#cillian murphy blurb

[ssweetleaf]

dark blue.

tommy shelby x fem!reader

summary: you're finn's girlfriend- and you've always received the same question, what's a good girl like you doing with a boy like him? funnily enough, his older brother thomas wonders the same thing.

includes: SMUT 18+, dom/sub dynamics, age-gap (tommy is in his early 40s, reader early 20s, though it isn't specified), innocence kink/corruption kink, cheating, daddy kink, oral (male rec), throat fucking, cum-eating, based on this ask here

a/n: feedback is always very much appreciated!! <3

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“What’s a good girl like you doin’ with a boy like Finn, eh?”

It was a common saying you'd get from various people over the few months that you'd been seeing a certain Finn Shelby-- you were used to it, the constant stares of disbelief that someone like you, someone so sweet, with pretty dresses and full of radiance would want anything to do with an up-and-coming gangster.

It was love, at least that's what you told yourself.

So after hearing that certain question so many times without batting an eyelid, why did it sound so different when it came from him?

Thomas Shelby. Your boyfriend's older brother. All stoic and dressed to impress and intimidate, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth like always, smoking on it without a care in the world whether he was allowed to in a house like yours or not.

He had surprised you, scared the wits out of you-- you were alone in the comfort of your bedroom, sitting at your vanity doing your nightly routine before he had shown up. You hadn't a clue how he'd gotten in, and he was smug about it, the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth a big indicator.

You stood up, smoothing down your nightgown when it clung to the thickness of your thighs and attempted to make eye contact and stutter out a few words.

"M-Mr Shelby," you breathed, fiddling with your hands when you clasped them in front of you. "What're you doing here?"

Tommy's eyes flicked around your room, taking note of your white walls and plush, pink duvet-- the trinkets scattered along your room all cutesy and girly. Just like you and your stupid nightgown, he thought.

"Came here to properly introduce myself," he spoke, inhaling another drag and exhaling the harsh smoke in your direction.

"But we've already met," your brows furrowed, cocking your head to the side impishly and unsure. "It was the other day, don't you remember?"

"I do," he flicked his tongue over his lips to moisten them, eyes still fixated on you. "but that was far too formal, don't you think, sweetheart?"

An unusual shiver ran along your spine-- sweetheart, you liked the way it sounded, the way he said it. Finn never called you sweetheart.

You nodded, in a foggy daze, staring at him with a somewhat dumb expression on your face.

Tommy cleared his throat and you quickly shook yourself out of your strange stupor.

"Aren't y'gonna invite me to sit?" he asked, eyebrows raised, waiting. "that's what polite girls do, isn't it?"

You were quick to nod your head, pulling out your vanity chair and inviting him to sit, just like he had asked. He sat down, the contrast of his dark exterior with your pretty pink belongings had butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach-- a sense that he didn't belong there, but the thrumming between your thighs was obvious that you liked him being there, amongst you, amongst your things.

He stubbed his cigarette out in a little jewellery dish that sat upon your vanity, heart-shaped and porcelain, now covered in grey, smoking ash. You knew better than to chastise him for it.

"You didn't answer my question," he muttered, clasping his hands in front of him, though differently to you, it was in confidence, to intimidate.

You thought about it. Why were you with Finn?

"W-We're in love, sir," you stuttered, not meeting his gaze, your cheeks were on fire.

"You don't look too sure about that, sweetheart," there it was again, that name, a single term going straight to your core, a surge of wetness saturating the cotton of your underwear. "Has he fucked you yet?"

You coughed on your own spit, eyes bulging out of their sockets at his crude question.

"Pardon?" you breathed, exasperated.

His reply was simple.

"You heard me."

"I don't believe that's any of your concern-" he was quick to interject, eyes swarming and dark, consuming you, leaving you to hang your head and cower.

"Finn's my brother," he spoke, "I have the right to know what he gets up to, and I don't want him corrupting a good girl like you just because he thinks he's in love."

You flushed at his words and you decided to answer his previous question, no matter how inappropriate.

"We haven't," your words were soft, quiet, he almost had trouble hearing you.

"Haven't what?" he hid his smirk, he already had you wrapped around his little finger, it was too easy.

"Had sex," you muttered, cheeks searing at your confession.

“Do you want to?” He asked, you stiffened, lashes fluttering and lips opening and closing like a poor fish out of water.

“M-maybe…”

“Come here,” Tommy patted his thigh, signalling you to come closer, to stand between his spread legs and have him look at you much closer. You did as he asked, you were a good girl after all.

“Do you want me to show you what it’s like?” He cooed all condescending and mocking, “Do you want me to show you what big, bad men do to little girls like you?”

“Mr Shelby, what about Finn?” His eyes darkened at the mere mention of his youngest brother.

“Fuck Finn,” he spoke slowly, “you forget about him when I’m talking to you, you understand me?”

You nodded, resting your hands against his shoulders to steady you when he tugged you closer by the frills of your nightgown.

“Yes, Mr Shelby,”

“No, no, none of that,” he shook his head, hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing against your soft, covered skin. “You address me properly.”

You searched your mind for the right term, brows furrowing and lips pouting, trying to think what on earth he wanted you to address him by.

“Come on, sweet girl,” he chuckled, bringing his thumb and forefinger to grip your chin, tugging it from side to side. “I’m your daddy now, isn’t that right?”

You whined, unable to control it, rubbing your thighs together, your walls collapsing and letting your submissive nature come to the forefront.

Thomas Shelby was the devil himself, you were sure— and he was your daddy. Finn had disappeared from your mind completely.

“Yes,” you sighed, all dreamily and cute, leaning into his touch, “yes, daddy.”

His plump lips curved up into a smirk, palm patting at your cheek as if you were a dog, eager for praise-- and you realised that wasn't too far from the truth; just a bitch in heat, eager and ready for her first breeding.

You stared at him, dumbified from those cornflower irises of his, almost hypnotizing, and you were sure you'd comply with anything he'd ask of you.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Tommy could practically see the gears shifting beneath your skull and he raised his brows when you stuttered, a silent 'I'm waiting' when you took far too long to answer him.

"C-Can I have a kiss?" you spoke shyly, thumbing the expensive cotton of his crisp shirt, growing impossibly warmer and not just because of the close proximity. "please?"

You made sure to add your plea, keeping your manners intact, giving him something to be proud of you for.

So innocent, he thought, you really were such a good girl-- something he thought was all just an act to get what you wanted, however with the way you stumbled over your words and fluttered your lashes, more eager for a kiss than anything else- anything more.

Yeah, that was no act.

Tommy fought the smile that ticked at his lips, using his fingers to tip your chin, tugging you closer, closer, closer, until you were a hair's width away. You could feel his lips brush against the skin of your cheek, gently, so uncharacteristic, you didn't think that a man of his status and power could be so sweet on someone.

Though, of course, that's what Tommy Shelby wanted you to think, he wanted you to succumb to the desires that he caused, take you and defile you and leave you wanting no man other than himself. He craved the power imbalance, the sick need to corrupt young, naive little girls like yourself.

Tommy Shelby was not sweet. He was worlds apart from that.

The soft feeling of his lips grew nearer, to your cheek, then to the corner of your mouth, before pecking your lips-- a small spongy kiss, capable of urging a little whine to escape your throat.

He kissed you again, slotting your mouths together, locking your lips one over the other, deepening the kiss and it quickly became heated. Swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, he didn't have the patience to wait for you to open up, instead forcing his prodding tongue inside your mouth, crudely swiping it against yours, sucking it between his lips before running it along the ridges of your teeth.

You didn't think kissing could feel so dirty, so unhinged, but you were rather ashamed to say you liked it. The way his callused hands trailed from your hips to your neck, all the way back down just to take a handful of your behind, squeezing the doughy globes roughly and playing with them as if you were a mere toy.

