#breakfast on pluto

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CILLIAN MURPHY as Patrick/Patricia "Kitten" Braden in Breakfast on Pluto (2005)

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The versatility in his roles is what, for me, makes Cillian one of the best actors of all time!

(Peaky Blinders,The Party,Oppenheimer,Red Lights,28 Days Later,In Time,Sunshine,Batman Begins and Breakfast on Pluto)

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Cillian Murphy + favorite music moments

happy birthday, Robin! (@madeline-kahn)

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FINISHED!!!!!

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CILLIAN MURPHY as Patrick/Patricia "Kitten" Braden in Breakfast on Pluto (2005) | dir. Neil Jordan

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"And that's what I am, sir - a svelte gamine" Cillian Murphy as Kitten Braden Breakfast on Pluto | 2005

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breakfast on pluto (2005)

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Dolled Up | Kitten Braden x fem!reader

prompt: kitten does your makeup .. kind of (NSFW, no minors)(this was based off a suggestion that was sent to me !! i just had to hop on it i love any opportunity i get to write my horny thoughts about my wife)

WARNINGS: platonic relationship/hidden feelings, unprotected sex (p in v), overall pretty soft sex Lol, creampie

word count: 2.8k

also i just love this gif of kitten. it’s very similar to the other one i used, but she looks too cute.

“kitten, i can’t do it, i have no idea what i’m doing.” you whinged, looking at your self vehemently in kittens vanity mirror. you begin to tuck away your makeup palettes before aggressively grabbing wipe from your bag to clean off the mess you had just applied to your face. the two of you had plans to head out tonight, but judging by your now third failed attempt at doing decent makeup, you felt like maybe staying in was the better option for you.

kitten steps out from the bathroom, all dressed up. she’s dressed rather tame, she’s in high waisted emerald green pants and a black jacket, the simple pieces complimented her figure so well. her outfit wasn’t what stood out though, it was her face. her own makeup looked flawless, her having a gorgeous face underneath that makeup probably aided in it, though. you stare at her through the mirror, watching her body approach you. once behind you, she makes eye contact with you through the mirror.

“oh, angel.” she says in that sweet little voice of hers, “don’t get so defeated.” she begins to walk over to your side, kneeling down slightly so she’s at eye-level with you. “i’ll do your makeup tonight, then tomorrow i’ll teach you some things, sound good?” she adds, a small grin appearing across her lips. god. her lips. you think to yourself.

you and kitten had been friends since the end of grade school, you knew her before she was kitten. but within time, and you by her side, you watched her blossom into a beautiful woman. a woman who you’ve now found yourself deeply attracted to. it’s bittersweet, kitten is every sweet thing under the sun, all wrapped into one singular person, but you doubted kitten would ever view you in that way as well. she liked you, of course, but as a friend. you assumed she was straight, the two of you had never really spoken too much about exact labels but when kitten would tell you about her interests or sexual encounters- other women never really seem to come up.

you’re dragged out of your thoughts as you feel kitten tap your shoulder, “come, let’s do this on my bed.”

you rise to your feet and grab your makeup bag, bringing it along with you as you walk over to kittens bed. she crawls in and sits with her legs crossed, waiting patiently for you to join her. you follow her soon after, sitting parallel to her with no choice but to look directly at her face. kittens beauty made it hard for you to stare directly at her, you shifted your gaze around the room, trying to avoid her whole also trying to not come off as strange.

she laughs, “look at me, sweetheart.” your eyes drift back to her face, her eyes locking with yours. you feel a pang in your brain, your anxiety wants you to look away, but you dismiss it as best you can and maintain eye contact.

“first, we’re gonna start off with a nice base.” she says, squirting some primer into her hand. she rubs the liquid between her fingers briefly before bringing them to your face, spreading the product around evenly. her hands migrate past your face and begin to massage the excess primer into your neck, the slight pressure she was causing made your mind start to wander a bit. you’re thinking about her slender fingers wrapped around your throat, her kissing you, her touching you. no, no no. you say in your head. she’s your friend, don’t think of her like that.

“now, you don’t really need any foundation. you’ve got gorgeous skin, but a little concealer will make your under eyes pop.” she continues, rummaging through the bag, yeah yeah she was talking about your skin but the fact that she used the word gorgeous while talking about you made your heart flutter, just a little bit. once she locates the concealer, the places small dabs on your under eye and buffs it out with her middle finger. as she’s focusing, her hand has made its way to your thigh. she’s using you for stability, but all you can think about is that her hands are on you, and those dirty thoughts begin to sneak up on you again.

she applies some powder and blush and moves to the next step, “how do you want your eyes to look? simple? sexy?” she asks, scooting herself forward slightly to get a bit closer to you. “uh, hm, i think just simple for tonight.” you reply, almost tempted to go with the sexy option, just to see what that would’ve been like, but you ultimately don’t.

“simple it is, i think you’ll look better this way. your eyes are too pretty to be all covered up.” she says sweetly, her eyes scanning around your face before glancing back down to the makeup bag. you almost feel like you could drop dead, her kind words fuelling your delusions. you’re enjoying this in the moment, you know yourself too well and you know later tonight you’ll be wide awake thinking about what she said to you. reminiscing on the fact that she called you pretty.

