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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 life giver- 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.

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Me when Cillian’s boobs:

😳😍😋😛😜😘😩

I wanna lick him…

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WIG??? I am rethinking everything

Pinterest thinking Cillians wearing a $667 wig is actually CRAZY

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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.

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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 wam 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 hand 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.

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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!

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Persecutory was SO good and that twist… I certainly didn’t see it coming. Love your writing :)

Bless your heart! Thank you so much! 🤍🤍

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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☣︎ Chapter 37 (End)

Description: Johnathan Crane x Patient Reader. An 18 year old girl suffers from a mental disorder that Dr Crane takes an interest in, but It isn't just the disorder that catches his eye. Their love becomes so strong it drives her dangerously mad... more mad then she or him could ever imagine. 

ROMANCE + HORROR + SMUT STORY

No Batman and not everything about crane that's mentioned is correct to the actual character in DC.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Alcohol/Drug Use, Gore, Mental Illness, Parental Issues, Smut, Murder, Extreme Kinks (dom/crane, blood, choking, hair pulling, spanking, age gap, toys, dub-con and daddy kink) and Mention of Abuse, Assault and SA.

Not all warnings shown will be used in this exact chapter! Bold warnings are some to be expected throughout the chapter below!

I stood with my shaky knees up to him as he tucked himself into his pants half assed. With the tip of my finger I wiped my lip looking into his eyes. Eyes that looked so drained but filled with an immense amount of lust. He looked at me the way a predatory animal would. Hungry for its prey.

Johnathan lifted under me and swapped our positions. He slammed my back down onto his desk and ripped into the hem of my leggings. I was stripped down on his desk within seconds. My soaked panties were ripped by the strap with a sharp snap, and thrown onto the desk next to my face. But I couldn't complain since I wasn't the one who bought them.

Johnathan's hands gripped onto my thighs ripping them apart and pushing them up. I was completely bare and spread in the window. But luckily I was covered by Johnathan's head as he shoved it between my legs. He kneeled and squeezed incredibly tight onto my thighs as he dug his tongue as deep as he could into me. My head fell back against his desk where I let out a long and loud moan. He sucked all the way up from my dripping hole to my pulsating clit. His tongue went back and forth from circling and sucking. At occasion he would fuck me with his tongue, sticking it deep in my hole and licking my insides. Not one drip of my arousal was left untouched. He licked everything I produced making me almost go dry.

"You taste so good" He moaned with his mouth lifting just barely. His words brought me incredibly close to my edge.

I lifted my head and saw him already looking up at me while his tongue slithered along my slit. The sight became too much, I felt as if I were gonna finish so quickly just looking so I put my head back down. My thighs twitched and closed together against his head. He could sense my closeness with the way I pulsed and throbbed under his tongue. His eyes closed and his face dug deep. His hands rubbed along my thighs while he groaned into me. I uncontrollably moaned "daddy" While my fingernails dug into the wood of his desk. 

Meanwhile sounds of explosions and fear filled the city below us. Each pathetic individual inhaled the rotting gas, causing an amusing burn in their brains; Frying every last cell. 

Johnathan and I were far too busy to watch the whole thing, but just the sounds of fear from the streets alone were incredibly electrifying, arousing even. Nothing could have ever played out so beautifully. Even after the rain comes the sun, the success, the glory. We had it all. Gotham city, and soon... the whole world. 

But again, I heard the distant knock. Coming from all around me. From the walls, the ceiling. My eyes dart from every corner of the large, spacious room. My breath remains held in the chest, growing heavy and cold. I blink just a single blink. But my eyes don't open. With all my strength I still see nothing but the darkness of my own mind. My arm tries to reach, but with no movement, nothing but a numb paralyzation.

Bright, blinding light stings my eyes as they open suddenly. Above me; a large circular light, a familiar light. My head whips around, Lying on the same chair in Johnathan's office, and to my side standing concerningly, is Johnathan.

I look at myself, In the exact clothing of my first visit with Dr Crane. As for him, in the same suit as I remembered ever so vividly.

"You went out for a moment Y/N." Dr Crane slowly tilted closer to me with his clipboard clenched in his arm.

"What?" I sat up slightly and my eyes searched the room looking; desperately searching for any sign this is a dream.

"You went unconscious for about..." He peers down at his watch. "10 seconds."

"Johnathan, why are we here?" I was no longer amused with this prank of his. My tone grew paranoid while also agitated.

His face turned cold, unsettled. "How do you know my name..." He said with almost what sounds like fear. Which coming from him, was quite the surprise.

"Johnathan stop, why are you acting like that?" I sat up and leaned towards him and he in an instant began backing away from me. "Baby..." I tried to be reassuring as best as I could in this situation. "What is going on? Why are you being so weird?"

"Did you um... Happen to see anything while you were unconscious Y/N?" He said trying to keep himself serious but still with great concern. The black pen being held tightly between his fingers.

"What do you mean? No?"

"How did you figure out what my name was?"

It felt almost silly answering that. "What? We are married, why would I not know your name?"

"I am serious."

"So am I!" I felt now I could cry. It no longer felt like a joke, or a bad dream. This was real. "We moved in together, we got married, you got me a dog!" Tears welled up in my eyes. Dr Crane shook his head, in concern, but amazement. "And- and we had such beautiful sex..."

"Y/n that is inappropriate."

"But it's true! I remember every moment of it!"

Crane lowered his head, and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

"It was nothing but a dream, Y/n." His eyes returned back up to me.

"No... w-we did so much together..."

"We didn't."

"My mom... I killed her..." My breath was heavy. "And Tanner, a-and those other people..."

"Really?" Dr Crane now became intrigued, but still holding the annoyance in his voice.

"Yes, here... S-She is paying you to kill me!" The look, and expression portrayed on Crane's face changed quickly as I revealed what I knew. He went silent. Lost for words.

"Where did you receive that information?" His eyebrows furrowed, while he brought the clipboard in front of him. Clenching it tightly.

"You told me, a-and then we; I killed her."

"In your dream perhaps, but your mother is still just down the hall."

"She's alive...?" I asked, my heart sinking in my stomach, and my blood running cold in my face.

"Yes." He said seriously with a single nod.

At that moment, I froze in my spot. I couldn't feel a single thing throughout my whole, frightened body. My vision blurred in front of me, and my hearing faded.

"Y/N?" Dr Crane's voice was nothing but a mumble coming from a distance. "Can you hear me?" He spoke again. His words still not phasing me.

With a flash of paranoia I bolted at the door, opening it roughly. I didn't feel anything, nor did I have a single thought in my delusional mind. I ran, and ran throughout the halls of the dark, medical smelling asylum.

Tears of fear and betrayal ran down my cheeks, down onto the concrete floors. My feet fell harshly and my breath heaved heavily.

