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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
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
Halloween Celebration
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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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slasher-male-wife · 6 months
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How horror characters spend their Halloween with you
I wrote about this last Halloween and I wanted to make a better version of it with more characters this time. I am such a slut for Halloween and just autumn in general.
Includes: Asa Emory, Michael Myers, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, The Sinclair brothers and Severen
Warnings: Murder and violence mentions, Hannibal being a little mean, blood talk in Severen's part (he's a little weirdo)
Asa Emory
He honestly thinks Halloween is a children's holiday. He never even bothered to get Halloween candy before he met you. If you're really Halloween obsessed he'll consider letting you put up decorations that he approves of. It's not cheap Halloween, Christian girl autumn or classic Halloween, its a secret fourth thing.
I can see him favoring vintage Halloween decorations over the newer ones. But he does like the insect and bug themed things you bring home. He wants the Halloween bug decorations to be casual enough to keep out year round.
He doesn't go to Halloween parties and if you bring him to one he's not dressing up. He'd say he's dressed up as an 'entomologist' or if you know his identity as the collector 'a homicidal maniac'.
He probably doesn't like horror movies because he's one of those people who think all horror movies are bad. But if he happens to see a new way he can torture someone he'll happily sit through a saw movie to see how else he can torment people.
He honestly won't eat any candy but as an 'experiment' he'll see how much you can eat before you get sick. Speaking of candy if you want to get up and answer the door to hand out candy you can do that but he's not joining you. If you're going to be out or you don't want to be disturbed he'll be happy to leave out a bowl.
Michael Myers
He's obviously going to be busy with killing people so for a majority of Halloween you'll be on your own. But he will be watching you the rest of the month as you put up decorations and buy candy.
He'll also be sneaking candy from the bags you buy. It might be smart to buy two bags just for Michael to eat on his own. If he's feeling generous he'll share some with you.
He gets some kind of weird enjoyment in seeing if you dress up and what you dress up as. Enjoyment in a Michael Myers kind of way. He likes more classic costumes and ones that have a good amount of effort put into them. He also thinks that he sexy Halloween costumes are just silly.
I feel like if you let him Michael would enjoy picking out your Halloween costume. Like you give him a pen and paper and he picks out what costume you wear, he would love that. I feel like he'd choose something funny to him, like the sheet ghost.
He'll get home in the early morning of November first and if you're still awake he'll spend time with you after washing up. If you're watching horror movies that's even better for him. He'll sit on the couch and watch them with you. Or if he's feeling affectionate he'll even lay down and have you lay on top of him while you watch.
Hannibal Lecter
He's European and to my knowledge Halloween isn't that big of a thing in Europe. He's familiar with Halloween and stuff but he doesn't really celebrate it. If you're really into Halloween he's happy to listen to you tell him all about it.
He's not really in a neighborhood to give out candy in and he also doesn't eat anything that isn't a 14 course meal so if you want Halloween candy you'll have to get it on your own. Even then he'll probably just silently judge you for it.
He's not much of a decorator for holidays, especially Halloween because of how 'cheap' and 'ugly' the decor is. If you try to put up stuff he doesn't like he'll throw it away or if it gets bad enough, tell you to stop putting things up. It all depends on the decorations though.
I can see him making an excuse to throw a dinner party for Halloween. But without costumes or any Halloween themeing and it's just a dinner party on Halloween. If you're someone who likes to spend Halloween watching Horror movies or going to parties Hannibal is fine with that. He won't join you at the parties and he might try to get you to not go but he's happy to watch Horror movies with you.
I can see him trying to cook stuff with pumpkin in it. But I strongly believe that he wouldn't let anyone carve pumpkins in his house. You've seen his clear suit while he kills people and how clean his house and office always is so I doubt he'd enjoy carving a pumpkin and how messy it can get.
Will Graham
Because of his upbringing he never really got to enjoy a traditional Halloween as a child and I feel like he rarely went to Halloween parties, so he's not a big Halloween kind of guy.
If you're putting up decorations you'll have to keep the dogs in mind. I think Will trains then well and that they're well behaved in general but you can never be too careful. I also think he'd find decorating a little pointless since he lives far away from everyone else.
He doesn't buy candy because there's no trick or treaters to give candy to, also again, his dogs. So you can buy candy for the two of you to share but I feel like you'd end up eating more than him.
Because Will is kind of prone to nightmares he wouldn't be super interested in watching horror movies, or spooky kid movies. But I do think he'd be open to the idea of reading scary stories together.
If Halloween is important to you he'll treat it as kind of important too, because he loves you. I don't see him doing costumes, but I do think he'd be willing to put the dogs in costumes for pictures and stuff like that.
Bo Sinclair
He never really got to enjoy Halloween as a child because he had to take care of Vincent and Lester. I also feel like his parents just didn't really like Halloween in general so they didn't celebrate it. This has led into his adult life where he doesn't celebrate Halloween.
He works like a majority of the time. I feel like he'll wake up at any hour of the night to go deal with victims. So trying to convince him to take off Halloween will take a lot of convincing. But he'll eventually understand and take the night off to spend with you.
I feel like he'd rather give up on the town than wear a costume. He'd be like Asa and just wear his normal clothes and say he's something. Like he'd wear his coveralls and say he's 'a mechanic' for Halloween.
He never bought candy before for Halloween but if you buy candy, he's probably stealing a lot of it, if not the whole bag. There's no trick or treaters so he'll happily watch horror movies with you and eat an entire bag of Halloween candy.
Speaking of horror movies he'll complain about watching horror movies until you throw in something like there's nudity in the movies, then he's more willing to watch the movies with you.
Vincent Sinclair
He thinks Halloween is a good time to incorporate more horror elements into his art as if he doesn't already do that. I can see him enjoying the idea of sketching or painting you in different Halloween costumes. They'll probably come from victims but he doesn't think it's a big deal.
He'd love to carve pumpkins with you but he'd be one of those people who takes it really seriously and probably makes some kind of masterpiece on the pumpkin. He'll probably just bribe Lester to get them for you because Bo would say no.
I don't think he has the biggest sweet tooth so he'll probably not be eating much candy, but that won't stop him from bribing Lester to get you some if you want candy. I can see him decorating the House of Wax for Halloween, complete with wax candy.
He'd be open to watching horror movies with you, but I seem him only really enjoying like art house or psychological horror movies, like ones with commentary or just ones that are really odd in a good way. He'll watch more cheesy and silly horror movies but he won't really like them.
I can see Vincent taking Halloween as an opportunity to kill people in more creative ways. Like the classic poisoning candy. I think he'd get more creative with it too, like using fake cobwebs to strangle someone to death.
Lester Sinclair
I feel like Bo and Vincent let Lester have some kind of Halloween. Their parents tried to keep them from celebrating Halloween but the twins scraped up some kind of pocket money to buy candy they could share with him.
Despite him not celebrating Halloween as a child I feel like Lester likes Halloween in a normal way. He likes Halloween and the aesthetics of Halloween. He has decorations but he doesn't usually put them up, but if you want them up he'll put them up for you.
He'll probably have to work on Halloween because he works almost every day. But he'll make sure to get Halloween night off so he can spend it with you watching Halloween movies and doing fun Halloween activities.
Like Will he'd love to dress Jonesy up in a dog costume and take pictures of her. He wouldn't dress up but if you wear a costume he'd be all over it no matter what you're wearing.
