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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months ago

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can I request reader being an avenger and pregnant with bucky's baby and he has to deliver his own baby after reader went into early labor during a mission ?

absolutely love your work thanksss

Precious Little Miracle » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger/Husband!Bucky Barnes x Avenger/Wife/Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You go into labor during a mission and Bucky delivers yours and his baby.

Warnings: Fluff, language, dad!Bucky/mom!reader, childbirth, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: Thank you @buck-star for helping me come up with ideas for this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Ever since you found out you were pregnant, you wanted to get as much work done as you can before the baby comes. Now, you’re in your eighth month of your pregnancy. You’re surprised that you’re still able to go on mission. Bucky, on the other hand, is a nervous wreck every time you go on a mission in your delicate condition. You swear he ages 10 years every mission you go on. You’re able to get the job done though.

“Doll, please be careful.” Bucky says.

“I am being careful, James.” You say.

You threw one last punch at the target, knocking him out. You stood there for a moment to catch your breath. You put your hands on your pregnant belly like any pregnant woman would do.

“Are you ok, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“Other than my feet hurting, I feel great.” You say.

“We’re going to the safe house.” He says.

“Babe, I’m fine.” You say.

“Doll, please don’t argue with me.” He pleads softly.

You didn’t want to argue with him so you gave in. Bucky informed the Steve that you two are going back to the safe house. In a way, you’re glad to be going back to the safe house. You just want to relax and get off your feet. When you and Bucky got to the safe house, he opened the door for you like the gentleman he is.

“Always such a gentleman.” You smiled.

“Only for you, doll face.” Bucky playfully winks.

You walked inside the safe house with Bucky following behind you. You kicked off your combat boots and went to the living room to relax.

“Can I ask you a question?” Bucky asks.

“Of course, Buck.” You replied.

“How come you didn’t stop going on mission when we found out you’re pregnant?” He asks.

“I just wanted to get as much work done as I can before the baby comes.” You answered.

“I understand that, doll, but you really need to be careful. I don’t want to lose either of you. I don’t want to experience that.” He says.

“Baby, you’re not-” You gasped when you felt a gush in between your legs.

“Babydoll, what’s wrong?” He asks softly.

You looked down at the floor, quickly realizing that your water broke. Bucky followed your gaze to the floor. His eyes went wide.

“Did your just water break?” Bucky asks.

“Either that or I peed myself.” You say.

You grabbed onto Bucky’s vibranium arm and cried out when you felt a contraction.

“Doll, I’m pretty sure you’re in labor.” He says.

“No.” You shook your head. “It’s early. She’s not due for another few weeks.” You say, your eyes filling with tears.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back to help keep you calm.

“Everything is going to be ok, doll.” He says softly.

“No it’s not.” You whimpered.

“Babydoll, look at me.” He whispers.

You look up at your husband with teary eyes.

“Everything is going to be fine. You have to try to stay calm and remember your breathing, ok?” He almost whispers.

You nodded. Bucky pecks your lips softly. He then guided you to the couch. You sat down on the couch. So did Bucky. You made sure to remember your breathing like Bucky said.

“Bucky?” You almost whispered.

“Yes, doll? What is it?” Bucky asks softly.

“I’m scared.” You tell him.

“So am I.” He whispers.

You whimpered when you felt another contraction. You squeezed Bucky’s hand. You inhaled and exhaled. You were able to relax when it passed.

“You’re doing great, doll.” Bucky praises softly. “Just keep breathing.” He says softly.

Bucky went to stand up to get his phone to call your doctor to let her know you’re in labor and to inform the team about what’s going on, but you grabbed his arm tightly to prevent him from doing that.

“Please don’t leave me.” You begged.

“I’m not going anywhere, babydoll.” He assures you softly. “I’m just going to get my phone to call your doctor to tell her that you’re in labor and I’m going to inform the team of what’s going on.” He tells you.

You stared at your husband for a few seconds before allowing him to get his phone. Bucky pecked your lips softly before doing so. He called your doctor and informed the team.

“Bucky!” You whimpered when you felt another contraction.

Bucky quickly said goodbye to who he was on the phone with and ran back to the living room.

“I’m here, doll. It’s ok.” Bucky almost whispers.

“No it’s not. Nothing about this is ok. The closest hospital is a couple hours away and I’m scared that I’m going to have our baby in this safe house.” You say, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s going to be ok, babydoll. Wanna know how I know that?” He asks.

You sniffled and nodded.

“You’re the bravest woman I ever met. You never back down from a fight. That’s two things I love about you. That’s also part of the reason why I married you.” He says softly.

“You always know what to say in scary situations.” You say with a smile.

“Isn’t that the reason why you married me?” He asks with a smile.

“Yes.” You replied.

Bucky leans down to kiss you sweetly and passionately. You pulled away when you felt a contraction, but also, something didn’t feel right.

“Something doesn’t feel right.” You say in a shaky voice.

“What do you mean something doesn’t feel right?” Bucky asks.

“I-I-I don’t know. What if something is wrong?” You asked.

“Don’t think like that, doll. Try to stay calm and I’ll call your doctor again.” He says softly.

You nodded. Bucky called your doctor again and told her that you said something doesn’t feel right. You maintained your breathing with he was on the phone. On the inside, Bucky was freaking out. On the outside, he was trying his best to hold it together for you.

“What did she say?” You asked as he hung up the phone.

“She said I have to check you down there.” Bucky says as calmly as possible.

Your eyes went wide and your heart dropped when he said that. Your breathing became uneven too.

“Doll, breathe. Everything is going to be fine.” He says softly.

Bucky helped you get your breathing under control. Then he went to find towels just in case he has to do what your doctor told him to do, which is deliver yours and his daughter since you two are in a safe house that’s almost in the middle of nowhere. He came back to the living room with towels. You knew why he had the towels.

“Do you trust me, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“You know I do, baby.” You say.

“You know what I have to do, right?” He says.

You nodded and whimpered. It wasn’t a whimper of pain this time. It was a scared whimper.

You took a deep breath before lifting your hips so Bucky could take off your tactical pants and your panties. He sat down on the coffee table and moved your legs apart. His eyes went wide at what he saw.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I see her head.” Bucky says.

Your heart dropped. You didn’t realize you were that far along in labor.

“No.” You say out of fear.

“It’s going to be ok. I’m not going to let anything happen to you and our baby girl.” He says softly, putting a comforting hand on your knee.

Bucky leans up and kisses your lips softly.

“I got you and our daughter, ok?” He whispers.

“Ok.” You whispered back.

“Let’s meet our daughter.” He smiles.

You smiled back. You took a couple deep breaths before pushing. It hurt. The only thing getting you through it was your husband showering you in praises. You felt relief wash over you when you heard your daughter crying.

“Is she ok?” You asked, panting.

“She’s perfect.” Bucky almost whispers, not taking his eyes off yours and his precious little miracle.

Bucky wrapped yours and his daughter up in a towel and handed her to you. Both of you smiled down at yours and his little girl.

Not too long after that, you went to the hospital to make sure everything is ok with you and the baby. Everything is fine with both of you. You ended up falling asleep for a while. You then woke up to Bucky talking to yours and his daughter. You smiled at your two favorite people. Bucky looks over at you and smiles.

“Mama’s awake.” Bucky coos at yours and his daughter.

Bucky carefully stood up with yours and his daughter in his arms and walked over to the hospital bed you’re laying in. You moved over just enough for Bucky to sit down next to you. He carefully put her in your arms. As you gazed at your daughter, you couldn’t help but get emotional.

“Hey, what’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asks softly.

“I can’t believe our precious little miracle is here.” You say softly.

“Me neither.” He whispers.

“Our precious little miracle needs a name.” You say.

You and Bucky have brainstormed names for yours and his baby girl, but haven’t agreed on a name both of you like.

“Oh. Umm-” Bucky thought for a moment.

“Do you want to hear the name I came up with?” You asked, looking up at your husband.

“Yes.” He nods.

“Rebecca Stevie Barnes.” You tell him.

Bucky knew he wanted to name yours and his baby after his best friend, no matter if you were having a boy or a girl. He thought it would work either way, which in this case, it does. Also, he didn’t know that you wanted to name yours and his daughter after his sister.

“You- You want to name her after my sister and Steve?” Bucky asks, his eyes tearing up.

“Only if you’re ok with it.” You say.

“I’m more than ok with it. I want nothing more than to name our daughter after my sister and my best friend.” He says.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss your husband passionately.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky whispers.

“I love you too, baby.” You whispered back.

“And we love you too, our precious little miracle.” He whispers to yours and his daughter as she grabs onto his finger.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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peachiejeongin · 1 month ago

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stray kids and their kinks | ot8

pairing : ot8!skz x fem!reader (separately) genre : smut warnings : Explicit Sexual Content (18+ Recommended), multiple kinks are mentioned, including but not limited to: dumbification, nipple play, daddy kink, exhibitionism, etc. notice : Hello, my darlings! I do not know what has possessed me to conjure up these spicier posts as of late, but I do hope you enjoy them, nevertheless! I will begin working on my requests soon, so hold tight! Without further ado, enjoy the fiction!

Smut under the cut!

(ღ) bang chan.

Daddy Kink— I do not believe this one needs an explanation. Whenever you call Chan daddy—bonus points if you do so in a softer, breathier tone of voice—it absolutely wrecks him. Knowing that he has that sort of dominance over you fuels his adrenaline, and his desire to be an actual father, to no end.

Praise— Bang Chan lives off of your praise during intimate moments. He works incredibly hard and needs to be rewarded verbally for his hard work, whether in or out of the bedroom. He specifically loves being told, "You make me feel so good," and "You're so handsome like this." Honestly, just kiss this man and tell him he is pretty, and he is turned on.

Chan loves giving praise just as much as receiving it. You are his absolute world, and during sex, he wants to remind you of that fact. He kisses every inch of your body, reminding you what he loves about each of your features. Even outside of the bedroom, he reminds you almost every day that you are a beautiful, hardworking person.

Corruption— When Chan met you, you were innocent, sweet, and inexperienced. Thus, Chan took pride in teaching you everything you know; because of him, you know just how to kiss, touch, suck, etc. in an immensely pleasing manner. He is huge on claiming you and keeping you as his; thus, thoughts of ruining your innocence, of making you his through instruction, and even of corrupting you all over again, make his blood rush.

Marking— As aforementioned, Bang Chan loves claiming you as his in the bedroom. The minute things turn steamy, his lips are on your neck, your chest, and anywhere else he can leave a hickey or a light bite mark. Similarly, he wears your marks with pride. I genuinely see him as the type of person that dares you to leave hickeys or scratch marks on him before a performance, especially if he is performing 'Railway.' He wants the world to know he is off the table.

Recording— It started as a sneaky voice message when he was on tour; now, Chan has an entire private folder filled with recordings of your moans, whines, and other intimate noises. He plays them on loop whenever he is away from you for long periods of time, pretending that it is you that he is getting off rather than himself. He also has used one or two of the recordings in a song before (with your permission of course :]).

(ღ) lee know.

Degradation— I am going to go ahead and say it; Minho can be mean in bed. He is the type of person who, whether at the beginning of sex or during foreplay, will whisper sweet nothings into your ear and tell you how beautiful you are while he is taking off your clothes; however, when he gets into the rhythm, his control snaps. He calls you the nastiest pet names in bed, and revels in your reactions to them. "You dirty fucking slut, so drunk on my cock," he will sneer in bed, letting out a half-snicker, half-moan when you harshly clench around him in response.

Edging— Minho will push all of the right buttons, kiss all of the right spots that push you over the brim. He gets you right up until the moment of your high, and when you are about to tip over, he pulls out before snickering at your touch-deprived whine. He prolongs sex, and your orgasm, as much as he can, partially to keep the moment going and partially because he loves the power he has in controlling your orgasm and your pleasure.

Overstimulation— As stated, Minho could draw out your climax for hours on end; however, he also cannot deny how intoxicating you are. If he is in a mood in which he just wants to keep going, he keeps pushing you to your limits, even after you have already come one or two or...five times. He coaxes more from your sensitive body, especially when he is going down on you; he is so drunk on oral and is determined to make you finish as many times as he can before the sun comes up.

Nipple/Breast Play— Your breasts are Minho's haven. He loves running his hands over them, kneading them, and burying his face in them as he fucks you. But especially, he loves playing with your nipples. He will tweak them, pinch them, suck on them—he is obsessed with playing with them, mainly because he loves watching how much it turns you on. Sure, he can be an asshole during sex, but that does not mean he does not love making you feel good.

Face Sitting— As stated, Minho is nothing short of pussy-drunk; therefore, it is no secret that the man is a sucker for face sitting. He relishes the weight of you over top of him, the warmth of you smothering his face, and of course, your scent and taste. If at any point you become hesitant or sensitive and try to pull away, Minho's hands will harshly keep you in place. "Don't you dare," he will growl as he resumes his actions, albeit a bit faster and potentially rougher.

(ღ) changbin.

Size Kink— Have you seen this man? He is buff as can be, and it drives him crazy how much bigger he is compared to you. You fit so perfectly in his arms and are so easily to manhandle into any position he desires. He loves watching you struggling to take him, whether it is your hands barely wrapping around his length, your mouth stretching in attempts to fit him down your throat, or how you stretch perfectly around him as he bottoms out.

Submission— Okay, hear me out on this one; we all know Changbin is one hardworking fellow, and at times, whether after a long day of schedules, an intense workout, or any other eventful day that gets him feeling weary, all he wants is to be taken care of. In these moments, Changbin likes to submit to you, to do whatever you want him to do, but most of all, to give up control over one thing in his life and just have his partner do what they please with him. "Please just take care of me, I need you so bad," he would whimper into your ear whenever you asked what he wanted.

Thigh Riding— His guiltiest pleasure. Your obsession with Changbin's thighs has been prevalent since the earliest days of your relationship; he would always catch your lingering stares, or how you so conveniently wanted to tag along with him to the gym whenever it was leg day. Now, obsession turns into pleasure as you straddle Changbin's thigh, gently grinding yourself onto it as you chase your high. Occasionally, he will flex his thigh, bumping into your clit and stimulating you further. He loves watching his pretty girl come all over his thighs, furthermore, enjoying this newfound way of pleasing you.

Choking— It started as an accidental perch of Changbin's hand upon your neck during a heated moment; however, the moan that escaped your lips has Changbin continuing to choke you during sex. If you are on top, he will perch his hand on your throat, lightly squeezing with every bounce; if he is on top, he will hold you in place by your throat, lightly of course, as he rails into you. There is something about having absolute control over your breathing and hearing you whimper as he adds pressure that gets him going.

Dumbification— The way your mind goes completely blank when Changbin is fucking you—from babbling incoherent rambles to only being able to focus on how Changbin is making you feel—turns Bin on to no end. He will faux coo at your state, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he smirks at just how far gone you are. "My sweet girl, so dumb and good for me," he would whisper as the last of your coherence fades out.

(ღ) hyunjin.

Bondage— Do not get him wrong; Hyunjin is a sucker for your hands on him, but he is also just as much of a sucker for depraving your touch. He will pin your hands above your head whilst in missionary or go the full extreme of tying you to the bed with bandanas and any makeshift ties he can find. He knows that taking away your ability to touch him makes every one of his motions more sensitively pleasing for you; thus, he views it as enhancing sex. He is really only into giving when it comes to bondage, though. If you try to tie him up, he will find a way to get out of the restraints in about .1 seconds.

