#cillian murphy 1999

[cillianistic]

「 Cillian Murphy - photographed by Paul Mccarthy For himself magazine , 1999 」

Posted on IG @/Paulmaccarthaigh, prints available for sale in aid of UNRWA in Palestine - Ireland prints for peace

[cilri]

[deputyrook]

"oh no, that's hot" - sexual awakening through horror - a gifset for every person who ever watched a scene in a horror movie that made them feel something they'd never felt before, knowing it wasn't the 'right' thing to feel.

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sunburn (1999): davin mcderby icons.

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[cillsmurph]

Aideen: What are your aspirations? Davin: The pursuit of happiness.

Cillian Murphy as Davin McDerby in Sunburn (1999)

[mysaintkitten]

It’s All Yours | Davin McDerby x fem!reader

prompt: car sex with davin lol (NSFW, no minors)

WARNINGS: slight references to sunburn plot, fingering, brief nipple play, unprotected sex (p in v), car sex, slight praise/degradation??, slight come eating

word count: 1.9k

roberts party was a bust. as soon as carolyn returned home, everyone quickly fled the scene. what originally started as a really nice get together, quickly became an overwhelming party, which then got shut down not long after. while everyone else had scattered elsewhere, all there was left was you and davin, sitting in his car. during this summer, a small fling had started to form between you two. nothing too crazy, no sex, barely even kisses, just flirting and palpable mutual attraction.

despite you all coming together as a group, you were alone with just davin, which rarely happened. but, you decided to make the most of the situation.

he broke the silence between you two by asking, “soo .. got any plans for the rest of the night?”

you shake your head no, “do you?”

“hm ..” he thinks, “i dunno, maybe, might try and pick up a girl.” he smirks smugly

you raise your brows, “pick up a girl?”

he nods and sighs, “been a bit of time since i’ve chased some tail, could really do for some company.”

he’s kidding, kind of, you can just tell. in the time you’ve spent together you’ve gotten good at reading him.

“chase some tail..” you repeat, laughing at his choice of words, “what are you? fifty?”

he scoffs, acting fake offended before saying, “you’re just mad that i can even get tail. aren’t you like a virgin?”

you roll your eyes, “no, i’m not, i just don’t normally give it up easy.” you teased,

he licks his lips before taking a moment to reply, looking over at you, “what does it take for you to give it up, y/n?”

“why do you wanna know, mr. mcderby? are you interested in getting in my pants?” you laugh, nudging him playfully,

he doesn’t reply. his eyes are fixated on your face, darting down to your lips every now and then, and finally after what felt like hours- he leaned into kiss you.

although it surprised you, you weren’t opposed in the slightest, eagerly kissing him back.

he moaned softly into your mouth, bringing one of his hands up to your face to cup your cheek. it didn’t stay there long though, as he started to migrate lower, he halts his actions and pulls away.

“is this okay?” he asks, wanting to be absolutely certain that you plan on following through.

you laugh softly at him, “such a gentleman..” you breathed, leaning back in to kiss him again- but he leans away

“if you’re comfortable with keeping this going .. we’re gonna have to move to the back, love ..” he purred, his voice low, but sweet

things started to suddenly become very real, and what initially started as a lingering sense of arousal quickly progressed into a distinct warmth between your legs.

while biting your lip, you crawl into the backseat. once there, you lean back against the car door, watching as davin does the same.

once he’s between your legs, he wastes no time continuing with the kisses, but this time they’re a bit different.

eager. hungry. you can really tell what his intentions are this time. he briefly pulls away again, making you whine in disapproval.

“can i take these off?” he asks, placing his fingers in the waistband of your pants. without saying a word, you lift your hips and indirectly give him your consent. it’s at this point he’s fully solidified that you’re game, and that he likely won’t have to ask for your permission anymore tonight. he slips them off and discards them on the car floor, quickly unzipping his pants to do the same.

you take it upon yourself to strip yourself of your shirt as well, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra. he left you in just your undergarments. he grins at you, following your lead and taking off his shirt as well.

he leans back into kiss you. bringing his hips closer to yours and placing his hard, clothed cock directly between your legs. you moan quietly at the sensation, just before he begins to roll his hips. applying a more than satisfactory amount of deliberate pleasure.

