#hmmm i need a tag for dr thoughts

[byuntrash101]

incubus: coming of age

fem!reader x incubus!san smut | mdni 11.3k being in love with your boss, doctor jeong yunho, is a nightmare. unlike this dream you're having right now of him gently kissing you in the middle of the night. but something feels off. doctor jeong doesn't quite sound like himself... nsfw tags under the cut

multiple smut scenes (2), demon!san (needs its own warning), the duality© of choi san he's cute and sweet then hot then even hotter, he's pouty and whiny and then a cocky little shit, monster cock!san (i mean he do be a demon tbh so don't expect realism), dirty talk (he's filthy), oral (f&m), eye contact>>>, breath play, overstim (f), multiple orgasms (he ain't no sex demon for nothing), slight dumbification, breeding kink, a sprinkle of spit play, explicitly asking for consent, pet names (kitten, baby, good girl), breath play, praising, begging™ (that's my brand baby), bulge kink, marking (in a quite literal sense), orgasm control, squirting, an ungodly amount of cum, cum play, lowkey wholesome ending <3 a/n: please enjoy this rework of an old fic of mine

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“Aaaah… Don’t stop” you huffed as you gripped on the bed sheets tightly “I’m cumming” you cry out through gritted teeth, furiously rubbing on your aching and throbbing nub. “F-fuck… Aaaah… Yunho…” You moaned, his name so naturally rolling off your tongue as you pushed yourself over the edge, finally grasping your orgasm and letting it wash over you in waves of heated bliss.

Once your sinful deeds accomplished, you sighed to yourself, lying wide awake in the dark bedroom, contemplating the blank ceiling as your bare chest heaved up and down. 

You did it again… You just couldn’t help yourself, you touched yourself to your handsome boss… Again!

You clicked your tongue, annoyed at your own lack of will.

Yunho was the head of the ophthalmology department at the KQ Medical Center where you worked. Doctor Jeong Yunho was everything a woman in her mid 20s, such as yourself, could desire. He was tall and well built, had strong broad shoulders that seemed like they could carry the weight of the entire world, he was unbelievably attractive with his big puppy eyes and a smile that could light up a room. And on top of that he was incredibly smart and a true gentleman, a wonderful listener, always considerate of his team and that smile! You thought again as you recalled how he looked fondly at you earlier today as you handed him yet another patient file.

As an ophthalmologist of said team, you worked directly under him. And God knew how much more you wanted to do under him…

You shook your head…You really had to stop dreaming about your married boss. Yes, he was married, happily married. And yes, your little thoughts and heart flutters were nothing more than that… dreams, just silly dreams.

You sighed and flipped to your side, tucking your head comfortably on the pillow to finally get some sleep. Not even taking the time to slip your panties back on. Simply buttoning your nightgown back up.

***

You have no idea how long you’ve slept for when you’re woken up by the sound of a pair of lips smacking and the feeling of the said lips attached to your bare shoulder. You blinked a few times, your blurry eyes adapting to the dark room solely illuminated by the rays of the full moon peeking through the blinds. Your eyes fell on the blonde tuft of hair occupied with gently nibbling on your collarbone.

“Hmmm… You finally woke up y/n?” The man lifted his head…

Dr Jeong?!?!

You flung yourself to the headboard, covering yourself with your blanket. Yunho was not at all startled by the sudden screech of terror you emitted and just casually joined you up the mattress. He leaned in and started to playfully lick around your ear. His tongue was surprisingly cool against your burning ear and the tickling sensation raised goosebumps on your skin.

“Aaah” A soft and unexpected moan seeped from your lips. You immediately clapped your hand over your traitorous mouth, refraining from moaning again. Your ears have always been your weak spot.

“Oh baby, you’re so sensitive” his deep voice resonated in your auditory, shivers running down your spine as you fought the urge to lean your head back to give him more access to your neck.

“Dr. Jeong,” you started, voice wavering before the tall blonde interrupted you. 

“Call me Yunho, darling” The pet name spoken in his soft sultry voice made arousal stir your guts around, the butterfly wings tickling your stomach as they took off by thousands.

“Y-Yunho, what are you doing?” You asked in a short breathed whisper, trying so hard not to whimper and, against all odds, succeeding. Yunho smirked, wet lips pressed against the thin skin of your neck.

“Come on baby… You know exactly what I’m doing” He marked a long pause to suck on your earlobe, compelling you to close your eyes. “I’m here to make your wildest dreams come true” Your eyes immediately shot open.

“How would you know about that?” You pushed him away to have a look at his face.

“I just do,” he shrugged nonchalantly before trying to go back to your neck, but you stopped him with a firm hand on his broad chest right between his pecs.

“There’s no way Doctor Jeong would know about that or even act like that at all… Who are you?” You asked, squinting as you grew suspicious. The man chuckled, incredulous.

“Y/n… It’s me Yunho your super sexy gynecologist boss”

Dread crept under your skin, you gasped loudly as you brought the covers further up your body… Doctor Jeong would never speak of himself as “super sexy” and above all else… He’s not a gynecologist!

“Who are you really?” you asked, tilting your head and frowning.

Soon the man dropped his shoulders and the fake reassuring smile, turning his face away from yours.

“Fine!” he spat, he got up from the bed and right there before your very eyes, red smoke started to form at the bottom of his feet, soon enveloping completely his big and tall figure. You rubbed your eyes, persuaded to still be in deep sleep, that was the only logical explanation.

When the smoke dissipated, Yunho was gone and there stood a boy. He had raven black locks of shiny hair perfectly sitting on top of his head, piercing and sharp dark brown orbs looking right into yours and pouty pink lips.

Well, a boy that is if you disregard the two obvious 10 cm (4in) tall horns that sprouted out of his forehead. And a just-as-obvious spade shaped black tail dangling behind him.

He was wearing an oversized black hoodie and a pair of denim shorts with thick white sneakers. He shoved his hands in his back pockets, looking annoyed.

“Who are you?” You asked again, this time more to yourself as you have trouble trusting your own eyes. The thing -for lack of a better word- runs his black stained fingertips through his hair.

“My name is San” he finally said.

“What are you?” you asked after clearing your throat trying not to squeal. San rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, his expression shifting from exasperated to defeated.

“I’m an incubus”

“A what?!” You nearly choked on your own saliva.

“A sex demon that-”

“I know what an incubus is!” you interrupted him, frustrated at the irrational scene taking place before your eyes.

“Well… At least I was supposed to become one” he looked down. You tilted your head in confusion. “Yeah… today is my exam… You’re my exam” You frowned your brows, the confusion thickening in your eyes.

“Your exam?” you echoed.

“Yeah, I was supposed to seduce you to pass…” Your heart jumped into your throat.

“Seduce me?!?” you said louder than intended, feeling yourself almost slipping into cardiac arrest.

“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” he snapped back with a biting tone. “Yeah… I kinda like… studied you and your preferences all semester just for today but it’s all for nothing… I’m going to fail anyway” he hung his head low, sulking cutely.

His words barely made any sense in your fuzzy mind. But then you took a closer look at him, he looked so sad, his cat-like eyes turned droopy, his lips forming an adorable pout as he nervously whipped his tail around. You immediately cursed your subconscious that decided to send you such a weird dream tonight. But the pouting incubus had you second guessing yourself.

“Well…I guess I can make an effort so you can pass your exam” His tail perked up and his eyes instantly lit up.

“Really?” 

You hesitated again.

“Y…yes” you dragged on the word, as if you were trying to keep the right of changing your mind for as long as possible.

“Oh, thank you so much!!!” he chirped, his lips stretching in the most adorable smile, making his sharp eyes turn into two small crescents. And you didn’t really know why but his happiness spread to you, you found yourself mirroring the beaming smile of the heart warming demon.

But something didn't sit right with you.

“Wait, an exam… how old are you?” you asked, uncertain again. San’s smile faded away as he tilted his head to think.

“Hm… You mean in demonic blood moon years or human sun years?” he asked dead serious. When you didn’t reply anything and only looked at him with round and confused eyes, he started mumbling to himself. “Yeah, how would she know what a blood moon year is…” he started counting on his fingers “I’ll be… One… Two… Ten… 19 years old in July” He said proudly puffing his chest.

“Oh my God! You’re only 18!!!” you nearly screamed, almost losing balance and falling off the bed. “I can’t I’m sorry, you’re way too young” San jumped to your side and grabbed both your hands pressing them into his black stained ones.

“Please y/n” he said, piercing cat-like eyes harpooning into yours and begging for your sympathy . “If I fail… I’ll be expelled from school and my parents will disown me… and…” he looked down at his feet, his grip slightly tightening around your hand, his voice quivering. “I’ll be prohibited from breeding, which is an incubus’ sole purpose” He hung his tails in defeat.

You didn’t know why or how but seeing him like that made your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. You couldn’t possibly say “no” to such a face. You sighed again, it was your turn to feel defeated. 

“Fine…” you couldn’t help but to smile softly when you saw him wag his tail back. “What do you need to pass?” He looked to the side, recalling the instructions.

“For me to have just the passing grade I need to” he nervously licked his lips before looking back into your eyes “I need to successfully give you… one orgasm”.

You blinked your eyes twice, unsure of the information perceived by your ears. You started to shake your head slowly as the realization started to come clearer into mind. “Wait please y/n! We don’t actually have to have intercourse”

“Please don’t say it like that” you asked in a prolonged sigh, removing your hands from his to massage your temples, with knitted brows.

“Wait y/n! I mean… I could maybe… just…” he hesitated “go down on you?”. Silence fell for a second, but you started to shake your head again. “Please” he pleaded, getting on his knees at your side on the mattress, attacking with the damn irresistible eyes and pouty lips.

Silence again.

“OK…” you finally breathed out, getting up and pacing around the room. Once again, his tail cutely perked up. “If it’s a dream then I guess it’s ok…” you whispered to yourself this time your gaze drifting to the floor as you still have trouble processing what is going on.

Just a dream. You repeated to yourself.

“Oh my! Thank you! I promise I will make you feel good” your eyes shot back to him. It was almost imperceptible but the last two words sounded different. Something was different.

San took a step in your direction and you wanted to step back but the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. You froze in your steps. He leaned into your ear and if you didn’t have your eyes to back up your ears on this one you would have sworn it wasn’t San speaking to you anymore. He took this deep, sultry, and alluring voice that only a demon could have.

“I promise you won’t regret it. Because I was trained for this.” You felt the unusually hot glide of his tongue on your ear as swarms of butterflies collectively took off inside your guts. “I was trained to please you… Only you.” Goosebumps ran across your skin as electricity sparked up in your core.

He went back to lick and suck on your ear you’re surprised how much surface his tongue can cover but you don’t pay that much attention to it, you’re too busy being gently laid back in your bed by San as he licked down your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and playful bites in his wake. His sharp teeth easily sunk into your skin and the pleasurable sting dragged a throaty moan out of your mouth. San briefly pulled away to look at you. He smirked at your flushed rosy cheeks.

“Baby, are you already feeling me?” Just as he said that he pushed his hips into yours and you had to keep yourself from loudly gasping when you felt… it. You haven’t seen it yet, but you just know it… That thing… was huge.

You let out a whimper and he unveiled his pointy teeth, the white pearls glistening under the moonlight. While San buried his face back in the crook of your neck you noticed how the buttons of your nightgown started to faintly glow red and in total stupor you understood they were undoing themselves. The straps swiftly slipped off your skin and you were left absolutely naked before San’s eyes.

He pulled away drinking in your most natural form while you laid on your back, thighs tightly pressed together.

“Baby you look this good, and you want me to behave?” he said in that voice again. He licked his lips, his tongue was different. It’s long and pointy, unnaturally red and… hot too… you recalled from the neck kisses. Your heart pounded in your chest.

He leans back again, and his disproportionately long tongue fully wrapped around your nipple. You moaned and bit your bottom lip. He lightly flicked his tongue. You gasped as it was gradually more difficult to resist.

He dipped down again, hot tongue gliding across your skin from your chest to your stomach and dangerously approaching your center. When he noticed you were keeping your legs tightly shut, he looked back up at you. Your eyes grew wide when you noticed the soft dark brown of his eyes was replaced by a glowing and ominous burgundy red.

“Baby, don’t make this harder than it has to be” San said, not parting his lips from your pubic bone still showering you with a thousand breathy kisses. Then with a flick of the wrist, your legs flew open, the magical force prying your legs open as if it were nothing, coercing you into unveiling yourself to the ravenous gaze of the demon. Before you could even realize it San was eyeing the most private part of you. 

And just like that the demon was at heaven's doors.

“Baby, it didn’t even start yet and you’re already this wet for me” his teasing made you squirm and it’s only then that you realized in what state the incubus has put you.

You were absolutely drenched. You never were this wet… Ever! Even in your wildest dream with Doctor Jeong. Without even proper touching, you soaked the sheets all the way through the mattress. You couldn’t see it, but you felt long strings of your juices linking your sopping center to the bed and coating your inner thighs.

When San approached his face very slowly, eyes focused on his target, licking his lips hungrily, when he’s right there, just a couple of centimeters away from your soaked slit he looked up at you. Sharp eyes glowing red and harboring a smirk that could only be described as downright evil.

“Oh, and y/n, one last thing. This is not a dream… It’s real… I’m real”

You didn’t have time to process the information before his tongue made contact with you, directly aiming for the clit. You gasped loudly, gripping the sheets. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve felt before. His tongue was uncommonly hot and wet, slimy even, like lubricated? It was also kind of rough, rugged, like a cat’s tongue. But strangely it was the best part about it, the little asperities were stimulating you in a novel way. You simply couldn’t hold back anymore. Frankly, you didn’t want to, you were giving in.

Your delighted moans filled the room, and your meek voice had San smirking, lips still tightly pressed to your folds.

“That’s it, kitten, moan for me.”

The pet name made you moan louder, your hand instinctively finding his head, fingers intertwining with the thick black hair between his horns and gripping it. His abnormally long tongue swirling around your clit, driving you to the verge of sanity. The pleasure rose steadily, and you felt the familiar build up form in your stomach.

He wrapped his lips around your swollen and very sensitive clit to give it a gentle suck. Another throaty moan slipped out your mouth which made you bite your lip right after. His sharp teeth grazed against you and you felt a small bite on your already aching bud. The sting was divine and made you scream out a moan. San felt you twitch under his tongue as you unconsciously buck your hips up and down, grinding your needy little cunt against his tongue.

“Kitten, are you gonna cum?” he asked with a mouth full.

You looked down at his dark red glowing eyes, his satisfied smirk, his pitch-black hair stuck to his forehead, his face smeared with your overflowing juices… Fuck why did he have to look so good?

You nodded, biting on your bottom lip so hard you could have drawn blood, feeling your walls flutter, inching so close to the edge, your peak within reach but San slowed down…

No… Please… 

You wanted to beg but you didn't.

You let out a desperate whimper that made San’s smirk grow even wider.

“Then tell me, Kitten. Tell me how good I’m making you feel. Tell me what you want.” he whispered in that deep voice again.

Fuck… How did he know you so well, the weak spot around your ear, the pet name, the dirty talk, the teasing? He knew about all the little things you fantasized about in the dead of night, all the details that drove you mad but never dared speak of out loud. All these secrets you kept for yourself until now. He knew your mind and your body. He had all the cards in hand and you were losing, giving up. But giving up never felt so good.

The agonizing slow flicks of his tongue on your throbbing pussy were killing you and you just wanted more. You needed more.

“Please, please San…” you whined. “Please, please let me cum. I-I need it so bad. Please”. you begged, your mind fogged up with lust. He chuckled in victory.

“Good girl” he praised before shoving his whole tongue in your clenching pussy. You didn't have the will (or the strength as a matter of fact) to control your voice anymore. You let your moans cascade off your tongue and crash heavily on the bedroom floor. The sounds were music to the demon's ear, the irrefutable sign you gave yourself up to him.

“Fuck… yessss…” you brought your second hand between the demon's horn to grip his hair too. Not realizing how harshly you're pulling at it, sting made San grunt against your heat.

“Beg me for it, Kitten”

“Please Sannie… aaah… Don’t stop… Please” you were pleading, you were so fucking close.

His tongue worked wonders going in and out of you at an astonishing speed, every time hitting your g spot dead on. Somehow, he managed to tongue fuck you while still give attention to your clit. Expertedly alternating between your fluttering and gushing hole and your touched deprived little bundle of nerves. 

“M’c-cumming” you whispered in a strangled breath.

“Yes, cum for me Kitten. Cum all over my mouth” San’s deep voice resonated in your ear as your eyes were closed shut. Your legs tensed up and your back arched as the knot finally ruptured, making you unravel at San’s touch. Juices flowing out into San’s open mouth. He sent you into an earth-shattering orgasm. The overwhelming sensation took over your entire body, making you shake uncontrollably as you screamed out his name. Never have you felt something like this. A simple human being would have never been capable of doing the things he had done to you.

San slowed down allowing you to ride off your high without hurry. When he parted his mouth from your quivering core you heard him swallow thickly then hum in satisfaction.

“Mmmmh… Delicious baby” he said wiping his glistening mouth and chin with the back of his hand, the glow in his eyes slowly fading to the original dark brown.

Your chest was heaving up and down and you still couldn’t believe what just happened. The things you felt you can’t really understand or even name them. All you knew was that you didn’t want to let them go.

San had already climbed off the bed when you let your heart speak. Or maybe the voice was coming from further south? 

“San…” he turned around “I-… hum…” you didn’t really say anything but San smirked. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Is Kitten becoming greedy?” With that a red halo of light started to surround him and his clothes just simultaneously dropped to the floor.

You looked at him with round eyes and a hanging jaw. Who would have known he was hiding all this behind his boyish face? He looked absolutely stunning. You would have never suspected such broad shoulders underneath that oversized hoodie. He was toned and in shape. But the most impressive thing was without a doubt his masculine attributes…

His huge dick stood proud and tall. It was quite literally the size of your forearm and you just kept staring at it as it lightly twitched, precum shining and pearling at his slit.

You licked your lips as the sight made your mouth water. San picked up on your piqued interest right away.

He slipped back in bed with you and whispered in your ear again, planting kisses around your ear. He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks in a firm grip, his black stained thumb tugging at your lips before he slipped his long tongue inside your mouth. Instantly the taste of your own cum spreaded on your tongue, lust clouding your mind. San continued to push his tongue inside, past the back of your mouth and until it was down your throat. Making your lips finally meet. Your eyes instinctively rolled to the back of your head, your mind slipping into some kind of half consciousness as you could only think of San’s plump lips on yours, only think of his tongue down your throat and the heat and the mess it was creating, both your saliva mixing and dripping on your chin. Goosebumps woke on your skin in the nape of your neck as his heavy breathing fanned your warm cheeks.

When he pulled out and you gasped for air, light headed from the burning oxygen in your lungs.

“I know you want more,” he said as he let go of your face to forcefully grab your wrist, placing your hand on his fat huge cock. The thing was so hard and hot, twitching under your fingers, you bit your lip trying to repress an embarrassingly needy moan and barely succeeding. San enfolded your fingers around his cock, making your hand appear so tiny in comparison to the huge cock inside of your clenched fist. He harshly thrusted himself in your small hand wrapped around his two big ones. You whimpered as San growled in your ear.

“Tell me what you want, kitten” San’s low grunts made you shiver, heat pulling in your stomach once more. He gave another powerful thrust in your fist.

“Please… San” you started with your lips trembling. “Fuck me” you finally said in a breath, barely above a whisper.

That was all that San needed. He left your side and kneeled right in front of you. He harshly pulled on your parted thighs to bring you closer. You let a whimper out as his member rubbed against your still very responsive clit.

He wiggled himself even closer and linked his hips with yours, his fat cock resting on your stomach.

“Look kitten, this is how full I’m going to make you” he chuckled, an evil smirk playing at his lips, slightly swaying his hips to rub on your nub. You bit your lip and lifted your head to take a look. You whimpered when you saw the angry red and leaking tip reach all the way up to your midriff.

It’s never going to fit…

He seized his thick member and started to rub the tip against your slit, gathering your wetness and coating himself with it. You bucked your hips up, impatient to be filled. But San gently took your chin in his black stained fingers and lifted your head up. Your eyes shoot back to his, the red glow was back.

“Look at me while I fill you up with this huge fucking cock” he whispered detaching every syllable of the three last words, eyes diving deep into yours. The smirk was gone, he was done playing.

Slowly and steadily, he pushed himself inside you. His girthy tip delightfully stretching your tight little cunt. You felt him progress inside you, surprisingly you didn’t feel any discomfort at all. Something of this length, of this girth, it should have hurt. But it just didn’t. Instead every centimeter felt like pure heaven as his glowing eyes locked into yours as he frowned and grunted.

Eventually he reached the deepest part of you and your hips linked again. You squeezed your eyes shut and your toes curled up… Because as crazy as it may sound just with this one slow stroke, he made you cum. You couldn’t explain it, there’s no logical explanation but you, a woman of science, you didn’t have a single thought anymore for logic. You only wanted more. More of this unholy pleasure. More of this demon, more of him.

You pressed your lips into a thin line to not moan. But San wasn’t fooled, he couldn’t possibly when your tight cunt was so desperately fluttering around him. He hunched his warm body over yours and leaned into your ear to whisper with the deep voice that you were starting to know.

“Oh Kitten,” he clicked his tongue with a patronizing tone. “You came with that?” He cooed as he slowly pulled out of your still throbbing cunt. “But I have so much more in stock just for you”

Then he stood back straight and took a bruising grip on both of your thighs to smash himself back into your dripping heat.

“Fuck” you yelled. Your eyes shot open as you cursed out loud, unable to resist the feeling. Your previous orgasm still hadn’t completely worn off and he was already forcing another one into you. Your eyes rolled back as your jaw fell open, shaking every time he thrusted his huge cock inside you.

San smirked when he felt the signature clenching and throbbing of your on coming high. But that didn’t stop him. As another orgasm washed over you, your legs shook uncontrollably as you moaned out his name.

“Aaaah… Sannnnn”

“Awww, you’re cumming again… Kitten really has become greedy” he chuckled slowly, adapting his pace to allow you to breathe. Your high slowly wore off. Your eyes came back into focus and you caught San’s tail lazily waving behind him before they drift to his handsome (but evil) face.

“Oh Kitten, you’re back! I almost thought you were going to pass out with this one.” he chuckled again, still slowly pumping himself deep inside of you. “You’re not used to feeling this good, huh?” You couldn’t even reply anything, your brain couldn’t process just one useful coherent thought so you just laid there trying to process the feeling but San sped back up, going even faster. Right when you thought it couldn’t get better. Right when you thought he couldn’t possibly fuck you any better than this… he does exactly that.

Immediately you gripped the sheets again, arching your back. You were already back to screaming for him. He felt amazing inside you. The way each thrusted into you to deliciously spread your aching tiny little cunt, the way he rammed himself into you, rearranging your guts and shaping your hole to perfectly fit his fat cock… Frankly in this instant you couldn’t even remember your own name.

“Fuck… Aaaah…”

The sound of wet skin clashing reverberated against the walls of your room. Finally, you felt him dangerously twitch inside you. He was coming close to his release, and it showed in his dark red glowing eyes.

“I’m gonna cum inside you” he grunted lowly, tightening his grip on your thighs. This was definitely not a question. It was a statement.

You welcomed his demand as it meant salvation to you. You were exhausted, your pussy just couldn’t take another one of these intense orgasms. You felt like you were going to collapse as you laid there on your back while he furiously pounded into you, your eyes rolled back and your tongue hanging out of your mouth, flapping on your chin with every thrust.

“Yesh, pleash cum inshide me” you mumbled, not even bothering to slip your tongue back in.

“I’ll make you mine, kitten” he growled, making you shiver.

“Yesssshhhh” you huffed in a shaky breath.

Your own release was coming close, again. Your toes curled upward, and you arched your back, your tight pussy frantically throbbing and clenching around San as his cock pulsed and twitched inside you finally releasing his delicious piping hot cum.

“Fuckkkk” San breathed out through gritted teeth as you sunk your nails into his biceps.

Gallons of thick white sticky liquid gushed out inside you, adding on to the full feeling of San’s cock. You felt astronomical volumes of cum filling you to the brim until it had to flow out of you in a slimy river of gooey white spurts.

You both caught your breath for a good two minutes before you could even move. When San finally pulled out your mixed juices still linked him to you in long strings.

He was quicker to recover than you. Your chest was still heaving up and down when he magically popped his clothes back on.

He looked back at you and the change in attitude was blatant. The glow in his eyes was gone, his innocent boyish expression was back, the cat-like eyes had lost their sharpness and looked back at you with a kittenish expression, and his smile? just adorable. Even his tail was cutely wagging behind him. Suddenly there was nothing evil about him (once more, disregarding the demon horned of course).

“Thanks y/n! Imma have the best grade ever. I bet Hongjoong had to keep the illusion spell…” He smiled from ear to ear, the shiny brown irises completely disappearing to leave two cute crescents.

Completely drained out you barely managed to simply nod back at him and grinned from the corner of your mouth.

“Anyway, bye… Kitten” he said, a playful glint briefly passing his eyes while the red smoke engulfed him once more.

When the smoke cleared out you were almost - not almost - sad that he’s gone. You sighed deeply, cum still lazily dripping out of your broken-beyond-repair hole.

How  were you supposed to go back to a normal life after that?

***

Well in fact… you didn’t. It was over a year later and San never came back. Every night you were hoping that somehow, he would come visit you again. But every night you laid in your bed disappointed, actually, even worse: frustrated.

Because after that fateful night you never touched yourself to your handsome boss Doctor Jeong Yunho again. Actually, you completely lost interest in him. Sure, he was still very handsome and gentlemanly but you just… didn’t care anymore.

To be clear you didn’t touch yourself to Yunho, but you still did have intimate moments with yourself… Well, you tried at least. Because nothing, nothing came close to what you felt when San took care of you that night. Actually, you knew no human being, no simple mortal could possibly fuck you that way. It’s not something a being of flesh and blood can do… It’s something only an unholy creature could do, something only a demon could make you feel.

