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let me get what i want - part 2

A/N: {i made you guys wait MONTHS for this and i'm still getting comments about a part two so here u go xox}

18+ minors dni

rating/tags: explicit, smut, soft smut, gentledomfem!reader, sub!snape, snapes first time, praise, lil bit of aftercare shown, insecurity, lil angst, sev is touch starved af

song: please, please, please let me get what i want by the smiths

PART ONE

MASTERLIST

It had been weeks since Severus... Indulged.

In those weeks, he couldn't bear to even spare the Herbology professor a passing glance. Not in the hallways between classes, not at the professors table. Nowhere in the Castle or hell, nowhere on God's green Earth, would Severus look that woman in the eye ever again.

He pretended not to notice the way she'd begun to look at him with concern, or even worse, with disapointment, as the weeks progressed. But hidden deep down, he knew she was confused and hurt by his sudden change in behaviour.

But why wouldn't she be hurt? They had gone from conversing nearly every single day, something Severus had done with no one, to not talking at all. Not only that but he had even been brushing her off, blatantly ignoring her. She used to bring him small gifts, offerings almost; and he would invite her into his office under the guise of strictly professional meetings. Brew her tea out of politeness, surely nothing more. But lately, he had been sending her away at the door. Closing it in her face. Shutting her out.

But the truth was, he just couldn't look at her.

Severus spent that night the same he had for the past several weeks, alone in his office, buried in papers, trying desperetly to ignore the storm of feelings brewing inside him.

However, a knock sounded at the door.

Peeking through his long, black hair with repressed hope, he spoke: "Enter."

When she entered, Severus didn't know whether to feel relieved or annoyed.

There she was, in that damnable shade of yellow that for reasons unknown to him had begun to plague his dreams. Standing almost nervously, she closed the door behind her and stepped only a few feet forward into his office.

"Good evening, Severus." The way she spoke was soft, timid but somehow assured at the same time.

Severus gaze dropped back down to his papers, as if he could even focus on them with her standing right there.

"How can I help you, Professor." He spoke, voice cold.

The silence that followed was defeaning. Only the gentle bubbling from various cauldrons across the office filled the room.

"I came to apologize."

It was then that Severus looked at her, really looked at her. She was fidgeting with her fingers, holding them in front of that yellow dress, looking at him with a truly apologetic expression. Her eyes, which he had grown so accustomed to looking up at him brightly, now looked tired and sad, staring across at him from the stiff room.

Severus stared at her for a minute, as if commiting every detail of her face to memory as remedy for what had occured.

She took that as her cue to speak, "Severus. I think I upset you, a few weeks ago. I was trying to be kind.. And when I called you a friend, I meant it-"

Severus looked away. She stepped closer.

"But I didn't mean to upset you. And Severus, frankly, I don't regret it. I do consider you my-"

"Stop," Severus murmered, his gaze cast on the papers in front of him.

"Friend. You are my friend. And I'm sorry that upsets you for some reason. I'm sorry the idea of being friends with me is so horrible that you can't find it in yourself to speak to me for weeks-"

"Stop." Severus murmered, a little firmer this time, his gaze remaining unmoved.

"No you shut up and listen." She snapped.

And shut the fuck up he did.

Severus head snapped up, staring at her in plain disbelief. She raised her voice. Actually raised her voice.

Why isn't he furious? Why isn't he yelling back? Why are his pants tig-

She stepped forward, the look on her face both pained and frustrated. "Severus. You are my friend. You might very well be my best friend. And I know that you might not even like me very much, but I happen to like you. So why can't you just tell me what about me is so intolerable that you push me away so hard after I call you a friend?" She spoke, her voice lower now, but still firm.

Severus hesitated, opened his mouth, closed it again.

What could he say?

But she only continued to look at him with that expectant expression on her face. She wanted an explanation he couldn't give her. But he was backed into a corner, for the first time in years, no control in his hands. No power. Just... her.

He swallowed, spoke lowly: "You are not intolerable..."

She blinked, now even more confused.

He sighed, reluctantly realising he must elaborate, "Only you are."

When he met her gaze again, he watched as her expression shifted, changing from confused to... understanding?

She blinked, stepped forward again, closer to the desk where he sat. Her eyes widened, lips parted, then closed again.

And then she said possibly the worst thing she could have: "You're frightened."

Severus clenched his jaw, stood up from his chair at once, now towering over her.

Control. He needed control. "I am not a coward."

Something shifted in her again, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she stepped forward, now directly in front of the desk across from him. For a moment, Severus considered backing up, then immediately scolded himself.

She whispered: "You aren't?"

Severus clenched his jaw, straightening his back. "You know I am not."

Her head cocked as she rounded the table, walking closer to him. Without even comprehending it, he slowly began moving back, the action unknown to him until the back of his head hit the wall.

She looked up at him, smirking almost, only inches away from him now. Like a predator toying with its meal, she gazed at him with wicked amusement.

"Severus," she started, almost teasingly.

His breath hitched.

"Severus, did I ever tell you, how proud I am of you for that that Polyjuice potion you brewed a few weeks ago?

His stomach flipped, cheeks flushing crimson without his permission. Severus opened his mouth, but she spoke again.

"That must have been... truly difficult. Really. I heard those potions take weeks. But you did, so well. In fact, no one can do it as good as you can." The smirk on her face was growing now as she stepped impossibly closer.

Breathe. He couldn't. Breathe.

How. Do. I. Breathe.

He didn't realise he was practically panting until he felt his own breath against her lips. She looked up at him, having to crane her neck to do so. "Is that it, Severus?" She whispered. "Is it my friendship that scares you so much? Or is it my praise?

He stopped breathing.

Her lips grazed his, whispered: "Or is it my touch?

At the same time, her fingertips began to trail up his arm, her touch feather light. At this, Severus found his breath, gasping slightly, looking down at her with his mask completely fallen. For the first time in his life, Severus allowed himself to be completely powerless at the hands of another. While others had controlled his entire life, Dumbledore, Voldemort, this was different. This was... welcome.

He allowed her to put her hands on his chest. He allowed her to back her up against the wall even further. He allowed her to crash her lips against his own.

The sound that came from his lips as they met hers was practically a whimper. He felt his face flush and the growing smirk on her own lips as they continued their kiss.

Her movements, the way her fingers tangled in his hair, the way she bit and flicked her tongue against his. She was as hungry as he was. Starved.

Panting, she pulled away and looked up at the mess he had become. His pale skin flushed, hair a mess, chest rising and falling rapidly as his lips parted, searching and failing to find the words.

She whispered, finding them for him. "Do you want this, Severus."

He stuttered, "t-this?"

Her lips grazed his neck and his legs buckled. "Me. Severus do you want me?"

She pulled back then, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitance or reject. Instead, she found only desire and the fear of it. The understanding that the fear, the cowardice, he'd exhibited had only been derived out of desire.

Severus nodded, murmered, surprising himself with how steady his voice sounded "I do."

She smiled softly, hummed as if the answer had pleased her greatly. "Sit," She murmered against his ear.

Severus found himself obeying quicker than he'd like to admit. His hands found the seat of his arm chair as he sat down, using all his strength not to shake as he did so.

She stood directly in front of him, her long fingers working at the buttons of her yellow dress, un-doing them.

He swallowed.

"Severus Snape," She murmered, continuing with her buttons, "Potions master. Veteran of the first Wizarding War. Looked straight into the eyes of Voldemort and lied to him. And who am I?" She paused with her buttons, looking up at him, "The newest Herbology professor? Half your age? A foot shorter than you? Do I frighten you, Professor."

His breath hitched as she slid the dress off, standing before him in only her undergarments, a black bra and panties. It shocked him, the image of both her near naked body and the colour of her underwear. Of what was really hiding underneath that insufferable colour of yellow. Even in those fantasies, the ones with his hands deep in his trousers, even then he didn't come close to picturing... this.

Her fingers reached back, unclasped the bra and it fell to the floor at his feet. His eyes wide, glued in place, he couldn't look away if the Dark Lord himself cast the imperiatus curse.

"Professor," She murmered, "Do I frighten you."

"Yes," The words fell from his lips in a shaky breath.

She fell to her knees, looking up at him with her hands on his thighs.

"But you're being so brave, Severus. Aren't you?" She murmered, placing a small kiss on his knee.

He gasped, nearly jolted, hands gripping the armrest so tight his knuckled turned white.

I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. I'm hallucinating. Maybe I'm dead. Maybe I actually died and this is heaven and at some great mistake I'm here instead of down-

There.

She kissed up his thigh, relising in each gasp as she did.

Severus panted, looked down at her as her hands found the buckle of his belt.

"W-wait," he said suddenly, voice shaky.

She stopped her movements immediately, looking up at him.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "If you.. do that... I won't... I can't.."

She spoke softly, "You won't last?"

He swallowed what remained of his pride, met her dark gaze. "Yes."

He expected her to laugh, or maybe to be annoyed, frustrated. Instead she nodded, still holding that soft look on her face as she stood again, looking down at him in the chair.

"I'll last long enough for the both of us then." She said softly, dipping her fingers into her panties and pullling them down to her ankles, kicking them to the side.

Severus could have died right then and there. His eyes widened, jaw weak, as he looked at her, fully naked before him.

Softly, she spoke again, "Have you ever touched a woman?"

He swallowed, shook his head.

"Would you like to?"

He nodded.

She took his hands then, saying nothing of the slight tremor of them and placed them gently on her hips. Whispered, "There... Just like that. That's it."

His breath hitched. She was so much, softer, warmer, than he'd imagined. Even through the callosus on his fingers, he could feel how soft she was. Like a balm on aching skin..

He looked up at her, suddenly very aware his hands were on her and unmoving, yet unsure of what to do.

Her smile was gentle. "There you go. Touch whereever you'd like Severus."

Severus eyes raked over her naked body, commiting it to memory in case he really were about to wake up. He'd dreamt of this how many times, been tortured by the idea of it. But with his hands, physically, on her.... He wanted to touch everywhere.

He began to move them, hesitantly, gentle touching her as though she might break under the weight of his fingertips. When his hands found her breasts, her lips parted, his own breath hitching as though he was recieving her pleasure.

She watched, gaze soft, as he began to hesitantly caress and feel her. When his thumb traced over her nipple she sighed softly, causing Severus's breath to immediately hitch.

His gaze alternating between her breasts and her face, Severus allowed his hands to move on their own accord, trailing down her rib cage. His fingers ghosted over each bone, patiently tracing each bone. They continued, moving down her stomach, past her navel, to her hips.

"Do you want my help?" In any other scenario Severus would have scoffed, maybe even snapped. An offensive, degrading question.

But the word that fell from his lips was "Yes."

So she did. Gently, she took his right hand and guided it between her legs.

Severus gasped softly, staring at his hand where it met her, unmoving.

"Explore, Severus," She murmered, "It's alright."

He swallowed, allowing his fingers to tentatively brush against her wet folds.

She's so.. Warm.

He racked his brain, trying desperately to remember his school days. He'd been tortured nightly by hearing all about Lucius conquests, late at night in the dorms. He tried to remember what he'd said.. How he'd pleasured them..

I never thought I'd wish I'd paid more attention to Lucius sex tales.

He remembered one thing though. Trailing up his middle finger, he carefully pressed it against the apex of her core, at the very top. She gasped, and his head snapped up to her face.

"Are you hurt?" He whispered, stomach dropping.

She smiled, laughed breathlessly. "No, Severus. That felt good."

Oh.

He looked back down at her, carefully, unsurely, began to move his middle finger in soft circles on her clit.

She gasped, gripped her shoulder, balencing herself on him and he nearly bit back a moan.

She was gasping for him. Moaning for him. He was bringing her pleasure, he was-

"So good..." She moaned, tilting her head back, "Fuck Severus... That feels so good..."

He exhaled shakily, picking up the pace just a little bit and watching her reaction as her hips bucked slightly forward. With that, he pressed his finger a little harder.

The sound that left her lips couldn't have been compared to any of his dreams.

She moaned, panting, grinding slightly against his hand while he worked her until she suddenly stopped and looked down at him, flushed.

"Switch places with me." She said.

Severus began to move before he asked why. Kneeling down before her now as she sat in the chair, he looked up, finding his face eye level with her dripping cunt.

"Do you want to taste me?" She whispered, reaching down to trail one of her hands through his black strands of hair.

He could have came right then and there but he closed his eyes, steadying himself until he felt ready enough to look up at her, at which point he nodded.

He pushed her legs gently to the side as if frightened he might hurt her. Inching forward, he looked up at her.

"Kiss up my thighs first," she whispered, "tease me a little."

Severus obeyed, leaving gentle, soft kisses on her inner thigh. Fuck. It was the first time he'd ever kissed a womans body. And he was on his knees. His bloody knees. In his office. For a woman half his age.

Still, he kissed gently, sucking softly and licking up her thigh. He wasn't exactly sure where this sudden knowledge or confidence was coming from. It was as though he was running on autopilot, straight instinct.

He stopped just in front of it, looked up at her through his eyelashes and found she was breathing just as heavily as he was. She nodded.

With that, Severus gave a small lick, breath hitching as she gasped and gripped the armrests beside his head. Again. A small lick.

The groan that left his throat surprised even him.

She tasted... Addictive.

Something inside him snapped and he attatched himself to her, licking and sucking messily at her. He wasn't sure what he was doing, other than to focus on that same particular spot from before that seemed to make her gasp, and that certainly seemed to do the trick.

She arched her back, gasping as her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Severus," She moaned. It took all of his will to focus, continuing to eat her out feverishly despite the painful strain in his trousers. He wanted to reach down and palm himself right there, but stopped out of fear of this finishing too early.

He flicked his tongue across that spot again. Her back arched. Again, she moaned his name.

Again. Again. Again.

Studying her responses, her gasps, her body like he was studying for the most important exam of his life. He panted against her, his grip on her thighs tightening as he continued flicking his tongue in that way.

She tossed her head back in pleasure and Severus watched every moment of it as she squirmed and panted. Her face contorted in bliss, she panted out his name.

"Severus fuck... That feels so fucking good..."

He moaned, dipped his tongue into her entrance and moaned as she did.

"Yes.." She panted, "You're doing so well... Just like that.. Fuck you make me feel so good."

Severus felt dizzy as he began flicking his tongue again, alternating between long and small strokes, trying to best decipher which she liked the best.

When he found her body jerking more at the quick, rough licks, he licked his way back up to that particular spot and began doing so in quick, rapid succession.

A moan tore from her lips, the loudest one yet as she gripped his hair. Severus whimpered, latching onto her, sucking and flicking his tongue across her desperately.

Her thighs began to shake around his head, her breath coming in quick pants.

Was she...

"Close," She moaned. "Fuck Severus, you're going to make me cum."

He moaned, nodded against her, continued with even more urgency.

He needed it. Needed to make her feel good, for her to cum. For her to cum on his tongue. Needed to taste it. How her release felt when it was him who was drawing it out of her. He needed the satisfaction, the pride.

He gripped her thighs a little tighter, hummed.

She gripped a fistful of his hair even tighter as she grinded against his face, desperately chasing her release.

"Severus fuck.... Like that, like that... Don't stop.."

He would never stop. He could stay here like this all day if she wanted him to. If she kept saying those words to him, kept making those sounds.