your hands start to roam, they started slung around his neck, but they’ve quickly made their way around his upper body. feeling up his pecks, shoulder blades, back, then slowly down to his navel, sneaking your hand into his underwear, directly palming him.

he groans into your mouth before chuckling lowly, “so much for ms. doesn’t give it up easy ..” moving down to kiss your neck, continuing to grind into you.

this only continues on for a few more moments before he pulls back and starts to tug on your underwear, “need these off” he mumbles to himself before dragging them off and tucking them behind him, as opposed to discarding on the floor with the rest of the clothes.

he glares at your exposed, wet pussy and exhales softly, soaking in the sight beneath him. he kisses your neck again, but begins to creep down to your collarbone, and chest, where he pauses for a moment before sucking gently on your nipple, circling his tongue against the hardening bud. he uses his hand to grip the other.

“da-vin ..” you moan weakly, gripping the seat beneath you as you feel yourself becoming even wetter. he hums in approval before snaking his other hand down between your legs, sliding his now slick fingers up and around your clit and opening

you whine and begin to involuntarily shift beneath him. without warning, he slips a finger in, making a high pitched groan escape your lips. he starts to fuck you with the lone digit, taking his mouth off your tit to look at your expression, analyzing you deeply. he wanted to make you feel good, really good. normally when davin hooks up with people he doesn’t give much thought into foreplay, but with you he wanted to make sure you thoroughly enjoyed every single moment of this.

him seeing how much you were enjoying his touch made him harder, which he didn’t even know if that was fully possible.

while still examining your face, he slips in another finger, making your mouth hang open as small breathy moans fell out.

“god, davin!” you huff, he glances down at his fingers, watching himself finger-fuck you. he watches as his fingers glisten from your slick, he can feel you tense around him, he can hear how wet you are, his head is reeling.

he pulls out his fingers and places them into his mouth, sucking the arousal off of them. you watched as he did this, and you realized he wasn’t even doing that for you, he himself needed to taste you. he discarded his own underwear and his hard, flushed cock sprung out, standing to attention with a small bit of his own arousal glistening at his tip. he pumps himself weakly while looking at you, using his free hand to feel around your stomach and hips.

just as he’s about to put himself in, you stop him.

“do you have a condom?” you ask, rather breathlessly. you didn’t want to be a buzzkill right now, but you’d rather be a buzzkill than pregnant.

“not with me, baby” he starts, his voice quiet, him calling you baby made a knot form in your stomach, even though you knew he was only calling you it because of the circumstances, “but i’m clean, and i assume you are too, and i promise on my life i’ll pull out.”

with any other person, you would’ve said no, but davin looked too good and everything felt too nice, so you let it slide.

he resumes, running the head of his cock along your wet opening, groaning at the sensation.

“do you always get this wet? or am i just making you feel that good, baby?” he praises,

“i-i think it’s a mixture of both ..” you reply, finding it hard to make conversation when all you want is for davin to fuck the daylights out of you.

he seems to like that response as he chuckles lowly, slowly sliding himself inside of you, “guess i’m gonna have to use this pussy more often, aren’t i?” he says, leaning into your ear, his hot breath making your body jitter beneath him.

your hands make their way to his back, digging your nails in slightly as he begins to pick up his pace, fucking you roughly.

you feel almost breathless, as if each thrust was pushing all the air out of your lungs.

each time his hips connected with your thighs and ass, a moan would escape your mouth mixed with shallow breaths and small unintelligible phrases.

davins ego was through the roof, he thinks that even if he wasn’t fucking you, if he was just able to see you acting like this- he’d come in his pants. but knowing that him and his cock was making you feel like this, he felt a new sense of pride.

he tries to kiss you while still pounding into you, placing his lips against yours. you don’t kiss him back and continue to whine, not because you don’t want to kiss him back, but because the way he’s fucking you is making it difficult for you to do anything that requires even the slightest bit of brain power. mid kiss, he places his thumb between your legs and rubs quick, tight circles on your clit, making you nearly shout at the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

he’s still trying to kiss you, laughing breathily as you continue to fail to kiss him back. he pulls back, picking up his pace with both the thrusts and his thumb before saying, “poor girl, cock feel too good inside ya? can’t even kiss back because it feels so nice?” he taunts, knowing exactly what’s happening here

he feels you clench around him and drench him even more, making a guttural moan fall from his mouth as his jaw hung slack. at this point, your slick has definitely travelled down past your ass and down onto the car seat below you- but you couldn’t care less.