So every time you succumbed to the urge of relieving yourself by letting your fingers play with your folds it ended in either, a complete failure where you couldn’t even drive yourself to your peak or, a lukewarm, disappointing and frustrating orgasm.

A whole year…

A whole year spent fantasizing about a teenage demon that only used you to pass a stupid exam then vanished from your reality without failing to completely shatter your whole world.

So yeah… it sucked…

You sighed to yourself, staring at the same old ceiling of your room. It was one of those nights where the tension was just too much, but you didn’t feel like going through the hassle of actually pleasuring yourself knowing damn well it was going to be temporary and frankly dissatisfying.

You turned to your side, determined to chase off the frustration by getting some good sleep. Exhausted you drifted pretty quickly into a deep slumber.

But the sleep was anything but good… You found yourself covered in sweat, wrestling in your sheets, engrossed in a fever dream. Not much of it made sense but you felt hands were roaming your body, an usually warm embrace was enveloping your form, you felt rugged flesh lapping at your ear. You heard jerky breaths, lowly grunts, an unnaturally deep voice talking to you…

Missed me… Kitten?

“San?!” you shouted as you sat up in your bed, eyes snapping open.

You looked around in a slight panic, your night gown clamped to your sweaty skin and your chest heaving up and down.

“Fuck” you cursed yourself under your breath, disappointed when you realized your mind played tricks on you again. You were just here alone in your room, soaked in frustration… and arousal.

“God damn it” you cursed again as you slipped your nightgown over your head and kicked the covers off your heated skin. Leaving yourself naked on top of your bed. Immediately the cold air lifted goosebumps on your humid skin, hardening your nipples.

You let your fingers slip to the crux of the problem. You knew there was only one way to finally be able to chase away the memory of San, even if it was only for tonight.

The cold fingers on your drenched heat drew a sharp breath off your lips. You were so excited about this stupid fever dream, so excited about him that only a few rubs already had you with your toes curled up in pleasure, fisting the sheets tightly.

“Aaaah… San” you softly moaned his name. With eyes closed shut, you tried to recall the way he felt inside you, the way his eyes glowed red, the way his low voice sent shivers down your spine…

Awww Kittennn~…

It was like you could hear him… you gave no rest to your sensitive and throbbing nub.

“San, I’m gonna cum” you whispered to yourself. Pleasure slowly taking over your entire body. You slipped a finger inside your drenched heat to aid yourself to your peak a little quicker. Then another one. You aimed directly for your sensitive spot and you felt yourself tightly clenching around your fingers. You’re so close… so so close.

“Aren’t you going to wait for me?”

This time…There’s no doubt.

Your eyes snapped open again as you stopped what you were doing and you were met with San staring you down at the foot of the bed, licking his lips, eyes already wavering with a tint of red.

But for a second you doubted. Was it really him? You can’t help but to ask yourself. He looked so different. Sure, the spare shaped black tail still loosely dangled behind him but other than that his whole aura changed. The boyish features are completely gone. Instead, his eyes and jaw look sharper. He looks broader, more muscular. His plain black tee is tightly hugging his fit and toned body, making it easy for you to see abs peeking from underneath the constrictive fabric, abs you can’t recall from the previous visit. His arms muscles were thicker, and a lot more developed. Along with his pecs of which you could clearly see the outline of under the skin tight black tee. His matching jeans let you see through their rips his smooth silky skin and generous thighs.

But the most noticeable change is definitely his horns. The cute 10 cm (4in) tall skin-colored horns were replaced by huge 30cm (1ft) long ones. They were directly sprouting in a spiral from his forehead and stood proud on top of his head. Their base was black but as they went up it faded to a dark and deep blood red.

Overall, he looked much more mature.

He wasn’t a boy anymore… he was a man.

“San?” you started hesitantly as the demon already slipped beside you in bed. “Is that really you?” you couldn’t help but to ask.

“Yes, Kitten… It’s me” he whispered in the low voice you've missed so badly. Bringing his lips close to your ear and you felt his rough tongue lap at your sweet spot, the familiar sensation drew a shaky breath out of you. For a minute you didn't say anything, you were just there, under his spell as he played with you. In the midst of it all, you didn’t even notice you were stark naked, or maybe you just didn’t care. You didn’t want to protest quite frankly, you let him do, you let him gently nibble at your bare collarbones and plant gentle kisses on your neck. You let him because that’s what you’ve been waiting for… For a whole fucking year.

But then you shook your head, snapping out of it. You left his side and get off the bed taking the sheets to wrap around your naked body and get up, knowing that his soft kisses kept you from thinking rationally.

“San…” you turned your eyes back to him “you've… changed”. He chuckled and the red glow faded to slowly disappear as he got up.

“Yes… I know, a lot can change in 12 years…” he casually said while stepping closer to you.

Wait. What?

“What 12 years? No, it was just last year” you corrected him, and he took your hands in his slender black stained fingers.

“Maybe to you. But not to me” You suddenly recall the demonic blood moon years he had mentioned on his first visit. Maybe that’s what he meant. “I’ll be turning 30 this July.”

Your jaw dropped. How was that even possible? But then again, here you were questioning the passing of time for an incubus. So what's crazier really?

“You remember what I told you about breeding?” San’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Yes… that it is an incubus sole purpose, right?” you said absentmindedly, still having trouble wrapping your mind around the situation. But you were brought back to the present moment when San squeezed your hands tightly and dived in your gaze with his piercing dark brown orbs.

“Yes, I came back for that…” he leaned in and you instinctively leaned your head back giving him unconditional access to your neck. San’s voice went down an octave again, lips only millimeters away from your ear. “I came back for you…” he whispered before he licked around your sweet spot, making your heart loudly thump in your chest and your toes curl on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. You bit your lip trying to restrain your voice.

“I’m going to breed you” his voice was hypnotizing, “You will bear my children and bring them into the world” You couldn’t even wrap your mind around what he was saying, “I chose you, y/n. I only want you” His voice was putting a spell on you. “I can fuck any women I want but…” his warm hand was now wrapped around your nape, and the other one gently pulled on the sheets wrapped around your nude body that you let fall to the ground without resistance.

“San what do you mean?” you asked in a jerky whisper, only focusing on his hot breath on your ear. He ignored your question.

“I need your approval to breed you, y/n” His blunt nails grazed against the naked skin of your lower back, you started to softly moan, you were wrapped around his fingers, completely bewitched by his cat-like eyes fixed into yours. 

“So, say yes, y/n… Say yes Kitten” he said before his large palms groped your ass and pulled you against him, closing in the last centimeters that were left between his clothed body and your naked one, sending radiating heat from your core to your entire body.

What were you supposed to reply? Were you supposed to say "no"? How could you do such a thing after waiting for him for a whole year, everyday growing a little more desperate, a little more frustrated… How could you possibly say no, when his hands were roaming your body like they have always known you. When he whispered with that voice in your ear. When minutes ago, you would have given anything to have another night with him…

You… just…

Couldn’t.

“Okay…” you whispered ever so quietly, barely audible even for your own ears.

You felt San’s cheek lift against yours as he smiled. When he pulled back, you can see his pointy teeth glistening under the full moon, like they did a year ago. He was wearing the same evil smirk that you knew so well, the same wicked and devious smirk that he burnt into your memory a year ago, making sure you could never forget about it.

Fuck…

Right there something snapped, something changed. When San looked back the red glow in his eyes was more intense than ever, his expression was wicked. Lust dancing in his dark orbs as he licked his lips with appetite.

You didn’t even notice the red glow around your naked form before you felt your feet being lifted from the ground. San smirked at the confusion plastered on your face. His magic made you levitate and harshly threw you on the bed, almost smashing your head on the headboard. You should have been stunned but the scene taking place right before your eyes kept you conscious and focused.

The red glow now circled San and in a fraction of second his clothes were gone. Not dropped to the floor, just gone. They completely vanished. And he stood right before you in all his glory. You couldn’t help but to let your eyes trail his body.

His intense gaze, his sharp jawline, long narrow neck, his collarbones. The large and sturdy muscular shoulders. The developed muscles of his pecs and arms moving and mesmerizing you. The dangling black tail. The toned abs, already lightly sparkling with sweat.

Then your eyes finally went below the waist line.

You do remember the enormous… thing – for lack of a better word – San fucked you with last time. How could you forget? You could never. That’s why you know for a fact that this thing right there in front of you, rock hard, lightly twitching and oozing precum at the slit, is actually bigger.

Your jaw dropped to the floor. The veiny and pulsing monstrous cock was as lengthy as your thigh and as thick as a soda can. When you looked more closely at it you realized it was beaded. Beads of different sizes were visible, forming bumps under his skin that progressed down the shaft. Your heart jumped in your chest. Because you knew that huge ass cock was made for pleasure. Tingles started to bubble in the pit of your stomach, and you unconsciously pressed your thighs together.

San couldn’t help but to smirk when he noticed fear and anticipation swim in your confused eyes.

He stepped closer to you.

“Oh Kitten” he started as he crawled in bed to you. The wicked smirk still dancing on his lips, red glowing eyes fixed on you. “We’re going to have so much fun~”

Then with the familiar flick of his wrist your legs flew open at his will. You gasped in surprise. And San’s smirk grew wider when he noticed how your folds glistened with your juices.

“Kitten look at you…” He said, gesturing his chin towards your most private part. “You’re always so wet for me” his low voice sent shivers down your spine as embarrassment rushed to your cheeks. But the spell maintained your legs nice and spread out for him.

San leaned in closer to your drenched heat, sharp teeth on display and tongue out.

You gasped loudly arching your back when you felt his rugged tongue aiming directly for your clit. Still very sensitive from almost cumming a few minutes ago.

“Mmmmh… Kitten you taste even better than last time” he purred, lips pressed to your core, the vibrations sending electricity in your body.

San took his sweet time gently lapping at and around your nub to tease you, while cascades of juices flowed out of your impatient center. You can’t endure the teasing anymore, not after all this time, not after a whole year. You unconsciously bucked your hips up, grinding your pussy on his tongue while a tiny pleading whimper escaped your lips.

San stopped in his tracks. You were taken aback when the glowing red pair of cat-like eyes looked back up at you as he shook his head fainting disappointment. But the smirk was quick to return.

“Baby” his warm breath fanned your delicate parts. “Don’t be so fucking greedy” he said before sinking his pointy white teeth in the sensitive little bud. The sting pulled a scream out of you while you gripped the sheets. Immediately after San’s tongue plunged inside your hungry little hole, reaching the deepest part right away. At an alluring speed, his long tongue came in and out of you, each time poking at your sweet spot. Your loud moans echoed through the empty night, the familiar knot, quick to tighten again after this much teasing.

“San don’t stop” you pleaded, feeling your release coming in. San’s red orbs still fixed in yours while his tail lazily dangled behind him.

The incessant stimulation of your g-spot got you clenching around his long and rugged tongue while you finally came, letting go of the knot. You screamed in absolute bliss.

That’s it… this feeling… The sensation you’ve been craving.

“Fuckkkk” You cried out.

San parted himself from your throbbing center for a moment, allowing you to ride out your high at your own pace. Your chest was heaving up and down, sweat was pearling between your breasts.

“Baby, don’t think it’s over just yet” he said, smirking again. “I have so much more in store for you…”

You didn't have time to fully recover yet but San dove down to your soaked folds again, this time his hot and wet tongue only focused on your swollen nub. You scream out in surprise and pleasure. Immediately your back arched again.

His tongue somehow felt like it vibrated, the feeling was intense and suffocating, and you knew you would soon be thrown into another strong orgasm again. Your hand instinctively flew to San’s hair, resting in between his two horns, fingers harshly pulling at his luscious raven black locks.

“Is Kitten cumming again?” he said with a mouthful.

You couldn’t even process an answer as the crushing orgasm washed over you again, excessive amounts of your arousal coating your tights and linking your center to the sheets. You moan out without restrain, not making any efforts whatsoever to keep your voice down.

When he was done San sat back up on the bed. You didn’t even notice how he stroked his huge monstrous pole in his fist.

“Kitten, I hope you’re not too tired yet…” you jumped when you felt the unnaturally hot tip glide against your folds. “Because it’s my turn now” he singsang.

He shimmied his way to your parted thighs. Like last time he rested his cock on your stomach to measure it up to you. Now there’s no doubt the thing is much much bigger than last time. A year ago, it reached to your midriff, now the red tip is comfortably placed between your breasts. In a sort of trance, you wrapped your hands around it, the both of them can barely circle the girth of his dick. It was huge… Abnormally long and terrifyingly thick… but you couldn’t wait to feel the thing inside you.

San smirked when he noticed you eyeing his member with burning desire. He pulled his hips back and aligned himself at your entrance. His tip teased you as you bit your lip, gathering your wetness for a smooth crossing.

“Look at me Kitten” your eyes shot back to San’s glowing orbs. “Look at me while I make you take my cock” You let a tiny whimper out when you feel him pushing himself inside you. The tip gently and slowly parting you. San grunted in your ear.

“Fuck Kitten, you’re so tight for me baby” he breathed out in his low voice.

With every centimeter it got better and better, you don’t feel any pain, only divine pleasure. You felt each one of the beads along his shaft, each one more pleasurable than the last. History repeats itself as with this one slow introductory stroke you found yourself coming undone for him again.

“I’m gonna cum” you whispered in a strangled breath, your eyes still locked with San’s. His smirk grew wider at your frowned brows and trembling lips. But he kept on steadily pushing his cock inside you, stretching you further and further.

“I know” he whispered before violently pushing the last few centimeters in. The unexpected and overwhelming pleasure washed over you as you sank your head back in the pillows, a long string of moans falling off your lips while your cunt twitched uncontrollably around San, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

“Kitten” he said while pulling back slowly as you were still high from your climax. “I don’t think you’re ready for me” You peeled open one eye with difficulty to look at him and nodded to contradict him. San chuckled. “You think?” he asked, pulling his dick out of you while your walls desperately clenched around nothing.

“Y-yes” you whispered, squirming, craving for him to fill you up again. “Yes, I missed you so much” the words rolled so naturally off your tongue before you even realized they did. San lifted an eyebrow.

“Really Kitten? You missed me?” you nodded again. “Well… you only waited for a year” you gasped as his hot tip circled your aching little nub before going back to your entrance. “I waited for 12 years” he said in an unnaturally low grunt.

He slammed his hips into yours in one powerful and shattering thrust which set you right back to screaming again. His movements were fast and precise each time he sent his big cock smashing against your g-spot. The pleasurable feeling was unbearable.

“San… Aaaahh…” you moaned his name, as you got dangerously close to the edge again.

“Yes, moan for me Kitten” he said through gritted teeth. “Am I not a lot better than last time?” he panted.

You couldn’t believe it but it’s true. You didn’t think it was possible but yes. He got incredibly better at fucking you to the point that you were ready to pledge your pussy to him for eternity. For him only. You’d do anything to be fucked like this every day until your body eventually gave out from exhaustion.

“Yesss…. Aaaaah… fuck” You shouted closing your eyes under the pleasure. Your loud and unrestrained moans made San smirk.

“You’re mine” he growled continuously fucking you deep and hard. “Fucking look at me I told you” He planted his black nails at the side of your face, making you wince and also open your eyes. The red glow was brighter than ever. “Say that you’re mine” he commanded.

“I’m yours” you whined locking eyes with him as the clenching of your cunt warned San of how close you were.

“Kitten, are you gonna cum again?” he chuckled, eyes locked into yours, furiously pumping his abnormally large cock inside your now shapeless little hole.

“I’m gonna make you mine Kitten. I’m gonna pump you full of cum. Do you want that Kitten?”

“Yes please” You begged in a short breath, your release getting dangerously close.

“Good girl” He grunted getting close to your ear, his rugged tongue licking the shell of it. “Now cum. Cum around my big cock while I fill you up to the brink with hot cum.”

The low whispers were enough to rocket you over the edge. You screamed in absolute bliss, twitching around his huge cock as you felt the hot sticky liquid rushing into you and overflowing out. Just like last time the quantity was inhumane, testifying of San’s demonic nature.

When San finally slipped out of you, you felt your heat meekly clench around nothing, already missing the way San’s monstrous cock was making you feel so full.

You were left completely dazed, lying on the bed, eyes still rolled back in your head, focusing on the fading sensation of your peak.

You didn’t even notice when San stood by the bed and you also didn't notice how, contrary to last time, cumming had not calmed him down. The thing is still alive and lively. In other words, he’s far from done with you.

“Kitten, I’m gonna fuck your face now” he announced.

You didn’t have time to process the meaning of those words that you were being pulled by your arm. Your body was lying across the bed while your head was resting upside down on the edge of the mattress.

“Open wide Kitten” San’s hot and wet tip brushed against your lips. Almost out of instinct you opened your mouth.

San pressed himself inside your narrow mouth. The stretch was borderline unbearable, San’s cock was too big. Way too big for your tiny mouth and you barely managed to take the head of his dick inside your crowded wet hole. San grunted loudly, indulging in the feeling of stretching your lips to his convenience.

“Fuckkkk… y/n”

When he reached the back of your throat he started to slowly pull out, taking his cock completely out. You ceased the opportunity to take a deep breath. And that proved to be the right move, because seconds later San went back inside you but with much less tenderness. He placed both of his hands on your cheeks gripping your face tightly to aid himself with intruding your mouth.

He had no mercy for your poor sore throat, his powerful thrust silencing you except for the wet and sloppy sounds that your mouth emitted.

“How does your cum and mine taste like Kitten?”

His voice sent shivers across your skin, your eyes rolled back as your pained pried open jaw gradually went numb. You wanted to scream how good he tasted on your tongue but you couldn’t. You wanted more, more of this intoxicating taste taking over your mouth and clouding your mind.

“Fuckkkk… Kitten… You’re gonna make me cum” He whispered, his voice conveying the feeling of his incoming orgasm. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth baby. Want that Kitten?” You only produced a gargled moan and San knew how eager you truly were to taste more of him.

“Such a good girl for me”

Only instants after you felt the stream of his warm load shoot to the back of your throat, instantly filling your mouth. Squirts after squirts of cum crashed on the inside of your cheeks and on your tongue, some even slipped out of your mouth and lazily dripped down to your cheeks and forehead.. The bitter taste invades you and your entire body, making you dizzy, light headed.

When San pulled out you hurriedly swallowed a big mouthful of thick and hot cum before drawing a sharp -and much needed- breath.

San gently stroked your cum and spit covered cheeks.

“You’re such a good girl for me Kitten” he said before laying back on the bed, his back against the headboard. And your eyes went wide with stupor when you noticed that still. The monster has not calmed down. His cock is still hard, pumped full of burning blood, tip a shade of angry red and profusely leaking at the slit.

You felt exhausted and drained out by all the orgasms you failed to count. You couldn’t even lift a single muscle even if you tried.

But you didn’t have to because once again your body was enveloped by a red glowing light. With that you were lifted in the air. San’s magic spreading your legs into an impressive split, suspended in the air above him while he patiently waited for you to come down on him with his hands behind his head.

Beads of sweat formed on his chest and rolled down his toned abs. Sweat also stuck his bangs to his forehead and his horns. He was absolutely gorgeous, the kind of beauty that nobody would ever be able to turn down… and especially not you.

And unlike you, he looked everything but tired.

Slowly his magic lowered you down. You gasped when his hot tip brush against your drenched folds.

“I just need more of you, Kitten. Can you handle me?”

You wanted to respond but you were unable to think of anything coherent as, already, the steady descent had you stretched out around his girth and completely cock dumb. You only whimper meekly for a response. Slowly but surely San set you down on his cock, cunt perfectly angled with his huge dick. Each centimeter, each bead going inside you, making your body tense up with agonizing pleasure.

When you were halfway through the red light around your body went off and he dropped you to take the rest of him in one go. And it was just too much for you. The way his cock smashed into your sensitive sweet spot while San had his glowing red orbs fixed on the place your bodies met sent you into the abyss again. This time the pleasure was so intense that not only your needy cunt absolutely crushed San’s cock with a vice grip and uncontrollable spasms but also gushed out juices in powerful clear streams, drenching San’s muscular torso. San smirked as he clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Kitten… You came again with the very first stroke” he said, fainting disappointment, taking pleasure in seeing you struggle above him, shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolled back, jaw hanging open and toes curled up.

Before you could even go back to your senses, you felt yourself getting lifted again and the red glow came back around your figure. You whimpered as you felt San slide out of you. But right before the tip popped out, he smashed you back onto him. You arched your back as a delighted long string of moans escaped your lips.

“Damn Kitten you’re so tight” San said through gritted teeth.

You couldn’t even say anything back as he’s already lifting you up with his magic. Each time he increased the pace until he had you jumping up and down his girth. The familiar knot tightened again.

“How good does my cock feel baby?” San asked his red eyes fixed on you as he made your breasts bounce on your chest with each back and forth.

“It’s the b-best…. San it’s the best thing ever. F-fuck! Wanna be fucked like this every day” you answered, struggling with your words, mushing them together. Visibly, it was what San wanted to hear as the evil twinkle in his eye intensified.

“Yeah Kitten? You want that, huh?” he grunted in the low voice you loved so much, sending swarms of butterflies flying in your stomach. He went faster again. The wet sounds of skin clashing bounced off the walls punctually interrupted by San’s and your moans.

“I’m gonna c-” You wanted to announce but San interrupted you.

“Not yet Kitten, this time you’ll cum with me and when I tell you to” He lifted you again, making you hover over his dick. Still, just above him. You squirmed only wanting to be filled again.

“Say what you want Kitten”

“Want your cock Sannie” he raised his eyebrow. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease” you begged, your pleas making him smirk again.

“Yeah baby? Is that what you want?” he said as he slipped the tip inside, the beaded shaft made you scream in bliss as San slowly lowered you on his cock, legs spread wide, offering him the best view on your cunt, your swollen clit hard and red and the shapeless entrance drooling and pulsing, aching to be filled again.

“Yessssss” you screamed while tears welled up in the corner of your eyes.

But then San’s spade shaped tail swiftly wrapped around your neck, the slick scales gliding on your skin send goosebumps in the nape of your neck. When the tail had made a full circle around your neck, San suddenly tightened the grip.

“Then fucking take it” he smashed you onto his huge cock.

You opened your mouth to scream but not a sound came out. You were completely silenced. Only the wet and lewd sounds of your pussy could be heard as San’s tip touched the deepest part of you, forming a visible bulge inside your stomach. Tears of pure joy rolled down your burning cheeks.

San then went back to this unforgiving rhythm. Every time angling you just right to smash your sensitive spot. Gradually your mind went blank as he fucked you furiously, your jaw hung open and your eyes rolled back into their orbit.

“Look at me” San whispered in his demonic low voice. Your eyes came back into focus and snapped to him. “I’m gonna cum inside you” he continued to whisper. You nodded vigorously, knowing it meant he’ll finally let you cum too. 

“With this one I’ll make you mine. I will pump you full of my seed and impregnate you. I’ll make your belly swell with my cum and have you bear my progeny” You nodded again, streams of tears wetting your heated cheeks. The restriction of blood to your brain fogged your vision with specks of white, making  you see stars as the pleasure rose again to an unbearable level.

“Now cum. Cum for me Kitten” San grunted.

You felt his cum flow into you, and that sent you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you ever felt, that’s including the ones San gave you in the past. This one was different. His big fat cock smashing into you, his glistening chest drenched with his sweat and your cum, the dirty talk, the pet name, the commanding tone, the low voice, the tail around your neck, the thick and hot cum filling you up. It was all too much.

Your spread out legs tensed up and shook uncontrollably as San led you to completion. Just as you were on the verge of losing consciousness due to the air restriction and the heavenly stimulation of your orgasm, San loosened his tail around your narrow neck. A strangled moan escaped free of your sore throat as you were finally able to vocally express the immense pleasure you felt.

“Yes, that’s it, baby” San purred. “Scream for me”. He kept you going up and down his length for a while longer.

You cried out a long moan as your head was thrown back and your tongue hung loose out of your mouth. San slowly decreased the pace until it came to a stop. He lifted you out one last time, as soon as his big member popped out of you, gallons of his cum flowed out of your tired and stretched out hole. San laid you down gently next to him. Before linking his lips with yours and shoving his long and rugged tongue inside your mouth while you didn’t notice the red glow marking you in the lower stomach region.

You laid there for you didn’t know how long, trying to gather your thoughts. You were completely drained, fucked beyond repair…

After a while San stood back up.

“In three weeks, the children will be born” you pelled open your eyes to look at him. “I’ll be back to take them… and you.”

What?!?

“Wait… me? Also babies? Plural?” so many questions shot through your mind.

“Yes” San said as he wiped himself with a piece of cloth he found. “I marked you as mine” It’s only now that you noticed the small obscure and cryptic symbol San engraved on the skin of your pubic bone with his demonic magic. The character seemed to be a language you can’t comprehend.

“What is this?” you asked, pointing to the tattoo.

“It means you are to be my wife”. Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

“WHAT?” 

“Yes, you know what a succubus is right, a female incubus? ” you noded, unable to speak one more word.

“Well, succubus aren’t born. Succubus are made. They are human women chosen by incubus to become their wife and bring their heirs to the underworld.”

You wanted to say something, but you only stuttered nonsense.

“Over the course of the next three weeks you will kiss your humanity goodbye. Horns will sprout out your forehead and you will grow a tail. Your magic energy will increase, and you will slowly be able to use different magic spells. In three weeks, I’ll bring you back to the underworld with me, where you will live with me. And serve me with your body…” San marked a silence “and heart.”

“But… you… I-” San sat next to you on the edge of the bed and cupped your cheeks to make your troubled eyes meet his.

“Isn’t that what you asked for?” He asked, there was nothing left of the deep voice, instead he spoke softly, his dark orbs fixed into your unsure gaze. He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip “Right, Kitten?”

“Yes…” you whispered, bewitched by his intense stare.

“Over the past year, your feelings for me bloomed, didn’t they?” You felt blood rushing to your cheeks as San’s gaze was unwavering, sharp cat-like eyes piercing right through you and touching your soul. 

You didn’t answer anything, but you didn’t have to. San knew exactly how to read you. His eyes started to glow again, along with the symbol marked on your skin. And you were enveloped in his light. You felt like your soul was being bound to this creature, almost morphing with him. The bond was pure and benevolent. And real. From now on you were his and he was yours.

