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secretstorystash · 4 years
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write murder like smut!!!1
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secretstorystash · 4 years
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sth sth you want me to belong to you that also means you want to be mine
a beast in the cellars i see your roots a tree growing over a broken castle
a new evil thing and im following its scent and i taste the forbidden fruit
a lonely thing in the forest it doesnt fit in but it grows
what if it poisons you... you wouldnt want to poison me...
what have i been eating, hannibal
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secretstorystash · 4 years
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~ the next morning ~
Hannibal didn’t sleep, couldn’t even try. So long he had desired this man and never expected anything sexual from him. And then, there he was, lying on his bed, letting him suck his cock. His mind kept replaying these images. It was torture, and the pain was longing for more of him. He needed to taste him again, needed it more than the finest meal. If Will commanded he live by his feet and collared him up and kept him like that, he would comply.
The room went from dark to grey blue, the morning slowly arriving. Hannibal got up, naked as he was, not putting on any underwear because he wanted Will to see, this time, how he reacted, wanted him to engage, punish him, fuck him... at the thought he needed to stop himself because it was too thrilling. How he wanted that, how he craved that, to be taken, mounted, claimed by Will, in every way. He could feel his insides twitching at the thought.
Half hard, he walked into Wills room, the door was open. Will lied there, sprawled out, naked. This perfect body. It made his eyes water to know Will let him see it all, while he waited for him to wake up. Hands folded in his lap, eyes fixed on the sleeping man. After an hour, the first streaks of sunlight hit the windows and fell to the ground, on Wills body, an image Hannibal would need to commemorate into sketches later. And Will stirred, startled by the light, as he surely planned since he didn’t care to close the curtains. He could’ve made Hannibal wait even longer than this. Will slowly opened his eyes, blinking sleepily, registering him kneeling like he had commanded him to do. A sly smile curled over his face, and he buried himself into his pillows, one arm lying over his eyes, shielding them from the morning sun, his other hand lazily exploring his body. He drew lines over his shapes, over the muscles and flesh, like he had seen Hannibal draw him, so many times. Then, circling fingertips around his cock, ghosting over it, until he groaned and finally touched himself, stroking slowly, like there was noone else in the room. Like Hannibal wasn’t waiting eagerly for his treat, mouth dry from watching. He stroked until his cock was standing up, lying on his belly, and then he was pumping himself, little gasps escaping him.
Hannibals cock twitched and hardened, sweat pouring out all over his skin, his tongue wetting his lips, hands clawed into the skin of his thighs. If Will came without using him, he would beg to lick the spill from his belly. But Will stopped, sat up and shifted towards the end of the bed and then spread his legs over the edge. “I will set the pace this time.” Will drew him closer, placing his cock in Hannibals opened mouth. He let it rest there, testing out the feel of it, then rubbing it on his tongue, until he pulled and forced his cock all the way inside Hannibals throat, him barely getting a chance to open it up and ease him in. Will knew that he could do it, that he could take him all the way. And he pushed inside, relentlessly.
Wills legs twitched and found a better hold on Hannibals shoulders and back, crossing over, keeping him locked up in the bliss of his body and pleasure. This time, Hannibal would come just from the feel of Will in his mouth, it took longer than a few minutes, his throat protesting, hurting, but he only leaned into the pain and wanted to give more. Wills moaning was music to his ears, more ecstatic than any other symphony. When the warm fluid finally hit him inside, Will screamed his name and Hannibal came as well, liquid falling on his belly and running down his cock. After he swallowed every last drop, Will withdrew, hands stroking gently over his face, and then placing a kiss on the ruined mouth. Hannibal barely reacted, only slowly coming to his senses, but Will kissed him long, drawing back and coming in again. Hannibal could’ve swallowed his tongue, so sweet, plunging into him, breathing life into him. One leg still rested on his shoulder, Will rubbing the heel of his foot against his lower spine. “Yes, please”, Hannibal groaned. Will chuckled. “First, you gotta make me breakfast. I’m fucking starving.”
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secretstorystash · 4 years
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Will is wearing Hannibals scent on his skin. Not his blood or sweat, but the whiff of his expensive perfume or deodorant, his shampoo, the particles of his skin. Not that he would ever wear any of his suits, they’d look ridiculous on him and would probably be too big as well. But, Hannibal has an assortment of comfy sweaters in his closet that now far outnumber the expensive suits. In their hideout, it didn’t matter what they wore anyhow. So, instead of buying more jackets and shirts, Hannibal had collected a number of kashmir sweaters. He looked cute in them. Though Will didn’t like to admit to himself that he thought that. Instead, he’d like to pretend it was just the fabric and the nice feel of the expensive wool and that he’d like to try it on himself.
