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TW: oral, public fucking, face fucking, gagging!

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Bathroom Blowjob (can be read alone)

A few weeks have passed since your encounter with Cillian Murphy. It felt too good to be true but the bruises that had faded over time said otherwise. You wanted to brag to your friends about it but you wanted to respect his privacy and good nature, he was human after all.

Yet you found yourself still going back to the same bar at the same time every Tuesday since. The same thing would happen, you’d order a drink or two non alcoholic of course, maybe a bite to eat if you were hungry enough and wait. Men would try to pick you up but you’d decline only to be called a prude or a bitch. Tim, your usual bartender had asked why you always turned them down and your answer was always the same… none of them were Cillian.

It had been over a month and you were about to give up when you once again got offered a drink from a young man who looked fresh out the womb. You declined only for him to get angry and raise his hand at you.

“Now what kind of a man hits a lady?” Your ears perked up to the sound of the voice coming from behind you.

“Sorry mate didn’t realize she was yours.” He put his hand down and tried to play it off cool.

“Doesn’t matter if she’s mine or not, a real man would never hit a woman.” Cillian placed his hand on your shoulder . “Now get yer ass outta here.” The you man booked it out and you looked up at Cillian with a soft smile as he held a pint in his hand. “Was gonna ask if ya’ve been stayin out of trouble …” He took a sip of his beer before sitting on the stool next to you.

“For the most part.” You gave him a soft smile before playfully punching his arm. “Just been hanging around here.”

“Waitin for me?” He chuckled which made your cheeks turn pink. His eyes went wide before he realized you had actually been waiting around for him. He felt a little bad but he had been out working on his latest movie. “Ya’ve got a lot of patience to have been waitin on me doll.”

“Good things come to those who wait.” You batted your eyelashes at him making his cock twitch in his pants. He remembered how you looked giving him those doe eyes when you sucked his cock before. Cillian finished off his beer before he grabbed your hand and took you back into the bathroom where it had started before. He wasn’t as drunk as last time but his head was spinning .

The two of you stood in the middle of the bathroom with the door locked before he cupped your face and kissed you hard. You moved your lips against his before his hands moved down your body and gripped onto the around of your ass, playing with it while the two of you made out. Teeth scrapped against teeth as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You whined into his sloppy kisses which was music to his ears. Cillian pulled up the bottom of your skirt and pulled down your panties as best as he could without making you fall over. He shoved the fabric into his pocket before he got you down on your knees.

You rubbed his thighs as he put you on your knees which were already sore from the cold tile floor. He stood above you while unbuckling his pants. You were eager to please him. You gave him the doe eyes again that drove him mad.

“Like ya said doll, good things come to those who wait .” Cillian dropped his pants and sighed when his cock was released. He patted the top of your head as he lined the head of his aching cock against your wet and swollen lips. You wrapped your lips around the head and sucked gently to which he let out a sigh. He watched with hooded eyes how you moved your mouth down his cock. You gagged a little bit feeling the tip hit the back of your throat but he loved it. Your hands rested against his thighs while you hallowed your cheeks to suck him softly. Cillian wanted to be patient with you and enjoy the blow job, but he also wanted to fuck your face until you were a mess.

He held back for a little bit longer since he was in ecstasy. The wetness was dripping down your thighs while you reached under and rubbed his balls to which he let out a deep moan.

“That’s it honey, fuck.” Cillian tossed his head back while holding the back of head. He pushed on it making you choke on his cock. You dug your nails into his thighs as he couldn’t hold back any more and fucked your face. The sound of you gagging echoed off the walls as he spread his legs to go deeper. You reached between your legs after you got into a squatting position and rubbed yourself to which Cillian took notice. “Fucking slut, touching yerself . Bet ya need to be fucked like a slut don’t ya?” You nodded with his dick in your mouth making him groan.

Cillian let you continue to touch yourself as he gagged you with his cock. Your eyes were wet with tears, lip gloss smeared across your flushed face and hair messy from him pulling on it. He pulled out slowly making you gasp for air when you could breathe again. His fingers pulled you up by your hair so he could pin you against the wall.

The tile felt cold against your hot skin. Cillian lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist while he lined the head of cock up to your cunt and slowly pushed into you making you whimper. It had only been a few weeks but he still stretched you out in a good way. He waited until he was all the way in you before he slowly fucked into you.

“Cillian!” You cried out as he bounced you back onto his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer so that the two of you could make out while he fucked into you. The creaminess of your juices gathered at the base of his cock which made the squelching sound he loved to hear. “Fuck! You feel as good as the last time.” Cillian couldn’t help but smirk when you said that.

“Yer cunt feels just as good as I remember.” He was now pussy drunk instead of just drunk. He’d admit he’s thought of you as well since the last time the two of you hooked up.

“It’s yours.” You blurted out as he fucked into you faster making you whine. Your nails dug into his arms as he watched how your tits bounced as best as they could since you still had a bra on but he was already thinking about how it’s going to end up on his bedroom floor after this.

“That’s right doll! It’s mine.” Cillian reached down between your bodies and rubbed his fingers against your clit which made you cry out his name. He watched how your face twisted in pleasure and the way you were breathing told him everything he needed to know. “Don’t hold back doll, cum on my cock so I can fill ya up next.” He made you look at him while you came against his cock, crying out his name as you shook. “That’s a good girl.” He praised you as you opened your eyes slowly.

Cillian was close with own orgasm. He held you tightly on your waist as he came with a loud groan and filled you up until his cum was leaking down your thighs. He waisted no time in pulling out, tucking himself away and getting you cleaned up so he could walk without of the bathroom and take you home this time for good.

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Empty Shelves and Promises?

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Empy shelves and promises - Chapter 1

Hi everyone! I am slowly going to post the chapters I am writing for my Peaky Blinders fic, since I'm way too excited to wait until I am completely done. When I first started this blog, I posted a snippet and asked who wanted to be on the taglist. A lot of wonderful people responded and those are the people that I'm tagging right now. Do let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist. I would love to hear your thoughts!

Title: Empy shelves and promises

Chapter 1: A union arranged. Ao3 link

Summary: Evelyn Carnahan, the daughter of Howard Carnahan is set up the marry the infamous Tommy Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders. Howard is in debt with the Peaky Blinders and in payment, Tommy insist on a marriage with Evie. Can the bookish young librarian hold her own against his dark and commanding personality?

Warnings: DarkTommy, arranged marriage, loss, angst, grief, dark themes and serious subjects, will post appropriate warnings with each chapter.

“So. Evelyn. Are you any good with children?” Thomas Shelby asked in a gruff manner, his low voice rumbling as he eyed the woman across from him up and down. His blue eyes took in every little detail, as if she were prey in his grasp. “I have a son, Charlie. He's five.”

Evelyn stared back at him wide-eyed, her hands neatly folded on her long beige skirt. Her simple white striped blouse formed a strong contrast to the wealth around her, especially emphasized by the plain black scarf that decorated her neck. A small pair of black glasses was high up on her nose, but occasionally slid down, revealing her light-brown eyes. Her brown curls were done up in a practical bun, a few loose curls framing her face. All in all she looked far too sweet and conservative to even be in this well-off mansion, with the leader of the Peaky Blinders. Thomas took out a cigarette, raising a bored brow at this mousy little creature. “I don't really have a lot of experience. Besides that of my work,” Evie hesitantly stated. “And you may call me Evie for short, all my friends do,” she added, warmly. He raises a brow and chuckles some, sending her a rather arrogant gaze. “Your work? Well then, do enlighten me..Evelyn” he asked, his tone laced with venom. It was clear sign that he wasn't going to consider her a friend. He lit his cigarette and inhaled. “What do you do for work?” Evie was taken aback by his cold demeanour, even while she did her best to be pleasant. She noticed how he refused to call her 'Evie', but insisted on using her full name. But she swallowed hard and tried to explain her predicament, in a shaky voice. “I work as a librarian, you see, and I read to a group of children on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” she stated. Thomas blew a puff of smoke in her direction, staring her down intently. “You don't work as my wife.” “Well, you see, I've had this job for so long, I love doing it, so I do not wish to give it up.” “You don't work. As my wife,” he repeated, gesturing at her with the cigarette bud between his fingers. When she opened her mouth to protest again, he blew another cloud of smoke her way, smirking lightly. Evelyn gasped at the rude gesture and got up from her seat. “What did you do that for? It's disgusting. And yes, I will keep my job, thank you!” “Sit down.” Evelyn stared at him in disbelief, no idea what this rude man was ordering her around for.

- Three weeks earlier -

Evie was reading her favourite novel Treasure Island with a smile, after a day of hard work. The story filled with pirates, treasure and adventure never failed to cheer her up. As she got to her favourite part, her heart began to hurt a little. Ever since Jonathan... A knock on her door disturbed her thoughts and her reading. She placed the bookmark between the pages carefully and put it aside, before opening her door to see who was visiting her. “Father!” she said, sounding happily surprised but wary at the same time.

Howard Carnahan took off his hat and cleared his throat. “Evelyn, we need to talk,” he stated and entered her home. Evie frowned, her father only called her by her full name when he was very serious about things. “I'll put the kettle on,” she stated softly and did so. Her father cleared his throat again. “You eh...you know that I am in debt, don't you?” She nodded. How could she not know? He had been asking her and other family members for money left and right, because of his gambling and drinking. “And you know that...that..” Evie made some tea and put a mug in front of him, stepping back to her kitchen counter to sip from her own. The fact that she didn’t sit down with her father betrayed the distance between them. “Things have been hard since...since...your mother passed and...” “Yes, I know,” she said sadly. She still remembered that awful time and the events leading up to her mothers death. She shuddered as she thought of it. “I thought moving from London to Birmingham after that would solve things..that we could start anew here.” Evie nodded.

“But I miss your mother so much and..I know I've lost myself in my vices.”

A silence fell between them. A tear ran down her cheek. They had too much grief between them, it swallowed every bit of love and affection between the two and only left distance in its wake. “I've been getting myself in trouble, Evie...and you have to help me.” Howard finally admitted and Evie rose a brow, taking a gulp of her warm tea. “There is this gang of mobsters here, ruling the streets of Birmingham, as you know..” Evie nodded, having heard of them. “The Peaky Blinders, I know. You warned me to stay away from them.” Howard nodded. “The thing is, my debt is to them. I've been wasting money at the races, at their games, for their drink...and now they threaten to harm me.” “Harm you?” Evie said in disbelief as she sat down at the table across from her father. It was the closest they had been in months. “I cannot pay them off, I've not been able to find a job here. The museum here has a curator already and I havent had much luck in other positions.” Evie stayed quiet, not mentioning the fact that her fathers drinking habits were most likely what was preventing him to find and keep a job. “Do you remember we attended that fundraiser last week?” Evie nodded, she remembered. Her father still tried to pretend they were the same well-off family they once were so he attended the high society events as much as possible, as not to tarnish their reputation. “The leader of that Peaky Blinders was there as well. He was looking for me, to try and get me to pay off his debt. Apparently he saw you and...” Evie was shifting in her seat uneasy, afraid that she was in danger.

“He wants your hand. He has offered to forgive my debt and even pay me money, as long as you will marry him.”

Evie's jaw dropped and she got up, backing away from the table again. “You..you gave me to a hoodlum?!” she asked in disbelief. “Evelyn...this would solve all of our problems!” The woman scoffed. “It would solve -your- problems,” she said, shaking her head. Howard looked at her in disbelief. “Is that how you treat your father? I have put you through three studies, always working hard so you could attend university. This is how you repay me? Stop being selfish, girl! This would save me!” Evie looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. “Father I don’t want to get married, you have to understand! That is not the life for me! You're expecting me to give up all the dreams I ever had !”

Howard shook his head. “Its not about what you want anymore, Evelyn. Its about what’s good for the family. You wont turn your back on your family, now would you?” “So he saw me and decided to marry me? I don’t believe that for a single second!” “His wife passed away last year, he said. He has a son and he needs a mother for the boy. He wants to marry again so the boy will be cared for and he doesn’t have to waste time to find a wife,” her father explained. Evie rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Well, isn't that just perfectly charming. Help me, my knees are weak!” “Your life is not a book, girl! Stop living in this ridiculous stories you love so much and come back down to earth!” Howard said sternly. Evie teared up at his harsh words. All of her life everyone had always told her to stop living in her stories. But that is where she felt safe and warm, how could she turn her back on her books? “You will marry him and save your family from ruin and that is final!” She sighed, shaking her head, still not fully comprehending this while ordeal. “Fine. Fine. Let's set up a meeting. What's his name, anyway?” Howard sighed in relief, happy that she was finally coming to her senses and helping him out. Now the family wouldn't fall in ruin and he would be kept from harm from the gang. “Thomas Shelby. I'll let him know you said yes.”

