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Devour Me - Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!Reader

Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

AN: Here's Part 2! **Read Devour Me: Part 1

Song Inspo: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique. But really it’s “Ven Devórame Otra Ves” by Lalo Rodriguez. (You’ll see why.) 🤭

Word Count: 5,400

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Blood, character death and violence, smutty smut, angst, Dominican slang, and tons of sexy fluff.

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Part 2: "Telenovela Style"

Your resulting scream of agony is as unforgiving as the ground when your knees buckle, hitting the hard cement.

Andy grips you with the strength of a monster.

Then he holds you down as he drinks your blood.

No matter how you struggle and whimper, you can’t push him off, and you’re getting weaker by the second.

Until Andy is ripped away from your neck, and is taken care of the way all vampires must be. He doesn’t even feel the blade coming.

When you’re able to look up, Dean stands above you with thinly veiled fury. He doesn’t have time to consider what he’s just done.

He bends to gather you up into his arms, all the while trying to stamp down the panic clenching his heart. He calls your name, but you can only make weak sounds as your bleary eyes meet his.

“Dean,” you manage. The ragged wound in your neck is bleeding profusely down your chest and shoulder, seeping into your shirt. He takes your hand and clamps it hard against your neck, even though it makes you whimper.

“Gotta stop the bleeding,” he says, apologetic but firm. “Keep pressing.”

In your stupor of pain, you don’t realize that your screech woke the entire nest. Dean has to lock up his worry; he looks up and finds his brother and Cas already fighting a hoard of angry vampires.

Dean carries you over to them and lays you down against the wall with the other humans. He keeps a protective line in front of you, but he decapitates a vampire before she can sink her fangs into Sam next.

The two of them work together, and with Castiel’s smiting power behind them, the angel and the two men are able to clear the rest of the nest.

By the end, only you and two of the women being held captive are still alive. The third girl’s heart just finally gave out. Sam takes the survivors to the nearest hospital.

Meanwhile, Castiel approaches where you sit up against the inside of the barn, barely awake, while Dean kneels with you, holding you to his chest. He meet’s Cas’s blue-eyed request with a nod. So Cas stretches out a hand and touches two fingers to your forehead.

You’re healed in an instant. Dean marvels, like he always does when Cas displays his power. Dean is able to breathe a little easier, the vice grip on his heart easing as he touches your neck.

The tan skin is once again smooth, if still stained with blood. You blink back into wakeful consciousness.

He shifts so he can see your face. “You okay?”

You meet his eyes but can only nod. His jaw is still tight and tense, and you can’t blame him.

You know you’ve messed up. Big time. You nearly got everyone killed, including yourself…and now, you have to tell a mother that her son was dead.

Dean helps you up, holding you by your arms and waist until you’re steady on your feet. You have a hard time meeting his eyes, but when open your mouth to apologize, he beats you to it.

“I hope you’ve learned your damn lesson,” he says.

Your gaze snaps up to his. “Excuse me?”

Dean’s hands go to his hips as his brows raise at you.

“Next time, when I tell you to hang back, I mean that shit. Hang the hell back,” he all but growls.

You tilt your head at him as your irritation begins to spark. Meanwhile, Castiel is the one who backs up as he glances between you and Dean uncertainly.

“I made a mistake, but that doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do,” you shoot back. “I was a hunter long before I met you.”

“Yeah, well, color me surprised that you’ve made it this long,” he snaps.

Your temper flares hotter. “You know, you’re not so goddamn perfect either.”

“Never said I was,” Dean says. “But when my gut tells me something ain’t right, I need you to fucking listen. Otherwise, we get a day like today.”

His words are edged with grit by the end of his little rant, and you don’t appreciate it. Your lips purse in anger.

“I don’t care what that legendary gut tells you,” you sass back. “I’m not a little girl, and you’re not my damn father!”

Dean raises incredulous brows at the way you’re shouting at him. He crosses his arms.

“What’s this, some kind of Latina temper?” he asks snidely.

You truly become incensed at that.

“Oh, you want to take it there?” you ask, as your eyes narrow. “Que sin vergüenza tú eres, coño. Sigue jodiendo conmigo. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Dean won’t admit it, but in that moment, he’s a bit intimidated by the quiet threat in your voice. Still, his fuse is lit, and he’s way beyond curbing his internal filter.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does this telenovela-style tongue lashing come with subtitles?” he snarks.

You let out an incredulous breath. Your eyes begin to sting.

“You’re such an asshole!” you shout back. There, understand that?

You turn away from him before your frustrated tears can fall, but you stop short once you notice Castiel dragging out the bodies of the dead…including Andy. Your throat constricts, and you begin to stalk out of the barn.

Dean calls your name in frustration.

“What?” you hiss.

The only thing that makes him hesitate is seeing the state of you when you turn back around. His anger crumbles, and maybe something in him breaks when he sees your tears. They’ve welled up in your eyes, and a few of them carve a path down your cheeks.

You’re still covered in your own blood, and he hates it. He hates it more than anything.

Later, you see the state of yourself when Sam returns with the Impala. In the reflection on the backseat window, you see the blood dried down your neck, staining nearly half of your shirt.

You see the black rings of your mascara and eyeliner around your eyes. You look a mess, and you try to wipe underneath your eyes. It’s a fruitless effort.

After you all finish burning the bodies, Dean starts the long drive home. You insist on stopping to tell Rachel Campbell about her son, but Sam says he already took care of it when he drove into town.

You frown, but you no longer have the energy to be angry. You further withdraw into yourself, and your lower lip trembles as you look out the window. Through the rearview mirror, Dean sees more tears slipping down your face.

What Sam told him (but he won’t tell you), is what one of the survivors said. One of the mated pairs had taken Andy…to “adopt” a son of their own.

That night is quiet and tense in Dean’s room. You have to wash your hair all over again, and scrub the blood and grime from your body until only your skin remains. But you don’t have the energy to do more than braid your wet hair afterwards and pull on your lucky Journey shirt, which is still full of holes.

Dean knows that it’s bad when you need the “dreamcatcher,” as he’s called it in his head. You’ve never had a nightmare while wearing that shirt, or so you claimed a while back.

You wear it over some long pajama pants instead of your usual shorts, or better yet, nothing at all. But he can see what kind of mood you’re in. Things are unsettled as you both get ready for bed in silence.

He notes the way you turn to face the other side in bed, maybe to avoid him. Though if you really wanted to do that, you could’ve gone to your old room.

So in more ways than one, Dean takes some solace in the fact that you’re still next to him. And he decides to give you some time and space.

He goes to bed and tries in vain to sleep.

In the morning, Dean’s woken by the familiar smell of coffee…and the less familiar sound of loud salsa music.

What the fuck?

After he brushes his teeth, he puts on his robe and slippers and heads down to the kitchen, where he finds you in a seemingly better mood. You’re mopping the floor, of all things. You’re out of your pajamas, instead wearing a loose shirt that falls off your shoulder and some spandex shorts.

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo,” you sing softly along with the music as you dance from the kitchen to the living room. Your phone is connected to a Bluetooth speaker on the coffee table.

Dean starts to smile, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway to watch you.

At an instrumental break with a run of conga drums and trumpets, you pause in your mopping to do a little twirl as you dance, with a soulful roll of hips and a flair of salsa steps. It makes Dean’s smile kick up into a smirk.

He walks in on purposefully light feet until he’s sidled up behind you in the living room.

“Nice moves, Shakira,” he quips.

It startles a shriek of surprise out of you as you whirl around. Dean’s smile hikes up into a grin, but it soon fades when he remembers the way your scream rang through his ears last night. The way his heart dropped into his stomach, and his head swiveled at the sound. And he saw you go down hard.

Then the rest of it tumbles through his mind—what he had to do afterwards in order to save you. How he’d did it without really thinking, his panic and determination blocking out almost everything else when he’d grabbed the kid. The monster, he forcibly reminds himself.

“You trying to give me a heart attack?” you ask with a hand on your heart.

Dean forces himself to smile a little. “Sorry. But might I remind you, not everyone here’s an early bird.”

You give him a wry look.

“You’re the only one around here who sleeps past 10 a.m. Cas dipped out a while ago, and Sam’s on a run.”

But you graciously grab your phone to lower the music to a more bearable level. Dean doesn’t yet know this about you, but this—listening to music, dancing, cleaning—it’s all your way of coping…and releasing as much of your pain, terror, and regret from yesterday as possible.

You then look up at him more guarded. The two of you exchanged a lot of unsavory words last night. In fact, it may just be the worst fight you two have ever had in almost three years of knowing one another.

Dean senses the shift in you, and his amusement fades. He just can't let things stay like this. He won't.

He hazards drawing closer and touching your arm.

“Look…I’m sorry for snapping at you yesterday. I know I was being a dick,” he says. “You’ve just gotta understand something.”

You wait for him to continue with furrowed brows, sensing that whatever he’s about to say is hard for him.

“There’s a reason I don’t do this. The uh, relationship thing,” Dean continues, clearing his throat. His thumb swipes along your arm. “It’s not just this job. It’s my fucked up life. I tried to warn you before—”

“Dean,” you say with a sigh, but he raises his hand.

“Please, just…let me say it,” he says. “You know the spiel. But things can change on a dime. Even on a damn milk run, like a dusty nest of vamps.”

You know that. You know you could’ve died yesterday, and he doesn’t need to remind you of that fact. Before you can start to get petulant again though, Dean continues. His jaw is working, like this next part is more difficult for him to admit.

“Trust me when I say, us being together is dangerous, for both of us,” he says. “For a while I…I started to think Sam and I were better off alone.”

…That casts you into dismay. Because you know Dean isn’t lying. He’s really contemplated spending the rest of his life devoid of love, so he won’t have to lose it.

Dangerous, for both of us.

You realize then what Dean’s really saying. He’s afraid…afraid to lose you. You see it in his furrowed brows, the downturn of his lips, and whatever pain he’s trying to hide in the depths of his eyes.

And just like that, the water works start. You can’t quite keep your tears at bay as you hold onto his shirt. He lets out a resigned sigh as he holds you by your arms.

“You don’t have to cry for that,” he says, a bit teasing.

“Have you met me?” you sniff. But you manage to look up at him with your glassy eyes. “I’m sorry too. God, I’m so sorry, Dean.”

Your fist clenches in his shirt when you remember Andy, latched onto your neck, and how Dean had to save you. You know he’s remembering it too when his brows furrow, and his gaze falls away. You reach a hand for his cheek.

“I know I fucked up,” you admit. “I was working with my heart, not my head. I just…”

You wanted so badly to help that kid and his mother. You also know that Dean understands; you see it in his eyes. He holds your hand to his cheek and brushes his thumb across the back of your hand.

“I know,” he says. “I really am sorry, baby.”

The problem is, you didn’t just see your own mother in Rachel. She hadn’t been much older than you. And when you imagine a life beyond hunting, more than anything (no matter how much you shove down the idea), you really do want a family of your own someday.

It’s just…days like yesterday remind you why that could be a very bad idea.

More of your tears bubble over, and you head willingly into Dean’s arms. “Me too…”

He holds you tighter than ever. His hands rub down your back, tangle in your hair, and he drops his lips onto your hair. You sniffle, wiping your face dry in his shirt. And for a while, the two of you have peace in the relative quiet.

Music still plays from the speaker though. And when another salsa song starts to play on your playlist, you start swaying. A smile works its way onto Dean’s face.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” he teases.

You smile into his chest. “We should go dancing sometime.”

Dean just laughs. “Oooh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” you reply, batting your lashes up at him. You slip a hand on his shoulder and into one of his hands. He’s forced to hold you as if the two of you were about to start Fred Astair-ing across the living room.

“Have you ever danced before?” you ask. “Like real dancing.”

“Not salsa, I’ll tell you that,” he quips.

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you,” you reply with a coquettish smile. “It’s just a few simple moves.”

Dean gives you a wan look. “You made it look anything but simple.”

You blush at that, but you meet him with a pout of disappointment. You don’t let up, even when Dean frowns. He huffs at you in resistance.

“No,” he insists. You just brush a gentle thumb along his neck, biting your lip in askance.

But the longer he stares at your beautiful, hopeful eyes, the more cracks form in his resolve.

Eventually, Dean breaks with a sigh, and a shake of his head.

“You’re too much, you know that?” he mutters.

It’s then that you know you’ve won.

So with a happy squeal of excitement, you clap your hands and move to stand next to him so you can show him the basic steps of salsa dancing.

You make him take off his robe and slippers, leaving in his shirt and plaid pajama pants. Then you instruct him for a few minutes, correcting his footing and getting him to move on a beat. You’re pleasantly surprised that he has some rhythm.

Dean sighs once again. How the hell did we get here? Heat crawls up the back of his neck as embarrassment starts to set in.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he grumbles.

“You’re doing good,” you encourage, with a growing smile. “Now come on, feel the beat in threes. One, two, three. One, two, three…”

Once he sort of has the basic steps and turns down, you move to stand in front of him. There you show him how to hold you, how he’ll move forward, and you’ll move back. It takes a little while, but you slowly move through the combinations, then do a little twirl underneath his hand.

When he pulls you back in without faltering, you give him a beaming smile. “Very good!”

A subtle grin raises his lips at your enthusiasm. He also feels his face heating up at the praise.

But you pause when a certain song filters through the speakers. It’s an old one (and it never fails to make you blush), but you love it.

“Ooh, yes,” you exclaim with delight, and you turn up the volume.

“What’s this one?” Dean asks.

“Ven Devórame Otra Ves,” you inform him. Not that he knows what that means. You sing along a bit with the first couple of verses while you encourage Dean to lead you in the dance.

This song is just slow enough for him to attempt it, and the funny thing is, he doesn’t feel all that uncomfortable with the steps now. He’s starting to get a feel for how to move, both with his feet, and with his hands as he guides you by your waist, holding your hand close to his chest. Still, Dean’s also curious about the lyrics you’re singing.

“What does it mean?” he asks.

You huff in amusement. “You sure you want to know?”

Dean raises a brow. “Well, now I gotta know.”

You giggle at that, though you correct his steps when he leads with the wrong foot.

“Okay. It’s about a guy who’s pretty much a player,” you say with a smirk. “His bed has been a revolving door of hot ass, but he keeps thinking about this one woman who used to have him turned inside out…”

Dean’s lips curve at the familiar image you’re conjuring. He manages to turn you under his hand, then pull you back to him in one smooth motion. He looks down at you with a deeper gleam in his eyes. You bite your lip, soothing your hand from his shoulder and down his arm.

