#cillian you've got a lot to answer for

[i-blindside]

Injecting these chest hair pics straight into my veins

[queenshelby]

The Peaky Role (Part 35)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad, Pregnancy

You had just returned from Nina's new house and, whilst you had kept your emotions in check until now, the moment you stepped inside your apartment, the walls seemed to close in, amplifying the turmoil within you.

You tossed your keys onto the counter, frustration bubbling inside you.

"Why can't this all just be simpler?" you muttered, kicking off your shoes as thoughts swirled like a tempest in your mind.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, you closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the day settle on your shoulders. The memories of the past few weeks flashing through your mind—the laughter, the tension, the inevitable heartache.

The thoughts of him, once suppressed, now rushed back with a force that left you reeling. You felt the weight of his absence like a physical ache, a dull throb that pulsed through your veins.

***

Over dinner, your father, Dermont, noticed the change in you.

He had been privy to your emotional struggles over the past few weeks, a silent observer who had given you space to process and heal. But now, as you sat at the kitchen table, picking at your dinner, he spoke, his voice laced with concern.

"Are you going to eat that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at your untouched plate, his tone both teasing and probing.

You looked up, forcing a smile. "I am not really that hungry, dad," you responded, shaking your head while setting down your fork with a clatter.

"Something's bothering you. I can see it," he pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You let out a slow breath, the tension in your shoulders uncoiling just a bit. "No, I am fine. I am just stressed," you lied.

Dermont's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp as he leaned back in his chair. "I know you, Y/N. You've been upset about something for a while. And I've given you space to talk when you're ready, but I am becoming increasingly worried now," he pressed, leaning forward, his brow furrowing as he searched your face for answers.

"Is it about a boy?" he asked, his voice edged with a mix of curiosity and fatherly concern.

You hesitated, the memory of Cillian flashing in your mind like a ghost, a warmth tinged with longing.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter," you insisted, pushing your plate away and folding your arms tightly against your chest.

Dermont studied you, his brow furrowing deeper. "It does matter. You can talk to me, you know. Just tell me what's going on in that head of yours."

You bit your lip, glancing down at the table. The familiar tension knotted inside you, but you knew you couldn't avoid this.

"Okay, fine," you sighed, meeting his gaze. "I met a guy and I like him, but his life is really complicated, so there is absolutely no space for me to fit into it."

Dermont raised an eyebrow, leaning back. "Complicated how?"

"He's got a lot going on with his family, and he just can't make room for me in that chaos," you said, frustration bubbling beneath your calm facade.

Dermont nodded slowly, concern etching deeper lines on his brow. "His family?" your father asked over the clinking of your glass.

"Yeah, never mind. I really don't want to get into it," you replied, brushing the topic aside, but inside, the weight of your feelings pressed heavily on your chest, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Dermont leaned in, his gaze steady. "Did you meet him when you were filming?" he asked, wondering who this mysterious person was.

You hesitated, searching for the right words.

"Yeah, kind of. But it doesn't matter. It was just a fling and I need to get over it," you murmured, rubbing the back of your neck as exhaustion settled in.

Dermont watched you closely, his expression softening.

"Well, sweet pea, I am here when you need to talk, and I mean it. Life's too short for hiding your feelings," your father offered and you glanced at him, seeing the genuine concern in his eyes, and felt a flicker of warmth in your chest, the storm inside you momentarily calming.

"I just wish things could be simple," you said, your breath trembling with unspoken weight.

Dermont leaned forward, a smile breaking through the concern. "Life isn't meant to be simple, but talking helps—trust me."

You nodded, hopeful yet uncertain. "Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it," you said, your voice softening before you took your plate away and decided that it was time for you to do some reading in your room.

***

Reading always helped you escape the chaos swirling around you and, as you settled onto your bed, the familiar scent of old pages enveloped you, a comforting embrace amidst the storm outside.

You opened the book, hoping to lose yourself in its world, even just for a moment until, suddenly, your phone buzzed against the nightstand, shattering the fragile quiet. You glanced at the screen and Nina's name illuminated.

Taking a deep breath, you swiped to answer, heart racing a little.

"Y/N! Can you come over?" Nina's voice burst through, an urgent whisper mixing with the tremor of her emotions. "I need you, like, now."

"What's wrong?" you asked, urgency slicing through your stillness as you swung your legs off the bed.

"Just come over!" Nina insisted, a nervous edge creeping into her tone. "I am just feeling really overwhelmed right now," she said and your stomach twisted with concern. "Mum and I had a massive fight and I just need you here."

***

When you arrived at Nina's house almost an hour later, you rang the doorbell and the door swung open almost immediately, as if she had been waiting for you by the door, revealing her wide eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.

"Thank God you're here," she choked out, pulling you inside as the heavy atmosphere wrapped around you like a suffocating blanket.

"What happened?" you asked, stepping into the dimly lit living room, the remnants of half-finished boxes scattered about.

Nina sank onto the couch, her hands trembling as she wiped at her eyes.

"Mum came over after you had left and she absolutely lost the plot. She is furious about me moving in with dad and she said that I should just have an abortion," Nina's voice wavered, the words tumbling out like autumn leaves caught in a storm.

