#Cillian murphy blurbs

[calummss]

Cillian Murphy Headcanon: Dating A Younger Woman Would Include

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the age gap i’m thinking of is 15-17 years, so if it makes you uncomfortable do not read!

a/n: i got inspo from @wouldpollyapprove . so credit for this idea goes to her

i feel like you would meet cillian randomly

at a cafe when there were no free seats left; the cinema, both alone because you’re introverted; asking around for pen, something like that

literally straight out of a movie

he liked that you weren’t up in his business or knew straight away who he was—which you did but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable

you exchanged numbers and went from there

you started off as friends and hung out a lot

but it got you thinking if you were more than friends; if he could see you as a potential girlfriend

so you took the risk

and it payed off

cillian felt the same way about you

both of you decided that it should be kept private for loads of reasons

one being that the media liked to trash age gap couple

when you introduced him to your family they were instantly smitten by him and it ability to hold conversations, how kind and smart he is

they were skeptical of the age gap and talked to you about it. it took them some weeks to get used to it but they liked him nonetheless and knew that he made you very happy

his parents and the contrary didn’t care about the age gap at all, never mentioned it or repeated your age in a judgy way, instead cheersed your wine glass with a ‘welcome to the family’

you moved into his place a year and a half after you start dating

you’re job is flexible so you can work from/in dublin

despite cillian’s fame you’re still able to go on dates

you’ve been very good at hiding from the paparazzi

when the press do get a hold on cillian’s private life and publish a picture of the two of you, the fans go wild

they’re having a field day talking about your age gap

which makes you a little insecure but there’s nothing that cillian can’t comfort you through

cillian’s publicist releases a statement so you can enjoy the piece and quiet again

the topic died down anyways

especially when they caught glimpses of the two of you around town, fully engaged with one another, love written all over you

also can i just say that your first christmas together is the best thing ever??

you two standing in the kitchen, preparing the food in the warm christmas lights of the house, warm air around you two, all whilst slow dancing in a burning room by john mayer is playing

when cillian’s away for work you facetime each other every second night and fall asleep without hanging up

he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

sometimes you visit him on set

and stare at him in awe (well he is hot)

cillian and you are so in love and everyone can see it

[look-at-the-soul]

How would this babe react when you tell him that one of your younger cousins has a crush on him?

My dear Cia!! Thank you for sending in this gif and like always, sparkling the inspiration. I hope you enjoy this little Robert blurb ♥️

Not warning needed, just the right amount of spicy 🔥

Robert stared blankly. Your words repeating in his mind.

“That’s non-sense.” He frowns looking from the floor to you again.

Should you start worrying to fight for his attention? At first you laughed it off but then thinking about it seriously there must be a couple of terror stories…

“Well, I know she’s sixteen but…” your voice trailed off as you sat in your vanity removing your jewelry. “She was shocked by the news of our engagement.” You were sure to have heard Hannah’s heart shattering when Robert asked everyone to pay attention for an important announcement.

Having most of your family gathered to celebrate your grandmother’s ninety birthday was the most special occasion you could choose to share the news.

But of course you talked to her firstly to share the lovely news of your engagement with her and after getting her blessing, Robert asked if it was okay with her to let your extended family know at the event.

Slowly you saw him walking closer, staring at him through the reflection in the mirror, with that sensual long strides while his eyes made your knees go weak. His hands found your shoulders no long after, his lips stoped at the spot below your ear.

“Are you jealous?” He asked in a low tone, his velvety voice making your insides turn into jelly.

Your eyes closed involuntary at the feeling of his lips against your skin, and your mind went blank.

“Well sixteen girls nowadays are different than girls my generation, we didn’t know half the things they do now and she can look way over her age when she wants to.” You managed to point out as Robert moved your hair away.

“I still don’t understand why are you worried about that… I’d still choose you over and over again.”

You felt a trail of slow kisses from your collarbone up, his fingers lowering the straps of your dress masterfully.

He helped you up and moved the chair away, then his body pressed you against the vanity.

“But let me show just in case you’re not convinced yet.” He added just before he made you wrap your legs around his torso to walk towards the bed.

A content sigh escaped your lips, as you were enjoying the moment and the state of bliss your were in, feeling his body holding you tight to carefully place you on the bed.

“I just hope she doesn’t show up with a light color or red dress.” You sentenced making Robert chuckle.

“I don’t care about the way she shows up, I’m going to be busy with the bride.”

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[ssweetleaf]

doll parts.

summary: you agree to let dr crane experiment on you for ‘scientific purposes’.

jonathan crane x fem!reader

includes: SMUT 18+, based on this ask here <3, dub-con, clit play, fingering, overstimulation, kinda innocent!reader, doctor kink, jon being a condescending ass, unprotected p in v

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When you agreed to let Dr Crane experiment on you, you certainly hadn’t had anything remotely crude on your mind. A few tests, you thought, maybe he’d take your bloods— anything to help his scientific studies along and you agreed to be his little guinea pig for the day.

So, when he had you undress and get upon his silver operating table, it was quite the shock.

“Push your knees up to your chest,” he hummed, having you hold them in place while he analysed your pussy, “gotta make sure these tests are thorough, don’t wanna miss a thing.”

Jonathan ran a knuckle through your folds watching them flutter around his digit and coat it in your sweet slick, clit throbbing in anticipation just waiting for his touch.

“D-Dr Crane,” you stuttered out, finding it hard to keep your mewls choked down when he used a thumb and forefinger to spread you open, inspecting you even deeper. “I don’t think this is appropriate.”

You didn’t notice the flicker of a smirk that lifted his mouth before he pouted at you, mocking you, though you had no idea.

“But you said you’d let me experiment on you, sweetheart,” he cooed, using his other hand to pat at your thigh, attempting to somewhat calm your heavy breaths and wide eyes. “It’s for scientific purposes, you know that.”

You bit your lip, unsure.

“For science?” You repeated hopefully, staring at him with glistening eyes, eager to help the young scientist in any way, even if it did mean touching your most private parts.

“For science.” He nodded, “now be a good little patient and let the doctor carry on with his tests.”

Your cheeks burned, but you nodded anyway.

“O-of course, doctor.”

You resumed your position, chest already heaving from the tense atmosphere, peering down at his trailing hands when they squeezed at the fat of your thighs.

Jonathan’s thumb and forefinger parted your pussy lips, opening you up for him and exposing the pretty little pearl of your clit. With his other hand, he pressed his thumb to it, rubbing in figure eights, watching your facial expressions and how they changed with such simple touches, soft whines escaping the confines of your throat.

His eyes flitted back to your cunt, watching your arousal seep with each circle of his thumb, your hole clenching, desperate to be filled.

So he did just that and slipped a finger inside you, curling the digit upwards as it hit the base of his knuckle, and he smirked when you gasped at the sudden intrusion, your wetness just letting him slip right in, having him easily add another finger on his outward thrust.

“Oh, doctor,” you breathed, clenching hard around his fingers, the crude squelching causing your cheeks to burn.

“How do you feel, dear?” He asked, the tips of his fingers prodding at the spongy wall of your g-spot.

“F-feels good,” you managed to choke out, bashfully meeting his smug gaze. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

A virgin, he thought. Of course you were, pathetic little lamb— with the way you shivered from just his words alone he should’ve known. Hell, it made him harder, cock growing and forming a tent underneath his slacks, throbbing hotly and just begging to be released.

“I’m so glad to hear it, dear,” he cooed, reaching up to pat at your cheek with his palm, a little too hard, though you were sure he didn’t mean a thing by it.

With each passing moment, your belly started to tighten, growing warm and tingly, butterflies were flapping around and you felt like you needed to pee.

