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I just saw your Will graham post and I never see enough of him. Maybe reader is a witness in a case and they get quarantined or something and the sexual tension is through the roof

I know this is probably not what you were looking for, but when you said quarantined, I wanted to do one of those aphrodisiac scenarios. This is straight freaky, no plot just porn.

Warnings: Smut, Made-up Fungi, Probably OOC Will, cunnilingus, abrupt ending bcs i dont know how to end things.

Huffing, you look at the solid iron door in front of you. How long could they keep you in here? You knew this was for the best, but nonetheless, you had things to do today. "Would you have some patience?" Will utters, he looks deep in thought and you consider pressing. You do. "What are you thinking about?" He looks up at you, a slight sweat breaking out on his forehead. He shakes his head and his curls bounce slightly- the motion capturing your attention as you come on with a sight headache.

The two of you had gotten exceptionally unlucky as one of the examiners lifted one of Eldon Stammets victims out of their earthy grave. The release of a powdery substance dispersed into the air around you and Will, as you'd been observing the corpse closely. The both of you breath it in, a panicked look on each others face as you look at the unidentified fungi. Since then you were transported and locked in a room together for further observation.

"I have so much paperwork that needs done," He mumbles, gripping his head and leaning back in a waiting room chair that someone had dragged in here previously. "You think I don't?" You mumble, you were so extremely frustrated. Every word he uttered made you angrier. The room was hot and Will was wearing such an unbearable and loud cologne that would seep into your skin if you weren't careful. "It's your fault I'm even in this mess." Will up at you as you sit on the counter. He has an undeniable glare on his face and his eye twitches with anger. "I'm the only reason you were even out on the field to begin with, remember? Miss L/N, too bored in her desk, she must get out and run with the grownups- but shocking, she still can't take it."

You don't know why but your mouth is watering, his outburst more than attractive as the sting of his words goes straight between your legs and nowhere else. "I-" He cuts you off, standing out of his chair and slotting himself between your legs without even realizing it. "You what? You have something to say?" Your eyes close and you breathe in his scent, you release a shuddering breath and pause. "I need you to get away from me." Your eyes open to meet his, they're just as dilated and he looks at you like you hold his world in your hands. "I don't know what has come over me," He whispers, looking down at your shaky thighs. He feels the overwhelming need to touch, and pulls back.

"Will, what's happening?" He shakes his head, the sweat beginning to drip from him and he unties his necktie and begins to unbutton his shirt. "I don't know," He pauses, looking over at you as you stare at him with pleading eyes, your hands rubbing up and down your legs frantically. He whimpers, his hands balling into fists. You think you need him just as much, if not more than he does you. "I think I need to touch you," You purr, your eyes run across his body and find their place at his lips- anticipating his answer. "Me too,"

You push yourself off the counter and meet him halfway into the room, wrapping your arms around his built shoulders and he pushes you back into the counter anyways. The granite bites into your back, leaving you with a nasty red mark that neither of you will care about until tomorrow morning- and he all but yanks your shirt off of you. Both of you sigh, the skin on each others body is hot and feels burnt to the touch but the rising fever only spurs you on. Your clothes fall to the floor as a desperate and messy attempt to undress quickly succeeds. The blatant buzz of an undisclosed fungi sets the two of you alight, Will takes the first blaze and sinks down to his knees in front of your shaky legs. He makes an attempt to throw one over your shoulder but it doesn't quite make the landing before he pushes his face into your depths.

You can tell that he hasn't done this in a while, and neither have you- but you can't help but find it irrelevant as you push against his tongue. Your vision looks blurry and you pant loudly, whining at the intrusion of his fingers. His tongue flattens against your throbbing clit and you throw your head back, fingers lacing into his fluffy brown hair and yanking him closer to your heat. He moans out a praise you cannot make out, pressing harsh kisses to you. "You taste so good," He pulls back for hardly a moment, yet his fingers curl into the spongey spot inside you and you cry out. He doesn't stay apart from you long, leaning forward and enrapturing your clit between his lips and sucking. Your cries only fuel him on and you roll your ankle, pushing against the floor to give him more room. "I'm so close,"

He nods, tongue flattening against you and lapping at the sensitive skin in between your legs as you finish in his mouth. Your vision goes black for a slight moment and the heat becomes so much worse, your mouth drops open in a pant as the burn becomes a scorch. "Please help me, Will!" You cry, Will nods, his hands wrapping around your knees and pulling you down onto his lap while you sob. "Look at me," He whispers, grabbing your chin and placing a soft kiss on your lips. "I'll make it better, I'll fix it," You gasp, his hands lifting you up with an unprecedented strength. He doesn't hold you for long, only sets you on top of his dick and breathes in sharp through his teeth at the squeeze. His arms wrap around you tight and he fucks you right into a soft, babbling state.

