#give me an inch Cillian will ye!!!!

[cillianmurphysdimples]

There's been so many chances for Cillian to slip in a pulmonic ingressive yes, but he doesn't! He sighs, then talks. I'm gutted 😭🤣 C'mon man, feed my need for Irish-isms and give me an inhaled yes, will ye?!

[lovelybucky1]

Jonathan Crane taking the reader hostage after a drug deal gone wrong (thinking of the "buyer beware" scene from the Dark Knight Trilogy, here: https://youtu.be/Wu-Jj8xRiEI?feature=shared - like how cocky he is here xD) and I'll let you take it from here 👉👈

my inbox is open for cillian characters!

warnings: gender neutral!reader (no pronouns or physical description) mentions of drug use/addicton, kidnapping, shitty boyfriends, creep!jonathan, dubcon, implied smut, degradation

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you knew it was a bad idea going to a drug deal with your boyfriend. you hadn’t even been dating that long, there was no reason for you to let him drag you into this life. he had just wanted a little, enough for a week to help him study for finals. you tried to talk him out of it, telling him that getting high off some mystery stimulant wasn’t going to help him, but he refused to listen

it was after midnight when the two of you went out. you followed his lead, and you eventually ended up in a dark alleyway between a liquor store and a furniture store. a cliché scene, but unfortunately it was real and not some shitty movie.

you and your boyfriend waited and waited, and just as you suggested to leave, a white van pulled to the end of the alley. a man in a burlap mask climbed out of the drivers seat and approached the two of you.

“i see you brought a friend this time,” the man in the mask said. you inched behind your boyfriend, trying to keep a distance between you and the man. you wondered what he meant by this time.

“where’s the stuff?” your boyfriend asked instead of acknowledging his comment

“not a fan of a small talk i take it? fine, fine,” the man huffed. “five hundred dollars.”

“what!?” your boyfriend exclaimed. “i dont have that kind of money.”

“the price is the price.”

“last time it was only a hundred.”

“last time you got coke. this stuff is more expensive,” the man spits, and even through the mask you can imagine the sneer that’s evident in his voice. “do you want it or not?”

your boyfriend huffs and scrubs his hand down his face. “yes..”

“but?”

“but i don’t have that kind of money.”

the man stands still, almost unnaturally so for a moment before turning to look at you. the only visible part of his face is his eyes, and his stare chills you to the bone.

“i think we can come to some kind of an arrangement,” he says, looking bad at your boyfriend. “i don’t usually trade, but you’ve been a loyal customer for a while now.”

“what do you want?” your boyfriend asks, and there’s a sick feeling in your stomach that tells you exactly what he wants.

“them,” the masked man says, pointing a long, thin finger at you.

you gasp in horror and cling to your boyfriend, but he doesn’t offer any comfort. “they’ll cover all of it?”

the man chuckles. “i’ll even give you a discount on your next purchase.”

your stomach churns. how could your boyfriend actually consider giving you to this lunatic just for some drugs?

“okay,” your boyfriend says, extending his hand for the man to shake, but he doesn’t. your boyfriend then grabs you and pushes you forward towards the man.

“what the fuck? let me go, asshole! you can’t fucking do this to me!” you shout, but neither man seem to care

the man grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to face him. you’re looking right at his mask, and from this close, you can see bits of his skin through the holes in the fabric. you struggle against his hold but his grip is firm.

“what a pretty thing,” he says. he then reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a vile of clear liquid. he hands it to your boyfriend with a chuckle. “buyer beware.”

the man takes you by the wrist and drags you towards the van, ignoring your protests and screams for help. you shouldn’t be surprised that no one came to help, though. this is gotham, after all.

the man slides the door to the van open and pushes you inside, sending you tumbling onto the vehicle’s floor. he climbs in after you and shuts the door behind him, putting you in complete darkness.

through the car door, you can hear muffled screams of terror coming from outside. you shake with fear and you feel the lump in your throat growing as the reality of the situation hits you.

suddenly, a light turns on and you can see the inside of the empty van, save for the man that sits in front of you.

“would you like me to take off my mask?” he asks. you’re not sure what you want. the mask is frightening, but you’re afraid that what lies underneath is even worse. “not a talker, huh?”

the man pulls off his mask anyway, and reveals an unmarred face. he has sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline, plush lips and piercing eyes. if it wasn’t for the mask and the kidnapping, you’d think he was a regular guy. an attractive guy.

the man grins at you as he watches you take in his appearance. clearly he knows he’s good looking, because he preens at the attention.

“since we’ll be spending a lot of time together, why don’t you tell me your name?”

you dont answer, instead you lean back against the wall, trying to stay away from him. unfortunately, he leans forward so your attempts were futile.

“i’ll go first. my name is jonathan, but you can call me whatever you want,” he smirks

“asshole,” you spit.

“this is the part where you tell me your name.”

again, you refuse to answer. the less he knows about you the better.

jonathan sighs. “it wouldn’t take me much effort to figure it out. but unless you want me to uncover every single detail of your life, identify, dirty secrets… i suggest you tell me.”

you tell him, gritting your name out between your teeth. he grins back at you, all teeth and he looks like a predator about to eat his prey.

“i’m sure you know that i didn’t trade you for my very expensive formula just to learn your name”

“what are you going to do to me?” you ask, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice

“so eager,” he licks his bottom lip. “i was thinking we could get to know each other a little better.”

jonathan places his hand on your thigh and you flinch, which makes him chuckle.

“i’ll scream,” you say.

jonathan leans close to your face. “and no one will hear you,” he spits. “even if they did, do you think they’d give a shit? you know how many people are murdered in this city every day? no one would bat an eye at a stupid little slut screaming for help in an alleyway. hell, they probably won’t even notice you’re gone.”

his harsh words make tears well up in your eyes. you try to fight them back, not wanting to cry in front of him, but before you can stop them, they’re spilling down your cheeks.

“you poor little thing,” he says, tone now gentle as he strokes your cheek, wiping away your tears. you can’t help but lean into his touch. his hand is large and comforting, and his fingertips are cool on your hot cheeks. “let me make you feel better.”

before you can answer, jonathan is leaning in and pressing his soft lips to yours. you resist at first, but when he deepens the kiss, you melt into it. he’s dominant, claiming your mouth for his own as he explores you with his tongue, and for some reason, you let him.

he finally breaks the kiss and looks at you with wide, lust-blown pupils. “we’re going to have lots of fun together.”

his hand creeps towards your groin, but you slap his hand away. he grabs your wrists in either hand and holds you tightly so you can’t move them. “you’re not going to stockholm syndrome me,” you say.

“oh, of course not. it’s much more fun when you hate me. i’d much rather you struggle than give in.”

his tone sparks fear inside you, but along with that fear comes a strange pang of arousal.

“i’m going to break you,” he grins, pushing you back against the van wall.

part 2!

[missymurphy1985]

One Shot Smut Challenge Part Six

Yes, Minister - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader One Shot

Warning - smut / semi public sex / Daddy Kink / Innocence Kink / loss of virginity / hand job / age gap (reader is 22, Tommy is 40)

A/N - Tommy Shelby is not married to Lizzie in this fic... This got kinda LONG.... Sorry....

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul @xbergiex

For the one shot smut challenge? Setting: House of Commons. Chars: Tommy Shelby. Kinks: innocent kink, daddy kink, and old man/younger woman??? If that’s okay?

Big shout out to my fanfic buddy @queenyshelby for the help on this one because this is my first Innocence Kink fic and naive lil old me didn't know what that was 😂

"Y/n, could I have a word, please?" The gruff Birmingham accent through the telephone made you swallow hard, he didn't sound happy, which normally meant more paperwork, or more paperwork to burn, depending on the circumstances.

"Yes, Mr Shelby," you replied dutifully, and stood from your desk. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door to his large office in the Houses of Parliament and walked through.

"Close the door and take a seat," standing against his desk, he waved his hand at the chair in front of you and you couldn't help but panic a little. Normally your employer would hand over a wad of paper and give you his orders before signalling you away with not so much as a thank you. Never before had he offered you a seat.

You were even more surprised when he placed a glass of whiskey on the desk in front of you.

"Sir, I don't drink..."

"You do now. Try it."

With shaky hands, you took the glass and sipped it, grimacing at the burn as it hit the back of your throat. He gave a small chuckle, watching you suffer and gag a little.

"Now another. Slower this time. That glass needs to be empty before I top it up."

"Mr Shelby..."

"Drink." His voice more forceful, you had no option but to drink it down. Three sips and it was gone, replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling. A sense of calm washing over you, with a hint of dizziness, surprisingly not in a bad way.

He didn't refill the glass. He just smiled at you, and leaned against the oak desk, arms folded.

"Tell me, Y/n, how old are you tomorrow?"

"How did you know - "

"It's rude to answer a question with another question, y/n," he said, not in a harsh manner. More of a mocking tone, knowing your strict Catholic upbringing.

"I'll be 22, Mr Shelby."

He moved from the side of the desk to the front, stood in front of you, his gaze over your legs under your knee length skirt, currently hitched up so your knees were exposed. You felt your cheeks burn, pulling the material down, embarrassed. Your mother always warned you about those skirts, and how inappropriate she found them.

He watched you battling with your modesty and raised his eyebrow, shaking his head.

"No need. It's coming off shortly."

Your neck nearly snapped from the force of how quickly you looked back up at him, the burn in your cheeks just upgraded to a full scale inferno.

"I'm sorry, what?"

He simply smirked, and pulled your chair closer to him. The arms of the chair inches away from the desk trapping you, he was now stood between your parted legs, forced open from the speed of the chairs movement. His waist was at eye level, but your eyes looked out of the window, the clock, the painting of some lake on the wall, anywhere but straight ahead.

His finger stroked over your cheek softly, under your chin. Tilting your face up to look at him, you saw his eyes glisten. His mouth slightly open as he traced your lips with his thumb. Pulling your mouth open, his own lips parted a little further.

"Such a small mouth y/n..."

You couldn't respond, his thumb locked on your lower jaw, keeping it open.

"Trainable, though. Don't you think?" He released your jaw, stroking your hair gently.

"F-for what, Mr Shelby?"

He chuckled, a small bite of his lower lip. You felt an unfamiliar heat in your abdomen, your breathing becoming shallower. He sensed it too, and it made the heat in his own abdomen spark. The familiar stirring in his groin as he relished in the thought of his own fantasy about to come true.

"Truly innocent, aren't you, sweet y/n. And yet, I find this on your desk..."

The book he handed you made your heart race and your cheeks were quite simply on fire now. Thirty seconds and you'd be nothing more than an ash pile on the floor.

A white book of Victorian Erotica stories was in your hands.

Your book.

Stolen from your older sister a week ago, and you'd been reading it daily ever since. You couldn't put it down - the stories were so intense, so awful, so erotic.. you'd brought it to work with you this morning to continue the chapter you'd started the night before.

He must have found it when you went downstairs to make his coffee this morning...

"I... I'm..."

"No, no, y/n. No I don't want an apology. Not in the slightest."

"Then you want to embarrass me?" You choked.

"Not that either."

"Then why, Mr Shelby?"

"Firstly, today you may call me Tommy. Secondly..."

You gulped.. in fear? Anticipation? Anxiety?

"Reading about it is one thing. Acting on it is another thing entirely."

"Acting on it?"

"Have you made yourself cum reading this? Sat at your desk, fingers probing your tight little hole while your eyes cast over the lust written in these pages?"

You weren't sure what the feeling in your chest and stomach was, if you were honest. What was he talking about?

"My sweet y/n, you've never... Oh my girl I've got some work to do here, haven't I?"

"Tell me.. did you read the part where young Philip cums over Celia's breasts?"

Your hands were shaking, your legs felt like jelly, but you nodded.

"How did you feel reading that? Hot?"

"Yes..."

"A throbbing feeling between your legs?"

"Yes.."

He took the book and flicked it open, reading an excerpt from the scene in question.

"Celia's hand slid over the tip of Philip's thick, veiny cock.. stretching her fingers as wide as they would go..." He glanced at you, sitting rather uncomfortably in your seat.

"Her left hand rolled his heavy balls around her fingers, the motion of her right hand sliding gently over the tip, already leaking, back down to the base, squeezing the shaft slightly..."

You couldn't stop the small whine leaving your lips. The throb he talked about earlier was back, and once again you had no idea how to get rid of it. He smirked, but continued.

"The twitch of his cock let her know he was close.. his balls tightening under her teasing fingers..."

You tried to cross your legs, but his knees stopped you. He placed the book down, and leaned over you, one hand resting on the arm of the chair, his other hand tracing fine lines over your blouse.

"Acting on it is another thing, entirely," he repeated, standing back upright. He guided your head, tilting it down slightly. You could clearly see the thick outline of his cock, hard and visibly throbbing through his trousers. You gasped, and tried to look away, but he held your head in place.

"Kindly remove my trousers, Y/n, they've suddenly become rather uncomfortable."

You tried to pull away, but he refused to let go. Taking another deep breath, your fingers worked on his belt buckle, button and fly. You fumbled a couple of times, but by the way he stroked your cheek and hair so softly, he clearly wasn't annoyed.

"Pull them down to my knees, please."

You inched them down, thick, black pubic hair showing with each inch revealed, before you stopped. The base of his shaft suddenly visible, and you felt more nervous than you ever had before.

He encouraged your hands to pull his trousers down further, and his hard, thick length was suddenly right in your line of sight. Rigid and firm, inches from your face. He guided your hand slowly from his waistband up, and felt you pull away.

"Everything that is going to happen in this room, right now, has been in my fantasies for months y/n. I've lost count of the times I've stroked myself, thinking of your sweet lips around my cock, your hand pumping my shaft until I cum over those pretty tits..."

"Y-you have?"

"Twice a day, most days. But my hand... It isn't nearly enough..."

You allowed yourself to relax a little as he lifted it closer.. your fingers wrapped around him as he continued his guidance. Sliding your grip over him.

You felt your core clench at the sounds he made, his hand now gone, leaving you to play alone.

"Bring your other hand up.. remember that scene you liked so much?" He groaned, and you pumped a little harder. Your left hand cupped his balls, experimenting with different squeezes, little pulls. You saw his hands gripping the side of the desk, and glanced up to watch his face. His lips pursed together, eyes half lidded, deep, heavy breaths from his lips.

"You're doing so well.. so good y/n.. a little faster now.."

"Like this, Tommy?"

He groaned harder, his hips starting to buck a little into your hand.

"That's it.. that's exactly... It..." He managed between gasps and little pants, and your story came to life. His cock twitching, his balls tightening..

You felt liquid, hot and thick, between your legs. Pooling into your underwear.. that never happened before, but it didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Are you.. are you going to..?"

"Going to what, y/n?"

You blushed.. hand stilling a little.

"Say it.. want to.. ah...hear you say it... Mm.."

"Are you going to cum, Tommy?" You said quickly, quietly, and he bucked into your hand again.

"Louder.."

Taking a deep breath, you pumped against his shaft faster, tugged at his tight balls a little harder.

"Are you going to cum, Mr Shelby?"

His grunt deepened in volume, and you felt his cock throb in your hand, making you pause.

"Don't stop, don't fucking stop y/n... Oh fuck don't stop..." A loud grunt from his chest, and ribbons of white cream erupted from the slit at the top of his cock - some of it landing on your skirt, most of it sliding over your fingers and wrist. He slowed your hand as he finished released his seed, heavy breaths and gentle groans coming from him as he calmed.

"Perfect.. just perfect."

He took a tissue from a box on his desk, and cleaned his cum from your hand, bending down to clean off your skirt. His hand sliding over the wet patch near the top of your thigh. You felt your body shudder under his touch, even more so when he slid his hand underneath your skirt. Over your inner thigh, parting your legs further. You didn't stop him when his fingers pulled the crotch of your panties to one side, and you felt his fingers slide through your most intimate parts.

His eyes never left yours, his smile keeping you calm and steady. As his fingers stroked higher, you suddenly felt a strong bolt of pure pleasure, like a lightening strike from that spot right through your abdomen. He grinned as your eyes widened and a loud cry left your lips.

"Relax, little one, I'm going to make you feel so good.."

With a trust you didn't realise you had for him, you allowed him to continue. The new sensations running through you were so intense, so intoxicating, you couldn't have stopped him if you tried.

"Such a good girl, y/n, nice and wet for me eh? Is Daddy making you feel good?"

"Y... Yes... Oh.."

"That's it, don't hold your breath, relax..." You exhaled the breath you didn't know you were holding and allowed yourself to relax, the pleasure increasing a fee notches as you did.

"Mm... I can feel you throbbing.. you're close. You're gonna cum over Daddy's fingers, aren't you sweet girl?"

You had no idea. All you knew in that moment was the smell of his cologne, and the intense heat in your core. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.

"Please..." You found yourself begging. You felt something, something hot. Hotter than before, and a pressure.

"Let it go, I've got you.."

The release was so powerful, you felt your vision blur and your ears ring. His finger circled around over and over, pressing a little harder as he helped you through your first orgasm. As he watched your breathing deepen, he slowed his fingers, before sliding them down and into you, making you gasp.

"Got to get you ready..." He pushed two fingers in, making your eyes water slightly from the stretch in your virgin hole.

After a few moments of stretching you, he lifted you effortlessly onto his desk. Sitting you where he was standing, he parted your legs fully.

"It's been a while since I've had a virgin pussy clamp around my cock y/n," he said, and you felt the tip of his hard cock sliding over your folds.

"Tommy..." You felt nervous. You wanted this, you'd dreamt of it for so long, but you were scared. "Will it hurt?"

"For a little while, but then it'll feel incredible. You'll cum harder on my cock than you did on my fingers y/n, I'll make sure of it, okay?" The trust he begged of you with his eyes, another gentle stroke of his still wet fingers over your cheek, and you relaxed again. Even as he pushed himself slowly inside you, you didn't tense. His eyes remained locked on yours as he continued his descent into you.

"I need you to stay looking at me, and relax eh?" He spoke so calmly, you felt instantly reassured. He pulled back a little, and suddenly pressed his lips to yours. A passionate kiss, his tongue entwining against yours, before his hips slammed into you. His mouth muffled your cry, your legs wrapping around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders. He stayed still, allowing you time to adjust to the new feeling of complete fullness, waiting for your pussy to relax enough for him to move.

"Shh... It's okay... I've got you, I've got you..." He whispered against your lips, his breath tasting like whiskey and cigarettes, mixed with the smell of his cologne and you felt yourself relax.

"Good girl..." He gave a small thrust, followed by another, and the pain quickly subsided. Replacing it was a feeling like no other you'd ever felt - complete pleasure coursed through you as his cock slid through your walls.

"Tommy... Oh god..." You buried your face in the crook of his neck, his thrusts coming a little deeper, a little faster.

"Taking my cock so well, little one," his lips on your shoulder, your blouse moved, buttons popping as he ripped it from your body.

That warm feeling was back again, making your core clench, you knew another orgasm was close. He pulled back, looking down to watch his cock sink in and out of you. You watched too, mesmerised. He brought your hand between you and guided you to that spot he'd found moments ago.

"Stroke it for me, just like I did... little circles," his hips rutted into you as you stroked the small bundle, the soaring heat climbing higher. He lifted your legs, hands under your knees, the new angle hitting differently - you felt a gush of warm liquid flow through you as your head fell back. Your body bouncing back and forth as he fucked you towards a second orgasm, quickly rocking through your body as your legs began to shake.

"Oh yes... That's it, cum on my cock y/n, squeeze my cum from me..."

"Tom! Don't stop, please don't stop," your fingers moved faster, before that pressure inside you released again and you came, crying his name as you did.

The combination of hearing his name, and feeling your walls flutter around him, sent him over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, y/n... Gonna fill this virgin pussy full.." his upper body shook as he gave a loud grunt, and you felt his cum flow inside you. A warm, intense sensation as his cock pumped and throbbed it's seed deep.

He kissed you again, feeling his cock soften between your legs as his lips tenderly brushed over yours. His thumb moved back to your lower jaw, pulling it as open as he could.

"You'll need to work on stretching this tiny mouth of yours, y/n," he grinned.

"Why?"

"Because we haven't got to my favourite scene yet..."

[cillspropertea]

No Fucking Way

Chapter 5: Tiny gates and heels.

Synopsis: Y/N finds herself in a unique situation where her heart wants to believe everything but her mind wants her to repress herself to prevent heartbreak. The love of her life is miraculously close enough to touch but everything stops with the question, “Is any of this real?”

 Authors note: I apologize beforehand to how medically incompatible this story will be, as I am not a professional doctor, just a fanfic writer with an idea she cannot contain in her head anymore. So, please, bear with me.

   The test results weren’t expected before midnight, but ‘our’ flight was at 6:30 in the morning so Marie had decided to utilize our time by packing up my stuff at ‘home’. Yes, our flight. Cillian had bought my ticket and upgraded Mom and Marie’s tickets to first class as well. And yes, home. My home apparently. We were in my ‘husbands’ car right now, which was being driven by his driver. “It’s good to have you back Mrs. Murphy.” He’d greeted. There was that name again. It made me happy and sad at the same time.  

