#mike Kiernan x reader

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

IGNORANCE WAS BLISS

KINKTOBER DAY 27 - SOMNOPHILIA WITH MIKE KIERNAN

Pairing.| Mike Kiernan x fem!reader

Summary.| Mike makes love to you when you're dead asleep, because that's the only time you'll love him.

Warnings.| Dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, p in v, accidental cream pie, stalking, peeping tom, mike's obsessed.

Word count.| .7k

It was a long, stressful, draining day for Mike. Somehow he ended up at the pub to relieve his tormented mind. A few too many beers later, his mind was completely focused on you. He missed you and needed to be buried deep inside of you, as soon as possible. However, there was one issue. You had broken up a couple of months ago. The chances of getting back together was a cloudy topic, but Mike was in love with you. The completely smitten man was doing everything to prove his devotion to you, but his patience had worn thin recently. 

You still wanted to be with him, he was certain. That’s why you never asked for your key back. Quietly, the key slid perfectly into the lock and the door clicked open. Never did he come here drunk, so Mike didn’t realize how heavy he was breathing or how loud his footsteps were as he stumbled to your bedroom. 

You’ve suffered from insomnia and were prescribed sleeping pills about midway throughout your relationship. So every night, you were out like a light as you held onto Mike like a baby. Mike missed that sensation, he dreamt of it, he craved it immensely. 

The first time, he just watched you, until the sun crept through the curtains. The second time, he laid on the bed beside you and breathed in your sweet scent. It wasn’t until the fifth time that he remembered the touch of your warmth. 

In his defense, he believed that you subconsciously wanted it. You never slept with such easy access, yet now that he secretly visits you, you happen to? A part of you was aware that he was here. A bigger part of you missed him as much as he missed you.  

He fell onto the bed and crawled up beside you. After he placed a couple of sloppy kisses on your cheek, he unbuckled his belt. You only wore a night dress, your cunt completely accessible. After a couple minutes of foreplay with his digits, accompanied by your sweet moans, Mike slipped his member inside of you. 

“Mike…” you murmured. 

You liked to dream of him, that much he knew. 

“It’s me honey” he exhaled in satisfaction as his hips slowly rocked inside of you. 

Your walls clenched in rhythm, similar to the motion of breathing in and out of a paper bag. A kiss would be planted on a new inch of your skin, he had to be careful not to accidentally leave a hickey. You groaned out as his hips snapped in harsher than usual. Mike’s head shot up in fear, the rest of his body completely still, but his heart rate slowed down as you remained unconscious. 

Without a second thought, Mike continued on. The bed creaked in rhythm to his light moans. It was extraordinary with how you’d stay asleep. Especially when he felt you orgasm around him. 

“Mis-h yo-uu Mike” you mumbled your confession into the pillow. 

Another kiss is placed on your jawline. Then he nuzzled his head against yours, hands intertwined with one another. 

“Do you love me?” he whispered softly into your ear. 

“Mhmmm” you hummed, a gentle smile on your lips. Mike smiled widely, his cock twitched against your walls, he was nearly there. “Love you… so much” you purred, which made his eyes widen. It was the first time you had actually said it, he didn’t realize how solacing it would sound. 

In the spur of the moment, Mike’s thrusts rapidly pounded into you until he suddenly stilled. He grunted out as his seed shot deep into your womb, simultaneously to him sucking on your shoulder. Mike mumbled how madly in love he was with you. How he was prepared to do anything for you.  

Mike panted out as his head collapsed onto the pillow. His eyes fluttered as he squeezed your hip. When he shifted his hips back a little bit, Mike froze in fear. The realization crashed over him, he had finished inside of you. Every time he had painted your thighs, that was easy to clean up, to hide his tracks. 

But this would be almost impossible to do without waking you up. He could already feel his cum trickle out of you. Were you even still on birth control? Mike gulped heavily, sobriety ran through him like a train. How the fuck was he supposed to get out of this?

[ceirinen]

December 2023

I decided to make a list of every fic I read each month.

I would like to interact more, but life has been complicated recently and when it comes to interacting, I get very anxious which is something I'm trying to overcome.

So, here I made this to appreciate such amazing writers and stories that inspire me and others everyday. To the authors, I want to thank them for their dedication and time spent on writing to offer us fascinating stories.

I totally recommend their work.

(If you are in this list and you don't want to, please let me know so I can fix it).

@cillianmesoftlyyy

So New | Cillian Murphy x fem!reader Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader

@runnning-outof-time

Research | Tommy Shelby x Reader Bedtime Stories | Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

@zablife

teacher!Luca Changretta x Reader Funeral | Tommy Shelby x sister!reader A Visit to the Peaky Blinders Set | Cillian Murphy x wife!reader

@gypsy-girl-08

Festive Spirit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader All I Need... | modern!Thomas Shelby x Reader A Gentle Warning | Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader

@pacifymebby

Arthur Shelby x Reader

@fkmarrycill

Pre-Gaming | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@holacia3

Lost and Lucky | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader Surprise visit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

@beastofburdenxo

Let Me Praise You | Tommy Shelby x Reader Raising Catherine | Tommy Shelby x Reader

@look-at-the-soul

If I let you go | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@your-nanas-house

What does my princess want? | sugar daddy!Cillian Murphy x sugar baby!reader I'm pretty sure you're mine | sub!William Killick x dom!fem!Reader What are we, idiot? | Neil Lewis x best friend!Reader Thirsty | Tommy Shelby x secretary!Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

To the end of the world | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Tommy, the teddy bear | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Emergency surgery | baby!Tommy Shelby Fanfiction | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Anon | Alfie Solomons

@lis-likes-fics

Loner | Edward Cullen x Reader At the End of the Day | Tommy Shelby x wife!Reader

@rafeology

Mentor!Finnick Odair x victor!reader

@wife-of-all-dilfs

Flower Therapy | Finnick Odair x Reader

@darlingsfandom

Cillian Murphy x Reader Tommy Shelby x artist!reader Soft sugar daddy | Robert Fischer x Reader

@pinguwrites

Home Is Where the Heart Is | William Killick x future!reader

@http-finnick

Skin to skin | Finnick Odair x fem!insomniac!reader

@acewritesfics

Lost Love | Tommy Shelby x Reader 36 Minutes | modern! Tommy Shelby x Reader

@dearshelby

Had you first | Tommy Shelby x Reader Little Tommy | Thomas Shelby x oc

@lau219

Red Carpet | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@peakyswritings

I Do Bad Things | demon!Tommy x Reader

@shelbystales

Ceramic Lessons | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@darthannie

Day eighteen: breeding kink with Lenny Miller | Lenny Miller x f!Reader

@hllywdwhre

Afterglow | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@red-write-hand

I'll be home for Christmas | Thomas Shelby x Reader

@mysaintkitten

Bad Behaviour | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader

@notyour-valentine

The Spirits that I summoned | young!Tommy Shelby

@brummiereader

No Son Of Mine | Tommy Shelby

@youbyradiohead

Strawberry Syrup | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillianthinker

British accent | Cillian Murphy x Reader Young and in love | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillspropertea

Coming home | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillmequick

Operation Christmas Tree | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

[mysaintkitten]

you want to do a student/teacher roleplay with Mike kiernan 😏 he is hesitant at first but gives in

Bad Behaviour | Mike Kiernan x fem!reader

prompt: mr. kiernan punishes you (NSFW!! NO MINORS!!)

WARNINGS: very minimal plot. pure smut. student/teacher role play obvi, spanking, innocence kink, size kink(ish), unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, orgasm denial

word count: not sure tbh, not very long 🤷‍♀️ (not proofread)

“i don’t know .. i just feel weird about it because i’m like .. i’m an actual teacher, you know.” mike admitted, he was fully down for role play, but when you mentioned a teacher and student role play .. he got a bit wary.

you sigh softly, “i understand, mike, but i’m not an actual student. we’re two adults. it’s pretend, baby.” he nods, but he still doesn’t budge.

“how about this,” you start, “we’ll try it out, and if it gets too uncomfortable for you, we can stop. okay?”

after a few moments of consideration, he huffs and dips his head back, “fine.”

as you bite your lip with excitement and lean over to kiss his cheek, you quickly scramble off the bed to start getting changed.

the two of you start to prepare for this role play. he dresses as he normally would, but a bit more formally, and you slip into a short plaid skirt and a tight button up with a bit of cleavage peaking out.

once mike gives you the heads up that he’s ready, you knock on the bedroom door, and the show begins.

“mr. kiernan?” you ask from outside the door,

“come in.” he responds sternly. “and shut the door behind you.”

you comply and slink your sway inside, shutting the door behind you. mike hasn’t seen you in this costume before, and he can already feel himself getting a bit worked up at just the sight of you.

“do you why you’ve been brought to detention, young lady?” mike questions, leaning his body forward to open a small drawer and pulling out a wooden ruler.

“no sir .. i’m not sure.” you say coyly, clasping your hands behind your back while giving mike an innocent glare

he sighs and slowly walks over to the edge of the bed and sits down. “you’ve been a very, very bad girl.” he claims for the sake of the role play, “now, come here.” he adds while patting his lap.

you approach him timidly, watching how his eyes scan from your tits down to your legs. you’re so exposed, yet clothed enough to leave just a bit to the imagination. mike knows exactly what your body looks like, yet when you’re packaged up like this it’s almost like you’re brand new to him.

as you stand beside him, he pats his lap again.

“lay across my thighs, darling.”

you follow his commands and lay your stomach against his thighs, wiggling around a bit to get yourself comfortable before slightly perking your ass out for him.

“do you know how we punish girls who misbehave?” mike purrs, running his large hand against one of your clothed ass cheeks. you shake your head, “no, sir.”

“they get spanked, sweetheart. you’re going to get ten strikes and you’re going to count them aloud, understood?” mike hums as he switches the ruler to his dominant hand.

“yes, sir. i understand.” you breathed, mentally preparing yourself for the smacks.

“good girl.” he praises quietly as he slowly lifts the bottom half of your skirt, quickly realizing that you have no underwear on underneath. he groans at the sight of your pussy, you smirk proudly while hiding your face.

he clicks his tongue and skims his hand along the bare skin, “no panties either? dirty, dirty girl ..” he scolds, bringing the ruler down to your ass and teasingly pressing against the cheek, “ready?”

“mhm ..” you mumble, biting your fist in anticipation,

“what was that?” mike taunts, lightly tapping your ass with the ruler. your body jolts gently at he light smack, and you clear your throat to respond. “yes, sir. i’m ready.”

“good.” he purrs before bringing the ruler up and quickly snapping it back down, causing a harsh sting to spread across your ass.

“mh!” you whimper, “one ..”

he snaps it down again,

“t-two ..”

and again,

“th.. three ..”

and again, and again, and again, until you reach 10. you don’t know if it was deliberate, but it felt like the smacks were getting rougher and rougher as they went on.

“there you go, hopefully now you’ll ..” mike begins to say before his voice trails off, your now glistening pussy catches his eye. he leans in a bit closer and spreads your slick lips apart with his index finger and thumb, chuckling breathily at what he sees.

“did those spankings get you excited, pretty girl?”

“i feel all tingly and warm between my thighs .. i don’t know why, sir ..” you whine, shifting your hips around in attempt to give yourself some friction on your needy pussy.

mike sighs as he dips a finger between your folds, spreading your slick around. “it’s natural, love. your body likes the touches. and when your body wants more, your sweet little cunt will get all wet ..”

he slides his middle finger inside of you with ease, you moan quietly and clench your thighs together. mike feels his cock twitch in his pants at the slight grip of your pussy against his finger.

“‘n it loosens up, see how easily you took my finger, baby?” he adds, slowly fucking you with the lone digit. “your cunt wants something bigger, doesn’t it, darling?”

“yes .. i think so, sir ..” you moan, feeling your cheeks tint pink from the eroticism. for someone who initially didn’t want to do this, mike is doing a really good job.

