#cillian tag <3

[wyrmscockfortress]

helloo i'm sang, i'm obsessed with my tav(s) and sometimes i post art under #sangs art .

[redwoodrroad]

man it’s like a june in here

[inkyself]

Collection of tags that I have written at some point apparently and that tumblr suggested to me as I was tagging an Alfie Solomon post, specifically an Alfie Solomon verbally tears Tommy Shelby to shreds post:

[rosykims]

elspeth cousland | cillian hawke | ashara lavellan

i was tagged by @shadowglens to make some bitches w this picrew ! thank u sm for the tag sophie MWAH <3

tagging @girlbosselrond @solasan @malefiicarum @faarkas @faerietea @lavinet @abelas and YOU if u would like to :3

[scuddish]

if y'all start seeing some slasher content come from me or reblogged mind your business I'm having a minute

[firenati0n]

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to @priincebutt @suseagull04 @rmd-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @eusuntgratie for the tags! early for me today, what a shocker lmfao

here's a snip from a new actor au i have affectionately named chris nolan!alex and cillian murphy!henry fuck around and find out. i spoke about it first here during the wip game. collaborators to friends to lovers to exes to enemies to grudging partners to friends to lovers:

“And the Oscar goes to…Alex Claremont-Diaz for [movie name]!” Alex can’t hear the applause over the heartbeat absolutely pounding in his ears, drowning out the praise. He gets up from his seat in a trance, his eyes finding the only person at this table who matters in this moment.  Henry is looking at him with adoration overflowing in his bottomless blue eyes—Alex can’t get enough of those fucking eyes. They’re Henry’s moneymaker, that’s for certain. Now, they’re Alex’s everything.  He wordlessly gives Henry a hug, feels strong arms wrap around his shoulder and waist. He presses his cheek into the curve of Henry’s neck, scrunching his eyes shut briefly, knowing the cameras are zoomed in on his every expression. He wishes he could tuck this moment safely away from prying eyes, press it in between the pages of the script that brought them together; he wishes he could keep something for himself in this business, keep something sacred. He wishes he was allowed to want things he can’t have without fear of them slipping away. He wishes and he wants. 

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[pedropascallme]

u said u are always looking for a reason to write jim smut so let me deliver bc i’m actually so fixated on this movie it’s CRAZYYY!!!!! anyways i would like like a build up to a confession kind of? like there’s so so much romantic and sexual tension and it just like breaks and yeah😭😭 idk if that makes any sense but yk!! ok thank u so much!!! you are amazing dude

In Our Perfect Present Tense

Pairing: Jim x f!Reader

Summary: "And where had this sudden, deep infatuation with Jim come into play? Was it sudden?"

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v, fingering, praise kink, Jim can be soft!dom if I say so!! Allusions to canon typical violence, I know Cillian Murphy is 5'8 but Jim is 6'2 in my mind, if I missed anything please let me know!!

AN: Max you make my heart go badumbadumbadumbadum (good) I hope this is to your liking <3 Also continuing to cross tag my Cillian fics because my Jim fics rarely gain traction so we are trying some METHODS.

The cottage was so quiet.

You could hear Hannah shift under the blanket and sigh in her sleep, and though seeing her so peaceful made you feel a pang of protectiveness, watching her chest rise and fall, your mind was elsewhere. Maybe you were still in London, or Manchester, or anywhere else; maybe this was all fake and you had died somewhere along the way. Was this Heaven? Or maybe Purgatory, given that nothing seemed to have changed much.

And where had this sudden, deep infatuation with Jim come into play? Was it sudden?

No. You closed your eyes and his face flashed across your mind; eyes you wanted to drown in and cheekbones sharp enough to make you bleed. Maybe that’s why you kept him around in the first place. You’d never had to help him, save him from the congregation that chased him down the road; never had to take him to your hideout in the underground. At first, (and you knew this for a fact, at least) it was simply because Mark…bored you. He was cheesy and had a chip on his shoulder, and you didn’t like how he looked at you—didn’t like that he seemed to expect you to fall in love with him. Jim made a good buffer. And it helped that he had such kind eyes that seemed to be full of fear and morbid curiosity, and that he was, in every sense of the word, pretty.

You hadn’t been sad when you’d had to kill Mark.

But once you had made it clear to Jim that you didn’t want to fall in love with him, either, your snap judgement fogging your mind, you thought that was the end of it. Thought maybe he would go out like Mark did. And was it really your fault that Jim assumed you didn’t care about him? You didn’t. You wanted him to think you didn’t. Wanted him to think that he was essentially on his own when you ran up the stairs to the top floor, with his head splitting in pain and your legs going as fast as they could carry you. But when he came up to you that night to apologize to you, thank you, hold out an olive branch, it was then you realized that you felt isolated. And, yes, doomsday will do that to you, but it wasn’t just that. It was that even when humanity was rearing its ugly head, Jim still had the time to recognize and respect you; he was willing to put you first in a way nobody would’ve done even if their life didn’t depend on it.

You felt so guilty that night, touching yourself under the covers with everybody else just a few rooms over.

It was one thing to be wandering around the desolate city with him as your only company, but once you had Frank and Hannah (and a car) you felt like maybe, just maybe, there was hope. There was a glimmer of something behind Jim’s eye when you were eating out on the countryside after ransacking the supermarket—and it could’ve been the way the light was hitting him, or the way he laughed with Hannah, or the fact that he was eating fruit for the first time in weeks, but you thought maybe it had something to do with you. Maybe he had figured out that you did care. About him and about the state of things and about what the hell you would do if there was any sort of relief from running away. You thought about kissing him then, and he might’ve, too. There was a certain tenderness in the way he curled up next to you that night, under the stars.

