#Fischer Crane

[mydear-corinthian]

phone call

synopsis - tommy receives a phone call in the middle of having sex with his wife.

pairing - tommy shelby x reader / thomas shelby x reader

warnings - SMUT +18, rough sex, use of foul language, breeding kink, praising kink, creampie, just full of porn, unprotected sex, p in v

notes - short (w.c <850), gif and picture isn't mine, divider is mine

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His hands explored every inch of your sensitive body with a satisfying touch that sent shivers down your spine. There was an irresistible affection between the two of you that was endless. Your breath caught as his dominant, wild hip thrusts into yours, causing hectic, unrestrained moans with every thrust.

"Oh my God- yes, Thomas!"

As he pushed you farther into the mattress, his weight and heat surrounded you as you lay beneath him, your bodies linked. He drew closer as your legs coiled around his hips, stretching you in the most delicious way as he slid deeper with each thrust. Tommy started to breathe hard, his chest heaving as sweat collected on his forehead and trickled down to mix with the heat from your smooth skin. He met your gaze with lust and something deeper than that.

"Yes, baby.. fuck- you take me so well.. so fucking well," he praised on your ear as he rested his head on your neck, his deep thrusts not stopping.

The telephone on top of the nightstand beside your shared bed rang loudly. Your husband stopped, looking at the phone near him.

Who the fuck is calling at this hour?

Tommy picked the phone up, not leaving the bed.

"Thomas Shelby." he answered.

You expected him that he would draw away and stop, especially when the phone rang. He stopped and reached for it, and you felt upset. Tommy, though, chose to stay still and answered the phone with one hand while tightening his grip on your waist with the other and suddenly thrusting his hips forward once more.

His thrusts continued to shock you, causing your body to tense in surprise, but before you could respond, pleasure took over. His cock sank farther, each malicious movement finding that exact spot. You ended up speechless by both of his soothing phone voice and the way he caused your body to react to him.

"What ha-happened?" Tommy asked over the phone, his breathing heavily telling each question with a struggled and unsteady voice. He attempted to keep his composure, but the force of his motions made it almost impossible as his chest rose and fell quickly. As he tried to concentrate on the talk, you could feel his heart thumping against your body and his breath rapid and hot against your skin.

Tommy looked at you, a smirk painted on his face. With his free hand, his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples, brushing them and squeezing it.

"Tomm-" you covered your mouth immediately as you nearly moaned his name out loud, afraid of whoever is on the phone hearing that Tommy is fucking his wife at the moment.

"Yeah, I'll handle that tomorrow morning," his voice was deep making you feel wetter and wetter. A familiar feeling coiled down through your stomach.

"Tommy, I'm so close," you quietly moaned. Your fingers gripped the silk bedsheets tightly as you felt your high coming.

The room was filled with the constant sound of your bodies meeting, the heat between you growing with each slap of flesh on skin. Your thoughts were taken over by the intense pleasure that was shooting through your entire body as your eyelids fluttered closed, buried in a fog of ecstasy. You vaguely heard Tommy drop the phone somewhere in the distance, but it didn't really matter. The way he grabbed you closer and pounded your hips with such merciless pace that every thrust sent shivers of pleasure through your entire body was all that mattered. Heavy intakes of breath from him, merging with your groans as he pushed you both to the edge.

"Good girl, yes, yes.. Finish on my cock."

Tommy experienced the same closeness as your cock clenched all over it. With a deep moan, he raised your right leg to his shoulders. He treated you like the most precious gemstones that thieves like him could take. Tommy groaned and praised as his head rolled back.

"D'you want me to cum inside you? Breed you? Make you mine?"

"Yes, yes! Fill me up, sir! Please!"

His back was scratched by your nails, and in a few hours, scars will definitely begin to appear. You groaned, breasts bouncing and the bed creaking with every pound.

And then, after a few more thrusts, he smashed deep inside of you until he poured all of his seed into your abused and tight walls. It was warm and filled. Tommy groaned loudly and pleased, then rested his head on the side of your neck to inhale yourself. He waited until every last drop of his cum filled you before pulling out.

As soon as he pulled out, a mixture of his and your load leaked outside your throbbing pussy. Tommy got up, grabbing a box of tissue and cleaned the both of you up.

"Who was that?" you asked.

"Just the betting shop asking for me to check on something."

"You think they.. heard me?"

"I'm sure they did and I'm glad so that they know how much I fucking please my lovely wife." he chuckled before planting another kiss to your lips.

You gladly kissed him back but the kiss deepened and the both of you know what that means.

Another round.

[sylphrene]

my little tradition of drawing these goobers celebrating new year’s eve carries on

[corrupte3d-mindz]

Forever a Shelby

Thomas Shelby x Wife Reader

Summary: Thomas and you get married.

Wordcount: 4.2k

Warnings:

protective! Thomas, cocky! Thomas if you squint, kissing, lap sitting,

Thomas Shelby stood at the altar, the weight of his suit jacket pressing down on his broad shoulders. The church was grand, decorated with white lilies and gold ribbons, a stark contrast to the gritty streets of Birmingham that he knew so well.

Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the stone floor. The pews were filled with both Shelbys and Changrettas, two families whose histories were steeped in blood and rivalry. Today, however, was meant to be a day of unity, a truce symbolized by the marriage of Thomas Shelby and the daughter of his fiercest enemy, Luca Changretta. Arthur stood beside him, a rare softness in his eyes as he glanced back at the congregation. He reached out, patting Thomas on the shoulder, his grip firm but comforting. "Nervous, Tommy?"

Thomas turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in what could almost be considered a smile. "No, Arthur," he replied, his voice low and steady. "Nervous ain't in my nature." His accent, thick and rich, rolled off his tongue, a constant reminder of his roots.

Polly Gray sat in the front row, her dark eyes fixed on her nephew. There was a mixture of pride and apprehension in her gaze, a silent prayer for the future. Beside her, Michael leaned back, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed the gathering. Arthur's wife, Linda, looked on with a serene expression, her hand resting in her lap. John sat a few rows behind, bouncing his baby on his knee, his wife Esme smiling warmly at the scene. Ada, dressed in a striking blue dress, chatted animatedly with Finn, while Johnny Dogs and Isaiah exchanged hushed whispers, their eyes darting around the room. The tension in the air was palpable, a heady mix of anticipation and unease. Thomas felt it in his bones, the weight of expectations and the ghosts of the past pressing down on him. Marrying into the Changretta family was a strategic move, but it wasn’t a strategic move on his part, it was love. Yes, Thomas Shelby had fallen in love with a Changretta but the same could be said for her.

“Now, hush Arthur. She’ll be walking down that aisle any minute now,” Thomas murmured, his voice a low growl that carried an edge of authority. He straightened his posture, his gaze fixed on the ornate doors at the end of the aisle

Arthur looked at him again; “You sure you’re not nervous?” Thomas could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him, waiting for his reaction. He turned his head slightly, his gaze locking onto Arthur’s for a moment before he replied.

“I said I’m not fucking nervous, Arthur,” he said, his voice low and steady, laced with a thick Birmingham accent that carried an edge of impatience. To emphasize his point, he kicked Arthur in the back of his left knee, causing his brother to stumble briefly. Thomas chuckled, a rare, genuine sound that broke the tension momentarily. He could always count on Arthur to lighten the mood, even if unintentionally.

The sound of the organ began to fill the room, a deep, resonant melody that signaled the start of the ceremony. The guests fell silent, their attention shifting to the doors that were slowly opening. Thomas took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it, the moment that would seal their fate, for better or worse; who was he kidding? It was for better! As the doors opened fully, revealing her figure, Thomas felt a rush of emotions. She stood there, framed by the golden light that spilled in from the hallway, her silhouette ethereal and almost otherworldly. Her dress, a delicate creation of black lace and satin, hugged her form gracefully, the long train trailing behind her like a whisper. A veil covered her face, but even through the sheer fabric, Thomas could see the outline of her features, delicate and serene.

