#cillian murphy x original character
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Take It Slow
This was inspired by the reblog below that I saw from the lovely @beastofburdenxo a while back. After reading it, my mind immediately went to my OC Lauren and Cillian from Red Carpet. I hope you guys enjoy, and please let me know what you think!
***!!!Mature sexual content. Minors, DNI. 18+ readers ONLY!!!***
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Finally entering the house after what felt like much longer than five days, Cillian tried to be as quiet as possible, uncertain if Lauren was still awake or not. Squinting at the clock on the stove as he walked into the kitchen, he saw that it was 2:00 a.m., three hours behind what he’d adjusted to over the last week.
Lauren had had to unexpectedly leave Cillian in New York after the first of his interviews there five days ago. They’d flown over together, and she’d ran the day for him. She watched the recording of his video interview, and then they’d had a lengthy afternoon as he’d participated in a podcast interview at a nearby studio, shoddy equipment causing the whole process to take much longer than they’d expected. Then he had an interview for a magazine at the publication’s offices across town.
Afterwards, they’d coordinated a meet-up with Maeve’s jewelry designer friend, who’d come to New York on a trip of her own and met them back at their hotel. She’d been thrilled, at long last, to meet them in person and also see the ring again, this time on Lauren’s finger. They’d spent a couple hours happily chatting in the hotel bar before finally discussing the plan of her making their wedding bands, which was the reason Lauren and Cillian had arranged to meet with her in the first place.
Lastly, the two of them had managed to go out to dinner at a quiet, secluded restaurant they’d found before they finally headed back to their hotel room for the night, ready to shut everything and everyone else out.
Other than the first day, the whole trip was meant to be a chance for them to get away, spending some quality time alone together and also visiting a few friends in the city after a busy few weeks for both of them. The commitments of that day were supposed to be the only interruptions of the trip.
However, Sharon had contacted them on their way back to the hotel from dinner, prefacing the conversation with total and complete apologies. She then revealed that she had agreed for Cillian to participate in two other interviews while in New York over the next two days, claiming the publications were too respectable to pass up. She’d followed it with reiterated apologies and swore to them that neither he nor Lauren would have to show their faces anywhere else for the next two weeks if he just agreed to the interviews. After ending the phone call, Cillian had taken a deep breath and forced himself to count to ten. This was the first break he and Lauren had had in weeks, and if he didn’t love Sharon like a second mother, he would have had a few choice words for her.
So, there they’d been in their hotel room, but instead of them sharing a bath and then tucking themselves under the blankets like they’d planned on doing, they’d spent the last two hours on the phone with Sharon and then coordinating a new schedule to accommodate for the interviews. Once they’d finally finished going over everything, Cillian had flopped down on the bed beside Lauren and let out an exaggerated groan before rolling against her and burying his face in her chest. He was already exhausted and had just wanted to stay in that bed with her for the next few days.
“Poor baby,” Lauren had said, giggling as he’d laid atop her.
She began to rub Cillian’s back, sliding her hands under his shirt and massaging his skin while she kissed the top of his head. As her hands roamed higher and pushed up his shirt, Cillian lifted his head from her chest, their eyes meeting before he pushed himself up on his forearms and then sat back on his knees, looking down at her.
Reaching up, Lauren placed a hand on his chest before sliding her palm up and slipping her fingers below his neckline as Cillian kneaded her hips.
“I don’t think you can wear shirts like this anymore,” she’d said to him. “At least not if I’m with you.”
She spread her fingers as she stroked his chest, unable to any longer resist the enticing display of chest hair that had been peeking out of his shirt and calling to her all day.
“Yeah?” Cillian replied, still kneeling above her. Her fingers sensually exploring along his chest caused his cock to stir immediately. “And why’s that?”
Lauren lightly shook her head as she continued to touch him.
“It’s too sexy,” she’d answered simply. Then she blushed before she spoke again, her voice quieter. “All I’ve wanted to do all day is touch you.”
The lust in Cillian’s eyes intensified at her last statement, noting the adorable blush on her cheeks. He raised his hands and grabbed his shirt, pulling it off quickly before shucking it to the floor. He then reached down and lifted the hem of Lauren’s shirt, pulling it off her just as quickly as she lifted her torso from the bed to allow him to remove it. She then reclined again beneath him, clad in a delicate light pink bra.
Cillian took a moment to take in the amazing view of her beneath him before he’d then immediately leaned back down, covering her mouth with his as she’d continued to stroke his chest, craving more of her touch as she moaned into his mouth.
“Always so bashful,” he’d affectionately teased her as their lips parted, his voice husky. He moved his mouth to her neck, just below her ear, before he’d continued. “But such a good girl, telling me what you want.”
He then stroked her nipple through her bra, and Lauren whimpered and squirmed beneath him.
“Cill...” she whined, her chest rising against his as she inhaled.
“You know what a distraction you are?” he’d finished as he pulled away from her slightly. “My little publicist, being all pretty and proper. Driving me crazy all day.”
Lauren’s heart fluttered as she wrapped her arms around him, and their lips met for a heated kiss. Shifting, Cillian had just reached down and hooked her leg around his waist when Lauren’s phone began to ring. They’d tried to ignore it, but when she didn’t answer, it rang again seconds later, and they’d both groaned simultaneously in annoyance as Cillian pulled himself off of her.
“It must be something important,” Lauren said, a bit breathlessly, her hand slipping from his chest as she turned her head and reached for her phone on the bedside table.
“Fucking better be,” Cillian growled as he laid on his back beside her, letting out an annoyed sigh as he looked up at the ceiling.
“Hello?” Lauren answered her phone. After hearing someone’s frantic, muffled speech on the other end, Cillian turned to look as Lauren suddenly sat up, one of her bra straps slipping down her shoulder as she switched the phone to her other hand and pressed it to her ear.
“Ok, ok, relax, we’ll take care of it. Don’t panic.”
Still laying down, Cillian turned his head to her at the same time she looked over to him.
“What?” he mouthed to her, his brow furrowed.
“Publicity crisis,” she whispered back to him before returning to the phone call.
For the next 15 minutes, Lauren had paced the room, talking down one of her clients who’d been caught in some uncompromising photos. She’d managed to get them calm enough to let her off the phone, but the situation was bad enough that she was needed back home as soon as possible to help diffuse things.
“Why did we even come out here, again?” Cillian said as he stood with Lauren at the curb, getting ready to send her off to the airport in a taxi. “Can’t even have five fucking minutes with my fiancé.”
“Lucky girl. She dodged a bullet, if you ask me,” Lauren teased him in response.
At that, Cillian snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, giving her ass a smack as she squealed in surprise.
“You wouldn’t be getting away with that comment if we were still upstairs,” he’d said to her.
She’d smiled at him and then lifted a hand to run her fingers along his neckline as she’d done earlier.
“I’m sorry. If it was anyone else, you know I wouldn’t need to go, but...”
“Trip’s a bust now anyways,” Cillian replied, shaking his head. “I’m coming home after the interviews are over on Thursday.”
“Are you sure?” Lauren had asked. “I can fly back out here once this is taken care of.”
“You’re not doing all that back and forth,” Cillian replied with another shake of his head. “I’ll just come home and we can make some other plans a little closer to home. I’m holding Sharon to the two weeks off she promised us.”
“If you’re sure...” Lauren had said.
“I am,” Cillian replied, his arm still around her. He then lowered his voice. “But I’m also holding you to what you started upstairs, and when I get home, we’re picking up right where we left off.”
“Hmmm,” Lauren replied, leaning forward and placing a sensual kiss on his neck. “Hopefully I’ll remember. It’s already a little fuzzy to me.”
Cillian tightened his grip around her.
“You’ll get that little ass of yours in that cab right now, if you know what’s good for you,” he said lowly.
Giggling as she pulled away from him, Lauren’s eyes met his before she gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“I’ll text you when I land,” she said. “And once again when Sharon gives me the final details for your interviews in the morning.”
Cillian nodded and then released her. Opening the cab door, Lauren then turned back and gave him a final kiss.
“I love you,” she said when their lips parted.
“I love you,” he’d replied.
Then he’d closed the door after she’d climbed into the cab and waited until it was out of sight before heading back into the hotel.
That had been four days ago, but it had felt much longer. After the last of his interviews earlier that day, Cillian had originally texted Lauren to let her know that he’d be home around 10:00 p.m., but that had turned into a 2:00 a.m. arrival when his plane had been delayed. Cillian had texted her again, telling her not to wait up for him, and now that he was finally home, he tried to be as quiet as possible as he confirmed that she had, in fact, gone to bed.
Entering the kitchen, he flicked on the light above the sink and saw that Lauren had left a note for him on the counter.
Cill,
I’m sorry, I was so tired, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. Just leave all your stuff by the front door and I’ll wash it tomorrow. There’s some (late) dinner for you in the fridge if you’re hungry. Then leave your phone in the kitchen and come to bed – you’ll be happy to know you won’t be needing it for the next two weeks; you’re stuck with that fiancé you mentioned...
I love you,
~ L
Cillian smiled to himself as he read her note, then placed it in his wallet before turning the light off once more. Foregoing the food she’d mentioned for him in the fridge, he headed straight for their bedroom, quietly opening the door and entering the room.
She’d left the closet light on for him, a sliver of light peeking into the room through the mostly closed closet door. As Cillian’s eyes landed on the bed, he saw Lauren among the scattered blankets, her hair fanned out around her and her legs slightly bent as she slept peacefully. She looked so beautiful, and, thinking about the wild road they’d been down to get here, Cillian’s chest swelled as he thought about how lucky he was to have her.
Stripping down to his boxer briefs, Cillian quietly walked to the closet and turned out the light before returning to the bed and carefully slipping in beside Lauren. As he settled next to her, she briefly stirred and awoke just enough to snuggle into him and mumble a greeting.
“Hey, baby,” she murmured.
“Hey,” Cillian whispered back.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” He then placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and gently squeezed her. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmhmm,” she breathed out, rolling over.
Shifting and spooning behind her, the last thing Cillian felt before falling asleep was Lauren’s fingers lacing through his as he gently draped his arm over her waist.
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He wasn’t sure what time it was as he shifted in the bed, but the hint of stormy gray sky filtering through the curtains and the rain pattering against the window made Cillian even less motivated to roll over and check the clock. Awakening a bit more, he felt the warmth from Lauren’s body close next to him, and he slipped his arm across the sheets to her.
Still curled up on her side with her back to him, Lauren exhaled a hum and lightly stirred as Cillian’s palm rested on her hip, before then pulling her closer. Feeling his warmth, but still mostly lost in sleep, she pressed herself into him, unconsciously wiggling her ass against his crotch as his palm slid along her skin.
She had on only a pair of cotton boyshorts and a thin little cami, and as Cillian ran his hand over her again, he caressed the curve of her bottom, her cheeks barely covered by the boyshorts, as the hem had ridden more than halfway up her skin in her sleep. Feeling her plump bottom against him and also under his hand, Cillian’s cock stiffened, and when he allowed his fingers to trail from her cheeks up to her torso, he became even harder as he slipped his hand beneath her cami and gently cupped her breast, savoring the feel of the beautiful mound of flesh in his palm before lightly sweeping his thumb over her nipple.
Cillian heard Lauren’s breathing change, her inhale slightly sharper as his thumb toyed with her hardening bud.
“Cill?” she mumbled, still half asleep.
“Mmm,” he hummed in confirmation.
“Time ‘s it?” she mumbled again, her voice still thick with sleep. She wasn’t sure whether she was dreaming, or if Cillian’s hands had really just been on her.
“Doesn’t matter,” he responded quietly, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her even closer.
Now slightly more awake, Lauren turned her head back, her eyes still closed but seeking his lips over her shoulder.
“Missed you,” she whispered.
“I missed you, too.”
He moved his head slightly to meet her, their lips connecting in a soft kiss as Cillian gently grasped the column of her throat. After a moment, she registered the sound of the rain tapping against the window, and Lauren let out a small sigh of satisfaction as their lips parted.
“Let’s just stay here all day,” Cillian said quietly to her.
“Mmm-hmm,” she replied as he gave her a kiss on the forehead.
Rolling back over, Lauren scooted closer against Cillian under the blankets. She felt his arm wrap around her middle again, and she had just nearly fallen back asleep when she felt Cillian press a kiss to the back of her neck, and then another, and then another.
“Cill...” she mumbled to him as she squirmed at the tickle of his lips on her neck, her face half buried in her pillow.
Cillian squeezed her tighter, his erection fully evident to her as her bottom became flush with his crotch.
“Hmmm?” Cillian hummed, but Lauren only wiggled against him in response.
He then slid his hand beneath the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down as he slowly ran his hand over her cheeks. Once the shorts had gathered between her thighs, he gently tugged them lower, encouraging her to part her legs so he could completely remove them. Once they were off, he quickly replaced his hand between her thighs, stopping her from closing her legs again and tucking his fingers into her. As Cillian felt her soft, warm flesh and gently stroked his fingers along her folds, Lauren released a quiet whimper.
“Cill...ahhh...” she gasped, and her body arched into him again when his movements became a bit more intentional. Cillian’s own arousal grew even more as, once he’d stroked her, he could feel the new wetness between her legs. He softly traced a finger around her clit, circling it but avoiding the exact spot, causing Lauren to wiggle her hips in search of the touch he was teasing her with. As she moved against him, Cillian felt even more of her wetness as he continued to touch her.
“Do you remember what you left unfinished a few days ago?” he whispered again, his voice deep. “Because I can remind you.”
“Mmmmmm,” Lauren moaned, rocking her hips back and forth against him.
Cillian then slipped his hand from her core and glided it up her torso, her arousal leaving a wet trail from his hand along her skin as he dipped below her cami and moved it up her body. He helped her shift enough for him to pull it off of her, keeping her tightly against him and cupping her breasts after tossing aside the shirt.
“I think you need a reminder,” Cillian said lowly.
He then reached down to remove his briefs, his cock immediately springing against Lauren’s ass as he pulled them off, then pressed into her.
“This is what you started, and I think you should finish it.”
Moaning at the feel of his warm stiffness against her, Lauren wiggled again, seeking him, but when he didn’t move or touch her, she whined.
“Cill, baby...”
“So wet already,” he urged her on, his fingers dipping into her again, but it wasn’t enough for her.
“Please, Cill, I need...I need...”
“I know what you need,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “And you know what I need. Are you gonna be a good girl and let me have it?”
Her pulse quickening, Lauren wordlessly nodded against her pillow, and then she tried to turn over, but Cillian stopped her.
“Uh-uh,” he said as he stopped her with a hand on her hip. “I want you like this.” He then cupped her breast and pinched her nipple as he kissed her neck again. “Just like this.”
His touch guiding her, Lauren lifted her leg, allowing Cillian to hook his arm under her knee and hike her leg up where he wanted it. Her legs parted and her knee bent, her pussy was now exposed for him, and she felt his fingers run through her wetness once more before he shifted each of them slightly. As he moved, Lauren grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and turning over her shoulder once more in search of Cillian’s lips. Her eyes still closed, she went totally by sense, something about this moment making her want to just feel lost in him.
Squeezing Lauren’s hand, Cillian met her lips, savoring the feeling of her against him and the lazy sensuality of the moment. They could get lost, go slow, and filter everything else out.
When their lips parted and Lauren turned her head to rest on her pillow again, Cillian adjusted her legs again, and then with intentional slowness, he guided his cock inside her from behind, her pussy taking him inch by inch until he was finally fully surrounded by her plush warmth.
“Ahhhhh,” Lauren moaned on an exhale as Cillian slowly entered her. He filled her inch by inch with warm fullness, and she gripped the bedsheet with her free hand as he finally became flush with her. Their legs interlocked as Cillian bent his own knee to meet the angle that allowed him to be as deep inside her as possible in this position.
“Do you know how much I love being inside you?” Cillian said lowly as he heard her exhale again.
