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erlin-009 · 1 day
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Bathtime 💖
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rocktheholygrail · 2 days
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3x01 || 3x12
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hughdancybabyface · 3 days
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Hannibal Season2 Gag Reel
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Savoureux
I got this pose reference from IWTV tv version
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tethered-heartstrings · 16 hours
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morgodrawings · 2 days
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The beauty of Will Graham.
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undercovercannibal · 2 days
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“While hunched over the gasping Abigail Hobbs, Lecter looks at Graham like a man who has perhaps found his soulmate.”
— “The Minnesota Shrike”, The Art and Making of Hannibal
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mooliciousmilk · 1 day
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this magnificent artist ... @sunnnliwx is their @ on most things I believe . please show your support because this is absolutely beautiful .
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hannibal is so fucking stupid because i feel like there's other steps you can take before immediately jumping to "i have to eat him." the fuck you do??? you can ask him out like a regular guy???? you could, idk apologize for fucking stabbing him???? apologize for killing his fucking child???? tell him you love him???? use your words cannibal man you're 50 years old you're not a teenager. grow the fuck up.
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honeygrahambitch · 3 days
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You know, we only see Hannibal sniffing Will two times. Once when he detects his encephalitis and then in Mizumono when he smells Freddie. But that doesn't mean he didn't smell him periodically. And I am sure he did. We never find out how Will smells like to Hannibal without his encephalitis. He for sure feels more than that horrendous aftershave. I demand to know.
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suchawrathfullamb · 3 days
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in the first episode, Will says "my thoughts are often not tasty" and Hannibal says "neither are mine" okay tell us about it then, tell us about your not-tasty thoughts, doctor lecter, the people wanna know
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angllqvr · 2 days
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“trans will” this “trans will” that. what about trans hannibal. what if they were t4t. then what
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3x06 || 3x09
how will graham talks to the love of his life who gutted him and left him bleeding out on the kitchen floor vs. how he talks to his wife
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hughdancybabyface · 15 hours
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Hannibal s3e1 | s3e10 —Hannigram Sassy girls moments
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Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides // Hannibal, NBC.
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coryosbaby · 2 days
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You fog up my brain, you make me insane… Hannibal Lecter x fem! Reader
Synopsis: examining your shared obsession
content warning . 18+, MDNI oral fixations, codependency, heavy biting kink, mentions of cannibalism. Blood, teeth, and body worship
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Hannibal opens his mouth for her whenever she asks. Nimble, soft padded fingertips touch the tip of his tongue and move even further. Over his teeth, the expanse of his gums. She rubs her tongue over her own canines in retaliation. The urge to bite into him is so incredibly chastising.
She almost does it, a few times. When his throat is close, she leaves a few marks. Her teeth sink into him and leave a clear indent, though she vows never to reveal muscle, blood, or bone. Her hands run through his hair, and she douses her own in his shampoo when she’s in the shower. His nails are clipped short; she bites hers clear down to the nub. He tells her to kiss him, and she does— teeth biting his lip, tongue roaming that mouth she loves oh so much. Close to drawing blood, but not quite.
Until he tells her to. One mindless, rainy night, her body is sprawled out on top of his, thighs on either side of his hips. The ribbon in her hair is the only thing you could consider covering her. And him, the rings adorning his fingers. His bare chest is enticing, and she leaves sweet lipstick prints along the skin. He soothes her heated neck with his hand, proving coolness and relief. She runs her blunt nails through the hair peppering his chest.
“I want to crawl inside your skin and never leave.” She mumbles, her face nuzzling him.
He doesn’t find this to be scary, or vile. He feels exactly the same way, and nods along. He trails a finger up her hip and back down again.
“I would let you,” and then, as his nose moves up to nuzzle her own, “you’re special.”
Her lashes flutter and she sighs in content. His arms wrap around her back and he pulls her down to his lips. When he kisses her, it’s on the cheeks, forehead, and nose.
“My special girl.”
A small smile, pouty lips kissing him right back. She grabs his much larger hand into her own, presses his wrist to her lips and feels the heartbeat underneath the skin.
He licks his lips and guides her hand to his torso, settling right above his navel.
“Bite me here,” he murmurs, and she lets out a tiny squeak.
“What?”
“Here. Bite me here, I want to feel your teeth.”
She can never deny him, and she would never dare question him. She moves lower so her head is face to face with his waist. Her teeth scrape against his flesh, tasting sweat and skin.
Hannibal. She tastes Hannibal.
She bites, hard. The older man below her lets out a groan, feeling her break the skin and draw red rivulets of blood, finally.
She’s no vampire, of course. But his blood fills something in her— a completion. A promise.
When she pulls away, her teeth are red. The large indentation on his skin makes her rut down against his thigh. Her fingers slip against the wound as she adjusts— a happy little accident. She presses them into his mouth and feels the soft expanse of his tongue and his teeth. He stares up at her as he sucks them. He releases them from his mouth with a lewd pop, inhaling through his teeth. She tilts her head, almost in awe of him.