“Dr Crane, I feel strange,” you pouted, tears threatening to ebb over your waterline, it felt so good, but so unfamiliar.

“Just let go, darling,” he said, “this is what I was hoping for— my tests are going absolutely splendidly.”

Before you knew it, your orgasm rushed over you, your slick gushing along his fingers and down his wrist, your pussy clenching and spasming around his still prodding digits and you heaved out sobs. The feeling was so intense, so good, you hadn’t realised anything could feel as good as what Jonathan had made you feel.

“Say thank you, dear, it’s only polite.” He was smirking, though you somehow mistook it for a smile.

You nodded your head, staring at him with big, glassy eyes.

“Of course,” you breathed, “thank you, doctor.”

You had started to settle, your breathing and heartbeat evening out, until Jonathan’s thumb pressed to your clit once again, rolling and playing with the sensitive nub.

You whined out, you didn’t think you had it in you to go again. You grabbed onto his wrist, clawing at his skin and gasping into the stuffy air.

“In our agreement you said you’d take whatever I gave you, correct?” He spoke, an unoccupied hand grabbing at your cheeks, your lips jutting out into a pout.

You nodded, eyes wide like saucers and you shifted from all the fondling to your poor clit.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, much more stern that time, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowing from underneath his lenses.

“Y-yes, doctor.” You nodded.

“Well then,” he muttered, letting go of your face, directing his attention to your quivering cunt. “You’ll be a good girl and do just that.”

Quickly, another orgasm approached, simply by him playing with your abused little clit, urging you to cum for him and watch your hole quiver around nothing.

One after the other, over and over again, you came around his fingers and on his hand, your body heaving and jolting from the constant painful pleasure, he had to restrain you with a hand to your stomach, pinning you to the table and forcing you to ride out each orgasm.

Jonathan’s cock was painfully hard, and he reached down to palm at himself, smirking when he caught you staring, pussy fluttering at the sight.

“Now for my last experiment,” he pulled at his belt, tugging it from the loops and unzipping his fly, grasping at his cock, he pulled it from his briefs, pumping himself a few times, little beads of pearlescent pre-cum dripping from his tip.

You were babbling, completely inebriated from his touch— he was so long, and just the right amount of thickness, veins protruding along either side and underneath, his tip a pretty shade of red that had your mouth watering.

“Let’s see if you can take this, hm?” He mocked you, pouting down at your pathetic form, tears streaming down your cheeks, long lines of mascara staining your skin all the way down your neck. “M’sure you can— been so greedy for everything I’ve given you so far.”

He tapped his cock against your pussy, the wetness splashing up against your thighs, the obscene sounds of your sopping cunt had you blushing.

He pushed into you without a warning, to the hilt with no resistance, your creamy pussy letting him slip right inside, the mushroomed head of his pretty cock nudging at your spot so deep inside, even his fingers couldn’t reach.

Oh, you felt so full.

“Such a good little patient.” He groaned. “On second thoughts, I might need you to stay overnight— get a much more thorough examination.”

[thomashelbyswife]

Thomas Shelby Peeking Through Windows

[darlingsfandom]

Heeey, I love your writing💕 can you please write something about Tommy buying a horse for his wife and teach her to ride, and the day ends with her riding Tommy real hard😍

Hi! Thank you 💕 I sure can.

TW: swearing , semi public sex, riding, p in v unprotected and not proofread.

Tommy was always full of surprises sometimes they were good other times they were bad and sometimes you didn’t even ask. It was better that way because you knew of the family business long before you married Tommy.

On the bright side this time was a good surprise. You were sitting out back enjoying your romance book with a glass of lemon water while the cool fall air breezed across your cheeks. It was quiet since Tommy was out , Polly was with Lizzie and shopping and the rest of the family was out doing their own things. It was nice to have the house to yourself. All thoughts in your head flew out the window when you heard Tommy’s voice in the distance.

Quickly you stood up on your feet as Tommy came in the yard with a surprise.

“Tommy! What on earth is that?” You asked closing your book and tossing it on the table.

“It’s a horse darling!” He smiled.

“I see that but what I meant was… why do you have a horse Tommy ?” You walked up to him with caution .

“Well because it’s your horse!” He offered you the rope but you stood in shock.

“You bought me a horse? Really? You’re joking! I don’t know the first thing about owning a horse!” You were in disbelief. The horse was beautiful you had to admit but you just couldn’t wrap your head around the reality of the situation.

“Well that’s why ya got a horse! I’m going to teach you how to care for her and how to ride as well.” Tommy petted the left side of the horses face before extending his hand out for you. You took his hand cautiously before he placed it on the horse.

“You got a female horse to match yours? Because they look the same!” A smile crept on your lips as Tommy smiled at you. It was true, he basically got his and hers horses for the two of you. He wanted you to go on rides with him, enjoy the nature that surrounded the home and beyond. A new hobby the two of you could share together since you didn’t collect guns or whiskey and he didn’t bake bread or the most delicious lemon cookies he’s ever had. This was something the two of you could enjoy.

“She is beautiful.” You whispered while petting her mane .

“Just like you my dear. Soft, elegant … Gorgeous.” Tommy kissed your cheek making you turn red. “Now for today I’ll ride with you on her which we can’t just keep calling her well her! You’re going to have to name ..”.

“Tulip!” You blurted out making Tommy chuckle. Here you were so determined not to like his gift but you had a name already picked out. Tommy nodded in agreement before he helped you up on tulip.

Tulip let out a little neigh which made you jump and Tommy shake his head as a laugh left his mouth. He got you up there with ease before hopping on himself. Tommy sat behind you as close as he could so he could still hold the rope and guide tulip. His chest was pressed into your back and had his arms wrapped around you as best as he could.

“Best of ya grab the rope too, safety and all.” Tommy kissed the back of your head and with the snap of the rope the two of you were off.

The afternoon flew by as Tommy took you for a ride along one of his favorite paths. It was stunning watching it go by and the sun sitting high in the sky. It wasn’t long before the two of you made it home. Tommy jumped off first before helping you down and taking tulip into the barn with his horse. The horses looked at each other and it was an instant connection. Tommy laughed as he watched his horse Butcher give Tulip his charm.

“I think they like each other.” Tommy wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you turned to face him and place your hand on his chest.

“I know two other creatures that like each other.” You arched your eyebrow while dragging your hand down his chest.

“I know that look sweetheart… let me take you back into the house..”

“No!” You pushed him up against the barn doors before smashing your lips into his. His hands grabbed onto your waist and lifted your leg up as the two of you kissed heavily mixing your tongues together. Tommy loved when you got to this level of neediness because it meant that he could do what he wanted whenever wherever ! You were needy after the ride because he had you sitting against her harness that was studded and you were sat upon the stud that rubbed against your clit.

“Needy girl … going to let me fuck you in a barn… although two weeks ago at the pub…” Tommy mumbled to himself as you kissed down his neck. Your hands were busy undoing his pants.

“No, you’re going to let me ride you!” You were in a hurry to get his cock out and who was he to complain.

“Now that you’re already an expert in darling.” Tommy smirked as you pulled his pants down along with his boxers but when you pushed him down into the hay that was a shock. You pulled down your skirt but as you took off your panties Tommy grabbed them from your hands and held them up. “Ooh baby, look at that wet spot! What a naughty girl you are.” He licked the wet spot while looking you the eye making you whine. “What’s the matter honey, do you need my tongue licking you hmm?”

“Tommy please! Fuck!” You had tears in your eyes from how worked up you were.

“Ride me baby and then I’ll lick your pretty cunt.” Tommy snapped his fingers and you were on it. You slowly jerked his semi hard cock before putting the head of his cock against your folds. A small hiss left your lips as you sank down all the way on his cock.

