#i have claws and ive been known to bite i almost bit a girls finger off back in school

[nimsajlove]

Moments (III/VI)

I think I will do some more, maybe the darker sides of the story? All of this is clearly at the beginning of the war, so I will move on to the end of it.

Brothers-AU  Ao3

Part II , Part IV

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"Can you do me a favor?", Rex asked without looking up from his work. Droidbait waited, as if he could turn down an order. To his surprise, however, the captain gave him no work, but a packaged ration and cutlery. “Make sure she eats. I can't always run after her.", he grumbled and Droidbait grinned, then nodded. "Consider it done."

His search began in the hangar, sometimes she was still there, repairing minor damage to the small ships herself. But he only found the usual cleanup work here, so he went on. She wasn't in the canteen either, and the opposite would have surprised him a little. Rex wouldn’t send him off, if he found her here. But when her bunk and quarters were empty too, he was puzzled. His last stop was the medical bay, he let his gaze slide over the beds. Most of them were occupied, the medics wandered among the injured and only looked up briefly when he entered. He took a few steps and looked around. Before he could turn around to leave, as she wasn't wandering between the beds, he saw her. She crouched between two beds, Jesse and Fives. She was slumped against the wall, her face on her knees and wrapped in a dark coat. General Skywalker must had surrendered his robes to her... Kix hurried past him and glanced at the ration in his hands. "Finally! I thought Rex hadn't thought about it.", the medic huffed and stopped briefly to look at the togruta on the floor. "Should I maybe take her out of here?", asked Droidbait and Kix shook his head. “Then she'll be back sooner than you can imagine. Just make sure, that she finally eats something." 

It was easy for Kix to say that, he had a few months more experience with the young girl than he did! He wasn't known for necessarily being the best at comforting either, but he would try. She was one of them after all! His vod’ika. So he crouched carefully next to her and shook her shoulder, she was instantly wide awake and pulled the hood off her face. "Not my fault!", she exclaimed before looking around and blinking in confusion. Then her gaze fell on Droidbait and she relaxed. "Sorry.", she mumbled and rubbed her face, Droidbait sat down next to her on the floor and offered her the meal. "I'm not hungry.", she said immediately, but he still stuffed his cargo into her hands. “We know full well, that you haven't eaten since moving out. Do Rex this favor, okay?”, he muttered, watching her pout. "I'm not a youngling.", she grumbled, but still unpacked the cold ration and began to eat slowly.

There was silence for a few minutes and her eyes kept going up to the beds. "They won't go away.", Droidbait tried to calm her down, instead her look became even more gloomy. Damn it! Somewhere he must have taken a wrong turn... He hastily brought out a set of playing cards from a small pocket on his belt and offered them to Ahsoka. They had played many times before, she wasn't bad. "How about one game, we can stay here too.", he offered and to his relief she gave in, her eyes softened and lighted up a bit. "But only the simple variant, please.", she mumbled and picked up her cards, Droidbait watching her. 

For the first time she realized how attentive the gaze of the clone in front of her really was. And how easily he got her to play a game. Losing to Droidbait wasn't a bad thing for her, he played for calm and not for profit, even if they sometimes lost their dessert. Like most clones, he would do almost anything for something sweet. "Headache?", he asked quietly and took his own cards, unlike the deck of Cutup, his was much simpler and made it possible to play several variants of sabacc. Cutups were also marked and that often made it frustrating to play against him. "Yes…“, she nodded and rubbed her temple briefly, then her fingers ran up her Montreal with light pressure. "Don't worry, just a single game."

One game turned into two, three, even four games. By the end of the fifth her headache was gone and she was leaning against Droidbait, full and warm, it was not often that they were so near to each other. She was already napping again, when the door to the medbay opened and someone came in looking. "Down here, general.", the clone stated in amusement and the jedi peered around the bed, his gaze softened when he saw the two figures on the floor. "How nice to know, that she listened to someone.", he muttered and rubbed hia hands lightly together, Droidbait was always impressed by how well he could read the jedi's body language. Maybe because Ahsoka resembled him in so many ways? "Thank Rex for it." "Okay... But thank you anyway, Droidbait." 

*~* 

The loud growl echoed through the training hall and froze all clones for a moment. The laughter that followed moved most of them to return to their own business. A few shinys, however, moved to the spectacle that one of the clones and the young girl were offering.

"Come on! Or was that it?”, Hevy grinned and wiped his hands once on his pants before turning back to Ahsoka. She was cursing on the floor and rubbing her ribs, unlike her combat partner, she was covered with bruises. Her arms shimmered in green and blue under the reddish skin tone, her hands were bandaged for protection and she had also wrapped up her bare feet in a similar way. Puffing, she picked herself up again and looked for a firmer stand. "Attack from above commander, remember?", Hevy scoffed and the togruta immediately rushed at him again, her otherwise carefully hidden fangs bared. With a jerk she landed on his shoulders and clutched at them, she only stayed there for a few seconds. When Hevy threw her off again, however, it left red marks on his bare shoulders, it was proof of her strength. Because actually, she should have been stronger than him! Damn she was a jedi, for forces sake!

