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Enemies with Benefits

Part 2

Part 1 here

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When she didn’t see any of them for the next three nights, Y/N was hopeful that their previous encounter would be their only one, and that she’d not have to deal with any of the Shelby men again. She’d gotten word before they’d ever entered her club that they had just purchased the only place left besides hers in the city that hadn’t yet come into Shelby ownership, and due to the reputation these guys had built for themselves, she knew she should’ve been prepared for an ambush.

The Shelby family was influential, greedy, and full of men who thought that money meant control, even though they already had more money than God. The simple fact was, they didn’t need her place to maintain their wealth. They hadn’t needed the last four places they’d purchased. They simply wanted to own everything for the sake of owning everything. Well, fuck that.

After arriving at work that night, Y/N headed out into the club with one of her managers, Elise, who was briefing her on how things had been going that night so far. They were down a bartender, and Y/N prepared to get behind the bar to help them get caught up when Elise gave her a final update.

“Oh, and there’s a guy at the bar who asked for you. He’s been here about an hour, waiting for you.”

“Huh?” Y/N squinted as she looked up from her phone. “What guy?”

“That one,” Elise said, pointing out in front of them.

Turning her head, Y/N followed Elise’s finger, and her stomach flipped as her eyes landed on who she was pointing to.

Sitting at the far end of the bar, a tumbler in one hand and a cellphone in the other, was Tommy Shelby. As if on cue, as soon as Y/N’s gaze landed on him, he looked up, and their eyes locked from across the room. A smile slowly appeared on Tommy’s face as he looked at her, but Y/N knew her own expression was not quite as friendly as she finished processing the fact that he was there.

“Who is he? Are you dating him?” Elise asked as Y/N turned back to her. “He’s hot.”

“He’s also a pompous prick,” Y/N replied. “True to Shelby reputation.”

“He’s a Shelby?” Elise asked, raising her eyebrows. “Wait, are you selling this place? Is that why he’s here?”

Y/N looked at Elise.

“No, I’m not selling this place – you know I’d never do that.”

“I heard how they bought out the other place uptown,” said Elise. “Now we’re the last club they don’t own.”

“Yeah,” Y/N replied. “And it’s going to stay that way. Now do me a favor and don’t tell anyone else who he is. I don’t want everyone freaking out thinking I’m selling this place or that their jobs are on the line. Just keep it quiet, and if he asks you anything about this place, don’t answer him, ok?”

“Ok,” Elise replied with a nod. Then she and Y/N parted ways, and Y/N was left to figure out how quickly she could get Tommy Shelby out of here.

Of course he’d come back. She’d been dealing with men like this the entire 8 years she’d owned this place, and they never gave up after the first try. She’d been silly to hope that she wouldn’t see any of them again, and as she headed behind the bar, she decided to put an end to this before he wasted any more of her time.

Their eyes locked again, and Tommy enjoyed the visual of her as Y/N walked towards him, his arrogant smile still present as she approached. Stopping in front of him, Y/N rested her forearms on the bar top as Tommy slipped his phone back in his jacket pocket.

“I told you already, I’m not selling this place. So you can skip whatever pitch or new angle you thought you’d try tonight and just head on home.”

“Hello to you, too,” Tommy replied, still smiling. “Do you greet all your patrons this way? I don’t know that everyone would find it as amusing as I do.”

Y/N glared at him.

“You’re wasting my time,” she said.

“You approached me, love. I’m simply here for a drink,” Tommy replied.

She glared again.

“Why not pay a visit to literally any other club in town? As the owner, you’ll get your drink for free.”

“And miss the opportunity for sparkling conversation with you? Not worth it.” Tommy took a sip from his glass and then looked at her again. “You look sexy as hell, by the way.”

Y/N scoffed in offended disbelief. The absolute nerve and arrogance of this guy was intolerable.

Still looking at her, Tommy lifted his glass again, but before it made it to his lips, Y/N reached out and grabbed it out of his hand, dumping the contents into the sink next to her behind the bar and then setting the glass back down.

“Oh, look at that, drink’s all gone,” she said with feigned remorse. “Time for you to be on your way, Mr. Shelby.”

God damn, she was a pistol. And Tommy fucking loved it. He made a face of amused indifference and then spoke.

“Nah, think I’ll stick around anyway. You’ve made me feel so welcome that I couldn’t possibly leave now and risk offending you.”

“You offended me the minute you walked in the door,” Y/N replied.

“I told you, love, I’m just here for a drink. No ulterior motives on the agenda tonight.”

Before she could respond, one of the bartenders called to Y/N, and she looked over her shoulder and told them she’d be right there. Turning back to Tommy, she narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t keep my staff from helping the customers who actually matter,” she said to him.

Tommy smirked as she stepped away, and after several minutes of watching her, he noticed some of the tension on her fade away as she began working alongside her bartenders, taking orders and making drinks for the countless patrons that approached the bar.

It was the real reason he’d come here tonight – to assess her. He knew how successful this place was, and he was intrigued to see exactly how Y/N ran this place that made it so. As he watched her from his seat, it quickly became apparent that she was not an owner who played the owner card.

She dove right in with her employees, picking up the slack wherever it was needed while still managing her staff and taking care of patrons. She knew how to make a drink, how to handle a rowdy customer, and how to keep everyone happy. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, and she was a hell of a multitasker. This was the knowledge Tommy had come here for tonight, and he was pleased to learn that her work ethic fit right in with his plan.

Although he hadn’t said a word since she’d walked away from him, Y/N found it impossible to forget that Tommy Shelby was still sitting at the end of her bar. She could feel him watching her, and she refused to meet his eyes any time she had to be down by his end of the bar. She didn’t believe for a second that he wasn’t there because he was still after this place, and she just hoped that if she kept shooting him down and making this hard, he’d eventually give up.

After a while, Y/N got stuck towards where Tommy was seated as a large bachelorette party had gathered at that end of the bar and were demanding a plethora of mixed drinks and shots. Turning to reach for several glasses from the back-up supply under the sink, Y/N unintentionally looked at Tommy and saw that someone had refilled his drink at some point. As their eyes met, his glass was mid-air, and he winked at her over the rim as he took a sip. In spite of herself, she began to smile in amusement, but quickly caught it and turned back to the large group of ladies as she and one of her bartenders continued to fulfill their drink orders.

After they’d finally caught up and there was a moment of calm, Y/N began gathering up the mess of shot glasses, cocktail napkins, and toothpicks that the women had left behind.

“You’ve got quite the job description here, love,” Tommy said to her as she wiped off the counter. “Most owners don’t bother with actually helping their staff.”

“Yeah, well, I’m full of surprises,” Y/N replied, not looking at him.

“That’s the understatement of the century,” Tommy replied.

She looked up at him then, and when their eyes met, she once again almost smiled, but her attention shifted when one of her security guys walked past.

“Hey, Trevor, take this.” She then reached into her shirt and pulled out an ID card from her bra. Tommy’s eyes flashed to her chest, and he smiled to himself as he caught the briefest glimpse of the strapless lace inside her shirt. Y/N spoke again as she reached the card across the bar top.

“Tell Marcus that if he lets one more underage kid in here, he’s fired,” she said to Trevor. “That’s the third fake ID I’ve been handed this week.”

Further impressed, Tommy watched her as she gave another instruction to the guy before sending him off. So not only was she not afraid to get her hands dirty, but she also paid attention.

“Not too keen on letting the kids have some fun?” Tommy asked her.

She looked at him.

“Not when it jeopardizes my business,” she replied seriously. “It only takes one underage kid getting drunk and smashing into a telephone pole to get this whole place shut down.”

Tommy nodded, then pulled a cigarette out of the pack he’d set on the bar top.

“You know smoking kills you, right?” Y/N said to him.

“I would think that’s what you want, eh?” he replied with a smile.

Finally, Y/N allowed herself to smile back.

“Well, yes, but I’d imagined much more interesting ways for you to go than that.”

Tommy chuckled, and once again, Y/N was temporarily distracted by his gorgeous smile.

“Speaking of going, I’m afraid I’ve got to head out,” Tommy said to her.

Clicking her tongue, Y/N cocked her head.

“Darn,” she replied sarcastically.

Smiling again, Tommy stood from his stool and buttoned his suit jacket, and when he looked at her again, their eyes met a final time.

“I’ll see you soon, love,” he said.

Then he turned and walked out, leaving Y/N wondering if his last sentence had been a promise or a threat.

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Enemies with Benefits

Part 1

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​“You realize I don’t give a shit who you are, right?”

​Staring down the three men who stood on the opposite side of the bar from her, Y/N cocked her head and served the one in the middle an arched eyebrow as she spoke.

​He smiled amusedly at her, but his grin was also full of self-assurance, and he grabbed the bottle of liquor out of her hand as she looked at him, taking a swig from it. After he’d finished, he placed it smugly back down on the bar top.

​“Well, you should give a shit, love. But maybe you didn’t hear me clearly the first time.” He paused for effect before saying his name again. “Arthur Shelby.”

​But instead of the look of intimidation or regret he expected to see wash over her face, the woman behind the bar continued to just stare back at him with her same unimpressed expression.

​“I heard you,” she replied, grabbing the bottle in front of them and placing it back behind the rail, “I just don’t care.”

​Arthur’s cocky smile faltered just slightly at her statement, and he cleared his throat as she looked back up at him. He briefly shifted his eyes to the side, seeing his brother in his peripheral as he moved the barstool that stood next to him and casually sat on the edge of it, pulling out his cigarettes.

