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Desire | Modern!Tommy Series | Part Three
Summary: Tommy is just too addictive.
Warnings: Smut, 18+ Minors DNI, sexual themes, mature content, unprotected sex, language, Peaky violence, Tommy being Tommy
Pairing: Modern!Tommy x Fem!Reader
Part - Three
Desire.
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Part Three
It had all started so innocently, she'd grown up in the Shelby's tiny house, a way to escape her Stepdad.
Tommy had suggested they go on a date one morning when she was already running late for her summer job, she'd froze in the doorway.
âWhat?â She asked, whipping her head round, he sat at the table with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him âa date, it's nearly your birthdayâ he shrugged.
She'd wanted to laugh because seriously?! He was her oldest and closest friend, but there was that part of her that wanted to excitedly nod her head and tell him finally.Â
âSure, but it's gotta be the whole thing, flowers, pick me up you know a real dateâ she explained, Tommy nodded âtonight I'll pick you up from Ada's at sevenâ he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray ânow go or you'll be late and it will be my faultâÂ
She rolled her eyes as she finally left the kitchen.Â
-
Tommy had pulled up outside Ada's dead on seven, he was standing against the side of his car when she finally appeared, the one his Uncle Charlie had got him for his sixteenth birthday.
The car he'd spent so many hours restoring to its former glory, the way she'd squealed when he'd pulled up after passing his drivers test.Â
She'd run out of the front door of her house and launched herself in his arms ânow you can always rescue meâ she had hummed as he held her against him.Â
Maybe that was the moment he'd fallen in love with her.Â
-
Tommy held the door open for her, sitting on the seat was the biggest bunch of tulips she'd ever seen, she felt the butterflies flip in her stomach, he knew her so well.Â
He'd driven them out of small heath, to Digbeth where he'd booked a table at the Italian.
They settled at the small table for two in the back, Tommy holding her chair for her, pouring her wine.
They'd just order when Tommy sat back in his chair, âwhen was your last date, eh?â He asked.
She took a sip of her wine âguys don't like dating me, Tomâ she confessed, Tommy frowned âthey always stay well away when they find out I'm close to the Shelby'sâ she shrugged.Â
Tommy rolled his eyes âtheir fucking loss, loveâ he stated.
She lent across the table, pulling at his hand âwhen was yours?â She questioned.
His fingers slotted through hers easily âI don't date, darlingâ he took a sip of his own wine âoh sorry, yes Tommy Shelby, will fuck you but not commitâÂ
He squeezed her hand, âmaybe I haven't found the right personâ she'd laughed âstop sucking up to me ThomasâÂ
Their food had arrived, they fell into a comfortable silence.
-
Something had flicked the switch between them, the drive home had been heated, Tommys hand a little higher on her thigh, her fingers dancing along his jawline.Â
He'd tried to get them into the house but she'd stopped, stood in the middle of the path âare you even going to kiss me?â Sheâd teased âsome date this isâ she huffed Tommy turned back, pulling her into his body in one swift motion.
Their lips moulding together, teeth clashing as they kissed, she pushed herself against him, whimpering into his mouth when his hand cupped at her ass.Â
âIs that real enough for you?â He'd asked, hand still cradling the back of her neck, she'd bit at her bottom lip, fingers curled into his shirt âpossiblyâ she'd teased.
Tommy smirked, taking her hand pulling her towards the house.Â
-
The feeling of sinking into her warmth, her tight cunt fluttering around his cock almost instantly, had him blissed out in seconds.Â
She was moaning below him, back arched into him as he held her hands above her head âgoing to wake up the whole house, loveâ he rumbled against the soft skin of her shoulder.Â
âFuckâ she whimpered, rolling her hips into his, he responded pushing his hips down, watching her mouth fall open as he brushed against her g spot.
âJesus Christâ she sighed, head thrown back, his lips grazing against the thin skin of her neck, loosening the grip on her hands.Â
âFeel good?â He teased, hands cupping at her breasts bringing her nipples to hard buds âyesâ she whined, unable to string a sentence together.Â
She'd pushed her fingers through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp as he rocked into her, bottoming out, filling her completely.
âHarderâ she pleaded, his forehead pressed against hers, his lips stealing a kiss. Â
âOn your kneesâ he rumbled, ghosting his lips across hers, she nodded as he slowly dragged his cock from her velvet heat, moments later he was driving back into her, fingers digging into her hips.
âTommy, fuck, right..thereâ she sighed head falling into the pillow, fingers gripped around the edge of the mattress.
She rocked back against him, his hips hitting at the soft flesh of her ass, he pulled her arm across her back getting a better position to fuck into her âTom, I'm fuckâ she gasped as pulled his hips back just to slam forward.
Tommy snaked his hand round, fingers teasing against her slick folds before rolling his thumb and forefinger against her clit, the flutter of her pussy reacting to his touch had him stalling.
âCum for me, need to feel youâ he rasped, she pushed herself back against him, his cock driving deeper into her, she was whining trying to hold off for just a little longer.
The pressure on her clit heightened, along with the speed of his thrusts, she was trying so hard but the drag of his cock against her walls, the occasional nudge against her g spot had her unravelling, bum pushed upwards as she fell forward.
Tommy took the opportunity to land a gentle smack on her ass, the clenching of her walls was his own undoing, tumbling after her as he painted her walls with his own release, her name slipping from his mouth.
He moved off her, laying on his back as she turned tucking into his side, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern, her heart hammering through her chest.
Tommy turned to her, a devilish grin on his face âwell we've never done that before, eh?â
She rolled her eyes, squeezing at his arm as she giggled âI take back my earlier complaint about the dateâ
Tommy tried to pull her back into him as she sat up, but she wriggled free âyou're going to make me lay on that side so I'm not getting it any wetterâÂ
He tusked, sitting up against the headboard as she passed him his cigarettes, she comfortably pulled one of his tops from the drawer.
-
The awkward post sex shuffle to the bathroom was going well until she stumbled into John, blurry eyed and navigating his way out of the bathroom.
He took a moment to register, rolled his eyes âthought I fucking heard yaâ he muttered before disappearing back into his own room.Â
She returned to Tommy's room with a shy smile on her face âJohn caught meâ she laughs climbing under the covers next to Tommy.
He lifted his arm, she tucked comfortably into his side
Sorry I've been slow on updating this series! Cillian was out in the wild becoming an Oscar winner and then he was in my head so I had a few Cillian related things to get out in the world.
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Desire Masterlist | Modern! Tommy Mini - Series.
Summary: Tommy is just too addictive.
Warnings: Smut, 18+ Minors DNI, sexual themes, mature content, unprotected sex, language, Peaky violence, Tommy being Tommy.
Please read all warnings on chapters before you continue, the above is just general warnings - each chapter will be different
Nearly all parts contain smut - will be in the warnings of each chapter.
Enjoy!
This is a Modern!Tommy series so this exists outside of the canon PB universe. Tommy has never been to war, his demons come from other places, but don't worry his attitude still absolutely stinks most of the time, he makes questionable choices & thinks with his dick 99.9% of the time.
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Desire | Modern!Tommy Series | Part Three
Summary: Tommy is just too addictive.
Warnings: Smut, 18+ Minors DNI, sexual themes, mature content, unprotected sex, language, Peaky violence, Tommy being Tommy
Pairing: Modern!Tommy x Fem!Reader
Part - Three
Desire.
Masterlist | Series
Part Three
It had all started so innocently, she'd grown up in the Shelby's tiny house, a way to escape her Stepdad.
Tommy had suggested they go on a date one morning when she was already running late for her summer job, she'd froze in the doorway.
âWhat?â She asked, whipping her head round, he sat at the table with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him âa date, it's nearly your birthdayâ he shrugged.
She'd wanted to laugh because seriously?! He was her oldest and closest friend, but there was that part of her that wanted to excitedly nod her head and tell him finally.Â
âSure, but it's gotta be the whole thing, flowers, pick me up you know a real dateâ she explained, Tommy nodded âtonight I'll pick you up from Ada's at sevenâ he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray ânow go or you'll be late and it will be my faultâÂ
She rolled her eyes as she finally left the kitchen.Â
-
Tommy had pulled up outside Ada's dead on seven, he was standing against the side of his car when she finally appeared, the one his Uncle Charlie had got him for his sixteenth birthday.
