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30k follower celebration for Hannibal Lecter please prompt 3 “I never thought I would see you again.”

.⋆｡Won’t Let Go Again｡⋆.

Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader

implied Hannigram x plus size reader

Moving to Baltimore was supposed to be a fresh start, to escape the ghosts of your past but a budding new friendship with an FBI profiler leads you back to the man who left you behind

Warnings: european!reader, DARK, usual Hannibal warnings (implied cannibalism, kidnapping, drugging, manipulation), childhood lovers, needles

WC: 1.2k

Minors DNI

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Halloween Celebration

America confused you, everything was big and moved so quickly, you considered it a miracle that you didn’t constantly get lost. But it was such a beautiful place, especially Baltimore. The mixture of old and new architecture that lined the bay was so reminiscent of your old home but also gave you a whole new world to explore.

With a paper map in your hands, you wandered down a mostly empty street, your small heels clacking softly against the pavement. You were determined in your search for a new coffee shop to try out on your day off but so far, you have been unsuccessful. Head down and concentrated, you didn’t notice an equally distracted man walking straight in your direction.

You bowled into each other and you both fell down. You winced and the man yelped as you crashed onto the cold sidewalk. “Oh god! I am so sorry, I should’ve seen where I was going.” You apologised quickly, ignoring the way the skin of your knees burned with pain.

The man shook his head at you, causing his brown curls to tumble over his forehead. “No it’s my fault, sometimes I just wander and forget my surroundings.” He pulled himself to his feet and offered you a hand, although he would not meet your eyes.

“I suppose we are both at fault then.” You chuckled and allowed him to help you to your feet. Your long skirt fell back over your legs, concealing the small cuts on your knees. You took note of the way he made sure that you were all right before he appraised his own body for any injuries. 

He suddenly ducked down and grabbed something from a puddle on the side of the street, and when he popped back up with your now destroyed and waterlogged map, he smiled sheepishly at you. “How about I get us some coffee as a sorry for ruining your map?”

He finally met your gaze with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you had ever seen. Then his stomach growled loudly and he looked away, pink dusting over his high cheekbones. “Then let me buy some sandwiches for us both.” You offered.

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Your friendship with Will Graham was like how you viewed the states, both nostalgic and brand new, filled with mystery and comfort. You learned quickly that he was not a very reliable friend given that he frequently disappeared into cases and his own mind but he was also an incredible friend when he was around.

He showed you all of Baltimore and taught you some tricks to navigating any city so you wouldn’t get lost. And now, he was inviting you to dinner- at his therapist’s house. 

“I would hardly call this romantic, Will.” His eyes flicked to you as he reached to ring the doorbell of the townhouse in front of you.

“I never said this was going to be romantic.” He snipped but he still squeezed your hand tightly.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You said that you were taking me to dinner somewhere nice, I assumed it was a date.”

“You’re teasing me, I don’t like when you tease me.” He muttered but you could clearly see the way the corner of his lips turned upwards in a soft smile. 

Before you could retort that he did in fact love your teasing, the door opened and the breath was sucked from your lungs. “Hannibal.”

Amber eyes widened and the careful composure he possessed, fell away. “Mylimasis.” (Beloved) Your hand went limp in Will’s hold and suddenly your vision was blurry with tears.

“I-I have to go.” But your companion held tight, his own blue eyes staring at you with an apt fascination. You could see the way his brain was ticking over, analysing each and every part of you but you refused to give anything away. “Let me leave.” 

You tried to pull from his hold and instead you were pushed into another one. Hannibal was much stronger than you remembered and he easily pulled you into his home. Will followed close behind, shutting the door with a firm slam. You would later question why he so blindly obeyed Hannibal but in the moment, you were only focused on the way your heart was breaking all over again. 

His chest was firm beneath your touch as he tugged you fully into his arms. He was older, there was no doubt about that, but the longer you looked into those golden eyes you used to know so well, the more you saw of that boy who had stolen your very soul. “My mylimasis, I never thought I would see you again.” 

Your anger flared once more, setting your veins alight with a fire you thought you had extinguished long ago. “That tends to happen when you abandon someone.” He did not even flinch at your fight.

A large, warm hand cupped your full cheek as he gazed at you just the same as he had so many years ago- you wanted to punch that look off of his face. “Even more beautiful than I remember.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, memories unearthing from the deep graves in your mind you had buried them in.

The first time you saw him, you didn’t think he was real. He was so beautiful he had to have been some sort of fae. His regal features practically glowed in the spring sunlight as he smiled at you. You could never clearly remember what he said to you that day in the flower fields by your small home but you did remember the feeling of his words- love, comfort, warmth.

But the day he left, his touch only brought you pain. You could still feel the way that the gravel sliced into your palms as you fell at his feet, begging him not to leave. He promised you the world yet he took the world from you. His eyes were dark, his lips turned down in a vicious sneer.

No matter how hard you tried, you could not forget the expression of pure hatred and disgust he held on that day. 

“You know her?” Will finally spoke from behind you. Hannibal finally looked away from you and to his patient who still stood awkwardly right in front of the door. 

“She is my first love.” He answered simply as you scoffed under your breath. “It seems fate brought my two loves to each other and then to me.” 

Your eyes went wide. “Let me go!” You thrashed violently but his grip never faltered. “You’re fucking crazy!” Hannibal never even acknowledged your struggle, instead nodding over your head towards his lover.

So caught up in your struggle, you didn’t hear the opening and subsequent shutting of a drawer before the heat of Will’s body drew closer and his breath tickled the back of your neck. “Don’t fight it, it will only make this worse.” His voice sounded cold and so unlike the man who would call you in the middle of the night to talk about a new stray dog he rescued.

You tried to turn your head but Hannibal firmly gripped your jaw, keeping you still. There was a pinch in your neck then warmth suddenly flooded through you. “Fuck you.” Even as your words slurred, the malice in your tone didn’t escape either man.

“Just close your eyes mylimasis, we will never let you go ever again.” The darkness swallowed you whole.

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“Of course we love you Darling”

This fic was inspired by a tiktok, so take that how you will. This is the first time I've published anything on Tumblr, but I have written fanfic before. So please, be gentle if this isn't great. This is a gift for my lovely Lou on their birthday, I hope you enjoy this❤️

Laying in bed was supposed to bring you a sense of peace, that you were done for the day. It was supposed to allow you time to decompress, relax, and rest so that you would feel refreshed the next day. But life has a funny way of turning things on its head. While you wished you could be relaxing, you were instead lying uncomfortably in your bed, staring at the ceiling as the day replayed in your mind. But specifically earlier when your world felt like it was thrown into a time warp. It seemed, that your brain was not ready for rest until you resolved this. With a sigh you rose up and sat on the edge of your bed, contemplating exactly how to move forward. Anyway, you look at this, you thought this is going to hurt.

Getting up you made your way out of your room, down the hall to where his familiar door was. You stood before his door for a few moments before getting your nerve and knocking. You heard some movement before you saw him pull the door open. Your eyes roved over his lithe body, clad in a soft henley and even softer-looking sweatpants that you would not think he would ever own. But, even professionals need to be comfortable at some point in their lives. Mentally shaking those thoughts away, you make eye contact with him in his doorway as he appraises you. Clearing your throat, you try and give him a forced smile. “ Hey, can I come in?” You force out, willing your voice not to shake. He gives you a small one that is only reserved for two people and steps aside to let you in. As you walk in, you notice that the room has a soft glow, proving that he does in fact use those candles that you got for his birthday this past year. As you take in his gorgeously decorated room, which frankly smells and looks amazing, you hear him shut the door and start to walk toward you.

