#feral beast steven

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Transformers AU List

I've now gone back and given AU names to old posts. Here's a list of all the AUs in no particular order except for categories along with a short description. It's... very long. Will probably update when I realize I missed something.

Major Change To Cybertronians AUs

Merformers AU - Mermaid AU

Humanformers AU - Human AU

Dragonformers AU- Dragon AU

Demonformers AU - Demon AU

Bugformers AU - Cybertronians are bug people.

Floraformers AU- Cybertronians are plant people

Dinoformers AU - Cybertronians are dinosaurs.

Miniformers AU- Cybertronians are the size of action figures.

Human Daemon AU - Cybertronians have daemons and they look identical to humans

Fusion AU - Bots can fuse like the gems in Steven Universe.

Corrupted AU - Cybertronians can get corrupted similar to the gems from Steven Universe.

Nagaformers AU - There exist bots that are like nagas.

Catformers AU - Cybertronians are cats.

Major Changes To Humans AUs

Quirk AU - Humans have quirks like in BNHA.

Zombie AU - Earth is in the middle of a zombie apocolypse when the bots arrive.

Musical AU - Humans live in a musical, cybertronians don't.

Humans And Cybertronians AUs

Humans Are Cute AU - Cybertronians think humans are super cute.

Humans Are Scary AU - Opposite of Humans Are Cute AU.

Celebrity AU - TFP AU where the cons/bots are discovered by everyday humans and become instant celebrities.

Human Bot Swap AU - The humans are cybertronians and sometimes the cybertronians are humans.

Earth Born Bot AU - There's a community of Earth born bots on Earth that know nothing about Cybertron or the war.

Techno Organic AU - Version of Earth Born Bot AU where the bots are all techno organic with beast alt modes.

Shoulder Angel/Demon AU - Humans have little bots on their shoulders acting as their conscience.

Humanity the Show AU - Humans are a made up race by cybertronians for tv shows and games.

Intergalactic Superstar AU - aliens (aka cybertronians in this case) makes first contact with humanity because they want to see their favorite human singer/band perform.

Character And Story AUs

Long Lost Granddaughter Sari AU - Sari is actually Ratchet's granddaughter.

Earth Raised AU - Canon characters if they were born on Earth instead.

Young Commanders AU - Young, pre-war high command gets time travelled to the current day.

Parental Plight AU - Rung is Overlord's Creator.

Remembered AU - Only Cybertron forgot who Primus aka Rung was, the colonies remembered.

Full Cybertronian Sari AU - Sari is fully a cybertronian

Fully Human Sari AU - Sari is a regular human.

The First Megatron AU - TFA AU where Megatron is kinda like a title passed down every now and then and the current Megatron is just the newest one. The First Megatron shows up because he's pissed about what's happened to the movement he founded.

Peepaw Alpha Trion AU - Smokescreen is Alpha Trion's grandson.

TFA Lost Light AU - Lost Light but in Transformers Animated.

Shadowplayed Orion Pax AU - TFA AU where Optimus is Orion Pax but was shadowplayed into forgetting his past

Monarch AU - Bumblebee is Megatron's grandson. Monarch is the name of his Creator (aka Megatron's child). His other Creator is an insecticon named Elytra.

Bee the Insection AU - Bumblebee is half insecticon (can be part of Monarch AU).

Uncle Magnus AU - Ultra Magnus adopted Bumblebee (can be part of Monarch AU).

Feral Baby Soundwave AU - Soundwave is turned into a sparkling and he's a menace.

Mama Blackarachnia AU - Blackarachnia found Sari's protoform and Sari is now a mini-Blackarachnia.

Lockdown Dad AU - Lockdown found Sari's protoform and became her dad.

World Jumping AU - At the end of MTMTE/Lost Light, the Lost Light jumps to different worlds and the crew changes form depending on the universe.

TFA Spider Couple AU - Both Elita One and Sentinel got transformed on Arache 7, into Blackarachnia and Silverbolt respectively.

Inkling Miko AU - Miko is an inkling (from the game Splatoon).

Psychiatrist Cody AU - Cody is hired to rehabilitate the decepticons (crack AU)

Sparkeater Optimus AU - Optimus is a secret sparkeater.

Primus Custodes AU - Pre-war AU where Primus aka Rung's 10000 something demigod bodyguards gets travels in time to find him.

Singer Cyclonus AU - Pre-war AU where Cyclonus forges a new identity and becomes a singer at a bar, with Tailgate being his biggest fan

Spider OP AU - Optimus was the one that turned into a techno organic instead of Elita One.

Tiny Tarn AU - Tarn is a load-bearer similar to Minimus and is actually a minibot wearing a armor.

Megatron the Autobot AU - Megatron early on realized the decepticons were becoming bad so he became an autobot. The war still happened.

TFA Minimus 4ever Magnus AU - All prior Magnuses have been Minimus Ambus, just wearing different armor.

Anti-Prime Cliffjumper AU - Cliffjumper is the son of Unicron

Eldritch Tarantulas AU - Tarantulas is an eldritch horror.

Primus and Rung BFFS AU - Rung is not Primus but Primus head priest/best friend.

Minibot Cyclonus AU - What it says, Cyclonus is a minibot.

Lost Son AU - Getaway finds out Megatron is his dad.

Vehicon Cliffjumper AU - After Cliffjumper's death he possesses the body of a vehicon.

Baby Waspinator AU - Blackarachnia's experiment turns Wasp into an adorable baby Waspinator.

Truthful Getaway AU - Getaway has the same condition as Flywheels and can't lie.

Bitter Orion AU - Orion wanted the Senate to die.

Time Loop AU - Bumblebee (or other bot) is stuck in a time loop.

Reborn Yoketron AU - Yoketron is reborn on Earth.

Empurata Bumblebee - Because of Bumblebee's false allegation of Wasp being a decepticon, he's made empurata.

Matriarch Spider AU - The spider that transformed Elita was a spider matriarch, making Blackarachnia much larger and more powerful.

Daycare AU - The bots and cons are in daycare, no war.

Anodite Bumblebee AU - Bumblebee is an Anodite (from Ben 10).

Cassette Minimus Ambus AU - Minimus goes undercover as a con and gets basically adopted by Soundwave.

TFA True Prime AU - Optimus becomes a true Prime (one with a Matrix).

TFA Mega-smol AU - Megatron is a minibot, shorter than Bumblebee.

Primus Is Among Us - Pre-war functionists find out Rung is Primus.

Borrowed Time AU - Blackarachnia's lifespan is greatly reduced because she's a techno organic.

Mysterious Stranger AU - Rung is not completely forgotten by everyone, just his appearance. All cybertronians have at some point met him but they can't remember what he looks like.

Living Planet AU - TFA AU where the Allspark crashed into a planet made out of solid metal and effectively created Cybertron 2.0.

Survivor AU - TFA AU where Elita One did not become Blackarachnia and escaped the planet, only to return to Cybertron and find out Optimus got all the blame for her supposed death.

Amnesiac Orion Pax AU - Optimus stayed behind with Elita on Archa 7 and while she got turned into Blackarachnia, he got amnesia.

Too Far AU - Pre-war AU where the Senate performed shadowplay on Megatron's s/o and this caused Megatron to finally snap.

Ratchet the Prime AU - Ratchet becomes Prime.

Cityspeaker Sari AU - Sari becomes a cityspeaker.

Megatron the Vehicon AU - Megatron is a vehicon that simply modded himself to look like a bot.

Mama Overlord AU - TFA Overlord is Optimus' Creator

Smokescreen the Prime AU - Smokescreen became the next Prime.

Uncle Magnus AU - Ultra Magnus adopted Bumblebee (can be part of Monarch AU).

Minicon Overlord AU - Overlord was forged as a minibot but was subjected to experiments that made him who he is now. He also has a minicon son named Click.

Spider Sentinel AU - Sentinel was the one to turn into Blackarachnia.

Crossover AUs

Hollow Spark AU - After Rung dies making the Matrices, he's reborn in Hallownest.

TFA/ROTTMNT Crossover AU - Lou Jitsu gets magically transported to Cybertron and transformed into a cybertronian.

One Punch Man AU - There's a cybertronian version of One Punch Man.

Death AU - Death is an actual figure and appears before cybertronians when they die or when lots of death happens. Based on Death from Puss In Boots 2.

Dracula AU - Megatron (or some other bot) is Dracula.

The Owl House AU - Humans have magic like in The Owl House.

TGWDLM AU - Transformers meets the plot of The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals.

Gen:Lock AU - Crossover with Gen:Lock.

SCP AU - Transformers meets SCP.

Doom Guy AU - The Doom Slayer is a cybertronian, Bumblebee is often his grandson.

Misc. AUs

Greek God AU - Bots are different greek gods.

#au list #transformers

[qsmplesbians]

There's two points. Bbh could have a whole magical girl Steven universe fusion moment OR it could a I have a good twin and evil twin moment.

I want a feral beast but like fatherly to the eggs. I want a absolute CREATURE who has a soft spot of the lil ol eggies

#qsmp #badboyhalo qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #badboyhalo #felps feels

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Comforting Jake like it could be fluff or nsfw

Hoy te tocan abrazos y besos -Reader, probably

Jake Lockley + being comforted:

*Marc is very enclosed, but Jake is even worse. The only way to know he's not feeling okay is that he tends to isolate himself and doesn't even talk to you.