He got back up and magically summoned more clothes from thin air. Red smoke started to appear at his feet, gradually growing around him.

“I’ll be back in three weeks. Wait for me, Kitten, okay?” He said with that adorable boyish smile you haven’t seen in a year, he winked at you before disappearing in the red smoke.

You rubbed over the tattoo and over your belly, where life had taken its domain. This time, you wouldn’t have to try to go back to your normal life.

It was impossible anyway… and frankly you didn’t want to.

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What Happened In Vegas Chapter 3 - Winners and Losers

Book: Open Heart (Book 2)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mild sexual content

Category: Series - AU

Words: 6,200 (sorry, but we cover a lot 😊

Series Summary: Casey & her roommates are heading to Vegas, intent on taking down Declan Nash and Panacea, but this time, Dr. Ethan Ramsey is in tow.

Chapter 3: Casey makes herself scarce as Ethan sets his plan in motion, earning the suspicion of many, including Casey. Before the night ends, it appears celebrating is in order, but another revelation awaits. @choicesdecember2022 - Day 1 - Love Spiral

SERIES MASTERLIST

Ethan moved across the packed floor of the lounge. Although slithering may have been a more fitting term given the crowd assembled. Pharma executives in hand-tailored suites, an occasional politician or two, most likely on the take, and of course, a swarm of doctors.

Doctors.

He grumbled to himself. These weren’t worthy of the term. As far as Ethan was concerned, being a doctor ceased to exist the moment making a buck became more important than patient care. The crowd here? They weren’t doctors to him. He was trying to think of places he would less rather be, but he couldn’t think of many. Thoughts of bolting played over and over in his mind, and he swore he felt his body moving toward the exit. But it was too late.

Charlotte’s lips curled into a coy smile when their eyes locked. She studied him intently as he walked her way, taking him in the way an animal surveys its prey. He felt his stomach churn, the desire to flee increasing tenfold. But he felt the need to make things right as much as Jackie did. For all his loathing of the “doctors” in attendance, he was responsible for bringing Panacea on board at Edenbrook. When push came to shove, he also put his own desires above the greater good. He needed to right that wrong. So with a deep breath, he produced the most sincere smile he could muster and stepped in front of a simpering Charlotte.

"Dr. Ramsey?" she purred, doing nothing to conceal her adulation. "Can you reassure me this isn't a dream?"

"With the caliber of scotch they're serving? If this is a dream, you’ll have to reclassify it as a nightmare."

Her face soured, and she glared at the bar with fury in her eyes. "I’m disappointed to hear that. Panacea has spared no expense on this event, and our intention is to impress our most distinguished guests. I will speak with management.”

“No need,” Ethan reassured. “I’m confident that the majority of your guests are not as discerning as me. A fancy bottle and a high price tag, they’ll be easily convinced that the swill they’re drinking is top shelf. So, Panacea’s goals will be met.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, eyeing him salaciously from head to toe. “The thing is, I’m not really concerned about what most think, but I am…” she stopped short with a coy smile. “You know, I was in the VIP sportsbook earlier, and they were serving Balvenie 40. Would that be to your satisfaction?”

“It depends,” he replied with a cocked eyebrow. “Are you buying?”

Charlotte’s head tilted back in a fit of laughter far more enthusiastic than the situation merited. As she drowned out the jazz quartet and the hum of dozens of conversations around them, heads began to turn their way. Unbeknownst to Ethan, two of those heads belonged to Jackie and Sienna.

“I’m happy to treat you this evening,” she enticed. “Well, Panacea is. In any case,” she inched closer, locking her eyes on his as she caressed his forearm with a well manicured hand. “You won’t have to pay a cent to enjoy the finest things Vegas has to offer tonight. What do you say, Dr. Ramsey?”

He stood silently, partly to maintain an air of mystery but mainly to prevent himself from saying what he wished he could say. Only after Charlotte looped her arm into his did he reply.

“I say, lead the way.”

~~~~~ 

“Did you see that!” Sienna shouted.

Jackie twisted her lips, “I did.”

“Tell me that’s part of the plan! Where is Casey? This better be part of the plan!”

Jackie stretched her neck to search the room. “I don’t see her. But she did say she was making herself scarce...”

“But the minute she’s gone…he’s… he’s….”

“Sienna, stop preparing to bite his ankles. It’s probably part of the plan… Ethan doesn’t strike me as the type who would have a thing for that rattlesnake. Besides, we’re not even sure if he and Casey are together.”

Senna looked at Jackie with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah, I know… why don’t you text Casey.”

“I already did,” Sienna declared.  

“I should have known! Why don’t we head to the sportsbook ourselves? We can watch what’s happening and maybe get some dirt on Charlotte.”

“But isn’t it VIP-only?”

Holding up a gold-plated pass in her hand, Jackie started to pout. “And who do you think you’re hanging out with? I’m one of Panacea’s favorites, remember? Just stick with me.”

~~~~~ 

The two women waited impatiently at the entrance of the sportsbook while Ethan and Charlotte settled into a small table in a darkened corner of the room.

“We should just go in,” Sienna insisted.

“They’re not going to have sex on the bar in the next five minutes, Si! Relax.”

“I didn’t say they were! But I’m anxious to get on with it!”

A relieved smile spread on Jackie’s face when she saw Bryce leading the rest of the gang their way. “Well, it looks like we are on our way to doing that!”   

“You summoned, Jackie?” Bryce grinned.

"I did. Ethan’s in there with Charlotte, and we think he’s trying to cozy up to her for info, but….”

“Cozy being the operative word!” Sienna scowled.

“Well, just ask Casey,” Elijah interjected.

“We would, but she’s nowhere to be found,” Jackie sighed. “She hasn’t replied to our texts, and… I’m getting worried.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, but we could spread out and look for her,” Aurora offered. “One of us is bound to run into her.”  

“That’s not a bad idea,” Jackie agreed. “Since I’m the only one with a VIP pass, I’ll stay here and scope out Charlotte and Ramsey.”

“I’m staying too,” Sienna insisted. 

“I will, too,” Elijah grinned. “It’s not every day I get to conduct a heist in a place this swanky!”

“It’s not exactly a heist,” Jackie clarified.

“No matter; it’s still swanky!”

“I guess I’ll take Bryce, then. We’ll keep an eye for Declan and hopefully find Casey in the process.”

“Good plan!” Bryce nodded. “I’ll be your handsome arm candy, disarming people with this million-dollar smile.”

“On second thought,” Aurora cringed, “I’ll trade you for Elijah.” 

“Oh, hell no!” Jackie retorted. “You wanted the meathead? He’s all yours! Just keep your phones on. We have to be able to reach each other.”

“Don’t worry, Jackie,” Bryce winked, “With us on this… we’ll be done in no time.”

Aurora shook her head as she dragged him off. “Forgive me if I lack his confidence.”  

~~~~~ 

The three friends commandeered a perfect spot just feet away from Ethan & Charlotte, but obscured by several large plants, they could listen in without being seen.

“So, do we get to bet while we wait?” Elijah grinned.

“We’re not here to play!” Jackie reminded. “Let’s do what we’re here to do, and if we’re lucky, we can enjoy Vegas a bit before we head back to Boston.” 

Sienna peeked through the leaves to spy on the couple as their copious laughter filled the air. Ethan swirled a crystal glass of amber liqueur in his hand, and the server poured a fresh flute of  Dom Perignon for Charlotte.

“How much does she drink?” Sienna whispered.

“If it helps the cause, I hope a whole lot more,” Jackie replied. 

Charlotte raised her glass with a smile. “Cheers,” she beamed, bumping her glass against Ethan’s.  

“Again?” He sneered. “How many times are we toasting?”

“Are you complaining? I hope your beverage is to your satisfaction.”

“It’s quite good,” he stated. “But it takes more than this to satisfy me.”

“Well,” Charlotte cooed, “luckily for you, the night is still young.”

Several feet away, a red-faced Sienna jumped to her feet. “That’s it, I’m going to….”

“You’re going to sit down and shut up,” Jackie instructed.

“Order another. Remember, it’s on me.”

“One doesn’t gulp this sort of thing. It isn’t, say, Dom Perignon.”

Once again, Charlotte drew attention, laughing much more than she should, as Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Looking up, he caught Jackie’s eye, and with a slight nod, Jackie felt some reassurance.

“Did you see that!” she whispered to his friends. “I knew he was just trying to get her to spill. But, God knows if the old fool knows how to use his phone to record.”

“Jackie, he’s not old, that’s really rude, and I….”

“Not the time, Sienna!” Jackie spat. “Just get your phones ready. I’m putting mine in this plant; I’m not leaving this to chance.”

The three friends sipped their drinks and did their best to endure the nauseating conversation –Charlotte speaking in sexual innuendo and Ethan doing his best to keep her reeled in, yet far away – as the clock ticked on.

“This could go on all night,” Sienna complained.

“Well, the server just brought over another bottle of Dom. She’s either going to be passed out or signing soon. Hopefully the latter.”

Once Charlotte began to slur every third word, Ethan suggested they step out onto the balcony for some fresh air. Relishing the idea of sharing a more private venue with him, she eagerly complied. Jumping onto her stiletto-heeled feet, she lost her balance, and Ethan quickly offered his arm to assist. Charlotte rubbed against him provocatively, her hands caressing the lapels on his jacket. Plan or not, Sienna was seeing red.

“Dr. Ramsey, who knew you were such a knight in shining armor,” Charlotte giggled.

“If I’m your knight in shining armor, you needn't be so formal. Ethan will do just fine.”

“Oh, but Dr. Ramsey,” she purred, “this all plays into my little fantasy. You can’t deprive me of that.”

“I’m going to throw up,” Sienna cringed.

“No, we’re going to follow them… quietly,” Jackie stated. “If Ethan’s suffering this much, we have to at least make it worth his while.”

“But is he suffering?” Elijah asked in a pained voice. He was standing too close, they were laughing too much, and friends grew a little warier with every Dr. Ramsey that fell from Charlotte’s lips.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, guys,” Sienna frowned.

“And we can’t even hear them anymore,” Elijah sulked. “So who knows if he’s even getting any information.”

“I know,” Jackie agreed. “I hate to admit it, but I’m getting a weird feeling too. Si, maybe you should tell Casey not to come. We’re not sure what’s going on and….”

“Why shouldn’t I be here?”

The three friends turned at the sound of Casey’s voice, each one of their eyes wider than the next.

“What’s going on?”

“How did you get in here?” Jackie attempted to deflect. “It’s VIP only.”

“Really,” Casey smirked. “This dress, these heels, and the right amount of flirtation? I’ll get into any VIP lounge in Vegas. Now, what are you trying to….”

Her jaw dropped as she peered onto the balcony, catching Ethan and Charlotte inches away from what appeared to be a kiss. 

“He wouldn’t!” she gasped, taking a step toward them, but Jackie quickly pulled her friend back.

“We’re pretty sure he’s just trying to get information out of her.”

“Even if he is,” Casey fumed. “This is taking it too far!”

“But if he is and you barge out there now,  you could ruin any progress he’s made,” Jackie reasoned.  “And, honestly, I view this as a sacrifice on Ethan’s part.”

“I don’t care what you view it as! This is just….”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the manager interrupted as the group began to attract attention. “What seems to be the problem.”

Casey turned to the man with fire in her eyes. “My problem is that my….”

���Casey?” Ethan called from behind, looking mortified as he bumped into Casey with a leering Charlotte on his arm.

“Ethan…I…” her face turned from shock to rage before their eyes. “I can’t… I can’t believe you! I’m gone an hour and… and this!”

“Casey, wait,” Ethan pled, dropping Charlotte’s arm. “I can explain!”

“Explain what? I have eyes! You know what,” she said as tears of frustration sprang to her eyes, “You’re welcome to her. Just don’t think you’re coming anywhere near me again.”

Charlotte yanked Ethan’s arm when he attempted to rush after her.

“Where do you think you’re going? She has her friends. She’ll be fine.”

“Charlotte, I…”

Her eyes narrowed and lips pursed; she wasn’t a woman used to not getting her way.

“Look, she’s not just… she’s… she’s my intern,” Ethan breathed.

Charlotte’s demeanor changed at once.  

“Screwing your intern? So, that’s the intern!” Charlotte laughed. “Dr. Ramsey, you’re far more naughty than I gave you credit for… I like this side of you. But I assure you… you will be better entertained by a real woman tonight. Go,” she motioned to the door. “Go chase the pathetic child.  You have to make things right so she doesn’t squeal, and then you have issues. Hell, give her $50 to get ice cream with her little friends, but when you’re done… I’ll be waiting right here.”

It took all his power to conceal the array of emotions welling inside him.  It took more strength than he thought he possessed to restrain himself from telling her exactly what he thought of her. But thinking of the conversation recorded on his phone helped him keep his composure. Imagining Charlotte’s face when she realized he wasn’t returning tonight gave him conviction.  H could see this farce through a moment longer.  

“I’ll be back,” he lied convincingly.

“I’ll be waiting,” she cooed, as she took a seat at the bar. 

~~~~~ 

People in Vegas aren’t easily phased. But even in a city where anything goes, the sight of the handsome, six-foot-four, tuxedo-clad man hurdling through the halls like he was going for the Olympic gold… that turned some heads.

“Excuse me,” he said as he plowed through the crowd. Concerned, but not enough to see if anyone had toppled. Only two things mattered to him now: listening to the recording and clearing things up with Casey. He was hoping she was just a better actress than he realized.

Back in their suite, Jackie and Sienna tended to their weepy friend while Elijah was assigned to the door. They all knew it was only a matter of time before Ethan showed; at least, they hoped so. So when the bell rang, the door immediately opened.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to show.”

Ethan had no time for small talk. “Where is Casey?”

Elijah gestured toward the door leading to the east end of their suite. “She’s over there,” he started as Ethan bolted past him. “But, wait, I’m not sure she wants to see you!”

Ethan burst into the parlor to find a red-faced Casey flanked by her two friends. Jackie offered Ethan a sympathetic grin, but Sienna wasn’t as kind.

“You really shouldn’t be here,” her defensive friend barked, but Ethan remained undeterred.   

“Casey, we need to talk. You understand I was just trying to get information out of Charlotte, right? You can’t believe that I would….”

“Save it,” she snapped, silencing him. The fire that had been her eyes had been replaced with a steely resolve.  

“Casey….”

“I said I don’t want to hear it! There are lines, Ethan; no matter your reason, you crossed them!”

“Do you think I wanted to? I’d rather be mauled by tigers. But I got it!” He pulled the phone from his pocket with a flourish, but Casey remained unimpressed. “Here, please. Listen…”

Casey looked at the phone lying in his palm, then fixed her angry gaze on him before wordlessly retreating to the other side of the room.

“Well, if you’re not listening,” Jackie interjected. “I am. I don’t know the deal between you two, but you can sort it out later. We have bigger fish to fry. May we?” she asked. 

Ethan unlocked his phone and placed it on the table for all to hear.  Sienna and Elijah cautiously gathered around as well, but Casey didn’t budge. With her arms crossed defiantly in front of her chest, she stared at the lights of the glittering city below with her back to everyone. Still, she could feel that Ethan’s eyes never left her.  

Bryce and Aurora stumbled into the room and joined their friends at the table, curiously looking between Casey and everyone else. “Later,” Jackie mouthed as the recording began to play.

“I’m afraid I misjudged you, Dr. Ramsey. I thought you were an uptight, boring, do-gooder.”

“That’s what you thought?”

“It is… and I thought it was a shame. After all, anyone as handsome as you should never be that boring.”

“So what tipped you off that you were wrong?”

“The time you punched Declan! That was delicious! I’ve wanted to do that countless times!”

“So one sucker punch was all it took?”

“Of course not! I chalked it up to some savior complex… still part of  your good boy persona.”

“So what changed?”

“When I heard about you and that little intern of yours… hiding Naveen, breaking every rule… I knew there was more to you than meets the eye.”

“That could have been because Naveen is important to me.”

“Pfft.  Please! If you cared about Naveen, you wouldn’t have him holed off in an abandoned hospital corridor. You wanted the acclaim, Dr. Ramsey… and were willing to do anything to get it. That’s… fabulous! And selecting that nubile little intern… well, it doesn’t take the best doctor of a generation to figure out why she’d be your choice. I started to realize I might be wrong about you.”

“You’re more perceptive than most, Charlotte.”

“I know, and I was delighted to know you had that… edge.  Most forget that humans are designed to thrive on adrenaline. The greater the risk, the greater the payoff….”

“I couldn’t agree more. Do you know that when I was younger, before I finished my first year of med school, I bought a police radio to beat the paramedics to medical calls.  I would show up and tell them I was a doctor!” ”

“You didn’t!”

“I did!”

“But what if someone had… died?”

“They didn’t. But it was a rush.”

“When I was around that age, I snuck into the Lion exhibit at the Atlanta zoo.”

“And you got out with your life?”

“At the end of the day, they’re just big kitties. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“When I was in high school, a buddy and I filled a hundred empty beer bottles with water and sold them to a local frat.”

“If you’re trying to impress me, you’ll have to try harder! Call me when you’ve increased your company’s quarterly profits by 60% by inflating the wholesale prices of your most used drugs.”

“You’re lying! There is no way you could pull that off.”

“Wanna bet? It’s easy. We officially price the product at ten times retail. When Medicare pays for it, they pay the full amount. And we just offer it at 90% wholesale discount to all our other buyers. But that stays between us, of course.”

“Of course…”

“What is that commotion inside?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, I don’t appreciate the chaos.  Why don’t we head someplace more… private… Dr. Ramsey?”

“After you…”

“Holy shit!” Bryce exclaimed after Jackie pressed pause.

 “This is huge? Right?” Sienna asked. “This sounds huge!”

“Oh, it’s huge, all right,” Jackie confirmed.

Ethan nodded. “It’s classic Medicare fraud. This is the best thing she could have given us. The government only cares about bilking patients, cutting corners on research, or intentionally causing patient harm during election years… if it behooves them. But this, this will always get their attention and action.”

“It’s like getting Capone on tax matters,” Jackie chimed in.

“Exactly!” Ethan concurred, “and she provided a road map. It won’t be hard to follow this trail.”

“So what do we do next?” Aurora asked.

“I have an old Hopkins friend that works in the healthcare division at the DOJ. I trust him. I think I need to give him a call.”

“But we need more insurance,” Jackie interrupted. “You have your friends, but I have mine. Are you familiar with Angela DeJesus?”

“The reporter that got those two senators indicted?” Aurora asked. “She is badass!”

“She is, and she was also my college roommate. She was my BFF before I met any of you losers.”

Ethan’s smile grew to double its size. “Then I think we have some calls to make.”

The mood in the suite changed visibly after the calls were made.  That is for everyone except Casey. 

“I can’t believe this!” Jackie yelled as Bryce poured champagne for all.

“I can!” He grinned. “We have the damn dream team here, and we were going to do whatever it took to get this done!”

He handed Ethan a flute, “To the MVP!”

“The MVP!” Aurora yelled as the other three friends turned to Casey.

Sienna placed her champagne aside and joined her friend on the oversized leather sofa. “Case, you heard the recording. I think it’s pretty obvious he was just trying to get information. Maybe you should talk to him.”

Casey glanced at Ethan, quickly lowering her eyes when they met his. “Maybe… but not today. It’s been a long day, and….”

“But Casey, I think….”

“Sienna, I think it went too far. And do you have any idea how it felt to see him on someone's arm, kissing them… when I’ve had to be relegated to nothing but his little secret. I just… I have a lot to think about.”

“OK. But we’re about to go out and celebrate. Why don’t you come along and get your mind off of things? I doubt Ethan will want to join us.”

Casey smiled softly. “I appreciate it, Si. But I really want a hot bubble bath, then I want to slip between those Egyptian cotton sheets and sleep on that mattress that will forever be out of my price range. Can you convince the others to go without me? I’m not up for explanations right now.”

Sienna wrapped Casey in a hug. “Of course, you can count on me. Why don’t you sneak off to your room now? I’ll talk to them once you’re gone.”

With that, Casey stood up and stealthily made her way to the hallway; Ethan was the only one who noticed. Again, their brief eye contact gave him no direction; he had no idea where things stood.  

“OK, I dropped a few names and got us a VIP booth at the Hakkasan Nightclub,” Bryce grinned, “Let’s go take this party to the next level!”

“Let’s go!” Jackie hollered.

“What about Casey?” Aurora asked.

“Uh, she may join us a little later,” Sienna informed, “but she isn’t feeling up to it right now.”

“Are you kidding? Do you know how hard it was to get this….”

“Bryce!” Sienna glared. “No!”

“Uhm, OK,” he backed off. “So what do you say, big guy?” Bryce said, tapping Ethan too firmly on the back. “Care to join us?”

“No, I think I’m going to turn in.  I accomplished what I came to Vegas for, now… I just want to sleep off the jet lag.”

“Are you sure, Ethan?” Jackie queried. “You’re the reason we have something to celebrate.”

“Trust me,” he smiled sadly, “you’ll have more fun without me there.”

“OK then,” Sienna frowned. “But if you change your mind….”

“I  know where to find you.”

~~~~~

The silence in his room was almost deafening.  He didn’t give much thought to how he would be spending this night, but it certainly wasn’t like this. He removed his bowtie with a sigh and tossed it onto the nightstand; his cufflinks quickly followed. He picked up his phone and considered calling Casey, but he thought it best to let her be… for now. He poured himself a Scotch and sat at the foot of the bed with the drawn curtains covering the beautiful view he had paid extra to see. It wasn’t worth taking it in alone. 

He tried to take solace in thinking about Panacea’s future woes, even letting out a chuckle when he pictured Declan in handcuffs. Still, the victory was shallow without Casey by his side. He just hoped this was a temporary setback, nothing more serious.

He was about to turn in when someone was furiously knocking at his door.  Startled, he jumped to his feet to answer.  

“Hi,” Casey beamed, leaning seductively against the door frame. “YOU are impressive! That was some outstanding work, Dr. Ramsey….”

He looked both directions down the hall to be sure no one was around, then he wasted no time pulling her into his arms.

“You little minx!” He scolded. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? I know we discussed the plan with Charlotte, but the way you were acting… I thought I was in the doghouse for sure!”

“I’m just that good,” she bowed. “I needed to make it convincing, and if I convinced you, then hopefully I convinced the others too.”

“I’m impressed,” he exclaimed as his lips fell to her neck.  “Butt you’re still going to pay for what you put me through.”

“Oh no!” Casey yelled, pushing him away. “I may have to suck up knowing where those lips have been for the benefit of greater society – but there is no way those lips are not touching me until they’ve been rinsed with acid! Have you rinsed with acid, Ethan?”

“Would Scotch suffice?”

“Absolutely not!” Casey asserted as she plopped onto his bed. “Go brush your teeth, use half a bottle of Listerine, and burn your toothbrush! After that, we’ll talk.”

Ethan turned and chuckled, more than content with the view of her sprawled across his bed. 

“We’re going to do much more than talk, Rookie.  I’ll be back.”

When he returned from the bathroom, Casey had set up champagne for the two of them to toast.  The first thing Ethan did was open the curtains so they could share the view together, and it wasn’t long before they found themselves locked in a lingering kiss.

“So you’re not mad at me?” he asked, still needing reassurance.

“Are you kidding? You brought down the evil empire!” she teased, “Do you have any idea how sexy that is?”

“I don’t,” he smirked, “but you could always show me.”

“Oh, I plan to,” she sang, tossing herself back onto his bed.  “Are we going to celebrate?”

The devilish look in her eyes and seductive smile was replaced with a look of concern when Ethan didn’t immediately follow.

“What’s wrong? You’re not pulling another Miami on me now, are you?”

“Need I remind you that we already broke this room in?”

“No,” she blushed, “I remember it quite well.”

“It’s just that… we’re in Vegas. I’m all for returning here for private debauchery later on, but we should go celebrate in style.”

“But we just staged this whole quasi-breakup so my friends won’t think we’re together. We can’t just go mingle in the casino now.”

“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but there is more than one casino in Vegas.”

Casey tossed a pillow in his direction. “I’m aware, smartass.”

“We can head to the Palms, Downtown… I doubt the crowd from this convention will be there when they’re being spoiled for free here.  And Bryce got your cohorts a VIP booth at Hakkasan. They won’t be leaving.  That means you and I can go out and have fun… like a real,  regular couple. What do you say?”

“A real, regular couple,” she giggled as his lips were back at her neck, dragging down to her collarbone, his tongue gliding across her chest. “That sounds good, but you better stop it if you expect me to leave this room.”

“What?” He teased. “I’m just giving you a taste of what will be waiting for you when we get back. But what will you tell your friends?”

Casey sighed warily. “They know a few of my friends from med school are here for the conference, and I can tell them I’m going to see them and convince them I’m staying with them for the night.  It’s just….”

“Just?”

“I hate lying to them like this.”

“I know, baby.  But it’s not forever.”

“I know. But tonight,” she said, jumping to her feet. “Take me out and show me a good time, Dr. Ramsey….”

“I’m going to show you a good time, all right, but… just for tonight… can you lose that Dr. Ramsey? Just for tonight. I’m having flashbacks.”

Casey smiled the brightest smile, and it was one he would never forget.  “You’ve got it.  Now let’s go!”

Ethan and Casey snuck down to the lobby and slid into a limousine he ordered.

“You know an Uber would have done the job just fine, right?” She winked.

“Yes.  But we’re celebrating, remember?” Handing Casey a flute of champagne, he grinned.  “It’s a big day; I want to go all out.”

“Considering this is our second bottle of champagne in twenty minutes, I think we’re off to a good start!”

And off to a good start they were, but it was only that… a start. Already drunk in love, neither was prepared for just how amazing it would feel to be out together.  Alone, unencumbered, free to hold hands to kiss, to flirt… the rush was much greater than they expected.  Casey happily sat on Ethan’s lap as they played the slot machines.  Partaking in more bubbly, the two giggled and kissed ferociously until they earned harsh stares from fellow casino goers. 

“Come on, it’s Vegas…” a tipsy Casey protested.  “This is legal here!”

The next stop was the tables.  Ethan wanted to show her how to play, and she was eager to learn.  First up was roulette, then baccarat.  They switched to martinis and attempted to keep their hands off each other as they played. But in time, keeping their hands off each other proved too great a burden.  They found a quiet but still public corner of the casino floor, and the joyously inebriated couple began to make out like teenagers.  Completely forgetting where they were, Ethan’s hands started landing on places they just shouldn’t in public. They were so enraptured with each other that neither noticed the security guard who had been summonsed to reign them in. Only parting when he gruffly coughed to get their attention.  

“OK, you two… you should probably take this back to your room.  You can’t be doing this here.”

“But it’s Vegas….” Casey whined.

“Yes, it is,” the guard laughed.  “But we still have rules.”

“We’re sorry,” Casey couldn’t stop giggling as she apologized. “We’re just… we’re celebrating.”

“I see that, but you still can’t do that here.  Come on, kids, take it back to your room.”

Casey’s giggles turned to full-on laughing as she shoved Ethan’s shoulder. 

“He called you a kid! He’s drunker than we are!”

Exiting the casino floor, they swerved and swayed down the halls, intent on making it to the Rojo Lounge.  After all, they figured they needed more drinks. Plus, they were sure they could find a dark corner to get frisky in without a guard ruining their fun.

But they never made it. Ethan sat on the side of a fountain in the lobby, and Casey sat next to him.  Within minutes, Ethan was lavishing kisses on her wrist, her arm, her shoulder, and her neck.  He stopped to whisper the risqué things he wanted to do to her in her ear.  Eager to start what he was planning, Casey jumped up and quickly lost her balance, falling back into the fountain.

“It’s OK,” she insisted. If her cheeks hadn’t already red from alcohol, they’d be red from embarrassment right now. “I’m fine,” she said, trying to save face.  “Only my legs got wet.” Taking off a shoe, she tilted it to empty water, and Ethan started to roar with laughter. 

That’s when they noticed their old friend.  The security guard from the casino was wrapping up his shift in the lobby.   

“Look, kids… didn’t I warn you? Are you staying at the hotel?”

“Yes,” Casey slurred, “We are staying at a hotel.”

“Not a hotel, young lady.  This hotel?”

Ethan shook his head vigorously, “No. Not this one.”

“Do you know which one you’re staying at?”

Ethan stretched his arms wide, nearly striking a passerby in the process.  “A big one. A really, really big one,” he laughed.

Casey found it hysterical and began laughing, too, then she fell back into the fountain again. 

“OK, that’s it!” The guard barked. “Fun time is over.”

“No,” Ethan leered. “Fun time starts when we get back to our room!”

Somehow they ascertained that they were staying at the MGM Grand, and the kind but increasingly frustrated guard got them in a taxi and sent them on their way.  The two of them hung out the windows waving to him as they left… and that is all they could remember. 

