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SENSUAL BITING & LICKING PROMPTS as always, feel free to switch around sender and receiver as needed.
1) for sender to lick receiver’s lips before kissing them.
2) for sender to bite receiver’s lip before kissing them.
3) for sender to lick receiver’s throat.
4) for sender to bite receiver’s throat.
5) for sender to lick up from receiver’s throat to their chin and then their lips.
6) for sender to lick right where receiver’s earlobe meets their jaw.
7) for sender to bite receiver’s earlobe.
8) for sender to put receiver’s fingers in their mouth, licking and sucking suggestively.
9) for sender to bite receiver’s inner wrist.
10) for sender to bite the side of receiver’s neck then lick the mark left behind.
11) for sender to bite the inside of receiver’s thigh and then lick the mark left behind.
12) for sender to lick the inside of receiver’s thigh to tease them.
13) for sender to bite and lick at receiver’s jaw.
14) for sender to teasingly lick receiver’s cheek.
15) for sender to lick receiver’s cheek in a possessive and lustful way.
16) for sender to lick and suck receiver’s nipples.
17) for sender to bite receiver’s nipple.
18) for sender to bite and then lick receiver’s nipples.
19) for sender to bite receiver’s chest/breasts and then lick the marks left behind.
20) for sender to bite receiver’s stomach and then lick the mark left behind.
21) for sender to leave several bite marks on receiver’s belly.
22) for sender to lick at receiver’s navel.
23) for sender to bite at receiver’s navel and then lick it.
24) for sender to bite along receiver’s hips.
25) for sender to lick from receiver’s hip to their navel.
26) for sender to lick between receiver’s breasts/pecs.
27) for sender to lick along one of receiver’s collarbones.
28) for sender to bite and lick at the edge of receiver’s ear.
29) for sender to bite at receiver’s ass and then lick the marks left behind.
30) for sender to lick along receiver’s spine.
as much as clarice had said it to tease him, she also simply wanted to hear it. there was a span of time between them where clarice was sure will didn't want her at all, in any capacity. she was simply around, keeping an eye on him while he decided whether or not he wanted to live or not. her stubbornness to stick around seemed to frustrate will, more than anything, but she had decided to stay. it had all paid off. she'd gotten her way just enough under his skin that will decided to let clarice in. and he was trying, she could tell. the way he softened over time, knowing now that she wouldn't abandon him.
unlike her other relationships with men, clarice had allowed will to lead to keep him comfortable. she understood why it had to be that way, at first, and she would have been content to keep it that way. now, with will on the counter, clarice once again at home in her strap, she realizes how much she's wanted this. how strong she feels when she's in control. eyes wonder over will's features as he fights himself to answer the question properly. clarice doesn't say anything, simply watches, taking a breath as she sees the wetness ( the want ) between his legs and the way he looks up at her through thick lashes. 'y'think your eyes can just get you anything you want?' clarice murmurs, stepping closer, hips pressing against the counter and tip of the toy pressing against will's warmth, just enough for the top to disappear. hands land on will's waist, and for a moment she just stands there, gazing at him. wondering how they got here. not caring for the answer as long as they're together, and then she moves one hand to guide herself into him, her breath fluttering as she waits for will's expression to change. @cravedeeper / cont.
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general.
heterosexual. bisexual. homosexual. pansexual. demisexual. asexual.
enjoys sex with men. enjoys sex with women. enjoys sex with nonbinary persons.
enjoys sex with one partner. enjoys sex with two partners. enjoys sex with multiple partners.
prefers experienced partners. prefers moderately experienced partners. prefers inexperienced partners.
one night stands. friends with benefits. serious relationships.
private locations. public locations. unconventional locations. nature oriented locations. elaborate: hannibal can enjoy sex with inexperienced partners, if and only if he stays in control and is teaching them what to do. and in terms of having sex with multiple people, two is the limit - he's possessive, so that doesn't even happen often, but it has, on occasion.
the light stuff.
submissive. dominant. switch.
top. bottom. power bottom. soft top. switch. service top. service bottom.
initiates. does not initiate.
no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. hypersexual.
likes to kiss. be kissed. make out. be made out with.
