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roses-for-rosalyn · 9 months ago

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Cowboys

Ellie x reader (for now)

Part 2

summary: A stranger comes to your door- it turns out it's not one of your usual encounters cw: guns, cowboy lingo, fem! reader, cowboy crossdresser Ellie, eventual smut, blood, injuries, your average confusing lesbianism, eventual smut, no use of y/n wc: 3.6k

for those who prefer ao3 <3 gotchu minors DNI (I will steal all you pillowcases)

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Nothing could beat the beauty of the sunset in the desert. Purples, blues, oranges, and yellows swirled together to paint a new masterpiece every night. And every night you would sit on your small, wooden porch with a cup of tea and watch as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon. Tonight was no exception.

The sky becomes darker and darker until the moon and the stars come out, bathing the desert in a silver light. You struggle with the stubborn, old front door for a moment before you step into your little ranch house.

A chill runs through you as the temperature outside rapidly declines. You kneel in front of the fireplace and use the little kindling you have for a fire. It was enough to keep you warm for a few hours while you read yourself to sleep. Sometimes you felt lucky that it was a small enough house that the small fire would warm up the whole place. Your bed was just a few paces away from the mantle.

You stand up and dust off your hands before starting to undress for bed. As you begin to unbutton your bodice a knock sounds from the front door.

You scramble for your rifle by your bedside and check to make sure it’s loaded. You peek through one of your front windows to catch a glimpse of the mysterious stranger. At this hour and on the edge of town, your visitors weren’t usually friendly.

It seems a cowboy has paid you a visit this evening. Haven’t seen one of those in a damn long time. A gun is proudly holstered on his hip next to a lasso, and his black large-brimmed hat keeps his face dark enough that you can’t quite make it out.

He knocks again, louder. You creep up to the front door and slowly open it. Before he can process who opened the door you aim your rifle right at his chest.

“Hands up.” You demand, your voice is surprisingly steady.

“Woah there, I just stopped to ask for some directions.” A deep, yet feminine voice replies. It sounds like she was all too sure you weren’t going to be using that weapon on her, she didn’t even bother to move. You cock the gun, trying like hell to keep your expression blank, unphased while your entire body fills with adrenaline. She takes a step back and puts her hands up. Her hat still covers her face in shadow, it’s like confronting a ghost.

“You should have stopped somewhere else.” You take a step towards her, closing the door behind you while keeping your vision trained on the woman.

“You’re much different than the other women I’ve run into out here.” She looks up slightly, the moonlight illuminating pink, slightly chapped lips forming a smug smirk. “Where’s your husband, miss?��

“I swear if you don’t get back on your goddamn horse I’ll put a hole right through your chest.” she steps towards you, the muzzle of the gun pokes right under her collarbone.

She finally looks at you, silver light exposes a sharp, feminine face dotted with freckles darkened by days in the sun. The sight of her face catches you off guard for just enough time, allowing her to grab the barrel of the rifle and pull it right out of your hands. She drops the gun and it clatters loudly to the ground, echoing through the empty desert landscape. She grabs your wrists before you can start fighting back and pins them above your head against the door with one hand.

“There,” she grunts as you struggle against her grip, she’s surprisingly strong, “now we can have a conversation.”

“Go to Hell.” You say, seething with rage and frustration because she was able to overpower you so easily. She shakes her head and laughs for a moment, saying something under her breath like all this trouble.

You were just about to spit in her face when she said, “Where’s the nearest hotel darlin’?” Your eyes widen at the innocent question, slightly embarrassed. This was a first, she really just needed directions. She uses your stunned silence to talk some more, “I’ve been savin’ up so I could have a bed for the night. And I could really really use a bed tonight, miss.” You stop struggling against her grip and she lets go. She still has that stupid smirk on her face. “So if you could point me in the right direction it would be much appreciated.”

“Head southwest, you’ll hit a trail that will lead you right into town.” You dust off your dress and straighten it out.

“Much appreciated, darlin’.” She tips her hat and walks off toward her horse. You watch in shock as she mounts her horse and before riding away she says just loud enough, “I’ll be seein’ you.” And with a nod, she was off.

You slowly bend down to pick up the Winchester, cradling it against your chest as you watch the stranger disappear into the night. As you head inside you wonder if you ever will see that strange woman again, and fall asleep debating whether or not you would want to.

** **

The next morning you head to the school house. The steady feeling and sound of your horse trotting along the dirt path always forced your mind to wander elsewhere. Right now you couldn’t stop thinking about the woman from last night. The schoolhouse was right in the middle of town, would you see her again? Would she even recognize you? If she did, would she even try to talk to you?

The interaction was a bit embarrassing for you, but to be fair you had your fair share of vile men looking for trouble and hostile groups of Apache knocking on your front door. Your father had taught you how to use his Winchester rifle, the very same rifle you use now, and you mentally thanked him for it every night. You had only used it to kill one man, he wouldn’t take no for an answer and you gave him plenty of warnings. He didn’t believe your threats so now he was buried about 500 feet from the house in an unmarked grave, you were sure no one would miss a man like that. Most of the time the Apache would just come to ask questions about men passing through the area, they never tried to attack you, thankfully, but they would always come at the most ungodly hours and were quite impatient.

Last night was a first, you had never had a cowboy knock at your door, and then she ended up being a woman. The idea of her was so intriguing and you couldn’t figure out why. For some reason, she shook you more than anyone else had since you lived out here. And you’d seen quite a lot.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you reach town, the sound of rickety carriages, hooves against the packed dirt road, and the chatter of men in front of the Sheriff’s Office make it hard to focus.

“Hello there, sunshine!” you hear a male voice call out. You turn towards the voice to see Jesse making his way past you on horseback, lugging today's newspapers to the apothecary. He made the trip from Sante Fe every morning. He was nice enough, you liked talking to him, but not as much as you felt like you should. The ladies at the apothecary, Dina, and Maria, would always encourage you to talk to him. They desperately wanted you to move on from your husband. He was long gone and you knew that, you were even thankful for it, which is why you were nervous to start again. You didn’t want to have to go through anything like that again.

You wave back and smile, “Hi there, Jesse.” You decide to be polite, “Hear anything good today?” He tightens the reins of his horse and stops right next to you.

“They struck gold in Elizabethtown, and there’s gonna be a shortage of tobacco ‘round these parts within the week because of a dust storm over in Tennessee.”

“Well, I’m sure they’ll have a panic on their hands pretty soon then. I don’t know a man here who can live without their cigars.” You smile and Jesse laughs politely at your attempt at a joke.

“Alright, don’t want the kids to show up before I do, I'd best be headin’ to the school.” You yearned to leave this awkward conversation through any means possible. Today was not the day for small talk.

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then, miss.” Your head snaps towards Jesse. You’re suddenly transported to last night and listening to the way the cowboy’s words would drip from her lips, smooth as honey “Miss”. Calm and sure even with a gun pointed right to her heart.

You quickly snap out of it and nod politely at Jesse as you begin to part ways. You head to the schoolhouse in a hurry, the kids gave you hell if you were late.

** **

You’re beginning to lock up the schoolhouse when you hear footsteps approaching. “Well hello there, miss.” You recognize the voice all too quickly, you don’t even need to turn around. “Was really hopin’ I’d find you here.”

As you fish into your pocket for the key you respond, “And how exactly did you find me here?” you turn around and begin to walk past her toward your horse. She follows you. From a brief glance at her, you can see she wears a bandana to cover her face, you could only see her eyes. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I just asked those nice ladies at the apothecary if they knew the women who lived just outside of town, they were more than happy a “nice gentleman” took interest in you. They told me just about everything they knew, your name, some snippets of gossip. I’m sure if I stayed they would’ve told me your life story” You finally turn to face her, your expression unamused. She took her hat off at some point when she was talking to you, her eyes are green, radiant in the unrelenting desert sunlight. You were almost jealous. She wore a dark blue button-down that sat surprisingly flat against her chest and suspenders. She could pass for a man if she wanted to. “So, I take it you don’t have a husband then?”

“What’s it to you?” you cross your arms, defensively.

“I was just curious, I asked last night, but you weren’t exactly in a talking mood.” You swear you can make out her smirk under the bandana.

“No, I haven’t had a husband for quite a while. Is that what you came all the way here to ask me?” She lowers her bandana and steps towards you, backing you into your horse.

“No, I came to ask a favor.” She hesitates for a moment, “No one here can know that I’m, um, well you know..”

“A woman?” pretty easy to piece together after seeing the bandana.

“Yea,” She backs away from you a little. Seems like someone is embarrassed to ask a favor. “It’s just easier for me to get things this way and it’s lookin’ like I’ll be staying later than I planned so..”

“Alright, I won’t say anything.” She opens her mouth to begin to thank you, but you weren’t about to let an opportunity like this pass you by. “But, you owe me a favor then.”

Her excited expression disappeared as quickly as it came, if you weren’t looking you could have missed it, “Um, alright, what do ya need?”

“You know your little visit last night?” You had been cooking this proposition up all day, hoping she would run into you again.

“Yes.”

“Well, that happens to me about every other day. I don’t want a husband, but I do need a guard dog of some kind.” You didn’t want a man in your home, but you did want the protection of one, this was the perfect opportunity, almost too perfect.

“A guard dog?” She seems mildly offended by you comparing her to a dog.

“I’m tired of not being able to sleep because of surprise visitors. And I’ll pay you in two square meals a day, tea, and my homemade moonshine.” She does not look amused. “And I won’t tell anyone you’re a lady.”

“I don’t know-”

“I know you’re almost out of money, I’m sure Tommy is bleeding you dry as an outside visitor. I won’t charge you anything.” Something in her loosens, you can see it.

“So do I sleep on your floor?”

“Or outside if you’d like, makes no difference to me. There’s a fire pit out there for ya” You turn around and mount your horse, eager to get home. “We got a deal?” You reach your hand down towards her. She hesitates before shaking it.

“I’m Ellie by the way.” You nod

“Alright Ellie, I’ll see you at my house then. I trust you’re familiar with the address” She just nods, slightly shocked. You smile and then head off, the comforting sound of hoofbeats clearing the thoughts in your head. On the way home you tend to just listen to the sounds of the desert. After a day of loud, squealing children it was healing. You’re sure you’d go crazy if you lived in town.

** **

You had just finished making your evening tea when you heard a knock on your door. For the first time in a long time, you don’t go into fight or flight mode. You open the door with a smile, part of you is surprised she even showed up. Your proposition was a little ridiculous, but that truly shows how desperate you are.

“Hello there stranger.” You are really pushing it with this attitude, you can tell, but something in you likes it when she gets annoyed.

“Hi.” She takes off her hat and lowers her bandana, something you’ve observed as a habit of hers, one of respect possibly. “So am I sleepin’ with the rattlesnakes or on your floor?”

“You get bit by a rattlesnake come to me and I’ll suck the venom out myself. Until then you best set up camp before dark darlin’.” You smile at her sweetly.

“Figured as much.” She smirks and walks away to set up camp.

“Dinner’ll be ready in 20 minutes. I hope ya like stew.” You call out to her. “Oh, and there’s a spring out back if you need any water!”

** **

The stew finally thickens up to the way you like it, you pour it into two bowls and quickly slurp up your serving. Didn’t taste amazing, but it was food.

You open your front door to bring Ellie her food and see that she’s already started a fire, she’s sipping from a silver flask just staring at the flames.

You approach and wordlessly hand her a bowl of stew and a spoon. She looks up at you “You gonna eat?”

“No, I- uh already ate.” More like inhaled but she didn’t need to know that. You point at her flask. “What’s in there?”

“You’re tellin’ me you don’t know what’s in here?” She raises her eyebrows.

“I know it’s liquor, Ellie, I’m just askin’ what kind.” Her confused expression drops.

“Whiskey.” She looks at the flask in her hand, then at you. “Want some?” She clearly did not want to offer it to you. But you sit down next to her and reach your hand out for it.

“Hand it over.” She hands you the flask. The metal was cool to the touch, almost shocking after the desert heat all day. You take a sip and the liquor burns its way down your throat, and your face scrunches a little. You were used to shooting whiskey, but this was particularly terrible, even worse than your moonshine. “Wow, that’s pretty awful.”

Ellie laughs between bites of stew, “You’re stew isn’t the greatest thing I’ve tasted either.”

“Hey!” You lightly punch her shoulder. She giggles even more. “You’re welcome for the food by the way.” You take another swig of whiskey and then hand the flask back to the cowgirl.

“Thank you,” she takes the flask, “for the meal.” she hands you her empty bowl. “And a place to stay, even if it’s outside.”

“We’ll see, maybe you’ll earn your way inside.” You take her bowl and turn to head inside.

“Is that a challenge?” She calls after you.

“Maybe.” You call back.