He liked the feel, alright. But he was taken in by the smell. Usually, it was Hannibal who smelled him. Subtle, over the shoulder, walking past him. He especially liked doing that since Will started using Hannibals beauty products. Why bother buying separate items? He had asked him once what he smelled like and Hannibals eyes had started to glow with the love for him. It smelled like the earth after a rainfall in the forest, he said. Like the ground that feels more like home than anything else but underneath the softness, there is the undeniable force of nature. Then, he had said something about ancient people and how they found their gods in the wild and Will had stopped him with a kiss that really shut him up.
It didn’t become more than that, subtle gestures of intimacy, brushes of hands, touching of knees that always made Hannibal shiver. But recently, Will had started making use of his power over the man. It started in the bathroom, after they both brushed their teeth like an old married couple. It had felt so natural, and daring, to just sneak up on him and place a small kiss on his cheek and wish him a good night, with a knowing smirk. Hannibal had nearly choked on the tooth paste.
Then he became more daring, rubbing against him shortly when he said good night and went to his own bed room, placing a hand on his shoulder, or even, like last night, grab his butt. Hannibal wasn’t skittish so it was delightful when he jumped at the touch.
And now it’s the morning and WIll is smelling Hannibal, wearing him on his skin. It shouldn’t feel so good. Rummaging around his closet, grabbing whatever he liked, marking it as his own. Hannibal was outside for his morning shower and he’d come back soon to get dressed. Will was only wearing his shorts, and over that one of the sweaters. The bed sheets were thrown over and looked too inviting to resist the temptation. He laid down on it and waited. His legs stretched out, arms crossed behind his head.
The shower stopped and he could soon after hear footsteps coming near the door. Hannibal peaked inside and stopped, in full shock. He stared. “Will...” Will said nothing and instead rubbed his legs together enticingly. Hannibal blinked and put on his guard again, but he couldn’t hide how red his face got. “I see you’ve taken an interest in my clothes.” “Hmm...”, Will groaned. “It’s comfortable.” “It suits you well.”, Hannibal gulped, visibly. He stood in front of the closet, awkwardly, wearing only the towel. He breathed deeply, still startled by the look of Will on his bed. “May I get dressed?” “You may not.” Hannibal looked up in shock, again. Something like desperate love and lust and hope reflected in his eyes. And confusion. “And...”, his voice cracked up. “And what would you like me to do instead?” “I want you to come here and blow me.”
Will was startled by his own confidence. As always, he followed no plan but simply let himself experience and react to the situation. And the situation was, Hannibal was naked and willing, and he wanted to feel the power he had over him. “I’m not hard yet. So you’re going to have to work me up.” He said, as nonchalantly as possible, meeting Hannibals stare, licking his lips. 
After moments of shock and contemplation, Hannibal jumped on the bed, grabbing the towel so it wouldn’t fall and show his obvious erection. Positioning himself on all fours, between Wills outstretched legs. Hungry as a wolf. “You opening up this possibility is...” Wills cock twitched at the image of submission in front of him. At the hunger in his eyes. He would be eager to suck him off anytime, if he only so much as snapped a finger. “I haven’t had a good orgasm in a while, Hannibal. I’m sure you can deliver.” And Hannibal did.
He sucked him through the thin fabric, making him wet and hard in seconds. All the while Will kept resting on his arms, laid back, watching this powerful man submit to his wish. “Take it in.”, he groaned when he felt himself through the trousers in Hannibals mouth. “Savour it as much as you like.”, he added, as Hannibal looked up at him like a touch starved puppy. “Yes....”, was all he got in response and then Hannibals mouth was on him, taking him as deep as he could, nose buried in his hair, breathing him in, throat opening up around the tip. Will couldn’t help himself and moaned, his hands grabbing Hannibal, wandering through his hair, touching his face, moving it towards him, stroking his cheeks, marveling at this sight, Hannibals perfect mouth stuffed full of his cock, eyes tearing up from it, looking up at him with devotion. “Move.”, Will commanded, not letting go of his face. Watching him, working up and down perfectly while never breaking eye contact. Tears falling down over his cheeks, over Wills hands. “Fuck. You’re beautiful.” Hannibal moaned, thankful and moving even faster, wanting to make Will come and taste him. Will was a groaning mess, he couldn’t keep quiet if he tried. It had been long since he had felt pleasure like that. Let go like that. Was in control like that. And all that with the man he loved. He grabbed Hannibals face even harder, yanking his hair with one hand, burying him in his crotch, as an orgasm shook his body. Hannibal choked on his cum but Will didn’t let go until he finished and told him to “swallow it all, i know you want it.”
