#he'd probably like cillian though

[mypoisonedvine]

emmet or bearded cillian who is dads best friend but is also a mechanic or something and he fixes your car and u thought it would be free but he wants a specific form of payment IF U CATCH MY DRIFT and everything is dirty and grimmy and maybe against the side of the car or inside whatever you like

i love your writing so so much im yelling any time you post something new, have a good day <3

THIS IS SO EMMETT CODED OMFG IT'S PERFECT

length: 1.7k

warnings: SMUT (18+ only!!), unspecified age gap (but everybody is an adult), semi-public sex, oral f receiving, creampie

"Well, I think she'll live," he announced with a laugh as he stood up, wiping oil-covered hands on a rag. "Just needs a new spark plug and probably a patch on the fluid exchange."

You chewed your lip as you pretended not to be a total idiot about cars. "How much is that gonna put me out for?"

He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that too much, honey. Your dad's a good friend, we'll just call it even."

"No, Em," you sighed, stepping closer to him-- having to walk carefully so you wouldn't trip on any toolboxes left out on the garage floor. "Come on, let me at least pay for the parts or something."

He shook his head, giving you one of those smiles that melted your heart just a bit. "You've been too good to me already, sweetheart. Don't worry about me."

You felt a little awkward, realizing he was referring to how you'd helped him after his ex-wife moved out. There wasn't much you could do, of course, but you'd tried to show your support-- first by bringing some food over, first a casserole and then allegedly 'extra' cookies, even though you were a little worried he'd be offended by the possible suggestion that he couldn't cook for himself. Then, you'd given him advice on how to keep the zinnias out front alive, since their normal caretaker was too busy running away to California with her hairdresser to water them. He seemed to appreciate that, and your heart might have skipped a beat when your hands brushed against his while you were gardening together.

(Um, it was a male hairdresser, by the way. Not that it matters a whole lot...)

Maybe you would let him give you free work on your car, if you didn't happen to know that the auto shop was struggling at the moment. Sure, you figured he'd give you a deal, because that was just who he was, but you never expected to take his time and spare parts for nothing in return. "Em, please," you frowned, leaning against the hood of your car just after he'd shut it. "Let me make it up to you-- you're working so hard for me."

As his eyes fell on you, you suddenly noticed a new darkness in them; he was looking you up and down, making you shudder slightly as he leaned closer. "Jus' tryin' to take care of you, honey," he said, a little softer, and you fought the urge to bite your lip. "Can't let you drive around town in somethin' that might break down any minute."

"Well, I can't let you eat TV dinners every night," you smiled in reply. "How about I pay you back in meals, hm? You liked the chicken casserole, right?"

"Yeah, you're a good cook," he relented, "I guess I can't turn down an offer like that, can I?"

"Good," you grinned, "then I'll bring something over tonight."

"But what if I'm hungry for somethin' else?"

You got a little shaky all of a sudden, and tried not to get your hopes up-- you were probably imagining the sultry tone to his voice...

"Somethin' a little sweeter than casserole," he added, closing the space between you and lifting your chin so you would look up at him.

"...cookies?" you wondered with a weak voice, and he laughed softly.

"Don't get me wrong," he replied, "your cookies are great. But I think you know that's not what I'm talkin' about."

You didn't know how to respond to that... you weren't even sure if you supposed to respond. Apparently, he got whatever he needed just from looking into your eyes.

"Sit on the hood, honey."

He knelt in front of you as you did what you were told; he kept his eyes locked with yours as long as he could, until he started to spread your legs slowly and his gaze had to dart down under your dress.

"Oh, sweetheart," he sighed heavily, making you struggle not to press your thighs together to satisfy your sudden desire for friction. "Look at those cute little panties-- can I take 'em off for you?"

"Y-yes, please," you nodded, and he gave you a little smile as he reached up under your dress to slowly-- so painfully slowly-- pull them down your thighs.

You opened your legs perhaps a bit too eagerly once he'd slipped the panties off around your shoes and stuffed them into his pocket-- yes, you'd noticed that-- and he bit his lip at the sight, pushing your dress up just enough to get a good view. "Baby," he growled, "you're just too perfect."

You thought maybe he'd ask again, like he had before he took off your panties-- maybe just because he knew you'd say yes. But he didn't: he just dove right in all of a sudden, making you gasp and moan as his tongue and lips explored all over you.

He devoured you with every lap, humming and moaning between those beautifully filthy, wet noises the whole ordeal created.

"P-please," you gasped, running your fingers through his long, wavy hair.

"Oh, honey," he groaned proudly, pulling back slightly to look up at you before delivering a gentle peck to your swollen clit. "You sound too cute when you're beggin'."

Going back in again, he sucked harder on your clit until your thighs instinctively clamped down on his head-- which didn't deter him at all, anyway. "E-Emmett, fuck, just like that--" you choked out, holding tighter to his hair, "oh fuck!"

Groaning encouragingly, he slid his tongue inside you and shut his eyes tight as you started to rock your hips on his face.

He found a pattern pretty quickly, holding you steady by your thighs so he could force every sensation on you; he teased your opening with his tongue, but focused mostly on your clit until you were shaking all over. You kept trying to tell him you were going to come, but it was obvious by how hard you struggled to put a sentence together. When you did come on his tongue, it was quieter than you expected-- a silent scream, which broke into a long, low moan when you were actually able to breathe again.

His tongue on your clit became too much all of a sudden, and your hand in his hair started to push him away. Thankfully, he did stop, and you started to slowly come back to reality.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up to face you again, starting to open his jeans quickly.

"Fuck, Em," you panted as you tried to catch your breath, blinking the blur out of your eyes to get a better view of his proud, tilted grin. "What'd you do that for?"

"Just needed to hear you scream, princess," he winked, reaching into his boxers. "And I figured I won't last long when I'm inside ya, anyway-- s'been a while..."

He pulled his cock out of his pants, instantly pressing the tip up to you and lining himself with your opening.

"And I like the idea of still being able to smell your pussy in my beard tomorrow," he added, just before he slid inside your waiting channel.

He grunted as he filled you, head falling back with a heavy sigh through his nose. "O-oh," you choked out, grabbing one of his shoulders to stay stable as he started to move.

"God, baby," he purred, "I was right-- fuck, I won't last. Sorry, but I've been waitin' too damn long..."

You wanted to tell him that you didn't care-- that you actually thought it was insanely sexy how affected he was by all this-- but when you opened your mouth, you could only moan desperately. Your previous orgasm had left your insides all sticky and sensitive, every thrust overwhelming you with tension and friction. And thank god for how wet it had made you, too, or you might have had more trouble fitting his generous girth inside you...

"Knew you'd be so good for me," he grunted, "such a good girl-- wanted you for so long, honey."

You whimpered behind a bitten lip, blinking up at him expectantly. "How long?"

He smirked a little, before leaning in to kiss your neck playfully-- teasing your pulse with the very tip of his tongue. "I shouldn't say," he mumbled.

"Please," you gasped, "god, Em-- I gotta know..."

"Before the divorce," was all he'd say, but that was enough to make you quiver inside-- you'd always wondered, hoped, that he shared your interest, but you had spent most of your time pretending you didn't have a crush on him since he was closer to your dad's age and, you know, married. At the time. "She used to get mad at me when she caught me lookin' at you," he admitted with a low chuckle that made chills run up your spine in delight. "She was jealous of how fuckin' pretty you are... how sweet you are... how good you are..."

"Emmett," you whimpered, clinging to him tighter, "Em, please, I'm so close--"

"Fuck, baby, g'na come again?" he taunted with a grin, one of his hands tightening its grip on your waist. "Go ahead, honey, give my cock a nice li'l squeeze, huh?"

"Yes, fuck, yes," you gasped. "Fuck!"

"Not too loud, sweetheart," he warned, "got another mechanic in the other garage-- don't want him hearin' you... don't want anyone hearin' those pretty sounds but me, okay, princess?"

But he found a much more reliable way to shut you up: he kissed you, hard and desperate, and you moaned against his lips as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your whimpers of his name were almost unintelligible as he kissed you, but he clearly understood them: he fucked you harder, faster, deeper, grunting promises to come inside you and leave you dripping with his come for the rest of the night. You encouraged him as best you could while being totally speechless-- and with a whine, you came around him just before he filled you with a gruff purr of his own.