As the song’s verses come, you translate for him. And for Dean, your voice in itself is a spell.

“Even in my dreams, he says, I thought I had you devouring me. And I dampened my white sheets remembering you,” you begin. Your words are smooth like black velvet. “In my bed, no one is like you, who draws my body on every corner, without a piece of skin left over.”

Dean is getting hot under the collar as you push away, dragging your fingertips along his back as you turn around him. When you come back into his line of vision, his attention is attracted to the sway of your hips, clad just in those little spandex shorts. He has to clear his throat a bit.

You eventually return to him with a warm hand against his chest.

“Ven, devórame otra ves. It means, come devour me again,” you continue, looking up at him from under your lashes, “Come punish me more with your desire. Because I kept my love for you…because my mouth has the taste of your body.”

You smile at the laser focus of his green-eyed gaze. “Come devour me again.”

You push off with another little spin. When you reach for his hand, Dean yanks you back into him, eliciting a gasp. The move disorients you for a moment, but you giggle and hold onto his arms. Your hands glide up to rest on his shoulders.

He’s holding you flush against him, and as you shift a thigh between his legs, you unintentionally graze against his hardening length. You look up at him with a smirk.

“You’re a little…stiff,” you say, both flirtatious and teasing. “Let’s loosen you up.”

You shake his shoulders out and try to get him to relax. Dean raises a wry brow, because you know damn well whose fault it is that his body is coiled tight. But you place his hands on your hips as you move back into the dance.

“Feel what I’m doing there?” you ask. He looks down on you with growing heat.

“If I could do that, we wouldn’t be together,” he rumbles.

You try to stifle a laugh as he pulls you in close again, just swaying for a bit. Soon enough, you grin knowingly when his hands start to slide lower on your ass. His head bows to yours, ready to meet you with a kiss.

You stop him with your finger on his lips.

“Question: do you consider yourself more of a tits or ass man?” you ask him. You’re half teasing, but still curious. Dean snorts at the question.

“More of a connoisseur,” he replies, smirking.

“Ah.” You nod sagely, and you point between him and yourself. “So this is like a ‘sample the menu’ situation.”

Dean’s smirk deepens. “Sweetheart, you’re a goddamn buffet.”

You splutter laughing…and that’s when he finally pounces. He claims your lips with greedy passion. His hand winds into your hair, gripping tight and ruining what’s left of your loose ponytail. The strands coil around his hand in messy curls while he also gets a healthy grip of your ass through your thin shorts.

You smile into his lips, even as you acquiesce to him guiding your head to the side, so he can slip his tongue against yours. You grip his arms more for stability while he manhandles you, kneading soft flesh and making pleasant tingles run up your spine.

After a little while, his mouth burns a hot path away from yours. He noses down your neck, skimming his lips across your skin. It sets your nerve endings on fire and gets you breathing more shallowly in his ear. You cling to the back of his shirt, holding him close.

Often he’s one to leave love bites of varying degrees, wherever he sees fit. But for a moment he stops at the crook of your neck, just pressing a lingering kiss.

He lets out a deep breath, and you realize he’s probably thinking about where you were bitten. The wound is gone, but it doesn’t change what’s imprinted in both of your minds.

A softer smile grows on your face. You trail your fingers up into his hair, massaging the back of his neck.

“I’m okay,” you remind him. Dean hums deep in agreement. You know, however, that he’s still thinking far too much.

So you slide your hands down, slow between the dips and planes of muscle in his back, and rest at his hips. Your thumbs delve under the hem of his shirt and tease the skin there.

And you start slow, pressing wet, nipping kisses of your own to his neck while you inch his shirt up. You feel his smile on your neck. His grip on your hip flares to life. Still, he lets you tug his shirt up and over his head. Your loose shirt comes next, revealing the same black satin and lace bra you wore the first time he ever got you topless in his arms.

A fan favorite. Dean grins. He reaches around to go for the clasp, but your firm push on his chest takes him by surprise.

He falls back onto the couch with a grunt, looking up at you then with raised brows. You’ve got a mischievous little smirk on your face that heats his blood and makes his cock twitch.

You take out the rest of your falling ponytail, shaking your hair out wild. Then you let your hands drift down your neck, over your clothed breasts, and finally to your little shorts.

Dean rubs his palms down his thighs and watches. A smirk forms across his lips as you slide the fabric down the curve of your hips. It leaves you in a red thong, familiar to him by the little tear it has on the front. (Again, his fault.)

You climb aboard his strong thighs to straddle his lap, using his shoulders as leverage as you sink down. You make sure to rub yourself teasingly against his clothed erection. He groans in appreciation. His hands fly to your soft, thick thighs and squeeze.

“Aw, I like this,” Dean says, half on another moan as you grind down a bit harder on him.

“Yeah?” you tease. You take his face in your hands and capture his lips with your own. Your tongue invades his mouth, and he welcomes you with a deep hum. It’s slow and hot at first, but Dean feels the loss of you when you break from his lips.

Instead, you treat him with the same trail of kisses he gave you, along the curve of his jaw and down his neck. But you don’t stop there.

Your hands move over his chest with purpose, tweaking over each hard nipple while your mouth burns a wet line down and down his sternum. Dean groans at your ministrations, but lets you leave his lap to slide down to the ground, between his thighs.

“What’re you up to, baby?” he asks, despite having a very good idea of it. He catches the playful, yet determined gleam in your eye.

You pause, briefly leaning back up to give him a heated kiss. You part from him with a grin.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you ask. “I’m gonna devour you.”

Dean stares hard at you as goosebumps break out across his forearms.

Oh, fuck yeah.

A giggle bubbles in your throat at the expression on his face. But you continue, taking his pants down his legs first, before his boxer briefs.

Dean’s body tenses in anticipation. You’ve gone down on him before, but somehow it’s different this time. He feels like every single one of his nerve endings stands at attention along with his dick. And you’re taking your sweet time working him up.

Even when his cock is finally free, you sooth your hands down his legs first, maybe teasing him a bit as you drag your nails down his inner thighs. Dean makes a strained sound, though he tries to hide it by clearing his throat.

Your gaze flicks up to his with a little smile. He’s holding the back of the couch; his fingers are digging into the old cushion in effort to keep still for you. But his eyes stare into yours like a man starving. You know what you’re in for after you have your way with him, but for now, he’s quite literally under your control.

So you take him in your hands first. Dean groans as you tease him with light touches, soft movements, your thumb slowly circling over the sensitive, weeping head of his cock. It's torturous enough to make him drop his head back against the couch, closing his eyes tight.

And suddenly, he blinks them open again.

“Shit,” he utters, when you finally take him into your mouth. Your tongue is soft and wet, your lips move over him steadily, and your hands caress whatever your mouth can’t take, even teasing his balls.

You work him over relentlessly, until he can’t help but spill everything he has to give into your waiting mouth. When you suck off and swallow whatever remains, Dean’s heart stutters like syncopated conga drums.

He shudders and gasps for breath afterwards, watching your every movement—from wiping your mouth to shooting him that satisfied little smirk.

You press one last kiss to the inside of his thigh before you raise from where you’ve been kneeling on the hard ground.

Dean manages to lean forward and helps you up by your elbows. But then he pulls you back into his lap and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t let up until you’re panting with him.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” he manages to say. His voice is deep and laced with grit.

He’s still struggling for breath. You giggle and press your warming face into his neck.

“What, now you’re shy?” he remarks. And he has to laugh. “Come back here.”

He brings your face back to him with a hand on your cheek. For a second, he just looks at you. His thumb strokes across your full, thoroughly kissed bottom lip.

“Say it,” you encourage softly. “Whatever you’re thinking. Right now.”

A smile tugs at his lips. He can’t help but oblige you.

“You’re too damn much,” he says again, both gruff and fond. Despite how you drive him up the fucking wall sometimes, he doesn't think it'll ever be enough for him, what he has with you.

Because this is something he'd almost given up on. Didn't think he'd get to have it. And it almost scares him, how much he wants you. How much he...

“I love you,” he says. His thumb traces along the familiar curve of your cheek.

It hasn’t been all that long, but he knows. You weaseled your way in without even trying. The least he can do for you is be honest.

Your fingers curl around his wrist, holding his hand in place. You tilt your head at him.

“Oh, yeah?” you ask.

Dean hesitates, but he nods. “Yeah.”

A smile grows across your face. “Eh, I’m still on the fence.”

At his flat look, you laugh and lean in for a kiss. He allows it, a little petulantly. But you make up for it with sweet affection. Your gentle hands stroke down the column of his neck, down his chest. You then lean back so he can see your face.

“Yo te amo,” you whisper. “Te amo y te quiero, más que tú puedes creer y entender.”

Dean smiles. He doesn’t understand all of it, but he gets the important bits. He hears it in the tone of your voice. He sees it in your eyes. They shine with emotion, but mainly with love.

Dean kisses your hand. He lets go, just so he can slip his hands around you to finally unhook your bra. He tosses it across the room without bothering to see where it lands.

You do though, and you meet him with a slightly narrowed gaze.

“Are you making a mess of my clean bunker?” you tease.

His lips curve as he kisses you again, while his hands each get a generous handful of your breasts.

“Ah, hello, ladies." He grins. "Miss me?”

You can’t help but laugh. He’s such a dork sometimes.

But you hum when his thumbs brush over hardened nipples, then drag deliberate circles over them, and pinch just hard enough to make you whimper in pleasure. The sensation zips through you, enhancing the flood between your legs.

“I fucking love that sound,” Dean mutters, and licks a hot path in the valley between your breasts. His lips move against your dewy skin when he says, “Do that for me again.”

When he takes a nipple in his mouth and nips a bit hard, you have to oblige him. Your voice rising high is music to his ears.

So he goes for your panties next. You help him get them off and return to his lap. With a breathy moan, you revel at the feeling of his fingers probing into your wet heat.

However, you and Dean have been too engrossed in one another to notice the door of the bunker unlocking, and heavy steps down the spiral staircase.

It’s Sam who’s back from his run. Unfortunately, he soon has to shield his eyes upon reaching the living room.

“Damn it, Dean!”

You yelp in surprise, but Dean laughs and holds you close to shield you from view. As a bonus, it presses your breasts against his chest.

“All right, Sammy. Go to your room,” he chides playfully (but he means it). “The adults are havin’ a moment.”

Sam scoffs. “You’re having a moment on the goddamn couch!”

“Sorry,” you say, though it’s muffled in Dean’s neck. Your face is red hot with embarrassment.

Sam rolls his eyes heavenward and tries not to see anything else on his way to his room.

But Dean’s chuckle reverberates through your chest as his hand goes to your cheek. He encourages you to pull back, so he can see your face again.

When he does, he smirks at the scarlet blush dusting your cheeks and neck. You bite your lower lip, but despite your embarrassment, you’re happy.

Your own words replay in your mind when you lean in for another kiss.

I love you, you’d said. I love you and I love you, more than you can believe and understand.

AN: Yay! I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of the “Midnight Espresso”-verse! I loved writing this one so much. I know we're just doing fanfic here, but I genuinely put my heart and soul into this one. ❤️

Also, here are a couple of Spanish translations:

(Note: other Spanish-speaking countries may interpret certain words differently.)

[During their fight]:

“Que sin vergüenza tú eres, coño. Sigue jodiendo conmigo. Entonces tú vas a ver quien soy yo.”

Translation:

“You’re fucking shameless. Keep messing with me. Then you’re going to see who I am (<- This is Dominican slang. It essentially means fuck around and find out what I'm made of.).”

[Song lyrics: “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique]:

“Yo no se mañana…yo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo.”

Translation:

“I don’t know tomorrow. I don’t know tomorrow. If we’ll be together, if the world will end.”

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Next in this series is "Chico Malo" ("Bad Boy"):

Summary: You catch Dean red-handed—with one of his favorite episodes of Casa Erotica.

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‘If it’s you….’ Part 1

Killer x FemReader

Sypnosis: You're one of the Strawhats, and after hearing the news about your captain being caught and imprisoned by Kaido, you join Raizo in infiltrating Udon to save him. There, you again met the man you've been obsessing with for a long time since you saw him for the first time in Sabaody. However, you discovered what happened to him, and you sure as fuck won't let it slide. No one's messing with your Milý and gets away with it.

WC: 2,333

A/N: One Piece is the beautiful creation of the genius Eiichiro Oda-sensei. It has heavy *spoilers* for the Wano Arc since the context revolves around Udon Prison. Please remember that the flow of the story is just a fantasy in my head, and English is not my mother tongue.

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Luffy was defeated by Kaido and was imprisoned in Udon. Raizo, a member of the Ninja-Pirate-Mink-Samurai Alliance that your crew was a part of, plans to infiltrate the Udon prison to save him, and you won't pass the chance of joining in. The plan was to enter the prison, find Luffy, and escape as quickly as possible before anyone could find out.

That WAS the plan.

But since Luffy is your captain, plans sometimes work differently than intended. You've got stuck in Udon with the person you're supposed to save, and Raizo is nowhere to be found.

"You're not even going to give me something to eat?!" Luffy whines beside you.

The escape plan failed, and Queen, who ruled the prison, forced Luffy to join a Sumo match he started for entertainment. So, both of you fought the whole day.

"I'm hungry..." his stomach growls on cue.

"Shut up and go to sleep!" says one of the Beast pirate members guarding you three while staying in the makeshift arena.

You shot a glare at him, hoping he'd drop dead only if shooting daggers could kill. You saw him shudder and quickly turn his back on you. 'That's right. Be scared. 'cause once I get the chance, I'll dice you all into fine pieces.'

Luffy continues to whine about turning into a mummy by the next day if he doesn't get something to eat and you can do nothing but sit quietly. Old man Hyo stepped closer to him and apologized for being a hindrance on the escape mission.

"Don't worry about it, gramps," you stated. Putting both your hands at the back of your head. "It was the captain's decision, and honestly, it'll leave a bad taste in my mouth knowing that we left you behind." you finished. Old man Hyo clenched his fist. He was still visibly guilty and probably blaming himself, thinking it was his fault you and Luffy couldn't get out of there on time.

"But still, Y/N-dono, you could've gotten awa-" You shushed him, waving your right hand, gesturing to stop. "It doesn't matter now, is it? It wasn't that bad. I haven't beaten people up for quite a while, so it's a fun time." You grinned. The old man looked at you unexpectedly and shook his head in defeat.

"Strawhat..." He called Luffy. "Why do you still want to fight Kaido? Knowing that you lost to him once already?"

