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Keep me warm
Summary: reader is terrified of storms, soaking wet, she shows up at hannibals door, terrified and needing comfort. Size kink. Cock warming.
Warnings: 18 plus only. NSFW, descriptions of a panic attack, cock warming, size kink, smut, hurt/comfort. You know the drill.
A:N- thankyou for requesting this I have been thinking about this scenario ever since! Hope your okay! Much love â¤ď¸. I know you said you'd be fine with hc but you get a whole fic instead𼰠also I got rained on so much last week and now I'm full of cold I HATE this time of year ugh. I hope you like this I really do đĽ°đĽ°
This might be one of my favourite things I've written.
You regret every decision you've made leading up to this point.
Grey clouds gather above you, you look up, wincing.
You thought you could make it home before the rain. Only wearing a light jacket, definitely not equipped for the kind of weather about to unleash on your head.
Fuck you whisper, hands clenching as thunder rolls in.
You shove your jacket off and hold it above your head in a pathetic attempt to retain at least a bit of dignity. You know you can't make it home with the storm, your anxiety already heightening with every crack you hear.
But you can make it to hannibal.
He's the only one who knew of your fear. Having to reveal it one day when you were both on the way to a crime scene.
The rain falls hard on the front of the car, wipers working overtime to clear it, your amazed hannibal can even see through the haze of rain. Your breath hitches as you hear the beginnings of a storm. You hoped he didn't notice. But this is hannibal. Of course he did. He glances over at you, sees your chest heaving and pulls over.
"Y/N" he says softly, shifting in his seat to face you.
But the rain is coming down so fast and hard and it's like you can feel it, in your soul. Your head spins as you try and take a deep breath. Hannibal places his hand on your thigh and squeezes, once again calling your name. When you don't look at him, he reaches out and grips your chin gently.
His face is flooded with concern
"I- can't
You push your hand into your chest, trying to ease the weight that's settled there.
"I know, I know, y/n, keep your eyes on me, okay?" Hannibal soothes.
You force yourself to keep looking at him, his big hand still rests cupping your chin, applying a slight pressure.
"Good" he smiles, hannibal weighs up the options in his head. Getting out of the car is out of the question, and he asks "do you trust me?" And you nod, so hannibal unclips your belt and says "Come here" before pulling you onto his lap. He immediately holds you tight, pushing you into his chest. "It'll be over soon my love" he soothes as he holds you against him. You can hear his heart beat as you lay on him, and eventually it calms you.
By the time you knock frantically at his door, your positively soaking wet, teeth chattering, tears blending in with the rain running down your face.
Hannibal opens the door and your hit instantly with a wall of warm. His brow furrows in concern as he takes in your state.
"S-storm" you mutter, looking down at the floor before you feel two hands wrap around your waist and pull you into the house.
Hannibal immediately pulls you into his embrace, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You shrink into his embrace, his presence beginning to melt away the fear you felt.
Shivers rack your body, cold setting in, hannibal holds you tighter.
'I've got you' he says.
"Come on, let's get you warmed up hm?" His hand comes to cup your face as he speaks.
He leads you to the lounge, where the fire is roaring.
"Let's get out of those wet clothes my love" he says, his hands rest lightly on your waist. Waiting.
You look at him, his eyes blown wide, hannibal swallows visibly.
"Would you like me to leave while you change?" He asks.
"No" you whisper.
Hannibal lifts your soaking shirt over your head. His breath catches in his throat as he does, lips parted slightly as he takes you in.
You slip out of your pants just as hannibal places the dry shirt over your head. It falls just below your knees.
Hannibal runs his fingers over your neck "you, are exquisite" he says, slightly breathless.
Heat rises to your face, warming you. Your still shivering slightly though, and hannibal of course, notices.
"Come here" he whispers, sitting down on the sofa and pulling you on top of him.
You let out a moan as you feel his cock against you, sitting deliciously against your core.
Hannibals cock hardens even more at the noise you made.
"Your still colder than I'd like darling" he says seriously, running his hands up and down your exposed thigh.
"Mm" is all you manage to say.
"I was working on my memory palace, when you knocked"
"M sorry" you mutter, ducking your head.
Hannibal tuts, lifting your chin to look at him.
"No, do not apologise, but, I do need to finish my thoughts" he says as his cock twitches.
"How about we stay like this until I'm done hm? And then I'll cook and you can spend the night?" He asks.
You nod.
"Words, darling" hannibal says sternly.
"Yes" you breathe out.
You shift slightly, his clothed cock pushing against you making you drip with need.
