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Hiya mate again, this is the other user the requested for Tony, Stephen and Loki's fics. Well I do have other requests but let me ask this since I know you make Shelby fics you might make this aswell.
1# Dark!Cillian Murphy x Reader
Let me just say how it should start. Let's say that the Reader is an Actress that was casted for Oppenheimer (Or you can choose the movie/film). Cillian showed signs that he hates the reader but secretly loves her and because of the hate signs, the reader thinks he actually hates her and uhh just continues this fake rivarly then one day Cillian just asks the reader to come to the backstage in after hours (after work) and then maybe confront her about how much he loves her and after the reader refuses and declines his offer multiple times he ends up drugging and kidnapping the reader.
Sorry I explained the plot too much.
Thanks mate.
Okay...I may have gotten carried away and wrote a small blurb. Let me know if you guys want to see more of this.
There were no warning signs, nothing that could show your co-starâs obsessive feelings. His aloofness and borderline rudeness should have bothered you, and it did for a while, but you eventually got over it. You were a total boss, keeping your cool and staying polite with your head held high, knowing there wasn't any other way to handle it. We all know that Hollywood unfairly favors men. They can act badly with no repercussions, while women get scrutinized for the tiniest slip-ups. You did not let your negative feelings show and stay friendly with your co-stars and crew, even when they left you out of things. You knew that any drama could mess up your career at the peak of your fame. Luckily, your cast-mates made an effort to include you without upsetting Cillian. You actively avoided Cillian in get-togethers and parties because you didn't want to worsen your strained professional relationship. Since he was the lead actor and Nolan's top pick, and you were playing a supporting role, you could be easily replaced. Even though you didn't care, getting fired from a movie isn't a good look for any actor, let alone youâŠ
Finally, after months of rehearsals, shooting, and re-shooting, the movie was done. The heavy weight on your chest lifted as you realized you were finally going home after what felt like an eternity. Nolan threw a party to thank everyone for their hard work, but let's just say you were eager to leave without being rude.
You were chatting with John David Washington and DâArcy Carden about future projects.
Any plans now that the movie's wrapped up?â, John asked you as he took a sip of whiskey.
âI get to go home for a bit and then it's press tour time for MI,â you said excitedly.
âOh God, press tours can be so monotonous, day in and day out, answering the same questions just in different ways.â DâArcy sympathised.
âWhat could be so draining DâArcy?â Nolan asked as he joined you along with a few other of your cast mates, including the one and only diva Cillian. You stiffened but were relieved by the buffer of people around you.
âWe were just discussing whatâs next for Y/N, she has a press tour coming up in a few weeks,â DâArcy explained to the newcomers. Nolan chuckled.
âYeah, press tours can be exhausting, but I'm still excited. I'm pumped to see Tarzan, Noah, and Zendaya! We've been so caught up with our projects that we haven't talked.â You blurt out cheerfully.
When your cast mates saw you all giddy, their smiles widened except for Cillianâs. He tightened his grip around his beer bottle, furious that you were so excited about meeting up with your friends. He wanted to be at the receiving end of that joy, that excitement, that anticipation.
âI expect the same level of excitement for the press tour for our movie.â John laughed.
âNot the same level, John, at least double the amount of excitement.â Nolan teased you.
âWell, we all have to wait and watch,â DâArcy added.
âI promise to turn my excite-o-meter and charm to the fullest.â You jokingly promised as you side-hugged John, not noticing a set of clear blue eyes filled with rage.
Wheels were turning in Cillianâs brain. He would not let you slip out so easily, not without a fight. You were his, you just know it yet. And he was going to have to make you see that.
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when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n
#actually mentally ill#relatable#explorepage#x reader#x y/n#fictional men have me in a chokehold#stranger things x reader#marauders x reader#slytherin boys x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#cillian murphy x reader#klaus mikaelson x reader#tom riddle x reader#draco malfoy x reader#leon kennedy x reader#bucky barnes x reader#tony dinozzo x reader#damon salvatore x reader#billy hargrove x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#lucius malfoy x reader#regulus black x reader#johnathan crane x reader#joe goldberg x reader#loki laufesyon x reader#sebastian sallow x reader#ominis gaunt x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#gojo satoru x reader
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Please let me know that I am not the only one who has read [& continues to do so] fanfictions about the characters whom I know nothing about; I haven't seen the movie/series or read the books about them but I am crushing hard on them because one of their fanfictions landed on my "for you" page...
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Every girl, when she stumbles upon that story that wrecks her soul, a perfect blend of heart-shattering angst and mind-fucking twists that she didn't even know she needed in her life. The kind of plot that makes her heart ache, her eyes burn from crying so hard, and every word cuts deeper than the last. The kind of writing that has her clutching her chest, gasping for air, her mind spiraling into a dark abyss where she can't even sleep at night because all she can think about is the characters' pain, the suffocating intensity, and the gut-wrenching love theyâll never get to have.
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That feeling when your favorite writter still aint post the next chapter...
Im jp yall, i just be talking shit lol
#im crying#i swear im just goofin#dont take me seriously#but fr#i need the next chapter#pleaseeeeeeeeeeee#screaming crying throwing up#billy hargrove x fem!reader#rick grimes x reader#aaron hotch x reader#raymond leon x reader#ghost x reader#cillian murphy x reader#tommy shelby x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#oscar diaz x reader#henry cavill x reader#rio x black!reader#i love writters#stiles stilinksi x reader#jenna ortega x fem!reader#bucky barns x reader
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"Mine"
Read: Part I, Part II
It's been a minute, but I finally wrote something. And of course, I had to go back to this series because there is something about Thomas Shelby. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and let me know your favorite part. Happy Reading!
He entered quietly like he was on a mission. Although this one was unlike the ones he had performed during the war and after. No, this mission was different. Very different. Yet, Tommy performed it with the same intensity.
Eyes narrowed on the quiet interior, clocking each entry point and exit way, like a soldier, he assessed his environment. He hadnât been in a house this small since his childhood. Even back then, the space had felt cluttered and cramped. Too noisy to think. Too busy to breathe. The stench of his fatherâs hangover in the air before it disappeared altogether.
He remembered talking Arthur out of trying to find their father. A man unworthy of carrying - no, sharing his surname. Tommy tensed his jaw, moving past the memory. Instead, he raised a brow at how devastatingly clean the entire place felt. Physically tidy, but clean in a way that made the house feel empty. Unlived. Unloved. Cold. The opposite of everything he thought of her. She was warm. Tender. Inviting.
Moving to the narrow staircase, he could hear the water running. The pipes pushing the water through the house. She was here. She was alive. She was avoiding him - again.
He hiked up the stairs, stepping one foot in front of the other. Like a soldier, he kept moving. He carried on with the task before him. His mind focused on the mission.
Opening the door quietly, Tommy leaned on the door frame - taking in the sight before him. Curved hips that were fuller since he had last seen her. A waist that tempted him to wrap his arms around her. It was now that he reached in his pocket for a cigarette.
âJesus, Tommy,â she shrieked. The click of his lighter giving him away.
She rested a hand on her heart, shuddering as she closed her eyes.
Unbothered, he traced the stick along his bottom lip before lighting it.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â She pinched the bridge of her nose, as her breath steadied.
âYou havenât been taking my calls,â he stated. Gaze unchanged. Smoke filling the air.
âIâm in mourning,â she enunciated, grabbing a towel to cover herself. She didnât bother hiding her frustrations as she shoved past him. She was angry. He liked her angry.