After, Hannibal kneeled in front of him, mouth still open, eyes still wide with shock. Savouring Wills taste on his tongue, in his throat. The towel was wet where his cock had started leaking. He probably only needed a few strokes to come, but Will wasn’t comfortable giving him that pleasure, yet. Instead he just got up and said “I’m gonna take a shower. Take care of yourself.” He stopped in front of the bed, discarded his shorts and taking off the sweater. Standing naked in front of Hannibal, who looked at him like he truly was his god, hands still on his knees, breathing hard. Will touched his face again, gently. “Tomorrow morning... I want you kneeling like this, in front of my bed.” Hannibal only knodded, leaning more into the touch. Then Will walked out of the room.
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secretstorystash · 4 years
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a hand under the skin choking will
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secretstorystash · 4 years
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hannibal is on his knees in ropes,...
will  tells him kneel for me.. would you do as i say... would you come just from tasting me.. teases him by grabbing his cock, first hannibal just wants but he is compliant quick enough
lets hannibal smell his cock
tells him to undress and wait, will undresses as well, brushes  against hannibal as he ties him up, making him...
then taste me
i want to see how much you belong to me
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secretstorystash · 4 years
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will the painter and hannibal who commits murders based on it...
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secretstorystash · 4 years
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coffee shop au, hannibal kills rude customers for his fave barrista will
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secretstorystash · 4 years
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two bros chilling in a hot tub very close together cause theyre gay
sometime in early spring when the snows finally started to melt and the air wasnt quite as cold anymore, will thought about installing a hot tub. it was actually tolerable to be outside, the winds not cutting, the snows not clouding everything in white. maybe he could build something to endure the rest of the winter better. there was a meadow not far from the house on top of a hill, looking over the trees and mountains, a full view of the valley. it would be perfect for it.
he assembled as much wood as he could, leftovers from building the barn in summer and autumn, big logs they usually used for making fire. he had a whole workshop with tools at his disposal, some from the former owners, a lot he had bought before they moved here. everything he needed to cut the wood into perfect shapes and nail it all together. it would be makeshift but all he wanted was for it to hold the water in it and not letting it spill or even bursting. he knew enough about boat motors to think up something to generate the heat and keeping a hot temperature.
hannibal mostly sat inside and read his books he had reluctantly ordered from amazon some time in early winter. it wasn’t safe for them to show their faces in town, so better not risk any contact. four huge packages they were, mostly classical works and some more practical for work. at first he had seemed content to just stay in this hut and warming himself in wills company, their conversations all the fuel his mind needed. if it needed any, so elaborate was his mind palace, already a castle in youth, and then gotten bigger and bigger with every new horror, every new delight. in prison, that and his books were all he had. hannibal had said he read so much in his cell, he could nearly recite all of shakespeare now. will was inclined to believe him.
still, he read it all again. spending his time with reading and writing while will was out, sometimes hunting, sometimes chopping wood. and now, nearly the entire day in that barn. he had forbid hannibal from looking, from asking questions. it should be a surprise for him. so hannibal obeyed, naturally, working his way through his newly assembled library.
in late march will had finished cutting and shaping all the necessary ground base, a circle. and then another row of logs that was supposed to go around it. more than once he probably could’ve needed his husbands help but he was too stubborn to ask for it, too focused on the outcome and the joy it would elicit in hannibal. all throughout the winter, they had to use an outdoor shower, on the balcony, which only produced cold water. he was honestly surprised neither of them had a cold in all that time. they had gotten used to it and will especially loved walking out in the early morning, naked in front of the world, in front of nobody, because there were no people anywhere near these parts. standing in front of a black wall of trees, bathing in the cold air and rubbing himself clean with the cold water. hannibal, well, he had accepted it. adjusting more to his feral nature, rather than the aesthetics and luxuries he had gotten used to in his life, even in prison. it didn’t matter, how little they had here. they had each other.