​Sitting on a barstool, Tommy decided to humor Arthur a bit longer and let him think he was running this interaction. He continued to watch the exchange between his brother and the woman behind the bar, and he noted that, for all the frequent things Arthur was wrong about, he’d at least gotten it right when he’d told him that this woman was gorgeous. But Arthur had clearly misinterpreted her looks to mean that she was as easy to deal with as she was easy on the eyes.

​“Again, that’s the wrong attitude,” Arthur said, trying to maintain an aura of control. “My brothers and I own every other club in this city, and we can make you a very rich woman, so it’d be in your best interest to care.”

​Turning slightly to his right, Arthur indicated towards the younger man standing next to him.

​“This is John,” he said as an introduction.

​Y/N nearly rolled her eyes as the younger man looked back at her with the same cockiness as Arthur and gave her a wink. Arthur then gestured to his left.

​“And this is Tommy.”

​For the first time, Y/N finally looked at the man sitting on the edge of the barstool, and their eyes locked briefly before she gave him the same look of unimpressed judgement and then scoffed.

​“You go by ‘Tommy’?” she said to him with a mocking smirk. “What are you? Eight years old?”

​Keeping her eyes on Tommy, Y/N heard John unintentionally let out a short laugh at her remark, which he then tried to cover up by pretending to cough, looking slightly nervous. She could sense Arthur tense slightly in front of her, and as she waited for a response, it became clear that Tommy was actually the ringleader of this pompous little group, not Arthur.

But instead of saying anything, Tommy only continued to stare back at her, the intensity of his blue eyes unhindered by the cloud that passed in front of his face as he blew out the smoke from his cigarette. Offhandedly, she noted how sexy this man was, and it was a shame that she could already tell how much she was going to hate him, she thought to herself.

“Introductions aside, I think you should reconsider what we’re proposing, love,” Arthur resumed the conversation. “Along with the money, there are countless perks that come along with being associated with the Shelby’s. We’re a group that can make things happen for you.”

Turning her attention back to Arthur, Y/N leaned forward, resting her forearms on the bar as she looked at him.

“Arthur, honey, you seem to have a problem understanding me, and so I’ll say this one more time – slowly, and to all of you, in case your brothers here have the same hearing problem you do.”

She then turned her head to look at John, speaking slowly and raising her eyebrows in emphasis as she spoke.

“I don’t...”

She then turned to Arthur.

“...give a shit...”

Then to Tommy.

“...who you are.”

Upon finishing, Y/N stood back up, and the expression on Arthur and John’s faces nearly made her laugh as they stared back at her, not knowing what to say or do next. But when she once again looked at Tommy, she saw that his expression remained unfazed. The silent command he had over the group was emanating from him, and as his eyes held hers, his gaze seemed to be a contradictory mix of both condescension and respect.

As Arthur made to speak a final time, Tommy finally rose from the barstool, stubbing out his cigarette as he interjected before Arthur could say anything more.

“Alright, Arthur, I think you’ve said enough.” He straightened his suit jacket as he stood up, and Y/N unwillingly noted that the voice matched the man, deep and sexy.

“You and John may as well get the hell out of here,” Tommy continued as he looked at Arthur. “It appears you aren’t very convincing.”

Arthur looked both disappointed in himself and annoyed by Tommy, who then turned back to Y/N and held her eyes, not looking at Arthur as he spoke again.

“But Miss Y/L/N and I should have our own private little chat,” he said, his eyes boring into hers. “Something tells me I’ll have better luck getting her to listen.”

Without another word, Arthur reluctantly stepped back from the bar, looking slightly defeated but trying to maintain an air of confidence as he looked at Y/N one more time before turning around and walking away, John following behind him after winking at her again.

After they were out of sight, Tommy pulled the stool he’d been using closer to the bar and sat again, resting his arm on the bar top as he looked at Y/N. His eyes trailed over her upper half as she stood behind the bar, intentionally postponing speaking to him as she wiped down the counter and then spoke to the bartender who was working alongside her. Tommy watched as her hair brushed along her bare arms as she moved, her chest enticingly accentuated by the black sleeveless vest she was wearing, several necklaces hanging from her throat and dangling into the crevice of her cleavage. When she turned around to place several glasses on the back bar, his eyes immediately went to her ass, which could not have looked more inviting or squeezable than it did in the tight black pants she had on.

Turning and finally acknowledging him again, Y/N came to a stop in front of Tommy and placed her hands on the bar top, tapping her polished nails on the counter as she looked at him.

“I’ll stop you before you even begin, and let you know that you’re wasting both your and my time, Mr. Shelby. My club’s not for sale, neither do I have any interest whatsoever in hiring outside management. And while your...charming brothers seem to be unable to understand that, you strike me as someone who can process basic concepts.”

Finally showing a change in expression, Tommy smirked at her, and Y/N couldn’t help but think what a gorgeous smile he had. But she kept her own face neutral as she waited for him to respond.

“Arthur’s charm has easily won over several other women in your position before. Makes things a lot less complicated when there’s no need to negotiate. Can’t blame me for trying.”

Ugh, the arrogance, Y/N thought. This guy clearly wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted.

“Well, as you can see, I’m not so easily manipulated – or stupid,” she said. “And now that you’ve used him to size me up, you and I can have a grown-up conversation. But it will be brief, trust me.”

Tommy smiled again, incredibly entertained and finding her confident and no-bullshit attitude refreshingly appealing and sexy. In fact, if they’d crossed paths under different circumstances, he knew he would have already had her in his car with his hand on her thigh as he drove her back to his place.

“You haven’t even heard my offer yet,” Tommy said as they looked at each other. “Let’s not be too hasty, love.”

She cocked her eyebrow at him.

“That sweet talk might work back where you’re from,” Y/N said, “but here in the good old U. S. of A., women prefer to be spoken to without the bullshit.”

“Something tells me you’re not like other women,” Tommy countered, holding her eyes.

“That may be true,” Y/N replied, “but we all prefer the absence of condescension.”

Smiling again, Tommy leaned a bit closer, his eyes darting to her red lips before looking back up.

“Don’t you also prefer equal opportunity?” he asked her. “If you’re as smart of a businesswoman as you seem to be, then you understand the importance of considering all your options.”

She cocked her head and put her hands on her hips. Clearly, this guy didn’t hear the word “no” very often.

“Come on, love. How about you pour me and yourself a drink and we can talk about possibilities.”

“I don’t waste time on possibilities, Mr. Shelby. I focus on the here and now.”

“My friends call me Tommy,” he replied.

“We’re not friends,” she said.

He smiled again, shaking his head.

“One drink,” he pushed.

At that, Y/N turned her head, looking down at a dirty glass on the bar top that was half empty, the butt of a cigarette floating around in the abandoned brown liquid. Grabbing it, she slid it across the bar to Tommy, pushing it into his hand. Then she leaned forward towards him across the bar, stopping with only inches between them, and whispered in his ear.

“Have a good night, Mr. Shelby.”

Then she drew away and straightened herself, walking off and out of sight as Tommy looked after her.

Part 2

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Legitimately cannot believe I’m walking on the same Earth as this man

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MORE JON CRANE AND Y/N DOODLES PRETTY PLEASE

AS YOU WISH !! ( i promise this is my comeback arc, uni is actually dragging me on my ass but nothing can stop me frfr ) here's some extra dr. crane doodles <3 including a little needy crane thought ( kicking my feet ) warning that i haven't gotten to draw in a HOT MINUTE so he looks a little wonky. planning on refreshing my artstyle this wknd so i can get better content to you all ! xoxo

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something smutty with jonathan crane??

stole your car - jonathan crane x reader

hello anon, you asked and you shall receive hehe. i hope you like this one.

song: stole your car - charlotte lawrence

summary: your willing to do anything to get revenge on your ex-boyfriend - even if it's batshit crazy.

warnings: smut 18+ mdni!!, drugging, toxic relationship, gaslighting, reader is mentally unstable lol, p in v, choking, rough sex, facefucking, oral (m!receiving), spanking, spitting, it's just filthy lmao but they get their happy(ish?) ending don't worry

the sirens wailed off in the distance; a sound that signified a job well done on your part. the night was unruly - rain pouring down like the tears on your face when he left you, and the thunder and lighting were crashing down like your world when he told you he couldn't be deal with you anymore.

this is how you made me, you thought to yourself silently, as you watched the car combust into flames from the balcony of an old building in the middle of gotham. that'll show him.

you met jonathan when you were his patient - that's right, he used to be your therapist. ever since you laid eyes on him, you started to fall. hard. you were never really the crazy type - and certainly not the delusional type either, but jonathan knew exactly how to push all your buttons. he did have a phd in psychology, after all.

jonathan was no stranger to insanity - he was the scarecrow, but not many knew of the alter ego he possessed. you sure didn't, and you were clueless to what you were getting yourself into, but so was he.

the taste of his lips were your choice of drug, your fuel, what gave you life. the two of you started off your tumultuous and rocky relationship a little over two years ago. both of you were crazy about each other - unable to keep your hands off one another. slowly but surely, that lovesick craziness turned into actual craziness - bitter arguments, toxic behaviour, gaslighting, abuse - it was driving the both of you to new levels of insanity.

soon, the taste of lips started to make you sick.

after nearly two years of a being together, jonathan decided that he'd had enough. a part of him secretly loved that he was slowly breaking you down; driving you to the brink of insanity, but another part of him hated it. that gorgeous face of yours never failed to make his heart race, but what lied beneath was something that made even the master of fear himself, fearful.