As if on reflex, the Beast pirates around you all turned towards the three of you after hearing what the old man said. Curious to know the answer. Your captain got annoyed and released a wave of his conqueror's haki to knock them all down. He then proceeded to explain the four emperors of the sea to the old man and that Kaido was one of them.

"I'm going to become the king of the pirates, so I have to take them all down." Luffy finished with conviction.

You smiled widely. You've heard it countless times, but the ecstatic feeling it gives you doesn't get old. It brought back memories from before you became an official part of the crew.

*Flashback*

"Oi, Y/N! Join my crew!" you almost drown yourself in the glass of water you're drinking to the sudden outburst of the guy beside you. Whipping your head towards him with furrowed eyebrows, giving him a look like he grew an extra head, you retorted, "And what-in-the-holy-meatballs made you think I would want to play pirates with you? More or else BECOME a pirate?!".

"What? It'll be fun, I swear!" raising his right hand as if to promise. "Sanji's the best cook, and you'll enjoy all the dishes he'll serve! We can even have different eating contests occasionally.", he babbled.

Just thinking about it made you salivate.

Tempting…

It's really, really tempting...

But… "No, Thank you!".

As much as you're tempted by the idea of eating the 'best' dishes this Sanji person can cook, just thinking about living with a diverse group of individuals on a ship and floating for days in the vast sea made you cringe. You're okay with being alone, going from one place to another since social gathering is not your cup of tea. Being alone gives you freedom, not to mention the peace of mind of not causing trouble to anyone. Aside from being a petite woman with a huge appetite, you have no exceptional talent to boast. You only have an appetite that surpassed even this guy’s, the reason he lost to you in this meat-eating competition where you met.

Standing up, you gathered your things and swiftly left the place without turning back. You thought that was the last time you'd see the guy, so you brushed it off as an uncanny encounter. 'He's a pirate, so they'll probably leave this island immediately.' you forethought.

Boy, were you wrong! Because for the next couple of days, you always 'coincidentally' bumped into each other, and a series of back-and-forth barrage of why you should be joining his crew and why you shouldn't would always start. And the rest was history…

*End of Flashback*

You’re unsure if it's his persuasion, hidden charms, or just him being Luffy that you finally said 'Yes' to join his crew. Whatever it may be, you surprisingly never regretted it.

Your trip down memory lane was cut short when a mud-like entity appeared behind old man Hyo. It was Caribou, and on his stomach was Raizo, much to the old man's surprise. Questions were fired at the ninja, and he happily answered and explained to the old man what had been happening.

What was awesome was when Caribou stole Queen's share of Red Bean Soup!

"Fucking food finally! I was already thinking about chopping one of the Beast pirates." you nonchalantly said, which earned you weirded-out looks from Raizo, Caribou, and the old man. "Relax.", you said. " 's a joke.", and you smiled innocently at them. They can only nervously laugh at the awkward atmosphere while Luffy, knowing you, just laughs off his head.

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The next day, Kaido shared some news with Queen. Komurasaki, the famous Oiran of the flower capital, died. Queen was devastated and hurriedly commanded to hook up the light-scroll snail to confirm the news. Your team, on the other hand, was so eager to start the sumo match.

"Did you idiots gain weight from yesterday?!" Queen was astonished. Eyes popped out after seeing Luffy and the old man, all plump and round than they were yesterday. 'Stupid captain,' you scratched your head in annoyance. 'I told him to eat only enough to regain his strength. Not to the point of bursting!' The beast pirates probably know by now that Queen's casserole of Red Bean Soup was missing, and the culprits are not too hard to guess.

You pinched the bridge of your nose like it would help stop the upcoming headache. "I also think finishing all that soup was too much. I'm surprised he survived this long as a captain." Caribou muttered. "Well, that's Luffy for you." is all you can say.

The light-scroll snail was rolling, showing a place somewhere in Wano. Queen was frantically looking for any signs or news about Komurasaki but to no avail. The view was changed from one place to another until it showed a scene where Zoro and Sanji saved a little girl.

Both you and your captain's face lit up. You excitedly run towards the arena, propping yourself up to stand behind your captain and to get a clearer view of the scene. Everything happened so fast, and now your crew was all in combat mode. "Go get them, guys! Kick their dirty asses!" you cheered even though they won't hear you. Arms stretching upwards.

Queen looked at you and asked if you knew the green-haired man shown on the screen. It was Zoro. ‘Shoot!’ You should have remembered. You shouldn't know that you knew them as part of your crew's disguise. The excitement of seeing everyone again and in action had you slip the crucial details in your mind. Luffy turns to you with knowing eyes, and you both 'tried' to deny the fact. Lips pouting, eyes looking elsewhere in an attempt to lie.

Unfortunately, you two sucked at lying, "It's too obvious, you liars!" Queen hissed. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you couldn't care less about the consequences. To hell with the disguise! Everything was already fucked up since the escape mission failed. You’re almost at your limit anyway, and the itch of wanting to go wild is growing stronger by the minute. You focused your attention back on the screen instead. You have already decided that when all hell breaks loose in here, that’ll be your cue to go on a rampage. But for now, you’ll simply enjoy watching your friends break some legs.

In your peripheral vision, you saw one of Queen’s underlings approach him. You used one of your hidden skills to make out whatever he’s reporting.

Ultrasonic hearing.

Sounds cool, right?

Of course, it is. After all, you put so much effort into naming this skill in another fancy way to mask the truth that it was only talent in picking up gossip. So helpful in hunting new delicacies.

Kidding aside, you heard Babanuki speak about a criminal arriving soon from the Flower Capital. Queen seems not to expect any new prisoners and is curious about who they might be.

Not long after, Udon Prison's main gate opened, and more of the Beast pirates walked in. You noticed one of them on a horse carrying a vertical red flag with the words ‘HITOKIRI.’ Queen asked who it was. “He’s a piece of garbage that couldn't complete a mission given by the Shogun of the Flower Capital,” answered Babanuki.

“We have a message from Orochi saying that we can punish him however we like.” announced the man leading in front of the newcomers. “We brought you, Hitokiri Kamazo!” he shouted.

The prisoner started laughing manically, and you turned your head in his direction for some reason. Escorted was a tall man wearing a brown kimono, blonde hair, and a face covered with bandages. The only visible features you’ll see are his eyes and purple-colored lip. ‘Nice fashion sense.’

“Oh, so you’re Kamazo? I’ve heard a lot about you.” - Queen.

The prisoner continues laughing, not giving a shit about what the baboon said.

“We also caught another one,” another beast guy added. “This one was stupid enough to show himself to us while yelling something. So, I shot him multiple times and didn’t even try to run.” the guy laughed.

Much to the surprise so far, the other prisoner turns out to be Eustass Kid, captain of the Kid pirates. He was holed up in the same prison cell as Luffy, and when you’re trying to escape the other night with your captain, he beat you all to it. ‘What the hellhole do you think you’re doing, you Oni (demon)!’ You can’t help but think you’re surrounded with morons.

Luffy called out to Kid. He stood beside you, and you didn’t even notice. The shock on his face after seeing his fellow captain being brought back inside was evident. You turn your attention back to Kid, now kneeling on the ground. ‘Hey, what’s going on.’ Confused by his sudden action, you started to move toward the kid pirate’s captain, but Luffy stopped you. You looked at him, and he wasn’t even looking at you. He still has his attention on Kid. However, his grip on your wrist says otherwise. It was firm enough to tell you not to do anything. Yet.

You sighed, then nodded at Luffy; only then did he release his grip on you. Looking back at Eustass Kid, you saw an expression you never thought you’d see in him. Mixed emotions danced throughout his face, but bewilderment was more prominent.

He spoke to the other prisoner, Kamazo, who was still manically laughing. “Oi, what happened? Why are you laughing?! Stop! I said stop!” tears started forming in his eyes. He continued, “I remember how you hate the way you laugh…” staring at Kamazo but more like seeing a distant memory of the past, “...and you even stop laughing out loud at some point.”

Jerking your head to the side, thinking, ‘I’ve heard this before.’. It was somewhat familiar, but you can’t remember where or when you heard about it.

“Anyone who mocked the way you laughed was easily beaten to death.” - Kid

Then it hit you.

Your body froze.

An unwelcoming chill runs down your spine.

The next thing you knew, your lips moved, mouthing what Kid said, like you knew the next thing he’d say, like the back of your hand.

“Until you started wearing a mask to hide your face.” - You

“Until you started wearing a mask to hide your face.” - Kid

“No shit..” was what followed after the statement came out of your mouth. Blood ran cold, and your hands started to tremble out of control. You couldn’t believe it. You were just guessing and were instead hoping you were mistaken.

Now crying, Kid said, “That’s the person I knew. So please stop.” his tears flowed freely down his face. He’s hurt and in rage, and so are you. Your lips quivered to suppress the waterfall about to burst at the sudden realization. ‘What in the actual fuck…’

“Stop and look at me! What happened to our crew?! What happened to you?! Did Orochi do this to you?! Answer me!” Kid yells back at Kamazo with enraged eyes,

“Killeeeeeer!!!”

Hearing the confirmation made your eyes wide and your body tremble. The person you long to see after a long time is standing a few feet away from you. As much as you want to jump for joy, whatever you’re feeling right now is far from happy nor sad but rage. This is not the reunion you’re expecting to have with him.

“Milý-sama…” you whispered.

Continue on Part 2....

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i just found ur account and OHMYGOSH OBSESSED!! can i request the main 4 + tweek and butters reaction to someone flirting with their s/o (prayers for tweek and his constant anxiety lmao)

Team Stan + Tweek and Butters when somebody flirts with their s/o💗💗💖💖

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🧊

He will probably get jealous, but he is also focused on how you react towards the person flirting with you.

He gets all insecure and having thoughts of you leaving him for that person.

He won't be having those thoughts anymore when he sees that you slapped the person in the face when they tried to touch you.

You could say that he is letting out happy squeals inside, being thankful that you won't leave him for some random bozo.

You would be cuddling with him afterwards <3💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎄

He doesn't know how to feel about it.

But he can surely feel jealous and anger bubbling inside him.

Don't let him be alone with the person who was flirting with you things might get a lil ugly.

You would find him beating the person up because they tested his patience.

"Kyle! calm down!" You pulled Kyle away before glaring at the person.

"Hey! he's the one who beated me up so why are you defending him? you should be with me instead!"

You ignored the person while taking Kyle home.

"If I see them flirting with you again I'm gonna-"

Kyle was interrupted by you giving him a kiss.

"Calm down big boy, you'll blow a circuit" You took off Kyle's hat and began ruffling his jewfro.

Maybe he doesn't have to worry at all...💚💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🌹

He probably won't care, and would just think that you're just trying to make him feel jealous.

But once he sees that its not a joke and the person is for real flirting with you, his emotions is going all over the place.

In order to avoid showing any signs of jealousy, he would probably barge in between you both while trying to revert your attention away from the person.

He continues to do this until you start to catch on.

"Eric? are you jealous?"

"What are you talking about, I'm not jealous of anything you asshole!"

"Don't lie to me, you always show up out of nowhere whenever someone tries to flirt with me"

"I was just only making sure that you're okay. What? you want me to not check on you at all and just ignore you?" You still seem to not be buying it at all.

"I will give you KFC If you tell me the truth" you pulled out a bucket of KFC chicken out of the bag you had in your backpack.

Cartman began to sweat in full nervousness while staring at the KFC and you.

"Fine...! I am jealous....you probably would leave me for those people that flirt with you anyways!"

Cartman was about to go upstairs to his room until you grabbed his hand immediately.

"I may put up with you and your evil ways, but I didn't be your girlfriend/boyfriend for no reason you know..."

You leaned closer to Cartman and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you <3"

Cartman froze for a min before his face was tinted red fully.

First time?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍁

He would be a mixture of Stan and Kyle.

He would be jealous and angry at seeing some random person flirting with you.

But at the same time hes insecure so he probably might drag you away from the person while giving him a death glare.

If they still continue to try and hit on you he's gonna take some actions, even If he gets killed in the progress.

Flirting with you is his job, nobody else is allowed to flirt with you!

Please give this poor boy a lot of attention and love so he can feel better :(🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

He is going to be freaking out completely!

He was sitting on the bench with you in the park while drinking his coffee until some random guy decided to flirt with you.

He's definitely going to be having a lot of thoughts.

How are you going to react to that guy? will you leave Tweek for him? do you secretly go out and flirt with other people as well so they try to flirt with you back?? do you actually love Tweek or were you just pretending to all this time???

When the guy tried to give you a kiss you kicked him in the face and it knocked him out.

You turned to face Tweek as you saw him twitching violently and a lil hint of tears were coming out of his eyes. Probably because of all those thoughts he had in his head...

"Oh Tweek..." You gently hugged him while laying his head on your chest.

"Y-Y/n...do you actually love me...or ACK!...were you pretending to this whole UGH! time...??"

Your eyes were full of shock.

"Why would you think that? of course I do love you Tweek!" you pulled him onto your lap and gave him little pecks on his lips.

"Ngh....I didn't like when they guy was flirting with you and it made me think that you must've flirted with him ACK! UGH! before..."

"The only person I would flirt with is you B)" you whispered into Tweek's ear.

His face was red as a tomato. You began to giggle at the sight.💛💛💛💛💛💛☕

💛 Butters Scotch 🪩

He would be pretty nervous and sad at the same time.

Somebody flirting with you is just probably south park throwing shit at him again.

He tried to tell the person that was flirting with you to stop, but they just gave him a black eye right in front of you.

You desperately got angry and punched the person in the jaw and some of their teeth fell out.

"You flirting with me when I have a boyfriend is one thing, but hitting him right in front of me is another!"

Butters basically just watched you beat up the person.

When you were done you took Butters home to get his eye healed.

You had no idea how happy Butters was.

In the end, you both played hello kitty adventure together before cuddling in the night <3💛💛💛💛💛

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AN: I've really enjoyed writing this series. I'm deeply appreciative of all the feedback and reblogs. They've fueled my writing and truly made me thankful for each and every one of you.

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Summary: Our darling couple take the first step toward the rest of their lives

It's a cold November morning and once again FRIDAY is calling your name, dragging you from your precious sleep.

"Nooo," you grumble, nuzzling into Loki's chest and tugging the fur comforter over your head. It collides with his nose.

He snorts, pulling it back below his chin. "I'll take it from here, FRIDAY.

"Darling, you do need to get up." He shifts beneath you.

"No," you whine, your voice muffled by the blanket. "I want to stay like this forever." You reach your arm over his bare chest, squeezing it for emphasis.

