#cillian murphy drabble
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𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 - 𝐂𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲
Cillian Murphy x AFAB!Reader (NSFW)
Your husband decided to grow out his beard for a little while. You take full advantage of this.
warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), squirting, fingering, cum eating, beard burn
word count: 1523
author’s note: NOT PROOFREAD this is just a drabble idea I came up with and had to get out before working on WIPs lol. I fucking love beard burn and imagining it with Cillian does something to me especially when his beard isn't super long,,, anyway pls enjoy (: feedback is appreciated.
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Cillian usually kept his face clean-shaven every day, and it suited him. But when he decided to grow his beard out just to see how it looked, it was a daily test for you to not attack him like you were a predator and he was the prey. When it finally reached a respectable appearance and length, you couldn’t help but run your hands over it and your fingers through it. The beard was a ginger color despite his fawn-colored hair, but you found it endearing. You also found it incredibly sexy. It wasn’t too long, and he kept it trimmed into a neat style. Sometimes, you’d daydream about how it’d feel against the skin of your thighs. It had been a while since Cillian had gone down on you, which you didn’t mind. Nowadays, you both don’t have much time for intimacy, but when you do, it’s immediately down to business.
One morning, Cillian is getting out of the shower, and you’re lounging on the bed. You have already taken your shower, so you’re flipping through a book you’ve been reading. You watch as your husband prepares to shave his neck where the stubble has grown noticeable. Getting up from the bed, you walk to the bathroom, where Cillian stands at the sink. Watching as he delicately shaves himself, you wrap your arms around his torso, careful not to undo the towel around his waist.
“Time for a little maintenance, hmm?” you rest your head on his shoulder, watching his movements through the mirror.
“Yep,” he says, leaning his head up to get underneath his chin.
“I think it looks sexy,” you run your hands along Cillian’s stomach and chest, feeling him vibrate as he chuckles.
“I know you do,” he glances at you in the reflection, “You can’t keep your hands out of it.”
You comb your fingers through his damp hair, “So what? I can’t admire my handsome husband?”
Cillian laughs through his nose, finishing shaving. He shakes his head as he rinses off the razor in the sink filled with water, “Didn’t say that, love.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“I can tell by how you look at me that you love it,” Cillian smirks.
“Is that so?” you hum, “You won’t do anything about it.” you pull away from him and teasingly cross your arms.
Cillian drains the sink, resting his weight on his hands on either side of it, “Get on the bed.”
“What?”
“I said for you to get on the bed, sweetheart. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Cillian says, a playful warning look on his face.
You do as told, jumping onto the bed and laying against the pillows, legs crossed over one another and your hands intertwined across your stomach. You patiently wait for Cillian to come to the bed, watching him drop his towel before stepping into a pair of underwear. For a moment, you wish he’d just drop the towel and leave it at that. He climbs onto the bed, crawling over you and sitting beside your legs. Cillian places his hands on your thighs, running his palms up and down the skin there before pushing them apart. Cillian pulls down your lounge shorts, revealing this morning’s choice of underwear. A lacy pair of black ones that leave only a little to the imagination. Cillian traces the patterns in the lace on your mound, avoiding touching you directly. Your hand reaches down and lovingly pets Cillian’s hair as his eyes meet yours. He sneaks his fingers underneath the lace and pulls them down your legs, discarding them as he repositions himself back between them.
“Spread them further for me, babe,” Cillian says, and you obey, letting your legs open wide.
Cillian’s eyes darken as he stares at your glistening pussy, all exposed and ready for him to devour. He delicately runs his thumb over your clit, pushing your hood up and back from it to fully expose it. You moan quietly at the feeling, and Cillian uses his other hand to open your lips even further before circling your clit with his tongue slowly. You can feel his beard tickling the sensitive skin of your thighs, much like how you figured it’d feel in your daydreams. Your cunt is spread as open as it can go, your legs unable to clamp around Cillian’s head. He ensures you can’t move your legs at all, hooking his arms around your upper thighs with his total weight on them. Cillian begins to lap at the fully exposed bundle of nerves, swirling and flicking his tongue against it. You feel yourself getting impossibly wet at the stimulation and the roughness of Cillian’s beard that is able to reach your inner thighs. He becomes more vigorous, shaking his head and moving it around as he licks, his facial hair scrubbing your skin.
“Feels so good,” you manage to whimper, your fingers curled firmly in your husband’s hair.
Cillian hums, the vibrations hitting your clit perfectly as he sucks it into his mouth. He lets his teeth graze it as he releases it from his lips, letting his tongue slip downward toward your weeping entrance. Cillian starts to lap at the gathered arousal, letting his tongue fuck into you. If you could move your hips, you would. But the way he is pressing his weight onto your thighs keeps you from being able to move much. Cillian’s eyes meet yours again, and you let his darkened irises bore into yours as he tongues at your spongy walls. He moves a hand out from around your thigh, shifting your leg onto his shoulder as he lightly pinches your bundle of nerves between his fingers. You cry out, wishing you could grind against his face.
“Cill,” you gasp as he rolls your clit between his fingers, “Please.”
He raises his eyebrows at you, not letting his tongue leave your cunt.
“I wanna ride your face,” you beg, pushing his other arm off from around your thigh.
Cillian then grabs your other leg and places it on his shoulder, sitting up as he motions for you to slide him a pillow. He puts it under your back, letting your pelvis tilt upward at a different angle. Cillian digs his fingers into your thighs, his beard now flush against them as he runs his tongue up your slit and around your clit again. He shakes his head as he flattens his tongue against you, his spit mingling with your endless arousal. The mixture is coating his facial hair, causing it to spread along your inner thighs. The delicious burn of his hair scraping against you turns you on even more as you move your body up and down on Cillian’s tongue. He reaches a hand out to prod at your entrance, letting two fingers easily slip inside you. You let out a high-pitched moan at the stretch, your hips stuttering as you grind on Cillian’s face and fingers.
“So good for me,” Cillian mutters, pulling away from you to focus on fucking you with his fingers, “Thighs all red from my beard. Is this what you wanted?”
You nod, wordlessly slamming yourself on Cillian’s fingers as he adds a third, letting them thrust into you simultaneously. You couldn’t focus on forming words as the growing warmth in your belly outweighed every other sense. Cillian bites harshly at your thighs, where redness is already showing. The sound of your arousal and Cillian’s spit squelching around his fingers fills the room with his quiet pants and your wanton moans. He watches as your cunt leaks onto the sheets, and he adds a fourth finger, fucking you with his hand without any signs of stopping. You cry out, fucking yourself onto Cillian’s hand as hard as you can, your orgasm creeping up on you. He sucks your clit between his lips, harshly suctioning the bud and flicking his tongue against its tip. Cillian curls all four of his fingers inside you against your g spot, causing you to quickly unravel. You let out a guttural moan, feeling yourself gush around his fingers and onto his face. You look down at Cillian, who isn’t letting up on his thrusts, repeatedly brushing his fingertips along your spot inside, making your body quiver as another squirting orgasm comes over you. He graciously laps up your arousal, his beard and perfect lips glistening.
“God,” you gasp, letting your body relax into the bed as Cillian pulls his hand out of you, his mouth still attached to your soaked pussy, licking up everything he can.
“I should eat you out with this beard all the time if you’re gonna cum like that,” Cillian sucks off his fingers.
You grab his wrist, stopping him before he can entirely clean off his fingers and take them into your mouth. The taste of yourself and Cillian’s saliva coats your tongue as your eyes meet his. Cillian groans, the bulge in his underwear becoming more painful at the sight of you tasting your own squirt.
“Don’t think we’re done,” you chuckle as you nibble at Cillian’s fingers, “It’s your turn to lay down now.”
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omg cill won a golden globe!! him and younger reader celebrate?? idk 😭
I'm very proud him! we all are 🥺
Gif credit: @edward-munson
Warnings: swearing, face fucking, rough sex
It almost didn't seem real, it was almost like a dream but it was indeed real. You were standing there in your best dress clapping hard enough that your hands felt like they were going to fall off with tears in your eyes as Cillian stood there holding his golden globe. He was a little shy before he started talking. Everyone sat down for a minute as he gave his speech but what caught you off guard was hearing him say your name out loud.
"Darlin, please stand up!" Cillian moved his hand in an upwards position and you stood up to his motion. "Ya see tat lovely lady right there, she's me world! Helped me through out the ups and downs! Never left me side durin ta hard times! She's da best person I know, I love you!" You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands as the rest of the table decided to group hug you as if you won the award, but you did in a way! Cillian was the best boyfriend you've ever had. The rumors the paps had made about you being a gold digger since Cillian is twenty one years older than you were now put to rest with his speech. He finished up his speech by thanking the rest of the cast and crew along with a little speech to Christopher as well. As he came off stage everyone was clapping and cheering him on when you ran up to him and cupped his face to plant a big wet kiss on his nose before kissing him proudly on the lips.
