#eatsinsides

[thirstencounters]

Mulder found himself alone in his hotel room. Thanks to Hannibal joining them for the case, they were actually staying in a luxury hotel for once. He wasn't really sure what to do with himself, but there was something exciting about being able to stay in style. He had brought it up with Scully in hushed tones that now would be a perfect opportunity to take photos together, like they always did, but this time perhaps they should wear their lingerie together. The poor black lace set was just sitting in his dresser, waiting to be put on. Now was as good as time as any.

As not to be discovered, Mulder had worn it with him during the entire investigation so far. It made everything that much more exciting. Every time he adjusted his shoes he would get the thrill of being found out. His shirt could have come loose, and his garter belt would have been seen. (Un) fortunately for him, his secret remained safe, for now.

Sitting down on the bed, Fox idly watched the television as he went to go take off his shoes. He didn't even realize he had left the conjoining door to his room slightly ajar, allowing the occupant to peer in with him unaware. His leather shoes slipped off, and revealed was black stocking clad feet.

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[flirtatiuus]

@eatsinsides sent: ( lick ) - my muse performs oral sex on your muse - noel. he wants to suck his soul out.

Having any body part in Hannibal Lecter's mouth would seem ill advised to most people. Noel was not like most people, and so letting a cannibal perform intimate, delicate, vulnerable acts with his mouth did not send the doctor running when perhaps it should have. Instead he welcomed the act. He knew Hannibal's deepest secrets, and saw through the veil of humanity he cloaked himself in around others. Noel had gazed into the darkest parts of his lover's soul and became ever fascinated.

Reclined against the bed they shared most nights they were together. It was plush and larger than they truly needed it to be, but they liked it that way. His shirt was unbuttoned, askew on his shoulders already. His belt buckle clanked as it hung open, trousers unzipped and pushed aside to make room for Noel to expose his erection. It throbbed with anticipation in the seconds before it was embraced with softness, wetness, and warmth between his paramour's lips.

Slender fingers pushed through the psychiatrist's ashen hair. Both hands gripped his head, one at the back and one on the right side of the skull. His fingertips pressed into the tender flesh of his partner's scalp. As Noel gazed into his eyes, deep and mysterious, he wondered just what Hannibal was thinking. He always wondered what Hannibal was thinking.

Heavy breaths and the tick-tock of an antique clock hung in air thick with desire and body heat.

"Mind the clothing," he said with a devious smirk, voice husky and deep with lust, "if you make a mess you'll be held responsible for cleaning it up."

[serpentdarc]

( tighten ) - your muse chokes my muse / @eatsinsides

lucy's pressed into the fabric of his sheets, hannibal's maroon gaze fixed on her like she's a god. they're evenly matched, now-- two predators on the same side. she knows what he's capable of (after all, she wouldn't be doing her job if she wasn't aware of everything). she knows that he could very easily break this form under his grip and for a moment, she wonders if he would.

there's a wicked little grin on her lips when hannibal's hand curls around the pale column of her neck. he tightens his grip and she moans, her own gaze falling right onto him. " -- come on, hannibal. i know you can go tighter than that. you aren't gonna hurt me-- unless you're a coward. " pink tongue pokes between the rows of her teeth. " and we both know you aren't. "

[eurosleaz]

@eatsinsides sent: [ TASTE ] for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood.

kissing hannibal is like kissing death. there's something animalistic in the way he uses his mouth-- she can't help but watch him move. it's beautiful, yet it's tinged with shades of horror. both fright and excitement course through sadie's veins. she isn't a slouch by any means, her own mouth fighting back against his-- try me, motherfucker, she implies. i can stand toe to toe with you as long as you're willing to play this game.

he catches sadie off guard when sharp teeth sink into the plump flesh of her bottom lip. sadie gasps into his mouth, nails digging into the fabric of his suit jacket. the taste of pennies is hot against her tongue, his own following to lap up the wound's ooze. she should be disgusted. instead, she's turned on, disgust packaged firmly in the basement of her stomach.

she pulls herself away, blood pearling on her lip. the look in sadie's eyes is wild, nearly feral. her chest heaves under the dress he had oh so carefully picked out of her. if she were normal, she'd wipe the blood away. it's a good thing she isn't.

the look she gives him is what else are you willing to do to me?

[thirstencounters]

You lie to me to be what I need/Build me up 'til I concede you/Can be sweet/Use me abuse me and appease your greed/You have such an appetite

[eurosleaz]

@eatsinsides sent: in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves. / prompt, accepting.

the matter of the fact is that they’re trying to consume each other.  it’d be so romantic if they were different people instead of who they actually are.  shared blood and ripped flesh might be what they love, the thing that combines their interests.  it’s fucked up that something so gruesome can be so romantic.  perhaps they’re just fucked up people.  at least, sadie knows she is.  she’d rather not speak for hannibal.

the thin material of her nightgown is pushed up over her hips, his fingers gripping at the tender flesh there.  he fucks into her like a man possessed, like a man who wants to possess.  the ugly teeth marks and purple-blueish bruises on the inside of her thighs are proof enough of that.  him fucking her in front of the bathroom mirror is just more proof.  despite how grotesque they are, there’s beauty in this.  sex can be a form of art as well.  sadie’s always agreed with that line of thinking.

hannibal raises a hand to her throat, forcing her to look up at their intertwined bodies.  the display of power makes her whine, her cunt clenching around his cock.  sadie’s eyes are half-lidded, wetness pinpricking at the corners of her eyes.  it’s all so good.  “ h– hannibal. ”  it comes out in a gasp, her mouth falling open.  she feels his hand tighten around her throat, enough to cause her to whine again.  it’s then that her eyes fall to the razor on the counter, its blade a glint in the light.  it could be easy for her to grab it, slash at his skin to see the blood flow.  it’d only be fair to mark him the way he’s marked her.  the idea causes another wave of wetness and she feels her stomach twist.  whether it’s arousal or disgust is anyone’s guess.  it’s then that she looks up to meet his hungry gaze, the corners of her lips turning up into something wry.

“ if you– if you want me to…to shut up.  you’re gonna, mh, gonna have to make me. ”

[eurosleaz]

@eatsinsides sent: 'stick out your tongue, please,'

she looks up at hannibal from her position on the floor, her knees cold against the material. her eyes are worried, strands of dark hair draped over the left. her hands curl against the flesh of her thighs, the nails leaving errant red marks upon skin. it isn't that she doesn't trust hannibal (though, she's always put her trust in people that don't deserve it). it's just that she's nervous about this.

sadie licks at her bottom lip; her mouth opens with an audible wet sound. there's a moment that passes, like she's thinking about disobeying him, before her tongue comes out. she's willing to be good, after all. she wants to be good. she thinks it'd be nice to hear him say those words.

[thirstencounters]

❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . + ❛  look  at  me .  ❜

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .

Mulder's head pressed hard against the wall behind him as he tried to look anywhere but at Hannibal. He was trapped, caged like an animal in between the arms of the doctor. He was so close, Fox could feel the heat radiating off of him, and he could smell the other's cologne. Spicy, earthy, heady. It was intoxicating.

He hadn't expected their confrontation to go like this. He hadn't thought that Dr. Lecter was capable of being aggressive like this. He knew that Hannibal usually got what he wanted, using his cold demeanor and intimidating beauty to ease people into a desirable position this... this was terrifying. It was exciting.

Eventually the agent gave in, keeping his head turned but his hazel eyes made contact with Hannibal's. His chest began to rise and fall with a bit more labor, the compromising position making Mulder's body trigger his fight or flight response.

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