The car he'd spent so many hours restoring to its former glory, the way she'd squealed when he'd pulled up after passing his drivers test.Â
She'd run out of the front door of her house and launched herself in his arms ânow you can always rescue meâ she had hummed as he held her against him.Â
Maybe that was the moment he'd fallen in love with her.Â
-
Tommy held the door open for her, sitting on the seat was the biggest bunch of tulips she'd ever seen, she felt the butterflies flip in her stomach, he knew her so well.Â
He'd driven them out of small heath, to Digbeth where he'd booked a table at the Italian.
They settled at the small table for two in the back, Tommy holding her chair for her, pouring her wine.
They'd just order when Tommy sat back in his chair, âwhen was your last date, eh?â He asked.
She took a sip of her wine âguys don't like dating me, Tomâ she confessed, Tommy frowned âthey always stay well away when they find out I'm close to the Shelby'sâ she shrugged.Â
Tommy rolled his eyes âtheir fucking loss, loveâ he stated.
She lent across the table, pulling at his hand âwhen was yours?â She questioned.
His fingers slotted through hers easily âI don't date, darlingâ he took a sip of his own wine âoh sorry, yes Tommy Shelby, will fuck you but not commitâÂ
He squeezed her hand, âmaybe I haven't found the right personâ she'd laughed âstop sucking up to me ThomasâÂ
Their food had arrived, they fell into a comfortable silence.
-
Something had flicked the switch between them, the drive home had been heated, Tommys hand a little higher on her thigh, her fingers dancing along his jawline.Â
He'd tried to get them into the house but she'd stopped, stood in the middle of the path âare you even going to kiss me?â Sheâd teased âsome date this isâ she huffed Tommy turned back, pulling her into his body in one swift motion.
Their lips moulding together, teeth clashing as they kissed, she pushed herself against him, whimpering into his mouth when his hand cupped at her ass.Â
âIs that real enough for you?â He'd asked, hand still cradling the back of her neck, she'd bit at her bottom lip, fingers curled into his shirt âpossiblyâ she'd teased.
Tommy smirked, taking her hand pulling her towards the house.Â
-
The feeling of sinking into her warmth, her tight cunt fluttering around his cock almost instantly, had him blissed out in seconds.Â
She was moaning below him, back arched into him as he held her hands above her head âgoing to wake up the whole house, loveâ he rumbled against the soft skin of her shoulder.Â
âFuckâ she whimpered, rolling her hips into his, he responded pushing his hips down, watching her mouth fall open as he brushed against her g spot.
âJesus Christâ she sighed, head thrown back, his lips grazing against the thin skin of her neck, loosening the grip on her hands.Â
âFeel good?â He teased, hands cupping at her breasts bringing her nipples to hard buds âyesâ she whined, unable to string a sentence together.Â
She'd pushed her fingers through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp as he rocked into her, bottoming out, filling her completely.
âHarderâ she pleaded, his forehead pressed against hers, his lips stealing a kiss. Â
âOn your kneesâ he rumbled, ghosting his lips across hers, she nodded as he slowly dragged his cock from her velvet heat, moments later he was driving back into her, fingers digging into her hips.
âTommy, fuck, right..thereâ she sighed head falling into the pillow, fingers gripped around the edge of the mattress.
She rocked back against him, his hips hitting at the soft flesh of her ass, he pulled her arm across her back getting a better position to fuck into her âTom, I'm fuckâ she gasped as pulled his hips back just to slam forward.
Tommy snaked his hand round, fingers teasing against her slick folds before rolling his thumb and forefinger against her clit, the flutter of her pussy reacting to his touch had him stalling.
âCum for me, need to feel youâ he rasped, she pushed herself back against him, his cock driving deeper into her, she was whining trying to hold off for just a little longer.
The pressure on her clit heightened, along with the speed of his thrusts, she was trying so hard but the drag of his cock against her walls, the occasional nudge against her g spot had her unravelling, bum pushed upwards as she fell forward.
Tommy took the opportunity to land a gentle smack on her ass, the clenching of her walls was his own undoing, tumbling after her as he painted her walls with his own release, her name slipping from his mouth.
He moved off her, laying on his back as she turned tucking into his side, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern, her heart hammering through her chest.
Tommy turned to her, a devilish grin on his face âwell we've never done that before, eh?â
She rolled her eyes, squeezing at his arm as she giggled âI take back my earlier complaint about the dateâ
Tommy tried to pull her back into him as she sat up, but she wriggled free âyou're going to make me lay on that side so I'm not getting it any wetterâÂ
He tusked, sitting up against the headboard as she passed him his cigarettes, she comfortably pulled one of his tops from the drawer.
-
The awkward post sex shuffle to the bathroom was going well until she stumbled into John, blurry eyed and navigating his way out of the bathroom.
He took a moment to register, rolled his eyes âthought I fucking heard yaâ he muttered before disappearing back into his own room.Â
She returned to Tommy's room with a shy smile on her face âJohn caught meâ she laughs climbing under the covers next to Tommy.
He lifted his arm, she tucked comfortably into his side
Sorry I've been slow on updating this series! Cillian was out in the wild becoming an Oscar winner and then he was in my head so I had a few Cillian related things to get out in the world.
If you loved this then send all the comments, reblogs & looove my way, please!
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ALLLEEEEEXXXX đ„čđ„č this was just soft and fluffy đ„°đ„°
THE END thoouuggghh, I wasn't prepared I'm uh well I'm just going to go and take a moment in a quiet corner and wait for everything to be soft and fluffy again!! đ„č
đŁïžCIILLIIIIAAANNNN COME HOME RIGHT NOW!
I always say this but I LOVE THIS & I LOVE YOU đđ
Contrary to what the rest of my blog might seem, this is still a Cillian Murphy blog and not a Slow Horses one đ But if youâre interested Iâm having a tiny Slow Horses/Jack Lowden hyperfixate and you can read some smutty fun with him HERE đ Anyway, hereâs what most of you came here for - enjoy! đ€ Remember, comments are love đ€
Summary: With Cillian back in America again, Mrs M is back home in Dublin dealing with Eoinâs move alone and the various emotional challenges this presents.
Warnings: None really except the difficulties of shared parental arrangements and dealing with the ex when your husband is away.
Word count: 2742 PART 8 | SERIES
ix. Tuesday 20 February
In her little attic office, Y/N was doing her best to focus on the plans for one of her authorâs upcoming book tours. Yawning widely for the third time in as many minutes, she sighed, pushing her chair back and gathering her coffee cup. Shoving her phone in her pocket she trudged down to the kitchen in search of more caffeinated motivation.
Hangovers over the age of forty really were no joke. They had both felt like shit the day before - the high of his win giving way to regret over forgetting that they werenât young enough to party and then stay up fucking until nearly 2am. It had been all she could do to get herself on her short Ryanair flight back to Dublin whilst he went to sleep it off on his first class flatbed trip to New York.
Closing her eyes, she leaned heavily against the kitchen counter as she waited for it to brew. Her phone vibrated against her bum and she groaned, only opening her eyes when she had fished it from her pocket.
Aoifeâs name leapt off the screen, jolting her back to wakefulness.
Eoin says heâs spoken to you about moving in today. Can you come and pick up his stuff later on? Or do you need me to bring it round?
Hello to you too, Y/N snarked in her head and then immediately kicked herself for being tired and grumpy and unkind.
Hi - yes he has. No problem, I can come and get it. What time suits best?
The ticks turned blue but nothing happened. She sighed, stirring a sugar into her drink, wincing against the heat as she took a sip.
Whenever works for you.
She winced again, this time at the forced civility between them.
*****
At the usual time that afternoon, Eoin came clattering in through the front door, sending the dog into a pitter patter of excited barking.
âHello?â he called, wandering through towards the kitchen, Scout bouncing along next to him.
âMâin here,â she mumbled back, pouring milk into his drink.
He stopped fussing Scout to look at her, chuckling.
âLate night was it on Sunday?â
She threw him a look and he grinned.
âA little tired and emotional are we, step-mother?â
She gave him the finger as she passed him his mug, settling on one of the stools by the island.
âOne day youâll be as decrepit as me and youâll understand.â
âStill canât believe you cried on national telly.â
She rolled her eyes, reaching down to pet the dog who had come to hover by her knees, heavy tail thumping against the cupboards. In solidarity she might hope, but it probably had more to do with the fact that she was the one with the biscuits. Breaking off a corner of one without chocolate, she slipped it to him, much to his delight.
âWell thatâs your father, isnât it? Always driving me to tears.â
He nodded sagely in sympathy before they both cracked into smiles.
