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The relief pulsates, the relief takes its own breath. Will’s hardly sure what’s him and what’s Lecter, it’s a current passing through them both. Hannibal’s mind is so open to his now, he can hear the man sighing out Yes Thank You even though all he’s done is part his mouth, tongue working behind his teeth, lick his lips, and close it again. His eyes close. His wrists shake gently above his head from the disorientation of tension leaving his shoulders. Will hears a faint hum from the back of his throat, a noise he’s heard ten or a hundred times when they’ve broken bread together. Is Hannibal…. Savoring the moment?
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You know that kitchen scene in 2x07? This one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gF-8oNID8Js
I wrote this story because at the end of that scene, Will visibly experiences satisfaction. It’s what brings him back to Hannibal’s office in the end of the episode, that positive experience of experiencing Lecter’s submission. What if the fact of submission alone was not enough to sate Will’s hunger in the moment? What if he needed more? And what if those needs were met? Let's find out.
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pirate orgy? pirate orgy.
Madi found herself appraising Rackham with an annoyance that faded into admiration. For all the ways she found him fundamentally loathsome, she was curious at how he put himself into a position that required a great deal of work, and carried it out: not only was he organizing Flint's debauchement, he was negotiating its terms such that all parties were well-informed and prepared. The position required some flexibility and humility. She had no desire for intimacy or camaraderie with Rackham, but she was grateful for the lesson in facilitation.
Flint nodded. "You, Bonny, Vane, Max, and," here his voice softened, questioning, "the three of us."
John smiled. Of course he and Flint had talked about this. Madi had gathered this was a pirate's ritual, and being that she was not a pirate, she had not been planning on attending. But plans can change.
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Sweet, happy first time sex for Kurt and Blaine (who are cis ladies in this fic). "Kurt has such a beautiful profile, and Blaine knows she’s got at least a full minute to stare dreamily because Kurt’s busy drooling over the wide, stiff collars of Chanel’s Spring 2012 couture line."
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"No, Kurt," she says, moving her hands where they've been clasping his until she's got both of his wrists in her hands. "I mean, love yourself."
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"Emotion is the only way that we can sincerely express our desires. How can you communicate with others if you can’t communicate your needs?"
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She sees that he’s nervous, eager to hear that he’s done a good job, and unaware that the job he’s actually here for hasn’t yet begun. He still believes he’s in Brighton to carry out surveillance. It’s quite sweet, really.
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28 Feb 2026
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Her friends are so jealous /
You know how bad girls get /
Sometimes it's not so easy /
To be the teacher's petCartwright catches Taverner's attention during training. HR violations ensue.
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28 Feb 2026
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Lamb holds the collar out. “Put it on.”
River eyes it, swallows. “Why would I put it on?” he asks testily. He doesn’t like this line of questioning, in that he does like it, wants to keep following it, but he shouldn’t. This is dangerous.
“Because you said you were good at this,” Lamb explains, dragging his eyes up and down assessingly, “and I want you to show me.”
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28 Feb 2026
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Will opens a bleary eye to the sunrise, marking the date: an entire month of Hannibal being rude, an entire month of meeting his own criteria to die a painful death. Even the sun seems to agree with him, shines a persecuting eye directly on Hannibal’s face, making him wince. Will’s so busy feeling unaccustomed ally-ship with the sun that he’s taken off guard when Hannibal grabs him. The last time was less than thirty minutes ago, with the edges of the world peeling back for the dawn. Now Hannibal touches until Will is begging and red and sore, until he’s whining for it and pulling Hannibal in. Hannibal stops, kisses him on the cheek as if they’re friends and leaves to go make breakfast. Will and the sun stare after him, both imagining his spontaneous incineration.
“You’re not using your words, Hannibal,” Will says to the ceiling, ignoring his cock to plan.
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Renowned psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter doesn’t know how to communicate; Will accidentally gives himself a daddy kink.
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29 Sep 2025
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Their time comes to an end, Will stands up from the chair, does a full body stretch with his hands above his head. He’s so close that Hannibal sees the individual hairs on his lower abdomen when Will’s shirt rucks up a fraction. This is hell.
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29 Sep 2025