#cravedeeper

[eatsinsides]

it's taken time to get to this point. not only were the two men healing from being shot, stabbed, and falling off of a cliff, but they were also getting used to one another as they are now. changed ; not who they used to be. better, in hannibal's opinion, but that opinion didn't mean they could rush things. once he had recovered - once he could actually walk around by himself, cook again, stay awake for several hours without getting exhausted just from sitting up - hannibal settled back into himself, coming to terms with their situation much faster than will was. hannibal couldn't blame him. how were the two men who previously maimed and tried to kill each other going to be domestic? how were they going to hold hands, kiss one another, touch knees under the table? hannibal could see it in their future, and he was patient enough to wait for it.

it was the lingering glances when hannibal rolled up his sleeves, the way will spent just a little too long in the shower after he saw hannibal in a towel, that made hannibal recognize the want in will. something the other man was clearly pushing down, much like he did everything else. oftentimes, hannibal would inhale and smell the need on will, and he had to keep himself from taking will where he sat. the longer it went on, though, the more hannibal began to test will. touching him more intimately, egging him on with certain words, teasing in tone. tonight, will had surprised him with his response. speaking of how much he wanted hannibal, in his own roundabout way. and then, while hannibal had taken a second to be stunned, will had closed the short gap between them and kissed him like he'd die if he didn't.

from there, hannibal took a bit of the control. not enough to cease will's choice fully. he led them toward the bedroom, gave will an opportunity to stop hannibal from taking any clothes off that he wanted to keep on. hannibal sat on the bed, pulling will into his lap, allowing the young man to straddle him - he didn't want will to feel trapped, and so having will atop him instead of the other way around felt like a good place to start. he had to take a moment to admire the man he loved ; hannibal was sure, even in his travels to europe and italy and france, that there wasn't a more beautiful man to exist in this world, or the next. one hand slides into will's hair, fingers curling slightly to keep a loose grip. the other spreads across his ribs, thumb brushing intently at the scars across his chest. 'mylimasis,' hannibal murmurs, shockingly soft, his fingers moving to run along the scar he had given will along his stomach. 'i suppose i will have to pray to whatever god sent you to me, when this is over,' @cravedeeper.

[inpiink]

“i could lift up your dress right now and no one would even notice.” @cravedeeper

it's the newspaper's holiday party, and most of jed's coworkers are too drunk to pay attention to the couple tucked into a dim corner of the small bar. percy's not drunk, but she is pleasantly tipsy—tipsy enough that instead of laughing off his suggestion, or playfully flirting back, her eyes go wide and her cheeks go red. her grip on her drink tightens, and she squeezes her thighs together as she sways a little on her feet. he's got a point—he's standing between her and the other partygoers, blocking any would-be voyeurs. he could crowd in closer, reach under her skirt, and nobody would see.

"you could," she agrees. her voice comes out a little shaky, anticipation making her breath shallow. she rests her head against the wall, looking up at him and biting down on her smile. she's a little frightened, half by the idea of being caught and half by how much she likes the thought of what he's saying. percy shifts her weight, parting her legs ever so slightly, and fiddles with the chain of her necklace. "i think..." her cheeks, already hot, get hotter. "i think i'd let you."

[flirtatiuus]

@cravedeeper sent: [ MOUTH ]: sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth.

What were supposed to be words came out as muffled moans when Will's fingers breached Jin's lips. Whatever thoughts he had were quieted.

The way his fingers, firm and warm, penetrated the soft wet space of his mouth made him blush. It was a simple act but felt so much more important when it was Will on the other end. No words were needed to make it clear what this meant. Jin knew, and he welcomed it. He softened and relaxed.

He submitted.

Whether or not trusting Will was a good idea, he did. The former profiler held a power Jin longed to bask in, and could wield it so delicately and expertly it left him in awe. He was a force to be reckoned with, and in his company Jin was embraced by the calm eye of Will's storm.

A sensitive touch to Will's wrist signaled Jin's intentions. Jin looked up, intentionally doe eyed, and gazed at his paramour's face; he allowed himself to lazily suck on the digits in his mouth, embracing their phallic nature. He wanted to feel part of Will inside him. He wanted to merge with him, to absorb some of Will into himself, to become as close as they could to satiate his budding obsession.