Her father, Luka Changretta, stood beside her, his expression a mask of pride and caution. The tension between the two men was palpable, a silent reminder of the bloody history that lay between their families. Thomas’s eyes never left her as she began her slow walk down the aisle. Each step she took seemed to echo in his mind, a steady rhythm that matched the beating of his heart. He could see the slight tremble in her hands, the way she clutched her bouquet of white roses a little too tightly. Despite the nerves, she moved with a grace and determination that he found both admirable and endearing.

Arthur leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper in Thomas’s ear. “She looks beautiful, Tommy.”

Thomas nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from her. “Aye, she does,” he replied, his voice softer now, filled with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel. In that moment, he felt a connection to her that went beyond their shared history, beyond the political and familial implications of their marriage. It was something deeper, a bond that he hoped would grow stronger with time. The sound of the organ began to fill the room, a deep, resonant melody that signaled the start of the ceremony. The guests fell silent, their attention shifting to the doors that were slowly opening. Thomas took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it, the moment that would seal their fate, for better or worse. But it was never worse, it saw always for better. As she reached the front of the aisle, Luka placed her hand in Thomas’s, a gesture heavy with significance. Their eyes met, while under the veil; a silent understanding passing between them, He lifted the delicate veil that covered her face, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding. This was not just a marriage of convenience or strategy; it was a commitment to each other, to the future they would build together.

Jeremiah stood before them, the priest's presence both comforting and solemn. His voice, deep and resonant, filled the chapel, echoing off the ancient walls. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together in holy matrimony Thomas Michael Shelby and _______ LaPaglia Changretta." His words carried the weight of history and expectation, binding not just two people, but two families with a fraught past.

Thomas's eyes flickered to the woman beside him. _______ LaPaglia Changretta. She was beautiful, her dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, her eyes a deep, enigmatic brown. Her dress was elegant, simple yet stunning, the black fabric contrasting sharply with her olive skin. She stood with a quiet grace, her expression serene, yet there was a fire in her eyes that spoke of strength and determination.

Jeremiah's voice cut through the silence. "Do you, Thomas Michael Shelby, take _______ LaPaglia Changretta to be your lawful wedded wife?" Thomas felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him. Every decision, every move he made was calculated, and this was no different. "I do," he said, his voice steady, firm. It was a commitment not just to her, but to the path he had chosen, the alliances he was forging.

He turned to her. "Do you, _______ LaPaglia Changretta, solemnly swear to love, honor, and obey till death do you part?" Her response was immediate, her voice clear and unwavering. "I do." There was a finality in those words, a binding promise that echoed through the chapel, sealing their fates together.

Jeremiah's proclamation was met with a collective breath, as if the entire room had been holding it in anticipation. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hung in the air, a declaration that felt both momentous and surreal. Thomas turned to his new wife, his expression unreadable. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that sealed their union. It was a kiss that spoke of duty and obligation, but beneath it all, there was a spark, a glimmer of something more. As they turned to face their families, the applause was polite, restrained. This was no ordinary wedding, and the people gathered here understood the gravity of the situation. Arthur left the alter and walk to the pew to join his family. Their expression a mix of approval and caution. Polly Gray, ever the matriarch, watched with a keen eye, her sharp mind assessing every nuance, every subtle shift in the room.

The Changrettas were less expressive, their faces a mask of formality. Luca Changretta's presence was a dark cloud, a reminder of the delicate balance they were trying to achieve. His eyes bore into Thomas, a silent challenge that promised future confrontation. Thomas took her hand as they walked down the aisle, the weight of expectation heavy on his shoulders. Every step was a reminder of the path he had chosen, he wouldn’t ever regret it; the future he was forging. The guests rose as they passed, their eyes following the couple, whispers of speculation and curiosity filling the air. This was a union that would be talked about for years to come, a merging of two powerful families with a history of bloodshed and betrayal.

Outside the chapel, the sun shone brightly, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere within. The reception awaited, a lavish affair that promised to be both a celebration and a test of the new alliance. As they stepped into the sunlight, Thomas felt the warmth on his face, a brief respite from the shadows that seemed to follow him wherever he went. He glanced at her, her smile a beacon of hope in the uncertainty that lay ahead.

"Welcome to the family," Thomas said, his voice low, the Birmingham accent thick and unmistakable.

The kitchen was a stark contrast to the rest of Arrow House, filled with the smell of freshly baked bread and the earthy scent of the wood burning in the hearth. Thomas stood at the head of the room, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room, ensuring he had the attention of every man present. The weight of the day was palpable; this was his wedding day, a day that marked a significant turning point in his life and the Shelby family. His dark suit was meticulously tailored, each stitch a testament to his attention to detail, and his peaked cap sat jauntily on his head, casting a shadow over his face that made his intense expression even more formidable.

"Right, boys, you're all here," he began, his voice carrying the authoritative edge that had come to define him. The men around the kitchen, his brothers Arthur, John, and Finn, along with Michael and a few trusted others, like Charlie and Johnny Dogs turned their attention to him. Each face was a study in respect and a touch of fear, for they knew Thomas was not a man to be crossed, especially not today.

"Today, this is my fucking wedding day," Thomas continued, his tone brooking no argument. His words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken understanding that this day was sacred, not just for him, but for the entire Shelby clan. It was a rare occasion of vulnerability, where the hard-edged leader allowed a glimpse of the man beneath the armor.

John, ever the irreverent one, couldn't help but interject. "Yeah, and you said there'd be no bloody uniforms," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and humor. The tension in the room crackled for a moment, a testament to the volatile nature of their relationships. Thomas fixed John with a steely gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Nevertheless... Nevertheless, John..." he began, his voice a low growl that seemed to reverberate off the walls. He took a step closer, his presence dominating the room. "Despite the bad blood, I'll have none of it on my carpet." His words were a command, not a request, and the message was clear: today was about unity, not division.

His gaze swept around the circle, making eye contact with each man, ensuring they understood the gravity of his words. "Now for my wife's sake, nothing will go wrong," he declared, his voice firm and unyielding. His love for his bride was a rare softness in his otherwise hardened demeanor, and he was determined to protect her from the chaos that often surrounded the Shelbys. Thomas pointed outside the kitchen, towards the bustling preparations for the wedding. "Those bastards out there are her family," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of disdain. He had little patience for those who might threaten the harmony of his wedding day, and he would go to great lengths to ensure everything went smoothly.

His hand traveled around the circle, pointing at each man in turn as he spoke. "And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything..." His voice trailed off as he fixed his gaze on Arthur, the eldest and most unpredictable of the brothers. There was a pause, a moment where the weight of his words seemed to settle over the room like a heavy fog.

Isaiah, leaning casually against the counter, broke the uneasy silence. "Tom..?" Thomas's gaze snapped to Isaiah, a flicker of impatience crossing his features. "To... WHAT!?" he barked, his voice low but commanding.

He hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "What about snow," he ventured, his tone cautious. John eyes narrowed, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "Yeah, their women are sports, I’ll say that.."

"No. No. No." Thomas cut him off sharply, striding towards Isaiah with purpose. He stopped inches from his face, his breath hot and laced with the smell of tobacco. "No cocaine," he said, jabbing a finger towards Isaiah's face for emphasis. "No cocaine."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable as Thomas turned his attention to John, who stood to Isaiah's right. "No sport," Thomas said, waving his hand dismissively. "No telling fortunes."

He began to pace, the soles of his polished shoes tapping rhythmically against the tiled floor. Each step seemed to echo with unspoken threats, a reminder of the consequences of disobedience. He approached Arthur, his oldest and most volatile brother, stopping just short of him. "No racing," Thomas ordered, his voice a low growl. Arthur met his gaze with a slight nod, the fire in his eyes dimmed by his brother's authority. Breaking from the circle, Thomas crossed to Finn, the youngest of the Shelby brothers. Grabbing Finn's face with his left hand, he forced him to look into his eyes. "No fucking sucking petrol," he snarled, his grip tightening. He delivered a light slap to Finn's cheek, a reminder of the discipline he expected. "Out of their fucking cars."

