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too large for him, inhaling the fragrance at the collar as he pulled it into place. Before he could stop himself, he strode from the only room in Hannibal Lecter’s home he knew, towards the man himself and whatever future may lay ahead. - - Should I part 2? ❤️ #hannigram #threadfic #hannibal

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whimpering. He’d begged for everything in the end. His lover had provided all he asked for and more than he could have ever imagined. Will shook his head and rinsed his face before reaching for his host’s toothbrush. Teeth and face clean, he exited the bathroom and picked up a shirt that was much

relishing in the memory of his lover's tongue and teeth working the skin to a welt, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life. He’d reveled in Will’s wetness as he stroked him, talking him through his delight as the profiler had been forced to bite the inside of his cheek, just to keep from

the mirror didn’t look like him. The stranger staring back through the glass appeared well rested, with good color, bright eyes and a deep purple bruise on the side of his neck, marking him as treasured possession to be coveted; someone who was cherished. He pressed trembling fingertips into it,

tightened, let out a distressed rumble. He wanted to laugh; would have, if his mouth hadn’t have been so achingly dry. With a deep sigh, he forced himself to stand and made his way to the en suite. Thoughts of food were abruptly pushed from his mind the moment he flicked on the light. The man in

potent than any cocktail, curtailing any emotional fallout he would have normally experienced from waking alone. The rich smell of freshly brewed coffee and some kind of baked food wafted through the open door of the bedroom, leaving no doubt to where his companion now resided. Will’s stomach

smile, wondering if they’d scuffed the wood in their haste remove them, just so they could finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 drift off to sleep. The other side of the bed was empty; cold, as if its occupant had been gone for hours. He didn’t feel disappointment. Warmth and contentment swam through his veins, more

around his lover’s wrists from the third. It was that orgasm, the one where he had ridden the man beneath him until they were both breathless and hoarse from passionate proclamations, that had forced them both into unconsciousness. Will spotted the key and links of metal on the floorboards and bit

phrase like a prayer when he was finally speared open. It should have made him hot with embarrassment, but all he could feel, even now, was sweet desire; carnal impatience. He wanted to press on the bruises on his hips from their second round, wanted to see the angry red lines his handcuffs had left

his lover’s mouth, then his clever fingers as he’d coaxed Will to give him everything he’d wanted. By the time the profiler had been filled, he’d been gagging for it — begging in whispers to be taken, to be claimed. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦. He knew he’d uttered the

mind drift. He ached pleasantly in places he couldn’t remember ever feeling fatigued. Behind his eyes, he could see another man draped over him, kissing his way down his chest as he skillfully opened the buttons to Will’s shirt. He’d been incapable of speech as he was slowly taken apart, first with

thin gossamer curtains, buttery-golden where it painted his skin, making his body appear tan against the deep forest hue that surrounded him. The ghost of a grin twitched at the very corners of his lips as he arched his back, pressed himself into the plushness of the mattress below him, and let his

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he dared to count. He felt alive - truly, wholly alive. Surely, he had someone he needed to thank for that. The stretch he took was languorous, full-bodied from the tips of his fingers to his toes where they were still trapped beneath sheets that didn’t belong to him. Weak sunlight poured between

wakefulness. Reminiscing was accompanied by the dry, bitter taste of alcohol he'd forgotten to rinse from his mouth; both were proof of a night well-mismanaged. Will Graham opened his eyes to a brand new year feeling like a new man; a man taking his first breath of fresh air in more years than he

forcing him from the delights of the dreamscape that still cradled him within its dark embrace. Waking should have brought with it some semblance of cold reality, but he simply lay where he was and let himself absorb the memories that came flooding back to him with the gentle push and pull of

JM🍉 @jsinister32.bsky.social · 05/01/2026

@helenahan.bsky.social, for you with the most love for 2026. Thank you for reminding me how much I love writing these. - - Warm, heavy covers, the soft trill of birdsong, cold morning air. The trifecta of sensations brought him to consciousness in waves, undulations of input lapping at his mind,

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I do! I haven’t posted to social media in a while, but I will def start doing more. It’s a fun way to get a little creative boost, especially if you guys are missing it ❤️❤️

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Notorious B.A.Bs @babsiwuff.bsky.social · 25/12/2025

Guys, my creative pals who still cling to Twitter, I love you. I do. But you REALLY need to jump ship. If the bigotry isn’t enough to repel you, surely the AI is. Please. Y’all deserve so much better than this from a social media platform.

