#the 100th is an exception

[bringerofdarkness-fancomic]

Bringer of Darkness: Arc 1, Page 28.

That can't be good....

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[oya-oya-okay]

I decided to do a kind of challenge!~💕💕 I don't know if anyone will do it, but WW

• The cards you received very early (NO MORE THAN 10 PULLS or more if it was the earliest you had)

• The cards you received after spending 100 pulls

• When you received more than 1 SSR at once

• The cards that made you cry because you couldn't get them in the end (refused to receive them because of another card or just didn't get it)

[jackboxconfess]

I'm so sorry Schmookie shippers, but that one voiceline from YDKJ: Offline you keep using? The full context of that joke was that Schmitty was scolding Cookie like a father would his child, and the "i love you cookie" was him doing the "I'm not going to directly apologize to you" apology dads tend to do, except the joke is he's not his dad, he's his co-worker, and the thing about the constitution was referring to the question. It's not gay, i'm sorry! I ship Schmookie like it's my lifeblood, i fucking love toxic old men yaoi, but that voice line is not gay.

However, there is that line where Schmitty falls asleep in his soundbooth and dreams of Cookie taking a shower naked inside the soundbooth with him still being in there, and that is so very gay the whole context just makes it gayer. Like, why are you dreaming about your co-worker naked and taking a shower in the soundbooth you're currently recording in? So very gay..and he's like flustered the entire time, angry flustered, and a little bamboozled near the end, but still flustered!

congrats on being the 100th confession, anon!

[chenfordswopez]

Nikki and Nate are what Quinn and Puck wanted to be.

[starspaceace]

in other news the watcher guys said they’re moving to their own platform away from youtube and charging money for things that were free to watch before so. rip that i guess

[narcan-necromancer]

I hate that my white mom gave me her white last name instead of giving me my father's last name or at least a hyphenated last name. She was a conservative racist bigot. My father is Hawaiian, Filipino and Chinese. When I was a child, she would tell me that she wished that I had her ex-boyfriend's blonde hair and blue eyes. It's fucking embarrassing to not have the same last name as my sisters. I didn't learn about my culture or the illegal to take over of Hawai'i until she died and I went to live with him. She was a military loving boot licker that used to be in the Navy. I remember her bitch ass threw me a racist 'Hawai'ian' themed birthday party when I was a child and made me wear a coconut shell bra, a plastic lei and one of those cheap plastic hula skirts. If there's a hell, I hope she's looking up at me and disappointed in the person I've become because that means that I've become an alright person in that department.

[larapaulussen]

Recently this illo got reblogged a lot and while I still liked my design choices I feel I've grown out of this messy drawing style so I wanted to redraw it. And so I did. It's still one of my dreams to illustrate the whole Silmarillion (and get paid to do it ;) ) one day. This book helped me so much when times were dark during my childhood by helping me escape to some magical worlds.

As I needed some diversion from just working on my bachelorthesis, I decided to draw a quick Silmarillionfanart.Melian and Elwe/Thingol on their first encounter.

[ongreenergrasses]

thg ask responses are coming later i need to do something else with my time lol but i see them! i will get to them i swear 💞

[dunzella]

Yandere! Childhood Friend

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend whose stuck in a fantasy world. A delusion so deep, so all-consuming, that it has swallowed you whole.

You don't know how long you been here, Reality and fantasy have blurred together, days melting into weeks, weeks stretching into years. It's been so long, at first, you thought it was just a visit. A nostalgic trip back to your childhood home, back to him. You hadn’t seen him in years; not since you moved away. He looked the same, sounded the same, just… older.

The moment you stepped through the door, he hugged you so tight your ribs ached.

"Missed you so much," he murmured glad to have you back in his arms for the 100th or 1000th time? he lost count again. "It’s been forever."

But that was a lie, it hasn't been forever.

It had been a few days.

Then a few weeks.

Then a few years.

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend who never moved on after you left. Something inside him broke the day you moved away, snapping under the weight of loneliness and grief. He never made new friends. He never let go. He only waited.

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend lost his parents soon after. They tried to get him help, but he didn’t want help. He wanted you. And when they tried to take him away from the house, your house, his house, he made sure they never left.

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend who never stopped loving you. You were his first and only friend, his first love. And now you’re his only everything.

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend whose house is frozen in time rotting slowly. The walls still had old crayon drawings. The kitchen still smelled like your favorite snacks. Child like drawing littered the whole place. Nothing changed.

Nothing except you.

"I’m not really hungry."

The words barely left your lips before his body stiffened, grip tightening around the knife in his hands. The kitchen went silent. Too silent. His eyes once warm, once bright were empty. Cold.

Then he smiled.

"Rule number one," he whispered, "everyone must play."

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend clings to your childhood games like a lifeline. Make-believe, dress-up, tea parties, it’s all second nature to him. He hums the same songs, says the same lines. His movements are practiced, rehearsed.

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend who still plays house. He sets the table like he used to. He hands you a plastic teacup, expecting you to take it. If you refuse, his fingers twitch, his smile falters, just for a second, before he laughs.

"You’re so silly!" he coos, nudging it closer. "You always loved tea parties, remember?"

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend when he plays ‘house’ now, it’s different. He kissed your shoulders, your neck, your skin, sick with need, sighing out your name like a prayer. Holding your hands above your head as he fucked you into the mattress, chanting, groaning, crying. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend who silenced your sobs with sloppy, desperate kisses. Tears blurred your vision. Your body trembled. Your mind screamed. This was torture.

But he didn’t feel bad. Because this was all part of the game.

And you have to play.

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend who remembers every round. Every argument. Every escape attempt. Every death. But he never acknowledges it. He pretends it’s all brand new, because if he breaks character, if he lets reality sink in, the illusion will shatter.

And he can’t let that happen.

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend who tries to convince you to stay, the thirtieth time you learned the truth, you found his journal under the bed. Pages upon pages detailing each cycle. You always run away, always forget, always come back

Run away, forget, come back.

Run away, forget, come back.

The twentieth time, you jumped from the second-story window.

The fiftieth time, he held your hand and jumped with you. Laughing as if it were just another game

And then, It all started over.

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend wishes that maybe this time, this round, you won’t try to leave. That maybe this time, you’ll stay. So he doesn't have to play afraid that you'll run away, perhaps he gets to finish the game.

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend who doesn’t understand why you keep trying to leave. "We have everything here!" His voice cracks, frustration bleeding through his cheerful tone. "You don’t have to work. We have money. No bills. No depressing jobs."

"You think the outside world is better?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "You think you’re missing out on something?" His hands clench into fists, and for the first time in a long time, he drops the act completely.

He sees it in your eyes. The panic. The realization.

The way your breath hitches. The way your fingers tremble.

And his heart clenches when you whisper, "I need to leave."

You always say that.

And he always stops you.

His fingers dug into your wrists. "Why do you keep trying to ruin it?"

His voice softens, turns almost pleading. "Here, anything is possible."

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend watches as you break coming to the realization this isn't the first time you did this. You screamed. You shook. You begged to leave. But he doesn’t let you.

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend who hugs you tight, whispering sweet comforts, rocking you back and forth. His voice holds nothing malicious just pure innocent adoration.

"It’s okay. It’s okay. We don’t have to fight anymore."

♥︎ Yandere! Childhood Friend loving holds out his hand for you to take, saying how he'll always be here for you, you have everything you need here, everything here is unchanged, he will never change.

★ Yandere! Childhood Friend who beams when you finally give in, when you stop fighting and let him lead you back into his twisted, frozen world, his whole face lights up.

✿ Yandere! Childhood Friend who played every game that comes to mind, from pillow fights to hide and seek. Running through the house like children, untouched by time.

He hugs you tight happy, For the first time in years, you aren’t fighting him. After hundreds of rounds, he can love you without resistance.

And so, the game ends the way it always should have.

He drinks poison.

You slit your wrists.

And as the world dims, he cups your face, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, green eyes filled with childlike wonder.

For a moment, he sees it, the two of you as kids.

"I'm sleepy now.." you murmur, voice slurred, eyes heavy. which made Yandere! Childhood Friend smile gently before nodding, "Okay," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Let’s go to sleep."

The lights flicker out.

~

Dream. Just dream.

Dream of everything you’ve lost. Dream of everything you were meant to be.

Dream of the places you’ll never see.

Because when the sun rises, the grave will yawn open, and time will wake from its slumber.

But not yet.

For now, sleep. Let the night wrap around you, soft and endless. Let the dream stretch on, unbroken.

Because in his arms, time is still.

In his arms, you will never leave.

The first thing you hear when you wake is his voice.

"Missed you so much." he murmurs, hugging you tight.

"It’s been forever."

[perfectlyvalid49]

I think that there are some people who are unfamiliar with the history of antisemitism who aren’t seeing all the different angles of attack that are being used against Jews in the United States right now, so let’s take a minute to examine them.

First, there’s the super obvious attacks that are listed here. The shootings at Tree of Life and at Poway, the Unite the Right rally, the massive increase in antisemitic hate crimes – these are all obviously antisemitic, and really difficult to deny as such unless you’re already really antisemitic.

But we have to take a step back and ask why people are becoming increasingly violent against Jews. Because that’s where there’s antisemitism that a lot of people either don’t see, or refuse to acknowledge. And that’s what @procrazedfan is missing when they said “I don’t think so this time.”