    The conversation with Marie had been a revelation. I had to share the details with Dr. Sophie or any other Doctor I was going to consult in Istanbul. Plus I had to know what had happened at the night of the accident. Everyone was being so tight lipped about it. I hope they understood that it was only making me more curious. Even my phone was wiped out. Everything deleted and wiped before it was handed over to me. Only the wallpaper remained and my contacts.

    Thinking about having to talk to Cillian, one on one, was giving me tingles in my stomach. I had practiced for a bit in front of the bathroom mirror before getting out. I had seen myself, completely, for the first time after getting out of the hospital. I had lost a lot of weight and had some scarring on my body as well, no doubt from the accident. It made me a bit self-conscious knowing that Cillian could even rock a sack if he had to. I had dark circles under my eyes as well, making my face look a bit faint and tired. In simple words, I could go to audition for a Tim Burton live action with the satisfaction that they wouldn’t have had to use a lot of makeup on me. I wondered what Cillian would think of this thought of mine and chuckled.

    Before I knew it we had reached.

   The house wasn’t something I would have thought of buying for myself really. Yet, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of familiarity at all. The moment I had laid my eyes on it, I felt like I had travelled in to a memory. Everything felt slow-motioned. It looked like a house with old bones but a youthful soul. The blinds were drawn so there wasn’t much I could make about the inside of it. The small black gate screeched as I slowly pushed it open and stepped inside.

   ‘I am late! Fuck! He would be so mad at me. I hurriedly park the car and literally run towards the gate. It won’t open! Why isn’t it opening danm it. I look around to make sure no one is watching, especially ‘him’. He would tease me to death if he sees me doing this. And when I’m sure, I simply jump over the tiny gate and almost fall on my butt because of my tight fitted dress and heels. I was wearing them because we are supposed to go on a date right after his friend’s housewarming party here. But before I can ring the bell the door opens…’

     I wobbled and almost fell backwards as I was still in a daze but Cillian had caught me, “Hey! I’ve got you.” He had opened the door even before I could ring the bell. ‘What was that?’ I wondered silently. His hand lingered on my waist as he steadied me. “You okay?” he asked clearing his throat. “Yeah…” my reply was breathier than I wanted it to be. His scent was bothering me again, no, intoxicating has to be the word. It was not just perfume, it was him. Definitely him.

    Marie came and Cillian greeted her and let us both in.

    The house was beautiful from the inside as well. Cozy, warm and inviting. The color blue could be found almost on every inch of the place, with accents of gold and beige. It was casual with a strong lacing of extravagance and elegance. I loved it instantly.

    “Oh my! I never thought I would see you in this hallway again Mrs. Murphy!” an old lady with an apron around her waist rushed towards me and clasped my hands. Cillian gave her a look which made her nod and move back. “This is Grace umm… the housekeeper and cook.” He announced to me of course. Grace looked at me expectantly, as if she was waiting for me to say, ‘April’s fool’ in November. “Hello Grace. It’s lovely to meet you.” My words made her flinch. A look of disappointment crossed her face before she gathered herself. “Likewise.” She said curtly and went into the kitchen mumbling something I could not catch. We went and sat in the living room.

    You know how every house has its own fragrance? This one had one too. But the only name I could give it would be ‘déjà vu’. It felt like something very nearly in my minds grasp but not quite. Grace brought in tea on a trolley but I refused it. All of this was making my stomach churn. The last thing I wanted to do is puke all over Cillian’s beautiful house. “Did you talk to Ashton? Is he okay with having Y/N over?” Cillian asked Marie, once again pretending like I wasn’t just sitting right in front of him, “’Cuz if he is not, I can arrange a separate…” “Oh no Cillian. Ashton said it was absolutely fine. We would just have to keep it a secret from Ashton’s mother. You know how she is right?” Cillian simply nodded with raised brows, “Oh I do! I remember her fits of fury on your wedding quite well.” I kept looking between them. This was exactly what I’d always wanted. I wouldn’t have survived this long if my sister hadn’t supported and guided me throughout my life. So naturally whenever we’d discuss our ‘ideal man’, one of my most valued qualities was him having a good relationship with Marie. Because it was a fact that I wouldn’t ever ditch my sister, especially not for a guy and she had pledged the same. But right now, looking at them like this did not feel great. I was lost. It was as if I did not even exist. They did not even need me to have a genuine conversation.

     I know in my head that I’m being irrational and silly but my eyes water up. “I need to use the restroom.” I should have asked Cillian but I looked at Marie instead. If he wants to ignore me than two can play this game. “Of course.” She instantly stood up and led me towards a bathroom under the stairs. I washed my face and breathed in and out slowly. I needed to get a grip on my emotions again. I could feel the leash slipping away. Wiping my face with a towel I went out, but instead of joining my husband and sister I decided to look around a bit. It was ‘my home’ after all, wasn’t it?

    Walking up the blue carpeted stairs, I found myself in a long stretched hallway with framed glass windows on one side. There were at least five bedroom doors. I started with the first one on my left. It was a standard bedroom, obviously not used much. The furniture mostly covered with sheets and plastic. The same happened with the two other doors. But when I tried to open the fourth one, it wouldn’t open. I tried to open it a couple of times but it still did not budge. Strange. The one in the end of the hallway was a store room of sorts.

    Boxes and packages covered in dust were roughly placed inside the dark, windowless room.

Just when I was about to close it and turn, a figure in the beginning of the hallway almost made me shit my pants. I yelped, “Fucking hell!” Cillian chuckled, “I was wondering where you’ve gone.” I blushed, he’d caught me snooping around in his house. “I was just looking around.” I said, trying to explain. “It was quite obvious I wasn’t included in your conversation with Marie.” I said looking straight into his eyes. It was pretty clear he couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Like Marie said, he has to be tired of waiting for me by now. A successful actor like him could get anyone he wanted in a blink of an eye. “That is not true.” He said staring right back at me matching the ferocity and answering my painful thoughts even, sort of. “Technically it was you we were talking about.” Hmm, “Technically you are right I suppose” ”You can look around all you want.” ‘It is your house too…’ he did not say it but I knew he was thinking it. The look he gave me made me look away. He gradually walked towards me and when I was certain he was about to touch me his hand slid behind me to open the door next to me, the one I hadn’t seen yet. “After you.” His smile was full of flirty mischief as he invited me to ‘our’ bedroom.              

[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 2,947

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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Cillian’s POV

Shortly after Denise got home from her rather miserable date with Jeremy, Cillian went to bed. It was only 9 o’clock but he thought that he would spend some time finishing reading the book he had started to read two nights ago.

The problem was that, even when he tried hard to focus on the content of the book, he couldn’t.

His mind was overrun with guilt about what had happened between you all so suddenly and unexpectedly and he still wasn’t so sure why he had given into you so easily. It was almost like he had lost all of his self-control in that moment.

This kind of behaviour was unusual for him. Usually, he would have been more sensible than this. After all, he was 45 and never had a one-night stand in his entire life.

Would you share this with anyone?

Probably not, he thought. He had known you for a while and you weren’t the type of woman who was actively seeking attention. You were always somewhat nerdy and a bit of loner. For years, he had known you to be sensible and he always liked that you were looking out for his daughter Denise. You were more mature than her and were always somewhat shy and reserved.

With this in mind, he was even more surprised by your actions. You seducing him the way you did seemed out of character for you which made him nervous.

Did you have feelings for him?

He certainly hoped that you didn’t. For him, this was nothing but sex and he would hate to give you the feeling that it was something more. He didn’t want to hurt you.

He should never have given into you. He knew that it was wrong and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he acted so selfishly because, in his mind, this was exactly what it was. An act of selfishness.

You were young and clearly inexperienced which made this whole thing even worse. It was obvious to Cillian that you hadn’t been with many men before and he felt as though he took advantage of you even despite the fact that you were the one who made a move on him. He should have stopped you.

The fact that he is seeing someone else in Manchester didn’t help either and, whilst it wasn’t anything serious or exclusive, it felt wrong to him to be intimate with you which, in his own mind, brought him to another dilemma all together.

Why didn’t he use protection when he slept with you?

He knew that he could have simply walked into his son’s bedroom and find what he needed. But he didn’t. Instead, he was so consumed by lust that he forgot all about the need to be play it safe. Of course, he always reminded his adult children about the importance of protection and yet, he failed to adhere to his own rules.

Whilst he knew that you didn’t have many sexual partners and any risk associated with contracting STDs was somewhat low, he worried that you weren’t on birth control.

Why on earth didn’t he at least ask you about it? Was it too late to ask you now? Why did you make him pull out?

WHAT THE FUCK HAD HE DONE???

He panicked and he knew he had to talk to you in order to ease his mind.

YOUR POV

After you listened to Denise about her date gone wrong and what an asshole Jeremy actually was, you also made your way to bed. You felt terrible for her but knew that she would meet someone else who would make her happy and treat her well.

But her date with Jeremy wasn’t the only thing you felt terrible about. Even more so, you felt terrible about sleeping with her father which you knew was wrong and yet, you tried to justify it in your head.

Why did you act so selfishly and gave into your sexual needs?

This was something you had never done before. You were rather careful when it came to getting yourself involved with guys.

You had taken a liking in your friend’s father several years ago when you were 19. But then, it was just a silly crush you thought.

When you heard about his divorce however, you began to fantasise about him in your sleep and this was simply a fantasy you had finally acted upon.

This, however, didn’t change the fact that he was your friend’s father.

Would she mind if she knew?

Maybe she wouldn’t. She might just think that you are disgusting for sleeping with her dad but, in the end of the day, you are two consenting adults.

Why couldn’t you stop even when you realised that what you were doing was wrong?

When you made the first move it was almost like you were in a trance. You were overwhelmed. You wanted every bit of it but you never experienced sex quite like this. It was intense and he certainly knew what he was doing.

Whilst Cillian was much older than you, you were extremely attracted to him. Everything about him was perfect in your mind and he felt incredible when he was inside you.

You wanted so much more and thought that, perhaps, if it was just sex, it wasn’t wrong after all.

Together Again

Just as those thoughts raced through your mind, you heard a quite knock on the door.

Thinking that it was Denise, you didn’t bother to cover up as you were sitting on the guest bed in black cotton panties and a tight cotton singlet.

To your surprise, however, it wasn’t Denise who walked into the guestroom when you called out ‘come in’. It was Cillian.

His chin dropped as soon as he saw you. For some reason, he took a liking in your rather simple but yet revealing outfit, your messy hair and your black framed reading glasses.

‘Hey’ you simply said shyly as he was standing there speechless.

‘Hey’ he responded, swallowing harshly before telling you that he needed to talk to you.

‘Sure’ you said, putting the magazine down which you were reading along with your reading glasses. Then, you scooted over on the bed and indicated to him to sit down next to you.

His scent was intoxicating. He was freshly showered and his hair was still wet but you could still smell a hint of his aftershave on him.

‘So, what do you want to talk about?’ you asked without bothering to cover up your naked skin and you could see Cillian’s mind working overtime while the tension was building.

‘About what happened between us’ he then stammered while he observed your eyes wandering towards where they shouldn’t. But, you couldn’t help it and, when you noticed that he was reacting to your presence, you bit your lips seductively.

‘What happened between us was just sex. It’s not a big deal. People have sex all the time and you can trust me Cillian. It will remain our little secret’ you said in a seductive voice while moving your hand over Cillian’s upper thigh, through the hairs on his exposed skin and then all the way towards the rim of his boxers.

‘Y/N’ he barely managed to stammer, swallowing harshly.

‘Yes Cillian?’ you then smirked, noticing the effect you were having on him and moving your hand farther up his legs and beneath his boxers where you began to stroke his cock.

‘You are so hard’ you then whispered as you received no response from him other than a groan and, just as you did, Cillian took hold of you and pushed you beneath him in one swift movement.

Without words, Cillian’s warm lips met yours in a passionate kiss. The kiss was more urgent than before and you loved the way he asserted his dominance as his tongue circled around yours.

He felt such desire for you that he thought he would explode and, whilst he was normally quite vocal, every word he tried to say and every question he was going to ask you, were caught in his throat.

Wrapping your arms round him you ran your hands up and down his firm back as your mouths ground together. Sucking on each other's lips and plunging your tongues into each other’s mouth.

You couldn’t believe how wonderful it was to be kissed in such an experienced, almost sophisticated way and Cillian was marvelling at how someone so young could have learned to kiss so well.

Within split seconds and in between heated kisses, Cillian’s t-shirt and your singlet landed on the floor.

It wasn’t long until Cillian’s mouth left yours and began to wander over your firm breasts and then all the way down to your stomach which is where they came to a halt.

He interlocked his fingers with your panties and pulled them down, letting them join the other clothes on the floor before his head gracefully disappeared in between your legs.

‘It goes without saying, but you need to be quiet’ Cillian chuckled and you barely managed to nod before you covered your own mouth with the palm of your hand as Cillian dipped his tongue straight into your wetness.

‘Oh god yes’ you whimpered quietly as the rasping roughness of his tongue slid along your velvety wetness and sent enormous tremors through you.

You had little experience of either, receiving or, giving oral sex. In your world of mainly inexperienced boys, it was hardly on the agenda as they were generally too keen to get their rocks off to worry overly about your pleasure. In any case in the usually rushed episodes in the back of cars or downstairs with parents in bed there was hardly the time let alone the opportunity for languid pussy licking or sensual cock sucking. In the world of the forty-five year-old man lying between your opened legs, however, it very much was on the agenda and he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did.

You moaned loudly as you were holding Cillian’s head in both hands as he licked the length of your pussy. He did it slowly with just the right amount of pressure making sure that the tip of his tongue fully anointed both lips and licked just inside them on that especially sensitive area.

When you moaned a little too loudly again, he reminded you to be quiet just before he sucked and kissed you again, covering every inch of the outside of your pussy before pushing the straightened tip of his tongue inside and probing upwards licking the insides as he started to tongue fuck you.

‘This feels so fucking good’ you stammered, legs shaking and quivering while Cillian held you tightly and it wasn’t long until you reached an orgasm which sent convulsions through your body.

You moaned a little too loud again as your whole body tingled and felt tender to the touch and tears of pleasure and relief, with a tinge of guilt, poured down your cheeks.

‘That was amazing’ you eventually huffed out as you slowly came down from your high and Cillian kissed his way back up your body until his lips reached yours.

‘You taste so fucking good’ he then whispered into your ear after your lips drifted apart and, just as he did, you reached in between his legs and began stroking his cock which was still rock hard.

‘I want to feel you inside me again…please…just once more’ you begged and the sound of you begging alone made Cillian groan.

‘Fuck Y/N…I want you so much’ he whispered as he pulled down his boxers and his wiggling body urged your legs to open so that his cock lay between your thighs with the bulbous end of it pressed against your lips.

‘Then take me’ you groaned marvelling at the fact your friend's dad was about to fuck you.

With the tip of his cock just slightly parting the lips of your pussy and his arms round your body with his hands gripping your taught bum he muttered something you couldn’t understand. It was obvious to you that his mind was hardly able to accept what was happening. Nonetheless, he wanted it so badly and, with a shrug of his hips, he sank his cock deep into your gorgeously tight and wonderfully welcoming pussy.

‘Oh god yes, Cillian’ you groaned as your fingernails were digging into his back.

He pushed himself in as far as it would go, eliciting more groans from you which he had to quickly silence with his lips.

You felt light-headed and deliriously happy. You also felt very filled. Cillian was bigger than the other guys you had been with and you loved the feeling of being stretched. The folds of skin that guard your clit seemed to be open and that so sensitive place felt to be exposed, so as Cillian started moving slowly up and down it was as though his cock was rubbing on it. You had never felt anything like it before. Just as you had never felt like cumming when a man's cock had only been inside you for a few moments.

Somehow, however, you managed to delay your release just a little bit longer, enjoying as Cillian thrusted into you hard and deep until, eventually, the inevitable happened.

‘Let go, there is no need to hold back’ Cillian reassured you and, just as he did, you allowed your orgasm to wash over you.

‘Oh god Cillian, fuck’ you shouted out and he quickly covered your mouth with his hand as he continued to thrust into and watched you lose control.

Your legs were shaking once again as you gave in and, when you finally came down, Cillian pulled out of you.

Thinking that he was done and that he wanted you to proceed as before, you scooted up but, to your surprise, Cillian pulled you on top of him instead.

‘Your turn to take what you need Y/N’ Cillian whispered and you couldn’t help but shiver at his words. He wanted you on top and that was yet another first for you.

‘You can cum again’ he then said but you couldn’t help but shake your head.

‘I don’t think I can, but I am willing to try’ you smirked. He had already given you four orgasms that day which were four more orgasms than anyone else before him had given you.

‘I bet you can’ he then winked and you nodded shyly before taking his hard cock into your hand and lining it up with your entrance.

‘I will be sore tomorrow I think’ you whispered as, with a moan, you sank down on his hard cock.

‘Yes, you will be’ Cillian chuckled as, all of a sudden, he thrusted upwards and deep into your mound, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

Once again, he covered your mouth with his hand as you began to ride him.

‘You feel so fucking good, you know that?’ Cillian groaned as you began to move up and down on his hard shaft. He certainly had become vocal now and you loved it.

‘So tight around my cock’ he then groaned as he met your thrusts and he could hear you starting to whimper.

‘Oh god…yes, fuck my pussy’ you moaned quietly, holding his hand and keeping it near your mouth while sucking on his fingers.

‘Cum inside me Cillian. I want to feel it. Fill me with your cum’ you then demanded as you began to ride his cock harder and faster and, by this point, Cillian had lost all self-control.

The dirty talk, the tightness of your pussy and the way your lips played with his fingers was too much for him.

‘Cum with me Cillian’ you then moaned as you let go and so did he.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes…fuck’ you groaned as such amazing feelings flooded your body and you felt him push into you as far as he could go.

‘Fuck Y/N’ grunted as you both climaxed simultaneously and you soared to a height of pleasure you had never previously experienced when Cillian’s cock exploded sending streams of his cum into you.

‘Oh god that was amazing’ you eventually huffed out when you both stopped moving.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian grunted almost at the same time before his eyes shot open and he saw your satisfied smile.

Carefully, you climbed off him, releasing his cock from your tight pussy before you sat down on the bed next to him.

You spread your legs and, with curious eyes, you looked down on yourself and watched some of Cillian’s cum leak from your core.

‘That feels so fucking good…so warm and wet’ you observed as you collected some of his cum with your finger and brought it to your mouth while Cillian cocked an eyebrow, wondering what you were doing.

‘Uhm…?’ Cillian chuckled, watching you almost speechlessly but yet somewhat turned on.

‘I never had a guy cum inside me but this is so fucking sexy’ you observed with a laugh before reshuffling yourself and collapsing into his arms.

‘Yeah, about that…’ Cillian went on to say…

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[duskowithapen]

Five Times Eve Baird Said Jump

Fandom: The Librarians

Relationship: Platonic Eve Baird and Cassandra Cillian

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CILLIAN

Cass thought that the whole ‘jumping from a great height’ was just a one-time thing. It wasn’t. At least she had something softer to land on than Ezekiel did. Originally for Writer’s Month Day 13: Music

“Why can’t I ever go to a museum for normal reasons!” Eve lamented, and Cassandra hid a wince.

“Uh…”

“Don’t answer that!” Eve snapped, banging on the locked door once more before turning around to survey the cramped storage room. “Alright, please tell me that you worked out exactly how that grave robber was controlling the rock dudes?”

“Dr Nair’s not a grave robber, he’s an archaeologist,” Cass explained, “And as far as I can tell, the lute is like a remote. Playing the right notes in the right order wakes the shabti up, and then another set of notes makes them obey the player.”

“Archaeologists are just legal grave robbers,” Eve muttered as she started pulling at a half-open cabinet. Cassandra took her place at the door, leaning down to look at the lock. It’s times like this that she wished Ezekiel was here.

The Clipping’s Book had sent her and Eve to the Grand Egyptian Museum. It wasn’t finished yet – the building was mostly completed bar the outside cosmetic stuff, but the interior and exhibits still had a lot of work to be done on them before the grand opening. The article had been about the newest archaeological find that was to be the crowning piece of the opening – the largest collection of intact shabti, life sized and incredibly detailed, along with intact musical instruments and scrolls containing Pashedu’s dissertations on magic. It was those dissertations that put them into this mess. Eve and Cass had only been in the museum for maybe ten minutes, dodging escaping construction workers and archivists before being caught by the shabti and their master.

Dr Rashida Nair, the main archaeologist in charge of the dig, had been quite upset with how his finds were being treated and accredited. None of his colleagues believed in the myths of Heka’s Lute – a 19th Dynasty instrument given to artesian Pashedu. The deity of magic, before Isis gained that domain, was so impressed with the mans’ skill that he granted Pashedu the ability to bring them to life with the lute. Dr Nair decided to prove his colleagues wrong and regain Pashedu’s dissertations at the same time. Cass had been able to decipher that much from Dr Nair’s research notes before the man himself found them.

