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cillians-sweetheart · 22 days ago
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The Doctors Favourite Nurse - Johnathan Crane
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Nurse!Reader(25) x Johnathan Crane(30)
Plot: After a medical emergency at Arkham, Dr Crane meets a nurse who he becomes instantly intrigued with. He sees her as a toy; a joke, but also a beauty he can’t get enough of. He must ruin her to make her his.
Content: Smut, gore, misogyny, narcissisism, arrogance, bondage, ass/pussy spanking, toxic masculinity, manipulation, bondage, hair pulling, choking, dub-con, cream pie
The staff of Arkham Asylum ran mad throughout the facility; chasing the lunatic patient while he frantically bled out, and screamed in terror.
A nurse entered the office door with little breath and sweat on her forehead.
Dr Crane rolled his eyes and his voice grew louder, “What now.” He stood in his chair.
“Mr Anderson…” She paused, taking a deep breath. “H-He stabbed himself and he’s bleeding out real bad.”
“That’s a shame, I liked him.” He slightly moved the pen on his desk… then looked back to the nurse still standing at his door. “What are you doing just standing there, go to him!” He yelled and hit his hand onto the desk. The nurse quickly jumped and ran down the hallway. “God…” He sighed and shook his head. “Idiot nurses.”
Dr Crane took his time walking through the halls to Mr Anderson. It wasn’t his job to attend to him. His job was bossing the nursing into tending to him. And when the paramedics arrived he watched them with criticism as they messily filled the hole in his chest with gauze and cloth.
One looked to Dr Crane while he hovered over them. “You the boss?” The paramedic asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“Indeed I am.” He grinned with pride.
“We need you to come with us, mental patients can't go without restraints and a supervisor.” The two others lifted Mr Anderson onto a gurney.
“If I must.” Dr Crane smiled and followed them into the parking lot.
Mr Anderson still hadn’t come back to consciousness by the time he arrived at the hospital. And while the paramedics wheeled him in through the big doors, Dr Crane followed behind walking slowly and calmly.
“Patient age 48, Patrick Anderson; multiple self-inflicted stab wounds to the chest.” The paramedic brought the gurney through into the ER. “Blood type B+... and the patient is a paranoid schizophrenic. We have his doctor here for assistance.”
“Okay thank you.” I responded and quickly pulled the wheeling gurney down the hall into an empty room. Another nurse and trauma surgeon came into the small room surrounding him. And following, Dr Crane. He stood beside the curtain and carefully watched everything that I did.
I took the stethoscope from my neck and the other nurse cut his shirt off of him. I listened to the areas around the wound checking his heart and airways.
“He punctured his trachea and is bleeding into his left bronchiole.” I called the doctor, and he moved past me and looked deeply into the hole.
“I'm intubating.” The other nurse stuck the scope into his throat and slowly lifted his head. “He’s suffocating on his own blood.” She said as she saw the blood flowing into his throat.
The doctor dropped the bed to lay flat to prevent the blood from rising in his throat. “His lungs are filling!” I called out, watching the monitor as his heart and breathing dropped drastically. The machine beeped and squealed as the numbers sank to a fatal rate.
Dr Crane watched. He was intrigued by the pace I could perform such complex tasks; for a nurse and woman anyway. But also the way my hair looked messy but nice, and the way my scrubs fit around my figure just perfectly… it made him feel as though it were predator to prey.
He continued to analyze my every feature. My technique, mannerisms, and precision to detail.
Another nurse came around the corner to the doctor while he cleaned the patient's stab wounds. “An OR just opened up, doctor.” He looked up from Mr Anderson and nodded.
“Alright then, up he goes.” The doctor and assisting nurse lifted the back of the bed and began to push him from the small room down and through the halls where he would undergo an emergency, life threatening surgery.
I took a breath with the room now being empty and wiped a drop of sweat off my forehead. But in the corner of my eye I saw a tall lanky man standing beside the room's curtain, staring intently at me.
”Hello, how can I help you?” I straightened myself and breathed deeply.
“Dr Crane,” He stuck his hand out to mine confidently. “Mr Anderson's physiatrist, of Arkham Asylum.” He had an unsettling grin while he waited for me to shake his hand.
“Oh well it’s nice to meet you Dr Crane, but there’s blood on my hands,” I chucked.
”Nothing new to me.” He grabbed my hand and shook it firmly. “And may I say,” He let go of me and straightened his posture. “You are quite fastidious in your work… Ms?”
”Y/L/N.” I smiled, “And thank you. It’s just how things run around here.”
He paused and looked to either side, “Are you a practical nurse?”
”Registered, actually.” I smiled and held my hands in front of my stomach.
”Really? What is your field of study?”
”Pediatrics.” I grinned warmly.
“Children… interesting.” He paused and looked deeply into my eyes. His blue irises being hypnotizing. “Then why are you down here?”
”We had a shortage of nurses today and when the call came in I figured the ER could use some assistance.”
”How nice of you.” He grinned sarcastically, and then spoke again suddenly, “Do you have plans for tonight?”
I was stunned and froze looking at him like an idiot. “I uh—no I don't.” I blushed and smiled in a way I instantly regretted.
“Then perhaps I should take you out.”
“Oh, yeah sure-”
“I can get into anywhere. Your choice.” He interrupted and smirked.
“Perfect.”
Dr Crane reached into the inner pocket of his blazer and handed me a small card. “Call me when you are ready.”
Before I could respond he turned and quickly walked off near the exit of the hospital. I looked down to the card reading Dr Johnathan Crane of Arkham Asylum with a number attached. I tucked the card into the small pocket in my scrubs and continued on with my day in the busy emergency room.
While Dr Crane on the other hand was driven back to his office in a luxury car, of course.
For the remainder of my shift I felt as if I could see him at the corner of my eye in each angle, but when I looked he was nowhere to be seen. His presence had been haunting my mind. That structured, beautiful face, and deathly eyes. What could a man like him ever want with a woman like me?
“So naive…” He said sitting in his office chair. Such easy bait; the perfect little toy. Lonely and sensitive as all women are. He thought to himself while leaning back against the leather. It made him chuckle just imagining all the things he could make me do, and what he could do to me.
My shift in the emergency room ended being almost an hour overdo. I felt too guilty to just leave when so many patients were still unseen. But eventually my boss threatened that I had to leave because she was not paying overtime to nurses, and my job could be on the line. So I sucked back my feelings and just left.
I later didn't get home until 8:00pm. I panicked thinking it would've been far too late to plan a date now, I missed my only opportunity with a decent, handsome, and successful man.
I scurried to type his number into my little phone to apologize and beg to reschedule. The phone barely rang before he picked up, “Dr Crane?”
“Hey, It’s Y/N from the hospital. I’m so sorry I’m late I-I got stuck in the ER and-“
“Are you ready?”
“What?”
“For our date.”
“Oh um… did you still want to do that tonight? Is it not too late?”
“Call me when you’re ready sweetheart. I’ll be waiting for you.” And he hung up.
I stared at my phone screen for a moment frozen with relief and anxiety. I then threw it onto the kitchen counter and ran to my room to change into a tight fitting dress and threw on a bold coloured lipstick. About an hour later when I was as presentable as I could make myself be, I called back.
“I’m ready.”
A black car came and picked me up outside my small house in the city. The driver took me to a dimly lit restaurant with high walls and such an intricate interior. I felt like a princess as I stepped out from the tall car.
And like a gentleman, I saw Dr Crane standing outside the large glass doors staring down at a pocket watch. But when his eyes looked up to mine he dropped the watch into his blazer pocket and stuck his hand out to mine. I grinned warmly at him and took his large, cold hand into mine.
He didn't say anything to me but returned a slight grin and guided me into the restaurant with sounds of rich people laughing and glasses clinking. A waiter in a suit approached us and took us to the far back of the restaurant where large, diamond chandeliers hung over the tables surrounded by velvet chairs.
“This place is really nice,” I said to him as we both sat down opposite sides of each other.
He stared at me a moment before he smirked to himself, and said, “Of course. A beautiful woman deserves a beautiful restaurant.”
I blushed and my eyes fell down to the silk covered table. “Well… I think you’re quite beautiful yourself.” I looked up into his blue eyes with a seductive look.
He didn’t acknowledge my compliment, but straightened himself and said, “Perhaps after dinner I will take you back to my place, yes?”
“Oh,” I was shocked for a moment. “Yes, sure. Sounds great.” I grinned warmly while the waiter filled our glasses with sparkling wine.
I noticed during our dinner Johnathan didn't talk much. He would glare up and down my face and mannerism; like he was testing me. At first I was intimidated by his strong stare but as a psychiatrist those were natural instincts to me. So I ignored it. He seemed harmless.
After our quiet dinner I followed Johnathan out of the restaurant and into once again, another luxury car. Except this time he drove. I sat quietly in the passenger's seat and occasionally would look over at his serious face. He never looked back at me but somehow it felt as if he was staring through my soul.
Johnathan shortly after 20 minutes, pulled into an underground garage below a building of penthouses. He got out and walked in front of the car to open my door. I got out and followed him to an elevator which rose high into the building.
He, when at the top, opened the door to a large spacious apartment and instantly began to guide me down a long hallway. I looked around the best I could but Johnathan seemed to be in a hurry.
