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The Photoshoot (Part 34)
Cillian Murphy
Series master list Part 1 (2014), Part 2 (2015),
⚠️ Honeymoon Smut 🔥
This chapter was on my mind since the beginning, I always knew Cill and Yael would go to Greece for their honeymoon and then, life has some funny ways to put people in the middle, right where you needed and @2000snostaalgiia provided the best trip tips around ✨💙 thank you so much Maria for helping me out with the Greek insights, and the beautiful poem ♥️, this part wouldn’t be the same without your guidance. And also @heidimoreton for the back to reality idea provided! Please know my inbox is always open for anyone who wants to suggest something; a photo, trip, idea… 💕 also thank you @peakypoet /SeleneShelby for the beautiful edits and collage you made! 💛
“Come on.” Yael pulled Cillian’s hand to guide him behind a bougainvillea tree. “I wanted to try this pose with a couple while I did their engagement photos a long time ago but she didn’t like my idea.”
Cillian chuckled but followed her instructions. “Separate your feet an inch, right there.” Then setting her camera on automatic, she rushed to the steps and positioned herself behind the tree too, in front of Cillian.
“Am I supposed to do something?”
“Kiss your wife?” She suggested and saw Cillian licking his lips.
Yael walked again to check the camera and pressed the shutter one more time.
“If you place your hand lower it will look nice in the shoot.”
“Here?” And he cupped her bum in his palms.
“No! Perv it’s a sweet photo!” While he kept laughing, Yael got the camera ready one more time.
Even though their faces couldn’t be seen, she wrapped her arms around Cillian’s neck and gave him a little peck on the lips, she lifted her leg and his hand slide down… looking into each other’s eyes and completely forgetting about the rest of the world. She loved running her hands through his curls and he loved the way she purred against his mouth.
Everything was perfect until they heard a deep voice that seemed to be angry. Walking down the steps, they found a woman throwing their things and personal belongings into a black bag.
“No! No, no that’s my camera.” Yael tried to explain.
“Trash!” The woman was fuming.
“Wait.” Cillian tried to intervene.
“These are my bags… see?” She showed the woman a small purse she got from the market. “We were taking a photograph over there by the flower tree.”
She saw the woman extend her arm towards Cillian and made her a sign that Yael preferred to not ask what it meant.
“Check the camera.” They both exhaled relieved when they saw that the camera landed over a scarf Yael bought, walking down the street as far as they could go, they saw the woman sweeping angrily mumbling something they couldn’t understand.
The whole five minutes’ walk to the restaurant they were laughing until their stomachs hurt. It was a funny moment they would never forget.
“Still don’t get why was she so angry, we weren’t vandalizing the wall or her steps, I just put our things there.”
“Two more minutes and you almost lose your camera.” He chuckled again.
Entering the restaurants area, they couldn’t stop smiling. Cillian was teasing her for the things she was willing to do to get the shoot that she wanted.
“Love.” Someone said out loud, making them stop. “I see love.” And then the woman pointed between them.
Kissing her hair, Cillian agreed. “Lots of it.”
“Come in to the best Greek restaurant.” The woman invited them.
As they were following her, they were surprised to find a secret hall behind the restaurant, it was like a mini street in an open area that connected the restaurants in the back, the “ceiling” was made of tree branches intertwined from side to side, flowers and lights provided a beautiful and cozy place to have dinner.
“Here I was thinking the cottage and the island were my favorite places…”
Playing with her fingers, Cillian admitted; “you’re my favorite place.”
“Stop you’re always telling me mushy things.”
Tickling her ribs, Cillian teased her. “Oh, and now you don’t like it, Mrs. Murphy?”
The smile reached Yael’s eyes. “I do, Mr. Murphy, I do.” She scrunched her nose and that made her husband smile as well.
“Should we order different dishes and share?” He asked, but he wasn’t surprised to see her nodding before he finished his question.
“Oh! They’ve Pastitsio! It’s the one we wanted to try when we arrived but chose the Mediterranean salad.” As Cillian looked at her confused, she elaborated her point. “It’s like the Greek version of lasagna, Cill.”
“All right, I’ll go with the Kleftiko then.” Yael’s eyes sparkled as she read it consisted of lamb infused with olive oil and lemon juice. It sounded mouth-watering and she adored that the menu included a small section explaining the origin of each dish.
“Can we get the Ti-Tirokroketes?” She frowned at word.
“Are you going to share them this time?” He winked at her, instead of ordering it as an appetizer, she decided to make the fried cheese balls her main dish. She loved the combination of the different kind of cheeses like feta and gouda but he only got the remaining crumbs.
“I asked you four times if you wanted to try them and you said no” She defended herself in a faked shocked tone.
Cillian shook his head. “Doesn’t matter if I say no, you should’ve shared with your husband.”
As their drinks arrived, the kind woman brought them something else.
“Ugh, it’s too bad I don’t understand a word.”
“To say no to love, it’s like frowning in front of a flower that’s ready to bloom. It’s like cursing at the light that showed you the world.” He whispered in a deep voice that got all her attention.
“How…-” Taking the card between his fingers, he turned it around, so she was watching the translation now.
“Never let the light go out.” Ophelia, the woman advised them and left with a smile to get their food.
“We got enough cheese for a lifetime.” He felt so full even after walking back to Vassilis’ home.
“Mr. Murphy?” He had his back at her.
“Hmm?”
“You didn’t let me order dessert.”
As he finally turned around, Cillian saw her touching the hem of her floral dress and take the piece of fabric off through her head, revealing a set of lingerie he was sure he had never seen before, a pale pink transparent fabric decorated with tiny flowers embroidered, he could see everything thru it. Swallowing hard, he walked towards his wife in a bee-line, like an obedient pet.
“You’ve been wearing this all fucking day and I didn’t know?” Yael nodded biting her lower lip. “Next time, you show me before we go out.”
“Maybe.” She teased Cillian and her lips went straight to his neck, he couldn’t move fast enough; he tried to open his trousers and pull her underwear down at the same time, once she was free from her clothes from the waist down, Cillian lifted her easily and walked until her back hit the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around him, his lips just finished kissing her neck and immediately moved to one of her breast still covered by the flowered bra.
“I want you to get this in every color.”
Yael nodded and wriggled her hips. “I’ll remember that.” A moan escaped her lips. She was trapped between his body and the wall, so close, yet so far away from what she wanted. Trying to move down a little bit, she gasped as her entrance brushed against his tip. “Cill…” She pleaded and moved a little more, using his shoulders for support, her body shook as she rubbed against him one more time.
“Busy.” He answered, biting lightly her skin, running his palm over her free breast.
“Just… Ah.” She managed to get the tip of his cock into her entrance, but his body still was keeping her tight against the wall, there wasn’t any room between their bodies. Yael closed her eyes as her husband thrusted up a little bit, his lips were kissing the space between her breasts and she pulled at his locks enough to make him groan both of pain and pleasure, finally she could see his beautiful eyes. “I want you.”
Cillian finally moved back about an inch and Yael felt the tip of his cock inside of her, there, just teasing her body. The sound she made wasn’t human, swallowing hard she tried to move only to find out that his body was pressing against her one more time.
Opening her eyes, she found Cillian looking at her with a smile, enjoying her frustration. “Having fun?”
“Can’t complain.” And he let her slide down his hard member a little more.
Huffing, she placed her hands on his shoulders to try to wriggle down. “I swear if you-” Finally, Cillian let her slide down for her own weight, Yael moaned loudly feeling half of his cock inside, her body welcoming him immediately. While she was still adjusting to the sensation, Cillian started to walk towards their bedroom with his wife connected to his body, quickly reaching their bed, he placed her gently in the middle enjoying the view under him.
“Fuck.” Was all he could say as she pulled him down, but before he started to move again, Cillian pulled out from her body.
“Hey!” Yael protested leaning on her elbows to look at him, struggling to get rid of his clothes, kneeling in the bed, Yael helped Cillian to remove his shirt while he got the rest, once he was free, she pulled him so he was laying on his back and soon she was straddling his hips. “Keep moving like that.” He mumbled against her lips, as her movements were speeding up Cillian’s fingers found the clasp of her bra to take it off.
Chests rubbing, the sound of flesh against flesh, moans and deep breaths while their eyes locked, soon they were lost in the land of pleasure, both trying to win the race, but one Cillian’s hands moved between them to find her most sensitive body part and pressing his digits against it, he saw Yael close her eyes while her mouth opened, her upper body thrown back… her movements stopped as the ecstasy took over her. Taking a seating position to face her, he felt his own release.
Moments later tucked in bed, tangled legs and sheets, Yael kissed his chest. “Can we go tomorrow to Naxos?”
Cillian made a face. “I don’t know, I wanted to stay in and rest.”
“Rest? You don’t know how to rest, you can’t stay still for five minutes.”
Pulling the sheets up, Cillian wrapped her legs around him. “Let’s see how long you can stay still.”
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It took the ferry a little over an hour to arrive to the island of Naxos, equally beautiful to Syros. Perfectly white houses and business welcomed them as Cillian and Yael strolled the cobbled streets of Naousa. Yael already found a small shop known for selling everything natural; cosmetics, soaps, scented candles. Following the route, Yael suddenly pulled at his hand.
“This is incredible!” Excitement running through her. “Look.” She pointed at a wall decorated with a lot of eyes.
“For protection.” The man in charge offered and showed her around, different kinds and sizes of the famous blue eye from bracelets, keychains, necklaces, the list was endless.
“Babe let’s go.”
“Give me a sec, I want to get Violet something now that she’s waiting for her baby and something for Lee-Anne and Kayla too.”