"She thinks I'm making a huge mistake, but it's my choice!" Her fingers clutched the fabric of the couch, a physical reminder of her turmoil. "I'm not going to let her decide for me," Nina said, her voice trembling but resolute.

You settled beside her, thoughts racing. "And it is your choice Nina. It's your body, your choice," you emphasized, squeezing her hand.

Nina nodded, breath hitching as the weight of her decision pressed down on her. "I just don't know... I mean, what if she is right?" she whispered, eyes brimming with uncertainty, the fear of confrontation looming large.

You shook your head, resolve hardening within you. "Nina, listen to your heart, not her fears. You're stronger than you think and you have support. You have your dad, you have me, and we'll figure this out together," you reassured your friend and her shoulders relaxed slightly at your words, a flicker of determination igniting in her eyes.

"I just want to make the right choice," she told you nonetheless and you squeezed her hand tighter.

"Then let's lay out all the options together, no judgments. You deserve to feel confident in whatever you decide, Nina," you told her and, while the uncertainty still lingered, hope began to bloom anew.

You talked about her options and needs for about an hour until she once again decided that she wanted to keep the baby, her resolve solidifying like concrete.

She knew that it was going to be hard, but the thought of facing it alone terrified her more than the prospect of motherhood. She wasn't alone though. She had you and you promised her that together you would navigate every twist and turn.

"Thanks for being here for me," Nina said, her voice wavering slightly as she released a deep breath.

You nodded, determination flooding through you. "We're in this together. No matter what." The promise hung in the air, solid and unwavering, like a lifeline.

"Can you stay here tonight?" she eventually asked and, of course, you hesitated, glancing at the clock as anxiety fluttered in your chest.

"Okay, sure," you said, forcing a smile to mask the swirling thoughts of Cillian and the chaos in your life. Being in his house was a little overwhelming for you but you also knew that Nina needed you tonight.

"Thank you. I will get you something to wear and maybe we can watch a movie and eat some ice-cream," Nina said as her smile returned, a flicker of warmth in her eyes.

"Okay. Sounds good," you laughed softly, the tension easing, and nodded and, within a second, Nina disappeared before returning with a tattered T-shirt and a pair of comfy shorts.

"Here you go," she said, handing them to you with a grin.

"Uhm, please tell me they aren't your dad's PJs," you said, raising an eyebrow as you inspected the fabric.

"The t-shirt is, because I haven't found mine in all these boxes yet," Nina replied with an apologetic smile and you couldn't help but swallow harshly.

"Okay," you said, forcing a smile as you took the shirt and shorts from her hands. "Mind if I have a shower before lounge?" you asked, already moving toward the bathroom.

"Of course! I'll find some snacks," Nina replied, her voice brightening, and you could hear the rustle of bags as she rummaged for treats, filling the room with a comforting buzz of normalcy amidst the chaos. "Don't take too long," Nina shouted from the kitchen, her voice light, but the underlying tension still shimmered beneath the surface.

"I won't!" you called back, stepping into the bathroom which, too, reminded you of Cillian.

There were small boxes containing his personal items—his favourite cologne, a razor, and a worn-out book of poetry - all scattered on the floor in the bathroom.

You picked up the book, running your fingers over the frayed edges, feeling a pang of nostalgia. It made no sense for this book to be here, yet it reminded you of late-night discussions that once felt intimate.

You knew that he loved to read while having a bath and the pages were probably crinkled from the steam.

A small smile tugged at your lips, but the warmth quickly faded as reality crashed back, pulling you under.

You put the book back down, stepped into the shower and turned the water on, letting it wash away the memories along with your doubts.

Warm water cascaded over you, steaming away the day's tension as you inhaled the familiar scent of the shower gel.

It too smelled like Cillian and jumbled memories, and with each droplet that slid down your skin, the warmth enveloped you like a long-forgotten embrace.

Stepping out, you wrapped a towel around yourself, the fabric clinging as you caught sight of your reflection, the turmoil visible in your eyes. You sighed, wiping the mirror with a damp hand, searching for clarity amid the chaotic whirlpool of thoughts.

Nina's laughter echoed from the living room, a gentle reminder that you were still tethered to reality, still human, still fighting.

You put on the t-shirt and shorts Nina had given you, the fabric soft against your skin, carrying a hint of his scent which further swirled memories through your mind.

You inhaled deeply, steeling yourself before stepping into the living room where Nina lounged, her expression lighting up as she spotted you.

"Look at you, all cozy! Ready for our movie night?" she grinned, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"Absolutely," you replied, sinking into the couch beside her, grateful for the warmth of her presence.

Nina clicked on the remote, lighting up the screen, the glow flickering in the dim room, pulling you both into a world far away from chaos.

After one movie though, Nina was pretty tired and her eyelids began to droop, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"You okay to keep going?" you whispered, glancing her way, hoping to gauge her energy.

"You pick the next one, I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit," she murmured, sinking deeper into the couch, but you told her that she should go to bed.