Not far behind me was Dr Crane; and in the far distance of the lengthy hallway, my mother. Both of them trying to holler, and catch up to me. My eyes, and my head whipped back to them every second. Seeing them becoming closer and closer. Yelling and taunting me with such a devil-like presence.

I'd been so focused on them, on seeing the distance between us closing with every passing moment. I hadn't seen ahead of me, the concrete wall coming in contact with my head.

Everything went black, and empty. The light above grew closer; brighter, coming to me. With my little strength I tried, but couldn't move. At all. Nothing but darkness, and light surrounded me. My mind, and body are completely paralyzed.

Circling around her, Dr Crane and Ms Y/L/N peered down at her lifeless body and fractured, bleeding skull. Her mother felt a pang of relief, and also guilt with her sudden, accidental suicide.

"I-I don't know what to say..." Her mother's eyes couldn't pull away from her daughter's dead body.

"Then say nothing. Mental insanity is not to be praised. Especially with a lunatic like her. Be proud she shall never roam Gotham City again."

"Thank you, Dr Crane." Her mother nodded, turning her eyes to him.

"Do not thank me, but your child for doing us all a favor in taking her own life."

The End

[cillians-sweetheart]

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☣︎ Chapter 36

Description: Johnathan Crane x Patient Reader. An 18 year old girl suffers from a mental disorder that Dr Crane takes an interest in, but It isn't just the disorder that catches his eye. Their love becomes so strong it drives her dangerously mad... more mad then she or him could ever imagine.

ROMANCE + HORROR + SMUT STORY

No Batman and not everything about crane that's mentioned is correct to the actual character in DC.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Alcohol/Drug Use, Gore, Mental Illness, Parental Issues, Smut, Murder, Extreme Kinks (dom/crane, blood, choking, hair pulling, spanking, age gap, toys, dub-con and daddy kink) and Mention of Abuse, Assault and SA.

Not all warnings shown will be used in this exact chapter! Bold warnings are some to be expected throughout the chapter below!

The large elevator doors that lead to his pent house apartment opened in front of my eyes. I was greeted by my sweet dog -Bonny- coming to stand at my feet. I kneeled down to the floor to pet her head. Johnathan walked past us, not acknowledging the dog. He didn't look back at me either but kept walking to where what looked like his office.

"Johnathan!" I called off to him as he disappeared behind a wall.

"One moment baby!" He called back. I heard the sound of a door being opened, then closed firmly. I turned my attention back to Bonny who had her tongue out while staring into my eyes. As a child I learned if a dog looked into your eyes it meant they loved you and saw you as their family. I smiled looking back into her black eyes, my hands stroking down the fur of her back and neck.

"You're so cute!" I squealed and smiled putting her face in my hands, squeezing her like she was a baby.

Her response was the bark, not meanly but bark. I thought maybe she was responding to me but I noticed her looking behind me. I wiped my head around seeing Johnathans legs in front of my face. I lightly jumped and looked up at his face. "Geez I didn't even hear you" I chuckled. Bonny kept barking at him, standing to her feet.

"Hey! Knock it off!" He pointed in her face. She came to his feet and sat. I noticed her also look up and at him the same way she did with me.

"She loves you." I said standing to be more at his level.

"No." He responded still looking down at her.

"She does, look" I stepped to Johnathan and shoved him back roughly. Bonny stood back to her feet and barked at me. Not the same way she did last night to Johnathan but still barked protectively. "See" I smiled looking up at him. "Okay Bonny, daddy's okay" I brought my hand down to pet her head. She sat back down and looked up at me.

"That sweater does look cute on you." Johnathan said to me with his hands in his pockets. My eyes turned up to see his light smirk.

I stood up fully from leaning towards Bonny. "Really..? I thought you didn't like it on me?"

He shook his head while tilting it down. Then his gaze coming back up to meet mine. "There's nothing I don't like on you sweetheart."

I blushed under his praise and reached my hands to hold his arms while I stepped another step closer. My head lifted further now being closer while he looked down upon me. "So about this mission... are you really gonna infect the whole city? Is that possible?" I asked softly.

"If it means you will be away from harm then yes, it will be possible."

"You're doing all of that for me?.." My face turned to a frown.

"Why else would I be?" He smirked humourlessly. "With everyone's brain dead, you and I can live without all this entanglement with the police. Or anybody."

"Would you still have done it if we weren't together?"

"Who knows. That reality isn't real." He shrugged.

"Right." I nodded my head slowly. "Wait so what did you do with that police officer? The one that made me leave."

"Well... I would imagine he's probably seizing on the floor of my office as we speak."

"You gassed him?" My voice grew in slight concern as he practically killed yet another person of authority. The more him and I killed, the more investigated we got. Which wasn't good.

"Yes, he was going to arrest me. What do you expect I do?"

"I don't know..."

Johnathan spoke up again quickly before I could really say anything else. "Besides, I'm too substanial for prison."

I smiled and sighed. I couldn't be mad at him. "You're right." My hands moved up his arms to over his shoulders. "I don't know what I'd do without you here... without someone to please my needs..."

"Exactly." His hands came down to my waist. "When this is done there will be no one else anyway. You and I will be all that's left."

"I like the sound of that" I bit my lip grinning.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm"

"Would you like to watch?" He checked his watch. "They're about to begin."

"Yes."

Johnathan took my hand and I followed behind as he lead me to his office. From there he went in behind his desk and pulled the large curtains open for what seemed like the first time. The gloomy sunlight lit the entire room. "Come" He turned back motioning his head towards the window. I came along beside him looking out the window. I saw 2 helicopters covering over a large building, which I assumed was the police station.

"Is that it? The helicopters?"

Johnathan's hand came around me and laid on my lower back. He pulled me in closer against his side. "Yes. Once they open, my bombs of fear toxin will explode all in their faces. Painting it will the look of pure insanity."

I watched for a moment as the helicopters swarmed and lowered. The first bomb was dropped, exploding through the roof with flames of released gas. Even from here you could see the green, potent fumes fill the air. "Why aren't you there?"

"Too risky. No one must know this is held under my operation. If anything it's a terrorist attack."

"Right..."

"And I'd rather be here to watch it with you." He said still staring out the window. I looked up at him for a moment then back to the window. A second one was dropped. Then another. Soon a whole cloud of fear toxin filled the sky above the station.

"So after this is done, what do we do?"

His eyes came down to mine. "Whatever you want. Without police who's gonna try and stop us?" He smirked.

"Yeah.. you're right"

"We could sex on top of that building there. No one would stop us." He pointed at the roof of a building from the window. I laughed while he smirked down at me. But I was still looking out the window. "Speaking of..."

"What?.." I looked up with a devious smile on my face.

