#day 13 migration

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[failfemme]

i wish i could do more extreme eye makeup i just have sensitive baby eyes and cry any time i set foot outside in the spring and fall so i simply cannot put anything underneath my eyes :(

[hannyoontify]

seventeen '95 line as things that have made my heart flutter

warnings | none?

notes | source? erm possibly my own... experiences from the past..... ;;; i actually wanted to do all 13 before publishing but i js couldn't wait LMFAO i'm still writing the rest there's a good chance that i might upload all 4 lines in one day not proofread

p.s. i recommend reading these as situationships/pre-relationships

95 line | 96 line | 97 line | maknae line

seungcheol - calling you in the morning with his morning voice

you’re brushing your teeth, staring off into space and thinking that it’s too early for you to be awake when you hear your phone buzz on the marble counter. reaching over, you answer the call once you recognized the caller ID. 

“hello?”

“g’morning…” the voice on the other end sends a shiver down your spine and kickstarts a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. “dreamt of you last night.”

the fluttering, overwhelming feeling migrates from your stomach to your chest. your brain goes static as you try and get over the initial shock of how deep and husky seungcheol’s voice currently was.

“i-it’s 7 in the morning, cheol. why are you calling me so early?”

you could almost hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. “i missed you.”

a rush of heat hits your face and you’re suddenly thankful that this was a voice call. “wh- whatever… you’re going to be seeing me in an hour anyway.”

seungcheol hums over the line. “mmm… i’m not sure if i can wait until then.”

“i’m hanging up!” you say hurriedly. you could physically no longer handle that man’s flirting and that damn low voice of his. you needed to give him a stern talking to when you got to school.

jeonghan - touching your ear whenever he’s bored

“hannie…”

“hm?”

“are my ears that soft?” you squirm in your spot at the tickling feeling on your spot the couch as jeonghan’s fingers absentmindedly gave your ear light touches and tugs. he looks up from his phone and sheepishly pulled his hand away.

“sorry, i didn’t realize” before he fully retracts his hand, his finger skims your cheek and gives it a slight pinch before place his hand in his hoodie pocket. you contemplatively lick your lips before opening your mouth to talk again.

“i... never said i didn’t like it…” your voice is so quiet jeonghan almost didn’t hear you. almost. 

but jeonghan always hears you.

he gives you a sly grin before reaching out and giving your earlobe a gentle tug. “i didn’t realize i was doing it either. i know it started as a joke but… i think i made it a habit.”

jeonghan inches closer to you on the couch, his knee grazing yours. “you’re my little stress ball now.”

“are you stressed?” you furrow your brows in worry and jeonghan smiles.

“not when i’m with you.”

another gentle tug. except, this time, it's not on your ear.

spoiler alert: it's your heart.

joshua - humming and strumming the guitar in an empty room

the living room is bustling. you’re not sure what you were expecting when your friend seungkwan said he was having a small holiday get-together, but it definitely wasn’t this. you can’t even walk from the kitchen to the living room without stepping on someone’s foot, and you were pretty sure there was a DJ in the house somewhere.

desperate for a break from the crowd, you manage to squeeze through the countless bodies and go upstairs, where it’s virtually empty. the contrast between the loud and busy first floor and peaceful second floor felt borderline holy.

you’re wandering around the second floor, happy to escape the chaos of the first floor when you hear the quiet strum of a guitar reverberating through the hallways. 

you halt and listen keenly as you try and locate where the sound was coming from. following the sweet melody of the guitar, you soon hear a voice accompanying the instrument. the door in front of you is cracked open and you peek inside, trying to identify who the talented musician was.

inside the room was joshua, an acoustic guitar propped on his knee as he strums the instrument, his fingers skillfully moving against the frets with gentle hums. his eyes are closed as he fully immerses in the music.

you stand by the doorway, arms crossed against your chest as you watch him. your lips are tugging into a small smile and you felt a gentle fluttering in your stomach. the final note hangs in the air and you hold your breath as you feel your heart rate beginning to speed up at the sight of joshua’s small smile.

his eyes slowly open and your breath catches in your throat when your eyes meet his. joshua grins when he recognizes you.

“any song requests?”

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Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #15

April 19-26 2024

President Biden appeared along side Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Senators Ed Markey and Bernie Sanders to announce major climate action. Biden announced a program, Solar For All, 7 billion dollars aimed at supporting low income house holds install solar power in their homes. The program will support 900,000 households across the country getting solar. Lower the average energy bill for a family by $400 a month and avoid more than 30 million metric tons of carbon pollution over the next 25 years. The boost in solar installation will help create 200,000 new jobs across the country. The President also announced the launch of the Climate Conservation Crops. modeled on FDR's Civilian Civilian Conservation Corps and JFK's Peace Corps, Biden's Climate Conservation Crops will be a program where young people can connect with climate projects across the country and be paid to help protect the planet. The Corps will be 20,000 strong, with 2,000 openings listed right now on their webpage across 36 states DC and Puerto Rico.

The Department of Labor finalized a new rule on overtime. Currently employers are only required to pay overtime to workers making under $35,568. Under the new ruling that will be raised to workers making $43,888, and in January 2025 raised again to workers making $58,656 and under. This will bring overtime pay to 4 million more workers and transfer $1.5 billion from the pockets of companies to workers. It also fixes to raise the level with inflation every 3 years starting in 2027.

The EPA announced a $1 billion dollar program to help replace heavily duty vehicles with clean energy versions. There are currently 3 million class 6 and 7 vehicles, school buses, box trucks dump trucks, street sweepers, delivery trucks, bucket trucks, and utility trucks, in use. 70% of the funds will go to replacing School Buses with Clean energy buses and the remaining 30% will go to replacing Vocational Vehicles like dump trucks and street sweepers. Heavy Duty vehicles on top of green house cases release harmful nitrogen oxide and fine particulate matter and replacing them will not only combat climate change but improve public health.

The Department of Interior took actions to protect 13 million acres of Alaska wild land is protected and to secure the livelihood of Alaska Native peoples who rely on this land. The Administration refused oil and mining rights on the vast areas of Alaska land as well as a 210 miles road through the northern wildernesses. This area represents valuable habitat for caribou and endangered polar bears, as well as millions of migrating birds.

The Department of Transportation announced finalized rules requiring airlines to give automatic cash refunds for canceled flights and other inconvenience. The refunds will be automatic meaning passengers will not have apply for them, prompt the airlines are required to refund a credit card purchase in 7 days, and require repayment in full and in kind, airlines can not substitute travel vouchers for cash. The DOT also announced new rules to protect airline travelers from junk fees, airlines and ticket agents must now clearly tell travelers upfront about all fees so no one is surprised by a hidden fee.

The EPA announced finalized rules on emissions standards for fuel burning power plants. The new rules include a tightening of Mercury and Air Toxics Standards, requiring a 70% reduction in mercury. It also had rules protecting ground water, new rules will require coal powered plants to remove 660 million pounds per year of pollutants discharged through wastewater, and for the first time federally regulates the dumping of coal ash, requiring safe dump sites that will not leak into ground water. Finalized rules require coal fired and new natural gas-fired power plants to capture up to 90% of their carbon pollution

Security of Transportation Pete Buttigieg attended the ground breaking of a new high speed rail project to connect Los Angeles and Las Vegas. The Biden Administration announced 3 billion to support the project 5 months ago. At 218 of all electric green rail the project promises to be the fastest way to get from LA to Las Vegas. Planned to open in 2028 just in time for the LA Olympics it is the first of many planned high speed rail projects. The Biden Administration has promised $66 billion for high speed rail and the largest single investment in Amtrak ever.

The FCC announced a new rule restoring Net Neutrality. Net Neutrality requires internet service pervaders to treat all websites equally and not slow certain ones now or speed others. In 2015 under Obama the FCC passed a rule requiring Net Neutrality. However in 2017, the FCC spread headed by Trump appointed Chair Ajit Pai repealed the rules. A patchwork of Democratic controlled states, lead by California passed state level laws requiring Net Neutrality forcing ISPs to de facto keep it in place. Late last year President Biden got the opportunity to replace Pai on the FCC, giving the FCC a 3 to 2 Democratic majority which voted this week to return to the Obama era rules and protect Net Neutrality nationwide.

The FTC passed finalized regulations to ban noncompete agreements in nearly all cases. These agreements, which cover 18% of American workers, about 30 million people, prohibit workers from joining or creating competing companies for a certain period of time. The FTC estimates that workers will earn an average of $524 dollars a year more and up to 8,500 new businesses will be created each year. The new rule will still allow noncompete for senior executives who make up less than 1% of the work force. Like with the FCC, two out of the 3 FTC commissioners who voted for the new rules are Biden appointees.

The Departments of Health and Human Services and Interior have announced a joint, $1 billion project to connect tribal communities to safe drinking water. Roughly half of Tribal households lack access to clean drinking water or adequate sanitation.

At the White House The Biden Administration announced plans to protect, restore and reconnect 8 million acres of wetlands and 100,000 miles of rivers and streams. This effort will include state, local and tribal government as well as private efforts along with the federal government to protect and restore the nations freshwater environments.

The Department of Health and Human Services announced a new rule boosting privacy protection for abortions. Republicans in states like Alabama, Texas, Oklahoma and Idaho have tried to make it a crime to leave the state to seek an abortion in a state where it is legal. The new federal rule would make it illegal for health information to be shared in these cases

Vice-President Harris announced a new rule requiring staffing standards at Nursing Homes across the country. The new rules will require registered nurses on duty 24 hours, seven days a week. This represents the first time the Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services have required specific numbers of nurses and aides in Nursing Homes that get Medicare and Medicaid funding.

The Biden Administration Announced a $6 billion deal with tech giant Micron to bring high tech manufacturing to New York. The deal is expected to see Micron invest $100 billion in Syracuse New York area as well as build a factory in Boise, Idaho. The deal will create 70,000 new jobs. It is part of the Biden Administration's effort to bring high tech chip manufacturing to America.

The Department of Education finalized the most comprehensive federal protections for Trans and other Queer students in the nation's history. The rules also overturn Trump era rules on how colleges should handle sexual assault and harassment.

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spencer reid with small boob reader!! i know he'd be so gentle and sweet

Thanks for requesting !

cw: pg-13 smut, insecurities around breast size

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 564 words

You’ve got no qualms with nudity. You rather enjoy it, actually, given the way Spencer looks at the whole expanse of your body like it’s something new and awe-inspiring and as if he couldn’t name every anatomical element of it in three languages. 

He’s quiet as he kisses you, reverent, hands roaming with scientific, exploratory touches until he finds something he likes. You gasp into his mouth. 

“Sorry.” Instantly, Spencer’s hold on your breast lightens. He backs up until he can see your face. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you laugh. “No, sorry, I was just surprised.” The slight tension in his face relaxes. “There’s not much to hurt anyway.” 

The joke is obvious in your tone, but Spencer doesn’t laugh. His eyes go all sweet and concerned instead. 

“What do you mean?” 

You roll your eyes, kissing up at him. “They’re little,” you say between lengthening pecks to his upper lip. Spencer’s got a lovely upper lip. Small but expressive, cupid’s bow shifting with every movement, you could devote an entire day to it. “Barely even there. Do whatever you want with them.” 

You feel his frown between your lips. Try to kiss it away, but to no avail. 

“They’re there,” Spencer says, pulling away so there’s a couple of inches between you. “I think they’re a good size.” 

You give him a good-natured, be serious look. “You don’t have to say that,” you tell him. “It’s fine, I accepted my meager endowment a long time ago.” 

His frown worsens, pulling his eyebrows together in the middle. “They are little, but that doesn’t make them less…” He seems to hesitate halfway through, a mild sheepishness touching his expression. “Nice. Women with larger breasts usually have pain in their upper back. Garcia says it’s not very enjoyable.” 

You laugh, your own face heating slightly at the clinical way he’s discussing this. “Yeah, I’ve heard.” 

“But you know,” Spencer goes on, “smaller breasts have been found to be more sensitive than larger ones.” 

You feel your eyebrows rise. You feel like a pre-teen, but you’re going to need him to say breasts a few more times in that voice of his. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Roughly twenty four percent more sensitive, actually.” 

You feel suddenly short of breath. Your eyes dip to where Spencer’s slender hand is still splayed over your boob, breathing a quiet, “Oh.” 

He hums, not following your gaze but undoubtedly aware of it as he leans down to press a pillowy soft kiss to your lips. “So I just want to be careful with you,” he says, his long thumb sweeping gently over your small mound, just barely skimming past your nipple. “Will you tell me if I do anything you don’t like?” 

You nod fervently, chin bumping his as you kiss up at him, but Spencer takes his time. He pecks gently at your bottom lip before his mouth migrates downwards, marking a path of adoration down your center until his lips come to rest on the inside of your left breast. You watch him the whole way, tense with anticipation and something far more fragile, and when he looks up at you through his lashes, eyes warm and soft and safe, you know Spencer sees both in your expression. 

“You’re okay with me touching them?” he checks quietly. 

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

It takes him a long while to stop.

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Fresh Start - Stanford Pines

Thank you to @ultravioletqueen for the request! I know it’s not the headcanons you requested, but I hope you still enjoy!

I could definitely be talked into a part 2 of this.

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“Hey mom,” you son called from down the hall, “is it okay if I go hang out with Dipper? His Grunkle Ford is taking us to find a monster in the woods.”

You looked up from your book to see Jack, your 13 year old, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. You had moved to Gravity Falls a few months ago. The divorce was messy. Your ex husband was a prick. You needed to get that boy out of there. Of course, you had been worried about moving to a new town. You had a job. You made friends easily, but your son wasn’t the same.

He was a shy boy, too intrigued by the supernatural for his own good. You were excited he found a friend, even if Dipper was only there in the summers to stay with his great uncles that lived in the local tourist trap.

You nodded. “Of course, honey. You need a ride over there?”

You’d met Stan before, Mr. Mystery. He wasn’t a good influence, but he was nice enough. You knew you could trust him to keep your kid safe. No part of you doubted that, but Jack had been gushing over Dipper’s other uncle, Ford. Jack had referred to him as a mad scientist. That made you a bit wary.

Monster. Yeah, that freaked you out too. You had heard whispers around town about last summer. You’d seen some weird things around Gravity Falls yourself, things lurking in the forest near your home. Some had even told you that you were so lucky you weren’t there last summer. You wondered what had happened. When you asked, you were always met with the same response: Never mind all that.

You parked your car out front of the Mystery Shack where Dipper was there to greet Jack, “Hey, man! You ready to go?”

“Dipper,” you began, “can I meet your Grunkle Ford before you guys get going?” You just wanted to be cautious. There were a lot of creeps in the world. Granted your ex husband knew most of them, but you always felt more at ease when you met someone before letting your kid have sleepovers or hang out at someone else’s house. “Would that be okay?”

Dipper nodded, but, before you could get inside, a man came out with a large backpack strapped to his back. For a moment, you thought it was Stan. He stood a bit taller than Stan, just enough for you to notice. His back was straighter and his glasses were cracked.