"As much as I'd enjoy that," he chuckles, "your absence downstairs could cause significant upheaval. Not to mention the breakdown of our fearless leader.

"You weren't here when he went on his feeble-minded caffeine fast. There are beings in Niflhel far more pleasant than our dear Captain without his 'morning Joe.'"

"But you're warm, and...you smell good, and...and...I love you," you say between yawns, before peaking up at him with a pout.

"I love you too," he smiles and gives your forehead a peck. "That doesn't change the fact that it's Monday and you have to go to work."

You throw off the blankets with a dramatic huff. "Fiiine. I hate it when you're right."

Loki chuckles and grabs a robe as he stands, handing another to you.

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First things first when you get in the elevator. "FRIDAY, please preheat the ovens for kolaches and turnovers, then check the A-Team agenda and load orders for whoever's on call to the POS."

You can't fault Tony's design; two separate confection ovens, freezer and refrigerator on a vertical conveyor. The contraption stands in the back of your circular kiosk cafe along with a cooling/rising rack, sink, employee entrance, and ample counter space.

Nearest the lobby doors sit the POS station, espresso machines, grab&go fridge, and pastry display. In addition to base cabinets, there's bulk storage accessible via elevator to the garage level. With a voice command to FRIDAY, a central circle in the floor descends while a safety barrier ascends into the workspace.

Plenty of square footage for three people, and on a Monday you need all the help you can get.

Chrysa clocks in with a muttered "Morning" as you're reviewing the Avengers' order:

Medium red eye, black - 'Nat's home from her mission and there's a morning debrief.'

Large dark roast with a shot of DynaPep - 'Tony, apparently trying to kill himself after a night of post-mission "tinkering."'

Extra large cup of Joe, extra cream and an order of mixed pastries - 'Steve got his run in and feels guilty about the early debrief.'

Small cocoa with cinnamon and extra whip - 'Peter's going to be late for school. Really, Steve needs to put that kid's education first.'

Medium Dutch apple pie a la mode latte - 'Thor, making his way through the seasonal menu.'

Extra large dirty chai - 'Scott just got into town.'

You notice a distinct lack of Earl Grey with excessive honey - 'Loki went back to bed. Dick.'

The next few hours are busy, as to be expected. They have you, Chrysa and Dementy rushing around, baking, steaming, and ringing up customers as quickly as possible.

Things begin to slow by 9:30, and around 10 Wanda wanders down in sweats and clogs, a maroon hoodie covering her unbrushed hair.

You start on her turek as soon as you see her. "Hey, what would you like for breakfast? And weren't you supposed to be at the debrief this morning?"

"Hmm...a pumpkin muffin," she smirks. "I popped my head out, told the kid to keep his mouth shut, and bewitched Steve to think I was there before going back to bed.

"I'm not getting up after three hours sleep just to tell Steve everything went as planned."

"What about Nat and Tony?" you ask.

"Stark sent Mark 93 and Nat doesn't sleep half the time anyway."

☕

Wednesday afternoon finds you at a boutique with Nat, Wanda, and Hope, who's visiting for the annual gala. The latter, focused as always, has chosen six sleek, black, barely differentiated dresses and hovers with them hanging over her shoulder while the rest of you decide.

"I can't believe it's been a year since we met," you say as you hold a one-shoulder gown against yourself in the mirror.

"You should try that one on," Nat says, her sultry voice soft but insistent. "It has been a year, hasn't it? So this is a particularly special gala. Is that why you're only looking at dresses in Loki's colors?"

You grin down at the gold taffeta. "Partially. It's more a feeling he's going to do something especially dramatic? I don't know what, exactly, but I haven't seen him this cagy since my birthday. He sent half the people in Times Square to his pocket dimension because I turned down the street before the flash mob was in place."

Wanda snickers.

"You're kidding!" says Hope.

"No," Nat replies, "There was a huge fallout when Steve got back from his 'emergency mission.' Something about 'We don't know if pocket dimensions are safe for humans...that's abduction...what if someone had gotten hurt?!'"

"And don't forget," adds Wanna, "'If you're so concerned, Rogers, I'm happy to send you in there to create safety protocols. We could all use the break from your incessant nagging.'"

☕

You were going to spend Saturday lounging around the flat until you needed to get ready, but Wanda had different plans. She insisted you and the rest of the girls all have a spa day. Thus, in the late afternoon you're stepping off the elevator on your floor with goodbyes to Nat, Shuri, Wanda, Hope and Pepper.

You open the door to find Loki already dressed and pacing nervously in the front room. His curls are raked in lines from the many times he's run his fingers along his scalp. "Loki?" you say. He freezes like a child caught sneaking candy, a hand shooting to his breast pocket before he takes a breath to steady himself. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes," he attempts a carefree smile. "Of course, darling, everything is wonderful. I...uh, I was just concerned you might not make it back in time to get ready."

You raise an eyebrow, amused by his ironically poor lie. "You do realize we don't have to be downstairs for another two hours, right?" Cupping his cheeks, you pull him down to kiss him. "Whatever it is you're so nervous about, I promise it will be ok. God or not, no one is perfect, and I'm not going anywhere."

He calms a bit. "Right. Well, I'm just going to, ah, see if Stark needs any help getting things organized." He checks his pocket again before rushing out the door.

You do your hair and makeup, wandering around the bedroom in only shoes and panties as your gown simply isn't bra-friendly. You're unhooking the dress from its hanger when hear the front door open.

"Great timing," you call out. "I'm going to need help with this zipper."

Loki enters the room. "Ravishing as always, darling," he grins at your bare chest. "I could help with a lot more than your zipper, you know."

"Says the god who was worried we'd be late?" You smirk.

"Right," he chuckles. "Let's get you into that so I can get you out of it later."

☕

The event space is nearly unrecognizable; Tony's modern minimalism nowhere to be seen.

The chrome columns are covered in black silk, green velvet held against them in sandglass form by thick gold cords. Grand chandeliers twinkle from the high ceilings, alight with five thousand candle flames. A brass quintet sits atop a raised stage opposite the bar, the dance floor spread between them.

"You weren't kidding when you said you'd help Stark," you smile, nodding at the decor. "It's very you." Standing on your toes, you give his cheek a peck.

"Thank you," he takes a steadying breath. "Shall we, er, have a drink? Perhaps some appetizers? Oh look! There's T'Challa and Shuri catching up with my brother. Why don't you join them while I find us sustenance."

You wander over to the group, letting your anxious lover gather food. "Hey," you greet, lightly grazing Shuri's shoulder as you siddle between her and T'Challa.

The king greets you with a tight hug. "It has been far too long. You have to come visit us in Wakanda.

"Okoye keeps talking about getting a Starbucks, but I told her there's better coffee to be had from international sources."

Thor lights up as his brother joins the group, handing you a cocktail and a plate of hors d'oeuvres. "Are you ready?" he asks Loki, a shiteating grin on his face.

"Will you desist?!" Loki says through gritted teeth, attempting to surreptitiously stomp on his brother's toes.

You pop a stuffed mushroom in your mouth and pretend not to notice while you listen to Shuri describe her latest invention. As your discussion of the device begins to dwindle, you hear the opening notes of a familiar waltz.

Loki clears his throat, his hand extended. "May I?"

You take it and he leads you to the dance floor. You can't take your eyes off him. His floor craft is perfection as together you dance smoothly through the other couples.

You know not just the steps, but how he'll take them, making reflexive shifts in your footwork to blend precisely into his.

His hands are comforting as he holds you, his natural scent like burning pine and fresh snow. His vibrant green eyes are full of awe of you and the glowing adoration reflected on your face.

When the song ends, he spins you to the center of the dancefloor. Your skirt settles and you find him kneeling as he holds your hand and a stunning emerald ring.

"Darling," he looks at you with batted breath. "Will you do me the honor of being my princess?"

"Loki, oh my god! Yes, yes, of course I will. Nothing could make me happier!" As soon as he slips the ring on, you pull him into a fervent kiss and the band strikes up the wedding march. You know that wherever you are, so long as you're with him, you'll be home.

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kararisa · 1 year

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marigold promises

— 22. look me in the eyes [☕︎ = 0.6k words]

Attending classes in Lawrence Hall is a daily occurrence for you, but today you walk towards the building for a different purpose. Today marks the first day of your training for the annual regional competitions.

Loath as you are to see a certain someone, Tighnari had informed you that he and a friend of his would be your teammates for the science segment, so you’re holding out hope on the possibility that today might be peaceful.

The moment you see Albedo reading a book on the staircase brings you back to reality.

Working with the person who hates you more than anything will prove to be difficult (or inconvenient at best), but you were always one to step up to the challenge. You’re not backing down just because of some argument.

Albedo glances up and stands up the minute he sees you, making his way up the staircase.

You had come here with the intention of trying to establish one of your temporary truces – it wouldn’t be appropriate to have the two of you fighting over who’s more correct in a situation where you’re supposed to work together. Besides, you certainly weren't going to be crossing a bridge that has long been burnt. Would it kill him to listen to what you had to say for once?

You pick up the pace and make your way toward the second floor, moving in front of him and blocking his way.

He will hear you out, whether he wants to or not.

“I have somewhere to be,” Albedo greets you, his tone void of emotion, “And I’m sure you do too. I would appreciate it if you would get out of my way.”

You cross your arms and scowl at him, “Cut the attitude. I want you to listen to what I have to say.”

He gives you his full attention, yet his gaze is diverted elsewhere.

“I know we hate each other and everything,” you start, “But we’re supposed to be working together. Can we put our differences aside just for this week? Then you can go back to hating my guts afterward.”

“I didn’t realize I needed your permission to dislike you,” he scoffs, “Fine, whatever makes you happy.”

Albedo tries to walk past you, but you’re not letting him get away that easily.

It was instinctual, the way you grabbed his collar and shoved him against the wall.

Even after all that, even after his eyes widen ever so slightly, he still can't bring himself to look at you.

You grab his chin and carefully turn his face toward yours.

"Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you, Albedo."

His cold blue eyes meet yours.

And this time, he doesn't look away.

A second passes — Albedo's eyes echo the hatred you yourself felt for him.

No, not hatred.

Envy.

What did he even have to be envious about? All your life you've had to claw your way to get where you are now. You work just as hard as he does, if not harder, yet he always beats you at your own game. The things you excel in, he exceeds.

If anyone knew a thing about envy, it was you.

Your voice is low when you next speak, "You think you're so much better than me. Well, listen up. The two of us qualified for a reason, so you better cooperate. Because we're not just representing ourselves, we're representing the whole school. So let's put our pride aside and work together."

Leaning in closer, you whisper against his ear, "We did it once. We can certainly do it again."

Releasing his collar, you turn your heel and make your way toward Room 208.

You don't bother to see if he follows you; his silence already says as much.

And you're sure he got the message one way or another.

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summary: it was evident that you and albedo have changed in the five years you’ve spent apart, but you know better than to view him through the lens of nostalgia. with one goal on your mind – graduate valedictorian – who better to stand in your way than the studious, intelligent, ice-cold albedo? one thing’s for sure: he’s going down.

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The Recruit - 17. Clint

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 3131

Warnings: Smut (FFM bisexual threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, tribbing, edging)

Synopsis: When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it. He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time. Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out. It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

17. Clint

Clint was a big fan of being in a relationship. He often led with his heart, making calls about people on the fly, running headlong into marriages, and trusting his instincts. There was so much he enjoyed about being with another person. He loved the close bond you formed when you were in love with another person, how they were your best friend and closest confidant. He loved PDA - there was nothing he liked better than cuddling and holding hands, and making out with people whenever they were within reach of him. He loved the sex. Yes, it could be amazing having a random hookup, but he really did love how silly and experimental sex could get when you had the right long-term partner. He loved having company. He loved the potential that romance could be family. He loved the idea of one day being a dad. He loved the act of falling in love.

Unfortunately, relationships didn’t always end up well for him. He loved being in relationships, but he wasn’t always sure he was the best partner. He had been judgemental in the past, to the point it ruined his marriage. He’d cheated on someone he cared about. He doubted himself constantly. Partially because he had made stupid mistakes with people he loved, but also because he didn’t have great examples of healthy relationships and unconditional love in his life. His father had been violently abusive right up until he’d died and taken his mother’s life as well. His brother had ended up turning on him and trying to kill him. Every foster home had been violent, and the circus only provided conditional care. If he made money they took care of him, if not, he was out. Within the circus, he even picked up two more father figures, both of whom tried to kill him at least once.

Yes, Clint loved relationships, but it wasn’t until his current one that he really felt secure in it. There was something about polyamory that just clicked for him. It was weird, in a way, because where some people might find dating six people to be difficult to juggle, Clint just found he got more of the good stuff and less of the bad. There were more people to make out with, and more people he considered his best friends, the sex was way more varied and regular, and when he started getting all up in his head about things he had a whole bunch of people to help him think about things more reasonably. Even this week, when Steve had been particularly short with him since returning from his mission, the others had reminded him Steve had just gone through something big so that Clint didn’t end up spiraling.

Plus he’d fallen in love five times, completely guilt-free.

Now he was falling in love all over again. He loved training with you and felt personal pride when you aced a lesson. He loved when you came to dinner with the group and the little buzz of excitement that wasn’t there before. The buzz that came when you were starting to realize that what you were feeling for someone was real, and there might be a future there. He loved the one-on-one time he got to spend with you, as rare as it was still, when it did happen he felt this instant connection, the way he had with Natasha all those years ago.

It was date night tonight and you’d agreed to spend time with him and Natasha. He was practically thrumming with excitement. He had plans - or ideas that could be plans if you were up for them. He thought you would be up for them. He felt like he was getting to know you well now, and he was sure you’d be just as excited as he was.

“You know I haven’t had sex with her yet?” Natasha said as she watched him get everything ready.

“Well, obviously we don’t have to have sex,” he said. “Twister doesn’t mean sex.”

She laughed. “You’re such an idiot.”

The affection was clear in her voice. Like the word idiot, was a synonym for I love you.

He grinned and kissed her cheek. “Look,” he said. “You said it yourself, it’s hard to date someone when you can’t take them out on dates. I want to make sure we do something fun that’s not just watching TV while we eat pizza. She’s moving into the building which will mean it’s easier for her just to come up and see us and do that more chilled hang out, but this is date night, so I want it to stand out.

“And Twister is your way of doing that?” she asked skeptically.

“There’s not just Twister,” he said. “I borrowed Bucky and Sam’s Switches so we can play Mario Kart or Mario Party, and I’ve got tasting platters for dinner. It’s going to be fun.”

