#Cillian Murphy 2012

[cillianistic]

「 Cillian Murphy - "Red Lights" photocall, 2012 」

[cillianmurphyfanatic]

Cillian Murphy as Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow in The Dark Knight Rises (2012) dir. Christopher Nolan

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

THE EYES TALK

KINKTOBER DAY 17 - MIND CONTROL WITH TOM BUCKLEY

Pairing.| Tom Buckley x fem!reader

Summary.| Tom is just convinced that you want to fuck him as badly as he wants to fuck you.

Warnings.| Dubcon, fingering, p in v, supernatural factors.

Word count.| 1.5k

It was clear in Tom’s mesmerizing blue orbs that you wanted to fuck him, bad. Every lecture, he could feel your soft eyes pierce through him. Yet, whenever you made eye contact, you were quick to snap your focus to anything else occurring in the room. 

To say that you were stunning was an understatement. You were hypnotic, compelling and addictive, Tom was eager to figure you out. Now, he couldn’t read your mind, which conflicted harshly with his insecurities, what if it was all in his head? No, he could sense the way your heartbeat would rise whenever you locked eyes, hear you light gasp as if you were right next to him, you definitely wanted to fuck him. 

It was hard for him not to fuck you senselessly with his eyes. Sometimes he’d miss Matheson’s cues and miss his subtle demonstrating because he was too busy debating the best position to make love to you in. You were a good girl practically begging to be destroyed by him. 

He followed you often, blended amongst the crowd under his black cap. However, he was still shy to approach you, he was still human after all. 

Tom felt your presence before he heard you, his heartbeat picked up, you were in his laboratory. You smiled awkwardly as he turned around, a booklet in your arm as you leant against the metal cage. Tom smiled, gently chuckling as he turned his chair to face you. 

“Is Doctor Matheson around?” you asked shyly. 

The grip on your booklet tightened as your body gently swayed. Tom began to stammer out, this was the first time you’d actually spoken to him, it felt almost dreamlike, he spat out that she wasn’t. 

“Can I leave the assignment with you?” you asked unsurely, puffing out your cheeks a bit as you waved the booklet in the air. 

The silence took longer than it should have, Tom raised his hands and said “yeah”, his face completely in awe of your beauty so up close. 

Somehow, after the small talk, Tom asked if you wanted to go for dinner at a nearby diner and you shyly, flirtatious agreed. It was his token trick that he showed everyone, but being able to show it to you made his heart flutter and mind go haywire. A pure smile grew on your lips as the coin appeared underneath your milkshake. 

You seemed interested in who he really was, something that he didn’t feel from many people. It was almost like you were buttering him up, to speak about his closested childhood, perhaps he was just always desperate to have someone who was willing to listen. But, when he realized he said more than he should, he diverted your attention with his stupid pen through the lip trick. 

After a long, emotionally intimate dinner, he walked you home down the cold dark streets. As you reached your complex, Tom desperately wanted you to ask him up, no words were said, but the look in your eyes seemed to say it all. So, the two of you stood silently in the elevator, then he stood protectively behind you as you unlocked the door. 

As soon as you walked into your apartment, Tom shut the door, spun you around and kissed you passionately. You moaned into his mouth, your arms began to wrap around his back when you suddenly froze. Swiftly, you firmly pressed your hands against his chest. Tom heavied as he tried to look at your expression in the dark room. As you whimpered to yourself, you flicked on the lighting and kept a distance. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t like you like that” you answered timidly. 

“But- I've seen the way you look at me, we just went for dinner” Tom responded quickly, a strong look of confusion and panic on his face. 

“I don’t look at you that way… I’m seeing someone else anyways” you countered, your body trembling lightly. “I think you should leave” you awkwardly suggested. 

No, no, no, this was wrong, you were lying. Tom shook his head and narrowed his eyes, the items on your furniture began to shake, your head snapped around your apartment and you shrieked. He never had control over his abilities, noticeable acts only seemed to happen during his emotional sparks. Hence why he always liked to shut his feelings off, it never ended well for the girl.  

Tom’s nostrils flared as he marched towards you, he took your shivering shoulders in his arms as he glared down at you. You looked at him like a fearful lamb, awaiting the slaughter. 

“Yes, you, do” Tom spoke slowly, his words dripping of dictation. His blue orbs widened, if only he could see the way the color was swirling around. “You like me, I know you do” he growled. 

Your expression froze and eyes suddenly drained of any thought or emotion. Tom’s eyes flickered, his mouth ajar open as he felt skeptical of your sudden compliance. The decor still shook, the sound bounced around the room. 

“Say it” he whispered, his hands tight around your skin that it would bruise by the morning. 