~~~~~

They never drew the curtains again, and while the view was just as beautiful during the day, Casey was not in a place to appreciate the sun. Lying on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed, she groggily moaned as he attempted to raise her head. Her blonde hair was beyond unkempt as it shot in every direction, and the last thing she wanted to do was get up.  But if she didn’t block out that sun, she was quite convinced that she would die.

So, with much effort, she sat upright and dangled her legs off the side of the bed. Ethan was still passed out, looking peaceful, without a care in the world.  Casey attempted to smile before deciding it was too painful. Using the wall to prevent herself from falling, she made her way to the window and successfully pulled the curtains shut. 

She made a mental note to figure out some things later.  Like why they were both partially dressed.  Why they were lying in different directions in bed.  But, most importantly, what was this crap falling out of her hair.  But right now, none of that mattered. She needed to go back to sleep.   

What she wouldn’t give to have the ingredients for her special hangover cure in his room. Since she didn’t have that, she decided some Advil and water would help soothe her pounding head.  She dropped the contents of her purse to the floor and found the bottle she needed.  She walked to a table in the corner of the room and poured herself a glass of water when something caught her eye.

She adjusted the lampshade, so the light wouldn’t shine directly in her eyes as she gingerly lifted a piece of paper from the table. Confident her eyes were still too blurry to read, she blinked, hoping to get a better look.  She blinked again, then again when she realized no amount of blinking would change what she saw.

“Oh my… God…” she gasped. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no!”

This had to be a joke.  Something they picked up in a souvenir shop. There was no way… then she saw another sheet of paper that appeared much more official than the decorative one she held in her hand. Her hangover was suddenly gone, replaced with a headache that made the pain she was experiencing before pale in comparison.

“ETHAN!” she rushed to the side of the bed, shaking him vigorously when he didn’t stir. “Ethan! You need to wake up. RIGHT NOW! Something… something has happened.”

Ignoring her, he pulled a pillow over his head, muttering a string of unintelligible words. Becoming irate, Casey yanked the pillow away.

“I’m not joking! Something terrible has happened! We need to talk!”

“Rookie,” he groaned. “I’m very hung over. How terrible are we talking? Because if it’s less than a 9 on a scale of 1-10, it can wait.”

“Oh yeah? Well, how is a 200 on a scale of 1-10? Get up, NOW!”  

“Fine,” he grumbled. “OW!” He cried, bracing his head as he sat up. Casey lovingly handed him a cup of water and two pills.

“Here,” she sighed. “Trust me… you’re going to need this!”  

“Did we murder someone?” he asked facetiously.

“Not to my knowledge.”

“OK, then how bad can it be.  Let it out.”

“What do you remember about last night?”

Ethan's eyes opened wide, then he shut them again, rubbing them as he continued.  “You may need to give me a few… but the last thing I remember is that guard shoving us into the car at The Palms. Why?”

“Well, that’s the last thing I remember, too.  I assure you,” she quivered, shoving the two documents into his hands.  “I don’t remember this.”

Ethan’s eyes opened like saucers, and it was now his turn to be instantly cured of his hangover.

“WHAT!” He gasped.  “We… we didn’t?”

“I mean, it would explain the confetti on the floor, the birdseed in my hair, and that bouquet on the chair.”

“What… what did we do?”

“Well, we may not remember it… but it looks like we got married.”

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Tagging others separately.

[amarenta-aurum]

I posted 52 times in 2022

That's 26 more posts than 2021!

10 posts created (19%)

42 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@mushroomiegay

@mayuisyuki

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@hellsitevistor

I tagged 17 of my posts in 2022

#me stuff - 5 posts

#ash speaks - 2 posts

#but i feel conditioned by society to please/impress people with this - 1 post

#gay - 1 post

#quotes to go with this - 1 post

#literally an incorrect quote not one of my prompt thingys - 1 post

#quote - 1 post

#correct quote - 1 post

#poetry - 1 post

#lmk if i should upload - 1 post

Longest Tag: 105 characters

#from manga to manhwa to cnovels to cdramas to varied asian drama to the interesting flavor of thai dramas

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Ash reacts live on Tumblr

Me: Let's check my drafts after a year...

Me: Wow, there's 47...

Me: Wow, some of this stuff's weird, but some's nice

Drafts: *staring back with some badly written smut and strange prompts* Ya really think so??? REALLY?

1 note - Posted June 9, 2022

#4

HI i’m back like after a....year?

IRL consumed me,digested me completely. I don’t know if I’m out yet. But, this just helped me realize that I should stop giving a fuck about what I post on this hellsite ‘cause no one really cares and I should probably stop.

More importantly updates on what i’ll probably posting fandom wise:

severely less WMMAP, yeaaaa sorry but my interest waned...if someone reminds me to reread it, i probably will

a lot of more danmei/BL/GL content, and my thoughts on it

Me stuff, because my life is a story that just isn’t popular yet

tl;dr: I’m back with little to no wmmap content in store but lots of plans danmei wise

1 note - Posted June 9, 2022

#3

WMMAP Prompt #CRACK

Yeah, that's right. This one's so out there, it doesn't even get a number.

Fem! Lucas: *kabedon Kiel in* People say my lips are like skittles.

Fem! Kiel: SkItTles?

Lucas: Wanna taste the rainbow with me?

Kiel: NoOoOoOo....*pushes Lucas away and runs like hellfire*

Bonus...

Kiel: Athy, you need to be careful around Lucas.

Male! Athy: Why, Kiel, why? *gently stroking Kiel's long silvery white hair*

Kiel: She almost...kissed me.

Athy: Oh, really. Lucas!

Lucas: Yessss, wait why are you patting her head?

Athy: She likes it. *Kiel smugly smiling* So, why'd you try to kiss her anyways?

Lucas: It's better me than you. *proceeds to sit on Athy's lap and passionately kisses her*

Kiel: *walking away from the gross PDA with tearful eyes*

Lucas: *smiling b/c she knows she won*

Athy: hmmm

2 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#2

Update on current watchlist

Currently watching:

3 Will Be Free (2 eps left) on Youtube here

Bad Buddy (5.5 eps left) on Youtube here

2 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HI

young royals makes me want to find a person who can play piano better than me, just to watch them, not to get better but just to watch them.

5 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

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20 Questions For Fanfic Writers!

No way I got tagged by the really awesome @h4mm132l1c3, and ill tag a couple of other people too probably

1: How many works do you have on Ao3?

Currently I've got 59 things on AO3!! There are a couple more on my long-defunct wattpad though, and I've got a bunch of December whump I need to catch up on too so there will be more

2: What's your total Ao3 word count?

72,774!! Wow!!! And like...90% of that is oneshots! Go me!

3: What fandoms do you write for?

Currently writing for DSMP and QSMP the most atm :O I also write for the PJO fandom, Homestuck, and DR on occasion, too. I get very tempted to write for Stardew Valley and Scott Pilgrim, and I have been. More than tempted to write CareBears stuff too. I'm in deep chat

4: Top five fics by kudos?

(Un)Lifetime Achievement Award, Take Your Secret Son to Work Day, Las Nevadas and the Frozen Fox, Alone I Began, and Of Lost Gods!

5: Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

For the most part yeah! I don't get too too much interaction and I just get!! So excited when I get comments! I love seeing what people say and I love to respond! But sometimes I don't, often cause I don't know what to say lol

6: What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm,,,good question! Probably Why Do I Cry? or maybe Famous Last Words? Gone are the Joys I Knew? I don't really know! I write a lot of sort of mopey sad fics ig LMAO

7: What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

mmmmmmm,,,,not sure for this, either! My Fundy Fluff Week stuff is all supposed to be sorta fluffy which is probably happy

8: Do you get hate on fics?

Not hate, per say, but comments on the accuracy of my characters, which kinda stabbed my ego a bit lol. It was a nice comment! But the way it was worded was so ouchie!

9: Do you write smut?

I've. Been tempted. As of right now I haven't, though!

10: Do you write crossovers?

Another one of me being tempted!! I haven't yet but I LOOOOVE to read them and so I'd love to write one sometime. (We aren't counting my old VLD Steven Universe au.)

11: Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so! Fingers crossed it hasn't happened lol I doubt it would

12: Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! But if someone were to want to, I would say go ahead! Just send it to me so I can see :D sounds so cool!

13: Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Very recently was my first time doing a proper co-write/collab, which I did with my lovely friend Seven! I would love to do more they're so fun (and probably one of the only ways I'll easily end up writing a multichap KEKW)

14: What's your all-time favorite ship?

ouuuuu ive got a lot of pairings I really really cherish. Jercy my beloved, uhhh Valgrace is so silly, I like to consider myself one of The Kamuegi writers ever, and Pumpkinduo kind of holds an insanely special place in my heart

15: What's the WIP you hope to finish but doubt you ever will?

(Un)Lifetime Achievement Award as sad as it sounds. I love it so much and I'm so insanely proud of it and I love the story but there's soooo much planned and the person I was planning it with hasn't spoken to me in a while. I have hope that I'll finish it someday! Or at least get another two chapters out!

16: What are your writing strengths?

Uhhhhhhh,,,,I don't. actually know! I do a lot of flowery sentences ig? and I think I'm pretty good at angst and similar things

17: What are your writing weaknesses?

Making (and completing) multichap fics, getting ideas to write, finding the motivation to write, and I am definitely bad at planning things out in advance

18: Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it pretty sparingly in the past, because I want to incorporate other languages and loooove language, but don't know any of them very well aside from English. But I try to do a lot of research before I add something in, and am 100% open and insistent that someone correct me if I messed up, or if there's another way to go about saying what I'm trying to say, or just to tell me more!

19: First fandom you wrote for?

Never published because I was a kid and it was. So Bad but !!! It was actually for the Minecraft Roleplay series Mary and Dad's Minecraft Adventure (MADMA) back around 2011-2013. I've been in mcrp hell for. a LONG time jesus christ

20: Favorite fic you've ever written?

ohhhh good question. Fullbury Records is very special to me and I'm ALWAYS thinking of what to add to that series, and (Un)Lifetime Achievement Award ofc is also very special to me. I think Heart to Heart is going places once I get back to writing the next chapter, too But I'm also veeeerrry proud of Famous Last Words, and it's very special to me as a projection piece LMAO

Tag time!!

@dyke420-69 @sparrowsong07 and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it lolol be sure to tag me so I can see :D

[nerdhappenings]

The Emergency! Fandom Intro Meme

Rules: Not much to say here! Copy-paste this into a new post and answer the questions as you see fit if you’d like to tell the rest of the fandom a bit more about yourself. This meme is generally tag-free and open to everyone who wants to do it (but feel free to informally tag people you’d like to know more about). You can tag your reply as “#E! intro meme” if you’d like.

How’d you find this show and the fandom? How long have you been here? I found this show through my mother, who watched it when she was younger. I don't remember when I first watched the show, but me, my mom and my younger sister, @phoenix-feathered, just recently got back into it.

What made you stick around? Since I'm older than I was last time I watched it, I have a better appreciation and understanding for the characters, situations, humor, etc.

Who’s your favorite character? Roy. As much as I love the whole cast, Kevin Tighe brings such a sincerity to the character. Roy is very kind and understanding, but he's firm when he needs to be.

Are you a shipping kind of person? If yes, what are your favorite ships? I'm a shipper, but I didn't really have any ships in the show. I'm still uncertain what I think of Brackett and Dixie.

Favorite moment/scene/quote? Yes, you can pick more than one. Oh my goodness- there are so many excellent ones. This show's writing is honestly amazing. My favorite quote has to be Roy saying "I must be getting old. I don't like pop art; rock music; I don't smoke pot; I keep my hair cut too short; I take a shower everyday." My favorite moments are soft ones between the crew. Roy worrying about Johnny every time he's hurt, Johnny being concerned about Roy getting a promotion but trying to be supportive and toughen through it, etc.

Do you have a favorite episode? Feel free to pick one per season if you can’t decide. Ah, man. I really like them all. I don't know if there's one that stands out above the rest.

Most underrated character, either among the fandom or one the writers never utilized to their full potential? It upsets me some how little the rest of the firemen are used. Mike, Marco and Captain Stanley (less so) are criminally underused, especially Mike. I wish Dr. Morton got more, too.

One thing you’d have liked to see more (or less) of in the show? Hmmm. Toughie. Maybe more of each characters' daily lives.

Do you have a fanwork recommendation for us? Fic, art, video, whatever? Sadly, I don't see much of this fandom, so no.

Any fanworks you’d like to see? I'd take anything. 😁

Any favorite headcanons you’d like to tell us about? I've seen some stuff about Captain Stanley being a Christian. I thought that was neat.

Free space! Anything else you’d like to mention?

This show is amazing, and if you haven't seen it, you should.

[orbswizard]

butch tenko ..

[chisatowo]

It's very funny to me how when I was into dr I was just constantly cooking up new aus and sub aus and now Im just sitting here with my 3 mayybe 4 bandori aus and that's it

[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

so get this. I was gonna roll around in Tombstone related fluff today - but no, no - this post came across my dash so Now We Are Gonna Discuss the Carnal Consumption of Meat as it appears on That Show Supernatural.  YEAH BUDDIES!

(also my sincere apologies to OP of the inspiration post who innocently tagged it with “lunch date!”  because I am about to go Elsewhere, cursedly).

Let’s all go meat man, after the cut!

This analysis centers primarily on 5x14 Bloody Valentine.  The title of course is a semi-homage to a 3D Slasher Film Jensen starred in circa 2009. 

Which I will be renting soon I guess.  ,[<- parasocial panda GET BACK IN YOUR ENCLOSURE]

Also Its Really Fun that the trailer for Said Cinema ends with “nothing says date movie like a 3-D ride to hell” [are you also thinking of Cas pulling Dean out of hell, or are you normal?]  ***unironically the teaser for 5x14 is -

EXT. SIDEWALK - IN FRONT OF ALICE'S APARTMENT BUILDING

RUSSEL 

First date.

They then eat each other.  Literally they eat each others flesh.  They also do it while dirty talking about it.  SPN IS A SHOW 

ALICE Ugh! I've been so alone. So empty...

RUSSEL I know. Me too.

ALICE I want you, Russel---All of you... inside me...

[they both take bites out of each other, Alice chewing on a piece of Russel's flesh]

****Remember this detail, as it is important.

ANYWAY, it’s truly Cursed that not only are we doing an homage to this 3-D Jensen Horror Date Flick but also this episode is specifically centered on Valentine’s Day.  The day honoring romance and love Now Coopted by Hallmark, everyone, that is the day spn writers chose to introduce us to 

Sir Horseman of THE Biblical Apocalypse Famine. 

Canonically, we are aware that the show is drawing from the book of Revelations in its depiction of the Four Horsemen.  Here’s what it says about Famine -

"When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, "Come." I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand.”

-Revelations 6:5

Famine holds scales (used to weigh out grain in times of food scarcity).  Spn’s depiction is represented as hunger, a bottomless pit of need.  It consumes souls (demon and human alike).  

Cas describes Famine a little more poetically:

CASTIEL 

"And then will come Famine riding on a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty... "

"... and great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger. "

"His hunger will seep out and poison the air. "

***Consider a prior season in which we are introduced to the Seven Deadly Sins.  Which are the sins associated with hunger?

Gluttony

and Lust.

***this is also important

Back to the episode.  Case cold open, and we find out that Alice was a Nice Girl.  In that she didnt drink, smoke or

have premarital sex.

***So Alice’s hunger for the sin of Lust caused her to succumb to it; and her demise was presented as Gluttony (literally eating her partner’s flesh). HMM

Famine’s presence is affecting the town, and Cas is not immune.

DEAN 

And when did you start eating?

CASTIEL 

Exactly. My hunger-- it's a clue, actually.

***They lay it out a little more in case you missed it ->

SAM 

I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food.

CASTIEL 

Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something--Sex, attention, drugs, love...

***this is so important.  but of course because its spn and our textual narrators are generally unreliable (even in a Ben Edlund episode, yes I know)

we get a red herring

CASTIEL 

Right. The cherub made them crave love, and then Famine came, and made them rabid for it.

***but that’s not accurate.  they didn’t get married or become obsessed with each other (remember the cursed coin in 4x08 Wishful Thinking and the unconditional love wish? not what happened here). they had premarital sex.  they did the thing Alice considers wrong, and dark, and sinful.  and then they ate each others’ flesh.

DEAN 

Okay, but what about you? I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?

CASTIEL 

It's my vessel-- Jimmy. His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's effect

***mad lad Jimmy Novak’s hunger is for...red meat?  He is starving for red meat?  You are telling me that the Novaks, red blooded conservative religious midwestern Novaks, ate RED MEAT SO SPARINGLY that Jimmy Novak was LITERALLY starving for it?!?!  No way.  Absolutely no way.  This is a man who was such a religious zealot he STUCK HIS HAND IN BOILING WATER and accepted an angel of the lord into his own body but his secret hunger was for fucking ground beef?

give me a damn break.

to me this is an absolute coverup.  Because Cas’s burger consumption is not related one iota to his vessel Jimmy Novak.

it is a representation of Cas falling.  Cas’s cravings for meat represent his growing (and very much prohibited) feelings for...humanity (Dean Winchester), and they are presenting as Gluttony in the form of his downing more and more copious amounts of red meat.  

SERIOUSLY, consider this - at one point the depiction is so desperately carnal that he is eating raw ground beef with his bare hands. It is fucking uncomfortable.  and it is SUPPOSED to be.  Famine stirs up hunger for the prohibited.  For the sinful. That which we are starving for but do not believe we can ever have, so we lust and we lust and we LUST after it, but should we allow ourselves even just a taste of what we have been ravenously craving, we binge it until we ourselves disappear into the oblivion of our own sinful, dark desires.

Since You Want More Examples of why this cant possibly be hunger for Cheeseburgers and Cheeseburgers alone, Consider Famine’s effect on Dean.  Remember his doctor kink?

**when its revealed that Doctor Corman has succumbed to Famine’s poison by drinking himself to death, Dean - very uncharacteristically by the way - reacts by saying out loud

DEAN Thanks. Crap! I really kind of liked this guy.

***please note that Doctor Corman says the following to Dean in the prior scene they have together -

DR. CORMAN [to Dean]

Agent Marley, you just can't stay away.

****was that a flirtation?

***Also, Dean doesn’t want to go out and chase tail for Valentines Day.   

SAM

I mean, what do you always call it-- Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?

DEAN 

Oh, yeah. Well... be that as it may...I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year.

SAM 

So you're not into bars full of lonely women?

DEAN 

Nah, I guess not. [takes a sip of his beer] Ahh. What?

SAM 

That's when a dog doesn't eat-- That's when you know something's really wrong.

***oh look we are relating things to eating again.  sex/lust to gluttony.  hmmm hmmm hmmm

ANYHOW -  *takes deep breath*

 this is also the Episode Where This Scene Lives

****JACKTING JOICES

oh and speaking of jacting joices, this is also the Dean Notices Cupids Crotch Episode.

frAckles, I am once again asking why you only permit celestial beings to hug you from behi-[gunshots]

but Dean isn’t hungry.  Why? Famine has the explanation, and we get it after Dean immediately runs inside after Cas heads in to complete his portion of their plan barely giving him any time to do so because he misses him that much.

FAMINE 

I disagree. [Famine moves closer to Dean and touches him] Yes. I see. That's one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can't fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex.

DEAN 

Oh, you're so full of crap.

FAMINE 

Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me! 

***not Dean making all of those homophobic/homoerotic jokes every time he’s in danger or feeing uncomfortable; not that, that can’t possibly be what Famine is referencing, right?

I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. 

***not THIS parallel:

AMARA:

You're a mystery. I can see inside your heart. Feel the love you feel, except… It's cloaked in shame

You can't win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just... keep going through the motions. 

***not the motions of performative heterosexuality!!

***Dean’s not hungry because in his heart he truly believes that he can’t actually have what he hungers for.  That Thing Which This Episode Overtly but Also Very Clearly Made Obvious.  It’s an angel riding shotgun [I did Do That and I am Not Sorry], eating a burger in the front seat of the impala.  But, I’ve deviated from the meat of this essay [gunshots] [this time just for the bad joke].

BONUS

there’s Exists another episode in which a man ravenously consumes red meat; eventually succumbing to eating raw beef with his bare hands in the season prior to this one.  

Yes Supernatural the Show That Brought Us Not One But Two Scenes of Persons Carnally Consuming Red Meat With Their Bare Hands.  

This episode is a MOTW - the man in question is a rougaru - a monster that starts out as human but due to some specific genetic disorder (hmmm hmmm hmm crack in THE chassis hmmm hmmm) soon begins to be extremely hungry - “for everything, but eventually long pig.” AKA human flesh. 

Wanna know the kicker?  

Episode’s called Metamorphosis.

(GIF by jackttwist)

I’ll see myself out.

[DOUBLE BONUS for extra credit:

if you really wanna wild out, go watch the scene of Jack the rougaru looking at himself in the mirror in 4x04 - and then meander on over to 7x01 and check out God!stiel looking in the mirror as the leviathans writhe inside him over there. It’s worth the walk.]

***oh and @lilac-void​ im tagging you in this one because in exchange for your KIND creator content nomination I guess I will respond by cursing you with an Honorary tag in this, a Meat Meta.  you’re welcome slash I'm sorry XO [but seriously thank you again for your kindness and appreciation; it really motivated me to sit down and get moving on making more content <3]

[monsoonblooms12]

Newlyweds Questions: Week 11

A/N: So I am (quite) a bit late to this week's questions and apologies for the same. Also, a big big Thank You to the queens @jamespotterthefirst and @genevievemd for this amazing round of questions. Had so much fun answering them!

For Both

Where did you go on your second date?

Pooja: (looking at Ethan) Hmmm, should we talk as per the dates we both consider dates or the dates only I consider dates?

Ethan: And what exactly is that supposed to mean?

Pooja: Look, as per the dates which we both consider dates, our first date was at Kyoto. and as per dates that only I consider dates, our First was at Derry Roasters, studying people, drinking that (mimicking Ethan's tone) atrocious Espresso Romano.

Ethan: Apart from the fact that you used the word date five times in a sentence, and that your mimic of me was nothing like the way I talk-

Pooja: The fact that I never said I was mimicking you and yet you got it is enough to prove how good my mimic was.

Ethan: (Rolling his eyes) So, as I was saying before someone (looks pointedly at Pooja) cut me off, our first official date was Kyoto and that makes the rooftop candlelit dinner that we had at home, our second.

Pooja: And unofficially, it was the Opera, during my first year. (Looks at Ethan) Wasn't it? (An intense stare between the two, follows, as Pooja tries to make him budge and change his answer)

Ethan: (breaking eye contact and murmuring) Whatever

What is their pet name for you? Do you have a favorite? Do you have a least favorite?

Pooja: It would be Poo, Aifa and Rookie. And no least favourites. Anything he calls me is my favourite, no questions asked.

Ethan: (smiles at her) She usually calls me E, Teylie or Dr Grumpkins. And even though I don't really have a favourite, I do have a least favourite one. (Turning to Pooja) May I know why I got a "Grumpkins" nickname when I gave you all the sweet ones?

Pooja: You should really ask that question to the interns that arrived at the hospital last week.

What is their silliest fear?

Ethan: Worms.

Pooja: (bearing a serious expression) Not worms. Creepy Crawlies.