vaginal sex. anal sex. oral sex. intercrural sex.
clothed sex. partially clothed sex. naked sex. lingerie/kink specific clothing.
extra notes: hannibal could switch in very limited situations, he will rarely give over that control, but it has happened once or twice. he will not have sexy clothed / partially clothes - he can't have his expensive clothing ruined like that.
the medium stuff.
general: having toys used on them. using toys on their partner. using a plug. using a plug on partner. being worshipped. worshipping. having their hair pulled. pulling hair. wax play. power exchange. sensation play.
touch: handjobs. fingering. mutual masturbation. likes to be spanked. likes to spank. scratching. being scratched. bruising. being bruised.
oral: cunnilingus. fellatio. anilingus. likes to bite (to the point of bruising). likes to be bitten (to the point of bruising).
sounds: silent. grows in volume. loud. fakes/exaggerates. swears. calls partner’s name. bites to muffle themselves. prefers a quiet partner. prefers a loud partner. prefers dirty talk. give praise. receive praise. being teased. teasing. likes to be humiliated/degraded. likes to humiliate/degrade. calling partner daddy/mommy. being called daddy/mommy.
sight: likes to be watched. likes to watch. third party witness. being blindfolded. blindfolding.
binding: likes to be held down. likes to hold down. likes to be tied up. likes to tie up. wear a collar. make their partner wear a collar. wear a leash. make their partner wear a leash.
extra notes: 9 times out of 10, hannibal will leave marks on his partner. he likes marking and making sure people know they're his.
the heavy stuff.
general: pet play. discipline. forced to orgasm. force an orgasm. being gagged. gagging. being pegged. pegging. sensory deprivation. double penetration.
touch: being fisted. fisting. being marked. marking. knife play. gun play. blood play.
oral: likes to deepthroat. likes to be deepthroated. likes to be facefucked. likes to facefuck. likes to bite (to the point of bleeding). likes to be bitten (to the point of bleeding). likes to eat partner’s cum. likes to have their cum eaten. likes to eat cum out of an orifice. likes to have cum eaten out of an orifice. likes to be spit on/in. likes to spit on/in partner.
sound: crying. making partner cry. screaming. making partner scream.
breath: likes to be choked. likes to choke. likes to be smothered. likes to smother.
sight: being broadcasted. broadcasting.
binding: likes to be tightly bound. likes to tightly bind. likes to be clamped. likes to clamp. would wear a chasity belt. likes their partner wearing a chasity belt.
extra notes: basically he likes to be in control at all times and push his partners to their limits. NOTE that he doesn't get this 'k.inky' until later in the relationship. this is not how he is right off the bat.

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Bold for yes Italic for maybe Strike if absolutely not.
General
heterosexual. bisexual. homosexual. pansexual. demisexual. asexual.
enjoys sex with men. enjoys sex with women. enjoys sex with nonbinary persons.
enjoys sex with one partner. enjoys sex with two partners. enjoys sex with multiple partners.
prefers experienced partners. prefers moderately experienced partners. prefers inexperienced partners.
one night stands. friends with benefits. serious relationships.
private locations. public locations. unconventional locations. nature oriented locations. elaborate: clarice most likely wouldn't have sex in public. but she's down to fuck in the back of a truck in a semi private space. otherwise, she'd prefer to be where others can't see.
The Light Stuff
submissive. dominant. switch.
top. bottom. power bottom. soft top. switch. service top. service bottom.
initiates. does not initiate.
no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. hypersexual.
likes to kiss. be kissed. make out. be made out with.
vaginal sex. anal sex. oral sex. intercrural sex.
clothed sex. partially clothed sex. naked sex. lingerie/kink specific clothing.
extra notes: she's mrore dominate with masc leaning people and more submissive with fem leaning people ( not always the case, but 9 times out of 10 ). otherwise, she can switch at the drop of a hat. also, she likes giving anal sex, but isn't much into receiving it.