“Mmmm,” Lauren hummed in response. “You feel so good. You just...you fill me up, Cill.”
Her words both surprised him and turned him on even more.
“Somebody’s gotten more vocal while I’ve been away,” he said in lustful teasing. But she just ground herself against him in response, wanting him to move.
With slow thrusts, Cillian moved in and out of her a few times, their bodies moving up and down in unison as the rain against the window made a lazy soundtrack for them.
“How’s that feel?” Cillian said after several more thrusts.
“Ohhh, so good,” Lauren moaned as she turned into her pillow more, the slow pleasure almost taunting her, feeling like she was being teased.
Cillian sensed her desperation, her hips rocking back and forth.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he whispered gently and gripped her fingers in his. “Just go slow with me and feel this.”
Together, they continued to move with deep, deliberate thrusts, Lauren dipping her hips each time Cillian entered her to meet him against her back. His chest was pressed firmly to her, and Cillian’s lips moved along her neck, Lauren reaching behind her to glide her fingers through his hair and tug it as he nipped her skin. They went back and forth, giving each other a touch, a kiss, or a whisper of something as they kept a lazy pace amongst the sheets.
As Cillian shifted them slightly again, his leg moved up higher along hers, and Lauren reached down to stroke his balls, her fingers tracing along his skin tantalizing slowly before then gently squeezing him, massaging and teasing him in her palm.
“Lauren...” Cillian groaned at her touch, his balls tightening even more as she fondled him.
Lauren turned her head and kissed his neck.
“Does that feel good?” she whispered.
Cillian could only groan lowly, moving his hand to cover hers, encouraging her to keep going. Her lips pressed to his neck again, and she continued to stroke him as he groaned deeply once more, savoring her touch while at the same time it drove him crazy.
Eventually, Cillian roughly grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together as he began thrusting into her again, Lauren gasping at the sudden shift. As their breathing gradually became heavier, Cillian released her hand and slipped his fingers to her center, finding her clit and circling it before then gently squeezing it between his fingers. Lauren gasped again when she felt the pleasure shoot through her as Cillian combined his thrusts with his touch.
“Cill, baby...ugghhh,” her eyes squeezed shut even tighter and she buried her face in her pillow as he pinched her clit again. “Baby, I can’t...I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can,” he murmured in her ear as he rolled her clit again. She bucked against him and moaned once more, and before she could press her face further into her pillow, Cillian lifted his hand from her core and grasped her chin, pulling her face back towards him and kissing her.
“Such a good girl, I know you can take it,” he said to her as he returned his fingers to her folds and stroked her bud again. When Lauren’s face scrunched up in agonizing pleasure and she exhaled a small cry, Cillian’s cock throbbed inside her.
“Look at me,” he said to her.
When Lauren opened her eyes, she was met with his, her heart pounding as he reached up and cupped her breast, his look causing her heart to skip a beat.
“I love you,” he said to her.
Reaching up, Lauren curled her hand behind his neck and pulled him down to her for another deep kiss.
“I love you,” she said quietly as they parted.
Cillian then began to move again, thrusting in and out, gradually going faster and harder until they were both panting and Lauren was moaning into her pillow once more. Cillian’s hand was firmly gripping her hip as he felt her walls tightening around him, and he groaned when she snuck her hand down a final time to stroke his balls again. In response, he slammed his hips against her and held her tightly.
“Come with me, sweetheart,” he said lowly in her ear.
Among a mix of moans and whimpers, they chased it together, Cillian thrusting as Lauren rocked her hips. Soon, their moans gave way to panting and gasps as they each felt the desperate closeness of a climax, and in a final push of urgency, Cillian sought her clit and stroked once more as Lauren’s velvet walls clamped around him. The sound of the rain was momentarily drowned out by each of them crying out as they came together.
Still wound tightly together, they sank deeper into the bed as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Lauren reached down and lifted Cillian’s hand from her waist, bringing it to her mouth and kissing it lovingly before intertwining their fingers. At the same time, Cillian tucked her more tightly under him, kissing the top of her head as she released a sigh.
“On second thought, there’s one reason I’d leave this bed today,” Cillian said eventually.
“Yeah? And what’s that?” Lauren asked, Cillian finally allowing her to roll over to face him.
“To get you into the tub,” he replied. “What do you say I run us a bath?”
As Cillian ran a finger along her hip, Lauren smiled up at him, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on his jaw.
“Sounds perfect,” she said.
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Everything But You
Pairing = Cillian Murphy x OC
Summary = Brianna is a young 19 year old getting ready to start her first year at Cork University to study Law. On her night out to celebrate she meets a man who will change her life in the best possible way.
Warnings = Language, Grammar, Implied cheating - however no cheating.
Word Count = 2265
Note = This idea has been rattling in my brain for the past week and I have heard to get it out. This will be a mini series of 90s Cillian. So he is in his band and getting ready to attend College. There will be smutty smut further on, I don’t expect it to be any longer than ten parts. :)
Enjoy.
Today had been a bittersweet morning for me. On one side, the happy side, I was accepted to study law in the University of Cork. A dream of mine since I was a little girl. Becoming a lawyer and following in the footsteps of my father and his father before him, my grandfather. I was carrying on the tradition and was excited to do so.
The bad news was I was rejected again by Riverdance, there was still no open spots. Performing in Riverdance was another dream of mine, not a lifelong dream like becoming a lawyer. But god did I love to dance.
I had developed a love of it at such a young age thanks to my mother. She was an Irish dancer herself and she taught me everything I needed to know. She was my number one fan, always at the meets, the competitions, the practices. Always supporting me.
With her help I became World Irish Dancer Champion twice, Ireland’s Champion four times and European Champion six times and that was only my major accomplishments.
When I turned sixteen however, I lost her to cancer. She was only 46.
Putting the rejection out of my mind for now, I finished the last touches of my makeup. Pumping myself up for a night out with the girls to celebrate my acceptance into College.
I had invited my boyfriend of two years Andrew tonight but he hadn’t responded to my request, instead he just changed the subject if I brought it up. So I doubted very much that I would see him.
“Enjoy your night love” My father, Seamus smiled, shaking his wet hands into the sink in the kitchen.
“Thank you dad, don’t wait up” I kissed the side of his cheek before bounding out of the kitchen and out into the taxi where my best friend Aoife was waiting, our other friends already at the club.
Arriving at the Hawaiian club just before 8pm, the place was already picking up with partygoers, looking to drink and dance away their stresses from the week. Weaving our way through the crowd we found our friends at a table towards the back, right next to the toilets.
“There she is, Miss Law” Billy raised his rum and coke at us as soon as we arrived. Marion and Aoife letting out wild coyote screams in excitement for me.
“Thank you” I grinned accepting a one arms hug from Marion before sitting down while Aoife got the drinks in.
*****
Feeling the buzz of the alcohol, I was dancing in my seat, swaying my upper body side to side when I glanced towards the bathroom, just as a young man no older than myself emerged from behind the white door.
His hair was long, reaching just past his ears. He was wearing a black shirt with some dark jeans but what captured my attention the most was the majestic blue eyes that seemed to scan the room before resting on my own.
I felt my mouth drop and go dry as he passed a table, sending a wink in my direction. He was probably one of the most attractive men I had seen in my life, celebrities sex icons included.
“Ohfft he was fit.” Aoife barked in my ear noticing the mysterious blue eyed man as well. Turning to face her, she had a mischievous smirk on her face and was biting her bottom lip. “You should go talk to him.”
“No way” I blushed looking down at the drink my lap. Lifting it to my mouth I decided to chew on the plastic straw, trying to hide my embarrassment.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“I’m not like that Aoife” I shook my head, placing the tall glass on the table. My mind instantly went to Andrew. He was nice, our relationship was nice.
He just didn’t have time for me, not right now anyway. Medical school was becoming hectic, he had to study hard to earn his license. At least, this was what I would tell myself whenever I felt alone in the relationship.
“That boy is a waste of your time Brie.” Aoife spoke with a deep scowl on her face, she never liked Andrew. She claimed she could sense an aura around him. She couldn’t describe it but it wasn’t a good one.
Whereas our friend Marion believed he felt like he was better than everyone around him and it was only recently I had saw what she meant. Lately it had seemed like, I wasn’t worth his time nor effort.
“Like where is he? Where is he tonight? He is off, don’t try and tell me otherwise.” Aoife continued, pointing her finger in my direction for emphasis, little did she know her tone of voice was all she truly needed.
“How do you know he is off?” I asked, watching Marion return with a tray full of shots. My eyes going wide at the thought of having to take one, shots were never my thing.
“Remember Calvin, his hot ass friend from the other night.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me, accepting a shot glass from Marion and knocking it back in one.
“Aoife, they were for a toast. God sake, control yourself.” Marion scolded stomping her heeled foot in annoyance before giving her another, this time with a warning look to wait.
“Don’t be a downer…It’s a celebration Mar.” Aoife yelled, sticking her tongue out at the brunette who simply rolled her eyes. “I slept with him, have him in the palm of me hand. Got him to send me their work schedule.”
“Why?” I asked, taking the shot Marion was offering me, nodding my head in thanks.
“To prove to you he is a worthless piece of shit who can’t even make the effort to come see his girlfriend on the day she starts her dream.” Aoife voice was raised as she spoke, catching the attention of Billy and Marion.
“We talking about Andrew?” Marion commented with a raised eyebrow of her own. “You can do so much better girly, you need a man who actually wants to spend time with you and puts in the time.”
“I get it none of you like Andrew” I sighed, bringing the shot glass to my lips and taking the tiniest sip of the Lemon Drop shot.
“I don’t mind him, honey.” Billy raised his hand with the shot into the air. “He is nice to look at, but you can do so much better.” He pouted his lips before taking the shot.
“Why are you only telling me this now? I could have saved a whole year of my life not being with him if you think he treats me so badly.” I huffed, taking a large sip of the shot, grimacing at its taste.
“He was your first college boo we wanted you to see it through but you are heading to law school now girl. Raise your standards like they raise the bar…” Aoife cackled looking around the group with a wide smile. “Did you get my lawyer joke?”
“Hilarious” I glared with a cheeky smile. Looking down at my drink noticing I needed a refill. Asking the other’s for their drink requests I made my way to the bar and stood at the side waiting patiently to be served.
“I’m Cillian.” The handsome man from the bathroom appeared next to me. His hand outstretched ready for me to shake.
Up close he was incredibly handsome. Light brown freckles dusted across his face, he had the plumpest lips I had ever seen and those eyes, oh my god those eyes, up this close. I could feel myself getting lost.
“Brianna, my friends call me Brie though.” I smiled, taking his hand in mine.
I expected him to shake it but instead, he raised it to his lips placing a tender kiss along each of my knuckles. His eyes never leaving mine as he did, a blush slowly creeping it’s way onto my cheeks.
“Brianna, beautiful name.” He nodded taking my hand from his lips but not quite letting it go, instead opting to hold it close to his chest. “I don’t want to be friends with you but can I call you Brie?” He smirked, mischief dancing in his eyes.
“You may call me Brie but friends is all you are going to get. I’m seeing someone.”
“Ahh, no” He acted, throwing his free hand over his chest, face contorting into fake pain at my words. “I’m not surprised though, beautiful girl like you.” He returned, with a smile.
“You should be an actor, your skills are on point.” I laughed shaking my head, turning to see where the barman was but he had yet to make his way over to me, serving the other end of the bar first.
“You think?” He asked, taking a sip of his Guinness that I hadn’t noticed was sitting on the bar edge on till now. “I’ll just quit my band now and go into acting then because you said so.”
“Oh my god no, don’t take my word for it.” I blushed looking down at the grimy worktop. I heard Cillian chuckle next to me, his hand coming into my vision sliding along the countertop, fingers tapping against the sticky wood. “So your in a band?”
“Indeed you should come watch us play sometime.” He nodded, taking his eyes from me and looking down at the bar. “We are called The Sons of Mr. Green Genes.”
“Such a strange name.” I mused bringing his attention back towards mine, his blue eyes felt like they were staring through to my soul. For some reason, I felt naked under his gaze. “For a band I mean.”
“What? You don’t like it?” He asked feigning hurt again.
“I didn’t say that now did I?” I challenged back with an eyebrow of my own raised.
“Touché.” Cillian laughed, dropping his chin towards his chest before turning towards me, forearm resting on the edge of the worktop. “Where is this lucky man of yours then?”
“He… I honestly do not know.” I shake my head, something inside of me deciding not to defend Andrew. “Hi, can I get two rums and cokes, one pint of Harp and a vodka coke. Do you want anything?” I ordered turning to Cillian when the barman eventually made his way towards me.
“Um no I’m good thanks” Cillian shook his head. “I don’t know why I was expecting at least one of those drink orders to be a fruity cocktail, you surprised me.”
“How do you know one of those drinks are mine? I could just be waiting for you to leave before ordering the cocktail.”
“That is true.” Cillian nodded, leaning towards me that little bit closer so his forearm brushed up against my own. “Except there is only four of you at your table and you ordered four drinks. Simple maths.”
“Your rather observant.”
“It’s’ a skill I have obtained for the longest time. Helps keep me out of trouble.”
“Do you get in trouble a lot?”
“Ah, you’ll have to give me your number to find that out” He winked, a cocky grin returning to his face.
Drawing my bottom lip between my teeth, I watched his eyes drop down to my lips and back towards my eyes, his action deepening the blush in my cheeks. No man has ever made me blush or feel as giddy as this man right here in front of me.
“I told you…”
“You have a guy, I know. I wouldn’t put you in a uncomfortable position but I do like you. We can be friends. Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?” He asked, the cheeky glint never leaving his eyes.
“I thought you weren’t interested in becoming friends.”
“Arghh you remembered.” He exaggerated throwing his head back. I could help but laugh as I watched his soft, deep brown hair floating back. “Alright fine, no number. This time, but come to the Taphouse, Saturday night for 8pm. My band is playing, you’ll enjoy it.”
“How do you know what I enjoy Cillian?”
“It’s like a sixth sense” He mused with a squint in his eyes. Hands moving up to draw circles around his temples. “I’ll see you Saturday?” He questioned finishing his Guinness and slamming the now empty glass on the counter.
“See you Saturday Cillian.” I nodded, a huge grin making its way onto my face as he pumped his arms in the air before weaving his way through the crowd to head towards the exit.
A group of his friends stood waiting for him, some older, some younger but all smirking and nudging their friend with their arms as soon as he reached them. Before he left, Cillian took one last look in my direction, sending another wink my way. Then he was gone.
“Miss” A voice broke me from my trance like state, glancing over my shoulder I noticed the barman had placed all my drinks on a tray in front of me, his hands outstretched for a payment.
Handing over a £10 note, I grabbed the tray, ignoring my change as I made my way back to my table, my friends wondering what had taken so long but I just smiled, shaking my head at them as my mind wondered to Cillian.
How was it possible to feel so wanted after a ten minute conversation with a complete stranger when I had been with Andrew for two years and felt nothing as close as this.
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Okay lmao but what if I just... started posting my novel-length Batman fanfiction. Piece by piece. I think that would be fun
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The Balls in Our Court-Chapter 12
TW: Harsh Discipline/Abuse
Please let me know what you think of this chapter! Finn and Amelia get messy, Tommy gets angry. There's broken glass, a flood. It's good and bad times.
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If you like Dark!Tommy....you may enjoy this. He's so awful in this fanfic.
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being super embarrassed of this 🤝 being incredibly proud of how it came out
ps. this is totally self insert art mwhahaha
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 - 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙶𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖
"𝙰𝚠𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛-𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙶𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖."
Author's note: Please read at your own risk , there might be a little cussing but nothing too much triggering. Chapters are gonna be written in 3rd person's point of view.
Trigger Warning: Slight to extreme cussing, creeps, possible obscene descriptions.
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Chapter One - Welcome to Gloomhelm
It was a compulsive decision, a thing that has started off as a crazy idea in Kaye's head and before she knew it? She already had mustered up the strength to stand up and pack their bags.