Cillian looped his arm with yours and lead you back to the table before pulling out your chair for you. You held his hand the rest of the night. You clapped for Robert when he won best supporting actor , you made a face at the terrible Barbie "joke" and so did Cillian. The rest of the night carried on and you laid your head on his shoulder to which Cillian kissed the top of your head. Once the night was over the two of you made your way outside so he could take his photos with the award but when he seen you standing off to the side he pulled you over with him because you needed to be showed off! He handed you his award . "See not only did I win, I really won!" He kissed your face making you blush and giggle before he grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way towards the car so you could get to the hotel.
"I'm very proud of you." You spoke up once the two of you were in the back of the car. Cillian leaned in and kissed you hard. Your hands rested against his chest while you moved your lips against his slowly. His tongue pressed against your lips making you part them so he could slide in. Your skin felt hot as his finger tips brushed against the back of your neck so he could pull you in closer. The metal of your ruby necklace felt cold as your body temperature rose. Lucky for you the hotel was a short drive away because if you had spent another minute in that car, that driver would've gotten a show.
Cillian held your hand tightly making way through the paps that were taking pictures, calling your names and yelling questions. You just waved and smiled until the two of you were inside the lobby and making your way to the elevator. His hands wrapped around your waist while his lips attacked your neck. The little ding let you know that you were where you needed to be. The two of you made your way into the bedroom and Cillian quickly had you in his arms once again before throwing you back onto the bed.
His breath was hot against your mouth as he kissed your lips making his way down your jaw line, the side of neck and down to the top of your breasts. Cillian sat you back up to help take off your dress leaving you in a matching set that hugged you in all the right places. His mouth watered as you unhooked your bra , tossing it at him which drove Cillian wild.
"Tonight's all about you daddy." Your words were laced with sex appeal while you dropped down to your knees. Your hands ran over his thighs before unzipping his pants and yanking them down along with his boxers.
"Fuck!" Cillian hissed as the cold air hit his hard cock. You smiled up at him while pulling off his boxers. He carefully stepped out of the pile of clothes around his ankles before looking down at you with those devilish blue eyes that made your thighs squeeze together. Cillian stood there stroking his cock above you making you pout because you wanted his cock, you wanted to please him and he knew it, but he wanted to tease you.
"Open pretty girl" he pushed the head of his cock past your lips and down your throat just a little before pulling right back to which you pouted your lip at him. "Don't ya worry honey..." Cillian slid his cock back down your throat until he hit the back of it making your eyes water. Your hands flew up and grabbed his thighs while he started fucking your face. He knew this was about him and when it was about him you allowed him to do anything he wanted. Tonight was a special night and you had promised him that if he won you'd let him do this.
"Good girl! Takin me fuckin cock like a whore! Me whore!" He grunted while pulling on your hair hard and thrusting hard down your throat with spit dribbling down your chin you were the most beautiful thing he had his eyes on. You sat on knees holding still as possible while he held your head. Your thighs were sticking together from all the wetness pooling in your panties. Cillian pulled out enough to let you breathe. Your lips were swollen and covered in spit, your eye make up had been cried off and the spit and dribbled down onto your chest.
"Up!" Cillian helped you up onto the bed, got you on your back and climbed on top of you. Your lips covered into a smile as Cillian lined the head of his dick up to your pussy and pushed in slowly while holding his hand on your stomach.
"I love you!" You blurted out. It wasn't the first time you said that but it was the first time you said it during sex. Cillian stopped his movement, looked down at you with a soft smile and stroked your cheek. "I love you too." Cillian leaned down and kissed you softly. His lips moved in sync with yours while your hands wrapped around his back and pulled him closer which made his dick go deeper inside of you. Your mouth gasped open so Cillian slid his tongue inside of you making you cry out in pleasure into his mouth. He lifted up his hips before smashing back down into yours. Cillian wasn't holding back anymore! He kissed you hard while holding up your legs so he could hit the angle you liked so much.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as Cillian pounded hard into you. Your moans and whimpers were loud. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly while grunting and cursing under his breath which made you wetter by the second. Your hand ran down between your legs and rubbed your clit. Cillian smacked your hand away to replaced it with his hand, only he could touch you at that moment.
"Cill! You're gonna make me cum!" You pleaded.
"Do it pretty girl! Make a mess of me cock!" Cillian was getting close too. Both of you were panting messes. Your orgasm hit you hard as you squeezed his cock and cried out his name. That was enough for Cillian to have his own orgasm. Cillian held your legs up in the air, looked down into your eyes and came deep inside of you while moaning out your name. He kept eye contact with you when he finished before slowly pulling out, but you stopped him half way.
"No! Keep it in!" You blurted out making Cillian raise an eyebrow. He slowly slid back in making his cum get pushed back inside of you. He laid down on top of you resting his head on top of your sticky chest. Your fingers played with his hair as the two of your laid there smiling ear to ear.
"I really do love you darlin. Every inch of ya, yer me girl ."
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Unwanted lust: drabble (series 'My Dads Friend') ˢᵐᵘᵗ
Her bare thigh rested on his torso, her tiny shorts covering barely her cunt which was still hidden by a... soft silky thong.
He could reach her so easily, his hand could have traveled down from the position where it was resting... massaging small circles on her lower back, down to her ass. He could have grabbed her flesh there and knead a bit, making her wetter thanks to his touch and then... then his thick fingers could run across her folds, he could have moved the fabric so easily and touched her entrance with the tip of his fingers.
He could roll on a side carefully as not to wake her up and... lower his pajamas pants, freeing his erection without issues since he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock would have pressed perfectly on her little pussy... probably on her clint first and then, with a little thrust and a help, his tip would have entered in heaven.
But he couldn't... no, he couldn't.
He needed to focus his mind elsewhere and stop thinking at his best friend's daughter like that.
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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 3
Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles
Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles x Tommy Shelby
She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.
Tommy was a man with a way with words, but his charisma came with a large dose of anger. He strolled into the smoky bar, where the smell of cheap whiskey and the muffled chatter of patrons seeking refuge from the realities of life lingered in the air. In the dim light, he spotted you - a woman with a sense of mystery to match his own.
You were struggling through a cheap packet of cigarettes, the smoke clinging to you like a rebellious halo. In your eyes, shaded by a cascade of dark curls, was a world of stories yet to be told. Tommy couldn't resist the pull, like a moth drawn to the flicker of a distant flame.
With a confidence that bordered on audacity, Tommy took the seat next to you at the bar. The barman gave him a warning look, but Tommy was used to living on the edge.
"Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect," he said with a grin, his eyes fixed on yours. "Sounds like the perfect combination for a night of trouble."
You chuckled, a sound that echoed through the haze of the bar like a whispered secret. "You think you can handle trouble?"
Tommy leaned back, the dim light casting shadows on his rugged features. "Darlin', trouble and I have been dancing partners for as long as I can remember."
You studied him for a moment, your gaze probing the layers beneath his charming facade. With a flick of your fingers, you signaled the bartender. Two glasses appeared, filled with amber liquid that glowed like liquid fire.
As you clinked glasses, you spoke, your words laden with a hint of challenge. "Let's see if you can keep up with this mix of hard liquor and intellect."
The night unfolded like a noir film, with Tommy and the you engaged in a verbal joust, each sentence a subtle move in a carefully orchestrated dance. Your words were a blend of sharp wit and unspoken desires, creating a symphony that resonated through the smoky air.
Between sips of whiskey and the rhythmic tapping of ash from your cigarette, you shared fragments of your life story. A tale of resilience, of battles fought and scars earned. Tommy listened, his own narrative woven into the tapestry of the night. You were kindred spirits, two souls navigating the murky waters of existence.
As the hour grew late, the bar's patrons began to thin out, leaving only the lingering remnants of smoke and the pulsating energy between Tommy and yourself.
You stubbed out the last of your cigarette and stood, your eyes holding a mix of challenge and invitation. "Hard liquor and intellect, Tommy. Are you ready for the next chapter?"
With a half-smile, he followed you into the shadows of the night. The city streets were quiet, the echoes of your footsteps reverberating in the silence. Together, you both walked the fine line between chaos and connection, two lost souls finding solace in the ephemeral dance of a single night.
And so, in the dimly lit streets, under the watchful gaze of a flickering streetlamp, Tommy and you disappeared into the tapestry of the city, leaving behind a night that would linger in their memories - a blend of hard liquor, intellect, and the shared understanding that some connections are forged in the crucible of the unexpected.
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This seems fun!! I wish you would write a fic where... Reader & Cillian are in college?!?! and he asks her out on a date they have thier first kiss!!
Sweethearts
Okay, so this is more than a drabble but less than a one shot!
Part of this post that I reblogged - send in a prompt & i'll add it to my list!