At first, when she didnât answer his call, he had briefly worried that she was sad. Tearful over the sudden death of her husband, who the police found floating in the river after a night of drinking. His death ruled accidental according to the official report. A drunken manâs blunder. An unsurprising end of life. An expected death for a man who drank as much as her late husband did.
An easy lie to believe, but she knew the truth. The greatest mistake the dead man had made was marrying Thomas Shelbyâs favorite whore. It was her mistake more than his. She knew what she was doing when she said yes. The risks she was taking by marrying while Tommy was off in America. Her moment of rebellion had cost a life.
Although, they had gotten past the letter. She hadnât returned to him. She wanted to keep her promise. To stay married. To honor what was left of her vows. She wouldnât work for him. She wouldnât see him. The temptation of losing herself in him made her stay away. She had already ruined the sanctity of her marriage by sleeping with him in his office. She didnât want to continue making a mockery of the words she vowed before God and man.
She was suddenly religious, which amused Tommy. He thought it was a game, but she clung on to every word spoken by the priest. At the funeral, she remembered his words at the wedding. How he had pressed upon her the importance of repentance. Before Thomas Shelby, she had been a good girl. Never told a lie. Prayed before bed. Devout daughter. Devoted sister. An upstanding and honorable member of her community. He had changed her. Corrupted her. Loved her. Destroyed her.
âItâs been weeks,â Tommy stated coolly.
She ignored him. Her hands focused on the cream she was applying to her skin. Smooth skin. Soft skin. Skin his lips remembered. The taste imprinted on his tongue. Tommy exhaled.
His patience was wearing thin. He loved her. She loved him. He figured out how to help her keep her promise and allow him to keep his. Her husband was dead, and she was free.
âI see youâre eating again,â he quipped, trying to stir a reaction out of her. She didnât disappoint. He ducked as the bottle of cream nearly struck his head.
âI went from being a whore to being a widow.â
âSounds like the beginning of a book.â Tommy shrugged then ducked again. This time, she threw a shoe.
âAt least I can bargain my way into heaven as a whore,â she resolved, refusing to meet his eyes.
âIs that what your priest tells you?â He brought the cigarette back to his lips for another drag.
He knew. Of course, he knew. She wondered if he was having her followed again. How else would he know about her visits to the church. Her talks with the priest.
âMy greatest sin is you,â she finished her thought.
Her words were meant to be cutting, but Tommy remained unbothered. His eyes stoic, jaw set as if he was watching a horse race. He brought his cigarette to his lip, letting it dangle as he neared her.Â
She stood up, ready to shove past him again, but he grabbed her forearm. Her eyes flared up at him as she tried to loosen his grip, but he remained firm.
âYou want to talk about sins, ey?â He whispered against her ear. âYou married a man who picked a pint over his life. A man who stowed you away in a house he couldnât bear to live in himself, while he stayed three doors down with his brotherâs wife.â
She frowned, hearing him confirm a suspicion she wouldnât allow herself to believe. When he stopped coming home, she told herself that he was drunk at a pub or sleeping his hangover off at his motherâs house.
âA man who lost his wages betting on fights.â
So thatâs where all their money had gone, she thought. Her face didnât flinch as Tommy confirmed another truth. Her late husband was just another man who had let her down. All the words she threw at Tommy about him being a good man were lies. He was just better at hiding his wrongs.
Tommy softened his grip on her hand, as he relayed the sin that he couldnât forgive. The sin that forced him to intervene without thinking of the consequences. âA man who was willing to sell his wife to settle his debts.â
Her eyes widened then glazed over. The shred of innocence he once found in those warm brown irises was quickly disappearing. He cursed at himself for the letter, but it wasnât just the letter. It was the months he left her wondering if he could ever love again. It was the voice that told him to push her away. She married the man because of him.
Tommy released her hand. There was a part of him that wished he hadnât been so honest. Her hardened eyes told him just as much. The look on her face was one he had seen before in the women who dared to love him. When his darkness eventually shadowed their light. When his world swallowed them whole.
She reached for the cigarette hanging from his mouth. Taking a long drag, she exhaled. The smoke covering Tommyâs face.
âMy sin was marrying the wrong man,â she concluded.
His thumb brushed her skin, remembering when her lips pressed against his in hunger. His lip bleeding as their need took precedence. Her lip bruised from his appetite. Even when he had her, he needed more. Tracing her lip, he gently placed the cigarette between his fingers then lifted it to his mouth. The first puff was for the memory. The second was for his patience.
âNo, my god doesnât care about sins.â
âI didnât think you believed in,â sighing, she looked up, âanything.â
Tommy closed his eyes. His patience wearing on him again. âYouâre moving out of this house. Youâre coming back to work, and youâre going to answer when I call.â
âOf course, Mr. Shelby,â she answered.
His jaw ticked at the use of his surname. The smoke from his cigarette creating a haze over his eyes. âDonât start.â
âTell me what your god thinks about whores.â
âEveryoneâs a whore,â he muttered, as he moved toward the door, already thinking of his next order of business. The kiss would have to wait.
âIs that what your wife thinks?â
Tommy stopped walking. Leaning his hand on the door frame, he closed his eyes. His nose flared. His annoyance growing with her disobedience. He seemed to attract women who were determined to do the opposite of what he asked.
âShe confronted me. Told me to stay away,â she admitted, and in that second, he realized why she ignored him. She was no longer his secret. He made his affection too obvious.
âIâll take care of it,â he firmly stated, leaving no room for further questions. Yet, she continued.
âDoes she follow any of the other girls or is it just me?â She asked.
He wasnât ready to admit that there werenât any other girls. That there hadnât been other girls for a while. From the moment he declared his love, Tommy had made himself hers - only hers.
âYou love me, but there are others,â she whispered. âI love you, but all I do is think of them. To be with you, I have to worry about them. I have to wait to be yours.â
âIs that what youâre doing then - waiting?â He asked, closing the distance between them.
Her hand dropped to her middle and Tommyâs eyes followed. He stared, then frowned before bringing his gaze back to her. âHow far along?â
Her eyes softened. The grief coloring every muscle in her face. Tommy closed his eyes. She was in mourning. He understood her words clearly now. It was moments like this that made him miss Polly. She would have known.
Tommy muttered something in his Romanian tongue as he sat on the bed. He stamped his cigarette out in silent rage. There was never an end. Death seemed to find him at every turn. It hunted him. Craved him.
His hands went to her robe. Slowly, he pulled the fabric, revealing her body. A body that had prepared itself to carry his child. A body that had nourished him back to life. His fingers moved to her belly, tracing the skin there. The soft, smooth skin.
He looked up at her and saw the tears she wouldnât shed. How long had she held them in, unable to weep. Unable to speak. Unable to fully mourn. Wrapping his arms around her middle, he pulled her in and kissed the place his hands had touched. He tried to do what she had done for him; he tried to make it okay for her to feel.
âIâm fine, Tommy. Itâs better this way,â she said, her voice cold and void of any emotion.
âWhen?â He whispered, knowing it was his, and yet wondering how heâd missed so much in so little time.
âIt doesnât matter,â she stiffened. âItâs gone now, and I need to move on.â
She gave him a second to make peace with the reality she had lived with for weeks. Then, she moved from his touch, closing her robe as she distanced herself. Loving him was painful enough without the added grief of their lost child.
âYou shouldnât have come,â she folded her arms, avoiding his gaze.
Tommy raised a brow, staring at her before glancing around the room. It was as cold as the rest of the house - bare of any details or remnants of her. Standing up, Tommy found a new mission. He moved past her in search of anything that made the four walls more of a home.