Sighing, he dropped his head onto your shoulder, running his fingers down your back through your dress to make you shiver in his arms one more time. "Beautiful," he praised under his breath, kissing softly beside your ear. "So beautiful, honey..."

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around him in a lazy embrace. "You're the one that's too good to me, Em," you whispered. "When did you figure out I had a crush on you?"

"Sometime after you brought me the casserole, but before you came on my face."

[cillianhead]

Cillian married to high libido wife

Yes yes yes yes!

Thank you for your request <3

In Your Car, I'm A Star || Cillian Murphy x Reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v, semi-public sex, vulgar language, sex in a car, unspecified somewhat large age gap between Cillian and reader, general adult content ahead. I'd also like to warn that this is a bit wordy and rambly and probably poorly written but I hope you enjoy it anyways!

18+ Minors DNI

Insatiable little thing, you are, Cillian always said. Ever since you two had first met you couldn't keep your hands off of each other, the mental and emotional connection was there, of course, the love was real, and that made the physical contact so much better. His hands over your body, cock in your mouth, hands in your hair, you sitting in his lap... it didn't matter what you were doing, you just had to be touching him at all times.

You got married after a year spent together, and you'd go wherever he went, Cillian never wanted you to leave his side, he was madly in love with you, you were his muse, his everything. You two were devastatingly in love, two twin flames, you were meant to be together. No matter the age gap or what the public thought about you and how much younger you are than Cillian. Cillian didn't care, he just loved you for you.

Now Cillian being an older man, sometimes he can't handle your high libido. At first in your relationship, it was ridiculous how much sex you two were having, it was a constant. You'd go to work and then you'd see him and your clothes came off within a blink of an eye and you'd milk Cillian dry and then you'd still be begging for more. You've done it in every single room of your home, in his car, in a public park, and in other morally questionable places that you'd rather not discuss with anyone else but him. You've slowed down a bit but you're both at a healthy at least twice-a-day sort of thing. How could you not want to constantly ravish him? You have him all to yourself, completely wrapped around your finger... or maybe you were wrapped around his. He had learned ways to tame you like a wild horse, ways to get you to calm down like stuffing you full of his fingers, letting you ride his thigh while he worked, shoving his cock down your throat to mute your bratty requests. You always got what you wanted though... how could he ever deny you, his sweet little wife, of what she so desperately craved?

Now you were sat in an award ceremony, restless, knee bouncing up and down. A deep maroon gown was your outfit, pearls tightly clasped around your neck, you were dressed elegantly and stood out amongst the crowd, especially when you sat next to the one and only Cillian Murphy. He wore a sheer button-up, in complete black, he looked incredibly mysterious and honestly, you were ready to pounce on him like a jaguar would to its prey. Unfortunately, you were surrounded by hundreds of people, most of whom were some sort of important celebrity figure and you knew Cillian would hate to make a scene.

"Show's almost over, sweet thing," Cillian whispered in your ear, his hand slipped onto your bare thigh, in between the slit of your crimson dress. "Then we'll get outta here..." You knew he could feel your hungry eyes on him all night.

He hadn't touched you all night long- wait that's actually a lie, he'd eaten you out to settle you down a bit before you got to the venue but that wasn't enough. It never was with you. But the feeling of his fingers caressing the skin on your inner thighs made you feel like you could cum right then and there. Cillian continued to suggestively stroke your sensitive skin as the night went on. People would walk over to greet Cillian, but his hand was covered by the cloth of the table so no one could see his hand gripping onto your thigh in annoyance of having to talk to someone who wasn't you. He didn't stand up, he just remained seated, nodding along and smiling as politely as he could to this person just trying to make conversation.

As soon as you got the signal that you could leave, Cillian grabbed your wrist and pulled you protectively into his side, guiding you by your lower back out of the event and towards where he had his car. It was all too swift for you to truly process, having him push you down into the passenger seat before he himself sat in the driver's seat. You watched him as he leaned over to put the car in reverse, the way he looked back out at the road, one hand on the headrest of your seat, so focused and oh so sexy.

"Cillian..." You whined, he was driving way too slow and your home was way too far for your liking. "I need you now."

"I know," He smirked at you briefly before sticking his eyes back on the road. "Trying to get us home as fast as possible, love."

"No," You complained. "Need you. Right now."

Cillian glanced at you with an incredulous look before he swerved over to the side of the road, a bit too reckless and at this point, it didn't matter... you just needed to be fucked. It was a somewhat secluded area, a dimly lit backstreet that only the occasional passerby would walk at this hour. "Get in the back." Cillian hummed cooly, checking himself out in the rearview mirror as you slipped into the backseat, spreading your legs for him with anticipation.

"Cillian... hurry..." You whispered, he was combing through his hair, occasionally making eye contact with you through the mirror before he sighed and stepped out of the car. Casually strolling over to your side of the car. Cillian opened the car door, crawling into the backseat with you and connecting his lips with yours as his fingers trailed up your shaky legs. His touch was like a drug, you couldn't get enough of the feeling of Cillian's skin on yours, no matter how little or how much you got of it.

The kiss was wet and sloppy, tongues thrashing together, teeth biting down on each other's lips. It was like you were racing to see who could consume each other faster... harder... deeper. Cillian's hand reaches up and unzips your dress, the straps falling off your bare shoulders until he tugged it off of you completely. Naked and horny in the back of his car.

"Fucking hell," Cillian gasps out at the sight of you, jaw agape as he eyes you up and down. "What am I to do with you? Hmm? So fucking beautiful." He leans in again, attaching starving lips to the hot skin of your neck, sucking deep bruises into the skin. "I'm the luckiest man in the world." You just smiled bashfully, Cillian was incredibly affectionate, especially verbally. He always told you how he was the luckiest man in the world or how you're a goddess that needs to be worshipped. You felt like it was the other way around.

You grabbed ahold of his coat, pulling it roughly off of him. "I love you in this shirt, Cillian..." You whispered, tenderly rubbing the palm of your hand over his chest. "So pretty." He just looked at you, eyes deeply filled with a wonderful concoction of lust and love. You knew that look, you'd seen it a million times; his lips parted, panting heavily, eyebrows knitted together, eyelids hung heavy, and pupils wide. It was the look of love. A look that said 'Take me, I'm yours'.

By now, you had straddled him, pushing him up against the backseat and unzipping his pants, you wanted to keep him in his shirt, you wanted to admire the view. In the backseat of his car, you slipped his cock out of his dress pants, the dirty act turning you on even further as you stroked him slowly, getting off on teasing him.

"Stop your teasing," Cillian grunted, eyes squeezed shut as he bucked up into your fist. "I know you need me just as badly as I need you, baby."

"Mmm," You caught your lip in between your teeth, rubbing your clit on the head of his dick before slowly sliding down on him. "I wish you could always be inside me, feels so good."

"I know, honey," Cillian leaned his head into the crook of your neck, taking in deep breaths as you began rocking your hips back and forth. "Ride me, baby, that's it... good girl..." He moaned loudly and desperately, hands gripping onto your hips with a sense of urgency, helping guide you back and forth on his hard cock.

You threw your head back, giving Cillian a show, tits bouncing right in front of his face and fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders. The windows fogged up and the car rocked back and forth with each rough movement you made.

"Fuckin whore," Cillian snarled, growing closer and closer to the edge himself, head hazy and eyes watching you intently. "Can't believe how fucking horny you are all the time, can never get enough of me, can you?" He tapped your cheek with two of his fingers to get you to respond.

"No, just love you so much... I want... you all the time."

"So cute," He chuckled, you hung your head low with embarrassment at him calling you 'cute'. "My pretty girl, hmm.... my angel girl, I love you." He praised. Your hands slid up your waist and groped at your tits, fingers twiddling your nipples, making you moan further. There was no doubt that if anyone were to even just casually walk by they could tell what was going on. There was no point in hiding it now.

"God... fuck..." Your eyes were squeezed shut, mewling at the way his hands held your body and the sounds of his fucked out gasps for air. "Want your cum inside me, please!"

"Y'know I'll give it to ya, sweetheart, you've just gotta go on and take it from me."

You immediately dove in and kissed him, mouths open against each other, not really kissing, just sucking in each other's air. You felt spurts of hot cum shoot up into you as you began unravelling yourself, moaning with satisfaction at the feeling of him filling you up.