*The best way to approach him is sitting not too close to him, in silent, maybe offering him a cigarette (yeah, it's not very healthy but it works like a communication channel, trust me) and giving him silent company.

*If he's wounded, he tends to be reluctant to be attended, his way to "cure himself" is basically standing under the shower and letting the water flush the blood and that's it, so you must be firm and practically force him to allow you to take care of him.

*After a while, is okay to speak. He probably won't be very detailed about his whereabouts but at least he'll vent the things that bothered him the most. Plus, making him talk while you're cleaning the wounds makes Jake feel vulnerable in a very special way, and you can notice he acts more tender towards you, searching for more physical touch.

*Just like Marc and Steven, Jake likes to place his head on your chest. He also likes to grab one of your hands and play with it, lacing his fingers with yours or rubbing the knuckles, like he doesn't believe those hands can be so sweet and loving towards him. He may even place some kisses on it.

*Sing for him. Really, do it. It works like a spell to soothe his mind. Much better if you sing for him in Spanish, plus if are ballads (for some reason I thought of Ximena Sariñana's "Junto a ti" or "Cariño" by The Marías).

*In the worse scenario, Jake can have a burst of rage or frustration which makes him yell and go feral. You shall not worry about you, he would never do anything that hurts you, he'll release is anger against the nearest thing or wall (which usually leads to bleeding knuckles). Don't be affraid, for as soon as you call his name or put a hand on him, the inner beast will calm down and he'll give you the most hurt look before holding onto you like he's a little boy and will cry and sob, muttering apologizes for being so aggresive.

*A soft make out session will work too. Just the two of you laying on the couch or the bed, side by side or you in top of him, giving butterfly like kisses on the tip of his nose and his cheeks and letting him caress you without further intentions. Yes, Jake would never miss a chance to properly fuck with you, but sometimes, just sometimes, he likes to simply feel you and hold you, receiving your softest touches and words.

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight headcanon #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley headcanon #oscar isaac

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Chaotic Four: Curse of The Weremouse - The "Fair" Deal

The Mayor twiddled his thumbs anxiously as he and the heads of the Fair City Safety Committee and Events Committee sat before their guest. A male figure, who by physical appearance, was not an intimidating presence. So the Mayor should have no reason to be afraid, but he was. The Mayor glanced at the other faces of the board, they all had serious expressions, but he could tell that they were also a bit unnerved by the expression of the man who was sitting before them. They just did a better job of hiding it than the Mayor. Normally The Mayor felt he was a friendly guy, very approachable to the people of Fair City. He did his best to answer reasonable requests even if he didn't fully understand the requirements of his job. At the end of the day, The Mayor just wanted to show the people of this city that he was a kind, friendly, and approachable guy. Unfortunately, the person sitting before them was not accepting of that personality at the moment. "So you see Professor Boxleitner," The Mayor began to speak, trying to ignore the hardened angry expression he was receiving from said man, "The committee heads and I believe it will be in everyone's best interest that Mousebraingirl is kept contained and away from the city's first annual "Cheese Appreciation Festival" until the celebration is finished. Of course your daughter would be left under you supervision Professor Boxleitner. With some police checking in on her every now and then to make sure she ins't causing trouble." They Mayor hoped that would calm the man, making him more agreeable to the city officials' plan for the young villainous during this important occasion. They were gravely mistaken. "So you want me to keep my daughter locked up like how she usually is when in prison. When she hadn't even done anything criminal yet. Just so you can have a fantastic, glorified party in honor of the one food item that my child finds insatiably tantalizing!" Steven spat in their faces as he glared at the Mayor and the other people sitting near the man. They Mayor tried to explain the proposal again but Steven wasn't letting him do so. "You all know well that my daughter has an uncontrollable obsession regarding cheese. That is why you have asked me to come and listen to your demands in the first place." Steven sneered. One of the members stood up. "Please Professor Boxleitner! We are trying to be reasonable here with you. Our priority concerns are for the citizens of this city and their possessions. Frankly your child has a nasty habit in the past of causing property damage due to her powers as well as biting and clawing at the local heroes or an unfortunate civilian if they get in the way of her crimes. Mousebraingirl is a feral and dangerous villain. The only reason this city hasn't taken additional measures to deal with someone like her is because she is a child! So please stop acting so stubborn about this and just accept this fair proposal we laid out for you." Steven's eyes widened, looking offended at the person's words for only a brief moment before his face flashed into a dark and dangerous look that indicated they had said the worst thing possible to his face. The person that spoke out gulped and their fellow members along with the Mayor flinched back. For the briefest second, the Mayor thought he was facing Maddrix the Malicious himself. "How dare you." Steven growled, his words sounding scarily calm. "It's not my daughter's fault she can't control her cheese obsession. She is just a little girl who is unable to resist the natural instincts of a vicious mouse attached to her cranium. But you people think she is some type of feral beast that needs to be locked up! You say you are doing this for the "safety" and "wellbeing" of the citizens. We all know you just need another celebration as a means to bring in more tourists and raise profits for businesses which means more money for your pockets come tax season. If you are so worried about my daughter then don't be!" @erraticeris @melodythebunny @liloskull343

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #steven boxleitner #mousebraingirl au #the last superheroes au #maddrix the malicious #the chaotic four: curse of the weremouse #the mayor #mouse boxleitner #becky boxleitner au #the chaotic four #wordgirl ocs #halloween fic

[strange-lace]

In your inverted au what are Sandy Huntsman and Goliath (the strong spider) like? Also how is Sandy and Huntsman relationship like

I’M GLAD YOU ASKED!

Sandy: I took Pigsy’s line about Sandy originally being a ruthless fighter from the pilot and ran with it. Man’s always fighting people, though more on behalf of others who can’t defend themselves. He’s a very feral man, much like MK. Refuses to be called “soft” but has a weakness for cats, refuses to admit it to anyone even after Pigsy convinced him to adopt Mo. Crazy uncle energy, he immediately takes a liking to MK and Mei and them not taking anyone’s shit. And what’s sad is that he used to be like Canon!Sandy but after his kindness was taken advantage of one too many times, he’s decided to go permanently apeshit to avoid being hurt again.

Huntsman: To quote what I’ve said on Discord, Inverted Huntsman is a gentleman that’s not big on fighting but still good at tracking and hunting, though it’s more of an “observer” angle, like those scientists that study the behavior of animals. He’s a pacifist that very rarely resorts to violence, preferring to converse like civilized gentlemen. Man’s got Steven Irwin energy, just loving all animals and their little quirks and somehow being able to tame even the most dangerous and unpredictable ones.

Goliath: I AM MAKING UP FOR WHAT CANON LACKED TO GIVE HIM, NO I’M NOT SALTY. Basically like Beast from X-Men, a very brainy guy that’s prone to talkative rambling about what book he’s been reading, theories he’s thought of, etc. This leads to a rivalry between him and Syntax when he joins the group, Goliath finding Syntax an unhinged mad scientist that overlooks safety for results while Syntax sees Goliath as a boring wannabe professor that’s stuck in his ways and not willing to look outside the box.

Inverted Silktea: Their relationship is Huntsman helping Sandy not be afraid to left himself be soft again while Huntsman finds Sandy being absolutely feral attractive.

#lego monkie kid #inverted au #silktea #sandy #huntsman #goliath #asks for lace #rose-34

[writingkitten]

noises they make in bed? if one or more of them whine or growl during the grand finale I will cease to function. 🥴💚

Fuuuuuuuuuck omg I love this one (I’m gonna focus on sounds specifically, in other words not dirty talk)

Ricardo: you already know my husband is VOCAL! He has the most animalistic growls that resonate deep from within his chest. His sighs sound like how hot water feels on icy skin when you get a shower right after coming in from the snow. His whimpers… god. I can’t even describe how amazing they are. Words don’t do Ricky’s blissful whimpers justice. All in all, does not like to keep quiet (and also wants to hear your sounds too)

Otto: he whimpers A LOT, especially because he’s such a hopeless romantic and when the person he loves is making him feel so good he can’t help but whine at the intense pleasure

Doc Ock: opposite of Otto, this man GROWLS. I mean god knows, he’s supposed to be an octopus but he sounds like a lycan (goes very well with his affinity for biting). Also snarls. Rabid. Feral. Fuck me up, Doc.

Harding: deep moans that start out being trapped in his mouth, his lips not opening as he puts more emphasis on his lover’s pleasure. Once he’s getting really close though the floodgates open and the most guttural wanton moans just fall from his lips

Robert: similar to Ricardo, he makes A LOT of noise! I know I said I wasn’t going to mention dirty talk, but I don’t consider this to necessarily fall into that category: breathless curses will be heard constantly. Ranging from a very quiet “fuck” to the most involuntary wanton “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK”. Things like that, accompanied by throaty groans, deep sighs, and sharp hisses when a particularly sensitive spot on him is touched

Chandler: kinda on the “animalistic” mindset rn so we’ll go with our darker detective now. Growls, snarls, incredibly lewd moans — anything and everything that just sounds like he’s possessed (because he just gets so worked up when hard and ready to fuck)

Diego: sweet moans and breathy sighs, despite being a womanizer he is also a very sensual man so I think very smooth and lustful sounds leave his lips

Harold: okay this can go one of two ways anytime he has sex: 1) it’s very sweet and loving and he moans and hums in pleasure, though with this one I think he likes to use his words more than just sounds. 2) while he is my sweet British boy, there are moments where sweet lovemaking turns into sensual and tender fucking, and when this happens Harold mostly loses his ability to speak. Because of this, he moans a lot more (although I think he has a bit of that old school politeness that keeps him from being as noisy as he could… I think I should offer to share some weed with him to help loosen him up)

Armand: very natural moans and groans, just letting his vocal chords do whatever they want because he’s too lost in pleasure to bother controlling the sounds he makes. Probably a happy median between my husband Ricardo and my doctor Harding.

