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[pailovesjohnprice]

period sex with older bf!simon x chubby!reader (tattoo artist!simon)

part 2 to this (can totally be read as a standalone)

cw: smut, p in v, DADDY KINK MY FAV

it had been a couple days since that first night on his couch, when your body was all wound tight and sore, skin breaking out and cramps threatening but not quite there yet. now, the worst of it had hit—you were on your period, achy and bloated and uncomfortable in ways that made you curl into yourself.

and simon hadn’t left your side once.

you were stretched out across his lap, his hoodie still drowning you, a heating pad tucked against your stomach. he sat there steady beneath you, one hand moving slow circles over your belly, the other stroking your thigh through the fabric.

you shifted, wincing a little, and felt it right away—hard and unyielding under you.

“you’re hard,” you mumbled into his chest, your voice muffled and thick with exhaustion.

his hand stilled. “ignore it.”

“i don’t want to.” your fingers trailed down, brushing against the bulge in his jeans before he caught your wrist, careful but firm.

“sweetheart, you’re bleedin’. you’re hurtin’. i’m not—”

“i want you,” you cut him off, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “even like this. especially like this.”

his jaw flexed, breath leaving him slow and uneven. for a long moment, he just looked at you—like he needed to make sure you weren’t saying it out of guilt, or softness, or anything but wanting. then he pressed his forehead to yours.

“you sure?” he asked, voice low and rough.

you nodded.

he swore under his breath, then kissed you—slow, deep, like he’d been starving for it but too afraid to take. his hands didn’t leave your belly, your hips, your thighs, grounding you, soothing you. when he finally eased you back against the couch, he moved careful, reverent, pausing every time you winced or shifted.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, kissing down your throat, across the sore swell of your chest. “i’ll stop the second you say.”

finally, he was taking the minimal amount of clothing remaining off both of you. you could have whispered his name, desperate, longing and aroused but of course you couldn’t. suddenly, he hears it, it’s small, quiet, but it’s there “daddy” his resolve broke, he let out a deep groan—one that just makes you wonder “is he even real?” (spoiler alert: he’s not). he helplessly pressed himself into you, moving slow, steady, careful, like every inch of you deserved patience.

if it weren’t for your current condition, you’d be more worried about not being able to move tomorrow than normal. considering the situation, you weren’t moving anyways so it didn’t fucking matter. all that matters is how he feels inside you, he’s stretching you so good.

it was almost primal how he pushed into you. but he was so gentle at the same time.

yet it wasn’t frantic. it wasn’t rushed. it was relief—aching and heavy and full of him, his mouth pressing kisses into your hair, his hands stroking your belly like he could ease the cramps right out of you.

by the time you were coming on him, it wasn’t sharp or harsh—it was soft, uncoiling, like your body finally let go of every ache and knot inside you.

“thaaat’s it babygirl. right there yeah? daddy’s making you feel so good huh baby?” he teases.

how do you even answer that? you can’t. all you can do is throw your head back and let him hear how good he makes you feel.

afterward, he stayed wrapped around you, one big hand still protective over your stomach, the other tangled with your fingers. his voice was rough when he spoke, pressed into your hair:

“not gross. never fuckin’ gross babygirl.”

and you believed him.

ENJOY POOKIES

[pailovesjohnprice]

period sex with older bf!simon x chubby!reader (tattoo artist!simon)

part 2 to this (can totally be read as a standalone)

cw: smut, p in v, DADDY KINK MY FAV

it had been a couple days since that first night on his couch, when your body was all wound tight and sore, skin breaking out and cramps threatening but not quite there yet. now, the worst of it had hit—you were on your period, achy and bloated and uncomfortable in ways that made you curl into yourself.

and simon hadn’t left your side once.

you were stretched out across his lap, his hoodie still drowning you, a heating pad tucked against your stomach. he sat there steady beneath you, one hand moving slow circles over your belly, the other stroking your thigh through the fabric.

you shifted, wincing a little, and felt it right away—hard and unyielding under you.

“you’re hard,” you mumbled into his chest, your voice muffled and thick with exhaustion.

his hand stilled. “ignore it.”

“i don’t want to.” your fingers trailed down, brushing against the bulge in his jeans before he caught your wrist, careful but firm.

“sweetheart, you’re bleedin’. you’re hurtin’. i’m not—”

“i want you,” you cut him off, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “even like this. especially like this.”

his jaw flexed, breath leaving him slow and uneven. for a long moment, he just looked at you—like he needed to make sure you weren’t saying it out of guilt, or softness, or anything but wanting. then he pressed his forehead to yours.

“you sure?” he asked, voice low and rough.

you nodded.

he swore under his breath, then kissed you—slow, deep, like he’d been starving for it but too afraid to take. his hands didn’t leave your belly, your hips, your thighs, grounding you, soothing you. when he finally eased you back against the couch, he moved careful, reverent, pausing every time you winced or shifted.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, kissing down your throat, across the sore swell of your chest. “i’ll stop the second you say.”

finally, he was taking the minimal amount of clothing remaining off both of you. you could have whispered his name, desperate, longing and aroused but of course you couldn’t. suddenly, he hears it, it’s small, quiet, but it’s there “daddy” his resolve broke, he let out a deep groan—one that just makes you wonder “is he even real?” (spoiler alert: he’s not). he helplessly pressed himself into you, moving slow, steady, careful, like every inch of you deserved patience.

if it weren’t for your current condition, you’d be more worried about not being able to move tomorrow than normal. considering the situation, you weren’t moving anyways so it didn’t fucking matter. all that matters is how he feels inside you, he’s stretching you so good.

it was almost primal how he pushed into you. but he was so gentle at the same time.

yet it wasn’t frantic. it wasn’t rushed. it was relief—aching and heavy and full of him, his mouth pressing kisses into your hair, his hands stroking your belly like he could ease the cramps right out of you.

by the time you were coming on him, it wasn’t sharp or harsh—it was soft, uncoiling, like your body finally let go of every ache and knot inside you.

“thaaat’s it babygirl. right there yeah? daddy’s making you feel so good huh baby?” he teases.

how do you even answer that? you can’t. all you can do is throw your head back and let him hear how good he makes you feel.

afterward, he stayed wrapped around you, one big hand still protective over your stomach, the other tangled with your fingers. his voice was rough when he spoke, pressed into your hair:

“not gross. never fuckin’ gross babygirl.”

and you believed him.

ENJOY POOKIES

[pailovesjohnprice]

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐎𝟑 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒

✔️ : complet 🔥 : smut

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✧ 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐲 @𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬_𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬_𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨_𝐇 🔥✔️

words : 67,851 Will imagined his death in numerous ways, numerous times. Being chosen as a tribute opened a road of new possibilities, some more horrifying than the others. He doesn’t want to be torn to pieces like Randall Tier’s prey. He doesn’t want to be burned like Francis Dolarhyde prefers to kill. But most of all he doesn’t want to be caught by Hannibal Lecter, a career tribute with a penchant for eating his victims alive. Too bad Hannibal seems fixated on him. Hunger Games!AU

✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐲 @𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 🔥✔️

words : 72,515 After Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Will can't reconcile Abigail's death. He's done - with all of it. He needs to escape, to return to the only place he has ever felt safe and wanted. That place ends up being a sleepy town on the other side of the Chesapeake Bay, where he spent one summer as a child, exchanging riddles and letters with his dearest friend: the Shadow Man.

✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐲 @𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐱𝐬_𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 🔥✔️

words : 10,502 When Hannibal tells Will he's sick, Will is skeptical. Before he knows it, he's laying in a hospital bed and being told he's going nowhere for two weeks. Will is distraught until Hannibal swoops in and offers to take over Will's courses at the FBI Academy. Will doesn't mind Hannibal showing up every night with a home-cooked meal, but he might just resent Hannibal becoming the most popular teacher at the Academy in just two weeks... Season 1 AU - if Hannibal wasn't such a MASSIVE dick.

✧ 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐛𝐲 @𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐱𝐬_𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 🔥✔️

words : 21,753 When Hannibal pops up next to Will in an FBI Academy graduation photo, the result is innocent enough...until Will's coworkers play with photoshop and make the image so much worse. Will would laugh it off, but it seems he can't take a picture without Hannibal showing up in the background. Can Will shake his persistent photo buddy? And more importantly...does he want to?

✧ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 @𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 ✔️

words : 8,945 1st : Online classes due to the quarantine are how Professor Graham's students learn that: 1) Professor Graham has a cute dog; 2) Professor Graham is married; and 3) Professor Graham's husband is smoking hot. 2nd : Online conferences due to the quarantine are how Doctor Lecter's colleagues learn that: 1) Doctor Lecter has a beautiful home; 2) Doctor Lecter is married; and 3) Doctor Lecter's husband is fabulously buff.

✧ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 (𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞) 𝐛𝐲 @𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨 ✔️

words : 8,114 Hannibal is locked up in the Baltimore Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Supposedly he's in maximum security but he pretty much just breaks out and leaves any time it suits him. And it suits him to break out whenever he thinks Will needs him. I mean, they forgot Will's birthday! Come on, wouldn't you?

✧ 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 @𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 🔥✔️

words : 7,775 Imagine Will calling Hannibal’s cell phone after he’s incarcerated just to hear Hannibal’s voice on his voicemail. Imagine Will leaving Hannibal voicemails about how he wishes things had turned out differently. Imagine Will spilling his heart out to Hannibal’s voicemail, assuming that the man himself will never hear them. Imagine Hannibal listening to these messages.

✧ 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐲 @𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 🔥✔️

words : 36,059 "Single Omega household seeking a primary caretaker for high-school aged female. Must own vehicle for chauffeuring, errands, and other duties as necessary. Room and board provided, and a stipend for necessities available for negotiation. Must have open availability and be willing to submit to a background check and drug test. Immediate start." Then a name, and a phone number. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 @𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐮𝐬 ✔️

words : 17,120 After using an Unforgivable to end the wizard hunt for Hobbs, top Auror Will Graham has been suspended for a year from office to teach the children of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though initially reluctant to delay his hunt for the Ripper, his misgivings rapidly fade after befriending the Potions Professor and former doctor, Hannibal Lecter.

✧ 𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐲 @𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 🔥✔️

words : 18,989 Will has spent the first 18 years of his life starving. He finally finds what he’s been craving.

✧ 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 @𝐁_𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 🔥✔️

words : 5,271 It all started with the lack of touch. It first happened when Will healed. There was no more excuses for touching, then. The stitches came out, Will's shoulder was moving fine and his face was still pretty. A tiny line that could be easily covered by his beard. Or... When Hannibal refuses to touch Will, Will starts to attract strange womans (and mans) to their house to have sex with them. The cannibal is not pleased.

✧ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐲 @𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 🔥✔️

words : 49,159 Prompt fill for insecure post-Fall Will. After the Fall, Will realizes he doesn’t quite share Hannibal’s capacity for cruelty. He isn’t sure he’ll get to keep him without it.

For those who don't know, because I discovered it really by chance, there is a kind of extended universe of hannigram where the characters of Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy are shipped even if their characters are not in the same works.

Spacedogs is therefore the pairing between Nigel (Mads Mikkelsen) in Charlie Countryman and Adam (Hugh Dancy) in Adam.

To summarize, it's gangster! Nigel x autistic asperger! adam

✧ 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 @𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐱𝐬_𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 🔥✔️

words : 28,512 Nigel isn't handling his divorce well. When a good Samaritan starts leaving him gifts on his balcony, Nigel gets suspicious. What could go wrong?

✧ 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐲 @𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐱𝐬_𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 🔥✔️

words : 55,651 Nigel moves to America when he's 10 years old. He hates every second of it. But when a kid in his class slaps a Post It note with a space fact on Nigel's back - his whole world changes. Nigel gets a new best friend, a new hobby, and a love story that he's not sure has a happy ending. Is it possible to meet the love of your life at 10? Nigel's about to find out.

✧ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 @𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 🔥✔️

words : 14,279 Immediately, the small bit of tension he'd been carrying in his neck began to unwind. He sighed into the plushie's shoulder, nosing at the collar of the shirt, and allowed his weight to fall upon it completely. It was propped up against the wall, making it easier to recline against. A smile crept across his face without his intention, and he knew immediately that he wouldn't be returning the bear or the shirt, not for a few more days at least. His eyes had just begun to flutter shut when he heard the distinct sound of a closing door and expensive shoes tapping against the wooden flooring. The walls were thin, he heard most noises that came from the apartment adjacent to his. Nigel was home. ____ Adam and Nigel are next-door neighbors in an apartment with very thin walls. By mistake, Adam ends up with a person-sized plushie that he just doesn't feel like getting rid of. As Adam's obsessive feelings towards his neighbor grow, as well as his collection of items he's stolen from the other man's apartment, he finds himself using the plushie as a stand-in.

✧ 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐲 @𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐥 🔥✔️

words : 42,036 An unusual pairing of a thuggish psychopath and a sweet yet sheltered man with Asperger's syndrome. Loosely follows the plots of both movies the character are based from, but ignores a lot of the other characters in either(ie no Gabi, no Charlie, no Beth, etc....). Set in Manhattan but Nigel falls in love with Adam the way he fell in love with Gabi.

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Alpha Will Graham x Omega Chilton

BURIED ALIVE (PART 2)

Chilton had been trying to stay still.

He really had.

because movement=friction and friction is distater

But Will was heavy, Chilton's leg was asleep (numb), and if he had to endure more seconds of Will's breath ghosting across the side of his neck, he was going to lose the last thread of his sanity.

So he shifted, only lil. enough to release pressure from his hip.

...and something jabbed into his chest.

he froze.

Will tense too.

Chilton shifted again, experimentally. There it was a ridge pressing right against his chest.

Chilton was an omega, so biologically his chest, delicate, sensitive,e and thoroughly unused to unexpected alpha-shaped pressures.

And his body, traitorous horror that it was, reacted immediately.

His nipples pebbled instantly beneath his sweat-stained shirt. The fabric dragging in the worst, and most tantalizing way. The cold outline of whatever was in will's jacket pocket. badge? pen? knife? He finally growing antlers from his sternum? Whatever was that thing , it dug harder.

Chilton gasped. loudly.

"what??!!" Will asked.

"something in your pocket is , is...poking my.....buds"

"Your what???"

"Buds" Chilton snapped.

"You can fucking say nipple," will said with lil grin.

"shut up, I'm not vulgar like you."

Will's hand (the one that was on Chilton's hip) twitched again. Chilton flinched so hard he thumped his head against the wood.

"I'm dying and my nipples are hard," he moaned. "this is worse thing that has ever happened to me."

Will coughed. "Same"

There was an awful silence. Thick with shame. heat. desire. and also the musk of deeply repressed alpha instintcs.

"...do u you want me to move it?" Will asked awkwardly, clearly reffering to the object that is in his pocket. " the thing in my pocket. Not. not anything else."

Chilton's voice was a high-pitched squeak: "DO NOT TOUCH ME."

"Okay. Not touching."

"You are already on me."

"I am emotionally not touching you."

They lay there. Nose to nose. Chilton's chest was heaving now, his sensitive nipples pressed obscenely against the cotton, still strapped under whatever cursed thing Will had in his pocket.

"We are not gonna make it three hours."

"If I go into heat here, I will die of rage before the hormones get me."

Will groaned, low and alpha. haunted by his own biology. "Stop saying 'heat'."

"I can't. It's like my whole body is screaming stuff I haven't heard since John hopkins."

Will whimpered like a dog kicked in the soul.

"...Just three hours,", Chilton whispered.

.........................................................................................................................

Now, 20 minutes later.

Will had now stopped pretending this was fine.

There was no fine. no rationality, no detachment, no "I'm an FBI consultant with boundaries" left. The coffin was a sauna of heat, suppressed instincts, and his dick had opinions.

