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Fine With That

by adoreejelly23

a hannibal x will omegaverse mpreg fanfic

It was a day like any other for Hannibal Lecter. He had gone through his appointments with his ever present, immaculate composure, not a single hair out of place, his suit just as perfectly smooth as it was, freshly ironed, this morning. He checked his schedule to see whose appointment was next, and suddenly, his cheeks flushed. Hannibal’s… let just say, crush Will Graham, an alpha, had his appointment in a few minutes, at exactly 7 P.M.

Hannibal fumbled in his pockets for his suppressants. A virile alpha like Will would be able to sense his omega pheromones from outside the cabinet, that’s for sure. Though, as his fingers rummaged in his pockets, Hannibal felt his blood run cold.

There was nothing. Hannibal had forgotten his suppressants at home.

Just then, in perfect (or, rather, horrid) timing, a knock at the door.

“This is not good,” Hannibal whispered, pursing his lips. He glanced up at the door and nervously fixed his tie.

Checking feverishly for any loose suppressants in his pockets, Hannibal slowly approached the door. Hopeless, he opened it.

“Hello, Will,” he greeted his client.

Will nodded absently as he stumbled into the room and collapsed into an armchair.

Does he not sense it? Hannibal thought, breathing heavily.

“Today was an absolute mess…” Will began, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. He began talking about the most recent crime, clearly stressed and distracted. Hannibal thanked the skies under his breath and went to sit down in an armchair himself. He felt uncomfortable without suppressants while alone in the same room as an alpha. Goodness, why did Hannibal of all people have to be an omega? Why couldn’t he stay on the down low as a beta? Being an alpha was out of the question as well, since—

“Doctor Lecter, what’s that… smell?” Will asked, sitting up in the armchair. His nostrils moved as he sniffed around for the source of the sweet smell of omega pheromones.

Hannibal flinched. “What smell? I don’t smell a thing,” he said calmly, lifting his chin and straightening his back.

“No, no… there’s a distinctive smell of omega pheromones here,” Will muttered. He lifted his narrowed eyes to look straight at Hannibal. “Are you an omega, Dr. Lecter?”

"Will, I assure you, there's no need for concern," he said. Hannibal’s voice was still steady despite his accelerating heart rate. He attempted to wave dismissively with a shaking hand. "Perhaps it's… er, something lingering from another client?”

Will's eyes narrowed further, his instincts as a profiler kicking in. "No, no, it's definitely coming from you. My own B.O. smells… hehe, different," he said and leaned forward in his armchair. "Why didn't you tell me you were an omega?"

Hannibal stood up, hoping the movement could help dissipate the scent. "I hope that my status as an omega has no effect on our professional relationship," he said as he pulled on his jacket uncomfortably. "Shall we proceed with our session?"

"If you say so, Doctor Lecter," Will replied, his gaze hardening as he clenched the armchair handles all alpha-like. Sweat dripped from his face and chest. Even his curls had become damp with perspiration.

Hannibal forced himself to sit back down, though he felt his hands shaking a little. "Keep talking," he told Will, hoping to redirect the conversation toward Will’s problems.

Will began to speak again. Hannibal made an attempt to listen, but the fact that the scent had now permeated the room was hard to deny. Hannibal couldn't afford any slips, especially not with Will. He liked him, sure, but he had to keep it a secret, otherwise, he would be able to control his pheromones even less.

As Will spoke, his eyes darkened and his voice grew more hushed. The alpha male was clearly affected, even though he was trying to keep it under control. Hannibal inhaled deeply, trying to focus on Will’s words. He had to remain in control.

"Doctor Lecter," Will interrupted his thoughts again. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm… fine, Will," he replied. "Let's continue."

"You're not fine. I can smell your distress,” Will growled. He leapt up from his chair and walked straight at Hannibal, whose heart began beating like crazy. "I can't ignore it, Hannibal. The scent... it's driving me crazy." He stopped right in front of the omega, looking down at him so intensely that Hannibal felt his face growing hot.

Hannibal swallowed hard. It was difficult to think straight. "Will, this isn't appropriate," he murmured, but his body betrayed him, as he leaned forward, toward his one and only alpha.

Will's hand reached out, gently tilting Hannibal's chin up so their eyes met. "Tell me to stop, and I will, babygirl," he whispered.

For a moment, Hannibal hesitated, but the look in Will's eyes was, truly, too much to resist. "Don't stop," he breathed out.

A single sentence from Hannibal was all that Will needed to slam his arm against the armchair’s headrest, cup Hannibal’s face in the other hand, and capture Hannibal’s lips in a kiss, as the latter gasped.

Will embraced Hannibal as they made out, the room fading away. The power of pheromones was truly too strong, and soon, Will found himself trailing a path of rough kisses on Hannibal’s neck, as the omega was pulling at his shirt.

Hannibal needed Will, in something that was much more than a primal urge of all omegas. There’s a reason he fell in love with this sweaty, stressed, nervous man, and he was going to discover that reason today.

“I need you, Will."