He gave you a warm smile, “Greetings! You must be [Y/N], Jack’s mother.” He took your hand in his. His handshake was firm. When he caught you mentally counting the fingers on his hands he pulled away. “You’ve got a smart boy, [Y/N]. I’ve never seen someone so young recite the first hundred digits of pi so quickly.”

“I even won a contest at my old school, for it, Ford!” Jack beamed up at the man you couldn’t stop staring at.

Ford ruffled his hair, “There’s nothing more fulfilling than academic achievement.” He gave loud laugh. “Boy, do I miss those college days.”

“Can I talk to you?” You said. You pointed towards the door to the Shack, eyes on Ford. He muttered a quick ‘certainly’ before following you inside. You could see the boys gabbing over what they were going to do. Jack seemed so excited. You hadn’t seen him that way in a long time. “I’m really excited Jack found a friend, but, if I’m being honest, the whole monster-hunting thing freaks me out a bit.”

Ford gave a curt nod. He could see your hesitation and understood it completely. He gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I can promise you,” he reassured, “I would never put Jack or Dipper in any danger.” Another warm smile stretched across his face. The lines by his eyes creased with his grin, “I haven’t told the boys yet, but this isn’t going to be some grand adventure. They’ll be a bit disappointed. We’re just going to catalog the migration patters of a local creature I’ve named beard cubs.”

“Harmless?” You wondered, giving him a soft look. Okay, he was normal-ish. This was fine.

A curt nod was given. “Absolutely. The worst that could happen is your teenager comes home with facial hair. You’re welcome to come if you’d like!”

“No,” you declined, “don’t want to risk becoming the bearded lady.”

Ford gave you a hardy laugh, “Very well. I’m assuming Jack has your phone number. I will give you a call when we return so you know we’ve made it back safely.” He shook your hand again. “It’s very nice to finally meet you, [Y/N]. Jack talks speaks very fondly of you.”

You gave Jack a quick hug before getting back into your car. It was cute the way the boys trudged after Ford. What really melted your heart was the way Jack looked up to Ford, completely enthralled by the amazing man leading him and Dipper into the woods.

Of course, a flutter was in your stomach. Family of your kid’s friends never led him off into the woods before, but nothing about Ford set off any red flags. He seemed safe, capable. You made a mental note to invite the Pines family over to dinner soon. They’d really made Jack feel at home in this little town.

By the time evening rolled around, you were standing in your kitchen washing dishes. Your phone was right next to you. Nothing yet. You were about to pick up the phone and call Jack when you heard a car pull up. The door opened, Jack and Dipper’s chatter filling the room.

“In here!” You called. Dipper and Ford followed your son into the kitchen. “You guys have fun?”

Dipper beamed at Jack, but Ford’s gaze was fixed on you. “As promised,” he smiled, “and no children with beards.”

The kids ran off up the stairs to Jack’s room. You dried your hands, turning to the man standing in the middle of your kitchen. You sat at the table and gestured for him to do the same. With this grace about him, he sat comfortably at your table.

“Jack didn’t cause you too much trouble, did he?” You were trying to make small talk, something you had always struggled with especially after your ex. Then, you had learned it was always better to stay quiet. You couldn’t fight if you didn’t speak. “He gets carried away sometimes.”

Ford shook his head. “Jack has never been any trouble. He’s actually very helpful. He’s very intelligent. He created this-“ Ford paused when a clatter came from up their stairs, “Is that normal?”

“Boys,” you shrugged.

Over the next few weeks, you had seen a lot of Ford. Dipper hanging around was normal. One night, they were both sleeping at your house. The next, they were at the Mystery Shack. It gave you some peace and quiet which you appreciated, but, soon, Ford was showing up at your door just to talk to you, often when Dipper and Jack were out exploring with Mabel.

You and Ford had grown quite friendly over that time. You would sit and chat about mostly nothing over tea or coffee or the occasional glass of wine. You were enjoying his company.

Tonight was one of those nights. Ford had brought Dipper and Mabel over for a sleepover. “I promise I made her leave the grappling hook at home,” Ford assured as the kids ran up the steps with their sleeping bags in tow. “I can’t promise, however, that she didn’t sneak it in her bag.”

“Eh,” you grinned. You motioned for Stanford to follow you into the living room. “Luckily, there’s nothing she can break.” Crash. You laughed as you plopped onto the sofa next to Ford. “So, no experiments to conduct tonight or are you just playing chauffeur?”

“Chauffeur.” He stared at you for a moment. You noticed that a lot lately. He reached out, brushing something from your cheek. “Sorry,” he blushed, “you had some flour or something-“

Before you could respond, three kids came barreling by you, “Hey, no running in the house, Jack!”

“Sorry, mom!”

They kept running. Mabel, however, stopped in her tracks. She had seen that. She saw the blushes and Ford’s hand on your face. “What’s going on here?”

“Mabel,” Ford warned. One of your eyebrows raised as you noticed his blush grow deeper, “Go play.”

Her feet planted themself in your throw rug. Her usually sweet grin was wicked, “Is Jack about to be my new cousin?”

Your back straightened. Had Jack said something? You didn’t think he had heard you on the phone with one of your friends from back home, yapping on and on about Jack’s friend’s hot uncle.

“Grunkle Ford has a crush on you!” She ran off.

You stared at Ford and he stared at you. Both of your eyes were wide. You two were concentrated on the other, looking for some sign that Mabel was lying.

That was when the boys came running by again, but it was Jack who stopped then. His grin was just as devious as Mabel’s had been. “Mom has a crush on you!”

Your head fell into your hands in embarrassment as the kids laughed maniacally in the distance. Ford was on his feet. For the first time ever, he was at a loss for words. His attention was only on you. A part of him was hoping you’d confirm what Jack had screamed. You wanted him to do the same. But, the silence ticked on. Even when you finally had the courage to see his face, he stood silent.

“Please apologize to your husband for me,” Ford’s voice was curt and dry. “I think this has gotten out of hand.”

You blinked as you tried to comprehend what he just said. His words weren’t really registering until he was opening the front door. “I’m not married. Not anymore, at least.” That seemed to catch his attention. Suddenly? You couldn’t stop yourself. When the subject had been broached in the past, you had avoided it masterfully. Now, you couldn’t. “Jack’s father and I divorced a little over a year ago. The yelling, the emotional manipulation, I couldn’t do it anymore. So, I left.”

Ford stared blankly at you, but you continued. “Jack’s telling the truth. Its silly. We’re grown adults. I know-“

He kissed you, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“Awww!” Mabel cooed from the top of the steps, “Jack, you’re our cousin now!”

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[sitting-on-me-bum]

A rare sighting on a mild Christmas Day of waxwings in south London. The flock of 13 was feeding on berries from a pink rowan tree in a garden. The waxwings have migrated across from Scandinavia due to a shortage of food there and have been sighted across the UK.

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I made the art challenge Marchirp! Make art based on the prompt of the day, use tag #marchirp, and at me @elliottnotyet. You can do paintings, drawings, sculptures, digital art, poetry, photography, or switch it up throughout the month. Just have fun!

[Image ID: schedule for a bird themed March art challenge, Marchirp. The words are dark blue on a light blue background. There are bird silhouettes around the title. A list of the daily prompts is below the cut. End ID]

1. Chickens, turkeys, quail

2. Falconiformes

3. Ducks/geese

4. Corvids

5. Penguins

6. Flightless birds

7. Hawks

8. Pidgeons/doves

9. Shorebirds

10. Owls

11. Wetlands birds

12. Brood parasites

13. Eagles

14. Hummingbirds

15. Vultures

16. Free day

17. Extinct birds

18. Feathers

19. Pelecaniformes

20. Bird from you region

21. Nest

22. Migration

23. Dancers

24. Desert birds

25. City birds

26. Rainforest birds

27. Bird hybrid

28. Songbirds

29. Parrots

30. Finches

31. Your favorite

[writtenbychris]

Boston 99

A/N: yes the title is a play on "Brooklyn 99" but it's not based on it

Warnings: none

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

The van rumbled steadily along the highway, the soft luminescence of the dashboard lights just barely brightening Chris's face as he dozed off in the passenger seat. Matt was behind the wheel, laser-focused on the road, while Nick lounged in the middle row, playing a game on his phone. (Name) and (Sister's Name), the girls that were dating Chris and Matt respectively, were tucked into the back seat, sharing a blanket and headphones and silently dying of laughter over something only they found funny. The road trip to Boston was going to be long, and the hours had stretched late into the night. The glowing sign of a rest stop emerged in the distance. Matt sighed in relief.

"Thank God," he announced even though no one was paying attention. "I’m stopping at the next exit. We all need some rest, especially me." He steered the van into a quiet rest stop, where a few scattered cars were parked under the dull yellow street lights.

Matt parked, got out, and stretched dramatically, announcing that he was going to walk around for a bit. Nick followed, stuffing his phone into his pocket and muttering about finding something to eat.As Matt turned off the engine and stepped out with Nick, Chris stirred awake, squinting as the street lights glowed in his face.

“What’s going on?” he mumbled, his voice groggy.

“Rest stop,” (Sister's Name) answered. “Matt and Nick needed a breather and some snacks.”

“Are we in Boston?”

(Name) shakes her head. “We’re still like, 12 or 13 hours out. My Google Maps says we're somewhere close to the border between Indiana and Ohio..?”

“God damn it. I thought we’d be 5 hours away by now at the most, not half a fucking day!”

“Hey, take it up with the traffic on I-94, not me.” She retorts, putting her hands up reflexively. “Plus, maybe we’d be closer to Boston if we didn’t have to stop at every other gas station to either let you pee or get you Pepsi!”

“Okay, okay, I get it!”

“Do you? Because you drank a whole 2-liter bottle by yourself. I don’t even know how you still have teeth, let alone the audacity to complain.”

He averted his gaze to the floor, turning a bit red as he did so. “Fuck you,” he said jokingly, causing them both to laugh.

After a few moments, Matt and Nick were seen walking back to the car. Chris turned his head to look at (Name) and (Sister's Name).

“‘M gonna get some snacks for (Name). Be right back.”

“Now-?! Nick is gonna tear you up for leaving the car as soon as they come ba-!”

He turned to face (Name) directly before she could even finish her protest.

“I am going to get snacks for (Name). My girlfriend. I will be right back.”

He gets out of the car and closes the door just as Nick and Matt arrive. Chris didn’t even realize how much he needed to stand up until that moment.

“Um, where are you going?” Nick asked. “Don’t fucking tell me that you waited until we fucking LEFT AND CAME BACK before you decided that you needed to get out too.”

“I wasn’t waiting for you, dumbass. I’m just getting snacks for (Name).”

Matt laughs. “Bro you’re gettin’ snacks for your girlfriend? This the same kid who was scared to death of bein’ in a relationship?”

“The real question is did YOU get snacks for YOUR girlfriend??”

“No?”

“Jesus Christ. I’ll fuckin’ do it.” He says, walking off before Matt or Nick could even reply.

Chris had migrated to the back of the car with his girlfriend and her sister. He got snacks for both girls just as he had promised and (Sister's Name) was rightfully cheesed about the fact that her sister’s boyfriend was the one giving her the princess treatment instead of her own, but neither Matt nor (Sister's Name) had the energy to turn it into a problem. (Name) shifted in her seat, pulling the blanket further up around the three of them. Chris wrapped one arm around her as the van fell quiet, everyone just about ready to pass out.

"Hey," he murmured sleepily, his voice low. "You good?"

“Mhm..” she murmured, too tired and too full to produce coherent sentences.

“Mkay. Oh and by the way, if you need to get out and, like… use the bathroom or anything, wake me up first. I’ll come with you.”

(Name)’s expression flickered with surprise. “Chris, I’m not a little kid. I don’t need a bodyguard. You need sleep more than I need a chaperone.”

Chris turned toward her fully, his expression soft but unwavering with all traces of exhaustion seeming to magically disappear. He then cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs gently brushing her cheeks. His low and steady voice carried a weight that made her chest tighten.

“(Name),” he said, “I’m serious. It’s late. It’s dark. I don’t trust this place. I don’t care how safe you think it is. I know you’re tough and that you can take care of yourself, but if something happened to you and I had to live the rest of my life knowing I could’ve prevented it, I’d lose a lot more sleep.”

A heavy silence filled the van as Chris’s words lingered, leaving everyone else to wonder if he was genuinely this melodramatic. (Name)’s heart skipped a few beats despite also thinking that Chris was losing his mind. Nick broke the tension with an exaggerated groan.

"Oh my God, Chris," he called out, rolling his eyes. "Could you be any more over-the-top? It’s a rest stop, not a fucking war zone, I promise you she’ll survive."

(Sister's Name) burst into laughter, bringing her thumb and index finger to either side of her face as she always does. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this is real life.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Fuck all of you,” he muttered, before finally sitting back in his seat and taking the whole blanket for himself.

Matt laughed from the front. “Honestly Chris, I’m impressed. Kid’s really out here having a whole Romeo and Juliet moment over a rest stop. That’s a new level of cringe even for you.”

Everyone in the van started cracking up, even (Name) herself while Chris unceremoniously made his way to the front of the van to wrestle with Matt.

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[mamiya-a]

Playing dangerous

Mother Miranda/reader

Warning for explicit content.

Chapter 13: Birthday surprise

Summary:

Good luck trying to find out Miranda's age. (She doesn't know it herself)

You don't think that something so insignificant and easily overlooked could bring such filled and joyful feelings to your already tightened chest. Yet the waves of excitement , rushing through your body, can hardly fail to make their presence known when you place your toothbrush next to Miranda's in a fluid motion. 

It's satirical , and kind of makes you feel silly, but the look of a very ordinary object, placed so calmly next to something that belongs to her, forced you to smile like a little kid who just got a long-awaited birthday present. Despite understanding that Miranda is a woman , keeping too much on her appearance, her personal bathroom is not as  cluttered with the variety of products as you expected her to be using. You could even say that the first few times you spent exploring the medium sized room , left you disappointed. After all, the woman you now sleep next to almost every night , always has that pleasant aroma wafting after her like a cloak of pleasure, part of you wanted to unravel her secret ways of achieving her enchanting scent and appropriate it for yourself. 

Surely the days that have curled up under the dark , but cosy roof of the now not so sinister mansion are beginning to follow along , making you lose track of time. And yet , the enjoyment of shared moments with the blonde woman doesn't seem to be going away . Everything about her makes your fingertips itch , and the soft pillows of your cheeks warm. It's not just the insignificant toothbrush, but also the hairbrush placed next to hers, the forgotten pieces of outfits at almost every corner of her bedroom- quickly tossed aside after Miranda's decision that you'd look better without them, the few bulging notebooks, that have migrated to her room through which she occasionally runs a darker pen to correct mistakes , even your rarely fully charged phone which she makes sure to plug into her own charger so you can use it when you need to. 

Even her daughters have noticed,  little by little the room originally assigned to you is emptying , while Miranda's has slowly started to welcome another person's warmth. 

The line between the simple job of being a babysitter and the unconscious burden of your role as Miranda's partner has long since begun to thin. You often find yourself lending a helping hand to her daughters, who would normally prefer to seek their mother's advice. Several times now you've had a meal together , prepared from your personal recipe, which the girls have enjoyed and Miranda has praised. Penetrating this little family is a slow but sure process. 