Ethan: (Barely concealing a laugh) Ya, them. They just crawl and carry on with their lives. And if you spot even a little one within the radius of ten meters, you start shrieking.

Pooja: They are creepy, okay? I have nightmares about them.

(Ethan shakes his head)

Pooja: And what will you say about your fear of having to talk to people?

Ethan: I have no fear as such.

Pooja: Then why do I always have to rescue you from public events and galas?

Ethan: .... Let's not talk about this anymore, alright?

Pooja: (letting out a hushed giggle) Sure

How often do you go on dates together? Do you think it’s enough or would you like to go out more often?

Pooja: Quite often I would say, out of the weekends we get off, for two of them we go out while for the other two we stay at home and relax.

Ethan: I wish we could go out more often.

Pooja: You know I don't need you to take me on extravagent tours or fancy restaurants. I would rather cook at home with you in my hoodie, or watch Brooklyn 99 while we snuggle and share chips.

What was the first thing your spouse said after the proposal.

Ethan: It was a long silence. I really thought I had done something wrong, because she couldn't stop crying. And after ten minutes or so, came the yes.

(Overcome by nostalgia, Ethan looks at Pooja teary-eyed)

Pooja: I was so overwhelmed by everything that I got speechless. I wanted to say so much but the words just didn't come out. It was when he got up and hugged me, that I could finally stop. His first words were, "Please don't cry"

If you were forced to marry one of your exes, who would it be?

Pooja: I think we both can agree that we would rather die or remain unmarried, rather that marrying someone else. Even if we were forced to.

Ethan: Totally. And as for me, none of my past relationships had ever made me want to get married and settle down. She (indicating Pooja) is the first who made me feel that way.

Pooja: (Touched) You know I love you, right?

Ethan: I love you too, Aifa.

Bonus round:

Speaking of exes, describe each of your spouse’s exes using three words only. Go!

Ethan: Do we really have to do this?

Pooja: (chuckling) No worries, I'll go first. For Eva: Shy, Cute, Bright. For Rosalie: Cunning, Cruel, Narcissistic. For Renia: Powerful, Stylish, Efficient and For Harper: Talented, Humble, Brilliant.

Ethan: Acute observations. My turn. So, for Shresht: Dumb, Weird, Rude and for Ayaan: Intelligent, Caring and Clever.

Pooja: I really thought for a moment that you were going to say I don't know & I don't care (chuckles)

Ethan: That's... (considers for a while) a really good suggestion. You should've told me I was allowed to do that!

(Pooja rolls her eyes and both of them end up laughing)

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Astral Pt. 7 (Loki x Reader)

Ok so i lied Loki doesn’t come back yet, NEXT CHAPTER i promise XD I didn’t realize there was more I needed to write out, strengthening the relationship with the Avengers and such. We’re finally at the part where they reunite though AHH :) (i don’t think you guys understand I’m writing this and I’m getting just as excited as you all at Loki’s return!!! It’s taking everything in me to not post the next part already XD)

It’s two years later, you’re 21, when you’re offered a spot on the Avengers. You accept right away only too sad you weren’t asked before the Chitauri invasion considering if you had been on the team you would have seen Loki in person. 

You had been working over time on one of the command computers trying to run diagnostic on what was and wasn’t working in the system, what had been compromised when a brainwashed Clint had attacked. You had watched the CCTV cameras picking up on just who was attacking Earth. Of course with you having to work over time you didn’t get to visit the God in his temporary cell when he had been aboard the helicarrier. (The sight and knowledge of him being so close to you stole your breath and made your stomach flutter though) However, you thought on this and decided it was for the best you hadn’t seen him, considering he had been delirious for power and subjugation of the human race. You couldn’t help but doubt the invasion was all Loki because this didn’t seem like the Loki you knew. Loki was caring and that one time he even said you may have changed his mind on humans, even if it was ‘meagerly’. 

Something in your gut told you he wasn’t of his own mind too but no one would listen to you. You had your proof though, his bright blue eyes told you. The Loki you had first met had lovely, hypnotizing green eyes. You regarded your proof as 100% foolproof when you got a close up of Clint and Dr. Selvig who also had bright blue eyes. You couldn’t outright tell Fury though because then you would have to explain where you knew the God from and, in turn, then explain where you got your magic from. Luckily Fury had been willing to let slide where you got your powers from when they brought you in on your 18th birthday. He had skirted around the question and when you didn’t give up anything he just outright asked you. You told him you’d prefer if you could keep this one secret, he could have anything else he wanted from you but that. Fury reluctantly yielded to your one demand and let it drop. 

So, you may have slipped past Fury, making sure to touch him, on his way to speak to the Avengers after the invasion and planted a thought you knew would flourish in his mind. The thought that maybe Loki had been brainwashed too and flourish it did. Fury had told Thor that he would talk to the World Security Council about Loki. Fury then came to you and asked you to gather all possible evidence that Loki had been brainwashed then Thor would look over the information and videos to either confirm or deny if it was something he thought his brother would, or wouldn’t, do. 

With you working missions with both Natasha and Clint you made a name for yourself, you were finally noticed by people. No one had given you a super hero name just yet but you vowed, in due time, you’d give them a reason to. Working with both Nat and Clint however did get you a seat on the Avengers. Natasha had written that you were dependable, adept, and a good team player. Clint had written that you adapted to situations with ease, stayed calm under pressure, and would trust his life in your hands. 

So, you walked into your new room in Stark tower that Tony had all to happily given to you. You had an entire floor to yourself. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how much money Tony had in his bank account right now if this didn’t leave a dent in his pocket. You sighed and fell face first into your new bed, forgetting your two duffle bags at the door. You groaned in delight as you rolled on the bed. 

A knock at your door had you snapping upright in embarrassment. You caught the smirk on Natasha’s lips before she glanced to her right and you saw Captain America, the Steve Rogers, standing in your doorway almost timidly. You smiled and made your way to them, holding a hand out to shake the Captain’s hand. 

“Rogers, y/n, y/n, Rogers.” Natasha said. 

You smiled shyly and then nodded behind them. “You both want to go to the living room, probably be more comfortable than here.” 

“From the sounds you made, I think your bed is quite comfy but sure.” Natasha said making you flush again. 

When all three of you settled in the living room you asked Steve the questions you had been dying to ask since he had awoken from his cryostasis. 

“What’s a new food you like that wasn’t around back then?” You asked, relaxing your body into the couch and setting an arm on the top of the couch while the other hung loose on your lap. Natasha and Steve sat on a couch adjacent to you. 

Steve pursed his lips and looked around the room in thought before you looked back at you and smiled. “Not a food per se but I didn’t realize there were so many ways to make coffee.” 

You raised your brows and looked at Natasha with jealousy, “You took him to Starbucks and left me out?” Natasha gave you a smile like a cat that caught their mouse. Steve chuckled. 

“It wasn’t anything too exciting you missed out on.” Steve said, smiling softly. 

“Oh I don’t know, Steve, Your face got pretty red when the barista asked you what you wanted and you couldn’t give her an answer for 5 minutes.” Natasha said, bringing her legs up under her on the couch across from you. Steve sputtered. “You didn’t tell me there would be over 20 choices when I’ve only known of black coffee with sugar!” 

You laughed with Natasha at an embarrassed Steve. 

“So?” You asked Steve who looked at you confused, “What did you order and did you like it?” 

Steve shook his head, smiling. “I ordered a white chocolate mocha frappuccino and it was amazing!” 

“Steve has a major sweet tooth.” Natasha quipped. Steve knocked his knee into Natasha’s. Hmmm not an unwelcome development you smelled but kept your queries about their relationship to yourself.  

“Has anyone shown you the internet yet?” You asked Steve.

“I know what Google is but that’s about it, haven’t really had the time to explore it more.”

As Steve said this an evil smirk grew on your lips, Natasha rolled her eyes at you but was smiling, Steve looked at you innocently. 

Things were great for a few weeks, the world was moving past the alien invasion and rebuilding New York City. Any time the Avengers stepped out of the tower they were bombarded with questions. Questions about the invasion, questions on if there would be more attacks, questions about how come they could parade about with no legal repercussions. The last question made you sit on edge but no one on the team answered it so you let it die out. 

Your days consisted of talking with the team (Bonding, as Steve liked to put it), embarrassing Steve, knocking Tony a few pegs down with your refined sarcasm, laughing with Clint and Natasha as you talked about old, botched missions. Even sparring together in an interactive training room Tony had made specific to each Avenger if you went in solo, and more general if you all trained as a team. The coolest thing about it was that the A.I. Tony imbedded in it would adapt to you so things never became too easy to handle.

Then Thor came back.

 Without Loki, of course. 

Thor took to you like icing to cake. You spent the first few days finding each other’s boundaries in humor and physicality but once you both got comfortable you were inseparable. He was like a brother you wished you had. Then the week passed and he asked the question he had been sent to ask. 

“Would it be alright if my brother, Loki, resided here until his banishment is revoked?”    

You held your breath as the room tunneled and all you could see was Thor. Loki would be coming here. He would be within touching distance. What would you both say to each other? Would he even grace you with a look, let alone a conversation? 

“Y/n?” Tony asked you, snapping you back to what was going on now, everyone had answered. Considering they knew Loki was brainwashed they all said yes, even Clint although his yes was a little strained.

“Yes.” You breathed out. Swallowing the lump in your throat at Thor’s smile. 

“You will love my brother, y/n, he has just your kind of humor, perhaps he could further your training on magic!” 

You forced out a laugh and smile.

“I bet he can, Big Guy.” 

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"Broken" A Sharky ANGSTY O/S

So I made a one shot called Baby Shark where Sharky and Rafael get pregnant and after some bumpy conversation, decide to have the baby and she grows up to be a great kid, and you love being a mother.

However, at the time I also had an idea for the OTHER outcome of the pregnancy. But I let it go, and then I got a request from-- someone, I don't know if they want this out in the world-- to write a fic about a miscarriage. So, I figured I'd go with the idea I had already planned out.

AND SO,

I present to you, the alternative outcome of "Baby Shark".

Warning: VERY angsty, dealing with abortions and miscarriages. Also religion, if you're sensitive about that.

Read at your own discretion.

If you would like to read the happy version of this story, it is here.

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You stared at the four pregnancy tests on the counter, waiting on the fifth. Plus signs and “Pregnant” words were sitting there, mocking you. You heard your phone alarm go off and picked up the last test.

Positive.

“Dammit!!!” You threw it across the bathroom. This was your worst nightmare. You didn’t want kids right now, you weren’t sure you wanted kids EVER. But you knew Rafael did, he probably wanted them as soon as possible.

“Mi Amor?” Rafael slowly opened the door.

“Raffi!” You spun around angrily. “Don’t you knock?!”

“Well I heard you yell…Oh my god,” Rafael suddenly noticed all the positive tests. “Y/N, are you…are you pregnant?”

“Yeah, well obviously,” You scoffed, gesturing to the many positive tests. You weren’t trying to be mean but he walked in just when you were trying to wrap your mind around this.

“…Why are you angry about this, carino?” He looked at you confused. “You…you do want kids, don’t you?”

“We really should have had this conversation before we got married, god why didn’t we have this conversation…”

“Oh my god,” Rafael stepped back. “You DON’T want kids?”

“I don’t know!” You threw your hands up. “Rafael I had given up on being a wife a long time ago, let alone a mother,”

“I can’t believe this,” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Look I just don’t want to have to make this decision right NOW,” You tried to act softer, lowering your voice. “You know we JUST got married, and we JUST started the practice. I just wanted some time to BREATHE,”

“So…you want to abort it?” Rafael’s voice was soft and sad.

“Christ Almighty Rafael it’s not ‘aborting’ it’s…” You paused, noticing his face was getting more horrified. “What?”

“I thought when you were defending me, your whole ‘cold medical’ argument was a tactic…”

“Yeah well,” You ran your fingers through your hair. “Look, baby,” You took his hand again. “If I…got rid of it,” You saw him flinch. “It would just be taking a pill that rips apart cells and tissue. It doesn’t disintegrate arms or legs, or a tiny beating heart,”

“Yeah I get it, Y/N” He dropped your hands and walked out of the bathroom, you ran after him.

“Rafael, come on!” You chased him through the apartment, grabbing his hand and making him face. “At least hear me out,”

“Why? Why should I? You clearly won’t hear me out! You’ve already made your decision, I bet you weren’t even going to tell me about it,”

“That’s not fair,” You replied, hurt. Of course you would have told him, wouldn’t you?

“And…it’s not just this,” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, if you don’t want kids right now is one thing, if you don’t want kids EVER, then…” He wiped his eyes. “Then we’re just delaying the inevitable,” He said softly, you could hear the tears in his voice.

“What?” Your heart fell into your stomach. “What are you saying?”

“I want kids, Y/N,” He looked at you very seriously. “I want kids and I’m not going to give up that idea,”

“So, you would just walk away from me for some hypothetical kids you might have some day?” You were getting upset now. How dare he threaten you like that.

“I don’t…” He ran his hands through his hair, tears still falling from his eyes. “I don’t want to,”

“Then DON’T,” You crossed your arms.

“Why should I appease you when you won’t even THINK about it?” He suddenly went from sad to angry, matching your attitude.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t think about it, I said I really don’t want to decide NOW,” You yelled back, as you sat down on the couch. All of this yelling was making you dizzy.

“Then when do you want to decide, Y/N? When-- when our baby actually has fingers, toes? Is that going to change your mind about killing them?”

“Oh my god, you are so--” You stomped out of the bathroom and through your living room.

“Where are you going?” He called after you.

“To prove to you I’m not a heartless bitch!” You yelled back as you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

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You drove to the clinic that Dr. Ramoray worked at, pulling into the parking lot and rushed into the waiting room.

“I need to speak to Dr. Ramoray,“ You informed her.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but we’re old friends,”

“Excuse me?” She looked at you quizzically.

“Can you-- can you just tell him Y/N is here and really needs to talk to him?”

“....Okay…” She looked at you skeptically but stood up and went to find the doctor. After a few minutes Dr. Ramoray walked out and greeted you.

“Hello, Y/N. Nice to see you,” He shook your hand. “Don’t tell me you have another case--”

“No, it’s personal this time doctor,”

“Personal?”

“I...can we…?” You motioned towards the rooms.

“Well...sure, Stella hold my appointments,” He informed his receptionist.

He walked you back and into a patient room. It was lined with charts of the different stages of pregnancy, lists of do’s and don’t during pregnancy, things like that. You took a seat in the regular seats as opposed to the patient stirrups.

“So, how can I help you dear?”

“Well, you know that man I defended?”

“The ADA? Well of course, that’s one day I will never forget,”

“Well he’s my-- husband,” You looked down, hoping that wasn’t a lie.

“I see,” He nodded. “Well, that makes a lot of sense now that I think about it,”

“Right,” You nodded sheepishly. “Well, see we uh-- I got us in a...situation,” You put a hand on your stomach.

“Ah,” He nodded again. “I see,”

“Yeah..”

“And guessing by your argument in court, you’d like to get rid of the...zygote?”

“I don’t know,” You shook your head. “I...I didn’t have the greatest role mode of a mother growing up, and I have no idea how to--” You rubbed your temples. Too much detail.

“Look my husband has the opposite stance on my...views, of a zygote,”

“Well that’s ironic, isn’t it?” He chuckled.

“Yes haha. I just want you--- I just need a picture of this thing to show him it’s just cells, it’s not a--”

“A baby,” he finished for you.

“Right,”

“Well, as you must know due to your research Ms. Y/N, depending on how far along you are it might be impossible to even see the zygote,” He explained.

“Well that’s even better,” You half smiled. “Then it will really prove to him I’m doing nothing wrong-- if I decide to get rid of it,”

“As you wish,” He nodded, gesturing for you to get on the patient table. You laid down on the table and pulled your shirt up, while the doctor got the gooey gel and rubbed it on your stomach. He pulled up a screen that recorded the sonogram, as he ran the scanner over your uterus.

“....Hmm…” He studied the screen intently.

“Hmmm?” You asked. “Hmmm doesn’t sound good,”

“I...well, there seems to be an...issue,”

“Excuse me?” You sat up. “An issue? What kind of issue?”

“Well Ms. Y/N according to this, your uterus is what we would call-- hostile,”

“Hostile?” You half laughed. “Why does that not surprise me…?” You shook your head. Of course you, the cold hearted shark, would have a hostile uterus on top of everything else hostile in your body.

“Yes, see all of this extra tissue? It’s not ideal for a fetus to grow and develop,” He pointed out clouds of white almost filling your uterus. “To be completely honest with you, it’s a miracle you even got pregnant,”

“...Oh Jesus…” You put your hands over your face. “Why...God why…”

“If you decide to terminate this pregnancy, there’s a slim to none chance this will ever happen again,” He continued.

“Great,” You chuckled sarcastically. “So now even NATURE is forcing me to make a choice right now,”

“Well,” He pushed the screen away. “If it helps your decision, there’s an 75% percent chance the baby will even survive full term,”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You laughed harder. “So, even if I decide to concede to my husband and go ahead with this, there’s a 25% chance that he’ll get attached to it, and then it will die anyway?!”

“Look Ms. Y/N,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “In my experience, more often than not women with hostile uteruses that do actually get pregnant, end up having perfectly healthy babies. Granted most are preemies, but with today’s technology that’s almost never an issue,”

“...Right,” You shook your head with a dry sarcastic smile, still in disbelief this was all happening.

“And if you don’t mind me saying,” He added. “I really think this is something you should discuss with your husband,”

“I actually really do mind you saying, Doctor,” You said curtly. “I just...I need a minute, can I have a minute?”

“Sure, take a minute. Call him, maybe ask him to come down,”

“...Yeah, right,” You shook your head with a smile as you walked out of the room and down the hall through the waiting room and outside in front of the clinic. You walked over to a small bench off to the side of the walkway into the clinic and sat down, and before you could think your body just erupted in a loud, angry scream.

“....Do you think this is funny, huh?!” You yelled up at the sky. “Is this, what is this, some kind of TEST?” You stood up now as you continued your rant.

“Are you-- are you trying to test how much I love Rafael? Testing just how much I’ve REALLY changed? Or are you just trying to prove to me that I can’t be happy? I can’t have the nice, perfect man, with a perfect family? That I’ll just lose anything good that I touch? You’ve turned my own BODY against me?!” You started to cry in the middle of the grass.

“Why would you do this, huh?” You asked Him. “You know the kind of mother I grew up with, you know I have nothing GOOD to reference on being a mother!” Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Why would you do this to me? Have I been that shit of a person? Really? I went through...I went through hell and back my entire life, and then I fought like hell for Rafael, for someone who actually loved me, for the very first time in my life! And now-- now you want to take that away from me? Or are you giving me a second chance? TELL ME! TELL ME WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO!!!!!!!” You screamed, falling to your knees sobbing.

“....Y/N?” A soft voice made you leap to your feet and spin around to see Rafael standing there, his mouth slightly open with a confused look on his face.

“Rafa,” You quickly sucked the rest of your breakdown back into your body, wiping tears away and clearing your throat. “W-What are you doing here?”

“I...I came to support you,” He said softly as he walked closer to you.

“Support me?”

“Well I figured, you came down here to--”

“To what, kill our baby? Without even discussing with you?” You scoffed.

“No!” He cried. “Well, maybe..”

“Right,” You shook your head with a dry laugh.

“But I was going to support you no matter your decision!!” He defended himself.

“Oh well, that’s really big of you Rafael. Coming down here to hold my hand while I abort our child and then breaking up with me as soon as we walked out of here,” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“That’s not--” He shook his head. “Look, I think-- I think that what matters right now is your little...soliloquy there,” He gestured towards the bench where you were having your screaming match at God.

“...Right,”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me about your mother, carino?”

“Why would I, Rafael?” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “I already inadvertently told you I’d never heard the words ‘I love you’ in my life before you, I thought that was pretty obvious I didn’t have the greatest parents,”

“...Fair,” He closed the gap between you, taking your hands. “I’m sorry, I should have taken that into account when were...talking,”

“Arguing,” You clarified.

“Right,” He nodded sadly. “I just-- I ...I’ve always--”

“Yeah, I get it. You’ve always wanted kids. I should have taken that into account when we even started dating. I should have thought this could happen. I’m usually so level headed and ten steps ahead of things, but with you--”

“It’s different,” He finished for you with a sad smile.

“Yeah,” You nodded softly, looking at the ground.

“Well,” He tilted your chin up. “I don’t--I don’t want to impose anything on you, but--”

“But…”

“But...you did just ask the big guy what to do, and I was here,”

“...So you’re saying, God is telling me to go through with this?”

“All I’m stating is facts, Sharky,” He rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “I’m not telling you to do anything, I’m really not. I swear,”

“....Well, you should know all the facts then,” You sighed, leading him back to the bench where you both sat.

“All the facts?” He asked you curiously.

“...Dr. Ramoray says that I have a…’hostile uterus’,” You shook your head with a laugh, just saying it sounded absurd.

“A hostile uterus? You? I’m shocked,” He joked, trying to ease the tension.

“I know right?” You chuckled. “Anyway um-- he said, that it was a miracle I even got pregnant,” You said softly while you played with his hand in yours.

“...A miracle?”” Rafael’s voice perked up a little. Did that mean you were considering it? Surely you wouldn’t have told him that if you were going to get rid of it.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “And um-- he said, he said if I terminated this pregnancy, there was a slim to none chance that I’d ever get pregnant again,” You looked at the ground.

“I see,” He squeezed your hand softly. “So...basically, even mother nature is forcing you to make a life decision right now,”

“That’s what I said!” You looked up into his eyes; you really were so in sync.

“...Which is why you were yelling at God,”

“...Right,” You looked up at the sky. “But there’s another thing,”

“Oh?”

“The doctor said that even if I decide to go ahead with the pregnancy, there’s a 25% chance that it will die anyway,” You looked into his eyes sadly. “Because of course, my body would be just like my mother, rejecting it,” You looked away from him with another sarcastic laugh, thinking of the irony of your situation.

“Hey,” He put a hand on your face, making you look at him. “You are NOT your mother,”

“You didn’t even know her,”

“I know she wouldn’t be wrestling with this decision, would she?”

“No,” You shook your head. “She definitely would not. She made it very clear that my father MADE her have me, because he didn’t believe in abortion,”

“....Like I was trying to do,” He said sadly.

“No baby,” You took his hands. “I know you weren’t trying to force me to do anything,”

“....But I kind of was, when I threatened to leave you,” He looked down in shame.

“No, uh uh,” Now it was your turn to pull his chin upwards. “It’s not the same. Not even close,”

“....So,” He took a deep breath. “Have you decided what you’re going to do?”

“....Well,” You gave him a small smile. “I can’t exactly argue with God for giving me what I asked for, right?”

“Wha--you mean me?”

“I asked him what to do, and here you are,” You pressed your forehead against his. “I’d say that’s a pretty big red flag of an answer,”

“Carino,” His lips curled into a huge smile before they were on yours.

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----Six Months Later----

You were in your last trimester, and were finally starting to breathe about your impending labor. Every month, every doctor’s appointment, you’d walk into the office with the worst expectations, and every time you were proven wrong. In that time, you had grown attached to your little girl, who you decided to name Isabella. Izzie, for short.

Rafael would talk to Izzie as much as he talked to you, always speaking in Spanish thinking she’d pick it up in the womb. You’d just shake your head with a smile, it was adorable the way he was so excited. It made you even more excited, just seeing him so happy. You had never been so invested in someone else’s emotions other than your own, especially not someone who hadn’t even been born yet. But you loved Izzie already, you would smile to yourself when you’d feel her moving around inside you. It was like she was snuggling you in her own little cocoon inside you.

However, on the day of your baby shower, all of your new hopes and dreams came crashing down. You were doing your makeup, humming and bouncing along with the Spotify playlist you had playing-- when you felt it. A sharp, overwhelming pain struck your abdomen, causing you to hunch over, falling to your knees.

“RAFAEL!!!!!” You screamed as your insides felt like they were being stabbed everywhere. Everything you had feared was coming true.

Rafael sprinted into your bathroom half dressed and instantly was down next to you.

“Y/N, baby what’s wrong?” He asked frantically, checking your body everywhere as you writhed in pain and began to cry.

“It’s...Izzie,” You sobbed, knowing what was happening. “I’m losing her,”

“Oh God,” Rafael dialed 911 while he tried to help you stand. When he saw your pelvis however, he stopped moving you.

“What?” You asked in a panicked tone. “What is it?”

“You’re...You’re bleeding, Y/N,” His eyes began to fill with tears as he watched you quickly begin to bleed out in front of him.

“What?” You tried desperately to look down at yourself, all you saw was a pool of blood running down the floor to your feet. Everything started to go fuzzy, you could barely hear Rafael screaming on the phone for someone to hurry up and come to your rescue. Pretty soon, you blacked out completely.

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The next thing you knew you were waking up in a hospital bed with a nurse taking your vitals.

“Welcome back, Ms. Y/N,” She smiled sweetly. “We almost lost you there,”

“...Lost me?” You looked at her in confusion before looking down at your stomach. A huge bandage was wrapped around your torso, covering several stitches and tubes coming out of your pelvis.

“Oh my god,” You whispered, beginning to panic again. “Oh my god, oh my god--”

“Whoa whoa calm down sweetie,” The nurse tried to keep you from squirming around. “You’ll pop your stitches,”

“Where’s Izzie? Where’s Rafael?” You asked her as you started to hyperventilate.

“Your husband ran to get a coffee” She assured you. “And um, your-- your baby is…”

“She’s dead, isn't she?” You began to sob. “I killed her,”

“No! No ma’am,” She shook her head. “Well, I mean she-- she is-- gone,” She said sadly. “But you did NOT kill her,”

“No, just my hostile body,” You continued to sob.

“Look I’m-- I’ll be right back,” She rushed out of the room, leaving you crying and screaming in horror and guilt.

After a few minutes, Rafael was bursting into the room, instantly at your side and taking your shaking body in his arms. He was still covered in your blood, he hadn’t dared to leave your side since they had gotten you there.

