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“𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?” Mature ๑ Dark Themes ๑ Fisherman ๑ Empath ๑ Professor ๑ FBI Agent #HannibalRP #HannibalAU Retweet?

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@NigelLecter is ready for Christmas.

Gummies are great.

“No.”

Can you?

Three, if you count Nigel.

You’ve been warned.

@AchillesLament Whiskey shots to end a long day. * Will slides a full shot glass over to his dinner companion and grins.*

@LostKintsugi Pour me one too, handsome?

@NigelLecter enough. Not Nigel. A whimper is all Will can manage when his Alpha comes through the door again. One hand gripping the base of the toy, buried deep inside of him. His other hand reaching out for his mate.

@NigelLecter The knotting dildo isn’t working. Well it is. But it’s too small and it takes too much thought. Will writhes on the bed, clutching Nigel’s pillow, pressed against his face so that he can breathe in his mates scent. Body twisted and full but not full enough. Not warm~

Will makes a harried phone call to Alana to finish out his last class of the day. He needs to go home. He doesn’t feel very well. Maybe he has a bug. He doesn’t want Naomi to get sick so he texts his husband Nigel to pick her up from daycare.

@NigelLecter back by herself? Or do you have to help her?” God. Will should know more about this. Failure much?

@NigelLecter Will sits on the floor with his family, but he’s never felt like an outsider in his home. Not until now. “I put her down for her afternoon nap and when I came to wake her up she was like this. Wining in her crib.” Helpless. That’s what the Omega was feeling. “Can she turn~

Will frantically calls the club. No answer. Calls Darko. No answer. Calls @NigelLecter for the tenth time. Still no answer. With a frustrated sigh, Will texts his husband a picture with the caption: “We may have a problem...”

@murdertherapy We’re going to names and addresses to check on those patients.

Nobody ever mentions my dozens of patients who DIDN'T die.

@NigelLecter traveling up his arm to pull his collar down. Will’s small Omegan fangs scratching along the mating mark he’d left there.

@NigelLecter “Poses, huh? Just for you or are you doing an Only Friends thingy?” Will asks with a husky laughing, arching his body just the way his Alpha likes. A soft purr echos in his chest, still a weird sensation for the Omega. Fingers playing along the backs of Nigel’s hands, one~

“Hey, @NigelLecter? Can we talk about this photo on your phone?” A crooked smile on Will’s face as he holds his husband’s phone.

@NigelLecter don’t get dressed. At least a little...”

@NigelLecter charbroiled steaks and grilled asparagus.” Time with his FBI assigned therapist was paying off in more than one way. As Will talks he lets one hand drop back to run his fingertips along the fine hairs on Nigel’s bare thighs. “Though...we won’t get much eating done if you~

Will comes home a little bit late and is greeted by his husband. In his /other/ form. @NigelLecter