Satisfied, Thomas released Finn and turned to Charlie, who had been lingering on the edge of the group. "And, you, Charlie," he said, his voice softer but no less intense. "Stop spinning yards about me, eh?" Charlie, taken aback, spoke up as Thomas turned his back. "I'm just trying to sell you to them, Tom," he defended.

Thomas took a deep drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face as he exhaled. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, a rare sign of the stress he carried. Returning to the center of the circle, he spun slowly, addressing them all. "But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers," he began, his voice rising with intensity. "Despite the provocation from her family, no fighting."

He turned his head slightly, locking eyes with Isaiah. The room seemed to hold its breath as Thomas slowly made his way toward him, the echo of his footsteps on the wooden floor punctuating the silence. As he reached Isaiah, Thomas lifted his chin with a firm but controlled hand, forcing Isaiah to meet his gaze. His eyes were cold, yet there was a flicker of something deeper—an unspoken understanding, perhaps. “Oi,” Thomas began, his voice a low growl that resonated with authority. He pointed a finger at Isaiah, his expression unwavering. “No fighting.”

With a swift, deliberate movement, Thomas shifted to his right, positioning himself in front of John. He didn’t waste a moment, his finger darting out to point at John with the same intensity. “No fucking fighting,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument. John's smirk faltered under Thomas's glare, replaced by a nod of compliance.

Thomas moved again, this time to Arthur. Their eyes met, and an unspoken tension filled the air. Arthur, ever the wild card, was the one Thomas needed to keep in check the most. Pointing at his older brother, Thomas's voice was a commandment. “No fighting.” Arthur, his usual bravado momentarily subdued, nodded with a grunt, understanding the gravity of the order. Next, Thomas’s eyes fell on Michael, who was leaning against the wall with a nonchalant air. Without a word, Thomas pointed at him. Michael straightened up, his casual demeanor replaced by a look of acknowledgement. The silent exchange spoke volumes—Michael knew exactly what was expected of him.

Finally, Thomas turned towards Finn’s direction, his youngest brother, “No,” he said, his voice slicing through the tension. He then swung his gaze back to Arthur’s direction. “Fucking.” And finally, his eyes landed on Charlie's direction. “Fighting.”

The room fell silent once more, the weight of Thomas’s words hanging heavily in the air. Each man understood the simplicity of the command. In this room, defying Thomas Shelby was not an option. Thomas took a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the dim light, and exhaled a plume of smoke. He walked towards his coat, which was draped over a chair between Michael and Arthur. “Good,” he muttered, his satisfaction evident in the single word. With his back turned slightly, Thomas didn’t see the butler approaching. The man, new to the household and unfamiliar with the Shelby way, hesitated for a moment too long. The collision was inevitable. The impact was sudden, and Thomas spun around, his face a mask of fury. “Get the fuck off me!” he snarled, shoving the butler to the ground. The bottle of wine the butler had been holding shattered on the floor, red liquid spreading like blood across the wood.

Arthur, ever the enforcer, hurled his glass at the butler, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the room. The butler scrambled to his feet, fear written all over his face as he hurried out of the kitchen, leaving behind a mess of broken glass and spilled wine. Thomas exhaled one last plume of smoke before stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. He adjusted his coat, smoothing out the fabric as he straightened up. “Right,” he said, his voice breaking the silence. “Let’s get this done.” He turned on his heel and strode out of the kitchen, his family and comrades falling into step behind him. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the hallway as they made their way towards the main event. Thomas’s mind was already racing ahead, planning, strategizing, ensuring that everything would go smoothly. But the words he had spoken in the kitchen lingered in the air, a solemn vow that no matter what happened, there would be no fighting. Not today.

As Thomas Shelby sat at the head of the table during his wedding dinner, the room was alive with the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of conversation. He raised the crystal glass to his lips, savoring the last drops of whiskey that burned pleasantly down his throat. Setting the glass down with a soft clink, his eyes swept across the room, taking in the faces of his family and the guests. His gaze lingered for a moment on his wife her beauty striking even in the dim candlelight. She was radiant, her smile lighting up the room. But as his eyes drifted to her father, he noticed the man's steely gaze fixed upon him. Thomas arched an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"You look absolutely stunning today, luv," Thomas remarked, his voice low and tinged with admiration. "Hard to keep me eyes off of you." He reached out to gently squeeze her hand, a small, affectionate gesture amidst the formality of the occasion.

"I can say the same for you, Mr. Shelby," she replied, her smile radiant as she returned his gaze, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Thomas smiled, a rare, genuine expression that softened his features. His attention then shifted to her father, a man of stature and presence, seated a bit farther down to her. "Well, you're not the only one whose eyes are on me, eh?" he quipped, a hint of playful charm in his voice.

"Luv," he murmured, leaning towards his wife, "would you mind telling your father to stop staring me down, eh?" His tone was light, teasing, but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes.

His bride glanced nervously at her father, then back at Thomas. "Tommy, I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice tinged with apprehension, "but that's just how he is."

Thomas nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. "I see," he replied, his voice low and measured. He leaned back in his chair, his mind working quickly. He was used to dealing with difficult situations, but this was his wedding day, a day that should have been free of such tensions.

There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of doubt in Thomas's eyes as he considered the weight of his actions. But then, with a determined glint in his eye, he reached out and gently cupped her face in his hand. She looked at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and he knew that this was where he belonged. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, a silent declaration of his love and commitment. The room erupted into applause and cheers, the sound echoing off the walls as Thomas and Luka's families celebrated their union.

Hours had slipped by like fleeting ghosts since Thomas had exchanged vows, and now, in the quiet intimacy of their bedroom, he sat with his new wife perched gently on his lap. The flickering light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow, accentuating the soft features of her face and the delicate curves of her figure. He gazed at her, his eyes tracing every line, every contour, as if committing her beauty to memory.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, Mrs. Shelby," he murmured, his voice a low, husky rasp that betrayed a hint of awe. His hands, calloused yet gentle, cradled her waist, fingers tracing idle patterns on the fabric of her dress. The weight of her presence on his lap was a comfort, grounding him in the reality of this new chapter of his life.

"I like when you call me Mrs. Shelby," she said softly, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. Her words were like a balm to his weary soul, a reminder of the new life they were beginning together.

Thomas wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. He rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her hair. It was a moment of peace amidst the chaos that always seemed to follow him.

"I like it too," he replied, his voice low and gravelly. "It suits you, Mrs. Shelby."

"You're fuckin' perfect for me... y'know that?" Thomas's voice was low, almost a whisper, but filled with sincerity. His hand reached up to cup her face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. There was a gentleness in his touch, a rare vulnerability that he showed only to her.

Their lips met in a tender kiss, a silent affirmation of their love and commitment to each other. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a shared connection that transcended words. Her hands roamed freely, exploring his body with a familiarity that spoke of countless nights spent together. Thomas pulled her closer, his other hand wrapping around her waist, holding her as if afraid she might slip away. Their kiss deepened, a silent communication of their love and desire for each other. It was a dance they knew well, a rhythm that was uniquely theirs. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss even further. His hair, usually so meticulously styled, was now a tousled mess, a testament to the passion between them. She loved the way his hair felt between her fingers, the way it seemed to have a life of its own.

They broke the kiss, but remained intertwined, her head resting against his chest, his chin on her shoulder. They sat in comfortable silence, the weight of the day's events slowly settling on their shoulders. The gravity of their new union was not lost on Thomas; he knew the responsibilities that came with it, the need to protect and provide for his new family. His mind drifted to the future, a future now entwined with hers. He thought of the challenges they would face, the dangers that lurked in the shadows of their world. But he also thought of the moments of joy, the simple pleasures they would share.

Author’s Notes:

Y’all, I fucking love this oneshot..it’s so cute I finally did my own rendition of the wedding scene..ahhhhhhhh I feel like I got it just right y’all..ahh it’s fucking cute!!!

Deadass I should have written smut but nah, I don’t feel like it

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Cillian Murphy in bed 🛏️🩷

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KINKTOBER 2024 - CILLIAN MURPHY EDITION

Hello! My 2024 Kinktober will include a range of filthy kinks. Every Monday and Wednesday will be a AU themed story to really challenge myself.

