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Maybe Cills with a younger reader (25-35 ish?) and they actually decided not to have more children but she gets accidentally pregnant? But of angst but ends with fluff? Sorry very basic 😭

Not basic! Love it!! 😋 And I hope you love it too!

A Miracle Arrival - Cillian Murphy

Cillian Murphy(36) x Wife!Reader(25)

Plot: After a date night, Y/N and Cillian put the kids to bed and have some well needed alone time that ends in an unexpected surprise.

Content: kissing, slight sexual content, speak of menstruation, marriage, kids, pregnancy, emotional melt down (f), fluff

During our four years of marriage, people would expect that after a few months, our desires towards each other would just disappear and we wouldn't crave to touch each other day to day. But that wasn’t the case. In a marriage between two heavily passionate lovers meant that our love from our wedding day to today, never changed. Not even fading in the slightest.

Already at age 25, I’ve had 2 beautiful children. The perfect duo of an older daughter (Georgia), and younger son (Christian), ages three and one. Our daughter, now being able to speak full sentences, has begun to develop Cillians accent. But it wasn't surprising as she always took after him, and loved him more than me. And my son is the opposite, a mini me with his looks and attitude.

We decided after having Christian that we were done for children. Having two toddlers was difficult but also I couldn't picture myself going through labour ever again. Two was enough.

On a Friday evening, Cillians mother came by the house to watch the children for a few hours and put them to bed while he and I went out. We learned that monthly dates help keep the spark in our relationship. It wasn’t that we didn’t feel anything towards each other anymore, we just feared that someday that spark would be gone.

“So… I was thinking that after dinner, we would send mom home and just lay low in the bedroom for the night. Yeah?” Cillian offered, holding his glass of wine in his hand. .

“Yes,” I answered, reading through the menu. “I don’t really have the energy for anything fancy. Laying in bed sounds perfect.”

And that’s what we did. At first.

When we got home his mother sat in the living room reading a book, but left shortly after as we were now home. The house was silent and the kids were asleep. We didn’t waste a single moment to finally be lazy after both of our long days.

We changed into comfortable clothes, and cuddled closely beneath the warm duvet. The tv played a show we hadn’t paid attention to and the tension between us grew hotter with each passing moment. And once our single kiss became sloppy and never-ending, the tv came off. As with our clothes.

It all happened so quickly. In just seconds he was above me kissing roughly at my neck, and my legs tightly wrapped around his hips. We didn’t think about anything in the moment, nothing but wanting more from each other's bodies. The pleasure filling both of us made it almost impossible to stay quiet. I had to bite back moans, hiding in his muscular shoulder.

After the hour which felt of 20 minutes, we both fell weak side by side. I didn’t think of anything but just being ready to go to sleep in the arms of the man I loved.

A month went by and life carried on -as usual- I was ‘delightfully’ greeted by an absence of my period. Normally I wouldn’t care, but I’m a week overdue. My heart sank at the possible reason why I was like this. Why I was late, nauseated, and really hungry.

While Cillian was off at work I stopped by the drug store and to the aisle I really didn’t want to be in. With rows and rows of pregnancy tests. I looked over my shoulders and quickly scanned over the several options of tests. I picked the cheapest one to not cause suspicion on Cillian and I’s shared credit card. If it had to come to it, I’d say I bought the kids some candy.

I waited anxiously for the remainder of the day. I was terrified to take that test, but also itching to get an answer. If I were pregnant, I’d need to plan what was going to happen, and if I wasn’t I could’ve been rattled for nothing. So I took the test.

I hid myself in Cillian and I’s bathroom while he made supper for the kids. The test shook from my shaky hands as my eyes squeezed shut waiting for it to be done. And after two minutes, I flipped the little plastic stick towards me. two bright red lines.

My mind went blank. I was in shock, and felt nothing. Until a minute after the fear kicked in and I cried and puked the way I did when pregnant with Christian. All those memories of my fat, stretched skin, and agonzing contractions, came back to me like a bullet to the skull. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t afford another child, nor could my body. How would I ever tell Cillian…

It wasn’t until 5 minutes later I was able to clear my tears. Quickly, I coated my face in concealer to hide the redness to not cause worry to Cillian or our children. I put on an awkward grin and entered the kitchen to where Cillian had been spoon feeding our youngest, and Georgia putting her food everywheres it wasn't supposed to.

“Hey,” He turned his head towards me, standing straight from kneeling on the floor. “You alright?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah I just needed to use the bathroom.” I walked past him with a napkin and wiped our daughter's messy face.

Cillian didn’t take any suspicion, and continued to feed Christian and clean the kitchen. He was always so good with them. Like he could hundreds and do perfectly fine. But there was no way I was having a third child. Because it was me that would actually birth them, not him.

After supper with the kids tucked into bed, Cillian and I sat closely on the couch in the living room watching the Tv. My legs laid over his lap and my head rested against his shoulder. His gentle hand lightly stroked my thigh. I began to remember all those feelings from earlier. The fear, the angst, the pain. Tightness grew in my chest and my face turned cold. I was frozen in my spot. Tears welding in my eyes.

My breath being held and my slight shaking caught Cillian’s attention from the Tv. Taking the remote in his hand, he turned the Tv off and turned his face down to mine.”Y/N? Baby.” He took my cheek in his hand and turned me to look at him. “What’s going on?” His voice held concern but tenderness. His thumb lightly rubbing my cheek.

“I um…” I froze up, looking down with a single tear falling from my right eye. I debated in my head with other answers besides the truth to tell him. I dreaded telling him such a thing.

“What love?” His face leaned down closer to mine with sympathy in his eyes.

“I- I’m pregnant.” My eyes fell down to my lap with shame. It became silent for a moment. An unbreakable tension grew heavy between us.

“Are you- Really?” I nodded with another tear rolling down my cheek. “Oh sweetheart.” Cillian pulled me into his chest, holding me while I broke down into the same emotional state I was when pregnant with Georgia and Christian.

Cillian lightly rubbed my belly while his other hand stroked my back.

“I don't know what to do.” I sniffled and choked on my tears. “I can’t do this… I’m already a crap mom, I- I can't have another one!” I said with irritation mostly towards myself.

“No you’re not love.” Cillian cooed, kissing the top of my head.

“But,” I mumbled. “You do so much for them… while I hide in the bathroom.”

He took my face in my hands looking seriously into my eyes. “A real mother is one who is not afraid to have her own space.”

I looked back at Cillian with adoration and nodded at his words. “I just… my body can’t go through this again.”

“Is it your body, or your mind?”

“I don’t even know anymore…”

“Well, I want you to do whatever it is that feels right. Okay?”

“Mhm,” I nodded. “But if I did somehow want to have another… would you mind?” My watery eyes glared up to his.

“Not at all love, I love our children and would love just as many more.” He grinned the same grin that made me fall in love with him for the first time. I felt the warmth and tenderness in his voice. “Do you want another?”

“Well I don’t want to get rid of this one…” I lightly rubbed my lower belly. Cillian’s hand held over top of mine.

“We don’t have to then. I’d be more than happy for another baby.” He kissed my forehead. “If there was anyway they’d turn out like our already beautiful children, then how could I say no.”

I looked up with a warm smile at him. “Oh I love you…” I said lovingly touching his cheek with my hand.