“Oh Tommy!” Your fingers grabbed his shoulders as he helped guide you along his cock.

“That’s a good girl, I know it’s big and no matter how many times I fuck ya ya never seem to get used to it! Magic little pussy ya got baby.” Tommy rubbed your hips as you finally started to ride his cock. It was slow and loving at first. He brushed your hair with his fingers as you rocked your hips back and forth making him let out low groans. Tommy pulled you closer so he could moan into your ear because he knew how much you loved hearing his moans.

The two of you enjoyed the soft yet passionate sex but something inside of you took over. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter before you looked up into his eyes and he could see the desire pooling in them. You lifted up your hips and slammed right back down before moving your hips faster, riding his cock like your life depended on it.

“Fuck yes! That’s my girl! Yes baby don’t stop! Feels so fucking good! Fuck! Ride my cock just like that.” Tommy’s hands smacked your ass cheeks at the same time making you cry in pleasure. Your mouth dropped open letting all your whines spill out . Tommy was in love! Well he’s always been in love with you but this was the lustful love . The way you were riding his cock was the best he’s ever felt, the way you just took charge and used him for your own pleasure that lead to his pleasure was amazing to him. His sweet little housewife that had a sexual hunger that only he could fill was the best feeling. Here you were owning his cock, looking so angelic yet doing something so dirty.

“My cock! Mine” you mumbled as you rode him hard.

“Yes baby! It’s yours! Fuck! Such a dirty girl! Fucking me in public place again” Tommy cupped your face in his hands making you look him in the eye before he stopped you from riding him. You pouted your bottom lip but only for a split second until Tommy took over and fucked his cock up into you as fast as he could. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your wetness filled the barn making you moan loudly. His hand snaked up to your hair and gave it a hard yank so he could cover your throat in kisses. Your orgasm was on the brink and Tommy knew it so he slowed down before gripping your hips to pull you down his cock . He bounced you nice and hard on his cock that was aching to cum in you.

“Tommy!” You whined loudly as your body started to shake.

“I know baby, it’s okay be good for me yeah? Cum on my cock! Soak my cock… be a good OH !” Tommy was cut short as you clenched his cock cumming hard! The two of you cried out together as your orgasms washed over you. You were shaking in his arms as he held you tightly while filling you up with his cum.

Silence filled the barn as you came down from your high. Tommy rubbed your back lovingly as the two of you relaxed enjoying each others body heat.

“Ya know I meant it earlier honey… you’re already an expert in riding alright and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tommy kissed your temple before he slowly helped you back onto your feet to get back to the house so you could carry on like nothing just happened, just a regular afternoon fuck session between a husband and his wife in their barn. Between you and Tommy , it was never a dull day and neither of you would change it .

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

YOU AND TOMMY IN THE BATH

Pairing.| Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

Word count.| .2k

Notes.| Just a little fluffy blurb, open to requests.

You’d always be the only line of therapy that Tommy needed, craved. Especially when he was alone in the bath and he’d spot your soft eyes watching him. Gently, he’d gesture to you to come over, “come’ere love” he’d always smile kindly at you.

You’d gracefully approach him, slowly shredding your silk gown, nothing underneath. Tommy was certain he’d always be a slave to your beauty. With your hand on his shoulder, you push him forward and climb into the tub behind him. A relaxed exhale would leave both of your lips as you wrapped your arm over his firm chest.

The bar of soap would caress over his skin, you’d always tut whenever you’d notice a new mark on his pale built body. All you could hear was the sound of the water splatter around gently, Tommy’s head rested back against your shoulder as he closed his eyes and breathed out. The gears in his head would finally come to a halt. Business was officially put on hold as he focused his mind on you. Only you could ever keep his demons at bay.

Sometimes one of you would fall asleep, sometimes you’d both fall asleep, but most of the time you just enjoyed each other's company. Words never needed to be said, conversation was always to the minimal. The tenderness was always in your heavenly kisses, it spoke such powerful words in your relationship. It truly made his skin feel electrified. All Tommy needed was you, here with him. On the occasion you’d devour each other in the tub. But most of the time, Tommy just wanted to be held and loved in his most vulnerable position.

[cillianhead]

i saw a tweet that said “i used to date a guy that would get hard from just making eye contact with me” and my first thought was that is ABSOLUTELY neil lewis

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Neil Lewis Blurb <3 ( 18+ MINORS DNI )

You'll simply just look at Neil and he will whimper as he makes eye contact with you. His hand would slide into his pocket, trying to ignore the feeling of his cock growing hard at you simply just acknowledging him. God forbid it be in a moment where he was bored stocking shelves and was stuck in a daydream of something horribly graphic and sexual, you catch his eye as you look at him as you put labels on certain tapes. For even just looking at him, you were a tease in Neil's eyes.

Especially so on the days where he's feeling extra horny. Sitting on the couch, watching TV, huddled up together real close. You'll glance at him during a fruity scene and blush as you look up into his eyes. And his pyjama pants will tighten as he sucks in air through his nostrils and throws his head back on the couch headrest, stifling a grunt.

"What's wrong, sugar?" You'd coo as if you didn't already know... or feel the erection pressing into the side of your thigh. You had your legs splayed out on his lap and one arm tucked around his shoulders while the other rested in your lap.

He'd huff and roll his eyes. "Nothing... don't sugar me..." Neil grumbled, like an immature little boy throwing a tantrum. "You know how much of a tease you are..."

"What? All I did was look at you..." You'd say with an innocent smile on your face as if you weren't slipping your hand into his pajama pants and fisting his hard cock until he was leaking in his shorts.

"Whore..." He whispered out, huffing and running his fingers through his hair restlessly. "Stupid fucking whore... you know what you do to me..."

You just giggle and kiss along his stubbly chin. "Oh, baby... you need to be nicer to me..." You whisper with a slight moan as you stroke him faster, growing wetter by the moment of the feeling of his dick in your hand. "Just wanna satisfy my sweet boy..."

"Fuuuuuck..." He moaned, arching his back a little as you grabbed at his balls and a little bit of precum seeped out, staining his shorts until laundry day came round. "Y/N... please... it's just... embarrassing..." Neil grumbles with his cheeks flushed a bright red. "How easily you... make me hard..."

"It's cute," You hum.

"Not cute when we've got a customer and I'm sporting a raging boner," Neil's voice breaks a little as he speaks and looks down into your eyes again. "You're so fuckin' beautiful... it's not fair..."

You just laughed and tugged down his pants to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock like it's a sweet treat.

"Th-Thank you... baby... Thank you...." Neil whined as he held back the urge to just spill his load onto your tongue now. "Best little cocksucker..." Still looking down into your eyes as you. took the whole thing down that pretty little throat.

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[feasibilities]

i've gotten sick (sinus bs from allergies) so i spent my time rotting in bed and rewatched dunkirk. i have unfortunately fell in love with shivering soldier.

[lluvvsilly]

Filmzeditsss on tiktok

[floralcyanidee]

Okay okay okay

So, Jonathan Crane getting a little hot and bothered over a new coworker? Maybe they knew each other from school already and having to work in such close proximity just brings out a flood of previously forgotten feelings? Maybe they couldn't stand each other and now it's just so much worse now that they're are both professionals in their field. Like, I can just imagine him dragging reader off to his office. Previously he considered gassing her and watching her writhe in terror, but changes his mind because he realizes what he needs is to have her begging for him while he has her bent over his desk. Sorry if this is a bit much 🥵

Jonathan Crane Blurb

word count: <300

warnings: insinuated smut

below the cut!! sorry I just got to this lol I’m at work and decided to finish these little ask prompts up (: not edited as always lol

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

You and Jonathan had been the top of your class for the Psychology major in your university, often competing for the number one spot. You hated each other. But that hate subsided when you went your separate ways after graduation. Everything was fine until you got a job as a top psychologist at Arkham Asylum, which is also where Jonathan worked.