but still, a hot bath would cheer him up immensely. and will, too. in early april, will was ready to set it all up. he had dug a platform on the hill and built a terrace there, mumbling something to hannibal about a look out spot, and that they could sit there in spring. with a twinkle in his eye, and a clear instruction that hannibal was not to go there over the next week or so while will worked on it, hammering about outdoors. he was hidden from view from the trees around it, if he wasn’t he would’ve felt very silly about his whole surprise idea. the idea was probably becoming more and more obvious to hannibal, anyway. but he stayed quiet.
two weeks into april it was finished. one platform, one hut tub. simple enough. all morning he had carried water from the well to fill it up, and then hoping the heater would work and that the temperature would stay stable. it seemed to work well enough. looking around him, dawn broke out in full splendor, from the terrace he was standing on he could see the entire valley filling with light, the birds waking up as well. it was beautiful.
he hurried back to the hut, climbing up the stairs to their cozy living room. hannibal must’ve been awake already now, as they were always woken up by the sun. he probably thought will was outside showering, or making early morning coffee, if he hadn’t noticed him leave earlier. as he rushed in the front door, hannibal was already begging to undress for the cold bath outside. “Stop!” “Will? Everything alright?” “Uhm, yeah, sure, just, stay that way. Naked i mean.” Hannibal grinned. “And come with me.” “Oh..? Another outdoor sex session? Isn’t it a bit too early for that?” Will laughed it off. “Not that. No. It’s the surprise!” “And I should be naked for it?”, Hannibal quirked an eyebrow. “Yes. That would be preferable. If it’s any consolation, i will be naked too.” and Will started pulling off his clothes. “This promises to be a very interesting day.” Hannibal quipped, but complied willingly when a naked Will took his hand and led him out the door.
“It’s freezing.” “Won’t be long now.” “How long through the snow on bare feet?” “Not longer than a minute.” “We went the entire winter without either of us getting seriously ill. You are really jeapordizing that luck now, Will.” “Stop complaining and RUN!”, he dragged Hannibal by the hand and awkwardly ran with him through the fields of snow, following the path he had treaded before. It was so fucking cold. He really hadn’t thought this through. The air practically punched their bodies and into their lungs, their feet becoming ice and then fire again. Will laughed like an idiot, while Hannibal huffed behind him, screaming something about irresponsible behaviour and his age.
Then they came through the trees and rushed towards the hill. “What is that? Oh!” “What do you think?” They now climbed the remaining way up the hill, and Will stood, panting hard, leaning against the tub with one hand. “And there i thought you wanted to try out extreme hunting.” “I’m not that desperate, yet. Fuck, let’s get in. I’m fucking freezing.” He tested out the water with his foot, it felt so hot on his icy skin it seemed to burn. He pushed through the pain and glided in with his whole body. “OH!” Hannibal plunged in after Will, breathing heavily and groaned in ecstacy when he submerged himself in the water. “This is... fantastic, Will. Brilliant. You worked on this, a whole month.” “Yes.. and you didn’t ever ask.” “I kept my mind off it. Didn’t want to guess, not even in thought.” “Mmmh. You are a perfect gift receiver.”
They floated there, high atop the mountains, while the sun claimed the sky. Arms outstretched over the rim, legs stretching over each other. “We should’ve brought wine.” Hannibal laughed. “Though it might be a bit early..” At that, Will pulled out a bottle and two glasses from behind the tub. “I knew what to bring for the occation. Cheers?” They smiled at each other, grinning like two love sick idiots. “Cheers to your impeccable wood working skills.” “Hah! Let’s see when this tub breaks apart. Not today though.” “No, not today.” Hannibal swam, or rather walked, closer to Will. There was barely enough room to sit across from each other anyway. He moved towards his face while Will set aside the wine bottle, having filled both of their glasses to the brim. Hannibal took hold of Wills hand, and the glass, and pressed a kiss to his lips. “It’s beautiful, Darling. You’ve outdone yourself. Truly.” “The little luxuries I can offer.” “You are all I need, you know that. But this is the cherry on top.” They clinked their glasses, eyes fixed on the other, their faces laced with gold, bathing in the light, wet from the hot air around them. Will couldn’t resist the urge to kiss Hannibal back on these perfect lips and hugged tight around him. “Hmm.. i’m feeling randy.” “So, it’s outdoor sex after all.” “Not too early?” “No..”, Hannibal chuckled. “Never too early for you.”
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