Arden: boy doesn’t hold his moans back for ANYONE he CAN and WILL make anyone who hears him think the place is haunted

Dick: whispers “yes baby” and quietly moans, gets louder when he’s close to cumming (anxious boy subconsciously keeps himself quiet, I think we need to help him break that habit)

Dunlop: okay so you know how when someone is getting a massage and a particularly sore place gets rubbed and they let out a nice involuntary “mmmmmmmmm” that’s a lot of what my sweetie Steven does

Andres: panting, growling, groaning, another one who’s basically a lycan lmao

Boris: whimpers! whines! gasps! he’s very sensitive and touch starved he can’t help mewling like a little kitten while you ride his cock 🥺

Molina!Penguin (I’m just gonna call him Oswald from now on): similar to Harold (because I think Oswald/Penguin is a Jekyll/Hyde dynamic) so sweet bb Ozzy whimpers and whines and just repeats phrases like “thank you” and “oh my god” a lot, while Penguin just goes full beast mode (again with the use of “animalistic” lol I’m sorry it’s just the best way to describe a lot of the sounds the boys make)

Edelweiss: okay this one (for once) is actually not weird: he’s kinda like Armand, though he repeats phrases like “good girl/boy/baby/your choice of pet name” which Armand doesn’t do (as much)

Big Boss: “mmmmmm” turns to “oh yessssss” to *groans in Texan* to *growls like a cowboy as he cums*

Manuel: heavenly moans, hums, and sighs when the sex is akin to blessing his lover and forgiving their sins. When it’s making them out for their sins, he can sound very demonic for a bishop (my HC is that there is a darkness within Manuel that, while he is dedicated to the lord, has corrupted his methods of worship, like using BDSM as if it were a sacred rite and things like that) (incubus!manuel 👀)

Hank: I wrote this one after I wrote Frank’s so I’m referencing it even though y’all haven’t read it yet lmao. Similar to Frank’s, although Hank is less into the “procedural” style of sex and more interested in just being sloppy and doing what feels good. Because of this he uses “fuck” and “yesss” earlier on in the session.

Frank: a lot of aggressive “oh yeah”, “yessss”, “fuck”, etc. He loves dirty talk because he’s a fan of degradation, so when it comes to non-dirty talk sounds, it usually is just him devolving into the bare minimum of speech.

Horvath: like others on this list, it varies. Passionate fiery lovemaking? Deep moans and sighs of bliss. Aggressive fucking? Sounds like a baritone banshee (funny HC moment: the first time you and Maxim have sex like that, and you hear the sounds he makes, you briefly snap out of your lust and think “Jesus Christ do I need to call an exorcist?”)

#otto octavius #ricardo morales #doc ock #manuel aringarosa #robert aldrich #dick suskind #stephen arden #maxim horvath #Hank Spallone #frank burton #diego rivera #sgt steven dunlop #dr. edelweiss #boris plots #big boss #Molina!penguin #andres galan #armand gamache #Harold Lindsey-Jones #harding hooten #chandler manning #Molina-verse #ask

[loving-slaughter]

Take a Slice | Will x Hannibal | Naka-Choko

DOM WILL IN HIS HOT GIRL SUMMER!! Will shows Hannibal who's really in charge. He finally Takes his Slice. (This turned out really long by accident my bad)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,231 WARNING// NONCON/DUBCON

Tags: Hot Girl Summer Will (post prison); TW: BLOOD; CANON TYPICAL VIOLENCE; Expanding on Naka-Choko (Hannibal Season 2 Episode 10); Plot and Porn; Sub Hannibal; Mentions of The Stagman; biting; bondage; hematolagnia; bloodplay; Sounding; Not Safe or Sane or consensual really; Hannibal doesn't consent to bottoming, or getting tied up, or anything really, he's just going with the flow; Cockstepping; Sounding; Hannibal is a Masochist; Will beats him up (you go queen); overstimulation; Edging; Light Degradation; Hannibal Lecter's Hyperactive Cowper's Glands; Will is a feral little beast; no beta we die like Chilton was supposed to

The window shattered. The barking of the dogs was deafening. The gun was heavy in his hand. The monster burst through his home. His safe space. Tossed aside by the force of the body hurtling through his window, Will landed heavily. The dogs barked. Sweat soaked his clothes. His vision swirled. He looked over and stared.

The Stagman stared back.

Black antlers. Skin like charcoal. Deep inky eyes. Will swallowed. He rose slowly, staring the monster down. He tossed the shotgun aside. The Stagman moved swiftly, pinning Will to the wall, its antlers caging him. Adrenaline pumped through him as he struggled beneath the beast. He gripped its antlers, lifting his body to thrust his legs into its gut. The monster stumbles over, landing beside the fireplace. Will recovers himself and strides slowly over to the dark creature. Anticipation. He wanted to get close and personal with the beast. Feel flesh split against his knuckles. He kicked the shotgun away and straddled the Stagman. His knuckles connected with the bony cheek of the monster. Will punched again and his vision swirled. Hannibal lay beneath him, smiling up at him with blood dribbling down his chin. Heat pooled in Will's gut. He grabbed him by the hair and pressed his lips against Hannibal's, tasting the blood as it seeped into his mouth. He tears away and punches again, feeling his nose shatter with the impact. Seeing the blood marring Hannibal's complexion brought him pleasure. He felt Hannibal move beneath him as a sick chuckle bubbled in his throat. He wanted to wipe that smile clean off of the bastard's face. He watched as his vision warped once more as black antlers sprouted slowly from the crown of Hannibal's head. Will grabbed them, pleasure and bloodlust peaking within him. He wrenched. The crack of bones rang in the heavy silence of the house, his dogs having run outside to avoid the violence. The feeling of the kill left a near orgasmic haze hanging over Will. He stood up and stared at the now lifeless body of Randall Tier, the Cave Bear Killer.

. . .

" I'd say this makes us even.... I sent someone to kill you; You sent someone to kill me. Even Steven."

Will stood in the dining room of Hannibal's home, Randall Tier's lifeless body laying on top of the table. He stared Hannibal down, gauging his reaction. Hannibal stared back, wearing an expression of catlike curiosity.

"Consider it an act of reciprocity."

Will scoffed, a smirk set high on his face. "Polite society normally places a taboo on taking a life”

Hannibal watched Will, studying him as a researcher would study an animal in the wild. “Without death we would be at a loss. It’s the prospect of death that drives us to greatness.” Hannibal approached Will, watching him as he flexed his fingers, seeming rather unsure of himself. “Did you kill him with your hands?”

Will swallowed, remembering the sheer animalistic pleasure that coursed through him when he straddled and beat what he saw to be Hannibal. He stared at his hand, the flesh of the knuckles split and bloody. "It was... Intimate."

Hannibal stared, seeing the odd expression on Will's face. He took hold of Will's hand, examining the bloodied flesh. "It deserves intimacy. You were Randall Tier's final enemy."

Will stared at Hannibal, remembering how blood flowed from his nose and shone on his teeth when it leaked from a split lip. He gave a little shudder as he felt the warmth of Hannibal's hands on his own. He sat down at the table, suddenly feeling a bit weak.

As Hannibal cleaned Will's knuckles, he remained vigilant, watching for any clues as to how Will felt about the night's events. "When you killed Randall, did you fantasize you were killing me?"

Will looked into Hannibal's curious gaze, suppressing heated feelings of desire. "I never felt as alive as I did when I killed when I was killing him."

Hannibal gave Will a soft smile, ignoring the odd sheen that glazed over the other man's blue-green gaze. He continued, gently wrapping gauze around Will's split knuckles. "And you owe Randall Tier a debt. How will you repay him?"

Will turned away to look at the body lying on the table. He knew what Randall had desired more than ever. He knew that he wanted to become his true self. Will rose from his seat at the table and rounded it, stopping at Randall's head. He rested a hand on a cold cheek, looking into the man's sightless eyes. He tensed as he felt the warmth of Hannibal's body as the other man stood closely behind him. He heard Hannibal inhale, taking in his scent. Will knew Hannibal's nose was sharp, but what exactly could the man smell on him?

Arousal. The thick, heavy musk of arousal filled Hannibal as it wafted off of Will in waves. He leaned against Will, pressing his body against him, his lips nearly brushing Will's ear. "Randall wished to become what he believed to be his true self. Take his slice of life." Hannibal crooned. "Tell me Will, will you take yours?"

It seemed to happen in slow motion. Will grabbed Hannibal by the wrist and shoved himself against him. Taken by surprise, Hannibal stumbled as Will used his body to force Hannibal back. A deep growl rumbled in Will's throat as Hannibal hit the wall. "You stay out of my head, you bastard."