When her back hit the mat this time she stopped and covered her eyes with one arm, somehow the world turned a little. Steps retreated before coming back. With a puff, Hevy sat down next to her and pressed a bottle into her hand, that raised without a word. Like every time she let Hevy beat her up, the refreshment tasted better than ever! And like every time he got up after a few sips and pulled her back to her feet. "Let's go through that again slowly, the idea wasn't bad.", he encouraged her and she slipped into the defense stand next to him. “Without weapons, your hands have to end up somewhere else. More like here.", he explained and pointed once to his neck and throat, she resisted with all her strength to attack one of her brothers there. "Are you sure?", she asked and he nodded. "Of course, when it comes to survival, I'm not joking.", he explained to her seriously and then added: "And you have teeth, use them against opponents. Just maybe not against the droids, it'll just break your jaw.” Against her will, she had to laugh and tensed again before she was back on Hevy with one jump. Her hands immediately landed on his neck, but when he tried to shake her off again, she clawed his shoulders instead. She stayed there for a full three seconds before landing back on the ground. "How did you kill an akul with such thin arms.", the clone grinned after leaning over her a little. Her growl was as loud as the last one and the few spectators backed away, the shinys had never seen the little laughing girl so dangerous. "I have teeth, remember?", she mumbled and got up again. Every bone hurt her. "Maybe it's enough for today?", suggested Hevy and she nodded. 

It was frustrating to know, that Hevy was actually right. She was average in strength and size for a togruta, but compared to the war she was tiny! Puffing, she hung from the climbing unit and stared at her hands, which were clutching the shiny pole tightly. She was one of the few who used this scaffolding under the ceiling. After training, she usually joined the others on the way to the canteen, but today she was the last one to stay. "Dinner?", someone called up to her and she looked down, Hevy was standing under her and holding up a plate. The rations never looked particularly tasty, but they were warm and richer than the temple food. Her stomach growled loudly and she hastily swung herself down to her brother, instantly practically ripping the food out of his hand.

While she ate, Hevy sat down next to her. "You really need a shower.", he commented as he tugged at her tight top. It was soaking wet. The short shorts didn't looked any better either, they stuck to her in the same way and from the knees down they revealed the padawan's green and blue calves. She quickly swallowed the last bite, and Hevy immediately gave her something else. "Kix will kill me, if you don't use that.", he protested and with a quiet laugh she began to rub the balm into all the aching limbs. There was silence for a brief moment. "I didn't meant that… with the tiny and weak.", the clone suddenly mumbled softly and she looked up, so surprised that she forgot the cream that was still stuck on her fingers. She looked at his embarrassed expression and fought for a few seconds, before she snorted and kicked his thigh with her foot. "I know that, thank you." 

*~* 

Ahsoka stood a few meters away from the group and tried one last time to memorize the map on her datapad. She was infinitely grateful that her memory was better than her strategic skill, otherwise she would probably never have been able to remember this tunnel system! As steps approached, Rex or Master Skywalker probably, she turned the pad off and stuffed it into her backpack. "Don't worry, I remembered it.", she muttered without looking up. "I hope so, because the captain might be a little distracted.", the person next to her muttered and she looked up, Fives. Now she looked around, Echo looked in her direction and grinned broadly. “What are you doing? I want to take part!“, laughed the girl, if Fives and Echo planned a prank it could only be good! Besides, this mission was a bit of a boring routine, so any variety was welcome. "Do you want to get in trouble?", the clone teased and she stuck out her tongue before she swung the backpack onto her back and draped her lekku, so that not one of them rubbed anywhere. "Oh well, if we get caught I'll blame you two anyway."

Fives snorted in amusement at her side, before holding out a hand and opening it. Googly eyes, lots of googly eyes. She paused for a moment, then enthusiasm overcame her. Helmets with googly eyes, weapons with googly eyes, medkits with... "What have you already done?", she asked, taking a handful of the small plastic parts. Fives shrugged. “Not much, a couple of guns and two helmets. But we haven't gotten to him yet.", he grumbled and gave her a challenging grin. Of course, that's what he needed her for! "Oh, I know how to solve this." 

The tunnel was dark, that was good! Carefully she stuffed her googly eyes into a side pocket of her rucksack, she kept two in her hand. She then threw a look over her shoulder, Fives was just patting a shiny‘s helmet and, with the movement, left two little googly eyes on the side. Then he turned his face to her, despite the helmet she could guess the grin from the tilt of his head. All right, her turn.

"Rexter!", she shouted, took a run and landed on his shoulders. Fortunately, the ceiling was high enough. "Hey, get down kid. You can walk yourself.", he grumbled under her and pouting she leaned forward, propped herself up on his helmet and pressed her googly eyes onto it. "Spoiler.", she sighed and swung down again, Rex shook his head and walked on. She waited for Fives to catch up. "Done?", he muttered and she grinned broadly at him. "Right on the mark." 

"Fives!" Fives, Ahsoka and Echo sat up in their bunks. "Damn it.", Echo sighed, Fives just looked disgruntled. "I'm impressed, it took more than 12 hours.", laughed the togruta and pulled her legs into a cross-legged position, she did not intend to leave her seat. Fives gave her a sharp look, she just grinned wider. "That was the deal!", she reminded him and watched him and Echo leave the quarters.