In another life, he might’ve done it for reasons other than keeping warm.

And then, of course, that all came crashing down. It had been too good to be true, and in retrospect you hated yourself for allowing any harm to come to your small posse. You got out alive, but the hope you had was minimal, at best. Was alive good enough anymore? Was alive good enough when you’d fought off every evil you could think of in the span of 12 hours?

No. It wasn’t until Jim turned around, soaking wet and bleeding, that you realized that being alive was no good if he wasn’t there with you to enjoy it. You’d wanted to wrap yourself in him, to feel the sweat and blood caked on his chest and kiss him until you lost consciousness. Instead, you crumpled to the floor in the red dress that had been forced upon you, hugging yourself to his shins and begging him to tell you he was ok. It was mortifying, only made slightly more bearable when Hannah lobbed a bottle over his head. At least you knew there was still humor to be found in the worst of situations.

Shortly thereafter, when Jim got shot, you were certain that it was all over; you might as well follow him out. Maybe you would’ve if it hadn’t been for Hannah crying silently next to you as she floored the gas and begged you to stay. To do something. For once you felt like you had people worth fighting for other than yourself. It made you dizzy.

Which brought you back to the present.

There were two rooms in the cottage; both were damp and smelled like the lint from a dryer, but having a bed was enough. You had discussed the sleeping situation the night of your arrival, and there had only been some mild bickering.

“I’ll sleep on the floor. S’ok.” Jim remained gentlemanly throughout, but it was apparent, to you, at least, that the person with the bullet hole through their stomach should be able to sleep comfortably.  

“Hannah and I will take one, you’ll take the other.” You were blunt, dancing around the subject of who would end up sharing by deciding then and there to divide it based on sex.

“Wha—” Hannah began to protest before deciding to shut her mouth.

“It’s really not that big a deal,” Jim stood his ground, “I’ll find something to rest on.”

“Absolutely not.” And that’s where you ended it. Saving face, dismissing any deeper urges, leaving no time for Hannah or Jim to propose a different arrangement.  

But now that you were somewhat settled, it felt wrong to be in this room. The wallpaper was a reflective pink, and it felt too bright even in the pitch-black night. You couldn’t get comfortable, and all you could do was mull over every past interaction you’d had with Jim. Every interaction, and the way his mouth moved when he spoke, and the way he smiled at you, and the way he had quite literally killed for you—nearly been killed for you.

You felt hot. Nauseous, even, to the point where you felt that you had to move around or take a walk or do anything to feel more at ease. But it just so happened that you felt the most at ease around Jim.

You tiptoed across the floor and into the hallway. You almost didn’t bother knocking on the door, but felt that you at least owed him that decency.

“C’m’in.”

You peered into the room, allowing yourself a small view of Jim’s shirtless figure splayed out on the bed. You smiled, feeling shy out of nowhere.

“Just wanted to check on you.” You excused yourself, not wanting him to think it any more odd than it already was for you to be in his doorway at midnight. “You feeling ok?”

“Better than ever.” Jim crossed his arms behind his head, sitting up against the pillows. You could see the bandage on his abdomen, and his skin covered in a ray of moonlight.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, patting the mattress to encourage you to sit with him. You closed the door behind you. “Why’re you really up?”

“Honestly?” You paused to build tension, leaning in slightly, “Hannah snores.” Jim chuckled under his breath. “And…and I don’t really feel at home in that room.”

“Would you feel more at home in this one?”

“Maybe…”

“’Cause if you’d like it, you and Hannah could have it. ‘V’always wanted pink wallpaper, anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, “No, that’s—it’s not that.”

“Then…?” Jim tilted his head slightly, and you looked down and away from him, inhaling deeply.

“Can I stay in here tonight? With—with you?” You could feel your pulse in your throat and though he responded almost immediately, you felt as though hours were passing.

“Sure, f’course.” Jim nodded; eyes wide with eager bewilderment. You swing your legs over the mattress, straightening yourself out beside him. You looked up at the ceiling, lying on your back and waiting to fall asleep.

“Closer.” Jim whispered.

“Hm?”

“Y’can come closer. If you want, I mean.”

“Oh…yeah.” You shuffled closer to him. Somehow you ended up spooning, his hand draped hesitantly over your waist. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and his breath blowing against the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Comfortable?” He was still whispering, as if he would wake the crickets if he spoke any louder.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah…” You both fell silent again, and you wondered if he could feel the tension, too, or if it was something you had just made up. You turned over to face him.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke, though his eyes were closed, and you thought maybe he had already fallen asleep.

“For what?” His eyes were still closed when he responded.

“For—you know…” You reached out to graze your fingertips over his bandages, withdrawing it just as quickly when you realized that what you were doing was so forward.

“You didn’t shoot me.”

“I didn’t stop you from getting shot.”

“Not much you could’ve done. Three of us and more of them.” He opened his eyes, “Plus, you drugged Hannah, so just the two of us, really.”

You buried your face into the pillow, “Was trying to help.”

“You did.” Jim reached out to goad you from your hiding spot. “Been nothing but helpful since I met you. Consider this me returning the favor.” You managed to peek an eye out from the pillow to look at him smiling at you. He was so gentle. How could a man who had been comatose while the world was thrown into shambles remain so empathetic?

