#hannibal fanfiction - tw cannibalism

[strangegremlin]

Your Body and Mine Will Sing

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Universe: Hannibal

Summary: Will breaks into Hannibal's house to confront him but things get unexpectedly steamy and a little bloody as Will leans into his dark desires.

Word count: 1,148

Warnings: Smut 18+ only, oral, blood kink, power kink, slight praise kink, dom!Will/sub!Hannibal, references to murder, bodily harm

Note: I've never written a fanfic before so I hope this one is okay lol. I drew a little pic to go with it :3 I got the title from a line in the poem Love Poem with Dark Face.

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Will stands in the moonlight outside of Dr. Lecter's house, hunting knife in hand, ready to confront him about being the Chesapeake Ripper. The only light on is in the upstairs bathroom.

Hannibal must be in the shower. Now’s my chance to sneak in unnoticed. He picks the lock.

The house is dark, only illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the tall windows.

Will hears Hannibal exit the shower and start down the stairs so he crouches behind the kitchen counter.

Hannibal goes to the fridge to pour himself a glass of wine but before he can open the bottle, Will pounces on him from behind. Will wrestles him to the ground, putting the knife to his throat.

“Will, don’t be foolish.”

“You don’t get to talk. I’m the one with the knife.”

The psychiatrist grips Will’s waist, flipping him so that he is now on top. Hannibal grabs his hands and pulls them above his head, pressing them into the carpet and making Will drop the knife.

Will wraps his legs tightly around Hannibal, twisting him and knocking him off balance. He uses this momentum to flip them back over and straddle Hannibal, reaching his hands up to the Chesapeake Ripper’s throat.

Hannibal rests his hands on Wills hips and smiles devilishly. Will looks down, noticing how they’re tangled up and blushes. He's basically in the cowgirl position.

Will tightens his grip on Hannibal’s neck to wipe the smug grin off his face but this just causes Hannibal to bite his lip.

Will feels his stomach flutter.

That was weird. Why am I turned on right now?

Will releases his grip and moves his thumb up to Hannibal’s lips, which part, allowing Will’s thumb the enter his warm mouth.

Will lets out a breath as Hannibal massages his thumb with his tongue.

What am I doing? My psychiatrist, the Chesapeake Ripper is sucking my thumb and I’m allowing it.

Wills eyes focus intently on Hannibal’s curved pink lips around his thumb. He can feel his tongue moving in circles and for a second, Will imagines it is something else that was in Hannibal’s mouth.

Then, Hannibal bites Will's thumb, drawing a few drops of blood and causing Will to let out a breathy moan.

Will's head is swimming as he pulls his thumb out and drags it softly across Hannibal’s lips, coating them in crimson.

He leans in to taste his own blood on Hannibal’s lips, feeling himself get hard. Wills senses are flooded with the taste of iron and the smell of Hannibal’s aftershave… and the feeling of Hannibal’s fingers digging into his hips like he’s holding on for dear life.

Will pulls back, grabbing his knife. Hannibal looks him up and down, eager to see what he’ll do with it.

Will presses the knife gently to Hannibal’s neck. Hannibal doesn’t flinch, and instead leans his head back a little to help Will’s blade find its spot.

Hannibal’s eyes twinkle darkly as they meet Will’s, making him gulp.

Will steadies himself and makes a tiny nick in Hannibal’s neck, just enough to draw a few pearls of red. He leans in, kissing the nick softly, causing Hannibal to let out a whimper.

Will moves his lips all around Hannibal’s neck kissing softly, then roughly, making Hannibal squirm and tighten his grip on Will's hips.

Then, Will pulls back to admire his work.

He looks at Hannibal bathed in moonlight, painted with his bloody kisses, and his heart melts a little.

He had always noticed Hannibal was a very handsome man but he had never seen him as beautiful as he was right now, smeared in red, marked by him.

Will's blue eyes glitter as he smirks, “Who’s my pretty boy?”

Hannibal’s eyes widen as he lets out a small breath. Will feels Hannibal’s bulge harden underneath him.