Depending on how long you've been with him he might take you to a haunted house outside of town if you're interested in haunted houses. He'd only do this if you've been with him for a very long time. He'd keep a close eye on you while you're out of the house, but he still wants to make sure you're having a good time.
Severen
He's very into Halloween. Even though he lives in cars and motels he still finds fun ways to celebrate Halloween. I feel like he'd binge blood from people dressed as vampires for Halloween.
He's weirdly into blood. Like he'll get his hands purposely covered in blood just so he can rub the blood all over you because he thinks you look hot when you're covered in blood. So on Halloween he'll get really messy with it. I feel like his costume would just be his normal outfit covered in blood. Also he might make out with you while his mouth is filled with blood.
He totally crashes Halloween parties and drinks himself super sick. I feel like vampires have a high alcohol tolerance but they have worse hang overs. But he thinks it's worth it to drink himself sick at a Halloween party with you.
If Halloween parties aren't your thing he's happy to just sneak into a movie theater and watch some horror movies. He'd especially enjoy if you get scared or squirmy and hold onto him while you watch the movies.
He knows you can't have Halloween without candy so he'll either steal candy from kids (unless you tell him not to) or he'll steal some from a store. He can eat a ton of candy before he gets sick and if you can't eat as much as him he'll tease you about it (but he really does care).
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gh0stsp1d3r · 2 months
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Timothee!Wonka would literally be the sweetest husband EVER
Like imagine his wife is sick or something, he’d be there, petting her hair, spoon feeding her medicine, making her chocolate that he designed to make her symptoms feel better and to help her sleep, he’d be reading to her softly, singing softly in her ear also🤧🤧🤧 Cuddling with her even though she protests it, saying it’ll make him get sick but he doesn’t care, just wants to hold her close😭
I AM ALL FLUSTERED JUST THINKING ABOUT IT
stop this is so canon
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“You okay?” He asked softly. He had just woken up and saw you sniffling, blowing your nose, and coughing. It was the middle of the night.
“I’m fine.” You said, your raspy voice gave it away that you weren’t, however.
He frowned, putting the back of his hand on your forehead.
He got up, wordlessly and walked over to the bathroom. He rummaged through the cabinets, grabbing a thermometer and some cough medicine.
“Sweetie, I’m fine, seriously-“you tried to protest, but he put the thermometer into your mouth, and you didn’t feel like arguing against it.
Once it beeped, he took it out and looked at it.
“You have a fever.” He said, going back into the bathroom, he pulled out some cough medicine and pain relievers, cough drops, and then turned on the faucet, put water into a cup, and returned to the bed.
"Willy, it's not that-" You were cut off by a sneeze, covering your mouth.
"You were saying..." He practically shoved them into your hands, and you sighed, taking all the medicine.
"Thank you."
"And, I have the perfect remedy for this."
Of course he did.
He went into his workshop briefly, then entered the room with a chocolate in hand.
"This, my love, should make you feel better, and help you sleep." He continued to explain each ingredient, and he was right, you felt a lot better after.
You smiled at him, and he smiled back, getting back into bed and wrapping his arms around you. You shoved him away and he looked at you, confused at your actions.
"I don't want you to get sick." You frowned.
"I don't care if I get sick." He wrapped his arms around your waist again and you sighed this time, just going with it.
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specialagentlokitty · 1 month
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Will Graham x teen!reader - our support animals
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Hi I would like a request for Will Graham and teen Reader getting a dog and somehow gets an old boy who was returned 5 times? - Anon💜
Sitting on the steps in front of your school, you glanced down at your watch in order to check the time, wondering if it was worth just going for a walk or not.
You didn’t want to be at school, so you had messaged Will asking if he could come pick you up since you didn’t know who else to call at this point.
Finally you saw his car pulling up outside, and you got up, making your way to the passenger side in order to get in.
“Thanks for getting me…” you mumbled.
“Are you okay?” Will asked.
You gave a small shrug, resting your head on the window as you watched everything just rolling by.
“Not ready to go back?”
“No… I don’t know I just… all those people.. all looking at me.. I don’t know..”
Will glanced at you, turning his attention back to the road.
“They know what happened.” He said.
“I mean who doesn’t at this point? My parents were murdered a nearly a year ago, they weren’t all that great at parents anyways and now im in the care of an FBI agent who isn’t really FBI agent. I missed the rest of the school year last year and news travels fast I guess.”
“You don’t have to be in my care if you don’t want to be. Children’s services already said they can easily find you a home if you want it.”
You whipped your head around to look at him.
“No!”
You frowned a little.
“I just… I don’t.. they’ll all be happy families…”
“You can’t be around that right now, I understand that.”
You nodded your head, looking back to the road, trying to figure out where you guys were going.
“I’m sorry I made you leave work.”
“It’s fine, I wasn’t doing anything interesting anyway, and I don’t think I could have sat there listening to Jack for much longer.”
This made you smile a little bit, and you look at him.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out a minute.”
You turned back to watching the roads go by, and finally Will pulled the car into a parking lot, and you climbed out of the car.
“A rescue?”
“I know you love the dogs, you get sad when they all follow me not you. So, we’re going to get you your own dog, Hannibal believes having a pet may help in your recovery.”
You furrowed your brow and Will opened the door to the rescue, gesturing for you to enter, and you did looking around.
While he went to talk to the people in the reception, you looked around, wondering about to look at posters and photos of the animals they had up for adoption.
You weren’t paying that much attention to anything else that going on, and every so often Will would glance at you to make sure that you were still there.
“(Y/N), please don’t wonder away.”
You turned to look at Will and he held his arm out to you.
You walked over and stood next to him, you turned away from the receptionist, and Will kept a hand on your shoulder.
“Is there anything specific you’re looking for in a pet?” The woman asked.
Will looked down at you and you shook your head.
“Can we just look at them all?”
“If you want to then yes.” He smiled.
He carried on speaking to the woman, and you stretched a little bit, letting out a yawn as you waited.
Finally you were allowed to walk through and have a look at all the dogs.
There was a lot of barking, and in a strange way it put you at ease, living with Will as your caretaker for nearly a year had made you used to the sounds of barking.
“What about this one?” Will asked.
You walked over to him.
“It says her name is Luna, she’s a husky, she’s two years old, is very friendly, gets along with other dogs, was surrendered because the family couldn’t keep up with the upkeep of a husky.”
You looked at Luna, crouching down to see her better, and she paced back and forth, tail wagging happily.
“She’s really cute.”
“Do you want to keep looking?”
You nodded, letting Will help you stand up.
You carried on slowly wondering, stopping to look at all the dogs you past, Will would read you the information about them and you would keep wondering.
Will had taken particular interest in one of the dogs and you kept looking around at all of them until you reached the end kennel.
You carefully read over the information on the board and you sat down on the floor.
“Hey Enzo…”
The old Labrador lazily wagged his tail as he wondered over, laying down in front of the door, resting his head on his paws.
“Will?”
You turned to look at him and he got up, following after you.
“What is it?” He asked.
“I want Enzo.”
Will knelt down next to you, looking at the old dog.
“Yeah? What’s his story?”
“They’re not sure how old he is, but they do know he’s old. He’s been returned five times, apparently nobody wants to keep cause he’s old. That’s not fair…”
“It’s not.”
Will got up, placing a hand on your head to get your attention.