So, I want to start by talking about about the Nazis. Because they also went after non-Jewish people. They targeted non-Aryans, trans people, the rest of the LGBT+ community, and eventually people of other faiths. That list looks awfully similar to the one upthread. But Nazis went after these people because they thought that they were tools Jews were using to destroy German society. And the Republicans are going after these people because they’re tools that the globalists are using to destroy white society. And by globalist, they absolutely mean Jew. There are a million conspiracy theories floating around about why things are so terrible, and virtually all of them point to globalists (Jews), or the Rothschilds (Jews) or George Soros (a Jew) as the base of the problem.

And before anyone starts to think that this is only a problem on the right, the left has the same sort of conspiracies, just tailored to their beliefs, and using the words "Zionist" or "Israel" to mean Jews instead. Trump is in power, at least in part, because the left was too busy attacking Jews or people they perceived to be allies of Jews to even consider the harms a Trump presidency might bring.

And if you’re response to that is, “Well, yeah, but Jews aren’t being directly targeted by Trump’s policies,” then first off, you’re wrong, a lot of Jews are being/will be directly harmed by the laws enforcing Christian supremacy that he’s enabling (just as a start), but also, you’re falling for the plan. You see, for centuries, when kings didn’t want the populace mad at them, they’d find a way to redirect to the Jews. In medieval Europe, this looked like making tax collector one of the few jobs available to Jews, and then getting the commoners mad at the tax *collectors* instead of the guy levying the tax. Hundreds of years later Jews STILL have a reputation of being greedy, even though they were basically just guys who worked for the IRS because the other option was to starve.

Under Trump, it’s going to look like Jews not being the target of legislation that hurts other people. When those people and their allies are rightfully mad that they’re being hosed, it will not be hard for a few people in the right places to shift that anger from the administration (where it belongs) onto the people the administration wants you mad at.

We’re already starting to see this in action. Trump is cracking down on the pro-Palestine protesters in the name of fighting antisemitism. He’s actually testing out how far he can go with limiting freedom of speech and doesn’t care at all about antisemitism, but because he says it’s to fight antisemitism, people who care about freedom of speech are going to be mad about Jews “weaponizing antisemitism” to silence their detractors, and not at the administration that’s actually doing the silencing.

People are going to be mad under the Trump administration. I cannot imagine a future in which he does not make things worse for almost everyone*, and I think it’s going to be bad enough that the populace is going to need the pressure release of a mass violent action, and that’s where this is all going to come together. The right and left both already have conspiracies about how what they’re mad about is the Jews’ fault, and the administration is going to stoke that by making it look like we’re benefiting from their bad actions. They’re coming for us, it’s just slow enough and subtle enough that people who have forgotten what it looked like in the past won’t see it.

*I actually think that with what he’s going to for climate change, he’ll make things worse for actually everyone, even the people who benefit the most from his administration, but that’s a separate rant.

"The fascists hate you too" "they'll come for you next" bitch they are coming for me first. I'm fucking Jewish

[joonjuul]

fallen angel. jjk

pairing: demon!jk x angel!reader

wc: 3.3k

warnings: dom!jk, manipulative!jk, virgin!reader, pwp except i spent a lot of time making it sound somewhat decent, unedited, corruption kink, slight noncon, slight coercion, light fingering (f receiving), light overstimulation (f receiving), multiple orgasms, crying, jk is a demon and wants to ruin a pretty little angel

a/n: reqs open ^_^

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he was corrupt, wicked, borderline menacing. an angel who had once been kind and forgiving, yet somehow strayed away from his path and found himself at the steps of hell.

perverted, demonic, every horrible and malevolent thing you could ever dream of, rolled up into one sinfully handsome man. every bone in his body was structured by the gods, but every thought in his head was straight from the devil himself.

and yet here you were, the picture of perfect innocence, a halo upon your head and an angelic glow that radiated down to your feet, kneeling before him, begging desperately for his forgiveness.

it’s strange and mildly confusing how you ended up here, and you prayed to any god that would listen to allow you to spread your wings and carry yourself as far and fast away from this place as you could, but no god could hear you now. for you were in the most dishonorable place known to man, begging for your mercy upon your accidental trespassing.

it was never your intention to stray away from home, nor was it ever your intention to collapse at the gates that are neither pearly nor white. yet here you sat, your knees aching and pink beneath you, wrists restrained behind your back and the remnants of tears stained to your cheeks.

“please.” is all your throat can emit, pleading with the demon for what felt like the 100th time to show you even the slightest bit of mercy, but the way he smiled down at you, his hands held carefully in front of him, and his head cocked to the side gave you no hope whatsoever.

he took a step forward, approaching your vulnerable state and admiring the piece of art before him. an angel, and a beautiful one at that, just somehow stumbled upon his hellish lair. it was a gift he could not refuse.

he leaned down, your faces leveling out between each other as his eyes scanned you carefully. his body ached at the thought of defiling you, using you until he pleases, corrupting your precious form until you couldn’t move nor speak. you were simply too tempting to resist.

he took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up gently, your skin glistening in the tender light.

“please won’t cut it this time, darling. you broke the rules, you know angels aren’t supposed to stray down here.” for a demon, his voice was sweet. soft-spoken. but you couldn’t help the pit that formed in your stomach at his words.

he tucks a hair behind your ear carefully. his touch somewhat soft despite the thoughts he was conjuring in his mind. brutal things he could do to you, things that should not be spoken, never mind performed on such a gentle creature like yourself.

“you’ll be a good girl for me, yes? accept your punishment?” he raises back to his feet, circling your frame as he decides where to begin. “i can’t promise i’ll go easy on you, angel.” you feel another tear forming at his words, the fear within your body now becoming otherworldly. never had you been consumed with such terror.

he’s quick to grab your arms, already tied tightly behind your back as he lifts you too your feet swiftly, noticing your already disheveled and panicked state.

“don’t start crying on me now, darling. we haven’t even started yet.” he taunts, closing in behind you as he tightens his grip around your wrists.

his breath is hot on your neck as he leans in closer to you, a pit forming deeper within your stomach at every step he makes.

“don’t make it harder on yourself.” you shudder at his words, feeling his hands move from your wrists to your sides, drawing circles along your perfect skin, skin that had yet to be touched, yet to be corrupted.

you close your eyes tightly, stifling the sobs that threaten to leave your mouth. however, this only spurs him on more. the sounds of your muffled sobs only fueling his desire to hurt you more and more.

he groans gently at your noises, his hands upon your skin gripping you tighter, hard enough to pepper bruises along your supple skin. you can feel him press into you from behind, his hard on painfully obvious against your flimsy skirt, doing barely anything to conceal you from his manhood.

your breath hitches in your throat as you feel him against you, circling along your bum, pulling you closer towards him. here you were, the picture of perfect innocence, about to be defiled, and the worst part was, you couldn’t help the pool that began to form in your panties at his unrequited touch, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

your ears perk as you hear him take a deep inhale, consuming your scent, the smell of your desire filling his senses completely, only making it harder for him to control himself.

“now that’s not very angelic is it, darling?” his dark voice vibrates through your entire body, his breath hot on your neck as he brings his hands down under your skirt.

you begin to squirm at his movements, trying to release yourself from his hold but it’s no use. you were no match for a demon like jeon jungkook.

“now now, be still, i don’t bite.” he carefully pulls your panties down, releasing a string of your arousal all the way from your dripping cunt, down to your panties which are now hung along your ankles.

jungkook takes another deep inhale, relishing in the smell of your desire, and the traces of embarrassment and humiliation that go along with it.

“poor thing, never felt true pleasure.” he mutters under his breath, pulling your panties out from your ankles, leaving you completely exposed to his future wrongdoings.

you sniffle, finally having given up, knowing that your attempts at escaping are useless, and preparing yourself for what’s to come.

“it’s not pleasure. it’s sinful.” you feel the words slip out from your mouth before you have time to retract them, knowing that you talking back will only make things worse for you.

your body tenses as you feel him slowly move up from under you, placing his hands on your shoulders to turn you to face him.

his eyes are dark, whether with lust or corruption, you weren’t sure. he traces over your figure, your shaking legs, your hands still tied tightly behind your back, your tear stained cheeks and pouty lips.

he smirks, his fantasy was unraveling perfectly.

he places a finger under your chin, tilting your head to look up at him.

“sin is pleasure, angel.”

before you can process what’s happening, you can feel his fingers tracing your folds carefully. your legs no longer able to hold you up as you collapse against his chest, but he never once fumbles in his ministrations.

you feel a whimper escape your lips, and you fall into a deeper pit of guilt knowing no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to avoid the pleasure the demon brings to your body, even if it was against every belief you ever had.

“shhh, it’s okay sweetheart.” he pats your head gently, holding you close to his chest as he continues teasing your folds, gathering the slick that had accumulated and bringing it to your hole, gently prodding at your entrance. “i’m going to make you wish you were a demon all along.”

you feel another tear trace your cheek as you begin to sob harder now, his touch both comforting and immoral, only confusing your body and your mind even more.

before you have time to process, you can feel yourself being laid down back on the floor, his broad figure now above yours, but his fingers never ceasing, as he carefully inserts one into your untouched body.

you gasp harshly, your hole cautiously opening itself to his finger, but not without a sharp pain filling your insides.

“god you really are untouched, aren’t you?” jungkook’s fingers begin to pump in and out of you, his pace quickening faster than you have time to adjust to, your body writhing as the pain builds in your lower abdomen, and your voice hushed as you whimper and cry at his movements.

“you can’t even handle my fingers, how on earth are you going to be able to handle my cock, little one?” his words reverberate through your body, your mind bouncing as you comprehend what he’s saying. if his finger was this painful, what would a cock feel like?

you feel your body get hot at the thought of the pain you would soon have to endure, your eyes welling with tears once more, and you barely have time to prepare before he adds a second finger, the pain only increasing as he stretches you in ways you never knew were possible.

