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amorisrat · 24 days

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Guess who updated my ancient spacedogs fic just because I remembered how much I loved it kj,fngdkjfgn

#spacedogs #adam raki #adam x nigel #hannibal extended universe #heu fanfic #nbc hannibal #fanfic #YES HELLO AFTER 84 YEARS ITS ME

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adam-raki · 6 months

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Uploaded my first fic!

It's a one-chapter short about Adam partaking in some moonwatching before bed... and Nigel trying to get him to sleep.

Feedback is appreciated!

#spacedogs #adam raki #adam 2009 #nigel charlie countryman #spacedogs fanfic #fanfic #heu fanfic

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desperatelyseekingcannibals · 9 months

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I'm Lost Too (Markus/Grigg) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Grigg (Jane Austen Book Club)/Markus (Riders of Justice) // Tagged: Post canon Martin, AU Grigg, trans male characters, trans Grigg, canon death (Markus' wife), prequel, Personal reflection, self discovery, TW for slurs, self hate, Internalised homophobia, self acceptance, confessions, kissing, hand job (on a trans man), squirting, Happy ending. Prompt fill.

Prequel to Couldn't Wait

Markus and Grigg's individual journeys of discovery lead them to each other.

I'm Lost Too (3.6k):

Markus flicked through the app, not really paying attention to any of the profiles and not swiping for any of them.

It had been three years since his wife was killed and whilst he wasn’t particularly looking for anything or anyone, his daughter kept encouraging him to meet new people. Even if just as friends, even if for a date or two. Maybe nothing more, maybe something.

Just Mathilde insisting on that had made Markus realise how much she must mean it. She'd loved her mother deeply and missed her in ways Markus hadn’t always been equipped to deal with. So for her to suggest that he needed to find someone outside of the weird little circle of friends they had grown since the accident, he had taken those words to heart.

He had made an effort. Partly.

He had set up the app, looking for 'friends, dates, maybe more', but he never really looked at any of the pretty faces that rolled by. It just became a habit for when he was bored. He’d been lucky enough to get set up in a desk job at the local barracks rather than being deployed again, now that he was a single dad and needed to take care of his daughter. So life was very different to how it had been, in so many ways.

It did mean early starts and sometimes he was home before she returned from school, and those were the times that felt incredibly empty. He hadn’t known much outside of the army, it had been his life since before he even met his wife. He didn’t know who he was without it in some form or another. But being stationed at home gave him downtime in a way he never had when deployed. Being on tour was never 9 to 5. He was never lonely, always with fellow soldiers. He didn’t know how to cope with the time he could now spend in his own head.

The time where he could explore why he joined the army, and maybe more importantly, why he’d volunteered for deployment after deployment instead of spending that time with his wife and child.

The thought made Markus’ face flush, his neck burn. Maybe things would have been different if he’d thought for one minute that he could accept who he was back when he’d been younger, instead of fighting against it. He’d done the right thing, though. That much he knew.

There was no way he was a fucking faggot.

The thought made his throat tight and he aggressively scrolled past a few more profiles and then stopped. His thumb hovering over the phone screen. He thought it was an ad or something at first, but then realised it was a profile.

The photo was blank - no image provided. And where most had profile names like “Stacey, 29, looking for fun”, this one simply said, “I’m so lost.”

Continue reading on AO3

#hannibal #hannirgam #myfic #fanfic #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal extended universe #HEU fanfic #grigg harris #the jane austen book club #grigg x markus #riders of justice #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #trans character #trans male characters

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siwer · 6 months

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haven't written in like a month, watched Adam (2009) with Hugh as an autistic character, learned about the "spacedogs" ship and i am now writing in one session a 1600 words oneshot about them. i guess you call it being inspired.

#adam (2009)#adam raki #charlie countryman #nigel #fanfic #heu #hannibal and will #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #spacedogs #nbc hannibal #hannibal #siwer says #my thoughts

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minks-country-club · 11 months

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Somewhere, where all the Hannibal Extended Universe characters are standing in a circle and seeing each other for the first time...

Nigel: What is this?

Hannibal: I believe it is called the "Hannibal Extended Universe."

Nigel: Why is it Hannibal's? Why not the "Nigel Extended Universe?"

Adam: Well technically, I suppose it should be the "Tristan Extended Universe," since he and Gallahad are the first in the chain. The originals.

Tristan and Gallahad: *Standing next to each other without a clue as to what's going on*

Everyone: *Turns to look at Nigel*

Nigel: Why you all looking at me? I'm the most normal-looking one here! *Points to Tony* You're a bald cunt, *Points to Hannibal* you look like a prick, *Points to Duncan* you look like a fucking Russian. I hate Russians. *Points to Lucas* You look like a fucking kiddy-fiddler.

Lucas: ... I'm not.

Nigel: You better fucking not be. *Points to Tristan* And you look like a fucking hobo. Those braids are gay. Seriously, when was the last time you had a fucking shower? How do you manage to braid your hair but forget everything else? *See's Adam and pulls him in close* Adam is always gorgeous. *Looks between all the long-haired clones of Adam* I do love the long hair on you, darling.