She had her rest for 10 minutes, then the door opened and someone grabbed her arm. It took her exactly one second to identify the attacker as Rex. "Get up.", he growled and shooed her into the corridor. "What did I do this time?", she asked as innocently as possible, he didn't took it. "You didn't really believe, that you would be spared. Right?", replied the captain and showed her the way to one of the storage rooms. There, Echo and Fives were already dismantling and cleaning weapons. "Besides, he told me.", Rex smiled and left the small group alone during the detention. 

"Traitor.", Ahsoka muttered as she sat down next to Fives and began to take apart a blaster herself. That was the first thing the clones taught her. The reason was simple, everyone should be able to use a blaster correctly. "He figured it out by himself anyway.", he growled and then nudged her lightly in the side. "That belongs there.", he muttered, she started to assemble the blaster again. "Your way of taping up the eyes wasn't exactly subtle.", Echo added and there was silence for a while, then Fives offered her his forearm. Grinning, she bumped hers against it. "But in the middle of his jaig eyes, that was worth it!"

#best teachers ever #star wars #clone wars #ahsoka tano #clone trooper fives #clone trooper droidbait #clone trooper hevy #brothers-au

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Maelstrom - Hannibal/Will [Alpha/Omega (G)]

Twitter Prompt: A/O!Verse & Baby!Graham-Lecter

The silence is deafening. Out in the halls, he can pick out muffled conversations and announcements echoed overhead. They pulse against his ears. Hospital ward sounds that fade into the background as he strains to hear Will. The screams cut deeper than any knife ever will. Every lash across his skin dug deeper and deeper with every fumbled step he was dragged away.

He fought. Of course he did. No sane Alpha would ever part with their mate, unless something, or someone, interfered.

The metal and plastic and rubber sitting in his mouth are almost suffocating. The scent of it alone, mixed with the sting of disinfectant in the halls, coats the roof of his mouth and turns his nose. The harness digs into his skin and his teeth gnaw against the bit.

His hands are free; trembling and fidgeting with everything but the harness’ buckle sitting at the back of his head. Some small sliver of logic whispers to him that it’s just for a moment, for the safety of others, and the safety of his mate while they work on him.

And the logic cowers as whatever primal, vocal part of his being snarls and stalks. Whatever that sane part of him can whisper against the shell of his ear, it will always be chased away by the same part of him that sends him into ruts and leaves his reason at the door.

So he paces, and listens. All the while his jaw flexes against the bit caught between his teeth and a harness keeping his mouth shut.

He’s away from his mate.

And his mate is in distress.

And the silence stretching out over him is too much—

“Doctor Lecter?”

His pacing falters. He reels around, looking to one of the many doors that stand between him and Will’s side. A nurse steps through the door, a hand clasped tightly around the handle, ready to pull it shut if the alpha inside the room lashes out. A security team is probably waiting outside in the hall, ready to intervene again if needs be.

That logical, sane part of him rears its head. Settle.

The nurse squares her shoulders. A brave woman, facing down a distressed Alpha separated from his labouring mate. Then again, she probably can’t smell the scents souring the air inside the room.

“Your husband is ready to see you,” she says, a small smile ghosting her lips. She takes a step inside. Brave woman, not only facing down an enraged Alpha, but a hunter. A maelstrom of thought swirls around; plans to hunt those who kept him from Will, other assurances that what he’s feeling is just hormones, and that Will is fine because of those said people—

The nurse lifts her hands, gesturing to the muzzle holding his jaw shut. “I can take it off of you now,” she explains, “just as long as you agree that your walk from here to your husband’s room is a peaceful one.”

There’s definitely a team waiting outside in the hall. Hannibal’s ears twitch at the sound of people shuffling around outside. Their footfalls are too heavy to belong to scrub-clad nurses and doctors.

Maroon eyes regard the nurse for a moment – a colour made all the more deeper by the swirling emotions and hormones flooding him. It started the very moment when he surfaced, his nose wrinkling at a change in scent. He’s known Will long enough to know what he smells like, no matter what state he’s in. The usual scent changed; it soured and twinged with something that had sleep washing off of him as he nudged his mate awake.

It was time.

Hannibal’s jaw flexes. He eventually nods.

The nurse is slow with her movements, not unlike approaching a wild animal. And maybe, at one point during their evolution, that might have been the case. No matter how many generations pass through the aeons, something primal will always remain. And he’s gone much of his life ignoring it, pushing it to the side because it was a great inconvenience.

Then Will broke down those walls and let his feral nature loose, engulfing the both of them.

A low growl clambers up his throat when the nurse slips behind him. His hands clench into fists by his side at her fingers deftly unlatching the buckle. At the slightest hint of give from the muzzle, Hannibal reaches up. The nurse backs off as he wrenches the godforsaken thing off, clamping down on the urge to fling it across the room and charge for his mate.

He shifts his jaw, letting the ache slowly work its way out. The harness sits heavily in his hand. The rubber bit is imprinted with teeth marks, impressions left behind from just wanting to gnaw at something to take the edge off. Every primal, deep-set part of him screamed to claw and bite and roar. Maybe all those aeons ago, held up in a cave somewhere, when it would have been just the two of them, he could have fought off wayward intruders.