Hannibal grips your hips and stills you.
"Not until I'm finished" he grins. Before pushing you back slightly so he can free his cock from his pants.
You watch in awe as his thick cock springs up against his stomach.
Hannibal places his hands back on your hips before guiding you to sit on his cock.
You close your eyes, pleasure overtaking you as he sinks inside.
"No my love, you keep your eyes on me" he says, his voice gravelly.
"Hanni, please" you whisper, his cock filling you stretching you so good.
He ignores you. Continuing his thoughts as he twitches his cock every now and then inside you.
He keeps one hand gripping your chin, looking at him as you warm his cock.
"You feel so good, sitting on my cock like this, so perfect" he says.
Your chest heaves at his words.
"M so full, please, I need you" you choke out, feeling every ridge of his cock inside you, he pushed himself up on the couch slightly, causing him to hit another spot inside you.
"Fuck" you cry out.
Hannibal smirks, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. He begins to trace small patterns on your back.
"Hanni, it feels so good" you whisper into his chest, clenching around him.
"I know my love, just a bit longer I promise, your doing so well for me".
You whine at his words, and hannibal keeps talking to you like that, you relax into him, his cock still snug inside you as he holds you, warming you up, as you warm his cock.
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"He can fix me" I say, as I point at lord shiva.
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Welcome to my blog! My requests are always left open but please be mindful that it may take a while (I'm in full-time school) How this works is I select all the requests and compile them into a master post, once completed I gather up all the new ones and post the new list. If you are interested in sending in a request you can look through what stories are on the way to see if someone already had a similar idea.
Main blog - @the-january
Tangerine side blog - @tangerinedreamfc (Bullet Train)
Harry Potter side blog - @messrs-mischeif
Now I would like you to know that this blog contains 18+ content. it might be my writing, other people's stories I reblog, or gifs, or comments posted. I also post mostly Peaky Blinders which is a series that contains a lot of violence & adult themes.
Please feel free to send asks about anything we share in common! I love engaging in show theories & feelings!
XOXO - Jamie
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Master Posst VII - Current
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Closing Walls & Ticking Clocks
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Other Series:
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why would i ever say "fr" when "satyavachan" is infinitely cooler
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Cillian Murphy - Masterlist
Updated: 14/03/2023Â
SERIESES
BLUE EYES BLUES (ONGOING)
Summary: You are a young drama teacher, married unhappily, when you meet Cillian. Cillian, too, is in an unhappy relationship. Both of you are stuck in your life and indulge in something forbidden and dangerous.Â
Parts: One; Two; Three
YES! MR MURPHY (ONGOING)Â
Summary: You are a young drama student who indulges on an intense one- night stand with a much older stranger. When the stranger then shows up at acting school, you get the shock of your life. Will you get closer to this man who is also 25 years older than you?Â
Parts: One; Two; Three; Four
THE FOURTH SEASON (ONGOING)
Summary: You are a young actress who meets Cillian on set of Peaky Blinders, Season Four. Will his professionalism and the fact that he is twenty years older than you prevent him from falling in love with you?
Parts: One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight; Nine; Ten; Eleven;Â
OPPENHEIMER (ONGOING)
Summary: You are twenty-five years old and the daughter of director Christopher Nolan. On set of your fatherâs latest blockbuster movie, you meet the charming Irish actor and one thing leads to another. An age gap relationship ensues. Can you keep your relationship secret?
Parts:Â One; Two; Three; Four; Five; Six; Seven; Eight; Nine; Ten; Eleven; Twelve; Thirteen; Fourteen; Fifteen; Sixteen; Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen,20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28; 29;Â 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36; 37; 38
DILF (ONGOING)
Summary: You start a secret affair with your friendâs father and he is teaching you a lot. The reader in this fic is a virgin and itâs pure filth.Â
Parts:Â Part One;Â Part Two;Â Part 3;Â Part 4;Â Part 5;Â Part 6;Â Part 7;Â Part 8;Â Part 9;Â Part 10;Â Part 11;Â Part 12;Â Part 13;Â Part 14;Â Part 15;Â Part 16;Â Part 17;Â Part 18
THE CLIENT (ONGOING)
Summary: This Fic plays in an AU where Cillian is a lawyer and old friend of yours with whom you lost touch over the years. He takes your case, against your husband and you fall for him, badly.Â
Parts: One; Two; Three; Four; FiveÂ
USE ME (SMUT ONLY)
Summary: You are a young actress who has a crush on Cillian. You become his little minx, just for fun, after he takes your virginity.Â
Parts: One; Two; Three
ROLE PLAY SERIES (SMUT ONLY)
Summary: You are married to Cillian and you get down and dirty. There is no plot.Â
Parts: One (deleted by Tumblr); Two
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Old Faces
Thomas Shelby and Reader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11
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Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Masterlist)
Based off of this request by anon
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: (Y/N) ends up in Small Heath, Birmingham after she manages to escape her family. She didnât expect that running away from one gang would send her into the arms of another.