âYour mum texted - she wants to know when Iâm coming to get your stuff. What do you want to do?â
He shrugged in the manner of all teenage boys everywhere.
âWe can go now, or wait til later?â
âMight as well get it done.â He pulled his phone out of his pocket. âIâll tell her now.â
âAlright, well get that down you and weâll go. I just need to check some emails quickly first.â
*****
Being in Aoifeâs house was always a strange and slightly awkward experience for Y/N. Mercifully, Aoife was still at work, so she had managed to avoid any immediate weirdness and having to behave like a grown up in her exhausted state. But being in this place that used to belong to her husband was always a little surreal. She found it hard to picture him in these surroundings - everything so neat and orderly. So pale and pastel.
Their own house was awash with colour and light and chaos. Dog toys, and manuscripts in haphazard piles, books that refused to be contained by their shelves, fighting for space against his uncontrollable music collections. Cheerful bunches of bright, fresh flowers and always music filtering from some part of the building.
âAre you sure you donât want me to carry anything down?â she called up from the hallway, fidgeting with her wedding rings.
He appeared at the top of the stairs, dark head barely visible above a pile of belongings in his arms.
âNah, only one more bag after this lot,â he replied, voice muffled as he used his chin to stop a book from sliding away.
She sent him back in for the last of it as she tried packing the latest pile into the boot, grateful sheâd been clever enough to bring the bigger of their cars - it would have been a mission with the Mini. Apparently, although the kids kept a lot of stuff at their house, there was a real difference between the place they stayed for weekends and the home they lived in most of the time. Bags of clothes, books, games and whatever else teenage boys require (something she didnât want to delve into too deeply) were crammed into the boot.
âThatâs it,â he announced with a slightly breathless huff, a last holdall thudding to the ground.
âItâll have to go in the back - I think this is full.â
He was just shoving it into the back seat when Aoifeâs car pulled in.
Fuck⊠cursed Y/N in her head, pasting on a neutral smile. She was too tired for a fight.
âHiya,â she called as the slight woman got out of her car, running her fingers through her straight blonde hair.
âHi.â She smiled tightly, turning her attention to her son. âHave you got everything?â
He shrugged, hands shoved deep in his pockets in a manner uncannily like his father. âThink so.â
âItâs not like you wonât be back very soon,â smiled Y/N and Aoife glanced at her, nodding a little uncertainly.
âCillian says youâre going to LA at the weekend?â
Oh had he? How kind of him⊠she made a mental note to kick him for dropping her in it.
âItâs the SAG awards - I wasnât going to but..â She waved her hand, not really wanting to explain their recent difficulties to his ex. âHe wanted someone there.â She tried to laugh it off. âYou know, the delicate egos of actors, they need the reassurance.â
Aoife frowned and she babbled to recover the situation. âI mean, I want to be there of course - itâs so lovely and exciting that heâs getting the recognition he deserves.â
Eoin shot her a look and she stuttered to a stop, warmth flooding to her cheeks.
âYes. It is,â said Aoife quietly, expression unreadable, eyes distant. âHe should be very proud - heâs earned it.â
Slightly taken aback by her softness, Y/N was lost for words and Eoin cleared his throat.
âWe should get going - I need to go and meet Finn soon.â
Aoife nodded, blinking back into the present. âSee you next weekend then.â
Y/N could see a brightness in her lashline as she moved to try and give him a hug, and quietly got into the car, giving mother and son a moment of privacy.
*****
Sheâd brought her laptop downstairs, trying to work whilst also making a start on dinner - something that meant she did neither particularly effectively - when the door opened again.
How strange to have people in the house and not just herself in the evening. It had been weeks since Cillian had been properly home during the week, and not just crashing in London.
âHiya,â she called distractedly, hissing as she almost chopped her finger instead of an onion because she was reading an email.
âHiya.â
She whirled around sucking her finger, surprised to find her youngest step-son in her kitchen.
âWhat are you doing here??â
âWell thatâs nice. I can go if you want?â he grinned, coming to give her a hug. âCan I stay for tea?â His older brother appeared behind him, catching her look of concern over Finnâs shoulder.
âI asked mum and she said if it was ok with you then itâs fine.â
âOf course itâs ok with me, itâs lovely to see you.â
âDo you want me to take the dog for a walk?â asked Eoin, Scout immediately perking up at the W-A-L-K word.
âI think we agreed that was your job til Dad gets back, yes,â she grinned. âAre you going with him?â she asked Finn who was fidgeting slightly beside her.
âI think Iâll stay here - itâs raining.â
Eoin rolled his eyes and disappeared off to gather Scoutâs lead.
âPut the coat on him - I donât have the energy to bath him tonight!â Y/N called after him.
âYou alright, love?â she asked more quietly as the front door banged shut, pushing her laptop closed and returning to chopping veg, with slightly more care for her appendages. Finn shrugged and shuffled over to get himself a glass of water. She didnât fill the silence, she just kept quietly chopping, letting him come to her, if he wanted to.
âHow come Eoin gets to come and live here but I donât..?â
Ah, there it was. Sheâd wondered if this might be coming.
âDo you like⊠want him here more than me or something..?â His voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper. A quiet fragment of his younger self.
She stopped abruptly, the knife dropping to the chopping board.
âOf course not - not in a million years.â She pulled him into a hug, having to make do with him resting his chin on her head because even at fourteen (almost fifteen) he was already much taller than her.
âDad and I love you - both of you - so, so much.â
âSo why does he get to live here and I donât?â
She drew back so she could look at him, running a hand over his light brown hair, pushing it out of his eyes.
âBecause what Eoin needs right now is a change so he can focus on his exams.â
Finn nodded slightly. âHe and mum fight a lot.â
Y/N smoothed her hand over his shoulder. âThatâs what happens sometimes - you should have seen me and my mum when I was your age. But it didnât mean I didnât love her. And so for right now, since he has the choice to have a slightly different living arrangement, this makes sense. But just because it makes sense for him, doesnât mean it would be right for you too.â
âBut if I wanted to, I could..?â
She eyed him seriously. âDo you want to live here..?â
He shrugged slightly but his eyes slipped away.
âSweetheart, if you really wanted to, then Dad would need to have a chat with your mum. But this is your home, just as much as Mumâs house, ok? Always will be. It just might be a bit more complicatedâŠâ
ââCause of the legal stuff?â
She nodded, leaning back against the counter. âDoesnât mean it couldnât be done, itâs just not really a thing we had to look into because Eoinâs older. So the truth is that I donât really know what would have to be done, if anything.â She shrugged. âItâs all unchartered territory for us.â
âAnd if I want to stay with mum thatâs ok though?â
âOf course it is. Itâs not like itâs a competition where whoever you live with you love more. Love doesnât work like that - thereâs enough to go round. All we care about is that both of you are happy.â
He nodded, absorbing this thoughtfully, contemplating his socks for a moment. Eventually he looked up and she braced herself for more.
âCan I play Xbox til dinner?â
She rolled her eyes and went back to the chopping board.
âNot if you havenât done your homework yet.â
He huffed loudly and she turned. âOi, if you were at Mumâs youâd be doing your homework and not playing games. Same rules apply here mister.â
âFine,â he sighed, managing to put several more syllables into the four letter word than usually existed.
âYou can do it down here and Iâll help if you like.â
He disappeared to the hallway, returning with his school bag and slumped down at the kitchen table.
âWhatâve you got?â
âMaths,â he intoned dully, thumping books onto the table as though they had personally offended him.
Shit, Y/N thought, maths being her definite weak spot. Where the fuck was Cillian when she needed him?
*****
Leaving Eoin unpacking his stuff, she drove Finn back round to Aoifeâs later that evening. As she parked up and he wrestled with his many bags from the boot, the front door opened, light and warmth spilling out into the chilly evening.
Seeing Aoife at the door, Y/N got out - not wanting to be considered rude - pulling her hood up against the light drizzle that had begun again. She followed Finn as he clattered towards the house, fixing a smile on her face.
âHi mum, night Y/N,â he grinned, waving awkwardly under his belongings.
âNight kiddo,â she replied as Aoife shifted aside to let him in and he disappeared into the house without a further backwards glance.
âSorry itâs probably a bit later than expected - maths homework took longer than anticipated,â she apologised hurriedly. âAnyway, itâs freezing so Iâll let you get in.â
She turned to go but Aoifeâs quiet voice stopped her.