“Didn’t want you to get hurt.” You mumbled, barely audible when the words came out through the pillow.

“Didn’t want you to get hurt, either. Think I went to all that trouble for myself?”

“No.” You brought your head up to fully look at him.

“Exactly. You would’ve done the same for me.”

“You say that with so much confidence.”

“Cause it’s true. Cocky, but it’s true.”

“It is.”

“True?”

“Cocky,” you smiled when he feigned defeat, “but also true.” You quieted again, keeping eye contact with one another. Jim’s smile faded slightly.

“Why did you help me?” He asked.

“Hm?”

“In the first place, by the gas station—why did you help me?”

You didn’t know how to answer. “I needed the company.”

“You had company.”

“I needed company I would enjoy.”

“What if I wasn’t enjoyable?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I was willing to take that risk.” You raised an eyebrow back at him, mocking his curiosity and his pushback. “And…I mean, plus, you were…I d’know. Tragic. And pretty.”

“Pretty?” His other eyebrow shot up.

“And tragic.” You giggled. “It’s not like I saw you tearing down the street screaming and thought that you only deserved help ‘cause you were good looking, it was just—it’s why I kept you around.” You rolled your eyes, trying to stop yourself from sounding too sincere, unsure if Jim was willing to recognize the attraction you had toward him. Unsure of whether or not you were willing to admit it right here, right now.

“You liked me.” Jim teased.

“I like you,” you clarified, “Present tense.” You averted your eyes from his gaze, opting instead to look down at his wound once more. He gawked at you, grinning. Placing a hand on your chin, he redirected your gaze to his face.

“How long have you been holding out on me?”

“What?”

“How long’ve you been wanting to say that? Not since day one, hm? Since we went to my parents’ house?”

“Didn’t want to say it,” you huffed, “wanted to help you stay alive.”

“C’mon, all that talk about how you didn’t care if I fell in love with you? Cared more than you let on, I knew it. Could’ve saved us so much time if you just came out with it.”

“Shush.” You tried not to dwell on his words, the realization that, this whole time, he was waiting for you.

“Say it again.” He gleamed, “say it again.”

You took his hand from your face, holding it in your own. “Jim,” you brought his hand to your chest, “I like you.”

You couldn’t take a breath before he was on you. You felt his lips first, plush against your own, and then his hands over your waist and his legs tangling with yours. For someone who had almost bled out less than a week ago, he was shockingly quick on his feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the release of weeks’ worth of tension that had been festering inside of you when his tongue slipped between your lips. You moaned, hands grabbing at any part of him you could reach: You felt his chest against your own and ran a trail down his spine with a finger, feeling him shiver at your touch. He ground his hips into you slightly and you reached for his arms, pulling him in as close as you possibly could.

“Knew it.” He whispered when you pulled away for air. “Knew it.” He began sucking on your neck, running his tongue over your pulse point and licking stripes down your throat. You gasped at the feeling, still trying to touch him wherever you could. You found yourself stroking his jawline while he sucked bruises onto your chest, feeling the way his cheeks hollowed when he made an especially strong mark.

“Jim—” You pleaded, trying to touch him, feel him, all around needing him. It was almost all too much.

He returned to eye level. “Mm?” He kissed your neck again, soothing over the fresh hickeys. “Tell me what you need.”

“You—need you.”

“C’mon,” his grin returned, “specifics.”

“Please,” you needed to feel everything, everywhere, “fuck me.”

“God, sounds so pretty coming out of that mouth.” He stood up from the mattress, pulling you up slightly to allow him to disrobe you. It didn’t take much effort; the threadbare clothes you were trying to pass off as pajamas had already practically disintegrated the moment you had put them on. He shucked his bottoms off before retaking his place on top of you in bed.

“So fucking beautiful,” he kissed you again, “so, so pretty. Wanted to make you feel so good f’so long.”

Feeling confident, you cupped his cheek in your palm, “touched myself thinking about this.”

“F—when? Thought about me while you touched yourself? Tell me.” It was a breathless demand, and you could feel his erection throbbing above you.

“The night in the apartment. Came on my fingers, came so hard while I thought of how good you’d fuck me—oh!” Your sexy display was cut short when you felt his fingers brush your clit.

“Yeah? Touched right here and thought of how nice I’d fuck this pussy?” You whimpered at the way he massaged you just right, and his words only added fuel to the fire. “Should’ve just asked me to take care of you, baby, would’ve helped.” God, he was wicked. Such a good man, and so, so wicked for speaking to you like this. You arched your back, and he took the opportunity to slide two fingers into your cunt. “Fuck,” he huffed, delighted by how wet you were for him, and your eyes rolled back, “get yourself this wet? Or is it just me?”

“You, fuck, Jim—it’s you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Cocky bastard.” You managed between whines and gasps.

“You love it.”  He continued to push his fingers in and out of you, and a delightful squelching noise filled the bedroom. “Fucking beautiful.” He kept at it for a while longer, enjoying the noises you made for him and the way your face contorted when he hit an especially sensitive spot. When he pulled his fingers from you, you sighed, feeling the low of being empty, until he brought the wet digits to your mouth and encouraged you to clean them off for him. He let out a low groan when you began sucking, using your tongue to gather your slick off from in between them. “Yeah, good girl.”