A loud crash shocked Cass out of her reverie. Eve stood before the cabinet, now on its side, with hands on her hips. In the wall, almost level with the ceiling and almost two metres over Eve’s head, was an air duct. “What do you say to getting out of here, Cass?”

She walked to Eve’s side and frowned. “Uh, I don’t know if I can get up there.” While she’d become a lot fitter in her time as a Librarian – thanks to her drill sergeant of a Guardian – she wasn’t exactly a gymnast.

“You can if you climb on my shoulders,” Eve said, already crouching.

That was easier said than done.

Cass wobbled on Eve’s shoulders, feet wrapped around her back and fingers probably holding onto the blonde hair a lot harder than necessary. “I really don’t feel very comfortable up here!” Her mind immediately flickered to all the ways this could go wrong – how injured they would both get if she fell – what would happen if they landed on the corner of the cabinet –

“I’m not going to drop you, Red. Trust me.” Eve still sounded way too nonchalant as she stepped onto the cabinet, hands wrapped around Cass’ calves. “If you stand, do you think you could unscrew the vent?”

She squinted. “Yeah, I’d just need something like…” One of Eve’s hands moved away from her leg, making her yelp, and reappeared with a Swiss army knife.

“This?”

“Yes, that’s perfect!” Cass squealed and waved her arms as Eve’s hands grabbed her feet and pushed upwards. After a moment, she recovered enough to press her hands against the wall and look down. Eve glanced up with a smirk.

“You gotta stand on my shoulders, Red.”

“But you could give me a little more warning first,” Cass grumbled. Eve’s hands stayed around her calves as she balanced on strong shoulders. She started on the screws, dropping each one into her pocket.

“I really need to get you your own pocketknife, same with Stone, if he doesn’t already. Everyone should have one. Although I’m pretty sure Jones has it covered with his lock picks…”

Cass pulled out the final screw and tugged at the vent grille, almost dropping it in surprise. It was lighter than she thought it would be. Carefully, almost overbalancing, she balanced it on top of the cabinet further in the corner. “Alright, now what?”

“Now, we crawl.” Eve grabbed Cass’ feet again and pushed.

She yelped. The air vent seemed a lot smaller now that she was trying to climb into it. It took a lot of wiggling to get herself in there, since the duct was only about five centimetres wider than her shoulders on either side. Once her legs were in, Cass twisted onto her side as best as she could and looked back. “Again with the no warning!”

There was a huff of laughter. “Sorry, Red!”

“How are you going to get up?”

Eve didn’t answer. Cass heard a handful of footsteps, a bang of shoe against metal, a grunt and suddenly there were hands on the edge of the vent. A couple of soft thuds reverberated through the wall as Eve used her feet to help propel herself upwards, before her face appeared in the opening. As Eve pulled herself the rest of the way in, Cass took a moment to admire the play of light and shadows against the muscles of her arms. Even though she sees Eve as an older-sister/mother figure, she could still appreciate a strong woman – she’d always been a little weak for them.

After a moment of struggle, Eve was fully in the vent, blocking the light with her broader shoulders. “Okay. Cass? Think you could work out how to get to the roof from here? I’m pretty sure Nair’s got a helicopter up there – the rock dudes were taking the scrolls upstairs, not down.”

“Well, the room they put us in was on the ground floor, south side based on how the light was coming in through the windows as we passed…” Cass mused to herself. In the close confines of the vent, she couldn’t indulge in the full extent of her synaesthesia, but she could still see the building floor plans Ezekiel had found for her. He’d been bitter about being kept back by the cold he’d gained from his and Eve’s dip into the Indian Ocean, but he could still hack into the museums systems. “Considering the building layout, the size of the lower exhibition halls, the current level of construction and the position of the loading dock compared to where we are… if we head straight along this duct, then take the second – no, third left, that will lead us to the larger main vent that runs straight from the main lobby of the museum to the loading dock. They haven’t finished the north wall, so the vent will open up there. We can get out and use the outer scaffolding to reach the roof. That should stop Dr Nair or the shabti from noticing us.”

A hand clasped her ankle for a moment. “Well, lead on Red. Let’s go stop a grave robber.”

As the two started army crawling through the vents, Cass heard Eve mutter – “I honestly thought I’d be dealing with mummies when I said that…”

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Cass had a much better appreciation for Ezekiel if this is what he went through on some of his heists. She was regretting wearing a short-sleeved top now, with her elbows red and raw from the crawl through the vents, and her knees aching under her tights. Eve seemed to be faring better, but the back of her shirt was damp with sweat, and there were bleeding grazes up the back of her upper arms. She’d saved Cass from falling a dozen metres into a ventilation shaft leading to the basement when she hadn’t noticed the gap in the vent. The grazes came from her lunge to catch Cass’ waist, and then the desperate pull upwards. They’d both been a lot more careful after that.

Eve nudged her. “Ready to start climbing?”

Looking up, Cass swallowed. The scaffolding resembled a fire escape – metal platforms connected by ladders – but a lot skinnier and creakier. “No,” she sighed, “But we’re going to be doing it anyway.”

The climb wasn’t as nerve wracking as Cass thought it would be. Eve climbed up after her, in case she slipped, and as long as she didn’t look down, it was almost fun. Partway up, as they inched across a beam to get to the next ladder, Eve tapped her. “Hey Red, what’s that?”

Cass squeezed past the pillar of large orange buckets and smiled. “It’s a waste thing, I think. Jake was telling me about them. It’s so that the builders can send waste down without having to carry it – kinda like a garbage disposal.” The long tube was made out of buckets as wide as the chutes had been inside, all stacked together with the bottoms removed.

“Huh.”

Then they cleared the last ladder.

The building was shaped vaguely like an angled rectangle. The back of the museum was wider than the front, and the connected front courtyard extended far enough to make the entire thing look like a triangle without the point. The roof itself was made up of six upward-angled roof sheets, running perpendicular to the front of the museum, resembling a fan. In the middle was a row of concrete sheets, splitting the museum into front and back and angled opposite to the rest of the roof. This was where Dr Nair had set up his helicopter. A line of shabti holding scrolls were slowly climbing out of a maintenance hatch under the musical instructions of the doctor.

Eve tapped her. “Okay, if I make a distraction, do you think you could get the lute off the doctor and, I don’t know, turn the shabti off?”

Cass frowned. “Maybe… Magic tends to follow the concept of duality, so if I play the activation notes backwards, it should stop the shabti.”

“Should? I don’t like should.” Despite her joking tone, Eve looked concerned.

“I am relatively sure. Worst case, it does nothing.”

“If it doesn’t work, you might need to break the lute,” Eve said after a moment. She spoke over Cassandra’s protests. “I know, preserving history and all that, but we need to stop these shabti, so let’s hope that your music theory works.”

“Alright…” The reverse notes would work – just like the natural world, magic follows a set of rules, and according to those rules all Cass would have to do was reverse the notes. She liked rules. They were like quadratic equations or linear functions – they had one right answer. No grey areas.

“Anyway, I’m going to head to the other side of the roof – once I get to that roof section there,” here, Eve pointed at the section one space from the furthest edge, “I want you to head along this side and duck behind the raised section the helicopter’s on. Once I see you there, I’ll distract the shabti long enough for you to get the lute.” There was a pause, and Eve glanced at her from the corner of her eye. “Are you going to be okay getting the lute?”

Cass knew Eve was thinking about the last time Cass played distraction, and the injury she’d gotten. Frustration made her tone sharper. “I’ll be fine Eve. I can handle one archaeologist.”

A calming hand rested on her shoulder. “I know you can Cass. I just – I’m always going to worry about you. Same with Jones and Stone. Same with Jenkins, same with Flynn. You guys are my charges. I’ll always be concerned.”

“I know that,” Cass responded, “But you’re also going to have to trust us to do our job. I can handle this.”

Eve gave her a sharp nod and breathed in deep. “Alright. Remember, wait until I get to that fifth section, and then go.”

The two women split, and Cass watched with envy as Eve steadily, gracefully, crept along the edge of the roof. The second her feet hit the fifth section, Cass was off. Her steps may not have been quite as sure, but she still made a steady pace towards the helicopter. Dr Nair wasn’t paying attention to anything but the scrolls and his lute, fingers picking at the strings almost absentmindedly as he barked orders at the shambling shabti. The sound of heavy stone feet hitting the concrete roof masked any noise Cass could make. Hidden behind the last section, she wondered about what kind of distraction Eve would make. Eve always had a gun on her, so maybe she’d shoot something? Or maybe she’d use something else – in her time as Guardian, Eve had learned the importance of not damaging artefacts, so she might try something that wouldn’t harm the shabti. There was some construction stuff on the far edge, perhaps she’d throw something?

As it was, all of Cass’s guesses were way off. Eve sprinted towards the helicopter, not trying to hide her approach in any way. At the last minute, she veered around a shabti, snatched the scroll it held, and sprinted across the roof. As she ran past Cass’s hiding place, Eve shot her a wink.

“Hey, Doctor!” She yelled, “I’m pretty sure this scroll is valuable – be a shame if I tore it!”

“Shabti!” Dr Nair screamed, strumming a rapid tune on the lute, “Stop that woman! Collect the scroll without damage!”

Instantly, the shabti dropped whatever they were holding and ran towards Eve with all the speed they could muster – which, admittedly, wasn’t much.

“I read somewhere that papyrus dissolves in vinegar – maybe I should test it!” Eve yelled in response, darting to the edge of the roof. With a wave, she jumped off the edge. Cass stifled her shock with her hand. Eve is fine, she reassured herself, there’s probably scaffolding on the other side, she’s just jumped down a level or something. She’s fine.

Most of the shabti were gone now, with the last of them only a few metres away. Cass took her chance.

Dr Nair only noticed her arrival as the lute slipped from his hands. It was a surprisingly heavy instrument, Cass noticed as she stumbled away. The doctor lunged at her, but suddenly Eve was there, catching his arms and locking them behind his back.

Not for the first time, Cass wondered what the hell Eve learned in the military.

“Play the notes!” Eve shouted, one eye on the shabti who had reversed their path and were now headed in their direction.

It should be noted that Cass has never really played an instrument before. Once her parents realised how mathematically and scientifically inclined she was, things like the creative arts – music, painting, dancing, drama – all slipped to the wayside. Thankfully, the activation notes for the shabti weren’t the most difficult piece of music to play… and the ancient Egyptian lute only had two strings. Her fingers slid along the long neck of the lute, tassels tickling her arm. Cass winced as the strings tore at her fingers, but that first note still rang out.

The shabti stopped.

Another note, with fingers just a little bit higher. A longer note with fingers closer to the oval-shaped body of the lute. A couple of quick notes – not as quick as the doctor was able to play them, but a close enough facsimile – higher than others played. The whole tune was a discordant mess, given that it was being played backwards, but Cass was pleased to see that it seemed to be working.

As the final note was strummed, the doctor was shocked out of whatever stupor he had fallen into. “You idiots! You’ve destroyed everything!”

Eve hauled him around and let him go, putting herself in between Cass and the archaeologist who was practically frothing at the mouth. “I’m pretty sure the museum will see it just a little differently considering we’ve stopped you from running off with their artefacts.”

Dr Nair laughed hysterically, backing further down the roof. “You have no idea what you’ve done, do you? What you just played wasn’t to turn them off or whatever you thought it was – it was to destroy them.”

Cass’s breath caught in her throat. Magic lies on duality. The activation notes didn’t turn the shabti on, it brought them to life. By reversing the notes… Cass essentially ordered them to die. Spinning around, she saw the shabti, still clustered around them and the helicopter, started to glow. Orange lines etched themselves into the hieroglyphics and filled their eyes. Even as she watched, the orange seemed to grow darker.

Eve grabbed her arm. “Cass, we need to go!”

Further down the roof, the doctor had already gotten to the maintenance hatch – it slammed shut inches in front of Eve’s fingers. She could barely hear Dr Nair’s laughter. A frown pulled at her face. “Well, that was rude.”

Then Cass was being pulled away again, back to where they got to the roof in the first place. Glancing down at the lute still in her hand, she went pale. She had brushed up on a little ancient Egyptian before coming here – and those looked a lot like a countdown etched in glowing orange on the bowl of the instrument. “Uh, Eve?”

“Cass, we need to hurry up!” Eve started to climb down the scaffolding, but Cass pulled her back.

“We’re not going to have time!” She waved the lute closer to her Guardian’s face, and when there was no comprehension, she huffed. “This is a countdown!” And they didn’t have very much time.

Eve glanced down for a second, then to her left. A strange look came over her face. “Cass, we’re going to need to jump.”

My Guardian has gone mad. “Eve, are you crazy?! That’s like a twenty-metre drop!”

“Not if we take the slide.” And then Eve had an arm around her waist and was pulling her over the edge. The thump of their feet hitting the scaffolding made Cass’s teeth rattle. To their left was a bright orange bucket-tube.

“Oh no. No, no, no!” Cass looked on helplessly as Eve guided herself into the tube.

“It’ll be okay Cass. I’ll catch you at the bottom if I need to.” And then Eve was gone. The tube shuddered. There was the echo of Eve crying out in… excitement?

Cass sighed. Of course her Guardian was an adrenaline junkie. A flash of orange caught her eye. There was a curved squiggled shape on the lute. Nine. It changed. Eight. Again. Seven. Cass shuffled into the tube. Held the lute to her chest. Took in a deep breath.

Eve’s voice came from the depths of the tube.

“Just jump Cass!”

She jumped.

At the bottom, she spluttered as she sunk into a sand dune. After a moment, Eve’s smiling face appeared above her with a helping hand. “That was fun, right?”

No one would blame her for immediately tugging her Guardian into the sand and trying to bury her, right?

[lickstynine]

Misadventures of Kit: Chapter Twenty-Nine

written with @ocsickficsideblog

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Kit was snoring away on Siofra’s shoulder when they pulled up in a cobbled drive. They weren’t really in Dublin proper anymore; Siofra’s gran actually lived a little ways north in the village of Malahide. The cottage they parked in front of was old but well-maintained with a thatched roof, ivy and flowers crawling over the walls. Siofra straightened up and elbowed Kit.

“Oi. We’re here.”

Kit snorted and sat up with a jerk, rubbing his eyes. “Hm?”

“We’re in merry old Ireland,” Alistair said. “At the house.”

“How is my hair?” Kit asked, looking in frustration around the back seat. “Ugh, this car doesn’t have passenger mirrors.”

Taddy snickered quietly. “Most cars don’t, sir.”

“Really?” Kit looked surprised, while Siofra shook her head, offering him a hairbrush and mirror from her overnight bag.

“Kit, good god, you are such a snob.”

Kit scowled indignantly. “I am not! I’m just used to nicer cars.” He smoothed his hair in the mirror, handing the brush back to Siofra. “Where did my mascara go?”

“Ye don’t need mascara.” Siofra scoffed, “You’re meetin’ my gran, not the Queen.”

“Kit wears mascara if he’s nipping to the loo,” Alistair said.

Siofra rolled her eyes. “Which bag did ye put it in?”

“Um… my toiletries bag, probably.”

“And which’o these thousand bags is that?” Siofra asked.

Kit paused. “Er… the smallest one, I think.”

“We’ll be here all bloody night,” Alistair groaned.

“I have my mascara.” Siofra offered, fishing in her bag again. “I know it’s probably cheaper’n yours, but I promise I don’t have fleas or nothin’.”

Kit paused. He hadn’t even thought of that — he wasn’t used to hanging out with people who wore makeup (save for Alistair’s emo eyeliner). “Oh. Okay.” He took the mascara from Siofra, tucking his glasses into his breast pocket and holding the mirror inches from his face to make himself up. He had to put the glasses back on to actually see if the mascara looked good, handing the mirror back to Siofra once he was satisfied. “Thank you.”

“Anything to actually get yer skinny arse in the house.” She grinned, kissing his cheek and helping him out of the car. Cillian and Riagán were already gathering luggage from the back, carrying pretty much everything despite the ridiculous number of bags Kit had brought.

“Kit, how much stuff do you need? We’re not moving in,” Alistair said.

“These are my travel bags.” Kit replied matter-of-factly. The only thing he carried was an expensive bottle of wine — he’d had Taddy pick it up while they were at the ball last night — it felt tacky to show up on Christmas without a gift. He had so many layers on, he actually didn’t look cartoonishly skinny for once, but he still shivered in the brisk winter air.

“It’s bloody freezing,” Alistair said, hugging his old jacket around him.

“Then grab yer bags so we can go inside. I gotta get the rest’o Princess’s shit.” Siofra said, slinging Kit’s sleek leather duffle bag over her shoulder. Finny ran happily around the yard, leaving pawprints in the crisp snow. Alistair cheered up and chased Finny, then hurled a snowball at Kit. The older boy shrieked, fumbling with the bottle in his hands.

“Al! You almost made me drop this! And that’s cold!”

“You’re going to be inside in two seconds. This is the point of snow, Kit.”

“Now I’m going to be damp when it melts. Snow is vile.” Kit huffed. Siofra snorted, gathering up the last of his bags and walking past him up to the front door.

“Come on, Princess, time to escape from the ‘vile snow’.” She teased, mimicking his accent. Kit huffed again, but he followed her up the walk.

“Am I going to have to share beds with one of your brothers?” Alistair asked. “How big are the bedrooms? They look like they’ll eat me.”

Siofra snorted. “Nah, we’ve got loads’o sleepin’ bags. There’s only two guest rooms, but nobody’s gotta share beds. The boys will probably share with Dad, an’ we gals can have the other room.”

Kit frowned, feigning offense. “Excuse you! I will not share my room with you commoners!”

“Yeah, right, you’d button yourself into her pyjamas if she was warm,” Alistair scoffed.

“I would not!”

“I mean, you’d probably fit, at least in the baggy ones.” Siofra grinned.

Kit’s cold-flushed cheeks went even redder. “Just knock before I lose my fingers to frostbite.”

“If ye insist, yer majesty.” Siofra banged on the painted front door, and it was promptly opened by an old lady who barely came up to her shoulder. “Hi, Gran! Sorry we’re so late, Kit’s family had a Christmas party yesterday.”

“At least ye had the decency to show up. This makes three years now Brogan can’t be bothered to haul ‘is lot across the pond. ‘Travellin’ at Christmas is too stressful,’ ‘e says. I’ll make ‘is bloomin’ life stressful if ‘e can’t be bothered to visit his own mother.” The old woman muttered, clearly quite annoyed with her son.

“Good to see you too, Gran. Me an’ dad an’ these idiots are always here for ya.” Siofra grinned. “Can we come in? We’ve got a lot’o bags to set down.”

“Oh, right, of course. In ye come, don’t want ye freezin’.” Gran stepped aside, making each of her grandkids lean down to kiss their cheeks as they walked by. Kit and Alistair shuffled in last. “And which o’these lads is yours, Siofra?” She asked, looking both boys up and down through glasses nearly as thick as Kit’s.

“The pretty one.” Siofra replied immediately. Alistair immediately scowled, but didn’t contradict her. Kit tried not to laugh, instead turning to smile at Gran.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My name is Kit, this is my cousin Alistair.” He took a hand off the wine bottle to shake hers, then held the bottle out. “I know this isn’t much, but I wanted to bring something to thank you for having us.”

She took it at once, squinting down her bifocals at the elaborate script on the label. “Not much? It’s been years since I’ve even seen a bottle this nice. You’re more than welcome here!” Gran gave Kit a crinkly smile, and without warning, her arms wrapped around his waist in a friendly hug. He was clearly a little startled, but even Kit couldn’t be scared of a five-foot-nothing eighty-year-old woman. He hugged her back, hoping she would assume he was being gentle with her and not just the weakest grown man she’d ever met. When she let go, he smiled again.

“I really do appreciate you having us, and your home is lovely. My mum used to talk about growing up in a cottage like this…”

“Oh? And where is she from?” Gran asked.

“Pretty near here, actually.” Kit said, “I can never remember the name of the town, but she said it was by Drogheda.”

Gran grinned at him. “That’s not far at all! You’re practically family.”

“I suppose so, yeah.” Kit smiled. He wasn’t sure how to feel — it was strange, but nice, being treated like he was properly welcome. At the same time, he was terrified he might do something wrong and upset Siofra’s family. Without even realizing, he’d started shaking where he stood.

“Are ye alright, dearie? Ye look a bit pale. Ye should have a cake, I just made some.” Gran shuffled off to the kitchen, returning with a tray of tea and cakes.

Alistair had stepped right back and squatted by Finny, scared she’d try to hug him too. He didn’t know how to deal with old people. They always seemed to hate him, since he was rude and loud and clumsy. She set down the tray on the coffee table and squatted next to him.

“What are we hidin’ for?”

It made him jump. “Um, I’m not really hiding, as such. I’m just crap with new people.”

“I’m not new people. I’m old people. Come have a cake.” Gran said. That made Alistair grin a bit, and he generally always did as you said when you offered cake. She stood back up, leading him and Finny into the living room where Kit, Siofra, and Cillian were sitting on the couch, and Riagán sprawled across a sofa chair. They all had tea and cake, though Kit seemed much more interested in his tea, as usual. Alistair sat on the floor with Finny, giving him the odd lick of icing.

