Chokoconimi
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The savage type. by Chokoconimi
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
30 Jun 2022
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Society tells lies, they have always told lies since the beginning of human kind until our days.
They said that omegas are the weakest and yet the most beautiful thing to breed with a knot. That alphas are the strongest ones, with big minds and bodies.
Even that is a lie...
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For centuries, fairies and vampires have been at war.
Hidden behind a wolf mask and raised as a princess to conceal the truth of his identity, Prince Will Graham is one of a few male omegas in existence. When a growing human threat forces the Forest and the Night into an uneasy alliance, Will finds himself promised to Hannibal Lecter, the immortal King of the Night.
Old hatreds die hard. Unfortunately, so do vampires.
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11 Jun 2026
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Moonlight peaked through the window, mostly obscured by rain clouds gradually thickening and condensing for their tremendous downpour. It was well into the night, pitch black, cold and damp. Outside and in Will's little bedroom. Although, Will didn't feel cold. His body was sweltering under the covers and he couldn't see an end to his suffering in sight. His wrist and forearm ached from the strain, his cock throbbed pointlessly. No matter how much he scissored, stroked and stabbed at his overstimulated prostate, he just couldn't finish. If he could reach, he would try fisting himself but he wasn't sure that would work either.
There was a thread that had been tied up over and over again and pulled taut in his gut. All Will wanted was for it to unravel, to be released from the constant agony. Instead, he was woefully stuck twisting the thread more every night.
An omegaverse au where omegas can only climax with a knot (organic or store-bought is fine) inside them.
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23 May 2026
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When the final batch of eggs floated to the bottom, Viktor counted that he’d only produced half a clutch compared to last year. Barely a pitiable two hundred. He scooped them up into his hands, careful not to disturb the slippery mucus that held them together. His tiny pearls, so precious and fragile in the cradle of his grey webbing.
In the ancestral grounds, the waters would have been still. He would have fanned his little ones to keep them aerated until they hatched. A mate would have sung to them, passing along their songs and letting their guppies know that they were loved, even when they were oceans apart. When they finally hatched, the guppies would be able to sing to their siblings to find each other when the current swept them away.
But out here, the deep would claim them.
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Old Man Mer Viktor makes a cock for waterlogged statue Jayce and wishes so hard for guppies that it comes true, with some unexpected results.Bookmarked by Chokoconimi
17 May 2026
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"Your hour is up," Alana said, not sounding sorry at all.
Will looked at Hannibal, savoring the last few seconds of his presence. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your days in here, Dr. Lecter. I'm glad you'll never see the light of day again."
Please come home soon.
"How could I not when I can enjoy the delightful food and amenities this lovely hospital has to offer?" Hannibal said, managing to sound completely serious, though his sarcasm was obvious. "Not to mention Alana's pleasant company. I wouldn't dream of leaving."
I will, my dear Will.
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Or, shortly after Hannibal was imprisoned in Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, Will finds out that he's pregnant with his child.
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17 May 2026
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Satisfied with her appearance, Alana walked up to the door and knocked. A few moments later, it opened. Instead of Hannibal, whom she obviously expected, Will stood in the doorway. She was surprised—his car wasn't even in the driveway.
"Will?" Alana said, shocked that he was here.
"Oh hi, Alana," he greeted, regarding her with mild curiosity.
Will hadn't fully opened the door, still half-standing behind it. He seemed more reserved than usual, not exactly in the way that he was hiding something, but that he intended for this interaction to be short. The observation irritated her.
"What are you doing here, Will?" She asked, trying to keep her tone friendly.
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Or, Alana stops by Hannibal's house unannounced for dinner, figuring it would be a great way to get their relationship moving. Only, Will is the one to answer the door.
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16 May 2026