Warnings: language, smoking, drinking, weapons, character death, violence (typical to series)
List of Characters - so you know whoâs who.
Parts:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20
Not How I Wanted It To Go ��� a blurb of how Tommy proposed to (Y/N).
Across the Room â a blurb of how (Y/N)âs family reacts to her news of Tommyâs proposal.
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Footnotes:
Check out this gorgeous moodboard made by @raincoffeeandfandoms !!
This story takes place in Season 1 (Iâm thinking itâll start around the events of episode 2) â I will try to be as canon compliant as I can, but, of course, some things will stray away from the original storyline.
I envision her being a few years younger than Tommy (like 2ish years)...her age is not explicitly stated, but there will be some nuances that allude to the fact.
I do not consent to my work being copied and posted elsewhere...however, Iâd love for you to reblog and share your thoughts on the story as much as possible.
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ruin the friendship â charles leclerc
summary â maybe you were a little more than friends but that was between you, charles and god. nobody else. and you refused to be the one to break the pact.
pairing â charles leclerc x you (female reader)
rating â 18+ (smut, language, sexual references, probably bad french/italian)
word count â 2.5k
a/n â âwe passed being friends like 20 fucks agoâ requested by anon. thank you!
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âEverybody get changed for dinner and we will meet downstairs at the restaurant in an hour. Le Bein?â
The group of nearly a dozen of Charlesâ co-workers, employees and friends all nodded in agreement and went their separate ways in the foyer, buzzing about how beautiful the resort was. And it was truly magnificent. Extravagance fortified every wall, even the ceilings. Chandeliers dangling from the rafters above, sparkling and flaunting the huge amount of wealth that was stashed away in the Italian Alps. Eye-watering amounts of wealth.
You werenât enamoured like the rest because simplicity was more your taste, minimalist living was the way of the future and you werenât afraid to voice that to Charles as he walked up beside you, eyes trained on your rolling ones. His hand was dangerously hovering above your lower back, the large puffy jacket the only thing keeping his hot touch barricaded from your cool skin â he couldnât help himself.
âItâs over the top but Ferrari is paying for all of it,â He whispered into your ear, too close for your comfort, especially around his brothers who were no doubt watching your every move â adamantly sceptical that you and Charles were just friends.
âI should report you for misuse of company funds, sir. And if anyone from work asks why I was here when we get back next week â it was a coincidence. Purely happenstance.â
âSi,â Charles drawlled, toggling between his native tongue and Italian, which always threw you off, âYou coming up to my room after dinner will just be some luck too, yes?â
You could hear the smirk on his face before you let your eyes glance his way, breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck and again, standing way too close for a pair of colleagues who, by chance, had accidentally found themselves in the same place, at the same time. That was the story and you were sticking with it. Unfortunately Charles was a horrible actor â that much was obvious since the moment he sparked up this unlikely romance with you but in his defence, his impulses were intensified after weeks of being away from you. And you felt the same.
The relationship wasn't exclusive by any stretch of the imagination in the beginning, but as time went on, you became loyal to each other. The friends with benefits label was a facade for the public and for your employment but deep down, you both knew there was more to your relationship than just sex. You knew each other so intimately and spent hours staying up âtil dawn, sharing your deepest, darkest secrets. He made you feel safe, like you were more than just a girl who happened to work for the same company he worked for. It was easy to get swept up in the lavish lifestyle and reap the benefits that came with it but Charles saw you differently â saw life differently. And to him, you were the missing piece to his puzzle.
You were friendsâ first â great friends but he was charming and by far the most attractive man youâd ever laid your two eyes on. And by some miracle, he felt the same way about you. But all of that meant your friendship had been compromised, your working relationship was hanging in the balance because if either of you caught feelings and made them public, then youâd have to report it to HR and you didnât want to lose what you had.
Because sneaking around was kind of hot. Or really hot if you asked Charles and you didnât want to burst his bubble. You werenât that selfish and truth be told, you enjoyed the thrill of it. The secret glances from across a table when you were supposed to be taking notes, subtle touches whenever he complimented your suggestions in a meeting and riskiest of all, the quick fucks in his driversâ room between qualifying blocks. That had unabashedly become a perk of your job and a scandal waiting to be blown wide open but you loved it.