"Come on, that's it," Cillian mumbled in your ear. "So good... fuckin' so good to me, baby love."

He coaxed you through your orgasm, knees giving out around him as you fully sank down on his cock that still weakly spat his seed into you. You bit down on his neck, a tear slipping down your face, probably further ruining your makeup as your cum seeped out of you.

You sat there for a little longer, panting, coming down from how hard you came. "Thank you... Cillian."

"No need to thank me," He chuckled, pressing a loving kiss to your temple before pulling you back by your hair to take a look at your tired face. "Look so pretty after you fuck me, my goodness, I'm so bloody lucky." "Oh hush," You shook your head, biting your tongue and grinning at him coyly. "You're so sweet to me."

Cillian kissed you tenderly, hands cradling your head as you showed all your love and devotion to each other in the form of a kiss. "Let's go home and rest, yeah?" Cillian hummed, you nodded as you slid off of him. In unison, you both let out your own whimpers of sensitivity.

By the time you got home, it was around midnight or a little past midnight. You both immediately went up to your shared bedroom and into the lovely en suite connected to it. You found yourself sleepily sitting in the bubble bath, back pressed up against Cillian's bare chest as he hummed a love song softly into your ear.

"Cillian." You whined, clearly drowsy but also whiny about something else.

"Hmmm?" Cillian's hands stroked your waist innocently. You knew it was innocent, he didn't intend to turn you on but it was too much for your little mind to handle... you and your loving husband... naked in the bath together... his hands on you... it couldn't be a better time in your sex-crazed mind to be horny.

"Please touch me," You whispered. "Please."

"'M already touching you, sweet girl." He whispered back to you.

"Hmph!" You whined again, acting like you were giving him the cold shoulder and pulling away from him. You liked playing hard to get. "You know what I mean."

"Such a spoiled brat," He sits up with you this time, pushing your wet hair to the side and pressing kisses to your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "You really need me again? Hmm? Your cunt is so fuckin' greedy, so cock-hungry, aren't you?" He growled, fingers slipping down and pinching your clit harshly.

"Fuck... please..." You moaned in response. "Please... I need you always, Cillian." "Fucking insatiable," Cillian groaned. "That's what you are. How is an old man like me supposed to keep up with you?"

"Not an old man..." You sighed, leaning back and resting your head on his shoulder. "Please... baby... Cillian... just need you to make me cum..."

"I can do that." He sucked a bruise onto your collarbone, slipping two fingers into your pussy.

"You're the only one for me, Cillian," You cried. "Only one who can touch me like this... only one who can make me feel this good."

"I know, love," He said smugly. "All mine, isn't that right?"

"All yours." You agreed. He kissed your jaw happily at your response.

He slipped a third finger into your hole, thumb rubbing pleasing circles on your clit. You writhed around in the hot bath, mewling like you were being murdered. Pleasure shot through you like electricity, Cillian's lips on you were too much, your mind going into overdrive as he whispered dirty things in your ear. And oh fuck, the feeling of his tongue licking up your neck quickly brought you over the edge, you spasmed pathetically, squeezing his fingers that still stroked at your g-spot. You couldn't really tell because you were already submerged in water but you were pretty sure you just squirted all over him.

"Good girl," Cillian nipped at your earlobe playfully, slipping his fingers out from your overstimulated cunt. He licked his fingers clean, moaning like a madman at the taste of your cum on his sticky fingers. "Sweet girl."

"More." You demanded in a whisper. "Want more." "'Course you do," Cillian laughed, kissing your cheek. "Let's dry off, then I'll make sweet love to you in our bed. How's that sound, Mrs. Murphy?"

"Sounds good." You hummed happily.

-

I'm back! I hope you enjoyed!

[ednito]

HI ARE THERE ANY FUN FWCTS ABOUT JONATHAN

Yeah hold on let my think of some, I just got off a conference call LMAO

Probably has a shell fish allergy

Keeps any and all records of himself at his house, both for control and also because he thinks it's funny

He loves to complain and start arguments, he doesn't care if he's wrong or not he just thinks it's funny

He'll also actively gaslight or lie in front of people

This man has no sense of shame or regret or embarrassment, he never really feels them (only once or twice ever in his life)

Does he actually get scared? Yes, he's a lot fearful then what others expect. Though he expresses it very differently

I've been thinking about romantic stuff with my jon, not necessarily with me or anyone but in general- can he fall in love?

I think he can, just not traditionally, ya know? Though those are headcanons for another day AND another blog wink wink

Bitch hates jello

Actually he also hates fruity candy with the exception of Starburst

I retract my statement on saying he doesn't like sweets- I think he does but very specific sweets and he only eats them on specific days and times

Like he'd eat one Starburst on Friday, or kisses on Saturday at 5:30 pm

Actually you know what his diet fuckn sucks LMAO

Only eats specific meals and it's nothing special

I think I mentioned it before but he's got bad poster and he's a LOT taller then what we actually see

Idk about face claims or anything and I am working on a voice claim video for my rogues but I will say, Cillian Murphy definitely had some influence in his design LMAO

I can't decide if he has thick or thin hair ngl, I'm leaning towards thicker hair but he just doesn't take care of it well

He's extremely passive aggressive

He's also pretty patient at times

Oh here's a thing- he's very catty! Actually he kinda acts as a "mean girl" at arkham

He can actually be a really mean bully, which is ironic as he used to be horrifically bullied when he was younger

He wouldn't do the things his bullies would do but he'd definitely tease you, trip you when walking down the halls, prank call you, call you out for no reason- he's very petty

Though he doesn't necessarily hate you when he does it, you'd know when he hates you

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Just gonna talk about my current WIP

... and life. Because this is a nice cozy place where I can do that and only one of you knows me IRL.

So, in July, I was laid off. Well, my team was laid off. One of the many casualties in the "who needs DEI" wave. I can't even be particularly mad about it because that job was horrible. I dreaded work every day and I'm pretty sure that had I stayed, my health would have suffered more than it already had.

Then came the burnout. That shit hit me like a freight train. I've spent the majority of the last 2.5 months trying to give myself space to rest as much as possible (while also job hunting because I'm not exactly in a position that I can just BE unemployed). And y'all, rest is hard. Like really hard. But we're working on it.

While I 100% view this as a time I can and must rest, it also feels like an opportunity to actually focus on writing.

Hell, if I'm being honest, it feels like the universe went, "You said you would do this if you only had time to dedicate to it. Here you go." Now I've just gotta do the thing. Which... is also hard.

I've had several WIPs bubbling away for years now. Ones I've shared with folks, ones people ask me about. But the one I'm focusing on right now I haven't shared with anyone.

It's too personal, but not in a way that folks would assume. It's not autobiographical (though it is set just outside of Boston, where I'm now calling home) or anything of that sort. It's simply that I'm so in love with the two main characters I'm nervous to say anything about the story to folks close to me until it's finished.

But no one is likely to see this so I'm gonna share a bit here:

Toni. Bless Toni. She's a little me and probably a little you too. The definition of someone running toward something even though far too many people think she's running away. She is a woman who refuses to accept good enough and deals with the repercussions of that--especially as a fat woman (a through line in most of my femme MCs). In her case, she chose to end a relationship with a man most people considered a catch--ya know a catch who thought he could convince her to have a baby she said she didn't want--and move across the country rather than allow herself to stay in a situation that made her miserable. Now, alone--save for her best friend a few towns over--she's rebuilding her life and unpacking the baggage that says she's unreasonable and unreliable for choosing her happiness.

And y'all... Cillian. Lord. He's a local boy--complete with that Bahston accent--and built like a tank. Everyone around him can see how golden his heart is, not because he wears it on his sleeve but because he has an aura of goodness that is almost impossible to miss. Were you to tell him that, he'd tell you you're full of shit. The thing about Cillian is that he's the kind of good that comes from going through hell. In his case, hell was literal war. Now, 10 years out of the military and 8 sober, he's still reconciling with parts of himself he'd rather bury. Think a little Bucky Barnes with a dash of Frank Castle and then the rest, well the rest is just Cillian: The boy who should have been a musician, not a soldier. The man who runs his family's bar and escapes to his property in New Hampshire when the world is too much. The 6'2" 275lb brick of muscle that collects floral robes and buys expensive sheets and falls so in love with a gorgeous plus size powerhouse of a woman that it undoes him a little.