“you think my eyes are pretty?” you mutter, almost in disbelief, “i think all of you is pretty.” she coos, “you could walk into a club and pick up any man you’d like, makeup or not.”

you chuckle, “i don’t really think i’ll be too worried about what the guys think of me.”

she furrows her brows slightly, a small smirk creeping across her lips, “not looking for love?” she questions, bringing mascara up to your lashes and swiping the wand through them gently.

as she moves to coat the other eye, you feel a bit hesitant to tell her, but you know she won’t judge, so you let it come out.

“no, i’m looking, just not .. with men .. you know ..” you nearly whisper, your voice trailing off. her expression changes, surprise, yet joy, appear on her face.

“you’re joking, dear! i can’t believe i never knew!” she giggles, placing the mascara down beside her, “you’re too pretty for men, anyway. i wonder if we’ve ever liked the same girls.” she adds before grabbing some lipstick.

wait, huh? this changes basically everything in your eyes

“you like girls?” you ask, your voice nearly cracking.

“mhm, a lot, really. much more than men. they’re sweeter, feel nicer ..” she counters, gripping your chin slightly as she glides the lipstick across your bottom lip.

feel nicer? you sense a slight heat forming between your legs, imaging kitten all hot and bothered underneath some faceless woman, her caressing kitten in all the ways she liked. all wet and needy, that’s a sight you’d do anything to see for yourself. the idea that was, moments ago, so taboo to you has now been flipped completely on it’s head.

“i guess it’s just cause i had never heard you mention it ..” you mumble, your brain turning to mush at the pandora’s box of lesbian hypotheticals that continue to spring to the surface.

“i kept those relationships close to me. i was open about my encounters with men because, really, i saw them as quick fixes. use them to get off, then move on. but with women .. i wanna hold them. and touch them. and love them .” she begins to whisper, her face inching closer to yours as she covers your top lip in lipstick.

you swallow hard, kittens face is so close to yours, you can feel her body heat radiating off of her, you can smell her perfume, it’s all too much. without second thought, you lean forward and peck kitten on the lips.

as you pull away, her eyes are wide.

oh god. you went too far. now she’s gonna ask you to leave and you guys will never speak to each other a-

your thoughts are interrupted by kittens lips returning to yours. she’s providing more than a peck this time, a full fledged kiss, her hands make their way back to your thighs. so far, not with any sexual intentions, she just wants to feel you.

she pulls away just enough to mutter, “such sweet lips .. wonder what else on you is sweet ..” before sliding her tongue into your mouth, what started as sweet pecks have progressed into messy eager kisses. your hands finding their way to kittens side, testing the waters on how far she’s willing to go. with slight nudges, you push kitten back, watching how quickly she submits. she leans back with ease, her cheeks tinted red and pupils blown out.

“i’ve liked you ..” you say, leaning on top of her and kissing her cheek, “for so long now ..” your lips creeping down to her neck, she lets out a sweet little hum

“should’ve let me know .. we could’ve explored each other so much sooner ..” she purrs, running the tips of her fingers down your back as you continue to plant kisses down her body. eventually, you’re met with her clothed chest. you wanna rip her clothes off and kiss and grip each part of her body, but you refrain, deciding that maybe some over-the-clothing touches are better suited for right now.

you place your hand on one of her tits, watching her expression and body language attentively, “is this okay?” you ask in nearly a whisper, she places your hand on top of yours and forces you to apply pressure while rolling her hips up into you gently, moaning softly.

you’re undeniably wet, and you can feel kittens arousal grinding against you.

she wraps a leg around you and begins to get handsy herself, her warm hands sliding up your torso to grip and knead at your tits, “oh kitten ..” you moan, rutting into her slightly. you kiss around her neck, stopping to lick and suck on the areas that make her breath hitch.

while keeping a gentle grip on your tit, her other hand makes it’s way between your legs, slipping into your pants and past your underwear. you groan as those delicate fingers of hers play with your folds while becoming absolutely drenched in your slick

she lets out a breathy laugh, “goodness, dear, this wet? all for me?”

you feel a bit embarrassed, “i told you i like you a lot ..” you huff, hiding your face in her neck as she continues to toy with your pussy. “poor thing.. can’t believe you get this wet all for me .. if i had known i would’ve helped you out, sweet thing.” she coos, “i’m wet myself, dear, you wanna touch?”

you nod eagerly, desperate to feel how worked up she is. with a smirk, she slides your hand into her pants. god, she’s pulsing, as your fingers sneak up to her tip, you feel her slit is slick with her arousal.

“kitten .. shit ..” you moan, your brain and body completely overwhelmed. earlier you were adamantly convinced that kitten would never feel the same way about you, now here the two of you are, flushed with your bodies pressed together and your hands down each others pants.

you’re both moaning, and whining, and basking in each others embraces. the desperation of it all almost makes it feel dirtier than full on sex.

“it would be a shame if this wet pussy wasn’t put to good use ..” kitten sighs, furrowing her brows slightly while glancing at you. she doesn’t need to be more direct than that. you remove your hands from each others pants and aid each other in stripping one another of their pants and panties, along with taking of your shirts by yourselves. as you both discard them into the floor, you peak over and notice both you and kitten had small wet spots within your panties. the sight of it makes your stomach burn.