Drawing— Hyunjin is an artsy guy; that being said, he is not the type of person to enjoy "typical" nudes. He prefers drawing you nude instead. He has a sketchbook dedicated entirely to you; he has drawn you in multiple positions at that, and he brings it with him on tour. He thinks that drawings exemplify your beauty more than a photo does since he is quite literally drawing you from his perspective, in other words the most beautiful he views you as.

Dollification— Hyunjin loves to doll you up; he will buy you the prettiest outfits, dresses, shoes, and the most ethereal of lingerie to match. He will do your makeup all nice and pretty and even style your hair with pink, satin ribbons. Then comes his favorite part; absolutely wrecking the doll he so articulately created. After the chaos, he will admire the beautiful mess he has made of you, from your lipstick and blush smeared across your face to the ribbons dangling ever so slightly from your now disheveled hair.

Mirror Sex— "Keep your eyes on yourself," Hyunjin seductively whispers as his fingers plunge in and out of your entrance. He is absolutely addicted to forcing you to watch how good he makes you feel in the mirror. This way, you both can watch every movement of his fingers, his tongue, or his dick moving in and out of you, the complete reflective exhibition of it all flooding both of your senses.

Face Sitting— You thought Minho was pussy drunk? Hyunjin is worse. He needs your weight on top of his face; if you even try to hover, he sharply scolds you, commanding you to sit. He takes in every drop of you as if he is on death row and you are his last meal. When you start to grind on his face, he groans generously, sending vibrations through your body. "Fuck, my love, use my face."

(ღ) han.

Cum Play— Han is messy when it comes to cumming. He prefers cumming on your stomach or breasts, and once he finishes, he smears it over the area. It fascinates him, genuinely, how he can take possession of you in this manner. If he comes inside of you, he will shove his arousal back inside of you, bringing his fingers up to your lips with the excess seed still coating them, daring you to lick it off of your fingers. "What a mess baby," Han would say as he lifts his fingers up. "Help me clean it up?"

Porn— Oh Lord; this boy was so embarrassed the first time you caught him watching porn. He shut his laptop faster than lightning and essentially stuffed his dick back into his pants, stuttering about how he was just looking for new positions or new ways to make you feel good. When you chuckle and tell him it is okay, he breathes a sigh of relief, but when you ask to join him, he looks at you as if you are insane; however, that moment sparks a new, dirty secret for just you two. Han will run his hands up and down your body while watching the lewd videos, whispering how he will recreate every movement in his own way.

Dirty Talk— Do not let Han's cheeky, innocent demeanor fool you; he utters the dirtiest nothings during sex. He works you up to your limits, describing everything he plans to do to you. He is also an avid enjoyer of you dirty talking to him. Hearing the utter filth that spills from your mouth about how you plan to ride him stupid or suck him off until he sees stars could make him finish alone.

Hair Pulling— Threading your fingers through Han's hair already has him shivering; pulling on the strands makes him putty in your hands. There is something about the minor intensity that turns Han on. It is especially sensitive to him when he is going down on you and you pull on his hair to ground yourself from the sensitivity. He enjoys pulling on your hair just as much, whether you are giving him head or he wants to pull you closer to him to up the intensity of the moment.

Mutual Masturbation— Han's hands are buried in your pussy and yours are wrapped around his length; it is a competition, to be honest, to see who can finish the other off first. The room is filled with lewd skin-on-skin contact, noisy squelches, and high pitched, wanton moans. The thrill of cumming together, of quickening your movements to keep in sync with the other, and of desperately trying to make the other reach their high while selfishly chasing your own, is exhilarating, causing you both to crave every second of the heated moment.

(ღ) felix.

Marking— Another member that loves to show the world that you are his. Even if it is just a heated make out session, you can expect a plethora of red and purple bruises trailing from your neck to your stomach. He admires his work as well; a lazy smile is plastered on his face as he looks at his masterpiece. When it comes to you marking him, he prefers you to keep them in places unnoticeable to the public; as much as he wants to reveal to the world that he is yours and only yours, he has too many schedules to risk a hickey being noticed. Although sometimes, he secretly wants you to leave a mark on his neck, the thrill of being caught all too exciting.

Morning Sex— Felix loves being woken up by your lips on him, whether you are marking him or giving him head. His hands lazily grip at your sides as he positions you to straddle his lap, guiding your slow, sensual movements as you bounce up and down. Oftentimes, he will flip your position, so he is on top, laying on top of you as he sloppily thrusts into you. Afterwards, he tiredly kisses you, whispering a sweet good morning as he stays inside you for just a few more minutes.

Breeding Kink— Felix daydreams about you being pregnant way too much for him to consciously admit. His biggest fantasy is to start a family with you and to watch you parade around the house knowing you are carrying his baby. He is shy about it at first, especially when he asks you if you can go without a condom just this once; however, when he does it once, it unlocks a primal urge within him to continue. "Mm, gonna fill you up and make you a mommy, pretty girl," he would groan out as he pumps his leaking cum back into you. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Praise— He is much more of a giver on praising than he is a receiver. He always needs you to know how good you are for him, how pleasured you make him feel, and how you are the perfect one for him. Just praising you and telling you how beautiful you are gets him going. That does not mean he does not enjoy bits of praise either, however. If you tell Felix how full he makes you feel, he loses it, continuing his strife to make you feel the best you ever have.

Sensory Deprivation— Whether it is bondage, blindfolding, temperature play, etc., Felix has a knack for messing with your senses. He finds every one of your reactions to his touches under these conditions adorable. He especially prefers blindfolding you, keeping every touch, every moment a secret, and every reaction from you raw, real, and heightened. Afterwards, he will remove your blindfold, binds, or other depraving wear and chuckle at how you try to weakly pounce on him, so desperate to touch him, look at him, and feel him.

(ღ) seungmin.

Exhibitionism— The thrill of being caught in public doing something you are not supposed to do excites Seungmin. He finds the riskiest places to fuck you, such as his bedroom when he knows all of the members are home, or a secluded area at a party or club where anyone could walk in at any time. His fingers are shoved inside of your mouth as he pumps in and out of you, snickering as you attempt to stifle your moans. "Shh," he will hush you with a faux sweetness. "Don't want them to hear us, right?"

Overstimulation— When Seungmin gets a feel for your body at any moment in time, he finds it hard to stop or slow down. He can be a little shit at times, so he loves pushing you to your breaking point. You could be pleading, begging for him to slow down, already having reached your high numerous times, but Seungmin is determined to coax one more orgasm out of you. "What's that baby? Go faster, you said?" Seungmin would tease, deliberately going against your wishes.

Dirty Talk— He is definitely a receiver when it comes to dirty talk. Your voice sounds sweet, dripping with lust as you whisper everything you plan to do to Seungmin, roaming your hands over his chest, his shoulders, and everywhere else you can reach. Your voice alone can turn him into a pliable, submissive mess as he awaits your every action, every fulfillment of your words. On the other hand, Seungmin's voice turns sharp when he is talking to you; his dirty talk consists of commands, telling you everything he wants you to do before he even thinks of touching you.

Power Play— Seungmin is a slut for being dominant. He loves having control over you, from your movements upon him to the position he manhandles you into. Even outside of the bedroom, he keeps a slight power over you, from guiding you in public with a hand on your waist to him reminding you daily to eat or complete a task you had forgotten about for the day.

Bulge Kink— Seungmin is large, let us be honest here. Because of that, he relishes in watching his dick bulge in the different orifices of your body, whether it is visible in your stomach, your throat, even when his dick slips in your mouth and slightly bulges against your cheek. His ego swells from these movements, dragging himself slowly out of your body before slamming back in, attempting to go deeper than ever just to see himself buried inside of you.

(ღ) jeongin.

Sexting— Jeongin, for whatever reason, loves to get spicy over messages, from sending pictures, to detailing everything he is going to do to you when he gets home from a schedule. It is the perfect game to play, in his opinion. He will tease you for hours on end, no matter if you both are working, making sure he can pent you up enough to the point where, when he gets home, you practically pounce on him from how much of a needy mess he has made you.

Quickies— When the time calls for it, Jeongin is an avid enjoyer of long, drawn-out love making. Sometimes, however, he cannot deny enjoying a quick fuck before practice. If he is running late but one or both of you is needy, he is ripping off his pants and yours in just a few seconds, quickly getting to work on making you both feel good up until he has to leave before becoming chronically late. He knows just the rhythm to have you both spilling over within a matter of minutes. He buckles his pants back up quickly before giving you a gentle kiss and rushing off to whatever schedule he is on the brink of missing.

Exhibitionism— Jeongin is a risk taker, but unlike Seungmin, Jeongin wants those around you to know how good he is making you feel. If you try to stifle your moans in the bathroom while the members are home, he will land a light slap to your ass, daring you to let them hear you. In public, it is even worse. Jeongin is jealous, and if he notices a guy looking too intently at you, he is dragging you off to anywhere he can find so he can bend you over and take you while ensuring the guy in question can hear how unavailable you are.

Piercings— I am not sure if this is a kink, per se, but Jeongin has a severe addiction to your piercings. If you have a tongue piercing, nipple rings, or any other form of bodily jewelry, Jeongin goes crazy. He will purposefully battle with your tongue for dominance while making out, simply so he can feel the cool metal of your tongue piercing, or he will wrap his lips around your nipples, flicking the rings back and forth. It is especially intense when you give him head, the extra sensation of the piercing overwhelming his senses.

Cum Play— Jeongin loves the mess his cum makes upon you, watching as his seed spills out all over your body. He views it at his way of marking you, claiming you as his with his release. Additionally, as aforementioned, Jeongin is one jealous guy, and his cum play kink gets intense when he is jealous. A guy gets too close to you, or you are too touchy with another member? Jeongin is spilling out multiple times all over your stomach, chest, anywhere he can get his cum, making sure that you know you are his and only his.

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extraspicynoodles-blog · 6 days ago

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JEALOUSY LOOKS GOOD ON YOU (Gojo x You one shot)

**** SELF WRITTEN. NONE OF MY WORK IS WRITTEN BY AI.

He barely said a word on the way home. Just sat there in the passenger seat, arms crossed like a petulant teenager who didn't get picked first for dodgeball, lower lip fully out. The silence was loud. Comically so.

"Are you seriously mad?" you asked, glancing over.

"No," he said flatly.

Which, of course, was Gojo-speak for absolutely, yes, I'm in my feelings and I want attention.

You bit back a smile. It was stupid, really. Some guy at the arcade had made a dumb comment while Satoru was off buying snacks, something harmless and forgettable like "You should ditch your boyfriend and come let me win you a prize instead." And okay, maybe you laughed. But only because the guy tripped immediately after and karma did her thing.

Still. Satoru hadn't let it go since.

He sulked the entire walk to the car. Threw your drink in the cupholder like it personally offended him. Didn't even open his Pocky.

"You're mad because a guy with cargo shorts and a neck tattoo hit on me," you said, unbuckling your seatbelt when you parked.

"I'm mad because you laughed," he said, finally turning to look at you - and oof, there it was. That stupidly pretty face pulled into something taut and dangerous, jaw tight, eyes glinting.

"You laughed, baby."

You blinked. "You're being dramatic."

"And you're being cruel," he said, voice too calm. "You think it's funny? Watching me walk back and see someone else flirting with what's mine?"

He leaned closer, eyes dragging down your lips like he was already imagining them wrapped around something else.

"...Satoru," you warned, heartbeat skipping.

His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking slow and possessive, like a threat wrapped in velvet. His voice dropped to a rasp.

"Say it again."

You swallowed. "Say what?"

"My name. Like that."

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was too hungry for that.

"You know how fucked I am for you? How long I've been waiting to get home just to remind you?"

When you arrived home, you barely made it to the front door before he had you pinned against it. His hands gripped your hips like he wanted to leave fingerprints. His mouth found your neck, teeth scraping like he needed to mark you - stake his claim in something primal and desperate.

"You're mine," he breathed, hot and ragged against your skin. "And I'm gonna remind you exactly how much."

You didn't answer, not with words. Just stared up at him, eyes wide, heart pounding in your throat.

Satoru's gaze flicked down to your lips again, like he was restraining himself. Like he wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss you or drag you back to the car and wreck you in the backseat.

"Do you even know what you do to me?" he muttered, voice rough now. "You walk around smiling at people like it doesn't kill me. Like I'm not over here losing my fucking mind."

"You're being ridiculous," you whispered, but your voice shook, and he caught it. “Can I open the door before you berate me?”

His hands slid under your shirt, digging into your back while completely disregarding your request. "I saw the way he looked at you. Like you were something he could win with enough stupid arcade tickets. Like he even stood a chance."

"You're jealous of a man with a Monster energy tattoo," you teased.

"And I'd burn that entire arcade down if it meant you'd only ever look at me like that," he said, dead serious.

You blinked.

He kissed you. Hard.

No patience. No pretense. Just hours of pent up need crashing into you as he pressed you harder against the door, his body fitting perfectly against yours.

“Babe, let me open the door first,” you argued, while fumbling for your keys as Satoru stared at you in awe. Maybe a little bit like a lunatic.

You barely got the key in the lock. His chest was flush against your back, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.

"You think I'm kidding," he murmured, voice tight, fingers digging into your hips like they were the only things tethering him to sanity. "You really think I'm gonna walk through this door like a normal person after watching some idiot breathe in your direction?"

The key turned. The door opened a crack.

He slammed it shut with one hand.

You gasped. "Satoru-"

"No." His tone dropped, dark and low, almost a plea. "Not yet."

He spun you around and pinned you flat against the door, wrist above your head, one knee slotting between your thighs, the other hand gripping your belt loop like it had personally wronged him.

"You don't get it," he growled. "You looked so fucking pretty standing there - smiling, laughing, like he even had a shot. Like I wasn't right there. Like you weren't mine."

"Satoru-"

"No. No, don't say my name like that unless you want me to lose it." His forehead dropped to yours, jaw clenched, breath stuttering. "You don't understand what it does to me. Seeing someone else even look at you- fuck, I should've bent you over that air hockey table right then and there."

You whimpered. Your legs buckled. He caught you instantly, arms tightening like he was scared you'd disappear.

"I wanted to wait," he admitted, lips brushing yours. "I was gonna be good. Take my time. But then you... fuck, you had to go and smile like that. Laugh like that. And now I'm done. I'm fucking done."

He kissed you again - hard, messy, all teeth and tongue and need.

You tugged at his shirt, breath catching. "Then remind me."

"Oh, I'm gonna remind you," he panted, lifting one of your thighs around his waist and pressing you harder to the door, grinding against you through denim like he could break the tension that way. "Right here. I don't care. Door's locked. Neighbors can hear? Good. Let them."

You tried to speak, but he swallowed the words with another kiss, then moved lower, lips brushing your collarbone, teeth grazing skin.

His hands trembled. Not from nerves, but from restraint.

"Gonna fuck you right here," he breathed, voice wrecked as he unbuttoned your jeans like they were holding him back from air. "Gonna ruin you for every guy stupid enough to breathe the same air as you. Including future me."

You blinked. "What?"

"I'm gonna ruin future me, baby. That's how bad it is." He shoved your jeans down and groaned, like the sight of your thighs alone broke his last brain cell. "I'm never gonna recover from this. You understand that? You ruined me."

You laughed, breathless, dizzy. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm yours," he corrected, dragging his mouth up your neck. "And I'm gonna make sure everyone knows it."

He dropped to his knees so fast it knocked the breath from your lungs. His hands were already dragging your panties down with a frustrated snarl, like they were in the way of something vital - like oxygen, like salvation.