If you’re familiar with my work, none of these stories will be considered as healthy. For safe marking, all works will be either noncon/dubcon.

Comments and reblogs please are highly appreciated <3

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 1ST - Jackson Rippner + Blood

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 2ND - Emmett in Red Riding Hood AU

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3RD - Neil Lewis + Bondage

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 4TH - Jonathan Crane + Waxplay

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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 5TH - Tommy Shelby + Shoe Kink

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 6TH - Cillian Murphy in Professor AU

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MONDAY, OCTOBER 7TH - Raymond Leon + Hate Fuck

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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 8TH - Robert Fichser + Mirror Sex

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 9TH - Jackson Rippner in Mr & Mrs Smith AU!

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10TH - William Killick + Cunnilingus

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 11TH - Robert Capa + Marking

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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 12TH - Jonathan Breech + Sex Tape

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 13TH - Tommy Shelby in Regency AU

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MONDAY, OCTOBER 14TH - Jonathan Crane + Pet Play

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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 15TH - Jim (TDS) + Caught Masterbating

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 16TH - Matthew Joy in Little Mermaid AU

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 17TH - Tom Buckley + Mind Control

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18TH - Lenny Miller + Body Worship

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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 19TH - Emmett + Spit

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 20TH - Cillian!Victor von Doom in Marvel AU

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MONDAY, OCTOBER 21ST - Darren + 69

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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22ND - Tom + Overstimulation

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23RD - Jonathan Crane in Hogwarts AU

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24TH - Tommy Shelby + Outdoor Sex

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FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25TH - Martin + Spanking

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SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26TH - Mike Kieran + Somnophilia

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 27TH - Raymond Leon in ABO AU

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MONDAY, OCTOBER 28TH - Jim (28DL) + Dumbification

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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 29TH - Shivering Solider + Facial

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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 30TH - Robert Ficsher in Romeo and Juliet AU

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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31ST - Jonathan Crane & Jackson Rippner + Double Penetration

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Book Recommendations Based on Cillian Murphy's Characters! | Pt. 1?

These are all books that I've read and associate with Cillian's characters. Just because I include a book does not mean I completely agree/condone anything in them... they just remind me of the character. Characters included:

Crane

Jim

Matthew Joy

Killick

Raymond

Neil

Lenny Miller

Fischer

Let me know which books you’d recommend and which character’s recommendations you like the best!

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I just want to see pretty men crying, or bleeding, or both.

[sl-newsie]

My biggest strength is my biggest curse.

Imagination.

For the rest of my life it will plague me.

Writing stories of passion and romance that will never be real.

Never can be real.

I spin tales of love and in doing so I doom myself for thinking I could ever be the lucky character in my own story.

[thevelvetvampyre]

The Typo - Robert Fischer x Secretary

I’ve just watched Secretary and I had to write a version of it for Robert Fischer so this is heeeeeavily inspired by the film.

“Now, pull up your skirt.”

“Why?”

“You're not worried that I'm going to fuck you, are you? I'm not interested in that, not in the least. Now, pull up your skirt.”

Warnings: small age gap (reader is early 20’s, rob is mid 30’s), roberts a dom, spanking, adult content, non-penetrative sex, he cums on you lol

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Mr.Fischer had strict rules when it came to how you worked in his office. All you were required to do was type and answer the phone, nothing more or nothing less. Focus on making no typos, keeping the staples filled, making sure his pencils were sharp and I repeat, absolutely no typos.

Other than the boring mundane you grew to love in the routine he made for you, your favourite part of the job was delivering the letters you typed out on the state of the art typewriter he bought as your gift for being such a good girl.

Placing the sealed envelope in between your wet lips, you dropped to your hands and knees as your palms walked you to his office. Crawling on the lush, carpeted floor to his desk, your pussy heated up and dripped with anticipation, hoping that this was the day he’d finally touch you and tear you apart by your tight hole.

Stopping in front of his desk, you sat back on your shins and looked up at him behind the big, oak piece of wood. Not looking up or acknowledging your presence, you felt the paper wet in your mouth and coat your tongue in a chalky, dry feel.

Muffling a whimper after sitting on your knees for two minutes with no reaction from your boss, your shins started to prickle against the fur of the carpet and you sat as still as you could, attempting to impress him with your patience.

Finally glancing off the papers his slick pen was marking, he gave you an expressionless gaze as he remained emotionless, blinking unimpressed at your persistance. Glaring his baby blue iris’s into your furrowed, begging sockets he huffed a sigh and pushed his chair back on it’s wheels.

Standing up and sneaking his hands into his pockets, he took long, slow strides around the bulk of brass wood. Now he stood over you, tilting his head with a small pout as his glance softened at your big, puppy eyes looking up at him.

The smell of his cologne had polluted your nostrils, feeling your walls clench around nothing as the scent of him alone turned you animalistic. Continuing to whimper as you rolled your hips onto the back of your shins for some relief, his eyes never left yours as he kept his crotch close to your face and watched you unravel beneath him.

Enjoying the show, his eyebrows cocked in entertainment at your struggled attempt of friction on your soaked slit.

Reaching down and pinching the paper in between his thumb and index finger, he slid the envelop out your mouth and brought it to his face. Analysing the paper as he turned his wrist to look at it at all angles, he hummed out with a clenched jaw as he admired the drying saliva in the shape of your teeth.

Dropping the paper to his side, he made his way back around the desk and sat on his thick, leather chair. Pulling himself back into the crevice of the counter, he dropped the letter next to him and resumed his work. Clearing his throat, his eyes remained on the paper through your submissiveness, not giving you any attention.

With the lack of acknowledgement, you whined a small moan out your lips feeling defeated. His focus never deferring from the paper that laid limp on his desk.

“You can go.” He said bluntly, a tear forming in the corner of your eye with how you were left unsatisfied yet again.

Sitting back up on your stinging knees and sweaty palms, you turned around and crawled shamefully out the door as a hot tear trickled down your cheek. Feeling the cold air on the wet cotton that covered your mound, the fabric turned cold against your dripping cunt.

Keeping his chin down but snapping his eyes upwards to watch as your hips swayed on all fours, his cock pulsated and started to swell at your compliance. Admiring the wet patch he had perfect view of with your pussy revealing your arousal in your spread position, his dry bottom lip dropped slowly and blood began to fill his thick, veiny cock.

Your skirt had ridden up and exposed the bottom of your asscheeks, your black tights were close to transparent and displaying the perfect view of your panties. Gulping the ball of saliva down his throat, his eyes followed you out until you had quietly sneaked out his office.

Clearing his throat as he felt his erection leak out his tip, his eyes fell back to his paper and he regained focus on his work.

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Sitting at your desk, it had been a couple of hours since you delivered the letter to Mr.Fischer. A wave of relief passed you as you had no feedback, meaning the letter was perfect and you had impressed him with your typing.

Giving yourself a small grin as you proudly sat in your chair twirling a strand of your soft hair, the phone buzzed on your desk and caught your attention.

“How can I help, Mr.Fischer?” You’re heart started pounding in your chest, banging against your ribs as a heat prickled up your face in excitement to hearing his voice on the speaker phone.

“Come into my office.” He says calmly, his voice husky and low.

“But… Mr.Saito is here for his meeting, sir.” You glance over at Mr.Fischer’s client who had been sat patiently for the past fifteen minutes, giving him a smile which he returned eagerly.

“Ms. Y/L/N, come into my office.” He responds, waiting a few moments as the calmness stayed evident in his voice.

“Yes, sir.” You couldn’t help but smile, a blush trickling on your cheeks as you stood carefully and made your way down the hall into his office.

Walking through his already opened door, you stood by the frame and held your hands behind your back. A smile growing on your face as your boss sat on the chair behind his desk with his knees wide and fingers interlinked on his stomach. A pool of hot, leaking arousal started to drip out of your desperate cunt as he stared at you with a clenched jaw and huffing nostrils.

“Close the door.” He instructed, a careful tone in his voice that was barely above a whisper.

You turned around faster than you could blink, closing the door and taking small steps in front of his desk.

