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hannibal and will have been accidentally neglecting ftm reader, and only notice once reader is drunk and breaks down asking if they even love him anymore. they feel sooooo bad and give him a rlly sensual n slow fuck session, but it leads to his two lovers getting pussy drunk and pounding him into oblivion. they wont stop until he cant walk for a week, and his pussy is filllled to the brim with cum<3
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hey friend!!! —- ilysm and thank you for your patience with me! ❤️ things have been rough, as i’m sure you know lol; in any case, let’s get into the good shit! this was so so fun to write!!
hannigram x (accidentally neglected) ftm!reader —
cw: all-male threesome, double penetration, anal, mildly dubious consent (reader is drunk but there is consent), ftm reader, multiple creampies, breeding (no mpreg for those opposed!), romantic sex turned animalistic, hannibal and will are pussy drunk, excessive cum, vaginal and anal fingering, general dirty talk, reader uses he/him pronouns, reader gets his chest groped (pre top surgery).
another lonely night. at least, that’s what it was shaping up to be. you’d begun to think this was a bad idea. well. it had always been a bad idea. sleeping with not one, but two potentially dangerous criminals. spending night after night in their respective beds, tied up together in a heaping sweaty mess.
but now it was a really bad idea. because, and you didn’t mean to be selfish in thinking this, but what were you getting out of it now? the two of them kept being off doing things. maybe together, maybe not. but you weren’t there. hadn’t been there in maybe a week. you’d tried to understand. they were busy, they had work. they had other obligations. but you were just… emotional, you supposed. you wanted them back. both of them, to yourself. you craved it, craved their touch. their warm voices and calm reassurances. not just their cocks, but their cocks were definitely a bonus.
will’s was a little shorter, but it had more girth. a nice length, and so thick; you loved taking him in your ass. he stretched you out so nicely. and hannibal, his was longer. still a nice, warm thickness; but long enough that when he thrust its full length into your pussy, it felt like he was fucking directly into your cervix.
you groaned and poured yourself another drink from hannibal’s stash. the good, stiff kind. where were they, now? off doing something else without you, you assumed. you had just finished your next drink when you heard them enter the home. you looked up slowly, feeling like your words were slurred when you spoke. you felt slow and awkward. tears stuck to your cheeks as you frowned over at them. immediately hannibal could tell something was wrong. he rushed over to you, setting down the grocery bag in his hand. oh, now they were running errands without you. great!
“dearest, what’s the matter?” hannibal cooed, gesturing at will to begin putting the groceries away. the brunet quietly obliged, watching the two of you interact.
“oh, so you do care,” you snipped, pulling away from him. it felt cold as you ripped away from his touch, but he deserved it, for ignoring you all week. he frowned, glanced over at will for guidance that he would not give.
“well, of course i do. of course we both do, dearest. did something happen?”
he did sound worried at least. but— “you don’t know?” you murmured. it hurt worse that he couldn’t even guess, you mused. you gave them both a second before you huffed. “ok, fine, i’ll tell you.” they both looked relieved. will finished putting away the food and joined hannibal at your other side. he wordlessly reached for you hand and you subtly pulled it away. “you guys have been ignoring me all week! and you didn’t even know,” you grumbled, slipping out from between the two of them. you stumbled a little and brushed off hannibal as he went to help you. you weren’t drunk yet, but were definitely pushing it.
“oh, dear.” they shared a look. hannibal shook his head. “we didn’t know you felt that way, or we would’ve made a better effort to oblige you.”
will interrupted what would likely have been a long-winded speech. “i guess we weren’t paying enough attention — we got caught up in doing other things,” he said. you could tell he was being candid. but you were being stubborn. they should’ve been paying attention, right? what was more important than showering their partner in affection?
maybe you were being dramatic.
“we really do apologize, dearest. we didn’t realize. we’ll pay more attention next time; can we make it up to you?” hannibal pleaded, eyes searching yours. he didn’t make a move to comfort you again, since you’d evaded his last tries. you sighed shakily, gave a shrug.
“it just.. i dunno. it felt like you guys were just going off on your own and didn’t need me anymore. didn’t… love me anymore,” you confided softly, shaking your head, as if you weren’t sure. but you were. you’d been feeling very down about it. their passing glances to you, to each other, and only short brushes of hands and lips against your cheek or forehead. you’d been feeling like the spark had gone, like they’d had their fun with you and wanted to be done, like you were an old toy they didn’t want to play with anymore.
you didn’t need to say that. they both glanced at each other and then hannibal swooped dramatically over to you, in his graceful way, scooping you into a tight, comfortable hug. “oh, my dearest, most precious ray of sunshine, that’s so untrue… we never meant to make you feel that way, not in the slightest!” he assured you. and in all of his dramatization, you could tell he was being sincere.
will approached the two of you, finding your hand and putting it up to his lips, giving you a gentle kiss. “let’s make it up to him, hm?” will suggested, arching an eyebrow at his companion. hannibal smiled, nodding eagerly.
