WIP Wednesday
Here's a little sluttiness from my WIP Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x fem!reader fic
You’re anxious. And lonely. And worried. And horny. Why do motels make you horny? Why does stress do the same?
Rolling onto your stomach, you grab your phone and swipe to text Will. For no particular reason.
Are you sleeping?
You toss your phone aside, not wanting to stare at the screen, to admit you’re itching for a reply.
You don’t have to wait long to hear the buzz of his response, though – and you quickly snatch up your phone again.
Is that a trick question?
You smile a little smile at your screen; thumbs tap-tap-tapping.
I can’t sleep.
I ascertained as much.
I’m bored.
Because you’re talking to me? Or in spite of that?
I’m horny.
There’s definitely a longer pause in his response time after that.
Because you’re talking to me? Or in spite of that?
Your grin hides a laugh, and you’re glad he has no way to see it.
Come over.
Great idea.
Except for one little thing.
Your room’s right next to Jacks.
Your lips purse. Oh. Yeah.
Another message appears.
You come over here.
Your room’s right next to Jacks too.
Oh yeah.
You bite back another grin, heels kicking up as you type to him.
Come over.
Bossy.
Please?
Better. Still room for improvement tho.
Omfg Will
He doesn’t write back, and you begin to wonder if he’ll really make you ask him oh-so-nicely with a cherry on top. But then there’s a gentle knock upon your door; the rap of light, unassuming knuckles.
Scrambling off the bed, you wander over to the door, fighting to look annoyed. Grumbling the second you open it, “I’m glad you saw the error of your ways, because if you were seriously going to try and make me beg you–”
He pushes his way in, brushing past you; taking your waist one-handed to maneuver you from his path, and then shove you against the inside of the door as he gruffly closes it.
As you blink wide with shock, he reaches past you for the security chain, sliding in place its lock. Trapping you between it and he.
“Do you think you can be quiet?” he asks you, and there’s suggestion in his words, suggestion you don’t immediately understand.
“What?”
“These walls are paper thin,” he muses, his eyes deliciously dark, shadowed by dark lashes.
Heat curls up your neck as you realize what he might be talking about. What seems more and more likely by the way he’s pinned you between himself and the bedroom’s door.
“I can be quiet,” you say, your voice hushed; smooth yet somehow shaking. “Can you…?”
He smiles. Sultry. Warm. And, leaning close to your ear, he murmurs, “I’m not the one at risk of screaming my name over and over again.” He chuckles at the way you tense beneath him, the way you shiver at his touch. “I’m not sure how you’d go about explaining that to anyone who’d hear. Especially with how sinful you sound saying it.”
It feels like the flustered, embarrassed heat radiating off your skin warms the air around you.
“You like it,” you tease, and he chuckles lowly.
“I love it,” he doesn’t hesitate to admit. “But we can’t have an audience. So are you sure you can be quiet…?”
You’re not. You’re not sure of anything.
“I’m sure,” you say – gasping as his hand slides with purpose between your legs.
“Liar,” he hotly breathes.
There's a lot of flirting in this fic but the tags are also to be taken seriously.
Taglist: dark!Will Graham, Will Graham fluff, M/M/F threesome, crime, psychological thriller, hallucinations, slow burn, canon typical violence, volatile feelings, angst, mental illness, manipulation, gaslighting, porn with plot, porn with feelings, explicit sexual content, cannibalism, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, Hannibal playing god, deception, mystery, trauma, issues with guilt, culinary exploits of a sexual and murderous nature, hurt and comfort, lots of hurt and comfort, canon typical dark content, serial murder, investigation, therapy with the infamous and duplicitous Dr. Lecter, ethical dilemmas, neurodivergent characters, neurodivergent reader, conflicted reader, kidnapping, attempted kidnapping, possible major character death, questioning reality, dreamscapes, erotomania, soft sex, rough sex, shower sex, hate sex, mild knife play, fishing with Will, Hannibal adores dressing you up, dinner parties, aftercare, elements of revenge, horror, descriptions of violent and phantasmagorically grotesque crime scenes, threats of violence, consensual psychedelic drug use, covering up crime scenes, sleepwalking, memory loss, conflictions with reality, season 1 AU, domestic fluff, flirting, secret relationships, jealousy, darkfic with tooth-rotting fluff, if you thought things weren’t going to get fucked up I’m happy to disppoint you
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