“p-please.” you’re begging for anything, for forgiveness, for him to stop, maybe for him to even go faster.

“what’s wrong, baby? can’t handle it?” he’s mocking you, mocking your state, the situation you’ve gotten yourself into. and for a moment you think you’re filled with enough rage you could push him off you then and there, but then, something happens. he curls his fingers.

you feel the moan slip past your lips, your mind going blank as the pain suddenly disappears and it’s replaced with something much much stronger; pleasure.

you’re shocked, the writhing of your lower body morphing into small ruts as your mind subconsciously seeks out more.

but the demon hanging above you, couldn’t be less shocked.

“that’s a girl. feels good, doesn’t it?” you let out another moan at his words and you begin to feel a sensation building within your stomach, something you’ve never felt before.

it wasn’t painful, but it was like you were reaching for something that couldn’t quite be grasped. was it, anticipation?

jungkook watches carefully as you turn into a blabbering mess beneath him. you hadn’t even noticed he had untied your wrists several minutes earlier. you were too busy riding on a high that was unknown to you.

he can only feel the pressure building in his pants at your disheveled state. it was always one of his fantasies to corrupt a beautiful, pure angel like you. and the sight before him was enough to make him release into his pants right then and there.

your mind had now been completely forgotten, your body taking over completely as every sense in your body was filled with overwhelming pleasure. the way his fingers curled inside of you and perfectly aligned with pieces within you not even you knew existed only brought you closer and closer to the edge, if you knew what the edge was.

your breath quickens as you continue grinding against his fingers, your movements building in both intensity and speed as you approach a high that you never knew existed. it was all so unfamiliar, so godless, and before you knew it, you were there.

jungkook watches as you cry out, your body shaking profusely as you squirt around his fingers, your slick running down his forearm and covering your thighs completely. you were an absolute mess. writhing beneath him, panting, your cheeks burning as your face beautifully contorts into something that can only be described as unholy.

and just like that, he was hooked.

you finally feel yourself coming back to reality, your ears ringing quietly as you open your eyes, your body still overwhelmed with an insatiable pleasure.

“such a messy little angel. so perfect and sweet, all for me.” you can barely process jungkook’s words before he’s flipping you onto your stomach. your eyes widen as you hear him begin to take off his pants, a panic setting in that wasn’t out of fear for your innocence, but rather fear for the pain.

“don’t be nervous, little one. your cunt is soaked, you’re gonna swallow me whole isn’t that right?” you gulp harshly at his words, feeling the subtle brush of his cock on your bum as he finally frees it from the confines of his pants.

your breath quickens once more, secretly wishing you at least could see his size, and know what you were getting yourself into, but by the time the thought crosses your mind, it’s already too late.

your walls tense as he pushes into you, a scream crying out from your lungs at the sudden intrusion. your so blinded by the pain that you don’t even notice his hushed praises, and soothing touch on your waist. all your body can focus on is the feeling of your lower half being split in two.

“there you go baby, almost there.” he groans under his breath as he bottoms out inside of you. your walls stretched so wide you think you’ll break in half.

you inhale deeply through your nose, your bottom lip bloody from subconsciously biting it harder than you knew was possible, as your hands grip for anything they can find, anything to ground you to reality.

“god you’re so fucking tight.” you feel his head drop into the crook of your neck, his hips halted as he tries to gain his composure, and you silently thank him for not breaking you apart like he easily could’ve done.

“gonna taint that righteous little body of yours, angel. gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget your god and worship me instead.” you wince as he begins to pull back, his hips settling on a painfully slow pace.

although the ache between your legs was more than present, you couldn’t help your desire to want more of him. why was he moving so slow?

jungkook however, was letting the pieces of his plan fall together. see, he couldn’t just fuck you and steal your innocence in one fell swoop, he had to make you want it. he wanted you so corrupted and perverted that you become glad that he fucked you, glad that he stripped you of your purity.

your eyes roll back into your head, your body falling victim to his deliberate pace. you couldn’t help but want more, he was filling you up so deliciously, your slick dribbling around his balls. this was more torturous than any punishment he could’ve ever inflicted upon you.

“please.” you whine, your hands gripping tighter to whatever object was the closest, your bum poking out subconsciously as you beg for more.

“hmm? what is it angel?” his voice is calm and collected, velvety silk as it rings through your ears, only building the tension in your abdomen more.

“more.” the word comes out in a whisper, barely legible but jungkook already knew what you wanted before you spoke it. he could tell by the way your hips swayed against him, the way your body responded to his cock, he knew you’d be drunk before the words fell off your pretty lips.

“more? does my pretty, innocent little angel want more?” he begins to quicken his pace slightly, his cock prodding your g-spot as you begin to cry out in pleasure. your mind completely free of any shame you had previously felt. all you cared about was reaching your second high that was approaching painfully slow.

“y-yes please.” and just like that, he began to plow into you inhumanely. it was animalistic, profane, borderline sacrilegious the way he slammed his cock inside of you. your screams only spurring him on as he rocks into you faster.

“this is what you wanted, baby? you want me to ruin your perfect little body?” he growls, bringing a hand up to your hair to grab a fistful and pull you back against his chest, unsatisfied with your silence.

“answer me, bitch.” you whimper at the sudden aggressiveness, your back now flush against his chest as he continues to pound into you.

“y-yes. yes. i want you to- fuck- i want you to ruin me.” if you could see yourself, you’re sure you’d be disturbed, certainly give up your wings willingly.

jungkook smiles, releasing your hair and watching you collapse onto the floor as he brings his hands back to your waist, pushing you against his cock as he continues to drive into you.

“that’s right, angel. all it took was a little cock, hmm?” you can feel the knot closing in your stomach at his words, the dirtiness scared you, you felt shameful, but god was his cock delicious.

jungkook watches as you begin to push back against him, your knuckles turning white as you desperately attempt to reach your high.

“getting close again, angel? that didn’t take long.” you moan at his words, but can’t help but grind your hips against him harder, gaining a growl from him in return.

but he was right, you were agonizingly close, and you weren’t prepared for the feeling of his arm snaking beneath you as he begins to draw circles around your clit.

your eyes shut, eyebrows crease together tightly as you release another load moan, your legs beginning to shake as you feel the knot closing in on you.

you feel jungkook lean forward, his chest against your back as his breath his hot on your shoulder. you shudder at the new sensation, your vision going black as you feel your body dance on the edge of release.

“cum for me, angel. wanna see you cum around my cock.” his rasp against your ear is all it takes for you to come undone completely. the tunnel vision turning into pitch black as you feel your release wash over you.

jungkook’s hips still as your walls tighten, his eyes rolling back into his head as he feels you throb around him, pushing and pulling him back in simultaneously, and completely soaking his cock in the process.

he groans at the sight, feeling his dick twitch inside of you as he begins to move again, even faster than before.

your feel your vision coming back to you, followed by your hearing, a wave of pleasure completely falling over you from head to toe, it feels almost blissful, until you feel jungkook’s movements pick up behind you.

your body is suddenly on fire, every inch of your skin overwhelmed in sensitivity, it was too much.

“too much! too much!” but your shouts are useless. his finger prints digging into your sides, completely overtaking the purple splotches he had left their previously.

“shut up.” he growls, his thrusts becoming messy as he approaches his own release.

before you’re able to gather a response, you feel his white hot liquid shoot inside of you, coating your walls completely and filling you up more than you ever knew was possible.

his hips slow, his breathing rapid as he carefully paints your interior, marking you as his until the end of time, until angels and devils cease to exist.

“fuck.” his voice is breathless as he pulls out of you, watching the white liquid seep from your throbbing hole, dripping down between you before landing on the floor in front of him.

he smiles at the sight, relishing in the fact that you will forever be imprinted on by his demonic, ungodly behavior. it was more than he could’ve ever asked for.

you lay panting, your body trembling aggressively as you try to process what had happened. you were no longer the pure, picture of innocence you had spent your whole life trying to obtain. you were stained, forever.

you feel jungkook’s presence leave you as he stands up, retrieving a towel from across the room and ducking down to his original stance to clean up the mess you had both made.

“don’t sweat it, baby. being bad is so much more fun anyway.”

[sir3n-s]

Steve knew that one day he wouldn't be able to refuse to play dnd. 

Especially since he was now dating a dragons master or whatever it's called. He can't keep up with all the names. 

And don't get him wrong Eddie is great and dnd sounds sort of interesting but he's been against playing for so long he doesn't want to give up the act. 

But he if was going to give up the act he was going to get something in return. 

The kids were all gathered at Steve's house for a movie night. 

They had 2 different kinds of movie night, one where they all actually watched movies and the other where the movie was just there for background noise while everyone either talked or worked on something.

Tonight Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin were making character sheets for Eddie's new campaign while trying to get Steve to join as well. 

"Just play one campaign" Dustin whined for the 20th time that night. And probably the 100th time in his life. 

"Are you ever going to let this go?" 

"No! You have to play one now that you're dating Eddie. Aren't couples supposed to try out each other's hobbies?" He got him there.

"He's got a point Stevie," Eddie says finally engaging in the conversation after being glued to the TV. Despite the volume being low he was still watching it with intense interest. 

"You're right, couples should try each other's hobbies" Steve agreed. 

"Uh oh," Robin says without looking up from the puzzle she was going with Nancy, knowing what he was going to say next since he ran his plan through her first.

