For months now, Jack's team has been trying to infiltrate an underground black market Alpha Slave ring. Powerful alphas have been getting kidnapped and sold into service within the ring. Wealthy patrons of all kinds pay top dollar for even a few hours of pleasure or breeding with them. Rich omegas buying hours worth of delicious pleasure, or alphas and betas trying to breed their omega pets with the best stock available. Patrons also place bets on them in the fighting ring, Alpha vs Alpha, with the victor fetching top dollar in bets and potential studding opportunities for the wealthy bidders.
Jack and Will hatch a dangerous plan to gather recon, sending the omega officer in to pose as a potential wealthy patron wishing to purchase time with the Cream of Their Crop. Will gains access to the ring's best stock, and it is here, while perusing their most prized alphas, that he meets Hannibal.
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Redraw of an older piece I still really love, and I wanted to give it a fresh coat of horny paint 😘
(+ a couple bonus extras for Patreon members 🍆❤️😘)
#DarkWillGraham Will kidnapping scumbags & letting them loose in the woods after he’s rubbed his slick over them; he gets Hannibal into rut then lets him loose to wreak havoc on them. When he returns sweaty & bloody Will fucks him in the dirt as he licks him clean
Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe - A/B/O, AU - canon divergence, Omega Will Fest Prompt Fill, Omega Will, Alpha Hannibal, FBI Agent Will Graham, Rut Clinic Doctor Hannibal, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, service omega Will, can be read as traditional or dual sex omega, Knotting, Rut Sex, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink, Come Inflation, Addiction, Breeding, Nipple Play, Penetrative Sex, Cervix Penetration, Mating, Mating Bites, Happy Ending.
Prompt fill for @willgrahamsass : When unmated alphas are in rut, they can go to a rut clinic. Horny omegas can volunteer at the clinic as long as they’re on birth control and aren’t in heat, to minimize risks of pregnancy. The omegas get strapped to a breeding bench and then they’re carted around to different patient rooms where the alphas fuck them. Will regularly volunteers at a clinic. At first, it was just because he was horny, but then he develops a crush on the doctor who runs the clinic, Dr. Lecter.
Will's crush on the doctor who runs Baltimore's premier rut clinic draws him back time and again.
Clinic Hours:
The first time Will volunteered at The Atlas Clinic, more commonly known as Baltimore's top rut clinic, he had been horny.
Will had volunteered at rut clinics before, when he was in college. And that had been because he was horny too. Horny, with too many thoughts in his head and not enough of the quiet that came with hours of blissed out knotting. It was easier than hook ups when he was so busy with school and way more easier than a relationship. It had helped him get where he was today.
Unfortunately, where he was, was overworked by the FBI and trying to solve every murder that Jack Crawford threw at him. On the one hand, being pulled out of teaching and into the field was in a way flattering. He was good at his job and he knew it. But the downside was the reason why he was too unstable for the field - it got in his head, it was too much. It was overwhelming and all he wanted when he got a couple of days off, was to quiet his mind. He had found no better way of doing that than volunteering at a rut clinic.
So whilst that had been Will’s reason for signing up, there was a whole other reason why he kept coming back.
The reason was just walking into the room.
“Mr Graham, good to see you again,” Doctor Hannibal Lecter smiled with a warmth Will felt was genuine from a man that he sensed was mostly pretence.
“Doctor Lecter,” Will greeted, giving a nod and trying not to seem obvious. He was just thankful that the scent of arousal was to be expected from an omega about to be paired up with a rut partner, not giving away his more immediate desire.
The fact was, Will had been drawn to Doctor Lecter the moment they met in their first interview. Lecter’s clinic hours had placed him as the intake doctor for the volunteers that day, checking over Will’s fitness to volunteer both mentally and physically. He still remembered the curve of the alpha’s lips and the flash in his eyes as he smiled when Will told him he wouldn’t like him if he was psychoanalysed.
Will would never outright say there was flirting between them, but it came close. Including this morning as Hannibal looked over his chart.
“In good health as always. Up to date with contraception and no complications with your last heat, and not due again for another month. Perfect timing. My only concern, Will,” Lecter placed the chart back on the end of the bed and looked into Will’s eyes, “is your weight. You are healthy, but you won’t be much longer if you keep skipping meals. If you don’t put a little weight on by the next time I see you, I feel I may have to take matters into my own hands and make you dinner myself.”
There was a slight pause before Lecter chuckled, and Will awkwardly joined in. Truth was, Will was too horny to reply with anything close to subtle, so he said nothing instead.
And then Lecter was gone and he was in nothing but the medical robe being led by a clinician to his room for the day.
In this life, some live with two. Humans in looks, wolves in spirit, amongst them they are known as Wolfskin. In this world, they stay hidden as they expand, multiply and hunt...Baltimore is no exception.
Rana is one and also an FBI agent. When a serial killer leaves them facing a dead end, Jack brings forward Will Graham to help them; without knowing, Will is unique.
She will do anything to keep him safe. A task that will prove hard when a strong, lonely Alpha, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, enters their lives.