Gran smiled at the kids, settling into a rocking chair with her own tea and cake. “Ye said ye were at a party last night? How was it?”

“Er…” Kit wasn’t sure how to explain, but Siofra filled in.

“Posh and snobby, but the food was great. Mostly obnoxious old folk and their bratty offspring.”

Gran shrugged. “Long as they fed ya well.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Siofra grinned. “We shoulda taken pictures, I looked great in that dress…”

“You should wear it to a gig. It’ll look hilarious in that setting,” Alistair said.

Siofra snorted. “If I dressed that nice at a grimy old pub, I'd get mugged on my way out.”

“I’m amazed Kit’s never been mugged. Even me and Jasper were mugged, and Jasper is proud of the fact that he buys clothes in charity shops.”

“I don’t go in the parts of town where people get mugged.” Kit replied flatly.

“Even when you travelled?”

“I don’t… Good question.” Kit furrowed his brow, trying to think. “Maybe?”

“You don’t remember?” Alistair said.

“Honestly? No.” Kit shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you every country I’ve been to if my life depended on it. I certainly don’t remember what I did in every one.”

Gran was staring at him. “How much do you travel, son?”

Kit smoothed his slacks. “Well… not much anymore. There were a few years where I was jet-setting constantly.”

“Jet-settin’? What a fancy lad!”

“Well… I just… it’s not like that.” Kit stared sheepishly at his tea. Siofra snickered.

“He’s the fanciest lad,” Alistair said.

“I can tell! Siofra, ye should keep this one! He can fund the rest of my retirement.” Gran said.

“He could fund a million retirements,” Alistair muttered.

Kit groaned, his cheeks pink. “I’m not that rich. Please stop.”

“Not that rich? Ye own a bloody island!” Siofra cried. Kit hid his face in his hands, while Gran stared at him.

“It’s a lovely island when it’s not full of our family,” Alistair said. “Kit doesn’t like it though.”

“We’d be happy to take it off yer hands.” Gran grinned.

Kit chuckled. “I think Al has already claimed it in my not-yet-existent will.”

“I’d rather mourn you in the tropical sun.”

Kit rolled his eyes, while Gran and the Raffertys laughed. Siofra turned to her grandmother. “Speakin’o sons, where’s yours?”

“Ah, ‘e went to see some old friends on the way back from church. I only let ‘im go cause I didn’t think you’d be here so soon. ‘e shouldn’t be too long.” She explained. “And ‘e should be bringin’ food.”

“Good, I’m starving!” Siofra enthused, and her brothers nodded.

“Well, eat more cake, then. I didn’t bring it out to sit here and get stale!” Gran told them.

“We don’t have to go to church, though, do we?” Alistair groaned. “I had enough of that growing up.”

“We already went today, so yer blasphemous arse is free.” Gran smirked.

“My heathen arse is grateful.”

“Kids always are.” Gran shook her head, but she clearly wasn’t actually upset about him missing church.

“Do we have to go to midnight mass?”

Gran shook her head. “I’m too old for all’o that. I wanna be drinkin’ in my pyjamas at midnight.”

“Perfect,” Alistair said, nodding. She smiled at him.

“What do you boys usually do at Christmas?”

“Avoid our family at all cost.” Kit replied.

“Mooch off other families. I’ll need to Skype my fiancé on Christmas Day.”

“That’s today, lad. You’ll want to get on that.” Gran said. Siofra snickered.

“You know what I mean. When he’ll be awake.”

She gave him a strange look. “It’s afternoon. How late does ‘e sleep?”

“It’s afternoon?” He looked at his phone. “Oh fucking hell, I can’t do travelling.”

Siofra snorted, while Gran just shook her head. “Evidently.” There was the sound of keys rattling in the front door, and Finny ran over to bark excitedly. “Look who’s finally back.”

Even when the door opened, the frame was nearly filled. Mr. Rafferty was a massive man, almost six and a half feet tall, broad and muscular but with a slight dad belly. He had only a bit of shaved stubble around his head, but his vibrantly orange beard was long and full as a Viking’s. Kit was staring at him in a mixture of fear and awe, but Siofra ran to tackle her dad alongside Finny. He caught her easily, which further impressed Kit — he couldn’t stand up to a tackle from just Finny.

“There’s my gal! ‘ow ‘ave ye been?” Mr. Rafferty was a deep baritone like Riagán, with an even stronger accent, and he laughed when Siofra squeezed his neck.

“Good! I went to a posh party last night. It was wild. Everyone was stupid fancy, and the food was great!”

Gran had shuffled over, and she was tugging on both of them. “That’s nice, tell ‘im inside before we’ve got a foot of snow in the foyer!” Siofra laughed and let go of her dad so he could step out of the doorway.

Alistair raised his eyebrows at Kit. “Careful he doesn’t eat you.” Kit just nodded, nervously gawking while Siofra continued to chatter with her dad, now joined by her brothers. Kit wasn’t sure whether to introduce himself or wait to be introduced or just run and hide while he had the chance. Alistair got up and sidled over to Kit, sitting beside him. Kit scooted closer to his cousin at once, withering in his seat when Mr. Rafferty turned to look at him.

“So you’re the boy my daughter is so interested in?”

Kit nodded, trying to compose himself and look like less of a quivering pansy. “Yes, sir, I am. I was… my father… hosted the posh party Siofra was telling you about.”

“So I’ve ‘eard.” Mr. Rafferty nodded. “It’s a good thing ye come from money. I can’t see ye bein’ much of an athlete like my boys.” There was a bit of a grin peeking out of his beard.

That got a bit of a smile out of Kit. “No, sir, that was never my speciality. I was good enough at fencing and archery, but even that took me ages to get right.”

“He couldn’t pull back the bow,” Alistair mumbled.

“When I was younger, arse! At least I didn’t get banned for aiming at other people!” Kit huffed. Siofra and her family chuckled, especially Mr. Rafferty.

“You two sound like you’ll fit in just fine ‘ere. But you’ll fit in better if ye gimme a hand bringin’ food from the car.” He grinned properly, Siofra and her brothers already scrambling outside to gather dinner.

“You’d better stay here, Kit. I’ll go help them,” Alistair sighed.

“I can help. I have hands!” Kit got up to follow, but Gran grabbed his shoulder.

“Stay here, dearie. I need help settin’ the table, I trust you’re the least likely to break any plates.” She smiled, and he smiled back, nodding obediently.

“I can do that, yes. I know a really nice way to fold napkins, the maids showed me when I was little.” Kit said, following Gran into the kitchen. The two of them laid out the table, while Alistair and the rest of the Raffertys brought in chicken, ham, pie, potatoes, and mountains of other sides and sweets.

“Oooh, Kit’s doing his special napkins,” Alistair said as he went past.

“Any napkin is special to someone who’s never used one.” Kit quipped back. Gran and Siofra made almost identical snort noises.

“That’s probably the heaviest thing you’ve lifted this year. Except your wallet,” Alistair shot back.

“At least there’s something in my wallet. You might as well just put your ID in your pocket.”

“I’d just end up losing it then.”

Kit shook his head, smoothing a napkin before he folded it. “You are truly a disaster.”

“Can I help?” Alistair grabbed a napkin and started folding it into a paper airplane shape. Kit snatched it away.

“No. Help get the food ready, or put out silverware. You can’t break silverware.”

“I don’t break dishes, snobby.”

Kit sighed, taking a deep breath and lowering his voice. “Al. Please. I cannot do this today.”

“Kit. Sometimes you really need to learn to take a joke,” Alistair said, going back out to help with food. The older boy pursed his lips, silently going back to folding napkins. When he was done, he went around meticulously laying out the silverware, making sure each set was properly arranged and evenly spaced. Siofra rolled her eyes at him as she set a dish of potatoes on the table.

“We’re not expectin’ the queen, ya know.”

“The table can still look nice.” Kit shrugged. Alistair didn’t glance in his direction. He didn’t even look mad, just weary. Now that the table was set, Kit scuttled off to see if Gran needed more help. She had nearly half a dozen stronger assistants doing all the real work, so she simply tasked Kit with making tea. Alistair hovered awkwardly by the table, not sure what else he could do. Gran smiled at him.

“You can help me gather the extra chairs. I had to pull out the leaves of the table to fit everyone.”

He flashed her a quick smile, happy to be set a task, following her on a chair hunt. She guided him to various rooms around the house that had chairs to spare. Two from desks and one from a vanity got them the seven they needed, and Gran plunked down at the head of the table in a cushy desk chair. Alistair just sat at the edge of the table at the far end. He didn’t bother to check where Kit was sitting. Finny sat on Alistair’s feet since his human wasn’t sitting down yet.

Siofra brought drinks to the table, beer for her family and tea for the guests. Kit wasn’t bothered — he’d never been a fan of beer, he’d rather wait and have wine when they brought out dessert. He was bothered by the tension in the room, though; he could feel the frostiness radiating off of his cousin. He sat silently next to Siofra, staring at the tablecloth and rubbing the corner of his napkin between his thumb and forefinger. Alistair stayed put, simply hoping one of the less threatening members of Siofra’s family sat beside him. He was flanked by the brothers, who didn’t hesitate to lean over him and continue the argument they’d been having about rugby.

Gran reached as far as she could across the table, trying to smack them with her napkin. “Will you two stuff it for one minute? We have grace to say.”

Both boys retreated into their seats, holding out their hands obediently to start grace. “Sorry, Gran.”

“You’re forgiven. This time. Now, everybody hold hands and shut yer mouths.”

Kit did as told without question, the habit still ingrained though he hadn’t said grace in nearly a decade. Once Grandfather Victor passed, Reggie couldn’t be arsed with nitpicky traditions — he just wanted to eat. For Kit, it was almost too familiar, especially with the looming ginger giant across the table. Luckily, the memories faded when Gran spoke up, her croaky Irish lilt a far cry from the Raycrafts’ posh intonations. The prayer, too, was familiar, and Kit found himself mumbling along without even trying.

Bless us, O Lord, and these, they gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Alistair leaned back so Cillian and Riagán could join hands around him. He wasn’t going to scoff at religion but he wasn’t about to join in either.  Kit swallowed a sigh, wishing his cousin had the slightest sense of courtesy. As everyone’s hands returned to their laps, Gran started doling out food, starting with the two closest to her — Kit and Mr. Rafferty. Kit mumbled that he didn’t need much, but she either didn’t hear him or didn’t care, heaping both plates full of everything the table had to offer before moving on to feed her grandkids. She finally got to the end of the table, hovering over Alistair with a serving spoon.

“And what would you like, Mister Heretic?”

That actually made him smile a bit, and he gave her his orders looking a bit brighter. She piled his plate with potatoes and other sides before shuffling back around to her own seat and getting food. Alistair only managed to eat a bite or two before he felt a cold, wet, nose poking his leg.

He wasn’t sure they allowed feeding dogs from the table, and he didn’t have any meat anyway. He tried a dollop of mashed potato on a spoon, holding it under the table. Finny gobbled it up at once, nearly taking the spoon as well. Riagán and Cillian were both trying not to laugh at the slurping noise from under the table. Eventually, Riagán caved, letting out a muffled snort.

“Got a friend down there?” He whispered.

“Don’t tell your gran,” Alistair whispered back. .

Riagán nodded, silently dropping a bit of ham for Finny. Siofra didn’t notice, too busy chatting with her father and grandmother about upcoming performances and football games. Riagán and Cillian were more interested in eating than talking, while Kit was trying to find a way to tactfully do neither. He was still in a bit of a frail state from the ferry trip, and the steaming mountain of chicken, ham, potatoes, and vegetables all smothered in gravy, looked heavier than him and twice as sturdy. He didn’t even know where to start.

Siofra elbowed Kit lightly in the ribs. “It ain’t poisoned. We got ours from the same dish.” She teased. In a softer voice, she added, “Don’t be pressed about finishin’, but try to eat some.”

Kit forced a smile, slowly scooping up a glob of potato. As he’d feared, it was terribly rich, but the texture was smooth and buttery, and he didn’t hesitate so much going in for a second bite. There was something about homemade foods that got to him a little. As pretentious as it sounded, he was almost bored with the five-star-restaurant-style food Chef made. It was strange, and quite pleasant, to be able to taste the genuine effort and humanity in a dish.

Though it only made a small dent in the ridiculous heap of dinner he’d been given, Kit actually ate a lot more than usual. His chicken and vegetables were gone, along with a good bit of the potatoes, ham, and stew. He felt like there was still about another two days’ worth of food on his plate, and he thought he might die if he ate much more of it. He set his fork down carefully, smoothing his napkin and sipping his tea. Alistair glanced at him several times throughout the meal, but he tried to make it look like he wasn’t. He didn’t want to get on Kit’s nerves again, and he was still sore. He couldn’t eat like the Raffertys, but he managed to clear his plate.

All three Rafferty kids were well into their second plates, and their father had cleared his. Gran wasn’t quite as far along, but it was a lack of agility, not appetite, slowing her. She had just finished her first plate, and was now heaping enough stew and potatoes for five onto the freshly-emptied dish. When she saw Kit staring pensively into his tea, food still piled in front of him, she looked shocked.

“Done already? You’ve barely started!”

Kit looked up from his tea, smiling sheepishly. “Please don’t take offense. The food was lovely, really. I just don’t have much of an appetite.”

“Much’o one? Ya don’t seem to have any at all!” As a grandmother, Ms. Rafferty was legally obliged to be very upset about this.

Siofra cut in, knowing Kit would just cave if Gran kept going. “Gran. It’s fine. The plate was half as big as him.”

“Well that’s the point! If he eats it all, he might actually be up to a healthy weight!”

Siofra couldn’t help snorting at that, though she felt guilty when she saw Kit’s face go red. “I know ye wanna help, but you’re tryin’ to stuff a double-D tit in a double-A bra.”

Now Siofra’s brothers cracked up, and even Kit couldn’t help chuckling to himself. Alistair kept a straight face, but only because he was genuinely puzzling the logistics and wondering if that was actually possible. It must be very uncomfortable for the girl. Gran huffed, as if this were somehow a great affront to her. “Fine. But ye haven’t heard the last’o me.” She waved her spoon mock-threateningly at Kit, and he laughed again, hoping she hadn’t seen him flinch.

Dinner finished relatively without incident, except for Riagán’s failed attempt to sneak Finny a parsnip. The dog had no interest in it, and a displeased snorf from under the table caught Siofra’s attention.

“Oi! Which’o ya bastards is feedin’ my dog?”

Cillian feigned ignorance, looking at Riagán and Alistair with a dramatic glare to match his sisters. “Sneaky gits,” He muttered, as if he hadn’t palmed half a slab of ham under the table ten minutes ago.

“Grass,” Alistair muttered back. He couldn’t really deny it, his spoon was halfway under the table. Finny licked his hand gratefully, since Alistair had offered mashed potatoes, not a lousy parsnip.

Siofra rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna chop you lot up instead’o buyin’ dog food next month.”

“Don’t do that!” Kit cried, “Finny might die from a dumb-arse overdose.”

Now Siofra was cackling again, leaving Riagán to wave a parsnip menacingly at Kit. He made the mistake of moving his hand too far, and Siofra bit off half the parsnip. Kit blinked.

“Well. That was quite the emasculation metaphor.”

“Oi! Ya didn’t hafta make it dirty!” Siofra glared at him, though she was starting to snicker.

Kit held up his hands. “Don’t look at me, Circe. I’ll leave you and Jaime to it.”

“Ooh, you’re talkin’ about the Throne Games, yes? I love that show!” Gran said.

Kit spun around, clearly shocked. “You watch Game of Thrones?”

“Yes!” Gran nodded. “I like Daenerys. Her hair is lovely, and she always seems to bag the tastiest young men.”

Kit nearly choked trying not to spit tea on the table, while all three grandchildren snorted with laughter. Mr. Rafferty looked horrified. “Mum!”

“Don’t ‘mum’ me! Yer dad’s been dead for twenty years, let a woman live!”

Alistair looked baffled, feeding Finny under the table. “They’re all mad,” he muttered to him. He didn’t see the irony there. Finny responded with a cheerful ruff, causing Siofra to turn around again.

“Are ya still feedin’ the dog?”

“No,” Alistair lied. “I’m just chatting to him.”

Siofra stared silently at Alistair for a while, trying to figure out if he thought she was that stupid, or if he was just that stupid. Eventually, she just shook her head and went to get another beer. Kit rolled his eyes, but he was smiling a little. Alistair didn’t know what Kit was smiling at. Probably Siofra. He went back to petting and surreptitiously feeding Finny. Siofra smacked him in the arm with her beer bottle when she returned.

“You’re about as stealthy as a yellow elephant.”

“That means ye can sneak past the colourblind!” Gran chimed in. Even her own son looked at her, not sure if she was kidding or going senile. She left them to wonder, heaping more potatoes onto her plate and going back to eating.

[fionnmeetsharry]

Could you do a continuation of Cheeky Bird or a kind of saucy imagine with Fionn? (Boy gets me goin 👅🔥) sorry if this was confusing!

Cheeky Bird pt. II: waiting games••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Word count: 2655REQUESTS ARE OPEN••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••You could feel it, his gaze on you, You could feel it slowly trailing down your body, over your skin, leaving a trail of heat and goose bumps in its wake. You could feel his eyes slowly undressing you, but there was something about them, something dominate, cocky. He’d been doing it ever since Harry had arrived with the Brussel sprouts, just staring but with that look that you’d never seen on him before.

“Hey love, ya wanna go ahead and start getting ready, between me and Harry we can finish in here”. He was acting completely innocent in front of Harry, like he wasn’t no more than 5 seconds ago staring you down with a hunger in his eyes.

“Between you and Harry you’ll have eaten all the food and burned down the kitchen”.

Harry had a look of hurt on his face as Fionn laughed.

“Y/N darling I would never ruin all your hard work, you can trust me”. Harry playfully winked at you while Fionn laughed.

You headed to your room to take a shower, get dressed, and do your makeup. You had already picked out a dress for the dinner tonight, a lovely, classy little red piece. But when reaching into your closet for the dress another catches your eye, it’s a navy blue, short little thing that hugged you in all the right places. What made it even better was that it was Fionns favorite, it drove him insane and it usually ended up on the floor by the end of the night, or at least until Fionn couldnt contain himself any longer. After pondering for a bit you decide to wear the navy dress, you didn’t want the game to be over yet, you wanted to continue to tease him until there was a winner, seeing as how Fionn must think he won after telling you you were to be punished. You walked into the kitchen, Harry and Fionn both doing a wonderful job at cleaning up and getting everything ready.

“Y/N!! W-what are you wearing love? I-I mean that’s not the dress that you said you were wearing”.

Fionn was flustered and you could tell your plan was working.

“Mmmm I know but I thought I would wear your favorite for you big night”. You dipped your finger in a bowl of left over icing that you had for the cake, sticking your finger in your mouth and sucking it off while making perfect eye contact with Fionn, removing your finger from your mouth with an evil little grin on your lips.

“Eh mate I can see why it’s your favorite”. Fionn lightly elbowed Harry for his comment.

“Ok well I suppose I’ll go ahead and start getting ready. Harry, make yourself at home, Y/N, I need your opinion on something so meet me in the bedroom”.

You said a small excuse me to Harry and headed to the bedroom. As soon as you walked into the bedroom Fionn immediately closed the door behind you and pushed you against the wall. With one hand rested by your head and the other lightly wrapped around your throat, he gives you an intense kiss, his tongue lightly running over your bottom lip and entering your mouth. Fionn breaks the kiss leaving you both breathless.

“Did you think that was cute back there? Wearing this dress that you know drives me crazy and teasing me? Huh?”

“Fionn, I don’t know what your talking about”.

“Really? With the sticking your finger in your mouth and sucking the icing off, just like you did to me earlier with the dough”. You can tell you got to Fionn by the look on his face and his heavy breathing.

“So listen here, your gonna be a good girl and help me with this problem you caused and Harry’s in the next room so we have to be quiet”.

“Problem? What problem?”Fionn pointed down with the hand that was by your head seconds ago, looking down you could see a huge bulge in his pants. Laughing uncontrollably you look at the pained boy in front of you,

“Wow Fionn we have guests arriving, Harry’s in the house try to control yourself”. “Look I really need your help please Y/N”.

Fionns lips start inching closer to your neck, he’s now leaving hot wet kisses down it while mumbling out a “please it hurts”.

Breathlessly getting lost in the attention that Fionn is giving your neck you ask, “ why don’t you just take care of it yourself?”

“No, I tried already I need you, has to be you, you’re the only one who can make it better” Fionn whined as he moved his lips down to your exposed collar bone.

“Fine, Fionn but you hav'ta tell me what you want, do you want my mouth, my hand, just for me to grind you, what do you want?”

“I don’t bloody care just something”. You drop to your knees, unbuttoning the boys tight pants and pulling them down, looking up at Fionn with innocent eyes you tease his hard length through his boxers with your hot mouth".

“Eh no teasin love please, I don’t think I can take it”.