She whimpered and shook, and Severus didn't need to know much about sex to know she was cumming. He continued lapping at her until she was done shaking and whimpering, until her breath began to come out in slower pants. Only then did he pull away, chin and lips glistening as he looked up at her with clouded eyes.

She panted, catching her breath and released his hair from her grip.

"Fuck.." She gasped. "Fast learner."

He smirked ever so slightly, almost pridefully, his grip lessening on her thighs as he absent mindedly tracing small circles over her hips and thighs.

"That was," he started, "you're... you're beautiful."

She smiled, still panting, as she tiled his chin up to look at her as she stood.

"Get in the chair." She murmered.

And once again, Severus found himself complying.

When he was in the seat, his hands found the armests as she stood between his legs. Her hands made quick work of his zipper, undoing it and pulling his pants down only slightly.

Severus's breath hitched. Suddenly self concious of everything. He didn't expect this... What if she didn't like the look of him? What if she was disgusted? Worse, what if she laughed?

He watched, frozen, as the corners of her lips didn't turn up into a smirk as she pulled him out. Instead, her tongue darted across her lips, exhaling heavily as she held him in her hand.

"You're beautiful," She murmered.

Severus felt dizzy. Her hand, she was touching him. Touching him. There. Calling him beautiful. There was no malice in her voice, no surpressed laughter, no mocking tone. Only honesty... And need.

He looked up at her, almost vulnerably, his breath coming in quick pants as she stroked him. Her hand was smaller than his, softer, warmer. If she kept up with this... he wouldn't last.

As if she knew, she straddled him, hips hovering just above his. With a gentle hum, she tucked his sweaty hair behind his ear. "Do you want this?" She whispered.

Severus could have said no. He could have shook his head and he sensed she would respect it. But he also knew he couldn't... Wouldn't forgive himself he denied himself any more pleasure. Especially from her.

With a shaky breath, he whispered: "Please."

A soft smile and a gentle kiss on his forehead, she sunk down slowly on him.

The gasp that flew from Severus's mouth shocked them both. His hands flew to her waist, holding her in place when she had sunk down on his entire length.

Holy. Shit.

She was warm. And wet. And tight. And beautiful.

He was breathing even heavier now, his fingers digging into her hips as he maintained eye contact. For once, when he looked at her, for the first time in weeks, he let his guard fully down. Perhaps that was the first time he'd done that in his life, allowed someone to truly look into his eyes and find some truth behind them.

She held his gaze gently, as though she were holding something delicate, sacred. "Severus," She whispered, "It's okay. You're okay."

That seemed to break something in him, he swallowed, nearly whimpered. "Please..." He whispered.

She didn't make him say anything more. She knew what he needed. Her hips began to move, gently, slowly at first; rising up and down in slow, fluid motions.

Severus's legs shook, his breath hitched.

Merlin. He could die now and be perfectly happy.

Then, she moaned softly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her face in his neck, planting soft, gentle kisses as she continued to ride him.

It was too much. Her kissing, her moans... The feel of her hands in his hair and rubbing his back... The feel of her tightening around him.

He panted, his own hands gripping impossibly tighter on her hips as she began to move faster, bucking her hips against his.

The moan that flew from his mouth was obscene. Loud, deep. He moaned her first name, saying it out loud for the first time with a desperate edge to it he was too far gone to be embarassed about.

It only seemed to spur her on. Moving faster now, she bounced on him, kissing his neck, whispering in his ear. "Fuck Severus, you're so big," She murmered, "Feels so good."

He panted, eyes squeezed shut. Any sembelence, any last ounce of control fled him as he allowed his eyes to flutter shut, his head leaning back against the chair as she rode with a fierce intensity.

"You're so handsome like this Severus... All needy for me," She whispered, her breath hot against his neck as she panted.

His hips jerked, rising impatiently to meet hers as shame completely abandoned him. "Pl-please... I.. I can't.."

She hummed against him, not slowing down. "I know baby. Do I feel good?"

The nickname alone could have made him cum. He nodded desperately, his hands shaking against her hips, head thrown back in shamless pleasure. "T-too good... I.."

"Shhh," She murmered, grinding against him even faster, "I've got you baby. Let go for me."

If he was thinking clearly, he might have considered pulling out. Or in the very least asking where he should cum. But in that moment, sweaty and dazed, her naked body on top of him, riding and praising him.. His mind only echoed her name.

Shaking, he tilted his head foreward, resting it against her shoulder as if he needed the support. The tightening in his lower abdomen grew and with small, quick whimpers, he came into her, his hips jerking and stuttering.

She hummed, panting as she slowed down, kissing up his neck to his cheek.

For what felt like an eternity, Severus stayed completely still, leaned against her, catching his breath. He felt as though he were floating. Half out of his body, half in it. As though he were in a dream. No potion could brew this. No spell could conjure it. Only her.

She kissed his cheek one last time before rising off him. He hissed in sensitivity as she slowly got off, tucked him gently into his boxers, leaving his pants unzipped.

Severus panted. The absence of her touch seemed to jolt him from the daze and he suddenly became very aware of what they had done, what he had allowed himself to do.

He couldn't bring himself to look at her.

"I'm sorry," He panted, the words sounding weak, "I'm sorry-"

He wanted to continue, but she tilted his chin up and forced his gaze back on her. On her face there was no disgust. No regret. Only a gentle expression he couldn't quite place.

And then she kissed him.

It wasn't like earlier. Not a hungry, passionate, needy kiss. It was soft, gentle, careful. Her lips grazed his delicately before she pulled back and met his widened eyes.

"That was incredible," She whispered.

His stomach flipped again but he remained still.

She straddled him again, though once again in a completely different nature. Her weight resting gently on him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

Severus blinked. Blinked again. He didn't realise he was crying until he felt the tears against her hair as she hugged him.

For awhile, they sat there in silence. She rubbed his back, rubbing in small circles and playing with his hair. She kissed his cheek and assured him that she enjoyed it, asking him if he did as well.

He did. He so did. And he didn't fully understand why he was so overwhelmed, so emotional. But so much was happening all at once. He'd had sex for the first time with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, pleasure, lust.... love.... These feelings were foreign to him. Believed for so long to be out of his reach.

And all of a sudden they were all in his hands.

They stayed like that for awhile. Her hands gently massaging as she whispered assurances in his ear. When she finally pulled back, she looked at his glossy eyes and smiled softly.

"Can you stop avoiding me now, please?" She said, smirking.

He exhaled shakily, nodded. For a moment he looked at her and then felt a small smile tugging against the corner of his lips. He allowed it.

"I will.. Try." He spoke at last.

She kissed his forehead again, whispered against it. "Thank you."

Severus sighed again, melted in to her touch and her whispers. For once... Maybe he could allow himself the liberty of pleasure. Maybe he could get used to the feeling of her. He wasn't sure that after tonight he could ever go back to an existence without her touch. If he had gone his life without it, perhaps he could've. But to have had it and to lose it again...

"Stay," Severus whispered. "Please."

The look in her eyes when he met her gaze was soft. She nodded, trailing her fingers up and down his arms as she spoke, "I'm staying."

gang im gonna be completely honest i wrote this at about 1 am, high as a kite after watching deathly hollows pt 2 and crying at snapes death. i barely edited this thing. so if it sucks im sorry but everyone in my inbox is begging for sub snape and i am a listener LOL.

anyways. i missed u. have sub snape being a mess for a pretty lady. me too.

cheerio

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dreamsofbroflovski · 4 months ago

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Hii!! I love your work sm, and you write so well. I was wondering if you could write something for Kyle 🙏🙏 Something smutty if possible 🤭 I'm not too picky, and I don't have anything specific in mind. It's totally fine if you can't, though!! Have an amazing day/night, take care of yourself, and I hope you're doing well <3

i see my giant thought transmission antenna i have in my roof is working properly. are we all just using 'shitter' alongside cartman and alec baldwin huh

because i was literally already writing for Kyle when i got this request sjkdkjsdkjsdkjsdikj so indeed i COULD write for him

i've been doing well. classes have started again (which means nowadays between 1 to 4 PST is prime 'yapping on phone' time because some of those classes can get pretty boring). it's been a little hard for me physically due to the disability but i'm glad to be doing something.

anyways, here it is! i'm aware it's a bit different from what i usually write, but i hope it's fire enough anyway. hope y'all have a great day/night too!

Kyle Broflovski x Reader - vodka, peach snapps, orange & cranberry juice

Also available on ao3!

Summary: Kyle Broflovski hated the beach. The sun, the sand, the sea, the people, nothing about it appealed to him. So, when you take him on a trip to one, he's not amused at all.

There might be something in there for the both of you, though, when he decides to remind you what happens when you upset him.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content (everyone involved is above the age of consent), Smut, Established Relationship, Public Sex, Beach Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Prone Bone position, Doggy Style, Possessive Behavior, Angry Sex, Arguing, Kyle just being an asshole

A/N: okay so! if anyone is confused about beach vibes in march, i'm in the southern hemisphere and it's hot AF in here because it's still summer. so i figured i might as well drag my favourite guy to suffer through the heat with me, as a final goodbye to bright sunny days and this table fan i have turned on 24/7 in front of the computer

kyle is such an asshole in this one it was hard to write the argument. i might just put him on a sex ban and focus on other characters for a bit (oh who am i kidding i love this ginger if he appears to me on a vision i'm definitely running right back to him)

it's a bit different from my usual work, but i hope you guys like it!

“Do we really have to do this?”

Because of course those had to be the first words that left your boyfriend’s mouth as soon as he settled on the driver’s seat beside you, the door not even fully closed before he voiced his complaint, like a child that reeeeeally doesn’t wanna go to the doctor instead of a grown-ass man on vacation.

You and Kyle had decided to go on a road trip to the beach during the first weeks of autumn. It wasn’t exactly prime vacation time - but it was when you two managed to get away from your jobs simultaneously to go on this trip, the rental places were cheaper, and global warming was slowly making sure all seasons felt like summer anyway, which meant it was still decently hot and proper beach temperature.

Unfortunately, another thing that had been scorching ever since you arrived at the place was Kyle’s temper. The reluctant way with which he accepted your trip idea - not that he had much of a choice, since he was the one who chose the last place you went to, and fair’s fair - should’ve been a warning sign, but careful negative comments and and sure, whatevers shifted into outright complaints upon arrival, and even though it was only your first day around, he already didn’t seem keen on anything that involved leaving the Airbnb.

“Kyle, we hardly even got here,” you responded while you both buckled in your seatbelts, “Of course we gotta see the sea!”

In spite of his complaints, he still started the car, continuing to talk while looking over his shoulder as he pulled out of the driveway of the rental. “We have a pool at the house. You could swim there! Clean water, no people…”

“It’s not just the swimming, baby, it’s the vibes! Sunny days like these practically beg for the beach!”

“Or we could’ve gone camping instead,” the mere mention of the concept seemed to bring a happier intonation to Kyle’s voice, but it got snuffed out quickly once he realized it was not the reality he was living in. “The weather’s also great for that right now!”

“We went camping a few months ago,” you reminded him, conveniently forgetting to add that the concept of a forest and insects and sleeping in a tent did not appeal to you at all in this hot weather. “It’s good to have variety.”

His response to that was a nonsensical grumble about the concept of ‘variety’, possibly to give himself some time to pick apart your argument in his mind, his eyes squinting both from anger and from trying to make out the road with the sun shining on the windshield.

“I really don’t understand what it is that people like so much about the beach.” Well, that wasn’t exactly a direct counter to the case you were making, but if those were the straws his mind was giving for him to grasp at in this fight, then by God was he going to do so. “I mean, what is there to like?”

Ugh, the way he placed that question. Like something he was legitimately intrigued by, expecting an honest train of thought to understand - but years of knowing Kyle, both as friend and lover, taught you to recognize the traps he laid when he had a point to prove; whatever answer you gave, no matter how elaborate and efficient, or even if you decided to stay completely silent, it would be picked apart and analyzed in a way that particularly fit the concept he already had created in his mind. It was smart, and absolutely worked, but being on the receiving end of it had to be one of the most annoying things in creation.

Yet you just had to, this time. Knowing what was coming your way, you walked right into it, armed only with outstanding patience and love for him. “It’s relaxing,” you responded with a small shrug, “Come on, Kyle. Can’t you imagine it? Laying down in the sand, listening to the waves, warming up under the sun…”

Just as you trailed off in your genuine explanation, painting a picture of it in your mind’s eye, he laughed sarcastically. “Relaxing!” He shook his head to himself, “What’s relaxing about getting sand stuck everywhere and swimming in dirty, disgusting-ass water? Do you know just what goes in the sea every single day? It’s all bacteria, sewage, oil and dead stuff at the bottom. And people pee in there all the time.”

Wow, way to throw a bucket of cold water in your daydreams. “Eeh… People don’t usually think about that, no.”

“Of course they’d rather not.” He scoffed. “Because if they did, then nobody would go to the beach, and all those overpriced houses would lose value.”

“It’s a pretty environment,” you pointed out, “Just seeing things feels nice too, you know.”

“Ah yeah, because nothing screams beauty like dozens of half-naked people breaded in sand and salt water hanging out in the sun.”

“Some people are into that,” you shrugged, “You could chill out a bit too.”

“And this thing!” Completely ignoring what you said and continuing his tirade, he gestured with his right hand encompassing your whole body. “Where did you buy something like this? The sex shop?”

Now it felt like you were getting to the root of the problem Kyle had. It had come up once or twice back at the house - actually, it surprised you that he hadn’t picked a bigger fight about it earlier; you liked to think that it was because he was too smitten to talk. But, now that you were actually wearing it to go out, it was like the situation clicked in his brain. “It’s not that small.” You looked down at the bikini you were wearing. It was new, and surely it might be smaller than what the conservative hicks back at your hometown were accustomed to, but it wasn’t by any means an affront to modesty. It covered everything that needed covering and kept in place what needed keeping, not to mention it was absolutely cute.

However, it was clear that all meant very little to your boyfriend. “You’re wearing basically nothing!” He insisted, making some more grandiose gestures with his arm towards nothing, maneuvering the steering wheel with only his left hand. If he wasn’t raging, that move would’ve been absolutely sexy. “You had a great swimsuit before! What happened to that?”

“I’m not wearing a one-piece to tan, Kyle! The markings are not gonna look good!”

Bzzzt. Wrong answer. “What markings? Look good to WHO?”

This was one of those times where your boyfriend’s lifelong experience with road rage served him well. Because if anyone else was in his position, visibly fuming like he was, the car most certainly would’ve swerved. “To myself! And you’re gonna like them too, Kyle, you’ll see.”

“I already like how you look!”

“Then you’re gonna like me after that too! And also, it’s healthy.”

He shook his head, putting his other hand back on the wheel. “I just hope you know what you’re doing. People get skin cancer doing that sort of thing, you know.” He shuddered and his knuckles turned white as he held a firmer grip, as if terrified by this scenario his own paranoid mind created.

This time, the buzzer rang for his words instead. Frowning, you put one hand on his shoulder - not as a way to comfort him, but to grab his attention in the manner of a warning. “Don’t even joke about that.”

That more serious tone you used seemed to have gotten to him, a slight frown forming as he actually considered the words that left his mouth possibly without thinking. “Look, I’m sorry. But I’m not joking! It happens!”