He didn’t believe in this kind of protection, but Yael was listening intensely to the explanation the owner of the store was giving her, he offered her a discount and after some time, she finally picked her gifts, “for you.” He gave her a small bracelet with blue beads and a single eye after all the things she got.
After stopping at a ceramic store, Maria the sweet owner gave them a complete explanation of why they had to visit the Apollo temple and other places that guarded a lot of history, Cillian stopped on his tracks, the view was more than breathtaking and he had been growing a particular interest of taking photos of his wife.
“Give me your things and go over there.” Cillian instructed his wife pointing at the windmill.
“I love this place. Everything is so pretty.” As she played with her red dress, Cillian snapped a photo of her.
“Did you know these still work?” Some of them were still used to mill wheat, while some others were kept for decorative purpose, the process was artisanal.
“There’s the Harvest Festival in September at Mykonos with locals sharing traditional storytellers it’s one of the family-run mill, the girl at the ceramic store told me.”
“Festival huh? Sounds interesting.”
“Hmm with traditional music and dances, food…”
Cillian chuckled at the tone of her voice. “And let me guess, you want to come back.”
They didn’t even want to leave.
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Cillian caught Yael looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was wearing the white dress she got at the local market the previous day.
“Fuck… you look like a Greek goddess.” He admitted leaning against the doorframe looking up and down at her.
“You just want another round.”
“Actually yes… but we need to go out and I got you the perfect complement for your outfit.” Cillian went then to search inside his bag to get a small box. “Yesterday at the vintage jewelry shop you kept looking at this set over and over.”
He had teased her about buying presents for everyone in their families and barely getting anything for herself but the set of seven gold bracelets got her attention so when she was distracted with something else, he bought it for her.
Surprised, Yael looked at him. “How…?” But instead of asking him about his mind-reading powers, she pulled him down for a kiss. “Thank you, Cill.”
And he assured her she had nothing to thank him for. After all this was his honeymoon present for her, she already got him a silver Greek coffee set.
“I’ve to admit I was unsure of the sandals but you seem to be really comfortable wearing them around.” They were walking after lunch and she still had energy to keep going.
“Told you I’ve heard wonders of custom made sandals here.” Yael made a pose for him to show her the local sandals she got handmade made using an artisanal process, the seller showed her part of the traditional methods they used to make the shoes, since 1935 in his family making customizable models.
“Then run over there to take a photo of you.” He pointed at the scenic lookout, as Yael was walking away from him, he called her; “hey beauty, are you free tonight?”
Yael turned her head over her shoulder to smile at him and she found him pointing the camera at her. “Let me ask my husband.”
He took another photo of her walking over the ocean.
“Come over here so we can have one together.”
There wasn’t anyone around but soon a couple of tourist walked past them so Yael asked them to take a photo and in return she took one of them and promised to email the image as soon as she could.
“Why do you trust anyone with your camera? They could easily take it.” He asked as they reached the vehicle they rented.
“Did you see their faces? They don’t seem to be looking for cameras to steal.” Starting the engine they moved to go back to the hotel they were staying the ferry would take them back to Syros in a couple of hours after their two day stay at Naxos.
Cillian heard her humming something. A song he could easily recognize the tune.
Rolling his eyes at her with a funny face, he told her: “go on… I know you want to play the song.”
Yael pretended to play the fool. “What song? No… I haven’t thought of that.” But of course she laughed and started playing the Mama Mia! Song on her cellphone. “You can’t come to Greece and not sing the song, Cill.”
“Ugh woman. What will I do with you?” He asked in a faked tired expression, truth is he would never get tired of the excitement she showed over the smallest things, it made him see things in a different way.
“Love me?” Yael started kissing his cheek playfully, until her cellphone announced she got a message. “Aww look, Lee-Anne took Scout to the doggies daycare and he made a card for us.” She showed him a photo of the paws decorated as flowers.
“Bet he’s having fun with his dog-mates.”
“Yeah, stealing their toys and barking at her noisy neighbors.” Yael imagined the scene.
“What’s the departure time again?” He asked stopping the car in the parking lot of the small hotel.
“The ferry leaves to Syros at four o’clock.”
That meant they still had plenty of time to enjoy themselves in the private pool they had, and as they made their way inside of their bedroom Cillian made sure to let her know of his plans, they still had four more days to enjoy another island, probably Paros would be next…
But sometimes life shows you different plans for the original ones you had and forces you out of your comfort zone, and that’s exactly what happened when Cillian got a call from Ireland to let him know that his son, Sean was admitted to the hospital in the emergency area due to a severe allergy and there was an issue with the insurance information under his name.
They needed to take a 30 minutes flight from Syros to Athens and then they agreed Cillian would fly straight to Ireland while Yael would go to Manchester to pick up Scout and the rest of their belongings.
And just like that reality burst their honeymoon bubble after spending the most perfect days getting to know one of the most magical and beautiful places on earth. They got to say goodbye to the breathtaking island surrounded by mythology and incredible traditions they both wished to get another chance to enjoy.
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A/N: if you like this, remember your comments make the difference 💕🥰
The Apollo temple inspiration:
#That’s what Cill#cillian murphy#cillian murphy imagine#cillian murphy smut#cillian murphy x oc#cillian murphy fan fiction#cillianmurphy#cillian Murphy fanfic
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phrasing something in a demanding, passive aggressive, nasty way, acting like you are the Official Fandom Police™, and devaluing the creative work of writers in fandom is NOT the way you get people to listen to you.
also maybe don't clog up the one piece x reader tag with posts that aren't x reader related while you're at it :)
#sort by latest you'll know what post i'm talking about#“tag your fics THIS WAY so i can BLACKLIST YOUR AWFUL WRITING” go fuck yourself#i tag my fics that way but that post makes me want to stop just to spite them#dont talk AT me like im twelve years old#cilles ramblings
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💙❤️
#final fantasy xvi#final fantasy 16#clive rosfield#jill warrick#ff16#ffxvi#ff16 clive#ffxvi clive#ff16 jill#ffxvi jill#Virtual Photography#VP#I dunno what their ship name is lmao#jive#cill#theses both sound stupid tbh asdfghjkl
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not wtfock giving me a heart attack by posting something for the first time since june 2021 and deleting their whole feed while at it
#if they're coming back it's probably a new generation#and if sobbe is coming back... then its rip me like wtf#but they're not coming back... but like what is this?#cille's random wtfock thoughts
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andrew and oscar are going to be in a movie together!!!!! hopefully this casting doesn’t change 🤞🤞 - hopeless romantic stalker
Omg what film? 👀👀👀
#hopeless romantic stalker#i’m 🫠#ahhhhh that would be perfect#although it might cill me#why did i spell kill like that😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#helpshaksks#anyway uh what was i saying#oh i watched triple frontier again today and pedro and oscar together did not Kill me so#(although it nearly did)#andrew and oscar should also not kill me
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I thought abt Wormwood hcs for like 5 seconds before it spiraled way out of control and now I have a whole hypothetical mod in my head with Wormwood as the final boss help
#rat rambles#its not like a hc event thing its just me going that would sure be sick#basically in my hcs wormwood techically Could get most of his nutrients from the earth but doesnt by choice#this is because his roots are kind of parasitic in nature sorta?#as in they do the fun dst moon thing where they try to cling onto and alter other life forms to try and make them part of themself#which wormwood doesnt like doing! its uncomfortable for the other plants and for him#and after a while the plants would fully become part of him and thatd just be a whole other can of worms#but yeah the mod idea is but what if he did just take root and sit there for a while#basically it takes place in a series of giant regions that are all a part of his root system#in my minds eye they each have a boss in them that are based on one of his costumes#thered be at least 4 main regions one thats filled with mushrooms and other cave plants that completely bock out the sun#a rainforesty area filled with spiny plants that want you dead soooo bad#a deserty area filled also filled with plants that want you dead but they eat fire this time#and a relatively normal forest with a temple in the middle where wormwood is cilling in#in my minds eye it works off of enlightenment like other lunar places but no sleepy guys ofc#instead its more like a gague of how well the plantlife around you can see you and as a result of how agressive they will be#I also imagine they are light sensitive which is both a obsticle and smth you can use to your advantage#and ofc youd be playing as wheeler because Id have to ok#anyways I musteth shower now
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YOUNG AGAIN
Pairing - Cillian Murphy x fem!reader
Summary - You’re about to be working alongside Cillian Murphy. He wants to show you what costars do behind the scenes.
Warnings - Noncon, dubcon, p in v, rough sex, oral (f! receiving), manipulation, blackmailing, dark smut.
Word count - 1.3k +
Notes - Every time I try to do a drabble it goes over 1k grrr. also i love pathetic men that whine.
The lights were still on, large windows showcasing the beauty of the city at night, the late night budget soap opera running on the television show, your clothes ripped on you. The air was pressed out of your lungs like a deflated ball by the way his body laid on top of yours.
“Cill…” you begged pathetically, your mouth half pressed into the fabric of the sheets.
He was kissing your neck, his front pressed against your back as your legs dangled off the end of the bed. Your ass was perfectly rested at the edge of the mattress, his hips planted directly against yours. You could feel his erection hump against your core, you whined and thrashed your body against him, but you were helpless in this drunken state.
“Shush…” He hummed loudly, his teeth nipping at your skin.
A few hours ago, Cillian was a perfect gentleman. He had asked you to meet up for dinner since you’d be costaring in an indie film together. You could say it was going to be your big break, you’ve gotten a lot of recognition recently but this was going to be your first big role. Not to mention the first time working directly alongside an A-list actor.