At the end of the hallway he opened a large solid oak door which led to a dark, master bedroom. Like something straight out of a movie. He quickly closed and locked the door behind me and turned facing me.
“So Y/N, this is how this is going to play out. Alright?”
“Yes…” I said anxiously.
“I can tell you like me, and I like what you are as well.” He moved swiftly past me and closer to the bed while adjusting his blazer.
“What I am?”
“Yes,” he dropped his blazer off his shoulders and folded it neatly. “Now why don't you lay back dear.” He said with his voice rolling off his tongue like velvet. His hypnotizing voice had me falling back onto the black, silky bed. Jonathan's posture grew taller in front of me as he slowly stepped forward to the edge of the bed. I thought he would stop there but he continued along the side of the wide bed. My eyes followed his tall, lanky figure as he opened the drawer to his bedside table. I tried to look the best I could but my eyes wouldn't reach as far to what he was pulling out. My head fell back against the duvet and I stared up at the high ceiling… until Johnathan roughly grabbed onto my bare wrist and pulled me up near the bedpost. A rope was tied tightly and quickly around me and to the metal post. My other arm and legs began to squirm and I looked up at him with mercy. “W-what are you doing?!”
“Shhh, just relax.” He said with an unsettling smirk. My breath got heavy but I did my best to stay calm; until he moved down the bed and began to tie my ankle as well. The whole left side of my body is strapped down. I inhaled to say something but he stopped me before anything could come out, “Shhh.”
I had been slightly sexually experienced but not by a lot, and especially not at this level. I honestly hadn’t been expecting this is what he meant by going back to his place.
It was difficult to stay still as he strapped down the right side of my body to his bed. My eyes began to water with fear and I bit down tightly onto my lip. “He wouldn't hurt me, right?” I said to myself over and over in my mind. Each replying thought being, “If he could, he would.”
“You know,” He started while walking back to the end of the bed looking straight at me. “I’ve always had a kink for nurses.” He smirked. “Maybe it's because of just how delicate, and naive they always are; begging for their supervisors to accept them and pay them more. But we all know they get what they deserve.”
I felt my blood go cold throughout my body. I instinctively nodded though I didn't agree.
“Good,” He purred. “You are just so pathetic and lonely aren't you?” He cooed while his hands reached up to my spread legs. Once at my thighs he pushed my dress up to my stomach and ripped the top half down off of my breasts. I felt the cool air cause goosebumps to run down my bare chest. “Are you scared?” He whispered with his face crawling into my neck.
“N-No.” I said shakily.
He lifted his head and looked at me seriously. “Wrong Answer.” His voice raised and in a moment he ripped my panties off from my skin with one pull. His eyes gazed down, then slowly back to mine. I watched as he straightened himself and walked along the side of the bed. He bent as though he was going to kiss me but harshly grabbed onto soft throat. I gasped and gagged as he squeezed, and all my blood ran straight down between my thighs. “Now tell me, what do you want?” He released his hand.
“You…” I panted, taking deep breaths, and my thighs squirming and twitching.
“And is that because you know I’m the best you’re going to get, or because you’re a whore?”
“No no, I like you” I said fearfully.
“Thats hard to believe. I’m not someone who is liked, but respected and feared. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir-“
He cut me off grabbed onto my throat again, “what?”
“Yes sir.” I said louder gasping for air.
“You’re obedient.” His grip loosed. “I quite enjoy that with women like you” He began to undo his belt while making passionate eye contact with his blinding blue eyes. “It makes it much easier to fuck when the women actually listens and lets you do what you want to them. Would you agree?” He smirked pulling the belt off; the hard metal hitting off the floor.
I nodded eagerly with my lips pushed together. He smirked to himself with pride. But before he went any further he leaned over onto the bed between my legs. I watched as his hand ran down my thigh to my bare, sensitive skin. His smooth finger ran down along my slit and he pushed it deep into my wet hole. I squealed and bit down onto my lip while he felt around.
“Still decently tight. More of a virgin then a whore,” he paused for a moment watching himself rub my insides. “Are you a virgin?”
“No..”
“I see. This shouldn't be a problem then.” He backed up and yanked onto my legs, flipping me onto my stomach. The rope burned my skin as it twisted with my turning body. I whimpered from the pain in my wrists and ankles, and I could hear from behind me the sound of his pants becoming undone. I felt my face go cold and my blood draining from my body.
Dr Crane's hands grabbed onto my hips and he aggressively pulled my ass up in the air and his other hand grabbed a handful of my hair, holding my head down onto the bed. “Now be a good girl and don’t move.” He cooed while I felt a soft, hard heat rubbing slowly against my wet pussy. I inhaled as he began to slowly but roughly push himself into me. My walls felt as though they were ripping and my cervix was hit by his tip. It was painful, but so good.
His hand still held firmly onto my hair. He thrusted his hips while taking moments to pull at my hair just to hear me yelp. His other hand squeezed at my butt while he bruised me with his hips.
The sounds coming out of me were uncontrollable; sounds of pain and pleasure. He lived for my submissiveness, and the tightness of my pussy hugging his cock.
He kept his suit on, as a man in a suit is a man of power. Which is the only thing he ever craved to feel, and be. His buttoned shirt was slightly undone and his pants were loose around his thighs.
My knees began to ache beneath me as they pressed hard against the mattress. I attempted to adjust in making myself more comfortable but was corrected with a hard slap to my butt and my hair being pulled. “Sit still.” He said sharply, “Be good and take it.” He thrusted harder with his hand holding my face down forcefully. My vision was black with my eyes in the back of my head. The sharp pains and overwhelming pleasure I felt only turned him on more. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you. Huh?” He slapped me again with his fingers digging into my plushy flesh. I yelped and moaned while he continued to beat me furiously with his long cock.
Johnathan leaned forward and pulled me up by my hair. “Answer me!” He spat.
“Yes!” I cried out and whimpered. My legs feeling baa k as though they were about to collapse.
I could hear him chuckle with pride from behind me as he straightened himself and held my hip tightly. His eyes stared down at my soaked, swollen pussy, admiring the way his cock looked filling it.
He continued to bruise my ass and groaned with pleasure. I’d never expected it, but I enjoyed the sounds he made and the way he’d beat my delicate body, and pull my hair.
With the way he pounded me with every inch made me so close. My moans were loud, and sloppy, and my hot, wet walls squeezed him in a way that made him shiver.
“You finish when I tell you to.” He said sharply, smacking me again with a bruising force. I nodded the best I could with moans uncontrollably escaping my dry mouth. I did my best to loosen myself and try not to feel the way his cock was pounding me. “Good girl…” he purred and slowed down, thrusting slowly, but hard.
“Please… please!” I begged not being able to hold it back anymore.
“Oh yes, beg for it.” He groaned and gripped my hips.
“Please, I can’t…”
Johnathan got increasingly turned on, he thrusts getting much harder and faster. I felt my liquids already leaking down my thigh and along his thick cock. His hand latched onto my throat suddenly, I was pushed into the mattress more and I gasped for air. “Cum for me.” He groaned with seriousness in his voice.
With relief I felt my pussy throbbing around his cock while he continuously pounded me through several orgasms; rough and sensitive. I drooled and my eyes watered until he slowed down, his cock pounding deep into me, until finally he stopped. His hot cum shot deep inside of my little pussy, filling every bit of it.
I could feel him pull back and my body becoming empty. He fixed himself back into his pants and watched as his thick cum dripped from my aching hole. I was still whimpering and unable to move from the tight restraints holding me down. “Oh don’t you just look adorable,” he cooed sarcastically. I then felt his finger glide down my clit. I jolted and whimpered with sensitivity, and he rubbed down to my used hole, pushing all of his mess back inside of me. “Perhaps you will see me again,” He stood, “I’d just love to see what all that pretty pussy can do.” He said, adding a severely painful slap down onto my bare clit. I cried out and my body shook in pain. “Oh do I love that sound.” He smirked, amused by my pain.
Dr Crane then adjusted his tie and began to walk alongside the bed to the post where my wrist had been tied. He took a long skinny blade from the nightstand and held it up near his face, admiring its sharp and shiny features. My heart began to race and I pulled at the ropes with my wrists. I yelped with fear as he suddenly ripped the blade through the rope uncomfortably close to my skin. My breath came out heavily and with relief he hadn’t killed me. But I still jumped each time he aggressively cut through the ropes, freeing me at last.
Red rashes had formed on my wrists and ankles. I slowly with aches throughout my body, sat up on the bed.
“Now are you the type of woman who expects to stay the night, or will you be leaving?” His head tilted as I reached to the floor for my dress.
“W-What would you like me to do?” I looked up into his eyes submissively. The look he just adored.
“Good answer.” Johnathan grabbed my face and pulled it in roughly. He looked at me thinking for a moment. “You seem tired. Perhaps it’s safer that you stay here.” His grin was unsettling but I made the right choice in doing what he said. “Now be a good girl and drop that dress. You won’t be needing it.”
I did as he said and threw it back down to the floor.
He later on brought me a drink before bed. It had a bitter, suspicious taste and not long after, I was out. By the time I had woken up again it was dark and my wrists and ankles were to be bruised and scratched once again.