Your fingers dug more onto his skin, as if physically giving emphasis to what you were saying. “A few days of tanning isn’t gonna do that to me!”

“Well, maybe we should avoid it just in case,” he shrugged lightly, “You know, go back home. Chill there.”

A deep, prolonged huff left your throat, as if you were physically exhausted. This was becoming ridiculous, and you were sure it wouldn’t get better if you kept feeding into it. So you decided to deploy the secret weapon - the one thing that was sure to stop this argument with your boyfriend, to get him right where it hurt.

“You’re acting like your cousin, Kyle.”

Quiet as a church mouse the rest of the way there.

However, in spite of the graveyard-like silence that held him back from voicing complaints, as soon as the both of you got out of the car, it clearly took everything in Kyle’s power not to push you right back inside and drive far away from anything beach-related. Whether you were aware of it or not, your body looked fantastic in your new bikini; with every step you took, men were turning their heads to you like sunflowers to the brightest star - with your very infuriated boyfriend right on your heel shooting them all glares that could also burn just as much as it did.

After not much deliberation and with very quick steps - because Kyle was absolutely frantic and scrambling to settle down before anyone else could get their eyes on you -, you both found an empty spot near some tall rock formations, with not many people around since it didn’t provide much of a decent access to the sea.

“I’m not gonna get any sun in here, baby,” you complained as you pointed to the rocks, which made the sand beneath your feet much more pleasant to stand on with the shadow they cast.

“Well, you’ll just have to make do,” he retorted gruffly, already in the middle of opening his beach chair and setting it on the ground with a bit too much force compared to what was required to do so.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to just let him have this. There was still a decent spot with sun for you to lay on, which was where you put down your beach towel, and hopefully chilling out alone and listening to the ocean might mellow Kyle’s temper enough for him to agree to move to the more open areas later on.

With all your belongings properly placed - a task made more time-consuming than necessary due to Kyle meticulously calculating the positioning of the beach umbrella so it would constantly create the biggest amount of shade from any position of the sun -, you both were free to finally enjoy, or morosely partake in, your bright afternoon out. And you came to find that even your boyfriend’s little fit had done little to dampen your spirits; by the time you were sat, relatively protected of the oh-so-annoying sand by the fabric of your towel, the sour moods had been all but washed away, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment. Even the man seemed less grumpy, seated in his chair with a bottle of ice-cold water at his side and a nice huge book in his lap, sheltered from the UV radiation by the trusty colorful umbrella.

In preparation for your sunbathing time, you took the bottle of sunscreen and spread it around the parts of your body that you were able to reach - arms, chest, legs and face, all properly covered, but still in a way that your skin could still tan. That left just your back without any protection. “Kyle…” Turning your face to him, you called out in a higher-pitched tone, one that you’d used with him quite a few times in the course of your relationship and that by now he had also learned to associate with trouble.

It took him a few seconds to acknowledge your voice and lift his own face up, almost as if he was expecting you to give up or for there to be another person with his name to take the problem for themselves. “Need anything?” He eventually asked, one eyebrow arched above the upper line of the reading glasses perched on his nose.

You lifted the bottle of sunscreen and shook it to draw his line of sight. “Can’t reach my back,” you responded using that same cutesy pleading voice, laying on your stomach while still keeping your eyes on him. “Help me here? Pleeeease?”

For a moment, you could almost see a tiny angel and devil in Kyle’s shoulders battling against each other - his ever-present proclivity to be a good boyfriend and help you out with whatever you needed versus the current desire he had to tell you to eat shit and let you burn yourself under the relentless rays while he chilled in the shade. Luckily for you, the angel did eventually win - whether by legitimate concern or by a lingering awareness that he was still willing to get laid that night, after all - and with a tired sigh, he let go of his book, took off his glasses and got up from his seat, grabbing your sunscreen and settling behind you, knees on the sand on the sides of each of your legs.

Hearing the tiny sound of the bottle cap opening, you closed your eyes, letting yourself relax while your boyfriend did his thing. Even though it was expected, never could you truly be prepared for the full-body shudder that coursed through you when the cold sunscreen hit your already sun-warmed back; but your boyfriend’s hands were already on the case, spreading the liquid into a shiny thin layer on your skin. A gentle pressure accompanied his slow movements, almost like a massage, an image enhanced by the small circles Kyle drew with his thumbs as his palms drifted around. Unnecessary to the work he was doing, but very much appreciated.

During a minute or two, that was all there was to it - Kyle silently rubbing around the sunscreen on your skin with determined concentration while you nearly dozed off, your arms crossed under your head for a makeshift pillow, crashing waves and faraway chirping birds providing a relaxing background noise that seemed straight from one of those ‘Meditation Music’ videos on Youtube. What prevented you from getting completely distracted was the steady increase in pressure you noticed as his hands made their way to the lower half of your body, not nearly enough to be uncomfortable, but certainly placed there with more purpose than it started off as. You could even swear his breathing had gotten a little heavier once he had reached your waist, fingers lingering at your sides just a little bit longer than necessary with an unintentional tickle before continuing their descent.

Until you couldn’t deny it anymore. Once he got to the base of your spine, he was definitely taking deep breaths through his nose and pressing down on your body almost as if he was making an active attempt on pinning you down rather than just holding you. His thumbs pressed down on your lower back, filling in the faint dimples there, before both hands moved even lower, grazing the fat of your ass before moving to the sides to get to your hips.

Then you figured you had to say something. Between the extra pressure, his dragged-out exhales and the fact that he was basically feeling you up in public, there was something abnormal about the way he was acting, which went past mere ‘just helping out with sunscreen’ behaviour. “Baby? Is everything alright?”

The surprise caused by the break in quietude would’ve caused anyone else to flinch and take their hands away from the situation altogether - but Kyle did the opposite, finger pads pressing down on your flesh further at the sound of your voice. “Yeah,” why did his voice sound lower now? “I’m just doing what you asked me to do here. Nothing wrong with that.”

“I know, it’s just…” This time, you cut yourself off. Considering that he was finally being cooperative, you weren’t about to start yet another pointless argument if you could avoid it. Besides, he wasn’t doing anything wrong or that you didn’t like; his hands always felt amazing on your body, in any context, so all opportunities to get a bit of that were appreciated. If both of you were getting something out of this, then the trip had been worth the money spent.

Satisfied with your compliance, he hummed sharply in agreement before turning his attention to your body again, this time making no attempts to hide the way his hands grabbed at your ass instead of just rubbing on it like he was doing before. Figuring you might as well help a man out, you giggled as you lifted it off the ground the tiniest bit - but still clearly noticeable, considering the low growl he emitted before squeezing tight on both cheeks, spreading them apart and pushing them together like his own twisted entertainment.

His palms wandered more and you expected him to go for your thighs this time, maybe paw at the soft flesh and watch everything jiggle. But he surprised you yet again when his dominant hand trailed inward instead, tracing the edge of your bikini bottoms, over your ass and lower still - until he reached your covered center. Your breath hitched at the press of his fingertips, relaxed eyes opening wide.

Whatever doubt you might’ve had about that particular action being deliberate, any suggestion that maybe he just had gotten distracted looking at your body and struck gold by accident, was out the window when two fingertips pressed firmly over your core, as if trying to get inside of you through the barrier of your bikini; not getting very far in that specific mission, but enough for your boyfriend to show he knew what he was doing. With a slow movement that didn’t lose the intensity of the pressure, he then dragged those same fingers to hook at the edge of the fabric, pulling it to the side.

The moment of silence that followed seemed to scream Kyle’s thoughts straight into your brain. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know that he was unabashedly staring; the gaze of those darkened olive eyes burning into the lower half of your body could even tan you itself. His other hand pulled your cheek to the side a bit, giving him a better view of your cunt, glistening with a film of your arousal that had built up from his earlier touches and the proximity of his body. The effect he had on you, physically manifested.

That hand he still had on your ass then took to the job of tugging your bottoms further away from what they were supposed to cover while his fingers dipped between your folds, moving along your slit with a small wet noise that at that moment seemed louder than the very sea. Your eyes shut tight again when he breached your center, getting only to the first knuckle before retreating slowly, a move that appeared to tease him just as much as it did you.

Maybe you should say something, your possibly much more refined awareness of your environment told you. The lack of other people passing by might’ve allowed Kyle to forget that you were still at the beach, and silence plus relative privacy plus being half-naked equaled a perfect opportunity. It was up to you to be responsible, even if it meant dealing with a bit of his embarrassment for a while and depriving yourself of his touch. “Baby, maybe we should…”

“What?” The loud snarl had you startled. His tone was very much alert - this man had not been distracted. “A guy can’t even touch his own girlfriend anymore?”

You didn’t think you even understood what that was about. But clearly, he was still mad. “What? Kyle, it’s not like that…”

“It is like that!” The tone he used to bite back at you, stopping your train of thought, could probably cut through steel. All of a sudden, both his hands were planted at the sides of your head, supporting his body as he hovered dangerously over yours. Now it was his hips that were outright grinding on you, pressing his cock insistently against your ass, and his next words were punctuated by sharp hisses between his teeth. “You put on this fucking thing just to… To show off to everyone… All those motherfuckers staring at your body... While I can’t even touch you… Want me to sit here… Watching you… Like a fucking idiot…”

Only the feeling of him like this, babbling his frustrations away while rutting into you like a wild animal, was sufficient for your judgement to start clouding. You didn’t know what to do. He was as hard as he could possibly get already, straining against the fabric of his swim trunks, and you just knew it hadn’t been a recent development caused by his little massage alone. The idea that he might’ve been fighting his own arousal from the first moment he saw you in your beach ensemble, hiding behind his anger to deny his dirty thoughts amidst the petty arguing, was exhilarating - and to burst that bubble, even if it was the more rational thing to do given the public setting, would be such a waste.

“It’s not like that at all…” Your repetition came off more stupid than you intended it to, fingers curling into the beach towel and grabbing a handful of soft sand through the cotton in the flimsiest tether to your good judgement. That same sand was spilling over the towel with the movements of your bodies, sticking to your skin. “I didn’t wanna make you mad…”

“It doesn’t fucking matter… You did,” he lowered himself to his elbows without stopping his grinding, lean chest just an inch or two from touching your back, caging you in even more.

“Just tell me what you want from me,” well, now it just felt like you were stalling time. His thick hardness pressing against your behind felt amazing, every movement of his hips feeling like a promise of a wonderful time for the both of you despite the tense atmosphere. “Tell me so I can help us out…”

“Telling you didn’t work earlier,” his voice got deeper, “I’ll just fucking show you.”

The rutting motions stopped. Swiftly, he lifted himself up and away from you, going back to the kneeling position he started out in, and you turned your head as much as possible to look over your shoulder and see him staring down at you intensely. He didn’t break line of sight on your face as his hands undid the string of his swim trunks, loosening them enough for him to pull the waistband down and take his cock out, giving it a couple tentative strokes.

Alright, he was definitely out of it now. Kyle Broflovski, ever prim and proper, who had taken his sweet ass time warming up to PDA and avoided talking about your sex life with his friends at all because he valued privacy that much - that Kyle was about to fuck you on a public beach in broad daylight because you had pushed the green-eyed monster inside of him to its limits. And now it was loose to attack.

“Kyle, we’re… we’re in public,” you tried to warn him, eyes moving around as if they’d capture anything else in your surroundings from the precarious position you were in. All you could see, though, was the vast sand, your little set of items you brought, and Kyle touching himself without a care in the world.

“Yes, and?” Another small wet sound began filling your ears again - this time, that of his precum spreading over his cock with the movement of his hand.

It was clear he did not give a fuck. You wondered, even, if you should. “What if someone sees us?”

“Then that’s their luck,” he responded plainly, “What, do you have an issue with other people knowing who you actually belong to?”

The way your heart raced in that moment was somewhat suspect in its meaning. Even if you were terrified of getting caught and facing the consequences, there was no denying the thrill of the entire situation, the rush of excitement that set your veins alight just from the prospect of getting so thoroughly taken by Kyle without a single thought to give to the world around you. Having your pleasure mean more than decency or morals or the law itself; return to those usually repressed primal instincts which always made for an electrifying reminder that, at the end of the day, humans were still animals.

Relenting, but still with the last hint of shame that your logical mind didn’t shake off, you shook your head and planted your face on the beach towel, trying to hide the reddish tint that burned through all of it now - but there was no way to hide from him the fresher coat of arousal that dripped from your exposed cunt with the image his words painted in your mind.

“That’s what I thought,” he rasped, but there was an undertone of satisfaction, the proof that you were on the same wavelength as him on this matter chipping away at his anger, just a tad.

The wet sound ceased and you felt the weight of his cock resting on your lower back while both his hands took the sides of your bikini bottoms and pulled them down slowly, until they were at your knees. Your attempt at lifting up your hips or legs to assist on that action were met with Kyle stopping altogether to press your body down - understanding that your movement was not required or appreciated, you stopped trying.

Once your panties were off, you felt the weight of his cock resting on your lower back, another small drop of his precum landing on your skin, before your boyfriend manually nestled himself between your cheeks and moved it slowly, tracing the line from your tailbone to your entrance. His non-dominant hand got hold on one side of your ass and spread it to the best of his ability to give him a better view of your cunt, while the other kept a firm grip on his dick.

“Fuck, I love you so much…” His barely audible declaration sounded most absurd amidst the little squelching noises that were being drawn again with Kyle beginning to rub the head of his cock around your entrance, coating the angry tip in a mixture of both your arousals.

“I love you too… Kyle, please, just-”

Your attempt at calling out to him was interrupted once more with a scoff. “Oh, so now you want me, huh?” The sarcastic complaint was accompanied by him giving your ass a few taps with his cock, knowing exactly how he was getting to you. “Couldn’t have thought of that before you decided to make me mad, now could you?”

Well, for all of his complaining, he surely didn’t seem like he was willing to wait much longer, either. Thankfully, Kyle was rarely a tease - someone as short-tempered as him never took kindly to wasting time -, so it was just a few more seconds before he was pushing inside of your warmth with a prolonged grunt that seemed to bleed off every drip of impatience he had bottled up the past couple of minutes.

“Thank you… Thank you,” you murmured pathetically as his girth filled you up, the tension in your body caused by the expectation easing away with every inch.

You felt his hips pressing down on your ass before he did answer, forcing himself as far as he could go on your cunt, which, given his length, was a lot. “We could’ve been doing this the whole time back home… But no, you had to go and be such a bitch.”

That type of language should’ve earned him a good talking right back - especially since it was abnormal to him. Kyle was more into the praise section of his vocabulary when it came to you, so it needed to reach extreme levels of worked-up before he began really calling you names. At that moment, though, he could’ve referred to you by whatever goddamn word he fancied; because he had started moving inside of you, setting a steady pace immediately, and the way he reached deep inside you always managed to put out any argumentative fire you might have going on, leaving only the heat of passion.

“My bitch, though, right?” The almost full weight of his torso was suddenly down on yours - he was laying over you completely, chest flush against your back while he spoke near your ear. “Even when you’re acting like that… You’re still mine…”

You hummed in agreement, but considering the hard thrust that shook your entire body and had your cervix bruising, it wasn’t good enough an answer. “All yours,” the words seemed to quiver as they left your mouth, “Do what you want to me… Please…”

“Exactly,” he nodded against your shoulder even though you couldn’t see it, “And I will.”