You were determined to show Jonathan who the boss was. But all Jonathan cared about was making you look like an illiterate, illogical fool. He also wanted to see the fear of God put in you- to see you at your weakest. You always had this fearlessness about you, and he was set on breaking it.

But over time, you actually got to know each other and Jonathan no longer had the urge to use his fear toxin on you. However, your sass was still unmatched. And one day you make him fumble in front of coworkers, to which he excuses the two of you, and yanks you into his office.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, hmm?” Jonathan seethed in your ear as he slammed the door shut.

“What are you-“ you asked, but you’re interrupted by Jonathan shoving you forward onto his desk.

You landed on your chest, heaving out air that was knocked from your lungs. Jonathan realized then and there he needed nothing but to see you suffer without the fear toxin. He grazed your skin with a feather-light touch, ignoring the places you wanted him.

“Please,” you grunted, your legs still pressed together, ass in the air.

“Please what?” Jonathan spat, “You’re gonna have to do better than that for my cock.”

[grav3yardbb92]

DINNER FOR TWO

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Cillian Murphy x reader

Tw: mentions of significant weight loss, nothing else, just fluff, hint of sexual theme, but not much. 18+

Also very bad cringy writing. So sorry

Imagine being away from Cillian while he was filming Openhimer, you two talk on the phone or Skype when you can. On Skype calls, you have noticed his significant loss of weight, you know it's important for the character, but you're still worried.

You know it's his last day of filming, knowing also that he is tired and probably starving, you decide to fly to America, to surprise him.

You make your way to his motel room, order some of him favorite foods and change into something nice for him.

When he enters his room, he is absolutely shocked, rushing to pull you up into his arms. You snake your arms around his waist, a pang of worry hitting you again, you brush it off to pull away, landing a sweet kiss to his lips.

You mention how proud you are of him and excitedly show him to the table in the room, where the food you ordered was set just moments prior to his entrance.

He glances over the food, smiling at you before pulling a chair out for you to sit. He sits across from you and enjoys his first real meal in months.

When you are both finished, he asks you, " what, no dessert?"

To which you respond by standing and moving to him, you pull up the skirt of your dress, moving to straddle his lap.

" well , that's why I am here" you answer, before kissing him again.

He pulls away and stands, holding onto you as your legs instantly wrap around his waist. He carries you to the bed, gently placing you on your back.

" oh, baby, you're my favorite dessert"

[look-at-the-soul]

Trick or treat 👻

Robert Fischer x reader (blurb)

Summary: Robert meets the cutest little bad b*tch witch

“Okay what do we say when they open the door?” You looked down at the small witch holding your hand.

“Good evening, trick or treat?” Your daughter answered in a singy-song tone.

“Now go and knock on that door.” You encouraged her.

Piper, your yorkie flanquead by her side wearing a pumpkin harness with matching leash.

“Oh! Grab your cauldron.” You stammered nervous, this was her first time trick or treat in the city after moving out from your parents house and Alix had been excited since the beginning of October for this moment.

After a one night stand with the wrong person, you got the biggest blessing of your life, and your parents were over the moon with their only granddaughter, they were already considering moving closer just to see you and her more often.

As she was about to knock again you decided to try on another apartment, perhaps no one was inside.

“How can I help you?” A male voice asked from behind.

Turning around your jaw almost dropped to the ground at the man in front of you; he was wearing an immaculate blue suit wit hug a purple tie. A briefcase hanging from his hand.

“Good evening! I’m Alix… trick or treat?” Your daughter announced ceremoniously.

The man took in from her, to the tiny dog wagging her tail in excitement and then to you, ever so slowly until his blue eyes met yours.

“Sorry we don’t wanna disturb you.” You added, moving the hair back from your face.

“Not at all,” he smiled and then looking at your daughter he asked; “are you a good witch?”

“I’m a bad bitch.” Alix answered at the top of her lungs.

He laughed really loud while you shook your head embarrassed.

“Alix…”

“I want to be a bad bitch!” She repeated.

Once he stopped laughing, he wiped the corner of his eyes, he opened the door to his apartment. “Want to come inside? I think I’ve something.” But then he realized of one small detail. “I’m Robert by the way.” He extended his hand towards you.

���Y/N the bad witch’s mom… sorry about that.” You blushed.

“Don’t worry I got it,” he laughed again, your daughter entered the apartment before you had time to react. “After you.”

“Do you’ve chocolate?” Alix asked him, struggling with her hat.

“Alix.” You warned her but Robert seemed to be smitten by her.

“As a matter of fact I do.”

“What’s a matter?”

Mentally you groaned.

“It’s hmm when you’re sure.” Then he looked at your left hand, holding the yorkie up. “How’s the candy hunting going?”

“This is the first door we knock. We don’t know anyone here, still unpacking things, we live two floors up.”

“I don’t know anyone to be honest.” Robert admitted from the pantry.

“You don’t have to, really.”

“I know I’ve chocolate somewhere…” he trialed off. “So what brought you here?”

“My work I got a great offer at a firm and it was best for my daughter and me.” You pointed out empathizing it was just the two of you.

“Lawyer interesting,” he nodded. “Do you like it here Alix?”

“Yesh!” She twirled making her skirt float.

“So you could get me out of trouble then?” He opened a couple of cabinets.

“Depends of what kind of trouble you get in.”

Robert gave you a double look with a smirk.

“What?” You asked shyly suddenly.

“You sounded just like her, she gets it from her mama.” Robert replied taking off the jacket of his suit and folding the sleeves of his shirt. A moment later he shouted excited. “Here!”

Alix stormed towards the pantry before you could stop her, following her you were shocked to see it was the size of three kitchens like yours.

“Look mommy!” She emerged with a box wrapped in a fancy bow, you knew the brand, those were bloody expensive.

“We can’t accept that.”

Robert gave you a confused look while your daughter frowned.

“Of course you can.” He nodded and looked at the little witch struggling with the box. “There’s white chocolate, burnt caramel, dark truffles…”

“Robert.”

“Mommy pwweeease.”

“How can you have the heart to say no to that face?” He pushed with a huge grin.

“Fine, but you only get one.”

“Can we go now? I want more candies!”

Robert was biting his lower lip as he pondered into the idea that got in his mind.

“I don’t want to be disrespectful but I was thinking why don’t you continue the trick or treat route in the building then come back here, there’ll be a hot dinner waiting with a glass of wine if you want of course.” He offered.

Your eyes sparkled. “Do you’ve Rosé?”

“Whatever you want.” He rested one of hands on his hips, a rebel curl messed onto his forehead.

“I’ll bring tiramisu as dessert.”

“Right then, don’t let her get a sugar comma.” He winked. “See you in a bit bad witch.”

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[ssweetleaf]

dark blue.

tommy shelby x fem!reader

summary: you're finn's girlfriend- and you've always received the same question, what's a good girl like you doing with a boy like him? funnily enough, his older brother thomas wonders the same thing.

includes: SMUT 18+, dom/sub dynamics, age-gap (tommy is in his early 40s, reader early 20s, though it isn't specified), innocence kink/corruption kink, cheating, daddy kink, oral (male rec), throat fucking, cum-eating, based on this ask here

a/n: feedback is always very much appreciated!! <3

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“What’s a good girl like you doin’ with a boy like Finn, eh?”

