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Cillian Murphy as William Killick
THE EDGE OF LOVE (2008) dir. John Maybury
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Ooooh, what about this? Future!reader accidentally time traveled to 1940s when she met William Killick, and he had to take care of her due to injuries she had. She ended up staying with him while rejecting his advances because she was trying to find a way to go back to future, and it wouldn’t be fair to him if she were to accept his advances, but she didn’t know William was sabotaging the solutions to ensure she would stay with him forever.
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL LIKE HOLY SHIT. I was about to write something like this with Tommy in Black Heart, but I opted out, and I hadn't even considered this with William, so I'm so glad you requested it!!
this was supposed to be a short-length fic lol, it's like the longest thing I've ever written on here
Home Is Where the Heart Is ⸻ William Killick
pairing | william killick x future!reader
summary | You don't think much of the box when it arrives at your front door. That is, until you open it and are transported decades into the past. There, you fall into the arms of a handsome soldier, who is intent on making you stay.
word count | 9k
Warnings: DUB-CON, possessive!william, future!reader, period typical sexism it's okay when it's william, reader has a software job, weird time travel plot (who knows how the box got there? it's totally not going to be revealed in part two ;) ), mentions of war, reader simps so hard, p in v sex, breeding kink
Disclaimer: The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.
A/N: I'm honestly not too proud with how rushed it was, but I'm glad it's out there. I'm definitely doing a part two. Be warned for errors.
You were lying in a field of grass, tall, bushy trees lining the area around you. You seemed to be in some type of countryside because in the distance you could faintly see quaint little houses and farmland (at least, you assumed it was; your vision was awfully blurry), but other than that, you had no clue as to where you were.
“Ah,” you hissed, noticing the cut on your body. When you arrived — however that happened — you had scrapped your arm on a sharp rock embedded in the dirt, and now it was bleeding, red blood trickling down your arm.
You sighed miserably, trying to make sense of the situation.
Yesterday, a packaged box arrived on your front doorstep. No address, no company, just a note in pen, To [Y/n] [L/n]. You were a little wary of its contents but brought it inside anyway. You opened it and uncovered a machine, steel and simple in its construction, yet difficult to understand. There was no instruction manual or labels for the buttons, and it took you a while to know if you were even looking at it right, the only hint being the Roman numerals inside the dials.
After tinkering around with it, you must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew, you were in a completely other place. All you had on were your clothes, some money, and your phone, which, surprise surprise, had no signal, so all you could do was look at your downloads — completely useless — and take a photo.
I must’ve been drugged, you thought, still feeling hazy. I should have called the cops the moment I realized something was off.
You got up and took off your socks, trying to stop the bleeding with it. It wasn’t the most hygienic, but it was all you had at the moment, and you weren’t about to tear off pieces of the shirt you had on, especially not when you were already shivering.
The contraption had traveled with you, and though you were aware it was the reason you were here in the first place, you thought it better to bring it along, as evidence. You could show it to the government, and they could use their little science ways to find the culprit. All would be fine.
All will be fine.
You started walking. You didn’t have any shoes on for protection, so it was difficult to step across the dirt, with all its rocks and insects swarming about, but you managed to get to grass quick enough, and it felt much better, almost healing to walk barefoot on the softness of mother nature.
But you didn’t get very far. Eventually, your stomach started grumbling, and you felt like your intestines were twisting inside with desperation. Your sock was now red, and your hand was trembling, so with a defeated sigh, you let go, of both the sock and the heavy machine, allowing the blood to flow freely. You bent over to pick the sock back up first, but the sudden movement made your head reel, and before you knew it, you were out again.
+++
“You’re awake,” a voice said, a male’s voice, a British accent that sounded like butter. Oh, butter, if you could get your hands on that alone you would be satisfied.
You opened your eyes, blinking. A figure, with pale skin and dark hair made it’s way over to you, and in a panic, you crawled away, eyes darting across the room. You were on a bed, bandages on your arm, but before you could calm down or even begin to think properly, panic took over, your heart rate elevated, and you sighed, before passing out again.
+++
For about the third time today, or however long you were out, you woke up. This time your vision was much clearer, but you still had this nasty migraine in your head. You were sick inside, the kind of sick that happens when you haven’t eaten in a while but can’t eat because you feel like you’ll throw up.
You wondered if you were in the same place again. You remembered a man, with a soothing voice, but he wasn’t here right now. Though the possibility that you had been kidnapped entered your mind, you noticed the lack of bonds and chains on your body. He was probably just helping you, you reasoned.
You slowly got out of bed, wincing at the shooting pain in your arm. You observed your surroundings. The bedroom was very minimalist, and . . . quirky. You loved the design and the materials used, as it reminded you of a cottage, but there was nothing helpful in sight. All the technology you could see, like the kitchen, needed to be updated and was worn out. There was some type of record player, or CD tape, or whatever that was called, on one of the counters and a radio beside it.
You didn’t bother with any of that. You were thirsty, throat dry and gnawing at you, so you went to look for water, hoping that whoever lived here didn’t go out and get it from a fucking well. He probably does. Look at this place!
“Shit!” you swore, your knees buckling from underneath you. You felt so weak and miserable and vulnerable. It hit you at this moment that you were probably a hundred miles away from home, in a strange place in a strange home you’d never seen before. How were you going to get back? What were you going to do?
Tears started welling in your eyes. You hated that you were being so emotional. Why couldn’t you toughen up and deal with the situation like a proper adult?
You leaned onto the counter, trying to balance yourself, when the front door opened up, and the man you saw before walked in, carrying a bag full of vegetables and other foods. He quickly placed the bag down and held you in his arms, his warmth comforting and relaxing.
He had short, dark hair, and a sharp jawline, and from this distance, you could see light freckles scattered across his cheeks. He had the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen, like glaciers, like the ocean. Fuck, he was so handsome.
“Here,” he said, guiding you back to the bedroom. He set you down on the bed, gazing at you with such intensity, like adoration or devotion.
“W-who are you?” you asked, voice cracking. “Where am I? Hngh.” You rubbed your temples. Didn’t he have any pain medications?
“My name is William. William Killick,” the man introduced softly. “Don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.” He went off into the kitchen and brought back a glass of water. You drank it slowly, the cool liquid flowing through your body, wetting your mouth. “I didn’t know if you had family nearby, so I took you to my place.”
William paused, as if thinking of what to say next. “Get more rest, it’s night.”
You hadn’t even noticed the time, but one look out the window told you he was right. It was pitch black outside.
“You’ll wake up tomorrow, and have some breakfast.”
You shook your head, and handed the glass back to him, only for him to set it down on the nightstand table. “Where’s my phone? Where’s my . . . box?”
He stared at you blankly, before clearing his throat. “Your stuff is in the back. I didn't know what it was — hey, don’t move.” William’s strong hands kept you in place, pushing you back down to the bed as gently as he could whilst still keeping a firm grip. “Rest,” he ordered. “Don’t need you fainting on me again.”
You wanted to argue, but you couldn’t. You laid your head on the pillow, without a choice but to trust William, and fell asleep, wrapping yourself in the blanket with a content sigh. All the questions you had, all the thoughts, faded away and were replaced by darkness.
+++
You dreamt of yourself and yourself. You, the spectator, were standing outside a window, but it wasn’t just any window. It was your window, the one that led to the inside of your bedroom, where you could see you and William — the strange man — entangled in the sheets. Lovers. You two were lovers. You two were making love.
Anyone would have felt creepy watching someone else, and anyone would have noticed someone watching them, but none of that happened. The sun should have cast a shadow on you, but it didn't. The passerby should have called you out, but they didn’t.
You had just enough awareness to realize that this was a dream. How were you back at home already? Why were you and William kissing?
While originally you felt nothing, like a simple observer without thoughts, you were suddenly flooded with heavy emotions. Confusion, shame, lust, confusion.
But in just a few moments, the world around you crumbled, like an earthquake, and the sun and moon passed by, stars moving across the heavens, and you were warped by time, back in the same place you were before.
+++
You woke up with a gasp, cold sweat running down your body, and immediately William was by your side. You rested your head on his chest, grasping onto his shirt desperately, not wanting him to leave.
“Shh, shh,” he cooed, running his fingers through your hair.
“Sorry,” you muttered, making no effort to leave his side. “I don’t know . . .”
“Shh.”
You both were like this for a while. Faint images of your dream passed through your mind, and from what little you remembered, you assumed it had been a wet dream.
I can’t believe it, you thought. Having a wet dream — about a guy I barely met. Control yourself!
You pulled away, already missing his warmth. William frowned a little but didn’t say anything. “What’s your name, darling?” he asked.
You hesitated.
“I told you, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“[Y/n],” you finally told him. “Where are we?”
William narrowed his eyes. You had a feeling he knew more than he was letting on, but you didn’t want to press.
“Wales,” William answered.
You froze. How the fuck did you get to Wales? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.
“Um, that’s nice,” you said awkwardly. “How long has it been since you found me?”
“A few days.”
You tried not to panic, but all you could think about was your job and your friends and your family. Have you been reported missing yet?
“You must be hungry,” William said. “I’ll cook something for you. I’m not the best, but I don’t want you to wear yourself out.”
“It’s alright.” You waved his concern off, though it did tug at your heartstrings that he was worried. “I'll get some fast food.”
You dug through your pockets, hoping your wallet was still in there. Thankfully it was. You pulled it out and grabbed two crisp twenty-dollar bills, but William hissed and pushed it back in, his hand not leaving yours.
“What are you doing carrying around that much money?” he asked, giving you an incredulous look. “How are you meant to protect yourself? Where’d you get that? Do you have a husband?”
You pushed his hand away. “I work. And what’s the problem?”
You knew that the American dollar wasn’t equivalent to a British pound, but was the difference that bad? Sure, forty dollars was a lot of money if you were just going to a gas station or something, but nothing to get excited over.
William huffed. “You can’t just show me that much money like that. What if I was a thief, hmm? What would you do then?”
“Are you?” you asked, not understanding why he was making such a big deal out of it.
“No. I’m a gentleman.”
You scoffed, amused, but there was a little smile on your face. “A gentleman?”
“Yes,” he insisted. “A proper man.”
There was a moment of silence between you both. You wanted him to hold you again, but you thought it would be best if you just went on your way.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you said, getting up from the bed. “And bandaging me and all.” You gave him one of the bills. “I know it’s in dollars, but I’m sure you can convert it.”
William didn’t take the money. “You’re not leaving — you’re still hurt. I’d be remiss if I let a lass half as pretty as you alone on the streets.”
You chalked up his way of talking to the region. You honestly found it quite attractive. That, coupled with his British accent, made you feel like you were in one of those romance movies. You had to remind yourself that he wasn’t in love with you and that you were just acting irrational and horny.
“I’ll be fine. We’ll exchange numbers, do you have a charger?”
“What?”
“A phone charger. My phone’s probably dead.”
“The box?”
You narrowed your eyes. “No, the rectangle. The phone.”
“Ah, the one that glows?”
You briefly wondered if he simply didn’t know what a phone was. You knew some people preferred not to have modern technology in their life.
“Yes. I need to call someone — ”
“ — It stopped glowing.”
Great. William obviously didn’t have a charger. And if he didn’t know what it was, no one nearby would. All that was next to do would be to walk to a big city and hope someone there could help you get back home.
“Look, darling.” You ignored the way your heart fluttered when he called you that. “I don’t know what a phone is, or why you’re here, but I know that you still need to recover.”
“I appreciate it,” you said. “But I really have to go. I have work and — ”
“ — Surely you can take a day off. What is it you do?” William asked.