Now here they were driving towards the town Rome promised never to come back to, well moving out at 4 AM in the morning was not a mutual decision and Gloomhelm wasn't even in the conversation but here they were.
"There's a nearby gas station and convenience store, buy something for Ophelia and yourself." Rome blurted out coldly as his hands tightly gripped the steering wheel.
"Do you want anything? maybe a cup of coffee or a bottle of water?" Kaye replies as she looked at Rome, she wasn't dumb Kaye knew too well that He wasn't comfortable with this but their environment in the city was driving her crazy, His parents were a bunch of control freaks.
"Kaye that's not how you wash the baby's clothes."
"Kaye you're in America, stop believing those traditional things."
"Do this Kaye, do that Kaye."
"Stop washing the dishes with your hands Kaye, we have a dishwasher."
"Just a cup of coffee and ibuprofen, this trip is giving me a headache." A headache? was he implying that he'd rather stay in the city with his controlling parents?
That was the last strand.
"Oh really now this trip is giving you a headache? guess what Rome your parents don't only give me a headache every single fucking day. They give me unsolicited parental advice like I am an unfit Mother." Kaye snaps as the car finally came to a halt, removing her seatbelt she went straight out and grabbed Ophelia from the back seat.
Walking toward the convenience store, Kaye held on to her sleeping daughter not caring if Rome followed or not.
Entering the convenience store Kaye made sure to get everything she needed, skimming from one aisle to another.
Before heading straight for the cashier to pay for everything "Do you have ibuprofen? I couldn't seem to find any type of medicine by the aisles."
"You're new here aren't ya?" the cashier asks laughing as He grabbed the keys from a drawer, making Kaye nod slightly "We don't put medicine on the aisles hun junkies tend to steal them. I'm guessing you're from the City?"
"Yea Downtown Los Angeles," Kaye explains as she was starting to cradle Ophelia in her arms who was now waking up really fuzzy "And there's a lot of Junkies there too but I never saw convenience stores locking up even the allergy meds."
"Cities are different Hun you're in a very risky place" He states before giving her the Ibuprofen and looking at her straight in the eyes as if He was warning her what could possibly happen.
Nodding all she could do was hold her baby tighter and walk out with the plastic bag and hot coffee in her shaking hand, not caring about the change anymore Kaye walked towards the door.
Her eyes scanned around to find the spot where Rome had parked to wait for them, but instead, Kaye noticed the blood-red pickup truck arriving blasting some shitty music.
"Watch out, take good care of your family." the cashier added, making her stop dead in her tracks and look back at the guy, but decided to stay quiet and walk faster.
Kaye was sure of what He meant, but she shrugged it off.
But as soon as she got out? The pickup truck has already arrived infront of the convenience store and parked right there, a few young men still in the truck and just looking at her.
If she wasn't mistaken? There were six men in total and there were four dogs at the back of the truck, dogs that kept barking and snarling at them.
Mouths foaming as they kept making a fuss, it was a very uncomfortable sight but kaye needed to keep a straight face for her daughter.
"Aww look at you and your horror-striken faces, did my little hellspawns scare you? Poor city people. Welcome to Gloomhelm. " the driver blurted out laughing as He lit his cigarette and kept looking at Kaye like a piece of meat.
does she really look scared for the driver to mock her like that? Kaye was starting to lose her patience again and it wasn't good.
"Fuck off, keep staring at me like that and I'll gauge your eyes out myself." Mostly she'd easily brush them off, but in front of her child? It's something she won't tolerate.
"What did you just say bitch?" She definately struck a nerve, it was too obvious as the man turned red and got out of the truck with his dog following behind.
"You heard me loud and clear, fuck off and stare at something else." Kaye was never the one to cause any altercation, she was always composed.
But maybe not this time.
Everything escalated quickly, as the others noticeably let down the other three dogs just to intimidate her.
But a nudge inbetween her leg and a familiar low growl made her feel confident, it was Vinnie her K-9.
"You got a problem with my wife?" Rome's cold yet intimidating voice stated as He went on his wife's side.
A glint of fright was to be seen on the man's eyes, holding back the four dogs on his own He gulped and shook his head "Roman? I never knew you'd come back."
"Well I'm fucking here am I? That's why I clearly saw how you motherfucking stared at my wife while intimidating her." Rome's words were like sharp daggers, stabbing into the man.
"I wasn't aware that she is your wife Roman, I swear." The man explained as he was signalking the others to come and grab the dogs to put them back at the back of the truck.
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As the heated conversation was happening, a young man quietly watched from inside the pickup truck a cigarette in hand.
He didn't know the guy, but He sure did know the young woman. He knew her so fucking damn well.
"You've been hiding way too long Karina, and look where I actually found you." He muttered to himself before puffing the smoke He inhaled, blood boiling as he stared at the man beside her.
If it was even possible, He'd be burning holes on that goddamn man's head, but it isn't polite to do that the first time they met right?
"You're fucking lucky My Karina's around." He mumbled before putting his facemask on and going out of the pickup truck to "neutralize the situation"
"what seems to be the problem Salvo? Why'd you bring the boys out? I told you not to harrass women right?" He states, trying to act as if He was the hero of the story.
Heart pumping as He saw the beauty of Karina, it had been years and the last time He saw her face to face was at a Cafe in Korea a few years back, when they called it quits.
"I ran into an old acquaintance and His wife." He felt bitter, Karina should be His Wife not someone else's.
Nobody deserves Karina but Him.
"I see." He starts off as He looked at them for a good few seconds "My apologies for the inconvenience that my friend here caused, I'll be talking to him about this."
"Well make sure about that, I don't want any of your fucking men lurking around my family." and with that being said? Rome pulled his family away from the group.
"I will." He won't, He'll never.
Specially now that He found HIS beautiful Karina.
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‘dangerously yours’ .ೃ࿐ ❝masquerade❞
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° cillian murphy x f! reader
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AFTER A FEW WEEKS, everything on set was done. these weeks were very exhausting because all she was doing for a few days was searching with her assistant for the most vintage and breathtaking hotel that could exist. the first episode they were about to make was also the first episode in the original broadcast that was called ‘masquerade’. the whole action takes place in a hotel, so they needed to find the perfect one. it was a hard decision to make because all the places were booked or too expensive to rent. but after visiting a lot of old hotels, she found the most luminous one.
it was a hotel on the outskirts of a small city, which was very atmospheric because it felt like she was really in an old city. she knew that it wasn’t the last time she would have to search for a location like this because every episode would have a different plot, etc., but she liked it. she wanted everything to be like it was in her teenage head. you could tell that she was enjoying putting all that effort into that project by seeing a big smile on her face all the time. she knew that maybe people would hate this series, but she didn’t care; she was doing it mostly for herself.
the ‘masquerade’ episode was a story about the beautiful but tragic love between rudolph & catherine. it was beautifully written, full of amazing quotes, and even more amazing characters. but in broadcast, they showed a shorter version of a tale, so it was quite difficult to do this on the movie set. she wanted to do it in an old-fashioned style; she was inspired by theater performances, and she loved this overplayed expression.
. . .
these days she also spent talking with the cast to get to know them better. she wanted everyone to feel comfortable with each other because they were going to spend time together for a year or longer. y/n got to like all of her teammates, but she liked cillian the most. maybe it was cliché, but she was his fan for eight years, and now she had him in her production, so it was obvious that he got her attention the most. she was mesmerized by his charisma and charm. he was a good listener who preferred listening to her talk about her story or this project than talking about himself. he was very fascinated by her investment and her knowledge about everything that they needed for their roles. he had been an actor for a long time, but it was the first time he met a young soul who was that professional and helpful in this career. she was doing everything by herself, with a little help from her assistant. cillian was ambitious, but he would never be able to do this many things at once, and she doesn’t look tired at all.
now he was sitting on the couch in the hotel hallway, rereading the script just in case. he saw y/n coming toward him with a smile on her face; she was in catherine’s white dress, looking just like women in 20s. if you ask cillian, he thought that she was perfect for this role.
“you like this place?” she sat next to him and admired how good he looked in this kind of suit.
“yes, it is gorgeous; you can feel like you are stepping back in time when you are here.” he smiled at her. he was being honest with her, he found not only this hotel but also the city beautiful; he has always been a fan of small towns.
“i’m happy you like it; i’m in love with this hotel; it’s just as i imagined it while listening to this.”
“and you look just as i imagined catherine, classy and beautiful,” cillian said confidently. she blushed and said a polite ‘thank you’.
“you are perfect-looking too, mister.” she felt good doing a bit of flirting with him because she excused herself by saying that it was only preparation for the roles.
“see you on set, darling,” cillian said, standing up from the couch and making his way to his wardrobe. maybe he will like this production even more than he thinks.
. . .
“okay, so we are ready for the first scene, in the catherine’s room. are we ready?" the director said, looking at y/n and cillian. they just nodded and smiled at each other. she smoothed her dress and sat down in the chair as cillian made his way behind the mahogany doors. it was a middle scene from broadcast, but it isn’t new that on set nothing is done chronologically.
“and action!"
cillian knocked on the door and she walked, her hips overplaying moves, just as she imagined the women in the past. she opened and smiled at him, resting her head on the door.
“madam, you have made a mistake. my name is not lougi. i’ve not seen you or these jewels before,” he said, changing his accent to something more american, at this moment, y/n knew she made the right decision by putting him into this role.
“i know. won’t you come in, count estefan?” she smiled sweetly. she also sounds a little differently than when she speaks normally.
"you- you know who i am?” he said, walking into ‘her apartment’ as she closed the door.
“well of course! you were the most handsome man in dining room and i was very lonely, so i thought tonight i will have an adventure. i will make an acquaintance of the distinguished count estefan.” y/n felt like she could say those words to cillian not only in those circumstances, but in reality as well.
“how do you know my name?” he asked, surprised, raising his eyebrows.
“it was not difficult to find out” she smiled, pushing back a wisp of her hair from her face.
“how did you know i wouldn’t run off with your jewels?”
“i took that chance. besides they’re insured. are you angry?”
cillian chuckled, his laugh was prettier in real life, y/n though. “no, i’m not angry. if some kind fate wishes to send a beautiful lady to dine with me, i can only be grateful. you will do me the honor, won’t you, madam?” he said it so convincingly that people could think that he wasn’t acting.
“i shall be delighted” she said blushing.
“and cut!” the director said with a big smile, and clapped loudly. “everything is done in one take; you two are the best; if this is what it would looks like, i would be the happiest director on earth,” he laughed as an all-staff.
“it’s getting late, but it’s perfect; we can do a shooting star scene, and we are done for today,” y/n’s assistant said, as cillian nodded, agreeing with that plan.
. . .
“so. . . how do you like it so far?” y/n asked cillian, while going to the location next to the hotel, where they were going to record a next scene.
“i love it; actually, you are a great actress, so it makes it easier. really, i have never done a whole scene in one take,” he said, being surprised at how good an actress y/n is. he has never seen her in any movies, so he was skeptical about her being the main character at first, but he was more than happy to work with her.
“thank you; i’m flattered to hear this from an actor like you. my great-grandmother would be proud that someone as great as you played in her comfort show” she didn’t know why, but talking with cillian was smooth and very entertaining. he was almost twice her age, but she didn’t care about things like this, and she hoped that he didn’t either.
“well. . . i’m sure, she is happy that you play her roles, it really suits you.”
. . .
“the sky is perfect for this; we’re lucky,” adam — the director — said happily, turning the camera on again. “cillian and y/n. you two sit down right here,” he said, pointing out the vintage bench as they sat next to each other. “great. and now, cillian you put your arm around y/n shoulder; it’s a romantic scene after all.” when y/n felt cillian’s touch on her skin, she tried not to tens her muscles; she didn’t even know why she reacted like this, but she ignored it.
“and action!”
“look catherine! a shooting star! did you wish?” he asked, pointed up to the sky.
“oh. . . i didn’t have time”
“and there is something you’d wish for?” he asked curiously, looking at her.
“yes. . .”
“what did you wish?”
“i was wishing that- we were two other people. two people who need not say goodbye. . .” she said with sadness in her voice.
“perhaps it can be that way” he looked at her, squeezing her arm.
“cut!” adam ended the recording. “thank you guys so much; you were incredible. i never had people who could do scenes that fast. tomorrow is a day off, so see you in two days!” everyone started to make their way to wardrobes, but when y/n stood up from the bench, she felt cillian touch her hand. she looked at him with a smile as he asked:
“would you like to go for lunch with me tomorrow?”
“i would love to see you at two, rudolph” she chuckled. she couldn’t hide how excited she was at this moment.
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Welcome! My name is Lauren. I am 23, use she/her pronouns, and am a fanfiction writer as well as a self-admitted film snob. I write OC x Canon fanfiction, mostly for Cillian Murphy characters.
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Dunkirk
Cold Waters & Sunlit Gardens
When she decides to accompany the Dawsons on their voyage to help during the evacuation of Dunkirk, Daisy Preston has little idea of what she is actually getting herself into. All she knows is that there's tea, the roar of planes overhead, and the blue eyes of the handsome, shivering soldier they just rescued from a shipwreck staring at her from across the deck.
In Time
The Shackles of Broken Time
Trapped in poverty and forced to contribute to a cause she doesn't actually believe in, Rose Mason keeps her mind focused on simply surviving day to day. Until a few reckless actions catch her the attention of Timekeeper Raymond Leon; the last person anyone would want to have as an enemy.
Inception
Hiding Here Inside a Dream
Alice Emerson has known Robert Fischer since they were four years old. Instant best friends, they were near inseparable until the meddling of an abusive father drove them apart. But perhaps they can find their way back to one another. And maybe, finally, admit that they've been in love with each other all this time.
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Love Me Where I'm Most Ruined (In Progress)
They call him the Devil. They tell her to stay clear of him. They warn her that he'll steal her soul. But Lucy Winters came to Small Health fleeing monsters and unspeakable trauma. And her soul seems but a small price to pay in exchange for the things that Tommy Shelby has to offer her.
Nocturnal Me
There’s something sitting on the edge of the bed, and it wants her husband.
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The Shadow Game
Broken, traumatized, and more than a little insane, Vanessa Sullivan and Jonathan Crane's childhoods were steeped in horror and loneliness. But when they are assigned as lab partners during their time in college, they realize that they may not be as alone in their madness as they'd both originally thought.
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Red Carpet
Part 11
***!!!Warning: mature content, minors DNI, 18+ readers only!!!***
Previous part here
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As the car gradually made its way through the streets, both of them remained silent, and the tension in the back seat could have been cut with a knife. A few times, Lauren snuck a sideways glance at Cillian, but he kept his gaze forward, a look of steely determination on his face.
What was he up to now? she thought. While she’d felt more docile upon first getting in the car, she had more time to think with each block they drove, and now, her thoughts and emotions were all over the place.
On the one hand, she still couldn’t forget what he’d said to her that day at the hotel, and he’d never apologized or shown any remorse for it. She also couldn’t forget the way he had taunted her during their close call in the bathroom of the bar.
On the other hand, tonight, he was different again. He’d complimented her endlessly and shown her off, and there was something akin to pride in his voice through it all. The way he’d looked at her all night reflected what she thought she’d occasionally seen in his eyes in the past, and she couldn’t stop thinking about the way he'd held her hand and gripped her waist all evening, showing both affection and possessiveness.
So what was the deal? What did he want? It was all so inconsistent, and she couldn’t make sense of it. As they remained silent in the back seat, she decided that, upon getting to his place, she’d give him 10 minutes to talk, and if all he could give her was more contradictions, then she would walk right out the door.
Glancing sideways at Lauren, Cillian could see the gears turning in her head as they sat in silence. She was no doubt questioning his behavior, and he knew that a part of the reason why she’d even gone along with him throughout the evening was because she was just so surprised by his actions that she didn’t know what else to do. But as soon as he’d seen her, he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight again, and he’d seized the opportunity to show her off. She deserved every compliment and bit of attention she’d been given that night, and he’d loved watching her shine. If it also made her reconsider whatever she’d been thinking about him, then all the better.