“how about it, love? let us show you how much we love you?”
you couldn’t deny their charm, or the way your stomach fluttered at the suggestion. maybe that’s exactly what you needed. you nodded, buzz fading off a bit as they gathered you up and took you to the bedroom.
while will started undressing himself, hannibal undressed you. he unbuttoned your shirt slowly, kissing your shoulders and your neck, rubbing his hands up and down your arms as he slid your sleeves off. your shirt was gone, and your binder right after, revealing your bare chest. he groped your breasts appreciatively, massaging them and pulling a nipple into his mouth, suckling and tugging with his teeth. will was behind you in a second, nude, holding you up as you began to feel like you were falling. it felt so good. it always felt so good. the two of them, together. it was magical, it was perfect.
you moaned as will kissed your neck, and hannibal finished undressing you. leaving your bare pussy on display. hannibal groaned appreciatively, as he always did once you were undressed. he shifted so that will could start to guide you into bed, lying you down and spreading your legs. “oh, god, yes, please,” you breathed out hotly as his lips ghosted over your thighs. he massaged your inner thighs, open mouthed kisses leading him up to your core. you arched your back as his mouth met your cunt, tongue swiping upwards and swirling over your t-cock. a rush of pleasure burst through you and you moaned out loudly. you closed your eyes and reached a hand down to tangle in will’s messy curls, and once you’d opened them again hannibal was undressed.
will’s lips still glistened with you as hannibal took his mouth, hips thrusting forward to bury his cock deep into will’s throat. he instructed will to continue pleasuring you, and will slid a slow finger into your aching boy-pussy, making you cry out in pleasure. it had been too long. he’d have to stretch you out again so you could take them. you watched will suck hannibal off — it wasn’t them ignoring you again, it was them putting on a show for you. will fingered you as hannibal fucked his mouth, before eventually they pulled apart.
“i need you on top of me, my darling,” hannibal directed at you, and you drunkenly nodded, scrambling to sit up and then climb up into his lap as he met you on the bed. you straddled him, facing him, with will behind you. you could see by the shadow he cast that he was stroking himself, watching hannibal stretch your pussy with two fingers as he kissed your neck, and groped your chest hungrily with his free hand.
it took just a little while longer of you grinding your hips down on hannibal’s hand, bouncing your hips up and down… before you couldn’t take it anymore. will was behind you, kissing your shoulders, and rubbing your sides, and you needed them both inside you. “please, fuck me,” you sighed, letting your head fall back on will’s shoulder. you could see him with that light, soft smile beside you, meeting hannibal’s eyes and making some sort of agreement.
“anything you wish,” hannibal purred. his and will’s hands ran along your body, almost overwhelming you. they took turns groping and worshiping you as hannibal used a free hand to guide his cock-head against your entrance. you shifted closer to him to give him a better angle, and he and will both guided your hips down as he spread you open on his dick. you groaned out deeply, your head still tossed back. your arm wrapped around the back of will’s head, grabbing his hair as he held his arms around your waist, steadying you.
“good boy, you always take him so well,” will said to you, in your ear, too quiet for even hannibal to hear. a little secret between just the two of you. hannibal gets you down to his base and lets you sit there for a moment, before he starts thrusting up into you and making you whine and whimper. he gropes at your chest as your breasts bounce lightly with each thrust. will pinches your nipples and your pussy squeezes around hannibal. you can hear whispers and grunts of pleasure between the two of them. they say something to each other, but you’re too focused on the pleasure to pay attention — and suddenly, will’s cock has replaced hannibal’s inside your throbbing boy-cunt. you groan as your pussy stretches around his thicker girth. “oh… god…” you gasp, as he nudges you forward to lay on hannibal’s chest as will thrusts into you. his are more hurried, more frantic and needy than hannibal’s.
hannibal’s slick cock lays between you as you lie on his chest; he holds you steady as will fucks into you with more fervor and passion, grunting and groaning. will’s balls slap on your skin, and he reaches down to grope your ass roughly. the vibe starts to shift as you feel your sticky juices dribble down your thighs from him fucking as deep into you as he can.
it seems like they both want your pussy. usually when you fuck, they share you in a different way. will in your ass and hannibal taking your pussy, or vise versa. but hannibal’s nudged you up a little so he can reach your t-dick and stroke it softly. it sends you closer and closer to the edge, but not before will holds his cock deep inside you for a moment, grunting and holding onto your hips for dear life — he cums deep inside you, almost falling on top of you, but holding himself up. he holds steady as hannibal plays with your t-cock, and you feel yourself cum on will’s dick, hips bucking as the other men hold you together.
“good, good… you’re so good for us, you take us so well, my dear,” hannibal tells you, and you see him nod at will to let him have his turn back. he lets you ride your orgasm out for a moment longer and then will obliges, letting hannibal slide his cock back into your creampied cunt. it slides in like it was made for your pussy alone, and you let the feeling overwhelm you. not long after hannibal starts pounding up into you while will gropes you from behind, you cum again. the clenching of your sweet hole makes hannibal cum, too. there’s something in his eyes, and in the way that will holds you, that sends a shock of excitement up your spine. you feel will swipe a finger along the cum dribbling out of your pussy, and that same finger slides into your asshole. this was what you were aching for. both of them at the same time.
will takes his time to stretch you as hannibal holds his hips still, and then they both check on you to make sure you’re doing okay — kissing, affirmations, groping and rubbing along your body— before they both start sliding their cocks into your holes. will in your ass and hannibal in your pussy, both going slow and alternating pace with you, until your mewling sounds and trembling body send them out of control. they start fucking you with an almost animalistic need, breeding you deep with another creampie each until your holes are raw and throbbing and unbearably full of cum.
the men are drunk off your body, fucking you with such fervor it feels crazy that you’d ever think they’d forgotten you, or didn’t want to fuck you, or be with you. they prove this to you every time they make love to you, that they can’t handle themselves around you, and that they think you’re perfect.
the pair fucks you until you absolutely cannot stand it anymore, and then the three of you collapse in a sweaty and cum-covered heap. maybe you should ask them to prove themselves more often?