But nowadays, he understands the measures taken by hospitals to keep their staff alive and in one piece. They had the same thing in John Hopkins. Sometimes the Alphas of families hearing unfortunate news turned feral.

He turns to the nurse, a small courteous smile ghosting his lips. “Thank you,” he rumbles. His voice will be changed, altered to be a pitch recognisable by their baby. And the thought of it has his blood beginning to curdle again. He wants to see them. And Will.

The nurse lifts her chin. “Come with me,” she says, already leading them out of the room.

He winces at the sharp, bright light out in the hall. The noise is almost too much; staff and visitors chattering among themselves, the distant cry of other labouring women and omegas. He catches the inside of his cheek between his teeth. Will.

They can’t weave through the halls quick enough. It’s a typical labour ward – painted dust pastels and with overtly friendly and calm-speaking midwives and nurses who drift between rooms. A few of them glance at the alpha being escorted by one of their own, and a small army of security guards trailing behind them. But no one looks surprised. Or even bothered. The speed in which guards flooded Will’s room and clamped his alpha’s jaw shut to stop him from lashing out only tells him that this is a regular occurrence.

At the sight of Will’s room door, his heart leaps to his throat. He has to stop himself from rushing past the nurse and bursting in himself.

The nurse stops just outside of the room, peering in the opened door and greeting who Hannibal can only presume to be a colleague. She gives a firm nod to whoever is inside before turning back to him. “Alright, you can go in.” The silent threat lingers. But behave, or we’ll take you away again.

The second he steps into the room, his hackles fall. A familiar scent twinged with sweetness coats the roof of his mouth and settles on his tongue. He takes a breath of it, letting it bloom through him like sunlight warming a room.

A gentle thrill calls for him. Hannibal’s eyes dart to the bed. Amid machines and monitors and IV stands is his mate, propped up against pillows, guarding a white bundle against his chest. Hannibal’s feet carry him over. He practically falls into Will’s side, a gentle rumble rattling out of his throat to mix with his mate’s own sounds. A nurse and midwife still remain in the room, strategically keeping themselves as far away from the mated pair and their new pup as they can. Eventually, they leave the room with muffled footfalls and the softest of clicks when the door shuts behind them.  

A tired, worn-out smile tugs the corners of Will’s lips. “What was all of that about, doctor?” a light huff of a laugh slips out of him. A tiny whelp escapes the bundle in his arms; one snapping Will’s attention back, earning a small thrill out of his throat.

Hannibal hums, utterly lost of where to look. “I may have let instincts get the better of me. I apologise, darling.” His gaze eventually settles on the small, clenched fist that wiggles free of the bundle of blankets. One of Will’s hands, pinned with a cannula, gently pries the blanket away. A small, red face peers out. Still wincing at being hauled from a quiet, safe place into a world such as this; but Hannibal’s breath catches in his throat at how rounded their cheeks are, their pursed lips and squinting eyes. Even the faintest of sand-coloured wisps dusting the crown of their head.

He’s aware of Will’s eyes on him, blearily watching him for anything to slip through that impenetrable wall he shields himself with. But the omega knows all too well that he’s chipped enough of those bricks years ago to have that wall crumbling and cascading down. A new pup is the last blow, sending dust and debris to the wind. He swallows against the lump trying to lodge in his throat.

Will’s smile only grows when their pup reaches out and nabs one of his fingers. They’re so small, barely wrapping around his fingertip. “A girl,” he whispers, suddenly mindful of the quiet that has fallen over the room. Monitors whirl and beep occasionally, but it’s a world different to when they arrived. Pain wracking through Will’s body as labour moved on without him. Growls, snarls, shouts flung down the hall. It was chaos. Will brings the pup closer to his chest, letting her forehead rest against his bare skin.

Hannibal watches, perched by the side of Will’s bed. He looks beautiful; bleary-eyed with shadows clinging to the hollows of his face, sweat-coated curls sticking to his forehead. A show of strength and resilience to bring their child into this world, by himself. Hannibal’s stomach sours at the thought of not being there. The first cry to pierce through the room should have graced his ears too. He should have been there to soothe and gentle and encourage. Those who kept him away rattle through his mind. Faint glances at nametags and a general knowledge of how hospitals and their rotas work—

“Hannibal.”

The Alpha glances to his mate. Any ounce of tiredness that plagued his mate is gone. Or at least, pushed behind hardened blue eyes. Will lifts his chin, challenging. “Don’t blame yourself or others,” he says firmly, the words almost slurring together in a growl.

“Forgive me, my darling,” he dusts a kiss to Will’s temple. “I am only now coming out of the storm.”

Will hums, letting his head fall forward and rest against Hannibal’s. The air sweetens with plumes of Will’s scent drifting around. His usual smell is intoxicating. When he can, Hannibal sets his noise to the join of Will’s neck and shoulder, or to the hollow of his throat. Most nights, curled around each other and sweat beading along skin, Hannibal can’t sleep unless his lungs are full of his mate’s scent.

And it’s all the more sweeter now that a pup is here. She’s a tiny thing, swallowed completely in a swaddling blanket and gentled against Will’s chest. Tired, cut-off whines slip out from between her lips; calls matched by her mother cooing back, gentling, assuring her that she’s safe and they’re here for her.