“ Are you going to tell me why you are here little lamb?” He asks, breaking the relative silence as he observes you. “ Hanni, I just wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier, it was uncalled for and I'm deeply sorry” came your reply, genuine but timid as you looked into his deep maroon eyes. “ And what exactly are you apologizing for lamb?” “ Well, I- uh we kissed earlier. And I know you and will are happy together and it didn't mean anything. I'm sorry if I upset either of you, obviously, you don't want me to be kissing you” you ramble on, not noticing how Hannibal's gaze is darkening as you continue to inadvertently insult yourself. The words that you don't say are loud in his mind. They don't realize how we feel for them. How oblivious are they? I know they feel the same. I need to fix this, no love of mine will feel less than. “ Do not belittle our love like this, I thought our feelings were clear little one.” You stare at Hannibal in confusion, “ What do you mean our feelings? I know you two are together Hanni.” You notice his eyes darkening this time when he lets out a fond sigh, Ah they do not know, I’ll have to remedy this. “Darling, Will and I do love each other but we are an incomplete pair. We also love you little lamb.” You let out a heavy breath, “ Hannibal this isn't funny ok? I know you two don't love me, why would you?” you say as you look down, internally cursing yourself for being so stupid earlier. If you had just ignored your stupid crush on the gorgeous men, none of this would have happened. “ Hanni I know you don't love me, why would you love me if you have each other? You both are absolutely gorgeous and I'm nothing in comparison.” 

“ Since when have we ever allowed you to talk about yourself like that little one?” asks Will as he comes out of the bathroom, pulling you into his arms. You see Hannibal’s lip pull into a small smile despite his storming face. “ Darling, I know you don’t see yourself as beautiful or desired but you are completely wrong. We both want, no crave you. It's torture to see you hate and distance yourself from us when we are close. Yes, we love each other, but you make us whole.” As he finishes his frankly beautiful and infallible statement, you go to refute him when Will speaks up. “ Little one, of course we love you, you bring us both a sense of peace. You always know how to calm us both down on our bad days or just in general. You love to talk to Hanni about his passions for art and cooking and talk to me about my dogs and poetry. I know that society has told you that you need to be a certain size to be beautiful, but it's complete shit. We love you exactly as you are; our beautiful, strong, intelligent, and funny Darling. We know that you might not love yourself yet, but we will love you until you can. We want you Darling, to be ours for eternity and not a moment less. What do you say? Do you want to be ours?” He finishes his mini speech with a heart wrenching squeeze around you and that's when the dam breaks. When you finally allow yourself that lie that you tell yourself at night that it's not really there, that they don't love you to be pushed out of your mind as the tears leak down your cheeks. You feel Hannibal come and wrap his arms around you and Will, them effectively making a giant hug for you to cry your heart out in. Through the tears, you can hear them say sweet whispered truths to you, and one day you'll believe them. You are so beautiful, Darling. We love you so much. You are ours. You are loved. You are enough. I Love You.

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Hi Lovelies, this story is just the beginning for these three, as I have many more ideas for them. I wanted to dedicate this to @hannibals-favourite-meal as they are my soulmate and its their birthday! I hope you had a great day darling, 21 will never look better than it does on you. I love you! Thank you for reading 💖💝

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Summary: Bucky needs to fill you up after seeing you in the costume you wore to tony's party.

Pairing: Bucky x Plus-sized! Reader

Word count: 600

Warnings: 18+!! SMUT!, CREAMPIE/BREEDING KINK!, unprotected sex. 

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Bucky was on you the instant you entered the bedroom after leaving Tony's Halloween party. His lips kissed every inch of exposed skin. He couldn't take his hands or his gaze away from you. The costume you picked caused his trousers to tighten, and he resisted the impulse to take you right there at the party. With all of the sexual tension that builds up over the night, he eventually hits his breaking point.

Bucky's hands work their way up and down your plump sides, tugging your costume up and over your hips. "God, you are a nasty girl," he says as he kisses your neck, and you feel his lips brush across a sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to shiver between your legs. Bucky begins to nibble on that specific area, and you moan arching your back. Your hand slips down and brushes up against his noticeable bulge.

"Fuck, you are eager for your Sargent?" His left hand moves away from your side and slips between your legs, cupping your cunt. "Are you already wet?, Do you like the idea of me touching you?" You whine as he rubs your swollen cilt, spreading your slick all over. "James… Oh, it feels amazing..." You grip his wrist, attempting to draw his hand closer.

He drew back from you before you could really savor the experience, saying, "No, I need you so badly, please." You whimper gently. Bucky smirks as he looks you up and down, "Undress and get on the bed," you moan at his dominance. You quickly slip your custom up and off and hurry near the bed. Bucky quickly follows your lead and undresses himself and then makes his way to the bed.  

He was on you in a flash, and he wasted no time."You're so big…" Bucky strokes his cock, lining it with your sopping cunt. Bucky moves forward and links his lips with yours, silencing your moans as he pushes in. "O-oh…" His hands go down and hold your hips, pushing deeply, quickly, and roughly into your tight walls. "Fuck, you feel amazing, doll." Your legs encircle him, drawing him closer to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head while he thrusts deep into you, reaching areas you've never been. "I can't wait to fill you up with my cum."He groans, engrossed in the sensation of you. 

"Oh fuck James, Yes!" You panted as he drove himself within you, your thighs straining around his waist. Bucky murmured on your neck, nothing would ever match the sensation of his initial entrance into you, your pussy moist and fluttering around his sensitive cockhead. “I have to cum in you bunny, I can’t pull out ” he rolled his hips, keeping his body pressed against you while suckling on the sensitive skin of your neck to try and keep himself quiet but it was impossible. 

" you're ready for little Bucky running around?" His voice is so soft, and you hum as it reaches your ears. “Cum Bucky!”  You ground your hips upwards on him, squeezing around his cock making him cry out from stimulation. 

“I’m cumming, Fuck! ” Your heart warms as he surrounds you. Bucky grunts, closing his eyes as he empties himself inside of you, burying himself deep so his cum doesn’t leak as quickly. He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much, baby.” he pulls you closer, hugging you against his body, not pulling out of you.

“I love you too, Bucky.” You mutter, pulling his face to yours in a deep kiss. 

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The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 11

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Summary: Lazy Friday. This chapter contains: Nudity, mentions of child abuse Word count: 2.5K Note: This chapter is a bit different from the others. Not much plot happening, just some domesticity and slice of life moments. I typically like all my chapters to propel the story in a significant way, but I also enjoy writing about simple things that make up a life. Let me know if you enjoy these slow moments!

You laid on the couch with Daryl. He had his back against the armrest and you sat between his legs.

You sighed happily. “Just think: we get to do this for the next two days.”

“Mmmhmm,” Daryl mumbled, holding you close. "'m gonna need something' ta eat 'fore I hike yer skirt back up. Ya still got that delivery shit on yer phone?"

You sat up, full of excitement. Daryl leaned forward, keeping you in his arms. 

“No delivery today,” you announced. “I’m making dinner!”

Daryl nuzzled your cheek. “Didn’ know ya could cook. Yer full’a surprises, a’int’cha.”

You wiggled in his grasp trying to stand up. Once you were free, you smiled at him. “Good surprises, I hope.”

Daryl stood up, too, then put his arms around you until his hands were palming your ass again. “Mmmhmm, real good.”

“Don’t get me wound up again. You said you were hungry.” You slipped away from his hold, reaching for the remote to your smart-tv and your glasses. You put your glasses on and handed him the remote.  “You stay here. Watch whatever you want while I’m gone.”

However, by the time you were in the other room, Daryl was again at your back, large hands sliding around your hips.

His voice rumbled in your ear. “What for? I missed ya somethin’ awful--I wanna talk to ya.”

Reaching for your apron, you tried to put some distance between the two of you, but Daryl stayed close. You turned to face him. “My kitchen, my rules, Dixon.  You’re too handsy to be in here when I’m cooking.”

He traced your neckline with his nose and kissed your sensitive skin. “Why doncha jus’ order some Chinese or somethin’?”