He slotted himself between your thighs, and you could feel the drag of his cock over your stomach. You looked down, wrapping a hand around him and ogling him; so long, so beautifully outlined by thick veins. He gently grasped your wrist, pushing your hand back onto the mattress.

“Wanna make this last.” He half-joked. He kept your arm pinned under him, and you could feel his tip exploring your folds, until finally he pushed himself into you. You let out a shaky, breathless moan as he shallowly thrusted into you, working you open to take him as deep as you could. When he bottomed out, he leaned his forehead against yours, and you could feel the stickiness of sex and sweat on your skin.

“Good, yeah?” He was still being smug, though ensuring you were comfortable. You felt devious, rolling your hips against him and grinning in response, earning a choked “fuck” from him. “Dirty fucking girl.” He pulled out almost entirely before thrusting back into you, forcefully enough that you felt your back drag against the bed. Your tits bounced as he rocked his hips into you, and he took the opportunity to grab one in his hand, taking the other in his mouth.

“Jim!” You couldn’t remember your own name, could barely remember who you were or how you got here; all you could think was Jim, Jim, Jim. “Fu—uck, oh my god, Jim!”

“Gonna wake up the whole neighborhood?” He was incapable of being serious even in the most intimate of moments, knowing full well that the people in this house were the only living souls for miles. “Gonna make sure everybody knows who’s fucking you?” Your lips parted, letting out small moans and whimpers of his name with every thrust.

You could feel his fingers on your clit again, and the feeling was electric; maybe it was because you had wanted him for so long, and tried to deny it for almost as long, but you’d never felt this good—never felt this perfectly sated. The way he kneaded your swollen bud while pounding into you hard enough to make the bedframe shake, the way he whispered such filthy things into the skin of your breasts, the way he wanted you too.

“Gonna—Jim, I’m gonna cum!” You tried to move in sync with him, but it was all too much; he was everywhere, and it was going to be your undoing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to fuck you deeper. He leaned over you, tracing his fingers down your cheek before grabbing your face in one hand.

“Cum for me, baby. So good, my perfect girl, cum on my cock like this.” You were as good as gone. You felt your legs tighten around his body at the same time as your cunt clenched around his length. You dug your nails into the skin of his arm, and he growled at the way your body responded to him. “Yeah, like that—just like that, sweetheart.”

You were trembling, dripping down his cock and unsure of how to rationalize this amount of pleasure in the midst of end times. Who cared, anyway? You felt fuzzy, barely registering Jim’s words as his strokes became messier and rushed, catching up to you with his own high.

“Want it inside,” you mumbled through your haze, “please, inside.”

“Can’t fucki—can’t say that baby, can’t risk it.”

“Please…” You knew how stupid it was, knew that he would have to say no, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try.

“When we get out of England—when we get out of England, I’ll fill you up as much as you want. Yeah?” He slammed himself into you, and his words bounced around inside of your head: “When we get out,” “as much as you want.” If you weren’t so spent, you’d cum for him again from that statement alone. “Promise I will, whenever you want it, baby.”

“Mm.” You sighed contentedly at his assurance. “Tummy.”

“Yeah, good girl, gonna paint you with my cum.” He groaned when you reached up to brush your fingers down his happy trail.

“Give it to me. Please, Jim. Needed it f’so long.” Your mouth hung open, sensitive and sore from his cock and his hands, and somehow still so needy for him, desperate to see him to completion. He buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent and letting your moans fill his ears as his hips stuttered and he pulled out. You felt his knuckles against your stomach as he stroked himself, finally feeling the warmth of his spend land and spread across your abdomen with a long moan of your name. You stayed like that, both of you breathing heavily, Jim lying on top of you. The gluey feeling of his cum on your stomach and your own between your thighs only heightened when he sat up on his elbow, looking down at you to appreciate how pretty you looked after being fucked out, and you could see the strands of cum dripping between your bodies.

“So beautiful.” He kissed you again, and despite the passion from the last kisses still being present, he was significantly gentler with you in your bleary state.

You blinked up at him, smiling through the fog in your brain, and hugging him close to you. “Gonna have to change your bandages. Covered in your own cum.”

“But what a way to go, right?” He laughed, and you buried your face into him further. “Tomorrow,” he promised. “Need a towel?”

“Would it be gross to sleep like this?”

“Gross? No. Uncomfortable? Maybe.”

“I’ll take my chances. Too tired to wash off.”

“As long as you’re alright.” He brushed your hair away from your eyes, maneuvering himself to look down at you while you were pressed to his chest.

“Feel amazing.” You reassured him. “Should’ve said something earlier.”

“No,” Jim pet your hair, smoothing it down over the back of your head, “this was perfect timing.”

“Perfect timing.” You murmured his words back to him in agreement.

[youthereader]

masterlist.

PAIRING: cillian murphy as j. robert oppenheimer x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Brought on as part of the Manhattan Project, your old physics professor sees you in a new light.

RATING: E; age gap (10+ years), infidelity, period-typical sexism, angst, smut

A/N: Though based on real life characters, this is J. Robert Oppenheimer as played by Cillian Murphy, a fictional character. This is not intended to be historically accurate, merely written as entertainment. 

part 1. part 2. part 3.* part 4. part 5. part 6.* part 7.* part 8.

*indicates explicit smut; please check tags for each part.

Spotify playlist to accompany this fic can be heard here. Read the fic on ao3

[lunarubra]

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Hi there! Welcome!