Pearly white teeth sank down on the crook of your neck, making you squeal and leaving a reddish mark, before moving to your nape and tugging at the string of your bikini, yanking undone the small bow you had made to secure it while his hands simultaneously did the same to the knot behind your back. Soon your cute little top laid loose on the beach towel, your breasts squishing on top of the fabric without being constrained by it. They weren’t free for long, though - Kyle’s hands took to that job, being shoved under your chest and grabbing the perky flesh with a firm grasp that mirrored the roughness he used to pound into you.

“Much better… Much fucking better,” he growled, “Should’ve done this a while ago… Get rid of this fucking thing…”

His fingers dug so deeply into the soft skin that even his very short nails were managing to leave the shallowest indents on it, to be accompanied by bruises you’d only see building up hours later back home. Your ass jiggled with every hit of his hips as he thrusted, that thick cockhead absolutely bullying your sweet spot, your arousal coating his base as your cunt gushed even more. Whatever he was running his mouth off about died down as nips and quick kisses were peppered on your shoulders and the back of your neck, making you shiver and your breath hitch with electric goosebumps.

Fuck, did his weight and his hands on you feel amazing. Yes, he had you completely caged in under his body and unable to make any movement, completely at his mercy, but never had you felt more free. It felt like he was everywhere - warming up every inch of your skin, massaging every silky ridge of your walls, talking to your very mind when he whispered in your ear. Even your eyesight seemed to capture him in every aspect of your environment, conjuring images of a face and body it couldn’t see at that moment but which had been living in your heart ever since the first moment you saw it.

When under him, your whole world was Kyle. The pleasure he brought, the love he had, even his fury - nothing made sense if he wasn’t there to give it to you.

Overwhelmed with equal parts love and lust, your body began to tense again in a way that had nothing and everything to do with the weight placed over it. You were getting close, letting out small whines and squirming from the pleasure buildup, barely managing to move much under Kyle. But whatever movement you did have was noticeable - both your twitches and your constant squeezing around his cock told him what he needed to know.

Through his labored breathing, you could basically hear the slight smirk when he spoke to you again. “You’re close, aren’t you? Gonna cum for me, (Y/N)?”

Apparently, you were at a point where you’d only be granted the great blessing of coherent speech if it was to answer his questions. “Yes, Kyle, fuck yes, I-”

A sudden emptiness, like your whole physical body had been hollowed. Right as you called out your nearing orgasm, Kyle pulled out almost completely, keeping just the tip inside and stilling for a moment, his hands leaving your breasts so that he could lift himself on his forearms for adequate support.

“No, you won’t.”

Your immediate reaction, either a complaint or a whine, became little more than a choked sound from your throat once he placed that simple statement. He hadn’t lost his tempo - he never does that -, he hadn’t slipped; that was a calculated move.

“Not until you say it.” The shallowest of thrusts accompanied his speaking now, barely dipping his cockhead in and out of your begging entrance, teasing it with empty promises of bringing back the depth it basically screamed for. “Apologize for your bullshit.”

Though in other scenarios you might’ve asked for a bit more clarification on what your boyfriend meant, there was no time for such discussion in that specific moment; not with the little kisses from his tip distracting you, making your walls flutter stupidly around nothing as they missed the pressure on them. “I’m sorry,” you muttered almost absently, trying to channel all your focus into that sensation between your legs, taking whatever you could get out of it.

Given the way he clicked his tongue, that wasn’t enough. “Properly,” he insisted, “You have to tell me what you’re saying ‘sorry’ for. If you’ve truly learned your lesson, then it won’t be a problem.”

Trust and believe, you wanted to have learned it. Giving him what he wanted wouldn’t be an issue if you did. But everything had happened so fast - the bickering had worn you out, then the relaxing ambience of the beach and his touches on your body had fogged up your thoughts and made you forget what even the fight was about. All you knew is that you needed to apologize, appease him, if you wanted that release to be granted to you.

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted, “Kyle, I’m sorry… Just… Help me out here, please…”

You weren’t sure if he would really dignify you with an explanation, considering how much he was making a point that you’d ‘learn your lesson’. However, Kyle was nothing if not impatient - he was struggling just as much as you, if not more, to keep edging the both of you like this, his whole cock throbbing with the need to have your cunt wrapped tight around it again. So, with a long sigh which emulated an annoyance that really didn’t reach his heart, he basically jumped at the opportunity to play teacher.

“You pissed me the fuck off,” he finally stated, “You argued with me. Made me angry. Made comparisons I didn’t like. And then tried to act like nothing happened. But most of all…”

A slight pressure on your back - shifting his weight to one arm, he pushed you down with the palm of his other hand, a tiny sample of the possessive cage he had you in earlier. “You let other people see what’s mine.” This last part seemed angrier than the rest of the explanation, as if it meant more in relation to everything else. “All those fucking guys staring. Eating you up with their eyes. You’re not supposed to be a sight for them. You’re mine.”

He spat those concepts related to other men like they personally hurt. Jealousy always managed to have a powerful hold on Kyle’s heart - his love for you and need to keep you close and protected becoming so overwhelming he couldn’t express them properly in situations he perceived as adverse -, and you’d seen it manifest into this deep sense of possessiveness a couple of times. Never before had it felt so real, though - like he’d do damn near anything to make sure everyone including yourself knew that anything related to your being belonged to him, that he was a threat to the world as long as anything tried to sullen your relationship.

And damned if you weren't going to help him. Because you wanted to be his. His protection made you feel safer than anything else, his presence soothed your pains and his love untangled your troubles until they were barely wisps, irrelevant in the wind. Also there was no denying that he was yours - a man that devoted could not belong to anyone else.

“You’re right, Kyle,” ah, those magical words that always had him a hundred times more willing to listen to whoever uttered them had to say. “I don’t need anybody’s attention, only yours… I’m sorry…”

“And are you gonna fucking listen to me from now on?” Another push on your back, like a nudge to continue speaking. “You’re gonna let me take care of you?”

“Always,” you were quick to answer, “You can do what you want… I need you…”

When he sighed and his hand left your skin, relief had washed over you, already anticipating the pleasure that surely was to follow. Yet, instead of pushing his cock fully inside again, he pulled away from you completely, straightening his posture and leaving you truly empty. You were about to lift yourself up to complain - you had done what he asked, goddamnit! Since when was he so mean? -, but all you managed was another squeal as he held your hips and pulled them up abruptly, your knees bending instinctively to accommodate the new position, leaving you face down ass up.

This time, there was no preparation before your boyfriend bottomed out in one strong thrust that almost made you lose balance, using his hold on your sides to pull you towards him, to meet halfway the speedy movements of his hips. This new position allowed him to fuck you even harder; the sounds of his skin slapping powerfully against yours could possibly be heard across the whole shoreline, and so could his wanton grunting and moaning. Your own frantic cries of pleasure were muffled by the beach towel, your face planted on it - if anyone else dared to hear them in their full glory, you’d have to move countries to escape the embarrassment.

That climax Kyle had denied you earlier was coming back with a vengeance, your whole body tighter than ever as if it had capitalized on the stress of denial. You swore you were able to feel the veins on his cock against your walls with how tight they were on him, and if you weren’t so focused on your own release, it would’ve brought a smidge of smug pride to your ego to know that he was definitely feeling it too.

“Fuuuuck… The things you do to me,” your boyfriend grunted behind you, thoughts from a brain that was swimming with desire being put into words. “Make me lose my damn mind… And I fucking love it.”

“I love you,” the little sentence came out downright desperate, “Kyle, please, I can’t wait anymore, I’m going to…”

“Do it.” Oh, the way he sounded when he was giving your orders. He was made for that role. And you were made to follow. “Show me what I do to you…”

Your whole body shook and you would have fallen if not for Kyle’s hold on your hips - the sun itself had come up to meet you as you came, boiling your veins with its warmth in a way that made everything in your skin spark with pleasurable fire. In a last burst of strength, you bucked your own hips back, ignoring Kyle’s pulls; and the way you deliberately moved dealt away with what little restraint he still had in him, his nails trying to claw at your skin as he also climaxed shortly after, thick loads of his seed spilling into you. His thrusting continued through it, fucking his cum into your cervix, painting it white as one last demonstration of possession - like the others, a very welcome one.

There was barely any time to bask in the afterglow, though. While you still tried to gather back your thoughts and calm down from your high, a thick fog of bliss mixing with the salty shoreline air that seemed to cover you completely, Kyle’s next actions were far more dynamic - you heard the rustle of the fabric as he pulled out and shoved himself back into his swim trunks, grunting like if physically pained when he quickly stood up, wobbling on his feet as if his limbs and brain hadn’t yet received their fill of the blood his racing heart pumped. Through unfocused eyes, you watched the blurry shape of his body tripping around in the sand while he scurried towards your stuff, those long legs of his not much more stable than stilts, carrying a spent body that refused to comply with the hurry its actions seemed to require.

“Uhm… Kyle?” You found it in yourself to ask, your voice still so weak it could’ve been overshadowed by the crashing of the waves. One of your arms stretched to the front of you, as if trying to grab at your boyfriend, who was already hastily shoving your few belongings back into the bag, definitely not in touching range. “What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving,” despite the firmness in his response that left no room for questioning, it was clear his vocal cords were also struggling to find strength to get the words out; he had left all of his energy inside of you with his orgasm, and was currently running on leftover anger, plus perhaps a little bit of panic.

After all that, the fight that was in you to get your sunbathing on and spending some relaxing time at the beach had vanished without a trace. You sat back on your heels and wrapped your naked, now sand-coated body with the beach towel like it was a protective blanket made out of whatever was left of your shame. Maybe you’d even have taken one more moment to collect yourself, but hurried callouts from your boyfriend had you quickly getting up on shaky legs and tripping over the bunched panties that fell at your ankles before you rushed to pick up your belongings and go after him.

You figured playtime was over. You’d go back home and never approach the subject again, dismiss it as another bout of angry sex and go back to your normal loving relationship. But, as Kyle grabbed your wrist tight and turned to you again, and his focused expression and furrowed brows belied the lust in his eyes, it was clear there was only a mere half-time in those plans, and the things he still needed to do to you required way more time and more private settings.

Weeks later, you’d even say it was worth the traffic tickets your boyfriend got while racing to the Airbnb, or the risk of jail time from the beach moment. Kyle, his wallet a couple hundred dollars lighter, gets bright red in the face when he weakly disagrees.

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The other Bronze – Part 11

Hey guys... here's the promised next Part

As always my thanks go out to all my anons (especially gold star and lunatic), to my Bubs @samkerrworshipper and my best management @valewosomtb 🤣

I hope you enjoy it and since I'm bored AF Part12 is already in the making ❤️

“Hey... hey” you suddenly hear after you stomped out of the hotel and you felt a hand on your shoulder stopping you from getting away “What's the matter Liefje?”

You turned around to come face to face with one Sarina Wiegman who looked at you concerned. You were so angry that you couldn't answer her and just started to throw your arms up and around trying to bring your point across while grunting deeply

“Okay... calm down...” Sarina said after a minute of you flinging your arms around grabbing your shoulders to ground you

You took several deep breaths knowing your adoptive mom wouldn't push you and most certainly wouldn't judge you for your actions

“Good... you're doing good.... just calm down and tell me what happened” the Dutch woman spoke calmly seeing that Leah came sprinting out of the hotel looking for you. Sarina shook her head at her Capitan and the blonde retreated back after she saw the national team coach already took care of you

“She roomed me with... LJ” you practically spit out the name of the young player

“Who? What?” Sarina looked confused

“Leah... she roomed me with James” you got upset again

“Okay.... keep calm Liefje... I'll talk to Leah – but I think she had her reasons... and you can always sleep in my room if you want” the blonde Dutch said keeping her voice calm

“But WHY would she do that?” you asked your voice getting desperate

“We can go ask her – and don't forget y/n... none of the know what happened three years ago” Sarina reminded you softly

“Still.. it's not really a secret that we don't get along” you huffed knowing your “mom” was right once again

“Just get your stuff I'm in room 528” Sarina smiled giving you the opportunity to swap rooms if you wanted to

“Naah it's fine... wouldn't go over the Skippers head” you smiled already planning tons of pranks on Leah and tons of things to annoy LJ

“You know where to find me if you need me” the Dutch smiled back “And now off you go... meeting in 30 minutes”

“Yes mevrouw” you saluted mockingly

“Your dutch gets better... Viv or Jill?” Sarina grinned ignoring your little teasing

“Viv... Jill only teaches me stuff you wouldn't approve of” you grinned

“Why am I not surprised.. now off... 25 Minutes” the blonde smiled “Oh and y/n...” she said after you started to scramble off

“Yeah?” you turned around again

“If you ever need to talk about what happened back then... I'm always here to listen okay?” the dutch said and you heard that she was serious

“Yeah I know Mama Rina... thank you” you smiled softly

“Always Liefje” Sarina smiled back before shushing you away

“y/n” you heard when you entered the lobby again

“Not now Williamson” you growled at her “Just give me my fucking room card and leave me alone”

Leah was taken aback at your aggressive tone and handed you your card

“406” the blonde Capitan said as you snatched the card out of her hand

You grabbed your bag which was standing next to Leahs feet (definitely NOT where you left it) and walked towards the staircase

“There's an elevator” the blonde yelled after you confused

“Need to let some steam off or I'll rearrange my roommates face” you yelled back as you pushed the door to the staircase open disappearing in it

You used the stairs to the first floor to warm your leg muscles up before doing high knees until the second floor and then do some footwork until floor 3 and then use the remaining steps to cool down a little. When you finally reached your room you pulled out your phone asking your girlfriend for her room number before you took a deep breath swiping the card to open the door.

“There you are slow poke” LJ grinned at you while you considered ignoring her or punching her but since you knew Sarina wouldn't be too happy with you punching one of her forwards you decided to ignore her

“Hey... I talked to you... you really going to ignore me?” the dark skinned woman said confused

“Okay look... here's how this is going to work... If I'm in here, you are not... if you are in here I won't be” you sighed deeply throwing your bag on the empty bed

“What... what's wrong? Jesus y/n... why are you hostile towards me?” LJ asked and THAT really hit a nerve with you

“Really??? YOU of all people asked why I'M so hostile?? YOU were the reason I nearly needed a FOURTH ACL surgery bitch” you exploded not knowing Keira was right outside your door

“Oh my god... is this what this is all about?? For god heavens – that was like... three years ago” LJ rolled her eyes

“I told you the whole time I CAN'T kick a ball.... and what do you do? You passed it right into my walk... I was on crutches!!!” you yelled “YOU made me fall and instead of coming over and help me you fucked off because you were scared Lucy would rip you in half!! Sarina of all people found me... SARINA who just took over from Phil... she found me and alerted the medics that I needed med aid... and what did they do... shipped me off to hospital because my stitches ripped open and I was bleeding like fuck... they wanted to fast track me into the OR... they just didn't because neither Luce nor Keira were there with us to approve for a surgery... so thank you for that backstabbing bitch...”

“It wasn't on purpose!” the darker one defended herself

“Bullshit!!! Your accuracy is at something over 90... you knew EXACTLY where that ball would end up!!” you were THIS close to strangle her

“You can't prove it” LJ said and you knew you were right

“I don't need prove because I KNOW... and now fuck off... I need to shower” you growled turning towards the bathroom “Oh and if you decide to ignore my warning... I bet you look DASHING without eyebrows”

When you exit the shower you were relieved to find the room empty – or so you thought. You just started to change when you heard a voice behind you

“Is it true? That it was LJ who made you trip and not your clumsiness?” you immediately reconized Keiras voice.