Your fingers run smoothly through your  hair , slicking it back, as you examine your face in the mirror. Your eyes are silent , but there is a small light in them that has been unseen for years. Peace. You can easily admit to yourself that you feel calm and in place. 

A new wave of obliteration assaults the top of your head , born of your frustration over the few hairs sticking out. When you find yourself making the same motion for the third time , now gritting your teeth , you laugh. It's not even a hairstyle you like, but it's certainly out there, hastily acquired by Miranda. It seems like the blonde woman effects you in an unusual way - without both of you even noticing you have began to mold yourself into her own persona. 

A perfect exactly is the current morning. You've never been a person to greet the sun with a enthusiastic smile, yet alone cut a precious slumber session even before the end of night. Miranda, however, is keen on her obligations. And you follow her blindly. She has urgent work , which requires to start at sunrise? Then you wake up with her. 

Your body clumsily begins to move towards the bathroom exit , your skin tingling from the cold in the room , expecting a pleasant wave of heat to spill over it the moment you take the first step  into the bedroom, but your brain fails to remember the unpleasant cold air wafting through it. 

Your pajamas do keep you somewhat warm but you can't help your toes , which curl under the weight of your body or your shivering hands , momentarily wrap  around your top, trying to mimic a heated capsule. 

A pleasant metallic sound chimes past your ears , gently caressing them with a gloved hand , almost instantly accompanied by the inviting glint of jewels , which reflect in your eyes when you decide to turn your head towards the distraction. 

Miranda stands proudly in front of her vanity , her figure slightly twisted forward but not losing any of its glory , at an angle where in an upright position and slightly tilted head she can clearly see the different types of earrings she is trying on and possibly choose the best pair. Although , she looks quite lost in her selection process , she allows herself a distraction and her lips develop into a sweet smile, specially sent towards you. Maybe it's the way her lipstick has soaked into the soft tissue , or maybe it's the whole adorable look , or the simple need for her touch , but after that gesture you quickly find yourself clinging to her , trying to tear away some of her body heat. 

With your chest already pressed against her back, you're easily lost in the crisscross of all the curves of her body, accompanied by the sweet smell of her perfume. The quiet sigh she lets out , influenced by your eager mouth , which is lost along the length of her neck, makes you lock her waist in the trap of your arms, knowing fully well that she trusts you enough to relax  in your tight  embrace. 

You keep kissing her on that significantly more sensual skin until Miranda gives in and relaxes her hands on the surface of the vanity. In one palm she still clutches a beautifully coloured earring , its twin dangling from her left ear, threatening to tangle in your hair. She doesn't protest when your fingers shift to apply pressure to her jaw. Once her head shifts, however, you stare at her begging mouth for yours and pause. You don't want to ruin her slightly reddish lipstick , even if it means leaving her disappointed.

"It's early" -  Miranda comments , her morning voice presenting its magic over you once again. Your gaze whips away from her and instead lingers on a hanging clock, with the time being  just after 7am. - "The bed can still keep you warm." - her statement certainly sounds pleasant, but as soon as your eyes fall upon the furniture's emptiness you shake your head. - "Why don't you get some more sleep, darling?"  

"It's pointless without you" - you stubbornly answer her. Although Miranda's mouth snaps open , ready to protest, a light of interest flickers in her eyes and she deftly raises her eyebrows. Then she smiles, and her voice changes pitch. 

"You want me to feel bad for waking you up or for the fact that I'll have to go out on in less than an hour and leave you?" - the one thing she forgets to mention is her absence will be considerably long. Lucky for you, though, that's exactly what you need. As an initial plan you had set an alarm to wake you , but Miranda's silent, yet  unable to restrain themselves, palms however easily pulled you from your dreams. 

In her full defense, this is the first time someone has managed to wake you up with just the gentle caress of their hands on your face. It was certainly a great beginner sight of the day. 

"I was thinking of getting up early anyway." -  you assure her , placing another soft kiss on her skin. - "But if you're so willing to be my debtor..." the blonde woman hums in approval, trying to follow your train of thought. - "I wouldn't turn down a little study help." 

"Are you still struggling with making diagnoses?" - just broaching the subject makes you snort. The surprise in the woman's voice, however, is belied because your lack of duties over the past few days hasn't prompted you to stick your nose into study materials, but rather to indulge in complete relaxation, which is now starting to put a strain on you. 

"So many diseases..." -  a rush of warm air leaves your lungs , gently caressing ends of  golden hair before you separate from Miranda with a slow step. She doesn't miss the chance to follow your movements with wonder. - "And their symptoms are so identical...tell me, how am I supposed to be able to handle them all?" 

"The domain of my work partly obliges me to be familiar with the topic." -  she explains calmly. Already both her ears show off the lovely earrings, paired almost perfectly with her dark dress. A horribly sly grin appears on her face, accompanied by a cross of her arms. - "How about a quick exercise?" 

Unable to refuse her , you sigh , making a circular motion with your hand to signal your agreement. Miranda smiles at you again , her eyes scanning your body from top to bottom while the brief seconds of deliberation clearly show behind them. 

"Let's say your poor patient  suffers from...fever, fatigue , body weakness... or pain, soar throat and severe cough." - every description comes out of her mouth with a harsh tone. Listening carefully to her spilled words you can't help yourself but notice a furious line building up between her eyebrows. - "If not treated properly the sickness can cause respiratory distress, organ failures or in the worst cases - death." 

Miranda stops her brief presentation , moving her hands through the thin air and forcing the bracelets around her wrists to jangle.  She has exquisitely adorned her forearms with those golden metal branches wrapping upwards around her skin that you love to admire , easily lost in the beautiful portrait of the woman. 

You suck in a breath , gathering your thoughts , so you can give her a solid answer. You know , Miranda wouldn't stab you in the back by making more specific cases , but you don't leave yourself in the proper hands of this shallow thinking. 

"Assuming , that the failure of internal organs is precisely the lungs..." -  you begin to think aloud , causing the edges of her lips to lift. The blonde woman is certainly a fan of situations , in which the two of you can freely discuss your common pursuits. - "I think a safe answer would be Tuberculosis?" 

"No." - although voiced out clearly, the dissatisfying sound of the word is quieter than its siblings, fluidly escaping her lips. 

"No!?" - one might say your reaction is a big overreacted and filled with false hope. Miranda on another hand finds it amusing. 

After a few more wrong speculation shot from your thinking mind , eager to find the answer, you give up and offer her a perfectly green light to award you with what should be the correct response. 

"Spanish flu." - Miranda's smile doesn't dare leave her face once she decides to shatter your hopes for a correct assumption , slow shaking of her head, silently mocking you. 

"That's so unfair, Miranda!" - you barely stop yourself from shouting, clenching your jawline while she obtains a surprised face , born from the usage of her full name. - "At least give me something that's not from a hundred years ago, please." 

"Is...the previous century considered too old for you, darling?" -  as you watch how something specific in her question causes her to place a palm on her chest , you lick your dry lips, visibly chapped from the cold in the room. Perhaps you should try to convince her into adding an air conditioner to heat up her bedroom from time to time. 

"Isn't the Spanish flu extinct?" - you voice out, unable to stay upright and hastily taking a position on the bed. After only seconds, you throw a warm blanket over your lap and legs.  You pat the mattress to signal Miranda to sit next to you. Surprisingly she does , but not looking forward to receiving the precious heat of the sheets you would kill for right now , despite the presence of her short dress. - "I doubt anyone still struggles with it today." 

"You could never be certain." 

Even your most successful attempts to understand her message fail in their work the second her head hovers over you and subsequently lands on your shoulder. You can't stop the joy spreading through your body. Perhaps the thing you like most about the woman next to you is the way that even in an almost dense silence , like  currently, the intimacy and tenderness you have with each other dare not evaporate. 

Of course tender moments like this are easily spoiled , but not because of an unspoken or overly spoken opinion , emotions or misunderstood situations. These external factors - unavoidable commitments always find the cracks in your walls of calmness. Miranda's phone rings, causing her to make an annoyed guttural sound before reaching out to grab it. You appreciate the fact that she doesn't pick up , even a part of you is oblivious at the thought that she considers you more important than her probably ringing colleagues. What you don't like though is that once her screen goes black again she detaches herself from you , destroying every connection to your body with hers. 

"Leaving already?" - strange, it seemed that somehow you had more time to enjoy her morning company. Miranda sighs , her back turned to you, shoulders slumped low. She nods - an answer to your question. 

"I sincerely hope this meeting will be different." -  her quiet words remind you of how this whole visiting different groups of scientists thing started about two weeks ago. The blonde woman was happy to reveal the secret that the email you helped her with wasn't limited to just one person's address. And on the bright side, quite a few of her potential partners were interested. Which often left you alone while she negotiated, but with more time to prepare her surprise. - "Honestly, darling, after so many conversations with...immature disappointments, not even knowing exactly what they want...it would be refreshing if I could find a quality group to finally start my project with." -she pauses briefly between sentences- "and finish it  successfully." 

"Take your time, Miranda." - you find the will power to fight back against the cold , and even though you're reminded of the awful feeling once you step fully on the floor , you manage to walk behind her yet again. - "I know this is something of great importance to you." - her specificity to the topic confirms it. She tenses a bit , while your finger gently run up to her slightly exposed back, past the strange pattern of her skin there. You still think she's searching for a way to fix it , even though she denies this assumption. You place a kiss to the back of her neck just to calm her down. - "I can be patient and wait for you while taking care of the girls." 

"Then I can count on you to handle breakfast?" -  it's normally Miranda who takes on the kitchen tasks. You've noticed it's one of her few hobbies outside of work. Or at least the ones you know about. A lot of it's still a mystery, but you're slowly starting to unravel it. 

"Are you doubting me?" -  your tone immediately makes her turn around. Both of you are met with smiles. What you don't expect, however, is for Miranda to pull you to her and lean her lips against yours without warning. There goes all your worry about her lipstick. 

"I promise to make something sweet for all of us as payback." - she says. Her eyes dart around the room , searching for something. She calms down once she sees her prepared bag on the bed. - "How does that sound?" 

"Lovely." -  you assure her , as she separates from you to grab her needed accessory to her outfit from your shared bed. - "When did you say you were coming back?"

"Should be before afternoon." - plenty of time to prepare, then. 

You can only think how good of an idea she has given you without realising, all the way down  to the front door, where you wave her goodbye. Although Miranda's taste for food is hard to satisfy ,  she certainly has a sweet tooth. 

Except she doesn't know that she's not the one who's going to have her way in the kitchen. The idea is still swirling around in your head even after her departure , with her book of recipes open  in your hands until you come across something she would surely like. 

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"What kind of bowl do we need?" 

"Make sure it's large, sweetie." 

"Where is the flour?!" 

"The bottom cabinet...on the right..there it is, dear." 

"Are two eggs enough or should I get more?" 

"Yeah, I think it's alr-" 

"Ah! Stupid knife!" - A high-pitched scream quickly throws you off balance. Your body hastily makes a full circle on its axis and you spin towards the direction of the sound. Across from you, a few feet away from the sink stands the mini version of Miranda. Despite their similarities , Eva is still a child, and the kitchen is unfamiliar to her and her sister. The blond , however, is currently holding one hand in the other , and her face is sucked up in a frown. A sharp knife with plastic handle has fallen to the floor by her feet. Once your eyes focus on it, a few tiny drops of scarlet blood trickle onto the surface of the kitchen tiles. It makes you freeze. 

For the moment, you're sulking , not knowing what action to take first. Eva has clearly cut herself and her extra unmoving makes it clear that she is still in shock too. Then a thought runs through your head. These children may not be yours , but the risk of your profession forces you to feel like they are. How would Miranda react...what would her vindicated character do? 

In mere seconds you are both over the sink, her stiff yet easy to lift body is heavily supported in your arms , as you work together to thoroughly clean, her wounded finger. The cut isn't deep , but certainly the sight of the water rushing in with blood isn't one of the most pleasant. After you stop the water flowing, you start to wonder just where Miranda keeps the emergency patches...if she even has any. Luckily for you , another helper comes to your rescue. Eveline quickly opens a distant kitchen cabinet and pulls out sterile bandages , which you use to secure Eva's ring finger. 

The commotion passes almost as quickly as it started. All three of you are now calm and breathing normally. Your eyes slowly slide away from Eva and instead land on the floor , where the fallen knife still lies. You allow yourself to bend down to pick it. As soon as you stand up, however, another part of the incident appears on the kitchen counter in front of you. 

The piece of butter that is sitting there is still visibly frozen...and solid. The puzzle of the happened quickly assembles in your head. Most likely, in the inexperienced and soft hands of the blonde girl , the knife slipped from its main target and cut her finger. 

You focus on Eva again, noticing that she is somehow purposely avoiding your gaze. 

"You know, butter knives exist for a reason?" -  it's comical how even the way the mother and daughter's facial features are almost the same when twisted in anger. Eva's hands are flailing through the air in defense. 

"If I had known would I have-" 

"Just promise me you'll be more careful." -whether you warm her bed or not , whether you hug and kiss her every day, even if you're the only thing close to a friend to Miranda-you don't want to think about what she'd do if something happened to one of the girls ,  on your watch. Then again...you wouldn't feel out of place on your own. Just like now, if you were closer to her , instead of focusing on the written sentences about the recipe....a sigh escapes your heavy chest. - "You really scared me."

"I...I'm sorry, I should have... asked for help." -  you and Eveline  both look at each other , unable to comprehend that it was her sister who decided to say those words. The almost unreal moment is quickly brushed aside as soon as Eva notices your wonderful looks and instead hastily coughs , ending the silence in the kitchen. - "I still think nothing would have happened if we had decided to make a cake."  

"I assure you Miranda will be just as happy with the cookies." - the clock never works in anyone's favor, though. Minutes eaten can't be returned , and what you have is still an unfinished dough mix and a wounded baker. - "If we ever finish them..." 

"I don't get it." - the blonde girl comments irritably , arms now crossed. - "A birthday calls for a cake with...candles and decorations..!" - she twists her wrists and turns to you. - "what's so special about these cookies?" 

You can still recall the day Miranda decided to share this recipe with you, instead of kicking you out of her precious kitchen. It was a rather weird day, vivid...she was awfully domestic, which had a positive side effect to you of course, but also summoned questions, as for why she was suddenly so interested in you. Although this scene had passed quite a while ago, ghostly memories of her hands on your waist or between your own , guiding you through the baking, still linger inside your head. The tips of your ears burn while you open your mouth to give the kids an answer. 

"Nothing...and everything." - you're met with pure confusion, which you immediately understand and after a second the mistake is fixed. - "It's just a nice memory of her...us." 

While Eveline giggles, Eva forces a grimace on her face. It's interesting to be in the company of both your biggest supporter and the one , who probably prays for your breakup with Miranda every night. You shake your head and smile, proposing them to finally get over the baking. 

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Soon , despite the size of the room, the kitchen is filled with a pleasant smell , managing to reach every shrouded corner and closed  cabinet. With every passing second , the sink , filled with dirty and used dishes, starts to take back its spotlessly clean original shape, influenced by your eagerness to clean your workplace. 