“you want me to fill you up, baby? make that cunt feel nice ‘n full?” mike purrs, his eyes glued on your pussy as it eagerly accepts his slick finger, your arousal beginning to spill onto his palm.

“yes, sir ..” you groan pathetically beneath him, he tuts quietly as he slides his finger out, teasingly sliding it between your folds again while you whimper. “where are those manners, sweet girl? let’s do this again .. would you like me to make your cunt feel good?”

“yes, yes, please sir!” you huff, arching your back against his touch, mike smirks and pats your ass gently. “good girl. get on the bed and lay down on your back.”

you quickly rise to your feet and scramble onto the bed, you lay on your back and patiently wait for mike with your knees bent and thighs together. mike gets up and crawls onto the bed, you can see something different in him. something in his eyes. he’s too far into the role play to want to stop now.

he sits on his knees in front of you and places his hands on your thighs, “spread your legs for me, love.” mike cooed. you comply, slowly spreading your thighs apart for him. he finally gets a better view of your pussy, but your skirt is still adding the slightest bit of coverage. something about it is so slutty, he didn’t realize how much it would rile him up.

he reached his hand out and toys with your folds again, using his free hand to lovingly pet your outer thigh.

“has anyone ever licked you here before?” he questions softly. he knows the answer. he’s eaten you out before, but it’s a part of pretending. and some deeper part of him does like the idea of being the one to make you feel all these things for the first time.

“no, sir .. never ..” you breathed as you shift your hips forward slightly to give him a better angle to play with you.

“would you like me to, pretty girl?”

“hm ..” you breathed, “what if i don’t taste good ..”

mike brings his slick fingers up to his mouth and sucks your arousal off, humming approvingly at your taste.

“tastes real fuckin’ sweet, love .. “ he praises, his cock is aching at this point. he wants to be inside you so badly, but he needs to taste you first. if he had the option between penetrating you and eating you, he’d pick the latter every time. he was an absolute fiend for oral, giving and receiving.

before you know it, his head is between your legs and he’s lapping you up like his life depends on it.

“oh, jesus, sir!” you moan loudly as mike brings his attention towards your clit, sucking on the swollen bud skillfully.

“does it feel nice?” he temporarily moves his mouth to ask, quickly returning continue sucking on your clit.

“it’s .. it’s good just .. too much ..” you pant, shifting your hips around beneath his head. he doesn’t allow this for long, his hands make their way to your hips and he forcefully holds them down in place.

“poor baby ..” he taunts, breathing heavily against your warm core. “is your clit too sensitive for that? would you prefer for me to ..” before finishing, he licks a long flat stripe against your cunt, starting right from the bottom of your opening and ending with him flicking his tongue off your clit.

“o-oh, mike!” you gasp, temporarily losing your ‘character’ in the moment, he lets out a small breathy laugh against you before correcting you. “it’s sir, or mr. kiernan, sweetheart. don’t make me have to correct you again.”

“i’m s-orry .. sir, please, need you-“ you ramble as your heels dig into the mattress, your hips wriggling around involuntarily as mike eagerly prods your hole with his tongue, occasionally bringing his tongue back up to lick your clit before bringing it back down to your hole and repeating the process.

“need me how, love? come on, you’re a big girl. use your words.”

“mmf “ you whimper in desperation, “your cock, sir, please-“

“there we go. so polite.” he purrs as he removes his head from between your legs and finally begins to free his eager member. as he unzips his pants and tugs them down, he refrains from palming himself. he’s already so hard, and he wants to feel you more than his measly palm.

he removes his pants and boxers, your eyes shift down to his flushed hard cock. the slight shine of pre come on his tip catches your attention.

“sir ..” you choke, “you’re .. really big ..”

he chuckles, “think you can handle it?”

you nod slowly while tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“has anyone ever fucked you raw before, pretty girl?” mike hums, lowering himself down to align his tip with your opening. he teases your folds, nearly pushing himself inside before pulling back out, spreading your arousal around with the head.

“n-no, mr. kiernan ..” you pant, lolling your head back as pure desperation floods your system. you know he’s probably working you up on purpose, fuelling the role play in a sense, but you need him, oh so badly.

mike smirked, “it’ll feel so nice, sweet thing .. nothing between us ..”

as he finishes his sentence, he slowly begins to insert himself inside you, exhaling deeply at the snug sensation.

“is this ..” he starts before groaning, “‘s this comfortable for you, love?”

small whimpers spill from your lips, “yeah .. mmf- just .. hurts a bit ..”

mike thrusts into you slowly at a calm and steady pace, slowly stretching you open around his cock. the stinging began to dull and you were left with the pleasure of mike inside you

as your whines shift into moans, mike begins to pick up the pace. “look at that ..” he hums as he watches himself disappear inside of you, “who woulda thought that a little thing like you would take my cock so well ..”

“ngh-“ you huff as mike gets harsher with his thrust, “‘m not little-“

“you’re little compared to me, sweet girl.” he corrects as his eyes make their way back up to your face while placing his hands onto your hips and gripping them roughly. “and this cunt- fuck, this cunt .. gripping me so goddamn good, baby.”

you glance at mike as he pounds into you. there’s something so sexy about seeing him get so dirty in his formal wear. if anyone saw him out in public dressed like this, they’d never be able to guess what disgusting things he likes to say in the bedroom. they’d wouldn’t assume he’d be fucking his girlfriend raw while she wears a school girl outfit, that’s for sure.

“how’s it feel, hm?” mike groaned, “‘m so fucking deep inside of you .. can you feel me here, love?” he asks while pressing the pads of his fingers onto your lower abdomen. you whimper loudly as you feel his tip brush against the area he’s pressing on, “yes- yes, s-sir-“

“pretty little thing has never been this full before, has she?”

you shake your head while whining, finding it hard to articulate any sort of sentence right now.

“keep being a bad girl .. and i can ‘punish’ you whenever .. fill up this cunt whenever you need it ..” mike chuckles, “i’ll still spank you .. now that i know how wet that gets you ..”

a new wave of arousal rushes through your body and you feel yourself becoming wetter around mike, “s-sir-“ you mewl.

“sweetheart ..” mike growls at the sensation of you getting slicker around him, your walls occasionally clenching around him in the process. “you like the idea of me punishing you, don’t you?”

you swallow and nod, gripping the duvet beneath you so harshly that your knuckles begin to turn white.

“filthy little thing .. showing up to her punishment with no panties on .. hoping her teacher sees and takes advantage of her ..” he hisses, his thrusts becoming sloppier as his jaw hangs slack.

mike screws his eyes shut and tips his head back, “god, fuck-“ he moans under his breath, “gonna come, baby-“. you clench around him more, deliberately, trying to get him closer to his orgasm. and unsurprisingly, you succeed.

as he holds his hips tightly against yours, his load spills inside of you, you feel the warm liquid shooting out of him as he huffs loudly, mumbling curses and praises.

with a few more weak thrusts, he slowly pulls himself out. he lifts up your skirt to get a better view of his come spilling out of you. he groans, slowly pushing a finger inside to stuff his come back inside of you.

“sir ..” you whimper, “hm?” mike responds, crawling off the bed to zip up his pants.

“i didn’t finish ..”

he tuts and pouts condescendingly, “aw. too bad, baby.”

“but i was so close ..” you frown, spreading your legs a bit for him in hopes that he’ll come back and resume the job.

“for future reference, my love, orgasms aren’t just given. they’re earned. and you haven’t earned it.” mike shrugs, “sorry, pretty girl. behave better in class and maybe i’ll consider letting you come.”

and with that, mike leaves you on the bed. high and dry. well, not really dry, but high for sure.

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helloooo !! this isn’t very long, i know, but i hope you guys still enjoy it !!

[deceitfuldevout]

Happy Purge

Purge AU: Soft!Dark!Mike Kiernan x Student!Reader

Word Count: +2,068

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Stalking, Kidnapping, Power Imbalance, Use of blood as lube, Mild gore, Purge day.

Author's Note(s): I was thinking about this and coincidentally it's kinktober haha!

It's been almost a decade since the first purge. A lot has changed since then. You remember a time when people didn’t have to worry about looking over their shoulder. Even the morning after was gruesome scene. There was an official purge cleanup crew for that reason alone. You couldn’t help but stare at the clock on the wall.

If you could squeeze in just one last assignment, you'll be free for the weekend. Suddenly, you hear your name being called. It breaks you out of your train of thought, turning to your instructor and apologizing, "Yes Professor! S-sorry..." now embarrassed that you've been caught by him. Professor Mike Kiernan

According to his students, Mike was more than an exceptional teacher. Every last one of them adores him. If not, well then he'd have to look out for tonight. You on the other hand, have always felt there was something off about him. As if he were harboring a dark secret. Maybe it was the building nerves. After all, tonight would be the start of the annual Purge Day.

Mike ends class an hour early, giving his students enough time to reach home safely. You on the other hand, take the opportunity to finish up remaining school work. Mr. Kiernan was also in charge of study hall. He notices you're the last student left and approaches your desk, "Forgetting something?"

You look up at him with your pen still in mouth, taking it out to speak. That's when the realization hits. "Oh sh—shoot!" Quickly correcting the slip up. You had completely forgotten. In about thirty minutes the sirens were going to ring, after that the Purge would commence. You lived a little more than half an hour away. How on earth would you make it to home on time?!

Mike notices your fidgeting, poor thing. You were so caught up in school work that you'd completely forgotten. Always so responsible, one of his best students. So kind and generous. You were always a good student, helping anyone that needed it. Was it bad that he wanted to keep it all for himself?

"Do you need a ride home?" he offers, "It's not safe out there, especially not for a young lady like yourself," kind, genuine words. Your phone is almost dead, and you had no point of contact. So you take his offer, "Thank you professor Kiernan, Seriously," You grateful to have someone like him. He walks you to his car parked on the edge of the lot. He takes his time walking to it. You on the other hand, were in a hurry.

You felt almost embarrassed by the way you held the door handle eagerly waiting for him. To unlock it. He chuckles, clicking the button of his keys to open it. You hurry inside, not wasting a second hopping onto the seat. As he began to drive off you could hear the first warning bell. There would only be two more before the final sirens. Your eyes are glued to the red sirens attached to each public building, the blaring makes you feel sick.

When the car makes a sudden turn off the main road, you begin to grow suspicious, "Professor?"

"Yes?"

"This isn't the way to my house..."

"I know, but it's too late for that now," he answers, "The third alarm is about to go off, we won't make it in time," his eyes are still glued to the road. You gather enough courage to speak up again, "Professor....professor where are we going?"

"I live nearby, you're more than welcome to spend the night," he answers, "The last thing I'd want is for those animals to harm a student of mine," he reassures. Mike lives in the more rural side of town. There's a growing feeling you have that something was wrong about all this. But what other choice do you have? It was better than being out there alone on the streets.

As soon as you arrive to Mike's home, he activates the security system. When he first bought the house, the first thing he did was install a Purge-proof security system. He walks into the kitchen, rummaging for something, "Would you like some tea?" he opens the pantry to fetch some herbs. While it boils he gets some jam and toast for it. As soon as he finishes up, he places both cups on the table.

You notice that Mike hadn't taken a sip from his drink. Your eyes widen with fear, "You haven't touched your cup..." there's a pause. Then he realizes his mistake, "Ah, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you nervous," he switches the drinks, "Here, have mine," he takes a sip from your cup to insure it hadn't been spiked. It calms your nerves knowing that there was nothing to worry about.

Mike had kept his promise that you would be safe here. It's been a while since he's had anyone over. He tries his best hosting skills, a round of charade, following by a board game. It was honestly one of the best purge experiences you've had yet. A great distraction from the events occurring outside. He insists on watching a movie to kill the time, you agree. Why not? Besides, Mike's company wasn't so bad.