It was a common saying you'd get from various people over the few months that you'd been seeing a certain Finn Shelby-- you were used to it, the constant stares of disbelief that someone like you, someone so sweet, with pretty dresses and full of radiance would want anything to do with an up-and-coming gangster.

It was love, at least that's what you told yourself.

So after hearing that certain question so many times without batting an eyelid, why did it sound so different when it came from him?

Thomas Shelby. Your boyfriend's older brother. All stoic and dressed to impress and intimidate, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth like always, smoking on it without a care in the world whether he was allowed to in a house like yours or not.

He had surprised you, scared the wits out of you-- you were alone in the comfort of your bedroom, sitting at your vanity doing your nightly routine before he had shown up. You hadn't a clue how he'd gotten in, and he was smug about it, the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth a big indicator.

You stood up, smoothing down your nightgown when it clung to the thickness of your thighs and attempted to make eye contact and stutter out a few words.

"M-Mr Shelby," you breathed, fiddling with your hands when you clasped them in front of you. "What're you doing here?"

Tommy's eyes flicked around your room, taking note of your white walls and plush, pink duvet-- the trinkets scattered along your room all cutesy and girly. Just like you and your stupid nightgown, he thought.

"Came here to properly introduce myself," he spoke, inhaling another drag and exhaling the harsh smoke in your direction.

"But we've already met," your brows furrowed, cocking your head to the side impishly and unsure. "It was the other day, don't you remember?"

"I do," he flicked his tongue over his lips to moisten them, eyes still fixated on you. "but that was far too formal, don't you think, sweetheart?"

An unusual shiver ran along your spine-- sweetheart, you liked the way it sounded, the way he said it. Finn never called you sweetheart.

You nodded, in a foggy daze, staring at him with a somewhat dumb expression on your face.

Tommy cleared his throat and you quickly shook yourself out of your strange stupor.

"Aren't y'gonna invite me to sit?" he asked, eyebrows raised, waiting. "that's what polite girls do, isn't it?"

You were quick to nod your head, pulling out your vanity chair and inviting him to sit, just like he had asked. He sat down, the contrast of his dark exterior with your pretty pink belongings had butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach-- a sense that he didn't belong there, but the thrumming between your thighs was obvious that you liked him being there, amongst you, amongst your things.

He stubbed his cigarette out in a little jewellery dish that sat upon your vanity, heart-shaped and porcelain, now covered in grey, smoking ash. You knew better than to chastise him for it.

"You didn't answer my question," he muttered, clasping his hands in front of him, though differently to you, it was in confidence, to intimidate.

You thought about it. Why were you with Finn?

"W-We're in love, sir," you stuttered, not meeting his gaze, your cheeks were on fire.

"You don't look too sure about that, sweetheart," there it was again, that name, a single term going straight to your core, a surge of wetness saturating the cotton of your underwear. "Has he fucked you yet?"

You coughed on your own spit, eyes bulging out of their sockets at his crude question.

"Pardon?" you breathed, exasperated.

His reply was simple.

"You heard me."

"I don't believe that's any of your concern-" he was quick to interject, eyes swarming and dark, consuming you, leaving you to hang your head and cower.

"Finn's my brother," he spoke, "I have the right to know what he gets up to, and I don't want him corrupting a good girl like you just because he thinks he's in love."

You flushed at his words and you decided to answer his previous question, no matter how inappropriate.

"We haven't," your words were soft, quiet, he almost had trouble hearing you.

"Haven't what?" he hid his smirk, he already had you wrapped around his little finger, it was too easy.

"Had sex," you muttered, cheeks searing at your confession.

“Do you want to?” He asked, you stiffened, lashes fluttering and lips opening and closing like a poor fish out of water.

“M-maybe…”

“Come here,” Tommy patted his thigh, signalling you to come closer, to stand between his spread legs and have him look at you much closer. You did as he asked, you were a good girl after all.

“Do you want me to show you what it’s like?” He cooed all condescending and mocking, “Do you want me to show you what big, bad men do to little girls like you?”

“Mr Shelby, what about Finn?” His eyes darkened at the mere mention of his youngest brother.

“Fuck Finn,” he spoke slowly, “you forget about him when I’m talking to you, you understand me?”

You nodded, resting your hands against his shoulders to steady you when he tugged you closer by the frills of your nightgown.

“Yes, Mr Shelby,”

“No, no, none of that,” he shook his head, hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing against your soft, covered skin. “You address me properly.”

You searched your mind for the right term, brows furrowing and lips pouting, trying to think what on earth he wanted you to address him by.

“Come on, sweet girl,” he chuckled, bringing his thumb and forefinger to grip your chin, tugging it from side to side. “I’m your daddy now, isn’t that right?”

You whined, unable to control it, rubbing your thighs together, your walls collapsing and letting your submissive nature come to the forefront.

Thomas Shelby was the devil himself, you were sure— and he was your daddy. Finn had disappeared from your mind completely.

“Yes,” you sighed, all dreamily and cute, leaning into his touch, “yes, daddy.”

His plump lips curved up into a smirk, palm patting at your cheek as if you were a dog, eager for praise-- and you realised that wasn't too far from the truth; just a bitch in heat, eager and ready for her first breeding.

You stared at him, dumbified from those cornflower irises of his, almost hypnotizing, and you were sure you'd comply with anything he'd ask of you.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Tommy could practically see the gears shifting beneath your skull and he raised his brows when you stuttered, a silent 'I'm waiting' when you took far too long to answer him.

"C-Can I have a kiss?" you spoke shyly, thumbing the expensive cotton of his crisp shirt, growing impossibly warmer and not just because of the close proximity. "please?"

You made sure to add your plea, keeping your manners intact, giving him something to be proud of you for.

So innocent, he thought, you really were such a good girl-- something he thought was all just an act to get what you wanted, however with the way you stumbled over your words and fluttered your lashes, more eager for a kiss than anything else- anything more.

Yeah, that was no act.

Tommy fought the smile that ticked at his lips, using his fingers to tip your chin, tugging you closer, closer, closer, until you were a hair's width away. You could feel his lips brush against the skin of your cheek, gently, so uncharacteristic, you didn't think that a man of his status and power could be so sweet on someone.

Though, of course, that's what Tommy Shelby wanted you to think, he wanted you to succumb to the desires that he caused, take you and defile you and leave you wanting no man other than himself. He craved the power imbalance, the sick need to corrupt young, naive little girls like yourself.

Tommy Shelby was not sweet. He was worlds apart from that.

The soft feeling of his lips grew nearer, to your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth, before pecking your lips-- a small spongy kiss, capable of urging a little whine to escape your throat.

He kissed you again, slotting your mouths together, locking your lips one over the other, deepening the kiss and it quickly became heated. Swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, he didn't have the patience to wait for you to open up, instead forcing his prodding tongue inside your mouth, crudely swiping it against yours, sucking it between his lips before running it along the ridges of your teeth.

You didn't think kissing could feel so dirty, so unhinged, but you were rather ashamed to say you liked it. The way his callused hands trailed from your hips to your neck, all the way back down just to take a handful of your behind, squeezing the doughy globes roughly and playing with them as if you were a mere toy.

Tommy pulled away, a long, silver line of spit keeping your lips connected, only breaking apart when he began to speak, pushing at your shoulders and urging you to the carpet.

"On your knees," his voice was raspy, and he cleared his throat, clearly affected by you, by your innocence more like. "gonna teach you how to keep men like me happy."

You instantly obeyed, dropping to your knees and sitting on your haunches, practically purring when he cupped and stroked your cheek.

He eyed you from below him, perched in the space between his knees and he spread them further to let you shuffle closer, your hands on his thighs.

"You're a good little pet, aren't you?" he cooed, swiping his thumb along your chin, "such a good listener, eh?"

