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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.

* Authors Note*

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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Be Realistic ( Leon x reader)

Short blurb because I'm in a mood - Yes based off of that Britney broski audio lmao Warnings: low self esteem reader, body issues ALSO I LOVE ASHLEY GUYS SO DW DW SHES MY BBG SHE JUST SEEMED APPROPRIATE TO USE IN THIS SCENARIO LMAO

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Rebecca and you sat at the edge of the backyard, both of you sprawled out on the lawn chairs. Claire had thrown a summer pool party, deciding it'd be a smart idea to invite people from work. Ada and Claire were chatting among themselves, sipping away at their colorful drinks, Luis urging everyone to put on sunscreen, and Carlos, Jill, and Chris having a competition to see who could do the best cannonball. Among the partygoers was Ashley Graham, the owner of the house in which Claire was throwing the party.

"She's so gorgeous," Rebecca comments, her sunglasses protecting her brown doe eyes.

"I know." You added, the two of you ogling at Ashley's beauty. She wore a cute brown-colored two-piece, with a metal ring in the front that held the top together, which accentuated her complexion and made her appear like a Victoria's Secret model.

"Hey guys, have any of you seen Leon?" Ashley called out, holding the deflated pink dolphin in her hands.

His name made your stomach twist, and you swear you could've felt your heart pang. The way his name rolled off her tongue was so natural, almost melodic.

"Right here." Leon came out from behind the glass sliding doors. He was the only one still in his normal clothes, deciding he was too cool or some shit for the pool party.

The man walked his way along the perimeter of the pool to Ashley. His muscles showing as he carried the air pump to the girl.

"Dumbass, why did you bring it all the way out here?" Chris commented.

"Easy access." Came Leon's response.

"Thanks, Leon!" Ashley beamed, her pouty pink lips curling into a smile that even made your heart flutter. Leon stood close to her, handing his hand out for her to give him the floaty. She complied, and handed it over, their exchange making your eyes lose their gleam.

"My hero." Ashley was excited, her floaty finally being of use.

Rebecca noticed you from the corner of her eyes. She knew about your little huge crush on Leon. The girl watched as your face crept with sadness- dare she say- disappointment.

"Kind of funny how he's still in his normal clothes." She tries to distract you. "Typical Leon."

You looked at her and smiled, "I know. I was hoping to see him shirtless." The two of you giggled, letting out cackles, Ada and Claire looking your way to see what the commotion was about.

"Why don't you go ask him to take it off?" She teased, turning her body to look at you.

"Hmm, maybe." You said boldly, even though you knew you'd rather fall in the pool and drown than do that.

"Bet. You won't." She smirked, challenging you.

"Pftt I totally would." You played yourself up.

"Then go." Rebecca eyes you.

After being riled up by Rebecca, a burst of confidence shot threw you. It couldn't be that hard right? You and Leon bantered and flirted on missions before, so what difference would this make? Plus it was totally appropriate for you to tell him off about his weird pool attire or rather lack of it.

"Watch me Chambers." You told your best friend as you got up from the lawn chair. You were wearing a (top of your choice) that you brought a size too small to make your figure pop. The shorts that you wore were Rebbeca's basketball shorts that she had let you borrow last minute after you changed your mind about wearing a one-piece.

Feeling confident in your tight outfit you began to strut toward Leon and Ashley, the sun's beams hitting the floor making the cement beneath your feet warm. As you approached you caught a glimpse of yourself in the glass sliding doors. Immediately your confidence shrank.

How could you have been so delusional to wear this out? It looked nothing like the way you pictured it in your head. Your model like posture returned to that of a hunchback as you shamefully scurried past Leon and Ashley, walking along the whole edge of the pool, stopping by the coolers to grab two waters, and heading back to a frowning Rebecca.

Leon and Ashley to focused on judging Chris and Carlos' Cannonballs to notice you.

"What happened?" She ask as she noticed the shift in your demeanor.

"Nothing." You sighed handing her a water.

"(Y/n) we already have water." She pushes her sunglasses up to her head as she stares at you. You take a seat on the same lawn chair.

You whined. "Why didn't you tell me I looked like shit?" It was only loud enough for her to hear.

"What you don't though.." She reassures you as she places a hand on your back. "(Y/n) you look hot!"

You didn't believe it. Surely she was only saying this because as your best friend she was obligated to. Your mind flashed back to the image of you in the glass doors. Your hair was flat yet awfully frizzy at the same time, you stood like a toddler who barely knew how to walk, and your legs looked like they were overflowing in Rebecca's tiny shorts. To make things worse you were sure the chlorine from your previous dip had made your skin look all dry.

You looked around for the oversized shirt you came here in. When you found it you shielded your body from the eyes of the partygoers.

"(Y/n).." Rebecca looked concerned.

"I don't know why I even tried talking to him. I probably look like an idiot." You leaned on Rebecca's shoulder as you two blankly watched the Beefy Brazillian splash into the pool.

"Because you like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes you too." She giggled.

"No- he likes Ashley." You said defeated, your emotions coming out now that you'd made yourself vulnerable. You saw the way those two looked at each other. They had something you wish you had with Leon.

"I don't think so." She wraps her arm around your waist. Smirking when she notices Leon glance over at you two.

"I think I'm just gonna accept my Leon-less life." You said leaning into your friend for comfort. Your eyes occasionally glancing over at an out of place Leon as he shouts at Chris.

"What? You're just not gonna try?"

You sighed. "There's really no point Becca."

She scoffed, "(Y/n)- you're totally out of his league. You can get him if you wanted to."

"Becca!" You groaned, your inner teen always came out when hanging out with her. "I can't. Have you seen the way she looks? She can get him!" You laughed, deciding to find the humor in your failed attempts at love.

"Oh (Y/n) you can too!" Her short hair bounced as she shaked you.

You turned around your hand practically digging into 's shoulder as you stared at her dead in the eye. "Be realistic. Be so fucking for real." You shook her back, your voice that of a goblins.

The two of you laughed as you spewed out nonsensical noises.

The conversation then shifted to celebrity crushes, "You think I have a chance with Josh Hutcherson?" Rebecca lays down on the lawn chair.

"Hundred percent yes." You replied, "What about me and Nick cage?"

"I see that." Rebecca smirks.

"Wait. What about me and Da-" Before you could finish your sentence Leon's shadow loomed over you, causing both you and Rebecca to jump.

"What about you and who?" He asked as he took a seat on the lawn chair you were previously on.

Your heart fell to your ass. "Oh my god you scared me." You and Rebecca giggled.

"You're not going in the pool?" Leon asked, leaning back in the chair.

"You know we were about to ask you the same thing. What's up with the clothes Kennedy?" Rebecca raised an eyebrow, she then nudged your shoulder.

"Yeah, lose the shirt, Leon." You said on cue. A fire growing in your stomach.

"I will if you do." He hooked his hands under his grey shirt as he began to pull it off.

Scratch that. The fire in your stomach was now a full-on Volcano.

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i love that new bubble tea fic how did u know i was craving some - what do you think leon's and rebecca's bubble tea order would be?

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⦑ 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⦒ [ part one ]

read part two here (ethan winters, jill valentine, jack krauser, claire redfield) read the 'boba tea date' fic here (leon kennedy x gn! reader) characters: leon kennedy, rebecca chambers, chris redfield, ashley graham, carlos oliveira & ada wong a/n: funny you asked, because i had a convo ab this with my friend hahha! also added some other characters too ;) what other characters should i do? content: SFW

LEON KENNEDY

Ever since that date, he sneaks off when you're not around to try all the flavours.

