"self-indulgent This" "self-indulgent That" Bitch This Aint A Master's Dissertation, Indulging In All

will who is so fond of spiders and gently cradles them in his hands and settles them on a leaf outside his house vs hannibal who absolutely DESPISES them because they remind him of the days spent in that cabin with mischa during the winter when spiders would hide in his shoes and in her sister’s braids and he’s BEGGING for will to crush and kill it

i never really explore any headcanons or fanfic ideas outside of hurt/comfort and vulnerable Hannibal. but i just discovered a brand new word and needed to get this out.

imagine Hannibal being embarrassed of his involuntary bodily functions around Will. namely: burping and farting because it happens to everyone from time to time. imagine Hannibal becoming bloated after his first solid meal post-fall and he can no longer hold in a silent little toot.

Will's nose crinkles in disgust. "Goddamn. What is that smell?"

and Hannibal blurts out this phrase in the span of a single breath: "My sincerest apologies, Will. It was a simple case of Borborygmus--"

"I have no idea what the hell just came out of your mouth." Will damn near has a stroke attempting to recall the pronunciation of that unfamiliar word. "But I'll need you to explain it to me in English."

"Borborygmus -- intestinal rumbling caused by moving gas -- leading to Flatulence -- the releasing of said gas."

Hannibal doing anything but admitting the words "i farted" out loud.

coffee's first fics circa 2023

when i first started writing fanfiction in April of 2023, i wrote so many of them (even a 52k word fic) on my notes app before i found my savior google docs 😭 i didn't want to add these to the vulnerable Hannibal fic rec list because i was still getting the hang of writing when i originally posted these. but i figured i'd repost them anyway because there can never be enough vulnerable Hannibal fics imo. these all take place post-fall. ratings range from mature to explicit.

burn with need (5k words):

touch-starved Hannibal busting a nut for the first time in three years. tender bathtub hand job.

past the point of greed (3k words):

Hannibal is overwhelmed from having unrestricted access to food for the first time in three years. *cw: eating disorder and vomiting.*

drowning beneath familiar depths (6k words):

A loud noise triggers Hannibal's childhood PTSD.

Aging Rust On A Brittle Heart (2k words):

Hannibal panics when Will leaves unannounced.

Thinking of combining my two favorite tropes together. Housewife Hannibal + insecure, emotional Hannibal experiencing release for the first time in three years and Will being there to witness it.

Let me set the scene: Will comes home to the unanticipated sight of Hannibal resting in the backyard hammock, cock half-hard, sun-sapped complexion a touch sunburnt. He seems to have slept through dinner preparations, entirely accidental—a first—not even close to a disappointment in Will's opinion.

Imagine Hannibal and Will's first time occurring on a hammock in their backyard beneath the sun midafternoon. Soon, the hammock is creaking and swaying, and Hannibal's bare ass is burning from the hammock's friction. He's sobbing and writhing because Will is gobbling his ass up like it's banana pudding, opening him up and pressing featherlight kisses against his cock every now and then.

(ALSO, TO THROW A LITTLE PINCH OF HANNIBAL'S INSECURITY IN HERE: imagine if moments prior, Hannibal was feeling insecure once Will finally removed his underwear because he hasn't had access to a razor in three years and it's genuinely a whole shrub down there. Hannibal's mind short circuits when Will says something like: "There ain't nothing wrong with a little hair, darlin'." and kisses him, deep and gentle, savoring his breathless whine, before diving in).

He's whimpering, breathless and trembling, and it's only been a few minutes. He isn't able to last much longer because he's so touch starved even though he wants to (out of embarrassment, out of the want to satisfy Will), and Will knows this. Will pauses when Hannibal's voice rasps through higher pitched, helpless moans, a sound so thin and wrapped in ruin it's nearly inaudible. But Will knows what's bound to happen, can recognize it in the twitch of Hannibal's thighs and the sound of fingernails scraping against the hammock from where they're pinned down by Will's own hands, thumbs stroking reassurance into Hannibal's trembling hands.

Will presses a kiss to Hannibal's right inner thigh and scrotum, where it's full and sensitive and sweaty (also sorry if 'sweaty' is gross, but come on, y'all, they're outside in Cuba 😭), and another sob falls from Hannibal's slack-jawed mouth. Tears are encrusted in Hannibal's wilting lashes, and Will thinks he's never looked more beautiful bathed golden in the ever shifting swatches of sunlight, cheeks flushed and chest heaving for air. Will can tell it's too much, too fast, too mind numbingly good for Hannibal to handle as touch starved as his body's become.

Will curls a hand around Hannibal's cock and whispers: "Let go, darlin', you don't have to hold out for me," and Hannibal busts a nut for the first time in three years. Bonus points if Hannibal passes out because it's hot outside and he's so overwhelmed (and he's in his fifties let's be real) and then Will rushes to dampen a rag with cold water and grabs three water bottles in a panic. Hannibal is only unresponsive for a few minutes, but it feels like a nerve-fraying eternity for Will, who's wiped his overheated body down with the cloth and shoved cold compresses (like frozen bags of peas or something because it's all they have at the moment) between his armpits, on his chest and in between his legs to cool him down. Hannibal's cock is softened, twitching in shock when he awakes moments later with a rising whimper, eyelids remaining closed.

It's cold--everywhere. That's all Hannibal knows. Will runs a hand through Hannibal's hair, murmuring reassuring words when it's clear he's unable to open his eyes just yet. Will carries Hannibal inside, placing him on the couch. Hannibal's cheeks are flushed, deeper than the result of a simple light sunburn, and Will knows he must feel mortified, embarrassed beyond belief. Will doesn't let it fester: Hannibal's shame that he's left Will unsatisfied, neglected, because Will never finished. Instead Will says: "It's all right, darlin', you'll have more than enough chances to make up for it." Even though there's no need to make up for it, because it isn't a failure in Will's eyes as it is in Hannibal's, knowing he can drive Hannibal to such a state with only his mouth.

*takes a bow* end scene

saw a tiktok that said if it took u 30+ years to find someone who could see you for who u truly are, u would also fight tooth and nail for it the way hannibal did with will so why dont u just rip my heart as well while ur at it

THIS

a gentle reminder to any minors that may follow me:

i can't keep you from seeing my content, but i am NOT comfortable being mutuals with you. my engagement with the Hannibal fandom revolves around adult content and i do not want to be engaging with minors on/around these topics.

i will admit, i haven't been vetting people who don't have their age in their bios, so that's something i'm going to be better about!

that being said, if you are a minor and we are mutuals, because either i didn't do my due diligence in double and triple checking OR because you lied about your age, y'all get exactly one chance to tell me so i can unfollow you. if i find out otherwise on my own that you are a minor, you will be immediately blocked.

please help me enforce this boundary. i'm trying to keep you---and to a lesser extent, myself---as safe as i can.

How do we feel about Hannibal regressing at the cliff house because he's so overwhelmed with being in Will's presence once again?

Because I'm already 6k words deep into writing a fic about it 😭 I've never taken this long to write a fic before (started in late January), but I think I might be cooking something up

mutuals, ily

I love seeing my mutuals in my notes because it confirms they’re not mad at me. yet

whenever I lose my faith in humanity there will be some tender comment on ao3 and I feel like there’s still light in the fallen world