âY/N..?â She waited, seeing the other womanâs hands twisting awkwardly in front of her. Finally she looked up properly and met Y/Nâs eye. âIs he..?â
âHeâs fine,â she smiled. âUnpacking as we speak.â
Aoife nodded, a sad smile just twitching her lips.
âLook, Aoife, Iâm sorry. I know how hard this must be and Iâm so sorry it happened like it did. He came to me and I didnât know what else to say except that weâd discuss it. And for what itâs worth, Cill didnât want to ask you about it over the phone. But heâs not here again for another week at least and it didnât seem fair to leave Eoin hanging like that.. but Iâm sorry⊠And I promise weâll make sure he focuses and works hardâŠâ
She petered out, fearing she may have overstepped.
âI know,â replied Aoife softly, arms folding around her middle. âItâs not your fault, itâs mine.â
Y/N frowned, hugging herself too, more for warmth than comfort, wishing sheâd brought her gloves.
âIt really isnât.â
âNo it is. I know what Iâm like sometimes.â
Y/N stepped a little closer and shook her head. âHeâs a teenager, Eef. Itâs just hormones and teenage angst. He loves the bones of you, I promise. This is just..â she cast her hand through the air, âsomething he thinks he needs right now. Itâs not anyoneâs fault.â
Aoife eyed her carefully and again, Y/N quailed slightly under her pale blue stare.
âYouâre doing a lot of this on your own at the moment, arenât you?â
Whatever sheâd expected Aoife to say, that certainly wasnât it but she nodded.
âIt just is what it is right now,â she shrugged. âWe just have to get to the far side of Oscars weekend and itâll go back to normal.â
âI thought that too, or at least a version of it without the Oscars,â replied Aoife quietly. âBe careful.â
Y/N compressed her lips and bit back the irritation that threatened to unleash itself from her tongue. She knew she probably meant well.
Didnât she?
âNothing to worry about,â she forced a smile. âJust one of those things.â Aoife studied her and she blew out a breath, clouding the air in front of her. âAnyway, I better run before we both freeze to death out here.â
The other woman seemed to rouse herself, shaking her head slightly. âYes, of course. Sorry. Thanks for feeding them and dropping him back. Night.â
Y/N waved a quick goodbye and hurried back to the car, wasting no time in getting the heaters running and pulling away from Aoifeâs gate.
As the dark streets slipped by she gripped the steering wheel and fumed quietly. She would not let Aoife Carmichael get in her head. Hadnât Cillian himself said he could see the signs and taken steps to make it up to her? Their marriage was nothing like his previous one.
Was it?
OooohâŠ. not sure sheâs entirely succeeding in not letting Aoife get to her, is she? đ I live for your feedback so please do come at me in all the usual ways my loves đ€ xxx
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Oh look @cillmequick it's us đ€
If there's one thing about me it's that I looooooove to be cosy under a blanket <3
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I drew Cillian Murphy with his Oscar.
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Bestie pleeeeaaaasssseee this is the first thing I decided to read this morning đ«
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You write them so goofy and in love, I LOVE them so much gahhhhhh đ€đ„° the way we always feel the need to bully him for getting older đ„č
How do you apply for a Cillian? Because I need one.
You're so bloody amazing Alex đ loved this and as always I looovvveee you!
Yikes! So much for posting these every day until theyâre done đ Sorry friends - life has been a bit exhausting recently and Iâm struggling with time to write. But I hope this smutty, silly piece will make up for the delay - enjoy! đ€
Summary: Itâs BAFTA day! And Cillian has a request for his wife after their last crazy weeks.
Warnings: đ Smut! Because why not, eh? Treat yoâself. Bad language. Public displays of affection that some teens may find traumatic. Mrs M and Emily bullying a small Irish movie star.
Word count: 3000 PART 7 | SERIES
viii - Sunday 18 February
Squinting at the daylight filtering around the edge of the heavy curtains, she stretched her arms above her head. As her back arched, she groaned quietly as her muscles protested pleasantly from his determination to make things up to her the night before, and a strong pair of arms sneaked around her middle, pulling her back against him.
âMorning,â he mumbled, voice thick and scratchy, his stubble tickling her neck.
âMorning,â she smiled, twisting to peck his lips as he ground his morning glory, not so subtly, against her bum. âThereâs no time for that now, mister,â she chuckled, tilting her head to give him more access all the same. âWe have to get up - theyâll probably be here soon and Iâm not sure I want them to catch us in the act.â
âHmmmmâŠâ he mumbled, a broad hand smoothing down over her stomach, squeezing her thigh. âI can be fast.â
She snorted. âJust what every woman wants to hear.â
âWe both know you can be fast too,â he teased, breath warm against her skin, fingertips now teasing over her underwear. Her reply was lost to a gasp as he hooked them to the side, rolling lightly against her clit.
Caving immediately as desire bubbled through her, she shuffled onto her back to give him more room to work, dragging her pants down her legs. Before she could even kick them away he was hooking two fingers into her, the stretch in her still sensitive pussy almost too much. But then he brushed her gspot with casual ease and pleasure flooded through her, back arching at his touch.
âLook at you,â he whispered, pressing kisses from her jaw to her throat, the roughness morning stubble catching deliciously on her skin as his thick fingers worked within her, the wet sounds of her arousal already audible. âFucking beautiful and always so fucking ready for me.â
âFuckâŠâ she whined, âjust there, justâŠâ
He sucked lightly on her breast, teeth grazing the stiff peak, thumb brushing her clit.
âAre you going to cum for me already, hmm?â
Her eyes fluttered open to catch him grinning at her, mirth dancing in his pale blue eyes. She replied by running a hand down his stomach and into his boxers, pumping his firm length, using her thumb to smooth his precum over the head until his mouth fell open with a sharp breath.
âFuck me. Now.â
In seconds he was hovering over her, swiping the tip of his cock through her slick folds, tapping it heavily against her clit. She whined and wiggled her hips in command that he get the fuck on with it and he chuckled, lining up and slowly easing himself into her velvety warmth.
His groan of relief was lost to her lips, her small hands wrapped around his head, pulling his mouth to hers as he began to move with slow, deep thrusts.
âI love you,â he mumbled against her lips as she finally released him, trailing kisses over her jaw and down her neck.
âI love you..too,â she gasped, every long drag of his thick length against her walls sending sparks crackling through her, warmth building at the base of her spine. âFuck..Cill..â
Her body arched into his, hips rising to meet his every movement, urging him deeper, pressing him against the spot inside that made her vision blur.
âHow are you still so fucking tight?â he rasped, trying to hold himself together against the sweet press of her cunt hugging him, sucking him in like it didnât want to let go.
She assumed it was rhetorical (it usually was) and frankly she didnât have time to discuss basic biology, because his hips were snapping faster now, pushing himself up onto his hands so he could drive into her harder. Hiking her knees up closer to her chest she whimpered as he slid deeper, desperate, ragged gasps in her throat every time he filled her, stretching her wide.
âShit⊠canât.. hold..â he grunted, eyes squeezing shut at the dizzying flutter of her walls around him, her desperate little mewls of pleasure so high pitched they were almost silent, sending him almost feral.
Teetering on the edge, she slipped a hand between them. He felt her body jolt and opened his eyes to see her rolling her fingers over her slick, sensitive clit.
âFuck⊠thatâs it, let me feel you.â
Hips pistoning into her, he dipped his head to lap his tongue against one stiff nipple and her failing grasp on her control snapped entirely, orgasm rushing through her like a freight train. With a deep guttural groan, he shuddered to a stop, hips pushing hard into her as he painted her insides white.
âTold you it would be quick,â he chuckled breathlessly, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips and rolling to lie beside her, his chest rising and falling quickly.
âTruly, so romantic,â she grinned, pushing her hair back from her warm face, the embers of her high still glowing through her, limbs floppy and relaxed.
He tucked her beneath him, nuzzling her neck until she was giggling and squirming. âYou fucking love it,â he teased, roaming hand squeezing the curve of her hip.
Looping her arms around his neck, she curled one hand into his hair to pull him back up.
âI fucking love you.â
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, cupping her face, thumb stroking across her cheek.
âCome with meâŠâ
She frowned, cocking her head as she looked up at him. âCome with you where? To the BAFTAs..? I am coming with you - Iâm your date. Did you hit your head..? Was that last orgasm too much for your aged brain..?â
He chuckled quietly. âNo, Iâm still just about able to remember that one. I donât mean today..â He paused, brushing his knuckles against her face, her forehead still puckered in confusion. âI mean come to America with me. Next week.â
She blew out a sigh, holding his face between her hands.