His hands traced the metal bed frame. His fingers trailing the linen and cloth. He opened windows and tapped on wooden walls. He inspected the little furniture in the room, unsatisfied with the results.
âTommy,â she started to say as he pushed open a wardrobe, finding it empty.
She was leaving. She planned to leave London. She planned to leave him. The thought stung in Tommyâs mind as he opened drawer after empty drawer. His anger taking center stage.
âTommy,â her voice raised with concern.
He shoved the empty wardrobe back, watching as it crashed against the wall.
âStop,â she yelled, as he shoved the wardrobe again and again. His grief coloring his anger. His anger coloring his grief. Her heart jumped as the wooden drawers finally cracked under the pressure. The splitting wood overshadowing her screams as the wardrobe completely fell apart.
âTommy,â she cried, rushing to stop him from breaking the wood further. âStop.â
âPlease,â she whispered. Her plea full of a love she couldnât deny him.
He exhaled. The sound of his heightened breath taking all the space in the room. His anger taking all the air. Tommy closed his eyes. The familiar whispers creeping in his head, telling him to put out the fire. To walk over to the other side. To let go of this life. To finally rest.
She swallowed, unsure of what to tell him, and yet, she persisted. âMy sister found work outside of London. She thought itâd be good for meâŠâ
Tommy shook his head, looking up at the ceiling.
âI wanted to tell you,â she stopped, lowering her head. There was nothing to say.
He scoffed. âTell me.â
It felt like deja vu to hear him utter those words to her again. To hear the same command. The same request heâd asked from her when she told him about the wedding. Yet, this time, there was nothing left to say.
She stared at the back of his head. Her fingers yearning to brush his hair or wrap themselves around him. Her lips longing to kiss the nape of his neck.
Closing her eyes, she confessed. âThereâs no life for me here.â
âYouâre not leaving.â He pushed back, ignoring her words. âYouâre mine.â
âWhen?â She sighed. âWhen am I yours, Tommy?â
He lifted his head, staring at the wall. His mind moving a mile a minute. She couldnât leave him. His heart wouldnât allow it. His body would protest. His hunger was contained to her. His thoughts all went back to her. How many minutes until he can think of her? How many meetings until he can dream of her? He suffered without her to be with her. Every hour he was away was an hour he promised to give to her.
He was a selfish man, who wanted what he wanted. A man who endured wars and monsters disguised as men. A cursed man. A broken man. A suffering man. A man who didnât deserve her, and yet, he wanted her. He needed her. She was the cigarette on his lips. The pain tablets in his pocket. The shirt on his back. The razor blade on his cap. She couldnât leave him.
âWhen your wife is gone? When youâre fucking other women?â Her voice continued in the background, but Tommy was half-listening. âWhen youâre bored? When the nightmares come? When the work is done? When am I yours?â She asked again, although there was no anger in her question.
âWhen you married him, you were mine. Every time you put on his fucking ring; you were mine.â His brows furrowed as he reached into his side pocket for a cigarette. âWhen you moved into this house, you were mine. When you had my fucking child inside of you, you were mine.â Tommy sniffed, turning to face her. âFrom the moment you entered my office, you belonged to me.â
She stiffened, as she traced her empty ring finger. His crassness didnât bother her as much as his refusal to listen. He disregarded her words, only focusing on what he wanted. It was why she didnât want to tell him about the baby. He would have stuck her in a big house that he would never visit. Given her everything except the thing she wanted, which was him. But now that nightmare wasnât even a reality because sheâd lost their child. She'd lost a piece of him.
âIs that all it takesâŠâ she started to argue, but words were pointless. Their arguments were pointless. They had a love that was cursed from inception.
In this life, he was promised to another. In the next, he would be reunited with another. In life and death, she had no place in Thomas Shelbyâs life. Her love for him didnât save their unborn child. It reminded her that their love had no place to grow. It was wilted, and no amount of money or prayer could save them.
âYouâre not leaving,â Tommy declared, cornering her until she had no choice but to look up at him. Her brown eyes sinking into him, full of a love he didnât deserve.
âYou made me a promise,â he whispered. His jaw tensing as he remembered that night in his office when he had made himself hers. When he had promised to live. To stop craving death. The gods had given him a second chance with her.
âTommy,â she protested, but he continued.
âYou gave me your word.â His lips brushed hers and her body shuddered. âYou made promises to me. Promises I intend to collect.â
His hand slipped down to her robe, loosening the ties. His fingers marking a trail from her chest to her neck to her lips. âPromises you agreed to keep.â
She folded under his touch. Her head falling on his chest as she exhaled. Quick, short breaths that made Tommy pull her in closer.
âAnd what of your promises?â She grabbed his fingers before they could slip between her thighs.
âHmmm,â he hummed, trying not to smirk. âRemind me again.â
Shaking her head, she moved from his hands. Her heart ached, but it would always ache whether she was with him or not. He was not wrong. It belonged to him. From the moment she entered his office, her heart had become his. Knowing he was promised to another, it still beat for him. It yearned for him. It acted without consequence.
Thou shall not commit adultery. A vow sheâd broken within a month of knowing Thomas Shelby. But her heart didnât care. It didnât care about the commandments she broke. Her sins were plenty but her heart was full. Full of love for a man who couldnât confess his love until she married another.
Turning away from him, she closed her robe. Her hand wanted to follow the trail he etched on her skin, but she didnât. She could hear him lighting a cigarette. His eyes on her. His eyes undressing her. His eyes claiming her as his.
She wanted to run, but her heart wouldnât let her. Instead, she willed herself to face him. Smoke in the air. His scent in every crevice of the cramped room. She inhaled and tried to tell him again. Her thoughts were on her lips, and yet, nothing.
Offering her his cigarette, Tommy stepped towards her. âLeaving London wonât cure you of me.â
She reached for the smoke. Grateful for the distraction. For the heat. For the vapors. For the way her lungs would expand and contract. For the cigarette they shared between them. His lips on her lips. Her lips on his.
âThat priest of yours wonât help you either,â he added.
âWhat is the cure then?â
Tommy leaned into her. His hands on her waist, slowly moving her robe up past her knees then her thighs. âFirst, you have to stop running.â
âRunning?â She asked, confused by his accusation.
âThe wedding. The job. This house.â He counted. âAnd now these plans of leaving London.â His hands pushed the fabric of her robe from her skin, leaving her naked before him. âYou mustnât run.â
âAnd what if I do?â She questioned, not allowing her nudity to dissuade her.
Tommy brushed her cheek before taking the cigarette from her lips. âIâll find you. Remind you of where you belong.â
âAnd where is it that I belong?â She asked. Her eyes gentle and pleading.Â
He brought her hand to his chest, placing it where his heart lay. âHere. Right here.â
She swallowed her nerves, terrified of letting her heart speak. âSecond?â She went back to his list.
âSecond.â He took a drag, exhaling the smoke before he continued, âYou must know, I get scared,â he admitted, and she finally understood why heâd written her that letter. Thomas Shelby was scared of loving her. The first woman he loved died in his arms because of a bullet meant for him. Love was something to fear, and he was terrified.
âNow, itâs unpleasant and itâs unkind. But when I amâŠâ
âIâll remind you,â she finished, âof where you belong.â
Tommy cupped her face, placing a kiss on her head. âGood.â
She closed her eyes. Her heart too fragile for Thomas Shelbyâs confession. He hadnât proposed, yet they were already exchanging vows.