“I’m a software developer. I code.”
William had a blank face. A pink blush dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat, “I, er, I’ve never heard of that. You mean computers? The big ones that take up a room?”
“No, it’s not the fifties.”
“Well, 1946 is close.”
You didn’t know what to make of that. “What does 1946 have to do with this?”
William observed you intently. “The year. The year is 1946.”
You blinked. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be the 20th century — that was impossible. So many things were wrong with that. How come it was you who traveled in time? Why didn’t the government know about this? Even if you were ignoring the question of how, there were still so many whys.
“No,” you said slowly, inching away from William. What kind of sick prank was this? He was supposed to be helping you, not confusing you. “You’re messing with me.”
William sensed that you were uncomfortable, because he backed away, his hands in the air. You could tell he was waiting for the perfect moment to get closer.
“I’m not a liar . . . Are you from the future?”
Fuck. You weren’t sure. How could that even be possible?
“No,” you said hesitantly. “I dunno, I must be . . .”
Your eyes subtly peered past William and at the door. If only you could get past him . . .
You looked straight at the window, making sure to grab his attention. “Oh,” you whispered, putting on your best shocked expression. The moment he was distracted you sprinted past him and bolted out of the room and out the house, running across the field to the next house you could see. Your arm still hurt, but you were willing to shove down the pain.
“No, no, please!” William shouted, running after you.
In just a minute, he had caught up to you and tackled you to the ground. He pinned your hands above your head and sat on your lower stomach, rendering you useless. His lips were so close to yours, and the look on his face was pissed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice forceful, gripping onto your wrists tighter.
“P-please,” you pathetically sputtered out. “Don’t hurt me.”
He didn’t budge. “I’m trying to help you — I’m not lying to you, and I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You’re hurting me now,” you cried, squirming.
William’s eyes softened as he realized what he was doing. “You promise not to run again?”
You nodded, your lower lip wobbling.
“Alright.”
He still didn’t let go of you, but he did pull you up from the ground, wiping the dirt off of your back. Tears flowed down your cheek like rainwater, and you couldn’t help but curl in on yourself.
William held onto your arm as he walked you back to the house, not allowing you another chance of escape, but he did wipe your tears gently and soothe you. You felt embarrassed. Why did you run? You had acted purely on instinct there. This man was clearly only trying to help.
“Look,” he said softly, sitting you back down on the bed like a child. “I’ll take you into town, hmm? Show you around and all — maybe that’ll convince you. You must be quite far into the future to be dressing like that and to have a . . . phone with you, so things will be different, right? What year are you from?”
“. . . 2023.”
“I knew it. On your phone, there was a date. I wasn’t sure then, but . . .” William suddenly reached his hands up and rubbed his thumb across your chapped lips, catching you off guard. “They’re dry,” he said. “I’ll draw up a bath for you so you can bathe while I cook. I’ll get you some lotion afterward.”
You nodded. What else could you do?
+++
William had cooked some simple fish and chips while you cleaned yourself. You had to use a tin tub, which was insane to you, but you didn’t complain about it. He supplied you with clothing, an old-fashioned dress his mother had accidentally left here. You were grateful it was not from some ex-girlfriend or wife, even though you had no right to feel that way. You put aside your other clothes to wash later.
After finishing with that, you sat down at the dining table, and like the hungry girl you were, you gobbled the food down eagerly. It was so fresh and delicious, not at all like the food you had in the future, pumped with chemicals and artificially bred. You tried to be as neat as you could, but it was difficult when you were starving. William had watched on with amusement, telling you to slow down and straighten your back every once in a while.
He took the plates away when you both were done, and then did as he promised and gave you some lotion, but instead of letting you apply it, he took a bit of cream on his fingers and rubbed it on your lips. “Stay still,” he murmured.
“I-I can do it—”
“No, you can’t. You’re still injured.”
You understood his reasoning. And you didn’t mind him touching you like that.
“The rest of my body is dry, too,” you blurted out.
What were you thinking? You didn’t even know this man. Trying to get him to touch the rest of your body — stupid girl.
William’s breathing hitched. “As in . . . your knees as well?”
“. . .”
He cleared his throat. “Well, then. Put them out, over my lap.”
You bit your lower lip, watching on as he rubbed his hands over your legs. His touch was so warm and it felt more like a massage. You felt bad about doing this, leading him on. If he was right about the time travel, then you couldn’t entertain any sort of relationship with him. It wouldn’t be fair.
But it was just an act of service. It didn’t mean much, right?
“Oh, that’s nice,” you said, resting your head on the bed. You felt a bit off allowing a random man to do this to you, but he wasn’t random now, was he? He had saved you. And besides, he was he who insisted he rub the lotion in the first place.
“What is the future like?” William asked. “Is there another war?”
“Sort of. Not really,” you answered, which panicked William. “Don’t worry. If you’re talking about America and Russia, no one dies.”
William chuckled. “I should hope not. I don’t fancy serving in another world war.”
“You served?” you asked curiously.
“Yes. As a captain in the British Army.”
You supposed it was normal. Most men in this time either signed up for the military or were drafted. You couldn’t imagine the horrors William must have gone through. You would never be able to understand the trauma he carried with him. You were curious, but you knew better than to ask. He didn’t need your pity, and you certainly didn’t want to offend him.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
“For what?”
“That it had to happen. War and all that.”
“Does war not happen in the future?”
Now you felt a little stupid.
“Well — yes. It does. I’m just sorry. We learned about the world wars in history — and I just — I’m not claiming to know anything. Yeah, sorry.” You looked down.
William didn’t say anything to that. He just kept rubbing your dry skin. Afterward, he put the lotion away and sat next to you, running his fingers through your hair.
“I expect stories from you. I want to hear everything about the future.”
You still didn’t believe you were in the past, at least, not completely.
“You can tell me as we pass through town,” he added.
“I need to wash my clothes first.”
Willian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not going to wear that anymore.”
“Why not?”
He pursed his lips. “It’s too revealing. A woman should never go out wearing those types of clothing.” He sighed. “Perhaps it’s different in the future, but here, you’ll get hurt if you dress like that.” He continued playing with your hair. “I want you to be safe. So, you have to promise me that you’ll stay by my side at all times, yes?”
You nodded. You always thought that if you caught men talking to you like this, you would slap them, but here you were, turned on by William’s sexism. It was different, you reasoned. He was more focused on protecting you than restricting you. Was it bad that you found that hot?
“Good girl,” he said proudly. “Good girl.”
+++
Walking through town had been more of a frightening experience than you expected. You realized, without a shadow of a doubt, that you were indeed in the past. Producing a prank with this level of investment and money was pointless, and you never had any mental issues in the past, so why would one suddenly show up now? And even if it did, you couldn’t possibly be imagining this all in your head.
All the cars were shiny and new, yet old models, ones that wouldn’t be produced in the future. All the women and men wore traditional clothing, like the dress William picked out for you. The hairstyles were medium-length and curled, or slicked back, with lots of gel and products used to keep them in place. You were grateful William didn’t ask you to do any of that. Not that you would have let him. At a certain point, you would have drawn a line.
“I have to get back,” you told William as you walked on a trail. “The machine has something to do with it. I just have to figure out how it works.”
“That’s an engineering job,” he pointed out.
“I’m good at math and science. I work in advanced technology, so I should be able to figure something out. All it needs is a bit of testing . . . I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while until I figure out a place to stay. I’ll give you all the money I have and I promise I’ll find a job — ”
“ — No need. Stay as long as you like. I don’t want your money. I won’t stop you from finding a job, but it’s not necessary. I can handle any expenses.”
You didn’t argue with him. He didn’t seem averse to the idea of letting a stranger stay at his place. It made sense. People in this time were more hospitable and open (at least, when they felt like it), and William, being a man from the forties, would never allow you to carry any of the financial burden.
You still felt a little bad.
“Thank you. It means a lot to me. Now, what is it you want to hear about the future?”
William’s eyes lit up excitedly. “Do flying cars exist?”
You chuckled. “No. But we have self-driving ones.”
“Self-driving? How do they work?”
You paused. You had no idea. “I’m not sure. They probably have sensors to detect other cars. And, well, there’s a map. So it’s connected to a satellite . . .”
“Satellite?”
“It’s this thing in space. It does . . . stuff. It’s manmade.”
“Space? Have we discovered alien life?”
“No. But we have sent rovers to Mars and we’ve landed a person on the moon.”
William stopped walking. “The moon?” he repeated, bewildered. “Have you gone?”
I wish. “It’s only for astronauts. You have to be trained for that sort of stuff.”
“And when did this all happen?”
“Around the 1960s. There was a space race between America and Russia, and America won.”
Once you got the ball rolling, William would not stop asking questions. You answered them as best as you could and avoided topics like the current political climate and weaponry and all that. After he was done with all the serious stuff, like advancements in science and whether robots had taken over the world yet, he moved on to more social and cultural topics. You were relieved to find out that he wasn’t racist or homophobic or incredibly misogynistic. If anything he was rather tame about it all, and was glad that women had earned more rights, though he seemed upset that the dynamic of a gentlemanly husband and lady-like housewife wasn’t pushed upon society.
“There’s nothing wrong with things going the opposite way around,” he had said. “Two people of the same gender marrying. It’s only that women need to be looked after, and if she doesn’t want to work, then it is her man’s obligation to do it for her. And in return, she must be obedient and serve him whenever he pleases — whether it’s by cleaning the house or . . . other things.”
“And what if she doesn’t want it?” you questioned, referring to the other things.
“A man should always make sure she likes it.”
You could practically feel all the feminism leaving your body at that.
The conversation ended when you reached back home (home? It’s not your home, you reminded yourself). William replaced your bandages with care. You were already starting to feel better, since the cut wasn’t too big, and you offered to help with cooking dinner this time.
After that, you decided to tinker with the box.
It was made out of some type of metal, with two different dials on the top and a button on the side. But it wasn’t like anything you’d ever seen before. The first dial went from zero to nine (zero being nulla) in Roman numerals, and had four hands, each of them colored in order: red, green, blue, and yellow. Respectively, there were four tiny colored knobs on the side, like the ones by a watch, where you could move each hand. The other dial was the same case.
“It must be the date,” you said aloud to yourself. “But which is which?”
Taking a gamble, you pressed the button, but it didn’t do anything. All it did was signal a small lens to start blinking red.
“Are you sure you should do that now?” William asked, coming up from behind you. “Look at this.” He crouched to your level on the floor. “Your eyes have bags underneath them. You’re still tired.”
You rubbed the area beneath your eyes. Did they really have bags? You hadn’t realized.
“I should probably go to sleep then,” you said, putting the box down and getting up.
William walked you over to the bedroom, and was about to leave when you asked, “Where are you sleeping?”
“The couch.”
You frowned. “It’s your house and I’m your guest. You’ve already done so much for me – ”
“— If you’re going to suggest you sleep on the couch, then it’s a no. That’s final.”
“But — ”
“ — Final.”
You sighed. “Then come sleep with me. I’ll stay on the floor—”
“ — No—”
“ — Then we can share the bed. We’ll put a wall of pillows between us, like this.” You grabbed a pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed, separating the two sides. “Not so bad, see?”
William relented. “Alright.”
He crawled into bed with you. His hair fell over his face as he adjusted, and the last rays of sunlight coated his body in colors of orange and yellow. If your phone wasn’t dead, you would have asked him to sit still for a picture, because at this moment, he truly looked breathtaking. He was a beautiful man. You wondered if he knew it.
“What?” William asked when he noticed you staring.
Flustered, you turned your head to look up at the ceiling. “Nothing. I was just making sure you were comfy.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see William lick his lower lip.