But now, he could see that she was still apprehensive. Of course, he couldn’t blame her, and he knew that he was lucky that she’d even gotten into the car with him at all. But throughout the night, he’d gradually felt that warmth from her, seen her gaze soften and then linger on him multiple times, and now, he just needed to get her alone so that they could finally start understanding each other.
Lauren swallowed nervously as the car finally came to a stop and Cillian once again spoke to the driver. He then opened the door and got out of the car before turning around to extend his hand back in for her. Lauren reached out and gripped his fingers, letting him help her out of the car, but as soon as she was on her own two feet, she slipped her hand out of his. Cillian was in the process of sending the driver off, but Lauren interjected, bending down slightly to speak to him through the window.
“Actually, would you mind just waiting here, if you could?” she said to him. “This shouldn’t take very long.”
Lauren could feel Cillian staring at her, but she continued to look at the driver. If things went south, she wanted a quick out.
After the driver agreed to wait, Lauren stood up again and looked at Cillian, raising her eyebrows expectantly.
The little brat, he thought fondly, both frustrated and amused. Even now, she was going to challenge him. But if he had anything to say about it, she wouldn’t be setting foot back outside for the next month.
Cillian placed a hand in the small of her back, leading her down the walk and up the stairs to his front door. Upon unlocking the door, he made way for her to enter first, before stepping inside himself and flicking on the lights. He then reached back and pulled the door closed behind them, before turning and walking into the living area. He expected Lauren to be right behind him, but when he turned around, he saw that she was still standing in the entryway, looking at him with her arms folded across her chest.
“You’ve got 10 minutes,” she said to him.
He stared back at her.
“There’s an entire house here for us to talk in,” he answered.
“I’m fine right here, thank you,” she replied stubbornly. Truthfully, if it had been any other situation, she would have been very interested to see his place. Being there felt so personal.
Cillian shook his head.
“You are something else, you know that?” he said to her.
“Well, over the course of the last two weeks, you’ve gone from insinuating that I’m a slut, to then acting like you care about me, to resuming taunting me, and now to singing my praises all night.” She tilted her head at him accusingly. “So, surely, you can understand why I’m a little apprehensive.”
“I never called you a slut,” he replied.
“You may as well have,” Lauren said.
They stared at each other for a moment.
“Why did you tell Alex not to make that post about me?” he asked her suddenly.
Lauren blinked a few times, caught off guard by both the change in subject as well as the fact that he had that information.
“How do you know about that?” she asked surprisedly.
He looked at her.
“Just answer the question.”
Still surprised, Lauren blinked again, shaking her head. She looked around the room.
“I...I don’t know.”
Cillian took a few steps closer to her.
“Yes, you do. Why did you tell her not to do it?” he asked again.
Looking at him, Lauren let out a deep breath before finally answering. She may as well just be honest – he already knew what she’d done.
“Because, regardless of the fact that you’re an asshole, I cared about you,” she replied. “I thought you cared about me, too. And, I thought that maybe the way you’d acted at the hotel was because you were jealous. But when you never apologized, I realized that wasn’t the case. The way you treated me on my birthday just solidified that suspicion.”
Remembering that night, Cillian felt his cock twitch, and he couldn’t help but smirk.
“From what I remember, you seemed to like the way I was treating you that night,” he said to her.
Lauren blushed, but then glared at him.
“You almost had me fooled, I’ll give you that. But I caught what you said.”
From her reaction earlier at the event, he knew what she was referring to.
“I called you what I always call you,” he replied, confused.
“Yeah, and you know how much I hate it. You hadn’t said it in a while, so I thought maybe you finally had some respect for me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Cillian muttered, shaking his head. She had it all wrong.
But Lauren wasn’t finished.
“And I don’t know what tonight was, exactly,” she continued, “but I’m tired of whatever game you’re playing. So unless you can tell me something that makes sense within the next 30 seconds, I’m done with all this. I deserve at least a fraction of respect.”
At that, Cillian lost his cool.
“For Christ’s sake, you’re the only person around here I have fucking respect for!” he raised his voice. “Did I not make that clear tonight? Jesus, Lauren, I think you’re fucking amazing! And if you weren’t so busy avoiding me and looking for reasons not to believe it, you’d have seen a long time ago that I’m crazy about you!”
His eyes bored into her, his expression completely serious.
Shocked, Lauren just looked at him, suddenly at a loss for words as her heart pounded. His face was completely sincere.
“You are?” she finally asked quietly.
Cillian stepped closer to her again, looking into her eyes.
“Yes,” he said, “I am. I’ve been crazy about you since the day I found you lost in that hallway. I just didn’t realize it right away.”
At that, Lauren’s heart swelled with emotion. He remembered the day they met?
“And you’re right about three things,” Cillian continued. “I am an asshole, I do care about you, and I was jealous that day.”
“You do? You were?” she asked, her expression still one of surprise.
“When I saw that photographer looking at you, I was furious. And when he touched you, I was ready to end him. I said what I said out of jealousy, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Processing what he’d said, Lauren looked at him, and after a moment, her gaze softened.
“But why did you...” Lauren started, looking down and shaking her head. She then looked back up at him. “I mean, why didn’t you just tell me that?”
Cillian exhaled.
“I was going to. I planned to clear things up at your party, but as soon as I touched you, any coherent thought went out the window. When you responded the way you did, I thought that meant we understood each other. Add that to the fact that you defended me like you had, and I thought you cared about me, too.”
For a moment, they just stared at each other.
“I did,” Lauren finally replied quietly, looking down again. “I do.”
It was true. Even after everything that had happened between them before tonight, she’d still found herself unable to hate him. And now, he was saying everything she could want to hear, and there was no trace of dishonesty in it.
Reaching out, Cillian raised his hand to place a finger under her chin, lifting her head and making her look him in the eyes.
“You do?” he asked, his expression hopeful.
Looking at him, Lauren gave him a little smile.
“Yes. You somehow manage to be the most maddening, exhausting man as well as the most endearing and charming one at the same time. I saw that, and I wanted to be around you all the time. Underneath all that sarcasm, you’re actually sweet.”
Cillian grinned at her.
“So I’m not an asshole?” he said.
Lauren smiled again.
“Well, I didn’t say that...” she teased him.
He looked at her, and when he pretended to be hurt, she couldn’t help but giggle.
At the sound of her laughter, Cillian released a small groan and stepped closer to her as they looked into each other’s eyes. He put his palm on her hip, gently pushing her against the front door and lowering his head into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her perfume and nuzzled her skin, and Lauren reached up and placed her hands on his waist.
“I meant every single thing I said about you tonight, you know?” he said to her. “Tell me you believe that.”
He could hear her breathing, could feel her chest rising and falling.
“Yes,” she whispered back, slightly turning her head closer to him. “Thank you.”
Cillian pulled away to look at her.
“Any chance I can have more than 10 minutes now?” he asked, his hand still on her hip. “I’m praying you’ll let me send that driver away.”
Lauren looked back at him, biting her lower lip as she nodded her head.
As Cillian reached out and grabbed the door handle, Lauren stepped a few feet away to allow him to open it. After leaning out and whistling to the driver, Cillian jerked his thumb and sent him off. When he closed the door and turned back around, he saw Lauren standing further into the entryway, nervously wringing her hands in front of her. It was adorable.
“Did I tell you yet how fucking incredible you look?” he said to her, still admiring her from the doorway. Lauren blushed and bit her lip again, shyly shaking her head.
“Well, you do,” he continued, taking several steps and closing the distance between them. “You’re stunning. I’ve been half hard since the minute you got out of that car tonight.”
Lauren blushed even deeper, feeling desirous yet timid. As she tucked her hair behind her ear, Cillian reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, turning her around and pulling her back against his front.
“You in this dress...” he said in her ear as he slowly ran his hands along her sides. “You in this dress does things to a man.”
Lauren’s heart pounded, and she placed her hands on top of his. Braver now that they weren’t face to face, she spoke.
“I wanted you to eat your heart out,” she said with a smile as she leaned against him. She could feel his erection on her back, and he hummed out a breath as he nuzzled her neck again.
“I’d much rather eat you out,” he replied lowly.
Lauren’s jaw dropped.
“Cillian!” she exclaimed in shocked thrill. She lifted a hand and swatted his arm.
He nearly lost it. It was the first time in all the time they’d known each other that she’d ever said his name, at least to his face. He loved the way it sounded coming from her, especially as it was laced with arousal.
“Say it again,” he demanded in her ear. She knew what he meant, but when she didn’t respond fast enough for his liking, he slapped her ass hard.
“Cillian!” she gasped. She arched her back and her ass thrusted against him.
“That’s right, get used to saying it,” he growled.
Still behind her, Cillian’s hands slowly slid down over her backside and reached for the hem of her dress. When he pushed it up her hips to reveal her bottom, Lauren could hear him suck in a breath.
“Christ,” he muttered as he admired her perfect, plump ass. She was completely bare, save for the skimpiest little black lace thong in existence. At the sight, his dick was rock hard, and he smoothed his palms over her cheeks before sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her flush to him again.
“I stand corrected,” he said as he slipped his finger in the band of her thong. “This is going to be my undoing.” As he spoke, he pulled the band back and then released it, letting it snap against her skin.
“What were you thinking when you put this on?” he asked her. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Lauren giggled again, thrilled at his reaction.
“Maybe,” she replied mischievously over her shoulder, slightly rubbing her ass against him. She could feel a throbbing between her thighs.
Cillian released a low groan before speaking again.
“Believe me, baby, once you see what I’m gonna do to you, you’re gonna want me alive.” He slipped his hand to her front and pressed a finger to her clit.
Lauren involuntarily whimpered at his touch, and his words caused a heat to spread through her body. Any smart remark she may have had was forgotten the moment he touched her like that, and when he kissed her neck, she angled her head to allow him more access to her, craving every touch he gave her.
Cillian kept his fingers against her center as he kissed her. She was already so wet, the fabric of her thong not standing a chance. His body pulsed with the need to feel all of her, and he slid his hands up her torso, tracing his fingers up her spine before grasping the small zipper of her dress and pulling it down. He began to part the fabric from her shoulder blades, but then he turned her around, wanting to feast on every second that her breasts were finally revealed to him.
As Lauren turned to face him, the primal look in his eyes made her heart skip a beat. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck out of shy desire. But then, once she was safe in his warmth and inhaled his cologne, she couldn’t stop herself from lifting a palm to his opposite cheek while she turned her head slightly and placed a kiss on his jawline.
Cillian groaned.
“Please tell me you’re not going to stop there,” he said.
Lauren pressed her lips to him again, slowly trailing kisses along his jaw until she made her way to his mouth. She paused for a moment, and Cillian looked down at her lips.
“Give me what I want,” he said to her.
Immediately, Lauren pressed her lips to his, and she ran her fingers through his hair as she scratched at the back of his scalp. He devoured her mouth, and as she pulled him more closely against her, Cillian responded by bracing her in his arms before moving them forward and pushing her against the wall. As her bare back met the cold surface, she had to pull away from him as she released a small cry of shock, arching away from the wall. When their eyes met, they both smiled, and Cillian leaned into her again.
“I’m sorry,” he said as his mouth ghosted over hers. “I want you naked, but I didn’t think we’d still be here in the hallway.”
Lauren smiled again and leaned forward, pecking his lips.
“Then maybe you should take me to the bedroom,” she whispered bravely.
Suddenly, a fire appeared in Cillian’s eyes. He blew out a short breath and narrowed his eyes at her in warning.
“Be careful what you ask for,” he said to her. “Once we’re in there, we’re not coming out until I say so.”
Lauren bit her lip again as she placed her hands on his shirt and glided them up his chest. She then moved them up to the lapels of his jacket before grasping them in her hands and pulling him closer.
“I can live with that,” she responded.
Cillian muttered an expletive under his breath as he grabbed Lauren’s wrists and pulled her away from the wall. Lacing their fingers together, he walked her through the hallway and to the bedroom, pushing her inside and closing the door behind them.
Immediately, they met in the middle of the room. As Cillian placed his head over her shoulder and worked to finish unzipping her dress, Lauren slid her hands under his jacket and pushed it off him, before grabbing his shirt and working it up his middle. He stopped for a moment to put enough space between them to allow her to pull the shirt off him, and he shucked it to the floor as he grabbed her again. His hands returning to her back, Lauren wrapped her arms around his shoulders and glided her fingers along his skin. When he finally had her zipper completely undone, Cillian grabbed her hips and pushed her away from him slightly, wanting to see every inch of her as he removed the dress from her body.
He pulled the thin straps down her shoulders, and Lauren slipped her arms through them. Cillian’s eyes raked over her as he slowly pulled the dress down her chest and torso and then rolled it down her hips, the skirt still gathered high on her thighs from when he’d inched it up earlier. As the dress fell to the floor, Lauren felt her entire body flush as she saw the way he looked at her. A part of her felt so exposed that she wanted to hide, but Cillian pulled her against him before she had a chance to think twice. His hands glided over her skin as he hovered in the crook of her neck.
“Fuck,” he said hoarsely, breathing heavily against her, “just when I thought you couldn’t be more perfect.”
Without warning, he slid his hand up her middle and palmed her right breast, cupping it fully and pinching her nipple. Lauren whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure, and she shuddered out a breath as he moved to her left breast. He then turned her around so her back was to him once more.
“Do you have any idea how crazy these drove me?” Cillian said to her, reaching up to her chest from behind her and kneading each breast. “It took all my strength not to rip your shirt off every time we were together.”
Lauren couldn’t help but smile, loving the thought of making him so crazy.
“I wouldn’t have stopped you,” she replied to him. She tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder as he continued to touch her.
“Now you tell me.” He shook his head. “Un-fucking-believable.”
Lauren smiled again, still braver with him behind her.
“Poor baby,” she teased him. She ground her ass against him and began to giggle, but it was cut short when Cillian whipped her back around and roughly pulled her close.
“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he warned her lowly. “But if you wanna go there, I’m more than happy to teach you a lesson.”
At that, Cillian grabbed the back of her neck possessively and covered her lips with a searing kiss. Lauren moaned into his mouth, and she placed a hand on his cheek as they devoured each other. As Cillian gripped her body tighter, she curled her arms underneath his, pulling herself as close against him as possible, loving the feeling of her naked breasts against his bare chest. She let her fingers dance across the muscled planes of his back, and she hadn’t noticed that he’d been guiding her towards the bed until her calves met the mattress.
Cillian tried to take things slowly, but as soon as Lauren had teased him with her ass, it pushed him over the edge. Relishing in feeling her against him skin to skin, his lips remained on hers as he backed her towards the bed. He felt her fingers gliding along his back, and as much as he wanted her touch, he wanted to touch her more. Upon meeting the mattress, he slipped his hands down her arms and grasped her elbows, pulling her arms away from him while he simultaneously pulled away from her mouth. Lauren looked at him, confused for a moment, before he gently pushed her back further, making her sit on the bed. Quickly, he knelt down in front of her and removed his shoes and socks, before he reached out and lifted her feet off the floor, one at a time, to remove her heels.
“I have half a mind to make you keep these on,” he said, almost to himself. Her sexy little black heels were a seductive contrast to the red polish on her toes. As he removed her second shoe, he gently stroked her ankle, and when Lauren pointed her toes in a reflex, Cillian slipped his hand to the bottom of her foot and ran his thumb along her arch.
“Ahh!” Lauren breathed out, squirming as she pointed her toes even more and fell back on her elbows. Cillian’s head shot up to look at her, and he smiled at her reaction. That was a bit of information he’d have to remember for later. He did it again, and Lauren jerked her foot out of his grip.