“Let’s go get one of the staff.”
“Can I stay with Enzo?”
Will glanced around, he didn’t seem so sure about the idea of leaving you alone there, but he saw there was only one entrance and exit.
“Alright, I’ll be just a minute.”
Will made his way to get a member of staff so you could meet the old Labrador and you sat on the floor, Enzo resting against your chest as you hugged him.
Will and the worker both smiled at the scene of you just cuddling this old dog who had been returned so many times.
“We’ll adopt him.” Will said.
You turned around to Will, smiling from ear to ear at him.
“I love him, he’s so sweet.”
“Well you have to love him because he’s yours and we’re not bringing him back.”
“Good.” You said.
Will filled out all the paperwork while you sat in the back of his car with Enzo, just happily petting the dogs head.
You were excited to bring Enzo back to meet all of Will’s dogs, and Enzo was pretty happy to go around with them all, wondering and exploring his new home.
You sat on the floor, waiting for him to come back so you could go back to petting him.
Will was sitting on the couch, stroking one of the other dogs.
“Do you think he knows any tricks?” You asked.
“I’m not sure, you’ll have to try. Go get the dog treats.”
You jumped up, running to the kitchen to get the dog treats and you sat on the couch next to Will, handing them to him.
You didn’t know as much about dogs as Will did, so you decided to let him see if Enzo knew any tricks or anything of the sort.
“Enzo come here boy!” You called.
The old slowly wondered over, stretching a little as he approached.
“Here, just hold this in your hand, let him see it.”
You did want Will said.
“Now, just say his name and whatever it is you’re wanting him to do.”
“Enzo sit.”
The old dog sat down, along with a few others.
“Now, give him the treat, scratch his head and tell him he’s a good dog. Positive actions mean he’ll bond to you more.”
“Good boy Enzo.”
You handed the Labrador his treat, and ruffled the fur behind his ears, grinning from ear to ear.
“We’ll get him settled in before we take him outside, and we’ll rest his recall while we’re here too.”
“Recall?”
You turned to look at Will.
“Yes. It’s how well an animal responds when you call their name, call them back to you, especially off leash dogs it’s very important.”
“Oh, if he doesn’t have good recall can we teach him it.”
Will smiled a little.
“Yeah, we can try to.”
“He’s gonna be my dog, you’re not allowed Enzo.”
Will chuckled a little bit at you.
“What if he likes me more?”
“Nope. He’s my dog.”
You sat back on the couch, patting your legs for Enzo, and he lazily climbed up, laying himself next to you with his head resting on your legs.
“Oh (Y/N) come on.”
Will had to stand up to let the dog lay down properly and you grinned from ear to ear at him.
“Do you want dinner yet?” Will asked.
“Uh, not yet. I’m not hungry. Can I help you cook it soon though? I don’t know how to cook.”
“I’ll teach you.”
You smiled, turning your attention back to Enzo and Will wondered away to do his own thing, happy that you were content there with your new family member.
He was hoping Enzo would help you in ways that he couldn’t, and since you refused to take part in any therapy he was hoping Enzo could be that support you needed especially on days when he couldn’t figure out how to help you.
Maybe there wasn’t fully enough room for another dog, but Will didn’t care about that, he could just adjust things a little if he needed too.
He had all his strays, and now you had Enzo, you both had your dogs for support, and you both had each other even if neither of you spoke about how you had fallen into Will’s care.
It didn’t matter, what mattered to Will now was keeping you safe and happy.
“Do you think he likes snow?” You called.
“I don’t know, we’ll find out soon.” He called back.
“Can he stay in my room?”
Will poked his head out for the kitchen.
“He can stay wherever you want him too (Y/N).”
You nodded your head, laying down on the couch to hug your new best friend
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For their pleasure
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It was a very casual way for the three of you to end the night.
Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader x Will Graham
For mature audiences only (18+)
You lie there on Hannibal’s soft bed, hands gripping the silky sheets underneath you. Your chest rising and lowering in an accelerating speed as your legs are being pushed more and more apart by Will’s hands. His head has occupied the space between your inner thighs and his palms are practically compelling you to open up yourself more to him. And you do.
Will’s tongue, with a penchant for only your and Hannibal’s taste, is dancing with your folds. He loves doing this, first gliding his face up and down against your folds, spreading the dampness all over his mouth, then waiting until you buck your hips upwards a little, begging him to direct more of his focus to your clitoris. And when he does and the tingling sensation engulfs you, he can hear the gasps and panting sounds you make which only encourage him to indulge more into your clitoris.
You whisper Will’s name outloud here and there, asking him to never stop, praying for his tongue to forever continue the dance with your swollen, reddish clitoris. When you aren’t verbally pleading your wishes, your lips are beguiled by Hannibal’s, who’s laying there next to you, on your right side.
He’s holding you, one of his arms wrapped around you, this giving you access to ever so often hide your face in his chest when Will’s tongue licks those very special spots and you feel as if your soul is going to burn out of your physical existence. Hannibal caresses your bare body, his hand fondling your breasts and his thumb circling your hardened nipples one by one.
Hannibal is enamoured by the taste of your tongue on his, how you so desperately try to keep your lips connected on him while Will’s mouth is basically blemishing your clitoris by licking and lapping it with such pressure you know for sure it’ll feel numbed for the next few days. And when you do hide your face in his chest, he lays kisses on the top of your head, letting you cry out our pleasure to his sternum.
His hand, that was previously making love to your breasts, now travels down between your legs to find Will’s brown curls. He buries his fingers in Will’s hair and pulls slightly as he looks down at him and speaks:
“Her taste is remarkably exquisite, isn’t it Will?”
Will only nods, his face pressed against your pussy, too busy to raise his head to speak. Hannibal’s gaze is back on you.
”He loves your taste. I’m not certain which one of you is actually going to be more exhausted after this.”
It’s your turn to only nod. You close your eyes and crash your lips against his.
They both love having you like this, worshipping your very being, especially in such vulnerable state. They love making a mess out of you, turning your usually well put together self into a puddle of shaking legs and sweat. They enjoy it, having such control over you, making you implore mercy, making you beg for more.
You can feel your climax getting tremendously close. It’s almost impossible for you to keep your legs still. Will grabs your thighs even harder, his fingers holding your flesh so tight it feels as if he’s about to pierce right through your skin.
You look at Hannibal desiriously, your eyes eager for an approval to finally let go. He notices this eagerness.
”Don’t hold back…” he whispers and kisses your forehead. ”…you’ve done so well.”
The praise is all you need to hear. You hide your face in Hannibal’s chest and grip his bicep for the last time. Your legs quiver around Will’s head and he uses the advantage to press your thighs stronger around his head. His tongue laps faster, relishing you.
When your arousal peaks, every part of you feels so incredibly sensitive, so indescribable. The pleasure floods over you, making your muscles frail and your senses heightened.
It’s like Will is searching for something from your pussy. Like his tongue is destined to glorify you, savour your nectars and accept them as simple blessings. And Hannibal, he feels as if it his his duty to protect you, guide you through you orgasm, witness you crumble apart because of Will’s work on the most tender part of your body.
They do this to make you feel good, to make you feel like Goddess you are to them. But more importantly, they do it for their pleasure.
While your breathing becomes steady again, your face and neck are being peppered by Hannibal’s delicate kisses and your thighs and lower stomach by Will’s. Your grip on the sheets loosens.