You step inside and immediately undress for bed, the whiskey making your eyes droop closed. You can barely get your buttons undone before you fall into bed, for the first time in a while, not having to worry about dangerous strangers knocking down your door.

** **

You wake up to a hasty knock coming from the front door. It’s still dark outside. You weren’t supposed to have to deal with this anymore. You grab your rifle and don’t even bother checking who is at the door simply out of annoyance. Would have bit you in the ass later if it was a surprise visitor. You open the door and cock the rifle. To your astonishment, you open the door to Ellie, holding her side. There’s a dark stain forming under her hands, her face is bloody and bruised. And yet she’s got a smug yet pained smile on her face. “This how you’re always gonna greet me?”

“Jesus Ellie,” you usher her inside quickly. “What happened?”

“You got some visitors, a group of Apache men.” She sits down in one of your wooden dining room chairs. You rush over to grab the small medical kit you had managed to fashion over the years. “They wanted to see you in particular, when I told them you weren’t accepting visitors they sort of attacked me. It was one versus six”

“They don’t trust many people.” You undo Ellie’s suspenders and begin unbuttoning her shirt without even thinking. “Most folks round here shoot first and ask questions later, they don’t have any respect or patience for a stubborn cowboy.” You walk over, grab a candle and some matches, and light it so you can see. “Can’t say I blame them. I am sorry though I’d thought they’d see your gun and back off”

“That is real optimistic of ya.” You remove her right arm from the sleeve of her shirt. She is wearing some sort of binding around her chest- so that’s how she’s managed to pass for a man.

“Wow, that’s a big word for you.” You smirk at her as you clean your hands with some moonshine.

“Really? I’m bleedin’ out and you’re making fun of me?” You press gauze to her wound, she hisses through her teeth.

“Please, you’re not bleeding out. Shouldn’t even need stitches, just some cleaning and dressing.” You look up at her, you’re not quite sure, but even in the dim candlelight, you could swear she was blushing. You wouldn’t dare mention it when she’s already made herself so vulnerable.

“Now for the hard part.” You take out a small bottle of vinegar.

“Alright.” Ellie leans back in the chair, ready for the sting of the vinegar.

“Here.” You take her left hand and place it on your shoulder. “Squeeze if you need to.” She nods and you take that as your cue to begin. You pour the vinegar on the wound and you watch as her abs contract, her hand squeezes your shoulder, pretty hard, but you know she was trying not to hurt you, even in pain.

You stand up and gently wrap a few layers of gauze around her mid-section, just in case it starts bleeding again during the night. You were so, so close to her, you could feel the heat radiating from her skin. “You always wear that?”

“Wear what?”

“The-the bandages, round your chest.” She looks down at them like she almost forgot they were there. Suddenly you realize how personal that question must be. “Sorry, I shouldn’t said anything. You don’t have to answer”

“No, It’s alright. I don’t mind. Yes, I’ve worn this for a while now, easier to get around when you look like a man.” You nod and finish wrapping the gauze around her and pin it in place. You put a bit of vinegar on a piece of gauze and begin cleaning the cuts on her face. “Oh, you don’t need to do that, miss.”

“Please just let me clean off your face. Were you planning on walkin’ around town tomorrow with dried blood on your cheeks?” She opens her mouth to say something but closes it. She’s quiet as you gently clean her face, you can see every freckle, every scar, her eyes shining in the candlelight. It was odd being this close to her. You had never felt comfortable being this physically close to someone. Her warmth almost invited you in, made you want to press your nose to her neck, run your hands across her skin, feeling along all the freckles and scars, memorizing the spot of each one. you wanted to know her in a way you have never wanted to know anybody else.

“Hey,” a gentle voice grounds you back into reality. “I think my face is clean.” She smiles softly. She was right, at some point, you had gotten her face completely clean, you’re not sure how long she let you drag the cloth across her freckled cheeks before she said something.

“Yeah, sorry.” You back away and put the blood-soaked gauze in the burn pile. “You should sleep in here. Don’t think anyone else will be coming tonight. I’ll go get your bedroll.” Ellie just nods and you go out to grab her things.

You hurry back and set up her bedroll on the floor right next to your bed. She makes her way to it and sits down on the floor with a thud, careful to not contort her body in a way that could re-open the wound. She collapses onto the wool blankets. When you’re sure she’s settled you place your rifle back next to your bed and fall into your mattress, knowing you’ll be exhausted tomorrow.

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sealuai · 9 months ago

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🇵🇸 🍉 MASTERLIST OF DONATION / HELPFUL LINKS I'VE GATHERED FOR PALESTINE

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conjectureand-gloom · 11 months ago

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‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ welcome! ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

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alex

they/he/xe/it

non binary 💛🤍💜🖤

lesbian ❤️🧡🤍🩷💜

youreverydaydemikid -> conjectureand-gloom (15/01/24)

minor (february 8th)

multifandom

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INFP-T

2w1

lyn lapid fan blog @tlit21c

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my new main account is @holesofmy-sweater

links ⬎

my ao3

my spotify

my pinterest

my instagram (that i’m barely active on)

hamilton fanfic recommendations

2023 reflection post

fandom list, fanfiction request masterlist, written works, wips, asks, tags and mutuals under the cut

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ fandom list ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

hamilton (feel free to request for any hamilton ship, i love them all so much, alexander is the absolute DREAM for a multishipper. alexander is my main target for angst! this is my main fandom)

jesus christ superstar (jesus/judas or jesus/judas/mary mainly for jcs, but feel free to ask for any other ships and i’ll consider it!! and no, i am not religious. i have been raised christian, but just ended up with religious trauma)

a good girls guide to murder (pipravi fluff and angst :) but i’ll so gladly write fics about sal and andie, or becca. ravi is my comfort character, and i just torture pip relentlessly)

nevermoor (personally i’m more of a cadence/morrigan girly, but fics for nevermoor will mainly be gen! i love found family, so jupiter & mog fluff or angst is my favourite)

in the heights (canon ships mainly, but feel free to ask for other ships! i’m not in the ITH fandom much, so these are going to be much more inaccurate)

newsies (again, more gen fics, but i do ship dave/jack. also i love angsty crutchie fics. this is one of my smaller fandoms, so these will be super inaccurate)

keeper of the lost cities (preferably marella/linh or tam/keefe! but again, feel free to ask for any ship!!)

hunger games (gen, preferably. but i’m team peeta in case anyone was wondering. fuck gale.)

maze runner (okay i haven’t read or seen TMR in ages but newt/thomas)

divergent (canon ships only. and no, christina/tobias is not canon.)

six (gen all the way. found family. also i love katherine howard angst over any other queen)

the song of achilles (achilles/patroclus? literally what other ship is there????? this is my favourite book)

wednesday (wednesday/enid. i feel like this requires no explanation. also. angst fics. i almost exclusively write angsty wednesday fics, rather than enid. i love the whole of the addams family, and i love familial hurt/comfort)

marauders (i’m not in the marauders fandom much at all, like i really only know the actual hp canon marauders. so.)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ fanfic request rules ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

i’ll write for any fandom listed above, i love them all! however i am much more active in hamilton, agggtm, jcs, nevermoor and kotlc, so those fics will be much better than the other fandoms’ would be

i’ll write any genre other than smut, and angst/whump is my absolute favourite. any AUs you could think of, literally anything, i’m not picky!

i won’t write romanticised abuse, non/con, or anything like that. that’s not to say that my fics can’t have dark aspects, but i won’t romanticise any of that.

on that, i’m not going to write any non/con, romanticised or not

also, i won’t write omegaverse, nor will i write y/n or self insert fics. nothing wrong with those genres, i just don’t write them!

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ written works ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

It’s Only A Matter Of Time - A Hamilton Watches Hamilton Fic

i wish i could say that was the last time

call me son one more time

when they surround our troops

then a hurricane came

take a break

and his right hand man…

she was holding me

the great war

we got traffic on the west side

steal into my affections

the fact that you’re alive is a miracle

fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

my father wasn’t around

philip, you would like it uptown

i may not live to see our glory…

an outrageous demand

stay alive

my dear, angelica

to convince you that i love you

but this situation’s helpless

like mother, like daughter (agggtm)

“but now this room is spinning…”

“i’ll call out your name but you won’t call back”

“like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon”

me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you (gifted to @holes-in-my-false-confidence)

baby it’s cold outside

the entire exposé (inspired entirely off of @jittyjames’ fanfiction series ‘the price of his war’)

my world is burning (yet another fic based off of jami’s series ‘the price of his war’)

i’m sorry if any of these links are incorrect, i spent over an hour on just this section

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ wips ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

achilles, come down (last two works in series still need to be written)

je m’appelle… lafayette? (one chapter to go)

lams (taylor’s version) (a few chapters to go, unsure if it will be finished)

you’re the one who disappears (agggtm, unsure if it will be finished, or when)

judas’ death (jcs angst fanfiction)

untitled (hamil-gang liminal spaces au longfic thing idk)

febuwhump drabbles (possibly)

be my valentine challenge

so big/so small (so big/so small from deh but hamilton and his ma)

bloom like rose thorns (a longfic that may or may not ever be finished)

rewrite of ‘i wish i could say that was the last time’ and ‘call me son one more time’

baby don’t cut (lams angst based off of a song with the same name)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ collaborations ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

fem!hamilton au with @jittyjames and @firebalda

if anybody is interested in collabing at all, please hit me up!! i love writing with other people!!!!

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ asks ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

please send me any asks at all!!! and also please put fic requests in my ask box, i did say that i would have your request out in 6 months, but i have had one sitting in there for over a year (sorry jami.) but um. i promise im trying to get better at that

also, feel free to ask for fic recommendations!!!! i’ve linked a post earlier in this post with a huge list, but it’s not fully updated with some more recent fics :)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ tags ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

asks- all the asks ive answered, these are also tagged with the url of the blog, or with anon dearest if it was an anon ask

akeyla ml- posts about/with my incredible incredible partner @holes-in-my-false-confidence who i love so much ❤❤❤❤❤❤

tag games- self explanatory, tag games :)

sleep is overrated- me trying to fix my sleep schedule in 2024

personal- personal vent posts. please block this tag, i have had someone unfollow me before because of these posts :)

₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ mooties ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

@jittyjames

@like-the-stars-i-shine (irl friend for 5 years now)

@holes-in-my-false-confidence (my partner, irl <33333)

@felizusnavidad

@weeping-in-the-willows

@swiftieannah

@the1laff

@anixknowsnothin

@purpleblobfrompluto

@starduckys

@now-thats-his-bride

@kwilooo

@evilteapot (irl friend)

@my-dear-gal

@idontwanttobeabuzzkill

@mynightsoutofsight

@cc-horan28

i have more mutuals, but this is everybody who i interact with more often and i actually consider to be my friend. if anybody wants to ever message me or actually become friends with me, please do!!!! i love talking to you guys, please message me, i promise im not scary <333

#intro post #hamilton #hamilton musical #fanfics #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction writer #writers #akeyla ml #yes i have told yall my birthday bc yall cant do absolutely anything with knowing my birthdate #just dont ask me for the year pls #im a teenager thats all yall need to know

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cool-brooklyn-us · 10 months ago

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FLY ON THE WALL

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Reneè had woken up to a message from her manager with a link to a video and who should appear then non other then Reneè's Crush the 19 year old Lesbian Heartthrob Y/N L/N aka her stage name Angel and to Reneè her Stage name couldn't be anymore fitting as she has the voice of an Angel with a little bit of Devil behind her eyes as she clicked on the link the music video began to play with a rocky tune as Y/N is dressed in wripped black biker jeans , converse , black sports bra and a Leather jacket along with all her rings on her hands her Short pixie hair with her UnderCut on show with Blue dye tips in her hair as the Camera Pulled back Reneè could see Y/N Sharp V line and toned abs as the girl began to sing.

"You don't understand what it is That makes me tick, but you wish you did"

A smirk can be seen on Y/N's lips as she ran her hand up and down the mic.

"You always second guess Wonder if I'll say yes But you just lose out every time"

Reneè bit her bottom lip as girls begin running there hands up and down Y/N's Body as she turned her head to one of the girls.

"If you only knew what I talked about When I'm with my friends, just hanging out Then you'd have the inside scoop on what to say, what to do That way when you play the game"

Suddenly the shot changes to Y/N her back against the wall as the camera shakes as she sways her hip running her back up and down the wall.

"Baby, you could never lose"

She turns her body round as she grinds her body against the wall smirking as she bites her lower lip

"Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall?"

The next shot is Y/N standing behind one of the girls her arms around her as the girls arm is tangled In Y/N's hair as she looked up to the camera.

"A creepy little, sneaky little Fly on the wall"

The next shot is of the same girl giving Y/N a lap dance as Y/N has her hands behind her head grinning

"All my precious secrets, yeah You'd know them all Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall?"