Tommy pulled away, a long, silver line of spit keeping your lips connected, only breaking apart when he began to speak, pushing at your shoulders and urging you to the carpet.

"On your knees," his voice was raspy, and he cleared his throat, clearly affected by you, by your innocence more like. "gonna teach you how to keep men like me happy."

You instantly obeyed, dropping to your knees and sitting on your haunches, practically purring when he cupped and stroked your cheek.

He eyed you from below him, perched in the space between his knees and he spread them further to let you shuffle closer, your hands on his thighs.

"You're a good little pet, aren't you?" he cooed, swiping his thumb along your chin, "such a good listener, eh?"

You beamed up at him, leaning into his touch and nodding enthusiastically.

"Yes, Daddy," a little giggle pushed past your lips, "for you."

"That's right," he hummed, "just f'me."

You had an idea of what he wanted you to do and you fiddled with his belt in anticipation for his next command.

"You're gonna learn how to properly suck cock," he spoke, "and y'gonna do a fucking good job of it."

Your mouth watered at the prospect of having his cock on your tongue. You sighed dreamily.

"And once I've taught ya, that's gonna be your job from now on-- gonna ease daddy's stress whenever he needs you to."

You nodded, cheeks searing.

"Yes, sir- I'll do anything f'you."

He had you where he wanted you, compliant and ready to yield at his every command. It was too fucking easy, he almost wanted to laugh at your naivety, how unaffected you were by the idea of having another man's cock down your throat, your own boyfriend's brother in fact and Finn hadn't even crossed your mind. Poor, poor Finn, always second best when it came to being compared to Tommy.

You may have been a good girl and did as the older man said, but you were still a whore at heart. His little harlot.

"Come on then, sweetheart, I haven't got all day," he chastised, cocking his head down to his belt that you hadn't unbuckled yet. You had so much left to learn.

You fumbled with the leather that encircled his waist, pulling it through the silver buckle and from the loops before unzipping his fly and pulling his tailored trousers down as far as you could to his thighs.

The bulge in his briefs was prominent and your mouth salivated at the sight, your natural reaction to a sight so delectable, your first cock to suck and it was so big too, you wondered how you'd be able to take him without choking on him. But where was the fun if you weren't?

Your instincts told you to reach out and grab it, so you did just that, palming him through his underwear and feeling the warmth of his shaft jolt and throb against your grip, already hard and you swore you noticed a little wet spot saturating the fabric-- a trick of the light, you thought.

Tommy sucked in a sharp breath, giving you a pointed look, eyebrow raised.

"I'm not 'ere to get teased," he huffed, as if his cock wasn't jumping at the touch of your hand. He took a handful of your hair, tugging it and making your scalp burn. "come on, take it out and get to work."

Your fingers curled under the elastic of his briefs, pulling the fabric down to rest where his trousers were, and the sight had you gawking, eyes as wide as saucers as you took in his pretty appendage.

So thick, littered with blue veins, the colour much akin to the blue of his eyes and you swallowed down all the saliva that pooled under your tongue. His tip was a pretty shade of tan, glistening with beads of pre-cum, slapping against his stomach every time he throbbed.

"I didn't know they could be this pretty," you marvelled, taking hold of it and delicately running your fingers up each prominent vein. Tommy cleared his throat at your unexpected praise, the grip on your hair a lot softer than before, instead of tugging on it, he petted it down softly, watching you watch him.

"Put me in your mouth, darling," you smiled up at him teasingly pouting up at him.

"So impatient," you teased, your confidence rising, before you tightened your grip, puckering your lips around his tip, sucking it as if he were one of your favourite lollipops.

You took him out of your mouth with a soft pop, just to reattach yourself to him, lathering your tongue over his sensitive head, the somewhat salty taste igniting your tastebuds and you hummed around him.

"There y'go, you can take more than that," you hollowed your cheeks at his words, going lower, taking him deeper and slowly you started to bob your head up and down, moaning at his taste and thickness on your tongue.

With a particularly harsh downward thrust of your head, he reached the back of your throat, instantly causing you to gag and you pulled off him, whining and sniffling with tears ebbing over your waterline.

"Good girl," he cooed breathlessly, chest heaving and palms cradling your face, hushing and settling you when you continued to whine out. "Doin' so well, got me a little whore in the making, hm?"

He pushed you back onto his cock, guiding you down, down, down until you were gagging once again, though this time you didn't pull off of him, you couldn't, not with the strength he was using to hold and keep your head down. Your nose brushed against the course thatch of hair that littered his pelvis and you tried to resist gagging at the stupidly large intrusion by breathing steadily through your nose.

You wanted so badly to rise for air, to ease the soreness that started to buzz in your throat, but although this was your first time, a true beginner, he still treated you like one of his most proficient whores. Coughing and spluttering, drool started to slip from your mouth and down your chin, so messy and slick, dripping down the length of your neck, saturating your pink nightgown and settling in the space between your tits.

"Fuck," he groaned, "gonna fuck this little virgin throat, gonna make you choke- doesn't that sound good, sweet girl?"

With the way you sobbed and moaned around him, he took it as a yes, keeping a good, firm grip upon your tresses to bob you up and down as he pleased, thrusting his hips upwards and meeting your mouth in the middle.

You grew light-headed, crude, sloppy sounds filling the air along with your constant gags and you quickly slapped at his thigh, urging him to let you up, to go easy on you and let you catch your breath. He didn't stop, however, didn't even slow down, purposeful in messing with you and teaching you that he was in charge-- he would decide whether you needed to breathe or not.

He chuckled at your vulnerability, stopping his thrusts to to sheath himself deep down your throat and keep you still, just the feeling of you gagging around his shaft was enough to stimulate him.

Eventually, he let you up for breath, marvelling at how you coughed and struggled to catch your breath, your throat feeling entirely abused and sore each time you swallowed. His pretty cock jolted at the sight of you, so messy and whoreish, hair tangled and spit dribbling down your chin.

"Breathe, darling," he cooed, cupping your tear-stained cheeks between his rough palms and pouting at you mockingly, pressing a rather condescending peck to your forehead. "Bein' so good-- almost done, sweetheart, just gotta make daddy cum and then you can rest that lovely throat of yours."

You breathed shakily, settling down on your haunches again and grabbing his slick cock in your grasp.

"Okay, Daddy," you sniffled, such a sweet girl, even with a cock in your hand.

Tommy guided you down, conducting your movements with a thrust and push to your head, keeping you pliant and submerging himself within you, and if your throat felt this good his head reeled at the thought of your pussy-- so tight and virginal, untouched, not even by your curious little fingers.

He'd have all of you soon enough.

You could see his stomach muscles clenching, thighs flexing from under your palms and you hummed around him when you noticed his thrusts growing sloppier.

"Fuck," Tommy groaned, breaths haphazard and shaky, "you ready, sweet girl? You ready to taste Daddy's cum? Y'gonna swallow it all, aren't you, otherwise m'gonna have to force feed it down that pretty throat."

You stared up at him as best as you could, fluttering your lashes, tears spilling and clouding your vision, though you blinked them away, eager to see him, to see the way his face would contort, how beautiful he'd look whilst shooting cum inside your mouth.

One, two, three more thrusts were all it took for him to start convulsing, cock jolting on your tongue and spilling his seed, coating the walls of your constricting throat. He was groaning, moaning out loud, sounds so pretty you had to keep your thighs clenched tight.

"Shit- good girl, such a good little whore, you are."

He continued to ride his orgasm out, until he grew far too over-sensitive, pulling himself out of your mouth and lifting your head up, spent and eyes hooded watching you swallow his seed and hum at the newfound taste-- something you already found yourself becoming addicted to.

