#trans will

Salvatore | Ch. 1

⚠ READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED: This fan fiction is as graphic, if not more, than the TV show. It is explicit and graphic. Please read all tags and warnings before proceeding.

Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Originally a request! It has... Become a monster of its own, haha ^^;;

Summary: You're a lady of the night by necessity. You hope to score big tonight, preying on what appears to be two deep-pocketed men. Unbeknownst to you, tonight sets in motion the unthinkable. These men are hell-bent on filling the void, to finally have a family.

Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, MDNI, cannibalism, murder, suicide, implied underage, fauxcest, Trans Will, alcoholism, drugging, graphic violence, graphic suicide, graphic murder, graphic depictions of corpses, abuse, implied child abuse, implied underage prostitution, smut (and more)

Read the full fic here on my AO3

THATS HIM. I don't have any real important commentary but is that not just Will going along with things.

Shapeshifter Will. Transfem Will.

AHHHH ITS JUST HIM

Him not having an Identity.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦."

AMAB Hannibal Lecter x AFAB Will Graham (NBC Hannibal)

1,952 words

Contents: Blood (biting/scratching), MLM, cannibalism (mentioned, not actually happening), obsessive behavior, minimal plot, slight choking, eating out (AFAB receiving), p in v, creampie, tears, aftercare

Note: This is my first real fanfic, so I apologize for any mistakes. I am a roleplayer, not a story writer, so I apologize if there's any mistakes, slowed areas, or if anything is rushed. Also this was inspired by a few things. 1. An edit of Hannigram to Prom Queen by ICP (willsglasses on Tiktok) 2. An art piece of Will/Hannibal masquerade dancing. I hope you enjoy.

.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸

Each mask hid faces. Some pale, other ombre, the dim candle colored light keeping each couple in a trance. The music carried through, laughter, clinks of crystal glasses. The aura in Hannibal's mansion was undeniably, sickenly sweet, coating each loving and lustful embrace in something so peacefully naive. Each moan of delight from sweet hickey's, or gentle giggles, being pulled from the crowd did nothing to keep Hannibal from finding Will. Despite their masked faces, that chocolate brown, curly hair, that sweet scent only he had, it had the cannibal drawn to Will like the predator he was. He felt no guilt for his desire to eat Will, no matter how strong his urges became.

His hands found the waist he was searching for, slipping between his arms, his voice low a he muttered his name, drawing it on. His voice seemed to engulf Will, drawing his attention from another guest. The grip was too tight to be anything but possessive. Will knew all too well who grasped him. It was unease that filled him, but the strong course of desire overtook any natural instincts. He was a slave to his own ways, in which he blamed Hannibal.

"You were hiding,"

His voice sounded rough, almost hurt.

"No, I was waiting to see how long it would take."

Hannibal's hands left the warmth he craved so much, his jaw aching to bite Will, like a vampire, lost to its instinct. To devour his flesh and taste, watch his sweet, succulent blood pour from his meat. As the pianist began playing the next song, Hannibal's hands gripped flesh once more, guiding the inexperienced dancer in slow strides, their dance alluring to each unknowing eye, unaware of whom the men were, their host and his meal.

"To taste you would be an intimacy beyond words."

"You're not eating me, Hannibal."

"Mm. We'll see."

Will wasn't entirely sure if that was a threat, or a promise. Their dances had moved across the room, slow strides, following the many other couples in their elegant Bourrées. While their eyes may have been locked, Will had yet to see that firery hunger inside Hannibal. Cannibalism was love unlike any other; one of pure hunger and no hate. Unless, of course, you're eating the rude.

.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚..𖥔 ݁ ˖.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸

The night had ended for many, the crisp air biting into their exposed shoulders and fingers as they entered their cars; but not for the two lovers.

With one hand grazing Will's hip, another pressed against his neck, cutting off enough circulation that his brain began feeling foggy. Hannibal's hands were touching whatever he could find perch on, the desire to consume-- To break Will down and rebuild him in his own image; a beautiful display of organized and calculated bliss.

"Please- Hannibal, please."

The words were electrifying, causing Hannibal to hesitate in his dark thoughts. Not hesitation of harming, but hesitation of dangling the pleasure with the rod of power he held. He hesitated if he should indulge, or toy with his meal furthermore.

"Please what? Use your words, Will. Please won't get you far, but begging might."

It was oh so cruel, causing the already strained man to attempt in forming words, his mind blank. Will pushed his body closer against Hannibal, the sweet scent of arousal sticking to his skin and seeping through the clothes Hannibal only wished to rip off.