The next shot is of Y/N in a Bar walking in grabbing a Glass of Whisky as girls check her out.

"You'd love to know the things I do When I'm with my friends, and not with you"

Y/N spots the "group of friends" as she waves heading over to them

"You always second guess Wonder if there's other girls I'm flirting with You should know by now"

Suddenly Y/N is on the dance floor dancing with a girl that strikes a resemblance to Reneè as she holds this girl

"If you were my girlfriend, I'd be true to you If I make a promise, I'm coming through"

The next scene takes place in a bedroom Y/N crawls on top of this girl kissing her neck

"Don't you wish that you could see me Every second of the day?"

Both girls look at each other as Y/N grabs this girls cheek

"That way you would have no doubt That baby, I would never stray"

The next shot is of Y/N's Naked back as she's straddling this girl.

"Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall? A creepy little, sneaky little Fly on the wall"

The next shot is of this girl wearing a blindfold and cuffs as Y/N runs her hand down her chest clearly showing she's dominant as she smirks.

"All my precious secrets, yeah You'd know them all"

She turns her head to the camera with a smirk

"Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall? A little communication"

The next shot she's back in the studio with her microphone

"Well, that'll go a long way You're getting misinformation Too much hearsay, hearsay And what I say is"

She pulls this girl by her Jean loop as there lips hover over each others

"Come a little closer And what I'm gonna say is Don't Ya? Don't Ya? Don't Ya? Don't ya wish you were a? Hey Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall?"

The next shot is Y/N grabbing her jacket putting it on as she leaves a club

"A creepy little, sneaky little Fly on the wall"

She wraps her arm around the girl that looks like reneè as this girl laces her fingers with Y/N's hand that's over her shoulder

"All my precious secrets, yeah You'd know them all"

They walk to a car like there laughing as Y/N helps the girl into the Car first before turning her head to the Camera winking

"Don't you wish that you could be a Fly on the wall?"

She smirks getting In the Car before the music video ends as reneè is sat there all hot and bothered to the point she questioned if Y/N knew she had a thing for her...

"Fuck..."

Suddenly her phone vibrated indicating she had a text it was Y/N..

"You know all of my precious secrets yeah...you know them all 😉"

Reneè texts the girl back..as she feels her wetness grow for this girl who is gonna be the death of her

"Wanna come over"

"On my way Baby 🥰😚😘"

#reneè rapp #lgbtq #regina george #lesbian #wlw #Renee rapp #Reneè Rapp × Reader

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 2 years ago

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Baby and the Bees: the Belladonnas

Several days after Yang and Ruby found a little Faunus baby in the desert and brought her home. Blake has gone full mother panther mode. Weiss is a helicopter aunt. Ruby is the fun aunt. And Yang has somehow managed to become even more of a lesbian disaster.

Blake: *humming a tune while holding the baby and rocking side to side*

Baby: *coos and looks up at Blake's ears*

Blake: *tilts head and slicks her ears back*

Baby: *slicks ears back*

Blake: *raises one ear*

Baby: *raises one ear with some difficulty but giggles with success*

Blake: Good job! You did it! *nuzzles soft tuffs of hair on fuzzy ears*

CLICK!

Blake: *straightens in surprise and turns to see Yang smiling lovingly. Scroll in hand* Yang! Uh, how long have you been standing there?

Yang: Long enough to get all of that on video and an absolutely adorable new wallpaper. *gently takes the baby and blows a raspberry on a chubby cheek*

Baby: *squeals with laughter and grabs Yang's bangs*

Blake: *snaps a picture* She sure likes pulling your hair, doesn't she?

Yang: *winks* She's not the only one. It's just cuter when she does it.

The door nearly flings off its hinges as Kali sprints into the room. Ghira barely keeping up and completely out of breath as he tries to wrangle his wife.

Kali: Where is she?!

Ghira: Blake, I'm sorry! I tried to keep her at bay as long as I could.

Kali: Oh! Little Cub! *pulls baby from Yang and starts cooing as she walks to the common room* Hello, I'm your grandma! Yes, and you are just the cutest little thing! Oh, I can't wait for your mamas to make you a little sibling!

Baby: *giggling in delight at the prospect of having a sibling*

Blake: MOM!!!

Yang: *blushing* I mean... If there's a way to make it work...

Blake: YANG!!!

Ghira: *from the common room* Kali, Kali, no. I can't hold her. She's the size of my hand. I don't want to drop- KALI!

Yang: Uh.... we should go save your dad...

For those who want to read the first part. Here's a link:

#bumbleby #bumblebabies #good luck getting your daughter back Blake #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #kali belladonna #ghira belladonna #adoption #rwby faunus #tiger see tiger do

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penguicorns-are-cool · 6 months ago

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got this picture from a post about the intersex definition but I want to make another post just going through them, especially the asexual one

an infographic showing the acronym "LGBTQUIA+" with definitions from left to right +: and more A: "Asexual They are uncomfortable with sexual contact with anyone. They have no interest in relating sexually with their partners" I: Intersex These are people who were born with genital organs of both sexes (male and female) it is a genetic condition Q: Queer Identify people whose sexuality goes beyond the heteronormative and what is accepted by society T: Transgender Tehy identify with the sex opposite to the one they were born with. This has no relation to sexual preferences B: Bisexual People who may experience attraction to people of multiple genders G: Gay People who like people of the same sex. Often used to refer to men who are attracted to men. It is a concept valid for all genders L: Lesbian These are women who are attracted to women

So I'm gonna go through all of these really quick but the asexual part will probably be longest

Lesbian and Gay: very simplified but like yeah that's it. That's the 101. very gender binary terms but whatever this is an introductory infographic and it's not false

Bisexual: not bad, props for saying multiple genders instead of both genders

Transgender: very gender binary terms. like yeah that's true for a lot of trans people, but also in this context it would be better described as an umbrella term for anyone who doesn't identify with the gender they were assigned at birth. This definition of identifying as the opposite sex is a bit misleading in that sense.

Intersex: I'm just gonna link the @ipso-faculty post go read that it's very important especially cause chances are you have never been properly taught about what intersex means yourself

Asexual:

one: the A stands for more than just asexual. please don't forget the aromantics and agenders. the A is just for everyone who doesn't experience either sexual attraction, romantic attraction, or gender in the same capacity as others

It is so so so important to include all three to at the very least remind people that there is a population of people who don't experience the thing at all and you shouldn't act like it's a universal experience

two: that definition, asexuality is not feeling uncomfortable with sexual contact and not all asexuals are uninterested in having sex with their partners.

that is such an extremely ignorant definition considering that the very first link when I look up "what is asexuality" is this and it says

"Considering that asexuality has often been assumed to be a human impossibility, it is sometimes confused with celibacy. Celibacy is the conscious decision to forgo sexual activity, regardless of one’s level of desire. Celibacy is usually undertaken for religious purposes, either until marriage, or lifelong in the case of Catholic priests and some Buddhist monks. Celibates refrain from sexual activity with other people, and sometimes even with themselves, however much they may long for it. Asexuals, meanwhile, exhibit a distinct lack of desire for partnered sexual activity, although they may have sex."

and like, that last sentence is still a bit off mark but it's a whole lot better than "uncomfortable with sexual contact." Honestly, I haven't seen all that many definitions of asexuality that don't either use the term "attraction" in place of "desire" or make the distinction between celibacy and asexuality. That's a pretty important part, like Asexuality 101 first thing you've ever read should absolutely make that distinction.

but no, instead of describing asexuality this has successfully described celibacy + sex aversion

And it would be one thing if this were some instagram infographic someone made, but this is an infographic in the definition section of a peer-reviewed paper

like, I would hope you are doing a teensy bit more research about definitions before writing an entire study about lgbt+ students. This paper is being cited in other papers, it's being used for other research and they seem to have not even done a google search to figure out that asexuality does not mean discomfort or that intersex includes way more than people with both genitals. and you might think "oh it's probably just an older paper" but no, it was published in 2021

like this is why there are so many misconceptions about the IA+ and why aromantics and agenders always get left off when people talk about it, because research papers like this can't do a google search

#asexual #asexuality #aromantic #lgbtqia+#queer #lesbian #gay #bisexual #transgender #intersex

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femslashfictournament · 1 year ago

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Femslash fic tournament: Round 1.2

Where the Lonely Ones Roam Ship: Catra/Adora Fandom: She-ra and the Princesses of Power Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17355854 Summary: In the end, the Horde failed. Catra saw it coming. She’d always known how fierce Adora could be, how determined. She was not surprised when Adora took on Hordak one-on-one. She did not charge in to help when Hordak called desperately for aid in that last battlefield, outside the oldest temple of the First Ones, the one place where he could either exert complete control over Etheria, or be utterly destroyed.

Unfortunately, that was really only the start of their problems.

An early SPOP fic that manages to be a great read even after Canon diverged. Sells me thoroughly on every single aspect of it, especially the main ship, which at the time the fic was written was on pretty bad terms. A redemption story and a love story and a love story about redemption. Absolutely worth a read.

In Passing Ship: Shez/Lysithea Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40908654/chapters/102516105 Summary: Years after the war's end, Shez finds Lysithea lying face-down on the road. Having completed her life's work, Lysithea has resigned herself to her fate and given up on finding a way to remove her two Crests. Shez, unwilling to stand by and let her die alone, commits to finding a way to save her — or at least make her last few months on this earth happy.

Just a really cute fic for a rare pairing.

L Is for Lena Ship: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Fandom: Supergirl Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15419184/chapters/35787864 Summary: Lena's been a disappointment to her family since long before she befriended Supergirl, and she's been struggling under the weight of unrealistic expectations since long before she took over Luthor Corp. The pressure to constantly perform has been a part of her life for so long that she doesn't know how to escape it. She doesn't know whether she can.

Lena's story from age 15 into several years in the future. Canon compliant through "Luthor's."

This fic spends as much time with Lena's lesbian identity and the Luthors' toxic family dynamic as it does with the main pairing and honestly, I love it for that. Lena's relationship with Lillian is written with a lot of complexity in a way that feels very honest.

#she ra and the princesses of power #catra #adora #fire emblem three houses #shez #lysithea von ordelia #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #femslash fic tournament

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obscurecharactershowdown · 1 year ago

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Group F Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Miyauchi Rena, a girl with light brown hair and brown eyes, wearing pearl ornaments in her hair. she wears a combination yellow-and-blue-plaid and black satin dress. it features a bones motif--on her chest, hands, and knee-high black socks--and glowing cutaways on her waist. the sleeves are puffy, as is the bustle. the second image is of Tiger of the Wind, a horned blue and white wolf with yellow eyes. the third image is of the book cover of The Enchancted Island of Yew by L. Frank Baum. the color of the cover is gray, and it depicts a woman with dark hair, in an updo, and large flowers on the side of her head. she's wearing a pinkish, sleeveless dress with her right leg completely exposed, the material also reminiscent of flower petals. the cloth of her dress is raising with her up-stretched arms to frame the title. she's standing in a white flower, and her feet are bear, but around her right ankle is a piece of the same material of her dress. she's holding a long, black stick, like a fairy wand, that emits a glowing yellow light on the end. end ID]

Miyauchi Rena

shes a magical girl in plaid with a bone laurel and bone gloves and a hula hoop she beats you up with. shes a canon lesbian and heavily autistic coded. she became a magical girl to save the life of her first love. she failed and she doesnt know. she lost her memories while hidden from the apocalypse and didnt question the empty school on the island in a sea that stretched for forever. she wants her memories back but more than that she wants to know why she lost them. [additional propaganda 1]

Tiger of the Wind

Pretty sure he was my furry awakening if we're being honest.

The High Ki of Twi

it’s never really made clear whether they’re a single person that operates two bodies in perfect synchronity or two different people with two different consciousnesses that share a mental link so deep they always act the exact same and to be honest i’m not sure which is worse. primary ruler over a country (twi) entirely composed of doubles like them. also on that note “ki” is a title that denotes a ruler (as seen in the secondary rulers, the ki and the ki-ki) and it’s not said whether or not they have an actual name. they were once separated physically and mentally due to a magic spell gone awry (and managed to cause a whole civil war before they got it fixed a few days later) and boy if that didn’t fuck with my head the first time i read it. the author is pretty fond of fucking with identity like that. this one wasn’t even because of dismemberment like they usually are. also worth noting that they are by all means a girl and only use they/them pronouns because they’re like. two girls actually. it’s all very confusing

#obscurecharactershowdown #group f round 2 #obscure poll #miyauchi rena #blue reflection second light #tiger of the wind #monster rancher 1999 #the high ki of twi #the enchanted island of yew #l. frank baum

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bobfloydluvsblackwomen · 2 years ago

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high school crush | robin buckley

pairing: robin buckley x black!fem!reader

warnings: aged up college robin (20 years old), making out, boob play, teasing, hints to masturbation

words: 1.3k (1340)

every college party you had gone to since starting college had been immensely boring, even the small house parties that steve harrington used to throw back in high school were way better. you manoeuvred your way through the crowd and decided to chill outside by the pool with your drink in hand.

what you were not expecting was a familiar face, robin buckley and steve harrington stood in the corner chatting away so you decided to approach them.

