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Secret Boyfriend - Thomas Shelby

Thomas Shelby(39) x Fem!Reader(18)

Plot: Y/N has a new, secret boyfriend who she meets up with late in the night to avoid judgement from her parents as he is not quite what they would want, but perfect for Y/N in pleasing all her needs.

Content: Smut, age-gap, pet names, secrecy, oral (m), rubbing (m & f), car sex, riding, dirty talk (m & f), huge daddy kink, no protection, Tommy sounds kinda pervy but romantic too

(Modern day Thomas Shelby in this story)

Laying in my little white bed, I kick my feet and grin at my screen while I text my new boyfriend, Thomas. I’ve met him through the internet and have met with a few times late at night when my parents were asleep. 

I couldn’t have them find out I had been seeing a man almost 3 times my age. I was freshly 18, and still a child to them. They’d never understand what Tommy and I have. He was tall, and fit. And each time I’d see him he’d wear the type of suits he wore to work. Perfectly tailored to his figure, and always smelling rich and manly. There was no way I could keep my hands to myself when I was with him.

Most nights I’d run out to his car in the dark and we’d drive around the city to an empty road where he'd kiss, and caress me until the sun rose. His lips were always so gentle. And during the day I’d sneak away from everyone to text him. 

{“I miss you”}, I texted while smiling and giggling like a high school girl. I mean technically I was, so it made sense.

Just seconds after a new message pops up on my screen. {“I miss you too my girl ;)”}

{“how was work?”}

{“Ah, it was fine, just boring office stuff. Nothing interesting.”} Thomas sent while sitting alone in his house, still in his work clothes and also grinning to himself.

{“Can I see you tonight?”}

{“Won’t your parents be home, baby?”}

{“Please daddy… I need you”}

Thomas chuckled to himself, {“Haha baby, don’t do this to me. I really want to come and touch you but I don’t want you getting caught”}

{“When my parents go to sleep I can sneak out and come meet you. No one will see me”}

{“Oh baby, you’re just tempting me. You know I can’t resist feeling you… I’ll be there tonight.”}

{“Ok thank you daddy, I’ll see you soon”} 

I sent the message with my cheeks a flustered shade of pink. I quickly jumped up from my bed and changed into nicer clothing and quickly applied makeup on my smooth face. It was getting late anyway so I’d get ready now. 

Thomas too got up and grabbed his car keys. He loved how I begged for him, and how I’d do anything just to see him. And soon enough he arrived outside my house. He was nervous for me, but couldn’t wait another second longer to touch me. 

{“I’m here love. Whenever you’re ready”}

{“Coming daddy”} I quickly replied and quickly ran down the stairs to the front door. 

When I came outside, Thomas was leaning against his expensive car with that handsome smirk he always got when he saw me. I quickly ran to him with my short dress flowing in the wind and brushing against my thighs. I wrapped my body around him in a tight hug, and inhaled deeply his rich scent and felt his toned chest through his shirt.

“Oh my princess…” He smiled and kissed the top of my head. “Come on baby.” He led me to the passenger seat and opened the door for me. 

We drove around through the dark empty roads. His big hand lightly rubbed my bare thigh with intimate caresses. Slowly I began to slide down in the seat making his hand go higher and higher between my legs. He got the hint and trailed his hand up my dress to gently tickle me through my thin, lacy pantries. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him from beside me as he rubbed me with his finger. I bit my lip and whimpered at his touch. He looked over to me, his eyes scanning from my shivering legs up to my baby doll face. 

“You’re such a cute girl… couldn’t wait to see daddy, couldn’t you?” He asked with his voice so smooth, and silky on my ears. 

“Mhm,” I nodded, looking down between my legs at my growing wetness for him. 

Eventually after several minutes driving through the quiet streets, Thomas parked at the end of a dead road. There was nothing but trees and darkness all around us. Thomas turned off the car and turned to me. 

“Give daddy a kiss.” He leaned in closer to me, moving his hands up to hold my face. I instantly fell into him and my lips latched onto his hungrily. Sweet little moans escaped my lips each time they’d separate even the slightest. 

Thomas pulled back to look closely at my face. With his thumb he traced my bottom lip, and in return I kissed his skin lovingly like a little puppy. “Such a good girl… you know exactly how to please your daddy, hm?” 

I nodded, continuing to kiss his thumb and over his whole hand. My submission was more than obvious for him. There’s nothing I’d not do for him. 

I pulled my lips away from his hand and Thomas leaned back to get out of the car. I watched him outside just briefly before he got back into the car in the backseat. He sat right in the middle with his legs spread and his bulge showing through his dress pants. 

“Come here.” He sat back, watching me with amusement as I crawled to him. “Good girl… Crawl to daddy.” His voice was low and sensual, making my legs shiver. 