“Yes, Mr.Fischer?” Your walls were pulsating, chest flushed with arousal and a wide, willing grin on your face.

Watching as his eyes fell from yours onto the paper in front of you on his desk, he nodded towards the open letter and you shuffled closer.

“I want you to read the letter.” He looked back up at you and sat further back in his chair. “Tell me what you see.”

Picking up the thin paper in your hand, you raised it closer to your eyes and quickly scanned through. It was the letter you wrote only a few hours ago, heart beating in your ears as your eyes flickered through the sentences.

“Hm?” His eyebrows cocked up, waiting for the response that was clogged in your throat.

“I-I don’t see… anything.” The last word was a whisper, lowering the paper and glancing up at him. He had an unsatisfied look on his face, scrunching it in disappointment and shaking his head slowly.

“Put the letter on my desk.” The words were slow and purred, the wetness of his mouth evident with his pronunciation.

Following his instruction, you placed the paper back onto the wood and watched as he stood up, sighing as he walked past you. Hearing the sounds of his shoes stop clacking on the floor, a wave of heat spread along your backside and the familiar scent of bourbon, spiced wood and musk surrounded your skin.

“Now, I want you to bend over the desk and read the letter very carefully. Bend over so you’re looking directly at it.” You furrowed your brows and turned your neck slightly to look at him. He was a mere inches away from your face and you shivered at the proximity of you.

“Uh… I don’t understand.” Shy and vulnerable underneath him, your words were quiet and shaky.

“There’s nothing to understand. Put your elbows on the desk and get your face very close to it.” With no agitation in his voice, you were unsure if he was being serious or not. After a few moments passed, a huff left his lips and his eyes rolled.

“Put your elbows on the desk, get your face close to it and read.” Doing as you were told, you bent over the desk as the letter sat in between your forearms.

“Mhm… good.” He groaned under his breath.

Clearing your throat as your cheeks heated up with embarrassment and arousal, you felt his body step closer and a loud sigh leave his lips.

“Pull your skirt up.” Eyes widening at his request, his demand sent your pussy fluttering and arousal dripping out of you.

“Why?” You continued to face forward, nervous to see the stern, cold look on his face.

“You’re not worried I’m going to fuck you, are you?” The bluntness of his voice made you whimper, the filthy connotation of his ask causing you to bite your lip and shake your head softly.

“I’m not interested in doing that.” His voice became gentle, placing both hands on your hips as his crotch aligned with your ass, feeling his heat vibrate on you as he kept at a distance.

The admission of not wanting to fuck you made your heart drop, disappointing you and causing a pout to grow on your lips.

“Now, pull your skirt up.” His hands pressed into your hips harsher, slightly massaging them before pulling them away. He remained standing in the same spot, cock hardening as he watched you pull back and flip up your skirt.

A small groan left his lips as he stared down at your exposed panties, tilting his head and biting his lip as he admired the roundness of your flesh. His tip began pulsating, slightly poking into you and causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

“Read it. Read it aloud.” He grunted under his breath, huskily commanding you with his voice.

“Dear Mr.Cobb, I’m grateful to you for referring…” Mr.Fischer took his hand and slapped it harshly across your ass, squeaking as your hips pushed forward painfully and you shot your head back to look at him.

“Continue.” You noticed how his hair was slightly looser, a pink flush across his lips that ran from his cheeks. His eyebrows furrowed and he never peeled his eyes off of your jiggling ass as his slap continued to ricochet across your skin.

“Uhm…” You were dazed and shocked by his hit, losing focus on the words and losing your ability to speak. Were you dreaming?

A dream come true.

“Ms. Y/L/N. Read.” His voice was growing louder, a disciplinary tone in his voice. You looked back at the paper and your breath shook as you caught up to where you left off.

“For referring to me as your energy supply.” Your words were chocked and salivated, your cunt throbbing for him to touch you where you heated up most.

Using the same hand, Mr.Fischer took a strike at the same ass cheek, his palm vibrating at the sting of your skin slapping together. Wincing out in pain, your teeth dug into your bottom lip as it trembled. His thick, veiny shaft was swelling with each ripple your skin bounced. Groaning lowly as a violent red started to creep onto your cheek, he swung his wrist at lighting speed and hit your sore skin once more.

Flinching forward and feeling the hard wood press against your hip bones, your wincing became louder and your knees shook. Taking a couple of breaths, your eyes returned onto the paper as you struggled to find your balance.

“The subject of renewable energy has been of interest to me for quite a while. And my secretary has prepared research material…” Your words were once more interrupted by a short, hard slap onto your ass.

Your skin began vibrating with his violence and stinging at the contact of the cold air in his office. Moaning out as he struck you once more, your cunt began leaking in desperation under his abuse.

“I think you’ll find illuminating.” You heard him grunt loudly before bringing his palm once more to your skin, the sting now unbearable as you began wiggling under his control.

It was impossible to focus, your eyes missing words and scanning over sentences you’ve accidentally missed as your vision became impaired with a hazy lens, the tears filling your sockets from the inflicted pain.

Panting out from the forceful action of his slap, you heard him whimper under his breath as he admired the red your skin had swelled to. Lifting his wrist, he pushed all his force into another slap and shoved you further onto the desk.

“Oh.” You sobbed, only causing his cock to spill pre-cum inside his expensive, lush pants. Taking a breath, you opened your teary eyes and continued.

“Yours sincerely, Robert F-“ Your sobbed moan interrupted you as the sound of your sore, swollen skin filled the room once more. You could’ve sworn you were bleeding, his slaps feeling like miniature knifes cutting into you with each attack.

“Robert Fischer.” Panting as he stood up and regained his balance after violently striking your ass cheeks, he ran his fingers through his messed hair and took deep breaths. Placing his hands on his hips, he looked down as furrowed his brows at the pulsating tent in his pants, only inches away from your limp, sobbing body. After taking a few moments to breath, he walked to the other side of you as slowly pet your untouched asscheek.

“Read it again.” He huffed out. Tears began pouring out your eyes as you looked down at the paper again, sniffling as you squeezed your legs together in an attempt to relieve you of even an inch of your agonising arousal.

Starting from the top, you re-read the letter with great difficulty. Being interrupted twelve times as he abusively slapped the other side of your ass. Your skin was pulsating at rapid speed and by the end of the letter, you had screamed his name in a muffled moan, a spill of curse words purring out of him as your tears fell onto the inked paper below you.

Breathing as he gave you a moment to rest, he groaned as his hands grasped at the side of your hips once more. You laid there with smudged mascara, choked breaths and your ass burning as your brain turned into mush over his abuse. Digging his digits into the side of you, he admired his work of violence on your skin and pushed you further onto the desk. Now basically on your tip toes, his fingers hooked under your panties and ripped them away from your mound, the cotton falling into a soft pool at your ankles.

“Fuck…” He groaned out.

“Who got you this wet Ms.Y/L/N?” You breathed out a response that was nowhere near loud enough for anyone other than yourself to hear.

“Who?” His words icy and venomous.

“You, sir!” A moan fell from your lips, shaking at the feeling of your cold air on your pussy. A small sob continuing to spur out of you, you shifted on the desk while your chest remained staying glued to the counter top, wanting to do anything to impress Mr.Fischer and prove you were the best secretary he could ever have.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me.” Your voice sad and shaky, the sudden realisation of how vulnerable you had become under him.

“I’m not.” Staying emotionless, he fumbled around his belt and zip, the clanking noise of the metal hitting the ground and causing a pang of anxiety in your chest.

You heard him struggle slightly but heard the sound of his finger nails scrapping past his skin, stripping him of all his clothes that covered his erection.

Pulling his hard, throbbing cock out into his palm, he used his thumb to smear the cloudy pre-cum that had covered his angry, red tip. Continuing to slowly circle the lubricating substance along the small slit, his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut, a small groan leaving his throat at the slow sensation he stroked on himself.

Leaning forward slightly but making it sure to not press his cock against your bare cunt, he reached out the same palm that collected his arousal and held it under your mouth.