She went to look over the food options when there was a knock on the door. Clint was so excited he practically skipped over to open it.

Your face lit up when he pulled the door open and his heart skipped a beat. You looked amazing in the red A-line dress you picked out for the date. Clint thought you always looked great though. Even in sweats with a huge sweat patch on the back, he thought you looked hot as fuck, but he loved seeing the choices you made when there was a date. It told him more about you.

“Hello,” he said, with a hint of playfulness in his voice. “You look amazing.” He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Come in.”

“Thank you,” you said, following him inside. You approached Natasha and she kissed you in greeting. “This is the first two-person date I’ve done.”

“We tend to spend most of our time in twos or threes,” Natasha explained. “I know that must sound strange given we’re all together, but it means we all get to focus on each other as individuals rather than just a hive mind.”

“I guess that makes sense,” you said. “Plus I bet it’s hard to find a bed that fits you all.”

“You’re telling me,” Clint said. “Need to contact Hugh Hefner and ask who makes his furniture.”

You burst out laughing and Natasha gave him a playful push.

“Do you want a drink?” Natasha asked as she went to the fridge. “Clint’s a heathen, but he might have some red wine. He definitely has beer.”

“Beer is fine,” you said. “Thank you.”

She went and got three beers from the fridge. “So how’s moving going?” she asked as she handed your bottle over.

“Slow. I’ve given notice, but I need to get my things moved over here and money’s tight,” you explained. “I’d ask my boyfriends and girlfriends for help, but they aren’t allowed to be seen doing that.”

The tone you had used was so light and playful, it was impossible to confuse it for anything other than a joke, but it still made Clint frown. The secrecy was something he wasn’t a big fan of either. Not that he wanted the whole world to know his business, but he also didn’t like having to pretend he wasn’t in a relationship any time he stepped out the door.

“You know there’s money available for moving costs for employees?” Natasha said. “If you book a removalist and take the bill to accounting, they’ll cover it. I don’t remember what the amount is, but I think it’s pretty high. It’s to help entice people to make the move from around the world.”

“Are you sure it would be okay? I mean - I’m only moving across the river,” you asked.

Natasha shrugged. “I think so,” she said. “I mean, you can ask accounting, but we hire the best of the best, and part of that is making sure it’s easy for them to work here. Anyway - speak to accounting. Ask for Lillian. She’ll sort it out.”

“Thank you,” you said.

“Sorry we can’t help,” Clint said. “I’d do it if there was a way to make sure no one saw.”

“Hey,” you said, rubbing his arm. “It’s okay. I get it. I mean, it sucks we can’t just be like other people, but I wouldn’t want to put the rest of you at risk.”

“We’ll work it out one day,” Natasha said. “I’m sure we will. Eventually, we have just to say; screw it, you can accept us or not, but this is us. But not until you’ve finished your training, and probably not until you feel like this is it for you. Or we all feel like that, I guess.”

You nodded. “I understand,” you said. “Don’t worry, I get to have pretty great date nights, even if we can’t go out. Which brings us to now. What have we got in mind?”

“Oh god, you’re going to love this,” Natasha said, stifling laughter and shaking her head.

“Well, it depends where you want to start,” he said. “I have the stuff to do a fondue sampler and then a desert sampler,” he said. “I’ve got some switches and we can play Mario Party. And I’ve got Twister!”

“Twister?!” you exclaimed.

“Yes!” he said, grabbing your hand. He had thought you’d be excited about it, but when Natasha had questioned the idea, it had made him doubt himself. The fact you seemed genuinely excited made him almost vibrate with excitement.

He dragged you over to the living room where he made space for the game and picked up the box and held it out to you. “You wanna play?”

You laughed and nodded. “Set it up.”

It wasn’t long before you, Clint, and Natasha were tangled up together trying to spin the wheel without fully toppling everyone over. He knew he and Natasha would be good. Natasha was a trained ballerina, and he had been trained in acrobatics. He was surprised by how well you were keeping up given your training was more strength based than flexibility.

Your legs were trembling now as you reached out to spin the wheel. Clint was face up with one leg somehow under Natasha while both his arms were over you. Natasha was basically a pretzel, weaved in and out of both you and Clint. Clint was loving it. Not just how close everyone was, or how he loved to show off his skills, but even Natasha had started laughing not long into the game. He loved seeing her drop her walls.

You reached over and flicked the wheel. “Clint can you see that?” you asked.

“Left foot, yellow,” he said.

“Fuck,” you cursed and slowly started trying to move your foot.

Natasha started giggling. Actually giggling. Clint wasn’t even sure he’d ever heard her make that sound before. It was like music to his ears.

“Come on, you can do it,” Natasha teased. “You just have to get past Clint.”

“I’m trying,” you cackled. “I might have to dislocate my hip.”

“No pain, no gain,” Natasha teased.

It made you laugh louder and that was enough for you to lose your balance, you went toppling over, taking Clint with you, and then Natasha, so that the three of you fell into a pile on the ground together, all laughing hysterically.

“I don’t even know how to get untangled from this,” you laughed.

“Why would you want to?” Clint said, pulling both you and Natasha into his arms.

“Clint!” Natasha yelped. Despite her protest, she wrapped her arms around both you and Clint and nuzzled into his neck.

Clint grinned and kissed her, then turned to you, capturing your lips. One of your hands went to his hair, tugging on it gently, it sent a little shiver down his spine, that only grew when Natasha began to kiss his neck.”

You broke the kiss with him and Clint watched with lust-blown eyes as you leaned over and kissed Natasha. Clint had a whole host of emotions swirling inside him, and they were all good. He was delighted by how much fun everyone had just had, especially Natasha who usually held herself back from really giving in to her silly side. He felt the deep strong love that he’d nurtured over so long with Natasha, and the exciting new love he was developing with you. He felt excited about what seemed to be happening right now, even if it stopped just at the making out. All those emotions mixed and fed his desire and his cock twitched in his pants.

He ran one hand up under your skirt, running his palm over your ass, while the other hand slid up under Natasha’s shirt.

That simple action seemed to switch something on inside Natasha. The kiss intensified, and she guided you onto your back and pushed your skirt up. You lifted your hips and she grabbed the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. When she’d tossed them aside you spread your legs for her, exposing your cunt.

Clint’s cock was only getting harder as he watched Natasha drop her head down and begin to suck on your pussy. You moaned, bucking your hips up. Your hands went to your breasts and you massaged them as you writhed under Natasha’s attention. Clint moved up behind Natasha and pulled her pants down to her knees. Natasha spread her legs as much as she could, and when Clint saw the glisten of her pussy lips he plunged in and began to eat her out from behind.

With his vision now gone and his hearing already muted, he was overwhelmed by the other three. The scent and taste of Natasha’s cunt made his cock strain against his jeans almost painfully. Even with his damaged hearing, he could hear the moans both you and Natasha made and it only added to his own need.

He lapped over Natasha’s cunt, pushing his tongue inside her to taste as much of her tart sex as he could before he started focusing on her clit. Her thigh muscles tightened under his hands and he felt her start to tremble. Your sounds were getting louder and louder and all at once you cried out and seemed to pull Natasha toward you. Natasha moaned and her pussy clenched, drenching his tongue as she came. He sat back and even as you and Natasha panted and rode your orgasm highs, you both stripped off your remaining clothes. Clint followed your lead, shedding his clothing and tossing it aside. As soon as his jeans were unfastened, his cock sprung out and he let out a sigh of relief. By the time he had wiggled out of them, Natasha was on top of you, grinding her bare pussy on yours.

Clint had always been the kind of guy who was super into spontaneous sex. For that reason, just as Natasha had guns and knives hidden everywhere, he had condoms and lube. He opened one of the drawers on his coffee table and pulled out a condom, rolling it on as he watched you and Natasha writhe on the Twister mat. He moved up behind you and grabbed Natasha’s hips, and slid inside her. They moaned in unison as the heat and wetness of Natasha’s cunt enclosed Clint’s cock. When he’d pushed in as far as he could he began to thrust. As he did you ground up against Natasha, your pussy stimulating her clit and making her clench and flutter around his cock. Natasha’s moans got louder and louder as Clint brought her closer and closer to the edge and just when she was there, about to tip over he pulled out and plunged into your cunt.

You let out a gasp at the surprise intrusion, and you arched your back up under her. Natasha ground down on you as Clint started to fuck you hard. Each time he thrust into you, your bodies connected with a wet crack. Natasha wrapped her fingers around your jaw and looked down into your eyes, watching you closely, as she and Clint brought you to the edge.

Just as your cunt began to flutter, Clint pulled out and thrust into Natasha again.

Again and again, he brought you and Natasha to the edge, only to pull out and switch. He was barely keeping it together himself and each time he pulled out of either of you, the whine of frustration that accompanied it made his cock throb.

The fourth time he pulled out of Natasha she looked back at him with her eyes narrowed. “I swear to god, Barton, if you don’t let me come…”

He smirked and leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “What will you do?”

She slapped his hip as he thrust into you again. His apartment reeked of sex. Sweat was clinging to his skin, and your pussy dripped as he fucked you, creating a small pool on the plastic Twister mat.

He pulled out again and thrust into Natasha again. He was right on the edge and he gritted his teeth as he plunged into her again and again. Natasha’s legs trembled and she moaned loudly into your neck, babbling the word please over and over, something he’d never gotten Natasha to do before. He didn’t let up and with a loud cry, she came, gushing over his cock.

He pulled out and slammed back into you, unsure if he’d make it to your release before coming himself. Thankfully, it wasn’t long until you were a squirming mess under him and you arched up, crying out loudly as your cunt clamped down around his shaft, drawing him in deeper. He finally relaxed and let his own orgasm happen. He shoved deep into you as your cunt squeezed around him and came with a deep moan.

As his cock stilled, he sat back, breathing heavily.

“Holy shit,” Natahsa panted as she rolled off you, her arm covering her face. “It’s never been like that before. Not with anyone.”

“Pretty fucking good, huh?” he sighed.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed in agreement. “I forgot what else you said we were going to do tonight.”

“I can beat that,” Natasha joked. “I can’t even remember my name.”

The three of you laughed breathlessly, and you forced yourself into sitting. “You wanna have a shower?” Clint asked.

“Yeah. Then I definitely want to eat,” you agreed.

“For sure,” Clint said. “Gonna need to carbo load if I’m going to go again.”

Natasha hit him weakly. “Who said you’d get to go again.”

“The night’s early, Nat,” he said, getting up and pulling her to her feet. He offered you his hand and you took it, letting him pull you up too. “We still have plenty of time for more shenanigans.”

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 6 months

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Melted Promises | MYG

Pairing: soldier! min yoongi x fem! wife! reader

Summary: He made you a promise that he sealed with a kiss. He said he'd come back to you after the war was over. You could only hope, with a heavy heart and melted dreams, that Yoongi would keep his word and find his way back home.

Warnings: fluff, angst, married! au, war! au, feelings of uncertainty and yearning, happy tears, food. (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.1k words

~Prompt 1: Found Family

~Snowflakes divider by @samspenandsword

~Prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

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It was cold. That was all you could feel. Apart from your thumping heart in your aching chest. You were waiting, like every other day after the war had ended. You waited patiently yet you still counted every second. You waited in silence but your mind was racing with thousands of thoughts, of possibilities.

The house was so big without him. The bed was too cold without your husband there to hold you through the icy nights. The table looked longer without him by your side. And life was grey, always threatening to paint itself in black with the news you feared with your entire being.

You hadn’t received a letter from Yoongi for three months now, the war ended two months ago. The uncertainty was killing you slowly, every single day you looked down at your golden band around your ring finger and your heart pained within you, not knowing if Yoongi was alright or not, if he lived or not, if he was going to come home to you or not.

The sound of chopping filled the overly-quiet house. It almost hypnotised you in its own rhythm. It was monotonous, colourless. A soft resemblance of how you had been living since Yoongi left you to go and fight for a country that didn't deserve his pure soul.

"Don't cry, I'll be back before you know it."

His voice reached your ears yet it wasn't a sweet experience like before. You feared with all your being that this was going to be the last time you heard your husband's voice. It was cruel. Bittersweet.

"I'm sorry, but I really don't want you to go, Yoongi."

He sighed, feeling his heart clench at the sight of your tears. You weren't the only one in this position. Lots of men were also saying their goodbyes to their wives, some even to their children. The train station was filled with empty promises and painful tears. It wasn't fair.

"I'll come back to you. I promise."

You sniffled, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hands. Trying to be strong for him. You knew how scared he could be at times yet he never showed any signs of it.

Even when those words were based on nothing, you held onto them. The last promise he made to you before the whistle of the upcoming train reached your ears and you embraced him for the last time.

"And I'll be waiting for you to come back to me. I'll miss you like the sun misses the moon, waiting until we meet again."

A lone tear escaped his eye, rolling down his pale cheek at your words filled with so much pain it broke his heart to leave you behind. To leave you in uncertainty. In heartbreak.

"Forgive me."

The train stopped and he had to pull away from you. Gazing into your (e/c) pools once more, maybe for the last time with tears of his own in his dark eyes.

"I love you, Yoongi."

He smiled slightly, the corners of his lips lifting as he looked down at you while his hands rested on your cheeks. Admiring you, imprinting you into his memories and heart.

"I love you too, my (y/n). Never forget that."

You nodded at him, the lump in your throat not allowing you to express your wounded soul to him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. Something that was once as sweet as honey was now sour, poisoned with the thorns of separating two lovers.

You blinked and the memory disappeared from before you. Tears were clouding your eyes and you had to put the chopping knife aside, feeling drained of any energy as you drowned in your waiting, in your sorrow, in your pain.

You let out a sigh, sliding down against the counter with your back resting on it. If only you could make Yoongi appear before you, if only a letter for him would suffice to calm your racing mind. At least you'd know he was alive. That he would come back to you as he promised.

Tears began leaking from your eyes like endless rivers of sorrow. Pain for a destiny you were unsure of, ideas that existed only in your head and you feared would come true.

You had to take a deep breath, calming yourself the best you could, before standing up and wiping your tears with your hands. Yoongi had made a promise to return to you while you also promised him to wait patiently for him.

Remembering your words, the feeling of his lips with that last kiss he had given you, you braced yourself for the future, holding onto melted promises that hung in the air.

It was late at night, another month had passed when you found yourself curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace with dying embers. A soft blanket covered your body as you fell asleep there.

