretch on forever, filled with your soft laughter and your cheeks flushed from the heat.

i - illness

gets sick easily, especially in autumn. with meeting a lot of people come consequences, but with years she got better with masking her own struggles to focus on helping the other person. if you notice her sneezing, she will dismiss it as dust allergy or something. bedelia enjoys being pampered as long as it doesn't get in the way of her work. pro tip: reschedule all her meetings before she has the chance to protest!

j - jealous, jealous girl! does she get jealous easily? how does she react to you being jealous?

she despises seeing you jealous. for her it’s a symptom of distrust, which she fears the most in a relationship. but sometimes it can’t be avoided: once a waiter slipped a note into her hand and bedelia made a show out of turning him down. she was shocked to see a shadow of a frown if your face. “what’s wrong, dear?”was her voice a little too loud, she wondered. “it was cruel. i wish people knew you’re mine and stop doing such things.” it was hard for the blonde to hide the smirk forming on her lips.

k - kisses

kisses with bedelia are short but sensual. they leave you wanting more and yearning for her touch. like everything with her, they’re playful yet almost dignified. the way she places her thumb under your eye, studying the depth of your orbs. how your hips touch as your bodies slowly melt into each other and the surrounding fade away. her breath is hungry, she’s feeding off your desperation. with nowhere to run, you’re savouring every second.

l - love language

words of affirmation are a must. as a psychiatrist she understands the importance of communication and wants you to know how much you mean to her. it’s just.. her emotions are so strong and bedelia wants you to know just how much you mean for her, her efforts seem a bit messy and the message doesn’t really get through. there’s just so much she wants to tell you on the daily basis.

m - mornings

hates to waste time in morning. not to say she’s an early bird, she hates the way her joints feel heavy and her gaze blurs at the bright sunlight. it’s like the nature is playing a joke on her clouded mind. her days are filled with rummaging through people’s darkest memories and pristine mornings seem like an ironic prelude. however, her attitude changed when you moved in with her. now the sharp rays are the signal to let go of your body, start of missing your warmth and calming scent. but seeing you rub your eyes sleepily makes bedelia forget all about it

n - nicknames

for you: duckling! there’s a cute story behind it. there was a cocktail party hannibal was hosting and you both couldn’t miss for the world. unfortunately you barely knew any guests and just followed bedelia anywhere she went. during the dinner you observed her manners intently, faithfully copying her every move. when came the time to chat with host, hannibal greeted you by saying “and who is the lovely duckling following you around, bedelia?”

for her: snowflake! cold and unique, bedelia is an unattainable treasure for most people. some tried holding her tightly, but it resulted in losing her momentarily. you were the one she graced with her beauty, the one who saw her true nature and didn’t try to melt her icy exterior. you loved all her sharp edges and intricate patterns

o - open book, how open is she about her past, her struggles?

to be honest she doesn’t like discussing her past. it’s complicated and painful so she doesn’t want to burden you with unnecessary knowledge. but if you as for something in a straightforward manner, she will probably confess what’s on her mind. just don’t press too hard as she feels more comfortable helping with your struggles. during some late-night talks like this she will also unveil a bit of her struggles, so listen carefully then and hug her tightly

p - pda (public display of affection)

melts every time you greet her with a kiss on the cheek. it’s subtle and cute, but during a dinner party it can reassure her deeply. sometimes she would squeeze your ring finger to catch your attention. no one needs big embraces or french kisses to see how madly in love and committed you are to each other. it’s the stolen moments by the bathroom giggling and staring contests across the ballroom. a smile so bright each moment your hands are intertwined. it doesn’t take a detective to tell how much in love you are

q - quiz time! how much does she know and remember about you?

queen of small gestures. once again, it’s her job to remember personal information and uses it to her advantage. that blue shirt you liked on instagram? she will paint the bedroom walls with this colour. in the early stages of your relationship she exhausted all sources to find more information about you. it’s gotten to the point when you want to tell her a story from your childhood and she just goes “oh, i remember that one” even though you don’t remember telling her about this detail

r - romance

she has a very alluring aura and in addition to that, bedelia has an immense knowledge about relationships. she has seen the most toxic unions as well as pure platonic couples through her career. she knows exactly what to not do, but barely what how she actually wants to treat you. she’s not big on over-the-top gestures and splurging on gifts. firm believer in quality time! she goes relatively fast in the relation, which doesn’t make her intentions less genuine. she would never admit that she fell for you at the first sight, but bedelia was sure the moment she saw you.

s - sense of security

constantly being around unstable individuals, hell, being held hostage as hannibal’s wife, i took a big toll on her well-being. when he’s in jail, it’s like something is missing. the lack of adrenaline felt foreign, so i feel like she would look for it in a relationship. borderline unhealthy attraction to scheming, games of cat and mouse. keeps life interesting until there is mutual trust within the relationship. keep each other on your toes while holding hands tightly.

t - temper

i would say she’s a stoic person, to the point it’s unsettling. when provoked, her rage manifest as an icy, calculated cruelty. she knows how to hurt a person on a spiritual level and they won’t notice until it hits them bad. bedelia is like a dormant volcano, full of mystery and unspoken wishes. the first time you’ve ever seen her angry was when hannibal escaped prison. the animalistic look in her eyes made you want to flee. moment like these, she’s like a venomous snake, quietly contemplating whether to spare her prey.

u - unwinding

i guess that she host her psychiatric sessions in her house, so the building has a strong stressful connotation. but it was like she haven’t noticed; always reading in her living room, excusing herself from other plans to stay at home and rest. you made it your point to change her habit. you started to plan dates outside, dragging bedelia to the lakeside and taking her on long walks to talk about her feelings. that’s also the reason you eat out so much. it’s become your tradition to go to the seaside once in a while

v - vanity, is she concerned about her looks? and what would people think?

she likes to look her best every day, reliable and charming attire is her signature. adores accessories and the days when her hair curl perfectly. her whole image is meticulously crafted during her years as a therapist. it makes her feel empowered during difficult moments. bedelia wants to look reliable and a little unattainable. the layers of silk make for an intricate armour and tease

w - warmth and wishes

“well, and what did you pray for?” she asked, ushering you to the side, a playful smile lingering on her lips. the birthday cake was long forgotten, but the sight of your hopeful eyes wouldn’t leave bedelia’s thoughts. you’re not supposed to share the wish with anyone, but this time you would make an exception. you look at girlfriend and confess with a hushed voice. “i asked that you would believe me.” her baffled expression begged for more. “it’s just… i love you so much and i can’t stand the way you dismiss my praises. the only thing i care about in this world is your happiness. so give it to me, it’s my birthday after all.” you chuckled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “then who am i to deny your wish, duckling?”

x - xtra, random headcanon for you!

has a collection of silk scarves, once someone told her they carry scent the best, so she can enjoy her favourite perfumes even more. also, bedelia likes to match the colours and patterns to how the scent makes her feel: musk fits embroidery, floral patterns with fresh aromas etc. she would gift you one for your anniversary, so you can have a part of her always with you. if there is a challenging day looming before her, she would take the scarf from you to feel your scent throughout the day.

y - yuck! absolute no-no in the relationship

incompetence and helplessness. she had enough of desperate individuals in her lifetime and craves for a partner, not another patient. someone to ground her, remind of what’s real, present. another big turn-off is a lot of secrets. as it may be thrilling to play games sometimes, she is not keen on uncertainty and insincere gestures. she’s sure about the relationship with you, so don’t make the mistake of doubting it.

z - zzz… sleeping habits!

as i mentioned previously, bedelia has a hard time falling asleep. sometimes it takes a chamomile tea before bed or a heart-to-heart at two am. she wouldn’t want to burden you with her struggles, but with time you’ve started to recognise her breathing patterns. after a while you just cuddle her and softly ask what’s bothering her so late at night. she never snores, but trashes a lot. needs something to hug, either your arm or her favourite pillow

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ihavemanyhusbands · 4 months

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Routine Check Up

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x Fem!Reader

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Summary: The good Dr. Lecter stops by to check up on Will Graham's favorite pet.

Word Count: 2.3k words

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, i think i was possessed while writing this, Plot? What fucking plot?, light petplay... but in the female gaze ig, Dom/Sub dynamic, light dehumanization, threesome, Hannibal gets to put his PhD to good use,Oral, unprotected p in v (don't you dare) ,dirty talk, self indulgent afffff, ....breeding kink?

A/N: I DECIDED TO SAY FUCK IT. @glitchedpup dedicating it to you here too!

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You woke to the sound of a car pulling up the gravel road, and Will’s dogs barking outside.

On the bedside clock, it read eight thirty AM. You usually woke up around the same time as Will, but you supposed he’d let you sleep in a little longer this time. It was a Sunday, after all.

Moments later, there was knocking on the front door. Will padded over from the kitchen and he opened it to reveal Hannibal. You sat up in the bed, curious, and crawled forward a little to get a better look.

“Hannibal,” he greeted in an even tone, even if you could tell he was a little surprised. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Just a routine check-up, Will,” he said with a small shrug, looking over his shoulder at you. “Have to keep her healthy, right?”

“No courtesy call beforehand? That’s uncharacteristic of you,” Will noted, stepping aside to let him in. “I suppose you meant to surprise us.”

Once more, Hannibal smiled enigmatically, a glint of mischief in his amber eyes. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by.”

He hung up his jacket by the door, and Will motioned for you to stand up and come closer.

You shot him a quizzical look, but made no questions as you scurried over to them, standing at attention next to Will.

“Hello, there,” Hannibal said amicably. “Mind if I take a look at you?”

You nodded quickly, almost eagerly. Will raised an eyebrow at this, but Hannibal kept his eyes on you.

This was one of his little games, a constant reminder of who had the upper hand. You knew what he called you to others — Will Graham’s favorite pet.