"You sure?" you asked, brushing a thumb over her knuckles, feeling the softness beneath your touch. "Because you should really get some sleep," you said and Nina nodded slowly, her eyelids fluttering.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion as she pushed herself off the couch.

"Am I okay to sleep in the guestroom?" you asked, concern threading through your voice.

Nina shrugged, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Of course. It's just down the hall. And thanks for being here, Y/N. It means more than you know."

 You nodded, warmth flooding through you as you watched your friend disappear, yawning and rubbing her eyes all at the same time.

After Nina had gone to bed, you shuffled to the guest room, the quiet of the house wrapping around you like a soft blanket. As you lay down, the familiar sounds of the night surrounded you, and for a moment, peace settled in your heart.

But that did not mean that you could sleep. You were still not tired, consumed by thoughts and the soft hum of distant traffic crept through the window, keeping you awake.

You tossed and turned, fingers tracing the fabric of the sheets, longing for clarity amidst the shadows until you gave up. You pulled your earphones from your bag and slipped them in before looking through a bunch of podcasts on your phone.

Eventually, you found a history podcast that promised to unravel the mysteries of ancient civilizations and turned it on.

The host was one of your favourite scholars, his voice weaving tales of lost empires, rich with intrigue and wonder.

As the words flowed, a sense of calm settled over your racing thoughts, momentarily easing the storm within, reminding you that the world was vast and full of stories waiting to unfold and you could lose yourself in their mysteries.

For half an hour, you listened intently until you decided to get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen to take back to your room.

Thus, with the earphones still plugged in, you walked quietly towards the large kitchen sink, the soft glow of the nightlight guiding your way but, just as you poured water into the glass, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, startling you.

"Jesus!" you quickly turned around, spilling the water all over the white t-shirt you were wearing as Cillian stood there with a surprised look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, the shock lacing your voice as you reached for a tea towel to dab the water off your shirt.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his deep blue eyes. "I live here," he said, a smirk creeping across his lips,

"I know, but I didn't think you would be back until tomorrow," you said, still trying to dry your shirt and avoiding his gaze. “I mean, when did you get here?”

“Just about ten minutes ago,” he said and his smirk softened into a genuine smile as you spotted his suitcase in the corner. "Are you okay?" he then  asked as he stepped closer, his concern evident in the way his brow furrowed slightly.

"Yes, I'm fine," you replied quickly, brushing the moment aside as the heat crept into your cheeks, hoping he hadn't noticed the water still pooling on your shirt.

"Do you want me to get you a new shirt to wear?" he offered, stepping back slightly to give you space, his tone light yet sincere.

You hesitated, all too aware of how close you were standing, the familiar warmth of his presence sending a flurry of conflicting emotions through you. "No, I'm good," you replied, forcing a smile as you tried to shake off the intensity of the moment.

Cillian's expression softened, his gaze settling on you with an intensity that turned the air electric. "You sure? Because you are drenched," he offered, momentarily looking at the form of your breasts, now clearly visible through the soaked fabric.

Heat flooded your cheeks as you quickly crossed your arms, suddenly feeling exposed.

"I am sorry," he stammered, averting his gaze to the floor with anxiety flickering across his features. "I didn't mean to startle you."

You swallowed hard, the warmth of his gaze making it impossible to refocus on anything else. "It's fine," you replied, feeling the tension buzz between you like charged air before a storm. "And now that you are here, I should probably go. I was just staying here because Nina asked me to," you stammered, anxiety creeping up your spine as well now as you stepped back, creating distance between you.

Cillian shook his head, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "No, stay. It's already 2 o’clock and it's not safe for you to head home alone."

His tone brooked no argument, punctuated by the firmness in his gaze. You hesitated, torn between your desire for independence and the undeniable warmth of his concern wrapping around you like a familiar blanket.

"Cillian, I am a big girl and can handle myself," you asserted, trying to keep your tone steady, but the tremble in your voice betrayed you.

His brows furrowed, eyes darkening with concern. "It's not about that. It's about making sure you're safe and I can't let you go out alone at this hour," Cillian insisted, stepping closer, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that made your heart race. "Just stay, please. I will drive you home tomorrow," he added, his voice firm yet laced with an undertone of vulnerability that made you waver.

You could feel the undeniable connection pulling you back, each word wrapping around your resolve like a vine. "Alright," you breathed, caught in the moment and Cillian's shoulders relaxed slightly, a glimmer of relief dancing in his eyes.

"Good, I will get you a dry t-shirt then, okay?" he asked, his voice warm and reassuring as he turned to head toward the bedroom.

You watched him go, heart racing, realizing that the tension in the air was beginning to shift, pulling you closer into his orbit once again. The door creaked open, and Cillian returned, a soft grey t-shirt in hand, his eyes catching yours, a silent invitation hanging between you.

"Here," he said, gentle, almost tentative, as he held it out, offering a patch of comfort in the midst of chaos. You hesitated, taking in the softness of the fabric and the warmth in his eyes, a quiet reassurance in that simple moment.

"Thanks. I will put that on and go back to bed," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he replied, a hint of longing lingering in the air between you, but you brushed those thoughts aside, turning to head back to the guestroom.