“on your back, doll ..” she hums, directing you gently onto your back, your eyes are fixated on kitten. you look at the lipstick marks on her cheek and neck, where you had been previously kissing, you decide to add a few more. as she’s collecting herself between your legs, you lean your body forward and place some kisses on to her chest,

“oh!” she moans out of shock, you turn your head and suck gently on her nipple, feeling her body twitch slightly. when you pull your head back, you look at the cluster of lipstick stains.

“sweetheart, if you keep that up, i might finish before we’ve even started ..” she groans ardently, and you feel her tip teasing your opening, sliding your slick around with the head of her cock, “now, i just can’t wait any longer .. i gotta see what such a pretty girl like you feels like ..” she breathed, slowly slipping herself inside you. you groan at the slight stretch, kitten wasn’t huge, but a perfect size, or at least she was perfectly curated for you and your pussy.

once she bottoms out, she doesn’t start thrusting immediately, she holds you close, looking lustfully into your eyes and lips, proceeding kissing you passionately. as you kiss her back, she moves her hips out and slowly back in again. though she felt amazing inside you, you weren’t exactly in the mood for love making at the moment, you more less wanted to be fucked.

“kitten mhh!” you whine, “faster .. please ..” she chuckles, biting at your lower lip as she fucks into you harder, almost as if she read your mind and knew the exact pace you wanted to be fucked at. she moans into your mouth, one of her hands reaching down to grip your hip.

“so warm .. so snug ..” she praises, she wants to talk, she wants to tell you you’re the prettiest thing she’s ever been inside of, but your cunt has her at a loss for words. you’re in the same boat as her, so you feel no judgement.

“i feel so ..” you grunt as she hits your spot inside you, “full, god!” you moan, rubbing your clit desperately, “that’s it, touch yourself angel, such a perfect filthy girl.” she growls, beginning to fuck you harder. you feel breathless, you’ve never heard kitten speak so crudely, you wondered what else goes on in her brain while she’s getting doused in waves of pleasure.

without much thought, you blurt out “i want you to come inside me” as kitten relentlessly pounds into you, kittens shoulders drop slightly from that statement. her body going partially limp while maintaining her pace, “i’ll fill you up, sweet thing, with such a pretty pussy like this i don’t think i’ll be able to come any other way ..”

you look at her expression and cup her face with one hand, she’s so fucked out. with a hand on your hip and the other placed above your head for stability, kitten is flushed and sweaty, her own lipstick was smudged at this point and her makeup was smeared. you think about how pretty she looked when her makeup was fresh, and how you believe she looks even prettier now with it all messed up.

she gulps hard before moaning, “but if i come in you .. you gotta come on me, can you do that, pretty girl?”

you could’ve creamed on her cock from that, but you hold back, nodding feverishly, “yes yes yes!” you mumble mindlessly, your mind processing absolutely nothing else besides the sensation of kittens cock sliding in and out of you. from the foreplay to kittens skillful thrusts, you knew you were gonna come soon. and kitten was exactly the same.

“baby, shit, ‘m gonna come!” she whines, gripping your hip painfully hard, you don’t mind at all though, knowing she’s gripping you because of how good your pussy feels around her made your brain process the pain as a separate form of pleasure. mental pleasure.

“come for me, pretty, come on ..” you whimper, feeling her thrusts become weaker and irregular. as you feel her about to come inside you, you reach your peak at the same time. her thrusts mixed with your eager clit rubbing was a lethal combo, you knew you’d be coming fast and hard. you convulse and clench around her as she hits her peak, moaning loudly at the overwhelming sensation. she pumps into you lazily before pulling out, her softening cock feeling now overstimulated by your warm, tight walls. she leans back and watches your pussy. knowing she’s looking, you push a bit, and you feel the mixture of both of your orgasms spill out from inside you, she groans.

“gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.” she purrs, running her finger tips along your thighs. you both sit in silence for a few moments, collecting yourselves, regaining your composure, before she breaks it by saying,

“when can we do this again?”

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i love writing about kitten. my wife for life 💗

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𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷 & 𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 | kitten braden x reader

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 | it's been hard for you since she moved out, of course, and she didn't give you much warning before she stopped by to acquire some forgotten belongings. you know this time, if you let her leave again, she'll be out of your life forever-- could that really be what she wants?

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 | 4.3k

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | smut (18+ only - thigh riding, fingering, a touch of dom!reader), angst (break up), internalized transphobia/body image stuff, insecurity, lesbian reader, fluff and sweetness 💕

You swung open the front door, having to stop yourself from biting your lip at the sight of her— just how you remembered, except… no, even more beautiful.

She was wearing a simple silky slip dress with a massive fur, the perfect contrast as always; pearls, of course, but not the ones you’d bought her.  Maybe she just wanted to show off that somebody new was buying her pearls now, and god, could you blame them?

You probably looked ridiculous, staring at her like that and not even saying anything.  “I just came to get my things,” she informed you in that soft, melodious voice of hers.

Your chest deflated.  “Y-yes, sure,” you nodded, stepping back to let her in.  She brushed past you quickly, a sort of tightness to her walk— a little prissy, you thought.  But you sort of liked that, too.  