You were both in London, so you decided to meet up at a secluded restaurant, which started with a simple dinner, but ended up with continuous rounds of drinks. The venue was dimmed, low in guests and seductive from the jazz music playing.
It wasn’t until your fourth drink when Cillian started getting a bit more handsy. You must have been giving him the wrong impression, Cillian was known to be a good guy. So you called in for the night early because you didn’t know what else to do to deescalate the situation. Which led to Cillian trying to convince you otherwise, a bit too desperately, to keep the night going.
However, he caved in and said he’d take you back to your hotel. You didn’t expect him to come into your room however. Here you were now, crushed underneath him as you struggled to find air.
“We’re going to fuck” Cillian grunted as his hands struggled to undo his belt.
You shook your head underneath him. Everytime you’d plant your hands on the mattress for some grounding, he’d shove your elbows back down. This is not how the night was meant to go, this wasn’t the man Cillian was meant to be.
“You should be grateful… I’m going to teach you a lot, you know?” Cillian laughed softly as he successfully freed his belt and his trousers gradually fell to his knees.
“Cillian no please!” You begged for mercy before his hand viciously shoved your head into the mattress
“You’ll take what I give you if you want to keep your job…” He spat as he freed his throbbing length. “You’d hate for me to ruin your career that’s hardly started, wouldn’t you?” He toyed as he lifted his upper body, a wicked grin on his lips.
You sobbed silently underneath him as he yanked up your short ripped dress to your hips. His hands caressed your soft skin on your ass, gently smacking both cheeks just to watch them jiggle. As he stroked himself, his hand rested on your lower back, skeptical that you’d try something stupid.
“Stay down, okay? That’s an order” Cillian commanded sternly as he slowly dropped to his knees.
He pulled your thong down with two fingers, grinning at the damp patch on the fabric. You mewled when he stroked his fingers against your lips. Slowly, his digits ran up and down your entrance, your hips gently squirmed around, but picked up when he entered a digit inside of you. His coated finger slipped out of your tight canal and he brought his finger to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“You smell so fucking sweet… You taste just as good?” Cillian smirked before he sucked his finger whole. He moaned in his mouth like he was at Christmas lunch. “Fuuuck baby, you always taste this devine?” Cillian asked with a cocked eyebrow.
You didn’t reply, you couldn’t reply, your body was in shock as you laid stiff on the soft bed, staring at the television to distract yourself, which he only turned on to drown out your cries. He quickly took his shirt off of his heated pale body. “I need a better taste” he groaned as his hands gripped onto your thighs.
Cillian ate you like a starved lion. His teeth nipped at your sensitive flesh whilst his cold tongue rolled over your nerves. The shock of pleasure made your hands grip into the sheets as if you were holding on for dear life. Cillian lapped your sweetness out for ages, as you moaned into the bed, too humiliated to let him hear your sweet sounds. When your eyes unexpectedly rolled back, head snapped back and back arched, you saw stars as you came hard. You couldn’t hide your screams of pleasure anymore. Cillian moaned into your cunt as he ate out every drop that shamefully dripped from you.
Slowly, Cillian climbed back on top of you and lined his member to your gushing entrance. His lower face was damp and sticky with your fluids. To which he shamelessly pressed against the side of your heated face.
“See, this will be fun. We’ll be able to relief our exhausted bodies every day. Destress each other whenever we need to. A lot of costars are fuck buddies, you clearly haven’t been in the industry for long” Cillian explained as he slowly thrusted in his size.
Your breath was stuck in your throat as you clenched around him. He couldn’t help but to moan out dramatically at the sensation.
“I need you to understand that this is normal… You don’t need to be so overwhelmed darling, do you hear me?” His head tilted and eyebrow cocked at you. His cock was twitching inside of you, desperate to plummet in and out of you.
“Yes Cillian” you answered timidly, he sighed in satisfaction and patted your rear.
“Who knows, try your luck and maybe we could take this further…” He chuckled as he nuzzled your face. Because that’s exactly what you wanted, a relationship with a man old enough to be your father.
You whined out again, his cock stretched your walls painfully. It has been a long time since you’ve had sex. That or he was a lot bigger than you’d ever experienced.
“Tell me you want to do this, that you want me…” Cillian exhaled, you weren’t sure if he was begging or ordering you to do so. His tone was a mixture of both.
“I want you” you gasped as he fully buried his length inside of you.
“Fucking knew you were a dirty whore wanting my cock” he mumbled, his hands firmly on your hips as he lifted himself up.
He grounded his feet to the carpet and mercilessly began to pound himself into you. He pulled your hips up, your knees now rested on the bed. So you were face down, ass up. Cillian grunted, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched so badly that he could chip a tooth. He could feel his cock twitch like vibrations, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt a cunt this good.
“Your cunt is squeezing me so tight, I won’t fucking last a minute” Cillian whined, pathetically.
He stood true to his words. By the time the clock ticked over to the next minute, Cillian’s chest fell forward and hips locked as his ropes of semen shot deep inside of you. You were panting out, drooling onto the bed as he groaned out loudly. The both of you fell onto the bed together.
Quickly he pulled you onto his chest as you were still mindless. He gasped out for air and said the first thing on his mind, “you make me feel young again.”
Cillian hummed and tilted his head to kiss you, slowly, passionately, romantically. Ironically, it was the first time he kissed you on the lips. You laid there, exhausted, confused and frightened. He brushed your knotted hair to the side and smiled softly to you.
“By the way… I’m staying the night” Cillian spoke, his voice still breathless but stern on the idea.
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˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―
― day one ⛧ cockwarming
Cillian Murphy x Reader
A routine Zoom call between you, Cillian, and his parents gets a little interesting.
warnings: smut, cockwarming, penetrative sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, milking, unprotected sex
word count: 930
author's note: welcome to day one of kinktober! I'm so excited for this year and can't wait to write as much for this challenge as possible. I was going to have weeks planned out, but fell ill with pneumonia, so I'm two whole weeks behind. hopefully I'll complete the challenge! fingers crossed. if I don't, there's always next year! I hope everyone enjoys!! feedback is always appreciated (: (keep in mind most of the kinktober works will be short.)
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When Cillian tells you to pull up your dress upon entering his office, you expect him to drop to his knees before you. Instead, he waves you over to where he’s sitting on his desk chair, motioning for you to sit on his lap. You look at him, confused for a moment, before doing as he wordlessly asked. You can feel Cillian fumble his hands behind you, his cold watch brushing against the warm skin of your tailbone that’s exposed from your lifted dress. You hear his zipper come undone, and that’s when you realize what he’s wanting. Cillian adjusts you on his lap so you’re hovering, and he aligns his length with your clothed entrance, teasing your clit through your underwear. He pushes the fabric to the side with his fingers, allowing his tip to brush against your wetness. You slowly push yourself onto him, and Cillian guides himself into you at a snail’s pace. You aren’t quite wet enough yet, so he takes his time. Once he’s wholly sheathed inside your warmth, Cillian grabs your hips so you can’t move.
“What are you doing?” you half laugh, half ask curiously.
“I want you to just sit here and be a good girl, alright?”
“That’s kind of hard with you inside me, Cill.”
“You can do it, baby. You’re so good for me.”
You shiver at his words as you watch him fiddle with his computer, opening Zoom. You gulp nervously and hope he isn’t about to have a sort of meeting while you’re warming his cock. You aren’t sure what you’d do if you had to act normal while Cillian’s thick, now-throbbing length is being squeezed by your walls.
But something even worse happens- Cillian opens Zoom with his parents. You forgot it’s Sunday, which is the day he usually calls them. You gulp down your nervousness, trying to appear presentable.
“Oh, hi!” you grin at the sight of his mother popping up on the screen, trying not to react to how Cillian’s fingernails are digging into the delicate skin of where your hips meet your thighs.
“How are you, darling?” his mother asks sweetly.
Cillian thrusts into you, disguising it as a minor shifting in his chair, and you have to clear your throat to stifle a moan, “I’m well, thanks! And you?”
“Oh, we’re just fine,” CIllian’s father chimes in, “Taking good care of my son, I see?”
“Of course,” you nod your head, rubbing your palm along Cillian’s thigh out of sight, “He’s being a good boy as always.” you joke.
Cillian rolls his hips slowly, causing your hand to pause its movements and your nails to dig into his slacks. He then engages in conversation with his father as you maintain a healthy combo of eye contact with his parents and looking at Cillian behind you.
“Are you sitting on his lap, dear? Are there no chairs in his office?” Cillian’s mom asks out of the blue, a hint of teasing in her voice.
“Still no extra chairs or furniture in here,” you poke Cillian’s cheek, “I’ve been telling him ever since we moved in, Mrs. Murphy.”
“Stubborn old thing,” his mother scolds playfully, “A new home needs its furniture!”
You begin to feel restless on Cillian’s cock, wishing for nothing more than to fuck him senseless. You want to end the call, spin around, and bounce on him for hours. But of course, until he gives the word, you can’t move.
“Well, we were just checking in to see how you were doing. We best be headed off now; love you,” Cillian waves to his parents.
They wave back, bidding farewells before Cillian ends the call. Silence fills the room, and all that can be properly heard is the sound of your ragged breathing.
“Please,” you whimper, “Let me move.”
“Then move.”
You shakily raise your hips until Cillian is almost outside you before slamming back down, your thighs hitting his. He lets out a strangled moan, hands gripping your sides tightly.
“I’ve been wanting to teach you a lesson,” Cillian says through gritted teeth, letting you slowly lift and lower yourself along his cock, “About patience.”