âLast.â He leaned his head on hers. âAnd the most important.â
âYes,â she breathlessly whispered.
Tommyâs finger traced her bottom lip before he kissed her. His lips hungry to taste her. Selfish in his desire - his consumption of her. He groaned when he felt her kiss him back. Her own need just as desperate as his. She moaned when their lips parted, disappointed by her bodyâs need for air.
âI promise to have you pregnant by spring.â
Her eyes lit up as she laughed for the first time in months. She chuckled, not taking him seriously. âTommy.â
âA boy,â he declared, wrapping his arms around her middle. âHeâll have your eyes and my charm.â
She giggled, playfully hitting his chest as he picked her up and placed her on the bed. Her smile widening as she gazed at him. She was returning to herself - returning to him. Weeks of grief slowly thawing from her heart.
Tommy stamped out his cigarette before joining her with a kiss. His body on top of hers. His hands on either side of her head. His mind fixated on the softness of her skin.
âIâll be back at work in the morning,â she whispered in between kisses.
âYou wonât be working anymore.â
She pulled away from his kiss, frowning at him. âWhat are you on about, Tommy?â
He sighed, already knowing he was about to start another fight. âI wonât have you working with a child of mine inside of you.â
âWhat?â
âYouâll be carrying my son,â Tommy repeated.
Closing her eyes, she realized he was serious. Of course, he was serious. She wondered how long heâd been planning to get her pregnant again.
âI donât deserve you,â Tommy kissed her lips. âBut, I promised to give you a life worthy of everything you are.â He reminded her. âI promised to let you in my head. I promised to do more than just wait to die. I promised to live.â
She wanted to be angry with him, but he remembered. Every word. Every promise. Everything they had discussed in his office.
âI promised to keep you safe.â
âTo make us safe,â she corrected.
He kissed her again. âThere are no other girls,â Tommy confessed, reminding her of his other promise. Tommy Shelby was hers.
Grabbing his collar, she pulled him into a long kiss. âNo more running,â she vowed.
Tommy smiled. âNo more.â He pressed his lips on hers before adding, âYouâre mine.â
This time, she didnât argue, simply letting him kiss her. âNow, where were we, Mrs. Shelby?â He asked, slipping his fingers between her thighs.
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FORGIVE ME | DR. JONATHAN CRANE
Summary; Heâs so sorry for what he did, and heâs gonna prove to you just how much he is.
Contents; Face sitting (fem recieving), whiny/bratty Jonathan, degradation, cumming without touch, overstimulation, begging, black fem reader.
Her silky smooth skin rubbed up against his, he couldn't help but whine and try to get out of the restraints restricting him.
"I-I told you... fuck. I told you I'm sorry, how many times do I have to say this!" Jon was getting frustrated, how could Y/n do this to him. It wasn't enough, she wanted him to feel her rage.
Clicking her tongue, she rolled her eyes. "Why would you kiss her then? Bring her up to our hotel room like you guys were gonna get it on." The dr. was tied up to the bed, his hands tightly roped together along with his legs, ankles so tight he knew he'd have bruises the next day.
"Oh, please. I p- promise, okay? Promise It won't happen again, just let me cum." She shook her head slowly, her eyes seeping deep into his soul.
Y/n sat sideways towards Jonathan, her short French white manicure dancing creepily on his thighs, never touching where he truly wanted her to. Always going so close but so far.
"I love you, hm? You know I do momma. Made a mistake is all, I'm good. Aren't I?" She cooed, her warm hands getting tangled in his fluffy hair. He almost thought she was really gonna go easy on him, almost.
Jon gritted his teeth and whined carelessly when she tugged on it harshly, pulling his face as much as she could toward her. "You think I don't see through you?" She mumbled, fake pouting. He could feel and smell her icy breath on his neck.
This was the most Y/n had touched him in hours, he was glad but oh how he wasn't, "You're a pathetic slut, you crave attention so bad that when I don't give it to you, you look for random sluts?"
When she let go harshly he whimpered quietly, missing her harsh but loveable touch.
"You want somebody else to love you? Do you not think I give your ungrateful ass what you want?" A pout fell upon his face, trying to get out of his restraints.
"N- No! I only want you. I'm so sorry, forgive me." Chuckling lowly, she stood up. Her red bottoms clicked on the floor at each and every step she took.
Jonathan was completely undressed, with no type of clothing on his body. On the other hand, Y/n was dressed somewhat head to toe, with a small black mini skirt, black thigh garters, and her signature black lacy bra.
"I can untie you right now Jonny, you wanna go have fun with any slut you see? Ugh you're such a slut, aren't you?â He frantically nodded his head, he just wanted to please her.
"I don't want you to! I'm your slut, I'm yours. Please please please say it." She didn't want to make him happy. Wanted to break him down into a sobbing little mess.
"Now you're gonna tell me what to do? Thought you knew better than that." The man could feel the hot tears brimming, she was always so mean.
A choked moan fell from his lips when Y/n held the base of his needy cock, precum already spilling from his tip. "Why do you have to be so pathetic baby? It's embarrassing, really." He was panting loudly as her hands started an up and down motion, it hurt so good.
"M'thank you, fuck t- thank you." She pouted her lips, he really was so cute sometimes, "Language, now shut the fuck up. Don't wanna hear a peep from you. You can cum when you feel like it, okay Jonny?"
He nodded appreciatingly, she only had the tiniest bit of niceness in her body, and he loved it so much.
A small smile crept onto her face, holding one hand at the base while she moved the other one in a half circle, so fast his vision was blurring.
"S- Slow... Slow? P- Please?" Jonny was breathing so heavily you couldn't even hear anything else. Y/n wasn't smiling, "I tell you to shut up and you don't listen? Why are you such a brat? So fucking annoying."
Wanting to be quiet for her, he tried his best. Only letting out a small whimper when she grazed over his tip.
She said he could cum whenever, so when he felt that pit in his stomach when her mouth attached to his needy head, oh he couldn't help it.
Y/n lightly grazed his dick with her teeth, he only liked it when he was getting punished, to induce the pain. Only doing two strokes of that, the girl sucked on his tip, her tongue swirling around it. That's what made tears fall down his face, when they reached his mouth he just licked them off.
His body tensed up and he choked back a moan, but Y/n didn't care. Humming and continuing her work she smirked when his warm liquid coated the walls of her throat.
It kept going, and she kept sucking. Milking him for all he had. When he finished completely, she slowly moved up off him, waiting for him to come back into reality. While he was doing so she scooched up, placing little tiny kisses along his jaw, circling down to his chest and back up.
"Thank you t- thank you, I'm sorry for what I did." Looking at her smiling softly with a blank stare he should've known at that moment, she wasn't finished.
"You wanna eat miss out? Hm?" Her voice was soft and innocent, yet her words were far from it. Lightly giggling when he nodded his head repeatedly.
She had no panties on under and her man always had a thing for short skirts, so she kept it on.
âDonât do that, let me help you. Please.â Y/n was teasing him. He couldnât pull her thighs down when she hovered over his face, licking his lips seeing how her wetness dripped down on her thigh.
âP- Please? Iâm sorry, do you want me to beg? I- I can beg miss, if you want.â Y/n held onto his tied up hands while slowly lowering herself down into his mouth.
Letting out a sigh when his mouth came in contact with her heat, âYouâre so good baby, fuck. Iâm thinking bout forgiving you.â
Moaning into her cunt, he lapped up all of her juices, savouring the taste. She barely let him eat her out, and if this made her forgive him. Jonny would do anything.
