#「 mads mikkelsen 」

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal (2013-2015)

2x13 || 3x01

[bloodydancy]

Hannibal 1.07 Sorbet

[fawnbmbi]

[zillabean]

LOOK WHAT @/witchyficbindery SURPRISED ME WITH OMG!!! 🥹❤️ This is one of my collab fics by my friend Rogue Dark Heart! 🔥 I’m screeching this is so cool??!!! 😍😍

(Also last slide - what are you trying to tell me @/witchyficbindery 🤔)

[222quinn]

Yeah that pretty much sums of S1-S2 through Hannibal perspective 😭

Sometimes I watch the show and try to think of Hannibal’s perspective and it’s a total trip. Like. Imagine you’ve been able to control and pick and choose your emotions and reactions your whole life, due to being somehow psychopath-adjacent. And the only time you couldn’t was when you were little with your baby sister, and it’s probable that as your brain matured, the possibility of feeling and forming connections like that dried up entirely. You read the psychiatric journals, and occasionally there’s something about a man who can connect with others so deeply he can become an echo of them. And then you meet this man, and he mocks your comment about eye contact while holding yours.

An understanding passes between both of you that you have hidden depths. Instead of killing him, you bring him breakfast, and make him dinner, and serve him drinks. Instead of being able to toy with his mind without a care, you think of him and your chest clenches, and your gut swoops, and his face and voice and his rude little barbs invade your mind like glittering parasites that you can’t remove. These feelings are alien, and they’re also yours. You know, deep down, why you’re letting him live, why you stare after him, why you toe the line of risking it all for him. But you don’t want to face it. It’s terrifying, this horizon of who you are and can be that looms before you with no choice of your own.

Framing him presents a convenient opportunity for ridding yourself of this thing he brings on in you, this total lack of control, this fever-dream surrender that breaches the walls of your mind and the tics and tells of your body so effortlessly— but you miss him. You don’t miss anyone, and the one person you do is more of an imago that never was able to grow into her own real person. But the you you’ve helplessly become certainly does. You’ve become an addict. You cannot let him rot when his presence gave your monochrome world color, you can’t quit the drug you’ve always shunned. This is all a devil’s bargain, certainly, but you’ve already damned yourself, and all that’s left to do is plunge further. Oh and by the way. The infuriating man in question looks like this:

Like okay then, good luck not having the crashout of the century 😭

[suchawrathfullamb]

We need a whole thread for the members of the I Think Hannigram Fucked In Canon But Censorship So Bryan Made It Implicit and Symbolic Cult with our theories and analysis

[crispyfartt]

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[silent-lamb]

how im leaning in for a kiss after stuttering over hannibal theories for an hour

[patchouii]

This perfection right here is why I strongly recommend rewatching all of Hannibal with the sound and subtitles off at least once, at least if you know you can do okay at interpreting physical cues. The first gif is set before Will definitively betrayed him, when Hannibal still hoped, against it all, that Will would run away with him. There’s an openness to the expression, a spark of hopeful ambition. The second gif of from when Will visited Hannibal in prison while plotting his escape, having signaled this to him. Here, the light in his gaze is dimmer, his expression softer. There’s bittersweetness there, affection and a sense of resolution, an edge of worry due to the past. I’ve watched it soundlessly twice now because it’s such a poignant experience. It feels like you’re watching something real , the expression/face acting is just unrivaled.

Hannibal 2.09 Shiizakana | 3.13 The Wrath of the Lamb

[pedroam-bang]

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

[hannigramcoded]

[lovegrahams]

drafts are insane because what exactly was i going through here

[hannigrams-cumslut]

Just got blinded by how pretty he is- I'm sorry are those suspenders jskehdkdusgsndjfj. Too pretty for his own good

On set of Hannibal season 1

[saorsawrites]

obsessed with any and all photos of mads and hugh smoking on set tbh

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Paint Me Like One Of Your Victims (Hannibal)

Description: Hannibal paints Y/N and she realizes that he feels the same way as her.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,504

Request:could you please write a one-shot, where Hannibal sketches one of his colleagues (the reader). She poses as his art inspiration and he keeps telling her how „aesthetically pleasing“ to the eye she is.That‘s when she realizes he‘s interested and confesses to him. (can be with smut or fluff)

“You painted these?” She asked as she looked through the paintings he was showing her. He nodded and she gave him a playful smile, “Think you can paint me?” 

She was in a beautiful silk lavender dress that went down to her ankles, it fit her body perfectly and really showed off her chest. Hannibal was surprised that he was able to focus with how beautiful she looked. There wasn’t much conversation aside from the small comments here and there, most of them being from Hannibal. Her chin rested on her hand as she stared at Hannibal, thinking of how handsome he was when he was focused. He looked handsome all of the time but something about how he was focused and biting his lips really got her going. Her thighs clenched together at the thought of her undoing her dress and letting him paint her naked but she could never. She wasn’t even sure if he was into her or not.