"Please Hannibal I- I'll be a good boy. I beg. Just- Touch me, o-or let me- Let me touch you."

Hannibal's eyes fluttered closed momentarily at the foreplay he had created, Will's pathetic words carrying through every lobe of his brain. When his eyes opened, Will was staring at him, needy like a dog in heat. Though, it wouldn't have been too far off with the way the man acts.

He had made no words in reply to the pathetic state he reduced Will to quickly, but his lips found Will's, capturing them in a warm, possessive embrace. While Hannibal's kiss was rough, calculated, Will's was pathetic, messy, completely unlike whom he tried to be outside of these four, large walls, chained down by his own neediness and arousal.

The kiss was guidant enough, causing Will to let down his guard just enough, that the pressure against his heat had forced a moan out of him, his hips needily grinding against the given force, eyes hooded. It's exactly what he wanted; to take the power over Will, to consume him.

Hannibal could no longer control himself, tearing from the dog of a man, moving between his still clothed legs. The fancy outfit Will had decided to put on was just the dressing to this dessert, just a little amuse-bouche, a pre dessert.

But as a man of self control, why would a little slip up harm him? His fingers worked their way up, up, up, before pulling his pants down and off, shoes along, his lips finding the sweet perch of Will's hairy thighs. Soft kisses made a stark contrast to what he was going to do to Will. Eat him, to devour him whole, like the meal he presented himself as, to ruin him for anyone else. Like forbidden lovers, he felt, needing this without ever daring to tell a soul.

Will's head lay back, his arms falling from their support perch on the bed, with a low sigh.

"What will we do after-"

"Silence. Just enjoy what you're having."

Will's annoyance was quickly covered by a short yip, the cold air in Hannibal's oversized room hitting his pelvic warmth all too quickly. Hannibal had muttered something under his breath, a short praise of admiration, probably. Will's anticipation only grew as Hannibal's breath fanned over his throbbing hole, his body reacting, hips bucking. It was a pathetic sight, and Hannibal was loving it.

"Consumption is the sincerest form of appreciation."

But before Will could ask what the man had meant, sparks sent his vision off the rails. His eyes were forced shut, and his thighs clamped around Hannibal's head, caging him in tightly as his heat was eaten with vigor, his clitoris bumping Hannibal's nose, deliciously serving only pleasure and raw intimacy. Long, harsh stripes were being licked upon, before Hannibal's cruel tongue went deeper, folding and curling, not sure if he was attempting to serve pleasure or satiate his hunger. Either way, Will was mewling, fingers tangled in the now messy hair, thigh fat pressed neatly against Hannibal's warm skin. As if it was a perfect mold.

Drunk on the scent, noises, and taste, Hannibal was close to losing himself. Something he hadn't done in years. But before he managed to do anything more, Will came undone against Hannibal's tongue, the flat pushed against the spasming hole, continuing to lick, and forcing overstimulation.

"Ah- N-no more- No more, please-"

Obediently, Hannibal pulled back, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Will's thighs. A sweet gesture, but confusing to them both. As the cannibal stood up, he had to take a moment to admire what he made of the man. Heaving chest, messy hair, tear pricked eyes. It'd be a shame to further ruin him.

But that's exactly why they were here.

Hannibal shed his own clothes, exposing his body, which was quite toned to Will's surprise. Underneath the many layers worn by the doctor, laid eye candy. Sweet, sweet, eye candy.

"Quit staring and do something already."

Will's little needy outburst caused a sly smirk to form. He was admiring his meal.

"I cannot admire that which I'm about to eat?"

Hannibal knew what he was doing. The affect he had. He was toying with Will, making him needy, making him desperate. He'd never admit it, but having Will beg for small things did something predatory to him. Though he didn't particularly enjoy playing with his food, a good chase never let up.

As Will's legs were slowly lifted, fitted on both sides of Hannibal's hips, he began pushing himself in, his hands digging into warm flesh, feeling the connection with humanity that he never truthfully had. Slowly, ever so achingly slow, he slid in, deep, feeling their hips meet with a low grunt, Will's body trembling, face hidden in his hands. Hannibal's warm hands grasped Will's sweaty ones, placing a gentle kiss upon both palms, assuring him to relax, to give into the moment.

"You're tense."

"You're big."

"Maybe you're just tight."

As Will let out a breathless laugh, his body was immediately overwhelmed by the sudden pace, Hannibal leaning over, bending the man he was inside in half, reaching deeper into his stomach. The bulge of Hannibal's cock head pressed against the warm stomach, Will's gummy walls sucking him for all he was worth, pulling him back in each time he pulled out.