“You’re a sweet lass,” he commented. “You always think about others first.”
He reached over, and for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you (which, admittedly, despite having had a wet dream about him, scared you), but he only brushed a small speck of dust off your shoulders and murmured “Goodnight”, before burying his chin into the blanket and drifting off into sleep.
You followed in suit soon after. A part of you was hoping that you could start a life here. You’d buy a nice house and live out a simple and peaceful life. You and William didn’t even have to be romantically involved. You could just be friends, and you would be happy with that.
But a part of you also hoped that when you woke up the next morning you would be back in your own bed, in your small one-story house that you remember being so excited about buying. You knew you would never like living here in the long term. There were too many things wrong with this time and you didn’t want to be the brunt of its issues. Not only that but being aware of all the tragedies that would soon occur . . . Did you want to be faced with the moral dilemma of whether or not you should stop them? How would your presence affect things in the future? After living your whole life in 2023, you could never adjust to life in 1946.
You had to find a way back. There was simply no other choice.
+++
William showed you many things. Just as he was interested in the future, you were interested in the past. The things that excited you most of all were old-school versions of what you had in the future. Washing machines, refrigerators — they were all so different, yet the same, and it was fascinating.
You even met a few people in town. They were nice enough to hold a conversation with, though they found it weird that you lacked decorum and the social understanding of the time. The women were chatty and mildly passive-aggressive, and the men — well, the men flirted with you quite openly.
William had told people that you were family, someone related but not close enough to be bothered with technical terms like cousin or niece. No one asked questions when you two explained it like that. All the men must have thought that if you were his family and that if you had no ring on your finger you must be looking for a partner.
You were charmed by their advances, but never serious about them. Besides, William hardly let them get a word in before he shooed them away.
By the time weeks and weeks had passed you became acquainted with everyone, seen every sight to see — including the swan lake William took you to — and become close enough to William that he opened up to you. You learned that while he wasn’t an orphan, his parents never held much interest in him other than the occasional birthday letter, and the reason he came out here so far away from the city was to find peace of mind.
You grew to admire him, and you were sure he grew to admire you, too. And soon, you started to feel a certain type of way. A way that made you daydream about all the things that could be, only for reality to stomp across it and remind you of the harsh truth.
+++
William was driving a car, a modern car, your car. He was humming a little tune on the radio, singing some lyrics, hands loosely holding the wheel as he passed by a gas station. It was some Taylor Swift song, and you remember faintly thinking: Of course, he likes Taylor Swift.
He looked over to you. You were sitting by his side, a passenger princess, looking out the window. All of a sudden it was night and you two were driving down a lonely road, parking by the side of some lake. In the distance, you could hear crickets and ribbits, but you paid them no mind.
You were curled up in William’s arms, looking out the sunroof of the car, the light of the moon gently descending through the glass. You offered him a piece of chocolate, and you two just sat there, in the dark, nibbling on snacks and observing the sky, until you woke up.
+++
William had to leave for work, like usual. He again told you not to leave his property line or stray out too far, which, again, was fine by you because most days were cold and bitter.
You spent your time messing around with the box, careful not to touch the wires in the back. Once you put your mind to it, you figured out how it worked. You paid attention to where the hands were currently located and found something promising. The first dial’s hands had the numbers I, IX, IV, and VI, and the second dial was nulla, IX, nulla, and V. Alone, you wouldn’t have been able to tell what the numbers meant, but with context, you understood. The first dial was the year, and the second one was the month and date.
You didn’t quite understand how the box brought you from the future, but that didn’t matter, as it was broken. There was a little loose piece on the backside that had been damaged — a little dent, probably when you were first transported here. All you had to do was plug it back in, but the only problem was, you didn’t have a screwdriver, and you certainly weren’t going to wrench your fingers near a bunch of wires.
When William came back you told him your solution. He agreed and said that tomorrow he would take you to a local store to buy a screwdriver, and he even apologized for not having one in his house. But for now, he said he wanted to take you out to lunch.
“Lunch?” you questioned nervously. Was he asking you out on a date?
You thought about it for a moment. You did want to go, but your mind was too preoccupied with getting back to your time. Besides, it wasn’t fair to him. You did like him, but you two could never actually be together. It was all in your head.
It’s all in your head.
“You know I’ll have to go back someday,” you said, watching William’s expression become more neutral as if he was hiding his emotions. “I dunno . . . I’m getting a little attached to you,” you said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
William seemed to understand where you were going with this. “It won’t be like that. I wouldn’t blame you,” he said earnestly, taking a step forward. “We ought to enjoy our time together, while it’s still here.”
He made a valid point, enough to convince you. He had been doing that an awful lot. Convincing you.
William took you out to a nice restaurant. The food was a bit plain, but it was good and wholesome. It reminded you a lot of William’s cooking, only fancier and more well-presented. Not only that, but the atmosphere felt calming and almost romantic. You noticed that most of the people here were couples, holding hands and giggling with each other, however young or old.
Was this William’s intention? Did he like like you? Or was this just him being courteous? You couldn’t imagine that many people here were used to dating or one-night stands. But you wouldn’t know unless you asked him, and you were too nervous to do that. Besides, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. William was a very traditional man, would he even want a woman like you? A 21st-century girl?
After you two were finished eating you engaged in another walk.
“Come closer,” William said, holding out his arm for you to take. If you didn’t have any self-control, you would have jumped his bones right then and there. He was right. He was a gentleman. No man in the future would have done this for you unless they were trying to make a joke out of it.
You placed your hand on William’s arm hesitantly, trying to figure out the exact placement, walking side by side with him. It was a little cold, however, and you shivered, catching William’s attention almost instantly.
“Oh, you poor thing,” William cooed, talking of his coat and wrapping it around you. It smelled of him, a little musky, smoky like a cigarette, but in a very subtle way. “You’re so nervous. Have you never had a man do this for you?” he asked. “Hold out his arm for you to take, give you his coat?”
“No,” you admitted. “Men don’t do that in the future.”
“I do,” he said, stopping both of you in your tracks. The area was secluded, mostly covered in trees and bushes, far away from any passerby. “I would do that for my woman.”
It was quiet for a moment.
“Well,” you said, wistfully, “whoever she is she’ll be a lucky woman.”
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William took you to a local shop to buy a screwdriver next. It all felt very domestic, something that you could get used to. You imagined running errands like this with William in the future. He would be absolutely fascinated by a grocery store, by the internet, by everything. If you thought hard, you could see it — a wondrous smile on his face, a giggle escaping his lips.
You tried not to think of it that much. After your fantasy passed your thoughts turned sad and cold, because you knew that would never happen. It will never happen. As much as you liked William, you missed your family, you missed your house, you missed everything.
When you both got back home, you plugged the broken piece in and screwed the nail. William watched on beside you, a frown on his face, drinking some tea.
“Here,” he said, inching closer, “I don’t want you exerting pressure on your arm. Let me do it.”
He grabbed a hold of the screwdriver, but he bumped into you in the process. With a gasp, he dropped his cup of tea. It shattered across the floor, glass pieces flying every, hot liquid (thankfully not boiling) splashing all over. You shrieked and backed away, watching as one of the glass shards cut right through one of the wires.
“William!” you snapped, but then your eyes turned watery, because of the cut on your hand.
He immediately went over to you, careful not to step on any glass, and picked you up bridal style, moving you away from the mess and towards the couch.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, looking panicked. “It was an honest mistake — I’m so so sorry, I can’t believe I just did that — are you hurt?”
You laughed at the absurdity of it all, even though you were clutching your finger in pain. It was a very small cut, something that would be healed within a day. “Calm down, William. I’m fine. Are you hurt?”
He shook his head, looking worried, or perhaps, scared was the right word. Yet, you couldn’t figure out why.
“William,” you said slowly. “It’s fine. You do realize we can just fix the wire? I just need a heat-shrinking tube and a soldering iron, nothing I haven’t done before.”
“. . . Oh.”
His tone made you wonder about his intentions. You’d been so caught up on how good of a person he was, helping you and giving you room and food, but really, what was his motive? Because it almost felt like he was trying to get you to stay . . . It sent a sinister feeling down your spine, albeit a tug on your heartstrings as well.
What do you want from me, William? What do you want?
+++
More time had passed. It was difficult to acquire things in this small town, and it occurred to you that such resources were not readily available at this time. You didn’t want to bother William by pestering him to go into the city for materials, so while you would bring up the topic every once in a while, you mostly kept quiet.
You took the chance to relish your break. After all, you weren’t working. It was like a fully paid vacation, so you might as well take advantage of it.
William still had a job, but when he came back, you two would just talk and talk and talk, conversations so smoothly flowing that it felt like you’d known him for years. When you weren’t talking, you were still in each other’s presence, doing your own thing. Occasionally, William would make sneaky moves like wrap his arm around your shoulder, or do the la bise. He claimed he was part French, and it was part of his custom, but even if that were true, you knew the la bise didn’t involve full-on smooches on the cheek.
You never stopped him from doing things like that, but you also never reciprocated, despite how badly you wanted to. All this stalling wouldn’t change the fact that you still had to leave. Not only that, but you were starting to feel homesick.
You missed calling your friends late at night, you missed watching colored TV, and you missed hot showers. You missed easy-access painkillers for your periods, and searching all your queries on the internet. You missed the future. Badly. And you could just feel that the day of return was near.
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“You dance, yes?”
Snapped out of your thoughts, you turned to William. You were both lounging on his couch, relaxing, talking, as the time passed by. He had given you a magazine to read, but you weren’t reading it, just dozing off.
You shrugged. “Yeah. I’ve gone to clubs. But — no, I can’t dance like that — William,” you whined, half-heartedly struggling as he pulled you up to you feet. “I’m going to ruin it, I don’t know where to place my feet or — ”
“ — You could never ruin anything, darling. Your presence alone is enough to satisfy me.”
You looked away. “You can’t say things like that, William.”
“Why not?”
You took his hands off you before he could even start the music.
“I don’t like it,” you lied.
William frowned. “That’s alright. Let me hold you. I know you enjoy that.” He chuckled. “When we first met you wouldn’t let go of me.”
The memory, still fresh in your mind, made you flustered.
“. . . William, what do you want from me?” you decided to ask.
He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean — what do you want from me?”
William licked his lower lip. “Nothing. I just want to take care of you.”
“But why?”
You could practically feel William’s nervousness. It was like when he dropped that glass. He radiated an almost jumbled energy, a desperate energy.
“Haven’t I made it more obvious?” he finally said, his hands on your waist. He brought his fingers up to brush the hair out of your face. “Am I not clear?”
You knew what he was going to say. But you wanted to hear it from him. “Clear about what?”
“I want you.” Your heart started beating. “I don’t care if you’re not from this time. I don’t care if you have a life in the future — I can be better. I can be your life.”
“. . . William.”
“Don’t take that tone with me,” he said, tilting your chin up so you could look him in the eyes. “I know you want me too. I can see it.”
“But we can’t,” you weakly protested.
“So is this what you do?” His tone grew more sharp. “Imagine things in your head and never act on them?”
You stayed silent. He was putting you in such a difficult position, couldn’t he see that?
“What’s wrong?” he continued. “Am I not good enough?”
“William,” you tried to pull away. “I have to go — ”
He locked you in his arms. Your body was so close your noses were brushing up against each other, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “Maybe you’re worried I can’t please you right.”
You could have shouted. Why was he being so forceful? You ignored the way your body grew warm — you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t and so you wouldn’t.
“I don’t want it,” you lied again.
“Well, I told you, a wife should always submit to her husband’s desires.”
“We’re not married!”