"you're lucky your pretty, you know?" he spat, voice dripping with venom, "it's too bad that inside that pretty little head of yours - you're fucking deranged."

this was the final straw for jonathan. the two of you were having an argument again, and of course, he was the one to start it. he hadn't come home from work when he said he would, and it was almost an hour past 5, which is when he normally returned. understandably, you got worried and decided to fire off some...passionate texts.

you didn't mean to come off as harsh - you were just worried about him, but he didn't take to it too kindly. his loss.

"did you seriously think sending me pictures of you pouring bleach all over my expensive suits would make me want to come home?!" he exasperated, his gaze remaining cold. "and not only that, but you fucking shredded up every other piece of clothing i own, smashed my laptop, and broke every god damn dish in the house - and for what?" he looked exhausted, staring at the broken glass that littered the floor of the apartment.

you looked at him teary-eyed with a pout on your face, "i'm sorry, jonny, i just love you-"

"i love you too, but fuck-" he snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "i just can't do this anymore, babydoll. i can't." he tells you softly, still using the pet name he always used for you. the look on his face told you everything his words failed to.

"w-what?" you ask, stepping towards him, in which he just stayed still, sighing at the mess around the two of you. "but..."

"i'm sorry, babydoll. i am." he tells you, reaching out hesitantly to hold onto your small hands with a gentle touch, "i don't think i'm good for you - don't think i ever was."

and that's how dr. jonathan crane ended things with you last week - but you were determined that this wasn't the end. you weren't one to back down, that's for sure.

now, you weren't entirely to blame here. actually, you weren't to blame at all. as crazy as jonathan liked to paint you out to be, this truly only started because of him. when the two of you met, you were a different girl; a sweet girl. you had a few boyfriends, never long term, but a few. your previous relationships weren't rocky at all, in fact, they were tame - very tame.

throughout the course of the almost two years that you and jonathan spent together, he was slowly dosing you more and more over time with his fear toxin. now, you thought you were going crazy, but he wasn't going to tell you that he was secretly drugging you - no, don't be silly. instead, he gaslit you into believing that you really were going crazy.

it started with just a drop or two in your juice, or even in your food sometimes - then it escalated to something more, it always did with jonathan. slowly but surely, he would up the dose to three, maybe four...five...six drops, and so on.

the side effects of the toxin being ingested were different to what his fear toxin would do when it was sprayed in a gas form onto his victim. the effects were...gradual. they would sneak up on you when you least suspected it.

it started off innocent - you would see shadows in your peripheral, dark, lanky shadows; they slowly turned into figures. dark, shadowy figures that would linger around. then, the audio hallucinations kicked in. voices, whispers, screams - he was slowly tipping you over the edge.

at this point, you couldn't stop him. you weren't even aware.

sighing, you snap yourself back into reality - enough already with the past. the combustion of flames ripping through jonathans brand new benz made you smile with pure glee. he knew he was a target, you smirk to yourself.

and so you stood there, on the balcony of that old building, in your sleep slip, black and lacy, listening to the sirens sound off. thankfully, the balcony had some sort of covering on it, so it prevented you from getting soaked from the rain. "always looking so beautiful - even when committing the most disgusting acts," jonathan would often say to you - perhaps he was right in that instance.

you were suddenly hyperaware of the sound of tires screeching below you, and you glanced down from the high balcony to see a blacked out car coming to a screeching halt, definitely burning the rubber tires, below you.

you couldn't see who got out of the car, as it was too dark out - the only light offered by the flames coming off your ex-boyfriends car in the distance of the twilight.

"so you're stealing cars now?" you hear a distorted voice come from behind you, and you whip your head around to see a man that you don't recognize - at least not yet.

you take a good look at this man who was dressed sharply, in a suit and tie, and what appeared to be some sort of sweater vest underneath. an ensemble you became all too familiar with. but the one thing you truly didn't recognize was the burlap mask on his face, tattered and a little eerie.

scarecrow.

you had seen this man on the gotham news quite regularly, the gotham pd was always trying to ease the publics nerves by saying they were working "diligently" to try and find the man behind the serial poisonings in the area - whatever that means.

"you're..." you trail off, the cold breeze nipping at your skin and blowing through your soft hair.

"i could kill you right now, you know." the distorted voice says to you in an eerie tone, but you just stare blankly at him. "it's like every time i think, 'she can't any fucking crazier,' you somehow do get crazier."

"yeah well, you're dumb enough to leave your car keys in your office out in the open. you don't see my car getting stolen and bursting into flames, do you?" you say casually, making him scoff. he was a little taken aback that you weren't too phased about him being the scarecrow, but given your track record - that wasn't too shocking.

"but why?" he asks, voice still distorted. you just shrug softly, "i wanted to get your attention."

"you don't have to steal my car and set it aflame to do that, you know." he says, blue eyes still holding a menacing gaze through the small eye holes in the burlap scarecrow mask.

"but i had enough of wanting your love when you never give it to me." you whine, causing him to scoff out a laugh.

"god, you're so fucked up." he tells you.

"you started it." you retaliate, causing him to become still.

"what are you, twelve?" he snaps, and you respond, still calm as ever.

"you're the one playing dress up, loser." you say gesturing to the mask, and you try your hardest not to giggle at your own joke. he just sighs before stepping towards you.

as you were about to mock him for yet another thing, he grabs you by the neck, pulling you towards him, causing you to choke - his grip a little too tight.

"feeling a little bold tonight i see," he says to you, voice seemingly not distorted anymore, "i can't lie, it does something to me - seeing how far you'll go for my love."

you struggle to breathe, unable to form a response. you just claw at the hand wrapped around your neck.

"oh, you poor thing," he coos mockingly, "it's okay, babydoll. you don't have to say it. i love you too."

and with that, he finally released your neck from his unwavering grip. you gasp and cough repeatedly, chest heaving as you try and catch your breath. before you even have a chance to do so, he drags you inside the old building, taking you off the balcony - taking you out of sight.

he tosses the mask into a random corner of the room, disregarding it as he looked at you with a cold stare. "get down on your fucking knees, darling."

you do as your told, sinking down to your knees - which felt cold against the icy, marble floor of the dimly lit room. he wasted no time undoing his belt, pulling his already hard cock out.

he softly taps it against your cheek, then your lips a few times, a smirk painted on his face. "don't you wanna show me how much you love me? i mean, you went through all the trouble, blowing up my car and all..."

you sigh, slowly taking him into your mouth, sucking him off like you have a thousand times before. he instantly groans at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth, and his hand snakes behind your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

as you were licking and sucking his cock teasingly, he wasn't having it. jonathan decided that, again, he'd had enough. without warning, he shoved his cock down your throat - setting a brutal pace. you felt yourself gag around his length, tears brimming your eyes as you stared up at him; your mouth stuffed with his cock.

the feeing already had you soaked, and you let him use your pretty mouth the way he pleased. finally, he pulled your mouth off his cock - and you were trying to catch your breath.

"stay on the fucking floor, babydoll." he says to you using a gentle tone despite the words that were coming out of his mouth. "you're such a whore, aren't you? but you're my whore, isn't that right?" he cooed mockingly.

"mm, y-yes. i'm.." you swallow nervously, "your whore."

"that's what i like to hear." he smirks, looking down at you. he kneels down to your level, and wastes no time getting you out of your heels and lace slip, pushing you down on the cold tile.

"face down, ass up, sweetheart." he says to you, tone still soft. hastily, you turn around and arch your back, sticking your ass out. the black lace of your panties wasn't covering much, and he cursed under his breath at the sight.

"fuck," he groaned, "look at that." he softly trails a finger down your clothed cunt - your panties fucking soaked.

you felt his leg between yours, pushing them further apart - and you whimpered. he just laughed softly, pulling your panties down - and you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your folds.

swiftly, he pushed his cock all the way in - giving you no time to adjust. you moaned at the feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt out, and he let out a shaky breath before he started to move slowly.

"j-jonathan..." you moaned, arching your back even more, "f-fuck, faster please."

"you're so desperate for my cock, aren't you babydoll?" he asks you, suddenly fucking you at a much faster pace, knocking the wind right out of you. "mmph! y-yeah, i-" you couldn't even find the words to finish what you were trying to say, the feeling of his cock pounding your pussy making your head spin.

"that's it, baby. gonna fuck you 'till you can't even think straight anymore, fuuuuuck-" he moans, and you could feel yourself just getting wetter and wetter at his words. "i'm gonna fuck you stupid. you want that?" he asks.

too fucked out to respond, you just whine and moan, begging incoherently, making him groan lowly with a breathy laugh. "mm, thought so."

as he continued to split you open on his cock, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "o-oh, i'm gonna cum, fuck- can i cum?" you beg between gasps and moans, and he pulls your head back by your hair, causing you to whine, still impaling you mercilessly with his cock.

"yeah? you wanna cum?" he snarls in your ear, making you dizzy.

"please, let me cum for you." you say back, out of breath and all fucked out.

he keeps your head held up, "y-yeah, cum on my cock, babydoll." he says, stammering slightly as he's getting out of breath from the brutal pace he set while he fucked you, his cock reaching places so deep you didn't know if you were going to be able to walk tomorrow morning.

his words had a way at winding you up - and with a few more deep thrusts you were covering his cock in your cum - and squirting all over the floor. jonathan took in a heavy breath at the sight, "fuck, did you just squirt?" he asks breathlessly, "i need to see this, shit-"

you whine at the feeling of emptiness as he pulls out for a moment, slamming you down on the hard, cold, marble tile as he flips you around so that you're in missionary. grabbing a hold of your hips, he thrusts his cock back into your abused cunt with ease, tip of his cock hitting your cervix deliciously - making you cry out.