You said it without a second thought, voice completely monotone. Tom sighed out in relief, his grip loosened as he calmed his state, the decor stilled. Hesitantly, he kissed you much more softly this time, you kissed him back, your body slowly loosened up. 

Tom’s hands ran up and down your body, he stripped you of your coat and managed to perfectly guess the door to your room as he led you in, with his lips still attached to yours. You’re almost thrown onto the bed, Tom yanked off his jacket before he pounced on top of you. 

“Want me to make love to you?” Tom asked, his hands grabbed your breasts through your blouse, he kneaded them roughly.

“Yes Tom” you moaned out, hands massaged over his scalp.  

Tom tugged down your jeans, then your panties, a few of his digits pressed deep into his mouth before he pulled them out and lowered his hand to your region. You were fucking drenched, just how he always imagined you to be, he pushed his index into your tight hole. 

You whined, eyes fluttered as he made sure you looked him in the eye. Tom needed to know what you were feeling, he needed to know he was doing good enough for you. Quickly, a second finger followed into your clenched, slippery walls and then a third. 

He was so desperate to be able to send you into a state of pure bliss and ecstasy. His fingers pounded into your squeezing cunt, your moans made you sound like a bitch in heat. Quicker than Tom anticipated, you cried out in ecstasy as his fingers got stuck inside your clenched muscles. You rode out your high, a gleeful expression on your lips as you came undone. 

As you laid dead on the bed, Tom hovered over you and pulled out his throbbing cock. He murmured praises to you, on how divine your cunt feels and how much better you’ll feel on his cock. He pumped his cock, he was averaged sized, but Tom was certain you’d fall in love with his member nevertheless. 

Tom kissed you softly as he pressed his tip inside of you. You grunted out, your cunt still sensitive from your orgasm that still lingered on your nerves. With his hands unbuttoning your shirt, Tom gasped at the feel of your sweet walls, he feared he’d cum prematurely. But somehow, he managed to bury his length inside of you, he yanked your bra down enough for your tits to pop out. Hungrily, his mouth latched onto your left boob, his teeth nibbled at your flesh as he slowly pumped his size in and out of you. 

Like a jackrabbit, Tom’s hips snapped in and out of you, your legs wrapped around his waist to lock him in. The both of you moaned in unison, he planted sloppy kisses over your face as he whined in painful pleasure. 

“So good, so fucking good sweetheart” Tom choked out, his tears swelled up. 

This was all that he wanted, you, completely, it all felt right, this was destiny. As your walls clenched tightly around him, you yelped out as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. Tom came undone straight after you, his hips stilled and thighs twitched as he cock exploded inside of you. The two of you cried out, his teeth latched onto the skin of your neck as you’re put into a state of paralysis. 

Eventually, Tom pulled out of you, you were half asleep as he stripped off his clothing and moved your bodies under the bed sheets. With one last sensual kiss, you fell into a deep slumber, Tom traced paintings over your back as he watched you sleep. As you laid in his arms, Tom couldn’t help but to wonder if he just forced you into confession or he unknowingly had control over your mind. 

[cillsmurph]

Don't believe everything they tell you.

Cillian Murphy as Thomas Buckley

Red Lights (2012) dir. Rodrigo Cortés

[skintyfiia]

god bless cillian in broken (2012)

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Academic Validation | Mike Kiernan x fem!student

Summary: The principal pays Mr. Kiernan a visit after school to ask after a promising young student.

Warnings: FLUFF! I made this for me and the other girlies who crave male-academic validation lol. The student isn't actually in this story, she's just talked about but she isn't there to hear it.

word count: 1186k

Hello My Old Heart- The Oh Hellos 🎶

Not proof read, sorry folks!

Mike Kiernan shuffled through a short stack of student papers on his desk. His gradebook was sitting open in front of him as his fingers worked down the pile. 

“Mr. Kiernan?” A man knocked on the gray door frame and poked his head into the classroom. Kiernan jumped slightly when he saw the principal at the door but laughed it off and beckoned him inside his empty classroom. 

“I’m glad I caught you alone,” the principal started. 

“Oh?” Kiernan chuckled as he watched the principal move a seat in front of the teacher’s desk and sit. 

“I had some questions about a student and you seem like the best person to ask.”

“Which student?” Kiernan asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He pulled open his desk drawer and slid his finger across the row of labeled folders. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” the principal responded and crossed his legs, “she’s up for an award at graduation. I said I’d talk to you first and try to get a recommendation from a teacher that knew her best.” 

“Oh, well I wouldn’t say that. Though she has been in most of my seminars.” The teacher laughed and found the file with the student’s name written across the top. 

“Well,” Kiernan started and opened the file on top of his gradebook, “what exactly do you want to know?” His blue eyes looked gray through the thick lenses of his horn-rimmed glasses. 

