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Hannibal Lecter x reader aesthetic

Bloth: *goes feral*

You, sighing: "I love when they do that"

Mirage: *shivers* "It haunts my nightmares"

You: "Yeah I have dreams about it too."

Caught

Dwight x Reader Smut

Summary: During a trial, you save Dwight, unintentionally leaving him with some sexual frustration after a close encounter in one of the lockers. When you end up finding him in the woods, what do you do?

Mentions of: Blood, Gore, Injury, Sexual Frustration, Masturbation, Oral Sex, etc.

A/N: AAAAA I love Dwight so much and my bb barley has anything written on him so here we go lmao

Word Count: 2.2k

Using what was left of his strength, Dwight crawled away from the murderous monster that loomed behind him, trying to escape. The killer stopped him, stepping on his back, and crushing his glasses that had fallen off of his face. Dwight groaned out in pain as the triangle headed creature dug his boot even deeper into his back, raising his huge sword.

Shutting his eyes, Dwight prepared for the worst, but it never came. Because right as he lifted the sword up, the sound of a generator exploding in the distance stopped him, managing to distract him. Pyramid Head stepped back, trudging over and following the sound, leaving Dwight be for the time being.

Dwight took this time to recover and attempt to get to his feet, but it was no use. The pain was too strong, and he could barely even push himself off of the ground. It wouldn’t be long until Pyramid Head returned, what was he going to do?

The sound of footsteps echoed in Dwight’s ear. They weren’t Pyramid Head’s, no heavy steps or metal scraping of his sword, or loud breathing. No, they were soft, quick, and nimble.

Then, he felt a hand press against his back, making him flinch and cry out. Looking over his shoulder, he saw you, crouching over him, some bandages in hand.

There was a sympathetic look on your face as you examined his injuries, one that made him want you to hold him in your arms, take care of him, and tell him everything would be okay. But right now wasn’t the time for what he wanted. Right now he needed to survive and escape. You all did.

Finishing patching him up, you helped Dwight to his feet. The bandages weren’t much, but they’d do. For now, at least.

Before he could even take a moment to catch his breath, Dwight spotted the killer not too far in the distance. At any moment, Pyramid Head could see you both, so Dwight grabbed your hand and his glasses, running over to a locker where you both hid.

You both were cramped inside together, no room to breathe or move. All you could do was just pray that he wouldn’t find you. You were pressed up against one another, chests heaving, bodies trembling.

Dwight did his best to quiet his groans of pain, but he couldn’t keep himself silent. It still hurt like hell, and small moans fell from his lips. But Pyramid Head was growing near, and if he heard him, he would find both of you. So you had to shut him up.

You could hear the loud drag of Pyramid Head’s sword, and he was getting way too close for comfort. Thinking fast, you put a hand over Dwight’s mouth, accidentally shoving his face into your chest as you did so. You didn’t notice, of course, focusing on trying to keep quiet and not get caught. But Dwight notices. Oh, he does.

His flushed face was basically shoved against your cleavage, and he cursed the fact that the entity took you in that damned low cut tank top. Dwight could hear your heart slamming against your chest as the beast trotted by your locker, pausing for a moment, before eventually leaving.

Once the killer was gone, you let Dwight go, only then realizing where his face was. “Oh, sorry.”

But he’s the one who ends up apologizing profusely, stuttering and rambling, even after you two step out of the cramped locker. You manage to shake it off a lot faster than he does. “It’s okay, Dwight. It was just an accident.”

“I-I know, but-” He messed with his fingers, his cheeks still tinted light pink. “Nevermind, let’s just go find a gen.”

For the rest of the trial, Dwight can barely even look you in the eye, nonetheless talk with you. And for once, it seems The Entity actually has mercy on him, because for the next couple of trials he didn’t see you, and avoid the awkward embarrassing situation you were both in.