"I will play a campaign but!" He says before the kids could get too excited, "you all have to play basketball with me" 

They all groaned. Except Lucas who was completely fine with this arrangement.

-

It was Saturday and they were all at basketball court in the park. Most of them were wearing their gym clothes. 

Except for Lucas and Steve who actually had basketball jerseys. 

Max and el were also playing since they wanted to join despite the fact they won't play dnd either. 

And who was he to say no to them? The more the merrier.

Robin and Nancy were sitting at the bench in the shade, Robin saying she refuses to play a sport because she's too clumsy and Nancy saying Robin shouldn't have to sit alone. But Steve knows they just want to talk shit about them. 

He wasnt going to stop them, he knew it was a lost cause to try to get them to join as well. 

The only rule they had before playing was that Steve and Lucas couldn't be on the same team, 'it wouldn't be fair' Dustin said and everyone else agreed. Even Robin and Nancy. 

So they ended up being the team captainsin on each team. 

Steve's team was Max, Mike, and El while Lucas had Will, Dustin, and Eddie. 

And it was going well! Better than Steve thought it would. Especially with how unathletic most of them were. 

Steves team was winng, and despite Dustin whinning about how it was because Steve was older and had more experience he hasn't even made all the points. 

He did score the first point but El scored the last 2. 

It's was 3 to 1. The only point they had was from Lucas. Eddie couldn't throw for shit, Dustin kept dropping the ball, and Will was actually doing pretty well but was kinda being ignored because Lucas and Dustin wouldn't stop arguing.

He can tell eddie was getting annoyed with having to constantly break up their fights.

Their team only needed one more point to win and Mike had the ball.

"Pass it to me!" He yells towards Mike and he does pass it to him. Just way too hard. 

Because it goes past his hands and right towardd his face. Smacking him hard in the nose and knocking him over. 

He hears everyone gasp as he groans on the ground.

He heard the tapping of people feet on concrete, and on grass, get close to him. 

"Holy fuck are you okay?" Despite his eyes being closed he can easily tell that's Eddie's voice.

"Damn Mike why did you throw it so hard" he hears max says. He also hears a light punch but doesn't comment on it this time.

"I didnt mean to!" 

"I'm okay" Steve says while getting up, grabbing his nose when he felt something on his lip. Blood, of course.

"That would've been a great throw if I was a little bit farther from you," he says towards Mike as Eddie helps him off the floor and leads him to the bench despite saying he was okay to keep playing.

Everyone gather arounds him as El hands him some of the napkins she keeps in her pocket.

"If this is how you all act everytime someone gets hurt it's going to get extremely annoying as we keep playing" Everyone makes weird faces, except for Robin who was grinning.

And Nancy because Robin definitely told her. 

He smiles. "You guys are going to want me to play more than one campaign, so you will all be playing more games of basketball."

While Lucas smiled, everyone else groaned.

[shadykazama]

Hello! Your headcanons on Wukong/Destined One had me giggling so much 😊 they're so great, couldn't stop rereading.

Um, if it's alright, can I ask for some Wukong/Destined One x Reader with their baby? Feral daddy monkey in his nesting phase with his mate and baby is so— 🤭

Absolutely! I have a lot of thoughts and the people demand more monkey business- so let's get down to it.

❤ Wukong

Starting with the pregnancy~

He is ELATED.

The idea of a proper heir had never crossed his mind because well- he's immortal. He doesn't need one. But that doesn't mean the idea of his own flesh and blood isn't positively exciting.

There's a chance he knows you're pregnant before you do. What with all of his special powers and heightened senses.

Celebrates privately with you of course but it becomes a mountain-wide event very quickly.

You are showered with praise and blessings by all the monkeys.

He will never miss a chance to brag that he's going to have a baby. And he's definitely smug about it too, thinks your child is going to surpass even his power.

When you start showing he gets more smothering.

Don't forget our king's fatal flaw! He thinks he knows what's best.

Will limit how much you travel and makes sure you always have at least two attendants by your side while he's gone.

Which, once you get further along, isn't often. There were plenty of superstitions about pregnancy in ancient China, as well as a high infant mortality rate- and that's not even counting what complications could happen due to the magical nature of your child. So he'd be stressed.

He expresses stress through aggression (canon), though it's never pointed at you. He'd be fiercely protective over the mountain, but especially any of the areas you regularly stay in. He'd be very snappy at everyone for the entire second half of the pregnancy, except you of course, who he'd be showering with praise and reverence.

Likes holding your stomach while you rest and tells your baby about the great lineage they're being born into, recounting his titles and strength and promising them they'd be greater.

He's hoping for a boy, but he's assured his child will be spectacular regardless of the gender.

When you give birth he will be extremely focused. He can't afford to be weak in a moment when you need him most. (Though your cries of pain and effort will certainly make his heart ache.)

As you're holding your baby for the first time, his teasing, smug attitude is nowhere to be seen. He just looks at you as if you'd given him the universe itself.

Cutest baby ever might I add 👆.

It's a Chinese tradition that only immediate family is allowed to meet the baby for the first 100 days after it's born, so it'd just be you and him for a majority of three months unless you invite your family to meet them.

In traditional fashion, on the 100th day a banquet is held to officially introduce the baby to everyone. And MY GOD would it be an event...

Besides all of the monkeys on the mountain who want to celebrate their new prince/princess, I can't even imagine how many celestials and demons would come to pay their respects and blessings- be it out of fear or respect.

Either way, expect a very long day and a LOT of gifts.

^ Wukong doesn't leave your side for the entire day. I dare someone to try and pull something.

You'd expect with his trickster personality that he'd be a very lenient dad, but Wukong is surprisingly dutiful in making sure your child doesn't turn out lazy or ignorant.

That by no means is to say he wouldn't be a wonderfully playful father. He'd have a wonderful connection with his child, and his most important lesson to them would be to respect their mother ;)

More of a one kid kind of guy, so he'd probably stop after the first, unless you had twins or triplets.

As protective as he was with you when you were pregnant, he's pretty chill with the actual kid. He knows they're durable and will let them get roughed up doing dumb stuff.

Carries them around hanging off his tail and will pretend like he doesn't know where they went.

It's like how cats will let their babies 'sneak up on them' to encourage them to keep trying. He does the same thing with your kid when they try to trick him.

Your baby would be the most respectful little shit ever. A little shit nonetheless, but would do anything for you or their father.

All the monkeys on the mountain help keep an eye on the little sage so you'll never feel lost or alone in parenting. It's very much a joined effort and your baby will see the other monkeys as their family as well!

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💙 The Destined One

Give him a bunch of babies I beg you.

He'd get addicted, he wants a big family for SURE.

When you first tell him you're pregnant he'll probably take some time to fully soak it in.

You'll be used to being patient with him at this point, but I imagine something like this is really nerve wracking so don't feel bad if you rush him for a response.

He'll put a hand on your stomach as if he's checking for himself before picking you up and smothering you with love.

He's not a chatty guy but he'll let you know how happy he is!

^ That being said, during your pregnancies is the most talkative he'll ever be.

He doesn't want you to stress about communicating and knows your body is going through a lot so he pushes himself to talk more to make sure you get everything you need.

That doesn't mean he'll be a chatterbox by any means. More than nothing is still very slim :')

Expect a lot of one word questions.

Trusts you more than he trusts his own instincts. His instincts tell him you shouldn't be climbing or moving around much- but if you want to, who's he to tell you what to do? He's not the one pregnant 🤷‍♀️

Follows you around like a guard dog when you do though, doesn't matter what you're doing.

Somehow even more physically affectionate than normal. Will insist on holding your hand when you walk so you can lean your weight on him.

When you start showing he'll be amazed. It's not that he's never seen a pregnant person before but like... That's his baby in there and he can't believe it.

His favorite thing to do is lay his head against your stomach while you're resting. Will kiss your skin and adore the life you're making.

You can catch him whispering things to your baby while he's resting his head on your stomach.

Your body is going to ache and he is more than happy to massage it for you. He doesn't even need an excuse to touch you, but he'll find them anyway.

Once you get further along and it gets harder for you to get around, he'll pick you up and take your wherever you want to go- within reasonable distance from your home of course. Not because he can't take you further, he just doesn't want to in case something happens.

But he wants to make sure you get fresh air and still see the beauty outside of your bed.

Doesn't trust anyone to watch you. It's him or nothing.

Makes offerings and prays to the goddess of childbirth. He does this a few times before you catch him and start helping.

He's a bundle of nerves when you're giving birth. If you weren't preoccupied, it'd probably be painfully obvious how nervous he was.

Holds you while you hold your baby and will not stop telling you how much he loves you and how perfect the baby is.

Gets baby fever bad.

Baby will be spoiled, and so will any other baby after that.

Huge advocate for carrying the baby. If you're not opposed to it, he probably carries them more than you.

Has the most deadpan look on his face as he looks at this baby but he has so much adoration for his little miracle.

Stressing over your baby crying in the middle of the night? Not with him! He's at that babies beck and call.

Watching a nearly mute man deal with a curious child is definitely amusing and you get a front row seat.

Your children kind of just accept that their dad doesn't talk much, but he'll always tell them he loves them if they say it to him.

Takes them everywhere with him so he can teach them. Is SO proud when the oldest starts helping teach the younger ones.

He's proud of them in general honestly.

Your kids are going to be super loving and curious. I think he'd foster really healthy relationships between all of them.

You'd have a whole team taking care of you if you ever got sick.