Hannibal chuckled, not bothering to fight back. "My dear boy. Everything that happened tonight was all you, Will. You're Becoming."

Will snarled, thrusting his knee into Hannibal's crotch. A jolt went through Hannibal, his smile faltering. Pain then spiked at his scalp as Will tugged at his hair. "Liar." Will hissed. "It's you. You have been messing with my head from the very beginning."

Hannibal slumped, resting his chin on Will's shoulder. "The only lying that's happening now is the lying that you are doing to yourself." Hannibal said softly. "The longer you turn away from the truth, the harder it will become to live with the feelings turmoiling within."

"I'm not lying!" Will's voice rose to a shout as he thrusted a fist into Hannibal's gut. Hannibal grunted, falling backwards. Gazing up at Will from his place at his feet, he looked into the troubled gaze of the conflicted young man. Then, the light in Will's eyes shifted. It was no longer clouded, but darkened with sadism. Will couldn't explain it, but seeing Hannibal gazing up at him made him feel good. Like that's how things should be. Will lifted a foot and placed it gingerly between Hannibal's legs, the toe resting against the man's crotch. "I'm not lying..." Will repeated with a growl. "Not anymore."

Hannibal smiled, rolling his hips against Will's foot, shuddering as Will added pressure. "I'm glad," He grunted. "Tell me your truth."

Will looked down at Hannibal, regarding the look of arousal on the man's face. ""My truth?"

"What did you feel as you killed Randall?" Hannibal murmured, shivering with pleasure. "What is it that you saw?"

Will pressed down on Hannibal's crotch, watching as the man beneath him gave another shudder. "I straddled the monster of my nightmares and fought with intent to destroy. I blink and I'm straddling you, so I fight with intent to teach."

Hannibal let out a low moan as Will rubbed his foot against his crotch. "Teach?"

"Your place," Will muttered. "Seeing the blood on your face as you lay beneath me... I couldn't help but feel turned on."

Hannibal tensed, pain twisting round pleasure like a coiling snake as Will stepped on him. "A violent fetish," Hannibal rasped, grinding against Will's foot. "Sadism is common in true killers."

"Am I a true killer, Dr. Lecter?" Will crooned, easing pressure to allow Hannibal to continue humping his foot.

"It's what I see, Will." Hannibal answered, his head hanging. He was now panting, the viper poised to strike. "What is left is for your gaze to clear."

Will watched. He was vaguely aware of his own erection straining in his pants, fixed so intently on the vulnerability Hannibal was showing. "You're too sure of yourself, Doctor. You speak with such confidence, forgetting your current position at my feet."

Hannibal now struggled to keep quiet, low moaning laced between heavy breaths as he chased his high. "Whatever you think, Will..." Hannibal managed to say. "It's your own path you are forging. Not one forged by me. I simply guide."

"I never asked for a guide." Will growled. "I'm not a follower."

Will pulled his foot away and thrusted it back.

Hannibal tossed his head back, a sharp throaty moan tearing from him as his back arched away from the wall. The viper that had coiled tightly deep within him struck, spitting venom. Hannibal's orgasm tore through him, leaving him shuddering. His trousers grew damp as semen soaked the fabric. The power Will held over him now was incredible, and Hannibal welcomed it with open arms. He admired how far Will had come; From a twitchy, nervous profiler, to a powerful, fearless killer, willing to take the Ripper by the antlers. One step further in his Becoming.

. . .

Will stood in the shadows, watching as the agents milled around the scene. The skeleton of a saber-toothed cat, adorned with the face and flesh of Randall Tier stood in the middle of it all.

"The killer chose not to dispose of the body, but to display it instead." Jack Crawford's voice echoed in the hall of the museum."Denied the respectful end he had denied others."

Hannibal stepped forward, observing the display. "A jarring reminder of the informalities of death." He said, watching Will from the corner of his eye. "This is humiliation. A final indignity."

Will stepped out of the shadows, meeting Hannibal's gaze. "He isn't mocking him," Will said. "This isn't disdain... He's commemorating him."

Hannibal shot Will a knowing look. "This killer has no fear of the consequences of what he has done."

Will returned the look, then closed his eyes. "No guilt...."

He watched the pendulum swing, opening his eyes to meet the gaze of the display. "Hello again...."

"Come closer. I wanna see you." The voice of Randall Tier echoed. Will walked closer, gazing at the display with a look close to admiration. "Can you see you?"

"Clearer and clearer." Will answered, circling the display. "He forced me to kill you...."

"He didn't force you." Randall answered, emerging from the shadows. "He guided you. What you did was commemorate me. You made me a monument.'

Will didn't meet Randall's eye, continuing to circle the display. "I did what was mean to be done, I gave you your slice of life."

"But you don't want someone to give you yours." Randall answered. You want to take it for yourself, correct?"

Will nodded, watching his feet. "I don't want to be guided to it. I want it to be my own."

Randall hummed in acknowledgement. "Dr. Lecter obviously wants to lead you to the slice of pie he wants you to take." Randall said, beginning to circle, countering Will's direction. "Will you take a Slice from there, or will you bake your own?"

Will shrugged. "I want him to know that I won't be toyed with anymore. I may be too far down his path to change direction, but I want to continue down it on my own terms. I will not follow blindly. Not anymore."

The two men stopped, finally meeting gaze. Randall gave Will a blink of encouragement. "Take your Slice, Will."

Will opened his eyes, staring Hannibal down. "This is a thank you."

. . .

You could hear barking but there were no dogs in sight. An eerie glow lit his home, source unseen. Will sat on his bed, watching the clock tick backwards. There was blood staining the wood floor in front of the fireplace and an odd thumping sounded from the hall. Will finally turned to acknowledge the sound, despite it having been going on for quite a while now. He rose from his seat on his bed and approached the hall. The Ravenstag gazed at him, its breath billowing in the cold air of the home. Will gazed back, tilting his head questioningly. The Ravenstag huffed, bowing its head towards the stairs. He heard the thumping again, this time coming from upstairs. Will walked up and his eyes widened in shock.

The stairs led, not to a hall of unused bedrooms, but to one large, almost empty room. Paintings lined the walls, all gory in nature, and the floor was almost entirely covered in fur rugs except for a spot in the middle where a knife lay on the uncovered wooden floor. And just above the knife was Hannibal, strung up with dark red rope, tied artfully into a harness. His wrists were tied and his arms spread, the rope fastened to hooks on opposite walls. Rope extended from the knot at his collarbone and wrapped around his neck to form a collar. On the crown of his head was a glorious rack of antlers, their bone white hue contrasting beautifully with the red rope tied and fastened to hooks on the walls, tight enough to restrict movement, but with enough slack to allow him to move his head minutely. A gorgeous recreation of the crucifixion of Christ.

Will's gaze raked Hannibal's body. The man was nude, gloriously nude. Hannibal shifted as much as the ropes allowed, tossing his head back. His antlers hit the wall behind him, creating the thumping sound Will had heard earlier. Hannibal's abdominal muscles flexed and his cock twitched. Oh, he was incredibly hard, the shaft flushed pink and the tip and angry red. Hannibal shifted again, letting his head hang as far as the ropes allowed him to. A soft groan left Hannibal's lips and a thick string of precum leaked from his slit, dripping slowly towards the floor.

"Oh, Will..."

Will shivered. Hannibal, gorgeous Hannibal, hung so helplessly, moaning his name. Oh, It was a sight to behold. Will stepped forward, feeling the fur of a large, white rug soft beneath his feet. He walked towards Hannibal, crouching at his feet. Hannibal let out a little groan, unable to look down at Will. Will smiled to himself and picked the knife up off the floor. He brushed the tip of the blade against the sole of Hannibal's foot, watching with amusement as the man squirmed. Will continued to tease, running the tip of the blade along the inside of one of Hannibal's thighs. Hannibal whimpered, shuddering as more precum dripped from his cock. Will brushed the tip of the knife along the underside of Hannibal's cock, relishing the needy moan that slipped from Hannibal's parted lips. He rose a bit to face Hannibal's cock, wrapping his lips around the tip and rubbing the tip of his tongue against his slit.

"W- Oh god.." Hannibal gasped, legs trembling.

Will caressed one of Hannibal's thighs, the salty, slightly bitter flavor of his precum dancing on his tongue. Will hummed, pressing the blade of the knife against the meat of his thigh. Will pulled off of Hannibal's cock with a quiet pop and we whipped his arm to the side, cutting into Hannibal's thigh. Hannibal let out a moan and his antlers thumped against the wall. A liquid splattered Will's face, thick and warm. Hannibal came on him.

Will scoffed, wiping away the semen. He stood and looked up at Hannibal.

"Forgive me, Will..." Hannibal whined, licking away blood from his lip. "Forgive me, my love..."

Will groaned, his cock straining against his pants. He stared at Hannibal, his eyes coming. to rest at the man's neck. Impulse. He reached up, pressing the blade against Hannibal's throat. "Darling..." Hannibal moaned.

Will sliced and warm blood rained down on him.