“Lesson learned, then,” you sigh, spinning around to face Cillian, “I hear you loud and clear.”
You grab his cheeks as you pick up your pace of bouncing on his length, gaining a nice and steady rhythm. Cillian looks at you with glazed-over eyes, his tongue darting from his mouth to run over his lips.
“Was the lesson worth it? Or was the patience killing you more than me?” you smirk.
“I'm not sure. There were times I wanted to take you over the desk on the call.”
“Really?” you wonder, “Maybe next time.”
“Not when on the phone, though,” Cillian warns.
“Alright,” you sigh, swiveling your hips around as your orgasm creeps into your stomach.
“Gonna cum,” Cillian mumbles lazily, thrusting himself into you in time with your movements.
“Please do, I’ve been waiting,” you pout.
Cillian twitches inside you, spilling his seed deep inside your cunt as you ride through your own impending release. Cillian lets you fuck yourself as much as you please despite his overstimulation, letting you milk him as your walls clench from your orgasm. You stop moving, catching your breath as Cillian watches you compose yourself.
“Definitely worth the wait,” you gasp, pushing hair from your face.
“Agreed,” Cillian exhales, leaning back in his chair.
“Can I stay here, though?”
“On me?”
“Yes.”
Cillian pauses, weighing the pros and cons of you warming him as he does some emailing, “Fine.”
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Home Improvements
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Pairing | Emmett x wife!reader
Summary | Emmett does yard work while you’re outside tanning and you (both) get a little needy.
Warnings | Smut, semi public sex, humiliation, exhibitionism, a lil degradation, breeding, slight age gap, they’re so cute it kinda makes me sick lol.
Words | 1.8 k
Notes | I’ve been wanting to write some consensual Emmett stuff for a while so thank you to the anon who sent an ask to @kiss-me-cill-me who ended up tagging me🤭
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(Ignore the fact that idk how lawn mowers work lmaooo)
You were laying down on a lawn chair in your favorite bikini, sunglasses on and book in hand, but you weren’t reading anymore. You were completely focused on Emmett. The top two buttons of his shirt were left open and his already short sleeves were rolled up a little, showing even more of his muscles and tattoo in a way that made your mouth water.
When you noticed he was standing still, you forced yourself to pay attention and realized he was looking at you. “What?” You called out. The engine of the lawn mower was still on, but it was quieter now that he wasn’t moving it.
“I asked if it’s too loud.” Your heart fluttered a little— he’s always so considerate.
“No it’s okay. Thank you for checking though.” You were out here first so of course he wanted to make sure he wasn’t disturbing your tanning/reading time.
You continued watching him. Occasionally he’d stop and remove his hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but he was getting through it pretty quickly, much to your displeasure.
“Hey, Emmett?” You yelled, hoping he heard you with how far he was. He paused, turning toward you, and when you waved him over, he obeyed instantly.
“Yeah?”
“Aren't you kind of hot? It’s like 80 degrees out today.” You said casually, confusing him.
“A little, I guess.” He shrugged.
“Maybe you should take your shirt off. Feeling the breeze really helps.” You suggested, glancing down at your mostly nude body to show that you weren’t completely bullshitting that excuse. He chuckled quietly and shook his head a little, looking away from you with a small smile.
“Sure, baby.” You knew that he knew exactly what you were doing, but you didn’t care. You got what you wanted and that’s all that matters. He started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, then tossed it onto the second lawn chair. Since he already knew, you decided to close your book and put it on the small table in between both chairs.
“You know, it also might help if you work a little slower too. Going fast means using more effort, and that means getting hotter quicker.” You knew it was grasping at straws and completely cheesy, but he scoffed a laugh and played along.
“Good point. Any other suggestions?”
“None that don’t involve public indecency.” You said teasingly and he chuckled again before walking back over to the lawn mower to continue. You could see now that his torso was glistening with a light sheen of sweat, only getting you more worked up.
There was something so incredibly hot about watching your husband do completely mundane, domestic tasks like mowing the lawn and barbecuing. He also had a really bad habit of doing home self improvements… so at any given time, there was at least one part of the house that was unfinished. The plus side to his love of home diy’s was that he’d build you things for the house, like extra storage in a weird space where nothing could really fit, or a new table after you accidentally spilled paint all over it and couldn’t get it off.
You frowned when he turned the lawn mower off and started walking over to you. “It looks amazing, honey.” You smiled, shamelessly eyeing his body as he sat down on the chair next to yours. You offered him your glass of ice water which he took eagerly, gulping down more than half of it in one go. “You know, I think you deserve a reward for doing such a good job.” Honestly, it was more a reward for you being able to sit here for half an hour without jumping his bones.
“You hate when I’m all sweaty.” You could tell that he wanted whatever you were offering though.
“Yeah… but that just gives us an excuse to have round two in the shower.” You smirked and his lips curled up into a small smile.
“Come here.” He said as he laid back in the lawn chair, letting you climb onto his lap. His hands settled on your hips as you took off your glasses and his hat before finally kissing him. Your arms draped over his shoulders, letting you play with the hair at the nape of his neck. When he pulled back, you whined quietly. “I don’t think I can do yard work while you’re tanning anymore. I’ve been hard since I walked out here.” You choked out a laugh, then started grinding on his bulge, making his breath catch in his throat.
“I agree. I’ve been wet since you started mowing.” You leaned down to kiss him again, still grinding your hips, and his hands dragged up your sides to cup your breasts, making you moan quietly. When he pulled your bikini down to rest below them, you let out a gasp that turned into a mewl when he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. “Fuck- Emmett…” You said through a breath, tightening your grip on his hair. “People might see.” Even though you were in the backyard that had a wood fence all the way around the perimeter, there was still a chance.
“Thought you said I deserve a reward.” He grumbled, moving to your other nipple to suck and nip at it teasingly. “And I want to fuck my wife on my own property. I don’t give a shit if someone sees.” You knew that wasn’t true. You’d have to stop him from commiting a felony if someone accidentally saw your body because of how jealous and possessive he could be.
“I’m gonna be pissed if we get in trouble with the HOA.” A few years ago, you never would’ve imagined that you’d be married, living in a suburban house, worried about the HOA. Despite your words, you started snaking your hands down his chest and stomach to his belt. You managed to unbuckle it, even with how close your bodies were, then you opened his pants and took out his cock, stroking him to full hardness.
“Fuck.” He hissed, kissing up your chest to your neck, then sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a mark. “Need you, doll.” He whispered, hips bucking up toward your hand, desperately seeking out your tight, warm cunt. Since you were just as desperate, you quickly pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and sunk down on his cock, making both of you moan. You sat down on him completely, then paused, needing to let yourself adjust.
When his hands snaked around to your back and tugged on the string of your bikini, you gasped and tried to keep the fabric from moving away— at least with it below your breasts, you could quickly cover yourself if needed. Emmett didn’t seem to care about that though as he pulled it over your head then threw it somewhere to the side.
“Fuck..” You said through a breath. The risk was making you infinitely needier and as you continued to get more turned on, you started to care less about someone possibly seeing.
“Come on, baby. Give me my reward.” He gruffed. As if your body was completely under his command, you started rocking your hips, warming yourself up a little. You cried out when he suddenly slapped your ass. “You know what I want.” His voice was much harsher now, making it clear that this was a demand, not a request. So you started bouncing up and down on his lap, forcing moans out of both of you. “That’s it… Be a good little wife and use that greedy cunt to please my cock.” He groaned, slapping your ass again before moving his hands up to grope your tits. You were starting to sweat now as you panted, quickly heating up from the exertion.
Getting bolder, he suddenly reached for the strings on both hips, then quickly pulled to untie them. “Emmett..” You warned— being completely nude was way too risky.
“We can move this to the front yard if you’d prefer.” He threatened, making you falter. When you gave up on trying to stop him, he smirked and removed the fabric, leaving you fully bare. “What would people say, honey?” He murmured mockingly. “If they knew that you liked riding me in public, in broad daylight, without wearing any clothes.”
“Emmett…” You whined, his words making you needier.
“Oh, I know, baby… I know.” He cooed, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek. “You can’t help being a whore, but it’s okay because you’re my whore. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” You mewled, desperately moving your hips, chasing your release.
“Say it.” His hands settled on your hips and he held you still, then started bucking up into you.
“I’m your whore, Emmett.” You whined with a blush. He moved one hand to smack your ass as a warning, then immediately put it back on your hip. “I’m your whore!” You cried out, much louder this time. “Fuck— please make me come.”
“Wait just a little longer, doll, I’m almost there.” He said breathily, tightening his grip on your hips almost painfully and bucking up into you so fast, you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. Your breasts were moving embarrassingly with how hard he was pounding you, only furthering your humiliation… which only brought you closer to the edge.
“Emmett.. please, I can’t hold it.” You whimpered, clinging to his shoulders, trying to ground yourself.
“Go ahead, sweet girl…” He said through a breath. “Come for me.” You reached down to rub your clit and when your orgasm crashed over you, Emmett quickly lifted a hand to cover your mouth, muffling what would’ve been a mix of a scream and a moan. You stared down at him with furrowed brows as your body trembled with each wave of pleasure that rolled through you.
He cursed under his breath when your orgasm made your cunt squeeze his cock almost too tight, sending him over the edge as well. You only had to endure the overstimulation for a few seconds while he continued bucking up into you, riding it out. His grunts and breathy moans were creating a new pool of arousal in your stomach, but he was done before he could get you worked up all over again.
When he relaxed his grip, you accidentally sunk down all the way, making you both wince from the sensitivity. You were still panting and Emmett was in a similar state, but he snaked his hand around to the back of your neck and pulled you down into a kiss anyway. It was short, but still deep and passionate, leaving you even more breathless.