You look down at Will, who’s now climbing up your body, his face lustrous, covered with your fluids. You can see how mesmerized he still is and oh, how much you want to kiss him. So you sit up and do. Tasting yourself on his mouth, you playfully slide the tip of your tongue along his lower lip. He takes this as an invitation to kiss you deeper.
”I could drown in your taste”, he murmurs.
You chuckle a little, still blushing from the previous experience. You feel Hannibal’s hand on your shoulder, guiding you to lay down again since he knows how worn out you are at this point.
You lie down, your back pressed against the soft silky sheets once again. The two men are lying on your each side, laying soft kisses on your arms and chest. Looking at both of them, you utter:
”Quite a way to end the night again, hm?”
Will looks at you.
”Quite a casual way, don’t you think? Hannibal?”
Hannibal turns on his side to face the two of you, partaking in the conversation.
”Casual. Beauteous, both of you.”
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voxmortuus · 9 months
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Can you write something about Hannibal or Will (whoever you want in separate) about them being a munch? The "munch" is a person who likes a LOT to eat out a woman without recieving something back. I just feel that my boy Graham (and ofc Hanni as well) would spend hours down there (more like to their own pleasure)
Just if you feel comfortable!!!
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►PAIRING: Will Graham X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 402 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: First Person Reader | Nothing but smut | Oral *Female Recipient* | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist
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It was simple with Will, he never asked for anything in return. It was like my pleasure was his, and that was something new for me. Laying there my body trembled, the way his tongue worked as if it was a personal symphony he was conducting just for me. I couldn't find my words, not that I needed to speak at all, but I couldn't find them, it's like they were all gone. He left me speechless, and that's saying something because I always have something to say.
As I look down at him his eyes peering up at me as he grips at my body, the way his hands feel against my skin. It's like everything is on fire without really being on fire. My nerves being worked and so many paces my body has been going through. It feels like he's been down there for hours, and I'm already two orgasms in.
Remembering back to a conversation from earlier. Will had told me how he felt about receiving pleasure. He much prefers to give it. Not really one on getting it, he told me my pleasure is his, and while at first I didn't believe it, not many liked being down there if you will, he on the other hand, he's taken me to a whole new world. He's been nothing short of perfect in his guidance. Glancing up to check on me, feeling this urge to grip at me, feeling me tremble and squirm.
Feeling him as he laps me up, as he takes such intricate care to even the most sensitive and insecure parts of me, he takes pride in what he does. I glance over at the clock, not on purpose, but my head turns in that direction as my third orgasm rises and I realize he's already been down there for two hours, and he was showing no sign of being done.
My breathing grows heavier as I let out a scream in pure ecstasy. My body, my mind, everything feels like I'm on a cloud, floating above, light, and tingly, as he keeps going, lapping, suckling, nipping, harder, deeper and hitting all the right notes. After this, a girl will never look at someone else going down there the same way again, the bar, that bar is set so high. With no sign of him letting up, I buckle up for another wild three-hour ride.
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Yandere!Will Graham HCs
TW: mentions of stalking, kidnapping, drugging, hints at Stockholm Syndrome
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Starting off, we already know Will is unstable. You just happen to be that final push.
He's classified as a protective yandere and he's definitely not delusional.
He knows what he's feeling is wrong, when you love someone you shouldn't think about locking them away and keeping them to yourself.
He'll go through inner turmoil between his morality given his occupation and his obsessive love for you.
He just wants to keep you safe and he wants to be the person to provide that for you.
He's also a paranoid person, potential harm against you is the main reason he will fancy the idea of kidnapping you.
From his line of work, he understands perfectly how horrible people can be and something happening to you is that final push he needs.
He just can't allow something to happen to you. He would rather die.
Therefore, this is where the stalking will start.
Inevitably, he will find out everything about you regarding your schedule, the places you visit frequently, the people you speak with, etc.
Trust me, this man will basically have everything on file.
Stalking you will further enhance his obsession love for you.
He starts fantasizing about a life with you including taking you on fishing trips with him and showing you how to properly cast and how loved you will be with him and his multitude of dogs.
Eventually, this will lead towards actually kidnapping you.
He would sneak into your home in the middle of the night where he knows you're already asleep.
While you're asleep, he will sedate you to make sure you wouldn't fight him when he finally took you from your home.
After he kidnaps you, he will do everything he can to make sure you were comfortable and taken care of.
When he arrived home with you, he carefully placed you on his bed and secured you with handcuffs on one of your legs.
You would be comfortable yet unable to reach for other things that would be a danger towards yourself and him.
He made sure that his bedside tables were out of reach.
While you were still heavily sedated from the drug, he stayed beside you until you woke up. He kept a hand on yours, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles.
He's honestly the best yandere to have fall for you because your comfort and happiness is his number one priority. Anything you want, he will get. Besides freedom but you get the gist.
You won't be restrained for long, if you behave he will remove the cuffs from you.
However, don't try to run from him or fight him. He's not afraid to restrain you again.
When he needs to work though, he will restrain you again in case you try to run while he's gone.
If you don't try anything, Will's not against giving you more freedom. He will begin to trust you and trust that you know better than to try and run.
Some restrictions will be lifted. For instance, allowing you more free reign around the house and even outside.
However, when you want to go outside he will need to go with you, holding your hand the entire time.
He's an affectionate yandere.
He loves spoiling you in kisses and cuddles because it's been practically ages since he's been in a relationship and you're the love of his life.
His favorite moment is when he gets to walk with you and the dogs around his property. It makes him feel incredibly domestic and that everything is normal.
When you start to become more docile and allow him to act as your significant other, he will be enthusiastic.
He's too paranoid to try taking you out in public. The risk of you running away or people recognizing you as a missing person is the last thing he needs.
He still has night terrors. Some of which include you not loving him and being scared of him for the monster he is.
When he woke up drowning in sweat with you rubbing his back, he will grip you tightly and sob into your chest.
That would be the only time he would feel guilty about what he's done.
However, after you calming him down and helping him feel better that feeling will start to vanish.
Seeing you finally falling for him and giving him equal affection would make him feel like taking you the way he did was righteous.
If someone managed to find you and/or God forbid hurt you, Will's going to snap.
He will literally drag this person to the ground and beat them to death, he doesn't play when it comes to protecting you.
After he disposes of the body, he will pull you into him and comfort your fearful cries, shushing you and stroking your hair.
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The Twist (Will Graham)
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Description: Hannibal meets Will's wife that he didn't know Will had. He figures out the dark reason why Will kept her a secret.
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He shot up in sweat panting hard, his body shaking as he panted and looked around. He constantly had nightmares about the cases he was investigating. It never got better for him. “Will, are you okay?” She asked, sitting up with him and rubbing his sweaty back. That was until she came along. His beautiful Y/N. She made everything better for him. Sure he still had nightmares but she calmed him after. “Yeah, just another one.” He said, referring to his ongoing terror. She had gotten used to it all. After all they’ve been together for years she even had a ring on her finger. “You’re okay.” She told him. They laid back down in the bed together. He let out a sigh and pulled the girl to his chest. 