It was during the middle of the movie when you needed to use the restroom. He points you to down the hall. On your way back, you notice a door had been left open. It was most likely the master bedroom. When you reach the knob to close it, you accidentally take a glimpse inside.

That's when you notice what was there. No....there's no way...You enter his room to get a closer look. Mike smiles to himself. To think that he'd been so worried about everything, and for what? You seem to be enjoying his company. He was right all along, there was something more to your relationship.

He hears you rushing down the hallway, there's an angry look on your face, "What the fuck are these?!" you toss the photos on the ground. Pictured in each and every last one of them is you. Some of them were taken while on campus, others were downloaded from social media posts. He smiles, "Now I know what you're thinking, but if you just hear me out--"

"Not a fucking chance!" you back away from him. He's confused, why now were you acting out? It was going so well between the two of you! Can't you see how much he cares?

"Don't you see the love and dedication I have for you?! And you know it too!" he nears, "I know you feel the same way..." his voice sounding more desperate, there's a deranged look in his eyes that doesn't meet his smile, "Tell me you weren't thinking the same thing, when you waited for me after class," he held a hand to his chest, expressing his love for you.

He's finally letting you know how he's felt for a very long time. You were at a loss for words, there's no way he actually thought--between the two of you? He's delusional. To think you and your classmates actually trusted him. You're pissed, "Get it through your fucking head! You're my professor! That's all you'll ever be!"

After hearing that Mike's smile fades. He could feel heart shattering into a million pieces. Maybe it was a mistake, bringing you here on your own terms. If he knew this was how you would react, then he would've just stuck to the original plan. He knows he could get away with it too. After all, it was Purge day.

Usually, he'd go against something like this. But what other choice does he have? It quickly turns into a fight or flight situation. You knew he was stronger than you, so there would be no point in fighting him. What other choice did you have other than running? Mike is much faster than you realize. He's quick to grab you before you've had a chance to alert the security system.

Mike drags you across his home. He stops by a door located on the side of the staircase. He almost rips the hinges off when he pulls you inside. You fought with all your might, scratching, pushing, hitting wherever you possibly could. To him, they felt like nothing. He's dealt with worse. In the struggle, you're sent tumbling down the stairs.

Mike uses his body to shield yours from the fall. He cradles your head against his chest. Yet still, you were fighting him, after everything he's done. You scurry towards the other side of the basement. As far away from him as you could possibly be.

Mike sighs with annoyance, "You have no idea what it's like..." he lifts himself off the floor, his hands now balled up into fists. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold himself back, "You have no idea what it's like seeing you every day, and not being able to do a damn thing!" he charges, slamming you against a wall, he leans his head closer to yours.

Still there was that look of admiration in his eyes, "We could've been so happy together," Mike grabs you by the throat, pulling you into a deep, searing kiss. In retaliation you bit his lip. He winces in pain, "Will you just...stop fighting me?!" his anger gets the best of him as he slams you against the wall. You're left stunned after getting the wind knocked out of your lungs.

Mike is quick to catch you. He panics, "Please! I don't want to hurt you!" He yells over and over again, "I love you! I love you! Please! I love you!" there are tears in his eyes, "Just please...let me love you..." he sighs against your neck, placing a kiss on the bare skin, "Look at what you do to me..." he grinds his bulge against your clothed mound.

You could practically feel how big it was, even through the many layers of clothing. It makes your skin crawl, how he's played the role of a caring professor and community member for so long. Could he even see himself right now?! "Look, whatever you want, a house, a baby, I'll give ya," Mike never knew he even wanted those things, not until he met you. Don't you see? You're all he's ever needed.

You fought him like a trapped animal. His feisty little wildcat. You use both fists to land a few good hits on his face, over and over again. Hitting his nose with a 'crunch' sound. But still, it doesn't stop him. Mike can't seem to understand why you were trying to escape. It was useless fighting him. This would be so much better if you just gave in. Because eventually, he's going to get what he wants. He pulls you into another forceful kiss.

For that, you headbutt in right in the face. Mike winches, pulling away from you with a now bloody nose. He throws you to the ground. Then pounces, caging his body on top of your own. He begins to unbuckle his belt, dragging his boxers down to free his cock. He spits a wad of blood in his palm, that'll do for now. He doesn't want to waste anymore time. Purge would be ending in a few hours, and he'll make sure to use every last minute of it.

He knows how the law works in this area. If a couple lived together for over a year, then it would legally bind them together as husband and wife. Mike doesn't mind that idea at all, 'My wife...you're going to be my wife," he sighs. Your stomach churns after hearing that, "No...no please, this isn't what I want!"

"You don't even know what you want" Mike starts lifting up your skirt, he's eager, almost giddy, "But I do," yanking down the waistband of your panties. He forces his member deep inside, groaning from the sensation of your walls pulsing. You scream from the intrusion. It resembles a cat's howl.

Tears begin to form, now blurring your vision. Your claws sink deep into his chest, as he began thrusting in and out of your channel. He doesn't stop, not until he finishes. He has only one goal on his mind, to plant his seed, leave a legacy behind, "Take it, take it..." he mumbles over and over again.

"Professor?" a student asks, causing Mike to break from his trance. His student asks the question again, "How was your purge?" genuinely curious. What did Professor Mike Kiernan, of all people, do to earn those nasty bruises? He's still wearing his sweater from yesterday, now caked in his own blood. The first thing he did the morning after, was drag himself out of bed and straight to lecture. He couldn't help but grin, "Well, ran into some trouble, but, no worries,"

His students and coworkers felt bad. They all said the same thing, how Mike was the last person who deserved something like this. If only they knew. After a long day of lectures, he finally drives home. He passes by the Purge's official memorial road. There are numerous photos of people who had either lost their lives or went missing.

When he sees your photo, he can't help but smirk. He parks his car on the side of the road, approaching the stand. He pockets the picture for keepsake, smiling to himself as he returns to his car. It's been a long time since Mike has looked forward to coming home.

Perhaps Purge wasn't so bad.

[saintmuses]

❝𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧❞

Pairing:

Dark!Mike Kiernan x Neighbor!Reader

Summary:

Mike liked his neighbor a little too much that he was willing to do anything to have her even if it meant destroying her if she didn’t listen.

Warning(s): SMUT. Dub-con. Implied age gap (everybody’s grown). Infidelity. Soft!dark!Mike. Possessive!Mike. Manipulation. Hints of stalking. Blackmail. Technology is involved. Like this is filthy as hell. P in V. Fingering. Oral (f-receiving). Flashbacks in italics as well as phone calls. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 3.3k

Craning his neck, Mike inhaled slowly before exhaling as he tilted his head to the original position to look out the glass panes of his window to her bedroom window across the yard.

She couldn’t see him, but he could see her. She was opting for comfort by wearing a plain t-shirt and black shorts. He could tell she was not wearing a bra underneath which sent a slight shiver down his back ah the idea of getting his hands on her breasts.

He had learned everything about her as much as he could after he noticed her the first time a year ago.

The easiest way to have some sense of connection to her was being such a friendly neighbor with phone numbers exchanged.

“Are you lonely? Is that why you call me?”

He hesitated, “yes.” He murmured, a little white lie slipped from his tongue, using one of his fingers to trace the cord that connected to the receiver from the machine. “After Kasia broke up with me, it’s very quiet around here.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. We wanted different things,” he said truthfully. He had meant what he said, but he did not want them with his former girlfriend. He wanted them with his neighbor. “Apparently she fell in love with her roommate.”

“Ouch.” He could hear her wincing, and he smiled slightly at her next words. “Fine, I’ll be your shoulder for you to cry on.” She said exasperated, but with a smile in her voice.

First photo set of her in red lacy nightgown ended up in his camera roll on his slim device the first time he spotted her standing by the window unintentionally.

Also mentally filing away the fact she had a boyfriend who didn’t appreciate her. Beers and sports parties was his go-to dates with Y/N. He knew he could treat her far better than her boyfriend ever would.

“Just because I said I’ll be willing to lean an ear for you, it means you call me every night?” She huffed into the receiver, and he grinned because he could tell it was without a bite.

“You’re being mean,” he smirked, watching the clear liquid swirling in the glass as he shifted it.

“I’m not being mean.” 

“Oh, but you are.” He said albeit breathlessly.

More photos saved into his camera roll as she wore soft burgundy lacy bra and panties that night.

“I saw you a few weeks ago with your face beaten up…are you okay?”

“Eh, just a misunderstanding. I had to clear it with the schoolboard. Skunk was being bullied by her two neighbors, and I stopped them.” He shrugged although she could not see him. “Guess the girl didn’t like the consequences, conspired with her sister, and accused me of being inappropriate towards her, and their father wasn’t happy with it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

The ringing ended with a click as it was picked up. Her breathing could be heard through the receiver as he waited for her to greet him.

“Hello?”

“Come up to the back patio,” he murmured, an urgency in his tone as he spoke into the receiver.

“Mister Kiern-“

“I know for a fact you are alone with a big bowl of what did you say is your favorite snack?” He inquired as he observed her through his window blinds.

She sighed, letting out a soft laugh that sent his heart into a state of pitter patter. “Puppy Chow,” she said petulantly.

He hummed in acknowledgment; he knew that of course. “And you’re drinking something with Moscato in the biggest wine glass you could find which I do have. So come up to the patio.” He said beguilingly, attempting to convince her.

“I have a boyfriend.”

A grimace flitted across his face. “I know but fuck him.” He said bluntly, irritation coated his tongue as he spoke into the receiver. “It doesn’t hurt to hang with friends. We are friends, aren’t we?”

A long pause then a sigh. “Fine, I’ll be there.” She relented.

He couldn't stop the toothy grin from spreading across his face. “Alright.”

Mike had been filling their wine glasses with her favorite wine twice now since she had been here for forty-five minutes.

He enjoyed being in her presence; however, she had to stop calling him by his last name as if it was going set any boundaries between them.

“Stop calling me mister Kiernan,” he murmured, sucking in his bottom lip, and swiping his tongue across it.

She looked at him in surprise. “What else am I supposed to call you?” She was confused, and he chuckled slightly.

“My name.” He stated the obvious.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

He stared at her. “Say my name.” He leaned in, using his nose to graze the curve of her cheekbone. “Say my name,” he repeated softly.

Her lips parted; his eyes flickered down to them while he was internally smirking. She was almost susceptible to his wiles. Although he was silently begging for her to say his given name.

“Mike.” It was a whisper. A word that bridged the distance between them in a way despite not moving at all.

He tilted his head slightly, observing her facial features. “You’re stunning,” he breathed, staring at her.

She shifted slightly in her seat, clearly, she was uncomfortable with the compliment he gave her. “You’re just lonely and I’m the only one who’s willing to deal with you.”

Mike chuckled, seeing how she was attempting to deflect him. “I’ve been wanting to say that since I met you,” he admitted.

She hesitated, eyeing him before reaching for her bag. “This is inappropriate. I…I have to go,” she said quickly, stuttering as she stood up from patio sofa.

His hand snapped around her wrist in a vice grip as she attempted to walk past his legs that were in her way, he tilted his head to the side as he peered up at her. A hint of amusement in the lilt of his smile as if he found her attempting to leave funny.

“I have photos of you in your underwear,” the words were spoken in a calm tone, building the tension towards the threat. “If you leave now, I will gladly send them to your boyfriend.” He said casually, his thumb rubbed absentmindedly across her wrist.

She looked at him with wide eyes. “When did you…?” She trailed off, and he knew she was afraid of the answer.

“Every time you changed by the window. You forgot you had an audience across from you, didn’t you?” His tone went from calm to almost condescending with a hint of rhetorician since they both knew the answer. She had truly no idea she had a peeping tom club of one member.

“You wouldn’t.”

His lips curled to the side in a form of a nasty smirk. “Oh, but I would.” He then chuckled, without a sense of humor in his tone.

“We didn’t do anything, it’s just me changing my clothes by the window.” Her voice was weak, trodden like.