Adam: Nigel, that's not very nice to say about the others.

Nigel: It's ok, darling. They're me. They won't take it to heart.

Someone: *To Nigel* Well, I think you look like a man whore.

Nigel: *Fuming* Who the fuck said that?

Hannibal: Oh, but Nigel, you're us. I thought we wouldn't take it to heart.

#hannibal #headcanon #hannigram #fanfic promt #headcannibal #hannibal extended universe #heu #nigel x adam #adam x nigel #adam raki x nigel #adam 2009 #adam raki #will graham

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abominable-space-they · 10 months

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If AO3 is down for to much longer, I am going to be devolving into the most unhinged Hannibal/HEU crossovers

Hannigram x Spike sure

Hannigram x Constantine, fascinating implications

Hannigram & Deadpool, pls he ships them so hard with us. He loves hanging out with them he thinks their murder puns are soo funny

But then...

Venom & Hannibal would get along so well, Eddie & Will just pretending to endure these dramatic people eating queens they love, I'm not saying pwp... But also... I'm not not saying it

Le Chiffre posing as & Kidnapping Hannibal, & Will going 90's action movie, country boy with a Bowie knife medieval on some enclave of super spies during a thunderstorm (probably), to get his man back, bc no one gets to torture Hannibal Lecter except will Graham.

An expansion of my Hannibal x Lestat frenemies with benefits fic

Hannigram in peaky blinders verse

Cillian Murphy & Hugh Dancy locked in period homoerotic violence... Ijs

Mulder & Scully, & Hannigram hunting a string of strange murders, probably serial killers, that end up being The Winchesters...but set in the Grimmverse... Mostly bc I wish bad things upon Nick, acab

Hannigram in a cornucopia of Neil Gaiman worlds but in specific Hannigram making Desire punch drunk and also grumpy, being friends with death(obv), and Hannigram going on very civilized lunch dates with Crowley & Azriphale

We all need Ao3 to come back before shit starts getting real weird over here... So much weirder...

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saint-hannibal · 11 months

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…and is ready to take YOUR prompts!

Open to:

Dead Dove (MCD included!)

Omegaverse

NSFW Smut

Heavy angst and hurt no comfort

and more!

Only Hannigram and HEU pairings (ie. Spacedogs, Roardogs, Dogsdogs, etc!)

xoxo !

special thanks to @lectercunt for the image!

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thedarkmongoose · 10 months

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Title: At the Edge of the Universe (I’ll Be There)

Pairing: Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki (Adam)

AO3: READ HERE

Rating: Mature

Summary: Adam loses his job and Nigel loses his mind — but their lives converge over a croissant.

#fic: At the Edge of the Universe (I’ll Be There)#At the Edge of the Universe (I’ll Be There)#hannigram #hannibal x will #spacedogs #nigel x adam #adam raki #heu #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #writing

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eggcompany · 2 months

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Corner Store Peepshow

Adam was a creature of habit. Good or Bad. He liked getting up and eating breakfast and doing his chores and sitting under his window and watching his neighbor Mister jerk off. He liked using his toys and cumming with Mister or watching Mister have sex or smoke. That is until he met mister and they started playing a game. And the Mister stopped playing.

Adam can't say no when Nigel offers to show him how much he's missed the little angel.

Adam liked his new apartment. He liked being on the fourth floor, he liked that he had blue walls, he liked that the bathroom had a window by the shower, he liked the wood floors, he liked the fact he could sit in the kitchen and see the street and go to his bedroom and see the apartments next door.

He really liked seeing the apartments next door. He liked that the building next door was a little shorter, the windows slightly lower than his own. He liked that the man who lived in the apartment which had windows facing Adam’s was very very attractive. And often naked or mostly so.

Adam was a creature of habit. It was just who he was. He was designed for habits. Good or Bad. Personally he didn’t think it was a bad habit to sit on his little blue area rug by the window and touch himself to the older man across the way. He liked when he came home from working at the theater, running the projector and fixing the machines, the man was usually standing outside smoking. Adam didn’t speak to him, it was rude to interrupt someone. But he certainly looked . The man whom he often just called Mister, was tall and tan and had big strong hands. Adam liked those hands, always thought they looked strong and sure.

The first time was the best, in Adam’s opinion. He’d been watching Mister walk around his flat for a few weeks. He’d noticed all the funny little things the man did. The way Mister often brought home girls who were very drunk and had sex on the couch or even on the floor, the way Mister liked to drink bottles of beer but cans of something else, and the way he paces when he talks on the phone. Adam thought it was calming to watch Mister pace by the window.

But then Mister started sitting on the couch right where Adam could see, and jerking off. It had been late one night, it was a Tuesday, Adam was sitting by his window reading a new book he’d found. He wasn’t looking at Mister's apartment… he just glanced over and Mister was there, big cock in his hand, head thrown back, it was beautiful. Adam couldn’t help but reach down and rub himself over top of his pajama pants, hot and needy. After that first orgasm Adam felt good and happy. Surely Mister did too by the amount of cum that had spilled over his fist.