Strong ones. Paint]fully strong ones.

His cock. An unfortunately proud, traitorous of a thing was pressing directly into the Chilton's softer core, or lets say , between his legs.

That area, usually just polite neutral estate behind fancy belt buckle, had gone hyper aware.

And chilton's cursed omega body had one job. recieve. it was soft , it was plush, it was warm, and it was also grinding against Will's raging alpha problem.

Will knew better. He really did.

But instincts were stupid. Stupid and throbbing.

Will shifted. which was frankly a bad move. The ridge of him dragged along the exact spot where Chilton's body had that omega cocklet. and just below that, tucked deep and desperately off-limits, the subtle, biological entrance to his womb.

Will's brain went statics.

He could feel it, like a pressure, a gravitational pull, some sick , primal magnet drawing him towards exactly where he shouldnt go.

"DON'T" Chilton whispered, absolutely still. "dont even breathe. Your ....uh your anatomy is pressing into mine and its inappropriate."

Will wheezed. "IM trying."

"YOu are trying with your hips?!"

"It's biological!"

Will was actively dying. His entire body was contradiction. desperate to flee and equally desperate breed whatever poor creature was making chirping noises beneath him.

Chilton squirmed again. Trying to breath. And it happened. Destiny decided their fates.

The shift caused Will's cock to grind directly against the soft puffy entrance. The pheromones soaked lil omega hole. and Chilton whined.

Out loud.

Softly .Like a lil puppy.

"Oh god." Will chocked . "im going feral."

"I will sue your entire bloodline," Chilton hissed, breath coming fast, cheeks hot and scent dangerously close to be being sweet.

"You cant sue me if i am dead."

"Think about unsexy thoughts."

"like what?"

"IDK, MURDER MAYBE" Chilton whined.

Will made a noise of a dying racoon. "That made me more hard."

He was dangerously close to moving hips.

And Chilton? Chilton was sweating. Legs trembling. His poor overstimulated omega core was twitching, just fluttering nervously against the visitor at his door, body prepping slick like it was an automatic process . Which of course, it was.

(omega slicks in my world, sorry)

His cocklet had stiffened too.

"If i die aroused, tell my pet peacock I loved him," Chilton whimpered..

Will sobbed. "Im going to dig us out with my teeth."

...............................................................................................................

Few minutes later.

Sound of growling came.

Chilton heard it and froze.

"Will."

"Dont talk."

Will's voice was hoarse , teeth gritted , hanging by a literal thread. His hands numbed on either side of Chilton's head, knuckles white, entire body trembling with retraint fueled rage boner energy.

"this isnt....oh god you are not supposed to..calm down!" chilton whined.

Will let out sharp huff, pressing down harder, and chilton gasped, because that motion slid entire length of Will's fully raging boner along his slicked entrance.

His cock twitched like waving flag in surrender.

"Stop...stop that!"

Will wasnt listening , his body was buzzing with the kind of energy that usually ended in a full-body tackle or a prison sentence. His instincts had overriden all logic , all reasonings. His brain was going

"HOT. SOFT. WARM. PERFECT FIT"

And unfortunately, the rest of his body agreed.

his hips gave a tiny involuntary buck, and chilton made a sound that we only hear in pay gorn.

"WILL!"

"I cant help it!" Will growled. "Your body is calling me. Like siren , all soft and smell of fucking raspberry dessert!"

" I AM A HUMAN BEING!"

"You are invitation with a doctorate!"

Chilton slapped him with absolutely no strength . It was more like an offended flutter. his legs were twtiching now, thighs trembling, the muscled in his lower belly were tightening up. and If will , Moved again, there would be slick. Real slick. Instinctual. Unwanted. Eager.

"FEW HOURS," Chilton gasped. "Few hours pls hold out, and i wont castrate you with my cane."

Will was panting like a dog in summers. "I am literally using every ounce of my willpower to not fuck the soul out of you."

Chilton let out a tiny sob of existential defeat.

"you think i want this? " Will barked . "You think i chose this coffin induced sex madness? I havent had sex since hannibal had all hairs black. I was fine. But now you are here with your soft tiny warm body, and your womb smelling like it wants me to put a baby in it-"

"Shut up shut up SHUT UP SHUUT UUP"

They both lay there, trembling, sweating, breathing on each other.

(to be continued if i dont get banned, again sorry for errors i trype like i have anxiety which is true)

[pailovesjohnprice]

Hey,

could you please write a one-shot, where fem!reader get‘s really horny watching Hannibal work and tries to distract him?(with smut?)

Have fun in Uni/high school

Hannibal X Reader: Motivation

Warnings: smut, handjob, teasing, talks of crime scenes, Hannibal being a bit subish, domish reader, no use of y/n

Word count: 1K

He has no right looking this good. 

It's completely unfair. 

You're standing near his desk watching him pour over pictures of crime scenes. Perhaps the sight should make you feel uneasy. You weren’t used to seeing so much gore, your profession didn’t require it. But instead of feeling repulsed you found yourself growing wetter at the sight of Hannibal. You know how he can get when he’s working and you always enjoyed toying with him when he was focused. He’d never admit it but he enjoyed it quite a bit too. You move over to him, wrapping your arms around his body as you rest your head on his back.

“Hello my love.”

You simply hum against him, nuzzling your head into his back. Hannibal's arms flex as he turns the page of his book, his eyes skimming over the contents. He can feel your hands moving against his stomach. You were a very touchy person so he didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until he realized that you were slowly inching your hands closer to his groin that he became aware of your extensions.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

You tried to sound as innocent as possible but your teasing tone didn’t go missed by Hannibal. He smirked a bit, knowing where this was going but not wanting to give you the satisfaction. Your hand reached his dick, fingers moving to trace over it. Hannibal's breath hitched a bit at the action, his shoulders growing a bit tense. 

“You okay baby?”

“I’m fine. Trying to figure out the killer's motive.”

“I see. Want to talk me through it?”

Ah, so this was how you were going to play it today. He pushed away the desire to shake his head at your antics. 

“I’m sure you’ll find it boring.”

“Nothing you say sounds boring to me. Not with that sexy accent of yours.”

You smiled against Hannibal's shirt, noticing the small laugh that escaped his mouth at your words. You could feel his beginning to grow hard against your palm. Hannibal let out a breath, surely beginning to feel the effects you had on his body. Your finger skimmed against his waistband, your hand moving to tug his shirt from beneath his pants.

“So who do you think you're dealing with?”

“A fanatic of some sort.”

You splayed your palm against his bare stomach, fingers toying with the hairs there. 

“Why do you say that?”

You moved to unbutton his pants, hand grazing over his half hard member. Hannibal closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to breath through his nose.

“Focus Hannibal. Tell me why he’s a fanatic.”

“The way he placed the bodies.”

You hum against him, your lips moving to kiss his neck as you inched your fingers beneath his boxers. You felt Hannibal take a short breath in as your hand made contact with his dick. 

“What about it?”

“He places them- ah um- in the positions of famous paintings.”

“I see. Is there a pattern?”

You take Hannibal's dick out from its confines, your hand wrapping around it. You feel the weight of his dick against your hand for a moment before you begin to stroke it. Hannibal places his hands on the desk, steading himself.

“Taking a closer look are you?”

The amusement in your voice is clear. Hannibal won’t succumb to you. Not yet.

“The paintings are of traitors. People who-shit- betrayed someone throughout history.”

“So maybe he isn’t a fanatic. Maybe he just feels betrayed.”

A barely contained groan makes its way from Hannibal's lips as you circle your finger against the head of his dick. If you keep caressing him the way you are, he won't last long. But he knows you won't help him reach his peak unless he keeps speaking to you. So he bites his lip, forcing himself to concentrate on the matter at hand. 

“I believe it has to be both. The only way he-”

“What makes you think its a he?”

“The victims.”

“What about them?”

“They are all women. Older women with motherly qualities.”

“So you think the killer is a boy who feels betrayed by his mother?”

“Possibly.”

“Would you like to cum?”

Hannibal's mind short circuits at your words.

“What?”

“I only ask because I can feel you twitching.”

You’d never done this before. Most of the time you tease him until he can’t take it anymore. Then, and only then, would you let him coat your hands with his cum.

“Don’t you want to hear more?”

“It seems you’ve already figured it out haven’t you?”

You move your lips so they are next to Hannibal's ear.

“Plus. I enjoy seeing you come undone on my hand.”

Hannibal grunts as you licked at his earlobe, your hand never stopping its movement.”

“So what’s the answer?”

“I want to cum. Please make me cum.”

“Of course baby. Just take a step back first. Don’t want you contaminating any of the evidence.”

Hannibal took a step back, his body moving in unison with yours. Once you are far away enough for your liking you speed up your movements. Hannibal moaned as you worked to bring him pleasure. He had  been holding on for so long that with a couple of strokes you managed to make him reach his peak. He grunted as his seed began to seep into your hand. Hannibal body twitches against yours as his orgasm washes over him. You help him through it until you feel his dick become soft against your palm. You release him, moving your hand to your lips. You lick the cum of your hand, cleaning yourself up. 

Hannibal turns around to face you for the first time since you’ve touched him. You give  him a big smile. He leans his head down, pulling you into a bruising kiss. After a while you pull away, gasping for air. He rests his forehead against yours, hands wrapping around your body.

“Thanks for the help darling.”

“Any time.”

[pailovesjohnprice]

Mated - Hannigram

rating: e (smut)

tags: omegaverse/abo dynamics, OmegaxOmega, breeding (only mentioned)

summary: Will and Hannibal are mated omegas, and Hannibal’s heat has hit early this month.

a/n: a part two is being written :3

read on ao3 || strawpage

“Hannibal, did you hear me?”

He blinked. “What? Oh, uh. No.”

“No, you didn’t hear me or no, you don’t need anything else from the store?”

“No, apologies,” he tried to snap out of it. “I don’t need anything.”

“Okay,” Will nodded even though Hannibal couldn’t see him through the phone. His voice softened. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Of course, darling,” Hannibal reassured, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m just looking forward to seeing you, is all.”

“Good. I’ll head that way soon.” He could practically hear Will’s soft smile in his voice—it made him throb in his pants. “Just gotta get through this line.” Will eyed the people ahead of him in the pharmacy, hoped that Hannibal’s refill of heat suppressants were already packed up and ready to go as soon as he paid.

“Alright then. I’ll see you after while, my love.” Will heard an uncharacteristic strain in Hannibal’s voice that he couldn’t quite place. Deciding he would find out soon enough, he let it be and exchanged goodbyes with his boyfriend before hanging up.

The moment the call ended and Hannibal could no longer hear Will’s voice, he huffed and smoothed his suit jacket. Carefully, he reached down and tried to readjust himself in his pants, but the pressure made him inhale sharply. When he made his way back over to his desk, he dropped himself down carefully.

He was grateful no one was in the room to hear the pathetic sound he made echoing off the walls. Hannibal’s hole was swollen and sensitive, much beyond the normal state of arousal. As he sat lightly on the edge of his chair, he once again ran through the numbers in his head. Again, he came up with the answer that he wasn’t supposed to go into heat until next week, but yet…

He groaned at the sensation of warm slick gushing through his underwear. He knew if he stood, there’d be a wet spot on the desk chair, the back of his pants, and even the front where his hard dick was leaking.

When his last appointment of the day finally knocked, he stayed seated and called for her to come in from the desk. The patient, used to being greeted at the door, found it rather odd but then upon seeing Hannibal’s flushed face, assumed he might be feeling ill. Hannibal could only be grateful that she wasn’t an alpha or an attuned omega capable of scenting his heat.

Other than that, he was very, very ungrateful to have to listen to her complain about her mundane problems. He barely held his composure together for an entire hour, had to force himself to sit unnaturally still so he didn’t wiggle his hips. Above all, he could not allow himself to think about Will, probably already on his way here to pick Hannibal up from work.

Again, he did not stand to walk his patient to the door at the end of her session. He merely gave her the kindest goodbye he could manage, then curtly turned to his paperwork. She almost told him to get better, but then asked him to enjoy his weekend and at last left.

Hannibal gave up pretending to write in his notebook and sat back in his chair. Feeling hot, he stripped off his suit jacket and untied his tie but let it hang around his neck. He tried to sit still for a moment, then rolled his shirt sleeves up. He forced his elbows in place on the armrest and drummed his fingers impatiently. He stared, eyes unfocused, at Will’s chair. He did not allow himself to move even an inch, barely even took a deep breath. If he did, he was going to immediately give in to his urges and shove three fingers inside himself, wrap the other hand around dick.

Oh, but he made sad little cries in the back of his throat. Waited and waited and waited—it was only ten minutes—for Will to arrive.

He moaned when he finally heard a car door slam, prayed to God that it was his boyfriend. He shot up from the chair and stood there behind his desk, fingers twitching at his sides.

He licked his lips when he heard the outside door open, then close. As usual when Will came to pick him up at the end of the day, upon seeing no other cars in the lot, he walked straight into Hannibal’s office.

He was immediately assaulted by the scent of his mate in heat. His lips parted. “Hhh…”

Hannibal watched his pretty face as Will inhaled, staggered further into the room like a man hypnotized. Will wildly searched Hannibal’s face. “You’re not supposed to start until next week.”

Hannibal cringed as if he were being scolded despite Will’s soft voice. “I believe taking the suppressant last month has thrown my cycle off.” Suppressants weren’t something either of them usually took unless there were the rare occasions they would be parted during their heat. Last month, Will had been whisked away out-of-state for a case that lasted most of the week, so they’d both taken a dose and promised to make up for it next time.

Apparently next time was now. Will swallowed. “You should have told me on the phone.”

Hannibal’s brows drew together, looking at him with pleading eyes. He didn’t have a good excuse—he had known Will would’ve made him take a taxi so the hormones wouldn’t prematurely set off Will’s own heat.

Upon seeing he wasn’t going to get any kind of intelligent reply anytime soon, Will grunted. He had to think for a moment. “I want you to let me get us home first.”

But Hannibal just looked at him with big doe eyes and slid the loosened tie off of his neck, letting it fall to the floor. He began working on the buttons of his shirt. He heard Will’s growl and cut off whatever he was about to say. “Will, I’m not going to make it.”

Will licked his lips dumbly at the sight of Hannibal’s chest being exposed. “What?”

Hannibal huffed and tried to explain himself slowly. “I am not going to make it home. I am not going to last the whole car ride.” He wasn’t trying to make it sound like a threat, but it was certainly a promise he’d have no choice but to keep. Just the thought of being trapped in the vehicle with Will’s warm scent, sitting on his aching, empty ass… He shook his head decidedly and dropped his shirt. “Can’t do it.”

Will said nothing—would’ve moaned if he’d tried—only nodded as he slowly stepped to Hannibal. The older man closed his eyes and mewled even before Will drug his palms down the entire front of his naked abdomen. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he finally whispered, carefully undoing Hannibal’s belt as if he were disabling an explosive. He wondered how long they had before the hormones overtook him too, how long before they melted together in heat.

Will let out greedy, open-mouthed pants upon seeing Hannibal’s panties.

As Hannibal kicked out of his trousers, Will continued eyeing his choice to wear the lacy garment today rather than boxers, which he typically opted for most work days. “You’re sure you didn’t know you’d go into heat today?”

“No, I didn’t,” he sniffs, voice small.

“Mm.” Will had to pull his hands back to himself and take several steps back. ”Okay, my pretty man. Take your panties off.” Hannibal’s mouth hung open in a happy exhale, nearly drooling with excitement as he did just that. They fell to the floor sopping wet, and his thighs were immediately coated in the shiny slick. It was such a sight, Will almost missed the way Hannibal’s cock throbbed dark red and needy. Will’s mouth watered.