There’s an unspoken agreement between the two of them. It wasn’t ideal, the pup’s birth. It had been challenging from the moment Will caught the change in his scent. Mornings spent curled around a toilet bowl, gagging at every dairy product under the sun. Swollen ankles and sore feet that found a permanent home on Hannibal’s lap, with the Alpha’s fingers dutifully coaxing out every tense and painful muscle.

But instincts are instincts, and this is their first pup. Their first. Whether any more appear, that will be up to Will. Hannibal didn’t think he could have any, being the age he is. And Will isn’t that free from concern either; a body littered with scars and worn out from illness. But here is a pup, healthy and squirming and scowling at the sheer noise of the world and trying to burrow her way into her mother’s chest to escape it all.

“I don’t want to see any of those nurses or midwives on our table,” Will rumbles, just teetering on the edge of slipping asleep, “do you understand?”

A small huff of a laugh escapes Hannibal. He makes a noise in the back of his throat. “Understood.”

The explanation sits between them. The people who brought him away are the same ones that brought their child into the world; the same people who made sure that Will weathered labour and birth and came out of it unscathed. And despite scenting the tang of blood in the air, his mate’s heart still thumps steadily in his chest, and his eyes are as quick as ever.

Something does linger on the tip of his tongue, peering out between his lips. A mother’s eye looks down at their pup, finally settling in for a short rest as she gets her bearings on the world.

Hannibal purrs. A gentle encouragement. They’re alone now and as soon as Will’s body is able, they’ll slip away with their pup and go back to hiding. But for now, it’s just the two of them. And thorned words and death wishes can be aired. The corner of Will’s lip twitches. “If you’re desperate for a hunt,” he murmurs, dusting his fingertip on the button of their daughter’s nose, “if you want to bring a feast to our table to welcome her into the world, there was a matron who came in to see what all the fuss was about.”

Hannibal’s purr vibrates through the air. While he can be cruel and violent in his own right, Will is even more so. And he suspects being a mother will only hone that urge to snarl and draw blood. The doctor hums. “Oh?”

Something wicked flashes in Will’s eyes. “Alphas have no place in a labour ward; especially ones that cannot control themselves.” He doesn’t distort his voice, knowing that the pup in his arms might just cry at his own normal soothe slipping away.

A low rumbling growl claws up Hannibal’s throat. He manages to catch it behind his teeth, but Will’s shoulders shake in a tired laugh. He nudges his nose against his Alpha’s. “I’ll be out of action for a while,” he lulls, “because your daughter saw fit to not enter this world without a fight.” Will’s lips part, a flash of fangs catches Hannibal’s eye. They’re close, but not close enough to catch Hannibal’s lip as he leans forward for a kiss. Will nudges him back, just so. A wounded sort of noise crawls up Hannibal’s throat. “Will you hunt for me, husband? For our daughter?”

He’ll line their table with whatever they need. Their home, wherever it may be, will be flooded with food and gold and warmth. A deep-set primal urge coils tightly in his stomach. One that sets his blood ablaze and has his throat rumbling. Will has a talent for igniting his blood, careful with plying with just the right words and glances.

The world outside their room, outside this hospital bed, all seems to slip away. Hannibal’s throat bobs. “I will give you everything and more, my love.” He glances down at their pup, nestled in Will's arms. Reaching out, he lets the pup nab and hold on to his finger. Warmth blooms through him. He swallows through a lump in his throat. "Both of you."

#hannigram #hannibal/will #hannibal x will #hannibal lecter #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal

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The Best Tease. (Billie Dean Howard x Reader) One shot.

A/N: aah, hi loves ! im sorry ive been so inactive lately - i got sick but im back with some smut !! i hope you enjoy reading !!

Warning: this is so nsfw i cant stress it enough jfkdsk

You were almost convinced that if Billie wasn't so well-known for being a medium, she'd be known for being the worlds biggest tease. The older woman absolutely adored making you frustrated and needy, and as much as you loved that about her, you often wished you could give her a taste of her own medicine.

                                                                    Teasing Billie was finding to be an impossible task — one that you had attempted countless times, and not once had you gotten anywhere close to making her desperate for your touch. It wasn't that you couldn't arouse the woman — oh, you most definitely could and you frequently did —, it was just that Billie despised being teased. Any time you strived to work the medium up, she would easily flip the scenario back onto you, and you'd be aching for her touch within an instant. And Billie . . . Well, she suffered nothing.

                                                                    That never discouraged you from trying again though; some days, you'd tease Billie for revenge, especially if she had cruelly made you hold off your orgasm the night before. She enjoyed that more than you did. And other days, you'd tease her for your own enjoyment, craving the familiar feeling of her fingers pumping inside of you at a punishing pace.

                                                                    Unfortunately for you, Billie knew what your intentions were every single time, and if that wasn't already enough, then the fact that she had enough willpower to last through an apocalypse certainly did make her the best tease. Truth be told, Billie would hardly even bat an eye at your antics, knowing that she could make you suffer just as much — if not more.