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cillians-sweetheart · 2 months ago
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LOL poor boy :(
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cillians-sweetheart · 2 months ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to this cutie 😘 love you Cillian!! Happy 49th!! ❤️❤️❤️
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I can’t believe he’s already 49 omggg. Praying he has the greatest day 🙏🏼
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cillians-sweetheart · 3 months ago
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Heyy guys I’m coming back AGAIN with not posting for so long 😭 I have just recently gotten a boyfriend!! Who I love but has been distracting lol. I swear to you guys I am locking in with a new Dr Crane fic!!
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cillians-sweetheart · 3 months ago
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Hey guysss, I am currently working on a new fic but again I am taking so long because of school 😭😭 I promise I will post here soon!! So sorry to anyone who’s been waiting, I have seen your requests and I’m working on it!!
Thanks!
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cillians-sweetheart · 4 months ago
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hello hon, how are you doing? if you're taking requests please i need to read a slow burn about jim tds x reader. large age gap, smut, whatever you wanna add!!!
Hello, I’m going great thank you :) and of course!! I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you were expecting but I hope you like it!! 🤍
The Teachers Possession- Jim TDS
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Teacher!Jim(45) x Student!Reader(18)
Plot: When starting a new high school English class Y/N has been looking forward to, she meets a teacher who overtime begins to grow intensely obsessed with her. He craves every little of her, and daydreams of her to an unhealthy extent… which later leads to him risking everything to have her.
Content: age-gap, smut, extreme obsession and possessiveness, perverted and addictive thoughts and behaviours, masturbation (m), leg kink, kissing, unprotected pv, oral (f), desk sex, dub-con, online stalking, semi-public sex
(Because we don't know Jim's last name in The Delinquent Season, we're just gonna say his last name is Murphy in this scenario.)
Starting my final grade of highschool and second semester, I was placed into the advanced english class I’ve been meaning; and was excited to do.
The first few days were normal as they were just introductions and getting to know the classroom. The teacher had an unusual way of teaching and introducing. He was older, tall, fit, and uncomfortably observant. Eye contact felt like your eyes were melting when you looked at him. They were eyes so gentle, yet so terrifying.
I always found him quite alluring looking–different for sure–unlike others who either are all the way or not at all for him. I thought he was quite interesting with how he taught and talked.
After those few days, He stood in the front of the room with a paper gripped in his hand, and his eyes scanning over the room. Everyone became quiet and turned forward.
“Okay,” He pulled the paper up closer to his face. “I have made a seating arrangement.”
Kids groaned and complained to their friends sitting next to them. And Mr Murphy began pointing to seats, assigning them to peoples names. I sat waiting for him to call on me, and when he did, he held a long stare and pointed to the table directly across from his.
I grabbed my bag and moved to the front of the room at that one desk where you were so close you could read every sheet of paper on his desk. His eyes followed me to the desk, glued to my legs.
At first I did not like sitting so close to the front, or to the teacher, but as a week passed I hadn’t cared anymore. I was first in line to get the assignments, and always the first hand, and person he saw. To others it appeared I was the only person he saw. I personally had not noticed how much our eyes would meet during class, or how filthy his thoughts of me were.
When class began, he added to the lecture he gave yesterday. But his gaze would continuously turn to me and my sweet legs. Beneath the desk he would watch as my thighs shuffled and lifted. Deep in his mind–behind his knowledge of literature–were thoughts and fantasies of how good my little legs would look wrapped around his waist, and how my soft, pink lips would feel on his skin…
Nearing the end of the class while everyone began to pack their things, I took my time in finishing my assignment. I hadn’t been too worried about packing up before the bell as I hadn't had anywhere to be during my lunch break, nor anyone to meet up with.
When the bell did ring, kids ran from the room and crowded in the hallway. And before I was about to leave as well, Mr Murphy stopped me and called my name with a friendly smile.
“Y/N, stay for a moment.”
I paused with my bag on my shoulder and stood in front of his desk. “Oh okay” I grinned back at him and looked down into blue eyes.
My Murphy leaned back into his chair and exhaled, “How are you finding the class so far?”
“Good, good. I love writing so,” I chuckled.
He nodded, “That’s good… I’ve read some of your pieces, you are very talented.” His eyes trailed from my eyes, to my bare legs, “You have a gift.”
I blushed and my legs crossed while standing before him. “Thanks…”
His stare didn’t move from my legs as they shuffled, and as my dress slightly ran up my thighs. He nearly groaned to himself as his mind, and imagination ran into a vivid thought of me beneath him.
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about your writing,” His eyes snapped back to my face and he cleared his throat. “Your style… is so different. It goes against the normality of basic literature, but flows much better than the rest.” I smiled, flattered by his praise, “Incredibly unique you are. But definitely in a good way.”
“Thank you sir,” My cheeks went hot and pink, “I try.”
“You’re welcome,” His voice was gentle but firm. “You can go now.”
I nodded with my lips flattened and turned towards the door across the classroom. He stared, admiring the back of my dress and body. His sigh was heavy as he fell back into his chair, still his eyes not being able to pull away from my legs, thighs, and the little bits of my plushy bottom peeking out from underneath.
For the remainder of the day he was nothing but eager to be home, and alone. The tension from his fantasies and lust-filled thoughts soon became too hard to hide. His final lesson was spent sitting at his desk while he taught. He hadn’t dared let his secrets be revealed. Not until he could be alone.
And when he was, arriving to his house as soon as he could after that final bell, he slammed the door to his home and quickly walked up the stairs to his empty bedroom. His pants were eagerly kicked and pulled off, and his hard cock was held tightly in his hands.
Thoughts of my thighs around him, and my moans, filled his mind while he forcefully fucked his fist. He could just imagine the way my soft lips would feel wrapped around his thick cock; sucking him eagerly while on my knees.
He clutched tight and groaned as his cock rapidly twitched in his hand. With such vivid fantasies he couldn’t last more than 5 minutes. His breath came out hot and heavy making the air feel thick. He moaned deeply while his cum shot from his pulsing tip, the relief and satisfaction rushing over him from head to toe.
I on the other hand had not suspected there could be such tension between my teacher and I. I was completely clueless; naive to how he would act around me or while alone. An innocent mind as my own wouldn’t be able to comprehend such filth, and perversion that lived in Jim’s mind. And as time went on–day after day– the worse, and more obsessive he got. The sessions he had late at night became far more frequent, his phone filled with every photo of me he could find off social media, and his screen each night was soaked in his hot cum as he would finish on a photo of my ‘pretty, pretty face.’
It was an addiction he began to stop feeling guilty about. But it wasn’t just an addiction, he had fallen in love. A type of love he had never experienced, nor felt for anyone ever before. I was the one he wanted all to himself, the girl–if she loved him back– would do absolutely anything and everything for.
That next day at school while I entered his classroom, his eyes immediately darted from his computer screen to me, and my perfect legs that were hugged tightly by my thin leggings. I grinned to Mr Murphy as I came in front of both his and I’s desk.
“Good morning.” He spoke, and grinned in response to mine.
“Morning.” I set my bag down onto the floor next to my chair, and bent forward to dig for my books. I had not done it intentionally of course, but in his mind it really was.
Quickly his eyes glanced back to the kids who hadn't been paying attention at the back of the classroom, then while not being watched, he looked straight between my legs as I bent further and further to the deepest part of my bag.
Through the thin fabric he could see everything. My curvy butt and hips, and the outline of my plump pussy fully on display for him. He roughly grabbed at his pants and squeezed his cock beneath his desk. And before I were to stand back up he quickly grabbed his phone with his free hand and zoomed the camera in to take a picture. Just as he did I stood back up with my books and he was relieved to have been able to save this moment forever in his photo album.
As the class went on, in between his sentences I would notice his eyes meeting mine continuously. Like magnets being pulled closer and closer together. Again it was nothing I over thought about. I liked the attention, and thought nothing unusual about it. He would look at all his students this way, right?
But he hadn’t. No other woman, student, or being would ever be looked at the same as he looked at me. It was a look of adoration, and seduction; hidden beneath his pearly blue eyes. How truly alluring they were…
“Y/N.” He called on me.
“What?” I looked around the room, then to him.
“Tell everyone about your essay topic–and pay attention,” His gaze turned to the majority of the class. “This is what gets you a good grade on exams, and written assignments,” He pointed. “A real, intriguing paper.”
”Oh, um…” I froze while the students and Mr Murphy starred, awaiting my answer. Near the beginning of the class we were given the task to write an essay on how we believe that cruelness and discrimination can be cured within our society. Where, “I wrote about how though selfishness and tactlessness are unpleasant traits, they are what could reduce the amount of hate as people would be caring more about themselves rather than degrading and discriminating against others who are different.”
Mr Murphy shook his head and grinned to himself, “Brilliant…Different,” His tone got louder. “But new, different perspectives is what makes your study interesting. No teacher will find excellence in those who all say what they should believe, rather than what they truly believe.” He paused for a moment while his eyes scanned around the room to all the careless students. “Anyways, brilliant thought Y/N. Moving on.” He turned his back to the room and began to scribble onto the whiteboard behind him.
I was slightly embarrassed being called out in front of the class, but flattered to receive such praise from the teacher everyone called picky, and ‘hard to please.’ This class, being one I craved to do well in, and enjoyed, felt much lighter knowing I had the approval of my teacher. It made my stomach flutter.