He would be a sweet tooth (despite how passionately he will deny this), and orders the limited edition seasaonal tea with extra foam on top! Always 100% ice and sugar.

He's a closet sweet-tooth (especially RE2 Leon, he looks like he pretends to like coffee, inspired by this)

When you find an empty cup in the bin, he will act nonchalant and say "Oh I happen to pass by for work".

But you already know he's lying when you found a membership card in the frontest pocket of his wallet - probably eligible for a few free drinks at this point.

REBECCA CHAMBERS

Caramel milk tea with pudding. Extra sugar and standard ice.

She likes sugar, and she's not afraid to admit it!

Always get the large size since she works long hours in the lab, so she sips away her drink throughout her shift.

Probably hyped up the shop to all her colleagues already, hoping to find a companion to join her.

Very close with the shop manager since she goes there daily - will chat and banter with them

CHRIS REDFIELD

He would just get plain black tea, no sugar and less ice.

To keep up with his physique and body fat percentage low, he doesn't usually drink unless you drag him there.

Raves on about the antioxidants in black tea and how it's good for you (such a health nerd)

Starts complaining 'it's too sweet' everytime he sips on any of your drinks - apparently even a hint of sugar is too much for this old man sometimes.

ASHLEY GRAHAM

Matcha with fresh milk, extra sugar, cream on top, and mini pearls!

I think she will start drinking mango fruit tea/fruity with popping pearls but eventually branches out to matcha.

She probably thought of doing a bottomless bubble tea stand for her dream wedding ceremony.

I think she would get along with Rebecca with their mutual love for bubble tea! I think they'll be such good friends if not their age differences!

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

Normally, Carlos orders a very normal coconut green tea with no modifications.

Until one day he decides to be really cheeky and order it with every topping the shop has to offer

Rainbow jelly, pearls, pudding, grass jelly, etc. (yes, even red beans)

So many toppings that only half of the cup is liquid and the other half is a concoction of chaos

Bobarista is terrified, but Carlos is grinning widely

Still inhales the whole drink in less than an hour anyway

ADA WONG

She will go for a warm brewed tea (thinking between oolong or earl grey), no toppings or sugar.

Don't think she enjoys iced drinks in general, rather have warm/hot drinks or just plain water.

Something in the bubble tea gives her acne breakouts so she avoids it. Plus her job is so busy that it doesn't allow her such luxuries.

Might indulge in extra sugar if she wants a treat, but suffers the consequences later.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @carlosgf @sporeghost @femnedy @emilzke (not sure people tag for headcanons? but here it is anyway xd) © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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Turned p. 1/2

A Leon S Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader fic

PART II

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NSFW warning for future part, possible unsanitary because of mention of infection, future part rough sex warning

“You two were tasked with locating and rescuing the president's missing daughter, and were sent to Spain.  After reuniting with Leon again in the village after a separation, you, a medical forensic agent, feel uneasy about Leon, but you're not sure why.“

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 School is finished for six weeks.  Keep me occupied.  Part II tomorrow maybe?

 It was unsettling to you, and you took what precautions you could to minimize interaction with them, there had to be something pathophysiologically and epidemiologically wrong with them, but you didn’t know what.  You warned Leon to take extra precautions as well, but whether he listened to you or not was a gamble.  At one point you two had become separated in the field and only reunited with him back at the village, where you were informed that there was an encounter with a former cop who had given him some insight on Ashley’s whereabouts.  He was vague about the impedance separating you, but you were suspicious.

The rhythmic crunching and grinding of the gravel beneath your feet had become a march to you at this point, it had already felt like you’ve been at this for so long, the roads ever winding and twisting, just like your psyche in this isolated part of the world where it felt like time had stopped.  

 You were one of two agents dispatched to rural Spain in search of the president’s kidnapped daughter, it felt like whatever leads you had slipped away shortly.  It was utterly ridiculous that only two agents were sent with just a handgun and minimal information to track down Ashley.  Your specialty was forensics, with a background in medicine, so with you were some travel-sized medical and forensic kits, but everything yielded thus far was minimal.  Not like there was a lab you could ransack in the middle of nowhere.

 Your partner was Leon S. Kennedy, survivor of the 1998 Raccoon City Incident. You trusted him to have your back in terms of combat, while you used your analytical skills to devolve some insight into Ms. Graham’s whereabouts; in reality, your only hope was Hunnigan, the operative agent assigned to your case, who fed you what little information she had.

 You two had just exited the village where you were ambushed by an onslaught of villagers who appeared disoriented and feral, almost lacking what traces of humanity they once had.  Groaning, growling, clawing, albeit still going about their daily tasks and tending to the village.

 “If it’ll put you at ease, Doctor Nurse.” He laughed sarcastically, sitting down in the dusty, rustic chair.

 After all, you noticed an erythematic welt just under his collar on his neck.  Leon had no recollection of its acquisition and told you not to worry too hard about it, however, his disturbed expression betrayed him to his true thoughts.  He coughed into his hand, taking a glance and wiping it, hiding it from you.  But you were sure you had seen something on his glove.

 As the sun finally began to say its goodbyes on the horizon, you determined you both should locate a refuge to take asylum.  And that brought you to where you are now, an abandoned house in the middle of the woods.  Leon took care to make sure the area was clear, and you both rigged the doors with traps to alert you if there was an intruder.  In the morning you were to make headway on your tip-off from the kind officer, if that is even what he really was.  

 To be honest, you were apprehensive about it.  What if there had been an ulterior motive and you were walking into a setup?  He was a former cop after all, and that’s only if your ignorance of the situation wasn’t preyed upon.  He claimed to be from Madrid, which could explain his fluency in English, as Leon did not know Spanish.  But you couldn’t help but be pensive.  Plus, you had other worries you decided to press upon once you reached the bedroom of the house.

 “Leon, before we go to sleep for the night, I feel nervous about something. Can you let me assess you?”  Leon stifled a laugh at you, but the concern in your eyes caused him to waver.

 You started with a physical assessment, palpating his lymph nodes, which were enlarged.  His skin was warm and clammy, and his forehead warm.  His temperature measured at 102 degrees.  

Now.”

               “Leon, I’m going to give you some Tylenol to bring that temperature down, I want you to drink plenty of water.  You have an infection, I’m going to draw some bloodwork on you to take a closer look.  I can’t make any guarantees that I can figure this out, it’s not like I have a proper lab here.”  You masked the concern in your voice.  Damn right you didn’t have a lab here, all you could provide him with was the bare minimum.  You felt lost, but had to mask it for his sake.  Like he was doing for you.

 You readied the tourniquet and after locating his antecubital vein, inserted the butterfly needle and had drawn several vials of blood, then placing it in the centrifuge, smearing the contents on testing strips and slides for your microscope.

 The lab results were concerning.  All white blood cells were elevated, but most notably, his eosinophils. His mast cells were increased, increase in IgE antibodies.  

 Parasitic infection.  Oh. Shit.  

 You didn’t have any antiparasitics!  The government never gave you two any prophylactics prior to transferring out! How could you have known?  Your vision started clouding as you silently panicked.  You had no way of even knowing what he had!  Maybe it was paragonimiasis, he was coughing something up after all.  Wait, that was unlikely, you were in rural Spain!  Leishmaniasis was in the Spain region, but there were no lesions, the symptomology didn’t match up!  What if it was some new parasite the world has never seen before?  But you had no way of knowing!  It was just the two of you, and Hunnigan.  Hunnigan!  You had to inform her.  