Sure he told her she looked beautiful when he saw her in the dress and he was basically staring at her but he was painting her, he had too. “I have to say this is the best piece I have ever made.” He told her as he finished up. “Really?” She asked with a smile. “The most beautiful piece.” She felt her cheeks flush red at his complement. “You’re the one that made it beautiful.” She tells him and he chuckles, “You are my dear. You are the sole focus for my piece.” She realized that maybe Hannibal was into her and that now would be a perfect time to confess her undying love for him. She stood up as he was finishing up and slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders, she closed her eyes as the dress fell to the floor catching his attention.

His eyes widened at the sight and he nearly dropped the paint supplies. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her in awe, she smiled a little and reached up for the clip in her hair and let her hair fall down. He set the stuff down and got up from his chair, he walked over to her and touched her lips with his finger, “This would have been a perfect piece to paint.” He whispers and she nods before sucking on his finger. His eyes blown with lust as his breath hitches at the sight. She hummed around his finger and got closer to his body. He pulled his finger out of her mouth and kissed her, hard. The kiss was not sweet but passionate and full of lust. She kissed back and stood on her tippy toes to deepen the kiss. Her hands placed on his face and he went around her waist.

The material of his suit felt nice against her naked skin but his skin would feel better against hers. Her hands moved from his face to pull at the suit jacket that he wore. He chuckled against her lips and pulled it off. Her fingers went to the button up shirt and started unbuttoning it, fast and needy. He pulled away from the kiss to let them breathe and he grabbed her hands, “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” She felt herself nearly moan at the question. Yes, indeed she was. He finishes taking off the shirt and tie, leaving his top naked. Her hands inched closer to his dress pants and he didn’t stop her as she undid them. Her eyes met his the entire time she undressed him and it added to her excitement. They both were so confident now that feelings have been made clear. She gasped as she saw his hard dick through his boxers, her mouth watering.

He smirked at her reaction and watched as she pulled down his boxers. His needy dick sprung to life and hit his stomach, for the first time since they began she was really nervous. He stepped out of the pants and boxers leaving him bare. She stood up and gulped, her nervousness was obvious now. He pulled her close to kiss her again, calming her down some. His hands moved below her ass so she could jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. He placed her on the couch, lying down without breaking the kiss. He put most of his weight on his hands by her head and his knees that were on either side of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they continued to make out until they needed air. He started kissing and sucking on her neck, making her breath hitch and her arousal shoot up.

He left a hickey or two before moving down to her chest. One of his hands played with her nipple, twisting it lightly and pinching it a little making her gasp, his mouth latched onto the other one. Her pussy was soaked and very needy, her hips bucked up as she was silently begging him to touch her there. He reached down and light ran his finger on her clit making her whine his name. He did it again and again until she was begging him to do something. His finger rubbed circles on her clit while she moved her hips trying to get more pleasure. His lips left her nipple to watch her as she let out needy moans and whines. He couldn’t help but think that the look on her face was something he would love to paint.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, it was a beautiful sight. “Hannibal, please.” She begged in a soft whisper. He wanted to taste her and to get high off her smell, but he was getting needy himself and needed to be inside of her. He grabbed himself and lined himself up with her dripping wet hole. She bucked her hips trying to meet him but it was no use. It wasn’t until he was pushing inside of her that she felt satisfied. One of her hands gripped the couch cushion hard as she whined. He could feel her warmth and wetness closing in on him as he gave a good hard thrust nearly making her scream. As he was finally inside of her, she wasted no time in thrusting her hips up wanting nothing more than the pleasure that awaits her. He too started thrusting, not having much more in him to wait. “Hannibal.” She whined and wrapped her legs around his waist to push him in deeper, if that was even possible at this point.

He wanted to watch her fall apart and all the beauty that she had but that was hard when he too was in so much pleasure. Her eyes were closed and all she could feel was the pleasure in her pussy and his breath on her neck as he thrusted. The sound of skin slapping and moans was heard through the room. Sweat started to build up between the two and the room was way hotter than it was before. Her orgasm was building up and each thrust of their hips pulled a long needy moan from her mouth. Her pussy started squeezing Hannibal and clenching him, her breathing was hard and ragged as she was getting so close. “Hanni.” But she didn’t need to say anything more, he knew. “Cum for me, my beautiful piece of art. Cum all over me.” He whispered in her ear and she let out a loud gasp. The world stopped for a second and it was just the two of them in this and she let out loud whines and moans as she orgasmed.

Her pussy was going crazy around him and was triggering his release. He grunted and came in her as her orgasm was still going. “Hannibal.” She whined as she felt him cum inside of her. She wrapped her arms around him and let out a sigh as her hips slowed to a stop, whining from the oversensitivity. Her body felt relaxed and at peace with everything. Hannibal kissed her neck before moving off her to see a perfect sight. She was all sweaty and tired, her lips were swollen from the kissing and her hair was a sweaty mess. She looked perfect and he was going to take advantage of that. “Stay like that.” He tells her and she doesn’t have the energy to move. Her eyes follow him as he grabs his art supplies and moves closer to her. He was going to paint the beautiful scene. “I still need to see the other one.” She yawns and he chuckles. “You will see both after I’m done.” She looked over at him and he thought it was perfect to paint. The way her body was placed, one arm above her head, the other over her stomach. She was very sleepy but tried to stay awake for him, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time he painted her in an intimate setting.