The man was great with his mouth, playing with her clit with his tongue. âMhmm, make me cum Jonny.â
Her hands tangled into his hair, her sharp nails scratching against his scalp making him groan loudly. He was so close, she didnât even know.
Jonny let Y/n rub herself onto his face, using him for her own pleasure.
Her legs trembled and she lost balance, sitting directly onto his face. Jonathan did his best, sucking up every single drop she let go, his whimpers being muffled underneath her.
âWow little Jonny, y- youâre actually useful for something.â She stood up, and got off the bed, not bothering to look at the man tied up.
When she did though, a laugh erupted from her. She kept going, the sound of her giggling made him feel small; humiliated.
âHow embarrassing Jonathan.â He didnât wanna look her in the face.
âIâm sorry.â The man sounded so embarrassed, oh how she loved that. âYou wanna do it again? I think you can baby.â
He shook his head, he hated when she overstimulated him. âNo, no. I said Iâm sorry, câmon? It hurts.â
While crawling up onto the bed towards him she smirked, her pearly whites making his heart jump.
âBut I like when you hurt. Donât you wanna make miss happy?â He didnât wanna nod, and he didnât wanna shake his head no.
Her nails scratched into his skin, red lines making their mark.
When her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he couldnât help but let out a grunt, his eyes rolling back.
âLets do it again, yeah?â
xoxo, liah
#dom reader#sub character#dom!reader#sub!jonathan crane#cillian murphy#cillian x fem!reader#cillian x reader#black fem reader#black!fem!reader
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masterlist
HARRY POTTER:
cedric diggor:
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fred wesley:
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george wesley:
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slythrin boys:
draco malfoy:
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blasie ( canât spell his last name):
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theo not:
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tom riddle:
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mattheo riddle:
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you(tv show):
joe Goldberg:
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maraders:
james potter:
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lily evanâs:
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cillian murthy:
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jacob elorid:
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request over celebritys
only do fem reader reader has no specific look
request page:
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It's giving Arkham knight scarecrow vibes and I want it
Only problem is this is on black ops cold war and I don't plan it that much anymore,if the operators carry over to black ops 6 I'll definitely buy it just so I can chase everyone around shouting "How many lives will you destroy in pursuit of what you call justice? You are the product of everything you fear; Violence, Darkness, Helplessness,All that remains is for you to watch as I drag your beloved Gotham into oblivion" đ
On a completely unrelated note I'm in desperate need of more Johnathan crane fics either cillian Murphy or Arkham
#cod mw3#black ops cold war#cold war#johnathan crane#johnathan crane x reader#arkham riddler#arkham scarecrow#batman arkham series#arkhamverse#arkham asylum#arkham knight#arknights#cillian murphy#scarecrow
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This blog supports Palestine. Keep talking about Palestine.
Cillian did not have a public social accounts but he did have accounts on IG, Tiktok, Snapchat and whatever social platform you were on as a means to keep an eye on you. He even set up a google alert for your name, his obsession intensified with each new picture you posted, with each new video you posted, with each new interview of you. Cillian even followed your friends both celebrity and non-celebrity friends.
When Cillian saw the dreaded video of you on the red carpet with Noah and Tarzan giving all the paparazzi new material to create buzz around you and your co-stars, atleast that is what he believed. All the gossip rags were guessing who you were dating, some kept insisting you were kind of some thing called a throuple.
He obsessively watched your interviews and notcied what everyne was seeing, the obvious chemistry and intimacy among you three, like the three of you were in some sort of a private joke that the world was not privy to, he was not privy to, he wanted what you had with Noah and Tarzan and something more than that.
Just a little blurb for you guys.
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sorry, did you say,
âtoxic, dangerous, sexy af and could probably kill me at any given moment if they wantedâ?
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#billy hargrove x reader#damon salvatore x reader#x reader#bucky barnes x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#coriolanus snow x reader#actually mentally ill#cillian murphy x reader#klaus mikaelson x reader#joe goldberg x reader#tyler durden x reader#cole turner x reader#toxic men#kol mikaelson x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#theodore nott x reader#regulus black x reader#tom riddle x reader#draco malfoy x reader#void stiles x reader#moriarty x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jonathan crane x reader#henry creel x reader#loki laufeyson x reader#the things i would let him do to me#let me live in my delusions#tate langdon x reader#relatable#memes
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When the âreaderâ in character X reader is 5â7â, has pale skin and hair and perfect curves⊠it's a big turn off for my tiny, brunette, small breasted self. I mean give it a name and make it an original character ffs!
#bucky x reader#dear diary#draco malfoy x reader#marvel#matt murdock x reader#my thougts#peter parker x reader#sirius black x reader#tommy shelby x reader#writers on tumblr#cillian murphy x reader#bruce wayne x reader#coriolanus x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#theodore nott x reader#harry potter
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⥠intro : VISERRA, twenty, she/her, alastor & lucifer's
⥠dedications : about the author àšà§ about the blog
⥠table of contents : archives (masterlist) àšà§ letter for me? àšà§ cillian archives (masterlist)
⥠now playing : there is a light that never goes out â the smiths
⥠latest : giving him head during a trial (judge crane imagine) (v light nsfw)
#viserra's masterlists âĄćœĄ#viserra's thoughts âĄćœĄ#ă
€/á - Ë -ă#cillian murphy#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#black butler x reader#cillian murphy x reader#kuroshitsuji x reader#genshin impact x reader#coriolanus snow x reader#jonathan crane x reader#tbosas x reader#the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader#coriolanus snow#tbosas#viserra reblogs âĄćœĄ
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#girlblogging#klaus mikaelson x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#the originals#coriolanus snow x reader#criminal minds#peaky blinders#tom riddle x reader#cillian murphy x reader#hannibal lecter x reader#x reader#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#sirius black x reader#art donaldson x reader#gojo satoru x reader#nanami kento x reader#toji x reader#sukuna x reader#leorio x reader#kurapika x reader#hisoka x reader#this is just the ones i can remeber rn đ©đđ
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đđđ„đ„ đŠđ đđąđ„đ„đąđđ§ | dad's best friend!cillian murphy x reader
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ | based on the following request: what would dilf/dad's best friend cillian do if he found your dildo?
đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ | 5k (this was literally supposed to be a drabble...)
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ | smut (18+ only), significant age gap (reader is college-aged, cillian is in his late forties), voyeurism/exhibitionism, semi-public sex, use of toys, praise kink, unprotected sex, very brief/semi sarcastic 'sir' kink, shockingly fluffy??
Not that your parents' anniversary cocktail party wasn't horribly riveting (cue dramatic eyeroll) but you were upstairs, on your bed, on your phone; you'd had enough of 'so how's college going?' and 'what's your major again?' and 'got any boyfriends yet? you must be a heartbreaker' for one eveningâ or a lifetime, preferably.
It wasnât even that comfortable to be on the bed in your party dressâa cute, short sparkly one that youâd picked out for tonightâbut it was better than standing around and trying to balance in those sky-high heels; those you had kicked off into the corner of the room the second you were alone.
When you heard a small rap on the door, you hummed a quick "Come in!" and didn't even look up from your phone, figuring it was your mom or dad come to find you after you disappeared.
Instead, you heard Mr. Murphy's voice as he leaned in the doorframe; "Sorry to bug you," he said, startling you slightly as you closed Instagram and set your phone down. "Just needed a Tide penâ your mom said you might have one in here?"
"O-oh, yeah," you said, sitting up, "sureâ what happened?"