- Present day -

“I said, sit down,” Thomas ordered her again, gesturing at the chair behind her. “And think of how it would look if my own wife had to work? I earn enough for the both of us, all I want for you is to form a family with me, for my boy Charlie. Give me heirs in time, of course.” Evie guffawed as she paced around, ignoring Tommy's order to sit down and instead pacing around the room. “Oh is that all, just a couple of heirs?” she asked, as he was asking her to pick up some flowers at the shop. “What is the problem?” he asked gruffly, frowning at her constant need to go against him. “I made my terms clear to your father when I bought you.” Evie stared at him, anger in her eyes. “Do not say that.” Thomas smirked, taking another drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke in her direction once more. “I did buy you, didn't I? And yes, you will give me heirs. I need my legacy to live on, to keep my family safe. You will be part of that family and so you will be cared for and protected for the rest of your life. I fail to see why you are making a fuss. Sit down, do not make me repeat myself again.”

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face as Evie sat down again with a dejected look on her face. “Blow smoke at me one more time and I will feed you that cigarette,” she muttered with a huff.

Thomas smirked and put his cigarette out in the ashtray on the desk. “What is the problem anyway? Don’t all lasses want to marry and reproduce? What's so special about you?” “I am not a lass that wants to marry and reproduce, thank you very much,” she said haughtily. “My mother and father put a great deal of effort into my education and I've always valued it above all else.” Tommy scoffed. “I guess that was smart of them, giving you opportunities. Tell me about yourself, Evelyn,” he stated, a little softer than before. “What are you educated in?” “I studied history, literature and Egyptology. My parents have always been fascinated by it and it rubbed off on me. I even assisted at a excavation a few years ago, in Egypt.” He rose a brow. “A excavation in Egypt. Now that is something you don't hear every day. Aye, I get why marital bliss would seem dull compared to that. Did you find anything interesting?” She shrugged. “A few artifacts here and there, they are on display at the London museum of history.” “I see. And why is an educated woman like yourself doing working a boring library job?” Evie frowned. “I am very proud of what I am, mister Shelby. I was supposed to become curator once my father retired. You see, he was the curator at the London museum. But the death of my mother made him decide to move here instead. Also to cover up the financial trouble we were in. There is just one museum here and they have a curator, so neither of us was able to land that job. There's not much opportunity for me here, so I applied at the library. I do love it, its very rewarding. I started a program for the poor children, they come in twice a week for story hour. Since I love to read so much, I read to them. I have a vast book collection myself.” “Of course you do,” Tommy said, slightly mocking but also a little moved that she seemed to have a soft spot for the poor. “And I suppose you are bringing that here, after our joyous day?”

He made it sound as if they were to attend a funeral together instead. “I'd like that, yes. I love my books. Do you read, mister Shelby?” Thomas let out a bitter chuckle. “I do not have time for silly stories. What would they possibly bring me?” Evie eyed him confused. “Stories bring us a great deal, mister Shelby. With your permission I was planning on reading to your boy as well.” “Reading to him, hmm? Like what? Little Red Riding hood?” “Treasure Island, for starters.” “Treasure Island? A story of thugs, thieves and crime?” He asked as he took a sip from his whiskey. “Its a wonderful story of adventure, of belonging and overcoming all obstacles to achieve what you want!” Evie orated and Thomas flashed a crooked smile at how passionate she got when she spoke of this story in particular. “It's your favourite.” She smiled a little. “Yes, I guess it is.” “It’s unseemly, for a woman to enjoy such tales of woe,” he stated gruffly, his face suddenly falling. Evie was taken aback. “But..mister Shelby...I heard that you were all about equal treatment. How could you be for equal treatment, but also think its unseemly for a woman to read?” she asked softly, a hint of sadness in her voice. “And all that business of me not working..” “You heard wrong. A woman’s place is in the kitchen.” “You have a cook,” Evie dryly replied. “Do not defy me, woman! You will give up your work and you will give up these silly stories! I will lock your books away in the attic and that will be that!” he growled, his steely blue eyes boring themselves into hers with fierce intensity. Evie's eyes grew sad, disbelief and anguish in her eyes. “Do not give me that look, you will achieve nothing with it. Now, I expect you to move into Arrow House tomorrow.” Thomas continued sternly, downing almost all of his whiskey at once. She glowered at him, torn between mouthing off to him and doing as he said. She sighed deeply and shook her head. “I understand that you are going through a very difficult time, with your wife passing and...” she started to say. “You do not speak of her. Ever. Not to me and not to Charlie, do you understand?” he asked in a low, threatening voice. “You dont speak to your boy at all? About his mother?” she asked with a frown.

“I said you do not speak of her!” he said, slamming his hand on his desk, causing her to blink rapidly as she swallowed hard. Then her face hardened and she huffed. “Don't you raise your voice at me, I'm just worried about Charlie.”

Thomas clenched his jaw. “He is not yours to worry about. He is mine. I know what's best for him and its best that he forgets her. Its best if we all do,”

Evie frowned. “But you loved her, we should never forget the people we love, thats the only way of keeping them alive.”'

Thomas' eyes were unreadable, but Evie could swear she saw a flicker of emotion dance deep within him, only for a moment.

“She's not alive. She's dead. I want you to move in tomorrow.”

Evie opened her mouth to protest, but he held up his cigarette bud in her direction, causing her to close her mouth with a huff.

“Tomorrow.”

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Trigger Warnings- 18*, swearing, violence, sexual content

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“Fuckkk!” The voice beside you roared, his chest heaving with exertion. Before bashing his fist against the car window. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He began to hit the steering wheel over and over again. Fists pummelling the leather wheel, while letting out obscenities. You held your breath, unsure how to react.

Trying your upmost to remain calm, not aggravate him further. Pausing, he turned to look at you. “Fuck… Y/n…” he hissed, his voice sending a shiver through your body. “Fucking why? Why make me do this? Why fucking push me and push me?” He leant towards you, nose to nose, you shrunk back immediately.

“Tell me!” He growled, grabbing your arm, squeezing your flesh.

“I… I…” you stuttered, glancing out of the window. You bit your lip tightly, trying to suppress the tears threatening to spill over. A wave of emotion surged, making it difficult to breathe. In that moment, all you can think about is the overwhelming urge to escape, to find a place where you can be alone.

“I… I … what?” He barked, wiping his hands along his trousers legs. “You know what… just fucking get out. I’ve had enough of your bullshit for one day!” Reaching a hand up, he shoved your shoulder towards the door.

“Wh … what?” You asked, it was raining and dark, you were unsure where you were. How would you get home? Did you even want to go home?

“Get out,” he snapped, reaching across your body he opened the door. Shoving you so hard that you landed on the pavement. Your shoulder hitting the concrete. Pain burning through it.

“Stupid bitch!” he called after you, as he sped away. Throwing your bag out of the car.

You remained staring at the wet floor, in shock. Confused, hurting, now what? Come on, Y/n … think? Now what? Where could you go? Lifting your hand to wipe your eyes, it shook violently. How had this night even gone so wrong? Again!

You hadn’t done anything wrong…

Had you?

Said anything wrong?

You always tried to act how he liked you to act. Spoke how he liked you to speak. Wear what he wanted you to wear. Just to please him. Life was easier that way.

“You ok there, Miss?” A voice asked, snapping you back into reality. When you looked up, an older woman hovered over you. Her eyes darting to your bag, that he had thrown at you. Reaching for it, you scrambled up from the floor.

“Yes, yes,” you answered quickly.

“You are bleeding, Miss,” she pointed to your nose.

“I’m ok,” you barked through gritted teeth. Before gathering as much energy as you could muster and running away. There was only one place you could think of going. You wouldn’t be able to go back home tonight. Not with the mood Harry was in.

Time seemed to stretch in slow motion, as you hurried toward your destination. Each step echoing against the wet pavement. The cool night air brushed against your skin, a contrast to the warmth of your racing heart. You paused for a moment to catch your breath. As you glanced down at your watch, it read 9:42 PM, still early enough.

You hoped that you could find your brother. You knew he wouldn’t take it well. How could he?

The thought of seeing the shock and hurt in his eyes, made your heart ache. But he would offer you a place to stay. Comfort you. When you reached the door, you wiped your nose against the sleeve of your coat. Trying to pat down your wet hair, rubbing mud from the front of your dress.

Then noticing the blood running along your knees, from your fall. You couldn’t look any worse at this point. The noise of the bar was louder than you had expected. Groups of men wanting to spend their weeks wages. You avoided their eyes, avoided the gasps, the questions.

“Your brother is in there, love,” the barman offered, with a tilt of his head. Gesturing towards the snug. “I will bring you a drink,”

You honestly could have cried at his kindness.

Having no other choice, you took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door of the snug. Five pairs of eyes glared at you, you ignored them. Letting your eyes settle on your brother. A tear rolling along your cheek at the sight of him. He was sitting casually smoking, his arm draped around his fiancée.

Jumping up from his stool, he reached you in three large strides. “Y/n,” he almost growled, anger building at the sight of his “baby” sister. Letting his hands rest on your shoulder, you winced. Sure you had popped it out of the socket with the fall.

“Oh Y/n, come here,” Ada spoke up, her voice calm. She moved to stand by your brother, Freddie, pulling you into her arms.

As you let her hold you, your eyes settled on him. Tommy Shelby. The true love of your life, though you would never be together. He was seven years older. Although you were 23, Freddie still treat you like a child. He would never allow Tommy to be with you. He wanted a "normal" man for you.

Tommy's eyes never left yours, as he also stood. Breathing heavy, distinguishing his cigarette. The silence hanging in the air. So many questions to be answered.

“Can I stay with you tonight, Fred?” You asked over Ada’s shoulder. Looking away from Tommy, feeling so ashamed.

“Of course you can,” Ada answered for him, you noticed Freddie pacing the room, running his hands through his hair. Before picking up his jacket.

“Where is he?” He barked at you, pulling you out of Ada’s grasp. He tilted your chin, inspecting the injuries on your face. “Where is he, fucking speak, now!” He warned, breathing through his nostrils.

“Who?” You asked your voice barely audible. “I … I fell on the pavement,” Bending, you wiped the blood from your leg. "That was all Freddie, I just..."

“Let’s go, we will find the fucker,” Tommy interrupted, grabbing his jacket.

Freddie was the first to flee the room, followed by Arthur and John. Tommy paused beside you and Ada. Leaning down he pressed a reassuring kiss to your forehead, before exchanging a glance with Ada. She understood the look. Take you home and look after you.

Ada took you back to Polly's house, not her house. Polly boiled water, fussed around you. Poured you tea laced with whiskey, didn't ask questions. She knew, she was a smart woman. They all knew what sort of a man Harry Mitchell was. You had thought he was a normal working man, someone Freddie would accept.

But three months into your relationship, he had changed. Became controlling and angry all of the time. He hated you being around the Shelby family, he was obsessed there was something going on between yourself and Tommy.

There wasn't of course, not now.

That was in the past, wasn't it? You noticed the way Tommy still looked at you. But you had agreed to part ways, it would never work. He had said, you were too young. It would be too complicated. Freddie was his best friend. You knew how he had felt, when he found out about Freddie and his own sister.

It was better this way, you just kept your distance... that was what Harry wanted too.

"Can you get your coat off, love?" Polly asked, as you held your shoulder. Ada dabbing your lip with warm water, a solemn look on her face. You knew she would be worried about Freddie.

You shook your head at Polly, "It will be ok, I think I just bumped it,"

Ada shook her head, "I'm sorry Ada, Freddie will be back soon and then I will go home,"

"You aren't going anywhere, you hear me?" she chastised you, anger flashing through her hazel eyes, "You will stay with us, I mean it this time, Y/n. You are not going back there, Freddie would never allow it either. This is it,”

Sighing, you nodded your head towards Ada's round belly. "I think you have enough to deal with, Ada,"

Polly slipped an arm out of your coat, as you winced in pain. Leaning forward you bit your lip, tears flowing freely. How would you work if this arm was broken? You needed the money for a better life, to save up for a better flat. Away from Harry and without relying on Freddie.

"We need to pop it back into place," Tommy spoke from the doorway, heading to the sink to wash his hands. You could see how grazed his knuckles were, even in the candle light of Polly’s kitchen.

When he turned back around, everyone in the room melted away. There was only you and him left... it was like there was only the two of you in the world....

You had to get out of here, before you said something you would regret....

Before you were left alone ….

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Just Relax

One Shot

•• Cillian Murphy x Female Reader ••

Dedicated to my dear friend @meister95 who helped inspire this piece. 💗

***Warning: Mature sexual content, 18+ readers only, minors DNI***

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After hearing the running water from the shower shut off, Y/N was quickly smiling to herself as she heard the sound of him calling her name in that tone that only meant one thing.

He’d forgotten a towel.

Again.