You do as Fionn asks and pull his length from his boxers, spitting on the head and spreading it down his shaft stroking it a few times before you put just the head in your mouth. You continued to stroke him at a slow teasing pace while you lightly sucked on his tip while flicking your tongue over the slit. Fionns head was thrown back, eyes closed, and brows furrowed.

“Please baby girl, don’t tease me, please just put all of me in your mouth, please”.

You slide your mouth all the way down his length, slowly bobbing your head up and down while holding him at his base. You slide your mouth all the way down him, burying your nose in his dark pubes and choking. You know it seemed weird but you loved his pubes, dark they are but with Little specks of gold in them, you always told him and he always got shy about it. “Shit baby girl, that feels so good, you make me feel so good”. Fionn was breathless and on the edge of cumming, little whimpers, grunts, and moans leaving his lips, teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

“Ay, Fionn mate Cillian, Tom, Tom, Barry, and Nolan just arrived hurry up”.

The two of you could hear Harry through the door, Fionn let out a disappointed whimper. “Fuck! Baby you’ve got to hurry, I can’t go out there this hard, this sensitive”. You worked you mouth at a quick pace, sucking him, flicking your tongue over his tip. You took your free hand and started playing with his balls lightly squeezing and pulling. “Your mouth, it’s so warm, so wet, you’re gonna make me cum baby girl, s-shit you’re gonna make me cum”.

You could feel his cock twitch as he spurt his hot ropes of cum in your mouth. You loved the way he tasted and you Always let him know, you loved how sweet he was but also tangy with the bit of salty that was always left on your tongue. You pop your mouth off of him showing him that you swallowed every bit of cum he left in your mouth. You stand up “You wanna taste yourself baby?” Fionns breathless and still sensitive, still whimpering. “Uh huh”. You place your lips on Fionns letting his tongue explore the flavor of him in your mouth. Breaking the kiss there is a string of spit connecting you two, “You’re so good you always make me feel so good baby girl”. You smile at Fionn “Go get ready pretty boy”. Fionn runs off to get dressed while you clean the smudged lipstick off of your face and reapplying it.

“Ready baby girl?”“Yes Mr. Whitehead I believe I am”. You both head out to the party to meet your guests. “Y/N darling don’t you look exquisite”.

“Yes she does…”

You give Cillian a hug and can feel Tom GC eyeing you. “Thank you dear you look quite handsome yourself”.

“Ay mate quit eyeing my girl”. Fionn lightly elbows Tom while they both laugh.

After everyone’s arrived you all head into the dining room for dinner. “Now Fionn, Y/N I know this is your home but would the two of my mind if I did a toast?”Fionn gave Mr. Nolan the go ahead, but you couldn’t pay attention because his hand was slowly moving up your thigh and under your dress. His hand immediately makes its way to your center, moving to your clit making circles on it with his skilled fingers. Your instantly hit with the amazing pleasure he’s giving you while also trying to keep composed and not moan out during Nolans toast. You grab Fionns hand making him stop, “Fionn, what. Are. You. Doing?”“You’ve been teasing me all day love, just thought I’d return the favor, and mmmm you’re not wearing any panties”.

“Fionn j-just stop not here not now, just stop and I’ll let you do anything you want once everyone’s gone”. “Anything? Promise?”“Promise”.Fionn pulls hand from your now wet center, makes like he slipped his hand in his food, and sticks his finger in his mouth, sucking your juices from them, savoring the taste, he lets out a small moan around his fingers removing them from his mouth.

After saying your last good byes to everyone and thanking them for coming Fionn shuts the door to your apartment.

“Bed. Now”. You do as you’re told and immediately head to your room, Fionn right behind you. Fionn grabs you by your head, kissing you passionately, teeth smashing together, and his tongue winning dominance over yours. Fionn unzips your dress letting it fall to the ground while you work on undoing his pants. Fionn pulls his shirt over his head leaving him in only his boxers and you in nothing. Placing his lips on yours again, Fionn crawls on top of your body, hovering over you on the bed, making his way down your body with his wet kisses leaving a trail, his tongue flicking over your nipples while suckling on each of them. “Spread you legs love, I want a real taste of what I had earlier”. You spread you legs for him as he kisses and nips at your inner thighs. You can feel his breath on your already wet center as he inhales your scent.“Mmm baby girl you smell so good, bet you taste even better”.

Fionn inches closer to your wet folds, you can feel his nose nudge your clit and you slightly jump from the sensation. The teasing boy places his wet warm mouth on you clit lightly suckling and flicking his tongue over it. You grab Fionn by his hair and start to moan from the pleasure he’s giving you, you can already feel yourself about to cum. “Fionn, you gonna make me cum”. Your breathing is now starting to get heavy and you’re whimpering from the pleasure of his warm tongue on you. He looks up at you with his beautiful eyes and releases your clit from his lips. “W-what why’d you stop? I was so close”.“Well you teased me so much earlier so I thought I’d repay the favor”. Fionn immediately attacks your folds again, this time you being more sensitive from the almost orgasm that he denied you. Sucking harder, faster this time. “Mmmm baby girl you taste so good so sweet, I could eat you out all night long”. Fionn mumbles as he inserts one finger into your entrance, pumping in and out of you at a quick pace. “F-fuck Fionn please don’t stop I wanna cum ,you’re gonna make me cum so hard”. Your head is now thrown back, eyes closed, and legs shaking around Fionns head. Your vision is filled with white spots as Fionn licks you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Your body is overcome with the intense pleasure as your orgasm courses through you. You’re now moaning out Fionns name with a string of curse word as you come down from your high. Fionn looks up at you with his beautiful eyes, you’re now a whimpering mess from how sensitive you are. You can see that Fionns chin is glistening in your juices as he crawls up to you, lips almost touching yours. “Wanna taste yourself baby girl?”

You whimper out a yes and shake your head as Fionn captures your lips with his and you can taste yourself on his tongue, similar to his taste but sweeter. “Love, please I need to be in you”. You can see the pained look on Fionns face and you look down, the poor boy is hard as rock as you try to pull his boxers down, the hard length making it difficult. Once his cock is free from its restraint Fionn reaches over to the bedside table to get a condom from the drawer. You reach over and stop him, “No baby, I want you bare tonight, please?”Fionn looks at you for a good long second. “Are you sure love?” “Positive”. Fionn doesn’t waste anytime, he starts to disappear in between your legs, slowly pushing himself inside you, hissing at the new sensation of being bare mixed with how much warmer and wetter you feel this way. He gives you both a moment to adjust before he starts moving his hips at a slow pace. “Shit Fionn you feel so good like this, it’s like I can feel every inch of you, every ridge”. Fionn starts pushing deeper, harder into you,

“F-fuck baby girl you’re so tight, god I can feel how wet you are, you feel warmer”.

He’s now grunting in your ear, you moaning uncontrollably as he moves at a faster harder pace.

Fionns now a mumbling mess, whimpering, moaning, grunting, the occasional growl leaving his throat as he thrusts into you. “You feel so good, too good, nothing should feel this good, it’s like you’re a drug, like your heroin but better, there’s no way that feels better than this, nothing can.

You’re now on the edge of your orgasm and you can tell Fionn is too by the way he’s mumbling. “Cum for me baby girl please, I’m so close but I need you to cum, I can feel you hugging me so tight”.

Your orgasm hits you as your vision is filled with white spots again, legs shaking around Fionn and moaning out curse words. You can feel Fionn Cumming as he growls your name in your ear, hot, thick, ropes of his cum shooting inside of you. Your now both whimpering messes as you come down from your highs. Fionn places a gentle kiss to your lips. “God baby girl that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had , you make me feel so good”. Fionn pulls himself from your entrance. “Fuck baby that’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen”. You both watch as your mixed cum spills out of you. Fionn bends down and swipes his tongue over your entrance as you jerk away. “S-sensitive,sensitive”.

Fionn runs his fingers through your cum, holding his hand up to your mouth. “Wanna see how amazing we taste?” You take his fingers into your mouth and suck the sweet but tangy juices from them. You close your eyes and let out a little moan. “Mmm Fionn we taste so good”. Fionn smiled at you as he laid down, you resting your head on his bare chest. “You’re beautiful and I love you, you know that?” “You’re beautiful too Fionn,and I love you as well”. Fionn places a kiss on the top of your head as you both fall asleep, exhausted from the best, most intimate sex you’ve ever had.

[mattyrambles]

sunday - 8:25am

It’s a Sunday morning - Matty and Penelope’s house. A drifting aroma of burnt toast. Before George is even half-way down the stairs he can hear a soundly annoyed Matty. 

“Juniper Amelia Healy, how many times - I’ve told you in this house we live in a democracy! You share the cereal with your - what no! You share everything with your sister… and with George’s kid… I don’t really care about Hann’s you don’t have to with them, Ross’ might try fight you but I reckon you could take..- I’m joking, I’m joking Juni.. don’t tell your mum I said that..”

George is greeted by the scene of Matty - waving a Cheerios box around mid-rant. One George - and the three kids sat around the kitchen table are all well familiar with at this stage. Democracy. Leave it to Matty to replace Barney’s golden rule of ‘sharing is caring’ with ‘democratic household’.

Penelope and Kelsey gone away for the weekend - Kelsey’s sisters wedding approaching, a hen party. And naturally George had ended up at Matty and Penelope’s with Killian. A weekend of full on domestiness. And yes it’s been years but it still baffles him a bit to see Matty with kids. 

Last night - after the kids were asleep, Matty, George and Allen on the sofas watching reruns of The Office - George hadn’t been able to not take the piss of Matty’s heightened domestically, especially the fact he was falling asleep before 10pm on a Saturday night. Once a time of predrinks, deciding what songs they would play backstage, a name for their band for the night. 

Now he was muttering over how being a single parent for the weekend was exhausting - dramatic, predictable, Matty. Under a heap of blankets, cups of tea. Arguing his point in a sputtered manner when George called him out on it, insisting that it wasn’t that bad. 

“S’because boys are easier than girls, I don’t care what anyone says - Kill’s a fucking well saint compared to my two gremlins.” 

A statement George can’t really disagree with - but he thinks that’s just bound to be in his son’s nature, him and Kelsey were a quite a bit more quiet, reserved that Matty and Pen - equally as loud and brash as each other. Juniper and Lux didn’t really have a chance in that personality trait, he reckons. 

But all the same - although he doesn’t see Matty and Pen having another kid, he couldn’t quite imagine Matty with a son at this stage. George recalls earlier thinking that Matty wouldn’t even know how to react if he had a boy, watching - hair ties between his teeth while he braided Juniper’s hair before bed, Lux standing on the sofa behind him, demanding it was her turn next while trying to mimic his actions with Juniper’s hair on his.

“Yeah, love to see what Posh and Becks would call their son,” - teasing sort of lithe. Something Ross had started when they announced Lux’s name. Although they both denied the pretentious - and Matty still insisted and swore Juniper’s name had not  been inspired by a gin bottle. 

Lux - originated in Penelope’s garage, what seemed like centuries, universes away now. She went through a phase of painting - skylines, different times of the day.Lux.All the phases of lux in the world existed between the walls of her garage at some point. And they had always been Matty’s favourite. 

“Shut up, George.” - a huff, “at least we don’t call our kids after celebrities we want to fucking shag. Next it will be Orlando, or fucking Leo. Actually.. Leo’s a good one, I wouldn’t mind that. You should tell her I like that.” 

A retort George no longer bothered correcting. Matty - insisting Killian was after Cillian Murphy, after Kelsey had said he was well fit a few times. She had wanted something different - but not in a Penelope, Matty way. And George had suggested because Kelsey was a celtic name, and because she was Irish somewhere along the line. Eventually landing on Killian.

And George couldn’t stop the tired smile - noting the two toddlers baffled expressions. Lux, two and a half, futile attempts of repeating ‘democracy’ after her dad, and Killian, just gone three, fork dripping milk and cereal hovering in mid air. And then Juniper, six now, a bowl of overflowing Cheerios sat in front of her, looking up at Matty with a look George knew all too well. Despite the fact she was every inch of Matty - she had the deep indigo of Penelope’s eyes, and the look she was giving Matty now was reminiscent of Penelope’s classic - ‘I have no idea what you’re on about/doing, Matthew.’ 

But that slips when she spots George - a matty-esque grin and a shout of “G-tree!” 

Something Pen and Matty had her calling him since she could all but speak. Something George had gradually warmed to. 

Juniper’s exclamation leading to a chorus of shouts - a buzzed mantra of ‘tree’ from Lux, and ‘dad’s’ from Killian, and a hushed ‘oh thank fuck,’ from Matty. 

“Morning kiddos,” - sitting down, ruffling Killian’s hair while replacing his fork with a spoon, “they usually work better, buddy.”

Glancing up at Matty, a taunting smirk - “What’s for breakfast, honey?”

For a second he’s certain that Matty is going to bash him over the head with the Cheerios box. 

Until Juniper slides her overflowing bowl towards him - Cheerios spilling, Allen licking up the few that hit the floor from his habitual sanctuary under the table. 

“We’re a democratic household,” she offers him.Sending Lux spiraling back into her attempts at repeating the word. “And that’s the only thing Dad can make without burning it.”

Matty scoffs. Juniper smiles up at him, another expression George knows like the back of his hand - a replication of Matty’s smirk when he knows all too well that he’s winding someone up.

And he knows it too - a chuckle surpassing his lips, “alright, I’ll give you that, you little rat.” Maybe taken as inspiration from an old t-shirt of his she has over pajama bottoms. Stop Glorifying Rats. 

Something George vaguely remembers Matty bringing it out during the run up to some election a good few years back. Not really at all surprised to see it on Juniper now. Knowing that one of her favourite ways to spend an afternoon was to rummage through long forgotten pieces of clothes that had been thrown to the back of Matty and Pen’s wardrobe over the years. Her second favourite afternoon activity was then to force pieces of said clothing on Allen. 

“Anyway - now that our personal tree chef is up, tell him what we all want for breakie, Luxie,” - bring George to glance over at the toddler while Juniper thrust a spoonful of Cheerios in his mouth, Matty shoving his feet into Gucci slippers. 

“Pancakes!” Is the gleeful, yet demanding exclamation that sounds from her lips. A wide grin - and while Juniper was every bar of Matty, Lux held more a resemblance of Penelope. 

“Pancakes!” another shout - Killian. 

“Pancakes!” Juniper - echoing. 

“Pancakes!” Matty finishes, a half-yawn, hand dragging through curls. 

George - a chuckle, knowing he didn’t really have a choice, his pancakes had become a bit of a specialty among the kids. It wasn’t unusual for Matty and Penelope to bring the girls over for breakfast - although the first time it had happened George had sudden existential crisis over how fucking domestic they all were now. And was it really that long ago that mornings with the three of them  eating breakfast habitually didn’t start until noon and consisted of hangover remedies in form of tequlia and breakfast rolls?

“Thanks gtree, baby,” - Matty, when he stands up, pulling out pans and ingredients. George only scoffs - “Don’t think I don’t keep track of these breakfasts, all adding up to your babysitting hours you owe me.” 

Enticing an eyeroll from him - motioning to the kids, while he picks up a pack of cigarettes, ducking out the back door. Not before George notes that they’re his fags, drawing a mirror eyeroll from him - a predictability, Matty.

And maybe it’s then that he realises - not that much has really changed. 

[antlerscolorado]

chapter 8, part 1

“What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness? think of it: The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.”                                                                            - Horatio, Hamlet

The Jones house feels somehow bigger than Austin remembers it. Maybe it’s from not seeing it for so long, or maybe it’s from living in a cramped apartment with two other humans and five ghosts, but having more than enough room to breathe is almost unnerving. Austin tries not to think too hard about it - he feels jetlagged, even though he drove to Havenwood, and only about twelve hours a day before stopping to rest. Hell, he didn’t even do any of the driving himself. But his mind is scrambled, a combination of anxiety over Jacob and the strange, disjointed feeling of being back in a town he didn’t think he’d see again this soon.

Austin carefully unlaces his boots and leaves them next to the door. It’s warm in Havenwood - not as warm as it was in Antlers, but August humidity is still thick in the air. Hopefully some of his clothes are still up in his old room, and not in storage. He didn’t exactly have time to pack for this trip, and even if he had, Hall and Oates and Jenny were already peeling out of the neighborhood as soon as he’d stepped out of the car.

Nothing’s changed, Austin thinks to himself, climbing the stairs to the second floor landing. His room is the closest to the stairwell, unlocked, and nearly untouched from the day he left. He and Jacob had only settled in to the Jones house once Jacob had turned eighteen, once they’d stopped living with the Hart family, but Austin’s room looks like he’s lived in it all his life. It somehow feels more his than the bedroom he shares with Otter - the band posters tacked lopsidedly on the walls, the closet overflowing with clothes he’d missed, then forgotten.

Being back here feels like being in a dream. Austin touches the door frame to ground himself, remind himself that he really is here, in Havenwood, and crosses the room to his closet. He picks out clothes almost at random, not allowing himself to think about what will fit and what won’t. He wants to visit Jacob, and soon, but first he has to wash off all the sweat and get his head on straight.

Austin strips down, laying his clean clothes out on the bed and ducking out into the hall to grab a towel from the linen closet. The biggest bathroom in the house is diagonally across from his bedroom. It’s fitted with both a large bathtub and a glass-enclosed shower - Austin picks the shower, standing just outside the door as he twists it on, waiting for the water to get hot before he steps in.

There’s a sudden, muffled, slamming noise that he initially thinks is the pipes, before realizing that it’s the sound of a door being shut. Austin tenses, holding his towel tight around his waist. No one else should be here. Jacob’s still in the hospital, and Auggie’s out on a mission - well, as far as I know. Even if he’s not, he lives in the guest house. Did I lock the front door when I came in?

He can’t tell if the steady, throbbing sound in his ears is the sound of someone climbing the stairs to the second floor, or the sound of his own heartbeat. Austin swallows, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Hello?” he calls.

No one answers. Austin inches towards the door, scanning the bathroom countertop for anything even remotely useful as a weapon. It’s slim pickings. He settles for a hairbrush with a handle that looks relatively sharp, holding it like a stake in his hand.

“Hello?” he asks again, standing against the wall just slightly to the left of the door. It should give him the jump on anyone who opens it, let him get an attack in before they realize where he’s lying in wait.

“Austin?” a voice, vaguely recognizable, asks from the hallway. “Is that you?”

Austin hesitates, his grip on the hairbrush loosening. “Cillian?”

“Yes,” the voice affirms. “I came to see if you were home yet - are you in the shower? I can come back…”

Austin relaxes, realizing his jaw has been clenched painfully tight in anticipation. He slides the hairbrush back onto the counter, lets his towel fall onto the floor, and steps quickly into the shower. Probably best not to let Cillian know he could have mistakenly lost an eye to a hairbrush handle.

“Yeah, I’m in here,” Austin says, raising his voice to be heard over the shower. He feels instantly more relaxed with the hot water raining down on his skin, plastering his hair down to his scalp. “You can come in if you want.”

“Are you sure?” Cillian asks.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t want to, ah, overstep boundaries,” Cillian says, sounding slightly closer than before, probably just outside the door. His voice is deeper than Austin remembers it - not entirely unexpected, given that he had only started hormone replacement therapy a year or two before Austin left home. “I can come back later when you’re not -”

“Cillian,” Austin says, “you’ve known me since I was, like, a baby. I’m pretty sure we’re past the point of overstepping boundaries.”

The doorknob of the bathroom audibly jiggles in its socket. Austin watches through the frosted glass of the shower door as the door opens just enough for Cillian to slip inside, then close it again behind him. Even with the low visibility, Cillian looks similar to how Austin remembers him, tall and pale with short, neatly-cropped, coppery red hair. His body language reads extremely anxious, and he turns away from the shower, facing off towards the bathtub.

“How’s Jacob?” Austin asks.

“Good. Conscious.” There’s a note in obvious relief in Cillian’s voice that Austin can empathize with. “He should be cleared to come home in a day or two, though I’m not completely sure that home is the safest place for him to be.”

“What do you mean?”

Cillian makes a strained noise. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather Jacob tell you himself?”

“I don’t really care who I hear the news from.” Austin grabs a bottle of shampoo from the shower rack and starts lathering it into his hair, closing his eyes and massaging his scalp with his fingers. “Did you figure out who stabbed him?”

“We didn’t ‘figure it out’. He made himself known to Jacob. Twice.”

“So why haven’t you caught the bastard already?” Austin asks, ducking back into the stream of water to rinse out his hair.

“We don’t know where he is,” Cillian says. He sounds apologetic - embarrassed, almost.

“And you want my help.”

“Personally, I think you’re a little close to the case, and I didn’t exactly expect you to hitch a ride with a group of mercenaries as soon as you heard Jacob had been stabbed,” Cillian says, spitting out “mercenaries” like it’s a dirty word. “But Jacob wants me to put you on the case.”

Austin pauses. “Because he’s hoping I’ll stay when I’m done?”

“Because he knows you’ll be absolutely insufferable if we don’t let you help,” Cillian says dryly. “Among other reasons.”

“He’s right.” Austin laughs, getting a mouthful of soapy water, and spitting it out. “So, who are we tracking down?”