“Spit.” He cupped his hand and sitting back up on your elbows, you looked down at his palm that was covered in a translucent, thick liquid and spat directly into the center of it.

Finding his position back behind you and opening his legs slightly, he used the palm you spat on to start stroking his cock. He twisted his wrist and moaned softly under his breath, keeping his eyes glued to your spread pussy on his desk. Watching as you clenched around nothing, in response to his desperate groans as he fisted himself, your hole began to leak a white liquid down your slit, tickling your mound and causing you to wriggle and whimper.

At the sight of this, Mr.Fischer began stroking himself violently, groaning as his mouth fell open and his eyebrows knitted fiercely together. The vein in his neck began thumping under his skin and angrily poked through, his skin growing hotter and redder with each stroke.

As you lay there, you were unable to see him but heard as his voice began trembling with each groan.

“Fuck- so submissive.” He gave a throaty moan as you stayed limp on his desk, feeling your pussy flutter at his praise.

“I bet your cunt’s tight hm- oh, uhm- you’re fucking soaking.” The last word became higher in pitch as his knees buckled, flicking his wrist faster and rougher.

He stared at your salivating pussy and wanted nothing more but to press his cock deep into your hole, fucking the back of your cervix and fucking his cum so deep you’d walk around the office with it, smelling like sex and feeling him leak out of you whenever you stood up.

“I’m so close…” He whined out, reaching forward to grab your hip with his free hand.

Pumping his tensing cock, his balls aggressively bounced with each stroke. Chasing his high desperately as a tear formed in the corner of his eye, his nails dug into your skin and caused you to wince.

“I’m gonna cum on your cunt.” He grunted through his breaths, sounding animalistic as the wetness of his strokes filled the wall.

“Mm-mhm.” You whined.

The squelching noises of his palm around his throbbing, veiny cock sent you over the edge, moaning at your lack of friction and the sounds of his choked, pleasured sobs. Pressing into your hip even harder, you heard him groan from the bottom of his belly as a hot liquid shot onto your mound, soaking your slit with his seed as the shots of the cloudy substance spread on your exposed pussy.

“Oh fuck- yes… ah!” He winced at the end, shooting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut.

His knees wobbled and his hand loosened around your hip, slowly continuing to pump at himself as his face blushed red and his swollen lips fell open.

Laying still on his desk as you felt his cum leak down the outside of your pussy, it dripped to your clit and delicately ran past your pressure point, causing you to squeal as it tickled you.

Taking both of his hands and spreading your cheeks, he watched as the white, thick goo trickled down your cunt onto your thighs and the floor. Continuing to pant as he stared in awe, he moaned at the sight of the mixture of both of your arousals dripping down your leg.

Standing back up, you remained lifeless on his desk in shock of what had just happened. Hearing the zip of his pants and buckle of his belt, you remained with your elbows looking up at his chair as he walked over and sat opposite you. Running his fingers through his gelled hair that had become messy in the midst of him fisting himself till he came onto your bare pussy, he cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the paper in front of him, picking up a red pain and opening the cap.

“Tell Mr.Saito he can come in now.” Furrowing your brows at his lack of expression, you stood up and pulled your panties back to cover your mound. Instantly, you felt the hot liquid of his orgasm fill the bottom of you, blushing as you pulled your skirt over and patted the sides down.

“Illuminating.” He said blankly, passing you the letter from earlier.

“Sorry?” You asked him, looking down at the paper. A huge, red circle surrounded the word illuminating on your paper.

“You spelt it wrong. That… was your mistake.” His eyes finally met yours and blinked expressionlessly.

“Oh… thank you sir.” You turned around and began walking to the door, blushing as you stroked your hair to bring Mr.Saito inside for his meeting.

[paradiseprincesss]

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.

word count: 2k

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."

[mydear-corinthian]

☘︎ cillian : masterlist

Main masterlist here.

Notice: This will be updated once every new post is posted. Last Update: 13th of August, 2024

CILLIAN MURPHY - As Himself ✯ Birthday - smut ↳ Cillian arriving on his birthday back to your shared home after an exhausting Oppenheimer work. ✯ While You're Interviewing - smut ↳ Giving Cillian a head while he's having an online interview.

THOMAS "TOMMY" SHELBY - Peaky Blinders ✯ Attention - smut ↳ You're a jazz singer and you were invited to Tommy's brother's wedding and you caught his attention. ✯ A Peaky Blinder - fluff ↳ You encountering an assaulter while drinking on the Garrison pub. ✯ Fainting - angst & fluff ↳ How they react when you faint. ✯ Protection - angst & fluff ↳ You were protecting your son, Charlie when Billy Kimber's men ambushed your shared home. ✯ Dirty Diana - smut ↳ After the war, you and Tommy were separated leaving you in London alone with no money at all. ★ Bait - angst ↳ Reader went out partying and the Shelby family's enemy attacked her. ★ Welcome to Burlesque - smut ↳ Tommy attends to this new burlesque club and he didn't expect to see you there. ★ Phone Call - smut ↳ Tommy receives a phone call in the middle of having sex with his wife.

JONATHAN CRANE / SCARECROW - The Dark Knight Trilogy ✯ Unsaid Feelings - smut ↳ Jonathan Crane is your psychologist and you're starting to have feelings for him in which you thought was wrong. ✯ Rivals - smut ↳ You and Crane are both fighting for the asylum's new head of the psychologist department. ✯ Love Potion No. 9 - smut ↳ Attempting to make Doctor Jonathan Crane be in love with you using your love potion.

LENNY MILLER - Anna ✯ upcoming

ROBERT FISCHER - Inception ✯ upcoming NEIL LEWIS - Watching the Detectives ✯ My Rockstar Boyfriend - smut ↳ Neil explaining the meaning of his favorite song in an interesting way.

[artistic-cannibal]

~An Unhealthy Obsession (Stalker Cillian Murphy X Reader) Headcanons!

Summary: You ended your relationship with Cillian ten years ago due to his toxic, possessive, manipulative, and obsessive behavior; little did you know that he was back again and he was here to make you his forever.

Warnings: smut, stalking, possessive behavior, breaking-in, curse words.

Cillian would regularly call you by an unknown number to which you would answer. When you asked who it was, there was silence; Your voice made Cillian melt.

Cillian got so obsessed with you that he would frequently masturbate while thinking about you, groaning, and sometimes yelling your name as a way to vent his frustration and sexy wants. he developed an addiction, through frequent masturbation and pornography, 

Cillian has been stubborn since he was a child; if he wants something, he will get it, and this behavior did not change as he grew older, because he wanted Y/N, only Y/N, and he will have her no matter what.

 Finding out where Y/N lived, her home address, new friends, the office that she worked at, wasn't hard for Cillian, he had his own way to get information about Y/N.

Cillian would often break into Y/N's house when Y/N was not at home and once he placed hidden cameras and microphones in every corner and rooms of the house. So, while Y/N thought she was at the most comfortable and private place in the whole world, Cillian would notice her every move, from morning when you wake up till late at night when you fall asleep, it was a way Cillian felt he was closer to you. A sense of relief that you were safe was in his mind. Looking at you fall asleep made him fall asleep.

Sometimes he would hide under your bed and sometimes in your closet, till you come back home. He liked looking at you sleep and loved hearing your soft breaths while sleeping. 

Sometimes he would mix sleeping pills in your food so you would faint, and he could have his way with you.

Sometimes you would wake up with a heavy head with unusual bruises and hickeys on the most intimate areas of your body like your neck, your back, your inner thighs, etc. It would even hurt down there.

You never realized you slept so messily, like your bed sheets would all be creased, your bed would look like it was not in the position it was supposed to be. It looked like you just had rough sex with someone.

Once you decided to start dating this amazing guy named Alex, and it was not very long after Cillian got to know about it. His jealousy reached the highest levels and out of anger and love, he would kill Alex in the most terrible way ever.

Even after murdering your date, his anger didn’t lower and he finally decided to teach you a lesson. So one night, when you were fast asleep, he came out of the closet and hurriedly tied your hands and legs with ropes. You tried to scream but he had put his hands over our mouth. There was no way to escape.