🤤🤤🤤Both the mikey and Hanni ones were delicious, my eyes came‼️‼️istg you always deliver. new request incoming: !!! T4T Will and reader bein absolutely adorable but horny husbands. tribbing/frotting against each other all day, bein all cozy and shit. one will read a book while the other will sit on their lap, grinding against them while attempting to read too. just sittin there in the cutest sweaters while they take turns eating each other outtttt. at the end of the day they drink some hot chocolate and snuggle up on the bed with their dogsss<333333 its so cute ofofmgmmgmgmgmg
DROOOLING!!!
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you got it! your requests never disappoint either! 🤤
again, sorry it took so long! and ty for being so patient and understanding, friend!
here we go!….
ftm!will graham x ftm!reader! <3
cw: vulgar language used — ‘pussy/cunt’, t-cock. cunnilingus (reader giving and receiving), vaginal fingering (reader giving and receiving). pre-op trans man breasts being fondled (reader giving).
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cold winter nights were always like this; half the time you were hanging off of each other, limbs lazily draped over each others bodies. you and will shared a cozy little collection of soft sweaters, and typically that’s all you’d wear. just an old, worn-out sweater; bottom halves naked and top halves binder-less. this made fondling each other so much easier. you’d lazily snake your hand up into his sweater while he read a book, teasing his nipples and massaging his little breasts. he’d moan softly, more of a satisfied sigh; nothing had to come from these advances, but when they did, they were usually also lazy and casual.
you and will liked to lay in bed or on the couch and read together while you snuggled. you’d straddle his leg, or he’d straddle yours, both engrossed in your books. the one straddling the other would sometimes rock his hips against his partner’s thigh, rubbing his pussy slowly against the warm bare flesh. when you did it, you would grind your hips down as you read, eventually dropping your book in favor of focusing more on the pleasure of your cunt. will would keep reading of course, a hand on your hip to stabilize you. sometimes you’d reach climax just from this but other times just the friction and closeness was enough.
other times the two of you would be cuddling and will would sit his book on the nightstand, bookmarking it neatly, quietly slipping down so that his mouth was level with your cunt. he’d look up at you, asking permission, before he dove in. will was excellent with his tongue, and you weren’t far behind. at least in your opinion; you were sure will would argue to your credit.
but how could you be half as good as him, with the way he worked his mouth? he’d slide his tongue deep into your cunt, working you open so he could slide a finger in; just one, just enough that it made you ache. his tongue would circle your t-cock like a shark its prey, softly attacking the most sensitive spots. he’d work along your slit, kissing the folds of your drooling pussy as he fingered you until you couldn’t take it anymore.
the two of you liked playing this mental game where you’d silently decide to swap places before climaxing, edging yourselves to extend the intense pleasure.
and when it was your time to eat his pussy, you did so with fervor. you were a messy eater; appreciating your meal like it was your last. and will would hold your hair, whimpering and screwing his eyes shut when it got to be too much. his weakness was getting his swollen t-cock sucked; the sensation was wholly overwhelming for him and you knew he loved being just barely overstimulated.
the two of you also loved tribbing; it was a nice way to get some energy out, burn off some steam. rubbing your warm wet cunts together was always a steamy affair; it made both of you pant and grunt desperately, gasping out when your t-cock brushed against the warm folds of your partner’s pussy. everything you did with will felt so good. the lazy sleepy winter sex was always so fulfilling and cozy.
and perhaps the best part? after the two of you caught your breath, will would guide you into the kitchen and you’d work together making some delicious hot chocolate, warming your hands on the mugs and climbing back into bed, your shared dogs climbing up with you and settling in for the night. neither of you slept better than after a nice cozy day of lovingly fucking each other.
It is me again. Super excited cuz of the poll results🤤😚
The vinny fic, MAMMA MIA. LORD HAVE MERCY ON THIS POOR SOUL‼️
Im in a bit of a dumb mood rn, so i bring you this: himbo ftm reader (cis passing) and Hannibal. reader is so painfully oblivious about sexual things, everything just goes right over his head. So, he and Hannibal are on a date(at Hanni's house, cause of course) and he asks Hanni about a shirt he saw today (the shirt says please break my belt. Iykyk) And Hannibal swoops in, just straight up pins him to the table, and basically fucks him until he cant walk for a week. Kinks i'd like you to feature: voice kink, overstim (for reader) daddy/sir kink, breeding (idfk, i'm insane) choking and a pretty submissive reader
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🚄 anon! 🫶 another excellent request! whew!
nbc hannibal x himbo&ftm!reader <3
cw: reader is ‘cis passing’ — top surgery/on hormones, himbo build; breeding (reader receiving), dirty language (t-cock/cock, pussy/cunt/hole… etc), submissive&bottom ftm reader, p in v sex, choking (using a belt & reader receiving), daddy/sir kink (hannibal receiving), voice kink, overstim (reader receiving), butt plug & light anal fingering (reader receiving), hannibal spits one time, light bondage.
i will also warn you that this gets straight up into the smut lol, it was too hot and i was too impatient. </3
hannibal was not new to your… let’s call it naïveté. it was really no surprise that the two of you were sitting at his dining room table with him trying to explain something sexual to you. you weren’t new to sex by any means, you and hannibal weren’t shy in the bedroom; but did you always catch on to a sexual innuendo? not really, very rarely as a matter of fact.