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Cillian was nervous to approach her, they'd been moving in the same friendship circle for years, but second year of college he'd started seeing her differently, the way she'd bite at her lip when she was concentrating, the way she'd throw her head back and laugh with her friends, the scrunch of her nose when she got an answer wrong in class.
Recently they'd been gravitating towards one another, whether it was during breaks or the walk home, nights out or house parties, they would end up together talking about music and films and how one day they'd do something to make a difference in the world.
Cathal had urged him to go for it, just ask her on a date what was there to lose? Cillian had scoffed his pride? Cathal wasn't having any of it, he'd seen the way she looked a Cillian, like he had hung the moon and the stars just for her.
So before the night got too out of control and she could accuse him of being drunk, he'd approached her, asked to speak to her outside, giving him a smile she asked him to help her up off the bean bag she had occupied next to Dermot.
He didn't let go of her hand, leading her outside into Cathal's back garden "what is it Cill?" she looked confused, he took a deep breath licking across his lips "ah fuck, you've made me nervous" he laughed shaking his head
She squeezed at his hand, "it's me we can talk about anything" her smile spurs him on, he's holding both her hands now "was wondering if you would want to go on a date, with me?" He wanted to look away didn't want to witness her face when she rejected him.
But, a beaming smile took over her whole face, she looked so wonderful as she bit at her lip "I thought you'd never ask, of course I would"
He can't help but smile, "can I kiss you?" He asked, he didn't expect the quick nod of her head, he let go of her hands so he could cup her cheeks, dipping his head he pressed his lips gently against hers.
He felt her body relax into him, her arms snaked around his shoulders, he licks into her mouth, tongues pressed together, his hands falling to her waist to keep her against him.
Cillian pulled away first, to catch his breath she hadn't pulled away from him, she looked up at him with a giddy smile.
"Can we go back in? It's cold" she giggled, Cillian nodded, taking her hand again, he stopped before they enter the madness of the lounge area.
“Does this mean you want to be my girl?” He asked cursing himself for being so cheesy, but she giggled at him, fingers linked with his “of course I want to be your girl”
Cillian feels like everything he's ever wanted has finally come to him, she looked up at him again, biting her lip, pressed onto her tiptoes to brush her lips with his, his arm looped round her back to keep her steady.
They only broke apart at the sound of the crowd in the living room getting louder and Cathal is cheering behind them because ‘finally we've all been waiting for this!’
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Mar, welcome back, darling! I love your idea about writing fics based on Adele songs! I'd like to propose a fic based on "When We Were Young" bc it seems like an extension of your series The Photoshoot. Do with that what you will!
Hello my dear Lee! I’ve saved the last Adele request for a while, waiting for the perfect moment (I adore this song!) so I decided to add this as another tribute to my Grandma series 👵🏻✨ I’m so glad you chose it because it’s one of the favorites!
Is set after the Golden Globe awards, but I kept it spoilers free 🤭
“When we were young”
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TOMMY HAS YOU TIED TO THE BED
Pairing - Tommy Shelby - fem!reader
Warnings - Bondage, p in v, rough, dub con.
Word count - 500+
Notes - Yayyyyy Tommy. Little drabble because he is a such a complex character to me.
As the door creaked open, Tommy couldn’t help but to smirk to himself. Right where he left you. Wrists bound to the bed frame as your head sloped over during your uneasy slumber, the bed sheets hardly covered your exposed, marked body. His heavy footsteps woke you as he headed to his mini bar whilst shredding off his jacket.
“Enjoy your night?” You sneered, your throbbing head undulated as your body felt weak.
“It was decent” Tommy replied coolly, his back to you as he poured himself a double shot of whiskey and walked over to you. “But I longed to return home to you” he admitted as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you.
“Lucky me” you grinned sarcastically, your eyes lingered on the tumbler, it triggered your dry throat to pulsate.
“Thirsty?” He inquired, an innocent smile on his lips.
You nodded gently and leaned yourself towards the glass. But he swapped it to his opposing hand and held it away from the bed. As you pouted to him, Tommy laughed in a dark tone as he placed it on the bedside table. Gradually, Tommy climbed on top of you and leant his head close to yours, your noses brushed against each other.
“Then be a good girl for me tonight, eh?” He whispered, the scent of alcohol suffocated your smell.
Tommy pulled the sheets off of your bare skin and admired the markings that he had given you within the past day. It gave him a sense of complete ownership, your body was for his taking. He tugged his shirt over his head and threw it aside.
“You can’t keep me here forever” you grumbled.
The fresh scratches on his chest were still yet to heal, it was his own fault, he miscalculated your strength. Tommy leant down and kissed you deeply, you compelled, not wanting another bruised mark on your skin, your hands naturally tugged at the rough rope, as they urged to wrap themselves around his upper body.
Tommy freed his throbbing length with one hand and caressed your torso with the other. His fingers ran over your swollen entrance and you gulped, unsure if your body had recovered from earlier today.
“By the time I untie you, you won’t want to leave” he smiled as he pressed the sides of your faces together. Steadily, he lined up his tip to your entrance.
“Cocky gypsy bastard” you moaned as you felt his length slowly push inside your wet canal.
There was a quick moment of silence as Tommy focused on pushing himself completely inside of you first. Slowly, he slipped in inch by inch to tease you. Done so to purely enjoy your soft, sweet moans.
“And your father is a cocky Irish scum. Which led you here, right beneath me” Tommy countered eventually. There was no counter argument from you, to hell with both of them. “Might as well get used to me, he won’t want you anymore when he finds out what you’ve been up to. He might shoot you for treason” Tommy chuckled cruelly, his hands pulling up your hips from the mattress as your legs wrapped around his waist.
“Fuck you Tommy” you hissed, as you tugged on the restraints and turned your face away from his in anger.
“You’re doing that right now sweetheart” Tommy snickered as he nibbled on your earlobe, picking up his pace without care.
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i would kill for a cillian murphy as robert fischer fic or neil lewis from watching the detectives from you! ur stuff is amazing <3
This is literally so sweet tysm ml <3 Apologies for how long this took! I honestly really enjoyed writing this so im definitely open to writing more neil stuff! Based on the ending, i might do a follow up? (if you guys want that please let me know!) Anyway, hope you enjoy! :)
Light Entertainment
Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader
! Smut Warning !
Tags: Oral (F receiving), P in V, Riding, Tit Sucking, Praise
"God," Neil snorted, shifting beside you, "This is fucking terrible." His eyes loosely exploring your choice of film, one he had rather immediately deemed 'shitty.'
And truthfully, you were inclined to agree.
"Alright alright, bit extreme." You chastised, "I couldn't find anything I actually wanted to watch so I just picked something.. random."
You admitted as you studied the terrible old tape play out on screen, sighing as old-timey voices completely butchered their lines.
"You'd rather pick something you hadn't even heard of than let me pick?" Neil's head snapped round, face painted with severe offence.
"Absolutely." You chortled, beyond shameless. "I wasn't missing out on the rare occasion you agree to let me pick."
"Yeah well, remind me to never do that again." He exhaled heavily, grinning far more enthusiastically than you'd have liked.
You tossed a light, warning smack to his arm, his amusement only expanding, "Sorry, sorry!"
"Now," You huffed, pointedly making a gesture of crossing your arms across your chest, "If you don't mind, I'd like to watch this piece of cinema without your snarky, shithead blabbering. Thank you."
"Oh, would you?" Neil scoffed, "You're seriously enjoying this?"
"Yes, it's.." You struggled helplessly for a follow up, watching as the tv screen rolled more abhorrent dialogue between characters with void personalities. Honestly, you couldn't name a single one. "It's.. very entertaining."
He chuckled to himself, shifting ever so slightly nearer, "Right, right.." His warm, curious hands drifting under your woven blanket, getting dangerously closer to the heat between your thighs as he surpassed your skirt, "So you wouldn't.. prefer this?"
Your breath caught in your throat, words halted as a tender fingertip pressed against your clit.
You slipped a sweet, soft whimper as Neil began tracing supple circles round your clit through the dampening fabric of your underwear, filling your stomach with flutters. It was blatantly clear by the look on his face that his enjoyment was just as intense as yours.
It was a relief to be granted a new focus, your stubbornness to the film growing tiring. You couldn't help but revel in his touch, allowing your eyelids to flicker shut.
Your skin prickled at the familiar sound of his low chuckle, "No no, you keep those eyes open. I wouldn't want you to miss a single second."
Your eyes snapped open once more, and although they couldn't seem to find a place to stop, Neil's were unbudgingly glued to your face, his agile fingertips unrelenting beneath the blanket.
Exhaling, you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter with each passing, torturously light stroke to your cunt.
Without drawing eye contact, Neil raised from his seat beside you, gradually lowering himself between your legs.
Your arousal only steepened as both skilful hands crept to the blankets very edge, flinging it from your lap.