He pulled his head back slightly, freeing Will's fingers and allowing himself to take in a deep, cautious breath.

"How far do you want this to go?"

[shilohgreen]

feel free to raid my usfw memes over on @cravedeeper

[biteshand]

DANNY JOHNSON: PULL. PARKER WINDS HIS HAND INTO DANNY'S HAIR TO PULL / MOVE HIS HEAD DURING SEX.

how they ended up here, parker doesn't know. or, he at least doesn't like to think about it. there was a growing part inside of him that realized danny might understand him better than anyone else ever could, but he wasn't ready to come to terms with that yet. no, parker tells himself that the only reason he had found himself in danny's home in the first place was because he needed to blow off some steam, punish danny in a way that wouldn't lead parker outing himself as a killer, while still satisfying whatever fucked up feelings had bubbled up inside of him. every time is the last time for parker ( and yet, every time, he showed up on danny's doorstep ).

having already pulled the other man up onto his hands and knees, parker reaches forward and roughly plunges a hand into danny's dark hair, curling fingers through locks and pulling his head backward. this was not a slow, sensual thing, but rather a heated fuck, parker snapping his hips forward, burying himself inside of danny, biting down on the other's shoulder to keep himself from moaning ( he didn't want to give danny the satisfaction of his pleasure ). parker would have to decide how often he was willing to pretend that this wasn't turning into something besides a hate filled act. for now, he continued to pull back danny's hair and moved to leave a bruise on his neck as he thrust his cock into him. @cravedeeper.

[eatsinsides]

WILL GRAHAM: WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT? there was something about taking control away from another person that caused hannibal great pleasure. with will, in these situations, it felt a bit different. there are times when he wanted will to have whatever he wanted, to take what he needed, even sometimes to control hannibal the way the doctor seemed to want to control everyone else. tonight, hannibal holds a muzzle in his hands. it looks like a small half cage, connected by an adjustable leather strap, the two parts unhooked for now. eyes land on will's, stare blazing, lips quirking. 'you are going to wear it, will,' it isn't a question. not a suggestion. it's stated as a simple fact. he will be wearing it tonight. hannibal takes a few steps forward, standing in front of will now, staring down at him and never breaking eye contact. 'i considered a gag, but i still wanted to see your mouth. even if you'd be unable to use it,' eyes brighten that much more. he holds up the muzzle, expecting will to turn around. 'allow me,' @cravedeeper.

[eatsinsides]

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.

[eatsinsides]

WILL GRAHAM: CARNAL. TO BITE MY MUSE DURING INTIMACY. she doubted either of them thought they reach this point. it hadn't even crossed her mind, outside of passing thoughts and a dream or two that she so readily swept under the rug in favor of being will's friend. for a long time, they couldn't even call each other that - friends. they went from practically hating each other, to one of them breaking and the other following behind, trying to put the pieces back together. it took some time, but clarice was patient. if will was never able to get better, than clarice had come to terms with the fact that she would simply be there to guide him through a world he didn't want to be in, anymore. but something changed. within will, within herself, between them. it was a slow change, gradual, and then all at once. will had told her to come to him - something between an invitation and a demand - and she went, without question, or fear. even when she was standing in front of will and she couldn't be sure whether or not he wanted to kiss or kill her. still, she stood, gazing at him waiting for him to make his choice. and to her admiration, he made the right one.

he took her inside and their movements escalated quickly. clarice started to believe will was hungry for her, that part of him wanted to eat her, as they kissed and undressed just inside of the front door of his home. she's been intimate with a few partners, but never has intimacy felt this animalistic. if she didn't already know what will was capable of, she might be afraid. instead, she backs him toward his unmade bed, pressing him down so that she could climb up to straddle his lap, knees on either side of strong thighs. should he decide to take control, clarice would let him. right now, she wraps her arms around his neck, allowing lips and teeth to explore her neck, her shoulder, any part of her skin he wanted. gasp escapes her when she feels will bite down on her clavicle, hard enough that she could feel it down her chest, a spark settling in her stomach and between her legs. she realizes this is how it would be - that there is still a darkness within him, and that the love he gives may never be soft or gentle. but she can handle it. she wants to handle it. fingers twist into will's curls, pulling just enough to get his lips back on hers. when she tastes metal on his tongue, she sighs. @cravedeeper.