                 With quaking, unsteady hands, you reached for the transceiver.  You needed to swap agents.  He needed emergent medical treatment that you could not provide! Maybe she could get someone to drop you some anti-parasitics and you could play roulette; benznidazole, nifurtimox, praziquantel, triclabendazole!  No, what a ridiculous idea.  This man needed help.  As you went to call Hunnigan, Leon ripped the transceiver, throwing it against the wall with inhuman strength, where you could hear it crack and shut off, splintering the wood on the wall it contacted.

                 “Leon!  What the hell?  You need treatment, now!  You cannot operate in the field like this.  We have to get someone to come pick you up; I can continue on with another agent, and we will rescue Ashley.  Don’t worry.” Pleading, you approached him.  He was a man you cared about.  A man you had grown to respect as you had both worked together on this shitty assignment. A man, you realized, you may feel more for than you should.

 As he slowly turned to you, something felt very, very off about him. His skin was pale, bloodshot, varicose veins visible, especially on his face and extremities.  And his eyes.  His eyes. When they met yours, you realized, were no longer blue.  They were a dark red.  

 What was a grimace transmogrified into an almost twisted, sadistic smile.

 “Who says I’m going anywhere?

Sit down.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Midnight Munchies

Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader x Will Graham

Hannibal is slightly fed up with his loves, even if they are utterly adorable

Warnings: drug use (weed), implied dub-con (only because both parties were high and thus unable to properly consent), food mentions, Hannibal having to be a dad to his partners, insults against chicken nuggets, overall fluff

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

Something was wrong. Hannibal shot up in bed, looking around the dark room in a panic. His amber eyes scanned the bedroom as his gut curled with anxiety. The bed was cold, much colder than it should have been considering that his two partners, both of whom ran extremely hot, should have been sleeping beside him.

Sighing, he glanced at the small clock on the bedside table, noting it was a bit past three in the morning. He gracefully slid out from between the silk sheets and grabbed his robe on the way out into the hall. He had a sneaking suspicion as to where the other two members of the large house were.

And, as always, he was right.

The lights in the kitchen were on, giggles carrying through the halls that simultaneously warmed his heart and annoyed him. They knew better than to be in the kitchen without him this late at night. He dreaded to think what they had gotten up to without his supervision. 

He creeped silently around the corner and smiled at the sight before him. Y/N was sitting on one of the ornate counters, dressed only in Will’s t-shirt as said man stood between her thick thighs, conveniently shirtless, face buried in her heavy chest as his body shook with laughter. 

A spilled bag of fries was beside them, along with what must have been a mountain of chicken nuggets and two large shakes. “Ok ok try again.” Will gasped between rounds of giggles, prompting Y/N to pick up a handful of fries and signal for the man to back up.

His back hit the counter opposite her and he unconsciously released a throaty grunt at the contact. There was a moment's pause before they were laughing hysterically. Will’s face was quickly going red with the lack of oxygen which Y/N found hilarious, making her snort and causing Will to laugh even harder. A truly vicious cycle.

Y/N was able to catch her breath first, tears still rolling down her full cheeks as she cocked back her shoulder and raised her fist while tightly clutching a handful of fries. Hannibal knew what was coming next and was already mentally preparing himself to do a full sanitisation of the kitchen in the morning. 

Will’s mouth opened as large as it could go without dislocating his jaw and readied himself.

“What do you think you’re doing, beloved?” Her entire body seized in surprise, her e/c eyes widening, exposing how bloodshot they were. 

“Nothing.” She squeaked out, shoving the hand that was full of fries behind her back, a truly noble attempt at hiding the evidence. Hannibal’s face remained stern, raising a gray eyebrow at her as if to say ‘really?’. Will slowly turned on the balls of his heels, somehow, his eyes were even more red than hers, and as Hannibal was getting a good look at the pair, both of them stank of weed and, if he wasn’t mistaken, McDonald’s.

Y/N was the one that introduced the troubled man to the effects of cannabis after a particularly rough night. Under Hannibal’s watchful eyes, they indulged and Will discovered an easy way to relax and dissociate for a while. So, it became a tradition that whenever he had nightmares or she had an awful day at her own job, they would light up and snuggle for a few hours. Evidently, they did not think to wake their third for this precise excursion.

Now that he could see Will’s bare chest, he realised how long they had been alone and high together. Huge bruises discoloured his naturally pale skin, creating a path of purple and blue all the way down to the slight pudge of his belly and going below his pajama pants. Hannibal knew from experience how frisky Y/N got when under the influence and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Did you two have sex?” Being as blunt as possible in this situation was the best way to go considering the two of them could weasel their way out of any confrontation, even if they were high out of their minds. Will’s face flushed a dark pink and Y/N glanced away, embarrassed. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“Noooo, we just made out a bit.” She squirmed on the counter.

“Somehow I do not believe you, my precious.” Hannibal strode into the kitchen with all the confidence in the world, his maroon robe billowing behind him like a cape. He easily took the slightly shorter man into his arms, tangling his long fingers in his curls as Will nuzzled into his neck, sighing happily. 

“It’s true!” She protested and jumped from her perch, landing quite gracefully considering her state, and launched herself at the doctor, apparently also needing to be held. Will was easily moved to his left side as he extended his right arm to accommodate her. Will nodded against Hannibal’s shoulder, trying to back up her statement.

“Even if it is true, you two know better than to smoke without my supervision, you could’ve gotten hurt.” He felt their simultaneous frowns against his skin. “And I could have cooked for you so you didn’t have to eat such horrific food.”

“Hey!” “Don’t insult chicken nuggets like that!” They shouted at the same time, making Hannibal wince at their volume. The pair attempted to pull away, greatly outraged by a slight against their beloved food. But the older man held firm, squeezing them closer to his lean body.

Y/N gave up her struggle first, her soft arms winding around his thin waist, relenting to his affection. Will, however, was far more angry and managed to wiggle away. “Chicken nuggets are the foundation of this country. Every restaurant you go to has them!”

“Yes, I know dear. You order them every time we go out together.” Hannibal conceded, earning him an approving nod from the profiler and a kiss against the juncture of his neck and shoulder from the younger woman. “Now come along, you can tell me more about how great they are in bed.”

Holding out his hand, Will took it without a fight, and dutifully followed his partner like the little duckling he was. 

It was easy enough to get the inebriated pair into bed given the promise of Hannibal ‘taking care of them’. But keeping them there was another story. He left briefly to the en suite bathroom to fetch them each a glass of water and when he came back, both were gone, having wandered off into the large walk-in closet to critique his choice of wardrobe.

By the time he got them back into bed, tucked under the thin covers this time, their shared alarm was only about 3 minutes away from turning on and forcing them to get up. Slightly exasperated, the good doctor switched off the damn thing, knowing that his troublesome partners would not function properly today, he decided that taking one day of sick leave would be appropriate.

Will and Y/N tangled together in the center of the mattress, gripping each other tightly as their eyes grew heavy with sleep. Their foreheads were connected, keeping their faces close enough together that their lips brushed. “Is there room in there for me?” Hannibal teased, sliding into bed behind Will.

“No.” Came the muffled reply from Y/N.

“And why not?” 

“Cause you were mean to the chicken nuggets.” Will continued, shuffling closer to Y/N.

“I am truly sorry for that.” He said almost sarcastically, expecting Will to retort but was met with silence. Looking over his broad shoulder, Hannibal smiled. They were fast asleep.