"I don't care," he muttered, almost frenzied. "I don't care if it makes me jealous, crazy, fucking insane. So be it."

His voice cracked as his mouth hovered over your inner thigh, breath hot, reverent. His hands clenched your legs like he was grounding himself, like if he let go he'd unravel completely.

"You're perfect," he said, lips brushing over your skin like worship. "You're unreal. You're a fucking angel, and you let some guy with a cheap pickup line get within ten feet of you?" He laughed, but it was bitter, broken. "You're mine. You have to be. Because if you're not, if I have to watch someone else even try, I'll lose it. I am losing it."

And then his mouth was on you.

You didn't even have time to gasp before your knees buckled. He caught you, groaned, buried his face between your thighs like he could crawl inside and live there. His tongue licked a stripe through your folds and you sobbed his name.

And that? That's when Satoru shattered.

He moaned against your pussy - loud, obscene, like the taste of you broke something in him. He gripped your thighs and yanked them wider, like he needed more access, needed to drown in you or die trying.

"Oh my God," he gasped, already breathless, lips slick and glistening. "You taste like fucking heaven. Like divinity. Like everything I'll never deserve but need anyway."

And then he devoured you.

No finesse. No rhythm. Just need. Desperate, feral, greedy need.

His tongue worked you over like he was starved, nose bumping your clit, lips dragging through your slick, sucking and groaning and whining like it physically hurt to be this obsessed. It was messy. So fucking messy. Slick dripping down his chin, coating his mouth, his cheeks, his jaw. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his hands shook where they gripped your ass.

"Mine," he growled, lips dragging across your soaked cunt. "Mine. Mine. Mine. Fuck."

Your legs trembled, the door at your back the only thing keeping you upright.

He babbled - oh, god, he babbledddd.

"Fuck baby, you don't get it-" his voice was soaked in worship, wrecked with truth, "-I get hard just hearing your voice in my head. I jerk off remembering how you taste. I can't think, I can't breathe. You live in my fucking brain and I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to go anywhere. I need this. I need you. I need-"

You moaned, high and needy, and tugged on his hair. He whined in return. Full on, high pitched and shameless, grinding his hips against the air like your moan alone made him feral.

Your thighs clamped around his head. Your hips stuttered. Your voice broke on his name.

When you came, he groaned loudly, like your orgasm dragged one out of him too - untouched, still clothed, just from the sound of you falling apart.

When he looked up at you, his lips were red and trembling, face soaked, eyes glazed over with worship and madness.

"Please," he rasped, barely holding himself together. "Please. Again. I can make you cum again. I know I can. I need to. Let me, please, please-"

He looked wrecked. Ravenous. Worshipful.

"Baby, baby, it's okay," you breathed, cupping his flushed face with trembling hands, still dazed, still high from what he'd just done to you. "You don't have to-"

"Yes, I do," he interrupted, voice breaking. His pupils were blown wide, his hair a tangled halo, mouth glistening from where he'd ruined you seconds ago. "I have to- I have to- fuck, please don't stop me-"

"Satoru-"

"Shhh, shh, just let me. You don't fucking get it," he rasped, fumbling with his belt like it physically pained him to wait another second. "You don't get it. I'm going insane. Every time you laugh at someone else, I see red. I feel like I'm dying."

His pants hit the floor with a thud. You reached for him instinctively, trying to soothe, trying to steady, but he surged forward and kissed you again - sloppy, teeth and tongue and desperation.

"I'm trying to be normal, I swear I am," he babbled against your lips. "Trying to play it cool. But I can't. I fucking can't. You're so beautiful it hurts. You smiled at him and I saw hell."

"Satoru-"

"Shut up," he whispered, not mean, just desperate. "Just shh. Just let me. I need to feel you. I need to be in you. I need to lose my fucking mind inside you or I'll explode."

You knew he would really stop if you wanted him to. If you told him no, he’d control himself. But you didn’t want him to. You liked seeing him like this.

You gasped when he picked you up, hands trembling but strong, pressing you against the wall like he was trying to fuse you into it. You wrapped your legs around his waist and barely had time to speak before he pushed in.

And when he did, he whimpered.

Not a yell. Not a grunt. A full, wrecked sob of relief like he'd just come home from war and stepped into heaven.

"Oh my god, fuck- you're so warm, you're perfect. Mine- mine mine mine-"

His pace was frantic. Erratic. He wasn't trying to show off, he was trying to survive. Each thrust like a plea, like a prayer, like he needed you to anchor him to reality.

"You're everything," he whimpered. "I think about you when I sleep. When I eat. When I fight. I get hard just hearing your voice. I fucking ache for you. I want to crawl inside you and stay there forever."

"Satoru-"

"Don't say my name like that," he groaned, hips stuttering. "I'll cum. I swear to god I'll cum the second you say it like that again. Fuck- please, say it again- no, don't, wait- shit-"

You were clinging to him, thighs shaking, chest heaving, nails digging crescents into his back like you were anchoring yourself to the moment. But Satoru wasn't there. Not really. He was gone.

Pupils blown wide, lips parted, body trembling with every desperate roll of his hips like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to earth.

"I can't breathe without you," he choked out. "I don't want to. I don't want to exist if you're not mine. I'm yours. I've always been yours. please, please let me stay- let me fucking stay-"

Each thrust was erratic now. Not controlled. Just frantic, stuttering little snaps of his hips that had him whining into your mouth like a man unraveling in real time.

And when you came, sharp, sudden, gasping his name like salvation, that broke him.

His whole body jerked like it physically shocked him, like the sound of his name spilling from your lips was too much. Too good. Too yours.

"Don't- don't say my name," he gasped, covering your mouth with his palm like he couldn't take it. "Shh- just- fuck, shh-" His hand trembled, thumb brushing your cheekbone, and then he faltered. "Wait. Baby- shit, I'm sorry-" He moved his hand to cup your face instead, cradling it like he'd just hurt the one thing in the world he couldn't live without.

"I'm so sorry, oh my god, I didn't mean to-" he kissed you like he was trying to put you back together, like he was kissing away his own panic, "I'm just- I'm fucking ruined, baby- look at me, look what you've done to me-"

You did. His flushed cheeks. His tear glossed lashes. His mouth still trembling from how badly he was falling apart.

"Don't say my name- fuck, no, say it again," he begged, voice hoarse. "Say it again, please- I need it- I don't know what I need- wait, don't, fuck- yes, say it- say it, say it, say it-"

He buried himself deep again, deeper than before, rocking into you with dizzy, desperate force, like he wanted to break you in the shape of him. He was panting now, full body shaking, forehead pressed to yours as he sobbed through it.

"Mine," he whimpered. "Mine mine mine mine mine- fuck, you're everything, you're all I want, you're all I've ever wanted-"

And then he came with a loud, cracked cry, hips jerking, mouth on yours, slick sliding down both your thighs from the force of it.

He didn't stop moving. Didn't pull out just yet. Just rutted into you through the aftershocks like he didn't want it to end, like letting go meant waking up from the only dream he ever wanted to live in.

"I love you," he rasped again and again, moaning it between kisses, half crying. "I love you, I love you, I love you- please let me keep you, please-"

When it finally slowed, he collapsed against you. Still inside, still shaking, still clinging.

He didn't move. Didn't speak. Just held you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. He held you there, pressed gently to the wall, his arms locked around your back like he was trying to fuse your bodies together. His face was buried in the curve of your neck, breath shaky and uneven, lips ghosting over your skin like a silent apology.

Like if he stayed still long enough, the world would stop spinning and everything would make sense again.

You felt the tremble still running through him - soft and involuntary, like aftershocks. His heartbeat thundered against yours.

Then, a whisper. Barely even a breath:

"Sorry... I- I didn't mean to go that far. I just- fuck." His voice cracked. "You're okay, right? Please tell me you're okay."

"I'm fine baby," you whispered breathlessly. "Absolutely fine. You're perfect, it's-"

"-I need to clean you."

You stirred a little in his arms. "Wait, no. I can do it, baby, it's-"

He pulled back just enough to look at you - hair tousled, eyes red rimmed, voice hoarse. "Let me take care of you. Please."

You blinked, still hazy. "Satoru, you're doing the most..."

"I always do the most," he muttered, kissing your temple as he scooped you into his arms like a bride. "You know that. Nothing halfway when it comes to my girl. Especially not after I just jealous-fucked the shit out of you. Christ, I'm so sorry."

You snorted into his shoulder. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm ruined," he corrected solemnly. "And now you're getting the deluxe recovery package."

He carried you to the bathroom, setting you down gently on the edge of the tub while he ran the water, checking the temperature like a man on a mission. When the bath was ready - steamy, warm, filled with bubbles and a few drops of whatever calming oil he found first, he helped you in like you were porcelain.

He knelt beside the tub, rolled up his sleeves, and went to work.

His fingers massaged softly into your shoulders and neck, tender and reverent like he was trying to apologize through touch. He washed your hair slowly, lathering and rinsing with such exaggerated care it made you laugh. Between every step he whispered, "Sorry, sorry," like a mantra, punctuated with featherlight kisses to your temple, your cheek, your wet hair.

"You don't have to keep apologizing," you murmured, eyes half lidded, fully relaxed under his attention.

"I do," he murmured, rinsing your hair again with slow, tender strokes. "Because you let me be a little insane, and I love you for that. But I still have to earn it. Every time."

You tilted your head back against his chest, fingers combing through his damp hair. "Baby, you already have."

But, in true Satoru fashion, he didn't listen.

When the bath was done, he wrapped you in a towel like you were something breakable and kissed your shoulder. Then he dried your hair with the kind of reverence usually reserved for religious artifacts, whispering apologies into your skin between passes of the towel. Apologies you didn't need, but ones he needed to say.

And then came the second phase of Operation: Spoil My Girl.

Without a word, he padded into the bedroom and returned with every pillow and blanket he could find. You watched from the doorway, amused, as he rearranged the couch like a man on a mission - fluffing, stacking, folding, tucking, until it resembled something between a cloud and a fortress.

He grabbed your favorite hoodie, the oversized one that smells like him, and held it out like an offering. "Arms up," he said, already tugging it over your head before you could roll your eyes. Then came your soft pajama shorts, and the gentle way he eased them up over your hips like you were made of glass.

When you were properly bundled, he sat down beside you, lifted your legs into his lap, and tucked the blanket up to your chin. Like you were fragile. Precious. Sacred.

"I'm still sorry," he said softly, brushing your damp hair back from your face.

"I know," you replied. "And I still like when you're like that."

He smiled, just a little. But it didn't reach his eyes. "I know. But I also need you to know I never want to scare you. I never want you to think it's about power. It's not. It's just..." He looked away. "I can't fucking imagine someone else thinking they have a shot. It short circuits my brain."

You reached over and curled your hand around his. "You're mine," you whispered, soft and certain.

And that? That finally quieted something in him. You felt it in the way his shoulders dropped, in the way his thumb brushed over your knuckles like he couldn't believe you were real. Like your words had pressed the "reset" button on whatever had short circuited inside him.

Then, in true Satoru fashion, the calm lasted all of ten seconds.

He jolted upright. "Tea," he announced, as if remembering oxygen. "You need tea."

You blinked. "Baby-"

"Or coffee. No- too late for coffee. Tea it is. Wait, soup. You need soup too. Oh my god, I'm making soup."

And just like that, he was gone.

From the couch nest you heard it all: the sink turning on. A drawer slamming. A muffled "Fuck- ow," followed by, "stupid cabinet." Then running water. Clattering. Footsteps. "Where's the ginger? Why do we never have ginger when I need it?!"

You smiled into the blanket, still warm from the bath and the way he'd touched you like you were his entire world.

When he finally returned, his hair was damp - clearly splashed water on his face in an attempt to regroup. His hands were still trembling slightly as he carried a mug in one and a bowl in the other, lips pursed in that way that said don't you dare laugh at me for being like this.

First was the tea. Herbal. Your favorite. He oversteeped it, obviously. Burned his fingers on the mug, cursed under his breath, then blew on it for a full minute before handing it to you like it was a sacred relic.

And then came the miso soup. Seaweed, tofu, too many scallions because "they're good for your soul," and he'd googled it to make sure.

"Sorry, angel," he whispered as he stood like a guilty child in front of the couch. "God, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. You looked so perfect, and then that guy- fuck, he looked at you like he could even dream-" His voice cracked again. "And I just lost it. I didn't mean to. I swear."

He held the tea and soup like it was a peace offering.

"Satoru, I already told you it's okay-"

"No, it's not," he said instantly, eyes red and so full of guilt you thought your heart might break. "I should've controlled myself. I went too hard. You didn't sign up for that. You didn't-" His thumb traced your cheek like he was memorizing it. "I just... fuck, I can't even imagine someone else thinking they can have you. That they could touch you. Be with you. It makes me insane."

You smiled gently. "I told you baby, I like when you're like that."

He blinked. "Yeah, well, I don't. I wanna be soft. I wanna take care of you. You deserve that."

You cupped his cheek. "Then take care of me."

And oh, he did.

He kissed your temple. Called you baby in that quiet, reverent tone he only used when he was completely overwhelmed by love.

When he set everything in your lap like an offering, steaming tea in your favorite mug and that bowl of miso soup so packed with tofu and scallions it could barely be called broth, he looked at you like you were a miracle.

"Eat," he whispered. "And after... I'm scratching your back. No arguments."

You raised a brow. "You're being dramatic."

"Correct," he said solemnly, already tucking the blanket tighter around your legs like you might suddenly flee. "I'm also riddled with guilt. So. I am watching you eat every bite and drink every drop."

You stared at him. "Seriously?"

"Dead serious," he replied, sinking onto the couch beside you with all the intensity of a man standing guard. "You think I can go feral on you like that and not take full accountability? No ma'am. Spoon to mouth. Let's go."

You snorted. "You're ridiculous."

"And yet here you are, wrapped in a nest I built, eating soup I made, while I emotionally spiral next to you. Admit it. You're thriving."

You shook your head fondly, sipping the tea. "You're out of your mind."

"I was," he said dramatically, eyes still glued to you. "And now I'm only marginally better. But this helps. Watching you. Taking care of you. Letting myself be, you know... insufferably obsessed with you."

You nudged his knee with your foot under the blanket. "You're so ridiculous."

He smiled, softer now, eyes heavy with love. "Yeah. But I'm ridiculous about you."

And as you took another bite, he visibly relaxed. Because the food was warm. The tea was sweet. And you were here. Safe. Full. Loved.

You made it about three seconds after finishing your last bite before shifting, trying to slide the empty bowl off your lap. “Okay, let me take these to the kitchen-”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

You blinked. “Satoru, I can do it. You hate doing dishes.”

He didn’t answer. Just leaned in and kissed you - slow, deep, reverent, before pulling back with a look so serious it was almost funny.

“Shhh,” he whispered, brushing your hair behind your ear. “My girl deserves queen treatment. You think I’d let you lift a finger after what I just put you through? Sit. Cuddle. That’s your job now.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “You’re so dumb.”

He grinned. “Yeah. Dumb in love. Like actually stupid. It’s okay though, because I’m dumb in love with you.”

You tried to argue when he reached for your empty bowl and mug, but he silenced you with another kiss and a pointed look.

“Let me do this. Seriously. I can do dishes when it’s for you.”

You opened your mouth again, and he just raised a brow. “Shhh. Queen treatment, remember? Sit back, relax, think about how amazing I am.”

You snorted as he walked off, muttering something about “royalty shouldn’t lift a finger” and “I’m gonna make these dishes sparkle.”