Purposefully slowly, you parted your thighs, skirt riding further up as you did so. A low, hoarse groan fled Neil's lips as your soaked panties met his eyeline. The lustful noise sent a shiver coursing down your spine, a little dose of smugness dizzying your head.
"Oh, just look at you.." He praised, lacking any hesitation in directing himself to the waistband of your underwear and bringing them to a pool around your ankles.
Hands splayed over your ass, he tugged you in one swift, greedy motion towards his face. Your stomach flipped with anticipation at the jolt, and suddenly his head was buried between your thighs.
His tongue licked torturously slow, teasing stripes up your bare cunt, as though savouring your taste was all he craved. A satisfied smirk etched across Neil's lips, the warmth radiating against your sensitivity. A desperate moan spilled from your throat as his mouth finally breached your folds, sucking your clit between his lips so softly.
"Fuck.." You exhaled, breath quavering, legs trapping his head amidst their heat, wetness coating your inner thighs.
"Just soaking my tongue, aren't you?" He grumbled, taunting the swell of your clit with the tip of his tongue, playing shamelessly with your sensitivity.
The tv blared as Neil's hunger spiked, working at a ferocious pace between your thighs, drawing endless pleasures from your mouth as your back arched, sodden cunt pressing right to his tongue.
"So responsive, mm?" He chuckled once more, balmy breath stroking over your sensitivity as his tongue tormented your entrance, swirling flawlessly around as you quivered against his cheeks.
"Neil.. I can't.." You practically whined, flooded with the desperation for his teasing to end.
Leaning back from between your legs, Neil's bright, glinting eyes flitted up to your own as he swept the pad of his thumb over the slick pillow of his lower lip, sporting a mock frown.
Slumping back against the couch, he wasted no time in adjusting you to straddle his lap, the prominence of his bulge digging into you from beneath his dark, strained jeans. With a sense of guidance, he began rocking your bared pussy against him, length twitching as the feel of you seeped through his clothes.
Snaking one large, kind hand to cup your jaw, he stroked with a single thumb, feeling your flushed skin melting against his palm. His lips drifted to your neck, sucking rather harshly as his vacant hand was utilised, unbuckling his jeans as his hard, aching cock sprung free. Neil's focus jumped to scouting around his pocket, almost immediately yanking out a small, flimsy packet that he tore with the ease of one tiny rip.
A sweet, breathy laugh floated from your lips, "You always have one of those?"
He shot you a playful grin, fumbling slightly as he rolled the condom down onto himself.
He angled the unattended, begging pulse of his tip with your drenched entrance, his eyes fluttering for just a moment as he lowered you onto him with a sharp groan. Your own eyes followed suit, lids temporarily screwing together as you revelled in the feeling of him stretching you.
"Let me see those pretty tits." Neil groaned, ridding you - impressively fast - of the vast inconvenience of your top, tossing your bra right afterward.
"Mine." He inhaled, bringing his face to the plush of your naked chest, each hand cupping your breasts, the soft flesh pressed impossibly close to his face. Upon an eager, somewhat abrupt buck of his hips, a strained breath slipping your mouth as his length hit inside you.
His sweet, plush lips engulfed one nipple, circling his tongue around the stiff peak before releasing it with a light 'pop'.
"Please.." You mewled as his pelvis jerked against yours, throbbing gently between your soaked, clenched folds, perfectly filling your pussy with each deeper reaching thrust.
"Feels good, huh baby?" He chuckled, still gently cupping your exposed breasts, a single, thin strand of hair falling before his eyes, coming looser as his fix trailed over to attend to your opposing, untouched nipple.
You began bouncing softly to the rhythmic bucking of Neil's hips, developing your own pace as Neil allowed your rhythms to merge. Once again, he drew your pebbled nipple between his lips, tongue flicking at the tender, stiffened peak, his low groan vibrating against your chest as the pair of you quickened.
"You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" He whispered against the smooth, inflicted warmth of your breasts, giving them a greedy squeeze, his slender digits toying with your nipples, eyes wandering over your face as though nothing could compare to the sight before him. Shallow moans danced between the two of you, slick, sultry bodies rocking together against the couch cushions, "Is that such a bad thing?"
"I never said it was." Neil grinned, pulling your lips into a messy, rather impatient embrace, tongues winding against one and other with matched yearning.
Your walls contracted with each desperate bounce, feeling a hand glide from your chest to your fluttering pussy, taking zero hesitation in pressurising the drastic swell of your clit, features painted by a blatant smirk as he observed your face contorting with pleasure only he was providing.
"Oh, fuck-" You uttered, entirely overwhelmed by the combined sensations of his fingers working on both your nipples and clit, his thick cock filling you further and further with each rock of your pelvis.
A hoarse, breathy groan fell from Neil's lips as he lost himself in the feeling of you, digits stroking your arousal just a little faster as the opposing hand took a keen rest on your behind, allowing himself to better embrace the feeling of it against his skin. He offered your ass a small, restrained squeeze as the both of you grew closer and closer.
"That's it baby, just like that.." He praised, length quivering between your tight, eager clenches. Suddenly, your release hit with the force of a tidal wave, coursing through your aching body as the firmly-wound coil in your stomach finally snapped.
At that, Neil slipped a rather loud, ragged moan, hips jerking up scruffily as he came undone, thighs twitching as did yours, both palms slowly caressing the flushed skin of your ass.
With an amused, clearly out of breath chuckle, Neil pressed his forehead to yours with the assistance of his charming, hopelessly bashful grin, "Maybe we should make our own movie.”
Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the requests/asks feature on my page - it’d be so greatly appreciated!
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NIGHTLY SORROWS | THOMAS SHELBY
pairing: thomas shelby × reader
tw: grief (reader is dead), angst
word count: 724
masterlist: all characters
a/n: this is more of a drabble, just a little something i wrote before bed. italics signal a flashback/memory.
Far into the winter, all of Birmingham was covered in fog and cold. The houses were dimly illuminated by the bleak sunshine during the day, then engulfed by darkness in the later hours, and Arrow House was no exception, looking and feeling particularly gloomy. Despite all efforts done by staff to make it warm and hospitable for its owner, the most important part of it was lost forever, and could never be replaced- you.
The clock on the bedside table read one o'clock. Tommy sat in what was once your shared bed, now only his. His mind was playing tricks on him yet again, clouding his conscience with visions of you, the feeling of longing and regret leaving a bad taste on his tongue.
No matter the circumstances, Thomas Shelby wouldn't ever say he is an emotional or sensitive man. With all the horrors he's seen, all the men he's brutally murdered, the business he leads, there was just no space in his life for feelings. Even so, that doesn't mean they didn't plague him- in fact, they took over his mind at every given chance. Every time he let himself breathe and relax his muscles, he was taken there, to a place where you exposed the thoughts and emotions buried the deepest in his consciousness.
"Tom?" you called, a smile painted on your face. Oh, this was one of his favourite memories. "Look, I want you to see this." your request caught his attention, making him glance up at you, taking notice of the new garments on your frame. "What do you think?" you gestured at your outfit. "The seamstress finished it earlier today. I'm thinking of wearing it the charity event next week."
If only he didn't take you to that ball...
"It looks perfect. you're always beautiful, love." Tommy replied, watching you change back into your nightgown, joining him in bed- back when it was still both his and yours to share.
"Fuck." he spoke in a low, tired tone. He had to get his shit together, stop reminiscing, he thought to himself. Well, perhaps later he would- for now, he wanted to keep you around, in whatever way possible.
The hours went by as Thomas drowned himself with work in the office, a poor attempt to drown out the thought of you. He got up from his chair, dragging his tired self to the cabinet and pouring himself a glass of whisky. Sitting behind the desk again, he drank up the contents of the glass in one uninterrupted take, setting it on the wooden desk quite harshly.
For a second, his head was empty. Then, there you were- the vision of your ghost like an oasis sighting to him. You took a step closer to him, standing behind the office desk as you rested your hands on his shoulders, earning a relieved sigh from Tommy, who leaned into your touch almost desperately.
"Did you miss me, darling?" Your voice was like medicine to his soul, making the pain drift away while he heard it- except it made his heart ache even more after, when he was reminded you weren't truly there anymore.
"Everyday, love." He replied with a tormented tone.
"You know you can't keep living like this, Tom. Our son needs a father." You spoke softly. "He needs you."
"There's no joy in this house without you, (y/n). Charlie misses you just like me, everyday."
You remained silent for some time, offering comfort with your touch rather than words. Tommy accepted every gesture of yours, taking every second he could get with you.
"It's not your fault, Tom. There was nothing you could do to prevent that bullet from reaching me." You spoke up again, kneeling down until your lips reached his ear. "Do you remember my last request to you, just before I died?"
"To be good to Charlie, take care of him." The expression on his face was pained as he answered your question, reminding him of your last moments on earth.
"Exactly. Have you gotten him a horse yet?"
"Yes. I bought him one for Christmas, a good breed."