"Look," you beamed, still teary-eyed and shaky on your knees, you opened your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue for him to marvel at, completely clean of all traces of his cum, now deep in your belly. "swallowed it all, daddy- just like you said."

Tommy's head started to spin, praising you at how good you had been though he felt strange, heart thumping in his chest at the mere sight of you, he felt soft, a small smile on his face without realising.

He thought you were wrapped tightly around his finger, however he had begun to realise in such a short time it was the complete opposite way around.

[darlingsfandom]

omg cill won a golden globe!! him and younger reader celebrate?? idk 😭

I'm very proud him! we all are 🥺

Gif credit: @edward-munson

Warnings: swearing, face fucking, rough sex

It almost didn't seem real, it was almost like a dream but it was indeed real. You were standing there in your best dress clapping hard enough that your hands felt like they were going to fall off with tears in your eyes as Cillian stood there holding his golden globe. He was a little shy before he started talking. Everyone sat down for a minute as he gave his speech but what caught you off guard was hearing him say your name out loud.

"Darlin, please stand up!" Cillian moved his hand in an upwards position and you stood up to his motion. "Ya see tat lovely lady right there, she's me world! Helped me through out the ups and downs! Never left me side durin ta hard times! She's da best person I know, I love you!" You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands as the rest of the table decided to group hug you as if you won the award, but you did in a way! Cillian was the best boyfriend you've ever had. The rumors the paps had made about you being a gold digger since Cillian is twenty one years older than you were now put to rest with his speech. He finished up his speech by thanking the rest of the cast and crew along with a little speech to Christopher as well. As he came off stage everyone was clapping and cheering him on when you ran up to him and cupped his face to plant a big wet kiss on his nose before kissing him proudly on the lips.

Cillian looped his arm with yours and lead you back to the table before pulling out your chair for you. You held his hand the rest of the night. You clapped for Robert when he won best supporting actor , you made a face at the terrible Barbie "joke" and so did Cillian. The rest of the night carried on and you laid your head on his shoulder to which Cillian kissed the top of your head. Once the night was over the two of you made your way outside so he could take his photos with the award but when he seen you standing off to the side he pulled you over with him because you needed to be showed off! He handed you his award . "See not only did I win, I really won!" He kissed your face making you blush and giggle before he grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way towards the car so you could get to the hotel.

"I'm very proud of you." You spoke up once the two of you were in the back of the car. Cillian leaned in and kissed you hard. Your hands rested against his chest while you moved your lips against his slowly. His tongue pressed against your lips making you part them so he could slide in. Your skin felt hot as his finger tips brushed against the back of your neck so he could pull you in closer. The metal of your ruby necklace felt cold as your body temperature rose. Lucky for you the hotel was a short drive away because if you had spent another minute in that car, that driver would've gotten a show.

Cillian held your hand tightly making way through the paps that were taking pictures, calling your names and yelling questions. You just waved and smiled until the two of you were inside the lobby and making your way to the elevator. His hands wrapped around your waist while his lips attacked your neck. The little ding let you know that you were where you needed to be. The two of you made your way into the bedroom and Cillian quickly had you in his arms once again before throwing you back onto the bed.

His breath was hot against your mouth as he kissed your lips making his way down your jaw line, the side of neck and down to the top of your breasts. Cillian sat you back up to help take off your dress leaving you in a matching set that hugged you in all the right places. His mouth watered as you unhooked your bra , tossing it at him which drove Cillian wild.

"Tonight's all about you daddy." Your words were laced with sex appeal while you dropped down to your knees. Your hands ran over his thighs before unzipping his pants and yanking them down along with his boxers.

"Fuck!" Cillian hissed as the cold air hit his hard cock. You smiled up at him while pulling off his boxers. He carefully stepped out of the pile of clothes around his ankles before looking down at you with those devilish blue eyes that made your thighs squeeze together. Cillian stood there stroking his cock above you making you pout because you wanted his cock, you wanted to please him and he knew it, but he wanted to tease you.

"Open pretty girl" he pushed the head of his cock past your lips and down your throat just a little before pulling right back to which you pouted your lip at him. "Don't ya worry honey..." Cillian slid his cock back down your throat until he hit the back of it making your eyes water. Your hands flew up and grabbed his thighs while he started fucking your face. He knew this was about him and when it was about him you allowed him to do anything he wanted. Tonight was a special night and you had promised him that if he won you'd let him do this.

"Good girl! Takin me fuckin cock like a whore! Me whore!" He grunted while pulling on your hair hard and thrusting hard down your throat with spit dribbling down your chin you were the most beautiful thing he had his eyes on. You sat on knees holding still as possible while he held your head. Your thighs were sticking together from all the wetness pooling in your panties. Cillian pulled out enough to let you breathe. Your lips were swollen and covered in spit, your eye make up had been cried off and the spit and dribbled down onto your chest.

"Up!" Cillian helped you up onto the bed, got you on your back and climbed on top of you. Your lips covered into a smile as Cillian lined the head of his dick up to your pussy and pushed in slowly while holding his hand on your stomach.

"I love you!" You blurted out. It wasn't the first time you said that but it was the first time you said it during sex. Cillian stopped his movement, looked down at you with a soft smile and stroked your cheek. "I love you too." Cillian leaned down and kissed you softly. His lips moved in sync with yours while your hands wrapped around his back and pulled him closer which made his dick go deeper inside of you. Your mouth gasped open so Cillian slid his tongue inside of you making you cry out in pleasure into his mouth. He lifted up his hips before smashing back down into yours. Cillian wasn't holding back anymore! He kissed you hard while holding up your legs so he could hit the angle you liked so much.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as Cillian pounded hard into you. Your moans and whimpers were loud. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly while grunting and cursing under his breath which made you wetter by the second. Your hand ran down between your legs and rubbed your clit. Cillian smacked your hand away to replaced it with his hand, only he could touch you at that moment.

"Cill! You're gonna make me cum!" You pleaded.

"Do it pretty girl! Make a mess of me cock!" Cillian was getting close too. Both of you were panting messes. Your orgasm hit you hard as you squeezed his cock and cried out his name. That was enough for Cillian to have his own orgasm. Cillian held your legs up in the air, looked down into your eyes and came deep inside of you while moaning out your name. He kept eye contact with you when he finished before slowly pulling out, but you stopped him half way.

"No! Keep it in!" You blurted out making Cillian raise an eyebrow. He slowly slid back in making his cum get pushed back inside of you. He laid down on top of you resting his head on top of your sticky chest. Your fingers played with his hair as the two of your laid there smiling ear to ear.

"I really do love you darlin. Every inch of ya, yer me girl ."