You didn't even jump. You just stilled your movement hanging your head low sighing deeply

“You were never meant to hear that” you said your voice barley above a whisper

“God y/n... that was a yes or no question” Keira pressed the matter

“No comment” you sighed

“Why didn't you tell me?” the blonde asked

“There's nothing to tell... I tripped” you sighed again before pulling Georgias shirt over your head and turning around faking a happy smile

“You never lied to me.. don't start now Bitsy” Keira said immediately her eyes locking on yours

“I won't say anything regarding that matter... it's in the past and it's over...” you shrugged your shoulders

“Then tell me at least why” the blonde said not letting go – you never expected her you just knew Keira too well

“I ain't no snitch... she was... is.. she is the “new star” in this team... isn't that what the media called her... if I'd said something Lucy would have probably killed her... you too... so.. I tripped” you shrugged your shoulders again but the look on your face was deeply sad

“God Bitsy...” Keira sighed sadly running her hands over her face “... you should have said something... it all makes so much more sense now... you don't touch a ball only because you're hurting... but because you're scared – the last time a ball touched your feet you ended up in hospital again... alone”

“Wasn't alone... Sarina was with me – never let go of my hand” you mumbled

“Is that why you were suddenly so close to her?” the blonde asked

“Yeah... she knew all along... she saw what happened... but I made her promise to not say anything to you or Luce... and to not kick LJ of the team because she is a good player – not a good person, but a good player... she fits in the teams playing style” you explained

“I will...” Keira started and you interrupted her quickly

“You won't anything Keira Walsh... I swear to god if you risk your place on the team then I seriously go all ballistic on your ass” you said sternly

“I don't think you realize how many people in this team love you... you grew up with 70% of the team y/n... I don't have to risk anything... I just would have to mention it to some people” Keira simply shrugged her shoulders

“Kei no... if you do that I will never forgive you... that's my thing... it doesn't concern the team or players – it only concerns me and James” you held Keiras look your features hardening

“Okay... okay” the blonde lifted her hands in a surrounding matter “But if anything else happens I want you to tell me”

“Pff... she doesn't have the balls to do anything” you rolled your eyes “But you could help me out for a hot minute” you smirked

“Your girlfriend is already downstairs hoping to escape your sister by sitting right in front of Sarina when the meeting starts...” the blonde chuckled

“That's why I didn't get an answer” you huffed “... but not the help I need... I need you to distract Lucy... just for a minute”

“Really... a quickie?” Keira raised her eyebrow

“No... god Kei... are you that desperate that you want to get included in MY sexlife???” you asked bewildered

“God no...” the blonde rolled her eyes “... you are not really my type”

“Good... because you wouldn't be able to keep up anyway” you waved off “I need Luces leather jacket...”

“I won't comment on your statement and just gonna ask... what do you need the leather jacket for?” Kei asked already starting to pinch the bridge of her nose

“You'll see... but Kei.. Pleeeaaaase... you just need to distract her for a second” you begged puppy eyes full on display

“I basically raised you... these don't work on me.. one question... whatever you planned... is it dangerous?” the blonde asked seriously

“I promise on all that is holy to me... it's not... it's just fun... your type of fun... not my type of fun” you answered honestly and Keira saw you weren't lying

“How do you want to get the jacket out of there” Keira mused

“That won't be a problem... you just need to keep her occupied for a minute” you grinned your phone already in your hand

“The things I do for your happiness Bitsy” the blonde rolled her eyes but stood up to leave for your sisters room

Two minutes later Keira knocked on the door just for Less to open it. She quickly smirked at Keira winking at her before turning around

“Lucy... Keiras here for you” the youngest one said retreating back into the room

“Yeah?” your sister said as she stepped into the doorframe

“Ehrm... yeah... I...” Keira started being a little taken aback at how Less would know before she suddenly KNEW how the holy leather jacket will exit the room and when she glanced past Lucy she already saw Less rummaging through Lucys bag “I wanted to ask if we could probably switch holidays back”

“Huh?” Lucy said confused

“Sorry... with Narla... you know how I said I would like her for Christmas? If it's okay with you could we maybe switch so you take her at Christmas?” the blonde tried to sound as convincing as possible

“Of course... you know you didn't have to come here to ask... you could just have texted” your sister looked even more confused

“Just checked on Bitsy... Leah roomed her with LJ... so I was around the corner anyway” the blonde shrugged

“Really... that's awesome!!” Lucy exclaimed happily “Maybe they start to finally get along again – I mean they were really close when they were younger”

“Scuse me...” Less pushed herself out the door lightly pushing Lucy out of the way as Keira just stepped aside seeing the light bulge under Lessis shirt

“Oi... where you going??” Lucy asked confused

“Picking up Toons for the meeting... you know her – need to be there a few minutes early to kick her ass to be there in time” the young blonde yelled as she sped walk down the corridor

“Gosh... those kids these days” your sister rolled her eyes but smiled anyway

“If I remember correctly Bronze I always had to kick your ass too so we would be on time... and the ONE camp I didn't attend you were running laps over laps because you were always late” Keira teased

“ONE time... I was late ONE time” Lucy exclaimed

“Not what Jill said” the blonde shot back laughing

“Oh please... Jill didn't even remembered her name after the Euros” your sister rolled her eyes again smiling

“You didn't either” Keira smirked “I had to pick you up”

“I mean... I was rather... tipsy” your sister smiled embarrassed

“Tipsy??? You hit on me... TWICE” the blonde bursted out laughing “Apparently I reminded you of your ex”

“Don't start...” Lucy grimaced “You want to accompany me to the meeting Mrs. Walsh?”

“Oh my... what an absolute honour Mrs. Bronze... please lead the way” Keira played along as Lucy offered her arm to her

“Okay everyone... Welcome to the first Lionesses Camp on our road to the World Cup” Sarina opened the meeting smiling as she heard a few cheers at the mention of the World Cup

“Wait... where is Less??” Tooney suddenly asked looking around

“Where's the smaller Bronze?” now Millie asked too confused

“Stanway!!” Lucy immediately yelled thinking you and your girlfriend snucked away

“Over here!” Georgia yelled back lifting her hand

“Oh... oh.... okay good... stay there” your sister pointed her finger at G narrowing her eyes

“God Luce... you're worse than your mother when we started dating” Keira rolled her eyes next to your sister

“Still... WHERE IS LESS???” Ella pretty much screamed

Suddenly the team heard the surround system springing to life as the opening cords from “You're the One that I want” starting to play. Everyone looked around confused while Sarina tried to keep her players under control. You more or less kick the door open sporting a black tight jeans and a Lioness Vintage College Jacket which you had made just for THAT entrance walking inside you looked around confused as Less rounded the corner leaning against the doorframe smirking. Who wasn't smirking was your sister when she saw what Alessia was wearing – Less wore a skin tight black leather leggings with high heels (which kicked Sarina into a frenzy already seeing Less breaking her ankle because that girl tripped over air) a 80s black top and HER holy leather jacket. You locked eyes with Less and smirked as she pushed herself off the doorframe and you started your little dance like Danny and Sandy all those years back. You even recuted Millie, Rach and Tooney as Pink Ladies pulling out the signature pink jackets from their hiding spots where you placed them before. To say there were a LOT of pictures of Millie “the brickwall” Bright stuffed in a pink jacket which was at least one size too small was an understatement. In the end three quarters of the team was dancing along while the remaining quarter took videos and pictures laughing along. Even Sarina showed off one or two dance moves. As the song ended you had Less in your arms her legs around your waist as you carried her down the aisle laughing loudly. That you stepped on LJs foot hard when you passed her was pure coincidence.

“Oh my god that was amazing” Less laughed as you set her down again

“Only took us 4.5 month to get it done but hey... a dare is a dare” you grinned

“That was one of Toons best dares to day” the blonde grinned “Did you see Sarina... she was full on groovy”

“Didn't knew she could throw out moves like that.... but now we should head back” you smirked “Not that I have to attend but I’ll suffer with you out of sympathy”

“Come on in Danny and Sandy” Sarina grinned as she saw you standing in the door again “May I ask what caused this interruption?”

“Tooney dared us” you shrugged smirking as Ella yelled a “Backstabber!”

“Oh really... not that I didn't enjoy your little show.... so a round of applause for Danny and Sandy over here” the Dutch started and then paused for the applause the team graced you with “... but now we're behind on the schedule and you know what I hate nearly as much as losing?”

“When someone takes your last stroopwaffle?” you smiled innocently already knowing where this rhetorical question is heading

“Nice one... but no... I hate being behind schedule with a passion... so both of you laps tomorrow morning before training” the blonde Dutch woman smiled sweetly as you and Less groaned out

“I even speak with the stadium manager if they could play your song while you're running” Sarina smirked

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes but accepted your fate huffing out as you plopped down in the seat next to your girlfriend which was earlier occupied by Ella who miraculously was sitting next to Niamh now.

Just as your ass touched the chair you heard Lucys signature whistle which made you turn towards her instantly looking at her confused. She nodded her head signalling you to move seats so you wouldn't sit with Georgia. You looked at her even more confused as you shook your head. Your sister nodded your head again this time with more authority to which you just lifted your middle finger smiling before pulling a face at her turning back around

“Y/n” you heard the warning of your sister clearly from three rows behind you

“What... I can sit wherever I want...” you said back but not turning around anymore before starting to smirk

“Sarina” you said innocently lifting your hand like you were back in school

“Yes? Didn't know that this was a Q&A but yes?” the Dutch said a little annoyed

“Lucy is interrupting my concentration with her talking” you faked innocents smirking as Sarinas eyes snapped towards your sister

“I didn't do anything” Lucy defended herself “Just told her to move”

“And why would she do that?” the blonde Dutch asked raising her eyebrow and you snickered knowing you just activated Mama bear mode

“I don't think it's a good idea my sister and Georgia sitting next to each other” Lucy grumbled out

“Why? Because they're dating? Dear god Lucy... grow up... I let you room with your girlfriend at the time and don't think the whole floor didn't hear what you were up to” Sarina shot back successfully making your sister blush embarrassed while Keira coughed which sounded suspiciously like a “told you”

“Anything else to discuss?” the Dutch asked strict into the round of world class players who all shook their head eyes wide

“Good... then we can finally continue... and y/n... keep your hands to yourself so your sister won't die of a burst vein” Sarina rolled her eyes looking at a red headed sulking Lucy Bronze

“It's not like I'm gonna rip her clothes off right here and have my way with her in front of all of you....” you grumbled which caused Millie to burst out laughing at Georgias wide eyed shocked impression

“Please stop talking” your girlfriend begged with you already feeling the holes in the back of her head from Lucys hard stares

“I mean I wouldn't have a problem with it.. I already saw every single woman in this room naked so nothing to be embarrassed about for me...” you shrugged your shoulders as G covered her face with her hands groaning

“Okay...” Sarina clapped her hands “I have two more topics to discuss and then you are free for the night and you can do whatever – or whoever – you want”

You snickered as now Lucy AND your girlfriend groaned loudly. Millie actually took the opportunity to reach over Rachel to high-five you. The meeting went by without any more interruptions and about 20 Minutes later Sarina officially ended the meeting. You immediately shot out of your seat grabbing Georgias hand to pull her up but you let go immediately as you notice your sisters glare.

“Just helped her up” you lifted your hands in surrender as you walked towards the exit.

You noticed Keira bumping into you grinning knowingly. You looked at her confused but she just winked at you.

“You with me...” Lucy said as she pulled you along her arm over your shoulders

“Excuse me... this is a free country and I can go wherever I want” you exclaimed as you had no choice than to follow her

“You'll spend the evening with me...” your sister growled lowly just seconds before Tooney screamed so everyone would hear it

“Team bonding in Mearps and my room... 30 minutes... bring all the snacks we're not allowed to eat for the next week”

Mary didn't look happy but with all the happy cheers surrounding her she just sighed and just accepted it

“You'll sit next to me” Lucy declared before letting you go

“You know I have two sides, right? G can still sit next to me... or on top of me” you smirked

“My favourite place anyway” you heard your girlfriend mumble under her breath as she passed you and Lucy

“What did you just say??” your sister looked at her friend shocked

“Nothing” your girlfriend said quickly embarrassed and started to walk away a little faster

“Hey Luce” you pulled a little on your sisters shirt (mainly to distract her from going after your girlfriend)

“Yeah?” Lucy looked at you annoyed and you put on your best puppy eyes face

“Can I have a tenner please? Pleeeaaaase Lucy” you begged your voice sweet as sugar

“What you need a tenner for?” your sister asked confused

“Need to buy some snacks... saw a Tesco down the road” you shuffled around knowing small you always did the trick

“You're not going there alone... give me a minute and I'll go with you” Lucy rolled her eyes

Yep – still works. You grinned as your sister parked you at Millies side with the order to not let you wander off to which the tall player just grabbed your shirt before returning to her conversation with Lotte. Three minutes later Lucy was back with a jacket and a baseball cap on her head taking your hand as she led you outside

“I want you to know I'm not against your relationship” Lucy started once you were out of earshot from everyone

“Feels like it” you mumbled

“I'm not.. I just want to see if G stands up for you if she gets pressured” your sister assured you “Because fuck Bubs... if anyone outside of this team finds out you both are neck deep in shit”

“Lucy... I really appreciate you looking out for me... really... I love you you are my sister – more than my sister... you are my best friend... but you can't do that to G... because being pressured from YOU is far worse than anything the press could throw at her... you are her idol – she looks up to you” you said as you grabbed your sisters hand continuing to walk

“I need to be sure she can protect you Bubs” Lucy said insistent

“You know she can... who do you think she learned it from?” you answered just as firmly

“I just... I need to know she won't run” your sister said her voice now lower

“Did you know she nearly didn't take the call up for this camp because she's so scared that you basically tell her you don't approve” you blurted out “I PROMISED her that everything is going to be okay and work out... don't make me a liar Luce... I'm a lot of things but I ain't no liar”

“I... didn't know that... and I promise I will turn it down but I can't let her off the hook so easy – I'm your sister after all” Lucy said and a small smile appeared around the edges of her mouth

“How about you turn it off instead of turn it down?” you asked hopefully as you grabbed a shopping cart pushing it right into the aisle with all the sweets loading everything you could grab into the cart

“No sorry... can't do that... but I promise I turn it down... hey... you said a tenner... that's much more than a tenner” your sister exclaimed as she saw how you loaded up your shopping cart

“Good thing my sister is earning a shit ton of money then” you grinned as you climbed up the shelf to reach Starburst, Dweeps and some Taverners.

“Come back down... you space cadet will hurt yourself” Lucy whisper yelled looking around the aisle if anyone was watching you

“I'm too small to reach them otherwise” you huffed out as you stood on your toes on the second shelf

“That's a sign from God that you shouldn't eat that sugary stuff” your sister growled as she stepped behind you to hold you at your waist so she could catch you if you slip.