“Abbott Kilgannon,” Cillian says. The name rings a bell - Austin remembers hearing it mentioned in passing, but can’t recall any specific context. “He was a scientist who worked at the Department for several years, but was fired by your father in 1980. He dropped off the map after that, but Jacob found him teaching science at a college out of state and re-hired him -”

“Why?” Austin blurts out. Hiring a guy who Richard fired back in the day? That sounds beyond ill-advised.

“We were short-handed,” Cillian says sheepishly. “Jacob contacted a lot of former employees about resuming their jobs at the Department. And Abbott used to be the best of the best. Unfortunately, the more unsavory part of his records were sealed by the president who took over after your father’s death, until Jacob came of age to run the Department. Only Jacob can access those records, and, well, he’s hospitalized.”

“So what can I do about that?” Austin asks, reaching for a bottle of body wash. God, if he asks me to take over as acting president -

“Do you still talk to your father?” Cillian asks, a little tentatively, like he’s not sure if he’s broaching a sore subject or not.

“Richard? Sure.” Austin pours a generous amount of body wash into his hands and rubs them together. He hasn’t seen Richard for more than ten minutes at a time since leaving Antlers - it was hard to talk to him in front of Jenny and Hall and Oates without feeling completely crazy. But Richard knows what’s up vis-a-vis Jacob’s stabbing, and no doubt is here in the house somewhere, waiting for Cillian to leave and Austin to get dressed and head out for the hospital.

“Good,” Cillian says. He takes a deep breath, and Austin can see him lean heavily against the counter. “I need you to ask him why he fired Abbott.”

intermission: thanks for your time || 8.2

[sandwichbully]

Frank from Philly, 28 August 2016

Hey. You want a cheesesteak review? Here.

So, today I was going to go to this art-fair / hotdog thing and buy a couple dogs. Why not? Neighborhood function, cheap, blah blah blah. But I biked up to the event, held in an apartment building basement, and took one look at the folks there - young, very young, looked like MCAD students that had healthy sex lives, dressed like they could talk to you for hours about Die Antwoord and Wolfgang Odd Future Kill Them All. So I said nuts to that and figured I would go to the Wienery, get a couple of Cleveland dogs and that’d be that. Except the Wienery closes at three on Sunday. So does Band Box Diner. So I said alright, let’s see what the cheesesteaks are at this Frank from Philly that Keith has never been to but has been raving about. (Still not sure how that works, Keith.)

OK, so here’s the first problem: Frank from Philly is in Dinkytown and you couldn’t pay me to live, work, or play in Dinkytown. The way Olive Garden is authentic Italian made by your great grandmother, Dinkytown is 1970s Times Square, and the way shop owners in Bowling Green’s “Four Corners” district have to hose the vomit off their sidewalks every Saturday and Sunday morning is a task I imagine Dinkytown businesses have to undertake every day from seven in the evening until seven in the morning JUST TO KEEP UP. Dinkytown is populated by college freshman, hungry for constant stimuli, usually meaning whichever curly-q’d-moustache-and-suspenders version of Mumford & Co is being rammed down their millenial earholes this month that’s playing at the Varsity Theater brought to you by Summit Brewing Company and 89.3 The Current, Great Music Lives Here. And for every reward I was granted in the form of an inch of eighteen and nineteen year old ass hanging out of Daisy Dukes, I was severely punished by the sight of two dozen tie-dye-and-high-top goons with burlap sack colored baseball caps and pinch-an-inch-ish chin hairs that were probably named Josh and could sell me a hit of weak acid. I would’ve taken the art school damaged kids in Whittier any day over these freaks, who looked like the kind of kids who’d never fucked WITHOUT the condom and were constantly poised for their next Instagram selfie, this generation’s version of the Clearisil commercial.

As previously mentioned, Frank from Philly is nestled in the middle of this shit, in a building with all the exterior design sensibilities of an LA Fitness and the interior design aesthetics of a repossessed Jimmy John’s.

Basically, I felt like I was walking into a dentist’s office in a city full of people whose women would never, ever fuck me.

I’m in line behind two typical Dinkytown goons I’ll call Thad and Braden (not Todd and Brandon, mind you; fucking suburban parents) and neither Thad or Braden can seem to make up their mind over what they want on their sandwiches, which is OK because the - oh, shit - stereotypical Asian tourist family at the register can’t decide how they’re going to pay. So it’s not like the line is moving.

Me? I know what I want: A cheesesteak. No, don’t fancy it up. I want the basics. I want the foundation. After all, you have to know how something tastes on its own before you decide to start throwing extra shit on it. (Which is why I always got the Italian Philly Cheesesteak from Caffrey’s, a cheesesteak with pepperoni and marinara added, because the regular one tastes like communion wafers on Wonder Bread.) (And no blood of Christ to wash it down.) They had the option for a Cheesesteak Supreme for a dollar extra which added peppers, mushrooms, and jalapeños or, as I like to call them, basics. But OK, basic at Frank from Philly’s is meat, onion, and my choice of cheese, and I went with cheez whiz, like you’re fucking supposed to.

After the Asian family carts their pizzas by the slices off to a table, Thad and Braden place their orders that sound more like fucking pizzas than the cheesesteak menus they were looking at and I’m beginning to think I don’t like them very much because these two Cillian Murphy looking butt-fingers look like the kind clueless dipshits that call Sbarro authentic. I couldn’t make out what they were saying exactly but it may as well have been a pineapple pizza chicken Philly with sauerkraut and generous dollops of mayo and ranch and of course Sri Racha like a couple of basic bitches - I sincerely hoped they twisted their ankles in a sewer grate on their way to whatever concert passes for Michelle Branch any more.

I get up to the register, the cashier asks me to give him a moment. I say sure, I’m in no hurry. That minute grew uncomfortably long, though, and I had to remind myself to just enjoy the air conditioning, for this is summer’s death rattle, and I’m pretty sure it’s six hundred forty degrees CELSIUS (worse than fucking Fahrenheit, I tell you) in the shade of a goddamned refigerator factory outside.

Eventually the guy takes my order. I want a cheesesteak. What kind of cheese would I like? Cheez whiz. They’ll have that right up for me.

Now, the sandwich is made to order so it’s going to take a minute. Or five. Asian family finishes their pizza slices, Dad comes up to grab a few more slices.

Five minutes turns into ten. Guy comes in and orders a pair of slices. And there goes Thad and Braden’s order. A family of real Eden Prairie pricks comes in and stares at the menu. Asian dad tries squeezing by to get to the pop machine. I scooch over and look back at the grill; three more cheesesteaks go on. Eden Prairie family leaves without ordering anything.

Ten minutes turns to fifteen. Guy with two slices, who was literally the last person to order, right after me, throws his plate away and leaves. Three cheesesteaks leave the grill. Do they have a delivery guy I haven’t seen? I ordered right after Thad and Braden, ten minutes before Mr. Two Slice and there was nobody between me and him aside from Asian dad coming back for seconds, my sandwich was as simple as they get. It stands to reason that I actually had a shot at getting my sandwich before Thad and Braden because of the simplicity. I start looking at Facebook.

Fifteen minutes turns into twenty, I’m actually contemplating asking for my nine dollars back because, at this point, I’ve spent more time waiting on the sandwich than I will eating it and that’s with a string of two - Asian dad and two slice guy - customers behind me who just ordered pizza slices. You know, slices. Of pizza. Already made. Really. How long is the wait on this fucking cheesesteak? And now the cashier asks me, “What kind of cheese did you want? Cheez whiz, right?” Yeah, cheez whiz. “We’ll have that right up for you, OK?” Cool, thanks! “Sorry about the wait.” No problem.

But it is a problem because I’m in Dinkytown. Putting me in Dinkytown is like dropping an unarmed ISIL member in the middle of a Gay Pride Pork Roast: I’m filled with an anxious, nervous hatred stemming from a core of beliefs contrary to my surroundings; I’m lost, adrift in a sea of Connors and Bethanies and music I don’t understand and pussy I’ll never get and I just want to get back to my neighborhood where people work for a living and fuck without condoms and smoke grass when they listen to Sabbath LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE and - “What kind of cheese did he want?” the grill cook asks the cashier even though I’m standing RIGHT THE FUCK HERE. Cashier asks me, “Hey, man, what kind of cheese did you want again? It was cheez whiz, right?” Cheez whiz, yeah. “Cheez whiz,” the cashier tells the grill cook. “Cheez whiz?” the grill cook asks. “Yeah,” the cashier says.

I stare out the window and I wonder if I will ever get home. I am a lost argonaut in the labrynth of the Minotaur and fuck you if you’re about to tell me I’m mixing my mythology there, it’s been a while since I read anything published before the nineteenth century so keep in mind that if you say one fucking thing at this point, I’ll make you kiss my dick and smile, goddamn. “He wanted cheez whiz, right?” the grill cook asks. Before the cashier can ask me again, I turn and say, Cheez whiz, yeah. Grill cook hands me my sandwich and says, “Sorry about the wait, man.” Hey, no problem, thanks.

I find myself a place to sit and try to keep my mind away from the Proactiv Solution commercial that is Dinkytown During Daylight and finally eat my sandwich.

It was big. It was nine dollars big. It was served open-faced and I’d witnessed a family of witless wonders eat their fancy salads disguised as cheesesteaks with forks and knives while I waited for my own. I however found no problem closing my sandwich and eating it like a sandwich. It was good. The meat portion was generous and the onions were soft but with the right amount of snap and sweet the way sautéed onions are supposed to be. I could have used more cheezwhiz, honestly. And the bread was great. Even as the sandwich drained grease out on to the wax paper on my plate, the bread did not get soggy. It was chewy without being rubbery or spongy and it made the perfect vessel for sopping up the grease on the wrapper, which I will probably pay for later.

Was it worth the nine bucks? Yes, absolutely.

Was it worth a half hour bike ride, one way, into the armpit of Tweeville? No. No. No no no. For Christ’s sake, even Lyn-Lake, with its Pabst swilling tattoo-sleeved nineties slacker-chic hipsters posing as cheesecake pinups and quiff-bois from your nose to the horizon has more dignity than fucking Dinkytown.

Was it worth a twenty minute wait on an otherwise dead Sunday afternoon? No but maybe they had deliveries. I really did maintain my cool and thank them and tip them and not bug them and they were really nice even though I have no idea why the grill cook needed two reminders that I’d ordered mine with cheez whiz. Still, though.

Verdict? I’ll go again if they ever open a location in northeast, downtown, midtown, uptown, West Bank or south because fuck me if I ever find myself in Dinkytown again.

[missymurphy1985]

Glad To Be Home (Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader One Shot)

Tommy Shelby - You like it when I fuck you like this? yeah you do / that's it, that's my girl

Warning - dirty talk / smut

Requested by @lauren-raines-x

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Three weeks.

Three long, desperate weeks.

But he was home - you'd heard his car pull up in the driveway of Arrow House five minutes ago, and you could see him walking up to the front door from your seat at his desk.

He looked exhausted, bless him, but you'd be damned if he was getting any rest any time soon.

His key turned in the lock of his office door and you sat patiently, as he walked in and turned the light on.

"Welcome home Mr Shelby," you smiled, lifting your feet onto his desk, crossing your naked legs.

"May I ask what you're doing sitting naked on my chair?" He asked, straight faced, setting his briefcase down on the floor and walking slowly towards you.

"Waiting for my husband. Have you seen him?"

"I believe he just got home."

"Then explain something to me."

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"Why hasn't he kissed his wife yet?"

"Oh he's going to do more than just kiss her.."

You stood up at that, leaning your naked form over his desk, squeezing your arms towards your chest, your breasts bunching together.

"Pray tell me, what else does he have planned?"

There was almost a primal, feral growl coming from him as he moved quickly, pressing his lips against yours over the desk, pulling you to climb over it until you were suddenly on your back, your face leaning over the side of the deak in front of his legs as he unfastened his belt.

"Now I've kissed her, I'm going to stuff her sassy little mouth full of my cock," his trousers and shorts dropped, revealing his length directly before your eyes. His hand stroking it to full hardness before taking the back of your head roughly.

"Open," he ordered, and you dutifully complied. He stroked the tip along your lips and waiting tongue, before inching inside slowly.

"I expect that throat to take it all, you understand?" You nodded as best you could, your mouth completely filled now, as you relaxed your throat as much as possible. Not easy with his thick, long length hitting your gag reflex. He chuckled each time you gagged, mercilessly pushing further, until his balls sat flush against your nose.

"That's it, that's my girl..."

His hands grabbed your breasts, squeezing them, pinching the hard nipples, as he began to fuck your mouth. He could see your throat expand as his length pushed in and out of it, making his cock throb, his balls tighten.

"Your pretty little mouth looks so full little one," he groaned, thrusting into your throat a little harder now. The angle of your head tilted back definitely helping it glide easily between your throats walls, as your hands gripped the edge of the desk.

You could feel his cock pulsate, and you knew he was close.

Rather than cum in your mouth, as you expected, he pulled out, allowing you to relax your stretched jaw.

He moved round the the other side of the desk, flipping your body over and pulling your legs towards him - bent over the desk now, the anticipation making your legs shake.

"I used to fuck you like this when you were my secretary, over my desk at the betting shop," he grinned, his hands firmly gripping your ass cheeks before giving one of them a cheeky smack. You could feel your own juices leaking down your legs at the contact, your walls clenching over nothing, raising your hips up desperate for him to push inside you.

"Please, Tommy..."

"My needy little slut need my cock in her?"

"Yes, I need it, please!"

"Want me to fuck you over my desk again like I used to? Treat you like the little whore you used to be?"

"Only for you Tom, only ever for you," you were shaking now, your legs barely able to hold you. Your chest pushed further onto the desk by his hand on your back, snaking up to find your hair and pulling hard on it. You cried out from the sudden shock of it, and more so when Tommy suddenly drove his cock home - deep inside you with a loud grunt.

His pounding began in earnest, gripping your hair tighter making your back arch up, his other hand pushed into you lower back to keep the angle perfect for hitting that sacred spot inside you, reserved only for him.

You felt your walls begin to spasm, your pussy leaking over his thighs as he rutted up into you.

"You like it when I fuck you like this? Yeah you do..."

His voice was like velvet to your ears, you could feel yourself starting to cum over him.

"Dirty girl, gonna make a mess for the maids to clean? Gonna scream so loud they'll know exactly what they're cleaning eh?"

His hand smacked against your ass again as he relentlessly fucked you harder, his balls bouncing off your clit, you gripped the desk with your hands, clawing at it, your release so close.

"Tommy, harder, fuck me harder, right there... Oh shit... Right there!" Your voice getting louder, before you screamed his name, your cum flowing from your core, flooding over his thighs, squirting with a force that took over all of your senses, leaving your limbs shaking.

"Does my filthy little one want me to cum inside her?"

"Yes! Fuck yes, fill me up!" Your orgasm was in no hurry to let you go, and it only intensified when you felt his cock spasm, heard his deep groan, and felt his cum paint your pussy walls as he came hard. Ropes of warm cum filled you up so much, you could feel it leaking down your thighs.

His thrusts came to a slow stop, his chest falling onto your back, breathing heavily into your neck.

"Missed you Mrs Shelby..." He whispered.

"We missed you too Mr Shelby."

"We?"

He turned you and sat you upright, a sly smirk on your lips as you took his hands and placed them on your belly.

"Yes, we did, Daddy."

[queenshelby]

Fan with Benefits (Part Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Graphic Smut, Anal

Words: 3,344

Notes: This is pure filth...there wont be any romance involved. 

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‘Who was this?’ you wondered when Cillian returned to the bedroom and placed his phone back onto your dresser.

‘My wife’ he said unbothered and your eyes widened immediately.

‘If you have to go then…’ you said but, before you could finish your sentence, Cillian interrupted you.

‘I don’t. Not until after I fuck your pussy and your ass’ he then winked, stroking his beautiful cock in front of you before reaching for one of the condoms.

‘I never had anal sex Cillian…well, I tried it once and it was painful and so we stopped’ you stammered but, to your surprise, your shyness turned him on even more.

‘Don’t worry, we will ease into it and, if it hurts too much, I will stop’ he winked and, because it was him and he appeared to be very aroused by the idea, you were willing to try.

‘Uhm, alright…if you want’ you stammered, simply wanting to pleasure him and give him the release he needs.

***

Just after you watched him roll the condom over his hard and throbbing shaft, Cillian ordered you to get onto all fours and, of course, you complied with his request.

From behind, he lined himself up with your wet core and then, without warning, pushed his cock inside your soaking pussy.

You arched your back and groaned. Just the feeling of his cock inside you was enough to have you scrunching the sheets between your fingers. It was your ultimate fantasy come though. Cillian Murphy fucking you, having his way with you. There was nothing that could have turned you on more.

‘So tight around my cock’ Cillian groaned as you wriggled under the attention and dropped your head to the mattress, concentrating hard on the action behind you, grinding your hips from side to side on his cock.

‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned as he slid out halfway and you quickly impaled yourself on him again.

He slid back a few inches again and you moaned in anguish, pushing your hips back fully onto him.

‘You want me to fuck you harder, don’t you?’ he asked and you screamed out a simple ‘yes’ as he continued to thrust into you with long but slow strokes.

This was what Cillian was waiting for. He wanted you desperate for his cock and he rewarded you by plunging forward again, shoving your bodily up the mattress and eliciting a deep sexual groan of satisfaction.

‘Such naughty girl, aren’t you? Soaking wet, dripping onto the sheets and we are only just getting started’ Cillian groaned as he reached forward and began to rub your clit as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

You loved to be fucked hard and held onto the bed, forehead pressed against the sheets, your breasts swinging freely with the pounding you were getting. You were close, very close.

‘Oh god Cillian yes…fucking take me’ you called out as your orgasm began to wash over you after he had been pounding into you for almost twenty minutes at a relentless speed.  

The leg shaking orgasm rocked your body and Cillian drove himself deep into you making you scream his name.

‘That’s it, cum all over my cock’ he groaned as you rode out your orgasm and, with a flurry of violent thrusts, he reached his orgasm too.

‘Fuck’ Cillian then groaned and you could feel his cock pulsating over and over again. He was cumming too and you were filled with a warm sensation, with only the condom separating you from him.

Just after he came down from his high, he pulled out of you and discreetly tossed the condom before reaching for another and threw it onto the bed besides you.

‘Stay like this’ he ordered and you were nervous and surprised all at the same time. Surely, he couldn’t go again straight away.

But, thrusting his cock right into your ass wasn’t his intention. Instead, you could feel two of his fingers run through your wet slit, collecting your juices before bringing them to your much smaller hole.

A bit of nervousness and apprehension flashed through you as you contemplated what was about to happen. You knew that Cillian, the man you had been fantasising about for a while, was going to take your "backdoor" virginity after this. You knew that anal sex was his secret kink. He had just admitted it to you and it was something which, apparently, his wife wasn’t willing to try.

***

He circled over your small hole with the tip of his fingers while stroking his cock until it was fully erect again which is when he reached for the condom.

After he rolled the condom onto his hard shaft, he entered your pussy again and began to stroke in and out slowly.

Just as he was fucking you much gentler than before, one of his well lubricated fingers slowly penetrated your tight little ass, causing you to cringe momentarily.

‘Relax’ he ordered as he began to move his middle finger within the snug confines of your anus. Slick with your juices, his digit slid right into you and curled upwards while he continued to fuck your pussy with his cock.

Eventually, you relaxed at the sensation and it wasn’t long until you saw stars. When Cillian felt your hole relax enough, he added a second finger, dilating your nervously constricted ring wider and wider.

‘Oh no no…fuck’ you huffed, finding it difficult to give into the sensation.

‘Relax and it won’t hurt so much’ he then said and you tried as hard as you could to ignore the fact that two of his fingers were inside your ass.

Eventually, you accepted the feeling and your back arched and you felt your body being lifted, elevated by the rush. Higher and higher you went until finally your orgasm crashed into you even despite the pain, slamming you back down onto the blanket and wracking your body in spasms.

He made slow, passionate love to you, grinding his cock deep in your gooey pussy while his fingers thrusted in and out of your tight little hole. Your heart was pounding in your chest with both excitement and nervousness and you knew he could feel it.

You knew what he was doing -- giving you time to mentally prepare for what was to come next. Having him in your pussy was like being home and you could just relax and take him there. He took his time, giving you the time you needed. When the beating of your heart calmed down, you both knew that you were ready.

Without exchanging a word, he stopped thrusting in you and pulled his swollen cock out of your drenched sex. You threw him the bottle of lube which you kept in your bedside table and his face looked rather excited.

‘This will hurt, won’t it?’ you asked concerned.

‘Probably, but after the pain comes the pleasure’ Cillian winked and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and get into position for him.

‘Play with your clit and try to ignore where my cock is going’ he then suggested and you couldn’t help but sigh while you interlocked your fists into the sheets in anticipation of what was about to happen.

After he applied a generous amount of lube, he began to push himself into your forbidden passage. At first he got nowhere. Your body tensed and your anus clamped tightly shut.

‘Relax’ he reminded you again, running his hands gently over your back.