“but i just don’t get it, though, hanni…” you’d say to him again, furrowing your brow and poking at the remains of your dessert with your fork. he collected the plates and put them in the sink for you, if only to stop the incessant screech of your fork against the china. “please break my belt?” you repeated, looking up at him, eyes fluttering in confused innocence. you didn’t even catch the fire in your lover’s eyes as he swooped in and captured your lips in his. you gasped, pleasantly surprised and melting into the kiss. his hands found your waist as you sunk into his embrace, letting him grab you and pin you, back down, against the table. you giggled, giddy about the pleasure rising up in your stomach and fogging up your already silly little head. he leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“i could give you a physical demonstration, would you like that, little lamb?” he said in your ear, husky and soft, hands holding your hips so tight that you could feel his grip creating soft little marks.
“oh… yes.. yessir,” you slurred, giggly, your hands up in his hair, all thoughts of the previous conversation lost.
“good boy,” he purred into your ear, making you shiver. your face was warm to the touch. you watched him effortlessly pull his belt out of the belt loops in one swift motion, moving to put it around your neck, tightening it just enough so that you could feel the squeeze on the outer sides of your throat. you gulped. this was new (and exciting)! “does that feel too tight, lamb?”
“n-no, daddy!” you chirped, arching your back up in pleasure as you felt him tug on the belt, pulling you up close to him so he could roughly kiss you. you could feel your arousal soaking through the soft fabric of your underwear already, and he had barely touched you. it always happened this way, though. you were just too smitten with him. his voice echoed around in your skull, making you feel so fuzzy and aroused you could barely stand it.
hannibal snaked his hand down into your underwear, his finger brushing between your wet slit, making you gasp and writhe in pleasure. he rubbed your slit, spreading your slickness around and coating his finger in it before pulling his hand out of your underwear, slipping his finger into his mouth and tasting you. “you taste sweeter than sugar, my dear,” he purred, leaning in to kiss you, having you taste a scrap of yourself still on his tongue. you moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers slip back into your underwear, his middle finger sliding into your eager hole; it practically slurped his finger in, and you rocked your hips impatiently, already wanting more.
“oh, be patient, my dear; wouldn’t want you getting overzealous and overdoing things too soon, now would we?”
you shook your head, already pleasure-drunk. maybe he was right. but then again, you were so sensitive that you basically came just from his voice sometimes so… would it really be that bad if you did cum early? he’d very likely let you cum again and again and again…..
“well. if you’re sure…” he drawled, kissing your cheek, wrapping the belt around his fist and pulling it just a tad tighter. you could feel yourself getting ever so slightly lightheaded; he would release and tighten in such a succession that it never hurt in the bad way, and yet you were always feeling the effects of the belt around your sensitive throat. some part of you hoped it would leave a mark.
before you knew it, hannibal had made you climax with just one finger. he tsked.
“s-sorry, sir…” you blabbered; you could already feel yourself drooling from the pleasure.
“oh it’s quite alright, my lamb… i just want to make sure you know that i have much more planned for you,” he warned, playfully, reading his hand up to your chest, rubbing along your pecs and pinching your nipples, giving them nice little twists and making you whimper.
hannibal added a second finger now, bending them and fingering your pussy in such a way that it made wet sounds echo across the dining room. you moaned, propped up in your elbows, with the belt on your neck making you feel so light, making your hole tighten around him. “oh, oh… sir! r-right there!” you implored him, making him grin, fingering you with a vigor that you couldn’t even begin to grasp. “oh! oh fuck!” you cried out, biting your lip, feeling your cunt gush around his fingers, soaking your underwear and through your pants.
“my, my…” hannibal purred, licking your taste off of his fingers again. there was a hunger in his eyes that you finally recognized; he hadn’t even gotten started yet, at this rate, and you’d already cum twice. your legs felt like jelly already, and oh how you loved it. “turn around for me, lamb?” he requested, spinning the belt around so that the length of it was behind you as he flipped you over, bending you over the table now. you could feel your arousal leaking down your thighs as he tugged your pants and underwear down to your ankles, exposing your ass to the cool air. it felt so good, him behind you, tugging on that belt and making you gasp out gently for air that he would give you as soon as you seemed to need it. he was so caring and thoughtful, and god was he good with his hands.
you felt his fingers inside you again, three of them, you assumed this time, stretching you out just a little bit more, making you whine and your legs tremble in pleasure. he tugged on the belt, pulling you up, kissing you roughly as he fingered you again, making you squirt all over his fingers yet again, before letting you drop back down against the table. “uunnghh…” you groaned, head spinning in pleasure.
“are you still with me, lamb? ready for another round?” he patted on your ass lightly, watching you nod. “i need words, dearest.”
“y-yessir…” you groaned out, arching your back into his touch. he squeezed your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, studying your holes. you felt something wet on your asshole, realizing he’d spit on it, slipping a finger inside, stretching the sensitive muscle and watching you squirm. you felt something harder slide in, a butt plug you realized at the shape. your asshole squeezed tight around it, making your pussy leak. “o-oh… daddy…” you whined, desperate for more, even though you could feel your body tingling in overstimulation already.
you groaned, seeing stars, as hannibal slid the head of his cock into your pussy; you felt so full with the butt plug alongside it. “nnnhh…” you moaned, your voice dropping an octave in pleasure as hannibal sheathed himself fully inside you. he stayed like that for a moment, pulling you back with the belt and holding your hip tight. “oh, my dearest, i’d love nothing more than to breed this eager little hole of yours… fill you up until you can’t possibly take anymore… and then give you more anyway..” he purred into your ear, moving his hips almost imperceptibly, rocking his cock agonizingly slowly in your throbbing hole.