As you changed into the soft grey t-shirt, its familiar scent wrapped around you once more like a warm hug and your heart raced when you heard Cillian's footsteps echoing quietly as he passed the door.

You paused, catching your breath, and the sound of his presence stirred something deep within you and you knew that the coming months would be difficult for you both

Nina lived here now and that meant that you would see Cillian more often again, which was something that filled you with dread.

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[cillianmurphysdimples]

thing abt this fandom is they think cm is perfect and its actually a joke to watch, hes a dude and hes a human, and all the stories abt him and ymcg and ew not to mention sm like there cant be that many stories and none of them be true

It's a select minority in this fandom that genuinely believes Cillian is 'perfect'. He's far from it; like you said yourself, he is human. He presents himself well, people speak highly of him, and it is that that most fans base their opinion of him on. Thinking highly of him doesn't mean you think he's perfect. I'm sure his wife wants to box his jaw some days! We don't know the guy, we know what he allows us to, and so nobody will ever have a clue what he has done, hasn't done, might have done, wanted to do in the bounds you're eluding to. I know the names you're referring to, I get asked or told about them a lot, and there is absolutely nothing found in anything that was claimed.

But let's play devil's advocate, and say there was. What has it got to do with anyone other than Cillian and his family/his wife? Absolutely nothing. It's none of our business if he has done anything extramarital - that's for him and Yvonne to sort through - and (devil's advocate again) if he's done something and they stuck it out and stayed together, then okay that's their choice, more power to their elbows!

Why the internet seems hellbent on perpetuating the "EW" rumour is beyond me. They're very good, long-term friends and it's insulting to both of their marriages to keep bringing this up. It's unfounded! Same with "SM". They were filming together and got drunk/walked together - big shock, young Irishman got pissed up with coworker! - how does that equate an affair?!

There are stories because he doesn't talk about it, and people fill the space. Maybe he feels better off letting people think what they will, maybe it bothers him, once again it's something we'll probably never really know because the man so far hasn't dignified the absolute spunk with an answer. Did he? Didn't he? I don't know. And it's none of our fucking business.

I get these messages constantly. I usually ignore most, but you've caught me on my period this time. And sure, if you're being a bollocks, I'll be a bollocks right back!

[peakyscillian]

Bend The Rules | Mini - Series | Part One.

Summary: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Warnings: Cheating, drama & smut. Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader Part: 1/? Requested: No A/N: I know its hard to imagine Cillian cheating but this is complete fiction and his family is made up.

Bend The Rules | Mini - Series

Part One

Part One

Spotting his name on your schedule for the first four hours of your day, wasn't what you needed after seven days working in a row.

You had got to know Cillian really well over the first two series of Peaky Blinders, being his wardrobe assistant you spent alot of time, fitting him, dressing him and hanging around off set when he was working, it also meant a lot of your time together was in the close quarters of the wardbrobe truck.

The past two months back on set for series 3 had been different, he was always in some kind of mood, always snapping or giving you the silent treatment.

Constantly glued to his phone which was unlike him, you knew he was married, unhappily married if the gossip was anything to go by.

His bad moods were making your work days less than enjoyable, you had warned Lucinda if he dared snap at you again you were refusing to work with him, Lucinda had rolled her eyes and handed you the keys to the storage closet without another word.

You were sending off emails, answering messages when the light tap on the wall next to your desk disturbed you.

You dragged your eyes from yet another email from Lucinda trying to rope you into a few other jobs in any spare time you had.

"Down for fittings today, for the party scene" Cillian was stood hands shoved into his jean pockets, beanie on his head he looked drained.

You stood up, straightening out your skirt "Hi, oh y/n how are you today?" you laughed lightly at his bluntness.

"Oh fucking grand, its like that is it?" He rolled his eyes, you threw him a glare, putting your paperwork away grabbing your ipad to take down your notes.

"You have the attitude Murphy, not me" you shrugged opening the fitting room door, "Right" he sighed following you, eyes taking in your body from behind, the loose cropped black tshirt, the figure hugging satin skirt and chunky boots.

-

Cillian was stood in a tight shirt and just his underwear, you'd been overly professional while he dressed and undressed in the small room, with you trying to distract yourself from checking him out.

"Look I am sorry about that" he spoke up as you fixed the bow tie around his neck, he was intently watching you. You stepped back helping him into the suit jacket, you were waiting for an intern to return with the correct suit trousers. "It's fine, it's been a long week" you shrugged as the door opened, you politely thanked the intern taking the trousers, handing them over. "Yeah it has, you got anytime off?" he commented, fastening the trousers, you nodded "This weekend, have you? you look drained" Cillian frowned, staying silent as you took measurements and pictures, watching as you moved around the room.

"The weekend as well, thanks for the compliment" he finally spoke, you shrugged tapping on the iPad. "Look I'm probably being stupid, but I thought we were friends? You've been horrible to work with since filming started" you handed him back the clothes he had come in. Cillian sighed taking them from you "We were, are friends, just a lot going on outside of here that I don't want to share with you, I'm sorry okay?"