It happened more often than not whenever he’d been working out. Cillian would enter the house and go straight to the bathroom, earbuds still in as he’d shed his clothes and turn on the shower, then still continue to sing to himself as Y/N could hear him from the bedroom, picking up the trail of sweaty clothes that he’d discarded along the way. He’d only remember a towel when it was too late, and that’s when he’d abruptly call for her, his tone a mix of apologetic for her and annoyance with himself that he’d forgotten yet again and she’d have to bring one to him.

But she never minded. And today, in particular, after a long day for them both and finally being able to relish in some alone time, she was more than happy to oblige.

“Did you forget something?” she called back to him from the bedroom, the knowing smile still on her lips.

“Maybe…” came his response, causing Y/N’s smile to widen.

Grabbing a bath towel off of the neatly folded pile on a shelf in the wardrobe, Y/N then made her way to the bathroom, the door open a crack, as Cillian had left it. Before gently pushing it open, she lightly rapped her nails on the panel, then pushed it open further and stepped inside as Cillian spoke.

“Thanks, baby. One of these days, maybe I’ll fuckin’ remember,” he said over his shoulder, his hair still wet and drops of water running down his naked body. As he turned back to shut the shower door, he then lifted his hands to rake through his wet hair, and Y/N took the opportunity to let her eyes admire the defined, firm perfection of his ass while he was still turned away from her.

The drops of water ran down his skin in such a tempting way, and when Cillian reached an arm out to grab for the towel, Y/N was walking up behind him instead, opening the towel and laying it over his back before then pressing herself against him with just the towel between them.

“That’d be nice, because you’re dripping all over my floor, Mr. Murphy,” she said to him in a sensually teasing voice, pressing her cheek to the center of his back as she remained behind him.

“The towel would help with that, you know, but you have to let me use it,” he replied, the smile in his voice evident as he tried to look at her over his shoulder again.

“Right, silly me,” Y/N said then, pulling herself away from him slightly as she fisted the towel once more. “But since I’m already here, I may as well help you.”

With that, Y/N haphazardly dragged the towel down his back, not really paying attention to whether or not she was actually getting him dry as she then lowered the towel to his butt. She heard Cillian exhale a laugh as she squeezed him through the towel, her hands pinching and massaging his cheeks as she worked the towel over him. But as she did, more droplets of water kept running down his back, his hair still wet and dripping.

“I think you’re more of a hindrance than a help,” Cillian joked, at which Y/N finally pushed the towel back up his back and to his neck, gently toweling his nape before Cillian reached behind himself and gently grasped the towel from her. Lifting it to his head, he quickly scrubbed it over his hair, which was currently still cut in the Tommy Shelby style he’d had it cut for for the Peaky movie shoot, which had wrapped a week ago.

As he ruffled the towel over his hair once more, Y/N took the opportunity of his butt being exposed again to give him a playful slap to his right cheek, and she giggled as he exclaimed.

“Ay!” Cillian said with a smile.

He then brought the towel back down and wrapped it around his waist before turning and stepping to the sink. Turning it on and cupping his hand beneath it to take a quick swig of water, he then turned the faucet off and looked quickly in the mirror. As he did so, Y/N stepped up behind him and gently wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her head to the side to look at him, their eyes meeting in the mirror as she spoke.

“You can stop the intense workouts now that filming has wrapped, you know,” she said as she danced her fingers idly along the skin of Cillian’s abdomen. “You don’t have to push it so hard now.”

Cillian held her eyes in the mirror as he replied.

“I thought you liked the Tommy bod,” he smirked, and he laid his hands atop Y/N’s as she moved her fingers up his torso and stroked them along his toned chest.

“Oh, I do,” she answered with a smirk of her own, then emphasized her point with several sensual strokes and squeezes to Cillian’s pecs. “But I also want you to be sure and take a break. You were killing yourself at the gym before and during filming. You can take it a little easier now.”

Cillian nodded.

“I know,” he said, “but I can’t just switch from heavy daily workouts to nothing at all. It’s too drastic of a switch. I’ve gotta ease back on it gradually or I feel fucked up.”

Y/N nodded as she replied, hugging him around the waist.

“Yeah, I understand that. I just want you to take advantage of the downtime, too.”

“I know,” Cillian replied as he leaned back against her slightly. “Really, I wanna relax, but I’m still just ‘go, go, go’ from filming, ya’ know?”

Smiling, Y/N squeezed him around the waist. She knew he still hadn’t fully decompressed from the film. It always took him a couple weeks to “come down” after a project.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry; I can tell you’re still a little tense,” she said.

She then pulled back from him slightly and lifted her hands to his shoulders to briefly rub them, and Cillian instantly responded. She could feel him lean back into her the slightest bit more as she worked his tense muscles, and as she continued to massage him, she soon heard him release a deep, slow breath as she saw his eyes briefly close in the mirror. She continued for a few moments more before speaking again.

“How’s that?” she asked him, rubbing out a knot in his shoulders.

“Mmmm,” Cillian gave an appreciative groan, his eyes still closed as Y/N kneaded his muscles. “You’re too good at that,” he said lowly.

Giggling, Y/N slipped her hands from Cillian’s shoulders to his chest again, kissing his neck seductively.

“Well, you know I can barely resist you to begin with,” she teased him as she smiled against his skin before then turning her head and meeting his eyes in the mirror once more. “But especially when you look like this,” she wiggled her fingers against his pecs in indication of his toned form, “it’s extra hard for me to keep my hands to myself.”

Smiling with a chuckle, Cillian turned his head over his shoulder to give her a kiss.

“I better go and put some clothes on, then,” he teased her, then gave her another kiss, Y/N smiling against his lips as he did so.

“That’s a terrible idea,” Y/N replied.

Slowly, sensually, she slid her hands to his arms, softly grasping his biceps, squeezing them as she then placed another kiss on Cillian’s neck. Then she released his arms and glided over his firm stomach instead before adoringly and sensually tracing and stroking his pecs, her palms skimming across his nipples and then her fingertips running up and down the patch of chest hair between them.

Cillian’s eyes had closed again as Y/N stroked along his chest a final time and then ran her palms over his pecs, her touch so soothing and arousing. Whenever he was especially tense or tired, he allowed himself to indulge in Y/N’s “taking care” of him. Usually, their positions would be reversed, with Cillian taking the lead and Y/N being the “vulnerable” one, but he relished her taking the lead whenever he was especially tense. As she traced her fingers along him again, he released another deep breath.

“Sounds like you’re already feeling better,” Y/N teased him softly, and Cillian opened his eyes once again and looked at her in the mirror. Her expression was so sexy, and her breath and lips against his neck were slowly unwinding the remaining tension in his body. But when she spoke again, his pulse was quickening.

“But I think you need a little more help to really relax,” she said seductively.

With that, Y/N lowered her hands from Cillian’s chest and slowly, tauntingly ran them down his torso, going lower and lower until she used her fingers to trace his treasure trail and then follow it beneath the edge of the towel still around his waist. She ran her fingers up and down his trail again for a moment as she placed another kiss on his neck, Cillian watching her in the mirror as she seductively whispered in his ear.

“Let me help you relax, baby,” she said.

Grasping the towel, Y/N loosened it from around Cillian’s waist, then dropped it to the floor as it sagged from his hips, leaving him naked in front of her. Looking in the mirror, she could not stop admiring his taut body and the gorgeous sight of his cock, which had already stiffened slightly at her previous touches. Behind him, she then lifted her eyes from the reflection of his cock and saw that he was already watching her in the mirror, his expression now tense not with stress, but with aroused anticipation. With another sexy little glance, she then reached around his waist again and down to his cock, then slowly, gently grasped him, tauntingly wrapping her fingers around his length one by one.

Cillian’s hips immediately gave a slight jerk in response.

“Just relax,” Y/N said softly, and Cillian’s eyes were closing and a moan escaped him as he leaned back into her once more and she began stroking his length up and down.

Going slowly at first, Y/N ran her hand up and down Cillian’s cock, thoroughly enjoying both the feel of his thick, stiffening warmth in her hand as well as the sight of him clearly already surrendering to her touch. Only very occasionally did he get this way, where he was stressed and tired enough to seek and welcome her taking the lead and him being the one in the more vulnerable position. And although she loved their typical dynamic, Y/N also relished the occasional times when Cillian silently sought for her to take the lead like this, because she loved soothing him and giving him what he needed when he was struggling to relax. While she was the one to typically come “undone”, it was so enjoyable having him be vulnerable on occasion.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Y/N whispered in Cillian’s ear again as she continued to stroke him, increasing her pace. And when she could feel him stiffening fully in her hand and heard him release a guttural groan, she was smiling to herself as she lifted her eyes and watched Cillian in the mirror again, his eyes still closed.

“Open your eyes, Cill. Watch me touch you,” she whispered.

At her insanely sexy instruction, Cillian opened his eyes and looked at Y/N through their reflection. When he did, he groaned again as he watched and felt Y/N grasp him more tightly and stroke him again. She alternated between squeezing him and tickling her fingers along his length in the most pleasuring way, and when she squeezed and pumped him again, she whispered once more.

“God, you feel so good,” she said in his ear. “You have the most amazing cock, do you know that? This big…thick…gorgeous cock.” After each word, Y/N stroked him in emphasis, and finally, after her next statement, she swiped her thumb over his leaking tip.

“And you fuck me so damn good with it. Every time. You fill me up so full, Cill. And I love it.”

Y/N’s touch and her insanely sexy words had Cillian’s heart pumping and his cock painfully hard in her hand as he watched her touch him. The feel of her lips near his ear as she spoke those arousing, seductive, naughty whisperings of appreciation for him had him groaning again as he wordlessly encouraged her to keep going with another thrust of his hips into her hand. But when Y/N then stroked up his length a final time before then swiping her thumb over his tip, he was quickly much more vocal.

“Ah! Fuck, baby!” he said with pleasureful strain, his eyes suddenly squeezing closed and his hands moving to the counter and gripping the edge for support. When Y/N then swirled her thumb over his tip repeatedly, Cillian’s knees were buckling slightly and he leaned forward towards the counter more as he continued to grip it for support.

“Yeah? How’s that feel?” Y/N said as she watched him while she touched him, her own arousal growing and dampening her panties as she touched him again. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Uggghh, fuck, baby!” Cillian groaned once more, his eyes still squeezed closed as Y/N rubbed his tip again before then pumping him in her hand once more. She kept her pace quick and consistent, stroking every inch of him perfectly, knowing the exact touches and pressure he liked that made him practically explode in her hand every time before he’d then flip Y/N on her back and slam inside her to finish what she’d started and show her who was running the show. But when she had him like this, Cillian had no ability to turn the tables, neither could he think straight enough to do so. When Y/N was working him to help him decompress, she used a whole other kind of magic that he didn’t stand a chance against.

“Yeah?” Y/N urged him on, her own breath getting heavy as she watched and felt Cillian respond to her touches.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He leaned more heavily against the counter as she kept working him. “God damn, baby.”

Cillian’s head dropped as he groaned out the words, his breathing ragged. He could feel himself getting close to release as Y/N kissed his neck again and pressed her breasts into his bare back. When she then reached around him with her free hand and cupped his balls, he released another ragged exhale. But when Y/N then fondled him with her fingertips before then squeezing his balls and massaging them in her palm, Cillian was dangerously close to the edge.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so fucking perfect,” he gritted out through his teeth.

Still watching him, Y/N smiled to herself as she heard the labored pleasure in Cillian’s voice and saw that trademark jawline of his become all too apparent as he clenched his teeth. Massaging his balls again in her palm, Y/N was egging him on a final time, her lips against his neck.

“You sound like you’re almost ready to really relax now, baby,” she said with seductive torment. “Let’s get you there, hmm?”

Releasing another jagged breath and thrusting into her hand again, Cillian was holding the edge of the counter in a death grip as Y/N worked to finish him, speaking once more in that voice that had him fast approaching the finish line.

“Come on, Cill, let go, baby. I want every last drop from this big, thick cock.” Then she swiped her thumb over him a final time as she whispered in his ear the last words that had Cillian exploding in her hand.

“Give it to me, Cill.”

The force with which Cillian thrusted his hips had Y/N almost losing her grip on him as he violently came in her hand. She caught much of his release in her palm, but Cillian had no control over the last ropes of cum that painted the basin of the sink as Y/N stroked him to a full finish.

As Cillian came with a release that had Y/N’s hand nearly slipping from his cock, she could feel his groans vibrating through his body as she pressed herself into his back. And when he had thoroughly coated her hand, she was then working the remains of his finish into the sink as she continued to stroke him until she could feel his body relax with the relief of his release.

As Cillian’s heart rate gradually began to slow, he became aware of the sensation of Y/N pressing loving kisses to his neck as she remained behind him. He eventually transitioned from panting breaths to controlled inhales as Y/N then moved her hands to rinse in the sink before she then wrapped her arms around his waist once more, hugging him from behind and pressing her cheek against his back.