Wrapping a long arm around both of them, he himself settled back into the soft pillows and joined them.

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Chocolate 🍫Tom Hardy

Warnings: smut, filth, language, jealousy

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Relationship: Tom Hardy x black plus sized/requested reader

I could see Tom having a lot of fun on the Graham Norton show promoting his new movie Venom with his co-star and on screen lover Michele Williams. But I could also see how she kept touching his thigh and how she’d look into his eyes or touch his arm. Or even how close she is next to him with her arm wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“So what was it like kissing Michele on Venom” Graham asks laughing

“It was nice but that crown will always be on my wife’s head in that department. Speaking of she’s right back there”

“This is so off topic but Tom I understand you recently had a birthday and I was told you liked vanilla” I snicker at the lies Michele just spewed out her mouth while touching his beard. He moves over obviously uncomfortable

“No no chocolate” he glances at me licking his lips but I’m too pissed at her to even smile at him. He bites his lip at me noticing the green monster called jealousy standing next to me. “I mean have you seen my wife”

....

The interview is finally over and Tom comes back to me with a smirk on his face “don’t smirk at me”

“Darling I hope your not mad at me”

“No I’m mad at the bitch who thinks she can get away with touching you and whatnot. She needs to stay in her lane” I yell so everyone can hear.

“Y/N calm down”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. You know what come with me” I grab his arm pulling him to his dressing room where I shut and locked the door. I start to pull down my jeans.

“What are you doi-“

“Shut up sit down and drop your pants” he chuckles pulling on the belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans dropping them to pool around his ankles. Tom is already rock hard and jerking himself looking directly at me. I throw my panties across the room and basically jump in his arms pressing my lips against him. I take his hard dick and guide it inside of me until in completely filled up. I nick my hips starting him off as a slow pace until he grips my behind as a warning to go faster, or he will.

Instead of rolling my hips I am now bouncing on him hearing the slushee sounds of my pussy and his balls slapping against my butt. His hands are still at my hips guiding me effortlessly as we both moan cursing each other’s name. I bounce on him harder and I feel Tom hold me down by my waist stopping me from bouncing and thrusts forward.

“Tom” I cry out bunching his shirt up in my hand.

“she won’t ever replace you. I promise” it’s hard focusing on his words but he grabs my by the chin making me look into his once steel blue eyes. I press my arms on the velvet couch as he brings me closer and closer to the edge making me see spots. He grabs my arms pulling them behind my back and I smile. Tom bites his lip masking a loud moan so we don’t get caught.

“Cum on my cock” he breathes out shakily. I squeeze my eyes shut moving my head to the crook of his neck whimpering as I finally get to my climax. “That’s my girl” I continue rolling my hips getting out the rest of my high.

“You’re mine” I moan still rolling

“I’m all yours. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you” he moans

I can’t take it anymore and stop rolling then just looking at him. Panting, cheeks red, shirt moving along with his chest. Just a beautiful mess.

“I don’t know what got into you but I like it. Just don’t forget I’m still daddy”

“Always. Just keep Michele in her place next time”

“Nah” I look at him “I like seeing you all hot and mad” he chuckles

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Matchmaker

Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Prompt:  Could you write a one-shot where the reader is a dectective in Scotland yard, who met sherlock for the first time recently and sherlock still knowing that his brother is lonely decides that she would be a perfect fit for him and tries to set her and mycroft up... Basically I'm looking for a sherlock plays matchmaker.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: none? 

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“So dead man on the floor, house ransacked, what do you think?...Sherlock? Sherlock!” Said man jumped out of his trance and turned to face Lestrade who was looking at him with frustration, “Well?” Sherlock rolled his eyes, “Come on Garret, this is easy even for you, wedding ring missing from the finger, seemingly half the possessions gone, absence of any pictures. It was the wife if you couldn’t see that already. Now enough about that, who’s she?” Greg sighed and rubbed his face with his hand before looking over to where Sherlock was facing, “Detective (L/N)? What about her?” 

Sherlock said nothing, just observed you and Greg looked at John next to him. The former soldier just shrugged, “I don’t question it anymore Greg, I’m sorry.” Greg looked at Sherlock, then you, then back to Sherlock, “You like her or summit?” Sherlock hummed in approval, “Not for me.” John chuckled from how confusing his friend was being but like he said, he didn’t question it. 

Without a word of warning, Sherlock made his way over to you, “Hi, I have a proposition for you which I have no doubt you’d be interested in. I would like to have you accompany a friend of mine to an evening meal. Judging by the past few failed relationships, you don’t like being lonely, even if you know you’re not compatible. But you’ve been making more of an effort in your appearance lately which can only mean you’re looking for another relationship.” You chuckled to yourself, “And you must be Sherlock. Given what people say about you, the last thing I expected you to be doing was setting me up on a date.” 

Sherlock huffed impatiently, “Yes yes, now will you go on the date or not?” He clasped his hands together, a silent plead for you to accept. You thought it over for a few moments, could it really hurt to try it out? And you doubted someone who called themselves a detective would actively put you in danger so what was the harm? Nodding your head, “Okay fine, but you owe me.” Sherlock scoffed but shook your hand, “Deal, here’s your phone back, I’ll text you with the details.” You were shocked but mostly confused when Sherlock gave you your phone back, when did he take it from you? You weren’t really mad at him though, he had given you something to be excited about. 

It had been a while since you had any excuse to dress up for an occasion and Sherlock had just presented it to you on a silver platter. Normally, you wouldn’t agree to this kind of thing but it had been difficult to date because of your new job now, being a detective was a turn off for most men, it seemed like. 

. . .

“A what?” Sherlock rolled his eyes at his older brother, “A date, I know it’s been a while but you must remember what a date is.” Mycroft let out a sigh of frustration, “And what makes you think you can meddle with my love life like this?” Sherlock looked at Mycroft, “Oh get over yourself, you’re lonely and you know it, I’m just trying to help. Maybe then you won’t be so...you.” Mycroft glared at Sherlock, “Listen brother mine, how many times do I have to tell you that I am not lonely. I do not need you to be playing matchmaker for me, if I wanted to be in a relationship, I could easily go out and find myself one.” 

Sherlock accidentally snorted from holding back a laugh, “You really think so?” At the sight of his brother’s anger, Sherlock calmed down, “Just go on the date, you’ll thank me later, she’s lovely.” Mycroft gritted his teeth, “Who is ‘she’?” Sherlock texted his brother a picture of you that he had taken from your Facebook profile, “Her name is (Y/N) (L/N) and she works with Graham.” Mycroft frowned, “Who is Graham?” Sherlock looked down at his phone as he started flicking through twitter, “Oh you know Graham, Scotland Yard, grey hair, could stand to lose a few pounds.” Mycroft leaned back in his chair, “You mean Greg Lestrade.” Sherlock nodded, “That’s what I said.” 

Sherlock turned and left his brother’s office, but Mycroft shouted after him, “Where am I supposed to be going?!” He didn’t hear a response but his phone vibrated to show a text from Sherlock with the time and address. He sighed as he rubbed his face with his hand, why did he have a feeling he was going to regret this? Mycroft was tempted to just refuse to go on the date to annoy his brother but as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was lonely and a little companionship might be nice for once. Spending each night alone in his large, empty house was getting rather tiring over time. 

. . . 

You had been told to dress ‘fancy’ so you had worn your best dress in your closet, a long sleeved, off the shoulder light pink knee length dress that flattered your body by making your waist seem smaller to give you more of an hourglass shape. You had your hair styled just how you liked it and you had decided to wear heels for this date because you didn’t want to risk seeming under-dressed and you didn’t have any flats that would match the dress. You had a small clutch that had your purse, some makeup and perfume in, as well as your keys. 