“oh…fuck,” you gasped, feeling yourself clench around his cock, throbbing, seeing black for a moment before you realized you’d just cum simply from his voice in your ear. “d-daddy… please,” you croaked, gulping. the muscles of your throat clenching tightened the belt around it, making hannibal loosen it just so slightly. there was a beat of silence where he stood there, still, groaning in your ear as you clenched around him. he was waiting for you to say what you wanted. he always did this. your face burned, embarrassed and turned on about it, heart racing. “please daddy, please breed me,” you whispered, against your better judgement. you knew you’d be a slobbering mess but you wanted it so bad.
in what felt like a single second, hannibal let you go, your chest pressed down against the table, as he tied your hands against your back with the end of the belt. now if you squirmed you be tightening it yourself, so you had to be careful — though you knew he’d rescue you from yourself if you needed.
you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the table and hiking one of your legs up onto the table, baring your holes to him. he reached his hand down to your t-cock, two fingers giving you a handjob as he started to rock his hips into you. he buried his cock in you over and over again, rocking the table. you were glad his house was huge and he didn’t have neighbors close by, because you were making such a whore of yourself. your cheek was pressed against the table and you were drooling.
“oh… god…” you managed to croak as hannibal hammered you out against the table, making your mind go blank and your head absolutely spin. “sir, that feels so good..” you whined out as he grabbed your ass cheeks tightly; you knew he was watching his cock slide in and out of your sloppy hole, going faster and faster until he was eventually just pounding into you as you laid there and came again; whining in overstimulation as your head lolled in pleasure, arms trapped behind you as you were at his complete mercy.
“i’m so glad, lamb,” he purred, making your pussy clench. he slammed into you slow and rough now; you could feel your soaked thighs getting even wetter as yet another climax hit you. he held his cock inside you as you came, making your body twitch and squirm, your whines increasingly high pitched and your voice cracking.
his cock sheathed in you, you could feel his hands on your hips, holding you there tight as his balls drained into you. “oh, there’s a good boy, take all of it, let it fill you fit to burst…” he cooed at you, pulling you impossibly closer to him, as if he was going to make the two of you into one single person. you moaned, body limp and tired from all the twitching and writhing in pleasure.
“oh, fuck!” you squeaked as you came again, clenching so hard around his cock that the butt plug slid out of your asshole. he put it aside, and you felt him able to sink just a little bit deeper into you. “oh, sir,” you whimpered, feeling tears pricking at the edges of your eyes from all the pleasure. you’d lost count, how many times had you cum?
“there’s a good lamb,” he purred, rubbing your back. he untied the belt from your wrists and took it into his hand again, pressing your back against his chest as he thrust up into you, his free hand pumping your t-cock, milking another orgasm out of you.
he held you still a second time and you felt his cum pumping deep inside you as he bred you again, making you whimper and shiver.
he undid the belt after holding you like that for a little while, kissing along your body and rubbing your thighs and sides; the two of you took a well-deserved shower and climbed into bed, tuckered out and sleeping the night away well into the late morning.
i am IN LOVE WITH YOUR WORK MWAH MWAH! TASTY, I'M EATING THAT SHIT UP. I have another request(i can't help myself) cis passing ftm reader is seeing Hannibal, and things get spicy but then he has to tell him that he's trans(smut, to angst to comfort smut) - 🚄
tysm… you’re so sweet, i love seeing your requests 😭😭😭
cis-passing!ftm reader x nbc hannibal, finding out you’re trans <3
cw: use of the word ‘cock’, reader straddles/grinds on hannibal, food mention
enjoy!!! <3
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you’d been seeing hannibal for well over 6 months now; which was a bit past the point that you’d usually get sexually intimate with your partners… the problem was, he didn’t know you were trans. typically in your other relationships, it came up immediately, as a sort of disclaimer, just in case they weren’t completely interested with having a trans partner. but with hannibal, you’d.. maybe just forgotten? now that you passed really well, it had just never come up, and now that you’d been with him for a while… you were really wanting to get intimate with him. there was so much sexual tension, you could cut it with a steak knife. typically, it would be one of the first things you said on the first date, to see sort of where the mood was at, but the first date you and hannibal had? it had been so romantic that you couldn’t think of anything you typically did on first dates. all you could think about was wanting to be with him.
and now, this late into your relationship, hannibal had also been dropping hints. his were dramatic and over the top and very clearly obvious… he wanted to fuck you. and you wanted to fuck him. but… how would you approach the situation? what if he didn’t want to be with you after you told him? what if he thought you’d hidden it from him on purpose, that you were tricking him or something?
“dearest, you seem quite distracted,” hannibal pointed out in the midst of a meal. you’d agreed to spend the night tonight; a new concept to your relationship, given your current predicament, and hannibal had cooked you dinner as he always did. and you were distracted. you hadn’t eaten much of it, and you’d been a bit distant all day. “and have seemed that way a majority of the evening, if I may be honest.”
you gave an apologetic smile, sheepish that you’d been so obvious. “oh, i’m sorry,” you said sincerely, picking your utensils up and starting to eat again.
“is it not to your liking, my dear? i can prepare something else …” he offered. you shook your head.
“no, no, it’s not that… i’m just… distracted.”
he nodded knowingly. “oh, yes, i know,” he said plainly. “i must admit, i’ve been distracted in your company quite often as of late. you really are just the most splendid and breathtaking person i’ve ever laid eyes on..” he spoke lightly, weaving another one of his poetic lines, making you blush and smile. yeah, he really wasn’t the best at subtlety.