“How was that?” she asked him softly, pressing a kiss to his spine.

“Fucking amazing,” Cillian replied, his voice still heavy with arousal.

“Feeling a little more relaxed now?” she continued.

“You could say that,” he smirked.

Turning around then, Cillian wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulled her against him as he lowered his face to hers and gave her a slow, sensual kiss. Y/N lifted a hand to his cheek, and when they eventually parted, she was smiling at him.

“I’m glad I could help,” she said as she lifted her hand to his chest. But Cillian was quickly gripping her tighter and pushing her out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom as he replied.

“Well, there’s actually one more thing you can do for me,” he said as he guided her to the bed.

“Oh?” Y/N replied with a smile as she allowed Cillian to begin tugging down her leggings. “And what’s that?”

With a wicked smile and a quick yank of her panties, Cillian had Y/N bare and on her back as he then climbed over her on the bed and parted her thighs, positioning himself between them, his mouth hovering over her core.

“Allow me to return the favor,” he said.

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If Cillian gave me the time of day … I would be melting away ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anything You Need

(Series)

Anything You Need

Part 11: 1 of 2

Previous part here

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“Late night?”

Unable to contain his grin, Gareth’s tone was gently teasing as he stepped out of the elevator on Y/N’s floor and stopped in front of her.

Upon the doors of the elevator parting, his eyes had immediately landed on her, slouched in one of the large cushy armchairs placed near the wall, her head resting back and her eyes closed, a can of Red Bull clutched in one of her hands.

Rather than speaking, Y/N responded with a grunt of exhausted annoyance, and she didn’t immediately move when she felt Gareth approach her at the chair.

“It’s a good thing you weren’t also drunk,” Gareth teased further. “Because if this is what you look like when a lack of sleep is your only excuse, I can’t imagine the horror of this on top of a hangover.”

Still not speaking or even lifting her head, Y/N blindly kicked a leg out in front of herself in a pathetic attempt to kick Gareth, but when she missed by a mile, Gareth was laughing.

“So, did you not get any sleep last night all by yourself, or was a certain someone in bed with you that caused such a lack of rest?” he asked amusedly.

Finally lifting her head and giving Gareth a look, Y/N answered.

"Nothing happened," she said.

"Aside from the way you two were pressed together every chance you got while in the bar, I wouldn't call holding hands for ten blocks 'nothing,'" Gareth replied.

Unbeknownst to Gareth, Y/N's heart skipped a beat for the millionth time at the memory of the previous night, which had been on constant replay in her mind since she and Cillian had parted ways in the hotel lobby. But instead of giving Gareth the satisfaction of a reply, she peeled herself out of the chair and stood up, taking a sip from her drink before looking at him.

"We should get going," she said and began to walk past him, leaving him a few steps behind her before he quickly caught up as they headed down the hall.

"It's not like it's a surprise to anyone, you know,” Gareth continued. “Everyone last night could sense something between you two. And according to Kat, she said you two both looked to be in physical pain when you had to part ways last night."

"Oh my God, you and Kat are talking to each other, now?!" Y/N exclaimed, stopping in the middle of the hallway and turning to face Gareth.

"Not about anything that isn't already obvious," Gareth replied.

"Gareth, listen to me," Y/N said then, her expression serious. "I want you both to stop talking about it, or any of this, and just forget about it. There's nothing going on."

Gareth shook his head incredulously.

"So, you're just going to act like it didn't happen?" Gareth asked in response.

"Yes," Y/N replied, trying to look neutral as she did so.

"Why? God, this is becoming intolerable to witness," Gareth said with exasperation.

"Because it didn't happen for the reason both you and everyone else seem to think," Y/N said. "He was just trying to keep me from falling in the path of another car and being plastered to the pavement. That's all."

Again, Gareth gave her a look.

"I don't think even you believe that," he said knowingly, but Y/N remained insistent.

"Listen, we're here to be professionals, right? So, please, let's stop harping on this and just go back to normal."

"I know you don't really believe that," Gareth repeated himself, still focusing on Y/N's lame excuse to pass off her and Cillian's obvious connection and chemistry. "And no one would ever say you’re being unprofessional. You two…it just works, you know? On multiple levels.”

Refusing to answer his question, Y/N just shook her head, blushing.

“You are too reserved for your own good, you know that? Why are you so timid with him?"

"I'm asking you to please drop this, and you have to swear to me that you won't be talking about any of this with Cillian, because if I find out that you said anything suggestive to him, I'll never forgive you."

Despite Gareth's own belief that Y/N needed to stop denying it and just let whatever was happening between her and Cillian happen, he knew he needed to do as she asked, not only because it was the right thing to do, but because she clearly wasn't going to allow anyone to harp on it further, anyway. For whatever reason, she was going to pretend nothing had happened, and Gareth just hoped that she'd come to her senses sooner than later, for everyone's sanity, including Cillian's.

What Gareth didn’t know was that Y/N was terrified.

The entire night, the pull between her and Cillian had been so strong. Every second they had talked, laughed, and enjoyed each other had just reaffirmed it, and there was absolutely no denying how heavy the sexual tension was and how the unspoken desire had just been amplified every time they’d been pressed together or talked in each other’s ear. And when Cillian had taken her hand, the determination and the silent command he’d displayed, as well as the instant sensual intimacy she’d felt between them, had Y/N simultaneously dying for more and wanting to run and hide.

It was the same vibe she always got from Cillian whenever there was a little moment between them. There was that silent yet oh so obvious sense of smooth control, of a little darkness, of insanely sexy authority and laid back dominance that emanated from him, and the degree to which that called to Y/N and turned her on had her terrified, because she was certain that if she ever found herself actually in a sexual situation with Cillian, she wouldn’t survive. The effect that he would have on her, the degree that she could see herself being willingly submissive to him…that was a side of herself that she had always barely even acknowledged to herself, and she guessed that that man would have her so simultaneously bashful and aroused that she would no doubt just spontaneously combust as soon as he touched her.

So, rather than fight a losing battle (despite how badly she’d secretly love to lose), Y/N decided that the best thing to do was act like nothing happened. She wouldn’t be cold or act any differently than she had before, but she had to try and ignore the pull between her and Cillian. Because if anything were to happen between them, she was fairly certain she’d die on the spot.

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It always starts with a lil taste, then the “wine” spills over . 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Come have a glass of wine with Cillian 🍷

Check this story out

Very intoxicating🦄

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ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ — ᴄɪʟʟɪᴀɴ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ

cillian murphy x fem!reader (nsfw)

you and your best friend Cillian get wine drunk to celebrate his new role.

✣ warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, drinking, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, nipple play, female anatomy described, no prep, (not proof-read at all sorry oops)

✣ word count: 1.5k

✣ author’s note: this is short and sweet and I wrote a quarter of it like a year and a half ago and wanted to finish it when I stumbled upon it in my docs. I hope yall enjoy and happy new year (:

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

You always told yourself you’d never go after someone who didn’t want you fully. They had to want your everything, love your everything, and show it. Yet here you are, in your best friend’s bed, wondering what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into. And wondering whether or not this was just a one-night type of thing. Even if it is, everything about your friendship has definitely changed. 

It started as a typical night at Cillian’s, sharing a bottle of wine and discussing roles he wanted to play this coming year. He already snagged a role as Johnathan Crane in the upcoming Batman movie, and you were beyond proud of him. But with the dim lights, candles lit, and the wine warming the two of you up, there was an undeniable tension in the room. A tension that had been building for a while and was now spilling into the night. Cillian was sitting across from you on the couch, leg crossed over the other. You were curled up, knees to your chest, as you sipped your wine. He stared at you, his gaze unwavering. You stared back, searching his eyes for an inkling of his thoughts. Warmth spread through your limbs and across your face as his eyes darkened. 

“What’s on your mind, love?” Cillian asked, his voice slightly raspy.

You cleared your throat, biting your lip and keeping eye contact, “You.”

“Really?” Cillian hummed, “What about me?”

You unravel your arms and legs, crawling over to where he was sitting, “Just you.”

Cillian pushed his hair from his face, looking you up and down with drowsy eyes.

“Gonna keep it a secret, huh?” Cillian chuckled, reaching a hand out to touch your hair.

You watched as he twirled it around his finger, “Maybe,” you looked back up at him, “What’s on your mind?”

“You,” Cillian blinked at you, “But I’m not gonna hide it.”

You inhaled sharply through your nose before groaning and covering your face with your hands, “Don’t do this to me.”

“Do what to you?” Cillian asked, pulling your hands away from your face.

“Tease me,” you huffed, “What are you getting at here?”

“Maybe it’s the wine talking or the fact you look absolutely perfect right now,” Cillian said, keeping your hands in his as he stroked your knuckles with his thumb, “But I need you.”

You froze, “Need?”

Cillian looked down, laughing, before he set his eyes back on you, “Yes. I fucking need you, darling.”

You needed him to spell it out for you. So, you looked at him, puzzled. Cillian’s hands moved to your hips, pulling you onto his lap. 

“So,” Cillian massaged your skin through your comfy pants, “What about me were you thinking of?”

“How proud I am of you and how good you look in these sweatpants,” you blushed.

Your mind was swimming from the wine, and you knew you were treading in dangerous waters by being so outrightly flirty with your best friend. But you no longer cared because he was now flirty with you, too.

“Ah,” Cillian smiled, “I knew there was something naughty floating around up here,” he carded his fingers through your hair, scratching at your scalp playfully.

“And how did you know, exactly?” you wondered out loud.

“I see how you look at me,” Cillian whispered, pulling his hands from your hair and putting them back on your hips, “With a burning desire.”

You gulp nervously. Was it that obvious?

“Is that so?” you quirk an eyebrow, your shaky voice shrouding any faux confidence you were displaying.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Cillian leans into the side of your head, his lips brushing your ear as he presses his hips into your core; the feeling of him hardening underneath you makes your skin prickle, “I feel the same way about you.”

“Really?” your voice cracks, and you inwardly wince at your nervousness.

“Really,” Cillian replies, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear, his tongue gliding down until he reaches your lobe, gently nibbling on the flesh.

Your hands that were by your side, afraid they’d shake, slowly wrapped around Cillian’s neck. He travels down your neck, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses as he occasionally licks your skin, relishing in your scent and taste. You give your hips an experimental swivel, and Cillian groans into your neck as he grows harder against your clothed core. He begins to toy with the hem of your shirt, sliding his hands underneath the fabric to feel your warm skin.

You wordlessly remove your shirt, tossing it to the floor. Cillian tries his best to keep his eyes glued to yours instead of letting them roam your body. But when you let your hands wander behind your back to unclasp your bra, Cillian fails at his task. His palms move from your sides to your bare breasts, his thumbs brushing against your nipples, causing them to harden. You moan quietly at the feeling, and he repeats the action. Cillian squeezes your breasts as he toys with them, your back arching in pleasure. Before you can react, Cillian latches his warm mouth onto one of your nipples, provoking you to let out a whimper as he laps at the bud with his tongue. 

Without much thought, you grind down on him. This elicits a moan from Cillian, causing a vibration against your delicate skin. While his mouth is on one nipple, his fingers play with the other, and every few seconds, he’ll switch which one is rolled by his teeth. Your hands find Cillian’s hair, but only for a moment. He tugs at your pants, and you slide off his lap to remove them in haste. While you do so, Cillian slips off his shirt and sweatpants, and you can’t help but notice the bulge in his underwear. It’s been a while since your last sexual endeavor, and you hope he can fit inside you.

Cillian pulls you back onto his lap, and the thin fabric of your underwear is the only barrier between him and you. You put your hands on his chest as you bare down on his cock, bucking your hips back and forth. Cillian grips your hips softly as he guides you along him, his eyes cloudy with lust as he stares into yours, also clouded with desire. Cillian halts your movements. If you keep going, he’s going to cum in his underwear. You hover over him as he pulls down his last item of clothing, and you hurriedly shimmy yours off as well. Resuming your previous position, you grind your clit against Cillian’s hardened cock, feeling yourself grow wetter. Cillian bites his lip as he watches you pleasure yourself on him.

It doesn’t last long, however. Cillian pulls you up so he can place his tip against your entrance.

“Is this good?” he asks, his fingernails tracing shapes on your hips.

“This is great,” you smile, placing your hand on the back of his neck, “I want this.”

Cillian presses his fingertips into the flesh on your thighs as he pushes himself into you slowly. You sigh as the feeling of fullness burns delightfully until he’s fully seated inside you. You bite your lip as you adjust to Cillian’s girth. It’s everything you had hoped for in your imagination.

“You’re so tight,” Cillian groans, his head leaning back on the top of the couch, but his eyes are still level with yours, “Feels so good.”