I love them. I love how they're going to open up with one another, to allow the other to see the parts of them that are still bleeding and know that it will be ok.

(They also fuck like rockstars so there's that.)

I'm still working on the first draft, but I think I can have it done in the next couple of weeks. From there, revisions and then MAYBE eyes that aren't mine.

Hopefully, someone other than me cares about their slow conversations, the softness of their fall, the low stakes but high emotion of it all.

-sigh-

Anyway. That's been my world of late. Thanks for being the void tumblr.

Love ya.

[denimbex1986]

'The cast of "Oppenheimer" is populated by historical figures, but one of the most recognizable is in the movie for only a single scant scene. 

A stretch in the middle of the film takes place in 1945 when the Manhattan Project is on the cusp of completing the bomb while the war they were building it for winds down. As you probably know, the U.S. shifts its target from the defeated Germany to the still-standing Japan. J. Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy) wants the post-war atomic policy to be global cooperation; he hopes that President Harry Truman will loop in Joseph Stalin about the atomic bomb to bring the U.S. and Soviet Union together on the issue. The Trinity explosion test at Los Alamos Labs is even moved up to accommodate Truman's schedule.

Oppenheimer learns as the bombs are carried off that Truman didn't tell Stalin as he'd hoped. Then, he only gets face-to-face time with the President after the bombs are dropped. Truman is played by none other than Gary Oldman, hidden behind saggy make-up, a thin white combover, and Truman's Missouri drawl (this isn't the first time that Oldman has played a leader of the World War II Allies).

Truman and Oppenheimer's meeting, set in the Oval Office and hewing closely to the word of the source biography "American Prometheus," puts Oppie on the path of penance that he takes for the rest of his life. It's also crucial to understanding what "Oppenheimer" is saying about the bomb.

Oppie meets Truman

When Oppenheimer meets Truman, he's still shaken by the body count of his creation. Truman, though, is genial and boastful about having bombed Hiroshima — he's forgotten about Nagasaki altogether. Oppenheimer turns the topic to the Soviets, but Truman, with prideful ignorance, declares that Russia will never have a nuclear bomb. His mood only sharpens when Oppenheimer suggests giving Los Alamos back to its indigenous inhabitants. No, the U.S. military will keep the lab active to shepherd further weapons development.

Oppenheimer finally admits that he has blood on his hands and Truman's contempt explodes. He waves a handkerchief in Oppie's face, calling his regret out as arrogance — the Japanese only care about he who dropped the bomb, the Commander-in-Chief declares. "Oppenheimer" was shot in IMAX, but Nolan's alternating close-ups of Murphy's and Oldman's faces feel as confined as a 4:3 frame and trap the audience in the discomfort of the conversation.

Oppenheimer is escorted out of the Oval Office and overhears Truman ordering that the "crybaby" never be allowed in his presence again. In real life, Truman actually called him a "f***ing cretin."

Now, some might be glad that Oppenheimer receives no sympathy; thousands died because of his creation, so his regrets can only feel like crocodile tears. However, Truman's reaction suggests an unflattering truth about him, one that's contrary to the mythmaking of his legacy.

The Real Harry Truman

Americans are generally taught that the U.S. nuclear bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were the lesser of two evils. After all, they brought World War II to a swift close. If the bombs hadn't been dropped, then the U.S. would've had to launch a ground invasion and even more people would've died, since the Japanese would not have surrendered otherwise. Truman ordering the bombing was an impossible decision, one that he took upon like Christ on the Cross. "Oppenheimer" shows the truth.

Harry Truman didn't drop the bomb because he was forced to. He dropped it because he wanted to and was proud of the decision to his dying day. Sure, maybe he did believe that his actions ultimately saved more lives than they cost. But that's not all. Part of the motive was payback for the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941; Truman's original press release notes the Japanese have been repaid "manyfold."

In "Oppenheimer," it's suggested that the bombings of Japan weren't just the end of World War II, but the start of the Cold War. Between this and Truman's own depiction, the argument in "Oppenheimer" is that Truman wanted a dramatic demonstration of America's power on the world stage, as he was convinced that the atomic bomb would make his country undisputed master of the post-war order. However, what he really accomplished was kickstarting the arms race with the Soviet Union, who naturally feared nuclear bombs being turned on them.

Thoughts from a post-nuclear world

The merit of Truman's decision has been questioned more and more as time gets further away from it. Many contest the very crux of the pro-bomb argument — that there was no other way — on not just moral grounds, but factual ones.

As "American Prometheus" details, the Japanese were considering surrender before the first bomb was dropped on August 6, 1945. The Soviets were preparing to join the Pacific theater and the full force of the Allies would have doomed Japan. So, the Japanese reached out to the USSR to act as a possible third party in peace talks. The U.S. moved up the Trinity test and bombings before those peace talks could happen since they didn't want to miss the window to show off their new toy. This shows the dark side of Truman's ethos that "the buck stops here," or that costly decisions were his responsibility and his alone.

"Oppenheimer" doesn't absolve its eponymous subject, but it definitely sides with his later view; that by giving humanity atomic bombs, he gave us the ability to destroy ourselves. The world would be better off if nukes weren't in the hands of gung-ho men like Harry Truman. I think it's important to note that none of the key players in this depiction of Truman are American (Nolan and Oldman are English, Murphy is Irish). Thus, they can look at the 33rd President differently because they weren't taught the same history. "Oppenheimer" might just change some people's minds too.'

[lovingpromise]

Დ ▫ Sherrinford Holmes

BASICS.

Full Name | Sherrinford Nathaniel Archibald Holmes Nickname | Ford is his preferred, The Accountant (professionally) Birthday | Pending. Age | Varies. 4.5 years younger than Mycroft, 2.5 years older than Sherlock, 3.5 years older than Eurus (Generally in his mid to late 30s) Gender | Cis Male (He/Him) Orientation | Pansexual Nationality | British Ethnicity | Caucasian (English-mostly, Welsh, Irish, Scottish) Species | Human Language | English Occupation | "Accounting" / Government Agent

PHYSICAL.

Eye Color | Blue Eyes Hair Color | Brown Height | 5' 9" Skin Markings | N/A Face Claims | Cillian Murphy

MEDICAL.

Mental | Pending. Physical | Pending. Phobias | Pending. Eyesight | Farsight is immaculate, but slight need for readers. Vices | Pending.

CHARACTER.

Zodiac | Pending. Alignment | Neutral/Good Strengths | Pending. Weaknesses | Pending. Skills | Pending. Abilities | N/A

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace | Musgrave Hall, England Countryside Current Home | Verse Dependent Headcanons | Links will be here

Ford is the “dumbest” of the Holmes siblings, which usually still makes him the 4th smartest person in the room. (5th if you count their mother….).

Mostly because he never applied himself to the lengths they did. He is also the most "human"… or at the very least the most capable of expressing himself in socially acceptable ways. (Or at the very least mimicking the proper behavior).

It does exhaust him, but not as quickly or to the same extent it would his kin.

Due to the nature of his profession, Ford has two personalities: A bit of a Clark Kent vs Superman scenario, though instead of his alter ego being a superhero it’s a highly trained operative.

His cover is a bumbling, awkward, dorky accountant. Complete with glasses (which he does need to read on occasion but shh), and a bit of an inability to look people directly in the eye. Basically an unassuming pencil pusher.

The other side to him, could be seen as a polar opposite. Serious. Precise. Very Bond-eque. (He always did like those movies as a child). Instead of glasses, he wears contacts and sometimes his hair is slicked back. He can tend to be cold, goal-oriented, and straightforward. Basically channeling your typical Holmes.

He’s a bit of a casanova no matter which persona, if only for recreational purposes. It’s very rare that any of his relationships turn out serious. Usually due to the nature of his job. He doesn’t tend to stick around long enough to know someone.

However there is, in some ways, a third side. His true self, if you will. Of which only his family has ever experienced. A sort of… mix between his polarizing personas and then some. He is a deeply caring individual when in their presence (and not on the job). 

Family means a lot to him… even if his is less than perfect. He adores his parents, especially his mother, and tries to keep in touch in any way he can. (If not phone calls then letters from various aliases). He likes to tease his siblings mostly Sherlock (and once upon a time Eurus). 