“Well, your boyfriend wouldn’t know that, would he?” He questioned flippantly, almost mockingly as his eyebrows raised. “All I have to do is send him those risqué photos without any context and he would just take it how it is.” 

Her bottom lip trembled as she swallowed, “why are you doing this?” He knew she felt betrayed by him…more of his intentions since they were not true honest to begin with, and she was just figuring that out.

“I’m just tired of not having what I want…” his eyes trailed from her eyes down to her wrist that he held with a precision of a tight grip, “and what I want is you. Now sit next to me, sweetheart.” His tone booked no space for arguments.

His grip on her wrist eased up when she sat down next to him. He heard a slight echo noise when she dropped her bag next to her leg.

He inhaled slowly and deeply as his eyes roved over her body, relieved after all this time he finally got what he wanted.

Mike placed his hand on her knee, right next to her hands, gliding his thumb over her skin.

“I just want you.” He said softly, nudging her hand with his before he grabbed it.

Her breathing turned erratic, as a hot shiver of delight went through him as his hand eased her onto his covered pulsating cock and he began a fluid stroke in her palm, “you feel that?” He rasped into her ear, “that’s what you do to me. You’ve been doing this to me for a year.”

He could tell she was mentally calculating the math of when he had felt this way. “Ever since I moved here?” 

“Even then.” 

He wound his hands into her hair, cradling her head almost reverently, while he hungrily, desperately, violently, met her lips with a savage force.

He knew the circumstances were not idealistic, he knew she did not want him, at least not like this, but he was desperate for her.

His heart raced as she seemed to accept his request. He smiled softly into her lips and moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the furniture, his body pressed against the curve of her thigh as he pulled his glasses off his face and set them on the table beside them.

He leaned away slightly with an intent of reaching out with his hand and gently raising her shirt until the sliver of her breast began to reveal to his hungry eyes.

He then leaned down and started kissing her skin under her breast, lightly licking the flesh as he did so. His lips were teasing, making sure that she enjoyed every moment before slowly building up the intensity.

He was going to make sure she would like it even if she did not want to.

His tongue moved from the skin to the edge of her breast, his tongue slowly kissing along the edge as he pushed the hem of her shirt to reveal more of her breast.

His lips curled slightly when he heard her whimpering, especially when he nipped the curve of her breast before trailing his tongue from the spot to her nipple. 

His lips continued to nibble on her breast while his tongue swirled around her nipple; gently teasing it. His hands moved up to her shirt, quickly removing it completely so that she was shirtless in front of him.

He leaned back, his gaze locked on her body before his fingers slowly traced down the curve of her body, moving from her chest to her hips before placing his hands on them.

He took a second to appreciate her body before his fingers slid into the waistline of her shorts, slowly easing them down her thighs. After he dropped the article of clothing next to the patio furniture, he settled his hands on her ankles.

“Spread your legs for me.” He said breathlessly, almost inaudibly as her legs parted, exposing her thighs to his ravenous gaze.

His hands trailed from her ankles to her thighs, gripping them before he reached for her fabric covered cunt, tracing his index and middle fingers down her slit before pressing into her folds.

She was soaking wet, and he could feel it through the fabric.

He smirked at her soft little pants as she let him touch her clit through her underwear. His eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of her hips shifting, her thighs widening slightly as he traced her sensitive spot. 

He continued sliding his fingers of his other hand along the soft skin of her thighs, his thumb gently teasing the edge of her underwear.

He then leaned back to stand up, removing his shirt in process until he was bare chest. Then he removed his pants, only in his boxer briefs. 

Mike grinned as she watched him remove his shirt and his pants, exposing the shape of his slim muscles and pale chest. Her gaze was roaming over his body before he sat back down in the same spot, leaning forward again. 

Mike’s fingers moved to the edges of her underwear, beginning the process of removing them.

She closed her thighs so he could get the underwear down easily before parting them even wider to expose her vulnerable spot to him.

He smirked at her easy cooperation as she parted her thighs. He had expected her to be a little hesitant and resistant, but she wasn’t making this a challenge. 

His fingers moved her folds apart to reveal her swollen clit after he removed her underwear. 

As she was now exposed to his hungry gaze, Mike leaned down to kiss her spot, lips caressed her folds gently before parting it to let his tongue trail up her cunt, lapping at her wetness. He swallowed it before kissing her spot again, then leaned back to look up at her face, his lips curved into a soft grin as he observed her reaction. 

Her lips parted as her eyelids were closed tightly. Her face was flushed from arousal.

“Such a sensitive girl,” he cooed softly, rumbling softly in his chest.

Opening her eyes, she flushed profusely. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just…I’ve never been touched.” She mumbled.

Mike chuckled, however a thrill shot down his spine at the thought of being the first one to take her, despite having a boyfriend and knowing she used her sex toys to play with herself. 

His chuckle faded, only humming to indicate his understanding before he leaned down to kiss her sensitive spot again. 

“There’s no need to apologize,” he said softly, his lips still on her cunt. “I was just…observing how sensitive you are.”

He kissed her clit again, this time, using his tongue to explore the texture on her sensitive spot, gently kissing and lapping at her cunt some more until her hips began to shift slowly as she parted her thighs even wider.

He then leaned back slightly to grab his phone that was lying on coffee table, and he looked up to see her gaze on him. She was confused, looking at him with a question in her eyes, clearly waiting for an explanation.

“I just need to capture these moments,” he responded softly, a smirk on his lips as she parted her thighs even more, exposing her sensitive cunt to the dimming light of the sky. “I want to remember every moment of you.”

She breathed, looking away shyly before closing her eyes .

He felt her skin as he parted her folds slightly, feeling her hole gaping slightly as he did so then he bit down his bottom lip as he pressed the icon that indicated a photo being taken. 

He parted her folds even more, this time, moving his finger gently into her hole. He felt it tightened slightly around his finger as he took another picture. 

“I need these images of you,” he murmured as he took another picture. More pictures began to pile into his camera roll, more digital prints to jerk himself off to later whenever she was not available.

Mike’s breath grew deeper from the sight of her lips parted and her eyes clamped shut from the soft noises she was letting out as he pushed down on the side of the opening to make it gape wider.

He felt her walls attempting to tighten around his finger as she whimpered, and he took another picture, this time, making sure that the camera captured the up-close position of her cunt.

He smiled softly, eyeing her as she opened her eyes, and he placed his phone aside to her thigh. He took a long look at her, observing her reaction as he withdrew his finger from her cunt.

He then reached for his underwear, pushing them down his hips then his pale thighs. Pushing them off to the side after it reached around his ankles, then he propped himself onto his knees on the cushion between her thighs.

Mike inhaled sharply when he noticed her curious eyes on his cock, he slowly began to hover her, wanting to keep her gaze on it while his eyes were locked on her cunt, his body and demeanor suggesting that he was ready to take her body and make her his for his own enjoyment.

He dragged her thighs until the back of her thighs meets the sides of his legs. Making him almost pressing against her. while he was stroking himself lightly, he only placed the thick tip of his cock against her little hole with no intention of taking her just yet.

His body language was one pure dominance and lust. He had a grip on her thighs, keeping her legs from moving too much so that he could fully enjoy her body however he pleased.

Mike moved her legs as he adjusted the position of his body over her body. He had his device ready once again, the thick tip of his cock placed against her little hole. 

He smirked to himself as he aimed the camera at her cunt, getting the picture he desired.

He then switched over to video format, pressing to record as he used his other hand to use his thumb to stretch the hole lightly, teasing his thick tip with it as it gaped slightly. His throat rumbled with a slight groan as her hole was beginning to stretch by his thumb and the feeling of it felt good against his cock. 

He made her legs part even more as he held her thighs, keeping her in place to ensure that he wouldn’t miss a thing, that the recording wouldn’t miss the sight of it.

He pushed into her opening just very slightly, letting her feel the tip of the thick head of his cock before pulling away slightly and repeating the process.

He was enjoying the expression on her face, seeing how she squeezed her eyes shut and let out soft little whimpers. 

His fingers were firm on her folds, keeping them apart as he continued teasing her hole, pushing his cock in into her cunt slightly and then pulling out as he filmed it.

His eyes then widened as he saw her hands pulling her folds apart to make her little hole gape wide, exposing her sensitive area beautifully to the camera. He groaned a bit at her action and used his thumb to slowly trace her hole as she kept her thighs parted while letting him film it.

Mike pushed his thick tip into her opening with more force this time, the tip slowly slid into her hole. His breathing became deeper, almost ragged as he slowly entered her cunt deeper than before.

He stopped filming it, throwing the phone to the side and gave her a harsh thrust as he slammed the rest of his cock into her, making her cry out.

He let out a grunt as he felt the heat enveloped his girth, “fuck.” He breathed as he gripped her hips tightly. His fingers flexing into her skin as he reared back and thrusted back into her with such force.

She whined loudly, arching her back before he began to drag her along with him as he eased himself onto the cushion, his back pressed against the patio furniture.

She muttered brokenly as she sunk down on his length. “I- “ she was out of breath already, her eyes half lidded as her hands held onto his shoulders.

“Fuck.” His hands grabbed her hips to control her motions, using his hands to guide her up and down. “Taking me so good,” he grunted in her ear before leaning away slightly. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her bouncing on top of his thighs.

[wutheringcaterpillar]

The Student

Summary: Professor Kiernan is caught between a rock and a hard place after realizing his student's car won't start in a piss poor thunderstorm. Being the gentleman he is, he invites her over to his home, not expecting the twisted turn of events when he realizes the true story.

Warnings: Noncon, age difference, student x teacher dynamic, male SA, stalker!reader, oral (m!receiving), p in v, restraints, non-consensual photos, trauma

My very first collaboration with @your-nanas-house ! Thank you so much for writing this with me and to all the followers, hope you enjoy!

It was a Wednesday, rain was pouring down the town drenching and hitting everything it could reach. 

Not many were outside, just the few that still needed to rush back home or find shelter under the nearest roof— just like you.

At that time you were stuck under the violent weather of that country, your clothes completely soaked and tight against your cold body. 

You were bent over your car, goosebumps all over your flushed skin, intending to fix your small car which refused to start and that way let you reach the warmth of your shared apartment.

Luckily you weren't the only one caught off guard by the rain, other students, who had similar schedules as yours, were busy rushing around to dry and warm up. Just like some professors.

Not even one stopped to help you or moved closer to do something and prevent you from catching a cold or worse... not even a single one in half an hour.

You were slowly freezing, your hand shaking as you continued to take a look as best you could so as to be able to leave. You had started to regret not having called a mechanic but it was too stormy to even use a phone, though. 

The screen was already wet and you could barely search the number when suddenly the rain stopped hitting your head, making your gaze quickly drift up to meet the cold colors of an umbrella.

"You sure will catch a cold if you stay any longer here, Miss Y/l/n" a familiar voice broke the melody of the continuing rain, his body close enough to make you shiver due to the difference of temperature of your bodies

"Hope not, professor Kiernan. Been here since almost an hour now... can't make this damn car work" you replied, the frustration you felt showing in your tense body and harsh tone. The kind professor could tell.

Mike Kiernan, a new-ish professor that worked in your college, and that kindly stopped under the pouring rain to cover your shaking body when he could have just left like all the others. 

You always knew that he was different. A true gentleman most of the time... all the time.

"Can I be of any help?" The man asked not losing a beat, his shoulder already moving just like his hands so as to shrug off his coat and wrap the dry fabric around you while still holding the umbrella. 

His light blue eyes pierced you in the best way, making you completely forget about the situation you were in till he asked what had happened.

And just like that the worried look changed into one of pity as soon as the small glimpse reached his eyes while you explained to him your situation. 

Your eyes were filling up with tears and your bottom lip trembled ever so lightly... maybe because of the emotions or maybe just due to the cold.