You heard the sink turn on. Then the clatter of porcelain. Then an “ow- stupid tap, I didn’t even touch you that hard,” followed by what sounded suspiciously like him humming your name to the tune of a pop song as he cleaned up.

It was obnoxious. It was adorable. It was him.

And when he came back, his hands were slightly damp again from the splash zone, sleeves pushed up, and a dumb, proud smile on his face. “Mission complete. Sparkling. Spotless. Martha Stewart would sob.”

You laughed as he flopped back onto the couch beside you, tugging you gently down with him. He maneuvered you both until he was lying behind you, chest pressed to your back, your legs tangled up like vines. One arm curled around your waist, the other slipped beneath yours, lacing your fingers together like second nature.

He sighed, content. Melted into you like you were made of memory foam.

“Okay,” he mumbled into your hair. “Now we stay like this forever.”

You hummed, half asleep already.

“Forever,” he whispered again. “Or at least until you want snacks. I’ll allow snack breaks.”

You sighed, melting into him in return, your breathing already slowing.

But he didn't stop whispering. Not even then.

"You smell like me," he murmured into your hair. "Drives me crazy."

His thumb brushed gentle circles over your knuckles.

"You're so soft."

A kiss to your shoulder.

"Love you so much it makes me fucking stupid."

You snorted, half asleep. "You are fucking stupid."

He grinned against your neck, completely unbothered. "I know. Now sleep. Or don't. But if anyone hits on you again, I'm hexing them. No jujutsu. Just pure, unfiltered spite."

You smiled, eyes fluttering shut.

He was yours.

And you were his.

Always.

No backsies.

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aegean - fa14 smau

fernando alonso x fem!singer!reader

summary: fernando alonso and his girlfriend break up, but is it really over?

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a/n: and that's my first fic! first smau too, so i hope the formatting isn't too bad? i love when reader is friends w the wags, but i also always love to have y/n have friends outside of the paddock, so i hope no one minded! sorry if any of the wags are ooc i just rlly needed a big group of girl friends for this and idk how normal people talk. also was this just propaganda for some of my fav songs/artists? maybe 🤭i'm actually super nervous about this, so i hope you all enjoyed!!! please send me any questions or comments you have!

the songs mentioned are:

While You Were Sleeping - Laufey

Black Hole - boygenius

Lovesick - Laufey

Goddess - Laufey

Wendy - Maisie Peters

anything - Adrianne Lenker

opposite - Sabrina Carpenter

Aegean - Push Baby

Mud - Delaney Bailey

things i wish you said - Sabrina Carpenter

(I Would Have Followed You) - Delaney Bailey

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plasticflowersinahistorycemetery · 3 months ago

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I couldn't give two flying farts about Soldier Boy but your reply to that ask with the breeding kink? 🥵🫨😍

So here is my suuuper self-indulgent ask: what, in your opinion, is Sam's biggest kink(s)? The thing that drives him completely crazy? Could be younger Sam or older Sam (or both).

Kisses and thank you for your service! x

first of all. I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE HERE!!!

"i couldn't give two flying farts" made me BARK like a goddamn seal.

i need to tell you right now. i have THOUGHTS. i've lost literal sleep spiralling over this very concept and i am thrilled—elated—to report that i believe our lord and saviour, sam winchester, absolutely, without question, has a buffet of kinks. so grab a snack, get cozy, maybe (definitely) hydrate a little, because i'm about to drop a full dissertation under the cut.

✨ younger sam (early seasons / stanford era / the “i’m a good boy but i also kind of want to ruin you” era) ✨

younger sam is... a problem. a menace. a walking, talking praise kink with floppy hair and puppy dog eyes who wants to be good so, so bad but is secretly desperate to wreck you. he’s all wide hands, shaky breathing, and the quiet, low whines he tries (and fails) to swallow down when you praise him. he wants to be gentle. he tries to be gentle. but the second you tell him he’s doing good? it’s over for you. and him. and the bedframe.

praise kink: this is canon. this is his religion. tell him he’s good and you will physically feel him get harder inside you.

oral fixation: he is obsessed with having his mouth on you. between your thighs, kissing up your spine, mouthing at your wrists—he wants to taste you everywhere.

desperation kink: the breathless, frantic way he grabs you like he might die if he doesn't get inside you immediately? yeah. that's not acting.

corruption kink (lite edition): if you’re shy or inexperienced? he’s obsessed with ruining you gently. calling you "sweetheart" or "pretty girl" while he makes you sob into his shoulder.

soft dom tendencies: he’s not fully confident yet, but when it sneaks out—when his hand tightens on your jaw or he says “keep your eyes on me”—it wrecks both of you.

possessiveness kink (hidden but dangerous): he’s so good at playing the polite, sweet, safe boy—but deep down? he’s lowkey deranged for you. seeing another guy look at you would make him snap in quiet, scary ways. "you're mine. you know that, right? no one else gets to see you like this." (growled against your throat while he's buried inside you)

hair pulling kink (getting pulled and pulling yours): we know sam’s hair is practically a character. you tug on it when you're kissing and he shudders. he pulls yours when he needs to anchor himself inside you. “hold still for me, baby. just like that, fuck—” (fist tangled in your hair, forehead pressed to yours)

slow burn / edging kink (accidental): younger sam tries to be so careful, so good at "making it last," but it gets messy fast. still, he’s fascinated by how much you squirm if he just won’t let you come right away. and it lights something dark in him.

and the thing about younger sam is that even though he's trying so hard to be good and sweet and careful with you, it’s so obvious he’s holding back something darker. something heavier. it’s in the way his hands shake when he grips your waist too tight. it’s in the way his voice drops when he gets too worked up.

and the second that boy grows up? the second he stops trying to pretend he’s not wired for obsession and control and desperate, all-consuming need?? it’s over for you. and him. and society at large.

✨ older sam (late seasons / “i have nothing left to lose except you, and i'll kill for you without blinking” era) ✨

older sam is... dangerous. soft in the places that matter, brutal everywhere else. he’s quieter now. more calculating. and when he wants something? when he wants you? he doesn’t ask. he takes.

control kink: you don't lift a finger unless he says so. he’s thought about everything already. he knows what you need better than you do. "hands above your head, sweetheart. there you go. let me take care of it."

size kink: sam winchester knows he’s a big boy. and he loves making you feel it. loves seeing you struggle a little. loves hearing you gasp when he stretches you open and just grins like the devil himself.

degradation kink (soft and firm): he can flip between praising you like you’re an angel and absolutely destroying you verbally in 0.5 seconds flat. "poor baby. can't even take a little cock without crying? thought you were my good girl."

ownership kink: if you think for one second you're walking outta there without a mark or his come leaking out of you, you're wrong. "gonna stay nice and full for me, aren't you, sweetheart? let everyone see who you belong to."

lowkey breeding kink: he doesn’t even say it half the time. he just fucks you so deep and so slow and so hard that your whole body knows it. but when he does say it? when he leans down and growls shit like "gonna keep you, baby. fill you up so good no one else’ll ever touch you again"? yeah. you ascend. straight into the void.

corruption kink (deeper, darker edition): younger sam wanted to corrupt you sweetly. older sam wants to ruin you. he loves the contrast. the way you look so soft, so sweet, and then sob his name with your face messy and your voice broken. it’s about ownership and power and control, but it’s also about trust. "no one’s ever gonna see you like this but me, baby. you’re mine. my pretty girl."

voyeurism kink (lowkey but lethal): YES. HE HAS THIS. it’s the control again, but subtler. sam loves watching you. watching you touch yourself just how he told you to (with permission). watching you squirm under his gaze when you're already wrecked but still trying to be good. watching your body give out because of him. it’s not just visual—it’s psychological dominance. it's: "don’t hide from me, sweetheart. want you to see what you look like when you fall apart for me."

exhibitionism kink (with a dangerous edge): this is where it gets even meaner. it’s not about public sex per se—it’s about the risk. he loves you getting embarrassed by the thought that someone might hear you. he’ll fuck you against a wall in a semi-public hallway in the bunker, hand over your mouth, whispering "shh, sweetheart. you don’t want dean to hear, do you?" while he keeps thrusting.

overstimulation kink (weaponised): bunker sam has no chill. you come once? cool. you come twice? cute. you come three, four, five times? perfect, he’s just getting started. he wants you mindless. crying. babbling his name. "come on, baby. one more. i know you got another one in you. be good f’me."

younger sam is accidental filth. he’s so desperate to be good, so determined to hold himself together, but the second you praise him or even look at him a little too sweetly? he’s fucking ruined. desperate, needy, a mess between your thighs. all floppy hair and trembling hands and whispered “please.”

older sam is intentional filth. controlled. calculating. slow and devastating. he doesn’t just want to make you come—he wants to own every single sound you make. wants to watch you fall apart because of him. wants to know that you trust him enough to let him absolutely destroy you and still crawl into his lap after, wrecked and smiling.

and the thing about sam winchester is that he’s not a boy anymore. he’s a man. an unapologetic, brutal, soft, possessive, hand-around-your-throat-but-kisses-your-forehead-after kind of man. the kind that makes you feel worshiped and ruined in the same breath. the kind you never recover from.

and honestly? thank god. am i right?

honourable mentions: @losers-clvb @xoswiftieprincess <3

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ifimdreaming · 9 months ago

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goodbye

luke hughes x reader

a/n: this is so dramatic for absolutely no reason but i also just experienced this and i am super emotional. established relationship, essential luke leaving to play devils hockey, unsaid but reader is canadian so, long distance - i didnt edit this and the endiing is abrupt but i didnt want to continue it anymore lol.

w/c: 1.0k

Luke waited for you to be the one to say something but you waited for him. You knew it would be hard to say goodbye like this but you insisted on waiting until you were actually at the airport seconds from when he really was leaving.

Silence falls as you near Lukes gate and you refuse to speak the words. Luke tilts his head at you and you shake your head in response, silently disagreeing with the fact of him leaving you indefinitely for work.

“Just come give me a hug” He says as he pulls you in, both of you refusing to verbally say the words goodbye.

Luke grabs hold of you and you knew you would not be letting go first. Your arms wrapped around his back, you bury your face in his chest as tears stream down silently but steadily.

“I will come back when I can. And I know that's vague but I'm making a promise to you. Ok?” Luke says into your ear and he doesn't wait for you to answer, knowing you are too wrecked to respond, “It will be a lot different and I know that. But I'm coming back and I'll be counting down the days until I do.” He adds.

You nod your head hoping he understands that you want to say how much you love him, how much you'll miss him and don't want him to leave - but even looking him in the eyes is hard to do.

Luke lifts your head and pulls his sleeve over his hand to wipe your tear soaked face before placing a soft kiss on your swollen lips. You softly smile but the tears don't leave your eyes, and Luke just pulls you in closer to him, hoping to gentle the blow of him needing to be on a plane in T-minus 5 minutes.

“dont go” you whisper, as the bustle and constant beeping, and voices on the airport intercom, make you desperately regret waiting until now to genuinely say goodbye to your boyfriend.

All week you have been gearing up and preparing for this goodbye, youd think about leaving him notes in his luggage or visiting him at practice ‘just because’, youd think about giving him presents of yours for him to bring with him to new jersey, or buying those long distance relationship bracelets that you can press a button on and buzz each others bracelets when youre thinking about them.

But none of that happened. Ultimately you were too scared of what lay ahead in the future to put your mind on enjoying what time you had left together. And you sure as hell were not going to be wasting time preparing gifts for him when you could be spending time with him while you still could. So you did nothing.

You waited until the very last second to say goodbye and it was the worst mistake you could've made.

Luke prepared for this. He said I love every single day this week, multiple times a day so that you could hear him say it to you face to face. He told you how much he'd miss you every single day, he told you what his hopes were for when he'd be back, and most importantly, he said goodbye to you.

“And drinks are on us tonight so I will bring those out to you right away, anything else you two need?” the kind waitress says as she brings our wine glasses to our little table in the corner of a mostly empty restaurant, the one Luke reserved the night before he left.

“This looks beautiful, thank you so much.” you reply kindly as she walks away

All you can do is smile and take in how much luke adores you, at least enough to do all this just for you.

“thank you luke for this…why do you spoil me?” you ask him with a grin as you begin eating your food, not being able to wait any longer with how delicious everything smells.

“Because I love you.” he says as he joins you in eating his perfectly cooked steak and potatoes.

“And because i need to say goodbye…properly” he adds as he is still chewing.

Luke's eyes fall to yours as he watches your expression change from bliss to sadness within a second.

“and i know you're going to try and stop me but please don't” he adds.

“I love you. I have for years and I am so thankful that you love me back because I don't know what I would do without you in my life. And I know it sucks that I have to leave for work and even I feel like I'm choosing my career over our relationship which I know is not the truth but I still feel so guilty and so selfish. But that's because I love you.” he says carefully and you begin tearing up as he speaks.

“Itll be hard to be apart. And im sorry. But I needed to say a proper goodbye to you because I need you to remember it while we’re apart.” Luke adds and he reaches across the table to grab your hand in his.

“I love you” he says

“I love you” you whisper out

“And I know you wont say goodbye now” He adds with a chuckle

“You know me too well, Luke Hughes” you say with a laugh as you wipe the tears from your eyes and whisper curse words under your breath, not wanting to have cried this much tonight - or ruin your makeup.

“Im sorry” you say as luke holds your hands in his

“Im sorry I practically ignored you this week and refused to even acknowledge that this is happening. But it is. And Im sorry I didn't say goodbye.” you continue as your sobs almost make it impossible to speak.

“You are saying goodbye. You're saying it now.” Luke says as he kisses you again and for the last time before letting you go

The fact that this goodbye was indefinite made it feel a whole lot worse than you thought it would.

But this was just the beginning.

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asher-agere · 3 months ago

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Hi ash! Do you mind a new request? I was thinking about little atsushi and babysitter chuuya! I like to think that normally Dazai is his main cg, but sometimes when regressed Atsushi can't stay in the ADA (for whatever reason, maybe he's overwhelmed or the case they're a working on is a little to heavy for a child) and Dazai have to stay and work, he(Dazai) would take his little to Slug's house! Chuuya doesn't aadmit but he's great with kids!

That being said i like to hc Atsushi more as a kid regressor, but i know you like to write baby agere so do what makes you happy and i'll be happy as well!!!

- 🦭 (I bought the biggest and prettiest frog plush i've ever seen in my entire life. I can hug that thing. I love it dearly. (Unfurtunatelly still don't have a name for them))

I love this! Dazai just dragging Chuuya into things is always hilarious for me. Also since I am over 2 and a half months late. Do you have a name for the plushy yet? :0 Frogs are the bestest…

Little Atsushi + Babysitter Chuuya

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☆ I think that the first time they rely on Chuuya to babysit, Dazai stays with them! Not because he doesn’t trust Chuuya, Soukoku’s trust in each other knows no bounds. But he knows how anxious Atsushi would be, plus the abandonment issues. If he’d just dropped Atsushi off with this man he’d never met before and just left? Atsushi would be a total wreck. Dazai uses most of the time to just annoy Chuuya, but that does create a nice sense of normalcy that actually helps Atsushi relax! As long as the yelling is kept to a minimum, and Chuuya is pretty aware not to yell around a traumatized kid

⛦ As they start meeting up without Dazai they can actually grow closer! Chuuya starts learning things about Atsushi! Stuff like what foods he likes (All of them), his comfort items (A cat plushy and his teether), and his headspace age (4-6)! Chuuya takes the information he learns to make the absolute ideal safe space for Atsushi! Obviously he’ll never be like Dazai is to the boy, but he can still be a safe and comfortable place!