[calummss]

Cillian Murphy Headcanon: Dating A Younger Woman Would Include

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the age gap i’m thinking of is 15-17 years, so if it makes you uncomfortable do not read!

a/n: i got inspo from @wouldpollyapprove . so credit for this idea goes to her

i feel like you would meet cillian randomly

at a cafe when there were no free seats left; the cinema, both alone because you’re introverted; asking around for pen, something like that

literally straight out of a movie

he liked that you weren’t up in his business or knew straight away who he was—which you did but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable

you exchanged numbers and went from there

you started off as friends and hung out a lot

but it got you thinking if you were more than friends; if he could see you as a potential girlfriend

so you took the risk

and it payed off

cillian felt the same way about you

both of you decided that it should be kept private for loads of reasons

one being that the media liked to trash age gap couple

when you introduced him to your family they were instantly smitten by him and it ability to hold conversations, how kind and smart he is

they were skeptical of the age gap and talked to you about it. it took them some weeks to get used to it but they liked him nonetheless and knew that he made you very happy

his parents and the contrary didn’t care about the age gap at all, never mentioned it or repeated your age in a judgy way, instead cheersed your wine glass with a ‘welcome to the family’

you moved into his place a year and a half after you start dating

you’re job is flexible so you can work from/in dublin

despite cillian’s fame you’re still able to go on dates

you’ve been very good at hiding from the paparazzi

when the press do get a hold on cillian’s private life and publish a picture of the two of you, the fans go wild

they’re having a field day talking about your age gap

which makes you a little insecure but there’s nothing that cillian can’t comfort you through

cillian’s publicist releases a statement so you can enjoy the piece and quiet again

the topic died down anyways

especially when they caught glimpses of the two of you around town, fully engaged with one another, love written all over you

also can i just say that your first christmas together is the best thing ever??

you two standing in the kitchen, preparing the food in the warm christmas lights of the house, warm air around you two, all whilst slow dancing in a burning room by john mayer is playing

when cillian’s away for work you facetime each other every second night and fall asleep without hanging up

he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

sometimes you visit him on set

and stare at him in awe (well he is hot)

cillian and you are so in love and everyone can see it

[floralcyanidee]

husband cillian with a younger actress reader and he gets jealous ?? smth like that

Cillian Murphy x Actress!Reader Blurb

word count: <200

warnings: just some jealousy

below the cut! not edited (:

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“Who’s this?”

Cillian snakes his arm around your waist, gripping your hip protectively. You turn to him looking a little surprised, “This is my old co-star.”

“I’m Cillian, their husband. Nice to meet you,” Cillian flashes a smile at your co-star, who is fairly attractive- personality and look-wise.

“Nice to meet you, too. I’ve heard a lot about you,” the co-star says politely.

“Good to know,” Cillian says jokingly, but his arm around you tightens.

“Well, I’ll see you around?” your old co-star asks, a little visibly uncomfortable with the amount of smiling Cillian is doing.

“Sure,” you smile gently, putting a hand on their arm as they turn to leave.

“You could’ve been a little less creepy,” you purse your lips at your husband.

“What do you mean?” Cillia asks innocently.

“You know what I mean, Cill,” you roll your eyes.

Even though he knows you belong to him, he gets a tiny bit jealous every now and then.

[look-at-the-soul]

Vows Renewal

Cillian Murphy x Mexican reader (blurb)

Request by anon; thank you for sending in this lovely idea! I already had a similar idea with a reader from Brazil so I wanted to make this completely different 🤭 Que lo disfrutes! Enjoy

Translation in English will be in italics 😉

Cillian felt like his face had been hurting from smiling so much.

It was a beautiful evening by the beach with his wife by his side and their loved ones.

Skin sun kissed, the smell of the sea, the crash of the waves softly as if it was the music background, happiness to the max. What could he possibly ask for? If he already had it all…

His closest family members and friends traveled all the way from Ireland to one of the most beautiful places in the world, there was no other place with a sight like this Mexican beach. They chose that place to celebrate their vows renewal because it had a special spot in their hearts as it was the very same place where they celebrated a second wedding -to give the family the chance, they made two small weddings back then both in Ireland and Mexico over ten years ago- and now they just needed another excuse to go back.

It had been an incredible ceremony, they exchanged their rings and vows both in English and Spanish in a private resort, after posing for photos and taking a moment to welcome everyone they had the most delicious dinner and dessert. His kids sitting at each side of them at the table, everyone thought having a Mexican buffet was the greatest idea ever, as they requested all kinds of traditional dishes to be served as well as another table for sweets and spicy desserts that included from glazed churros to grilled corn with different toppings. Drinks flowing in every direction, everyone wearing a contagious smile.

He decided to take it slow with the tequila that night, there would be plenty opportunities to get drunk but he got to celebrate ten years of marriage once.

Spotting the beautiful bride among the people around her, he smiled pleased. Her dress had loads of embroidered flowers made by Mexican artisans.

“Señora [Mrs.] Murphy?” He chuckled at her surprise. “May I have a word with the bride?”

“Mum! Can I’ve some cake?” Azul their daughter asked, interrupting the two of them.

Y/N raised an eyebrow towards the girl. She knew her father would say yes, her eyes sparkled and lighted even more the blue/green tones in her eyes.

“Puedo comer otra rebanada de pastel?” She asked in Spanish this time around.

“Una pequeña, corazón.” [A small piece, sweetheart.] Y/N replied.

“Yo también quiero!” [I want some too] Whined Oisin.

“Está bien.” [Alright] She agreed feeling a pair of arms wrapping around her waist from behind.

“Quiero postre también.” [I want dessert too.] Cillian whispered against her ear, giving her goosebumps all over her skin.

“Esta noche.” [Tonight] She promised turning around in his arms, she wouldn’t mind getting lost in his eyes.

Leaning down for a short kiss, he could feel himself getting lost in that smile that made him go back in time to the first moment he saw her.

“What?”

Cillian shook his head. “Visiting some memories.”

“Oh… may I know about what?”

“From the day we met,” her eyes danced towards his lips, and up again taking in the way the sunset reflected beautifully in his eyes.

Planting both hands on his shoulders, she rose to her tiptoes to find his lips, as her heart swelled with love and pride to remember also, of that day they met in that film festival in France. She had been chatting to a director and he suddenly bumped into her back distracted, after an apology and making sure she was alright, he smiled, after that moment, they spent the rest of the night together and from then on they never spent another night apart.

Well, except when he was filming.

“You want to know a secret?” His arm sneaked around her backless dress. “Señora Murphy.” [Mrs. Murphy.]

“Of course.” She beamed, brushing away the fringe from his forehead.

“I didn’t bump into you accidentally… I wanted to, no, I needed to meet you.”

Just as Y/N was about to reply something when suddenly the mariachi interrupted the party and started signing, the group received them with a chorus of chants and clapping. Bringing more happiness than they already felt.

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A/N: I hope you like this! The girl’s name Azul means blue (color) in English but it’s a popular name around 💙 thank you for reading I loved writing this piece!! 🇲🇽♥️

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[im-stupidcupid]

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[peakyscillian]

Hello! Can I slide in and request number 2 with Cillian for your prompt list thing. Please and thank you 😊🩵

Hey Scarlett!! Of course you can 😘

Obvious

Once again just fluff!

'Giggling about how their friends haven’t found out about them yet even though they’re being so obvious.'

Obvious

She followed him back into the pub, fingers tangled together as they headed back to the table full of their oblivious friends.

Cillian turned to her with a smirk after a few minutes of rejoining the conversation, she flicked a look across the table before she swiped her thumb across the dark red lipstick mark at the corner of his mouth.

The same shade she had painted on her lips.

No one at the table had even noticed that going for a smoke had ended up with them being all over each other on the deserted street.

It had been weeks, they'd been so glaringly obvious since the morning she'd woke up in his bed with a blinding headache and a satisfying ache between her legs.

Maybe it was the fact all their friends were used to their flirty behaviour, the way Cillian always held her hand when they were leaving the pub, how she always ended up staying the night at his.

Hours later in the taxi home, she's giggling into the warm skin of his neck as he laughs about how obvious they'd been all evening.

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[cillianhead]

i saw a tweet that said “i used to date a guy that would get hard from just making eye contact with me” and my first thought was that is ABSOLUTELY neil lewis

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Neil Lewis Blurb <3 ( 18+ MINORS DNI )

You'll simply just look at Neil and he will whimper as he makes eye contact with you. His hand would slide into his pocket, trying to ignore the feeling of his cock growing hard at you simply just acknowledging him. God forbid it be in a moment where he was bored stocking shelves and was stuck in a daydream of something horribly graphic and sexual, you catch his eye as you look at him as you put labels on certain tapes. For even just looking at him, you were a tease in Neil's eyes.