“davin, dav-in ..” you whine weakly, “‘m gonna come, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you ramble, truly not even processing that you’re talking right now, your body almost going in autopilot at the influx of intense pleasure.

davin smirks proudly, exhaling breathy puffs as he screws his eyes shut, “come on my cock, baby. it’s all yours.” he praises, the mixture of pleasure emanating from your pussy mixed with the pain of your nails digging into his back, he was on the brink of coming as well.

his words are what send you over the edge, moaning loudly and whorishly on his cock as you come, legs shaking violently

he feels almost lightheaded, your cunt clenching around him was his final tipping point, “just like that … just like that .. good girl ..” he praises, his thrusts becoming weaker and more irregular.

moaning loudly, he pulls out and pumps himself, quickly shooting ropes onto your pelvis, stomach, and chest, huffing loudly as he rides out his orgasm in his hand.

once coming down, he looks at you, sweaty, messy, covered in his cum, he tutted and shook his head.

“dirty girl” he starts, swiping up some of his come from your lower stomach onto his finger, “made such a mess. go on, clean up after yourself.”

through half lidded eyes, you suck his come off his fingers, swirling your tongue around them before pulling off with a slight pop.

his mouth hangs slightly agape in awe, feeling his cock twitch at the little act you just preformed for him.

“keep that up, and we won’t be leaving this car tonight.”

[viesanterieures]

no thoughts, head empty - just Cillian Murphy in period dramas

movies:

• Anthropoid (2016)

• The Wind That Shakes That Barley (2006)

• Peaky Blinders (2013)

• The Edge Of Love (2008)

• Oppenheimer (2023)

• Dunkirk (2017)

• Peacock (2010)

• The Trench (1999)

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[filmfanaticsblog]

CILLIAN MURPHY AS DAVIN MCDERBY

SUNBURN (1999)

[thev3lvetunderground]

What I’ve watched this summer

letterboxd: emma333 😋

[loverhymeswith]

Sweater Weather || Davin McDerby

Day One of the October Dreams 1K Follower Event

Pairing: Davin McDerby x F!Reader

Summary: Summer might be over but your feelings for Davin won’t fade so easily.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Drinking, language, Davin being tooth-rottingly sweet

A/N: This was partially inspired by the song Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood and my undying devotion for Davin. Shout-out to @a-reader-and-a-writer for assuring me the opening was ok, and to @runnning-outof-time as I know you love Davin too <3

Coffee, alcohol, cigarettes; the things you desire most are so often bad for your health. 

Davin McDerby is no exception.

You met him in the summer. A scrawny kid, thousands of miles away from home. Skinny ankles and pink lips unreasonably delicate for the harsh angles of his face, russet hair streaked with copper and pale skin turning darker by the day. He was far too handsome for his own good.

You still remember the white t-shirt he was wearing that first day on the Montauk beach. How it clung to his lithe frame as he wrestled with Robert in the sand. The silver chain peeking out from beneath his collar daring you to look twice.

And you had looked twice. It was impossible to avert your gaze, even if it felt a little too much like staring into the sun. Like so many beautiful but dangerous animals, the warning you beheld in Davin’s bright blue eyes was undeniable. 

Step too close and you might get burnt.

Because while his elegant veneer might have evoked the memory of a renaissance painting, in reality, he was an accident waiting to happen, all wrapped up in a pretty bow.

A self-proclaimed fuck up, Davin McDerby has the world in his hands but his head is firmly in the clouds. Full of overconfidence and bad decisions, he lives like there is no tomorrow. His sole purpose: the pursuit of happiness.

You didn’t want to be just a stop along the way.

He comes to you now after dark, a bottle of cheap wine clutched in his hands and a smile that lights up the October night sky. When he calls your name, you realise with a start that his pleasantly lilting accent has no less effect on you than it did back in the summer. 

“Could’a given me the heads up.” Without waiting for an invitation, he drops onto the seat opposite you at the picnic table. “Didn’t know you were back in town.” 

