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To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

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“My passions, concentrated on a single point, resemble the rays of a sun assembled by a magnifying glass.”

Prima Lux

Pencil on Arches cotton paper

21 x 29,7 cm (8.27 x 11.69 in)

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“Surrendering to you was the most delicious madness I’ve ever experienced.”

“Dominio”

Set after The Wrath of the Lamb

Pencil on paper

29,7 x 21 cm (11.69 x 8.27 in)

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Fic Snippet

Title : Nesting - Chapter 2 (Prequel)

Pairing : Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

When Will shows up at Hannibal's house after the dinner party is long over things take a turn for the unexpected, and Hannibal takes full advantage of the opportunity.

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The sound of his front door closing has Hannibal on alert. His guests and kitchen staff have already left and he is not expecting anyone, he walks to the kitchen doorway and eyes the nearby knife block. When the intruder walks into view his body relaxes.

"Will," he calls softly as he leaves the kitchen and walks down the hallway towards the other man. "I was not expecting you to return, the dinner party is long over."

Hannibal can see the slight wildness in Will's eyes as he finally comes within touching distance, there's a restlessness to Will that Hannibal hasn't seen before. Before he can utter any askance of his presence two hands roughly grab at his shirt and he is pulled into a harsh kiss. He makes a muffled sound of surprise against Will's lips but wastes no time in kissing back, he has desired Will since the moment they met and seizes the opportunity to finally touch him. He reaches up to cup the back of Will's head and parts his lips, encouraging Will's tongue into his mouth, they both moan as the kiss turns deep and filthy.

All Hannibal wants is to ravish this man, to devour and lay claim to his body, but he has pretences to maintain, even in front of Will, especially for Will. He pulls on the hair at the nape of Will's neck, his lip curling into a snarl when Will whines and almost melts against him.

He swallows thickly and rasps, "Will, we shouldn't do this. I am your psychiatrist, this is inappropriate. We would be crossing a boundary we won't be able to come back from."

Will strains in his grip, trying to lean into another kiss. "We just have conversations."

Hannibal wants to grin but restrains himself, "Will, we shouldn't." and because he can't resist saying it, "Jack wouldn't approve."

Will growls and with an unexpected strength throws Hannibal against the nearest wall, "I don't care what Jack would think."

Hannibal is smitten. His back throbs from the force of Will manhandling him and he wants to howl in victory at Will's slow progression of shedding his obligation to Jack and his expectations. As a reward he loosens his hold on Will's hair and the man immediately devours him, licking into his mouth with a singular desperation. Hannibal luxuriates in the passionate kiss for a few moments and then gently pushes against Will's chest until the man relents and glares at him with sharp glacier eyes.

"We shouldn't." He reiterates, determined to solidify his mask of a professional while pushing Will into not only reaffirming his desires but being the one to fully instigate what is about to happen. In the morning he'll still have his view of Hannibal being a beacon of stability and comfort, he may even believe he took advantage of Hannibal. No matter what happens after tonight, Will is never going to be able to look back on this moment and pretend he didn't want this, that Hannibal manipulated him, not completely.

Will drags him into a hard kiss, a frustrated press of lips, then pushes Hannibal back against the wall and stares directly into his eyes, "Tell me you don't want me and I'll leave right now." Will pants harshly, his fingers tighten their hold on Hannibal's shirt that's still bunched in his fists. "Tell me you don't want me."

Hannibal stares in awe at the hungry and yearning man holding onto him like a lifeline and simply replies, "I can't."

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Woagh what's happening here???

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a little Halloween treat...

Laid To Rest (ChillyWilly and Hannigram S4) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Frederick Chilton // Tags: Crack almost treated seriously, Season 4, Cuba, Chilton is dead, Chilton is a ghost, ghosts, Haunting, sexual molestation (by a ghost), non-con becomes dub-con becomes con, wet dreams, blow jobs, hand jobs, fantasies, cuckolding, purposefully mixed POVs, riding, anal sex, jealousy, possessiveness, Chilton is finally laid... to rest. Patreon prompt fill.