You can't stop yourself from casting a few glances at the two little girls next to you, who are carefully drawing birthday cards on the kitchen counter, with thousands of colored pencils scattered on it. Near them is a large bouquet of flowers. Artificial of course , losing the beauty of the living nature, but easy to maintain and especially hide. You still remember , you bought them about a week ago , when you were out , to prepare the rest of the gift gestures to Miranda. 

Surely the task of deciding exactly what to gift a woman , who has practically everything, was not easy at all. Lucky for you, though, the solution isn't hiding miles away. This isn't the first time, and you don't think it will be the last, that you have to ask Evelyn exactly what to do with her unpredictable mother. 

After some conversation , reflection and various ideas - the raven black haired girl managed to get your attention by mentioning something about the older woman's past hobbies. Thinking about it now you wouldn't call it a hobby but a lack of faith in the abilities of others. It's clear to you that Miranda is overly particular about her clothing , if it wasn't dramatic and eye catching enough , she wouldn't go out. 

You learn from Evelyn that in past years she herself has tried to achieve this effect but perhaps due to lack of knowledge and time it has remained history. However, a sewing machine has been left almost untouched in the mansion, which is  now  nicely moved to your original room , away from Miranda's sharp gaze.

You hope that all the materials and fabrics you already bought , under the disguise of going for weekly shopping, past the dubious blonde woman will be enough.

Lost in thought , you forget about the mechanical work of your hands and before you know it the plates are already arranged and washed and you are taking the last steps of your shared activity with the girls - to get the already finished cookies out of the heated oven. 

The room seems too empty, however, once you manage to get them all into a large plate, more like a tray but managing to fit them all. With the help of their childish imagination, the girls managed to add all sorts of multi-coloured embellishments to the normally boring looking cookies. Some have faces , others flow from one colour to another , and others are in different shapes - circles , squares or hearts. However, these two pairs of helping hands have disappeared from the kitchen before they can see the finished product. 

Your gaze moves to the ticking clock on the wall , out of sheer interest... 

"She's here! She's here!" 

Eva bursts into your chambers of calmness without bothering to knock. Her words ignite a raging fire in your chest and you nearly drop the biscuits at her surprise appearance. Behind her, Eveline comes hurriedly , but quietly , over to the counter and grabs the bouquet of artificial flowers. She disappears as quickly as the wind. 

Unconsciously you have moved to the window , where you clearly recognize the black jeep parked in front of the mansion. Because of its darkened windows you can't see the silhouette of the woman inside , but your breath hitches the moment the car door slowly opens. 

You let Eva pull you through the hallways to the living room before you can see Miranda get out of her car.

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Normally you like the clattering sound her heels make, but now every uncertain step she takes on the smooth floor forces out  a straining echo. It's obvious she's looking for you - both you and her daughters. You swallow hard  once the repetitive waves of sound stop just outside the closed living room door.

It takes Miranda only a moment after she passes the entrance , to freeze in place as if struck by angry thunder. Her pupils dilate to the point that the blue of her eyes is barely visible. Well maybe getting up in front of her with cookies, decorations, presents and yelling wasn't the best idea for a birthday surprise,  given her peculiar nature. 

At best you would have assumed , you startled her, but the way her hand moves to latch around the base of her neck and rub calming circles there, tells you that's not the point. The nervous tic , usual for her, quickly reveals that the woman really has no clue what is going on. 

"Eva?" -  her daughter's name tumbles from her uncertain lips. The girl doesn't wait to be called a second time and after placing the drawings , which she was holding until now, on the table - she shortens the distance between her and Miranda who has already started to squat , shortening the length of her body, in order to be at the girl's level. 

Again you become an external witness to their closeness. First Eva hugs her mother hard across the shoulders , to show her that everything is fine , and then she puts her ear out , so she can hear exactly what she is saying. Miranda's eyes are troubled , the normal emotions in them have evaporated , dead with boredom as they wait for their younger daughter's response , which however is a reply that rumbles around the room . 

"It's a birthday surprise , mommy!" -  she explains enthusiastically , one of her little hands having caught Miranda's. Unfortunately for you , it's the one whose ring finger is wrapped in a bandage , due to the cut from earlier. - "We wanted to do something special for you."

"...But today is not.. my birthday." - Miranda delays her response, visibly confused by the situation. Your fingertips dig into the metal tray in your hands, piled high with cookies. 

"It never is!" - Eveline inevitably joins their conversation, but she doesn't move from her place , close to you. Her mother's attention moves to her, a slight smile on the edges of her lips. - "If you don't celebrate it today, you won't do it tomorrow or whenever...and that's...." her speech slows and she rethinks her words. - "our birthdays are always celebrated , and you say you don't even remember yours...it's not fair to you, mom..." 

For just a second, comfort flashes in Miranda's eyes. She places a loving kiss on Eva's forehead, then grabs her wrist to bring her fingers closer and her lips provide another caress on the wound , wrapped with a bandage. She lifts her gaze to you, almost making you stagger back. The blue of her eyes looks more beautiful than any night sky, and the dark  makeup around her eyelids make the color pop so brightly you come back that she's glimpsed into your soul.

The older woman stands up proudly and begins to walk close to you, followed obediently by Eva. As soon as she reaches her other daughter - she unexpectedly grabs her and lifts her up without a problem. The girl giggles in her embrace, and though her arms hesitate whether or not to turn away , they wrap around her mother anyway. Eveline whispers something in her ear, presumably to congratulate her on her fake birthday, at which Miranda whispers back with a soft kiss on her cheek. 

As you watch them with kind eyes , the tray in your hands grows heavier and heavier, but not as heavy as the lonely heart in your chest. You can't stop a thought , swimming furiously through your mind. If your mother were alive, would she be hugging you like this , would your family be so happy...? You can't deny that you are at least a little jealous of moments like these. But with that comes the other problem, which is the fact that you feel out of place, like waste to this foreign family...

Then you feel gentle caresses around your neck , cheeks and ears. You blink once, twice, before Miranda's face forms in front of you , and the fingers running charmingly across your cheekbones feel real. Almost immediately you relax into her touch, her palms soft as pillows , enveloping both sides of your face. You can even feel her thumbprints gently touch the edges of your eyelashes. 

"Was that all.. your doing?" - as if seeing straight ahead, her question now contained the answer she needed. But you can't take all the adulation for yourself. 

"It was a general idea." -  you answer her, noticing how her white teeth barely grazed the skin of her bottom lip for a brief moment. Miranda, despite nodding in agreement, remains so engrossed in you. Her gaze moves from your eyes , to your mouth and back again. As if she couldn't make up her mind what to do with you. 

When Miranda approaches to kiss you, however, you panic. You don't know how her children, especially Eva, would react to such closeness between you. In an attempt to stop her proximity, you try the cookie tray against her stomach, causing her to look down in annoyance. Then a quiet laugh slips from her throat. Her slender fingers grab a cookie decorated in green and she brings it to her mouth , tasting it.  

Then Miranda just can't hold back and places a quick kiss on your cheek anyway , before totally detaching herself from you. She sits down on the couch, surrounded by her daughters who excitedly start showing her the cards , they made. She is surprised at the fake flowers , but accepts them graciously. You smile, knowing she likes it all. You join them, fingers trembling with desire to show your girlfriend your personal gift.

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"Can I open my eyes already?" - Miranda's quiet , concerned voice echoes through the room, a slight note of impatience curving the edges of her words. Her body moves clumsily forward, now stopped just outside the door to your original room. You stand deftly behind her , one arm around her waist, the other gently pressing the handle , causing the wood to creak. 

"Just a second..." -  you mutter, eyebrows arched, stress born of the fact that several pieces of fabric lie carelessly in front of the entrance. You quickly kick them aside so you can pass , without the danger of both of you ending up on the floor. After a few quick glances , in the now lit room from the lamp you turn on, you take a deep breath. - "You can open them now, Mira." 

A rainbow of emotions runs across her face. Her initial look of calmness is replaced by surprise , which quickly turns into a questioning expression...and finally a mixture of disappointment and incomprehension. Her reaction makes you wince. 

"You bought me...a sewing machine?" - Miranda asks  uncertainly, her slender fingers working their way through the air to tangle with yours. As she looks at the medium sized machine on the table in the middle of the room , along with a mannequin and a pile of fabric...all things she once bought , but never used , you don't notice that she pulls your hand closer to her. You take a step back just before she can brush her lips against your swollen knuckles. 

"No, I borrowed it. From you, actually." -  you assure her, praying that someday you too will have enough money to forget what you do and don't own. Still, you feel pleasantly touched by the softness of her assumption that this is her gift. - "I plan on creating something new for you to wear." 

"How did you even think of that?" - her surprised tone adds to the confirmation that rich people like her, whose houses are piled high with unnecessary furniture and ornaments, often forget about their possessions. 

"I certainly got a little...inside help." -  you urge out a smile. She returns a similar gesture, one more provocative than usual. 

"Eveline?" - your head quickly makes a nodding motion to confirm her assumption. A quiet, chuckling 'of course' escapes past her lips as she steps forward. Her index finger glides across the surface of the spreading machine , and her body slowly surrounds it. She sighs , eyes raised to you. - "If my memory serves me right I gave up that little toy , because I found it too...confusing." her pride won't let her call it complicated. - "Do you know how to use it?" 

"When I was younger, I often tried to make my own clothes." - a few fond memories of your teenage years spent in  long nights of sewing various t-shirts pop into your head. - "money was tight , plus my taste in fashion was always changing..." - you chuckle at the way your father used to react to all of  your different phases, the poor man would always try to understand and support you, no matter what. - "Oh and the internet is truly a wonderful gold mine so...I looked up a lot of video guides. " - something in her gaze has softened, you find it incredibly comforting. - "I'm certain in my abilities." 

"Why are you doing this?" - Miranda questions, head slightly tilted, if not allowing herself to be confusing enough she then quietly adds, almost whispering. - "What...do you want from me?" 

"I...what?" - you've expected everything, from her showing no emotions to covering you with kisses, even getting mad...for whatever reason she decides to acknowledge, really everything but her current reaction, which is beyond your understanding. Miranda doesn't take a step further or closer to you, she only allows herself to cross her arms in front of her chest. 

"All of this, of today, everything." - she taps a few times on her skin, as if to gather your attention. - "Why do all of this for me?" 

Your lips are part, leaving your mouth open for a few seconds as you try to figure out her logic. Hasn't anyone ever done these sorts of things for her? Thinking about it , Miranda didn't look so much surprised as frightened at your surprise with the girls. You fall silent, an icy chill spreads through the room. You know her love life story isn't one of the best but you can't stop yourself from wondering how much of a neglect she's been that she wants a reason to be treated well. Or the worse part of the situation is that she probably thinks , she should do something in return for you.  

"I told you, didn't I?" - you take a confident step towards her, keeping your hands close to your body, trying not to scare her. Yet her nose slightly wrinkles once you approach her further. - "I want to treat you right, show you respect and appreciation, I want..." - you stop right in front of her. Due to the  height difference between you , the upright lifting of your head if needed. You find her with weak eyes, darker than usual. - "I feel like I want to give you everything...that's why today is for you and for you only." - finally she breaks, her beloved, soft palms gentle cup your cheeks and you swear you almost melt at her touch. - "I can be good for you, better than...Mia...or Eva's father even." 

"Oh?" - Miranda's curiosity clicks right on time - "Is he part of the competition as well?" 

"Eva shared with me he wasn't the best." - the girl surely showed her hatred towards the man, from Miranda or rather your weird dreams , twisted with unpleasant feelings for him, you know he wasn't the best partner either. - "Yet he was still with you, at some point." 

"For most of our relationship we were forced to be together."  - her hands trail down your open collar , down your exposed neck. It's not long before Miranda leans in , to place her head there, her lips just inches from your collarbone. - "I was married, you know?" -  she laughs , and you try to figure out exactly how she let this happen. - "After that, I didn't even want to look at men." 

The way her hands are clenched into fists you can guess that Miranda didn't have a good husband at all. And yet you can't stop your questions. 

"What was he like..?" - she doesn't answer , not before kissing your skin and then sighing, shooting warm air towards your neck, easily making you arch it to the side , as if she's tickling you. 

"He felt like a change. I first met him behind the church where his father worked." you decide to put your arms around her back and waist as she continues to tell her story. - "He was visibly attracted to me, but he didn't dare to become closer to me. I didn't care." - this sentence makes you wonder what kind of childhood Miranda had. She has the appearance of a very calm woman, yet deep down she holds a storm , ready to escalate at any moment. - "After a few more meetings between us, he broke down, threw away his laws and shared his bed with me. He was kind, he lied for me, he committed sins, he cared..." a note of nostalgia rises in her voice, but is quickly replaced. - "That was until I naturally found myself pregnant with Eva. Then he changed and everything...went to hell." 

"He probably judged her as a mistake and-" 

"Eva is anything but a mistake." -  you realize the error of your words as soon as Miranda pushes away from you , leaving your arms empty. It doesn't matter what relationship you have with her, her daughter will always come first. -  "But you're right...he didn't love her like I do. You have no idea how many times he's tried to get rid of her." -  your fingers twitch at the thought, and your eyes slide down to where they can clearly see the scar on Miranda's ankle. - "To keep his pride he married me. That turned out to be his biggest mistake , one that haunted him until his death." 

"I'm sorry, Miranda...I-" 

"What for?" - she cuts you off again, silencing you immediately. The sound of her heels is loud when they drop on the floor next to her. You fail to realise she has bended down to take them off. After that she places her arms on her hips with a bored expression. - "he's in the past, easily forgetting...while you promised to sew me something from scratch, didn't you?" 

Miranda tosses a small object to your direction. Even with a bit slowed reflexes you manage to grab it, squeezing it tight between your palms. Once you take a closer look you recognise a tape measure, which you have earlier placed on the table with the sewing machine. You take it's end , allowing the rest of it to roll to the floor. After that you move closer in order to wrap it around her body - you begin with her shoulders.  Miranda knows her measurements very well , but she allows you to do your things. 

"Today is for you." - you repeat your statement from earlier, while seeking her lips. She kisses you back, smiling. Without her heels, which she took off in order for you to take her proper measurements, she's less tall, yet still hard enough to reach. - "and anything you desire for." 

***** 

Miranda certainly took your words too seriously. After asking for a dress of her own inventive design, which you spent the rest of the day making, making dinner also fell to you. While she decided to take a relaxing bath , you had to protect her daughters, who wanted to help, from any more cuts or burns. Finally you enjoyed a nicely cooked rice with fresh meat and vegetables. Miranda, however, did not appear. Even when you said goodnight to the girls, she didn't leave her room. 

She had you wrapped around her demanding finger from the moment you took a step into her bedroom. After that you found yourself accomplishing her every desire, as promised, naked and under her own revealed body. 

Even though the windows are open, allowing darkness and cold  to enter the room in the form of invisible globes, you feel warm, if you're honest with yourself - burning with flames of flesh and passion. The main ceiling light , which serves to illuminate the entire room , has been extinguished. In its place is a small lamp on the left nightstand  next to the bed. That way you can see every curve of Miranda's neck as she tosses her head in the dim light. You like the fact that her ridiculously huge bed doesn't creak , no matter how viciously she moves. The only louder sound , enclosed within the four cold walls, is her heavy breathing intertwined with your own. 