"All of this insanity is making me horny." His body turned towards mine. Both his hands grabbed onto my hips while he stared down at me with his lustful smirk.

I then felt so small and vulnerable under him, but in a good way. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah..." He pushed his desk chair over to the side of his desk and lifted me for the hips. I was dropped down onto my butt on the edge of his desk with my legs dangling off the side. Johnathan came and stood between my knees, his hands holding my waist while he brought his head close in to my neck. He didn't quite kiss me but hovered his lips over my skin, letting me shiver from his warm breath. In which I did.

My eyes stay glued onto the scene from the window. Johnathans lips latched onto my neck like he was a leach. He sucked and kissed at my skin, groaning under his breath. The tingles his lips sent through my body made me also quietly moan.

"It's all gonna be ours baby.." He kissed into my neck. "You are gonna be all mine.." I felt myself begin to throb by his words. My arousal growing from the way his lips felt and the way his cologne smelt. I took my hands around his back, feeling the fabric of his suit against my finger tips while my face sunk into his shoulder. I deeply inhaled his scent and his lips began to trail back up my neck to my jaw. He breathed deeply while his arousal also grew for me by the second.

Johnathan's hands rubbed lower over the curve of my waist to my hips. He pulled me in further towards him. "Get on your knees for me baby." He whispered into my ear as his hand continued to push me towards him. I stood from the ledge of the desk and nodded. "This way." He swapped our positions so his back was leaning against his desk and I was kneeled on the floor with my back to the window. I went to grabbed onto his belt but he stopped me by his hands coming down onto my shoulders. "Shirt off first." He demanded in a quiet tone. I nodded again. I took my fingers under the his sweater and began to pull it over my head. He took it from my hands and laid it onto his desk, then motioning for me to proceed. I did so as my hands came back up to his belt.

Johnathan stared out the window watching the disturbance he caused. From as high as we were he could see all the people already running like pure lunatics. Police and Gotham citizens. Cars were crashing into lamp posts and people were screaming in terror. Johnathan planned on just gassing the police station buts what's so fun about that. It needed to be the whole city.

I looked up at him once more before I was about to take his pants down. He felt my eyes on him and looked down to me, running his hand over top my head. His fingers dug into the elastic in my hair and ripped it half with a sharp snap. Now with my hair falling down my neck and shoulders, Johnathan grabbed it all in his big hand and held it in his fist. I moaned as he pulled my hair back. "Open wide beautiful." He grinned down at me deviously as he pulled his semi hard cock out in my face. I opened my mouth, sticking the tip of my tongue out. He starred down at my mouth while rubbing his tip along my tongue. Then shoving it further into my mouth.

I went to close my mouth around it but he stopped me, completely pulling himself from my lips. "Not yet... keep it open." I reopened my mouth and he stroked it along my tongue. Johnathans hand gripped tighter onto my hair as he pushed my face deeper. His cock sliding along the back of my tongue and throat. I gagged, struggling to keep my mouth open. "Shhh it's okay" He hushed quietly. Johnathan's head leaned back as his continued to push himself along my tongue. My hands in my lap squeezed onto my thighs, doing my best to prevent myself from gagging. It wasn't the most efficient though as I still gagged each time he thrusted my head down.

"Okay baby, suck." He let go of my hair and put his hands down onto his desk behind him. I readjusted myself and held onto his thighs. My lips came all the way down and up over his now fully erect cock. I held onto him for support to get keep my rhythm in balance. My cheeks sucked and my throat opened up. I closed my eyes to feel and taste the moment more.

Johathan continued back to starring out the window. He twitched and grunted feeling me and watching his mess outside. The sight in front of him turned him on in the same way porn would to a person.

I turned and twisted my head around and licked along his underside, still with him in my mouth. Bits of precum landed on my tongue and down my throat. I would at occasion look up at him and see him still watching out the window. I wanted to see react so I moved my head faster and sucked harder. His whole body twitched at my change of motion. Little groans and grunts came from him as he tried his best to keep his hands from me. He wanted badly to grab onto my hair and fuck my face. But he also wanted to just let me do it on my own, and suck him on my own. He looked back to the window as a way to distract himself, but the sight made him suddenly feel very close. His body tightened as clenched as he tried to prevent himself from finishing this soon. I could tell he was close with the way his thighs tightened under my palms and his cock throbbing on my tongue. I slowed my movements and glided my head more softly. My saliva soaked his firm cock and dripped down my face. I moaned lowly as I took him deep in my throat.

Johnathan could no longer look away from me. His lips parted and his eyes watched down as my little mouth sucked him. "Fuck..." I began to go fast again and suck my cheeks in as much as I could. My mouth practically crushing him. His hands gripped onto the ledge on his desk until his knuckles turned white. The urge to touch and grab me became incredibly strong. Everything became so strong, so pleasurable. Johnathan's legs twitched, then again and again. His warm cum shot into my mouth and onto my tongue. I continued to suck driving his orgasm all the way through. By the end of it my mouth was completely filled with his sweet cum.

[cillians-sweetheart]

ohhh, any fluff really... But what about like... Reader is like sick or had a bad day and Cill is there to cheer them up?! (Could be a little holiday-ish for the time of season lol)

But I'd love anything!

Sure great idea! I'll work to get these done for you asap! Thank you ♡

[cillians-sweetheart]

hello love !! i LOVE your writing so much. can you write a cute, soft smut between cillian and virgin!reader? i'd love to read what you come up with. thank you <33

Aww you're actually an angel on Earth. I'd love to write something like that!

If you'd like to privately message me your @ so when I publish the fic I can add it so you can find it easily that would be lovely!

Thanks! ♡

[cillians-sweetheart]

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☣︎ Chapter 35

Description: Johnathan Crane x Patient Reader. An 18 year old girl suffers from a mental disorder that Dr Crane takes an interest in, but It isn't just the disorder that catches his eye. Their love becomes so strong it drives her dangerously mad... more mad then she or him could ever imagine.

ROMANCE + HORROR + SMUT STORY

No Batman and not everything about crane that's mentioned is correct to the actual character in DC.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Alcohol/Drug Use, Gore, Mental Illness, Parental Issues, Smut, Murder, Extreme Kinks (dom/crane, blood, choking, hair pulling, spanking, age gap, toys, dub-con and daddy kink) and Mention of Abuse, Assault and SA.

Not all warnings shown will be used in this exact chapter! Bold warnings are some to be expected throughout the chapter below!

I slowly walked throughout the halls of the asylum, peering into every opened door or window. Patients hollered in the distance while the lights above my head flickered and made an irritating buzzing sound. The nurses that walked up and down the halls all seemed out of sorts and unsteady. Nothing here looked right.