He tends to give very good advice, even if others seldom want to hear it. 

He is very good at mathematics (and really could have been near the top of that field if he’d pursued it). It’s probably the only subject he has beaten his brothers in (maybe even Eurus on occasion).

Unlike his older brother, Sherrinford is all about legwork. After all, he'd always much rather be out doing things than sit in a stuffy office all day. That said, he is a lone agent. He lends his services wherever they are needed. 

Mostly he "balances the books". Cleans up loose ends on messy jobs. The only person who holds any type of permanent authority over him (in a professional sense) is Mycroft. He is the best at what he does. An expert in his field, as is the Holmes way.

RELATIONSHIPS.

Mother | Violet Holmes, nee Rutherford (Birth Mother) Father | Siger Holmes (Birth Father) Siblings | Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, and Eurus Holmes Other Family | Pending. Significant Other | N/A Children | N/A Pets | N/A

VERSES.

Verse Name | Pending.

[peakyscillian]

Hiii, random question i know but do you think you and Cillian are compatible? like would you suit if you dated each other?

oh hi, erm I wasn't sure about answering this but since Cillian is basically my dream man here we go! I would like to think we COULD date but here's reasons why I don't think he'd date me haha

I 100% have the clickety click click turned on, on my phone. I would definitely be posting him all over instagram, I'd make him get an instagram, because lets be honest WE NEED THAT CONTENT! My dog has a serious dislike for Labradors, he will FIGHT even though he's a tinyyyy baby! I would also insist we attended events because I like goodie bags ya know? If Cill could see past all this and he was single then, hit me up Murphy - I'm sure I can teach my dog to love Scout & I'd probably consider turning the clicky noise off on my phone!

[missymurphy1985]

One Shot Smut Challenge Part One

Jealousy Gets You Everything - Cillian Murphy X Fem!Reader One Shot

Warning - jealousy / breeding kink / toys / BDSM

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul @emznelly @shelbygurl

"Will you please tell me what's wrong?" Cillian begged, watching you sit at the kitchen table tracing your finger over the rim of your full wine glass. You couldn't stomach it. You couldn't stomach anything after what you'd just seen.

He'd warned you. Of course he'd warned you. He always told you about his sex scenes. But you weren't prepared for the level of feelings it ignited in you when you saw it.

The way she choked him.

The lust in his eyes.

The power she had over him.

Married for three years, together for almost seven, add a 2 year old daughter into the mix - sex had become more of a quick fumble in the dark (at your insistence) once a week if you were lucky. He was either working, or you were exhausted from chasing 2 year old Lily around the house.

As for looking at you the way he looked at her in that scene... Although you knew it was Tommy and not Cillian, his face still looked the same. He used to look at you like that...

"Y/n? Talk to me, please?"

You burst into tears. Gut wrenching sobs from the pit of your stomach. He was on his knees in front of you in seconds, pulling you into a warm embrace that felt safe. Secure. But fuck, you wanted more than that!

So you took a deep breath, swallowed a massive glug of the wine... And told him. Feeling a weight off you shoulders as the words left your lips.

"I see..." He blinked, before a smirk stretched over his lips.

"Why are you smiling? This isn't funny?" You choked, feeling a level of embarrassment you'd never felt before.

"No. You're right. And I'm not laughing am I?"

"You're mocking me."

"I'm neglecting you."

"What?"

"Oh my sweet little y/n..." He bit his lip and took your hand. Pulling you onto your feet, he led you down the hall and up the stairs. The look in his eyes was sending shivers down your spine and you weren't sure if that was a good thing or not...

He led you into your bedroom, before pushing you onto the bed. You fell back with a gasp and tried to sit up, but he shook his head.

"Stay right there. I'll be right back. Do. Not. Move."

You lay there for what felt like hours but was probably no more than five minutes. The wetness between your legs and the deep throb you felt in your clit was almost too much to bear.

"My needy girl needs to be taught a lesson, don't you think?" He was back in the room suddenly holding a box. A box you brought with you when you moved into this house after you married but forgot you had.

"A lesson?" His body moved to cover you, his nose circling yours. His hair tickling your face.

"Jealousy gets you everything," he growled, giving you his best Tommy Shelby voice that made your pussy clench. You leaned up to capture his lips in yours but he pulled away with a deep chuckle.

"No baby, tonight you follow my instructions. All of them. Understood?"

"Yes..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir," you bit your lip and watched him reach into the box, pulling out a black plug with a diamante base. Followed by a purple dildo and a bottle of lubricant. Each one placed on the bed beside you. One more reach in and he paused, a sly grin on his face and an eyebrow raised in the air before he pulled out the black and red paddle.

The box discarded across the room, he patted the paddle against his hand and beckoned you up with his finger. He backed away as you stood, and cast his eyes over you.

"Strip."

"Cill..."

"The lights stay on. Strip." The look in his eyes was both menacing and erotic - you couldn't refuse him, even though your insecurities were screaming at you.

Taking your dress down your body, you felt his eyes devouring you. Watching as you peeled your bra and panties off, standing before him completely bare as you followed his next set of instructions.

"On the bed."

"On your hands and knees."

"Ass in the air."

"Fuck baby, already wet for me?" He groaned, tracing a single finger through your folds. You felt the heat pooling in your abdomen, trying to ignore the fact that your body must look horrific in this position... After a c section two years ago, you certainly weren't the size ten you were when you married...

Suddenly his lips were at your ear.

"Your safe word is Lemonade... You say it, I stop immediately, no questions asked," he whispered, tenderly. You nodded, before flinching at the feeling of the cold paddle sliding against your bare ass.

"Jealousy is a sin, is it not?"

"Yes sir..."

"What do we do to sinners?"

"We punish them.. sir..."

One hard smack against your ass had you crying out in both shock and ecstacy. Another followed, a little harder. Each one in succession slightly firmer than the last. Occasionally you felt him press his erection against your thigh and you felt your core throb with anticipation.

"You're fucking dripping, y/n," he groaned, sliding the hard edge of the paddle between your soaked pussy lips, gently scraping your swollen clit, making your body flinch and a deep moan leave your chest.

"Ass in the air," he ordered, and your body complied in earnest. You heard the lubricant bottle open, and a few moments later the plug was teasingly tickled over your exposed ass cheeks and lower back.

"Fuck... Cillian, please..."

"Shh baby, relax, I'll take care of you don't worry," he whispered, before you felt the hard point of the plug pash slowly past your almost virginal again hole - he'd not explored here since before your daughter was born, the thrill of him being there again was almost too much and you swore you nearly came as it pushed past the barrier.

A deep, almost-satisfied groan came from deep within you as it buried deep.

"My beautiful girl stuffed to the hilt..." Another smack of the paddle near the exposed diamante had you clutching the bed sheets, and you heard a 'click' sound behind you. Turning round, you saw him with his phone out taking a photo.

"Something to keep me going when I'm away," he winked, taking photos of different angles, making sure to capture the red paddle marks on your ass and the glint of the plug. He dipped two fingers inside your needy pussy, snapping more photos as he slowly withdrew his fingers.

"You're so fucking delicious, you know that?" He smirked, licking his fingers clean.

"Please Cill...." Your legs were shaking from the sheer desperation - you had never felt so turned on in your life.

"My little slut wants to cum?"

"Please... Baby.."

"What?"

"Sir, please... Sir..."

Another smack of the paddle and you were practically whimpering now.

"Are you calling me baby, or are you asking me for one?"

Your head turned to look at him, his eyes full of not lust, but unadulterated passion and pure fire.

"Answer my question," he pushed, dipping two fingers deep into you and over your swollen clit.

"Asking... Baby... Do it..."

"Want me to put a baby in this tight little womb of yours? Maybe that'll teach you..."

"Teach me?" Your voice had never been this shaky. Neither had your legs...

He leaned closer to your ear, his fingers pressing over your clit now as your knees nearly gave way.

"That there's only one woman in the world perfect enough to carry my children," he whispered in your ear and your body reacted with a blinding orgasm. Your knees buckled underneath you as your body shook and a cry of ecstacy loud enough to wake the dead left your throat.

"Good girl, had to get you ready to take me, didn't I?" He chuckled watching you come completely undone, writhing on the bed from his fingers overstimulating you.