"Salsa fiasco," he joked softly as he shut the door behind him, showing you the dark red stain on his shirtâ though the shirt itself was red, so it wasn't too egregious, but still noticeable.
"That's too bad," you chuckled, "I warned them about that salsaâ if you serve salsa, there's gonna be a fiasco, that's what I said."
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "They should listen to you more," he agreed.
"I've got a couple stain remover pens in that top drawer," you suggested as you pointed to your dresser.
"Great," he smiled, starting to unbutton the shirt; you got nervous for a second until you realized he had on a black undershirt beneath. It's hard to say why you were nervous about that, since you'd seen him shirtless plenty of times in the years you'd known him...
"Nobody's worried about me going missing, right?" you wondered as he continued working on the buttons, and he shook his head while shrugging slightly.
"Not yet," he replied, "but they're going to want to find you soon, you're sort of the star of the night."
You rolled your eyes, frowning. "It's my parents' anniversary party, I think they should be the focus."
"Maybe they should, but you're the much more interesting one," he informed you.
You pulled your legs up a bit, leaning to the side as you sat on your bed; as much as all this attention from your parents' friends was usually annoying to you, something about being interesting to Mr. Murphy didn't bother you so much. "Is it weird for you?" you asked, lowering your voice a bit; he tilted his head quickly as if to ask what you meant. "Going to an anniversary party after, you knowâ"
The words hung in the air, seeming to gather around his conspicuously naked ring finger: after the divorce. "Oh, no," he scoffed, taking off his cufflinks. "It's fine; but I'm sick of the questions about it."
You winced. "Sorry, I didn't mean toâ"
"Don't worry," he laughed finally shirking off the shirt; he looked a little too good in just the short-sleeved undershirt. "You can make it even by letting me ask you how college is going."
"Oh god," you groaned, rolling your eyes, and he laughed.
"If I didn't know from your parents that you were acing it, I'd worry that your aversion to talking about it meant you were struggling somehow."
"It's not that," you assured, "it's the people."
"The people?" he pressed. "Or the guys?"
You laughed nervously, looking down at your lap. "Geez, you learn to mindread while I was gone or something?"
He stepped around your bed to get to the dresser, laying his shirt down over it. "No, I just remember that timeâ somehow. And I remember how much of a headache I and every other young guy was."
"I guess not much has changed then," you smiled.
"What, I'm still a headache?" he grinned as he looked over his shoulder at you.
"No, I meantâ"
"I know what you meant, I'm just teasing," he chuckled. "Top drawer you said?"
"Yeah," you nodded, and he opened the top drawer of the dresser; of course, only right then did you remember that you should have specifically said top left. Because the top right wasâ
Oh shit.
You swallowed thickly as Cillian stared down into the open drawer, and your heart pounded as you somehow hoped and prayed that what was in there had turned invisible or something; but if the look on his face was anything to go by, it was just as visible as ever.
âIâfuck, sorry, I forgot thatâsââ you choked out, face burning impossibly hot. âI never meant for you to seeâIâmâcould you shut the fucking drawer, please, you pervert?!â
âIâm the pervert?â he laughed thinly, looking at you again finally. âYouâre the one with a massive fucking dildo in here.â
âWellâyou werenât supposed to see thatââ
âYeah, butâfuck,â he choked, âI was just looking for your stain remover and I see yourâ you have aâ are you sure that isnât technically considered a weapon or something? Howâs a guy supposed to compete with that?â
âThatâs the great thing about it: he doesnât have to compete,â you explained, âthatâs sort of the whole idea.â
He looked back at it for a second and you yelped, reaching your leg off the bed to kick him in the hip. âWould you please shut the drawer?!â
âSorry, sorry,â he laughed a bit, âbut I mean, how am I supposed to react to that?
âWell, youâre not supposed to just stare at it!â you insisted.
He shut the drawer, giving you a look you couldnât possibly decipher.
âWhat were you thinking?!â you said, somewhat rhetorically.
âIâwell,â he hummed, looking away from you for a second, âI was thinking that I canât imagine how you can possibly fit something like that.â
You blinked quickly, not sure what to say in response to that. âWellâI mean, itâs a little big, but⊠it gets the job done. Keeps me from calling the guys I shouldnât be calling.â
He nodded. âWell, thatâs good⊠none of those college boys could possibly deserve youâŠâ
His eyes were running all over you, and even though youâd picked out this dress just for this party because you loved how you looked in it, you felt a little exposed by his stare.
âI just canât believe a girl like youââ
âCome on, Iâve never been a saint,â you scoffed, glancing away.
âNo, I just mean⊠the size of that thingâŠâ he trailed off.
âYou really canât get over that part,â you noticed, âis this some kind of⊠intimidation, Freudian situation?â
You glanced quickly at his pants, and he started to deny it instantly. âNoâcome on, itâs notâI just canât believe you take all that. For fun. It looks like it would break you.â
You hadnât even had any drinks at this anniversary party, and yet you found yourself with this foggy head like you were tipsy; you blurted something out as if you were tipsy. âWhat, you want me to prove it?â
His chest sunk a bit, and you were about to take it back when he spoke before you. âIâd like to see you try.â
Biting your lip, you sat up on the bed, reaching around him and into the drawer. He didnât step back or out of the way, just let you grab the toy and lean back on the bed in front of him.
You reached up under your dress, sliding your panties out of the way, finding yourself suddenly plenty wet to fit this toy.
His eyes never left you, though they certainly travelled all over your body as you pressed the toy up to your entrance; it was thick, he wasnât wrong, and you had to slowly warm yourself up to it whenever you used it on yourself.Â
After pushing with enough pressure, the tip finally slipped inside and you let out a small sigh. He watched carefully, and your lips fell open into a moan as you pushed the toy deeper into yourself. When the stretch became a bit too sharp, you winced and slowed down, trying to take your time even with your heart racing and hands shaking.
You heard his own breathing picking up, watching you take the toy deeper; you found your gaze wandering over him, even lingering on his groin to see if you could catch a bulge growing there, but nothing was obvious yet. You stared for a moment at his hands, too, suddenly wishing to have them all over youâwell, maybe not that suddenly, youâd sort of thought about this before. It wasnât until somewhat recently that you noticed how sexy he was. Maybe when you were younger, you understood that he was better looking than all the other adults you knew, but only once you left for college did you start thinking about him out of nowhere, imagining what he was really like when he wasnât just being friendly with youâyou even asked your mom once on a phone call if he was dating anyone. Thankfully, she didnât seem to get suspicious when you asked that; but sheâd be more than fucking suspicious if she walked in now, saw you doing this to yourself under his watchful eye.
Oddly enough, the knowledge that someone could walk in and see this just made you even more desperate, and you gasped as you pushed the toy in deeper.
It still wasnât all the way in, and you already felt so full⊠truth be told, he had a point about it maybe being too big for youâwhen you usually used it on yourself, you only put it in a little over halfway, since that was all you really needed. You hadnât put the whole thing inside since you first got itâand yes, youâd ordered it online, because if youâd seen it in person you probably wouldâve been as intimidated by its girth as he was.
Your decision not to wear a bra with this dress became very apparent when his gaze settled on your chest; your nipples were hard, and clearly visible under the fabric now. It was just because it was strapless that you went without, but you were thankful for it when you saw him quickly lick his lips at the sight. You dared to moan just a little louder as you pulled the toy in and out, picking up your pace carefully.
âHowâs it feel?â he asked lowly, his eyes drifting back to where the toy slid into you.Â
âGood,â you mumbled, âreally fucking good.â
âCan you really take it all?â he pressed, making your walls clench on the silicone.