“I’m going to look into building higher walls for the fence so you can start tanning naked.” His lips were curled up into a poorly concealed smirk. “Just so you don’t get tan lines, obviously...” He said coyly, making you laugh.
I think I want to write more for them cause I really like their dynamic so send me some ideas <3
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Hiii😻
I’ve got an idea as well: Older husband Cillian showing his young wife how to please him properly xx
Hii, thank you for the request!<3 I am always a sucker for some older husband Cillian:)
Hands on mine
warning: age gap, first time bj, oral (m), dirty and sweet talk, nothing too filthy:)
pairing: older husband!Cillian x younger wife!Reader
summary: Cillian teaches his little wife how to please him
The marriage between them caused a bit of a stir within the crowd, the big age gap was there, but who cares as long as you are utterly in love? Their chemistry was undeniable and the sex was amazing.
But as she was soaking in her bath, she couldn’t stop thinking about one thing. Cillian was always down to keep with his younger wife’s big appetite, doing his best to please her and fuck her until both of their bodies were spent. However, he never asked for her to please him back. It’s not like she didn’t want to, she did, but she was so scared of hurting him in some way. It soothed her that he was perfectly satisfied with her pussy, but sometimes she wished that he would just grab her head and shove his cock down her throat.
Cillian was her first in everything, which meant that she never sucked cock before. She jerked him off for half minutes just before he was about to penetrate her, but nothing more.
As she thought more about it, the more she felt her mouth salivating at the thought of pleasing him. She got out of her bath, dried herself and put on a lacy tank top and cotton panties. She knew that Cill would be in the living room, reading a book on his beloved armchair.
And of course, there he was. In sweatpants and a thin shirt, his reading glasses sat on top of his nose and his face was one of concentration. God, he looked so good.
While he was lost in his book, he suddenly noticed a pair of feet padding into his peripheral vision, before he knew it, his sweet little wife was making herself comfortable on his lap, demanding his complete attention without any words. With his book now put aside on the side table, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
“Hello there, sweetheart.” He whispered into her ear. He was so smitten with her, he could smell the sweet vanilla scent of her bodywash and his hands caressed her skin that was barely covered. His brows furrowed when he noticed the slight pout on her lips. “What’s wrong?”
She moved to straddle him and moved her face close to his, she looked deeply into his baby blues and said. “I want you to teach me.”
Her closeness made his body warm up. “Teach you what, darling?” He whispered, her cotton clad pussy was sitting right on top of his hardening cock, he could even feel her warm heat.
“I want to please you, suck your cock.” She murmured shyly, which made him chuckle and caress her hair lovingly.
“Oh, my little doe, you had me worried there. But, you just want to be good for daddy, eh?” She just nodded eagerly.
“I-I want to learn how to make you feel good, because you always make me feel so good with your mouth, daddy. I want to do the same thing.” Her hand wandered down to his crotch and started palming him through the thin fabric. He hissed at the sudden contact, her clever little hands felt so good on him.
Before she could take him out, his hands grabbed her face. “Are you sure, little doe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”
She just giggled and kissed him. “I’m sure, daddy.”
“Well, then… On your knees.” He said to her in a deeper voice, the voice when she knew not to disobey him or she would be punished. In contrast to his voice, he planted a kiss on her temple, just so she knew that they could stop anytime.
She dropped to her knees and started to pull his pants down, along with his underwear. Cillian was petting her while she was doing it. “Very good, take me out, my pet.”
His demanding voice made her feel more excited to be finally doing it. When his nearly fully hard dick sprang up in her face and against his stomach, she grabbed it with her delicate hand and started jerking him off slowly. He grunted at the contact, never taking his eyes off of her. “Spit in your palm, it’s going to be better for me and easier for you.” She did as he told her and it actually was better, her hand now gilded easily up and down his member. “You can do it more tightly—“ he put his hands on hers, guiding her. “—just like that. Hands on mine, let’s go a bit faster, hm?” He put his hand back on her head when she had the perfect grip on him.
“Just stay calm and do what feels natural for you.” He sensed her nervousness.
“I-I don’t really know what to do, daddy…” She looked up at him sadly from her kneeling position and he felt his heart melting.
“Okay, so… Start with little kisses, and an occasional little licks here and there.” His voice was laced with pleasure, especially when she planted a kiss on his tip. “Oh, fuck—right there, doe, that is where it feels good for me the most.” She kept on kissing and licking at his tip, tasting the precum that was beading from his slit. His tip was smooth and warm, she enjoyed having it in her mouth. She suddenly had an idea, she ran her wet tongue from his base to his tip, when she got up to the top, she took his pulsing tip into her mouth and sucked on it. “OH—- You’re doing so good… So, so very good for daddy. Keep on sucking.” His hand tangled itself into her silky soft hair. After a few minutes, she let him slip into her mouth a bit more, with hollowing her cheeks she started to bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Her lips smiled around him when she heard his moaning and his fingers tightening in her hair, it felt so rewarding.
She still didn’t relax completely, she was constantly careful not to scrape his sensitive skin with her teeth and she was doing very well.
Feeling his palm pushing her even more down, she was trying to fight the urge to gag. She took a deep sigh and relaxed her throat, letting his big cock slip into her throat. “My god, doe, you are doing amazing! You are pleasing daddy so much!”
She deepthroated him a few times before he pulled her head off of him by her hair. He chuckled darkly when he heard her whining. “Hush, sweetheart. I’m going to show you another thing you can do to make daddy feel good.” Now she was listening with big eyes. “Touch me lower, touch my balls. Lick them, fondle them or suck them.” She lowered her hair to kiss all around his testicles. She gently palmed them and started to kiss them, occasionally letting her tongue dart out for a taste.
When his moans faltered and she got bored, her slightly swollen lips wrapped around his dick again. She let his hand dictate the pace, he was rough and gentle at the same time, something only her husband was capable of doing.
“Just a bit more, my little love.” He urged, barely being able to talk, the feeling of her warm and wet mouth all around him was swallowing him up. He didn’t let her break eye contact, he needed to see his pretty little wife to be able to cum.
He warned her before he came, giving her time to pull off, even if he wanted nothing more than to paint her mouth with his seed and have himself deep in her tummy. To his surprise, she kept on sucking on him and using her hands at the same time. Of course she would swallow, she was his good little girl who was always hungry for his load.
“I’m there! I’m coming, my darling— OHH YES!” She felt her mouth fill with his thick and warm load. She gulped it down eagerly, enjoying the feeling of her belly filling up with him. She pulled off when his meaty thighs twitched from sensitivity, then she gave him one last peck and tucked him back into his pants.
He smiled when she wiped the remaining cum off the corners of her mouth with her fingers, only to lick them clean.
He reached down and put her back in his lap, kissing her all around her face at which she giggled at. He saw that he tired her out, so he gently cooed to her.
“My good little wife, always so good to me. You did so well, the best blowie I ever got. Thank you, my darling.”
She nuzzled her face into his neck, smiling softly and enjoying his gentle caressing.
“Rest now, sweetheart. You deserve it.”
When he felt her nearly falling asleep, he kissed her hair again before picking his book up. His little wife asleep in his lap, with her tummy full of his seed, he smiled knowing that she was his.
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Every little thing you do- Master list
Tommy Shelby x reader (mini series)
Summary: Y/N has been Tommy’s best friend since childhood. She had always been there for him when he needed her the most. Now as the Shelby family are in a better position, Y/N will need Tommy’s support when something she didn’t expect happens.
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Part 7
Part 8
Special thanks to @justrainandcoffee for the gorgeous moodboard and @lyarr24 for sending the request in and boosting my inspiration ✨
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#PUTTHEMASKBACKON
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Part 2 to the Dads Best Friend! Cillian 🥺🥺
anon is referencing this fic but this can be read without reading that first!!
warnings: semi-public/car sex, secret relationship, fluffy smut, l-bombs, age gap, dad's best friend trope
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"God, I hate this," he laughed thinly, and you raised an eyebrow as you stopped moving.
"Er, jeez, not exactly what a girl wants to hear when she's riding her boyfriend," you mumbled, and he pulled you a little closer before sweetly holding your face.
"You know I don't mean that," he sighed, "I mean this-- fucking in my car."
"Really?" you smirked. "I think it's kinda hot."
"It's literally hot," he laughed, "see how you're fogging up the windows?"
"Oh, so it's my fault, then!" you noticed with a grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"Only 'cause you're making me do all the work," you accused.
"Making? No, no," he shook his head, "as I recall, you were the one who said you couldn't wait anymore, and told me to pull over somewhere so you could ride me."
"Oh, did I say that?" you feigned innocence as you flushed a bit from the memory.
"You said exactly that," he purred as he moved in to kiss your neck, "don't think I'll ever forget it." His hands found your hips and guided you to start moving again, whispering encouraging little praises into the crook of your neck: that's it, good girl, there you go...
You gasped as you picked up the pace slightly, a chill running up your back even with the aforementioned heat. "What's it you hate so much about fucking in the car, then, afraid to get caught?"
He smiled against your skin, holding you tighter. "No, fuck, that turns me on," he admitted, "I just hate it 'cause you deserve so much more, darling..."
You whimpered and held him tighter, rocking your hips faster. "Fuck," you whispered.
"You deserve a big, soft bed," he continued, "no cars or motels--"
"Or my parents' wine cellar," you reminded him.
"That was a terrible idea," he laughed softly, but it turned to a groan as he held you tighter and your walls clenched on him. "But fuck, darling, you deserve everything... no secrets, no hiding..."