Adam liked his new place. He liked his neighbor. He liked his new routine.

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Nigel liked the new flat. It was fine. Good deadbolts, warm, window didn’t leak, neighbors didn’t bother him, and the window that looked out to the alley was dead on with a brick wall. Perfect. He could walk around comfortably. Comfortable to Nigel meant naked. So he didn’t bother putting on clothes before he had to. He threw on whatever pair of pants was the cleanest, forgoing underwear, and whatever shirt was closest when he wanted to go out and smoke.

He liked that no one bothered him when he had a smoke before heading to the strip club he was security at. He also liked watching the people come and go. Especially the little doll that lived next door. He was fucking beautiful, pale, short, mop of curly hair, ocean blue eyes, and a cute little ass that filled out his slacks nicely. He liked pretending not to notice when the boy stared at him, only catching the boy’s eyes for a moment before he was scurrying away from Nigel and his smoke. He liked noticing that the boy never walked with anyone or talked to anyone or was with anyone. Alone in his apartment, Nigel grinned about it, at least he knew the boy was old enough to have his own apartment. Legal.

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One rainy day their paths finally ran right into each other. Well Adam ran right into Nigel at the corner store by the apartments. Adam immediately started picking up his stack of frozen meals and his copy of Sky & Telescope Magazine, getting on his knees on the wet and muddy floor.

“I’m sorry I had them stacked up too tall, I’m sorry Sir” Adam started apologizing as he restacked the meals, making sure they were all facing the same way.

“It’s alright, baby, here, allow me” Nigel said coolly and reached down, picking up the stacks of meals and setting them back on the counter.

“I wasn’t watching where I was going, I should be more careful. I don’t want to accidentally open any of my food. These are all they have.” Adam said and grabbed the last few frozen meals and his magazine, now wet and wrinkling. He frowned at the booklet before turning around and marching back to the rack to get a new one.

“You live in the apartments next to mine. I see you walking home sometimes, sweetheart.” Nigel said as Adam put his magazine on top of his meals. Adam shook his head, turning to look at Nigel’s shoulder.

“My name’s Adam, not sweetheart. And you live in the apartment under my window and you smoke red pack cigarettes. I see you smoking when I come home and when I look out of my window I see your apartment.” Adam said and turned a pink color after remembering that morning looking into Mister’s apartment. He’d been sitting on the couch stroking himself, which happened a lot, one arm across the back of the couch, one arm working himself over. Adam got himself off, just like usual, sitting under his window, knees tucked under himself, tissue box sat on the window sill, toys pulled from the drawer.

“You watch me through your window? You can see in my apartment?” Nigel asked, confused, he thought no one could see in. He certainly couldn’t see another window. Adam was pulling out his debit card to pay for his two bags of food, eyes flashing around, not quite landing anywhere.

“Yes I can see it, you can see mine if you look up. The buildings are uneven, I can’t see in anyone else’s. Just yours.” Adam answered, grabbing his groceries and headed toward the door, Nigel chasing after him.

The older man couldn’t help but smile. This cute, nerdy little guy was a peeping tom? He wondered if Adam even saw him naked, he had to have, had to have caught a glimpse at the very least. Hell he wouldn’t be surprised if the boy had seen him getting off or fucking one of the little broads he brought home.

“Peeping tom, huh? I’m sure you get quite the show then, don’t you Baby?” Nigel asked as he followed Adam through the rain, making their way back to the apartments. Adam huffed and shook his head again, he didn’t want to be called tom or baby. Those weren’t his name.

“My name isn’t tom or baby, I am not a baby, my name is Adam.” He corrected and Nigel let out a laugh. This beauty sure was odd. Stunning though especially with the water dripping from the coils that were tightening up on his head.

“Alright Adam, if you’re not watching me through the window then I guess we’re done. I’ll see you around, pretty boy.” Nigel said as he stopped in front of his own apartments and watched Adam walk up the few steps to his own building.

Adam. Adam . Little Pervert. Could be fun to play with.

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Sure enough when Nigel stood with his nose nearly against the glass, he could see Adam’s window. He could make out a painted ceiling, stars or constellations or some shit. Cheater, Nigel thought as he dragged his lazy chair to sit under the window, giving Adam a real show. Maybe that would make the cute little thing second guess what he really wanted. Nigel liked playing with those shy types, the ones that would flaunt themselves before shying away, begging to be caught up and given a good time.

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Adam learned very quickly that the man next door apparently liked to touch himself a lot . Every time Adam went to the window before he went to work or during the day on the weekends, Mister was in his new chair by the window touching himself. Adam also learned that apparently Mister thought it was funny because everytime Adam came and peaked back over the window sill to see if Mister came too, he was looking up at Adam, being able to just catch Adam’s eyes.

It made Adam feel embarrassed but also… turned on even more. Just knowing Mister knew what he was doing, knowing Mister liked what Adam was doing, knowing Mister was doing it all on purpose, it made Adam feel… special. He liked the special attention.