“I killed her, Rafa,” You sobbed into his chest. “I knew it, I knew this would happen. I’m broken inside, I told you I was broken,”

“Shhh, no no no mi amor,” He whispered as he tried to not start crying himself. “Shhhh, you’re-- you’re not broken,”

“I am!!!” You sobbed harder. “I killed our baby, just like I knew I would. It’s the one thing I was supposed to give you,”

“...Shh, baby I know. It’s okay, it’s alright--” He looked up at the sky as he began to cry himself.

“No it’s not, it’s not okay!!” Your sobs became heavier, you could barely breathe. All of your fears were coming true, you were being punished. You lost your child and now you were going to lose the love of your life. “Please don’t leave me, Please please please,”

“What?” He suddenly looked back down at you, pulling you from his chest. “Why would I--”

“I KILLED OUR BABY!!!!!!!!” You screamed. “That’s the ONE thing you asked me not to do!! The one thing! And I did it anyway!!!”

“NO, you did NOT,” He took both of your shoulders. “You did not kill our baby, do you hear me? You tried so hard, you took such good care of Izzie, carino--” He started to cry again as he said her name.

“She’s dead, Rafael,” You had just started to get your sobs under control until you saw him cry. You hated seeing him cry. You hated being the reason he was crying. “She’s dead!”

“And so were you!” He said through his tears. “You died on that table, they told me. But you came back to me,”

“....What?” Now you started to control your crying in shock from this new information.

“We may have lost Izzie, but I almost lost both of you. And I-- I don’t think I would have survived that,” He was still crying. “I...I’m devastated about Izzie, but I’m grateful you’re alive,”

“....Even though I’m broken?” You sniffled.

“You are not broken, mi amor,” He shook his head as he kissed your forehead, getting his own emotions to calm down. “...And if you still don’t believe me, then I promise you, I will spend the rest of our lives putting you back together,”

“....Okay,” You whispered, finally relaxing into his arms as he laid back against the wall.

“I love you, Y/N,” He whispered as he stroked your hair. “I will always love you, no matter what,”

“I love you too,” You sniffled as you started to fall asleep against his chest.

You wanted to believe him, but you knew deep down inside: You’d always be broken.

[darling-i-read-it]

And the Woman Clothed With the Sun...

3x09

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3.1k 

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, dead bodies, nightmares, talk of children and having them 

Author’s Note: I really really liked this episode. I love playing with dynamics SO MUCH. I hope you guys like this? 

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar 

Official Episode Summary: As the search for Francis Dolarhyde (Richard Armitage) continues, Will starts imagining himself in Dolarhyde's tormented psyche -- and asks Hannibal for help with the serial killer's profile; a new woman (Rutina Wesley) enters Dolarhyde's life.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

Tag List (is always open!) : @llperfectsymmetryll​ @ericacactus​ @vlightning95​ @sweetgoodangel​

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“That’s the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court,” Hannibal said. He turned around slowly, acting as though he were not surprised to see you and Will together. The thin line of glass between the two of you Hannibal seemed so thick.

The truth was, you had never truly gotten over Hannibal. You had pretended to, for the sake of Will, but you had never really stopped thinking about what he could be doing. There was a link that the three of you had with each other that was unexplainable. You had started a new life. But your old one still called your name. 

“Hello, Dr. Lecter,” Will said simply. He was contained. You fed off of his energy to keep yourself in check as well. 

“Hello, Will. Y/N.” He stepped closer to the two of you. “I believe congratulations are in order. I apologize I couldn’t make it to the wedding. Alana gave me some pictures, to taunt me presumably.” You smiled. You thought about Hannibal holding the pictures of you and Will laughing, beaming at each other. “Did you get my note?” You nodded. 

“We got it. Thank you,” you said simply. You and Will stood close together. He had his coat draped over his arm and you held the papers from the cases. 

“Did you read it before you destroyed it? Or did you simply toss it into the nearest fire?” Hannibal asked. You scoffed a bit.

“We read it. Then he burned it,” you promised. He nodded. 

“And you came anyway.” Hannibal eyed you. “I’m surprised you let that happen.” 

“We all falter in some ways,” you said simply. 

“I want you to help me, Dr. Lecter,” Will said to break the conversation. He still didn't trust Hannibal with you. Reminiscent of the days you used to work with Hannibal.

“Yes I thought so. Are we no longer on a first-name basis?” Hannibal asked. 

“I’m more comfortable the less personal we are,” Will said. Hannibal looked over at you, eyeing your entire body. He made note of the scent. The scent off of both of you. 

“Your hands are rough Will. I smell dogs and pine and oil beneath that shaving lotion.” He looked at you. “Did you steal that perfume from my home?” he questioned. You stiffened. You had gotten some perfume from his home as they cleaned it out. You ended up liking and buying another bottle over the years.

“I’m here about Chicago and Buffalo. You’ve read about it, I’m sure,” Will said. 

“I’ve read the papers. I can’t clip them. They won’t let me have scissors, of course. You want to know how he’s choosing them,” Hannibal commented. You held up the case file. 

“Thought you might have some ideas.” 

“You just came here to look at me. Came to get the old scent again. Why don't you just smell yourself Will? Or your wife?” Will let out a sigh. 

“I expected more of you, doctor. That routine is old hat.” Hannibal nodded stiffly.

“Whereas you are new people,” Hannibal said. “Let me have the file. An hour, and we can discuss it like old times.” You nodded happily at that, pleased he would help. You shoved the file through the document tray and into the cell. Hannibal came close to collect it. 

“Thank you,” Will muttered.

“Family values may have declined over the last century, but we still help our families when we can.” He took the papers. “You’re both family.” 

Will grabbed you around the waist, eager to leave. Your eyes lingered on Hannibal’s for a moment longer before you and Will left the room, swallowing his true words. 

-

You looked around Alana’s office. You hadn’t seen it since she had moved in. It looked better than when Chilton had run it. Perhaps that was just because you liked Alana more. The problems you once had with each other had mostly scabbed over. She was maid of honor at your wedding. Interesting, considering the fact you had once fought feverishly over Hannibal.

“It’s good to see you looking well. But I can’t help wishing you weren’t here,” Alana said. She sat on her couch. Her suit was pristine, her hair perfect. You admired her. 

“You aren’t the only one,” you commented. 

“I was surprised Jack came back in one piece,” she said. You nodded, running a hand over your pants before sitting down on the couch beside her. Will stood up, looking out the window. 

“You weren’t the only one,” Will said, turning to both of you. 

“How did it feel to see him again?” she questioned. You looked at the ground. Will sat down beside you, in between you and Alana. 

“Like Hannibal was looking through to the back of my skull. Felt like a fly flitting around in there. I had the absurd feeling that he walked out with me. Had to stop outside the doors and look around, make sure it was just Y/N,” Will commented. 

“I know that feeling. At least Jack Crawford’s pleased.” You pursed your lips but stayed quiet. 

“He showed me pictures of the families. I looked at Y/N and couldn’t say no,” he argued.

“Damn my presence,” you joked softly. Will slung his arm around the couch behind you, his fingered brushing your shoulder. 

“And Jack was counting on it.” 

“Are you still with Margot?” you asked, eager to change the subject. She took a deep breath and nodded, thinking fondly of her wife. 

“Yes. We have a baby. A Verger baby. A son,” she said. You smiled. You and Will had talked about kids. You wanted one. You were working for one when Jack spiked both yours and Will’s stress levels. 

“Good for Margot,” Will said.

“Good for me. I carried him. He’s my son. He’s the Verger heir.” You smiled. 

“Then what are you doing here? You’re set for life,” you pointed out. 

“There are only five doors between Hannibal and the outside. And I have the keys to every one of them,” she said. A daily ‘gotcha’ to Hannibal. Will admired that. “Hannibal has never been great with boundaries. ‘He who sups with the Devil needs a long spoon’.” 

“I am not letting him in, Alana. Don’t worry about me,” Will said. She looked at you sympathetically. 

“Last time, it didn't’ end with you Will.” 

-

“I want you to stay here,” Will said, standing outside Hannibal’s cell door. He hadn’t stepped inside yet. Hannibal could not see him. You scoffed.

“We’ve been over this. I follow you, even if you say no.”

“This time, I mean it. I think I’ll get more out of him if he isn't’ distracted with you.” You raised an eyebrow.

“You sure you aren’t jealous?” He gave you a look. “Fine, fine. Please be quick.” 

Will stepped into the room, leaving you outside to wait. Hannibal looked up at him from his desk.

“This is a very shy boy, Will. I’d love to meet him,” Hannibal said. He looked around. “Just us?” 

Will nodded.

“Just us.” 

“Have you considered the possibility that he’s disfigured? Or that he may believe he’s disfigured?” Hannibal asked. 

“That’s interesting.”

“That’s not interesting. You thought of that before.” Will nodded. 

“He smashed all the mirrors in the houses, not just enough to get the pieces he wanted. The shards are set so he can see himself. In their eyes. Mrs. Jacobi and Mrs. Leeds. And their families,” Will said. Hannibal pulled out the picture of a dead Mrs. Jacobi. 

“Could you see yourself in their eyes, Will? Killing them all?” 

Will instantly regretted leaving you outside. 

The two boys imagined themselves in the crime scenes, looking across the dead bodies of the families. 

“The first small bond to the killer itches and stings like a leech,” Hanibal said. “Like you, Will, he needs a family to escape what’s inside him.” Wills head shot up but he did not look at Hannibal. “You know a fair amount about how these families died. How they lived is how he chooses them.”

“How is he choosing them?” Will asked.

“I was surprised to hear you actually married Y/N. Not because I thought you weren’t a match made in heaven but it made more sense for you to start a family from scratch. No one that had even an inkling of me in their eyes. Find a mom with a stepson or daughter, not having to breed. You know better than to pass the terrible traits that you fear the most,” Hannibal said. Will did not look at him. Hannibal continued. “But Y/N wants children with you. How will you stand to look at a child you may have ruined before they were even born?” 

Will desperately wished he hadn’t left you outside. 

“Why are there no descriptions of the grounds? I see floor plans, diagrams of the rooms where the deaths occured, no mention of the grounds. What were the yards like?” Hannibal continued, satisfied with how he had shaken Will’s personal life. 

“Big, fenced, with trees. Why?” 

“If this pilgrim feels a special relationship with the moon, he might like to go outside and look at it before he tidies himself up. If one were nude, say, it would be better to have outdoor privacy for that sort of thing. One must show some consideration for the neighbors, hmmm? Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will?” 

Will suddenly saw himself in place of the killer, naked, drenched in pitch black blood. 

Will snapped back and nodded quickly.

“Thank you Dr. Lecter,” he said before stumbling out of the door. You sat on the outside in one of the waiting chairs. Will looked over at you and seemed to relax but not completely. 

“Will?” 

He grabbed you and you stood up quickly, hugging him tightly. He buried his head in your neck and you let him, rubbing your back.

“This is why you don’t go without me places,” you muttered. He scoffed but his breathing was already evening again. “What did he say?” He moved back and shook his head softly.

“We’ll talk about it later. I want to see the backyards.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, I suppose.” 

He walked out of the asylum, holding your hand tightly. Freddie snapped a couple pictures from the bushes.

-

“Have you come to wag your finger?” Hannibal asked as Alana entered the room behind him. 

“I love a good finger-wagging.”

“Yes, you do. How is Margot?” Alana ignored the remake as she gleaned down at the picture of her as Botticelli’s Fortitude.

“Your cogs are turning, Hannibal. I can hear them clicking.”

“Click, click, click, boom,” he whispered. 

“I don’t know what you’re planning with the Grahams. But you’re planning something. Why wouldn’t you be? You’ve already cracked the lid, can’t resist peeling it back.” 

Hannibal pursed at the name. Alana noticed this. 

“You can’t comment on her last name anymore you know. They’re married. She is, in the eyes of the law, a Graham now.” Hannibal stiffened.

“They came to me,” Hannibal said, ignoring her words.

“Yes, they did.” 

“I advised them against it.”

“I’m sure.” 

“Are you suggesting I don’t have Y/N and Will’s best interests in mind?” he asked. Alana scoffed.

“I’m stating it as a fact.”

-

You stepped into the room with Hannibal’s cage. He looked up, quite surprised to see you. You held your purse in both hands, stepping closer to the cage. 

“Hello love,” he said quietly. You let his words fall off of you like rain. They stayed for a moment, dripping down your arm before hitting the ground. “I don’t imagine you’re here to talk about the murder cases.” You shook your head softly. He walked up to the glass quietly. You stepped close to it, so you were really only a couple of inches apart. 

“I came to yell at you,” you said. He raised an eyebrow.

“Whatever for?” You smiled gently and shrugged.

“Lots of things. Firstly, you didn’t kill Jack when you got the chance. I’ll never forgive you for not feeding him to me in soup.” His eyes went wide.

“Careful Y/N. Alana watches these tapes.” 

“She would probably agree with me.” You took a deep breath. “Secondly, not coming to my wedding. I know you were otherwise indisposed but I thought it was rather rude.” 

“I thought it was rude of you to get married.” You shook your head playfully. The same banter. Joking with a cannibal serial killer. Just another Tuesday.

“Third, I told you to leave.” The air seemed to calm. 

“Does Will know you’re here?” 

“No. I didn’t tell him.” 

“Did he tell you he’s scared of his own children?” You raised a finger, shaking it gently. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Will is no longer my boyfriend I dated a couple of months. He’s my husband. You can’t wedge yourself between us no matter how hard you try.” You wanted to put your hand against the glass but you didn’t. “But I miss you.”

“Where do you work nowadays?” You shrugged.

“I had to get another secretary job but I’ve mostly worked up enough to take this amount of leave. My last employer wasn’t exactly the best reference.” He laughed. 

“I suppose you’re right.” He paused. “Eating well?” 

“Better. No people in the diet these days.” 

“Pity.” 

-

“Will!” You broke Will out of his thoughts. You were standing in the back of the Jacobi house. Will had just found a small sign on one of the trees. He was about to get into it but you had broken him out of his mind. “It’s Freddie.” 

Will walked out from the trees and shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“Now are you just keeping America clean or is that evidence?” Freddie asked. 

“You’re trespassing, Freddie,” Will said sternly.

“I was trespassing before the blood dried.  When did they call you? Interesting to see The Bloody Valentines back at action. Beautiful ceremony by the way.”

“We aren’t talking to you,” Will said, grabbing your arm. You followed him.

“We’re co conspirators, Will. I did for you and your cause.”

“You didn’t die enough. You came into my hospital room while I was asleep. You flipped back the sheets and shot a picture of my temporary colostomy bag,” Will said, turning to her. 

  “Covered your junk with a black box. A big black box. You’re welcome,” she said.

“Justly so,” you argued carefully. 

“You culled us the ‘murder threesome’. Little crude, don't you think?” 

“You did run off to Europe together. Doesn’t help that the two of you ended up getting married. How does the Tooth Fairy compare to Hannibal Lecter? Haven’t seen anything like this since the Massacre at Muskrat Farm. Funny thing about that massacre. Not only did Dr. Bloom survived, she got rich. Lecter’s living in the lap under her care. What kind of arrangement you suppose they have?” Freddie asked. 

“A complicated one,” you said sternly. 

“Couldn’t be more complicated than your relationship with Hannibal. Both of you. You paid him a visit? Before you lie, know that I know that you did,” she said quickly.

“Good-bye Freddie.”

-

“I read your note before my office forwarded it to the Grahams,” Jack said, standing in front of Will. Hannibal swallowed, understanding. 

“To whet their appetite or yours? You’ve placed him back in the pot and you’re letting him cook.”

“We’re all in this stew together.” 

“Arguable considering how close Y/N is to drowning you.” 

-

You stepped into the hotel room where Will was already sitting on the bed. You ran a hand through your hair and let the chilly cold wash over you as you entered the warm room. 

“How are the dogs?” he asked.

“Good. The dog sitters said they were missing us but other than that, they’re okay,” you promised. You looked down at the dog that was laying on the ground beside the bed. “She’ll be right at home with them.” 

You sat on the bed and Will sat up, putting his arms around you from behind. You smiled about him, happy to see he was feeling better.

“I’m worried about the kids,” he whispered.

“The kids who don’t exist?” He laughed gently.

“Yeah. I don’t want them to end up like me.” You nodded slowly.

“So that’s what Hannibal said that got you worked up.” You took in the information. “If the kid isn’t like you I don’t think I’d be able to love them as much as I love you.” 

It was his turn to take in the information. 

“You’re just saying that.”

“Nope. I’m serious. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I’ve had the pleasure of loving you Mr. Graham.” He kissed your neck gently and smiled to himself. 

“I love you too Mrs. Graham.”

You let out a small sigh of relief. 

 -

Will screamed as he sat up quickly, sweating aggressively, blankets flying. You got up just as quickly, turning to him but he had already gotten up, rushing into the bathroom. You followed him, sleep that had just taken you over long gone. 

You practically ran up to him. He was looking at himself in the mirror, fear in his eyes at his reflection. You grabbed him quickly and he turned to you, wrapping his arms around you. You didn’t speak. You didn’t ask questions. You just held him as close as you could get him.

Nightmares had come back. Neither of you had had those in a while. You rubbed his back and let him breath. 

3x10

[jerzwriter]

A Cheesy Halloween Story

Book: Open Heart (set in Book 2)

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, MC (Kaycee MacClennan), Bryce Lahela, Sienna Trinh

Rating: Teen

Summary: Ethan refuses to be Mickey to Kaycee's Minnie. But when it’s Bryce to the rescue, he’s none too pleased.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: This is an AU and just fun and silliness and dedicated to @danijimenezv. Happy Halloween, y’all!

A/N 2: I didn't get a chance to edit... I'll get to it eventually, so forgive the typos and such! :)

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It was already two hours after her shift ended, but Kaycee was sitting on the floor of the diagnostic team office, pouring over journals in an attempt to learn more about their most recent case. Ethan was sitting at his desk conducting his research online. He had already asked her if she would move to the table, the couch, anyplace but the floor two times. It drove him crazy. He considered asking a third, but he knew he’d get the same result, and, as much as it pained him, he was still trying to keep his distance, limit their contact. His stint in the Amazon hadn’t done nearly as much as he had hoped to quell his feelings for her. In fact, it had done nothing at all.

The knock on the door was soft, but the room was so quiet it still startled them both.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to alarm you,” Sienna said softly. “Kaycee, I just wanted to see if you needed anything for your costume. We’re going to the craft store tonight. I figured you’d be getting out of here too late to join us.”

“Correct on that. I need white felt for the dots on my skirt, and I’m still not sure I love my tail. So, if you see anything better.”

He wanted to avoid the conversation but scrunched nose and line that formed between his brow after hearing the word “tail” made him feel like he was already, involuntarily, involved.

“I’ll see what I can do. Dr. Ramsey, are you getting dressed up for the Halloween Party in pediatrics?”

He tilted his head as he stared at her incredulously.

“Have I ever done anything to indicate that I would dress up for a Halloween party?”

“No,” she answered nervously, “but it’s for the kids, and I know that you care about the patients, so I thought…”

“There are already plenty of volunteers, Dr. Trinh, I’m not needed. Plus, I think they would appreciate doctors who are more kid-friendly.”

Kaycee had tried against her better judgment. Her heart was crushed when he left. When he didn’t return her calls. When he returned and spoke of his “reset.” But the way he all but ignored her since that time stung most of all. Not wanting to set herself up for any more rejection, she tried to steer clear of him and stick to work topics, too. Yet, for some reason, tonight, she felt like pushing the envelope.

“I think you’re perfectly fine with young patients, Dr. Ramsey. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

“Hmmm,” he mumbled, never taking his eyes off of his computer.

“I am looking for a Mickey.”

And there was that scrunched nose and wrinkled brow again.

“A Mickey?”

“Yes. I’m going to be Minnie Mouse, and I’d really like someone to be Mickey with me. For the kids… are you interested? I could get the costume together when I finish mine.”

The look Ethan shot her told her all she needed to know.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t offer it to you first.”

_______________

A couple of hours later, organizing her belongings outside of the office door, finally ready to head home when she spotted Bryce walking wearily down the hall after a long surgery.

“Hey, there, you look like you need a bed and a good night's sleep.”

“Sure do,” he said yawning, “heading to the on-call room now. I’m too tired to even make it home.”

“Are you sure? I can help you get there.”

“I appreciate it, but I’ll be fine here. I’ll get more rest if I cut my commute out.”

“OK, then sleep tight.”

“Wait, I was actually looking for you earlier, Sienna mentioned the party in Peds.”

“Are you dressing up?”

“I’d like to. She mentioned you needed a partner.”

Sitting just inside the office, Ethan’s ears piqued. He had nothing against Lahela, flashy and pompous as he was; he was a good surgeon and knew he was a good friend to Kaycee. A friend. But Ethan always suspected there had been more… and he wasn't far off. He had no right to be jealous or to care in any way, but hearing the word “partner” in any form while he was speaking to Kaycee made his blood start to simmer.

“I do!” She answered gleefully, “Would you be interested?”

“Hey, anytime I can team up with you is a win. If we can make sick kids smile while doing it, even better.”

Sometimes, when he flashed that megawatt smile, Kaycee wondered why she ever backed away from him in favor of Ramsey. It would have been easier. It would have been simpler. Maybe it could be?

“Now, before you commit. I should warn you that means being Mickey Mouse.”

“Mickey?”

“Yep, I’m going to be Minnie. So, if Mickey isn’t sexy enough for you,” she giggled.

Ethan slammed a book shut, relieved that no one outside the office heard him.

“Hey, the mouse was once a sex symbol you know.”

“You don’t say!” Kaycee laughed.

Ethan shook his head. How could she laugh at that? It’s idiotic.

“No, I made it up.”

No shit.

“But, if I’m Mickey Mouse, Mickey will be sexy just by virtue of the fact that… I will be Mickey Mouse.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. Jesus Christ.

“Bryce, you’re the best!”

He nervously tapped his pen on the desk as he watched her silhouette hugging Lahela through the shades covering the office’s glass walls.

“I promise you,” she continued, “I’ll make the costume as befitting of your beauty as possible.”

“Hey, we will be the HOTTEST damn mice duo in the history of mice duos. Maybe after we can hit Donahues?”

“That sounds like a plan!”

They were getting too close. He didn’t like it. He knew it would only be a matter of time before she met someone new, I mean it was Kaycee… smart, beautiful, funny, kind… anyone who didn’t want her would be a damn fool. But he hoped it wouldn’t be someone at Edenbrook. Not someone he’d have to watch her smile at, flirt with, or more. She’d have no reason to hide a relationship with Bryce, which means Ethan would have a front-row seat. The thought was unbearable.

____________________

Three days later it felt like half of the staff of Edenbrook was dressed to impress. Impress the judges of their annual Halloween costume contest, that is. Various superheroes, princesses, and cartoon characters littered the halls. While it was never his thing, per se, it never bothered Ethan. But this year scanning the crowd for any sight of the rodents had him more cantankerous than usual. He was so focused on looking for her he bumped right into Sienna.

“Oh, I’m sorry Dr. Ramsey!”

Sienna was dressed as Tinkerbell, and as would be expected, her costume was perfection. Perhaps it was seeing her in such a sweet ensemble that made Ethan realize just how nervous she appeared each time she saw him. He felt like an ass.

“No need to apologize, Dr. Trinh, that was completely on me. Also, you make a lovely Tinkerbell, if I must say so myself.”

“Why thank you,” she smiled, “will you be joining us for the party later?”

“I’m afraid not, but please enjoy yourself.”

Giving up his quest of being a human mousetrap, he decided to return to the office and put this all out of his head. But when he walked in, she was sitting at the conference table. Her legs crossed and leaning on her elbows as she poured over her charts. How did she make a Minnie Mouse costume look so damn appealing? The skirt wasn’t short, but it was short enough. The black tights, and… he needed to look away.

“Shouldn’t you be heading to Peds?” he asked passing her by.

“Yes, but I just needed to look at some results that came in.”

“There is nothing pressing, it could wait until after. Or, if you prefer, I can handle them for you.”

“Thanks, but you know my patients come first. The party hasn’t started yet. I’ll be fine.”

“Hello there!”

The voice was too boisterous, to happy, and too cocky for a man dressed as a damn mouse. Too bad Kaycee disagreed.

“Bryce!” she squealed as she jumped from the table to hug him.

“Mickey & Minnie reunited again!”

He took out his phone and they took a selfie, Ethan rolled his eyes as they both immediately posted it to Pictagram.

“Oh, and look at this,” Bryce grinned. He pulled a string cheese from his pocket breaking a piece off and putting it in Kaycee's mouth.

Kaycee laughed; Ethan seethed.

“What’s a mouse without cheese?” She grinned.

“Especially you, you live for cheese!”

“I sure do!”

Sienna appeared at the door and smiled.

“Oh my God! You two look great!! We’re going to start heading over, are you ready?”

“Sure, I am ready to make some sick kids happy,” Kaycee beamed.

Bryce looked over his shoulder at Ethan, “Dr. Ramsey, are you joining us? You should come.”

“He can’t,” Kaycee immediately interrupted, “All staff have to be costumed at this event.”

Why? He asked himself. Why did he suddenly have a compelling desire to go to this party? He knew exactly why, but denial ran deep with this man.

“I could go. I can go as a doctor.”

He saw a glint of annoyance in her eyes, a tribute to his observational skills.

Now. Now he wants to go?

“That doesn’t count, Dr. Ramsey. The idea is to give the children a day free of having to “see” any doctors of nurses.”

“I know. Why don’t you just go, go off and entertain children.”

“We will,” she grinned grabbing Bryce’s hand. “Are we ready Mickey?”

“I was born ready, Minnie, let’s do this.”

He watched them walk down the hall together, laughing animatedly most of the way, their awkward tails swaying behind them. And he could hear her laugh. Her beautiful, warm, enchanting laugh became fainter and fainter as she moved away. Maybe he was delusional, maybe he was unrealistic, maybe he was insane, but he was going to that party. There was no way she was going to let him be alone with her. But he needed a costume. He had an idea.

He took the elevator to the lobby and visited the hospital gift shop. They had to have something that he could use to make a half-assed costume know, didn’t they? His eye was immediately drawn to the kid's section, there were little tutus – that wasn’t happening on any level, a few firemen costumes that wouldn’t have fit him even 30 years ago, it wasn’t looking good.

