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jr_56yd This is why Food Network should have picked up Hannibal. Or not. Depends on how people like the use of cow's blood, in a derogatory sense. #hannibal #hanniballecter #madsmikkelsen #raulesparza 3h
  •   faty0914 Perfect!! 2h
  •   jr_56yd @faty0914 Hannibal will be a perfect chef for Food Network 2h
  •   angelseoul It's food porn. You know if you can get over the whole 'it's a cow in a derogatory sense' -thing (which we can, as fannibals ofc) 2h
  •   jr_56yd @angelseoul oh, the things we are able to get over with as fannibals. A very long list. 2h

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17min tangenghis
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willgrahxm Idk why but I kind of like this one ?? It's just parts of my old videos edited together but idk the song gives its a cool vibe 1h

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guirodrigues23 Curtindo o frio com o Dr. Lecter... Hahahaha.
#BoaNoitee #GoodNightt #Frio #Cold #Dr #Doc #HannibalLecter
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silence.of.the.lambs_ Ready when you are, Sergeant Pembry... #hanniballecter #silenceofthelambs 2h

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spookylecter Blue and Yellow and the sound of the harpsichord

Will's time in Florence was blue and yellow. Sharp notes of harpsichord compositions carrying on the air, through the house, dancing on his skin and wrapping around him where he lay in bed, front down and head turned to gaze out the window. Mechanical vibrations rippling through the air. Those deft fingers he had watched crawl with intent across ivory keys many times, creeping along his back, rough, warm finger pads tracing his spine and playing the knobs of his vertebrate. The gentle patter of rain falling on cobblestone lined streets outside the window as they lay on glorious, rumpled sheets, the entire world painted soft blue.
The rumble and lilt of his lover's accent against his skin, sending little sparks down his nerves, in his tussled hair. Hot against the back of his neck.
Italy is yellow, at least during the day, Will decided. The sun shines down in thin shafts between tall streets of cramped buildings in the city, but it dapples the entire countryside. He will never forget the gleam of the unadulterated Mediterranean sunlight in Hannibal's hair, and countless other things. Love brings beauty to everything, Will has also decided, because he swears life was never remotely as beautiful before Hannibal.
2h

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spookylecter [this ones weirdly cute & lighthearted, hope you like!!]

Hickies

"No way!" Beverly exclaimed, her tone ecstatic and eyes widening fractionally. "You and Lecter?!" She said in a hushed voice.
Will dithered, torn between denial and truth. Apparently the truth was written on his forehead however, as Bev squeezed his hand and he blushed. He felt too much like a stereotypical schoolgirl admitting her crush.
She was beaming at him in the dark bathroom, still dabbing at the purple splotches and half crescents on his neck with a little makeup sponge. "I'm /really/ happy for you guys." She said, giving him a huge smile and dabbing a final time. "Damn, Lecter... What is that even like?" She asked, a gossipy edge to her words, eyes insatiably curious. She also sounded like she was trying to mentally construct the prospect, which made Will shudder internally.
Will felt his cheeks heat more trying to come up with an appropriate response. Perfect? Mad? He imagined saying 'He likes to hurt me, but like, in a hot way (that gets us both off)' and admonished himself.
He gulped, "Um..." There was a long pause before he found words again and Beverly watched him carefully, "Intense I guess?" He brushed his fingers over the bruises decorating his throat. The makeup did not make them any less sensitive.
"Oh come on, you gotta give me more than that!" She whined, "Like... How is he in bed?" She asked with every air of seriousness.
Will stuttered awkwardly, completely lost as to how to respond to that. The sudden vivid memories of Hannibal's long, bony fingers on him - running up his back, bruising, wrapping around his throat, inside his mouth, filling him - definitely didn't help his ability to form words.
Beverly spared him. "I bet he's kinky." She said dramatically, with a nod and a clever sort of grin.
Will choked out a laugh, a strange strangled bark of a laugh. "You have no idea."
Beverly's eyes went huge and she broke into a fit of laughter alongside Will.
2h

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kamireon Okay. The fanart is finished but the light in my room is very bad. So I will take a new photo with sunlight tomorrow. I love flyingrotten's creatures. They are so great!
Her Tumblr: http://camilleflyingrotten.tumblr.com

#nbchannibal #hannibalthecannibal #hanniballecter #willgraham #hannigram #savehannibal #hannibalfanart #fannibal #tumblr #foodporn #nofilters
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spookylecter [a lot of skin in this row yo - and yes, I'm posting again woahhh, hopefully I'll get back on track with this acc, but I'm not gonna lie, it probably won't be anytime soon... sorry! thanks for sticking w me]

Scars

When Hannibal's lips scrape the scar beneath his eye, he trembles. The other man opens his dark red eyes, and looks into him, tells him it's okay, before dragging his tongue along the marred skin. And Will melts beneath him and he can feel his stomach turn, the scar across his abdomen pulling as it does every time they touch. He weaves his fingers into Hannibal's hair, as they sit up in bed and touch. It had been far too long, and each needed to get reacquainted with the other, and so their abused skin brushes.
Will runs his thumbs over the rough scar tissue on the insides of Hannibal's wrists, imagining the bruise the rope left around his throat, and kissing a necklace there. He leaves his own tender love bites across the flesh instead. Hannibal purrs under his hands, groaning into his gentle touches as he goes.
They go on like this, taking stock of all the fresh marks left on their lover's skin - the ones they've caused, and the ones that haven't been revealed till now alike.
It's like they've survived a war together, the end of all days and their deaths as one. And now they relish the experience, the twisted love they share re-blooming between them.
Hannibal leaves new crescent marks on Will's shoulders, his nails biting into the soft flesh, but he takes his time to mouth at the symmetrical bullet wounds gaping in the canvas there. He remembers the smell of his blood when he dug out the second bullet, the taste of it heady on his tongue. He leaves a sweet painful imprint of his teeth on the meat of Will's thigh, drunken with pleasure.
Will in turn drags his nails up Hannibal's back, careful to avoid the center. Holding his torso steady, he licks up the expanse of arched skin, salty and sweet. He can feel the pattern of his soulmate's brand beneath his tongue, and savors the feeling, throughly tonguing it. Hannibal hisses, pleasure running through his veins as his Will touches his skin, searing him. ((continues below...))
3h

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