âI canât, I haveââ
âWork, I know,â he sighed. âBut Iâm in New York til Thursday - you could work from the office there, like before?â
She chewed her lip - she really was sorely tempted. It wasnât an unreasonable suggestion at all. ButâŠ
âIâd love that. I really would.â She smoothed a hand over his hair that was sticking up in random tufts - she would have to apologise to Gareth later. âBut Eoinâs supposed to be moving in on TuesdayâŠâ
He swore slightly in remembrance, pulling away to flop onto his back once more and she rolled onto her side to face him.
âBut you know⊠the kids havenât seen their grandparents in a whileâŠâ
He turned his head to look at her, hope blossoming in his chest.
âThe weekend?â
She nodded, a small smile rising to meet her eyes.
âIf I can get mum and dad to look after the kids youâd come out? For the SAGs?â
âWell, itâs Emilyâs birthday on Friday but I suppose if Iâm there I could go to that too,â she grinned. âThough, Iâm not on the list for SAGsâŠâ
âCourse you are.â
She shook her head. âNo, Iâm not - I told Sarah I wasnât able to come out for it âcause I had the kids.â
âIâm a fucking nominee, you think they canât squeeze my wife onto the table beside me?â
She laughed, leaning in to kiss him. âLook at you Mr Big Time,â she teased, catching his lips. âYouâve been spending too much time with Downey.â
He pulled her tighter against him, cupping her face to steal another kiss, less chaste than the first.
âHmmmm⊠there have to be some perks to all this nonsense.â
âThough, of course, Aoife will fucking hate it,â she continued, and he sighed, resting his forehead against her shoulder. âEoin moves in and the first thing I do is fuck off to America with you, leaving them behind.â
Looking back up at her, he took her hand, weaving his fingers through hers, his eyes serious.
âI know it wasnât the plan but given everything lately, Iâd still be asking you to come if Eoin wasnât moving in. And Aoife doesnât have to like it - itâs not up to her what we do with them on the weekends theyâre with us. I canât bring them out to LA âcause they canât miss even more school, but this is our marriage and we need to spend more time together in all this mayhem.â
She coaxed his lips back to hers, kissing him softly, slowly, simply luxuriating in him.
Pulling back with quiet sigh she met his startling eyes again. âYouâre right. Fuck it.â
âIâll ring mum when youâre in the shower,â he grinned widely, pecking her lips as she began to wriggle away, making for the bathroom.
âOh,â she said as she tugged on a dressing gown, âdonât tell Emily - letâs make it a birthday surprise.â
âYou are coming out for me, right? And not just because itâs Emilyâs birthday..?â
She paused at the bathroom door, legs crossed awkwardly as she tried not to make a mess. Slowly, a wide grin lit up her face.
âHow honestly would you like me to answer that?â
*****
The day passed in a whirlwind of hairspray and champagne. They met Emily and her parents, Downey and Susan, Chris and Emma and the many others involved with the film, for a little pre-show reception at their hotel, Emily squealing with delight when she caught sight of Y/Nâs form-fitting golden dress.
âOh darling!â she enthused, pulling her into a hug. âYou look like a sexy fucking Oscar!â Drawing back, she pointed at Cillian. âUseful, in case you donât win.â
He flipped her off with a grin, pressing a kiss into Y/Nâs hair. âWhat can I say, I donât need one of those when I have this one.â
Y/N twisted to look up at him. âWow. Just⊠wow.. did you really just say that out loud?â He coloured slightly and she grinned, blowing him a kiss - getting lipstick on him was strictly off limits this time around.
âBlink twice if you want to leave him and run away with me,â said Emily, squeezing her hand earnestly.
Y/N blinked once dramatically and then grinned at Cillian, who rolled his eyes, pecked her cheek and drifted off to speak to Chris.
âOh dear, is it bad that weâre matching,â she asked Emily, gesturing at her own beautiful - though much differently cut - metallic gown.
âDonât be ridiculous,â she retorted, threading her arm through Y/Nâs, leading her over to meet her parents, âwe look magnificent. Everyone else will just wish they looked like us.â
As they finally arrived at the event, Y/N hung back as Cillian and the others did their thing on the red carpet, his cheeks a little flushed from the fizz heâd had pressed into his hands earlier. But then the paparazzi caught sight of her and if only to silence their yelling for her to join him for a photo, she picked her way carefully across the floor, praying she wouldnât fall over and embarrass them both. He slipped his arm around her waist, squeezing gently and she linked her fingers through his on her hip, glancing up to find him smiling down at her.
âRelax, youâre beautiful,â he murmured so only she (and no doubt many thousands of online lip readers) could hear. As if she could ever be relaxed when what felt like a thousand cameras were flashing at her and the air was filled with the demanding shouts of those wielding them. But she plastered on a smile and did her best - after all, if the most introverted man in Hollywood could do it, so could she.
And then Andrew Scott appeared, resplendent and as monochrome in red as Cillian was in black. After a quick hug she was mercifully able to leave them to it, slipping away from the fierce glare of the spotlight.
As Cillian and Emily went off to do various press things, she enjoyed the uproariously entertaining company of Emilyâs parents. Her mother especially was intent on being delighted by everything she encountered and insisted on being introduced to as many famous people as possible. Rejoined after a while by their own movie stars, Y/N could only watch on and try and contain her giggles as Emily dealt with her motherâs not very subtle flirting with Ryan Gosling.
The time passed quickly, and before long they were in their seats in the front row of the large auditorium. Trying not to fidget, Y/N hoped the slit in her skirt wasnât revealing anything unintentional. For once she was allowed to sit next to Emily and they had a marvellous time, quietly giggling together throughout David Tennantâs opening monologue and the early awards, until Cillian squeezed her knee to draw her attention.
âWeâll not be allowed to stay if you two donât shush,â he admonished quietly with a grin. The camera caught the moment she slightly stuck her tongue at him, their heads close, grinning at each other like naughty school children. Minutes later, a still of it was on the BBC website live stream of the coverage. Or so Finn told her afterwards, deeply mortified by their accidentally very public display of love.
And then, at last, it was time. She wove her fingers with his, squeezing, feeling the tension radiating from him, his palm slightly clammy. No matter how much it wasnât the reason for doing good work, it definitely meant more than he would like to admit. Particularly being recognised by the organisation closer to home where he had previously come away empty handed. As the little montage showing the actorsâ performances played, his grip on her hand increased and she snuck a glance at him, seeing his jaw ticking against his cheek.
âAnd the BAFTA for best actor goes to⊠Cillian Murphy, Oppenheimer!â announced Cate Blanchett with a smile. As the hall erupted into applause she felt him physically relax, the shock, the relief washing over him. Jumping to her feet with a squeal of delight, she let him sweep her into a tight hug, safely avoiding her lipstick this time.
âIâm so fucking proud of you,â she gushed in his ear as he kissed the side of her head. Releasing her, he let Emily give him a gleeful squeeze and Chris a brief, emotional embrace, before he had to take to the stage.
Sitting back down as he was presented with the iconic golden mask statue, Y/Nâs legs were shaking slightly with the adrenaline from the pride and relief that heâd won. Next to her, Emily weaved an arm through hers, squeezing her hand as he began to speak.
âOh boy⊠holy molyâŠâ
She smothered a laugh with her free hand, emotion pushing behind her eyes. Was he really going to start every acceptance speech like this? She could just imagine Eoin rolling his eyes in mock-shame at home, chuckling at his bumbling old dad.
âAnd I want to thank all my fellow nominees, and my oppenhomies..â
Beside her and further down the line, Emily and Downey hooted loudly in approval as the crowd laughed. The small break, however, seemed to throw him off his stride and he caught her eye as he struggled to get to control his little stutter, the one that only came out under stress. She nodded encouragingly and he took a breath, finding his voice, and continuing with his heartfelt love for the industry.
âAnd finally,â he looked down at her again, a smile playing on his lips that made her stomach flip flop, âto Y/N, Eoin and Finn, youâre my best friends. I love you so much.â
After the week theyâd had, the time apart and the sharp words, the anger and the tension - all now smoothed and resolved - her control slipped. The bubbling emotion that had been threatening since he took to the stage broke through, the band snapping inside her chest, tears sneaking out and down her cheeks.
Raising the statue aloft he thanked the room and the camera cut to her as he left the stage in triumph, catching her doing her best to beam brightly and clap, at the same time as brushing away her tears. Emily slipped her arm around her shoulders, squeezing as she rested her head against Y/Nâs in comfort.