After class, just as the bell rang, all the students ran from the classroom before Mr Murphy could say another word about. the homework assignment I hadn’t cared for so I didn’t try to escape it, or him.
Again I took my time packing and getting myself ready to go. I felt an unusual, but pulling energy between Mr Murphy and I. I could feel his eyes glaring like he was looking through me. It made me feel as if I couldn’t leave; his eyes holding me hostage. And with the classroom now being empty, the tension was stronger than ever.
Before I was about to leave, throwing my bag over my shoulder, Mr Murphy stood from his desk chair and came around his desk to me. Slowly his tall figure began to overlook me, my head rising higher the closer he got. My body felt heavy, as though it became filled with sand.
I looked up into his eyes and his large hand reached out to me. He slowly stroked my hair, and his fingers intertwined with the silky strands. My body weakened before his touch and I saw the hints of lust hiding beneath his eyes.
I hadn’t known what to say, or if I should say anything at all. But the energy between us spoke louder than any word ever could. And when his hand went from my hair to the delicate skin of my cheek.
"You're so beautiful..." He whispered, but noticed quite quickly his secret had been slipping and pulled his hand off my face. He cleared his throat and grabbed his phone off his desk, "I have a meeting to get to. See you tomorrow." I watched as he quickly walked out of the classroom, and my eyes lingered as I saw him disappear into the crowds or kids in the hall.
I didn't know what to feel besides confusion. It took me several minutes to pull my attention back into focus to leave the classroom. And when I did I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall for the remainder of my lunch break.
The feelings running through my mind and body were too much to handle. I was overwhelmed with both feeling flustered and unsettled.
Jim on the other hand looked as though he was fine but on the inside while sitting at his meeting felt his blood going cold; feeling both terrified and aroused. He wasn't able, nor did he care to pay attention to what any of the other English teachers had to say.
As school ended and I was on my way home the image of Mr Murphy and I wouldn't leave my mind. It didn’t feel right, but it didn't feel wrong either. The best option I had was to ignore it; push it deep into the back of my brain.
I wish I could say it worked, but of course it had not. Both Mr Murphy and I shared the experience of not being able to get off of one another's minds. From the very moment it happened to late at night when we both lied in our bed with two completely different thoughts, and ideas of each other…
Jim lied on his back holding the phone screen close to his face. He stared intently at the picture of my plushy butt and round, beautiful looking pussy; roughly beating his cock. He groaned heavily as he imagined just how good it would feel to pound his cock deep into me. Shoving, and forcing in every inch until I stretched painfully around him. There was nothing he could ever want more, and nothing that could stop him from making me completely his. He made it his mission to get what he wanted. No matter what was to happen, I would be made all for him.
So that next day–when English was my last period–he gathered himself and patiently waited until that final bell rang and the school would be empty.
“Y/N.” He called out to me firmly as I was about to leave the classroom. I stopped just in front of the door and turned to him.
He stood by his desk, with his hands in his jean pockets; an unsettling look held deep in his eyes. “Close the door.”
I closed the door behind me slowly and my body felt cold in fear. “A-Am I in trouble?” I asked with my voice quiet and fearful.
Mr Murphy grinned and lowered his head. “No,” He looked back up to me. “Not at all.”
I felt relief wash over me and my blood returned back to my face. Still I was nervous as to why I was made to stay here, but how bad could it be if I wasn't in trouble?
“So why did you want me to stay?” I asked delicately while slowly walking towards him. His gaze lowered and softened the closer I got to him.
“I just want to be with you…” He paused, admiring me with his eyes. “Do you know how perfect you are?” He said suddenly.
I blushed; going a deep red, and my heart sank into my stomach. “N-No”
My Murphy took long steps towards me, and our bodies became just inches away from each other. His hand came down to my face, and his rough skin caressed my cheek lovingly. My eyes and legs fluttered to his touch. I couldn’t look away…
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…” He whispered while his thumb rubbed over my lips. “No one could ever love you more than I do.”
“Really?” My eyes were big, and filled with submission looking up to him as his other hand came to my face. He didn't say anything, but lightly rubbed my soft cheeks with his thumbs. I’d been so lost in his gaze that I hadn't noticed his face coming closer to mine. Not until he pulled my face into his and kissed my lips.
I froze as he kissed me, but the more he did, the more right it began to feel. I kissed back and felt the tension rising between us. My hands ran up his neck, and his glided down my sides to my hips. He pulled me tight against his body; not leaving an inch between us.
He lifted beneath me and sat me down onto the edge of his desk. Our lips had not separated, but became more sloppy and intimate. And his hips leaned in between my legs to press tightly against me. He groaned into my lips, and I felt a hard poke against my clothed pussy.
On the inside my heart was pounding against my chest, with anxiety but also the adrenaline of need and excitement. Mr Murphy’s rough hands squeezed at my hips, and his fingers dug into the sides of my pants. He pulled me in closer to him as he eagerly jerked my pants down over my thighs, and legs.
Once he began, he couldn't stop himself. Jim’s hands caressed every inch of my bare skin that he could. It made him painfully hard, feeling just how real and soft I was.
His lips kissed down to my neck while he desperately undid his belt, pulling it from his pants. It hit the floor with a clang, along with my panties that he ripped from my legs. He then pulled his lips away from me and straightened himself. I looked up to him with submissive eyes while he quickly took his cock from his pants. My eyes glared down at him, and I felt fear run through my body. There was no way that could fit in me.
He rubbed his wet, pink tip along my sensitive, virgin pussy. I looked back up at him and he groaned at the sight. It didn't feel real at all. He needed to give himself reassurance, something to prove that it was real and not again one of his fantasies.
With one quick movement he thrusted his hips and shoved his cock deep into my small hole. I whimpered loudly and my skin stretched. Mr Murphy groaned deeply, feeling me squeezing around him and he began to pull back. He looked me in the eyes while he forcefully thrusted his thick cock into me again. I bit at my lip and moaned with both pleasure and pain.
His hands gripped onto the desk and his hips began to pound faster, and harder into my tiny pussy. My whimpering and moaning got louder as I felt such things I’ve never had before. And Jim felt as though he was gonna finish already. With the obsession he's had, and the fantasies he's created, there was no way he could last alone, so how would he while inside my real pussy.
Mr Murphy couldn't pull his eyes away from between us. He moaned at just how good it felt and how cute my pussy looked, swallowing his every inch.
“You like that?” He huffed and grabbed my face. All I could do was moan and nod. “Oh you’re such a good girl.” He thrusted harder, making my eyes widen and my lips gasp. The look on his face was feral and demanding as he beat between my legs. “Fuck….I’m gonna cum,” He panted; I grew louder with high pitched moans. The sounds of both him and I, and the slapping of his cock in my wet pussy, filled the darkening room.
Jim grabbed beneath my thighs and pulled me in tighter against him. His cock sunk deeper into me and he held my legs up, spreading them as far as they could go. I couldn’t look away from what he had been doing to me. It all happened so quickly, but felt unbelievable.
My whimpers became more desperate for him, and my eyes returned up to his. With that, as his eye met mine he groaned and shot his thick cum into my cervix. I watched him, and looked deep into his eyes while he came in me. Something about it just made me crave more.
He gasped and panted, slowly thrusting and emptying himself into my tiny hole. And when he pulled out I felt a wave of emptiness… but it soon filled as he quickly fell to his knees, forcefully spreading me to fuck me with a tongue.
My whole body shivered as I felt his wet tongue overstimulating my sensitive clit and hole. I cried out a sweet sound that rehardened his cock. He could’ve never expected me to taste such a way, and the way those blue eyes looked up to me while he licked in such delicate circles made my legs shake.
I was soft on his tongue, and so sweet. Beneath the desk and began to again forcefully beat his cock in his hand. He moaned and whimpered into my pussy, while still managing to lick profusely.
My teeth clenched down onto my bottom lip and my fingers held tightly onto the wooden desk. I was so lost with my eyes disappearing into the back of my head, I hadn’t noticed Jim cumming again and again. And for me, I could feel my body becoming overwhelmed with the intense, tight feeling both his cock and tongue had caused me. My body grew hot and my legs shook and shot up. His tongue with a great speed licked, and sucked at my clit, and thick amount of wetness spread onto his face and my inner thighs.
Those beautiful lips of his glistened with my wetness as my stomach turned and ached with pleasure. He could feel me pulse against his lips, and his tongue slowed and eased with my orgasm as it faded away.
He pulled me through it all and it had been the best thing i'd ever felt and done. And for him, he could say the same as his cock dripped and fell weak. Mr Murphy stood back to his feet and tucked himself back into his pants. He leaned into me and kissed me gently, making me taste myself on his lips. “Oh I love you,” He moaned between breathless kisses.
And what felt almost instinct, I said, “I love you too.” And grabbed his hair pulling his lips down harder against mine.
”Why don't you let me drive you home baby,” He panted and just barely took his lips from mine. “And I’ll tell you just how much I need you.”
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Doctors Order Pt. 2 - Johnathan Crane
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Doctor!Johnathan Crane x Patient!Reader
Plot: Y/N returns to an appointment with her obsessive psychiatrist, Dr Crane, to heal her loneliness, and daddy issues.