You beamed up at him, leaning into his touch and nodding enthusiastically.

"Yes, Daddy," a little giggle pushed past your lips, "for you."

"That's right," he hummed, "just f'me."

You had an idea of what he wanted you to do and you fiddled with his belt in anticipation for his next command.

"You're gonna learn how to properly suck cock," he spoke, "and y'gonna do a fucking good job of it."

Your mouth watered at the prospect of having his cock on your tongue. You sighed dreamily.

"And once I've taught ya, that's gonna be your job from now on-- gonna ease daddy's stress whenever he needs you to."

You nodded, cheeks searing.

"Yes, sir- I'll do anything f'you."

He had you where he wanted you, compliant and ready to yield at his every command. It was too fucking easy, he almost wanted to laugh at your naivety, how unaffected you were by the idea of having another man's cock down your throat, your own boyfriend's brother in fact and Finn hadn't even crossed your mind. Poor, poor Finn, always second best when it came to being compared to Tommy.

You may have been a good girl and did as the older man said, but you were still a whore at heart. His little harlot.

"Come on then, sweetheart, I haven't got all day," he chastised, cocking his head down to his belt that you hadn't unbuckled yet. You had so much left to learn.

You fumbled with the leather that encircled his waist, pulling it through the silver buckle and from the loops before unzipping his fly and pulling his tailored trousers down as far as you could to his thighs.

The bulge in his briefs was prominent and your mouth salivated at the sight, your natural reaction to a sight so delectable, your first cock to suck and it was so big too, you wondered how you'd be able to take him without choking on him. But where was the fun if you weren't?

Your instincts told you to reach out and grab it, so you did just that, palming him through his underwear and feeling the warmth of his shaft jolt and throb against your grip, already hard and you swore you noticed a little wet spot saturating the fabric-- a trick of the light, you thought.

Tommy sucked in a sharp breath, giving you a pointed look, eyebrow raised.

"I'm not 'ere to get teased," he huffed, as if his cock wasn't jumping at the touch of your hand. He took a handful of your hair, tugging it and making your scalp burn. "come on, take it out and get to work."

Your fingers curled under the elastic of his briefs, pulling the fabric down to rest where his trousers were, and the sight had you gawking, eyes as wide as saucers as you took in his pretty appendage.

So thick, littered with blue veins, the colour much akin to the blue of his eyes and you swallowed down all the saliva that pooled under your tongue. His tip was a pretty shade of tan, glistening with beads of pre-cum, slapping against his stomach every time he throbbed.

"I didn't know they could be this pretty," you marvelled, taking hold of it and delicately running your fingers up each prominent vein. Tommy cleared his throat at your unexpected praise, the grip on your hair a lot softer than before, instead of tugging on it, he petted it down softly, watching you watch him.

"Put me in your mouth, darling," you smiled up at him teasingly pouting up at him.

"So impatient," you teased, your confidence rising, before you tightened your grip, puckering your lips around his tip, sucking it as if he were one of your favourite lollipops.

You took him out of your mouth with a soft pop, just to reattach yourself to him, lathering your tongue over his sensitive head, the somewhat salty taste igniting your tastebuds and you hummed around him.

"There y'go, you can take more than that," you hollowed your cheeks at his words, going lower, taking him deeper and slowly you started to bob your head up and down, moaning at his taste and thickness on your tongue.

With a particularly harsh downward thrust of your head, he reached the back of your throat, instantly causing you to gag and you pulled off him, whining and sniffling with tears ebbing over your waterline.

"Good girl," he cooed breathlessly, chest heaving and palms cradling your face, hushing and settling you when you continued to whine out. "Doin' so well, got me a little whore in the making, hm?"

He pushed you back onto his cock, guiding you down, down, down until you were gagging once again, though this time you didn't pull off of him, you couldn't, not with the strength he was using to hold and keep your head down. Your nose brushed against the course thatch of hair that littered his pelvis and you tried to resist gagging at the stupidly large intrusion by breathing steadily through your nose.

You wanted so badly to rise for air, to ease the soreness that started to buzz in your throat, but although this was your first time, a true beginner, he still treated you like one of his most proficient whores. Coughing and spluttering, drool started to slip from your mouth and down your chin, so messy and slick, dripping down the length of your neck, saturating your pink nightgown and settling in the space between your tits.

"Fuck," he groaned, "gonna fuck this little virgin throat, gonna make you choke- doesn't that sound good, sweet girl?"

With the way you sobbed and moaned around him, he took it as a yes, keeping a good, firm grip upon your tresses to bob you up and down as he pleased, thrusting his hips upwards and meeting your mouth in the middle.

You grew light-headed, crude, sloppy sounds filling the air along with your constant gags and you quickly slapped at his thigh, urging him to let you up, to go easy on you and let you catch your breath. He didn't stop, however, didn't even slow down, purposeful in messing with you and teaching you that he was in charge-- he would decide whether you needed to breathe or not.

He chuckled at your vulnerability, stopping his thrusts to to sheath himself deep down your throat and keep you still, just the feeling of you gagging around his shaft was enough to stimulate him.

Eventually, he let you up for breath, marvelling at how you coughed and struggled to catch your breath, your throat feeling entirely abused and sore each time you swallowed. His pretty cock jolted at the sight of you, so messy and whoreish, hair tangled and spit dribbling down your chin.

"Breathe, darling," he cooed, cupping your tear-stained cheeks between his rough palms and pouting at you mockingly, pressing a rather condescending peck to your forehead. "Bein' so good-- almost done, sweetheart, just gotta make daddy cum and then you can rest that lovely throat of yours."

You breathed shakily, settling down on your haunches again and grabbing his slick cock in your grasp.

"Okay, Daddy," you sniffled, such a sweet girl, even with a cock in your hand.

Tommy guided you down, conducting your movements with a thrust and push to your head, keeping you pliant and submerging himself within you, and if your throat felt this good his head reeled at the thought of your pussy-- so tight and virginal, untouched, not even by your curious little fingers.

He'd have all of you soon enough.

You could see his stomach muscles clenching, thighs flexing from under your palms and you hummed around him when you noticed his thrusts growing sloppier.

"Fuck," Tommy groaned, breaths haphazard and shaky, "you ready, sweet girl? You ready to taste Daddy's cum? Y'gonna swallow it all, aren't you, otherwise m'gonna have to force feed it down that pretty throat."

You stared up at him as best as you could, fluttering your lashes, tears spilling and clouding your vision, though you blinked them away, eager to see him, to see the way his face would contort, how beautiful he'd look whilst shooting cum inside your mouth.

One, two, three more thrusts were all it took for him to start convulsing, cock jolting on your tongue and spilling his seed, coating the walls of your constricting throat. He was groaning, moaning out loud, sounds so pretty you had to keep your thighs clenched tight.

"Shit- good girl, such a good little whore, you are."

He continued to ride his orgasm out, until he grew far too over-sensitive, pulling himself out of your mouth and lifting your head up, spent and eyes hooded watching you swallow his seed and hum at the newfound taste-- something you already found yourself becoming addicted to.

"Look," you beamed, still teary-eyed and shaky on your knees, you opened your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue for him to marvel at, completely clean of all traces of his cum, now deep in your belly. "swallowed it all, daddy- just like you said."

Tommy's head started to spin, praising you at how good you had been though he felt strange, heart thumping in his chest at the mere sight of you, he felt soft, a small smile on his face without realising.

He thought you were wrapped tightly around his finger, however he had begun to realise in such a short time it was the complete opposite way around.

[peakyscillian]

Hello! Can I slide in and request number 2 with Cillian for your prompt list thing. Please and thank you 😊🩵

Hey Scarlett!! Of course you can 😘

Obvious

Once again just fluff!