With a low growl, Will lifted Hannibal effortlessly. The air was thick and hot. The only sounds were the ticking of a grandfather clock and the heavy breaths of the two men as they explored each other’s bodies in jolting, lustful movements.

They moved to the couch, their clothes off in a frenzy. Hannibal's body was craving the alpha’s dominance as Will bit into his shoulder, leaving a mark. The smell was controlling him, the sweet scent of omega pheromones.

Will’s arms explored Hannibal’s body as the omega gripped his alpha’s shoulders with his sharp nails, leaving red scratches. Their movements were frantic, driven by a need that neither could control. Will lowered his head and dragged his mouth along Hannibal’s torso, leaving marks on his chest and abdomen. Hannibal let out a low gasp as Will hands gripped his therapist’s schlong with long, slender fingers and began pumping it. Hannibal dug his nails into Will’s back even more.

“J-just like that, my little porkchop, jerk my magical fairy wand,” Hannibal whispered in between moans. Where did Will learn this?

“Don’t release just yet,” Will said hoarsely. He grabbed Hannibal’s waist and in a single movement, flipped him over. “We still have a lot to do, babygirl.”

Hannibal’s back arched as Will entered him, a cry of pleasure escaping his lips. Will’s hands were on Hannibal’s waist, helping him pump back and forth, but they weren't needed: Hannibal’s hips moved on their own as Will’s girthy manhood kept growing inside him. The cloud of pheromones had surrounded them, its presence engulfed them and fueled their desires.

“You love it, don’t you, babygirl?” Will muttered, drunk on Hannibal’s pheromones. “You keep tightening around my baguette.”

Hannibal didn’t have the energy to answer. He felt as if his entire body was on fire. His loss of control over his own body was dizzying, and he both hated and loved the feeling. The room spun around him, and Hannibal gasped out when he realized he couldn’t hold back. He shuddered as he reached his peak, arching his back again. Will followed soon after, cumming inside his omega. They collapsed together, breathless, the dizzying scent of their pheromones filling the room.

Hannibal held his hand over his stomach, instinctively feeling the result of their union deep within himself.

***

The pregnancy test was positive, and as Hannibal called Will’s number, he was both giddy with excitement and absolutely terrified of what could come next.

“I’m pregnant,” he announced to the phone, immediately as Will picked up.

“What?” Came Will’s confused response. “It’s mine, isn’t it?...It is mine! Hannibal, what are we going to do next!?!”

“I’m a respected therapist, you’re an FBI profiler. This would surely lead to a scandal if it got out to our highly judgemental society. I propose giving the child up for adoption. We… won’t be good parents, especially with our respective jobs—”

“Then let’s quit.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s quit and run away. We’ll live in some rural area, in a cottage, just the two of us and… our child. We can make a living selling foot pictures! Your feet are slender, aristocratic, with those long, sought-after toes that sell. Mine are pleasantly rounded but rough like an alpha’s should be, veiny, with large big toes, which I named Benjamin and Bartholomew respectively (that adds charm we can capitalize off of). Both of us can upload on separate accounts and start raking in money! With two working parents, I’m sure our family could thrive.”

Hannibal sniffled. He was so focused on his job that he never even considered quitting on it. To think that he was about to put his job before his first-born. And not just any first-born, the child was a product of his and Will’s love.

Hannibal closed his eyes, and immediately felt the breeze of rural summer wind, gentle and warm. Blades of grass tickled the soles of his bare feet, freshly photographed, and there was a cry of a child coming out from inside the cozy wooden cottage behind him. Will was there too, cooing at the crying child, wearing his signature, oh-so-soft flannel. Staying like this forever with Will?

“I’m quite fine with that,” Hannibal whispered into the phone.

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Fine With That

by adoreejelly23

a hannibal x will omegaverse mpreg fanfic

It was a day like any other for Hannibal Lecter. He had gone through his appointments with his ever present, immaculate composure, not a single hair out of place, his suit just as perfectly smooth as it was, freshly ironed, this morning. He checked his schedule to see whose appointment was next, and suddenly, his cheeks flushed. Hannibal’s… let just say, crush Will Graham, an alpha, had his appointment in a few minutes, at exactly 7 P.M.

Hannibal fumbled in his pockets for his suppressants. A virile alpha like Will would be able to sense his omega pheromones from outside the cabinet, that’s for sure. Though, as his fingers rummaged in his pockets, Hannibal felt his blood run cold.

There was nothing. Hannibal had forgotten his suppressants at home.

Just then, in perfect (or, rather, horrid) timing, a knock at the door.

“This is not good,” Hannibal whispered, pursing his lips. He glanced up at the door and nervously fixed his tie.

Checking feverishly for any loose suppressants in his pockets, Hannibal slowly approached the door. Hopeless, he opened it.

“Hello, Will,” he greeted his client.

Will nodded absently as he stumbled into the room and collapsed into an armchair.

Does he not sense it? Hannibal thought, breathing heavily.