“buckley and harrington in the flesh, haven’t seen you guys in a while.” you give them your best smile and pretend not to notice when steve nudges robin into replying, “hey y/n.” is all she says before steve moves to speak.

“how have you been? i didn’t know you came to this college?” you hear steve’s words and you reply accordingly but your brain isn’t focused on the words coming out of your mouth because of the girl stood in front of you.

you had figured out your sexuality back in your last year of high school and after many nights spent in denial, you were now a proud lesbian and you were secretly hoping robin was too. i mean she was the one who made you realise this about yourself after all, “you look good robin.” you turn your body to face her properly and in the corner of your eye you see steve leave the two of you alone.

“oh! uh thank you! i think you look really good too but i mean you always did back in high school— not that i watched you back in high school i just happened to see you a lot because we’re in the same grade and we had a lot of classes together.” robin wringed her hands nervously before chewing at the skin on her lips. you can’t help but let out a giggle at her rambles and you inch closer.

the colour pink instantly dusts over robin’s cheeks and her ears go red. “robin buckley do i, y/n l/n, make you nervous?” you’re close to her, very close to her, very very close and you’re loving this, you’ve got robin right where you wanted her. she’s told you everything you needed to know without you having to ask her a single question.

“what?— no i just ramble a lot when i’m around people, because you know it’s people and my mind has a lot to say and i can’t keep up with it—.” you take her hand and lead her through the house, up the stairs and into the first bathroom you can find. the people in the house are too drunk to pay attention to two girls whose hands are linked.

once you’re in the bathroom you lock the door and hop onto the counter besides the sink. robin however opts to stand against the door, staring at you with wide eyes. “i don’t bite.” you tell her as your eyes travel from the bottom of her body to the top, “unless you want me to.” you make an attempt to make eye contact with but it’s futile, robin’s eyes are darting all across the room as she avoids you completely, her face is redder than ever before as her jaw hangs slightly open.

she’s flustered by once sentence. god, she was so cute. “c’mere buckley.” you call her forward with your index finger and like a lost puppy she comes forward but not close enough so you grab her by the blue suspenders she has on so that your noses are practically touching.

“ha, what are you— what are you doing?” robin lets out and her breath is raspier than usual, she was killing you and she didn’t even know it. “i have a question for you but i feel like i already know the answer but stop me if i’m wrong.”

robin nods her head slowly with furrowed eyebrows.

“do you like girls? and i don’t mean as friends.” robin’s eyes avert yours as lies stumble out of her mouth, “i mean me? no way, girls are pretty but in the way that everyone is pretty so i don’t really think i like girls.” she gave you a small smile before clearing her throat, “what about you?”

“i like girls. a lot.” you tell her and you watch as robin’s eyes widen and you swear you see excitement in them too. “that’s good to know!” she replies eagerly.

“now buckley, are you gonna tell me the truth or do i have to kiss it out of you.” you tilt your head and watch as robin’s cheek dust pink again, it’s slowly becoming one of your favourite things to do. making robin flustered.

“i…uh- well-,” you roll your eyes jokingly and close the distance between the two of you, you kiss her softly and slowly, your hands drop down from her suspenders to robin’s hands that are currently fumbling around. you take her hands and put one on your waist and the other one on your breast.

you smile into the kiss when you hear robin moan slightly and you feel her kiss you harder, squeeze your waist harder and she pinches your nipple leaving you to now groan into her mouth.

“so you know what you’re doing huh?” you pull away from robin glad to see that your lipgloss has smudged all over her lips. “i only did what i do to myself when i’m— you know.”

“touching yourself? why don’t you show me what else you do?” your finger travels down robin’s shirt and down her trousers, hooking itself around one of the belt loops and pulling her closer in between your legs so that your flush against her chest. “you used to be in band right? i know you’ve got pretty fingers.”

robin stares you, completely enamoured as you speak to her and she finds a new found confidence within herself as her fingers find their way underneath your skirt as they rub over your panties. she continues to rub over your core, reeling from the wet spot that was created because of her.

“robin, don’t tease. trust me i’ve been waiting for this since senior year.” you whisper in her ear. “senior year!?” robin gasps, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“robin, i promise we can talk about this later but please.” you rut against her finger needily and she can’t help but smirk.

knock knock “i gotta pee!” you let out a groan of frustration as the knocks on the door become bangs and the voice outside becomes more familiar. “buckley did you hear me? i saw you go in here.”

you roll your eyes at steve as you bring robin closer one more time, kissing her with vigour before jumping off the counter and interlocking your fingers with hers, you can feel her apprehension about this public display of affection, “no one will notice, they’re too drunk.” you reassure her as you unlock the door.

“oh, you’re not robin— oh you are robin though.” the smirk on steve harrington’s face grows as he watches robin trail out of the bathroom hand in hand, suspenders slightly messy, he leans closer and dabs robin’s lips, when he realises it’s definitely lipgloss something robin does not own he claps her back. “alright robin!” he turns to you with an even bigger grin, “she’s had the biggest crush on you since she was like 15 is what she told me, crazy how our dreams come true huh?”

“steve!” robin hits her friend’s shoulder as you laugh. “we can talk about it later but harrington i’m sure you don’t mind if i steal your friend?”

“nope! she’s all yours to take! just as long as you bring bf back in time for our shift.” he sends you a thumbs up with a grin and you tighten the hold on robin’s hand, “come on then, you can tell me all about your little crush on me.” robin rolls her eyes but follows you through the overcrowded house with a grin.

i need a girlfriend and i need one now

#stranger things #black!fem!reader #black!reader #steve harrington #robin buckley #wlw love #sapphic #lesbians #girl crush

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years ago

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: bullying, mentions of homophobia, lesbian!callie, bi!reader, coming out, swearing

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: i’ve linked some lgbtq+ resources here and some hotlines here. also please feel free to reach out to me at anytime <3

Masterlist

Chapter 3

You were with a patient doing a yearly physical when your receptionist knocked on the door.

“Yes, Carol?” you asked.

“Camellia’s school is on the phone. They’re requesting you go in immediately.”

“Um okay, Brandon, we’re all finished up here. Perfectly healthy,” you left the room in a hurry, shedding your lab coat and stethoscope.

“Carol, please cancel the rest of my appointments for the day unless they’re urgent,” you grabbed your purse and keys and headed out the door.

You opened the principal’s office door to see Callie sitting next to two other girls. The two girls looked mostly unscathed but Callie had a black eye and her knees were scraped up.

“What the hell happened?” you asked, in shock.

“Ms. Y/L/N, please sit down. We are trying to figure that out now. The other parents should be here shortly.”

“Why is Camellia being forced to sit next to the people who presumably hurt her? Camellia, come here,” you ushered her up and she didn’t waste a beat, going over to you.

“Well, we weren’t entirely sure of the situation yet. None of the girls seem willing to speak,” the principal stated.

“I see two girls that are unharmed and one with a black eye. Excuse my language but I really don’t fucking care why they did it,” you seethed.

“Please be assured we will handle this with the utmost care,” the principal tried to calm you, “Once the parents get here, we will talk detentions.”

“DETENTIONS?” you yelled, “I want a 2 week long suspension at the very least in addition to them being switched out of Camellia’s classes. An expulsion would be more fitting in my opinion.”

“Okay, we’ll sort this out when the parents get here,” he stood.

“You keep saying ‘when the parents get here’. I may not be Camellia’s parent but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about her or know what a suitable punishment is. We’re leaving,” you grabbed Callie’s things from the floor and escorted her out of the office.

Once you got to the car, you took a deep breath.

“Did the nurse look at your eye yet?” you asked softly.

“She gave me an ice pack,” Callie nodded.

“Good,” you sighed and drove off.

When you got back to the house, Callie ran up to her room and shut the door.

You grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and slowly made your way up the stairs with Winnie trailing behind you.

“Camellia, the longer you ice it, the less noticeable it will be,” you spoke through the door.

Callie flung open her door and then plopped back down face first on the bed.

You placed the ice pack on her night stand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Do you want to talk about it or be left alone?” you asked quietly, fully expecting the second answer.

“They found out that one of the boys they liked liked me,” she cried, “And when I told them that they didn’t have to worry because I don’t even like boys, I like girls, they got even madder at me.”

She continued to sob into your chest as you stroked her hair soothingly, “They told me I was a freak and going to hell.”

“Camellia, I am so sorry you were treated that way. You should be accepted as who you are wherever you go. You are not a freak and you are not going to hell, that is if you even believe in that. Being who you are is not a sin. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your sexuality with me. You wanna know what?” you asked her.

“What?” she looked up at you.

“I’m bi so I’ve dated girls and boys and people who don’t identify as either. It’s okay to love who you love. There’s nothing wrong with that,” you explained to her, “Now, it’s up to you but I don’t feel comfortable with you returning to that school.”

“Me either,” she emphatically shook her head.

“There’s a private school in the next town over that some of my patients go to and they seem to love it,” you suggested.

“It's super expensive though,” she sniffled.

You wiped her tears away, “Don’t worry about that, Camellia.”

“Call me Callie,” she whispered.

“Okay, Callie. How about you watch some TV with Winnie and I’ll make us dinner.”

The tour at Callie’s new school had gone wonderfully. The student tour guide and Callie hit it off immediately and they were fast friends. They even had the same schedule so she would have a familiar face on her first day.

You still had to tell Spencer as you promised to keep him up to date with all things regarding Callie.

“Y/N, hey,” Spencer greeted as you entered the room.

“Hi, Spencer. I kind of have some big news,” you trailed off.

“Okay…” he responded.

“Callie transferred to the private school in the next town over.”

“Why?” he immediately asked.

You bit your lip. Callie had told you that she hadn’t told her dad yet so you couldn't explain why. She knew he would be understanding but it was still scary for her.

“Callie and I felt her old school wasn’t a good fit for her anymore,” you stated.

“Why are you calling her ‘Callie’ now? All of a sudden, you guys are buddy buddy now?” Spencer questioned, frustration growing on his face.

“Spencer, it’s important for us to bond so she feels comfortable at home,” you replied.

“How are you even paying for it?” he asked.

“I have plenty of savings and it’s worth it to see her happier in her new schooling environment,” you calmly explained.

“Can you just tell me what’s going on with my daughter?” Spencer slammed his hand down on the table and you flinched, “You aren’t her parent. I am.”

“Spencer, there’s certain things that I can’t-”

“What happened to being on my side, Y/N? You think you can just take her from me, move her to a preppy school, and she’ll forget about her real family. Guess what, Y/N? You're the expendable one.”

“I’m going to go,” you stood as tears began to flood your vision.

Callie had weekly dinners with the team every Friday night since Spencer had been arrested. You had never been invited, the team seemed determined to not get to know you. They would rather have you as another person to blame in this mess but that was their prerogative.

Callie came down the stairs about 30 minutes earlier than the team was set to pick her up. Callie seemed more comfortable around you and hung out in the living room more than her room with the door closed now.

“We’re going to need to do something about that eye so I don’t get tackled and interrogated by a bunch of FBI agents,” you motioned to her purplish black eye.

“I was going to ask for your help,” she held up her makeup bag.

“Sit,” you patted the spot on the couch right next to you.

You and Callie both sat criss-cross applesauce, facing each other with an episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race playing in the background. Winnie climbed into her lap as you gently blended concealer over her eye.

“How about some eyeshadow? I have a few palettes down here,” you ran to the bathroom to get them.

“Any of these colors look interesting to you?” you asked as you laid the palettes down on the couch.

Callie selected a bright pink and a dusty orange.

“You do not shy away from color and I love it!” you grinned, dipping your brush into the powder and tapping the excess off on the side.

“How did it go with my dad today?” she asked.

Your lips pursed.

“He was mad at you,” she sighed.

“More just frustrated that he wasn’t getting the full story,” you reasoned.

“I think I’m going to tell him,” she spoke.

“Honey, don’t feel pressured to just because your dad is upset with me.”

“No, I want to,” she reassured you.

“Okay,” you smiled, “We’ll go Sunday morning.”

“Are you okay waiting out here?” Callie asked.

“Don’t worry about me, honey. This is between you and your dad but I’ll be right here if you need any support,” you reminded her.

Callie nodded and headed into the room.

“Sweetheart,” Spencer smiled softly, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay, Dad. I actually have something to tell you.”

“Y/N already told me you switched schools. Did she force you to do that? Is it more convenient for her or something? Do you want me to contact the team to get you back into your old class?” Spencer replied.