TW: This is a light hearted and ridiculous story, however the initial interactions between sleeping Will and ghost Chilton are non-consensual and may be something some readers might wish to avoid. 

Hannibal and Will are being haunted by the ghost of Frederick Chilton, there's only one way to lay him to rest.

Laid To Rest (3.6k words):

Will woke in a cold sweat, sitting up in bed in a way that twisted the sheets around him and pulled a grumble from Hannibal.

He panted as he tried to focus on the room but it was too dark to make out much. There was nothing there, he knew. Despite his hard cock straining at the sensation that he must have imagined. If Hannibal wasn’t clearly so fast asleep beside him, he might have believed his lover was trying to wake him with a blowjob.

He groaned and pressed his hand down on his crotch. It was that faceless figure again. Or not faceless but obscured, just beyond his reach, like he wasn’t quite real. And it was a he, and it was, Will knew, someone he had known. He might not be able to clearly see who the person is, but he could feel him. A smugness and void of charm that persisted after death.

“Will?” Hannibal mumbled and reached for him and Will took his hand, squeezed it and then got up from the bed. He needed a shower, a cold one. And then he’d cuddle back up to Hannibal and hope to get back to sleep.

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“Are we going to talk about it?” Hannibal asked over breakfast.

Will would have sniped that he didn’t know what Hannibal was talking about, but given that they shared a bed, it was difficult to hide anything from his once therapist.

“Not if you’re going to go all psychologist on me,” Will replied before forking eggs into his mouth.

“You’re not sleeping. This is the sixth time you’ve had a disturbed night in the last two weeks,” When Will continued to eat rather than replying Hannibal continued. “If it’s nightmares, Will, it may help to discuss--”

Will shook his head, about to protest that they weren’t nightmares. But what were they?

If he was honest, he wasn’t sure they were even dreams. Not that he was trying to ignore that they might be wet dreams, even if nightmarish due to the subject involved. It was more that it felt so real.

“It’s not nightmares,” Will finally said. “I don’t know…”

He felt discombobulated by the whole thing, he didn’t even have words to describe it. But if he couldn’t discuss it with Hannibal, who could he discuss it with? And after several nights of this, he really needed to tell someone.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

Hannibal raised a brow, “Crazy is not a word I use without caution. What makes you think you are crazy, Will?” His tone had slipped into his familiar therapist manner.

“They don’t feel like dreams,” Will replied quickly, “whatever it is, it feels real.”

“Dreams can often feel very real. The same parts of the brain that are active when we are awake are also active when we are in certain stages of our sleep,” Hannibal took the hint from Will’s expression and instead then asked, “And what happens in these not-dreams?”

Will swallowed and focused on Hannibal intently then, giving him a look.

With some amusement, Hannibal’s lips tweaked into a small smile, “Something of a sexual nature? Will, it is quite normal for men of any age to have--”

Will waved a hand dismissively, “If I was just having, um, night emissions, do you think I’d be so concerned? It’s not about what happens… what I do… It’s about what is done to me.”

Hannibal frowns at that and his concern is obvious, “Please explain.”

“In the night, I feel like… it’s like someone is there. A third person in our room… touching me. Sexually.”

“I see,” Hannibal’s tone and expression were dark and for a moment, dark enough that it sent a chill up Will’s spine.

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» frederick\will | missing

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ᐅfandom: hannibal

ᐅsong: The XX - Missing

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Fic Snippet

Current WIP

Title : Tryst

Pairings : Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Frederick Chilton

This will be a Hannigram focused sequel to my Will/Frederick fic Rendezvous. Hannibal finds out about Will and Frederick's relationship.

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"I consider us friends, Will, so outside of my office, of our sessions, I would like you to call me Hannibal."

Will smiles, "Alright, Hannibal."