Hannibal was in awe at the sight before him. He made dinner and invited Will over and Will brought a guest that wasn’t a co-worker but a woman. The woman was young, maybe 25 ish. She was beautiful and had a ring on her finger. Not just any ring but a wedding ring. He knew Will wasn’t married so why did he bring this woman to their dinner. It was then he looked at Will’s hands and saw a matching ring. Hannibal wasn’t one to be shocked but certainly was at this point. The woman and Will engaged in a deep conversation in front of him as he observed while getting the food ready. She wore a smile as the man talked. Her eyes lit up and she did look in love.
Hannibal could see that smile never grew all the way and her eyes weren’t that lit. “Well nice to meet you..” He trailed off not knowing her name. “Y/N Graham.” She said. Hannibal smiled at her. “Didn’t know Will had a wife.” He said as he eyed Will. Will looked nervous but why? “Yeah we’ve been married for 3 years.” She said. Will was older than her that Hannibal knew. She was 22 when they got married and 20 when they had began dating. Will was 6 years older than her. Hannibal was fascinated by what Y/N was saying. “You’re a very good cook.” She tells the man. He thanked her but couldn’t get passed the fact that Will was married. And why would he hide it? 
Hannibal saw more of her as the days went on. Observing her every move. She seemed to calm Will when things got bad. Though Hannibal couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on. “So you have a wife and I’m just now knowing about it.” He confronted Will. “Yeah well I wanted to keep her out of my work.” Will said sipping the wine. “What work? I’m your physiatrist Will a friend even.” Will shrugged at his response. He didn’t talk about her much even when Hannibal already knew. He seemed to be avoiding the subject like it was a secret still. Hannibal decided to drop the topic and move on but kept the thought of how Will acted about her in the back of his mind. 
Will had just killed someone. He had been having these dark thoughts for awhile but he actually did it. The dogs were going wild as he killed what looked like a human dressed as an animal. Y/N shot up from their bed and looked to see that Will wasn’t in the bed. The dogs barked loudly as she got up to see what was going on. She gasped as she saw Will panting and someone on the ground. “Will?” She called out to him. He faced her with a dark look in his eyes, one she remembered seeing before. “You weren’t supposed to see that.” He tells her and walks up to her. Her body was shaking in fear and she almost ran up the stairs away from him. But she knew better than to do that. He pulled her into his chest as he sighed. She managed to relax some in his arms. “It was self defense baby, he was going to kill me.” He whispered. She sighed and fell deeper into him. Maybe everything would be alright. 
Hannibal stared at the body that Will brought him. It was the latest killer. He looked at Will and saw darkness in his eyes. Will enjoyed killing him. It was in that moment that Hannibal knew Will had a dark side that his little wife was part of. “You wanna talk about it?” 
Will’s hands were shaking as he sighed. He never told a soul about what happened. He couldn’t believe he was about to tell Hannibal. He started at the beginning of when they met:
It was 5 years ago at the store a cliche type deal. He saw her looking at dog food and deciding which one to get. She looked focused. Too focused to notice Will staring at her. “Do you need some help?” He asked her. She looked at him and smiled. At that moment he knew he was in love. “You have dogs?” She asked. He nodded. “Yeah lots of them.” He tells her. He didn’t get her name that day but he secretly followed her through the store and saw what car she got into. He kept track of her after that. He knew her every move. Where she worked, what she ate and her special coffee order she would get every morning. He felt bad about what he was doing but he wasn’t going to take rejection.
Which is how she ended up tied to a chair in his basement. She was knocked out with tape covering her mouth. He sat in a chair across from her watching her for what felt like hours before she woke. She groaned as she slowly opened her eyes adjusting to the light. He watched as she looked at him and her eyes widen. “Hello beautiful.” He smiled. She remembered him. He helped her pick out dog food. She didn’t know his name. But he tied her to this chair in a basement? She didn’t care to know anything about him. “You were asleep for awhile.” He says and pushes his chair closer to her. Her eyes held the widen stare and she felt scared. What the hell was he going to do with her?
His hand reached forward and ran through her hair. She tried to flinch away from his touch and he laughed. “I wish things would have been different for us.” He whispered as his hand traveled down her body. She hated his touch and wanted to get away from it. But he got her tied up pretty good. “I should have just went up to you like a normal person but we both know that I couldn’t.” Why couldn’t he? This was crazy. He had a dark look in his eyes as he played with her some more. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched him. “Oh no baby don’t cry.” He wiped her tears away. “You’ll love it here and me.” He told her so sure of it. 
It took months for her to even talk to him. He gave her good food and water and tried to get her to see that he wasn’t a monster. She knew things could be worse but still she wasn’t a fan of him either way. She cried for hours not wanting to believe that she was in this situation. Her eyes hurt from how much cried and prayed that her family came looking for her. Will sat by the basement door and listened to her cry. He felt awful for his actions but in his head he didn’t have a choice. Her sobs racked through the house and all he wanted to do was comfort her. 
“Y/N.” She whispered to him as he placed the food he made for her in front of her. He looked up at her. “What?” “My name is Y/N.” She told him. He smiled and nodded. “I’m Will.” She stayed silent as he finished setting up her dinner. She hated herself for thinking he was cute. He kidnapped her and she still thought he looked good. Though she wouldn’t imagine herself saying that outloud to him. 
After that they slowly began talking. She felt like she owed him that due to him being kind to her. He could be an asshole to her and not really feed her and abuse her. He didn’t though. He was grateful that she didn’t seem to really hate him.
It would be months before he let her outside of the basement and into the living room. He had enough trust with her that she wouldn’t try to escape. She felt like she couldn’t. He was smarter than that. She looked around at the place seeing how beautiful his house was. The dogs that he owned came and tackled her to the ground. She began laughing for the first time in months. Will was happy to hear that sound. 
She sat and watched him cook. He seemed very calm and collected it was hard to believe he had kidnapped her. He felt her eyes on him and he looked up at her. She quickly looked away. He smiled and thought it was cute. Maybe there could be something more for them. He sat down the food he made for her and she took a bite. She almost moaned at the taste. It was super good. “You know you’re a really good cook.” She tells him. “I mean my kidnapper could have been someone that was terrible at cooking.” She said. He looked at her weird and laughed. He didn’t expect her to make a joke out of the situation. “Yeah I’m sorry about that.” He said and started eating his food. “Why’d you do it then?” She asked. He looked at her. “I found you really beautiful and I guess I just couldn’t take the rejection I felt like you’d give me.” He tells her. It was the truth and she could tell. “So you find a girl pretty and you want her so instead of asking her out you kidnap her?” She asked. He nodded. “Yeah I guess so.” “Well I might’ve said yes.” She tells him. She felt like in another life she would have said yes if he asked her out instead of kidnapping her. “What about now?” He asked her. 
Their first kiss happened a week later after he came home from a stressful case. He wasn’t in the mood for anything other than sleep. Though he was happy he had Y/N at home waiting for him. He opened the door and greeted the dogs and looked around. She didn’t greet him at the door. Not that he thought she should. It was after his shoes were off that she came over to him. He smiled at her and she looked at him. “Welcome Home.” was all she said. “Thanks.” was his reply. He could tell something was off with her as she never greeted him. Sure they talked a little each day but that was a big step. “You okay?” He asked her. She shrugged. She honestly didn’t think she was. She was starting to feel like she wasn’t a victim anymore. Like he saved her life and she owed him. She didn't wanna think about it but she had feelings for the man. “I’m sorry.” He said. “Then why not let me go?” She asked him. “I can’t.” “I won’t go to the police or tell anyone.” She tries to reason with him. “Yeah well I don’t know that.” He snaps at her. She looks at him shocked. He hadn’t raised his voice to her yet. “Sorry I just truly can’t help but still want you around.” He tells her. She sighs and thoughts race around her head. She got what he was saying. She felt the same way as sick as it was. She wanted him too. “I probably wouldn’t go even if you let me.” She mumbles. He heard her and his jaw dropped. She had Stockholm syndrome. He walked closer to her. “But why? Why wouldn’t you want freedom?” He asked her.