Pushing him away, you replied, “Because I have been planning this meal all week, and I want to make it. For you. Okay?” You did your best to stare him down, but that was hard to do when you had to strain your neck to look up at him.

“Fer me?” he murmured, eyes narrowed.

“Yes, ‘fer’ you. Now get.” You slapped him gently with your Hannibal apron and started putting it on. Screen-printed on the front of the garment was Mads Mikkelson, as Hannibal Lecter, holding a butcher knife that dripped blood. The blood droplets went on to form the words. “Kiss the Cook,” in an unsettling blood-red print.

Daryl grunted at you and backed up a few steps, looking you up and down. “Whatcha gonna fry up?” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. 

You stared at him, refusing to be distracted by his handsome face. “You, if you don’t get out of here!”

He threw up his hands in surrender and backed out of the room.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the fridge and got to work.

Daryl sighed as he sat down on your couch. The furniture, the room, it was all much more cozy and welcoming than he remembered, but he had spent the last week sitting in a folding chair and sleeping on the floor. Your apartment was so much more inviting than  the house he’d been working on. The couch he sat on had a couple of throw pillows, as did the two chairs, and knitted afghans were draped over the back of each piece of furniture. He noticed lace curtains, dark violet, almost black, hung over the windows, and that you also had black-out curtains currently drawn back. Hopefully those let you sleep in when you needed it. Daryl didn’t want you getting too tired or worn out from your busy days.

Almost subconsciously he took in the details of the room, noting colors  and decor that you’d added. Later, he might be able to recall them so that the house he would share with you could feel just as cozy and warm as your apartment did right now.

With the remote, Daryl “woke up” the TV and put on a documentary series about crab fishermen. It was a series he liked to watch when it was on. The hardened determination of the boat captains and the perseverance of the crew were all things Daryl could relate to.  However, after the opening theme played, Daryl’s eyes started drooping. It wasn’t long after until he found himself slumping deeper into the couch. A moment later, his unshod feet were up on the cushion, his legs stretching to the other end.  A dark teal afghan was nearby, and soon he covered himself with it. The blanket smelled just like you, and the couch smelled like you both. Just as the soft yarn of the afghan soothed his skin, the intermingling of your scents wrapped around his soul, lulling him into a carefree slumber.

In the kitchen you finished plating. You knew Daryl probably wouldn’t mind a less than perfect plate of food, but you wanted him to feel special, wanted this evening to be special. For both of you.

Satisfied with the arrangement of the food, you opened the freezer and took out the two beer mugs that had been frosting in there most of the day. You filled each with beer. Then, you balanced the plates and mugs and carried everything to the living room.

An episode of The Deadliest Catch was nearing its end, and you absently wondered if you should put on a John Coltrane album or something by Miles Davis. However, once you fully entered the room, the sight of Daryl asleep on your couch took your breath away. You quietly set the plates and mugs on the coffee table, dinner momentarily forgotten as you watched your mate. 

You were captivated by the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath one of your first knitting projects. When you looked at the teal blanket, you saw every imperfection, yet the afghan was dear to you. You remembered clearly knitting it, hours upon hours. Woven into the yarn were memories.  To see Daryl wrapped up in it, the edge of the blanket tucked under his chin, filled you with a sense of comfort and belonging.

This was the first time you saw Daryl entirely relaxed. No tension in his brow or jaw, no scowl upon his mouth. His lips parted slightly with each exhale, steady and slow. That Daryl, your fierce alpha, could relax so fully in your cozy apartment had you proud and full of adoration for the man in your living room.

You sank into the nearby chair and watched him for a little longer.  Eventually you succumbed to your hunger and quietly ate your dinner. Afterwards, you put away Daryl’s plate, and drank his beer. Whenever he finished with his nap, you’d serve it all to him again.

In the meantime, you put on an episode of Survivorman. Les Stroud was fascinating to watch. You’d never had a desire to try your hand at wilderness survival, but the problem solving skills, the ingenuity, always sparked your insatiable need to learn.  Although your chosen field was anthropology, all aspects of life intrigued you. From the symmetry and balance of plate tectonics to the predictable rhythm of a Shakespearean sonnet.  The world humans lived in, and the way humankind navigated it, was always fascinating.

Keeping the tv on a low volume, you quietly took out your current knitting project: a scarf. It was striped, somewhat, with the main color in big blocks of 10 rows, separated with a contrasting color of single rows in between each block. The large blocks were the exact blue of Daryl’s eyes; the contrasting color matched your own.  The scarf was coming along nicely and fairly quickly. You carried it around with you everywhere, using a spare moment here and there to work a few stitches or a few rows. You could only make it when Daryl wasn’t nearby. So it was vital that you finished his gift before he finished his work on the house.

Taking a pair of unused bamboo needles from your knitting kit, you carefully transferred your project from your metal needles to the wooden ones. The bamboo needles slowed your work significantly, as they were of a slightly tougher texture, however, they did not clang with each stitch. You had other gifts to make that others couldn’t see. Ro would get a knitted beanie along with some matching fingerless gloves. You thought of knitting Merle a chunky sweater. You could do it if the yarn was thick enough and the needles large enough. Of course, you would never make Daryl a sweater. The boyfriend curse loomed too large in your mind to even contemplate such a project.

As evening melted into night, without Daryl not so much as stirring, you realized how tired he must be. Had he been working too hard? Not sleeping well?  You had some trouble sleeping, yourself. Waking in the middle of the night, overwhelmed with a phantom loneliness, an ache inside that you’d not felt before meeting Daryl.  You often had to cover up with his denim jacket, clutching to it like it were your mate. Did Daryl have the same trouble sleeping without you?

Your eyes stung at the thought. You wanted only good things for Daryl, a steady job that was gratifying but not taxing, a cozy and safe place to sleep at night, and dreams filled with hope and laughter.  Soon that would happen. Soon you’d fall asleep beside him every night, and maybe Daryl looked forward to that time as much as you did.

When Daryl woke up, the apartment was still and quiet. Were it not for the campus lights shining brightly outside your window, he might have forgotten where he was. He sat up and checked the time on his phone and saw it was just after 3 A.M. Guilt came swiftly, as did regret. He’d slept away the whole evening and half the night, wasting time alone on the couch instead of spending it cuddling (or fucking) you.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he saw you’d left him a message telling him his food was in the fridge and to come to bed if he wanted.

As if on cue, his stomach rumbled and he made his way into the kitchen.

After eating the plate of food (each bite was more delicious than the last), he quietly washed his plate and utensils.

In the bedroom you were asleep on the bed with the soft light from a table lamp shining next to you. You still had your glasses on, and they sat crookedly. Slowly he removed them and set them on the bedside table before watching you again. 

You were on top of the covers, curled up beneath another afghan and his denim jacket. His heart pounded fiercely; he found the sight both soothing and scintillating. A comfort to see you nestled so, yet despair that he was not beside you.

The day’s stink and labor clung to him, so he resolved to take a quick shower before joining you. He wanted to sleep skin-to-skin, no barriers between you, aside from his unbuttoned shirt. He’d happily pass the entire weekend like that, with your naked body pressed against him.

The sound of the shower woke you up, and rather than be annoyed at the sound, a grin formed on your face. You hurriedly rid yourself of your tshirt and scrambled to the bathroom, eager to join your mate under the hot water and touch every bit of him with a soapy sponge.

You walked into the bathroom and pulled back the  shower curtain just enough to poke your head in.

“Boo!” you announced, giggling. 

Your laughter ceased abruptly when your eyes landed on Daryl’s back. You gasped, stepping into the shower/tub combo. As you did, Daryl turned swiftly around, nearly slipping on the wet porcelain until you steadied him.

“Daryl,” you half-whispered, touching his chest. “What happened?”

Daryl tried to back away from you, holding a washcloth in one fist, but there was nowhere for him to go.

His eyes were frantic, as if he were caught by something (or someone) intent on hurting him.

“Alpha,” you soothed, reaching for his face and cupping his cheek. “It’s just me, just us.”