“I love you too my love.”

And nine months later with Cillian at my side, I was handed the most precious baby girl who held my every feature. My twin. She cooed lightly and her eyes twinkled open for the first time in the light. And when those little eyes fully opened, they melted with love seeing my face.

She was so perfect, an angel little girl. And everyday since the day she was born, I thanked Cillian for being the loving husband he is and teaching me to listen to my heart. Because if I hadn’t that day I wouldn’t have had this sweet girl who I later named Mila. My miracle sent from heaven.

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you are so right, ivan from aloft is so underrated! i can never find any fics of him, would you be interested in writing? cause if you did i would love to read it, your fics are amazing!!

Yesss I will! I do have some other fics I need to finish and post but for sure I will write one 😋

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Ivan is so underrated…

He’s literally gorgeous, I wish more people would write and make more edits of him

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Apologizes to those who are waiting for the request fics. I’ve been busy with exams and haven’t had time to get them done but I promise they will be coming soon :)

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Matthew Joy x siren!reader

aww cute idea! I'm not sure if you wanted smut so I did a little 🤭 also sorry if it's not very good, I've never wrote mermaid x human before. (my bad the titles kinda lame too)

Treasures of the Water - Matthew Joy

Matthew Joy(26) x Siren/Mermaid!Reader(116)

Plot: When taking a quick break by the lake, Matthew is greeted by a curious mermaid who craves to explore the body of a human man.

Content: somewhat nude reader, kissing, hand-job (m), oral (m), unaware reader, kinda fluff at the end

The long haired man walked with slow, light steps through the sand to the large rocks along the shore line. His head laid low and his clothes were old and torn. I watched from afar with just my eyes above the water's surface. It was such an alluring sight. A real human man with long, beautiful legs.

Coming to the edge of the moss covered boulder, He sat and rolled the fabric over his legs up his ankles, and to his knees. His legs submerged into the water and his head lifted. 

I hid myself beneath the surface and swam discreetly towards him. 

The man sighed and his head fell once again to the subtle waves brushing against his skin. The land around him had been quiet and empty. Nothing but the sounds of the wind in the trees and small birds in the trees. He was miles away from his crew, deep into the forest where he had discovered the long, spacious lake I called home. 

My eagerness grew, and I swam faster like a bullet through the water. The movement caught his attention and he watched as a long figure cut through the water towards him. He froze in fear. 

I stopped suddenly just a meter away from him, still under the water. His eyes scanned over the water with confusion, looking for the strange creature that had been seemingly coming for him. And suddenly the top of my head began to rise from the water before him. His eyes grew wide and he froze in his spot. The man leaned back as my eyes came through the surface looking deeply through his eyes. . 

Now being so close, I could see the odd beauty of his bright blue eyes, and pink lips. I could’ve never known a human man could be so beautiful. 

My face slowly became exposed from beneath the water. Gently with my eyes locked on his, I swam up as close as I could to the handsome man. I rose more from the water just between his legs. My face, and nude chest lifted higher to his face; a face I melted into, and dreamt of devouring in that very moment. So proportioned, without gills or scales. 

The man stuttered, and his eyes glared from my face to my bare, perky breasts. In response my head tilted with curiosity to the emotions he expressed. So intriguing he was. 

I caressed his thigh -and with the siren power of my eyes- made him fall into my gaze. 

“A mermaid…” He was almost speechless, “You’re so beautiful…” he spoke softly and his face leaning down closer to mine. I too leaned closer to his distinctive face. “Who are you?” He asked with his eyes glued to my stiff nipples just resting on the water's surface. I hadn’t answered the man, as I hadn’t understood his question.

I held my hands onto his thighs and pulled my face up higher to his. Almost able to taste his lips from the closeness between us. And finally he sunk those pretty, plump lips onto mine. My tail beneath the water shivered with pleasure of the feeling of a man’s lips. 

Suddenly as my hands lifted up his thighs, I felt the fabric of his pants tightening, and rising.

I pulled my lips back from his and peered down at the aching bulge in his pants. The man’s face grew red with embarrassment, and his legs twitched. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve been around a woman… with breasts like that..” His mouth almost watered, staring at my chest. 

The language he spoke was unfamiliar, but the look in his eyes told me what he was thinking. I took his shaky hand in mine and held it cupped around my breast. My eyes stared up into his, praying to have answered his desires. 

He hadn't spoken but the length between him grew larger and had been twitching like a fish stuck beneath the sand. And as that usually ended, the fish would die. I could not dare to let him die. Not like this. 

I quickly grabbed onto the waistband on his pants and ripped the fabric down his thighs. He jumped and leaned back with surprise. And before my eyes, a long limb was revealed under those suffocating clothes. Pink at the top and aching in need. Finally with freedom.

It was an intriguing sight; electrifying. I reached my delicate fingers out to touch the smooth, hot skin. And I pulled back as he shivered and twitched at my touch as if it had caused him pain. 

“No…no it’s okay,” He paused and panted. “You can touch.” 

Not understanding his words, he took his cock in his hands and just lightly stroked it. He groaned and removed his hand to be replaced with mine. I mimicked his actions lightly gliding my fingers and palm against the veiny skin. My eyes darted up and down from his eyes to my stroking hand, gripped firmly around him. And his eyes seemed lost in between my breasts, face and soft hand. “Oh that’s good” He sighed heavily leaning back even further against the rock. His eyes were barely open and he groaned and twitched each time my hand squeezed around the wet, pink tip. 

Holding that tip in my palm, I messaged it the way I would to ease and open a clam for its delicate, shimmery pearls. And just as I would have expected, a pearl of white fluids built up from his tip and wet my hand. I had not been aware the human man could resemble so much as the glamorous clam; full of treasures. 

I wondered, did this man also taste of a clam? Curiously with his head leaned back, I lowered mine and licked over the soft flesh. The man twitched and shivered, his head whipping up looking at my tongue trace delicately along the salty tip, like the sweet ocean. It hadn’t tasted like a clam, but yet, it was delightful. A new, fascinating flavour that couldn’t be found in the waters of the deep lake. 

The man's hips began to lift, and buck gently but desperately into my mouth. I took the odd sign as he wanted more and repeated the stroking I had done with my hands with my velvety lips. His groans and eager moans silenced the forest, and the flowing creek that traveled around the lake.

I noticed -not only the limb of his deep in my throat- but his hands, and legs shaking and his hands gripping to the rock, causing his peachy flesh to turn white. His breath turned laboured and his sighs were hot, and heavy. “Yes… yes just like that..” He grunted with his eyes squeezing closed. 

More of that satisfying, distinct fluid of his coated bits of my tongue. Something about it being so delightful, made me need more. 

I sucked hungrily, bobbing my head swiftly. With the sudden suction of my cheeks around his flesh, thick amounts of his sweetness shot deep into my throat and filled my cheeks like a pufferfish. Finally the man’s eyes opened as I swallowed the creamy fluid like water. 