“What kind of student is she? What kind of stuff have you noticed about her as you’ve taught her?” The principal offered. 

He smiled at his boss before looking at Y/N’s file for a moment in silence. 

“Well I wrote her college recommendation letters.” 

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” 

“She’s going to NYU, right?”

“Oh yes, she’s done well for herself.” 

Awkward silence fell between them again and Kiernan glanced out the window for a moment. He sniffed and pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose.

“Well in regard to her ability as a student, she’s one of the most talented students I’ve ever had. She engages in class and tries her best to contribute even if she doesn't understand the reading…”

Mr. Kiernan stared off into the distance as he recalled the girl. She was a memorable student, one that he’d miss having in class to make the hour-long period less awkward. When his questions fell flat and he was met with silence, the girl always raised her hand hesitantly and tried to answer. She had a remarkable sense of empathy, the ability to understand his job as a teacher and extend simple gestures of support. She was a beautiful person, inside and out. 

“She's an exceptionally bright young woman,” Kiernan started again and cleared his throat, “her last essay for my seminar was on Atonement, talented writer. She wrote about the ethics of lying in memory. There were of course parts I didn’t agree with but her argument was strong and well-researched. Things like that are always promising in a young student’s work.

“She’s going to do great things, I’m sure of it. We’re holding her back here. She’s better than my class, she’s just itching to be better somewhere else.”

“You obviously think very highly of her,” the principal smiled and folded his hands together. “What about her personality? The award considers who she is as a person outside of class, how she carries herself in other parts of academics.”

Kiernan bit his lip and tented his hands in front of his puffy lips. He could see her picking up her backpack and fixing the hem of her skirt as she stood up from her desk. He loved the way that she flicked her eyes up to his to make sure he didn’t see her fix her wedgie. She stayed after class sometimes to ask him questions and academic advice. 

I don’t know what to do after college, Mr. Kiernan.

That’s ok, Miss Y/L/N. Barely anyone does. I didn’t. 

I think I may want to be a teacher like you. 

You can, or you can strive to be even better.

But I want to be like you. 

You flatter me, Miss Y/L/N, but I know you’re capable of doing better. 

But who says being a teacher isn’t ‘better?’

I do. 

She was insecure sometimes, especially academically. He noticed quickly in the school year that she flushed bright red if he agreed with her during discussions, as if she was surprised that she had gotten the question right. She wanted to learn and get better but she was afraid to make mistakes. 

“She’s a bright student, as I’ve said, but she’s also humble and even insecure sometimes. She doesn’t think she’s as smart as she is which makes me sad sometimes as an educator. My job is to encourage confidence in the children I teach.”

“Right,” the principal nodded.

“She’s kind and passionate about the topics she feels drawn to in the literature we read. She’s a very kind young woman. She helps students outside of class and spends most of her free time reading in the library. She’s the kind of student that every teacher wants.”

She was always nervous to talk to him, nervous to be natural. It was sweet, tenderly sweet. She tried her best not to stand out too much in class but her questions and thoughts were too different not to be unique. Her mind worked in incredible ways. He bragged about her to the other teachers. She was just wonderful. 

“She’s just going to blow us all away. I don’t know which award she’s up for but I’m sure she deserves it. She’d honor the award as it deserves to be. I am so so proud of her.” He smiled politely and closed the student’s file. The principal nodded and sighed. He stood up and shook Mr. Kiernan’s hand before stepping up to the door. 

“Well thank you for speaking with me, I think you’ve just made my job very easy.” 

“I’m glad I could be of some help.” 

Mr. Kiernan watched as the principal left his classroom and stared at the student’s file that was still closed in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and massaged the sore points above his eyebrows. 

Was it appropriate to say that he was going to miss having her in his class next year? Perhaps he had taken her for granted. He might never have a student like her again. His thoughts ran away from him as he stared at the empty desks in front of him. If it weren’t for the professional barrier between them, he would have told her how much he admired her talent and skill. He’d written as much in her college recommendation letter, and so others had started to notice it too, he guessed. She was the kind of student a school takes for granted. He hoped that he would never take her for granted and put the file back with the others. A sentimental smile tugged at his lips as he closed the drawer and returned to grading. 

[saintmuses]

❝𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧❞

Pairing:

Dark!Mike Kiernan x Neighbor!Reader

Summary:

Mike liked his neighbor a little too much that he was willing to do anything to have her even if it meant destroying her if she didn’t listen.

Warning(s): SMUT. Dub-con. Implied age gap (everybody’s grown). Infidelity. Soft!dark!Mike. Possessive!Mike. Manipulation. Hints of stalking. Blackmail. Technology is involved. Like this is filthy as hell. P in V. Fingering. Oral (f-receiving). Flashbacks in italics as well as phone calls. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 3.3k

Craning his neck, Mike inhaled slowly before exhaling as he tilted his head to the original position to look out the glass panes of his window to her bedroom window across the yard.