“Oh, interesting.” Will coos with amusement.

He leans in next to Hannibal’s ear and whispers “You’re my pretty boy, Hannibal.”

Hannibal blushes and bucks his hips up making Will smirk again. He finally had Hannibal under his control. Will's body buzzed from the power he held over the Chesapeake Ripper.

“Would you kill for me?”

“In a heartbeat, Will.”

Will leans in and forcefully kisses Hannibal. Their fingers tangle in each other's hair as they roll around together.

Then, they pull back for a second and look at each other. Their eyes meet and they giggle for a second like they were teenagers fooling around at summer camp.

Their fingers hastily dance around each other's shirts, making quick work of the buttons, even popping a few off by accident.

Will trails wet kisses down Hannibal's neck, torso, and then stomach, until he reaches his belt. After fumbling with it for a second, he is able to free his length.

Will looks up at Hannibal’s pleading eyes as he places a kiss on his tip. A small bead of precum was already leaking from his psychiatrist. Will puts the tip in his mouth and moves his tongue in circles, teasing him.

Hannibal runs his fingers through Will’s dark curls, breathing heavily.

“Mmh Will…”

Will looks up at the man and admires the view from this new angle. Hannibal’s jaw clenches as he arches his back with pleasure.

Will takes the whole length in his mouth and bobs his head, causing Hannibal to let out the softest moans. The feeling of Hannibal's strong hands tangled in his hair sends a warm shiver down Will's exposed back.

Will's pace speeds up as Hannibal's breath quickens; he can tell he is getting closer to climax.

Hannibal looks down at Will, meeting his eyes. The image of his beloved Will with his mouth full of his cock is intoxicating. He growls and bites his lip to stifle himself.

With that, Will takes Hannibal's entire cock and throats it, causing the man to jerk with pleasure.

"Oh- fuck," Hannibal moans loudly.

Will realizes he has never really heard him cuss much before. He also realizes that he finds it incredibly hot that he is able to make Hannibal unravel like that with just his mouth.

Will deepthroats Hannibal again, drawing another whining growl out of him. Hannibal is so deep in his throat that Will's lips are practically pressed against Hannibal's skin.

Then, Will pulls back again and gently sucks the tip.

"Ah- Will... I'm- gonna-"

One more time, Will takes Hannibal's whole cock down his throat as he climaxes. Will feels Hannibal's length pulse as he spills down his throat and lets out a satisfied, breathless moan.

Their eyes meet again as Will swallows. He smiles as he notices that Hannibal's cheeks are pink and dewy with sweat. His own lips are puffy and red from the friction, and Hannibal stares at them longingly.

He pulls Will in for a kiss, tasting himself on his lips. Then, he smiles slyly.

"Now it's your turn."

[maniacjohnny]

sometimes i look at other fans of jthm and i have to wonder if we read the same comic… because WDYM TRIGGER WARNING FOR BLOOD (in art)???

THE SOURCE CONTENT HAS MENTIONS OF PEDOPHILIA AND RAPE? EVERY CHAPTER HAS HORRIFIC MURDER SCENES??

how can you read the comics and not handle drawings with blood in them??? /genq

[misfit-mania-the-first]

TW: Mentions of pedophilia and Cannibalism

Okay I thought we were done with this because what the fuck is HAPPENING right now

Explain Proship right this minute. Except you can’t because SOMEHOW it has been twisted from meaning pro shipping to pro “they ship kids and adults together”

That’s Not What It Means. At All.

YET AGAIN. It is a ploy to sanitize fandom spaces. It is a dig from purity culture. It is that same damn thing that causes people to get harassed because they like toxic old man yaoi.

I literally had someone say “You shouldn’t read shit that has illegal stuff in it” Okay so no murder then??? No murder mystery?

Oh no, but that’s okay because its published fiction. Somehow that makes it more valid than fanfiction.

I don’t know, maybe we need to actually understand what is good and what is bad and the complexities of portrayal in media before we just start branding people as pedophiles for fictional writing.