"Just need to warm myself up, I can't feel my body anymore... and I can't because this car won't work. I would sit in there and wait but I can't warm it up... a-a-and I can't even go back to the apartment. My roommate has invited over her boyfriend so she asked me to stay out for the night and I said yes a-a-and... and—" your voice broke a couple of times as you spoke, your eyes not meeting Mike's as he kept standing in front of you, rubbing your arm with his free hand in an attempt to warm you up a bit.

The weather didn't look like it was about to improve— quite the opposite actually. 

The water was flooding on the streets, drenching your and Mike's shoes as you kept standing there. If you didn't move you would end up both with a flu for sure.

So just after the first sob that left your mouth, Mr. Kiernan interrupted the monologue with the best kind and reassuring smile he could wear.

"Hey, hey... calm down, darling. It's not a big issue, we can find a solution and take care of everything, yes?" The professor asked with a genuine caring voice, his thumb still drawing circles on the fabric of his own coat which still covered your arms.

"I finished the lectures for the day and was actually heading back to my car... so I can give you a lift. We can even stop at my place first since you mentioned in one of our extra-lessons that you lived quite far from here. We wait till it stops raining... you can stay for the night— and I can easily sleep on the sofa or open it up for you.... then in the morning we will come back here and check what's wrong, call someone and if needed I can give you a ride till your apartment. How does that sound?" He prompted while taking small pauses as he talked so to think better at what you could do to resolve your problem with no harm. 

His eyes remained focused on you all the time as he talked, making sure to receive some confirmation of your understanding or listening.

As soon as you agreed with the plan he quickly led the way to his car, helping you climb in before doing the same and positioning the wet umbrella in the back.

It was really raining quite hard, hard enough to create some issues for the driver, but luckily his house wasn't far away from the campus so you managed to arrive fast and safely.

“Do you mind if I stay? I left my keys at the dorm and Claire requested to have the dorm to herself for the night. Her boyfriend’s in town and I really don’t want to put a damper on their alone time. I hope this isn’t inappropriate.” You smiled awkwardly while biting down on your lip in hopes that he would understand.

He really wasn’t comfortable with the idea of a student staying the night with him in the house but another glance at the window he supposed it wouldn’t hurt. The thunderous storm should be gone by morning.

“Alright but one night only. Why don’t I go fetch you a change of clothes and some tea to warm you up, you must be freezing.” You nodded gracefully, giving him a warm smile. The idea of being in his clothes, warming your heart. You could just imagine what he smelt like, just standing near him he portrayed an alluring, yet comforting scent.

He fumbled in the dresser, settling on a pair of fleece pajamas pants and a simplistic, long sleeve grey shirt. 

Hearing his footsteps, you closed on the kitchen drawers you had been snooping through, whipping your wet head around returning a friendly smile.

“I know this probably isn’t your preference for clothes but it should keep you warm and comfortable. The bathroom’s just to the left.” You mumbled a pleasant thank, shielding your face at angle to hide away your reddening cheeks.

Just when you closed the door behind you, Mike glanced over to the counter where your phone was buzzing. He knew he shouldn’t be just out of curiosity, he picked up the device expecting there to be a lock or some kind of pass code but there wasn’t.

He just wanted to see what type of interests or hobbies his students were into, perhaps something he could involve in a lecture to hinder their attention.

Hm. Photo gallery should be safe, considering he noticed a private section so anything he shouldn’t see should be there but what he found he wasn’t expecting. He felt his fingers go numb, knees nearly limp while his eyes widened.

He couldn’t stop himself from scrolling up, discovering more and more of what he couldn’t believe to be true.

When you opened the door, Mike was standing there holding the electronic device in a death grip, eyes staring down at the glowing screen is disbelief. When he glanced up at you, his lips were parted, eyebrows raised in a natural state of confusion and shock. The initial feeling of incredulity, turning into a sense of fear, but also anger but he was professional and kept his voice steady. Not wanting for this conversation to turn very bad, very fast.

“Y/N what the fuck is this?” Drying your hair off with the towel, your motion went still. Rolling your eyes, you tossed the towel onto the kitchen counter, hands at your hips while you shook your head.

“I didn’t want you to find out this way Mike…Guess the cat’s out of the bag now isn’t it?” His first name too? Was this all planned out and he was too stupid to figure it out.

He didn’t know but what he did know was the rising sense of disturbance in his chest was more present now than ever. 

He understood a little student crush on a teacher but this? This was too far.

These were personal photos, some of him in the shower, fetching the mail, even one of him pleasuring himself in his own fucking bed at fucking 2 in the morning. How did he not see you?

“Find out what? That my student stalks me? Violates my privacy?” You reached for your phone but he was faster, snatching your wrist in his hand.

What he wasn’t prepared for was the strength you with held. You matched his move, wrapping your hand around the veins of his throat while kneeing him below the belt. He groaned, hunching over as he grabbed his battered private area, resting his head on your shoulder unintentionally as your phone fell from his grasp onto the floor.

“All you had to do was play nice professor.” With a confident, firm stride, you walked him back until he fell onto the sofa, slapping him harshly across the face in the process.

“Fuck! Y/N, don’t do this.” Your hips grinded down against his shaft while you straddled him. He cursed at himself when he could feel his member hardening against his will from the friction.

Noticing a strand of the curtain holdback resting in arm’s reach, you held him down by his throat, legs pinning his arms down, while your free hand reached for the fabric.

“I waited so long for this and I’m not going to let you ruin it! Besides who’s the school board going to believe? Hm? A thirty year old man with nothing but a degree? Or an innocent, young girl who was harassed and forced against her will by her teacher?” Mike stared at you with an incredulous glare in his crystal blue eyes. He was speechless, not a thing left to say other than protest your advances. You were right and that right there is what is wrong with society.

You tightened the bindings to one of the pillars in the room, he had nowhere to go.

You took in the pretty portrait of him so helpless and all yours, still tugging to break free. Bending forward, your fingers trailed down the side of his cheek, making him squirm in his feeble position.

“Listen to me, alright? I-I’ll give you whatever you want. All a’s the rest of term, money, anything…I swear.” His way of begging snd negotiating wasn’t even close to anything you wanted, you just wanted him. To feel him inside of you.

Before he could protest anymore, you leaned forward interlocking your lips with his in a sensual kiss, sliding your tongue in, wanting to feel his against yours.

He tasted of tea and mint, so mesmerizing. He hadn’t kissed you back, but that was alright he’d learn soon that you could make him feel extraordinarily good. His mumbled discomfort went unheard before you broke away from the kiss and tucking your hands beneath his shirt.

Your digits scanned down his muscular tone, making you hum in satisfaction.

“I don’t want money, I don’t want straight a’s, just you.” Your hands made their way to his belt bucket, fumbling with the metallic clasp gingerly, wanting to take your time.

He tugged repeatedly at the fabric just praying that it would fucking break, but his efforts to escape went nowhere. 

Up popped his member, slapping against the happy little trail of his abdomen.

Your eyes widened with fascination.

His cock glistened in the sunlight, precum already dripping from his round tip. Your eyes beamed excitedly, the pressure in between your thighs increasing and building with heat.

Standing up, you slid down pj bottoms he so kindly offered, pulling your panties down along with the waistline.

Mike screwed his eyes shut, cursing once more under his breath, reluctant to give in to this delusional fairy tale, to look at the youthful figure of your body. 

You bounced down on top of his lap giddily, breasts jumping with anticipation, hands roaming once more beneath his chest as you kissed him repeatedly and sloppily, aligning your dripping, aching hole with the tip of his leaking cock.

He had never felt so demoralized, so weak in a situation he had no control over.

All he could feel was your throbbing pussy resting on top of his strained cock.

Fuck did consent for men mean anything these days? He was just a man trying to make a living for himself and he surely did not want you.

He felt disgusted with himself when he felt your cunt slowly slide down his shaft, warming the thickness of his eager member. Fuck if he could cut the thing off right now he would.

“Y/N, stop. Please…This is enough.” His choked sobs was like music to your ears, hearing your name escape his lips with such a beautiful, scared tone. Your body responded for you, releasing a pleasurable, palpable moan once he was bottomed inside of your tight pussy. You had never felt so full, never seen a cock so big, so desirable that it caused you to nearly drool at the mouth. 

“Fuck professor, I didn’t know you were so big.” Relishing in the sight of his shiny length, you leaned down, grasping the base of his cock in your hand before indulging him between your plump lips.

“Oh fuck me. Stop!” He screeched in a disgusted tone. Your mouth was quite warm while your tongue danced around his tip poetically, that didn’t change his consent though. He didn’t want this, regardless of what his fucking testosterone may say.

Hallowing your lips, you aimed to please him. Your hand moving in unison massaging the base of his cock while the other fondled his balls, making him flinch forward, from the unexpected gesture.

Only thing in the way of stopping you the fucking bindings.

You hummed around his cock, glancing up to now see his baby blue hues on you, just like you wanted.

Weren’t you getting it? He wasn’t enjoying this, he didn’t want to see his body being violated. There was a strain of saliva pouring down your chin when your head nodded off of him, deciding he was wet enough for the fun part.

“Y/N- No- Listen to me you are better than this! It doesn’t have to go this far okay? Just-“ You pressed your finger seductively to his lips to silence his pretty little complaints before positioning yourself over his reddened, strained cock. 

His own body was betraying him, he hadn’t wanted this, he really didn’t but his dick had a mind of it’s own.

Before he could say another word, you made your sweet, desirable descent down the length of his penis, moaning once the void was filled and you were stuffed full of his thick cock.

“My, my Mr. Kiernan, quite the show-er and grower aren’t we.” Your hips swayed slowly at first, making him cringe at the feeling of your unwanted body taking advantage of him.

Your hands caressed the top of his thighs while you leaned back, slowly picking up the pace, riding him gratifyingly. Every motion was so surreal, tantalizingly pleasurable, everything you ever dreamed of really.

You had never been so stretched open before by a man you craved.

“Doesn’t this feel good Mr. Kiernan?” He shook his head violently no, expressing again he did not want this, he didn’t enjoy any aspect of this.

Through gritted teeth he politely asked you to stop, to get off of him, but you didn’t.

Now bouncing up and down on his cock, hands ruffled in his soft brown hair while you used him, pounding down relentlessly, needing more and more. 

The heat rose in your cunt, unable to take your eyes off of his handsome, deeply attractive fast as you fucked him aggressively now.

Snapping and rolling your hips until you found that one, perfect position to satisfy all your needs. He was fighting it still you could tell but his eyebrows furrowed, clearly the position felt good for him as well.

His breaths became heavy, feeling the animalistic nature creep in and trying to put a stop from his hips slowly starting to match your rhythm.

“See, I told you so…” Nothing a but disgruntled whimper escaped his lips, a choked sob while his head was turning into the cushion of the sofa, not wanting to see the disgraceful action.

Fuck he was uncomfortable, wrestling relentlessly with those fucking curtains trying everything to twist away, to throw you off of him but he couldn’t.

He rutted into your soaked canal, searching for a release as he striked that distinct sweet spot inside of you. 

“Oh fuck, Mike…” Your ass ricocheted off of his thighs with each thunderous thrust. 

Then he stopped, trying to gain back control over his body, but surely you could finish the job yourself.

“Aw what’s wrong professor, is my pussy gonna make you cum hm?” Rocking and rolling your hips, his thighs twitched below your ass cheeks, toes curling from the unavoidable orgasm.

His teeth dug into the plumpness of his bottom lip, eyes screwed shut once more as he attempted to pull himself away not wanting to cum but it was too late.

A tear escaped his waterline, cheeks flushed and heated from embarrassment and shame. What the fuck had he done.

He cursed underneath his breath when he felt your flood gates open, still milking him for all he had to give even as your back arched, your pussy releasing the effects of your orgasm. You inner, stimulated walls squeezed his length while your sweet nectar spilled out, hips grinding and smearing your actions together like a disastrous painting, wanting to ensure your smell was left, your mark was left.