“We will be.”
You froze.
William took your silence as an opportunity. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, turning his head slightly as his hand rested on the back of your head. You were caught off guard but didn’t try to push away. It felt so nice, and warm and inviting. Why you were denying yourself this? Why were you denying yourself love?
When your lips parted, a string of saliva connecting you both, you placed your hands on his chest. You had an idea. A brilliant idea. Why hadn’t you thought of this before? “William. I still have to go, but — ”
He growled and lifted you up, carrying you over to his bedroom, tossing you onto the bed, and pinning you down on the mattress. “No. I won’t let you. I won’t let you! Don’t you understand? I’m perfect for you — I can — I can.” He looked miserable. In fact, he looked like he was about to cry. “Let me show you,” he said, determined. He started unbuckling his belt with one hand. “Let me show you what I can do.”
You hadn’t realized how hard William was, but when he finally took out his cock — fat and pale, with pre-cum leaking at the tip, his balls a little hairy, you gulped, the area between your legs getting wetter.
“Take off your panties,” he ordered. “And lift up that damn dress.”
You didn’t. To be honest, you were a little frightened by his behavior.
William sighed and did it for you, spreading your legs apart, only for you to shut them close. “You don’t even have a condom!”
“I’ll put out,” he said impatiently, forcing your legs apart again. You gasped, not expecting contact to be made so soon.
He rubbed his cock against your wet cunt, soaking himself. He had this satisfied smile on his face, eyes closed for just a moment, before he looked down at you.
“I thought I’d have to warm you up a little,” he said. “You’re beau — stop it! Don’t struggle.”
He held your arms down as you writhed. “Please, William — I believe you,” you said. “You can fuck me good. Just listen — ”
William shook his head. “You’re the one who's supposed to listen. Listen and take it.”
With that, he pushed his cock in and started thrusting, hard and fast, your hands still pinned, his face contorted in pleasure. His moans were loud and shameless. He had his head right above yours, peppering small kisses on your lips. You tried to ignore how good it felt — him inside of you, but it was becoming increasingly difficult by the moment.
“Ah, I knew you weren’t a virgin,” he said, noticing the lack of blood or discomfort. “That’s okay — I still love you.”
“Love?” you repeated, trying to focus, but your abilities were lost when he used his thumb to rub your clit. “Wa-a-it!”
“Don’t say that,” William said, his tone surprisingly soft given how rough his movements were. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought you didn’t want it. Just enjoy. Enjoy me.”
The bed was starting to creak, moving back and forth, rubbing up against the wood floor. Your breasts were bouncing, catching William’s eyes every once in a while. His cock slid in and out of you with precision, hitting that swollen part inside of you every time. His thumb on your clit only added to the intense sensation.
Your eyes fluttered shut, and you stopped struggling. You let your head hit the pillow, mouth parted, breathing heavy and hot. At the same time, you were overcome with a feeling of hurt. You couldn’t deny that you wanted it, but for him to take you so forcibly . . . and for you to actually like it . . .
“Are you alright?” he asked, slowing down his pace a little. He looked you in the eyes. “Do you feel good?”
You thought about lying, about crying out No, please stop!, but that wasn’t the truth, and in the end, your desires overcame you. “Y-yes. I want more.”
William relaxed, and his grip on you loosened. He placed one hand on your hip, the other by the side of your head.
“You’re beautiful,” he praised. “Every day I look at you and think of how grateful I am that I found you. Laying there in that field, little flowers around you. An angel. My angel.”
You wanted to tell him how grateful you were, too. That it was him who took you in and not someone else, but the words never came out, only sighs and moans, but he seemed to understand what you were trying to say.
Another kiss.
“You’re soaking me. You’re soaking the sheets.”
A little embarrassed, you turned your head. “M’sorry.”
William forced you to look back at him. “Don’t be sorry. I like knowing how eager you are for me.”
Another kiss, but this time he slipped his tongue in, sweeping against yours before he pulled away, a string of saliva breaking as he did.
“We’ll live here,” he continued, his thrusts becoming more erratic, “in this house. Together. I’ll take you to the movies, we’ll have picnics in the garden, and I’ll write you love songs on the piano. We’ll have children — a girl, I hope — and she’ll look just like you. It’ll be wonderful,” he promised. “I’ll make you so happy, and you’ll make me happy, too.”
You couldn’t help but ruin the moment. “If I did that I would never see my parents again.”
He frowned and didn’t say anything. Then, “I think you’re getting agitated. You need to come, that’s it. You need to come and then you’ll finally understand what it is you’ll be missing out on if you leave.”
“T-that’s not the point — ”
“ — I’m so close,” he murmured. “Fill you up, so damn tight. Ah, you’re perfect.”
When you realized what he meant your eyes widened and you shook your head adamantly. “You said you’d pull out!”
“That was before. I’ve changed my mind.”
You felt familiar pressure build up inside of you. You could imagine yourself, breasts big with milk, belly round and smooth, William reading children’s books to your unborn baby as if he could be heard. The thought alone made you sickly sweet, the idea that life between you and him could be so domestic.
But couldn’t he just wait for a moment?
“I’ll — ah — be with you — every step of the way,” he grunted. “I won’t leave you. So, don’t be scared.”
“William,” you said shakily. “Just listen — ”
But it was too late. Collapsing on top of you, William poured his hot seed inside your cunt, his whimper addicting, like it was something you could hear a thousand times over. A few seconds later, you fell victim to the same fate, and there you two lay, with each other, chests heaving, bodies sweaty and sticky, coming down from the heights of ecstasy.
You could feel his heart pound against yours. Thump, thump, thump. And you could feel yours as well. To think that this man had just gotten you pregnant. It all happened so quickly. It happened so quickly and you were completely fine with it.
“William,” you said after finally catching your breath, turning to face him. “You know I still have to go.”
It was his turn to cry. His tears watered up, glassy, his lower lip trembling, but you could tell he was doing his best to keep it in. “But I love you,” he whispered. “Am I not enough?”
It broke your heart to see him like this. So vulnerable in front of you. It was then you knew you were making the right choice, a hundred percent. You had finally found your match. And to think that you almost let him go . . .
“But I want you to come with me,” you said, hopeful. “Come with me, William. Come with me to the future.”
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How come I’m not seeing this GORGEOUS photo all over tumblr?? Like… hello look at this Greek Irish God 🥰♥️✨
Am I the only one drooling or what?
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#cillian murphy#tommy shelby#peaky blinders#j robert oppenheimer#William killick#shivering soldier#Matthew joy#robert Fischer
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❝𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙙, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮❞
Pairing:
Soft!Dark!William Killick x Stepdaughter!Reader
Summary:
William’s stepdaughter went out for a fun night with her girls, ended up dancing with another man at a pub, and came home late.
Warning(s): Implied dub-con, implied age gap (everyone’s grown). step-cest. Infidelity. Mentions of violence but not towards the reader. Minors, dni!
Word Count: 1.4k
Upon returning to the cab, Y/N got in, feeling dejected and let down by her poor luck. The ride back to her home was a quiet one, her girlfriends chatting excitedly about their night while she just sat there, her mind filled with all kinds of anxious thoughts.
When she finally arrived back home, she thanked her friends for the ride and said goodbye before rushing inside the house.
She was greeted by silence as she entered the foyer. The house was still, and the only sound she could hear was her footsteps as she walked forward.
She realized that her mother was still out of the house, and William was home due to a few stray beams of light that escaped the living room and gave her a slight amount of light to see the hallway.
Although she saw the light from the living room, which she knew he was watching telly on a new television cabinet that came out earlier this year. She was going to walk past the living room, hoping he wouldn’t call for her.
She bent down to take her heels off her feet before tiptoeing down the hallway and headed upstairs to her bedroom, hoping that he wouldn't notice her. But before she could get too far on the stairs, she heard a voice rang out from the living room and it was William’s voice calling her name.
She bit her lip, knowing that he was anxious since she did not leave him any note of where she was going for a night out. She walked towards the living room, “yeah?” She asked nervously.
When she turned around the corner, she saw her stepfather staring at her with his arms crossed. The look on his face was stern and brooding, as if he was trying to read her mind and figure out what she was hiding.
"Where have you been?" he inquired, his tone strict and serious.
“Dancing.” She said simply. It was harmless.
William tilted his head to the side slightly, “that’s it?” he asked, his voice dripping with suspicion. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of possessiveness rummaging through his veins. She was dancing with other men in a club, and her behavior was nothing short of provocative. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was up to.
“Yes. The girls called and asked me to join them for a night out. And I decided why not.” She said softly, placing the heels on the first step on the staircase.
"Do you know what men do whenever they see a pretty girl like you?" He pressed, his tone growing sharp. "Are you aware of what kind of men frequent these clubs?"
She bit the inside of her mouth, “apparently that’s the least of my worries.” She muttered; an expression of contempt flitted across her face.
The expression on William’s face darkened even more upon hearing her words. His face twisted into a scowl, his anger growing with each passing moment.
“And why would you say that?” he inquired, his voice demanding.
She chuckled dryly, “they refused to dance with William Killick’s stepdaughter once they realized who I was.” She stared up at him with frustration in her depths.
"Is that what you think?" William asked sarcastically, his tone becoming even more accusatory as his eyes flashed icily. "Do you honestly believe that they refused to dance with you because you are my stepdaughter?"
“Yes, when they’re the ones who heard stories about you.” She hissed; her eyes widened with fury. “Even one of them told me that they were at the pub the night you had hit an older woman while being inebriated, and on top of that you shot a cottage full of people!”
He sighed, running his hand down his face as a clear sign of momentarily distress. Although it happened five years ago, he had hope she would never hear the stories that happened that night because he did not want her to not feel safe around him and selfishly, he did not want any obstacles influencing the bond they had now.
Oblivious to his inner turmoil that was rolling through him, she continued. “After they realized who I am, then they refused to dance with me any longer because they’re afraid of what you’ll do to them.” She murmured, dejected as she twiddled the hem of her dress.
"And can't you blame them?" He asked, his tone becoming harsher with each passing moment. His hands clenched into tight fists, his body starting to tremble with rage. "Do you know how protective a man usually is about his daughter? How he would do anything to protect her and keep her safe?"
“Well, their words were ‘he’s overprotective, I don’t want to get on his bad side’ as if I didn’t know that.” she said dryly.
"Of course, I'm overprotective," he snapped with an angry scowl, "but that's because you mean the world to me. How could I possibly let anyone else have you? Why would I need someone else to protect you, or love you, when I'm right here? When it's my job? My duty? To watch over and care for you?"
She stared at him with wide eyes, she would never think he would get so fired up over the argument they had about her dancing with strangers who evidently knew or heard of William’s episode that night.
Then a sigh escaped from her lungs before moving towards the living room to sit on the couch. “It’s not that. To them I will always be Y/N, the stepdaughter of William, the one they refused to dance with due to your temperament. They can’t see that I’m just a person who’s trying to live my life, and I can’t because I’m your stepdaughter that people refused to dance with.”
He couldn't even believe what he was hearing right now. The idea that other men would refuse to dance with her simply because they considered her to be his daughter didn't sit well with him. Which also played into his favor. He had no interest in sharing his stepdaughter with anyone else.
"So, you are saying that people would only dance with you if they didn't know who you are?" he inquired, his tone sharper than ever.
“Yes. One did for a short time before they realized who I am.” She said bitterly, dragging her hands from the hem of her dress to fold and crossing her arms as if she was protecting herself against something.
It sent chills down William’s spine to imagine some random man holding her in his arms and caressing her, dancing with her and seduce her all at once. And it only made him more furious to know that someone had seen to that.