In the backseat I straddled Thomas’s lap and looked into his blue eyes that I could barely see in the dark, but I could feel the lust in them. 

My hands felt around on his muscular chest and unbuttoned his shirt as my hands travelled lower and lower down his torso. His skin beneath was hot, and smooth and the hair on his chest, and below his belly button made my panties wet as I touched it. His legs spread wider, and his pants grew tighter. I felt as his hardening cock poked and rubbed me through my pantries. It made my mouth water.

I moved to the side on the leather seat next to him and looked up into his eyes while I eagerly undid his pants. His hips moved lower into the seat and his head laid back against the leather. He felt his cock just aching to be touched, and sucked. 

“That’s good baby, keep going.” He groaned under his breath while I pulled his big, needy cock from his pants. My eyes glared up into his while my face and lips slowly lowered to his hot, wet skin. I kissed and licked at his pink tip like a little kitten while making eye contact the whole time.

Thomas petted my silky hair while looking down at me with admiration, “My good baby… pleasing your daddy so well,” He groaned to the feeling of my lips hungrily sucking and kissing on his tip. His hand gripped in my hair and he tilted my face up to look at him while he pushed my mouth down the length of his thick cock. He groaned and cursed while I loved on his sweet, sensitive skin. I needed to give daddy more and slowly bobbed my head and sucked in my cheeks around him. “Hmh… god… just like that baby, just like that.” 

I sucked and swallowed him like it was the last thing I’d ever do. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. He tasted so good, and making my daddy feel good was all that I lived for. 

I pulled my mouth up from his dripping cock with a pop when he tugged on my hair. “Come.” He patted his thigh and I obediently sat up and straddled his lap. “Let daddy see that little pussy…” He was voice rough and hot in my neck and he lifted the straps of my pantries off and down my hips. I leaned back and let him strip me until I was completely naked on his lap, sitting and waiting for the attention I craved. 

“So cute,” He whispered glaring down my body and between my legs. His fingers slipped between my legs and slowly he rubbed my wet clit in gentle circles.

I was so sensitive from my growing arousal, and my sweet sounds and whimpering just encouraged him more. 

His fingers felt so perfect, rubbing faster and harder. I grind against his fingers eagerly spreading my wetness all over his hand. “You wanna cum?” He asked with his breath hot in my neck. 

“Mhm… Mhm daddy, please” 

“Cum on my cock… rub it.” He turned to lay back onto the seats and I sat on his cock against his lower stomach. My wet lips stroked his length, and my clit rubbed against his smooth veiny skin. I moaned and whimpered all sweet and desperate while I rubbed my pussy on him. 

Tommy gripped my hips, “fuck…,” he groaned with his head falling back. My soft lips were practically milking him and filling his stomach with precum. And eventually, I came with loud needy moans, and my fingers digging into his chest. His cock was absolutely throbbing by now and was bigger than it's ever been. 

“Oh, that’s such a good girl…” he praised sitting back up on the seat, me still on his lap. Tommy’s hands reached up into my hair holding my face close to his. We kissed sloppily while I sat and lowered myself down onto his aching cock. It filled my little hole so perfectly. Made purely just for him, as he’s the only one who’s ever used it. 

My hands held onto Tommy’s bulky shoulders, and he lifted his hips to forcefully thrust. My high pitched moans were in sync with his quick movements, and echoed throughout the car. The windows fogged and the air around us got hot and humid. 

Tommy’s lips sucked and kissed at my neck leaving his mark of property. My fingernails dug into his back and shoulders while trying to muffle my pleasurable whines in his hot neck. 

“Yes… Yes!” I yelled pounding my hips down onto him. “Daddy!” My body trembled and grew weak. Thomas took control using all his strength to buck his hips up against mine, his cock reaching deep inside. 

Thomas’s hand held tightly onto my plump butt, moving me up and down. Both of our skin grew damp with sweat and arousal. The movement between us got sloppy the closer we got. Neither of us had a proper thought but the feelings in our bodies. Everything between us with our bodies and lips, it went so fast like time hadn’t existed. Nothing existed when he and I were together, nothing but each other. 

And eventually over those last few, sloppy thrusts, Thomas’s cock shot his hot cum deeply into my cervix. His hips bucked up into mine forcefully which broke me into spilling my fluids onto his lap. I held onto him tightly as the sensitivity grew and faded and as our bodies began to slow down to a stop. 

I breathed heavily with little whimpers escaping with my exhale. I could feel Tommy relax and soften while still inside me. And before we moved we took the time just holding each other and gently kissing with the little energy we had left. 