☆ Atsushi usually leaves Chuuya’s pretty happy! He always loves going back to Dazai and talking about how much fun he had! And Dazai has his own fun, giving Atsushi mean names to call Chuuya, giving him false information about Chuuya, and telling him the must effective ways to get whatever he wants from the mafioso! Chuuya is beyond frustrated and trying to get Dazai to stop causing problems, however Dazai claims it’s simply caregiver and little bonding! And as Atsushi giggles and nods along… Well how is he supposed to argue with that?

⛦ Pet names! Chuuya absolutely calls Atsushi “Cub” because. Baby tiger. He’s just a little cub trust. But Chuuya also uses nicknames like “Kiddo” or “Little One”! He doesn’t want to overstep by using to intimate of pet names. Atsushi’s main pet name for Chuuya is “Mommy”! Full blame goes to Dazai who started it, but now it just feels natural for the little tiger. He’ll also occasionally, in passing, call Chuuya “Chibi”, also Dazai’s fault of course, but he primarily just uses “Mommy”!

☆ As Chuuya finds out about Atsushi’s past and relates it to his own and that of so many of his old Sheep members… Chuuya determines it’s time for some serious spoiling. He buys Atsushi an onslaught of gear to start with, and every single time Atsushi comes to stay with him the little tiger leaves with a new present! He always tells Atsushi not to let Dazai touch the present because he’ll infect them with nasty Mackerel disease. Of course Atsushi instantly hands over all presents to Dazai to eagerly receive his caregivers approval though, no matter what Chuuya says

⛦ Cooking! I think Chuuya is a really good chef, and Atsushi loves to eat! A perfect combination hehe. Atsushi also loves to help! Chuuya can give him simple tasks to do to help out and Atsushi feels so amazing and helpful! I think they need to make a lot of finger foods, easy to pick up snacks, because Atsushi can’t use utensils to save his life. Like yes Chuuya can feed him and that makes Atsushi feel beyond amazing and so safe and tiny, but also he likes to just grab his food and shove it into his mouth! He’s practically trying to see how quick he can eat, partially because he’s used to as a kid needing to eat as quickly as possible before it’s gone

☆ Atsushi always loves having his tiger ears out when he’s with Chuuya! And sometimes his tail too! He can’t around Dazai because Dazai always accidentally deactivates the ability, so he’s so extra happy to do it around Chuuya! And Chuuya of course brags to Dazai about how soft the tiger ears are, what a shame the stinky Mackerel doesn’t get to pet them. Little Atsushi ends up awkwardly pat comforting Dazai who’s being incredibly overdramatic. On the topic of abilities Chuuya will also float Atsushi to let him fly around the mafioso’s apartment! Never fails to make Atsushi giggly and happy

⛦ Chuuya always hangs up Atsushi’s artwork on his fridge! Whether it’s drawings, paintings, or arts and crafts! He’s literally bought magnets just for Atsushi’s projects. If he ever has anyone over to his apartment he’s proud to say that the art’s from a kid he babysits. Of course he never gives enough details for anyone to track things back to Atsushi. He’s incredibly protective over the art! If anyone insults it he’ll literally kick them out of his apartment and won’t talk to them for an entire day bare minimum, sometimes longer even

☆ I think that once Atsushi learns to relax around Chuuya he’d want to go over to his house even when the agency isn’t busy! He’ll beg Dazai to take him over, and Dazai agrees of course! It usually ends with a game night, whether that’s board games, cards, or even video games! Soukoku ends up bickering and Atsushi doesn’t care in the slightest because it feels like he has a family for once, something he never truly got to have, and it’s only in those moments that he realizes how badly he wants to have one

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Guys I have no idea how I’ve been managing to posts much recently but I think I deserve. Perhaps. The tiniest little morsel of praise for this astonishing feat

[DNI ID: A white box with a grey border. Atsushi to the right and a white tiger to the left. Grey text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe. I be will block NSFW accounts” End ID]

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hestzhyen · 2 months ago

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Chapter 76 Rebirth Posting

More exciting stuff, dear void! I am seated with popcorn! Rough TL of Editor's Notes First Page: (none this week) Last Page: 雀!! 飛宗三能力がもたらすのは...?! [Suzaku!! Tobimune san nouryouku ga tarasu o ha...?!] Suzaku!! What has the third of Tobimune's abilities set in motion...?!

Some meta stuff first!

Next week's issue will be a double because April 27th/28th is the start of Golden Week, a series of national holidays in Japan. In other words, prepare for lobotomybachi.

Volume 7 will be releasing on May 2nd in Japan, so look forward to info on the cover illustration, page count, and the possibility of extras soon!

The next issue of WSJ has Kagurabachi getting the Lead Colour Page alongside some kind of "happy announcement". One wonders what it will be! It could be a character popularity poll, it could even be... that.

Hiruhiko's Gambit and Samura

So much for seeing what's happening at Kamunabi HQ! We got a whole chapter of Hiruhiko's shenanigans for the most part, but the payoff was so fucking worth it.

"Run along now, Ms. Toto. I need you to be able to save my ass with a timely teleport before I get murked."

Killing Samura, the pinnacle of the Gotta Go Fast sword style while he's deeply wounded and gasping for breath? He'd need some fancy moves to pull that off. Great time to see what else Kumeyuri can do!

Oiran != prostitutes, alright? Can we put that stupid "discourse" to rest already?

The word used in Japanese was 遊 [yuu], which will probably get translated as "Play". 遊 means a variety of things from play to pleasure/recreation/diversion to flexibility/freedom.

Also, the JP line between the last two boxes is:

"遊"は周囲のモノを自在に操ることができる "yuu" wa shuui no MONO wo jizai ni ayatsuru koto ga dekiru "Play" lets the user freely manipulate nearby objects.

モノ [mono] is 物, meaning "thing/object". The extra emphasis from writing it out with katakana means that Hokazono-sensei's telling us that it's for non-living things only is my guess. It can work on things and objects but not living, breathing animals or people. Plants are probably also excluded from use but that's up for debate I suppose, have at it if you want to.

Anyway! How 'bout all them corpses Chihiro and the Masumi created, huh? Yeah... Add on a super-duper strong Banquet and not even Samura is safe. Because we got confirmation at last that John did target and manipulate Samura to be the anxious, defeatist wreck of a man we love to debate (apparently).

The schemer schemed successfully.

A broken man with so much anxiety and guilt is easily manipulated. Called it!

And indeed, Hiruhiko does a great job of getting the strongest swordsman to kill himself to save his daughter. The corpses probably don't have any killing intent that Samura can hone in on, so he'd be going off the sounds they were making and not much else when it comes to fighting them. Too bad his senses are scrambled thanks to Banquet.

So he performs one final act befitting his role as her father before he becomes the latest series casualty... oh. Oh.

What's that? Tobimune's third ability is... Suzaku?!

No malding, W for the official EN translation.

The kanji used for the ability was 雀 [suzume], which means "sparrow". But it can also be a reference to the Vermillion Bird of the South (朱雀, zhū què) from the Chinese myth of the Four Symbols. With the Ruby next to the kanji being すざく [suzaku], there's absolutely no doubt that the last ability is divine intervention incarnate. Was the True Realm bit in the beginning hinting at how Samura came to have this ability, since he hates killing...? Being able to revive the people you murder would definitely ease his conscience over those sincerely held Buddhist beliefs clashing with his duty.

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Suzaku the mythical bird is similar to a phoenix but not quite- they're both associated with rebirth through fire, but there's some really deep lore with Suzaku that makes it a distinct entity. Some short details on what exactly Suzaku is are here and here.

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The move seems cool and OP as fuck, yeah. It's also the most probable answer to the question Shiba sorta kinda answered back in chapter 60:

Hey Shiba where've you been since we last saw you here?

So now I wonder if this was Samura's plan all along- kill the other bearers to sever their contracts with the blades then bring them back with Suzaku. At the very least, the chances of Uruha being alive after all just shot up dramatically. Revival sword + not seeing his body + deliberately being teased about his status + Chihiro saying this about the man's death:

YOU SHOULD HAVE RESTED LONGER DAMNIT. Chapter 60, I don't like you very much.

Let "Uruha Lives!" be the next thing we hastily scribble in public areas as our sign of rebellion against The Man.

Anyway...

Iori's probably still gonna have trauma from seeing her dad get eviscerated right in front of her.

The Crow feathers burning up raise some interesting questions- is it just a neat visual effect or is it part of some limitation for using Suzaku? As in there's a long GCD like he's playing FFXIV with only three abilities at level 2. We see him flood the hallway with feathers shortly after though so maybe it's just for the cool factor.

There has to be some kind of limitation on Suzaku though. Probably. Maybe it requires a ton of energy and/or has a long cooldown before it can be used again and/or it cancels Crow/Owl if they're in effect and/or can only be used once per revival target? Hope we find out. What a fucking amazing move though. Samura is terrifying with Tobimune- he seems downright immortal and inescapable. Look what you've done, Hakuri! (Please don't, you did nothing wrong. Ask the author when you can come back to us though.)

Oh shit his eyes are open!

Samura looming in the dark with his scars on fire, preparing to teach a "stupid brat" a lesson... I nearly forgive Hiruhiko's presence in the hotel this arc. THIS PAGE IS SO FUCKING AMAZING! But yeah, Samura called Hiruhiko a 糞餓鬼 [kusogaki], "shitty brat", "stupid brat", "son of a bitch", however you wanna phrase it ("friggin' brat" in the official EN) the page prior. He's got Mr. "I'm the only one who's free" cornered and it's a coinflip if the pink menace goes down or not, I think. Toto's presumably in a safe location but will she know to teleport Hiruhiko out of danger? She and Hiruhiko could plausibly have the twin/soulmate sense thing that Chihiro and Hakuri have going on. Kumeyuri's third ability could come in clutch too, whatever it is. We'll see.

What I want to see most, though, is the additional follow-up to this from Chapter 51:

It's going to happen in a different way than I expected but it'll still be emotional as hell.

I think Samura's sight was also restored for a bit of thematic harmony after he "woke up" from the hallucinations by dying. Blinding himself out of guilt trapped him in his own head and negative thinking, also blinding him from interpreting things in a better way. His sight being restored would symbolise that he's now on a more even keel with a better perspective on things.

Sorry for all the panel captures this entry but I wanna make a note of something here that couldn't necessarily be brought over into English:

Something something literal AND metaphorical "waking up".

The line in JP in Samura's panel was:

彼をようやく幻覚から醒ましたのは致命傷による痛み kare wo youyaku genkaku kara kimashita no wa chimeishou ni yoru itami

醒ます [kimasu] means not only "to wake up" but also "to be disillusioned" and "to sober up". Got the triple play of meanings here! It's not normally written with the 醒 kanji -覚める[kimeru] is more common- so Hokazono-sensei was very deliberate about keeping all three meanings here, I think. Or he's just very fond of associating kanji using the sake radical (酉) to the blade that's named after a shaky pour of sake (酌揺) and induces drunken hallucinations (酔った幻覚). Like Samura sobered up and got his head back on straight after becoming human shishkebab.

At any rate.

Will Samura be surprised by how Chihiro looks, especially with that massive scar? Will he also think Chihiro looks like Kunishige? I want to find out!

Wouldn't it be so evil if we cut over to the Kamunabi HQ attack next chapter instead? Ha ha... ha... not really though, because I'm eagerly awaiting seeing who gets to show up to do cool stuff over there. Whatever perspective we get, I'm here for it.

Meanwhile, On the Roof...

Thanks for reminding us of the series of events just in case we forgot since a lot has happened the past few chapters.

Kuguri had the good sense to run away so he can live and fight another day, though it's hilarious that Hiruhiko apparently forgot or didn't bother to include him in what he planned to do. I think we'll see more of him in a later arc; maybe not a lot, but he's got a better head on his shoulders than Hiruhiko (not that that's a challenge) so he could become another recurring skills check for Chihiro. He's most likely tied to whatever will happen with the Sushi Bearer.

I kinda wanna see his commentary on how Chihiro uses the Iai White Purity style but we'll have to wait on that. Glad to see you Kuguri, now get the hell out of Dodge while you can. Samura's on the warpath against your buddies and you're certainly included if he sees you. You also probably don't have much of a chance to kidnap Iori with the Masumi around her so seriously just GTFO and live.

Speaking of:

Ikura definitely got more than he bargained for getting himself involved in this.

Seems as though the Masumi are gonna be just fine. Good. Protect Ikura and Iori from the re-corpsified corpses just in case and don't make any funny moves that raise death flags. I'm fucking warning you guys and I won't do it again.

As for Iori...

There won't be enough therapy in the world to help her after this.

I think even if she and her dad don't get a chance to talk, she got an answer of sorts when he protected her at the cost of his life.

Naturally I think they have a ton of shit they need to say to each other, and Samura still deserves a verbal lashing, but at least Iori won't be thinking he abandoned her because he didn't love her or something like that. The problem is he cares too damn much if anything, really. And can't/won't get help for that fragile mental state of his.

Samura being glad that he was the only one who was hurt is the biggest answer to her question of "why" though- he doesn't want her to suffer. He'll shoulder all the pain and misery, do whatever it takes to let her live a free and happy life. He's a true father at heart even if he's not really functional in some critical aspects. Kinda like Kunishige, in a much sadder way.

At least Kuinishige's main failing -that we know of, at least- was being immature and leaving all the housekeeping to Chihiro. Bit of a crappy thing for a parent to do to their kid, but it worked for them and didn't bother Chihiro much. He actually cherished those times when he was taking care of himself and his dad. In all other respects Kunishige seemed to be a proper parent- he was teaching Chihiro some really valuable life lessons and being a good role model outside of housework. Most importantly, he was willing to walk through life with his kid and support him every step of the way.

By contrast, Samura's too mentally tortured to support Iori properly. He fears her hanging herself and doesn't talk to her but sends her away. He knows she's a target for kidnapping and worse and instead of working through it with her, he makes her forget everything so others forget her too- even himself. But he'll be her shield and protect her no matter what it costs him.

It's such a damn shame that he thinks his little girl needs to be separated from him to be safe and happy, really- she cherished those memories of their mundane days together just as much as Chihiro did with Kunishige. No doubt she has the same feelings of not wanting to trade those moments for anything, not even the safety and peace of mind her dad wants her to have so desperately.

I really, really hope they get to talk things out. There's so much unsaid between them and they deserve a quiet moment to rip the band-aid off and start the conversation.

One More Thing

A little detail that might get lost in the hype of this chapter:

Reusing screen shots like Hokazono-sensei reuses panels.

The Shinuchi is the exception to the three basic abilities rule for Enchanted Blades. We saw Kyora use Spider, Dragonfly, and Centipede during the Rakuzaichi arc, and we can surmise that the flower field was Malediction, the True Realm ability that the Sword Master unlocked. So there may be more critter abilities to witness if we see the sword in action!

Okey dokey. Give yourself a little compliment this week kind void. We'll meet again for the "exciting announcement" and whatever happens next in this wild fight!