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Zilla 🦖 @zillabean.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

GO SEE DUST BUNNY IF YOU CAN! It’s an absolute delight in every way! 🐰❤️🙏🏻

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JM🍉 @jsinister32.bsky.social · 24/11/2025

I normally don’t put the tree up until after Thanksgiving, but this tall lanky bastard deserves a few more days in the sun… or in the glow of my TV. However you want to look at it 😂🎄 #wonderfulchristmastime

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Inori @kali88.bsky.social · 20/11/2025

06-27-2023 Will doodle✍️👀

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Inori @kali88.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

06-22-2023 Hug 🫂🥹

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JM🍉 @jsinister32.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

Editing a new mafia AU smut chapter and this happens. AO3 milestones are a good motivator 🩷 Hannigram weirdos are my favorite weirdos. I love you guys. #60k #ao3 #imsorrywhat

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Sihaya 💖💖💖 @sihaya74.bsky.social · 31/10/2025

It's really amazing how much Will is mimicking Hannibal's mannerisms in this scene. The way he smells the wine before he drinks it here. Will never does that. He is mirroring. Will seduces #Hannibal by reflecting him back to himself. 💖💖💖

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Inori @kali88.bsky.social · 03/11/2025

06-03-2023 quick Will painting ✍️😀

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I may or may not have created three vision boards worth of Mafia AU inspiration. I had to have something to do between sessions of editing, and I think I may be on some list for the shit I had to look up, but at least I keep things interesting 😂 #hannigram #mostwantedsomewhere

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𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘖𝘩 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴. 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? - - You can read the rest here. archiveofourown.org/works/633568... Although it isn't quite finished, I think my fellow Fannibals will be satiated for a time, at least. Adore you guys. See you in the next. #hannigram #mafiaau

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such a short distance was startling. The halls were padded to provide some soundproofing, causing the voices and music that surrounded them mere moments before to cut to a muffled din. Will took in a shaking breath. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘧

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trailed after Bennett as he weaved through the crowd. People parted around him as easily as water around a stone; the profiler practically glued himself to his back as they made their way to a short hallway that lead to the private lounge and offices at the back of the club. The abrupt change in

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Macallan 30 year waiting for you when we arrive - it appears Mr. Lecter has been keeping tabs on the length of the line. While his patience in these matters is quite long, it isn’t endless. Follow me, please.” Will’s legs felt like rubber. He’d already made his decision though, and he dutifully

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was at least twenty deep. There was no way he’d make it behind the bar without being dragged back into the fray. Bennett’s phone pinged. He glanced at the screen briefly before slipping the device back into his pocket. “Change of plans, Mr. Graham. No need to wait in line. There is a tumbler of

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defeat. “I think I’ll grab that drink,” he finally acquiesced, turning back towards the bar. “Wait here a moment and I’ll be right back.” He turned back towards the polished wood of the bar and bit back a groan. Mark’s hands were flying to bottles with the speed of an Olympic hurdler, but the line

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humiliation you caused him earlier. Would you rather face that, or wait until he can be properly dispatched while having a drink with one of your employers who has taken a special interest in both aspects of who you are?” 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘈𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱. Will’s shoulders slumped in

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go, the sooner you will be able to tend to your dogs.” Will took another half-step towards the exit. “I—” “It would be unwise to refuse him,” Bennett added quietly. “The man you angered earlier is currently waiting on the sidewalk leading to your apartment, quite focused on revenge for the

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agents at Quantico?” The ball in Will’s stomach turned to ice. “Our employer is very well aware of your full schedule, Mr. Graham. He’s gone to great lengths to ensure he would remain until you were no longer occupied, and he has many other things to attend to before his day concludes. The sooner we

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wish to make yourself something to drink?” Will shook his head and took a careful step towards the doors. “I am exhausted,” he tried. “It’s been a long day and I have—” “Have to be in a classroom at 8AM sharp to teach the method of reading ballistics patterns in crimes of passion to a group of 32

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suggested you make a drink for yourself before I escort you to his quarters. You may be there for some time.” Will’s stomach tightened into a hard knot. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵… “Look, Mr. Bennett—” “Just Bennett,” the other man interrupted. “Are you sure you do not

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as I hear yours are quite famous.” “Just the cocktail of the week,” Will assured him. “If you’re up for it, I can—” “Our employer wishes to have a word with you before take your leave for the evening,” Bennett cut his rambling neatly off. “Although I will not partake at this time, it’s been

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