Adam didn’t see Mister smoking outside much anymore though, which made him happy. Smoking was a bad habit. Yucky. He liked thinking Mister wasn’t smoking much anymore. He just felt happy knowing him and Mister had something going on. They were friends. And that made Adam feel so happy. The orgasms also made him happy.

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And then, one day, Mister closed his curtains. He closed them and clipped them shut and hung up blankets and made sure nothing could be seen through that window. And he kept them that way.

Adam was sad. Touching himself with Mister had become a part of his routine. He woke up, brushed his teeth, ate breakfast, cleaned the dishes, cleaned the table, swept, and by then Mister would be in his chair by the window. But now Adam just sat by his window for 4 minutes staring at the neighbors closed curtains before moving on and getting his shower. He’d be wet and hot in his underoos by the time he’d sit by his window, his body knew his routine. It made him sad to know Mister didn’t like him anymore… or worse, he hated Adam.

-0-0-0-0-

Nigel was going to show that little tease what it’s like. After two months of pressing his face against the cold window to catch a glimpse of Adam’s head thrown back in ecstasy, to see his hair bouncing with the effort of working himself over, to be waiting to see his eyes, satisfied and sweet, before they dash away in embarrassment, he was done.

He felt stuck. Stuck between getting head from girls at the club and drinking himself to sleep. Stuck between trying to find a girlfriend and going out to find a man to fuck. Stuck between craving, obsessing over, needing, yearning, fucking dreaming of Adam and going without.

He needed that soft pale skin. He needed those ocean blue eyes crying on his dick and that odd way he speaks, he needed those soft lips on his own and those quick slender hands held between his own. He needed to kiss marks down that neck, over that soft yet slim middle, those plush thighs, that tender ass. He needed it. Like a rabid dog he needed Adam.

Either Adam was going to move on or he was going to find Nigel. It was Adam’s choice. Nigel couldn’t even withstand seeing Adam on the street anymore, feeling like dragging the boy to his apartment and fucking no matter what. It had to be up to Adam.

-0-0-0-0-

Would have been handy to have mentioned that to Adam.

Because by day five he was distraught. He just sat by the window waiting. He thought maybe Mister was working at night so he was sleeping during the day. So he stayed up all night waiting to see if Mister was opening the curtain when he got home. But Mister never did. And Mister wasn’t smoking outside like usual.

So Adam came to the realization that Mister must either hate him, have reported him to the police, or didn’t like men. And that hurt . He thought him and Mister had something going on. Which only made it hurt more.

Adam didn’t like it. He liked Mister. He wanted Mister.

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Adam didn’t even notice the people on the stoop of the neighboring building. He was walking home, head down, bookbag strap clutched up in his hands, frown heavy on his lips. At least not until the smell of those red pack cigarettes reached his nose.

“Mister” He breathed out and the older man was walking up to him, away from the group of foreign speaking people he’d been attached to. Nigel stopped right in front of him, eyebrow raised, waiting. His eyes… like a predator that had stumbled upon sleeping prey.

“Mister I thought maybe you moved or or you hated me or you went to the police or or something. I’m sorry, I’ll stop if you wa-” Adam started, tears burning his eyes. Nigel held up his hand, quieting the boy. He shook his head, a pleased smile cracking across his face.

“I thought you’d last longer. Miss seeing me that much, baby?” Nigel asked as his hand without a cigarette reached down to adjust himself in his jeans. He had to admit it had been rough without that teasing little pervert to cum for. He missed Adam’s eyes, especially the ones that were rimmed with tears staring over his shoulder right then.

“My name’s Adam, not baby, and I missed you, Mister. I-I thought you hated me.” Adam said and wiped at his eyes with his sweater sleeve, sniffing as he did so creating a cute scrunch of his nose. Nigel huffed and moved to cradle the boy’s jaw in his hand, making him face Nigel, eye’s still cast aside, but face up.

“Nigel, that’s my name, not Mister. Say you missed my cock, darling Adam.” Nigel said lowly, eyes watching Adam’s trembling bottom lip. Adam turned into the large warm palm on his face, soft lips grazing it as he spoke.

“I missed you Mister Nigel, I missed seeing you, seeing your… your cock” Adam said, nervous as there were people on the sidewalk walking and the people in front of Nigel’s building. Nigel smirked as he let his thumb coast across the soft planes of Adam’s face, his cheekbones, his nose, his plush lips.

“I’m sure you did, you little perverted doll. Do you want me to show you how much I’ve missed you ?” Nigel asked, leaning down to nuzzle at Adam’s ear, lips grazing across the boy's cheek.

“Yes please if that includes sex.” Adam answered hoping sex would be a part of it. He liked sex. He didn’t have to often because he never really felt the need to have sex with anyone but sex with Nigel would be great. It just would be.

Nigel couldn’t help the laugh that cracked from him. Adam was something different. A whole different animal, a different dance, it wasn’t a hunt. It was a mouse crawling into the lion’s mouth and smiling.

“Yes, lamb, it will be sex.” Nigel said and watched Adam light up, smile spreading across his blushing face. It was fucking stunning.