Pairing: Mads Mikkelsen Hannibal X Fem! OC
Chapter Warnings: None
Previous - Chapter 2: A New Clue
Next - Chapter 4: Proper Meeting & A New Body
Chapter 3: Cannibal Serial Killers & Mysterious Psychiatrists
The next day, Rana met Will at the HQ to accompany him to the morgue. Jack was currently at the Academy, talking with the young psychiatrist known as Dr. Bloom.
She was intelligent, young, and had worked with Will for a while. Jack wanted to put Will more out in the field; however, he knew the risks.
He went to the Academy to ask her opinion and her help, in case Will needed it. After his talk with him, it was clear to both that the man had a twisted sense of love for those girls and that he would soon go after the next one.
Will was the only one, who could truly help them and Jack could not dismiss him...not yet.
While he was busy there, Will had been dressed in a medical apron and a plastic visor as he hovered over the body of the girl. Around him, were Jimmy, Beverly and Brian, who were busy inspecting and working on the body; hoping to find more clues.
At one side, leaning against the wall, was Rana. She was there to gather any information the four of them found and then give it to Jack.
At the same time, she wanted to keep an eye on Will, especially with Beverly and her snoopy nose being around.
She never minded the gore, blood or the dead. It would be silly if someone like her had trouble handling it. The opposite, she was always intrigued, and the feeling of blood on her hands did trigger some more primal instincts.
For that reason, she found it wiser to keep her distance, but if she ever had to, she could control her impulses and do her job.
"Tried her skin for prints. Of course, nothing. We did get a hand spread off her neck." Jimmy started, glancing at Rana, who was watching them like a Hawk.
"What about her nails?" she asked, muscled hands folded in front of her as she leaned on the wall, with one leg bent.
"Her fingernails were smudged when we took scrapings. The scrapings were where she cut her palms with them. She never scratched him." Brian added.
"Hmm," Rana exclaimed. "That means he knew how to prevent her from scratching him. He is no certain fool," she mumbled, but the silence in the room made everyone hear her.
"Curly piece of metal is all we got," Beverly added, before sneaking a flirtatious smile towards Will.
Something that did not go unnoticed by Rana. Thankfully, the scientist did not do anything, and Will was not focusing on her at all. Instead, his mind seemed to be not present.
"We should be looking at plumbers, steamfitters, tool workers." He said, glancing at Rana, who wrote it down in her little notebook as he adjusted the visor and forced himself to look in the body bag.
While he was busy thinking, imagining and trying to recreate what had happened to the girl, the other three worked normally.
Rana had noticed him but had not said anything as she studied him. She found it fascinating how his compressed other nature formed in a way that allowed him to think like the predator he is supposed to be.
She hadn't met many of their kind, but she knew each one was unique. Each one grew and developed certain skills that reflected their personality, their character, and their environment.
Will learnt how to empathise with predators, following serial killers and their way of thinking, clearly because he suppressed his true nature.
Rana, on the other hand, always motivated by anger and adrenaline, had developed physically and had acquired skills more used in combat and, as some would suggest, hunting.
Her senses were keen, but she did not have the perception Will had, just like he didn't have her reflexes and strong fight instincts that she possessed.
While she was the only one before she met him, that wasn't always the case. She was raised in an environment with their kind and had learnt valuable information from a young age that she hoped one day to pass on to Will.
However, approaching and explaining was the trickiest part. She did not know how much he knew or if he had unlocked them yet.
"Other injuries were probably but not conclusively post-mortem. She wasn't gored."
"She has lots of piercings that look like they were caused by deer antlers. I didn't say the deer was responsible for putting them there."
The trio kept working and talking while Rana was half paying attention.
However, she focused fully when Will snapped back into reality and added his conclusions: "She was mounted on them, like hooks. She may have been bled."
This made Beverly and Jimmy glance at Will as well, while Brian was distracted by his investigation of the abdominal wound. "Her liver was removed. He took it out and put it back in. See."
This made the female agent lift an eyebrow and approach the table, leaning over to see what he was pointing at. She was not that expert in the body anatomy, but she could faintly see the signs that the organ had been sewed back.
"Why cut out her liver if he was just going to sew it back in again?" Brian asked, confused.
All muscle tone in Will's face went slack as Rana sniffed faintly, bringing her face a little closer to the body. There was something...something that smelt different... it didn't smell like the organs of a corpse would...no...it was something more.
"Something was wrong with the meat." Rana and Will said at the same time, in perfect sync.
This made the trio look at them, confused, but also freaked out that the duo knew it, although each of them had found it out differently.
They exchanged a look, something familiar passing in front of their eyes as their minds suddenly connected. "She has liver cancer."
That's why it smelled differently, Rana thought, but then noticed how Will had paled.
Before she could ask him what was happening, he spoke up, and what he said next made everyone feel a chill going down their spine. "He's eating them"
Rana had called Jack just as Will's latest conclusion came. Jack had a lead for someone who could help with the case and was on his way.