She couldn’t see him, but he could see her. She was opting for comfort by wearing a plain t-shirt and black shorts. He could tell she was not wearing a bra underneath which sent a slight shiver down his back ah the idea of getting his hands on her breasts.

He had learned everything about her as much as he could after he noticed her the first time a year ago.

The easiest way to have some sense of connection to her was being such a friendly neighbor with phone numbers exchanged.

“Are you lonely? Is that why you call me?”

He hesitated, “yes.” He murmured, a little white lie slipped from his tongue, using one of his fingers to trace the cord that connected to the receiver from the machine. “After Kasia broke up with me, it’s very quiet around here.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. We wanted different things,” he said truthfully. He had meant what he said, but he did not want them with his former girlfriend. He wanted them with his neighbor. “Apparently she fell in love with her roommate.”

“Ouch.” He could hear her wincing, and he smiled slightly at her next words. “Fine, I’ll be your shoulder for you to cry on.” She said exasperated, but with a smile in her voice.

First photo set of her in red lacy nightgown ended up in his camera roll on his slim device the first time he spotted her standing by the window unintentionally.

Also mentally filing away the fact she had a boyfriend who didn’t appreciate her. Beers and sports parties was his go-to dates with Y/N. He knew he could treat her far better than her boyfriend ever would.

“Just because I said I’ll be willing to lean an ear for you, it means you call me every night?” She huffed into the receiver, and he grinned because he could tell it was without a bite.

“You’re being mean,” he smirked, watching the clear liquid swirling in the glass as he shifted it.

“I’m not being mean.” 

“Oh, but you are.” He said albeit breathlessly.

More photos saved into his camera roll as she wore soft burgundy lacy bra and panties that night.

“I saw you a few weeks ago with your face beaten up…are you okay?”

“Eh, just a misunderstanding. I had to clear it with the schoolboard. Skunk was being bullied by her two neighbors, and I stopped them.” He shrugged although she could not see him. “Guess the girl didn’t like the consequences, conspired with her sister, and accused me of being inappropriate towards her, and their father wasn’t happy with it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

The ringing ended with a click as it was picked up. Her breathing could be heard through the receiver as he waited for her to greet him.

“Hello?”

“Come up to the back patio,” he murmured, an urgency in his tone as he spoke into the receiver.

“Mister Kiern-“

“I know for a fact you are alone with a big bowl of what did you say is your favorite snack?” He inquired as he observed her through his window blinds.

She sighed, letting out a soft laugh that sent his heart into a state of pitter patter. “Puppy Chow,” she said petulantly.

He hummed in acknowledgment; he knew that of course. “And you’re drinking something with Moscato in the biggest wine glass you could find which I do have. So come up to the patio.” He said beguilingly, attempting to convince her.

“I have a boyfriend.”

A grimace flitted across his face. “I know but fuck him.” He said bluntly, irritation coated his tongue as he spoke into the receiver. “It doesn’t hurt to hang with friends. We are friends, aren’t we?”

A long pause then a sigh. “Fine, I’ll be there.” She relented.

He couldn't stop the toothy grin from spreading across his face. “Alright.”

Mike had been filling their wine glasses with her favorite wine twice now since she had been here for forty-five minutes.

He enjoyed being in her presence; however, she had to stop calling him by his last name as if it was going set any boundaries between them.

“Stop calling me mister Kiernan,” he murmured, sucking in his bottom lip, and swiping his tongue across it.

She looked at him in surprise. “What else am I supposed to call you?” She was confused, and he chuckled slightly.

“My name.” He stated the obvious.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

He stared at her. “Say my name.” He leaned in, using his nose to graze the curve of her cheekbone. “Say my name,” he repeated softly.

Her lips parted; his eyes flickered down to them while he was internally smirking. She was almost susceptible to his wiles. Although he was silently begging for her to say his given name.

“Mike.” It was a whisper. A word that bridged the distance between them in a way despite not moving at all.

He tilted his head slightly, observing her facial features. “You’re stunning,” he breathed, staring at her.

She shifted slightly in her seat, clearly, she was uncomfortable with the compliment he gave her. “You’re just lonely and I’m the only one who’s willing to deal with you.”

Mike chuckled, seeing how she was attempting to deflect him. “I’ve been wanting to say that since I met you,” he admitted.

She hesitated, eyeing him before reaching for her bag. “This is inappropriate. I…I have to go,” she said quickly, stuttering as she stood up from patio sofa.

His hand snapped around her wrist in a vice grip as she attempted to walk past his legs that were in her way, he tilted his head to the side as he peered up at her. A hint of amusement in the lilt of his smile as if he found her attempting to leave funny.