"c'mon, put on a show for me, babydoll. you can give me one more, i know you can." he almost pleads you, and within seconds, you're screaming his name out again, the clear liquid pouring out of you for the second time tonight. "fuck!" he says loudly, hips staggering as he fills you with him cum, burying his cock as deep as he could.

after a few more slow thrusts, he stops - still buried deep inside, making sure your fucked out cunt takes every last drop of cum he has to give you.

with one hand, he brushes a strand of your hair out your face, looking at you with...love?

"i know you miss me like i miss you." he whispers, and you nod along. "yeah, i think it's o-obvious." you manage to whimper out, still breathless and dazed from squirting not once - but twice.

"be mine again, babydoll." he says, voice barely a whisper; so quiet you don't think you've heard him properly.

"what's the catch?" you respond calmly.

"...go to therapy." he deadpans, looking at you. "god knows you need it."

you take a moment to think about it, before pulling him into a soft kiss, which he gladly returns. "okay," you tell him, "under one condition."

that got his attention, and he looks at you. "yes, babydoll?" he asks, innocently.

"i need you to understand that the toxin you think i'm oblivious to you slipping into my food and drinks is not what's driving me to insanity," you softly say, causing his head to shoot up, looking at you incredulously as you continue to speak.

"it's you."

[cillmurphyslover]

When Bells Ring (Part VI)

“Dr. Crane, would you like to go out tonight? Like after our shift ends?” You grinned.

“I cannot. I've already made plans with..a friend,” He caressed his forehead. “I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s fine.” Your heart felt like it had been squeezed. What if he was seeing someone else? He said friend, but why did he hesitate?

“We can go out some other time.” 

You slapped your forehead as you entered the subway. You thought about Crane rejecting your invitation to hang out after work. It had been too long since you last asked out someone, even if it was just a casual thing. 

The subway was packed with: Students, elders, and professionals. You took a seat while you read notes. The radio was tuned into the news channel. Breaking News: Police are on the lookout after an armed robbery and double homicide. The perpetrator seemingly left behind a Joker playing card. If you have any information, please call-. To you, it seemed as if there was a new psycho in Gotham. It seemed like this city was a hotspot for them. 

After an hour and fifteen minutes, you had finally arrived at your shoebox-sized apartment. As you entered, you sat on your beat-down couch. You were exhausted physically and mentally. You thought about your patients and about Dr. Crane. Your mind was on Dr. Crane. You thought about the way his chestnut hair framed his face. You clearly had developed feelings for him.

***

Jonathan sat in the darkness, which allowed him to remain unnoticed by the caped vigilante. He grinned as the vigilante approached him. Jonathan knew that his fear toxin was no match for his opponent. The toxic would cause more damage than a single punch. The vigilante grabbed him by his white collar. He smirked, "Hello, Batman! I've been waiting for you."

The vigilante dropped him and stumbled out. Jonathan knew that by now, Batman was being tormented by his greatest fears. It made him feel accomplished whenever his toxin worked the way he planned. It recently had been working in his favor quite frequently.

Jonathan's cellphone buzzed; It was Ra's Al Ghul. "Hello, this is Jonathan."

"Where the hell are you?" The villain calmly asked.

"I just finished giving Falcone's goons some toxins." He answered in an annoyed tone. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wanted to know when you plan on contaminating the water supply."

"Give me three days, and this city will be no more."

"Good. Everyone needs to perish." He hung up.

Everyone. Jonathan thought about Y/N. He knew it was foolish, but these days he appreciated her more. Crane found himself in her office more; Jonathan also wanted to be in her presence at all times. He would not have thought twice about destroying Gotham if it weren't for her. Al Ghul found him before Jonathan got to know her, so he had to keep his word even if it meant Y/N would die.

[cillmurphyslover]

When Bells Ring (Part IV)

Your hands were wrapped around Dr. Crane's neck as you leaned in. His glasses were nowhere in sight. His opalescent seemed to lure you in; his lips seemed like they were inviting you to kiss him. You brushed your hand in his tidy hair.

"Y/N, you're so intriguing." He grinned like a schoolboy. His crystalline eyes hypnotized you.

"Jonathan, I want you. I need you the way I need oxygen." You mumbled as you kissed his plump lips.

You woke up in cold sweat. You were shaken by your dream about your co-worker. You did not see Dr. Crane in that light; on the contrary, you considered him a great partner.

Your head was filled with thoughts about your dream. Thankfully, Dr. Crane was running late. You would have not been able to make eye contact without feeling embarrassed. You did find him attractive, but he is your colleague. Your smartest wittiest colleague at that.

A loud knock interrupted your train of thoughts. "You can come in!"

"I was in the area." The handsome millionaire playboy smirked as he let himself in.

"Mr. Wayne, what a surprise!" You stood and smiled. "Please make yourself comfortable."

Bruce took a seat in one of the chairs in front of your cluttered desk. His hair was well-groomed, and he looked put together. "What brings you here?"

"As I said, I was in the area." He said in a playful tone.

"Oh, so you were in the outskirts of the city?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Who doesn't want to visit the prettiest psychiatrist in Gotham?" He said as he looked into your eyes.

"I didn't know Rachel Dawes changed her profession." You smirked.

"How do you know about Rachel?"

"I saw the way you looked at her at your party."

"Are you jealous?" He intensely looked at you. He wanted to see your reaction.

"I hardly know you."

"Miss Y/L," He read the name tag on your coat. "That can change."

"You really want to get to know a worker from the madhouse?"

"Dr. Y/N?" Dr. Crane interrupted your moment with the playboy. Bruce absently looked at Dr. Crane. Dr. Crane glared at you and at the millionaire.

"Yes, Doctor?" You smiled at him, trying to break the tension.

"Dr. Karlsson wants you to help me evaluate a patient," He rolled his eyes. "Also, let me remind you how serious our work is." He looked at Bruce.

"I apologize for my carelessness." You looked down at the tiling. "Bruce, please take my contact card. My number is the first one on the bottom right."

"Thank you, Y/N." He said as he put your card into his suit's pocket. "Doctor, it was nice meeting you." He politely smiled as he exited your office.

Dr. Crane nodded his head. "Dr. Y/L, I'll see you in the examination room." He exited the office as well. Crane was intimidating when he got angry.

[cillmurphyslover]

When Bells Ring (Part III)

You caught yourself thinking about work as you stood in the corridor of the Wayne manor. You would fix your dress every five minutes. Your dress was lent to you by your friend. Your dress was a nude color with black lace detailing. Although the dress was attention-grabbing, the guests ignored your presence.

You and the guests were taken to the dining room. You tried to look around for your friend, but she was engaged in a conversation with some man. You took a seat at the far end of the table. After a while, you excused yourself, and you went to a nearby balcony for a smoke.

You lit my cigarette as you glanced at the scenery. Your head was filled with thoughts.

“Do you like what you see?” Your thoughts were interrupted by a masculine voice.

“It's very exquisite." You turned to the owner of the voice. It was the host himself.

“Do I know you?” Bruce Wayne gave you a mischievous smile. His hair was gelled back, which allowed you to get a good look at his face. He was rather handsome in person.

“Only if you visit Arkham often.” You joked.

“You work at Arkham?” His eyes were now glued to you.

“Yeah, I am a psychiatrist.”

“That is awesome,” He nodded. “What are you doing here? Not that I don’t want you here.”

“I am my friend’s plus one, but she ditched me.” You laughed.

“Typical and very cliche.” He grinned.

Bruce Wayne stood by your side throughout the entire night. You assumed due to his upbringing, he would be snobby and pompous. On the contrary, he was easygoing and witty. His reputation in the tabloids would not help your idea of him, but the man you met was different.

You sat in your office, uploading your notes to your computer. You had seen a single patient. He had been eager to see you; He was a genius who craved attention. He was sent to the asylum after being captured by Batman.

“Miss Y/N, how are you?” Crane asked as he entered the office.

“I am doing well.” You looked at Crane, who had invited himself in. “How are you, Mr. Crane?”

“I am swell.” He opened a book you had at your desk. “How was your night at the Wayne Manor? Were you able to catch a glimpse of the prince of Gotham?”

“The night was somewhat interesting. The manor is exquisite; It is way too elegant for me." You smiled as you recounted. “And yes, I saw Mr. Wayne.”

“I would assume a man like that would have a beautiful home.”

“Mr. Crane?” You asked. “Why are you here?”

He stayed silent but smiled as he said, “The day has been rather slow, and I wanted to speak to another intellect.”

“I forgot I was the brightest employee here.” You sarcastically replied.

“After myself, indeed.” He grinned. “Miss L/N, would you want to go out for lunch?”

“Oh, I actually made my own lunch.” You sheepishly replied. “However, I did make two. We never know when we’re going to stay late. You can have the extra one if you want.”

“What did you make?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, It’s a PBJ.”

“Like the school child sandwich?”

“Look, I woke up late and would have missed the train if I made something more elaborate.”

“Well, perhaps, you should stop partying so much.” He sarcastically remarked. “And yeah, give me your extra PBJ.”