The Medium Stuff
general: having toys used on them. using toys on their partner. using a plug. using a plug on partner. being worshipped. worshipping. having their hair pulled. pulling hair. wax play. power exchange. sensation play.
touch: handjobs. fingering. mutual masturbation. likes to be spanked. likes to spank. scratching. being scratched. bruising. being bruised.
oral: cunnilingus. fellatio. anilingus. likes to bite (to the point of bruising). likes to be bitten (to the point of bruising).
sounds: silent. grows in volume. loud. fakes/exaggerates. swears. calls partner’s name. bites to muffle themselves. prefers a quiet partner. prefers a loud partner. prefers dirty talk. give praise. receive praise. being teased. teasing. likes to be humiliated/degraded. likes to humiliate/degrade. calling partner daddy/mommy. being called daddy/mommy.
sight: likes to be watched. likes to watch. third party witness. being blindfolded. blindfolding.
binding: likes to be held down. likes to hold down. likes to be tied up. likes to tie up. wear a collar. make their partner wear a collar. wear a leash. make their partner wear a leash.
toys (make a list): she likes to wear / use her strap on, it makes her feel powerful / in control.
extra notes: clarice likes giving them partner praise while they're pleasing her, or if she's fucking them. very much a 'you're doing so good for me' type beat. she just likes the reactions she gets.
The Heavy Stuff
general: pet play. discipline. forced to orgasm. force an orgasm. being gagged. gagging. being pegged. pegging. sensory deprivation. double penetration.
touch: being fisted. fisting. being marked. marking. knife play. gun play. blood play.
oral: likes to deepthroat. likes to be deepthroated. likes to be facefucked. likes to facefuck. likes to bite (to the point of bleeding). likes to be bitten (to the point of bleeding). likes to eat partner’s cum. likes to have their cum eaten. likes to eat cum out of an orifice. likes to have cum eaten out of an orifice. likes to be spit on/in. likes to spit on/in partner.
sound: crying. making partner cry. screaming. making partner scream.
breath: likes to be choked. likes to choke. likes to be smothered. likes to smother.
sight: being broadcasted. broadcasting.
binding: likes to be tightly bound. likes to tightly bind. likes to be clamped. likes to clamp. would wear a chasity belt. likes their partner wearing a chasity belt.
extra notes: honestly clarice is very vanilla until you really get into a relationship with her. it's all about trust, and the more she trusts you, the more you can do with her / the more she's willing to do with you.
WHEN AN ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP is defined by a perpetual grasping for power, willing or not, this is unfamiliar territory. their struggle is written over will's body in fibrous tissue, rounds of it on his shoulder and a smile of it across his stomach. when hannibal's violence was held so permanently in his body, could he make room for his love as well? the two don't seem to counter each other. only a man already buried so deeply in his soul could be allowed to carve him apart the way that he did. their hurt for one another ran as fervently as their love. both PASSION, both such a sickening red.
will wants to feel it on his tongue, grab the the weight of what they are and taste the salt of it. what would that even look like? he doesn't know, can't bring himself to care. for once, not performing for some third party to observe— not even performing for himself, not policing his movements or his thoughts, not lending a stern guiding hand to keep himself within the bounds of acceptability. all he knows is that this is the HANNIBAL that he's wanted most of all. his hair mussed, his obnoxious layers shed, the look in his eyes meant for will, and only for will. the world has melted away. this isn't a struggle for power, it's the organic push and pull of it as the sea catches reflections of a waxing moon. hannibal will always influence him, tug at the tides of need in him, and be left with the crashing waves of aftermath.
mouth is wandering up his body and will feels anticipation winding in his gut. fingers have buried into hannibal's hair, holding him tightly, thighs squeezing around his hips. each shift of his body done is in hope, which he only processes as he's recovering from the hitch in his breath. a hope that he'll feel teeth. teeth, like the ones he hears snapping at the back of his mind, eager for more, desperate to dig himself closer. how would he let hannibal bite him? would there be bruises, or blood? how will i TASTE? he wonders briefly, and a noise slips from parted lips. "it all felt so empty til you," he breathes. hannibal was always more poetic, will just feels raw. his underwear is saturated with his need, and will tries again to say what he means. "i— i need you to—"
then— frustration. will groans and pulls himself away. it's as quick as he can make it, pulling off the rest of his own clothes and urging hannibal to do the same. in passing, will marvels at his body, a greek statue in his bed, but then, a return to his lap. he's taking hannibal's hand in his own, guiding it to his hip again, needing this to happen TOGETHER. blue eyes search hannibal's while will shifts his hips to catch the head of his cock against his entrance. eyes shut, a moan between their mouths, not composed or careful, but heavy and earnest. it's almost too much, already, but will can't deny himself any longer. he's still holding hannibal's hand, other hand holding the back of hannibal's shoulder, as he begins to sink down onto him slowly. "hannibal," they're JOINED. finally, in body as in soul. will is lost, as he knew he would be, blinded by the euphoria of a moment where the reality matches the truth of what he's always felt. "hanni—" he can't even complete his mouthing of his name, instead groaning as he flutters around the tip of his shaft.