You had taken a taxi to the address Sherlock had given and you were not surprised to see a very fancy restaurant, one that looked more intimidating than anything else. You weren’t sure what to do but luckily as you were stood staring at the building, you heard someone clear their throat next to you. You turned to see a man dressed in a suit and had an umbrella with them? It hadn’t been raining but you decided not to question it. You smiled at them, “Hello,” 

Mycroft had been a little taken aback when he saw you, you almost seemed too good to be true. He was never someone who had much preference for looks, but you were just so beautiful. He could tell by the look on your face that you had never been here before and were nervous, symptoms of a blind date he presumed. He walked over to you and cleared his throat to get your attention and when you smiled at him, he almost forgot what to say, you had such a captivating smile. When you started to look weary of him, he realised he actually had to say something to you, “My apologies, I don’t suppose you’re here because of Sherlock?” Your shoulders dropped slightly in relief, “Yes I am, are you my date for this evening?” 

Mycroft nodded in agreement and held out his arm for you to take. While the date wasn’t his idea, he was still going to be a gentleman. Your nerves started again when you walked inside the building, it was all so elegant and posh and you felt really out of place in here. You bit your bottom lip as you looked around, half listening to your date talk to the hostess. It was then that you realised you didn’t know his name yet. When the two of you were taken to a table, you cleared your throat, “I’m (Y/N) by the way, it’s nice to meet you,” Mycroft hummed, “Likewise, I’m Mycroft.” Your eyes widened a little, “Mycroft? That’s an unusual name isn’t it? I like it though.” 

Mycroft studied over you, trying to pick up on all the deductions he could about you but he seemed to have a little trouble concentrating and everything was a bit of a blur. You leaned forward a little, “So how do you know Sherlock?” Mycroft straightened in his seat, “He’s my little brother?” Mycroft could see the amusement in your face, “Really? What’s it like having a genius for a brother?” Mycroft scoffed, “I wouldn’t say he’s a genius, I’ve always considered myself the smartest between us.” You could help but chuckle a little to yourself and when you saw Mycroft’s confused and partially offended expression, you explained yourself, “If you were really that smart, you would’ve noticed that I’d rather have this date anywhere but here. I’m not made for fine dining.” 

Normally, this would have annoyed Mycroft, not being able to see something as obvious as this. But you intrigued him so he was more focused on learning more about you. He waited until there was the least amount of people watching and then grabbed your hand, leading you outside of the restaurant, “Where do you propose we go now?” You turned to him and looked at him with a curious expression, “You want to go watch a movie together?” Mycroft hummed, “It depends on the types of movies you prefer.” You smiled, “I like old movies.” “Hm, then I believe I have something to show you.” And that was how you found yourself being driven to Mycroft’s house.

It was weird that you didn’t feel uncomfortable around him, you didn’t feel scared of him or felt any bad vibes from him. He was surprised to feel oddly at ease with you as well, he felt like he could tell you anything despite having known each other for a very limited time. When you arrived at Mycroft’s house, you were taken back by the size of it, “My god, are you some kind of secret billionaire? Where do you work?” You giggled to yourself as you looked around the walls and ceilings, taking it all in. Mycroft had disappeared into the kitchen for a small while but could hear you talking as he came back with wine and two glasses, “I work for the British government.” 

You stopped in your awe, “Are you serious? That’s pretty cool.” Mycroft felt a sudden burst of pride at how easily you were impressed with him. He smirked to himself, “I suppose so, may I ask you a question?” You gladly took the glass of wine from his hand and took a drink, “Go ahead,” “What were your first impressions of me?” You walked closer to Mycroft, “Well, I thought you looked a little fancy and uptight and I still do, but you looked like a man who was lonely in my opinion. Very cute though.” You winked at him over the rim of your glass as you took another drink and Mycroft for once, didn’t have anything to say. 

You smiled at him, “Go on then, what did you think of me?” Mycroft cleared his throat and looked down at his own glass of wine, “I thought you looked beautiful, a little intimidated but someone who wasn’t afraid.” You blushed from his words and the two of you were lost in a moment between the two of you just looking into each other’s eyes. You hadn’t realised the two of you started to get closer until he was almost touching you. You cleared your throat, “So what was it you wanted to show me?” 

It was like the two of you were pulled out of a trance as Mycroft blinked and moved back one step to create some distance between the two of you. He walked down the corridor to lead you into his ‘theater room’ which looked like a small cinema in your opinion. You were in total awe of this man and his house, it was so big and fancy you were almost scared. Mycroft had you sit in a seat next to him when your eyes caught the projector, “I haven’t seen one of those in absolutely ages, my parents used to have one when I was a kid.” Mycroft smiled briefly at you as he set it up, your attention being directed in front of you when the light flashed on, illuminating the dark room. 

You had been excited to watch the movie and you had to stop yourself from laughing when you saw Mycroft mouthing the words along with the actors out of the corner of your eye. You were having such a good time, you almost didn’t want it to end. It was halfway through the movie that ,Mycroft put his hand up on the chair arm and didn’t realise your hand was already there until he felt it underneath his own. He was a little embarrassed about it and wasn’t sure what to do, should he keep it there? Should he take it away? Just as he was about to pull his hand away, he felt your fingers slowly wrap around his own, holding his hand. Mycroft felt his heart beat rising as he in turn held your hand and you smiled to yourself, only half focusing on the movie now. 

It was disappointing when the projector stopped as the movie was over, that meant you had to let go of Mycroft’s hand while he got up to turn off the device. You stood up and stretched, the chair had been comfy but it was awkward to sit in the same position for a long time. You smiled at Mycroft after you checked your phone to see the time, “It’s getting late, I suppose I should head home.” Mycroft was unable to hide his disappointment in your words, but it was going to happen sooner or later. He was surprised to see how close he felt with you after knowing you for so little time. 

Mycroft called his driver to take you home, wanting to ensure that you got home safely. “Are you sure? I can just get a cab, it’s not too much trouble.” “Please, I insist on it,” You had begrudgingly accepted his offer and the two of you waited at his front door until the car pulled up. You turned to face Mycroft, “I had a wonderful time you know.” Mycroft nodded, “As did I,” You opened your mouth to say something the same time as Mycroft and you lightly chuckled, “Oh sorry, you first,” “No, please, I’d hate to interrupt.” You bit your lip before you asked, “Would you perhaps like to do this again sometime?” Mycroft had been hoping that’s what you were going to say, “It would be my pleasure.” 

You blushed a little and looked at him for a moment before standing up on the tips of your toes to kiss him on the cheek, he was a lot taller than you. Quickly, you turned around and walked over to get into the car, not looking at him until you were inside so he couldn’t see you through the tinted windows. You relaxed against the leather seats, letting out a deep breath. Your head had just touched the back of the seat when your phone buzzed. Curious to see who was texting you, you pulled it out of your clutch and read the notification on the lock screen. It simply read, “Had a nice date? - SH” You shook your head but grinned at the message before turning your phone off again, putting it back in your bag. What a weird day. 

[insufferable-bastardz]

Fanfic recs - Week 12 (august 14) [Plus Size Special]

Heyya everyone, as promised last week because of my latest fanfic rant, today I bring a thicc list of recommendations for y’all. Only Plus Size!Reader or Plus Size!Characters and it will be the first of many, however, for now I’ll be leaving a few of my personal all time favorites. Hope you enjoy!