Content: smut, manipulation, talk of parental issues, obsession, dub-con, gaslighting, dry-rubbing (f), unprotected pv, daddy kink, riding, pain kink (m), desk sex, kissing, age-gap, Secretary type plot
“Welcome back.” He said with that same discreditable grin that followed me into my dreams, and the obsessive tone that kept me trapped tightly in his arms. “Oh how I missed you… sit.” He said as his voice turned from silky to sharp; demanding. I refrained from looking him in the eye. Still, I had shame and arousal for him I couldn't reveal, even though he knew everything about me already. What I felt, and what I thought. “What's wrong dear?” His voice was sarcastically empathetic and his head tilted as I sat in front of him. “Did you miss me too?”
I picked at my fingers and my thighs squeezed together tightly. I glanced up at him no longer than a second. His mouth slightly spread, and his eyes filled with that need, shining through his glasses lens. “Yeah…” I answered under my breath looking down to my lap. 
“Don’t be shy on me now sweetheart,” Dr Crane leaned deeper into his desk, fingers folded and elbows laying against the solid oak. “You know how much I love my girls to look at me… and how much that I love you.”
My head shot up and my eyes fell straight into his. The smirk on his lips grew with pride. My desperation saw straight through the lies. 
“Do you love me?” He asked.
“Yes.” 
“Good…,” He purred with his voice low, and paused for a moment searching my face for every feature; every feeling. “Now Y/N, remind me of why you need me.”
“I don't have anybody else…” 
“So not much has changed, yes?” He pushed his thin glasses up the bridge of his nose. I nodded to him in response and looked back down to my lap, and shaking leg. “Do you know why you are so lonely, Y/N?”
“No…”
“It is because you are not meant to be with anybody else, but me.” He said with his tone growing possessive and corrupt. “The world has made you purely for me and no one else. No one could ever love you like I do.” On the outside his eyes were blue and pearly, but inside–deep in his mind–they were black, and stone cold.
“Really?” I asked with my eyes big and desperate for his acceptance and reassurance. 
“Absolutely.” Dr Crane’s eyes glared through his brows. “But as you know, love is purely mutual. You give me your love, I give you mine. Can you do that?” 
I quickly nodded and my body instinctively leaned into his desk. The features on his proportioned, perfect face got clearer and clearer the closer I got. 
“Tell me you’d do anything for me.” 
“I’d do anything for you.” My voice was submissive, and my mind was strictly his.
“Good girl…” He purred, and praised as if I were his little pet. “Come to me.” He slowly leaned back into his leather chair. I stood to walk around his desk to him but he motioned for me to stop. “No no sweetheart…” He spoke quietly, but loudly hit his hand on his desk. “Up.” I looked to him with confusion, then began to slowly sit and lift my legs onto his desk. I was careful of my every movement to not move nor break any of his things. I transferred to my hands and knees looking down at him as I crawled across his desk. The look in his eyes showed admiration and pride for his power. “Just like that baby, come to me…”
I froze before him at the end of his desk, not being able to move further without falling into him. He looked at me symbolizing for me to continue, and I hesitantly did. But first I moved my legs around so I could easily slide down onto his firm lap. My thighs laid either side of his hips, and my chest just inches from his. Dr Crane's hands came down through my hair and onto my face lovingly, revealing the bits hidden behind my hair. I felt my body from my head to my thighs fluttering while I straddled him. Sensing this, his rough hands squeezed tightly and pushed down onto my plushy hips. 
I looked into his eyes, but they were distracted glaring down my body–and like his hands–under my dress. My eyes followed his hands as they traveled up my thighs, taking my dress with them. A devious smirk grew on his face at the sight of my delicate little panties underneath. He glared up just briefly at the expression on my face. Amused, he pressed his fingers against the thin, pink fabric to feel every feature. 
“So Y/N, please continue telling me about what's been going on at home recently.” He looked back up to me, and his hand beneath me began to rub incredibly slowly through the thin fabric of my panties.
I was silent for a moment, looking deep into his blue eyes. I felt nothing but his sweet fingers on me. “I um… not a lot.” I whimpered.
“Is daddy still ignoring you?” Dr Crane tilted his head with a sarcastic tone. 
“Mhm..” I nodded, pressing my lips together. 
“You don't need him,” He said sharply. “You only need me.” His hand began to rub faster, and harder. My body arched into him and I whimpered with a gasp. I felt his fingers dig into my panties, and suddenly his hand was holding tightly over my mouth. My panties were aggressively ripped off of me and the fabric snapped against my skin with a torturous, sharp sting. I shrieked and hollered behind his hand at the stinging sensation, and Dr Crane felt a filthy amount of pleasure at my painful sounds; a hard poke forming beneath me. “Shh Shh…” He whispered with a smirk, his lips gently kissing at my neck and his hand returning between my legs.  
Dr Crane’s other hand pushed down even harder on my hips against his lap, and I gave and fell into his touch. I grabbed the smooth skin on his face and hungrily forced my lips against his. It’s been something I craved since that first appointment… and never regretted. 
Between his lips I couldn’t stop myself from saying “I love you” like I had forgotten all he’s ever done; to me and to my naive mind. Dr Crane grinned to himself, pleased at just how easy it was to bring me into complete submission. 
He still while kissing me, said with his low, sensual voice, ‘You know what to do baby.” giving me those demanding, alluring eyes. I paused from kissing him and turned my gaze from his face down to his hard, bulging lap. “You know what daddy wants, don't you?” 
“Y-Yes.”
“What?” His eyebrow lifted.
“Yes daddy.”
“Good,” He placed his hand roughly on my cheek. “Such a good listener for daddy.” 
For a moment my eyes melted into his face–such beauty and power–then I came back into focus and took my hands down to his lap, eagerly pulling at his belt. 
While my eyes were down at his lap, he was looking straight at me. I could feel the tension, and obsession in his eyes; the way they radiated onto my delicate face, feeling as if just a glare could melt my skin away. 
Just as I took his hot, hard cock from his black dress pants, he grabbed my sides with a bruising grip and held me above him while looking straight into my eyes. “Do you want me?” 
“Mhm,” I nodded. 
He let go of my sides and laid his arms onto the sides of his chair. “Go on then, I know you know how to please your daddy.”
Again I nodded and began to slowly wiggle my hips down onto him. Dr Crane leaned back into his chair and adjusted his hips upwards. He looked up at my face while I winced, and struggled to push myself down. It’s been two weeks since I last did this with him, or anybody and still my body was not ready for such a size. 
Growing impatient and slightly rolling his eyes, Dr Crane's hands came back to my hips to force them down onto his needy cock. I yelped and whined as my walls stretched with a sting. Luckily with my wetness the pain faded away. And once my hips laid completely against his, I looked back to his face and returned to sloppily kiss his soft, plump lips. 
Dr Cranes hands gripped onto my hips and around to my butt, squeezing and guiding me up and down onto him. I too once able, began to slowly ride him in his desk chair. I could barely keep my lips on him the faster, and harder I got. But the only way I could quiet my moans was by muffling them with his lips.  
He just loved how I struggled to please and kiss him at the same time. It was incredibly amusing seeing just how much effort I was willing to put into him; into stroking his cock with my soft pussy. And the sounds that I made, made him feel absolutely feral. 
I really was trying my best to go at a speed and force that he liked but overtime as I grew exhausted from the continuous jumping, and seeing this he again could not remain tolerant. 
Quickly he lifted me from his lap, threw everything from his desk with a single wipe of his arm and slammed my back down against the hardwood. The suddenness caused me to freeze, but he didn’t and aggressively began to abuse the sweet hole that he claimed as completely his.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open, nor keep a sound from coming from my mouth. My legs squirmed and kicked and Dr Crane’s hands were placed firmly either side of my hips, trapping me against him. But it wasn’t like I wanted to escape. All I could imagine escaping was the shame of how much I felt I needed, and loved him. And how good it felt when he beat my body with his perfect cock. 
One of Dr Crane’s hands came up to the collar of my dress and ripped the fabric down, exposing my bare breasts. The cool air hardened my perky nipples, and I felt sudden lips kiss the soft skin of my breasts. I moaned deeply with the feeling, and sensitivity deep in my stomach and nipples. My hands came up to tangle into Dr Crane’s jet black hair as he kissed over my delicate skin, and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.  
I felt from my hips to my feet; my body twitching and shaking uncontrollably with the overstimulation of pleasure. Between us we became wet, slippery and weak. But he did stop, even after I had squirmed and yelled, finishing and soaking his precious desk. 
Eventually, with his cock he drained all the energy I had left. I was left weak, quiet and unable to move. I lied there staring at the wall beside me as I waited for him to be done. And when he was he beat the inside of my thighs brutally with his hips, leaving bruises I’d later see. 
While his thick cum filled and spilled out of me, his hand gripped onto my throat, and he stared into my tired, empty eyes. 
“See,” He said with a pant. “That’s how you make a man love you.” He pushed his hair back and straightened his suit. 
I felt like I couldn’t speak. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. 
“And no one could ever love you… and fuck you like I do.” His voice was possessive, and his eyes were threatening, but gentle in a way; with love and tenderness. 