“We don't believe in God” you grumbled back as you FINALLY got the bag of sweets you were angling for “HA!!! Gotcha bitch” you exclaimed happily grinning widely as you hopped backwards right into Lucys arms

“Aaaaand five sets of 15... you really cashing in those push ups” your sister grinned as she caught you easily

“Oh come on... you can't up my push ups...” you whined as you started to walk towards the check-out

“That makes no sense and yes I can...” Lucy rolled her eyes smirking

“That'll be £78.85” the teenager behind the register said as he threw all your stuff in plastic bags

“EXCUSE ME???” your sister exclaimed loudly looking at you shocked “You said a tenner”

“One tenner... eight tenner... tomato tomahto” you waved off but nodded towards the cash desk grinning

“I get that money back” your sister narrowed her eyes at you as she pulled out her debit card

“How?? I don't earn money” you shrugged your shoulders as you grabbed the multiple bags

“Then you work it off... my apartment is usually a little dusty when I come back from camp” Lucy smirked as she followed you out of the shop

“Okay... don't come running to me if something important is broken” you said nonchalantly

“True.. that's not a good idea... you probably wouldn't even do it on purpose...” your sister huffed “Oh... you will be my bag boy this week...” she grinned

“Yeah no... still female” you answered after you pulled your shirt forward glancing at your chest

“God you are unbelievable” Lucy groaned

“Learned it from the best” you grinned back

“You know it Bubs” your sister smirked as the two of you entered the hotel again

You saw Sarina before she could spot you and Lucy. You quickly looked down to all the bags you were carrying and decided you got in enough trouble for one day. So you looked at Lucy with puppy eyes

“Could you please hold the bags for a second? I have something in my shoe” you pushed out your lower lip

“Course...” Lucy shrugged as you handed over all the bags getting down to untie your shoe.

“Lucia Bronze I hope these bags are not filled with snacks” you heard Sarina exclaim firmly and looked up to see Lucys white shocked face.

You couldn't help yourself and snickered quietly because your plan worked just too well

“Ehrm” Lucy started to stutter

“Why do you Bronzes always feel the need to give me a headache?” the Dutch answered not even waiting for your sister to answer

“Keira always says something similar” you grinned from your place on the ground

“Hand them over” Sarina pointed to the bags

“Mama Rina please...” you started to beg not wanting to give up your goods

“No... we are preparing” the Dutch started and you interrupted her

“... for a World Cup I know... but let us have this evening...” you used your best puppy eyes “Just tonight... Pleeeaaaase”

“You can keep ONE bag...” Sarina said giving in slightly

“Two” you quickly started to hackle

“ONE...” the Dutch stood her ground while Lucy just silently watched

“Can I put it together myself?” you asked carefully

“Sure... ONE bag Liefje” Sarina nodded

You emptied all the bags on the ground of the hotel lobby starting to sort through all your sweets already a plan forming in your head. It took you about seven minutes and all the sweets were in little piles around you.

“One bag, yes?” you asked the womens head coach

“One bag” she confirmed raising an eyebrow catching on that you got a plan

“Challenge accepted” you smirked as you carefully started to stacking the candy into one plastic bag.

And god you really outdid yourself this time. The bag was ready to explode but you fitted everything (except a bag of Wine Gums but you knew Sarina loved those) into the plastic sack smirking widely

“One Bag” you smirked smugly as Lucy couldn't hold back and bursted out laughing

“Well played Liefje... go before I change my mind” Sarina smirked back

“Come on Luce” you quickly got off the ground shoving the heavy overfilled bag in your sisters arms starting to run off.

“Please don't let her eat too much of that” the Dutch laid her hand on Lucys arm

“And let her have a full grown ass sugar rush? Absolutely not...” your sister smiled back

“Good...” Sarina nodded smiling as you turned around waiting for the elevator

“Come on Lucy... how do you want to play in a World Cup when you can't even make it to the elevator??” you yelled happily that you “outsmarted” Sarina

“Coming...” your sister yelled back not even caring that half the lobby now turned their heads towards you

“I thought you were getting snacks?” Ella said first thing as she opened the door seeing you standing there empty handed

“Sloth over there has it” you nodded towards your sister who was about three doors down carrying the bag in her arms

“Oh my GOD” Tooney gawked when she laid eyes on the full bag

“Been called that before” you said as you grinningly winked at your girlfriend just for your sister to kick you gently

“Stop it... you want me to turn it down so you turn it down as well” Lucy grumbled as she pushed past you throwing the bag onto the bed

“What... I got that through Sarina” you exclaimed

“True... that was good” your sister said impressed

“Thank you...” you grinned happily “Millie Bright I KNOW you just didn't grab MY Dweebs!!” you shouted as you threw yourself on top of Millie wrestling with her over a bag of candies

“Bitsy stop it” Keira interrupted sternly “NOW”

“But...” you whined as you sat half on top of Millie who had the Dweebs behind her back grinning at you

“No buts... come here” the blonde said firmly

“Someone is in trouble” Millie grinned

“I don't even know what I would have done” you said clueless

“Bitsy” Keira said again and her tone was just a big fat warning

You climbed of Millie and quickly shuffled over to Keira standing in front of her like a kid that just got caught with its hand in the cookie jar. Keira just nodded next to her and you knew where you would sit the entire night

“Why?” you whined as you plopped down next to her

“Over my dead body will you eat Dweebs at this time” Keira coughed “I won't have you running wild at 2AM waking up an entire hotel”

“That's not fair... I got it all up here” you grumbled and sunk back against the back of the couch

“And the team thanks you for your service” the blonde rolled her eyes as she fished a Mars bar from the pile of sweets “But no sugar for you at this time a night”

“I hate you” you looked at her darkly

“You can hate me all you want Bitsy... I'm not letting you have sugar” Keira shrugged her shoulder as Ella began to speak/yell

“Okay guys... we have a few newbies... so we start with the usual Truth or Dare... you know the rules... if you don't want to do or answer something you have three pass but then if you still deny something you get balled tomorrow” Tooney said happily as a few players groaned “We go youngest first.. y/n... start us off good” the brown haired women smirked knowing you have a few dares up your sleeve

“Okay... lets see...” you mused as your gaze over all the women in front of you before you suddenly smirk

“Lucy... truth or dare” you smirked at your sister

“Why meeee??” Lucy groaned

“Youngest to oldest” you couldn't stop smirking

“Dare... I don't want to know what you would squeeze out of me” your sister rolled her eyes

“Big mistake” you grinned darkly “I dare you to send the pretty spaniard a half nude AND get colorbook spaniard to record her reaction”

“WHAT??” Lucy exclaimed shocked as Keira burst out laughing while the rest just looked at you confused

“Pass or do it... but you know I start off lightly...” you smirked

“Scuse me who?” Mary interrupted

“Oh... sorry... pretty spaniard is Putellas... colorbook spaniard is León... OG is Batlle...” you explained “Lucy overdosed my pain meds and let me run loose at Camp Nope”

“You forgot two” Keira laughed

“Uh... yeah... the flawless and the sexy” you remembered suddenly

“I know who sexy is... and I approve” your girlfriend grinned proudly

“Oh I know... I mean I would be up...” you started before Keira put her hand over your mouth

“No sweetie...” she grinned fake

“I would be up for it too” Georgia ended your thought for you shrugging her shoulders as Kei groaned out

“Made for each other” Keira mumbled before letting you go again

“Come on Luce... what it's gonna be...” you smirked seeing your sister struggle to make a decision

“If this bites me in the ass I'm taking you down with me” Lucy narrowed her eyes at you before dialling Mapís number

“I was nice enough to say half nude and not nude” you grumbled

She quickly spoke to the blonde spaniard being as vague as possible basically threatening Maps with broken ankles if she wouldn't do as she says and to send her the video later. Poor Mapí was at the receiving end of threats again but she said she would do it but to give her five minutes as she was just on her way down to dinner. That made you burst out laughing knowing Alexia would receive a half nude from your sister while being surrounded by her whole team. Your sister ended the call and looked at you

“I don't have nudes” she pulled a face at you

“Liar liar pants on fire” you yelled out pointing at her since Keira held you back by your shoulder

“Not a liar” Lucy yelled back just as loud

“I KNOW you have nudes on that phone!!!!!” you exclaimed

“Yes but not of ME” your sister shot back before slapping her hand over her mouth while you gagged loudly and the room interrupted in laughter

“You asked for that Bitsy” Keira wiped a tear out of her eye still laughing “How did you know that anyway?”

“She has a folder on there labelled “private”... with a pin... doesn't take a genius to figure out what’s in there” you rolled your eyes which caused Keira into a new laughing fit

“She has that folder since we started dating” the blonde laughed as you looked at her shocked and started to shuffle away from her

“Oh Ew... isn't it illegal to say thinks like that to a minor??” you heaved

“You have sex you can cope with knowing that” Keira couldn't stop laughing at your horrified face

“Lucy... you still haven't fulfilled your dare” Rachel now smirked

“Yeah yeah... on it... is a photoshoot picture okay?” she looked at you

“Want to see it first” you grinned as Lucy turned her phone to show you the picture she meant

“That's not a half nude... that's you in a sports bra and jersey shorts... you run around the pitch like this” you said bewildered

“I don't have anything else” your sister defended herself

“There's a bathroom...” you pointed to the door “Get to it”

“Dear god... I really feel sorry for everyone who picks dare after me” Lucy huffed but pushed herself up walking into the bathroom locking the door behind her.

A minute later she came back her face grumpy

“That was quick...” you smirked “Experience?”

“With quickies in Bathrooms? In fact.. yes is do” your sister smirked back while half the room gagged because at least half the team walked in on Lucy and Kei getting some somewhere

Lucys phone went off and she threw it to you to open the message from Mapí. It showed Alexia in conversation with Jenni as she quickly glanced at her phone (most likely at Lucys picture) and quickly panicky turned her phone looking around horrified. It was just perfect and you immediately forwarded the clip to your phone to have back up and blackmail material.

“God... just perfect” you laughed so hard that tears were running down your face

The game continued but relatively calmly since the newbies were still a bit star struck and the veteran players went easy on them. Not when it came to you tho. Rachel dared you to jump into the pool naked from the second floor (which was quickly shut down by Keira – safety reasons and Lucy and Georgia – privacy reasons) so you had compromised with doing a backflip from the edge of the pool wearing just your underwear (Lucys boxers and a sports bra). You turned your back on Kei getting her into a slight discussion with your sister after she chose truth and you asked who satisfy her more her ex or her current girlfriend. You laughed so hard at Lucys offended face after Keira answered with “Totally different” that you fell of the couch (again). Then it was Georgias turn and she smirked at you.

“Hey Babe” your girlfriend grinned at you “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth” you answered quickly since you didn't want to find out what she would have dared you to do

“Okay... if we were married” G started before getting interrupted by Lucy

“Which is a LONG way down the road” your sister grumbled

“If we were married... if I were to cheat on you... would you stay with me?” your girlfriend asked and half the group went with a impressed “Oooooh”

“Would I stay with you if you cheated on me?” you repeated her question faking thinking about it “Yeah... yeah I would stay with you”

“Really?” Georgia looked at you surprised

“Yeah... yeah I would really stay with you” you shrugged your shoulders

“You said that so fast” G said smiling lovingly

“Wait for it” Keira mumbled knowing you wouldn't just forgive something like cheating easily

“Yeah... cus we got married... we promised each other vows and stuff” you looked at her with a blank face “...in sickness and in health till death do us apart”

“Aw... I love you so much” your girlfriend basically swooned while some of the Lionesses in the room got a soft smile on their lips

“Yeah... I'd stay with you for the rest of your tragically VERY short lived life...” you kept going and your girlfriend got big eyes

“Huh? What?” she asked a little frightened undertone

“... that ended suddenly... quickly... randomly...” you started to smirk evilly your voice calm as the sea before a storm

“Why are you so scary?” Tooney now asked

“... without a trace... no one could find you” your smirk stayed on your face as you raised an eyebrow not breaking the eye contact with your girlfriend.

Everyone looked at you. The newbies looked at you scared, the crazy veterans like Millie and Rach impressed and Lucy of course had a proud smile on her face

“Still a Bronze” your sister said proudly “Good answer Bubs”

“My turn... LJ” you smirked darkly and Keira perked up “Truth or Dare”

So did your sister but for a different reason than Keira

“Ehrm... truth?” the dark skinned woman asked and you shook your head and she quickly changed her answer “DARE!!! I take the dare”

“I dare you to stay as far away from Lucy this camp as possible without interrupting your training or schedule” you grinned as Keira pinched your side

“I'll pass” LJ said now smirking smugly

“Okay... consider this your only warning” you smirked back

“Okay... Woah... calm down” Lucy interrupted your stare off “Can't you two just get along? You were such good friends when you were younger”

“Yeah... were... correct use of past tense” you said flatly still holding eye contact with LJ

“I said I was sorry” the black haired player said

“Yeah... sorry isn't cutting it this time” you shook your head as you pushed yourself up “Friends don't do that what you did” you said before you left the room

“Bitsy” you heard Keira called after you

“y/n” you heard G simultaneously as she quickly got up to go after you

“You stay here Stanway” Lucy got in her way

“Lucy I say that with the most respect I can muster up right now but get out of my way or I'll kick your bad knee” Georgia said calmly only thinking about you in the moment not even realizing that she just threatened your sister

“Calm her down... either I or Kei will find you two” Lucy said lowly before she stepped aside letting Georgia sprinting after you

“Okay... Spill LJ.. My sister doesn't get upset that easy... what was she talking about” Lucy turned around fixing Lauren with a glare

“Something between us” the young one shrugged her shoulders “I swear I sort it out Lucy”

“You better... because as much as I admire you as a player and also as a friend but she is my sister” Lucy warned before leaving the room searching for you and Georgia as Keira looked straight at LJ

“You won't be able to fix this... but I promised her I won't take any actions against you so you can call yourself so SO lucky... and thank God that she is the bigger person” the blonde said her tone lightly threatening as she was standing up leaving to

Neither nor Keira were able to find you which was very unusual as you normally stick to places where one of them two would find you for comfort. But not this time. After 45 Minutes and more recruited veterans and without a result Keira told Lucy to give up and since Georgia was missing too she was sure you were safe

“G will keep her save Lucy...” Keira said softly as your sister looked behind the plants down by the pool again

“It's just...” Lucy started looking so lost

“I know.. but she still needs you Luce... even if she has G now...” the blonde said softly understanding immediately what Lucy was trying to say

“Yeah... it's just so.. odd... one moment I hold her hands as she's taking her first steps next moment she has a girlfriend and is all grown up” your sister mumbled

“Oh Luce.... she's still that kid that needs to hold onto your hand but she also needs to experience life” Keira said sympathetically

“You'll text when you hear something from her or G yeah?” Lucy mumbled as she gave up looking for you

“Of course” Keira smiled as she squeezed Lucys shoulder lightly

“There you are” Keira said as Georgias finger flew up to her lips signalling the blonde to keep her voice down as you were fast asleep on top of your girlfriend your face pressed into her neck your right hand on top of her heart with an icepack laying on it

“What happened?” the older one whispered as she spotted the ice pack

“Found her in the staircase punching the wall... nearly got a shiner meself” Georgia said as she adjusted her hold on you pulling you closer

“Fuck... what a mess” Keira sighed as she sat down on the bed next to you stroking some loose hairs out of your face “You need to be there for her G... no matter how hard she tries to push you away you need to stand by her”

“I won't let go, Kei... never” your girlfriend whispered pulling you as close as physical possible.