“Well, I don’t want them dancing with you either,” he replied in an agitated voice, “I don’t want anyone dancing with you.”
She looked up at him sharply, “what is that supposed to mean?” She asked with wide eyes.
“You heard me,” he replied, his voice dripping with anger. “You’re my stepdaughter, and as long as you live under my roof, you won’t be going out and dancing with other men.”
She had let out a scoff, shaking her head slightly before peering up at him. “And what would happen if I moved out?” She asked calmly. She was of age -had been for a few years now- to move out of her home.
“Then you can do whatever you want,” he replied, the fury in his voice growing stronger. “But you’re not going to leave, are you? Because I am sure as hell not letting you go.”
Unwilling to accept her refusal to abide by his rules, his temperament reached new heights. He couldn’t let someone else have her, not even the other men out there. He wanted her for himself. The one line he had tried to stop himself from crossing was apparently drawn in the sand since it was rapidly disappearing.
He stepped toward her, towering over her as his possessiveness reaching an extreme intensity, “You’re mine. You hear me? Mine."
She inhaled sharply in surprise, swallowing as she craned her neck on the couch to be able to see him clearly. Before she knew it, he bent down to get on his knees onto the floor and dragged her legs towards him across the cushioned furniture which her dress were rumpled and bunched up around her waist in a process, and she yelped when he pushed her legs against her chest, forcing her thighs apart.
His rage was becoming uncontrollable, his anger growing with each passing moment. His fingers were curled into the back of her thighs firmly, as he was about to reach his breaking point. He wouldn’t let anyone take what was his, not even her.
#cillian murphy x reader#william killick x y/n#william killick x you#william killick x reader#the edge of love#william killick
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I'm pretty sure you're mine
◇ Pairing: Sub!William Killick X dom fem!Reader
◇ Warnings: smut, disappointment, friends to lovers, choking, slapping, edging, raw sex/creampie, sadness and lust, shitty writing (sorry I'm pretty sick and struggled a bit)
◇ Summary: William meets his childhood friend again, after a promise he did before the war.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Inspired by one of the latest and wonderful works of @pinguwrites
"William—" her voice came out as a whisper as her eyes remained on her loving childhood friend, who was busy apparently flirting with a brunette woman.
He turned around, licking his lips in confusion but kind of joy— a joy that vanished as soon as he saw the hurt face of who used to be his Y/n.
She left him no time to say hello, ask questions, or give an explanation— even though it was ages since they saw each other and she was really eager to meet him again after all they had been through.
It didn't happened though, not like she planned.
Y/n always imagined their reunion to be more romantic, full with joy and cries and passion— not sadness and disappointment.
She rushed out of the pub where they were, pushing the door open before running away the fastest she could, leaving the young man confused and sad at the entrance.
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A couple of days later, someone knocked at the door of the house she was staying in and thinking that it was probably the owner or someone important, she opening it just to be face to face with William.
Neither of them spoke for a couple of seconds, they just kept looking at each other, taking in all the changes that were visible on their bodies— before she made an attempt to close the door.
William's feet quickly stopped her action, opening the door again and walking in as soon as she rushed away, heading with an angry gait to the living room— so that she could continue to prepare her suitcases.
"Y/n" William's voice broke the silence taking her slightly by surprise, it had become deeper and his accent was still present, if she wasn't that mad she would have probably begged him to speak to her all day long.
Distracted by his voice, she didn't realize that the man had moved and was now standing behind her with a very worried look.
Her body became still as soon as William rested his hand carefully on her shoulder, she turned slowly her head to meet his piercing baby blue eyes— waiting for him to talk, to say anything.
"Why are you here?" William asked, leaking of words. His words kept echoing in Y/n's head as she stared how blankly at his handsome face
"Why am I here?" Repeats, anger slowly building up, her movements become more nervous and fast as she kept packing her things.
"Yes—" he started, taken aback by her sudden motion, her finger pointing at his chest "I'm here because I wanted to see you again, I waited for you to come back to me after war but nothing!" she revealed breathing heavily.
Y/n didn't let William open his mouth again.
Her hand pushed against his chest, making him stumble against the nearest surface
"I came here ready to see you again, to be with you and start something like we promised each other and there you are, flirting with another woman" she murmured, staring at him with a lot of emotions in her eyes.
William's heart skipped a beat as his stomach sinked. She was mad. But, she had every right to be.
She returned to a man who had changed and seemingly moved on from the past. She had a right to be mad.
William swallowed down, his gut instinct to defend himself disappearing as he stared at her, his mouth almost unable to form words.
"You have nothing to say?" She asked incredulously, her eyes narrowing even more
"I..I..." he stammered out, his tongue tied. It feels like he couldn't find the proper words, as if every time he opened his mouth to speak they only stumble out as gibberish.
His heart raced as frustration mounts against himself for what had become of the situation. She was rightfully angry at him, but now he found himself unable to even answer the question posed to him.
"The cat got your tongue, William?" She asked, framing his body with hers, almost giving an energy of superiority and dominance.
He stared with wide eyes, shocked but at the same time intrigued by the sudden position.
He couldn't feel the heat of her body pressed against his, the sensation sending waves of heat through his body. Her smell was different then he remembered, not sweet and innocent like it used to be but— nicer.. more mature.
It was almost as if she was designed to distract him.
Y/n's eyes scanned his body as she bit softly her bottom lip in thought.
His breath caught in his chest, feeling the butterflies rush to his stomach, his body nearly shivering as she moves closer.
His hands suddenly rise, his body shifted so he was better framed by hers.
William stared at her, knowing that they both felt the heat rising.
They both let out a soft sigh before their lips connected in a passionate and fiercely kiss.
He suddenly wrapped his hands around her waist, his fingers interlocking together, pulling her in as he kisses her.
Her arms hugging his neck forcefully, holding him closer to her.
The passion and heat that erupted between them was utterly exhilarating, but at the same time there was a certain intimacy about the kiss— as well as repressed feelings and hidden emotions.
His tongue swirled around hers, and he felt her body pressed up against his during the kiss, the heat and tension nearly unbearable.
Y/n pushed him against the wall, pulling softly at his locks as she broke the kiss
"Tell me you're still mine" she whispered against his lips, her nose brushing his as she waited for a reply, her eyes closed.
A deep moan erupted from William's throat, his body nearly trembling beneath her— his lips parted and the words barely managed to utter themselves from his mouth
"I'm still yours.." he whispered, and kisses her again.
She returned the kiss, leading him to the bedroom of the house while she started to undress him— he was still in a state of shock that this was happening, but the heat that he felt rise through him as she lead him to the bedroom was undeniable.
Her hands moved to undo his buttons, her breath on his neck, hot and desperate, and the heat of her body rising up through his own.
It was almost as if she was designed to steal away his breath, and his body responded in turn without hesitation.
And in a quick motion he was now laying on the bed, Y/n towering over him while she kicked off her boots.
William kept watching her with anticipation as he laid there, his own hands move to undo his pants, pulling them off one as he watches her remove her blouse.
It felt as if time had melted away for William.
Time no longer held any sway over him, it was just the two of them together; her hands on his body, her lips on his, her breath against his skin.
He suddenly leaned forward and kissed her again deeply, pulling her body to rest upon his.
His hand wandered lower, taking a handful of her ass, earning a harsh slap from her
"I don't think you understand who's in control right now, baby boy" Y/n murmured, her nails digging in the flesh of his chin as she held it still, making William whine softly.
The sudden slap earned a jolt of shock from him and the burning remained a reminder.
This had always been the underlying dynamic between the two of them and the sudden harshness from her now was utterly unexpected— it felt like this wasn't the same girl he used to fool around with, her confidence drowing him almost as if she had been the one who had gone to war.
Her nails scraped at his chin harder, and the sudden rush of heat sent shivers all through his body.
William just nodded breathless, his eyes watching her carefully as his body didn't dare to move
"Will you be a good boy, William? My good boy?" She asked almost ordering him to, placing kisses along his jawline.
His heart kept hammering heavily in his chest as his breathing grew heavy at her commands.
She had taken an unexpected role in this reunion, and it was taking him some time to get used to this new dynamic not that he minded.
He slowly nodded, his mouth barely able to utter a single word
"Yes... I'll be a good boy" he finally muttered, rolling his eyes back when she started to nibble on his sweet spot, his breath becoming heavier and heavier as his hands kept tickling.
He needed to grab her, to hold into her but he was too afraid to do so— William didn't want her to stop for no reason.
Y/n's body was still clothed while William was bare under her, needy of her touch and love.
"Tell me you're mine, honey" she whispered, making her hand travel lower in a painful slow pace.
"I'm yours" he muttered quickly out, his heart racing violently as his breath grew more ragged
"I'm yours" he repeated it again breathless, as if to convince himself more than her that this was true.
Her hand grabbed his rock-hard cock which was hidden under the skirt of her dress, she pumped it a couple of time, watching his face writhe in a grimace of pleasure.
"What do you want, baby?" Y/n whispered a couple of minutes later, denying him the release.
The question threw him off completely as he was still under the effects of her sudden dominance.
It took him a few moments to even grasp the question she was asking him, but when he did, the words that fell from his mouth were quick and decisive
"I want..." his voice was nearly a whisper
"I want you to teach me a lesson" his eyes were filled with anticipation as he stared at hers.
"My baby wants a lesson? A lesson of what, huh? Does my baby need to be remined of who he belongs to?" She mocked him, tightening the grip she had on his thrombing cock.
William groaned in response, the pain of her grip nearly unbearable, as was the mocking tone she used.
His eyes narrowed in pain and pleasure as she challenged him, as if daring him to resist
"Yes" he whispered softly "Yes, darling...I need to learn my place".
Another harsh slap could be heard in the room, he blinked a couple of times, looking at her now like a lost puppy
"I'm not your darling, baby. What am I?" She asked, her free hand grabbing his face "You're My Mistress" he whispered out, the words coming out like a sudden admission.
His head bowed down slightly, his gaze falling down as he waited a response or another slap.
"Mistress" Y/n repeated softly, nodding in approval "Call me that, baby" she kissed his bruised lips as a reward
"Is my baby ready to be reminded?" She whispered against his lips.
His lips parted in an involuntary whimper as she moved her hand again
"Yes Mistress... I'm ready" he whispered in a low voice, waiting her next move.
Her lips touched his face again in a kiss, her nails scratching along his lips, reminding him of the power she held in this moment.
"That's a good boy" she praised, listening to William's soft whimper.
Y/n moved down his body, leaving kisses down his pale freckled skin till she reached his leaking cock— her thumb rubbed his angry red tip, collecting his pre-cum as he squirmed softly, his hands grabbing into the bed.
Her bottom lip was caged between her teeth, her eyes fixed on him while she continued with her actions, slapping hard the pale skin of his tigh as soon as he tried to do something
"Ah Ah, baby. Behave or I stop, got it?" Y/n murmured, spitting on his cock to be able to stroke him better, earning other whines and whimpers from the grown man.
The young woman managed to deny him his release for six times before receiving an actual reaction from him.
Tears running down his sharp but handsome face, his cheeks flushed and his lips bruised for all his biting and the kisses they shared before.
And each slap on his thigh was a sharp sting of pain and a rush of heat that made him tremble slightly against her as a sharp moan escaped his mouth each time
"M-More, please! More, mistress! I-I need m-more" his voice grew hoarse as the lesson went on, his voice dripping with desire and need as he begged her.
A small smirk remined on Y/n's face as she decided to finally stop torturing him and get her pussy a bit of satisfaction as well.