[wiptw]

Pokémon Stadium Series

Nintendo 64 - Nintendo - 2000 to 2001

You as a Pokémon fan are absolutely fucking spoiled these days. Aside from the mainline games you have spinoffs and fangames offering different experiences, you have entire websites dedicated to documenting everything down to the internal maths of the series, there's no end to the free content you can access with an internet connection between emulators and battle sites like 'Showdown!', and it's now socially acceptable in most circles to be older than 13 and have something with Pikachu's face plastered on it (especially if you're female presenting, especially if your friend group is also infected with the Pokémon hype). Back in my day™ you had almost none of this. You had the anime on Saturday mornings, you had the early run Pokémon licensed merch which WOULD get you called a baby if you continued buying past 10-12, and you had the games. Those sweet, sweet games that indoctrinated a generation of young people into being gamers and awoke a horde of JRPG addicts.

Literally Me

So remember this when I tell you that Pokémon Stadium, both one and two, aren't great games because they do something back then that you can't get today; they're great for what they did back then. So Pokemon Stadium 1&2 were a duology of games from 2000 and 2001 respectively that allowed players to battle Pokemon in 3D, with the addition of some side content such as minigames included to prevent the game from being 100% Pokemon battles. Because otherwise, the game is in fact navigating a series of menus and completing Pokémon battles with 3D models.

Whether it's taking on the gym gauntlets, the marathon of battles in the Pokémon cups, or just free battles with friends and loved ones, 98% of the experience is either selecting Pokémon from a roster of pre-built 'rentals' or transferring them from a saved game using the Transfer Pak, then fighting them in a series of 3D environments. An experience which you can definitely do today using web apps but as I said earlier, we didn't have that.

The peak of Pokémon battles in 2000

So if you're buying Pokémon Stadium (either version really) you're already probably a Pokémon fan right? So that means you have Red/Blue/Yellow/Gold/Silver/Crystal, so why not just play that game and get the full experience? The fun of exploring, talking to NPCs, discovering new and exotic locations? Simple, because in those games battles looked like this

While in Stadium, battles looked like this

If you grew up watching the anime while playing the Gameboy games, there was this special kind of dissonance where you might find yourself saying "Yeah, (for the time) these graphics are RADICAL but I wish I had something closer to these cool Pokémon Battles they had in the anime." As you hide under the covers with your Gameboy Color worm light, nestled in your Ash Ketchum pajamas while you attempt for the 100th time to capture a ditto. Pokémon Stadium was the answer to this dissonance, providing you with vibrant 3D graphics unlike anything you'd ever seen before; bringing Pokémon to life in a way that would be unmatched until Colosseum came out during the Gamecube era.

So, to actual mechanics, you play both games pretty similarly; by building a team of Pokémon (either on your handheld or by using the rental mons the game provides) and take part in a series of battles to become the ultimate battle master. To use your own Pokémon, you'd need to use the aforementioned 'Transfer Pak' to plug in a copy of Red/Blue/Yellow (for 1) or Gold/Silver/Crystal (for 2) with a game saved to the cartridge; otherwise the rental Pokémon covered all released Pokémon (except for some hidden ones) allowing you to build your dream team, sans a few caveats here and there.

Evolved Pokémon have better stats but worse moves, while weaker Pokémon tend to have better moves to compensate

In terms of WHERE you can battle, there's two choices: Either in the Gym Leader Castle, or the Tournaments held in the center of the map on either game. Either way, the game will then have you battle through a series of 3v3 matches versus a set number of trainers who will also select 3 random mons from their full team of six.

A bit bare bones, but there's some spice to how things are run. For one, the rental system was a huge thing for us younger players back in the day. Even if you had the games some Pokémon were hard to catch, had evolution requirements some players couldn't complete (like the trade-mons), or were locked to a version you didn't have. The rental mons give you a list of every Pokémon (some exceptions, but not many) and then lets you build your dream team. Sure, you can't set their moves, EVs, IVs, and it's the era before abilities and natures but I CAN HAVE A MEOWTH/PERSIAN ON MY TEAM. Do you know what I had to do as a child to have this Pokémon outside of Stadium? I had to find someone in the American South who also enjoyed Pokémon, hoped they had Blue instead of Red, hoped they had a link cable, then get them to agree to a trade despite both of us being children (and therefore, objectively terrible) which likely meant giving away a rare Pokémon in exchange for what amounted to common garbage in their game because it was Version fucking Exclusivity™ and everyone seemed to know that meant you'd do anything to get that one fucking Pokémon you wanted.

In the handheld games, if you wanted to build your dream team then likely you'd have to put in some more effort than other games of the time would've required of you. With Stadium, your dreams come true, and if you already have that dream team you can just import them to fight in glorious 3D. Circumventing the fact that rental Pokémon are kinda terrible overall.

Don't feel like building? The challenge cup mode that gives you randomized team comps that has it's own charm (for masochists)

Not to say all of them were bad but construct a normal distribution of 'Good' to 'Bad' picks then that graph is gonna skew left so hard you'd be forgiven for thinking it was just a straight line. To keep every choice 'viable' Pokémon rentals were balanced around stats and moves. More powerful evolved Pokémon and Pokémon with high Base Stat Totals (BST) were given weaker moves and first form and low BST Pokémon were given generally better moves. Charizard might have better stats than Charmeleon and Charmander but his only fire type move is going to be something like Fire Spin. Conversely, Charmander might have Fire Blast but his stats are gonna make him an easy target for the computer's pokemon, which are not bound to the same builds as the rental mons you're using.

Once your team is assembled, then you're off to battle trainer after trainer after trainer with beautifully scored (for the Nintendo 64) soundtracks giving you an unearned sense of importance every step of the way. Battles themselves are conducted with a weird, but functional control layout where A and B access sub menus you then check with the R button before finalizing with the c-buttons, which on original hardware or a USB N64 controller is fine but on emulation with a more modern controller like Logitech, can be a little nerve wracking as you worry about whether your 'up' input on the control stick was up enough for the game or if you accidentally drifted right or left using an unintended move.

fun fact: the name of imported Pokémon affects their coloration in Stadium

Battles are also largely regulated by (at the time) tournament standard rules. Little and Pokecup have level restrictions, and all three non-random cups include clauses for sleep, held items, and repeat Pokémon. Additionally, in any cup if you win the round with all 3 Pokémon still in tact, you're granted a continue; meaning you can retry the battle if you lose. Additionally, there is no 'draw' outcome in these games. Use a move like Explosion or Selfdestruct and the game will register it as your loss on your final Pokémon, regardless of whether you took down the opposing fighter with you or not.

You'll be doing a LOT of back-to-back fights here against trainers with varied team comps, but even with over 246 Pokémon in the available potential lineup you'll get tired fast of fighting. This is, however, slightly mitigated by the 3v3 nature of the matches but even so be ready to here the same Pokémon noises, watch the same effects play out, and wait for the same health bars to tick down over and over as you claw your way to the spot of Pokémon Master.

The art style of non-battle scenes like the main map and minigame plaza have that nice, 90's charm to them as well.

If you do get tired of battling it out, then Stadium 1 and 2 both offer minigames for players to partake in. Either in a tournament format or by using the free-play browser, players are able to take part in a multitude of different Mario Party-esque (without the hand burning) minigames featuring the Pokémon as stars. Minigames consist of stick twirling, button mashing, and point collecting all while controlling fan favorite Pokémon such as Togepi, Eevee, Scyther, and Pichu with no real rhyme or reason behind why these game exist aside from a amusement park theming the minigame zones have for their icons and menus.

You won't get a real explanation as to why you're racing Donphans, cutting logs as Scythers and Pinsirs, or playing Simon Says with a bunch of Clefairy, but you don't really need that either. The games are fun, the models are charming, and watching Clefairy get smacked in the head for each wrong input brings me a level of joy I should probably talk about with my therapist. You won't likely spend hours in this mode, but it's a nice breather from the onslaught of battles otherwise.

fun fact: I still won't talk to some people because of the outcomes to Rampage Rollout over two decades ago. You know who you are.

Additionally there's a quiz minigame separate from the main selection of minigames with easy/normal/hard difficulty selections. Players compete to see who can be the first to get a number of questions correct before anyone else based on facts about the Pokémon (typing, size, silhouette, etc) or facts about the game (where you can find things in the game, names of routes and towns, names of figures in the game).

It's not the most challenging on easy or normal, but playing on hard the game will try to screw you with trick questions so playing with others becomes a balance of "do I let the question play out, or attempt to steal it before someone else can answer correctly?"

Sometimes even playing the game won't prepare you for how out of pocket the questions can get

The real advantage of 2 over 1 is that, in addition to minigames, the game has the trainer academy; a kind of in-depth battle tutorial to teach players not only the basics of Pokémon fighting, but also some secrets as well

You can learn about held items, a feature new to the second generation, as well as participate in mock battles to demonstrate the materials you've been reading and quizzed on. Some of this information for the time too was obscure or hidden knowledge, like the fact that using Defense Curl before using Rollout would boost the damage significantly or that using Stomp on an opponent who used minimize would double the damage.

Some type matchups just make sense, like Ground v Electric.

Overall though what really makes this game is the presentation. The soundtrack does a great job selling the feeling Nintendo wants you to experience, climbing the ladder in a tournament or the Gym Leaders Castle makes you feel powerful, and the little details on top of it all just tie it together in a nice package.

The fights, for example, are also narrated by "The Announcer". A bombastic voice shouting over every detail of a fight. When you score a crit, when you apply a status effect, even using certain moves will get the announcer loudly narrating each detail like a Pokémon prize fight. Seeing the ground rip apart when you use Earthquake is only half the charm, the other half comes from that man yelling in your ears "A DEVESTATING EARTHQUAKE ATTACK!". Clearing gyms or clearing opponents in one of the cups grants you gym badges, a dream for any child growing up on the handheld classics or watching the anime who wished they too could earn shiny bits of metal that gave them an inflated sense of importance.