He turned you over and stripped his clothes quickly. The sight of his hard length rigid and firm against his abdomen.

"Sit up, open your mouth." Once again your body complied automatically. Sitting at eye level with his hard cock, you opened your mouth. He fisted his length a few times before sliding the tip over your open lips, gliding it between them with ease. Gripping your hair, eyes locked with yours, you felt it slowly edge to the back of your throat as you fought against your gag reflex. Tears in your eyes, your mascara definitely leaving a trail, he looked down at you and grinned as he almost bottomed out.

"My pretty girl likes my cock down her throat, doesn't she?" He gasped as he began to move his hips, fucking your mouth.

The moans from deep within your chest were almost enough to send him over the edge, so he pulled out and lay you flat on your back, your thighs pinned to your chest by his strong hand as he took the large vibrator and turned it on. Another hand suddenly pulled a set of handcuffs from next to him, how you missed those you'd never know, but they were quickly attached to your wrists, looped through the headboard.

"They call this the mating press.. you know why?" He slid the vibrator through your pulsing walls and watched your head fly back. As your mouth opened, he stuffed your mouth with your panties to muffle the sound.

"Now you can't say your safe word, so you're going to have to think of something else. But based on how close to another orgasm you are, I don't think you need to, do you?"

You shook your head quickly, the vibrator sending stars into your vision.

He pulled the vibrator out and kneeled in front of you, his cock sliding easily through your folds as he filled you, bottoming out in seconds.

"They call this the mating press, because it's perfect for fucking a baby into you.. that what you want my little lady? My seed inside you so deep, making your belly grow with my baby inside it?"

You nodded furiously, his words were like tiny electric shocks through your entire system.

Three hard slams deep inside you made you cry out, biting down on your own panties as he continued his assault on your pussy, fucking you harder than you could remember him ever doing.

"So fucking tight, I'm gonna fucking ruin you," he panted, his hips pistoning in and out of you, the plug pushing his cock higher, angling it perfectly to hit that sweet spot only he'd ever managed to find.

His fingers under your thighs, pinching your nipples and tweaking them. Gripping the flesh of your breast as he fucked you mercilessly.

"Can.. feel.. you clenching me..." He gasped between thrusts.

You were chanting his name, muffled by the gag, as your body started to quiver.

"Good girl, cum on my cock and daddy will fuck a baby into you tonight, cum for me..."

Your juices flowed from you like a river as you came, and he fucked you through it, not letting up the pace of his hard thrusts.

"Oh fuck... That's it, that's my girl, yes... Oh fuck yes..." His eyes locked on yours as his cock erupted deep inside you, painting your walls white with his hot release.

He paused for a few minutes, making sure his cock fully emptied inside you, your walls squeezing him dry. Slowly he eased out, and unfolded you. Untying your hands, smirking slightly at the red marks the cuffs had left on your wrists. He removed the gag, and the plug carefully, watching his seed leak from you, pushing it back in with his fingers.

"Come here baby," he lifted you up and carried your aching body to the armchair in the corner of the room. Sitting you on it gently, he went to the ensuite bathroom and you heard hot water running into your spa bath.

"Cillian..." He came back moments later and knelt down, stroking your face gently.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world, you know that?"

Your eyes met his, full of love and desire, full of that intensity you'd missed so much.

"You were perfect when we met. You were more perfect when I married you. Then somehow you got even more perfect - carrying our baby. The strongest woman I know, the most amazing mother and wife I could have dreamed of."

Tears were in your eyes as he spoke to you.

"Let's get you cleaned up, then we rest. I'll call my mum in the morning, I'm sure she'll take Lily for another night..."

"Why another night?"

"Because you and I aren't leaving this house until I've fucked you in every room inside it."

[lexxiie]

If you have to write an MHA or JJK or AOT Actor AU story, then what are the real-life personalities of these mentioned characters behind the scenes (I mean how they'll be like as real-life people behind cameras):

Dabi/Touya, Shoto, Bakugo, Hawks, Deku, Shinso, Toji, Megumi, Gojo, Geto, Yuji, Nanami, Yuta, Eren, Levi, Jean, Armin, Erwin.

AAAHHH I haven't watched jjk yeeet😫 I promise that I'll get back to you when I watch it, though. Hope you like these!

Fandoms: Attack On Titan | My Hero Academia.

Featuring: Dabi, Hawks, Shoto, Bakugo, Deku, Shinso, Eren, Levi, Jean, Armin, Erwin.

If They Were Actors (AU)

TOUYA TODOROKI | DABI

I feel like first and foremost this bitch would have all the ladies crazy for him. All. Of. Them. And he would be one of those celebrities who's completely aware of this and is zero humble about it. Not a bad guy or anything, just very cocky. Probably very charismatic as well. He posts a bit too much of his personal life on Instagram.

SHOTO TODOROKI

Probably the Timothee Chalamet of his world. Very sweet kid who has all of the teenagers out there at his feet. Not only because he's cute, mostly because he seems really nice and polite. That's probably what people like the most about him. He has an Instagram account, but he doesn't show much of his personal life in it.

BAKUGO

I feel like he would be one of those celebrities who just love the media attention. Like a male Kardashian. A Scott Disick, if you will. He would also be extra funny effortlessly in interviews and such. People would obviously notice how much he enjoys being the center of attention, but they'd find it funny more that annoying. Oh he posts compulsively on Instagram, and is probably always causing controversy with his tweets.

HAWKS

Probably the shy type of celebrity. Don't ask me why, but he gives me that vibe. He'd be one of those actors who are known for being very nice to the press and fans, but notably shy about it all. His interviews would always be very interesting, though. He definitely radiates passion for his job. I don't really think he'd have social media. In any case maybe Instagram, where he posts every once in a while. But he's totally TERRIFIED of Twitter.

DEKU

Very likely to be the Tom Holland of his world. He's known for being very sweet and nice, and probably for spoiling everything as well. A total sensation among teenage girls without a doubt. He's always giving that excited puppy vibe in every interview and the media would be talking about him constantly. He'd post like 5 pics a day on Instagram.

SHINSO

This is the kind of actor who really doesn't give a shit. He isn't a fan of media, but understands that it's inevitable to talk to them. Probably goes out in public as if it wasn't a big deal at all, totally ignoring the fact that there are dozens of people having a heart attack with every step he takes. No social media. And if he does have any account on anything, it'd be run by his manager.

EREN JAEGER

Have y'all seen those vids of Tobey Maguire fighting with paparazzis? The glares and all that? Well, that's Eren. He gets incredibly annoyed by people invading his privacy and being nosey. Also, paparazzis acting like they can tell him what to do piss him off. Still, the public would love him. He'd be a sensation among ladies as well. Has social media but only posts on Instagram like twice a year. He's mostly on Twitter, shitting on politicians.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Oof. He would avoid interviews at all costs and would seem quite bored in them, never being directly rude, though. I feel like he would be very similar to Cillian Murphy in that aspect. He has his great number of stans, but he only makes public appearances like once a year. Obviously, no social media for him. He's like a rare creature who only shows himself when he needs to promote something. No one really knows much about his personal life.

JEAN KIRSTEN

Oh my... Such an arrogant bitch, but the bitch is popular, popular. He obviously loooves interviews and red carpets... And anything where he can show himself off. Any moment where he can speak about himself is great. Still, he's one of the good actors. Not those who are average and are still incredibly popular for no reason, but one of those who get all the important nominations.

ERWIN SMITH

Also one of those good actors with a lot of prestige. Some sort of Leonardo DiCaprio who also gets tons of important awards and nominations. I feel like he would be very humble and all about it, though. Still, he knows he's good and is very confident about himself, which some people see as him being arrogant... And he may be, but just a little. No social media, he doesn't know how to use it.

ARMIN ARLERT

He would be one of those actors that literally no one hates. He may not be everyone's favorite, of course, but no one really has anything bad to say about him. He's always quite nice and does a good job. Very polite with media and fans as well. I don't think he'd have any social media though, he's too anxious about the public opinion for that.

NAVIGATION

[queenshelby]

Time for Change – Part One

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: None

Words: 1,193

Notes: Not based on Cillian’s life. This is fiction guys! 