However, he needed to know all the details, so she ended up in his car as he drove them to their next destination.
She was hesitant to leave Will behind but he had reassured her that he would focus on his lectures, now that he got another clue. It would allow him to take a break and allow his mind to focus on something else.
After Rana finished explaining what they found, Jack tensed his jaw and his hands around the car wheel.
"So, this lunatic is now eating them? Is this his sick love that Will talked about?" he asked, unhappy with the news.
Rana shrugged, leaning back on the seat and looking straight ahead of her. "I don't know. They are still working on more clues, but without the other bodies, it's hard to know." There was another silence between them as Jack took a turn and went off the busy highway. "Where exactly are we heading to?"
"Dr Hannibal Lecter. Dr Bloom recommended him. He might be able to help us and Will, in this nutjob case" Jack explained.
The female agent remained quiet, not adding anything more. Somehow, having a psychiatrist look at and inspect Will made her guts twist.
Yet again, Will was sensitive; perhaps someone more experienced could help if something went wrong. She was indecisive but decided not to make any decisions before meeting the man in person.
At last, they arrived at the fancy building where the famous psychologist lived, and Rana could not help but admire the architecture.
Climbing out of the car, she sniffed the air as a certain scent reached her olfactory processing cortex. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When she opened them again, she felt nothing had taken place.
Jack was clueless about her small reaction, already busy pushing the door open and entering the building. Rana followed behind him, her eyes seeming to be more concentrated than ever.
Unknown to Jack, his protégé started to suspect that this psychiatrist was not at all what everyone else thought.
When they arrived on the right floor, they found his door closed. It was clear that he was having an appointment, so they both waited in suspense and slight uneasiness.
The clock was ticking, and they both wanted nothing more than to catch this madman.
Rana was also uneasy because the scent of another Wolf had reached her senses while also setting one question apart.
Was the client or the good doctor, one of her kind?
Her answer soon came as the door was opened from the inside and a slightly plus size nervous man was about to be escorted out. He was very nervous, the scent of sweat and high adrenaline reaching her nose.
However, Rana knew there and then that the man was not like her. That made her attention focus on the doctor standing by his side. Her pupils dilated ever so slightly at the sight of a man with exotic features and dressed in a wrinkle-less three-piece matching suit.
Jack took the chance to step forward, blocking the way of the other two men. "Doctor Lecter?"
The man noticed him first, but Rana saw evidence that his nostrils moved slightly as he had picked up her scent just as she had picked up his.
However, he did not give anything away. Instead, he focused on Jack. "I hate to be discourteous, but this is a private exit for my patients."
He got his badge out. "I'm Special Agent Jack Crawford and this is Special Agent Rana Stones," he said, motioning for the blond, who had her badge as per usual hanging around her neck. "We are with the F.B.I. May we come in?"
Dr Lecter took a good look at the female agent, but his face had the perfect mask, exposing nothing of his inner thoughts or any of his reactions
"You may wait in the waiting room." He then focused on his patient. "I'll see you next week, Franklyn." Yet, before fully dismissing him, he turned to Jack again. "Unless, of course, this is about him."
Jack corrected him. "Oh, no, this is all about you."
And this is how Rana was once again sitting on the couch next to Jack.
Hannibal had gone inside his office momentarily and said he would call them. This gave her a moment to put on her mask and focus on her training.
Jack, next to her, was as clueless as ever about the secret world existing under his nose.
He picked up a Magazine, out of mere curiosity and to control his temper. He did not like waiting or being dismissed that way.
Usually, when people see their badges, they immediately speak to them, but it was clear that this certain Doctor wanted to make sure that he had the upper hand and was the dominant one in this situation from the very start.
After a few minutes, the door opened and Dr Lecter stepped into the doorway. "Please. Come in."
Jack and Rana stood up, heading for his office.
The female stayed a step behind Jack, and yet, as she passed in front of the good doctor, she felt his sharp gaze on her. She did not turn her head to acknowledge him but simply kept walking with her head held high.
Yet, she did not fail to pick up his unique scent. A mixture of exotic spices and well-aged wine contained in an oak barrel. Each person and wolfskin had their unique scent, which was recognisable and characteristic of them.
Hannibal watched them pass and as Rana passed by him, his senses got overloaded by her strong dominant scent. He blinked and forced a flat smile to cover his reactions, as he processed the scent of whiskey and burning wood with a faint touch of gunpowder.
Once inside the office, the two agents split. Rana took a seat on the couch, right across from Hannibal, while Jack decided to roam around and survey his collection of books and artefacts, while also admiring his art.
"May I ask how this is all about me?" he asked, his eyes going from Rana to Jack.
"You can ask. But I do need to ask you a few questions first. Are you expecting another patient?" Jack started.
"We're all alone," Hannibal informed, being so willing to cooperate and answer the questions.
"No secretary?"
"Was pre-dispositioned to romantic whims. Followed her heart to the United Kingdom. Sad to see her go."