âI think it might just be your lucky day, Leclerc,â You replied and looked away from the man who was seconds away from exposing your secret, calling off dinner and dragging you up to his room for dessert. But he was better than that and obviously he could control himself for a couple more hours. Surely.Â
âSee you soon then.â
He looked like a man tortured when you walked into the restaurant, all of your glorious curves swaying side to side, eyes on everyone but him. Since simplicity was your style, youâd gone classic â long, black satin skirt hiding the stilettos you wished you didnât have to wear, paired with a black blazer and a white, lacy bustier top underneath. It was a fancy establishment, which meant everyone was done up to the nines, their best attire on display and you were pleasantly surprised that Charles hadn't caved to the pressure of appearances, marching to the beat of his own drum in a basic black tee. He still looked as delicious as the aperitini heâd already ordered for you, eagerly awaiting your arrival.
âFor me?â You asked him politely, feigning surprise even though these were the little things he would do for you in place of physical touch.
âOf course.â He smiled, delighted that you took the seat directly across from him and not the one being offered to you by his annoying younger brother.
You are beautiful, he mouthed once everyone returned to their 'round the table small talk. You are. Charles had you blushing and fidgeting with your thin gold chain, as if it was first time he'd ever said that to you. It wasn't but it still had you squirming in your seat, grinning like a lunatic.
The 3-course dinner was sensational, and more than satisfied the hunger youâd conjured up during your long day on the slopes and Charles agreed wholeheartedly. He had also worked up quite the appetite retrieving you from the snow every time you stacked it, brushing the ice from your suit and cheeks, lingering longer than he should have. It was great fun but famishing once you all made it back to the resort.
âAll my training has gone down the drain after that meal â my god.â Charles groaned and patted Andrea on the back with a mischievous smile, taunting his trainer and closest confidante. Andrea simply shook his head and muttered something to the effect of vaffanculo before disappearing into the bar with the others, sick of Charles' shit after being stuck with him in the Dolomites for the last 3 weeks.
You and Charles hung back from the group, both waiting for the other to send up the bat signal, or in your case, holding up the three-finger salute. Your first solo hang out â not a date â with Charles was watching the Hunger Games together, snuggled up with a glass of wine. Ever since, your signal to abort mission had been the sign used in that film and more recently itâd become your gesture for sex. Would you have liked it to be a little more sexy? Sure but it did the job.
âPeople are going to miss you, ma belle,â Charles whispered between the soft kisses he was sloppily pressing to your trembling lips, backing you against the only blank wall in the room.
âDonât care.â You rasped, moans caught in your dry throat as you felt a pair of cold hands unzipping the long silk skirt youâd worn to dinner and gliding it down your shaky legs like it was as light as a feather.
A small gasp slipped from your lips as you caught Charlesâ dark eyes again, his soft laugh fanning warmth across your face, "All I've been able to think about tonight is this..." He stammered off with a smirk before running his hands down your sides, pushing the thin blazer off your shoulders and gaining full access to the length of your neck.
You moaned quietly and brushed your dainty fingers through his soft, dark brown locks, "It's all I've wanted since we got here," You whispered and rested your head back against the wall, enjoying the feeling of his hands smoothing down your to your ass.
"You're so fucking beautiful,"Â Charles growled against the tops of your breasts that were being pushed up by the tight bustier top, leaving you breathless and shaky under his touch. He got off on having complete control over your body, especially like this â desperate and panting for him in the darkness.
Charles dropped down to his knees and pushed his hands up under the hem of your top so he could access the waistband of your panties. You were spellbound now with your eyes closed and heart thumping in your chest, head dizzy and skin sizzling as he trailed his hands down your thighs, gliding your flimsy underwear down far enough that you could step out of them without needing to look.
"So sexy."Â Charles groaned at the sight of the dark red lace that had been hidden by your skirt, his hot breath now fanning over your shaky legs that were now completely bare and exposed to the cool air, even though your were burning up, "Le rouge n'a jamais ĂŠtĂŠ aussi beau." Red never looked so good.
His large hands gripped you thighs and roughly separated them in front of his mouth, every single little movement riling you up even more. Charles was ravenous, hungry to devour your after hours of deprivation â starved of your taste, of his name falling from your lips. He needed it, needed you to sing his praises, beg him for more and you never disappointed.