She moved her dress slightly up, not showing William anything but her thighs for a couple of seconds before sink into him— her cunt wrapping tightly around his cock.
William's back arched at the sudden sensation, his eyes rolled back as his hand finally grabbed her hips, letting Y/n still be in control as she bounced on his lenght
"Is my baby close?" She moaned out, grabbing his throat while increasing her pace, ready to receive all the load that William shoot inside of her soon after.
"Yess" she hissed, watching William silent moans, his open mouth and the shaking of his body who was struggling to deal with an orgasm like that
"Fill me, baby boy!" She commanded eagerly before lying next to him breathless as well.
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Cillian Murphy as William Killick in The Edge of Love (2008)
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"Say it again"
Requested : William Killick(Edge of Love) with a breeding kink!
Warnings: Breeding, swearing, spankings, p in v unprotected!
Not proofread !
A small breeze blew into the kitchen from the cracked open window while you finished up cleaning dinner while William sat at the table silently flipping through the newspaper. It had been three weeks since William returned home and all the anxiety, doubt and nightmares have melted away. Being able to wake up in his arms made you feel safe again.
"Darling, do you want any dessert?" You peeped up while setting the final plate into the drying rack before wiping your hands on your apron and walking over to him with a soft smile on your face. William peeked over his paper to see you. He folded the paper carefully before putting it on the table and placing his hands on his lap. Willam had been more quiet than usual but he still acted the same around you. You tilted your head to the side before he gave you a soft smile.
"Are you for dessert?" His lips curved into that devilish smirk that you've missed. Your thighs instantly clenched together while he licked his lips.
"Well I did make that strawberry cake you like so much, but..." The apron was gone in seconds as you sat on the edge of the table, slowly lifted the bottom of your dress and gave him a peek of your red cotton panties. "You can taste me instead." The sparkle in his eye grew as his finger tips traced up your thighs slowly until something took over in him. Willam laid you back on the kitchen table , pulled your dress up until it was bunched on top of your stomach and yanked your panties down in a swift motion.
"Please!" You whined softly which made William chuckle since he hadn't even done anything to you but it had been awhile since the two of you had sex! With him being shipped off for a year and a half you were left alone to pleasure yourself. You had spent countless nights aching for him , his fingers, his lips, his touch! You had suitors line up for you but you only wanted William! You needed him. His fingers touched you in the way you craved in his absents.
"Sweetheart, I've barely touched you" William chuckled as he watched you squirm a little. He leaned into you before pressing his lips against yours. You missed his kisses. His lips moved in sync with yours while your hands ran down his back slowly and his hands stayed pinned against the side of your head. His lips moved down the side of your neck making sure to leave warm wet kisses into your soft flesh making your eyes roll back with pleasure.
"Breed me..." you whimpered quietly but caught William off guard. He stopped mid kiss before looking at you with eyes full of desire.
"What did you just say?" He stood up straight and for a split second you thought that he was upset but once you really looked you realized it wasn't anger in his eyes. "SAY IT AGAIN!" He cupped your face by your jaw making you look into his eyes.
"Breed me! Please ! I need you to fill me up with your cum! Please! I missed feeling full". You bit down on your bottom lip as his face changed to pleasure. His hand tightened on your jaw before pushing you back down, lifting your hips and ripping your panties off.
"Look at you! So fucking wet. Do you know how much I've missed you? How much I craved to be inside you while I was in the field ? To distracted by thoughts of you , could've easily died but I didn't!" William held you open by your thighs as he bent down until he was eye level with your pussy and took no time to waste so he could lap at your folds with his long tongue. Your fingers ran through his hair as he swirled his tongue inside of you while his finger tips squeezed your thighs.
"Oh my god! William!" You cried out while holding his head. "Fuck! I've missed this."
"You're such a good little housewife for me! You waited for me and now you're getting what you've wanted! You know , I've heard the other husbands on the street talk about how their wives won't do even half of what you do! You're such a dirty girl!" William spit against your pussy before using his thumb to find your clit and rub it in circles until you were whimpering below him. Your nails scratched the back of his head gently while he added more pressure to your clit making you squirm which meant you were on edge.
"Oh look at you honey, you're going to cum!" William looked into your eyes as he rubbed your clit while you arched your hips off the table.
"I'm so close! I've missed your touch so much!" Your toes started to curl, your hands held onto your dress and your mouth hung open before your orgasm gushed against his fingers while his name came out in a cry!
"That's my good little housewife. So obedient to me, such a good girl soaking my fingers. Just wait honey, I'm about to put a baby in you yeah! I'm going to get you pregnant and everyone's going to know what a dirty girl you are." His words struck you hard making your already sensitive clit twitch even more.
"Please William ! Please yes!" William chuckled darkly while undoing his pants until they were around his ankles along with his briefs. His cock was already fully hard with an intense red head leaking precum. Your eyes went wide. This wasn't the first time you two had sex since he returned but it felt that way. William pulled you down to the edge of the kitchen table by your thighs and lined the head of his cock into your wet folds.
"Your pussy was made for my cock." Willam sighed happily as he buried his cock slowly into you inch by inch until you felt him deep inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he bent over top of you to get a better angle inside. You watched his cock disappear into you making you shiver while he groaned when he bottomed out.
William grabbed your legs and held them up high with a slight bend at the knees before he started thrusting into you. It was gentle at first so you could adjust but once you were ready William didn't hold back. He had your legs over his shoulders as he pounded hard into you making the table shake underneath you. "Good girl! Taking my cock so good! You want me to put a baby in you so bad. Tell me honey, you want that don't you? Having everyone know you're pregnant with MY baby hmm?"
"Yes yes yes! Wanna have your baby! Need to be filled with your cum so I can have your baby! Please!" You were a blubbering mess below him from how overstimulated you were feeling from him pounding into you, his thumb circling your clit again and his lips on your collar bone , you were in heaven.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum soon!" His thrusts were sloppy as his Grunts became louder until his thighs started shaking. You felt his cum shot inside of your warm walls and it was a decent amount filling you, you could even feel some of it leaking out and down your taint as he looked deep into your eyes. Your second orgasm hit you hard making you scratch his back as he finished inside of you.
The two of you laid on top of the kitchen table panting hard. William pressed his forehead against yours while licking his lips before kissing you hard. You smiled against his lips as he kept his cock deep inside of you.
"If this time doesn't work, I'm going to keep trying because you need to have my baby honey. We'll be the perfect family." William kissed you again before smiling down at you and then covering your face in kisses because has hard as he can be he's soft for you and only you .
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𝐓𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏.
William Killick (The Edge of Love) x Reader
link to Part Two
note: This story is set in May 1936, William is about 27 and it takes place years before the actual movie.
summary: William Killick takes a break from his London life and spends a few weeks at the country estate of the wealthy Hallward family. The family take an instant liking to William and try to get him to marry their beautiful daughter Norma. Also on the estate is the reader, who works as a maid. When William receives anonymous poems, he ends up falling in love with the mysterious writer instead of Norma.
word count: 2000+
warnings: … none!
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"Excuse me sir, we've reached the end of the line." Yawning, William opened his eyes as he heard a voice behind him and stretched sleepily, curious to see who was speaking to him. A woman in a uniform with a dark skirt and matching hat stood beside him. "Are we there yet... What time is it?" he asked her. "It's just after half past seven, sir," the train attendant replied with a friendly smile. As William straightened up in his seat and then saw that the landscape before him had changed from the brown roofs of London to green hills and beautiful mountain scenery with small lakes. "My God... I must have slept for hours." The train attendant smiled at him kindly and wished him a good journey.
William felt the train slow down and grabbed his suitcase from the luggage rack. Once outside, he set it down on the floor and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and the wind blew through his hair. Although he had never been to this place before, he had the strange feeling that he belonged here. He closed his eyes for a moment. The orange light of the setting sun shone through his eyelids. The green hills of the Scottish Highlands stretched out before him, surrounded by a light mist. Green meadows, colourful flowers and streams dominated the landscape. The sky was cloudless and the air smelled of fresh moss. William could hardly look away. It was so different from London. The grass rustled softly under his shoes as he made his way to his accommodation for the next few weeks.
Curious, he looked up at the big building. It was built entirely of stone, with small windows adorned with red, ivy-covered shutters that glowed in the evening sun. William dragged his suitcase up the stairs that led to a wide wooden door. The muffled sound filled the silence as William knocked on the door. It opened with a squeak to reveal an older, very elegantly dressed lady with shoulder-length curly hair.
"Good evening, you must be our new guest, Mr Killick, aren't you?" Her voice sounded friendly and welcoming. "That’s right. And you must be Margaret Hallward, the owner of the estate," William replied. The lady nodded. "I am. Come in, you must have travelled a long way, sir." William followed her into the warm house. Mrs Hallward disappeared for a moment behind a wooden counter and handed William a key. "Room seven is yours. The dining room is in the basement and the common room is on the second floor. Breakfast is tomorrow from seven to half past eight. YN, would you be so kind as to accompany our guest to his room? And take some of his luggage."
"Of course, Mrs Hallward," a quiet voice sounded behind them, and William turned around curiously. In front of them stood a young woman in a dark red apron and white blouse. William smiled kindly at her. "No, wait, I can carry that," he interrupted her when she tried to take the suitcase off. Shrugging her shoulders, she finally gave up and told William to follow her. They walked along a corridor decorated with old paintings and photos of the country estate and stopped in front of a room door with the number 7.
"Thank you so much, Ma'am," he said, putting the room key in the lock. The young woman smiled and wished him a good night before disappearing without another word.
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William had slept very well that night. It was probably because he was quite tired from the long journey. When he finally entered the dining room for breakfast, it was already quite full. He took an empty seat at a table where an elderly man was still sitting, reading a newspaper.
"Tea, sir?" It was the young woman again who had shown him his room yesterday. "Yes, thank you“, he said. "What was your name again?"
"YN," she said quietly, and poured some tea into a small cup.
"Beautiful name."
William could clearly see her cheeks turning slightly pink at the words. "Thank you, sir." But they were interrupted by Mrs Hallward, who approached the table with a big smile. "Good morning, Mr Killick! Did you sleep well?"
"Very well, Mrs Hallward," he replied. "I don't think I've slept as well as I did this morning for months. So I'm really going to enjoy my holiday."
"I'm glad to hear that." She laughed. "Oh, I'd like to introduce you to someone, wait a moment." She turned to one of the tables and called out in a loud voice. "Norma! Will you come here, please?"
"Yes, Mother." A woman joined them at the table, she was about a year or two younger than William. She had white-blonde hair, red lips and was wearing an elegant purple dress with ornate embroidery. She was very pretty, William realised.
"Mr Killick, this is my daughter Norma. She lives in Glasgow at the moment, but is here for a few weeks. She grew up at the country estate. If you like, she can show you around the neighbourhood and the town."
"It would be an honour. How about we meet outside the estate at three this afternoon?," Norma chuckled softly as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers. William was very happy about the Hallward's hospitality and gratefully accepted the offer.
"But now we won't bother you any longer, Mr Killick. Enjoy your breakfast," Mrs Hallward said with a smile as she took Norma's arm and led her away from the table. As they walked, he heard them whispering to each other, catching bits of sentences like 'isn't he lovely' or 'he looks like a prince from a fairytale'.
Slowly, William turned in the direction where YN had last been, but she was gone.
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William spent the morning in the garden of the country estate, sitting on one of the benches beneath a cherry tree. The weather was warm, and the birds chirped softly in the treetops. Eventually, he closed his book and stood up to return to the house. As he passed one of the large flower beds, he paused. He saw a person sitting there, gardening.