“Step in front of them.” Hannibal took the flat-toned command with a moan, grateful that at least Will still had enough sense to be able to tell him what to do, because he had absolutely zero brain function right now.

Truthfully, Will was just trying everything he could to hold it together. His hole was already beginning to clench around nothing, and it wouldn’t be long before he was on Hannibal’s level—before they were both worse. “Now turn around,” Will strained.

Hannibal obeyed as if his body didn’t know how to do anything except whatever Will told it to do. “Bend over.” Again, he completed his task on a dazed autopilot.

Will took a long moment to watch the slick dripping straight out of Hannibal’s gaping hole; each inhale filled his nose with the sweet, sickly scent of need. He stalked forward, at first feeling like a predator approaching its prey. But with each step closer, his knees grew weaker. His instinct to roll over and take threatened to overwhelm him.

He could barely position himself behind the older man before Hannibal was pushing back against him. “Oh please,” he practically cried, instantly flooded with relief. “Please touch it.”

“Hannibal,” Will’s growl sounded more like whine. Placing his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders for leverage, he rolled his hard dick where Hannibal needed it most. “Oh fuck,” and then he was whining for real as the hot slick seeped through his clothes.

Hannibal couldn’t do anything but let out happy hiccups, nearly delirious with need. “Pick your panties up, come here,” Will pouted behind his ear. Hannibal had barely reached for the fabric before he was pulled to stand up. Will snatched the soaked underwear from his fingers and held them to his own face, inhaled as deeply as he could. “These have been soaking almost all day, haven’t they honey?”

Hannibal gave a pitiful nod and a sound that measured to, “Yes.”

“How fast did it hit you?” Will barely managed, moaning as the liquid entered his mouth. He wrapped his tongue greedily around the crotch and sucked.

Hannibal’s back was held tightly against Will’s front, still grinding his ass up and down Will’s length. He turned his head just in time to see his mate falling apart at the taste of his slick. He moaned and nearly forgot to answer. “Within a couple hours.”

But Will’s cramps were already peaking, his stomach threatened to turn over in pain. He soothed his aching back by slowly rocking his hips into Hannibal.

“I don’t have that long.”

Will kept them touching as much as possible as he stepped over to pull the cushiest blanket he could find from a bookshelf cupboard. He laid it out on the floor in front of the fireplace. He wanted to do his best to take care of Hannibal while he still had some clarity of mind, but he was fading fast and the smell of Hannibal alone threatened to have slick pushing out of his own hole any second now.

“Hey,” Will kissed the back of his head. “I love you.”

Hannibal’s preen was animalistic as his stomach dropped with heat. He knew exactly what that meant; he was about to get what he needed. His mate—his mate, his mate, his mate—was about to drop into the fire with him.

Will gestured with his body for Hannibal to get on the floor. He got down to hands and knees immediately, then flipped unceremoniously to lay on his back. Will stood between his spread thighs.

Hannibal purred and pinched his own nipple watching Will rake his eyes over his completely exposed body. His cock leaked helplessly against his stomach, balls rocking heavy and full as his hips twisted and thrusted against nothing. With his legs spread and knees instinctively pulled closer to his chest, Will’s eyes landed on his hole.

Slick gushed out of Hannibal with enough force to make him grunt. His head fell back to the floor with a groan, already babbling.

I need it, and I’m hurting, and it’s so wet for you Will, and please just touch it, that’s all I want.

Will’s mouth hung open as he removed his jacket, tongue sticking past his bottom lip and unknowingly dripping drool. When he started unbuttoning his shirt, Hannibal made a cute little noise and gushed some more.

“Is it that bad, baby?” Will asked genuinely, out of breath. “You been like this all day?”

Of course he knew it would have worsened the moment he’d walked in the door, irresistible mating pheromones aside. His Hannibal would rather die than go through a heat without Will, and Will strongly felt the same. Still, Hannibal nodded weakly and answered honestly. “Almost since right after you dropped me off. I can’t—take it anymore,” his head lulled to the side with a broken whisper. “Will, I’ve been so empty all day, and I wanted to go home and fill myself but I needed you and I—I’ve been so patient—”

“That’s right, you have,” Will nodded frantically, wanting to soothe him. “You’ve done so good, sweetheart. It’ll all be better soon.” He shakily removed his shirt then picked his foot up from the floor. Gently, so Hannibal knew this wasn’t being done in punishment as usual, Will let the toe of his boot nudge between Hannibal’s cheeks. In turn, the latter groaned and began to grind down, letting his overheated hole rest on the cool leather. He squeaked in relief.

“There you go,” Will tapped his foot a few times, hoping to help him along as he struggled to get his belt undone. He messily reached into the waistband of his boxers and pulled his throbbing length out.

Upon seeing it spring forward, Hannibal sobbed and rolled against Will’s shoe. “Oh please, put it in me.”

And because Hannibal rarely asked for such a thing while in heat, and because his body could no longer fight it off, Will’s cramps turned his stomach and he was gushing into the pants still hanging loosely from his hips. Hannibal, of course, smelled immediately and cried harder, thinking that meant his fellow omega mate would be too enveloped in his own heat by now to fuck him.

Will and Hannibal didn’t often penetrate each other while in heat. Occasionally, one of them would get desperate enough to shift their hips and push their cock down to slide wetly into the other. Will especially loved doing this when he came, listening to Hannibal’s pathetic whimpering. But for the most part, they were too out of it, holes too needy for each other’s pressure, that they couldn’t do anything but rub and grind and whine and squeeze. It was glorious and teasing all at once. It was never enough—which is just what him and Hannibal needed.

They had all month to fuck properly like two intelligent grown men, but when their cycle came around? There was nothing they could do to stop themselves rolling around in bed and coming over and over for a week straight.

Will had to, regretfully, move his foot in order to finish undressing, but once he had, he fell immediately to his knees between Hannibal’s legs. “Will, please, please,” he didn’t know what he was begging for. Will’s face, a finger, three fingers, even the boot again, he’d take, “Anything.”

Will’s natural instinct to obey kicked in, well and truly a bitch in heat. His favorite part of having sex with his mate, another needy omega, was the way the begging from one turned into a command for the other. They completely owned—and were owned by—each other.

“Yes, Hannibal,” Will gasped, all but collapsing into him. His mouth went straight for the swollen hole, kissing it sloppily. Hannibal’s noises were so choked off Will almost couldn’t hear them over the sloshing of his tongue dipping in and out to gather up slick. He drank it down greedily.

He never even laid a hand on Hannibal’s shivering cock, hardly even entered Hannibal with his tongue, but within seconds the older was falling over the edge. He spasmed around Will’s lips, who simply held the backs of Hannibal’s thighs up and buried his face deeper. Rope after rope of white landed on Hannibal’s chest, neck, even up to his face at this position. Not a single word escaping his mouth was coherent.

Will pulled away only when he finally realized he couldn’t breathe. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t help it,” Will whispered but didn’t try to elaborate why he was apologizing. Hannibal’s ears were ringing anyway.

He got up onto his knees and sunk his cock into Hannibal so hard the force sent them further up the blanket. They both cried out, Hannibal’s closer to a scream.

Will had to screw his eyes shut as his body moved on its own, thrusting desperately into his mate. He felt like a lost puppy, each push of his hips causing the muscles in his ass to clench. It reminded him of how empty he felt, how badly he needed to be bred, too. “Shit, baby, I need you to cum again.”

Hannibal only held his tongue out and rolled his head, indicating his was incapable of speaking. “Yeah,” Will decided, movements growing rougher. “Yeah, I need it right now baby. Cum on me so I can give you my hole, too.”

Hannibal made a pathetic sound and rolled his hips. “No, come on sugar, don’t squeeze it so tight,” Will whined. “Nooo, stop Hannibal.” Will knew after his first orgasm finally hit, he would be a goner. He wouldn’t know how to do anything but simply pull out and hump his ass against any body part of Hannibal’s that presented itself. “Give me your cum.”

He selfishly grabbed Hannibal’s dick, unable to wrap his entire hand around it. His mate bucked wildly and murmured, “Keep fucking me.” Will squeezed it once, twice, then started to stroke. Hannibal gave short, wounded whimpers and he was spilling again.

Will, near hysteria, caught as much as he could with his fingers then licked the dripping warmth off his palm. “Ah,” Will greedily licked between his fingers. “You got more for me?” He reached back down to finish squeezing Hannibal through his orgasm, milking out a few last spurts. He ran his hand over the mess on Hannibal’s abs and then resumed licking his fingers clean.

Hannibal, finally feeling more attuned with the lustful fog clouding his mind now that he’d had two orgasms, sat up to kiss him. Will whimpered and lost his strength, nearly pulling out of Hannibal as he sat back on his knees. He looked down at where they were connected and his cheeks burned with jealousy at how full Hannibal must feel.

He pulled out with a squelch and all but fell backwards to lay opposite of Hannibal. The latter immediately positioned their legs to be scissored and pulled them close together. Will moaned at the sensation of their cheeks wetly parting each others’. The moment their holes slid against the other, slick flowed from one and into the other.

“That’s fucking it,” Will felt so good his words came out as surprised, breathless laugh. “That’s it, that’s it,” he began rocking.

Hannibal was entranced. His eyes darted back and forth between Will’s pleasured face and both of their cocks slapping uselessly against their own stomachs as they laid there on their backs.

Hannibal believes there are no mistakes in nature.

Deviations from the norms, sure. Mutations, sometimes. But even those are naturally-occurring.

He knows there is a natural order to humans well. He knew that—as omegas—his and Will’s bodies instinctively craved the companionship and knotting of an alpha.

And still, he couldn’t find a single mistake even as he thought it was a shame that they both had such big, pretty dicks that usually go to waste during this time of the month. He would never trade their perfectly paired desperation for anything, because this was his natural mate.

“I love you, Will,” Hannibal gasped as he pushed their bottoms even closer.

Will’s whole body spasmed, cock falling over to rest on Hannibal’s thigh as he exploded. His cum covered them both, mixed with the slick coating their entire bottom halves.

Neither of them stopped moving. They thrashed about and thrusted into each other. Whenever one of their wailing grew especially needy, the other would weakly sit up so they could reach down and squeeze their cock, slide a finger or two in. Then they’d fall back and resume their pitiful humping, holding each other’s legs for support.

Neither of them are sure how much time passes, or how many times they came. The heat barrels through them, over and over, commanding they be knotted. Upon only occasionally being came inside of by the other omega, their stomachs would cramp up; not yet satisfied, not yet full of cum.

The sun sets and there aren’t enough lamps turned on inside Hannibal’s office. The fire had long since burned down, embers making the air glow soft with orange around them. Still, they didn’t stop.

When the position changed enough to allow it, Hannibal massaged Will’s hole or Will jacked their still-swollen cocks together with both hands. At one point, they both came just from lying there on their backs, rolling their balls against each other’s in circles. Will cried out to God when he felt Hannibal’s pull up tight and then throb with release against his own. Will didn’t think he’d ever been hit so hard, so fast, and so deep by his heat.

After what must have been hours, they began to slow only because of exhaustion and their muscles ached from the floor. Will came for what he was sure would be the last time before he passed out, but Hannibal still moved about. He sat up, whining. “Don’t fall asleep, I’m not done.”

Hannibal readjusted and let himself fall forward, now lying on top of Will. They groaned as their sensitive, velvety hard skin met. Hannibal placed open mouthed kisses on Will’s jaw and struggled to breathe loudly as he wiggled downward. “Uh,” he grunted, entering Will in one fell movement.

Will threw his had back and mewled as he was unexpectedly filled. The sound their bodies made alone was so vulgar it brought tears to his eyes. “Hnn…”

Hannibal wasn’t sure if it was meant to be his name or just a moan, but he responded anyway. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked genuinely, eyes searching Will’s face wildly. “Feels good to be stretched…” he was still trying to ask, but he trailed off caught up in his own pleasure as Will squeezed around him.

Will couldn’t verbally respond, so he weakly reached around Hannibal to roughly hold and spread his ass with one hand, the other hooking two fingers inside. Hannibal made a high-pitched noise and faltered. Will bit his shoulder and pushed his fingers in and out, using the leverage to force Hannibal’s thrusts to grow rougher.

Will’s eyes rolled into the back of his head long before the coil even started tightening in his belly . Hannibal noticed him right at the edge and wrapped his arms underneath Will’s. He held their faces close together by Will’s curly hair. The younger man just hugged him back and cried, too sensitive, too hot, too hard, too overwhelmed.

“Will, please. It’ll feel so much better if you cum on my cock.” Will huffed a few exhales, trying and failing to speak. “I promise, it will. It’ll break the fever, come on.” Will’s stomach tightened, hips drawing upward as he made a guttural sound in the back of his throat. Hannibal’s voice is sweet and promising. “Cum for me now, and I’ll knot you with as many fingers as I can fit once we’re home.”

The coil snaps so hard, Will hurts as his balls are forcefully emptied. Hannibal gratefully reaches down to milk it all out of him. “Yes beautiful boy, just like that.” The responsibility of guiding Will through his most intense orgasm of the night—so far—helped bring Hannibal back to himself, if only a little bit. “Yes, yes, yes,” he stroked.

Even after he stopped shooting ropes, Will’s cock continued to leak and his hips bucked. Hannibal reached further down between their mess to massage Will’s aching balls. “Give it all to me.”

Hannibal let him lay there for a long time, moaning and making no sense, head thrashing from side to side. He pulled out carefully, mindful of Will’s sensitive hole still throbbing from his orgasm and hours of their self-inflicted abuse.

Shaking, Hannibal looked down at his own cock still hard and begging for another release. Seeing Will’s gaping hole made his own feel empty. With shaking fingers, he reached to scissor two fingers deep into himself. He rubbed circles on his swollen prostate once, twice, and then he was coming on Will’s cock. He watched, hypnotized, as it dripped down his length, down his balls, down to mix with the slick shining around his hole.

Hannibal fell somewhat to the side, somewhat on top of Will, and thinks he may have passed out. He couldn’t even lift his head to check on Will, who was on a completely different planet. They recovered for a long time, both drifting in and out of consciousness.

It’s Will who stirs first at the sound of Hannibal’s deepening breaths. He still didn’t bother to get up though, only wrapped the blanket they were laying on around them.

More time passed, and Will had the good sense to reach down and use the blanket to pat-dry the wetness coating their lower bodies. He didn’t even bother opening his eyes as he did so, and stopped when the pressure on Hannibal’s crotch made him whine and wiggle.

Again, Will relaxed onto the floor and melted into a state somewhere between sleeping and delirious bliss. He didn’t move a muscle until he felt it; the subtle cramping of his biological needs still not being satisfied. He had not been knotted, not been impregnated, which meant it would soon be time for more cum.

He groaned and tried to roll to the side, Hannibal mirroring the sound before he woke fully and tried to help them shift. Will felt slick oozing out of him and he tried to ignore it as he got onto hands and knees, stretching his back.

“You okay?” Hannibal asked, finally opening his eyes.

Will nodded and leant down to kiss his boyfriend’s forehead. “We should try to get home before it hits again.” Just the thought of it hitting again—and the things they would do—was enough to make Will throb.

Hannibal had to melt for a second before he could give any response. He admired so much the way Will always tried to take care of him, even in his own neediest of moments. Hannibal nodded and leaned up to kiss Will’s nose before sitting fully.

It would be a long time still before they managed to get dressed and out the door on shaking legs. Every movement was careful not to brush against a sensitive body part and set off another round of attempted-breeding.