“Damn… He groaned seeing it flow down my throat so easily. “Oh my god… I got sucked off by a mermaid…” He looked around in disbelief, now after finishing coming to his senses. But I still hadn’t understood a word he said, or the expression on his face. I continued to stare up at him from the water while he sat there without a word. “ I uh,” He froze, thinking to himself for a moment. “Give me a minute.” He stood from the rock and my eyes followed his face, going higher and higher above me. I watched as he lifted the fabric covering his torso over his head, and ripped away the rest of his pants. He was nothing but pure, bare flesh, slowly entering the deep water. He stepped deeper into the water from the sandy shore until he was just inches away from me. Fearfully his hand reached out to my hair. I at first moved back, but then let him touch my silky strands. His eyes held pure amazement and adoration. 

“I’ve always believed in mermaids,” He said softly, looking deep into my eyes. “I just never knew they could look like you.” A light grin grew on his plump lips. He took a moment admiring all the unique features of my face. “Do you understand what I am saying?” His head tilted and he pointed to his mouth. “Can you speak?” 

I looked at him with confusion and the man continued making gestures towards his mouth and speaking widely. Giving up, he laughed and inched closer through the water to me until our chest just barely brushed against each other. His hands lightly caressed down my arms and his face leaned down to mine, kissing my lips ever so gently. At first I did nothing but sit there, but feeling him I learned to mimic his actions; kissing back. “Someday, I’ll come back for you,” He smiled. “And I will teach you to speak so you can understand me when I tell you that I love you.”

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The Writers Club - Cillian Murphy

Cillian Murphy(39) x Fem!Reader(21)

Plot: While hosting her weekly writers club, Y/N and the other members are surprised and delighted by a new member who catches an eye for Y/N. He sees a side of her that she hides beneath her talent and passion of literature.

Content: fluff, alcohol use (slight addiction for reader), mention of toxic relationship, cuddling, praise (f & m), age-gap, kissing

In the centre of my spacious living room, I sit circled by my mature friends debating a plot for our next piece of writing we will create. I had been young compared to the rest of the women, but with a great talent in literature. They idolized me per say, and as did I to them. One of our oldest members had actually been a published author who joined my club for new work.

Over time this writer's group of mine had grown so recognized we created our own website, and social media pages. We had 10 women who attended the meetings and the rest, loyal followers and readers. I feared someday I’d have to decline someone an invitation due to the growth in the club. I’d run out of seating, and space. But for now we still held room for any brave writers willing to share their ideas and creativity.

“So, let's get started.” I smiled with my eyes circling around the room. “Last we spoke we decided as a group to start exploring the idea of a historical fiction with a romance between two teenagers in Russia 1890. Is this still what we are wanting to do?”

“Yes, and what if we incorporate some comedy between the two?” One of the women offered with her hands moving excitedly.

“I like that, I’ve had experience with comedic theatre.” Another replied.

“For sure,” I grinned. “It will definitely ease the depression of that era.”

The older women among the group laughed and sipped lightly at their glasses of wine. While I took more gulps, rather than delicate sips. Depression did not only affect those of the Gilded era.

We began flipping through our thick notebooks, starting off with names, and quote ideas we could use in our in-progressive novel. I laid the empty wine glass down beside me and read through my ideas I had come up with while drunk and alone in the middle of the night. Quickly scanning through every messy page, I was caught off guard -along with the other women- by the ringing of my doorbell.

“Were we expecting a new member?” I was asked, and the others' eyes all came to mine in the centre.

“I don't believe so?” my brows furrowed with confusion and I stood to answer the door. I wobbled slightly as I turned the handle and pulled the door open. I was shocked by a man standing at my doorstep with a friendly smile on his face and a knitted sweater that fit him just perfectly. “Hello.” I answered.

“Hey, I saw one of your posts online for a writers club?”

“Yes this is it.” I grinned.

“I’m Cillian,” He smiled back with a rich, Irish accent. His hand reached out to mine.

“Y/N.” I held his hand in mine and shook it lightly. “Please, come in.” I opened the door all the way and allowed him to come in.

All the womens heads turned as he came into my living room. Their eyes lighting up at the sight of the handsome, Irish man. He waved kindly to them and walked forward to the empty chair in the circle. “Everyone, this is Cillian. He will be joining us in our writers group.” I smiled, and he blushed.

“Hello.” He said looking at each of the women while they stared at him with awe. “I hope I wasn’t late..”

“No worries, we were just getting started.” I reached beside me for an empty notebook and handed it to him. “You can use this to plot any ideas you have. We are currently working on historical, romance, and comedy fiction.”

“Wow,” his eyebrows rose. “Sounds exciting” his smile was bright and caught the eyes of all the women. Including me. But I couldn’t let a man distract my passion and talent. Though deep down I’d rather it than use my brain.

“Okay, well back to work then.” I opened my notebook once again, laying it onto my lap.

“Cillian tell me, where is that beautiful accent from?” One of the older women beside him smirked, leaning into him.

“Ireland.” He grinned back at her, enjoying all the women’s attention and praise to his every feature.

I held my forehead in my hand, wanting to begin this novel already. I took the wine bottle to my side and re-filled my glass too close to the rim. In one sip, I downed half of the cup. Which caught Cillians attention.

“Okay okay.” I said a little too loudly, laying the glass down and silencing the women. “What do we got for names?”

Around the circle the women went around debating names for each of the characters. But to my annoyance I couldn’t pay attention to any of their suggestions. I just wanted to get to work.

Over the next half hour everyone would switch from a moment of silent writing, to expressing their ideas they wrote. And every minute my wine glass never was left empty. I refilled the glass like it was water. And the others hadn’t even finished their first one. Why must I be; feel this way?

Cillians eyes would glare at me every minute as if I were an infant needing watching. I didn’t look back at him but kept my mind to the best of my ability with the scrappy pages on my lap. I -over and over- scanned the lists and paragraphs darted around my page.

“So, what does everyone have so far with this plot?” I asked, looking around the room. No one spoke for a moment, and then Cillian did.

“What if, this young boy in the scenario, is a foreigner who had traveled from North America, Which later led to him turning into a working-class where he meant our girl.”

His idea was truly brilliant and would work well with our ideal genre and plot. “Very good. We will for sure consider that.” I grinned at him and I waited to hear more from the others, but again no one spoke. “No one else has any suggestions?” I asked the group.

“Not as creative as that.” One of the women said. A cheeky expression on her face.

The remaining time of the club wasn’t as productive as I hoped. I didn’t blame Cillian, but these lonely, desperate women. Of course I loved each of them dearly, they were all very imaginative, but also had difficulty staying on task. Especially with our new, handsome member.

After everyone began to leave, Cillian seemed to be purposely slower than the rest. He stayed right in his spot until the house was empty besides the two of us, where he then acted as if he was already ready. But before leaving, he stood and looked down at me in front of him.

“This seems like quite a nice group you have here.” He grinned.

“Yeah, it is.”

He nodded and stood there for a moment silently, then after a moment saying, “I know I just met you, but are you doing okay?”

“What do you mean?” My eyebrow lowered.

“I just noticed you seemed a little stressed.”

“How so?”

“Well… you drank almost a whole bottle of wine in just a half hour…” he said, really risking it all. I would’ve normally been mad at that comment, but I felt a type of comfort around him. Like he truly cared.

“I um… I’m fine.” I pushed my lips tightly together.

“Are you sure?” His expression was sad, and sympathetic.

I stood and thought for a moment. And he of course stood there patiently. “I don’t know,” I started, rubbing my eyes. “I had a boyfriend of almost a year a-and he just changed out of nowhere.” I fell back onto my couch, and Cillian joined beside me. His eyes still on my face, and his ears listening purely to me. “He got so mean for no reason. Threatening, and insulting me every moment he laid eyes on me…” my eyes began to well with tears and sadness.