She felt stupid. She looked down for a moment. “I don’t know Will, I guess I like it here and I like you.” She tells him. He smiled at her words but knew that the reason she felt that way wasn’t okay. “I think I’m gonna let you go.” He said and walked away. She looked confused and turned to him. “What? I don’t understand you kidnap me because you wanted to date me and now that i’m telling you the feeling is mutual you want to let me go.” He sighs. “You feel that way cuz you don’t have a choice.” He tells her. She walks over to him. “You can’t tell me how to feel or why I feel the way I do.” “Y/N I put you through this and I’m sorry.” He says. She shakes her head with tears in her eyes. “Will please I love you.” He looked at her. She was sure that she loved him and she stopped denying it long ago. She cupped his face. “Please Will. I love you.” He had tears in his eyes as he leaned down and kissed her. She kissed back immediately confirming what she said to him. He loved her too and that was all that mattered. 
Their relationship was perfect after that. She felt as if she hadn’t been kidnapped but saved. Will still wanted to keep her from the world that he was in. He didn’t want anyone in the work field knowing about her. She was able to leave the house of course but never met any of his friends or co-workers. She questioned if the man even had friends. He never talked or hung out with anyone unless it was work related. He spent most of his time with her. 
It was a year later he’d have a ring on her finger. They had a small quiet wedding that consisted of them and the dogs. Not even their parents knew that they had gotten married. Will wasn’t ashamed of her by any means. He was ashamed of what he did. Though she seemed happy in the back of their minds they knew that things would have happened differently if he didn’t kidnap her. 
Hannibal looked at the man as he told him everything. He knew that Will had a dark mind but didn’t think it was this dark. He remembered back to when she first smiled. He knew that something was off and now that he knows everything it all makes sense. Though he couldn’t help but question Will as if he wouldn’t do the same. “You kidnapped your wife?” He asked. Will nodded. “I was in a very dark place.” They both knew that wasn’t an excuse for his behavior. But Hannibal couldn’t help but praise the man before him. It was genius in his eyes. Will had the perfect love life it seemed and Hannibal couldn’t help but feel jealous. Though he didn’t know who to be jealous of more. He nodded his head and lifted up his glass of wine. “We aren’t so different after all, are we, Will?”
I didn't include the warning due to the twist of the story. I also don't know Will's exact age as I haven't finished the show yet. I just started season 3 :) Feel free to let me know his age if they ever say it and I'll update it.          
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rose-lunaire · 3 months
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winter with nbc hannibal characters would include…
pairings: hannibal lecter x gn!reader, will graham x gn!reader, bedelia du maurier x gn!reader
warnings: none!
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hannibal lecter
attending the annual new years concert in vienna
getting each other books for christmas and reading them together
smell of mulled wine filling the study
trying out sleigh riding on a quiet night, covered by animal furs and drinking warm cocoa
laughing through the ride, trying not to spill the beverage onto your clothes
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stealing his sweaters!
cuddling in front of the fireplace, because the insulation is so bad
sleeping under several blankets (dogs) just to keep warm at night
cooking meaty stews, because none of you has the energy to make something new every day
you would inspect his clothing each time he goes out, making sure his scarf is tight enough (and almost strangling him in the process!)
bedelia du maurier
wine tasting in the comfort of an elegant hotel suite
long evenings slipping away into sleepy mornings
ice skating, or more precisely, learning to ice skate
holding hands and trying to keep your balance, ending up on the icy surface, arms draped around your waists
escaping the cold in a spa, trying new massages and red wine
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shuichiakainx · 3 months
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I started the Hannibal series and I'm already literally loving it 😍
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butterbabyflapjack · 11 months
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CROWN OF PIERCING BONE
Hannibal Lecter x fem!reader x Will Graham (18+)
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You’re an FBI trainee with a spiraling empathy disorder, tasked with helping track a horrific serial killer who bow-hunts women dressed only in antler crowns. But Will Graham, the brooding professor who’s reluctantly agreed to mentor you, may actually be the very killer you and the FBI are looking for.
Meanwhile, you inexplicably don’t trust your psychiatrist, Dr. Lecter. He might be seducing and manipulating you, or maybe he just wants to pâté your liver.
Wherein....
• Will’s afraid to open up, but even more afraid of letting you go. That might not be a good thing.
• You maybe take a fire axe to Hannibal’s harpsichord in an uncontrolled fit of rage. And, no, he’s not exactly ~pleased~ about it.
• You thought you were sane, but now you’re part of Will and Hannibal’s murder family??
• Maybe taking psychedelics around Hannibal isn’t the best idea you’ve ever had. He's likely to take advantage.
• You might be dating a dissociative serial murderer? Fun~!
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[ TAGS & WARNINGS ] dark!Will Graham, Will Graham fluff, M/M/F threesome, crime, psychological thriller, hallucinations, slow burn, canon typical violence, volatile feelings, angst, mental illness, unconventional love triangle, manipulation, gaslighting, porn with plot, porn with feelings, explicit sexual content, cannibalism, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, Hannibal playing god, deception, mystery, trauma, issues with guilt, culinary exploits of a sexual and murderous nature, hurt and comfort, lots of hurt and comfort, canon typical dark content, serial murder, investigation, therapy with Dr. Lecter, ethical dilemmas, neurodivergent characters, neurodivergent reader, conflicted reader, kidnapping, attempted kidnapping, criminal psychology, possible major character death, dreamscapes, erotomania, soft sex, rough sex, shower sex, hate sex, shoved against a bookshelf sex, trying desperately to be quiet so you don't get in trouble sex, mild knife play, fishing with Will, Hannibal adores dressing you up, dinner parties, aftercare, elements of revenge, horror, descriptions of violent and phantasmagorically grotesque crime scenes, sitophilia, encephalitis, threats of violence, consensual psychedelic drug use, covering up crime scenes, sleepwalking, memory loss, conflictions with reality, season 1 AU, domestic fluff, flirting, I might have daddy issues?, secret relationships, jealousy, darkfic with tooth-rotting fluff, Will Graham is a teddy bear (supposedly), if you thought things weren’t going to get fucked up I’m happy to disappoint you
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[ TAGLIST ] @y-o-u-n-g-g-o-d-s @vegasbud @angelmenace @mrsgrahamsdesign @jedinerd27 (full disclosure vegas, the slutty scene I spoiled doesn't happen for a while)
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read on ao3 🤍
chapter one : STORMCLOUD EYES
chapter two : MIASMA
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Midnight Munchies
Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader x Will Graham
Hannibal is slightly fed up with his loves, even if they are utterly adorable
Warnings: drug use (weed), implied dub-con (only because both parties were high and thus unable to properly consent), food mentions, Hannibal having to be a dad to his partners, insults against chicken nuggets, overall fluff
WC: 1.3k
Minors DNI
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Something was wrong. Hannibal shot up in bed, looking around the dark room in a panic. His amber eyes scanned the bedroom as his gut curled with anxiety. The bed was cold, much colder than it should have been considering that his two partners, both of whom ran extremely hot, should have been sleeping beside him.