“Can I help you,” the volunteer asked.

“I was looking for something to use as a costume, for the party in pediatrics, but it looks like I’m a little too big for any of your offerings.”

“You’re going to the party in peds?”

“I want to, but you need to be in…”

“A costume, yes. I think I can help you.”

“How?”

“I have a costume I was supposed to wear to a party after work, but my husband isn’t feeling well, so I’m just going to be home with him. It says one size fits all, and it’s still in the package,” she said handing him the bag. “I hope you can use it.”

“Thank you, you have no idea how much I….” his voice stopped as he looked down at the package.

“Cheese?”

“Yes,” she grinned.

“You were planning on being… cheese?!”

“Well, it was a couple’s costume. My husband was going to be a bottle of wine, and I was going to be….”

“Cheese…”

“Yes, wine and cheese, you know…”

“Oh, I get it. I do.”

“So, are you going to be cheese?” She smiled.

“If I want to see what the mice are doing, I guess I have no other choice.”

I’m going to have to transfer hospitals. There is no other way around this. At a minimum, I’m going to therapy. What the hell is it about this woman that possesses me to do this. I have to be out of my goddamned mind.

But he pushed the door to the Peds wing open and marched inside. Most of the staff looked at him in shock, either in pure horror or doing all that they could to contain their laughter. After all, he may have been dressed as a hunk of cheese now, but it was still Dr. Ramsey, and no one wanted that tongue lashing.

Good, he thought, at least I don’t have to endure….

And there was that laugh again. But this time fully unleashed, completely untamed, and roaring. He turned around and saw the well-dressed mouse doubled over in laughter.

“Is there an issue, Dr. MacClennan?”

“Oh,” she said, wiping tears from her face, “there are so many issues. Like, you’re currently a hunk of cheese! Most of us knew you were a hunk, but… of cheese?”

He smiled despite himself. “I’m here for the kids, Rookie.”

Her eyes lit up. Rookie. She hadn’t heard that name since Miami and hearing it again warmed her heart. Even if it was coming from a grown man in a cheese costume with a sheepish grin on his face.

“You’re really here for the kids?” She smiled.

“Oh, hell no!” Bryce said barreling down the hall toward them. “He is here for the best mice and cheese selfie in the history of mice and cheese selfies.”

“There’s a history?” Sienna asked from the side.

“I’m not taking a…”

“You are so taking a…”

“No, I’m no…”

“Mommy! Mommy!” a young patient squealed, “Look, Mommy! The mouse is going to eat up the cheese.”

“Would you like a picture of the mice and cheese, little girl.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted.

Her mother’s eyes lit up as she held her young daughter on her hip.

“You guys are a godsend! I haven’t seen her this happy over anything since her surgery.”

Kaycee shot Ethan a smug but tender look.

“So, Dr. Ramsey.”

He looked at the little girl and smiled.

“Let’s get this over with,” he whispered.

“OK, you should get between us,” Bryce instructed, “I think that would be the best aesthetic.”

“For the love of God.”

“Come on, just say cheese.”

“If this goes on Picta, I’ll have you both fired.”

“No, you won’t,” she smiled.

“The things you get me to do, Rookie.”

“I didn’t tell you to be cheese. Next year, just go along with the costume I plan, OK.”

“You have my word.”

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

Here to Misbehave (Pt. 3 | S.R.)

Summary: Spencer decides to return to a previous tryst. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Dom!Spencer, handcuffs, hair pulling, oral, fingering, penetrative sex, rough sex Word Count: 9k

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It was a Saturday night and I had nothing to do. My roommate had gone home for the weekend and all my other friends were at bars. I could've joined them, but it just didn't seem worth it. The last time had been so perfect, I just couldn't imagine that anything else could compare.

I'd tried going back to the same area a few times, but I never saw him again. Then again, seeing me back there might just piss him off. Then again, that would've been okay, too. He was pretty cute when he was mad.

But I wasn't looking at a cute boy that night. No, I was just sitting in my apartment, staring at the textbook that I wasn't even interested in reading. Wishing that something could save me from the boring limbo I had found myself in.

Then, like magic, my phone stirred to life beside me.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

I looked down at the LED, fully expecting it to just be someone tagging me in a picture of a cat. But it wasn't. The number was one I had saved in my phone, hoping that I would see it pop up again one day.

It had been almost a month. I didn't think it would ever happen. But there it was; a text message from Dr. Reid himself.

"Hey (y/n)."

When I slid the message open, I saw he was still typing.

"Long time no talk," was his second message.

That was an understatement.

"Hey yourself."

It was a cursory response. I wanted him to sweat a bit. He'd made me wait, so now he had to deal with the consequences. But then I changed my mind and immediately followed with a second text of, "Texting isn't talking you know."

"You never called. Why should I?" His response was so quick I swore he'd planned this all out in his head. He was playing me like a chess board. Bet he was good at that, too.

"It takes two to tango, Dr. Reid," I jokingly replied.

He read the message, but he didn't answer.

Getting nervous that he was losing interest, I continued typing.

"I figured you wouldn't want to see me again after I made you late. Are those marks still there?"

I smiled at the memory, because I knew he wasn't there to call me out for it. By the time he'd finally made it down to his ride, I had covered his neck in petechiae and his back was equally marked with scratches.

I'd wanted him to remember me.

It'd worked, too.

He'd been typing for a while and I was getting anxious. It had been a bold message to send, and I didn't really think it through.

Was he trying to let me down easy? No, that didn't make any sense. Who the fuck texts a one night stand at 10:30 PM on a Saturday after not speaking for a month just to end things?

He responded.

"Sadly, no. And I wouldn't be so quick to assume I don't want to see you because of that... Revenge is a powerful motivator."

That was the cheeky bastard I wanted to see. I could be cheeky, too.

"Is it?" I asked.

"Where are you tonight?"

His answers were starting to make my heart race. I had to get ready, because he was definitely about to ask me to be his booty call and I was definitely going to do it. Closing my textbook, I shot back another teasing reply.

"Not a club. I'm being a good girl tonight. All by my lonesome."

Thank god my roommate wasn't here and I had somehow been bored enough to clean today. I pulled out my make up and turned the light on my mirror on. As I started to apply it, I got a message that immediately solidified my answer to his inevitable proposition.

"Do you want to change that?"

'God, yes, I do.'

I waited another minute, wanting to be able to finish at least the bare minimum before he saw me. I knew he wasn't a superficial guy, but the last time he'd seen me I had gone full out.

"Which part?" I responded, already knowing his answer.

"Both."

So unpredictable in the most satisfying way.

I took a deep breath and a pause, tapping back a confident reply.

"Are you trying to entrap me, Agent?"

His reply was within seconds, and I was immediately reminded of how incredibly clever this man was. He knew exactly what to say to make me melt.

"Is that what you want?"

I wanted to pick up the phone, dial, and scream yes. But I didn't, opting instead for a calm and composed, "That would certainly be exciting."

My application grew significantly quicker, and I was already eyeing the special drawer I had for these exact situations. My mind was running through my collection of sheer fabrics and lace details, trying to decide what would work best.

Then he said the magic words:

"Send me your address."

Spencer was coming over, and it wasn't a dream. I was going to have that strange, brilliant, beautiful man back in my arms and I wasn't going to fuck it up. With shaking hands, I thumbed out my address with no other commentary. In a few seconds, I would know how long I had until Spencer Reid was in my apartment.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes."

Thank god. It was time enough to prepare.

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Spencer Reid was going to be at my door at any minute, and I was suddenly terrified that he'd be disappointed. Convinced that I'd done everything wrong.

We'd had a good time before, right? I'd played over and over again in my head ever since it happened. I was reminded of the soft way he'd touched me in the morning, the childish laughs we'd shared, and the smell of his cologne on the sheets.

God, I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.

Knock Knock Knock.

When I heard the sound, I immediately tried to fix my appearance in the mirror despite having spent the last 20 minutes doing whatever I could given the time. I had opted for one of my easier-to-remove loungewear pieces. A simple white lace negligee. He seemed like he'd like simple. The little hint of purity, however silly, would also probably appeal to him.

Slowly exhaling, I composed myself before opening the door.

"Hello, Dr. Reid."

He looked as handsome as ever, although I did have the distinct impression that it had been awhile since he had a full nights sleep. I wondered why, but decided not to dwell on it. 

"Hello yourself," he responded, his eyes ravaging my figure the very moment I stepped out from behind the door. He waited for me to take a step back and fully open the door before he walked in, and I watched the way he scanned my apartment.

I wondered what he saw.

"How can I help you, Agent?"

It was a tease, and based the look on his face when he finally turned to me, it took him a moment to figure it out. He was too much in his work brain. I could feel it. I'd never seen him at work, but I could tell.

"You seem tense," I spoke coyly, stepping closer and running my hands up his chest and onto his shoulders.

He didn't speak; instead his gaze bored into me, like he was going to lose his composure any second. But he held himself back. 

"Can I help you with that?"

That dark shine in his eyes was getting stronger.

"That depends."

As he spoke the words, he finally touched me, a sneaky hand finding its way to my hip. I gasped at the sensation and my eyes fluttered shut. He always had this immediate intoxicating effect on me that I just couldn't explain. I didn't care to, either. I just wanted to keep feeling it.

"Hmm... On what?" I murmured.

I tried to keep track of his hand as it sneaked to my lower back before pulling me closer. I tilted my head to look up at him as I opened my eyes. I just wanted to see that look again. That starved, possessive stare that made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

Although he appeared stoic, I knew there was something brewing. I knew that he was reveling in the effect he had on me.

Such a quiet, peculiar mind.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, and I recognized the question as something deeper.

He was asking me for my limits. He wanted me to tell him what he was allowed to do. I didn't know how to tell him that I would do anything for him.

How could he not already know my answer? Perhaps it was just his attempt at being a gentleman. But I didn't need him to do all of that tonight. I'd much rather see something more... feral.

"Whatever you need," I answered as sweetly as I could. 

I heard his soft chuckle. It brought a smile to both of our lips, and he used his free hand to stroke the side of my face. I quickly leaned into his touch, trying to prolong the contact for as long as I could. 

"Is that so?"

Yes, I thought before saying, "Anything."

His thumb glided over my cheek and to my lips, gently separating them as he stared at me with a morbid curiosity. He was wondering how far he could actually push me. So was I.

In lieu of an answer, I slipped his thumb into my mouth, running my tongue up it before closing around it. The gentle sucking was mixed with soft rotations of my tongue. His breathing rate increased as he stepped forward and pressed his body flush against mine.

"And if you change your mind?"

What a gentleman.

I wouldn't change my mind, but I chose to indulge him with the proper form. I released his thumb and held my mouth open for a second before biting down on my bottom lip.

"Hmmm," I hummed as I thought about what I might be able to say to set him off.

I needed a safe word that would drive him wild. The thing was, I only knew a few of his interests. But I did know enough.

"Starship," I giggled, a little nod to the enterprise we'd already bonded over.

The effect the word had on him was immediate. His hand shifted to hold my chin. He used that grip to push me against the wall to the side of us, and our mouths connected just as harshly.

What a ridiculously sexy nerd.

The impact of my back against the wall was nothing compared to the fire coursing through my veins. My hands scrambled to grab onto his belt buckle, already trying to unwrap the present meant just for me tonight.

Once I'd gotten the metal separated, I smiled into the sloppy, heated kiss. He stopped, pulling away just enough to look down at my satisfied grin. He didn't say anything.

"What's that look for?" I said with half-veiled bashfulness.

Had he noticed something strange that I hadn't intended to display? Was I going too fast?

"Nothing. It's just..."

'Please don't be something I did wrong.'

"You're so cute when you think you're in charge."

I couldn't control the way my hips rolled against the front of him as he spoke, and I licked my lips before concluding, "I am in charge."

I don't know how Spencer was so fast, but he was. Within seconds, he had both of my wrists pinned against the wall behind me. Just as quickly, he shifted so he could hold them both up with one hand, the other lifting the side of negligee so he could touch the skin of my hip. I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Adorable," he whispered to me.

Naturally, my body reacted by trying to regain control, to touch him more somehow. He knew this, which is why he took a step back, letting go of my wrists and watching them fall back to my control.

"Are you challenging me, Dr. Reid?"

He gave a content, sarcastic smile before shrugging.

"No, I'm not, actually. It's not a challenge if I already know I'm going to win."

I could barely notice the way I puffed out my own chest in response, ready to give him the challenge he was so clearly begging for.

"Fine."

I put my hands in the air in surrender, turning and strutting my fine ass down the hallway in front of him. I didn't turn around, and I didn't tell him to follow. He would. I was confident in that.

I took a seat on the side of my bed, crossing my legs over the other and looking down at my nails with a bored expression. Before I knew it, he was crossing the threshold into my room. He walked up to me, his hands in his pockets and a voice filled with too much confidence.

"I know what you're doing."

He had something up his sleeve. I could feel it.

"What am I doing, Dr. Reid?"

The way he approached me reminded me of a hunt. The cautious, quiet strides toward me were purposeful. He stopped just in front of me, with my foot resting against his shin.

"I thought I already warned you what would happen if you did this."

"Do what?" I feigned innocence, raising my hand to my neck before perching my chin on it and leaning forward.

"Tease me."

That time when his hand made contact, it was on the top of my head. He ran a gentle hand over my hand, and the feather light touches almost tricked me. I'd almost thought he just wanted to appease me. To end my temper tantrum. But shortly after he had gripped the back of my hair in his hand and used the new grip to roughly tilt my head back to him.

"I thought you said you were going to be a good girl tonight?"

I bit down harshly on my lip to stifle my giggle as he tightened his grip.

"Oops," I said with a smile.

Suppressing my laughs enough to string together a sentence, I pressed my hands against his chest while he maintained his grip on my hair.

"I guess if you really want me to be a good girl, Dr. Reid... You'll have to make me."

That instruction was what I needed to break the man in front of me. It was the command he'd been waiting for; the bait for him to finally take what he came for.

Before I knew it, he had spun me around. He abruptly yanked my arms behind me at the same time he bent me over the side of the bed. An unfamiliar, harsh, and fucking freezing material on my wrists told me all I needed to know. The clanking of the short chain when he released my hands was music to my ears.

That beautiful son of a bitch actually brought his handcuffs.

"At least one of us follows orders," I joked, happily remaining on display for the man behind me.

I'm sure he noticed earlier that there wasn't anything blocking him from taking what he wanted underneath the negligee. But he didn't take it. Instead, he pulled me up by the chain, letting me teeter onto my feet before he twirled me back to face him.

"Get ready to learn."

Spencer slowly began removing his tie from his neck while he watched me squirm. His threat raised the tension in the room, but he gave me no clue as to what he was about to make me do.

I couldn't wait.

Once he had removed his tie, he unbuttoned his shirt. It was infuriating not being able to touch him, and I was quickly becoming impatient. It was shocking that it somehow wasn't awkward. I guess I just liked him that much. My thighs were pressed together, and the friction from rubbing them back and forth was the only stimulation I could find right now.

He raised his eyebrows as he noticed, shooting me a warning glance that I knew meant to stop. I did, but only because I was worried he would make me wait even longer if I didn't.

"Get on your knees."

I swayed back and forth, prying my hands apart to shake the chain holding my hands back.

"I can't," I said with a pout.

Spencer seemed to be entertained, and for a moment I thought he might give in.

He leaned over, a quiet breath in my ear as he gave a few words of caution.

"Get on your knees or I will bend you over mine."

My legs shook at the way his breath felt on my ear, and the words made me want to melt. As always, he knew exactly how to get me to do what he wanted.

Deciding that I didn't want to be a full on brat right off the bat, I gradually lowered down to my knees and threw him yet another pout from my new position.

"I want to touch you," I whined before tugging at the chain again.

He must have known it was a test. I had been so open to the hand cuffs being on before, and I still was. I just wanted to see how much power my pout had. Judging from his response, my puppy dog eyes didn't have very much power at all.

"You don't need your hands for that."

In a twisted sort of way, I was glad. I wanted him to do whatever he needed. I wanted to be what he needed. I would be the fight he could always win.

So, when he finally pulled his pants down and let them fall to the ground in front of me, I leaned forward to reach him.

I was quickly stopped by stern hand fisting my hair once more, leaving me hanging in front of him with nothing fun to show for it. He didn't say anything, just watching me as I returned soft whines and rubbing my legs together again.

"For a brat, you're very eager. You don't even realize you're challenging my authority, do you?"

Per usual, he was right. Even on my knees and handcuffed before him, I was trying to take back my control. He at least offered me the control over my neck again, though. He released my hair, smoothing it over the top of my head as he licked his lips. I couldn't take my eyes off them.

"Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just let you beg."

I bounced on my knees, trying to express what I wanted without resorting to outright begging. Not yet.

"I'll listen to you, I promise." 

"Good," he acknowledged. "Open your mouth."

I obeyed, as I'd just said I would, opening my mouth wide with my tongue forward to receive him. As he pushed into my mouth, he would only give me a couple inches before retreating. He continued this pattern until he had gotten over half of it into my mouth.

That time, he paused, granting me a pleased groan as he let his head fall back. I responded in earnest, continuing to move forward as my tongue swiped over whatever it could reach. When I pulled back, I barely released any of him before going even further forward. I looked up at his face to see if he was impressed.

He was.

Shortly after, I choked as he hit the back of my throat. I receded enough to take a deep breath through my nose. I wished I could use my hands, but I appreciated the novelty of the cuffs for at least this one time.

I swore he heard my thoughts. Because after I finished my breath, his hands found the back of my head and pulled me even further onto him. If my hands were busy, he would just use his own.

That time as I choked, I swallowed. I could feel him slip further down my throat, blocking the air supply just for a second. When he pulled me back, I knew this was just the beginning.

Once he knew what I was capable of, he was ready to take control for good.

Sure enough, he set a moderate pace of thrusting into my throat, keeping direct eye contact with me as he did so. I paid all my attention on making sure I timed my breath, feeling tears prick the inside of my eyes as I let him take over.

He was so beautiful like this. I thought about what it must be like for him at his job, that I was the first thing he came to. I decided right then, that he would never feel powerless with me. I would be anything he needed.

Suddenly, his pace slowed down, eventually coming to a stop. He slipped himself out of my mouth, and the strings of spit snapped onto my chin. I couldn't do anything to stop the running make up or saliva with both of my hands behind my back.

I was certain I looked like an absolute mess. My knees were weak from the position, and Spencer had never looked so pleased. Bending over, he grabbed me under my arms and helped haul me  up onto the bed.

His hands casually wiped the tears from my cheeks, and he used the back of his hand to clean the area around my mouth.

"You are so beautiful," he uttered.

'Oh my god, I think I might love him.'

"You're not bad yourself," I croaked, my voice hoarse from what we'd just done.

"Tell me what you want," he dared me, his hand dropping from my hand down to my lap.

"Whatever you want."

It was the answer I had already promised him. I'd meant it before, and I'd meant it then.

He had still maintained eye contact, staring directly into my soul as he slipped his hand between my thighs. The lack of underwear made his job so much simpler, and I was thanking myself for not putting another barrier between the two of us.

Because as much as I wanted to be patient for him, I was growing desperate. Which is why when he finally touched me, his finger slid into my heat with ease. The slickness that had pooled was more than even I expected from the complete lack of stimulation I had received.

His finger wasn't there for long. He briskly removed it and held it up to my face before rubbing them together. He smiled as I struggled to breathe through the teasing.

"I've barely touched you... And yet..." he taunted, causing me to roll my hips, trying to get to something wholly out of my reach.

I was ready to start begging.

"Please, Spencer."

"Please what? Use your words."

He was loving it. He knew damn well that I had absolutely no control over what I wanted. I couldn't grab him, and I couldn't touch myself. All I could do was beg.

"Fuck me. Please."

It was as straightforward as I could possibly be.

"Still so impatient... so needy," he laughed, his hand returning to its place between my thighs.

I wailed as he began thumbing my clit. It was mind-numbing. He knew that I desperately wanted to be filled, and he was doing the exact opposite.

"Yes," I panted. "I need you. I need you to fuck me. Please."

Spencer didn't stop, continuing to stroke the bundle of nerves with quick, repetitive motions.

"Not yet, little girl," he growled in my ear.

It didn't take long for my cries to pick up, my hips rocking furiously as he drove me into my first orgasm. A steady flow of pants and cries were mixed with mangled attempts to call his name. He still didn't stop, refusing to touch me anywhere but the one spot until I finally ceased shaking.

I almost fell backwards, but he caught me with an arm around the waist. I could barely see straight, and ever such a gentleman, he held my delirious body upright for a moment. I could tell he was wondering if I was alright.

The concern mixed with overwhelming desire was too much. Even as he tortured me with pleasure, I could see what an incredibly kind man he was.

That was the only way this would work, I thought. I had to trust him. And I did. I trusted him with my life.

"Tell me what you want," he uttered, offering me a guilt-free retreat that I would not take.

"You," I purred. "I want you, Spencer."

Finally allowing himself to give in to both of our desires, Spencer turned me onto my stomach one more time. When I heard the crumpling noise of foil as he tore the condom wrapper open, I raised my hips into the air. I stood on my tip toes and rested my head and chest against the bed.

He didn't say anything else, lazily rubbing the head against my sex. A trembling, relieved sigh escaped my lips as I felt him breach my opening. He took his time inching into me, savoring the way I clenched around him as he stretched me open. I wished I could see the look on his face, but I could barely keep my eyes open as the rapture overtook me.

Once he was fully in me, he paused, grabbing hold of my locked wrists as yet another reminder that he was the one in charge. I

wasn't going to fight him if he kept it up, that was for sure.

Almost pulling himself entirely out, he jerked me back at the same time that he snapped his hips forward and bottomed out inside me. I yelled out at the sensation, which clearly urged him on. His pace went from composed to frenetic in a matter of seconds, and each time he would slam into me, I couldn't stop the loud moans and cries from spilling out of my mouth.

He didn't let them dissuade him. I was pretty sure that he very much enjoyed the fact that I couldn't control myself. That he was the one doing that to me. But, in typical, sympathetic Spencer fashion, he leaned over me from behind and wrapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the noises.

Didn't want to alert anyone of what was happening behind closed doors, after all.

I could barely breathe as he fucked me into the bed, my feet lifting off the ground from the sheer force he used in each thrust. I let him take out all his pent up frustration on me, enjoying the harsh sting as his skin slapped against mine.

I wasn't going to last much longer. We both knew that we were riding dangerously close to the edge. As much as I didn't want it to end, I was ready to fall off that cliff with him.

His thrusts became jagged and stunted, and my thighs tensed tightly together. I chanted his name into his hand, unable to control myself as I felt my muscles flutter around his cock, urging him to finish with me. He happily obliged, pulling me roughly back to him one more time. Our hips violently collided and he held me down as far as he could onto him before emptying himself into the latex.

I could feel the soft twitching of his cock, and I started to wonder things you're not supposed to wonder about a booty call. I'd come back to that later.

A booty call. A one-night-stand.

Were we still just that? I wasn't going to ask... yet.

It felt so cold when he peeled himself off my back and slowly removed all of himself from me. I whined at the friction following the overstimulation. My legs shook terribly as my feet scrambled to touch the floor.

I couldn't see him, but I heard him throwing the condom in the trash before going through his clothes. Soon after, his hands were gingerly repositioning mine, granting him access to remove the cuffs. Once he'd slipped them off, I realized just how numb my arms had gone. They flopped uselessly to my sides, and I struggled to move my fingers.

Spencer's arms were around me before I knew what was going on. Delicately, he turned me onto my back despite my protesting groans. His touch was so gentle in a way I can't explain. He was acting like I would shatter at his fingertips.

"Wait here," he spoke in a hushed voice, placing a gentle kiss against my cheek.

I would wait anywhere for him.

While I did just that, I moved just enough that my entire body was on the bed. I inched up to the pillows and waited to regain my strength. My wrists were irritated and dented, but I couldn't really care. If anything, it would serve as proof that this night wasn't just a wild fever dream.

I saw Spencer out of the corner of my eyes, carrying an assortment of items that I couldn't help but laugh at.

"I come bearing gifts," he snickered before gracelessly dropping two bottles of Gatorade, a bottle of Advil, and lotion onto my bed.

"My hero," I spoke through the daze as I watched him pull his underwear back on. Understanding that the Advil was to stop my wrists from hurting, I took a couple quickly before I couldn't help but snicker at the sight before me.

"Awwe. I like the way you look without them, though," I teased, motioning to bottom half. "You have a cute butt."

He just chuckled, sitting down next to me and pumping lotion into a hand before motioning for me to give him my wrist.

I turned onto my side and presented him with my hand. Once he started to work the tired, abused muscles, I watched his face. The way he carefully admired the muscles while he worked, like he was trying to rebuild my wrist to the way he found it. He was so careful.

After a few moments, he held out his hand to switch, to which I also obliged.

I muttered a soft, "Thank you."

He only gave me a fleeting glance before returning to our hands.

"It's the least I can do. After what you let me do."

It was a bit of a joke, but also very genuine. He didn't call it aftercare, but that's what this was. I was familiar with it.

He was good at it.

Once he was satisfied that my wrists were going to be okay, he turned to his side to look at me. I looked up at him and wondered if he noticed that I saw the world in his eyes. I wondered if he could sense the overwhelming joy that flowed between us. I wondered if it was just in my mind that it was going both ways.

"I hope you know that I really do appreciate you," he said with a surprisingly serious tone.

My heart fluttered in my chest in a very inappropriate manner.

"Is there anything you need from me?" he asked.

Yes, I wanted to answer. Everything.

I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn't.

This doesn't mean anything, I reminded myself. He was just doing what he had to.

"No," I lied, instead. 

I think he knew I was lying. Of course he knew. Nonetheless, he draped an arm over me and scooted closer to me until my head rested against his arm. He gave my forehead a chaste kiss, and moved his fingers unhurriedly against the bare skin of my back.

I could've fallen asleep just like that, but I didn't want to. I wanted to feel that close to him forever. The freedom and happiness flowing through me was so intoxicating that I'd started to think about my previous thoughts I had during sex.