"That's good. Be patient with him, Tom. He's got a strong-willed spirit like yours."
Tommy felt your lips on his cheek, looking up to see your face. But just like that, you were gone once more.
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Pretty Eyes
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warning: None
A/n: Well, it’s been a hot minute, but I really just had an urge to write again. Sorry if this sucks, it's my first piece since trying to get over my writer's block but I feel pretty good about it.
All it took was a drunken compliment for Tommy Shelby to change his mind about his opinion on love and all it took was the help of one fortune teller to realise he couldn’t never lose that love.
Tommy believed he was man that couldn’t be loved, he believed that he didn’t deserve someone that would cherish him, but you made it your mission to change his mind. You had met Tommy not long after he returned from the war, you applied for the position of his secretary, and he couldn’t refuse once he saw your skills with a typewriter. You of course immediately thought he was a very attractive man, it was undeniable, but you’d be a fool not to notice his cold exterior. After months of working for Tommy, you had tried to get closer to Tommy, the furthest you had got was he now accepted you calling him ‘Tommy’ instead of ‘Mr Shelby’, but it was extremely hard to break through the walls he had put up. It wasn’t until one night after work at the Garrison that you finally broke down a wall.
“Tommy!” You heard Arthur call out to his brother as he entered the bar, you were sat next to John in the private while Arthur had gone out to get the table more drink, stated that he wanted to stretch his legs. You had already had a few and were a bit tipsy so it wasn’t surprising that you got up at the sound of his name. You made your way over to the bar where Tommy and Arthur were ordering drinks.
“Let me buy you a drink boss” You offered as you stood in the middle of them, Tommy took in your slightly of balance form and smiled slightly.
“You know I own the place y/n, if anything I should get you a drink, but I don’t think it's wise”.
“Don’t ruin her fun Tom” Arthur slurred from the other side of you.
“No Arthur, Tommy’s right” you started, placing a hand on Arthur’s shoulder to steady yourself “I should get home, we have to work tomorrow after all. Tommy watched as you gave Arthur a soft pat on the shoulder before attempting to walked back to the private both to collect your coat and bag. Tommy sighed before throwing back the rest of his drink and putting his coat back on.
“Night Arthur” was all he said before he made his way over to you, he grabbed your coat and draped it over your shoulders. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks at the gesture, but you knew he wouldn’t notice as your cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol you had consumed previously. You waved goodbye to everyone before leaving the bar with Tommy’s hand firmly secured on your lower back.
The walk back to your flat felt painfully slow but you had also never felt safer than you did with Tommy next to you, you would often catch him watching the shadows and alleyways. Before long you reached your flat, you fumbled through you bag to try and find your keys, but they were nowhere to be found. You let out a groaned as you gave up.
“I can't find my keys” Out of frustration your eyes started to well up, you had finally gotten Tommy back to your flat, but you couldn’t find your damn keys. You heard Tommy let out a soft chuckle and before you could turn around and cuss him out for laughing at you, he reached around you and into your bag, pulling out your keys.
“Oh…” You stared at them for a moment before grabbing them “Found them!” You cheered, earning another chuckle from Tommy, he was finding this whole display quite amusing. You finally got the key in the lock and opened the door, throwing your coat on the ground as soon as you entered.
“Where’s your room?” Tommy asked casually, this took you by surprise.
“Being very forward aren’t we Tommy?” You turned to face him, maybe a bit too quicky causing you to become quite dizzy. Tommy smiled and leaned down so his face was only inches from yours, you very quickly forgot how to breathe.
“So I can put you to bed” he explained, bringing you back to your senses.
“Oh right, of course” You quickly turned back around again, making you dizzy once again, this time you stumbled slightly but Tommy quickly caught you, holding you by your shoulders. “Down the hall to the left”
Tommy guided you down the hall and into your bedroom, the first thing he noticed was hour empty it was, it only held and bed and a dresser with a chipped mirror sitting atop it. He knew you didn’t live in luxury, neither did he but he expected more maybe more photos or perhaps more plants, he wasn’t sure. He guided you to your bed and helped you sit down on the edge.
“Where to you keep your night dresses?” He asked, you pointed to your dresser, and he made his way over there.
“Top draw” You quietly called out, now starting to realise the extent of you situation. Tommy grabbed a garment from the top draw and brought it over to you, you took it from him and looked up to see he had turned his back. You got up slowly and started to undress, highly aware of the gorgeous man starting only a few steps away from you. You pulled on your nightwear and looked over at Tommy.
“You can look now” He turned and found you trying to pull the covers of you bed down to get in, but you were struggling. He came over and pulled them up for you, allowing you to slip in underneath them, once you were in, he pulled them back up and pretty much tucked you in, you watched him with hooded eyes the whole time.
“You have very pretty eyes” You whispered before your eyes fluttered shut, before you were fully asleep, you felt a slight pressure on your forehead, making you scrunch your face up slightly in response. Tommy smiled seeing your reacted to the kiss he placed on your forehead, he stood there of a moment processing what you had just said to him. He watched as you drifted off to sleep, peaceful and oblivious to the way you just made him feel. He hadn’t been complimented on his eyes for a long time, the only and last person to compliment them was his mother. She always loved his eyes and as a boy he hated it, no young boy wants to be called pretty and he would always complain when she brought them up but after he lost her, he found himself longing to hear her say it. but instead, it was you, a persistent woman who he knew had been trying to find a way into his life, he swore he wouldn’t let you; he didn’t want the world he lived in to ruin you, but maybe he needed you to fit it, maybe he needed you to fix him.
That night was six years ago, five years ago Tommy asked you to be his wife and not long after you were married, you fell pregnant with your first child Charlie, then nearly two years ago you fell pregnant with your second child, your daughter Anna. You never knew the moment Tommy Shelby fell in love with you, you had asked a few times but he usually just shrugged it off, you had always wondered why, it wasn’t until your wedding night that he told you it was when you called his eyes pretty, you were baffled because you didn’t remember telling him that but then he told you the story and you had never felt more shame but you also never knew the impact those five small words had on Tommy. One night while the two of were getting ready for bed he suddenly spoke.
“Do you know the moment I realised I couldn’t live without you?” The question took you by surprise.
“When I told you your eyes were pretty?” You asked, looking at him in the mirror as you brushed your hair.
“No, that’s when I realised I loved you, I’m talking about when I realised my world revolved around you and I vowed to myself to never lose you” He explained as he came up behind you, nuzzling his head into your neck, his wet hair from his bath brushing your cheek.
“No?” you didn’t quite know what to say. He lifted his head from you neck, meeting your eyes in the mirror.
“I went to see a fortune teller” he said simply.
“You did what?” you spun around it your seat to face him, he smiled and grabbed your face in his hands, looking down at you.
“A friend of Polly’s, it was not long after Anna was born, some lowlife gangster had threatened your life and I was having second thoughts on if I was doing the right thing, putting you in danger by loving you and I just needed any kind of advice, I don’t know why I went to her, but I did” He explained.
“What did she say?” you asked, still looking up at him.
“If I told you that your life was supposed to turn out differently, to change, would you want it to?”
In that moment Tommy saw you, lying in his arms, looking at him with that look of adoration that you only reserve for him, then he thinks of his children, the ones you blessed him with, the way his son smiles at him, how he sees his father as a normal man and not a monster and his precious daughter, how she lights up whenever he is around her, how she cries to him when she’s upset, knowing that her father will always protect her from her fears.
“No” was all Tommy said.
“That is why I won’t read your fortune, there is no point. You’re where you’re supposed to be already, you’re a troubled man and you can’t lose what keeps you grounded”.
Tommy knew she was right, he was scared to lose you but if he pushed you away, he’d lose you anyway, your safest place was with him, he belonged with you and he wasn’t going to let anyone change that, not even himself.
“She’s a wise woman” You joked, smiling up at him.
“Of course you would think that love” Tommy leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading over to bed. You finished brushing your hair and joined him.
“I want you to feel safe” You lifted you head from its resting place on his chest and rested your chin there instead, looking up at him.
“I am safe with you” You whispered, looking into those pretty eyes your adored so much.
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Hii! 💓 I saw your post about drabbles/one shot requests and I’d like to send in the following angsty/dark prompt for Tommy: ‘I'm here to end what I started.’
Bang Bang
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Warnings: a bit of spice but no smut, violence, angst
WC: 978
Took some loose inspiration from Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nancy Sinatra.
I'm sorry this is so, so late, Daisy! I'm finally back from many hiatuses and am getting my act together with writing. Hope you enjoy because I quite like how this one turned out. <3
Your hand trembled around the revolver, bitterly cold in the winter air of Birmingham, next to the canals where snaking tendrils of mist wrapped around the foundations of the stone bridge. But it was not the cold that sent a shiver along your skin, that blurred the edges of your vision with unshed tears. It was the man who approached, your heart beating wilder with each step he took, your finger feeling less assured against the trigger.