Will's head is buried into your neck, smelling the hormones that roll off of you in waves as you shudder against his skin. The spores the two of you had inhaled moved viciously throughout your body and craved what other half the other had stole from you so cruelly. Will felt the burn for you and moved his head up towards your lips to steal a heated kiss from you as he thrusts into your needy hole. "Stupid fucking job..." You cry out, legs clamping onto his built torso as you fall closer to the edge. Will's hands move to your thighs and you fall back into the drawers with a gasp. He takes in your disheveled appearance with a lust he hasn't felt before, grunting out a series of unintelligible praises. "You take me so well, such a good girl."

And you whine at his words, grabbing a handful of his soft curls and finally finishing in his lap. Will purrs as your sex squeezes him, coaxing him into a bright orgasm which has him doubling over and shoving his face into your chest.

The scorching heat coursing through the both of you finally subsides as he lifts his head to look you in the eyes. You blink at him slowly, ready for a long nap. "Do you think they saw all of that?" You yawn, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug. Your eyes shift upwards towards the security camera on the ceiling and giggle. "Of course." He pants, shaking his head and laughing along with you.

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Hello! Nice day, afternoon or evening. :)

I wanted to see if you could and if you wanted to do a post where the Slashers have a S/o who is very calm, (not a very strawberry girl type, no!)I mean, more like calm, maybe curious and so, as if she were on drugs! And suddenly she has her most sadistic and/or wild side.

(I hope that I have been understood ;"( ) (Oh, you can add whoever, but if you can, especially Stu, from ghostface, Hannibal "The series" and Michael Myers :>)

Please :}

Warnings: Descriptions of murder, blood, sexual tension

A/N: I hope this is what you were hoping for, or at least something close to it. I decided to do a little blurb instead of headcanons, I hope this is okay with you :) I have not wrote for hannibal for a while- so i hope this isn't ooc. I feel like I kinda took on my own idea, I wasn't sure with how to make reader sadistic without going the whole "shes a slasher too" which is a trope I will continue to hate until my days end. I got my inspo from Secretary (2002)

Rebirth

Each day had been unexciting for you, unenjoyable. You had fun in erratic ways- ways erratic for you. Your coworkers saw you as anyone normal, you sipped your coffee quietly at your desk in the mornings- the New York Times crossword of the day clasped tightly in the other hand. You weren't sure you ever wrote any of the answers down as much as you pondered the words on the paper.

Before you met Hannibal, a psychiatrist that your friend Will introduced you to, you spent your nights with a wild look in your eyes. Nothing brought that spice to your life that you craved. None of the past boyfriends ever had the same ideas- they had all been boring. Your first love always teased you about it, laughing about how he must have changed you for the worst. You let him have it, he wasn't correct- you didn't bother wasting the time to correct him. In a way, you had changed. That edge, the sharp curve you had at the young age of nineteen, the one which ignited your fire had long since been extinguished. You searched for a serenity in men that people spoke of- a willing, open man. You'd like to hide what you need from the public eye- and you wonder if that makes you a genius or a coward while your first love bent you over the seat of his motorcycle.

Taking a swig of your coffee, you type away at your desk. Your employer had you entering different numbers and words into some type of document, boring work. Your eyes shift to your phone screen just as it lights up, a text from your newest cover-up boyfriend, Hannibal.

"Please arrive at precisely six p.m. for dinner,"

A simple text, one you could easily follow. Your eyes glanced at the clock, 2:43 p.m. You pressed the power button on your computer.

"Hannibal!" You knocked on the door, it fell open with a squeak. You took it as an invitation, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you. "Hannibal! I'm a little early but I thought maybe you would want help?" Still no reply. You walk through the hallway and into the kitchen. Standing still, you take a breath in and examine your surroundings. It's almost dead quiet, and then you hear a sound you cannot quite describe. Your chins shifts upwards towards a vent and goosebumps erupt on your skin.

A crack resounds, bouncing off the metal walls and ringing in your ears. Then a thump, a loud thump. You're suddenly inspired to make your way to Hannibal's bedroom, the door is shut and you wrap around the handle and breathe in an excited breath. The door swings open, and you gasp. Your boyfriend hovers over your first love, his hand is holding the wooden handle of- what looked like one of the emergency axes that you'd find nestled in the glass box of a professional building. His head is split, blood seeping into the cream colored carpet, also rolling in thick puddles over the hardwood floor.

"Hannibal?" "I told you, six."