'Giggling about how their friends haven’t found out about them yet even though they’re being so obvious.'

Obvious

She followed him back into the pub, fingers tangled together as they headed back to the table full of their oblivious friends.

Cillian turned to her with a smirk after a few minutes of rejoining the conversation, she flicked a look across the table before she swiped her thumb across the dark red lipstick mark at the corner of his mouth.

The same shade she had painted on her lips.

No one at the table had even noticed that going for a smoke had ended up with them being all over each other on the deserted street.

It had been weeks, they'd been so glaringly obvious since the morning she'd woke up in his bed with a blinding headache and a satisfying ache between her legs.

Maybe it was the fact all their friends were used to their flirty behaviour, the way Cillian always held her hand when they were leaving the pub, how she always ended up staying the night at his.

Hours later in the taxi home, she's giggling into the warm skin of his neck as he laughs about how obvious they'd been all evening.

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[darlingsfandom]

Like John's scenario to keep the peace between the lees and Shelbys . Wonder if the same happened with the changreta's with Luca's sister y/n married off to Tommy and they are alike coming from different backgrounds . At first they dislike eachother while fucking hard

We do enjoy a good hate fuck over here !

TW: cream pie, breeding kink, slapping, spanking, swearing, face fucking, p in v(unprotected)

“let me get this right…” Tommy lit up his cigarette, “you want me to marry her just to keep it peaceful between our families ?”

“Well yes that’s exactly what I said.” Lucia rubbed his brow in frustration before looking at you. You stood there with a displeased look, arms over your chest rolling your eyes at your older brother. Ever since your father died of actual natural causes, he’s been even more of a pain in the ass. He’s always tried to protect you from the world like a good big brother but now he had to give you to the world’s most dangerous animal… man! More specially Thomas Shelby! Who you hated with a passion or so everyone thought .

“Don’t I get a say in this?” You peeped up . Both of them looked at you before bursting into laughter.

“She’s funny.” Tommy pointed his cigarette at you before sitting down in his chair and smoothing his hand over his chin.

“And she listens for the most part, I mean I got her in this meeting.” Lucia repeated the same movement Tommy did. You stood there chewing your cheek in anger while tapping your foot.

“Tell ya what, let her stay here for a week, if she’s good enough to be my wife I’ll take you up on your deal.” Tommy stuck out his hand. Lucia quickly gripped it and shook on the agreement .

“I’m still here ! I should have a say!” You blurted out before your brother stood up, placed his hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes .

“I just want to keep you safe, this is the best way to do so! Just trust me, you’ve made it this far in life with my help.” He smoothed your hair before standing up and wished Mr. Shelby a pleasant evening. You stood there in disbelief before grabbing the bottom of your dress and ran after your brother .

“Lucia, please!” You chased him as fast as you could but he ignored you. He put his hand up to stop you and you did. He looked back over his shoulder at you while you stood there with tears in your eyes. He got in the carriage and drove off leaving you in the dust.

A soft sigh left your lips as you hung your head low . You turned around to see other members of the Shelby family staring at you. You kept your head low until you were back inside. Thomas stood at the bottom of the stairs with a stern face awaiting you.

“Very well done darling…” he clapped his hands slowly before coming up to you and placed his hands on your love handles.

“You think Lucia bought it?” You asked running your hands over his chest. Tommy chuckled deeply before grabbing your hand and took you back into his office.

“Can’t believe you ‘ate me that much you’d cry…was a nice touch.” Thomas acted offended while you rolled your eyes.

“Of course I hate you, just not as much…”

“Ya don’t ’ate me that much when you’re riding my cock…” Thomas smirked at you when your jaw dropped. He sat in chair while signaling for you to come closer. Tommy sat you on the edge of his desk, his hand ran from your ankle up to your thigh. “You can deny that all you want …” Tommys fingers ran across your clothes cunt making you squeeze your thighs around his hand. “But this little cunt of yers… will always tell the truth!” He pulled his hand away before striking it hard making a moan slip out from your lips.

“Such an easy little toy.” Tommy gave you another spanking on your pussy.

“You’re such an asshole Thomas.” You gripped his wrist.

“Oh fuck you!” He rolled his eyes.

“Fuck me yourself you coward!” Before you could even smirk, Thomas had you turned around, bent over his desk and dress flipped upwards to expose your ass cheeks. His hand took no mercy in spanking you hard! The stinging was more than normal. You might have actually pushed a button with him which made you tingle in a different way. Thomas left your ass glowing red. His fingers hooked into your panties and ripped them apart.

“Who’s a coward now huh?” He grunted into your ear while giving you another hard slap that made you jolt forward. Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes from the pleasurable pain. The cool air soothed your stinging ass cheeks for a minute only for Tommy to grip the back of your head and pull you backwards onto your knees. “Suck my cock! Now!” He had his cock out already from how eager he was to fuck your face. Your eyes flickered up to his to see how dark they’ve turned.

“I said NOW!” His hand gripped your hair and pulled it forward. Your mouth opened quickly so he could shove his cock down your throat. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat making you gag slightly. “Look at that, for someone who ‘ates me so much… ya look real pretty sucking my cock.” He stroked your hair slowly while thrusting his cock down your throat.

Water built up in your eyes the more he fucked your face. Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth down his cock. Tommy never took mercy on you when he fucked you. He enjoyed how much you’d say you’d hate him or his cock because both of you knew better. Tommy reached down and smirked as he pinched your nose closed making it hard for you to breathe. Your eyes went wide ! You clawed at his thighs as he thrusted his cock faster making the sloppy sounds echo off his office walls. Tommy finally let go so you could breathe and you let out the loudest gasp he’s ever heard.

“And yet you still let me fuck your throat instead of wanting to breathe.” He pulled you up by the arm. Your face was covered in tears, skin flushed, lips slightly swollen and drool hanging off your chin… a beautiful sight for him. He pressed your back against the desk before getting you laid upon the wood. Tommy waisted no time in spreading your legs up and wide . He shoved the fabric up , gripped the head of his cock and tapped it against your folds.

You laid there panting. Tommy pushed the head of his cock into you in one swift motion.

“Fuck!” You held onto your ankles tightly as Tommy pushed all the way in. He loved how you sucked him in , always so warm and soft! If Tommy loved anything about you, it was your pussy. “Just fuck me already!”

“Aww what’s the matter you little whore? Can’t wait a second ? Need my fat cock that bad?” Thomas placed his hands on your hips and slammed you forward and down on it.

“Anyone can fuck me Thomas! Do better!”

“That’s because you’re just a fucking whore! Takes cock all day … if only your precious little family knew the real you! This version of you! Getting fucked raw by the most dangerous man in Birmingham ! They’d kill over!” His words shouldn’t have made you more aroused but they did. He knew it. You moved one hand away to reach up and hit him the best that you could.

“What a stupid girl you are!” He smacked the side of your face with the back of his hand as his cock slid in and out of you at a bruising pace. Thomas gripped your hips tighter as he bent forward until his hot breath was fanning your face. You tried to look away but he cupped your face and made you look at him. “Don’t look away from me!”

“I’ve seen better men in my head!” You grinned before he smacked you again all while slamming his cock deep inside of you making your toes curl!

“Yet all you do is scream MY name!” He was a cocky bastard that everyone thought you hated including yourself but you knew you loved him. He knew it too.

“Then make me scream it! Show me how a real man pleasures a woman!”

Tommy took the challenge. He lifted your hips up off the desk to go in deeper at a different angle. His cock was hitting that spot that not even your fingers could reach. He was panting hard as his own orgasm was on the edge just like yours was. The fire in your tummy was about to combust as Tommy reached down to rub your clit feverishly. Your breath hitched in your throat as you scraped your nails into the desk.