I came across once again the hall I was looking for. It was the hall containing the cells. I trailed down it while being yelled at again by the patients behind the glass. Some jumped against the glass and screamed while others just starred miserably and jealously at my freedom. But at the last cell was nothing, no sounds or movements. I peered in seeing him yet again, sitting as if he was waiting.

"You've come back for me Y/N" He grinned sitting in the chair against the back wall of the cell. "Come to take me out of here or what sweet cheeks?"

"Uh... No. I was just exploring."

"I think you missed me." He pointed his finger at me with a smug smirk.

"Not really, no."

"What a shame" He rubbed his thighs. "Truly, such a shame."

"Did you miss me..? Or something?"

"Of course I did, I mean if by all means you get me out of here then I love you."

"I'm not letting you out."

"Then you missy, just missed out on the opportunity of true love."

"But I am already loved"

"By who, Crane?" He smirked "Yeah yeah.. So has that husband of yours been arrested yet?"

"Arrested?"

"Yeah have you not heard? The police are all over this place. I'd watch it if I were you sweetheart, you're probably next."

"Excuse me?" I stepped closer.

"I'm just telling you the truth doll face. Get out of here while you can. And maybe take me with you if you know what I mean?" He winked.

"The police are here to a-arrest him?"

"Why else would they be? He's a nutcase. Even more than me."

My heart began to race in my chest and I turned back and began to quickly walk back towards Johnathan's office. Almost running.

"Come back!" I heard him yell to me in the distance.

My eyes blurred and my heart throbbed in anxiety with the thought they could've taken Johnathan. I was more scared now than I've ever been before. My body burned and my legs moved quickly down the long gloomy halls. I was so out of sorts I didn't even acknowledge the open door in the middle of the hallway. When I walked past it, an arm reached at me and roughly grabbed onto the sleeve of the sweater. A hand was put over my mouth and I was dragged into the dark room. I kicked and screamed but the door was closed before anyone had a chance to hear me. I continued to scream with the hand still over my mouth. The light in the room was flicked on and I saw the familiar shoes below me. I looked up and saw Johnathan holding onto me.

"Shhh!" He hushed me with his hand still over my mouth. My heart still throbbed in fear, but began to calm knowing it was only him. "You're okay.." He reassured and let go of my mouth.

"What are you doing?" I asked out of breath and my eyes almost welling with tears.

"We need to go baby okay?" He starred into my eyes with his hands on my shoulders.

"What-" Johnathan grabbed onto me again and put his mask back on. He opened the door and looked around before pulling me out. He held me by my bicep and quickly walked me down to hall with a painfully tight grip on me. "Johnathan-"

"SHH" He continued to drag me towards the elevator. Once the doors closed behind us his grip on my arm loosened.

“Where are we going?"

He took his mask back off. "They know."

"What? About what?"

"They're trying to stop me Y/N. All of my hard work."

My body was still in too much shook to even comprehend what he was saying. I laid my hand onto his arm while I looked up at him. "What.."

"But just because they try to stop me doesn't mean they will stop you." He turned and my face in his hands.

The elevator door opened to the bottom floor. Basement.

"Come" He took my hand again and pulled me down the hall. "See this?" He opened a large door which lead to a balcony. A balcony I've never seen before. "This my love is where my precious toxin is made.." He spoke sinisterly. Looking down I saw open pipes and workers with large buckets of a green-ish substance.

"Your factory?" I asked looking up at him.

"Yes my dear." He put his hand back onto my cheek. "And with this, the entire police force will be so clinically insane they won't be able to move" He said with a hint of excitement in this voice.

"You wanna poison all the police?" I asked softly.

"Yes and then you and I can be together without an interruption."

"How are you going to do it?" My head turned -still in his hand- to the men poring the substance into the pipes of flowing water.

"Infect their water... along with their air source. I'll have bombs of my precious gas released into their station."

"And you think that's gonna work?"

"Of course it will." He turned my face back to look at him. "Your daddy knows best."

My eyes glowed looking at his beautiful, evil face. "Okay... well if you think this can work then... do it." I said nodding and grinning.

Johnathan pressed his lips against mine. "Oh I'm so glad you agree baby, but we should go. Now."

"What where?" I asked as Johnathan pulled me by my arm back off the balcony and into the returning hallway. His fast speed made me trip over my feet, not being able to catch up.

Johnathan finally stopped coming to the elevator, answering my question. "Home." The doors opened and Johnathan dragged me in once again. "For now." His eyes stared straight and the closing door in front of me.

"What do you mean for now?"

His eyes came down to me. "Well I have a mission I must fulfill darling."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't expect long... by the end of it, all of Gotham will be ours." The doors opened in front of us revealing the hall way that lead to the exit."Better start saying your goodbyes to the sane." His face came back up straight as he began to pull me again by my hand. The closer we came to the exit the more police cars could be heard. I swallowed and gripped slighter onto his hand and he walked confidently through the entrance doors. "Put a smile on your face my dear, soon this can all be ours." He grinned pulling me to his car.

"All of it?" He opened the passenger side door for me, letting me step in.

"All of it." The door was closed. Johnathan came around the front of the car to the drivers side, getting in. He sat at the wheel and stared forward. "This whole, pathetic city... all ours..." He spoke quietly in a way that sounded like he was talking to himself. He had an unreadable expression on his face, but I knew -with his smart mind- he would make this mission of his succeed even if it threatened his life. There's nothing Dr Crane wanted more than to rule all those who ever damned him. Punish them with the beautiful consequences of insanity.

[cillians-sweetheart]

Good Girls get Good Grades - Robert Oppenheimer

Oppenheimer!Teacher(40) x Student!Reader(19)

Plot: Looking at her grades, Y/N is incredibly desperate to pass her university physics course.

Content: smut, unprotected pv, age gap, riding, oral (f & m), cheating (m)

I sat in the back of the crowded classroom, staring at the mess of a chalkboard filled with quantum field theory equations, and my teacher’s -Mr Oppenheimer's- Idea and results for the quasiparticle models. My paper in front of me was nothing but scribbles and useless lines of algebra. And looking at my grades my eyes should’ve been paying attention to the board, but my glare couldn’t stay off of my slim, lanky teacher at the center of the room. His eyes; an icy, sapphire blue, and his hair dark brown, with strands of gray. He spoke sternly but yet so delicately.

With my face in my hand, I did my best to keep my eyes on the chalkboard. My brain comprehends most of it, but surely not all. Mr Oppenheimer explained the unit well enough even for the stupidest to understand. That’s why I was embarrassed of my poor grades. I’d ask for extra help if I didn’t feel like such a moron. Especially with a teacher like Oppenheimer, I want to do nothing but impress him and be a student he admires.

I stared into his eyes while he spoke his intelligence. In my mind I pretended it was me -just me- he was speaking to. That I was special, and smart enough to understand exactly what his beautiful mind was saying.