You whined and arched your back. "Cill, c'mon, we can't..."
"I know," he sighed, "I know, but fuck, it's what I want. I want everyone to know. I want you in my bed every night. I want a ring on your finger--"
"Fuck!" you yelped, pushing yourself up against his shoulders. "You can't... you can't just say things like that..."
"I'm not just saying it," he insisted, grabbing your arms to keep you from moving too far away. "I told you from the beginning: if we do this, it's not just fun. You're mine."
Your face tried to muster some resistance to that, but the way you fluttered inside was obvious. He grinned and pulled you into him, hugging you tight and bucking his hips up into you until you moaned loudly.
"Fuck, I want you," he panted, "all of you. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks-- I need you."
"Cill," you whimpered as you hid your face in his shoulder.
"I love you," he continued, and you looked at him again, staring right into his eyes to try to find any proof he was lying. "I love you," he said again, softer, and you bit your lip. How were you supposed to think while he was fucking you like this?!
"I love you too," you blurted out, and you realized that was the idea: he didn't want you to think so you'd have to be honest.
He kissed you, hungry yet sweet, and you whimpered as you realized how close you were.
"Gonna come," you warned with a gasp, "fuck-- Cill, god, I--"
"Say it again," he pleaded, barely breaking away from the kiss but still opening his eyes to look at you this close.
"I love you," you moaned out again, "fuck, I love you-- yes!"
You started to shake all over, and he held you close as he fucked you through it. "So beautiful," he praised as he watched you fall apart, desperate moans getting louder than ever as your head tilted back limply.
He pulled you closer and dropped his forehead onto your chest, groaning as he came with you-- even through the tingly numbness inside you, you could feel his cock pulsing against your walls.
You both took a long time to catch your breath, maybe both realizing the conversation that was waiting for you once you returned to reality.
"Did you really mean--?" you started to ask, but he pulled you into another kiss-- less energetic than the last, you were both drained and sweaty and glowing.
When he pulled back and held your face, you didn't need to ask the question again: he meant it, you knew he did. But that just opened up a new issue.
"What are we gonna tell my parents?" you laughed breathlessly, and he smiled back at you.
"I don't know," he admitted as he kissed your cheek, "but we'll figure it out. I just can't hide you anymore."
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Soooo I was thinking Cillian X Fan! reader. He takes advantage of the fact that reader admires him sm and uses her for his pleasure…
I'm so so sorry, it took me so long but I was really really smitten with this idea! 🙇🏼♀️
Out with the dog
◇ Pairing: Dark!Cillian Murphy X younger fan!Reader
◇ Warnings: SMUT, Cilly is a perv and bit dark, DUBCON, manipulation, bit mean Cilly (?), oblivious fem reader, fluff, frustration and stress.
◇ Summary: Cillian has company during his daily walk with his dog, Scout.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I didn't proof read it... I mean I don't re-read my works normally but I just wanted to point it out this time in case I wrote some shit. Enjoy!!! Also thank you @kiss-me-cill-me for your advices and motivation! 🫶🏻
It wasn't at all what he was expecting when he left the house just to take the family dog for a walk.
The twisted thoughts and stress that had been troubling him all day had become even more insistent with the cool Dublin air and the fall of evening. His mind was really elsewhere when a soft and shy voice interrupted his trail of thoughts, making him realize that he was standing in the same spot, staring at nothing, since a while now.
"Excuse me, sir. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to bother you but... I'm a huge fan of your work and—" the voice cracked softly, the younger girl that was standing in front of him looked quite nervous and shy which made him smile slightly.
"I-I-I... sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted you" she quickly apologized, her body telling him that she was going to just walk quickly off... too ashamed of the interaction to actually look him in the eyes again.
"Don't worry..." Cillian started, waiting for her name as he removed his sunglasses, flattering his eyes softly when the dim light hit him. She was very pretty and at least 10 years younger than him for sure, he thought while taking her in.
"Y/n!... Y/n" the young woman revealed nervously, her hands shaking awkwardly, a thing that Cillian noticed immediately and that made him smile a little as soon as she tried to hide it by grabbing into her bag... both hands holding the strap making his breath get bit heavier.
He sure was stressed and frustrated, he thought as his eyes remained on her smaller hands as they moved slightly while she talked... up and down, up and down.
Gosh, he really would have loved to have them wrapped around his cock like that, he was certain that those tiny pretty hands weren't that innocent for sure.
"Beautiful name" he commented with a tiny smile in an attempt to distract himself by his pervy intrusive thoughts. He really didn't need to deal with an article of some random magazine commenting on him walking around Dublin with a noticeable hard-on after talking with a younger woman.
She sure was a pretty thing though, from her hair to her eyes down to her breasts and— he needed to keep hold on himself. What gotten into him? He never objectified a woman like that... it wasn't like him.
He needed to keep going with his walk, clear his mind, regain back the control he usually had and—
"I was actually hoping for a bit of company... would you like to walk with me?... and my dog" the proposal slipped out of the older man unconsciously, as his gaze darkened slowly, his body reacting almost animalisticly... like a hungry predator ready to eat his prey.
Fuck, he cursed in his head, looking away as he waited for a reply from her... a poor way to distract himself from her innocent presence. Poor because the wind was apparently against him as well that evening... blowing her sweet scent towards him so that his nostrils could take her even more in.
The Irishman really hoped silently for her rejection peppered with some tender excuse that could have been true or could have been false... he didn't care much.
But of course, things hadn't been going the way he'd hoped all day so why be surprised when he got a shy yes instead of an embarrassed no.
He couldn't complain though, after the stressful week he had... bit of female company could have been the cure, maybe he was able to do some kind of conversation and focus his mind elsewhere and not on her body... but rather on her brain.
...
The soft breeze started to hit them harder, the walk was going well and the small talk was pretty enjoyable, they talked about lots... changing from deep to light, from silly to serious, from sad to happy.
Cillian was really enjoying her presence, her mature thoughts and her friendly personality. His stress and tension could have flown away if it was for her.... moving lips.
Soft looking, pinkish due to the lipstick she had on and very kissable... the actor could clearly imagine them wrapped around his cock. Wetting it all with her warm mouth as her lips would have painted his bases of that pink— pink, he repeated in his head as his Adam's apple bobbed. He needed to change topic quickly and stop focusing on her goddamn lips.
"What do you think of Barbenheimer?" The Irishman asked, slapping himself mentally for the question.
Just keep walking, Cillian, focus on walking... don't look at her... and her pretty blouse that was getting opened by the wind, exposing bit more of her neckline as it moved the fabric of her shirt as well. Damn wind.
He had reached a point where he couldn't even focus on her speaking, the feeling of being on the edge was getting harder as time passed... he was sure that a little push would have made him completely loose his rational thoughts. And then that's when Scout, his dog, decided to just sprint to reach something... making him loose the lazy grip he had on the leash and make the young woman run after him.
Cillian went quickly after them, his mind trying to stay in focus as he saw her skirt rise up at every bounce she did to snatch the leash for him before anything bad could happen. He was quite sure now that she was hiding a pretty revealing underwear under that modest outfit she was wearing.
"There you go, good boy" her soft voice praised as she kneeled down to pet the dog and take the leash, too busy snuggling with him to notice Cillian's gaze on her bouncing breasts.
She wasn't wearing a bra, he cursed under his breath again, his body too warm because of the jogging, his heart drumming harder against his chest as he tried to calm down and focusing on his breathing... and not her heavy.. panting and sexy one.
When the young woman stood back up and brushed her smaller hand against his to give him the leash... Cillian's self-control reached the end
"Thank you" he murmured in a more low tone as his body started to react at his impulses.
By the way her eyes kept shining as she looked at him, he knew that with a bit of pressure he could have made her do whatever he wanted... but was it really what he wanted? He pondered as his feet made him change the route he normally took when out with Scout, leading the oblivious young woman in a dark alley.
"I agree, things are pretty different nowadays" the older actor commented as he mentioned the conversation they were having, his heart beating even faster as he thought quickly of a plan.
Was he really going to take advantage of that kind fan of him? Was he really that desperate and frustrated?
Questions kept filling his head as his eyes remained on the wet street, lost in thoughts
"Do you do this path every day?" Y/n's voice interrupted the silence, making his baby blue eyes look back at her.
Yes, he was.
"Mhhm.. but I take usually the parallel street" he informed her while looking around to be sure that they were alone. The oblivious and curious look on her pretty face was making him harder than ever, making the uncomfortable feeling become a painful one now.
As soon as the Irishman was sure that there was Noone around he let go casually of the leash, whistling to order something to Scout who... after giving a look at his master headed in a run towards the beginning of the alley, sitting there as a guard. Watching around to warn Cillian if someone would have approached.
A glance at his black dog and he acted, not letting Y/n even questioning him before pressed his plumpy lips against hers as the dark swallowed them more now that her body was pressed against the cold and humid wall.
His big hands moved eargerly to her face and neck to keep her tilted like he wanted so to facilitate the kiss he was stealing.
Her neck was soft and tempting, he could easily leave a mark if he wanted but he didn't had so much time.. so he had to take things faster than he hoped.
As the kiss broke he inhaled deeply, letting his nose brush against hers as his thumbs caressed her skin... he didn't dare to open his eyes and meet her probably wide eyes and swollen lips... his cock was already throbbing and if he did that small action he was sure that the seed he was hoping to shoot in her would have just soiled his trousers.
"Damn, darling" Cillian cursed softly, licking his lips before diving down to kiss her neck while pressing his body against hers in an attempt of finding some friction and swallow her in his lust.. caging her body against the bricks even more.