hannibal remembers wanting will from the first time they had met - sitting in jack's office, the younger man unable to look into hannibal's eyes for longer than an instant, the rudeness that escaped him so easily when hannibal decided to try to psychoanalyze him. and that want, at first, wasn't the same as it is now. it wasn't carnal. it hadn't quite grown into desire. it was something innocent ( as innocent as hannibal's possessiveness could be ). a new feeling that hannibal had to examine from the inside. he didn't know how he wanted will, he simply wanted him, hoping to cut open his head to see what was inside of the mind he already knew to be beyond all others. this want for will had gone through so many phases, but it settled, once and for all, on what he now feels for will - an all encompassing need ; something that could not be sated by anything or anyone other than will. a devotion brought out in one another by cutting it into each other's flesh.
lips brush against skin, tongue tracing the line of the other man's collarbone, teeth grazing there, but not biting. not yet. hannibal intended to taste will, but he wanted to savor the taste of him. parts of hannibal still wanted to consume will, keep pieces of him within himself forever. the fact that will trusted hannibal, with his mouth, his teeth, so close to his jugular, proved how far they've come. how much trust has blossomed between the two men, just months after they were nearly lost to cold, merciless waves. he would let me kill him, hannibal thinks for a moment, brushing the tip of his nose against will's neck. and i would let him kill me. but they no longer want to tear each other apart. their true lives just started, a second chance given to them, not by any god, but by each other. the only being hannaibal ever need worship again was now pressed against his chest.
when will pulls away, hannibal feels an emotion he does not feel often - panic. will is clearly frustrated that he can't articulate what it is he's trying to say, and hannibal was ready - willing, even - to soothe his thoughts, to tell him that he understood exactly what it was that will wanted. but will suddenly removes the last of their clothing and hannibal gives a small breath of relief, glancing over the expanse of the other man's body - his scars, both ones hannibal had given him, and others ; the muscles beneath his chest and over his arms ; the way he practically dripped onto the bed before he settled back into hannibal's lap. yes, hannibal couldn't imagine worshipping any other god when he had one in his lap.
he allows will to place his hand on his hip, fingers once again digging into the flesh there as he helps will situate himself above hannibal. breath of anticipation is taken, released as they become one in the bed they had been sharing for weeks, now. head leans backward, mouth falling open, fingers constricting so hard against will's waist that there would surly be bruises there, once they were done. pressing up into will slightly, hannibal uses his free hand to tilt will's head toward him, half lidded eyes urging will to meet his gaze. 'will -' hannibal moans - an actual, breathy moan ; a man praying to the divine. if hannibal felt embarrassment for how desperate he sounded, there was no indication of that on his features. the man is made of pure love now, as he leans in to kiss his lover, biting down on his bottom lip.
A swirl of emotions takes him. He barely has any time to think about the implications of Dr. Lecter's words when he feels the heat and pressure of his hand against his own. Fox gasps, his eyes finding Hannibal's. Pupils have become dilated, lids falling half way and lashes fluttering as he's guided to jack himself off. Lecter is engaging in sexual contact with him. Lecter is being intimate with him. Lecter wants him. He's looking right at him. Hannibal has wanted him this whole time. Him and Scully. The three of them. Together.
"Hannibal-" The agent breathes, disbelief hanging on his tongue, "H-Hannibal... Oh god." He can feel himself getting closer, and the almost romantic act of them holding hands stirs something within his heart and his stomach. Did Lecter feel affection for him? Was it more than just carnal desire?