“Then we should go to my apartment, my bed doesn’t squeak and I like sex in my home, please.” Adam said and grabbed Nigel’s hand. Nigel looked down at it. Adam has little hands, smaller than his own. Cold little things with nicely trimmed nails and soft pale skin.

“Lead the way, darling Adam.” Nigel said and Adam was confidently walking to his own building, marching up the stairs without letting go of Nigel’s hand.

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The older man looked around the apartment as Adam relocked the door and took his shoes off. Nigel kicked his own slip ons off, near the neat line of Adam’s shoes by the door. The apartment was neat, almost like a staged house. There was one of everything, a place made for one person. There were notebooks stacked on the kitchen table, lists on the fridge, clean floors. The bedroom door was open, Nigel peaked over into the room. Blue bedding, a striped duvet, space posters covering the walls, a desk covered in thick books and a small laptop. And a special spot under the window.

“Is that where you watch me? You sit on your little spot and jerk yourself off?” Nigel asked as he spotted the little nest under the window. A fluffy blue area rug with a little circular pillow that looked like a moon, there was a small side table next to it, just two drawers and a top. He stepped towards it, toeing at the edge of the carpet as Adam caught up to him, now without his sweater or belt.

“I don’t do much jerking off. Mostly grinding.” Adam corrected and walked over to his spot. He peaked over the ledge into Nigel’s apartment, feeling a ping of happiness that Nigel wasn’t there. Nigel was in his apartment. He bent over and opened the bottom drawer, standing triumphantly beside it. Nigel smirked and looked into the drawer, shocked as soon as his eyes fell on the items inside.

“Oh you little freak… look at this shit” Nigel said and squatted down, digging through the piles of silicone and realistic plastic. He shook his head as he took in the sheer variety of toys. Small vibrators, realistic dildos, heating dildos, brightly colored featureless shafts, large plates of texture, tie dye style things shaped like monsters or tentacles.

“I use most of them but I usually only use two of them when I play with you. I use this one it’s- it’s my favorite grind mat and this one is my favorite to go inside.” Adam explained and grabbed two of the toys. A blue and white mat, covered in spikes with a hole through it, and a plain clear dildo about eight inches long, which Adam prompted threaded through the hole in the mat.

He held them out, showing Nigel. It was… fuck Nigel thought it was so cute. Even with sex toys being shoved at his face, the look on Adam’s face, pride, it was so cute. Nigel couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow though, he’d seen these kinds of toys. They were to rub on. For women to rub on.

“Aren’t these usually for women, darling?” Nigel asked and took the toys. They were surprisingly heavy in his hand as he felt the rounded spikes on the mat and the fakely veined shaft.

“Oh I have a vagina.” Adam said plainly and watched as Nigel froze.

“Oh… Oh .” Was all Nigel could force out as his mind melted. Adam was one of those special boys. The thoughts of Adam jerking himself off with Nigel faded from the older man’s mind and instead was replaced with images of Adam wet and desperate as he rubbed and fucked himself trying to keep up with Nigel’s own pleasure. Nigel felt himself throb in his pants, suddenly dizzy with want.

“Will you still have sex with me? As a boy.” Adam asked, concern heavy in his voice as he took the toys from Nigel’s hands. Looking almost coy as he waited for the other man to answer. He put the toy’s back in the drawer but didn’t shut it. Nigel blinked a few times before standing back up, cradling Adam’s jaw, thumb skating across the soft skin.

“Of course darling, you’re the same Adam. Just with a little surprise. Why don’t you lay down and show me what you’ve been hiding all this time? Hm?” Nigel suggested and Adam looked up at him, smiling. His excitement was clear on his face as he quickly pulled his shirt off, leaving him in a white tank top style binder.

“I usually don’t take this off because people then people think my chest is ugly. Can I take it off or should I keep it on?” Adam asked and unbuttoned his slacks. Nigel shook his head and grabbed the bottom of the shirt. He’d seen some ugly tits, he was sure Adam was perfect under the thick white fabric. Nigel wanted the boy naked, and quickly.

“Take it all off, darling, I want to see all of you. I missed you, remember, I want to show you just how much I missed all of you.” Nigel said and pulled the fabric up, pulling as Adam wiggled free.

Fuck, Nigel thought as he watched Adam move his shoulders around. It was like he was made to be marked up. Perfect milky skin with the lightest dotting of pale freckles, a slight softness to his belly, and perfect handfuls of softness and cute little powder pink nipples.

“That’s fucking stunning.” Nigel said and cupped Adam’s measly chest, loving how soft and supple the skin there was. He gave Adam a light squeeze, trying not to laugh at the squeak the boy let out as his knee jerked up. Adam lost his breath, looking down at Nigel’s tan hands as they massaged the incredibly sensitive flesh.

“These are cute. Now show me what else you’ve got for me.” Nigel growled into Adam’s ear, as he gave the soft mounds one more squeeze, catching Adam’s nipples between his fingers when he pulled away. Adam cried out but shoved his pants and astronaut print briefs down his legs, kicking them away.