You had made it a habit to wait until your last strength in the living room just in case your husband were to return home in the late night or early morning.

Every night you hoped to wake up to him opening that door and embracing you, kissing your temple and probably carrying you to bed yet every morning you woke up to the same empty house, the same silence surrounded you every time you opened your eyes the next day. The same ache settled in your chest. A pain only Yoongi could relieve.

Snow was falling from the dark skies, the winds were strong outside of the house where you slept with an uneasy heart.

You stirred at the sound of the lock turning, frowning slightly at the disturbance. Sitting up, the blanket scrunched around your waist with the motions. You turned to look at the door as it opened, not really reacting at all with your head still swimming in the world of sleep.

Yoongi entered the house with heavy steps, he was able to catch the last train that would drop him off near his home, it didn't matter that he had to walk for two kilometres at night while it snowed heavily for he only wished to go home to you. See you, embrace you and tell you he loved you.

When your eyes met his from across the living room, you blinked once then twice. Not believing the sight in front of you. Yoongi stood there, taking in your form. It looked like you had fallen asleep on the couch that night yet the tiredness in his bones restrained him from launching at you and taking you into his arms.

"Is this real?"

His heart clenched at your soft whisper. Your eyes held an uncertainty that pained him beyond words. For how long had you dreamed of his return? If he had been able to come back to you since the war was over, he would have. Without a second thought. But life got in between. And the realisation that his absence had hurt you made his heart clench in his chest.

"(y/n)."

He took a step forward, then another and another until he stood in front of you. Gazing down at you with so much love and longing in his dark eyes that you almost reached to touch his hand.

"Am I dreaming?"

He smiled. That gummy smile you loved so much. His eyes watered at your delicate voice, noticing your fingers itching to reach out to him.

"No, dearest. I'm back. It's over."

His hand cradled your cheek and that was the moment you broke down. Realising your husband was there with you. After all this time, he came back to you. Just like he had promised. Your own hand trapped his against your cheek as the tears left your eyes uncontrollably.

"I missed you."

Yoongi sat down next to you, taking you into his arms as he embraced you with all the yearning he had had for you since he boarded the train what seemed to be decades ago.

"I missed you so much, Yoongi."

He pressed you even more into his chest, his own face got buried in your neck, inhaling your scent. That scent that calmed him, his favourite fragrance. The aroma that clouded his senses and lived within him.

"I missed you too, love. So much. So much."

His own tears began wetting your hair as he held you almost harshly against him. Not wanting to let go ever again. Not going to let you go any time soon.

You broke the embrace, needing to look into his eyes. Needing the confirmation of his existence next to you. For you had dreamed of this moment countless times before that now your soul feared this was another representation of your heart's desires.

"You are really here."

You whispered, not breaking eye contact with your husband, your hands resting on his shoulders as you looked at him. You noticed his hair was a mess with melted snowflakes slightly wetting it, his eyes sparkled under the dimly lit room. His hands felt calloused against your own hands. His thumb ran over your left hand, softly caressing your wedding band.

"I promised, didn't I?"

You nodded at his words, biting your lower lip in order to stop the sobs of happiness from escaping you.

"I... I was so scared, Yoongi. Why didn't you write to me? I didn't know if you were alive or not. Don't do that to me ever again!"

He smiled at you, feeling tears of his own pooling in his dark eyes that held your whole world in them.

"I won't, I promise."

He put a strand of your hair behind your ear, admiring how beautiful you looked. Admiring his lovely wife after years of being apart. Of silently praying to be reunited with you, of wishing and dreaming of the moment he would be able to hold you again.

Your forehead rested against his, taking in the beautiful moment, the sound of the harsh winds outside was drowned by the rhythmic sound of your heartbeats combined in the cosy living room of your small house.

"I'm never leaving you again. This years apart were the worst torture for me, forgive me for making you go through such pain, (y/n) of mine."

You shook your head, ceasing his babbling as your hands fisted his coat.

"Yoongi, shut up and kiss me. Only the heavens know how much I've yearned for you."

He chuckled, not wasting another second before his lips were on yours. Taking in your scent, your taste, your existence before him. One of his hands cradled the back of your head while the other held yours tightly as they rested on your lap. Your hands were on his shoulders, keeping him close to you.

He was home. After all he's been through, all the death he had witnessed, all the agony and the despair he was finally where he belonged. Next to you, his beautiful wife who would always wait for him even if he were sent to hell and back. You'd wait and he'd return. There was no other option.

And right now, he kissed you, pouring all his hidden emotions into the soft action that represented the love he had for you in a small fraction of its existence. He kissed, having missed you more than he ever thought possible while you reciprocated the kiss.

A kiss of reunion you had dreamed about so many times in so many ways in different places. You allowed yourself to be free of your pain and yearning, your uncertainty and fear. You welcomed him in your arms, a place he'd always be safe and loved. You embraced him, not letting go ever again.

When he parted from you, Yoongi smiled, feeling the love radiating from you and healing his wounded heart. You closed your eyes, enjoying the intimacy, the quietness, the peace that found you after so much torment both in your mind and reality.

For he had returned to you, his family. After tasting both hell and heaven, Yoongi was back to you, returning to his family and the only person in this world that was worth saving. His darling. His wife. His love. For all times to come.

December/01/2023

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#winter event 2023 #yoongi #sweetcarrotsandroses97 #bts #bts fic #promtps #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #min suga #bts suga #suga #min yoongi x reader #fluff #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #angst #love #married couple

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bleach-your-panties · 6 months

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🔴Request: Kensei turns the tables and gets Shuuhei back with help from Kensei's s/o 😝

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a/n: lmao, i started this years back and went digging in my docs to find it. y'all are giving me the tea with these requests and it is PIPING HOT, honey☕🍯😂

•the official sequel to this request & bonus material!

🛑warnings: 18+ mdni. exhibitionism, degradation, desk sex, oral (m!receiving), Kensei alluding to a possible orgy, Shuuhei's trauma karma , lmao.

Shuuhei trudged along to the 9th Division Communications Office early one morning after flopping oh-so ungracefully out of bed.

His captain, Kensei Muguruma, had called for an early morning meeting that was mandatory for him to attend.

Why did he have to be the only one in attendance? What about Mashiro?

The certain green-haired woman probably couldn't be found at the moment, so Kensei just gave up and took who he could get, who just so happened to be Shuuhei.

He grumbled silently to himself as he walked along, only lifting his head up to greet a few passing shinigami that said good morning to him.

Once he walked through the door, he spotted Kensei sitting at his desk shifting through some papers.

The white-haired man looked up at him with a small scowl on his face, and gestured for Shuuhei to sit down.

"What did you need to see me about, sir?" Shuuhei asked tentatively, not wanting to get the man riled up for any reason.

Kensei took a minute to respond, which puzzled Shuuhei for a moment.

He was about to repeat the question when he heard a soft but drawn-out 'ah' like someone inhaling a large gulp of air after having held their breath for a while.

'Okay, that's a bit…unsettling…' Shuuhei thought.

Kensei's face flashed from his usual intense look to a more relaxed one, the wrinkles between his brows disappearing for a microsecond before he was back to his typical glare.

"I found a lot of grammatical errors in your draft for next week's issue. Review it again."

He handed Shuuhei the folder with his work in it and the plum-haired male accepted it with an affirmative nod.

"Right, my apologies, sir. I'll take it home and begin revising it right now-"

There was that sound again.

Soft ah's and hm's and then an unmistakable sound that he was all-too-used to hearing throughout his own home.

Shuuhei dared to push himself away from the desk and let his eyes trail downwards and follow all the way from a sandaled foot and up a black-robe-clad back until they met the sight of your mouth latched onto Kensei's huge cock, your nose buried in his soft-looking, light grey pubic hair.

"AH! Oh my God! I-I'm s-so sorry, Muguruma-taicho! I didn't know that you-, I swear I didn't look; I mean I looked, but it was unintentional!"

Shuuhei continued his nervous babbling, bringing the folder up to cover his flustered, tattooed face.

"I-I'm a happily married man!" He decided to throw in there so that he didn't get killed fired.

Kensei sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, but the latter was likely due to you moving your tongue to circle over one of the thick veins under his cock.

"Don't I know it? You say that like I didn't catch you in here fucking your wife on my fucking desk."

"I said I was sorry!"

"I don't give a fuck, just get out and - s-shit Y/N - fix your fucking blunders so we can get this shit published."

"Yes sir! S-sorry again, sir!"

Shuuhei ran out of that office as fast as his legs could carry him. He was moving so fast, you'd think he was using sonido.

"Is he gone?"

"Yeah, and now I can get back to work. That means you can get back to work as well, slut."

"Yes sir, Muguruma-taicho~"

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A little later that evening, Shuuhei had finished his revisions and decided to drop it back off by the office before heading to his s/o's division to pick her up for a surprise dinner date.

Big mistake.

"Taichou, I finished those revisions that you asked me to m- OH GOD!"

Kensei had you propped up on your knees on the top of his desk, facing the door. Your mouth was gagged with your white obi and his rope-belt had your wrists secured in front of you while he held your legs apart by the ankles.

Thank God Shuuhei couldn't see Kensei's dick pummeling you from the back, but he could see how the grey-haired man's movements had you and the entire desk lurching forward, not to mention your breasts swaying and bouncing out of your shinigami robes.

"Drop it on the desk there and since you like walking in on me so much, why don't you bring s/o and I can show you how to really fuck a whore."

Shuuhei almost broke his neck turning the corner to get the fuck out of there.

'No, no thank you! She gets fucked pretty well I'd say, and I'd like to just erase the image of your grey pubes out of my head, please and thanks.' He rolled his eyes and huffed, getting the fuck away from the 9th Division offices.

Next time Kensei called a random meeting, Shuuhei would hunt Mashiro down by force and drag her there by her stupid orange scarf if he had to.

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Can I request a Sukuna x Fem!reader

Sukuna meeting the reader that has the same power as Muzan from kny. IT WOULD BE TOTALLY CRAZY😵

Or you can just do a headcannons or a oneshot whatever you like☕🍵

a/n : AH THANKYOU ANON I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT JJK SO BAD BUT DON'T HAVE ANY IDEAS AA thankyou for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

summary : when sukuna thinks he just met someone worth a fight

: reader is a jujutsu tech teacher who takes care of yuji until one day sukuna caused chaos, reader has a similar curse technique as muzan's demon art, sukuna isn't too powerful (yuji estimated has swallowed 2-3 fingers), sukuna is a menace, might have a part two that contains fluff (if requested <3)

- like a switch yuji itadori's behavior changed, you unprepared with what is going to happen

- you were drinking tea with itadori alone so he could improve his curse technique while gojo is on a mission outside japan (also the higher ups insisted that you took care of yuji incase the vessel might switched accidently)

- you abruptly stand from your chair when you didn't hear the sweet voice of the pink haired boy instead there was a deep, raspy voice

- instantly you created a veil to avoid unnecessary sightings but while doing so, sukuna has already injured some customers in the tea shop

- "heh sensei, the brat adored you so much you know. would be a shame if i killed you now eh?" he said mockingly, challenging you

- "you know y/n, in our era woman doesn't need to do this. they stay at home, they serve their husbands. only man are needed for combat" he said once again while scratching his long, black nails on the wall

- "that's where you're wrong ryomen, this isn't your era anymore" you wasted no time and lunged towards him while expanding your limbs, multiplying them

- sukuna also had multiple limbs however he is incapable of releasing his original form so he struggled a lot with your limbs that kept attacking him

- "is that all you got y/n?! just few arms that i can slash over and over again, this is boring!" he said with joy on his face, while you kept attacking him with the remaining energy that you have

- sukuna wasn't unaware, that you had another technique up your sleeve. the technique that allowed you 'control' curses, using them for your advantage

- while sukuna was enjoying his time slashing away your long arms, he wasn't paying attention

- you have released the technique upon the humans in the tea shop that has been turned into curse by sukuna (although this technique is risky as some curses can remain as curses and never change into humans again)

- as sukuna ripped off your last arm, he sharpen his nails and approached you when one of the curses bit his arm

- confused, sukuna ripped his head (only for it to regenerate back because he didn't used any curse energy) soon, more curses were piling on him and you again expanded your multiple arms to trap the king of curses

- "tch is that all you got? you're weaker than that white haired man then, you jujutsu sorcerers think you're all strong and shit"

- "i was never stronger than him to start with. but i know im strong enough to bring itadori back. itadori! itadori come out!" you said while smashing the head with curse energy hoping it would bring yuji back (and bring him back with the injuries too)

- "tch you and the brat would suffer from this, one.. one day"

- "it's an honour for you to target me, now give itadori back" you said softly, almost like talking to a child to be gentle

- sukuna's thought was like huh what, she's a little cute that i noticed. huh no one talked to me ever so gently like her huh?

- he let his guard down and the body psychically changed, itadori was back

- "huh sensei what happene- HUH SENSEI I CAN'T SEE, WHAT'S HAPPENING SENSEI? AH THERE'S SO MANY CURSES SENSEI HELP" the panicking boy exclaimed while blinking his eyes furiously due to the blood trickling down his forehead

- you reversed the curse energy on the curse that changed them into human again and lifted the veil

- you rushed to call ijichi and after 20 minutes or so he arrived to bring you and yuji to the hospital

- while in the car yuji blurted "sensei i don't know if this is a dream of mine or a thought of sukuna's but he thinks you're really pretty"

- ijichi accidentally hit the brakes "AH I'M SORRY" he said (no he would be panicking GOMENASAI! 😭)

- you slowly turned to look at yuji only to see the mouth on his cheek smirking at you. that bastard you thought

- "well what else did he say?"

- "uh he said something about marriage? marrying you i think?"

- "yeah i think i'll pass the offer ryomen"

- "we were bound to be y/n! become mine and i will-" he didn't finished his words as yuji slapped his mouth "sorry sensei, he's already annoying to me. i don't want him annoying you too"

- you smiled softly at itadori, forgetting that sukuna can see you too making him unconsciously blushed

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jjk ryomen #ryomen sukuna #ryomen x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna fluff #jujutsu kaisen sukuna

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ONE BED? – Usopp x female reader

Summary: the crew just arrived to a new island and decide to pass the night in a comfy inn. Your bedroom only has one bed... and Usopp in it.

Word count: 0.9k.

Warnings: none I can think of, just the cliché one-bed-prompt yay. And sorry for any mistakes, English is not my main language.

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Spending a lot of time with these people on a ship helped you to get used to all of them - their triggers, their routines, traditions, and a lot of stuff. You even got used to the little to no privacy of the ship, so none of you really opposed to share rooms once you arrived.