Miranda is torturing you. When she asked you to quench her intimate thirst , there was no questioning from your part, nor when she asked to climb on top of you. But now...you can  barely stand what is happening. The woman , in all her loveliness, has you pinned down with her terribly strong legs , almost not allowing you to move a muscle. While she is wearing the pleasant black fabric of her nightgown , you are completely naked , body left to her mercy , which turns out not to be entirely gentle , for already several red scars from hard  bites have formed around your breasts.

A soft moan slowly escapes her soft lips , quickly lost around the room , but not before she caresses your ears. You almost loose yourself between the line of allowed and not allowed as your hands clench into pathetic fists , almost crying that they can't touch her. But that was what Miranda had ordered. Just to stand and watch her , while she took what she wanted. You bite your lip , tucking your hands back under your head , trying not to tell her once again that she is beauty in its most divine form as she flicks her hair back with a quick palm through the blonde roots. 

The recently bought plastic toy from the mall easily achieves its purpose of satisfying her. Although not as large as the previous one used on Miranda, she herself said it was softer and nicer. You revel in the fact that she loses herself in her passion with little to no obstacles. If only you had the permission to help her by slamming your hips up, giving her more friction... She makes a back and forth motion with her lower body , her back arching forward as her nails slide over your burning skin. Your name trickles from her throat, making your heart skip a beat. You're sure one day this woman will kill you. 

And that moment may be closer than you expect. At first you only feel her sticky imprints on the base of your neck, but then she abruptly changes the tempo of her movements, managing to wring a broken tone of delight from her straining vocal cords. By then, a scarf of hard palms wraps around your neck , squeezing it as if it's the last thing she's going to do. Her thumbs are positioned right at the end of your jaw just below your ears, at a point she knows is enough to make you dizzy but not stop your breathing completely. Her so far calm movements are replaced in quick , uncoordinated ones as she chases after her orgasm. She squeezes you so hard that the harness straps viciously begin to bite the skin of your lower body.  

She needs just a little more to finish, her mouth remains open , and a thin line appears between her eyebrows. Her hair  spills around her face once she leans forward. You get the feeling that she's going to break into a million pieces, but she's got you fooled. Her breasts glue themselves on yours and she practically sticks to you, barely breathing. A low but pleasure-filled moan sets your skin on fire. The sound is almost like a growl. Then she settles. 

You wonder if she's done for tonight. You have no idea  anymore exactly for  how long she has been riding you , how many times she has made herself orgasm, and fallen on you like that before she getting up and going at it again. The nights of the cold season are long , you worry that Miranda wouldn't want to go to bed at all. 

You think about whether to restrain her almost trembling body with your hands or continue to follow her commands. You almost do, you almost touch her, but another guttural sound slips from her blonde strands of hair covered face , and your hands return to their original position. You shudder when her wet tongue licks your earlobe , and immediately afterwards she starts whispering praises. Her passion-filled pants pour into your system, slowly dripping all over your body before collecting between your legs. 

"You're driving me crazy, you know that?" - you hiss as soon as she decides that the tender skin of your ear deserves to be nibbled on too. - "Everything you do makes me feel so...hungry." - she sighs  and a second later her whole body follows her as  she takes a sitting position, the plastic toy sinking inside her again. - "and I'm greedy, darling, will you give me some more?" 

You have no choice but to swallow hard and nod. You would never refuse the goddess above you. You feel like your cheeks are going to explode, red and swollen with blood, once she starts moving again. Her head tilts backwards, showing her entire bare throat and the sharp elements of it , which pop out as soon as she begins to shudder and moan. You want  to kiss her there, to bite her the way she does , and then run your tongue over her bruised skin. You must be looking at her like a feral animal, because Miranda chuckles darkly at you, gathering your attention. 

"Do you realize how full of sin your eyes are?" - her hand slides over your skin again , but this time it doesn't wrap around your neck, but instead cups one of your breasts. 

"Because you're marvelous." -  you whisper, your eyes probably drained of all color compared to hers which glow brighter than the dim lamp in the room -  "every cell in your body is covered in glory..." 

"Darling..." the way she moans your nickname, unusually louder than her previous sounds, makes you totally lose your temper. She's not the only one starving for the other.

Your hands shoot out , faster than arrows, towards her and her limping body. Your fingers dig like leeches into her waist, threatening to tear the fabric of her nightgown. With the newfound strength in your wrists, you push her down and along with the thrust of your hips upward , you make sure the sex toy has found its way into the deepest and most sensitive areas inside her. She almost screams, suppressing the urge by biting her lip. 

"W-what...what are you doing?" -  Miranda murmurs uncertainly, now coming to the real world. She watches carefully as your upper body straightens and you find yourself in a sitting position , with her on your lap. She doesn't like this at all, the look on her face is a clear sign of that. - "We said no touching-" 

"You're getting loud." - you snap hastily, making her wonder if her moans can really be heard outside the comfort of her bedroom. Your hands move up , folding the nightgown enough to reveal the lack of space where the toy enters her body. You then continue to drag your palms over her clothed body, purposely putting more pressure on her clearly hardened nipples. Finally you begin to copy her , your fingers wrapping around her slender neck but not long enough because soon you are gently caressing her face. Her lips are extremely soft and she willingly parts them to take both of your thumbs in her mouth. - "Do you want me to help you with that, Mira?" 

You can physically feel the curse seeping from her vocal cords. Your thumbs press against her tongue, causing her jaws to close like a quick mechanism. Her teeth dig into the skin of your fingers , but you continue to caress her face with your free ones. After the unspoken clarity that you're going to pull your thumbs out of her mouth she nods and barely part her lips, however it's enough for you to get one hand out of there. You briefly guide it downwards where you gently lift her nightgown again, your saliva-soaked thumb quickly finding her throbbing clit and beginning to slide over the bump. 

You don't know exactly how, or with what force she manages to remove everything you exert on her and immediately after throw herself on your chest. Miranda wastes no time moving on to her favorite pastime when you are this heated and intimate. This time her teeth are relentless. Straight or pointed, it doesn't matter, they all sink right into your skin and manage to break the barrier to your scarlet blood , which almost immediately runs down her tongue. 

"It hurts, Miranda" - a new sound rises from her, almost the equivalent of a scream as she finds herself on her back on the bed. Realizing that you've managed to reverse your positions , she wastes no time in making you regret it. It seems to you that her nails are even worse than her teeth. The combination of both is complete hell. You will never understand how this woman who keeps her nails extremely short , who makes you do the same , has the power to drive what she doesn't have into your back with such force. - "enough, stop-" 

You force yourself to grab her wrists with fierce force and pin them to the pillow above her head. Maybe you're too drunk at the moment, or maybe you're really starting to lose your temper around her, but you could swear her fingers don't look normal in any way. The fingernails , which you swore weren't that long, now look big , sharp and unkempt , and her fingers themselves have grown in length, black as pitch and covered in blood...your blood. You blink and that picture fades from your eyes. You start to pound harder at her, angry at the fact that you don't understand any of what is happening.

Why is Miranda so strange? Why does she always make you feel so...unhinged. If you grabbed her wriggling mouth, filled with sharper than usual teeth right now and made her talk would she? Even if you force her...? You don't have those desires though. In fact, the only thing you really care about right now is how her whole body is writhing in pleasure and she can barely look you in the eyes , because hers are busy sliding towards the center of her head. Your worries flow out of your mind the way her orgasm drips down from between her legs.

Your grip loosens and you quickly pull out of her, leaving her empty. Miranda is a stuttering  mess. You look at her with the kindest look you can bring to your face, working to loosen the belts of the  strap  and toss it aside at  last. You lift her nightgown one last time , not to prestimulate her , but because she is clearly struggling to catch her breath. You want to release her from her factory prison , which has been teasing you all night. You kiss her quivering belly, her rapidly rising and falling breasts , then press your head on them. Despite her heavy breathing and your best efforts to hear it, her heart doesn't seem to be beating. 

Before long, she calms down. A wash of laughter fills the room, startling you.

"Are you angry with me? Do you wish to punish me, my darling?" - she voices out in a strained tone. You feel the weight of her hands on the back of your neck, dragging you down towards her. - "Or do you just really like being rough with me?"

"You have no right to complain" -  you decide to tease her, kissing just the edges of her lips. - "You're the one who leaves me wounded and scarred every time." 

"But you're so beautiful when you bleed for me."-  her hair is so perfectly strewn across the pillow, it's like a golden halo has formed over her head. You scoff, poking her in the rib until she cracks a smile as well. 

"Am I dating a psychopath, Miranda?" 

"Perhaps?" - she brushes her nose along with yours. - "Would you deny her if you were?" 

This time you really kiss her. Gently, as if she would break if you pushed her harder. You're afraid you'd still be with her even if she locked you in a cage. Even though your hands start to slide down her body, you know she's done for the night. Your confirmation arrives on a silver platter as soon as she pushes you off of her. Miranda unexpectedly stands up, slightly stunned by the weakness in her knees, and rolls over to open a drawer beside her bed. From it she pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a small purple lighter. You watch intently as she lights the tip of the thin cylinder , filled with tobacco, and slowly takes her first drag. 

"Did I do too much?" -  you run your hand over her shoulder, deliberately avoiding the odd blackness on her back to get her attention. Turning around with her lips slightly parted and a questioning look in her eyes, a cloud of smoke slowly covering them. - "I know you only smoke when you're tense or angry or..." 

"No, actually..." -  she pauses , to flick the burnt part of her cigarette onto the locker. It's interesting how she owns me ashtrays. - "I'm willing to admit it's kind of a guilty pleasure for me." - she runs a hand through her hair , to move it away from her face. - "You know , I stay in my office for so long a day because I don't want my kids to inherit the same bad habit."

You nod your head in understanding. You easily remember the smell of smoke all over her office or the many burn marks on her desk where she probably put out her cigarettes. You remember though , and their taste from that day on the terrace. You had tried cigarettes as a rebellious teenager and had made it clear , this was not for you. But with Miranda it's different, her kind is different. The usual vaporous, bitter taste was suppressed and although you choked a few times because of your quick puffs, the taste of them felt much better. 

"Can I have one?" - you nervously reach for the box. Miranda arches a questioning eyebrow. 

"It's not healthy." - she informs you sharply, gripping the box between her long fingers. You almost don't laugh. The woman, already reaching for a second cigarette wants to convince you , that smoking them is harmful. Well this is already interesting. 

"Miranda." - you try to make your voice sound sweeter than honey too.  

"No." - she replies firmly. 

"Mira..." - you place a kiss on her shoulder. She shivers. 

"I already told you no." - she starts to sound uncertain though. 

"Please, my dear...dearest." - you smile when you feel her physically give in. So nicknames hold almost the same power level as they do to you? Useful information for the next time you're going to find yourself begging her for something. 

Miranda hands you a cigarette , she's even nice enough to light it for you. This time she doesn't want to pull it from her lips, nor is there any hurry , so you let yourself enjoy the taste of it. Miranda is right , the feeling is comforting but you don't think it's something you would do as often as she does. Still, you like the peaceful moment you're in. Once you manage to let her you look around the room , your fallen clothes that Miranda practically ripped from your body and the still wet plastic toy , attached to your belt. 

"Are you sure you don't want more?" - your words are almost lost mixed in the kisses falling on her shoulder. Her hair still manages to smell wonderful, in spite of all the smoke around the room. 

"Are you planning on me not being able to walk normally tomorrow?" -  she snaps back at you, bowing her head. Her voice is dry, you'll probably have to go get her some water, but the fingers running just slightly down the length of your thigh , make you not want to move a muscle. 

"Actually, I wanted to give you an orgasm for every birthday you refused to celebrate." - there's a hint of a joke in your tone, which Miranda latches onto and shoots right back at you. 

"Oh, so you want me dead?"

"Really? That much?" -  she nods, astonishing you. And here again , despite your closeness a new wall of the unknown rises between you. You know , Miranda is older and yet...you have no idea by how much exactly. - "How old are you anyway?" 

"I stopped caring about my age so long ago." - she says hoping to end the subject, but you insist on the answer. She realizes that there's no hard way out so she places her chin angrily in her open palm and mutters. - "I should be about a hundred and thirty something..." 

"Miranda..." - you blink a few times, staring at her. And she's looking at you like a ghost is standing in front of her. The next moment you frown, jabbing your finger into her ribs again. - "I'm not kidding, tell me the truth!" 

"Okay...thirty...no actually forty..." her blue eyes tangle around your body. But you don't give in, her ribs are quickly assaulted and this time she tries to suppress a smile because of her tickle. Maybe the cutest thing you've ever seen. - "Darling...don't make me count please." 

With that you give up. The woman is impossible. 

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You find it really unpleasant how the rest of the mansion manages to be so cold , and the room you were shivering in all morning is now warmer than one heated by a fireplace. 

Proudly wearing Miranda's long , night robe , your body is partially protected , but the cold still manages to bite the bare parts of your skin - like your arms , neck or legs . 

You both agreed that you need a glass of water and you, being the less tired of the two, take on the task of walking through the dark corridors of the mansion to fetch them to Miranda's bedroom. 

Your passage is quick. The thing slowing you down, however, are the closed rooms of her two daughters. Some inner , unknown instinct manipulates you into confirming that Eva and Eveline are fine and sleeping calmly in their beds. You barely manage to catch your breath once this fact is confirmed. As if something could attack them in this lonely mansion... 

The only light on the second floor comes from under Miranda's bedroom door. You're not surprised to find her already asleep and wrapped in blankets. Her bed is so comically large that her generally tall figure looks small and frail in the middle of it. Without thinking much you close the wooden door behind you , turning the key, locking yourself from the rest of the mansion. Almost every morning her daughters come in after waking up and if they are lucky enough, their mother is waiting for them with open arms for morning cuddles. This time, however, you decide to reserve that moment for yourself. 

Her body twitches with every step. You're sure she's already awake. She sleeps very lightly and is awakened by the simple opening and closing of a door, your footsteps only adding to the disruption of her sleep. It kind of makes you sad, the thought that she doesn't have enough faith in anyone that she would fall deep asleep around them. That lack of trust is upon you too. 

You turn off the small bedside lamp and quickly slide under the covers. You smile, feeling her wrap her own limbs around you. Like a snake in its prey. In her sleepy states, she looks most beautiful to you. Like a true goddess of eternity, with her white wings clipped so she can roam the earth...with you. You place loving kisses on her forehead. 

"Happy Birthday, Miranda." - she only murmurs in response, but you're certain she's more than thankful. 

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART ONE: ONE NIGHT STAND

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut, Age Gap

Notes/Background:

As mentioned before, I have decided to rewrite this story which is a story I have become invested in. I made some changes to the background, location and interactions between my characters so that I can follow a story outline and whilst the reader in this fic has a very specific racial and social economic background, I decided to use reference to “you” and “Y/N”. I hope no one is put off by this.

The fic plays in 2022 and, in midst of going through separation, Cillian has decided to take six months off from acting in order to volunteer at the Gaiety Theatre’s School of Acting, located in the heart of Dublin.