Cillian inched close to me on the couch until the sides of our thighs touched. His hand held comfortably onto my back, caressing me delicately. “He can’t hurt you now…” he said soothingly. I lifted my red face from my hands and immediately fell into him. He held my face to his chest and rubbed my back gently.

I know I barley knew him, but I felt so safe with him the way a child did with their father. The way his voice was so soft and his touch so delicate, I knew I could trust him.

“I’m here… it’s okay.” He cooed with his lips lingering in my hair and his eyes closed. Though he’s also just met me, he swore he had fallen in love. “You are so brilliant, Y/N. Beautiful… and imaginative…” he praised with his lips still in my hair. “You deserve nothing but love, sweetheart.”

The urge and pressure in my eyes to cry grew more and more. Not as much so with sadness but with that sudden feeling of true safety. “Thank you…” I sniffled.

“Of course dear, I’ll always be here to take care of you. Whenever you need me please feel free to call.” His fingers brushed lightly through my hair.

“Mhm,” I nodded. “Could you actually stay a little longer?… I don’t want to be alone.”

“Don’t you worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

We laid on my couch entangled with a comforting hug. The room was silent and peaceful, before I opened my eyes to ask, “Why are you helping me?”

“What do you mean, love?”

“No one ever seems to care about what I’m feeling.”

“Well, I know when a woman is in need, and hurting inside.”

“How?”

“Because I am a real man, sweetheart.” He grinned. “But also, you drink a lot,” he chucked.

I held my arms around his torso and held that comforting feeling tight. He was a stranger I couldn’t let go of. But he felt like I’ve known him for years.

“You know… maybe we can write this book with a more personal plot. A boy who’s sympathetic, and kind like you, and a girl maybe more like me.”

“Absolutely brilliant, love” he grinned with his hand lightly caressing my cheek.

“You think?”

He chuckled, “You are the most imaginative woman, of course I do. Such a beautiful mind you have.” He kissed delicately to the top of my head.

I lifted my head feeling his tender kiss. Our faces laid just an inch away while I leaned deeper on top of him.

The tension held between us felt like a magnet. I couldn’t control but fall into his soft, plump lips. His hands came up to my cheeks holding me lovingly against his lips. With his kiss alone, I could feel the infinite love he held deep in his heart. The love I craved to hold in the palm of my hands and treasure forever.

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To those who sent a fic request, I have received them and will be working on them over the next few days. I haven’t replied to your requests yet, but when I am done I will reply with the fic.

This is just so no one thinks I am ignoring their request. Thanks!!

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Who’s got fic ideas? 👀 I got writers block…

(Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader fics)(both fluff and smut)

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How to Calm a Man - Robert Capa

Capa!Patient(29) x Fem!Psychologist!Reader(25)

Plot: (kind of a silly plot and beginning but trust it’s good) On the Icarus II ship, physicist Robert Capa meets the Gardner and psychologist aboard and can’t resist her ‘man calming’ treatment.

Content: smut, handjob (m), riding, therapy sex, slight teasing, cream-pie, unprotected pv, oral (f), face riding, semi public setting

Aboard the Icarus II, I join the group of the ‘real’ scientists as they say while they discuss a new radiation detection device currently being manufactured. I sit next to a long haired man in a tank top at the back of the room. He was the physicist, the one who created this idea for a radiation detector.

His head turned to me as I sat next to him in my tight, colourful, tank top and yoga pants. Though I hadn’t been looking straight at him, I could feel his eyes glaring to the side of my face.

“I don’t believe we've been properly introduced yet.” I turned to him, breaking the awkwardness of his stare. “Dr Y/L/N.” I grinned warmly, holding my hand out to him. He took my hand in his and shook it lightly.

“Capa, Robert Capa.” He replied shyly, “You’re positioned in the greenhouse.” He nodded, taking recognition of me. His flashing blue eyes analyzed my every feature.

“Yes I am a horticulturist, but I also have a degree and work in psychology.”

Capa leaned back slightly, intrigued by what I had said. “I wouldn’t have expected to see a psychologist working on a space mission.”

“It’s quite common that being so distanced from civilization can cause astronauts to grow severely unwell, mentally. Specifically, most suffer with anxiety and isolation caused depression, which as you probably know can cause difficulty in completing the mission.” I smiled and chuckled as I explained the best I could my reasoning for being on this mission.

“I suppose you’ve met the majority of the crew then.” He smiled while he fidgeted with his hands. “All of these intelligently complicated minds putting together one of the most important humanity saving missions sure can cause some to lose their minds.”

“Oh yeah,” I chuckled. “If you ever wanted to stop by and do some yoga, just let me know.” I winked. “Just kidding, I know guys like you probably wouldn’t be into that.”

“Can’t say I am.” He laughed along and shrugged.

“Well it’s more used in calming women… but do you know the best way to calm a man down?” I leaned closer to his anxious, handsome face, and my voice turned seductive, sounding like silk through his ears.

Capa paused, staring deep into my eyes. He regained his composure and the rest of the crew began to part to their stations, leaving us alone as last. “I’m not sure I do,” He grinned awkwardly. “How?”

“Well you don’t seem necessarily stressed.” I tiled my head, making him want to beg for the answer.

He chuckled and his expression turned to amusement as he played along. He couldn’t help but be drawn in by me, and my power. “Are you offering to fix that for me?”

“If you were stressed, yes.”

Capa smirked and leaned back against the cushion. His tone is still teasing through my game with his sarcasm. “Is that so?... Well I suppose I am feeling a bit stressed. Now that you mention it.”

I giggled and moved myself closer next to him. My hand slowly rubbed up his thigh to the center of his lap. I looked into his eyes as his cheeks went red and his breath got caught in his throat. The look in his eyes became serious, and lustful.

I looked over my shoulder around the empty area, then grabbed his hand in mine and stood from the sofa. “I’d like to see you in my office, Mr Capa.” I winked and pulled his tall, lanky body off the sofa.

Capa followed behind me, his mind going out of sorts and his eyes moving quickly up and down the backside of my body. He felt a sudden eagerness for what it was that I had planned. What it was that truly calmed a man.

Walking through the narrow halls I brought Capa to my bedroom, which was also my office where I would ease these poor, stressed men on ship. In my room I locked the door and continued to drag him to my bed, pushing him down onto the colourful, mandela patterned duvet.

He stared up at me while I crawled over his slim body. My hand returned to message the bulge beneath his track pants. His breath hitched and his body began to slowly loosen from my gentle touch. The suddenness of it all caused his mind to fog up with nothing but mindless pleasure, and need.

“So… what is it that’s making you so stressed?” I said mockingly as I continued to gently rub him.

He inhaled deeply, a silent whimper escaping his lips as I squeezed the tightening fabric beneath my hand. “I think you know what’s making me tense.” His voice was sarcastic and seductive.

“For sure something is tense.” I winked feeling the hardness of his cock in my hand, lightly stroking it through the fabric.

Capa blushed at my words and his body quivered slightly under my touch. He struggled to keep his voice and breath even with the growing pleasure I caused him. “Maybe you should do something about that then.” He groaned.