“So sensitive,” he teased, still watching her as she was semi-reclined on the bed. He then stood up and grabbed her wrists, lifting her arms up and above her head. He planted his knees on the bed on either side of her and leaned forward, causing her to fully fall back against the mattress as he pinned her wrists down with one hand. He hovered over her as their eyes met.
“Let’s see if that’s the case everywhere,” he said.
With that, Cillian lowered his face to her chest and pressed his lips to her collarbone. He trailed kisses all along her skin, and he could feel Lauren writhing slightly as he got closer to her breasts. Still holding her down with one hand, he used the other to cup her breast again, kissing the underside before finally closing his lips around her nipple.
Lauren inhaled sharply and arched her back up, her eyes fluttering closed as his tongue swiped over the hardened peak. She bit her lip and moaned as Cillian simultaneously kneaded her flesh, before he switched the hands on her wrist so that he could pay her other breast the same attention. Lauren couldn’t help but fight his grip, feeling the need to move, and when she did, he let her wrists go, loving having her helpless but wanting to use both of his hands to touch her. Still kneeling over her, Cillian braced himself on the bed as he slowly ran his tongue up the valley between her breasts. Lauren’s chest rose and fell quickly, and he then pulled back in order to slide his hands onto her again, massaging each perfect, plump mound of flesh before pushing them together and burying his face in them. As he kissed and sucked her again, Lauren’s hands flew to his head, her palms curling around his scalp and holding him against her.
Eventually, Cillian retreated from her chest, lifting his head to hers and resting in the crook of her neck. Lauren reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, then trailed her hand up the back of his head and stroked the hair at the nape of his neck. She loved the delicious feeling of his weight above her, and she wrapped a leg around his waist, feeling the combination of his bare torso and the fabric of his pants against her skin. She softly kissed his neck as he hovered over her shoulder, stroking his nape again.
Cillian groaned as Lauren touched him, inhaling her intoxicating scent again as he pressed his lips beneath her earlobe.
“I could spend hours with these,” he said in her ear as he kneaded her breasts again and pinched her nipples. Lauren arched into his hands and moaned in pleasure, but she shook her head, and he pulled back from her to look down into her eyes.
“Why not?” he said mischievously, but he felt the subtle yet steady rocking of her hips beneath his, and he knew exactly why.
Lauren’s face flushed and she bit her lip, too timid to speak, and Cillian couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across his face, enjoying the contrast of her shy helplessness beneath him compared to outside the bedroom. Somehow, he knew she would be all talk and no show, and he fucking loved it.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked her. “Tell me what you want.”
Lauren’s heart was pounding, and she pressed her thighs together in need. She closed her eyes and shook her head again, but Cillian leaned down and gently grasped her chin between his fingers, causing her to open her eyes again.
“Tell me,” he whispered as he hovered over her mouth. “I know you can.”
Involuntarily, Lauren’s hips bucked upwards against his, seeking any kind of contact, any kind of friction. She was helpless underneath him, his touch and his dominance causing an arousal and a need in her so great that she thought she was going to faint.
“Just...just...touch me,” she said breathlessly. “Please!”
Hearing her beg him, any remaining blood in Cillian’s veins coursed straight to his cock. He reached his hand down between their bodies and lightly stroked his fingers over her mound, noting that her thong was now completely soaked. At his touch, Lauren’s hips bucked again.
“Where? Here?” he teased her darkly, his voice thick with lust. He stroked her again, applying more pressure.
Lauren gasped and clamped her thighs together around his hand, nodding her head wordlessly and arching her back as she gripped the bedsheets. Cillian gently pulled his fingers from her center and then placed both of his hands on her hips, hooking his fingers into the lace of her thong.
“As unbelievably sexy as this is,” he said as he began slowly pulling the fabric down her hips, “I think we’ll both be happier when it’s on my floor.” He curled his fingers under Lauren’s ass cheeks, encouraging her to lift her hips as he kept pulling it down. Once she lifted off the mattress, he slipped it completely off her and then mindlessly tossed it to the floor. Immediately, his fingers returned to her core, the absence of the fabric now allowing him to fully feel all of her. Lauren whimpered as she felt him stroke up and down her bare center, and when he tentatively slipped a finger between her folds and skimmed her clit, she cried out in pleasure.
“Ahh!” she bucked against his hand.
“Yeah? You like that?” Cillian ground out hoarsely, insanely turned on by her reaction to his touch. He pressed deeper into her folds and felt her arousal coating his fingers.
“So wet,” he groaned in awe of her. “Is this all for me?” He slowly pumped his fingers again, curling them up into her. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Lauren?”
“Yes!” Lauren breathed, her heart skipping several beats at the way he said her name. She writhed against him as he worked his fingers, swiping through her arousal again as he pressed his thumb to her clit.
“Oh!” Her eyes squeezed shut again, nearly kicking her legs at the sensation.
Holding her hip down with his free hand, Cillian slowly withdrew his fingers from her. Lauren mewled a protest at the loss of his touch, and she lifted onto her elbows to look at him, her clit throbbing. As she squeezed her thighs together, she met his eyes, and Cillian briefly held her gaze before sliding his hands onto her knees and pulling her legs apart. Lauren tried to catch her breath, but before she could even fully inhale, the wind was knocked out of her again as she suddenly felt Cillian’s warm mouth on her mound.
“Oh my God!” she cried out as he licked a hot path to her clit. Instinctively, Lauren tried to press her legs together, but Cillian quickly slid his palms onto each of her inner thighs, keeping her legs parted as he continued to explore her with his tongue. His mouth still on her, he lifted his eyes to meet hers, and her heart skipped so many beats that Lauren thought she was going to faint. Her elbows immediately gave out beneath her and her back met the mattress again, and she threw her arm over her eyes, not thinking she’d survive if she looked at him again.
Upon seeing Lauren cover her face, Cillian pulled away from her core and raised himself back up over her. As much as he loved how much she was coming undone, he wanted to see and hear every moment of it; wanted her to let go.
Lauren could sense Cillian above her, but she kept her arm over her eyes. Her lips were parted slightly and her chest was heaving, and she felt him gently grasp her wrist as he peeled her arm away. She still didn’t open her eyes, though, and after a moment, Cillian spoke.
“Lauren,” he said, “look at me.”
After a beat, Lauren forced herself to open her eyes, unable to resist how gentle he sounded. Her heart pounded as she met his eyes, and he lifted a hand to her face and stroked her cheek.
“Am I making you feel good?” he asked her, keeping their eyes locked.
Lauren nodded slowly and blushed.
“Yes,” she whispered. “So good.”
“Then I want you to show me,” he replied. “Everything you’re feeling; I want to see and hear it all. Don’t hide from me.”
“I’m sorry,” Lauren replied quietly. “I...I just...you’re...”
“That good, huh?” Cillian said with a devilish smirk.
At that, Lauren’s expression quickly changed to a smile, and some of her nerves left her as he gave her that mischievous look she’d grown so accustomed to. Still smiling, she lifted her arms and placed her hands on either side of his head, pulling him closer.
“Yes, actually,” she replied. “But don’t let it go to your head.”
“No guarantees,” he answered her, smiling against her lips before they kissed again.
After a moment, Cillian pulled away from her mouth and slowly began making his way down her body again. Lauren’s hand lingered on his shoulder until it slipped off him as he moved further down her torso. Finally, he reached for her knees and pulled her legs apart again, and he met her eyes briefly, willing her not to hold back.
“Just relax,” he said to her. “And let me hear you.”
Cillian licked her slowly, intentionally, drinking her in and discovering every way she needed to be touched to get the response he wanted. Neither of them had any sense of time as she endlessly writhed on the bed, and it didn’t matter. With her legs over his shoulders, her gasps and whines were only fuel for his fire, and when he sucked her clit again and she twisted her ankle on his shoulder while arching off the mattress, he knew she was close.
“Cillian...I’m...I’m close,” she panted. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and the sound of his name falling from her mouth again drove him crazy.
“Yeah? You wanna come, baby?” he said, his voice raw with arousal.
“Yes! God, please, yes!”
Cillian lapped at her clit again as he simultaneously pressed his fingers to her slick folds, tracing her entrance and then curling them inside her. He could feel her tightening around him, and when he gave a final sweep to her sensitive bud, she fell over the edge and crashed hard, coming with his head still between her legs and a string of expletives accenting the air.
Lauren’s hearing seemed to momentarily leave her as she rode out her high, because all she could hear was the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears. Her eyes squeezed shut, she tried to steady her breathing as her senses slowly returned to her. She felt Cillian make his way back up to her, and as soon as she had enough strength to reach for him, she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down to her, clinging to him as she continued to try and return her breathing to normal.
Seeing Lauren come, and as hard as she had, had Cillian about ready to lose it himself. When she pulled him down to her and wrapped herself around him, he stroked her sides and hooked her leg around his waist, kissing her neck and nuzzling her skin. They stayed like that for several minutes before Lauren finally spoke.
“I think I’m dead,” she said.
Cillian exhaled a short laugh before he pulled away from her neck.
“Then you’re about to have one hell of a resurrection,” he said to her.
With that, he lifted himself off her and sat back on the mattress, resting on his knees and then grabbing Lauren’s wrists. He pulled her up to sitting and then leaned down and kissed her. His lips hovered over hers when he spoke again.
“Touch me,” he said.
A fresh wave of desire spread through Lauren as she felt his breath on her lips. Swallowing her shyness, she rose on her knees to meet him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her breasts into his chest as she kissed his jaw again. Cillian wrapped his arms around her waist as she moved her mouth lower, peppering kisses over his skin and running her fingers through the dusting of hair on his chest. She could feel his heart beating under her hands, and she raised a hand to curl her palm around the back of his head again. She continued to move the fingers of her other hand over his skin, tracing along his arms, pecs, and back, feeling every indent and muscle. Cillian groaned when she returned her lips to his and tugged on his hair.
Feeling his erection against her belly, Lauren pushed against him. He still hadn’t removed his pants, and when she pulled away from his mouth and looked down, she saw the obvious outline of his bulge against the fabric. She was aching to touch him, but when she reached down and rested her hands on his waistband, her nerves stopped her.
Seeing the blush creep over her cheeks, Cillian gently grabbed her wrist and guided her hand down, placing it over his erection and holding it there.
“Don’t get shy on me again, now,” he said to her, his voice heavy with desire.
Lauren inhaled as he released her wrist, and she palmed him for a moment longer before lifting both hands to his waistband. She could feel him watching her as she looked down to open his button and undo his zipper, and when she slipped her hands in the band of his boxer briefs and slowly pushed them down with his pants, she had to stifle a moan as his cock was revealed.
He was beautifully hard and thick, his large shaft begging to be touched and her hands itching to oblige. Without thinking, Lauren reached down and wrapped her hand around him, savoring the feeling of his warm stiffness as she stroked him. Somehow, the second they made contact, she became bolder than she knew was possible for herself, stroking him with the desire and determination to satisfy both of their needs.
As Lauren swiped her thumb over his tip and then stroked him again, Cillian had to grip her waist tighter in support.
“Fuck, baby, that’s perfect,” he groaned. “Keep going.”
Lauren continued to touch him, stroking him over and over with one hand while reaching her other arm up to rest her hand against his jaw as she kissed his neck. Cillian’s abs tightened in response to the feel of her lips against his neck as she cupped his balls, and when she stroked her thumb over his tip again and whispered in his ear, he fucking lost it.
“You feel so good,” Lauren breathed out.
With a final kiss to his neck, she began to lower herself down his front with the intention of using her mouth, but before she could get very far, Cillian grabbed her under the arms and lifted her back up before leaning forward and taking her with him, roughly crashing them both down onto the mattress.
Her hair fanned out behind her, Lauren blinked in surprise a few times before realizing what had happened. Looking up at Cillian, she started to stutter a protest as he pinned her wrists on either side of her head.
“But...I was gonna...”
“I know exactly what you were gonna do, but you’re too damn good and I can’t wait any longer. There’ll be plenty of time for that later, and believe me, I’m gonna take you up on it.”
She looked so fucking beautiful beneath him, and he quickly reached down to remove his pants entirely before grasping her wrists again. Lauren moaned in pleasure when she felt his hardness against her core as he bit at her neck.
“You see what you do to me?” he panted in her ear as he rubbed against her. He could feel her slickness coating his shaft and he reached down between them to finger her again, to feel if she was ready. He found the answer he wanted, and he pressed his thumb against her clit again for good measure.
“Ah! Cill...please!” she breathed out as her head rolled to the side.
When he heard his shortened name come out of her sweet little mouth, it did something to him, and he quickly grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
“What do you need, baby?” he said lustfully.
“You! Please! I need you inside me now!”
In one swift motion, Cillian sank himself inside her, and Lauren cried out in pleasure as she felt him fill her completely. She tightened her legs around his waist as her nails clawed into his shoulder.
“Fuck, did I hurt you?” Cillian asked, his face etched with concern. But Lauren opened her eyes and quickly shook her head.
“No,” she said, trying to reassure him. “I just...it feels so good.”
Upon hearing that, Cillian grinned and reached a hand up to smooth a piece of her hair away from her face.
“You feel incredible,” he said to her.
He then lowered his mouth to hers, and Lauren gradually adjusted to Cillian’s cock inside of her as they kissed. She could feel how he filled her everywhere, and she clung to him as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her. The friction was perfect, and she moaned as she felt his pubic bone repeatedly rub her clit with each movement.
Cillian’s mind went cloudy as he moved in and out of Lauren. She was perfect here, too, so soft and so tight, and he felt her walls fluttering open and then clamping down on him with each thrust. The tug her pussy gave on his cock was just right, and he could feel her moving with him as he braced himself above her. When he shifted slightly, it clearly caused a different sensation for her, which she must have enjoyed, because he then felt her glide her hands down onto his ass, and when she grabbed him and pulled him even closer to her, he laughed.
“Easy, baby, we’ve got all night, and I plan on taking my time with you.”
Numerous times, they changed positions, Cillian staving off his own release in order to stay inside her as long as possible and get her to her own high. He loved having her ride him, her perfect tits bouncing beautifully as she raised and lowered herself on his cock. As she straddled him, he drowned himself in her breasts, and Lauren moaned at every stroke and nip he gave her as he simultaneously glided his hands over her ass. He noticed she seemed to have an obsession with his hair, and he smiled against her lips when she ran her fingers through it again and again and tugged at the strands.
Eventually, Cillian shifted her again, pushing her back down on the mattress before hovering over her once more. As he lowered his face to her breasts again, Lauren smiled to herself as she realized he wasn’t kidding when he said he was crazy about her breasts. It was only in her favor, however, as she loved his touch, as well as it afforded her the chance to run her fingers through his hair like she’d wanted to do for as long as she could remember.
Cillian brought his face to Lauren’s once more, and he gave her a quick kiss before looking into her eyes.
“I want you to come again, baby,” he said to her.
Lauren’s heart pounded, and without another word, Cillian hooked her leg around his waist again and began thrusting in and out of her at an increased speed. As she felt the way his cock hit her at this particular angle, Lauren gasped and threw her arms around his neck. Soon, Cillian could feel her getting close, her hips falling out of unison with his thrusts as she started to lose focus. He could feel himself riding the edge as he watched her squeeze her eyes closed and bite her lip in need.
“Look at me,” he commanded her, his breath coming out in short pants.
“I can’t,” Lauren helplessly whined, throwing her head to the side as she kept her eyes closed.
“Yes, you can,” he said as he grabbed her hips and drove into her more. When she still didn’t look at him, he spoke again.
“Lauren!” he said demandingly, his voice raised slightly. She finally turned her head and opened her eyes, and when she did, his heart almost stopped.
“More, Cill, please,” she said in the tiniest voice. “Harder.”
At that, he was gone.
“Fuck!” he cursed loudly as he pounded into her with everything he had.
It took only seconds more to bring them both to the edge, and they each soon toppled over it, Lauren letting out a strained cry with her climax as Cillian shouted out a groan with his. He then collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him as they both came down from their highs with panting breath. Gradually, their pulses slowed, and Lauren let one of her arms fall from Cillian’s shoulders and plop lazily on the bed before speaking.