The following characters are relevant to this story:

Cillian (46)

In this fictional piece, Cillian is 46.  Just six weeks ago, he moved out of his material home following yet another argument with his wife Danielle who, just like him, works in the industry. She is an actress.

He now rents an apartment in Dublin while going through the initial stages of divorce and, whilst he is struggling to adapt to his new life, he knows that it had been coming. Their marriage had been in distress for the past two years, ever since Danielle cheated on him with another actor while on set.

Danielle (42)

Danielle is Cillian’s soon to be ex-wife. She, too, is struggling to adapt to the new living arrangements but has already gone on a few dates in order to get her mind of the separation.

Danielle will play an important part later in this fic.

Dermont (50)

Just like in real life, Dermont is Cillian’s friend who has been trying hard to get Cillian to go out and let his hair down.

Dermont too is married, with children, and will play an important part throughout this fic.

Nina (13)

Nina is Cillian’s daughter who he sees occasionally now that his wife makes it difficult for him to gain access to his children. Nina, however, has her own mind and does what she wants, causing some trouble for both of her parents.

Nina’s biggest passion is dancing and she attends an elite program at the Dublin Academy of Dance. The lessons take place twice per week, after school.

Nina also has a close relationship with Cillian’s mother, aka Grandma Murphy.

Max (16)

Max is Cillian’s son and spends a little more time with his father than his mother would like. At 16, he too does his own thing and, just like his father, he enjoys acting.

Kit (32)

Kit is Cillian’s personal assistant and will play a bigger part in this fic later on.

James (24)

James is your on and off boyfriend throughout this fic and attends acting classes with you.

Lorraine (23)

Lorraine is one of your friends. Lorraine also attends acting class with you.

Emma (23)

Emma is your best friend. You share a small studio apartment with her which, essentially, is all you can afford. Emma moved to Ireland with you in 2019 after you both received an international scholarship through an UNESCO project. Both of you migrated to America as children, without parents, and went through the so-called foster system there. You never found a real home back in the US and Emma was always the one who kept you in check and, whilst you were dedicated to your work, you did some things in your teens of which you were not exactly proud of.

You (22)

After having been in and out of foster care in the US, in 2019, you moved to Ireland through a scholarship program.

You are interested in literature, theatre, acting, music and, in particular, dancing.

You are an incredible dancer and teach ballet and contemporary dance to students at the Dublin Dance Academy after spending most of your days at the Gaiety Theatre’s School of Acting, learning how to act on stage.

You are in your final year of studies and your dream is to act, on stage, in front of a large audience. Unfortunatly for you though, you are rather self-conscious about your past and sometimes struggle with confidence.

What you do not know however is that your life is about too change following a night out in Temple Bar with your best friend. You will leave your past behind and become more confident with the help of someone who you never thought you could connect with.

CILLIAN’S POV

‘Common Cill! You need to get out of the house and have some fun. Let’s go for a pint. Or two…’ Dermont said to his friend as they were sitting on the couch, talking about how Cillian’s wife had caused some problems again with the children’s school. Cillian was frustrated and the exhaustion was written on his face.

He felt depressed and upset that it had come to this as, for years, he tried hard to stay with Danielle for his children’s sake. Eventually though, he gave up and this meant that he could see his children less often now, only three out of seven days per week, unless, of course, Danielle changed her plans.

After twenty years, the love was gone and so was the passion. Danielle was no longer loyal to him and Cillian had to revaluate his life at the age of 46. The two of them fought a lot and this affected the children who, just last week, said to Cillian’s mother that they were glad for the fact that their parents had finally called it quits.

Ever since their separation though, Cillian acted like hermit and stayed at home. He watched TV or listened to music, not feeling the need to go out until, eventually, his best friend had enough of it.

“I don’t know pal. I am not in the mood” was what Cillian said while Dermont barged into his friend bedroom and opened up the cabinet, looking for something for Cillian to wear.

“Too bad. We are going out. I am not taking no for an answer” Dermont responded before telling his mate to go and shower which, eventually, he did.

YOUR POV

It was Thursday evening, around 6 o’clock when you sat in the university library and packed up your books and laptop before making your way to Temple Bar. As usual, you were late and your friend Emma was probably already waiting for you.

Ten minutes later, she indeed greeted you at the door of the overcrowded pub, telling you that you were being impolite for keeping her waiting.

“I am sorry. I got caught up reading. Drama School is back next week and I need to be prepared” you said, apologising to your friend before giving her a tight hug.

“Nah, don’t apologise. I was just teasing you. I couldn’t possibly be angry at you” she smiled in response and, the truth was that, instead of being angry, she felt truly sorry for you.

You had recently broken up with James again and the break up itself was a difficult one. You were on and off, breaking up continuously, but this time you were certain not to go back to him. He had cheated on you after you had been with him for three years and the fact that he could do something so cruel broke you.

In the end, however, you stopped drowning yourself in self-pity and when Emma called you up, suggesting a girls’ night out, you agreed to join in.

Unfortunatly for you, however, your other friends, Nora and Lorraine did not come. They both attended Drama School with you and decided to see a play at the Gaiety, which was something you couldn’t afford to do. Thus, it was just you and Emma and Emma was certainly the odd one out between the four of you.

She was not in the same class with you and the others but, instead, studied fashion design worked as a bartender in Chelsea. She had dropped out of Drama School last year and was funky, outgoing and somewhat weird.

“So, are you ready to get tanked?” Emma asked as you simply stood there when you walked in, still pondering about your failed relationship.

“I rarely ever drink Emma” you reminded her and, the truth was, that you didn’t like to go out to bars and pubs either. You much rather sat at home with a good book in your hand while listening to some music.

“Well, too bad! Go and find a seat for us. We are going to get drunk and bitch about everything we hate about men, and believe me, I have a long list" Emma joked before disappearing into the crowd in order to fetch you a drink.

Just as Emma walked off, you looked around to see if you could find a table inside the crowded room but, to your disappointment, most of them were already taken.

It was a long weekend so the fact that most people were out drinking did not really surprise you and, when Emma returned with drinks in her hand, you could not help but laugh. She had purchased the most ridiculous looking cocktails, featuring both, a lot of cream on top and a Hawaiian style umbrella sticking out to the side. They were sickening to say the least but, unbeknownst to you, each of them had at least three shots of tequila.

“What is this? It looks and tastes awful” you then told her after you took a first sip from the large glass before, suddenly, you felt a slight nudge on your back which, ultimately, caused you to tumble forward and slosh your drink all over your friend’s shirt.

"Fuck” you spat as the man behind you who clearly ignored you even after running into you, so you turned around and scowled him.  

‘An apology would have been nice’ you said with frustration as Emma was drying off her shirt.

‘An apology?’ he asked with a thick Irish accent before telling you that it was you who stepped back and pushed into him and his friend.

“I did not!” you said before you swallowed nervously. “You ran into me” you then pointed out again as your eyes were drawn to the stranger’s eyes. They were several shades of blue, just like the deep of the ocean. You had a thing for men with big and beautiful eyes and despite your annoyance with this stranger, you had to admit that he was rather attractive.

He was Irish for sure. His accent was strong and his skin was pale, featuring many tiny little freckles. He had slightly greying hair which were not too short and not too long either. They looked a little messy but this style was exactly what suited him.

He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jeans that looked a little worn around the knee area. His boots, too, were worn but probably expensive, made from brown leather and, around his right wrist, he wore a basic watch and on the other, he featured a leather band.

"Well, okay. I am sorry, alright? I don’t need an argument right now” the stranger said while you assessed him and it was obvious to both of your friend that you had caught each other’s attention. This handsome stranger was looking at you just as you were looking at him and his friend decided to take the lead.  

“Yes, my friend here can be a little clumsy at times” he said to you before shaking your hand and introducing himself.

“I am Dermont by the way and I am less clumsy than my friend here who, as an apology, will buy you a drink” he joked, causing the blue-eyed stranger to furrow his eyebrows.

“I will?” he asked Dermont who gave him a quick a but reassuring nod.  

“A drink would be nice. I am Y/N and this Emma” you said before shaking both of men’s hands and then asking for the other man’s name.

“And you? What’s your name?” you wanted to know.

“Cillian” the stranger responded and, after you told him that it was nice to meet him, Dermont prompted you both to follow them to the bar, which was when Cillian pulled his friend aside, asking him in a whisper about what he was doing.

“Helping you out with the ladies, mate. The one wearing the dress has caught your attention and there is no reason for you not to pursue her now that you are single again” Dermont whispered back while Cillian quickly shook his head.

“There is! She is in her mid-twenties at the most which is too fucking young” Cillian pointed out but Dermont was determined to make it happen anyway.

“Yeah, and? You don’t have to marry her. Just have some fun. Let loose. Take her home. I don’t know” Dermont said before making an interesting observation. “Despite, she clearly has no idea who you are so this is a huge bonus” Dermont told him before turning to you again and asking you what you wanted to drink.

“Gin and tonic would be nice” you said shyly before thanking him for the gesture.

“And your friend? What will she have?” he then asked for politeness sake but Emma was still not impressed by what happened.

“Nothing. I think I am leaving. I am all sticky and wet” Emma said angrily to the man who was looking at her somewhat dumbfounded now, which is when you spoke up and smiled.

‘Listen. She has had a bad day so, would you give us a minute please?’ you asked, not wanting the men to leave just yet.

You had your eyes on the clumsy blue-eyed stranger and, albeit the fact that he was clearly at least twice your age, he was cute, handsome and intriguing.  

“I got to go home Y/N. I smell of Tequila now. It is gross. I am sorry, but you are coming with me, right? I cannot leave you here by yourself” Emma told you quietly but you shook your head.

“Would you mind if I stayed? These guys look harmless and the clumsy one is kind of cute” you asked before glancing over to the stranger again, causing Emma to furrow her eyebrows.

“He is twice your age” she pointed out.

“And your point is?” you chuckled before you gave her a cheeky smile.

“Okay. He is attractive. I give you that. But you need to be careful, alright? He might be married or weird. Or possibly both” Emma lectured you and you raised a very important question, which clearly outlined your intentions to her.

“He doesn’t wear a wedding ring so I doubt that he is married” you pointed out before looking over towards the blue eyed stranger again and, immediately, your eyes met his. “So let’s say that he isn’t married or weird, would it be wrong if I was to hook up with him just for one night? I never had a one night stand before but he’s really hot and I really need to get over James. This could really help, you know…” you said, causing Emma to laugh.

‘It’s not wrong to have a one night stand silly. You are young and should let your hair down once in a while. James has been holding you back so I would say, go for it…” she told you, giving you the reassurance you needed.

“Now go and get him tiger. And text me if you are not coming home so that I know that you are safe” Emma then said and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her.

“Yes mum” you joked before giving her a hug and disappearing into the crowd again to follow the stranger.

***

After a minute or so, you approached Cillian again. He was holding a gin and tonic in one hand and a pint of Guinness in the other. His somewhat random friend had disappeared and, without questioning him about it, you took your drink from his hand and walked over towards a quieter area with him.

“I am sorry about your friend” Cillian then said carefully while you smiled at him and leaned back against the wall.

“It’s fine, really” you told him almost shyly as he glanced at you with those sparkling blue eyes. They were large and magical and blended in nicely with his pale freckled skin.

“Where did your friend go?” you then asked while secretly hoping that he too had taken off.

“His wife called. He had to leave and told me to apologise to you for not saying goodbye” Cillian explained and you quickly realised that this was a set up.

“Really? His wife called, huh?” you thus teased, causing Cillian to laugh.

“Yes. That’s what he said. Although, to tell you the truth, I think that he was trying to set us up so, if you prefer, we can just leave it at that and go our separate ways” Cillian then said with great honesty and your jaw dropped.

“I knew it” you then laughed in response while trying hard to look surprised.  

“How so?” Cillian asked.

“You aren’t a good actor. I didn’t believe you for a second when you said that his wife called. He told you to say that, didn’t he?” you chuckled causing the handsome stranger to furrow his eyebrows.

“I am not a good actor?” he asked. He was surprised by your statement but now knew for sure that you really had no idea who he was.

“No” you said, earning you a chuckle.

“Well, I suppose I wasn’t trying to put on an act” Cillian pointed out with laughter.

“Okay. Fair enough” you responded.  “So, are you married?” you then asked, wanting to make sure.

“Why would my friend be trying to set me up with you if I was married?” Cillian asked surprised, chuckling again.

“I don’t know, but these things happen, so I want to be cautious. It just doesn’t make sense for someone like you to be single, you know…” you stammered before realising that you must have sounded like an idiot right now.

“Someone like me?” Cillian chuckled before answering your question. “I separated from wife six weeks ago, so I am single but, to be clear, I am also not interested in dating right now” he then pointed out with more seriousness and you smiled.

“Good. Because neither am I” you explained and, after a while, you got talking about more entertaining topics like books, music and even art.

Just like you, he was obsessed with literature and theatrics. He loved music and music was what you talked about the most. You learned that he had children and you told him about having migrated to Ireland from the US.

Talking with Cillian was fun. He seemed educated and very smart. He was funny too and, after about three drinks and endless conversations, you ended up asking about his age. You were curious and learned that he was in his mid-forties but, when he asked you about your age, you lied.

“I am 29” you said, making yourself a whooping six years older than you actually were.

“Really? 29?” he asked over yet another drink and you nodded shyly.

“Yes. Why?” you asked and he smiled.

“You look much younger” he admitted and you bit your tongue. You knew that lying was wrong but you also knew that, if you had told him your real age, the night may have ended right then and there. There was no way he would have been interested in you if he knew that you were half his age.

In the end, he believed you and, within the next half an hour or so, you were both up to your fourth drink and this is when Cillian glanced into your eyes and saw some uncertainty laced with a heavy dosing of lust.

But lust, you saw in his eyes as well and it did not take him long to close the last inch of air in between you and felt you jump at the contact.

“Do you want to go somewhere else? Maybe somewhere a little quieter?” he then asked after almost two hours of talking and drinking, which, really, turned out to be exactly what you were waiting for. He had never done this before but also knew that he had nothing to lose. He wanted to take his chances with you and knew that it would, possibly, lead to more.

“Yes. Sure. Where do you want to go?” you then stammered as his eyes just dropped to your mouth again before, slowly, he leaned in, his lips just millimetres from yours now without touching them yet.

“Where do you live?” he then asked carefully, almost whispering the words into your ear and thereby testing the waters, but you knew that you could not have taken him home with you as you were living with your friend in a tiny studio apartment.

“Darndale, but my place is being renovated at the moment” you lied again. “How about you?” you then asked and he smiled.

“Not far from here” he told you with a hint of reluctance as well and, when you suggested for him to show you his place, he nodded carefully.

“Okay. Yes. Let’s get a taxi?” he asked and, once again you smiled and gave him a reluctant nod.

***

After you got into the taxi and Cillian gave the taxi-driver his address, it did not take you both very long before you finally started to make out.

The sexual tension that had built up between you was unreal and, just as you sat there, next to this stranger, like a shy little girl, his hand came to caress your leg as if this was the most normal thing to do.

He had a certainty about him which both intrigued and aroused you and, just as his fingers traced over your skin, he could feel you trembling.