And as I went to attempt to tell him I loved him, he grabbed my face and roughly forced his lips against mine. Just as I kissed him back he pulled his head away, and turned his back to me to fix himself. 
I weakly sat up from his desk and stood to the floor behind him. He turned and looked down at me with great power, “Now Y/N, you are to tell your father that you still are just a lonely… depressed, little girl and will forever need my help. Do you understand?”
“Yes daddy.” I said quietly looking at him with big watery eyes. 
And with his signature grin, he grabbed my shoulder with a tight grip and walked me back to father. 
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cillians-sweetheart · 5 months ago
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𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑺𝒕 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑪𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 <3
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I love my Irish men so much 💚🇮🇪🍀
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cillians-sweetheart · 5 months ago
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Apologizes for not being so active I hadn’t had time to get any work done, but I am working on a fic for you guys that’ll come out soon!!
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cillians-sweetheart · 5 months ago
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OK?? DADDY WHAT
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cillians-sweetheart · 5 months ago
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Secret Boyfriend - Thomas Shelby
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Thomas Shelby(39) x Fem!Reader(18)
Plot: Y/N has a new, secret boyfriend who she meets up with late in the night to avoid judgement from her parents as he is not quite what they would want, but perfect for Y/N in pleasing all her needs.
Content: Smut, age-gap, pet names, secrecy, oral (m), rubbing (m & f), car sex, riding, dirty talk (m & f), huge daddy kink, no protection, Tommy sounds kinda pervy but romantic too
(Modern day Thomas Shelby in this story)
Laying in my little white bed, I kick my feet and grin at my screen while I text my new boyfriend, Thomas. I’ve met him through the internet and have met with a few times late at night when my parents were asleep. 
I couldn’t have them find out I had been seeing a man almost 3 times my age. I was freshly 18, and still a child to them. They’d never understand what Tommy and I have. He was tall, and fit. And each time I’d see him he’d wear the type of suits he wore to work. Perfectly tailored to his figure, and always smelling rich and manly. There was no way I could keep my hands to myself when I was with him.
Most nights I’d run out to his car in the dark and we’d drive around the city to an empty road where he'd kiss, and caress me until the sun rose. His lips were always so gentle. And during the day I’d sneak away from everyone to text him. 
{“I miss you”}, I texted while smiling and giggling like a high school girl. I mean technically I was, so it made sense.
Just seconds after a new message pops up on my screen. {“I miss you too my girl ;)”}
{“how was work?”}
{“Ah, it was fine, just boring office stuff. Nothing interesting.”} Thomas sent while sitting alone in his house, still in his work clothes and also grinning to himself.
{“Can I see you tonight?”}
{“Won’t your parents be home, baby?”}
{“Please daddy… I need you”}
Thomas chuckled to himself, {“Haha baby, don’t do this to me. I really want to come and touch you but I don’t want you getting caught”}
{“When my parents go to sleep I can sneak out and come meet you. No one will see me”}
{“Oh baby, you’re just tempting me. You know I can’t resist feeling you… I’ll be there tonight.”}
{“Ok thank you daddy, I’ll see you soon”} 
I sent the message with my cheeks a flustered shade of pink. I quickly jumped up from my bed and changed into nicer clothing and quickly applied makeup on my smooth face. It was getting late anyway so I’d get ready now. 
Thomas too got up and grabbed his car keys. He loved how I begged for him, and how I’d do anything just to see him. And soon enough he arrived outside my house. He was nervous for me, but couldn’t wait another second longer to touch me. 
{“I’m here love. Whenever you’re ready”}
{“Coming daddy”} I quickly replied and quickly ran down the stairs to the front door. 
When I came outside, Thomas was leaning against his expensive car with that handsome smirk he always got when he saw me. I quickly ran to him with my short dress flowing in the wind and brushing against my thighs. I wrapped my body around him in a tight hug, and inhaled deeply his rich scent and felt his toned chest through his shirt.
“Oh my princess…” He smiled and kissed the top of my head. “Come on baby.” He led me to the passenger seat and opened the door for me. 
We drove around through the dark empty roads. His big hand lightly rubbed my bare thigh with intimate caresses. Slowly I began to slide down in the seat making his hand go higher and higher between my legs. He got the hint and trailed his hand up my dress to gently tickle me through my thin, lacy pantries. 
I couldn’t take my eyes off him from beside me as he rubbed me with his finger. I bit my lip and whimpered at his touch. He looked over to me, his eyes scanning from my shivering legs up to my baby doll face. 
“You’re such a cute girl… couldn’t wait to see daddy, couldn’t you?” He asked with his voice so smooth, and silky on my ears. 
“Mhm,” I nodded, looking down between my legs at my growing wetness for him. 
Eventually after several minutes driving through the quiet streets, Thomas parked at the end of a dead road. There was nothing but trees and darkness all around us. Thomas turned off the car and turned to me. 
“Give daddy a kiss.” He leaned in closer to me, moving his hands up to hold my face. I instantly fell into him and my lips latched onto his hungrily. Sweet little moans escaped my lips each time they’d separate even the slightest. 
Thomas pulled back to look closely at my face. With his thumb he traced my bottom lip, and in return I kissed his skin lovingly like a little puppy. “Such a good girl… you know exactly how to please your daddy, hm?” 
I nodded, continuing to kiss his thumb and over his whole hand. My submission was more than obvious for him. There’s nothing I’d not do for him. 
I pulled my lips away from his hand and Thomas leaned back to get out of the car. I watched him outside just briefly before he got back into the car in the backseat. He sat right in the middle with his legs spread and his bulge showing through his dress pants. 
“Come here.” He sat back, watching me with amusement as I crawled to him. “Good girl… Crawl to daddy.” His voice was low and sensual, making my legs shiver. 
In the backseat I straddled Thomas’s lap and looked into his blue eyes that I could barely see in the dark, but I could feel the lust in them. 
My hands felt around on his muscular chest and unbuttoned his shirt as my hands travelled lower and lower down his torso. His skin beneath was hot, and smooth and the hair on his chest, and below his belly button made my panties wet as I touched it. His legs spread wider, and his pants grew tighter. I felt as his hardening cock poked and rubbed me through my pantries. It made my mouth water.
I moved to the side on the leather seat next to him and looked up into his eyes while I eagerly undid his pants. His hips moved lower into the seat and his head laid back against the leather. He felt his cock just aching to be touched, and sucked. 
“That’s good baby, keep going.” He groaned under his breath while I pulled his big, needy cock from his pants. My eyes glared up into his while my face and lips slowly lowered to his hot, wet skin. I kissed and licked at his pink tip like a little kitten while making eye contact the whole time.
Thomas petted my silky hair while looking down at me with admiration, “My good baby… pleasing your daddy so well,” He groaned to the feeling of my lips hungrily sucking and kissing on his tip. His hand gripped in my hair and he tilted my face up to look at him while he pushed my mouth down the length of his thick cock. He groaned and cursed while I loved on his sweet, sensitive skin. I needed to give daddy more and slowly bobbed my head and sucked in my cheeks around him. “Hmh… god… just like that baby, just like that.” 
I sucked and swallowed him like it was the last thing I’d ever do. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. He tasted so good, and making my daddy feel good was all that I lived for. 
I pulled my mouth up from his dripping cock with a pop when he tugged on my hair. “Come.” He patted his thigh and I obediently sat up and straddled his lap. “Let daddy see that little pussy…” He was voice rough and hot in my neck and he lifted the straps of my pantries off and down my hips. I leaned back and let him strip me until I was completely naked on his lap, sitting and waiting for the attention I craved. 
“So cute,” He whispered glaring down my body and between my legs. His fingers slipped between my legs and slowly he rubbed my wet clit in gentle circles.
I was so sensitive from my growing arousal, and my sweet sounds and whimpering just encouraged him more. 
His fingers felt so perfect, rubbing faster and harder. I grind against his fingers eagerly spreading my wetness all over his hand. “You wanna cum?” He asked with his breath hot in my neck. 
“Mhm… Mhm daddy, please” 
“Cum on my cock… rub it.” He turned to lay back onto the seats and I sat on his cock against his lower stomach. My wet lips stroked his length, and my clit rubbed against his smooth veiny skin. I moaned and whimpered all sweet and desperate while I rubbed my pussy on him. 
Tommy gripped my hips, “fuck…,” he groaned with his head falling back. My soft lips were practically milking him and filling his stomach with precum. And eventually, I came with loud needy moans, and my fingers digging into his chest. His cock was absolutely throbbing by now and was bigger than it's ever been. 
“Oh, that’s such a good girl…” he praised sitting back up on the seat, me still on his lap. Tommy’s hands reached up into my hair holding my face close to his. We kissed sloppily while I sat and lowered myself down onto his aching cock. It filled my little hole so perfectly. Made purely just for him, as he’s the only one who’s ever used it. 
My hands held onto Tommy’s bulky shoulders, and he lifted his hips to forcefully thrust. My high pitched moans were in sync with his quick movements, and echoed throughout the car. The windows fogged and the air around us got hot and humid. 
Tommy’s lips sucked and kissed at my neck leaving his mark of property. My fingernails dug into his back and shoulders while trying to muffle my pleasurable whines in his hot neck. 