I'm Ari, in my mid-twenties, and I go by they/them pronouns. This is my little corner where I retreat from the world and immerse myself in fandoms and creativity. I adore fanfiction and all forms of creative writing.

After many years of break, I started writing again, you can find here what I posted for now. My main ship is OC x Cillian.

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Cillian Murphy

Shadow of the Sea

Jiyan's recent move to Ireland was supposed to mark a new chapter, a fresh beginning away from her past troubles. Yet, instead of embracing her new surroundings, she found solace in isolation, shutting herself off from human interaction. Days were consumed by avoiding colleagues and nights were spent crafting furniture and honing her dart-throwing skills at the local pub. But then, one night, something shifted.

Chapters - on going

Part 1 - Eire's Depths [01.03.2024] Part 2 - Dark Abyss [05.03.2024] Part 3 - Beneath the Surface [14.03.2024] Part 4 - Whispers of the Waves [23.03.2024] Part 5 - The Sea Song [02.04.2024] Part 6 - Mourning Tide [14.04.2024] Part 7 - Swell of Renewal [28.04.2024] Part 8 - A Ray of Light in the Waves [14.06.2024] Part 9 - Cleansing Waves [coming soon]

Moodboards and Others

Jiyan Fabris OC Card Jiyan Appearance Cillian x Jiyan Moodboard Newroz Moodboard Bookshop AU Moodboard by @raincoffeeandfandoms OC Interview - Game TAG

amazing dividers from cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics gorgeous banner from @cillmequick

[cilly-murphy]

as my peaky blinders hyperfixation goes strong, i couldn't escape the blorbosis. campaigning for cillian's oscar as we speak. still tagging #arthurpendragonns

tagging some mutuals under the cut <3

@ughmerlin, @stars-bean, @kbishop, @yenvengerberg, @katherines, @siobhans-roy, @morgana-pendragon, @christophernolan, @madeline-kahn, @nathan-fielder, @oppienheimer, @morgots, @tomshiddles, @keirahknightley, @lady-arryn

[wyrmscockfortress]

my other tav, cillian!

[shelbystales]

Ceramic lessons - Part Six

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Warning: swearing, fluff and Smut

A/n: hey guys! Got a little time to work on my stories. But you should know my computer broke so it’s hard for me to tag people using the app on my phone. As soon as I get it from the store I will add the tag list!

oh and please don’t forget to let me know what you think! Hope you like it.

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After a satisfying round of the Margherita, you and Cillian eagerly anticipated the unique creation you had just placed in the oven.

Cillian retrieved the pizza with a grin, the mischievous spark still dancing in his eyes. He carefully sliced it, and you marveled at the colorful medley of ingredients.

"Here goes nothing," he said, serving you a slice of the unconventional masterpiece as you smiled at him.

You took a bite, and a burst of flavors exploded in your mouth. The combination of Gouda and Brie with artichoke hearts, zucchini, and mushrooms created a symphony of tastes that surprised and delighted your taste buds. You couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh, thoroughly enjoying the culinary adventure.

"This is amazing!" you exclaimed between bites, savoring the unconventional yet delicious combination.

“It sure is” he agreed, surprised while taking another bite and you both continued with a light-hearted conversation.

With both pizzas now devoured, you lingered at the dining table, sipping wine and enjoying the easy conversation that flowed between you, the atmosphere in Cillian's cozy home became even more intimate.

Cillian leaned back in his chair, a contented smile playing on his lips. "I have to admit, this might be the most interesting pizza I've ever had. And the company is even better," he remarked, his eyes locking onto yours.

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spreading through you. "I'm glad we decided to get creative. It gave it a special touch."

Cillian reached across the table, his fingers gently intertwining with yours. "Speaking of special touches," he began, his tone softening, "there's one more thing I have in mind for tonight."

Your curiosity piqued, and you raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

Cillian's gaze held a glint of excitement as he stood up, extending a hand toward you. "How about we take this to the living room? I've got a little surprise for you."

Intrigued, you nodded and placed your hand in his, allowing him to lead you to the adjacent living room.

The soft glow of ambient lighting and the inviting warmth of the fireplace welcomed you as you entered the room. Cillian guided you to his cozy leather sofa.

“What are you planning?” you asked, a mischievous smile crossing your cheeks

Cillian chuckled, his eyes filled with playful mystery. "Ah, now that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it? You'll just have to wait and see. Well, actually no. Can you close your eyes please?"

“Close my eyes?” you asked surprised and he nodded “Jesus you are making me nervous”

“No need” he gave you an adorable smile a gentle peck

“Ah, what the hell” you said and closed your eyes.

“No peeking, eeh?” he warned and you nodded

With your eyes closed, he caressed your cheek and helped you sit on the cold sofa before leaving.

The gentle rustling of fabric and the soft padding of footsteps around you heightened the mystery. Cillian's voice, soothing and warm, broke the silence after some time.

"Okay..." you felt him sitting next to you.

“Can I open them now?” you asked smiling, your eyes still closed

“No,” he said, his tone velvety and his voice way closer than you thought

You felt a lingering touch on your right cheek as he gently tucked a stray of your hair behind your ear. The next thing you felt was his soft and wet lips on your cheek.

“hmm, am I the dessert, Mrs Murphy?” you asked, making him chuckle “I have no problem with that, so you know” You opened one of your eyes slightly, to see his desired smile.

“Close it” he ordered and you did it right away, feeling your body warm up to his tone.