But that didn’t stop him from thinking about you. Not at all. Whenever he couldn’t focus completely, you popped nto his head. You and your soft touches, and your heavenly voice, and your body…you were driving him crazy.

Dwight always did have a thing for you. You were pretty and smart, and you’d listen to him a lot more closely than the others, and respect him more. And when he would try to tell the other survivors something, you would listen, looking him right in the eyes, hanging on to his every word, even telling the others to quiet down occasionally.

And now, he couldn’t get those filthy thoughts of you out of his head. He felt disgusting, embarrassed, and ashamed. He shouldn’t be objectifying you this way, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop what was going through his mind.

So, he did what any man did when they needed to clear their head.

Once he was out of trials and had some time to himself, he walked out to the woods, sitting right in front of the tree line, just out of sight from the killer boundaries. Looking over his shoulder, he double checked no one was near him or had followed him, before unzipping his fly and tugging down his pants.

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Making your way through the dark fog, you heard the crackling sounds of the campfire not too far away. Your eyes focused on the other survivors, scanning through them and searching for something as you walked over.

You reached one of the logs, where Claudette was sitting, wrapping bandages around Jake’s arm and patching him up. “Hey guys, have you seen Dwight?”

You hadn’t seen him since that trial when the incident happened, and you wanted to talk with him. He was kind of avoiding you for the rest of the match, and you wanted to let him know that it was no big deal. That things were fine between you two. And they were. Well, for you at least.

“Yeah, he said he was going for a walk.” Claudette answered, not moving her eyes away from Jake as she finished fixing his wound.

“Do you know where he went?” You asked, and she finally looked up, pointing to her left, towards the forest that surrounded them. “Over there.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.” You walked off in the direction she pointed to going to find him. He went on a walk? Maybe he had to just clear his head. That’s all, right? God, you hoped you didn’t freak him out or anything.

Continuing through the woods, you looked around for Dwight, but he was nowhere to be seen. Right when you were about to give up, you heard something. Quiet shuffling, and a muffled voice. You followed after the noise, finding where it was coming from.

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Too caught up in his fantasy, Dwight didn’t even notice the sound of twigs snapping and footsteps heading right towards him. No, he was too busy imagining you completely naked, bouncing on him and crying out for him, his name falling from your pretty lips, being moaned out by your melodic voice.

“Dwight, Dwight-“

“Dwight?” That time your voice sounded a little too real. Like it wasn’t in his head. And it wasn’t moaning either.

His eyes roll open to see you, standing above him, looking at him, staring at him. Humiliation and shame immediately overcome him, and he tried to think of something, anything, to say. He has no idea what you’re going to do. Probably laugh or tell him how perverted he is, or run away. He needed to apologize.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry-” He starts to say, but you do something completely unexpected. You shake your head and smile, kneeling beside him.

“Is this about you or me?” You gestured to his hand on his member. “You can be honest, just tell me.”

“Uhm, uh you?” He muttered out, his face bright red in embarrassment, and how close you are to him. Before he can even process what’s happening next, you press your lips against his, kissing him.

You always did think Dwight was cute, and kind, and a good leader, and you did have a bit of a thing for underdogs, so when you found him like this, hearing him moan your name, you were more than willing to join him.

Your lips were much softer than Dwight could ever imagine, and he was already high off of just feeling you on him like this. “You want this? You want me to help you?”

You asked when you eventually broke the kiss, your voice breathless and soothing. He nodded, vigorously, and you kiss him again, pushing his hand away, and pumping his cock. He throbs into your hand, his hips bucking slightly at your touch.

Your hand was so soft, and you were stroking him slowly, and if you didn’t stop, he’d cum right into your hand. But you do, instead lowering your head down to him, pressing a kiss to his tip.

Slowly, you wrapped your mouth around him, bobbing your head and taking as much of him as you could. Fuck, you were good. Dwight groaned softly, rolling his head to the side.