Will's eyes snapped open. He was laying in bed, drenched in sweat, with an erection tenting his boxers. He's had wet dreams before, He's had dreams where he killed, he's had dreams (nightmares) about Hannibal, but never all three at once. He never realized how far his fascination for Hannibal went. How deep the wound ran. It was infected now. Festered with bloodlust and laciviocity. He ached, hungered, for Hannibal. Wanted to feel him from the inside. But he also wished to see the water run red. Sink his teeth into the meat of him and watch the blood seep from gashes in his flesh, the skin purpling over broken blood vessels. Will shook his head and rubbed his eyes till he saw stars. He was able to feel himself spiraling.

He slid out of bed, stepping carefully around numerous dog beds. Winston looked up at him, head tilted. The dog watched his master slip into a pair of jeans and a flannel button up, only for him to pause and take the clothing off. He pulled out a pair of dress pants and a forest green button down. He grabbed a bag from the corner of the room, pacing around his home and shoving various items into it. Rope, a narrow leather pouch, among other things. He slipped on a waterproof jacket and paused at the door, looking at the shotgun resting by the door frame. He mulled for a moment, then grabbed the shotgun and his keys. He opened the door, narrowing his eyes against the rain blowing in through the doorway.

Winston got up, ready to follow his master out into the rain. Will turned and crouched to pet the dog, ruffling the fur on his head.

"You gotta stay, bud" Will coddled him, rubbing his ears. Winston stared at his master ruefully, sensing the tension roiling within the man. He whined, nuzzling Will's hand. Will chuckled, rubbing Winston's head between his hands. "It's okay, boy... I'll be back soon, okay?"

Winston huffed, watching his master leave. Will trudged through the snow towards his car, shotgun in hand. He could feel his heart rabbiting in his chest the entire drive to Baltimore. He glanced at the shogun resting against the dashboard. He was not sure why he felt the need to bring it. Unsure of the motivations behind going to Hannibal's home. His thoughts swirled in his head, scenarios playing through. More than half of them were erotically violent. He arrived at Hannibal's place, sitting in his car as he slowly slipped into crisis. The lights in Hannibal's home were on. Will couldn't really slip inside unnoticed, so there goes his original plan to sneak in and suprise the man. He takes the shotgun and holds it close, his mind spiraling. His gaze flicks nervously towards Hannibal's home, his fingers curling against the gun. He leaves the car, heart pounding.

He drifted across the lawn, skirting the Bentley. He stood at the porch, clutching the shotgun in his left hand. He felt sweat begin to bead at his skin as he raises a hand to knock at Hannibal's door. The moment it took for Hannibal to open the door seemed to span across an eternity.

Will gripped the shotgun, holding it close to his body. The doorknob clicked. Will's muscles tensed. The door opened.

The crack of the shotgun connecting to Hannibal's skull echoed in the silence. The force of the swing nearly took Will off his feet. He was panting now, the end of the shotgun resting against the ground. He stared down at Hannibal, now lying at his feet. Blood decorated the man's temple where the flesh split against the shotgun. Will's heart was fluttering his chest like a trapped bird. He was starting to slip into a panic. He stepped into Hannibal's home, setting the shotgun aside, then grabbing Hannibal under the armpits and dragging him inside.

. . .

Hannibal blinked. His vision was hazy and a dull ache pounded against his skull. He shifted his body, then realizing he was bound to a chair. He jerked his body against the bindings, looking down at them. They were expertly, rather artistically, tied, binding his legs and torso to the chair and, in the dim lighting, Hannibal saw that the ropes were red. He stopped moving, staying very still. Hannibal was able to hear quick, panicked breathing. The scent of stress permeated the room. He squinted at the shadows, watching the silhouette of a man crouched against the wall. Beneath the sour smell of stress, Hannibal could smell an awful aftershave and beneath that, the scent of Will.

"Will?"

"Shut up," Will said softly, his voice raspy.

"Will, what is this about?"

Will stood up, stomping towards Hannibal. He thrusted the muzzle of the gun against Hannibal's chest, glaring at him.

"I said shut up!" Will hissed. Hannibal swallowed, gazing into Will's wild eyes.

"What troubles you, dear friend?" Hannibal asks calmly, his breathing even. Will's eyes narrow, his lip curling.

"We're not friends," Will growled. "We've never been friends."

Hannibal winced, feeling a bit hurt. He always had seen Will as his friend, and knowing now spiteful Will felt towards him stung.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Will."

Will scoffed. "You're not sorry," He shifted, resting the muzzle of the gun against Hannibal's forehead. "You've never felt sorry for anything. You're incapable of guilt."

Will wasn't an idiot, that's for sure. He had obviously had enough of Hannibal's bullshit, from the moment he was incarcerated at the BSHCI. Hannibal gazed at Will, feeling rather proud of how far his boy had come. "Tell me Will. What could I do to warrant forgiveness"

Will stared back, eyes narrowed.

"Are you going to shoot me, Will?" Hannibal asked, a sly croon in his voice.

Will grimaced, lifting the shotgun away. "Nah, that'll let you off too easy." Will mused, not looking at Hannibal. "I can't take back what you've taken from me, but I can take something of yours."

"I've taken nothing," Hannibal hummed. "I've simply given."

"Yeah, right" will growled.

"What would you like me to do, dear Will?" Hannibal purrs, looking amused.

Will's gaze darkened. "You? Nothing. You're gonna sit there and let me take..."

Hannibal lowered his voice, his accent growing heavy. "Take what, cunning boy?"

Will grinned at Hannibal. He then thrusted his foot against Hannibal's chest, knocking the chair over backwards. Hannibal grunted as he hit the ground, the movement making him dizzy. Will leaned over to look down at Hannibal, a smirk on his face. "Pride."

Another crack. Will brought the butt of the shotgun down onto Hannibal's face, breaking his nose. He then untied him and lifted him up.

Hannibal opened his eyes once more and found himself in his bedroom. He licked his top lip, tasting blood. His nose stung, and, as he ran his tongue along his front teeth, he realized that one of his teeth were chipped. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and Hannibal realizes he's naked. His arms were tied behind him, his legs were bent and spread, calves and thighs tied together underneath him, preventing him from unfolding his legs. Another rope was wrapped around his neck like a collar, the end of the rope tied to the rope around his arms. His legs ached against the hardwood floor and his head pounded. He struggled against his bindings keeling forward and hitting his forehead against the floor. He heard a snicker and strained to see Will walking towards him.

"God, you're a pain in the ass." Will's voice rang with a rich timbre as the man rounded Hannibal, stopping to stand behind him. "But I've got to give it to you... You sure are pretty." Will lifted his foot, dragging the top of it along Hannibal's balls. Hannibal tensed, a chill running down his spine. Will then grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up. Hannibal swallowed, gazing into Will's greenish blue eyes. Will had a smirk on his face, and his eyes were dark and hooded. He pulled something out of his pocket and fidgeted with it in his hand. "Do you always carry a scalpel with you, Dr Lecter?"

Hannibal shivered as Will dragged the tip of the blade along his collarbone. "Yes."

"Why?" Will asked, making a shallow cut at Hannibal's collarbone. Will noticed the obscene amount of precum already dripping from Hannibal's cock and smirked.

Hannibal swallowed again. "Just in case."

Will stood upright, looking down on Hannibal. "Well, I guess I'll keep it with me. Just in case."

Hannibal watched as Will strides over to the plush chair in the corner of the room, looked at it, look back at him, and walks back. Will then grabbed one of the ropes and practically dragged Hannibal towards the chair.

"Now," Will says as he drops into the chair. "Do you know how much you make my head spin?" Will doesn't let Hannibal answer. "You've been working your way into my head. You started showing up in my dreams. Would you like to know what dreamed about earlier, Dr. Lecter?" Hannibal stared at Will, unsure of what to say. Will hums, leaning to caress the side of Hannibal's face. "I dreamed of you. Tied so pretty. So vulnerable. I looked at you and thought: 'That's where you belong'. You have been picking away at me for the longest time. Making me vulnerable. I'm sick of it. So now it's my turn." Will leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs. He looks at Hannibal, a curious stare.

"What do you think would be appropriate...?"

"I don't know, Will..." Hannibal answered. Will frowned.

"Calling me Will... makes us equals. We're not equals. Not right now." Will muses.

Hannibal states back. "May I suggest I call you "sir", then?"

Will raised an eyebrow. "If that's what you want..."

Hannibal leaned forward to rub his cheek against Will's knee. Will scoffed, jerking his knee, hitting Hannibal's cheekbone. Hannibal let out a soft grunt, the pain from the bump against his jaw mingling with the pounding of his head.

"Acting like a little slut isn't gonna let you off easy, Dr. Lecter."

Hannibal looked up at Will, his eyes glittering "Then what would you like from me Will?"

Will moved his leg in between Hannibal's and kicked. Hannibal hissed, squeezing his thighs closed, his head hanging.

"You're supposed to call me 'sir' remember?" Will mocked, forcing his foot between Hannibal's legs, spreading them. "Then again, I think you want to be punished..."

Hannibal shuddered. He stared at Will, reverence filling him. His Will, great God seated before him. The monster he has crafted, taking its rightful seat at the throne. "Then punish me."

A wide, Foxlike smile spread across Will's face. He leaned forward to run a hand through Hannibal's hair. "Oh, punish you I will."