Still, you didn’t mind playing along, and it seemed like Will didn’t either. You weren’t sure what that said about you, but you found it wasn’t quite as mortifying as one might expect.

“I’ll need her to…” Hannibal trailed off, gesturing at your figure.

“Strip,” Will commanded, barely glancing at you.

You did as told, eyeing the doctor peripherally. He was appraising you as well, slightly impressed at your unflinching obedience.

You’d been well trained, after all.

You weren’t wearing much, just one of Will’s t-shirts and cotton underwear, both of which fell unceremoniously to the floor. You didn’t cover yourself as you were bared to the room, instead keeping your expression neutral and arms at your sides.

“Where do you need me?” You asked, voice low.

“Just where you are is fine,” he said, setting down his bag. “Now let’s see…”

First, he checked your pulse, fingers resting gently on your wrist as he looked down at his watch. When his fingers moved to your neck, you kept eye contact as he felt your lymph nodes, tracing up to your jaw, behind your ear and down to your collarbones.

His eyes watched your throat work as you swallowed hard, glancing at Will. Hannibal knew just how much you trusted him to guide you. You cared for him the same way he cared for you, and surrender was a price you gladly paid for it.

For a long time, you had a constant need to be in control of not just yourself, but also your surroundings. Every detail had to be accounted for; Every single possibility dissected and analyzed. It was essential for survival.

That was until you met Will, and you grew sick and tired of control. There were no more ruins to scurry out of, or prevent. Devotion was all that was left, and that was something Hannibal could understand.

“Open your mouth, please. Let’s see these teeth,” Hannibal instructed.

Once more, you did as told. He hummed in thought as he looked over your canines and front teeth. Then he stretched your lips back with two fingers so he could see all of your molars, too.

“Good,” he murmured under his breath, and for a brief, wild moment, you wanted to sink your teeth into his hand.

His thumb then swiped over your bottom lip, and it was then that you gave in to your urges. You nipped at it, holding it between your teeth for a moment.

“Ah, ah,” Will tsked, reaching over and grabbing the back of your neck firmly.

He gave you a stern look, and you let go of Hannibal’s thumb grudgingly.

Hannibal chuckled, delighted. “Sharp, as expected. Apologies, had to coax that out of her.”

Playing with fire, you thought, figuring that was exactly what he wanted. You wondered if you’d get a better taste of him at some point.

With a stethoscope — because he took his role very seriously — he checked your heartbeat and your breathing, both of which seemed to quicken a little at his nearness.

“No need to be nervous,” he said reassuringly, but his smile told you he was very much enjoying making you feel that way.

The end of the stethoscope was cold against your flesh, which made you shudder a little. Your nipples hardened, too, which was a detail he did not miss.

A soft, pleasured hum escaped you as his fingers grazed the skin right under your breasts, his touch not entirely clinically detached.

“Quiet, now. Let the doctor do his work,” Will chastised.

For his part, Hannibal inhaled deeply, closing his eyes momentarily.

“Someone’s in heat,” he noted, sharing a look with Will. “I could take care of it, if you like.”

Will’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Hmm, that explains why she’s been humping my leg. But is it necessary?”

“You wouldn’t want to leave her unattended, would you?”

You tried not to let a traitorous blush spread across your cheeks at Will’s analyzing gaze, dipping your chin slightly in confirmation.

“I might just have to check your temperature, too,” Hannibal added, tilting his head to one side. “Could I have you bend over the couch, please?”

Will nodded towards it, and off you went, kneeling on the armrest and placing your hands on the cushion.

You kept still as the doctor approached with slow, easy steps. His fingers traced the curve of your ass before dipping lower, to the source of your ache.

Will sat beside your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. He watched you shoot Hannibal a frustrated look as he teased you, fingers gliding up your slit. He gripped your chin just as you bared your teeth, wanting to bite once more.

Then, you swallowed back a low whine as he easily sank his middle finger into you. You heard his huff of amusement as you pushed your hips back needily.

“Running a little hot…” Hannibal mused. “We’ve got to remedy that, don’t we?”

You shot him another look, pleading this time. Your pupils were blown wide with desire, almost swallowing your irises, and your breaths came out long and slow.

You gripped one of Will’s arms, urging him towards you, desperate to touch him as well.

“Think you deserve a treat?” He murmured, raising an eyebrow. “Go on, earn it.”

Will scooted closer, your head now on his lap. You breathed in his familiar scent, and you licked his crotch through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Hannibal chuckled. “Oh, but she’s being so good…”

Will glanced up at him. “Hmm, she’s been showing off a little for you. Can’t let that become a habit.”

Hannibal’s hand retreated, and a complaint was starting to form in your throat when you heard the metallic clink of his belt, followed by the rasp of his zipper being pulled down.

You also heard a wet pop as he sucked your arousal off his finger, loving the taste of you. Oh, he’d definitely need to try it directly from the source, too.

“Not to worry, we’ll take good care of her,” he purred, bending closer to your ear. “Just needed some extra attention is all, didn’t you?”

You nodded, spreading your knees further apart. Will’s hand rested on your head as you continued to lap at him. You felt him hardening against your insistent tongue, lips tracing the outline of his shaft. The smell and the heat of him were making you delirious with lust, driving any sort of coherency out the window.

Behind you, Hannibal spread you open with both hands in order to get a better look at his next meal. He knelt, pushing his slacks down and gripping himself.

His hot breath blew against your soaked core for a mere second before he licked you clit to ass in one long, languid stripe. His expert tongue then dipped into the deep well of your cunt, and you felt the vibration of his groan.

He stroked himself as he continued his ministrations, closing his eyes as all his other senses were invaded by you.

You let out a choked whine, eyes fluttering closed as you pressed your cheek against Will’s growing bulge. He had you lift your head as he shifted his hips, pulling off his boxers and finally letting you get your reward.

You practically melted at the taste of him as you took him into your mouth — musky and slightly salty. You knew the exact way he liked to be tended to, guiding yourself by the sounds he made.

You moaned around him, and he gathered your hair in his fist, keeping it away from your face. He kept your head down for a moment when he was all the way down your throat, and you breathed slowly through your nose.

“There we go,” Will sighed, petting your head. “That’s it.”

Your mind went blank for a moment as Hannibal lapped up all your arousal with gusto. Will let you come up for air, gently pulling you up by the hair to meet his lips in a sloppy kiss.

Before your head descended once more, you looked at him, glassy-eyed and smiling beatifically. The same adoration was mirrored in his eyes as he tenderly ran the back of his finger down your cheek.

“Atta girl, taking it all so well,” Hannibal praised, standing up. “I think you’re ready for me.”

He slowly eased into you, letting out a low groan as he bottomed out. You sucked in a breath, adjusting to the delicious stretch. Instinctually, you moved against him, seeking much more friction than he was currently providing.

“Don’t have to do… much of the work myself,” He grunted, grabbing your hips in a half-attempt to slow you down. “So very eager, this one.”

“Loves to please. Everything she gets, she earns,” Will said proudly. “Makes it so much better, doesn’t it?”

“Well trained indeed.”

At such an angle, you could feel Hannibal reaching impossibly deep, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull. You moaned against Will’s skin, teeth digging lightly into his inner thigh.

As bad as you might want it, you knew he wouldn’t let you make him come with your mouth. He was next in line after Hannibal, and he intended to leave a lasting impression. That wasn’t to say he didn’t want you to keep touching him, though.

Hannibal’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder, in which he chased his release. You were already clenching him hard, close to the edge yourself. Then one of his hands reached between your legs, rubbing your clit in quick, tight circles.

Heat spread throughout you like wildfire, all-consuming. You reached back to grip one of his forearms, unsure if it was a plead for mercy or for him to never stop. It didn’t take long for you to come undone, mouth slack in pleasure as you moaned wantonly, melting into the heady feeling of them both.

Soon after, Hannibal’s hips stuttered, and then they stopped when he was fully sheathed inside of you. You could feel him pulsate as he was gripped in his own euphoria, branding you much like Will had done countless times before.

Once more, Will kissed you, murmuring a soft good girl against your lips. Hannibal pulled out of you, panting as he bent forward to plant a kiss on your spine.

“I think she can give us another one,” he said. “In fact, I highly recommend it.”

Will nodded in agreement. “Doctor’s orders.”

He moved you onto the couch cushions as they switched places. Hannibal presented himself before you, leaning back with a lupine sort of smirk.

Will’s thrusts were swift and savage as you licked Hannibal clean. It was only polite to tend to the doctor after being so very helpful. Your tongue was especially enthusiastic as you neared your second orgasm.

His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to bruise. By his more unrestrained sounds, you could tell he was right there with you. When he came, his body slumped forward, chest flush against your back.

His hot breath was against your neck as he pressed himself tighter against you. He was still buried to the hilt, making sure no drop was wasted.

When he unsheathed himself from you, you collapsed onto the couch, body spread between the two of them. You felt boneless and utterly sated, swimming in dopamine.

“Good job. That should hold you for some time, hmm?” Hannibal said, looking down at you resting on his lap.

Will huffed in amusement, caressing your legs. “You’ll find she’s quite insatiable.”

The two shared a look, all too happy to shoulder the so-called burden of your constant hunger.

“You should’ve just said you missed me, Doctor Lecter,” you said with a teasing grin. “Could’ve saved us the theatrics.”

He smirked. “Oh, but where’s the fun in that?”