Will could only be grateful to have a mate that he loved so much, it made it impossible to keep their eyes off each other even after they’d just had sex for hours. He didn’t mind at all when it was difficult to get Hannibal to stop instinctively presenting his clothed ass to Will on the way to the car.

Didn’t even mind when he had to pull over on the way home and eat Hannibal’s ass in the backseat, because he loved Hannibal. He loved how afterwards, Hannibal laid his head in Will’s lap and lazily sucked him off the rest of the drive. Will especially loved the way his mate sucked down cum just as he put the car in park. He loved that no matter what, him and Hannibal would do anything for each other, and not just in pleasure. It gave him a sense of security that he was convinced no one else on earth had. He loved loved loved his murderous, monstrous, mate—loved that they were about to fuck all night and then all week.

When they entered the bedroom, they were both well-aware that they now had the entire week off from work to take their time and pleasure each other properly. But that would never work for Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, because they needed each other too much. They needed to love each other raw, fuck against whichever body part presented itself in the moment. Their bodies moved so in-sync, even when out of rhythm, that Will cheekily considered they may be two halves of one soul, if he believed such a thing.

That night they fell onto the same pillow panting into each other’s mouths. They held hands and curled in close, cocks resting against one another’s in case either of them woke up in the night sweaty and bucking. “I love you,” was repeated so many times, even their voices melded into one low rumble in their chests pressed together. They drifted off to sleep somewhat peacefully, still sweating off the fever, already dreaming about how they would love and breed each other tomorrow

[pailovesjohnprice]

He loves your pudgy stomach | insecure!reader, smut, manhandling,

Loves how it pokes out when your full, or when you wear a tight top, loves holding it in hands, brushing his fingers against the curves when your sat in his lap or when he rubs your thighs, how it squishes when he folds you in half in bed, loves how if he presses your tummy he’ll feel his cock— he fucking adores it.

You on the other hand— not so much.

Maybe it was strange, but you’ve always had a stomach, a little extra weight. And you tried to work it off but it just stuck with you. And then he kept touching at, poking and probing it— that aching feeling that maybe you weren’t enough— or that you were too much— grew and grew.

So you’d decided to take some time apart. Try to work “your problem” out on your own. Eat smaller portions, workout more, and when He did see you, you were in baggier clothes, distancing yourself away from his touch. You were still cute with your sweater paws but he’s not new to your hesitation. How you look when your delicate brain overworks itself. If he doesn’t say anything, you’ll hole yourself up and the problem tighter than a pickle jar.

And then he sees it, that frustrated and pouty look on your face just as you pass by the mirror while you’re at your dresser— And that’s all it takes.

Your boyfriend, who witnessed the scene from the living room of your apartment, came to your room, leaning on the door frame. “You keep makin that face mama, what’s wrong?”

You shrug, hiding yourself into the comforters, “Nothin, just tired is all.”

He nods, internally rolling his eyes, but he comes next to you, laying down on the bed and cocks his head. “Too tired for me to hold you?”

You shake your head sheepishly, you can’t help but let him take you in your arms, because that’s where you feel the most comfortable. Well you did, but now? You weren’t too sure.

His squeezed you tightly, just to make you squeal a little bit, then his head went to the crook of your neck, pecking right here before nuzzling in. His sweet baby. He loved you to pieces, couldnt understand the random need to hide yourself. And his hands unconsciously went to your fupa making you jerk away.

“Sorry,” you gave him a weak smile, before you can pull away, he is pulled you closer by the waist.

“What’s up with that, what’s wrong? Been makin that face every time I see you. And now you don’t even let me touch you.” He pauses for a moment, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. And sighs, if he has to act to get the truth out of you, so be it— he fains frown, “You hate me?”

You almost leap out of your skin, eyes widening, “I-I don’t hate you! I could never hate you! Just-just—“

You want to hide your face, but your boyfriend keeping you still in his arms, his eyes looking at you dead on.

“Doesn’t- doesn’t it make you uncomfortable?” You mumbled.

“It?” His eyebrow raises.

You take a deep breath, “My stomach. It’s weird isn’t it? I’ve been trying to get rid of it, you- you keep touching it and I’m sure it’s not the best thing to look at—“

“—Christ baby slow down.” He cuts off the near incoherent rambling, lifting your chin with his fingers.

“Who said I hated it? I love your cute stomach baby. Love all the curves on you. Know I need someone with some weight on ‘em don’t you sweetheart?”

“But-“

“—No buts gorgeous.” He pecks your lips once, again for good measure. “Gotta love you and your pretty tummy huh?”

Well he wasn’t sure he could get you to love it in one go, but he’d show you just how much he loved that pretty stomach of yours— by putting you into the mattress.

His Your sweatshirt was snatched off your body, his lips immediately trailing down your body, a kiss directly to your stomach. Licking and kissing at it a few time before pulling your shorts down.

He fucks your sloppy heat sideways, ramming in every inch into while admiring your pretty face get all screwed up in pleasure. Your leg hiked up over his forearm. You can’t help the moans and mewls that escape you, he dragging his large veiny cock out and slamming it back in your gummy walls.

“You have to look gorgeous, shit- look how pretty you are- hah- takin me in your pretty cunt,” he huffs, slightly groaning at the warm feel of you.

“Mmmmphf, fuc- noo” you keen, the moon of your nails digging into at his toned arms making him hiss.

“No?” And he pouts. Fucking pouts. “No you’re not pretty or no your cunts no pretty? Both- shi- would be a fuckin lie. And you know I hate lies baby.”

The man lifts you like it’s nothing, folds you like a lawn chair with both your legs over his broad shoulders.

“Shit- anngh- baby m’ not- hicc- I’m not heavy?” You pout between a moan. And he only takes the beautiful fat of your ass in both his hands, raising you up and jackhammering up into you like he despises you. The loud ‘plap, plap, plap’ of your slippery juices, wetting his pubic hairs down to his balls.

He sucks and nibbles your neck that makes you shake and cry out, “Never- fuckin- heavy doll, so damn perfect, jesus-“ he groans with every thrust.

“Where’s your boyfriend sweet girl, hm?”

You hiccup, eyes rolling to the back of your head, drool slowly coming out of your mouth from how good you feel, but he grips your hair, making you looking down at your stomach. “Come on baby, gotta show me where your man is.”

It ripples with every movement, squishing every time he slams you down on his length but you can’t help but gasp, feeling at the fat of your stomach to you press riiiight at his twitching tip that’s bruising your womb. “Aww- hnngh- R-right there! shit- Right there!” You whimper.

“Thaaat’s right gorgeous, not gonna be aaanywhere else.” He purrs. And it’s euphoria while he gets you there, how you whine that he’s too big and how good you feel with him hitting your spongy g-spot. You suddenly clamp down around his cock, clenching around his pulsing cock as you shatter around him.

He brushes your curls out of your face as you try to catch your breath, condescendingly cooing, “Don’t pass out on me now, sweetheart. I haven’t cum yet.”

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Toji, Simon, Gojo, Smoke, Stack, Joel, Gaz, Nanami, Sukuna, Soap, John.

a/n: someone requested plus size reader getting fucked a slut, this has been sitting since may so I just finished it. Me tagging my usual crew😭😭

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[pailovesjohnprice]

Hi,

could you write a one-shot, where fem reader,a friend of Alana and Will, meets Hannibal, but doesn‘t really trust and thinks something is off about him.She is concerened about her friend‘s safety, but also feels this pull to him? (With smut?)

♡: its givin enemies to lovers fr

Wild entanglement

PAIRING: Hannibal Lecter X fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING: SMUT (18+, mdni please), enemies to lovers (a little), tension, unprotected sex, forced kissing, mention of little blood, fingering, foreplay, hair pulling, praise kink, public sex, dominant hannibal.

SYNOPSIS: When Alana and Will introduced you to their friend, Hannibal Lecter, let's just say your senses heightened in the male's presence and you caught a whiff of the danger he was. With nothing to prove your words and feeling, you decided to keep your distance but stayed worried for your friend. Hannibal on the other hand grows more and more curious about you and asks Alana to bring you to the opera.

The first time you met Hannibal Lecter, the alarms went haywire in your mind.

He was not a good person. You could already feel it absorb into your bones but you had nothing against him.

When he'd touched your hand to shake it, chills danced down your spine. The feeling was foreign — something you couldn't quite put your finger on. There was uneasiness in the pit of your stomach but why? You had no idea. You'd try to speak about it with Will and Alana but they shrugged you off.

You'd attempted to console yourself. If two behavior analysts could not catch onto the evidently bad vibes you got from the man, then maybe it was in your head. It was only worry for your friends.

It had to be.

But everytime you crossed paths with Hannibal, your uneasiness consumed you. It did not rest.

And it didn't allow you to rest either.

Distancing yourself from him, putting an abrupt end to conversations, disarray decorating your face now and then. Hannibal picked up on it, so did Will and Alana. They couldn't understand why you disliked the charming man so much.

But you knew something was wrong.

Beneath the facade for witt and charm lurked something dangerous, something dark and evil.

Despite your wearisome behavior, Hannibal had asked Alana to bring you along to the opera house. At first, you declined and were not up for it, hoping that both your friends would leave you alone but they simply couldn't. Will and Alana both wished to see you get along with Hannibal, so that there won't be any tension when the four of you spend time together.

Alana had forced you into a sultry long dress made of silk, hung by two thin straps over your shoulders. Hair put up in a messy bun with a sharp clip. Paired with the dress were heels and you felt like some doll when Alana was done playing dress up with you.

“Cheer up. Try giving him a chance, he's a good person.” Alana said but your heart did not agree with her.

You ignored her attempt to warm up your heart to Hannibal. The drive to the opera house was short but upon arriving, you both were met with Will and Hannibal. Dressed in black tuxedos, hair slicked back and lips carrying smiles.

You'd never been to an opera house before and deep down were looking forward to the performance, excitement brewing inside you.

“You ladies look absolutely lovely.” Hannibal complimented you both, but his gaze was piercing through you like a vicious stab of a needle.

You nearly snarled at him. Dislike for him pouring out in your expressions and Hannibal found that completely captivating. The only woman who couldn't fall prey to his ensnaring charms. You were adamant and stood your ground.

And extremely smart too.

To be able to see right through his calm and neutral facade.

“We know.” You responded, bitterly and walking ahead into the opera house with Will.

Alana shot Hannibal an apologetic look but he only smiled. “I don't understand her distaste for me. Have I done something to offend her?”

Alana only shrugged. “I have no idea,”

Hannibal offered her his elbow and she took it, entering together in the premises. You caught a glimpse of them and didn't like how he stood close to your friend, wasn't fond of how he had them both wrapped around his finger. There was something off putting about Hannibal and you were going to find out.

“Relax.” Will whispered into your ear, leading you to your seat.

You released a tender sigh, shoulders finally slumping. Long gone was the uprightness of your posture from being in Hannibal Lecter’s presence. “You don't get this very eerie vibe from him, Will? Or am I the only one going insane over the safety of my friends?”

Both were genuine questions.

Was your brain playing mind games on you or was it only warning you against the danger lurking beneath Hannibal’s beautifully decorated mask.

He pressed his hand over your back. “It is your mind. I understand you're worried about us but Hannibal has never proved to be harmful towards me or Alana.”

You let out a frustrated sigh.

They were blinded.

By his charm which worked as a soothing balm over their minds meanwhile it only heightened your curiosity and apprehension.

Alana and Hannibal also settled right next to you, Hannibal your right and Will to your left.

You didn't like how he sat next to you but the performance was soon going to begin, so you didn't say much. Focused on the soothing voices which brought you aural satisfaction.

Hannibal gazed at you, tongue running over his lips. He couldn't deny that you looked absolutely gorgeous. Ever since he'd laid his sight on you, the man was captured by the invisible hands of one sided tension.

You felt his eyes boring into the side of your eyes, so you turned to him. Eyes fierce and full of dislike. “Has anyone ever told you staring is considered, probably rude?”

Your tone was disrespectful, snappy and full of poison. Hannibal disliked rude people and preferred to feast on them but here you were, getting away with your prudence.

Hannibal only chuckled. “Earnest apologies, love. You're just seem very enthralling.”

You rolled your eyes. Your own gaze found his, staring at him and you couldn't deny that the man was beguilingly breathtaking. He was like the scorching ray of the sun.

“Stay away from my friends, Doctor Lecter. I know what you are.” You whispered, glaring at him. You only found amusement on his face.

He leaned into his seat. “And what that might be, love?”

You were taken aback by the name he gave you. It was a compliment and a deep compliment it was but you didn't want to appear impressed by it. There was no way you could blush over his praise.

“You're—” You inhaled, trying to keep yourself together. Truth to be told, you had no idea what he was. Your empty words were only to threaten him. You decided to stand up from your seat, walking out of the place to find a bathroom.

The distaste you felt for Hannibal was becoming like poison on your tongue.

After asking a worker there about the directions to the bathroom, you ended up right inside it. Face carrying a sour expression, all because of Hannibal Lecter.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, the thin strap of your dress hanging down by your arm.

A tired sigh left you.

Ever since you'd met Hannibal Lecter, you simply could not take him and throw him out of your mind. Like a parasite, he lingered there in hopes to suck blood out of you. No matter how much you fought and struggled, worry had always kept you on edge.

The worst part was that you had no material with which you could prove these bad feelings regarding Hannibal Lecter.

Everyone laughed at his sense of humor but to you it didn't seem like he actually had a sense of humor. It was downright eerie and dark, how he chuckled over the most absurd things. It left you a bit disturbed too and you couldn't bear to be in his company anymore.

The door opened and your head snapped into its direction. Hannibal stood there, an impassive expression decorating his features.

“This is the woman's bathroom.” You reminded him, in case he'd forgotten. “Get out.”

He didn't listen to you. Instead he took a step towards you, shutting the door behind himself. Because of the opera performance still carrying on, everyone was seated and the bathroom was deserted. Hannibal, with each predatory step closed the distance between you two and stood before you.

Panic filled your being.

With shaky fingers, you reached for the pin in your hair and pulled it out causing your bun to unravel and your locks to cascade down your back. Your hand tightly held onto the sharp bend, holding its pointy end towards the man.

“Don't come near me.”

Hannibal tilted his head, before coming closer.

The sharp end of the clip pressed into his chest but he didn't stop, as he continued shrinking the little space left between the two of you. “Do it."

You inhaled sharply, watching as the sharp item pierced through his skin. A small spot of blood saturating the white fabric of his button up. He was pushing on it, as he trapped you against the wall. Hannibal wanted to see how far you'd go to protect your friends.

To prove your dislike for him.

“Hurt me and prove yourself to be capable of protecting your friends, beautiful.” You nearly snarled at the term of endearment he'd used to describe you.

He'd cornered you up on the wall, his tall frame towering over you. Hannibal was intimidating and the polite smile he often carried was long gone. His face leaned forward, closer to yours and your lips trembled at how close he was.

“Stay away from me and my friends. They don't see right through you but I do.” You threatened, still firmly holding on the sharp clip and he finally smiled.

It was an eerie smile. Like he found you humorous but his gaze had entirely darkened, leaving you bemused.

“Oh but I want you to see right through me. I want you to see me for what I am, know me, feel me.” Hannibal whispered, his fingers to wrap around your wrist. Your wrist faltered and the weapon fell — colliding with the floor.

You watched its demise. The pearls embedded in its design tripping and falling apart, spreading everywhere on the bathroom floor.

Just what was about to be done to you.

Lifting your gaze back up to meet his, your glared into his eyes but Hannibal had other plans. It was true that you found him attractive, the most beautiful man you'd ever seen but you knew better than to engage.

Though right now your restraint was slowly slipping.

