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will graham x reader

requested! sorry for the delay. hope you like it <3 tw! self biting

"stop." you nod absently, mind focused on the soothing ache from your skin. your eyes were on the glowing tv screen, will's voice a pleasant background hum that you don't register initially. you´re sitting beside him in the couch, legs pressed against your chest, socked foot on top of the crochet blanket. your knees are bare, and your mouth is glued to them, your teeth trying to break the supple flesh. "stop it." his voice is stern now, you know he's frowning, and before you can retort, his cold hand creeps behind your neck, under your hair, cupping your nape and squeezing it with little pressure. your mouth, that has been so occupied, unlatches itself from your skin, leaving room for a sigh. will sighs too, in relief, his hand relaxing against your neck, his thumb promptly soothing you. "good." he mutters the same way he does to the dogs, albeit more fondly, and your cheeks burn. you hadnt realize that your teeth were against your skin, a small anxious and old habit that sometimes show itself. your push your knees away from your chest, crescents of teeth imprinted to your skin. one of them is so angry, that it almost matches your burning cheek. you slide away from will in embarrassment. of course, he notices it, and claims your wrist on hi hand, dragging you close to him again, close enough to his lap. you feel like one of his dogs in moments like these, and you huff in protest, noticing the intricate pattern of his new wool sweater. he smiles and kisses your hair. "whats going on inside your mind, that has you baring your teeth?" you roll your eyes, sliding until your entirely on his lap, his hands pulling the blanket to cover your bare skin. you dont know, precisely, what is that is making you anxious in this moment. could be your thesis, could be your work, could be how much you miss your parents, could be your future. probably all. he notices your brows furrowing in concern and tired sighing. will knows, he always does, but he thinks its healthier for you to say it out loud. once he realizes you wont, he squeezes you against his chest, making you yelp. he pulls the blanket off your legs to inspect the new forming bruises on your knees. you feel self-conscious and embarrassed, trying your best to escape his inquiring eyes. (not that you actually want to, you cant recall one time you wanted to be somewhere else other than in his eyes reach.) he holds you still, firm hands against your spasming limbs. you stop fidgeting and he lowers his head, eyes glued to yours, to press his mouth to your teeth marks. you gasp, his mouth is too warm when compared to your bare body, and he smiles against your skin. not the usual smug smirk, but a small, fond smile. he kisses both your knees again, before sitting back against the couch, pulling you in. your creasing face relaxes, your whole body on ease with the aromatic smell of his cologne. "gonna buy you a teether." he mutters against your hair, and you push at him, telling him to fuck off. he laughs, overly pleased in teasing you. you move against him, sliding off his lap to sit back on the couch. "you can bite me next time." he murmurs. "if you want." he adds, eyes looking at the tv, instead of you. there's a small peach hue on his neck and ears and you smirk. you're about to let out a very deviant remark, but his soft voice shushes you. "you shouldn't hurt yourself." you nod, ashamed. will brings a hand to your face, and you notice he is not chastising you, he is worried about you. you bury your face on his hand, thriving on his affection.

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pairing: Will Graham x anxious!gn!reader genre: angst comfort • coping notes: based on this ask! Thinking about Will or Hannibal with reader who has the habit of digging their nails into their skin and drawing blood. Perhaps when anxious, or just subconsciously warnings: blood, anxiety, nail scratching/digging as a coping mechanism MINORS DNI!! masterlist join my taglist ─── ꒰ ❤️‍🩹 ꒱ ───

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Habit

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Will kicks his habit

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Unsatisfying Answer

Will Graham x GN!Reader (SFW)

Summary: Will isn't a good question answer-er

Warnings: no use of y/n. Swearing. Premartial flirting. Might be a bit out of character? soz

Word Count: 947

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pairing: will graham x gn!reader genre: comfort notes: nobody can stop me from making will being pet, also, winner of another poll (I like polls okay...) will is your bf/partner and he's... not really a morning person, little head canon imagine guys you know the drill by now... :3 MINORS DNI!! masterlist ─── ꒰ ☕️ ꒱ ───

Will graham x fem!reader

dont know if this is smut? pre smut? something like that. maybe ill do a part 2 if i ever stop being lazy (i wont)

Will is crowding your personal space since he got back from work. It bothers you, mostly because you, and apparently him, had a long fucking day outside the warm cabin, and you wish nothing more than a long hot shower and a comfortable bed. Will is tense and in a awful sarcastic mood, but he tries to fall back into your graces by following you around the house like one of the dogs. You are also tense and a little annoyed at his "pushing you away verbally but pulling you in physically" antics, plus the whole mess you had to deal at your job today. Will seems to enjoy annoying you when he's annoyed. It seems he actually craves the banter that it turns into a heated argument and ends up with you panting under him. Not that you don't enjoy it the same. Will has a need to prove himself right, and by needing to prove yourself right, you have the need to prove him wrong. You're not engaging in any bickering today though. You already had an exhausting day full of meetings and arguments at work and even though you do like to counter whatever comes out of his mouth just to spite him, you decide not to play games tonight. Plus, it's a very toxic behavior you both have, and you promised your therapist (not Dr. Lecter) that you would not indulge it.