Your eyes dilate and you take a few steps closer. He watches you, curious when you start to giggle. "Is this dinner?" He stays silent, you expect it almost, you don't care for his answer anyways. You step to the side, sliding your heels off and stepping forward into the puddle of blood. "There's no need to ruin a good pair of shoes." You gasp, falling onto your knees and setting your hands face down into the liquid soul. You feel it explore the creases of your hands, soaking your pantyhose and you cackle out something evil. "I fucking hated them all."

"When the detectives question you, you'll be heartbroken." He steps closer to you, avoiding the dirtied floor. Hannibal takes pleasure when you nod and lean forwards. "I'm heartbroken." He lifts his hand and brings it to your head, guiding it down to help you press your cheek onto the cold floor. "Go shower, I have to get started cooking."

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This is a horror blog but i desperately want to write for Sylus from love and deepspace. hes so daddy

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Bro I hope this guy goes to jail cause what the fuck

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Is this account BIPOC owned?

No it is not

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🌿 Help Us Find Peace Amid the Chaos 🌿

Hello, friends.

My name is Mohammed, and I'm reaching out from a place of unimaginable hardship. My family, like so many others in Gaza, is struggling to survive each day. The conflict has taken a heavy toll on our lives, leaving us to face a grim reality, our home has been destroyed, and we are left with nowhere safe to go. 😔

I am the father of three beautiful children, and as a parent, nothing is more painful than watching your kids grow up, surrounded by fear and destruction. Mirn, Bark, and Mariar are the light of my life, but they've never known the joy of running through a park without fear, or playing freely like children should. ❤️

We've reached a point where staying here is no longer an option. The walls that once sheltered us now stand in ruins, and hope for a safe future is fading fast. We dream of rebuilding, not just our home, but our lives, somewhere free from the daily fear of war, where my children can sleep peacefully and smile again. 🕊️

But we need your help to make this dream a reality. Your support means more than just money, it's a lifeline. It's a chance for us to begin again.

Every Act of Kindness Brings Us Closer to Safety. Your compassion can help us escape this nightmare. We are asking for your support, no matter how small, to help us start fresh, away from the violence, away from the rubble, and toward a place where my family can heal and grow. Every dollar you contribute is a step toward hope. 🙏

Thank you for standing with us in these difficult times. Your kindness can help us rebuild our lives and find peace again. ❤️‍🩹

With sincere gratitude,

Mohammed and Family

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Hey,

could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where fem!reader teases him while he‘s working?(with nsfw?)

warnings: inappropriate work dynamics, cunnilingus, cheating

A/N : I got a little distracted with this one omg...

Your heels click against the floor of your psychiatrist's office, as soon as he hears the familiar tap, he looks up from the stack of papers in his hands. Hannibal greets you with a soft smile, gesturing towards the couch in front of him. "How are you doing today, Miss L/N?" A sigh falls from your parted lips, shoulders shrugging to not only answer his question- but to also rid the thick coat from your shoulders. "Tired," You pause, eyes rising to meet his. "Unsatisfied, I feel it in my bones."

Hannibal nods, watching as you adjust your pencil skirt to cover more of your thighs. You had a white button down tucked into it, the top three buttons undone to reveal a bit of your chest. "And what is it, that you feel in your bones?" He asks, flipping through a few pages to get to your specific notes. You tilt your head slightly, fingers moving to fiddle with the buttons on your shirt. "You remember what we talked about last time?" Of course he remembered, you had a sundress on last time- hands rubbing up and down your thighs as you vented to him about your poor, poor lover. You had your hair down that time, looking at him with dark eyes as you explained how no matter how long he went down on you- he was never enough man to make you cum.

Hannibal nods to keep you talking, his eye contact never faltering. You swipe your tongue against your bottom lip and start to continue your story. "I took your advice, I told him what to do, I communicated. I really took action, but he was so offended Dr. Lecter. He looked like a kicked puppy. He didn't even want to touch me that night, or any other nights this week." Your lips pull into a pout, which Hannibal can't look away from. "Do you think, maybe, I should look into couples counseling?" You lean forward, giving him a view of what it looks like down your shirt. "Sometimes when a man's ego is wounded, he retreats into himself. Is that how you feel Mr. L/N reacted towards you?"

You push back, chewing on your bottom lip now. "Mr. L/N hardly had any ego to start with, that's the problem. You keep referring to him as a man, when in reality, a man could please his wife." You huffed, noticing Hannibal's mouth contort into a twisted smile. Not like the one he gave you when you first arrived. "It gets old when all you do is give, give, give, all for an inadequate husband." He nods at your confession. "Would it make you happier to be with someone else?" At his question, your legs unfold and your fingers begin to play with the hem of your skirt once again.