"Just get some rest Cill" you headed for the door, turning before you left "just leave the clothes here, I can tidy them up" You didn't look up from your desk as Cillian walked past to head to his next meeting, you had a whole list of cast to see today you didn't need him distracting you.

- You had been sat in the restuarant for nearly an hour, you were sure you'd been stood up, but you were trying your hardest to give Dean the chance to show up once again.

You were watching the door for your blonde haired date. You let out a small groan as you watched the door open, someone you would rather not be near entered, Cillian with some of the other cast.

Fuck sake how embarrasing you were sat alone, on your first night off in weeks, stood up.

They were being seated two tables away, Cillian caught your eye, giving you a nod, you smiled slightly, picking up your wine glass downing the sour red liquid.

Forty five minutes later you were asking for the bill to pay for your four wines, Dean no where to be seen. You slipped on your coat, it had suddenly turned cold in the evenings.

You left the restuarant head down so you didnt make any more eye contact with Cillian.

- You were stood outside, bag under your arm as you tried your hardest to light a cigarette, you sighed when it didn't work for the third time.

"Here let me" Cillian's unmistakeable voice floated over you, he lit your cigarette with a smile. You brushed away a few stray tears "Fuck sorry no idea why im crying" you laughed lightly.

Cillian had lit his own cigarette "Not a nice guy to stand you up like that", You shrugged "He always does"

Cillian laughed slightly frowning at you "Why do you give him the chance too?" You had downed enough wine that evening to tell the truth, you looked Cillian dead in the eyes "He's a good fuck"

You watched as Cillian inhaled sharply "Fair enough, but you definitely deserve better" he dropped his cigarette on the floor stubbing it out.

"Oh yeah? whos going to give me that then? You?" you smirked giving your cigarette the same treatment.

"Well Im married so I don't think thats wise" he stated, watching as you stepped towards the pavement to hail a taxi.

"Wouldn't bother me" you shrugged, turning to look at him as a taxi pulled up "2A Belfort Road" you told him before you opened the door.

Then you slipped into the back of the taxi, eyes never leaving his through the window.

-

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[missymurphy1985]

The Writer (part 5)

Warning - angst

Request? Yep

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Seeing him again after what he'd done did the opposite of what you thought it would. You expected to crumble. To cry yourself to sleep for another week, moping around your apartment feeling sorry for yourself. Quite the opposite. You'd discovered a renewed sense of self-worth. With Polly's help, who'd been your absolute rock since that chance encounter in the store.

You'd just got home from the office, hanging up your coat in the hallway when there was a knock on the door. Polly stood there with her hands on her hips.

"You're coming to ours tonight - girls night!!!"

"Pol I've just walked through the door!"

"So walk back through it again, in the direction of my house! Come on! Cars waiting!"

You rolled your eyes, it was no use arguing with her. Locking the door behind you, you climbed into the car.

Pulling up outside a beautiful cottage half an hour later, you were stunned. A far cry from the old house on Watery Lane!

You got settled on the sofa with Ada and Polly, glass of whiskey in one hand, cigarette in the other.

"So I hear you've already caught up with Tommy?" Ada smiled. She'd been so little the last time you saw her and now here she was, a grown woman with a son. Widowed, sadly, just like you.

"Unfortunately, yes. But we all make mistakes, don't we," you smiled back. A genuine smile. You'd done a lot of soul searching lately and you'd decided not to let him bother you.

"He's a fool y/n, and you're better off without him."

"Agreed. Now subject change please - the thought of him makes me feel ill," you laughed. The evening was filled with the three of you laughing, drinking and man hating - utter perfection in your eyes!

Your evening was drawing to a close, when Polly suggested a sleepover - none of you were in any fit state to drive.

The following morning you woke early as always. Ada and Polly were still fast asleep. You were lucky that you never suffered with hangovers either. Sitting at the kitchen table, you sipped a coffee and picked up one of the books on Polly's shelf, losing yourself in the story while the girls slept.

You didn't hear the front door open and close you were so ingrained.

"Sorry y/n...." Tommy's voice startled you and he quickly turned on his heel in the doorway. You realised you were still actually in your nightdress - a small, dainty little thing you'd borrowed from Polly that just about covered you. You smiled internally, and carried on reading your book ignoring him.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked, still with his back to you.

"If you like." You eyes never left the pages.

"Why did you leave?"

"I won't stay where I'm not welcome, Thomas."

"Why on earth were you not welcome?"

You didn't answer, just snorted in laughter shaking your head.

"We had a good time, didn't we?"

"We did."

"Then why the disappearing act? Why did some random man come to finish the interview? Why haven't you returned my letter?"

"It didn't require a reply."

He turned around now, no longer caring you were half naked. He'd seen it all anyway. He sat at the table opposite you, you didn't even acknowledge him.

"So you're just going to ignore me?"

"Yep."

"You can't ignore me forever y/n."

"Challenge accepted."

"This is fucking ridiculous!"

"I know. Not my fault you're an injudicious, obtuse, cretinous imbecile."

"I'm a what?"

"Oh sorry, was the wording too advanced for you? Go find a dictionary and look it up."

"I understand the fucking words y/n, I just don't know why I'm deserving of any of them?"