"Do you want to help me, dear?" he asked softly, stroking her neck slowly as his piercing eyes now watched her carefully, noticing the glimpse of insecurity that was in her wide beautiful eyes
"Bet you want to, hm? Or I could just go to another fan of mine. Bet they would die to have a chance like this, darling... acting less ungrateful than you" he softly threatened in his low voice. His irish accent echoing in her head as he manipulated her young mind.
Of course she wanted to help him, he was her idol and favourite actor of all times... she couldn't really risk it and watch his disappointment towards her. She didn't wanted to be faced by his oh-so famous judgy face.
But the embarrassment and hesitance were there as well... she had a dignity and couldn't just allow him to use her like that, right?
Of course, it was something she dreamed about but was she really ready for that? She didn't even try casual sex in her lige yet. But she sure didn't want him to go to another fangirl and his intense gaze was like a poker face to her... so she was stuck on not knowing whatever he was telling the truth or not.
"I don't have the whole day, darling" Cillian's low voice commented as his gaze shifted towards the spot where his dog was still sitting.
Y/n glances at him again, gulping while trying to silence the battles in her head. She really didn't know what to do, what if it wasn't like he expected or if it would turn out to be a mistake.
"Ok!... Y-Yes, I-I want to help you, Mr. Murphy" Y/n stammered out when the actor started to move away from her.
Her heart beated hard against her chest, making her breath get caught in her throat as her hands started to sweat when he hummed and undoed his pants, pulling out his hard cock without hesitation or patience.
"That's a good girl, get on your knees" his low voice ordered before he moved slowly his tip against her lips, painting them with his pre-cum as he thrusted slightly forward to let them wrap around his red tip.
"That's it... suck" Cillian's voice ordered, allowing to be teased a bit before snapping his hips forward, making her hit her head against the wall and gag around his lenght. "Fuck, love" he cursed with a growl, letting her adjust to him before starting to fuck her mouth till he nearly reached his edge.
The actor's first intention was to just burry his cock deep in her throat and cum there but as his icy eyes wandered down to her kneeled form... and stopped on her clinging thighs the need to feel her young cunt around him became a must.
With a slow motion he moved away from her, letting her breath properly as she dried her spit while catching her breath. Tears already adorning her cheeks... she really was beautiful, the man repeated to himself as a mocking coo left him.
His big hands strokes the soft flesh of her cheeks as he made her get up so that he could smash his lips back against hers, forcing a hungry, toothy kiss that luckily slowed down when she reciprocated it.
Her bare leg was hooked up at his narrow hip, allowing his cock to brush her clothed folds with his help.
He was right... she really was wearing some thing revealing panties, arousing and innocent enough to make him just want to fuck her with them on. His thick finger made its way towards her entrance, curling around the fabric to move it with ease so that it was now half-hugging his lenght... allowing her folds to wet his cock while the panties squeezed it as he thrusted.
His leaking tip kept smearing his pre-cum on her spot skin and onto the fabric of her skirt each time it touched it. The hardness of it managed to gift some attention to her clit as well while his thrusts sped up.
Cillian could feel her juices dripping from his cock down to his balls and the underwear squeeze harder around him now that he was moving them in a difference pace.
It didn't took him much to reach his own peak, his body was quickly shaking and limp against her as his warm cum decorated her clothes. He was too desperate to care or to stop himself so that he could have used her pussy to pleasure him a bit more... not that he complained. He was fully satisfied, sweat was running down his forehead as he breathed heavily against her shoulder as he slowly got down his peak, his thrusts slowing down till he was too overstimulated to receive any further touch.
"Darling... can I keep your panties?... So that I can wash them and give them back to you clean, of course" Cillian casually asked, fixing her hair in a tender manner while brushing slowly his thumb on her swollen lips, watching her panting.
Guess the destiny decided for us... we will meet soon again, darling. Just to give you back your undergarments, of course, he thoughts as he tucked himself back and fixed his clothes, ready to continue the little walk they were having previously.
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Welcome Home
Cillian Murphy x wife! Reader
Plot: Cillian was scheduled to come home after filming. When he walked through the door (Y/N) was quite shocked at what she saw…
Word Count: 918
Warning: suggested sexual themes (No spoilers) This is a work of fiction
I saw Oppenheimer the other night and, omg I hope everyone who took part in making it is proud of this film.
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It was the final weeks of filming Christopher Nolen's newest movie, Oppenheimer. It had been months since (Y/N) and Cillian had seen each other face to face, and she was ready to see him in the flesh. They saw eachother for a little bit between the ending filming of Peaky Blinders and before he left for Oppenheimer. She had flown out to set early into the filming of the movie. Then life got in the way and the only way that they could see and hear each other was through Facetime and phone calls.
She had been baking all day, and as it turned into the afternoon, she knew she needed to start on dinner. (Y/N) started prepping for one of Cillian’s favourite dishes, when she heard the door unlock and open. A shuffle of suitcases and shoes is heard from the entranceway of the home.
“(Y/N)? Are you home?” Cillian’s voice rings through their shared home.
She quickly finished up what she was cutting, and whipped her hands on her pants before running out of the kitchen to meet him.
“Cill, oh how I’ve missed you,” she says before jumping into his arms, squeezing him as she hugged him.
“Oh I’ve missed you too love,” he replies, squeezing her just as hard. They latched onto eachother and didn’t want to let go. When they finally let go of each other, she saw how much weight he had lost. She knew he was gonna lose some weight for the role, but she didn’t think he was gonna change that much.
“What is it?” he asks, a little worried at (Y/N)’s silence.
“I didn’t think you would lose so much weight,” she states. He was always fit and skinny but for his role as J. Robert Oppenheimer, he needed to lose some of the Tommy shape that he had come accustomed to over the years.
“Don’t worry love, Tommy is still here,” he says jokingly in his signature Birmingham accent. She rolls her eyes before dragging him to the bedroom. When they entered the room Cillian brought her into a deep kiss. (Y/N) tugged on his shirt, wanting it off. He gently pushes her onto the bed, giving him a chance to take it off.
“You take a shower and a nap. I’ll come wake you when dinner is ready,” she says while placing one last kiss on his lips. He didn’t let go quite yet.
“I love you,” he says as he studied his wife and placed a few kisses along her jaw and neck before letting her go.
“I love you too,” she replies before leaving the bedroom.
A few hours later, (Y/N) had finished cooking and plated everything for the two of them. She cleaned up a little, before walking back up to the bedroom to see hopefully her sleeping husband. She slowly opened the door, revealing a sleeping Cillian. His hair was still wet, revealing that he did have a shower.
She walked over to his side of the bed, sitting beside him. He slightly moved, but that was because of the sinking of the bed. She leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek.
Nothing.
Wow, he must be in a deep sleep she thought before placing a few more kisses across his face. He moved a little, but his eyes didn’t open. (Y/N) then got an idea that would truly get him up. She got up and maneuvered herself to lie on top of her husband. He let out a groan at the new weight that was added onto him. She knew he was awake now.
“Come on babe, it is time to get up,” she whispers in his ear. He moved his head to face her, which made her laugh.
Somehow he wrapped his arms around her and wrestled her underneath him. Cillian hovers over her, sleep still clear over his features.
“Dinner is ready,” she says with a smile. He just shakes his head before lowering himself onto her, repaying the favour that she just did. She groaned when the full weight of him was felt.
“Cillian, come on. Dinner is getting cold,” she states, trying to not let him fall asleep again.
“We have a microwave for a reason love,” he rebuttals, getting comfortable on her stomach. She sighed knowing he had won this round. (Y/N) adjusted herself before playing with his damp curly hair. When he was away, she missed these small moments that they shared. Leaving the hustle and bustle of everyday life and the crazy filming schedule Cillian would have to navigate. But in these moments everything goes away. It was their escape from reality for a little while.
“I love you so much Cillian,” she says before placing a kiss on the crown of his head. He looked up at her and returned the kiss on her sternum.
“I love you so much more, (Y/N),” he replies. He placed another kiss on her stomach before closing his eyes again.
“Welcome home,” she replies quietly before going back to playing with his hair, soothing him back to sleep. Leaving their dinner to cool, and to be reheated later.
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Golden Globes (Cillian Murphy x reader)
Summary: Written from the perspective of press and viewers of the golden globes; how cute are Cillian Murphy and his girlfriend Y/n L/n?! From the red carpet to his acceptance speech, look at what a mesmerising couple these two make!
Word count: 2,250
Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, very slight profanity, mostly just fluff (please let me know if I missed any)
Disclaimer: This is written purely for fictional purposes and for the sake of writing. No disrespect is intended to the real people portrayed/concerned in this scenario.
AN: Inspired by Yvonne and Cillian actually being the cutest couple ever at the Golden Globes. Also, if you catch the sneaky Succession reference: mwah!
Edit: Just watched an interview clip where he says everyone calls him Cill as his nickname and I will be gratuitously using that from now on.
Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)
Part 1: Red Carpet
“And next to arrive onto the red carpet is Cillian Murphy! He’s a favourite to win the Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Drama Motion Picture, and I mean, rightly so, he killed it in Oppenheimer!”
“Right?! And I have to say, whoever styled him tonight knew what they were doing, because mmm chef’s kiss right there.”
“For real, but knowing him he probably grabbed an old suit out of his closet and put it on, hahahah.”
“I bet he wishes, but Y/n would never let him, and there she is! Oh look how stunning she looks! For all our viewers who are unaware, that’s Y/n L/n, Cillian Murphy’s girlfriend and the other half of our favourite couple!”