“Ok, now I know I’m dead.”
Cillian lifted his head from the crook of her neck and met her eyes.
“That makes two of us,” he said with a smile.
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Hours later, Cillian was sitting up with his back against the headboard and Lauren in his lap. As she softly drew patterns along his chest with her fingers, he held her waist and stroked her hips with his thumbs. Eventually raising his hand to run it through her long hair, he looked up at her face, their eyes meeting as he played with her strands.
“I never meant it like that, you know?” he suddenly said to her.
Lauren furrowed her brow.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“Whenever I called you ‘sweetheart’,” he explained. “It just came out the first time I saw you, and then I couldn’t seem to stop saying it. But I never meant it as demeaning.”
Lauren smiled at him.
“I know that now,” she replied.
Cillian leaned forward slightly and lowered his hands to her waist again.
“I’ve only ever called you that,” he continued.
“Am I supposed to be flattered?” Lauren raised her eyebrows.
“It was my way of labeling you as mine.”
At that, Lauren’s gaze softened, and Cillian gently squeezed her.
“I know how much you hate it, but I’m not going to be able to stop calling you that, so you’re just going to have to grow to like it.”
At that, Lauren reached up and gently held Cillian’s chin between her fingers, their eyes meeting.
“Whatever you say, shithead,” she grinned.
She then pulled him closer and kissed him, feeling his smile against her lips as he kissed her back.
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Epilogue - Part 1
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Behind the scenes- Anthropoid
Cillian Murphy x reader
Summary: Cillian goes to a shooting camp to learn to use the weapons he will need as part of his role for the movie Anthropoid as Josef Gabcík, finding more than just a lesson.
So, I got this request wrong and for some reason my mind could only picture the idea of Cillian preparing for his role in the film Anthropoid (because I loved the movie), but when I re-read the request I realized it was meant to be for another character-sorry to whoever requested, my covid consequences messed up my mind… I’m going to be working the original idea and turn this into a mini series (?) for different roles and different circumstances. 😊
And the most important thing is, I’m writing this for myself not worrying or caring for the outcome anymore, not looking at the numbers or interaction just like I did when I started posting, writing it because I simply enjoy it, anything else is a bonus 🍀
Cillian looked outside the window as the vehicle drove through a desert part of the city, the script on his lap. It was a fascinating character, a man with a strong view, determination and a bravery he thought was admirable.
Jamie was sleeping in the seat next to him in the van, they were going to a ranch outside the city for a shooting lesson. Even though the weapons they would use in the film aren’t real, they needed to get familiar with the way to position the gun, how to prepare it, hold it…
It was the finest details that made him fall in love with the character.
After driving for a little over an hour, the finally arrived to the ranch, it was a huge property surrounded by trees and that was pretty much all.
Poking Jamie with his elbow, Cillian collected his belongings to come down from the truck, his characteristic Ray Bans perched on his nose as the sun was at his highest point.
The administrator welcomed them and shared a brief introduction to the history of the ranch.
“This is Y/N she’s the manager of the activity and will guide you through this lesson… please don’t make her mad, remember she’s an expert in weapons.” He joked in the end earning the chuckles of both Jamie and Cillian.
“Thank you for the sweet introduction, now they’ll be terrified of me.” Y/N joked shaking hands with both, Jamie and Cillian, who took off his sunglasses to look at her without barriers.
“Nice to meet you.” He told her, holding her hand for a little longer than necessary.
“Shall we start the practice already?” The administrador encouraged the group.
“You’ve probably been to lessons like this before, but I don’t like to assume anything so, the first rule is always hold the muzzle of your weapon towards the floor, but don’t point at your feet, you’d be surprised to hear the horror stories we’ve seen by the recklessness of people.”
Y/N gave each a weapon.
“Treat your weapon with respect, there’s no need to fear these as long as you know how to use it properly, this is not a toy… and like I what I always say in these moments, the first to point jokingly at anyone will be requested to leave, no excuses I don’t care who you are or what movie you’re doing, repeat after me; weapons aren’t toys.” Y/N meant it seriously Cillian realized, his eyes were fixed on her as she paced slowly behind the table.
“You can thank Y/N for preventing me for shooting you.” Jamie whispered into Cillian’s ear, making him chuckle.
“Now, let’s get you started.” Y/N indicated to the group showing them how to hold the gun while loading it carefully, correcting their postures in the process and explaining the ammunitions they were using for each type of firearm. They were practicing with the real kind of weapons they’d use in the movie, so they could be familiar with the weight and shape.
He had to admit he was mesmerized not only by her delicate features, but also the power she exuded, she totally dominated the field and was willing to share what she knew to prepare them for the role.
After spending some good time learning how to load and unload properly each weapon, they finally moved to the open field where meters away they set up the targets they’d be shooting.
Cillian stayed back, watching Y/N interact with the group, she was the only woman around but it was amazing to see her move and talk with such ease and power, the amount of knowledge she owned about it was impressive, she showed them the correct distance they should keep between their legs, arms stretched.
“You’re not paying attention and she’s going to get you kicked out, stop staring at her arse man.” Jamie smacked the back of Cillian’s head playfully before standing next to Y/N.
“So… Miss, can I call you Miss? ‘Cause you’re kind of a weapon teacher.” Jamie asked in his usual charming persona, wondering if he was holding the weapon properly.
“Yes, exactly like that.” She put her gun inside her holster and gave a few instructions to him.
As Y/N moved back to her spot, she took her gun back while Jaime pointed his to the ground. She extended her arms, flexing then one of her elbows slightly bringing the gun at eye level and released her first shot, hitting the target right in the forehead. Jamie looked back at Cillian, biting his lips and throwing his friend a knowing and naughty look.
“I bet your boyfriend has sleeping problems knowing you shoot that well.”
Y/N laughed freely and answered she had no boyfriend.
“My friend here is a bit clumsy with the guns but he’s good with his hands.” Jamie teased, making Cillian feel embarrassed.
“You sound so sure of that last part, speaking for personal references?” Y/N teased back, making both actors laugh out loud.
“Checkmate.” Cillian winked at her.
“Busted.” Jamie answered defeated. “I was just trying to make him a favor.”
“Don’t… just please don’t, mate really you only make it worse.” Cillian chuckled, feeling awkward.
Jamie touched his heart, head hanging lose dragging his feet to a fence nearby letting them know he’d take a break. “Just want you to know that hurt, Cillian!”
“Is he always that dramatic?” Y/N asked with a sparkle in her eyes, positioning behind Cillian.
“And we’re just about to start filming, I’ll deal with that for three fucking months.”
That made Y/N laugh, like a genuine deep laugh, making Cillian look at her, a lovely blush covering her cheeks. Jamie gave him the thumbs up.
“Cillian stop flirting with the shooting Miss! You came here to practice!” Jamie shouted blatantly. “He’s single too, by the way!”
“He sounds so retarded, sorry he’s a jerk sometimes.” Cillian shook his head.
“The extrovert and the introvert, I assume?”
“Does it really shows that much?”
“Stop whispering naughty things and start the fire!”
After laughing some more, Cillian released the security button of his weapon, he brought it up, close to his nose to focus on his target. Y/N touched his arm to adjust the angle between his elbow and his body.
Trying not to gasp at his muscles as he was in position.
“Keep that hand where I can see it, Miss!”
Cillian and Y/N bursted into laughs at how annoying Jamie was.
“Keep him off the sugar next time.” Y/N proposed.
“Oh, mate that sounds like a naughty proposition, take it before she regrets it!”
Cillian rolled his eyes.
“What’s the movie about if I can ask?” Y/N gave him the go to shot.
Focusing in the target before him, he fired according to the instructions he got previously, hitting pretty close to the center.
“Nice shot!” Y/N praised giving him a high five.
“Alright Cillian that was rookie’s luck.” Jamie demanded shooting next, taking Cillian’s spot and assuring Y/N he didn’t need guidance, so the two of them walked to lean on the fence.
“It’s about a secret group trying to carry out a plan of assassination of the n*zi head who planned the genocide of Jews during the World War II, over 5,000 Czechs and Slovaks were executed.”
Y/N looked away, blinking away the discomfort.
“I know the story… my great-grandfather was part of that group. He was killed not knowing he was going to be a father.”
Cillian swallowed hard.
“Sorry… I-I didn’t know Y/N.”
“I did my shot wrong on purpose, didn’t want to embarrass you in front of Y/N. You’re welcome.” Jamie approached them breaking the tension. “I saw some food on our way in, I’ll just go and grab something.”
Y/N seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.
“The script is beautifully written, the director spent years going through every single detail. I wish you could come one day to set and see everything, they built a replica of the church, it’s mind blowing.” Cillian explained with excitement, he shouldn’t be talking about the project, but he was sure Y/N wouldn’t reveal what he just shared.
“I’d love to visit the set, never been to one before.” She couldn’t even start to imagine how a set would look. “Would you like to go inside and have some lunch?”
Cillian nodded and followed inside the big property, it was located at the beginning of the land and they’d be staying for a couple of days to practice with the weapons.
Taking a seat at the large table, Cillian was surprised to see how much respect Y/N imposed without even asking for it, she supervised the food that was served and someone approached her to explain a problem which she was quickly taking care of.
“Did you at least get her phone yet?” Jamie asked under his breath, making sure no one else could hear.
“Stop it.”
Jamie hit him on the chest. “Those eyes and you know nothing of how to flirt? Please don’t tell me you’ve been talking to her with that resting bitch face?”
“What?!” Cillian squinted his eyes.
Jamie raised his eyebrows. “You know what? Forget it, you really suck at this… But I’m a nice friend, she’s an interior designer but decided to take a chance at the family business, they rent the place for police and soldiers training and also for the private sector…”
“You said family?” He wasn’t sure of believing Jamie sometimes.
“She’s the owner of the place, I swear and she takes care personally of every visitor. What are you waiting for? She’s smart, kind, laughs a lot, good-looking, are you blind or what?”
“Sorry about that, would you like to have some rest and resume the practice later?” Y/N joined them once more.
Jamie looked at Cillian, encouraging him to step over.
“Jamie just told me he wants to have some rest, so why don’t we keep practicing?” Even before Cillian finished talking, Jamie stood up and yawned excusing himself, the silent hurra he did before leaving didn’t go unnoticed by his co-star.
“Is the movie being filmed entirely in Prague?” Y/N asked him while Cillian took his headphones for safety before shooting.
“Yes, some will be at the location and other scenes at the set.”
“It must be amazing.” Y/N admitted, watching him get in position.
With each shot, Cillian; got better and better, taking the opportunity to know more about Y/N, and she learned all about how he landed the role and how excited he was about the film, he talked about his passion for theater and music and how much he was loving the city, making her feel in awe by how humble and kind he was despite his profession, they talked a lot until the sun painted the sky in a beautiful pink and oranges tones, making them return to the house, after a small dinner, Cillian thanked her for the lesson and wished her good night while she stayed at her office checking some papers.
The following morning, Cillian was surprised to find Y/N already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
“You had a good night?”
Cillian nodded with a smile, “slept like a baby, with the window open the air is so fresh here.”
“It’s so relaxing, I barely go to the city anymore.”
Not long after that, Jamie joined them ready for the second day of practice, which of course involved more teasing from his part for hours, he particularly enjoyed revealing embarrassing things about Cillian.
They kept practicing some more during the day, enjoying the amazing weather they got.
Every minute that passed, made Cillian feel more comfortable around Y/N, she kept asking questions about the film and in return, he asked her about what she knew about her great-grandfather and bits of information she shared fascinated him, he loved to hear the stories that jumped from one generation to the next one, her great-grandmother had to escape the city out of fear, she changed her name and entered another country illegally. For years they kept a low profile, even after so many years they still whispered when they talked about it. Until one day, she found the hidden letters in the darkest corner of a drawer and started asking questions about her great-grandfather.
As they were in their own little bubble, Jamie kept practicing with the help of someone else, smirking at how much into each other they were, totally in sync.
“So, hmm… if you’re ever in town, let me know.” Cillian said in a lo voice walking next to Y/N back into the house, hands inside the pockets of his jeans.
“I‘ll, I promise.”
“Why does it sounds like you won’t?” He chuckled nervously.
Y/N stopped at the front door to look at Cillian, a sad smile on her features.
“Because you’ll be busy with the movie and your lifestyle is totally different to this…”
Cillian stepped closer, taking in the way the wind moved her hair and the moonlight decorated her face.
“That doesn’t mean this can’t work…” He let his hand touch her check softly, he watched her eyes close for an instant, as if she was trying to hold back the tears.
In a matter of days they clicked, endless talks allowed them to learn more about the other, he made her laugh a lot and who were they trying to fool? The chemistry between was amazing.
Letting go of his shyness, he leant down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. Y/N answered by not only responding to it, but also linking her hands behind his neck. Cillian moved his down to her hips, to keep her closer.
Y/N felt in heaven as Cillian’s lips moved against hers tentatively at first, then more hungrily.
It was hard to let go, as their mouths and bodies found the perfect fit together, both of them trying to get their heartbeats back to normal.
She ran her fingers through the longer parts of his hair, getting lost in the depths of his crystal eyes for a few moments, then motioned Cillian to follow her. “I’ve something you might appreciate.”
She opened the door to her office and retrieved a vintage travel bag from a drawer, placing it in front of Cillian.
Opening the box, his heart skipped a beat as he found a bunch of letters inside.
Y/N was encouraging him to take the letters, but he needed a minute to process this piece of information, his fingers lingered at the edge.
After all these years, Y/N kept the love letters between her great-grandparents as her most important possession.
The content of this box was invaluable.
There were no words that could possibly describe what he was feeling, there was no way he could make sense at all after watching the calligraphy at the envelopes and the damaged corners as the passage of time became evident.
“I’m speechless.” Cillian looked once more at Y/N feeling emotional to be able to take a look at something so personal, so intimate.
So he kissed Y/N again, thanking internally for the things they had to go through in order to meet under such extraordinary circumstances.
Wrapping a blanket around their shoulders, they sat at the porch to read the correspondence together.
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* Welcome *
I'm Winnie (she/her) and this is my main blog where all my original posts and likes will be, more all-encompassing for reflecting all of my interests (art, photography, science, space, nature, animals, etc.) along with fandoms and actors, especially Cillian Murphy.
Side blogs (inactive):
Stranger Things @ Hey Kiddo (tumblr.com)
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*Fanfiction Masterlist*
Cillian Murphy as J. Robert Oppenheimer x reader:
Heat of the Moment - One Night Passion
A Darling Distraction
Oasis in a Desperate Land of Dark Desire (ongoing series on pause)
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Dr. Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x reader (Batman)
Face Me (oneshot)
Jonathan Breech x reader (On the Edge, 2001)
A Safe Way Out (oneshot)
*Important Note: All of my fics are strictly intended for 18+ (minors do not interact) and female readers only! I also try to keep the fem!reader character as general in physical description as possible; I will never specify a certain skin color or body type (unless it's absolutely crucial to the story) because I do not want to exclude anyone and I want you to imagine yourself as much as possible! And lastly, my fics are not completely historically accurate or 100% reflective of any real people (including actors), living or dead. For entertainment purposes only*
I also won't write about Cillian personally as himself out of respect for his privacy and family (and he is a currently living person). And I don't take currently requests and please know I do not allow anonymous asks.
Thank you for stopping by and reading! 😊
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Chances
Pairing = Cillian Murphy x Original Character
Summary = A single mums night out to a Westlife concert ends in the most delightful way. What are the Chances?
Warnings = Sexual Stuff mentioned
Word Count = 5207
When my best friend offered me her second ticket to the Westlife concert in Dublin I wasn’t exactly jumping at the chance to go. I was actually a bit reserved. Ever since my ex fiancée of 5 years walked out and left me three years ago for another woman I felt like all the fun was sucked from me. I was suddenly thrusted into a life I never in my wildest dreams, dreamed of having.