“No, Y/N didn’t force me to do that. It was completely my decision. It’s actually less convenient for her because her drive is 20 minutes longer now and she is paying for my tuition. And, no, I absolutely do not want to go back to my old school,” Callie answered all of his many questions.

“Oh,” Spencer said, “May I ask why?”

Callie started to tear up, “They were really mean to me.”

Spencer pulled her in for a hug from across the table.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he rubbed her back.

When Callie wiped her tears away, her eye makeup came off and Spencer saw the extent of it and he started to cry too.

“Oh god, Callie,” Spencer pulled her in again for a tighter hug.

“I’m a lesbian, Dad,” Callie spoke into his chest.

“I’m so happy you decided to share that with me, sweetheart. I love you so so very much,” he kissed the top of her head, “You know your dad was bullied quite a bit throughout his schooling for not fitting ‘the norm’ either…you know what, maybe I’m not the best example…but what I’m trying to say is ‘normal’ is boring. Don’t ever feel like you have to pretend to be someone else to fit in.”

“Thanks, Dad, and I think you’re a great example, you have 3 PhDs and you’re an amazing dad. Anyone would be lucky to be you,” Callie smiled.

“It’s easy when you have the best daughter in the whole world,” he grinned, “So you like this school better?”

“Yes, very much. I already have more friends than I did at my old school and I joined the art club, the soccer team, and chess club,” Callie beamed.

“Sounds like you have a busy schedule. I’m so proud of you, Camellia, for everything,” he smiled.

The guard knocked on the door to announce that visiting time was almost up.

“I’ll see you in two days, Dad. Love you,” Callie hugged Spencer one last time.

“Love you too. Also, could you send Y/N in here for just a minute?” he asked.

Callie nodded and headed out the door. You came in a few seconds later with your head pointed down at your shoes, not making eye contact with Spencer.

“I wanted to apologize for my temper and thank you for not ruining a beautiful moment between me and my daughter as much as I was pressuring you to,” Spencer spoke.

You lifted your head up and smiled a bit, “You’re welcome, Spencer. I’m always on your side.”

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divinerulerluvr · 3 years ago

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Mahogany Wood

Sister Mary Eunice punishes you at Briarcliff

Possessed!Sister Mary Eunice x fem!reader

Warnings - Smut, caning, whipping, sadism, punishment, homophobia mentions

A/n - Some good ole Mary Eunice smut. Honestly idk what the fuck I was thinking while writing, but hey, it's fun.

You hadn’t been at Briarcliff long when Sister Mary Eunice took charge. Sister Jude had been kicked out as you heard through the grapevine.

Sister Mary Eunice had always been Sister Jude’s henchwoman. That’s what another patient told you. That she was Sister Jude’s bitch, basically. You figured that when Sister Mary Eunice took over that she’d be lenient and a pushover.

You were wrong.

Around the beginning of the month, your father caught you kissing another woman and sent you straight to the crazy house. Being queer was a big no-no around here. So here you were. Stuck with the paranoid schizophrenics, the deranged killers, and the gone-crazy widows.

You were sat in the common room, playing Go Fish with Miss. Lancaster - a grieving widow. When she eventually wins, you slam your cards on the table and stand up abruptly, causing your chair to fall over behind you.

“This game fucking sucks! You always fucking win because you’re a goddamn cheater!” You accuse, yelling out angrily. Briarcliff made everyone go mad. And for you, it made you unable to control your anger.

Orderlies come rushing in and grab you by the arms. “You fucking bitches!” You yell out as the strong men grab you by the arms. “Rot in hell! All of you!” You continue screaming and kicking as the men practically carry you to Sister Mary Eunice’s office.

They throw you inside and you see the blonde woman sitting at her desk, her nun habit only showing her blonde bangs. Her skin was pale and she wore deep red lipstick on her lips.

She looks up at you, her eyes landing directly on yours. It felt like she was looking through you. “Leave her here. Thank you.” She says to the orderlies in a calm, smooth voice. The men leave the room, leaving it to just you and the nun.

“Anger issues don’t bode well in a place like this, Miss. Y/l/n.” Sister Mary Eunice states, standing from her desk. You stand in place, a deep fear in your body that if you moved, you’d be toast.

Instead, you just breathe heavily. She rounds the desk, eyeing you. She steps in front of you, being a few inches taller than you. “What do you think your punishment should be?” She asks.

You shake your head. “Let me outta this hellhole.” You seethe.

She chuckles shortly, a smile on her red lips. “This… isn’t even close to hell. You want to get on the good side of me? Don’t backtalk.” Sister Mary Eunice comments. You exhale sharply, watching as she leans back and grabs the file with your name on it off of her desk.

“Homosexual tendencies, huh?” She reads, her eyes set on your file. “Tell me, what have you done with a woman?”

“I’ve fucked them. They’ve fucked me. I love being a flaming, raging queer, sister. I love having women on top of me and below me. Feeling their tits and how wet they get.” You say bravely, a smug smirk on your face.

Sister Mary Eunice just chuckles, eyeing you up and down. She took in your asylum outfit that consisted of a boring dress and a knitted coat. “Speaking so courageously given the circumstances.”

You hum, quirking your head to the side. “Take off your coat.” She demands, her voice coated with finality. You delay and she just raises her eyebrows at you. Apprehensively, you slowly shrug off your knit coat.

It falls to the floor and Sister Mary Eunice smiles. “Drop the dress, too.” She adds on. You exhale deeply, your eyes set on hers as you undo the buttons of your dress and slide the dress off of your body, letting it fall pathetically to the floor.

Sister Mary Eunice surveys your body - taking in your breasts and hard nipples before falling to the slightly too big cotton panties the nurses provide. “Those too.” She says, pointing to the panties.

As you slide them over your hips, she walks over to the cabinet and opens it, revealing a variation of whipping canes. Your eyes widen at the side of them.

She grabs one of them and rubs the cane against her palm. “Bend over the desk. Now.” Sister Mary Eunice continues demanding orders like some kind of drill sergeant. You follow, your breasts touching the cold wood of the desk as you bend over so your bare ass was sticking out.

You feel the cold cane run up your inner thigh. You shiver, your body tensing. “How many whips? I say forty, given your foul language earlier.” She comments. You groan, feeling the cane rub against your pussy.

With your cheek pressed against the desk, you wince when Sister Mary Eunice whips you with the cane. And fuck, did it hurt.

Your hands grip the desk’s ledge, your ass cheek burning angrily from the slap. “Count for me.” Sister Mary Eunice orders. “O-One.” You groan out, breathing heavily. She brings the cane down on your ass again, this time harder. “Two!” You cry out.

The fire spread through your entire cheek, making you whimper in pain as she hit you with all her strength. Which was a lot of strength. The numbers slowly climb and with each whip, you can feel your cunt getting wetter.

“Thirty-eight!” You mewl, your voice breaking as tears waterfall down your cheeks. “Thirty-nine!” You continue calling out. With one extra harsh whip, Sister Mary Eunice reaches forty. “Forty!” You draw out, the wood wet below your face from tears.

Sister Mary Eunice pulls you by the hair from your bent-over position, making you face her. She smirks as she sees your red eyes and wet cheeks. Her eyes dance down your body, past your heaving breasts until she reaches between your legs.

“Dirty, dirty girl.” Sister Mary Eunice chides. She uses the tip of the cane to spread your legs, making you whimper as your ass presses against the cold wood of the desk.

She runs her cane over your inner thigh, collecting the gooey wetness that coated your thighs on the cane. “Lick it off.” She orders, raising the cane to your mouth. Tears roll down your cheeks as you beg her. “No… I’m sorry.” You plead.

Staying eerily silent, Sister Mary Eunice pushes the wet cane against your lips. You begrudgingly stick your tongue out and lick it, tasting your own arousal. She smiles as she watches you, her sadism helping her get off on it.

Pulling the cane away from you, she lets go of your hair and pushes you to the ground. “Get out of my sight.” She demands.

“C-Can I get...my clothes?” You say weakly. She shakes her head, sitting back down at her desk. “No. Ask the orderlies for another dress. It’s part of your punishment.”

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nerdykeppie · 7 months ago

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I'm sorry that you've had bad experiences with our clothes. We actually order from multiple different companies, each of which has a different sizing chart, not counting t-shirts, which have their own sizing issues. That's why we have the applicable sizing charts linked on every item, notes on every item about sizing, and several large-type, bolded reminders through the process that we cannot exchange clothing for size, so please make sure you've checked the actual size chart for the item, including right at the top of your order confirmation email.

(I just pulled a test email to screenshot, which is why it has my name.)

This has been explained before, but I'm glad to explain it again: there is only one way that we could possibly afford to offer the variety of items that we offer, with no fat tax, in the number of Pride flags we carry, and in the number of sizes we carry, and that's to make all sales final.

On every pattern-printed item we have added in the past several years, there are at least 10 standard Pride flags, and as we move forward, everything's getting this full list: Ace, Aro, Bi, Bear, Gay Men's/MLM, Genderfluid, Genderqueer, Gilbert Baker, Lesbian, Non-Binary, Pan, Progress, Queer, Rainbow, Trans. Got it? Okay. Now guess how many items on each thing sell with aromantic pride colors, or gay men's, or lesbian, or genderfluid. On most items, four flags sell consistently: Ace, Bi, Trans, and Rainbow. A few more sell mid-range amounts: non-binary, pan, Progress.

To be able to exchange items for size, we would need to either a) already be stocking the item or b) have some faith that we'd be able to sell it again. Since most things from rarer flags never sell a single thing, and it's only, like, one out of fifty items with an aromantic flag option that ever sells the aro variety, that just isn't the case.

We also don't buy in bulk, because if we did that, we'd have to restrict the number of different styles we offer to just a few, and those would be the styles that fit and are preferred by the vast majority of people. To be able to offer more modest styles, styles that work for very short or very tall people, styles that work for people who are self-conscious about their broad shoulders, etc. etc. we need to work on an order-single-items-when-purchased basis.

So that leaves us where we are: we pay to have each piece of clothing manufactured, and we keep our profit margins as reasonable as we can so that we can try to make a living and pay our employees a living wage while also not charging astronomical prices. If you buy a single piece of clothing from me, and you want to exchange it, and it's not something I expect to sell again, I'm well in the red on that item.

That adds up fast, and we're already riding thin margins. We don't have funding coming from anywhere but sales, either, which means we don't have big reserves to rely on. Freedom from investors -- and we've had offers -- means not having someone telling you your shit is too queer or too objectionable and your margins are not good enough and you pay your employees too much, because, frankly, fuck that.

At the end of the day, the choice is either we can't allow exchanges or we stop offering 80% of what we offer, because we can only do exchanges for size if we think we can sell the item. I'm sorry that didn't work out for you. Our size charts on some items do run small compared to what people may be used to, but our posted size charts are extremely accurate, and I stand by them. Neither Emet or I are even vaguely skinny, and we've tested nearly everything we offer -- there are one or two we didn't because it was a special order for a single customer -- so I can say pretty firmly that if you measured and compared to the size chart, it should match.

I do my best when it comes to sizing issues -- if an order comes in and it has 2 things marked size L and one that's an XS, I'll hold the order and try to contact the customer to make sure they meant to order the XS and it wasn't a mistake, since XS is the default drop-down size. I don't catch all of the sizing issues, but we know this can be tough, so we want to make sure people get what they ordered.

If the item you got doesn't match the posted size charts, we would hope you would contact us right away so that we can reach out to the manufacturer and get you an item that is correctly manufactured. Everybody makes mistakes, so it's not out of the realm of possibility that someone would get something marked size L that's actually the measurements for a Medium. It's only happened maybe a half-dozen times over the past 5 years, but it has happened.

(This is not, by the way, a request for advice on the topic of exchanges from anybody -- we have had many, many long conversations about the topic at PHQ, and we will continue to have those conversations. If we ever figure out a way to make it work, you all will be the absolute first to know.)

You wish we could offer exchanges? Me too. I'd like to be able to do that while still offering more than 4 flags and 2 designs. If I figure out how to do that without going bankrupt, you'll be the first to know.

Okay, y'all.

I'm gonna be really up front with everybody in a way that I'm usually not:

This year so far has been really rough, in a way that kinda has me worried. Bear with me, and there will be dog pictures along the way and pictures of new swag at the end, ok?

Running a small business is always rough, and with everything going on - with me being down-and-out struggling to get my hysterectomy approved, with everything going on financially & politically, with Jake moving out here - we knew that this year probably wouldn't be a banner year, but...

... when I pulled reports at the end of May, I was kinda shocked and gutted because at the start of June, we were actually down a considerable amount year over year. I knew the year wouldn't be great, but like, oof.

Pride is usually where we make our money for the year - we call it "gay Christmas," because where other retailers count on their holiday season, we count on Pride to make sure that our employees get paid during January of the following year.