(if you want to check previous recommendations, here my (sort of) masterpost )

p.s.: because there are only a few blogs that write plus size specifically, I’ll be separating into two writers for today instead of the usual “by @/blogname”

p.p.s.: I did recommend and link a Loki x Plus Size!Reader series in my special series recommendation post if you want to check that out!

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► @plussizeappreciationfics

Love Someone - Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Love Someone by Lukas Graham

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Comfortable - Loki Laufeyson x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Comfortable by Elhae

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The ghost of you - Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: The Ghost of You by MCR (prepare your tissues for this one (also, might be biased with this one ‘cause I was the one requesting it))

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► @plus-size-reader

Special - Spencer Reid x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  Having a son from another relationship who loves Spencer and wants to be just like him, the Reader brings him to the BAU office to show him something precious.

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Jealousy -  Geralt of Rivia x Plus size!reader

Summary: Traveling with Jaskier and Geralt. Jaskier is a huge flirt and won’t stop trying to charm the Reader…until Geralt gets jealous. (honestly, I’m a sucker for the jealous trope, can’t help it)

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There you have it folks, this is all for now and if you have any suggestions let me know (specially TUA since I binged the whole second season my love for Ben came back)

Hope you all enjoy and please, please, please, please, if you end up reading any of these recommendations and like it as much as I do, give the writer some love, even if is just a like or a reblog.

Sending lots of love to all of you ♥

*(this piece does not have an official summary)

[littlefreya]

Um.... For the anon wanting kinky plus size reader x Henry fics.... I used to write fanfiction (I haven’t in forever) and I am hesitant to suggest my own Stuff because I don’t think it’s very good and it never got much feedback AND it’s not actually reader insert, it’s an OFC but the face claim and inspiration I used was / is Ashley Graham, so it is a plus size character. And they have some kinky sex... If they are interested. 😬

Don’t doubt yourself, baby, let others be the judges! 🖤 I’m sure you are a wonderful writer and feedback is always a good way to improve. 

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[dlwritings]

Inexplicably in Love | Steve Harrington

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pairing - Steve Harrington x plus-size!reader word count - 3,318 warnings - insecure reader is insecure A/N - takes place in between seasons 2 and 3 - idk I’m crying but it’s whatever

This one’s for the anon who requested it and for all my plus size gals who don’t look like Ashley Graham. (No shade to Ashley. She rocks. I just don’t always feel like she represents my kind of plus size.) Some of us don’t have sexy curves. Some of us are just mushy. But you know what? We’re cute! And someday we’re going to have non-fictional Steve Harringtons who love us and our beautiful squishy bodies. And someday we’re going to love our own squishy bodies without the validation from someone else. I already love ya’ll. Also to my squishy guys and non-binary pals! I see you. You’re all gorgeous, and I love you too.

summary - You’re having an off day riddled with insecurities about yourself. Lucky for you, Steve is the sweetest boyfriend on the planet and knows just what to say and do to make you feel a little bit better.

It was Friday night, and you had plans with your boyfriend, Steve.

Boyfriend. Even after almost seven months, the word still felt weird coming out of your mouth attached to Steve Harrington’s name.

Steve had been working at Scoops Ahoy for about a month, and he wasn’t crazy about it. He felt indifferent about his only coworker, Robin, and some of the customers who came in on the daily drove him up the wall (*cough cough* Erica *cough cough*). The one plus side was that every other Friday, he got to close, and on those Fridays, there was usually a new shipment of ice cream. So on Thursday, he would make sure you were mentally prepared to come to the back entrance of the parlor the next night when the rest of the mall was closed so you could try the new flavors together. It had happened only three times so far that summer, but it was easily Steve’s favorite part of the job.

And usually, you were excited for it too. You and Steve would try all the flavors and usually make out in the back until your butt got sore from sitting on the counter. And then you’d go make out in his car until your curfew. It was a fun routine.

It was just that, today, you weren’t feeling so hot. No, you weren’t sick, and you didn’t have a headache or anything. You were just having one of those days. One of those days where every outfit you put on was wrong, and your tummy looked too pudgy from every angle, no matter how hard you tried to hold it in. You spent the entire day in bed, only getting up to shower in the morning, grateful you didn’t have a job you needed to go to. Your parents were at work all day, and your mom only came in your room when she got home to say hi and ask if you had eaten dinner already. You lied and said you had.

On these days, when your insecurities ate away at you, you needed to lay in bed and sulk. It was like purging for you. You just had to get rid of all the bad feelings so you could feel refreshed and put on your happy face again.

The truth was, you were never confident or outgoing or extroverted or popular. You honestly had no idea why Steve was attracted to you in the first place. You looked nothing like any girls he had been with in the past. And you weren’t really friends in high school. He wasn’t mean to you or anything. You actually sat by each other in most of the classes that you had together and often got in trouble for whispering, passing notes, or snickering during a lecture. Still, that didn’t mean you were friends. At least not in your mind.

You were Dustin’s neighbor and would sometimes get roped into babysitting him. This happened the day he trapped “Dart” in his cellar, and it changed your relationship with Steve. And, you supposed, with everyone else involved. Just, obviously, not in the same way.

From that night on, you and Steve were inseparable. It didn’t take long for the two of you to become official. And you were happy. Genuinely, really happy. You just still didn’t get it. And it wasn’t easy to be in a relationship you didn’t understand. You were constantly questioning it. Always wondering if Steve had some twisted ulterior motive. And you could never go out with him in public without noticing all the people staring. You knew what they were wondering. It was what you were so often wondering.

What is he doing with her?

Today, you had to shake all those thoughts away and go be with Steve. It was 9:30, and he was expecting you around 10:00, so you dragged yourself out of bed and put on some clean clothes. (You has been wearing your pajamas all day, putting on a clean pair after you showered.) Your parents liked Steve, but you knew they wouldn’t be too thrilled if they knew you were leaving the house late at night to meet up with him. So, like usual, you opened your window and climbed out, glad that your room was on the first floor as your feet touched the grass. Your parents slept like a rock and turned in already at 9:00, so you started your car without fear of waking them up and made your way to Starcourt.

You tried giving yourself a pep talk throughout the whole drive. Today was just like any other day. You didn’t look any different than you did yesterday, and you felt fine yesterday. This was fine. Your jeans buttoned up, and your t-shirt fit over your stomach. What more could you ask for?

A tummy that wasn’t so round. Boobs that didn’t seem too small because your weight rested in your stomach. An ass that wasn’t flat above your thick thighs. You knew curvy girls could be beautiful too, but you weren’t like those curvy girls. You didn’t have a round ass and big boobs. You were just meh. Just kind of there. 

You pulled into the mall’s parking lot feeling no better about yourself than you had when you left your house. You pulled down your car visor and opened the mirror, practicing your bright smile for Steve. You added some lipstick for good measure. If you could flash your pearly whites behind some killer red lips, Steve would be clueless to how sad you actually were. You loved Steve, but he could be so oblivious sometimes.

Steve was waiting for you outside the usual back door with his silly sailor costume on, sans the hat as usual. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and let you inside the mall. “We got three new flavors,” he said as you made your way through the back hallways. “Strawberry cheesecake, caramel chocolate chip cookie dough, and brownie fudge swirl.”

“Sounds good,” you said. “Did you try any yet?”

“What? No!” Steve laughed. “I waited for you. It’s tradition.”