I would literally kill everyone I came across if it'd get me a real life Zephyr Badge.

Stadium 1 and 2 aren't evergreen classics. They're stuck in Gens 1 and 2 respectively, the roster of Pokémon while impressive is largely useless and makes collecting trophies way harder than it has to be, and the games were made before things like abilities and double battles were introduced, leading to the Pokémon battling game missing out on the generation of Pokémon that made battling more fun (Revolution doesn't count, Revolution is dead to me and disappoints me more than I disappoint myself.)

But for the time especially, it gave fans an opportunity to experience a form of Pokémon more advanced than what the handhelds could output. It was a window into a world of potential that wouldn't be truly fulfilled until arguably the 3DS era of Pokémon released, and gave fans a fun little romp handcrafted for them at every twist and turn. Whether you were a gamer or you enjoyed the anime, there was something here for you.

Overall: 7/10 Sound: 8/10 (for the time) Graphics: 9/10 (for the time) Memorable Moments: Stadium 1: Hearing about Mewtwo, thinking he was an urban legend, then finding out he wasn't Stadium 2: Finally beating the elite 4 using only rental mons.

[ariascoven]

⟡ AFTER MIDNIGHT

PAIRING : eve fletcher x reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS : reader referred to as a girl. legal age gap. petnames (honey, baby, sweetheart & doll). public display of affection. public restroom. oral (eve receiving). fingering (reader receiving). little bit of praising. biting. mommy kink.

WORD COUNT : 3.1k

MY MASTERLIST

As soon as you step inside the bar, you immediately regret the entirety of your life choices. The smell of alcohol, the screaming, the music blaring — it was all too much for you. But you promised your friends from your literature class that you would come. With a deep regretful sigh, you make your way towards the bar, heels clicking against the floor rhythmically. “Hey, can I get a vodka, please?” You ask the bartender, the loudness forcing you to speak louder than you're used to and making you wince at the sound of your own voice. The guy nods, turning around to make your drink. You sigh once more, looking around and taking notice of the way everyone was having fun except you. You just hate going out. You look down at yourself, judging the outfit you picked for the night; a short, navy blue dress that was glued to your body, showcasing all of your curves — or the lack of, accompanied by a pair of black heels. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to hide from others’ prying gazes, even though you're sure no one was looking your way. That is, until you notice her, Eve Fletcher, the middle aged woman with whom you share your class with. She smiles, looking as beautiful as ever. She's sitting on a round table with the other students and the teacher, her hand waving around in a silent request for you to join them. You take your drink from the barista, muttering your thanks before slowly making your way to the table, dragging your feet across the bar and wishing you could go back home.

“Hey, honey!” Eve greets warmly, standing up to give you a quick hug. You smile, rubbing her back affectionately and muttering a quiet ‘hi’. “Here, sit with us. Wow, you look amazing in that dress!” The sound of her voice seems to calm your nerves down as you sit on the chair right beside hers, subtly moving it to get even closer. You greet the others, nervousness washing over you — they've never seen you like this, only wearing oversized clothing to class and putting your hair up if you were lucky enough. You hug yourself, using the excuse that the air was getting cold. “Oh, baby, you didn't bring a jacket with you? Here, take mine, I'm not cold.” Eve’s voice takes a motherly tone as she throws her jacket over your shoulders and rubs your arms before pulling back and taking a sip from her own drink. She then notices the glass in your hand, nodding towards it. “Vodka?” You nod. “Tequila.” She says, swirling her cup around. The others talk and laugh together, but all you can do is focus on the couples dancing together on the dance floor.

You've been feeling terribly lonely lately, the realization that you've never had a relationship before hitting you like a truck. You're 20, for God’s sake! Of course you know that you're still young, but watching everyone around you experiencing love while you're sitting on the bench, just waiting for your turn… it gets tiring at a certain point. You let out a small sigh that feels like the 100th one that night, resting your cheek on your hand. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even realize Curtis and Margo had left the table and joined the dance floor as well. Eve studies you intently, but before she can say anything, Julian snatches her to dance and you're left all alone, sadly sipping on your vodka. You smile, watching Eve dancing around happily. Julian is clearly flirting with her, does she know that? Maybe she does, maybe she's flirting back. You frown. Is she? The young man leans in to whisper something in her ear before disappearing in the crowd, probably going to the bathroom or to get a drink.

Then your heart takes a leap inside your chest when the older woman turns to look at you, eyes searching yours. She smiles, waving her hand and beckoning you closer. Awkwardly, you march through the crowded space. “Is something wrong, honey?” Her angelic voice fills your ears, giving you butterflies. You wave a dismissive hand, shaking your head. “Nah, nothing wrong. Just… you know. Life. Or, not-life.” Eve gives you an understanding smile, giggling. She steps closer to you, arms reaching out to wrap around your neck. Your tongue flicks out to wet your suddenly dry lips, hands instinctively gripping her waist. It felt like heaven, your bodies moving together in the rhythm of whatever song was playing in the crowded bar, whatever, you didn't recognize it. But Eve did. Her eyes are closed as she hums along, the dim lighting of the room making you wonder if she was actually real — you've met lots of beautiful women before, but Eve was just out of this world. A tentative hand reaches to touch her cheek, cupping it tenderly. Her eyes snap open in surprise at the touch, but she quickly melts and leans into it. Your last brain cells are arguing inside your head, one yelling at you to kiss her, the other yelling the exact opposite. But before you can make up your mind, she turns around, pressing her back against your chest. Your heart races at the sudden change, the hand previously on her cheek now awkwardly resting on her waist.

You quickly warm up to the position, your hands gripping her waist with more confidence, slowly sliding down to her hips. She seems to like that, head leaning back to rest on your shoulder while her hand moves to the back of your neck. Your cheeks brush against each other, your eyes closed as you sway together, hips moving together in a sensual dance. The scent of the older woman mixed with the intimacy of the moment is driving you mad with arousal. Your head dips down to nuzzle her neck, inhaling deeply before placing a tender kiss on the soft skin. She makes a noise that sounds a bit too much like a moan, a spark of hope igniting inside of you. You repeat the gesture, causing her head to tilt to the side, giving you further access. You grin against her, peppering the sensitive skin with kisses and small nips. Feeling emboldened by Eve’s quickening heartbeat, your tongue darts out to taste her. She groans lowly, her hand squeezing the back of your neck slightly. Nibbling on her earlobe, a sneaky hand slides up to grope her breast. She gasps, turning her head to look at you with wide eyes. “What are you doing?” She whispers with urgency, but doesn't make any effort to move away from you.

“Living a little. What are you doing?” You have no idea where that came from — the confidence. You're usually a really shy girl, in fact, you're barely able to talk to the middle aged woman during class, preferring to just sit back and admire her from afar. But as you feel her body pressing against yours, you wish you would've done it sooner. Her gaze sends a jolt straight to your throbbing core. She bites her lower lip and the sight is too much. You lean down, kissing her fiercely. She groans against your mouth, spinning around in your arms and pulling you closer, hands tangling in your hair. She bites your lower lip, the action eliciting a hiss from you. You break the kiss, both of you panting. “I always wanted to do that.” She confessed, her low voice turning your brain into mush.

Decidedly, you grab her hand and drag her to the female restroom in a hurry, as if the world is ending. Eve laughs and apologizes to the people you bump into, your mind too focused on getting to the destination to even realize. As you get inside, neither of you notice how filthy the place is as you hurriedly push Eve inside one of the stalls, locking the door and pushing her against it. She grins when you press your body against hers, a low chuckle escaping her lips. “Didn't know you were that bold, doll.” The endearment and the way she says it sends a shiver down your spine. Your lips move to silence her in a fiery kiss, your tongue slipping inside her mouth. Your leg finds its way between hers, pressing up against her. A smirk splatters across your face when you feel her hips grinding down against you, a needy whimper slipping past her red lipstick lips, now puffy from the intensity of your kisses.

You allow her to find her own pace, focusing on the sensitive skin of her neck as you lean down to lick and bite, your teeth grazing against her deliciously. You could stay like that for hours, the taste of her was like a drug, and you were addicted. Your hands knead the older woman’s breasts over her black dress, causing her to moan at the touch, eyes fluttering close while she throws her head back against the cold door. Her hips quicken their pace, grinding almost desperately. You feel your own pussy throbbing when she opens her eyes, looking at you with nothing but pure lust. “Get on your knees.” You could cum just from the demanding tone in her voice, sinking to your knees ridiculously fast and wincing at the bruise that will definitely appear. You have to push the thoughts of how disgusting that public bathroom floor is aside and focus on the woman staring down at you, a side grin that gives you goosebumps playing on her lips. Her hands grip the hem of her dress, hiking the fabric up around her hips. Your mouth waters at the sight, your own hands reaching to grip her thighs. You look up as if asking for permission and she nods, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Your eyes flutter and you lean closer, licking a thick stripe up the fabric of her damp underwear. The action elicits a deep groan from her, her hips bucking instinctively while she tugs at your hair, pulling harshly. A pathetic whine falls from your lips, trembling hands moving to slide her panties down her legs. She breathes out as the cold air hits her most intimate parts, rolling her hips against nothing. “Fuck.” She hisses when you finally touch her, licking her folds and kissing her clit gently, almost teaing. Your fingers leave red marks on her thighs, where you squeeze hard, kneading her flesh. She rides your face, body undulating as you explore every inch of her. You can feel the wetness dripping down your own thighs, face flushing at how embarrassingly needy you've gotten just from eating her out. Your tongue circles her clit slowly before taking it inside your mouth and sucking hard. You look up just in time to see her eyes rolling into the back of her head, hand moving to cover her own mouth and muffle the noises threatening to spill out. You fight the urge to pinch yourself, to make sure this is real life and not another wet dream. Eve seems to read your mind, pulling your head back to look up harshly, hurting your sensitive scalp. “Look at me while you eat my cunt.”