Pause for Ser Davos Seawoof:

This Pride has started ... slowly. Not terribly, but a little more slowly than I'm comfortable with, and slowly enough that I'm nervous. We invested a lot of money in new stock and equipment, and that's got to pay off. Right?

So here's the pitch:

We need to make at least $60K in sales this month to make sure that we're in good shape for the upcoming year. We are currently at $8100, and we have a two-day event coming up in Seattle at the end of the month, but that still gives us an awful lot of ground to make up.

If we hit our sales goal for this month, NerdyKeppie will donate 1% of our net profit for June to @queerliblib.

Just hitting that goal would both make it possible for us to know we can make it through the year & even if we have the worst profit margins this month, it'd be a minimum $250 donation.

We just added Express delivery as a shipping upgrade on most of our t-shirts (limited color and size options on that, which isn't under our control) so if you need something quick, we've got you, and everything from our Portland HQ collection ships usually within 2 business days.

Everything in our Bottoms & Tops collection is Buy 2, Get a 3rd 69% off with code TOP2BOTTOM until midnight tonight:

And as always, NerdyKeppie is 100% trans-owned and queer-run. We start all of our employees at a minimum of $25/hr, and all eligible employees are IWW members. We have no investors, and we have no shareholders to please. Big box corporations screw over small artists and drop Pride the minute it gets hard or controversial, but this is our life.

We're here for the long run. Help us stay and help us build resources for today & tomorrow, and get some cool-ass swag while you do.

💗🏳️‍🌈

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queenshelby · 3 years ago

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The Singer – Part Three

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 7,970

Warning: Smut, Some Swearing, Age Gap

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***Raising Suspicions***

Kurt was quick to tell Amanda about his suspicions. He was sure that Cillian and you were involved after he’s seen Cillian’s watch at your apartment, lying on his study desk along with an empty condom wrapper.

He wasn’t surprised, knowing very well that you preferred older partners and that he was the exception all along. But Amanda didn’t buy into his suspicions.

‘Common Kurt, you are being ridiculous. Cillian wouldn’t be interested in Y/N’ Amanda said, but Kurt simply raised an eyebrow at Amanda’s comment.

According to Amanda, you weren’t Cillian’s type. You were too young and too outspoken. In addition, she explained to Kurt that Cillian wouldn’t like your tattoos, piercings and your involvement on social media. You were completely different to Amanda, not just physically but also mentally. You were an extrovert whereas Amanda was an introvert. She was mostly quiet and reserved whereas you were loud and direct.

Despite Amanda’s comments, Kurt didn’t back down and eventually confronted Cillian when they were on their own.

‘Are you fucking my girlfriend?’ Kurt asked Cillian out of the blue.

‘Excuse me?’ Cillian responded somewhat flustered by Kurt’s question.

‘It’s a simple question Cillian. Are you fucking my girlfriend? Yes or no?’ Kurt asked again angrily, starring at Cillian’s watch again.

‘Did someone spike your coffee this morning or something?’ Cillian asked somewhat annoyed, making Kurt sound absurd.

‘Alright, don’t fucking answer my question then but, just so you know, since you are always trying so hard to stay out of the tabloids, it would look really fucking bad if you left Amanda for a woman half your age’ Kurt went on to say, catching Cillian by surprise.

‘You have issues man’ Cillian said angrily before walking away from the conversation, getting on with the things he had to do for the arts and music festival.

Despite Cillian’s immediate reaction to Kurt’s question, Kurt’s comments didn’t leave Cillian’s mind for the remainder of the day.

Of course, it would be bad if he was involved with someone half his age, especially shortly after separating from Amanda which was something that wasn’t even public knowledge yet and it was exactly this what made Cillian think about whether he should continue seeing you.

With these thoughts on his mind, he became rather distant over the next few days, not returning your calls and messages, only engaging into conversations with you when he absolutely had to.

You were frustrated by his behaviour and the least you were expecting from him was that he would talk with you about what happened between you. If he believed it was a mistake that you slept with each other, then you wanted to know.

Eventually, a week had passed and nothing had changed.

***New Woman***

After having been upset and frustrated with Cillian and Kurt, you’ve given up on men all together and, on a Thursday evening, your closest friend Emily and her fiancée Judy took you out to a LGBT friendly bar in Dublin.

It was cocktail night and Judy introduced you to a friend of hers named Kirsten. Kirsten was a local Dublin artist and photographer and you got on with her quite well immediately.

You spent the entire evening talking and dancing and you eventually had a few too many drinks and left the bar together with Kirsten.

Sharing a taxi together, you got quite comfortable on the backseats and things eventually got heated between you and Kirsten when Kirsten leaned in and kissed you passionately while running one of her hands between your thighs.

Her lips were soft and smelled like strawberries from the lip gloss she was wearing and you couldn’t resist but give into the kiss on the backseat of the taxi.

‘Did you want to come to my place?’ Kirsten asked when your lips drifted apart.

‘I probably shouldn’t…I have been making a few mistakes lately’ you whispered, knowing that Kirsten was, in fact, in a relationship with someone else.

‘It could stay our little secret you know’ Kirsten smirked but, despite the large amount of alcohol you had to drink, you shook your head.

‘Listen, you are gorgeous but I don’t do one-night stands, I am sorry. Perhaps we will meet again under different circumstances’ you said with a tender smile before allowing Kirsten to kiss you once more just before the taxi driver pulled up in front of her apartment.

After a short final kiss, Kirsten got out of the taxi and walked into her apartment while you remained sitting, asking the taxi driver to take you home.

When you got home, you quickly undressed and let yourself fall onto your soft and large vintage style bed which is where you remained fast asleep until 8 o’clock the following morning.

At 8 o’clock, your phone beeped and it was text message from your sister with a link to one of the bar’s patron’s Twitter Accounts…

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“New Relationship for Y/N L/N with sexy Dublin artist Kirsten Lang??? It looks like Kurt Spencer is finally out of the picture”

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This was a nightmare, you thought. The last thing you needed was false information being out there about you while you were still dealing with your break up from Kurt and all you could think about was Cillian.

But, there was nothing you could do about it and, after digesting the news, you had a shower and got ready for another day of organising this arts and music festival.

When you arrived at the usual meeting spot, everyone had already seen the Twitter post and Kurt immediately gave you a serving about it, asking you why he wasn’t invited for a threesome with your lesbian friend.

‘Fuck off’ was all you managed to respond with. Still hungover and angry about the Twitter post, the last thing you needed was Kurt making a comment like this.

With your coffee in your hand, you eventually sat down next to Cillian who looked at you with a half grin on his face. His eyes were full of questions but he didn’t say anything at all.

‘What?’ you asked, annoyed by the way he looked at you.

‘Are you alright?’ Cillian asked concerned.

‘No, I am not fucking alright, ok? I am sick of this shit’ you said with frustration as you scrolled through the Twitter comments.

‘You need to be more careful about who you hook up with in public. Trust me, I speak from experience’ Cillian chuckled, referring to that one night a few years ago where he was caught by cameras having a night out with one of his female co-stars. The incident caused his first major fight and break up with Amanda until it became public that Cillian and his female co-star were, in fact, accompanied by his co-star’s boyfriend and several other members of the film crew.

‘Well thanks for the advice’ you said angrily, still unsure why he cared.

‘Was it worth it at least?’ Cillian asked carefully, trying to figure out whether anything happened between you and Kirsten

‘Nothing happened. We just kissed. So no, it wasn’t fucking worth it’ you said. You couldn’t help but chuckle yourself knowing how idiotic this all was.

‘You’ve got two choices here. Either, you set the record straight or you let it go Y/N’ Cillian said calmly, feeling genuinely sorry for you.

‘What would you do in my situation?’ you asked.

‘I’ve learned not to give a shit about gossip like this over the years. Personally, I would let it slide. But I can see that it bothers you, so get your manager to make a statement on your behalf or, like you young people do, make a statement yourself on this platform with the bird on it which I think is where the rumours are coming from, right?’ Cillian recommended with a warm smile.

‘What Twitter?’ you laughed.

‘Yeah. Or you can use whatever social media platform you young artists use these days’ Cillian suggested.

‘Good idea old man. I will make a tweet’ you laughed. ‘But tell me, if you don’t use Twitter, how did you know about it in the first place?’ you went on and asked.

‘Kurt has a big mouth’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Of course’ you sighed.

After the initial Twitter drama, your day working with Cillian went exceptionally well and you felt much better after setting the record straight on Twitter, having your followers and fans interact on your post and offering their support.

You finished up after about five hours, ready to head back home in order to have a lazy evening.

‘Do you want a lift back home?’ Cillian asked after you indicated that you would be leaving and were ready to catch up on some sleep. You had told Cillian earlier that your car was still with the mechanics and he could see the tiredness on your face.

‘No thanks, I will walk’ you said despite the fact that you were tired and walking was the last thing on your mind. You were trying to spend as little time as possible with Cillian.

Cillian nodded and, just like this, you were out of the door.

‘You know, if you like her, perhaps just tell her’ Janine, the administration assistant, said to Cillian after having observed his interactions with you for the past few weeks.

‘Excuse me?’ Cillian asked surprised and with a slight chuckle.

‘It’s obvious that you like her. Just as it is obvious that you touched the damn printer again last week even after I told you not to’ she then went on to say.

‘I am sorry about the printer’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Sure you are’ she laughed before walking off.

***Change of Mind***

Unfortunately for you, the following day, which was also going to be the last day of working with Cillian and some others on the festival preparations, was going to be even worse than the last.

You barely made it to the office on time again, not having had much sleep again. You were on to your third cup of coffee and had been taking pain killers all night.

‘Fuck Y/N, you look awful. Are you alright?’ Cillian said as you sat down next to him and, over at the copier station, he could see Janine shake her head in disbelieve. He just told the woman he liked that she looks awful. He was a hopeless case she thought.

‘Oh, thanks Cillian. That makes me feel better’ you chuckled as you took a sip from your large cup of coffee and popped yet another two tablets of paracetamol.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean it this way. You just look unwell’ Cillian said shyly, looking over to Janine for guidance. She nodded in approval.

‘I am fine. It’s just the time of the month’ you responded quietly and with some embarrassment.

‘What do you mean?’ Cillian asked with some confusion.

‘She means that she’s got her period Cillian’ Janine chuckled from behind before walking off.

‘Right. Of course’ Cillian said, his cheeks starting to flush. ‘Why didn’t you just stay at home if you are unwell?’ he went on to ask.

‘Because my apartment won’t have any electricity until 8pm. They are finally fixing the central heating system’ you explained.

‘Bad timing’ he responded.

‘I know. I will go to my sister’s later for dinner. Although I don’t really feel like it. She’s got two young kids who are quite a hand full and all I want to really do is chill and watch Netflix’ you whined.

‘Well, if you want to, you can come over to my place. No kids there and we could get some food, watch a movie and then I will drive you home once the electricians have left’ Cillian suggested.

‘Do you actually mean that or is this a “come up for tap water” type of situation?’ you asked causing Cillian to laugh.

‘You just said you have your period so it’s defiantly not a “come to my house for some tap water” type situation’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Believe it or not, some guys are into that. It’s just that I am not’ you giggled, causing Cillian to raise his eyebrows.

‘I can assure you that I am not one of those guys. Just a movie and some food, alright?’ Cillian laughed and you nodded, knowing that this would be a mistake but you much preferred a quiet evening with Cillian than a loud evening with your nephews while you were battling your period pains.

Just as promised, after a long day, Cillian took you home with him after you cancelled on your sister.

He dropped you at his house first, showing you how the TV works, before leaving you there on your own for half an hour so that he could organise some food for you as his fridge was usually empty now that Amanda had finally moved out.

While he was gone, you looked around the living area and you noticed that all pictures of Amanda and Cillian had gone. He clearly had moved on.

Eventually, you lied down on the lounge, watching TV and it wasn’t long until Cillian returned with two large shopping bags and it looked to you like he was going to cook for you.

‘When you said food, I expected pizza or chinese take away’ you said surprised before telling him that no man had ever cooked you dinner before and you were delighted by his efforts.

‘Nah, I enjoy cooking’ Cillian said with a warm smile as he continued to unpack the grocery bags.

Amongst ingredients for risotto, he also bought a caramel fudge ice cream, a bottle of wine, a hot water bottle and very warm ruby red socks.

‘Please explain’ you giggled as you held up the socks.

‘The last time we watched a movie together, in your bed, you had your feet wedged between my lower thighs because they were cold’ Cillian laughed before running his thumb over your cheeks and then pulling away, realising that he might have overstepped the line once again.

‘Thank you, you are very observant’ you said, feeling the want to kiss him but holding back.

‘How about you have bath while I do this’ Cillian then suggested and your eyes lid up. Your apartment didn’t have a bathtub but you also didn’t see a bathtub in the bathroom you used the last time when you came to Cillian’s house.

