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27 Sep 2026
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In a world where Weres are basically pets to humans, having sex with one is clearly off limits. In the same world, Dean Winchester lives with this enormous secret that no one has yet to find out. Too bad that a chance meeting will have him confronted with that secret in the most blatant of ways.
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The one where human Dean has a fetish for fucking Alphas and where Alpha Castiel might not be as clueless as some seem to think.
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- Part 1 of The Were 'verse
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24 Sep 2026
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Admittedly, in recent weeks, Will has started to lose track of which direction the tug is coming from. He figures it’s okay – as long as they stay the course, what happens in the meantime shouldn’t matter much. Ends and means and all that. There is a precarious knife-edge he’s been teetering on, though; waking up frantic and sweating and wanting in the dead of night. Sometimes he’s sure that Hannibal can smell it on him.
When he finally meets Hannibal’s eyes, it is the Ripper staring back at him.
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Or: Will's offering of Randall Tier and the ensuing conversation goes very, very differently. 2x10 Naka-Choko remix.
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22 Sep 2026
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The praise pulls another stream of precome from his agonized cock and Will fights against the ropes binding his arms, pulling uselessly, digging matching parallel bruise lines all up and down his biceps and forearms. Tomorrow night, he will press hard into purpling skin with the tips of his fingers while he masturbates, alone in Wolf Trap, surrounded by his dogs.
ORDo we think Will's FBI health insurance covers this type of therapy?
Bookmarked by authorafterhours
22 Sep 2026
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But, true to his word, Will can see the gears turning. His face retreats quickly just as Hannibal snaps his jaws upwards, seeking soft flesh, burning to rip a hole in Will the way Will is ripping holes in him. Teeth clamp on nothing but empty air and Hannibal pants, desperate, a caged animal.
“Saturn devouring his son,” Will says quietly, his breaths coming steady and slow. He shakes the hair out of his eyes and resettles to sit on the bed near Hannibal’s hip. He rests one hand on the bare skin of Hannibal’s chest, feeling the panicked rising and falling. “You would consume your own creation.”
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Almost three years into his stint at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, Hannibal receives an unexpected visitor.
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22 Sep 2026