You wiggle your hips to move him further into you, and you both moan at the feeling. Cillian pulls out slightly before pushing back in, gaining a rhythm as your wet cunt welcomes him, his length moving in and out of you with ease. You move your body along with his, grinding your hips on his as you fuck. Your head is nothing but lustful mush from the wine and the feeling of Cillian dragging inside you. Cillian isn’t far off, his brain buzzing from the alcohol and how you clench around him with every thrust.

Cillian grasps your breasts as you begin bouncing on his cock, your heavy breathing and moans making him desperate to cum inside you. He has always wondered how it would feel to fill you up with his cum, whether it be your cunt or your mouth. Soon, he won’t have to wonder. 

“I’m gonna cum, Cill,” you whine, your hips stuttering from the exertion.

“Gonna cum on my cock, doll?” Cillian groans, driving his length into you even faster, “Want me to cum inside? Hmm?”

“Yes,” you whimper without missing a beat, “Please cum in me, I want you to fill me up,”

“Good girl,” Cillian sighs, feeling himself grown closer to his orgasm.

You cum a lot quicker than expected, thanks to Cillian’s praise. You tremble as you fuck yourself on his cock until your body goes limp. You allow Cillian to continue, purposefully clenching around him to spur him on.

“Fuck,” Cillian curses, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, Cillian,” you purr, bouncing your overstimulated cunt along his throbbing cock.

With one final thrust, Cillian spills into you with a gasp. You’re both sweaty, out of breath, and high with bliss. You can’t help but laugh.

“What?” Cillian’s face breaks into a smile, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head, “I just wasn’t expecting this to happen tonight, is all. I’m glad it did, though.”

Cillian moves your hair out of your face, “Me too.”

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Let’s keep this going….is that a hint of a happy trail of hair @-@

Loving the red boxers!

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How I Pictured Mister Roger’s and Robert

When was the last time you had a moment to stop and just breathe?

Check this story by @tommyshelby87 to understand how important it is to stand still and just breathe.

You….Are….Worthy

Robert and mister Rogers

Hey everyone, I wrote a short story about Robert meeting mister Rogers, which I think would be very wholesome and sweet :3 I would love to know what you all think!

Robert Fischer let out an annoyed sigh when the elevator stopped abruptly. He knew that it might take a while before the elevator would be on its way again, there have been problems with it for weeks now. He kept pressing buttons, hoping to jig it awake but it was no use. He growled in frustration and glanced at his watch.

“It might be a while, we should relax and take a breather,” an elderly man in a red cardigan and sneakers said in a soft voice.

Robert turned to face him, he hadn’t even registered that there had been someone in the elevator with him, busy as he was.

“Oh..eh…yes…I guess that’s true. But I have an important meeting to get to…” he stammered, checking his watch again.

The man smiled at him and shrugged. “Nothing we can do about it, I’m afraid.”

Robert huffed and started to pace around. “I’m not someone that gives up easily,” he said in an annoyed voice and got his phone out, cursing when he noticed that he had no reception.

Again he started to slam on the elevator buttons, getting more and more agitated. “Go damn it!”

The other man stepped closer and put a hand on Roberts shoulder. “Come on, step away from the buttons, over here,” he said softly but firmly as he led Robert to the other part of the elevator.

“I have things to do, I can’t just stand around and…and…do nothing!” Roberts said in an agitated manner, even though he did follow the other man into the other corner.

“ Son, you are working too hard. Take a breather. Think of something that makes you smile.”

Robert scoffs. “I don’t have time to smile.”

The man tilted his head, looking concerned. “You don’t have time to smile? But what could be more important than that?”

Robert stared at him in disbelief then snorted in derision. “You think my father build this company by smiling? That I can keep it running with a grin? Doesn’t work that way in the real world, I’m afraid.”

The man smiled at him. “Ah Robert Fischer. Nice to meet you. I’m Fred Rogers.” He held out his hand and Robert reluctantly shook it. “A pleasure to meet you, mister Rogers. I take it you don’t work here?”

The man chuckled. “Oh no, no, I’m just here to see someone, that’s all.”

“So you have no idea of the things that are on the line here, of the deals I have to make, the deadlines I need to follow..” Robert listed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You know what the most important thing in the world is to me right now, Robert” Mister Rogers asked him kindly.

Robert scoffed. “Do tell.”

“Talking to Robert Fischer,” the man answered.

For a few moments, Robert was taken aback. Something about the kindness of this man struck a chord with him. He didn’t want anything from him, he didn’t need anything from him.

He didn’t make Robert worry, he didn’t scold him for missing a meeting, he wanted to talk to him. Even more so, talking to him was the most important thing to him. Tears filled Robert’s eyes and he looked away with a sob.

“I’m sorry..I..” he muttered, embarrassed to the core. “It’s alright, Robert. You’ve been working hard, haven’t you?” Mister Rogers said as he put a hand on Robert’s shoulder.

“Very hard..it’s…it’s all I do. I have to make my father proud,” Robert rasped.

“I bet your father is very proud of you. Just for being you.”

Robert shook his head. “Then you don’t know my father. My mother died when I was eleven years old. ‘Robert, there's really nothing to be said.’ I was eleven,” he bitterly recalls.

Mister Rogers frowns and thinks it over.

“When we love a person, we accept him or her exactly as is: the lovely with the unlovely, the strong with the fearful, the true mixed in with the façade, and of course, the only way we can do it is by accepting ourselves that way. Maybe…maybe your father struggled with that. And that doesn’t make you feel any better of course but…but I think that your father loves you. To the best of his capabilities,” he finally says.

Mister Rogers smiles as he sees that Robert is struggling with a response.

"I'm proud of you for the times you came in second, or third, or fourth, but what you did was the best you had ever done."

Robert starts to cry. Mister Rogers holds him, stroking his back soothingly. “There, there, neighbour. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” Robert rasped and he meant it.

With all his heart.

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@lau219 you did this series you are my hero!

From neighbors to lovers

What let’s not let the past block us

If you want Emmett your neighbor

Check out this series:

Won’t you be my neighbor?

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 18 (Final)

***!!!Mature sexual content. 18+ readers ONLY. Minors, DNI!!!***

Previous part here

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“Mom! Have you seen my baseball glove? I can’t find it anywhere!”

Henry’s voice calling out sounded through the house from the back door, and Y/N made her way through the living room and into the kitchen as she answered him.

“It’s already in the car, kiddo,” she called back out to him, and then lowered her voice to a normal volume as she entered the kitchen and saw him standing in the back hallway. “Do you have everything else?”

“Yeah,” he replied with a nod.

“Where’s Max?” Y/N asked.

“He’s putting his bike away. I told him to grab the bats.”

“Ok, perfect,” Y/N replied with a nod of her own. She then turned to make for her car keys, but stopped when her phone suddenly began to ring, reaching in her back pocket.

“It’s Dad,” she then said to Henry as she held her phone in her free hand and looked down at the screen before then looking back up at him. “You and Max get the bats and everything else in the car and then we’ll go,” she said as she looked up at him again. “I’ll be right there.”

“Ok,” Henry replied with another enthusiastic nod. He grabbed her keys out of the dish on the table and then he turned and went back outside.

Looking down again, Y/N tapped the icon to answer the call and then lifted the phone to her ear.

“Hey,” she said with a smile.

“Hey, yourself,” came Emmett’s voice, obviously also smiling. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to pick up; I figured you guys would already be on your way to the game.”

“We’re just about to leave,” Y/N confirmed as she cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder and walked across the kitchen, using her free hand to open the refrigerator. “Are you there already?”

“No,” Emmett replied. “I’m leaving the shop now, but I wanted to call really quick. How’s Sadie doing?”

Smiling lovingly down at the baby on her hip as she reached into the fridge and retrieved the bottle of milk, Y/N replied as she closed the door and turned back around.

“She’s much better today. The doctor called and confirmed it’s just a minor ear infection and that she’ll continue to feel better each day, so nothing to worry about.”

“Good,” Emmett replied, feeling relieved as he made his way to his car and then opened the door. “Do you need me to stop at the store and pick anything up on my way? Did you get more diapers?”

“Oh, crap! I forgot to get some when we all went to the store earlier,” Y/N replied. “We got distracted in the cookie aisle.”

Emmett chuckled.

“I’ll pick some up on my way to the game,” he said.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Y/N replied then, pretending it was Sadie talking, and Emmett smiled.

“Sadie, did Mommy get the cookies?” he asked, playing along. “That’s the most important thing.”

“Yes, I got the cookies,” Y/N said in her own voice, smiling as she adjusted Sadie on her hip and looked at her. “But Daddy doesn’t get any, right?”

At that, Sadie made a cooing noise that sounded a lot like she was agreeing with Y/N, and she and Emmett both laughed as he heard it through the phone.

“She’s only six months old and you’re already turning her against me?” Emmett said jokingly. “Unbelievable.”

“Oh, relax,” Y/N replied with a smile. Then she lowered her voice slightly before continuing, even though the boys were outside and the baby couldn’t understand what she was saying. “Stop complaining, and I’ll give you your own very special cookie later on,” she said suggestively.

Emmett paused in the driver’s seat as he was about to shift the car into reverse.

“You shouldn’t talk that way around children,” he said, the lust in his voice still obvious even as he pretended to be stern.

“So, you don’t want a cookie, then?” Y/N responded with a giggle. “Sadie, Daddy doesn’t want a cookie.”

“Watch it, princess,” Emmett replied then. “You can’t use our daughter as a buffer for when you decide to get smart. You’ll still be in trouble.”

Giggling again, Y/N was about to reply, but then Henry called from the driveway.

“Mom! Come on! We’re gonna be late!”

“I’m coming!” she called after pulling back from the phone for a second. Then she spoke into the phone again as she turned back to the counter and grabbed the diaper bag.

​“I gotta go,” she said to Emmett as she carried Sadie towards the back door. “Just look for us when you get there. We’ll sit where we always sit.”

​“Ok, sounds good,” Emmett replied. “I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

​“I love you, too,” Y/N said warmly, then spoke for Sadie again. “Bye, Daddy.”

​“Bye, girls,” came Emmett’s reply, the smile never having left his face.

•.•.•.•.•

​“My God, she just gets more adorable every time I see her!”

​Y/N smiled as she passed Sadie over to Jackie, who she’d met up with upon getting to the baseball game. Now that Max was also playing this year, Jackie was handing down to them a bunch of her son’s older gear that was too small for him now.

​“I know,” Y/N said, still smiling. “It almost hurts to look at her. You know, she made this face today that was so stinking cute I almost died.”

​Jackie laughed and shook her head and she smiled down at Sadie, then looked back up at Y/N.

​“Well, believe me, those moments will only continue to happen, so just make sure you have plenty of memory on your phone for all the photos.”

​“I know. Emmett and I have already had to buy extra storage on our phones, like, five times, and she’s only six months old,” Y/N laughed. “And the boys are constantly stealing our phones to take even more pictures of themselves with her or record something. It’s so sweet.”

​“So, they’re still enjoying having a little sister?”

​“Oh, gosh, they are completely enamored! Talk about so sweet that it almost hurts. Henry is constantly checking on her and will hold her for hours at a time, and Max is always trying to make her laugh and gives her about a hundred kisses a day. They’re so good with her.”

​Jackie grinned again.

​“And what about Emmett?”

​At that, Y/N smiled even bigger, shaking her head.

​“I can’t even talk about that, or I’m seriously going to cry. Every day I think I’ve finally built up a tolerance to seeing him with her, and then something else happens that just makes me melt. He is wrapped around her finger.”

​Laughing, Jackie passed Sadie back to Y/N, Y/N replacing her on her hip and lovingly cradling the back of her head.

​“It seems like just yesterday you guys dating was the newest gossip around town. And now, so much has happened since then.” Jackie paused and then shook her head in disbelief. “Crazy how time flies, huh?”

​“I know, it’s hard to believe, isn’t it?” said Y/N, shaking her head and smiling as she looked up.

​It was true – in just a year and a half, so much had changed.

While not easy to navigate by any means, the aftermath of Norah’s last departure hadn’t been nearly as bad as either Emmett or Y/N had expected. While the boys were disappointed and full of questions about her departure, they were actually most concerned about what was going to happen between Emmett and Y/N.

Both Max and Henry had sought repeated reassurance that although Norah was out of the picture, Y/N was still very much in it, and the relief Y/N would see on their faces each time she and Emmett assured them that she wasn’t going anywhere nearly broke her heart. Just when she thought she couldn’t love those boys any more than she already did, she was proven wrong when they both had voiced that they loved her, too. She promised them that she would always be there for them, and she knew the bond with them was as strong as it would be if they were her biological children.

Not wanting to make any other major changes too quickly, Emmett had planned to wait a bit longer to ask Y/N to marry him, but it was only a couple weeks after Norah had left that the boys had once again asked if he and Y/N were going to get married. With their repeated insistence that they wanted it to happen, Emmett had asked her shortly thereafter, and of course, she’d immediately said yes.