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ficnation · 7 months

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Chapter 1: Dig In

Series: “Eat Your Heart Out” Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Female! Reader x Will Graham Word count: 4,6k+ Warnings: canon-typical warnings

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Will Graham hasn’t seen you in years—years that felt like centuries to him. When you greet him, your voice is like a songbird’s serenade—sweet, peaceful, and meant only for his ears. It was a melody he missed dearly yet never dared to summon in his mind, even as the memories of you bled into his dreams.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, voice breaking at the last word. The question is not hostile, but it’s not friendly either. He knows you didn’t expect him to greet you like an old friend would. You know him too well for that—or at least you knew him before Hannibal Lecter barged into his life.

A smile crawls up your face, but it never reaches your eyes. You came here because you know, you know someone’s version of the story. But you crave to see the truth—to find out exactly what happened—and you know that Will is the only person who can provide you with the answers you’re looking for.

Jack Crawford raises his hand, his palm facing Will in a silent greeting—almost a peace offer. He keeps his distance as he lifts your suitcases out of the trunk of his car. He’s the one that called you, told you everything you needed to know, how Will lost his mind, how he keeps insisting that an innocent man—someone he considered a friend—is the Chesapeake Ripper.

Will can’t help but snicker at the thought of how this conversation went. You don’t seem bothered by the change in his expression—you hardly ever were, and he was always surprised by your unflappable composure.

“I’m going to stay with you, Will.” It’s not a question nor a suggestion fueled by concern over his well-being. It’s a declaration, and he has absolutely no say in this matter. Jack Crawford has already made that decision for him, and Will is in no position to object—he’s well aware of it.

Will nods and gesticulates to the door of his house. It’s a reluctant invitation forced out of him by his boss’ incessant gaze.

You don’t let him think about it for much longer, fearing he’ll withdraw the offer. You walk up the stairs of the porch and cross the doorstep. The inside is no warmer than the bitter winter on the other side of the door. You shiver slightly, wrapping your arms around yourself for heat.

A flock of dogs runs up to you, wagging their tails in excitement. Some of them you’ve already met before, and some of them seem like recent additions to Will’s collection of strays. You pat each dog on the head as you take off your boots by the entrance. You note that you no longer feel like you are just another stray Will has taken into his home.

The warmth of the friendly dogs quickly makes you forget how much you don’t belong here; you enjoy their company for a moment before reluctantly moving on to explore the room.

Not much has changed since the last time you were here. Will’s bed is still in the room, and you remember the time he confessed to you that it makes him feel more aware of his surroundings—gives him a sparse flicker of safety. He has easy access to the windows overlooking the outside, and he hears whenever someone walks up the stairs to his porch. It’s a small shred of comfort to cling to in the midst of his torment—you understand his reasoning.

The fireplace is the same one you used to warm up in front of every morning when you slept over—just surrounded by more dog beds than before. The old, simple in their design but surprisingly comfortable armchairs stand in their designated spots. Dog toys litter the carpeted floor, while books and familiar trinkets overwhelm the shelves, though if you look more closely, you find new additions mixed in with the old.

“Nothing has changed,” you say to yourself and the chill air of the room. You don’t hear Will’s footsteps as he joins you in the heart of his house.

“I did.” His words make your head whip around to face him, your eyes finding his. There’s a certain darkness in his statement—one you recognize.

The brown curls on his head frame his face in an untamed mess. He’s beautiful, and you find yourself still affected by his proximity.

“I don’t think you did.”

“You’ve been here for seven minutes, I can’t imagine you know much,” Will retorted.

“I know you, Will.” You meet his eyes for a few seconds—it doesn’t take much longer for him to look away. He hasn’t changed.

“Not anymore. Believe me,” his voice is certain and steady, but his hands shake as he reaches for your cozy black coat.

You let him slide it off your shoulders—the chill of the room refreshing. Will Graham isn’t a gentleman—he’s never conformed to society’s expectations. The gesture isn’t meant to impress you, make you swoon, or simply check a box. He does it because he still feels something toward you—he still cares.

You don’t talk much after that. Will makes some space for your stuff in his closet and leaves your suitcases in one of the many empty rooms. You thank him with another smile that doesn’t reach your eyes—there’s too much worry in them to convey your gratitude.

He goes on a walk with the dogs while you decide to take stock of his fridge and cupboards in search of any ingredients that you could possibly turn into a late dinner—french crepes filled with whatever jam or other sweet spreading he has in his kitchen.

You make yourself cozy in one of the armchairs in front of the crackling fireplace, your legs tucked comfortably beneath you when the door opens, and a blast of cold winter air rushes in along with seven dogs, melting snow clinging onto their fur stubbornly. They sniff around the room in search of the source of the sweet, delicious smell.

Will follows in their steps, taking off his boots by the door. It won’t take long for his socks to soak up the drops of water scattered over the floor—remnants of the snow shaken off by the happy furry beasts. He says nothing for a few long minutes, merely taking in your form, the sweet smell, and the cozy atmosphere. It feels like you belong here, even if just for a moment until you deem him deranged and leave again for long years.

“Crepes?” he asks finally, sliding off his heavy jacket. Will imprints on his memory the image of you so peaceful and comfortable in his home, in his presence.

You hum in response, sticking the fork back into your mouth. “I only found jam and peanut butter.”

“It’s an accomplishment you found anything at all.” He chuckles but isn’t truly amused by it—it is a pitiful sound.

The brunet disappears into the kitchen, and when he returns, his plate is filled with food. He sits down in the other armchair with a heavy sigh—a sound so murky only an old man could make or someone so exhausted with life they didn’t see a point in it anymore.

“I believe you, you know?”

Will’s head shoots up in your direction; he almost chokes on his crepes. He didn’t foresee that at all—the thought of you believing him without even hearing his side of the story, believing in his conviction that Hannibal is the Chesapeake Ripper without even asking for evidence. When everyone around him considered him delusional and regarded his accusation with ignorance or anger—you believed him. He straightens up in his seat, looking at you expectantly, begging silently for you to continue.

“I suppose Jack didn’t tell you why exactly am I here, huh?” Will shakes his head, making you sigh deeply as you mindlessly stab the remaining crepe on your plate with the fork—he notices the anger simmering behind your irises. “Figured. They found my father’s killer in our old house.”

“Dead?”

You nod in confirmation.

“Suicide.” Your voice isn’t relieved; it doesn’t incandesce with light like it should.

Will knows that sometimes, even when the murderer is caught or killed, it takes a while to really settle into witnesses’ minds, and sometimes, they never taste that sweetness of relief for the rest of their lives. Yet, it doesn’t seem to be the problem in your case.

“He was missing a lot of blood and it didn’t appear to be anything abnormal back then so they considered the case solved. Let us come out of hiding.”

“Except it wasn’t a suicide,” the man finishes your thought. He’s right—like always. “Someone wanted you to come back… The real killer?”

He looks at you for confirmation, but his idea seems to be too facile—child’s play. If that were the case, the FBI wouldn’t let you stay with him without protection—unless they considered him your protector. Something feels off about it.

“Will, my sister was killed by the Chesapeake Ripper.”

Will stares at you with his eyes wide open. He’s looking at your face in a way that he’s never looked before. He can finally see you, your emotions, and despair—the mask you hid them under shatters into crumbs and floats away with his shaky breath. He hears the misery in your voice now—almost sees your winsome heart smashed into a million pieces inside your chest.

“I’m so sorry… I—” Will’s words are automatic as he processes your statement. He stays perfectly still in his armchair. “I didn’t—”

“What’s done is done, Will,” you interrupt him, shaking your head—a silent plea that he doesn’t blame himself for it. It doesn’t help—he still does.

The moment you stop talking, he can hear the faint ticking of the watch on your wrist. He looks at you, waiting for more to come, but you stay silent. Your eyes linger on your plate with a half-eaten crepe—the jam spilling out onto the white ceramic canvas; you seem to be contemplating something.

He remembers back on that stormy night when you came home at the end of a particularly complicated and brutal investigation—soaked and chilled to the bone. You had a small cut on your arm, not big enough to require stitches, but he wanted—no, he needed—to clean it up and kiss it all better, anyway.

Will could tend to a cut on your skin, but he couldn’t scour the one on your soul—he couldn’t kiss it all better. He always felt the need to fix things—fix you. Now? He has no idea how to take that pain away from you.

He knows he should be glad to see you—glad to see you again. But right now, there’s only sadness, confusion, and guilt because, somehow, this isn’t quite you. There has been this beautiful, bright light shining from you, but it’s missing, and the man feels the loss of it inside. He wants to reach out and take this sadness away from you, comfort you, and bring back that light you always had. He almost wants to cry—he doesn’t even know why himself.

Will swallows hard and finally speaks, voice shaking, “Can I ask you something?”

He hesitates as if afraid of the potential answer. The only thing keeping him from sinking into emptiness is your presence, and asking the wrong question might have a devastating effect. Will looks at you—eyes pleading for understanding.

“Yes. Of course…”

“What did he take?” He almost doesn’t recognize his voice. It seems to be a mere whimper—a noise buried deep within a wounded animal’s throat.

“Her heart.”

Your words strike him like a bullet. Will closes his eyes, trying hard to keep the salty water from filling them. The loss of one heart was unbearable, losing another one physically… He tries to find a reason not to be angry at fate—but there is none. The world gave you back to him, but at what cost?

He reaches out, taking your hand in his. His touch seems reassuring and gentle, but his eyes betray his anger. “I never should have let you leave...”

You ignore his words, looking into the void, and continue, “Her lungs.”

Another cruel twist of the dagger in his gut. He feels your hand squeeze his, almost as if it were asking for comfort. Yet, Will cannot be a comfort at this moment—he is too enraged at the thought of such brutality.

His gaze turns cold as stone, his hand tightening around yours as he holds back the emotions boiling up inside him, threatening to explode and tear everything apart. His eyes remain closed—unwilling to see any more of your pain. You can feel the anger radiating from him like heat.