[inpiink]

﹟ finger sucking﹕ sender puts their fingers to receiver's lips during sex . // @cravedeeper

her mind's gone hazy, her focus split between jed and the insistent ache between her legs. she's already cum twice for him, and she knows he's not done—and she doesn't want him to be done. she'll give him whatever he wants her to give, keep herself at his mercy. she loves every part of this: the way pleasure starts to verge on discomfort, how he'll step back and leave her wanting just so he can bring his camera up and snap a photo. percy looks up at him, dark lashes damp from how she'd teared up when he'd pulled her second orgasm from her, and though her clit twinges uncomfortably from overstimulation, the click of the shutter makes her core throb. more, more, more. she presses her legs together, thighs slick from her arousal.

for a moment, she imagines how she must look to him: cheeks pink and lips nearly red from her flush, fingers twisted into bedsheets now that he's out of reach for her to touch, eyes begging use me, use me, ruin me. she hopes she looks pretty through the lens of his camera. she hopes she's sore tomorrow, so all day she's thinking of him.

jed moves, pulling her from her thoughts and re-centering her focus on him. his destination is clear, and her thighs fall open before he even has to ask; she wants to be good for him just as much as she wants to be pretty. her gaze stays locked on him as his fingers dip between her thighs, teasing at her entrance and pressing just enough at her clit that her hips jerk at the touch. percy's answering moan is almost a whine, the edge of discomfort serving only to make her wetter for him.

he pulls his hand away, but any disappointment at the loss of stimulation is forgotten when he presses his fingers—soaked with proof of how he affects her—to her lips. she doesn't hesitate, mouth falling open to give him access. she licks his skin clean, humming at the weight on her tongue, and turns doe eyes to the lens as he raises his camera once more. she hollows her cheeks to suck just as the shutter clicks again, and a pleased shudder runs through her.

[eatsinsides]

WILL GRAHAM: IN A BAR OR RESTAURANT, OUR MUSES DISCUSS ( IN DETAIL ) WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO DO TO EACH OTHER ONCE THEY GET HOME. there was a time when hannibal felt as if they would never get to this point. that will would never allow them to step food into an upscale restaurant, the two sitting across from each other at a table, their seats visible enough to the rest of the restaurant, staring as if they could ravish each other here and now. such a public display of affection - no, adoration ; dark and hungry, laced with devotion and unconditional love.

it started over the amuse bouche - will's foot brushing hannibal's ankle under the table, their eyes meeting and hannibal swallowing at the sight of will's barely there smirk. then, at the entree ( as petty as he is ), hannibal had mentioned how nice his new silk sheets were - the ones will hadn't had the chance to experience yet for himself. by dessert, the two men were practically eye fucking each other, ignoring the server as she filled their wine glasses and walked away with a blush. hannibal takes a forkful of mousse into his mouth, slowly bringing the utensil from his lips, making sure to lick it clean before he goes for another. 'you are a devilish little thing, aren't you?' he speaks under his breath, just loud enough for will to hear him, eyes glittering when they meet his partner's again. 'if i had my way with you, i'd punish you for such an egregious show of desire,' canines lay against his bottom lip as hannibal grins. 'i can practically smell your arousal from here,' @cravedeeper.