Nigel looked over Adam’s body. A porcelain doll. Perfect skin, dark hair on his legs and arms, shaved armpits, trimmed pubes, soft belly, plush thighs and ass, and crystal blue eyes that were staring directly at the bulge in Nigel’s pants.

“No wonder you hide under all those clothes. Men would be dropping dead at your feet. Lay down.” Nigel ordered and Adam smiled and laid down on his back on his bed. He moved so he was in the center of the bed, head laying on his pillow. Nigel watched as he unbuttoned his own shirt and pants, letting the shirt drop from his shoulders. He stood at the foot of the bed, waiting for Adam to spread his legs but the boy kept them shut.

“Condoms, darling?” Nigel asked and Adam was sitting up, getting on his hands and knees to rummage through his bedside table. Nigel shoved his own pants and underwear away to get a hand on his cock as he caught sight of Adam’s soaked cunt as the boy bent over.

“I only have two of them. I don’t like buying them.” Adam said and held two silver packets in his hand, he laid back down as Nigel crawled onto the bed. Nigel took the rubbers and set them to the side as he crawled over Adam’s body.

“You’re big” Adam said breathlessly as Nigel’s cock laid across the boy’s hip and stomach. Nigel huffed and smiled, leaning down to kiss Adam, keeping himself with one arm as the other rubbed up and down the boy’s side.

Adam was breathless, trembling, hips twitching up as Nigel kissed him fiercely. He wrapped his arms around the older man’s shoulders, holding on tightly, as he let out cries each time Nigel pinched his nipple or grabbed his thigh or ass.

“So soft, so nice, good boy Adam” Nigel whispered into the blushing skin of Adam’s neck.He kissed his way down the boy’s neck, sucking dark spots across it, marking him for everyone to see, before moving down his body to suck on his nipples. Adam was screaming, hands nearly ripping the hair from Nigel’s head, he couldn’t keep his hips from bucking and jumping where they were trapped under Nigel’s torso. Adam was breathing heavily, each breath getting more chopped up as tears wet his eyes and slipped down his cheeks.

“Mouthy, you’ll bother the neighbors, sweet Adam. Maybe I shouldn’t tease you.” Nigek finally said and planted more tongue filled kisses onto Adam who tried his best to keep up. Adam was shivering, hands grabbing onto Nigel’s arms, his shoulders, the back of neck, anywhere he could, like Nigel was his lifeline.

“Please Mister Nigel” Adam choked out as Nigel sat up, backing away from the boy’s body. Nigel looked down at him, his blush that spilled from his cheeks down to his chest, his shaking hands, and on the way his legs spread to show the way he’d already made the blanket below him wet.

“Fuck me, come on sweetheart” Nigel said as his brain lost the last bit of sanity it held. He ripped open one of the condoms, rolling it on quickly before leaning back over Adam who wrapped his arms around the older man's shoulders and his legs around his hips.

Adam was looking up at Nigel, mouth open and panting, eyes rimmed red but shining blue. He was waiting for Nigel. And Nigel stared right back.

Nigel used one hand to line himself up, growling at the wet heat pouring off the boy. He bit his own lip as he pushed in wanting to enjoy Adam’s squeaky noises before the boy let out a long deeper moan once Nigel bottomed out.

“Big” Adam bit out as he held on tighter to Nigel, they couldn’t get any closer, Adam’s face shoved into the crook of Nigel’s neck.

Nigel let his hands dance across Adam’s smooth skin. He was un-fucking-fair. Tight, burning hot, soft, soaking wet, and breath catching in little ‘ ngh ngh ngh’ s as Nigel thrusted in and out of him with a steady rhythm. Adam held on, entire body moving with each of Nigel thrusts, high pitched cries flowing from him as Nigel speeded up, unable to hold back.

“Adam, darling, such a good fucking doll, so wet, such a nice little fuck thing” Nigel growled out as he got close, hips slamming into the soft backs of Adam’s thighs, the noise filling up the space. Adam whined and squeezed his legs together, cunt squeezing down on Nigel in a twitchy sequence before Adam was shoving his hand down between them, cold fingers skating down their bellies until he could rub on his clit.

“Please mister Nigel, please please please” Adam begged as his own hips began to buck around, clenching down tightly each time his fingers caught his clit in just the right way. Nigel grunted as he felt himself start to lose it, leaning down to kiss and lick at Adam’s mouth, needing a taste.

“Cum for me Adam, fucking cum on my cock” Nigel ordered as he slammed into Adam a few times before emptying into the condom. Adam cried out, screaming as his entire body shook, jerking and jumping with the shocks of his orgasm. Nigel pulled out, quickly got rid of the full condom before running his hands over Adam’s trembling body.

He looked at the bedside and thankfully found a box of tissues, the fancy ones with lotion. He started with Adam’s face, wiping away the tears from his closed eyes. The boy was panting, chest rising and falling with heaving breaths. It was almost hypnotizing watching the boy’s small chest moving with each breath, Nigel couldn’t help but cupping one of the boy’s breasts, feeling the soft tissue move. He ran his thumb over a perky pebbled nipple before getting another tissue and cleaning himself off and then wiping away some of the mess from Adam.