#kagurabachi #Hakuri I love you I miss you please come back soon #Everyone knows about the Frodo Lives! thing from the '60s and '70s right? I'm not making a joke just for myself right?#I miss FFXIV hope I can get back to it one day #kb ch76 #long post #Panel reuse is a good thing and I support mangaka doing it as much as they can get away with in order to avoid burnout

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dyl-z · 4 months ago

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im going feral rn i need some stories (not the socmed just anything happening in ur life rn) im bored :((

Let me tell you about absolute train wreck of a day I had yesterday

First I couldn’t sleep because I’ve been off my meds (thank you U.S. healthcare system for not shipping them to me until I already ran out) so I was running off of zero hours of sleep when running to my 9am politics class on a Monday morning.

My pol professor continues to be my number one worst enemy. So about 15 minutes into the lecture he’s still rambling on about things that are NOT the source material and not entertaining so I turn to talk to my friend to rant about the essays I have due on Friday.

HOWEVER plot twist

I discover that my English essay was in fact due on Friday the 7th not Friday the 14th (how I made that mistake is most likely due to the fact that canvas is a pain to navigate + I’ve been a tad bit 🤏 depressed and the days have just blended together into one long day) anyways not I’m in a worse mood because I have to go write an essay

And then he finally starts droning on about democracy and guys he’s literally the worst lecturer in the world I cannot stand him

Then before the lecture is even over I get an email from Amazon saying they’re closing my account AND THEY WONT GIVE ME A REASON

Keep in mind it’s only 9:45 am at this point and I’ve threatened my life three times in the group chat

Then class is over I rush out get to my room and start working on my essay. Alas, I have a second class so at 11 I walk to my class and sit down and realize that I don’t recognize this lecturer and the app won’t let me put the attendance in- wait- does that say 12?

My class has been moved back an hour.

My mood somehow worsens.

I get back to my dorm AGAIN. Start working on my essay AGAIN. Then it’s 11:50 so I walk to my class only to discover when I get there that there are legit no seats I mean I’ve never seen this many people in my class before. So I get the attendance code and bolt the fuck outta there because who do I look like? I am not sitting on the steps.

It’s now noon so I decide to get lunch. Surprise surprise there is 28 POUNDS (?!??) in my bank account and my check hasn’t come in yet 🧍‍♂️

My mood somehow inexplicably gets so much worse.

I get lunch I get back to my dorm and suddenly I’m feeling sick and I can’t eat.

The punches they do NOT stop coming.

I do my essay and it eats which pisses me off more because i know it’s gonna have a bad grade despite it being good because it’s three days late.

I finish the essay and then I nap until 7pm because I’ve live four days within four hours.

#dylan’s asks #and I have another essay due Friday #At noon too #guys give me till midnight #I’m begging #I wish I had a funny drunk story for you guys but my life has been a bit miserable lately

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year ago

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I have a request to make if you’re willing. Platonic yandere lamia shinobu x child reader please.

Yandere Lamia Shinobu Kocho x Child Reader

War is a terrible place for a child

Even if they’re blindly motivated to help the cause

Shinobu has always thought this but she was also aware that desperate times called for desperate

Hence her early employment as a battle field nurse

Through a series of successes and coincidental massacres

She’s earned her position of a commanding general

Instructing her scientists and exploring her power with chemical warfare

All while strategizing for her army against the enemy lines

Being a lamia in this kind of environment was helpful

The muscle gave her the extra edge above her human compatriots

making her a valuable asset

One that needed to be contacted frequently

“I-I huff huff am h-here huff huff for Miss Sh’nbu!”

The entire camp practically swooned when they saw the young messenger waddle into camp

There were other young messengers

Much faster

Much more outspoken about their dreams to become a soldier or pilot one day

But not you

Not you

“Uh I h-heard this huff helps people. S-so I’ll just try my best.”

When she first met you she immediately wanted to fire you

You were far too small

Legs too short

And all the huffing you were doing made her nervous

“How was your trip, little (Y/n)?”

"It was uh okay, here’s your letter by the way.”

“...Those cuts on your knees…”

“I just tripped a little, I’m okay!”

But how could she

Even the apathetically smiling mad lamia scientist couldn’t deny you

As soon as you tiredly ended up curling into her

She’s determined

Whether she makes you an intern or even an errand runner

She couldn’t leave you in the position you were in

She looks into your parents

Finding them to be a struggling couple that sent you to work

It irks her when she convinces you to let her do blood work and she finds so many horrible diseases beginning to sprout

Of course she wants to cure them…

But the medical expenses are so much and your family can’t afford that

“How about we make a deal? If you relinquish your parental rights to me I’ll be happy to care for them.”

If they don’t immediately hand you over she’s going to get a lot less nice

How impudent

A lamia helping the weaker humans and they can’t do this one thing for her

It just proves her right when they begin to mentally decline

And once the proper authorities agree they’re just not fit to be out of an asylum

You’ll be placed in her care

It’s probably even more of a wrecking ball if you’re life if your reading it out

“Young messenger (Y/n), we regret to inform you….oh.”

“There There (Y/n) here have some tea its sure to relax you.”

“Uh thanks Miss Sh’nbu…”

“If you’d like you can call me Mom.”

Whatever refusal you can articulate fades with the floaty feeling that comes after having a sip of her tea

Being the medicinal genius she is she’ll make sure her dearest human baby will have no problem fitting into their new life

Now some of her generals will have noticed

The odd amount of time Kocho spends with the asylum director or the little human she wraps her tail around

“A war is no place for a child!” They’ll protest

“How can she? Caring for a human child?” They whisper

So with a single whip of her tail and a smile that threatens to disappear

She holds her sleeping child to her chest

“You’re absolutely right about that one thing. A war is no place to raise a child…therefore I’ll just have to end this one quickly.”

Dictatorship, absorbing other branches of the army, or creating an ultimate weapon that only she can use or even defecting to the other side if necessary

This war will end so she can devote all her time to raising you

You’ve run so far

And you’re just so young

She promises she’ll prioritize your well-being and her happiness with you

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere shinobu #yandere platonic #yandere platonic shinobu kocho #yandere kny #yandere kny x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon slayer #yandere platonic kny #yandere platonic demon slayer #yandere x child reader

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prettiestlovergirl · 1 year ago

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Hello I love your blog 😭 could you do Mean!Rafe Cameron who’s “punishing” fem!reader by not touching her in any way but he really wants to fuck her so he fucks her thighs 😇

This is filthy I’m going in hell but okay

oh, anon, i love this request🤭 if you are going to hell, i am right there with you, baby! hope this lived up to your expectations. enjoy, my lovely! 𓆩♡𓆪

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; toxic/jealous/mean! rafe; degradation kink; thigh fucking; some impact play; teasing; orgasm denial; this is unedited, will probably come back and fix any errors later!

you were currently being punished by your boyfriend, rafe, and it wasn't even your fault! you'd just been giving this guy directions but rafe was convinced you were about to let him into your pants!

you tried to explain again n again but he wasn't having it, so now, not only was he not touching you, you weren't even allowed to touch yourself! it was pure torture!

today, however, rafe needed you. desperately. he couldn't just fuck you, though, because then you'd get the wrong idea and be an even bigger slut.

so he had to come up with this alternative, dragging you up into your bedroom, his rings digging into your hips, before shoving you onto the bed. your room was so perfect and pristine, he loved fucking you in here, absolutely wrecking your perfectly made bed.

"god, you're such a dirty fucking slut, walking around in these teeny fucking shorts, tempting me all fucking morning." he huffed. he made quick work of your shorts, tossing them somewhere in the room behind him.

he groaned instantly as he noticed the large wet spot on your panties. "fuck, so fucking wet, ruining your pretty little panties." he huffed, used his hands to hold your thighs apart.

he hooked his finger into your panties, lifting the already soaked fabric to the side, blowing so cold air against your skin and watching as your desperate cunt clenched around nothing and gushed with arousal.

"mm, fuck!" you squealed, leaning up on your elbows as you watched him between your thighs. it had been sososo long since he'd been down on his knees for you n you were desperate for him. "please, rafe..." you begged.

"quiet." rafe demanded, spanking your pussy with his rings still on, just to hear you squeal and whine out again. this was still a punishment, after all.

you whined out, hips bucking against him in slight shock as you pouted, but your pussy gushed with more wetness against his palm. "such a dirty whore." he chuckled, his voice deep and mocking.

he used his hand to move your wetness around, trailing your slick up and down your smooth thighs, smirking as he got them good and slippery.

after he was satisfied and you were a pile of whines, he pulled away and slid your panties back over your cunt. god, he loved the way your hips bucked when you lost contact. he just loved how fucking desperate you were for him.

he unzipped his jeans, quickly pulling his cock out. you were practically drooling as you watched him wrap his hand around his red, swollen cock.

he tugged it a few times, using his thumb to rub the leaking precum in while you continued to watch, your breathing heavy with desire.

rafe lifted your legs up, bending them up to your chest before pushing his cock through your pretty, plushy thighs with a relieved groan.

you couldn't look away, the view of his angry, swollen cock peeking out between your thighs made your toes curl and your mouth hang open.

he instantly started thrusting into your thighs, taunting and teasing you while his fingers dug into the fat of your ass. "fuck, look at you, you're ruining your fucking panties, aren't ya?" he teased while you gripped your bedsheets with a whine.

"fuck, rafe, please!" you moaned, bucking your hips up so he'd rut against your panty-covered pussy with each and every thrust, providing you with some much needed friction.

"such a needy fucking slut." he groaned, pinning you down to the bed more as he started to fuck into your thighs faster and faster.

your skin was just so fucking soft and wet, it took every ounce of his self-control to stay where he was. the irrational part of his brain wanted to just say fuck it and bury himself into your dripping cunt despite your punishment.

"fuck, please, rafe, need you to fuck me! i'll be such a good good girl, please!" you moaned, continuing to buck your hips up against him and relishing in the friction.

your please brought him back, reminding him why he had to punish you like this. you had been such a desperate slut! i mean, you were practically whoring yourself out to a fucking stranger, right in front of him!

"this is your punishment, baby. you fucking deserve this, be grateful i'm even doing this for you." he grunted, as if he wasn't burying himself between your thighs entirely for his own satisfaction.

"please, please, 'm so sorry! please, just wanna cum so bad, please!" you begged, your pretty lashes fluttering as desperate tears welled up in your eyes and his thrusts just got faster.

"fine, i'll think about it." he relented, grunting more as he gave you a wicked, cocky smirk while he squished your thighs together even more. he loved seeing how fucking pathetic you looked like this.

he continued to fuck your thighs, purely chasing his own high and leaving you to rut your hips up in order to gain any sort of friction or pleasure for yourself.

he used you like his own personal fuck toy, his grip bruising until he finally came with one last thrust. he coated your stomach and thighs in ropes n ropes of his sticky white cum.

you looked up at him with a louder whine, still rutting against him as he stopped his thrusts, silently begging him to take pity on you and relieve the ache in your throbbing pussy.

"y'know, i thought about it but... i really just don't think you've earned it."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

#☆lola writes !#rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x you #obx smut #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction #☆ lola's requests !

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jaegeraether · 2 years ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 44)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (39) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (3)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**This is now my largest chapter at 7.5k. Enjoy!**))

YFN had instantly fallen asleep in her seat on the plane and woke to the jolt of the landing gear absorbing the impact on touchdown. She shook her fatigue away and took her phone off flight mode. 11:15am UK time. She gave a sigh of relief that the flight had been quicker than usual. She knew she’d been cutting it close with the flight time and instead of Ruby picking her up as planned, she’d told her to go to the stadium instead so she could get an Uber. It worked out well, because it meant she had time to speak to Jordan without feeling rude talking in front of Ruby.

She collected her bags and timed the Uber well, hopping in immediately as she exited the building. The stadium was thirty minutes from the airport so she’d be arriving just at kick off. She wasn't too concerned, though. Bridget and Emily were also in Manchester for a 1300 game between Man City and Brighton and were getting a bit more experience up onsite with Ruby at her game. She was lucky to have such good workmates.

She slid into the cab with a polite hello and found the only contact with a fish in it.

“Hey chicken! How was Barcelona?”

“Oh my god, Dory, it was amazing. Absolutely amazing. But I’m dead on my feet.”

Jordan laughed. “I’m guessing Lucy didn’t let you sleep much?”

“Don’t be cheeky. But you are correct.”

“How many hours are you running on?”

She counted. “I had two hours sleep on the plane so…about five hours?”

“What?!”

“I think…I remember we had a ‘midnight snack’ but that was about 4am so…”

“You’re unbelievable. Priorities, right?”

YFN chuckled. “I have no regrets beyond the struggle to walk-”

“Oh god! I don’t want to hear it.”

They both laughed together.

“How are you? Tell me everything.”

Jordan hummed and then proceeded to tell YFN about her dreams and the flowers and note that morning.

“Why didn’t you lead with that?!”

“I don't know. Good news before bad?”

“You think the flowers and note are bad news?”

“I don’t know. My head’s all over the place from the dreams. They were good and bad, but it’s just wrecked me emotionally.”

“I understand that…it’s not great for game day. Are you on your way there now?”

“Yeah, I’m on the bus. We have another hour and a half to go.”

“Well, you can’t resolve these emotions before the game because that would be a miracle. So how about you put a movie on and distract yourself? Don’t sleep, you won’t be able to.

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that to be fair…”

“Perfect. Have you messaged her?”

“No. I can’t do that today. Trying not to mess with my head before the game.”

“That’s all good, I was going to suggest maybe not responding until after the game.”

“You’re doing two games today, aren’t you?”

YFN’s mouth almost dropped open. “You have no idea how proud I am that you remembered that? I told you a while ago...”

“Oh, sorry, I should probably keep up my forgetfulness, right? Who are you again?”

YFN laughed. “I love forgetful Dory. She’s my favourite. Along with cuddly Dory. Football Dory though…jeez she’s terrifying.”

“I definitely will be today.”

“Get those emotions out, girl! Just don’t hurt anyone or get red carded please.”

“No promises.”

“As for your question, yep. I have the 1200 Man United versus West Ham game at Leigh and then the 1845 Arsenal versus Leicester game at King Power.”

“Oh that's right! Kyra…”

YFN had obviously told Jordan about Kyra. They both thought it was cute.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Our bus will drop us back at Villa Park about 7pm tonight…I can drive and meet you there?”

YFN could tell that Jordan needed comfort, and most of her friends were in London. She did the timing math in her head.

“You’d arrive about 8pm tonight with the traffic…how about you get a lift with my guy, Matt? He’s relocating to my game and then driving me back to Birmingham after it’s done.”

“Oh, yeah! That works out brilliant, that does. God, you’re so good at this logistics stuff. I just kick a ball around.”

YFN had a giggle at the visual image and messaged Matt. “And you look great doing it. Plus, you do more than that and you know it.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

YFN bit her lip as she thought a little. Jordan needed some love, and she knew just what to do. “What do you think about us asking Katie and Caitlin to stay the night? We’ll all finish up around 9pm in Leicester so they’ll have overnight accommodation. If I message them then they’ll have time for the team to cancel their room. They can come home with us.”

“Ohhh I didn’t think of that! See, this is why you’re the best.”

YFN grinned at the sound of genuine happiness in Jordan’s voice. She knew she missed them a lot.

She looked up and could see the stadium approaching in the distance. “I’m excited! Okay, I’m almost at the stadium. I’ll message the group.”

“Okay, love you!”

“Love you more. I’m so excited to see you tonight! Have a good game today, please. Smash it.”

They hung up happy and she opened a message from Matt that replied with an excited yes. Being a Villa supporter meant his dream just came true. YFN wondered how the car ride with them would be to Leicester and couldn’t help but be amused.

YFN then put a message in their little four-way group. Caitlin was usually the first to respond whether it be message or Instagram, and today was no exception. She’d answered an unequivocal yes for the both of them before she’d even stepped foot into the stadium.