“TOMMY!” You cried out while tossing your head back. He had a grin on his face that quickly turned into an O when his own orgasm busted inside of you, filling you up the brim with his hot sticky cum. The feeling of your juices mixing with his cum made you smile weakly before he slowly fucked the mixture into you.

Both of you stayed still for a minute taking in the moment. Tommy slowly pulled out of you making sure to not let the mixture leek out of you. He helped you onto your wobbly legs and fixed you up.

“I still hate you…” You smiled softly at him.

“If you hate me now imagine how much you’ll hate me when I put my baby inside of you sweetheart.” He gave you a wink followed by a small smile. The reality of the situation hit you as his hand ran over your face, Tommy was the man you loved to hate and if you’re not careful he’d be the father of your kids.

[butterfliesandwintering]

Blind Items - Prologue

Cillian Murphy x Y/N

Author's note: This is my first ever fanfic. I had this idea of baseing this story on blind items (that are obviously fake). I think I want to make this into a small series. In this part nothing really happens yet so I guess this is like a prologue. And this is in no way the real Cillian Murphy, it is NOT based on real things! Please give me feedback and comments!

Summary: Y/N is an artist performing at Chritopher Nolan's new movie premier party. There are many famous actors there, Y/N has only one person she wants to meet, Cillian Murphy, the lead actor of the movie.

Word count: 1408

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Blind Item #1

This A- artist who performed at the exclusive movie premier party could have gone home with anyone, but apparently she chose to take home the much older, leading actor of the new movie. 

Allegedly: Y/N, Cillian Murphy

Blind Item #2 

This actor of our time was flirting hard with the performer of the night at the Christopher Nolan’s new movie’s exclusive party. But allegedly, he didn’t get to take the artist home though. 

Allegedly: Timothee Chalamet, Y/N

Blind Item #3

This actress who’d been seen in many A list films lately was very upset since the guy who she had been allegedly been hooking up with, was flirting hard core with another woman right in front of her. 

Allegedly: Florence Pugh, Timothee Chalamet, Y/N

It was the first time Y/N was performing at a private event. But this was the party of the year, so she couldn’t say no. In all honestly the biggest reason she said yes to playing the show, was because of all the people who were going to be there. Timothee Chalamet, Florence Pugh, Christopher Nolan, Emily Blunt, Cillian Murphy and so many more A list actors and celebrities. 

Y/N*s second album had just come only a week ago. This would be the second concert she would play promoting the album. Even though she didn’t really think is was an opportunity to promote the album, more like an opportunity to mingle and meet new powerful people. 

The party took place at an open air venue that looked kinda like a garden. The LA’s humid and warm weather made it a perfect place for the party. The whole place was decorated in fairy lights and was made to look very tasteful and pretty. There was a bigger stage outside and a smaller stage inside. There was a huge bar at the back and one inside as well. 

Y/N got to the venue for the soundcheck in the early evening. 

“Oh it’s so beautiful” she said to her manager as they were walking to the big stage. “And it’s gonna be full of celebrities and amazing actors and…” Diana, Y/N’ manager rambled on.“Yeah yeah I get it” Y/N said teasingly.

There were people already running around setting up the bar, the lights and some small tables around the place but there were no guests yet. It was only 6 pm and the party would start at 8 pm. 

“I’m gonna do the soundcheck now and then we’ll do hair and make up right?” Y/N asked her manager. “Yeah exactly” Diana answered.

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The soundcheck was great. The band sounded great, Y/N sounded great and the place was beautiful. It was 8:30 pm now and the place was already full. Y/N is scheduled to perform at 9 pm. 

Behind the stage Y/N lit up a cigarette and took a peak at the crowd. “Oh my god, Timothee Chalamet is right in front of the stage” Y/N said to her guitar player. “He is so hot!” “Is that who you’re most looking forward to meeting?” John, her guitarist asked with a grin. “Honestly, no. I am really looking forward to meeting him as well, I mean he is an amazing actor and he’s really good looking but no.” Y/N confessed. “So who are you looking most forward to meeting?” John asked. “Cillian Murphy, honestly”  said. “Oh really, I mean I understand he is the lead of this new movie” John said looking a bit surprised. “Yeah, and also he is GORGEOUS.” Y/N confessed with a small laugh.

After a but it was time to take the stage. The set was about 30 minutes long, which was a but shorter that what Y/N was used to doing, but since it was a private event, it was a bit different. Y/N’s outfit, hair and make up was on point, she looked so good, she knew it and everyone in the venue knew it. Timothee was indeed in the front row with Florence Pugh and many other famous actors from the movie. Y/N took this opportunity to flirt with him a bit during her songs. The person she was on stage was a bit of an alter ego, since she could never be so up front and confident off stage. 

The show felt so good. Y/N felt amazing on stage. To her surprise the whole crowd was singing along to almost every song. She didn’t expect that from this kind of an event. Sure at her own shows people always sang along, but this was Hollywood’s elite. A very different crowd. During some of her flirtiest songs, she made a lot of eye contact with Timothee since he was right in front of her and clearly he was enjoying every single bit of it. It was all for fun, and a little bit part of Y/N’s stage persona. 

In the back of her head was someone else though. Cillian Murphy. She knew he was married, but she had heard a rumour that his and his wife’s relationship was over or that they were separated. If this was true, she would definitely try and make a move on him tonight. And in all honesty, even if it wasn’t true, she could still at least meet him and have a conversation. 

She spotted him during the second last song of the set. He was stood near the bar, at the back of the venue. He was looking right at her, and the butterflies went crazy in her stomach. Just seeing him look at her was enough. 

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The show was over. Y/N was having a cigarette behind the stage with her band celebrating how well the high profile concert just went. “Oh my God, we sounded so good!” Her drummer screamed. “Absolutely, that was amazing” Y/N agreed. “Guys that was unbelievable. When you finish here you might wanna go out there and mingle, everyone is talking about you guys, especially you Y/N.” Her manager said with a huge smile on her face.

The part was in full mode when she stepped into the crowd. Everyone had a drink in their hand and it was certain that it wasn’t anyone’s first. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, and a bit tipsy already. Y/N walked over to the bar at the back. She did have drinks at backstage but she wanted to meet people and this was a good way of doing it. 

“One gin and tonic, with Hendrick’s if you have some, please” Y/N ordered from the bartender. She felt a hand on her shoulder and was a bit startled at first. “Hi! The show was amazing! I really enjoyed it!” It was Timothee Chalamet. “Oh hi! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I saw you were right there in the front row, I really appreciate that!” Y/N said. “Of course, honestly I’ve been a fan of your music for a while now” Timothee confessed. “I had no idea, I don’t think I’ve seen you at any of my concerts” “Yeah this was the first time, but I don’t think I could’ve gotten that kind of special treatment at any of your other shows” Timothee said with a wink. “Hahahaha, yeah that was fun” 

Y/N said looking down and blushing a bit. She noticed Christopher Nolan and his wife waiving in her direction from across the room. “I’m sorry, it was amazing meeting you Timothee, can we continue this later?” Y/N asked feeling a bit embarrassed leaving the conversation so soon. “Yeah of course!” He said politely. 

“Y/N what a show!” Christopher said giving her a hug. “Oh thank you so much! Thanks for having me!” She said as she hugged Christopher’s wife next. Then she noticed another guy standing next to them looking at her. It was Cillian. “Hi, I’m Cillian, your show was amazing, I agree” he said extending his hand out to you. Y/N shook his hand and thanked him. “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you” “The pleasure’s all mine” Cillian said with a smile. His eyes were so blue.