He blinked at you, droplets of water sticking to the ends of his eyelashes, making him even more alluring.

“‘S nothin’,” he murmured. “‘Ya caught my shadow is all.”

“I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Ya--ya ain’t s’pposed ta see me like this.”

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes. “Naked? Wet? I’m your true mate, aren’t I? Why would you hide from me?”

Daryl huffed. His frantic expression changed into a blank look. Without turning around, he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, avoiding your eyes.

You followed him out, and you both stood silently, dripping on the rug. You watched Daryl reaching backward for a towel, almost adamant you not see him fully.

Your skin slick from the water, you cornered him, pressing your body into his and throwing your arms around him. Your tears joined the water dripping from your wet hair. “Please don’t hide from me, love,” you begged. “I care for all of you, not parts of you.”

Daryl let out a shuddering breath. A few seconds passed, and he gave up his search for a towel and reached for you instead.

He kissed you, holding tightly to your jaw with both hands, molding his lips to yours until you almost melted to the floor with the passion of his kiss. He pulled away enough to look down into your eyes. Then, he lifted your arms away from his middle, and he turned around.

You traced the scars with a finger, touching each one. As you did this, you found it alarmingly easy to imagine the pain they’d caused, even though you’d never experienced anything like it. Was that due to your connection? Even without you being claimed and wearing his mark?

Daryl’s breathing slowed, and he held himself still. Eventually, he spoke.

“I was young, prolly ‘bout fourteen. Not tall ‘nough ta look tha’ ol’ man in ‘is eyes. Merle was long gone--Marines took ‘im. Jus’ me an’ my old man. No one else ta hit but me.”

You kissed his back and smoothed your hands over the toned muscles there. “What about your mom?”

“She took the easy way out.”

It took a moment before you understood. Suicide.

Daryl grabbed a towel and put it around you. ”Jus’ don’ tell Merle.”

“Merle doesn’t know?”

Daryl shook his head, causing his wet hair to hang over his eyes.

You put a hand on his chest. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He put his hand over yours, gazing at you through the tendrils of his wet hair. “He’ll blame himself.” Daryl took a deep breath. “A’int his fault. Couldn’t’ve been.”

You didn’t quite understand but you whispered, “Okay,” and put your forehead in the crook of his shoulder.  “I promise.”

Daryl used his free hand to lift your chin so you were looking at him. “I know I ain’t much to look at, not like this. I’d get if ya don’ wan’ me no more. “

“Daryl,” you gasped, tears pricking your eyes. “I think you’re gorgeous. I have since I first saw you. You have the most beautiful eyes, and you’re so strong. Look at all these muscles.” You grinned and ran your hands along his arms. Noticing a blush on his ears and creeping up his chest, you went on. “Everything about you I find wonderful, beautiful, including what I just saw tonight. You’re my mate, Alpha. Nothing could stop me from wanting you.”

He turned again, now facing you with a towel in his hand. He wrapped you in it and lifted you off the floor.

He carried you to the bedroom and put you down near the bed, drying you off before taking the towel to himself and tossing  it to the side.

You both got into bed. Daryl leaned with his back against the headboard and you kneeled next to him. 

“I want to have your pups,” you said, watching him. “I’ve always wanted a pack, a family, Daryl. Something to be part of, with a mate and pups to love. I was all alone growing up, and it sounds like you were, too, at least some of the time. As long as we’re together, neither one of us will be alone again.”

You lay down beside him, resting your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat in your ear.

“It really don’t bother ya?” He whispered, tracing a finger behind your ear.

You peered over at him. “No, Alpha. To me, you are strong; you’re perfect. Made for me.”

“Yer perfect, too, Bubbie.” Daryl whispered, holding you close and pulling the covers over you. He kissed your forehead and pressed you tightly against him. 

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Batman and Hannibal AU : Where to go?

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by Wittysunflower

Sometimes you don’t know things that you thought you knew. Where life brought (y/n) to a beautiful place, she should have been cautious because everything you see isn’t always what it seems and beautiful place isn’t always what they say.

Words: 6845, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Batman - All Media Types, DCeased (DC Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Chubby Reader - Character, Plus size reader - Character, midsize reader - Character, Curvy Reader - Character, Hannibal Lecter, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Original Characters

Relationships: Bruce wayne x chubby reader, Bruce wayne x curvy reader, Bruce wayne x plus size reader, Bruce wayne x midsize reader, Batman x chubby reader, Hannibal Lecter x chubby reader, Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader, Hannibal Lecter x midsize reader, Hannibal Lecter x curvy reader

Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore, Angst, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Fantasy, Abusive Relationships, Toxic Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Dark, Starvation, Extreme diet, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unhealthy diet

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Replacement Therapy

Yandere!Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader

In a desperate attempt to save your marriage, you begin to attend counseling with the famed Doctor Lecter but soon enough, things begin to take a turn. Based on prompt by @queenstarlight2

Warnings: mention of cheating, VERY INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONSHIP, reader has defined married name (let me know if you recognise it), reader is ever so slightly naive and easy to manipulate, insecurity (not explicitly mentioned what they are), murder, blood, little bit of humping and making out, implied smut, nudity

WC: 2.6k

A/N: I'm so sorry if I didn't do this prompt justice!!

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It was embarrassing, truly. Your husband said it was a disgrace too. But here you were, attending marriage counseling alone. There was no one else in the luxurious waiting room and you were grateful for that small reprieve, you don’t think you could have handled any more humiliation today.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter came highly regarded as the best (and most expensive) therapist in the state. So, foolishly, you had signed yourself and your husband of three years up for a session to see if you could fix your marriage. After all, it had been your fault that he cheated on you with his secretary, you were the one that selfishly denied him.

“Mrs Hansen?” You looked up to see a very well dressed older man standing in the doorway. His yellow eyes were fixated on you like a predator watching their prey but it didn’t scare you. You nodded and he shifted so his lean body was side on, gesturing for you to enter his office. Gathering up your coat and purse, you walked in.

The office was really quite lovely, walls covered in books, beautiful leather chairs and an ornate desk made you feel as if you had stepped into someone’s home rather than a psychiatrist’s practice. “Can I take your coat Mrs Hansen?” Dr Lecter stepped closer, offering his large hand to you.

“Um yes, thank you.” Your hands brushed as you gave him the expensive coat Lloyd bought for you. He smiled kindly at you before he turned his back so he could hang the garment up on the rack next to his own. You noted his suit, it was similar to the suits associates of your husband’s wore: expensive, exclusive.

“Take a seat and we can begin.” The smooth leather squeaked against the bare skin of your legs as you sat, the sound filling the otherwise silent office. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you quickly tugged down the hem of your dress over the expanse of your plump thighs. 

The doctor soon found his own seat opposite you. He unbuttoned his suit jacket as he did, taking on a relaxed air, as if he were about to watch television or read a book. It put you immediately at ease. “So tell me, why do you believe you are in need of counseling?” His voice was smooth and rich like an aged whiskey. 

“Well, recently, my husband and I have been going through a rough patch and I thought-“ You started, nervously playing with the gaudy wedding ring on your finger when Doctor Lecter stopped you.

“I asked why you needed counseling, not your husband. I do not doubt that he is in need of it but I make it a habit not to diagnose in absentia. So Mrs Hansen, I ask again; why do you need help?” The silence was deafening as his words sunk in. When was the last time someone offered to help? You were lost in your own mind, the questions consuming you.

But the doctor was patient, simply letting you experience your thoughts without any interruption. Too lost in your spiraling mind, you didn’t see how his eyes trailed down the length of your plump body, taking in each and every detail like you were some rare and beautiful creature. “I-I don’t know Doctor Lecter. I feel like I can’t be fixed but maybe my marriage can.”

“And why is it so important that you fix the marriage that is obviously making you unhappy?” Your head shot up with such a force your neck clicked.