The national anthems were playing just as she arrived and met up with her workmates. Bridget was running the boundary line, excitedly videoing the singing while Emily and Ruby were taking photos.

“Hey, Em.”

“YFN! Hi!” She gushed, wearing her purple and yellow Lumos hoodie. YFN was wearing Lucy’s hoodie so she opted for a beanie instead. “How was your flight?”

“I slept the entire trip,” she admitted with a chuckle.

Emily snapped a few shots of the starting line-ups.

“How are you and Bridget?”

“Oh, great! Yeah, we’re excited to be staying in Manchester tonight. Because we all have tomorrow off, we have plans to sight see and visit some family.”

They chatted for a little longer when YFN recognised the photographer from the last game she’d been to. The one who followed her home. She pretended to not notice him as she kept speaking to Emily and then made her way around the field to get a few good videos and say hi to Ruby and Bridget also. Bridget was running a mile a minute as she usually did, and Ruby mentioned that she had a date with Matt the next day. Ruby also ran a mile a minute, just with her mouth rather than her legs like Bridget. The whistle blew.

“Oh are those two already leaving already?” She asked rhetorically as Bridget and Emily waved on the way out. “Aw I didn’t say bye! Anyways, Matt said he’d take me on a date but I don’t know where-” she snapped a few photos and then cringed at the tackle she’d just captured, “-and I know it’s going to be amazing because we’ve been talking for a while now and…well not a while but since we all met and we were first partnered up-” she jogged further up the field to take another and came back when she was satisfied, “-and we’ve both been talking about supervising this next group of people coming in and we’re so excited for them to join us-” she took photos while YFN pulled her phone out to get a good Instagram video of Man United’s goal as they were both standing just a few metres from the West Ham goal. Goal number one, just three minutes in. YFN uploaded the video straight to their social media with an update on the score, “-and I just think it’s going to be amazing to have so many people with us. Is that guy staring at us?”

YFN turned to the photographer who’d been following her around the boundary, more focussed on her than the game.

“Yeah…just ignore him. He won’t hurt us.” She said, repeating what Catherine had said to her. Phone still on video mode in her hand, she pressed record but before she could lift her arm up to video him, they were interrupted.

“Now, now, physical violence isn’t my thing.” The voice teased from behind them.

YFN didn’t even have to turn, but she did out of polite habit as Mark stepped next to her, his eyes focussed on the game. She kept her phone on record and down near her body, but angling the mic towards him.

“Mark.”

“YFN. I hear you had a lovely trip up to Edinburgh to meet your…controversial leader.”

Ruby frowned, not understanding.

“He’s just teasing,” she assured. “Could you give us a minute?”

Ruby nodded and headed back up the field.

“So none of them know then?”

“What could you possibly be referring to, Mark?”

“Joanne.” He almost hissed. “That heartless woman.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well let me be clear, then. I know your boss. She took something from me, so I’m going to tear her whole fucking business down.”

“Which business would that be?”

“The only one not protected by a board. Lumos. Her baby that she’s trying so desperately to hide. And you know exactly how I’m going to start?”

“By getting a photographer to follow me?”

He gave a grin that sent shivers down her spine. “Something along those lines.”

He handed her a large yellow envelope. Against her better judgement, she took it and looked inside. She found several printed photos of herself and Lucy kissing at the airport. The photos weren’t the best quality, they looked like they’d been taken on a phone, but still…it was disturbing.

She turned her attention back to the game as if she were unbothered. “Congratulations. You gave me photos of my girlfriend and I. You do realise that we are public? We have nothing to hide.”

“You don’t think that someone in your position dating one of the most famous footballers of all time is a conflict of interest? Let me give you some advice…people will care. Whoever Joanne has investing in her company will. And this is just the start. I’ll get more and more dirt on not just you, but your workmates also. I’ll drag you all into the fucking ground.”

She sharply breathed in. “You want to ruin a good thing for a little rivalry?”

“A good thing?” He scoffed. “Nobody wants to watch women play. Look around you. The stands are only filled with friends and family. As for everyone who works at Lumos…” He shrugged. “Collateral.”

YFN let herself look at him. He was determined and deadly serious.

“See that photographer? Get used to seeing him around. As for Joe…tell her I’m going to tear down her company before it even begins.”

It was a dominant display by Manchester United who ended up winning 5-0 with five different goal scorers. YFN felt for West Ham who she’d grown a soft spot for since her visit, and especially felt empathetic for their Captain, Mackenzie Arnold, a fellow Australian, as she was the goalkeeper. She couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been mentally after a game like that. You’d feel like it was all your fault while having to be the one to pull the team together.

A few of the players wandered over to her after the match, one being Mackenzie. She gave her a hug and surprisingly agreed to an interview. She interviewed her alongside Mary Earps, letting the two talk business. Mary didn’t exactly have a quiet game, she’d had shots that she’d saved and they both bantered about that, with YFN steering the questions when and where she wanted. The fact that they both pointed out the brilliance in several different moments of each teams and gushed over not just their team but the opposite was the exact reason she’d fallen in love with women’s football. After those two, she interviewed Kirsty Smith and Riko Ueki with Ella Toone and Lucia Garcia. The dynamics of who she put together were interesting and got the results she wanted. She felt like she was Graham Norton putting interesting guests on and leading them here and there with questions, making sure they each felt acknowledged and appreciated for their time and their skill on the pitch.

They finished up around 2:30pm and stopped for a late lunch and some quick editing and posts before they started their two-and-a-half-hour drive to Leicester for their next game. It was only early evening, and YFN could already feel herself getting tired.

As they got into the car, Ruby noted that and told her to get some sleep. She had no idea that Ruby could be quiet for long enough and was pleasantly surprised.

Just before she went to sleep, she sent the video recording of Mark’s voice to Catherine who she knew was busy with few royal duties, and then she fell asleep just after she put her phone on charge.

YFN woke to the loud sound of her phone ringing and she jumped, her face feeling half numb from the window. The car was stopped and she looked outside to Ruby who’d noticed her wake and gave her a thumbs up from the fuel bowser. She gave one back and answered the phone without checking the caller ID.

“YFN! Are you okay?!”

She recognised the voice immediately. “Cath- I mean. Joe? Wow, you really did a great job of sounding not yourself before we met.”

Catherine gave a light chuckle. “One of my secret talents. I listened to your video. Did he threaten you?”

“Not physically, just what you heard on the video.”

“He’s absolutely insistent and much more of a pain than I’d expected.” She sounded annoyed and that was amusing to YFN as she was always painted as the perfect Princess. “I’m so sorry. I spoke to Joe and even she is surprised. He will not hurt you. If you feel unsafe at all, I will hire security.”

“That’s okay, I think we’re okay for now. He seems to be all bark at the moment..”

“He is, I assure you. Also, there is no conflict of interest here. I’m aware of your relationship. We are not even covering her games yet and when we do, it is absolutely not a conflict of interest. The man doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I know you, I chose you for a reason and your judgement, and your actions won’t be compromised by your relationship. Not only that, but there’s nothing in which to base these allegations on just yet. I understand the implications that may occur with you interviewing her and potentially being seen as biased, but I’ve seen your work, I’ve seen you interview friends and colleagues without that bias. I chose carefully.” She sighed. “My plan was for us to build your reputation in the field so high it would surpass any of these allegations before they even occurred.”

“I appreciate the support, and I promise that anything to do with Lucy or her team against another team will not be an issue. I want everyone and every team to be represented, regardless of if they’re against her or not.”

“Perfect. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, I think. In the meantime, you don’t need to hide your relationship. I’d never ask or expect that of you.”

“Thank you…also I’m assuming part of your security check on us is that you look for anything controversial which may be used against us like this?”

She hesitated. “Yes. I don’t like it, but we need to protect ourselves and the business from any potential threats…”

“I understand, and I agree.” Ruby hopped back into the car then with a grin. “You have my support…Joe.”

Catherine took the hint. “He won’t find anything controversial on the other employees because there is nothing. We just need to stay a tight knit group and continue our jobs.”

“Copy that, will do. Would you like me to send out a group memo about him?”

Ruby started to drive again.

“Yes, absolutely. If you don’t mind, I’ll write it and you send it?”

“Perfect, that saves me the work.”

“Lastly, the office won’t be ready tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Her interest peaked at that. She could be with Lucy on her day off. Jonatan had been giving her more days off with her knee. She only had to train four days this week, Tuesday to Friday.

“It’s all related. Mark somehow managed to talk to the local council…anyways I’m sorting it. It’ll be ready by Wednesday, I promise you.”

“Okay. That’s perfectly fine. I’ll meet up with the real estate agent and then the original ten of us will settle in and prep for the new group to arrive.”

“I thought it would be best to start the new group on Thursday instead because of the timing with the office date moving, but I wanted to check with you first to make sure you weren’t losing too much preparation time with them for the next round?”

YFN thought about it a little. Their first game was Saturday, and it was the only one. Catherine had gotten permission for ten employees at that game which allowed her to send two original crew with a full new crew to train. “I think Thursday will work. It’ll give us two full days to cover everything which is enough, and for eight of them, they’ll get experience on Saturday at Stamford Bridge. If I feel we need more, I’ll organise Saturday with the others not at the game to prep more.”

“Agreed! We think very much alike, you know.” It was a compliment that made her blush.

Catherine asked if she had any more questions before the call ended. She wasn’t surprised it wasn’t a long conversation, as she knew she’d been busy all day with regular duties and then Mark’s drama in the background. She couldn’t help but think about the possibility of booking a flight to Barcelona to spend the next two days with Lucy, as she knew she had the next day off. She could explore Barcelona with Narla and do a bit of work on the Tuesday while Lucy was training… She bit her lip and shook her head. Jordan needed her. Jordan was her priority. Thinking of, she looked up Jordan’s game which was almost finished. It had been fairly even all game and Jordan had been subbed on in the 65th minute, having a goal attempt in the 66th minute. YFN smiled as she watched Jordan running around, looking frustrated which was so opposite to her everyday self. Aston Villa were up 1-0 and she watched while Ruby listened to the end of the game. Multiple fouls were made by both teams. Aston Villa scored a second goal. A foul by Jordan at the 90 minute mark. And then it was over. Jordan had only played 30 minutes, but she’d made an impact. YFN sent Jordan a message saying how proud she was of her.

They arrived in Leicester around 5:45pm and stopped at a local café for another snack and a drink before the game. Being too early at the stadium meant boredom. They made sure to arrive around 6:15pm and set their equipment up, capturing the players during warm up. The Leicester players exited first to warm up and a few came over to chat. Luck have it, Courtney was one of them. Australians tended to flock together outside of Australia, she realised. YFN asked if she’d do an interview after the game and she agreed for the price of a hoodie. She liked Courtney and could see why Kyra did too. They were both cheeky.

“Hey stranger.”

YFN turned to see Leah’s smile as she stepped next to her. She was alone and not in kit, not quite ready to play after her ACL.

“Leah!” She smiled, pulling her into a hug. She liked Leah, regardless of her issues with Jordan, and she’d previously spoken to Jordan about their little growing friendship. She was okay with it, of course, otherwise YFN wouldn’t have been so forward. “How are you?”

“Oh mate, desperate to get onto that field, I’m telling ya.” She looked longingly at the pitch and then back to YFN. “I watched your interviews. They’re great! I don’t know why anyone hasn’t interviewed like that before.”

“The ones from last week?”

“Yeah and this morning. I loved it, honestly. I’ll be happy to do interviews anytime with you, just let me know.”

“That’s just given me an idea…” She hummed as she thought.

“Taking me up on the offer already?” She laughed.

“Actually I’ve been trying to work out different segments and ideas that would make us stand out from other companies….you’re not playing today. There are always players who are not playing but watching their teams. So it might be a good idea to get players willing to on the sidelines with us to interview and to film some of the snippets we upload with their own perspective and jokes and insight. Sort of like when you’re excitedly screaming motivation at the girls from the bench, but this time they’d be in snippets for our social media. It’ll promote the team and show just how supportive all of the players are with each other. Plus, I think it'd be hilarious.”

“Sort of like when they mic up the cricket players?”

“EXACTLY.”

“Put me in, coach. I love the sound of that. Plus, if it mucks up, you can just blame me.”

“You are 100% my scapegoat if it goes bad.” She laughed. “You’d be willing to today?”

She shrugged. “I have nothing else going on and I’m used to the camera so why not.”

“Perfect! Yeah, oh that’s so exciting-” She stopped and bit her lip as she thought of Jordan.

“What is it?”

“Um…maybe not today? Maybe next game?”

The frustrating thing was that she didn’t know yet if she’d even be at Arsenal’s next game. It depended on the roster.

“YFN, just tell me.”

“So…hm…here’s the thing…”

“Please don’t tell me this is about Jordan?” She asked, a little upset. “I was hoping that wouldn’t affect our relationship…”

“It won’t! Dory’s fine with us being friends. It’s just…”

“Spit it out, mate.”

“She’s going to be here in under an hour.”

She swore Leah paled. She definitely froze. “Oh.”

“Yeah…so she’ll already be with me on the sidelines for company.”

“She just finished a game…” she looked at her watch. “…so if she’s coming here I guess it’s to talk about us?”

“Leah…”

“She told you about this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She groaned and ran her hand through her hair. “Look, I don’t know your opinion on everything and I don’t want to drag you into it all, but I promise you I just want the best for Jordan.”

“And the best for Jordan is you?”

Leah held her eye contact. “Yes. Just…I know I don’t have the right to ask but I will. Can you please maybe tell Jordan it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to go with me this Friday night to the awards? I want to win her back, to be there for her but I can’t without opportunity to actually be around her.”

“I won’t convince her to do something she doesn’t want to…”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Just…advocate for me? You don’t have to push it. Just…please?”

“I’ll have a talk to her,” she murmured.

“CHICKEN!”

The Arsenal players were headed out for their warm up and most were headed her way led by the Irishwoman who was being overtaken by a smiley, wavy Kyra.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. Also, I can still do that thing with you, I can be over the other side away from Jordan if she doesn’t want me near.”

“Thanks Leah, I’ll ask her about it when she gets here,” she replied with a smile.

“Ask who about what?!” Kyra asked as she landed on YFN’s back. YFN’s hands immediately caught her legs.

“Oof. You do realise I’m small, right?”

“Yeah, but I knew you’d catch me. When’s Nobbs here?”

A few of the Arsenal girls looked awkward because Leah was there. “It’s okay…” she assured them. “She’ll be here during the first half.”

“Okaaaaay.”

“Oh, also Kyra invited herself tonight.” Caitlin said as she wrestled Kyra off of YFN so she and Katie could give her a hug.

“Tonight? Where was our invite?” Beth asked.

YFN grinned sheepishly. “Our apartment isn’t big enough for the entire Arsenal squad…”

“I’m just joking, this one wants an early sleep anyways,” she said as she nudged Viv who looked unimpressed as usual.

“Aw what a granny!” Kyra teased.

YFN couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Viv’s face. Kyra giggled at her joke, ducking away from Caitlin’s motherly swat to the back of the head when a blue shirt appeared amongst the red and Kyra stilled.

“Hey…”

“Courtney!” YFN replied, making sure she didn’t feel left out. “Hey!”

Courtney looked around, her eyes finding Kyra and then tearing them away pretending she hadn’t looked at her. “Just letting you know Sam and Sophie are both good for the interview after the game. Do you know who it’ll be with?”