You inhaled a whiff of sweet perfume just after she walked by so briskly, something new, something fresh and a little tart: lemon and lavender.  Had she put herself together like this, just to come here and flaunt how incredible she looked?  How she’d somehow become more beautiful since she left— how she was doing so well, probably better than ever without you?  It should’ve hurt but you didn’t even mind; she could walk all over you with those stilettos and you’d be grateful for it—

You shook your head as she made her way to the bedroom, deciding not to indulge in that train of thought… at least not until after she’d left.

“I thought you, erm, took everything already,” you mumbled as you followed her, watching her go through your drawers— she kept her chin up as she looked, only lowering her eyes in that way that made the length of her lashes all the more apparent.  Was she toying with you on purpose?  You really hoped she was.

“I couldn’t find my earrings,” she explained, “the little blue ones?  I think I left them here— and a few pairs of knickers.”

“The blue ones,” you remembered, “I remember them— they match your eyes.”

She shot you a little look, a frown, and kept searching amongst your socks.  “Don’t be like that,” she mumbled, eventually.  “I’m just here for the earrings.”

“I know, sorry,” you breathed, “it’s just that— you look great.”

“Hm,” she acknowledged, quickly turning her head to send those blonde curls in a swing; it reminded you of when she twirled in her dresses, laughing and blushing when you told her she looked beautiful.  You still couldn’t really believe that was all behind you now, that she was really gone…

“You look good too,” you added, doing an impression of her soft voice, and she seemed confused as she finally looked at you again.  “That’s the polite thing, you know— what you say when you run into an ex.”

“I know,” she agreed, “but, well… I said I’d never lie to you.  I’m still keeping that promise.”

You scoffed, not sure which part of that to start with.  What promise did I break to you?  You remember saying you’d never lie to me?  I don’t look good?

“And—” she started again, like she’d tried to bite her tongue but couldn’t help herself.  She spun on her heel and crossed her arms at you.  “And you look like a mess!  Stained joggers, your sock’s got a hole in it—”

You looked down at your feet, sighing when you saw your big toe exposed.

“And look at the apartment!” she continued, raising her arms to gesture around at the disorganised room.  “God, you’ve got take-away boxes everywhere, you’ve got dirty clothes and dishes on the bed—”

“I am a mess,” you explained, stepping closer.  “Of course I am.  I’m not like you, I can’t just… I can’t just forget.”

“Forget?” she repeated, offended.  “Is that what you think I’ve done?”

“How else can you come in here, looking like that,” you laughed thinly, motioning over her form as she held her coat together shyly, “asking about some bloody earrings… how can you walk through this apartment and not get your heart broken with every step?”

She glanced down, almost looking embarrassed— an emotion you were all too familiar with on her face.  You stepped a little closer, dying to meet her gaze.

“I can barely stand to be here,” you breathed, “and I lived here first— I lived here for years before I even met you!  And now— fuck, Kitten—” you stopped for a moment to bite your lip as you tried not to cry— “now I just come home and I keep thinking: that’s our apartment.”

She blinked quickly but said nothing.  You waited for a while for her to say any of the thousands of things you wanted to hear right then: for her to admit that she still wanted you, too, that she was so lonely without you, that she came up with an excuse to come by because she wanted to make you jealous— even just that she missed living here.  But she just bit her lip and avoided your gaze, and your heartbreak shifted to frustration: you quickly knelt down and yanked open the bottom drawer, forcing her to pull her leg out of the way before the wood scraped her ankle.  You flipped open a shoebox and dug through until you found the blue ceramic flowers.

“Here,” you decided as you balled them up in your fist, “the earrings you wanted so damn bad.”

But before you stood up, you tossed them carelessly back into the box and picked it up, standing and facing here.

“You know what?  Take the whole thing,” you offered roughly, pushing the box into her chest until she delicately held it.  She took the lid off and gently began to look through what was inside.  “It’s all there— the knickers, too.”

But it wasn’t just her earrings and lacy underthings in the box— it was everything.  Ticket stubs from movies you’d seen together, receipts from diners and lingerie stores, dried flowers and ribbons from picnic baskets… the pictures you’d taken of her, Polaroids mostly— some a bit more salacious than the rest.  “Darling…” she breathed, and your heart skipped.  “You kept all this?”

“Of course,” you replied, hating the way your voice cracked; you turned your head away when she looked up at your face, defiantly wiping a tear from your cheek.  “You can keep it now, I don’t… I don’t need it anymore.  I just wanna forget.”

She cooed at you sweetly as she set the box aside, grabbing your face and wiping another tear away tenderly with her thumb.  You found the strength to look at her again, though you tried not to get your hopes up that she’d really come back.  “Oh, sweet thing,” she sighed, “we can’t forget.  Neither of us can.”

“Then how am I supposed to go on?” you wondered, sniffling.  “I don’t— I really don’t know if I can live like this—”

“Ah, hush,” she dismissed, “you’ll do fine— you can have any girl you want, you won’t have any trouble.”

“But I only want you,” you insisted, grabbing her wrists and holding them tightly.  “I only ever wanted you, Kitten.”