Especially so on the days where he's feeling extra horny. Sitting on the couch, watching TV, huddled up together real close. You'll glance at him during a fruity scene and blush as you look up into his eyes. And his pyjama pants will tighten as he sucks in air through his nostrils and throws his head back on the couch headrest, stifling a grunt.

"What's wrong, sugar?" You'd coo as if you didn't already know... or feel the erection pressing into the side of your thigh. You had your legs splayed out on his lap and one arm tucked around his shoulders while the other rested in your lap.

He'd huff and roll his eyes. "Nothing... don't sugar me..." Neil grumbled, like an immature little boy throwing a tantrum. "You know how much of a tease you are..."

"What? All I did was look at you..." You'd say with an innocent smile on your face as if you weren't slipping your hand into his pajama pants and fisting his hard cock until he was leaking in his shorts.

"Whore..." He whispered out, huffing and running his fingers through his hair restlessly. "Stupid fucking whore... you know what you do to me..."

You just giggle and kiss along his stubbly chin. "Oh, baby... you need to be nicer to me..." You whisper with a slight moan as you stroke him faster, growing wetter by the moment of the feeling of his dick in your hand. "Just wanna satisfy my sweet boy..."

"Fuuuuuck..." He moaned, arching his back a little as you grabbed at his balls and a little bit of precum seeped out, staining his shorts until laundry day came round. "Y/N... please... it's just... embarrassing..." Neil grumbles with his cheeks flushed a bright red. "How easily you... make me hard..."

"It's cute," You hum.

"Not cute when we've got a customer and I'm sporting a raging boner," Neil's voice breaks a little as he speaks and looks down into your eyes again. "You're so fuckin' beautiful... it's not fair..."

You just laughed and tugged down his pants to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock like it's a sweet treat.

"Th-Thank you... baby... Thank you...." Neil whined as he held back the urge to just spill his load onto your tongue now. "Best little cocksucker..." Still looking down into your eyes as you. took the whole thing down that pretty little throat.

: - )

[feasibilities]

Meeting Patricia 'Kitten' Braden on a night out...

“Mmm, you’re such a good kisser.” Kitten squealed as you kissed her neck. Dancing with her to a slow song had turned into a full-blown makeout session in the club’s backroom. You had her on your lap much to her delight. She rutted occasionally to ease herself. You enjoyed the sweet smell of her perfume. Pairs of hands groped and rubbed at clothed areas of pleasure. You hoped this would never end. 

[huntingingoodwill]

how to steal a million (t.s.)

masterlist

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

prompts: must include: a confession, hurt/comfort, a family tradition, forced proximity

a/n: this is my fic for @runnning-outof-time 's holiday bingo challenge! i hope you like it <3

You hitched up the skirt of your gown, the silk gathering in your fingers and tumbling past your knuckles as you hurried down the hallway. 

You heard your name echo down the corridor, and you swore under your breath, wisps of hair falling from your perfect coiffure as you evaded the voice.

“Where are you? Everyone’s asking after you! Come down and join the party!” 

Your eyes landed on an inconspicuous door, and you scrabbled toward it, heels clicking frantically against the marble floor. 

You slid into the broom closet, hurriedly clicking the door shut behind you. You were immediately plunged into darkness, the only sliver of light peeking through the gap at the bottom of the door. 

You watched that little strip of light fall across your feet, holding your breath. Your fingernails dug into the soft flesh of your clammy palms as you heard the voice get closer, footsteps quickly approaching.

You breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps receded into the distance, the voice growing fainter as the shadow that obscured the light moved past the closet. 

The tension draining out of your body, you sunk toward the door, bracing your forehead against the smooth, cool wood. 

You heard the click of a lighter behind you, and you whipped around to see a man in the darkness, illuminated by the orange glow of the small fire. 

“Cigarette?” He mumbled, the smell of tobacco filling the cramped space as he lit the cigarette that dangled off his lips. 

“Jesus Christ!” You exclaimed, jumping back in shock. 

Your hand shot up to feel around for the light switch above you, yanking on the cord. 

Suddenly, the tiny closet was awash in light, and you took in the sight of a man sitting in the corner, casually nursing a cigarette. 

“Who are you?” You blinked at him, astonished. 

“A guest.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, folding your arms over your chest as you felt suspicion swirl through your mind.

“A guest.”  You repeated, your tone brimming with doubt. “And what is a guest doing, hiding here, so far away from the party?” 

“I could ask the same of you.” He quipped, icy blue eyes holding your gaze.  

“Ah, but I’m not a guest.” You defended yourself, holding up a manicured finger as you corrected him. “This is my family’s party. I’m technically a host.” 

“Well,” He began, taking a puff of his cigarette, silver smoke spilling from his lips as he spoke. “You’re not being a very good host if you’re hiding up here, are you?” 

You gave him a tight smile, eyebrow cocking as you looked at him. You hadn’t been able to put your finger on it before, but recognition now registered in your mind. 

“I remember you.” You wagged your finger at him, beginning to catch on. “I saw you with May Carleton at Cheltenham in March. Tommy Shelby. I don’t seem to remember my father mentioning that gangsters would be on the guest list tonight.” 

“Why not? We’re good fun at parties.” He replied, shrugging nonchalantly. 

“Cut the shit, Shelby. What are you really doing here?” 

“Well, if you must know,” He sighed, bothered by your incessant questioning, “I’m here to rob your family blind.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Your father has come into quite a bit of money recently.” Tommy said, words calculated and measured. “He’s been stepping on the Blinders’ business. So, I came here tonight to take back what’s ours.” 

“How much?” You asked.

“A million dollars.” He sighed, punctuating his statement with a drag of his cigarette. 

“You’re seriously admitting to me right now that you came here to steal a million from my family?” 

“You’d hardly miss it.” Tommy explained. “And, with your family’s yearly legendary holiday party going on tonight, I figured I could hide until all the…” He took a second to ponder, searching for the words, “rich fucks down there were drunk enough. Then, I’d take what’s mine and leave. No one would be any the wiser.”

“Well, I’m sorry to ruin your plans, Mr. Shelby, but I won’t stand by-” You said, turning to leave and warn your father. 

“You’re not going back down there.” He interrupted. 

You swivelled back around, glaring at him. 

“Is that a threat?” You spat. “I’m not scared of you.” 

He sighed, shaking his head. 

“You’re not going back down there, because you don’t want to.” 

“What?” You said softly, your tough exterior faltering for a second. 

“I can tell you don’t want to go down there. So don’t.” He said. 

You reached for the doorknob, but as your fingers grazed it you lost your nerve. You sighed, flexing your fingers. Your hand returned to your side. 

“Move.” You ordered, and Tommy listened, sidling closer to the wall as you squeezed next to him, pressed up against him in the cramped space. You plucked the cigarette from his fingers, taking a drag for yourself. You took a breath, carefully considering your next words. 

“It’s not that simple, you know.” You mumbled, eyes trained on the glowing end of the cigarette. 

“Sure it is.” He replied, taking the cigarette back as you passed it to him. 

“It really isn’t.” You chuckled.

“How so?” You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to gaze at him. 

You could hardly fathom why he’d care. Still, you felt the emotions you had kept bottled up all your life bubble up within your throat. You pressed your lips firmly together, fiddling with your fingers nervously as you felt a lump form in your throat. You felt so silly, feeling yourself unravel little by little, all because the criminal you were squashed up against in this tiny room asked you a simple question. But, no one had ever really asked you about how you felt, living in the gilded cage of high society. It felt foreign, sharing your feelings, and you grew nervous at the prospect of having to do so.