Will is not very happy with your avoidance and blatant neglect of his sarcastic tone and words, he does like to hear you whine and argue back. He crowds you again, right as you leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel. You roll your eyes knowing exactly what he's about to quarrel about. Usually, you leave the door open and unlocked when showering, since he has the habit of jumping in or just chatting with you while you get clean. Today you did left the door unlocked, but closed. Semi-closed actually, you like some privacy while peeing, you assume the wind has closed it. It's not your fault really, and you shrug when he gives you those stormy eyes. Will frowns, his mouth opening to say something when you leave him in the corridor, walking straight into your shared bedroom and, purposefully, closing the door. Will rolls his eyes and sigh, deciding you're done for. Inside the room you can't help but let out a small laugh. Even though you said you weren't going to engage in any discussions just out of spite, you realize that ignoring him just out of spite its a better game. This one you intend to play, and you think you could win.

Will storms inside the room shortly after your realization, and you cover your mouth to hide a smile. The dogs tried to follow you both, but he effectively locked them out with a small "tsk" and hand gestures. You put your nightgown on, and there he is crowding your space again. Will is right behind you, you can feel him trough the sheer fabric and see him trough the vanity mirror. He wraps his arms around you closing and locking you against him. It's so sudden and tight you end up gasping. Will smirks while resting his head on top of yours, and you chastise yourself for giving him the upper hand. He ducks his head down, breathing in your scent, before placing his head on your shoulder, looking at your anxious face trough the mirror. You know he can feel you panting and the mocking smirk he gives you is more than confirmation. You avert your eyes from his and try to get out of his cage. He tsks at you the same way he does with the dogs and you stop. He scoffs "Good girl." You give him an annoyed look paired with a mouthed "fuck off". He plays an offended act, teeth nipping at your neck. Will smirks, knowing he's about to win whatever new game you made. It's not his fault you make it so easy, for him at least, to see right through you. "What are you playing tonight, hm?" He mutters while dragging his nose against your neck, and you push him away slightly. That does seems to fuel him. "Nothing. Don't wanna argue, that's all." You answer in half truth, trying to walk to bed. It's quite difficult, since Will still has you locked in his arms, but he follows your lead anyway.

He laughs at your poor excuse, and turn you to face him in his embrace. You have to control yourself to not let whatever lustful needing emotions are growing inside you, focusing only on winning your own game. Ignoring him. Will drop his arms from you and sit on the bed. Without any need of instruction you place yourself between his thighs, while his hands decide to slide up and sown at the side of yours. He looks up at you with mischief in those puppy eyes and a fake pout and you want to punch him. "You know I don't like being ignored." He says before resting his chin on your tummy, and the way he looks at you is enough to have you whining. Which you do, embarrassingly, earning yourself another wolfish grin. "Seems like you don't like it either." You huff, pulling away slightly, still trying to win. Will falls dramatically on the bed, his hands rubbing on his eyes and then tangling in his hair. You go around the bed, but he stops you the middle, a hand pulling you by the thigh to lay down on top of him. You straddle him, sitting up as he props himself in his elbows. "Quit playing." His tone is a little desperate which has you smirking. You shift on top of him purposefully. "I'm not playing." Will rolls his eyes and you can practically smell the annoyance growing on him. He sighs audibly before squishing your cheeks together with one hand, the other rests, respectfully, at the end of your spine. "Quit it." you look at him with what you hope is defiance and not utterly need. You realize it was the later one when he places his mouth on yours, again and again, until his hand releases your cheeks and you give him a sheepish smile. "So annoying." He mutters with nothing but honey on his tone, before dragging his mouth to worship the column of your neck and the plateau of your chest. You whine again and both his hands slide down your body, one squeezing your ass and while the other rest at the base of your jaw, keeping your face tilted to expose it. Will looks up to you, his eyes still daring you to keep going. You shake your head, sighing in defeat. As the little motherfucker he is, Will smirks against the valley of your breasts. "Smart girl."

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The Forgotten Child

The mall was alive with movement—voices overlapping, the whir of shopping carts, the beeping of registers. People passed by, weaving in and out of stores, lost in their own worlds. You weren’t particularly focused on any of it, just walking alongside Hannibal and Will, the rhythm of their steps falling in sync with yours.

But then you saw him.

A little boy, no older than two, standing by a row of carts, left alone.

At first, it didn’t seem real. Maybe his mother was just a step away, maybe someone had turned away for only a moment. But then the seconds dragged on, and no one came.