Hannibal found you adorable like this. Cornered and scared, yet he could see the fierceness in your unwavering stare. Somewhere you were akin to a loyal dog who'd do anything to protect its owners but he didn't like who that loyal was directed towards.

He wanted it all for himself.

He kissed you and it left you speechless. The tension was already there but you hadn't expected him to be this bold. Hannibal felt your little fists pushing at his chest but that was only a minor intrusion. He didn't care much for it. His lips were firm over yours, already winning this battle for dominance.

But you didn't rest.

You tried to slap him but that gave Hannibal the perfect opportunity to grasp both your wrists and pin them over your head. His lips moved with vigor over yours and after a minute or so of constant struggling, you also gave in.

He parted open your lips and slithered his tongue inside to captivate yours — a bound never to be broken. You felt him consume you by delving deeper into the kiss and a whimper escaped you in the process.

Hannibal broke the kiss and you were quick to shift your face to the side. You couldn't even look at him, specifically when he'd kissed you by force. There was already a battle boiling within you and Hannibal kissing you confused you further.

Hannibal released your wrists, one hand finding itself in your hair. His grip tightened as he made you face him and there it was, that same expression of distaste on your face.

Eyebrows furrowed, lips dangling in a frown and anger swirling in those eyes of yours.

Hannibal chuckled. “Bewitching, you are.”

You stared back at him with a grimace and his hold on your hair tightened. His lips once again found yours and you whimpered at the tight lip lock, hitting him in the chest over and over again with your free hands. Hannibal reveled in the feeling of superiority over you, he knew he was above you.

Above everyone else.

His free hand slid down to the little slit in your dress, allowing him entrance to your most intimate parts. Your resilience was proving to be useless as it only turned him on furthermore. Hannibal caressed your inner thighs with his thumb, the action sending waves of sparks running down your spine.

“Don't.” You said, although your body betrayed you as it leaned further into his gentle touch. “I will scream.”

“Do you really want to scream? I could be fucking you right now, change your mind about me.” You flinched at the abrupt drop of his mask.

Hannibal’s voice had fallen a few octaves lower and you swallowed, staring at him. You didn't move, nor did you push at him. Torn between both this sudden pull towards him and your morality.

Hannibal parted open your thighs, slipping his hand between them. You felt him slide your panties aside and your breath hitched — chest rising up and down in a damaged rhythm. His hand cupped the entirety of your soaked cunt and when he felt your arousal with his finger, he inhaled.

“You're drenched.” He whispered. “Is this supposed to prove your distaste for me?”

The mockery in his tone made you wish a hole would open up and swallow you into the ground. “Shut up. You're unbearable.”

Hannibal’s fingers traced along your cunt, one slowly sliding inside you. Your hands immediately flew to his shoulders, holding onto them for support. He stared at you, analyzing your expressions and the minor details of your beauty that he never got the chance to gaze upon.

You were absolutely fascinating.

A rude woman who he wanted to feast on, but this time, differently.

He fucked you with his fingers, feeling your soaked cunt sucking him in. He groaned at how you'd feel around his cock and it stirred in his pants. Dipping his face into your neck, he bared his teeth and bite down onto the skin. Tugging and sucking, leaving you completely breathless.

This was risky.

Anyone could enter the bathroom.

Hannibal’s fingers were thick and filled you up which left little to imagine when it came down to how good his cock would feel. Your eyes squeezed shut, head tossed back into the wall and lips releasing little whimpers of pure pleasure.

“All this time when you'd look at me with pure disgust or run away from my presence, ignore me, it only worked to harden to my cock for you.” Hannibal sultry said in your ear before grasping it between his teeth.

You arched your back when his fingers twisted and curved inside you, managing to find the sweet spot. “H-Hannibal.”

His cock twitched.

Hannibal albeit had his own complicated relationship with God, now found himself begging to be bestowed with patience.

His thumb worked in circles over your swollen pink clit. It only increased your desire and need for an orgasm.

You were like a beautiful puzzle finally coming together piece by piece in front of him. He left open mouthed kisses over the circular purple bite marks as immense pleasure took over your body, causing it to tremble.

Your fingernails dug into the crisp of his ironed suit and Hannibal picked up his pace.

Plunging his fingers back and forth, repeatedly hitting that little sponge of nerves.

Your stomach twisted and flipped with anticipation, thighs reflexing at the pleasure which grew potent with each harsh thrust of his fingers inside your pussy. Hannibal sighed, pulling his face out of your neck to stare at what he'd made of you.

A complete mess.

With just his mere fingers.

“Hannibal, I'm g-gonna—oh fuck.” Your face contorted and your lips fell apart, nails digging into his shoulders. Hannibal earned your release, drawing it out of you with sensual little strokes. Your face buried in his chest when you came all over his fingers and he held you.

Tears had sprung out of your eyes and your hair was now a mess from the friction of the wall. You could feel his large palm set on your hair but then slowly it accumulated your hair into a tight hold — pulling your head out of his chest.

“Show me how you look.” He ordered, staring at your flushed state. You were the same woman that had threatened to end his life mere moments ago and now you were a complete mess.

He couldn't be more pleased.

“Come.” He said, pulling you outside.

You were confused.

But you followed along.

The distinct sound of the opera singers now became more prominent when you two left the bathroom. You walked in pursuit of him as he dragged you up the secludes stairs. The opera house was massive and beautiful too and surely Hannibal had been here before with how swiftly he moved.

He took you into a dark corridor and pinned you over the velvety red wall — staring down at you. Hannibal didn't waste time with picking you up and unzipping his own pants, pulling out his cock. You were left speechless when he picked you up.

“You're not going to—”

“What did you think was going to happen, my dearest? If I don't fuck you now, I will go crazy.” His chest was moving vigorously, trying to drag in oxygen and then you felt his cock head press over your clit.

You whined, your cunt throbbing and clenching around nothing but air in need of him. Finally, Hannibal entered you and you tightly wrapped your arms around his nape, allowing him to sink inside you.

His cock stretched your cunt out to its extent, leaving you gasping. Long enough to reach your womb almost — you couldn't believe you'd gone from running away from being in his mere presence to being in his arms as he fucked his cock into you.

You were overstimulated from your climax from before and your body shivered everytime he thrusted in you. Hannibal held you tightly, his bone crushing hold on you didn't hurt in front of how his nails pierced through your skin.

Your little body bounced up and down on his cock, back glued to the wall. You cried out but Hannibal unwrapped one arm around you, pressing his palm over your mouth to conceal your loud moans. His hips harshly thrusted and each time he did, the sharp sound of his skin colliding with yours struck like lightening through the quietude of the hall.

“I wish I could consume you.” Hannibal growled, perspired forehead pressed against yours. You were oblivious to the dark meaning behind his words as he felt your cunt clamp down on his cock.

Hannibal was a mess.

His neatly done hair was now tousled — strands hovering over his forehead. Tickling your skin. His suit was dishevelled and his coat was long gone, his sleeves rolled up to his arms, exposing the protruding veins. You only found him more attractive, seeing the man who was always well dressed now a complete mess.

It awoke something inside you.

“If I knew you would be this endearing when I fuck you, I would've done it a long time ago, my beautiful.” He panted as his hand shifted, fingers slithering over your throat. Hannibal cut your air supply short, only for a moment before releasing you.

Then doing it again.

He found it hot how your eyes squeezed shut and your face went red when he applied pressure on your throat.

Your sweet life dangling right in the palm of his hand. He could end you with one single squeeze and as tempting as it was, he knew you were worth more.

Hannibal felt himself near and so did you, wild animals running wild in your stomach. You let out a high pitched whimper when Hannibal slipped past into your womb, feeling his bulge inside you to a new extent.

“Please.” You begged with tears sliding down your face. “Too much— can't take it. Hannibal, can't take it.”

Hannibal ran his tongue over his lips, watching you with a lascivious gaze. “Can't take it now? I don't care. You're going to take everything I give you, each little thrust inside this cunt of yours. Each drop of my cum, you will savor it.”

You wanted to cry.

But your cunt clenched around his cock upon hearing his words. Its like your body enjoyed the way it was being treated right now.

Hannibal drove himself into you like some animal, desperate to mate and you wrapped your arms tightly around him to bear yourself for the orgasm that was about to tear through you. Your whole body was convulsing and your unbearably tight cunt pushed Hannibal over the edge.

Holding you with one hand, he slammed the other down on the wall as he came inside you.

Body desperate and moans growing heavier. Hannibal appeared out of breath, his delicious tan skin glistening with sweat. You felt him shoot rope after rope of cum inside you as you also unraveled, biting down on his shoulder in an attempt to silence your loud announcement of your climax.

Hannibal stayed still, panting like some wild beast who'd ravaged you. Head hanging low on your frail shoulder, he tried to catch his breath. Your own body felt tired and drained, as you hugged him for support.

Hannibal nearly melted at that action.

He hadn't expected any sort of affection from you, especially in this state but the hug warmed his insides. He circled an arm around your waist, fixing you on the wall as his hips continued to move inside you in slow sensual thrusts.

He forced back all his sticky load inside you.

“Hannibal.” You whined, grasp tightening.

Once he was satisified, he allowed your legs to fall down as he brought you to the floor to stand properly. Your thighs quickly went limp, legs jelly and lower abdomen possessing no power to bear the strength of your upper body. Hannibal was quick to hold onto you and he chuckled, looking down at you.

“I was too hard on you, huh.” His tone was sensual, still. “You shouldn't have tempted me with that pin of yours.”

You delivered a harsh slap to his face, fixing the loose straps of your dress. Just because he'd fucked you, it didn't mean you'd forgotten all about how you actually felt about him. “Just because you fucked me doesn't mean I have forgotten how I actually feel about you.”

You collected yourself and walked away, only sparing him a glance and Hannibal’s lips tugged up into a smirk.

You were adamant.

He liked that.

[pailovesjohnprice]

Just imagine Simon playing into your breeding kink when he’s deployed . ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁˖ . ܁

You’re alone in your shared apartment down in London, it’s a rainy day and he’s been gone for about 3 weeks. You guys haven’t been able to call much, so when he texts you that he’ll call you tonight a bolt of excitement jolts through you.

“Hey dolly” his voice rings out through the phone. You squeak out a short “hi” back, he knows what you want. You want him, more specifically you want his cock.

“Look under the bed, gotta surprise for you” he tells you. You of course do as your told, grabbing the black sleek box from under the bed. “You got it?” He questions, “mhm” you say you hear a gruff snicker as he tells you to open it.

Your mouth falls open, and goes dry. In the box you see a dildo, it looks to be about 7 inches but it’s girthy like Simon’s. But what intrigues you more is the tube it has running through it leading to the head of the cock, and from the base of the cock it has a syringe.

“Si.. what is this?” You ask out of curiosity and the wetness between your thighs. “S’dildo” he says sharply. Your eyes pan back to the phone giving him a look, he would never see.

“Yes, I know that… but the tube running through it?” You ask again feeling impatient. “Ahh well that’s so you can get a proper breeding while I’m gone” hearing just the word “breeding” makes your mind come to a halt and feel fuzzy. “There should be some lube in the nightstand, should be in a white bottle” he says.

“Can I use it?” You ask, it’s a very dumb question because of course you’re going to use it. It’s a fucking sex toy, but you want his permission. You want him to guide you through using it. “Of course you can lovie” he says softly, “why don’t you grab that lube, and tell me when you’ve got it” that’s an order you think. You open up the nightstand to find the lube placed between the condoms and your other toy.

“I have it Si” you say, “good girl, now open the lube and pour it into that syringe” he can hear you shuffling to open up the lube and get the syringe open. “Not too much now” he says as you start to pour the stick white lube into the syringe.

You tell him you’re done, and that’s when you begin to strip. You can’t wait any longer, you hear his voice ring out again. “You getting naked?” He asks, you mumble out a “mhm” you peel off your underwear. Your slick is on your thighs, you rip off your bra in a hurry feeling your nipples get hard. “Si” you moan out “I’m here dolly” he groans out. “Want you to rub your clit” you do as your told and feel little bursts of waves run through your belly. “Please si want it in me” he lets out a gruff laugh, “your gonna have to be a big girl and ride it” he says in a faux sadness. You nod your head, “yes, just need it in me” you moan out still rubbing your clit. “Then start riding it love” he says

You position yourself over the dildo, seeing some of the white lube drip out of the tip. You slowly sit down onto the dildo causing you to moan loudly when it you get to the base. “Feel good love?” He asks, you moan out a response. You slowly lift yourself up and grind down onto it, it feels amazing the silicone veins touching right into your G-spot. “Oh fuuuck” you moan out, you can hear him start to stroke himself the way his breath catches in his throat and the slick sound coming from your phone turns you on more.

You start to pick up a pace, moaning and whimpering as you rub your clit harder and feel that pressure in your tummy grow. “Oh- oh si” you moan out this time he responds “don’t cum yet” he grits out. You let out a whine wanting to let go as your right on the edge. “I’ll tell you when you can cum and squirt that lube into you lovie” you realize you forgot about that syringe filled with that stick lube, you grab it in your hand as you grind on the dildo more slowly to calm yourself from letting go.

“Siiiiiii please” you moan out, you need to cum. You need to feel the dildo fill you up. You are right on the edge wanting to feel it all. “Cum for me lovie” he groans out and you let go completely. You feel your body shudder in pleasure and your walls clench violently around the dildo. “Fill yourself up with that cum” he says in the midst of your orgasm. You push the syringe down and feel the lube fill you up completely. It’s not as thick as normal cum like Simon’s but it’s more sticky and makes you shudder as you come down from your high.

“Feel good lovie” he asks, you only respond with a moan. “Get in a bath lovie, wish I was there to cuddle up with you” you know what this means, he has to go. “I love you Simon” you moan out, “i love you too birdy” he says softly before hanging up.

A/N: ok so for my first smut I think I did good 🤷‍♀️… let me know if you liked it!!

Love you all angels 💋

[pailovesjohnprice]

cw: smut, cowgirl, reader is on top, simon riley x afab reader, size kink, size difference, overstimulated reader, slight mean simon riley :((

HEADCANON: Sometimes Simon is just… too much

PAIRING: Simon Riley x afab reader

You'd barely gotten two inches in before your body decided to clench tight -- resisting, trembling, overwhelmed.

And still, you whimpered softly, lip wobbling with exertion and grit before reaching for more.

Simon cursed under his breath, fingers digging the meat of your hips, holding you in place so you wouldn't sink down on his cock further. One coarse hand spanning nearly your entire side, a stark reminder of just how big he was. How much there was left of him to take.

"Bloody fuckin’ hell," he muttered, low and wrecked. “So tight, baby.”

You nodded against his chest, dazed, desperate, trying to rock your hips to take more of him in -- but Simon stilled you with a growl.

“None of that, sweetheart.” His voice rasped near your ear, warm breath cutting through the sweat-slick heat. “You’re already struggling, and we’ve barely started.”

Your fingers curled into his shoulders, nails biting into scarred skin. He was being careful -- so fucking careful -- but your body didn’t want careful. It wanted full. You wanted him. All of him.

But he wasn’t having it.

You whimpered, clinging to his shoulders, trying to ease a little bit of the friction. Sinking down on him all of a sudden that you both gasped at overwhelming sensation. “But I— I want it all.”

“And I’ll give it to you,” he said, gaze dark, tone like gravel and stormclouds, teeth gritting at the plushy cushion of your pussy on his cock. The walls of your cunt tracing every vein of his dick with fervor. “But if you keep fucking pushing -- ”

He pulled you down another inch with a brutal grip, and your mouth fell open, a silent moan caught in your throat. Paralyzed and made cockdumb as you were speared on his cock.

“ -- you’ll tear, baby. And I’ll stop.”

