#chrysalisborn

[hxnnibxl-lecter]

“Do you like when I touch you there?” (chrysalisborn)

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With his eyes closed, Hannibal simply nodded in response to Will’s voice. There’s a deep aching longing to touch more of Will, to reach out for more physical contact, but he didn’t dare move from his position, and instead let things progress slowly. “You know, Will. This isn’t quite what I had in mind when you suggested a massage,” Hannibal said huskily. His breathing was shallow, and Hannibal tried to regulate his breathing- and failed. 

[blessedxsilence]

  ❛   feel my hand tighten around your throat as my cock slips inside you.   ❜   (chrysalisborn)

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Clarice gasped as he put his hand around her throat planting her feet to keep him from fully pinning her against the wall. Her hands went to cradle his face, tilting it up a bit to force him to look her in the eyes. “Agent Graham,” She tried first, and then a softer “Will,” trying to get him to snap out of it. She was grateful this had happened when they were in the room alone, only imagining the kind of scene it would cause if there had been an audience. 

“We’re in Raleigh, West Virginia, it’s 12:30 pm, we’re at a crime scene, remember?” She was quiet, only sounding a little panicked. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten lost. One of her hands went to his wrist and squeezed hard on the pressure point to get him to loosen his grip. “It’s Starling. Come on, breathe.”

[hxnnibxl-lecter]

“I’m gonna ride you.” (chrysalisborn)

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Hannibal looked up from his plate, and tilted his head as he stared at WIll. “Oh?” he responded as he took his wine glass. He swirled his wine a couple times while holding a steady gaze into Will’s eyes. “What brought this sudden announcement in the middle of supper?” he asked before taking a sip, savoring the floral notes of the wine. 

[hxnnibxl-lecter]

@chrysalisborn // “does you like it when i touch you there?” // spicy starters (thread repost)

With his eyes closed, Hannibal simply nodded in response to Will’s voice. There’s a deep aching longing to touch more of Will, to reach out for more physical contact, but he didn’t dare move from his position, and instead let things progress slowly. “You know, Will. This isn’t quite what I had in mind when you suggested a massage,” Hannibal said huskily. His breathing was shallow, and Hannibal tried to regulate his breathing- and failed. 

[opheliaximmortal]

🍓 ??

Jules could punch me in the face and I’d say thank you

I genuinely enjoy writing with you and you’re a fantastic person, and I feel honored to be included in your discord server.

[apuresociopath]

forehead touch (chrysalisborn)

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Send ‘forehead touch’ for our muses to rest their foreheads together!

Hannibal smiled, his hand holding Will in place, their foreheads pressed together, close enough to kiss or to kill. He had wished that this could have ended another way, that there could have been a happier chapter for them beyond this narrative but as every day had passed, the prospect of that had become dimmer and dimmer until it was barely a glimmer in the dark. This was not Hannibal’s choice, rather this was a result of Will’s inability to truly accept himself and to accept Hannibal. 

“This may be our last goodbye Will.” Hannibal told him, the smile on his lips a tragic perversion of something that had once been beautiful. His fingers dug into Will’s flesh, having easily and quickly found the scars from their last meaningful embrace. 

“I wish it were not so.” And it was the truth. Hannibal had wished for much and life had delivered little of the joy he had so dreamed of, following the pathway that had been established in his early childhood. He was not destined for anything beyond superficial happiness, nothing true and real. Everything he loved fled from him. 

[apuresociopath]

"I never meant to fall in love with you." (chrysalisborn)

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The feeling was decidedly mutual. Will was, on the face of it, almost completely opposite to Hannibal in terms of tastes and manner but, in his heart, Hannibal knew that he and Will were far more alike than even Will himself could accept. They had seen each other’s ugliness, had seen the devil within them and that had led to acceptance and affection. 

“Do you regret it?” Hannibal asked, the lightest touch of vulnerability within his words and expression as he waited for his lover’s reply. 

[apuresociopath]

💤 (chrysalisborn)

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leave a 💤 for a prompt about a dream my muse has had about yours!

Hannibal was aware that this was a dream but that did nothing to dull the sweetness of the moment, his fingers skating across Will’s flesh moist with sweat. Hannibal leaned back a touch so he could see the face of his rustic lover, the one he had never expected to come into his life. 

“You will never know how beautiful you are to me.” Hannibal whispered, his hand reaching up to rest against Will’s cheek, thumb brushing against Will’s lips as his breathing came harder and faster. “Let me see you.” There was an undercurrent of command within Hannibal’s voice and yet the words were spoken in a manner that could almost be called encouraging. He wanted to see Will fall apart for him. 

In a matter of moments, the deed was done and Hannibal felt as though he were seeing the world through different eyes. There had been that complete lack of control, the surrender that he had craved from his lover and after all the denials and the concerns, there was now no longer any barriers between them. Hannibal was still save for the rise and fall of his chest, his breath coming slightly faster, shuddering in his throat as he was hit by the emotional intensity of the moment. He had seen Will and Will had seen him, had seen every part of him even those he had been hiding for so many years that Hannibal had forgotten they even existed. He was vulnerable and there was something delicious and terrifying about it. He could never have reached this with anyone else, there could never be anyone other Wil Graham. 

He closed the slight distance between them, his lips blazing a trail of kisses up Will’s neck, his teeth nipping gently at the lobe of Will’s ear as he spoke, a hoarseness to his words. “You are my rapture and my destruction and that I would not change for the world.”