That's the best thing she could ever ask from you, you think. You feel small under her piercing and condescending gaze, eyes locked onto hers. You slow down, your tongue giving small kitten licks. You do it on purpose, knowing the older woman is growing impatient as she glares daggers down at you. Plunging your tongue inside her without a warning, you take her by surprise. And just like that, her resolve crumbles, eyes snapping shut and knees going weak as she holds herself up by gripping the walls. She lets out a loud, almost pornographic moan that only serves to make you wetter, your underwear clinging uncomfortably to your skin. You whimper around her, fucking her with your tongue as fast as you can, eyes never looking away from the blissful expression on her face. Her inner walls flutter and clench around you, encouraging you to move even faster. When her body starts trembling, you know she's close. You watch with lustful eyes as her moans become nothing but high pitched nonsense. Her words are slurred out, and the only thing you're able to make out is, “Keep going, baby, I'm so close.”

“Shit!” She cries out, cumming hard around your tongue. It makes you whine, your eyes rolling back at the sweetest taste you've ever felt in your mouth. You slow down your ministrations, but don't stop until Eve is panting and gasping, sweat covering her forehead and dripping down her face. “Jesus… fucking Christ.” She breathes out, looking down at you with a side smirk. You pull back, wiping the remains of her arousal off your face with the back of your hand and standing up, locking your lips together in a gentle kiss. She hums, arms wrapping around your neck lazily, the closeness between your bodies causing you to feel just how much she is shaking and her heart is racing. “Mmm, now we need to take care of you, don't you think, honey?” She speaks against your lips, raising a brow suggestively. You nod eagerly, squeezing her ass. She groans then chuckles, fixing her dress as you slide her panties back up. “Let's go to my place, doll.” She whispers against your ear, then nips your earlobe playfully.

Back at Eve’s house, your brain barely registers where you are when she pushes you down onto her bed, a yelp escaping from your lips. She crawls on top of you and buries her face in your neck, biting down harshly. “Please…” You cry out, body arching up against her, wide eyes pleading for her to take you. When her hands grip the hem of your dress, you expect her to hike it around your waist, but instead she pulls it over your head and gets rid of your underwear in the blink of an eye. Your brain stops working when she attaches her lips to your nipple while twisting the other between her long fingers, and you can't wait to have them inside of you. She looks up at you and the sinful sight drives you crazy with desire, barely able to form any coherent thoughts. You wanted this for so long, ever since she walked inside that small classroom looking like a goddess, but never did anything about it, being too shy and untrusting of your flirting skills — spoiler alert, you had none. After giving both of your breasts the exact same attention, leaving both of your peaks hardened under her touches, she kisses her way down your body.

All you can do is whine, knuckles turning white as your fingers grip the sheets as if your life depends on it. Her hands work to pull your legs apart, allowing her to bury her face between them. Your quiet whines turn into loud moans as she devours your pussy as if it's her last meal, groaning at the taste. Your hips buck upwards on their own accord, seeking her mouth. Wet noises and moans fill the otherwise quiet room and you thank God for the fact that Eve lives in a house and not in an apartment, that way you don't have to worry about neighbors hearing the noises of your pleasure. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to keep quiet; Eve’s tongue is too good. Without thinking, you mutter. “Mommy…” The word causes both of you to pause. Your body tenses, your eyes wide with pure horror. However, Eve grins wickedly. “What did you just call me, honey?” She purrs, her chin and nose drenched in your juices. When she notices you're too embarrassed to respond, she speaks up again. “Such a dirty girl, calling me mommy. I think I like that.” Relief washes over you at her words, moaning when her fingers slide down your slit and collecting your arousal. She sucks her own fingers, humming in approval. “All this for me. You've dreamed about this, haven't you?” She nagged, crawling up your body, her nose now brushing against yours. You nod in embarrassment, cheeks covered in a pink color.

Your mouth drops open in a silent moan when she cups your pussy, rubbing her palm against your clit lazily. “Wanna call me that again, sweetheart?” She coos, her voice honeyed. It makes you dizzy, all of it — the tone of her voice, the way she looks at you, her fingers caressing your soaked folds. “Mommy.” You utter quietly. She kisses you tenderly, finally slipping two digits inside your cunt and making you moan around her. Her fingers are easily welcomed into you due to how wet you are, curling to hit the spot that makes you see stars. “Mine.” She whispers in between wet, sloppy kisses. “My pretty girl, all mine.” Her voice takes a possessive tone as she pulls back to look down at you hungrily, biting her lower lip in the way that drives you insane. A third finger joins in, causing your eyes to roll back. She moves to your breasts, alternating between them as she licks your peaks.

One of your hands let go of the sheets to wipe your chin, realizing you're drooling from the intense pleasure. A chain of cuss words leave your lips as you feel your orgasm approaching, the familiar knot in your stomach as you ride her fingers. Your breath comes in small gasps and you bring a hand to your hair, brushing the wild strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead. Her name comes out of your mouth in a loud, long moan as your body convulses beneath her. She moans, feeling your pussy clench desperately around her speedy fingers, who keeps fucking you until you're begging for her to stop. You close your eyes, mind still spinning. “What just happened?” You mutter breathlessly, eliciting a giggle from the older woman. You're panting like you just ran a marathon and her hand is covered in your cum. She forces your mouth open by squeezing your cheeks with her clean hand, the sudden act causing your eyes to snap open. Then, she shoves her fingers into your mouth. You don't complain, looking into her eyes as you suck them clean, tasting yourself. When you're done, she gently removes her fingers from your mouth and cups your face, giving you a quick kiss. “You seem tired, baby. Go to sleep, mommy will take care of you, alright?” These are the last words you hear before drifting off to the best post-fuck sleep you've ever had.

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lovers II Keira Walsh x Williamson!Reader

masterlist I word count: 2468

a/n: Hi, we realized that it's our 100th oneshot which sounds absolutely wild, so enjoy. For the readers who wait for the Emily Fox fanfic it will come out next. <3

You were in love with Ibiza.

In love with the beaches and the sunshine, the palm trees and the blue of the ocean.

You were in love with the clubs and bars, your sister and her friends took you to.

But above all, you were in love with your sister’s best friend.

The afternoon sun painted the hotel room in soft golden light as you slipped into a short dress. You could still feel the salty air and the sun from earlier that day on your skin as you began applying mascara to your eyelashes. Except for a bit of hunger, you felt fully content.

“Ready for dinner? You look gorgeous by the way.“, Keiras voice said from behind you.

You hadn’t noticed her coming in.

You flinched, almost stabbing yourself in the eye with the mascara wand.

Keira smiled apologetically at your reflection in the mirror.

You watched as her gaze started to travel down your body, taking in every curve in your tight-fitting dress.

With a smile you turned towards her and bridged the gap between the two of you.

“Are you kidding? Look at you… Your curls are so pretty and soft.“, you whispered, gently running her fingers through her reddish brown hair.

You loved the way the salt water had restored Keiras natural hair texture.

“My curls? I just didn’t straighten my hair.“, she laughed.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, barely visible through the light sunburn on her skin.

Completely enamoured, you beamed at her: “I love it.“

You were about to lean forward to kiss her when someone cleared their throat behind you.

Your heart stopped while you pulled apart. You ran through possible explanations for this situation in your head, just in case you would turn around to face your sister.

Instead, Alex Scott watched the two of you with a knowing grin.

“You do? Oh hi, Alex.“, Keira greeted the former football player.

“Little Williamson is right though. She could have done something with fashion but…“, Alex said without finishing her thought.

You rolled your eyes, she had always tried to convince you to work in the fashion industry but you wouldn’t trade your job as an English teacher in Barcelona for anything in the world.

“She chose to teach people English in Spain and honestly, it was the best decision ever.“, you finished for Alex.

Keira laughed: “I agree with that.“

Leah appeared next to Alex in the doorway. Subconsciously, you tried to put more distance between yourself and Keira.

“Of course, you do, Kei. Because that way you can talk to someone in your mother tongue almost every day. How did the Catalan interview go again?“, your sister teased.

Her best friend released a tired groan: “Don’t remind me.“

Alex changed the subject, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder: “Now that everyone’s dressed up, let’s get some dinner in before we go clubbing.“

“Sounds like a good idea.”, you agreed in a good mood, the sea air made you hungry.

At the restaurant Keira studied the menu thoroughly before looking at you with an innocent smile on her lips.

“Everything here sounds so good, do you want to share?”, she asked.

“Sure.”, you replied happily. Above your heads the fairy lights were switched on and you could hear the waves crashing on to the shore in the background.

The romantic atmosphere was quickly disturbed by your older sister.

“Excuse me? I thought you’d share with me!”, she pouted, sending glances at the Barca player which could kill.

“What about your girlfriend? Doesn’t she want to share with you?”, Keira asked in return, cheeks flushed.

“Yes, Lee, no need to be that dramatic about it.”, Alex Greenwood intervened laughing.

“I’m not dramatic.”, Leah countered smirking.