“No -- please -- don’t stop,” you practically begged, nails digging into the broad plane of his chest. “Don’t -- ”

His thumb found your jaw, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. They burned through the black smear of his mask, like smoke over fire. The sight of your eyes glossed with arousal and absolutely wanton making him quirk his lip up in both amusement and smugness.

“Then behave. Let me take care of you.”

And slowly -- achingly -- he started rocking his hips, coaxing your body to yield around him inch by inch. You swore you could feel every vein, every pulse, the sheer weight of him pressing against everything inside you.

He whispered low between your breaths. Toying and encouraging. Unable to do anything but whimper and whine with every whisper or murmur of praise that slipped past his lips unto the heat of your skin. “There you go. Attagirl.”

You felt stretched, wrecked, cherished. And still, not full. Not yet.

“You think you can take me just like that?” he asked, tone somewhere between pity and pride. “Two inches in and you’re already fuckin’ trembling.”

You whimpered, forehead pressed to his neck. “Simon, please--”

“Please what?” he asked, the edge in his voice cutting and sharp.

You tried to answer but couldn’t form the words. Couldn’t decide if you were begging him to go slower, or if you were begging him to ruin you.

He slid his hand from your side to your lower belly, spreading his fingers like he could feel himself through your skin. His rough palm meeting quivering swell of your abdomen. Your taut and soft skin bulging every time he thrusted just a little bit up.

“Look at that,” he murmured, voice gone soft and tender. “You’re already stretched tight as a fuckin’ drum. Can feel me in you right there.”

He pushed just a little more in, just enough to feel your breath hitch, to hear the soft, gasping sob you tried to swallow down.

“That’s it,” he growled, dragging his mouth along the curve of your jaw. “Let me hear it. No more acting tough.”

“I -- I can take it,” you breathed, voice shaking, lips parting around a moan as your walls spasmed again. The weighty tip of his cock hitting something so deep inside of you that you swore you go cross-eyed for a second.

His grip on your hips tightened, bruising now. Possessive. Like he had to keep you still or you’d burn yourself out trying.

“If you want it all,” he said, voice low and dark and almost gentle, “you’ll take it slowly. Understood?”

You could only give the barest nod. A hiccuping sob falling out of you as you tried to respond.

“Say it,” he commanded, cock twitching inside you at the effort it took you to obey. One hand grabbing your jaw and shaking it so you could focus.

“…I’ll take it slowly,” you whispered, shame and hunger thick in your throat.

He rewarded you with another inch.

Your whole body arched, your thighs shaking, and Simon shushed you, kissed your temple like it was love -- not torment -- making you cry like this.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl.”

His free hand trailed from your jaw to the back of your neck, not harsh, but firm -- controlling -- fingers threaded into the damp hair at your nape almost like a scruff.

“You’ll get every fucking inch,” he growled, guiding your hips to roll just a little again -- smirking at you as you gasped. The muscling motion of his cock bullying its way farther, just enough for him to push deeper inside your sopping pussy to make you feel the stretch anew. Your breath caught again, your back arching like a bow.

"But you’ll earn it. Slowly. Or I’ll pull out, and we start from the beginning."

“N-no,” you gasped, the threat of losing the fullness already inside you worse than the ache it caused. Already pleading and asinine on his dick.

“That’s what I thought,” Simon breathed, and pressed a kiss just below your ear -- soft, infuriatingly sweet. A cruel contrast to the way he pushed another inch into you, letting you stretch and struggle around him, walls fluttering helplessly.

You felt everything. The burn. The pressure. The impossible fullness.

“Can’t -- can’t breathe -- ” you choked out, but your hips were still trying to sink lower, driven by instinct, by need, by the desperate ache to be his -- all the way.

“Shhh,” he soothed, hand stroking your spine now. “You’re doin’ so well, lovie. That pretty cunt’s trying so hard to take me. So fuckin’ brave.”

You whimpered again at the praise, high and needy. Your body was strung tight like wire, vibrating under the strain of want -- of pressure, of fullness, of the unfamiliar ache that bordered on unbearable. You didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure anymore. Just knew it was him. That he was inside you -- that Simon was inside you -- and there was still more to go.

Still more of Simon to take.

It felt like he’d carved out space where there had been none before, making room in your body with every slow inch -- leaving nothing untouched, nothing unloved. Every breath was a promise, every sob a silent hymn.

You clung to him like that, face buried in the curve of his throat, mouthing something like please, like more, like yes with every broken inhale. He smelled like smoke and salt and skin. Familiar. Possessive. Sanctified.

Your perfect perfect Simon

Built like something forged from war and worship. A body meant to ruin, a soul meant to cradle. The only man who could split you open so thoroughly, so devastatingly, and still hold you like you were something fragile and precious.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he murmured, voice low and delicate, thumb brushing your lower belly again -- right where the pressure was deepest. “Right fucking here. Like your body’s tryna hold me inside forever.”

You shivered in his lap, thighs trembling. Every nerve felt lit with fire. Your pussy fluttered around him again, a helpless little squeeze that made him curse under his breath.

“Christ,” he hissed, rutting just a little deeper without meaning to, and your mouth opened on a silent scream. “You feel that? That’s me. All of me.”

“Simon--” you gasped, voice high and ruined. “I--don’t stop--please, don’t stop--”

“Not gonna stop,” he growled, mouth dragging along your temple. “Not ‘til you take all of me. Every last inch. You asked for this, didn’t you?”

You nodded desperately, tears catching on your lashes--not from sorrow, but from the sheer intensity of it. The sacred ache of being filled too full, too deep, too much. The stretch that felt like breaking. The ache and spasm that felt like worship.

“I’ll split you open,” he warned, voice gone dark and low and hushed again. “But you’ll love every second of it.”

And you would.

Because there was no fear in the way he held you. No violence in the way he stayed still, let you breathe, let you tremble. Just adulation and praise. Just ruin made gentle. A slow claiming carved in sweat and softness.

You tilted your hips, desperate for more friction now, some kind of movement to ground the heat spiraling through you, but he only pulled you tighter. Anchored you.

"Not yet," he murmured. “Not ‘til you stop shaking.”

“I’ll never stop,” you whispered, voice splintered but honest, “not if you’re still inside me.”

He exhaled a quiet, broken laugh. Pressed his mouth to your temple like a man sealing something sacred.

“Then I guess I’ll never leave.”

And when he finally moved -- when his hips rolled up and your bodies met with that wet, aching slide -- it wasn’t just fucking.

So fucking good. So good but so so full and paralyzing.

But....

.... you let it happen. Let yourself be undone beneath him. Shattered. Remade.

Because if Simon Riley was going to break you, it was only so he could stay inside every part of you that split.

Forever.

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"hello?" hannibals accent sounded thicker on the phone, the screen blinking his phone number as your hands rubbed at the erection outlining your shorts. you hadn't spoken just yet, just a few quick breaths and whimpers that made him hyper aware. "hello?" he said again, his tone different. "h–hello..mh.." your voice shook as you slipped the confining cloth down your thighs, bunching them up.

"darling, i trust you called me for something important?" your fingers twitched along your length, your chest feeling heavy and your stomach warm and tight. "need you.." "need me for what, must i come over?" cheeky bastard. he knew what you needed him for, he just pretended not to know to tease you— as forward as he usually was.

your fingers spread the slick pre-cum along your shaft, lubricant making your pumping fist slide easier and the noises audible through the phone. "my love," you flinched, heartbeat going faster and faster. you could hear him groan softly, hear the click of his belt starting to unbuckle. "hannibal..i can't stop thinking about—" you'd gasp, feeling a shot of cum squirt from the slit of your tip.

"you've cum so quickly," he took a deep breath. "though we are not finished. what were you thinking about, hm?" you shook your head, whimpering a little 'no' as if you didn't want to tell him. hannibal 'tskd' feigning disappointment. "stop for a moment." you didn't have to stop, he wasn't the boss of you. but you did stop, your finger sliding from your sticky length and going limp against the sheets.

"you may continue once you are honest on what you're thinking about." it was embarrassing how he could do this to you through a damn phone. "i was..thinking about.." "speak up, darling." your fingers gripped the sheets.

"i was thinking about you..your hands— your voice and.." your breath seemed to stop, eyes fluttering shut. "i wanted you touching me, talking to me like i was something special," the humiliation you felt seemed to make you leak more. "i wanted your lips all over my body- oh god, please hannibal.."

you heard him moan quietly, fueling your libido as your hips wiggled and humped at your mattress. "go on, let me hear you."

[pailovesjohnprice]

cw: mean price :((, smut, p in v, teasing price, cowgirl, reader is on top, price x afab reader, slightly inexperienced reader

HEADCANON: You thought taking control would be a good switch for once. Price seeing you do — his sweet sweet wife — try to take the reins for once, is amused, but doesn’t disagree.

PAIRING: John Price x afab reader

It started slow -- like everything did with him.

Your thighs trembled where they straddled his hips, knees digging into the mattress on either side of his strong frame. He lay back against the headboard, hands steady on your waist, thumbs tracing soft, encouraging circles into your skin.

You were already whimpering, overwhelmed by the fullness -- by the burn that came with trying to take him in inch by inch, your pussy fluttering helplessly around him. Around this. Around your John.

“Easy,” Price rasped, voice warm and rough, like gravel smoothed down by patience. “You’ve got me, love. Just like that.”

You rocked your hips again, a shallow little roll, and your head fell back as a gasp slipped from your lips. Everything felt molten. Tight.

Too much and still not enough.

His cock dragged against places you didn’t even know could feel that good. Veins and girthy weight filling you so much.

“Good girl,” he breathed, groaning low as he made you sink a bit deeper unto him. “So fuckin’ sweet when you take your time.”

You whimpered again, your hands planted shakily against his chest. He was so so big -- every part of him.

Hard muscle, warm skin, the comforting weight of his presence under you. Your nails dug in slightly, and he chuckled -- low, fond, filthy.

“You ridin’ me for the first time and still bein’ so polite about it,” he teased, thumbing at your hip as you tried again, lifting up and easing back down with a wet, desperate sound. “Fuck, look at you. So polite when you’re bouncin’ on my cock.”

“John,” you gasped, body trembling, tears clinging to your lashes already. “Feels so good -- don’t wanna mess up -- ”

“You won’t,” he murmured, cooing and shushing you as he sat up slightly to kiss the corner of your mouth, his beard scraping your skin just right. “You won’t, sweetheart. Just move how you need. I’ll help you.”

His hands gripped your hips and rolled them in a slow, grinding circle. Your breath hitched. Your body clenched. The pleasure bloomed so sharply it almost stung.

“That’s it,” he whispered against your jaw. “There it is. There you go. Look at you.”

You moved again -- shy, unsteady, slowly trying to follow the pace he had set -- but this time you tried to chase it. That flutter, that pulse, that perfect ache where he filled you the deepest.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned, watching you with something close to awe. “You’re squeezin’ me so good, love. Sweet cunt’s all mine.”

Your moans got louder. Your rhythm a little messier. And Price?

He looked like a man absolutely wrecked by it. His eyes dark, lips parted, hands gripping tighter every time you slid down onto the base of his cock. The fat of your ass meeting the coarse muscle of his thighs every time you rode him just a little faster and more desperate. Panting with all the fervor you can muster at the tender and delicious ache that only John’s cock did whenever he bullied in between the gooey cushions of your pussy.

“That’s it, ride me, baby,” he groaned, jaw clenched, voice beginning to fray at the edges as he watched you. Eyes half lidded and a slight quirk of his lip at the sight of you all cock-dumb and desperate. “Just like that. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded quickly, desperately, gasping for air like each thrust was a wave crashing over you. Your legs were beginning to tremble harder, the rhythm faltering with every slick, wet sound of you fucking yourself down onto him. The filthy squelch of your pussy almost making you go cross-eyed.

But he was patient.

So fucking patient and still letting you lead, even as you fell apart inch by every impaling inch.

“I-I can’t -- my legs -- ” you whimpered, thighs quivering under the strain, movements starting to slow into stuttering little jerks.

“Yes, you can,” he murmured, but there was no cruelty in it. Just heat and praise. A challenge softened by fondness. “You’re doin’ so well, sweet girl. So fuckin’ good for me.”, he added. The rough tips of his fingers tracing the outline of your back to the slight swell of your hips all delicate and tender. Careful yet toying.

You choked on a sob as you tried again. One more bounce, one more slide down that thick, veiny cock that filled you to the brim, and nearly collapsed forward.

That’s when his hands moved.

Big, warm palms slid from your hips now to your ass, and then lifted, tilting your weight back until his cock hit deeper. Too deep that you could do nothing but cry out. Stars blooming behind your eyes as you felt him spear something so tender inside you that you could do nothing but squeak in both surprise and pressure.

“Oh -- John --!”

“There we go,” he growled, sitting up now, chest pressed against yours, your body folded against his. “You wanna take it all? Let me help, love. Let me take care of you.”

And then he thrusted again. Just once though. His hips lifting up to meet yours with filthy, wet force. Allowing your body to do nothing but shudder like it couldn’t decide whether to scream or sing. The sound you made was cracked and helpless, your hands clawing at his shoulders as you felt the cushiony walls of your cunt flutter near the base of his cock. Nearing balls-deep, you hoped.

“That’s it,” he muttered into your ear. “You feel that, don’t you? Deep as it gets. Deep as it fucking gets.”

You were crying now -- not from pain, not even from being overwhelmed. But from the way he handled you, the way he split you open with care and filth both, like your pleasure was something holy to him. Something he’d sacrifice everything to protect.

“Gonna cum, baby?” he asked, one hand cupping the back of your head now, cradling you close like something precious even while he fucked up into you slow and deep.

You sobbed out a nod, thighs twitching. Eyes rimming red at the charged and sublime sensation of bouncing mindlessly on John. Wanton and cock-dumb as you sunk deeper and tilted upwards again and again.

Nothing left of you but the soft, obedient curve of your body, tilting upward repeatedly to take more of him. To chase that edge he gave you so freely -- so thoroughly.

“Let go for me, love. Come on. Be my good girl -- come on my cock. Just like that. Just like this.”

He rolled his hips as he mouths a soft hiss into the curve of your neck after feeling you clench on his cock — making him grind deeper in that spot so perfectly, so deliberately -- that you couldn't help but shatter. Body locking up, mouth open in a silent scream. Throat going hoarse and breath shaky as you came around him with wave after wave of trembling release.

And you watched as your John -- your sweet sweet John -- held you through all of it.

Arms steady, heart thundering against yours, voice low and soft in your ear. Anchoring you to the earth while you fell apart.

All saturnine and ambrosial.

But still here. Always here.

In John's arms and nowhere else.

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control pt ii | simon "ghost" riley

cw. pet play, age gap, needy! reader, teasing, dumbification, established relationship

synopsis. you remind simon a lot of an untamed puppy in need of self-control

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this is a continuation. pt i will be linked here!

the second you finish gulping down his cum, you leap back into his lap, eager to be rewarded for your hard work. you wriggle in place eagerly, dragging your soaked pussy over his now half hard cock that's glistening and oversensitive. you don't even care how you just had an orgasm and that you're sensitive, you want him inside now.

"si- please fuck me, please," you beg, voice cracking. "i was so good! didn't you see? i earned it!"

he sighs at your constant yipping at him and his hands land on your waist, not to pull you down but to hold you off. you freeze, big, glassy eyes blinking dumbly at him. you try to roll your hips, but he holds you so tightly that you can't. you're immediately upset, and that sentiment grows tenfold when he lifts you up off him to tuck his cock back into his pants, zipping them up and looking over to see your distraught little face.

"what?" you stammer, trying to reach for his belt again. "no, no, no! what're you doing?"