Now she turned away, looking like her eyes might be getting misty.  “N-now, that can’t be true,” she denied softly.

You laughed a little, mostly out of amazement rather than amusement.  “Who the fuck else did you think I wanted?” you wondered.  She got her hands free from yours, chewing her lip and crossing her arms, but you stepped closer again.  “Kitten, who else would I possibly want?”

“Well, you know,” she stalled, “I just wondered if maybe… I mean, nobody could blame you if— you know, you’re… you’re a lesbian!”

“You’re just now noticing this?”

“No, I mean,” she choked, “I just mean maybe… maybe you would’ve wanted…”

She didn’t say it, she just held her hand up to her mouth— starting to bite her thumb nail nervously— and finally met your gaze.  And you heard it in the air, you saw it in her eyes.  Maybe you wanted a real girl.

You knew she was sensitive about it sometimes… for the first few months you were together she didn’t even like you to see her naked, didn’t want to be touched too much down there.  Then it was okay as long as it was in the dark— or through panties.  It took a lot of patience and promises to get her really naked for you, and god was it worth the wait.  And now here you were, fucking bewildered that she could think you didn’t like what you saw.

“Kitten,” you breathed, stepping up and frowning when she looked away again.  “Kitten, look at me.  How could you think that?”

“I just—”

“Was I not obsessed with you enough?  Did I not kiss you enough, touch you enough?  You had me on my knees— you had me around your finger—”

“I know,” she groaned, “but doesn’t the novelty wear off after a while?  You got to try something, you know, different— strange.  But a fetish is just that, you know— not meant to be forever.”

“That’s why you left?”

She nodded.

“Oh, Kitten— you stupid, stupid woman.”

“Hey—!” she protested, cut off by your lips pressing onto hers.  The resistance didn’t last for more than a half-second, and then she melted into you in the most beautiful way.  The way you’d been imagining ever since she left… or, really, ever since you first laid eyes on her.

She hummed sweetly into the kiss, and let you pull her closer.  Normally this is where you would’ve dragged her to the bed, but the bed was an aforementioned hellhole, so you had to try to think quickly while your brain short-circuited from the loveliness of the kiss.

Tugging her back by the fur coat, you guided her towards the couch with you, bringing her into your lap without ever breaking your lips away; then you could tug the coat down her arms, exposing the impossibly-thin straps of her dress.  She dropped her freckled shoulders in a coquettish way, as you finally pulled back and admired the way you'd ruined her lipstick.

Running your hands down her arms, and then over her sides, you sighed at the sight of her draped in silk— the way her legs straddled your lap only made the dress ride up a little higher, and it was driving you wild already.  “Tell me you weren’t just dressed like this to run errands,” you laughed breathlessly as you pet her thigh, dragging your nails a bit to tickle her through the stockings.

“No,” she admitted, watching your hand brush over her garters and reach up under the skirt— only to come back down before it got too far.  She whimpered as you teased her, and you felt your chest fill with pride.  “No, I dressed up like this for you…”

“Fuck,” you groaned, “all for me?”

“Yes,” she sighed, partially an answer to your question, partially a response to the way you started to kiss her neck.

“Dolled up for me, huh?  Wanted me to see what I was missin’?”

She nodded, biting her lip, and you carefully ran your fingertips along the edge of her panties.

You scoffed as you lifted the dress and found those garters pinned to delicate lace.  “Earrings my fuckin’ arse,” you mumbled, tickling her inner thigh as she hummed coyly.  “Knew exactly what you wanted when you came here, didn’t you, naughty Kitten?”

Her smile fell into a shuddering gasp as you grabbed her between the legs, and she could only nod a little.

“Well, then come and take it,” you offered, grabbing her hips next and pulling her down onto your lap to rub on your thigh.  “Go on, lemme see how bad you missed me.”

She sighed, moving carefully at first, but then really started to rock against you as you groaned proudly.  “Oh, kiss me,” she pleaded after a moment, and you pulled her down to your open mouth.  Finally she was letting go, relaxing in your arms, kissing you and grinding on you shamelessly.  She moaned and hummed against your lips, and you ran your hands all over her body— the stocking-clad legs, the curve of her waist, up over her back and chest until you could hold her head.  You cradled her face in your palms as you pulled away, enough to speak to her softly while you ran your fingers through her hair.

"Can't go leavin' me again, Kitten," you warned her with a little tug on those lovely blonde curls.  "Need you too much.  Hear me?"

"Yes," she promised, panting as she thrusted herself a bit faster against your thigh.

"You're mine," you reminded her, and she moaned happily.  "Say it."

"Yours," she whined, gasping as you suddenly groped her chest through the silk.  You smirked when you felt her nipple harden against your palm: they were always so sensitive.  "Yours, all yours—"

You roughly tugged her dress down to suck on her tit, and she gasped before giggling sweetly as she held your head.

"Oh, you brute," she moaned, "you'll rip my dress—"

"You wanted me to," you challenged, letting your teeth graze the little bud until you felt her shudder in your arms.  "You put this dress on— these panties and stockings— and you thought about me ripping it all off of you, didn't you?"

Her hips jerked a little in your lap, and that was answer enough for you.  

"Needy little Kitten," you praised.  “Now let me suck these pretty tits.”