His pace only increased, causing Will to arch, a moment for Hannibal to hook his hand around, forcing him to stay in that position as his hips slammed deeper, the skin to form a mound each hit. Will was already too far gone, not taking in anything Hannibal had begun to say. Praises, too soft to be Hannibal's voice rang through his mind, causing Will to question if he was hallucinating again, or if Hannibal was exposing some deep part of himself he's never seen before.

"You're doing so good,"

The voice muttered, catching Will's breath, a sharp cry to escape. Tears had began forming at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Just a little more for me. You can do it."

Will's body began trembling, his nails finding perch against Hannibal's shoulders, before he was hefted up, Hannibal on his knees, now, on the bed, Will's hands clawing against the warmth, drawing blood. Ecstasy from the pain filled Hannibal far more than he filled Will, before biting into Will's shoulder, tasting the metallic fluids.

Will came undone at each sense, his walls clamping against the member, causing Hannibal's own arousal to tighten. His thrusts were sloppy, harsh, rutting into Will, becoming desperate to fill him. To finally claim the one he'd been fascinated with for months now. Blood shed, oceans had risen, empires fell, yet Will still stayed, fighting against all odds, staying the strong man he was.

Whenever he finally finished, fluids filled Will, his cum reaching as deep as possible to keep Will tied with him, before his hips stopped. A white, creamy ring had began forming at his base, showing his dedication.

Will was clearly drowsy, his face stained with tears of bliss, a small bulge remaining. Hannibal felt content, watching Will's eyes slowly close as he pulled out, wincing at the tightness. His fingers wiped away the tears that slipped still, brushing his hands across the bare chest he'd previously paid no mind to.

Will was in a daze, still, not knowing where his warmth had slipped off to. Though, his eyes fluttered open, a short hiss from something wet against his still raw opening awoke him.

There, Hannibal had a cloth, gently applying enough pressure to clean him. Clean him. It was a little alarming to see Hannibal do something so gentle, but Will was far too tired to argue.

"Rest, now, you've earned it."

The voice was so close, warm, as Hannibal pulled Will to his chest, away from the mess on the bed. It'd be dealt with later. Something so tame about this-- The gentle kiss Hannibal placed along the bite he provided earlier and down his neck, mingling with naked bodies pressed against one another and hands pressed against warm flesh; it made the cannibal in his man skin feel oddly human. His muse, his Patroclus.

first please allow me to assume my position which is cowering behind ur mortal body 🩷 ahem!

"he's not like you. he's not like me. he's not like... most." aka... gay n trans will is #real

"it's just, she's so different from other people, and... when you're... when you're different, sometimes... you feel like a mistake." do i even need to explain. a mistake... because he can't be what everyone expects him to be? because none of what he is fits within what is acceptable for boys? perhaps bc what's inside doesn't "fit" with what's on the outside, at least not in the way that people say it should? hm.

if no trans when why always grouped with, paralleled to, assuming commonly female tropes, and taking the side of the ladies? why confused for his sister who also has a fucky gender? 🧐 hm??

if no trans then why did he keep his long sleeves on in the desert even though he was miserable, aka perform the ancient ritual tht all trans kids do bc they'd rather suffer a heat stroke than take off tht mf jacket? what, didn't want to bc he would've felt uncomfortable with his chest so "exposed"?

he shoveled two grains of sand both bc he's a lazy gay and also bc i hear ur not supposed to do hard labor while wearing a binder. just the facts and the rest of the guys understood this.

will loves dragons. dragons come from eggs. will is also an egg (respectfully), has dragon imagery all around him, has dragons in his room, and draws them all the time. 1 + 1 = 🥚 = trans.

people make fun of will's clothes. they're too tight. st literature states he gets hand-me-downs from both joyce and jonathan. his sister also borrows his clothes. depending on what your trans hc is, maybe he prefers his brother's clothes, maybe he prefers his mother and sister's. maybe he likes a baggier fit that hides his body, maybe he likes it when things are more form-fitting. what does he want to emphasize? what does he want to obscure? does he feel better in certain colorways, patterns, or cuts? is that part of what people make fun of? you could do a lot here and it works any which way.

trans will can be anything and anyone. genderqueer? sure. ftm? sure. nonbinary? sure. agender? genderfluid? demigender? whatever floats your boat. he's different, cannot help being different, and always has been. even amongst his fellow freaks, amongst his loved ones, he's still... different; a mistake. in ways they aren't and can't understand. and still, he perseveres. he holds onto his sense of self, clings to it like a lifeline, even when those closest to him try to tear him down. he isn't like anyone else—he's just will. 🏳️‍⚧️