If she stops breathing, my heart will stop with it—those were his words to Hannibal. Another therapy session he now deeply regrets. It is his fault—his fault that your sister died. And amongst all the hatred, anger, and remorse, he feels a bone-chilling relief that it wasn’t you in her place.

He knows it’s twisted to think like that; he shouldn’t even feel like that, but he can’t imagine his life knowing you were buried deep—six feet beneath the earth he was walking on and still breathing. He doesn’t know whether it was Hannibal’s well-thought-through plan or his fucked up mistake, but Will is grateful.

You are breathing, alive, and your pulse is beating fast beneath his tight grasp. He does not want to let go of it—not yet.

Will opens his eyes, still unable to see your face, yet so very relieved. He doesn’t let go of your hand, his fingers running over your knuckles as if, by touch, he can somehow reassure himself that you weren’t his imagination.

The anger inside him still roils, but he no longer shows it. The only hint of his discomfort is the tightness with which he holds your hand.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he mumbles out, almost inaudible.

“No, Will, I won’t let anything happen to you.” You meet his gaze, your eyes almost begging. “I can’t lose you too. You’re the only one I have left.”

Will smiles at you sadly. His eyes filled with a strange light, his fingers running through your hair. Your plates have been long forgotten on the nearby windowsill as he leans forward and carefully touches your cheek, running his forefinger across your lips and down to your chin.

At first, you think the gesture is affectionate—intimate. But then you notice that he’s trying to remember your every feature. It’s painful to think that someone who loved you so dearly might have forgotten your face, the feel of your skin under his touch. Maybe it’s this thought that makes your eyes well up with tears; maybe it is the gesture itself. Or possibly even both.

This moment feels so real, so raw—you are tempted to believe in it, to be hopeful for your future, at least for a moment. But after all you went through, you know that hope is a dangerous thing, and it can turn against you. It’s been so long since all your hopes have been crushed you almost forgot how to have them... And just like that, the moment vanishes, and reality crashes back.

Later that night, when you come out of the shower and crawl into his bed—your clothes sticking to the slightly damp skin, your hair in an unruly mess—he simply opens his arms.

“You claim to be my friend, yet you sleep in my bed like a lover would,” he says—he still remembers the words you whispered to him when the roles were reversed.

Will smiles at the irony, his arms wrapping around you. Your hair is still dripping, the water sliding down your neck and onto his chest. It trickles down in rivulets to his stomach, creating wet spots on his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to care.

You notice his grip is tighter than usual, yet you feel no pain, no discomfort. If he wanted to hurt you, he would. But you’re safe here—in his arms. Safer than you’ve ever been.

“Don’t pretend you don’t love having me in your bed,” you mumble against his neck, your minty breath tickling his skin.

His body shivers, and a soft sound escapes his lips. Your words remind him of the years of loneliness, of his body yearning for your touch. The sound is almost a whimper, and you feel his fingers twining in your wet hair.

The feeling is intoxicating. For years, he couldn’t touch a woman, didn’t even dream about having one so close to his skin, couldn’t feel someone’s body pressed tightly against him in a bed because they weren’t you—they dimmed in comparison. He missed it; he missed this connection, this skin-to-skin contact.

His hand lingers in your hair, the other one tracing your skin, exploring every inch of it, memorizing every imperfection, every bump beneath his palm.

“You haven’t been with anyone else, have you?” It’s not really a question—more of a sure statement—because, after all, you know Will like the back of your hand.

His head shakes, and both of his hands now run down your body. Will takes his sweet time exploring every inch of you—your hips, thighs, your stomach, and neck.

“I haven’t,” he whispers, almost embarrassed. As if his body belongs to someone else, and giving it to you now is a betrayal of that person.

Betrayal of you—the one he once knew—because he’s not entirely sure you’re still the same person. You were always so cheerful and full of life before—anything you touched, growing wings, flying out of the confines of its cage.

He yearns for this contact, craves a woman’s body—craves your body. He touches your skin, lightly running his fingertips over it, trying to bring back the memories from before. Will’s mind spins, trying to place the puzzle of you in the present.

He holds your face, trying to remember the way your eyes shined, the smile on your lips, the way your hair used to look. The feeling of your body, skin to skin, is almost painful. Your lips are so close, your heart beating so fast…

Winston jumps onto the bed, the weight and heat of his furry body on your calves makes you both pull away hesitantly.

“Sorry,” you mumble out the apology into the stillness of the air.

Will looks at you with a soft smile and a faint blush on his cheeks. “It’s fine.” He glances over at the dog. “What’s the matter, little fella? Can’t sleep?” He reaches over to pet the dog, then he turns his attention back to you.

The atmosphere changes completely, filled with the sounds of the night and Winston’s heavy breathing. Yet, although your physical proximity to Will has changed, you still feel connected to him in a way that only two people who are truly close can. The warmth of Winston’s body seems to melt the tension.

The dog snuggles up against you both, the three of you creating your own little world of peace. Will is the first to speak, “I’d rather be in bed with you only,” he sends you a smirk, “but I would still get the same amount of hair on my clothes.”

You feel your lips part in a grin; your breath catches in your throat, and it takes a moment before you’re able to answer his playful jab.

Will catches you in this moment of surprise as if he can smell your anticipation in the air. His hands wrap around your waist, dragging you closer until your bodies are pressed snugly once more.

When he smiles at you, it’s as if the world stops briefly. Your eyes lock, and for a second, there is nothing else but the two of you.

“It’s a sad thing your smile is so rare,” you whisper, your fingers tracing his stubbled jaw.

Will's heart pounds in his chest. He takes your hand in his, running his fingers along your skin. There's always been an undeniable spark between you, but this time, it feels different, more intense. Like if you let yourself go and let the spark ignite, the fire will burst out of your chest.

Will leans closer to you; your noses are almost touching. His brown eyes are so close you can see every detail in them despite the darkness of the room. You can feel the tension in the air, and you know what would break it...

“Will, I... I can’t—” You stumble over your words, gaze parting from his.

Your stutter is cut short by Will’s lips touching yours. A soft sound escapes him as if he’s been waiting for you to stop speaking so he can taste you. His tongue slips over your lips, exploring your mouth.

This is not the clumsy, almost animalistic lust he had for you in the past—it’s something different. Something tender, almost sweet.

Your hands fall limply onto the duvet, your heart beating faster, your breath catching in your throat as you sink deeper into the kiss. You don’t want this to end… So you pull him closer.

Seemingly annoyed by the nonstop movement, Winston jumps off the bed and retreats to his place by the lit-up fireplace. You almost giggle at that, but you’re far too busy with kissing Will’s lips raw.

Your hands find their way onto his neck next, your fingers running through his curls. With lips almost glued to his, you pull him back every time he tries to move.

The sound of your heavy breathing is enough to make his heart pound in his chest as if his very blood is racing. He’s holding you so tightly you fear you might break. Will breathes in the smell of you, almost intoxicated by it. Your scent enriches him—sends his emotions into a whirlwind.

After a moment, he manages to pull away, gasping for breath. He is still holding you, hands pressed against your back, as if not wanting to let go. Will tries to catch his breath—it feels like his entire life is contained in those few moments.

His eyes find yours, looking for some reassurance, as if he expects to wake up from a dream any moment now. He opens his mouth to say words but can’t find any. All he can do is look at you, so beautiful in the darkness. Will closes his eyes as if trying to cling to this moment.

“I’m glad I’m back. Despite the circumstances...” Your fingers play with his curls, your breath just as shaky as his.

“You’re back...” Will murmurs, looking at you relieved, touching your face as if to make sure you’re still here. He wants to speak, to tell you everything that is going through his mind, but when he opens his mouth again, no words come out. He tries to collect himself—tries to bring his heart to your level.

“It’s been a long time... We should probably talk. You know, just to catch up.”

“You like talking now?” Your grin is electrifying, it sends heat down the man’s body. But when he notices it doesn’t reach your eyes, his neediness crumbles.

A veil of insecurity falls over his face. “No… I don’t like talking. But I still do it if I have to, so can we just…” Will gestures to the two of you, the room—just a sign of exasperation and need to do this now. He swallows hard, trying to find his voice. “It’s just... it’s been a long time. And I... you know... there is just a lot that happened.”

“Will,” the way you say his name halts him, “it’s okay if you want to talk.”

He blinks slowly, suddenly confused—why did he even try to lie about it? Hannibal gave him his voice and showed him the power of his words—the good one and the evil one.

Will lets out a deep breath and then closes his eyes. It’s always been hard for him to tell people how he feels. Especially when he wants to say more than any amount of words can describe—and there is a lot to describe. There is so much he has to tell you, and yet when he tries to form the words—to get them out—his mind goes blank.

He opens his eyes and looks at you for help, but you look just as confused as before. “I don’t even know where to begin,” he says softly. “So much has changed.”

“You haven’t. Not as much as you think you did.”

He sees the impossibly black creature in his peripheral vision. It stands behind you, completely still, and its antlers seem much more massive than ever before when he catches their shadow falling onto you. He wants it to be gone so badly, but deep inside, he knows it’ll never vanish if Hannibal is still alive, and maybe even after his death, he’ll never get his peace back.

“Your opinion will change quicker than you realize.”

The creature’s still there, Will looks it straight into its void of color eyes. It’s just in his mind, yet the shiver that runs down your spine tells him you might feel its presence, too. He hates that he can’t tell if it’s his imagination or not or if you can indeed see it, too. A feeling of dread seizes him, a cold sensation that runs up his arms and into his bones.

“Hannibal...” he whispers, but when he looks around the room, he sees no sign of the creature. The sense of dread lingers, nevertheless.

“The Chesapeake Ripper?” you question, and he tells you all about it. All about Hannibal’s mind games—what he did to him and then what he undid.