“trust me, i wanna fuck you too.” you grinned at the expression he made at your vulgar wording. you didn’t speak like that typically; his dramatics got the best of you when you were around him. “i just.. i didn’t know when the best time would be.”
he set down his utensils and dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “whenever you’re ready, my dear,” he answered you, reaching a hand out to take yours in it. you felt guilty that you’d kept your gender identity a secret from him; you enjoyed his company so much, and you’d never clicked with a partner the way you’d clicked with him.
“i’ve been ready for a while.. it’s just.. well..” you weren’t sure how to word it. “i’m nervous,” you said. it wasn’t a lie. you were nervous. you just couldn’t find it in yourself to say it out loud. maybe you could let him figure out himself? but that didn’t seem fair.
before you could open your mouth to speak again, before you got the nerve, you felt hannibal’s lips take yours, kissing you passionately and deeply. you’d kissed before, but it had never felt like this. this felt like the beginning of something else, not the end product. this was no good night kiss, this was no steamy makeout session. hannibal wanted to fuck you. he’d made that quite clear.
he put his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer to him, the two of you sharing his chair as he pulled you into his lap, kissing you with such passion and fervor that you couldn’t breathe, let alone find the words you needed to tell him. he had you straddle him, which you’d done before, but you’d had a packer in your pants that time. this time you had nothing extra.
you were panting and trying not to grind your hips down against his growing bulge. the thought of fucking him after all this time made you sweat, but you had to tell him. even if it made him hate you, you had to tell him. he deserved to know. you pulled away, looking at the surprised look on his face, your hands on his shoulders and his on your hips.
“i.. have to tell you something, before we go any further,” you said, meeting his intense gaze for only a moment before it scared you away and you had to look down at his chest. he waited patiently for you to gather the nerve. “i’m… i’m trans..” you murmured, so quiet that you weren’t even sure he’d heard you. you glanced up at his expression, worried you’d have to say it again. his face was soft, understanding. and his eyes were shining with hunger still; so you hadn’t killed the moment, that was good at least.
“oh, my darling, that doesn’t matter to me,” he told you, kissing your cheek. he squeezed your hips. “that is.. it’s not a problem. whatever you’ve got, i want nothing more than to spend my time making you feel good.”
you blushed, so overwhelmed with the relief that you dove right back in to kiss him passionately again. this time with no anxious hesitation, no more invisible barrier between the two of you.
hannibal’s hands moved down to grope your ass, making you groan into his mouth. his started to slowly guide you to rock your hips against his bulge, and before you knew it there was a definite wet spot in your underwear and soaking into the inside of your pants.
his hands slipped into the back of your pants, groping your ass skin-to-skin, the heat between the two of you so unmatched that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “oh..” you moaned into his mouth. “take them off,” you muttered, burying your face into his neck as he helped you do just that. he left your underwear on, just in case you were uncomfortable.
you kept grinding on him, feeling his hard cock pressing against the inside of his pants. you were creating a wet spot on his zipper as your hips and his created a perfect rhythm and friction together. you moaned in his ear as he grabbed your ass tightly, grinding your hips down. the head of his cock stimulated you in all the right ways, without even once entering you.
you could feel yourself approaching an orgasm, once again taking his lips in yours and whining out as you climaxed in your underwear, legs twitching and breath hitching. hannibal came just a moment after you, moaning against your lips and guiding your hips to a stop, holding you in his lap as the two of you caught your breath.
“we should totally do this again sometime,” you said, laughing lightly, breathless as you looked up at him.
Could i request Hannibal x trans male reader? Nsfw pls!! maybe reader is feeling a bit dysphoric, so Hannibal decides to show him how much he loves and lusts for him❤️
oh that’s lovely! <3 i’m assuming you mean nbc hannibal so that’s who i’m going with lol (and i feel like i can write that version better)
hannibal x trans male reader!
cw: p in v sex, oral sex (afab receiving), praise kink, food mention, fingering (afab receiving), use of the words clitoris, pussy and cock, reader wears a binder/doesn’t have top surgery, hannibal finishes in reader’s mouth
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you’d been visiting hannibal for his little dinner dates for a few months now; it had become something more than patient/doctor hospitality along the way, and now your relationship with him sat more in the category of lovers. thought you’d only kissed up to this point; you didn’t want to tell him, but you were quite insecure with your body image.
sure, he was your therapist, so he knew more than a little bit about your personal situation; but he was always the type to separate pleasure from work.
you sat down at his table, watching him in the kitchen area fussing with the presentation of the food he was cooking. it smelled… amazing. you were always so impressed with his talent for cooking, his dedication to the craft itself. he cooked for you like an artist creating a masterpiece.
hannibal approached you with the plates of food, telling you what it was as he sat it down in front of you. he watched you as you shifted in your seat, trying to be discrete about the fact that your clothes were feeling strange against your skin; mostly your binder, which was sitting funny on your ribs. his expression was unreadable as he described the dish to you, acting as if he didn’t see the look of slight discomfort on your face.
“enjoy, my dear,” hannibal said to you, the slightest smile on his lips as you started to eat the delicious food on your plate.
“oh, this is…” you groaned at the taste. “this is so good..” you were never one for fancy words, but you admired the way he spoke like a poet.
he grinned warmly, eyes shining with pride. “thank you,” he chirped, eating his own dish. after a few moments of comfortable silence, you noticed he was looking up at you and you blushed a bit.
“do i have something on my face?”
“only the most divine beauty,” hannibal responded, dabbing at his mouth with one of his fancy cloth napkins. your face went warm.
“o-oh.. um, thank you,” you breathed, looking away from his intense gaze.