âTwo down, two to go,â she whispered quietly to Y/N, making her hiccup a giggle. As the show moved on to the next category, over her shoulder, Emma offered her a tissue and Y/N whispered her thanks before carefully dabbing her face, chest bursting with pride.
*****
The afterparty went on until late but as midnight neared 1am, he was persuaded back to their hotel room, another transatlantic flight looming in his future the following afternoon.
Before she could start to undress he was hustling her, a little drunkenly, against the wall, his body pressed against hers.
âDo you have any idea how much this fucking dress has driven me crazy all day?â he grumbled, broad hands running over her curves, accentuated by fluid gold. âYou really do look like a sexy Oscar.â
Her head fell back in laughter and he took the opportunity to run his lips over her throat, nipping lightly. Tangling her fingers in his dark hair, fringe swept forward in the way that she loved, she pulled his mouth to hers. His fingers found the slit in her skirt, sliding beneath and running easily over her pussy, groaning when he felt the thin fabric of her underwear was already damp.
âDidnât you get enough of me last night and this morning?â she teased as he eased the flimsy material to the side, two fingertips gathering her slick to roll across her clit. âFuckâŠâ
âDidnât you..?â he grinned back wickedly, eyebrow raised as her hips rocked against his hand, a whine slipping past her lips.
âNever,â she gasped. âNever ever.â
So technically weâve reached the end of the week⊠but I have at a couple of little extra pieces I want to share to wrap up this miniseries, if youâd all like a little bit more? Iâll try and get those done as quickly as I can. But until then, please do come and scream your feelings at me in the usual ways đ€
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Lee! Oops sorry đ€ Thank you so much love!! đ„° this little baby girl needs his home comforts đđ„č
The Awards Season | The Date Series
Summary: Awards Season has been busy!
Warnings: Smut, Sexual Content, Mature Themes, Minors DNI, NSFW, 18+
Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader
Part: 24/?
Requested: No.
Notes: You don't need to be all caught up on the series! This works as a One Shot! This whole series is ungergoing a big edit & Revamp at the moment!
The Awards Season | The Date Series
Date Masterlist | Main Masterlist
This part can be read as a standalone!
Part Twenty-Four
Cillian looked up from his laptop as she appeared on the terrace, he'd been in interviews all morning, she waved at him as he turned his attention back to the interviewer.
Placing his coffee on the table, his eyes flicked up to look at her with a smile. âCoffee delivery?â She heard the man on the screen ask.
Cillian nodded âmy wife keeping me caffeinatedâ he laughed. She left him to it, making her way into the kitchen. She'd been in LA with him for a week now, she was looking forward to getting back to Dublin, back to their girls and some kind of normal routine.Â
When she first saw his awards season schedule she felt the need for a nap, it looked exhausting, but they were at the end, the big one, the one she knew he was most nervous for.
Cillian resurfaced fifteen minutes later, his arms wrapping around her waist as she filled the fridge with beers for later, his lips pressing kisses on her neck âthank you for the coffee darlingâ he hummed against her ear.
She pushed herself back against him, his hands found their way under her oversized t shirt, fingers tickling against her waist âneed something?â He teased.
âYouâ she giggled with another push of her bum against him, she felt him smirk against her neck âgive us a kiss. thenâÂ
Ever since she'd arrived they'd been all over each other, the promise of a child free week ahead of them.
Cillian had her legs wrapped around him as he walked them into the lounge, the large sectional sofa warm with midday sun.
She pulled him closer to her, her lips against his as he worked on bunching up her t shirt, hands cupping at her breasts bringing her nipples to a hardened peak,Â
Pulling away from her lips, she removed her top, his teeth grazing across her nipples, making her sigh head falling back as he worked further down her body, fingers hooked in the elastic of her underwear, swiftly removing it, thrown over his shoulder.
Settling himself between her legs, dropping kisses against the skin of her thighs, before holding her legs open, eyes lighting up at the sight of her already wet for him.
His breath fanning across her pussy as he teased her, she was pleading with him to do something, he slowly flicked his tongue against her clit making her body jerk towards him.
His next move had her fingers tangling in his hair, his fingers pressed into her wet heat, tongue lapping at her clit as she pushed herself forward
âCill, fuckâ she whined, still sensitive from the night before, his free hand pushed her hips down, fingers speeding up inside her.
Seconds later he had moved to sit up, leaving her pouting at him, quickly undressing, her hands clawing at his chest, down to curl around his semi hard cock, he sucked in a breath as she brought him to full hardness.
Both moaning as he pushed into her, hips rocking down to fill her completely, nipping at her bottom lip âwant to feel you cum around me, darlingâ he rumbled forehead pressed against hers.
Holding her hands above her head as he drove into her, she wrapped her legs around his waist holding him deeper inside her, as he kissed her tongues fighting.
Her cunt was throbbing around him, each squeeze of her walls pulled him closer to releasing inside her, his cock throbbing as she took each thrust into her with a delicious whine of pleasure.
Letting go of her hands, angling his hips just right, tip of his cock brushing her g spot, her nails dug into his shoulders as she whimpered below him âCill fuck there, again, pleaseâÂ
Angling his hips again, his thumb pressed against her clit and he pushed into her, her walls contracting around his cock âgoing to cum for me?â He asked, eyes on her as she nodded.
âYes, yesâ she bit at her lip, Cillian was driving his hips down into her, his cock dragging against her walls stretching her pussy open as he thrust in over and over.
He stilled his hips, the control he had moments before fading as her cunt pulsed against him.
âJesus, fuck babyâ he sighed spilling ropes of cum into her, his thumb circling around her clit.
Her legs dropped from his waist as she came, âCillâ his name tumbled from her lips in breathless whines.
âWe've got to moveâ she hummed against the top of his head, he buried his face into her neck âwhy, it's so comfortable hereâÂ
âI'm not getting cum on the rental sofaâ she laughed, pushing his shoulders âbaby, I need time to recover I'm not young anymoreâ he muttered, head barely lifted from her.
âRecover on the other side, Cill honestlyâ she was trying to be firm with him.
With a sigh he moved himself slowly from her, dropping a kiss to her lips before he stood up, just to sit back on the other side of her.
She awkwardly scrambled off the sofa, Cillian watching her with an amused smile âmen have it so easyâ she huffed as she shuffled to the downstairs bathroom.
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Cillian couldn't take his eyes off her as she entered the master bedroom, Rose had picked the perfect dress.
She smiled at him shyly, the dark green gown complimented her âDarling, you look stunningâ he couldn't cross the room to her, Gareth was making final touches to his hair.
âThank you, you look unbelievably gorgeous once againâ she giggled, walking across to him.Â
âHe's all yoursâ Gareth pressed a kiss to her cheek âbeautifulâ he commented, fixing a curl in her updo before leaving them.
Cillian took her hands, pulling her into him softly âso nervousâ he hummed, she pressed onto her tiptoes, brushing her lips across his âyou've got this, they love you. I love youâ she smiled.
Cillian smiled at her, forehead against hers âI love you tooâ she was so tempted to push her fingers through his hair, but the thought of ruining the perfect style Gareth had created stopped her âI miss the girlsâ she sighed.
Cillian nodded, hands squeezing at her hips âme too, but I bet they're not even bothered. Probably so busy being spoiled by Gam and Pap that they've forgotten all about usâ he laughed.
She stepped back with a nod, the knock on the door signalling that it was time to leave, Cillian took a deep breath, shoulders rolled back âLet's go, babyâ she smiled, handing him his sunglasses as she grabbed her bag.
Cillian pulled her into him one last time, âcan't wait to get back to the basementâ he rumbled against her ear.
âI'm sure you promised a few nursery and school drop offs to make up for the ones I've done this awards season?â She teased, Cillian rolled his eyes with a grin.
âI'll leave the basement for the girlsâ he took her hand, âoh but for me, it's a no?â She followed him to the door.
âIf you're wearing that very revealing lingerie I saw hanging up earlier then I mightâ he joked, she pinched at his arm as he opened the door to Lynsey.
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She watched him fiddling with his wedding band as the car pulled to a stop at the venue, she lent over linking her fingers with his âwhatever happens, I'm so proud of you, we all areâ she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Cillian nodded, squeezing her hand, that was all he needed to hear, âlove youâ he smiled as the door opened and the outside noise flooded the car, she nodded âoh Cill, that very revealing lingerie is definitely under this dressâ she teased before he could leave the car.
âFuckâ he groaned, throwing her a look as she let him slip out first.