He was about that age men started to want kids and...

"Do you want kids, Spencer?"

'Oh, fuck, did I say that out loud?'

He looked as surprised as me to hear the question, and for a moment his hands stopped clean in their tracks.

'Oh no.'

"Uhh," He cleared his throat, "Yeah, I do. Wh-Why do you ask?"

Although he continued to drag his fingers across my back, it was different now. He was suddenly much more distant. Because seriously, why the hell would he not? We barely knew each other, and I definitely sounded like a crazy person.

"I was just wondering. You're good at taking care of people."

It was true. If he noticed I was covering my ass, he didn't say anything about it. Thank god.

"I'm not actually too sure about that. Right now you just think I'm good at it because your body is coursing with endorphins and adrenaline. The chemical process of love is extremely finicky and easily mimicked. Especially post-orgasm. Once that goes away, you might find you feel differently about me."

I doubted it.

Still, I shifted away from him, backing up so I could see his face again.

He continued, "You know, almost half of women surveyed said they felt anxiety and overwhelming sadness after sex. They even coined a term for it, aside from the typical sub-drop discussed in communities of more extreme sex. 'Post-coital dysphoria.' It's a shame really, that the idea of reassurance after sex isn't more mainstream."

Sometimes it was easy for me to forget he was some kind of genius. I always saw him at his most confident, which happened to also be his most quiet. As he taught me about things that I definitely should have been taught in high school sex education (but was not), I was not filled with anxiety or sadness.

In fact, I was happy.

I didn't really know him that well yet, but I wanted to.

"I can see why people mistake sex for love sometimes, then," I mumbled, not realizing the weight behind my words. It seemed obvious to me in the moment that he wouldn't think I was talking about us.

But then he pulled his hand back, running it through his hair and clearing his throat again.

"Yeah," he agreed, nonetheless, "It's pretty common."

I took a deep breath, panicking on how to pull him back to me. I lightly stretched, shifting to sit up and put some literal distance between us before the figurative distance was too far.

"Well, no worries here, Dr. Reid. I can confidently say I am not in love with you."

I could feel his eyes following me. I said I was confident, because I was. I was not in love with him.

Was I falling in love with him? It was a different question. I didn't know the answer to that one.

I excused myself for a moment to go to the bathroom and freak out in isolation. I could not believe I was somehow incapable of controlling my words around him. He just had this face that made you want to spill your heart out to him.

Did he know that? Whatever. It was easier to blame him for being so damn cute.

When I made it back to the bed, he was already half-asleep. He looked so peaceful and unassuming compared to the dominating personality I had seen not even ten minutes ago. As quietly as I could, I sneaked into my side of the bed. He began to stir, so I came up behind him and wrapped an arm over his waist.

"You know, they say it's dangerous to stay the night after a one-night-stand," I whispered, resting my face on his shoulder. "People might get attached."

"Technically this would be a two night-stand, so I don't think the same rules apply," he grumbled before placing his hand over mine on his stomach.

"Well, if you really  want to get technical, we are a one-night-stand plus a booty call," I corrected, earning a playful scoff from the man beside me.

"Pretty sure those are mutually exclusive."

I tried to repeat to myself that he was just trying to be nice. He was doing what all people are supposed  to do after sex. It didn't mean anything, I tried to convince myself.

It didn't mean anything.

"You're right."

I still tried to convince myself. It still wasn't working.

Fuck it.

"We could be something more. If you want to," I suggested. I'd sounded absolutely bored by the idea on purpose, but it still hadn't been enough to convince him that I wasn't out here proposing marriage to a fucking bootycall. 

His entire body tensed under my touch, like my words had inflicted pain. From my position half on top of him I felt his chest stop moving as he held his breath.

I shouldn't have said it. It was easy to say that in hindsight. But the truth was, I wasn't the only one blaring sirens of my growing attached to the kindhearted man who'd just massaged my wrists. Spencer had always been the one to be blatantly affectionate with me. It was him who had wanted to make this a recurring habit in the first place.

He was the one that always chose to stay the night. He was the one who initiated it. It wasn't just me who wanted something more, but he had to be a stupid, proud man like the rest of them.

"(Y/n) I—"

I knew that tone. I'd heard it before. He was going to tell me he couldn't be with me. We couldn't 'date,' or whatever he'd convinced himself the mature version was of the juvenile phrase.

But I already knew that. He was a fucking FBI agent and he was 10 years older than me. I barely knew anything about him. Had he ever even had a girlfriend? Did he have one now? I didn't even know, and that wasn't what I'd asked. 

Still, he was struggling to come up with a way to let me down easy, and I didn't want to hear it. It was going to be a lie, anyway. So, I covered his mouth with my hand and stopped him before he ended things for good.

"Friends, Spencer. I meant we can be friends."

Suddenly, we could both breathe again.

"I'd like that."

The tension melted from the room, but only so much. There was still a wall between us. I wasn't sure if it'd ever go away, but that was a problem for another day. 

"Me too," I lied.

I didn't want to be friends. I was scared what 'friends' meant. I was nervous that what I'd done was give him an out to never talk to me again. I was petrified that he'd lose the ability to see me as anything more than a collection of mistakes he'd made.

I didn't tell him any of that. If he noticed, which I'm positive he did, he didn't say anything about it. I was sure he wouldn't. Because even though he was about to shut me down, I knew part of him was craving the intimacy I was willing to offer him. I figured I'd just have to do it quietly for the time being. Wouldn't be the first time a woman took responsibility for a man's feelings.

At least the sex was worth it.

I tried to pretend like that's all it was. After a minute of listening to his heart beating rhythmically underneath me, though, he rolled over once more. Unable to leave him behind just yet, I joined him. I turned so he could pull me as close to him as he wanted.

There was never a barrier between us when the words were removed. My body fit next to his like it had been molded for that purpose. I curled into the warmth and I savored the quiet moments that I was convinced could never come often enough.

As I drifted off into sleep in his arms, our legs tangled together like we were part of the same two headed beast.

My last thought of the night was the one I'd been trying to avoid.

I don't want to be friends, because friends don't do this.

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Waking up next to Spencer in my bed that morning was somehow even more ethereal than before. Although I'd shifted several times in my sleep, he'd found me in the darkness each time so that he could cling to me again.

I didn't want to move. I was worried I would wake him and we'd return to our previous lives like this had never happened. I thought back to how tired he had looked when he first got here. I still wasn't totally certain what a profiler is, but the haunted look in his eyes and the tension in his muscles told me it wasn't easy.

I ghosted my fingers over his hand splayed out on my stomach, and the touch only served to make him pull me closer to him.

He was like a child with his favorite toy, desperately seeking out the comfort only I could provide him. I continued to run my hands along his, eventually going up his arm and quietly giggling at the goosebumps that formed. I didn't want him to wake up, but I also didn't want him to be awoken with another notice that he had to leave.

I wondered what the morning would be like without a time limit.

When Spencer began to stir, the first thing he did was bury his face between my shoulder and neck. I giggled at the tickling sensation of his breath, and he responded by peppering the area with short, light kisses.

It was my favorite way to say good morning.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I said through the laughter. 

He didn't speak, just humming back contentedly as his kisses became more involved.

"Now who's the needy one?" I teased, tilting my head to grant him more access.

"Still you," he sighed against my skin.

"You know what I really need?" I began, starting the impossible task of turning onto my back while he refused to let go of his hold on me. "Coffee."

I couldn't help but laugh at the playful groan he released in response. He clearly agreed, and even followed the joyful sound with, "And they say the perfect woman doesn't exist."

It didn't mean anything, I warned my heart as it began to race. It was just a joke.

"Well, I didn't for the first ten years of your life. But don't worry, Dr. Reid. You have me now."

The brag, paired with the reminder of our age gap, earned me my release from his embrace. I was sad to lose it, but I'd also been scared of the effect it had on me.

"Your humility is my favorite part," he said in jest as he watched me squirm out from under his arm.

I stuck out my tongue, and he spoke again.

"Wait, never mind. I forgot about that part. That's my favorite part."

My face burned as I sucked it back in before pouting and climbing out of the bed. Grateful that I still had on my negligee, I stopped to pick up his clothes and tossed them onto the bed.

"Come on, lazy bones. I don't know how you like your coffee."

He just smiled, that gentle yet goofy look that told me he was enjoying himself. I didn't stay to watch him get dressed, deciding he deserved his privacy, despite the fact that I had shoved his dick down my throat the night before.

When he got to the kitchen, the pot was already on. I was leaning forward against the counter, half asleep on my propped up hand. He didn't take a seat at the table. He positioned himself directly behind me and wrapped an arm around my chest.

The man just couldn't keep his hands to himself. I wasn't complaining.

He slipped a hand beneath the front of my negligee, becoming more daring as he gently kneaded my breast and his mouth continued to mark my neck.

"What did I do to deserve all this attention now, Dr. Reid?"

It was a serious question. I had literally just been standing there. I had just woken up. I hadn't even cleaned my face.

"Nothing. You just exist."

I both chuckled and scoffed at the answer. So much for not wanting things to be emotional. Being the more responsible of the two of us, I focused on the way his tongue devilishly drew different sounds from me.

He suckled gently on the side of my neck, and his fingers began to tweak my nipple. A moan was ripped from the back of my throat as I jutted my hips backwards against him.

"God, when you react like that I can't help but think you want me to fuck you over this counter."

He was right. I did. Men weren't the only ones who had to deal with illicit thoughts in the morning. I figured he knew as much.

"Please," I begged, moving my arms so I could brace myself against the ceramic.

"Only because you asked nicely."

He withdrew from my neck. I heard as he drew familiar, crinkly foil from his pocket and I giggled at the anticipation. At the knowledge that he'd clearly pulled one from his wallet before he ever left the bedroom.

Soon enough, his fingers were trailing up my inner thighs, quickly encountering my very wet center that was still affected by the night before. Upon realizing I didn't need any preparation, he skipped it entirely. Slowly and with purpose, he slipped inside of me. I let out another loud moan as he filled my sore heat.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter under his breath.

I loved to know he couldn't entirely control himself with me. I wanted to know how I made him feel. It wasn't like the other times. There was no battle for dominance; I submitted to him immediately and freely. He was not rushed or driven by high emotions. His thrusts were slow, deep, and intimate. One of his hands returned to my chest, paying special attention to the breast that had been ignored before.

I leaned forward into his hand, my back arching to provide him with whatever relief he was looking for inside me. I panted out his name as my own version of a Sunday morning prayer.

It went on like that for a while. He took his time with me, like he was memorizing each nook and crevice he could reach. My legs were beginning to shake from his intrusion and also from my impending orgasm.

"Spencer..." I whispered his name differently this time, and his hands withdrew. I whimpered at the loss. But my disappointment was short lived, as his hand found its way down to where our bodies met. I gasped at the contact.

"What, (y/n)?" he asked with the utmost concern, beginning to make soft circles around my clit while he continued to fuck me from behind.

"I-I'm going to..."

I couldn't finish my sentence, collapsing forward as the stimulation became too much to bare. As it usually did, his other hand grabbed hold of my hair, clutching it tightly to pull me back up to him.

"Then do it."

His statement was a demand, but also its own beg. He wanted to feel me finish before him. I couldn't fight it even if I wanted to. The way he commanded control of my body was a force that could not be ignored. The ever tightening coil inside of me snapped, causing twitches and spasms to rack my body.  My mouth tried to call his name, but my voice didn't come out.

I tried to grip the ceramic when he began to pick up his pace, fucking me harder as my orgasm went on. I knew how much he loved to feel me come undone from the inside. But he held on, continuing his brutal pace until even after I had devolved into a panting, dripping mess underneath him.

My soft mewls from the sensation of being fucked through peaked bliss were still not enough.

"What do you want, little girl?" he growled in my ear as he leaned forward, somehow thrusting harder. Another moan was bubbling up my throat as my feet left the ground with each impact.

"I want... I want you to cum. Inside me."

It was a beg laced with pants and high pitched whines. It was what he wanted to hear.

He grabbed one of my hands, guiding it to my lower abdomen and holding it there. I didn't realize why until the next thrust, when I felt a bump form as he moved within me. I hadn't even considered how deep within me he was. He was showing me how much of me belonged to him.

I'd already known, but the reminder was nice. 

With a few more rough, deep thrusts, he had buried himself inside of me, and I could feel it against my hand. From within me I could feel him spilling into the condom.

I remembered my question about children. I remembered his answer.

That beautiful, sneaky bastard was imagining what it would be like to make me pregnant, whether or not he would admit it. I had put the thought in his mind. I just wasn't expecting it to have that profound of effect on him. I was more turned on by that than I'd like to admit.

I had said that I'd do anything for him.

He didn't say anything else. He released my hair and pulled out of me. He left me to prop myself up on the counter the best I could while my body trembled from the loss. 

At some point, the coffee pot had finished. I figured there were worse ways to pass the time.

Spencer was gone when I turned around. I figured he had gone to the bathroom to clean up, and I tried not to think anything of it. I poured two cups of coffee and pulled out the cream and sugar.

When he came back, he'd come with his phone. He sat down at the table and silently read through messages from the past hours he spent with me. I watched him prepare his drink, immediately downing some of the contents despite its temperature.

"Good lord, do you even have feeling in your throat?" I asked, laughing as I continued to stir my cup.

"Interesting you would be the one to ask me that. After last night, I wondered the same about you."

Touché.

"Did you get any interesting messages? Is the ever-so-busy Special Agent Dr. Reid going to be whisked away from me without a proper goodbye again?"

The words were laced with only a little bit of bitterness. He ignored it.

"I don't know if I would classify our goodbye last time as improper. At least, not in the sense you're using the term."

He was avoiding an answer. I figured he had to go. Or, well, he wanted to.

That's fine, I told myself. He can go. Even though I didn't want him to.

I watched him, the way he continued to nurse his drink with one hand and look at his phone with the other. I tried to suppress the hearts forming in my eyes.

"When will I get to see you again?" I asked, my tone full of trepidation.

"I'm not sure," was his honest answer, given without ever looking up at me.

"We should do something fun."

That made him look up, with a sly grin forming on his face.

"Not like that, you perverted old man," I laughed.

He raised his eyebrows, choosing not to reply outright to my taunt just yet.

"As much fun as we have in bedrooms, I don't know much about you. I'd like to change that," I explained. 

He watched me carefully, his eyes shifting away as he began to overthink it. I could see the cogs of paranoia turning in his mind. I think even he knew he was being sort of ridiculous.

"As friends, Spencer," I reminded with a gentle smile. "Let's do something fun. As friends."

The reserved half smile he gave would be good enough for me.

"Sure," he conceded, which filled me with a bubbly happiness I tried (and failed) to conceal. "I do have to go now, though. If for no other reason than wanting to change."

An understandable concern. I was fine with him leaving if I knew I would see him again this time. But still, something about him leaving so soon hurt a deeper part of me. I wondered if it was that dysphoria he was talking about, but decided not to question it, lest he tell me it was something more worrisome. Something like infatuation. 

I nodded, leaving my coffee on the table as I took his already empty cup. He stood up, waiting for me to return before the both of us walked over to the door. Something about his hesitation resonated in me. My puppy dog eyes were out in full force as I stared up at him.

I wasn't able to smile as he left.

"I'll see you again soon. As soon as I can," he assured me.

I wanted to believe him, but I hated that I didn't know when that would be.

He reached a hand down, brushing loose hairs from my face and commanding my attention that I so readily gave. 

"Don't look so sad," he instructed. "It makes it hard to leave."

My chest swelled with anxiety and adoration. I wasn't sure how to combat it. I hugged myself with one arm, and Spencer shook his head with a laugh.

"Still not following directions."

He didn't seem to mind all that much, though. He leaned forward and cupped my face in his hand. Our lips pressed against each other with a tenderness that made my head spin. We kissed each other in a way that was carelessly romantic.

When he pulled away, he stared into my eyes for a second too long. And when he waved goodbye and walked out of my door, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind.

Friends don't do this.

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| Part 4 |

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Nice to meet you

Rex: *waking up* huh!? Where... am I? Is this.... the infirmary?

Rex had awakened in a bed in the chaldea infirmary after narrowly surviving the events of the Fuyuki singularity... then opening the door, Dr. Romani entered the room to check up on him.

Roman: hey Rex! How're you doing?

Rex: I feel fine.... nothing hurts..

Roman: good to hear.

Rex: so.... what the hell happened?

Roman: well... after you and the twins and Mash got back from that singularity, you all fell unconscious and had to be taken here to recover. Thankfully, no major injuries, in fact you should be able to leave later today!

Rex: oh! That's cool!

After a moment of silence, Rex asks a very important question.

Rex: so.... it's real right? This whole... save the world thing? We're really the only ones left that can do anything about it?

Roman: ....yes, unfortunately we are.... I wish that wasn't the case but.... it's all on us... you and the twins especially...

Rex: yeah.... I figured.... so.... is the summoning system ready yet?

Roman: ...why do you ask?

Rex: because.... we've got a world to save.... and I'm.... I'm ready to go... but we need servants

Roman: now wait a minute Rex, I said you're good to leave later today, but I'm not sure you'll be able to handle the strain of that just yet

Rex: oh come on, Doc! You and Da Vinci already said I have abnormally good magical circuits, surely I can handle it!

Roman: I still think it's a bad idea at the moment

Rex: the world is at stake! Human history as we know it is at stake!

Roman: all the more reason to make sure you're at your best!

Rex: I'm raring to go right now!

Roman: *sigh* can't you just wait a few more days?

Rex: do we even have that much time?!

Roman: Rex, we can't take big risks

Rex: and we can't waste time either! C'mon just 1 servant! I already have a Catalyst and everything!

Roman: *sigh* you're not going back down are you?

Rex: nope!

Roman: fine.... after you're good to go, you can go and summon 1 servant! But just one! You got that!?

Rex: crystal clear!

Roman: good... let's hope things turn out well...

Later, when Rex was cleared to leave, he immediately went over to the summoning room with his catalyst, a big green feather. He entered the summoning room, and saw the machine, ready to go.

Rex: there it is.... and I'm about to use it.... now did it go again? Just place my catalyst on the center and pull the lever?

Rex did just that, placing the large green feather near the center of the summoning circle and went back to the lever to get ready to summon an ally in this fight to save the world.

Rex: man.... how is it just now hitting me, that I'm going to be... just bringing a person here, out of thin air! Will I be able to handle it? Will they be mean? Will they kill me on sight?

Rex looked at the feather he placed on the circle

Rex: ....he said it'd bring about a mighty Aztec warrior.... but who could that be....? Well... only one way to find out!

Rex pulled the lever to the machine and it started up!

The little white orbs of light could be seen circling around, shimmering a gold light, until they formed a ring, that split into three and then a large column of light appeared at the center, in the column the appearance of what seemed to be a warrior pulling a chariot formed.

Rex: rider.... I think that's the symbol for the rider class....

Then soon after the column dissipates, and in it's place a very tall and beautiful woman could be seen...

Rex, internally: HOLY FUCK!!!! THAT HAS TO BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON IN EXISTENCE!!!

The woman before him had wavy blonde hair, wore a redish top, with what seemed to be a red "skirt" an ornate headdress and was decked out in golden jewelry and jade green gems aswell. But another thing that stood out, tremendously about her was her height, Rex could see she was easily a little over 7 feet tall... Rex loved everything about her appearance. Then the blonde woman spoke up

???: Hiiii! The Goddess Quetzalcoatl arrives in the ring! Huh? I expected nude priests, but you're an adorable little summoner. Heehee, I don't suppose you're interested in tall, older women?

Rex responded, without thinking

Rex: y-yes! I'm very interested in tall, older women! They're my favorite!

Quetzalcoatl: oh, is that so?! Then I think we'll get along just fine!

Once Rex finally composed himself, he finally processed what she said

Rex: wait... did you say you're.... the Goddess Quetzalcoatl?!?!

Quetz: Si! I am! But you can just call me, Quetz if that's too much.

Rex: I'm just trying to process how my catalyst allowed me to summon a FUCKING GODDESS! and an extremely powerful at that!

Quetz: oh, Master! You're going to make me blush!

Rex: right.... I'm your master.... that'll take some getting used to....

Quetz: if you want me to call you something else, I can

Rex: n-no... master is fine.... I guess...

Quetz: ok then!

Then the door to the summoning room opened up, and Romani walked in, looking for Rex.

Roman: Rex! Did you already sta- oh! You already summoned someone...

Rex: yeah... Dr. Roman, meet the goddess, Quetzalcoatl!

Quetz: Hola! Nice to meet you!

Roman: wait... did you say... GODDESS?!?!

Rex: yup...!

Roman: but... that should be impossible! I knew you had good magical circuits but.... A GODDESS?!?!?!

Rex: I'm just as surprised as you are, man! I guess I got real lucky with my catalyst!

Roman: ok but, how did a feather!? Help you summon her!?

Rex: good question

Then, Quetzalcoatl picked up the feather and examined it... to her it was... familiar... but she couldn't say why...

Rex: uh... anything wrong, Quetz?

Quetz: hmmm?! Oh, it's nothing master! Just lost in thought! So, what's the first order of business!?

Rex: good question, I guess... introduce you to the others?

Quetz: sounds good to me!

Roman: well they twins and Mash are in the cafeteria, if you wanna see them.

Rex: oh yeah, I'm starving! Let's go!

Then the three of them left for the cafeteria to eat and introduce Quetz to the others.

Pffft! Seriously papá?! You actually said that to her?!

Y-yeah! What about it?!

Who just... says that?!

Now now, mis hijos, don't laugh! You're father wasn't thinking, is all...

Ok but also... why is that the first thing you ask him?

!!!!!

Well... um....

Did you already fall in love and wanted to know if you were his type?

I-I wouldn't say that.... but there was this... tightness in my chest.... when we first laid eyes on each other.... I couldn't explain it...

Does sound a little like love....

Maybe so....

A/N: so here we go! If you couldn't tell, this was a revisit of how summoning Quetz went! But with some Retcons along with reactions from the kids too! Hopefully you guys like it! Will be doing this for a while with a few more stories!

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There’s no reference to the episode but it’s set after “Drive”. Tagging @today-in-fic​ and @xffictober​

Fictober Day 28

“Mulder,” she says, hoping her voice conveys both a warning and genuine concern, “why are you so restless?”

They’re sitting at their desks, or she is; Mulder is leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling and throwing little paper balls around the office. He’s lucky they’re alone in here. Except for them, no one up here works past 5 pm.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He asks without even looking at her.

“You can go home, you know.”

“And then?” He sits upright, the back of the chair snapping back. One of these days, the chair is going to give up. “I just can’t- ever since we’ve come back from Antarctica, it’s been… I’m just so stressed out.”

“Mulder, why don’t you take a few days off? Get some rest?”

He laughs. “Rest? What’s that? Tell me, Dr. Scully, what’s the best way to deal with stress?” He leans back again, his hands folded behind his head. He may be sporting a smile but he’s tapping his fingers against his knee, unable to just be still.

“Well,” Scully begins, turning her chair towards him, “have you tried exercise?”

He nods. “Been running every day. Swimming, too. Doesn’t help. What else?”

“You could drink relaxing teas,” she thinks out loud and smiles when Mulder makes a disgusted face at her. “Or light a candle.”

“Light a candle?”

“Aromatherapy could help relieve symptoms of stress.”

“I think I’ll pass,” he says, putting a sunflower seed between his teeth. “Anything else?”

“Cut down on caffeine,” Scully says, knowing he’ll dismiss the idea right away. “Or chew gum.” He points at his half full bag of sunflower seeds. So no gum chewing for Mulder. Knowing him, he’d probably leave them all over the place, including the desk and the chair. She regrets even mentioning it.

“Deep breathing exercises, mindfulness or even yoga.”

“Scully,” he whines, his leg bouncing. He reminds her of a puppy who hasn’t been entertained enough.

“You asked.”

“I thought you had better tips,” he says with a pout.

“Have you tried to… release stress.” She should just say the word. She’s a doctor, for god’s sake. Still, she hopes he gets her meaning anyway.

“Release,” he says, drawing out the word, “stress. You mean…” He grins at her, making it easier for her to take the whole situation less seriously.

“Masturbation, Mulder,” she says matter-of-factly, willing herself to remain stoic.

“Ah, that,” he says and she thinks she sees a blush creep into his cheeks. “The answer is yes. I have tried that.”

She looks at him and wonders if she’s going to regret the next words that come out of her mouth.

“Physical contact lowers cortisol levels and helps release oxytocin,” she says, half to him and half to herself.

“Oh yes, talk science to me, Scully.”

“Cuddling,” she goes on, ignoring Mulder’s joke, “kissing and hugging all help release stress.”

Now he’s quiet, simply watching her. He looks as if he’s trying to make a decision about something. There’s a sunflower seed between his fingers, half forgotten.

“Kissing, huh,” he mumbles. “You’re the doc, Scully. You think a hug might help?” His voice is glib, but his eyes are not. They’re the ones with the question, the uncertainty.

“I think a hug might help,” she says against her better judgment. They’re at the office, for god’s sake. But she gets up from her chair, as does Mulder.

“How are we going to do this?” He asks as if they’ve never hugged before. She takes a few steps forward and puts her arms around him. She does her best not to sigh against his chest when his arms engulf her, too.

“Like this,” she says against his tie. She closes her eyes, pretends it’s because the tie is ugly (but that’s a lie and she knows it).

“This is nice,” he whispers into her hair and the words get tangled there. Isn’t this how it all started in his hallway? Her heart picks up. Except this time, she is not about to quiet and leave. There’s no danger. There’s just the two of them, holding each other in the ballpen, sharing warmth, releasing stress. 

Except... they’re at work. There won’t be a repeat of what almost happened in the hallway. Not now, not here. They’ve long crossed the line of professionalism. But there’s another line, right here, and she’s not going to cross it. 

“Does it help?” she asks him, knowing she needs to let go. Just one more moment of warm Mulder pressed against her, his heartbeat a perfect rhythm.

“Hmmm, yeah. I guess I should listen to my doctor more often.”

“You should.”

Just one more minute, she thinks. Or two. Definitely not more than three.