“Good... because you will face a lot of pushback and on top of that you'll have Lucy breathing down your neck” the blonde said while she kept her eyes trained on you looking for just a simple tell that you feel uneasy but to her big surprise you were completely relaxed and calm “And you are good for her G.. don't listen to anyone who tells you differently”

“Thanks Kei... means a lot to have you on my side” your girlfriend mumbled and pressed a kiss to your forehead

“Just want the best for the two of you.. now act asleep I need a picture for Lucy that her baby sister is save and sound” the blonde smirked as she pulled out her phone.

Lucy was pacing in her room as Alessia just watched her

“Hey Lucy... is y/n okay?” the young player asked sadly

“Hm?” your sister looked up from her pacing noticing Less sad face “Yeah Less... she'll be alright... you know her”

“Good... I don't like to see her upset” the blonde huffed

“Me neither Less... me neither” your sister mumbled as she got the picture of G and you “sleeping” in their room “But she's going to be okay – she has picked a good one... if you ever tell G I said that I force Brussels sprouts down your throat” your sister immediately threatened Lessi as she started to smirk

“Ugh... not the little balls of hell” the blonde gagged

“Come on blondie... let's hit the hay... Sarina will have our asses tomorrow morning for y/n fooling her with the snacks and sweets” your sister grinned as she changed into her pjs

You woke up feeling absolutely exhausted glancing around the room. After a minute you realized Georgia right next to you snoring (not so) lightly her arm holding you securely to her side.

“Go back to sleep Bitsy” Keira mumbled

“How did you know I was up?” you whispered back

“Over the years I learned to listen to your sleep even when I sleep... your breathing changed” the blonde mumbled half asleep

“It didn't” you grumbled

“It did... you stopped snoring – and now go back to sleep... it's 3.30” Keira said knowing she only had a small window where she could get you back to sleep before you were too awake and started to get antsy

“But...” you whined

“Bitsy I love you but go back to sleep... enjoy the moments you have with your girlfriend because this probably will be the last time for this Camp that Lucy will let you stay over”

“Hm... okay” you yawned and snuggled back into Georgia who - despite being asleep – pulled you closer to her

#lucy bronze x reader #keira walsh x reader #woso image #lucy bronze #georgia stanway x reader #mary earps x reader #lionesses x reader

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propertyofwhitney67 · 5 months ago

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I'm slowly descending to madness.

LIs with a dense PC. But like, thick af.

Type of PC you could look deeply into their eyes and profess your undying, unconditional devotion and love and they would laugh and say "appreciate it man, ur also my friend".

-kylar anon

Poor dumb pc

Whitney is getting real fed up with your shit and probably puts you into an encounter, "I'll make you understand" or some shit

Kylar is heartbroken, why don't you understand? Do you not love him as much as he loves you? Has he done something wrong?

Robin is of course upset but knows how dense you are

P!Sydney can also be pretty dense so it's a back and forth thing

C!Sydney is confused and hurt, do you not like him like he likes you?

Alex is confused, do you not feel the same way? Is something wrong?

Avery is angry, why are you acting like this?

Eden is also confused, what don't you understand? I mean the man kidnapped you for fuck's sake

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heyimkana · 2 months ago

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Jinwoo and S/O’s daughter is so cute and sweet! After learning how to craft flower crowns, she takes the time everyday to make some for everyone, and I mean EVERYONE. Her papa, mama, Beru, Igris, and soon this extends to the other Shadow soldiers, etc. In the Shadow Realm, every soldier that has a flower crown is just grabbing to every non-flower crown soldier that they have crowns while they have none. This starts a mini civil war.

STOPPPP THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE OMG imagining beru igris iron tank and tusk walking around with their little flower crowns 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i know for certain they wear it PROUDLY on their heads like it's an actual golden crown. maybe beru got one first and he was like "with this diadem upon mine head, I am of greater nobility than all of ye" like he'd be SO ANNOYING about it, he'll walk around with his chin held high, cackling maniacally and looking down at anyone he passes by and igris iron tusk and the rest were just jealous AF but then on the next day everyone suddenly has one and beru is crying to his princess cause he thought he was special pffffttt he wished

also i feel like jinwoo would be low-key (read: high-key) upset that he got the same kind of crown like everybody else but then his wife secretly made him another one that's made out of pretty red roses and she places it on his head, smiling so beautifully at him as she says, "i made this one for you, honey"

and he's like blushing but also confused "red roses? why?"

"because they represent eternal love 🥰"

"i'm... your eternal love...? 🥺"

and she rolls her eyes and kisses him

#beru somewhere in the background: “if sooth this be verily the case I shall seek a thousand red roses to bestow upon mine own princess!!!”#and he'd put so many roses on the baby's bed and jinwoo had to smack him on the head “they have thorns you idiot”#they're so embarrassing i hate them so much (affectionate)#headcanons.jinwoo #kana answers stuff

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nqueso-lies · 4 months ago

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Now i know DAMN WELL, YOU aren't getting upset at Lizzie for her tweets after the interview.

"If you have an interview in your hands that an actor is leaving why do all this? Why lead people on?"

Leading people on? You mean bucktommys? YOU?

You made SEVERAL posts thinking they WEREN'T breaking up based her tweets. YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF.

What were they again, let's see.

"1. This is actually a good move on her part. It looks like she's seen the writing on the wall, and she's carefully admitting she'll switch when the time comes.

2. Other bestie boos should take her advice because right now we have the biggest accounts making "hate" lists and going on their tiktoks to say they're going to be mean af when bucktommy breakup. Don't hurt yourselves, you're already awful people. No need to prove it more"

"The beauty of these unprofessionals on Twitter is that they will give away all types of things. Just like this confirmation of no bucktommy breakup on Thursday and no indication of one on the horizon."

Pretty sure you did the others as well

Oh wait. You did. Rachel’s.

"Please tell me why a bestie boo journalist wants to sleep through the live watch of 911..."

You truly are confusing. You make MULTIPLE POSTS how buddie articles/content is "baiting" and laughing at buddies but now when YOU interpret tweets INCORRECTLY, it's "why lead people on". You call her irrelevant and seem to "not care about the journalists" but you sure seem to care about what they post.

Right? Because according to you EVERYTHING is simply bait right. But not if it's bucktommy related right??

And now here you are trying to use Ryan “not being seen on set” as a “gotcha” when you know they’ve been filming outside calls only and that’s what we could see.

No one saw them breaking up except for Buddie fans and Tim even said it was premature but by design.

However, the difference between ME and those "journalists" is that I'm not getting paid to run this blog. I'm not presenting myself as a "professional" in any way.

Ryan hasn't been filming. Gavin hasn't been filming. It's not a "gotcha" it's a fact... a fact proven by your fellow buddies who show up during filming.

Also, you sound ignorant because I was pointing out how Liz-Bob posted an article out of spite because she was on a fandom block list. An anon wanted to see her tweets from after the interview, so I reblogged them...

She's a cunt. Nothing new.

#anonymous #911 abc #911 discourse #nquesu want receipts #nquesu wanna block

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andillneverbethesame · 1 year ago

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𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒕!

❥ remus lupin x fem!reader

❥ summary; you and remus can't be left alone.

❥ warnings; celebrity!au & soc. media!au

❥ a/n; inspired by taylor swift's "slut!". this is short af and it sucks, i'm sorry. but i wanted to finish it so badly......... hope u enjoy it anyway, ily yallll

the sun shone bright, its rays gently falling on your wet skin as you watched him swimming in your pool.

it was the first time remus came to visit you to los angeles as you've been in london thousand of times and wanted to show him the beauty your state has to offer. he seemed to like it so far, taking some rest from rainy england in sunny california.

the golden liquid you poured into two wine glasses almost matched the color of his hair as he swam from one end of the pool to another — to you. you handed him one of the glasses and he took it from you with a smile on his face. your fingers brushed with his, sending electricity through your entire body.

"to being young," said remus.

you nodded. "to being young."

clink, clink.

all you needed was him.

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later that day, remus took you out for dinner. you believed you've been in every single restaurant in l.a. but your boyfriend proved you wrong.

the moment you walked in, you felt almost everyone's eyes on you. anxiety rushed through your body. almost as if remus could feel it, he gave you a reassuring squeeze and the weight on your shoulders suddenly dropped.

he lead you to an empty table by the window and pulled out your chair. you sent him a smile before sitting down and he took a seat opposite to you.

that was when you made the mistake to look around, locking eyes with numerous people who weren't very excited to see you and remus together.

"ignore them, dove," remus spoke, reading the menu. "they're just jealous of how beautiful you look tonight."

you knew that wasn't the truth but you appreciated him trying enough not to say anything about it anymore. you nodded and picked up the menu and did your best to ignore the glares.

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@celebrityupdates

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@celebrityupdates well, who would've thought! actress y/n y/l/n and "the marauders" bassist remus lupin were spotted together yesterday on a date and then left together hand in hand.

12,656 comments

@user6346873 wasn't she literally dating sirius black like a week ago? bffr girl 💀

-> @siriusblack no, you bffr, she wasn't.

@remuslupinsgf NOO REMUS WHY. she'll cheat on you like she did on everyone else.

-> @user2578584 name one person she cheated and give me a proof

-> @remuslupinsgf whatever. her movies suck anyway

@user742795853 slut.

okay, maybe reading the comments of this post wasn't the best idea, you thought to yourself as if it wasn't completely obvious.

it was the morning after your date with remus and you couldn't understand how these pictures were up already. doesn't the media have better things to do instead of not respecting your privacy and talking about whos hand you're holding?

what also made you angry was that none of the comments seemed to be mentioming the fact that remus recently broke up with someone. you, on the other hand, hadn't been in a relationship for six months.

not that you wanted everyone to attack your boyfriend but you'll be the one to pay the price for the things you two have been doing together. it wasn't fair.

"what got you upset like that?" you jumped at the sound of remus's deep voice from his spot beside you. you glanced at him, your eyes softening at how beautiful he looked lying in your bed with his hair all messy.

"nothing," you mumbled, turned off your phone and placed it at your bedside table. you sighed and got up from the warmth of your covers (and remus's body) before saying, "i'm gonna go grocery shopping. there's absolutely nothing in here. you want something?"

"i'll go with you."

"i'd rather go alone. i'll be right back."

and then you left him there, in your bedroom with confusion written all over his pretty features.

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there was no point in keeping your relationship a secret. everyone knew. the picture of your and remus's faces were plastered on the front page of every magazine in north america and united kingdom (remus's friend james said so). still, you tried your best to spend as little time as possible with your boyfriend in public.

unfortunately, as soon as you left the gates of your property to meet remus, you were blinded by the harsh flashes of the cameras. it took your brain a second to register what was going on. remus was waiting there. his two bodyguards were trying to keep the paparazzi away from the two of you.

"y/n!"

"y/n! over here!"

"y/n, what's your message to the haters?"

"y/n, did you hear—"

"i'm sorry," remus spoke loudly so you could hear him well through the voices of the yelling men. "they followed me all the way from hollywood boulevard to here," he reached for your hand and interlinked his fingers with yours. "we couldn't shake them off."

before you could even open your mouth to reply, you were interrupted.

"remus! there's a rumour y/n has been hooking up with sirius black. what do you have to say to that? is it true?"

he completely ignored the question. he knew it wasn't true. you knew he knew.

remus got the door of the car for you and waited for you to get in before shutting it close. when he took a seat next to you and kissed you a "hello" before saying, "you look beautiful tonight", it was easy to forget all about the reality.

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you both were invited to the met gala which took place the very next week. the theme this year was victorian england so you were wearing a pink-white dress with poofy skirt, holding an umbrella of the same colors in your right hand and remus's hand in your left. your eyes were practically glued to him. he looked so handsome in his white shirt, which he had a vest suit over, and dark grey pants. everyone seemed to think so.

while posing for photos on the stairs, remus suddenly turned into you. his face was, out of the blue, too close to yours. you could see it in his eyes, feeling like you could read his mind.

"it's a big mistake," you said, though your smile said otherwise. "it might blow up in your pretty face."

the voice in your head was screaming at him.

do it anyway!

and he's going to.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders imagine #marauders #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin smut #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x you

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barbwritesstuff · 1 year ago

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I recently replayed the Nathan romance in Thicker Than and the added text of a Dr. Blackwell going off about his health is hilarious. Also leads to a cute domestic potental of Nathan and Blackwell bickering about him takeing better care of himself like an old married couple. I'm curious how would Blackwell's allies/friends and possbile wolfpack allies witnessing such a scene react? Who'd agree with Blackwell about Nathan needing to take his health seriously, who'd tease them both about it, and who's just confused AF at seeing a vampire Lord getting upset about the possibility of a Hunter dropping dead of a heart attack?

Hunters: "This has got to be some elaborate scheme. The vampire has a plan and needs him alive for it to work."

Blackwell: "Drink. Your. Juice. Your vitamin deficient. I don't need to drink your blood to tell."

Nathan: *drinks his orange juice*

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eta-volantis · 3 months ago

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I'm legit confused about people complaining that Hugo is no longer muscular like he's never meant to be?? Bro is a twink all the way from his art in Lycaon's backstory, they just made him somewhat more realistically proportioned in the game. Pompey is big and buff in art, for example, but in the game (or whatever we saw of him if I recall) he looks WAY more normal. And the only thing they changed from 1.5 is his head proportions!!? So his body hasn't changed at all!!? Like where are people getting that he's buffed??

What get me is people saying Lighter is actually slim when bro got cake IN GAME (which is a treat, thank you ZZZ). He wears clothes that fits him, guys. If the women like Evelyn and Caesar get the same treatment, their boobas also won't look as big. Like if you look at Zhu Yuan, while her booba his huge it looks more like how it actually is wearing clothes while still have fanservice flairs.

Like I'm so sorry Hugo is pretty and has some femininity because apparently that is a crime for men to have. Clearly he's not for you then like if you're upset he's not a bodybuilder and that he has a cute face.