“Again?” Adam said in a slurred way, eyes all unfocused and lost. Nigel shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to Adam’s lips.

“Not again. You’ve got your bed all messy. You wanna get a bath, darling?” Nigel explained and rubbed the soft baby hairs on the boy’s stomach. Adam hummed and smiled, nodding.

“I don’t have a bath. I have a shower. Also I can’t walk there, my legs are all sleepy.” Adam explained and Nigel laughed. Adam was so strange. He liked it.

“I’ll go get washed up and then I can help you. You can’t sleep in this puddle of cum you’ve made, babydoll.” Nigel explained. Adam nodded and pointed toward the bathroom door.

Soon enough Nigel was clean and back in his underwear, carrying Adam like a bride to the bathroom. And then Adam was washed, and dressed in Nigel’s button up and a clean pair of tighty whities. Soggy comforter discarded to the floor, and both men cuddled up in the darkness of Adam’s room.

“Are we going to have sex again?” Adam asked as he was cuddled up as the little spoon, Nigel’s hand was lightly rubbing over Adam’s breasts, just enjoying them.

“Now?” Nigel asked and thought of weather or not he could get back up.

“Whenever you want. I like sex, I think of it all the time, especially with you. Whatever kind you want except I don’t like putting my mouth on penises, I think they feel yucky.” Adam explained plainly. Nigel laughed and shook his head, hugging the boy tightly again, kissing the back of his neck softly.

Strange perverted cute special boy.

“We can have sex after dinner.” Nigel said and Adam smiled.

“I eat fro-” Adam was about to explain how he didn’t like to eat other things but Nigel beat him too it.

“Frozen dinners. I know, love. I’ll order takeout and you can have your dinner.” Nigel said and Adam felt a strange feeling in his belly. It was nice. Mister was such a nice man, he hoped they could have more sex.

#fanfic #egg_company #smut tag #adam 2009 #adam raki #nigel charlie countryman #trans adam raki #neighbors au #charlie countryman #hannibal extended universe #heu

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bayraktarka-hanma · 1 year

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Hannibal pins Will against the ladder, and Will forgets to exhale, it's so unexpected. Wide blue eyes search the eyes opposite for an answer as Lecter delicately holds his wrists on either sides of his torso. Graham sees something new in Hannibal's gaze. Something dark, unexplored and alluring. How tempting this darkness is!... The profiler reached out to the doctor, parting his parched lips. And he carefully and gently touches these lips with his own. Just for a moment, so as not to frighten Will. Otherwise, the prey will escape.

[Love is art]

#fanfic #укртумбочка #укртамблер #hannibal and will #hannigram #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #HEU #headcanons #hannigram kiss #ганнібал #ганнібал і вілл #hannibal extended universe

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thearoacemess · 11 months

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His Darling Star

Nigel groaned as the groceries threatened to fall out of the paper bag. Had he known that he had to balance it all like an experienced juggler all the way from the grocery store, he would have gotten a bigger one. As if he didn't feel like a clown already, the universe is out there to prove it. Well, it wasn’t entirely his fault. He would have gotten a bigger one if the lady at the counter hadn’t been hitting on him so blatantly. He just wanted to get as far away from her as he could as fast as he could.

Normally he would bask in the compliments, but now that he has found Adam, he is the only one he needs. He doesn't want his angel to get jealous. Well, what would his darling do if he was there? Nigel chuckled, thinking about how it would have gone down if Adam had been there. Adam would just straight up tell her not to flirt with his boyfriend. Oh, how badly Nigel wanted to see the lady's face after she realises that he belonged to someone so gorgeous, someone she could never compete with. No one was and ever would be able to compare to his star, so beautiful and intelligent, perfect from every angle.

Nigel carefully went up the stairs and fumbled the keys out of his pocket, hugging the bag close to his chest and praying that nothing would fall. He somehow managed to open the door without dropping anything.

"Star? A little help?"

No answer.

"Adam, darling?"

Silence.

Nigel went to the kitchen. There was no sign of Adam. He should have been home by now. Typically, his star wasn’t the one to break routine. He gave a quick glance at the oven clock.

8 pm.

Adam should be cooking his mac and cheese at this time. He should have placed the boiling pot of Instant Mac on the stove and should be getting the laptop ready to watch one of his documentaries. He'd seen Adam follow this routine ever since he started dating him. In those two years, he had never seen Adam drift from his routine. He placed the groceries on the kitchen counter for now. Organising them could wait. Next on the list, find Adam.

Find the rest here

#FAD server #Nigel (Charlie Countryman)#Adam Raki #HEU #Fanfic

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adam-raki · 2 months

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Hey! I started writing another fic- this one is a lot longer. The first chapter is out.