“I have photos of you in your underwear,” the words were spoken in a calm tone, building the tension towards the threat. “If you leave now, I will gladly send them to your boyfriend.” He said casually, his thumb rubbed absentmindedly across her wrist.

She looked at him with wide eyes. “When did you…?” She trailed off, and he knew she was afraid of the answer.

“Every time you changed by the window. You forgot you had an audience across from you, didn’t you?” His tone went from calm to almost condescending with a hint of rhetorician since they both knew the answer. She had truly no idea she had a peeping tom club of one member.

“You wouldn’t.”

His lips curled to the side in a form of a nasty smirk. “Oh, but I would.” He then chuckled, without a sense of humor in his tone.

“We didn’t do anything, it’s just me changing my clothes by the window.” Her voice was weak, trodden like.

“Well, your boyfriend wouldn’t know that, would he?” He questioned flippantly, almost mockingly as his eyebrows raised. “All I have to do is send him those risqué photos without any context and he would just take it how it is.” 

Her bottom lip trembled as she swallowed, “why are you doing this?” He knew she felt betrayed by him…more of his intentions since they were not true honest to begin with, and she was just figuring that out.

“I’m just tired of not having what I want…” his eyes trailed from her eyes down to her wrist that he held with a precision of a tight grip, “and what I want is you. Now sit next to me, sweetheart.” His tone booked no space for arguments.

His grip on her wrist eased up when she sat down next to him. He heard a slight echo noise when she dropped her bag next to her leg.

He inhaled slowly and deeply as his eyes roved over her body, relieved after all this time he finally got what he wanted.

Mike placed his hand on her knee, right next to her hands, gliding his thumb over her skin.

“I just want you.” He said softly, nudging her hand with his before he grabbed it.

Her breathing turned erratic, as a hot shiver of delight went through him as his hand eased her onto his covered pulsating cock and he began a fluid stroke in her palm, “you feel that?” He rasped into her ear, “that’s what you do to me. You’ve been doing this to me for a year.”

He could tell she was mentally calculating the math of when he had felt this way. “Ever since I moved here?” 

“Even then.” 

He wound his hands into her hair, cradling her head almost reverently, while he hungrily, desperately, violently, met her lips with a savage force.

He knew the circumstances were not idealistic, he knew she did not want him, at least not like this, but he was desperate for her.

His heart raced as she seemed to accept his request. He smiled softly into her lips and moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the furniture, his body pressed against the curve of her thigh as he pulled his glasses off his face and set them on the table beside them.

He leaned away slightly with an intent of reaching out with his hand and gently raising her shirt until the sliver of her breast began to reveal to his hungry eyes.

He then leaned down and started kissing her skin under her breast, lightly licking the flesh as he did so. His lips were teasing, making sure that she enjoyed every moment before slowly building up the intensity.

He was going to make sure she would like it even if she did not want to.

His tongue moved from the skin to the edge of her breast, his tongue slowly kissing along the edge as he pushed the hem of her shirt to reveal more of her breast.

His lips curled slightly when he heard her whimpering, especially when he nipped the curve of her breast before trailing his tongue from the spot to her nipple. 

His lips continued to nibble on her breast while his tongue swirled around her nipple; gently teasing it. His hands moved up to her shirt, quickly removing it completely so that she was shirtless in front of him.

He leaned back, his gaze locked on her body before his fingers slowly traced down the curve of her body, moving from her chest to her hips before placing his hands on them.

He took a second to appreciate her body before his fingers slid into the waistline of her shorts, slowly easing them down her thighs. After he dropped the article of clothing next to the patio furniture, he settled his hands on her ankles.

“Spread your legs for me.” He said breathlessly, almost inaudibly as her legs parted, exposing her thighs to his ravenous gaze.

His hands trailed from her ankles to her thighs, gripping them before he reached for her fabric covered cunt, tracing his index and middle fingers down her slit before pressing into her folds.

She was soaking wet, and he could feel it through the fabric.

He smirked at her soft little pants as she let him touch her clit through her underwear. His eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of her hips shifting, her thighs widening slightly as he traced her sensitive spot. 

He continued sliding his fingers of his other hand along the soft skin of her thighs, his thumb gently teasing the edge of her underwear.

He then leaned back to stand up, removing his shirt in process until he was bare chest. Then he removed his pants, only in his boxer briefs. 

Mike grinned as she watched him remove his shirt and his pants, exposing the shape of his slim muscles and pale chest. Her gaze was roaming over his body before he sat back down in the same spot, leaning forward again. 

Mike’s fingers moved to the edges of her underwear, beginning the process of removing them.

She closed her thighs so he could get the underwear down easily before parting them even wider to expose her vulnerable spot to him.