Rana lifted an eyebrow, her back straight and her hands flat on her thighs. Somehow, the story, while sounding believable, also could not be true.
Usually, she would pick up the heartbeat of a normal human and detect when they are lying, but it was different with Hannibal.
For starters, his heart rate was stable but that was something their kind could easily control. A steady heartbeat was crucial cause increased adrenaline and blood was what caused their primary instincts to kick in and make their mind less human and more animalistic.
For that, she focused on anything else about him. It was their common technique with Jack. He asked the questions and tried to see if their suspect would bite while Rana would notice their reactions.
Being a woman, it was not easy for men to take her seriously or consider her a threat.
At first, she was quite reactive and violent to scare them and force them to speak.
However, after she started working with Jack, her teacher realised that she had other gifts she could develop to improve their partnership.
He was not wrong and his ideas worked.
Speaking of Jack, he had focused and was busy studying framed meticulous pencil drawings of Parisian landscapes. "Are these yours, Doctor?"
Hannibal gave a nod, his hand carefully pointing at the drawing of a school. " Among the firsts. My boarding school in Paris when I was a boy."
"Incredible amount of detail."
Not liking how things were, Hannibal stood up and moved to his desk. He picked up a point with a scalpel, blowing the shavings off the tip to reveal its sharpness. "Learned very early a scalpel cuts better points than a pencil sharpener."
He let the pencil down but not the scalpel. He eyed Jack carefully, focusing on the FBI agent's jugular.
However, he made no move as the strong scent of Rana kept reminding him that she was silently watching him. If only he could be alone with Jack, but that could not be the case.
"I understand your drawing got you an internship at Johns Hopkins."
Rana's muscles tensed faintly, and she moved her position on the couch faintly, just as she noticed Hannibal's faint nostril flair and eye dilation.
Yet, his heartbeat remained steady, and he simply exhaled. Others would not notice such small changes, but they were not her.
"I am beginning to suspect you are investigating me, Agent Crawford."
There is suddenly an eerie stillness as if lightning were about to strike. Rana decided to speak, change her position, and sit on the couch's armrest.
"Is there a reason why we should investigate you, Dr Lecter?" she asked, earning a hidden smirk from Jack.
Hannibal's full attention turned to her now, his pupils dilating even more. Her presence alone tested the control of his instincts; it had been years since he had been in the presence of another like him.
And the last one he was with did not have the same aura and vibe Rana did.
He was no fool; he could see the signs, as both of them showed clear, pure dominance with their body language, stable tone of voice, and intense stare.
The tension in the room started to thicken, those two never breaking eye contact.
For a microsecond, both had their irises flash to a bright red, as if triggered by the intense staring and the silent fight for control of the room.
Jack sensed that something was odd, so he moved and sat next to Rana. His attention change caused Hannibal's and Rana's eyes to return to normal.
"You were referred to me by Alana Bloom in the psychology department at Georgetown."
This caught Hannibal's attention, as his demeanour changed again, and he took his seat once again. "Most psychology departments are filled with ham radio enthusiasts and other personality-deficient people. Dr Bloom would be the exception. "
"You mentored her during her residency at John Hopkins, correct?" the female agent asked him.
"I learned as much from her as she learned from me," Lecter said coolly.
"Showed me your paper in The Journal of Clinical Psychiatry. Evolutionary Origins of Social Exclusion." Jack continued.
"And?"
"Very interesting, even to a layman." He continued.
Rana was told about the paper, and Jack sort of summarised it in his way for her.
She could read it if she wanted, but she was not truly interested. Specialisation and science were never her cups of tea.
Instead, she focused more on other subjects like Physical Education. Philosophy, Law and History were the only exceptions, but no other subjects. Perhaps this was also a result of her internal need for justice and her strong instincts, which required more energy and physical results.
"A layman? So many learned fellows going about in the halls of Behavioural Science at the F.B.I. and you consider yourself a layman? What about your partner? Do you consider her a laywoman?" Hannibal said, deciding to try his unique psychoanalyzing skills.
He was curious about this partnership and how much Jack truly knew about Rana and her kind.
It was the first time she had seen a Wolfskin in a position of power, one that required working with and around humans daily for hours on end. It was truly fascinating to him as well, and he was curious to find out more about the unique blond agent sitting across from him.
Jack realised what was going on, slightly, and exchanged a look with Rana before speaking up. "I do when I'm in your company, Doctor. I am, also, not one to speak for my partner. She can answer that if she wishes to" This made the female's lips curve slightly upwards. "I am here for another reason. I'd like you to help me with a psychological profile."
Female! Hannibal coming home to find Duncan and Nigel have fucked the omegas, Will and Adam, without any prep. The boys are upset and afraid their "mommy" is going to be mad at them.
She isn't. She's pissed at the alphas though.
She loves the omegas and takes care of them.
They all woke up differently.