His chest flutters when he sees a very rare genuine smile tug at Hannibal's mouth and for several moments a comfortable silence falls over them but Will can feel the undercurrent of tension. A taut rope that refuses to be ignored, and then it snaps.

"So, Frederick Chilton?" Hannibal phrases the man's name as a question and Will holds back a snort of laughter at the sour tone. "I was unaware you two were acquainted. I thought you didn't like psychiatrists."

"I don't. Typically they find my mind too fascinating to resist picking at, luckily Eric is more interested in my body."

The clatter of Hannibal dropping a metal container is almost deafeningly loud and makes Will flinch instinctively, even as he bites his lip to restrain from grinning. He knew Hannibal would have some sort of reaction to that statement, both the boldness of it and the nickname, but for the man to drop food is a surprise.

"Eric?" Hannibal's voice is tight as if it's taking all his control to maintain some semblance of neutrality despite the fact he has already gone way past any pretense of it.

"Oh, yes, it's what I call Frederick. Sometimes his name is a bit of a mouthful." This time Will can't keep his mirth from showing through.

All at once Will finds himself pinned by Hannibal's intense stare, those deep amber eyes burning with so much unbridled emotion it's almost overwhelming. His breath catches in his throat and he finds himself unable to move as Hannibal stalks towards him, food completely forgotten as Hannibal cages him against the table. Will is enamored with the sight of Hannibal unraveling, his breath coming in short, harsh pants, strands of hair falling from their meticulous styling to hang over Hannibal's forehead.

"What, exactly, is the nature of your relationship with Frederick Chilton?" Hannibal's voice is so low and rough it's like a growl and it makes Will shiver.

He licks his lips, not missing how Hannibal tracks the movement of his tongue, "We care about each other and we have sex. It's an open relationship and we are free to sleep with whoever else we want." Will tilts his head to the side ever so slightly and keeps his gaze locked with Hannibal's, he leans into Hannibal just a little so his words tickle against the other man's lips. "What do you want, Hannibal?"

Hannibal snarls, "You know what I want, cunning boy."

Will chuckles softly, thoroughly enjoying seeing Hannibal with his refinement stripped away. He hops up to sit on the edge of the table, Hannibal's strong arms bracketing his body, and spreads his legs to make room for Hannibal's body. The older man immediately steps forward into the cradle of his thighs and Will leans back slightly, arching his back so his hips tilt forward and his body elongates, putting on a show. He hears a tortured whine slip from Hannibal's throat, Will smirks up at him and whispers, "Say it."

"I want you."

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Rendezvous

Fandom: NBC Hannibal

Pairing: Will Graham/Frederick Chilton

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Episode: s01e06 Entrée ¦ Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence ¦ Established Relationship ¦ Friends With Benefits ¦ Fluff and Smut ¦ Gentle Kissing ¦ Blow Jobs ¦ Office Blow Jobs ¦ Come Swallowing ¦ Hand Jobs ¦ Frederick's nickname is Eric ¦ Reasons for 'Eric' specifically explained in author note ¦ no encephalitis

Word Count: 2,538

Summary: Frederick stares back at him and Will can see the smile tugging the corners of his mouth, begging to be set free. "Well, Mr Graham, alone at last. How ever will we pass the time?"

"Do you have to be such a brat?"

He simply smiles, smug and not at all repentant, and answers. "I don't know what you mean, Will."

Will levels him with an unimpressed stare. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

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Hannibal Bingo Prompt - 1x06 Entrée

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To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Here's the direct link to the Google doc with all the info!

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should i draw another slutty frederick thing. kinda in the mood for it

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i have nothing to say except that this is @lectercunt's fault

unedited pic and original message under cut:

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(Cropped) Early morning Madrid, round two

Another lil shot of Hannibal b*ttoming fr*m the t*p snuggle. Yeah. Snuggle. Absolutely.

Uncropped on Patreon <3