He smirked at her easy cooperation as she parted her thighs. He had expected her to be a little hesitant and resistant, but she wasn’t making this a challenge. 

His fingers moved her folds apart to reveal her swollen clit after he removed her underwear. 

As she was now exposed to his hungry gaze, Mike leaned down to kiss her spot, lips caressed her folds gently before parting it to let his tongue trail up her cunt, lapping at her wetness. He swallowed it before kissing her spot again, then leaned back to look up at her face, his lips curved into a soft grin as he observed her reaction. 

Her lips parted as her eyelids were closed tightly. Her face was flushed from arousal.

“Such a sensitive girl,” he cooed softly, rumbling softly in his chest.

Opening her eyes, she flushed profusely. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just…I’ve never been touched.” She mumbled.

Mike chuckled, however a thrill shot down his spine at the thought of being the first one to take her, despite having a boyfriend and knowing she used her sex toys to play with herself. 

His chuckle faded, only humming to indicate his understanding before he leaned down to kiss her sensitive spot again. 

“There’s no need to apologize,” he said softly, his lips still on her cunt. “I was just…observing how sensitive you are.”

He kissed her clit again, this time, using his tongue to explore the texture on her sensitive spot, gently kissing and lapping at her cunt some more until her hips began to shift slowly as she parted her thighs even wider.

He then leaned back slightly to grab his phone that was lying on coffee table, and he looked up to see her gaze on him. She was confused, looking at him with a question in her eyes, clearly waiting for an explanation.

“I just need to capture these moments,” he responded softly, a smirk on his lips as she parted her thighs even more, exposing her sensitive cunt to the dimming light of the sky. “I want to remember every moment of you.”

She breathed, looking away shyly before closing her eyes .

He felt her skin as he parted her folds slightly, feeling her hole gaping slightly as he did so then he bit down his bottom lip as he pressed the icon that indicated a photo being taken. 

He parted her folds even more, this time, moving his finger gently into her hole. He felt it tightened slightly around his finger as he took another picture. 

“I need these images of you,” he murmured as he took another picture. More pictures began to pile into his camera roll, more digital prints to jerk himself off to later whenever she was not available.

Mike’s breath grew deeper from the sight of her lips parted and her eyes clamped shut from the soft noises she was letting out as he pushed down on the side of the opening to make it gape wider.

He felt her walls attempting to tighten around his finger as she whimpered, and he took another picture, this time, making sure that the camera captured the up-close position of her cunt.

He smiled softly, eyeing her as she opened her eyes, and he placed his phone aside to her thigh. He took a long look at her, observing her reaction as he withdrew his finger from her cunt.

He then reached for his underwear, pushing them down his hips then his pale thighs. Pushing them off to the side after it reached around his ankles, then he propped himself onto his knees on the cushion between her thighs.

Mike inhaled sharply when he noticed her curious eyes on his cock, he slowly began to hover her, wanting to keep her gaze on it while his eyes were locked on her cunt, his body and demeanor suggesting that he was ready to take her body and make her his for his own enjoyment.

He dragged her thighs until the back of her thighs meets the sides of his legs. Making him almost pressing against her. while he was stroking himself lightly, he only placed the thick tip of his cock against her little hole with no intention of taking her just yet.

His body language was one pure dominance and lust. He had a grip on her thighs, keeping her legs from moving too much so that he could fully enjoy her body however he pleased.

Mike moved her legs as he adjusted the position of his body over her body. He had his device ready once again, the thick tip of his cock placed against her little hole. 

He smirked to himself as he aimed the camera at her cunt, getting the picture he desired.

He then switched over to video format, pressing to record as he used his other hand to use his thumb to stretch the hole lightly, teasing his thick tip with it as it gaped slightly. His throat rumbled with a slight groan as her hole was beginning to stretch by his thumb and the feeling of it felt good against his cock. 

He made her legs part even more as he held her thighs, keeping her in place to ensure that he wouldn’t miss a thing, that the recording wouldn’t miss the sight of it.

He pushed into her opening just very slightly, letting her feel the tip of the thick head of his cock before pulling away slightly and repeating the process.

He was enjoying the expression on her face, seeing how she squeezed her eyes shut and let out soft little whimpers. 

His fingers were firm on her folds, keeping them apart as he continued teasing her hole, pushing his cock in into her cunt slightly and then pulling out as he filmed it.

His eyes then widened as he saw her hands pulling her folds apart to make her little hole gape wide, exposing her sensitive area beautifully to the camera. He groaned a bit at her action and used his thumb to slowly trace her hole as she kept her thighs parted while letting him film it.

Mike pushed his thick tip into her opening with more force this time, the tip slowly slid into her hole. His breathing became deeper, almost ragged as he slowly entered her cunt deeper than before.