Music and chatter from your uncle’s bar drifts out into the cold night air, but you barely notice, so keenly attuned as you are to Davin’s presence. His company instantly drives away the chill and transports you back to the long summer days you’d spent together.

“Hello Davin. How are you?”

Despite your sterile, perfunctory greeting, his grin remains. He seems genuinely pleased to see you. “I’m grand. You comin’ to the party?”

“What party? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

This summer had been Davin’s first in America, but it quickly became apparent that he would have no trouble fitting in. The locals fell in love with him and it was only a matter of days before he’d sweet-talked your uncle Cormac into giving him a job beside you behind the bar. 

And just like that, your vow to keep your distance from Davin had been rendered obsolete.

He’d sidled up to you at the beginning of his very first shift, a dish towel slung over his shoulder and a twinkle in his eye as he’d asked, “do you know how to make a Sex on the Beach?”

You’d rolled your eyes at the cheap shot, but nevertheless had proceeded to watch in fascination as he mixed the drink with excessive flair and a distinctive laugh, his red shirt riding up to reveal a swath of pale skin. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice had pleaded, give him a chance.

Perhaps that had been your mistake.

Davin unscrews the wine before taking a long mouthful, straight from the bottle. When he offers you a drink, you shake your head, pretending not to notice how his plump lips glisten under the glow of the patio lights.

“Cormac gave me the night off. Some of the boys are havin’ a Halloween party. You should come.”

“Is it fancy dress?” you ask, though you have no intention of taking him up on the offer. You only came here tonight because you’re a glutton for punishment, knowing very well that Davin was likely to be around. 

“Of course,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“So where’s your costume?”

“This is me costume.” He gestures to his dark sweatshirt and pulls up the hood dramatically, his angular face standing out like a pale moon against the darkness. “I’m the Grim Reaper, see?”

It’s fitting, you think. Past experience gives you little doubt that his appearance is a portent of trouble to come. 

“Where’s your scythe?”

“Left it at home.” Davin shrugs. “So, what d’ya say? You wanna go?”

You turn your gaze to the ocean, the roaring of the waves echoing the rush of your blood as you remind yourself why going anywhere with Davin is a bad idea. “I don’t think so.”

“Ah come on now. You’ve got to. Haven’t you missed me? I’ve missed you.” There’s nothing in his tone to suggest he’s telling anything other than the truth. 

And that’s the problem. 

Davin has never been like the rest of the boys with their painfully obvious attempts to get into your pants. In between your joint shifts at the bar, the only thing he ever seemed to want from you was your company, dragging you along from one adventure to the next; pool hopping, surfing lessons, road trips. And now, Halloween.

Waiting for your answer, he taps his fingers on the table and pouts. “You finally grace us with your presence after all this time, but now you don’t wanna hang out? Come on, it’ll be a laugh.” Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “the costume is optional.”

“All this time? Davin, it’s not even been two months.”

“Yeah well, it feels like longer.” He takes another swig from the bottle and you find yourself inclined to agree. 

As the Manhattan trees started shedding their leaves and the end of summer bled into the beginning of fall, your thoughts never strayed far from Davin. You thought that after hightailing it back to the city, you’d be able to shake him, that the distance would somehow help you to forget. But like cotton candy caught between your teeth or the last grains of sand stuck in your sneakers, the memory of his rosy cheeks and freckled shoulders followed you all the way back to New York.

Davin lapses into silence, occasionally sipping from the bottle as he watches you intently across the table, the ghost of a lop-sided grin beginning to form across his lips. With every passing minute it feels like you’re fighting a losing battle. 

Unable to conceal your unease any longer, you reach across the table and swipe the bottle of wine from his hands. “Would you stop staring at me?” 

“Now, why would I wanna do that?”

Before you can offer a suitable response, Davin rises to his feet and rounds the table, pulling you up from your seat. His hand is surprisingly soft and warm as he laces your fingers with his own.

“What are you doing?” Despite your protest, you make no attempt to shake him off.

“I’ve decided.”

“Decided what?”

“That you’re comin’ to the party with me. Won’t be any fun on me own.”

Something tells you that even without you, Davin would hardly be on his own. But against your better judgement, you let him lead you away from the bar, that little voice in the back of your mind traitorously gleeful that he’s managed to draw you in all over again, just like a moth to the flame.