“Well, That will be time. Thank you.” I was caught out of my daze by the ending of class. Mr Oppenheimer checked his watch and all the students quickly stuffed their bags. But I was a bit slower. Not only because of my exhaustion but also hoping he would talk to me first and I wouldn’t have to suffer through the embarrassment of asking for help.

Finally my bag was packed, my desk clean, and every student out the door. I slowly walked to the front of the room where Mr Oppenheimer sat, scanning over assignment papers laid in large stacks. My mind debated if I should walk past and continue as I did everyday to not acknowledge him, or save my future and ask for help.

Coming in front of his desk, just meters from the door, I made up my mind at the last minute and stopped in front of him. His alluring eyes slowly glaring up at me.

“Yes, how can I help you Ms. Y/L/N?”

“I um… My grades aren’t very good…” I said with shame, and even irritation with myself for being this way. For being so slow, and yet so incredibly attracted to a man I shouldn’t be.

“I see. So what do you need help with?” His eyes looking into mine were friendly, and inviting. Much more comforting than I could have hoped for.

I was silent for a moment, thinking of what exactly it was I was struggling with. “Um… All of it?”

Mr Oppenheimer chuckled to himself. “Is that so?”

“Mhm… is there any way I could pick up my grades enough just to pass? I have plans for the future and I just can’t afford to fail any of my classes.”

“Did you happen to have any ideas of how we can do that?”

“No… I was hoping you’d know something I could do. For at least a 50.”

Mr Oppenheimer leaned back in his chair. His piercing eyes staring up at me in such a way that caused weakness in my legs. That perfect, sharp structure of his face banished all my morals. I was ready to do anything for those grades.

“Some things can be arranged. I could perhaps assign you some more practice, or find a tutor-”

I cut him off saying. “Anything that doesn’t require my knowledge maybe?… Because if I’m being honest, I don’t see it getting any better.”

Mr Oppenheimer nodded and lowered his head thinking. Finally he spoke, “What is your current grade?” His eyes came up to mine.

I paused for a moment feeling ashamed of admitting the truth. “38…”

He exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “If your grade were closer to a 48 I’d be willing to round up, but in this case, I’m not so sure how to help you Ms. Y/L/N.”

I felt my heart sink. My constant need for academic validation has become too overwhelming. I could not fail.

“I’ll do anything, Mr Oppenheimer.” I begged. “Literally anything. I need this. Please.”

He sat thinking. Then said, “If you're willing, I can take some time from my evening and we can work together to get you back on track.”

I decided to take the opportunity, having it be the only option I had. “Okay, yeah sure. Where and what time?”

Mr Oppenheimer took a piece of paper and began to write in neat cursive an address, and time. “Here. 7 o’clock.” He handed me the paper, folded completely symmetrical.

“Thank you Mr Oppenheimer.” I grinned and tucked the paper into my pocket. He grinned in return and I left the classroom. In the crowded hallway I took the paper from my pocket, opened it and read the address, reading it to be the address of a house rather than an office as I expected. A house not too far from the little apartment I lived in. I recognized the street name. From what I’ve heard it’s the street of the wealthy and successful. You know, the people that I’ll never be like.

Sitting in my lonely, empty apartment, I waited staring at the small oven clock for the time to reach 6:50pm so I could leave.

I had touched up my makeup and hair before leaving. And when I did, I sat in my car outside Mr Oppenheimer’s beautiful house. I flipped down the mirror and readjusted my hair and wiped the smudged mascara from my eyelids. If my intelligence wasn’t going to impress him, my appearance would.

Finally with enough courage I got out of my little cheap car and walked up to his glistening front door. I knocked delicately and waited until it opened. And there he was, looking oddly better than he did just hours ago. Looking comfortable but still so professional, and manly.

“Good evening Ms. Y/L/N.” He grinned welcomingly. “Please, come in” He moved to the side to let me in. I nervously walked in and he closed the door behind me. Mr Oppenheimer led me to his dining room where he had neatly laid out formulas and practice sheets to guide me through. I sat down and he sat close next to me. The heat from his body radiating onto mine as he flipped through pages, using his silky voice to explain these impossible mechanics. I pretended to understand. Nodding my head and asking dule questions to seem as if I understood what his pretty lips were saying.

His scent was rich. Making my heart sink deep in between my legs. The heartbeat got stronger and stronger. And I shivered as he moved just an inch closer to me. His hands laid out in front of me writing the nonsense he was so good at.

My eyes uncontrollably begin to glare down to the gap between us at his lap. The sight put me into a daze…

“Y/N?” He asked. I whipped my head up and looked up at him. Our faces much closer than they were minutes ago. “Does that make sense?” I looked down at the paper, and nodded un-surly. But he seemed to notice that I was still just as clueless. “Would you like me to go over it again?” He asked.

I paused for a moment, then grabbed onto his thigh with desperation in my eyes. “Mr Oppenheimer… I can’t do this… Please I’ll do anything besides this.” I begged looking deep into his eyes. “I just can’t do it… I’m sorry.”

“I understand.” He nodded reassuringly.

“Is there anything else I can do? That doesn’t involve this quantum particle stuff?”

Mr Oppenheimer leaned back in the dining chair. His eyes scanned either side of the room. The house was empty besides us. Completely silent. No wife, nor children home.

“Come with me, Y/N.” He stood and waited until I did as well and began to walk throughout the large home. I followed him through the halls and several living rooms to a set of long stairs. I continued to follow him up these velvet covered stairs to again, another hallway. At the end he led me to a door which he opened. Inside; a dim lit bedroom with several book casings covering every wall. I looked around and he stood still in front of me. Staring at me with a look I’ve never seen from him before. “What all are you willing to do to pass?” He asked with his voice low, and in a somewhat sensual tone.

“Anything, Mr Oppenheimer.”

He slowly nodded and one by one popped the buttons of his shirt. My eyes trailed down from his face, to his bare, pale chest becoming more revealed before my very eyes. He gradually began to step closer to me. So close until I could feel his heat on my skin. My hands craved to reach and feel his skin, and kiss it delicately. But I couldn’t. I froze.

His hand came to my cheek, stroking it with gentle caresses. My body instinctively moved closer to him. Sinking into his touch. “You want good grades sweetheart?” His voice was low. “You want me to fix them for you?”

My voice was shaky and clearly anxious. “Yes, sir.”

Both of his hands came to my face. Holding my soft cheeks in his embrace. “Then I will. If you do this for me…” The small gap between our faces closed as his lips came down to mine. The feeling, and suddenness scared me and I pulled back. But not even a second later, I grabbed his face and kissed him back. His lips tasted so good, and felt so good against mine.

I fell weak towards him. Completely unable to control myself. My panties grew more and more wet by the second. Mr Oppenheimer’s hands rubbed down my waist to my hips. He swung me around and down onto his bed. His body pinned over mine.