He lightly traced his fingers along your jawline, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. With your eyes closed, you let yourself fully immerse in the moment.

"I've been thinking," Cillian's voice was a soft whisper, "that some moments are meant to be savored, and this... this is one of them."

You couldn't help but smile at the gentle words. His fingers continued their dance, trailing down to your neck, creating a delicate caress that made your breath catch. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and closeness.

Your arousal started to grow, a tingling sensation building up between your legs.

Cillian's lips brushed against your ear, his warm breath sending tingles through you.

“Open your mouth” he whispered

You hesitated for a moment, the unexpected request adding a touch of playful mystery to the atmosphere. Slowly, you complied, parting your lips slightly in anticipation.

Something a bit cold met your lips as you took a bite, surprisingly a burst of flavors exploded in your mouth, sweet and sour, and you couldn't help but let out a soft sound of pleasure.

“Hmmm, that's an unexpected delight," you continued, savoring the lingering sweetness on your taste buds. The combination was like a harmonious melody, leaving you thoroughly enchanted.

Cillian grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. You could feel his gaze lingering on you, even with your eyes closed.

“What was that?” You asked opening your eyes and seeing he had a box of beautiful truffles on top of the table

“You weren’t supposed to open your eyes yet,” he said chuckling

“Oh, sorry” You closed your eyes right away, making his chuckle a bit louder.

Surprisingly the next thing you felt was his lips on yours. The taste of the sweet and sour delight still lingered on your lips, blending seamlessly with the newfound warmth of his kiss.

His hand rested on your legs caressing it gently yet eagerly. As he pulled back, you couldn't help but smile, the playfulness of the moment adding to the already enchanting atmosphere.

"I guess this is another surprise?" You smiled and opened your eyes again. this time, Cillian didn't object.

He chuckled, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and affection. "Consider it a bonus surprise. Truffles and a stolen kiss."

“Did you make this?” You pointed to the truffles as you inspected the sweets

“Oh, no” he smiled “I bought it” he chuckled “... I don’t really know how to cook anything sweet”

You chuckled at his admission, appreciating his honesty. "Well, buying these truffles was a wonderful choice. They're absolutely divine."

Cillian grinned, looking genuinely pleased. "I'm glad you think so. Sometimes, leaving it to the experts is the way to go."

you reached forward to get another truffle “Was this the one I had?”

He nodded and you took a new one, and it surprised you as the flavor was even better than the one you just had.

Cillian admired you as you took the bite, looking lost on your lips. You smiled and offered him the other half of the truffle. He accepted with a smile as you fed him. The way he looked at you as you shared the sweet seemed to set fire to your body.

Feeling the heat take over, you moved to sit on top of him, both your legs on his sides. Your lips met his desperately.

His hands rested on your waist, encouraging you to move your hips.

“You know, you look so fucking sexy with those pants,” he said, his hands lowering to grab a hold of your asscheeks and pulling you close to his body firmly. His touch felt intoxicating and exhilarating.

“Yeah?” you asked out of breath and he nodded “Want to rip it off of me?”

“Desperately” he answered quickly making you chuckle and bite your underlip

He worked the buttons of your pants before moving on top of you, making you lay your back on the couch. Thanks to the light fabric of your pants, as he ripped it off it slid off your body as if it was made of butter… and that was fucking sexy.

He took off his sweater and moved on top of you, kissing you desperately. Now squeezing your bare asscheeks.

You could feel his bulge in his pants as you pushed yourself against him. You could feel yourself getting so wet for him, wetter and wetter as you rubbed yourself against his groin.

“Fuck…” he started out of breath “Want to move this to my room? Or are you comfortable here?” he asked

“Here, just fuck me right here,” you said out of breath

“Yes ma’am” he smiled and helped you out of your shirt, following to get rid of his pants next.

Once your breasts were free he just firmly grabbed them, kissing and twisting your nipples.

He took your nipple out of his mouth to smile and move his mouth through your abs to your panties.

He wasted no time before getting rid of your underwear and slipped his fingers through your folds.

“Oh shit” you moaned closing your eyes as he slid two of his fingers inside of you. He took your clit to his lips, kissing and sucking at it.

You moved your hands inside his briefs and stroked him with a firm and gentle hand, until he moved his cock out of your hands.

“Fuck, I can't wait anymore. I need you” he said, freeing himself from his briefs and quickly put on a condom

“I’m so fucking wet for you, cill… fuck” you moaned

“Oh, I can tell” he had a cocky smile on his face as he lined himself with your entrance.

He didn't tease you like the last time. No, this time with one confident move, he slid inside of you, filling you completely.

You moaned as he slid in and out of you. The pounding of your bodies making the couch squeak in rhythm.

His speed increased and so did the intensity of his thrusts.

“Oh yes… fuck yes” you moaned, enjoying the intensity but yet, feeling he could do better “Harder” you pleaded “fuck me harder”.

Like magic, his moves increased. His hand grasped around your throat, putting the right amount of pressure before kissing you.

“Rub yourself, y/n. Come for me” he purred in your ear.

Like a good girl, you complied. You took your fingers to your clit and rubbed it, making your orgasm fast approach.

You clenched your walls against his cock as the first spasms of orgasm spread through your womb and outwards. The feeling of your muscles squeezing around him made him shudder and groan.

With a swift movement, he turned your body, making your belly rest against the sofa back, and started fucking you from behind.