Hannibal gazed at Will, his eyes glassy, as the man caressed his face. He didn't know what he was feeling for Will at that moment. Love wasn't quite it. Devotion. Obsession. Hannibal shivered.

Will brushed his thumb along Hannibal's lips, eyes trained on them. A hum rang in Will's throat as he admired Hannibal "Open your mouth, will ya?"

Hannibal let out a shaky breath and parted his lips. His tongue brushed against the pad of Will's thumb, tasting him. Will slipped an index finger into Hannibal's mouth, pressing a nail into his tongue. Hannibal let his tongue slide out of his mouth, gazing up into Will's eyes.

"God, I'd fuck that stupid face of yours..." Will growled, voice husky. Pink dusted across the bridge of Hannibal's nose, arousal pooling low. Will leaned close, lips nearly touching Hannibal's. He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue, saliva pooling on it. Will's spit ran down his tongue onto Hannibal's, spilling onto his chin. Hannibal groaned, eyes hooded. Will pulled back to admire his work.

Then leaning back towards Hannibal, Will slides his tongue against Hannibal's, lips locking. Hannibal moaned, leaning forward into the kiss. Pain prickled at his scalp as Will tugged on his hair. Hannibal rolled his hips as Will slid off the chair onto the floor, a knee slotted between his legs.

"Oh, fuck." Will groaned as Hannibal grinded against his knee. "You’re soaking my pants". Hannibal stuttered, relishing the sound of Will's husky voice washing over him. He buried his face into Will's neck, mouthing at the flesh. Will caressed the back of Hannibal’s head, bringing the scalpel in his hand to the base of Hannibal's neck and cut.

Hannibal gasped, body tensing. Will gathered blood on the tips of his fingers from the cut he gave Hannibal and ghosted them over the man's twitching cock. "I'm not even touching you and yet you're moaning like a whore.” Will crooned, smearing blood onto Hannibal’s pelvis. Hannibal gritted his teeth, a whimper rising in his throat. Will smirked, dragging his bloodied fingertips along the shaft of Hannibal’s cock, feeling every twitch and shudder. 

"Will, please... Hannibal choked, staring at Will.

"Please, what? Will purred, thumbing at Hannibal’s skin. “You're in no position to ask for favors, Dr. Lecter...”

Hannibal let out a breathy moan, hips canting. Precum was pooling in a small puddle beneath him, thick and shing in the faint moonlight that illuminated the room. He held back a shameless whine as Will stood to sit back into the chair. Hannibal watched Will take off his shoes and socks and admired the smooth skin showing from the top of the shirt where the buttons were undone. Will then placed his foot on Hannibal’s crotch and Hannibal was unable to stifle a moan.

"You seem to like being stepped on, don't you, Dr Lecter?” Will crooned, teasing Hannibal with his foot. "Do you like it when I tease?" Will brushed his toes along the shaft, watching as even more pre-ejaculate leaked from his slit. "Or are you just a masochist?”

Hannibal let out a loud moan, laced with both pleasure and pain as Will pressed down on his balls with his foot. Gasping, he watched as Will pulled a long narrow leather pouch from the bag at his side.Will opened the pouch and pulled out a long, thin metal rod. Hannibal tensed.

“Do you know what this is, Dr Lecter?" Will asked, holding the metal rod gingerly between his fingers.

"Sounding Rod." Hannibal answered, licking his lip anxiously.

"Uh-huh, and do you know what I'm gonna do with it?" Will purred.

“Use it on me, I suppose.”

Will chuckled, sliding off the chair onto the floor. “Normally you’d put lube on your dick, but you're so damn wet that I don't think I have to...”

Hannibal hissed as the cold metal of the sounding rod touched his tip. Will held onto his cock as he eased the tip of the rod into Hannibal’s slit. "Will!" Hannibal cried out, shuddering as he felt the rod slide slowly into his urethra.

"Stay still, I could hurt you real bad if you keep moving." Will growled. "It won't be a good hurt either...”

Hannibal swallowed, his body tensed. His breathing grew heavy as Will continued to ease the rod down his urethra. It wasn't long till a jolt went up Hannibal's spine as the tip of the rod touched his prostate. The insatiable urge to cum seared through Hannibal. He spasmed, desperate. The rod blocked his urethra, preventing him from release.

"Will please…" Hannibal gasps. 

Will grinned and pulled the sounding rod out, a string of lube and pre-ejaculate following. He put the rod aside and stroked Hannibal's cheek with his thumb. "Poor, poor Dr. Lecter." Will crooned, dragging a finger up along the underside of Hannibal's cock. Use your words. What is it that you want?"

"I'd love nothing more than to feel you in any way that I can…." Hannibal rasps. 

 Will smirked, sitting back on the chair. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his dick. Stroking himself, he beckoned Hannibal with a finger. "C'mere, Dr. Lecter…"

Hannibal moved forward towards Will, eyeing his cock. He looked up at Will, waiting for instructions. Will rose to his feet and grabbed Hannibal by the hair. He rubbed his tip against Hannibal's lips, wetting them with precum.

"Open your mouth, Doctor." Will crooned, voice raspy.

He let out a sigh of pleasure as Hannibal wrapped his lips around the head of Will's cock, rubbing the tip of his tongue against his slit. Will's grip on Hannibal's hair tightened as he pushed his cock deeper into Hannibal's mouth, hitting the back of the other man's throat. Hannibal gagged just a bit, spit dripping from the corners of his mouth as Will began to thrust into his mouth, moaning as tears welled up in his eyes as Will went deeper, fucking his throat. Hannibal struggled, trying not to gag. Spit dripped in a string from his chin as Will thrusted, and his eyes rolled back.

"Mmm, fuck..." Will moaned, slowing down. He pulled his cock out of Hannibal's mouth, gently hitting him on the cheek with it. He then sank back down onto the floor, straddling Hannibal. Will pressed his cock up against Hannibal's, rubbing them together. Hannibal let out a breathy moan, pressing his forehead against Will's and Will presses his lips against Hannibal's, tasting himself on the man's skin. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. He reaches behind Hannibal and cuts his wrists free and Hannibal's hands go for Will's hips, fingers slipping into the waistband of his pants. Will rose just a little, allowing Hannibal to pull his pants down over the swell of his ass.

"May I?" Hannibal asked tentatively, brushing the tips of his fingers against Will's hole. Will shook his head, brushing his own fingertips against Hannibal's lips.

"Suck on 'em, will ya? I want 'em nice and wet." Will purred, his southern accent growing more prominent. Hannibal complied, taking Will's fingers into his mouth and curling his tongue around them. He coated Will's fingers in spit, sucking on them fervently. Will chuckled, pushing his hips further into Hannibal's lap, a dark smile on his face. He was able to feel Hannibal's precum slicking the skin as he ruts against the other man. He pulled his fingers out of Hannibal's mouth, watching with glittering eyes as the string of saliva stretches between his fingertips and Hannibal's lips.

He gazed at Hannibal, eyes glittering. He dragged his fingers down Hannibal's balls, soaked with precum, then pressed them against Hannibal's taint, grinning as Hannibal shudders. "Will.... What are you-" Hannibal cut himself off with a sharp moan of surprise as Will pushes a slick finger past the ring of muscle of Hannibal's hole. Will grinned lazily, curling the finger as he dragged it slowly along Hannibal's inner walls, pressing against his prostate. More of that slick, clear fluid oozed out of Hannibal's cock, pooling onto his belly. "W-Will... I don't... I've never.... I can't..." "Shhhhh.... yes you fucking can.... I'm gonna make you..." Will growled, shoving in another finger, thrusting them a bit faster. Hannibal's precum ran down his ass, slicking the way for Will's fingers as Will thrusted them against his prostate. Hannibal jolted, hips thrusting up into the air, letting out a long whine. "Will... please, I-I'm... I'm going to.... Willllll!" Hannibal almost wailed, body shuddering as Will pulled his fingers out, denying Hannibal his release. Will chuckled, running his hand through Hannibal's hair. "Shhh.... So damn needy..." Will hummed, dragging his fingers through that puddle of ooze that gathered on Hannibal's belly, slicking his own cock with it. He pushed Hannibal back and pushed his knees up, so Hannibal was open and exposed, ready for Will to take. Will had that lazy grin on his face as he took his cock and rubbed the fat head against Hannibal's hole, crooning as Hannibal whines. "I'm gonna stretch you out so good.... you're only gonna be able to feel good on my cock...." Hannibal was panting, on the brink of panic, dazed with shock and arousal. He had no time to process anything when Will slams in, hitting his prostate in one thrust. Hannibal jerked, letting out a loud moan. Cum spewed out in ropes across his belly, clinging to the hair. Will growled in delight, fingers wrapped tightly around Hannibal's ankles. He thrusted relentlessly, ignoring Hannibal's pleading.

"Will! I-I can't! P-Please! I-It's too much, darling! Darling p-please!" Hannibal wailed, cock going soft on his wet, sticky belly, seminal fluid oozing out still as Will milked his prostate with rough thrusts against that little organ. Hannibal felt small.... chained and controlled. Subdued. It was humiliating..... exciting. His heart fluttered and his stomach swirled as he felt the cut on his back rub against the carpet. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes as Will fucked into him, nearly painful pleasure overwhelming him. He felt like he was going to pass out.