His free hand comes to the back of the doctor's neck and carefully pulls him closer so that their foreheads may touch. Fox closes his eyes, heart swelling with emotion. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was the confession. Maybe he had been fighting his own feelings this entire time.
"Hannibal." He whines, pressing up into his hold.
this was it. the moment he knew that mulder had crossed the line hannibal had wanted him to since the beginning. it had taken some time, but hannibal's patience had paid off. and perhaps there would not be total trust between them after this, but there would be enough to entice dana further in. they had both fallen into his plan, and hannibal had won. yes, this was a win - his hand over mulder's on his cock, sliding and sticking with precum. hannibal can't help but to lick his lips at the feeling, allowing fox to press their foreheads together. such an intimate gesture. he was sure the agent didn't do this with everyone - no, perhaps only dana - and so he grinned, leaning a bit forward so that his words were just a breath over mulder's lips. 'you were such a surprise, fox. you continue to surprise me. i did not intend to feel as strongly as i do for you,' lips brush against the others before hannibal is moving, pulling mulder so he was facing hannibal on the sofa, spreading his legs enough for him to get in between them. another lick of his lips as he glancing up at fox, a fire in his eyes so intense it could burn. he wants to taste mulder, feel him in his mouth. and so he lowers his head, barely giving a moment for fox to adjust before his tongue swirls against the tip of fox's cock, mouth sinking down onto it a second after.
𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, it was as casual as possible. hardly ever repeats. just times when she wanted to be someone else, when she wanted to distance herself from the work she did—however, doing it with someone high up wasn’t the smartest idea. but, amanda was impulsive & notorious for choosing bad decisions. for herself, in general. why not choose to give in to something she wants that didn’t include sticking herself with a needle ? what was the harm in that . . . at least sleeping with clarice would allow her brain to turn off for a little while. ( no doubt, no painful memories. no anger. no pressures. just pleasure, just flesh, just mess. something good, some temporary serotonin which she’d lacked her entire life ! her brain, as flawed as it was otherwise, saw nothing wrong with it. so, she ignored everything else except for this, for her. ) ; watching was one of her favorite parts. watching as clarice stripped away bit by bit her outside guard. stripped herself naked, made herself bare almost as an invitation. maybe even a small extension of trust. amanda, too, had stripped herself almost bare save for her underwear. she climbed into the bed, she hovered over the other woman before connecting their lips. their kisses were slow at first, but grew hotter & as they did amanda’s hands began to roam. rolling & pinching her nipples, resting her palm teasingly against thighs or lower stomach. soon enough, however, like all things the woman got impatient. kisses grew lower & lowers until she reached her desired place. hand adjusts clarice’s leg over her shoulder while the other is pushed open to the side—tongue flattens while amanda makes slow, deliberate licks against clarice’s clit. eyes close, a gently hum vibrates from her chest.
parts of clarice saw this as a bad idea. those parts knew that she could easily get attached to someone like amanda, and the way amanda made her feel - not just while they were having sex, but outside of these intimate moments, too. she had to remind herself that they were not in a relationship. that they didn't belong to one another. they came together when they were needy, hungry, when their nights were lonely and they called on one another to make it less so. that was harder to forget with the other woman's mouth on her. clarice couldn't remember the last time it felt this good to have someone between her legs. it seemed as if amanda paid close attention to any movement of clarice's body, flicking her tongue in the same spot, over and over, to gain moan after moan from the agent. 'm'not gonna last with you doin' that,' clarice mumbles, but it's not a scold. it's not a bad thing. the fact that amanda can work her up so quickly should embarrass clarice, but the only thing she feels in this moment is pleasure. leg hooks over amanda's shoulder, the hand that's not in the other woman's hair sliding up her stomach and cupping a breast to play with her nipple. there isn't much more she can say than, 'fuck...' followed freely by an almost whimpering moan, clarice encouraging amanda by pulling lightly at her hair.