Instead of answering aloud, you simply pushed it all the way in until your eyes rolled backâit was so deep, pressing heavy and fat against your deepest points until it felt like you might burst.
âFuck,â he praisedâit was just a swear, but the way he whispered it made it sound like a praise.
You sped up slightly, trying to do this the way you normally would without someone staring at you. But you were even more sensitive with him watching, your walls clenching more and more around the toy until it was almost hard to keep thrusting it in and out. Sighing, you shut your eyes and laid back on the bed to try to help yourself relax. The change in angle just seemed to make the toy go deeper, rubbing harder against the spot inside you that made your back arch.
âYouâre so wet,â he breathed; you whimpered, nodding in agreement, and kept moving the dildo as deep as you could get it with every thrust.Â
Your free arm went back over your head to hold onto the comforter under you, your hand gripping tight for some relief for the pressure inside you. âFuck yes,â you whispered, knitting your brows together and fucking yourself faster. âFeels so fucking goodâŠâ
He hummed a little, but you kept your eyes shut, afraid youâd lose your nerve if you looked at him again. It had been months since you used anything but this, and you had no regretsâthe toy performed way better than any of the guys youâd met at college. But, truthfully, you didnât like having to do this to yourself. It felt like you could never move it fast or hard enough, and you needed to constantly have perfect control over the toy to get yourself to comeâand when you come, the last thing you want is to take control, you want to lay back and lose control. Still, it was better than the college fuckboys who smelled like beer and didnât last more than two minutes.
Thinking about them wasnât going to help you now, though; it was much better to think about Cillian, about those icy blue eyes running all over your body, about how his hands would hold you down while he claimed you, about how his lips would feel on your neck before he whispered in your ear that you were hisâŠ
You let out a sharp and sudden moan as the toy hit harder on that spot; your legs started to shake. âGood girl,â he mumbled, making you moan even louder because god, those words just sounded right in his accent, with that rough voiceâand they sounded right being said to you.
âFuck,â you choked, âMr. Murphy, Iââ
He laughed a little. âSo polite,â he cooed. âOpen your eyes and look at me.â
Though it made your heart beat even faster, you did as you were told. His stare was all-encompassing, making you feel completely trapped in a way you enjoyed more than you couldâve imagined.Â
âCall me Cillian,â he insisted.
You werenât sure if he meant to literally call him that right in that moment, but it sort of came out anyway: âCillian,â you moaned, and the grip heâd taken on the dresser behind him tightened.
âCan you come for me?â he asked lowly. âRight now? Can you come on that fake cock?â
You bit your lip and nodded, moving the toy faster and fasterâ more desperate to come than ever. âIâfuck, yeah, Iâm closeâŠâ
âGood,â he praised again. âLet me see you come, honey.â
Your back arched harder, deeperâyour hands were shaking but you kept going, holding on tight to the dildo and forcing it back and forth as your legs began to quiver.
Moans poured from your mouth faster than you could try to quiet themâeveryone was downstairs, you just had to hope the music and conversation was enough to drown out your desperate, pleading noises. âFuckinâ beautiful,â he mumbled, right as you hit the peak and melted into the mattress, a wave of ecstasy pouring over you.
You felt hot everywhere, but especially between your legsâyou could swear you felt yourself leaking out around the toy, soaking it, giving away how needy youâd become and not even having the mental energy to feel any shame for it.
Cillian certainly didnât look like he was trying to shame you for it; when you opened your eyes again, he had a stunned expressionâin the best way. âYou normally come that fast for a toy?â
You laughed a little, but you still couldnât quite catch your breath. âNo,â you admitted, âit normally takes⊠a bit longer than thatâŠâ
âWhat was different about tonight?â he mused, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes again.
âShut up,â you sighed. âNow I have to figure out how to take this thing outâIâm always sore afterâŠâ
âIf you can handle putting it in, taking it out shouldnât be much trouble,â he noticed.
Which, yes, that would make sense, but after coming you always got all tight and sensitive and it could be a little intense.
âHow about I help you?â he offered, and your chest tightened. He waited for you to nod before carefully wrapping his hand around your own, watching your face as he gently guided you to pull the toy out.
Your lips were slack and your eyes were probably glassy and dazed as he looked at you like that, completely enveloping you in his stare as he studied every detail of your expression. Aside from some heavy breathing you didnât react much to him sliding the toy out of you, until the ridge of the head reached your entrance and you winced.
âShh,â he soothed gently, âitâs okayâŠâ
A long sigh of relief emptied your chest when the toy tapered off and you felt the last of it slip out of you; you really noticed then how soaked you were, as a draft in the room seemed to cling to the patch of wetness that had coated all between your legs somehow.
âLemme see, baby,â he cooed under his breath as he set the toy aside, kneeling down and resting a hand on the inside of your thigh to keep your legs open.
You could barely catch your breath with him doing that; youâd never had someone⊠look at it like that. You felt incredibly vulnerable but impossibly sexy as you heard him sigh at the sight. âIs it all stretched out now?â you wondered.
âNo,â he said, âyou look⊠just as tight as before. Fuck. Thatâs incredible.â
You bit your lip, sitting up enough to try to get a look at his face past the puffiness of your dressâ skirt, and he smirked up at you with the loveliest sparkle in his eye. âReally?â you breathed, and he nodded.
Even though your hands were still shaking you suddenly felt brave; maybe it was just the afterglow, but you grabbed him by the shirt and sat up to kiss him, colliding your lips with his. He reciprocated instantly, putting his hands on your upper back that the strapless dress left bare.
The kiss was perfectâneedy but not too fast, sweet but not too chaste, teasing but not too slow. The guys in college couldnât even kiss like this⊠you were wondering why you ever even tried with themâor, you wouldâve been if that kiss left you capable of thinking about anything but him. âNeed you,â you whispered as you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders.
âFuck,â he mumbled against your lips, a hand holding your waist while he started to kiss your neck and jaw. âNot hereâyour parentsââ
âDonât care,â you whimpered, âIâm soâfuck, Cillian, pleaseââ
âYou already came,â he noticed with a small laugh, âdidnât that take the edge off?â
âNot enough,â you whined, getting impatient and running a hand down over his shirt and down to his pantsâand you smiled proudly as you felt the hardening bulge beneath. He choked a little when you touched him there, holding you tighter. âYou want me too,â you noticed.
âOf course I do, butââ he breathed, then stopped himself as he tossed you back on the bed; you giggled as he crawled up over you, pinning you down. âBut we canât⊠your parents would have my head on a platterâonce theyâre done serving crawfish etouffee off of it downstairs.â
âWell, I wasnât planning on telling my parents,â you smirked. âWere you?â
âNo,â he agreed, kissing your neck again as you hummed happily. âBut if they found outââ
âSo? They wouldnât like if they found out about what just happened, eitherâand they wonât.â
âBut this is different,â he insisted.
âHow?â
âBecause thisâŠâ
He trailed off, kissing down your neck and over your shoulder, until a hand reached up to pull your dress down and expose your chest.
âShit,â he sighed at the sight of it, and you smiled up at him.
âYou were saying?â you teased.
âRight, erm,â he swallowed, âthis is different becauseâbecause if we do this, youâre gonna be my girl. Not just a misguided one-time fuck because you were turned on after screwing yourself with your dildo while I watched.â
You felt a little out of breath but nodded up at him. âOkay,â you agreed.