I could feel the love Thomas had for me from the way he’d caress my bare hip and kiss me ever so gently. There was always a difference between him -in the way he acted-  before and after sex, but I loved both sides equally. He was rough and dominant but also gentle and romantic. And in the end he’d drive me home and kiss every inch of my face before I’d go back inside to sleep peacefully. 

“I love you my sweet girl,” He’d say each time. 

And from me, “I love you too, daddy.” With a kiss on his cheek. 

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First Date: Me & Him 🎀

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Hihihi could you please Write for Jim from tds?

Ofc he’s so daddy 😋

Maid For Pleasure - Jim TDS

Jim Murphy(38) x Cleaner!Reader(18)

Plot: Y/N becomes desperate for a job while in school and comes across a house cleaning gig that ends up suiting her, and her employers needs quite well.

Content: age-gap, smut, dubcon, pervy Jim, dirty talk (m), dominant Jim, slight degradation, spanking, adultery (m), cvm trapping, porno type plot

(Because we don't know Jim's last name in The Delinquent Season, we're just gonna say his last name is Murphy in this scenario.)

Being a broke, College student -freshly 18- I was in desperate need of a simple job I could do after school to be able to afford my basic needs. I would search every day at the part-time jobs listed in my area, but all required too many hours that I didn’t have. It wasn’t just my school hours it cut into, but studying hours I urgently needed to pass.

I was already doing well in school because most of my time was spent studying and spending extra hours in class unlike everyone else who had jobs to attend to. I had a choice, either get some money so I can feed myself, or be the greatest student in all my classes. That second choice was for sure tempting but probably not the right choice in the end. I’m not someone who’s overly comfortable with asking for money. I’d rather starve.

After several, continuous hours scrolling through the internet in my dorm room bed, my eyes catch a listing for a “Part-time house cleaning - paying $20/hour.” It was perfect. Easy, and well paying. I instantly clicked the link and read further. “Available during mornings and noon between 9:00am - 1:00pm.” I could easily go during my lunch break and free period around 11am. So I clicked apply.

It wasn’t until the next morning I had seen an email from Jim Murphy accepting my application. I was pleased to see I could start today at 10am. Quickly I got up and out of bed, got ready in a comfy, but cool outfit that I wouldn’t mind dirtying while slaving my way through this man’s house. I didn’t doll up fully, but made myself presentable enough to hopefully keep this job until I can find something more ideal.

I waited around my dorm until the time came for me to leave. When I did I was emailed an address on one of the middle class streets. Definitely someone who could afford a maid.

I pulled up to the house with my hair pulled back in a messy bun, my makeup light and my clothes tight but comfortable. After taking a few -several- deep breaths I got out and knocked on the front door. A slim man with a kind face opened the door to me and introduced himself as, “Jim.”

“Y/N.” I grinned in return to him. His eyes slowly gazed from up and down my face and figure. As if he wasn’t expecting his cleaner to be someone like me.

“Please come in Y/N. Apologies for the clutter. Children.” He chuckled, with an almost flirtatious grin.

“No worries,” I smiled. “This is my job.”

Jim went back to continue his work in the kitchen on his laptop, quickly typing and occasionally sipping tea for a mug. His dark brown glasses laid comfortably on the bridge of his small nose, and his legs slightly spread beneath the table.

I purposely cleaned every other room first before I made my way to the kitchen because if I’m being honest I didn’t expect I’d feel almost flustered around him. And because of that I avoided him to not embarrass myself. I knew he was married and I’d respect that, but I couldn’t help finding him handsome. He was and I couldn't control that. I’d manipulate myself into believing my attraction towards him was purely his fault to hide from the shame.

Finally the time came where I had absolutely nothing else to do in any other room in the house. Not even a speck of fuzz on the carpet. I kept my head down coming into the kitchen, reframing from any and all eye contact. I wiped the counters, vacuumed the floor, dusted and lastly scrubbed every surface from the floor to the cabinets.

I felt while on my knees scrubbing around the edges of the furniture, eyes on me. But each time I’d peer between my legs, Jims eyes were glued to his computer screen. I made out that I was probably just paranoid, and jittery with that need for affection.

But I wasn’t. Really every time I’d refocus myself to cleaning, Jim’s eye would glance from the screen to between my legs. In his mind, he imagined the feeling of my plump ass in his hands and the feeling of it rubbing against his lap. The thought alone made him painfully hard. His aching bulge pressed tightly against his jeans. And of course, my skin tight leggings fit perfectly around the shape of my pussy. The sight was so clear and perfect.

Being on my hands and knees scrubbing at the floor, Jim couldn’t look away as my hips, and ass moved in sync with the motion of my arm. Each scrub they jiggled and began providing an easier view as I bent my chest lower, and lower to the tile floor.