“Fuck, fuck Mikeee…” Opening his eyes and seeing the evidence, reminding him he lost to a fucking student, used by a student.

He felt violated, useless, hopeless like he no longer held control over his own life.

He flinched away from your touch when he felt your temple land and rest on his shoulder, still trying to catch a breath and slow down his racing thoughts and heart.

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” He tried to hold back the tears, but nearly choked on his own breath, fully sobbing while glancing down at the mess of your seeds, sticky and swirled in his pubes.

As the days passed, he found it increasingly difficult to teach with you in the room, constantly stuttering from the flashbacks of the assault, scared to even look at you, knowing that you had more power over him in this fucked up situation.

He was scared to lose his job, and he was alone. 

He’d look in the mirror and feel disgusted with his own body, crying that he had no control over a young fucking girl.

He’d walk through the hallways curling in on himself feeling like everyone he passed by in haze would look at him and just somehow knew what happened, like they were all laughing at him. 

No one cared, no one fucking cared about his pain and he had to hold it all in.

Every passion, every dream, every desire died within him, you took everything and didn’t give a damn.

He could still feel you under his skin, over his shoulder. Still could taste the bitter intrusion of your tongue.

Every time he passed your car parked on the side of the road at school he’d seethe in his seat feeling like he was to blame for the assault.

Why didn’t he fight harder? Why did his body react the way it did, maybe he liked it..

No, no, that wasn’t it, it couldn’t be. Had he done something to make you think he was interested? Should he have not tutored you after school with chapters you were struggling with?

What could he have done differently, or better guide you into the right direction of choices?

His skin crawled at the memories, still trying to figure out the reason as to why.

Who would believe that a young girl could rape an older man? There was no such thing and surely other men would joke about it, that’s what he felt like a joke.

Because of you, he didn’t know who he was or what his purpose in life was anymore.

[feasibilities]

Unrequited | Mike Kiernan x Teacher!Reader

Synopsis: Mike Kiernan finally gets what he wants.

Warnings: Stalking, Unwanted Advances, Threats, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Allusion to Mental Illness

Author's Note: I'm back to my roots AKA making Cillian's characters bad people (or making them worse). Enjoy!

Mike Kiernan couldn’t seem to take no for an answer. His advances went from mildly uncomfortable to downright chilling. He contacted you constantly and managed to find your home address. Not a day went by without seeing a gift on your doorstep. It didn’t help that you both taught 2nd year in the same school. As you were leaving for work on Friday morning, you were shocked to see Mike standing on your front lawn. 

“Hi.” He said shyly. 

“I’m calling the authorities.” You warned, pulling out your phone. 

“Wait, no, I just wanted to give you a ride to work. Did you see my text?” He said, taking it out of your hands. You snatched it back and dialed the emergency number. 

“After stalking me for weeks? You have a lot of fucking nerve.” You spat. In a flash of panic, he took the phone once more and hung up before anyone could answer.

“Please don’t make me do this.” He said, threatening to smash the device. You decided it was best to play along for your own safety. 

“Fine.” You said with a resigned tone. He opened the passenger door of his car with a smile on his face. You made it a point to stay silent and look out the window. 

“Any weekend plans?” He asked, looking forward at the highway. 

“No but I’m sure you’ll be camped outside of my home anyway.” You sighed. 

“If you just gave me a chance, I wouldn’t have to resort to this.” He remarked, looking over at you briefly. You realized that he was further gone than you thought. 

“If I go out with you, will you stop?” You inquired. 

“Maybe.” He quipped, parking in front of the school. 

“I’ll see you at 7 tonight.” You murmured, hastily getting out of the car and going inside. 

—

Your “date” with Mike went suspiciously well that you almost forgot his disturbing behavior. He managed to talk you into going back to his place. He poured you a glass of wine that you reluctantly drank. 

“Did you have a great time tonight?” He asked, staring at you intently. 

“Yeah, I did.” You said softly. You started to feel a bit of sympathy for him. 

“That’s wonderful.” He replied, scooting closer to you. He put an arm around your shoulders. You shifted uncomfortably and sat your glass on the end table. 

“Mike, I didn’t say we were sleeping together.” You fretted. 

“You didn’t have to.” He purred. His piercing blue eyes had a marked concupiscence in them. To him, this was his last chance to get with you. You leaned in hesitantly and kissed him gently. He kissed you back passionately and moved his hand to your back. Unzipping your dress, you pulled the straps off your shoulders. His large hands massaged your breasts while an inhibited moan left your mouth. Smiling to himself, he left wet kisses down your neck and chest before stopping at your cleavage. His soft lips moved to your nipple. 

“Fuck...” You gasped, running your fingers through his hair. His tongue swirled around the delicate bud. Low groans emitted from his throat. Your eyes fluttered closed as you reveled in the worship. You caressed his cheek with your thumb. You soon felt arousal leak out of your entrance. You rubbed your thighs together to get yourself off. Pulling away, strings of saliva stuck to his lips. You shoved his head away and hastily pulled off your dress. He followed suit with his clothes and glasses before kissing you messily. 

“I want you over the table.” He breathed. 

“In a minute…” You trailed off, kneeling in front of him. You took his dick in your hand and squeezed gently. You gave kitten licks to his sensitive tip before taking him in your mouth. You moved your head slowly while Mike watched you lovingly. Saliva began to coat your chin and neck. Suddenly, he took a handful of your hair and began thrusting into your mouth. His gentle disposition seemed to disappear instantly. You held his thighs and tried to breathe through your nose. After what seemed like an eternity, his seed shot down your throat. You could barely gather yourself before you were bent over the nearby table. 

“Be gentle, Mike.” You begged. Ignoring your pleas, his thrusts were merciless. It seemed like he was punishing you for your previous rejections. Your hips scraped uncomfortably against the table’s edge. His hands anchored your shoulder and hip in place. You had no chance to recover from a climax before another one rushed out of you. You wept silently as you allowed him to use you. When he was finished, he kissed the back of your head and embraced you. 

[august-diehl]

CILLIAN MURPHY as Mike Kiernan in Broken (2012) | dir. Rufus Norris

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Academic Validation | Mike Kiernan x fem!student

Summary: The principal pays Mr. Kiernan a visit after school to ask after a promising young student.

Warnings: FLUFF! I made this for me and the other girlies who crave male-academic validation lol. The student isn't actually in this story, she's just talked about but she isn't there to hear it.

word count: 1186k

Hello My Old Heart- The Oh Hellos 🎶

Not proof read, sorry folks!

Mike Kiernan shuffled through a short stack of student papers on his desk. His gradebook was sitting open in front of him as his fingers worked down the pile. 

“Mr. Kiernan?” A man knocked on the gray door frame and poked his head into the classroom. Kiernan jumped slightly when he saw the principal at the door but laughed it off and beckoned him inside his empty classroom. 

“I’m glad I caught you alone,” the principal started. 

“Oh?” Kiernan chuckled as he watched the principal move a seat in front of the teacher’s desk and sit. 

“I had some questions about a student and you seem like the best person to ask.”

“Which student?” Kiernan asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He pulled open his desk drawer and slid his finger across the row of labeled folders. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” the principal responded and crossed his legs, “she’s up for an award at graduation. I said I’d talk to you first and try to get a recommendation from a teacher that knew her best.” 

“Oh, well I wouldn’t say that. Though she has been in most of my seminars.” The teacher laughed and found the file with the student’s name written across the top. 

“Well,” Kiernan started and opened the file on top of his gradebook, “what exactly do you want to know?” His blue eyes looked gray through the thick lenses of his horn-rimmed glasses. 

“What kind of student is she? What kind of stuff have you noticed about her as you’ve taught her?” The principal offered. 

He smiled at his boss before looking at Y/N’s file for a moment in silence. 

“Well I wrote her college recommendation letters.” 

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” 

“She’s going to NYU, right?”

“Oh yes, she’s done well for herself.” 

Awkward silence fell between them again and Kiernan glanced out the window for a moment. He sniffed and pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose.

“Well in regard to her ability as a student, she’s one of the most talented students I’ve ever had. She engages in class and tries her best to contribute even if she doesn't understand the reading…”

Mr. Kiernan stared off into the distance as he recalled the girl. She was a memorable student, one that he’d miss having in class to make the hour-long period less awkward. When his questions fell flat and he was met with silence, the girl always raised her hand hesitantly and tried to answer. She had a remarkable sense of empathy, the ability to understand his job as a teacher and extend simple gestures of support. She was a beautiful person, inside and out. 

“She's an exceptionally bright young woman,” Kiernan started again and cleared his throat, “her last essay for my seminar was on Atonement, talented writer. She wrote about the ethics of lying in memory. There were of course parts I didn’t agree with but her argument was strong and well-researched. Things like that are always promising in a young student’s work.

“She’s going to do great things, I’m sure of it. We’re holding her back here. She’s better than my class, she’s just itching to be better somewhere else.”

“You obviously think very highly of her,” the principal smiled and folded his hands together. “What about her personality? The award considers who she is as a person outside of class, how she carries herself in other parts of academics.”

Kiernan bit his lip and tented his hands in front of his puffy lips. He could see her picking up her backpack and fixing the hem of her skirt as she stood up from her desk. He loved the way that she flicked her eyes up to his to make sure he didn’t see her fix her wedgie. She stayed after class sometimes to ask him questions and academic advice. 

I don’t know what to do after college, Mr. Kiernan.

That’s ok, Miss Y/L/N. Barely anyone does. I didn’t. 

I think I may want to be a teacher like you. 

You can, or you can strive to be even better.

But I want to be like you. 

You flatter me, Miss Y/L/N, but I know you’re capable of doing better. 

But who says being a teacher isn’t ‘better?’

I do. 

She was insecure sometimes, especially academically. He noticed quickly in the school year that she flushed bright red if he agreed with her during discussions, as if she was surprised that she had gotten the question right. She wanted to learn and get better but she was afraid to make mistakes. 

“She’s a bright student, as I’ve said, but she’s also humble and even insecure sometimes. She doesn’t think she’s as smart as she is which makes me sad sometimes as an educator. My job is to encourage confidence in the children I teach.”

“Right,” the principal nodded.

“She’s kind and passionate about the topics she feels drawn to in the literature we read. She’s a very kind young woman. She helps students outside of class and spends most of her free time reading in the library. She’s the kind of student that every teacher wants.”

She was always nervous to talk to him, nervous to be natural. It was sweet, tenderly sweet. She tried her best not to stand out too much in class but her questions and thoughts were too different not to be unique. Her mind worked in incredible ways. He bragged about her to the other teachers. She was just wonderful. 

“She’s just going to blow us all away. I don’t know which award she’s up for but I’m sure she deserves it. She’d honor the award as it deserves to be. I am so so proud of her.” He smiled politely and closed the student’s file. The principal nodded and sighed. He stood up and shook Mr. Kiernan’s hand before stepping up to the door. 

“Well thank you for speaking with me, I think you’ve just made my job very easy.” 

“I’m glad I could be of some help.” 

Mr. Kiernan watched as the principal left his classroom and stared at the student’s file that was still closed in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and massaged the sore points above his eyebrows. 

Was it appropriate to say that he was going to miss having her in his class next year? Perhaps he had taken her for granted. He might never have a student like her again. His thoughts ran away from him as he stared at the empty desks in front of him. If it weren’t for the professional barrier between them, he would have told her how much he admired her talent and skill. He’d written as much in her college recommendation letter, and so others had started to notice it too, he guessed. She was the kind of student a school takes for granted. He hoped that he would never take her for granted and put the file back with the others. A sentimental smile tugged at his lips as he closed the drawer and returned to grading. 

[mickeyswhore]

Welcome!

This is my brand new side blog, so please if you enjoy the vibes follow me!