The spring weather had finally kicked in and you celebrated the warmth of the day with a floral dress. Though modest, the dress was more revealing than he'd see your wear before. Sitting mid-thigh, it had thin adjustable straps and a low cut and ruffled neckline. Your body was curvy, but strong; soft in the right places, and filled out that dress like no-one else could. The gentle breeze played at the dress' hem as you walked, showing glimpses of your smooth tanned upper leg. Your hair was long and fell is soft waves down your back and framed your face.  

Cillian admired your body and the way the dress moved with you as you approached him even though he knew that he shouldn’t have. He was married to your step-sister and he shouldn’t be looking at you like this. It wasn’t right.

‘Cillian, how are you?’ you asked as he welcomed you in with a hug and kiss on the cheek as usual. But he let his hand linger on your lower back just a fraction longer than he probably should have and, as he pulled away he wondered if you noticed.

‘Hey, uhm, come in and thank you again for teaching the kids’ Cillian said and your face gave nothing away and he moved towards the kitchen to make a coffee.

‘Is Danielle not home?’ you asked surprised, not seeing any sign of her. You weren’t particularly close and didn’t talk much but, usually, she was at home when you came around for the boys’ piano lessons. Being a music teacher had its advantages and you were always willing and eager to teach your friends’ and family’s children for free. Cillian and Danielle’s children were no different and, in your opinion, they were immensely talented and you adored spending time with them.

‘She is staying with her mother for a while’ Cillian huffed out before offering you a cup of coffee which you gladly accepted. You never met Danielle’s mother, although you shared the same father.

You dropped your bag by the front door and followed him. He could feel your eyes on his back and he wondered what you were thinking when he told you that his wife had walked out on him for second time within the past four months.

‘She just left you, again, without the boys? Why would she?’ you asked surprised, wanting to know how to handle their lessons. They were only 10 and 12 years old and you were somewhat concerned about the current circumstances.

‘Well, as usual, she left without any sort of explanation’ Cillian said rather frustrated.

‘Fuck Cillian, I am sorry’ you said, looking around for a second to make sure that his boys didn’t hear you.

Sitting in your usual seat at the counter you talked while he made your coffee, checking in and updating each other on your somewhat troubled lives.

As you sat on the stool chatting about your marriage troubles with your husband James, you leaned slightly forward offering him a perfect view of your ample cleavage, causing Cillian to blush.

‘I suppose life has it’s challenges, huh?’ you eventually chuckled and your soft laugh brought him back but the look in your slightly narrowed eyes was, for once, unreadable. He realised then that you had asked him a question, but he'd been so caught up in his musings that he hadn't noticed. But you'd definitely noticed him staring at your breasts.

“Uhm yes, it does” Cillian eventually responded and you sat up straight and you both ignored his lapse. He gave your your cup, and without warning or invitation you took your coffee to the lounge room. He followed you. You sat on the large couch next to the piano, tucking your legs underneath yourself as you sat. Your dress falling a little to one side, he again caught just a glimpse of your upper thigh.

"So, this is my plan for the boys, what do you think?” you asked.

“Pretty impressive. You should teach my how to play this” Cillian chuckled and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Your piano skills are much better than you lead on Cillian. I’ve heard you play at Danielle’s birthday last year” you said, which was shortly after you moved to Dublin after having spent the past ten years in America with your husband.  

The reasons you sought to return to Ireland were your husband’s numerous indiscretions when working at a large corporation in New York. He had one affair after another until you had enough and requested a transfer back to Dublin, forcing him to break it off with his secretary.

You knew you shouldn’t have forgiven him, but you did it for your daughter who you had adopted six years ago, giving her the best life possible. An intact home, close to family.

But, what you hadn’t told anyone was that, two days ago, the last straw had been drawn when your husband informed you that he had to return to New York for two weeks to attend a business conference, a conference which you found out didn’t even exist.  

Cillian’s situation wasn’t much better than yours. Danielle and him had broken up on numerous occasions throughout the past two years and he thought that, by staying with her, he was doing the right thing. But this was no longer sustainable and he found himself conflicted about what he wants in life.

As your conversation about music and playing the piano flowed, you occasionally touched his arm. It was your innocent way of connecting with him, of showing him you were there. You meant nothing by it, but today your touch sent electricity through him, into his core and he had to use everything he had to resist reaching out for you.

Luckily for him, within less than five minutes, his sons arrived in the living room, ready for their lessons and Cillian got up and left you to it.

***

After about an hour, when you were ready to leave, Cillian thanked you for coming over and, again, you gently touched his arm.

‘You are welcome’ you said with a warm smile, causing him to take in a deep breath.

‘I hope Danielle is back soon’ you then said before continuing. ‘But, in case that she isn’t, do you want me to come over and cook you and the boys dinner tomorrow? James is in New York and I get a bit lonely at home’ you asked politely.

‘The boys are going to camp for three nights with the local football club’ Cillian then said and you nodded before, after a small pause, asking him whether he would like to come over to your house for dinner by himself then.

‘Uhm, I am not sure if that would be appropriate’ Cillian then said, already struggling being around you. The small touches and gestures were almost too much for him especially since, the last time him and Danielle were intimate, was six months ago and they’ve been doing nothing but fighting ever since.

‘It’s just dinner Cilly’ you reassured him and he reluctantly agreed.

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do you think tommy would have cheated on grace? cillian's talked about how tommy "isn't familiar with monogamy" which was a general statement, not just about lizzie. I sometimes like to ponder on what he and grace's marriage would have looked like if they'd had longer and while they clearly genuinely loved each other, I just don't think it would have been the idyllic, peaceful life people like to go on about. that got me thinking about whether he'd be faithful or not... thoughts?

I really don't know. I don't think he would have for quite some time if she'd lived, though. I do think there would have been conflict eventually (and probably fairly quickly) in the marriage -- and I don't see this conflict as stemming from Tommy alone. I've written before about my view of Grace and Tommy and their differences and how the class differences especially may have caused conflict in their marriage.

But one of Tommy's reactions to that kind of thing is to compartmentalize and shut down, and that could very well have led him to cheating on her. Though my guess is it would most likely have taken the form of him paying someone for sex rather than another sort of affair, a seduction, or anything emotionally involved, anything with affection. Not that this excuses him? Just that he tends to look for the impersonal and sex as a transaction when he's in that mindstate.

The thing is I don't actually think it's likely he'd been cheating on Lizzie in s5 when she thinks he has, even paid, not because he wouldn't but because he seems too fucked up to have even been interested. And a lot of that conversation was about Lizzie's own insecurities. But this is probably a digression.

[ficsforeren]

a week left !! looking forward to it >:3 i was wondering,, what celebrities would eren beef with?? ik most likely he stays out of drama, but im curious to see who would piss him off

like in real life celebrities?

He hates attention-seekers so he definitely couldn't stand people like the Kardashians, and people with fake personalities like Ellen DeGeneres. or people who are just too overly friendly like will smith and ryan reynolds (eren wouldn't hate them, he just wouldn't know what to do around them). he's never gonna say a word about these people though, he'll just try to avoid them as much as he can.

i can see who he'll be friends with though. people like robert pattinson (because he felt ashamed playing edward but he had to do the entire twilight series and eren could definitely relate to that feeling). or sweet, awkward, shy but amazingly talented people like timothee chalamet (eren would find him endearing and he'd be like a big brother figure to him, which is why he's like that too around model armin before all this shit happens lol). would admire people like christopher nolan, tom hardy and cillian murphy too, definitely

his favorite actresses would probably be kate winslet, florence pugh, or emily blunt.

i can actually see him hang out with harry styles too, surprisingly. i think they'd get along and like, smoke weed together or something lol

[seancekitsch]

new report just in: living is sexy everybody !!

the aesthetic is so good, especially with certain characters like mmm ✨perfection✨. I never see cillian looking as if he's about to cough or something if the camera is still on him during a smoking scene so he's either like REALLY good at hiding any discomfort or he's used to it, though after smoking so many idk if he'd still be bothered by them 😂

living is sexy we love it!!!

he’s probably an expert at not coughing at this point lmao he’s got lungs of steel

[missymurphy1985]

The Drop Out (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader One Shot)

Warning: angst / fluff / smut

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Scanning the milk and bread across the till, you could feel the stares. The glares. Their eyes looking you up and down. The girls you were serving were from your college, the year below you. You were in the final year of a nursing degree, hoping to become a midwife. Starting later in life than planned due to your seven year old son, born after you left high school. His father bailed as soon as he'd seen the positive pregnancy test. Fortunately for you, your parents were extremely supportive.