“I’m here to end what I started,” you told him down the barrel of the revolver, a quiver betraying the biting determination of your tone. Were you saying it to convince him, or yourself?
A sliver of moonlight caught the bright of his eyes as they met yours, latching their icy talons round your soul. Like a ghost, he was silent yet slow with his stride, the only indication that he was indeed corporeal being the press of his chest to the barrel, in acceptance or challenge you could tell not.
“So am I,” a low, husky voice met your ears, and before his gaze could drop to your parted lips, you caught the eerie warmth of your own longing mirrored in the ice of his eyes.
As he pressed closer to you, your hand lowering the gun but still holding it loosely to his stomach, that warmth came to you in silk ribbons, in soft brushes against your skin that reminded you of long nights in the Garrison, of stolen dances in lavish clubs, of Arrow House’s hearth as Tommy wrapped a blanket round your shivering shoulders. You could still taste the whiskey he’d handed you on his lips, as if it were yesterday, as his nose tickled yours and the fire of his breath consumed you. His hands, worried not about the gun you held to his stomach, but aching to finally acquaint themselves with every part of you, ran up your thighs and squeezed your waist, pulled you closer to him and drew a soft yelp from your tongue.
He breathed heavy around the muzzle buried in his waistcoat, not letting it stop him from feeling your body against his, from demonstrating just how much he needed you with his teeth nipping at your bottom lip and calloused fingers – so rough in contrast to the softness of his mouth – dragging against the line of your jaw.
Tommy’s grip tightened as you pulled back, possessive and needy, yet he thumbed gently at your flushed cheek as he stared back at you. One of your hands had come up to his chest, nails sinking into the light fabric of his shirt and palm resting over the strong beating of his heart. You were scarcely aware now of the gun you held, your world becoming him and only him as a fracture formed in the ice of his eyes and a few messy strands of dark hair fell over his forehead, his cap forsaken and his entire soul and being bared to you in this moment that made your heart clench so cruelly against your ribs, for you ached for nothing more than to devour him, to let the scent of cologne and cigarettes carry you to a kinder memory, a better place.
A tear streaked across your lips as you tugged at his shirt; you were certain he could taste the bitterness and despair on you as you kissed him again, sadder and softer this time, as if to tell him,
I’m sorry.
And you flinched as the sound of the gunshot ripped through the still air, the sound of your fevered breaths muffled by the ringing in your ears, the ice-blue of his eyes shattering now into hundreds of pieces. Your souls, severed, cold washing over your body once more and your breath hitching in your chest. No longer did his warmth creep into your aching bones; no longer did his fingers send shivers along your flesh. Numbness seeped into every pore, and time seemed to cruelly slow, the thuds of your heart coming fewer against your ribs. Your lips, wet with tears and blood.
Tommy’s thumb swept across your dampened cheek one last time, as if to cast away your sadness, to reassure you that it was okay, and the only warmth you felt now was the stickiness of the fabric between you, pooling at your sternum. Your lips parted in a cry, but no sound came out, and your lungs burned. The revolver clattered to the stone ground.
The icy gaze of death never left you as your legs grew weak beneath you, blood freckling his beautiful face as you sputtered around the whelming surge in your throat, and on his lips formed the words,
“In the bleak midwinter…”
Clawing now at the blood that stained your dress a darker red, you turned, wild and blurry-eyed, to make out the shadow of a wide hat below the light of the streetlamp that undulated in your vision, the lumbering stride and broad shoulders that were all too familiar, the cane that clicked like the tick of a clock against the stone.
Solomons, the last threads of your thought provided. Wisps of smoke dispersed into the fog from the barrel of the man’s pistol, but you barely had the chance to regard your former business partner as gravity pulled you to the earth, as if the Devil were dragging you to Hell.
You never should have trusted him. You never should have trusted either of them.
But Tommy made your fall gentle, cradling you in his arms. A tortured breath fanned your cheeks as his forehead was brought to yours, and it swallowed the light of the streetlamps; it swallowed everything, darkness spilling from the corners of your vision until nothing existed in the world but him, as he personally delivered your soul to the gates of the underworld.
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Idk if u still accept requests but I'm CRAVING an old cillian teaching his young virgin yn how does sex goes 🫠
I am accepting request ! 💕
Warnings: p in v raw, accidental cum inside, lose of virginity and age gap!
Cillian was relaxing on the couch when you came into the room with your hands behind your back. He looked away from whatever movie he was watching to see you standing there with that smile.
"Wat are ya up to darlin?" He asked while adjusting his position on the couch.
"Nothin!" You quickly responded as you approached him and sat down next him on the couch.
"I don't believe ya honey! Ya have dat look on yer face when ya want sometim!" Cillian wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. You pursed your lips together in thought before kissing him on his lips. Your hands rested on his thighs while your lips moved against his in a passionate way. You pulled away slowly leaving Cillian with a smile. "See... I knew ya wanted sometim!"
"I want to have sex." The words flew from your mouth faster than what you thought about. Cillians eyes widened while he squeezed your arm making you whine. "Please ? I know we're ready. We've been together eight months Cillian, I feel ready." His hand cupped your cheek softly before rubbing his thumb over cheek as he looked into your eyes.
"I always said I'd wait till yer were ready. Didn't want ya tinking I only wanted ya for dat." The gap between your bodies closed when Cillian leaned in and kissed you feverishly. His chest pressed into yours while your hands reached up and held his face while his tongue swept across your bottom lip making you open up enough that his tongue went inside your mouth. A soft moan escaped your throat as his fingers traced down your arms slowly before he grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap.
Both of you sat still for a moment taking each other in. This is your first time having sex ever! Cillian respected all your choices. He just recently started seeing you naked as of two months ago. He walked in on you changing into your pajamas after your shower and he was lost for words. Since then the two of you have been walking around naked or you're randomly flashing him your tits just for fun! You were his girl , his stunning girl!
"We can go slow as ya want baby." His thumbs pressed into your hips while you ran your hands over his chest. You nodded your head slowly before taking your hands, grabbing your shirt and tossing it to the side. Cillians eyes lit up and his mouth quickly attached to your nipple. "Sorry love, couldn't help me self! Wanted to do dat for a long time." He mumbled into your chest as your fingers slowly ran through his hair. Yeah sex was new to you, but porn wasn't. You were thinking about every thing you had ever seen to try to make this seem right.
"Cillian... honey... I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do." Your body shifted slightly as Cillian pulled away from your nipple. He picked you up, set you on your feet and grabbed your hand to take you into the shared bedroom. Cillian laid you on your back gently before getting on top of you.
"Don't ya worry honey, I got ya." His fingers hooked into your shorts and pulled them down slowly while leaving kisses along the skin of your thighs. Cillian watched how your body reacted to his kisses. He was amazed by you. You watched as he slid your panties off and your legs closed quickly. Cillian had seen your pussy before , it's was beautiful to him.
"Just relax." Cillian brought his fingers to your mouth and you quickly wrapped your lips around them sucking throughly while looking into his eyes. He twisted his fingers in your mouth before pulling them out and sliding one into you.
"OH!!" Your mouth hung open as the sting rippled through your body. Cillian used his other hand to hold yours and squeeze it while his finger twisted around inside of you. He slid another finger inside of you while pushing deeper making your hips thrust forward.
"See baby, tis just like when ya touch yerself, but it's me fingers instead." His words made you whine loudly. This was nothing like masturbating, this felt better! Cillian scissored you open with his fingers slowly but surely before he pulled them out and stuffed them back into your mouth.
Your tongue swirled around his fingers while giving him the doe eyes that got you anything everything you wanted. Cillian pulled his fingers out before he pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung free and a groan left his lips as the cool bedroom air breezed over it.
"Do I... do I get to suck your cock ?" You asked softly while he climbed onto the bed he kissed you gently. He lined the head of his cock up with your folds and pushed into gently.
"CILLIAN!" Tears ran down your cheeks as the sting and pressure hurt.
"I'll stop baby." Cillian pulled back out slowly and wiped your tears away with his thumb. Both of you stayed still for a minute before you nodded at him to go again. Cillian pushed back again slowly making sure to wait for you. Your hands ran up his chest and played with his chest hair a little. Each inch he pushed in you grabbed his chest hair making him moan.
"Look at dat baby, I'm all the way in!" Cillian smiled at you while leaning into kiss your lips. Your tongue licked his lips making him open his mouth so your tongue could swirl around in his mouth. Cillian lifted your hips upwards and started pushing in and out of your pussy slowly. "So tight and wet fer me! Me good girl!" Your hands reached up and grabbed his shoulders to pull him in for another hot kiss.