My life revolved around two little humans, I was their sole provider, and carer their father saw them at least twice a week, but that was for all the fun. The trips out, the takeaway dinners, the cinema just all around fun.
Whereas I had to be the complete opposite without so much as a second thought. I had the school, the homework, after school clubs, the vegetable dinners, the doctors, the dentists… everything you come to hate in your young life I was the police for it and I absolutely hated it but no one else was going to do it. So that became my whole aesthetic, being the bad guy, the buzz kill.
Tonight, however, my kids were staying with their grandparents, excited for a sleepover with them, so I had absolutely nothing to worry about as I put the finishing touches on my outfit.
I decided to wear a black mini skirt with embroidered flowers on the front with a simple black spaghetti string cami top.
Completely the outfit with a pair of black ankle boots with a leather jacket. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone but I did feel like I wanted to dress up for me, so with my hair and make up down I was more than excited to be getting out for the next few hours, letting myself go and being free for the first time in five years.
After the concert Clara and I ended up in a bar not far from the 3arena but far enough that all the other fans wouldn’t stumble upon.
Immediately upon entering the establishment, Clara had left me to go to the bathroom, excusing herself as I stood observing the place. It was really cute, snug it was the perfect bar for a date as there was a band playing in the back corner, a few people were up dancing while a lot of others chatting amongst there friend groups at the booths and tables. Despite it being busy, it also had a private feel about it.
Stepping towards the bar, I got my purse from my bag waiting to be served. By the time it took, Clara had re-joined my side, a huge smile on her face.
“I’ve had the best night, thank you” She grinned, wrapping her arms around me for a hug.
I wasn’t one for hugs, I just didn’t really like people touching me but swallowing my discomfort I returned the hug, only to break it when I noticed the barmaid walking towards us and straight past us to the guy that had only just walked up behind me.
“Ugh seriously? We were here first” Clara scoffed at the barmaid who just returned with a look of her own.
“I apologise, if I had known you were being ignored I would have said something” The guy from behind spoke with a thick Irish accent, looking over my shoulder at him I simply smile shaking my head, silently telling him it was okay, not like it was his fault he was good looking guy and the barmaid was clearly lusting after him. “What can I get you as an apology?”
“No, seriously it’s fine…” I turned towards trying to wave him off as it was generally not the guys fault but was cut off by Clara telling him her drink order.
“I’ll have a vodka and coke” Clara told this absolute stranger. I couldn’t stop the shocked laugh that escaped my lips as I looked at the guy in front of me. He seemed harmless, but you could never be too sure.
“Come on…what will it be?” He asked me one more time, running a hand through his dark hair. He had a nice smile, white teeth on show. A thin layer of sweat on his forehead from the heat in the bar.
Deciding there was no way of getting out of this, I simply asked for a bottle of Budweiser. “Beer? Huh, never pegged you fer a beer girl?” He smiled, turning to the barmaid and putting in the two new drink orders.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that” I tell him, my eyes catching the gold wedding band on his finger.
Instantly, I felt my mind go into over drive, was this guy trying to pick one of us up even though he is married? God, I hoped not. It would, without a doubt, ruin my evening and bring back all those unwanted memories of my ex.
“I skipped you, it's only fair” He nodded, grabbing his order of two Guinness pints. “You aren’t from around here, are ya?” He asked, voicing whatever thought was going through his mind, making him stop on the spot as he held the two cold pints in his grasp.
“No but we go home tomorrow again” I respond, taking a swig of my drink, the bitter taste of the beer hitting my taste buds, I tried my best to hide the grimace from taking over my face as I swallowed the liquid. “We are down from Derry for the Westlife concert tonight.”
“Oh yeah? How was that? The boys always put on a good show” He asked, setting the beers back down on the bar top, suddenly interested in the conversation. “My name is Dermott, by the way”
“Paige and this is Clara” I introduce both myself and my friend, taking his hand into mine to shake. “They were good, Clara is a much bigger fan than I though”
“And judging by her excitement, she thoroughly enjoyed it, eh?” Dermott laughed, holding a hand to his heart as Clara was dancing to herself in her own world. She was probably reliving the concert in her head.
“Anything with Westlife she thoroughly enjoys” I tell him with a laugh of my own before the conversation died down a little bit, leaving us both in a state of awkward silence.
I was never good at talking to strangers and keeping the conversation going. That was Clara speciality.
“Lovely meeting ya, enjoy the rest of your stay yeah?” Dermott nodded grabbing the two alcohol beers again. “I best get these back before he thinks I sunk them both” He chuckled walking away from us leaving both Clara and myself standing at the bar.
“He seemed nice? Good way of getting back on the horse?” Clara spoke up a devilish smile on her face once the man was out of ear reach.
“God no, he is married” I tell her with a grimace, another sip of beer. I didn’t like beer. I just didn’t want this complete stranger paying for another spirit drink.
Sticking my tongue out at the taste, I managed to flag down the barmaid and asked her for a rum and coke instead. Something to wash down the bitterness of the beer as I wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
“Too bad” She mused, taking another mouthful of her own drink before holding up her cigarettes and lighter. “ I’m gonna go for a smoke, but let's find a table first?” She asked, looking around her, nodding my head.
I simply agreed, following in her footsteps, but there wasn’t a table to be found. The bar had a steady flow of patrons celebrating with one another and not a single solo table to be found.
“Paige, over here” I heard a male voice call.
Eyes widening as I recognised the voice, I instantly stopped, I didn’t want to sit with this guy. What if he got the wrong idea?
“Come on, there is room at our table. It’s just me and my mate. He said it was alright” The voice appeared behind me as a hand placed itself on my upper arm, slowly turning me in the opposite direction.
Reaching forward before I completely turned, I grabbed Clara by her forearm, dragging her with me despite her objections.
“You don’t have to…”
“Don’t be ridiculous. it's no bother.” Dermott interrupted, pulling us towards a table near the toilets.
Once Dermott sat down next to his friend who looked up at the exact moment, his blue eyes were so bright, so clear, I felt myself wanting to get lost in them. “Paige, Clara, this is Cillian he is only in town for tonight also. Cillian, Paige, and Clara.”
“Nice to meet you” Cillian smiled, standing to his feet. He was tall with a thin yet athletic body.
When he smiled, I felt my heart jump and skip not once but several beats. He was gorgeous. Even his voice, his accent, had my knees shaking, which was insane considering Dermott sounded like he had the same accent, but his did nothing for me.
“You gonna be okay?” Clara asked after shaking Cillian’s hand, I broke eye contact with him, looking anywhere else around the room, my hands firmly by my side. I didn’t want Clara to go, but I didn’t want to look to be following her around like a lost puppy either.
“I’ll be fine, just be quick.” I tell her with a nod, returning the gesture she weaved her way through the people dancing and back towards the door.
Sighing to myself, I slipped into the booth, taking a seat, the beer and rum in front of me.
“Beer not nice?” Dermott asked with a laugh, his eyebrows rising at the sight of the almost full bottle. “You should have ordered the proper stuff” He commented, tilting his now half pint of Guinness towards me.
“I don’t like Guinness much either”
“Traitor” Dermott yelled, slamming his hand on the hard wooden table, a smile evident on his face to ensure me he meant no harm. “You believe that Cill”
“Are you Irish?” Cillian asked bringing my attention towards him, not wanting to appear rude I took a huge drink out of the rum before looking at him, almost loosing my breath as he stared at me, the way he was looking was like he was staring into my soul.
“I consider myself Irish yes, I’m from Derry, so as I am sure you know, it depends who you ask up there.” I tell him, feeling the rum coursing through my veins.
The two men shared a look before nodding along. Smiling at the pair I couldn’t help but notice a few odd looks coming our way and almost instantly my mind went to Dermott’s wife, maybe Cillian was married to and everyone giving looks towards the table where friends of their partners, ready to find out the gossip and carry it home with them.
“Oop it’s the wife, excuse me” Dermott spoke showing Cillian his ringing phone, nodding his head Cillian stood to his feet allowing his friend to exit the booth before retaking his seat, a silence falling between us.
“Dermott says you were at a Westlife concert tonight?” Cillian asked, leaning forward to what I assume was hear me better over the crowd. Who were becoming more rowdy and vocal after a few drinks, the night still young to them.
“Yeah, my friend is a huge fan. She had two tickets and asked me to tag along…” I trail off, looking around for Clara to reappear at any time, but she was nowhere to be found.
It wouldn’t surprise me if she found a willingly punter to take her into the back alley for a quick fuck, it wouldn’t be the first time she had down that to me.
“Now you’re here, what are the odds” He smiled, I didn’t know why, but my face heated up at the gesture.
I looked away from him and down at my drink, trying to control the heat building between my legs as our conversation continued.
We spoke about the concert and about my job as a dog groomer, we both had a love for dogs his blue eyes would twinkle at the very mention of them, the action had my heart beat widely in my chest.
I would be lying if I denied how attractive I found the man sitting before me. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands through his unusual haircut.
It was shaved at the sides but full at the top. Without realising I had managed to slide my way next to him, taking the seat Dermott once occupied.
“What is it you do? If you don’t mind me asking?” I blush, looking away as he laughed at the question, lips pursing together.
As he thought of his answer, I stole a glance at his hands, which happened to be a mistake. I had envisioned them wrapped around my neck as he relentlessly…
“Jesus I couldn’t get back in here, apparently bar is full to capacity” Clara growled with a shout breaking my train of thought as she stood next to the table shoving her cigarettes into her bag.
“Luckily that Dermott guy knew the bouncer and told him to let me in” She sighed, rolling her eyes, throwing herself in the booth and finishing her drink. “I ordered more by the way” She spoke to no one in particular as a barmaid brought a try of drinks, two pints of Guinness, a vodka and coke as well as a rum and coke.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that” Cillian smiled towards Clara who grinned in return, holding one hand over her heart while the other fanned her face causing Cillian to laugh at her actions, I on the other hand couldn’t believe her.
Resting my head in my hand, I hid my face, looking down at the bar floor below me.
“Are you married?” Clara asked. She had no filter. She simply said things that popped into her mind without any consideration to how it might make others feel.
“If you are not…Paige” She nodded her head towards Cillian as I dropped my hand to look at her, my face bright red from embarrassment as she made a circle with her left index finger and thumb, using her right index finger to penetrate the circle.
“Can you stop” I tell her, seething inside from the amount of embarrassment I was feeling. If looks could kill, I would have had her dead on the spot right now without a second thought or care in the world.
“Its been three years Paige” She countered. It was clear she was a little drunk. Not fully as she wouldn’t be able to speak if she was but drunk enough to embarrass me, she must have had shots at the bar when she ordered the drinks. “You are a born-again virgin.”
“Oh Jesus Christ” I hiss looking away from her and hiding my face in as best I could behind my hand. If I wasn’t trapped between Cillian and Clara, I would have happily grabbed my belongings and left without looking back, I would have taken the car and abandoned her in Dublin.
“Um I’m separated” Cillian spoke up, I could feel his second hand embarrassment for me as I sat next to him but what I didn’t expect was for him to put a supportive hand on my knee.
There was nothing sexual about the action. In fact, it was more for comfort as he gave it a reassuring squeeze every now and then.
“No way me to” Clara nodded, picking up her drink and sipping at it. “Isn’t it the best” She smiled, another mouthful of drink going into her mouth. “Right, I gotta pee” She declared, standing to her feet and walking off.
“You alright?” Cillian asked from beside me, still refusing to meet his eyes. I simply nodded my head. “Hey come on, nothing wrong with being a born-again virgin. I hear they have all the fun” He tried again, bumping into my side a little, causing me to laugh.
“She is so embarrassing when she is drunk” I tell him softly with a small eye roll.
My eyes met his once more, and there was something different behind his thoughts. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was mesmerizing. Feeling what I can only describe as an invisible pull, I felt myself leaning forward, Cillian following my actions.
“That’s the waines in bed…what am I interrupting here?” Dermott laughed, eyebrows raised towards both Cillian and myself as we pulled away from one another. “Do you want me to go? I can busy myself with no problem.”
“Shut up Derm” Cillian chuckled, shaking his head at his friend, stealing the odd glance at me.
The night continued to flow. It was probably the most fun I had ever had since having kids.
The drinking were coming in steadily, the conversations were hilariously funny without anyone actually trying and the music was so lively it had me wanting to get up and dance but I didn’t have the confidence within myself to do it, I never had.
Even before kids. I was always afraid of making an ass out of myself.
“Dance with me” Cillian asked a slight slur to his words as he asked, a cheeky grin on his face.
Shaking my head violently, no, I scooted away from him, towards Dermott like he had tried to give me a loaded weapon. “Oh come on, you’ve been dying to get out of that seat all night.”
“Go on, Paige, it’s not like you're gonna see him again” Clara spoke, shaking her head, a small smile on her lips trying her best to encourage me to just let go.
“Come on, it’ll be just you and me. I’ll make a bigger ass out of myself if you’d like?” Cillian grinned, a huge goofy smile that I couldn’t say no.
Placing my hand in his outstretched one, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Almost immediately once Cillian had me out on the floor, he linked arms with me moving me in a circle as we did the ‘swing dance’ typically seen during country songs.
Letting go of one arm, he found my other one repeating the process the other direction. I couldn’t stop myself laughing, smiling at the dance he had chosen.
The pure joy on his face as we swung around each other. Dermott yelling in ‘yeehaw’ in the background as he slapped the table just adding to the joy that we were feeling.
I hated to admit it to myself as I liked to be stand off-ish to the world as it protected me from getting hurt and yet he I was doing the swing dance with a complete stranger on a dancefloor in a bar.
If you were to tell me I would be in this position earlier today, I would have laughed you off the planet. Yet here I was, having probably the best night of my life all because I stopped overthinking.
“What are the chances we would end up dancing here tonight?” Cillian asked, pulling me closer to him as I smiled up, my hands resting on his chest.
I pondered the answer to his question, but it was definitely crazy. I never intended to meet anyone tonight, yet here I was in the arms of a man I could see myself with but knew it would never actually happen.
It was for one night. I had to remind myself.
As the song changed, I was confused when he pulled us away from our table and friends.
"I just want a little more privacy away from the prying eyes.” He spoke in my ear once we were at the other end of the bar away from the eyes of both our friends who didn’t seem bothered by the move themselves in fact they seemed to expect it.
“I don’t know what am doing here.” I tell him honestly unsure of what to do or how to move to the new song that was playing.
Noticing my reluctance, he grabbed my arms placing both behind his neck while both his hands rested on my waist, at first we were simply swaying with each other, Cillian making the odd face having me laugh, my head falling on his chest as we danced together to the song, ‘Let Me Be Your Fantasy’ by Baby D.
“I wasn’t supposed to be here tonight. What were the chances of meeting someone like you here in a place like this?” He asked taking a hand off my waist I felt his fingers ghost up along my arm, grabbing one of my hands and pulling it free from the other, before I had the chance to ask what was happening he had taken that moment to spin me around.
Smiling down at me, his eyebrows raised silently, asking if that was okay, a laugh escaping my chest as I nodded.
Cillian sent me spinning into another one only this time it wasn’t a full spin. I was stopped halfway, his arm resting over my chest as he pulled me tight into his surprisingly toned body.
The move was cautious to begin with , he didn’t want to overstep, but once I started to let go and allowed myself to be free I felt myself moving as one with him, grinding my ass into his crotch area as he held me close.
Letting go of his hand, I lifted my arms above my head, throwing them back around Cillian’s neck as he bent his head forward, placing soft, warm kisses on my neck.
His hands rubbed small circles on my hips while my own played with the longer parts of his hair.
Without warning, his hands gripped tightly on my hips, spinning me around to face him before clutching my face in between his hands, his blue eyes, tense with the overwhelming emotion he was battling inside.
Taking the lead, I placed my hands behind his head, pulling him closer to me until my lips met his own.