"Maybe... Sometimes I think about being with someone who knows their way around a woman."

Hannibal stands, placing his papers down on his desk. He stands there for a moment, leaning against the wood. "Would that help you solve some of your problems?" This time, his eyes are focused and locked on the three buttons that weren't clasped. You swallow hard. "Yes, I think so." He begins to walk forward, and you sit up eagerly in the chair you had made yourself comfortable in. He stops in front of your shaky legs and props one knee to the side of yours. Hannibal leans his weight onto it, his right hand coming to caress the left side of your jaw. "Miss Y/N, I believe it's my job to provide you with all of the opportunities you may need to be your best self. Do you agree?" "Yes, I agree, that's what I am paying you for."

Fingers dig into the plush skin of your cheek, and he laughs silently. You aren't given any time to question his intentions before he's pressing his lips against yours. You moan pleasantly, his mouth a warm contrast to the air-conditioned room you had your sessions in. Surprisingly, he makes no move to force his face against you the way your husband does, instead, he kisses you softly. His lips melt perfectly within yours, like you were destined to touch this man. You feel his hand fall lower, taking a firm grasp around your throat. You gasp excitedly, his fingertips pressing firm into your muscles. You felt he knew exactly where to press, what to manipulate.

His kissing ends with a sigh, and he pulls back to take you in. He finds you much more pleasing than Alana at this moment. You watch him close his eyes and breathe in for a moment, your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Dr. Lec-" He cuts you off, the hand wrapped snug around your throat, forcing you back into the leathered chair you had been sat in. The force knocked the breath from your lungs, without time to recuperate, his hands wrapping around the back of your knees and yanking your bottom half forward. He ignores your yelp, forcing your pencil skirt to a bunch around your hips. Hannibal watches with amusement as your face turns bright red. You try to grab your bearings, turning your head to the side and coughing awkwardly.

Hannibal pays you no mind, looking inbetween your legs at the lack of underwear you had worn. He smiles, running a hand through his hair. "Miss L/N... is this something you were hoping for?" Luckily he isn't expecting an answer from you, instead he grabs your thighs and pushes them against your chest- baring you to the empty room. He drops to his knees and still has to bend down, you blush excitedly, this was the man you were looking for. His mouth latches to your pussy, tongue gliding against your wet heat with a hunger your husband didn't have.

His tongue slides between your folds, pressing firm against your clit and pulling it between his lips to suck on. He relishes in the way you whine and arch your back against his face, nails digging into the leather upholstery of the seat you were folded against. Hannibal's right arm moves to hold both your legs, so he can bring the fingers from his left hand into your tight hole. They push into you deep as his tongue laps incessantly at your swollen clit, his goal to satisfy you externalizing. "Oh... God!" You whine, hips pushing into his mouth. And he obliges your every need, taking you further into his mouth, the burn of his passion enveloping your every nerve ending. You feel his fingers begin to thrust inside you, prodding at the spongey spot your husband couldn't find. "I... That feels so good.." He hums against your clit, fingers curling and pushing with all his willpower. With one more push against that spot, and his mouth against you- you gush against his face. You cry out for him, tears pooling down your face and onto his chair. But he doesn't even stop.

Your legs fall onto his shoulders, and you realize he's moved his arms. His left hand continues pushing against your sweet spot, but his mouth is no longer latched onto your clit, instead he rolls against it with a pad of his thumb. Hannibal's teeth sink into the soft skin of your thigh, sweat falling from his forehead as he works at you. HIs fingers work at you in a clockwise motion- and he fights against your hips as they grind against his fingers. "Oh!" You cry, teeth pushed together and jaw clenched- no longer worried about how you looked to him. You bring your hands to hide your face, whimpering when he doesn't let up the pressure. "Give me one more, I need to know that you're leaving pleased." He watches you nod, hands falling from your face to make eye contact. "Okay... I will!" You moan, pushing against his thumb. He gets the message, his thumb rotating against your clit faster than before. You feel the fingers inside of you speed up too, massaging your insides with a growing need to feel you clench around them once more. He memories each moan he pulls from you with a growing obsession, mentally noting to go through your lives work later. With one more forceful push into your hole, you're crying into your hands and cumming around his fingers once more.

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You hand him the cash payment for your visit, which he waves away. "Just this once I won't be taking payment, We have yet to discuss this new course of treatment, so it'd be inappropriate of me to accept payment before we have talked things over." You blink at him, nodding in agreement. "Let me know if this new type of therapy helps you and your relationship, and we will discuss our actions from there." "Will do, Dr. Lecter. I will see you next week."