whatever NEED lay dormant in will, it has been there for years. and as with every other facet of his identity, hannibal has only sharpened this lust, refined it til it's condensed to its deepest intensity. as soon as he'd considered such a delicacy (intimacy with hannibal lecter), it had terrified him. their revelation on the cliff side shocked him to the point that the sea had swallowed them whole that day. they only barely lived to see the dawn. if will had lost himself so entirely in the consummation of their violence, what reason was there to believe he wouldn't lose himself in the consummation of their love? but hannibal wants to be lost with will. they've burnt everything else to the ground, leaving only where they stand and the path before them. it's taken a conscious moment of trust to place himself here, in hannibal's lap, knowing that he may never fully return from this feast. knowing that from this point on, he may always want teeth sunken into his skin and flesh pulled so close to him that the blur between their two bodies ceases in all its ambiguity and finally settles into one WHOLE.
sex with hannibal wouldn't be simply chasing pleasure. it would be casting aside all armor for the both of them and submitting himself to his own nature. hannibal's hands are sliding down his skin and will catches himself taking a deep breath, relaxing into his touch and posturing into it all at once. i will have to pray— will's expression shifts into one that hannibal has seen before. each time that there has been a confession, some CONCRETE evidence that loving will comes as easily to hannibal as breathing, will is awestruck. others have made attempts in the past. fumbling, clumsy attempts to love him. but if they couldn't see him, they had no idea what they were loving, and that wasn't love at all. now, biting his lip, almost entirely bare, and watching hannibal from above, he knows that none had come close to succeeding. regardless of what this could be to an outsider's gaze, this will be making love.
when he leans to kiss hannibal, will is taking communion, feeling the flesh of a holy one against his mouth. he licks into him, needing to taste him, needing to know him unabashedly in every way there is to offer. will would set aside his fears tonight, all of his hesitancy, and instead, indulge. "i have a feeling," will smiles against hannibal's lips, hands working blindly to undo his shirt. "that we're about to create our own version of heaven together." finally, he grants himself a moment of greed, grinding his hips down against hannibal's to feel friction through fabric. but he's still somehow underestimated just how eager his body is, the jolt of pleasure urging a breathy moan from him. "we can show our gratitude there." fingers begin to map hannibal's bare chest, treasuring every inch, and yet quickly, he starts to unbuckle his belt. he tries to find more words, formulate something, anything to capture what he feels as he drags his weight down again and imagines the completion he'll feel with hannibal inside him. but the only word to convey his own holy experience is sighed between them, pleading and hopeful. "hannibal."
will had told hannibal about his past relationships. mostly in passing, their conversations leading there and leading away just as quickly, to keep will comfortable. though short, hannibal had learned enough to know how will was handled by others. not truly loved, but put under a microscope to be probed. and when these partners found nothing inside of will that their expectations lived up to, they decided to be done with them. or, will grew tired of pretending and left them wherever they were. hannibal had seen it, even within jack and alana - they want to see what's inside of will's beautiful mind, but they never like what they find. even those who tried failed to understand him in any capacity that would make will feel loved. hannibal saw will for exactly who he is, adoring the parts of him that others couldn't look at without feeling sick. he looked into the abyss, and the abyss looked back, even before will knew it was within him. hannibal was the only person who knew will. and will, the only person who knew hannibal.
he'd noticed will's hesitation, brief as it may have been. as much as they trusted each other, this was entirely new territory. their dynamic was changing, even now. when they had first resurfaced and began to heal, they barely touched one another. there was an unspoken rule - they needed time to get comfortable, understand each other in an environment where they weren't trying to kill one another. hannibal, as quickly adjusted as he had become, needed to be patient with will. now that they were here - hannibal's hands on will, sick with want to touch the man he loved so much - he knew he needed to assure that will knew he was safe. that hannibal wouldn't push will to submit to him. part of the reason hannibal loved will so much was because he refused to do so, prior to where they are now. like a wild dog, hannibal did not wish to tame will. all he wanted was to touch him. make love to him. make him feel loved, in whatever way he could.
with such a complicated relationship with religion, hannibal at times couldn't comprehend how he had found will, walking over the earth - such a divine being, found among humans that weren't worthy enough to be near him. hannibal feels as close to god here as he ever has, closing his eyes, allowing will's tongue into his mouth, washed in the holiness that are the sounds escaping the other man. lashes flutter when eyes open, meeting will's, exploring the unearthly blue of his irises and his pupils blown wide with want. he exhales when will presses down against him, hand at his torso digging fingers into will's hips almost involuntarily. 'i've contemplated the existence of heaven and angels most of my life. then i met you,' he allows will to remove his shirt, moving onto his pants until hannibal was in nothing but his boxer briefs. he takes a moment to lean forward, pressing kisses against will's chest, his shoulder, up to his neck, trying to control the moan that's caught in his throat as will bucks down on his lap again. 'will...' a quiet prayer, not to god, but to the man he worshipped here.