“You think you could run away from me, kitten? You thought you could cheat me like this. I will teach you a lesson you will never forget.”

And then everything went black, he fucked you like it was your last day on this earth. Like an animal.

[corrupte3d-mindz]

Sleepless Nights

Thomas Shelby x Pregnant Wife Reader

Summary: Thomas cares for his wife.

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings:

soft Thomas!, kissing, soft talk, lovely husband things.

Thomas prowls the grand corridors of Arrow House with a mixture of determination and unease. The mansion is a labyrinth of opulence, each corner dripping with the wealth he’s fought tooth and nail to secure. Yet, tonight, none of that matters. His mind is solely focused on one thing—finding his pregnant wife.

The house, with its vast rooms and endless hallways, feels both protective and suffocating. The heavy silence is broken only by the distant ticking of an antique clock, a stark reminder of time slipping away. Thomas’s polished shoes echo on the marble floors as he moves through the dimly lit spaces, his keen eyes scanning every shadow and crevice. The opulent decor, a testament to his success, now seems to mock him with its cold grandeur. He enters the library, where shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books line the walls, their spines gleaming in the faint light. The room smells of old paper and cigarette a sanctuary for his restless mind on many nights. But tonight, it offers no solace. He moves on, his pace quickening, his heartbeat mirroring his urgency.

As he strides through the dining hall, the long table stands like an island in the middle of the room, set for a feast that never seems to be eaten. The chandelier above it sparkles, casting prismatic reflections around the room, but Thomas’s eyes are unseeing. He is a man on a mission, driven by an anxiety he rarely allows himself to feel.

Finally, he reaches the living room, a vast space dominated by an enormous fireplace. The flames within flicker and dance, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. And there she is. His wife, his beacon in the storm of his life, sitting on the couch in an awkward yet somehow comfortable position. The sight of her instantly softens his stern expression, though worry still shadows his features. She’s nestled into the corner of the couch, her swollen belly making her position look ungainly to anyone else, but Thomas knows better. He sees the way her hand rests protectively over her stomach, the way her eyes are half-closed in a state of meditative calm. She’s wearing a loose, flowing nightgown that accentuates her maternal glow, the fabric cascading around her like a gentle waterfall.

“Love,” Thomas says softly, his voice a gravelly whisper that cuts through the silence. “Y’alright there?” His thick Birmingham accent adds a rough edge to the tender words, a contrast that defines him so well.

She looks up, her eyes meeting his with a tired but loving gaze. “Tommy,” she replies, a small smile curving her lips. “Just needed a moment. The baby’s been restless tonight.”

Thomas nods, understanding immediately. He crosses the room in a few strides, his presence a mix of power and protectiveness. He sits beside her, the couch dipping slightly under his weight. Gently, he places a hand over hers, feeling the life within her. It’s a moment of connection, grounding him in a way few things can.

“Been lookin’ for you,” he murmurs, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of discomfort. “Worried me, y’know.”

She chuckles softly, the sound like music to his ears. “I’m fine, Tommy. Just... needed to be alone for a bit.”

Thomas’s eyes soften further, the hard lines of his face easing as he takes in her serene expression. “Y’should rest more, love. Don’t want you overexertin’ y’self.” His voice is firm yet gentle, the protective husband surfacing through the tough gangster exterior.

She nods, leaning her head back against the couch and closing her eyes. “I know. It’s just... there’s so much to do. So much to prepare for.”

Thomas sighs, his hand moving to gently caress her cheek. “Leave it to me. I’ll handle everythin’. You just focus on our little one, yeah?”

He could see the strain in her eyes, the toll the pregnancy was taking on her. His heart ached for her, wishing he could take away her discomfort. "I wish I could do more," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret.

She smiled again, squeezing his hand. "You're here, Tommy. That's enough."

But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted to do more, to alleviate her pain in any way he could. His mind raced, trying to think of something, anything, that might help. Then she spoke again, her voice hesitant.

“Tommy, Ada said if it gets too heavy, you can lift my belly a bit with your hands. It might help.”

Tommy's brow furrowed as he processed her words. It was a simple gesture, yet one that could provide her with some relief. He looked into her eyes, seeing the vulnerability there, and he knew he had to try. "Alright, love," he said, his voice firm with determination. "Let's give it a go."

He moved closer, positioning himself in front of her. His hands, rough and calloused from years of hard work, gently interlaced under her belly. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her dress, the gentle rise and fall of her breath. Slowly, he lifted, supporting the weight of their child. She let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxing into his touch.

"Better?" he asked, his voice soft.

She nodded, her eyes closing once more. "So much better. Thank you, Tommy."

He held her there, his strong arms supporting her, providing the comfort she so desperately needed. In that moment, all the worries and burdens of their world faded away, leaving only the two of them. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to simply be present, to cherish the moment.

"You're incredible, you know that?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Strongest woman I know."

She smiled, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks. "I have to be, married to you."

He chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Yeah, I suppose you do." His gaze softened as he looked at her, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. "But I wouldn't change a thing. Not a bloody thing."

They stayed like that for a while, the silence between them comfortable and reassuring. Tommy's thoughts drifted to their future, to the life they were building together. It was a life filled with uncertainty and danger, but it was theirs. And as long as they had each other, he knew they could face anything. Eventually, he shifted, carefully lowering his hands and easing her back into a more comfortable position. He smiles, before cupping her face; his hands calloused from years of work, are surprisingly gentle as they cup her cheeks. He brushes a few stray strands of hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ear with a care that belies his hardened exterior. The feel of her skin under his fingertips is a reminder of all that he has fought for, and all that he stands to lose.

“Love,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, thick with his Birmingham accent. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The words are simple, but they carry a weight of sincerity that is unmistakable.

She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and fatigue. Pregnancy has been both a blessing and a challenge, but in this moment, with Thomas so close, she feels a sense of peace. He leans in, closing the small distance between them, and presses his lips to hers. The kiss is intense, filled with a passion that speaks volumes of his devotion. It’s not just a kiss; it’s a promise, a silent vow that he will always be there for her.

His hands move from her face to her shoulders, sliding down her arms and resting on her swollen belly. He can feel the life growing inside her, their child, the future of the Shelby legacy. The thought fills him with a fierce protectiveness, a determination to shield them both from the dangers of his world. He pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“You’ve got to know,” he whispers, his voice husky with emotion, “I’d do anything for you. Anythin’ to keep you safe.” His words are punctuated by the gentle movement of his hands, caressing her belly as if to reassure both her and their child of his unwavering commitment.

Thomas stirred from sleep, his body instantly alert despite the lingering remnants of exhaustion. The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes, casting faint, golden lines across the bed where he lay. His hand reached instinctively to the other side, expecting to feel the familiar form of his wife beside him. The cool, empty sheets met his touch instead, sending a wave of unease through him. He sat up abruptly, the fine sheen of cold sweat on his forehead catching the light. He ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back from his face as his sharp blue eyes scanned the room.

The clock on the mantel ticked softly, marking the time as just past nine in the morning. Thomas swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the chill of the wooden floor against his bare feet grounding him. He rose to his full height, stretching out the tension in his muscles. He was dressed only in his boxers, the morning air cool against his skin. The bedroom was silent, save for the sounds that nature produced in the waking hours of the morning.

His mind raced through possibilities as he left the bedroom, each step measured and deliberate. The house was vast, and his wife could be anywhere, but his instinct told him to check the usual places first. The corridor outside their bedroom was dimly lit, the heavy curtains drawn against the morning light. Thomas moved with purpose, his eyes darting to each doorway as he passed. He checked the nursery, but it was empty save for the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the window. The sitting room was similarly deserted, the furniture untouched and the air still.

Thomas’s worry deepened with each empty room. He descended the grand staircase, his hand trailing along the polished banister. The ground floor was no different – the study, the drawing room, all empty. He paused at the doorway to the dining room, listening intently. The faintest clink of cutlery reached his ears, a sound so subtle it could easily have been missed. Relief washed over him, but he kept his composure as he moved toward the kitchen, the source of the noise.