“It’s also tradition for you to steal a scoop and pretend like I don’t notice,” you teased. Steve shrugged but didn’t attempt to fight the smile on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweets,” he said. “I would never set sail on my ocean of flavor without you.”

When the two of you got into the kitchen, you jumped up on the counter next to the freezer. Steve smiled and walked over to you, passing the freezer and focusing only on you. “What’s on your mind, sailor?” you teased, putting your arms over his shoulders so you could twist your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck. Steve didn’t usually let people touch his hair, but he had a soft spot for you, so he let you do it.

And who was he kidding? He was like a puppy. He absolutely adored it.

“You look gorgeous tonight,” he said, putting his hands on your waist.

“Steve,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “I look gross. I’ve been in bed all day.”

“You have?” he said, sounding genuinely confused. And that was fair. You didn’t usually spend an entire day in bed. Usually you sat outside on your front porch with a book or went out to the store just to get out of the house. “Are you feeling okay?”

“‘M fine,” you said, moving your hands from Steve’s hair. You needed a subject change. “Alright, let’s try this ice cream!”

Steve obliged, grabbing his ice cream scoop and then reaching into a cabinet for some plastic spoons and paper cups. You were grateful he didn’t seem to notice your odd behavior.

But he did. Steve wasn’t as clueless as people thought, especially not when it came to you. He could tell something was wrong, and he had a hunch he knew what it was. When you were wearing your bright red lipstick (the one you only kept in your car), 99 out of 100 times, you were having one of your off days. Steve thought you were beautiful, but he knew you didn’t think the same. Some days it was easy to convince you to see your beauty. Other days it was harder.

Steve opened the freezer and dished out two scoops of each flavor into three bowls with one flavor in each bowl. He handed you a spoon and kept one for himself. “First up,” he said dramatically, “strawberry cheesecake.” You both took a spoonful, clinked your spoons together to cheers, and took your first bites of ice cream.

The routine continued for all three flavors until you decided on a favorite: the caramel chocolate chip cookie dough. You were both all smiles as you continued to eat your ice cream, sometimes feeding each other spoonfuls because you were just that adorable.

Steve started to throw everything away and clean up the rest of the back room, and you stared at your feet. “Hey Steve?” you said, looking up at him.

“Yeah?” he said, flashing you a sweet smile.

“Is there anything you don’t like about yourself?” you asked. “Like, about how you look.” Steve let out a low whistle and leaned his back against the table across from you.

“That’s a loaded question,” he said. “Why do you ask?” You just shrugged and stared down at your lap. “Well, I mean, of course I do.”

“You do?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Everyone does,” he said.

“But, like what?” you said in genuine disbelief. “You’re-” You cut yourself off and motioned to him. Steve laughed and ran his hand through his hair.

“Sometimes I don’t think I’m muscular enough,” he said. “I’m kinda scrawny. And I can’t grow facial hair very well. And I have a square head.”

“A square head?” you repeated, unable to hold back your giggle. “What are you talking about? You don’t have a square head.”

“Yes I do,” he said. He turned his head to different angles, trying to prove the fact to you. You just rolled your eyes and put your hands behind you, leaning back on your arms.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said.

“Why’re we even talking about this?” he asked, stepping closer to you. He opened your legs so he could stand between them.

“I don’t like my tummy,” you said. It was matter-of-fact. There was no reason to skirt around the edge with Steve. “It’s too pudgy. And my boobs and my ass suck because my weight just carries weird. I’m like-” You thought. “I’m like the Michelin Man. The Michelin Woman.”

Steve scoffed, “Who’s ridiculous now?”

“I’m not being ridiculous!” you said. “You know it’s true. Everyone knows it’s true. I’m a walking, talking marshmallow. You should just paint me white and make me sell tires.”

“Stop,” Steve said, furrowing his eyebrows. He put his hands on your waist, and you visibly cringed. You knew he was feeling your squishy sides. “(Y/N),” he said, putting his fingers under your chin and making you look up at him. You had been worrying your teeth into your lower lip to stop it from quivering. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. His voice was soft, but firm. “I love your body. Every part of it.”

“You don’t have to say that just because I’m whining,” you said, wiping a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek. “I didn’t mean to invite you to my pity party.”

“I’m not just saying that,” he said. “I could spend hours just holding you and touching you and kissing you.” You blushed and looked away from him again. He made you look at him. “I’m serious, (Y/N). I never get sick of your body.”

“You haven’t even seen all of my body,” you muttered. “I’m sure you’d find parts you didn’t like.”

“Have I ever given you the impression that I wouldn’t like what I saw?” he asked.

“You don’t know what I look like under all of this,” you said, motioning to your clothes. You had this aching feeling of shame in you, and nothing you were saying was making it go away.

“Jesus, I wish we weren’t having this conversation in Scoops fucking Ahoy,” Steve said, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “I know that when I take off your clothes, there won’t be a supermodel underneath, but that’s not the point. 90 pounds, 100, 200, I don’t care. I love you because I think you’re beautiful, inside and out. And when I see you naked for the first time, it’s not going to change my mind.”

There were two things to note from Steve’s short speech.

The first was that he spoke in phrases of certainty. When I take your clothes off. When I see you naked. Not if. When. He wanted to, but more than that, he planned to.

The second was that he said I love you.

In seven months of dating, neither of you had ever uttered those words. Steve had a sketchy past with love, so he no longer tossed the word around lightly. You had never been in love before, and the idea of it scared you.

Yet there you both were: a sailor boy and his shy sweetheart. Inexplicably in love.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until you felt a tear slide down your nose. You wiped it away and sniffed. “You love me?” you said. Steve smiled and wiped some more tears from your cheeks.

“So much,” he said.

You didn’t ask him why, and you didn’t ask him if he was sure. That’s what people would expect you to do. Insecure girl needs proof that someone loves her. That was one stereotype you wouldn’t fulfill. Instead, you laced your fingers in his hair again and whispered, “Say it again.” Steve was happy to oblige.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he said, “I love you.” You let out something that sounded just as much like a laugh as it did a sob and kissed your boyfriend. He smiled and kissed you back, welcoming your body into his open arms.

“I love you too,” you muttered, pulling away only slightly and only for a millisecond. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

“Mm, good to know,” Steve joked. “And I just want you to know-” He pulled back a bit and pressed his forehead against yours. “-if we weren’t in this god forsaken ice cream parlor, I would be stripping you of every piece of your clothing so I could properly worship every-” He stopped and kissed down your jaw. “-part-” His lips settled at your neck, sucking at a spot that made you grab a fistful or his hair. “-of your-” He bit softly on the spot, certainly leaving a mark you’d have trouble covering in the morning. “-body.”

“We-” You breathed in sharply as Steve kissed the base of your throat and to the other side of your neck. “We don’t really have to be in this god forsaken parlor anymore though, do we?” Steve grinned against your skin and shook his head no.

“Hmm,” he hummed, nipping at the new spot he made. “I guess we don't.”

You and Steve each got in your respective cars and drove to Steve’s house. His parents, as usual, weren’t home, so the two of you headed up to his bedroom, unafraid of getting caught. Your lips were pressed to each other’s as you fumbled to Steve’s room, bumping into walls as you turned corners. When you got into his room, you both made your way over to the bed.

You wanted to say you were excited and eager, but mostly you were nervous and hesitant. Maybe you weren’t ready for this. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Steve, and it wasn’t that you didn’t love Steve. It wasn’t even your insecurities eating at you again. It was just … you weren’t sure. You just didn’t feel ready.