“I don’t know.” You muttered, folding your hands in your lap meekly. You could feel the barrage of emotions pooling in your mouth, the true feelings you had kept hidden for so long ready to spill out. “It’s one of our many family traditions, this stupid holiday party. I don’t like any of it.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, just thinking of it making you feel dizzy. “All the parties, all the gossip, all the expectations. If I make one small misstep at one of these, I’m immediately filed under disappointment.” You rolled your eyes, smiling. “I feel…trapped. It’s better to hide than risk being a blemish to the family because I wear the wrong dress, or my soiree conversation isn’t polite enough.” You forced out a laugh. “Sorry. It probably sounds stupid to you.” 

“It doesn’t.” He replied immediately, and you turned to him, a little stunned. “I’m not going to pretend I know all about what it’s like being a high society woman,” He started, earning a little laugh from you, “But, I think you deserve better than this. You should go. Leave it all behind.” 

You smiled, shaking your head. 

“It’s not that simple, Tommy.” 

“It won’t be.” He replied. “But, I think you deserve better than living a life you hate. I’ve heard about you for a while now. As you said, stupid high society gossip. But, meeting you has confirmed it. You’re bold. Brave. Intelligent. You should do what makes you happy.” He paused, thinking over what he wanted to say next. “I… would like to see you happy. I want you to be happy.” He said, trailing off quietly at his final revelation. 

“Really?” You whispered. 

“Really.” He cleared his throat. "And... if you ever need any help, come find me, alright?"

An uncontrollable smile tugged at your lips. You reached out for him, pulling him into a hug. You felt him tense under your embrace, but he soon relaxed, melting into your touch.

“Thank you.” You mumbled into his shirt, cheek pressed against his shoulder. 

“Alright, that’s enough.” He mumbled, patting you awkwardly on the arm, already missing you as you pulled away. 

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, leaning against each other’s shoulders in the small space. 

“Hey, Tommy?” 

“Yeah?” He turned to look at you, eyebrows raised, noses practically brushing each other due to your proximity. 

‘How’d you like some help with stealing that million?” 

[ssweetleaf]

doll parts.

summary: you agree to let dr crane experiment on you for ‘scientific purposes’.

jonathan crane x fem!reader

includes: SMUT 18+, based on this ask here <3, dub-con, clit play, fingering, overstimulation, kinda innocent!reader, doctor kink, jon being a condescending ass, unprotected p in v

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When you agreed to let Dr Crane experiment on you, you certainly hadn’t had anything remotely crude on your mind. A few tests, you thought, maybe he’d take your bloods— anything to help his scientific studies along and you agreed to be his little guinea pig for the day.

So, when he had you undress and get upon his silver operating table, it was quite the shock.

“Push your knees up to your chest,” he hummed, having you hold them in place while he analysed your pussy, “gotta make sure these tests are thorough, don’t wanna miss a thing.”

Jonathan ran a knuckle through your folds watching them flutter around his digit and coat it in your sweet slick, clit throbbing in anticipation just waiting for his touch.

“D-Dr Crane,” you stuttered out, finding it hard to keep your mewls choked down when he used a thumb and forefinger to spread you open, inspecting you even deeper. “I don’t think this is appropriate.”

You didn’t notice the flicker of a smirk that lifted his mouth before he pouted at you, mocking you, though you had no idea.

“But you said you’d let me experiment on you, sweetheart,” he cooed, using his other hand to pat at your thigh, attempting to somewhat calm your heavy breaths and wide eyes. “It’s for scientific purposes, you know that.”

You bit your lip, unsure.

“For science?” You repeated hopefully, staring at him with glistening eyes, eager to help the young scientist in any way, even if it did mean touching your most private parts.

“For science.” He nodded, “now be a good little patient and let the doctor carry on with his tests.”

Your cheeks burned, but you nodded anyway.

“O-of course, doctor.”

You resumed your position, chest already heaving from the tense atmosphere, peering down at his trailing hands when they squeezed at the fat of your thighs.

Jonathan’s thumb and forefinger parted your pussy lips, opening you up for him and exposing the pretty little pearl of your clit. With his other hand, he pressed his thumb to it, rubbing in figure eights, watching your facial expressions and how they changed with such simple touches, soft whines escaping the confines of your throat.

His eyes flitted back to your cunt, watching your arousal seep with each circle of his thumb, your hole clenching, desperate to be filled.

So he did just that and slipped a finger inside you, curling the digit upwards as it hit the base of his knuckle, and he smirked when you gasped at the sudden intrusion, your wetness just letting him slip right in, having him easily add another finger on his outward thrust.

“Oh, doctor,” you breathed, clenching hard around his fingers, the crude squelching causing your cheeks to burn.

“How do you feel, dear?” He asked, the tips of his fingers prodding at the spongy wall of your g-spot.

“F-feels good,” you managed to choke out, bashfully meeting his smug gaze. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

A virgin, he thought. Of course you were, pathetic little lamb— with the way you shivered from just his words alone he should’ve known. Hell, it made him harder, cock growing and forming a tent underneath his slacks, throbbing hotly and just begging to be released.

“I’m so glad to hear it, dear,” he cooed, reaching up to pat at your cheek with his palm, a little too hard, though you were sure he didn’t mean a thing by it.

With each passing moment, your belly started to tighten, growing warm and tingly, butterflies were flapping around and you felt like you needed to pee.

“Dr Crane, I feel strange,” you pouted, tears threatening to ebb over your waterline, it felt so good, but so unfamiliar.

“Just let go, darling,” he said, “this is what I was hoping for— my tests are going absolutely splendidly.”

Before you knew it, your orgasm rushed over you, your slick gushing along his fingers and down his wrist, your pussy clenching and spasming around his still prodding digits and you heaved out sobs. The feeling was so intense, so good, you hadn’t realised anything could feel as good as what Jonathan had made you feel.

“Say thank you, dear, it’s only polite.” He was smirking, though you somehow mistook it for a smile.

You nodded your head, staring at him with big, glassy eyes.

“Of course,” you breathed, “thank you, doctor.”

You had started to settle, your breathing and heartbeat evening out, until Jonathan’s thumb pressed to your clit once again, rolling and playing with the sensitive nub.

You whined out, you didn’t think you had it in you to go again. You grabbed onto his wrist, clawing at his skin and gasping into the stuffy air.

“In our agreement you said you’d take whatever I gave you, correct?” He spoke, an unoccupied hand grabbing at your cheeks, your lips jutting out into a pout.

You nodded, eyes wide like saucers and you shifted from all the fondling to your poor clit.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, much more stern that time, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowing from underneath his lenses.

“Y-yes, doctor.” You nodded.

“Well then,” he muttered, letting go of your face, directing his attention to your quivering cunt. “You’ll be a good girl and do just that.”

Quickly, another orgasm approached, simply by him playing with your abused little clit, urging you to cum for him and watch your hole quiver around nothing.

One after the other, over and over again, you came around his fingers and on his hand, your body heaving and jolting from the constant painful pleasure, he had to restrain you with a hand to your stomach, pinning you to the table and forcing you to ride out each orgasm.

Jonathan’s cock was painfully hard, and he reached down to palm at himself, smirking when he caught you staring, pussy fluttering at the sight.

“Now for my last experiment,” he pulled at his belt, tugging it from the loops and unzipping his fly, grasping at his cock, he pulled it from his briefs, pumping himself a few times, little beads of pearlescent pre-cum dripping from his tip.

You were babbling, completely inebriated from his touch— he was so long, and just the right amount of thickness, veins protruding along either side and underneath, his tip a pretty shade of red that had your mouth watering.

“Let’s see if you can take this, hm?” He mocked you, pouting down at your pathetic form, tears streaming down your cheeks, long lines of mascara staining your skin all the way down your neck. “M’sure you can— been so greedy for everything I’ve given you so far.”