Hanna woke up first, extracting herself from Will's warm cuddle and carefully kneeling over Duncan, to quietly make her way to her old room to shower and get dressed and leave for work. She never fully moved into their collective room. She couldn’t. She would wake up the omegas and the babies needed their sleep. She kept her clothes and some of Will’s in her own room along with some of the men’s outfits just in case they needed to leave early for an emergency. But it was okay because every morning she could wake up and see all her boys snuggly and sleeping.
Except Duncan, who would be awake during it all as he woke up first but he could never pull himself away from the babies when he slept with them. If he was in his own room he’d be up watching the sunrise coffee in hand. But for some mornings he would scoot over and collect Will into his arms.
Will was always so warm at night, warm hands creeping over Hanna’s stomach to scratch and pet at the older man’s fuzzy tummy or chest, warm back pressing against his side in the morning, warm little breaths panting across his neck when the boy holds onto him after a bad dream. Will was just a snuggly thing and Duncan couldn’t resist him. Especially on such a nice morning when they could all sleep in.
Adam was awake then, he always woke up the same way. He would let out a little high whine, sit up which woke up Nigel, and stretch his arms up and stretch his hands to his toes and get up. Adam always needed to stretch right when he woke up because he was always curling up in weird ways between Nigel and Will. He liked touching both men. He liked his face firmly shoved into Nigel somewhere (neck, face, arm, armpit, belly, side, he once woke up with his face in Nigel’s crotch and his toes tucked into Will’s armpit) and liked keeping his feet on Will because he always had cold feet and Will’s legs were perfect foot warmers.
Nigel would wake up, hug Adam around the middle, and pull the small omega up to get a bath together and feed Adam. Showering was always Nigel’s first priority because 1. Morning Boners were best taken care of by sleep loose little ‘megas and 2. Adam had a habit of drooling in his sleep and Nigel didn’t want to have dried drool on him. Plus Nigel liked shaving Adam’s face for him. Hanna liked shaving all of them but she always let Nigel shave Adam because Adam was so… tempting to just nick a small bit. Just a little. Just a small indulgence. But Adam hated it and Nigel never nicked him.
Will woke up last when he didn’t work. Which was very often given Hanna had let off on Crawford. Will had been so sleep deprived after a particular case of someone mutilating eighteen omega men and stringing them up in a warehouse that he collapsed on his way back from his walk and caused them all to have a panic. Poor Adam wouldn’t leave his side and couldn’t stop crying. Hanna had a private conversation with Jack and now Will only ever worked from home or consulted from the office, never in the field.
Will would wake up and throw a leg over Hanna or Duncan, let out a few purrs letting whoever pet him and he’d rub a bit on whoever hoping to get a good good morning. Usually Hanna would simply slip her slim yet strong thigh between his legs, and either pop open the top buttons of her pajama shirt or let one strap of her slip dress slide down so Will could nuzzle and kiss at her breast. Will loved a good good morning. Duncan would just hum and tell him to go take a shower first.
Duncan never was much for sex unless it was heat sex. Duncan didn’t get knots anymore but he still had such a nice smell and could quench the boys’ heats all the same. Even still rubbing on him was comforting.
Each day was similar and routine and scheduled.
Perfect for two neurodivergent omegas and a (maybe a bit overly) controlling woman, and relaxing for the (mostly) retired men.
Today was a day off though. Today no one but Hanna had work and she only worked till 2pm. She was gone and Adam was sleeping in, nude back pressed against Will’s undershirt covered one, toasty warm and maybe too warm.
Adam bristled a bit when he realized he was damp. He made an unhappy noise which was copied by Will who was starting to wake up. Both hated waking up damp, Will even more so after so many years of waking up soaking wet in sweat.
“Willy? Are you…?” Adam whispered and squeezed his thighs together as he woke up enough to realize his cock was a bit heavy in his underwear and hips ached from opening up. Adam always had worse heat pains than Will but he was younger and his body was still in its prime for pupping.
“Yeah, yeah me too. Fuck-“ Will murmured and whined and pushed at Duncan’s hips with his hands trying to get the older man to roll to face him.
"Will? Wha's wrong?" The deep rumble came from the eldest man. Will whimpered and pushed his hips against Duncan's side, his boxers rubbing scratchily against his erection. He threw his arm over Duncan’s chest and pulled him close and nuzzled at his stubbly neck.
"Oh? Didn't know you were due" Duncan said as Will climbed to lay on his chest, their bodies touching head to toe. The fresh scent of petrichor made grind his hips up so the omega could feel his cock growing harder.
Adam let out short half cries and climbed onto Nigel in the same way.
Adam and Will acted nearly identical during their heats. Having the same moves and needs. Both pushed their chests out, grabbed and pulled at their own hair, and kicking their feet. Though they were still a bit different. Adam made squeaky noises and cried out a lot and usually needed to have his face lifted from the bed or else he’d choke on his own flood of tears and snot. Will made long drawn out moans and begged a lot, mostly for it to be harder, rougher, god daddy hurt me , and such.
Oddly when both the boy's underwear were down and they were ass up, face down, there wasn't any trace of Hanna's prep or that she'd already given them their first orgasm.