The inn was warm, small but seemed perfect for one night. And Luffy cheered everyone to accept and stay to sleep in a comfortable bed for just once in a while. You and the crew agreed to it, having a good rest sounded great and being honest, you needed it.

Nami picked a room to stay with Luffy, meanwhile Zoro just shrugged it off to share with Sanji - hopefuly they will not kill each other until the next day - and that left you and Usopp last. The only room available was for you and the other captain.

"That's fine for me," you said. Usopp grinned and the crew made their way to the second floor of the inn to find your rooms. The keys were given to you, so you took the lead, passing by Nami and Luffy, who had their room near the stairs, and finally Zoro and Sanji crossed the door in complete silence and with poker-faces.

You opened the door of the last room available and made your way inside, with Usopp following behind your back. It seemed nice, but something caught your attention. With wide eyes you noticed there was only one bed. One. Bed. For you. And Usopp.

No, this couldn't be.

You left the room immediately and ran on the aisle, until you checked that Nami and Luffy had two beds of their own. The orange-haired girl closing the door was the last thing you saw.

Quickly, you made it to the next door and opened the room without knocking. That was such a wrong move to make. Sanji was standing so close to the swordsman, and had grabbed Zoro's shirt between his strong hands, and it didn't look like he was straighting it.

"What?" the smooth voice of Zoro helped you to get out of your trance.

"Sorry, just checking. You're doing great," was all you said before closing the door again. Yeah, they could survive the night.

You came back to your room, where Usopp was already waiting, with his lips curved softly.

"So... I think you should take it."

"What?"

"The bed, you need to sleep in it," Usopp encouraged without even asking.

That certainly calmed down the strange sensation in your stomach. Of course, if there have been two beds there wouldn't be a problem. But just one it felt too intimate.

Why did you feel like this in the first place? It wasn't like you never shared a room with any of the boys before, you were used to that. However, now it felt different and time suddenly stopped. His eyes looked at you lovingly, as always, waiting for your answer.

"Sure, thank you Usopp."

Both of you started to prepare the bed and he would take some blankets and a pillow for the night. And then your mind started to wonder.

Usopp had been taking care of you since you joined the crew. He had been kind, helpful and loved teaching you new things. You also loved hearing his pirate stories, made up or not, they brightned your days. Usopp brightned your life.

And you thought Usopp should rest well, just like you. This meant nothing, right?

"Usopp, I can't do this to you," you started. "Sleep with me-" and you realised how wrong that sounded. "I mean- sleep here on the bed too. All of us are tired, and-and I think you need to rest as much as I do."

Usopp thought your stuttering was cute, and a smile curved on his lips.

"My lady, I am grateful," he made a small reverence, causing your laugh to fill the room. "You can pick your side."

His humor and words made you feel at ease. You got yourself comfortable, taking off your shoes and loosing your clothes a little. Chosing the left side of the matress, Usopp followed soon after, taking off his boots and using a pillow to make a small division between both of you.

Surprisedly, sleep found you soon enough. Maybe in minutes. There was no need to turn your back to him, you felt at home and the warmth of his body lying down peacefuly by your side helped to calm down the cold of the night you were feeling before.

When it dawned, you felt a familiar touch on your hip, your head lying on something that wasn't your pillow. Blinking a couple of times, you noticed yourself resting on Usopp's chest. How you ended up like this, passing through the pillow barrier was unknown to you.

But it felt nice. Taking a glance to his face, he looked quiet, in peace after many nights sleeping in the hammocks of the ship. His breathing was serene, chest going up and down, and you could hear his heart beating as you felt his hand on your hip.

"Morning, beautiful," Usopp called with a raspy voice, making you giggle.

"Good day, captain."

You spet some more time like this, just talking and lying down together as if you have done it many times before. It felt good, and now you knew why you got flustered around him.

You loved him. As much as he loved you.

You made sure to thank the gods for giving just one bed to stay the night.

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Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 21

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 21 - Paying Homage to Our Ancestors

Song Qingshi got up early and took Yue Wuhuan to the ancestral hall to pay respect to his ancestors.

The ancestral hall, which other sects attach great importance to, is remote and inconspicuous in Medicine King Valley, hidden in the trees, dilapidated and not much better than the medicinal servants' residence. Outside of the ancestral hall was a medicinal garden. Yue Wuhuan had passed by several times and thought it was an abandoned building and ignored it.

Song Qingshi pushed open the door, sealed by an array.

There was a thick pile of dust inside the ancestral hall, and apart from the simple tables, chairs and offering table, there was only an old painted scroll.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you lock it. There aren't any valuables," Song Qingshi explained with some embarrassment. "I haven't been here for many years. Wait a minute while I clean it up." Then he rolled up his sleeves and first used a cool breeze spell to blow away the dust. After throwing cleansing spells everywhere, he set up an incense bowl on the altar and put flowers and fruits around it. Finally, he found a broken mat, patted the dust off with his hands, and said with satisfaction, "All done."

Yue Wuhuan stood beside him, holding the incense in a daze. He had never seen such an unrefined sect in his life. . .

Song Qingshi unrolled the painted scroll on the offering table and hung it up.

The scroll had no figures or inscriptions, only a boundless sea of clouds. A brilliant light beamed through the depths of the sea of clouds, lighting up the sky.

Song Qingshi tried his best to explain: "I accidentally got the inheritance from my ancestors in the hidden realm. My ancestors didn't leave a name, only the surname Song. I didn't have a surname then, so I took my ancestor's surname as a sign of respect. . ."

There were a lot of killings in the immortal world. Many children had lost their parents. His original body was one of them. Because he was born with two kinds of spiritual abilities and had a very high talent for medicine and poisons, he accidentally obtained the Medicine King's inheritance in the hidden realm and created the Medicine King's Valley. Practicing medicine and treating diseases, refining alchemy to make poisons, and occasionally going to the hidden realm to grab some rare medicines unknowingly helped gain the sect the reputation it has today.

"This inheritance in the immortal world was placed directly into my consciousness, so this painting is the only physical material left by the late master. I guess it has special sentimental value, so I used it as an offering. In fact, I don't know what the painting is about. It may be a landscape. . ." Song Qingshi, feeling guilty about his random assessment, quickly dismissed it. "Anyway, I have copied all the manuscripts that are suitable for inheriting the sect and put them in the library. You can read them yourself."

After Song Qingshi finished his introduction, he felt confident that he hadn't missed anything and instructed Yue Wuhuan to offer incense.

Yue Wuhuan lit the incense respectfully. When he was about to kneel down, the incense went out.

He re-lit the incense, knelt down again, and the incense went out once more.

Yue Wuhuan looked at Song Qingshi worriedly: "Could it be. . . the master doesn't want to accept me as a disciple?"

"Impossible. You're so smart. The late master couldn't be happier." Song Qingshi waved his hand. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Speaking of which, I don't recall ever having kneeled here before. Every time I come here, I clean up and leave after I burn incense. I must have forgotten. . . I guess the late master might not like being bowed to by his disciples, so try offering incense directly."

Yue Wuhuan dubiously inserted the burning incense into the burner, stood up and saluted.

Sure enough, the incense in the burner burned steadily and didn't go out.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't help asking: "Is this disrespectful to the ancestors?"

"The late master didn't like these sorts of things. He liked. . ." Song Qingshi recalled the inheritance that the original body received. Those inheritances were full of knowledge, leaving almost no personal traces except a very interesting word, which seemed to be his motto, "Question."

Question authority, question knowledge, question everything in the world.

Questioning is the driving force behind scientific research.

Song Qingshi wasted a lot of energy explaining his philosophy to Yue Wuhuan: "The late master didn't want us to respect him personally. What he wanted us to respect was knowledge, to carry out his philosophy, to study well, to study carefully, and to never hesitate to question what he left behind just because he was the master. Although Master was very powerful, he could still make mistakes. We have to find the correct answer in the neverending mistakes."

Yue Wuhuan hesitated: "The correct answer?"

Song Qingshi said happily: "Well, I've already studied and proved several mistakes of my master and re-revised the answers."

His theory can be described as shocking in the immortal world where masters are respected.

Yue Wuhuan was too shocked to speak.

"Perhaps this is the root of Medicine King's Valley foundation," Song Qingshi said longingly. "If I die, I hope to be like my master, to not have my disciples worship, and to not leave portraits and names for future generations to admire. These things are a waste of time. If you have the time to do these things, you might as well use it for research. It's better to finish the projects I haven't finished, correct the mistakes I made, and create more interesting. . ."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuhuan yanked his arm heavily, interrupting his thoughts.

Yue Wuhuan stared at him fiercely. His face was as gloomy as a sky about to rain. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Don't say such unlucky things..."

Song Qingshi finally came to his senses and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm talking about the end of my life."

Medical students aren't afraid to talk about life and death, and he didn't feel that this topic was anything special.

Yue Wuhuan panicked and interrupted sternly: "Don't say that!"

Song Qingshi realized that he was really angry. He thought about his psychological problems and obediently shut up.

Yue Wuhuan also knew he should bow his head, but he didn't want to apologize.

The two were silent for a long time and finally silently pretended that this topic had never happened.

The worship ceremony was completed.

. . .

Song Qingshi liked to eat sweets, especially sorbet. Yue Wuhuan was very picky about the taste, thinking that the ones bought from outside weren't good enough and too dirty, and there was no good cook in Medicine King's Valley, so he took the time to study various sweet food preparation methods. Every day, he cooked all kinds of sweet food for him in different ways, which was especially delicious.

After An Long discovered Song Qingshi's private stove, he became incredibly grabby and tried to get Yue Wuhuan to cook for him too.

Song Qingshi was instantly angry: "Is my eldest disciple a waiter?"

An Long didn't care about such reasoning. He made a big fuss, just wanting to eat desserts made by Yue Wuhuan.

"Forget it. He's very busy," Song Qingshi lost his temper. He put down his book, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it for you."

An Long's eyes lit up with joy.

Although Song Qingshi loved sweets, he didn't go out of his way to eat them. He was fine whether he ate them or not. In the original world, he was the eldest young master who only had to stretch his hand out for food. In this world, he would rather fast than make food, so he had never been in a kitchen in either of his two lifetimes. His brain was filled with tens of thousands of herbs but had no place for oil, salt, sauce or vinegar. . .

He stood in the kitchen in a daze for a while, trying to figure out how to use various utensils. He couldn't find a recipe and didn't know how to make fire with ordinary firewood, so he simply used spiritual fire and made dessert like alchemy.

Finally, after mucking around for a long time, he brought out a plate of round dumplings with charred black skin, each of which was exactly the same size and shade of charred blackness. Perfectly satisfying for anyone with OCD.

"These are green dumplings." Song Qingshi had always been brave in the face of failure. He took out the finished product to prove that he had tried hard. He then said, "It probably won't taste good, so I should throw them away. I'll ask the cook to make something for you. As long as it doesn't bother Wuhuan, anything is fine.”

An Long smiled and watched, then suddenly picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth.

Song Qingshi didn't have time to stop An Long from indiscriminately eating them, so he was a little worried about diarrhea.

An Long chewed it carefully for a long time and praised: "It doesn't look like much, but the taste is actually alright."

Immediately afterwards, he happily threw a few more dumpings into his mouth until only the last one remained.

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded. Even he didn't dare taste this stuff after it came out of the oven. Was it really edible? So, in a brave and challenging mood, he put the last dumpling into his mouth and chewed it. The explosive taste rushed over his taste buds in an instant. The fishy taste was worse than the most bitter medicine and was bad enough to make him nauseous.

Song Qingshi was so disgusted that tears came out of his eyes. He quickly spit out the dumplings, gesturing to An Long speechlessly.

An Long slapped the table and laughed crazily, so much that he couldn't sit upright.

He was like this in the past. He would be willing to hurt himself in order to make fun of the original body. He has a good grasp of how low he could go before he went too far with the original body, so he could successfully walk on the thin line of death every time. When he saw that Song Qingshi was about to explode, he quickly wiped away the tears from laughing, regained his dignity, and added: "I'll never ask Yue Wuhuan for food again."

Song Qingshi instantly dissipated his anger.

An Long said playfully: "It's only the first time you made it. It's precious. You must try again."

When Song Qingshi thought about his creation, he felt a little embarrassed.

An Long chased after him: "By the way, do you want to see the new poison I developed? It's very cute."

Song Qingshi immediately forgot such insignificant things as dumplings and happily dragged him to the research room.

On the way, An Long smiled and asked, "You're really nervous about this darling Yue Wuhuan. What's wrong with him?"

Song Qingshi glanced at him vigilantly, unwilling to answer this private question, and instructed: "Don't mess around."

An Long pondered: "That's interesting. . ."

The more Song Qingshi didn't allow things to get messy, the more he wanted to mess things up.

How fun is it to mess around?

. . .

After finishing sword practice, Yue Wuhuan was returning to his room to shower and change clothes. When he passed by the corridor, a small paper ball hit the back of his head.

The ball of paper fell on the ground and rolled around. It seemed like there was something wrapped inside it.

Right now is when Song Qingshi does pharmaceutical experiments and can't be disturbed. . . So he squatted down obediently, picked up the paper ball according to the other party's wishes, and slowly unfolded it.

Wrapped in the paper ball was a terrifying double-headed centipede, with countless legs wriggling and disgusting mucus flowing from its two grotesque mandibles. It opened its teeth and claws to pounce on him.

Yue Wuhuan thought about it and wrapped it in the paper again. He threw it away and said angrily, "Immortal An, don't do such childish things."

"What? Qingshi's not here, and suddenly you're too lazy to pretend to be good?" An Long laughed and came out from behind the screen wall. He beckoned, and the centipede immediately crawled out of the paper ball and returned to his palm, "This little guy isn't poisonous. It’s just for scaring people. Every time it can scare a beauty into screaming and trembling, it’s very fun. Why aren’t you afraid at all? I’m a little disappointed.”

Yue Wuhuan said helplessly: "If the Immortal Master wants it, I can scream for you."

"Don't, it'll sound too fake. I won't like it," An Long flipped his hands, and the centipede disappeared. He walked over lazily, looked Yue Wuhuan up and down curiously, and praised, "I never thought that a man could be so beautiful. Even more beautiful than Miss Wan in Mingyue Tower. I know you only like men, but still, I don't feel disgusted."

Mingyue Tower was a famous brothel in the immortal world, and Miss Wan was a famous prostitute.

This analogy was extremely malicious.