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Before now, Scully had been the only one to be with Mulder like this. Well, in recent years, at least. He had managed to get Phoebe to take him from behind a couple of times, but lost interest rather quickly. To be with someone else, someone new, someone as assertive as Clarice was exciting. It's not that Scully had lacked in any sort of way, and she could get mean when she wanted to, but there was something in the way Agent Starling pushed him around that riled him up in a way he hadn't felt before.
Her fingers were curled in his hair, and pressed deep into his asshole to work him open for the strap that pressed and rubbed against his inner thigh. Already his back was arching. Already he was breathing her name. In all honesty, he could cum from this alone, but he wanted to feel her pound against his prostate. He wanted her to take control of him, and take control of herself. God, she was so incredibly sexy like this.
Use me. He begged inside of his mind, Fuck me, Clarice.
@eatsinsides
when she had first brought this up, clarice wasn't sure how mulder would take it. she made it more than clear that it was not a requirement - just something she enjoyed doing, explaining that she felt comfortable in her strap, and if that was something mulder had ever wanted, she would be happy to oblige. most men didn't take this very well, or they were, at the very least, shy about it, thinking wanting to be pegged was emasculating. fox, however, was not. pleasantly surprised, clarice had started planning, picturing what fox would looked like with her behind him. even the image inside of her mind could not have readied her for the beautiful sight in front of her, now.
'you're doin' so good for me,' clarice practically coos, using the lube she had for occasions like this. she's worked two fingers into him already, opening him further so that he could be comfortable while she fucked him. fox was so tight around her fingers, it nearly made her moan, the woman leaning forward and biting his shoulder lightly to stifle herself. a third finger is pressed slowly into mulder, waiting to see if it was taken well before she began moving her hand once again. 'jesus... you're makin' such pretty sounds, fox,' clarice sighs as his hole expands around her fingers. she thinks he's almost there, but she wants to be sure. 'ready for me, sweetheart?'
MARGARETHE TREMAINE: HALT. RECEIVER EDGES / DENIES THE SENDER ORGASM. + BALL. RECEIVER USES A GAG ON SENDER. this is what she wanted. after all, the woman had approached him - undid his buckle and took him into her mouth in his office - with no urging from hannibal. she'd insisted on this relationship of theirs, wanting his wealth, his status, and him as a whole. in spite of it all, hannibal could not deny he was enjoying himself. there was something so desperate about margarethe. it amused hannibal greatly to know she would do just about anything for him, if he asked her to. and sometimes, even when he didn't. tonight, she's indulging him, much like she always did. the gag within her mouth is a black, silicone ball, held around her head with leather straps. spread out before him, he's just taken his hand away from her clit for the third time, fingers glistening with her wetness - her cheeks matching as she begins to whimper, frustrated tears escaping her eyes. 'you need to be taught patience, margarethe,' hannibal speaks, running his hand along the woman's inner thigh, up and down, fingers caressing lightly. 'i'm happy to be the one to teach you, but i need to see that you are learning,' hand dips once again, finding her sensitive bud and slowly moving his fingers against it once more. 'we'll begin again,' @mxdam.
like this for some memes.
i need to know how many of us are asexuals just writing smut every day on the internet.