“That's my job.” My hand traveled up under his tank top to the hem of his pants. “How else would I heal these men here?” I smirked.

He swallowed hard, “That’s your speciality? Taking care of the physical ailment of your patients?”

“It heals both mental and physical health as it is a full body release.” My fingers glazed his bare, hot skin. “Also known as the best way to calm a man.” I wrapped my smooth hand around his pulsing, hard cock. Capa’s eyes closed and he inhaled deeply. I -while taking his cock from his pants- moved to straddle him.

I stared into his eyes while I stroked him with a therapeutic touch. The sight in my hands, and the length of his cock was the biggest -longest- compared to the other men aboard. It excited me in a way no other man has.

“Does this seem to be an effective treatment, or is there still more that you need?” I asked hoping he’d let me take this further, or even deeper by chance.

He stifled a groan and just barely opened his eyes to look up at me on his thighs. His eyes holding a look of need and lust “There's definitely… more I need.” He panted through a moan.

“Good…” I purred. And with the room dimly rit, I lifted the tight tank top over my head. My breasts falling out and bouncing against my chest. Suddenly his eyes were now wide open, scanning down my body as I began to strip down my pants. Revealing no bra, and no panties underneath.

His eyes roamed from between my legs to my breasts, to every curve and contour of my body above him. I stroked him faster while moving my hips up closer. Close enough I could rub his cock with my soft, wet pussy. The touch made him twitch and groan with arousal. His eyes became unable to look away.

Slowly lifting my hips while holding eye contact, I sat my pussy down onto his thick cock. He groaned as my soft, hot flesh wrapped around him tightly. His needy cock bucked up into me, and his hands grasped around plushy hips.

My hands lifted beneath his shirt as I felt his sweaty, slim torso and chest. My tight walls squeezed against him the further my hands lifted. I kept lifting his shirt until it was fully over his head and thrown to the floor.

Capa’s eyes closed tightly and his body arched desperately into me. He tried, and struggled to hold that little bit of control he still had.

“Does that feel good?” I bit my lip and began to slowly grind and twirl my hips around his throbbing cock. He became overwhelmed by the slow pace, and could hardly speak through his soft groans.

“Mhm…” Was all he was able to moan out.

As my wet arousal began to spread over his length, my speed increased and I jumped hungrily down onto him. His groans grew louder as I rode him and clenched my walls around his needy cock. Both of our breaths came out as heavy gasps and moans. His cock hit everywheres I needed and wanted it to. My insides twisted and ached with pleasure.

Luckily with the thick, steel, sound proof walls, I could scream for him and slap my pussy against his cock as hard as I wanted.

Capa eyes stayed glued at the sight between us. He became completely immersed in the moment. His twitching became more frequent, as did his low groans. Instinctively, his hips began to buck up into mine. The double amount of force made both of us incredibly close.

I rode harder and bit my lip, “Mh, you feel so good.” I moaned.

Capa gasped and groaned, his cock twitching and beating inside of me. Hot cum shot up deep inside me. I too felt as though I were going to cum and continued to fuck his cock. Tremors shook through his body. The sensitivity made him whimper and shake as he still continued to cum all the way until I did.

His breath was laboured and ragged as I finally began to slow down. Both his and I’s cum dripping heavily from between my thighs. But I didn’t move, nor did I get off yet.

I hadn’t said anything but leaned down towards him, pulling his face into a rough kiss. He immediately sank into it and his body reacted eagerly to my silky lips. His sweet moans filled my mouth before he paused and pulled back to say, “I want you sitting on my face…” With the most sexy, low voice.

I giggled and my expression turned to pure excitement. There's nothing I wanted more than to rub my pussy on his beautiful face. “Is that a yes?” He smirked.

“If it helps my patient.” I winked and sat up away from his face.

“It will help me a lot.”

Instantly I moved myself to have my thighs either side of his head. His hands came eagerly around my thighs, pulling my soaked pussy down to his lips. He closed his eyes and flicked his tongue hungrily over my clit. I shivered and whimpered over him, my hands latching onto his hair. His tongue never slowed. He licked and sucked as if he were a pro.

He held my hips tightly, being sure I wouldn’t move until I came on his tongue. I desperately -the best I could- tried to grind against his face as my insides began to tighten. Capa hadn’t even been thinking of anything but the taste of my sopping pussy on his lips. A taste he’d continue to crave.

I looked down at his beautiful face, seeing him lick me so perfectly made everything come out all at once. I shook profusely against his face. Screaming and moaning, I came like I’ve never had on his lips and tongue. He groaned deeply against me as he continued to lick me all the way through my orgasm.

His eyes glared up at me with satisfaction, and perfection. With the look on his face alone I knew he’d be getting stressed a lot more often. And with a cock -long and thick- like his, so would I.

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The Marriage Pt. 2 (Pregnancy) - Cillian Murphy

Cillian Murphy!Husband (34) x Wife!Reader (18)

Plot: (During the Middle-Bronze age (the era of the bibles setting)) After the seven days of love making between Y/N and her husband Cillian, she is delighted one morning with the absence of her period, and births the child of her dreams.

(Story is based off the novel, The Red Tent by Anita Diamant)

Content: Religious themes/rituals, speak of menstruation, fluffy husband x wife, age-gap, pregnancy, childbirth (kinda graphic), emotional Cillian

It was days after when I had left the lust-filled tent to return to my sisters. My beige robe dragged against the grass. It held a scent of sweat and arousal, from both Cillian and I’s bodies.

I was greeted sweetly by my sisters outside of their tents with delicate kisses. Leah was the first to come to me with endless questions. They had such curiosity about Cillian; about what he held between his legs. Many young girls -the daughters and nieces- dreamed of having him as their husband. To carry and birth his children. To have him as the man to first remove their robes. Just as he did to me.

Circling around my sisters and aunties in Leah’s tent, I told them about the joys and pleasures he had given me. With his words and with his seductive touch. The experience we had throughout those seven days.

“He was good unlike any other man. Kind, and gentle with a good scent.”

“Did he bless your womb, love?” My auntie spoke as her gentle hand rubbed over my thigh. Her hand traveled up to my lower abdomen. I nodded and she took my face into her hands, kissing my cheeks and nose tenderly.

“And in the night he held me to his chest, stroking my arms and legs.” I said with an uncontrollable smile growing on my lips. “He told me that I gladdened his heart like a sunrise.”

My sisters awed with every word about Cillian. Each already wished their husbands would pay any attention to them as he did. To them, I was the blessed one. With beauty and the love from a good husband.

Another sister of mine -Rachel- came to me with a cup of wine. She lifted my chin and held the cup to my lips. The fruity bitterness flowing down my throat. I was greeted throughout the evening with bread and fresh baked cakes from my mothers. And as I slept I was sung prayers, and Leah's light fingers combed through my hair. It was now that I would wait for the next moon to reveal either my monthly bleed, or a growing pregnancy.

Each night before I’d sleep in Cillian’s arms, I would glance around the sky for the glistening moon. Waiting for the day it is black, meaning the beginning of the new moon, and the anniversary of my first bleed.

And eventually the day came. I woke in the red tent with the hay below me dry and the rag between my legs clean of blood.

I sprung from my bed to Leah and Rachel who were lying in their beds next to me. “Sisters! My bleed, it’s late!” I squealed with excitement, shaking their shoulders. Leah sat up and held my hands in hers.