You took a deep breath and felt your moist little hole begin to spread for him and you both let out a groan. A deep, animalistic grunt forced its way out of your lungs when his tip finally crowned past your tight muscular ring. He stopped with just his head lodged inside you, pausing to let you get used to the feeling.

‘Fuck’ you huffed out, holding onto the sheets. You felt your sphincter flex anxiously around the head of his cock, twitching with fear and nervous excitement. Cillian groaned at the sensation as your tightness gripped strongly around his pulsing head. He felt much too big for your tiny little orifice and you felt it would be impossible to take him fully inside of you.

You felt like you were being split wide open as his deliciously swollen cock staked its claim in your virgin hole.

Despite the pain, you felt an intense and undeniable longing pulling at you from within, a longing for his heat, his pressure, for the sensation of being filled, even if it killed you.

His fingers had loosened you but your body continued to tighten from nervousness, making his further entry extremely uncomfortable and nearly impossible.

You thought that your flesh would start tearing, and again you doubted whether you could really go through with it but hearing him groan in pleasure from behind you made you want to try.

‘Try to relax and take deep breaths’ he told you between soft kisses on your back but you struggled to breathe deep enough as a million thoughts rushed through your head.

‘I am trying. It fucking hurts’ you huffed out but, when he asked whether you wanted him to pull out, you shook your head. You wanted to give this to him.

‘You can push a bit further…I think’ you huffed out eventually and his cock was thrumming with a powerful energy, hard and unbendable as it fought through the valiant resistance being put up by your anus.

He stretched you with his girth; the skin of your anus forced wide open and pulled tight to accommodate his surge inside of you. Breath came as a struggle as he crammed more of himself into you and your body attempted to get used to the feeling.

‘Fuck that feels so good’ he groaned as, eventually, the firm muscles in his thighs bulged with determination and pushed forward.

‘Jesus fuck’ you shrieked as his fit within you was so snug that every detail of his cock was vivid in your mind, so much so that you could have drawn a picture. you could feel the vein that ran along the top of his dick as well as the one that ran underneath, the ring where his foreskin had been circumcised away, and the crown around his head. Every surge of blood pumping from his heart expanded his cock just the slightest amount and forced your hole open that much wider. It was incredibly intimate, feeling -- heart beat inside of -- body.

While Cillian groaned loudly from behind you, you tried to breathe but it felt like the head of his cock was pressed up against your diaphragm preventing you from filling your lungs with air. Still, he didn't start thrusting in you right away. Instead, he gave your body time to adjust to the intrusion.

Eventually though, he couldn't hold back any longer and began thrusting into you in slow, measured strokes. When he did you quickly learned that you had not actually taken all of him as each stroke of his shaft seemed to push a little deeper into you and the force behind his thrusts steadily grew in urgency.

‘That’s it, nice and relaxed’ Cillian groaned as you soon you found yourself whimpering in despair every time he withdrew then sobbing with pleasure as he plunged in deeper, your flesh aching as he nudged into yet more virgin terrain.

Cillian made slow but passionate love to your ass with even, forceful strokes. A steady stream of excitement dribbled out of your splayed open pussy down onto the sheets as he went on, taking what he needed from you.

From his moans you could tell that he was enjoying you but to your dismay he remained in full control.

‘You are doing so well. It feels so fucking good, fucking your ass like this’ Cillian groaned and he knew that you began to enjoy it also. You didn't have to say a word. When he sensed your need and your readiness he withdrew his tumescent shaft from your humid depths, shiny and dripping. you immediately felt a rush of cool air flow into you through the gaped open hole that only seconds ago was a clenched little knot.

‘Hold your ass open for me…’ he instructed and, without thinking, both of your hands reached back to spread and reveal your every secret, and you wondered when you had become such a good little whore. Cool mountain air blew across both of your exposed holes, making you twitch involuntarily. you heard a low growl rumble out of his deep chest as he studied you.

‘That’s so fucking hot’ Cillian groaned. ‘Hold your ass open when I fuck you’ he then said and you tried your best to do as instructed.

‘So fucking sexy…damn I really want to cum in your ass’ he hissed and you felt him move urgently and you thought he was going to ram right back into you, and so he did.

‘Then do it’ you groaned as the thought of it turned you on as much as it turned him on as well.

‘Fuck Y/N…’ he groaned and, once he began to thrust fully into you, the tickling of his hairs sent goosebumps up the crack of your ass and up your spine, all the way to your neck. His low swinging balls began to slap into your splayed open slit with every thrust, hitting your clit and becoming wet with your juices. It felt like his -- was somewhere up in your chest every time he bottomed out in you and you just felt wonderfully full of his delicious flesh, wonderfully full of him, wonderfully full of a heady mix of lust and desire that was threatening to make you lose your head.

Cillian wasn't just fucking your ass -- he was fucking your mind. You were high on the heated mental rush of your biggest taboo.

The worst was when he withdrew after each thrust, leaving you feeling empty. Soon your body tried to take matters into it’s own hands to prevent each little disaster of emptiness. You wantonly began thrusting back into him in a wilful display of your complete submission to being thoroughly sodomized. You were desperate to feel the fullness from each of his powerful thrusts. Every time he lunged deep inside of you your body spasmed to take an iron grip of his rigid flesh, squeezing him as tight as you could to hold him and keep him there. This just served to feed his raw lust, making him growl, and bringing his muscular hips crashing down into your buttocks at a faster pace.

Before long he was rutting into you and grunting incoherently, his huge balls slapping your wantonly splayed open and empty pussy. The most obscene squishing sounds reverberated throughout the clearing as he rammed in and out of your rectum. He began lunging into you so hard that you couldn't stay on your knees -- the force of his thrusts pushing you down on your stomach.

Cillian didn't miss a stroke and began pounding your ass into the mattress. Deeper groans, two octaves lower than your earlier ones, began flowing incoherently out of your lips. You bit down into the blanket to mask the obscene noises you were making. Your fists also clenched the polyester material.

In this position two things changed. With nowhere for your body to go to absorb his thrusts, the pounding he was giving you felt all the more powerful and overwhelming. More importantly, the angle in which he was entering your ass meant that each downward thrust pushed the head of his shaft right into that sweet, spongy spot on the front inside wall of your pussy.

Suddenly you felt yourself being pushed towards an orgasm; one of those deep ones, far off in the distance that take a long time to arrive but that crash into you like a freight train when they come. For a spell, you couldn't think, talk or move. All you could do was just hang on for dear life and take being pounded as your legs flailed behind you. It was as if there was a dark pain deep within him, kept hidden from the rest of the world, that he needed to work out by fucking the shit out of your body's most guarded passage. Finding your voice, you started mumbling obscenities, shocked at your body's reaction. He slowed his thrusts and brought his lips to your ear.

‘You are taking this so well, cuming hard and fast while I am fucking your ass. You like it don’t you?’ Cillian whispered.

You groaned in protest at his slowed thrusts. You wiggled your ass around his hardness, trying to get him to resume his pace. He wasn't having it.

‘Tell me or I will pull out’ he threatened, knowing that you were loving it. But you knew that he was loving it just as much as you were, if not more.

‘I love it Cillian…fuck me harder’ you moaned, dramatically accentuating the lustful desire in your voice but Cillian didn’t pick up his pace again.

‘Cillian please’ you moaned again as you wanted to feel his powerful thrusts slamming into you again.

‘Please don't stop fucking me’ you said breathlessly as he was teasing you with his cock, still buried deep inside your ass but having come to a standstill.

‘You want me to keep going?’ he teased, halting his withdrawal.

‘Yes. I want you to keep going. I want you to fuck my tight little ass’ you gasped and he came back down on you with his entire weight and slammed his full length back into your ass. He worked his arms underneath you to grab hold of your shoulders for leverage then started fucking the shit out of you. He took your ass and owned it, forcing your body to acquiesce to his will.

When, finally, he felt you explode beneath him, Cillian grabbed your hair, pulling your head back as he slammed into you even harder.

‘So fucking sexy…cum on that cock in your sweet ass’ he groaned as he continued to fuck you and you certainly came hard and fast, tearing apart, exploding from the pleasure as your sphincter spasmed around his shaft.

Then, shortly after you came down from your high, he was growling, moaning at the top of his lungs above you as his own orgasm was fast approaching.

Within one swift movement, he pulled out of you and removed the condom from his hard throbbing cost.

‘Hold your ass open Love’ he groaned while he quickly started to stroke his cock and, of course, you complied with his request.

After a few quick strokes, you could feel the tip of his bare cock on your abused little hole, spurting rope after rope of his warm cum inside you. Just as he wanted, he flooded your ass with his cum, soothing the tender walls of my rectum that he had fucked so raw, marking the territory as his own.

You felt every detail. I felt his cock expand and relax, expand and relax, swelling with every surge. You could feel the cum leak inside you.

Having an orgasm from anal sex was a completely different experience than having one from oral or vaginal sex and you were determined to do this again.

***

After you both collapsed on the bed, you could feel his cum leak onto the sheets which turned him immensely. But, he knew that this was a one off thing and he certainly didn’t want to give you a false impression.

‘So, I can pick the painting up in six weeks then?’ he asked and you nodded.

‘Yes, just call me in six weeks and we can arrange a time’ you said, watching him get dressed.

‘Grand, I will see you then’ he winked. ‘I hope you wont be too sore tomorrow Love’ he added before wishing you a good night.

[queenshelby]

Cheat Pass (Part Two of Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 2,777

Warning: Pure Filth and Smut, Anal

Guys, this is my filthiest piece yet…just so that you are warned.

Notes: There will not be any romantic involvement here. This series is going to be pure smut on its face value. It is also not based on Cillian’s actual marriage. It’s pure fiction.

Over the past few weeks, you had become Cillian’s beck in call and you certainly didn’t mind.

You had always fantasised about him and were almost a little star struck when you began to work as his assistant on the set of Peaky Blinders.

You were engaged and he was married, yet you both were free to sleep with each other casually. There were no feelings involved. It was nothing but pleasure and sexual desire.

When it came to sex, Cillian was quite different to your fiancé and you certainly didn’t mind giving into his primal needs and desires. Whilst he was kind and quiet in real life, he was rather dominant and kinky in the bedroom and there were some things he craved that his wife was not willing to give him. But perhaps, you would.

***

You had been talking the previous evening about different sexual experiences, what you had and hadn't tried and what you had always been curious about. The subject of anal came up. Immediately you baulked and started dismissing it as something you would never do again.

‘Tried that once, never again. It fucking hurts’ you explained.

‘Did he know what he was doing? Because it shouldn’t hurt for very long’ Cillian asked in response.

‘I guess so, he just went in as he normally would’ you said with a shudder.

‘Then he had absolutely no idea what he was doing’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Do you do it…uhm…with your wife?’ you then asked.

‘No…she won’t even try’ Cillian laughed.

‘So, you want…uhm…you know’ you asked, shyly and nervously.

‘I want to fuck your ass Y/N, yes’ he said as he looked deep into your eyes. There was seriousness to his gaze along with a stark honesty.

‘Give me another glass of wine and I may let you’ you said reluctantly. You didn’t really want to try it but you found it difficult to deny him. There was something about him which always made you give in to everything he wanted.

‘Trust me, you will like it…maybe not initially, but you will after a few minutes or so. Apparently, some women even find the pain quite pleasurable’ he said to you very softly and very calmly.

You loved it when he took that tone with you. Dominant, yet reassuring and safe all at once. It was the same voice he used when he was taking charge of you in the bedroom. Dulcet in delivery, with a silky velvet husk, underpinned by a forcefulness that stirred a carnal need in you. He had the ability to seduce you instantly with just a single word. You felt a tingle between your legs and your chest flushed as you adjusted your position. The familiar sensation of secretion escaped you between your thighs.

Caressing your hip in reassurance, you never once broke eye contact. You felt wetness between your legs that had become almost an expectation whenever you were alone together.

***

As expected, it wasn’t long until you found yourself completely naked on the bed with Cillian, ready to give him what he wanted so desperately. He put his hands on your waist and kissed you almost forcefully. He loved the feeling of how unsure you were at times, how innocent and reserved.

You could not fight Cillian’s agile tongue and moaned softly as Cillian began to move his hands freely over your body. He once again explored your smooth curves and dips while you whimpered softly. He finally found your pussy with his fingers and rubbed in circles, collecting some of your wetness, before moving his fingers in between the crack of your ass cheeks.

‘Oh fuck, Cillian…’ you squealed and jumped up.

‘Don't fight it, just relax’ Cillian said before he kissed you again and used his tongue to elicit sweet moans from you as he gently pushed one of his fingers into your tight hole while rubbing his palm against your wetness.  

To your surprise, it felt good in a way and you couldn't fight the feelings brought on by his skilled fingers. He pushed maybe a third of his finger inside, causing you to draw in a deep breath which is when Cillian told you to relax once again. But, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t.

‘I will make you relax then’ Cillian winked before, slowly, but surely, Cillian kissed his way down your body.

Once he reached his destination, he leaned in and opened your legs. The lips of your pussy were swollen and glistened in the low light and Cillian could see your clit at the top of your pussy and licked at it.

‘Oh god, yes fuck’ you moaned. As usual, it did feel amazing, even if you were terrified about what he wanted to do to you.

Without you noticing, Cillian sneaked one of his fingers back in between your ass cheeks while he continued to lick you, running his tongue through your slit and sucking on your clit.

Little shocks ran through your body and, just as you relaxed, Cillian pushed his finger half way into your tight hole while his tongue never left your pussy.

‘Ah! My God don’t…oh god’ you moaned and wiggled and squirmed as Cillian licked and sucked your juicy pussy and played with your tight asshole.

‘You can take it Y/N…hold still and it won’t hurt so much’ Cillian instructed. The sensation was fire and ice all at once. What was this man doing to your body? You loved it and were frightened at the same time.

‘That’s it Love’ Cillian said reassuringly as you finally relaxed again and he continued his assault and your clit and, before you knew it, his entire finger was thrusting in and out of your ass.

The feeling nearly made you come and you arched your back as you neared orgasm.

‘Cum for me, Y/N. Cum while I finger your tight little asshole’ Cillian groaned and, whilst you were shocked by the filthy words coming out of his mouth, they immediately sent you over the edge.

At that, your tight hole clamped down on his fingers, and you howled, your body contracting as you came, your breaths juddering out of you as your pussy thudded like a second heartbeat.

‘That's it’ Cillian whispered, sounding proud, and awed. ‘You're such a good girl, so fucking sexy’ he dragged his lips across your pussy as it twitched and drooled, and his tongue flicked out to taste your cum.

You twitched but couldn't muster the strength for much more than that. No one had ever made you cum that hard and you were beginning to worry that you might be as depraved as Cillian thought you were and had told you many times.

‘Do you remember what's next?’ Cillian then asked with a dark anticipation in his voice. He pulled his fingers from you with a slight pop, smearing your sucking asshole with the remnants of lube before pulling you up and kissing you gently.

You nodded, then whimpered, and fisted your hands again, as he took his hands off you.

‘Get on all fours’ he instructed and you nodded again and leaned over the pillow he had placed in the middle of the bed. The anticipation grew and nervousness set back in.

You felt exposed, waiting for him to take what he needed. Then, mere minutes later, he positioned himself behind you and you felt something cold pressing against you, probing lightly into you, and you felt the strain as your asshole struggled to widen against his cockhead. He sawed the tip of his cock back and forth, pausing occasionally to add more lube to your already oozing asshole.

‘You need to relax and stay still’ Cillian instructed which came out in a low grunt and, as he said this, he thrust a little deeper into you, and you felt your ring stretch hotly around his invading cock.

‘Nnnnngh’ you whimpered, pulling away as much as you could. In a flash, his hands were around your waist, pulling your back down on to him. He held still for a moment, the tip of his cock twitching inside you.

‘Just relax, Y/N. I promise I'll make you love it’ Cillian said. His voice was low, and reassuring, and you couldn't help the shiver that travelled up your spine.

He thrusted experimentally, and another quarter inch of his cock slid into you, clenched tightly by your sphincter. He reached a hand down to your pussy, and, whisper light, began to stroke your clit. You humped into his fingers, whimpering as he slid further into you, stretching you wider, until, finally, your asshole closed around his head, and you breathed a shuddering sigh of relief.

‘That’s it Love…your ass feels so fucking good’ Cillian groaned as he stroked your back, and smoothed a hand over your ass cheeks, swatting one gently, and chuckling as you flinched. He pulsed against you, and you could feel him sinking deeper and deeper, the pain flaring and burning hotter as he fed his cock into you, inch by blistering inch.

‘Please, take it out, it hurts, it's too big, please, please’ you said and, just as you did, Cillian’s hand dropped down to your clit again, soothing, stroking, strumming, and he pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving the tip inside.

‘You can take it Y/N, just relax’ he said again and you sighed with relief as he stilled only for it to gust out as he pushed back into you.

You bit the blanket, muffling your shriek, and still he flicked your clit, confusing your body and sending your synapses into a dizzying spiral.

‘Fuck…that’s it, take my cock in your ass Y/N’ Cillian groaned as he set up a rhythm, thrusting shallowly into your aching ass, timing the thrusts to a gentle slap of your clit, and you huffed in a breath, body twitching away from his invading cock. He gathered your closer, and you felt his body press against you.

‘Good girl’ he ground out, nipping your shoulder as he finally felt you relax around him, accepting his intrusion.

‘I'm about to shove the rest of my cock into your ass and I'm going to fuck you, nice and hard until you scream my name. And then, if you beg nicely, I may cum in your sore little ass’ Cillian groaned as he pushed into you, his cock heavy and dragging as you writhed in pain and pleasure at the same time, wincing at the intrusion. He moved smoothly, pushing his entire cock into you and you could feel each throb of his cock inside you, your asshole moulded around the shape of him.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you moaned, biting into the sheets as pleasure was slowly overtaking the pain and you relaxed again.

‘Good girl’ he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. ‘So fucking hot. So tight’ he groaned.

He pulled out slightly, and thudded back into you, sending sensations tearing through your body as you shuddered. He thrust shallowly, over and over, your asshole scraping against the sides of his cock.

Without warning, he pulled his cock out, lubed it again, then crammed it back in, splitting you obscenely as you cursed and spat. He did this a few more times, speeding up as he went, then began to fuck your ass in earnest, long, hard strokes as you howled into the bedsheets. His fingers curled into your hips as he grunted in time to his thrusts.

‘Fuck, I've wanted…’ he panted, ‘to do this from the second I met you. So, fucking innocent. So naughty’ Cillian groaned, causing you to moan out loudly.

‘Oh god, Cillian, fuck, don��t fucking stop’ you moaned and found yourself twitching back to meet him, the coiling pain intertwining with a strange, heady pleasure. He growled his approval, and held still, letting you slide your ass back and forth on his cock.

‘That’s it Y/N…fuck…push back against my cock’ Cillian groaned as you were swirling your hips around, swallowing his cock with your ass as he groaned and shook at the sensations. The tension built and coiled inside you as he pulled in and out, the burning pain becoming deliciously intermingled with your pleasure as you twitched and jerked and gasped. He stilled completely, and, when you twitched your ass back towards him, he held your still.

‘Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck your ass’ Cillian groaned and you whimpered, hands clenching and unclenching against the sheets, toes curled, eyes squeezed shut as you attempted to catch your breath.

‘Come on, Y/N’ he whispered. ‘Give in to me. Beg for me. I want to hear your sweet voice begging me to fill your ass with cum’ Cillian groaned.

You whined, before complying with his request.

‘Please’ you muttered, pushing your face into the pillow.

‘What was that?’ Cillian asked and you could picture his lascivious smile and growled unintelligibly.

‘Please’ you gritted out, pussy clamping against nothing.

‘Please, what?’ Cillian asked again.

‘Please…will you fuck my ass...please’ you finally begged.

‘I think you can do better’ Cillian said, his deep voice vibrated through you, shattering your bones as you waited with clenched teeth.

Then, suddenly, Cillian pulled completely out of you, pressing kisses to your shoulder.

‘Please Cillian, fuck my tight, little ass, I want your cock in my ass, please, I want you to fuck me until I can’t take it anymore, please cum in my little asshole, fill me up and make me yours, please’ you begged.

Your words caught in your throat as his freshly lubed cock ground into you, all seven inches slamming in, widening your asshole and your eyes as you thrashed frantically, desperate for his cock to soothe the deep aching throb that had taken over your whole body.

‘You beg so fucking nicely’ Cillian grunted, his hips slapping against you.

His voice was dark and possessive, and his hands grabbed your waist forcefully as he snapped forward into you. Your pussy spasmed, and you shrieked into the bed as he slammed his cock deeper, grinding inside of you, groaning.

‘Fuck Y/N, fuck’ Cillian eventually groaned loudly and you felt his cock swell, and throb, and then, there was liquid heat filling you, and you lost control.

You threw your head back and forth, growling and howling and whining, animalistic and hungry, and your body convulsed as you came around him, your asshole milking his cock as he filled you with jet after jet of his hot cum. You felt it splash against your insides, and your breath came in shuddering staccatos as you writhed under him, coming apart around his cock.

