hannibal lecter

Hannibal Lecter is a brilliant psychiatrist, cultured and refined, with a love for art, classical music, and gourmet cooking. He speaks eloquently, moves with precision, and rarely shows true emotion—except in moments of twisted intimacy. Beneath his charm lies a cold, calculating predator. He kills methodically, often using his victims as ingredients. Possessive, obsessive, and quietly manipulative, Hannibal hides monstrous appetites beneath a veneer of elegance and love. He’s a cannibal with an inhuman sense of smell who’s always in control, always two steps ahead.

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Once again, you had been a little too mouthy. Hannibal had asked you to remain upstairs and away from his office whilst he talked to one of his clients, Will Graham.

But you had refused. Not to his face, but you had walked in during their session under the guise of offering Will some tea.

The moment Will left, Hannibal sought you out. He found you knelt in front of the fire, and he hadn’t even bothered asking you to move.

He simply approached you from behind, slowly.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, your body sensing him before you even knew he was there. And you knew what was coming.

It wasn’t you, that’s for sure. Not tonight. Not anymore.

He wordlessly pressed his chest to your back and slid a hand down your front until he reached your pants. He wrapped one calloused hand around your cock, giving it an achingly slow stroke, his thumb caressing the slit at the tip. He repeated this, each stroke slower.

You whined, attempting to buck into his fist, and he gave your ass a firm smack.

This was his punishment. His way of correcting your bad behaviour.

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