That was Hanna’s thing. Heat time rolled around, she would take the boys and let them hold onto her, suck on her breasts or find comfort in them, and use her thigh straps to give them their first orgasms and knots. It ensured they were properly slicking and stretched enough to take the alphas’ very very considerable lengths.
There were just… not the usual signs like some small red pinch marks on their bums like Hanna usually sent them back to bed with or her dark lipstick staining their foreheads and necks.
However no one cared because, god, those sounds that poured out of the boys... could send a man straight to hell. All blushing plump flesh and needy whines, no one took a second to think about Hanna or prep.
That would come to bite them in the ass. Hard.
“Momma!”
“Mommy!”
Will and Adam call out as soon as Hanna stepped into the house. They came wobbly crying to her, their faces messy, shirtless, with slick freely running down their legs. And their smell making a thick coating of fresh rain, Will, and gentle cocoa, Adam.
“Hello sweet omegas. I smelt you this morning but I didn’t expect to come home to full heats. You’re not due for another four days.” Hanna said as she nearly toppled as the two boys pulled onto her suit jacket panting and whimpering. They smelled a bit like fresh blood, a bit meaty, their holes probably gaped and rubbed raw. Hanna hated to smell that when they were in heat.
“Momma, momma, hurts. I'm so hungry.” Will whined and shoved his face into her breast still covered by her suit jacket and blouse. She pressed her hand to the back of his head, his hair unwashed and sweaty, and encouraged him to nuzzle close. She towered over them easily in her high, yet modest, heels.
“Mommy… hurts…” is all Adam whimpered and Hanna kissed his forehead. Adam was so soft hearted. So soft, so young, so needy. Poor thing had such a low pain tolerance.
“My poor darlings. I’ll get you two in the bath and have a… conversation with daddy and papa. You’re such good omegas for telling me. Now let’s get you two in a nice warm bath.” Hanna said and realized that indeed, she shouldn't have trusted two thickheaded alpha men to really take care of the babies.
“You moronic man.” Hanna said as she slammed her hand across Nigel’s face. Palm open and fingers flat.
“You should have done better.” She said as her hand came rearing back to backhand Duncan.
The two alphas rubbed their cheeks and didn’t meet the woman’s eyes. She was a force to be reckoned with. Unmovable. Not someone to even try to explain yourself to nor someone who cares about excuses.
“You know I didn’t prepare them like I usually do, I let them sleep in. You didn’t bathe them, you didn’t let them nest in their selected area of the house, you haven’t given them any privacy, and you fucked them over the work bench which they now feel so guilty about because they know it’s a rule. The thought I was going to take them over my knee? No, I'm going to take you two over my knee. You dumb,” she paused with a slap across both faces.
“Knotheaded” she said and her hand swung back to connect again.
“Worthless, inconsiderate, men.” She said ending each work with a swing of her flat hand. The final slap was so hard they nearly feared for her hand not to break.
She stood there, eye to eye, and panted. She was the epitome of wrath of a woman. Fire set in her eyes, sneer showing her pointed teeth.
Both men were hard in their trousers.
“I should bend you both over this bench and castrate you where you stand. However I need to fix my babies, and cook dinner. Both of you can go weed the garden, clip the hedges, and clean the porch. Do not come back into my house until I tell you to. Go. Now.” Hanna said and both men left silently to go do what she said. It was deadly not to. She stood there until the door clicked shut behind them and she closed and opened her hand a few times because damn… that stung.
But she had much more important things to take care of. And wash. And kiss. And get her fingers into.
“Will darling what happened to your back? Is it a sweat rash?” Hanna asked when she pushed the boy to face away from her to wash his hair. His back was all red and rubbed raw in some places and looked so tender.
“Papa… took me against the wall with the wallpaper. It’s scratchy.” Will said and reached back to try and cover his back. Duncan had shoved him against the wall and he’d been bouncing up and down against it and it had hurt then but it hurt more now that the water was sloshing against it. It probably wasn’t very pretty…
“Poor thing, I’ll put balm on it once we’re out. Adam, did you get any rub marks?” Hanna asked and put her hands on his shoulders to turn him around. Usually he would be markless except for some hickies inside his thighs. But who knows since those men had been so careless.
“Mommy” is all Adam said and laid his head against her arm. Hanna kissed the top of his head and moved her hands to rub and massage his marked neck.
“I know, you’ve already gone so deep. I’ll put some on you anyway. Make sure you feel good to make a nice nest.” Hanna said to deaf ears and Will turned and laid his head on her opposite shoulder, his scruff growing scratchy given Hanna didn’t shave him during heat. Will gave a scratchy worn purr and Hanna pet down his back and dug her thumb into Adam’s mate mark.
“Wanna nest momma's room.” Will grumbled and brought his soggy arms up to hug Hanna around the trim waist. She was just so strong and solid and warm and she was pulling at the scruff at the back of his neck.
“Mommy’s room.” Adam agreed and Hanna’s fist around his scruff and pulled it into her grasp.
She had them both in her grasp, completely silent and lax in submission.