She moaned, head falling back, as you went back and forth between them, mostly shutting your eyes tight and remembering exactly how to lick and tease her, but occasionally looking up at her face: it was just perfect like this.

She whimpered as she started to grind harder against your thigh, pretty pink lips open loosely for her moans to pass through.  Just when you thought she was lost in it entirely, and you started to lean back to just look up and watch her go, she moved her own leg between yours to press against your heated centre.  You sighed a little and caught her raising an eyebrow as she looked down at you, looking a little proud of herself.  "Want you to feel good too, darling," she explained, nodding encouragingly.

You moved your hips and groaned as the friction made you shiver all over.  You'd gotten so turned on from watching and touching her that every movement made you groan softly, and you had to take a tight hold of her ass— which made her whine sweetly— just to have something to keep you steady.

"I want us to come together like this," she whispered.  "Don't you think it's romantic this way?  Just moving together, too desperate to slow down, feeling each other…?"

"This is how it was the first time," you reminded her through a sigh.  You remembered it like it was yesterday, even though it was months and months ago: the way she was so shy and delicate about it at first, the sweet noises she made for you as you touched her— Does little Kitten purr? you'd asked her teasingly.  She does when a handsome new friend makes her come, she'd replied, or gives her some money.

You'd done both, actually, desperate to make this lovely Kitten your pet.  It felt more now like she owned you, and you didn't mind it one bit.  "I remember, too," she giggled, "you said it was the most fun you ever had without taking your clothes off."

“And then I asked you to stay with me,” you remembered with a laugh of your own.  “I was yours from the start, Kitten, and you knew it, didn’t you?”

She didn’t answer, just petting your hair and lifting your head so you’d look up at her.  “I was yours, too, darling,” she promised, looking deep into your eyes.  “Now won’t you come for me?”

“I’m close,” you breathed, “fuck, Kitten— you wanna make me come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she smiled, breathing heavily by your ear as you bucked your hips up against her faster.  “Yes, I’d like to see it.”

“I wanna see you soak those panties,” you countered, panting yourself as the pressure began to build.  “Show me, Kitten— show me that pretty face when you cream your little knickers—”

“Oh!” she yelped sweetly, and you could feel it— the pulsing between her legs, through the fabric of your pants.  You pressed even harder against her thigh and came, too, both of you moving helplessly and instinctively— and it was pretty romantic, like she said.  But it was dirty in just the right way, too.

“Good girl,” you praised, though your own voice wasn’t very commanding anymore as you were reaching your high.  “Fuck, you’re so good—”

You choked and dropped your head back, your hips slowing to a stop while she smiled and relaxed above you; “Darling,” she purred, leaning down and kissing your cheek with a conservative peck.  “That was lovely.”

You nodded in agreement, smiling up at her and tucking her hair behind her ear— it still looked pretty perfect despite all that it had been through.

“Now maybe let’s clean up and get some lunch,” she offered, but she whimpered when you grabbed her waist aggressively.

"No fucking way I'm done with you already," you growled, watching her eyes get a little wide.

You ran your hand up her body again, feeling the way her chest swelled and sank as she tried to catch her breath.

“Get them wet for me, love,” you ordered softly as you pressed two fingers to her lips, and she dipped down to wrap her mouth around them.  You hummed in praise as she sucked them gently, batting her eyes at you— because of course she would.

She looked at you expectantly as you dragged the fingers slowly from her mouth, watching her plump lip go slack and bounce back when you pulled the digits away.  “Gonna put those inside me?” she asked, trying to sound innocent.

“If you ask nicely," you teased.

“Oh,” she sighed, “please— I missed them, you know.  Missed how you feel inside me— any part of you, really— but those fingers, darling, you know what you can do to me with those…”

“Did you try with your own fingers?” you wondered with a smirk.

“With these nails?  Heavens, no,” she denied.  You reached into her panties and teased her hole with the wet fingers, circling her rim as she mewled, hoping to break her patience.  “C’mon then, did I not ask nicely enough?” she wondered after a minute or so of that.

“Lay down on your back,” you whispered your command to her, “and open your legs for me.  Then I can give you what you want, princess.”

She got up off your lap and sank down to the floor in front of you— you figured she would’ve stayed on the sofa, but this felt a little more submissive— laying back slowly and seductively.  How could she do that, look so much like an angel and vixen all at once, while just laying on the ground?

Looking up at you with sultry half-lidded eyes, she slowly spread her legs and let you get an eyeful of the stockings and garters, the lace panties stained with come, the sweetest legs and the heaven she'd been hiding between them.

You fell to your knees in front of her, snapping the garters off and yanking her stockings down to touch her bare, smooth skin.  “God, Kitten,” you breathed in awe, “you know exactly what you fucking do to me.”

“Missed this sweet little cunt, didn’t you?” she noticed with a proud smile.

“Course I did,” you panted, kissing up her thighs.  “You know I fucking did.”

You reached down and pulled her panties aside, pressing your fingers to her hole again, but this time you actually slipped one in.  She jolted a little when you pushed past the resistance, and you smiled.

“Always so fucking tight,” you praised softly, still kissing her bent knee gently but meeting her gaze now.  She had this look in her eyes when she had something inside her, a wonderful look you never wanted to go too long without seeing.