Fandoms I can write for:

SCREAM FRANCHISE

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

SLASHERS:

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Meyers

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Patrick Bateman

CILLIAN MURPHY VERSE:

Jackson Rippner

Lenny Miller

Michael McCrea

Raymond Leon

Neil Lewis

Robert Fischer

Mike Kiernan

Shivering Soldier (Inception)

Damien O'Donovan

Thomas "Tom" Buckley

Thomas Shelby

THE BOYS:

Billy Butcher

Homelander

Soldier Boy

Hughie Campbell

THE WALKING DEAD:

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

MARVEL:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

AUGUST DIEHL VERSE

Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds)

Franz Sauer (Munich - The Edge of War)

Mike Krause (Salt)

Alex de Klerks (The Last Vermeer)

Moritz de Vries (Parfum)

Jam Kremfeld (Furia)

JANNIS NIEWÖHNER

Paul von Hartmann (Munich - The Edge of War)

Karl (Je Suis Karl)

DUNE

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Paul Atreides

Gurney Halleck

LUCA MARINELLI VERSE

Primo Nizzuto (Trust FX)

Mickey Miranda (A Dangerous Fortune)

Diabolik

LOUIS HOFFMANN

Jonas Kahnwald (Dark)

Werner Pfennig (All the Light We Cannot See)

Ulrich Haussmann (Masters of the Air)

SONS OF ANARCHY

Jax Teller

Opie Winston

Chibs Telford

Juice Ortiz

Tig Trager

RULES:

What I will not write:

Threesomes (I simply suck at it AND not my cup of tea)

Anything involving minors (such as x daughter!Reader)

Complete angst (Please, we need to have some hope even if it's not a happy ending)

[pearlstiare]

Did a watch Broken just because of this edit of Cillian?, yes. Did I finish watching it and come directly to tumblr to see if there's any story of that character?, yes. Are there any?, no. But I'm going to make one?, yes.

New stuff is coming on this blog, stay tuned!. My Cillian Murphy obsesion is growing every minute.

Credit to the Edit: pleadinglove on ig

[look-at-the-soul]

Blurbs

Cillian Murphy

A lovely day at the park

Put your arms around me

The surprise

Who wore it better?

Vows Renewal

Tommy Shelby

The Greek Vase

The purest love

A day to celebrate

Just a kiss

A drink for the win

Light pink roses

Daddy’s little girl

The mystery visitor

Boys will be boys

Matters of the heart

Easter egg hunt

He should’ve paid attention

A weekend at Margate beach

Women like me (Adele song challenge)

The complaint

Just a protective man

It’s not about the gifts under the tree 🎄

Jonathan Crane

Her scent

Lenny Miller

The new mission

The secret identity

Emmett (AQP2)

I love you a latte

Robert Fischer

Trick or treat

Getting his attention

Others

Polly Gray

Alfie Solomons

A/N: If you want to see a short story for Cillian Murphy, Tommy Shelby, Robert Fischer,Raymond Leon, Mike Kiernan, Martin Kennedy, Lenny Miller, or another of Cillian’s characters -send the request in, we’ll see if I can come up with something-. ♥️

[ceirinen]

February 2024

This is all I've read this month. Thank you to the authors for creating all these stories, you're all so talented!

And if you go and check on their stories (which I recommend to do), don't forget to let them know if you liked them.

(I always tag the authors, If you are in this list and don't want to be, please let me know so I can fix it)

ARTHUR SHELBY

Family | Arthur Shelby x fem!Reader by @peakyswritings A slice of us | modern!Peaky Blinders by @call-sign-shark To bark and bite | Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC by @call-sign-shark Loose cannon | modern!Arthur Shelby x Reader by @call-sign-shark Perfect lines | Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC by @call-sign-shark

THOMAS SHELBY

Blessed be the fruit | soft!dark!sergeant!Tommy Shelby x maiden!Reader by @deceitfuldevout Daddy's Princess | Thomas Shelby x Reader by @garrison-girl-08 The neighbour's cat | Tommy Shelby x Reader by @acewritesfics Lost in the rhythm | Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader by @red-riding-wood My hero | Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader by @jomarch-wannabe

ALFIE SOLOMONS

The one with Alfie owning an erotic bakery shop by @justrainandcoffee

Reckless | Emmett x fem!OC by @cillmequick People worth saving | Emmett x fem!Reader by @pedropascallme Imagine Emmett when he realises one of the creatures is nearby by @touchtheinvisiblestars

Suburban House | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader by @cillianslovebug Happy Purge | soft!dark!Mike Kiernan x student!Reader by @deceitfuldevout

[saintmuses]

❝𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙.❞

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (requests)

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the masterlist is dedicated to CM’s characters. all of my works are used in a fictitious manner. however, I do not own any character of any cinematography. the fics will be and already are 18+. that being said, minors do not interact with this blog.

𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 = ✞ | 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 = ♤ | 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 = ☾

𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙥𝙚 ❝𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞❞ 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖 ❝𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐚❞ 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙮𝙢𝙣𝙞𝙖 ❝𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫❞ 𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤 ❝𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤❞ 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚 ❝𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐫❞ 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙚 ❝𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲❞ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖 ❝𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬❞ 𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙚 ❝𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭❞ 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙤 ❝𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬❞

𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤 ❝𝐓𝐨𝐦❞ (✞) - 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 ❝𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐉𝐨𝐲❞ (✞) - 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖 ❝𝐉𝐢𝐦❞ (✞, ☾) - 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 ❝𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲❞ (♤) - 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 ❝𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧❞ (✞, ☾) - 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬

❝𝙢𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙚❞ - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞

I write for CM’s characters, and welcome any requests and ideas; check above to see what characters I write for. however, requests are not guaranteed to be written and fulfilled. as a writer, I do this for free and I don’t like being rushed, period. I will NOT write RPF because it feels weird to write a fic about a real life actor/actress in general. any requests being made, I will only write it as a drabble or up to 1k words.

❝𝙯𝙚𝙪𝙨❞ - 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫

I go by my pseudo name Saint or Muses. my pronouns are she/her/they. my star sign is Taurus, although I am not a true Taurus due to the other placements in my natal chart. I am an astrologer and an astronomy lover; I love the stars and everything in the universe.

❝𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙣❞ - 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬’ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠

this is a safe place. I am not a therapist; however, I am here if you ever need to talk or vent, and I can try to give advice but only if you request for it (everyone is different). if there’s a hate message I will gladly exercise my right to use the block button because this blog does not welcome any negativity in here.

when I make PSA announcements, they will only be up for specific amount of time because nine times out of ten the posts hold information regarding upcoming one-shots.

(minors are not allowed to interact with this blog or the fics in any shape or form. as I stated above that it’s a 18+ blog.)

[deceitfuldevout]

Deceitfuldevout's Cillian Murphy Masterlist:

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

One-Shots:

Highest Bidder - Dark!Robert Fishcher x Sugarbaby!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/728906757005606912/highest-bidder?source=share

Naughty Little Thief - Dark!Jackson Rippner x Theif!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/729562829842186240/naughty-little-thief?source=share

Happy Purge - Purge AU: Soft!Dark!Mike Kiernan x Student!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/730288962181136384/happy-purge?source=share

Scream - Ghostface!Neil Lewis x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/730746273137819648/scream?source=share

Struggle - Soft!Dark!Neil Lewis x BestFriend!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/732171656283471872/struggle?source=share

Blessed Be The Fruit - Soft!Dark!Sergeant!Tommy Shelby x Maiden!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/735516775906705408/blessed-be-the-fruit?source=share

First and Last - Dark!Tom (The Party 2017) x ExWife!Reader: https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/737440069578866688/first-and-last?source=share🔞🖤

Series:

Hidden Treasure - Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/707809508943151104/hidden-treasure-masterlist?source=share

[tylerxrbtwhp]

finally something different

The Student

Summary: Professor Kiernan is caught between a rock and a hard place after realizing his student's car won't start in a piss poor thunderstorm. Being the gentleman he is, he invites her over to his home, not expecting the twisted turn of events when he realizes the true story.

Warnings: Noncon, age difference, student x teacher dynamic, male SA, stalker!reader, oral (m!receiving), p in v, restraints, non-consensual photos, trauma

My very first collaboration with @your-nanas-house ! Thank you so much for writing this with me and to all the followers, hope you enjoy!

It was a Wednesday, rain was pouring down the town drenching and hitting everything it could reach. 

Not many were outside, just the few that still needed to rush back home or find shelter under the nearest roof— just like you.

At that time you were stuck under the violent weather of that country, your clothes completely soaked and tight against your cold body. 

You were bent over your car, goosebumps all over your flushed skin, intending to fix your small car which refused to start and that way let you reach the warmth of your shared apartment.

Luckily you weren't the only one caught off guard by the rain, other students, who had similar schedules as yours, were busy rushing around to dry and warm up. Just like some professors.

Not even one stopped to help you or moved closer to do something and prevent you from catching a cold or worse... not even a single one in half an hour.

You were slowly freezing, your hand shaking as you continued to take a look as best you could so as to be able to leave. You had started to regret not having called a mechanic but it was too stormy to even use a phone, though. 

The screen was already wet and you could barely search the number when suddenly the rain stopped hitting your head, making your gaze quickly drift up to meet the cold colors of an umbrella.

"You sure will catch a cold if you stay any longer here, Miss Y/l/n" a familiar voice broke the melody of the continuing rain, his body close enough to make you shiver due to the difference of temperature of your bodies

"Hope not, professor Kiernan. Been here since almost an hour now... can't make this damn car work" you replied, the frustration you felt showing in your tense body and harsh tone. The kind professor could tell.

Mike Kiernan, a new-ish professor that worked in your college, and that kindly stopped under the pouring rain to cover your shaking body when he could have just left like all the others. 

You always knew that he was different. A true gentleman most of the time... all the time.

"Can I be of any help?" The man asked not losing a beat, his shoulder already moving just like his hands so as to shrug off his coat and wrap the dry fabric around you while still holding the umbrella. 

His light blue eyes pierced you in the best way, making you completely forget about the situation you were in till he asked what had happened.

And just like that the worried look changed into one of pity as soon as the small glimpse reached his eyes while you explained to him your situation. 

Your eyes were filling up with tears and your bottom lip trembled ever so lightly... maybe because of the emotions or maybe just due to the cold.

"Just need to warm myself up, I can't feel my body anymore... and I can't because this car won't work. I would sit in there and wait but I can't warm it up... a-a-and I can't even go back to the apartment. My roommate has invited over her boyfriend so she asked me to stay out for the night and I said yes a-a-and... and—" your voice broke a couple of times as you spoke, your eyes not meeting Mike's as he kept standing in front of you, rubbing your arm with his free hand in an attempt to warm you up a bit.

The weather didn't look like it was about to improve— quite the opposite actually. 

The water was flooding on the streets, drenching your and Mike's shoes as you kept standing there. If you didn't move you would end up both with a flu for sure.

So just after the first sob that left your mouth, Mr. Kiernan interrupted the monologue with the best kind and reassuring smile he could wear.

"Hey, hey... calm down, darling. It's not a big issue, we can find a solution and take care of everything, yes?" The professor asked with a genuine caring voice, his thumb still drawing circles on the fabric of his own coat which still covered your arms.

"I finished the lectures for the day and was actually heading back to my car... so I can give you a lift. We can even stop at my place first since you mentioned in one of our extra-lessons that you lived quite far from here. We wait till it stops raining... you can stay for the night— and I can easily sleep on the sofa or open it up for you.... then in the morning we will come back here and check what's wrong, call someone and if needed I can give you a ride till your apartment. How does that sound?" He prompted while taking small pauses as he talked so to think better at what you could do to resolve your problem with no harm. 

His eyes remained focused on you all the time as he talked, making sure to receive some confirmation of your understanding or listening.

As soon as you agreed with the plan he quickly led the way to his car, helping you climb in before doing the same and positioning the wet umbrella in the back.

It was really raining quite hard, hard enough to create some issues for the driver, but luckily his house wasn't far away from the campus so you managed to arrive fast and safely.