Sighing, he glanced at the small clock on the bedside table, noting it was a bit past three in the morning. He gracefully slid out from between the silk sheets and grabbed his robe on the way out into the hall. He had a sneaking suspicion as to where the other two members of the large house were.
And, as always, he was right.
The lights in the kitchen were on, giggles carrying through the halls that simultaneously warmed his heart and annoyed him. They knew better than to be in the kitchen without him this late at night. He dreaded to think what they had gotten up to without his supervision. 
He creeped silently around the corner and smiled at the sight before him. Y/N was sitting on one of the ornate counters, dressed only in Will’s t-shirt as said man stood between her thick thighs, conveniently shirtless, face buried in her heavy chest as his body shook with laughter. 
A spilled bag of fries was beside them, along with what must have been a mountain of chicken nuggets and two large shakes. “Ok ok try again.” Will gasped between rounds of giggles, prompting Y/N to pick up a handful of fries and signal for the man to back up.
His back hit the counter opposite her and he unconsciously released a throaty grunt at the contact. There was a moment's pause before they were laughing hysterically. Will’s face was quickly going red with the lack of oxygen which Y/N found hilarious, making her snort and causing Will to laugh even harder. A truly vicious cycle.
Y/N was able to catch her breath first, tears still rolling down her full cheeks as she cocked back her shoulder and raised her fist while tightly clutching a handful of fries. Hannibal knew what was coming next and was already mentally preparing himself to do a full sanitisation of the kitchen in the morning. 
Will’s mouth opened as large as it could go without dislocating his jaw and readied himself.
“What do you think you’re doing, beloved?” Her entire body seized in surprise, her e/c eyes widening, exposing how bloodshot they were. 
“Nothing.” She squeaked out, shoving the hand that was full of fries behind her back, a truly noble attempt at hiding the evidence. Hannibal’s face remained stern, raising a gray eyebrow at her as if to say ‘really?’. Will slowly turned on the balls of his heels, somehow, his eyes were even more red than hers, and as Hannibal was getting a good look at the pair, both of them stank of weed and, if he wasn’t mistaken, McDonald’s.
Y/N was the one that introduced the troubled man to the effects of cannabis after a particularly rough night. Under Hannibal’s watchful eyes, they indulged and Will discovered an easy way to relax and dissociate for a while. So, it became a tradition that whenever he had nightmares or she had an awful day at her own job, they would light up and snuggle for a few hours. Evidently, they did not think to wake their third for this precise excursion.
Now that he could see Will’s bare chest, he realised how long they had been alone and high together. Huge bruises discoloured his naturally pale skin, creating a path of purple and blue all the way down to the slight pudge of his belly and going below his pajama pants. Hannibal knew from experience how frisky Y/N got when under the influence and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
“Did you two have sex?” Being as blunt as possible in this situation was the best way to go considering the two of them could weasel their way out of any confrontation, even if they were high out of their minds. Will’s face flushed a dark pink and Y/N glanced away, embarrassed. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”
“Noooo, we just made out a bit.” She squirmed on the counter.
“Somehow I do not believe you, my precious.” Hannibal strode into the kitchen with all the confidence in the world, his maroon robe billowing behind him like a cape. He easily took the slightly shorter man into his arms, tangling his long fingers in his curls as Will nuzzled into his neck, sighing happily. 
“It’s true!” She protested and jumped from her perch, landing quite gracefully considering her state, and launched herself at the doctor, apparently also needing to be held. Will was easily moved to his left side as he extended his right arm to accommodate her. Will nodded against Hannibal’s shoulder, trying to back up her statement.
“Even if it is true, you two know better than to smoke without my supervision, you could’ve gotten hurt.” He felt their simultaneous frowns against his skin. “And I could have cooked for you so you didn’t have to eat such horrific food.”
“Hey!” “Don’t insult chicken nuggets like that!” They shouted at the same time, making Hannibal wince at their volume. The pair attempted to pull away, greatly outraged by a slight against their beloved food. But the older man held firm, squeezing them closer to his lean body.
Y/N gave up her struggle first, her soft arms winding around his thin waist, relenting to his affection. Will, however, was far more angry and managed to wiggle away. “Chicken nuggets are the foundation of this country. Every restaurant you go to has them!”
“Yes, I know dear. You order them every time we go out together.” Hannibal conceded, earning him an approving nod from the profiler and a kiss against the juncture of his neck and shoulder from the younger woman. “Now come along, you can tell me more about how great they are in bed.”
Holding out his hand, Will took it without a fight, and dutifully followed his partner like the little duckling he was. 
It was easy enough to get the inebriated pair into bed given the promise of Hannibal ‘taking care of them’. But keeping them there was another story. He left briefly to the en suite bathroom to fetch them each a glass of water and when he came back, both were gone, having wandered off into the large walk-in closet to critique his choice of wardrobe.
By the time he got them back into bed, tucked under the thin covers this time, their shared alarm was only about 3 minutes away from turning on and forcing them to get up. Slightly exasperated, the good doctor switched off the damn thing, knowing that his troublesome partners would not function properly today, he decided that taking one day of sick leave would be appropriate.
Will and Y/N tangled together in the center of the mattress, gripping each other tightly as their eyes grew heavy with sleep. Their foreheads were connected, keeping their faces close enough together that their lips brushed. “Is there room in there for me?” Hannibal teased, sliding into bed behind Will.
“No.” Came the muffled reply from Y/N.
“And why not?” 
“Cause you were mean to the chicken nuggets.” Will continued, shuffling closer to Y/N.
“I am truly sorry for that.” He said almost sarcastically, expecting Will to retort but was met with silence. Looking over his broad shoulder, Hannibal smiled. They were fast asleep.
Wrapping a long arm around both of them, he himself settled back into the soft pillows and joined them.
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Hugh Dancy as Will Graham wearing glasses appreciation post.
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Yandere Hannibal and Will Alphabet
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A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)
Kissing,hugging,cuddling, holding,leaning against you
B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 
Tells you everything
C=Cruel (How do they punish you) 
Force feeding,ties you up,isolation, violence, spanking
D-Desire (How long until they take you) 
2 months
E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 
Same level as you/Dominant
F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 
Be together forever
G=Gifts (What do they give you) 
Anything and everything
H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 
Their killings,their punishments,dinner time
I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 
10/10
J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 
They make the person for dinner that night
K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 
Quick but painful
L=Language (What is their love language) 
All of them
M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 
They can't be manipulated
N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 
They'd do anything for you
O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 
10/10
P=Pet names(What do they call you)  
Love,sweetheart, darling,cutie,beautiful, sweetie,my love
Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 
They kill themselves
R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 
No chance
S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 
9/10
T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 
Obsessive,stalker,Possessive, insane,Manipulative, controlling
U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 
Cannibalism
V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back) 
Holds you down
W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 
Force feeding and ties you up
X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 
Nothing really
Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 
4/10
Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together) 
They hold you in the middle of them
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specialagentlokitty · 1 month
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Will Graham x reader - non traditional family
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Will with a reader who loves dogs just as much as him and brings home a rescue dog that had been treated really bad in its previous home and them just trying to get the dog to trust them, if you’re willing to write for it that is <3 - @panic-in-the-multiverse 💜
Sitting in the doorway to the bathroom, you smiled a little to the dog that was sat in the far corner of the room, head down watching you from the corner of his eye.