“Today was an absolute mess…” Will began, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. He began talking about the most recent crime, clearly stressed and distracted. Hannibal thanked the skies under his breath and went to sit down in an armchair himself. He felt uncomfortable without suppressants while alone in the same room as an alpha. Goodness, why did Hannibal of all people have to be an omega? Why couldn’t he stay on the down low as a beta? Being an alpha was out of the question as well, since—

“Doctor Lecter, what’s that… smell?” Will asked, sitting up in the armchair. His nostrils moved as he sniffed around for the source of the sweet smell of omega pheromones.

Hannibal flinched. “What smell? I don’t smell a thing,” he said calmly, lifting his chin and straightening his back.

“No, no… there’s a distinctive smell of omega pheromones here,” Will muttered. He lifted his narrowed eyes to look straight at Hannibal. “Are you an omega, Dr. Lecter?”

"Will, I assure you, there's no need for concern," he said. Hannibal’s voice was still steady despite his accelerating heart rate. He attempted to wave dismissively with a shaking hand. "Perhaps it's… er, something lingering from another client?”

Will's eyes narrowed further, his instincts as a profiler kicking in. "No, no, it's definitely coming from you. My own B.O. smells… hehe, different," he said and leaned forward in his armchair. "Why didn't you tell me you were an omega?"

Hannibal stood up, hoping the movement could help dissipate the scent. "I hope that my status as an omega has no effect on our professional relationship," he said as he pulled on his jacket uncomfortably. "Shall we proceed with our session?"

"If you say so, Doctor Lecter," Will replied, his gaze hardening as he clenched the armchair handles all alpha-like. Sweat dripped from his face and chest. Even his curls had become damp with perspiration.

Hannibal forced himself to sit back down, though he felt his hands shaking a little. "Keep talking," he told Will, hoping to redirect the conversation toward Will’s problems.

Will began to speak again. Hannibal made an attempt to listen, but the fact that the scent had now permeated the room was hard to deny. Hannibal couldn't afford any slips, especially not with Will. He liked him, sure, but he had to keep it a secret, otherwise, he would be able to control his pheromones even less.

As Will spoke, his eyes darkened and his voice grew more hushed. The alpha male was clearly affected, even though he was trying to keep it under control. Hannibal inhaled deeply, trying to focus on Will’s words. He had to remain in control.

"Doctor Lecter," Will interrupted his thoughts again. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm… fine, Will," he replied. "Let's continue."

"You're not fine. I can smell your distress,” Will growled. He leapt up from his chair and walked straight at Hannibal, whose heart began beating like crazy. "I can't ignore it, Hannibal. The scent... it's driving me crazy." He stopped right in front of the omega, looking down at him so intensely that Hannibal felt his face growing hot.

Hannibal swallowed hard. It was difficult to think straight. "Will, this isn't appropriate," he murmured, but his body betrayed him, as he leaned forward, toward his one and only alpha.

Will's hand reached out, gently tilting Hannibal's chin up so their eyes met. "Tell me to stop, and I will, babygirl," he whispered.

For a moment, Hannibal hesitated, but the look in Will's eyes was, truly, too much to resist. "Don't stop," he breathed out.

A single sentence from Hannibal was all that Will needed to slam his arm against the armchair’s headrest, cup Hannibal’s face in the other hand, and capture Hannibal’s lips in a kiss, as the latter gasped.

Will embraced Hannibal as they made out, the room fading away. The power of pheromones was truly too strong, and soon, Will found himself trailing a path of rough kisses on Hannibal’s neck, as the omega was pulling at his shirt.

Hannibal needed Will, in something that was much more than a primal urge of all omegas. There’s a reason he fell in love with this sweaty, stressed, nervous man, and he was going to discover that reason today.

“I need you, Will."

With a low growl, Will lifted Hannibal effortlessly. The air was thick and hot. The only sounds were the ticking of a grandfather clock and the heavy breaths of the two men as they explored each other’s bodies in jolting, lustful movements.

They moved to the couch, their clothes off in a frenzy. Hannibal's body was craving the alpha’s dominance as Will bit into his shoulder, leaving a mark. The smell was controlling him, the sweet scent of omega pheromones.

Will’s arms explored Hannibal’s body as the omega gripped his alpha’s shoulders with his sharp nails, leaving red scratches. Their movements were frantic, driven by a need that neither could control. Will lowered his head and dragged his mouth along Hannibal’s torso, leaving marks on his chest and abdomen. Hannibal let out a low gasp as Will hands gripped his therapist’s schlong with long, slender fingers and began pumping it. Hannibal dug his nails into Will’s back even more.

“J-just like that, my little porkchop, jerk my magical fairy wand,” Hannibal whispered in between moans. Where did Will learn this?

“Don’t release just yet,” Will said hoarsely. He grabbed Hannibal’s waist and in a single movement, flipped him over. “We still have a lot to do, babygirl.”

Hannibal’s back arched as Will entered him, a cry of pleasure escaping his lips. Will’s hands were on Hannibal’s waist, helping him pump back and forth, but they weren't needed: Hannibal’s hips moved on their own as Will’s girthy manhood kept growing inside him. The cloud of pheromones had surrounded them, its presence engulfed them and fueled their desires.