“I’m not unhappy, I love my husband.” He tsked and leaned back in his seat, crossing one long leg over the other.

“Now now Mrs Hansen, I don’t tolerate liars in this office. I respect you enough to tell you to tell the truth and I expect the same respect from you.” You felt like a scolded child under the scrutinizing gaze of a parent. 

You didn’t realise you were crying until the tears fell onto your folded hands, rolling down onto your dress. “I love my husband.” You emphasised half-heartedly. Your voice thickened as more tears welled up, making your vision swim.

“And I do not doubt that my dear. But those we love can make us unhappy. And it is in your best interest to recognise that.” A box of tissues appeared before you, you took the whole thing. “How about we start at what makes you happy, do you have any hobbies?”

——————

Your sessions with Doctor Lecter, Hannibal as he insisted you call him, were the highlight of your week. Everything was getting better! Lloyd had even stopped pestering you about it, just sending you out the door with his black card to pay for it.

Hannibal had been wonderful, he helped you rediscover old passions and find new ones to keep your mind occupied during the day since Lloyd insisted you become a housewife after you were married. You felt lighter and truly happier. 

But the only downside to this whole thing was your unfortunate crush on the older man. Who could blame you? He was sauve and sophisticated but not condescending. He was kind but not a roll over. He was handsome but not unobtainable. He knew your soul better than Lloyd, he always seemed to know what you needed, whether it be a shoulder to cry on or someone to laugh with you. He recommended wines and getaways, museums and art galleries, he had even picked out a new perfume for you that had made your husband go absolutely feral for you.

A part of you wished you had met the doctor before Lloyd. You often wondered what your life would have been like if he was the one that swept you off your feet first. 

“How have you been this week? Have you been journalling like I asked you to?” You nodded, a large smile on your face. You pulled the beautiful leather-bound journal from your bag and handed it over to the good doctor without hesitation.

“Yep! Just like you told me to! One entry in the morning as soon as I get up and one at night right before I go to bed.” Hannibal winked at you from over his glasses.

“Very good girl." He purred before opening the book and beginning to read. It had been a strange request, to write down all your thoughts and actions through the day, including, well more like emphasising anything sexual that happened, especially if you pleasured yourself. But you trusted Hannibal and knew that he would do whatever was best for you.

“I see you and Mr Hansen had intercourse this week.” Your breath caught in your throat at his tone and the sudden frown marring his perfect face. Shamefully, you looked down at your lap.

“Yes we did.”

“But you write that you didn’t enjoy it. Can you tell me why?” Because I was thinking about you the whole time and what you would feel like inside of me instead of him. But you couldn’t say that to your therapist.

So you just shrugged. “I guess I wasn’t in the mood.” But like all lies you told him, Hannibal saw right through it, although, this time, he didn’t make any comment.

“I hope you were able to take care of yourself after then, I would hate to think that he left you feeling vulnerable and unsafe.” You most certainly had. A quick trip to the bathroom after he fell asleep with your waterproof vibrator and a tub full of hot soapy water and fixed the ache between your thighs. Especially when you called out Hannibal’s name when you climaxed.

“I took a hot bath and drank a glass of that red wine you recommended last week.” He nodded approvingly, the smile returning to his lips as he placed the book on the side table next to him. His legs spread slightly and you could not help but sneak a quick glance at the sizeable bulge hidden by his navy pinstripe pants.

Your eyes snapped back up to his own as he began to speak again. “Now this is a strange question but I find it useful to ask my patients this sometimes. How many times do you think you have had sex with your husband?” 

“What?” You breathed, legitimately shocked by the question. How could he even ask that? But like he could read your mind, Hannibal explained himself.

“I only ask because to a woman such as yourself who values intimacy and physical connection, sex is a very important and healthy part of a relationship. Knowing how often you and Mr Hansen engaged in such acts, and by focusing on how often it used to occur versus now can give me a better idea as to the state of your marriage.” 

Sceptically, you withdrew slightly, thinking about the many times you had been intimate with Lloyd. It hurt to reminisce on the times before your marriage when he was your whole world and you were his. When did it change? Or was it ever like that? “We dated for three months before we got married. We used to have sex at least twice a day. And then on the honeymoon it was pretty much a 12 hour affair every day. But about a month after we got back, the sex stopped. Since then it’s maybe been 10 or 20 times.” Hannibal slumped forward, his scruffy chin coming to rest on his intertwined fingers as he did the math in his head. 

“It isn’t unusual for couples to stop being intimate but it is certainly questionable for the sex to stop so quickly after it frequently occurred. Is there any reason you believe this has happened?” And like you couldn’t stop it, you started spilling your deepest and darkest secrets to him, just like all the times before.

——————

Fridays were reserved for Hannibal, you made that very clear to your life partner and apparently, he had taken full advantage of that. You stared at his computer in complete disbelief. There were thousands of messages from hundreds of women, each detailing the dirty and almost borderline illegal acts he committed with them.

You hadn’t meant to snoop, only wanting to find your mother’s pie recipe to give to Hannibal for today’s session but the logs were right there! Like he wanted you to find them. In a haze, you printed out as many of the chats as you could and stuffed them into your purse.

“Hmm.” Hannibal hummed as he looked over the various sheets of paper. His face remained neutral but inside he was seething. You had already confided in him about your husband's past ‘indiscretions’ and your insecurity about pleasing him sexually. “I won’t ask you how you feel about these chats because that would be unhelpful so instead I’m going to ask about what you wish to do about it.”

You had his undivided attention, his amber eyes locked on you as he awaited your decision. “I want to leave him.” Hannibal’s shoulders dropped almost imperceptibly. “B-but I can’t afford the divorce. All of our money is his.” 

Slipping from his seat, he knelt before you as if in worship. Your legs squeezed together, both to sate your arousal from his close proximity and to prevent him catching sight of your soaked panties. “You needn’t worry my flower, I have more than enough money to buy your freedom.” 

“I can’t let you do that Hannibal. You’ve done so much for me already and I’ll forever be grateful but this is something I need to do on my own.” His eyes grew softer, filled with swirling emotion. Palms skated up your leg, cupping the side of your knee in a grip far too tight to be friendly.

The doctor was close enough now you could study the details of his face far more than you ever could before.  Your gaze followed the lines of his wrinkles, going from the crows feet by his eyes to the smile lines on his cheeks. Then to his lips. “I would do anything for you, my flower, you never have to ask.” Slowly, his hands moved higher and his lean body closer. His broad shoulders forced your legs apart so he could rest between them. “If I cannot give you financial support, let me offer you my home, at least until you are on your own two feet.”

You could not speak, too lost in the idea of surging forward and finally kissing him. “Ok.” You murmured, conceding to his wishes. 

“Wonderful. Then how about we wrap up this session early so we can get you home and fed.” You whined low in your throat as he slipped away but thankfully, he didn’t hear you. He helped you to your feet and then turned to fetch your coats

“Whatever you want, Doctor.” You said jokingly. He laughed but you missed the truly wicked grin spreading over his face. Oh yes, whatever he wants indeed.

——————

You were truly beautiful when you slept. It was like all of your worries and stresses washed away, leaving you almost fae-like in appearance. Hannibal had lost count of the amount of times he had snuck into your home to catch a glimpse of your resting form. He had drawn you each time, and each time, he took something of yours. A lock of your hair, a piece of jewelry, even several panties from your hamper., things you wouldn’t really notice if they went missing.

But now, you were here, in his home and in his bed. You were his.

He had hoped that you would have come to your senses months ago and realised that he would be a better lover than this worm of a man could ever be. But it seems that you needed a bit more of a push to fall into his arms. 

The messages had been easy to fake. He knew you wanted a hero to come and save you from your husband, the chats had been the perfect excuse to come to him. 

You shifted in your sleep and the dark sheets pooled around your wide hips, exposing the way his own shirt stretched across your large body. He could even see how your nipples pebbled in the chilly air of the room. “Absolutely divine.” He could not help himself.