Jim grabbed at his bulge in his pants and had stopped worrying if I caught him staring. He was far too deep into the fantasy of ruining my little body to care. He swore under his breath and his hand tightened around his pulsing cock under his jeans. While I on the other hand hadn’t had a clue what was going on behind me.

Suddenly Jim stood from his chair and came up behind me. “I think you missed a spot… on the counter.” He stated with a tone I couldn’t identify.

“Sorry sir,” I quickly stood to my feet, still not looking him in the eye. “I’ll clean it.” I quickly, with my rag, walked to the granite countertop and began to scrub the surface. I could hear, and feel Jim slowly moving closer to me from behind.

“That’s good…” He purred, coming close behind me, his hips and boner rubbing against my butt. “Just like that.”

I froze. Jim’s hands laid onto my hips and his hard cock pressed against my pussy through my leggings.

“Don’t stop, just pretend I’m not here love” he leaned down with his hot breath on my neck. I continued to slowly stroke the counter with my damp rag. I felt panicked, and uneasy. But the feeling of him rubbing against my clit made me unbelievably wet.

“Mr Murphy…?” I whimpered, gripping the counter.

“Mhm?”

“What are you doing?” I asked with my voice shaky and unsure.

“You wouldn’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve touched such a young, beautiful body,” he whispered to me. “I need this. I need to touch you.” Completely avoiding my question.

My skin felt hot and my cheeks went red at his words. And suddenly his big rough hands tugged at my leggings, pulling them down my plump ass. I wanted to say something but all that came out was a muffled whine.

Jim quickly undid his belt from behind me. The sound made my whole body freeze in place.

“You want this baby?” His voice was low and lustful as he stroked his now bare cock against my clothed clit.

I squirmed in return to him, “mhm..” I moaned.

“Yeah?” His hand gripped firmly to my plushy hip. “Is that why you wanted this job? To be fucked like a little maid?”

I was speechless. By his sudden dominance and the power he held on me, and the way I’d do whatever he told me scared me.

Jim, with one easy movement, ripped my little pink panties down my legs. I felt the cool breezy on my wet bare skin, and then his hot tip brushing between my slits. From behind me I could hear him groan at the sight. “Such a pretty little pussy,” He squeezed my soft thighs and spread them to look closely at my needy hole. “Good girl…”

Without a warning Jim began to push his throbbing cock into me. The deeper he went, the more he groaned, “mm, oh you’re so tight…” His hips pressed against my butt.

I could feel his thick cock stretching my wet walls, and hitting deep in my cervix. I gripped the countertop and my eyes rolled up while he began to slowly thrust himself into me. “Oh that’s good…” He moaned and his speed, and force grew pleasurably hard. My little body being fucked senselessly against his countertop, legs shaking and moaning far too loudly for my liking. I tried to bite my lip holding my sounds back, but each time I did Jim would slap my ass forcing me to whimper and moan at his command.

The sweet sound of moans, and wet skin slapping filled the room. My pleasure made me almost scream as he forcefully beat me with his cock. And the way he’d slap my ass made my pussy drip and tighten around him.

“Fuck…” He squeezed my ass pounding me forcefully, “You feel so much better than my wife… god you're just so sexy.” He groaned with an assertive tone. “You like that? You want my cock?”

“Mhm” I moaned with my eyes rolling into my head. I felt so close with the force of him hitting every good spot. I squeezed against him trying to hold back, but the pulsing and wetness caught his attention.

“Cum for me.” He demanded and landed a hard slap on my ass. “Cum on my cock.”

With the way his voice sounded, my legs shook and my pussy fluttered and pulsed against his cock. My sweet fluids dripped down my leg and soaked his length. I moaned so loudly he finally held his hand over my mouth muffling my orgasm.

I stood there barely able to keep myself up while he finished beating my insides. I couldn’t stay quiet as I continuously came until he pulled out. And when he did he stroked his cock eagerly, his cum spitting all over my clit and aching hole. It was hot, and thick. And before I could do anything he yanked my panties up, trapping his hot cum on my pussy.

I felt sticky and sensitive, and Jim quickly lifted his pants. He grabbed me and pulled my back against his chest. “You’re such a good girl,” he purred. “I want you back here next week. And I’ll show you something that’ll need cleaning.”

I left his house and he paid me $200 cash. I felt like a prostitute in a way, but also real happy that I could finally take myself out to dinner and have something to look back to when I’d get into bed tonight.

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Guys I am being HATED on on Wattpad for the ending of Persecutory 😭😭 do you guys hate it too or…

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Lenny is so daddy…

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https://www.tumblr.com/cillians-sweetheart/772157725448847360/whos-got-fic-ideas-i-got-writers

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 my 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.