âOkay?â he repeated, looking a little shocked. âI tell you that you have to be mine and you just say okay?â
âWhat was I supposed to say, yes sir?â you joked.
âI just meanâshit, if I knew it would be this easy, I wouldâve said something sooner,â he chuckled. âBut Iâm, er, not complaining about the yes sir thing eitherâŠâ
He sat up and started to unbutton his pants, making you wiggle a bit on the bed impatiently. Even though youâd just gotten filled by your big toy, you felt needier than ever for something inside youâsomething real.Â
Your throat caught when he took it outâ it was pale and veiny just like the rest of him; long, uncut, a bead of precum starting to leak from the slit⊠it was beautiful, honestly. The artificial fleshy hue of the silicone could never compete.
âBig enough for you?â he asked with a smirk, but you had to swallow before you answered because your mouth was watering.
âYeah,â you panted, âplenty.â
He kissed you again, laying more of his weight on top of you; your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him close as he pressed you down into your bed.
One hand found your wrist and held it back above your head, while the other kept a tight wrap around his cock so he could guide it to your waiting entrance. When he pushed inside, you both sighed with relief like youâd been longing for this for agesâperhaps because both of you had, in your own ways. âFuck,â you breathed, âCillianâŠâ
He whispered your name back to you, heavy and desperate and right by your ear, and you absolutely knew you were his, just like he said. He only stilled for a moment when he was all the way inside, already starting to rock back and forthâbut he was sort of tender about it, watching you move under him as he fucked you. âSo pretty,â he praised quietly, kissing you again, even harder than before. You both moaned into the kiss, and a warm, rough hand settled on your thigh under your dress.
Soon, the pleasure was too much to even focus on kissing, and your mouth just fell wide open in front of his as needy moans passed through it. He stayed close, though, watching your face go slack with ecstasy. The previous orgasm had left you sticky and sensitive inside, still totally dripping for him, everything in you begging for more. âOh my god,â you sighed, eyes rolling back, your composure completely slipping already. He made you feel so good so easilyâand fuck, the way he was looking at you, it was just too much to bear.
âMm,â he hummed proudly, latching his lips onto your neck again until your fingers tangled in his hair. He moved down and caught a nipple in his mouth, making you whimper as he suckled at it gently.Â
âFuck,â you whined, nearly pulling him along by the hair when he moved to the other one; you couldnât stop clenching inside, squeezing him until he groaned against your skin.Â
âWonât last if you keep doing that,â he warned you softly.Â
âWhat if I donât want you to?â you teased, and he growled a little between his teeth, sitting up to look down at you. He fucked you harder, but put a hand on top of your head and pet your hair for a moment, looking at you like you hung the moon; how could he be so dirty then so adorable within the same split-second?!
âIâll do whatever you want me to,â he decided, speaking softly, âhow about that? What do you want me to do?â
That was a little too much power to give you, at least in your opinion, but you grinned as you considered it. âThen I want you to come way too quick,â you decided, âlike all those annoying college boysâbecause you just canât help yourself.â
He laughed a little, though he stopped to bite his lip as he fucked you even harderâand faster, too. âOkay,â he breathed, âdonât know why you want that, butâfuckâ it wonât be very difficult after that little show you gave me. You look so pretty when you comeâŠâ
âJust keep going and you can see it again,â you promised, holding onto him tighter as he pressed into you and really let you have itânot really rough or anything, you couldnât risk making any more noise than you were, but still aggressive and passionate and desperate.
He kissed your neck again, burying his face in your shoulder and finding the spot that made you gasp out his name suddenly; your fingers clutched at fistfuls of his undershirt, and your legs began to shake where they were hooked around his hips and half-pushed-down pants.
âOh my god,â you gasped, the pleasure hitting you againâbut it was better than with the toy, it was stronger, and it just kept going because he kept going. When your head fell back onto the mattress with a sigh, he realized that heâd made you come.
âWait, fuck, I wasnât looking,â he rushed as he popped his head up from the crook of your neck, âdo it again.â
You laughed breathlessly and pushed against his shoulder a bit; âShut up, I canât do it on command.â
âYou did it the last two times I told you to,â he reminded you, and that just made you feel even more deliciously dizzy.Â
Yes, you were definitely his girl nowâtotally addicted to him. Youâd never felt like this with somebodyânot just physically, but the trust and the laughter and the comfort of it all. This wasnât a too-empty dorm room that still smelled like fresh paint, it wasnât a mattress with no sheets in an apartment with 5 roommates nearby, it wasnât a guy you vaguely knew from a two-hundred-student class or someone you saw on a dating app and talked with for an afternoon before meeting for âcoffeeâ (it was never just coffee). This was Mr. Murphyâand that shouldâve made it weirder, but somehow, it just made it make more sense.
âSo, if I tell you to come again,â he spoke lowly by your ear, a new authority to his tone, âyou should come.â
You couldnât think of anything else to say: âYes, sir,â you breathed, hugging him close to you and pressing your face against his shoulder.
Of course, it wasnât quite instantaneous, but just another minute of him giving you those deep, controlled thrusts right into your favorite spot sent you over the edge easilyâand this time, he gently guided your face out of its hiding spot and looked at you, watched your pleasure overtake you, tenderly rubbing your cheek with his thumb. âGood girl,â he praised softly, kissing you again just as the last of it drained from you; you were so numb that you barely heard him whisper something to youâit took you a few seconds to process it.
âIâm gonna come,â heâd whispered to you, âfuck, youâre so fucking warmâŠâ
âCome inside,â you instructed, and for all the concern he tried to perform for you after you said that, his moan was undeniable, as was the way he started to move faster.
âFuck, really?â he nearly whined. âAre you sure?â
âYeah,â you nodded, panting.
âYouâre onââ
âYes, please, just come inside me,â you begged, and he finally stopped protesting and pressed himself as deep into you as he couldâyou could feel the way his cock flexed, and it made your exhausted walls dig up just enough energy to flex back.
âFuuuuck,â he groaned, holding onto you tightly.
You hummed a little at the feeling, turning your face towards his, hoping to see what he looked like in this momentâbut he pulled you into another kiss before you could get a good look. Even this kiss was different from the othersâa little slower, a little more tired in a wonderful, dreamy way. He was breathing heavy against you, and eventually he found the energy to push himself up with his arms on either side of your head, and you smiled up at him. He looked really fucking good like this: his face a bit flushed, which seemed to show his freckles and fine lines even more (which you adored); his hair falling down, a little wavier from the slight sweat heâd worked up; his lips swollen and slick from the kisses; and those eyes, they looked as beautiful as always, but they made you feel beautiful, too.
âIs taking this one out gonna hurt, too?â he asked you with a smirk.
âProbably a little,â you shrugged.
âFor both of us,â he agreed, âIâm so fucking sensitive now⊠you really do have me acting like a desperate college boyâbut you know, itâs been a while, soâŠâ
âRight, sureâgood excuse,â you joked, but you didnât mind any of it either way.
He did it a little quicker, pulling back as he took a sharp breath in, and you giggled softly.
âFuck, I can feel it, like⊠leaking out,â you admitted, biting your lip at the sick satisfaction of the warm gush.
âI think I need to see that,â he said, sitting up and picking your legs up from under the knee to look at you. This was apparently a habit of hisâand you were starting to get used to it already.
âHowâs it look?â you asked, wondering if heâd finally stretched you out after that.
He just stared at it for a moment longer, running his tongue over his teeth, before finally looking back at you and saying with a smile: âLooks like you need the Tide pen more than I do.â
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