#this was meant to be a little post abt the look in hannibals eyes

[ineffably-graham]

the way hannibal is looking at his lips. like he expects to kiss him, but hasn't convinced himself to do it yet. because he's afraid he'll scare will off, especially after everything they've been through.

disclaimer: i'm actually fine with the kiss being cut. i think their relationship is beyond normal standards of romance and intimacy, and their interaction was just as powerful (if not more) than a kiss would be. kisses are not the only form of intimacy, and that scene was the most intimate thing i have ever seen.

although i would enjoy to see them kiss.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hi againn! Tis me who requested those two recent monsignor ficss :)) anyway i love me some Duncan as well, i was wondering if you could do one with dom!reader where reader has him all tied up and is standing over him and she asks, “i wonder if it came down to it, would even you beg for your life?” 🤭 and he starts pledging his devotion for her. I was originally thinking about Hannibal for this one but then i saw ur post abt Duncan and was like oh i need sub Duncan now 😭

Omg yayyy i love that we have the same taste in blorbos!! ❤️❤️ This is soooo hot yessss! Also if you want, you can join my emoji anons so I know it’s you when you request! Just lmk which one u want if u do! :)

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“That looks like it hurts,” you said, tone sultry, as you pointed at his crotch with one end of the riding crop. “Got you all worked up, huh?”

Duncan nodded, shifting his position slightly. His muscles bulged and strained against the ropes you’d tied him with. But his erection was most prominent, seemingly ready to rip out of his underwear.

You circled around him slowly, like a tigress closing in on prey. He followed you with his eyes, not moving more than he had to, since he didn’t have your permission.

“Straighten your back, I don’t want you slouching,” you said, tapping the crop between his shoulder blades. “And what should we do about your little predicament, hmm? Tell me.”

“Y-your hands…” he rasped. “Please.”

“Really?” You taunted, tilting your head to the side slightly. “And why should I touch you?”

Nights like this one were best to get Duncan to loosen up and truly unravel. He’d been so wound up the past couple of weeks, and by stripping all power from him, you hoped you could help ease his mind from some of his burdens.

However, that meant you had to push him more, and you would savor getting him to break.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging his head back slightly as you looked down at him.

“Go on, answer me,” you said. “What makes you think you deserve my caressing?”

He swallowed hard, his breath hitching. “Your touch is all I need… to guide me through pleasure and pain. Whichever you want to give me, my body is yours. Only yours. Please, just use me however you want.”

You clasped his jaw, kissing him for a short, sweet moment. His words were titillating, the rush of power and devotion coursing through you.

You knelt in front of him to be at eye level, bringing your hand to cup his erection, which pulsed against it. You kept your lips a hair’s breadth apart from his, and you smiled mischievously as he let out a soft groan.

“Good answer,” you murmured. “Though that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you come yet. Think you can hold back for me?”

His ill concealed whimper made your spine tingle, and he nodded hastily, nose brushing against yours.

“Please,” he begged almost mindlessly, voice barely above a whisper.

And oh, if only he realized he had a long night ahead of him.

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