“your spectacular allure puts the moon and stars to shame, my dear,” he pontificated; he was always saying dramatic things like this about you, telling you how handsome you were and how much he loved looking at you or being in your presence. it made your stomach do flips and sent waves of heat down into your abdomen.
“you always do know exactly what to say,” you smiled over at him, starting to realize why he was saying all these things. “you saw me fixing my shirt earlier, didn’t you?” you teased, leaning your chin into the palm of your hand, resting your elbow on the table. this was a bit of a faux pas in polite company, but he was so enamored with you that he didn’t seem to mind.
“it is really so unbearable for me to see you distress about your appearance in such a way, my dear,” hannibal admitted. he reached a hand over and set it on your leg, fingers brushing your inner thigh. you glanced down for a moment, feeling flushed at the contact. “i wish that you would see yourself the way i do, see your radiance from my eyes.”
you searched his eyes, heart beating fast; he inched his hand up your thigh, as if asking permission for something.
“would you allow me the honor of showing you how much i dearly admire you?”
oh.. oh! he was asking to fuck you, wasn’t he? you could feel yourself getting all wired up at the thought. you nodded your head, almost imperceptibly, but enough for him to know what you were saying.
hannibal took your hand, guiding you to stand. the two of you took your plates into the kitchen, clearing the table before he grabbed your hips and connected your lips to his for a heavy kiss. you let yourself melt into him, his arms holding your frame up against his. your kisses got more passionate until he started to push you backwards, against the table. his hands feverishly went for your shirt, unbuttoning the buttons one by one, slowly so that you could tell him to stop if you needed.
but you didn’t. you trusted him; and he continued. you were nervous for him to see you laid bare, but a large part of you was excited for it.
he pulled your shirt off of your arms slowly, taking care to kiss every inch of your exposed skin. he left your binder on for you, letting you decide when you wanted it off. he whispered sweet things in your ear, praising you, telling you just how handsome you were, and how much he wanted to make love to you. you were melting from the inside out at his touch, biting your lip as he unzipped your pants and started to slide them down. his hand brushed against your slit slowly, but with just enough force to make your shiver.
he looked up at you for confirmation before doing the same with your underwear, taking them off and revealing your pussy to him. he made a soft noise, a groan; you could see that he’d started getting really hard beneath his pants. you bit your lip. he’d gotten hard just by looking at you? fuck.
“oh, your body is magnificent, my dear. you’re so handsome, so radiant—“
you cut him off by grabbing his tie and pulling him against you, kissing him hard and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his hands went to your sides, rubbing on you lovingly. after a moment you guided his hands to the bottom of your binder; you were reader for him to see you. and he didn’t take the privilege lightly. as it was exposed, hannibal massaged your chest gently with his hands, pinching and tugging on your nipples until you whimpered and whined into his chest.
he pulled one hand away to touch your pussy, rubbing your slickened slit and circling your clitoris with his fingers. god it felt so good. you whined into his chest, letting him worship you as streams of praise left his lips, telling you how good you were and how perfect.
hannibal got down onto his knees at this point, spreading your legs open so he could get better access. he slipped a finger in and you felt like you were on fire. it felt so good. he put his head between your legs and started giving you head, his tongue devouring you like it was his last meal. his tongue slipped in with his finger, and you could feel yourself already about to finish.
a second finger slid in, and you unraveled completely; hannibal slurped up your mess and continued to finger you, bending his fingers inside of you and hitting that perfect euphoric spot. “oh, god.. oh fuck…” you whined, unable to stand sitting up anymore. you laid back on the table, hands in hannibal’s hair, tangling in the silky strands. your hips bucked against his hand and face, rocking you to a second orgasm on his now three fingers.
“ooh… oh, fuck,” you whined, body sensitive and needy still. it felt so good; he treated you so well. you could see him standing up, leaning over the table to kiss your lips, allowing you to taste your own sweetness. “will you… will you fuck me?” you whined to him, hands on his chest, trailing down to his pants. you hastily tried his zipper and your trembling hands couldn’t do it.
he chuckled at you. “is that not what i’ve been doing?” he teased, unzipping his pants for you. he reached in and rubbed his cock through his pants; you could see a small wet spot.
“your cock.. i need your cock…”
“you are just so beautiful like this,” hannibal cooed at you, taking his cock out. he was hard and you could see the precum on the tip. he readied you again with his three fingers, making sure you were stretched appropriately before he pressed the head of his cock against your hole. you nodded, telling him he could put it in.
hannibal slid his cock deep inside you, slowly, making you moan out and arch your back up. he had stretched you quite well, so the stretching brought by his cock was warm and welcomed. he bottomed out inside you, his balls against your wet taint. and then he started moving, lighting you on fire as he fucked into you. with each thrust you felt yourself unraveling again. his hands were exploring you as he praised how handsome you were, touching your chest and your sides and rubbing your clitoris, sending you over the edge another two times before he pulled his cock out and came on your tongue (at your request).
and of course, after the two of you cleaned up, he was sure to craft you the most delicious dessert.
Hannibal lecter x Male reader. (can be read as ftm reader as well)
Warning: THIS IS ABOUT PASSING AWAY FROM SICKNESS.
summary: He shall do as his husband wishes, for the very last time.
meu coração = my love.
The evening sun poured into the parlor through tall, arched windows, casting golden light across the dark hardwood floors. Dust danced in the still air like flecks of stardust, suspended in time. The fire in the hearth murmured, warm and steady, while the scent of simmering bone broth and rosemary lingered in the air—a comfort more symbolic than nourishing now.