“You love it, don’t you, babygirl?” Will muttered, drunk on Hannibal’s pheromones. “You keep tightening around my baguette.”

Hannibal didn’t have the energy to answer. He felt as if his entire body was on fire. His loss of control over his own body was dizzying, and he both hated and loved the feeling. The room spun around him, and Hannibal gasped out when he realized he couldn’t hold back. He shuddered as he reached his peak, arching his back again. Will followed soon after, cumming inside his omega. They collapsed together, breathless, the dizzying scent of their pheromones filling the room.

Hannibal held his hand over his stomach, instinctively feeling the result of their union deep within himself.

***

The pregnancy test was positive, and as Hannibal called Will’s number, he was both giddy with excitement and absolutely terrified of what could come next.

“I’m pregnant,” he announced to the phone, immediately as Will picked up.

“What?” Came Will’s confused response. “It’s mine, isn’t it?...It is mine! Hannibal, what are we going to do next!?!”

“I’m a respected therapist, you’re an FBI profiler. This would surely lead to a scandal if it got out to our highly judgemental society. I propose giving the child up for adoption. We… won’t be good parents, especially with our respective jobs—”

“Then let’s quit.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s quit and run away. We’ll live in some rural area, in a cottage, just the two of us and… our child. We can make a living selling foot pictures! Your feet are slender, aristocratic, with those long, sought-after toes that sell. Mine are pleasantly rounded but rough like an alpha’s should be, veiny, with large big toes, which I named Benjamin and Bartholomew respectively (that adds charm we can capitalize off of). Both of us can upload on separate accounts and start raking in money! With two working parents, I’m sure our family could thrive.”

Hannibal sniffled. He was so focused on his job that he never even considered quitting on it. To think that he was about to put his job before his first-born. And not just any first-born, the child was a product of his and Will’s love.

Hannibal closed his eyes, and immediately felt the breeze of rural summer wind, gentle and warm. Blades of grass tickled the soles of his bare feet, freshly photographed, and there was a cry of a child coming out from inside the cozy wooden cottage behind him. Will was there too, cooing at the crying child, wearing his signature, oh-so-soft flannel. Staying like this forever with Will?

“I’m quite fine with that,” Hannibal whispered into the phone.

.

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Fine With That

by adoreejelly23

a hannibal x will omegaverse mpreg fanfic

It was a day like any other for Hannibal Lecter. He had gone through his appointments with his ever present, immaculate composure, not a single hair out of place, his suit just as perfectly smooth as it was, freshly ironed, this morning. He checked his schedule to see whose appointment was next, and suddenly, his cheeks flushed. Hannibal’s… let just say, crush Will Graham, an alpha, had his appointment in a few minutes, at exactly 7 P.M.

Hannibal fumbled in his pockets for his suppressants. A virile alpha like Will would be able to sense his omega pheromones from outside the cabinet, that’s for sure. Though, as his fingers rummaged in his pockets, Hannibal felt his blood run cold.

There was nothing. Hannibal had forgotten his suppressants at home.

Just then, in perfect (or, rather, horrid) timing, a knock at the door.

“This is not good,” Hannibal whispered, pursing his lips. He glanced up at the door and nervously fixed his tie.

Checking feverishly for any loose suppressants in his pockets, Hannibal slowly approached the door. Hopeless, he opened it.

“Hello, Will,” he greeted his client.

Will nodded absently as he stumbled into the room and collapsed into an armchair.

Does he not sense it? Hannibal thought, breathing heavily.

“Today was an absolute mess…” Will began, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. He began talking about the most recent crime, clearly stressed and distracted. Hannibal thanked the skies under his breath and went to sit down in an armchair himself. He felt uncomfortable without suppressants while alone in the same room as an alpha. Goodness, why did Hannibal of all people have to be an omega? Why couldn’t he stay on the down low as a beta? Being an alpha was out of the question as well, since—

“Doctor Lecter, what’s that… smell?” Will asked, sitting up in the armchair. His nostrils moved as he sniffed around for the source of the sweet smell of omega pheromones.

Hannibal flinched. “What smell? I don’t smell a thing,” he said calmly, lifting his chin and straightening his back.

“No, no… there’s a distinctive smell of omega pheromones here,” Will muttered. He lifted his narrowed eyes to look straight at Hannibal. “Are you an omega, Dr. Lecter?”

"Will, I assure you, there's no need for concern," he said. Hannibal’s voice was still steady despite his accelerating heart rate. He attempted to wave dismissively with a shaking hand. "Perhaps it's… er, something lingering from another client?”

Will's eyes narrowed further, his instincts as a profiler kicking in. "No, no, it's definitely coming from you. My own B.O. smells… hehe, different," he said and leaned forward in his armchair. "Why didn't you tell me you were an omega?"

Hannibal stood up, hoping the movement could help dissipate the scent. "I hope that my status as an omega has no effect on our professional relationship," he said as he pulled on his jacket uncomfortably. "Shall we proceed with our session?"