“Oh sister” Her cheeks glowed pink and she grinned warmly. She stood and pulled me to her chest. Her arms held firmly and lovingly around my back. My other sisters and aunties stood from their beds and all reached to touch and caress my young belly. And with the sounds of the excited women, my mother became curious from my fathers tent. She arose from her sleep and walked lightly to wear the happy cheering came from. Slowly she lifted and peered inside the red tent. Her eyes found me, then to Leah, and Rachel.

No one had to say a word. With the sounds and faces on my sisters, she knew. Everyone was silent as my mother came to me, taking my young hands in hers, and the other on my clothed belly. “I did not think I would live to see a grandchild,” She said delicately to me while smiling ear to ear. “Beloved girl, daughter mine.”

I felt true love from my mother at that moment. Love I hadn't witnessed since I was just an infant. With me now holding life in my womb, I could be treasured by the mothers and grandmothers of our family. I now held purpose.

As the evening came, and the women baked, I found Cillian in a group of men and sheep. His blue eyes shining in the setting sunlight, and his robe clean as always.

The men quieted as I approached him. He turned away from them and came to me. I brought my hand to his scruffy cheek, “Dear husband, I am with child.” I grinned warmly, looking up into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes of his lit up with love. He took my face in his hands and kissed me lovingly.

My sisters in the distance watched and awed. It could be seen that out of several wives, I was the one who held his heart in the palm of my hands. He’d sacrifice all for me, and our growing child.

Cillians hand came to my belly and womb. He rubbed it with the palm of his hand sensing the little life inside. “My precious girl…” He cooed. “You are my Queen of Heaven.” His smile soothed me and made my insides lighten with love.

Over several months, my belly began to swell plump and round against my tunic, and my ankles swelled. Leah and Rachel would caress the life in my belly in the morning, and in the night Cillian would trail kisses along my soft, stretched flesh. His finger would trace gently up the line below my belly button and he’d message my swollen, sore breasts until I’d fall asleep. He treasured my body and the life within it. As did the women in the camp.

During a feast I sat alongside my aunties and sisters as they prepared food for the men. With my belly growing larger and rounder each day it became harder to stand and help bake. Eventually it became impossible to even touch my feet.

As the men began to gather around for their meals, an older woman came from the trees in a colourful flowy robe. I’d seen her before. My mother walked to her and bowed her head. I watched and slowly stood from the stack of hay. She was my grandmother. The midwife of our family. She didn’t live at our camp, but came when the gods told her a child will be brought into the family. When Leah was with child, she traveled weeks just to bless her womb.

My grandmothers wrinkled eyes met mine and she walked past my mother to me. Her hands came straight to my belly. She felt and pressed down against the baby's tiny limbs through my belly. “A daughter.” She says, her eyes coming up to mine.

The women go silent at her words. Throughout the months of my pregnancy I had always felt the life of a boy in me, but hearing my child is a girl made me feel something new. I wasn’t disappointed, I was delighted, and almost relieved though I’ve only ever wanted a boy.

My mother standing next to us smiled widely and pulled me into her arms. She cried and kissed my cheeks. My sisters and aunties gathered around me and smiled giving me their blessings. The commotion and laughs of the women brought confusion to the men. Cillian and my father stood and came in between the circle of women.

We quieted and I looked into Cillian’s eyes in front of me holding my belly, “a girl… we are bearing a girl…” I smiled. Cillian stood lost for words, with an expression on his face that was hard to read before he grinned widely. He slowly stepped to me through the grass and his hands came to the little girl in my womb. He held her through my heavy flesh.

“You lucky girl,” Leah held my shoulder. “To bring a daughter, a giver of life, to our world.”

Cillian took my hands into his and kissed them until every inch was blessed with his lips. I could feel the intensity of his love from his kisses alone.

On the morning of the new moon, 9 months past my absence of my monthly bleed, I woke to cramps churning in my stomach. At first I was able to breathe past it, only lasting a few minutes and being an hour apart. I continued with my day preparing meals the best I could and cleaning the fresh picked vegetables the men had gathered.

I peeled the layers of useless skin from onions and bathed them in barrels of water. The cramps deep in my womb became sharper, and more frequent. They became contractions that caught the attention of Rachel. She came to me putting her arm around my back as I panted and squeezed my eyes close. My skin became hot and my breath became laboured.

Rachel called over Leah to help keep me on my feet while they guided me to the tent. While I stepped forward, gushes of water flowed down my legs. I froze as my robe darkened and became soaked in my fluids.

The pain hit me like a blade to the stomach as my water broke onto the dewy grass. I hollered and felt as if my legs would fall. Leah quickly hauled me into the red tent and laid me onto the stack of hay and blankets.

Sweat dripped down my red face, and the stabbing pressure increased. Leah lifted my robe and peered between my legs. By now I was yelling and panting as if the baby were about to come out at any second, but the head wasn’t even visible.

More of the women began to crowd in, including my mother. She sat at my side and ran her hand on my forehead wiping away the sweat and bits of hair. At my other side Rachel held my hand and I squeezed her tender flesh with my every contraction. And each second the pain grew worse causing me to tremble and go wide-eyed. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I peered around cluelessly. All I wanted was Cillian. I needed to hear his voice, and feel his loving hands, but men didn’t attend births until after the child was born and cleaned.

My mother, being the daughter of one of the greatest midwives, learned every skill and technique of my grandmother. In her life she’s seen hundreds of births and was the most experienced in our camp.

She gently guided me to my side and she rubbed my belly while her other hand reached up inside me. I howled and screamed, and my mother soothed the inner lining of my womb with mint oils. “The baby is near.” My mother smiled, her fingers lightly glazing her head from inside. “Soon you will need to stand on the bricks when her head is lower.”

I nodded and took quick breaths. My sisters surrounding my trembling body rubbed my legs and back while praising and reassuring me.

“Good, good, good, my girl.” Leah cooed while her hands messaged my aching back. “Good, good.”

I screamed and shook as the baby's head began to crown at the entrance of my sex. Quickly my mother and Leah lifted beneath my arms to my feet and laid bricks for me to stand on. My mother pressed down on my stomach while my legs shivered and shook, squatting over Rachels hands.

My aunties held me with all their strength as I was not able to keep myself up. My legs felt as if they would break and die at any moment, and my sex stretched and ripped around the baby’s head.

Screamings of mine could be heard far throughout the site. Cillian sitting just meters away from the tent cried in fear and sadness of my pain. A previous wife of his lost her life during birth, and the thought of that happening to me made him nauseous.

Finally after the hours of blood curdling pain, my mother told me to push. My eyes bulged, and my skin turned red and blue. Gushes of blood flowed from between my legs as my daughter's head came free. And with my little remaining energy, I pushed and her little body slipped out of me and into Rachel's hands.

She screamed and squirmed and my body fell weak against the stack of hay. My sisters and aunties cheered and laughed. They passed the baby around the tent, wiping her and kissing her, praising her limbs, her torso, her head, and her little nose.

My womb was stuffed with cotton and bits of straw, and my face and legs were wiped and cleaned. The crying little girl was wrapped in a rag and handed to me by my mother. In my arms her crying calmed. I took out my breast and she grabbed onto my nipple eagerly with her tiny lips.