The big, white-stone house overlooking the beach is crowded when you arrive, the party already in full swing. The music, loosely themed for the occasion, is too loud and you have to lean in close to hear Davin over the speakers.

“You want to drink or dance first?” he shouts.

“Drink first, dance later,” you reply, thankful that the party is so busy that no one will notice your lack of costumes. The guest list boasts a colourful array of witches, vampires and monsters; even with his hood still drawn up, Davin looks as underdressed as you.

“Fine, but you owe me a dance.”

The drinks flow freely over the next few hours, but the two of you spend most of your time talking, abandoning the makeshift dance floor to squeeze onto the end of a worn leather sofa, so close you’re practically sitting in one another’s laps.

“I’m glad you came back,” Davin tells you after a while, his warm breath tickling your neck as you battle against the rising volume of the sound-system.

“Temporarily,” you remind him, uncertain of whether it’s the alcohol or Davin’s proximity that is to blame for your current light-headedness. “Why’s that?”

He tugs down his hood, finally, and leans in closer, the lengths of his soft hair brushing against your cheek. “Well, after you left without sayin’ goodbye, I thought I’d done somethin’ wrong. It’s usually my fault, you know. Drivin’ people away. Story of me fuckin’ life.”

You draw back to look at him properly and find his usually carefree expression marred with concern. “It wasn’t about you, Davin. I had to go back to college. And I’m just…I don’t know. I guess I’m bad with goodbyes.”

Lies. Lies. Lies.

He shakes his head, as if he can see beyond your facade. As if he can read your innermost thoughts. “Ahh look, I know I made mistakes. And I feel bad about them. Really, I do.”

There’s no hiding the apprehension in your voice, or the pounding in your chest when you press him for more details. “What mistakes do you think you’ve made?”

Almost absently, his hand moves to your waist, specifically to the patch of bare skin below the hem of your cropped t-shirt. You suppress the urge to shudder. 

“Well, for a start I was so busy with the ‘pursuit of happiness’, I never noticed what was in front of me.” His gaze travels across your face.

On bated breath and hyper-aware of his fingers tightening - almost imperceptibly - around your waist, you prompt him to continue. “Which was?”

Davin blinks slowly, his blue eyes even more intense than usual. “You.”

“Me?” 

“Yeah.” He laughs, uncharacteristically nervous all of a sudden. “Cause I never got round to kissin’ you, did I?”

You’re certain you misheard him over the music, even as bells are clanging in your head. “What?” 

“Kissin’ you,” he repeats with more conviction this time, his lips twitching up at whatever he sees in your expression. “I mean, didn’t you ever think it was funny?” 

Your heart flutters, impatient for him to get to the point. “Think what was funny?” 

“That we never hooked up?”

Your mouth opens and closes at least three separate times as you search your whirling mind for something to say in response. You’ve given far too much thought to that very question over the last few months. In fact, it’s the reason that you ran away.

Even though you’d been painfully aware that Davin would wind up breaking your heart ever since that first day on the beach, you had been waiting on tenterhooks for him to make some kind of move. 

But the summer had worn on and nothing had happened. As far as you were concerned, he’d simply put you in the friendzone and you had no intention of trying to claw your way out, despite how much you were attracted to him. Despite how much it hurt. 

You knew he’d slept with probably a dozen other girls, so you couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with you. What were you lacking? He was content to spend his days with you, but not his nights. Not his bed.

“Umm. Are you gonna say somethin’?” Davin asks tentatively, interrupting your racing thoughts. “Cause if I’m honest, you kinda look like you want to murder me.”

“Don’t tempt me, Davin,” you warn, overcome with the urge to do just that. “Why are you only telling this now?”

He grins, squeezing your waist even tighter, something about your reaction giving him the confidence he needs to continue. “I always thought you were too good for me. I was scared if I made a move I was gonna fuck everythin’ up. But tonight feels like fate or destiny or some other spooky shit. And the way I see it, I might not get another chance.”

“You’re an idiot, Davin McDerby.”

He captures your face in his hands. “Of course I am. Don’t sound so surprised.”

Slowly but surely, he closes the distance, his lips as delicate as petals as they brush over your own. You’re no longer aware of your surroundings, the lights and music fading into the background. The only sound is the pounding rhythm of your heart. The only sight is Davin, wide-eyed as he withdraws to study your reaction, uncertainty cast across his striking features.