She followed behind, his hand finding hers as soon as she joined him âTrying to kill me?â He whispered in her ear as they started to head to the main red carpet.
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He really is đ€ thank you for the reblog Selene đ
The Awards Season | The Date Series
Summary: Awards Season has been busy!
Warnings: Smut, Sexual Content, Mature Themes, Minors DNI, NSFW, 18+
Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader
Part: 24/?
Requested: No.
Notes: You don't need to be all caught up on the series! This works as a One Shot! This whole series is ungergoing a big edit & Revamp at the moment!
The Awards Season | The Date Series
Date Masterlist | Main Masterlist
This part can be read as a standalone!
Part Twenty-Four
Cillian looked up from his laptop as she appeared on the terrace, he'd been in interviews all morning, she waved at him as he turned his attention back to the interviewer.
Placing his coffee on the table, his eyes flicked up to look at her with a smile. âCoffee delivery?â She heard the man on the screen ask.
Cillian nodded âmy wife keeping me caffeinatedâ he laughed. She left him to it, making her way into the kitchen. She'd been in LA with him for a week now, she was looking forward to getting back to Dublin, back to their girls and some kind of normal routine.Â
When she first saw his awards season schedule she felt the need for a nap, it looked exhausting, but they were at the end, the big one, the one she knew he was most nervous for.
Cillian resurfaced fifteen minutes later, his arms wrapping around her waist as she filled the fridge with beers for later, his lips pressing kisses on her neck âthank you for the coffee darlingâ he hummed against her ear.
She pushed herself back against him, his hands found their way under her oversized t shirt, fingers tickling against her waist âneed something?â He teased.
âYouâ she giggled with another push of her bum against him, she felt him smirk against her neck âgive us a kiss. thenâÂ
Ever since she'd arrived they'd been all over each other, the promise of a child free week ahead of them.
Cillian had her legs wrapped around him as he walked them into the lounge, the large sectional sofa warm with midday sun.
She pulled him closer to her, her lips against his as he worked on bunching up her t shirt, hands cupping at her breasts bringing her nipples to a hardened peak,Â
Pulling away from her lips, she removed her top, his teeth grazing across her nipples, making her sigh head falling back as he worked further down her body, fingers hooked in the elastic of her underwear, swiftly removing it, thrown over his shoulder.
Settling himself between her legs, dropping kisses against the skin of her thighs, before holding her legs open, eyes lighting up at the sight of her already wet for him.
His breath fanning across her pussy as he teased her, she was pleading with him to do something, he slowly flicked his tongue against her clit making her body jerk towards him.
His next move had her fingers tangling in his hair, his fingers pressed into her wet heat, tongue lapping at her clit as she pushed herself forward
âCill, fuckâ she whined, still sensitive from the night before, his free hand pushed her hips down, fingers speeding up inside her.
Seconds later he had moved to sit up, leaving her pouting at him, quickly undressing, her hands clawing at his chest, down to curl around his semi hard cock, he sucked in a breath as she brought him to full hardness.
Both moaning as he pushed into her, hips rocking down to fill her completely, nipping at her bottom lip âwant to feel you cum around me, darlingâ he rumbled forehead pressed against hers.
Holding her hands above her head as he drove into her, she wrapped her legs around his waist holding him deeper inside her, as he kissed her tongues fighting.
Her cunt was throbbing around him, each squeeze of her walls pulled him closer to releasing inside her, his cock throbbing as she took each thrust into her with a delicious whine of pleasure.
Letting go of her hands, angling his hips just right, tip of his cock brushing her g spot, her nails dug into his shoulders as she whimpered below him âCill fuck there, again, pleaseâÂ
Angling his hips again, his thumb pressed against her clit and he pushed into her, her walls contracting around his cock âgoing to cum for me?â He asked, eyes on her as she nodded.
âYes, yesâ she bit at her lip, Cillian was driving his hips down into her, his cock dragging against her walls stretching her pussy open as he thrust in over and over.
He stilled his hips, the control he had moments before fading as her cunt pulsed against him.
âJesus, fuck babyâ he sighed spilling ropes of cum into her, his thumb circling around her clit.
Her legs dropped from his waist as she came, âCillâ his name tumbled from her lips in breathless whines.
âWe've got to moveâ she hummed against the top of his head, he buried his face into her neck âwhy, it's so comfortable hereâÂ
âI'm not getting cum on the rental sofaâ she laughed, pushing his shoulders âbaby, I need time to recover I'm not young anymoreâ he muttered, head barely lifted from her.
âRecover on the other side, Cill honestlyâ she was trying to be firm with him.
With a sigh he moved himself slowly from her, dropping a kiss to her lips before he stood up, just to sit back on the other side of her.
She awkwardly scrambled off the sofa, Cillian watching her with an amused smile âmen have it so easyâ she huffed as she shuffled to the downstairs bathroom.
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Cillian couldn't take his eyes off her as she entered the master bedroom, Rose had picked the perfect dress.
She smiled at him shyly, the dark green gown complimented her âDarling, you look stunningâ he couldn't cross the room to her, Gareth was making final touches to his hair.
âThank you, you look unbelievably gorgeous once againâ she giggled, walking across to him.Â
âHe's all yoursâ Gareth pressed a kiss to her cheek âbeautifulâ he commented, fixing a curl in her updo before leaving them.
Cillian took her hands, pulling her into him softly âso nervousâ he hummed, she pressed onto her tiptoes, brushing her lips across his âyou've got this, they love you. I love youâ she smiled.
Cillian smiled at her, forehead against hers âI love you tooâ she was so tempted to push her fingers through his hair, but the thought of ruining the perfect style Gareth had created stopped her âI miss the girlsâ she sighed.
Cillian nodded, hands squeezing at her hips âme too, but I bet they're not even bothered. Probably so busy being spoiled by Gam and Pap that they've forgotten all about usâ he laughed.
She stepped back with a nod, the knock on the door signalling that it was time to leave, Cillian took a deep breath, shoulders rolled back âLet's go, babyâ she smiled, handing him his sunglasses as she grabbed her bag.
Cillian pulled her into him one last time, âcan't wait to get back to the basementâ he rumbled against her ear.
âI'm sure you promised a few nursery and school drop offs to make up for the ones I've done this awards season?â She teased, Cillian rolled his eyes with a grin.
âI'll leave the basement for the girlsâ he took her hand, âoh but for me, it's a no?â She followed him to the door.
âIf you're wearing that very revealing lingerie I saw hanging up earlier then I mightâ he joked, she pinched at his arm as he opened the door to Lynsey.
-
She watched him fiddling with his wedding band as the car pulled to a stop at the venue, she lent over linking her fingers with his âwhatever happens, I'm so proud of you, we all areâ she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Cillian nodded, squeezing her hand, that was all he needed to hear, âlove youâ he smiled as the door opened and the outside noise flooded the car, she nodded âoh Cill, that very revealing lingerie is definitely under this dressâ she teased before he could leave the car.
âFuckâ he groaned, throwing her a look as she let him slip out first.
She followed behind, his hand finding hers as soon as she joined him âTrying to kill me?â He whispered in her ear as they started to head to the main red carpet.
-
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The Awards Season | The Date Series
Summary: Awards Season has been busy!
Warnings: Smut, Sexual Content, Mature Themes, Minors DNI, NSFW, 18+
Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader
Part: 24/?
Requested: No.
Notes: You don't need to be all caught up on the series! This works as a One Shot! This whole series is ungergoing a big edit & Revamp at the moment!
The Awards Season | The Date Series
Date Masterlist | Main Masterlist
This part can be read as a standalone!
Part Twenty-Four
Cillian looked up from his laptop as she appeared on the terrace, he'd been in interviews all morning, she waved at him as he turned his attention back to the interviewer.
Placing his coffee on the table, his eyes flicked up to look at her with a smile. âCoffee delivery?â She heard the man on the screen ask.
Cillian nodded âmy wife keeping me caffeinatedâ he laughed. She left him to it, making her way into the kitchen. She'd been in LA with him for a week now, she was looking forward to getting back to Dublin, back to their girls and some kind of normal routine.Â
When she first saw his awards season schedule she felt the need for a nap, it looked exhausting, but they were at the end, the big one, the one she knew he was most nervous for.
Cillian resurfaced fifteen minutes later, his arms wrapping around her waist as she filled the fridge with beers for later, his lips pressing kisses on her neck âthank you for the coffee darlingâ he hummed against her ear.