                                                                    As the rising, spring sun slipped through the cracks in the luxurious curtains and wrapped rays of warmth around your smooth skin, you were drawn out of slumber, a satisfied smile taking over your face as the same excitement that you usually felt on a Sunday began bubbling inside of your stomach, already heating up your core. Sunday's were yours and Billie's days. Whenever the medium was filming close to home, she'd get the singular day off from work, giving the two of you time to spend the day however you wished. It always went the same way.

                                                                    You peeled your eyes open, adjusting them to the bright, glowing room. Looking over at your lover, you noticed Billie was still in deep sleep, relaxation woven deep into her features as she softly and slowly exhaled and inhaled in a repetitive manner.

                                                                    Filthy thoughts began flooding your mind, reminding you of a particular event that occurred last week. Oh, god. It made you wet just thinking about it. Billie sure did pleasantly surprise you when you had been pulled out of unconsciousness by the familiar feeling of her plump lips wrapped expertly around your clit, a warm burn building inside of your stomach. You bit your lip, blushing slightly as you remembered just how quick you came — it even surprised Billie, who, in return, pulled three powerful, yet prolonged orgasms out of you after that.

                                                                    This was the ideal time for revenge, right? You slowly rolled out of bed, swiftly pulling your satin pyjamas off of your body, dropping them mindlessly onto the ground. Once you had crawled your way back in bed, you straddled Billie's hips, biting your lip to stifle a moan as your centre pressed against the medium’s silk-covered skin.

                                                                    Billie barely moved a muscle as you dipped down, attaching your pink lips to the soft skin on her neck. It was always difficult to wake the older woman. Years of being around often-bothersome spirits had allowed for Billie to learn the art of blocking her senses, turning her into an exceptionally heavy sleeper. You didn't mind though. It only meant you'd have to try harder to wake her, and you were never the one to turn down a challenge.

                                                                    Teasing kisses fell upon Billie's skin like mist as your hips began to roll leisurely, your dripping core rubbing against her thinly-clothed skin. Movement. The medium felt it gradually bring her into consciousness, yet she wasn't exactly sure what the movement was. She was hardly aware of just how laboured her breaths were becoming, hardly aware of the soft gasps dropping from her lips and swimming through the room.

                                                                    "Good morning, beautiful," you whispered in a teasing tone, hearing her heavy exhales fill the air. You roughly bucked your hips, deliberately moaning right into Billie's ear before nipping her earlobe with your teeth, pulling away with a satisfied smile.

                                                                    Your dazed eyes scanned Billie's dark ones, watching as they clouded over with lust, forcing her to run her teeth over her plump bottom lip. The medium's eyes shamelessly danced down your naked body, causing a wave of realisation to slide over her features as her hands flew to your hips, nails grazing the soft skin tenderly.

                                                                    "Did you sleep well, my love?" You teased again, noticing her unusually quiet demeanour. Billie was never speechless — you must've done something right for once. Just as you were about to roll your hips in a slow, rough motion, you felt the medium's nails suddenly digging into your skin, pulling a slightly pained whimper from you as you ceased your motions at once.

                                                                    "What were you just doing, honey?" Billie finally spoke up, and if you weren't so turned on, you'd have been worried at the tone of her voice and the playful, warning look on her face. She roughly guided your hips to continue, setting a painfully steady pace, forcing low groans to tumble through your lips. “Go on, tell me.”

                                                                    "N-Nothing," you whimpered, back-pedalling entirely on your plan as you realised it hardly was going to get you where you wanted it to. However, you didn't know it yet, but it was already too late for that as Billie had rapidly thought up a plan of her own.

                                                                    "I hope you're not lying to me, dear," the medium warned again, and in one swift motion she had flipped you both around, knocking the air from your lungs in surprise.

                                                                    Billie’s clothed body hovered over your naked one, her face inches away from yours as she spoke in a gentle, yet firm tone. "Tell me, sweetheart, were you trying to get off without my permission?" She asked, eyebrows raised in question. Yet she already knew the answer.

                                                                    "N-No." That wasn't it. "I was just trying to wake you, I wasn't-"

                                                                    Your sentence was cut short — the rest of your words evaporated off of the tip of your tongue as you felt Billie's slender finger sliding down your dripping slit. You opened your mouth to speak, but all you could form was a breathy moan.

                                                                    "No?" Billie teased, mocking you as a small smirk spread across her lips. "Then why are you so soaked, honey? Hm?"

                                                                    "I-I'm n-not-"

                                                                    Once again, all of your ability to form coherent sentences blew away like a gust of wind, as your brain shut down at the feeling of Billie's finger sliding inside of you with little effort, her nail scratching you ever-so-slightly. A gasp involuntarily flung out of your mouth and kissed the warmth of the room, making Billie smirk further at the sound. Before you could even enjoy the pleasurable sensation, you felt her finger withdraw, forcing a needy whine out of you in return. You never tore your eyes off of the medium, watching as she brought her wet finger to your pink lips, smiling softly at you as she spoke. "Try it then, darling," she offered, tapping the wet digit on your bottom lip twice. "Go on, open your mouth, honey. You tell me if you taste wet."