Will tells you about the therapy sessions, his transformation, and the darkness that took hold of him. He talks about his memories of your sister, about his guilt, and then he moves on to you—your absence and the reason why you left. The void he felt for all those dark years without you—until he was given the chance to have you back, a light guiding him back into reality. And you listen carefully to all of it; you let him speak his heart out until he no longer feels the need to speak.

When he is done telling you everything, Will falls silent. It feels like he laid bare his soul, exposing his most intimate thoughts, yet you still lie in front of him, unchanged. He looks at you, almost expecting you to leave. After all, how much can a person handle? But your gaze is still strong; you still care about him at least a little…

It’s almost as if you’re reading his mind. “I still care about you, Will. My feelings never changed and they never will. I’ll do anything I can to help you get him.”

His eyes soften at your words, and he closes the distance between you two. Slowly he kisses your lips, tasting your breath, feeling his mouth move against yours. The sensation is so intense that it almost sends sparks through Will’s body.

“I’ve missed this,” he whispers into your ear before he turns your head and kisses you again. His hands rest on your back, pulling you in even closer as his tongue dances against yours. “And I’ve missed you. So goddamn much...”

Will pulls away, breathless, as if his entire body is aflame. He looks at you, studying your face so intently it’s almost as if he wants to burn your image into his brain. “So much,” he repeats softly.

He rests his head against yours, breathing in the sound of your heartbeat, listening to the rise and fall of your chest. “You’re here. You’re really here.” He exhales a sigh of relief as if your presence is the sweetest gift he could have ever wished for.

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ryuzakemo128 · 9 months

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Fantasy AU

Marianna is a royal family member who has to choose someone to marry. they already have two certain people in mind.

As Marianna wrestles with her feelings, a magical event takes place in the kingdom—an ancient celestial event known as the "Moon's Embrace." It occurs once every century when the full moon shines its brightest, and its magical light illuminates the path of those who are meant to be together. During this enchanted night, Marianna seeks solace in the kingdom's gardens, where she can feel closer to the moon's divine power.

Hannibal is a king along with Will, Marianna is a princess from a neighboring kingdom. The two kingdoms have had a long history of tension and conflict, but as a way to secure peace and forge an alliance, Marianna's father proposes a marriage between her and one of the two kings. Which then causes an issue when both kings fall for her at the same time.

Dialogue

"Yes, I have been flirting with you both for the past two years. thank you for noticing."

"It doesn't always have to be you, you know? Your shoulders aren't the only ones that can bear the weight of the world."

"Walk with me?"

"I feel safe with you."

"It's just a scratch, don't worry."

"Here, take this. You'll catch a cold."

"You're not dating anyone, are you?"

"He knows more than what he's telling us. Much more."

"I wish you'd take better care of yourself."

"You're about as intimidating as a butterfly."

"You look better in my clothes than I do."

"Be patient with him. He's trying."

"Why were they coming after you?"

"Stop trying to figure everything out. Just focus on now."

"You must be new around here."

"What if I never see you again?"

"You don't know when to give up, do you?"

"You could've just used the door."

"I don't know. Shut up. I'm not blushing."

"I guess it runs in the family, huh?"

Fluff

Power outage during a snowstorm so Marianna, Hannibal and Will must cuddle for warmth.

Either Marianna, Hannibal or Will wake up cold and forcing their partners to join them in their bed for warmth.

It’s Wills birthday, and his partners all pooled together money to get one really big present.

Marianna, Hannibal and Will trying to find and wear matching clothes (for a dance, Halloween, etc.).

Marianna, Hannibal and Will sharing a bed for the first time and trying to figure out who should sleep where.

Marianna, Hannibal and Will celebrating their first Christmas together.

Marianna, Hannibal and Will going clothes shopping together and everyone lets all their partners pick out at least one article of clothing for them to wear.

Marianna, Hannibal and Will being extremely busy people with different schedules, so every time their free time manages to line up, they plan a million things they want to do to make the most of it.

Marianna, Hannibal and Will living together for the first time and learning all of each other's weird habits and stuff.

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rottngdeer · 4 months

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Bloodsuckers — 5

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Vampire!Female!Reader x Will Graham

Part 5/?

Part 4

Contents/Warnings || Not proofread. Hannibal being Hannibal, blood consumption, implied murder, SMUT !!, fingering, p in v.

Authors Note || hi, so sorry for the delay in chapters. my mental health has been trash and junior year of college is beating my ass :’) but i’m rewatching hannibal again and finally got enough inspiration to start writing again wooo.

AO3 || here

“So Jack hired you and doesn’t even believe in what your saying?”

“To put it bluntly, yes. What’s your excuse?” Will asks.

“Me and Hannibal have.. an arrangement. One that I can’t get out of.”

A silence came between you and Will. He had shown up to your house out of the blue, pushing you further about your relationship with Hannibal. It seemed like Will only knew Hannibal’s secret, but not yours, and not what you and Hannibal’s relationship really was.

“Look, Will, I can’t help you with this.”

“Does he have something on you?”

“No.”

Another silence. You lied, obviously, but you could tell that Will didn’t believe you.

“What is it?”

“Will-“

“What is it?? We can help each other.”

“No, we can’t. Whatever you think it is, it’s not that, trust me.”

“Why can’t you trust me?” Will asked straightforwardly.

“It’s complicated. I trust you, but I really, really can’t talk about this.” You put your hands on both of his shoulders, gently squeezing them, “I can take care of myself. And I can take care of Hannibal.”

“Take care of him, hm?”

“No like that,” your arms fell back to your sides. “I can take care of my situation with him.”

You were annoyed. Annoyed that Will wouldn’t stop pushing you about Hannibal, annoyed that Hannibal had power over you, annoyed that you hadn’t consumed any blood in a few days. Your eyes kept landing on Wills neck, but your thoughts kept wandering to Hannibal.

“You should go,” You told Will, rubbing your temples, “I don’t want to talk about this again.” Will looks annoyed, but he doesn’t fight you. He leaves without another word, and you stand alone in your living room for a few minutes but pulling your phone out of your pocket, hesitantly calling Hannibal.

He picks up quickly, “Y/N.”

“Do you.. have anything for me?” You ask, staying vague on the phone.

“20 minutes.”

“Thank you,” you mumble. hanging up. You pace the room while you wait, hungry and tired.

Hannibal was punctual as usual, ringing your doorbell at exactly 20 minutes. “Hello,” He says when you open the door. You pull him inside, locking the door behind him as he says, “I’ve only brought myself for you.”

“That’s fine,” You watch him take off his blazer and roll up his sleeve. There’s faint marks on his arm from the last time you fed off him, only serving as a reminder for how good he tasted. He sits down on your couch and waits for you to join him, holding his arm out comfortably for you. You sit close beside him and lean down, running your tongue along the vein on his arm before sinking your fangs into him. As you feed, you feel his eyes glued to you. You both knew that he got something out of watching you feed; a fascination or morbid curiosity about your species and how you work. You eventually pull away, licking the droplets of blood that spill out of the puncture wounds.

He wiped a line of blood off of your chin with his thumb, keeping eye contact as he sucks it off of his finger. You eventually break the silence by saying, “I’ve never met a human like you before. I mean that as both of a compliment and an insult.”

Hannibal doesn’t reply to that, roughly grabbing your chin and commanding, “Open.”

You slowly open your mouth and watch as Hannibal eyes your fangs curiously. You close your mouth after a minute and are suddenly met with Hannibal’s lips hitting yours. An almost violent make-out ensues, with both of you fighting for dominance over each other for a few minutes. You eventually bite his tongue, not too hard but enough to draw blood. He breaks the kiss, tasting his own blood in his mouth. He gives you no time to react as he roughly grabs your hips and spins you, shoving you onto your stomach on the couch. You feel the weight shift as Hannibal moves from sitting normally to standing on his knees. He grabs your hips again, pulling them up so your ass was in the air.

“That was very rude of you,” He says, his hands reaching around your waist and unzipping your jeans, swiftly pulling them down and off. He pushes your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off. You look over your shoulder at him as he licks two of his fingers before pushing them inside of you. You let out a low moan and buried your face into the couch cushion. He wasn’t gentle with you, shoving his fingers in and out of you quickly, stretching you out to prepare you for him.

Your hips instinctively pushed back against him, craving more as he continued, only to feel his fingers pull out of you. You hear his belt clink and his pants unzip before he grabs your hips again, holding them still before pushing himself inside you. You hiss and grab the couch cushion, the pain and pleasure of it overwhelming you.

Hannibal gave you a minute to adjust before pulling out almost fully and slamming back in. “Fuck!” You cursed, clenching around him, only encouraging him to start a rough pace, pushing in and out of you hard and fast.

He keeps his pace steady, his hands holding your hips in place as you attempted to squirm. It didn’t take long for you to feel the fire in your stomach grow hotter as your orgasm approached. Your moans began to get louder at each thrust, your nails digging into the couch cushion. You felt Hannibal’s weight press against your ass as he leaned forward, one of his hands leaving your hip to reach around and rub small circles on your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut as you began to shake, your moans going up in pitch before you came, crying out his name.

Hannibal kept his pace up for another minute before his hips stuttered and you heard him groan before spilling inside of you. He stays inside of you for a moment before pulling out, pushing your panties back into place. You slowly sat up, finally looking at him as he zips his pants back up and tucking in his button up.

The two of you sit next to each other for a minute before he says, “I��ll run you a bath.” He stands, looking down at you and holding out his hand. You hesitantly take it, following him into the bathroom, wondering just how much more complicated this would be now that you’ve done this with him.