Deciding to forgo a big wedding, they’d planned a small but lovely ceremony with their closest friends and family, and since it wasn’t anything extremely over the top that took endless weeks of planning, they’d gotten married only two months after Emmett proposed. At first, Y/N was also concerned about making any changes too quickly, but after the boys had begun calling her “Mom” upon she and Emmett’s engagement, she knew everything was going to be alright. She also knew that that title was something she’d forever cherish, especially when Emmett told her that the boys had told him that they’d considered her their mom for a long time before that.

But the title of mother was once again on its way, although much sooner than expected. While they’d began trying for a baby right after they got married, both Y/N and Emmett expected it to take several months. Needless to say, it was a shock – albeit a very happy one – when Y/N had immediately gotten pregnant within a few weeks of the wedding. Once again nervous about such a quick change, they were worried about telling the boys, but it was a pointless worry, as both Henry and Max were completely elated at the knowledge that they were going to be big brothers.

But their happiness couldn’t top Y/N’s or Emmett’s, and when Y/N had told Emmett she was pregnant, he had held her with his hands on her stomach for a good hour before finally letting her go so she could call her parents and tell them the news. She’d been incredibly nervous in the beginning, worried that something would go wrong, but as the weeks passed and everything unfolded as it was supposed to, she was finally able to relish the idea that she was having a baby, something that she’d always wanted. The fact that it was with Emmett was the absolute icing on the cake, and she only loved him more each day as she thought about how, with him, she had everything else she’d ever wanted as well. How excited Emmett was only made it even sweeter, as he was completely thrilled when they found out they were having a girl.

For her entire pregnancy, Emmett had savored watching Y/N with love and pride, seeing the evidence of their child growing inside her as her stomach grew, and knowing that with her, things were now how they should be. She’d given him everything he could want, and he loved her more each day for it. What they had together was incredibly special, and that bled into everything else, too. They had each other, they had the boys, and now, they had this new baby on the way, making their family complete.

But the pregnancy happening sooner than expected also meant that finding a new house was now the priority. But after two months of looking, they hadn’t found anything that was quite right, and so they ultimately decided to build.

The stress had been high, as they were in the midst of completing the process of Y/N’s officially adopting the boys as well while trying to manage the home construction and the move, wanting to wrap everything up before the baby arrived. Somewhat surprisingly, but to their relief, Norah had signed off on officially forfeiting her parental rights. Shockingly, she’d agreed to do so without argument, and both Y/N and Emmett liked to think that something from what they’d said to her back when she’d left had hit home and made her realize that it was for the best. Regardless, they were incredibly pleased with her cooperation and weren’t going to question it, and the adoptions were official soon thereafter.

To top it all off, in the whirlwind of everything else, and then having only just moved into the new house after a little over 7 months of construction, the baby had decided to make her appearance a month and a half ahead of schedule.

They weren’t exactly sure why Y/N had gone into labor so early, but of course, the initial reaction had been panic. After hearing everything Emmett and Y/N had been juggling, the doctor chalked the early delivery up to stress, but fortunately, although early, Sadie had been declared completely healthy, and everyone felt immense relief upon her being given the all-clear. After two weeks in the NICU for monitoring and to get her weight up, they’d been able to take her home, and Y/N and Emmett had finally been able to breathe a sigh of relief in having all the previous stress behind them, and getting through everything like they did had only brought them closer.

Thinking back on it all, it was so hard to believe that it was early September and Sadie was now six months old already. Just as Jackie had said, the time had flown by, and Y/N found it amusingly ironic that she was standing in the middle of the exact same ballpark where she and Emmett had had their snarky little argument in the very beginning, and now, here she stood, holding their baby.

“Mom!” Max suddenly called out, and Y/N looked over her shoulder to where he stood several yards away. “Can I go sit with Jake until my team plays?”

“Sure, kiddo,” Y/N answered. “But make sure you’re paying attention for when your coach calls you guys up.”

Max nodded.

“I will,” he replied, and then he ran off to join his friend at the far end of the bleachers.

Smiling as she turned back around and adjusted Sadie on her hip, Y/N spoke to Jackie once more.

“I should get seated and give this one her bottle,” she said. “But let me know when you’re free for a girls’ night. I want to plan something with you, Melissa, and Stacy again sometime soon.”

“Just name the place and I’m there,” Jackie replied, and they laughed again before parting ways.

After making her way up the bleachers with Sadie and the diaper bag in tow, Y/N sat down and was just about to give her a bottle when she happened to glance up and saw Emmett making his way across the parking lot towards them. She lifted her free hand in a wave at him to get his attention, but he’d already spotted her, and he smiled as he kept walking.

Seeing Y/N with Sadie was something that would never cease to cause the most wonderful stab of emotion in Emmett’s chest. It was the exact same way he felt every time he saw her with the boys, and as Henry and Max called out greetings to him as they noticed him arriving while they got ready to play, he called back to each of them, unable to stop smiling as he thought about his awesome boys, his sweet baby girl, and the absolutely amazing woman he got to call his wife.

His chest nearly caved in again as he made his way to Y/N on the bleachers and she beamed a smile up at him. As he stopped in front of her, they shared a greeting before he bent down to give her a quick kiss before taking a seat beside her.

“So, the doctor said she’s ok, huh?” Emmett asked after he sat and then turned to Y/N.

“Yeah, just fine,” Y/N replied with a nod.

“Is that true?” Emmett then said to Sadie, looking at her and then gently taking her from Y/N. He held her up in front of him and gave her a kiss on her chubby little cheek. “How’s my little girl?” he said warmly, and when she gave a squeal of delight, Emmett smiled.

“Why do you have her in the zip-up?” he asked Y/N then as he sat Sadie down on his leg and held her there, noticing she was in the sleep sack they usually only put on her at night.

“Because she’s been kicking her legs around like crazy today, and I didn’t want her to accidentally knock anyone in the back of the head while we sit here,” Y/N said with amusement.

Emmett laughed.

“She never stops moving,” he said.

“I know,” Y/N replied with a smile. “When I picked her up at daycare, they said she’d made it all the way across the room after they’d only turned their backs for a second to get her pacifier.”

“You must be hungry after all that exercise,” Emmett said, looking down at Sadie as he bounced her on his leg. Then he looked back to Y/N. “Did you already feed her?”

“No, I was just about to,” Y/N replied. She reached into the diaper bag and pulled out the full bottle, Emmett then reaching for it. Y/N watched adoringly as he rested Sadie back against his front and began feeding her, quietly speaking to her as he did. Her little hands alternated between waving around and grabbing onto the bottle, Emmett holding it for her in one hand while keeping her steadily upright with the other.

Just as she’d told Jackie, Y/N could never get over seeing Emmett and Sadie together, and she just watched them for several moments, Emmett not even realizing as he looked forward and watched Henry’s game begin while continuing to feed her. Of course, just as he was with the boys, he was an amazing father, and watching him with the baby they’d made together just pushed every single emotional button she had. She felt so fortunate to finally have everything she’d ever wanted, and while the journey they’d been on to get here had been rocky at points, she wouldn’t trade it for anything, the wonderful children and the incredible man she now called her husband making every moment worth it.

With Sadie’s bottle almost empty, Y/N leaned over and lifted the bib around her neck to wipe the dribbled milk from her chin. Looking down, Emmett adjusted the bottle to help her get the last of what was inside.

“You look really sexy right now, you know that?” Y/N said quietly to Emmett as she leaned in closer again to take the empty bottle. “Talk about a DILF.”

Turning his head and looking at her, she could immediately see the heat behind his eyes.

“I thought I told you, you shouldn’t talk that way around children,” he said, pretending to be stern as he replied, his voice low.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I take it back then,” Y/N teased him quietly as she shrugged her shoulders. “After all, you did say you didn’t want a cookie, so I guess I should have known better. Oh well.”

“I never said that,” Emmett replied, then leaned in closer to her neck and spoke even lower in her ear. “In fact, I was thinking how beautiful you look as I was walking up here. But if you’re gonna keep acting like this, then later tonight, I’ll make you sorry you offered that cookie in the first place.”

Y/N leaned into him more.

“Promise?” she said sensually and looked into his eyes again, but they were interrupted when everyone around them started cheering at a ball Henry’s team had just hit, Sadie joining in on the excitement as she squealed loudly and wiggled in Emmett’s grasp. They also suddenly saw Max approaching, running up the bleachers to grab his bottle of sports drink from the diaper bag.

“Count on it,” Emmett said with a raise of his eyebrows, and they quickly kissed before Max reached them.

“Dad, can I have some money for another drink?” Max asked, looking at Emmett.

“That bottle in your hand hasn’t even been opened yet,” Emmett said to him with an amused smile.

“This one’s for Henry. It was the last one we had, and Mom said I could buy my own when we got here.”

Emmett smiled even bigger. He would never get over the happiness he felt in hearing the boys call Y/N “Mom.”

“You mean you and Henry don’t want to share that one?” he asked then, teasing Max.

“Eww! No!” Max replied. “Gross!”

Both Y/N and Emmett laughed, and Emmett passed Sadie over to Y/N and then reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

“Did she also tell you that if we buy you a drink now, you have to pay us back double what I give you for it?”

“What?!” Max said, looking up from letting Sadie grab his finger. He then turned his head to Y/N for verification if that was the truth, and she gave him a wink and shook her head, making Emmett smile at the look of relief on Max’s face.

“Get outta here,” he said to Max fondly as he handed him the money. “Your team’s up next, so you better hurry up if you’re gonna buy that drink.”

After Max had run off again, Y/N spoke, looking down at Sadie and kissing the top of her head as she adjusted her on her lap.

“Daddy’s so mean, isn’t he?” she said teasingly with a smile on her face.

Emmett smiled back, lifting the pacifier clip on Sadie’s zip-up and placing the pacifier in her mouth before looking at Y/N, feigning sympathy as he answered her.

“Sorry, girls,” he said. “You’re stuck with me.”

•.•.•.•.•

“Oh, God, Emmett…fu— ahhh!…Em, please!”

“You better keep it down. Wouldn’t want you to wake up the kids before I let you finish.”

Emmett’s lips skimmed Y/N’s ear and he spoke lowly as he continued stroking her with one hand, his body hovering over hers as his fingers expertly pumped in and out of her and teased her clit while he used his other hand to hold her hip beneath him. When he slipped his thumb to her crown and massaged her bud again, Y/N tried to contain her whimper as her hand flew up and she roughly grabbed the back of Emmett’s head, twisting her fingers in his hair and pulling his face to hers.

As their lips connected, Emmett groaned, feeling the tug of Y/N’s fingers and the desperation in her kiss as she thrusted up against his hand. He deepened the kiss and stroked her again when she lowered her hands down his front and ran them up his bare chest.

“Then make me finish,” Y/N breathed out as their lips parted, and she reached down between them. But just as her palm was about to wrap around his cock, Emmett grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“I was the only one promised a cookie tonight, princess,” he said, tormenting her. “Whether or not you get yours depends on how generous I’m feeling.” He stroked her again and she had to bite his shoulder, and Emmett had to stifle his own volume when he felt her teeth on his skin.

“Em…” she moaned again as she opened her mouth and arched off the mattress. “Please! I need you!”

Her desperate begging never failed to drive him crazy, and Emmett groaned as their lips met again. As Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and whined as she felt his cock brush against her, Emmett gripped her leg under her knee and pushed her leg upwards, opening her up to him as their lips parted. Looking down at her, their eyes met, and Y/N ran her hand through his hair again as he spoke.

“I’m right here, baby,” he said lovingly, his voice suddenly gentle.

When Y/N looked up at him, her heart skipped a beat, and then her eyes were squeezed shut seconds later as the amazing bliss of Emmett filling her rippled through her body.

Right before he felt the insane pleasure of slipping inside her, Emmett caught the look in Y/N’s eyes, and it mirrored exactly how he felt.

It was the same adoration that accompanied them every time, each of them relishing in the fact that they’d gotten to where they were and that they had each other. And as each of them thought about what the other had given them, it just solidified the fact that this was how it was supposed to be.

Just as they neared the edge, Y/N lifted her hand to Emmett’s face, stroking his jaw as she pulled away from his lips and met his eyes.

“I love you so much,” she said to him softly.

Emmett’s heart pounded.

“I love you so much,” he said, shaking his head and brushing her hair off her cheek. “Completely perfect.”

Later on, they were still basking in the afterglow in the dark room when Y/N heard Emmett chuckle behind her.

“What?” she asked him quietly, the curious amusement evident in her voice.

“Nothing,” Emmett replied, the smile obvious in his voice as well. “I was just thinking about how ironic it is that you went from throwing bottles at my head, to marrying me and we now have a 6-month-old daughter.”

Rolling over and giving him a smile, Y/N giggled before she replied.