But Yue Wuhuan didn't care. He smiled and said: "I've heard that Immortal An's confidantes are all over the world and have seen countless beauties. Many immortal maidens and devils are jealous and have even fought over you. Today, it's a great honour for Wuhuan to be praised for his beauty."

"Young Master Wuhuan is joking," An Long heard him secretly mocking his flirtations and was amused, "My confidantes can't compare to the many that must be fascinated with you. I once knew a friend, what was his name? He's still a hero following a righteous path. He can't forget about you. Knowing that you have willingly entered Medicine King's Valley and can no longer get close to him, he gets drunk and complains a lot."

Yu Qing talked nonsense after drinking in Xilin, which tarnished Song Qingshi's reputation, so he killed him and sent his body to Medicine King's Valley for research.

Yue Wuhuan pretended not to understand: "I never remember dead people."

An Long sneered and said, "Beauties are so ruthless."

"Yes, prostitutes are ruthless and heartless." Yue Wuhuan pointed out his sarcasm. He raised his head, brushed his hair that was wet from the sweat from practicing sword practice behind his ears, and walked a few steps. He lazily leaned against the corridor's screen wall, raised his eyes, and asked provocatively: "Immortal An, don't you think it's interesting to be alive?"

An Long followed and bent down. He pressed his arm tattooed with the five poisonous creatures tightly against the screen wall next to his ear. He towered over him, smiling wickedly, and took off his disguise, baring his sharp wolf teeth: "I think I think you're a funny little fake. I want to know what's hidden under this beauty's skin. Let me have a look, okay?"

Yue Wuhuan smiled and asked: "Is Immortal An interested in my true face?"

An Long frivolously pinched his chin and forcefully lifted it. He examined his face carefully, leaned forward, and said fiercely: "Very interested."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him quietly for a moment and reminded him: "Master seems to have finished his experiments ahead of schedule."

An Long withdrew his hand quickly. He panicked momentarily before suddenly remembering that he had blocked Song Qingshi's spiritual detection so he wouldn't be discovered.

Yue Wuhuan lowered his head and held back his smile.

"You dare lie to me?!" Realizing he had been tricked, An Long was furious and wanted to flash his claws at this ignorant guy.

In an instant, a spiritual fire rose under his feet.

An Long sensed the crisis and immediately jumped away.

Immediately afterwards, several spiritual fires forced him to retreat several feet away.

Song Qingshi appeared behind him, wishing he could smash An Long to death with spiritual fire for bullying his little angel without a second thought. Fortunately, Yue Wuhuan had reminded him that he should secretly use his divine sense to check what An Long was doing while he was here; otherwise, this dead dog could have torn down Medicine King's Valley! Although high-level cultivators were able to isolate the divine mind from detection, when he found that An Long's aura had suddenly disappeared from the research room, he realized something was wrong. He thought he was going to hide and do bad things, so he came here after discovering Yue Wuhuan's location.

An Long pointed at Yue Wuhuan, so angry that he couldn't speak properly: "You!"

Yue Wuhuan whispered aggrievedly: "I didn't lie."

Song Qingshi rushed to Yue Wuhuan in one large step. He carefully checked whether he was injured, and asked nervously, "Did this guy bully you?"

Although he didn't see what had happened, it didn't take much thought about who was right and who was wrong between the fierce and domineering An Long and the cute little angel. Was there much to consider when comparing who's stronger and weaker between a mentally fragile patient and a rough and thick-skinned immortal? What's more, An Long can kill Yue Wuhuan a hundred times over with just one finger! He must take good care of his little angel! Not just for the investment but to protect him!

Song Qingshi was eccentric and magnanimous, and frankly, he was justified.

An Long glared desperately at Yue Wuhuan behind his back, the kind of gaze that held a particularly strong deterrent effect.

Yue Wuhuan looked at it and said softly and protectively: "No, Immortal An is quite nice. He's joking with me."

Song Qingshi looked back at An Long suspiciously. The spiritual fire on his body was still burning, and there was a faint urge to switch to a poisonous fire.

An Long instantly switched to a pure smile: "I wouldn't dare bully him. I'm just chatting casually and telling jokes."

"Yes," Yue Wuhuan continued to persuade. "Master, I seldom go out, so I'm quite curious about the outside world. Immortal An is good-natured and had a lot of interesting things to share. I'm happy to listen."

An Long grabbed Yue Wuhuan's shoulders and patted his chest. He laughed, "He and I hit it off right away. We just want to be friends."

Yue Wuhuan admitted with a smile: "Immortal An really didn't bully me."

Song Qingshi gradually extinguished the flame and doubtfully asked: "Is that so?"

The two of them nodded at the same time: "Yes."

Song Qingshi was a little confused and scratched his head. When he saw An Long blocking Yue Wuhuan from leaving with a domineering posture, he felt angry. He really didn't understand what they were doing. Could it be a misunderstanding?

"You go first. I'll find you next time to play a little longer," An Long greeted Yue Wuhuan with a hidden threat. and then dragged Song Qingshi away as quickly as he could. "Come on, let's see if the petri dish from yesterday has any results."

"Don't be angry. I really dare not bully your glass man."

"Rule 72."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop talking about it. Have a drink with me."

"I don't want to."

". . ."

Yue Wuhuan saluted politely and watched the two leave.

The King of Xilin Poison stood in a high position all year round. He didn't need to think many things through. Violence was enough to crush everything.

Therefore, his temptations and thoughts were superficial and very easy to guess.

It's just investigating his miserable past that brought up despicable suspicion; suspicion that he had someone backing him up, suspicion that he had evil intentions for Medicine King's Valley, suspicion of his ambitions, and even suspicion that he had feelings for Song Qingshi. But he was also worried that if there was no evidence, Song Qingshi would tear him apart, unwilling to actually investigate. He wanted to find an excuse to wind him up, try to find out his true face little by little, and then crush him to death.

This matter isn't difficult to solve.

Since the King of Xilin Poison wants to see his true face, then he'll show him his true face.

He hoped he could take it. . .

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☕ Nie Mingjue appreciated Meng Yao's competence, but even when their relationship was good, it was never a personal relationships

In a shocking turn of events, I agree with you. And though my response is monstrously late (over a year?), I have taken the time to go through their relationship from start to finish to back us both up. I wouldn't consider this comprehensive, but it's an overview that makes a reasonable starting point and if anyone wants me to write an entire thesis they'll need to pay me.

Stage I

NMJ notices JGY's competence as the lowliest of recruits tasked with cleaning up the battlefield. I actually think this is a great moment because we really see that at this stage of the war NMJ is still capable of recognising his own worst impulses and mitigating them somewhat, as he does when he terrifies the commoner woman and her child. Anyway, the first thing he appreciates about JGY is unequivocally his competence.

Then NMJ overhears the cruel cave gossip. Because he already has his eye on JGY and because he's outraged by the behaviour of his cultivators, he elevates JGY on the spot. His intentions are very good here because he wants to reward JGY's performance and teach the other cultivators a lesson. But the trouble is that JGY's promotion is then explicitly tied to their own humiliation in the mind of those cultivators. So poor JGY is off to a bad start, and the text notes that he is painfully aware of this while NMJ is oblivious. This scene is unequivocally an interaction between a social superior and a subordinate.

Despite the lack of finesse in the execution, JGY is deeply grateful and reiterates his awareness of his debt to NMJ more than once thereafter. But chronologically the next time we see JGY and NMJ interact is when LXC arrives at Hejian. We're told that due to the war the boundaries between duties are somewhat blurred and thus even though JGY is NMJ's deputy he serves the tea. That's also consistent with JGY's pattern of making himself indispensible to those around him. Nothing in this scene indicates anything other than the relationship between a clan leader and a trusted and competent subordinate. I won't get into the teacups moment because NMJ is just generally oblivious to the trials those around him must endure, and I don't think it's specific to JGY even if JGY is most severely affected. (Then again, if NMJ did notice he would probably mishandle it a la the cave incident.)

Next is NMJ eavesdropping on Xiyao and interrupting them. As is typical of him at this point, his intentions are good. And, helpfully, he explains his own motives. He doesn't say anything about friendship. He says that JGY's conduct/character is to his liking. In other words, he doesn't like JGY so much as he approves of him. This is very much the attitude of a superior to their subordinate. And JGY responds with the appropriate respect and gratitude of a subordinate, too. The fact that the three of them then sit and converse pleasantly is in large part due to the presence of LXC, who is friends with both and is bridging the gap. And I am sure that NMJ and JGY have had pleasant conversations without LXC around, but to me it seems clear their relationship is very firmly situated in their respective roles.

Stage II

NMJ comes across JGY killing the Jin commander at Langya in a way that makes it clear he is intending to frame the Wen for it. NMJ is enraged. He listens to JGY's explanation but doesn't consider it sufficient, and very much acts as though he still has a right to command JGY. I actually think it's fair enough that if anyone sees someone ostensibly committing a murder it's pretty natural to tell them to turn themselves in, and even in this particularly violent and dangerous society JGY's actions are towards the extreme end (though hardly unique!). But NMJ doesn't listen to JGY pointing out that his life with the Jin is intolerable and his father will be glad to have an excuse to dispose of him if he turns himself in.

This is not a conversation between two friends misunderstanding each other. This is a former subordinate pleading with his former master who still holds very real power over him. NMJ's disappointment in JGY is described very much in terms of being angry and it's reasonable to read this as being hurt (in his own way) that someone he approved of doesn't meet his personal standards after all. I could spend a long time unpicking this scene because I have thoughts and a half on it, but I'll just note again that this entire incident is firmly situated in superior/subordinate territory, particularly in regard to NMJ's feelings about JGY not acting like a proper subordinate.

After this incident we are again told very clearly exactly how NMJ feels about the matter (EXR, Ch. 48):

Nie Mingjue was never close to people. He rarely opened up to anyone. Though he finally managed to obtain a competent, trustworthy subordinate, whose character and capabilities he approved, he found that the subordinate's true colors were nothing like what he had thought they were. It was only natural that his reaction was so extreme.

Subordinate. Subordinate, subordinate, subordinate. Yes NMJ has been close to JGY and opened up to him, as one must by necessity open up to a trusted aide. But he thinks of JGY as a subordinate and yet again we have that key word: approve. He doesn't like JGY. He approves of him. And once that approval is gone, an even deeper and more implacable disapproval takes its place.

We aren't directly told JGY's feelings on the matter but I think those can be summed up with one observation: he saves NMJ's life in Qishan. And he knows NMJ. He knows it would be of vast personal benefit to himself to let NMJ die. But JGY remembers when he owes people, and he owes NMJ big time for giving him that chance originally. Again, remember that JGY always frames his gratitude towards NMJ as a subordinate who was given a chance by a superior. There is never any mention that this develops into a friendship.

Stage III

NMJ doesn't kill JGY in Qishan partly because LXC intervenes and partly because he decides to give JGY another chance to prove himself. Let me harp on this again: he grants JGY a reprieve as a superior giving a wayward subordinate another chance, and JGY throws himself on NMJ's mercy in a similar vein. This is JGY—if there had been a former friendship to invoke in an attempt to save his own life, he would certainly have done so.

This is all consistent with NMJ's reason for entering into the sworn brotherhood. He wants to be able to tell JGY what to do, and because by the rules of their society he can no longer do that as a superior, he is trying to game his way in via becoming JGY's elder brother. Of course NMJ consistently fails to accept that actually by all the conventions of their society JGY is accountable to JGS and not to him, but the point is not reality. The point is his motive. NMJ isn't looking to recapture a friendship or keep a former friend accountable, because JGY was never his friend. Yes, JGY is now his brother. But he doesn't treat JGY as his brother; the brotherhood is just the means by which he can treat JGY as a subordinate again. And JGY is trying to balance this as best he can, but the difference between his ongoing fear of NMJ and his affection for LXC is stark.

Stage IV

I'm going to touch on the stair kick and Cleansing/Turmoil mostly in order to emphasise that this is not a disintegrating friendship. JGY is once again appealing to NMJ as a subordinate in an impossible position, and NMJ is continuing to bull in a china shop his way through the conversation by refusing to take JGY's difficult situation into account and making things even worse by trying to directly countermand orders JGY has had from his own father. NMJ says the worst thing anyone could ever say to JGY when he both denigrates his mother and proves definitively that his claims to only care about JGY's actions not his background were just hypocrisy. And what is it that pushes NMJ over the edge so that he says what he really thinks?

It's the fact that JGY asserts himself as NMJ's equal.

Yes NMJ points out the terrible things JGY has done. But when all is said and done, when he kicks JGY down the stairs he doesn't bring up JGY's actions. He brings up his parentage.

Because NMJ does think he is better than JGY, not just through his actions but due to his birth. And JGY fundamentally does not agree with that. This is the point at which JGY accepts that he's going to have to do as his father wants and kill NMJ, and the point at which I think he loses all hope of ever regaining NMJ's approval. Not only does JGY no longer need NMJ's approval, but NMJ has violated the terms of the oath they swore to form their brotherhood and he has negated the debt JGY owes him from when he was first elevated.

The last time we see NMJ and JGY in the same place while they're both alive, NMJ is once again eavesdropping (very honourable, Chifeng-zun). I do think it's telling that NMJ is so deeply outraged that JGY is having actually a fairly mild vent at LXC (an LXC who is gently pushing back on said venting in point of fact); once again, NMJ does not think that JGY has a right to be dissatisfied with his lot or to express his unhappiness with the situation in private. If he were actually paying attention it would be very clear that LXC is not nodding along and being brainwashed, but is trying to encourage JGY to be optimistic and keep trying.

I don't think there's a real need to dig too much into this because these are NMJ's last moments and at this point he's so consumed by the sabre spirit that he's ruled by all his worst impulses. Though he could sometimes do so in the past, he is now no longer able to rein in his worst impulses: the listening in on others, the snap judgements and hypocritical moral inflexibility, the hair-trigger temper. It's just the final, hyperviolent expression of his groundless belief he is the final authority over JGY.

Stage V

I'll keep this one short and sweet. Yes NMJ's body breaks out of its tomb, and in hunting down JGY he forces JGY to resort to dismemberment in order to survive. I could be whimsical and say that even in death NMJ thinks JGY is accountable to him! But again, all this fits the pattern of NMJ as the entitled former superior and JGY as the subordinate refusing to stay in the role he has been allocated. There were absolutely warm feelings of a kind between them once: NMJ approved of JGY and JGY was grateful to NMJ. But even when it was at its best, I would not call their relationship a friendship.

(Nor, for the record, a romance.)

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