‘I feel bad. I should really help you’ you then said, feeling guilty that Cillian was doing all the work.

‘There is no need Y/N. Common, I will run you a bath’ Cillian said before showing you the way upstairs to his bedroom.

‘You’ve got nice taste’ you said as you looked around his bedroom and observed the quite obviously new furniture and artwork.

‘Thanks’ Cillian chuckled as he grabbed a fluffy white towel from the large cabinet inside his walk in-wardrobe.

The entire bedroom was furnished with modern wooden furniture and only a little decoration. Over the bed there was a large painting of a landscape in France and the bedside lamps were almost contemporary or vintage.

Across from the large king size bed was a spa bath and, behind a nook, there was the rest of the bathroom. The entire area could be closed by a large sliding door or could be left open if you wanted to watch TV.

You watched Cillian put some bubble bath into the tub and then turn on the water before changing the lightening and handing you the towel, a t-shirt and your brand-new fluffy socks.

‘I will be downstairs alright?’ he said with a warm smile and you nodded shyly.

You got undressed as soon as he left the room and sank into the hot water. It was delightful but you wished he would have joined you for the bath.

He was very different from Kurt, caring and romantic and you wished that he would let you in, give you chance.

After your bath, you returned downstairs wearing nothing but the t-shirt Cillian had given you, your panties and the red fluffy socks.

‘This was so nice’ you said as the pain in your stomach had decreased. ‘And this smells so good’ you added as you looked what Cillian was cooking.

‘Before I put all this chilli in there, do you like spicy food?’ Cillian asked as you stood next to him, closely watching what he was doing.

‘I love spicy food so bring it on’ you giggled, giving Cillian a big smile.

***Return of Romance***

After you both ate dinner and cleaned up the dishes, Cillian had a quick shower before sitting down next to you on the lounge in a t-shirt and trackpants.

‘Still bad?’ Cillian asked as he observed you holding your stomach.

‘Yeah, it usually lasts a day or two’ you said and, without asking, Cillian got up and boiled the kettle.

Moments later, he returned with the hot water bottle he had purchased and placed it onto your stomach before indicating to you to lie down on the lounge and pick a movie.

‘Seriously? You let me pick a movie again?’ you asked as Cillian sat down next to you.

‘I know I might regret this but yeah’ Cillian chuckled just as you put one of the small lounge pillows onto his laps and rested your head on top of it.

Cillian’s hands soon found your hair and ran his fingers through it gently while you searched through Netflix.

‘Please, no’ Cillian chuckled as you stopped at Pretty Woman and cheekily pressed play.

It was your favourite movie and Cillian already regretted giving you the remote control.

About ten minutes into the movie, you shared some ice cream and then you sat up next to him, curling up against his chest watching Julia Roberts seducing Richard Gere.

You were still in pain and Cillian noticed, his hand rubbing against your lower back gently while you held onto your hot water bottle.

‘Are you alright?’ he whispered while you took in the scent of his aftershave.

‘Hmm, yeah this is nice’ you murmured, referring to Cillian’s hand massaging your lower back gently.

‘I am glad that I am not a woman’ Cillian chuckled just before he moved some of your hair out of your face which was when you looked up at him, starring into his deep blue eyes yet again while Richard Gere was taking Julia Roberts over the piano.

‘I always wanted to do this…on a piano’ you said quietly, causing Cillian to chuckle again but then lean forward, pressing his lips onto yours gently.

You loved the feeling of his soft lips on yours and gave into the kiss which was long, gentle and passionate.

Then your lips drifted apart and you looked at each other full of questions before they met again, this time more intense than before, your tongues meeting and moving in sync.

‘I missed this’ Cillian whispered as your lips drifted apart, his hands caressing your face gently.

‘So did I’ you said quietly before wanting more, kissing Cillian again, not getting enough of his sweet lips.

You spent the remainder of the movie curled up against each other, touching each other and kissing each other until, finally, Richard Gere climbed up Julia Robert’s balcony ladder with a bunch of flowers, admitting his love to her.

‘God that is so damn romantic’ you said as your eyes began to water, Cillian looking at you somewhat confused.

‘If you say so’ he chuckled before giving you another kiss and taking the ice cream bowls to the dishwasher.

‘I should probably get home soon Cilly, I am pretty tired’ you said as you got up, following him to the kitchen but not really wanting to leave.

‘You can stay the night if you want’ Cillian said, his hands on your hips, pulling you close for another kiss.

You nodded shyly before asking him whether he would give your lower back another rub. No one had ever done this for you before and it felt amazing, taking away some of the awful pain.

‘I could give you a massage in bed’ he smirked, causing you to look at him with some confusion.

‘Are you being cheeky?’ you asked, thinking that he intends to get kinky with you which was not what you were after while on your period.

‘No, I am serious’ Cillian said before kissing you again briefly. ‘Let me show you what these hands can do’ he winked, causing you to laugh and follow him upstairs to his bedroom.

As soon as you arrived at the front of Cillian’s large bed, you were quick to take off your t-shirt and climb on the bed, wearing nothing but your cotton panties and warm socks.

Cillian momentarily disappeared, getting some sort of body lotion from beneath the sink.

‘That should work I guess’ he said before he climbed onto the bed with you, his eyes gazing over your mostly naked body for a minute before he squirted some of the cold lotion onto your back.

His hands were magic, working your upper back and then your lower back gently before he leaned down, trailing small kisses at the back of your neck.

Goosebumps were forming all over your skin and you wished that you didn’t have your period as, otherwise, you would have turned around and make him take you on his large and comfortable bed.

Eventually, after Cillian had massaged your back for almost 20 minutes, you turned around to face him, relaxed and even somewhat sleepy.

‘Fuck that felt good’ you giggled just before Cillian took off his t-shirt and tracksuit pants and lied down next to you, quickly throwing the large doona over you both in the hope that you wouldn’t notice his raging erection.

‘Feeling a little better?’ he asked and you nodded before thanking him for taking care of you.

‘You know I could help you with that?’ you smirked as you reached for his crotch, noticing how hard he was.

‘Not tonight’ Cillian said as he pushed your hand away gently, knowing that you were probably still in pain. But, none of this prevented him from pulling you closer towards him for more gentle kisses until, eventually, you curled up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

‘Cillian?’ you murmured, looking up into his deep blue eyes once again.

‘Hmm’ he responded with a warm smile, his fingers running through your hair gently.

‘What is this between us?’ you wanted to know.

‘I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t stay away from you no matter how hard I try’ he responded, his tone soft and warm.

‘Then stop trying. I mean, why are you trying anyway?’ you chuckled as you continued to look up at him while playing with his chest hair.

‘For so many fucking reasons Y/N’ he responded.

‘Like what?’ you asked.

‘For starters, you are twenty years younger than me’ he explained and you knew that the age gap between you had been an issue for Cillian.

‘So? You know I prefer older men’ you reassured him.

‘I’ve seen the shit you went through with your ex-girlfriend. This is going to be worse and I know much bad press bothers you’ he explained, remembering reading the tabloids when your first long term relationship broke down.

‘I am willing to take my chances. What else?’ you asked.

‘We both just came out of failed relationships. I don’t think it’s smart to start dating again so soon’ Cillian said concerned.

‘Listen Cillian, I don’t expect to be your girlfriend or us going public. At the moment, you keep pushing me away every time we get closer and I wonder if we could just give this a chance. Let’s just keep it between us and see where it goes’ you suggested.

‘I would like that’ he then said before giving you another few kisses and turning off the light.

You were still curled up against Cillian and could feel the heat radiate from his body when you drifted off to sleep. Usually, you hated sleeping in other people’s beds but, that night, you felt comfortable and safe.

No one had ever treated you so well and you were happy with where you and Cillian were at and how far you had come after all the ups and downs.

You also remembered your relationship with Kurt. Being with Cillian was all so different to what you knew. It made you realise what you had missed out on.

You slept well through the night with Cillian holding you tight but, the following morning, you were woken up by an uncomfortable feeling beneath you.

You were quite vigilant when it came to your period and when you felt something sticky on your upper thigh, you got disturbed.

Woken by the unfamiliar feeling, your eyes drifted open slowly and you looked up. It was getting light outside which was when it clicked.

You remembered that you should probably have changed your tampon again before going to sleep and your heart began to pound heavily.

Feeling you wiggle around and moving the doona to the side, Cillian was slowly waking up himself, his arm falling over to the side searching for you.

But, you had scooted up and out of the bed which is when you noticed the two small blood stains on your upper thigh.

You quickly ran to the bathroom to wash them off and change what had to be changed but you knew what this meant.

You probably had gotten some stains onto Cillian’s sheet sheets as well and you weren’t ready to face this embarrassment.

‘What’s wrong Y/N?’ Cillian murmured as you returned from the bathroom.

‘I…I think…’ was all you managed to say as you pulled aside the doona and, as you had feared, noticed a small blood stain not only on the sheets but also on Cillian’s upper thigh, which was caught up in between your legs all night when you were sleeping.

You immediately began to shake nervously, feeling embarrassed by what had just happened.

‘Hey Y/N, what’s wrong?’ Cillian asked as he held out one of his hands, indicating for you to come back to bed as he was surprised by your reaction.

‘I am sorry Cillian but I think I stained your sheets and there is some on your thigh…I am so fucking sorry’ you said almost hysterical.

Cillian looked down at his thigh and the sheets for a brief moment, unsure about what the problem was until he noticed the blood stains.

‘So? I will wash the sheets and have a shower, who cares’ Cillian said with a raised eyebrow before pulling you onto him.

‘That’s so embarrassing’ you said but Cillian disagreed.

‘No, it’s natural. Don’t worry about it’ he said before kissing you passionately and you were surprised that he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Kurt would have made a massive scene if you had ruined his fine cotton sheets like that.

As you were making out, sharing several kisses while grinding your bodies against each other to get some traction, you suddenly heard a loud female voice coming from the doorway.

‘You are fucking kidding me’ Amanda said loudly and in disbelieved as she saw you on top of Cillian half naked by that point.

‘Holy Fuck’ you shouted before quickly scooting beneath the doona.

‘What the hell are you doing here?’ Cillian asked somewhat angrily about the fact that she had just entered his house unannounced before getting up and pulling a t-shirt over his head.

‘Getting the last of my stuff. I told you I would come by over the weekend to grab it’ Amanda explained angrily.

‘Yes, and I would have expected you to use the fucking doorbell when you do’ Cillian said firmly before walking downstairs with her.

‘I cannot believe that Kurt was actually right’ Amanda said almost hysterical and you could hear her and Cillian argue from the bedroom.

‘Right about what?’ Cillian asked.

‘That you are fucking her. God that’s so disgusting, you know that? She is almost half your age…trading me in for a younger model, that’s something I never expected’ Amanda said with anger.

‘I didn’t trade you in for anyone Amanda. We broke up because you couldn’t get over your fucking jealousy’ Cillian explained.

‘Well, it was warranted it seems’ Amanda said.

‘I never fucking cheated on you’ Cillian yelled and it was at this point that Amanda began to shout, calling you and Cillian names.

Eventually, Cillian kicked Amanda out of his house and immediately called a locksmith before driving you home.

***First Date***

You didn’t expect to hear from Cillian for the remainder of the day, especially in light of what happened with Amanda and the fact that he told you last night that he wasn’t sure where this was going between you. But, to your surprise, at around 2 o’clock you received a call from him.

During the call, Cillian asked whether you felt like going for dinner with him at restaurant near your house.

Was this a date, you wondered? It sure sounded like a date. If it was a date, did it mean that he no longer cared about the implications he was concerned about previously after your talk last night?

You sure wanted to find out and accepted Cillian’s offer to take you for dinner and he picked you up at 6 o’clock, nice and early so that you had enough time to watch a movie at your place afterwards.

The restaurant was rather busy and Cillian had booked a nice booth in the corner, giving you some privacy.

He ordered a bottle of wine while you looked through the menu for some tapas to share. You enjoyed the same type of food and it was easy for you to agree on the dishes.

‘So, is this a date?’ you asked Cillian after the waitress had taken your order.

‘I suppose’ he chuckled before he took your hands into his, sharing a tender moment with you.

‘Good, because I was worried that our run in with Amanda this morning put you off a little. I’ve heard what she said to you’ you said quietly, knowing about Cillian’s reluctance when it came to dating you, a woman twenty years his junior.

‘If anything, it made me care even less about the reservations I have about us’ Cillian explained.

‘Well, hopefully, those reservations will disappear completely when you realise how awesome I am’ you joked just before the waitress brought out the first dish.

You enjoyed your dinner and wine despite the fact that a group of girls on a table nearby were watching you. You tried hard not to care, but the giggling and whispering bothered you more than it would usually have when you were out with someone else.