"If you say so, Doctor Lecter," Will replied, his gaze hardening as he clenched the armchair handles all alpha-like. Sweat dripped from his face and chest. Even his curls had become damp with perspiration.

Hannibal forced himself to sit back down, though he felt his hands shaking a little. "Keep talking," he told Will, hoping to redirect the conversation toward Will’s problems.

Will began to speak again. Hannibal made an attempt to listen, but the fact that the scent had now permeated the room was hard to deny. Hannibal couldn't afford any slips, especially not with Will. He liked him, sure, but he had to keep it a secret, otherwise, he would be able to control his pheromones even less.

As Will spoke, his eyes darkened and his voice grew more hushed. The alpha male was clearly affected, even though he was trying to keep it under control. Hannibal inhaled deeply, trying to focus on Will’s words. He had to remain in control.

"Doctor Lecter," Will interrupted his thoughts again. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm… fine, Will," he replied. "Let's continue."

"You're not fine. I can smell your distress,” Will growled. He leapt up from his chair and walked straight at Hannibal, whose heart began beating like crazy. "I can't ignore it, Hannibal. The scent... it's driving me crazy." He stopped right in front of the omega, looking down at him so intensely that Hannibal felt his face growing hot.

Hannibal swallowed hard. It was difficult to think straight. "Will, this isn't appropriate," he murmured, but his body betrayed him, as he leaned forward, toward his one and only alpha.

Will's hand reached out, gently tilting Hannibal's chin up so their eyes met. "Tell me to stop, and I will, babygirl," he whispered.

For a moment, Hannibal hesitated, but the look in Will's eyes was, truly, too much to resist. "Don't stop," he breathed out.

A single sentence from Hannibal was all that Will needed to slam his arm against the armchair’s headrest, cup Hannibal’s face in the other hand, and capture Hannibal’s lips in a kiss, as the latter gasped.

Will embraced Hannibal as they made out, the room fading away. The power of pheromones was truly too strong, and soon, Will found himself trailing a path of rough kisses on Hannibal’s neck, as the omega was pulling at his shirt.

Hannibal needed Will, in something that was much more than a primal urge of all omegas. There’s a reason he fell in love with this sweaty, stressed, nervous man, and he was going to discover that reason today.

“I need you, Will."

With a low growl, Will lifted Hannibal effortlessly. The air was thick and hot. The only sounds were the ticking of a grandfather clock and the heavy breaths of the two men as they explored each other’s bodies in jolting, lustful movements.

They moved to the couch, their clothes off in a frenzy. Hannibal's body was craving the alpha’s dominance as Will bit into his shoulder, leaving a mark. The smell was controlling him, the sweet scent of omega pheromones.

Will’s arms explored Hannibal’s body as the omega gripped his alpha’s shoulders with his sharp nails, leaving red scratches. Their movements were frantic, driven by a need that neither could control. Will lowered his head and dragged his mouth along Hannibal’s torso, leaving marks on his chest and abdomen. Hannibal let out a low gasp as Will hands gripped his therapist’s schlong with long, slender fingers and began pumping it. Hannibal dug his nails into Will’s back even more.

“J-just like that, my little porkchop, jerk my magical fairy wand,” Hannibal whispered in between moans. Where did Will learn this?

“Don’t release just yet,” Will said hoarsely. He grabbed Hannibal’s waist and in a single movement, flipped him over. “We still have a lot to do, babygirl.”

Hannibal’s back arched as Will entered him, a cry of pleasure escaping his lips. Will’s hands were on Hannibal’s waist, helping him pump back and forth, but they weren't needed: Hannibal’s hips moved on their own as Will’s girthy manhood kept growing inside him. The cloud of pheromones had surrounded them, its presence engulfed them and fueled their desires.

“You love it, don’t you, babygirl?” Will muttered, drunk on Hannibal’s pheromones. “You keep tightening around my baguette.”

Hannibal didn’t have the energy to answer. He felt as if his entire body was on fire. His loss of control over his own body was dizzying, and he both hated and loved the feeling. The room spun around him, and Hannibal gasped out when he realized he couldn’t hold back. He shuddered as he reached his peak, arching his back again. Will followed soon after, cumming inside his omega. They collapsed together, breathless, the dizzying scent of their pheromones filling the room.

Hannibal held his hand over his stomach, instinctively feeling the result of their union deep within himself.

***

The pregnancy test was positive, and as Hannibal called Will’s number, he was both giddy with excitement and absolutely terrified of what could come next.

“I’m pregnant,” he announced to the phone, immediately as Will picked up.

“What?” Came Will’s confused response. “It’s mine, isn’t it?...It is mine! Hannibal, what are we going to do next!?!”

“I’m a respected therapist, you’re an FBI profiler. This would surely lead to a scandal if it got out to our highly judgemental society. I propose giving the child up for adoption. We… won’t be good parents, especially with our respective jobs—”

“Then let’s quit.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s quit and run away. We’ll live in some rural area, in a cottage, just the two of us and… our child. We can make a living selling foot pictures! Your feet are slender, aristocratic, with those long, sought-after toes that sell. Mine are pleasantly rounded but rough like an alpha’s should be, veiny, with large big toes, which I named Benjamin and Bartholomew respectively (that adds charm we can capitalize off of). Both of us can upload on separate accounts and start raking in money! With two working parents, I’m sure our family could thrive.”