Our lips continued to kiss with such a force that could bruise. My hands ran down his bare chest, and my body ached desperately for him. I moaned into his mouth, and out loud as his lips traveled to my neck.

His rough hands groped my breasts and reached beneath my shirt. He lifted the thin fabric of my shirt, and bra off of me and his lips sucked and kissed the soft skin of my breasts. My hands ran through his short hair. Mr Oppenheimer’s hands as his kisses went lower, pulled at my pants, and panties down my thighs. His lips followed.

I watched his eyes glare up at me once more before his sweet, delicate tongue licked beautifully along my soaking slit. My legs flexed and my head fell back. His tongue licked over my clit slowly in a way that made my whole body shiver. I became more wet than I ever knew I could. My sweet arousal dripped from my desperate pussy and onto his pleasurable tongue.

His hands held beneath my thighs. Lifting them higher, closer to my stomach, he dug his face deeper between them. Licking and kissing me as if it were the last thing he’d ever do.

I could feel my pussy throbbing, and pulsing like my heart. Leaking, and beating against his pretty lips. “You taste so good…” He groaned just barely lifting his lips from my sensitive flesh. At his words I felt my body ache in need of release, and to him the same. His cock throbbing, and tearing through his pants.

Mr Oppenheimer licked at me once more before standing in between my legs, undoing his belt and pants. I watched his thick cock become released from the tight fabric. Pulsing with eagerness.

I felt myself sink into the sight of his big, perfect cock just inches from my aching pussy. I’ve never needed anything more in my life. Not even good grades could compare.

Mr Oppenheimer laid onto the bed on his back next to me and in an instant I crawled to straddle him. My hands held with a firm grip onto his bare chest that peaked from his opened shirt. I couldn’t wait a moment longer and had his cock under me, pushing and stretching into my little pussy.

He held my hips and thrusted his cock deep up into me. I cried out a moan that pleased him. His hands glided my hips up and down as I rode his cock, staring down at his stunning, lustful face. I could cum just looking at him below me. But his thick cock deep inside me surly added to it. Making me scream for him and ride him like no one has. All my energy and force; my tight, soft pussy stroking his cock so perfectly.

His groans of pleasure were more than enough motivation to make him cum until he couldn’t anymore. I dream of milking his cock until I’m filled with his sweet cum.

My moans fill the room with the loudness of immense pleasure. Screaming, “Unh! Yes!”

Mr Oppenheimer’s eyes moved from my face, my bouncing breasts, to my pussy swallowing his throbbing, needy cock. The sight brought him ever so close, and me so close to soaking his cock and passing quantum physics. He was delighted with my youth, and my tightness. Never feeling such a pleasure. I was young and sexy with a perfect body, and pussy. The only thing he could’ve ever wanted.

Screaming through my exploding pleasure, my pussy soaked his cock and leaked over his thighs and stomach. My legs shook as I came upon a man I’ve been dreaming of.

He sat there as I shook from my orgasm just seconds from his needed release. I sat up off his cock and bent forward; licking and sucking on his wet, pink tip. My lips glided down every thick inch. The taste made my pussy drip more.

I stared into his eyes while I took him deep into my throat, sucking as hard as I could. He looked at me with great pleasure and admiration. And soon, his hot cum shot throughout my mouth and filled my throat. I looked deeply into his eyes while I swallowed every bit. Licking my lips.

He chuckled as I began to crawl back up his body. He whispered to me as I brought my lips low to his, “Good girls get good grades.”

And indeed I did. Passing his course with a 90.

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How long is persecutory?

Persecutory is 37 chapters long and all together takes approximately 4 hours to read the entire book. :)

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[cillians-sweetheart]

could you do a little villain fluff? I love soft cill...

yess of course!! Did you have any specific plot in mind? I'm asking because I don't really know what it should be about because there are so many options. Thanks!

[cillians-sweetheart]

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☣︎ Chapter 34

Description: Johnathan Crane x Patient Reader. An 18 year old girl suffers from a mental disorder that Dr Crane takes an interest in, but It isn't just the disorder that catches his eye. Their love becomes so strong it drives her dangerously mad... more mad then she or him could ever imagine. 

ROMANCE + HORROR + SMUT STORY

No Batman and not everything about crane that's mentioned is correct to the actual character in DC.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Alcohol/Drug Use, Gore, Mental Illness, Parental Issues, Smut, Murder, Extreme Kinks (dom/crane, blood, choking, hair pulling, spanking, age gap, toys, dub-con and daddy kink) and Mention of Abuse, Assault and SA.

Not all warnings shown will be used in this exact chapter! Bold warnings are some to be expected throughout the chapter below!

Johnathan's hand came down onto my face. His palm tracing down my temple to my cheek. With his thumb, he spread his cum further along my cheek. Then putting his thumb in my mouth for the rest to be sucked off. I did slowly while holding our erotic eye contact.

I could hear his breath, hot and heavy through his mask. My legs quivered from the way his eyes stared so intensely at me, and the way he spoke to me. His voice so husk and heated. "You're so pretty..." Johnathans palm traced along the line of my jaw. My face melted into his hand as I closed my eyes and relaxed my face. I applied small kisses of praise onto his hand. "Good girl..." He spoke softly as my lips trailed along the length of his hand. "Come here" He pushed my head from behind, closer to his abdomen. "Kiss daddy." He demanded in a gentle voice. I brought my lips forward to gently kiss the bare skin of his stomach. I closed my eyes as my lips kissed slowly and delicately up his toned body. Johnathans hand lightly stroked the back of my head, admiring my praise to him.

Johnathan began to pull off his mask as my lips still sucked and kissed his skin. He dropped it onto the floor and now had two hands on the back of my head. He could see me much better now.

Under his breath he groaned and let his head fall back. My kisses left tingles along his body, causing an inner pleasure. But he was not the only one. I always felt immense pleasure being able to kiss and touch his body. My hands reached up his hips and held onto his waist while I left hickeys up his stomach.

"Oh you're such a sweet girl.." Johnathan spoke delicately while his hand moved strands of hair from my forehead. I melted into his voice and my lips melted into his skin. I would never stop if I didn't have to. "Do you love me baby?" He lightly pulled my hair back for me to look up at him. I nodded. "Tell me."

"I love you" I whispered.

Johnathan grinned and his hands glided down to my shoulders. He gently began to push me onto my back on the bed. I stared up into his eyes as he laid over top of me. Johnathan's arm laid alongside my head, his hand moving my hair to the side. His other hand came to hold my face while he pressed his lips against mine with a pure passion. My cold naked body was now warm with him on top of me.

"Get into bed baby" He pulled his lips away from mine and at up off me.

"D-Do I get dressed?" I sat up as well holding my arm over my cold breasts.