Tight, yes, but it was a needy hole, too— and you both knew she already wanted more than just one.  She moaned through a smile as you added the second, carefully stretching her open as her hands clenched fistfuls of the shag beneath her.

A shag on the shag. You would've snorted to yourself as you realised the humour in the situation if you weren't too wrapped up in how gorgeous she looked spread out on your floor like this.

You still only had the two fingers about halfway in, focusing on stretching her carefully and just barely teasing that little spot that you knew all too well— you wanted her begging, if you had anything to do with it.  You had to get some sense of control back after she'd walked in here and made a complete fool out of you.

She hadn't said anything yet, though, just moaned and rocked her hips against you.  Your free hand kept petting her thighs encouragingly, and you kept looking back and forth between her hole swallowing up your fingers and that gorgeous face lost in pleasure.

You pushed your fingers deeper, all the way to the knuckle, and she arched her back up from the carpet.  “O-oh, more, please,” she begged.

“More fingers?” you smirked.  “Two’s not enough for you?”

“No, I just mean—” she pouted, “I just want more of you…”

You leaned down and laid over her, bringing your face close to hers, as she looked at you with the slightest hint of nervousness in her eyes.  “Like this?” you offered under your breath, and she nodded before hiding her face in the crook of your neck.  She was rarely shy about sexual things, even when she pretended to be, but sentiment sometimes made her act like this— she didn’t like to ask you for affection, as if she still feared you’d reject her.  Generally, your solution to this was to shower her in it, so she’d never have to ask… but you had to admit, you loved the way she begged for you.

She moaned into your shoulder as you held her closer with your free hand, still curling your fingers inside her and finally properly rubbing the most sensitive place inside her.

She whimpered and bucked her hips a bit when you pressed against it, and you smiled; “There, baby?  Is that where you need it?”

“Yes, yes,” she mewled, clutching tighter onto you.  

You brushed through her curls with your fingers, trying to coax her out.  “Let me see that pretty face,” you cooed, laughing a little when she shook her head against you.  “No?  I don’t get to see my angel?”

She sniffled and pulled back enough to let you see her: big, wet eyes with her mascara beginning to smudge, her lip caught between her teeth.

“You’re so beautiful,” you promised softly.  “But I love you for who you are, Kitten.  You’re not a fetish, or a compromise.  You’re just the best thing that ever happened to me.”

She whimpered and held your face, kissing you sweetly— but the kiss got faster and more desperate at the same time that your movements inside her did, and soon she was making those sweet noises that you knew meant she would come again.

“Let me see one more time, love,” you requested, “lemme see that pretty face you make when I make you come.”

“O-oh, fuck, I’m close,” she promised.  “I’m close, darling— I’ll come, I’ll come for you—”

“Yeah,” you agreed encouragingly, “yeah, you’ll give my fingers a nice squeeze, won’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” she whined, arching her back deeper.  “L-lick them again, please…”

“Your tits, honey?”

“Yes, please, please—” she chanted, moaning louder when you dipped your head down and wrapped your lips around one of those cute little nipples.  You suckled at it while she came, thrusting your fingers into her while she writhed and whimpered out your name; you didn’t stop moving your fingers until she seemed like she was trying to move her hips away, and you didn’t stop kissing her breast until she pulled you away from it by your hair, dragging you up to kiss her— it was sweet and lazy and slow, yet with a sense of desperation felt not in the speed of it all but in the way she tried to hold you tighter with weak and shaking hands.

You must have kissed for ages before you broke apart, and you rolled onto your back at her side; the two of you laid on the floor, sweaty and sticky, panting as you looked up at the ceiling.

After a moment, she turned her head and looked over at you, and you looked back at her as she offered you the softest smile— a real heart-melter, that one.  Her smile made your knees weak from the very start.  Reaching forward, she wiped some of her lipstick off of your lip, and you kissed the tip of her thumb.

"You really do look awful," she said suddenly, and you chuckled nervously.

"Your pillowtalk skills have seriously diminished since the last time we were together," you noticed.

"No, I just mean— I could tell you'd been crying," she whispered.  

"Yeah," you sighed in return, moving a curl out of her face carefully.  "Well, like I said, I was pretty miserable once you left."

"Then why'd you let me leave?"

"I figured you'd met someone else," you breathed.  "You wanted to get out so fast— I thought maybe you found a man."

"A man?" she repeated, lifting her head slightly in shock.

"You don't have too much trouble with men," you reminded her, and she laughed.

"I only have trouble with men," she assured, and you felt her hand reach for yours, clammy fingers tangling together.  "Besides— who else would I possibly want but you, darling?"

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🕯️Oscar winner Cillian Murphy🕯️

[ssweetleaf]

sit.

kitten braden x fem!reader

summary: kitten asks you to sit on her face and your insecurities get the best of you, though she’s eager to show you how beautiful you are and that there’s nothing you could possibly worry about.

includes: SMUT 18+, insecure!reader, like one tiny slap, face sitting/cunnilingus, so many pet names, i love kitten with all my heart <3

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“Angel, look at me.”

Kitten kneeled behind you while you perched on the edge of the bed, head hung low and refusing to meet her gaze when she gently pulled at your shoulder.

She pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, wrapping her arms around you and nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck.

The two of you were almost bare, clad in only your undergarments, perspiring and heavily breathing from your previous endeavours until a certain question was asked.

Of course it wasn’t Kitten’s fault, it was just your stupid self-confidence that had you coiling up uncomfortably and pushing your sweetheart away from you. Disrupting your foreplay and putting an end to your arousal, though there was still a dull thrumming between your legs, probably from Kitten’s constant attention.

You were always ready for her.

“Please, darling- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” She continued her chaste kisses, a form of an apology, open-mouthed and covering any expanse of skin she could find.

“N-no, it’s fine,” you sighed, raising your hand to rub at her forearm that was snug against your chest, thumb moving back and forth absent-mindedly. “M’just being stupid.”

She tutted at your words, moving her hand to give a tiny slap to your thigh, discipline was always her strong suit.

“Don’t ever say that,” she spoke firmly, moving from her position to stand in front of you, between your legs, her hands cradling your face. “You’re not stupid- nothing you say could be stupid.”

Your eyes glistened, lips pouty at her little telling off.

“Do you understand me?” Her grip on your face was stern and you were unable to turn your head, all you could do was meet her gaze completely.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” you sniffled and she smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips, a short, lovely kiss, one that had your cheeks searing.

“Good girl.” She cooed, “now, m’gonna ask this once more, and if you really don’t wanna do it, I’ll drop it completely, okay, pretty?”

You nodded, watching her with big eyes, full of submission.

“Will you do me the honour,” she giggled, nudging her nose against yours and easing a little curl of your lips. “Of sitting on my face.”

The question caused a surge of wetness to pool between your thighs, however you still hesitated, insecurities fluttering around in your brain, causing you to worry about silly little things.

“You should never be insecure, angel,” she sighed, still stroking your face, voice light and airy, just as usual— comforting. “You’re such a pretty girl— you’ve got such a gorgeous body too, I obviously don’t tell you enough.”

You flushed.

“What- what if I hurt you? O-or suffocate you?” You frowned, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth to disguise your pout.

“You’re not gonna hurt, or fucking suffocate me— I’m a strong girl, baby, I can handle anything.” She smiled, “and I can certainly handle you, such a pretty thing, hm?”

You whimpered when her tone started to lower, that certain shift of dominance coming into play, and you had to squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the thumping of your clit.

Kitten stepped flush against you, looking down at you.

“Y’dont understand how hard you make me, honey,” she stroked her soft palms along the span of your shoulders, tracing your collarbones with her finger tips, her touch so delicate. “Y’know how pussy drunk I get, just want you to ride my face, show me how good you can be.”

You whined at her words, along with the way she palmed at your tits, playing with the soft globes from over the sheer lace of your bra.

“O-okay, Kitty.” You sighed dreamily, head thrown back while her thumbs and forefingers tugged and rolled your nipples.

“Okay?” She beamed, biting at her lip trying to contain her excitement, though it was clearly evident from the way her tip peaked out from the elastic of her panties, beading with pre-cum from the thought of being surrounded by your plush thighs and pretty pussy.

You nodded, a confirmation.

“I-I’ll sit on your face.”

Wasting no time, she got on the bed, laying flat, her head propped up slightly by the pillows, her pointer finger bending in a ‘come hither’ motion, so eager.

You crawled over her, straddling her hips and letting her stroke your skin and coo little affirmations, enough to get you to inch up her body, kneeling over her face, your glistening pussy hovering delectably above Kitten’s face.

You lowered yourself down enough so she could reach you with her mouth, and she attached herself quickly, tongue licking a long stripe up the length of your slit before lapping at your clit.

Kitten’s arms encircled your thighs before suddenly pulling you down, making you sit properly, letting her reach deeper, the sheer feeling of your weight on her, of your plush thighs around her ears, it had her moaning against your cunt, cock throbbing hotly.

“Love having all your weight on me, angel,” she hummed, voice muffled by your slick cunt, crude sloppy sounds filled the air as she sucked at your folds and lapped at your clit. “feels s’good— tastes s’good.”

You whined and cried out, threading your fingers through her curls, nails scratching at her scalp and tugging at her roots.

Her jaw flexed when she pushed her tongue inside your hole, fucking it into you and reaching as deep as she could, slurping at your wetness and letting the excess drip down her chin when she couldn’t manage to swallow it all.

What a waste, she thought.

“Kitty,” you whined, “k-kitty, gonna cum.”

“Already?” She teased, squeezing at your thighs and shaking her head from side to side, easing a little squeal out of you from the delicious stimulation. “You really are enjoying this, dirty girl.”

You shifted back and forth, finally using your initiative and riding her face, spreading your wetness along her flesh, so dumbified and fucked stupid, all by your girlfriend’s tongue.

“Cum, baby,” she urged, “cum for your kitty.”

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Cillian Murphy and Producer Alan Moloney, "Breakfast on Pluto'' on Feb 2006.

(photo by Sean Gallup)

[skintyfiia]

six fanarts 1/6: kitten ❤️

[badasscitizen]

Get urself a man that can do both scarecrow AND catwoman.