As your tainted breath became shaky, Cillian leaned towards you, this time to taste the remnants of the liquor from your lips, and you let him.

His actions caught you by surprise but you gave into the kiss nonetheless. It felt good, incredible, and passionate.

After kissing your lips for a few minutes in the back of the taxi, Cillian then leaned down further and helped himself to the delicate skin along your neck. He kissed and licked and sucked at the sensitive skin until you were writhing and making impatient little sounds from your throat. He then buried one hand into your hair and attacked your mouth again, capturing those rosy red lips with his ow.

His tongue soon demanded entrance and you were in no position to refuse. Your hands grasped at Cillian’s body as you gave into the onslaught of his tongue, darting in and out, teasing and caressing until both of you were breathless. Cillian’s mouth tasted sweet and yet bitter, the liquor still lingering on his lips. It tasted so good and you wanted more.

You were moaning freely against his mouth, your hands taking on a life of their own to roam across his back which is when Cillian broke the kiss and flirting time was over.

The taxi pulled up in front of his apartment building and you stepped out together and walked through the lobby.

***

The building itself was much fancier than what you were used to and, after less than a minute, you arrived at the elevator and Cillian pushed the button. Your heart was beating fast in your chest now and, just as you waited, you turned towards Cillian and pressed your lips against his again.

Without reluctance, he deepened the kiss and began to gently probe your mouth with his tongue. His hands roamed your body, caressing and kneading and you pulled yourself up against him feeling the length of him against your leg.

It was almost like the beast within you both had been unleashed at the same time and, when the elevator's bell chimed and the doors opened wide, you both stumbled into his penthouse.

His hands were on you in an instant again and the erotic sensation of this man’s touch alone sent a quiver through your body. He was so much older than you and, yet, you kissed and caressed each other like two teenagers in heat.

“I never…you know” you stammered nervously as Cillian’s hands were everywhere as you somehow managed to find your way in to his bedroom within mere seconds.  

“You never had a one-night stand?” he asked just as you found yourself being pinned against the wall in the heat of the moment.

“No. Never” you responded, knowing very well that this was all this was going to be. A one-night stand. Nothing more and nothing less. That was what you both wanted and he made sure for you to know that before he took you upstairs.

“Do you want to stop?” he thus asked gently but you shook your head. You did not want him to stop. He made you feel good. Too good.

‘No’ you whispered eventually as you moaned with lust when his lips connected with yours again and you swung your arms around his neck, tugging on his curls.

You kissed and then caressed each other while you began to grind yourself against him, feeling the length of his hard cock through the denim of the jeans.

“Fuck. You are something else. Simply stunning” Cillian then whispered into your ear after nibbling on it gently, eliciting another loud moan from you.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this kind of thing before?” he then teased and you shyly shook your head.

‘No, but I want to. I want you to fuck me. Right now” you whispered, running your hand over his crotch and it was becoming way too difficult for Cillian to control himself now. He wanted you as much as you wanted him.

‘Good. Because I am unable to hold back much longer’ he then said before spinning you around, which is when, finally, you got a good look at where you would be experiencing your first time with anyone but James.

To your surprise, Cillian’s bed looked like something out of a magazine with a white comforter and an abundance of pillows resting against a large wooden headboard that arched backward toward the wall. Lamps on either side of the bed cast a warm yellow light around the room, making the entire space feel soft.

Just as you looked at it, the blue-eyed stranger came up behind you, kissing your neck and whispering into your ear again “let me take this off for you”

The man’s hands then went to the back of your dress where he released the zipper and, just as he did, you pushed the fabric to the floor and stepped out of it before kicking off your shoes. You were now undressed, wearing nothing more than a pair of black lace panties, and then, when you turned around to face this much older man again, his eyes went straight to your naked breasts.

‘Fuck, they are perfect’ he said almost inadvertently as he caressed your firm flesh before, finally, pulling each of your nipples slightly.

‘They aren’t too bad’ you giggled as his hands massaged your firm numbs before they wandered deeper and deeper until he made contact with your lace covered core.

“Lay down for me” he then ordered as your breathing increased with the sudden flash of heat radiating from both of your bodies. You could feel his eyes on your breasts still as you complied with his request and climbed on the bed.

“As you wish” you stammered nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t realise how inexperienced you truly were. You had only had sex with one man before and you most certainly were not in your late twenties, which is what you had told him earlier that night.

As you laid there though, you watched as the handsome stranger began to undress himself as well and, when his shirt finally came off, you could see his pale freckled skin which aroused you. His chest was covered with a patch of hair, some brown and some grey, matching the grey streaks of hair on his head. Then, there was also some hair which traced downwards from his belly button and you could not wait to see more.

‘You are fucking perfect’ the stranger told you as you looked at him with lust and hunger and, just as you thought you couldn’t get any more excited, he pushed down his briefs and revealed his raging erection to you which was glistening with precum already.

It stood up proudly and you realised that, unlike you, he was comfortable with being completely naked like this. He was bigger than James which, too, aroused you but also made you blush and panic a little.

You starred, and starred and still starred at his cock when he finally joined you on bed with a sleek smile on his face.

As soon as he landed on bed with you, his lips connected with yours again but, this time around, there was some more force and urgency to his kisses. He demanded you to part your lips and you complied, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth just far enough to touch yours.

He flicked it up and down quickly while pulling himself further into your core which, ultimately, pushed you onto the back of the bed.

Despite the heat and passion, the stranger remained rather calm and you loved that and hated it at the same time. You could not help but want to speed him up as you could already feel your heart pounding rapidly and vibrating through your chest. But he clearly had experience and knew not to rush it even despite the fact that you were both slightly drunk.

“Your lips are perfect. So soft and sweet. I could kiss you all night” the man then marvelled and you smiled as no one had ever kissed you like this, not even your boyfriend.

“You should. You are incredibly good at this” you stammered and then you shivered again as you felt his fingertips squeeze your hips.

“At what?” he asked just after you sucked his bottom lip between yours and grazed your teeth as deep as they would naturally go. You felt his jaw clench. In fact, you felt every muscle in his body tensing and then tensing more.

“At kissing me. In fact, I don’t think anyone else has ever kissed me like this before” you said shyly as your ankles were now locked behind the stranger’s knees and you didn’t remember consciously placing them there but, then again, you didn’t remember consciously doing anything since the moment you kissed him.

“That’s good. Then, perhaps I should kiss more than just your lips, shouldn’t I?” he then teased and, immediately, your hand pulled him by the nape of his neck further, right back against your mouth.

“You should kiss every part of my body” you confirmed and the stranger groaned against your lips with pleasure before moving his hands from your hips down your thigh tusking as much pressure as he could manage before he spread his fingers out as he journeyed just as ferociously back up.

“Every part you say?” he then teased as you tilted your head back, closing your eyes and using your sense of touch to the full while inhaling his scent.

“Yes, every part” you moaned and he looked up, seeing your soft closed eyes and plump lips in ecstasy and his view trailed down your neck and between your breasts.

“Very well then” he said as his hands slid around your back and he gripped the small of your back with his powerful fingertips.

The stranger soon felt you shiver and let his tongue slid up from the centre of your collar bone to the centre of your throat where he felt you suddenly gulp.

He sure was good at this, good at teasing you and he knew it too as he had a slight chuckle at your reaction to his touch and kisses.

You moaned loudly as he kissed you everywhere, which was something that sent shivers down his spine and yours. At same time, in between his assault on your tender skin, you smiled against his, trailing kisses over his throat and to his ear.

Lips and hands were everywhere now and his hands pressed firmly against your skin as he explored your body. He started at your thighs and pressed into your tight belly. He completely encased your rib cage with his large hands before lightening his touch as he began to caress your breasts.

‘Please don’t stop’ you moaned as, finally, the stranger hoovered over you and you were laying under him.

He then made it priority to grab your face with both hands and hold you in the longest, hottest kiss he knew you would ever have. He kissed down your neck and you used your strength in your arms and legs to press yourself up into his mouth until, finally, he let his tongue flick over one of your nipples.

‘God yes’ you moaned.  It was too much for you to try and keep your hands from his body and you fought to keep your hands from trembling at the least as you streamed your fingers through his hair and made a request by tugging him further into your breast. He complied willingly, for a moment but was soon lost over your long flat stomach that he could feel quiver under his tongue. It was unlike anything else you had ever felt before and he hasn’t even gotten to your sex yet.

"What are you going to do to me?” you moaned and this stranger well and truly adored how nervous you were and how much you wanted him at the same time. You were a quivering mess and his lips and fingers did not relent.

‘Well, hopefully, I am going to make you cum” he mused, making you realise that, indeed, he knew very well what he was doing to you and your body, playing it like an instrument and tuning it to his will.

‘With, uhm…what…?” you huffed out as you could barely focus your eyes as you looked down at him just as his hands melted into your panties and lifted you up by the ass in order to take them off.

“I want to taste you and make you cum with my mouth” he clarified as his face was so close to your aching core and you gave up trying to watch him when your vision blurred from the throbbing heat wave through your body.

When this handsome stranger finally pulled down your lace panties, you heard a high pitched squeal that, a moment later, you realised came from your clenched teeth.

‘Fuck, you are perfect everywhere, aren’t you?’ he then said with a low and dark voice while glancing at your aching pussy before, with the width of his shoulders, he pushed your knees apart, opening you wide for him as he kissed you just above your core, causing you to moan.  

‘You are so wet already. I can see it’ he then said and you shuddered at his hot breath against your pussy and soon felt his fingers join in, running gently over your soaking mound.  

“Oh god. Please” you then, finally, shouted, a gasp and yell all wrapped up together, as his wet tongue lapped at you, long steady strokes over your entire wetness while he held your lips open with two of his fingers.

‘That feels so good’ you moaned as his tongue circled around your clit, flicking at it, then returned lower to slide inside you as far as he could go, then back up again to your clit.

Your hips involuntarily started pushing up against him and it wasn’t long until the feeling of him pleasing you like this became too much for you to bear. Trying to hold back, you shifted and squirmed beneath him and an involuntary scream escaped you.

‘It’s too much” you moaned as he used his hands to spread you open even wider while circling your clit. No one had ever pleasured you like this before and you bucked, writhing against him as his tongue ran over it.

“I can’t, you need to stop, oh my god please” you fought with yourself, denying yourself what you craved the most. You could cum right then and there, explode against Cillian’s lips with desire, but it felt too heavenly and too intense. You did not know if you could withstand it, feeling overstimulated already.

“You can” the stranger whispered while pressing two of his fingers inside of you, pushing them right up against your g-spot as he watched you arch your back and cling on to the sheets.

“Please. I can’t…” you screamed out, moaning, your legs quivering.

“Yes, you can” he repeated with a sly smile before continuing his onslaught on your sex.

‘Fuck, oh god” you screamed again, still trying to fight your own release which felt too intense and too surreal.

“Give in to it and let me give you what you need" the stranger then told you and, with that, you knew that he wouldn’t stop until you came. So, you decided to let go for him even if that meant that you may make a fool of yourself.

As his mouth returned to your mound and his tongue kept on at you, you felt yourself climbing and climbing and climbing towards the unfamiliar feeling. And, when he finally sucked your clit into his mouth again, you were sent over the edge.

‘Fuck! Oh god! Cillian’ you moaned as your orgasm washed over you and your legs began to quiver. Your body shook uncontrollably and your hands came flying down, getting caught in the stranger’s hair, pressing him against your sex before pulling him away again.

“Enough! Please” you choked as he wouldn’t relent and continued to suck and lick until you slowly calmed down.

‘See, I told you, you could do it’ the man then chuckled and you could not help but laugh and cry all at the same time.

‘Fuck’ you gasped. ‘I didn’t expect to cum like this” you stammered nervously, causing the stranger to smile and look at you with both, admiration and confusion.

‘Then what did you expect?’ he teased before he moved up and kissed your lips hard, making you taste yourself on his lips.

‘Not sure, actually. I just never had an orgasm from oral sex before’ you stammered nervously after he pulled away from you and used his palms to spread your lips.

‘Really?’ he asked, adoring your shyness and you nodded before moving your hand to his cock.

“Really” you said while stroking his cock, eliciting soft moans from him. “But I still need you inside of me. I want to feel you” you then told him while he positioned himself between your legs.

“Do you have condoms?” Cillian then asked, seeing that he was entirely unprepared for this.

‘No, but I am on the pill” you said nervously, knowing that things were about to become real. He was going to slide into you and you were nervous about it for some reason.

‘Good’ he responded. ‘I can’t wait to feel you’ Cillian then said as he ran his hands up the inside of your thighs, sliding them toward your pussy before using his fingers to spread your labia slowly and gently, dipping his index finger inside to cover it in your slippery juices again.

‘Please. Stop teasing” you moaned as Cillian moved the tip of his finger upward to find your clit, which had grown under the excitement and was now protruding from the protection of its hood. The sweet smell of sex filled his nostrils as he made small, slow circles with his finger.

‘So impatient aren’t we’ Cillian teased while angling his length downward to touch its head against the lips of your pussy. It was like a drug to watch himself rubbing against you, coating the head of his penis in a sheen of your slippery wetness.

‘Yes, please. I want your cock inside of me’ you begged again as you thrust with your hips forward, wanting him to penetrate you and, after a little more teasing, so he did.

“Like this?” Cillian teased as, slowly, but surely, he entered you and you moaned at the sensation.

“Oh god yes, fuck” you cried as he stretched you and began thrusting in and out of you almost right away after you pushed yourself against him.

‘God you are so tight’ Cillian groaned as he watched himself slide into and back out of your pussy. His cock was shiny, coated with your natural lubrication as he began to fuck you and, soon, his thrusts became harder and faster.

‘I feel so full…This feels so good…’ you moaned as ecstasy came in quick hot waves as the stranger pumped into you and you began to moan louder than before. You experienced an uncontrollable urge to howl that you could barely hold back and the stranger then suddenly gripped you as tightly as he could manage.

You both used every muscle in your bodies to create one living, writhing creature rather than two. Eventually, you cried out too loudly though and the man took you with the deepest most passionate kiss he ever possessed as you spiralled into a lazy heap.

‘You are taking my cock so well…’ the stranger groaned after a while and then he lifted upward, prompting you to raise your knees off the bed.

‘Fuck’ he continued on as he pressed into you again and you lifted your legs completely in to the air. He grabbed your ankles and held them in the air above his shoulders, continuing to thrust with the same speed and energy as before. Bringing your feet closer together increased the tightness for both of them. Spreading your legs apart gave him the entire view of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy and provided more stimulation for your clit which is when, without warning, you came hard.

‘Oh my fucking god’ you screamed and, as the muscles in your pussy tightened around his cock, the handsome stranger slowed his thrusts leaving himself almost all the way inside you. You let out a long, loud moan again and then bent your knees and pressed them tightly together, with your whole-body quivering.

He kept his swollen cock deep inside your as he felt the muscles inside your pussy squeeze him tight. He could feel several distinct strong squeezes amidst the overall tightness. Then you gradually softened before going completely loose. He rubbed your upper arms finding that they had exploded in goosebumps. He pressed his body forward as you relaxed your knees, sliding to lay himself on top of you. He kissed you first on the mouth and then on the sides of your neck, just under your ears.