With one of his hands, he gathered your hair and wrapped it around his fist like a rope, holding your head back. His other hand was grabbing at your asscheeks firmily, giving it an occasional slap once in awhile

Your moans filled his house and his ears, serving as fuel to his intense thrusts.

He groaned and dragged you up into him by your hair, pulling you close to his body as he pumped a little harder, a little deeper.

You could feel he was close. His breathing was erratic and his thrusts started to lose their rhythm

You whined and pushed back harder on him, hoping to put him on edge. he wrapped his hand around your throat and released the grip on your hair to find your clit.

You moaned approvingly

“You like that, hm?”

“I do, oh… yes I do” you moaned

His moves on your already sensitive clit quickly sent you over the edge. You moaned loudly feeling your body melt into his, glad to have him behind you to support you as this orgasm took away your senses for a second.

You could hear him moaning in your ear as he was also enjoying his release.

As soon as you both got down from your highs, you both settled onto the couch. Nestling against his warm and sweaty body as the room suddenly felt cooler. He embraced you, resting his head on yours.

"Tonight was incredible," he expressed.

"Absolutely," you replied with a smile, snuggling closer to him.

"Want to take a shower?" he offered.

"Oh, I would enjoy that," you agreed.

The two of you reluctantly untangled from your cozy position on the couch and made your way to the bathroom.

Stepping into the warm shower together, the sensation was both refreshing and intimate.

He reached for the shower gel, a mischievous grin on his face."Allow me," he said, pouring a small amount onto his hands.

His touch was gentle as he started to lather the soap over your shoulders, his fingers creating soothing circles.

You couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation. "Easy there, you might turn me on"

He chuckled, his laughter joining yours. "Wouldn't that be a sight?" he kissed your soapy shoulder

"Your turn. Let me return the favor." you said after some time enjoying his touch.

You took the shower gel, and with a grin, you started to lather it over his shoulders. As you did, he let his head down and let a pleasure sigh

"You have a hidden talent for massage," he said, your hands moving in gentle, circular motions.

“People do say I know how to use my hands,” you said and he turned to look at you

“Oh “people” say?” he copied you, his soapy hands holding your waist and pulling you close to him

“Feeling jealous Mister?” you gave him a coy smile.

“Should I?” he asked and you shook your head

“You probably should know… you are the only person I am currently going out with” you said, feeling unsure if you were oversharing.

“Good, me too,” he said with a smile before kissing you, and you felt your heartbeat calmer

As you were both drying up, he looked at his wristwatch and asked, “hey, it’s late. Do you want to sleep over?”

“What time is it?” You asked drying your back

“One in the morning” he answered

“Oh, Jesus. Time flew by” you smiled “don’t you mind if I sleep here?”

“No, I actually would like it if you did” he smiled, the towel was now wrapped around his waist as he got closer to you.

“Ok, can I borrow some clothes?” You asked and he nodded, kissing you.

“Yes, gotta admit I’ve been wanting to see you with one of my shirts” he admired making you smile.

As you got to bed together, you both could keep your hands to yourself and another round of intense sex led to another quick shower before you both fell asleep.

Cillian was a cuddler, that's for sure. He didn't let go of you the entire night. Even though that's not your thing, it felt nice.

You woke up with an annoying ringtone. You shifted in bed and watched Cillian wake up and give you a quick kiss

“Whats that noise?” you asked a bit lost and annoyed

“My landline” he answered, standing up

“People still have that?” you asked covering your face with your hands and he gave a sleepy chuckle

“Go back to sleep, it's early” he said as he left the room.

Looking around you couldn't find your phone and assumed you left it downstairs.

You turned in bed and checked the time on Cill’s alarm and it was almost 8 am. Assuming you went to sleep after 3 am…. You most definitely should continue to sleep, but you had to start your class in an hour so you got up and went downstairs to find Cillian.

He was sitting in the sofa, a hand on his forehead as he nervously looked at his phone.

“Hey… Is everything ok?” you asked approaching him

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hi, i’m anna! i’m 18, and i use she/her pronouns!welcome to my blog! i write for skrunkly internet boys! this is an 18+ nsfw account, if you have a blank blog or if your age isn’t visible on your blog, you will be blocked. minors dni!!

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- josh o’connor (patrick zweig)

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[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 2

"Started without me?" Cillian said, as the bartender placed down your beer in front of you.

"Yea, was thirsty" Zoe said, taking a sip. "Would you like anything? I have a tab open"

"I'll take a Guinness. Irish" He said to the bartender, who nodded.

"Oh, fitting" Zoe said, as the bartender placed his drink down in front of him.

"what you mean?"

"well, you're like the token Irish actor of the moment, of course you drink Guinness" Zoe replied, taking another drink of her beer.

"You're talking like someone who's never had a Guinness"

"You're correct, never have"

"You gotta try. Right now," Cillian said, holding out his drink.

Zoe hesitantly took his glass from him, and brought it to her lips. Once the liquid passed her lips, she choked back a cough.

"That's disgusting," She said, eyes squeezed shut and handing him the drink back, "You drink that for fun???"

Cillian laughed and took a swig of the drink. "Ahh, your generation ruined drinking. All any of you youngin's want is seltzers and shit"

"My generation - I'm literally drinking a beer" Zoe said, motioning to her half drank glass. I'm gonna need another one of these I think, she thought to herself.

"Ohhh, now who doesn't like being typecast," he replied, eyebrows raised with a smirk.