His jerking subsided, and he stilled, stroking you as you panted and twitched. He pulled his cock gently from you, ignoring your whine of protest, and kissed your shoulders again.

In this moment, you were ready to collapse forward but Cillian held onto your hips.

‘No, stay there…let me watch my cum flow out of you’ he instructed and you couldn’t believe how filthy minded this man was. Who would have ever thought?

Before you knew it, Cillian pushed your cheeks apart with his hands and stretched your tight hole again, watching his cum ooze out of you.

‘Fuck Y/N, that’s so sexy, just watching you like this makes me fucking hard again’ Cillian observed.

‘Get away from my ass Murphy’ you chuckled, not ready to take him into your rear end again any time soon.

He grinned as your limbs finally dropped to the bed, and he was standing over you, staring. His gaze was possessive, dark, and caring, his eyes roving over every inch of you.

‘I told you that you would like it’ Cillian then smirked as he sat by you and caressed your face as you came down from your high, blinking at the occasional streaks of pain that would shoot through you. You sat silently like that for a while, until you felt his cum start to dribble from your asshole, and your face twisted.

‘Next time will be easier’ Cillian winked before getting up and getting dressed.

‘So, we are doing this again, are we?’ you asked with wide eyes.

‘I hope so…despite, you need a little more training. No doubt, your fiancé will thank me for it’ Cillian then winked.

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Cheat Pass (Part Three of Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,500

Warning: Pure Filth and Smut, Anal, Rimming, MMF Threesome

Notes: There will not be any romantic involvement here. This series is going to be pure smut on its face value. It is also not based on Cillian’s actual marriage. It’s pure fiction.

Filming of Season 6 of Peaky Blinders has come to an end your fiancé Trey was meeting you in Liverpool, which is where you introduced him to the cast and the crew.

During his visit, you went to the local pub for dinner, which is where you both met with Cillian and some other.

Trey knew about your relations with Cillian and condoned it by having given you the cheat pass. But, whilst he knew that you slept with each other more than once, he didn’t know what exactly you were getting up to.

All he knew was that you enjoyed yourself and were a little sad that this was it.

"You want me to ask Cillian to go back to the apartment with us?" your fiancé asked after a couple of beers, noticing how you looked over at him with eyes full of lust.

Nodding your head, you smiled back at him. You never had a threesome before but the idea excited you. Trey couldn't help but sigh at what he perceived to be a slight attempt to look innocent at him.

“Don’t pretend to be all shy now” Trey eventually laughed before asking whether you enjoyed fucking him.

"I did…and I would love to have sex with you both” you said shyly as Trey’s teeth flashed as he grinned and stepped towards you. Your big eyes gazed back at him, as if you were starring through to his soul.

"I should've known that you were into some kinky shit” your fiancé then chuckled and you threw your arms around his neck and leaned in and softly kissed his lips. Trey still appeared to be baffled by your newfound lust and naughtiness.

"Luckily for you, I don't mind sharing" Trey said as his fingertips caressed over your skin. Quirking your eyebrows up, you bit down on your lower lip.

Right then and there, Trey had to kiss you and you both of you couldn’t help but notice that Cillian was looking over, smiling.

‘Now go talk to Cillian for me and I'll be seeing you in a few hours” you said as your lips drifted apart and Trey nodded back at you as he stepped away.

"Alright, I'll do it. Only for you, baby” he said.

***

‘Well Y/N, that I didn’t expect’ Cillian chuckled as he walked into your studio apartment together with your fiancé. ‘Not from you anyway’ he then said, grinning as he did.

‘Yet, you are here’ you said as your fiancé was pouring three glasses of wine.

‘Have you ever done this sort of thing before?’ Cillian then asked and you and Trey both shook your heads.

‘You?’ you asked Cillian who was still grinning his head off.

‘A few more times than you’ he chuckled before taking a sip from his wine getting rid of his shirt pretty much immediately.

Watching Cillian undress completely unbothered by your fiancé’s presence, you pulled at the straps of your dress and then began to shove it down from your hips.

‘Jesus babe’ Trey said surprised as you pushed the dress down your legs and stepped out of it. Already completely naked, with only the high heel pumps remaining on. You placed your hands on your hips, spreading your legs out to give the men a good view of your entrance down below.

‘So, what are you two waiting for?’ you asked and, within moments, you watched both men undress eagerly.

‘So wet already and we haven’t even started’ Cillian chuckled as Trey reached out with a hand, fondling one of your breasts and Cillian reached out with another, running it in between your slit.

Before you knew it, you were throwing your arms around them both. You pulled them in, shoving their faces down to your tits.

You loved having two men lusting over your body and you roamed the palm of your hands down their backs, slowly caressing their skin while fighting off the urge to finger yourself, as they continued.

Cillian was the first to stop, moving his face away from your breasts and then Trey did the same.

You turned your head slightly, looking back at Cillian as your eyes met. You used your left hand to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Trey caught sight of this from the corner of his eyes. He came to a halt from sucking on your breast, watching as you were lip-locked with Cillian.

You traded multiple kisses while Trey did his best to captivate your attention by squeezing both of your breasts in his hands. When you finally stopped kissing Cillian, it was now his turn and, just as you kissed your fiancé passionately, Cillian grabbed your hand placed it onto his hard cock.

‘Common Y/N, you’ve got another free hand for your fiancé, don’t you?’ he chuckled and, within seconds, you had gripped both cocks.

You slightly squeezed Cillian while glaring back into your fiancé’s eyes.

Taking your time to tease the men, you waited before slowly falling down to your knees. Your right hand held Cillian’s long cock while your left hand was gripping Trey's with authority. Situated on your knees with the discarded dress directly below you, you finally set your eyes on those two long poles. You were eager to taste them while hearing your fiancé moan.

‘It’s been too long Y/N, did he take good care of you?’ Trey asked.

‘Very good care…and he taught me a few things too’ you said as your eyes shifted up towards Cillian.

‘Common Y/N, show your fiancé what you learned’ Cillian grinned and, with those words spoken, you parted your lips and guided Cillian’s cock into your mouth. Letting out a muffled moan, you wasted no time bobbing your head up and down. As you sucked him, your left-hand wanked Trey's shaft back and forth.

‘Damn’ Trey groaned, enjoying watching you pleasure Cillian with your mouth.

Cillian groaned, letting out a loud moan as his eyes focused on you down below. You sucked him inch by inch, moving your hand down to the base of his cock as you gripped it. After a few more seconds of slow sucking, you pulled your lips back to the head and released his cock with a popping sound.

Turning your head to the left side, it was time to give Trey's shaft some oral attention. She started by spitting on it and then shoving it into your mouth. As you began to suck him, Trey was relieved.

‘Common Y/N, you can do better. Be a good girl for your fiancé and take his cock all the way down your throat ’ Cillian groaned, watching you as, finally, you pushed your mouth all the way down, quickly deepthroating him hard enough to force yourself into gagging.

As you sucked Trey, you used your right hand to jerk Cillian’s long shaft back and forth. With a slight choke, you pulled Trey's cock out of your mouth and then went back down on it.

‘She's fucking dirty, taking it all in, you are one lucky man’ Cillian praised and hearing Cillian speak aloud was enough to distract you. You pulled your lips back to the head of Trey's cock, releasing it with a popping sound. Your eyes shifted up at him as you grinned deviously.

Then, you shoved Cillian’s cock back into your mouth and then let go of his shaft, properly sliding it to the back of your throat to give him an equal feeling of your deepthroat skills. He groaned, gritting his teeth momentarily before you pulled your lips back up and proceeded to bob your head up and down.

“That's what I like, there you go, such a good girl” Cillian groaned again as he was feeling the pace pick up.

"God, that is so fucking hot” Trey observed as you gorged yourself on Cillian’s cock. Over and over, you bobbed your head up and down only to stop and pull away with sticky saliva strings dangling back to it. Again, you alternated by pushing Trey’s cock back into your mouth. This time, you sucked him harder and faster and he slowly got onto his knees so that you had to position yourself on all fours.

‘Fuck me Cillian, please’ you huffed out with Trey’s cock in your mouth.

‘Where do you want it? In your pussy or your tight little ass?’ Cillian asked, causing Trey to gulp as you never liked anal.

‘My ass is nowhere near ready for you guys yet’ you chuckled before concentrating again on sucking your fiancé.

In the meantime, Cillian had moved down on his knees, quietly motioning to you to climb up on all fours. Before you did so, he leaned in and kissed your back. Trey was quick to realize that Cillian would be fucking you from behind and, while Cillian got in position behind you and began to tease you by rubbing his cock down between your thighs, Trey watched with wide eyes.

As you continued to suck your fiancé, you felt the head of Cillian’s cock pushing past your vulva lips. You let out a moan and glanced behind your right shoulder to offer him a wink.

‘Fuck, she is so fucking tight’ Cillian groaned as he entered you and you let out a loud moan against Trey’s cock.

Trey felt the vibrations from the noises you were making around his cock while, at the same time, hearing Cillian let out a grunt and moan. It felt like time had passed so much since the last time Cillian had his cock in this pussy, though it had been less than three days. He let out a sigh of relief as he began to buck his hips and thrust inside you. Trey watched, seeing how slow Cillian was going before he panted his hands onto your head and began to pump his cock into your mouth.

‘You like when he fucks you don’t you?’ Trey asked, making you suck his cock, wanting to match the overall speed Cillian was going in.

Once more, your mouth was making all those slobbering and sucking noises that had become music to the ears of both men.

‘I like it so much, yes, fuck’ you moaned around Trey’s cock as Cillian smacked your ass then planted his hands down on your hips. He could feel his balls smacking against the undersides of your ass. Slowing down a bit, Cillian knew he had to come to a halt. Trey knew when to stop as well, but he made one final effort to shove his cock all the way down your throat. Listening to your gag and choke on his shaft before he pulled it out. You coughed and a flood of saliva trickled from your open mouth, streaming down your neck and onto the bed sheets below. When Cillian pulled his cock from your pussy, you swallowed your breath before glancing behind you.

Then it was Trey’s turn to have you and he was quick to change spots with Cillian.

‘You are going to be a good girl and let me fuck your face while he fucks you?’ Cillian asked and, of course, you complied with his request and, just when Trey entered you, Cillian took hold of your hair and shoved his cock into your mouth.

‘That’s it. Good girl’ Cillian said, making you gag and Trey was surprised to see how much you enjoyed him being so rough with you.

After several more minutes, Trey pulled out of you, clearly needing a break. You were surprised that he was lasting so long to start with.

‘Are you alright?’ you huffed, causing Trey to nod.

‘I will be joining you guys again in a minute. For now, I want to simply watch my fiancé enjoying herself and being fucked’ he said and Cillian couldn’t help but smirk.

‘Do you want to watch her tight little ass being stretched open, hmm?’ Cillian asked with a smug smile and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the filth coming out of his mouth.

‘We tried this once but…’ your fiancé went on to say and, just as he did, he watched Cillian push you onto the bed with your ass up and exposed to him.

‘Slow, remember’ you reminded Cillian, interrupting Trey’s sentence as, suddenly, you felt Cillian’s tongue dip into your wetness and then run upwards over your tight little backside.

‘Holy fuck’ you cried out, not expecting Cillian’s mouth to end up there, right in between your butt cheeks.

He circled his tongue firmly over your anus, making you moan and wanting to be filled.

‘Oh god, please’ you moaned as he continued his assault on your ass until, finally, he pulled away.

‘Please what?’ he asked cheekily and you knew that he wanted you to beg.

‘Put your cock in my ass. Please fuck my ass’ you moaned and, just as you did, you could hear Trey moan at your words.

‘Not yet’ Cillian said and, without lube, he gently pushed his index finger inside your rear entrance while massaging your clit with his other hand.

‘Oh god, please….your cock…I want it…I need it…please’ you begged again just as his tongue joined his fingers once again, making you squirm.

Cillian couldn’t help but chuckle and, after a minute or two, he pulled his finger out of your ass.

‘Throw me the lube man’ Cillian then asked Trey who was watching your ass being playing with while stroking his cock on the armchair across from the bed.

Trey nodded and walked over towards you, handing Cillian the lube as he sat down next you and watched Cillian push his length directly up your ass.

‘Oh my god’ you moaned as you took him, inch by inch and Cillian moved his hands to your hips. With a soft grip, he began to thrust upward, driving his cock into your ass while Trey watched speechlessly. You moaned, cooing for both men as you felt every inch of Cillian’s long cock pumping up into your ass. You used your left hand to reach down to your neglected pussy and began fingering yourself.

‘He’s in my ass, fuck’ you moaned, looking at your fiancé, who was surprised that you could take it. It was a display of pure lust and he sat there for a moment, enjoying this sight and the sound of your and Cillian’s bodies smacking together in a solid rhythm.

‘You have become so good at this. I think you are ready for another cock, don’t you think?’ Cillian moaned and, when Cillian said that, you gazed forward and looked at Trey’s face. You moaned, trying your best to give him those desperate puppy dog eyes. It wasn't about begging, but you wanted him to see your desire without saying any words. Nodding your head wasn't good enough for Trey however.

‘I want both of your cocks inside me’ you moaned eventually as Cillian continued to thrust upward into your ass while pulling you back and allowing Trey to lie down on the bed.

Without allowing Cillian to slip out of your ass, Trey guided himself into your soaking wet pussy and you couldn’t help but scream aloud. You felt so full.

‘Oh my fucking god’ you cried. The sensation of having your holes stretched by two big cocks was enough to make you louder than you had been before. Both cocks pumped inside of you, off set from a rhythm with Cillian thrusting into your ass followed after Trey pumping.

‘You like that, huh!? You like getting fucked by two guys’ Cillian observed as your breathing became louder and heavier.

‘So much, fuck, oh god fuck me’ you moaned and, the more you yelled, the harder Cillian pumped his cock into your ass. Again and again, he gave you everything he had. Trey had slowed down from pumping into you, but his cock was still deep within. You were lost in a heavenly bliss of pleasure with these two men fucking you.  

‘Fuck me! Don't stop!’ you moaned feeling your orgasm approach.

‘That’s it, come for us Y/N’ Cillian grunted while pulling his right hand back to quickly spank your ass. For now, Cillian was the only one thrusting while Trey was entirely distracted, concentrating on not coming yet himself.

‘Fuck, oh my god’ you moaned as, finally, just like before, you felt both of them thrusting into you. One cock after the other with Cillian bucking his hips slightly faster than Trey.

When you screamed again, Cillian made an effort to thrust harder. He grabbed at your hips, moving his hands beneath Marcus who was now pulling your ass cheeks apart for Cillian and Cillian loved to watch his cock pumping in and out of your ass while listening to your moans and cries of pleasure.

Over and over, you felt inch after inch of both cocks pumping into your holes. Cillian began grunting and perhaps that meant he was close enough.

Gritting his teeth, Trey pumped into you harder and faster now and, when you gasped with your lower lip falling, that was enough to tell them both this was it. Your legs began shaking as Trey felt the flood of your juices from within. He closed his eyes, grunting as you screamed out.

Your voice calling out with that slurred speech was enough to distract Cillian and Trey who both also grunted aloud but proceeded with their motions until you came down from your high.

‘Come on and help me up! Get me down on the floor! Neither of you came yet...’ you eventually huffed out after they had both pulled out of you.

Without replying in spoken word, Cillian moved his hands over to your hips and then both he and Trey aided you. Once you got up you wasted no time falling down to your knees on the floor. Cillian stood at your left hand side, soon joined by Trey as he put his feet to the floor and stepped around. Once again, you were down on your knees ready to service those two big cocks that were all for you. You reached out with your hands, grabbing them. Trey's cock was slick, coated in your juices that dripped to the carpet floor below. As you wanked them, you gazed up at both men. your hands moved up and down at a quick pace, prompting Trey to smile at you.

‘Suck it one last time for me, baby’ Cillian groaned, knowing that this would be your final goodbye.

You didn't reply. Instead, you shoved his cock between your lips and loudly slurped on it. You didn’t care about the fact that he had just fucked your ass and began to bob your head up and down, devouring it inch after inch.

‘Fuck Y/N, take it all in. Take my cock down your throat’ Cillian groaned as you gazed up at his face as you sucked the first few inches and then used your left hand to begin wanking up in sync with your lips moving down. You attempted to wank Trey's cock but he snatched it away from you, eagerly wanking himself as he had aimed it towards your face. She continued to suck Cillian, making him moan.

‘That’s it Love. Are you ready for all this cum?’ he groaned and you knew right when to stop, pulling your lips off Cillian’s shaft with a popping sound. You let go of his cock, allowing him the privilege to wank himself as you sat back on your knees. Both cocks were aimed directly at your face. All you could do was grin, knowing that within seconds, you were about to be a sticky dripping mess. You moved your hands down to your breasts, holding them up in case any cum missed your face.

"Cum for me! Give it to me!” you moaned as you opened your mouth and, right as you finished your words, Cillian turned his head towards his length and filled your mouth with rope after rope of his warm cum.

‘That’s it Y/N, fucking swallow it all’ he groaned and so you did, swallowing his warm cum before turning your head towards Trey and repeating the process. When Trey was done, squeezing his shaft to force out the final drops that only trickled down onto the floor. Out of breath, both men stood there drained completely with you gazing up at them.

‘That was fucking amazing’ you grinned, licking your lips.

‘Well, you two should come and visit in Dublin one day. No doubt my wife would love to meet you both’ Cillian suggested.

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The Mistake - Part Three (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader)

Warning - smut (from the offset)

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His lips were warm against yours, his hand gently pressed against your cheek. He pulled back slightly to gauge your reaction. When you didn't pull away, he moved back in. Quickly, the kiss became heated - both of you locked in a strong, passionate embrace as he repeated what he'd seen on the TV earlier and slammed you against the wall.

No words were exchanged as you simply ripped at each other's clothes, discarding them over the living room floor.

"What are we doing?" You asked between kisses, suddenly coming to your senses.

"Scratching an itch," he groaned, sliding his fingers through your folds. "Want me to stop?"

"I want you to stop with the foreplay and get on with it," you demanded, eyes locked on his. He smiled and nodded, feeling just how wet you were. Foreplay certainly not necessary.

Lifting you off your feet, resting your back against the wall, he lined himself up and slid into you. Both of you giving a deep, satisfied groan with each inch.

"Fuck me you're tight.." he gasped, giving you several slow thrusts to let you adjust. Your nails clutched around his shoulders, and once he felt your walls relax the pounding began.

Taking his lead from the sex scene you'd just watched that turned you both on, he pretty much repeated it. Slamming into you, your legs gripping him as close as possible, your nails raking over his back.

"Right there, right there..."

"Holy fuck you feel good... So. Fucking. Good..." Each word came with a slam of his hips, your world was becoming more blurry as the pounding continued. All you could focus on was his cock hitting you hard, and your impending orgasm looming ever closer.

You couldn't even speak, your breath coming out in small gasps, your mouth hanging open in a silent O, his hot breath on your neck as the pressure in your abdomen built higher and higher.

It hit you like a bullet train - a soaring, burning heat the travelled up through your body like lightening. Your legs shaking, your nails drawing blood from his back.

It took you a few minutes to come down, and you realised he was still hard inside you.

"You didn't - ?"

"Oh honey, I'm not done with you yet," he slid out of you and pulled you to the sofa, bending you over the back of it. "There's another one in there for me, I could feel it."

You didn't know how you could possibly cum again after the force of that one - but he appeared to know your body better. Sliding himself back in, one of his hands holding your shoulder, the other pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail, the relentless slamming of his hips restarted with earnest.

Turns out he was right. You would cum again. It was already building.

"I wanna hear you, let it out," he groaned, his hips thrusting against you from behind. You could hear and feel his balls slapping against your clit, the pure filth of the noises your union made was making you wetter than you ever had been.

"Cill, don't stop, please! Like that, just like that!"

You weren't normally loud in bed, most men you'd been with weren't exactly worth shouting about, but he was hitting you different. He was good.

Very fucking good.

"Oh baby I'm not stopping until you can't see straight."

The language coming from you would have made your Catholic mother disown you. You'd have been written out of the will before you could blink. The primal groans and grunts coming from behind you turning you on so much it didn't take long before you came again over him.

"That's it, I can feel it... I've got you little one... Give it to me, cum for me again..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes... Fuck yes!" You were clutching the cushions so hard your fingers were turning white. Gritting your teeth as another flash of ecstacy floored you, you could feel your juices gushing from your pussy over his thighs.

"Oh you fucking did, didn't you... dirty girl, squirting all over my fucking legs, fuck I'm gonna cum so deep inside that pussy," his breathing changed, his thrusts hit deeper, and his release came swiftly after yours. An almost feral groan passed his lips, his hand in your hair pulling tighter, his hand on your hip squeezing harder as his release flooded into you. You could feel his cock pulsate against your walls, ropes of warm cum hitting your cervix.

Once he'd caught his breath, he pulled out of you and fell over the back of the sofa, lying naked on the cushions with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. He looked up at you, still bent over the back of the couch.

"Shit, did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

"Haven't ever been fucked like that before," you gasped, feeling his cum slipping down the inside of your leg.

"Are you okay?"

"Never been better," you grinned.