He stopped filming it, throwing the phone to the side and gave her a harsh thrust as he slammed the rest of his cock into her, making her cry out.

He let out a grunt as he felt the heat enveloped his girth, “fuck.” He breathed as he gripped her hips tightly. His fingers flexing into her skin as he reared back and thrusted back into her with such force.

She whined loudly, arching her back before he began to drag her along with him as he eased himself onto the cushion, his back pressed against the patio furniture.

She muttered brokenly as she sunk down on his length. “I- “ she was out of breath already, her eyes half lidded as her hands held onto his shoulders.

“Fuck.” His hands grabbed her hips to control her motions, using his hands to guide her up and down. “Taking me so good,” he grunted in her ear before leaning away slightly. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her bouncing on top of his thighs.

[feasibilities]

Unrequited | Mike Kiernan x Teacher!Reader

Synopsis: Mike Kiernan finally gets what he wants.

Warnings: Stalking, Unwanted Advances, Threats, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Allusion to Mental Illness

Author's Note: I'm back to my roots AKA making Cillian's characters bad people (or making them worse). Enjoy!

Mike Kiernan couldn’t seem to take no for an answer. His advances went from mildly uncomfortable to downright chilling. He contacted you constantly and managed to find your home address. Not a day went by without seeing a gift on your doorstep. It didn’t help that you both taught 2nd year in the same school. As you were leaving for work on Friday morning, you were shocked to see Mike standing on your front lawn. 

“Hi.” He said shyly. 

“I’m calling the authorities.” You warned, pulling out your phone. 

“Wait, no, I just wanted to give you a ride to work. Did you see my text?” He said, taking it out of your hands. You snatched it back and dialed the emergency number. 

“After stalking me for weeks? You have a lot of fucking nerve.” You spat. In a flash of panic, he took the phone once more and hung up before anyone could answer.

“Please don’t make me do this.” He said, threatening to smash the device. You decided it was best to play along for your own safety. 

“Fine.” You said with a resigned tone. He opened the passenger door of his car with a smile on his face. You made it a point to stay silent and look out the window. 

“Any weekend plans?” He asked, looking forward at the highway. 

“No but I’m sure you’ll be camped outside of my home anyway.” You sighed. 

“If you just gave me a chance, I wouldn’t have to resort to this.” He remarked, looking over at you briefly. You realized that he was further gone than you thought. 

“If I go out with you, will you stop?” You inquired. 

“Maybe.” He quipped, parking in front of the school. 

“I’ll see you at 7 tonight.” You murmured, hastily getting out of the car and going inside. 

—

Your “date” with Mike went suspiciously well that you almost forgot his disturbing behavior. He managed to talk you into going back to his place. He poured you a glass of wine that you reluctantly drank. 

“Did you have a great time tonight?” He asked, staring at you intently. 

“Yeah, I did.” You said softly. You started to feel a bit of sympathy for him. 

“That’s wonderful.” He replied, scooting closer to you. He put an arm around your shoulders. You shifted uncomfortably and sat your glass on the end table. 

“Mike, I didn’t say we were sleeping together.” You fretted. 

“You didn’t have to.” He purred. His piercing blue eyes had a marked concupiscence in them. To him, this was his last chance to get with you. You leaned in hesitantly and kissed him gently. He kissed you back passionately and moved his hand to your back. Unzipping your dress, you pulled the straps off your shoulders. His large hands massaged your breasts while an inhibited moan left your mouth. Smiling to himself, he left wet kisses down your neck and chest before stopping at your cleavage. His soft lips moved to your nipple. 

“Fuck...” You gasped, running your fingers through his hair. His tongue swirled around the delicate bud. Low groans emitted from his throat. Your eyes fluttered closed as you reveled in the worship. You caressed his cheek with your thumb. You soon felt arousal leak out of your entrance. You rubbed your thighs together to get yourself off. Pulling away, strings of saliva stuck to his lips. You shoved his head away and hastily pulled off your dress. He followed suit with his clothes and glasses before kissing you messily. 

“I want you over the table.” He breathed. 

“In a minute…” You trailed off, kneeling in front of him. You took his dick in your hand and squeezed gently. You gave kitten licks to his sensitive tip before taking him in your mouth. You moved your head slowly while Mike watched you lovingly. Saliva began to coat your chin and neck. Suddenly, he took a handful of your hair and began thrusting into your mouth. His gentle disposition seemed to disappear instantly. You held his thighs and tried to breathe through your nose. After what seemed like an eternity, his seed shot down your throat. You could barely gather yourself before you were bent over the nearby table. 