Hannibal sniffled. He was so focused on his job that he never even considered quitting on it. To think that he was about to put his job before his first-born. And not just any first-born, the child was a product of his and Will’s love.

Hannibal closed his eyes, and immediately felt the breeze of rural summer wind, gentle and warm. Blades of grass tickled the soles of his bare feet, freshly photographed, and there was a cry of a child coming out from inside the cozy wooden cottage behind him. Will was there too, cooing at the crying child, wearing his signature, oh-so-soft flannel. Staying like this forever with Will?

“I’m quite fine with that,” Hannibal whispered into the phone.

.

.

.

haiiii! tysm for reading my fic <3 pls like to spread this.... whatever this is... around and also go visit my ao3 account of the same name: adoreejelly23 to see more of my works :3

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Fine With That

by adoreejelly23

a hannibal x will omegaverse mpreg fanfic

It was a day like any other for Hannibal Lecter. He had gone through his appointments with his ever present, immaculate composure, not a single hair out of place, his suit just as perfectly smooth as it was, freshly ironed, this morning. He checked his schedule to see whose appointment was next, and suddenly, his cheeks flushed. Hannibal’s… let just say, crush Will Graham, an alpha, had his appointment in a few minutes, at exactly 7 P.M.

Hannibal fumbled in his pockets for his suppressants. A virile alpha like Will would be able to sense his omega pheromones from outside the cabinet, that’s for sure. Though, as his fingers rummaged in his pockets, Hannibal felt his blood run cold.

There was nothing. Hannibal had forgotten his suppressants at home.

Just then, in perfect (or, rather, horrid) timing, a knock at the door.

“This is not good,” Hannibal whispered, pursing his lips. He glanced up at the door and nervously fixed his tie.

Checking feverishly for any loose suppressants in his pockets, Hannibal slowly approached the door. Hopeless, he opened it.

“Hello, Will,” he greeted his client.

Will nodded absently as he stumbled into the room and collapsed into an armchair.

Does he not sense it? Hannibal thought, breathing heavily.

“Today was an absolute mess…” Will began, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. He began talking about the most recent crime, clearly stressed and distracted. Hannibal thanked the skies under his breath and went to sit down in an armchair himself. He felt uncomfortable without suppressants while alone in the same room as an alpha. Goodness, why did Hannibal of all people have to be an omega? Why couldn’t he stay on the down low as a beta? Being an alpha was out of the question as well, since—

“Doctor Lecter, what’s that… smell?” Will asked, sitting up in the armchair. His nostrils moved as he sniffed around for the source of the sweet smell of omega pheromones.

Hannibal flinched. “What smell? I don’t smell a thing,” he said calmly, lifting his chin and straightening his back.

“No, no… there’s a distinctive smell of omega pheromones here,” Will muttered. He lifted his narrowed eyes to look straight at Hannibal. “Are you an omega, Dr. Lecter?”

"Will, I assure you, there's no need for concern," he said. Hannibal’s voice was still steady despite his accelerating heart rate. He attempted to wave dismissively with a shaking hand. "Perhaps it's… er, something lingering from another client?”

Will's eyes narrowed further, his instincts as a profiler kicking in. "No, no, it's definitely coming from you. My own B.O. smells… hehe, different," he said and leaned forward in his armchair. "Why didn't you tell me you were an omega?"

Hannibal stood up, hoping the movement could help dissipate the scent. "I hope that my status as an omega has no effect on our professional relationship," he said as he pulled on his jacket uncomfortably. "Shall we proceed with our session?"

"If you say so, Doctor Lecter," Will replied, his gaze hardening as he clenched the armchair handles all alpha-like. Sweat dripped from his face and chest. Even his curls had become damp with perspiration.

Hannibal forced himself to sit back down, though he felt his hands shaking a little. "Keep talking," he told Will, hoping to redirect the conversation toward Will’s problems.

Will began to speak again. Hannibal made an attempt to listen, but the fact that the scent had now permeated the room was hard to deny. Hannibal couldn't afford any slips, especially not with Will. He liked him, sure, but he had to keep it a secret, otherwise, he would be able to control his pheromones even less.

As Will spoke, his eyes darkened and his voice grew more hushed. The alpha male was clearly affected, even though he was trying to keep it under control. Hannibal inhaled deeply, trying to focus on Will’s words. He had to remain in control.

"Doctor Lecter," Will interrupted his thoughts again. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm… fine, Will," he replied. "Let's continue."

"You're not fine. I can smell your distress,” Will growled. He leapt up from his chair and walked straight at Hannibal, whose heart began beating like crazy. "I can't ignore it, Hannibal. The scent... it's driving me crazy." He stopped right in front of the omega, looking down at him so intensely that Hannibal felt his face growing hot.