“Is that a vintage Schiaparelli?! Um, someone did not come to play. Aw, look how cute they are, he refuses to let go of her hand. I want a man like that.”
“The way he smiles at her?! You can really tell they love each other, and awwww she’s blushing!!! You guyssssss, I can’t handle this.”
“Hahahah, she’s forcing him to go out and strut his stuff, how sweet. That’s the definition of a supportive partner right there, always wanting you to have your moment to shine.”
“Honestly, and like, I know we’re supposed to be watching Cillian but guys look how SHE watches him. That’s true love right there, and no one can convince me otherwise.”
“D’you remember that interview where he talked about the little gifts she gets him at the end of each of his movies?”
“Oh my god yeah, that was adorable, she makes him something small to remember each of his movies, like she knits or crochets or crafts something for him right?”
“Yeah, exactly, well apparently, since this was his sixth movie with Nolan, she made the little tokens for all the producers and like the lead team. I was in TEARS when I heard, because who is that sweet? Like who is THAT sweet to their partner’s whole team?”
“I didn’t know that, oh my god, I love her even more. No wonder Cillian loves her, I get it, I fully support it.”
“Ok, seems like Cillian’s done getting his pictures taken and- aw! He’s looking for her! Cillian, bestie, she’s right there, ok ok ok, they found each other. Look at that hug!”
“A man who adjusts the train of your dress like that to help you walk easier??? That is a man worth having, and Cillian Murphy is clearly the best man. Gosh look at the way she leans into him when they walk, and he’s just rubbing her back all soft and sweet, aaaaa I think I’m gonna melt.”
“Oo! Ok, they’re going for interviews and the next person to come up is…”
Part 1.2: Interview
“Hi Cillian! How are you feeling tonight?”
“I’m doing well thank you, a little nervous I guess, how are you?”
“I’m great! Having a lot of fun here at the Golden Globes! How did you enjoy the red carpet? Any chance to meet others yet?”
“Yeah, it’s grand, very… opulent, heh, and no! Unfortunately I haven’t had a chance to properly greet anyone yet, but I’m sure when we get inside I’ll have plenty of time for that.”
“Alright, let’s talk about your movie for a bit, how does it feel to see all the recognition it’s getting?”
“It feels deserved, you know? Everyone worked so hard on that film and put in a hundred and ten percent and it feels like people have really noticed it and seen not only the talent but the effort the team put in.”
“Were you expecting such resounding fame for the movie?”
“I mean, I definitely knew at least some people would watch it because Chris made it, hahaha, and people have recognised how amazing he is, but I guess you never really know how popular a movie is going to be until it comes out. But it’s truly amazing to see how it resonated with audiences.”
“You’ve spoken in past interviews about the importance of a strong and accepting support system for people in this line of work, how did such an intense movie fit into your life?”
“I mean, I treated it like I treat all my roles - it is a job at the end of the day - but it’s always great to have my family willing to put up with odd schedules and having to be away from home for long periods of time. My girlfriend, heh, she’s actually really great with this stuff. She always makes sure to call me while I’m away, she comes to visit as often as she can, and she just has this way of making anywhere feel like home, you know? Regardless of where I am, or what I’m doing, I can count on her, and that’s probably the best part of my life. It’s a really bad habit of hers but she stays up late with me if I have an oddly timed call or interview or whatever, just to be there with me.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet! It’s amazing the way you talk about her, she sounds like a great person!”
“She really really is. I mean, there’s some people out there who are just blessed with the biggest hearts and even just their presence can make life better, you know? And that’s her. I don’t know where I would be without her in my life to be honest with you.”
“Oh how cute! Well, we’ll let you go, tell your girlfriend how much we love her, and good luck with your award tonight!”
“Thank you.”
Part 2: The Main Event
“And the Golden Globe goes to… Cillian Murphy!” You let out a rather unholy shriek that you were sure would be caught on camera and posted all over, but you were too excited to care. You jumped up, grabbing Cillian by his shoulders and pressing your lips to his mouth and face, over and over until there were lipstick smudges across his nose.
“You did it Cill! You did it,” you whispered, rubbing at his face to try and wipe away the lipstick. He had the lightest red splotches across his nose and cheek but they mixed into the flush on his skin so you let him be after a moment. Your face hurt from smiling, your whole body buzzing because finally, finally, he had gotten the recognition he had long deserved.
“Oh boy, my first question, do I have lipstick all over my nose? Ah, I’m just gonna leave it. Um, I-I knew the first time that I walked on Chris Nolan’s set that it was different. I could tell by the level of rigour, the level of focus, the level of dedication, the complete lack of any seating options for actors, heheh, that it was-that I was in the hands of a visionary director and master. I wanna thank Chris, and Emma, for having the faith in me for-for twenty years, and six feckin pictures! So, thanks so much. Um, one of the most beautiful and vulnerable things about being an actor is that you can’t do it on your own, really, and we had the most incredible ensemble cast in this movie, it was magic, and some of them are here today. Emily Blunt, Robert Downey Jr, Matt Damon, Gary Oldman, thank you for carrying me and holding me through this movie. Um, thank you to- thank you! Uh, thank you to Dara Langley, and everyone at Universal for believing in this movie from the very beginning. Uh, oh! To all my fellow nominees - if you’re Irish or not - you’re all legends, stunning work guys, I salute you. Um, to all my reps, all my team, uh thank you so much you’re the best. To my girlfriend, you are the light of my life, the love I couldn’t live without, thank you for always being there. To my family, I’m the luckiest man, I love you, thanks so much guys!”
Part 3: Top Ten
“Hello everyone and welcome back to the ATN News youtube channel! Today we are looking at our top ten favourite Cillian Murphy moments from the Golden Globes and spoiler alert: they all have something to do with his girlfriend because, let’s face it guys, they’re our favourite unproblematic power couple! Just a reminder that we did similar videos for some other celebrities so you can check them out on our channel but let’s get started!
Number 1: When they were walking into the hall and he held her purse for her! This is a personal favourite because I love someone who notices the little things, and the fact that he just kinda slipped it from her hands?? Cuteness overload.
Number 2: This one is my personal favourite. During the break, the camera was just kinda moseying around and it caught them whispering to each other and just laughing. Look at how lovey dovey they are, leaning against each other, just whispering in each other’s ears. I really wanna know what they’re saying because I’m sure they are the most hilarious people on earth, but it’s also so intimate that I don’t wanna disturb them, you know? And she’s holding his hand in her lap aaaa! I have to move on otherwise I’m just gonna sit here and watch this all day.
Number 3: Ok, at number three we have the couple’s red carpet glam moment! After getting some solo pictures taken, Cillian had Y/n walk the carpet with him and they slayed. I mean they slayyyyyed. Their outfits were amazing, their chemistry was amazing, their poses were amazing just- amazing. The fact that she did the little heel kick in one of the pictures?? Iconic. Cillian, Y/n, if you guys are looking for recommendations I would frame the picture where Y/n’s kissing the air just before Cillian’s cheek, it’s funny and it’s cute.
Number 4: This is a moment from an interview he gave where they asked him about life with Y/n, take a listen.
“You know she’s just the best. We both have our own strengths at home and I think they fit together so well and it just works perfectly. Like, I’m terrible at D.I.Y. Just absolutely hopeless, and good or not, she’s tenacious. If she starts a project for the house, no matter how hard, she will learn what to do and she will finish it. It’s inspiring honestly. Just every little thing she does inspires me.”
Number 5: Halfway through and this might also be my personal favourite (agh I can’t choose!). When Y/n fed Cillian something from her plate?? Guys, when I saw that, I kid you not I almost melted. She just gently taps his shoulder, lifts her fork to his mouth, and feeds him. Was he too nervous to eat?? Did she notice and make sure he ate something?? Or is that just something they do? Like if you walked into their house at a random dinner time she might just randomly feed him something?? Either way, it was cute and I bet they make everyone sick with their love and I’m here for it.
Number 6: Another simple one, but when he sat back with his arm over her chair? He just kinda leaned to the side and put his arm on the back of her chair and she just kinda shifted closer into his side- and they didn’t even stop their conversations with other people! They just did it! Being that intune with someone is just nghdhm. I have no words.
Number 7: Alright, so some fan pics came out after the event of the couple leaving the venue, and look at this, he’s carrying her shoes for her!!! The pictures are a little grainy, but you can clearly see him holding the heels that she was wearing during the event while they walk to the car. She’s even carrying his award for him, what a bunch of cutiepies!
Number 8: Another one from the fan pics - and another personal favourite (leave me alone) - is those cuties dancing on the street! I think it’s near their house and the pictures capture him twirling her, and they’re both laughing so much and then they’re hugging and Cillian’s just swaying her (all while holding that Golden Globe mind you) and they just look so happy and in love. Brb, I need something to tackle this overdose of cute.
Number 9: Our second last moment is when Y/n kissed Cillian right before he went up to accept his award! Just, the scream, the kiss, the lipstick on his face, all of it is so perfect. And the fact that he left it on his face while giving his speech? Our king, have no shame, proudly show her love!
Number 10: And of course, the final favourite has to be Cillian’s speech. He was funny, he was gracious, and honestly? It was perfect. If my boyfriend called me the light of his life in a room full of famous people, on a live broadcast that like millions of people are watching, I would probably just start proposing to him at that moment. Like he really said “the love I couldn’t live without” can you imagine that kind of devotion?! I want that.
Anyway! Thanks for watching our top ten Cillian Murphy moments. Don’t forget to like and subscribe!”
AN: Yes, I did transcribe his whole acceptance speech. No further questions.
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