"oh, you want more cock?" he drawls, leaning back casually on the couch. "now that you've had a taste?"

"i was good!" you repeat, face scrunched, clawing at his thick thighs. "i drank it! i showed you-"

"you were sloppy," he says calmly. "and outta control. not the good pup i trained you to be."

you whine, attempting to grind down on him again, but he blocks your hips with both hands once more, squeezing firmly.  "no more rutting. my cock's away now, pup. y'missed your window."

you whine, lips curled in a pout. he swears if you had puppy ears, they'd be pinned back in agitation. your tail would be limp at your side.

simon laughs at you, tilting his head. "poor little pup. all that effort, and still no cock in ya." he grins, getting a sick pleasure out of your agony. "maybe if you beg some more i'll let you rub your sloppy pussy on one of y'pillows."

you whine, not able to handle the teasing right now. you're having a full meltdown, cheeks wet, thighs sticky, but you don't care. you just want cock.  "simon please, you said, you said i could have it! why're you lying to me?"

"you're so fucking spoiled," he mutters. "it's pathetic." he reaches up to grip the nape of his neck and makes you look at him. "do you even know what you're saying? you're begging for cock like it's oxygen. like your little cunt can't go a single day without getting stuffed full."

without waiting for you to respond, he reaches one hand down to press his hand into the mess between your thighs. you squeal, hips jolting up like you've been electrocuted, grinding down immediately on his palm. he slips two fingers into your panties. "damn," he mutters. "you are soaked."

simon leans in closer to you, lips nudging yours but not applying pressure. he swallows up your moans when he curls his fingers inside you, just resting inside so you can take the stretch of his thick digits. when you do, he rewards you with a soft, mocking kiss to the corner of your lips, not a long, deep one like you want. "you're just so stupid, puppy." he whispers, "so fucking dumb for my prick, y'can't even think straight."

he pumps his fingers in you, curling and twisting and burrowing them inside your sensitive pussy knuckle deep, then pulling out just to the tips of his fingers and uses them to push down on your gummy walls.

"oh fuck, simon-" you keen, thrashing as he begins to lay you on the couch, flipping you onto your tummy, purposefully forbidding you from looking at him, he scissors his fingers inside you from behind while your face is stuffed into the cushions, hips twitching and moans leaving your mouth. then suddenly he tugs his fingers out of you just as you feel yourself getting close to cumming again. "no!"

you're about to complain some more, loudly and with lots of whining, until he mutters, "easy, pup. 'm givin' ya your treat." then unzips his jeans and shuffles them down once more, pushing his boxers down along with them so his fat cock bobs up and slaps his tummy.

again, his cock is fat and swollen up from arousal, even though he came just a few minutes ago. you lift your ass in the air, presenting for him like a good puppy. you're shameless, excited to feel the delicious stretch of his tip notching into your hole, pushing past your plush walls and filling you to the hilt, but instead... all he does is slap it against your cunt.

you jolt out of shock, clit pulsing from the contact. your slick coats the head of his cock after it hit your dripping folds. you lean back, trying to chase his dick and get him to put it in you, but his hand presses you against the couch, stern and unforgiving.

"down." he orders firmly.

he drags the head of his cock along your slit again, slow, lazy. you gasp, thighs trying to close around him, but he knocks them apart and slaps his tip against you again.

you yelp, body jumping forward as again, you weren't anticipating the move. "please," you gasp. "please, just put it in, si" you sob, tears coming down hot and wet down the sides of your face. your whole body's heaving, hands clenching around nothing while your hips rut uselessly, trying to find his.

his cock rests against your cunt, not inside, but pressed flat between your asscheeks and against your holes, heavy and hot. he rocks the heavy shaft up and down, thrusts shallow and slow. he's using you, grinding against your soaked, swollen cunt like he's warming up. dragging the head over your clit and back down to your folds, slapping the head against them and listening to the nasty squelching sounds they make.

"simon! please," you moan loudly. "i can't do this anymore, put it in-"

"quiet," he responds, still dragging it back and forth, head catching on your entrance and then slipping back up, never going in fully.  " 'm givin' ya what you asked for, pup." he pushes just the tip in just enough for you to feel it breach, stretch... and then pulls it right back out.

you're sobbing loudly at this point, while he's painfully nonchalant, voice reduced to heavy puffs of air leaving his lips, or soft whispers of  "mm...fuck" and "shit... so tight,"

he tilts his head, admiring your teary, red cheeks. he way you're begging with snot leaking from your nose and your face blotchy with tears. then, finally, he pushes the head of his cock to your soaked, swollen entrance, the heat of his throbbing cock making your cunt drool. slowly, he presses inside, stretching you open steadily, and to your relief, he doesn't stop at the tip.

your whole body arches, hands squeezing into fists as he slides in inch by inch. his cock is so thick that your walls stretch to take him in and flutter around his girth. when he's just barely halfway in, you mewl, scrambling up onto your hands and knees before he can push you down, and you flip onto your back.

your thighs snap shut behind him like a trap, ankles hooking at the small of his back, heels digging in so he can't pull away, so he can't tease you anymore. he'd slipped out a little during your flip, but you'd ensure to grab his length and put him back inside you, moaning loudly. "oh simon!"

simon pauses and looks down at you, panting and groaning at the new angle and the way he can now see your face in all it's entirety. "haa fuckin' hell, you are done bein' teased, huh?" he grins, leaning over you, planting a hand by your head. "little pup finally grew a spine."

you nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. "stay, simon. stay, stay, stay-"

he leans down closer to you. "alright, alright," he says, giving you a peck on the lips. "silly lil' mutt." and then he pushes all the way in all at once.

your mouth drops open and your whole body seizes. the moment he bottoms out and his thick cock finally fills you, hitting that deep spot and stretches you completely open, you gush around him. with no warning, you release on his cock just from him filling you all the way. the teasing must've triggered the hell out of you. you sob, pussy squeezing around him in tight pulses. you swear your vision goes sparkly for a second.

"oh, fuck me." simon groans, feeling you clamp down on his cock and squeeze your plush walls around him. "you just came? from that?"

you nod. you're drooling a little, still super floaty from cumming for the second time already and creating a wet mess between the two of you where his cock enters you. you've soaked his pelvis with your juices. "it's your cock," you whisper,  "i needed it so bad, simon, i told you i needed it."

he pants, hips grinding deeper as he grinds his tip into your gummy insides. "bloody hell, puppy." he tuts. "one stroke and you lose your fuckin' mind."

even as you're shaking and crying from how hard you just came, you're still clinging to him, nails dragging down his back. your body won't stop trembling and curling in on itself like you're trying to escape but there's nowhere to go. you're too full.

simon's fucking you so slow with cruel, lazy thrusts. he drags his cock out of you achingly deep and slow. then, he presses back inside just as slow, letting you feel every ridge, vein, and thick inch of him all over again. "simon!" you gasp, voice cracking, pitifully. "i can't, i can't, it's too much,"

he braces one arm beside your head and reaches out to grab your thigh with his other hand, spreading you open further and pushing your knee up to your chest, fingers bruising into your skin where he holds you wide for him. "you're takin' it jus' fine. look at you, y' pussy's fuckin' gripping me."

you clench around him each time he pulls back and then slide his cock back inside. every time he sinks inside you to the hilt, you cry out, lips parting with messy, high pitched moans leaving your mouth. simon reckons you sound like you're in a porn video.

every slow thrust hits deep inside you, messy cunt stretched wide around him, walls swollen and slick, the squelch of each slow thrust. if you had the brainpower to feel embarrassed right now, you'd feel a little shy at the way he's cooing down at you and mimicking your mewls, or the sound of his cock shoving into your soaked hole. but you don't have any intelligence left at this point, too focused on the relief of finally having him inside, while also wanting him to go harder and faster.

"si, I feel full," you babble, "can't…can't take it but- mmh! i need it, i need more, please, simon, i want more!"

he snorts and fucks into you with a particularly rough stroke that lands his tip right against your cervix, tip kissing the deepest part inside you. "which -haa, fuuuck- do you want, pup? more or less? do you even know what you're asking for?"

"i dunno," you slur, reaching for his face. "please don't stop!"

he huffs a laugh, nuzzling his nose against your jaw. his lips move over to your ear, and he whispers to you. "be my good little pup and lay there and take your cock."

you whine, nodding, babbling again. "i love it! i love your cock, i love it, i love it, i love you!"

"fuck, i love y'too, dumb girl. " he groans, hand sliding under your ass to hoist you up. and fuck into you from a new angle. you squeal and flail a little, but he doesn't let up or let you hide, even with how sensitive you are. your thighs are still shaking and your cunt is sore and messy from coming already. despite that, your hips are still twitching, rolling up to meet every one of his deep, pounding thrusts.

he lets out loud, breathy groans. both his huge hands bracket your hips, gripping hard, slamming into you. he grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head in one hand, holding you down completely. with the other, he reaches between your bodies and presses his palm flat on your belly right where he's deepest, right where you can feel the outline of him inside you.

you scream.

"look at that," he grits. "see how deep i am? feel that?" he fucks into you so hard and fast that your whole body rocks beneath him. the only thing keeping you coherent is the stretch of his cock, the weight of him holding you down and the deep, brutal pace he's set. "you're mine."

you make a weepy moan at the thick drag of his cock inside you, stretching you open, beating your poor cunt into submission. "gonna fuckin'- fuck, pup, i'm gonna cum," he grits out, sweat dripping off his brow down to your cheek.

"inside," you plead. "please! inside me, please fill me up, si!"

he slams into you deeper than you thought possible, your whole body curling into itself as he cums hard. thick seed coming flooding your womb in a ridiculously copious amount. your hands scrabble weakly against his chest, your cunt squeezing around him like you're trying to milk him dry.

he keeps going even as he comes. he stays buried in you, locked tight, grinding deep into you to make sure none of it escapes. he wants every last drop to flood your womb. he only pulls out once he's sure it'll take, then he pulls out.

you sob at the loss, twitching when his cock slips from your stretched, messy hole, leaving you gaping and dripping and ruined. his cum follows, thick and warm and so much of it, spilling out of you in a hot, sticky stream that coats your thighs and the couch cushions below you. as if he didn't make a filthy mess of you, he scoops you up for a bath, pecking your forehead. "such a good puppy."

[pailovesjohnprice]

Caged Songbird

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x fem!reader

Details: smut, (reader mid to late 20s), psychiatrist patient relationship, praising, dirty talk, light asphyxiation, mentions of gore, inappropriate use of the violin's bow, clothed sex

Insight: You have been seeing Dr. Lecter for the past couple of months, finding his process to be very sufficient. You are a talented violinist, causing Hannibal to be very intrigued by you. He asks for you to play him a song during one of your visits, and things take a dark interesting turn.

Your slender fingers grasp the violin's bow in an elegant manner, not only years of practice under your belt but of pure artistry. It has always called to you naturally, like a bird drawn to a soft melody. You can feel those golden eyes burn into your frame as you continue your serenade, your body moving with the vibrating cords in a trance-like state. Your psychiatrist, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, suggested you share your passion with him to get a better feeling of you. And perhaps, to share a common interest.

It was no secret that Hannibal dabbled in the arts of the world, his evidence littered everywhere in the dark lit room of his office. Multiple sketches of architecture and the human body covered his polished wooden desk, various books on the subject placed here and there. When you mentioned you played the violin, his eyes twinkled with intrigue, and so your conversation from your past experiences extinguished like a flame.

" Why don't you bring your violin to our session for next time? Such talent cannot go to waste. "

Your heart fluttered in your chest from his proposal, a finger lifting to push a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

" It would be a pleasure, Dr. Lecter. "

There was no denying you were feeling adoration for this man, in fact it has been brewing since the first couple of visits you have seen him. There was something intoxicating about Hannibal, as if he were wearing a porcelain mask of demure that was waiting to be cracked.

And, you felt safe with him.

Oh poor naive girl.

As you continue to play your instrument, Hannibal's eyes trailed to the movement of your wrist with the violin's bow. So sharp, composed, and in control. Oh how he longed to snatch that away from you.

You were in the wolf's den now, though you were unaware of your fate just yet. He began to imagine how your body would look sprawled and open, your veins the same manner of your violin, and how he would play with you like how a true violinist should. You would be a masterpiece. But alas, he could never commit to such a devious thing. He wanted to keep you locked in a cage, like a songbird.

He sighed in content while sipping on his wine, head lolling back to bask in the sound of your enchantment. A soft purr escaped his lips, but was muted by your composing, his darkening eyes bringing to your attention once again as you finish the last piece of the tune.

" Absolutely exquisite, mon amour. "

Your cheeks blush brightly from the pet name, head bowing down as if you had just performed in front of an entire audience in thanks.

" You truly think so, Dr. Lecter? I -... It's been a while since I have practiced. "

It was as if your words had struck a cord in him, his pupils dilating while bringing a hand outward in your direction. He was beckoning you towards him, the lamb trotting into the slaughter.

" Come here .. "

It was such a soft command, but held so much weight in desire. In your heart you knew this was wrong, a psychiatrist should not have relations like this with a patient. Let alone, one so tender as yourself. But all rational thinking went out the window and flew into the wind, your body moving towards him with curiosity. You grasped your violin to your small chest in comfort, doe eyes glancing towards his predator ones in anticipation.

" When I watch you, do you know what I see? "

You shake your head lightly, pearl teeth moving to bite upon your plush bottom lip.

" I see the gentleness of your wrist moving elegantly in stride with your bow, a commander of a ship in a coming storm. " He lifts a hand to grasp upon your wrist then, a calloused thumb brushing tenderly on your bone under the flesh there.

" You have the ultimate control, the violin being your canvas, your hand the brush. "

You could barely breathe as he leans inward to whisper hotly into your ear, as if there were spying meddlers listening in.

" But little dove, I would like to be the one in control now. "

He could hear your heart beating wildly against your chest, lips moving to ghost along the shell of your ear as he closed his eyes wantonly. Hannibal had snared you in his trap, catching you off guard as you breathe heavily past parted lips. You were not able to escape now, a bird flapping wildly in her gilded cage. But....deep in your heart, you didn't want to.

You wanted to be plucked, bit by bit.

Hannibal pulls back to look into your eyes for confirmation, the back of his hand lifting to trail along your jawline affectionately. You tilt against his hand with fluttering lashes, your eyes lifting to directly stare into the depths of hell itself.

" .... Yes.. "

That was all that was needed, his soft lips colliding into yours in a hungry groan. His once professional composure now melting against your mouth, hands cupping your face as he dives into your wanton crevice with his skilled tongue. You whimper from the sudden intrusion, brows knitting together while lifting your free hand to tangle through his well kept locks. They start to lose their form, falling now freely across his closed eyes as he devours you with starvation for innocence. Hannibal pulls back to breathe against your lips for a split second, not wasting any time to move against your jugular with hot kisses.

" D-...Dr...Lecter... " You moan so sweetly, his hand wrapping around your throat in a sign of control. Not tightly, but firm enough to have you swallow thickly against his palm with glossy eyes.

" Hannibal ... " He commands you say his name, for the gates have been flooded open to let yourself go into him. You needed to be guided, your head nodding obediently with a hot moan.

" -.... Hannibal, please ... " What you were begging for, you could not tell. Anything, everything that belonged to him you supposed. His intoxicating lips formed into a devilish grin, those teeth like fangs of a snake about to indulge in his feast.

His hands removed from your flushed face, lifting your small form to sit upon his desk gently with your back against it's surface. You could hear the crumple of paper beneath you, legs naturally spreading while you clung onto your violin for dear life. He took notice of this, chuckling darkly before removing the instrument from your grasp.