“You’re beautiful.” she says timidly.
He smiles softly.
“And you’re perfect, you know,” he replies. “Anyone would be a fool not to worship you, darling.”
Heat creeps up her neck, and when the man reaches up to tug the pink ribbon out of her hair, she whines.
“It took me forever to do my hair like this!” she exclaims.
“Mmm..” Hannibal replies, and looks at her hair, as if examining. “I already ruined it when I was fucking you, don’t you think?”
She flushes. The man below her begins wrapping the ribbon around her head. Her brows furrow, but not before they’re raising as he slips the ribbon into her mouth and gags her with it.
“Need to muzzle you good, don’t I? Since you love biting me so much.”
He watches the way her drool begins soaking through the fabric. Seeing her distraught face, he coos, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweet girl. But you need to be controlled, disciplined,” and then, “You know I only want what’s best for you.”
She whimpers, hips grinding down onto his crotch. He’s hard now, leaking and ready to slip inside her, and that he does. Spreading her cheeks apart, his tip probes her already filled hole. He had fucked her an hour before, filled her to the brim with his seed, and now he intends to do it again.
He sheathes inside in one go. Her eyes roll back, clit throbbing as he flattens his feet on the bed and thrusts up. Her body falls forward, causing him to bury his face into her collarbone, and he grunts against her. She feels something sharp against her shoulder— teeth.
He bites down, hard. She lets out a yell, feeling him sink into her skin. He has surely drawn blood, because when he pulls away his lips are stained red.
“See?” He asks her, licking his lips. “Now we match, lover. It’s perfect, isn’t it?”
Tears fall down her cheeks, and she nods. It is perfect.
It’s even more perfect when Hannibal uses the strength of his hips to turn the girl onto her back. She lets out a mewl, and with his cock still in her, Hannibal grabs her roughly by her thighs as he’s on his knees. Her back arches as he pulls her legs over his own, fucking her down onto his thick length. He grabs the soft expanse of her waist, grunting as he watches her tits jiggle with every thrust.
“That’s it,” he breathes, as she squirms underneath him. “Such an obedient girl for me.”
She doesn’t know where to put her hands, so with her most basic instinct she presses them on top of Hannibal’s own. He grabs them, holding them against her skin and cooing.
“I’ve got you. I’m right here.”
These words comfort her, bring a relief to her fuzzy brain, and she needs him closer. Closer, closer, closer.
She pulls his hands towards her, signaling for him to move. He moves forward, pressing himself against her body.
“I don’t want to crush you,” he says, and she bites her lip.
“I do.”
He does anything she asks, really. He puts all of his weight on her, lets her nails rake down his back and draw blood. She sinks her teeth into him more, rubs the blood on her lips and kisses him. He licks into her mouth and when he pulls away it’s so he can spit onto her tongue. She swallows it greedily, her heels pressing into his hips as he pounds her mercilessly. One hand moves to her clit, rubbing it deftly between his fingers, and his other hand goes to her throat, which he lightly squeezes.
“Look at you,” he praises, watching her lidded eyes. “So pretty and pliant for me. So beautiful.”
“Hanni—“ she starts, but it’s cut off as her orgasm rapidly approaches. “I’m gonna cum—“
“Cum for me,” Hannibal growls. “Cum for me, gorgeous. Fucking soak me.”
That’s all the command she needs. She seizes up, whimpers loudly as she reaches her peak, her eyes rolling back as she cries out his name. Hannibal watches with a small smile, but not before the clenching of her orgasming cunt has his mouth falling open as he gives two final, harsh thrusts. He spills into her with his teeth on her neck, fucks his cum into her, warm and wet.
She milks him for all he has. Her cunt takes his spend greedily, spilling over the rim of her hole and onto the sheets. Hannibal stays inside for a moment to catch his breath, deciding to collapse onto her. Not that she minds; he isn’t that heavy, and she likes the weight of him. He buries his face in her neck and sighs, absolutely spent.
“My darling girl.” he murmurs, as if in a trance. She hums a timid reply, her fingers curling into his graying locks. He kisses her on the jugular. She kisses him on the forehead. He means everything to her.
“My darling boy.” She replies. He chuckles, lifting his head and kissing her on the mouth again. She bites his bottom lip teasingly and worries the skin in between her teeth. It draws more blood, and she licks it up with her tongue.
When Hannibal pulls away, his cock slips out of her. She feels his cum dripping out of her entrance, but she ignores it. Instead, she opts for curling up on his chest again, her leg slung over his hip and her hand rubbing over the bite mark she had given him. He grabs her wrist, slipping her index finger into his mouth and suckling. She runs the pad of it over his teeth, a little crooked but absolutely perfect to her.
When she falls asleep, fingers in his mouth, she’s never been more satiated.
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