NOEL O'GRADY: CUT. FOR SENDER TO USE A KNIFE ON RECEIVER, MAKING LIGHT CUTS ON THEIR SKIN AS A FORM OF FOREPLAY. a cut could be as intimate as a kiss. a scar, as important as a memory. he and noel were far from conventional expectations. the two men could explore sentiments that may seem taboo to others. hannibal lays flat on his back, covered in bruises from noel's mouth, bite marks leaving beads of blood within them. now, he watches noel pull out a pocket knife, sharp blade glinting in the firelight. eyes seem to glaze over a bit, hannibal wetting his lips in anticipation. much like many other things, hannibal has not allowed another person such control. the opportunity to hurt him, in any way. but even as noel presses the knife down, creating a small slice below his collarbone, he still found himself trusting the doctor. nose and lip lift in a snarl at the first cut, a low hiss escaping him at the second. by the third, hannibal was holding onto his self control by a thread. hips lift to meet noel's, their erections sliding against one another, friction causing hannibal to inhale a shaking breath. 'do you like it when i bleed for you?' he asks, once again meeting noel's eyes, smirk on his lips. @flirtatiuus.

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smut & nsfw prompts
SMUT CW!! contains all-caps & cursing as well!
for those who need a little something spicy ♡ feel free to combine if desired, & change pronouns/descriptors as needed! actions are from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver.
FOR THE DOMINANT.
❝ you’re such a slut for my cock/pussy. ❞ ❝ god, you’re so hard/wet … ❞ ❝ nope, you gotta beg for it. show me how you beg. ❞ ❝ do you want me inside of you? ❞ ❝ look at you, filthy cockslut. ❞ ❝ i love teasing you. ❞ ❝ what a good boy/girl you are. ❞ ❝ your ass is so fucking plump … ❞ ❝ you’re so hot like this. ❞ ❝ touch yourself for me. ❞ ❝ fuck yourself for me. ❞ ❝ you’re so tight … ! ❞ ❝ i bet you want me inside of you. ❞ ❝ don’t you dare think about cumming just yet. ❞ ❝ look at you, all stuffed up with my cum … ❞
FOR THE SUBMISSIVE.
❝ i just want you to fuck me. ❞ ❝ … i love your cock/pussy … ❞ ❝ fuck me until i can’t see straight. ❞ ❝ let me fuck myself for you … ❞ ❝ you’re my master … ❞ ❝ make me scream … ! ❞ ❝ … please … i need it … give it to me … ! ❞ ❝ h-harder … please … ! ❞ ❝ f-fuck … you feel so good inside of me! ❞ ❝ please … p-please let me cum … ! ❞ ❝ FUCK!!! just like that!! ❞ ❝ i-i’m cumming … ! ❞ ❝ a-ah … one more … please … ? ❞ ❝ … i’m bulging … ah … ❞ ❝ you’ve turned me into such a mess … ❞
ACTIONS.
[ spank ] — my muse spanks your muse [ slap ] — your muse spanks my muse [ rope ] — my muse ties up your muse [ tie ] — your muse ties up my muse [ feel ] — my muse feels your muse’s clothed erection/crotch [ slide ] — your muse feels my muse’s clothed erection/crotch [ toy ] — my muse uses a toy on your muse [ play ] — your muse uses a toy on my muse [ enter ] — my muse goes inside of your muse [ inside ] — your muse goes inside of my muse [ mouth ] — my muse gives your muse oral [ lick ] — your muse gives my muse oral [ pinch ] — my muse plays with your muse’s nipples [ rub ] — your muse plays with my muse’s nipples [ tug ] — my muse licks your muse’s nipples [ nibble ] — your muse licks my muse’s nipples [ hold ] — my muse jacks off your muse [ push ] — your muse jacks off my muse [ scream ] — my muse screams out in pleasure [ shout ] — your muse screams out in pleasure [ beg ] — my muse begs your muse to cum [ plead ] — your muse begs my muse to cum [ hand ] — my muse comes on your muse’s hand [ palm ] — your muse comes on my muse’s hand [ belly ] — my muse comes on your muse’s belly [ middle ] — your muse comes on my muse’s belly [ stuff ] — my muse comes inside of your muse [ fill ] — your muse comes inside of my muse [ conceal ] — my muse makes your muse come in their pants [ hidden ] — your muse makes my muse come in their pants [ deny ] — my muse edges/denies your muse their orgasm [ wait ] — your muse edges/denies my muse their orgasm
can't believe no one's making c.larice cum over and over until she's whining and her legs are shaking.