"No, I like you naked." Johnathan lifts his boxers from the floor and pulled them back up over himself.

"Oh okay" I stood up and walked to the top of the bed where I pulled the blankets back to get in. I laid comfortably in the silky bed pulling the warm blankets over me. Johnathan got in next to me. I pulled myself as close as I could to him to feel his warmth.

As the time hit dawn with the sun still down, Johnathan stood from the bed. He lightly pushed me off him and I turned around to readjust  in the bed.

Johnathan got himself ready as he always did with the same routine. A routine so precise that he was done at exactly 7am on the dot, the time he would normally wake me.  

"Y/N.." His hand ran along the bare skin of my shoulder.

"Hm?"

"Time to get up."

"No.." I mumbled pulling the blankets further over my shoulder.

"You cannot stay here today, you need to come to work with me." He pulled the blanket back down to my waist. "Come on sweetheart."

I groaned and turned to face him. I had forgotten I was nude until my eyes fully opened. "Can you get me a robe or something?" I mumbled as my voice was still developing along with my consciousness.

Johnathan fetched me a robe to put over myself so I could get myself dressed. He laid it over my shoulders as I sat up off the bed. "I'll be by the door. I want to see you at 7:15."

"Okay..." I sat up and Johnathan exited the room, closing the door behind him. I went into the closet to find something easy and comfortable. Unfortunately Johnathan didn't like comfortable for me everything had to be dazzling and sexy. But luckily I still had a pair of my leggings... but no comfortable top. I looked through all the clothing in the closet seeing noting but tight, revealing black tops and dresses. I dug through everything that was said to be mine. All I could find was the tank tops I slept in, but he wouldn't want me to wear that to a place of work.

I turned around just trying to think of what I was going to wear when my eyes locked on his side of the closet. I saw a black knitted sweater that looked comfortable and warm. I pulled it off the hanger and looked over it. Shouldn't be too big. I put a bra on and pulled his sweater over my head. The bottom fell along my thighs and the sleeves came a bit past my fingers.

To finish off the look I put my hair up and sped walked throughout the apartment until I saw him standing at the door, staring down at his watch. He had his brief case in his other hand, waiting patiently for me. Once my footsteps were heard his head remained down but his eyes shot up to me.

"Nope."

"What?"

"Thats mine."

"It's comfortable.." I frowned looking back down at it on my body.

"It's mine."

"But aren't I also yours? What's the difference?"

He sighed and looked again at his watch. "Whatever. We need to go, come on" He grabbed onto my hand and dragged to the elevator.

Leaving the car at the asylum he held my hand tightly, pulling me through the parking lot. The sun had began to rise and the air was cold. The inside in the asylum wasn't any better as the temperature may have been only a degree out two warmer.

"I have paper work I need to do regarding a new coming patient. I need you to just behave alright?" He quickly sat at his desk shuffling through papers.

"Okay.." I sat in the chair across his desk, just staring at him. He pushed his glasses up his nose and began to fill in papers. So concentrated and stressed. "Can I sit on your lap?" I asked with a little whine.

"Not right now sweetheart." His eyes stayed down on his paper.

I took a deep breath and curled my legs up to my chest. I held them against me laid my head down. My eyes closed as I sat in the deathly quiet room. Quiet until the door was roughly pushed open. Mine and Johnathan's head flew up seeing Officer Gordon at the door. His eyes looked at me and he grinned warmly.

"Angela, what a nice sweater you're wearing" He complimented.

"Thanks" I grinned back.

"Angela sweetheart do you mind if I talk to Dr Carne here for moment, alone."

I looked over at Johnathan for approval. He nodded at me. "Oh... okay" I stood up and walked towards the door. Officer Gordon opened it for me. I went into the hall way where the door was closed behind me. I stood outside the office door for a moment thinking of where I'd go, but then remembered I had a past friend just down the hall.

"Johnathan Crane." Officer Gordon came closer to the opposite side of Johnathan's desk, looking down onto him. "I'm afraid to say I need to put you in under arrest until the murders in your building are investigated." The officers face was now serious and less welcoming when he looked at Johnathan.

Johnathan chuckled to himself and removed his glasses, folding them. "I don't think that will be necessary officer."

"I've talked to Mr Finch. He has proof from him of disobeyed laws upon your asylum along with the strange coincidences in your building."

"Oh Mr Finch.. a delirious man he is." Johnathan smiled. "What proof does he have?" He humored himself, then looking back up to Gordon. "I can assure you everything in my practice is well in authority."

"Would you please explain the murders in your building then?" He stepped closer to Johnathan's desk.

"Oh no.. I'm afraid I cannot, because I was not apart of them."

Officer Gordon slammed his hand onto Johnathan's desk. "Do you really expect me to believe any of that. I know you did it Crane!"

"You don't know anything." Johnathan said plainly as he stood from his chair, now eye level with officer Gordon. "And even if you did... You would never be able to stop me."

"I'd recommend you obey, you wouldn't need another charge on your record."

"Yeah? My record?" Johnathan grinned and mocked. He took not even a second of this seriously.

"Did your assistant Angela assist you in these crimes as well?"

"Excuse me?" Johnathan's face went cold. He was suddenly threatened by the officer pinning me to this as well.

"You heard me... You monster." The officer stepped closer to him so they were just inches apart. Johnathan reacted quickly, slamming his head against the officers. Officer Gordon fell backwards. He held his busted head while reaching for the gun in his belt. But Johnathan was quick to press his watch releasing the toxic fumes into the air. The officer chocked and gagged. Johnathan took his mask from his briefcase and pulled it over his face before he was able to inhale any of it.

[cillians-sweetheart]

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☣︎ Chapter 33

Description: Johnathan Crane x Patient Reader. An 18 year old girl suffers from a mental disorder that Dr Crane takes an interest in, but It isn't just the disorder that catches his eye. Their love becomes so strong it drives her dangerously mad... more mad then she or him could ever imagine. 

ROMANCE + HORROR + SMUT STORY

No Batman and not everything about crane that's mentioned is correct to the actual character in DC.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Alcohol/Drug Use, Gore, Mental Illness, Parental Issues, Smut, Murder, Extreme Kinks (dom/crane, blood, choking, hair pulling, spanking, age gap, toys, dub-con and daddy kink) and Mention of Abuse, Assault and SA.

Not all warnings shown will be used in this exact chapter! Bold warnings are some to be expected throughout the chapter below!

I latched onto Johnathan's blazer and pulled him on top of me. I grabbed his lips with mine, kissing him with desperation. His hands fell onto the bed next to my head while his hips were pressed in between mine.

"You know" He kissed. "You really shouldn't tell me to shut up" He kissed once more. "It's not nice, my sweet girl."