“Here Hugo.”
You placed a treat on the floor and slid it over to him, and he shuffled back a little bit, cautiously sniffing it.
You had set up a barricade to stop the other dogs from coming over, but you did get up, closing the bathroom door and made your way over with some treats for them.
You scratched behind their ears, giving them all treats, not bothering to look up as the front door was opened.
“Why is half the house sectioned off?” Will asked.
“I did a thing. And these guys can’t come into the area yet.”
Will looked at you as he shrugged his jacket off, petting all the dogs as he made his way through them all.
“What did you do?” He asked.
He stepped over the stairgates that you had put up around the place to keep the other dogs away from the bathroom.
You placed your hand on his chest, making him stop in his tracks, and you brought your hand up to his head, touching the bandaid that was on his forehead.
“What’s happened love?” You asked.
“Suspect charged at me, he hit my head of the wall. It’s fine.”
You slowly nodded your head, brushing some hair away from his face.
Will stared into your eyes for a moment before he leant down, and you met him halfway to kiss him.
He placed his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place before he moved away, pressing his forehead to yours.
“It’s fine..” he mumbled.
“I worry…”
“I know. Are you going to tell me what you did?”
You kissed the corner of his mouth and held out your hand to him, letting him decide if he what he wanted to do, and he placed his hand in yours.
You led him over to the bathroom, hovering your other hand over the door handle.
“Gotta keep quiet, he’s scared.”
“He?”
You slowly opened the door, and you sat back down in the doorway.
Will looked at the dog that had laid down, still facing the door.
He crouched behind you, resting his arms on his knees.
“What’s his name?”
“Hugo, he’s a rescue from work, he came in today. He was caged constantly, and was being trained as a fighting dog, we believe he’s a German shepherd but we can’t be sure until his coat grows back properly, but he’s got all the features of one.”
Will nodded his head.
“His health?”
“A little malnutrition, some wounds that need healing, and he was covered in ticks, but we vaccinated him today, he doesn’t have fleas, and he’s not aggressive to other dogs just scared.”
Will reached down into the pocket of your sweater, pulling out a couple a treats.
He sat against the other part of the doorframe, sitting opposite you, his legs over yours.
He leant over, setting a treat on the floor and pushed it over slightly while you just watched, taking mental notes of Hugo’s behaviour.
Will glanced over at you, watching as you studied the new addition to the pack, and he turned back to Hugo.
“How long has he been here?”
“Since this afternoon. He came in this morning but couldn’t handle being in the kennel.”
Will nodded.
“Have you eaten?”
“No, but I did bring some food home. I forgot to make dinner though, sorry.”
Getting up, Will brushed his hand over your shoulder, making his way into the kitchen.
“I can’t see you.”
You moved to the side he was sat on, and sat further into the hallway so he was able to see you from where he was stood.
You smiled softly at him.
“So, what did you do today?”
“You don’t want to know.”
You laughed softly.
“I do, you know I do. I like hearing about your day.”
Will glanced up from where he was stood and went back to preparing the food, telling you about his day.
He went front start to finish, leaving out anything that seemed a little too intense, and you just sat there listening to him, occasionally checking on Hugo.
You ate there, and when it came to going to sleep, you closed the door again, making sure the other dogs couldn’t get in.
Making your way over to the bed you stood at the side of it and Will looked up from his book, smiling slightly at you.
“Are you coming to bed?” He asked.
Will knew full well what you were waiting for, and he just sat there waiting for you to say it and you stood there stubbornly for a few minutes.
After being stubborn your finally sat on the bed next to him, lifting his arm so you were able to get under it, resting your head on his chest.
Will dropped his arm over your shoulder, putting his book in his other hand, resting his hand on your head.
“Are you staying home tomorrow?”
“Do you want me to?”
You nodded a little.
“Okay, I’ll stay. What do you have planned?”
“Nothing really, we both have the day off, and I’m lazy and don’t want to go anywhere.”
“Well, how about ice fishing? Will you come with me if I go?”
“You know I will love.”
Will smiled a little to himself, turning his attention back to his book while you just laid over him, moving every so often.
Now you were laid with your back on his chest, his hand in yours resting on your stomach.
Will was asleep, and you were still awake, unable to sleep, you hadn’t been able to sleep for a few hours, so you finally got up.
You kissed the side of Will’s head, making your way off the bed and grabbed one of his jackets, pulling it on and you made your way towards the bathroom.
Opening the door, you stepped inside and laid down on the other side of the room to Hugo who was watching you.
You smiled at the dog, and rested an arm under your head to try sleep in there.
Thankfully you did after a short while.
Will wake up from a nightmare, and he searched around the bed for you and he shot up when he couldn’t find you.
“(Y/N)?”
Will stood up, throwing the sheets from the bed.
“(Y/N)?!” He whisper yelled.
He checked the couch to see if you went to sleep on there, knowing sometimes you would go there if you couldn’t sleep.
You weren’t in there so he turned to the kitchen, making his way over he stopped by the bathroom and opened the door.
He turned the light on and Hugo shot up from being laid in the middle of the floor and went back over to the other side of the room.
You grumbled a little bit and he turned the light back out.
Will laid down next to you, his arm over your waist.
“Sorry…” he whispered.
He touched his forehead against yours, closing his eyes again and you brought your hand up to run it through his hair.
“Nightmare…?”
He nodded his head, you rolled on to your back, lifting his head to rest it on your shoulder.
“It’s okay…” you whispered.
You and Will went out the next day, leaving a shirt that belong to you both in the bathroom for Hugo, and you carried on sleeping in there with the dog.
You did everything you needed to earn his trust, slowly letting him meet the other dogs, letting him explore every so often.
“I think we should get another dog.”
“Really?” Will asked.
“Yeah, you can never have too many dogs.”
Will looked at you from where he was stood at the other end of the bed.
You grinned at him.
“You’re only saying that because you’ve all taken over the bed.”
You ran a hand over Hugo’s head as he laid next to you, holding your other arm out for Will.
“There’s always room for you.”
“It’s fine, I’m going for a walk. Will you be alright here?”
“Have you seen our dogs? Of course I will.”
Will walked over, leaning down to gently kiss you, and he walked over to the door, whistling and all the dogs aside from Hugo ran after him.
“Will that’s not fair!”
You got up, walked over to where he was already holding out your jacket for you.
You pulled your shoes on and slipped into your jacket, calling for Hugo who nervously came padding over.
“I knew you’d come.”
“You took my dogs…”
“Your dogs? I didn’t know my dogs were your dogs.”
Will opened the door for you.
“What’s yours is mine love.”
He hummed a little bit, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he trailed behind you.
“Does that mean that whatever you have is mine then?” Will asked.
“Yup.”
You carried on walking, occasionally throwing a snowball for the dogs to chase and will just kept a close eye on you and Hugo
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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: Male reader, smut, mlm. The reader is a bottom.
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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, handsome.” 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 dick. 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 palmed you like the slut he is. His lips trace over the bulge in your boxers and he nuzzles it like a cat.
“God, I want you so bad.” He groans and places a kiss on your tip.
“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 boy, 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 ass. 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 traces your chest 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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