The kiss was slow to start, passionate but slow. Feeling myself getting braver, I nibbled on his plump bottom lip, causing a low groan to leave his mouth as my tongue invaded his mouth, working its way through every inch it could reach.
An involuntary moan erupted from my throat as I felt one of his hands leave my face, working it way towards the back of my head, pulling my hair slightly as we pulled apart for much needed breathe.
Resting his head on my mine, we stared into each other’s eyes, mouth slightly agape as we tried to understand what page the other person was on, our deep heavy breaths mixing with each other due to the close proximity we were standing.
Taking my bottom lip between my teeth, I couldn’t help but thrust my hips forward, letting my intentions be known, allowing the ball to be in his court.
The next move was up to him. Cillian’s opened mouth quickly turned into a smirk as his thumb that was still resting on my face ran along my bottom lip, pulling it from my teeth as he looked down at me.
“Are you sure you want this?” He spoke to me in a whisper, but it was one of the loudest questions I had ever heard in my life.
His thumb continued to stroke my lip, his blue eyes not leaving my own. It was like we were in a private room, just him and I, no one else was around.
“I asked you a question” He spoke more sternly, urgently waiting for the answer.
His hand was in my hair, pulling it lightly to the side, exposing my neck to him. I couldn’t help but squirm as I felt his thumb leave my lip, slowly working its way down my neck, his whole hand spreading across it softly, just like I imagined earlier tonight at the table. I could have happily died in that moment.
“Yes, I want this.” I tell him, leaning into his grasp around my hair.
Allowing more access around my neck as he squeezed. The action alone had my eyes rolling in my head as my eyes closed.
“You’re a naughty girl” I heard him chuckle in my ear as his nose slowly glided from behind towards my neck, giving it a quick nibble before pulling away completely.
“Let’s get out of here.” He nodded, taking my hand in his own, working our way through the crowd once more towards the table.
Dermott and Clara laughing only to stop once they see us, smirks growing on their faces.
“Wear a condom” Clara warned, handing me my bag, already packed with my phone and purse.
Thanking her and saying my goodbyes to both, not really caring what she had to say as I left the bar with Cillian.
We had considered going back to my hotel room, but it wouldn’t have been fair to Clara, who I was sharing a room with.
Therefore, we flagged down an Uber, Cillian telling him an address.
The whole thing was surreal. One minute, I was at a Westlife concert. The next thing, I was lying on Cillian’s bed, pulling at his light blue shirt that really complimented his eyes.
Pushing myself up from the laying position so I can push the shirt from his shoulders to the floor with a soft thud.
The assault on my neck never let up as his lips continued to attack until they found the spot that had me forgetting my own name.
“Scout not now” Cillian laughed against my neck.
Confused, I opened my eyes, looking down the side of the bed. There stood a big black Labrador, craving some attention from his owner. “Sorry about him” He breathed in my face as he bent down to pet the dog on the head, shooing him away in the nicest way possible so he didn’t hurt the dog’s feelings.
“He is gorgeous” I breathe, watching Scout occupy himself in the bedroom before leaving out the open door leading into the upstairs hallway.
“Not as gorgeous as you” Cillian smiled leaning forward again, his hands resting on the sides of my face, placing a slow, soft kiss on my lips again as he pushed his body forward slightly so I was once again on my back, staring up into his blue eyes.
“Such a charmer” I breathe, leaning up and stealing another kiss of his plump lips.
“You’ve seen nothing yet” He grinned, pulling at the hem of my cami, pulling it over my breasts, and eventually over my head, throwing it somewhere in the room as he stared at my breasts.
“Fucking perfect” He chuckled to himself, his head briefing shaking as he began to place butterfly kisses around the bra, his hand slipping behind my back as I arched off the bed giving him plenty of room to remove the item exposing my breasts fully towards him.
******
Waking up the next morning, holding the duvet over my chest memories of what had happened coming back to my mind. No man had ever spent so much time working on me, foregoing his own pleasure until I was practically high on the sensations Cillian was given me.
Normally, my sex life included an awkward foreplay, five minutes of penetration, and that was it, favour of the man.
Who cared if I came or enjoyed myself as long as they got their own pleasure. But not with Cillian, I couldn’t believe how many times he made me feel completely satisfied before finally submitting to the pleasure himself and letting go.
It was a hell of a lot longer than five minutes.
Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I found myself awake in an empty bed. Was I a little disheartened? Absolutely, it was my first one night stand in 34 years. It was something I never did, and the feeling of loneliness after was the main reason why.
Pushing the negative thoughts aside, I thought about all the fun I had. It was exactly what I needed.
The final nail in the coffin for getting over my ex, maybe now I would be able to find someone to settle down with, who knew.
Gathering my clothes and quickly getting dressed, I took my phone from my bag, finding a missed call from Clara and a message telling me to call her with a location so she could pick me up.
Looking at the time, it was almost 11 am. I couldn’t believe I had slept so late. Since becoming a mother, the longest I ever slept into was 9 am, regardless of the kids being home or not.
Taking my boots in my hands, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, so I tiptoed out of the room and into a huge hallway.
Now in the daylight, I had a quick look around as I creeped towards the front door, not wanting to alert anyone that may be around the house but it was deathly quiet not even the dog was around.
Sighing, I placed my hand on the door frame, placing the boots on my feet, fixing the coat around my shoulders before heading out into the bright morning in Dublin.
What I expected when I opened the front door was a street or a main road but no it was a long driveway, Cillian must be rich or living with a few other people there was no way in hell someone like me could afford a place like this, the place was beautiful, it would be such a mentally happy place to live, the peace and quiet.
Not to mention the tranquil gardens around the exterior. Shaking those thoughts from my head, I had to get out of there before he returned. That was why he left with the dog, right? To give me time to get ready and be gone before he returned, that’s how Clara claimed one night stands worked at least.
Taking my phone in my hand, I pressed the call button next to Clara’s name, leaving the estate Cillian lived on, finding the name of the street so Clara could google map it and take me away from here and back home where I belonged. Back to the reality of being a single mum.
******
The funny thing is I had only been back in Derry for three weeks, my mind never far from the night I spent with Cillian despite not feeling like myself.
I was a lot more short tempered, snippy as Clara called it around her, my kids and my ex.
I simply put it down to a sickness bug considering the kids were back at school and it just so happened to be cold and flu season, what I didn’t expect however was for Clara to arrive at my house one morning after her own school run a test in her hands demanding I take it.
What are the chances?
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🕊️ hello! 28 she/her, looking for an rp partner for some dark themes/smut with an around 70/30 to 60/40 smut to plot ratio (i love a good plot). i do not roleplay with minors. 25+ partners are preferred. themes i'm interested in writing include:
noncon, degradation, dirty talk (filthier the better), legal age gaps, cheating/blackmail, omegaverse, horror, enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits, object insertion, cnc/dub con, daddy kinks, breeding, bdsm
hard limits: scat, vore, any other bathroom kinks, feet, feeding/feeder
i'm open to mxm, mxf, and fxf ships, with a strong preference to playing characters who are bottoms/submissives. i'm open to both fandom and original universe roleplays, with some of my favorite genres being fantasy, crime, supernatural, and historical (french revolution, victorian, ancient eras (vikings, ancient greek, etc.) being some of my favorite).
fandoms/ships i'd love to roleplay include (i've bolded the characters i'd love to play, characters ordered as top dominant/bottom submissive):
ekko x jinx (arcane/league of legends)
sevika x jinx (arcane/league of legends)
silco x jinx (arcane/league of legends)
yelena belova x kate bishop (marvel)
eddie brock/venom x felicia hardy (marvel)
kraven the hunter x felicia hardy (marvel)
eddie munson x chrissy cunningham (stranger things)
eros x psyche (greek mythology)
dionsus x ariadne (greek mythology)
thanatos x minthe (greek mythology)
achilles x patroclus x briseis (the illiad)
misc fandoms (no set canons, though i'd love ocs): hunger games, the grisha universe, the acotar fandom, star wars, the last of us
plots i'd love to do:
your character is a wealthy patron of the parisian opera, who has elected to sponsor a soloist of the parisian opera. are they wealthy? are they secretly a criminal mastermind? either way, she's indebted to do whatever he wants
your character is a supernatural creature who kidnapped my character, but my character escaped. they're now stuck in a cat and mouse chase
vague ideas that i'd love to explore but can't think of a specific plot for: a/b/o verse anything (i'd would love to play an omega character, especially for an mxf or fxf plot), plots involving the hunger games (perhaps two former victors, or a victor and a capitol citizen), anything involving the assassin's creed fandom (perhaps a templar/assassin ship?), enemies to lovers, anything with criminal characters, etc.
faces i love using: cindy mello, lorena rae, ashley moore, archie renaux, golshifteh farahani, christina nadin, rachel zegler, chantel jeffries, kelly gale, madison beer, braydee cardinal, yovanna ventura, holly lim, shonali singh, josie canseco, madelyn cline, savio de chiara, grace van dien, rocio crusset
faces i love playing against: barry keoghan, stephen james, winston duke, florian montaneau, giuseppe maggio, patrick gibson, theo james, dev patel, andy biersack, richard madden, max irons, reece king, ben dahlhaus, folkwin wolfspeer, cillian murphy, jack o'connell, post malone, dichen lachman, sydney sweeney, honestly any and all faces i'm open to.
i range from large posts to small posts, and would love to do this via discord. maybe even make a server for us to write in! please like this post and i'll reach out. (sorry this is so long, i've never written one of these before and thought to cover as many bases as possible).
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#arcane rp#marvel rp#omegaverse rp#stranger things rp#the illiad rp#hunger games rp#the grisha universe rp#acotar rp#star wars rp#the last of us rp#assassin's creed rp#rp search#dark roleplay#dark rp#spicy rp#18+ mun
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𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
''𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙈𝙧𝙨. 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙮, 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙄 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠.''
Obssession is frightening, but what it can do is something else.
With strings unknowingly still attached to a past lover, Karina Murphy a mother of one and a house wife would be diving into the deepest of waters just to save her family.
With secrets slowly begginning to unfold, tension and problem arises. What could possibly go wrong? With their marriage at stake and their family in great danger would Karina and Rome be able to fight their battle together?
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨: 𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧,𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙁𝙖𝙣 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
Hi everybody! It's Val! Your friendly writer! I hope you enjoy the little teaser I made! Below also are the characters you'd meet in the story!
CHAPTER: 1
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Karina "Kaye" Murphy
24 years old
A Mother and a Wife, she's been married to Rome Murphy for 2 years now. A Mother to Ophelia their 3 years old only daughter.
A former well known special action force agent that chose her family morethan the career she has built throughout the years of experience and studying.
Rome Murphy
25 years old
A Father and a husband, a very loving and protective one. Now married to the love of his life Kaye, He decides to continue with His career as a Lawyer just to provide for His dear family.
Forcing His wife to stay at home and just be a full time mother to Ophelia. For some unknown reasons.
Elias Waters
22 years old
A single young man whose well known for being a sweet, gentleman, and very fun preschool teacher.
A loving son and brother to his family, but would anyone guess what his dark secrets are? Who would have thought that an innocent face could hold such dark and unwanted secrets.
#original character#cillian murphy#joe cole#fan fiction#horror#thriller#writing#cillian x reader#cillian x fem!reader
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muse directory.
most muses can be shipped with, to varying degrees. some are more repressed than others. in general, i'll treat them all as bisexual.
'canon';
Ren (of 'the' Ren) ; adam driver ; a heavily divergent/'oc-ified', post(usually)-snoke, visceral horror, gritty lean from star wars' kylo ren.
Kylo Ren ; adam driver ; as close to kylo 'canon' as i'm capable of writing, but solely draws from tfa characterization.
Imperator Furiosa ; anya taylor-joy. (alyla browne.)
Dr. Dementus ; chris hemsworth.
Max Rockatansky ; tom hardy.
na-Baron Feyd-Rautha ; austin butler ; draws pretty much solely from the '24 film.
Paul-Muad'Dib Atreides ; timothee chalamet ; leans on the book(+ messiah) from time to time.
Loki Laufeyson ; tom hiddleston ; fuck u i don't consider post-tdw canon. ciao
Control (John Rodriguez) ; bob morley ; based on authority by jeff vandermeer, and annihilation, book and film, exploring hypnosis/mind control and consequent distrust, or outright paranoia. operates at the branch-end of a highly bureaucratic and mysterious organization. eventually ends up at Southern Reach, "...a secret agency that manages expeditions into a place known as Area X, an uninhabited and abandoned coastal area of an unnamed country which nature is gradually reclaiming." 'nature', in this context, being a cute/tame word. refers to his guns as 'gramps', 'grandpa', 'grandpap', etc. 6" tall, impassive.
Berry Rydell ; young josh hartnett ; freelance private security officer from william gibson's virtual light trilogy, based in retrofuturist nocal and socal. just a guy doing his own thing and getting caught up, routinely, somehow, in the national (but very top-secret) dickfight over some expensive glasses. + virtual reality, or whatever.
Bellamy Blake ; bob morley.
John Murphy ; richard harmon.
Raven Reyes ; lindsay morgan.
Colin Laney ; tbd. ; has a talent for identifying nodal points.
Ezra ; pedro pascal ; from 2018 sci-fi/western film prospect.
Cee ; sophie thatcher ; from 2018 sci-fi/western film prospect.
Connor (the Android Sent by Cyberlife) ; bryan dechart.
Logan (Wolverine) ; hugh jackman.
Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) ; michael fassbender, ian mckellen.
Kid ; dev patel ; from 2024 film monkey man.
Elliot Alderson ; rami malek ; from the series mr. robot.
Leon ; joey bada$$ ; from the series mr. robot.
Jonathan Crane ; cillian murphy ; adding him back after some long and hard thought. selective muse, likely won't be writing him within gotham (for the sake of gotham), necessarily. tumblr's a weird place. i'd like to explore him thru different subjects and lenses.
Damon Salvatore ; ian somerhalder ; (no forgiveness for this one. and no fucks either, "here for a good time not a long time", ykyk.)
Takeshi Kovacs ; joel kinnaman.
Yennefer of Vengerberg ; anya chalotra.
Jesper Fahey ; kit young .
Kaz Brekker ; freddy carter .
Tangerine ; aaron taylor-johnson ; bullet train .
Joel Miller ; pedro pascal .
aus are fun. hit me with em or forever hold your peace.
ocs, always subject to adapt and update on a thread-to-thread basis;
Dorian Yu ; christian yu ; tba. loosely based on christian yu's musical creations. relies either on psychological themes (wherein dorian is bipolar), for stories more grounded in realism, or the supernatural. heavily flexible, works into most (if not all) modern environments. can be taken a vaguely sci-fi or heavily cyberpunk route. (he's fun. smiley ball of energy and sunshine, or depressive and vaguely antagonistic shut-in.) prone to delusions, dissociation, and in severe instances, amnesia.
Oeznik Ambroicz ; cillian murphy ; loosely based on a character from an original script. flexible iterations. director of an institute/facility (sometimes agency, depending on setting and historical values) that focuses on exploring the residual elements that paranormal trauma leaves behind. these elements can be purely psychological, physical, combined, or, sometimes, paranormal themselves. in other iterations, to draw further on lovecraftian or cthulhu mythos elements, oeznik may lean more private investigator, or 'freelance', for his own mysterious and often unexplained purposes. focused and preoccupied when fixed securely inside his element; wary and suspicious when not.
Fifine ; anya taylor-joy ; tba.
Nadya ; brunette anya t-j :p ; tba.
(the) Insomnium ; tbd. ; developed and hatched by a cult of space witches moreso than born. derived from an organically inorganic (or just inexplicable) substance. for tumblr purposes, blends the idea of dune's 'voice'. cult functions similarly on some levels to the b.g., but is entirely an unknown. stems from the same gritty, visceral horror environment and themes as the ren. (especially picky about where i throw this one.)
space cultists tba.
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