Hannibal swallowed hard. It was difficult to think straight. "Will, this isn't appropriate," he murmured, but his body betrayed him, as he leaned forward, toward his one and only alpha.

Will's hand reached out, gently tilting Hannibal's chin up so their eyes met. "Tell me to stop, and I will, babygirl," he whispered.

For a moment, Hannibal hesitated, but the look in Will's eyes was, truly, too much to resist. "Don't stop," he breathed out.

A single sentence from Hannibal was all that Will needed to slam his arm against the armchair’s headrest, cup Hannibal’s face in the other hand, and capture Hannibal’s lips in a kiss, as the latter gasped.

Will embraced Hannibal as they made out, the room fading away. The power of pheromones was truly too strong, and soon, Will found himself trailing a path of rough kisses on Hannibal’s neck, as the omega was pulling at his shirt.

Hannibal needed Will, in something that was much more than a primal urge of all omegas. There’s a reason he fell in love with this sweaty, stressed, nervous man, and he was going to discover that reason today.

“I need you, Will."

With a low growl, Will lifted Hannibal effortlessly. The air was thick and hot. The only sounds were the ticking of a grandfather clock and the heavy breaths of the two men as they explored each other’s bodies in jolting, lustful movements.

They moved to the couch, their clothes off in a frenzy. Hannibal's body was craving the alpha’s dominance as Will bit into his shoulder, leaving a mark. The smell was controlling him, the sweet scent of omega pheromones.

Will’s arms explored Hannibal’s body as the omega gripped his alpha’s shoulders with his sharp nails, leaving red scratches. Their movements were frantic, driven by a need that neither could control. Will lowered his head and dragged his mouth along Hannibal’s torso, leaving marks on his chest and abdomen. Hannibal let out a low gasp as Will hands gripped his therapist’s schlong with long, slender fingers and began pumping it. Hannibal dug his nails into Will’s back even more.

“J-just like that, my little porkchop, jerk my magical fairy wand,” Hannibal whispered in between moans. Where did Will learn this?

“Don’t release just yet,” Will said hoarsely. He grabbed Hannibal’s waist and in a single movement, flipped him over. “We still have a lot to do, babygirl.”

Hannibal’s back arched as Will entered him, a cry of pleasure escaping his lips. Will’s hands were on Hannibal’s waist, helping him pump back and forth, but they weren't needed: Hannibal’s hips moved on their own as Will’s girthy manhood kept growing inside him. The cloud of pheromones had surrounded them, its presence engulfed them and fueled their desires.

“You love it, don’t you, babygirl?” Will muttered, drunk on Hannibal’s pheromones. “You keep tightening around my baguette.”

Hannibal didn’t have the energy to answer. He felt as if his entire body was on fire. His loss of control over his own body was dizzying, and he both hated and loved the feeling. The room spun around him, and Hannibal gasped out when he realized he couldn’t hold back. He shuddered as he reached his peak, arching his back again. Will followed soon after, cumming inside his omega. They collapsed together, breathless, the dizzying scent of their pheromones filling the room.

Hannibal held his hand over his stomach, instinctively feeling the result of their union deep within himself.

***

The pregnancy test was positive, and as Hannibal called Will’s number, he was both giddy with excitement and absolutely terrified of what could come next.

“I’m pregnant,” he announced to the phone, immediately as Will picked up.

“What?” Came Will’s confused response. “It’s mine, isn’t it?...It is mine! Hannibal, what are we going to do next!?!”

“I’m a respected therapist, you’re an FBI profiler. This would surely lead to a scandal if it got out to our highly judgemental society. I propose giving the child up for adoption. We… won’t be good parents, especially with our respective jobs—”

“Then let’s quit.”

“Huh?”

“Let’s quit and run away. We’ll live in some rural area, in a cottage, just the two of us and… our child. We can make a living selling foot pictures! Your feet are slender, aristocratic, with those long, sought-after toes that sell. Mine are pleasantly rounded but rough like an alpha’s should be, veiny, with large big toes, which I named Benjamin and Bartholomew respectively (that adds charm we can capitalize off of). Both of us can upload on separate accounts and start raking in money! With two working parents, I’m sure our family could thrive.”

Hannibal sniffled. He was so focused on his job that he never even considered quitting on it. To think that he was about to put his job before his first-born. And not just any first-born, the child was a product of his and Will’s love.

Hannibal closed his eyes, and immediately felt the breeze of rural summer wind, gentle and warm. Blades of grass tickled the soles of his bare feet, freshly photographed, and there was a cry of a child coming out from inside the cozy wooden cottage behind him. Will was there too, cooing at the crying child, wearing his signature, oh-so-soft flannel. Staying like this forever with Will?

“I’m quite fine with that,” Hannibal whispered into the phone.

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The Winery For Me (A Diluc x Dawn Winery Comic)

by adoreejelly23

a short collection of drawings in which diluc (genshin impact) and dawn winery's (genshin impact) relationship goes... a little farther than just a dude and his house...