"Are you actually that fucking dense? Or do you just think I am?"

"You couldn't be further from dense if you tried, what are you talking about?"

"Pretty intelligent for a fucking whore, aren't I?"

"What did you say?"

"I think the words you used were 'a two bob whore', yes I think that was what you said."

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"The letter you left for me. Couldn't even give it to me yourself, had your maid deliver it. Pathetic."

"Y/n, I never left you a note - I never left the house that morning, I cleared my diary to spend it with you? I came back upstairs to find you'd gone, remembered the car I'd ordered for you the night before and assumed you'd got in it. I tried calling you but you weren't at work that day, so I wrote you a letter and had my maid post it..." His voice tailed off towards the end and you looked at him, not sure whether to believe him or not.

"The same maid?"

"The same maid."

"Are you fucking her?"

"No, I don't touch my maids - too close to home."

"Then why would she interfere?"

"That is a very good question."

[queenshelby]

An Illicit Affair

Part 50 (Final Part): Big Brother

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (47) x Reader (24)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

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"Oh shit, Y/N!" Max said, reaching out to grab your shoulders as you stumbled backwards, panting heavily. "Are you okay?" he then asked almost ignorantly. 

You nodded, clutching at your belly as the contractions continued to roll through you. "Do I look fucking okay?" you cried out, frustration and fear coursing through your veins. Max's eyes were like saucers as he looked at you, but his face quickly morphed into determination.

"Oh my god!" you screamed, clutching at your belly as the pain intensified. "I think the baby is coming, Max!" 

Max's face turned pale as he looked at you, unsure of what to do. "Y/N, just breathe," he said, trying to keep his voice steady as he guided you inside and towards a nearby chair.

"I can't, Max! It fucking hurts!" you cried out, tears streaming down your face as the contractions continued to roll through you.

Max's gaze flicked around the room, trying to think of what to do next.

"I will call an ambulance," Max said before looking around for his phone, but you knew it was too late to get you to the hospital. The baby was ready to enter the world, and you could feel it happening right there in the living room. You tightened your grip on your swollen belly and took deep breaths as the contractions continued, gripping the chair you were now seated on.

Max dialed the emergency number, and moments later, an operator answered. With shaky hands, Max explained the situation to them.

"Yes, an ambulance is on its way. You need to stay calm and try to keep her as comfortable as possible until we arrive," the woman told Max, but you needed his attentio.

"Max! I need you to help me," you panted out, your voice hoarse from the pain. Max, who had been on the phone, quickly turned to you. "The baby is coming! I can feel it!" you  cried out, clutching at your belly as the contractions steadied into a rhythm. Max, who was now beside you, moved into action, frantically searching the apartment for anything that could help.

"I don't know what to do!" he yelled out, panic setting into his voice.

"Just stay calm," you managed to say between gasps, taking deep breaths. "You've learned about this in med school, remember?" you told him and Max's eyes flickered, and he realized you were right.

He quickly got moving, rushing to grab a clean towel from the bathroom and some sanitary products from the kitchen while calling his dad who, unsurprisingly, did not answer.

"Baby is coming!" he then simply texted him while you cried out again as another contraction hit you, causing Max to jump back to your side.

"Shit, here we go," he mumbled, rushing back to your side and kneeling down in front of you, helping you out of your clothes while mumbling some profanities.

As he did so, you focused all your energy on the intense pain coursing through your body, breathing and pushing with each contraction.

Max, who was visibly panicking, continued to search for something to help, grabbing some water for you.

"Here, drink this and breathe, nice and calm, okay?" he asked, his voice shivering slightly. 

"Max, I think I need to push," you managed to gasp out, clenching the arms of the chair for dear life.

"Really?" Max replied, trying to keep his own breathing even and steady despite the panic rising in his chest. "I am sure the ambulance is almost here. You just need to breathe!"  Max said, trying to stay calm and help you as the contractions came faster and stronger now. "Please do not make me deliver this baby!" he pleaded, looking at the state of the living room, still in shock about what was happening around him. 

"You don't have a choice, Max. I need you and we've got to make this work," you said between gasps, gripping the chair so hard that your knuckles turned white.

Max's eyes flicked up to yours for a moment, and you could see the resolve cross his face. "Alright then," he said firmly, taking a deep breath and focusing on helping you instead of panicking. "Fuck it! Let's do this!"  Max exclaimed, sweat beading on his brow as he positioned himself to catch his sibling. 

"Okay," you groaned loudly in pain. "I am going to...oh my god...argh!" 

Max exclaimed, buckling under the intense pressure.

"Okay, okay, you're doing great," Max encouraged, saving his energy for the next push.

You gritted your teeth, trying to control the pain but every push brought a surge of relief when the baby moved closer to being born.

The adrenaline surged through your body as you felt the baby's head emerging and the crowning was fast approaching. Max, who was now visibly panicking, tried to calm himself.

"Just breathe, Y/N. Take deep breaths," he coached you, but the pain was so intense that it was hard to focus on anything else.

"Max, I don't think I can do this," you cried out, tears streaming down your face as the contractions became even stronger.