“I was actually thinking the exact same thing earlier today,” she said. “But may I remind you that you weren’t always a dream neighbor, either? I believe it was you who woke me up every Saturday at 7:00 a.m. with your lawn mower.”

Emmett smiled.

“Yeah, and after that particular morning, I wasn’t sure what had me more annoyed: the fact that you were throwing trash at me, or the fact that that nightgown of yours wasn’t completely see-through.”

Y/N giggled again.

“Well, if you still have lingering frustration about that, we can find some trash for you to throw at me tomorrow, and then we’ll call it even,” she said.

Emmett grinned.

“I think I’ll get up extra early and mow the lawn instead.”

“You could,” Y/N replied, scooting even closer to him as Emmett wrapped his arm around her waist. “But that’s not really gonna be an effective form of revenge.”

“Why not?” Emmett asked amusedly.

Smiling, Y/N leaned in and gave him a small kiss before she answered.

“Because now, because of what it caused, the noise of a lawn mower is pretty much my favorite sound in the whole world.”

Laughing then, Emmett shifted, unable to do anything other than smile as he wrapped his arm more tightly around Y/N and then leaned in to kiss her once more.

Yes, he thought, this was definitely how it was supposed to be.

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When you find out Robert Fischer’s kink

POV

😺🛏️💌⛓️ for Tommy, Neil, and Robert

Link to asks sorry this took so long! Wanted to give it my best and work has been crazy

Tommy:

😺 how they eat the pussy:

Eats it like he'd love to drown in you. Makes out with it a little. If Tommy is in the mood, he'll eat you out until he's all but falling asleep with his mouth on you. Likes to have his shoulders under your thighs with his hands gripping your hips. He eats you out when he wants softness, wants to forget everything; loses himself in the taste of you, your gentle hands in his hair, the hitching of your breath.

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

Tommy doesn't know how to ask for kindness. It grates like sandpaper on a wound. You have to be the one to initiate it. Lamps/lights low and fire banked. Undress him in the dim light, fingers skimming his bared skin. Hush him if he tries to talk. Lay him down and wrap yourself around him, gently cup the back of his head when and ignore the dampness of his cheeks when his face presses into your neck. You're his anchor.

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

I'm using modern Tommy for this answer, the rest are for him period.

Sending: doesn't. He'd text you that hes thinking about something you've done together or something he wants to do. "I want you as soon as you're home." "Are you thinking about last night? Can you still feel me, Love?"

Receiving: He checks his phone when he has time alone, no one needs to peek at who he's speaking to/what about. You're his girl. Responds in the same way he texts you. If you're naked in the photos he expects you to be nude when he gets home.

⛓️ kinky headcanon: we know the obvious one (choking). Likes to be slapped by his wife every now and then, have her grip his chin and force him to look at her. Accidentally finds out he has an oral fixation. You'd fucked his mouth with your fingers once just to see what happened and he came without being touched.

Neil:

😺 how they eat the pussy

Neil wants you to sit on his face and be directed verbally or with your hand in his hair. He wants to be surrounded by you. He wants you bossy.

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

Neil's a true lover boy. Sleepy lights-peeking-through-the-blinds morning sex. Most of the time you're the one initiating, grinding back on his morning wood until he's awake enough to slip inside. If he's the big spoon he's got a hand shoved up your shirt cupping a tit. If you're jetpacking kissing the back of his neck and sliding a hand into his pj pants is a sweet treat for him.

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

(Few years post-canon because that boy deserves better quality nudes)

Sending: Since he's been established as someone who wouldn't take advantage of someone (the bare minimum) he wouldn't send unsolicited nudes. I think he'd want to send dick pics comparing his size to random things because you'd find it funny. I say this as someone who's seen a dick pic where it's compared to an x-box controller.

Receiving: Neil has to go into the bathroom or his office to immediately jerk off. Jeans barely pulled down and biting the palm of the hand not fisting his cock to keep quiet.

⛓️ kinky headcanon:

Loves to roleplay losing his virginity. Wants you to "teach him" what feels good, where to kiss, what to say, how to make you cum. Neil could roleplay his "first" with you forever and it'd never get old.

Robert:

😺 how they eat the pussy:

Kneeling for you. His favorite is when you sit on the couch with pillows behind you (he's sweet and doesn't want your back to hurt) and scoot towards the edge. He'll put/keep his hands wherever you want them. Everything he does is to please you.

🛏️ soft sex headcanon:

Robbie's favorite position is his partner straddling his lap with both of you sitting up. His back against the couch/headboard with you pressed up against his chest. Lots of eye contact, noses brushing, hands cupping his jaw/in his hair/arms around his neck. No position beats getting to see the minute shifts of your expression, sharing breath, feeling you smile as you press closer like you want to crawl into his body.

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon:

Robbie would only send them if he was explicitly asked. I headcanon that he's embarrassed even jerking off due to going to boarding school and living in a house full of maids/his nanny/the revolving door of his father's business associates. If he had established with his partner it's something they like he'd ask if he could send one in case they're in public. He keeps his face out of them and has to be encouraged to expose more than him barechested in boxers.

Robbie would be embarrassed about how much he likes receiving a nude from his partner. Home alone? Still pink cheeked and looking around as if someone was there to see him enjoying them. Thanks his partner and semi shamefully jerks off to them; like I mentioned above I think he has complicated feelings about enjoying things sexually.

⛓️ kinky headcanon:

I have something I'm in the process of writing (and it's a goal to write it and post it this year!) a professional Dom/service submissive Robbie story.

Dynamic wise - I think Robbie craves giving up control; he wants to be taken care of and devote his life to taking care of his partner. He hates being in charge, he hates the idea of running the company and he would love to be a homemaker.

Kink wise - Tie between impact play and praise. Robbie loves a firm hand (literally and figuratively) and has daily maintenance spankings. He prefers the intimacy of being laid over a lap and spanked bare handed. However, he also likes thuddy floggers or an occasional paddling. Robbie loves to be praised but wants to earn it. Being called a good/sweet boy has him warm all over. Being praised for making a good meal for his partner or told he took his spanking so well makes his day.

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What can an agent do when temptation is right in front of you ? Ans: Don’t Ruin It….

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By writer @cillianmesoftlyyy

Don't Ruin It | Agent Lenny Miller x fem!Reader

summary: Sexual tension comes to a head (literally) when a younger female agent (you) makes a move on her superior agent, Lenny Miller, after a successful undercover mission.

warnings: Infidelity, power-imbalance, hazy consent, praise and dubious humiliation, smut.

word count: 3,300k

ONE SHOT! Who would’ve guessed…

Taking What's Not Yours- TV Girl 🎶

That's so True- Gracie Abrams 🎵

You were partners. Partners. And he was married. Married. There were so many fucking ethical reasons why you shouldn’t but damn it all, you did. 

“I need your wire,” Agent Lenny Miller said over his shoulder as he sorted the equipment back into their cases. Your heart was still racing from the conclusion of your mission, your body was thrumming with adrenaline. You turned to face the hotel mirror and unzipped the back of your dress. When he was done with his brief task, Miller turned and after a moment of hesitation, approached you slowly. He clenched his jaw as he brushed the zipper away so that he could reach the mic-pack secured to the band of your bra. His pale fingers lingered an extra moment longer on the bare skin above and below the clasp as he pulled the pack off. He blinked his heavy eyelashes slowly, wetting his lips as he followed the wire up your back to your ear. His finger trailed over your skin, pretending to hold to the wire as his eyes glanced up to meet yours in the mirror. You removed the mic from your ear and turned back slowly to hand it to him. Miller looked down at you, still holding the pack, his heart racing too but his eyes deadly calm, keeping a level head just like a good agent would. Staring for a moment at the mic-pack, Miller finally exhaled slowly and nodded, taking the mic pack and wire. He switched the device off and looked back down at you again, face-to-face. 

You were a young agent, fresh out of training with an expertise in languages. Agent Lenny Miller was a senior agent, a typical dark, brooding type with attitude issues and a soft-spot for intelligent women. He was always arrogant, but it was because he was always right. God, it was so fucking infuriating. When he wasn’t smiling (which was most of the time), you could barely make out the beginnings of crows’ feet at each outside corner of his eyes. He was in his mid-forties, married with a son. He wasn’t technically your boss but that didn’t make it any more ethical. These were just the things you told yourself as he continued to look down at you with his pale blue eyes. 

He was standing with his feet shoulder-length apart and his jaw still painfully clenched. You reached around to the back of your dress and unzipped it all the way, your chest rising and falling quickly. Miller inhaled deeply as he saw what you were doing. Your black dress slowly slipped down your body to pool at your feet. He let himself look down at your body, covered only by your underwear. He stepped closer, just half a step, his lips falling open as he looked down at your lips. You rose onto the balls of your feet, offering your mouth but he inhaled sharply again and ran his hand over his mouth. 

Miller stepped back and turned. He walked to an armchair in the hotel room and sat down on the edge of the seat, his hands steepled. 

“Len-” you started but he held up a hand to stop you. 

“Shhh, don’t ruin it, don’t ruin it” he whispered gently and looked you over again from the chair across the room. You stood silently in your underwear for a moment until you felt brave enough to move your arms to undo your hair. Your hair fell around your shoulders and you ran your fingers through it, picking out the knots quickly. Once that was done, you looked back at the man and asked him point-blank. 

“Is it your wife?”

“Don’t ask me about her, Y/N.” He responded calmly, his hand still resting against his lips as he stared at you. You raise your chin slightly and inch closer until you're right in front of him. He looks up at you in appreciative silence, like he’s at an art gallery or the symphony. He lets you step between his knees and run your hands down the back of his head starting from the crown. His eyes close slowly and he sighs as your hands stroke his dark hair. 

“If only you knew…” you whispered as your other hand slid down his cheek. Agent Miller’s eyes opened and he smiled softly, leaning into your hand. 

“Know what?”

“How much I want you,” you answered breathlessly, your heart fluttering beyond beating. Miller chuckled in discomfort and inner turmoil. He shook his head and leaned back in the chair, out of reach of your hand. 

“You know as well as I do that we can’t do this, Y/L/N.” 

“Don’t talk like that.” You responded cooly, taking a step back as he watched you, his eyes helplessly trailing over your body. Miller leaned his chin against his closed hand, wetting his lips again as you put more distance between you. You could make out the half-hard bulge in his trousers that he tried to ignore. You two stared at each other for a minute on end, neither speaking as your eyes spoke to your individual desires. Finally, Miller sighed and reached out his hand, palm up and beckoning. 

“C’mere.”

His voice was gentle but sure, as if there were absolutely no hesitation behind his request. You waited another moment before finally stepping back between his legs. His arms opened, inviting you to sit on his lap. You sat on his upper thigh, within the cage of his arms. Miller used his other hand to pull your legs across his lap, so that you were sitting completely across his legs like a child. His open hand rubbed up and down your thigh furthest away from his chest, slipping all the way down to your calf. You looked down at him and exhaled shakily. 

“I-” he started but you pressed a finger against his lips, shushing him gently but firmly. 

“Don’t ruin it.” 

He smirked softly behind your finger and looked at your lips as you moved your head close to his. You dropped your finger and held the curve of his jaw instead, brushing your lips against his. The short stubble on his jaw tickled your fingers as you pushed them down his throat. His hand moved to hook around your waist and his lips fell open, responding to your tease. You exhaled shakily again, this time against his lips before finally kissing him. The kiss was so soft that your lips barely touched, barely moved. He looked up into your face, exhaling tightly before pulling you closer once again. You kissed again and just as softly as before. When you pulled away, you stared at each other in tense silence, the world around you was shrill like a static that separated you two from the rest of the world. 

“Do you want to stop?” You whispered, looking between his blue eyes and his button nose. He briefly pressed a finger against your lips, dismissing your question, before kissing you again. His kiss was harder, stronger, as if he’d finally made up his mind without saying so: he was going to fuck you because damn it, he wanted you so badly. His teeth caught your bottom lip and you moaned against him as your fingers found the buttons of his collared shirt. The process was slow but expertly coordinated as if you already knew each other’s bodies as well as your own. You unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his undershirt once each button slipped out of its eyelet hold. He wore the same undershirts that your dad used to wear beneath his dress shirts, the ones he wore to work, the similarity brought a strange sense of comfort as your hands felt the fabric beneath your hands. 

Miller pulled you to straddle his lap so that you were completely facing him on your knees. You rested your butt on his legs, waiting patiently until his shirt and undershirt were completely removed. He held his arms over his head so that you could pull the shirt away from his bare skin. Agent Lenny Miller was by no means a largely muscular man, he’d left his field days behind him, but he was still fit, still lean and handsome. His arms were still muscular and you could feel the tension of his muscles every time he moved them around you. You sat back, ending your kiss for a moment so that you could look down at his bare chest. His pectoral muscles were tight and defined, his stomach shallow and taught. There was a dusting of freckles across his pale chest and a thin line of dark hair beneath his bellybutton. You pressed your hand against his lower stomach and felt the muscle meet your hand as it tensed. He laid his hands on the chair’s armrests and watched you with a calm expression on his face. 