" I wish to see you, all of you... "

You felt bare as soon as the instrument was taken away from you, hands moving to fold across your chest shyly. How achingly sweet you looked to him, his smile never faltering as he moved your hands away as well.

" You have nothing to be shy of, little dove... "

Firm but tender hands began to knead your clothed breasts in circular motions, your back arching with a soft gasp from the sensitivity. It has been a while since anyone has touched you here, but you did not think you could feel this much desire for somebody. You didn't want him to let go, your own hand reaching to grasp his wrist tightly. His disheveled hair falls across his face as he looks downward at your body in awe, fingers moving to quickly unbutton the front of your white summer dress.

Yes, white.. the color of innocence in a dark chamber. You were the last light to be flushed out.

You swear you could hear a slight gasp escape his lips as he unveils your tender bust, nipples already hardened as stone from his actions.

" So beautiful... " He moans heatedly, leaning forward to wrap his lips around a peaked nub. You gasp loudly before bringing a hand to place on the back of his head lovingly, arching into his mouth with earnest. He feels so divine, so warm against your reactive skin that you could shiver in delight. Hannibal groans against your flesh, tongue circling in swift motions before suckling firmly. You can tell he's getting heated as well, his arms moving to shuffle out of his elegant suit coat. It pools around him on the floor with a silk thud, his fingers rolling up his black button-up shirt while continuing to assault your breast.

" Please .... I.. - " You cannot form what you truly want to express, his mouth retracting with a lewd pop before bringing his dark eyes to yours.

" Tell me, mon amour... What do you want? "

Your foot reaches downward to brush along his tented groin with a gasp, the action being your answer to his desired question. How much he wants to rut against it, to spend his seed and stain those trousers but no... he would not let it release this easily. His hand moves to wrap around your throat tightly, lips ghosting along yours while breathing heavily against you.

" Use your words... What do you want? Do you want my cock, little dove? "

You swallow thickly against him while gasping for air, tears beginning to drip in the corner of your lust glossed eyes.

" I -... I want your cock, Hannibal... Please.. "

Oh how adorable you looked underneath him, so wanton and so willing to succumb to his pleasure. The sound of you saying such a lewd word from your innocent mouth made his skin crawl, his fingers loosening around your throat with a satisfied purr.

" Good girl... "

Hannibal pulls away to start unbuckling his trousers, the lack of his warmth causing you to whine a bit in frustration. He takes note of this with a raised brow and a deep chuckle, the sound of metal hitting the floor making your stomach flutter in anticipation. His trousers soon pool around his ankles, followed by his black boxer briefs to expose his hardened steel of flesh between his hand. He was large, thick with a slight curve and you could feel yourself salivating for it's taste.

" Let me taste... " You mumble in a haze of lust, your body lifting into a sitting position on the desk while fumbling forward. His other hand reaches up to guide the back of your head towards his throbbing member, a thumb moving to pull gently downward on your bottom lip.

" Open up, little dove... " Your mouth opens on his command, tongue darting out in readiness as his tip grazes along the hot wet flesh. He groans loudly with a tilt of his head, his other hand guiding his length to push past your swollen kissed lips.

" That's it.. take my cock ... "

You can feel your lips stretching around his flesh almost uncomfortably, brows knitting in concentration as you reach upward to hold onto his thighs for support. He has your hair in a vice grip with a twist of his wrist, your eyes flashing upward to gaze into his blown out pupils lovingly.

" Such a good girl, so open for me... "

He can't hold back another moan as it slides in deeper, your tongue resting against it's base while hollowing your cheeks in a suctioning motion. You are not unfamiliar with the act of sex, having had partners in the past for experience. But with him, you feel like a virgin, eager to please but fearful of his masculine nature. Though, you feel so good around his cock, like it was meant just for you, his thrusting beginning to quicken while he tightens his hold on your hair.

" Hollow your cheeks more - ... yes, like that ... fuck ... "

It was bizarre to hear such a word release from his usual professional demeanor, but it caused your heart to jump in excitement, your head bobbing in a faster pace while moaning around his thick wet member. You can feel he is losing more control, thighs trembling under your fingers, his chest rising and falling in a fast pace rhythm. Before you can even make another twist of your head, he removes you with a loud pop and a breathless sigh. Your lips are glistening from the act, spit trailing down your chin as he watches it fall onto the tip of your breast.

" Lay down.. "

Such a command was filled with deep desire, his voice slightly cracked as he pulls your waist towards his standing figure. You gasp in surprise from this action, head lifting to watch him fall downward between your open legs. Your stomach flips in anticipation as his hands part your thighs wider, hot breath tickling your soaked panties against your wanting cunt.

" Hannibal - .. " You arch your back to press against his ghosting mouth eagerly, his lips smiling against you before giving a wet open mouth kiss against the fabric. He's suckling enough to bring both your hidden flesh and the cotton in his mouth hotly, your core fluttering against him with a flaming ache. Small babbles escaping you as you hold onto his hair for dear life.

A finger moves the drenched fabric to the side to expose your eager folds, tongue lapping hungrily with a satisfied moan. It vibrates against you, nails digging harder into his scalp as you begin to pant like a bitch in heat. He's praising you while suckling and flicking his tongue, telling you how good of a girl you are for taking his mouth so desperately. You don't even register the first finger entering your hot core, sucking him in like a vacuum of lust. But he continues to thrust while caressing his tongue, adding another finger to the fray to find that sweet bundle of nerves hidden inside you.

You begin to see stars, your body contorting and shaking underneath him as you begin to feel your peak.

But no, he removes his fingers before you can finish your pleasure, a harsh whine escaping you. Something foreign is probing your entrance, something...cold, yet hard and firm. It almost feels familiar, your eyes looking downward with a confused glance.

Oh -... that's..

He's sliding your violin stick into your opening hole, a startled gasp emitting from you as you hold onto the desk with white knuckles. Hannibal pushes it in slowly, torturously, taking note of every facial expression you make before stopping to not go too far in.

" Good girl....that's it... " He praises softly, leaning up to kiss your temple in a false loving manner before beginning to thrust in and out. He's playing you, as if YOU were the violin you just played for him. It causes you to pant against his arm, his other hand moving downward to quickly rub against your swollen clit in rhythm. The stimulation and the thought is all too much, your body moving in time while strands of your hair stick to your forehead with sweat.

" I'm -... Hannibal ... "

He looks down at you with parted lips from his own arousal seeing you in such a debauched state, the violin stick thrusting in and out of you in a faster pace.

" Come for me.. Come ... "

It was all it took before you spasm with a sharp yell of ecstasy, your cunt clenching the stick and drenching it with your fluids. You're a sobbing mess, body trembling from the high as he removes the object in one swift motion. He cannot take it anymore, his lust on full over drive as he quickly positions his cock against your abused entrance.

With one fast thrust, he's inside you, stretching you to the fullest capacity. A strangled cry sounds from you, his fingers lifting one of your legs to drive deeper as he begins his assailant.

" Fuck - ... Still so tight, little dove... "

He's watching you with furrowed brows in concentration, your lashes wet from your sobs as you reached behind you to grab onto the desk's edge for support. The wood beneath you is creaking with each thrust, his own grunts following after which fill your ears with desire. Your eyes lock as he thrusts faster, faster, until you can feel your lithe body almost fall off the surface.

Hannibal is getting close, his fingers tightening on your thighs, creating crescent moons in it's wake from his blunt nails. Your toes are curling, hair cascading around you as you moan wantonly with each thrust. Seeing your heaving exposed chest with your dress still fastened on you made him lose his composure, a loud shout escaping from him as he made one final thrust into your core. You felt a heat radiate from within, a slight whimper escaping him as he leaned forward to breathe heavily from exhaustion.

You did not know this yet, or perhaps you did, but there was denial still creeping in the back of your head.

The free bird you once were, is now captured under the monster's grasp.

You were his... and his alone.

[pailovesjohnprice]

hannigram drabble // nsfw

been thinking about Hannibal being so overwhelmed with excitement during their first time that it scares Will. had to blab about it

Will is so soft during their first kiss thinking they’re about to make love. But the second Hannibal realizes he’s being led towards the bedroom, he turns completely feral. Everything Will tries in order to calm Hannibal down only turns him on more.

Hannibal’s breathless moans sound more like maniacal laughter to Will the closer they get to bed. A triumphant Hannibal lands on him with his full weight—groping at him, bringing their clothed bulges together sooner and rougher than Will intended for their first time. In between tasting every inch of skin he can reach, Hannibal mutters to himself about Will being, “Mine. Finally mine.”

If Will tries to slow him down, Hannibal growls and opens his mouth wider, grinds into him harder. He barks out commands, though Will isn’t sure if that’s because he’s actually the one in charge or if he’s just a brat. “Give it to me, it’s mine,” and, “Stay there for me Will, I need to feel you.”

Will tries to appease him, but each time he pets Hannibal back he’s met with the most pitiful, slutty whining he’s ever heard and the threat of “S-stop, I’m going to cum.” It’s several moments—and several painful hickies—later before the courage builds in Will to roll Hannibal over. The older struggles at first, then greedily melts into the mattress with his legs and arms spread.

He continues with his demands. “Take my shirt off. Take your shirt off.”

It’s difficult for Will to do, what with Hannibal’s mouth resuming its exploration of body being slowly exposed. But eventually the clothing is discarded and Hannibal is pulling him into a kiss with a strength that nearly sends Will into fight or flight. He finally gathers enough senses to speak besides moaning the poor thing’s name. “Hannibal, you need to slow down,” his voice deeper, threatening. He presses a hand to Hannibal’s throat as he leans down to kiss his forehead. “Relax,” Will whispers.

The man beneath him is only somewhat obedient, all whining and wiggling against Will’s lips trailing further down his face, his neck, his chest.

It’s when Will makes it to a particular spot on his stomach that Hannibal had not had the pleasure of tasting yet on Will that his crying finally breaks. It wasn’t fair that Will got to have that part of the body first.

So he flips them back over and pins him by straddling his legs. His hands force Will to lie back so his tongue can drool all over that same spot. Will does attempt to sit up, argue with him. Hannibal just makes direct eye contact and sinks his teeth in. Will’s gasp turns into a moan, collapsing back onto the bed. When Hannibal doesn’t pull away when expected to, Will tugs his hair. Hannibal’s bite grows deeper, more territorial. Blood spills out, but his lips are already wrapped around the wound to suck.

“What is wrong with you,” Will rasps to the ceiling, feeling his belt being violently jerked open. It isn’t until Hannibal releases that he’s able to process the pain, gasping repeatedly.

“Such pathetic noises,” Hannibal’s mockery shocks him out of his burning. “And yet…” Teasing lips press into him through his boxers, then the whole side of Hannibal’s face. Will isn’t sure what he means until they both feel the next rhythmic throb of his cock. Will whimpers and Hannibal gives a pleased hum.

Will is dead weight while Hannibal finishes pulling his pants down, helping him out of his shoes and socks. It’s done with such force that the younger man only notices his boxers had gone with them when Hannibal’s tongue laps at his tip. Will’s sounds are choked off as he struggles to resettle on the bed. Hannibal can’t even use his hands to properly crawl back up or hold Will’s swinging cock still. He just collapses, already sucking down the taste of precum.

The only thing Will can feel besides the warm, wet suction is the bed rocking with the movements of Hannibal’s hips. He grinds, still dressed in his nice slacks, wantonly into the mattress.

Will does his best to warn him that they both will not make it long if he doesn’t let up, but Hannibal might as well be drugged. His tasting grows more desperate by the second, unable to choose between deep-throating the thick length or licking down to his balls. When he manages to pull away between kisses, he rambles about how big it is. “Please, you’re so delicious, Will.”

And how can Will argue with that, or the teeth that scrape against him each time he pulls Hannibal’s hair for sucking too hard?

Eventually, Hannibal’s attention draws further south, and he’s squeezing Will’s thighs open aggressively so he can slobber more on his balls. He fails to fit them both in his mouth, but gives it several attempts anyways. “Han—they’re full for ya, you can’t—you can’t do that or I’m gonna…” Will’s panting picks up quicker than he’d been anticipating.

Hannibal only growls in warning and sucks harder, moves lower. That heat on the soft skin just below where his seam ends sends Will reeling. Each tiny little kitten lick going lower threatens to drive him mad. “You can’t… you can’t…,” but Will can’t even speak.

“I can and I will,” Hannibal whines and readjusts his hips so his own aching cock can hump more freely. He uses the momentum to jerk Will’s hips ups, legs spread. Hannibal leaks in his pants at the sight of Will’s cheeks parting enough to expose his hole.

Will doesn’t have enough time to gasp before Hannibal’s tongue returns to the same spot it left off, this time wetter and greedier. It stretches towards Will’s ring. Will throbs wildly, moaning at the knowledge that Hannibal could feel it full well. His ringing ears barely hear the praise for his taste amidst the pointed tongue running laps around the edge of his hole.

Hannibal’s thrusts against the mattress falter. The scent in his nose is more divine than he had imagined it to be. The taste has his balls drawing up tight. He seeks out more friction on the head of his cock but the smear of precum in his underwear prevents it, so he rolls his hips harder.

But then he flattens his tongue back out, this time covering Will’s hole, and Hannibal is cumming hard. He can’t help himself now, face burrowing to suck in the taste with each spurt into his pants.

Will realizes what’s happening and groans, spilling over too. His hips buck up to meet Hannibal’s mouth, who lets him ride it out but doesn’t wait to recover from his own orgasm so he can finish catching the hot ropes on his tongue. Will lets him do whatever he wants, doesn’t even try to fight the over-sensitive feeling of being thoroughly cleaned up.

Hannibal swallows every bit of it, breath heaving wherever he goes. Will’s skin is sucked and licked from his abs back down to his hole just to make sure Hannibal gets it all. Will speaks incoherently but keeps himself open.

It was the hardest an orgasm had ever been ripped from him. He imagines Hannibal could say the same given the way the spent man is trying to readjust his trousers without removing his mouth from Will’s body. Once they’re both somewhat settled with Hannibal’s cheek resting on his thigh so he can continue pressing kisses, Will runs his hand through the graying hair and sighs. He decides—assumes incorrectly—that next time they’ll be able to take things slow the right way.

[pailovesjohnprice]

Hannibal...teaching the reader how to masturbate using his great skills and knowledge as a medical doctor 🫠😳🙏🏻

HHHHHH yeaaaaHHHh 🫠

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“That’s it, start out slow and see what feels good,” Hannibal instructed patiently, his voice low and near your ear.

Your fingers moved up and down experimentally, not quite finding a rhythm yet. You shifted your hips and leaned back against him, t-shirt tucked under your chin so your breasts were also exposed for his appraisal.

“L-like this?” You asked softly, clearly still aching for more.

“Hmm… Sometimes a little more pressure is necessary,” he said, his hand covering yours to press your fingers tighter against your clit.

You gasped, resuming your movements, this time trying a circular motion. Oh… now you were getting somewhere.

He chuckled, kissing the side of your head. You gripped his wrist with your free hand, torn between not wanting him to stop and getting slightly overwhelmed at the intensity.

“More than ten thousand nerve endings there… aren’t you a lucky girl?” He purred. “And you know what else? You can also play with these while you’re touching yourself down there.”

He licked the fingers of his free hand and slicked his saliva over one of your nipples, tweaking it into a hardened peak. He heard you suck a breath through your teeth, hips bucking against your hand.

He smirked. “Yeah? Does that feel good?”

“S-so good,” you panted, your hand starting to move faster between your legs.

“Good, keep going, chase that feeling,” he urged, continuing to fondle your breasts to help you get there. “I’ve got you, just let yourself go.”

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[pailovesjohnprice]

Hannibal Lecter + shirtless