"Yes, you can! You are almost there!" Max encouraged, his tone full of determination.

And with one last push, you felt a wave of relief as the baby finally slid out of your body and into Max's waiting arms.

"There you go!" Max exclaimed, looking down at the small, crying bundle in his arms. He quickly wrapped the baby in a nearby blanket and looked up at you, his eyes wide with amazement. 

"Is he okay?" you asked, your voice quivering as you looked at Max with tears in your eyes.

Max nodded, his eyes never leaving the baby. "Yeah, I think so," he said softly, his voice cracking with emotion. You could see the pride and wonder on his face, and you felt your own heart swell with love for this new little person who had just entered the world.

You smiled weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you now that the baby was out and safe. But there was still concern on your face as you watched Max cradle the newborn in his arms.

Max then snapped out of his very own thoughts and placed your son  on your chest.

The moment you saw his tiny, wrinkled face and heard his first cries, your love for him grew tenfold.

You looked at him, amazed at what had just transpired.

"You did it, Max," you whispered, fighting back tears. "Thank you!" you smiled wryly as, finally, the ambulance arrived.  

Max smiled, looking down at the baby as well. "I never thought I would be delivering my own brother," he said softly, still in disbelieve as he looked at his hands, covered in blood while the paramedics attended to you. 

You smiled weakly, feeling your heart swell with love for this new little person who had just entered the world and even for Max who had brought him into this world.

The paramedics were quick and efficient in their work, attending to both you and the baby just as, finally, Cillian too arrived, rushing to your site. 

His eyes widened in shock at the sight of you, the baby, and Max, all on the living room floor.

"It all happened so fast," you smiled at Cillian who watched you holding his son in your arms.

You could see the gratitude in his eyes as he looked at Max who stood awkwardly in the corner, unable to take his eyes off the baby.

"And Max helped me deliver the baby ," you said softly, looking at Cillian who was still in shock, looking at his baby boy in disbelief. 

"He is just perfect!" Cillian exclaimed, kneeling down beside you and reaching out a shaky hand to gently stroke the baby's cheek. "Thank you," he then said, looking over at Max with gratitude and a hint of disbelief.

Max nodded, still looking stunned but also happy, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I umm, just did what anyone would have done," he stammered, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention on him. But you could see the pride in his eyes and knew that he was lying.

He had done something incredible, something neither of you will ever forget.

Max, still looking slightly dazed, gave them a small nod. "Can I, uh, hold him?" Max then asked after a little while of watching you and Cillian interact with the newborn child, gesturing to the baby still in your arms, and you could see the hesitation on Cillian's face. But you knew that Max needed this, needed to bond with his new brother in some way.

"Of course," you said softly, smiling at him before carefully shifting the baby into Max's outstretched arms.

The relief on your face is evident, but Max seems to be lost in the miracle that's before him. "Welcome to the world, little one," he murmured, his gaze locked onto the tiny child laying in his hands, covered in the blanket that he had grabbed for him.

Cillian watched his two sons together for a little while, his eyes shining with tears as he took in the striking resemblance between them before assisting the paramedics with cutting the umbilical cord.

Max then handed  the newborn baby back to you before they checked you over and cleared the baby and you both to be taken to the hospital.

It was overwhelming, yet beautiful to see the two siblings together like that - both connected by blood and now by many unplanned events that had sealed their bond for life.

"I never thought I would deliver my own brother," Max murmured again softly, still in awe as he watched Cillian take over and help you get covered up a bit better.

"None of us did," you smiled gently, feeling a sense of peace wash over you as you looked at Max while his father gave him an appreciative hug. 

"You did well, Max. Perhaps you shouldn't have quit med school after all," Cillian remarked with a small smile before assisting you into a wheelchair that had been provided for you. 

Max gave a meek nod, still in shock from the experience he had just went through. "I, uh, don't know. Maybe I'll consider it again sometime," he sighed, still holding onto the experience, uncertain of where it leaves him and his future career path. But even if it would not, he knew that this experience led him to something even better than that, namely his family. 

He had a baby brother now and, despite all the things that had happened between you, him and his dad, he wanted to be part of this young child's life as he had no doubt that he could play a significant role in his brother's eyes as he grew up.

THE END

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[peakyscillian]

Unwrap | Cillian x Fem!Reader | One Shot |

Summary: You've had a hard day at work, after multiple texts to Cillian throughout the day, he's ready to help you unwind. Request: Yes - @being-worthy Warnings: Smut, a lot. Unprotected sex.

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'I am thiiiis close to quitting' 'why does Gloria think its acceptable to pile paperwork ON MY DESK?' 'honestly do I need this job?'

The frustrated texts from you had been buzzing on Cillian's phone all day, he was on a short break from filming so he'd been doing odd things around the house, the food shop and walking the dog. He's tried his hardest to reply as much as possible but the texts had kept coming through and even a lunch time phone call hadn't settled you.

So he definitely needed something good for when you were home.