*read right to left*

some additional art <3

read an additional fanfic to this crackship in this link:

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The Winery For Me (A Diluc x Dawn Winery Comic)

by adoreejelly23

a short collection of drawings in which diluc (genshin impact) and dawn winery's (genshin impact) relationship goes... a little farther than just a dude and his house...

*read right to left*

some additional art <3

read an additional fanfic to this crackship in this link:

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Kaveh Seeks Husband

by adoreejelly23

a snippet of my crack kavetham fanfic where alhaitham is a horse with a human head and kaveh has artblock (all additional art by me)

***

"Welcome to my humble abode," Kaveh said, opening the doors to his house in Sumeru City.

"It's quite dusty in here," Alhaitham remarked. "So, uh, what should I do, as your muse?"

Kaveh froze. He was too enamored with Alhaitham as a person/horse (?) to think about what exactly a muse should do.

"Uhm, I think you just pose?" Kaveh suggested. "Isn't that something a muse should do, Mehrak?"

"Beep!" Mehrak confirmed.

"Alright, then," Alhaitham shrugged. He threw one of his front legs behind his head, raised the other one in the air, crossed his hind legs over each other, and bent himself backwards.

"Uh, no," Kaveh said with a straight face. "Ew."

"Bruh," Mehrak said with a straight face.

"Then I don't get what you want me to do?" Alhaitham returned back to standing on four hooves.

"Just be yourself!" Kaveh said. "You are who I fell in love- COUGH COUGH- I MEAN, WHAAAAAT?"

"Uh-huh..." Alhaitham nodded and inched away from Kaveh. "Erm, I'll just go look in this little storage room. Maybe inspiration could come to you from something I find in there."

Alhaitham was digging through Kaveh's storage room. Among the old pens, dusty rulers, and other architect junk, was a large leather saddle. Alhaitham put his hooves on either side of it and raised it like the holy grail, above his head.

"Hey, Kaveh," Alhaitham called. "Won't you... ride me?"

"BEEP!?" Mehrak exclaimed, its eyes wide.

"A-alhaitham!?" Kaveh stuttered, staring wide eyed at the saddle. "R-r-ride you!?"

"Yes, why do you look so flustered?" Alhaitham raised an eyebrow.

"It's nothing," Kaveh said with a sigh. Right, there was nothing in this relationship beyond work. And he shouldn't dream of more.

***

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The Winery For Me (A Diluc x Dawn Winery Comic)

by adoreejelly23

a short collection of drawings in which diluc (genshin impact) and dawn winery's (genshin impact) relationship goes... a little farther than just a dude and his house...

*read right to left*

some additional art <3

read an additional fanfic to this crackship in this link:

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The Winery For Me (A Diluc x Dawn Winery Comic)

by adoreejelly23

a short collection of drawings in which diluc (genshin impact) and dawn winery's (genshin impact) relationship goes... a little farther than just a dude and his house...

*read right to left*

some additional art <3

read an additional fanfic to this crackship in this link:

[adoreejelly23]

Kaveh Seeks Husband

by adoreejelly23

a snippet of my crack kavetham fanfic where alhaitham is a horse with a human head and kaveh has artblock (all additional art by me)

***

"Welcome to my humble abode," Kaveh said, opening the doors to his house in Sumeru City.

"It's quite dusty in here," Alhaitham remarked. "So, uh, what should I do, as your muse?"

Kaveh froze. He was too enamored with Alhaitham as a person/horse (?) to think about what exactly a muse should do.

"Uhm, I think you just pose?" Kaveh suggested. "Isn't that something a muse should do, Mehrak?"

"Beep!" Mehrak confirmed.

"Alright, then," Alhaitham shrugged. He threw one of his front legs behind his head, raised the other one in the air, crossed his hind legs over each other, and bent himself backwards.

"Uh, no," Kaveh said with a straight face. "Ew."

"Bruh," Mehrak said with a straight face.

"Then I don't get what you want me to do?" Alhaitham returned back to standing on four hooves.

"Just be yourself!" Kaveh said. "You are who I fell in love- COUGH COUGH- I MEAN, WHAAAAAT?"

"Uh-huh..." Alhaitham nodded and inched away from Kaveh. "Erm, I'll just go look in this little storage room. Maybe inspiration could come to you from something I find in there."

Alhaitham was digging through Kaveh's storage room. Among the old pens, dusty rulers, and other architect junk, was a large leather saddle. Alhaitham put his hooves on either side of it and raised it like the holy grail, above his head.

"Hey, Kaveh," Alhaitham called. "Won't you... ride me?"

"BEEP!?" Mehrak exclaimed, its eyes wide.

"A-alhaitham!?" Kaveh stuttered, staring wide eyed at the saddle. "R-r-ride you!?"

"Yes, why do you look so flustered?" Alhaitham raised an eyebrow.

"It's nothing," Kaveh said with a sigh. Right, there was nothing in this relationship beyond work. And he shouldn't dream of more.

***

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or:

I have more genshin crackfics + art posted on my wattpad so please check that out as well <3

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