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If you're curious as to what the dress looks like in my mind

[cillmurphyslover]

[cillmurphyslover]

any cillian murphy character with praise? thank you 💗💗

million dollar man - robert fischer x reader

hi anon! i hope i did your request justice - thank you for being my first request! i listened to million dollar man by lana del rey on repeat while writing this, hope you enjoy xoxo.

summary: robert takes you on vacation for your anniversary, and you give him a little late night fashion show in your beach home.

a/n: if you haven't already noticed all my fics are based off songs LMAO im gonna start linking the songs each fic is based off of kk thats all

warnings: 18+ minors dni!! smut, swearing, kissing, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, sexual content ahead lol

the west coast was breathtaking, the palm trees, warm weather, the beaches - all of it was beautiful.

robert had taken you on vacation to the west coast to celebrate your one-year anniversary together. he paid for it all, of course, and you were ever so grateful for it.

currently, the two of you were speeding down the coast at sunset in the cream coloured luxury convertible he had stored at one of the beach homes he owned down here. the wind was blowing through your hair, his hand was on your thigh, and to tie it all together - the sun was gleaming down on you as it set over the shore.

robert glanced at you while attempting to focus on driving down the coast, but he found himself getting distracted - your beauty was breathtaking, and tonight, you were the only thing he could find himself focusing on.

dating a man worth more than just millions was new to you - but you had adjusted to it just fine over the last year. robert spoiled you, this shouldn't come as a surprise, though.

constantly showering you in gifts; he would buy you designer bags, shoes, clothes, cars, and jewelry - anything you wanted, you could have. at least, that's what he always said.

he gave your thigh a little squeeze as he raced down the road, eventually pulling up the beach house- no, mansion - that he had owned down on the west coast. the home itself was breathtaking, an oceanfront property that screamed luxury. as the car came to a stop on the driveway, robert took your hand and gave it a small kiss. he got out of the car, swiftly coming to the passenger side and opening the door for you.

"come on, honey, i have something i want to show you." he said, helping you out of the car. a curious expression painted your face as he took your hand in his, leading you into the home.

as he opened the door for you - you gasped.

in the large foyer of the home, there were bouquets on bouquets of red roses everywhere - your favourite. amongst the beautiful floral arrangements, there were multiple boxes and bags all with gift wrapping or ribbons on them, from designer stores - goyard, chanel, louis vuitton - you name it.

"robert..." you say softly, looking over at him with your hand still in his, and he smiles at you proudly.

"i love you. happy anniversary." he says, wrapping his arms around you, and kissing you softly.

"i love you too." was all you managed to mumble against his lips - he spoiled you on a daily basis but this - this was something else; you'd never had a partner willingly give you this much for an anniversary before - but you also never dated a millionaire before. as you pulled away from the kiss, you look up at him with a doting expression, "how can i ever thank you for this, robbie? you're so good to me..."

he looks at you with love - and smirks, his voice dropping low.

"i still have one more thing for you upstairs, gorgeous." he whispers, hands snaking down to your ass - giving it a little squeeze.

you bite your lip and nod, as he gestures you to go up the stairs, following you. as you reach the master bedroom - you see even more roses littered all over, and a medium sized white box on the middle of the bed, adorned with a matching white bow, and little white card on the top.

you reached over to pick up the little memo, and it read:

happy anniversary, my angel. i adore you.

love, robert.

glancing down at the box - you read the label, it was from your favourite lingerie store, la perla.

carefully unwrapping the bow and opening the box, you peeked inside to see a gorgeous white italian lingerie set. you let out a shallow breath, and turned around to see him smirking slightly.

"i want to see my little angel dress the part," he says lowly, "why don't you go put that on and give me a little fashion show, hm? how's that sound, angel?"

you look up at him innocently, and bite your lip as you got lost in his icy gaze for a moment, "anything for you."

grabbing the contents in the box, you rush to the bathroom to go try it on for robert. closing the door behind you, you shed your dress and put on the lingerie - complete with a garter belt and straps. looking at yourself up and down in the mirror, you couldn't even lie - you felt so sexy.

the white set he got you was stunning, the white lace sat perfectly on your skin - and the little bow details on the set was the cherry on top. as you were about to step out from the bathroom, you slipped on the white heels that were in the box.

of course he wanted you to wear heels with it - he's just that extra. but hey, he paid god knows what for them, so...

as you opened the door, you found robert sitting on the edge of the bed, his tie visibly loosened now. as he heard the door to the bathroom open, he quickly looked over at you.

"my god," he breathed, "come here, pretty."

following his instructions you walked over to him, his gaze not once leaving your body; drinking your beauty in.

"c'mon, give me a little spin, honey." he coos, throwing pet names left and right at you. doing as you're told, you indeed give him a little spin, and he suddenly gets up, standing behind you.

"bend over the edge of the bed for me, honey." he softly tells you, and again - you do as your told, bending over the bed for him, your white lace panties leaving just about nothing to the imagination.

"god, your body is fucking lethal." he groans, pressing his hard bulge on your clothed cunt, making you moan in bliss at the feeling. "fuck, your moans are just as pretty as you are," he chokes, "my pretty girl."

"robbie..." you moan, and he quickly flips you around onto your back, pushing you onto the bed, making you slightly startled - but you giggle.

"love making you happy," he says, leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck, trailing down to your breasts, "i'd do anything for you, honey - anything. give you the world if i could, fuck."

his hands ghost over the lace and little bow adorning the bra, and the feeling makes you shiver. you were certain that you were already soaking through your panties, and you let out a whimper at the feeling.

he took his time with you - admiring you as if you were an art piece. eventually, he unclasped your bra, and he immediately took your nipple into his mouth. your hand went straight for his hair, and you started moaning breathlessly.

"fuck, robbie, baby." you say, out of breath, "please."

he didn't offer you a reply, instead, he just went straight to the other nipple, and teasingly nipped at it, all whilst snaking a hand down to your clothed cunt - fingers ghosting over your clit. the feeling made you moan and you needed him inside of you - now.

after giving a few more kisses to your breasts, he got on his stomach to lay between your legs, teasingly pulling your panties down and giving you absolutely no time to react before licking a stripe up your cunt.

"fuck." you moaned at the feeling, and you swore you felt him smile against you.

he ate you out as if he hadn't eaten for days - like a starved man. tongue licking every inch of your pussy, sucking your sensitive clit, as his name was falling from your lips like a mantra.

"god, you taste so good." he mumbled against your soaking cunt, and you felt your cheeks heat up at the praise, but he kept going, "pretty face, pretty tits, pretty pussy. you're the fantasy."

that got you moaning, begging - and you felt yourself get close.

"i-i'm, oh- i'm s-so close." you moaned, and he continued to dip his tongue into your hole all while sucking your clit - going back and forth between the two.

you felt that familiar sensation in your stomach, and you felt yourself tip over the edge - incoherently begging, whining and moaning his name over and over.

"you look so fucking pretty when you cum." he softly says, after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand - the sight making you dizzy. your slick on his now even pinker lips and chin, pupils blown out.

scrambling out of desperation, you helped him out of his white button down as he worked on undoing his belt.

"good girl, fuck-" he says as you help him out of his clothing, "you're so well behaved, aren't you pretty girl?"

you smile up at him, still dazed from the way he made you cum just a minute ago, and he pushes you back down on the bed as he stroked his now free cock.

he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, making you whine. "be good, baby." he warns - but it was gentle, just teasing.

you pout at him but that pout is wiped right off your face as you feel him sink into you, stretching your cunt out completely. you let out an almost pornographic moan, and your hands fly to his shoulders for some sort of support - something to grab onto.

"jesus- fuck, how do you get tighter every time i fuck you?" he groans, fucking into your cunt at a fast pace, making you whimper and moan.

"right there, oh my goddddd." you say, breathlessly, the feeling of cock stretching you out causing you to see stars.

"right there?" he coos, brushing a strand of your tousled hair out of your face, "right there, pretty?"

you just nod frantically, hands gripping his biceps and shoulders - unable to reply from the levels of pleasure he was bringing you in that moment, cock pounding into your tight cunt at a brutal pace.

he felt you tighten around his cock and let out a noise that was fucking filthy - his moans were something you swore you could listen to on repeat, all day, all the time.

"good girl, good fucking girl." he praised through a moan, and you just moaned his name over and over.

"robbie- ah, feels so good!" you whimper, feeling the knot in your stomach about to pop.

"you gonna cum pretty girl? be good for, shit-" he moans, "be good for me and cum." he says in a saccharine voice, his gaze never leaving you, causing you to blush - even though he almost always kept eye contact with you while he fucked you.

his words caused you to scream his name, and you made a mess all over his cock, cumming so hard you felt tears stream down your face.

"look at you-" he groans, feeling himself close to release, cock still pounding into your cunt at a ruthless speed, "so fucking beautiful when you cry. shit, baby, gonna fill you up. stuff you with my cum.”

you found yourself crying under him, tears of love; tears from overstimulation.

"p-please," you weakly say, voice a little raspy, "cum i-in me."

"fuck, i will, good girl..." he groans, shooting his load into your cunt with a moan.

he pulls you into a rough kiss, which you moan into as you felt his warm seed being stuffed into your cunt.

he pulls away after a moment, panting and out of breath - a small smile on his face. after a few beats of silence, he puts his hand on your cheek, cupping your face gently - lovingly.

"happy anniversary, pretty girl."