His lip wobbled. His tiny fingers clutched the metal of the cart, like he was holding onto the only steady thing in his world. His round eyes scanned the crowd, searching—waiting—but finding nothing.

Then, the break. A deep inhale, the tremble of a breath, and the first tear slipping down his cheek.

Your chest tightened.

It was the kind of sadness that reached somewhere deep inside of you, a pull you didn’t want to acknowledge. The type of thing that made something ache in your ribs. You knew what it was to be small in a world that didn’t always look back at you, to feel lost even when surrounded by people.

You tried to suppress it. Your expression didn’t change much, your posture remained composed, but your steps had already slowed. Will and Hannibal noticed.

Will followed your line of sight, his brows furrowing. "What’s—" But then he saw, too.

Hannibal didn’t say anything at first, only tilted his head slightly as he observed. But when you took a step forward, he moved with you, and so did Will.

The boy let out a hiccuped sob.

You knelt down in front of him, making sure not to startle him. Your voice was soft, careful. "Hey, sweetheart," you murmured. "Where’s your mama?"

He sniffled, his little fingers twitching at his sides. He wasn’t wailing, but the quiet distress was somehow worse. Like he wasn’t sure he was even allowed to cry.

Something about that hit you harder than you wanted to admit.

You exhaled, steadying yourself. "It’s okay. She’ll be back soon. We can wait together, yeah?"

Still, he hesitated, his big eyes searching yours. And then, after a moment, he lifted his small arms toward you.

You didn’t think. You just reacted.

Scooping him up, you adjusted him onto your hip with practiced ease. He curled into you almost immediately, his little hands gripping onto your clothing, his head tucking under your chin. He was warm, small, and completely trusting.

You rubbed his back lightly, rocking him in place. "You’re okay," you murmured, voice instinctively soothing. "We’ll wait for her right here, okay?"

Hannibal watched the scene with quiet interest. His gaze flicked between you and the child, his expression unreadable, but there was something thoughtful in the way he observed you.

Will, on the other hand, seemed more affected by your reaction. His arms were crossed, lips pressed together as if holding back words. When you glanced at him, he looked at you with something close to understanding. Like he saw something in you that maybe even you didn’t want to acknowledge.

You glanced away, focusing instead on the boy’s steadying breaths. "Just… ridiculous," you muttered. "That someone would leave their kid like this."

Hannibal’s voice cut through smoothly. "Not everyone is fit for parenthood," he said. "Yet many still assume the role."

The words sat uncomfortably with you. Not because they were wrong, but because they were too sharp, too clear.

You didn’t want to think about it.

And then, just as suddenly as she had vanished, the mother reappeared.

She strolled up, holding a bag from one of the stores, looking mildly surprised but not at all concerned. "Oh," she said, blinking at the sight of you holding her child. "He’s fine."

You stared at her.

"Fine?" you echoed. The word sat strangely in your mouth.

She sighed, as if she were the one being inconvenienced. "I just stepped inside for a minute. He knows to wait."

You adjusted the boy in your arms, steadying your tone. "He’s two," you said. "You left him standing alone in a crowded mall."

She shrugged. "He’s not hurt, is he?"

That made something burn in you.

Before you could respond, Hannibal’s voice cut in, deceptively calm. "He was crying," he said. "That is harm enough."

The woman blinked at him, shifting uncomfortably. She glanced between him and Will, perhaps realizing for the first time that she wasn’t just dealing with one person.

Will scoffed, arms still crossed. "Yeah, no big deal," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just a little kid, terrified and alone. No problem."

The woman’s expression hardened. "I know my child," she said, defensive now. "And you don’t need to tell me how to parent."

You took a slow breath, forcing yourself to stay even. "I’m not trying to attack you," you said. "But he was scared. Just... be more careful next time, okay?"

A beat of silence.

Then, with a roll of her eyes, she reached for her son. "Come on, let’s go."

You hesitated before handing him over. He didn’t cry again, but he looked at you one last time, his little fingers flexing like he wanted to hold onto something.

You gave him a small smile, brushing a hand over his hair. "Be good, sweetheart," you murmured.

And then, just like that, they were gone.

The silence between you, Hannibal, and Will lingered.

Will exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Jesus," he muttered. "Some people shouldn’t have kids."

Hannibal hummed in quiet agreement but said nothing. Instead, his gaze lingered on you.

You still felt the warmth of the child in your arms, even though he was gone.

Will nudged you lightly, his tone softer now. "You okay?"

You blinked, rolling your shoulders slightly. "Yeah," you said, shaking off the feeling. "I just... can’t believe she just left him."

Hannibal’s voice was smooth, unintrusive. "You cared quite deeply."

The statement sat in the air, heavy in its simplicity.

You only sighed, rubbing your temple. "He just needed someone to be there."

Hannibal studied you for another long moment, then simply inclined his head. "Indeed."

And with that, you moved on.

But the feeling stayed.