[inpiink]

﹟ possessive sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  heated  sex  after  one  was  jealous . @cravedeeper

she hadn't wanted the attention. it'd been the second or third time jed had taken her to a work function, percy turning on the charm from her place beneath his arm. she's never minded rubbing elbows and making small talk—but things had taken a turn when she'd stepped away from him to go refill her drink. cornering her, a coworker of his whose name she couldn't even remember took it on himself to approach her: you and olsen, huh? the subtext was clear: you could do better than him. what do you see in him? aren't you more interested in me? she wasn't. she'd laughed a little nervously, said he's so sweet. what's not to love? and made a beeline back to her boyfriend's side. and yet the other man had followed, pushing conversation despite her one-word answers, at one point brushing his hand over the small of her back as if to guide her through the room. she'd flinched away and almost immediately made eye contact with jed, her relief washing over her like a tsunami as she crossed the last few feet and tucked herself back into her side.

and still her unwanted admirer pursued, undeterred, sprinkling flirtatious remarks into his small talk as if she or jed wouldn't notice—or maybe he was just that oblivious. finally, feeling mildly ill from the whole situation, percy had angled her head just so to place her lips by jed's ear to whisper: can we go home? she hates leaving parties early, but another minute beneath that other man's stare and she's not sure what she would have done. as it is, they'd barely gotten through the door of her apartment before she'd begged: i can still feel him on me. make me forget him?

now, sprawled across her sheets, jed's breath hot against her throat as his hands skate over her chest, fingertips teasing across her nipples. each touch deepens the ache between her thighs until she's squirming and digging her own fingers into the bed. she wants to touch almost as much as she wants him to touch her, but she's already half-wild with want and won't do anything her doesn't tell her to. a just-hard-enough pinch makes her whimper, hips twitching, and she arches her back to press further into him. percy thinks that if anyone else saw this—the little games she and jed play—they'd be horrified. some part of her hopes they would be. because maybe, if they saw, if that man saw, they'd all understand that none of them could never satisfy the hungry little monster that lurks beneath her ribcage. not like he can. and they'd finally leave her alone. jed knows when she needs praise, and he knows when she needs a firm hand; tonight is the latter.

and still it's not enough. she wants—and she's a smart woman, she knows that he likes when she uses her words. "please." her voice is a high-pitched sigh. "can you—bite me, please?" she needs to feel it, needs the marks to last so that she can catch sight of them in the mirror and remember exactly how she feels right now, as his fingertips drag down her stomach until his palm cups between her legs. her breath hitches, teeth abusing her lower lip as she shivers beneath him. "i want people to see—want them to know... i'm yours, right?" the question is genuine, edging on desperate. please let me be yours. "please, jed, tell me i'm yours. be rough, ruin me, i don't care. i just wanna belong to you."

[shilohgreen]

send will some memes over at my u sfw sideblog @cravedeeper

[inpiink]

❝ you look so pretty letting me do this to you. ❞ & [ HILT ]: sender inserts the hilt of their knife into receiver. @cravedeeper

the ground is cold under her naked back—her shirt and bra are discarded somewhere in the grass nearby, her red skirt pushed up around her hips and her stockings torn without a second thought. the cold won't kill her, but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel it; she shivers beneath danny as he runs the hilt of his knife down the length of her cunt.

she wonders distantly, and not for the first time, if there's something wrong with her. staying with danny once she knew his identity was one thing; soaking the hilt of the knife he's used to kill her friends—to kill her—is another. but here she is, so wet that the knife glides over her clit with almost no resistance. percy's face burns, and she doesn't know if it's from shame or arousal or both. and then he presses the knife against her entrance.

mercilessly, danny pushes the knife into her. she jerks at the intrusion, even though she knew it was coming—it feels much bigger than it looks, and the unyielding length stings as she stretches around it. her chest goes tight suddenly, muscles tensing as if to scramble away from the danger, but danny's gloved hand is holding her thigh and his voice is low: you look so pretty, letting me do this to you. she clenches around the hilt, something akin to a sob building in her chest. it's so much, almost too much as she takes another inch, then another—but all the same, her body wants more.

"god—" her voice cracks, fingers clawing at the hard dirt. "danny, jesus christ, please, i need—" she doesn't want to admit she likes it; she's nearly in tears from the shame alone "—i need you to touch me, danny—"

[shilohgreen]

happy sunday feel free to send things to will and danny over at @cravedeeper

[shilohgreen]

send things to will and danny on @cravedeeper ? 0:)

[shilohgreen]

im headed home from my crazy weekend soon, but feel free to send memes to will and danny over at @cravedeeper for sunday