‘You look so sexy when you cum’ he then said as, over the next few minutes, he mapped out a field of kisses across your neck and collar bone. He placed his kisses like stepping-stones in a slow, connected, but wandering path. Passionate. Loving. His erection was holding strong inside your warm pussy, but he hadn't moved his hips at all and you began to kiss him back, first slowly, then more rapidly. He felt your knees lift off the bed as you slid your hands down his back, grabbing his butt. Even though he was still completely inserted, you pulled him tight against you. You were ready for more.

“Can you cum again for me?” he then asked but you weren’t sure. You never came more than once, so you doubted your ability to cum a third time.

‘I don’t know’ you admitted, but the stranger smiled.

‘Well, we will see, won’t we?’ he teased before pulling out of you after all

"I want to fuck you from behind. Common” he then said as he sat up on his knees and you rolled over and positioned yourself on all fours.

His cock had softened slightly while you had stopped fucking, but it was now back to being fully erect. He watched the tip bounce slightly as it pulsed in time with his heartbeat. It looked and felt thicker than usual.

‘Fuck, look at this pussy of yours. You are soaking’ he groaned as he put his cock in his hand and positioned himself behind you. He angled himself downward to meet your inviting pussy and then he pushed in, with one single thrust.

He felt as though he was able to penetrate you more deeply in this position and, with each consequent thrust forward, you shrieked as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

Your bones seemed to ache from the feeling of his stomach muscles clenching hard against your back as he rutted into you. You pushed your ass back against him, and you found your rhythm, bodies slapping, panting and grunting in the dim light of his bedroom.

The pleasure was overwhelming and, every time you were about to cum, he teased you and slowed his movements.

You had both hit a plateau where everything seemed sensational but you could not last much longer.

"Fuck me hard. I want to cum again” you gasped and so he did. You requesting him to fuck your harder had provided that extra bit of stimulation that was ultimately too much. In an instant, he shifted from feeling like he could last forever and was now into impending orgasm countdown. He wanted to hold off long enough for you to cum together, and he was suddenly very close. But so were you. Again.

“Fuck, you feel so good” he groaned as he spread his knees a bit wider so he would be lower, and his angle of penetration would rub closer to your clit.

“I am so close again” you then moaned as he also shortened his thrusts so the head of his cock would come completely out of your pussy and then only go about half-way back in. He let go of your hips and bent over to cup your breasts while kissing your back.

‘Then let go for me’ he groaned as he, too, was about to explode and raised his torso back up and pulled himself completely out of your pussy.

The air of the room felt cold against his cock compared to the heat from inside you. He used his hand to rub the swollen head of his cock up and down against your pussy lips teasing you, but you pushed backwards and engulfed him again.  

"Fuck me hard," you repeated, almost yelling.

"What's that? You want me to fuck you hard?" he asked, pulling out again.

"Yes," You answered with a moaning voice. "Please."

"With this?" he asked, tapping the head of his cock against your pussy.

"Yes. Fuck me with your cock. Hard and fast” you gasped and, with that, he roughly pushed back into your wetness, spearing you on as your mind bubbling orgasm overwhelmed you.

You suddenly screamed, shivered and convulsed in orgasmic bliss and it was when you fully gave into him, that Cillian reached his high as well, filling you with his warm seed.

‘Fuck, that’s it’ he groaned as he thrusted back in. His shaft began to throb and he felt himself spurt once as he thrust in, then again as he pulled back. He continued to feel pulses of his orgasm come faster than he could fuck you now but you were past it. You were at your peak and the sensations of your pussy changed again, prolonging your orgasm, as he pushed through his own load inside of you. It was a fantastically satisfying feeling. As the pulsing continued, he wondered how much cum he was leaving inside you. It felt like a lot.

‘Jesus. God. Stop please’ you moaned as it became too much and he slowed down. His cum had leaked down his shaft and was covering the entirety of his cock, your pussy and its lips, pushing out on the sides of your tight hole as he finally withdrew from you.

After he pulled out, some streaks of your combined juices poured out of your slit and onto the sheets which, for some reason, felt incredibly satisfying.

‘Now this was not how I had expected tonight to turn out’ Cillian then said as he looked down on you with even more lust after you collapsed onto the bed, still panting and with your legs spread. Seeing his achievement aroused him all over again and he took his fingers to spread the lips of your pussy apart to get a better look.

‘Me neither’ you confirmed just as Cillian pushed two fingers into you and, you couldn’t help but shriek for which he appeared delighted.

When he pulled them out, they were covered in cum and you looked at him and yourself before reaching for his hand and guiding it to your mouth.

‘Jesus, really?’ he asked surprised as you stuck out your tongue and licked his fingers clean.

‘Really. I wanted to see what you taste like’ you winked and, just as you had sucked your combined juices from his fingers, he kissed you again passionately, tasting you and himself on your lips.

‘You are in for a long night’ he then warned you and you could see that he was already hardening again which certainly surprised you for a man in his mid-forties. He was clearly eager to make the most of this one-night stand and so were you.

With that, you both rolled out of bed and made your way into the shower for round two and then returned to the bed for round three.

Round four and five then took place in the morning and, after hours of passionate sex, a lack of sleep and Cillian cooking you some breakfast, it was time for you to leave.

‘Will I see you again?’ you asked as you were about to head out of the door. You hoped that he would be giving you his number after the amazing night you had shared but, unfortunately for you, he was true to his word.

This was nothing more than a one-night stand for him. He was not interested in dating again, nor was he ready to date anyone just yet. He told you this and that, in his opinion, you were far too young for him, though he did not even know your real age yet.

You accepted his position and kissed him once more before leaving his apartment, somewhat saddened by the fact that he did not want another date with you.

All you knew about him was his first name and the fact that he was incredible in bed. You knew that you would never see him again and, with this in mind, you soon returned to your old habits.

Over the next week, while pondering on about the handsome stranger you’ve met and shared a night with, you got back together with James. Much to the dislike of your friends, you were stuck in a cycle again and could not break it. James, once again, had a hold on you and after yet another argument with him, you made your way to Drama School on Monday with some bad temper and anger.

You enrolled into a new class and rocked up late and somewhat unprepared while your two friends were already waiting for you, in the hall next to the lecture room which is where you had to sign in.

‘Guess what?’ one of them said but you were too tired and depressed to take guesses. You were up all night again, in tears, as James was keeping taps on you and this was something you did not like.

‘I am not in the mood’ you thus said while looking through your schedule.

‘We have a new teacher for our practical work and he is fucking hot’ Lorraine said, while your other friend rolled her eyes.

‘He’s not that hot’ she said, sighing while looking at you. Clearly, you were not listening.

‘God, did you even watch Peaky Blinders?’ Lorraine then asked you both without getting an answer for you.

‘No, should I have watched it?’ your other friend then asked.

‘Yes. It is a brilliant show. He is brilliant. Hot and single’ Lorraine said like an eager little schoolgirl.

‘And old’ your other friend pointed out.

‘Y/N hooked up with a mid-forty-year-old guy a week ago and she said she had the best sex ever, so don’t knock it before you have tried it, isn’t that right Y/N?’ Lorraine teased but you did not respond. You had other things on your mind until, suddenly, you saw a familiar face in the distance, talking to the principal of the drama school.

‘Y/N?’ your friend then said, nudging your shoulder but all this did was make you drop your books. Your mouth stood open, gaping, as your eyes followed the principal and her companion.

‘Y/N! What’s wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?’ Lorraine laughed and you sure did.

‘Something like that’ you said while pointing to the principal and the handsome stranger by her side.

‘That’s Cillian Murphy. He is our new prac teacher’ Lorraine giggled and then you dropped your coffee too.

‘Fuck’ you said.

To be continued…

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[artechoceneexplorer]

Hello! Sorry for the inactivity, posting the same drawings on 5 different platforms with different limitations is quite exhausting, so I'll be posting my Spectember drawings in batches until I finish it :>

So without further ado, here's the second week of Spectember:

Day 8: Ambush Predator

Featuring the Titan Låtmimik (Venatoramus longus), a giant carnivorous katydid from the northern forests of Antarctica, which can imitate the calls of certain bird species to attract them closer to their lethal grasp

Day 9: Producer

Featuring the Ggulu Orchid (Caelorchis divinitus), an orchid common in the Muraanad forests of the Somalian subcontinent, where it grows from the fungi growing chambers of the termite nests, taking advantage of the fungi until it bursts out of the nest, finally able to photosynthesize and flower.

Day 10: Filter Feeder

Featuring the Wandering Dumingo (Pinnatocetus celer), a seafaring member of the dumingos, a family of filter feeding mallard descendants, which embark on incredibly long migrations across oceans, from pole to pole, in the search of summer plankton booms.

Day 11: Semi-aquatic

Featuring the Beringian Selkie (Sennapithecoides polaris), an aquatic rodent from the Arctic region, which spends most of its life diving and digging around the coastal mudflats in search of invertebrates to feed on, including clams and crustaceans.

Day 12: Megafaunal

Featuring the Transoceanic Navalodile (Galleonosuchus imperator), the largest of a group of seagoing crocodiles, which patrols the equatorial waters of the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, constantly searching for fish, rarely encountering others of its kind.

Day 13: Grazer

Featuring the Rugose-browed Pricklyhog (Hoplohippus rugosus), a large porcupine descendant that lives in the African grasslands, protected from predators by its thick skin, and large keratinous plaques and spines that cover it.

And day 14, some fanart of one of the OG spec books, After Man. One of my favourite creatures from its incredible roster, the Night Stalker!

[bootleg-nessie]

When I was 13 and had just realized what transphobia was I started crying and prayed to god asking for him to give Ben Shapiro gender dysphoria

It worked. Have you see his (migrating) lip fillers? He got gender affirming care just to talk about trans p people all day

[kim-jongin-s]

svt fic rec (mostly nc-17; minwon, jeongcheol, wonchan, verkwan + other)

MINWON

"kisses leave bruises". lawyer!au, omegaverse: beta!ww, alpha!mg. twoshot, 22k. nc-17.

Wonwoo finds himself giving into Mingyu's little spiels, finding his arguments for taking on unlikely lawsuits rather convincing. Though, he's never made a request that is so outrageous that it's made him reconsider the younger's position as a junior associate.

Until tonight.

"my greed just might be the end of me (how lovely you are)". college!au, roommates: fwb!au. oneshot, 27k. nc-17.

Wonwoo likes to think that he and Mingyu get along really well. But one day, Mingyu decides to stop talking to him. In a last desperate attempt to save their friendship, Wonwoo makes simultaneously the best and worst decision of his life.

↳ "fantasize". college!au, rommates: fwb!au. oneshot, 26k. nc-17.

Mingyu dreams about his roommate. It all goes downhill from there.

"kiss the sky". college!au: professor!ww, student!mg. 11 chapters, 68k. nc-17.

Halfway through the semester, Professor Jeon Wonwoo has to pick up an extra class. One of the students in the class happen to be post-graduate student, Kim Mingyu.

"amhrán na farraige". historical!au, pirate!au, merman!ww. 14 chapters, 160k. nc-17. ♡♡♡♡

Mistakes are like cannonballs, fired against a perfectly unmblemished mirror in slow motion. They obliterate peace and clarity, but the glass shards that fly around them are often more beautiful than what the mirror was before.

Someone has made a mistake, someone needs to fix it.

JEONGCHEOL

"my style, my ego". oneshot, 2k. nc-17.

jeonghan buys a skirt, and seungcheol really likes it.

"us alive, right here, feeling lucky". omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh. oneshot, 3k. pg-13.

Most noticeably, Seungcheol’s quiet in a way that makes Jeonghan's teeth ache. His gums feel sensitive just like the way they get a few days before his heat. Hm, he thinks, studying Seungcheol from across the room.

"undeniable". oneshot, 3k. pg-13.

“—and all but how can we not mention the moment Jeonghan hyung laid down on Seungcheol hyung’s lap.”

/or what happened after Follow Again concert in Seoul Day 2, where The moment happened.

"kingdom come". omegaverse: alpha!sc, omega!jh, historical!au. oneshot, 5k. nc-17.

Four weeks after his husband dies, Jeonghan marries his husband’s brother. He loathes knowing that he has to swap his black mourning clothes for the wedding robes, but war looms over the kingdom and the country demands an heir.

"i thought that space was mine". 3 chapters, 25k. pg-13.

If Jeonghan was being completely, one hundred percent honest and transparent with himself, ever since they were young he had always thought Seungcheol was a little bit in love with him.

So when Seungcheol starts seeing someone, Jeonghan is suddenly faced with feelings he doesn’t know how to deal with.

WONCHAN

"strawberry tears". omegaverse: alpha!ww, omega!dn. oneshot, 8k. nc-17.

Chan applies scent blockers because it's what the doctors recommend. No one wants to smell a pregnant omega.

But then when it comes at the cost of Wonwoo's ability to navigate Chan's emotions—Chan falls apart, and Wonwoo holds him together.

"after class". college!au: professor!ww, student!dn. oneshot, 58k. nc-17. ♡

Chan signed up to be a TA for his favorite professor only to find that administration mixed up the paperwork. Now, he was stuck spending an academic year with the person he hated the most: Professor Jeon Wonwoo.

VERKWAN

"a cozy night in". omegaverse: omega!sk, alpha!vn. oneshot, 2k. pg-13.

When one (1) roommate asks Seungkwan to sleep elsewhere for the night, he must rely on one (1) Hansol Vernon Chwe's generosity as he migrates his evening plans (including a regular, ordinary nest).

"primadonna". au: camboy!sk, asmr artist!vn. oneshot, 60k. nc-17.

Seungkwan thinks Vernon is nothing but a two-faced asshole that plays the dedicated boyfriend on his OnlyFans, but in reality is nothing more than a playboy jerk. It's a bit ironic, really, considering Seungkwan's own hobby is completely at odds with his public reputation too.

SEOKSOON

"tiger inside". oneshot, 3.7k. nc-17.

He still isn't too sure how to explain it. Like, hey I know this was just a joke for our promotions, but I ended up buying that tiger suit you wanted to see me in, and I thought you might want me to fuck you in it, haha.

"fire, flame, your mouth like a hurricane". omegaverse: omega!hs, alpha!dk. nc-17.

Seokmin [7:00 PM]: Would you be mad if I said I dry humped your pillow?

OTHER

"place to land". seokhan. omegaverse: omega!jh, alpha!dk. oneshot, 6.6k. nc-17.

It’s natural. It’s simple, this thing they’ve built between themselves.

It's a line they don't cross.

"delayed". wonboo. omegaverse: omega!ww, alpha!sk. 5 chapters, 22k. nc-17.

Wonwoo presents 8 years late.

"chasing or being chased". wonwoo/hoshi/woozi. alpha!ww, alpha!hs, omega!wz. 7 chapters, 35k. nc-17.

Wonwoo's luck in love hits an all-time low when he discovers his two unrelated crushes are not only taken, but taken by each other.

Luck has a funny way of coming back around, though.

"down to our delicate bones". junhao. hunger games!au. 19 chapters, 98k. nc-17.

There were only seven slips with Minghao’s name on them in the bowl with thousands of others. He only had seven slips. It shouldn’t have been him.