[cillmurphyslover]

espresso - jonathan crane x reader

summary: a meet cute that turns into domestic life with our beloved dr. crane.

warnings: swearing, slight implied age gap (reader is in her early 20's, jonathan is late 20's), fluff <3, ooc whoops dont hate me

a/n: this is like my first fic ever, so please be kind!! sorry for any mistakes about his character or anything like that, i'm a new cillian fan and i've only watched the first batman movie with him in it so again sorry if i made mistakes with his character lol <3 side note; this is heavily inspired by "espresso" by sabrina carpenter because I ADORE HER and im probably going to make more fics inspired by music or songs lol

as the rain continued to pour down from the sky onto the city of gotham, you sat in the bedroom of your apartment in your favourite pyjamas, phone in hand as you gushed to your friend about the encounter you had today.

"i swear, it was some meet cute situation straight out of a romance movie," you say over the phone, giggling, "holy shit, he was so cute though, but yeah - that's how he asked me out."

you were telling your friend about how earlier in the day, you so happened to bump into a very handsome stranger at your favourite coffee shop - well, technically, he bumped into you. as you were turning around to walk out of the coffee shop, iced coffee in hand, you suddenly gasped at the feeling of hot coffee spilling on your sundress.

"jesus, im sorry-" you heard a flustered voice say, and you quickly look up to find a handsome, tall, dark haired stranger, with eyes so blue you could still get lost in them through the glasses he was wearing. he was reaching over to grab napkins off the counter, and awkwardly tried to pat the coffee off your dress.

you laughed softly, and shook your head while taking the napkins from his grasp and tried to get the remnants of coffee off yourself, "mistakes happen," you softly assure the stranger while doing so.

after a few moments of fumbling around with napkins together, you tossed them aside into the trash, and he spoke to you again.

"i apologize, i've had quite the morning, and i was not looking where i was going, are you alright?" he asks, and you lock eyes again. god, he was actually gorgeous.

"i'm alright, it's okay," you assured him once more, "i get it, we all have days like that." you say softly, with a little smile, noticing his suit and tie.

he looks at you quietly for a moment, seemingly taking you in, before gently speaking again, "i'm sorry, i'm not usually this brash or forward by any means, but are you seeing anyone?"

you stare at him with surprise for a moment, before responding to him with a slight blush dusting your cheeks, "...no uh, i'm not, why? tryna ask me out on a date or something?" you quipped, suddenly feeling a little bold.

"i am, yeah. how about you give me your number and i'll take you out to dinner sometime this week?" he casually asks you, and you stared at him surprised again - this handsome stranger (who, by the way, just spilled coffee on you?!), was asking you out on a date...how could you say no?

"oh, um, yes, okay. yeah." you say, slightly flustered, as he pulls his phone out and gives it to you so that you could add in your contact information. after you gave him your number, you smiled softly at him as he spoke to you again.

"i'll text you, sound good?" he asks, casually again, which makes your heart leap for some reason, and all you could do was nod, as you made your way out of the coffee shop with your iced coffee.

and that's how you ended up on the phone with your friend gushing about the event that unfolded earlier on in your day.

"maybe he's the one." your friend teased, with a giggle.

"could you imagine?" you say back, laughing.

"and it was the worst hangover of my life." you joked, a glass of your favourite wine in hand as you looked at the man across the fancy restaurant table from you.

"i haven't been hungover since college." he laughed along with you, looking at you with a smile.

you we're on a date with the man who had spilled his coffee onto you, who you learned was jonathan crane; the chief psychiatrist at arkham asylum. you told him your name, and what you were currently majoring in. with the car he picked you up in and with the restaurant he took you to for the first date, you were already falling, quickly too. clearly, he had a taste for the finer things in life.

after a few more drinks, and good food, the two of you continued on talking as if you had known each other forever. then, the two of you headed out, and he drove you back home to your apartment. as he pulled up to your apartment complex, he parked his car and insisted that he walk you up to the front doors of the building. what a gentleman, you thought.

as you got to the front of the complex building, you turned around to thank him, and he smiled softly at you.

"yeah, of course,” he says with a pause and then he sighs, “god, you’re so beautiful.” he whispers softly, taking his hand, tracing your jawline and cupping your face softly, and before you knew it - you were leaning into his touch, and you felt his lips on yours.

"i can't stop thinking about you, i miss you." he sighs to you, over the phone.

jonathan was stuck working late again at arkham asylum, and yet he still he still made time to call you, just to hear your voice once more. the two of you had been dating for a few months now, and you'd never been with someone before who treated you with such love and adoration.

you stared at the vase of red roses on your table, which he brought to you weekly because he 'knows they're your favourite', as he always said, and you smiled to yourself softly.

"i miss you more." you said dreamily over the phone.

there was silence on his end for a moment, before he eventually sighed and spoke again, "you don't have class tomorrow, right?"

you smile to yourself again, knowing he usually followed this up by asking to see you or something along those lines, "...no."

"can i see you?"

your heart leaped at those four words you loved to hear, "yeah, of course. come over?"

again, he was silent for a moment - almost as if he was lost in thought. you didn't blame him, working late at an asylum was tiring. after a few moments, he still didn't say anything, and you spoke into your phone again, softly, "jon?"

"you should move in with me. i dunno, just a thought..." he trails off, suddenly speaking up again.

you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of actually living with him, moving in. "...why not?" you say, with a breathless laugh.

"let's discuss tomorrow, i'll drive to yours around noon, but i have to get back to work," he sighed, "i love you."

i love you, you could never get tired of hearing those words come out of his mouth, "okay, i love you too, jon. see you tomorrow."

and with that, you hung up - giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. jonathan was whipped for you; he was wrapped around your finger, and you loved it. you knew he was thinking of you and you only every night, every day, 24/7 really.

jonathan wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind as you cooked dinner in the kitchen.

"missed you at work today." he softly says, placing a soft kiss behind your ear, and a few more down your neck, making you giggle.

"my mind kept wandering to you during class today," you confess, feeling his arms stay put around you, "dinner should be ready in around 15 minutes."

"theres fresh roses on the table for you, darling. got them on my way home from work for you, appreciate you making dinner, you didn't have to." he tells you, kissing your cheek before unwrapping his arms from you, as he made his way out of the kitchen.

feeling content and loved, you sigh happily to yourself, finishing up your cooking. after dinner, the two of you sat cuddled up on the couch together, watching some show on netflix you were currently binging. as you stayed there, snuggled up in his arms, you felt him take a gentle hold of your hand, and his thumb brushed over the diamond ring on your finger.

oh right - the diamond engagement ring that he had proposed to you with just after your two-year anniversary. he had put in so much effort, taking you away for a weekend vacation, where he surprised you with a hotel room littered with rose petals and candles. he told you how much he loved you; how he just adored you and couldn't see himself living a life without you in it.

he gave you his heart, and you gave him yours. he knew after you found out about him being scarecrow, and you were actually okay with it, that he was going to make you mrs. crane.

it's funny, really, you didn't mean to find out, but jonathan was working suspiciously late for the last couple weeks, and your mind automatically went to the worst; an affair.

however, after doing some snooping around (you pulled a joe goldberg, obviously, and started following him around when he said he was at "work"), only to find out that he was in fact not having an affair, but just fear gassing people around gotham in what appeared to be a burlap scarecrow mask of some sort. phew!

a part of you knew that this was indeed fucked up, but i mean hey, he wasn't cheating, and he treated you so good, we all look past certain things for the people we love, right?

when he came home one night around 3 am, he found you waiting in the living room of your shared apartment, arms crossed and a pout on your pretty face.

"you scared me! i thought you were cheating on me. next time just tell me if your...doing whatever your doing with that toxin stuff you create at work." you exclaimed at him, looking cute as ever while doing so.

he was silent for a moment - shocked, actually. he didn't know what shocked him more, the fact that you thought he would ever betray you like that with another woman or that you didn't care about his secondary...job.

"...darling, i can't tell if your being satire or not." he says cautiously, taking a few steps closer to you on the couch.

"i'm really not." you roll your eyes, and huff.

jonathan was silent again, before laughing softly and shaking his head, coming over to wrap his arms around you, his voice low and gentle.

"i love you but-"

"i followed you." you say quickly, knowing that he was going to say something along the lines of 'but how did you find out?'

he gives you loving look, and smiles softly at you. he says nothing and instead, just pulls you into a deep kiss, in which you happily return.

"you're crazy, you know that?" he whispers against your lips, and you give him a look.

"and you're not?" you quip, and he's suddenly dragging you to your shared bedroom, hands all over your body.

"shhh." he whispers, peppering kisses all over your neck as he pushes you back on the bed.

looking at your husband with a doting expression, you sigh contently, iced coffee in hand. the both of you had the day off, and you both decided to start the day with a cute morning coffee date.

as he puts his cup of black coffee down, he takes your hand in his, and smiles softly at you.

"we should go on vacation again soon, i need a fucking break from work." he says, and you knew work had been exhausting him recently - no, not his actual job, he was talking about his other job, you know the one where he goes around terrorizing gotham.

"d'wanna go to mexico?" you ask, suggesting your favourite vacation spot, and he nods, holding your hands tighter.

"wherever you want to go, we'll go." he says gently, thumb brushing over your ring.

as you were about to say something back to him, his arm almost knocked his cup of coffee over.

"watch your arm - don't want espresso all over me again." you tease, smiling softly at your husband.

[cillmurphyslover]

There were many others.....