"Harder! Please!" The words fell out of your mouth quickly. His thrust became harder at your request which made him grunt while you moaned out his name. "Fuck yes!" Your nails dug into his back while Cillian looked down into your eyes. Your little doe eyes were filled with lust, a look he'd never seen before but he wasn't complaining. This was a new level of your relationship. Sure the age gap of twenty two years would be weird to some, but not to the two of you. This moment made it clear how much he cared about you. He didn't pressure you, he waited for your comfort and he was focused on your pleasure not his.
The thoughts swirled in your mind before a new sensation waved through your body. You knew the feeling from your own pleasure before but not like this. Cillian squeezed your hips as his cock pulsed in you. His grunts were getting louder as the head of his cock hit your sweet spot. Your toes curled in a new way as your nails dug into his shoulder blades, your eyes locked in on his as Cillian pounded into your wet cunt .
"I know honey, yer gettin close! Dats me girl! Cum fer me yeah! Be a good girl!" His voice was enough to send you over the edge. Your body lunged forward , toes curled hard, he used his free hand to cup your face so you had to look into his eyes as your orgasm hit you hard. Watching you cum was enough to make Cillian cum inside of you on accident. It felt amazing as his cum shot inside of you , the warm liquid coating your cervix made you smile weakly up him. Cillian slowly pulled out of you and watched as his cum dropped out of you .
He disappeared slowly into the bathroom and came back with a warm wet wash cloth to clean you up. You hissed a little making him chuckle. "Ya can take a poundin on yer first time but a little water ..." You sat up on your elbows and watched as he cleaned up the mess between your legs. Cillian went to toss the rag in the hamper before climbing into bed with you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder as your head laid upon his sweaty hairy chest.
"Next time.... I want to ride you!" You spoke softly while playing with his hairs.
"Oh honey, we can do whatever ya want! Still gonna hurt for ta next few times but I'll always take care of ya."
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Please give me a Jonathan Crane smut plsssss
I need this man to be OBSESSED with boobs pls
Yes....Yes. I love boobies and I love Crane so...YES!! *chefs kiss*
Those round pillows of hers
◇ Pairing: sub!Jonathan Crane x Girlfriend!Reader
◇ Warnings: smut, just Jonathan fucking Y/n's breasts, pathetic Jonathan
◇ Summary: Jonathan is pretty eager to finally put his cock back between his girlfriend's boobs.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.
Crane’s baby blue eyes remained fixed on his girlfriend, his dilated pupils and his slightly red cheeks, caused from the heat of the need he felt, just added something to his already noticeable state of submission.
His cock was still imprisoned in his pants, nearly begging him to free it by rubbing against the soft cloth of them, every time he moved slightly in his sitting position. That long and painful wait that Y/n was making him suffer was quickly becoming a kind of torture for him.
The young woman, standing in front of him; her focus not anymore on her usual skin routine but on her boyfriend, given the small whines and begs that Jonathan used just to make her give in to his self-centered needs.
Her shirt was thrown on the cold floor, near his feet. He was sitting on the edge of the sofa ready to obey the next order that Y/n could have given him, as soon as her teasing mood would fade.
"Pleasee—" Jonathan whimpered, sweet tears were forming in his shining eyes, clear desperation and visible arousal forming in them given his dilated pupils, which covered almost completely the color that enchanted Y/n every time she stopped to look at them.
After that something woke her up from her trance, she stopped admiring her boyfriend patetic self and finally moved her hands, taking the lotion she was using for her skin before lingering her y/e/c eyes back on Jonathan, opening his legs with hers.
"Get rid of your clothes, will you, baby boy?" she asked him with a voice between teasing and lust, her hands now busy massaging lotion on her tits while the bra was still on, covering enough to increase Jonathan’s feeling of need and eagerness.
"Please" he repeated, his breath getting heavier and his voice cracking softly, as Y/n lowered the fabric to reveal her breasts completely, slightly approaching him only to allow his warm lips to wrap around her now erect nipple.
As her hands continued to massage the soft flesh of her chest, adding a little more lotion from time to time to make them more slippery and ready to receive Crane’s throbbing cock, which stood straight against his stomach now, his balls full and heavy, in need of an imminent release.
The fourth little plea from the psychiatrist was enough to make her finally kneel down, putting her bra back before settling between his open legs— her hands firmly on his thighs almost like a message or an invitation to make him take what he wanted.
His hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it a couple of times as his eyes remained on her boobs; only his little whimpers and praises broke the silence that had formed before he aligned his length between her breasts, pushing up his hips to seek the pleasure he was wishing for, while they almost enveloped his cock completely.
Thanks to the lotion that Y/n had used before, the movements for Jonathan were way easier and pleasant, his hips moved almost automatically while she was still there, kneeled on the carpet of their living room, bouncing to meet his thrusts–- her lower lip caged between her teeth as she watched Jonathan’s desperate look, his eyes still staring and stable on her breasts, despite the movements of his hips and the shaking of his body caused by the pleasure he was feeling.
His desperate little 'yes' accompanied by heavy breaths and whimpers, warned Y/n of the imminent ending, which came like a train into Jonathan’s body— making him tremble and arch his back as he allowed himself to release his load on her boobs and her face before starting over again. Too fond of her boobs and the pillow-sensation they gave him to stop, despite overstimulation.
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day one! ⇢ orgasm denial with robert fischer
warnings! ⇢ MINORS DNI 18+ | dom!robert fischer x sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, masturbation ( f ), orgasm denial, creampie, degradation, dirty talk, bit of a breeding kink? idk. lmk if i missed anything!
notes! ⇢ ahhh october is finally here i can't wait for all the fun fics I have planned for this month!! hope you like this one, next fic comes out on Wednesday! :)
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"Robbie!" he heard his name fall from your lips, echoing throughout your beautifully large bedroom as he neared the door.
Your moans practically filled the entire penthouse, despite your attempts at being quiet. You couldn't hear the usual click of his shoes since you were too lost in your own pleasure, and really because he didn't want to make any noise out of fear of causing you to stop what you were doing.
He had just gotten home after a long work day and was met with your absence in the front room, which was highly unusual for you. Granted that he had worked later than normal, but you still were always there to greet him with a hug and a kiss no matter how late it got.
So when he didn't see you waiting for him in the living room, he couldn't help but feel the need to investigate.
That was when he heard it. Your soft moans that had been muffled by your bedroom door, but still clear as day. It made him stop in his tracks as he walked down the hall, his fingers white-knuckling the handle of his briefcase as his mind jumped to conclusions.
How could you have had the audacity to fuck somebody else in his home? In his bed? Had you no respect for him at all?
It wasn't until he heard his name rip from your chest did he let out a shaky breath, the anger in his chest fading and being replaced with pure lust.
Carefully, he turned the knob, cracking the door open to see your half-naked figure sprawled out on your large king-sized bed, your fingers playing lazily between your legs. Your arousal glistened all over your fingers, the wet spot on the Egyptian cotton sheets beneath you evidence of your time spent there.
"Fuck," you mewled, still unaware of your husband's presence. He simply marveled at you, fighting the urge to palm himself through his pants as he leaned against the frame of the door to stabilize himself. The muffled sound of wet squelching between your legs as your fingers pumped in and out of you made his dick twitch. He couldn't stand here and watch you anymore. He needed to feel you.
The sound of the door shutting made your eyes snap open, your movements coming to a halt as your guilty eyes met your husband's. A dark expression inhabited his face as his eyes raked over your figure, before stopping at the spot between your legs.
"Robbie, I-" you scrambled to apologize, but he simply shook his head silently as he neared the bed, shrugging his blazer off and throwing it at the foot of the mattress.
"What have I told you, baby?" he whispered, bringing a hand to your jaw and pulling your chin up so you faced him directly. He seemed calm on the outside, but you could see in his eyes that he was nothing but disappointed.
If it had been any other day when he hadn't gotten home as late as he had, he would've even been mad. But, he didn't have the energy in him to allow himself to be angry with you. Not tonight.
"You know better than this," he whispered to you, allowing his free hand to brush the stray piece of hair out of your face. "Don't you?"
A whimper escaped your throat as you felt ashamed for disobeying him. "I'm sorry, Robbie. You were just running so late, I couldn't help myself."
He couldn't help but smirk, his hands moving away from your face to loosen his tie. "Needed me that bad, hm?"
You nodded, your freshly manicured hand reaching up to palm his crotch, rubbing him slowly through his pants as you could feel how hard he was. You smiled giddily, your fingers slowly moving to unbuckle his belt, but he stopped you.
"I don't think you should be rewarded after breaking the rules, baby," he told you, his grip on your wrist tight. "That's not how this works."
Your smile dropped, his hand finally releasing your wrist from his grip. He motioned for you to move back on the bed as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his eyes not leaving your figure once. Once he kicked off his shoes, you could feel a dip in the mattress as he knelt down in front of you.
"Lay back, baby," he told you, and you weren't hesitant to comply. Your hair fawned out beneath you on the mattress as he crawled over your body, his hips slotting in between your thighs as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in. "Want you to show me how much you needed me."