He tapped his cock against your pussy, the wetness splashing up against your thighs, the obscene sounds of your sopping cunt had you blushing.

He pushed into you without a warning, to the hilt with no resistance, your creamy pussy letting him slip right inside, the mushroomed head of his pretty cock nudging at your spot so deep inside, even his fingers couldn’t reach.

Oh, you felt so full.

“Such a good little patient.” He groaned. “On second thoughts, I might need you to stay overnight— get a much more thorough examination.”

[darlingsfandom]

Idk if u still accept requests but I'm CRAVING an old cillian teaching his young virgin yn how does sex goes 🫠

I am accepting request ! 💕

Warnings: p in v raw, accidental cum inside, lose of virginity and age gap!

Cillian was relaxing on the couch when you came into the room with your hands behind your back. He looked away from whatever movie he was watching to see you standing there with that smile.

"Wat are ya up to darlin?" He asked while adjusting his position on the couch.

"Nothin!" You quickly responded as you approached him and sat down next him on the couch.

"I don't believe ya honey! Ya have dat look on yer face when ya want sometim!" Cillian wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. You pursed your lips together in thought before kissing him on his lips. Your hands rested on his thighs while your lips moved against his in a passionate way. You pulled away slowly leaving Cillian with a smile. "See... I knew ya wanted sometim!"

"I want to have sex." The words flew from your mouth faster than what you thought about. Cillians eyes widened while he squeezed your arm making you whine. "Please ? I know we're ready. We've been together eight months Cillian, I feel ready." His hand cupped your cheek softly before rubbing his thumb over cheek as he looked into your eyes.

"I always said I'd wait till yer were ready. Didn't want ya tinking I only wanted ya for dat." The gap between your bodies closed when Cillian leaned in and kissed you feverishly. His chest pressed into yours while your hands reached up and held his face while his tongue swept across your bottom lip making you open up enough that his tongue went inside your mouth. A soft moan escaped your throat as his fingers traced down your arms slowly before he grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap.

Both of you sat still for a moment taking each other in. This is your first time having sex ever! Cillian respected all your choices. He just recently started seeing you naked as of two months ago. He walked in on you changing into your pajamas after your shower and he was lost for words. Since then the two of you have been walking around naked or you're randomly flashing him your tits just for fun! You were his girl , his stunning girl!

"We can go slow as ya want baby." His thumbs pressed into your hips while you ran your hands over his chest. You nodded your head slowly before taking your hands, grabbing your shirt and tossing it to the side. Cillians eyes lit up and his mouth quickly attached to your nipple. "Sorry love, couldn't help me self! Wanted to do dat for a long time." He mumbled into your chest as your fingers slowly ran through his hair. Yeah sex was new to you, but porn wasn't. You were thinking about every thing you had ever seen to try to make this seem right.

"Cillian... honey... I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do." Your body shifted slightly as Cillian pulled away from your nipple. He picked you up, set you on your feet and grabbed your hand to take you into the shared bedroom. Cillian laid you on your back gently before getting on top of you.

"Don't ya worry honey, I got ya." His fingers hooked into your shorts and pulled them down slowly while leaving kisses along the skin of your thighs. Cillian watched how your body reacted to his kisses. He was amazed by you. You watched as he slid your panties off and your legs closed quickly. Cillian had seen your pussy before , it's was beautiful to him.

"Just relax." Cillian brought his fingers to your mouth and you quickly wrapped your lips around them sucking throughly while looking into his eyes. He twisted his fingers in your mouth before pulling them out and sliding one into you.

"OH!!" Your mouth hung open as the sting rippled through your body. Cillian used his other hand to hold yours and squeeze it while his finger twisted around inside of you. He slid another finger inside of you while pushing deeper making your hips thrust forward.

"See baby, tis just like when ya touch yerself, but it's me fingers instead." His words made you whine loudly. This was nothing like masturbating, this felt better! Cillian scissored you open with his fingers slowly but surely before he pulled them out and stuffed them back into your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his fingers while giving him the doe eyes that got you anything everything you wanted. Cillian pulled his fingers out before he pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung free and a groan left his lips as the cool bedroom air breezed over it.

"Do I... do I get to suck your cock ?" You asked softly while he climbed onto the bed he kissed you gently. He lined the head of his cock up with your folds and pushed into gently.

"CILLIAN!" Tears ran down your cheeks as the sting and pressure hurt.

"I'll stop baby." Cillian pulled back out slowly and wiped your tears away with his thumb. Both of you stayed still for a minute before you nodded at him to go again. Cillian pushed back again slowly making sure to wait for you. Your hands ran up his chest and played with his chest hair a little. Each inch he pushed in you grabbed his chest hair making him moan.

"Look at dat baby, I'm all the way in!" Cillian smiled at you while leaning into kiss your lips. Your tongue licked his lips making him open his mouth so your tongue could swirl around in his mouth. Cillian lifted your hips upwards and started pushing in and out of your pussy slowly. "So tight and wet fer me! Me good girl!" Your hands reached up and grabbed his shoulders to pull him in for another hot kiss.

"Harder! Please!" The words fell out of your mouth quickly. His thrust became harder at your request which made him grunt while you moaned out his name. "Fuck yes!" Your nails dug into his back while Cillian looked down into your eyes. Your little doe eyes were filled with lust, a look he'd never seen before but he wasn't complaining. This was a new level of your relationship. Sure the age gap of twenty two years would be weird to some, but not to the two of you. This moment made it clear how much he cared about you. He didn't pressure you, he waited for your comfort and he was focused on your pleasure not his.

The thoughts swirled in your mind before a new sensation waved through your body. You knew the feeling from your own pleasure before but not like this. Cillian squeezed your hips as his cock pulsed in you. His grunts were getting louder as the head of his cock hit your sweet spot. Your toes curled in a new way as your nails dug into his shoulder blades, your eyes locked in on his as Cillian pounded into your wet cunt .

"I know honey, yer gettin close! Dats me girl! Cum fer me yeah! Be a good girl!" His voice was enough to send you over the edge. Your body lunged forward , toes curled hard, he used his free hand to cup your face so you had to look into his eyes as your orgasm hit you hard. Watching you cum was enough to make Cillian cum inside of you on accident. It felt amazing as his cum shot inside of you , the warm liquid coating your cervix made you smile weakly up him. Cillian slowly pulled out of you and watched as his cum dropped out of you .

He disappeared slowly into the bathroom and came back with a warm wet wash cloth to clean you up. You hissed a little making him chuckle. "Ya can take a poundin on yer first time but a little water ..." You sat up on your elbows and watched as he cleaned up the mess between your legs. Cillian went to toss the rag in the hamper before climbing into bed with you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder as your head laid upon his sweaty hairy chest.

"Next time.... I want to ride you!" You spoke softly while playing with his hairs.

"Oh honey, we can do whatever ya want! Still gonna hurt for ta next few times but I'll always take care of ya."

[red-write-hand]

i just got a ~horrible~ idea

so we all love the trope of bosses fucking their secretaries right? and we all know that this happens in Peaky Blinders to some extent. Now...you've gotta hear me out on this...Tommy fucking his secretary but...BUT...his secretary is a pretty boy who is super good with numbers.

Like Tommy makes him read him back the numbers while pumping into him mercilessly and stopping when his adorable boy stops because the pleasure is simply too much for him. He'd totally tilt the smaller man's chin up with his index and thumb to look at him and tell him "You're not coming until I hear you get every number correct. So, how are we for the next set of races, eh?" And he'd be such a little shit about it too! Tommy would totally tease the hell out of his boyfriend, especially if his boyfriend is an introvert. Tommy would have a field day if his darling blushed easily, even the slightest touch would set his prince off. A feature he would absolutely abuse. Lovingly, of course. He'd also be so sweet. His secretary had a bad day because too many people needed too much from him? He'd let his tired angel lay in his lap while he finished work at home, trying not to move to much so he didn't move his sleeping lover.