But it was different with her, in a special way. He wanted to live, dream and wake up together. They were one.

gif @thesoldiersminute @emotionalsupportshelby @bruxabaiit

So many people you can take to bed * So few you feel like waking up with* Who in the morning when goodbyes are said* You feel like waving to and smiling to, and then you wait to hear from them all day long

So many people just to live with*Have coffee in the morning, chat, dispute* To go on holiday, enjoy the seaside with*To share joys and sorrows, as you should*To be by their side... but not to love.

So few you can keep silence with* Who understand midsentence, from half a glance *Who are worth devoting year after year to* For whom you can endure any pain* Be willing to sacrifice your life at once...

As history repeats itself, the same goes on and on.* People meet easily and part with no regret... *No grief, whatsoever, no concern *Because there are so many you can take to bed* And so few you feel like waking up with.

(an excerpt from the poem by E. Asadov, translated by E. Mackenzie)

[cillmurphyslover]

[cillmurphyslover]

Rivals || Jonathan Crane x reader

Synopsis: You and Crane are both fighting for the asylum's new head of the psychologist department. Pairing: Jonathan Crane x reader / Jonathan Crane x psych! reader / Scarecrow x reader Warnings: SMUT +18, unprotected sex, p in v, rivalry Notes: RUSHED, there will be lots of grammatical errors. Click here to see the MAIN MASTERLIST Click here to see the CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST

Today is the important day of your career. The head medical chief will now announce who will be the head of the psychology department.

You were working for nearly 5 years in Gotham's asylum, Arkham Asylum. You've seen many patients; juveniles, sadists, serial killers, and other more. It wasn't easy at first but slowly, you got the hang of it, being able to adjust the unusual environment of the hospital.

You had barely any interaction with anyone else when you were an intern except for Jonathan Crane. He was your age, a fellow psychologist committed to helping Arkham Asylum's needy patients. Your relationship with Crane developed with shared experiences and shared loyalty, creating a firm connection during the psychological obstacles of the asylum.

The pressure between you and Crane was intense and serious considering there were just the two of you. You will both keep track of the number of patients you see each day, the number of consultations and interviews you do, and of course, the journey toward becoming the department head of psychology.

Now, the both of you standing in front of the head chief resident, waiting for him to announce the result.

Even though you appeared calm and collected on the outside, there was a stream of anxiousness running through you. Jonathan Crane was just as calm as you were, but in opposite to you, he was so confident and at relaxed that there was no trace of nervousness.

"Doctor Crane, Doctor (Y/n), I want to say that the both of you did a wonderful job here as Arkham's psychology resident. I saw both of your performance since your first day and I can see the massive progress that you guys done for the past 5 years," the head chief resident said, lowering down the papers that contained both of your performances and records.

"Thank you, chief." a smile was plastered on your face as you thanked the chief resident.

"You both did an excellent job. I hereby congratulate our new chief..," the chief resident slowly announced, making your heart flutter, a wave of anxiety rushed over your spine.

"Doctor Jonathan Crane,"

Your eyes widened. You looked at your workmate, his eyes glowing as he shook the hands of the chief resident, thanking him.

You were left cashing by the shock that went through you like a voltage, and your hopes were buried in a deep sense of disappointment. A dream set back in the face of unexpected defeat, the pain of longing for this desired position, grown throughout your time at Arkham, suddenly seemed to resonate down the corridors of your mind.

Jealousy was starting to spin all over you as you shook Crane's delicate hand, muttering a 'congratulations'. You left the office after, giving the both of them privacy as they started a new conversation about Crane's new responsibilities and duties to the hospital.

Your gloomy walk echoed through the asylum's corridors. You immediately walked to your office and harshly opened and closed the door.

"What the fuck!" you yelled loudly in frustration Your palms curled up together like a ball. "What the fuck do you mean that Jonathan got the position and not me?" slapping your wooden table harshly as you threw a big tantrum.

"Fuck you, Jonathan!"

Good thing that your office was soundproof so all the staffs and patients passing by won't hear a single sound of you bursting into frustration.

Your tantrum stopped when you heard a knock on your office's door. Assuming it was the head chief resident, you fixed your hair and your outside, composing yourself.

You opened the door with a smile but it was gone after you see who it was-- Jonathan Crane.

"What are you doing here, Crane?" you spitted, your arms folding each other on your chest.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"Fine," you groaned in annoyance, opening the door widely so he can enter your lightly-dimmed office.

He scanned your office, looking at the picture frames on the hanged shelf, books that were neatly stored beside your frames, and your Ph.D and awards that hanged over the white walls of the office.

"Now, what do you want, Crane?" you asked again, sitting in front of the wooden table, both arms still locked in your chest together, your eyes piercing through his.

"I just want to congratulate you for having the chance to compete for the position," he teased, a small grin plastered on his soft cheeks.

"Oh fuck off, Jonathan. Yeah, I got it, you got the position," you rolled your eyes, getting angry and annoyed every time Crane breathes.

"Won't you congratulate me, (Y/n)?" he asked, moving closer and closer to you, until your faces were only centimetres apart.

"Fuck no! Just go and flex your position to somebody else because I don't care about you,"

Your response made him chuckle. He took a deep breath as he adjusted his clear eyeglasses. "Mhm, I don't think so. You care about me. You have feelings for me, don't you?"

Your eyes grew wide at what he said. Was he aware that you like him? He's your rival, and you were beginning to feel something for him. He's a perfect man - well for you. He's good looking, smart, and works with you but you kept it as a secret, ashamed that you're in love with someone you compete with. His words caused you blushing leaving you speechless.

"I - What? Funny, Jonathan. I don't even like yo-"

"Not according to your journal here," he cut you off, he took a small brown notebook out of the pocket of his blazer, showing it you.

Then you realized what it was: it's your missing journal book. You remembered leaving it at your desk a week ago but after that, it just suddenly disappeared like that. You kept on finding it, you searched everywhere, your apartment, your bag, your office, your cabinets: none.

"Where'd you get that! Give it back!" you gasped, attempting to grab it from his hand but he sways his arm back further away.

"God look at this. You were imagining stuffs like this huh? Lusty images and scenarios of me," he teased, opening the journal and scanned the pages.

"Fuck you, Jonathan," you cursed.

"If that's what you want," he said before he crashed his lips to yours. Tasting every spot in your lips. You gasped at the sudden action but it was true, you fantasized about this.

You returned the passionate kiss, wrapping your arms over his neck and then his now messy hair, pushing your lips deeper to him.

His tongue traveled deeper into your tempting mouth, the passionate kiss becoming more messier and messier. His hand held tightly to your delicate body, pulling you closer him. Your lips softly moaned, each one begging for the kiss to get even hotter and more intense. You could feel the heat building as you both gave in to the burning desire that was dominating over. 

Crane's lips started to trail down on your neck, kissing the sweet and sensitive spots all over, earning a loud moan from you.

"You know, I fantasized about this too," he confessed, sucking your sweet spot that will likely leave a mark. Your back arched, your cunt getting more and more wet. "It's just that I don't write about it."

"Oh god, Jonathan," you moaned. His hands found your tight long sleeve shirt, unbuttoning it one by one. Crane tossed your shirt on the floor, continuing kissing you.

"Look at you. So fucking sexy," he said, your breasts now exposed after he unhook your bra only using two of his fingers.

Crane's trousers stretched out revealing his bulge and how he was hard already. In not much time at all, you unfastened his belt and took off his underwear, causing his hard cock to spring out, pre-cum leaking all over it.

"See what you did to me?"

"I need you, Jonathan," you begged, showing how wet you were when you removed your trousers. Your black panties were now stained with wetness.

He removed your panties with his soft hands before aligning his cock into your hole. "So wet for me, huh?" his tip teasing your wet and impatient hole as you moaned softly.

"Please.." you begged, getting more and more impatient.

He slowly entered you, earning a low grunt from him. Stretching your small hole as you took him.

"You're so tight, fuck," he cursed, starting his pace slow. His cock pushing in and out of your needy cunt, letting you a loud moan.

"Is this what you imagine me doing to you? Fucking you? Taking my cock?" he asked, his hands gripped your hips harshly as his pace fastened. A small dash of sweat was starting to form on his forehead as he grunt out loud from the sensation.

"Yes - oh god, Jonathan!" moaning, your eyes shut as you rolled your head back, taking him deeper and deeper. Allowing him to penetrate all the sensitive spots down there.

All you experienced was nothing but pleasure. You felt a rush feeling of thrill wash over you, seeing only sparkles. A huge mess was made as your skin flapped loudly, the table moved around, and some of your materials items fell off the table.

"Look at me while I'm fucking you, sweetheart." Crane hissed, harshly gripping your jaw to make you look at him.

His pace was immeasurable. The sound of his and your skin slapping together echoed inside the room as you let out a series of pornographic moans.

"Good thing your office is soundproofed," he laughed. "You don't want them to hear you moan while I fuck you, huh?"

Crane's right hand gripped your thighs, giving him support as he fucked you harshly.

In a short while, you felt your orgasm starting to form. Your legs trembling as you locked his back with it, allowing him to penetrate deeper at your sensitive spots.

His icy-like eyes met yours, mesmerizing him. His eyes. His mouth. His jaw line. Everything, admiring him.

"Jo - Jonathan, I'm close.." you breath shaking, feeling your orgasm coming near and nearer.

"Yeah? Come then, cum on my cock, love," his pace remained fast. His grunts were getting louder and louder.