“Awesome! Yeah, I was hoping Beth and Frida would be up for it…”

“Me? Yes please! Not sure if I’ll be subbed on though,” Beth said eagerly.

Viv rolled her eyes. “She’ll be subbed on.”

“FRIDA!” Katie yelled.

“FRIDA!!” Beth yelled shortly after. Viv covered her ears and YFN chuckled at that.

The blonde spun around and jogged over. “Yes?”

Frida Maanum was a Norwegian midfielder who’d been with Arsenal since 2021. She was rarely chosen to be interviewed and softly spoken, so YFN thought it’d be great to involve her and help her confidence out with Beth who she could always rely on to talk if she didn’t.

“Want to do an interview with me after the game? YFN wants to know.”

Frida looked over at YFN with a polite hello wave. “It’s going to be with Sam Tierney and Sophie Howard from Leicester. You can absolutely say no if you want.”

“You want me?” She sounded surprised.

“Of course she wants ya, you’re amazin’.” Katie said with a playful grab of her shoulder.

“O…okay. Yeah.” She smiled at YFN which made the Australian feel good for asking.

“Aw, I’ll look after you mate! No need to be nervous!” Beth said loudly, extending an arm around her shoulder.

“So…Beth and Frida,” YFN said to Courtney with a smile. “And then you and Kyra. Is that okay Kyra?”

“Yeah that’s cool.” Kyra said, suddenly quiet.

Courtney’s eyes widened hearing that she’d be interviewed with Kyra. YFN knew it was sneaky of her but it was an opportunity for Courtney to reject the idea before she surprised her with her ex. Not that they were ever public knowledge.

“Okay. I’ll see you after the game.” She said, directed straight at YFN but she knew it was more for Kyra from the tone of it.

Caitlin and YFN shared a sheepish look.

“Come on girls, Jonas is about to kick our asses. Let’s get warmin’ up!” Katie ordered.

“If you see me shouting from the sidelines, it’s because I’m mic’d up!” Leah warned them and received some amused looks in return.

“You’d better not be focusin’ on my ass.” Katie teased.

Caitlin messed up Kyra’s hair. “You’d better be focusing on this one’s debut!”

They all jogged off and Leah turned to YFN.

“Okay boss, where do you want me?”

Jordan and Matt arrived just after 7pm, both with wide grins. Matt because he’d just spent a car ride with Jordan and Jordan because of YFN.

“Dory! Come here!” She took her friend in a hug big enough to lift the footballer off the ground and a few Arsenal fans spotted Jordan and shouted their love for her as she did so.

“I missed you.” She mumbled into Lucy’s hoodie.

“It’s been a day. Needy, hm?”

“I’m always needy.” Jordan grumbled as she put her down.

“I missed you too.” YFN chuckled before turning to Matt. “You look excited, mate.”

He was still grinning ear to ear and nodded.

“I think I tired him out with all the talking, to be fair.”

“I’m glad you two got on for the drive then. Matt, are you okay taking a few of us back to Birmingham tonight? If not, I can ask Ruby…”

“Yes!” He almost shouted and then cleared his throat. “Um, yes, of course. Who..?

“Uh Dory, Katie, Caitlin, Kyra and myself. Oh actually that won’t work… Ruby will have to take some of us anyways… maybe those three and I’ll ask Ruby if she can take Kyra and I.”

“Done.”

“How was the game?”

“Yeah, great. Noel and I got some great footage. A few of the girls were asking about interviews but I said we’d start next week.”

“Next week hopefully… and congrats on Aston Villa’s first win for the season?!”

“Yeah!” Jordan grinned. “I wasn’t on for long but I think I did alright.”

Loud noises from the crowd turned their attention to Leicester running towards goal. The ball was pushed out by Lotte for a corner.

“I’ll go record that.” Matt said as he ran towards the goal up the side of the pitch. Jordan spotted Leah behind the goal then.

“Leah…?”

“You had to have expected her to be here,” YFN teased.

“Well yeah but…is she recording with a phone?”

“I have her mic’d up for some footage. Trying something new out and she’s helping.”

Jordan frowned but her eyes remained on her, mixed emotions in her eyes.

The crowd went wild as Leicester scored from their corner. Jordan swore. The game reset.

“She really wants you to go with her on Friday..”

Jordan’s eyes flicked up to meet hers. “She said that? What else did she say?”

“Nothing you don’t already know… that she wants the best for you, she wants to win you back, and she wants an opportunity to do so.”

Jordan groaned. “I can’t. We rarely went to events together before. Now she wants to show me off to the world like I’m hers when I’m not?”

“I think she just wants a night with you, Jords…”

“Nope. No way. Unless she has another plus one and you come to chaperone us.”

YFN tilted her head. It wasn’t football but… “I could get an invite?”

Jordan spun back around. “You could?”

“My boss can 100% get me a ticket. Now, did you mean it?”

“I mean…” she looked over at Leah. “If you’re going, I will.”

“And is this really what you want?”

Jordan got a little frustrated and pouted, trying to think. She was a bundle of confused emotions and the dreams wouldn’t have helped. YFN put her arm around her and pulled her close.

“What do you think?”

“I think whatever this is, you need to resolve it. The best way to do that is communication. I think you should go. Sooner or later it’s going to be clear to you if you do or don’t want to have her back in your life.”

Leah looked over at the pair, her and Jordan looking at each other. She nodded. “I’ll go.”

“You’re sure?”

“I think I wanted to, I just didn’t want to admit it. Plus, you’ll be there now so it’ll be less awkward.” She grinned up at her.

YFN rolled her eyes and messaged ‘Joe’. Just as she finished the message, Leicester was surging forward, forward, forward, and tucked away their second goal. Two goals in two minutes. A terrible start for Arsenal.

Jordan settled next to YFN, following her and her camera around, watching the game intently. She always wanted the best for Arsenal. They had more of a catch up in between photos that she’d changed to as Matt was now doing the videography. YFN didn’t miss Leah off and on staring across at them just as longingly as she stared at the pitch she missed. Jordan and YFN gradually moved closer to Leah through that first half, though Leah ducked away to the change rooms for half time with her girls.

While it was half time, Ruby, Matt and YFN on worked on their footage while they talked.

“New office tomorrow?!” Matt asked excitedly.

“Oh…no. That’s been delayed until Wednesday. Waiting on approvals. New group are now starting Thursday.”

“You’re not going to Barcelona?” Jordan asked. “Doesn’t Lucy have tomorrow off?”

“You spoke with her?”

“Yeah she messaged me. I assumed you suggested it,” she laughed, “she’s terrible at messaging.”

“Not with me.” YFN winked. “Also that was all her, I promise.”

Jordan rolled her eyes and nudged her almost off her chair. “She misses you.”

“I was there this morning…”

“You miss her too.”

“Dory…” She groaned.

“No.” She said, putting her hand on the camera YFN was playing with which made her look up at her. Ruby and Matt shifted a little nervously as they could do nothing but listen. Jordan looked serious. “Don’t you dare stay here tonight just for me. You barely get any time with her as it is. She’s my friend too, and I like to see her happy. And you happy. And you’re both never as happy as when you’re together.” YFN opened her mouth to argue but Jordan continued. “Let me live vicariously through you. You’ve already done enough, I have Katie and Caitlin and Kyra tonight! They need a bed.”

“You’re kicking me out of our apartment?” YFN laughed.

“Only if you can find a flight.”

She put her camera down and took Jordan into a warm, long hug, mumbling into her. “I love you, Dory. You know that? If we’re both single in five years, I’m going to propose.”

Jordan laughed but they were both emotional. They just wanted the best for each other. “Okay but Blu will be ring-bearer.”

YFN laughed back into her and sat back, wiping tears away that she didn’t even know had formed.

“You’re putting Kyra on the couch?”

“I’ll let her share my bed if she shuts up.”

“She’s only small, she’ll be asleep before you all finish dinner. She tends to tire herself out fast, the little baby.”

“Little baby,” Jordan mimicked adoringly. “Now look for flights. I’ll message Lucy.”

“Or…how about we make it a surprise?”

“I love it! If she thinks you’re robbing her and knocks you out though, that’s not on me.”

She did wonder what Lucy’s reaction would be. She found a flight from Birmingham to Barcelona at 11pm.

“Won’t you need her to unlock the door?”

“I have keys…”

“You two are adorable.”

“I found an 11pm flight from Birmingham…”

“Do you think you’ll make that?!” Ruby asked. “I’m happy to take you…”

“That…sort of works out perfect because then the girls will all fit in Matt’s car. Um…the game finishes at 8:30pm. Interviews until 9pm. Arrive at the airport around 10pm. Cutting it close for international but it’s a late flight and nobody will be there… I think we can make it?” She shrugged and booked the flight anyways. If she didn’t make it, it wasn’t meant to be.

Jordan grinned. “Tell her to thank me when you get there.”

“Honestly, I’m probably going to be passed out from fatigue all day and not even get the chance.”

Her phone buzzed. It was the flight confirmation.

“Are you sure?” She asked Jordan. Sure, she’d already booked the flight, but it was cheap and she didn’t care. She wanted Jordan to be okay.

Jordan grabbed her around the shoulders and smiled. “I promise it’s okay. You’ve really cheered me up today and helped with my Friday night decision. Plus, I have the girls tonight. We both know you’ll just pass out anyways.”

“How dare you…” she laughed as the crowd began cheering loudly as the players re-entered the field. Ruby and Matt got to work. She stood to do the same when her phone buzzed again.

Joe: Done, they sent us through two invitations. Check your emails. Enjoy!

She grinned at the message and then at Jordan.

“What?” She handed her phone over and Jordan took it, an ecstatic look crossing her face. “Yes mate!”

She took her phone back and pocketed it, holding her camera up to take photos of the players as they ran out.

“One condition.”

“Anything.”

She jerked her head towards Leah who was wandering over to the pair. “You tell her.”

Jordan groaned. “Okay but at the end of the night. She can sweat until then.”

YFN chuckled at that.

Starting the second half 2-0 against them meant Arsenal had to push deep. And they did. Arsenal kicked six goals in the second half. Their first came at a hesitation from Courtney which YFN felt terrible for. She was next to Leah when that happened who filmed a mic’d up scream of joy from behind the Leicester goal as the shot went in. Slowly Jordan gravitated towards Leah more during the match, Leah managing to let her come at her own pace. The rest of the match was an absolute riot. Caitlin with an assist and a goal, Katie with an assist, and Kyra with multiple attempts at goal. She was shocked when she saw Courtney take Kyra down in the 83rd minute and wondered just how much of the history between them she didn’t know. The game ended 2-6 Arsenal. A complete second half dominance that had Leah screaming with joy on the sidelines. It turned out to be the perfect day to test the mic’d up segment, as she posted the live updates with video’s Leah had taken of her yelling at the girls running towards goal and screaming, turning the camera around on herself to show her celebrating. It was great content.

Regardless of the outcome, the Leicester players still came over for their interviews. First she had Sam, Sophie, Frida and Beth who actually did get some game time and almost a first goal since she’d come back from her ACL tear. Beth was the loudest, of course, and helped Frida to open up a bit. Frida had some back and forth with the Leicester girls talking about some of the plays including Sam’s goal. Overall, she was happy with the results of the interview, and how much the girls had come out of their shells.

Next was her interview with Courtney and Kyra who seemed equally nervous next to each other. They knew each other well though. YFN waited to sense the overall mood before she allowed herself to go in with some cheeky questions about Courtney’s tackle on Kyra, and Kyra’s debut. Her goal was to get them to start teasing each other, and it worked. At first, they didn’t want to address each other, and after a few comments here and there, it was more them talking and throwing cheeky comments to each other, and YFN could almost sit back and enjoy watching the show. She had to steer it a few times of course, both were young, but the tension between the two was obvious. For the sake of the viewers and their privacy, YFN made sure to make it known to the camera that they were teammates and brought up that they went to school together as justification which started a whole other line of questioning about their start in football.

Only when she was satisfied that she’d helped them break whatever awkwardness they’d previously had, did she end the interview, but not before she told Kyra how proud she was of her on camera for her debut. Courtney gave her a proud shove for that too.

Being Australians, and women, they all hugged their goodbyes, Kyra whispering a thanks into her ear. As they were packing up, she could see them still chatting as Courtney was being called away. She gave Kyra her phone and she typed into it what YFN assumed was her number. Courtney gave an awkward wave, obviously not knowing whether a hug was appropriate, and ran into the change rooms. Kyra turned to YFN with a grin and a little fist pump. It was adorable.

She looked past Kyra to where Leah and Jordan were standing, Jordan telling her she’d go on Friday. Leah’s expression flashed excitement before she contained it, and then it went a little shy as she pretended to be calm about it. They didn’t speak for long, just enough for Jordan to agree before she wandered off with Leah’s eyes following her longingly. She watched for a while until she met YFN’s eye and blushed, having been caught. She mouthed a ‘thank you’ to which she gave a smile in return.

“We really need to go.” Ruby stressed. She looked at the time and groaned. She only had time for quick goodbyes with everyone and a threat to Katie and Caitlin to not have sex in her bed. Katie seemed to enjoy the idea of the threat, to be honest, and that terrified her.

She rushed through security as quickly as possible and was the last person to board the flight, sweating and grateful she’d made it, though cursing herself for having to stay longer just to make sure Kyra and Courtney were good. As with her morning flight, she passed out immediately and wished she had a chance for a shower before seeing Lucy. Instead of a shower, she tidied herself up in the bathroom at the Barcelona airport when she touched down, changing her clothes and washing away the day. She brushed her teeth and did her nightly makeup routine, ignoring some funny looks. She sure as hell wasn’t going to let her skin suffer more than it already was with the change in weather between the UK and Spain.

Her Uber dropped her off at just before 3am and for some reason she was nervous, jiggling the keys Lucy had given her in her hands and playing with the little flags. At the front door she took a deep breath in and unlocked the door, entering as quietly as possible so as to not wake Lucy or Narla. She kicked off her shoes and left her suitcase in the entrance, not wanting to risk the wheels waking them. The smell as she walked into the house was home. Vanilla and bitter orange, and whatever the hell Lucy had been cooking for dinner. She swore she could even smell the big breakfast they’d had that morning. She looked at the trophy Lucy still had out and smiled, putting her phone on charge next to it before tip-toeing her way into the bedroom.

Lucy was quite literally dead asleep. She was on her back facing YFN’s side of the bed, one hand touching the pillow YFN had been sleeping on the night before. She was beautiful. She loved seeing her so vulnerable and herself. Her dark hair was spread out over the pillow, another thing she loved. Lucy with her hair down. She clicked the door closed quietly and snuck around to her side of the bed, avoiding Lucy’s collection of shoes around the bed. She carefully laid down and when she touched Lucy’s hand to move it, she jerked awake, her head rising and her eyes opening.

“It’s just me.” She whispered and put a hand to her cheek, coming closer so Lucy could see her better without her glasses.

“What? What?” She was dazed and confused, her body tense.

“Shhh. Shhhh.” She comforted and cuddled up to her, her head finding Lucy’s collarbone. “It’s okay, it’s just me. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“Little one?” She asked, unbelieving. “You…you’re here.”

Her arms wrapped around YFN tighter than they ever had before, holding her close to her body, her own body softening into her. “Is everything okay?!”

“Everything’s fine, Luce. I have the next two days off. I’m all yours.”

Lucy groaned happily and kissed her wherever she could reach.

“Sleep now, Luce.”

“You’re home,” she whispered huskily with emotion, her voice already fading.

“I’m home.”

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