Overall, Tommy should have a boyfriend. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[floralcyanidee]

Okay okay okay

So, Jonathan Crane getting a little hot and bothered over a new coworker? Maybe they knew each other from school already and having to work in such close proximity just brings out a flood of previously forgotten feelings? Maybe they couldn't stand each other and now it's just so much worse now that they're are both professionals in their field. Like, I can just imagine him dragging reader off to his office. Previously he considered gassing her and watching her writhe in terror, but changes his mind because he realizes what he needs is to have her begging for him while he has her bent over his desk. Sorry if this is a bit much 🥵

Jonathan Crane Blurb

word count: <300

warnings: insinuated smut

below the cut!! sorry I just got to this lol I’m at work and decided to finish these little ask prompts up (: not edited as always lol

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You and Jonathan had been the top of your class for the Psychology major in your university, often competing for the number one spot. You hated each other. But that hate subsided when you went your separate ways after graduation. Everything was fine until you got a job as a top psychologist at Arkham Asylum, which is also where Jonathan worked.

You were determined to show Jonathan who the boss was. But all Jonathan cared about was making you look like an illiterate, illogical fool. He also wanted to see the fear of God put in you- to see you at your weakest. You always had this fearlessness about you, and he was set on breaking it.

But over time, you actually got to know each other and Jonathan no longer had the urge to use his fear toxin on you. However, your sass was still unmatched. And one day you make him fumble in front of coworkers, to which he excuses the two of you, and yanks you into his office.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, hmm?” Jonathan seethed in your ear as he slammed the door shut.

“What are you-“ you asked, but you’re interrupted by Jonathan shoving you forward onto his desk.

You landed on your chest, heaving out air that was knocked from your lungs. Jonathan realized then and there he needed nothing but to see you suffer without the fear toxin. He grazed your skin with a feather-light touch, ignoring the places you wanted him.

“Please,” you grunted, your legs still pressed together, ass in the air.

“Please what?” Jonathan spat, “You’re gonna have to do better than that for my cock.”

[look-at-the-soul]

Congrats on 500 followers honey! I wanted to ask you if you'd like to write something fluffy about cillian comforting y/n bc theyre having a migraine. I'm sure you'll do an amazing job on this!!! 🥂to more followers in the future 💕

Ange!!

Thank you so much for sending this lovely idea! I read a lot about migraines and now I just want to hug whoever gets one �� I’ve never had one, but recently I felt terrible and I’m sure Cill would make us all feel better.

This one goes for everyone who is sick, especially the ones dealing with a migraine. 💖

🌷A/N: I’m not doctor, nor I have experience with migraines, what I portray here might not work for everyone.

Put your arms around me

Cillian Murphy x reader (with migraine)

Baby I took over your basement for the day. Don’t come in unless the house is burning down, or something bad happens to Scout. Everything you need is right in front of you, or behind what’s in front of you. Love you. ♥️

Cillian left the note on the table and his keys on top of it. Y/N must have gotten yet another migraine.

They’ve tried every single remedy out there and nothing seemed to work, she even went to the hospital once to get stronger meds and monitoring for a day, but it only made her feel worse.

He now knew a migraine isn’t just a headache, it isn’t an excuse to have a day off, and it tore him apart to see the woman he loves suffering, it made him feel useless.

So he went to disconnect the telephone, the front door buzzer and let Scout out to the garden. Then he carefully took a cooking pot, filled it with water and took the pasta out of the bag, making sure he didn’t close any of the cabinets loudly, knowing she could hear every noise ten times the original sound. While the pasta was cooking, he mixed the rest of the ingredients in a bowl, they weren’t sure yet if cheese was a food that triggered the migraines so he changed his recipe a little bit and made the macaroni and cheese without cheese, instead he prepared a special cream full of avocado and spinach both approved by your doctor that provided a good amount of natural magnesium that helped you.

The salmon looked good in the grill and the smell was amazing.

He also cut some dark chocolate bars to give you as snack later, in the right dose, it was so helpful with the migraines too.

Walking down the stairs he opened the door to the basement slowly. Balancing the tray against his body he was proud he managed to make it to the spot where you were hiding under his hoodie with your sleeping mask on, your pillow on the floor, the room in total darkness.

Touching your leg gently to let you know he was near, you managed to crack a small smile.

“Hi.” You mouthed, your world lighting up as Cillian smiled at you, taking his place on the floor next you.

“Hello.” He mouthed back.

Reading lips was the perfect way to communicate while the migraines lasted.

Sometimes you didn’t even need words, just one look and you could see every feeling, every little thing he wanted to say, his eyes weren’t just beautiful and breathtaking, they also showed what was inside of him.

“Brought you some food.” He whispered.

As you were about to say you weren’t hungry, he gave you the look and you closed your mouth, accepting the plastic plate and fork, because the regular ones made so much noise for you to take at the moment.

Everything hurt; the light, the sound the steps makes against the floor, a car honking, sometimes you had vertigo, others you could see blind spots, or have nausea… sometimes however, it was all mixed at once. And all of that also caused you to feel anxious for not being able to control any of that.

But right now, Cillian was the best medicine you could have. He was just so thoughtful, it meant everything to you that he was now used to every single little thing that made you feel better, like not using his shoes around, so he just walked in wearing his colored socks, small things that actually meant everything. Helping you into a seating position, you started to eat the salmon and the pasta he made for you. It was incredible that you couldn’t even stand crunchy food, but the most amazing thing, is that Cillian knew everything by now about it, not like the first time you got a migraine with him and he was using the blender to make a smoothie, killing you for days and feeling guilty about it once he found out.

Cupping his face in your hands you touched his lips with a finger, announcing you were going to kiss him so he wouldn’t be surprised or kiss you back making a loud kiss noise.

Approaching him, your lips found his, feeling how incredible it was to have someone who understood what you were going through. Feeling his kiss back, you also felt his fingers pressing at the base of your skull for a few seconds, a point that might help to get rid of the migraine.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Just put your arms around me, Cill.”

While your arms found their way around his body, he lifted up the hood to cover half of your face, then he wrapped you in his arms.

Feeling a little better after you ate, a sigh escaped your lips.

“Have some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He whispered softly while rocking your body from side to side.

Cillian was giving you so much more than he could even imagine, by just putting his arms around you.

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[peakyscillian]

New prompts list for requests? RUNS 🏃‍♀️

How about… “I like keeping you to myself. Is that selfish?” “No. I feel the same way.” With our boy Cillian?

Love you bestie! xx

For you anything! 😘 love ya bestie! Xx

Selfish

No smut just fluff!

They had spent the whole weekend, just the two of them, Cillian coming back from two weeks in New Ross, to her in his kitchen making dinner for them both.

They'd spent the weekend either lounging around the house, going for walks with Scout or having a quiet drink in the back corner of the pub.

Now they were curled up on his sofa, comfy clothes on, Sunday roast demolished and the latest series they had vowed not to watch without the other person present waiting to play.

Cillian pressed a light kiss to the top of her head, making her turn her face up to look at him, giving him a smile "what's up?" She asked sitting slightly.

Cillian returned her smile, "I like keeping you to myself, is that selfish?" He asked, she bit at her lip with a small giggle "No, I feel the same way" she confessed.

It had been so nice having something so private, it meant a lot of time spent together getting to know each other slowly, no one interfering or wanting to know every detail, just the two of them in a loved up bubble.

It wasn't something they had discussed, it just felt natural they didn't want the world to know, not yet anyway and Cillian liked his life to be private.

It had only been four months the world could wait a little longer.

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