“That’s perfectly fine babies. We can go right to my room, I’ll grab what I need while you two dry off. Be good boys and take care of each other.” Hanna said in a quiet low voice and released the boys who nodded and lifted themselves up out of the deep tub.
Hanna looked out her bedroom window at the men in the backyard. They were working, Nigel clipping the hedges and Duncan pulling weeds from the garden beds. She wasn’t happy with them but she was over her anger. It was up to the babies now.
She had pulled out all their blankets and pillows and had clean sheets on her large king sized bed. She had her harnesses and a few changes of clothes for them all. She’d pulled off her suit jacket, her slacks, and her pantyhose. She pulled on a pair of lightweight blood red pajama pants and left her dark blouse on from the day.
She was sitting at her vanity wiping away her lipstick and minimal makeup when the boys came back in. Hand in hand, Will leading them. They were panting and had both pulled on pairs of slick absorbent underwear that Hanna had left.
She watched them in the mirror look and sniff around at the blankets and such on the floor around the bed. They both looked up at her for approval.
“Start but do not get in until I’ve looked you over.” Hanna said and continued her routine. The boys whispering and shuffling behind her.
Soon a nest started to form up Hanna was done and turned in her vanity chair. The boys looked up at her with flushed faces and big round eyes. She had already set out some balms on her desk and beckoned them over with a single spread of her legs.
“Will, your back.” She said and the boy turned around and knelt down on the hard floor. He let his head hang down, his hands fiddling in front of his stomach scar. Hanna felt a spark of heat deep in her belly. Will was always so perfect in submission. A delicate little flower, so easy to crush in your palm.
Hanna dipped her fingers into the viscous gel in the tub of balm. It was freezing cold to her touch and she was quick to presh it into Will’s raw back.
The boy cried out but held still, leaning down panting, letting his hands support him.
“Momma, that hurts. It burns.” Will cried out and Hanna smiled gently as she pressed the cold substance around Will’s back. She used both hands to rub and spread the gel until Will’s skin started to absorb it. She rubbed a bit more after and Will was shaking.
He was panting loudly and his whole body was shaking in pain. Adam was looking out the window, he didn’t like hearing Will get hurt even though he knew Will enjoyed it.
“Will, go get the knot you want. Adam come here.” Hanna ordered them and Will stood up, knees red and sore but in the best way. He turned to face Hanna first and she could see the outline of his rock hard cock in his underwear. She looked up at his desperate face and Will bit his lip.
“Go pick out the knot you want. Clear off the edge of the bed. Good omega.” Hanna said in her most commanding voice and Will was nodding along with her words. He turned and did what he was told, slick already overflowing the pad in his underwear making it wet.
Adam walked over and made that damn kicked puppy face. He was starting to tear up again. He’d already confessed to having sex in the kitchen, but Adam held onto guilt.
“Are you mad we made your counter messy?” He asked and tears started to slip down his cheeks. Hanna shushed him and pulled him into her lap for a hug and to kiss his forehead. Adam sniffled and wrapped the flowy fabric of the woman’s blouse in his fists.
“My toes couldn’t even touch the floor, mommy it was so scary. And it hurt my- my skin. It hurt my bones.” Adam tried to explain but the words weren’t what he was meaning. He was just upset and his hormones were all wonky and he was hot and cold and empty.
Hanna shushed him and kissed his temple through his still damp short hair. She understood. She always understood.
“May I see where it hurt? My work bench was made for my height, you’re just too small to be able to bend over it. It’s not your fault sweet baby.” Hanna whispered into Adam’s ear, her lips teasing the sensitive flesh. Adam shivered and let out a small noise.
“Yes ma’am” he whispered and climbed off her lap and pulled off his underwear. Slick started to drool down the inside of his leg. Hanna caught some off the inside of his knee and licked it from her finger. She hummed and looked at the way both him and Will were staring at her. Dizzying, that power, absolutely dizzying.
“Hurts here, now” Adam said and pressed a hand to his belly right above his small erection. Adam had what was an “ideal” omega genital. Small, uncut, barely any precum if any at all. Will didn’t. That was another reason Hanna loved him so. He was big, cut, and drooled a delicious amount of precum every time he got riled up.
Hanna smiled and pulled Adam closer by his hips and he dropped his hands. She placed a small kiss to his stomach and looked at his bruised hip bones. Indeed, the alphas would get matching ones brought to them by a cane. They had a rule about careless bruising.
“I’m sure it does hurt. Poor little boys. Go get yours ready Adam. We can take a nice long nap while daddy and papa make dinner.” Hanna said and Adam went to get the dildo of his choice.
Hanna smiled at Will who’s knees were trembling a tiny bit, holding onto the thigh harness with his blue knot, it was small and short but rubbed against his cervix in a way that always had him gushing and cumming in no time. He liked the way it made him ache inside after.
The woman stood and walked around Will to sit on the edge of the bed and took the harness from his hands. She quickly and efficiently slipped the straps around her thigh, high on her thigh, and buckled the nice and snug. Will was already climbing on the bed to straddle it but all Hanna had to do was put a hand on his belly and he paused.