NOT saying I ship kids and adults, because I have to put that disclaimer. But(and this is something else)just because someone ships something doesn’t mean they approve of every single action that couple takes. Just because you like a character doesn’t mean you approve of everything they do.

I’m not going to say fiction does not affect reality, because that in and of itself is far more complex than it seems. What I AM saying, is that just because I read Hannibal fanfics of eating people, doesn’t mean I will suddenly crave flesh. Just because I read about something doesn’t mean I will do it.

I am not a child. I have the cognitive understanding of myself and of the world around me to understand what is right and wrong, why an author might have included an immoral act committed by a character in any given work, and understand How Much I Can Handle.

As you can see, this has turned into more of a general discussion over fandom space, fanfiction, and purity culture in general. Didn’t mean for that when I sat down to write this but here it is. It’s not the most eloquent writing. It’s not super clean and orderly and many might misunderstand me, but I am determined to share my thoughts on this.

Anyway, good luck with life guys.

[eldbitch-horror]

Day 3- Bitterness

Following this 30 day prompt

This turned into jealousy more than bitterness. I think its a little of both.

The meat is bitter about being dead.

Steely blue eyes gazed at the woman before him. She was tall, with dark, long locks, very beautiful. Too beautiful. Too much like an old friend, and too much like a bad memory. Hannibal’s eyes easily reflected his flirtatious nature. Will Graham felt the bitter rage already nursing in his chest.  Hannibal could woo a woman with just the touch of his finger it seemed. He was curt to their new florist, making sure to be as disinterested as possible. Her name left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he refused to speak it. She was officially titled “The Florist”.

The anger clawed up his chest, into his throat. It made it tight and sore, scratching its way up to his brain, and planting a seed. She couldn’t stay. In fact she was most definitely going to go. After all, his husband deserved a nice big bouquet for himself. He smiled to himself as she spoke, already planning her demise.

He figured he should probably be ashamed. Alana wasn’t truly any part of Hannibal’s life. She was a pawn, and an easy lay. A distant memory that Hannibal had promised to devour, yet even that made his gut churn. Still, Hannibal’s maroon eyes ate up The Florists figure as if he was a teenage boy. Will knew that Hannibal knew exactly what he was doing.

She began coming more frequently, and without flowers. Hannibal invited her to tea. Will played disney princess like the good boy he was. He sipped his tea, and made what little small talk he could. Hannibal excused his ‘behavior’, but he could see the amused glint in his eyes. It just made his chest burn hotter. He thought this was funny. No doubt he was purring within himself, loving the attention. Hannibal liked to play with fire, and Will wanted to burn him with it so badly.

Will waited by the door. The call had been made, and the oblivious woman was on her way with a luxurious bouquet. Of course it was still being bought with Hannibal’s money, so did it really count? Well he would certainly make up for it with the extra gift.

As soon as the woman knocked, he opened the door and ushered her in. She smelled of dirt and plant life, which he was sure gave Hannibal a giant hard on. With that thought, the heavy vase he had been holding smashed over her head. As she fell forward, he shut the door. She is still conscious, pleading. It falls on deaf ears. The wrath of the lamb was upon her.

It wouldn’t be a bloody kill. It simply wasn’t his design. No, he preferred, always preferred, to use his hands. He straddled her, using his weight to keep her from getting away. Hands wrapped around her throat, clenching her windpipe. The blood was unable to flow to the brain, and air could just barely reach the lungs. It would be a slow, desperate death. Will was a patient hunter.

He had to work quickly, and found himself far more clumsy than Hannibal was when it came to making art. Will had the steady hands of a fisherman, and a hunter. He was careful, and delicate with the fragile bones.

Waiting for Hannibal when he entered the home, was a luxurious bouquet of calla lilies, green hydrangeas, roses, spray-roses, some other assorted flowers, and, the grand finale, the woman’s finger bones. Carefully washed and arranged into the flowers, tied delicately together by fishing wire. A card was left in the bouquet, a bloody thumb print left on it as a signature.