Still, you owed it to Steve, you knew. For the past seven months, you had been holding out on him for various reasons and now, you invited yourself over to his house and wanted to bail on the intimate activity Steve was expecting? That wasn’t fair. You could make yourself ready.

You truly underestimated how good Steve was at reading you. Your kisses slowed, and the hand that was inching its way under your shirt stopped its movements. Steve pulled back and looked at you, an understanding smile on his face. “You’re not ready,” he said, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. He was almost completely hovering over you, literally about to take off his clothes, and you weren’t ready? What the hell was wrong with you?

“No, I am,” you said, trying to get yourself to believe it too. “I am.”

“Hey,” Steve said, lifting his hand to stroke your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.” You covered your face with your hands in shame.

“I feel like I lead you on,” you whined. “All that stuff you said at Scoops, and-”

“Everything I said at Scoops will still be true tomorrow,” he said, pulling your hands away from your face, “and the next day, and next week, and next month. No matter how long it takes you, I’ll always mean what I said. I didn’t just say it to get in your pants tonight.” You couldn’t help but giggle, and Steve laid beside you, pulling you close to his chest.

“Why are you the nicest person in Hawkins?” you whispered, tracing the patterns of his Scoops uniform.

“Just in Hawkins?” he teased back. “Not the world? Not even Indiana?” You rolled your eyes with a smile and wrapped your arm around his waist. “Still, I feel like I shouldn’t be praised this much just for being a decent guy.”

“You’d be surprised how rare decent guys are,” you said back. Steve chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Wanna spend the night?” he asked. “I-” He stopped to clear his throat and scratch the back of his neck. “I bought you some pajamas. They’re in one of my drawers.” You looked up at him.

“You did?” you asked. You couldn’t fit into Steve’s clothes, so whenever you spent the night there, you had to bring your own pajamas along with your change of clothes for the next day. Steve nodded and stood up from the bed, still rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly -a tick he had when he was nervous. He opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a jersey style nightgown -much like the one you usually brought to his house- and a pair of short black shorts. He handed them to you with an almost embarrassed look in his eyes.

“I hope that’s not weird,” he said. “I guess I, I just figured it’d be easier in case, you know, in case something like this ever happened where you didn’t plan on staying, but you did, and then-” Steve had been so busy rambling that he hadn’t even realized you stood up from the bed and walked over to him. You startled him by placing a kiss to his lips. He relaxed instantly and kissed you back, resting his hands on the small of your back.

“I love you,” you whispered when you pulled away. Steve smiled and brushed his nose against yours.

“I love you too.”

In a relationship, you didn’t need someone to tell you you weren’t fat, because you were, and that was okay. What you needed was someone who took your needs into consideration and made you feel safe, comfortable, and loved, no matter your own insecurities. There was no one who could do that for you quite like Steve Harrington.

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Abandonment

Will Graham x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1130 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Will’s ex comes back to Wolftrap after leaving suddenly and having to explain herself to him.

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You didn’t have a choice but to leave.

Quantico required your unique set of skills and needed your help to track down a serial killer that they couldn’t find.

...And then, once that case was over, there was another and another after that.

It wasn’t until Jack Crawford, an old friend and your old supervisor reached out to ask for your help that you had to come back.

You knew that if he was asking for you, you had to help. There was no way in the world that you were going to let anything happen to all your old friends.

Still, having to go back to Wolftrap did bring something else to the surface that you would have been glad to bury.

When you had to leave, you packed only what you needed and boarded a jet without much of a word to anyone. It wasn’t ideal, and broke your heart, but you didn’t have a choice.

The main problem with that was that you had to leave behind Will Graham.

The two of you worked together at the university, giving lectures and teaching classes on criminal psychology and behavioral profiling.

...But that wasn’t all.

You and Will had also been in a year long committed relationship, and you cared for him deeply.

Every fiber in your being told you to tell him the truth about Quantico before you had to go, but you just couldn’t make yourself do it.

You knew that it would hurt him to have to see you go and that he would beg you to stay. In your mind, especially at that time, it just seemed easier to leave him and explain later.

Though, you never had gotten around to explaining yourself.

It just never seemed like the right time, and even now, as you were standing outside his office, you still weren’t sure what you were going to say.

In fact, all you could think about was turning around and hiding away from him. For all you knew, you could just avoid him for a few days, until you figured it out.

Not that hiding was a viable option in the long term.

It was against your better judgement, but after a few deep breaths, you knocked on the door, knowing full well that he was inside.

You weren’t who he was expecting, of course, but when Will opened the door, he genuinely had to wonder if he was hallucinating.

He had no clue where you came from or what you wanted from him, but more than anything, he just wanted to know that this was really happening.

In all the time that you'd been gone, he thought about you all the time, but he genuinely never thought he’d see you again.

“What are you doing here?” he asked first, his voice just as monotone and casual as you’d grown used to. He just never saw cause for concern in anything.

Not even this could get a real rise out of him.

“I thought I would come and see you, to tell you I’m back” you tried, shrugging your shoulders gently to try and disperse the tension you were feeling.

It was killing you, to try and figure this whole thing out and  Will was doing little to ease the strangeness between you.

This was absolutely the most awkward experience you’d ever had in your life, and that included the time that Buster jumped in the shower with you and ran through Will's house with your underwear on his head.

This made that whole ordeal look like a cakewalk.

“I’m glad you found your way back” he tried, making it abundantly obvious that the news didn’t amuse him. Sure, he was glad to see you, but it was hard to be glad after everything.

Seeing you again just brought back all these memories that he thought, until now, that he’d buried. Memories of coming into work, expecting you already waiting for him, only to get the news that you had moved.

Memories of when he called you, six times in one day, only to get sent to voicemail every single time. It even forced him to remember packing away all evidence of you in his house because it hurt so bad to be reminded of it.

“Am I to assume that I was the last stop on your reunion tour?” he muttered, the upset in his tone forcing you to acknowledge how he was really feeling.

It was a subtle jab, something anyone else would have missed, but you certainly didn’t. You understood what he was suggesting.

“Actually no, I came to see you first” you countered, folding your arms across your chest as you spoke. It was bound to be uncomfortable for a while, but you never could have seen this coming.

This was much worse than you even imagined.

Not only was Will upset with you, but he was also going to make you explain yourself? You were both adults, you understood the demands of this job when you joined.

You didn’t have a choice.

...But making Will see that would be impossible.

“I understand if you feel abandoned Will, but surely you can’t blame me for this?” you sighed, finding yourself folding your arms across your chest as you spoke, desperate to patch this up.

You loved Will and you knew that he loved you too, but he wasn’t going to just let this go like it was nothing, and maybe he shouldn’t.

When you thought about it, maybe you needed to just let him be angry. While he wasn’t the only one who had been hurt in the whole thing, he was entitled to his feelings.

...Or so you thought, until he spoke again.

“Abandonment requires expectation”

It was a low blow, something you weren’t expecting, and to be completely honest, it hurt.

Will was acting as if you’d never really loved him, like you’d made this choice without thinking about him. Had it been up to you, you wouldn’t have gone in the first place.

That was the part that Will seemed to be missing, but you knew he wasn’t. You had never met a man more brilliant than Will Graham, even if he did occasionally miss social cues.

He knew you, and that had to matter for something. Right now though, you knew that you had to give him time. So, that’s what you were going to do.

“It was nice to see you again, Will”

Your words came and went, and you were gone just as quickly. Anything else was going to be up to Will, because whether you liked it or not, you had to give him his space.

He felt like you left him, and that sort of thing wasn’t going to be fixed overnight.