“That’s just how she’s.”, you explained cheekily.

“Why don’t we order food for the table so we can all share?”, your girlfriend suggested hoping this would calm the Blonde Arsenal defender down.

“Yes, that’s perfect. I’m in.”, the two Alex’s declared grinning.

“Same, you too, Leah?”, you turned around to investigate your sister’s face, waiting for her reaction.

“Sure.”, she nodded, sounding much calmer already.

 “What about a first round of cocktails?”, Jess wanted to know.

“Please.”, Leah answered.

A few minutes later the drinks arrived at your table, beaming you toasted with her. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”, she responded grinning.  

The sweetness and the alcohol sparked the desire in you to touch your lover’s curly hair again.

“Stop it.”, Keira demanded giggling.

“I’m not doing anything.”, you remarked in a not guilty tone.

“Yes, you’re. Stop it.”, she bit her lip nervously.

“Fine.”, you sighed defeated, quickly finishing your cocktail.

After the last sip you stood up smiling delighted at the other girls. “Girls, are we ready for the club now?”

“Let’s go.”, Alex Greenwood chirmed.

The sun was long gone now, the moon and the stars shown brightly as you and your sister former and current teammates joined the Ibizan night life.

Something your sister and you both shared was the passion for music. While Leah preferred to sing you would take every chance you could get to dance. Before Keira your first love has been rhythm and beats.

“Come on, Kei.”, Alex nudged the red-haired woman who admired you from the distance.

“I don’t dance. I’m here for the drinks.”, she waved the sports journalist off.

“But I do. Come on, Alex.”, Leah remarked cheerfully.

“Coming.“, Alex laughed and let the defender pull her into the direction of the dance floor.

The other Alex jumped up as well, following closely behind: “Hey, wait for me.“

You caught Keiras eye from across the room and danced your way over to her. You were not ready to stop yet but you also didn’t want to leave her alone.

Keira reached for your wrist with a laugh: “Stop twirling around, y/n.“

“Why?“, you asked, spinning out of her grasp.

“Just because.“

You stopped for a moment, studying her face. There was something serious and pleading in her eyes that you didn’t understand. You only wanted to continue dancing with your friends. “Keira…“

You interrupted yourself, taking in a sharp breath in surprise as two hands laid on your hips and spun you around.

A man in his mid-thirties and clearly drunk grinned at you. His gaze traveled down to your neckline while he asked you something that your brain didn’t seem to comprehend. Apparently he wanted you to dance with him but everything about him made clear that he had other things in mind than just dancing.

You froze in place, not sure if you felt disgusted or disgusting.

Just when you were about to say something, your sister squeezed between him and you and pushed him back: “Sorry, no. That’s my sister!“

“And she’s already taken.“, Keira added. You hadn’t noticed that Keira had gotten up from her seat as well.

Leahs head whipped towards her best friend: “What?“

“Uhm…“, you mumbled as you watched the man retreat with his hands raised in surrender.

You desperately tried to find a good reason to change the subject but you just couldn’t come up with one.

“Who is it, y/n? One of your colleagues or one of the Barca girlies?“, Leah asked, her voice tinted with anger.

“It’s…uhm…“, you started and forced yourself not to look at Keira. Lying would be so easy right now. But did you actually want to keep hiding?

Your sister got impatient: “Just tell me.“

“Keira.“, was all you could get out and prayed that you made the right choice.

The two best friends looked at each other. Keira nodded slowly: “It’s me.“

“Wait, you?! When? How? She’s my little sister!“ Leahs eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Keira shrugged, trying to keep her voice calm: “In Barcelona… it just happened.“

Your sister turned towards you with her jaw set: “We’ll talk about this tomorrow morning!“

She stormed off without waiting for an answer and you quietly wondered where she would go.

Keira and you ended the night there and went back to your hotel room.

You walked out on the balcony overlooking the ocean, Keira followed right behind you.

“She’s really mad.“, you said nervously into the night sky.

The midfielder wrapped her arms around you and rolled her eyes: “She can’t be mad about this.“

You knew she had a point.

“No, Lee is more upset about the fact that we didn’t tell her.“

“Still. I can talk with her if you want me to.”, Keira offered while you kept watching the waves come and go which was scarily similar to your older sister’s temper. Deep down you knew she would eventually calm down.

“No, I’ll do it, it’s fine.”, you assured the Barcelona player before kissing her temple softly.

For a moment she closed her eyes under your touch. “She’ll be fine.”, the midfielder whispered in a convinced tone as her lips touched yours in a heartfelt kiss.

“What was the kiss for?”, you raised an eyebrow at her curiously.

“For good luck.”, Keira replied smirking.

“But she said tomorrow so maybe we could just go inside and..”, you begun rambling.

“You think that’s a good idea?”, your girlfriend interrupted you with a doubtful look on her face.

“No, I’ll do it now.”, you sighed, knowing fully well that some things shouldn’t be put on hold. Although you’d miss the comforting hug of the midfielder who pretended to hate them but always made an exception for you.

Cautiously you stood at the entry of the hotel room your sister and her girlfriend were staying in. “Lee, can we chat outside?”

Without a word the older blonde got up and put on her shoes, signalling that she was ready to talk to you outside.

For a while the two of you walked silently on the sand which felt still warm under your naked feet.

“So, you and Keira, huh?”, Leah broke the silence, sounding more curious than mad this time.

“Yeah.”, you answered timidly.

“Since when?” the defender continued asking.

“We got closer when she came to Barcelona.”, you confessed.

“That was forever ago.”, she noted slightly hurt by your reply.

“Yes, but we just started dating a few months ago.”, you added quickly. This much was true. Undoubtedly, you always had a soft spot for your sister’s best friend. The more time you two spend together, the more it became obvious that there was more than just friendship.

“And you didn’t tell me.”, Leah swallowed hard through that realization.

“You didn’t ask me.”, you reminded her.

“If you’re dating my best friend? How was I supposed to know.”, she retorted.

“No, in general, it’s mostly about you when you call me.”, you countered.

“I didn’t realize that. I’m sorry. But I thought you’d tell me such things.”, the defender apologized, her skin despite the tan turned pale.

“It’s okay. I guess we weren’t great sisters for each other recently.”, you admitted guiltily.

Leah nodded in reluctant agreement: “I guess we weren’t.“

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, not uncomfortable but thoughtful.

“But we could do better now.“, you said determinedly,

Your sister stopped walking. You only realized that wasn’t on your side anymore after a few more steps.

You turned towards her and caught her staring at you.

“Y/n?“, she asked.

“Yes?“

“Are you happy?“

You smiled at her: “Very.“

“With Kei?“

“Yes.“, you confirmed again.

Leah studied your face for a moment, searching for any indication of a lie before she finally nodded once: “Okay.“

“Okay?“, you echoed with hopefulness in your voice. You didn’t want to fight with your sister. You wanted her and Keira in your life.

Leah kicked up some sand with her shoe: “Yes, okay. I think I can live with that.“

“Good.“, you beamed and slowly continued your walk, waiting for your sister to take her place by your side again.

You thought your talk was over when your sister suddenly spoke up again: “Y/n?“

You looked at her, signalling her to continue.

“Just because you live a life outside of the public eye doesn’t mean I’m not interested in your life or I’m not proud of you.“

Her words caught you by surprise. You frowned at her in confusion. “Wait, you’re proud of me?“

“Why do you sound so surprised? Obviously I’m proud of you.“

You stared down at the fine sand under your feet: “Sorry.“

Another break in your conversation arose. Apparently, struggling to express your emotions properly ran in your family.

“Not everyone has the bravery to go abroad for work… I would not.“, Leah continued.

You looked back up at her: “Really?“

She nodded slowly: “You know how much I love home. And Arsenal. I just couldn’t.“

Hearing this filled you with pride but at the same time, you had to suppress a smile because you really couldn’t imagine your sister anywhere else.

“True, you’re such a homebody.“, you laughed.

Your sister smirked and gave you a small shrug: “See, we’re just very different.“

“Yes, but that’s okay.“, you assured her. You could feel the tension dissolve slowly.

Leah raised an eyebrow: “I will still have to talk to Keira though.“

You let out a groan: “Oh no, not the big sister talk.“

“Oh yes, even for my best friend.“

“Fine, but try and be nice, okay?“, you asked innocently.

“Of course.“

“Thank you.“

She reached over and ruffled through your blonde hair: “Anything for my little sister.“

You tried to get revenge. You two were laughing like children while you chased her down the beach.

You never heard anything about their talk. Both Keira and Leah refused to tell you anything and stubbornly maintained their silence. You didn’t care anyway. They seemed closer than ever and that was all that mattered to you.

The next days were spend at the beach, enjoying the sun and the refreshing coolness of the sea.

“No. I’m not going into the water.“ Keira shook her head determinedly. She had spend the morning straightening her hair but to you, that was not a reason to miss out on swimming.

“Come on.“ You impatiently pulled at her arm.

Leah appeared on Keiras other side, pushing her forward. “You better go now.“

Together you barrelled towards the sea, falling over each as soon as you reached the water. The rest of your friend group burst out laughing,

Keira pushed her now wet hair back. It started to curl at the ends already.

“I hate you Williamsons!“, she laughed.

You kissed her cheek: “No, you don’t.“

“Not really, no.“, Keira admitted and pulled you towards her by your waist to kiss you.

Leah grimaced in disgust: “Okay, but you don’t have to kiss in front of me.“

“Stop complaining.“, you rolled your eyes.

Keira grinned at her: “You better get used to it, Lee.“