                                                                    Another shocked gasp left through your slightly-parted lips at the filthy words your girlfriend was uttering. Billie took the opportunity to dip her drenched finger inside of your hot mouth, pressing down onto your tongue, eliciting a moan from you as you began sucking it clean.

                                                                    "Oh, good girl," Billie cooed, a pleased smile lingering on her lips as she watched you eagerly swirl your tongue around her finger. "Mm, how does that taste, sweetheart?"

                                                                    Her digit slipped back out of your mouth, dragging a hum from your throat along with it as she waited for your reply. "Wet," you admitted, blushing fiercely as the realisation that you had been caught hit you like a pile of bricks.

                                                                    "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Billie shook her head slowly, lifting up from her towering position and kneeling in between your legs. "I ought to punish you for that, honey, don't you agree?" The older woman raised an eyebrow at you and you couldn't help but buck your hips in the anticipation of being touched.

                                                                    "I need you so bad," you whined in the neediest tone you could manage, ignoring Billie's question completely, hoping she'd just take mercy on you for once.

                                                                    Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the medium's nails running up and down your inner thighs almost too gently, causing you to miss the mischevious look that brushed over Billie's features. "Is that so, babydoll?" She sweetly asked, a hint of playful innocence entwined between her words, though you barely acknowledged that fact yourself as her teasing fingers distracted you from her words entirely. All you could do, was nod.

                                                                    "Alright then, sweetheart."

                                                                    Light shivers rippled through your body as you felt Billie pull away from your skin. You opened your eyes, watching as the mattress dipped under the medium's arm, which supported her weight as she leaned across the bed and pulled open the top bedside table draw.

                                                                    Your pearly teeth grazed your bottom lip, stifling the excited moan that clawed it's way up from your throat. You patiently watched — eyes black with lust and body already trembling — as Billie plucked a vibrator wand out of the draw before shoving it closed.

                                                                    She situated herself back in between your spread legs, smirking cockily at how flustered you had become under her fleeting touches.

                                                                    "Are you going to be a good girl for me now, (y/n)?" Billie asked, raising a perfect eyebrow as she scanned your face, curiously waiting for a reply. However, all you could muster was a confident nod, your throat too dry for you to properly speak as your hips desperately rolled in attempt to finally reach some sort of friction.

                                                                    "Use your words, dear," Billie teasingly reminded you, flicking the first switch on the toy and allowing the room to fill with a barely-audible buzz.

                                                                    "Y-Yes, Billie. I'll - I'll be good," you rushed, and without warning, the medium pressed the object against your needy clit, drawing full-throated moans from you within an instant.

                                                                    Satisfied noises filled the air and Billie couldn't hide the pleased smirk that ran across her lips. She once again lifted from her spot, hovering over you without shifting the toy, and dipping down until her lips touched your neck. Messy kisses and teasing bites painted their way across your skin as Billie revelled in the desperate sounds fleeing your mouth. Just as you were about to beg the medium for more, the setting on the wand increased and your mind was swiped completely blank, as all you could focus on were the filthy kisses and the warm pleasure drilling its way through your body.

                                                                    "You always make the prettiest noises, darling," Billie mindlessly told you, nipping the sensitive skin on your chest before running her tongue over it. Your body trembled as you toppled closer towards a powerful high, feeling as every touch Billie dropped upon your skin threw you deeper into the ocean of euphoria.

                                                                    Waves of intoxication hit your mind and your dazed eyes refused to open for longer than a couple of seconds, shutting completely when the vibrations that were kissing your sensitive clit intensified once again.

                                                                    "B-Billie-" you moaned out, gripping the silk sheets until your knuckles turned pale. "I-I'm c-close."

                                                                    The medium only hummed in reply — a knowing, teasing hum — as she pressed the toy firmer onto your centre, causing stars to cloud your vision. Fuck. You were unbearably close and your orgasm was threatening to hit you at any second, yet you forced yourself, with all your might, away from the edge, remembering one of Billie's rules.

                                                                    "P-Please, can I c-cum?" You begged, groaning as another wave of pleasure passed over your trembling body.

                                                                    You felt Billie smirk against your skin, pressing a final sloppy kiss to your collarbone before pulling away. "Aw, good girl, remembering to ask for permission.” Her velvet voice was full of faux sympathy as her amused face floated inches above yours, watching your reaction as the next few words struck you like lightening, "but no, you cannot."

                                                                    The click of the vibrator being turned off was muffled by the desperate sob that tore from your throat, as you realised that you had missed the opportunity to catch your impending orgasm. Billie was going to tease you all day for your stunt — you already knew it.

                                                                    "You tried to get off without permission, so now you've had it taken away completely. That seems fair, does it not, honey?" Billie asked in a playfully stern tone but you couldn't even reply. Your chest heaved with desperate breaths of despair as you laid limp on the bed, wondering if you were even going to get off today.

                                                                    Billie smirked at your evident defeat, feeling proud of herself as she dropped the vibrator to the side before getting comfortable between your legs.

                                                                    You furrowed your eyebrows, propping yourself up onto your elbows as you glanced over at the medium, curious as to what her next move was going to be.