Hannibal then clenched hard around Will's fat cock after a particularly violent jab to his prostate and Will groans. Hannibal sobbed in relief as he felt that rush of Will's hot, sticky cum flooding his ass. He felt lightheaded, dizzy. He had a stupid, lazy smile on his bloodied face, and Will wraps his fingers around his neck. Will leaned in close and growls low. "You're mine..... I'm not yours... but you're mine.... got that?" Hannibal nodded.

Will leans in and presses a deep, passion filled kiss to Hannibal's lips, growling into them. "Mine...."

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[strangestcase]

Tw mention of rape and murder

Thoughts on I Have no Mouth and I Must Scream? Gorrister's arc saved me life quite literally so I have Strong Feelings (TM) about it.

AM is as babiefied as Edward Hyde and I fucking hate the fandom for it. He's a canon rapist and writers make him an angsty human twink and try to set him up with their emo girl oc

Ellen deserved better. Instead of having a weird sex thing with Benny he's her gay best science friend. She's if Steven Grant were a singlet. (P.S. Ellen/Steven is my new favourite crack ship)

Gorrister is underrated. I love him. He would get along with so many people. He'd be a father figure to Chell (Portal duology). He'd be drinking buddies with Jake Lockley (Moon Knight).

Ted is a scared trans man who thinks everyone would hate him if they found out but he's stuck here with a man who commited war crimes during WW2, the gay guy who commited slightly less war crimes in Veitnam, the clinically depressed guy who does not give a fuck and world's nicest token girl. They don't care about your bits, Ted, they care about your crimes.

Benny killed his boyfriend he is not cute soft gay boi uwu this man is fucked up repressed science man who alternates between scheming mastermind and feral beast. Sound fucking familiar? Yeah even AM makes the obvious joke and Benny hates it because it's true.

We don't talk about Nimdok because we all know what he did even if he doesn't.

Your thoughts/theories/ headcanons?

I think AM would do numbers in Reddit

[aroacemisha]

Have you figured out how the reunion between Belos and Hunter might play out in S3 of the RL AU, as well as the reunion with the rest of the family members (Kiki and Steve)?

I have ideas for how Belos and Hunter reunite.

Every once in a while, Hunter starts seeing brief glimpses of a black wolf with glowing blue eyes, which seems to get bigger every time. The first time it happens, he assumes he's just seeing things, or that it's probably just a regular wolf, but after a couple more times, he does a ton of research on wolves in the Human Realm.

He didn't think it could possibly be Belos, but after doing his research and realizing that, if this is a real wolf, there's no way it's from the Human Realm, he goes to track it down. And upon getting a better look at it... there's no denying it's Belos. In part due to its sheer size, because by now it has fully restored itself.

It would take some effort to get Belos to transform back into his human form. Due to the severity of what he/the beast experienced, it's more unstable and feral. But once Hunter (accompanied by Luz and possibly others as well) earns the beast's trust and calms it down, Belos would be able to finally transform back.

As for their later reunion with Kiki and Steven, I'm not sure yet, in part because I'm not even sure what exactly they'd come back to in terms of what state the Boiling Isles was in.

#asks #toh au #retired leaders au #toh hunter #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #the golden guard #hunter the golden guard #emperor belos #belos wittebane #philip wittebane

[fencesandfrogs]

okay after half an hour of wifi fuckery. therapy post time.

s/o to my therapist we went several minutes over talking about taylor swift. it was supposed to be just fun but then she asked if i had seen the video for "anti hero" and i mentioned that "you're on your own kid / you always have been" made me cry and she said "we should start there next week"

whoops.

talking about my mom again (what else is new?), and again about the guilt i feel at talking about her.

urgh there's so much and now i have my little summaries i always write up and then i feel bad about them again.

but this is good for me.

i think.

let me just try to go in order:

talked about managing my mom's emotions. and how i...shouldn't have had to know how to do that.

also talked about how my aunt would warn us if my mom sounded like she was having a bad day so we could get the house in order so she wouldn't have anything to be mad at

i didn't think anything of it but my therapist seemed pretty upset

talked a lot about the voting and how it's part of a pattern and how she's upset when i assert my independence and how she says it nicely

and how she hates being wrong

also how she's always so quick to promise i can live at home with her and that i don't have to worry...even though i've never told her i'm worried about it and she's always been clear that she won't kick me out?

because she's scared of me leaving

guilt starts eating up and i talk about it. how i know i know i know my mom sucks but i feel bad for saying it, like someone is injecting it into me, twisting my stomach and filling my veins with guilt and i need to stop saying it

that i want someone to just tell me i'm being overdramatic and every teenager hates my mom and i should stop saying shit that makes her sound bad

(people are going to think badly about her)

my therapist asked what the consequences are and i don't know. there aren't any. it's just. bad.

everything about my mom makes me feel like i'm lying. it hits the same buttons.

described the scene of steven with the scarab and how that's how i feel, like i'm fighting against something that controls me, only it's not my actions, it's my feelings

i can talk about things in therapy but i don't want to and i'm once again wanting to email her please don't take me seriously please don't believe me i'm just sensitive just overdramatic my mom is fine she's good she's perfect i really shouldn't be wasting our time and her money talking about her when my father's still on the table

i won't because that makes the feral beast claw at my chest

i can't win! you can't find a middle ground between the impossible perfection i'm supposed to believe in & the ragehurtpain that claws at me until i feel it over my lungs. they're too much to contain.

after the second or third time i started saying i just want someone to tell me i'm overdramatic that my mom is fine that this is normal that she didn't do anything wrong- my therapist cut me off and said "well it is normal for people to realize their parents are flawed in young adulthood"

and THAT made the feral part say she's always been flawed she's always been terrible please listen to me please believe me why did her flaws have to be my fault?

came really close to crying. didn't. teared up a little. but came close. closer than i've been in a while. it hurts to have this much conflict inside you.

(my therapist also seemed upset that i don't want to ask my mom for money. everyone seems upset by that.)

(i'm so used to managing my mom's moods and navigating them. she's been so angry i can't talk to her to ask her for something. this is a process. she'll accuse me of only talking to her when i need her if i'm not careful. always thinking one day one week one month ahead, always being careful. that's just how she is.)

i'm tired. i want to cry. i feel bad and guilty. i'm supposed to be grateful, because she is a good mother.

i'm just tired.

#mine #therapypost #disorderposting

[foxwithashortsword]

Yeah so the pauses between these are getting longer, whatever, here’s Warlord.

He’s the newest addition to the collection of bastards, but I find his style and bore very interesting so he’s gotten jumbled into the basket of bad apples with the rest of my boys.

And speaking of his background, let’s jump into that fucked up mixed bag with how his relationship with the gems and Homeworld. His relationship with the gems and his family was good, almost the same as cannon…except that the gems were still very stubborn and hateful towards the lose of Rose— yes there is a pattern here. But unlike Atlas the gems don’t just forget his existence and replace it with a means to take your anger out on something. Instead, they just raise him distantly in understanding that his power and position is essential for ending the war.

So he is raised to control his powers, but he is raised rather pleasantly aside from a more distant family dynamic with the gems— Connie and him are in love and Greg is a supportive father. And though a less intimate and emotionally open family is definitely a pit fall for them, they make it through and achieve an era 3 for the Crystal gems and Homeworld— now this is where everything goes downhill.

Steven is not very open with the Diamonds, an emotionally open family is not something he’s used to and the connection between him and the Diamonds is even worse due to this. A lack of connection between them is proved to be very much not a good thing later on— and by later I mean when the gems take a ship out with Steven on a quest to quell an era 3 rebellion force on the planet Solaris-1.

Solaris-1 is a dry, uninhabited, desert planet where the sands and sun are crimson and the temperatures are equally red hot. A terrible place to live, and its so far out in the vast universe that no exploring races that have ever found this planet have deemed it fit to conquer or colonize—Perfect place to leave someone or something to die.

The gems no longer need him, he’s given them the end of the war and proven that Rose no longer exists— they were so spiteful to keep despising him that even after he helps them achieve a peace and end to a centuries long war they still want him gone— they don’t want a reminder of their failures and sadnesses walking around if he doesn’t need to… so they just lie and abandon him on a fucking desert planet.

Alone and hungry and burning, he wanders the sea of red grain, resting in the shadows of the dunes during the day and wandering for anything during the night. All he finds are seas of red and sky’s of purple, a red moon shines over him in the sky. There are few things there that interest him, even as his body grows slim and his will thin— except the large packs of hyena-like beasts that wander in carnivorous packs across the dunes. They are proof of life, no matter how slim or brutal— survival is possible.

He continues to straggle, combing through carrion and destroying the concept of vegetarianism for himself, he picks meat off of nearly dry ribs while staring at the horizon— waiting to see something, someone who’s come to save him… he never sees a ship… but he does see a person— no. People. He thinks he’s hallucinating the forms of people walking towards him, then he thinks he’s hallucinating the voices calling out to him, louder and louder. It takes the development of many different faces and shapes of body for him to realize— he’s not alone.

But he’s not safe either, most certainly not— these people were savages, scavengers, feral and savage looking… they asked very little questions, until they saw the gem in his belly—Then they asked many questions: who are you, how did you get here, why are you here? He barely had the strength to answer them: he was abandoned, he was Steven, he is abandoned… then they asked of powers, he told them he was a hybrid, he had powers inherited and special to himself— he was trying to make himself sound special, like a one of a kind— someone to save, someone to keep.

