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08-20-2023
Will~🤤

Now, now, Nigel... you know there's no use in fighting...~ ❤️‍🔥

Why is this ALWAYS how it works? Glad you’re feeling better!!

Allan Fischer and Nolan Price!

Daddy's coming home! New Nolan tonight!! #Fischerprice 🩷

I’m so happy you enjoyed it!

I’m so happy you enjoyed it!

too large for him, inhaling the fragrance at the collar as he pulled it into place. Before he could stop himself, he strode from the only room in Hannibal Lecter’s home he knew, towards the man himself and whatever future may lay ahead.
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Should I part 2? ❤️

#hannigram #threadfic #hannibal

whimpering. He’d begged for everything in the end.
His lover had provided all he asked for and more than he could have ever imagined.
Will shook his head and rinsed his face before reaching for his host’s toothbrush. Teeth and face clean, he exited the bathroom and picked up a shirt that was much

relishing in the memory of his lover's tongue and teeth working the skin to a welt, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life. He’d reveled in Will’s wetness as he stroked him, talking him through his delight as the profiler had been forced to bite the inside of his cheek, just to keep from

the mirror didn’t look like him.
The stranger staring back through the glass appeared well rested, with good color, bright eyes and a deep purple bruise on the side of his neck, marking him as treasured possession to be coveted; someone who was cherished. He pressed trembling fingertips into it,

tightened, let out a distressed rumble. He wanted to laugh; would have, if his mouth hadn’t have been so achingly dry. With a deep sigh, he forced himself to stand and made his way to the en suite. Thoughts of food were abruptly pushed from his mind the moment he flicked on the light.
The man in

potent than any cocktail, curtailing any emotional fallout he would have normally experienced from waking alone. The rich smell of freshly brewed coffee and some kind of baked food wafted through the open door of the bedroom, leaving no doubt to where his companion now resided. Will’s stomach

smile, wondering if they’d scuffed the wood in their haste remove them, just so they could finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 drift off to sleep.
The other side of the bed was empty; cold, as if its occupant had been gone for hours. He didn’t feel disappointment. Warmth and contentment swam through his veins, more

around his lover’s wrists from the third. It was that orgasm, the one where he had ridden the man beneath him until they were both breathless and hoarse from passionate proclamations, that had forced them both into unconsciousness. Will spotted the key and links of metal on the floorboards and bit

phrase like a prayer when he was finally speared open. It should have made him hot with embarrassment, but all he could feel, even now, was sweet desire; carnal impatience. He wanted to press on the bruises on his hips from their second round, wanted to see the angry red lines his handcuffs had left

his lover’s mouth, then his clever fingers as he’d coaxed Will to give him everything he’d wanted. By the time the profiler had been filled, he’d been gagging for it — begging in whispers to be taken, to be claimed. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦.
He knew he’d uttered the

mind drift.
He ached pleasantly in places he couldn’t remember ever feeling fatigued. Behind his eyes, he could see another man draped over him, kissing his way down his chest as he skillfully opened the buttons to Will’s shirt. He’d been incapable of speech as he was slowly taken apart, first with

thin gossamer curtains, buttery-golden where it painted his skin, making his body appear tan against the deep forest hue that surrounded him. The ghost of a grin twitched at the very corners of his lips as he arched his back, pressed himself into the plushness of the mattress below him, and let his

he dared to count. He felt alive - truly, wholly alive. Surely, he had someone he needed to thank for that.
The stretch he took was languorous, full-bodied from the tips of his fingers to his toes where they were still trapped beneath sheets that didn’t belong to him. Weak sunlight poured between

wakefulness. Reminiscing was accompanied by the dry, bitter taste of alcohol he'd forgotten to rinse from his mouth; both were proof of a night well-mismanaged.
Will Graham opened his eyes to a brand new year feeling like a new man; a man taking his first breath of fresh air in more years than he

forcing him from the delights of the dreamscape that still cradled him within its dark embrace. Waking should have brought with it some semblance of cold reality, but he simply lay where he was and let himself absorb the memories that came flooding back to him with the gentle push and pull of

@helenahan.bsky.social, for you with the most love for 2026. Thank you for reminding me how much I love writing these.

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Warm, heavy covers, the soft trill of birdsong, cold morning air. The trifecta of sensations brought him to consciousness in waves, undulations of input lapping at his mind,

I do! I haven’t posted to social media in a while, but I will def start doing more. It’s a fun way to get a little creative boost, especially if you guys are missing it ❤️❤️

Guys, my creative pals who still cling to Twitter, I love you. I do. But you REALLY need to jump ship. If the bigotry isn’t enough to repel you, surely the AI is.

Please. Y’all deserve so much better than this from a social media platform.

GO SEE DUST BUNNY IF YOU CAN! It’s an absolute delight in every way! 🐰❤️🙏🏻

I normally don’t put the tree up until after Thanksgiving, but this tall lanky bastard deserves a few more days in the sun… or in the glow of my TV. However you want to look at it 😂🎄

#wonderfulchristmastime

06-27-2023
Will doodle✍️👀

06-22-2023
Hug 🫂🥹

Editing a new mafia AU smut chapter and this happens. AO3 milestones are a good motivator 🩷

Hannigram weirdos are my favorite weirdos. I love you guys.

#60k #ao3 #imsorrywhat