You walked in from the rain, the stress of the day was sitting heavy on your shoulders as you dropped your bag on the chair by the door, your keys into the dish on the side table. Kicking your shoes off with a sigh you headed for the kitchen. "Cill? are you home?" you called, opening the fridge for the bottle of wine. "Cillian?" you almost yelled, his car was in the drive so he was bound to be home, Luca your boarder collie was by your feet tag wagging "Where's daddy huh?" you asked him, patting his head before turning to the cupboard for a glass. The fact he wasn't answering was making you even more annoyed, you headed to the bottom of the stairs "Cill-ian Murphy" you repeated this time more frustrated.

You pushed open the bedroom door, eyes falling on the figure on the bed, Cillian sat naked propped against the pillows a gift bow tied around his chest, your first thought was that bow was for your nieces birthday but that soon left your mind, he was already hard a smile on his face, he looked delicous. "Hey, Mrs Murphy" his voice was slick, gentle and sent shivers down your spine.

You placed the wine glass on the dresser, unbuttoning the blouse you had one, revealing the navy blue bra, unzipping the back of your pencil skirt revealing the matching knickers and the lace topped stockings. "Leave them on" he purred as you got the side of the bed, his hands running up your thighs, as you climbed over his to straddle him.

Lips pressing to his, hands tangling in his hair, his hands were expertly unclasping your bra, pulling it from your shoulders, down your arms and onto the floor.

His hands expertly rolled the stockings down your legs, squeezing your thighs teasingly. Finally you pulled away from his lips, breathless he was hard between your legs, you rocked your hips down on him, causing him to let out a relieved sigh.

"Can I unwrap you now?" you giggled, forehead against his. He lent forward to peck at your lips "Only the bow, tonight is all about you, baby" he smiled holding you by the base of your back. You reached round his back to the tie, pulling it undone letting the bow fall between you both "best present ever" you smirked grabbing the bow, hand brushing his hard cock.

"fuck" he sighed head falling into your neck at the sensation. You were dropping kisses to his chest "Wanna ride you" you smirked

Cillian groaned at your words, your hand sneaking behind you to cup at his balls, he returned your action, licking into your mouth as his fingers skillfully ran up your soaking core over the lace. "so wet baby" he murmured against your mouth not wanting to leave your lips behind. He moved the lace to the side, he always liked to be the one to move it out of the way or remove it completely.

You watched as he ran his fingers through your excitement and then down his hard shaft, you steadied yourself holding his shoulders as you slid onto him, your face fell in the crook of his neck as some pressure from the stressful day was relieved. You had a steady rhythm going and Cillian couldn't leave his lips on your skin fast enough. "Just wanna take care of you" he breathed across your neck, nipping at the warm skin "wanna make my girl feel good" his teeth nipping your skin, as you tried to control your breathing.

His lips were attacking your neck, his thumb and forefinger rolling your nipples in turn, you had pressed your forehead against his shoulder as you rocked onto him, he was stretching your aching pussy, whines leaving your parted lips. "Feel s'good love" he groaned as you circled your hips, legs shuddering as his tip grazed the sweetest spot of all. "There?" He asked biting down on your neck, sucking quickly and pulling away. "Yes, yes" you nodded colliding your lips with his, teeth clashing once before your tongues found each other. Cillian hooked his middle finger around the material of your thong and pulled it tight against your clit, you moaned into his mouth body shaking again.

He was wrecked, the feeling of you warm tight cunt clenching around him, your lips on his, your fingers curling and uncurling in his chest hair. He was slowly thrusting into you. He could feel your hand moving down behind them, and then the feeling of you taking his heavy balls into your palm had him scrunching his eyes closed "fuck..your dirty" he mumbled you giggled a little as you rolled them with a gentle tug.

There was no denying that his accent turned you on, you were whining into his neck as he whispered in your ear, your hips rolling faster, hands back from between his legs, clawed around his neck pulling him to your parted lips. "make me come Cillian.. please" you begged, he slowed your hips, moving his to thrust up into you, you had thrown your head back, back arching the little breathy moans falling from your lips spurred him on. "m' gonna come baby" your head shot up eyes locking with his blown out and dazed. You had your hands around the back of his neck massaging the muscles as your bodies shook together, you had only recently started coming undone together a lot of patience and much to Cillian's delight practice but he loved being able to feel you coming around him as he came into you.

You fell forward onto his chest, the after shocks shuddering your body, "love you" he wrapped his arms around you holding you close, peppering your head with kisses.

The feeling of his chest heaving beneath you and the sounds of his pounding heart filled you with a content longing to be here forever. "love you, lets stay here" but the doorbell rang out downstairs and Luca started barking. Cillian slipped from the bed, you were laying back on the pillows, hair fanned across the white material, chest still slightly heaving. You discarded the wet material of your thong as Cillian slipped on his boxers "forgot I ordered dinner" He turned to you, running his hand down his chest letting out a deep sigh, pulling a t-shirt on "meet me downstairs?" He asked. You scrambled from the mattress as he chuckled "no, don't leave me" you giggled. "or come with me?" He cocked an eyebrow you wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist he effortlessly carried you to the walk-in wardrobe.

"please put a top on, love the delivery guy doesn't need to see your nipples" he laughed before rushing down the stairs, shushing Luca as he done so.

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