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bitches be like "I want him." and he's a literal murderer who wouldn't hesitate to slit your throat 🙄

It's me, I'm bitches.

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Hello! A question: How would the Slashers react to seeing that their partner prepared a dessert with a somewhat sadistic theme? (Context: I saw a video where there is a person who makes a cake with details of a face, and when you cut it juice comes out of the red fruit, he also makes cookies with eyes [Clearly they are not real])

Sorry if my spelling is wrong, but it's because I don't know many English

Slashers Reaction to their S/O Decorative Baking.

A/N: I got inspiration from 3 different tiktoks here. A bit sillier and fluffier than I wanted it to be. Michael's is a bit steamy

Thomas Hewitt

Luda Mae's kitchen is about ten degrees hotter than it usually was. You had dusted off her old gas stove and set it alight, going to town on the limited ingredients the off-the-grid household had collected throughout all the victims. Usually you put together small desserts, cookies, cake, but today you had really thought of an idea. You molded together the dough you had in your hands- pulling at the substance until it slightly resembled the nose bridge of a victim.

The pie was cherry today, tomorrow it could be something else but today it would be cherry. You giggle to yourself, the facial features of an uncanny valley freak of nature decorating your pie crust.

A light tapping breaks you out of your daze, you blink away the concentration to look at your husband. He gives you a concerned look. "I want you to feel like... I'm taking an interest in your hobbies." He turns away for a moment, but he looks back quicker than you would've thought. You wonder what he' s thinking but not for long before he's waiting at the table for you to finish.

Thomas has always wanted a family, a wife, someone to take care of. He forgets the improbabilities when he comes in from a long day of work and he smells your creations.

He thinks you're funny. He watches from behind sometimes; you're focused and locked in on some facepies. You shape each and every nose with love, and he turns his head away from Luda Mae when she briefly questions if maybe- he traumatized her a little bit.

Jason Voorhees

"Jason!" You called him from the other room, ecstatic with your new creation. You shift back and forth on both feet until he finally drags himself into the kitchen area for you to show him your treat. He blinks down at the Pyrex pan you are holding towards him, the red drip of- blood? rolling down- what would seem to be intestines? You still don't have his attention; this is a day job for him. "They're cinnamon rolls!" You beam at him, and that's what gets his attention. He nods with approval, and you begin to make him a plate.

As the two of you settle onto a water-logged, oak dining room set, he lift's his mask and eats at your snack slowly. You watch intently, proud of yourself for the decorating skills- and - for taking care of your boyfriend so well. He finishes up, looking back up at you and never mentioning that he hasn't tasted anything in a few decades.

His mom used to bake for him, she didn't use such... expressive techniques... but you're still appreciated.

Will eat everything you bake, he has no aversion to your decorating, but they don't affect him either way. He's got larger fish to be afraid of, like underage drinking.

Michael Myers

You sit at the dining room table, eyes trained on the wall clock in front of you. 3:17am. Your eyelids droop and you debate throwing in the towel and taking it upstairs for a moment before you finally hear the soft click of your screen door shutting. Michael makes his way into the kitchen, head tilting at the display on your kitchen table. Doll head covered apples? He reaches forward and grabs one off the table. The white chocolate crumbles underneath his fingertips, he looks at it for a moment. You know better than to say anything to him if you actually want him to try it.

He hikes the bottom half of his mask over his mouth, bringing the apple forward to take a bite. You watch, half lidded as he chews and swallows. His mouth upturns slightly and you feel your chest burn with pride. You had spent all day trying to get these right and he liked them. You reached onto the plate and grabbed one for your own, taking a bite and leaning your head back with a pleased moan. "I really outdid myself this time, didn't I?" He takes another bite, licking his lips of the white chocolate specks.

The two of you finish, looking hungrier than before. "What do you want me to make for you next time?" His eyes narrow, pulling the mask back down onto his face. "Maybe a tart?" Your eyes drag down. "Something glazed?"

Biggest sweet tooth ever! This skill of yours has saved you from the blunt edge of a knife quite a few times. There's nothing that keeps him coming home more than the edible arrangement of his favorite body parts you have made up for him.

He relishes in the attention, carefully examining each treat you create for him with precision. You watch him take down whatever you throw at him with such adoration, he tells himself that he only comes back for the food, but he can't help but anticipate the look on your face when you see him enjoy your gifts.

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You guys really want hannigram content... I might deliver. I just moved and I have SO much free time it's insane.

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Im sorry but your writing is so good??? I’m just like do people know about this!!?!!?

STOP!!! I'm flattered omg. You're so sweet!!

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bitches be like “he’s my comfort character” and it’s just some dude covered in blood