Your fingers brushed back up the side of his head as he hooked your leg over his shoulder and buried his tongue between your thighs, sending you into overdrive and taking your breath away. Your hands instantaneously gripped the tuft of brown waves on top of his head, trying to control the moans that were threatening to escape your chapped lips, his fingers doing the work of a maestro, orchestrating your body like a symphony.
"Feels so good,"Â You whined as Charles grunted, mouth still attached to your cunt as he readjusted your leg on his strong, muscular shoulder, deepening the achingly perfect angle even further and making your already shaky legs start to tremble with pleasure.
Charles took your sensitive clit between his teeth, gently and pressed his free hand that wasn't clutching your thigh to your stomach, balancing you as best he could as you uncontrollably bucked your hips, riding his perfectly flat tongue. You placed your smaller hand over his and arched into his face, trying to alleviate the knot building in the pit of your stomach. He felt so fucking good and looked even better when you did dare open your eyes, peering down into his sinful ones.
The small smirk that appeared on Charlesâ dimpled cheeks when your gaze met his was enough to send you spiralling into a whimpering mess, unable to stop the loud moan that ripped from your constricted throat â you were getting closer with every single teasing stoke he gave you, his thick fingers fucking you into a blackout and you were losing it. He muffled a laugh and didn't relent one bit as you white knuckled his wrist, attempting to hold in the noises that were so close to escaping, jaw clenched.
"I wanna hear you, bella â let me hear you,"Â Charles panted as he glanced up and continued to taunt you, âI want to hear you moaning for me like this for the rest of my fucking life.â
Even in your orgasmic haze, you furrowed your already rutted brows at his comment, head throw back, still whimpering, âFriends donât say that to each other, Charles.â You breathed, gliding on his unrelenting fingers, his pace slowing as he processed your words.
Charles scoffed and pulled back from your pulsing core, eyes trained on yours as he pressed a sweet kiss to your thigh, voice hoarse. âI think we passed âjust friendsâ about 20 fucks ago, baby. You donât have to pretend when itâs just you and me.â
It took you a second until you nodded silently, agreeing that you didnât need to keep the act up with him. You brushed your fingers that had been knotted in his thick, beautiful hair, down the sides of his glistening face, lips raw and looking like a mirage.
âI like it when itâs just you and me.â
If you blinked, you thought he may disappear from your vision but he made sure you knew he was real, kitten licking your sensitive bud and reassuring you that he wasnât just a figment of your imagination.
âMe too.â He whispered.
It didnât take long for Charles to resume his toe-curling assault, sending every nerve in your system into lockdown as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Heâd put both of your feet on the ground, thighs spread as far as they go so you could ride his face, insisting that you came like that for him. The feeling of having every breath suppressed from his lungs while you let yourself go on his tongue, fingernails clawing at the skin on your thighs was worth the rush of blood to his brain. His face was beet-red, pupils blown out and he was achingly hard, scared he was going to blow in his pants like a prepubescent teen.
"Oh my fucking god, Charles,"Â You moaned loudly as he reached up and pressed his palm firmly on your flushed chest, needing to feel your heart thumping under your skin, making him feel alive.
"I've got you."
"I'm â baby, Iâm right there!"Â You cried out, head thrown back against the wall again as Charles eased you through your earth shattering high, panting and sweltering under his touch.
Loud moans echoed through the hotel room as he lapped up everything you had to give, holding you in place and making sure you were completely satisfied before removing his shaky fingers and pressing a couple of pecks to your reddening thighs â no doubt leaving bruises from his tight grip. You couldnât wait to feel those small reminders of his touch in the morning. It took a good couple of seconds for your mind and body to float back down from the clouds above and god, it was a gorgeous sight when you did come to.
"You are so good at that,"Â You breathed as Charles used your hips to drag himself up off the carpeted floor, hands still clutching your waist to also keep your knees from buckling. He knew you too well.
The sensation of his swollen lips kissing yours brought you back and without hesitation, you hooked your arms over his shoulders and deepened the kiss. His hands snaked around your lower back, bodies flush and you could finally feel how hard he was underneath his trousers.
Knowing Charles was that turned on from making you feel ethereal triggered a proud smirk to sweep across your flushed face, âWould you like some help with this, friend?â You teased, reaching down for the button on his pants, flicking it open with ease.
âItâs what friends are for, no?â He cockily replied before you clutched his stiff cock in your palm, causing him to gasp at the sensation.
âAbsolutely would love your help â thank you very much,â Charles quickly added, desperate for your attention as he captured your lips in a rough kiss and nudged your body towards his messy bed.
âThatâs what I thought,â You chuckled into the kiss, letting him cash in every single benefit he could imagine. All night long.
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