“Do you mind if I stay? I left my keys at the dorm and Claire requested to have the dorm to herself for the night. Her boyfriend’s in town and I really don’t want to put a damper on their alone time. I hope this isn’t inappropriate.” You smiled awkwardly while biting down on your lip in hopes that he would understand.

He really wasn’t comfortable with the idea of a student staying the night with him in the house but another glance at the window he supposed it wouldn’t hurt. The thunderous storm should be gone by morning.

“Alright but one night only. Why don’t I go fetch you a change of clothes and some tea to warm you up, you must be freezing.” You nodded gracefully, giving him a warm smile. The idea of being in his clothes, warming your heart. You could just imagine what he smelt like, just standing near him he portrayed an alluring, yet comforting scent.

He fumbled in the dresser, settling on a pair of fleece pajamas pants and a simplistic, long sleeve grey shirt. 

Hearing his footsteps, you closed on the kitchen drawers you had been snooping through, whipping your wet head around returning a friendly smile.

“I know this probably isn’t your preference for clothes but it should keep you warm and comfortable. The bathroom’s just to the left.” You mumbled a pleasant thank, shielding your face at angle to hide away your reddening cheeks.

Just when you closed the door behind you, Mike glanced over to the counter where your phone was buzzing. He knew he shouldn’t be just out of curiosity, he picked up the device expecting there to be a lock or some kind of pass code but there wasn’t.

He just wanted to see what type of interests or hobbies his students were into, perhaps something he could involve in a lecture to hinder their attention.

Hm. Photo gallery should be safe, considering he noticed a private section so anything he shouldn’t see should be there but what he found he wasn’t expecting. He felt his fingers go numb, knees nearly limp while his eyes widened.

He couldn’t stop himself from scrolling up, discovering more and more of what he couldn’t believe to be true.

When you opened the door, Mike was standing there holding the electronic device in a death grip, eyes staring down at the glowing screen is disbelief. When he glanced up at you, his lips were parted, eyebrows raised in a natural state of confusion and shock. The initial feeling of incredulity, turning into a sense of fear, but also anger but he was professional and kept his voice steady. Not wanting for this conversation to turn very bad, very fast.

“Y/N what the fuck is this?” Drying your hair off with the towel, your motion went still. Rolling your eyes, you tossed the towel onto the kitchen counter, hands at your hips while you shook your head.

“I didn’t want you to find out this way Mike…Guess the cat’s out of the bag now isn’t it?” His first name too? Was this all planned out and he was too stupid to figure it out.

He didn’t know but what he did know was the rising sense of disturbance in his chest was more present now than ever. 

He understood a little student crush on a teacher but this? This was too far.

These were personal photos, some of him in the shower, fetching the mail, even one of him pleasuring himself in his own fucking bed at fucking 2 in the morning. How did he not see you?

“Find out what? That my student stalks me? Violates my privacy?” You reached for your phone but he was faster, snatching your wrist in his hand.

What he wasn’t prepared for was the strength you with held. You matched his move, wrapping your hand around the veins of his throat while kneeing him below the belt. He groaned, hunching over as he grabbed his battered private area, resting his head on your shoulder unintentionally as your phone fell from his grasp onto the floor.

“All you had to do was play nice professor.” With a confident, firm stride, you walked him back until he fell onto the sofa, slapping him harshly across the face in the process.

“Fuck! Y/N, don’t do this.” Your hips grinded down against his shaft while you straddled him. He cursed at himself when he could feel his member hardening against his will from the friction.

Noticing a strand of the curtain holdback resting in arm’s reach, you held him down by his throat, legs pinning his arms down, while your free hand reached for the fabric.

“I waited so long for this and I’m not going to let you ruin it! Besides who’s the school board going to believe? Hm? A thirty year old man with nothing but a degree? Or an innocent, young girl who was harassed and forced against her will by her teacher?” Mike stared at you with an incredulous glare in his crystal blue eyes. He was speechless, not a thing left to say other than protest your advances. You were right and that right there is what is wrong with society.

You tightened the bindings to one of the pillars in the room, he had nowhere to go.

You took in the pretty portrait of him so helpless and all yours, still tugging to break free. Bending forward, your fingers trailed down the side of his cheek, making him squirm in his feeble position.

“Listen to me, alright? I-I’ll give you whatever you want. All a’s the rest of term, money, anything…I swear.” His way of begging snd negotiating wasn’t even close to anything you wanted, you just wanted him. To feel him inside of you.

Before he could protest anymore, you leaned forward interlocking your lips with his in a sensual kiss, sliding your tongue in, wanting to feel his against yours.

He tasted of tea and mint, so mesmerizing. He hadn’t kissed you back, but that was alright he’d learn soon that you could make him feel extraordinarily good. His mumbled discomfort went unheard before you broke away from the kiss and tucking your hands beneath his shirt.

Your digits scanned down his muscular tone, making you hum in satisfaction.

“I don’t want money, I don’t want straight a’s, just you.” Your hands made their way to his belt bucket, fumbling with the metallic clasp gingerly, wanting to take your time.

He tugged repeatedly at the fabric just praying that it would fucking break, but his efforts to escape went nowhere. 

Up popped his member, slapping against the happy little trail of his abdomen.

Your eyes widened with fascination.

His cock glistened in the sunlight, precum already dripping from his round tip. Your eyes beamed excitedly, the pressure in between your thighs increasing and building with heat.

Standing up, you slid down pj bottoms he so kindly offered, pulling your panties down along with the waistline.

Mike screwed his eyes shut, cursing once more under his breath, reluctant to give in to this delusional fairy tale, to look at the youthful figure of your body. 

You bounced down on top of his lap giddily, breasts jumping with anticipation, hands roaming once more beneath his chest as you kissed him repeatedly and sloppily, aligning your dripping, aching hole with the tip of his leaking cock.

He had never felt so demoralized, so weak in a situation he had no control over.

All he could feel was your throbbing pussy resting on top of his strained cock.

Fuck did consent for men mean anything these days? He was just a man trying to make a living for himself and he surely did not want you.

He felt disgusted with himself when he felt your cunt slowly slide down his shaft, warming the thickness of his eager member. Fuck if he could cut the thing off right now he would.

“Y/N, stop. Please…This is enough.” His choked sobs was like music to your ears, hearing your name escape his lips with such a beautiful, scared tone. Your body responded for you, releasing a pleasurable, palpable moan once he was bottomed inside of your tight pussy. You had never felt so full, never seen a cock so big, so desirable that it caused you to nearly drool at the mouth. 

“Fuck professor, I didn’t know you were so big.” Relishing in the sight of his shiny length, you leaned down, grasping the base of his cock in your hand before indulging him between your plump lips.

“Oh fuck me. Stop!” He screeched in a disgusted tone. Your mouth was quite warm while your tongue danced around his tip poetically, that didn’t change his consent though. He didn’t want this, regardless of what his fucking testosterone may say.

Hallowing your lips, you aimed to please him. Your hand moving in unison massaging the base of his cock while the other fondled his balls, making him flinch forward, from the unexpected gesture.

Only thing in the way of stopping you the fucking bindings.

You hummed around his cock, glancing up to now see his baby blue hues on you, just like you wanted.

Weren’t you getting it? He wasn’t enjoying this, he didn’t want to see his body being violated. There was a strain of saliva pouring down your chin when your head nodded off of him, deciding he was wet enough for the fun part.

“Y/N- No- Listen to me you are better than this! It doesn’t have to go this far okay? Just-“ You pressed your finger seductively to his lips to silence his pretty little complaints before positioning yourself over his reddened, strained cock. 

His own body was betraying him, he hadn’t wanted this, he really didn’t but his dick had a mind of it’s own.

Before he could say another word, you made your sweet, desirable descent down the length of his penis, moaning once the void was filled and you were stuffed full of his thick cock.

“My, my Mr. Kiernan, quite the show-er and grower aren’t we.” Your hips swayed slowly at first, making him cringe at the feeling of your unwanted body taking advantage of him.

Your hands caressed the top of his thighs while you leaned back, slowly picking up the pace, riding him gratifyingly. Every motion was so surreal, tantalizingly pleasurable, everything you ever dreamed of really.

You had never been so stretched open before by a man you craved.

“Doesn’t this feel good Mr. Kiernan?” He shook his head violently no, expressing again he did not want this, he didn’t enjoy any aspect of this.

Through gritted teeth he politely asked you to stop, to get off of him, but you didn’t.

Now bouncing up and down on his cock, hands ruffled in his soft brown hair while you used him, pounding down relentlessly, needing more and more. 

The heat rose in your cunt, unable to take your eyes off of his handsome, deeply attractive fast as you fucked him aggressively now.

Snapping and rolling your hips until you found that one, perfect position to satisfy all your needs. He was fighting it still you could tell but his eyebrows furrowed, clearly the position felt good for him as well.

His breaths became heavy, feeling the animalistic nature creep in and trying to put a stop from his hips slowly starting to match your rhythm.

“See, I told you so…” Nothing a but disgruntled whimper escaped his lips, a choked sob while his head was turning into the cushion of the sofa, not wanting to see the disgraceful action.

Fuck he was uncomfortable, wrestling relentlessly with those fucking curtains trying everything to twist away, to throw you off of him but he couldn’t.

He rutted into your soaked canal, searching for a release as he striked that distinct sweet spot inside of you. 

“Oh fuck, Mike…” Your ass ricocheted off of his thighs with each thunderous thrust. 

Then he stopped, trying to gain back control over his body, but surely you could finish the job yourself.

“Aw what’s wrong professor, is my pussy gonna make you cum hm?” Rocking and rolling your hips, his thighs twitched below your ass cheeks, toes curling from the unavoidable orgasm.

His teeth dug into the plumpness of his bottom lip, eyes screwed shut once more as he attempted to pull himself away not wanting to cum but it was too late.

A tear escaped his waterline, cheeks flushed and heated from embarrassment and shame. What the fuck had he done.

He cursed underneath his breath when he felt your flood gates open, still milking him for all he had to give even as your back arched, your pussy releasing the effects of your orgasm. You inner, stimulated walls squeezed his length while your sweet nectar spilled out, hips grinding and smearing your actions together like a disastrous painting, wanting to ensure your smell was left, your mark was left.

“Fuck, fuck Mikeee…” Opening his eyes and seeing the evidence, reminding him he lost to a fucking student, used by a student.

He felt violated, useless, hopeless like he no longer held control over his own life.

He flinched away from your touch when he felt your temple land and rest on his shoulder, still trying to catch a breath and slow down his racing thoughts and heart.

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” He tried to hold back the tears, but nearly choked on his own breath, fully sobbing while glancing down at the mess of your seeds, sticky and swirled in his pubes.

As the days passed, he found it increasingly difficult to teach with you in the room, constantly stuttering from the flashbacks of the assault, scared to even look at you, knowing that you had more power over him in this fucked up situation.

He was scared to lose his job, and he was alone. 

He’d look in the mirror and feel disgusted with his own body, crying that he had no control over a young fucking girl.

He’d walk through the hallways curling in on himself feeling like everyone he passed by in haze would look at him and just somehow knew what happened, like they were all laughing at him. 

No one cared, no one fucking cared about his pain and he had to hold it all in.

Every passion, every dream, every desire died within him, you took everything and didn’t give a damn.

He could still feel you under his skin, over his shoulder. Still could taste the bitter intrusion of your tongue.

Every time he passed your car parked on the side of the road at school he’d seethe in his seat feeling like he was to blame for the assault.

Why didn’t he fight harder? Why did his body react the way it did, maybe he liked it..

No, no, that wasn’t it, it couldn’t be. Had he done something to make you think he was interested? Should he have not tutored you after school with chapters you were struggling with?

What could he have done differently, or better guide you into the right direction of choices?

His skin crawled at the memories, still trying to figure out the reason as to why.

Who would believe that a young girl could rape an older man? There was no such thing and surely other men would joke about it, that’s what he felt like a joke.

Because of you, he didn’t know who he was or what his purpose in life was anymore.