You loop your arms around his neck and pull him back in, deepening the kiss that you’ve been waiting for, all this time. 

When the two of you finally part, Davin rests his forehead against yours, his eyes soft as they meet your own and his smile warm and gentle. “Now you have it.”

October Dreams Taglist: @zablife @a-reader-and-a-writer

[hello-god-its-me-sara]

Bb death appreciation

[cilri]

[serotoninstan]

patient zero of beautiful princess disorder

[creativepawsworld]

The Millennium

Pairing - Young Cillian Murphy x Reader

Summary - It’s New Years Eve 1999 and you go to a nightclub in the middle of Cork with your friends only to attract the attention of a blue eyed actor. 

Words - 1582

Warnings - Language, SMUT, SEX, 18+, Mature readers only please. 

Notes - This is set back before the Millennium (year 2000) so it’s during Cillian’s younger, youthful days. Before he got his big break with 28 Days Later so he is about 22 in this. Happy Friday :) 

Recommendation for a song which inspired this one shot- Don’t Give Up - Chicane feat Bryan Adams

The effects of the alcohol had a light buzz flowing through your veins as you threw your head back enjoying your last night out this year. Something about the bright green strobe lights bouncing off the walls and your body, had you feeling alive. 

It was a few hours before midnight on the millennium and everyone, literally everyone was out in full swing tonight to celebrate, knowing they wouldn’t live long enough to see another. 

The bright lights blinked and cut their way through the crowd just as Bryan Adams sung his line in Chicane’s song, Don't give up. The song had become your anthem for the new year, the new century, the new millennium, and no one was taking that from you.

As you turned around on your golden heels you attention is grabbed by a boyish looking man next to the bar, denim jacket thrown over his shoulders, a white t-shirt underneath. His hair was longer than most, just passing his ears normally a style you wouldn’t find yourself lusting over but on this guy it worked.

He held your attention with his dazzling blue eyes and a cocky grin resting on his perfectly plump lips. His eyes never leaving yours as he watched you sway your body to the music, the light catching the sweat on your body perfectly so it glowed, like glitter.

Tilting your head to the side you threw your hands into the air swaying from side to side, adding a lot more hip action just for his benefit.

With a knowing smirk, he placed his beer bottle on the bar, making his way towards you, immediately placing his hands on your hips. You allowed your hands to fall around his neck as he pulled you closer to him, hips crashing into each other extracting a moan from your lips.

You stayed close, smiling at one another before you turned around pressing your ass into his dark jean covered crotch, grinding along it with the help of his hands. His erection becoming more obvious the more you moved against it. 

Groaning in your ear the mystery man bent down to your smaller five foot frame, licking a long, wet slip of his tongue up the column of your neck to you ear, taking it between his teeth and nibbling.

Groaning, you threw your head back into his shoulder, allowing his hands to wonder your body wherever they pleased. They glided along your stomach before making their way up to your breasts, barely ghosting over them before returning to your hips. 

Turning in his hands, you noticed the look in his eyes, no doubt it was mirrored in your own. Lust. 

Unable to control yourself, you grabbed his hands pulling him towards the back of the club, towards the toilets the queue for the female toilets reaching to the bottom of the corridor but the men’s was empty. 

Taking the lead he tugged on your hand, his back leaning against the male bathroom door pushing it open so that the two of you stumbled inside. 

Messily attaching his plump pink lips to yours, you fumbled your way into a cubicle locking it behind you as his hands travelled down to the hem of your dress pulling it up past your waist, his fingers tracing over your lace covered crotch. 

“Ohh fuck” You moaned tangling your hands in his hair, tugging at it slightly as he held your bottom lips between his teeth. 

Puling his head back so you could look into those baby blue eyes, you felt yourself getting lost. Your eyes widen when you felt two of his fingers slip underneath you panties, running along your clit before being thrusted inside you. 

Moaning in pleasure you head flew forward, resting on his shoulder as he pumped the digits in and out of your wet core You had to bite your lip to try and control yourself but when he was pushing against that spongey spot inside of you, you simply lost yourself. 