She was so beautiful, incredibly perfect. Every bit of her little face resembled Cillian’s gorgeous features. I cried and leaned to lay gentle kisses onto her soft head. And as I kissed her, Leah returned into the tent -without me even noticing she left- with Cillian. His eyes were red and glistening as he slowly approached and lowered down to the sucking baby. The women in the tent silenced. Cillian cried joyfully at the sight of his first daughter. “Oh, my love” He cooed gently, caressing the top of her head. “My sweet, sweet girl.”

I looked up from our little girl into his eyes. He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. I reached and held onto his face. I felt fulfilled and relieved to finally have him at my side, and to have this little girl finally in my arms. I never expected I could love someone as much as I did my girl and Cillian.

As my energy began to return, I left the tent to join Cillian in his. The people in the site crowded around our baby with words of prayer and praise at her stunning little features.

In his tent, we sat and while staring at her face and glowing blue eyes, I named her Adina. A daughter of delicacy.

“She is a jewel,” Cillian purred, tenderly caressing her cheek. “A princess sent from heaven. Like her mother.” he grinned and brought his lips down to mine. His hand stroked lovingly through my hair, and Adina cooed in my arms. It was known as a mix of the two most beautiful people, comes a goddess of a child. Adina would be praised and shown off by every mother who would hold her at their hip and kiss her little face. She was Cillians treasure who would be forever loved and protected in his arms.

And as the sun set he insisted he be the one who’d hold her to his chest throughout the night. He removed the layers of his robe revealing his muscular chest. I took the rag from around Adina and laid her bare skin down onto his. She cuddled against his warmth and closed her innocent eyes. I watched as Cillian tickled her bare back with his fingertips until each of us were asleep. Cuddled together as a family.

[cillians-sweetheart]

Me when Cillian’s boobs:

😳😍😋😛😜😘😩

I wanna lick him…

[cillians-sweetheart]

WIG??? I am rethinking everything

Pinterest thinking Cillians wearing a $667 wig is actually CRAZY

[cillians-sweetheart]

Wedding Night - Cillian Murphy

Husband!Cillian(26) x Virgin!Wife!Reader(23)

Plot: After the long awaited wedding, Y/N can now giving herself -her virginity- to her beloved, new husband Cillian.

Content: Marriage, teasing, unprotected pv, loss of virginity, slight foreplay, smut, fluff at the beginning

Standing face to face to the man I’ve always dreamed of, I looked deeply into his gorgeously blue eyes as we were officially pronounced husband and wife. The most magical, and emotional moment of my life. To be Y/N Murphy. To be with this man before and after our death. I felt my legs beneath my white gown go numb with love.

His hands came gently to my face to kiss me lovingly in front of both his and I’s loved ones. Showing each and every one of them how powerful and true our love really was.

I would’ve held his lips to mine minutes longer if it weren’t for the crowds around us. I pulled away from his handsome face and smiled holding both his hands in mine. Our gold rings shine in the light, and a heavenly aura forms around us. The beauty of newly weds makes every inch of the large room glow.

Cillian with my hand still in his, walks me back down the aisle. My long veil and dress delicately gliding on the rose covered, carpet floor. Every side of me is filled with cheers and smiles.

The large doors open before us and I am walked and guided into a shiny limo waiting outside. Our friends and family gather around and watch as Cillian opens the door and lifts my dress from the ground for me to get in.

As the vehicle leaves to our hotel, Cillian kisses my face all over like a father to his baby. His touch is ever so loving and delicate. Caressing my cheeks and waist with his large hands.

I felt my body react in a way to his touch that I have only now experienced. My eagerness grew impatient for that privacy. And with the increasingly seductive touch of his hands on my body, he too was getting impatient.

Finally after several minutes of desperate touching at each other's faces and bodies, we stopped in front of the tall, luxurious hotel. Cillian grabbed onto my hand and pulled me from the car, quickly walking through the large glass doors. Neither of us wasted a single moment to run to our awaited wedding suite on the very top floor.

Luckily our things were already brought up by a friend of ours before the wedding. Therefore our married plans were not to be interrupted.

The door was locked behind us and Cillian’s lips instantly locked onto mine the second the door closed. My hands held onto his face pulling him impossibly close to me. His hands rubbed up the back of my sparkly dress. His fingers gently pull at the zipper. My bare back slowly becomes exposed to the empty room.

My hands glide down from his face to his suit jacket. My fingers sliding beneath it, pulling it slowly down his arms.

We with such passion undressed each other while not separating our lips for even a moment. Our skin grew hot with each caress of the other's hands. The clothes piled to the floor at our feet. Finally after the years of waiting for our marriage, I can be touched and massaged in my most intimate places.

In nothing but my lacy, white bra and panties, Cillian gently laid me back onto the plushy bed. His warm body overtop of mine, and his hands caressing my bare skin. I feel the passion from his lips. Growing more sloppy with eagerness for more.

My legs come up and wrap around his hips. I pull his body even closer to mine leaving not a centimeter of space between our lust craved bodies.

His clothed, hardening bulge rubbed against my thin panties. The feeling gave me an unfamiliar pleasure I felt I needed.

My hands ran down his bare, warm chest to the elastic hem of his boxers. Cillian could feel my desperation through my touch. He pulled back from our kiss and stood up just enough to strip down his boxers. I saw his thick cock between my legs. My thighs wrapped tighter around him.

Cillian gently pulled the thin white fabric of my panties to the side of my inner thigh. His eyes glued to my fresh, virgin pussy. He glided his finger over the soft wet flesh. And soon with great pleasure for both of us, his cock rubbed along the silky folds. He groaned, staring down at my wetness coating him.

I moaned lightly at the ticklish sensations as he rubbed against my clit. More, and more arousal dripped from my tight hole. Both him and I grew extremely desperate.

My hand came from his bare chest down to lightly stroke his cock with my finger tips. It was a feeling I’ve not felt before. Warm, hard and with a smooth, veiny texture. I felt subtle twitches beneath my finger tips. And when I touched the soft pink tip he shivered and moaned with sensitive pleasure.

Cillian fell back onto me. His hands were held tightly to the duvet while he passionately kissed my lips. I reached to his back, and with a simple adjustment of my hips, his cock sunk deep into my tight, sopping hole. A feeling so odd but so good.

He moaned deeply into my mouth while my wet walls tightened around his thick cock. He, as though it were an instinct, lifted his hips to thrust in once again. His cock getting deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Each time his hips came flat to mine I was hit with a shiver of pleasure throughout my whole body. Uncontrollable moaning, and my pleasure increasing with his also increasing speed. And in that moment, there was nothing I didn’t want to do with him.

Cillians lips kissed, and sucked at my smooth neck. My hands ran up his hot back and to his dark hair, and his lips travelled down to my bare breasts. My fingers tightened in his hair with the sensations of his lips on my nipples.

His lips kissed back up to my neck leaving bites and bruises of love.

And Cillian slowly lifted his chest off mine and held his hands on either side of my head. My nails scratched down his bare back and my back lifted from the mattress. Cillians hand held firmly onto my thighs. His eyes glued between my thighs. It was a sight he couldn’t ever want to look away from.

My insides felt as though I were going to explode. And mine and his moans filled the room with the beautiful cries of pleasure.