#adam raki #spacedogs #adam 2009 #nigel charlie countryman #spacedogs fanfic #hannigram extended universe #heu

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desperatelyseekingcannibals · 9 months

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Inhale (Hannigram AU)

Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Hannibal Lecter, Omega Will Graham, Mating Run, attempted forced mating (not between mains), Will pretending to be a beta, Hunting, Canon-Typical Violence, manipulation, getting to know each other, mutual attraction, conspiring, faking it but totally not really, sex, public sex, televised sex, biting, bonding, knotting, repercussions, CW: guns, gun violence, escape, attack, injury, Hannibal & HEU Pick A Prompt, Happy ending.

Will could feel the way his lungs tightened with every inhale, how he expelled blood with every exhale, droplets of crimson speckling his lips, spraying a tint of red fog into the air.

When Will Graham is discovered to be an omega hiding as a beta, he is turned over to the appropriate authorities and entered into The Mating Run, a televised spectacular where wild omegas are tamed and forcibly mated. Hannibal is intrigued.

Inhale - seven chapters, 17k words

“Look at the crowd,” the commentator’s voice rang out around the large arena, piped in through a tannoy and echoing off of the electro-magnetic field that enclosed the dome. “They are going wild for this omega! Can you believe it!”

Will could feel the way his lungs tightened with every inhale, how he expelled blood with every exhale, droplets of crimson speckling his lips, spraying a tint of red fog into the air.

It felt as though time slowed down with each shaky breath before action.

He reared back and let out a roar as he pushed the alpha off, smashing his head back so that it connected with the alpha’s nose. An arc of blood splattered across the sand with little pitter patter sounds that had become all too familiar.

Will roared again the alpha released him and slumped to the ground behind him.

He couldn’t see the crowds around the dome, couldn’t see the commentators or the cameras live televising the mating run, but he knew they were there watching over the various sections of his current home. No doubt all completely focused on where he stood in the sanded area near the entry to the dome itself.

Will staggered forward, his hand going to his ribs. Bruised, but not broken, he knew from experience. This alpha had been the toughest in a while and that was saying something. One more blow to incapacitate him. Will would only kill him if he had no other choice.

Pressing the alpha into the sand, Will straddled him. The alpha’s eyes went wide right before Will landed the first blow and the resulting crack seemed to echo around them. Will hit again, and again almost in a frenzy.

“Have you ever seen another omega like this?” One commentator asked.

“Never, Jimmy. The way he incapacitates the alphas is phenomenal. One might even say, "intimate.”

“I agree, Brian. Most omega’s tactics are much more standoffish, favouring the use of projectiles where they can. This omega has no fear of getting up close and personal with the alphas.”

“It’s a sight to see, Jimmy. That’s for sure.”

Will landed one more blow and the alpha went limp. He was still breathing, though it was a wet sound, blood bubbling from his mouth as he did so. But he was still alive.

When Will stood, relieving the pressure on the alpha’s chest, he began to cough. Will pushed him with his foot so that he rolled onto his side, choking up blood onto the sand so that he didn’t suffocate on it.

He watched the alpha breath for a moment before letting out a long breath of his own, more red droplets spraying into the humid air. And then another deep inhale.

Will stalked off towards the wooded zone, away from the open area of the arena. He’d lay low again and wait until the next alpha was sent in to flush him out, to hunt him.

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#hannibal #hannigram #hannigram au #fanfic #omegaverse #alpha/omega #hannibal lecter #will graham #myfic #alpha hannibal #omega will #Hannibal & HEU Pick A Prompt

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minks-country-club · 9 months

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I know this has technically been done before countless times, and I really love Adelisa_b 's fanfic "Point of Inversion" on Ao3

But I'm saying it anyways.

Spacedogs but in a "Killing Stalking" au.

PLEASE POINT ME IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION IF YOU KNOW A FANFIC LIKE THIS

#fanfiction #fanfic promt #fanfic #headcanon #heu #headcannibal #spacedogs #hannibal extended universe #nigel charlie countryman #nigel x adam #adam x nigel #adam raki x nigel #adam raki #adam 2009 #the necessary death of charlie countryman #charlie countryman #killing stalking

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abominable-space-they · 1 year

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Do You Know Where The Wild Roses Grow?

Will Graham vs Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter + Baby Buster Pup

"My war isn't with you Detective Graham. I severed her spinal column with a single shot. You're alive because I want you to be"

Will's vision was blurring around the edges. Did the bullet nick his lung? Pain, blood loss, and adrenaline were making it difficult to think. What the fuck just happened? He spit blood in the man's direction, if he was gonna die, he'd die fighting.

"How the hell do you know who I am?"

"I like to know the players. It helps me know as many potential outcomes as possible. I admit coming back was a mistake I won't make again. We don't have to be enemies Detective. You had a nomadic childhood too, an abusive father and a non-existent mother. You made detective early but now you're always in trouble for not following the asinine rules, for losing your temper. You have a violent streak Detective. We're not unalike you and I. This doesn't have to be a war. I did what I needed to do, it's over. Leave it alone"

"I'm nothing like you, and I'm gonna do my job, catch you-"

*Beep

"Fine have it your way"

The man was on him in a second, choking him. Will cursed as his world faded to black. At least he died fighting...

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Beep

Beep beep

Beep beep beep beep*

Will woke up in the hospital with a start. He was alive? He didn't expect to live.