"yea.. but my observation was right... you're Irish and ordered a Guinness. You're just wrong" Zoe replied. This is off to a good start, she thought.

"You can't tell me you never had one of those stupid seltzers before in your life" Cillian replied.

"Of course I have, but they're not my favorite. If they were, I would of ordered one of the stupid seltzers, and I didn't, right?" She said, looking at the bartender for help.

"If it's any consultation, we don't sell any of the stupid seltzers you speak of" said the bartender carefully, who was staring at them wide eyed as they argued over something within 30 seconds of him arriving.

"Alright. whatever. Lets get this over with," Cillian said, downing his drink and asking for another.

Zoe let out a laugh. One of first things she read about him when she was assigned this interview was that 1) Cillian Murphy was insanely private, 2) he's in the middle of a messy divorce, and 3) He HATES interiews.

"What's funny?"

"wow, so it's true - you really hate interviews" Zoe said, also asking the bartender for another drink.

"It depends. I like talking about the work. Not about me. And not about my life. You people think you can have access to every little aspect of actors lives" Cillian mumbled, watching the bartender pour his drink.

"Well, I'm sorry I bother you so much. If you'd like, we can reschedule -" Zoe started, already annoyed and wanting to go home.

"No no, it's ok, sorry. Just came from a meeting with my lawyer across town. It was last minute. that's why I was late. Sorry. Let's start" Cillian said, sighing and motioning to her tape recorder.

Zoe took a deep breath. Be professional, she thought. Do your job. Then you can go home and put on sweats and not leave the couch for the rest of the night.

"I promise, this won't take long" Zoe said, pressing the record button. "An hour, tops."

Zoe woke up with a massive headache.

I can't drink like this anymore she thought, eyes still closed.

God, I drank so much I fell asleep on the other side of the bed she thought, as she reached out for her phone which she was hoping to be on her end table, still with her eyes closed.

Her eyes hit what she felt like was a shoulder blade. Her eyes shot open.

She was not in her apartment. She was not in her bed. She was not in her room.

And she wasn't alone.

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[doriansredroses]

✨ Introduction Post ✨

I finally made one. Some things you should know…

-My name's Willow Everheart, but just call me Willow. Of course it’s not my real name but it’s my online pseudonym.

-I am 18+ but this is a minor safe blog. Don’t follow if you’re uncomfortable following a girl in college. If I do end up making you uncomfortable, kindly tell me what’s going on and we can work things out.

-I do not post nsfw. I am ace. I also grasp that minors do follow me so I try to keep things down to a minimum. I do post some nudity in terms of art (you know, the famous artworks and stuff). I’m an art nerd.

-My fandoms are all over the place but you can figure them out from the content on my blog. My current main ones are Team Fortress 2, Disney, the classic Barbie movies, classic literature (mainly Dracula, The Picture of Dorian Gray, and Pride and Prejudice), some musicals, and I’m probably forgetting some. Oh and I simp for Cillian Murphy.

-I have a few tags: #willow writes (for my writing), #willow rambles (for random thoughts that aren’t tagged otherwise), #willow rants (for my ranting), and #ask game/#ask game answers (for the ask games)

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posted fics | my ao3

multichaps:

the leaves of a silver maple - multiple ratings, each chapter a standalone prompt, ranging from fluff to angst to h/c to crack!

the full spectrum of human emotion - complete, M, 54k, the proposal (2009) au, fake dating, marriage of convenience, banter, romcom vibes, mild angst, introspection

one shots:

you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be - T, 7.7k, au, sequel to angel!henry, tooth-rotting fluff, mild angst and hurt/comfort, introspection, ethereal beings

who would've thought that a guy like henry would double as a superstar? - T, 6.4k, hannah montana au, crack, fluff, angst, extremely fun and silly

and all i can taste is this moment, and all i can breathe is your life - T, 9999, city of angels au, angel!henry, lawyer!alex, happy ending

who truly stuck the knife in first - M, 3.7k, spy au, sexually charged wrestling

cause you're classic, and i'm reckless - T, 5.5k, actor au, inspired by ryan gosling / rachel mcadams

keep me up all night / i wanna scratch your surface - M, 1.3k, roommate au, prose, dreamy, part 2 in series

each time we touch / i wanna take too much - M, 1.3k, college roommate au, fingers in mouths, pining, part 1 in series

An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat - T, 5k, college au, tiktok au, crack, fluff

our world, mine and his alone (the midnight train to go) - T, 3k, college au, meet-cute, crack, fluff

other media for my fics (art, podfics, etc)

angel!henry art by @geonbaeeee

angel!henry and lawyer!alex by @anincompletelist

angel!henry and lawyer!alex moodboard by @juloviz

angel!henry art by @hollivens

angel!henry moodboard by @ash-morrison

amateur's guide moodboard by @benwvatt

amateur's guide podfic by @kiwiana-writes

proposal au cowboy alex by @seanchaidh7

worm fic podfic by @thirdeye1234

wips and snips:

the full spectrum of human emotion - the proposal (2009) au

chris nolan!alex x cillian murphy!henry - actor au

queerano - cyrano de bergerac au

herny mountana - hannah montana the movie au

carmy!alex - the bear au / alex character study

forehead kisses - college roommate au, tiktok au

other tags:

roop writes - any post with my writing

wip wednesday - wip weds writing challenges

several sentence sunday - sunday writing challenges

tag games

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