His hands tightened around my delicate flesh and his hips pounded harder against mine. With such pressure my legs shook in his hands. My whole body squirmed and shook with the most intense pleasure, growing to a point I couldn’t hardly handle.

My fingers dug into the duvet and I screamed, “Cillian!”

He stared down at me with his blue eyes. His lustful gaze penetrated through me almost as deep as his perfect cock.

“Mmm… baby” he groaned, his pace slowly. “Mm that’s good.”

He kept the force the same and my walls twisted, and tightened around him. The feeling overwhelmed both of our sensitive bodies.

Sweet fluids leaked from between us. Everything grew so intense all so quickly. And then, it all came out.

Wetness flowed over his cock and into the white duvet beneath me. His speed and force quickened once again. Sweat built on his toned body and his thrusts became sloppy. And with the alluring sound of his pleasure, he slowed, and just barely thrusted.

My insides filled with heat and grew more and more wet. I watched his face as he released everything deep inside me. I held onto his waist and he lowered himself down to lie on me. His breath heavy, and his skin hot and damp. I kissed his shoulder and neck, still feeling his pulsing from within me.

It was more of the most beautiful things I’ve felt, and seen. Already, I wanted to go again. And then continue all night with my sexy husband.

Cillian cooled down a bit and eventually pulled out and lied onto the bed next to me. His breath had calmed and he was ready once again.

We crawled up towards the headboard of the luxurious bed and he in such an easy motion pulled me onto his lap for round two.

[cillians-sweetheart]

hi would you maybe do a fic of taking care of a sick cillian but he’s very stubborn at first as he doesn’t want the reader looking after him but eventually becomes to ill ans has to be tucked up in bed and taken care of? Just think he’d be adorable sneezing and stuff haha

Yesss I did my best, I hope you like it <33

Sick and Stubborn - Cillian Murphy

Sick!Cillian(36) x Wife!Reader(25)

Plot: mostly what the request had asked for (Y/N see’s her husband has become sick and she wants to comfort him and cuddle him but he just wants to be alone and pout, until eventually he learns the real healer of illness.)

Content: fluffy wife x husband, cillian’s kinda whiny, kind of an age gap

The irritating buzzing of my alarm woke me suddenly. I with no energy reached for my phone to turn off the ringing. As the room became silent once again, I slowly turned myself to my husband’s freckled, bare back. My hand gently caressed his smooth skin and reached over his torso, and I brought my face in close to his neck.

”Cillian hunny… wake up.” I whispered to him.

He groaned and moved just slightly. “No…” He whined like a child.

“Come on.”

He mumbled, “I don’t feel good…”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, delicately laying a kiss on his neck.

”My head hurts.” He said with congestion in his hoarse voice. I reached my hand from his warm stomach to his even hotter forehead.

“Oh hunny… Do you want me to stay home with you?” I said to him, In a motherly tone, hoping he would want me to stay home all day and baby him. It was definitely what I’d rather do than work.

“No.”

”Are you sure?”

”Yes. I’m fine.”

I lingered close to him for just a few seconds longer before slowly getting out of the warm bed. I walked to the bathroom that had been in our room to clean myself up. The door was kept open and every minute my eyes would glance over at my husband lying ill in our bed.

I had work to do, but deep down I felt guilt for leaving him. He could hardly breath and probably had a temperature of over 100°.

All I wanted to do was cuddle him and coat his face in tender kisses. But of course he’d never want that no matter how sick he was. Being babied by his wife wasn’t very ‘manly’ of him, and surely it didn’t boost his ego.

I finished putting my hair up, and adding light bits of makeup to my face. Cillian was still curled up beneath the covers quietly sniffing his every breath.

Coming around to his side of the bed, I kneeled next to him and saw his face had grown paler. I gently moved bits of fallen hair from his hot forehead and felt my heart sink at his suffering. There wasn’t any way that I would be leaving him here. Whether he liked it or not.

“I’m gonna stay home today. You don’t seem well enough to be alone.”

”I’m fine.” He groaned again.

”I’m still staying.” I stood and walked around the bed to the door. “And you’re having tea.”

I went to the kitchen and made a tea and grabbed every type of cold and fever medication I could find. And soon enough I was back upstairs next to my complaining husband.

“Take these.”

“No, I’m fine.” He mumbled hiding himself beneath the duvet

“Cillian you’re not gonna feel better unless you try.” He didn’t respond but just moaned in discomfort.

Clearly the pain in his head is getting worse, along with his fever. I took a deep breath and sat onto the bed beside him and set the hot cup of steaming tea into the nightstand. “I just want you to feel better.” I leaned down and kissed his face, moving his hair back. He squirmed and mumbled.

“I’m fine…” he said yet again.

“You keep saying that sweetheart so I do not believe you.” I kissed his head once more.

“Just let me sleep.” He sniffled and cleared his congested throat.

I watched as his eyes closed and he lied deep into the pillow with obvious discomfort.

“Okay… well… Do you want me to cuddle with you?”

“No no I’m okay” he turned to his back and held his head.

Eventually after staring at him hoping he’d finally let me cuddle with him, I got up and left him alone to sleep. Our home office was just down the hall so I went to finish my write up for work.

While working I stayed focused for the most part but would feel bits of worry for Cillian. I still just wanted to lay with him and kiss him until he’s better. So stubborn but so handsome he is.

After an hour I issued he had fallen back asleep and hopefully healed. And every now and then I’d hear his sneezes and coughs muffled through the walls.

Midway through my report his voice finally called out to me from down the hall. I quickly stood from my chair and down to our bedroom. Cillian was still lying on his back and the sickness on his face seemed to have grown worse.

“Yes, what is wrong hunny?” I quickly walked to the side of the bed to him and held his hot checks in my hands.

“Can you get me some tissues? Please..” He said sweetly looking up at me with his glistening blue eyes.

It wasn’t what I was expecting but I did say I’d get or do whatever he needed.

“Of course.” I took the tissues from the bathroom and laid them onto the nightstand. “Are you feeling any better?” I asked softly. Cillian shook his head, slowly. “Okay… well I’ll be just down the hall.” I went to leave him be, opening and lightly closing the door behind me. But as I walked throughout the halls his voice called out to me once again. I turned and opened the door. Again. “Yes?”

“Come here…” he groaned with an increased pain in his voice. I closed the door and crawled onto my side of the bed and to him. I laid next to him and rubbed my hand along his chest.

He didn’t say anything but took the hand from his side and held it over my back. I sunk into his touch and leaned up to lay gentle kisses to his face. His head fell against my lips and his eyes closed.

“Did you take that medicine?” I whispered, holding my lips to his hair.

“No…”

“And yet you wonder why you aren’t feeling any better” I chuckled. “Oh.. I love you”

“I love you…”

“I know you do hunny.” I ran my fingers gently through his hair. “Are you still against my cuddles?”

Cillian laid thinking for a moment, longer than I expected, before finally, “No no…”

“Good, because in the end I would’ve whether you liked it or not.” I giggled giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. “Let’s just have a nap okay… you need some sleep sweetheart.” I pulled the duvet up over his chest.

He nodded in desperate need for real, painless sleep. And with someone to hold and love, he could do that.

[cillians-sweetheart]

Apologies if I am not super active with posting over the holidays. I have seen all of your guys requests and I am in progress with them. Thank you!