And it worked, somewhat. They took him in, walked him across many more miles of dead land until they came to wall of metal and scrap— some rusted dystopia full of stragglers and savages. But they were a tribe, a clan— united has one, just rough and as cold to strangers as they wished it to be outside. “You’ll have to prove your worth to stay…” the largest one had told him, a large man of dark, tanned skin and crimson eyes— a trait shared by all these people— natives to the sea of red.

“You have powers, and you clearly have enough grit to survive the wastelands— if you can fight… you can live.” And then they threw him into the pit. The carved out crater of red sandstone and dark grey slag rock that formed a scarred and scratched wound in the earth— caged by steel walls and benches, posts and podiums— a gladiators ring was the most noble of names for this site of bloodshed… splatters of red so dark you could still see them on the red and black stone. Whatever was killed here was big and many— ferocious and feral, just like the people that lived here.

It was the hyenadons as he’d called them, large hyenas— calmly conceived but very much correct. The beasts that were housed, to fight him were longer than he was tall, wide and strong… and he had to fight one to the death, no food or water for preparation, just him, the hyenadon, and a small jagged metal scrap he’d repurposed as a dagger shortly before the gate was opened— the animal was unleashed upon him.

It was bloody, it was brutal, it was something he’d never done. Even before they found him, he ate what was already dead, he didn’t kill anything, he didn’t want to. But then, in the pit, he didn’t have a choice— he scratched and clawed, and was scratched and clawed in return, bitten and beaten as well… but he won, he won as the creature slumped to the ground, blood pooling from its mouth— metal scrap stabbed through its throat. The crowds cheered as tears fell from his eyes, silently, he stared up into the violet sky that was cast over the violent terrain.

But he was accepted, he was fed, he was taught to survive in this new planet that he slowly came to see as his new home world— seeing as the only people who knew where he was were the people who abandoned him there purposefully… there was nothing he could do, and maybe one day someone will come, but now, there was no point crying out precious water over it.

The value of water was one of the many lessons he learned in this clan— it was something he hasn’t truly understood back on earth, where water was plentiful and constant in his life. Though, that was most certainly not the most jarring lesson amongst the sea of changes— not the most jarring when he had to learn of how they had to constantly supply children for their people to make sure population was never lower than it’s already straggling numbers— or how they fought and killed and maimed the other clans that were apparently scavenging around the wastelands for territory and control.

He had to kill, he was expected to in order to stay— he didn’t have a choice. He wasn’t going to be given special treatment and exemption just because he wasn’t from around here— if he wanted to stay he had to earn his keep. But it wasn’t easy, it was anything except easy having to break and go against just about every moral guideline you had— keyword had. To survive on Solaris you had to be selfish, you had to be cruel, and brutal— you had to forget those kind aspects of humanity. And that was hard, very hard to do when you were Steven Universe.

But it worked. Surely, it worked, the old skin was shed— he grew and hardened, skin tanned and thick, hair cut and shaven to a curl-less hawk— the shirt emblazoned with a star was set ablaze simply to keep the fire going during the cold nights. “The old you had to die, or else you would’ve taken his place…”

And the clan was pleased, so very pleased with the warrior he became— the butcherer they called him, large and broad and powerful, with a rage that boiled under his skin as hot as the red sun above them. He was given a fitting list of abilities and weapons to match, a pair of glaves that were attached to thick chains, to be spun and wound up into killer strikes that severed bodies in half upon connection. But, to make matters worse for anyone who dared to cross the butcher, he also had pyromanic powers. So not only would you be cut in half, but your severed body would be burned and turned to ash as blades that burned pink with flames cut through you like a hot knife through butter.

Naturally, this strength and ability gained him much respect and prowess through the clan, and his clan thrived in his success— more and more skirmishes ended in victory, then, less battles happened overall— the other clans were weak and afraid of the butcher, the Warlord they called him—A title he soon came to take officially, by taking the leadership role within his clan by ritualistic combat. He had the ability to challenge for this role before, but it hadn’t interested him— that was until their leader declared that they weren’t going to take advantage of the boons Steven had presented them with… he was weak, and old. Steven got rid of him easily.

Then that was when the tide changed, that was when the other tribes began to disappear off the face of the planet for good— when the populations began to solidify within his clan— when the other clans withered and died. And at the site of every won battle, a head was placed upon a spike, and the remaining bodies were desecrated to be left as warnings to any resistance or opposition— the butcher would not have mercy, the Warlord was not kind.

And of course, as the new leader who was now aiming to unify the clans under his banner— he had to assist in upholding the population of his people, the way it worked was that the healthy and strong would have children to ensure that they’d have capable warriors— and that of course meant that Steven was included in that category as well, being the strongest amongst them. Though, the concepts of parenting was not at all the same, there wasn’t really an idea that you had to be protective or emotionally attached to your offspring… they were just people, though, of course there was a love and unity within them.

Steven has a family there now, he has two children, he has a throne and a duty to unify the world. He hardly cares for Earth at all anymore…not when it’s been nearly two decades since he was first abandoned on the red sands of Solaris. But on Earth, it’s rather the opposite— Homeworld is in disarray without his guidance, the Crystal Gems have to hold things together not only for era 3 but for themselves as well. They are just as lost, even though three of them had wanted him gone, had left him and knew where he was— they still felt the burden of his absence. Connie and Greg especially were heartbroken, confused and unable to do much but watch as things fell apart without him… there were no traces or leads of where he had gone. He was gone.

And so they were never the wiser to the growing empire of Solaris, unified clans and warring factions— attempts to grow crops and find a source of fresh water, all guided by the uncontested rule of the Warlord. They would probably assume he was dead, but he was very much alive— more alive than he’s ever been. And though it’s possible for a reconnection, through either fate or miracle. There’s not doubt that it would be like meeting a total stranger, and that goes for both sides.

@swordmahes

#Warlord #my aus #steven universe #steven universe future #steven quartz universe #I just wanted some sort of madmax AU #except instead of cars and motorcycles it’s large hyena beasts #also because I wanted him to have a Mohawk #tactical Mohawk

[huntedvideo]

KENDRA WOLFE: 🎲 43. A BLOODY KISS. adrenaline still runs high inside of his body. yes, he had once again shown how stupid he was by charging straight forward into the belly of the beast, but it's what he does - finley stevens doesn't hesitate, doesn't have time to worry about his wellbeing when other people's lives are at stake. the good news was, most of the blood splattered across his clothes and features isn't his. he's sure he has a few cuts and bruises, but he's good. he's always good. as soon as he hears kendra run into the room, he turns toward her. green eyes remain a bit wild, the man breathing heavily, looking over kendra's body to ensure that she hadn't been fatally wounded. and when he's sure she's at least not going to pass out, or die, he grabs her by the hips and pulls her all the way into him, lifting her slightly off the ground so that their lips could meet in a hard, nearly feral kiss. when he pulls away again, he can see that some of the blood has smeared across her lips. ' so much for back up, ' he teases with a smirk. @wolfehunt.

#wolfehunt #connection. kendra. #answered.

[capminn]

screenshot redraws!

sorry I've been dead i swear cactus isn't discontinued 

characters used @definetellynotavampire​ <-- boyfriend  owns egress and feral i own @capeta​ <-- steven/cappy silver (lugia hybrid) code and cactus

@feralbeaststeeb @morse-code-su-au @egressteven

#steven universe au #screenshot redraws #cactus steven #feral steven #feral beast steven #god stevens #egress steven #goop #pog face boyfriends #they are gay your honour #code steven #morse code au #cactus steven au #feral beast steven au #egress au #su au #steven universe sketches #my art #steven #mod steven #mod cappy #mod beepboop was also there

[follychromatic]

@walktheline-au characters in the @follychromatic artstyle!

This one was fun. All Stevens are essentially just circles, so this was also just a quick exercise to do. Spinel was the easiest (for obvious reasons), but everyone here was pretty easy to draw. 10/10 highly recommend.

As for why some characters have pie cut eyes and some don't... well, that's a secret. ;)

#walktheline #walktheline au #star spinel #a second chance #asc su au #cactus #cactus steven #feral au #feral beast steven #sven #mirror line #heartbreak #heartbreak steven #druid #druid steven #druid walktheline #vonvon #connverse child #su #steven universe #su au

[the-sleepiest-melon]

My submission for @walktheline-au’s draw this in your own style, for the Elysium image. Despite the name, I went out of my way to try and do a completely different style. Its honestly one of my favorite things I’ve ever drawn. Characters belong to @cactusmcfactus and @feralbeaststeeb.

Feedback and criticism are greatly appreciated. I’m always looking to improve.

#steven universe #su #steven universe art #su art #walk the line #walk the line au #my art #not my ocs #dtiys #elysium #cactus #cactus steven #feral #feral beast steven #i grew up playing super paper mario #one of my all time favorite games

[maotherobot]

Day 1 Teeth

Not much shadowing or stuff since I’m not feeling super active today, but here it is, day 1 of my goretober with my boy @feralbeaststeeb​!

#feral beast steven #feral horror #horror #goretober #teeth #goretober day 1 #feral steven au