Then, you started moving, running your tongue up and down his shaft, your soft lips grazing his cock. Dwight ran his fingers through the grass, gripping it tightly, and pulling some pieces out. “Oh god.”

You smiled up at him, seeing the expression of complete pleasure on his face, his cheeks all read and flushed, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He was so cute.

“So good- (y/n)-” He managed to get out, and he was not sure how much more he could take. If you kept on sucking him like that, he’d surely climax any second now.

His face scrunched up, and his hips bucked, as he let out a loud groan, finishing right in your mouth. “Can’t take anymore- fuck-”

“Ah, sorry.” You don’t seem to mind him cumming that way, swallowing up all of his seed and licking your lips, smiling at him.

Kicking your now asleep legs, you move up and straddled Dwight, chest heaving as you catch your breath. He was panting as well, looking at you in awe and adoration. You pulled his glasses off of his face, kissing his nose. “Quit apologizing.”

Before he could even respond, you kiss him again, on his lips this time, and he can taste himself on your tongue. As you continue kissing him, you stroke him, feeling him hardening in your hand, and groaning into your mouth.

“Now I think it’s my turn, isn’t it? I get to feel good too. It’s only fair.” You teased, pulling down your shorts and panties, lining yourself up with him.

You lowered yourself down on him, and when he finally bottomed out, you both moaned in unison. After a moment or two, you slowly began moving, bouncing up and down on him. Your eyes were glued to his, studying his expression while he studied yours.

“Wanna tell me what you were thinking about? While you were- oh-” You asked between moans. “C’mon, baby, tell me.”

Dwight’s heart felt like it was going to explode from hearing the pet name, and right now, in this very moment, he’d do anything for you. “I imagined you riding me, just like this. Calling out for me- shit- but this is so much better than I could ever fantasize about.”

“Good. You deserve it. You deserve to feel so fucking good. You’re such a good leader.” You grit your teeth together, bouncing on him faster harder, your praise and movements making him all lightheaded and tingly.

His hands found their way to your hips, holding you tight, like he was afraid that if he let go, he’d lose you. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

You kissed him again, feeling the knot in your stomach start to tighten. Running your fingers through his dark brown hair, you kissed and sucked further down his neck, leaving hickeys. You could tell he was growing close.

“You’re so good to me. So good.” He groaned, letting his head roll back against the tree. You dug your nails into his forearm, moving faster and harder.

“Fuck, Dwight. I’ve wanted you like this for so long. And I was so happy when I found out you- shit- felt the same.” You confessed, feeling him throbbing inside of you, rubbing up against your g-spot.

He kissed you messily, mushing his lips against yours as he finally reached his peak, snapping his hips up into you and coming right inside. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up with his seed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

After a moment or two, you managed to pull yourself off of him, catching your breath and coming down from your high. Dwight eyed the mess between your legs, feeling his face grow warm. “Oh shit, (y/n). I’m so sorry.”

You put a finger to his lips, kissing him again. “I told you already, quit apologizing.”

Being kept in the Plague Doctor's cell 24/7 where he breeds without actually ever being able to carry young is tiring work. The scientists figure, if he's too busy with you, he won't be a bother to them. Though, you could do without the audience, the little red light on the security camera is a constant reminder. They had been eager to throw you to him due to the fact he seemed completely enamored by you, and you were fond of him.

The Plague Doctor is inside of you, buried balls deep and overstuffing you with thick, white cream every chance he gets. He's snarling with every wild thrust, robes bunched up past slender, pale hips.

His body covers yours, black eyes narrowing at the camera. He never allows them to see anything more than his back. Your his to see.

A guard entered once just before he neared climax, his beak ripping apart to reveal sharp, jagged canines. From top to bottom, some of the deadliest teeth ever.

Black feathers shred the back of his leather coat, straining and flexing like tendrils of ink. His beady eyes stare hard, focused on the guard while he conceals your luscious body beneath his shroud. His and his alone, remember?