As quietly as he could, Hannibal slipped into the bed beside you, not caring that he was staining the bedding with the still wet blood that covered his naked skin. Your legs fell open easily, allowing him to crawl up your body, taking his rightful place above you.

Red began to seep through your white shirt, blooming like a flower. “My beautiful, perfect flower.” He nosed along your pulse point, inhaling your alluring scent like he needed it to live. You were so soft and warm, he had no doubt you would be absolutely delectable but he was far far too selfish to let you go.

His hips nudged into your own, unable to keep himself from seeking out the warmth of your core. “H-Hannibal?” Your eyes were barely open but they were dark with lust, almost as if you had been expecting him like this.

“I am sorry to have woken you my flower but you were far too alluring for me to just walk away.” He returned to your neck, now licking at your slightly salty skin. 

“Oh fuck.” You moaned, your hips canting upwards, bumping into his cock. You wrapped your arms around his muscular back, encouraging him to continue his ministrations. “Is this a dream?”

Hannibal planted his forearm by your head so he could guide your shapely leg over his waist. “If it is, I hope we never wake because I have lots I must do with you.” Your fingers tangled in his silvery hair, overcome with electricity in your veins.

“You have slept with your idiotic husband almost 400 times and I must scrub away his touch from your heavenly body.” 

“Should we get started then?” You asked coyly and Hannibal couldn’t help but oblige you.

Prompt: Imagine yandere Hannibal asking how often you and your husband have had sex during a therapy session, saying it might be making you unhappy. When the reason he asked was that he wanted to know how many times he was going to have to fuck you to make you forget about your husband

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So, I want to share with you a few things. Rules for Requesting, a little FAQ, and Will and Won't Write List. I've been meaning to make this, and I have a separate page for it, but not many people think of visiting said page because not many people use them. So I figured I would also post this here. If you ever have any questions, don't ever hesitate to send me an anon ask if you want to ask without revealing yourself, or just drop an inbox. Sorry for the long post.

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Q. Do you Roleplay?

A. You know what?! I DO! Now I prefer discord RP right now, I am not a fan of roleplay through Tumblr. I also RP original built characters. Now I’m not opposed to you rping as a character, but chances are I will not take on said character.

Q. Do you write RPF or AU?

A. I do. As stated above. I pride myself on not limiting what or who I write for. I’ve written a few RPF pieces and I don’t mind it at all. Just tell me what it is you’re lookin for. 

Q. Do you write things other than smut?

A. Yes! It's as simple as requesting it.

Q. How long have you been creative writing?

A. I’ve been creative writing for a very long time, let me just say my creative writing age can legally drink now! LOL I love to write, I love being creative and I love when the requester is involved and excited about it, it makes it so much more worth it to me to produce the content. I’ve been roleplaying just as long so to me, writing is almost second nature.

Okay, now, there’s not much in the way of what I will not write. So I will provide you a list of what I will not write. 

1. Minor Characters or Minor Readers

2. Pedophilia in any light. 

3. Bestiality in any light. (Monster fucking is different in my opinion… I’ll write werewolf smut anyway.)

4. The same request for different characters. 

5. I have a hard time with writing yandere readers… for some reason they piss me off, does that mean I won’t write for them? No, that just means you may end up with a shorter than usual fic if I am having a hard time with it.

Okay, now that that is out of the way. I truly have no real limits. My trigger warnings are vast. They very. 

►Yandere!Character

►Dark!Character/Fic

►Bondage

►Rape

►Murder

►CNC

►Dub-con

►Blood & Gore

►Powerplays

►Sex in public places

►Group sex

►Adult Grooming

►Stockholm Syndrome

►Sexual slavery

►Drugs & Liquor use

►Kinks - blood, daddy, breeding, pregnancy, gun, knife, military, uniform…

►You know what… When in doubt, just ask. Chances are I’ll write it!

[the-vex-archives]

Slashers Masterlist (2024)

Hannibal Lector

Oneshots

"Alien and a Cannibal" ( x Venom! Plus Size! Reader )

@hannibals-favourite-meal

A curious new investigative reporter becomes Hannibal the Cannibal’s new interest, and maybe dinner, but her heart is just as dark as his.

Billy Lenz

Headcanons

Billy being bested at his own game by his male future S/O 18+

@slasherhaven

[ladyxskywalker]

April 2022, part. one

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist May 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

prompt – place: in the water reason: life or death by @labyrinth-runner (mermaid!reader)

✨ Armitage Hux

The Trick by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader)

✨ Cobb Vanth

What Our Scars Remind Us by @flightlessangelwings (tbobf) (gn!reader)

✨ Din Djarin

Affection by @lightsinthedistancee (gn!reader)

The Covert by @juletheghoul (cam boy din) (f!reader) **

The Greenhouse by @lowlights (victorian era au) (gardener!din) (f!reader) **

Just Loss by @dvnvln (f!reader)

More Than A Feeling by @mandelirious (gn!reader) **

Siren by @ezrasbirdie (gn!reader)

prompt – ‘vanilla/slow, soft’ kinktober by @letterfromvienna (mand’alor din) (f!reader) **

✨ Grogu

Little Cold Fingers by @anxiety-riddled-mando (grogu, din x oc)

✨ Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Discothèque by @clydesducktape (hannibal au) (dr. kylo ren) (fbi forensic consultant reader)

If I Asked You to Stay, Would You? By @a-reader-and-a-writer (f!reader)

Man or a Monster…? By @mylifeisactuallyamess (soulmate au) (ben solo) (f!reader)

✨ Luke Skywalker

Don’t Make Me Choose (two parts) by @full-time-make-believer (gn!reader)

Welcome Distractions by @full-time-make-believer (gn!reader)

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Brewing Tea & Sandstorms by @laserbrains (gn!reader)

Light in the Dark (series) by @purelyfiction (modern au) (doctor!obi) (f!reader)

Stranded (series) by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories (afab!oc)

To Dwell on Dreams by @spicemaidenfic (jedi!f!reader) **

Turbulence by @star-whores-a-new-hoe (afab!reader) **

Up All Night by @vi-does-stuff (a/b/o au) (alpha!obi) (omega!f!reader) **

✨ Original Characters

Stars in their Multitudes (series) by @jedi-valjean (star wars) (les misérables) (original characters) (original jedi characters) (original imperial characters) (twi’lek characters)

✨ Poe Dameron

If The Galaxy Was Ending by @starryeyedstories (gn!reader)

No More Wasted Time (series) by @againstacecilia (modern au) (afab!reader) **

You Almost Died And You’re Making Jokes? by @a-reader-and-a-writer (gn!reader)

Your Love Is Sunlight by @acedameron (f!reader) **

prompt – relief after a dangerous situation by @dailyreverie (gn!reader)

prompt – seeing you in a new dress by @dailyreverie (f!reader)

ROGUE ONE

✨ Baze Malbus

Healing by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill) (gn!reader)

✨ Bodhi Rook

Warm Hearted by @uwingdispatch (chronically ill) (gn!reader)

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

Dancing in the Rain by @waywardimpalawriter (plus size!f!reader)

Three Strikes and You’re In, Crush (series) by @rayslittlekitten (benny x ofc) (will x f!reader)

Why Ya Wanna (sequel to Dancing in the Rain) by @waywardimpalawriter (plus size!f!reader)

✨ Frankie Morales

Our Little Secret (series) by @icanbeyourjedi (f!reader) **

Saccharine by @forever-rogue (f!reader) **

✨ Will Ironhead Miller

Coach Miller by @marvelousmermaid (platonic!bff!will) (f!reader)

Modern Muse by @rayslittlekitten (photographer!will) (fiancé(e)!gn!reader)

Patience by @ohheyitsokay (f!reader) **

✨ Santiago Garcia

A Little Bit of Hope (Part 1) (series) by @artemiseamoon (f!reader)

prompt – ‘that’s it, that’s my girl’ by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

see part two for more multi fandom fic recs ! moon knight, pedro pascal, charlie hunnam, amazing spiderman, bridgerton, marvel

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

Jealousy

Summary: Thor’s jealousy for Steve plays into your fantasy.  