Eventually, one of the women from the table came over just as you and Cillian were about to leave, asking Cillian for photo which he declined politely.

The restaurant was only a short stroll from your apartment and you were ready to get your comfortable clothes on and watch a movie with Cillian.

Shortly after you arrived at your apartment, you got changed into a nightie, poured two glasses of wine and asked Cillian whether he could get the lighter from the top draw of your bedside table so that you could light some candles.

As you put the two glasses of wine onto your coffee table, you heard a loud buzzing coming from besides your bed and you recognised the sound immediately.

‘Cillian!’ you shouted as you watched Cillian play with one of your vibrators, a big grin running over his face.

‘Give it here. I said top draw, not bottom draw’ you chuckled as you took the vibrator out of his hand.

‘How does it work? It clearly won’t fit inside you’ he asked curiously, his grin getting bigger.

‘It’s called a wand and it is for clitoral stimulation only. I actually never used it because it’s too intense. My sister talked me into it, saying it’s the best thing ever. But I don’t know’ you explained, your face flushing with embarrassment.

‘Sounds interesting’ Cillian chuckled, which is when you noticed that Cillian had already lid the candles on your beside table.

‘Not really’ you said before you shuffed the vibrator back into the draw and, just as you came up, Cillian crashed his lips onto yours.

‘There are other things I’ve found in your draw’ Cillian said after your lips drifted apart and before he reached for the handcuffs and satin blindfold in your bedside table and threw them onto your bed.

‘Cillian, remember, I’ve got my period’ you giggled just as Cillian pulled your nightie over your head, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

‘I am aware. Just let me make you feel good’ he said, grinning again before pushing you onto the bed and hoovering over you.

‘Cillian, I am serious’ you giggled, his teeth grazing your neck gently.

‘Don’t worry, your panties are staying on and I promise that I won’t touch you down there’ he said reassuringly and, whilst you had no idea how he would get you off without touching your most intimate body part, you agreed and reluctantly lifted your hands over your head and allowed Cillian to tie your wrists against the bedhead with your leather cuffs.

Cillian then gently placed the blindfolds over your eyes, carefully tying the knot behind your head without catching your hair in between it.

You trusted him. Yet it was difficult for you to relax especially since, all of a sudden, you heard a familiar loud bussing sound again.

‘No no no, this vibrator is too intense. I never….oh my fucking god’ you moaned as you threw your head back into the pillow and arched your back as soon as the vibrator hit your clit through your thin cotton panties.

‘Fuck that’s sexy’ Cillian observed as he watched you squirm against your restraints and moan as he moved the vibrator over your clit in circle motions.

‘Don’t move’ he then chuckled as he placed the vibrator onto your clit and resting the handle on your stomach. You felt the weight on your bed lightening and heard him get up, walking away from you momentarily.

‘Fuck Cillian…don’t leave me like this’ you protested just before you heard the door of the fridge opening. What was he doing? Getting himself a beer?

Then, finally, you could feel his weight on the mattress again, right next to you.

His hands began to roam over your breasts and stomach while he pushed the wand back against your clit more firmly after tuning it up a notch.

‘No no no….oh god’ you moaned, your legs squirming.

‘If you do not stay still on your own, I will tie your legs up too’ Cillian said cheekily before pulling on each of your nipple piercings slightly. He knew that you loved it when he did this, subjecting you to this little bit of pain.

You inhaled sharply, wanting him to pull them again, but Cillian had other ideas and it wasn’t long until you felt something extremely cold on your left nipple.

‘Fuck, Cillian’ you moaned as ice cold water began to run down your left breast while he turned up the setting of the vibrator again.

The ice cold feeling soon moved to your right nipple, running down from it over your stomach like a cold stream of water. By this time it was obvious to you that it was an ice cube which Cillian had placed into his mouth and which he was running over your breasts.

You could feel it melt slowly and the cold water ran all the way to your belly button followed by his hot breath.

Then, you could feel the entire ice cube slid down your stomach and all the way to the hem of your panties while, again, Cillian turned up the vibrator, reaching its highest setting.

‘Holy Christ’ you inhaled, trying as hard as you could to stay still.

You were close to climaxing and Cillian had to hold you down, securing your thighs so that you were unable to squirm away.

‘Oh fuck yes’ you screamed as, finally, your orgasm washed over you and you had no choice but to give into the sensation.

It was at this point that you heard a knock on the wall from the apartment beside yours, causing Cillian to chuckle as you had told him about the letter you received from your neighbour last week complaining about the noise level from your apartment when Cillian visited you the last time.

You eventually came down from your high and Cillian released his tight grip on you and turned off the vibrator before taking off your blindfolds and untying you from the bed.

‘Feeling better?’ he asked and, surprisingly, you did.

With a quick nod and thanks, you pulled Cillian on top of you for a passionate kiss before pushing him down onto the mattress beneath you.

Without words, you looked at him and suggestively bit your lips before reaching for his black Calvin Klein briefs and pulling them down.

‘You know I just love your cock…it’s fucking perfect’ you smirked as you starred at his erection before separating his legs, bending his knees up and taking your place between them.

Cillian scooted himself up in the bed so that he could watch you and you leaned forward to kiss him, loving and deep, before making your decent on his perfectly toned body.

When you finally reached his hard shaft, you kissed the tip of his cock suggestively before collecting his precum with your tongue.

Cillian’s hands knew what to do to help you now and he gathered up your hair and hold it out of the way as you lowered your head and take his cock into your mouth, moaning as your mouth is filled.

Cillian groaned as you finally took all of his length into your mouth and down your throat. You wanted to devour him and you took your time about it, pleasure slowly building, pressure teased and growing as you kept bobbing your head up and down.

Looking up at him while you wrapped your lips around his hard member turned him on incredibly and it didn’t take long for his breathing to become laboured.

By this point, his legs straighten, splayed out on either side of you while the frequency of his moans and groans increased.

You knew Cillian was getting close and you loved watching him moan with a slightly open mouth while you slowly and deliberately wrap your lips tightly on the head of his cock and take him deep into your throat again, all the way to the base.

Your eyes close on their own with the sensation and greed you feel and each time you rise you look into Cillian’s deep blue eyes, stopping to let him watch as you flick your tongue all over his frenulum and swollen pink tip.

His face suddenly changed and his mouth contorts. Cillian’s hands tighten, no longer simply holding your long hair out of the way but gripping your head with handfuls of your hair in both hands right at the scalp. He took control, pushing your head down hard, his cock filling your throat before letting go of you again.

‘Again’ you moaned, loving the way he takes charge and he complied with your request, grabbing your hair again and making you take his length all the way into your throat.

‘Fuck Y/N, I am close’ he moaned and, with him thrusting into your mouth and you bobbing your head at the same time, it wasn’t long until you felt it, the unmistakable spurt of cum into your mouth as his body is finally released.

You could taste him, feeling the slick cream on your tongue, holding it in your mouth as you milk the last drops. Then looking up, you see Cillian’s beautiful sexy smile and flushed cheeks, open your mouth and show him the cum pooled on your tongue.

Another groan escaped him as he watched you hold it, tilting your head back slightly while some drips escaped you and ran over your chin.

Looking at his face, completely turned on by what you were doing, you smiled wickedly and very deliberately closed your lips, looked at him, and swallowed.

‘God, why are you so fucking sexy?’ Cillian asked just as you moved up towards him and pressed your lips onto his.

‘I don’t know, I just am’ you winked before sharing another passionate kiss while his hands were roaming over your back.

After some pillow talk, you eventually curled up against Cillian, running your fingers through his chest hair while his right hand gently touched your cheek.

It didn’t take either of you long to fall asleep and you were still curled up against each other the next morning when you heard a loud knock on the door.

***Meeting June***

‘Will we ever be able to just wake up next to each other without being interrupted?’ Cillian growled as he turned over, ignoring the knock on the door completely. He was clearly not a morning person.

You jumped up quickly and threw on Cillian’s t-shirt which, the night before, had found it’s way to the floor besides your bed.

Wearing nothing but the t-shirt, some purple cotton panties and giant plush socks with small bunny rabbits on it, you walked to the door and opened it, thinking that, surely, it was just a delivery. Your local postman had a habit of arriving early and you were considering getting a postal box soon.

‘Good Morning Sis’ June said and it took you a few seconds to rub your eyes yawn before realising that you probably shouldn’t let her inside with Cillian lying in your bed completely naked.

But your sister didn’t ask for permission and barged inside, putting a bag of croissants and two coffees on to the kitchen counter.

‘What are you doing here?’ you asked surprised as she hung up her coat.

‘I know how shit you feel when you get your period and you didn’t come by the other night so I wanted to check on you, that’s all’ June explained just as she was walking through your loft, not having noticed Cillian yet as part of the view of the bed was covered by a large industrial style bookshelf.

‘Now is not a very good time’ you said nervously which was when she noticed clothes scattered across the floor.

‘Oh shit’ she giggled just before she bluntly looked past the large bookshelf.

‘Morning June’ Cillian chuckled just as he reached down to the floor to retrieve his briefs before pulling them beneath the doona and trying to discretely put them back on.

‘Holy fuck’ June shouted, her jaw dropping to the floor.

‘Jupp, swearing runs in the family’ Cillian chuckled before getting up from beneath the doona, wearing nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs.

With a grin on his face, he walked over towards you and gave you a quick kiss before taking your coffee from your hand, taking a sip and telling you that he will go and have a quick shower.

He quickly retrieved his jeans from the floor and disappeared into the bathroom all while your sister’s eyes followed his every move.

‘Stop looking at him’ you demanded, giving your sister a nudge as it was obvious to you that she was checking out Cillian’s ass.

‘How the fuck did this happen? Did I just dream this?’ she asked as you were shyly drinking your coffee with some embarrassment, unsure how to answer her question.

‘Oh my god, he is the guy you were telling me about. This all makes sense now’ June said and you confirmed her suspicions and told her that you’ve resolved your differences.

You trusted your sister and told her about what you had discussed with Cillian the night before and that you were at his house, which is why you cancelled on her.

Eventually, Cillian came out of the bathroom, wearing his tight black jeans but not much else.

Your sister looked at him with some excitement, not even ashamed for drooling over the man you were involved with.

You noticed immediately, giving her another nudge just as Cillian stole the rest of your coffee.

‘Can you put your shirt on please’ you eventually said before handing Cillian one of the croissants and the jam from your fridge.

‘Well, I would, but you are wearing it’ Cillian reminded you, unbothered by the fact that your sister was in the same room.

You quickly disappeared behind the bookshelf and changed into your own clothes before handing Cillian his t-shirt and your sister sighed with some disappointment as he put it on.

Despite the fact that he had met your sister already, he felt somewhat awkward with your sister around and, after putting on his t-shirt, he left your apartment in order to get some more coffees, allowing you to update your sister on the situation.

While he was out, waiting for his coffee order at the nearby coffee shop, he received a call from his agent drawing his attention to a quite unfavourable article which had just appeared online, less than 30 minutes ago.

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OK! Magazine News

Cillian Murphy following the Hollywood Trend?

Rumours have emerged suggesting a developing relationship between actor Cillian Murphy (43) and singer/songwriter Y/N L/N (23). This comes after Murphy has only last month been spotted at a Dublin fundraising event with long term girlfriend Amanda Winter and L/N was rumoured to be involved with local artist Kirsten Mann after having been spotted leaving Soho Bar together as little as three nights ago.

Music producer Kurt Meskin confirmed the break up from singer and songwriter girlfriend Y/N L/N earlier yesterday and revealed that the break up was due to a romance unfolding between Y/N L/N and actor Cillian Murphy. It is unclear how Kirsten Mann is involved and Meskin wasn’t able to comment on Mann’s relationship with L/N’s.

Murphy and L/N have been working together with others, including Meskin, on the United Arts and Music Festival since earlier this year. The festival is set to take place later this year and will feature L/N as well as Murphy’s long term girlfriend Amanda Winter.

Meskin said that he was saddened by L/N’s actions but has accepted her decision.

‘There is not much I can do. Unfortunately, these things happen but it’s simply sad to know that not only one, but two relationships have been destroyed by her actions’ Meskin said when referring to what sounds like an affair between L/N and Murphy.

It is not clear whether Murphy and Winter have since separated but it appears to be likely as L/N and Murphy were spotted in front of Le Maison Restaurant in Dublin late yesterday evening.

The picture appeared on Twitter shortly after the date night between Murphy and L/N and has since received a large number of comments as fans question what happened with Amanda Winter and criticise the twenty year ago gap between Murphy and L/N.

“Perhaps he’s following into the footsteps of other Hollywood actors like DiCaprio who like their girlfriends much younger” one person commented on Twitter.

Neither L/N or Murphy have commented on the rumours but, with L/N’s social media presence, it is probably just a matter of time until a statement is received.

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