Adam was making huffs and frustrated noises. He was still standing by the toy box by the bedside table. He had a big pink dildo in his hands, the knot bold and pronounced, girthy and long. It would fit through the ring of the harness with a bit of finesse. Adam just needed to be filled and knotted.
“Adam, bring that to me.” Hanna commanded and Adam huffed in defeat and handed them both to Hanna. She fastened the harness to herself once the toy was through and Will was already growling. She gave him a sharp slap to the ass which made him moan.
Adam was careful to position himself, always was, just so he could easily sink down and get full without hurting. Once he was ready he didn’t start their game by sitting down. He looked at Hanna waiting for her.
“Go ahead Adam. You may take it now.” Hanna gave him permission but Adam shook his head and grabbed her blouse.
Will huffed and growled again. He was not patient enough for this. Hanna knew it too, so she said nothing when he grabbed both sides of the blouse’s collar and ripped it so her bra was exposed.
“Hurry up” Will barked out as his body shook in need, his toy just touching his needy hole. Adam smiled and started to sink down and nuzzle at Hanna’s soft bra and softer breast.
Once he was letting out short breaths and had his hand under Hanna’s bra, Will dropped himself.
Will was fast about it though, his slick had dripped down to cover Hanna’s pajamas and made it easy for him to slam down, the knot nearly slipping in, and throw himself back up. He was crying out.
“Oh momma, feels so much better! Need it, need it momma, please, give me, I need-” Will begged as he made a punishing pace for himself. Each time the small knot slipped past the ring of muscle and rubbed against his prostate and the head crammed against the small bud of his cervix. He’d be bleeding by the end and bruised up on the inside for the next few days of heat. But lord it felt good.
Will had his hands on her shoulders, he could enjoy her warm breast when he was sleeping, and he was bouncing all three of them with the effort of his thrusts.
Adam however was quiet and fulfilled. He’d been fucked today, he didn’t need anymore. He needed to be filled up and snuggled in. He had one hand under Hanna’s plain blue bra, happy she never had underwires. He was cupping the soft, warm, soft, really soft plump flesh gently and nuzzling the exposed top of her breast. He wanted to undo the few clasps that rested in the valley between her breasts but he didn’t wanna move his hand away.
Will was making so much noise and almost there. The boy battering his inside and Hanna’s warm body right there and their nest was ready and fuck. Fuck.
“Fuck, momma, I need, Fuck, I need- Scratch me! My leg, here” Will finally struggled out. He needed the bite of her short nails, the heat of it. He needed a little pain and he’d be there. Hanna smiled and brought her hand to first squeeze his cock in one long stroke which made him cry out and then to stroke his thigh a few times. She stroked his thigh with the rhythm he’d set for himself and when he finally nodded and let her nails catch the strong scarred flesh of his thigh and tear down it for a few inches.
Will screamed and grabbed onto Hanna, the scent of blood and cum filling the space. Adam gagged a little but reached over and touched Hanna’s thigh and gathered some of Will’s slick and brought it up to his mouth. It helped.
“Beautiful. Beautiful Will. Thank you for giving me that. Now let’s take a nice nap, both of you need sleep.” Hanna instructed once Will caught his breath. Both boys nodded and allowed Hanna to unbuckle and remove the straps from the toys. She’d just need to remove the rings from the bases of the toys once they were done. She pulled her blouse off and looked at the way Adam was staring at her chest.
“Adam, do you want to unclasp it?” She asked and Adam smiled and undid the clasps and moaned when the offensive blue fabric fell away. He immediately leaned forward to kiss and suck gently at her rosy nipple. Hanna tossed the bra to her vanity chair and Will brought his hand up to play with her other nipple.
“That’s enough of that , you two. Nap time, now.” Hanna commanded and laid down in the center of the nest letting the two omegas snuggle up to her and get comfortable.
Will curled up with his head on her stomach and his hand resting on her hip. He liked laying where he could smell the scent of arousal rolling gently off her body. Adam shoved his face into the soft side of her breast and let his hand go to lay in the toasty underside of her other breast. His arm was under his head so his hand could pet at her greying blonde hair gently.
She was absolutely content and comfy. It was easy for all three of them to drift off to sleep.
It wasn’t until nine p.m. that they all woke up.
And realized they never allowed the alphas back in the house. It was okay though. It just made their punishments a fraction less brutal.
Headcanon about Hannigram .Will is an dying Omega. The only way for him to survive is to be marked by Alpha Hannibal.When holding Hannibal’s chin ,Will release strong Omega scent that a bit too strong for Hannibal to handle 😬😬.
Try to updated in the following week( if I have time🥲🥲)
hey ya'll! if you're one of the -checks notes- 4! people who saw the first bit of my little hannigram a/b/o drabble i've upgraded it into something longer and i'm currently writing yet more for the next part!! posted it on ao3 today so if you're into alpha hannibal or some omega will please check it out here!!