You were cocooned beneath a heavy cashmere throw on the antique settee, too weak to stand, too frail to leave the confines of the house. What had once been a temporary illness had turned into a quiet war waged over months, then years. A terminal sentence, whispered rather than shouted, delivered with sterile sympathy by doctors you barely remember.
But you didn’t need to remember them. You only needed him.
Hannibal moved silently around the house as he always did—measured, graceful, precise. He had become your constant caretaker, more so in the last year. There was no fuss in his attentions. He didn’t smother. He simply… was. Present. Gentle. Always watching, always anticipating your needs before you could name them.
You watched him now, his silhouette in the doorway holding a porcelain cup.
He returned to your side and offered it to you with quiet ceremony. “Just a sip,” he said softly. “Chamomile, with a touch of honey. No ginger today.”
You smiled, faint and grateful, your voice hoarse. “Thank you, darling.”
He sat beside you, his thigh warm where it touched yours through the blanket. He didn’t ask how you were feeling. That question had long since become redundant. Instead, he held the cup while you took a trembling sip.
You studied his face as you drank—aged slightly, silver dusting his temples now, fine lines around his eyes. Still so devastatingly handsome. Still so Hannibal. His beauty, like his love, had deepened with time.
When you handed the cup back, you let your fingers linger on his hand. “I’ve been thinking.”
He turned his head slightly, regarding you with his usual calm. “About what, my love?”
Your voice caught, but you didn’t shy away. “The end.”
A pause. Not cold, but reverent. Hannibal said nothing at first. His eyes softened, and he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead.
“I have known for some time that it draws near,” he said.
You nodded, exhaling carefully. “I don’t want hospitals. No strangers. Just… this. You. Our home.”
His hand moved to cradle your cheek, his thumb warm against your cool skin. “You shall have it. Every moment.”
You closed your eyes briefly, his touch a balm. Then, your lips curled faintly, and your eyes reopened with a distant glimmer. “There’s one thing more.”
“I will do it,” Hannibal said without hesitation.
You laughed softly—a ghost of your old laugh. “You don’t even know what it is.”
“I know that it is important to you. That is all I need.”
You looked toward the corner of the room, where the grand piano sat like a sentinel of your past. “Play our wedding song. One last time.”
Hannibal stilled. The firelight caught in his eyes, reflecting back memories—the cathedral in Florence, the flicker of candlelight, the soft laughter of guests, your hand in his as music filled the old stone hall.
A quiet breath escaped him, slow and deliberate. “Yes,” he said simply.
He helped you recline more comfortably on the settee, arranging the pillows with expert care. Every touch was precise, measured, but beneath it was such fierce tenderness it nearly broke you. You could feel your chest laboring harder now. Your lungs pulling at the air like reluctant wings. But there was peace in your limbs. Acceptance.
“I will not be long,” Hannibal murmured.
He crossed the room, steps deliberate. You watched him take his place at the piano, spine straight, his hands hovering above the ivory keys. There was no sheet music—he didn’t need it. He had played this piece a thousand times. Once for joy. Then for comfort. Now for farewell.
The first notes rang out, soft and familiar.
It was a waltz, slow and sorrowful, with a romantic undercurrent that clung like perfume. You could still remember how it had sounded echoing through the old chapel. How your hands had trembled in his. How he had kissed your knuckles before the music had even ended.
Now, the melody filled the room again, like an old friend come to visit one last time.
Your gaze never left him.
His eyes were half-lidded as he played, but you could see the flicker of pain beneath the surface. He was letting the music speak what words never could—gratitude, longing, devotion… and mourning.
Your body was growing heavier, sinking into the cushions. Each breath shallower. But your heart was full. Full of years that had stretched across cities and continents. Dinners in candlelight. Arguments soothed by laughter. Nights in the rain. Quiet mornings with coffee and books.
He had given you everything. And you had given him your life.
You smiled.
Hannibal’s fingers moved with their usual elegance, even as a single tear slid down his cheek.
When the final note lingered into silence, you took your last breath—not with fear, but with love etched into your face.
Still smiling.
Hannibal did not rise right away.
He sat at the piano long after the music faded, staring at the keys as though they might reveal some alchemical secret that could change the ending.
But there was no change.
Only stillness. Only silence.
Eventually, he stood and walked to you.
He knelt beside your body—so still now, so quiet. His hand came to rest on yours. Still warm.
He bent down and pressed a kiss to your brow.
“Until we meet again, meu coração,” he whispered.
The fire crackled, the clock ticked onward, and the music, though gone from the air, remained forever in the walls. In the room. In him.
can skk artists lock the fuck in and realise that chuuya wouldnt line up with dazai's shoulder or chest and would more line up with the bottom of his jaw like oh my fucking god Hes NOT THAT SHORT STOP MAKING HIM PRESCHOOLER HEIGHT HES A GROWN ASS MAN
last minute pride month art!!! satoru and suguru are sooo t4t and they help each out w t shots... i think it would kind of funny if satoru was a bit afraid of needles and put his infinity up on instinct LMFAO
actually finished this yesterday but only just got around to posting it LOL... ALSOOO have this unfinished comic, i might finish it in writing at some point, takes place in the locker room after training or some shittt
kind of love the idea of at least satoru not really having the words to describe himself due to his upbringing and being so excited that theres finally a guy who gets it but having no tact and just blurting it out abruptly LOL.. suguru probably thought he wouldnt find anyone like him either so it was both a shock and very relieving to hear (even though im sure he expected having to knock satoru out instead at first)
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