“Be gentle, Mike.” You begged. Ignoring your pleas, his thrusts were merciless. It seemed like he was punishing you for your previous rejections. Your hips scraped uncomfortably against the table’s edge. His hands anchored your shoulder and hip in place. You had no chance to recover from a climax before another one rushed out of you. You wept silently as you allowed him to use you. When he was finished, he kissed the back of your head and embraced you. 

[august-diehl]

CILLIAN MURPHY as Mike Kiernan in Broken (2012) | dir. Rufus Norris

[staiyn]

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Batman Begins (2005, Christopher Nolan)

05/11/2024

[cillianistic]

「 Cillian Murphy - 'The Dark Knight Rises' premiere, 2012 」

[cillianmurphyfanatic]

Cillian Murphy as Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow in The Dark Knight Rises (2012) dir. Christopher Nolan

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

IGNORANCE WAS BLISS

KINKTOBER DAY 27 - SOMNOPHILIA WITH MIKE KIERNAN

Pairing.| Mike Kiernan x fem!reader

Summary.| Mike makes love to you when you're dead asleep, because that's the only time you'll love him.

Warnings.| Dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, p in v, accidental cream pie, stalking, peeping tom, mike's obsessed.

Word count.| .7k

It was a long, stressful, draining day for Mike. Somehow he ended up at the pub to relieve his tormented mind. A few too many beers later, his mind was completely focused on you. He missed you and needed to be buried deep inside of you, as soon as possible. However, there was one issue. You had broken up a couple of months ago. The chances of getting back together was a cloudy topic, but Mike was in love with you. The completely smitten man was doing everything to prove his devotion to you, but his patience had worn thin recently. 

You still wanted to be with him, he was certain. That’s why you never asked for your key back. Quietly, the key slid perfectly into the lock and the door clicked open. Never did he come here drunk, so Mike didn’t realize how heavy he was breathing or how loud his footsteps were as he stumbled to your bedroom. 

You’ve suffered from insomnia and were prescribed sleeping pills about midway throughout your relationship. So every night, you were out like a light as you held onto Mike like a baby. Mike missed that sensation, he dreamt of it, he craved it immensely. 

The first time, he just watched you, until the sun crept through the curtains. The second time, he laid on the bed beside you and breathed in your sweet scent. It wasn’t until the fifth time that he remembered the touch of your warmth. 

In his defense, he believed that you subconsciously wanted it. You never slept with such easy access, yet now that he secretly visits you, you happen to? A part of you was aware that he was here. A bigger part of you missed him as much as he missed you.  

He fell onto the bed and crawled up beside you. After he placed a couple of sloppy kisses on your cheek, he unbuckled his belt. You only wore a night dress, your cunt completely accessible. After a couple minutes of foreplay with his digits, accompanied by your sweet moans, Mike slipped his member inside of you. 

“Mike…” you murmured. 

You liked to dream of him, that much he knew. 

“It’s me honey” he exhaled in satisfaction as his hips slowly rocked inside of you. 

Your walls clenched in rhythm, similar to the motion of breathing in and out of a paper bag. A kiss would be planted on a new inch of your skin, he had to be careful not to accidentally leave a hickey. You groaned out as his hips snapped in harsher than usual. Mike’s head shot up in fear, the rest of his body completely still, but his heart rate slowed down as you remained unconscious. 

Without a second thought, Mike continued on. The bed creaked in rhythm to his light moans. It was extraordinary with how you’d stay asleep. Especially when he felt you orgasm around him. 

“Mis-h yo-uu Mike” you mumbled your confession into the pillow. 

Another kiss is placed on your jawline. Then he nuzzled his head against yours, hands intertwined with one another. 

“Do you love me?” he whispered softly into your ear. 

“Mhmmm” you hummed, a gentle smile on your lips. Mike smiled widely, his cock twitched against your walls, he was nearly there. “Love you… so much” you purred, which made his eyes widen. It was the first time you had actually said it, he didn’t realize how solacing it would sound. 

In the spur of the moment, Mike’s thrusts rapidly pounded into you until he suddenly stilled. He grunted out as his seed shot deep into your womb, simultaneously to him sucking on your shoulder. Mike mumbled how madly in love he was with you. How he was prepared to do anything for you.  

Mike panted out as his head collapsed onto the pillow. His eyes fluttered as he squeezed your hip. When he shifted his hips back a little bit, Mike froze in fear. The realization crashed over him, he had finished inside of you. Every time he had painted your thighs, that was easy to clean up, to hide his tracks. 

But this would be almost impossible to do without waking you up. He could already feel his cum trickle out of you. Were you even still on birth control? Mike gulped heavily, sobriety ran through him like a train. How the fuck was he supposed to get out of this?

[cillsmurph]

"She's gonna mention the bone. Just wait, she's gonna mention the bone. Do not mention the bone."

[skintyfiia]

red lights is very underrated