Paring: Thor x Plus-sized reader. Steve x Plus -sized reader, Thor x plus-sized reader x Steve.  

Word count: 1.89k  

Dividers: @firefly-graphics 

Warnings: SMUT!!, mention of insecure Thor, threesome, dirty talk, jealousy Thor (yes that’s a warning)   

A/N: This idea came to my head after reading @hannibals-favourite-meal  NSFW headcanon for Thor. Also this is my first time writing smut and something like this!  so please bear with me it’s not the best!.   

Jealousy was always something that never looked good on anyone except for Thor that is. The reason for saying that is because he'd get jealous so easily to the point where he would  remain calm and collected for the most part but you could tell when he was getting close to his breaking point. His body language said it all when he'd shift and place his arm around your plump waist possessively claiming what's. 

That leads you to where you are now pinned down on the bed with your dress long gone, make up  and hair all  messed up with Captain America and  the god of thunder pounding into you as if there was no tomorrow and you loved every second of it.  

“ Aww look at my dove crying you wanted this, now take it” 

All you could do was whimper as you felt Thor thrust into you from below as Steve pulled out from behind you and back in. They created a rhythm that set your body on fire in the best way possible.  

“ Be a good girl sunshine” Steve groaned in your ear. 

“ Answer him my dove” 

“ ye- yess captain, mhm so close”  you were cut off as you let out a pornograpic moan. 

“Aww she wants to cum should we let her Steve?” Thor gave him a devilish smirk. 

  “ Beg for it sunshine” Steve now slapped your already redden ass from the early slaps Thor gave you for being a brat. You couldn’t help but moan again as he pulled your hips back to his frame. 

“Please let me cum please my king! ``With that Thor pulled you down to his face and gave you a rough yet passionate kiss and that made you come undone. 

“ Thor I won’t last long I’m close- ” Steve was fighting for dear life to not cum inside you. It was the ONE rule Thor made clear to Steve.  

2 hours earlier: 

Both Thor and you were open and honest with each other. You had the type of relationship that many people can only dream about. So Obviously the discussion of  your sex life had come up with what both of your  fantasy’s and desire were. One happening to be a threesome with Captain America himself. 

Thor expressed his feelings of concern and jealousy he had when it came to Steve. Nothing less you reassured him how you did not have any romantic feelings or attraction to him you both continued to discuss and Thor later on brought the topic up again. 

That leads to Tony’s party tonight. Thor had mentioned and discussed with Steve about the whole ordeal, he was simply okay with it and also expressed to Thor that he wanted some fun and that he did not have any attraction to you other than a friend. 

So you'd dress up in your finest dress and have your hair and makeup done, you even wore his favorite lingerie set. It was hard for Thor not to forgo the plan and just fuck you against the wall. 

The night went on and after the party all three of you went back to your shared room. 

And that’s when Thor set the rules. 

Rule 1: What you say goes your in charge unless Thor isn’t comfortable with something. 

Rule 2:  if you use your safe word both automatically stop. 

And Rule 3 :  Thor made this very clear NO coming  inside you. That was his job however Steve was allowed to cum on your body wherever that you choose. 

Now: 

“ You know the rule Steve.” Thor said in a serious manner.  

“ I know” he groaned at the loss of contact with your walls as he pulled out. 

You were still coming down from your high  but the sound of Thor's voice pulled you slightly out of your haze. 

“ My mouth” your voice hoarse as Thor helps you lift your thick thighs off of him, your shaking a little still from your high.  

You didn’t struggle to take Steve into your mouth. He was just as long as Thor but not as thick. Steve came and you swallowed all of it. As he pulled out of your mouth Thor quickly  thrust  into your mouth. 

Thor didn’t mind coming in your mouth but he preferred to cum inside you, with Steve he didn’t want him to witness that intimate moment. Not long after Thor came and you tried to swallow it all but his cum was so thick that you couldn't do so.  

The sight of you kneeling there with both his and Steve’s cum dripping down your neck onto your breast and plump stomach almost  made them come again. 

Thor could see the tiredness over taking you so he got up and grabbed a towel to wipe you down and gave a slight nod to Steve that it was time for him to leave. Before he could leave the bed you reached  out and grabbed his hand. Both Thor and him shared a confused look. He leaned down as you sat up a little. 

“thank you Steve” you said breathlessly as you kissed his cheek then gave him a soft and yet quick kiss to his lips. 

“ Your welcome sunshine” he kissed your hand. 

Thor took you to the bathroom after Steve left and helped you clean up. As you laid curled up in Thor's arms as one if his hands was  rubbing your back and the other holding your leg that was sprawled across him. He saw you had something on your mind. 

“ what’s on your mind my dove” you giggled at how his voice rumbled threw his chest.  

“ Thank you for tonight my love, I know it wasn't easy with how you felt and to let another man let alone Steve see me so expose like that” you moved to straddle his lap and he placed his hands on your hips and you cradled his face in yours. 

“ and thank you for trusting me,  I love you so much Thor please know that” you leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was filled with nothing but love and passion. Once you pulled back, Thor's eyes were filled with nothing but love and admiration for you. He pulled you down so you rested your head on his chest.  

“ Thank you for acknowledging how I feel about  Steve, my sweet dove, I love you so much more than anything else in this universe and in  all the nine realms' ' he placed a kiss on your forehead as you both drifted into a sleep  with smiles on both your faces. 

A/n: @hannibals-favourite-meal​ really  helped with getting me out of the small writer's block i was having lol. 

[plus-size-reader]

Habits

Hannibal Lecter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2413 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Spending time with Hannibal, in a different way than normal. 

Another in the draft clean out, because I would love nothing more than a casual day with this man 

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Hannibal was a creature of habit.

He always had been.

Every day went the same way and that was by design.

He rose with the sun, had some tea with whatever breakfast he’d chosen to prepare and then he went to work.

Most of the time, he didn't even bother to wake you before he left. Instead, he’d settle for a small kiss on your forehead before he left the bedroom.

There was no real reason to wake you so early.

Besides, it wasn’t like you had to be to work at such an obscene hour. Hannibal only went in early to prepare the files for the day, giving himself more than enough time  to get organized before his first appointment.

It wouldn’t have made sense to bother you out of bed when he was just going to turn around and leave anyhow.

Not that he always had to leave so early.

Even someone like Hannibal had to rest sometime and when he did take days off, the two of you would get up out of bed at around the same time, letting your bodies wake you instead of that clock on the wall.

It was a leisurely life, one that you couldn’t have been happier in, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t an adjustment for you when you  moved in with the man you loved.

Almost everything had changed when you moved in with Hannibal.

You had never been an outgoing sort of person, in the traditional sense, and you didn’t have a ton of outdoor hobbies but you were nowhere near as reclusive as Hannibal turned out to be.

He rarely left the sanctuary of his home in his free time, and when he did venture outside, it wasn’t in search of something new to occupy his time.

It was always the same.

Outside of work, Hannibal chose to fill up all of his free time with the things he enjoyed, without exception. That meant that the two of you spend more of your evenings cooking, reading and occasionally going to the opera.

It was wonderful, of course, but sometimes you found yourself itching to do something different from the usual routine.

There was just so that the world had to offer Hannibal that he wasn’t interested in.

He was a creature of habit, through and through,  and found joy in the familiarity and comfort of the things he liked. He liked the things that he liked for a reason, and it didn’t make sense to deviate from that.

Especially considering that he already knew he wasn’t interested in most of what the world had to offer. In his years, he’d seen plenty of the surrounding world and  while parts of it were beautiful and interesting, it didn’t really interest him any more than anything else.