“Yes… Yes!” I yelled pounding my hips down onto him. “Daddy!” My body trembled and grew weak. Thomas took control using all his strength to buck his hips up against mine, his cock reaching deep inside. 
Thomas’s hand held tightly onto my plump butt, moving me up and down. Both of our skin grew damp with sweat and arousal. The movement between us got sloppy the closer we got. Neither of us had a proper thought but the feelings in our bodies. Everything between us with our bodies and lips, it went so fast like time hadn’t existed. Nothing existed when he and I were together, nothing but each other. 
And eventually over those last few, sloppy thrusts, Thomas’s cock shot his hot cum deeply into my cervix. His hips bucked up into mine forcefully which broke me into spilling my fluids onto his lap. I held onto him tightly as the sensitivity grew and faded and as our bodies began to slow down to a stop. 
I breathed heavily with little whimpers escaping with my exhale. I could feel Tommy relax and soften while still inside me. And before we moved we took the time just holding each other and gently kissing with the little energy we had left. 
I could feel the love Thomas had for me from the way he’d caress my bare hip and kiss me ever so gently. There was always a difference between him -in the way he acted-  before and after sex, but I loved both sides equally. He was rough and dominant but also gentle and romantic. And in the end he’d drive me home and kiss every inch of my face before I’d go back inside to sleep peacefully. 
“I love you my sweet girl,” He’d say each time. 
And from me, “I love you too, daddy.” With a kiss on his cheek. 
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cillians-sweetheart · 6 months ago
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First Date: Me & Him 🎀
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cillians-sweetheart · 6 months ago
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Hihihi could you please Write for Jim from tds?
Ofc he’s so daddy 😋
Maid For Pleasure - Jim TDS
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Jim Murphy(38) x Cleaner!Reader(18)
Plot: Y/N becomes desperate for a job while in school and comes across a house cleaning gig that ends up suiting her, and her employers needs quite well.
Content: age-gap, smut, dubcon, pervy Jim, dirty talk (m), dominant Jim, slight degradation, spanking, adultery (m), cvm trapping, porno type plot
(Because we don't know Jim's last name in The Delinquent Season, we're just gonna say his last name is Murphy in this scenario.)
Being a broke, College student -freshly 18- I was in desperate need of a simple job I could do after school to be able to afford my basic needs. I would search every day at the part-time jobs listed in my area, but all required too many hours that I didn’t have. It wasn’t just my school hours it cut into, but studying hours I urgently needed to pass.
I was already doing well in school because most of my time was spent studying and spending extra hours in class unlike everyone else who had jobs to attend to. I had a choice, either get some money so I can feed myself, or be the greatest student in all my classes. That second choice was for sure tempting but probably not the right choice in the end. I’m not someone who’s overly comfortable with asking for money. I’d rather starve.
After several, continuous hours scrolling through the internet in my dorm room bed, my eyes catch a listing for a “Part-time house cleaning - paying $20/hour.” It was perfect. Easy, and well paying. I instantly clicked the link and read further. “Available during mornings and noon between 9:00am - 1:00pm.” I could easily go during my lunch break and free period around 11am. So I clicked apply.
It wasn’t until the next morning I had seen an email from Jim Murphy accepting my application. I was pleased to see I could start today at 10am. Quickly I got up and out of bed, got ready in a comfy, but cool outfit that I wouldn’t mind dirtying while slaving my way through this man’s house. I didn’t doll up fully, but made myself presentable enough to hopefully keep this job until I can find something more ideal.
I waited around my dorm until the time came for me to leave. When I did I was emailed an address on one of the middle class streets. Definitely someone who could afford a maid.
I pulled up to the house with my hair pulled back in a messy bun, my makeup light and my clothes tight but comfortable. After taking a few -several- deep breaths I got out and knocked on the front door. A slim man with a kind face opened the door to me and introduced himself as, “Jim.”
“Y/N.” I grinned in return to him. His eyes slowly gazed from up and down my face and figure. As if he wasn’t expecting his cleaner to be someone like me.
“Please come in Y/N. Apologies for the clutter. Children.” He chuckled, with an almost flirtatious grin.
“No worries,” I smiled. “This is my job.”
Jim went back to continue his work in the kitchen on his laptop, quickly typing and occasionally sipping tea for a mug. His dark brown glasses laid comfortably on the bridge of his small nose, and his legs slightly spread beneath the table.
I purposely cleaned every other room first before I made my way to the kitchen because if I’m being honest I didn’t expect I’d feel almost flustered around him. And because of that I avoided him to not embarrass myself. I knew he was married and I’d respect that, but I couldn’t help finding him handsome. He was and I couldn't control that. I’d manipulate myself into believing my attraction towards him was purely his fault to hide from the shame.
Finally the time came where I had absolutely nothing else to do in any other room in the house. Not even a speck of fuzz on the carpet. I kept my head down coming into the kitchen, reframing from any and all eye contact. I wiped the counters, vacuumed the floor, dusted and lastly scrubbed every surface from the floor to the cabinets.
I felt while on my knees scrubbing around the edges of the furniture, eyes on me. But each time I’d peer between my legs, Jims eyes were glued to his computer screen. I made out that I was probably just paranoid, and jittery with that need for affection.
But I wasn’t. Really every time I’d refocus myself to cleaning, Jim’s eye would glance from the screen to between my legs. In his mind, he imagined the feeling of my plump ass in his hands and the feeling of it rubbing against his lap. The thought alone made him painfully hard. His aching bulge pressed tightly against his jeans. And of course, my skin tight leggings fit perfectly around the shape of my pussy. The sight was so clear and perfect.
Being on my hands and knees scrubbing at the floor, Jim couldn’t look away as my hips, and ass moved in sync with the motion of my arm. Each scrub they jiggled and began providing an easier view as I bent my chest lower, and lower to the tile floor.
Jim grabbed at his bulge in his pants and had stopped worrying if I caught him staring. He was far too deep into the fantasy of ruining my little body to care. He swore under his breath and his hand tightened around his pulsing cock under his jeans. While I on the other hand hadn’t had a clue what was going on behind me.
Suddenly Jim stood from his chair and came up behind me. “I think you missed a spot… on the counter.” He stated with a tone I couldn’t identify.
“Sorry sir,” I quickly stood to my feet, still not looking him in the eye. “I’ll clean it.” I quickly, with my rag, walked to the granite countertop and began to scrub the surface. I could hear, and feel Jim slowly moving closer to me from behind.
“That’s good…” He purred, coming close behind me, his hips and boner rubbing against my butt. “Just like that.”
I froze. Jim’s hands laid onto my hips and his hard cock pressed against my pussy through my leggings.
“Don’t stop, just pretend I’m not here love” he leaned down with his hot breath on my neck. I continued to slowly stroke the counter with my damp rag. I felt panicked, and uneasy. But the feeling of him rubbing against my clit made me unbelievably wet.
“Mr Murphy…?” I whimpered, gripping the counter.
“Mhm?”
“What are you doing?” I asked with my voice shaky and unsure.
“You wouldn’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve touched such a young, beautiful body,” he whispered to me. “I need this. I need to touch you.” Completely avoiding my question.
My skin felt hot and my cheeks went red at his words. And suddenly his big rough hands tugged at my leggings, pulling them down my plump ass. I wanted to say something but all that came out was a muffled whine.
Jim quickly undid his belt from behind me. The sound made my whole body freeze in place.
“You want this baby?” His voice was low and lustful as he stroked his now bare cock against my clothed clit.
I squirmed in return to him, “mhm..” I moaned.
“Yeah?” His hand gripped firmly to my plushy hip. “Is that why you wanted this job? To be fucked like a little maid?”
I was speechless. By his sudden dominance and the power he held on me, and the way I’d do whatever he told me scared me.
Jim, with one easy movement, ripped my little pink panties down my legs. I felt the cool breezy on my wet bare skin, and then his hot tip brushing between my slits. From behind me I could hear him groan at the sight. “Such a pretty little pussy,” He squeezed my soft thighs and spread them to look closely at my needy hole. “Good girl…”
Without a warning Jim began to push his throbbing cock into me. The deeper he went, the more he groaned, “mm, oh you’re so tight…” His hips pressed against my butt.
I could feel his thick cock stretching my wet walls, and hitting deep in my cervix. I gripped the countertop and my eyes rolled up while he began to slowly thrust himself into me. “Oh that’s good…” He moaned and his speed, and force grew pleasurably hard. My little body being fucked senselessly against his countertop, legs shaking and moaning far too loudly for my liking. I tried to bite my lip holding my sounds back, but each time I did Jim would slap my ass forcing me to whimper and moan at his command.
The sweet sound of moans, and wet skin slapping filled the room. My pleasure made me almost scream as he forcefully beat me with his cock. And the way he’d slap my ass made my pussy drip and tighten around him.
“Fuck…” He squeezed my ass pounding me forcefully, “You feel so much better than my wife… god you're just so sexy.” He groaned with an assertive tone. “You like that? You want my cock?”
“Mhm” I moaned with my eyes rolling into my head. I felt so close with the force of him hitting every good spot. I squeezed against him trying to hold back, but the pulsing and wetness caught his attention.
“Cum for me.” He demanded and landed a hard slap on my ass. “Cum on my cock.”