You slipped off his lap and opened his legs so that you could kneel between them. He ran his hand over his lips as he watched you, his eyes glued to you. You placed your hands on his knees and rose for a moment longer so that you could run your tongue across his collarbones. You dragged your tongue up his sternum, up to his throat, and ended at his jaw with a gentle nip. He shook once beneath you and groaned softly, so quietly that you barely heard it. When you returned to the place between his knees, his lips fell open in a helpless way, as if he were stuck in a trance. When his pants were undone, you ran your hand over his now-very-hard-cock and looked up into his eyes. 

“Go on then,” he whispered, smirking softly as if he were joking. You smiled and pulled down his boxers just enough to find his erection. When it sprang free, he groaned audibly and leaned his head back for a moment. You rolled your tongue around the head slowly, relishing the taste of his precum, showing you just how much he wanted you too. Your hand gripped his shaft and squeezed gently, making him jerk his hips. He cursed beneath his breath as you moved your mouth farther onto his cock. You sucked softly, just wanting to prep him, not to make him cum. His hands tightened on the armrests, his nails digging into the red leather upholstery. You took his cock as far as you could without gagging and rolled your tongue before bobbing up and down. 

“Ah fuck, girl. Slow, slow” he praised gently and closed his eyes as you sucked. When you could hear the distinct sounds of masculine whimpers, you stopped and looked back up at him. Miller exhaled tightly and ran his hand over your hair, fixing how it fell at the side of your face. His hand dropped to your shoulder and played with the soft skin there before pulling one of your bra straps off of your shoulder. You waited as he did the same to the other strap. He sighed as you stood slowly and stepped backwards towards the hotel bed, never used. Miller removed the last of his clothes and followed you slowly, his hand reaching out for your body. You let him pull you closer and kissed him as he felt for the clasp of your bra. He undid it easily and pulled it off of your arms so that he could feel your breasts. He nearly growled as he squeezed your breasts, feeling the hard nipple between his fingers. Miller picked you up easily and laid you back on the bed. He took your knees and pulled them apart so that he could stand between them. Still kissing you, he fit his hands beneath the bands of your thongs on your hips. His hands rubbed back and forth on your love-handles, in no rush to take off your underwear. 

“Turn over, agent Y/L/N,” he muttered against your lips. 

You nodded slowly, your lips starting to feel swollen and hot. You flipped over onto your stomach and felt his hands cup your butt before pulling down your underwear. He pulled them down your knees, over your calves, and off your ankles. 

“Look at you. Good girl…” he whispered and tossed the underwear to the side. You pushed your butt up, signaling your need for him. Miller chuckled briefly in understanding and spread your knees again with his hands. With one of his hands, he feels over your wet cunt and leans over you to nip your shoulder. 

When you moan he nods, “I know, I know. Me too.” 

His long, rough fingers teased you cruelly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Miller…” you whispered after a while of waiting and teasing. The senior agent smiled and leaned closer to your ear. 

“Patience, girl. It’s an agent’s best virtue.” 

You rolled your eyes and started to respond snippily before you felt him press against you, groaning. He pumped into you, hitting your ass with each quick gentle stroke. His hand that wasn’t being used to support his body went to your chin and pulled your head to lie flat on the side. 

“How does it feel?” He asked. 

“Hhha,” you tried to speak in a small breathless voice. He moved his hand back to your hip so that he could thrust deeper. 

“Mmm fuck, you’re tight,” he panted and moved faster, harder. You cried out in pleasure and arched your back as much as you can beneath his body. “Tell me when you’re close.” 

He groaned in pleasure as he found a good rhythm, your cunt gripping his cock better than his wife ever could. You moaned loudly, nearing yelling as he held you down and subjected you to the brutal honestly of his fucking. 

He leaned down over you to rub his lips against your smooth upper back. He kissed your shoulder blade and slowed his thrusts, savoring the intimacy of your bodies. He moved his hips forward in a slow and flexed manner, straddling the line between climax and continuity. 

“Good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” He muttered, his lips still barely touching your back. 

“Shit I’m close,” you whined, your thighs shaking out of your control. As soon as the words left your mouth, Miller pulled out and picked you up by your hips. Nearly cradling you in his arms, he swapped places with you and placed you on top of his freckled upper chest. 

“Sit,” he instructed calmly, “I’ll finish you off,” he gripped your thighs, waiting for you to move onto his face. You were panting and red in the face and it took a moment for you to realize what he was asking. With another reassuring nod from him, you shifted your body up and slowly lowered yourself down onto his face. You were skeptical and awkward until you felt his tongue glide over the lips of your sex. His nose rubbed against your clit as he sucked and lapped at your cunt. Your mouth fell open and your thighs immediately reacted by quivering. You placed your hands over his, still on your thighs, and cried out. 

“That’s it,” his voice was muffled but still clear as he felt your orgasm building again, “I won’t stop you this time.” 

Your body tried to jerk away from his mouth as your climax came on fast and strong but Miller kept you close to his lips. His arms didn’t let you leave even as you writhed from pleasure. You panted loudly, whining, until you finally orgasmed. Miller felt you orgasm against his mouth and waited until you had ridden it out before letting you pull away. You moved back enough for him to sit up. You were both panting and high on pleasure which made it impossible to speak. Miller looked you up and down, his way of asking if you were ok. You nodded softly and he nodded in return. 

“You didn’t finish,” you observed breathlessly, straddling his lap as he leaned against the headboard.

“No?” He raised a brow, pretending to be ignorant. 

“No, you didn’t.” 

“You’re observant, good for you agent Y/L/N,” he responded evenly, raising both of his brows so that his forehead creased into that judgmental look he did so well. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Already did. Try again,” he tilted his head to the side slightly and nearly smirked. His biceps curled as he ran his hands up and down your arms. When you cocked your eyebrow back, calling him out on his bullshit, he sighed and resigned. 

“That was for you, not for me,” he explained calmly, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Making me finish, you mean?” You asked slowly, your brows furrowed more. 

“Yes,” he nodded slowly and pursed his lips, “that was for you. I wanted to make you come.” 

“And now what?” 

“What do you mean?” Miller asked, confused. 

“What do we do now?”

“We put on our clothes and go back to doing our jobs,” he answered with a half-hearted shrug. You scowled and shook your head. 

“No.”

“No?” He repeated. 

“You want this too, as much as you try to deny it and shame me for it. I’m not just a pity-fuck. Look me in the fucking eyes and say that you didn’t want me,” your voice dropped and you grabbed his shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscles. He held your gaze calmly but his heart beat faster. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he considered his response. Deciding against words, Miller grabbed the back of your neck and forced you into a hard kiss. You were caught by surprise and moaned tightly as he pulled you close and found your tongue to suck on, delirious with passion. His hands wrapped around you and flipped you over where you were then lying on your back beneath him. 

“Fine, how’s this? I’ll look you in the eyes while I fuck you,” he growled and helped himself inside you. Like this, you could see his bright blue eyes as he held himself up over your body. He was already grunting and panting as he started to move back and forth. Both of your mouths fell open and you cried out in more pain than pleasure at this overstimulation. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, his thumb playing with the ridges of flexed muscles as you panted beneath him. His eyes only left you once when he dropped his head to your breasts to take one of your nipples between his teeth. He didn’t press hard, just enough to make you whimper. He flicked his large tongue over your breast, teasing the nipple with quick aggressive flicks. Your back arched and he growled in pleasure against your chest as he allowed himself to feel his orgasm. He returned his head to its original position so that he could watch your facial expression as he came. His mouth was open, his lips wet and pink. His cheeks hollowed everytime he panted, hitting your hips hard with his at the same time. He said nothing as he came, just slowed his thrusts, focusing instead on going as deeply as he could. His eyes closed and he shuttered, cumming inside you. 

When it was over, Miller remained fixed above you, his grip loosened around your neck. He traced his finger up and down your throat in a strange show of affection. 

“Alright?” Miller asked in a deep, heavy voice. You nodded and ran your hand over his chest. 

“You?”

“Alright.” He nodded once. You stared into each others’ eyes, panting and exchanging hot breath. 

“Alright,” you whispered. 

Another moment of silence passed. 

“Alright,” he repeated, staring now at your lips. Slowly, Miller inched closer. Slowly, your lips touched once more. 

Alright.

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I accept the challenge

Age- 35

Height- 5’5

Year- B.A Psychology 2012

Confidence- Be Reckless

Happiness- If you have to fight for it then you don’t have it.

Sexuality- Classified

Romantic- It’s a lot

Favorite Food- Peanut Butter

Favorite Show- Cops

Favorite Movie- Ghost

Favorite Artist - Music wise: Ice Spice Art Wise: Monet

Relationship Status- Self

Favorite Color- Yellow

Favorite Season- Fall and Summer

Followers- 39

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Age - You know

Height - 5’1 normally but 5’2 with shoes

Year - High school sophomore

Confidence - I don't like motivational essays. So I’m just gonna say that confidence is cool and all but you gotta translate your thoughts into action.

Happiness - It’s too complicated to try and explain right now

Sexuality - Ace

Romantic - Idk I’ll figure that out later

Favorite food - Barbecue chicken pizza (Portland is gonna be so mad)

Favorite show - Wheel of Fortune but if you want regular shows then Abbott Elementary

Favorite movie - GoodFellas, I’m a huge Martin Scorsese fan

Favorite Artist - Frida Kahlo

Relationship status - Single and don’t wanna mingle

Favorite color - Neon red or sky blue

Favorite season - Summer because no school but also fall because football and actually good weather

Followers - 22

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Nothing like a sexy bottom on a man…

Especially Thomas Shelby ❤️❤️❤️

Thomas 🍑 is my delight

@lau219 thank you all much you are the best delight

Who wants to dive into a fitting room fantasy?

Check this Story Out

Peaking on Thomas’s bottom like….

Standing Room Only

•• Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader ••

Another sexy little drabble at the request of @breakthestereo. Your suggestions have proven very inspiring! 😁

***!!!Mature sexual content. Minors, DNI!!!***

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“You have got to have the finest ass of any man alive,” Y/N said with an appreciative smile after she opened the door of the small fitting room and caught a glimpse of Tommy’s bare rear end.

He’d been pulling off the pair of pants he’d been trying on, and as he did so, his boxers had slipped down his hips as well, showing off a generous amount of his immaculate ass.

Standing at the partially opened door, Y/N was still staring admiringly at his backside as Tommy looked over his shoulder and then grinned as he saw the appreciative look on her face, her eyes still on his butt. Rather than pulling his boxers back up, he left them down where they’d slipped as he replied to Y/N.

“Always happy to give you a show, love,” he said. Then he turned around and grabbed Y/N’s wrists and quickly pulled her into the narrow fitting room with him, Y/N letting out a shriek of surprise as Tommy yanked her inside, the door slamming closed behind her. From the crook of her elbow, Tommy then plucked the other pair of pants she’d retrieved for him to try on and tossed them aside before grabbing Y/N’s waist and pushing her up against the wall.

“My only stipulation being that you earn your viewing rights, of course,” he then finished with a wicked grin as he began lowering the half-zip of her pullover and tugging down her leggings while hungrily planting his lips on hers.

“Tommy…” Y/N said, a little breathless and suddenly very needy between their heated kisses. But she laid her palms on his bare chest and weakly pushed against his pecs.

Despite her feeble attempts to stop him, however, Tommy continued on to remove Y/N’s bra and then tugged her leggings and panties the rest of the way off her. He then shucked his boxers all the way off from where they had still been sitting halfway down his ass, and he moved his lips from Y/N’s mouth to her neck as she spoke again.

“Tommy, we can’t,” she weakly protested as he sucked at her neck and pressed his now stiff cock against her. “Not here; we can’t.” She then released another little squeal as she attempted to move but ended up just sliding against the wall of the tiny fitting room, almost losing her balance.

“I’m going to fall over,” she said as she turned her head towards Tommy and her cheek brushed against the side of his head.

Lifting his head from her neck, Tommy once again pressed his cock against Y/N’s now bare pussy and looked into her eyes, the fiery amusement in his own gaze clearly evident.

“Should have thought about that before you decided to so shamelessly ogle my ass,” he said, once more with that devilish smile.

He then grabbed Y/N’s thigh and lifted her left leg to hook along his hip before grasping her hands and bringing them around behind his waist and lowering them to his ass. Placing her palms on his cheeks and then giving the tops of Y/N’s hands a teasingly encouraging little pat, Tommy then prodded her entrance with his cock and gave her a little wink.

“Better hold on tight, love,” he said.

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