His perfect evening involved the two of you in bed, reading and enjoying one another’s company.

It didn’t have to be anything extravagant.

In that way, you supposed he was easy to please.

The only trouble with that way of life was that it made doing new things and branching out kind of difficult, for both of you, because he was so much more comfortable at home.

However, as wonderful as it was, you both seemed to know that  staying in that little bubble you’d created for yourselves wasn’t going to work forever.

At some point,you would have to find something else to do to occupy your time.

As much as you loved looking at him, eventually, staring at each other all evening was bound to lose its luster.

You were beginning to grow tired of never going anywhere, outside of the few places Hannibal enjoyed visiting.

There was a difference between liking to be at home and not having a social life.

It had been months since you’d had a dinner party or any friends over at all and you were getting tired of never doing anything or seeing anyone.

You had always been the more social of the two of you and it was starting to worry you that you may go out of your mind in isolation. Hannibal was your world, but you needed to be around people that weren’t him every once in a while.

To maintain the humanity of you both.

...and you weren’t the only one who was feeling a little trapped in the current setting.

Hannibal loved his routine and he found comfort in it and while he could have continued on with his way forever, it was no secret that you were struggling.

By this point, he could practically see how restless you were growing, and if he didn’t do something, it was bound to get worse before it got any better.

As if his introverted social life wasn’t strenuous enough on you, his work couldn’t have been more demanding.

After all, the reason Hannibal had no trouble staying at home almost every night was because during the day, almost every day, he was busy working. He worked impressively long hours, and that meant that you didn’t see him as much as you would have liked.

Ever.

He was a busy man, which you understood, and you didn’t want to come between him and his job, so you made it work when you could.

You enjoyed every moment you did have with him, allowing yourself to be okay with whatever time he made for you, even if it was to just listen to opera music in the study.

Today, though, you knew that Hannibal had a day off which meant that you had a rare opportunity to do anything outside of the norm of what you normally would.

There was no busy schedule to keep up with or anything he had to do that would keep him from you. Anything he could come up with, or any reason to avoid spending time with you today would be little more than an excuse.

You both knew it.

So, Hannibal made up his mind.

Today, the two of you were going to do something you hadn’t done in a very long time.

You were going to spend the whole day together, doing exactly what it was you wanted to do for a change.

It wasn’t going to change everything all at once, but he was hoping it would at least make you feel a little better.

“I would like to spend the day together, maybe we could try something new” he’d said, shocking you with his offer. After all, it wasn’t every day that Hannibal informed you that the entire day was entirely up for interpretation.

For the most part, you just spent time working, or relaxing with Hannibal, without much discussion beforehand. You weren’t exactly used to having a whole day filled with memories alongside the man you loved.

It was making you more nervous than you’d initially been expecting.

...but, as confused as you were over the choice he’d made today, you weren’t about to refuse such an incredible offer.

You wanted today to be perfect, and you were sure that it would be because as long as you were with Hannibal, it would be a wonderful day.

In all honesty, you were excited.

It had been a while since you’d gotten a chance to spend a whole day together and it was going to be wonderful. The possibilities were endless and even though you knew Hannibal was likely dreading it, you understood the sentiment.

You two didn’t really have a ton of time or desire for casual leisure, and hadn’t got a chance to explore it until now.

Not that anyone looking in would have been able to tell.

From the outside, you and Hannibal looked like any other couple, just having a nice stroll on a Friday afternoon.

It would have been hard for them to believe this was the first time in a week you’d been out of your house for more than an hour.

“What did you have in mind for today?” you hummed, walking alongside Hannibal on the sidewalk. All he’d told you this entire time was that you two were going to spend the entire day together and that was all.

He could have had anything in mind.

If there was one thing about Hannibal you understood more than anything, it was that there was no telling what was swirling around in his head.

Even with as many years as you’d been together, sometimes you couldn't read him.

...and there were thousands of things it could have been.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” he countered, his voice as deep and assured as it always was, a soft smirk playing at his lips as he teased you. That was all he’d said this whole time since you’d left the house this morning and it was driving you crazy.

You hated surprises, and he knew that.

That meant that he was intentionally giving you the bare minimum to frustrate you.

...and it was working.

You didn’t like that answer, of course, but you knew that Hannibal had already made up his mind. He wanted this to be a surprise and he wasn’t going to tell you anything about what he’d planned until you got to your destination.

It was what it was.

So, you decided to just make yourself content with the journey instead of worrying about where you were going. You did know Hannibal well enough to know that he wasn’t going to tell you anything until he was ready to.

Not that it really mattered where you were going to go.

After all, this whole day was just for you and Hannibal, and you didn’t want to waste a moment of it worrying.

It wasn’t going to make a difference in the long run anyhow.

~

The weather today was incredible.

It was sunny, with a nice breeze, and while you and Hannibal had never been outside people, you decided to make an exception today.  

This was one of the best days you’d had in recent memory and you wanted it to stay that way. You wanted to savor every single second, because it really did mean the world to you.

“As much as I hate surprises, I like this quite a bit” you decided, looking around you as if proving your point. There were kids laughing across the way, playing together in the nearby park and birds chirping in the distance.

It was a wonderful day to just spend with the man you loved.

The kind of thing you didn’t get very often.

“I’m glad”

That was all Hannibal said as he walked, finding the wonder on your face much more interesting than the surrounding scene. For him, it didn’t mean anything, and wasn’t all that interesting, but clearly, that wasn’t the case for you.

You seemed to really enjoy this whole thing, which was more than enough for him to keep doing it.

If anyone deserved this from him, it was you.

It was no secret that you struggled more than you would ever tell him with what Hannibal did for a living and how much of his time it seemed to take up, but he appreciated it even still.

You were the only person in the world who stood by him even when no one else would, and it was far more than he could have ever asked of anyone else.

Of course, his silence was sort of strange but you decided to pay it no mind. Knowing Hannibal, he was probably just antsy about having to be away from his office today.

...and you weren’t entirely wrong.

Hannibal was definitely antsy but for once, the strange energy leaching off of him into the surrounding space had nothing to do with his career. Instead, it had everything to do with you.

You and what he’d had planned for your shared day off.

He had just put so much work into it and as you neared the spot he’d chosen, he was growing more and more nervous about how you would react to what he’d decided to do today.

All he wanted was for you to like it, and if you didn’t, he wasn't sure what he’d do.

Not that he actually had to worry.

In reality, as soon as you saw what you deduced must have been the reason for his odd behavior today, you nearly melted on the spot.

It was adorable.

Somehow, Hannibal had managed to lead you to this spot in the park without you noticing, and now, right in front of you, was a beautiful oak tree, one that you’d never had the privilege of seeing before.

...and that wasn’t all.

Not only was the tree gorgeous, but the cherry on top remained the small striped blanket resting beneath it in the grass, shielded from the midday sun by the shade.

It was perfect, but you didn’t want to get too excited right off the bat.

After all, it was possible that this wasn’t for you after all and you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself if you could avoid it.

“What is this?” you asked, finding yourself more and more surprised as the day ticked by. How did he always manage to do this to you, every time you turned around.

Just when you thought you knew what to expect from your husband, he still managed to turn your expectation on their head, every time without fail.

“I figured this was a fair compromise from our usual activities” he shrugged, sitting down on the ground, readjusting the legs of his slacks as he settled against the fabric, offering a hand to you so that you may do the same.

It was great.

The same fresh breeze and shining sun sat above you, and all around but more than anything, all you could think about was Hannibal.

Almost everything about this was out of his comfort zone, but he’d still put it together without hesitation for you.

It was incredible.

“Do you like it?” Hannibal asked, watching as you smiled, your fingers spreading out in the grass outside of the boundaries of the blanket. 

You looked so content, and so happy, which was more than enough to answer his question.

It might not have been what he prepared to do with his time but it would have been impossible for Hannibal to ignore how nice this whole thing was.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.