The kitchen was a contrast to the rest of the house – warm, filled with the rich aroma of freshly baked bread and other culinary delights. The sight that greeted Thomas made him pause in the doorway. His wife was at the counter, her back to him, completely absorbed in her task. She was preparing her favorite pregnancy craving, a look of contentment on her face as she worked. Her hair was loosely tied back, and she had her loose, flowing nightgown, made of soft, breathable fabric, was adorned with delicate lace and ribbon trims. He had it made especially for her.

A soft chuckle escaped Thomas’s lips, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Hungry, eh? For whatever you're eatin' at what... nine in the mornin'..." His voice was low, the thick Birmingham accent adding a familiar roughness to his words.

She turns to him, a small smile playing on her lips. Her eyes are bright, despite the early hour, and there's a certain glow about her that he finds both endearing and reassuring. "Well... I originally woke up because I had to throw up... but then it wore off and I just sat there for a bit before I actually did throw up..." she explains, her voice trailing off as she takes another bite.

He crosses the room to her, his worry giving way to a tender affection. He reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle and careful. "You alright now?" he asks, his voice softening. "You and the little one?"

She nods, placing the bowl on the counter. "Yes, we're fine. Just one of those mornings."

Thomas wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. He can feel the slight swell of her belly against his skin, a constant reminder of the new life growing inside her. "You should've woken me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She laughs softly, resting her head against his chest. "You need your rest too, Tommy. Besides, it’s nothing I can’t handle."

He holds her for a moment longer, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. The kitchen, with its warm morning light and the comforting presence of his wife, feels like a sanctuary. A stark contrast to the chaos and violence that often defines his life outside these walls. He pulls back slightly, looking down at her with a mixture of love and concern. "If you need anythin', you come get me. Don’t try to be too strong on your own."

She nods, understanding the depth of his worry. "I will, I promise."

They both stood there looking at each other.

"Any plans for today?" he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

She looks up at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I was thinking of organizing the nursery a bit more. And maybe take a walk in the garden if the weather holds."

He nods, appreciating her simple plans. "Sounds good. I’ve got a meeting later, but I’ll be back by lunch. We can go for that walk together."

She smiles, the idea pleasing her. "I’d like that."

Author’s Notes:

Credit for the smol sparkle divider: CafeKitsune

[darthannie]

IT’S KINKTOBER TIME AHHHHHHHHHH

This is my first time doing anything like this and I am so excited! Thank you to everyone who requested a kink/character, it was very helpful.

If you’d like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

31-day list under the cut.

day one: Overstimulation with Robert Fischer

day two: Somnophilia with Raymond Leon

day three: Choking with Jackson Rippner

day four: Creampie with Jim (The Delinquent Season)

day five: Hate Fuck with Raymond Leon

day six: Edging with Robert Fischer

day seven: Sex Tape with Neil Lewis

day eight: CNC with Jim (The Delinquent Season)

day nine: Shower Sex with Raymond Leon

day ten: Cockwarming with Lenny Miller

day eleven: Bondage with Lenny Miller

day twelve: Forced Orgasm with Jonathan Crane

day thirteen: Throat Fucking with Thomas Shelby

day fourteen: Spanking with Thomas Shelby

day fifteen: Daddy Kink with Lenny Miller

day sixteen: Degradation with Jackson Rippner

day seventeen: Praise Kink with Jonathan Crane

day eighteen: Breeding Kink with Lenny Miller

day nineteen: Sex Toys with Robert Fischer

day twenty: Mutual Masturbation with Robert Capa

day twenty-one: Virginity Kink with Neil Lewis

day twenty-two: Dacryphilia with Jackson Rippner

day twenty-three: Knife Play with Thomas Shelby

day twenty-four: Age Difference with Jim (The Delinquent Season)

day twenty-five: Dom/Sub Dynamic with Dom!Raymond Leon

day twenty-six: Thigh Riding with Neil Lewis

day twenty-seven: Phone Sex with Jim (The Delinquent Season)

day twenty-eight: Free Use with Robert Fischer

day twenty-nine: Dom/Sub Dynamic with Sub!Neil Lewis

day thirty: Collaring with Jonathan Crane

day thirty-one: Free For All (TDB)

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

2024 KINKTOBER TAG LIST

This will not be the official master list post, but here are my prompts and characters for this years kinktober. Any interaction with this post will have you added to my taglist for October :)

Would love to know which one you’re most excited for !!

Also if you’ve read any of my fics you’d know what type of warnings i’ll be using 👀

01.10 Blood with Jackson Rippner

02.10 Red Riding Hood AU with Emmett

03.10 Car Sex with Neil Lewis

04.10 Wax Play with Jonathan Crane

05.10 Shoe Worship with Tommy Shelby

06.10 Professor AU with Cillian Murphy

07.10 Hate Fuck with Raymond Leon

08.10 Mirror Sex with Robert Fischer

09.10 Mr and Mrs Smith AU with Jackson Rippner

10.10 Cunnilingus with William Killick

11.10 Marking with Robert Capa

12.10 Sex Tape with Jonathan Breech

13.10 Regency AU with Tommy Shelby

14.10 Pet Play with Jonathan Crane

15.10 Caught Masterbating with Jim (TDS)

16.10 Little Mermaid AU with Matthew Joy

17.10 Mind Control with Tom Buckley

18.10 Body Worship with Lenny Miller

19.10 Spit with Emmett

20.10 Marvel AU with Cillian!Dr Doom

21.10 69 with Darren (Pig)

22.10 Overstimulation with Tom

23.10 Hogwarts AU with Jonathan Crane

24.10 Outdoor Sex with Tommy Shelby

25.10 Spanking with Martin

26.10 Somnophilia with Mike Kieran

27.10 ABO AU with Raymond Leon

28.10 Dumbification with Jim (28DL)

29.10 Facial with Shivering Solider

30.10 Romeo and Juliet AU with Robert Fischer

31.10 Double Penetration with Jonathan Crane & Jackson Rippner

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 — Masterlist

A/N — With October coming up, it's time for filth, so here's a masterlist of Cillian Murphy goodness. The list will be updated as the days of the month pass. I hope you guys enjoy!

Read the warnings before continuing. I do not condone, defend, support, romanticize, or encourage the illegal actions of any of the characters throughout the story, these stories are purely written for entertainment purposes. 18+ only.

WEEK ONE

Day 1. William Killick + dub-con

Day 2. Cillian Murphy + spanking, authority kink

Day 3. Raymond Leon + car sex

Day 4. Neil Lewis + grinding, semi-public

Day 5. Thomas Shelby + overstimulation, bondage

Day 6. Jonathan Crane + impact play

Day 7. Robert Oppenheimer + praise kink, dd/lg

WEEK TWO

Day 8. Thomas Shelby + omegaverse, omega!tommy

Day 9. Robert Fischer + facefucking, office sex

Day 10. William Killick + uniform kink, dirty talk

Day 11. Tom Buckley + body worship, overstimulation

Day 12. Neil Lewis + cockwarming

Day 13. Cillian Murphy + somnophilia, dd/lg

Day 14. Jackson Rippner + CNC, roleplay

WEEK THREE

Day 15. Jonathan Crane + sex pollen

Day 16. William Killick + face riding

Day 17. Jonathan Breech + making a video

Day 18. Raymond Leon + forced proximity, outercourse

Day 19. Thomas Shelby + fingering, hold the moan

Day 20. Darren/Pig + vanilla, riding

Day 21. Robert Fischer + mirror sex, toys

WEEK FOUR

Day 22. Jackson Rippner + choking, anal sex

Day 23. Tom Buckley + vanilla, creampie

Day 24. Jonathan Crane + humiliation, pegging

Day 25. Robert Fischer + wet dream, sleepy sex

Day 26. Neil Lewis + shower sex

Day 27. Raymond Leon + anal sex, brat taming

Day 28. Jonathan Breech + fluffy, semi-public

WEEK FIVE

Day 29. Cillian Murphy + overstimulation, f!receiving oral sex

Day 30. Darren/Pig + mutual masturbation

Day 31. Jackson Rippner + ghostface!reader