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madisonwritesstuff · 8 months

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Hi!!! This is my first time ever requesting here on tumblr lol and I managed to stumble across your fic about Hannibal and Muslim reader! It was nice to read a fic about it since there’s so little fics with Muslim readers 😭😭 anyway, I was wondering if you could write another one with Muslim reader, but this time she DOES wear the hijab and how Hannibal and maybe Will might react to her being a doctor and agent while being maybe 28 or so. (You don’t have to separate it into two, maybe jsut one about them being friends (like a trio) and if they’d be curious about her religion and what not)

Thank you so much and hope your having an amazing week 🤧🤧

★ ; she deserves it. -------------------

Hannibal Lecter x Fem! Reader x Will Graham.

I hope this is an accurate representation of muslims! lmk if smth is off and have fun reading :3

Tags ; Fluff, besties with will n hanni, trio goals, islamophobia tw, platonically protective hannibal n will :3, subtle hints at hannibal being the chesapeake ripper, yandere-ish will and hanni, but mostly it's supposed to be platonic 💀.

You fixed your hijab and made sure your hair was neatly tucked underneath, before exiting the women's bathroom and making your way to your patients ward.

He had called you there earlier with a few other people to interrogate one of the rippers victims, and one of your patients. Somehow she had survived, while on the brink of death you were able to resuscitate her.

You walked into the ward, it was a private ward specialised for Jessie herself, which was your patients name.

Will and Hannibal seemed to turn around at the same time at the sound of the door opening, you gave them both a faint smile as you walked up to them both. “How is she?”

“Unconscious.” Hannibal spoke up. “But didn't one of the nurses say she woke up from her coma over a week ago?” Will spoke up, looking between Hannibal and you.

“Yeah no, she did wake up. She's probably just asleep. Which is also weird since that's not up to her sleep schedule. I've been documenting.” You mentioned, right then she started stirring awake.

“Speak of the devil.” Hannibal mumbled as you three watched her open her eyes and blink a few times before sitting up and staring at you three. “Who...?” She spoke up. “Jessie Freeman, right? I'm Y/N L/N, your assigned doctor. This is Will Graham, an FBI agent. And Hannibal Lecter.” I spoke up, motioning to them. Will gave a little wave while Hannibal nodded his head in acknowledgement.

“You're... My assigned doctor?” She spoke up scanning you up and down. “Yes, I assure you I'm the most skilled doctor in the facility.“ You smiled, trying to ease her worries. “No I'm not worried about that it's just... You're...” She trailed off, staring at you.

You were confused as to what she was talking about, but Will caught on, looking over at Hannibal who gave him a look which said „Did she really just say that?„ And Will shrugged back, raising an eyebrow as he stared at Jessie.

“I'm what? I'm sorry if you could clarify it would be a great help.” You smiled politely, trying to be as kind and understanding as possible. “You're a Muslim, aren't you? Look, I don't mean to be rude but I'm really uncomfortable around your kind of people and would just appreciate it if you could assign me a new doctor?”

You stared at her in shock and Hannibal almost regretted not finishing her off earlier. But he'd have more of a reason to now.

You were silent for a second. “Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow. “You heard me clearly Dr. L/N. I don't like that thing you wear on your head either, it makes you look stupid.” You stared at her with wide eyes, not expecting her to insult you that far. “If you want to be a true woman at least take that stupid towel off your head.”

You walked up to her in fury. “Listen to me, you have no right to speak to me like that. If I wanted to I literally could cut off your life support. You're an incompetent being that has no brain and thoughts other than to insult people who have done NOTHING to you!” You yelled at her in anger, she was surprised to see you arguing back. “Well- I-i Fuck you! You're a terrorist! You're arguing like one too! How dare you threaten to kill me! You murderer!” She screamed and lunged at you, ripping your hijab off.

“Alright, that's enough.” Will spoke up before punching her square in the face, hard enough to knock her out. You were too horrified by the fact this woman just took your hijab off infront of two men to even think about yelling at Will about what he just did. You felt tears swell up as you hurriedly grabbed the scarf from the ground and covered your head, sniffling. Hannibal and Will immediately noticed and turned around, simultaneously.

After you were done you let out a sob. “I... I can't believe she did that.” You whispered, which prompted Hannibal to walk over to you and hug you, letting you sob into his shoulder as he pat your back in a soothing motion. “It's alright. It wasn't your fault. Some people are just born to be... Rude. Rude people get dealt with sooner or later.” He spoke as he stared at the blood seeping from Jessie's nose.

“Hey, if it makes you feel any better I promise I didn't see anything, but I wasn't expecting that either.” Will spoke up tried to comfort you while you sniffled. “Sniff, thanks for um, turning around when I was fixing my hijab. I'm- I'm sorry about crying I just-”

“Hey hey hey, there's no need to apologize, if anyone has to apologize it should be her, not you. Alright? None of this was your fault, you can't blame yourself for crying.” Will retorted, and now it was his turn to hug you.

“I think you should go home now.” Hannibal spoke up from behind. “Will, take her home, I need to stay behind.” He spoke as he glanced at Jessie's unconscious body.

“Alright, you alright now Y/N?” Will asked with a worried expression. “Yeah I'm- I'm alright now, I just wanna go home.” You spoke up with a faint smile. Will escorted you outside the ward.

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“-Jessie Freeman, found dead in her hospital bed. Investigators say she was cut open while still conscious and burned to death whie still being conscious.”

You stared at the news on the TV in shock, you couldn't save a ripper victim after all. But was it such a bad thing? She deserved it.

No, what are you even thinking about? She was still a living being. Going through that was worse than what you went. Was it? It doesn't matter.

What matters is that she's gone, whether she leaves alive or dead.

But are you happy with that outcome?

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theredofoctober · 10 months

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HANNIBAL FICS MASTERPOST

MANNA- dark!fic, tw noncon, eating disorders

Hannibal Lecter x Cis Female Reader x Will Graham

Synopsis: reader is forced into treatment by Hannibal Lecter with the reluctant assistance of Will Graham; in time it descends into something more...

Starting to upload on ao3: MANNA

NOTE: I'll be incorporating the drabbles into the main fic soon (they are not all chronological atm, more like snapshots of a timeline. In a few weeks I'll be continuing from what comes after the escape incident).

Chapters in chronological order beneath the cut, click ''keep reading":

Chapter One: Paprika

Chapter Two: Supper

Chapter Three: Toast

Chapter Four: Feast

Chapter Five: Oats

Chapter Six: Salt

Chapter Seven: Lamb

Chapter Eight: Veal

Chapter Nine: Fowl

Chapter Ten: Rabbit

Chapter Eleven: Buffet

Chapter Twelve: Fruit

Drabbles to be incorporated into main fic soon:

Chapter Thirteen: Tea

Chapter Fourteen: Tripe

Part One Now adapted into Chap. 11

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six Now adapted in Chap. 12

Extra Content (these and all drabbles are only considered loose canon in the Manna universe until I put them into the main fic)

Little One's Diary— Funeral Cap

Little One's Diary— Hyphae

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hannigrahambimbo · 2 years

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" Won't you have me for dinner? "

Hannibal x fem!reader CW: NSFW 18+, consumption of alcohol, smut (male/female), light BDSM, sexual praise, soft choking, descriptions of food and eating, word count: (4,808)

Summary: { Eager to find out what goes on at Hannibal's infamous dinners, you finally receive an invite from the man himself ! To your surprise, Pork Chop Au Poivre isn't the only thing that's on the menu tonight }

Almost everyone at the bureau had been treated to a dinner at Hannibal's house. Almost everyone, because you still had yet to be invited... Any time Jack or Will brought it up at work, you felt a pit in your stomach. You seethed with jealousy pumping through your blood. Maybe Dr. Lecter just doesn't find you interesting enough to keep as company over dinner. This thought stung, as you would often spend afternoons daydreaming about what the inside of Dr. Lecter's house looked like. You worried you may never get the chance to view the walls that have the honor of watching his every move. What does he look like cooking? Does he ever take off that three piece suit? What's his favorite dish to indulge in? You could spend hours thinking of anything to do with the man. You of course would never admit to it, as your intense admiration could easily be viewed as "obsessive" to others. Not a great look for you at your place of work. With the rumors you've heard floating around lately, you might think he's just saving you for dessert. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing...

One evening at work, you see Hannibal walking alongside Will. With his jacket folded and hung over his right arm, Lecter speaks softly to Will but he doesn't seem to be very interested in whatever he's saying, you're too far away to make out any words. Clenching your fist you begin to approach the two men, the sound of your heels clicking closer alerts them, "Hey! Dr. Lecter I wa-", "Ah," He interrupts your speech and politely smiles toward you as you get within an arms reach, his expression makes you loosen your grip, "Hello, I was just asking Will if he knew where you might be, but it appears that you've found us." He looks at Will, "A moment. Please?" Graham raises his eyebrow at Lecter for a moment, only to quickly drop it as his eyes dart between the two of you, "Hm? Oh, yeah of course, I guess we'll catch up later Dr." You and Hannibal watch him as he briskly walks away, you lock eyes once Will is out of view.