She pushed herself back against him, his hands found their way under her oversized t shirt, fingers tickling against her waist âneed something?â He teased.
âYouâ she giggled with another push of her bum against him, she felt him smirk against her neck âgive us a kiss. thenâÂ
Ever since she'd arrived they'd been all over each other, the promise of a child free week ahead of them.
Cillian had her legs wrapped around him as he walked them into the lounge, the large sectional sofa warm with midday sun.
She pulled him closer to her, her lips against his as he worked on bunching up her t shirt, hands cupping at her breasts bringing her nipples to a hardened peak,Â
Pulling away from her lips, she removed her top, his teeth grazing across her nipples, making her sigh head falling back as he worked further down her body, fingers hooked in the elastic of her underwear, swiftly removing it, thrown over his shoulder.
Settling himself between her legs, dropping kisses against the skin of her thighs, before holding her legs open, eyes lighting up at the sight of her already wet for him.
His breath fanning across her pussy as he teased her, she was pleading with him to do something, he slowly flicked his tongue against her clit making her body jerk towards him.
His next move had her fingers tangling in his hair, his fingers pressed into her wet heat, tongue lapping at her clit as she pushed herself forward
âCill, fuckâ she whined, still sensitive from the night before, his free hand pushed her hips down, fingers speeding up inside her.
Seconds later he had moved to sit up, leaving her pouting at him, quickly undressing, her hands clawing at his chest, down to curl around his semi hard cock, he sucked in a breath as she brought him to full hardness.
Both moaning as he pushed into her, hips rocking down to fill her completely, nipping at her bottom lip âwant to feel you cum around me, darlingâ he rumbled forehead pressed against hers.
Holding her hands above her head as he drove into her, she wrapped her legs around his waist holding him deeper inside her, as he kissed her tongues fighting.
Her cunt was throbbing around him, each squeeze of her walls pulled him closer to releasing inside her, his cock throbbing as she took each thrust into her with a delicious whine of pleasure.
Letting go of her hands, angling his hips just right, tip of his cock brushing her g spot, her nails dug into his shoulders as she whimpered below him âCill fuck there, again, pleaseâÂ
Angling his hips again, his thumb pressed against her clit and he pushed into her, her walls contracting around his cock âgoing to cum for me?â He asked, eyes on her as she nodded.
âYes, yesâ she bit at her lip, Cillian was driving his hips down into her, his cock dragging against her walls stretching her pussy open as he thrust in over and over.
He stilled his hips, the control he had moments before fading as her cunt pulsed against him.
âJesus, fuck babyâ he sighed spilling ropes of cum into her, his thumb circling around her clit.
Her legs dropped from his waist as she came, âCillâ his name tumbled from her lips in breathless whines.
âWe've got to moveâ she hummed against the top of his head, he buried his face into her neck âwhy, it's so comfortable hereâÂ
âI'm not getting cum on the rental sofaâ she laughed, pushing his shoulders âbaby, I need time to recover I'm not young anymoreâ he muttered, head barely lifted from her.
âRecover on the other side, Cill honestlyâ she was trying to be firm with him.
With a sigh he moved himself slowly from her, dropping a kiss to her lips before he stood up, just to sit back on the other side of her.
She awkwardly scrambled off the sofa, Cillian watching her with an amused smile âmen have it so easyâ she huffed as she shuffled to the downstairs bathroom.
-
Cillian couldn't take his eyes off her as she entered the master bedroom, Rose had picked the perfect dress.
She smiled at him shyly, the dark green gown complimented her âDarling, you look stunningâ he couldn't cross the room to her, Gareth was making final touches to his hair.
âThank you, you look unbelievably gorgeous once againâ she giggled, walking across to him.Â
âHe's all yoursâ Gareth pressed a kiss to her cheek âbeautifulâ he commented, fixing a curl in her updo before leaving them.
Cillian took her hands, pulling her into him softly âso nervousâ he hummed, she pressed onto her tiptoes, brushing her lips across his âyou've got this, they love you. I love youâ she smiled.
Cillian smiled at her, forehead against hers âI love you tooâ she was so tempted to push her fingers through his hair, but the thought of ruining the perfect style Gareth had created stopped her âI miss the girlsâ she sighed.
Cillian nodded, hands squeezing at her hips âme too, but I bet they're not even bothered. Probably so busy being spoiled by Gam and Pap that they've forgotten all about usâ he laughed.
She stepped back with a nod, the knock on the door signalling that it was time to leave, Cillian took a deep breath, shoulders rolled back âLet's go, babyâ she smiled, handing him his sunglasses as she grabbed her bag.
Cillian pulled her into him one last time, âcan't wait to get back to the basementâ he rumbled against her ear.
âI'm sure you promised a few nursery and school drop offs to make up for the ones I've done this awards season?â She teased, Cillian rolled his eyes with a grin.
âI'll leave the basement for the girlsâ he took her hand, âoh but for me, it's a no?â She followed him to the door.
âIf you're wearing that very revealing lingerie I saw hanging up earlier then I mightâ he joked, she pinched at his arm as he opened the door to Lynsey.
-
She watched him fiddling with his wedding band as the car pulled to a stop at the venue, she lent over linking her fingers with his âwhatever happens, I'm so proud of you, we all areâ she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Cillian nodded, squeezing her hand, that was all he needed to hear, âlove youâ he smiled as the door opened and the outside noise flooded the car, she nodded âoh Cill, that very revealing lingerie is definitely under this dressâ she teased before he could leave the car.
âFuckâ he groaned, throwing her a look as she let him slip out first.
She followed behind, his hand finding hers as soon as she joined him âTrying to kill me?â He whispered in her ear as they started to head to the main red carpet.
-
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Would your wife from 'Spice' & 'Rebel' make an insta post for our man!?
She sure can!
Spice & Rebel <- links!
I've given both of these one shots a quick edit & revamp đ„°
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ALLLLEEEEEXXXX!! *screamsssss* you DESERVE this SO SO much!!!
You're AMAZING and wonderful and so lovely đ„° so grateful I stumbled into you on this little app and created a sleepy girl friendship with you đ
I know I'm super flaky with being online and replying to messages but girl I appreciate having you with me (in my phone) when I do resurface đ
Sister wives forever đ„° love you millions!
Congratulations bestieâš
So a couple of days ago a little thing happenedâŠ
I hit 2,500 followers!
And I just couldnât let this pass without a little moment to say thank you. I never, EVER imagined that this blog would do so well, that it would become a place for Cillian fans to come and scream, or that people would become so invested in my silly stories. I was just (am) a chronically ill girl living in my sleepy girl world and this was a nice place to hang out.
So thank you to you all - to everyone who has followed and those tho just lurk in the shadows. To those who live quietly using the like button - I know we give likes a bad name but truly I love seeing people enjoying it even in that small way. Especially to those who interact more vocally - commenters, rebloggers, keyboard smashers and essay writers. You fill my heart with love. And to my beautiful anons who bring me tasty Cillian tidbits from across the internet - I cherish you all so very much.
But above all, my marvellous mutuals and friends đ€ Thank you for making me wheeze with laughter daily, for the insanity and the compassion. And for keeping me company in what has been undoubtedly the most rubbish two years of my life.
I havenât hosted a celebration event in a long time because I made such a shambles of my 6 month writing anniversary đ And I know myself that I donât have the capacity right now to do something that involves me writing requests. But I have something cooking that Iâll share when the time is right.
Sorry this is now an enormous ramble on your dash, so let me wrap up with a great big hug and an enormous thank you to you all đ€
Just some lovely moots (sorry Iâm bound to forget someone - know that it is because Iâm stupid and not because I donât love you! đ)
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Are we getting more desire soon?
So soon! I just had a few things Cill related I needed to get out of my system! but I have Desire Part 3 almost ready!
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The Date Series | Instagram Post
Couldn't let Oscar week pass without our OG wife making a post for her Cill.
You can find The Date Series here - it's an ongoing series, which I haven't updated in quite a while & it's currently under a big revamp.
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Thanks so much Livđ„°
I have a few more in my inbox it! So I think people like them đ€
Appreciate you!!! đ
Bend The Rules | Instagram Post
Our BTR girl is getting on the Oscar hype and celebrating her man!
You can find the BTR masterlist here! Including the full completed series, a few instagram posts & a little spin off one shot!
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Bend The Rules | Instagram Post
Our BTR girl is getting on the Oscar hype and celebrating her man!
You can find the BTR masterlist here! Including the full completed series, a few instagram posts & a little spin off one shot!
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