After a few more thrusts, your orgasm came and so did his, staining the inside of walls with his seed as he came inside. The both of you continuously let out a few grunts and moans while reaching your high.

He didn't pulled out until every drop of his cum pours inside of you. The both of you pant hard, your cunt clenching on his hard cock.

"I like you, Jonathan," you confessed.

"Oh sweetheart, you belong to me," he said, pulling out slowly before he kissed you again but this time he did it passionately.

"I'm still mad at you for getting my desired position," you admitted, glaring at his sweet features as he chuckled with your response.

"Well, I can request the chief to make 2 psychologist the heads of our department," he remarked. "But before that, let me.. enjoy what belongs to me."

[cillmurphyslover]

Trigger-happy | Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

prompt: idek how to summarize this other than gunplay with tommy loool (18+ MDNI !!!)

WARNINGS: gunplay (real sick shit i’m not playing), degradation, unprotected sex (p in v), orgasm denial (eeeehhh)

*not proofread*

the first thing you notice is the crisp and cold dead grass beneath your knees and calves, then the cool breeze blowing against your bare skin. as you crack your eyes open, you nervously scan your surroundings. it doesn’t take long for you to realize you’re bound in a very large vacant field.

the dress you had been wearing was cut messily, the uneven fabric barely covered the tops of your thighs, and your stockings had been removed too. you couldn’t check, but just judging by how you felt, you assumed you weren’t wearing any underwear either. with your arms and ankles tied, you couldn’t do much to try and cover yourself let alone warm yourself up.

from behind you, you hear footsteps, followed by the sound of a match being lit.

“i assume you’re coherent now.” you hear a familiar voice mutter behind you. that gravely, deep, sexy voice that you know all too well.

as expected, tommy shelby comes up from behind you and steps in front of you, towering over you as you look up at him with confusion. you’d heard of tommy through the grapevine, and you’d occasionally spot him out and about. he was so enticing. like a forbidden fruit, so delicious, so dangerous, you wanted it all.

but being here now and having no choice to submit to him was having your mind and body stirring. you’re partially terrified, and just the slightest bit turned on.

“why am i here?” you finally gather up the courage to speak. tommy leaves you with an uncomfortable silence as he places his cigarette between his lips while he retrieves something from within his pockets. seconds later, he flashes his gun at you.

your body tenses at the bleak shift in energy. was tommy shelby, the man you occasionally fantasized about, moments way from killing you?

“you know …” tommy briefly takes the cigarette out of his mouth while he rummages through his other pockets for bullets. right in front of you, he loads them in one by one. “i’ve heard quite some tales about you, how could a little thing like yourself cause such problems?”

what the fuck is he talking about? for the most part, you just kept to yourself. yes, you may have been involved in some dirty work here and there but come on, who isn’t?

“i don’t know what you mean tom-“ you attempt to start before tommy cuts you off.

“aht- sweetheart, you don’t get the privilege of saying my name. it’s sir.”

“… i don’t know what you mean, sir.” you correct, your tone becoming shaky as the weight of the situation has began to settle in. again, tommy doesn’t respond, leaving you with nothing but your own thoughts. tommy leeches off your nervous energy, it feeds into his superiority complex.

without saying a word, tommy aims the gun directly at your forehead, the icy metal barrel caused your heart to race faster.

“please.” you plead breathlessly, your entire life is playing out in front of your eyes, every single fuck up is looping inside your head.

by some force, an unfamiliar wave of confidence makes it way through you. maybe it’s the adrenaline mixed with some delusion, either way your actions begin to change.

“please.” you repeat, rising up to your knees as best you can with your ankles still bound. tommy keeps the gun in the same place and watches you attentively as you move around in front of him. the barrel of the gun now grazing your nose and lips.

“i’m sure we could …” you hum as you plant a kiss onto the barrel, testing the waters. “work something out, sir.”

through a chuckle, tommy asks “is this your plan? whore yourself out to try and save your life?”

“mmm …” you pretend to think for a moment, your kisses against the gun becoming more deliberate and sloppy. “i’ve always thought you were so handsome, sir. so big and bad.” you bat your lashes at him while teasingly licking the underside of the barrel.

quickly, tommy snags the gun away and shoots off into the field before quickly bringing the gun back down to where he had kept it before.

you can’t help but giggle, this entire situation is so tense— yet suddenly you cannot take it seriously for the life of you.

“wow …” you grin, kitten licking the barrel. “gives you a rush, huh?” you ask tommy. his jaw is clenched and he’s shifting his weight around in a way you’ve never seen him do before. tommy was normally so calculated, have you really thrown him off that much?

“do it.” you whisper, slowly taking the tip of the barrel into your mouth. his jaw goes slack, undoubtedly he’s imagining your lips around his member, licking and teasing him like you’re doing to his gun.

as you slowly blink, your lids becoming heavier as your body starts to get worked up, you take more of the barrel into your mouth. jesus, if any outsiders saw you mimicking fellatio on tommy shelby’s gun, along with tommy allowing you to do it, they’d likely be convinced that hell had frozen over.

tommy swallows, huffing loudly as he finds the right words to say.

“you’re disgusting.” tommy spat. your ego was bruised temporarily, until your eyes drifted down to his bulge, which ultimately revealed tommy’s true opinions on the matter.

“d’you get off on being disgusted, sir? because …” you signal to his cock as best you can without your arms being available, tommy scoffs as if him having an erection during a moment like this meant absolutely nothing.

“come on, just blow off some steam.” you purr as you muzzle the side of your head against the gun, “you’ve got a dirty, vulnerable girl right here in front of you. i couldn’t stop you even if i tried.”

finally, something snaps within tommy. with his free hand, he nudges your shoulder and pushes you down. you fall against the hard ground, and before you even have time to process that tommy is proceeding to flip you over onto your stomach.

then, you feel tommy’s big rough hand grab onto your hip. with ease, he lifts your hips up and forces you into a face-down-ass-up position. you turn your head to the side and whimper at the change, you had much less confidence in a state like this.

“i could blow your fuckin’ brains out …” tommy grumbles as he roughly whips up the bottom half of your very short dress, your back involuntarily arches at the brisk wind hitting your most private, and now sensitive areas. you can tell you’re wet, and tommy can too, cause he can see the wetness glistening off of you. “and all you’re thinking about is getting your holes filled?”

as you mewl back to him, you gasp when you feel the cold barrel make contact with your desperate core. he toys with your slick, watching how quickly your sticky arousal eagerly coats whatever it touches. he pushes the tip of the barrel inside, almost fucking you with his gun.

and as if things couldn’t get worse, his skilled thumb finds its way to your clit. he rubs it and groans when he sees you get wetter around his gun, a bit more of the barrel accidentally sliding inside of you due to your increase in arousal. this is sickening, tommy is getting you off with the weapon he uses to off whoever wrongs him.

tommy takes the gun and his thumb away from you, before you can protest you hear fabric rustling and the sound of a zipper being ripped down. you hold your breath with anticipation, until you feel tommy’s warm tip press against your opening.

“mmh-“ you moan, attempting to rock your hips back against him. you really didn’t need to though, because seconds later tommy shoved his full length inside of you. the sudden stretch and fullness made your mouth hang open with pleasure and pain.

tommy pulls his hips back before slamming them back in, immediately fucking you with a relentless pace. you felt like a cheap whore beneath him, like all he was thinking about was getting himself off. hell, he probably was thinking that, and that only made it hotter.

“such a fuckin’ whore… ‘n still so … shit … so tight.” tommy groans, tipping his head back while mumbling strings of curses under his breath.

“uh-huh … mmh—“ you gasp as tommy’s angles change, causing him to slam into that special spot inside you. “right there, right there—“ you ramble as your whole body pulses with pleasure. again, tommy’s not doing it to make you feel good, he just happened to tweak his angle. and if it just so happens to make you come on his cock, that’s just life he thinks to himself as he feels your arousal spill down onto his balls.

as your mind reels from tommy’s harsh pounding, you feel the barrel being pressed against the side of your head.

“maybe it would be better if i shot you like this.” he pants, laughing breathily to himself. “we could keep that pretty face of yours intact.”

your fate sat in his hands. he could kill you right then and there, you’d have zero say in it. it’s petrifying, and incredibly erotic.

you huff, “you think i’m pretty?”

tommy presses the gun against your head harder, “that’s the part you’re focused on? jesus … stupid fucking whore.”

your cunt clenches around him from his degradation, this wasn’t going to last long. the pace tommy has stuck with was not meant for longterm endurance, that’s why he chose it.

tommy let’s out a low purr at the sensation, “you really are disgusting … gripping my cock like that …” the last bit of his sentence had the slightest bit of praise hidden within it, you absolute ate up such a drastic bittersweet mixture.

his thrusts start to get janky, and his breathing is loud and laboured. much too soon for your liking, tommy pulls out and feverishly pumps himself, huffing harshly as he spills his load onto your ass and back.

you release a little whine. like, obviously the man who was sent to kill you isn’t going to sit there and make you come, but it was definitely nice while it lasted.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts as you feel tommy silently untying you. before long, your limbs are fully free.

tommy pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a generous inhale before speaking.

“if anyone asks, just say you broke out of your restraints before i got here.”

you raise your brow, challenging tommy in a way. “and what if i don’t? what if i say what actually happened?”

tommy laughs, slipping his gun back into his pocket.

“then i’ll find you and actually put a bullet between your eyes. how’s that sound, sweetheart?”

—

this was one of my before-bed imagine scenarios. sigh. i’m sorry god.