"Nice to see you again, Ms YN," he said kindly. She didn't seem to notice his arrival and jumped when she heard his voice behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," William apologised immediately. "It’s alright, sir," she said, turning her attention back to the bed.
"Call me William, please."
She immediately looked at him in surprise. She had never expected that. A gust of wind came up and brushed through William's dark hair, and his bright blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
"Shall I help you?" he asked her, pointing to the bucket of weeds. She immediately declined his offer. "No, William, you're here on holiday. Not to work." William shrugged. "Anything where I don't have to be in London is a holiday for me. I really love this city, it's my home. But sometimes I really need to go somewhere else." YN nodded briefly. "I've never been to London or any other big city. I imagine it's stressful."
He laughs and shrugs. "I can't deny that it's stressful sometimes." Slowly he knelt down beside her and began to pluck the weeds from the ground in front of him. "You don't have to do that," she said quickly. "It's alright," William replied quietly, continuing to work.
YN laughed. "This has never happened to me before. A guest helping me with my work. If Mrs Hallward finds out, she'll scold me." William smiled a little. "Tell her I did it voluntarily. "You already have enough work." When they were finished, the young woman smiled briefly, then took off her gloves, stood up and reached for the bucket. "I have to go now."
"Wait, don’t you want to stay here a bit longer?" William asked hastily.
"Sorry, I've still got a lot to do. But thank you for helping me, that was very kind of you." She waved goodbye to William and finally turned round. William looked at her for a moment, a bit disappointed. Then he glanced at his pocket watch and flinched. It was ten minutes past three, Norma was probably already waiting for him.
He quickly grabbed his book that was laying in the grass and hurried to the front gate. Norma was waiting there, her arms crossed over her chest, looking at him with raised eyebrows as he finally greeted her completely out of breath. "Sorry I'm late."
She finally smiled and said in a friendly voice, "It's okay." Her hair was pinned up in an elegant braid, her lipstick was the same colour as the new pastel pink dress she was wearing, and she carried a matching handbag.
"I was in the garden talking to YN. I must have lost track of time."
One of her blonde eyebrows immediately raised again and she looked at him as if he had just said something completely stupid. "You're talking to household staffs? They're working for us, it’s far below our class."
He looked at her, confused. "But why shouldn't I talk to her? She's really nice."
Norma stayed silent, grabbed his arm and pulled him along without a word. She led him through the Scottish Highlands, down a small forest path, until the roofs of houses appeared in the distance. This had to be Tobermory. The air smelled of salty sea and a fresh breeze as they walked along Tobermory's coastal road, lined with colourful houses. High mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks shrouded in a gentle mist. "Wow, it's beautiful!" marveled William.
"I know, right?" Norma replied giggling, taking his hand and pulling him towards a small café.
"My aunt works there," she said. "She makes the best cakes." They entered the café and sat down on a corner bench by a small window. "Norma, how lovely to see you again." A lady with bright red hair came up to them and pulled her niece into her arms, laughing. When she noticed William, she looked him over from head to toe, smiled and turned back to her niece. "And who is that handsome young man next to you? Did you meet him in Glasgow?" Norma shook her head, laughing. "No. He's a guest of Mother's. She asked me to show him around."
"Oh, how lovely. You know, Norma, it's time you got married. Can I bring you both some of my Dundee cake?" William frowned slightly when she mentioned marriage. Did the Hallwards already see him as their future son in law?
They spent the rest of the afternoon in the little café, William telling Norma about his home in London, his job, his family, and she seemed to be very interested. But William hadn't forgotten her nasty comment about YN. He was torn by Norma.
After they said goodbye that evening, William went to his room tired. In the corridor he saw Mrs Hallward talking excitedly to YN. "You forgot to fluff up the pillows in Room 9! How many times do I have to tell you?" she snapped at her in a harsh tone.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Hallward, I..." But she didn't let YN finish, because when she noticed William, she put on a big smile again: "Oh, Mr Killick, how nice to see you. Did you have a nice day with Norma?"
"Yes, I did, thank you for asking," he replied. He looked at YN, but she avoided his gaze, holding a white sheet in her arms.
"You know, Norma is still unmarried and we're still looking for a suitable husband for her. Or do you already have a wife?" Mrs Hallward wanted to know. William shook his head slowly.
"She is such a beautiful young woman. But no man has ever met her standards. You're the first one she has shown interest in", the lady explained to him. "Come, YN, you need to get back to work now, the dishes need to be washed."
"Good night, William," YN said to him as he walked past, nodding to him.
"Good night," he replied.
As soon as he entered his room, he took off his jacket and shirt and yawned softly. He intended to read, but he was so tired that he just wanted to lie down in bed. Suddenly he heard something crunching under his feet and looked down in surprise. There was a small piece of white paper under his shoe. Someone must have slipped it through the gap under his door. He bent down and picked it up carefully. It was no bigger than William's hand, made of good quality and written in black ink.
Holding his breath, William began to read:
𝓣𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮
ℐ𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒶 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.
𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒.
ℋ𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒.
Confused, he turned the letter over in his hands. Was it from Norma? But she had been with him all afternoon, hadn't she? Who else was writing him poems?
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When he smiles, I smile as well...
(Edit is mine)
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indicates smut**
indicates triggers!!
Peaky Blinders
18 Years
Take Your Medicine Sweetheart ‼️**
The One That Got Away ‼️**
Corruption **
Back to December
Dessert Before Dinner ‼️ **
An Unfair Loss ‼️
Imprisonment ‼️**
Reader cheats request ‼️*
Lucid Dreams
Piss kink request ‼️ **
Who’s The Other Girl? ‼️*
A Hole in The House ‼️**
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Tommy after an argument request
A Crime for The Times ‼️ **
Tommy steals reader from John request ‼️*
dark!tommy request ‼️**
tommy x girly!reader headcanons
Series
A Bump In The Night ‼️* ( 1 2 3
Cillian Murphy
To Have and To Hold ‼️*
Time Was Never on Our Side ‼️
An Act of Violation ‼️**
The Griever and The Grieving
A Lesson Learnt ‼️*
Watching The Detectives
A Secret ‼️*
The Exchange ‼️*
Read Your Diary ‼️*
Oppenheimer
C for Credit ‼️*
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The Edge of Love
William seeing you nude
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A Quiet Place
“You Know I Got It, Come and Get It” ‼️*
Red Eye
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The Delinquent Season
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Breakfast on Pluto
I’ll Be Your Girl **
Criminal Minds
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• Do You Remember That Night?
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Drabble: dark!william teases and degrades whore!reader in semi-public
pairing | william killick x reader
Warnings: kind of DUB-CON, william’s lowkey abusive, slapping, fingering, use of whore, public sex, reader used to be a prostitute, use of sir, reader’s implied to be a foreigner
“You know how many men have begged me for a night with you?”
William slammed you against the brick wall, careful that you didn’t injure your head. He slapped you across the face to gain your attention, but it was rough and made you cry out with pain. He grabbed your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him.
“They come to me during work, when they know you’re at home,” he started, roughly pulling your skirt up to reveal the panties you had on underneath.
“Please!” you begged, shivering from the cold air. “Not here — someone could see — ”
“ — they start off slow, telling me what a lucky man I am.” William ripped your panties apart, exposing your cunt. With how loud he was being, you were sure someone would come around the corner and see you two. “Then they start complimenting you. How obedient, how pretty, how exotic you are. Like you’re some damn trophy.”
You pathetically squirmed and cried out, “I didn’t know!”
“Surely you must have,” he said, feigning a confused tone, while his fingers spread the wetness to your clit. “With the way they were eye-fucking you. I know you’re not stupid.”
Your lower lip wobbled. “I-I — ”
“ — or maybe you are,” William mused, pressing his thumb against your clit. You jolted in pleasure, filled with embarrassment and shame. “Those men, the one you were flirting with at the party. They joke to me about passing you around. You know why?”
You didn’t say anything, too focused on the way he was rubbing you. With bent knees, you tried to keep yourself upright, but truly, the only thing that was keeping your balance was William’s hold on you.
“They want to fuck you,” William continued. “Some of them don’t even care — they ask me straight out, ‘Your wife was a whore, wasn’t she? Do I have to pay extra now that she’s married?’”
William slapped your clit, making you yelp, before he plunged two fingers inside. “I tell them no. But the way you were acting tonight . . . maybe I should have let them.”
“No!” you whimpered, pressure building up inside. You grasped his uniform, desperately clinging to him as you moaned and writhed.
“No?” William repeated. “Then why’d you let one of them kiss you?”
You hadn't seen it coming, honestly. It took you by surprise, but you were too far into a haze to properly express that.
"I-I didn't know what he was going . . . to . . . ah, don't stop."
William stopped, and pulled his fingers out. You whined and pressed your body up against him. "Please," you mewled, "I was almost there."
"Stop complaining!" he snapped. "Do you know what it's like for me to have to deal with this?"
You finally burst into tears, losing what remaining composure you had. "I'm sorry!"
William's eyes softened. "I know, I know you are. But you have to be punished. Do you understand?"
You nodded your head, sniffling. "Yes, sir."
When you first met William he was so sweet and gentle. You had just finished the night with a rude customer, and was roaming the empty streets in search for another. It was cold and dark, and you were hungry, but you were willing to sacrifice your well-being for more money, in that hope that one day you could have enough to quit this job all-together. When you saw William, you assumed he would be another arse of a soldier, but then he offered to take you in for a warm bath, and from there your romance blossomed.
He didn't care about your status. He wanted to marry you. His love was harsh and passionate and unforgiving, but you could handle it. You could take it, and he knew that. That was why he wanted you. That was why he chose you.
It was only that sometimes he could get a little carried away with his words. But he always meant well, didn't he?
"Turn around, and put your hands against the wall."
Trembling, you did as he asked, sticking your arse out. You closed your eyes, praying that no one would walk by. You could hear the sound of William unbuckling his belt, and you braced for the coming impact.
"I'm doing this because I love you," he reminded, before giving the first, painful blow.
You squealed in pain, knowing that you were going to be here a long while before the lesson was over.
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Cillian Murphy as William Killick in The Edge Of Love (2008) dir. John Maybury
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❝𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧❞
Pairing:
William Killick x Dylan’s Sister!Reader
Summary:
William had to cross the countryside of Wales to England to save Y/N Thomas from Dylan’s drunken rage, not knowing he would place her in another dangerous territory until it was too late.
Warning(s): SMUT. P in V. Slight age gap (5 years between Reader and William). Possessive!William, and he is dark as well. Mentions of trauma bond, implied abuse (from Dylan). Deaths of Dylan and Vera. Minors, dni! Note: don’t mind my mistakes on trauma bond and separation anxiety :(. Trauma bonding was discovered in 1980s, and I’m only using the part of emotional addiction, dependency and trust in trauma bonding due to how William ensures being her safety net. Therefore, pretend the knowledge of trauma bonding and secondhand trauma exists in 1940s, and I would be implying modern therapy in this fic in order for this to work due to how horrible therapy was in 1940s especially with women. As much as I adore sweet William, I absolutely love dark version of him as well.
Word Count: 2.5k
1947
The fire was blazing in its warmth, as if there was nothing smothering it, casting a soft orange glow around the room, leaving the corners dark and untouched at the cottage.
He was sitting down on gaudy furniture, holding a tumbler of amber liquid, observing the movement of light.
He was aware of her standing by the doorway, he knew she was feeling out of place at the moment as he felt the weight of her gaze as it landed on him.
He couldn't stand the scrutiny he could feel radiating off her.
In response to the tension, his fingers tightened around the glass, only to release his grip slightly when he heard a subtle echo in her footsteps.