With the way his voice sounded, my legs shook and my pussy fluttered and pulsed against his cock. My sweet fluids dripped down my leg and soaked his length. I moaned so loudly he finally held his hand over my mouth muffling my orgasm.
I stood there barely able to keep myself up while he finished beating my insides. I couldn’t stay quiet as I continuously came until he pulled out. And when he did he stroked his cock eagerly, his cum spitting all over my clit and aching hole. It was hot, and thick. And before I could do anything he yanked my panties up, trapping his hot cum on my pussy.
I felt sticky and sensitive, and Jim quickly lifted his pants. He grabbed me and pulled my back against his chest. “You’re such a good girl,” he purred. “I want you back here next week. And I’ll show you something that’ll need cleaning.”
I left his house and he paid me $200 cash. I felt like a prostitute in a way, but also real happy that I could finally take myself out to dinner and have something to look back to when I’d get into bed tonight.
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cillians-sweetheart · 6 months ago
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Guys I am being HATED on on Wattpad for the ending of Persecutory 😭😭 do you guys hate it too or…
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cillians-sweetheart · 6 months ago
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Lenny is so daddy…
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cillians-sweetheart · 6 months ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/cillians-sweetheart/772157725448847360/whos-got-fic-ideas-i-got-writers
Maybe Cills with a younger reader (25-35 ish?) and they actually decided not to have more children but she gets accidentally pregnant? But of angst but ends with fluff? Sorry very basic 😭
Not basic! Love it!! 😋 And I hope you love it too!
A Miracle Arrival - Cillian Murphy
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Cillian Murphy(36) x Wife!Reader(25)
Plot: After a date night, Y/N and Cillian put the kids to bed and have some well needed alone time that ends in an unexpected surprise.
Content: kissing, slight sexual content, speak of menstruation, marriage, kids, pregnancy, emotional melt down (f), fluff
During our four years of marriage, people would expect that after a few months, our desires towards each other would just disappear and we wouldn't crave to touch each other day to day. But that wasn’t the case. In a marriage between two heavily passionate lovers meant that our love from our wedding day to today, never changed. Not even fading in the slightest.
Already at age 25, I’ve had 2 beautiful children. The perfect duo of an older daughter (Georgia), and younger son (Christian), ages three and one. Our daughter, now being able to speak full sentences, has begun to develop Cillians accent. But it wasn't surprising as she always took after him, and loved him more than me. And my son is the opposite, a mini me with his looks and attitude.
We decided after having Christian that we were done for children. Having two toddlers was difficult but also I couldn't picture myself going through labour ever again. Two was enough.
On a Friday evening, Cillians mother came by the house to watch the children for a few hours and put them to bed while he and I went out. We learned that monthly dates help keep the spark in our relationship. It wasn’t that we didn’t feel anything towards each other anymore, we just feared that someday that spark would be gone.
“So… I was thinking that after dinner, we would send mom home and just lay low in the bedroom for the night. Yeah?” Cillian offered, holding his glass of wine in his hand. .
“Yes,” I answered, reading through the menu. “I don’t really have the energy for anything fancy. Laying in bed sounds perfect.”
And that’s what we did. At first.
When we got home his mother sat in the living room reading a book, but left shortly after as we were now home. The house was silent and the kids were asleep. We didn’t waste a single moment to finally be lazy after both of our long days.
We changed into comfortable clothes, and cuddled closely beneath the warm duvet. The tv played a show we hadn’t paid attention to and the tension between us grew hotter with each passing moment. And once our single kiss became sloppy and never-ending, the tv came off. As with our clothes.
It all happened so quickly. In just seconds he was above me kissing roughly at my neck, and my legs tightly wrapped around his hips. We didn’t think about anything in the moment, nothing but wanting more from each other's bodies. The pleasure filling both of us made it almost impossible to stay quiet. I had to bite back moans, hiding in his muscular shoulder.
After the hour which felt of 20 minutes, we both fell weak side by side. I didn’t think of anything but just being ready to go to sleep in the arms of the man I loved.
A month went by and life carried on -as usual- I was ‘delightfully’ greeted by an absence of my period. Normally I wouldn’t care, but I’m a week overdue. My heart sank at the possible reason why I was like this. Why I was late, nauseated, and really hungry.
While Cillian was off at work I stopped by the drug store and to the aisle I really didn’t want to be in. With rows and rows of pregnancy tests. I looked over my shoulders and quickly scanned over the several options of tests. I picked the cheapest one to not cause suspicion on Cillian and I’s shared credit card. If it had to come to it, I’d say I bought the kids some candy.
I waited anxiously for the remainder of the day. I was terrified to take that test, but also itching to get an answer. If I were pregnant, I’d need to plan what was going to happen, and if I wasn’t I could’ve been rattled for nothing. So I took the test.
I hid myself in Cillian and I’s bathroom while he made supper for the kids. The test shook from my shaky hands as my eyes squeezed shut waiting for it to be done. And after two minutes, I flipped the little plastic stick towards me. two bright red lines.
My mind went blank. I was in shock, and felt nothing. Until a minute after the fear kicked in and I cried and puked the way I did when pregnant with Christian. All those memories of my fat, stretched skin, and agonzing contractions, came back to me like a bullet to the skull. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t afford another child, nor could my body. How would I ever tell Cillian…
It wasn’t until 5 minutes later I was able to clear my tears. Quickly, I coated my face in concealer to hide the redness to not cause worry to Cillian or our children. I put on an awkward grin and entered the kitchen to where Cillian had been spoon feeding our youngest, and Georgia putting her food everywheres it wasn't supposed to.
“Hey,” He turned his head towards me, standing straight from kneeling on the floor. “You alright?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
“Yeah I just needed to use the bathroom.” I walked past him with a napkin and wiped our daughter's messy face.
Cillian didn’t take any suspicion, and continued to feed Christian and clean the kitchen. He was always so good with them. Like he could have hundreds and do perfectly fine. But there was no way I was having a third child. Because it was me that would actually birth them, not him.
After supper with the kids tucked into bed, Cillian and I sat closely on the couch in the living room watching the Tv. My legs laid over his lap and my head rested against his shoulder. His gentle hand lightly stroked my thigh. I began to remember all those feelings from earlier. The fear, the angst, the pain. Tightness grew in my chest and my face turned cold. I was frozen in my spot. Tears welding in my eyes.
My breath being held and my slight shaking caught Cillian’s attention from the Tv. Taking the remote in his hand, he turned the Tv off and turned his face down to mine.”Y/N? Baby.” He took my cheek in his hand and turned me to look at him. “What’s going on?” His voice held concern but tenderness. His thumb lightly rubbing my cheek.
“I um…” I froze up, looking down with a single tear falling from my right eye. I debated in my head with other answers besides the truth to tell him. I dreaded telling him such a thing.
“What love?” His face leaned down closer to mine with sympathy in his eyes.
“I- I’m pregnant.” My eyes fell down to my lap with shame. It became silent for a moment. An unbreakable tension grew heavy between us.
“Are you- Really?” I nodded with another tear rolling down my cheek. “Oh sweetheart.” Cillian pulled me into his chest, holding me while I broke down into the same emotional state I was when pregnant with Georgia and Christian.
Cillian lightly rubbed my belly while his other hand stroked my back.
“I don't know what to do.” I sniffled and choked on my tears. “I can’t do this… I’m already a crap mom, I- I can't have another one!” I said with irritation mostly towards myself.
“No you’re not love.” Cillian cooed, kissing the top of my head.
“But,” I mumbled. “You do so much for them… while I hide in the bathroom.”
He took my face in my hands looking seriously into my eyes. “A real mother is one who is not afraid to have her own space.”
I looked back at Cillian with adoration and nodded at his words. “I just… my body can’t go through this again.”
“Is it your body, or your mind?”
“I don’t even know anymore…”
“Well, I want you to do whatever it is that feels right. Okay?”
“Mhm,” I nodded. “But if I did somehow want to have another… would you mind?” My watery eyes glared up to his.
“Not at all love, I love our children and would love just as many more.” He grinned the same grin that made me fall in love with him for the first time. I felt the warmth and tenderness in his voice. “Do you want another?”
“Well I don’t want to get rid of this one…” I lightly rubbed my lower belly. Cillian’s hand held over top of mine.
“We don’t have to then. I’d be more than happy for another baby.” He kissed my forehead. “If there was anyway they’d turn out like our already beautiful children, then how could I say no.”
I looked up with a warm smile at him. “Oh I love you…” I said lovingly touching his cheek with my hand.
“I love you too my love.”
And nine months later with Cillian at my side, I was handed the most precious baby girl who held my every feature. My twin. She cooed lightly and her eyes twinkled open for the first time in the light. And when those little eyes fully opened, they melted with love seeing my face.
She was so perfect, an angel little girl. And everyday since the day she was born, I thanked Cillian for being the loving husband he is and teaching me to listen to my heart. Because if I hadn’t that day I wouldn’t have had this sweet girl who I later named Mila. My miracle sent from heaven.
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cillians-sweetheart · 6 months ago
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you are so right, ivan from aloft is so underrated! i can never find any fics of him, would you be interested in writing? cause if you did i would love to read it, your fics are amazing!!
Yesss I will! I do have some other fics I need to finish and post but for sure I will write one 😋
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