The way Hannibal takes control of social interactions like this intimidates you, but you can't help but find the adrenaline a bit arousing. "I wanted to invite you over for dinner at my home. That is, if you're not busy tonight?" Your cheeks flush with red after hearing these words from his mouth, your body frozen in shock. Hannibal gazes down from your eyes to explore your lips, but only for a moment. He softly places his knuckle under your chin to gently raise it and gaze into your eyes again, "You're not busy are you?" his words pull you out of your trance like state. Swallowing hard as he removes his flesh from yours, "N-no, I'm free tonight, I'd love to have dinner with you Dr. Lecter. I've heard nothing but good things about the meals you've cooked for everyone at the bureau." Your excitement shows itself with a smile as you talk. He caresses your shoulder, His cold skin almost makes you jump, it feels like an ice cube dancing on a hot skillet. "Alright, Dinner is at 7:00-," He takes his hand off your scorching skin to raise a finger, playfully squinting, "-don't be late." This gesture makes you grin wider and let out a sharp exhale from your nose, composing yourself you let him know you, "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Later that evening, at home you're trying to figure out what to wear. You've got all your best dressings sprawled out on the foot of your bed, cycling through them in your hands as you look at yourself in your full body mirror. Sultry or professional? no, no that would be too obvious. Ugh I hate this color on my skin-tone, why do I even still have this dress?? By the time you reach a decision half of your closet has been thrown around your bedroom. You ended up choosing a red wrap skirt with a tucked in silk black button up, printed on the shirt is a delicate red floral motif. To complete the look, you slip into your favorite velvet black kitten heels. Looking in the mirror you worry Dr. Lecter will notice the worn heel strap from their repeated use but decide to wear them anyway. Reaching for a dark wool overcoat, you glance over to your nightstand. FUCK! Your alarm clock reads " 6:30 " In a panic not to be late, you rush to the bathroom to hastily apply some mascara and dark eyeshadow, along with a little concealer. Nothing too serious for tonight, right? Before leaving the room, you generously apply your favorite fragrance "Ombre Leather" by Tom Ford. Palming your favorite lipstick as you exit, you rush out the door and put it on in between red lights while driving.

Upon arriving, you frantically look in the rear-view mirror of your car scanning your face for any imperfections. After taking a few quick deep breaths you decide it's now or never. The clock in your vehicle reads " 6:59 " shit.. shit,, SHIT ! Jumping out of the car like its on fire, you make your way on a stone path toward the front door of the handsome house. The exterior is made from cream bricks and it stands like a towering ghost amongst the carefully manicured shrubbery surrounding it. There is light emanating from the windows with a soft glow that feels warm and welcoming through the closed curtains. Now, just feet from the door you tread carefully up three shallow steps just before the entrance.

Sconces hang on either side of the door. Scanning the perimeter of the door for a doorbell you realize there isn't one. Instead, there is a door knocker cast in iron in the shape of a stags head. Before reaching for it, your thoughts race. Just be calm... be cool... remember he invited you here tonight... he wanted you here tonight. In between thoughts you grab the knocker and thump it three times on the solid door. but why? why did he invite ME? More importantly, why did he wait so long? Oh god I hope I don't look nervous,, did I even lock my ca- Your thought is interrupted by the door swinging inward to reveal the man himself, "Ah, you made it ! just in time too. 7:00 exactly, good timing." He's wearing a white linen dress shirt with thin pale blue pinstripes trailing down it, his sleeves rolled up just before his elbows. He looks like he's been working hard in the kitchen, as his skin is damp. Tied around his waist and over his slacks is a white apron with a small red stain on it, no larger than an apricot. Catching you scanning his body, he looks down at the stain, his hair brushes past his cheekbones and a few strands hang in front of him now while he speaks, "Pardon me, I must have spilt that on myself while preparing the sauce for this evening." Untying the soiled apron, he glances up to you before throwing it over his shoulder. "Come in, dinner is waiting."

He opens the door wider now to allow you in. As you cross the threshold you look around the foyer to hear faint music playing throughout the home, 2 Arabesques by Claude Debussy to be exact. The air has a delicious smell to it. "Thank you for having me Dr. It truly is an honor." As the door shuts behind your bodies, he approaches you to rest his hands on your shoulders, the gesture surprises you, "May I?" "Oh, yes, thank you." Lecter tenderly removes your overcoat as if you're made of porcelain. Your eyes continue exploring the foyer. The walls are adorned with beautifully framed paintings that are accompanied by a small but impressive assortment of mounted birds. Looking to your feet you see an intricate mosaic depicting native flora and fauna sprawling across the ground, your heels clicking on it as you step further into the home, "You have some exquisite taste in décor Dr." He laughs and takes in a deep breath while hanging up your coat on the nearest coat rack, "Yes, I guess you could say that. I suppose I choose to indulge in my aesthetics more than most." He pauses to look at you, "And please, we're not at work, you can call me Hannibal. No need for formalities here." Now slightly embarrassed, you hold onto your left wrist and allow your eyes to wander through the tiles at your feet before engaging in eye contact again with Dr. Le- I mean, Hannibal.

First he invites me to dinner, now he wants to be on a first name basis with me? what is going on? I don't mean to complain but? wow. "Don't go quiet on me now. Come on, let me show you to the kitchen, I'll let you choose the wine for this evening." He takes a moment and waits for you to release the grip you had on yourself, "After all, you are my guest of honor tonight." Weather it was intentional or not, he winks on the word 'tonight'. You find it charming and proceed to follow him through the short hallway, past the dining room and into the kitchen, the two of you walking side by side. You're almost giddy by this fact, and steal a few glances at Hannibal while you walk together. Entering the kitchen filled with some of the best stainless steel appliances money can buy, Hannibal points you toward the walk in wine closet. "All of my wines are stored in here, I've gathered quite the collection over the years." The closet is packed with the finest chardonnay, champagne, red and white wines, really any wine you could ever think or dream of. "I'm going to go clean up quickly while you make your selection, then we can sit down and eat." Although his speech is calm, you've never seen him this excited before and aren't sure weather to feel flattered or frightened. "Alright, don't take too long, I'm eager to eat what you've prepared."

A few moments pass while you browse the selection presented to you. Scanning each bottle you're overwhelmed by choice, No the champagne is too celebratory... hm.. I'm not really a fan of white wine.. Rosé? am I having dinner with my grandmother?? mmm he'll be back any minute now comE ON THINK.. AH okay this one looks good! As you get on the tips of your toes to reach for a red wine, you hear Hannibal walking back into the kitchen. "Have you made your choice?" Rocking back onto your heels with the bottle in your hand, you look over your shoulder, "Yep! This one sounds great!" Hannibal has changed into a silky Black button-up, almost as if to mirror what you've worn this evening. The top two buttons are undone to reveal the slightest bit of skin and his sleeves are again rolled to expose his forearms. Walking over to him now you stretch your arm out, offering the bottle. The closer you get, the more you breathe in the intoxicating cologne he's generously applied. "Let me see..." As he grabs the bottle to inspect its label, you admire his manicured hands. "Mm, A Spanish red Grenache wine, delightful choice! One of my favorites actually. Seems that you may have superb taste as well. Come, lets go to the dining room. I've already set the table." Satisfied with yourself for making a choice he enjoys, you join Hannibal in making your way to your seats.

Hannibal has already set the table and begins to uncork the wine as you pull out your chair. You watch intently as he drives the screw into the supple cork, the muscles in his arm flexing as he twists and pulls it out from the neck of the bottle. The pop of the seal breaking is satisfying and as you sit Hannibal looks to you, bottle in hand and a twinkle in his eye, "Voilà!" Pouring the wine into your glass, he hovers over you and inhales, "By the way, the fragrance you have on tonight is incredible. Tom Ford is it?" Shifting over to pour his own glass now you answer him, "Oh? thank you, yes, it's Ombre Leather. Glad you enjoy it, I save it for special occasions, it's my favorite." He grins and takes his seat at the head of the table, with you seated to the right of him. This feels intimate. "Speaking of special occasions, what do I have the pleasure of eating tonight with you?" You expose your neck while asking him this. His face lights up as he speaks, "Well, we're having Pork Chop Au Poivre with an English Cumberland sauce. I've also prepared a Gorgonzola-Pear Mesculn salad on the off chance you may be partial to meat." You smirk as you allow yourself to trace his handsome features, "Very thoughtful of you Hannibal. Luckily for the both of us, I don't have any aversions when it comes to food." "Good then, well.. shall we?"

Hannibal stands up to grab the silver gravy boat holding the Cumberland sauce and pours it over the cut of meat on his plate, before glancing at you to suggest you may want some as well, "Yes, please." He nods before before streaming it over your plate. The rich red sauce cascades over the pork and smells heavenly with an aroma of red currant and citrus. You thank him as he finishes pouring it and watch him as he sits down. You hold each others gaze for a moment, before picking up your silverware to begin to indulge in the wonderful meal presented in front of you. Cautiously, you sink your teeth into your first bite. The flavors dancing on your tongue are more or less euphoric, you'd never had anything quite this good. The meat is incredibly tender and succulent, some pieces nearly melt in your mouth and the sauce perfectly balances the savory with a sweet note. Looking over to Hannibal occasionally, he appears to be having the time of his life. He savors every bite like it's his last. "Wow, I don't think I've ever had a meal this flavorful before." "Thank you... I have a local butcher who allows me to pick the finest and freshest cuts of meat. I believe it's crucial to know where your meat is sourced from."

Making small talk in between bites and sips, this afternoon comes up. "So-", he pauses for a second with his fork in hand, "-Flattery aside, I'm curious to know what you wanted to so urgently talk to me about this evening. You seemed upset while approaching Will and I. I hope I haven't been rude in any way toward you." You take a gulp of wine before responding, "Oh-" Holding back a laugh, "-Well you see, it's funny now actually. I was going to ask you why you hadn't invited me to dinner yet." Hannibal, snickers at this comment as he looks into your eyes before taking a swig from his glass. Continuing your thought, "You know, for a while I began to think to myself, maybe you just didn't find me all that interesting or fit enough to have over for dinner. Silly now seeing where we are tonight." You now feel Hannibal's free hand reaching for your thigh from under the table as he begins to speak, "Trust me, I find you interesting. To be honest I thought you stayed distant from me in distaste, that's why I waited so long to invite you. I thought you hated me!" He laughs gently now while caressing your thigh, "Will was trying to tell me otherwise but I didn't believe him. I Guess I should have."