"We need to talk, William." She whispered.
The words carried to his ears, sounding afraid the words that held so much weight would pierce the world that surrounded them.
It could.
That night when he had returned to the very town in England that caused him nothing but bitterness of the memories that were lost a long ago, swearing to the bottom of his heart that he was going to protect Y/N from her brother to ensure she would live.
Vera had told him that Y/N sent a letter to her, pleading for her help to save her from the alcoholic rage her brother would have ever since losing Vera.
He had only met her briefly during Dylan Thomas’ birthday celebration at the pub where they frequented before he left for the war. She was pretty, but timid that he barely paid any attention to her presence.
He left his warm kitchen that night, leaving the imprint of the memory at the kitchen table and the chair, not knowing it would change everything he thought he had known.
The world was fleeting. Regimes rise and fall, he tended not to be fazed by it especially after the war. Tyrants still exist to this day, ruling with an iron fist along with kings and queens representing a lie as figureheads to politics and scheming. Another way to say the world had gone to shit, but God, she was beautiful.
He had saved her just in time, reaching for her floating head in the clawed bathtub. Her hair was floating covering his hands as he pulled her out of the tub, her face revealed black and violet prints.
Ethereal beauty, as if she was a siren beckoning him despite the flaws of the abuse her brother had put her through.
He then took her away after giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, turning her body over as her body rejected the liquid. Away from the life she had lived, away from the ones that caused her nightmares.
Leaving everything behind with little regards.
He also left Dylan on the floor, drunken with drool leaking out from the side of his mouth before leaving the house on fire along with a hole in his head where it should’ve been the first time, he had attempted to shoot him. Fortunately, Caitlin and her children were out of town when it happened.
It was a secret he was going to carry to his grave if there was ever one for him.
His little need to protect his love from the horrors of the world had consumed him especially after what she had gone through. It was a parasite borne out of the need after witnessing her experiencing the near brush with death that night several moons ago.
What he had failed to calculate in his need to protect her, is how he was not able to protect her from the one person who served the biggest threat to her life.
Him.
The one person he had thought would've been her brother.
Oh, but he was mistaken.
He was wrong.
It was him all along.
Now there was an obsession that was highly volatile. A need to own her every move, every sweet gaze that he only wanted to her sweet eyes straight at him. He wanted to own it, every beautiful piece of her and leave nothing else for the rest of the world to have.
Of course, he had tried to control himself as best as he could; However, he could not outrun his impatience despite telling himself that he could.
There are some things he could carry patience for and there are things he could not.
He protected her from the world, but he couldn't protect her from him.
He was done trying to control the monster crawling out of his soul to consume her.
She could have his heart if she had the stomach to take it, even when he had already given it to her that night.
She trusted him, he knew that. However, her trust she blindly bestowed on him would severely damage if she had found out the truth he held from her.
The reasoning why Vera was gone in the middle of the night as well.
Y/N, for all of the generous parts of her, needed to help him to take care of his child Rowatt.
It had been six months since he had committed an act of murder against Vera who was buried far away that no one would think to find her body and kept it like a secret in the form of an oath.
It wasn't until one night the dynamic between them had changed when she came to him in the middle of the night, and confessed she was having a nightmare.
It wasn't until she quietly begged him to stay in the same bed as her. Begging him implicitly to taunt his monster that resided in his soul.
Being susceptible to sweet charm of hers, he gave in.
After it was all said and done, he knew it by then. Even prior to her going in town to meet up with a psychiatrist, he held it from her.
He had kept his distance, at least a foot between them, so stiff the tension taunted him of how close she was and yet so far at the same time.
Somehow, she grabbed his hand, tugging his arm with all of her strength which ended up with him rolling over and laid his arm across her waist from behind, keeping a respectful touch to it.
All she had said was the word please.
Needless to say, his control over the beast that resided in him snapped.
He pulled back enough to guide the tip of his cock to her entrance before sliding right in. He nearly growled as her wet, molten walls stretched open to envelope his cock, struggling against his girth, but accepting the intrusion eventually.
Her hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside her.
He enclosed her wrist with his fingers, guiding her hand towards her chest before wrapping his arms around her and held her tightly.
"Love," he purred his pet name for her into her ear as his hips met hers. "This is mine," he murmured as his breath kissed her ear.
He could hear her gasping and felt her shuddering in his arms, his eyes falling shut as he withdrew slightly before thrusting again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could from this position.
He'd imagined this in his mind and in his dreams whenever he slept, for so long and now that he had her...he couldn't ever let her go. Finally caught in his golden cage, a wild bird that would still sing.
Every inch of her was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last, and all his.
A wild bird that sung beautifully.
"You're doing so well for me, love." He patronized her, growling slightly when he pressed deep into her pussy. His fingers tightened on her hips, dragging her into him as much as he could so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of her.
He nearly shuddered when Y/N whined, a long-broken noise, and he leaned towards her neck in response, pressing his lips to her damp skin while trying his best to make her sing again. “You don’t want to wake up Rowatt.” He panted, thrusting faster, and slamming his hips against hers more forcefully.
His keen sense of hearing picked up on her whimper that managed to escape from her lungs, and he groaned through his teeth.
He leaned back slightly before reaching down with his hand to spread her buttocks apart so he could see his cock stretching her out, pushing into her pliant body. The sight of it made his head fall back for a moment, inhaling sharply before he pulled her close again and started thrusting with a brutal force. He reached around and brought two fingers to her clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.
"William," she gasped, arching her back in response.
He hummed a little in approval. "Y/N, you're so beautiful looking like this," he praised, jerking his hips harshly. She cried out and shuddered, pushing herself on his cock, meeting his thrusts. Amused by her desperation, his thrusts slowed down.
She whined and kept going, her buttocks slapping against his hips loudly in a clear desperation. His fingers were still rubbing her bundle of nerves, he could feel her walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and her body beginning to shake.
He leaned towards her neck, pressing his lips against her skin once more before his lips pulled back, revealing his blunt teeth, he then sank his teeth into the curve of her neck hard as he could to mark her. To ruin her.
The blood dripped into his mouth. It was at the point where he realized his teeth successfully made its mark into her skin that his eyes rolled back into his head.
The absolute second he heard her cry out in alarm, twinged with pleasure as she reached the peak, he grabbed her and rolled both of them over until she was on her stomach, and he was brutally fucking her into the mattress as he still refused to detach from her neck.
He could still feel her pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper. He withdrew his teeth from her neck, grunting against the mess of her skin.
"Y/N, you feel so exquisite," he purred, pinning her down by the back of her shoulders as he sped up even more. He laughed lightly when he felt her walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting her swollen clit with each thrust. "You are a needy little thing, wanting more even when I'm tearing you apart," he taunted as he gave a brutal thrust.
She whined in response. "William," she gasped his name, sobbing hoarsely. "Please don't stop..." she moaned weakly as she begged.
"Oh, I won't stop," he assured her. "You'll never have to beg me for it. I will always give you; you have my word on that, Y/N." He murmured darkly, leaning towards her ear. "You take it so good, love. You were made for me."
He could hear her swallowing, "I want us to be real." She confessed softly, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. The furniture is relatively average, so there was a little room between him and her.
He refused to look at her ever since the truth of their connection had been revealed.
Secondhand Trauma Bonding. Her psychiatrist had called it. He was angry when Y/N came to him about it.
"This type of bond occurred due to emotions you’ve had for me after the night I found you in the bathtub and I didn’t stop you from depending on me. So, whatever we are...we are very much real." He stated in a flat tone, placing the tumbler down onto the coffee table in front of him. "Isn't that enough for us?"
There was a pause. He could hear her heart pounding as she contemplated the words to say to him. "William, I want this to be real, not some...influence from the trauma bond I imposed on you."
"What do you want me to do?" He snapped, asking her with an angry tone as he glared into the fireplace. "The bond is borne from the emotions you’ve experienced from your brother. You couldn’t help but to find a safety net which is me. So if you think it is wrong…" he muttered, trailing off. "I don't know what to do, Y/N. So, tell me, if you do know."
Lie.
He knew how to stop the bond induced by the emotional ordeal from trauma which she had depended on him for, but he simply just did not want to.
"I do." She exhaled softly, wringing her fingers. William had to tramp down the urge to reach across and take her hands into his.
He had a feeling he would not like her next words. "I talked to Caitlin earlier," she hesitated, giving him a brief glance. "She told me that there is a place for me at her home so we could lessen the dependency on the bond we have. That way I can work on myself then…" The rest of the sentence faded out as the noises coming out of her voice droned out as his gaze on the fire grew with an intense focus.
Damn it all to hell. Of course, even when Dylan was already long in ashes, Caitlin Thomas would be the one to start trouble.
He nearly growled, abruptly slamming down the reaction before it could escape from his chest.
He should let her go.
He was a gentleman, he told himself, scoffing internally knowing the truth.
He had to do the right thing and let her go. That way she could get better like she wanted to, that she deserved, then she could come back to him.
He understood where she was coming from. The bond they both shared influenced their separation anxiety that they were rarely apart from each other until one day it all came crashing down. However, his fear of the unknown is gripping him.
He knew of his emotional attachment to her.
He was not afraid of the fact that his feelings might’ve not be real because it was. It occurred right before she even began to depend on him for the bond that existed between them. He was afraid of her feelings for him.
What if it disappeared after the time and distance apart as she worked on herself?
The thought of it washed over him with a ferocious force of anger that it nearly knocked the breath out of him.
The orange glow wavered slightly in the air as if it could feel his anger brimming on the edge through his veins.
He could feel the tendrils of possessiveness wrapping around her, tightening their reins on her fire that was brimming but not roaring enough to break away from the shackles that was him.
She wasn't going anywhere.
Never.
"It's not going to happen, love."
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Thomas Shelby or William killick masterbating to a sexy letter you sent them during the war
Fuck....yes. Love it, thank youuu 🥺
A promise
◇ Pairing: William Killick X fem!Reader
◇ Warnings: smut, masturbation, age gap (they are both adults), nude photo/erotic letter
◇ Summary: William receives a letter from his best friend's daughter.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.
'Dear Mr Killick (William),
How are you? How's life going there? Here everything is fine. I went out with my friends today and Sandra told me something interesting about soldiers.
That's why I'm writing this letter for you, to be sure that you are okay and to gift you what she called a bit of love...'
William's eyes continued to read the letter, sitting in a secluded area; he knew that Y/n, his best friend's daughter, didn't know exactly what she was doing with those shared taboo words but he didn't really cared.
It just put more fuel to the fire he was feeling inside of his, a fire that made his blood rush down to his cock— thanks to the mere thought of her innocent self.
As William kept reading the letter, a blurry photo fall down into his lap, his icy eyes stopped on it and he nearly came just by the sight.
It was a photo of Y/n undressed, her face was blurry but he could clearly see her innocent eyes and marvelous body facing him.
He undid his belt and opened in a quick motion his pants, pulling out his leaking cock, his hand wrapped around it to squeeze it teasingly before starting to spread his precum— his eyes focused on the picture and the letter.
William spit on his hand before starting to jerk himself off, his guilt hidden inside him, crushed by the most primitive thoughts
"Fuckin' hell, honey—" he moaned, biting his bottom lip when he increased the pace, imagine Y/n there with him
"Jesus Christ— love, yesyesyes!" William continued, reaching slowly his climax while he kept looking at the picture, his breath becoming heavier and heavier
"'M going to fucking breed you, love!" He promised, shooting his load on Y/n's photographed boobs.
William calmed his breath, cleaning slowly the photo to put it in a secret place, lying back down to read one last time the letter before going back to what he was doing.
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