                                                                    She laid down on her stomach, wrapping her arms under your thighs and resting her hands on your sides, scratching them softly with her nails as she began pressing soft kisses up your right thigh. "You know-" Billie mumbled between kisses, avoiding the very spot you needed her the most, "that was for trying to get off without my permission," the medium informed you once again. "But since you also lied about how wet you were-" the older woman paused, sliding her tongue up your dripping slit before looking up at you with black eyes, "I'm going to tease you with my tongue for the next three hours, babydoll."

                                                                    And without giving you a second to recover from her words, Billie attached her lips to your throbbing clit, making sure to pull screams from your lips that would have the neighbours worried for weeks. After all, Billie was the best tease.

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My Parasitic Twin by CynicHappy

When I was born with the torso, head, and arms of my twin brother sticking out of my lower back, the doctors knew they would have to remove him in order to ensure my survival. The surgery was a success, but I was left with a rather large scar where my brother had been amputated from my body.

Of course, I was only a baby when this all took place, so I grew up with no memories of Evan whatsoever. I didn't even know about him until I was seven years old, and my parents decided I was old enough to know what had happened. I remember being shocked and not knowing what to make of the situation. But I knew I missed the brother I had never known.

The scar on my back didn't fade as I grew older. Instead, it seemed to deepen and expand. By the time I was twelve years old, it stretched from hip to hip, and the skin surrounding it was perpetually dry and flaky. The dermatologist prescribed ointments and creams, but they didn't help. The scar began to throb, and felt as if something was growing beneath it, threatening to break through the tough, thick tissue any minute.

This continued for several years. I continued to apply ointments to the scar and did my best to ignore the itching and throbbing. I got used to it, and saw it as little more than a minor nuisance. I graduated from high school, started college, and met a beautiful girl named Helen. Life was good. Until the morning I woke up in a pool of blood, my back on fire. My startled cry woke Helen, and she began freaking out. In a stunned daze, I wandered into the bathroom, stood with my back to the mirror, and craned my neck so that I could see what was happening. The scar had split open, gaping like a lipless mouth and oozing blood and pus.

Helen and I went to the emergency room, where the wound was cleaned and stitched up. The doctor then wrote me a prescription for antibiotics and sent me home.

Later that day, Helen posed the question: "Could it be related to your twin?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Some sort of complication from the surgery?"

We discussed the possibility for a while and concluded that it didn't make much sense. It had been almost nineteen years since the initial surgery-too late, it seemed, for complications. I told Helen about how the scar had been giving me trouble since I was twelve, how nothing seemed to relieve the pain.

"Maybe your skin just healed poorly," Helen suggested. "But why did it split open like that?"

"I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "I just don't know."

Things were okay for about three days. Then a lump began forming beneath the stitches. It felt hard to the touch, and hurt like a bitch. I began having nightmares about Evan. "Why did they take me away?" he would wail. "Why did you let them cut us apart?"

I began losing weight and stopped shaving. My grades slipped. My family and friends were all worried about me, but I couldn't explain what was wrong.

Things came to a head when I collapsed while walking across campus. I was admitted to the hospital so the doctors could keep a close eye on me and run some tests. My scar began itching ferociously, and I couldn't stop scratching. I tore out the stitches and began digging around in the open wound, desperate for relief.

I felt it. Something inside my skin. I felt bumps and ridges, and teeth...

Teeth.

It bit me. I screamed and rolled out of bed, tearing out the IV needle in my wrist. Lying on the cold linoleum floor and bleeding like stuck pig, I reached under my hospital gown and began to pull. There was a sickening pop as the object came out. It was a head. I kept pulling. My skin was tearing, tendons snapping, bones breaking, but I didn't care. I wanted this fucking thing out of me, and I didn't care if I wrecked myself in the process.

It seemed to take forever, but finally, the thing came loose, hitting the floor with a splat. It was grey, slimy, covered in blood and pus. A mass of flesh with a mouth full of teeth, tiny hands, and a shock of black hair. Its brown fish eyes rolled around wildly in its head for a moment, before focusing on me. The grotesque little mouth opened, and the thing let out a horrible screech.

My screams had finally alerted the nurses. I passed out just as they burst through the door. I had a gaping hole in my back, exposing my spine and internal organs. Emergency surgery saved my life. I woke up to the worried faces of my parents and Helen. They cried and embraced me, and despite the horrific ideal I'd just been through, I felt lighter.

Later, the doctor stopped by and explained to me that I'd had a psychotic episode and clawed at my own stitches. He told me it would take some time, but I would recover fully. "You were very lucky, young man," he said. "You could have died."

"What about Evan?"

His brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"The twin! My parasitic twin. He grew back. He was inside me. I ripped him out."

He shook his head. "There was no parasitic twin. That was just a delusion."

I wanted to believe him. I really did. I almost convinced myself it was true... but then I'd look at the bite marks on my finger, and I felt dizzy with horror.

A year has gone by since then. I'm mostly recovered, and I'm still dating Helen. I've regained my health and am doing a lot better in school. But now I have an even gnarlier scar on my back, and it will never go away.

I don't know what the hell happened. I don't know if that thing was really Evan, but it was real, no matter what anyone says. I wish someone would believe me. I need answers. I need some sort of explanation. I need to understand what happened.

Because last night, my scar began to throb again, and I swear I felt something moving under my skin.

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