“Fuck your hot” The man groaned next to you ear. The south Irish accent driving you over the edge as your fingers dug into his shoulders, mouth wide against his shoulder as the started to come down from your release. “Get on your knees” 

Without a second thought you dropped to you knees the man above you pressed himself against the door as you adjusted your feet to either side of the toilet, hands working quickly on his belt. 

“Your gonna look so beautiful choking on my cock” The blue eyed man groaned, thrusting his now bare hips at your face. 

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, your slender fingers gripped around his impressive length, slowly inserting his tip into you mouth, the salty precum causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 

“Jesus” The man breathed, hands wrapping around the back of your head, forcing himself further into your mouth which you gladly accepted until you were physically gagging around him. 

Placing your hands on his thighs you tried to push yourself back, away from him but he held you in place, causing tears to fall from your eyes as you literally choked on his cock, just like he wanted you to. 

“Nah, you can take it. You can take it.” He moaned allowing you time to adjust before pushing further into your mouth, an involuntary moan escaping your lips as he did. “I want it all the way down that throat” 

Unable to respond, your mind went blank. Eyes rolling in the back of your head with pleasure as you relaxed, allowing him to slide further down until your face was pressed against his trimmed crotch. 

Reaching your hand up, you gently wrapped it around your neck, moaning when you felt his cock so deep inside you. 

“You like that you dirty girl, like feeling my cock in your throat” He breathed heavily, blue eyes hazing looking down at you. 

Without warning he removed his member causing a whine to fall from your lips but you didn’t have the time to properly complain. 

He had spun you around and bent you over the closed toilet seat, the tip of his cock sliding over your soaked clit before forcibly thrusting himself inside, a silent scream leaving your lips at the feeling. 

“Oh shiittt, you feel so good girl” The man moaned loudly as he bottomed out inside of you. 

The fact he didn’t put on a condom or ask about birth control instantly leaving your mind as soon as he started to pound inside of you at an phenomenal pace. 

“Oh god, oh fucking god” You cry out, the intense feeling rebuilding in your core once again and you knew it wouldn’t take long before you were a complete mess of a woman in front of this man. 

Feeling a hand come up and tangle in your hair, it pulled you back causing your spine to dip and your shoulders to arch giving the man a brand new angle to torture you with. 

“Not God, Cillian. My name is Cillian and I want you to scream it when you cum around my cock you understand?” He rasped in your ear. 

Your mouth was open, dry so you were unable to respond verbally but you did nod profusely silently begging him to give you your release. Answering you silent plea, his other hand came around rubbing tight circles around your clit, matching the thrusts. 

“Cill... Cill...” You moaned, words broken as the balloon within your belly twisted so tight you were worried about what might happen if you didn’t release it. “CILLIAN” 

The screech that left your mouth had hurt your throat as the balloon popped in the most intense way. You couldn’t see straight, there was bright white blinding light intentionally that subsided and was quickly replaced with black spots in your vision as his movements quickened chasing his own release. 

“FUCK” He grunted loudly from behind you, pulling his cock from your core leaving you feeling rather empty as he pumped his release onto your exposed ass. 

Inhaling deeply through your nose you reached behind you, taking some of his spent cum in your fingers, turning to face him you licked them clean with a groan of your own at the taste. 

Cillian rested his back against the closed door fixing himself, a light layer of sweat coating his face as he stared at your mouth watching your fingers disappearing inside with a low groan. 

With a giggle you cleaned up the mess he made as best you could with some toilet paper before pulling the dress back around yourself.

Once presentable you reached forward capturing his lips once more before moving him out of the way and opening the door, some of the men giving you strange looks, others knowing smirks as Cillian emerged out from behind you. 

Biting your lip you opened the main bathroom door, the distinct smell of sweat, drink and smoke filling your nostrils. Just as you were about to make your way through the crowd to find your friends, a hand pulled your back. 

Turning you noticed Cillian behind you, a softer smile on his face as he placed a piece of paper in your hand with a wink before disappearing into the night. 

Smiling after him, you tucked the piece of paper into your bra knowing exactly what it was, mentally planning the next time you were going to use it. 

[willbbg]

“The day i left home was the happiest day in me life”

[demureflaneur]

did a shiva baby (girlfailure) and sunburn (boyfailure) double feature and now my third eye has been opened