Papa Emeritus III moodboard aesthetic [x]

Bloth: *goes feral*

You, sighing: "I love when they do that"

Mirage: *shivers* "It haunts my nightmares"

You: "Yeah I have dreams about it too."

Thinking of him <3

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Demon Slayer Imagine:

Imagine being a demon slayer, helping Tanjiro along with Zenitsu and Inosuke, and Being an entire new breathe style.

Breathe:

Breathe of Snow: 

First Style: Blizzard.

   User lets out a series of quick, yet irregular slashes that cut and freeze their opponent.

-Second Style: Snow Angel.

   User swings their sword upwards then downwards in a quick succession, slicing their opponent vertically in half.

-Third Style: The Bite of Frost.

    User gets close to their enemies and let lose a series of quick stabs.

-Fourth Style: Snowball.

    User spins their body, along with their sword, around to send out a series of circular slices while in the air.

-Fifth Style: Delicate snowflake melting away.

   A series of slices that beheads their opponents in a painless manner, letting their opponent feel the warmth of the sun.

-Sixth Style: Diamond Dust.

   While up in the air, User can send down a series of small, yet quick and relentless slashes towards their opponent.

-Seventh Style: Waltz of the Snowflakes.

   User move their body in a dance like, coordinated manner while dodging their opponent and using one, continuous slice. Works well when in large groups but is rather slow.

-Eighth Style: Avalanche.

   User quickly runs in a straight line while sending out a series of arched slashes.

-Ninth Style: Frozen Lake.

   User moves their sword, starting from the ground, in an upward motion, Slicing in a figure eight form.

-Tenth Style:  Frozen Heart.

   User sends out six quick and devastating crossed and diagonal slices that mimics the vague shape of a snowflake, starting from the center of their opponent’s chest. It then ends with them decapitating their opponent.

Don’t really having any examples of the style. :P

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I want to add that when you do the breathe style, the area around you gets very cold and only the people around you can feel it.

You never get cold.

Though you love the warmth the sun brings.

Like a cat, you like to nap in the sun.

You’re Nichirin Blade is light blue color.

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You had an older brother, who was the Pillar of Ice.

The breathe style was like yours but more harsh and deadly.

Breathe of Snow is more gentle.

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You and your brother were fighting an upper moon.

The demon killed your brother.

In your sadness came rage and you killed the upper moon.

Using the breathe of ice, you were able to kill him, but not being trained on the breathe style before, it destroyed your vocal cords.

Making you mute.

(I wanna add that you now wear bells. It helps other know your around.)

Tanjiro and the others learn sign language to help communicate with you or they become very patient with you when you write down what you want to say.

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You’re demon slayer mark is little snowflake on your forehead.

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Your brother’s estate is like a winter wonderland. 

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I don’t own anything but the imagine part. :P

Ahaha I'm in danger :)

I love him and lady D

Alcina: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Y/N: It was me..

Alcina: ..Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

So, because I can’t reply to every single anon, I decided to make these instead! Wanted to show my gratitude, love, and appreciation for y’all. Just another way of saying thank you for being there. Feel free to use them for whatever reason but please don’t take credit! :))

You know the smut is good when your Apple watch tells you to breathe

Hannibal: -and now for a Gay Update with Will Graham.

Will: getter gayer

Hannibal: thank you Will.

Reader: I can hold the whole world in my hands.

Din, unconvinced: Oh yeah?

Reader: *holds Din’s face in their hands*

Din: *voice breaking* I have a reputation to uphold.

I just realized that all of these screenshot redraws i did are for support and just for support. I guess i have a type hm 

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What Happens in the RED Spawn Room.

Who's the dankest merc in your opinion?

Definitely sniper. He seems like he’d smoke weed and if he were in present times he’d been one of those Millenials that is up to date with every meme.

tho scout would be one of those fuckbois who would absolutely run a really shitty shitposting acc-

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