"Yeah?" I giggled. Johnathan lowered his head kissing my neck, then biting down forcefully. It hurt but I was kind of into it. "Stop biting me you vampire!" I laughed.

"Then be a nice girl." He came back up my neck with rough kisses, stopping at my lips.

He continued with our rough, erotic make out session until both of our lips were soaked in each other's saliva and almost numb. After what felt like hours of this he pulled away slightly out of breath. He didn't say anything but stood up off me. I sat up and furrowed my brows together but he pushed me back down onto my back on the bed. He held his finger up one minute and then left the bedroom. I sighed and waited patiently with my elbows bent under me and my knees still up. My butt was just barely on the edge of the bed. I sighed just as the door began to creak open. My eyes widened and my lips parted. I felt weak. Johnathan was approaching me with his shirt unbuttoned just to his chest and his mask over his face. It was unexpectedly the most turned on I've been for him.

Johnathan didn't say a thing but looked down onto me as he stood between my bent knees. I whimpered just from the way his cold eyes looked onto me through the mask. He began to undo the rest of his dress shirt, each button revealing more and more of him. My eyes followed down his abdomen. I was dripping already just watching it. And he knew that.

When I saw his hand latch onto his belt I melted. He undid it all so quickly until he was in nothing but boxers. I watched it -still hidden between my legs- growing. I expected him to finally take it out but he reached down my thighs and under the dress. I laid back and let his hands feel up my delicate body. Once he reached my breasts he began to pull the dress up over my head. I was completely naked and vulnerable for him.

Johnathan ran his clothed cock over my soaked slit, wetting his boxers. My stomach tightened and my teeth latched down onto my lip. He lightly grinded himself along me while his hands groped my breasts with rough squeezes and pinches. I could feel him grow more stiff and solid as he rubbed himself against my most intimate parts.

His hands began to run back down my body to my thighs. He squeezed them hard enough to make me bruise as he went up to my knees. Once at my knees i expected him to stop but he went down again, down my legs. He lifted me by my ankles and held them on his shoulders. He was still standing on the floor while I was just on the edge of the bed. I could not take my eyes off his covered face.

Johnathan brought his hand up and slapped down on my bare pussy. I yelped and squeezed my legs together. He forcefully pulled my legs back apart starring down at the red, sensitive skin. He began to quickly take himself out of the boxers while not taking his eyes from my hole. My eyes widened with lust seeing finally his thick cock. I trembled desperately while whimpering for him. He enjoyed seeing me so needy for him. So he teased me to my limits. He squeezed my thighs together and pushed my knees in. All I could see was my own knees but he could see everything. My lips squeezed together and my ass on perfect display. I felt him lay his cock along my lips and rub it just barely between them. With one hand he held my knees back and together and the other groped my ass, still grinding himself against me. I wanted to see so badly what he was doing to me but this was all apart of his tease.

Johnathan made a groan through his mask just from the pleasure of seeing me the way I was. He took his hand from my ass and began to push his finger through the lips that were pushed together tightly. I laid my head back as I felt his finger just hovering over my soaked entrance. He glided his finger along the wetness, just barely putting his finger in. When he finally did, he did slowly with little twists. His large finger glided way too slowly in and out of me making me want to cry in desperation. I whimpered and whined and he sped up, adding another. My mouth fell open as he didn't pump them in and out of me but curled them up and down rapidly. I moaned and whimpered messily and quickly. He held tighter on my legs and they began to shake. My wetness spread more and more all on his hand and on my thighs. As he sensed I was getting closer from the wetness and tightening, he started to thrusting his fingers in me. So rough and fast. I thought I was going to cry from the immense pressure and pleasure. I could not hold back my screaming moans. Everything past that point became completely uncontrollable. My fluids began to fill closer to my entrance while my legs shook more profusely. A tear went down my cheek as I moaned again. My orgasm took over leaving me squirting like a faucet everywhere. On my own body and all on his hand. He continued pumping in and out of me until my legs were vibrating. When he finally stopped I was left breathing heavily. My pussy was dripping and pulsing.

Johnathan pulled my legs back up and laid my ankles back onto his shoulder. His cock throbbed as he breathed heavily. I stared at his mask feeling my arousal return and become even stronger than it was before.

"You love daddy?" His voice was low and huffed behind his mask.

"Mhm" I whimpered as he began to rub himself on me again.

"Say it."

"I love you-" He began to push his tip into making me stop mid sentence. "Daddy.." I moaned as he pushed as deep as he could go. It was so much bigger than his fingers and felt so filling in my small hole.

He groaned as he thrusted in and out slowly. It slid easily in my wetness. Johnathans hands gripped onto my legs as his rhythm became more rough in me. My moans grew louder as his pounding became faster. The sounds of the squelching wetness, the slapping skin and my loud moans filled the room. I couldn't stop watching him destroy me in that mask. His mask and his manly body. Why would I ever want anything else. This man could make me scream all night if he wanted. And I wouldn't stop him.

Johnathan watched down between my legs, admiring the things he did to me. The wetness continued to drip out of me and all over the both of us. His pounding got harder and faster by the second making my stomach almost ache from the deepness. You could see his large cock coming up in my lower stomach through the skin each time he thrusted in. Though it was a bit uncomfortable it was still extremely hot. So hot I didn't know how to be human anymore. My body shook profusely and I made the loudest most erotic sounds. It turned him on in ways he never thought he could be. Being in that mask did something to him. He was a different person with it on. And this version of him has never done such things. This version was much more sinister and rough. Just the way I liked it. I wanted my pussy to be demolished, completely, from his beautiful, huge cock.

"Daddy!" I continued to moan over and over. He grunted and groaned each time I did, growing more closer himself. "Unh Yes!" I grew tighter and began to pulse around him. He pounded so deep and hard into me making my eyes completely invisible in the back of my head. He grabbed onto my legs harder and squeezed them as his groaning got louder. His thrusts were still hard but became more sloppy.

Oh how I wanted him to cum in me and fill me until it leaked from my used hole.

Johnathan got faster and harder bringing me to my limits. It all came out again. I squirted more than last time all on his cock and on his stomach. I screamed and groaned as my head fell back. My orgasm brought Johnathan to his edge as he pumped in me a few times more roughly then pulled himself out. He reached forward and grabbed me by my neck and pulled me up. He fisted his cock aggressively in my face. The hot cum squirted all onto my face. My lips, cheek, forehead, nose. It seemed infinite. I stuck my tongue out and he rubbed the last bit of it off his tip onto my tongue. I brought my mouth down, sucking and licking him clean. My little cum covered face looked up into his eyes as I swallowed his cock. Then again, more squirted down my throat and onto my tongue. I pulled the tip to the opening of my lips to let it fill every inch of my mouth. While still looking into his eyes through the holes of his mask, I swallowed every delicious drop.