Feeling vaguely buzzed after two generous glasses of wine, the room around you is becoming fuzzy and you feel warm from his touch. This newfound feeling makes you want to open up a little more than if you had been sober, "You know Hannibal," You pause to take a shallow breath, "To tell you the truth. I've always sort of had this thing for you. I think it's because you're something like an elusive creature. I've always been too afraid to approach you in case curiosity kills the cat, so to speak." Your face flushes realizing what you've just confessed. "Elusive creature, huh? Isn't that funny?" He squeezes you in his hand, making you let out an airy gasp, "We often crave to know what lurks in the shadows, out of curiosity of what we may find." His voice seems to echo in your head for a moment and his presence swallows the room, almost as if the room has turned into a black hole holding nothing but you and him in it. Hannibal places down his fork now, "Tell me..." His voice is soft and low as he begins to lean closer to you. "Do you know the rest of that phrase? 'curiosity killed the cat' ?" Hannibal's hand inches further up your thigh now, under your skirt. Licking your lips before answering, you tell him, "I'm afraid I don't. care to educate me?"

"Well, curiosity may have killed the cat, however, satisfaction is what brought it back." Before proceeding, he scans your face. His eyes trail up and down from your pupils to your lips, now red with excitement. "Did you agree to come to dinner at my home tonight in the hopes that I would satisfy you in some way?" Squeezing you again in his palm on the word 'satisfy'. Taking a moment to process what he's just implied to you, you timidly speak, "I uhm, I suppose I may have thought about you in that way...I'm sorry if I've offended you in any way Hannibal, I don't mean to." Releasing his grip on you, he sits back in his chair and takes one last bite of his food, then raises the cloth napkin that rested on his lap onto the table. Carefully, he folds the napkin into a long rectangular strip in silence before looking to you, asking, "Would you care for desert?" Secretly, you hope that you know what he means by this. You're hesitant to answer him and let a moment pass before replying, "What do you have in mind?" He scrunches his nose before smiling, "...You." Standing up with napkin in hand, Hannibal takes his position behind you. You swallow hard and place your hands in your lap as he begins to gently drape the cloth over your eyes. Before it touches your skin he asks, "Would you be interested in that?" without a second thought you breathlessly reply, "Yes, please.." With your response he ties the make-shift blind fold around your head, then pulls your chair away from the table, "Stand up for me." Reaching out to hold his hand, you find your footing and face the direction of his voice. "Good girl." He caresses your face and raises your hand to feel his chest. You can feel his heart beating under the muscle. Feeling Hannibal's breath this close to you was exhilarating and the loss of sight had only heightened your senses. Leaning in to your ear he whispers, "Do you trust me?" you nod twice, "mhm." Hovering over your shoulder now, "I need you to tell me." Your mouth agape with anticipation, you mirror his volume, "I trust you, Hannibal." Exhaling, he lets out a low hum and you can hear a grin through his tone. Slowly meeting his lips to your neck, he tastes your skin, making you grip his shirt while drawing in a shaky breath. Before pulling away, he runs his tongue over the blushing skin he's just made contact with. The heat between your legs is growing hotter. Hannibal grunts as he suddenly and swiftly lifts you up, holding you from under your thighs while you straddle his waist. Shocked by the unexpected movement, you instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders, clutching onto him for stability. You can feel the muscles in his arms and back flexing as he holds your weight and begins to walk toward the stairs.

You grin ear to ear while he effortlessly carries you up the staircase. Chests touching now, you can feel each others hearts flutter in tandem while making your way to the bedroom. Hannibal pants as you arrive at his bedroom and lets out a satisfactory, "Ah," before letting you down onto silken sheets. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he unties your blindfold. Once the blindfold leaves your face, you reach out and touch his. He runs his strong hands along the sides of your body while admiring it with his eyes, before lustfully kissing your lips. Melding together, you moan into one another as your hands wander. In a breathy, raspy voice between kisses, Hannibal asks that you undress yourself. Only unlocking your lips to take the occasional breath, you begin to unbutton your blouse, revealing the lace undergarment your wore in the anticipation of this happening tonight. As you undo the last button, Hannibal helps remove the fabric from your torso and throws it across the room. He breaks the passionate kiss to get on his knees and grasp your ankles, "Let me take your skirt off." "Ah, okay." Leaning back with your palms behind you, he takes his time tracing up your legs, covering your body with goosebumps before meeting your waist. The wrap skirt is tied in a pretty little bow that Hannibal smiles at before slowly untying. You giggle at the sight of him unwrapping you like a present. Once the skirt is off he stands up to grab your waist and forcibly pulls you to the edge of the bed, you're still amazed by his strength. Placing your hands on his chest again, you gently trace down his anatomy with your fingers, stopping at his waist band. Looking up to him you taste your bottom lip, "May I?", You ask him and he nods, giving you permission to unbutton his slacks.

He breathes heavily now, watching you undo his trousers, and begins to eagerly unbutton his silk shirt. Hannibal becomes impatient and pulls the shirt off of himself before all of the buttons are undone. Free from the fabric, he lunges at you with force to interlock his lips with yours, making your back bounce on the bed. As you kiss, he maneuvers his knee to tease your core with pressure, making you buck and grind into him. Letting pleasure slip from your lips, "Mhnm,, fuck,," He grabs onto your wrists and pins them down to the bed on either side of you while you whimper. "I need you inside me." Hovering over you he teases, "Only if you ask nicely, dear." The knot in your lower stomach ached, "mm,, pretty please," He praises you again, "Thank you, darling. Good girl." Hannibal releases his grip on your wrists so that he can support his weight on the mattress. He plants slow kisses trailing down your body, from your chest down to your stomach, stopping at your hip. Rising from the bed now, he slips out of his slacks and shoes. You can see the excitement in his brief's before he exposes himself. Standing up in front of him to remove your heels, Hannibal hooks his thumbs under the corners of your lace panties and begins to shimmy them down. Once removed, he inspects the soiled garment and touches the slick you've left behind. "I've wanted to fuck you all night,,, please Hannibal." He has a sinister look in his eye, "Is that so? You must be so desperate for me, by now." The sound of his voice makes the blood in your body flood to your sensitive areas, "Yes,, please, satisfy me."

"Give me your wrists." You hold them together in front of you as he reaches for them. Using your underwear, he ties your wrists together to limit your movement. He kisses your hands as if to thank you for your good behavior. He tugs you in closely by the fabric he's just tied, leaving no space between your warm bodies. You can feel him hard against your body now. Hannibal then raises a hand to your throat. With you in his hand, he lightly squeezes the sides of your neck in his grip. The sensation gives you a rush as you gasp in his hold. As he whispers, he tightens his grip, "Tell me you're mine." Your eyes roll back for a second with pleasure before he loosens his hold, "I'm yours, now please," you pause has he drops his hand and position your head over his shoulder, "fuck me." Hannibal pushes you back onto the bed and snarls before mounting you, his hands worshipping your body. He kneels over you with his legs on either side of your hips. Holding himself in his hands, he pants while massaging himself in front of your entrance. Eager for his touch, you reach for him, only for him to pin your arms to the sheets over your head. Whining now, you arch your back in an attempt to touch his skin. Hannibal begins to position himself for entry and teases your bud by rubbing the head of his cock over it. Releasing your wrists, he places his free hand just under your bra, cupping your breast. Gently now, he uses his other hand to slip himself inside you. Both of you let out a soft moan as he plunges into your warming flesh. Hannibal begins to thrust into you at a slow rhythm, trying his best to control himself, he leans over and kisses your moaning mouth. You feel a drop of sweat fall from his brow onto you as he works at pleasing you. "Harder,, mm, ah please." He Grabs your hips to pull himself in deeper and picks up the pace at your plea. Getting carried away, he bottoms out on one of his strokes, making you let out a pleasurable cry. In between airy breaths he looks into your eyes, "Does this satisfy you?" He bottoms out again to hear your cry, "fffucK,,, yes, mmpf." Thrusting harder, he pumps into you a few times before pulling out and dismounting you and the bed. Standing bedside, he motions for your to join him, "Come here, darling." Sliding off the sheets now, you stand before him, admiring his physique.

Hannibal caresses' your body and un-hooks your bra before turning you around to bend you over the side of the bed. Turning your face to the side, you watch as he approaches you from behind, this time entering your center with force. The coil in your abdomen is growing tighter and tighter as you feel him throbbing inside of you. With your hands tied in front of you, you grip onto the sheets and groan. His thighs smack into yours, enhancing the pleasure. "H-Hannibal I-im,, mm." You can feel yourself about to be pushed over the edge. Hunching over your back, he supports himself with his arms on the mattress on either side of you and slows his rhythm, "Shhhhh shh hold it for me." You groan as he speeds up again, "mmm please?" You can feel him getting closer as you hold back the wave of pleasure he's given you. Hannibal reaches again for your neck with one hand, pulling your head off of the bed. Gently squeezing, his thrusts are stronger and deeper than ever as he begins to slow down. Finally, he speaks again, nearly whimpering, "Mmm, come for me,, ah." With him Lightly choking you, you get a head rush before an enormous wave of pleasure washes over your body. He releases his grip to clutch onto your hips for stability as he approaches his peak. Your knees buckle and shake as he empties himself into you and finishes alongside your climax. The room is filled with a symphony moans as you ride out the euphoric bliss you've given each other. Pulling out of your dripping area, he turns you to face him for one last passionate kiss. "Did you enjoy your desert?" He asks. "More than anything." He smiles before you ask him, "Did you?" He exhales in response, "Absolutely." Looking down, He realizes you're still bound at the wrists and unties you before silently laughing, "I'll be keeping these." You laugh with him, "If it means I can come over for dinner again, they're all yours." He kisses you again, "I'd be delighted. You've been a very generous guest this evening."

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