If they had changed him completely, I'd kinda get that they gave a different expectation, but he hardly changed!! They just brushed him up to make him standout more as a playable character ong

Edit:

I also want to point out that Hugo is tall af because Lycaon currently stands at 198cm so Hugo is likely at least 180+cm in height at the very least like even standing next to Lycaon, he is not a small man he is just small by comparison because Lycaon is MASSIVE

Like going by other screenshots where Hugo is standing more in line with Lycaon, he's likely ~185cm since he reaches around Lycaon's eyes height

#hugo vlad #zenless zone zero #zzz #sorry it just has been bothering me so much #maybe it's my nonbinary ass getting annoyed at people's dated ideas of masculinity and femininity #and like if this is just a 'well we have big booba women give us more big chested me ripping out of their clothes!' I wouldn't care tbh #that is fair and real #but some of these people also trash Trigger and how they won't pull for her because she's gooner bait #but then you want the men to be magazine muscular and buff #which at this point most of us know is unrealistic and detrimental as big boobas essentially #and the insane thing is that Hugo IS muscular I can bet you that he is but he is just slimmer body #like bro is made for the twink and twunk ikeman enjoyers #this reminds me of another game where the popular romance option is a short king #and they made a mod to make him taller and buffer #like bruh

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is cloud also a lesbian in your mind? i feel like the dynamic between cloud and sephiroth would be interesting either way. either we've got "here's this cis man who gets she/her as soon as he puts on a dress, and he doesn't even want it" or "gay rivalry" and those both slap :D also your art is AWESOME and i think it's SO COOL

haha yes my cloud is butch, i've posted art of it a couple times and am planning to draw more of it. it took me a long time to settle on this hc before "debuting" it because i wanted to be sure i could defend my choice if prompted, much as i did for sephiroth. i think cloud's relationship with gender is compelling and complex. i'm going to put most of this under a readmore because it's going to end up long as hell even if i show restraint.

the shinra propaganda machine made the military and SOLDIER many young people's heroes as a very idealized version of masculinity, strength, and courage. cloud aspired to all three of these traits in a way that i feel resonates with a lot of kids who don't totally relate to being a "girl," speaking from experience. i also just think child cloud's design really gives little tomboy energy.

cloud's character arc is a conflict of identity and self-actualization (in some ways, so is sephiroth's). i can imagine him seeing zack as a model of positive masculinity in his life and latching onto it in his post-coma confusion. gender is confusing even without a very fractured sense of self. some butches might identify as transmasc for a while; some continue to identify with the term, while for others, time and reflection leads them to settle more comfortably in ambiguity- butch, nonbinary, etc. i see cloud falling somewhere in this spectrum in the end. i think, ultimately, he does not identify as a man, while still wanting to be masc. he/him lesbian, more genderqueer than binary. i do think he was on T for a bit. being butch is awesome.

but as to the idea of a "gay rivalry" between cloud and sephiroth, i am not interested in sefikura because the knowledge that cloud idealized sephiroth as a child and worked under her as a teenager makes me uncomfortable. but i do find their dynamic in ffvii and onwards to be compelling in a lot of ways and hope to draw them interacting more often. since you're asking about their gender presentation, i'm especially amused by the idea of younger cloud being like, "man i hope i can be masc like sephiroth one day" when sephiroth herself comes to identify as a woman in the end. oops!

i like cloti, believe it or not, despite its very heteronormative depictions in a lot of fan content and, let's be honest, some canon. so i would say i enjoy my personal vision for cloti, just as i do enjoy my personal vision for aeriseph. for me (as a lesbian), tifa's affection and commitment to him makes a looot more sense through the lens of "i WANT that fail butch." we've all been there. on the whole, cloti is a lot more messy and complicated than many domestic-cloti-bliss fans typically acknowledge, when that's what interests me in the first place.

as for the wall market section, i never really saw the crossdressing scene as gender-affirming. it's definitely funny (aerith and tifa are SO into it, it's hysterical). cloud didn't exactly enjoy it, but he didn't seem upset, moreso embarrassed. very butch to me.

as a final note, these days it can sometimes be hard for me to truly latch onto a character if i cannot come at them from some kind of lesbian angle, but for me it typically has to be well-thought-out. anyway, this has been long af but thanks also for the compliment about my art! i'm very glad to be able to draw again after an injury-related hiatus.

#ask #txt #cloud strife #sephiroth #tifa lockhart #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #one thing about me is that i do not play about lesbian hcs

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intern-seraph · 2 months ago

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PSA: there's someone on ao3 advertising an ai-generated story site via "fanfic"

Okay so. I cannot prove that this person is a bot, but they're either a bot or someone who works with the site they're advertising. Either way, they're... not very good at hiding the scheme once you dig a little. With a fucking spoon. Long post beneath the cut.

The user in question goes by FantasiaStories, which happens to also be the name of the website in question. Funny, that. They have posted 38 works in the past 2 months for a variety of fandoms, including TWST, which is how I found them. Other fandoms include CoD, Genshin Impact, JJK, and Marvel. The works are pretty much solely NSFW reader-insert fics. First red flag: in the notes of EVERY fic, beginning or end notes (it varies), they advertise their website. Examples (WARNING: suggestive text):

Okay. Weird. Suspicious, even! I am, of course, wary of weird links to unknown sites (as we should all be!). We will talk about that site in a bit.

Now, like, this isn't bad in and of itself. Whatever, maybe it's a personal site or something. Now, I took a look at one of the Malleus fics they put out a couple weeks ago.

First person POV isn't really my thing, so I ended up not finishing it beyond the first few sentences. Forgot about it, put it out of my mind, whatever.

Today, I was once again trawling the tag, looking for some good stuff (or for updates of the fics I'm following), and I see this:

Oo, looks fun! The tags sound familiar, though... Whatever. Let's take a look, see if it seems good —

And I immediately noticed: THIS IS THE SAME FUCKING FIC???

EXHIBIT A: THE RECENT FIC

EXHIBIT B: THE EARLIER FIC

IT'S THE SAME FUCKING FIC!!! I literally checked the author's profile to see if they were, perhaps, stealing from another writer, but NO! THEY JUST COPY-PASTED THE DAMN THING!

Okay. So now I'm confused. Upset, even. What the fuck is going on here? Who is this "FantasiaStories", and what is this site they keep hawking?

Well.

Ahah.

After sending some baffled texts to my friend, reporting the duplicate fics to Ao3 T&S for advertising, and several hours of waffling (and playing vidya games) about whether or not to click the link, I clicked the fucking link. I need to know what's going on. This is WEIRD.

WELL! The site is janky as all hell, first of all. Like, look at this shit:

Yeah, probably optimized for mobile but that is UGLY on desktop. And yes, that horribly-stretched png is a functional button! Shockingly. Let's go "learn how to play".

ah yes. the user guice. Welcome to visit our website :)))

So I scroll past the instructions on how to create an account, because I am not here to make an account. I am here to find the fucking truth. At first, the instructions give off the energy of this being an erotic mad libs site.

There's a feature for a narrator to read the text out loud to you as well. Personally I would crawl out of my skin but to each their own —

Oh. Ohhhh. Oh I see.

Now, when I look back at the Malleus fic that started all this, I noted something that, to anyone who has not played TWST, would go completely under the radar. I have helpfully highlighted this issue in the following screenshot:

The fic describes his eyes as being "gold and amber"

Any self-respecting TWST enjoyer knows that Malleus hAS GREEN EYES HOLY SHIT HIS WHOLE COLOR SCHEME IS BLACK AND GREEN YOU FUCKING SHAM! YOU CHARLATAN! YOU SCAMMER! This is SUCH a basic fact about his design that I simply cannot believe an actual human fan wrote this shit. ALSO the whole thing is generic af and it feels like malleus was just put in there because name recognition. this shit isn't malleus.

IN CONCLUSION: FANTASIASTORIES ON AO3 IS ALMOST CERTAINLY NOT WRITING THE STORIES THEY POST THEMSELVES, THEY ARE USING THEIR DOGSHIT WEBSITE THAT THEY KEEP ADVERTISING IN THE NOTES TO GENERATE AI SLOP FICS!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!

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Haiii It's me i'm the rambler about the HyperDark aftermath, and I did in fact decide to write a fic!! you can read it here :3 (I think. I've never posted on ao3 before and i feel like an old man trying to navigate the post section LMFAOOO)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65249035/chapters/167854456

I hope you enjoy it! Im a very very VEERRYYY beginning writer, and I don't really care to adhere to any sort of writing 'etiquette', I just do as i please!! Truly, I hope you enjoy :3

OHHHH LETS GO I WAS WAITING FOR THIS IM SO EXCITED

when i saw its multiple chapters I got so excited THERES MORE !!!

I loved the first chapter a lot <3 it was a bit fun (bc of everyone confusion abt sonadow fighting) and interesting to see Sonic’s reaction, even though he’s mad af at Shadow he still worries.

It’s not easy bc at the end yeah, Shadow was unaware of what happened BUT that doesn’t not excuses him, and the damage he did to Sonic is still there and he’s allowed to be upset

so happy to see you writing, i will be there for every upset first in line 😈

#hyperdark au #hyper shadow x dark sonic au #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog

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menofsweaters · 7 months ago

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Okay, I finally broke down and read the MHA epilogue leaks and I'm throwing my thoughts at the wall here so they'll get out of my brain. I fully did NOT seek these leaks out, but I was inundated with them all over tumblr, Insta, and even TikTok.

First and foremost, canon genuinely means very little to me. 90% of my enjoyment of MHA comes from fan works, including creating my own AUs and whatnot with friends, so like... canon being bad can't hurt me. I'm also old and have lived through way worse queerbaiting and fandom wars. There's also probably a lot lost in translation that we don't know yet and won't know until the official release. 🤷‍♀️

In no particular order, here is my brain dump on:

Izuocha and shipping in general

- as mentioned above, I don't really care about canon and I don't think ships need to be canon to be meaningful and enjoyable. I'll ship characters who never meet. I'll ship characters from completely different fandoms. Who's gonna stop me? In general, I think the shippers need to stop putting so much emphasis on a particular ship being canon.

- ALL THAT BEING SAID, BKDK was my first MHA ship and it's incredibly important to a lot of people. I think Hori had the opportunity to do something with that relationship that would have been groundbreaking, and he chose not to. He also had the opportunity to simply not focus on any ships and he didn't do that either, soooo... yeah. I think it's okay to be bitter that we still can't have a canon queer ship in shounen. It's reasonable to be disappointed. BKDK and Togachako were the most moving and complex relationships portrayed in the entire manga, in my humble opinion, and it does sting that they got pushed aside.

- I am not a fan of Izuocha, even though I generally like Ochaco. I just find it boring. I'm not enthused by het ships in general, but Izuocha in particular has zero chemistry in my eyes. They're also very similar characters in their mannerisms and personality, and I prefer "opposites attract" type ships that are more dynamic. I prefer Izuku and Ochaco as besties. They went through such similar traumas during the war, being unable to save someone that truly mattered to them, I would prefer to think of this ending as them helping each other move past their PTSD to rekindle a closer friendship.

- ALL OF THAT BEING SAID, while the chapter did not explicitly pair up ANY couples (except apparently Mushroom Girl and Vantablack? which is?? cute but random???), it's definitely implied that Izuocha is pursuing a romantic relationship. Feel free to tell yourself something different but it is what it is.

The hero rankings and other random plot crumbs

- the rankings also felt so incredibly random to me?? Best Jeanist dropping below Mt. Lady? what??

- good on Lemillion being number one though, I always imagine him in the top spot and I think the MHA world needs a hero like that to lift their spirits after the war. It makes sense that he's popular.

- also makes sense that Shouto is number two but wtf do you mean AIR CONDITIONING HERO

- so many of the updated character designs on the adult heroes are BAD, but Jeanist looks slick

- they changed Shinsou's hero name? for why? and gave him a bad haircut??

- absolutely no mention of how Hawks and All Might are working to revamp the hero rankings system, do not accept this

- Mirio is one of my favorite characters but his scene was weird af

- so many inconsistencies in the art style and messaging

- people randomly saying ominous things with no follow through like "heroes won't be around for much longer" or whatever

- I saw someone mention an implication that Bakugou is married to a woman but I didn't find any sign of that in the leaks, so I think that's fake. I know everyone is upset about Dynamight being number 15, and I agree that's too low, but that irritation is low on my list of grievances.

- the whole conversation between Baku and Deku about joining his agency was confusing and unfulfilling? I get why Deku would say no to being a sidekick, but I also don't feel like that's what Bakugou was offering, and they had the conversation in the car with Kirishima... just awkward. Which segues into my next talking point

Horikoshi's writing as a whole

- I think you can easily track the degradation of Hori's writing from the vigilante Deku arc to now. It's disjointed, confusing, often strays from established themes, and meanders around on weird tangents. It's... not great. It's not awful, but not great, especially for an epic climax/epilogue. Which is fine! He's a human being, not a content machine! But I think it's fair for fans to be disappointed that the writing has gone downhill, especially since the art has improved and become much more dynamic and interesting at the same time.

- in my view, it's incredibly easy to see that Hori lost his passion and was completely burnt out on MHA as we approached the end. The writing reflects a desire to wrap up everything quickly. Vital details are written in text rather than shown on the page. Storylines and themes are abandoned. Characters die, fail, or excel completely off screen. Hori spends more screen time and puts more emphasis on random side characters (see: Dai and the figure escaped a basement and was saved by that grandmother) rather than main characters, probably because it would be too difficult to give better endings to the main characters.

- you can also see the difference between the complex symbolism and plot points set up since the very beginning in earlier chapters, and all of that complexity and the hopeful vibes are bled away at the end. It's sad, actually.

- I saw an interesting take that this final chapter is Hori trying to make everyone happy - implying Izuocha while leaving BKDK still kind of open, making Deku a teacher AND a hero, listing all of the rankings, etc. and I think this is the theory that makes the most sense to me. He's taking a safer route and trying to please as many fans as possible, while unfortunately disappointing everyone.

- I've also heard that there's pressure from editors or Shounen Jump to have the series end this way, but I don't know about that. I'd think they would want to keep milking this cash cow forever. Maybe that partially explains the lack of queer canonical ships.

- SPEAKING OF WHICH, I've heard consistently from the fanbase that Hori is more progressive and more queer-friendly than other mangaka, but I honestly haven't seen any proof of this. Feels like wishful thinking. I've also hear that he's had other canon gay and trans characters, but the only ones I know of are Magne and Tiger, both characters that are simply implied to be gender nonconforming and maybe trans. But these are also not necessarily great portrayals, even if they are intended to be canon. Maybe there are characters in other works of his that I don't know about.

- maybe I'm jaded, but I also can't shake the assumption that Hori purposefully implied Izuocha at the end because he doesn't like his main characters being seen as gay. We've seen this in many other fathoms. Even if Hori didn't want to make BKDK canon, there are other popular queer ships that could have been given a tiny spotlight if he really wanted to have that representation.

- this is going back to shipping a bit, but Hori had this entire manga to create a meaningful relationship between Izuku and Ochaco and he just... didn't? Instead he literally and figuratively pushed them together at the end? Why not show them going on cute dates and getting closer? Why not a kiss? It just feels like a half-hearted cop-out. Ochaco has more chemistry and more screen time with Toga's ghost living in her brain than with Izuku. I am not exaggerating.

- I think Hori has a major case of "oops I accidentally wrote a powerful queer love story" syndrome (see also: Destiel) and just didn't know what to do with that. There's so little room for chemistry with other characters when you make the entire story about Bakugou and Izuku's relationship. 👀

- I think a lot of fans put Hori on a pedestal and expected perfection, but it turns out he's just one guy and he can't please everyone. I never got the vibe that he was a particularly great writer, and I never got the vibe that he was going to make BKDK canon. I think he (kind of like a certain JKR) created an amazing world and beloved characters, and then really fumbled at the very end when all the pressure was on.

Okay, I think I've cleansed my brain enough of all this.

TLDR: I think Horikoshi's writing has unfortunately been going downhill for a long time and this is the culmination of that. I feel bad for the man because he's probably under so much pressure and so burnt out - he wants to be done. Maybe we would have gotten something better if Hori could take some extended breaks or hand off the manga to someone else.

I'm disappointed about BKDK but more in an "I'm disappointed that we couldn't have this representation in 2024" way than a personal way. I would have preferred no ships. I'll keep enjoying fan content of lots of different ships that aren't canon and you should too! The canon can't hurt you! I hope we get the queer shounen we all deserve one day.

#mha final volume #mha manga spoilers #mha spoilers #bkdk #togachako #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #mha leaks

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