His hand moved between your bodies to dip into his boxers, pulling out his hard length and allowing it to slap against his clothed stomach. You could feel it rubbing against your thigh, and you would be lying if you were to say it didn't rile you up more.
"Please," you whimpered, your hand pawing at his bicep as he grasped his hard-on and moved to line it up with your soaked entrance. "I'll be good for you, I promise!"
Robert only shook his head, the ghost of a smirk evident on his face as he shoved himself into you without warning, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as he stuffed you to the brim.
"I know you will, baby," he cooed, cradling your head in his hand as he bottomed out inside of you, his tip just barely kissing your cervix. "And you're not gonna come until I say you can, since you've already treated yourself this afternoon, I see."
He looked over to the wet spot from your arousal on the sheets for a split second before returning his eyes back to you, guilt flooding your chest once more under his intense gaze.
"Please, just move," you mewled, complying with his restrictions. You could feel tears begin to well in your eyes as the feeling of him sheathed inside you was becoming unbearable. You needed him to fuck you already.
He didn't say a word as he pulled out of you before slamming his hips back against yours, his length filling you abruptly once again, sending a chill down your spine as your eyes screwed shut. A shaky moan sounded from his throat as he left hot open-mouthed kisses on your neck and chest, trailing from the sweet spot behind your ear to the valley of your breasts. His hips fell into a steady pace pistoning in and out of you, brushing the spot where you wanted him to reach the most each time.
"Fuck, you're soaked, sweetheart," he whispered as his free hand moved to hook on the back of your knee to pull it farther up around his waist, keeping you as close as possible to him. "Bet you've been daydreaming about me fucking this pussy like this all day, hm?" he grunted between moans.
You nodded lazily, unable to form coherent words as he fucked you stupid, his movements becoming rougher and more irregular as he could feel himself slipping off into his own pleasure.
The familiar knot of ecstasy appeared in your lower abdomen once more, a feeling you knew all too well after this afternoon, building stronger and stronger until you felt yourself begin to tip over the edge.
"Robbie!" you whined, clawing at his neck and raking your fingers through his sweet chestnut locks of hair before giving them a good tug to ground yourself. You didn't know how much longer you were going to last.
"What did I tell you, baby?" he breathed, not stopping his movements as he squeezed the flesh of your thigh. "Don't fucking come until I tell you to."
You wanted to obey him, you really did, but he was making it so hard not to come on his cock as he fucked into you at a relentless pace. You tried so hard not to focus on it, rolling your hips around underneath him in an attempt to bring him closer to his climax, hoping that he'd allow you to let go once he did.
"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, his eyes falling shut as his face fell to the crook of your sweat-glistened neck. It seemed to be working, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more unpredictable as he fucked you. "Just like that, good fucking girl."
He wasn't too far off now—and neither were you—especially with your walls clenching down on him as you tried not to think about your own climax. He was a moaning mess above you, the head of his dick twitching deep inside of you as he was on the edge of his release.
"Gonna fucking come, baby. Wanna feel you come with me," he groaned into your neck, lost in his own pleasure as he felt himself fall into the peak of his orgasm. His words were enough to tip you over the edge too after holding out for so long, a wave of ecstasy washing over you as you could feel his hot release fill you to the brim.
"Fuck, Robbie! Give it to me!" you whined, clawing at his clothed back as he gave you a few final thrusts before pulling out, his length becoming too sensitive as he removed the swollen head from your entrance with a hiss.
All that could be heard now was a mixture of heavy pants from the both of you, trying to catch your breath as you were both too fucked out to even think straight.
He rolled over and off of you, his chest heaving up and down as he turned his head towards your exhausted expression, his hand moving to brush away the hair that had been matted to your forehead with sweat.
"Sorry, baby," he told you, watching as your eyes fell shut. "Just had to teach you a lesson."
You opened your eyes again before rolling over and snuggling into his side, laying your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast, and you couldn't help but smirk as you could feel it pounding against your cheek.
"It's alright," you told him. "Might have to break the rules more often if that's how you're gonna punish me."
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— Yandere Jonathan Crane —
"Do you know where you are?
"Arkham Asylum."
"Good. Your memory is improving. Are you still having those dreams?"
"Yes."
"I want you to describe them to me again. I know you don't remember much."
"I-It was extremely dark out. I remember that. There was this strange smell in the air. It goes blank after that. I vaguely remember feeling someone's hands ghost my body. When I woke up, it was a massacre. They were dead all around me."
"You had a psychotic breakdown. There was a leaking gas pipe that caused you to hallucinate. When the Gotham police came to the crime scene they say they saw you with a mask in hand."
"It was more like a straw bag. I-I don't remember ever having anything like that before... except for when you—"
"I see the light bulb appearing above your head. You are very smart, you know? That's why I picked you."
"Scarecrow."
"Such an astute observation. I wouldn't suggest you start screaming. No one will believe someone diagnosed as clinically insane, especially not someone who committed mass murder, such as yourself. I see you are sobbing now. It's a natural bodily reaction to relieving stress. Would you like a tissue, my dear?"
"Why?"
"Oh? You ask the predator why it stalks its prey? That's a question I am delighted to answer. It's simple, really. I am intoxicated by you."
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Drabble request: Robert Fischer and his assistant maybe??<3 maybe Roberts always been lukewarm to her bcuz he likes her and is scared to admit it but tonight’s the night he builds up the courage to ask her to dinner ?:-)))
“are you asking me out?” — robert fischer x reader
you think your boss hates you, but really he just has a question that he’s too nervous to ask.
word count: 723
contains: fluff, nervous robert, assistant!reader
note: this is a drabble so it’s a bit shorter than my other works! feel free to request a drabble for any cillian character this evening :)
“He fucking hates me,” you buried your head into your hands dramatically as you sat across from your friend on your lunch break. “I love the guy and he can’t stand me.”
As Robert Fischer’s assistant, you spent a lot of time with the man. Sometimes you provided business expertise, sometimes you scheduled meetings, and sometimes you got him coffee (he took it black in the morning but in the afternoons he liked a dash of cream). But through all of that, he still felt like a mystery to you. He never talked about anything with you other than work and it was hard for you to pick up on a any sort of warmth when he was around you. One thing you knew for sure, though, was that he was gorgeous.
“He doesn’t hate you,” your friend assured you. “He’s just….a professional.”
“A professional at making me feel like shit,” you mumbled. “I hate having a crush.”
“Well, he might actually hate you if you don’t get back to work soon. You’re gonna be late.”
You checked your watch, realizing that your friend was right. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get caught up in conversation during your lunch hour, especially if the conversation was about Robert.
“Fuck, you’re right,” you sighed. “I’ll see you later, okay? We’ll grab a drink, I promise.”
Upon arriving back at the office, you found Robert lingering by your desk which was an odd sight considering the fact that most of the time he spent all of his time locked away in his office.
“Mr. Fischer?” you asked. “Is….everything okay?”
He looked a bit startled to see you as he met your gaze.
“Y-yes, I’m sorry, I— wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”
You looked at him before looking at your watch again.
“My lunch ended 10 minutes ago.”
He ran his hand through his hair, as he paced back and forth. He clearly had something on his mind.
“Right, yes.”
“Robert…” you lowered your voice. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Part of you suspected cocaine. It wasn’t uncommon in the business world and that would explain the sudden behavioral change.
“Can I…” he sat down in your desk chair. “Can I talk to you about something?”
And now you suspected that you were being laid off. Great.
“S-sure….what….what is it?”
He took a deep breath before he started to speak, looking around first almost as if he didn’t want anyone to be around for what he had to say.
“You….if I’m being completely honest….are the best assistant I’ve ever had. You’re so on top of everything you do and sometimes I feel like you know me better than I do.”
You smile softly, happy to receive the compliments but ultimately unsure where he’s headed with this.
“Thank you, Mr. Fischer…that means a lot.”
He nodded, trying to think of the best way to phrase what he had to say next.
“And…I admire your intelligence so much but you’re also so beautiful. And kind. And…I- I want to know you better. Recently I found myself thinking about you outside of work and I realized that….I don’t know anything about you outside of our professional relationship. And I’ve always wanted to know more, I just, I don’t know….I guess I was too nervous to ask—“
“Robert,” you interrupted. “Are you asking me out?”
He looked at you for a minute, feeling both incredibly embarrassed and incredibly flustered.
“Y-yes…I-I’d like it if you’d have dinner with me. If you want, of course. I don’t want you to do this because I’m your boss or you feel like you need to. I just….I wanted to see if that’s what you wanted.”
You smiled warmly, attempting to calm his nerves.
“I’d love nothing more.”
He grinned upon hearing your response and you swore you could see his nerves completely wash away from him. A relieved chuckle escaped his lips.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been agonizing over asking you that.”
You circled around your desk to sit down on his lap, acceptable office PDA be dammed, planting a soft kiss on his cheek as you did so.
“And you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
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