One of the girls held out her phone to her friend. Playing a clip from the latest series of Peaky Blinders.

"I heard he was dating some high school dropout with a kid," one of them giggled.

"Probably only with him for the money," the other sneered.

"He'd be better off with someone with half a brain."

"Yeah, I heard she works in a supermarket, clearly not intelligent enough for someone like him."

They glanced at you and giggled childishly as you felt your cheeks redden and your eyes water.

Your older sister just happened to be your supervisor and she overheard the whole thing.

"Time to leave girls, don't you think?" She glared down at them, a look of pure intimidation washing over her. They all smiled, nervously, and shuffled out of the store.

"Thanks Kate..."

"Ignore them - he's with you because he wants to be. Now go clock out - your shift ended half an hour ago, you need to go pick Jack up."

"Mum's picked him up, but I do need to go. Cillian's coming over later." Your face didn't light up like it normally did. And you didn't feel anything but a deep rooted sadness about the evening ahead.

You hadn't even bothered getting ready. Hair in a messy bun, no makeup, just jeans and a t-shirt. There was no point. Those girls words echoed around in your head, dragging your heart through a grinder and spitting it out the other side. It wasn't the first time you'd heard the sly comments. The laughs in the corridor at uni. The side glances in the supermarket. Jack was playing on his Xbox upstairs, and you knew what you were about to do would break his heart as much as your own, but what choice did you have?

The door knocked, and Jack raced down the stairs to open it, throwing himself at Cillian who laughed and spun him around like a merry go round. You couldn't help but smile. They got on so well, hitting it off almost instantly. Cillian didn't have kids of his own but he adored your boy, and was so good with him - regularly playing with him, taking him for a drive in his car letting him press all the buttons. Bringing him gifts. He'd even paid for Jack's latest school trip to the local coal mines, even though you'd already saved the money yourself. On paper, you were the luckiest, happiest girl in the world. In reality though... Jack ran back upstairs after Cillian promised him a rematch of FIFA after dinner, and came into the kitchen, instantly noticing a difference in the atmosphere.

"Hey... Is everything okay?" He asked, sitting opposite you at the table. You shook your head, and steadied yourself.

"Cill... We need to talk.."

"I think we do." He leaned back on the chair, his eyes looking for some kind of a clue. You'd been distant for a while now, with no indication to him what was wrong. He'd felt this conversation coming. You couldn't drag it out any longer than necessary, so you simply took a deep breath and came out with it.

"I don't think we should see each other anymore."

"Okay. Do I get to know why?" He was calm. Too calm. Why was he so calm?

"Because I can't."

"Can't, or won't?"

"Cillian..."

"Three reasons. Good reasons. If you can give me three good reasons why we should break it off, I'll agree with you."

"Because I'm too young for you."

"Age is irrelevant. You're an adult. Try again."

"Because I'm a single mother."

"You say 'single mother' like it's some kind of curse - it's one of the most important, valuable, important jobs in the world y/n, and Jack is a credit to that. To you. Try again."

"Because I'm just a stupid high school dropout."

"You finished high school a year late, so you could look after your son after his deadbeat father walked away. You graduate university this year and already have a job lined up in the local hospital."

You bit your lip to hide your emotion and looked to the floor. Choking back a sob.

"I asked for three good reasons. All of which are bullshit. Any chance of the truth now?"

"I'm not good enough for you."

"What?"

"You deserve someone on your level, someone intelligent and smart, someone.... Someone without... baggage."

He rubbed his eyes, and gave a deep sigh.

"Since when did you get to decide what I deserve?"

You cleared your throat and looked at him. Those deep, piercing blue eyes staring right into your soul.

"I've made my decision Cillian. It's over."

"Just like that, huh? I don't get a say in this?"

"No."

He chuckled, shaking his head. Standing up and pacing the kitchen, finally coming to a stop and leaning on the counter.

"Tell me you don't love me."

"What?"

"Look me in the eyes and truthfully tell me you don't love me."

You were stunned. Neither of you had brought the L word into your relationship yet, he caught you completely out of left field.

"I don't.. I..." You tried.

"How's it feel when you get a text from me? When you know I'll be coming over? When my name flashed on your phone screen? When I kiss you?" He was at your feet now, kneeling down, resting his hands on your knees.

"I won't beg you. I respect you too much for that. But I have to know you're ending this for the right reasons. For YOUR reasons - no one else's."

You couldn't answer him. All you could do was shake your head, and break his heart.

"I'm going to leave. I'm going to walk out of that door right now. If that's what YOU want." His voice cracked, your heart shattered.

You didn't answer. Again. Radio silence. He looked to the floor, and sighed, defeated. One more glance at you, that you didn't return. You closed your eyes, keeping your breathing as calm as possible and heard the front door slam.

He was gone.

************************************************************

Two weeks had passed since he walked out of your house. Jack had barely spoken to you since, absolutely gutted that his playmate had been taken from him without warning.

You and your mum were sat in your living room talking about a date you were going on later that evening. You weren't sure whether to go or not. You'd knew him through work, he'd contacted you on Facebook after he saw the media reported on your break up with Cillian. The nasty Facebook comments on the Irish Sun's post had stung more than the sly stares and glances at the supermarket.

"He deserved better anyway."

"Clearly after his money."

"He just wanted a local fuck-buddy."

And worse, he hadn't contacted you. Complete silence. No texts, no calls, nothing.

"You realise you're the one who ended it, right?" You mum asked, folding her arms and leaning back on the sofa cushions. That look in her eyes that reminded you she could read you like an open book.

"Yes, mother, thank you. I'm going to get ready." You cut the conversation short, knowing exactly where she'd end up going with it.

Two hours later you were in the restaurant with Steven, who was regaling you with tales from the supermarket like they were the most exciting thing in the world. You weren't convinced stacking toilet rolls was as enthralling as he was making it out to be, but you humoured him as much as possible.

Once your dinners were finished, you excused yourself to use the bathroom. Again.

On your way out, your eyes to the floor, you felt a nudge in the corridor nearly knocking you into the wall.

"The hell?" You looked up and froze. A familiar pair of blue eyes looking right into yours.

"Hey."

"Cillian... What are you doing here?"

"I see..."

"Don't worry, I had no idea you were going to be here. Casting meeting in the private room upstairs. Came down for a Guinness, they don't have it in that function room bar. Easily the most mind numbing meeting I've ever been on."

"You're on a date?" He asked, glancing at Steven in one of the booths. He was engrossed in his phone, laughing at some stupid YouTube video. You nodded, looking to the floor.

"How's it going?" He asked, and you glanced up at him with a grimace. He chuckled, and leaned in a little closer.

"We could escape?" He grinned.

"Escape?"

"Yep. There's an exit through the back, no one would have a clue. What do you say?"

You contemplated the options, and very quickly agreed on the condition you could quickly leave some money behind the bar to cover your half of the tab. Once you'd paid, he took your hand and the two of you snuck out of the back like two schoolchildren playing hooky.

Once in his car, you glanced at each other and burst out laughing.

"I have to ask why, Cillian. After what I did?" You asked, once you'd stopped laughing.

"Because I've had time to think, and I understand why you did it. Yeah, I was hurt. But I hoped we could still be friends?"

"I thought you would never want to speak to me again."

"I thought about it. But I'm losing at FIFA to Jack and I need to claw back my dignity." You laughed again, and he started the car.

Ten minutes later, you were sat looking out at the ocean, the moonlight glistening over the waves.

"So how have you been?" You asked. Unsure if you wanted to hear the answer.

"Miserable. You?"

"Me too."

"I came here a lot after we broke up. Just to clear my head, you know?"

"Cillian I'm so sorry..."

"No I didn't say it for that. I said it because it made me realise just how much shit you were going through just for being with me. For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

"I wanted to be with you. I want to be with you. But no one else wants me to be with you."

He turned to you, taking your hand in his.

"Who's in this relationship y/n? You or them?"

You nodded. He was just telling you what you already knew, but couldn't quite come to terms with.

"So we've both been miserable apart then." He squeezed your hand, his fingers then tracing along yours gently. You enjoyed the feeling of his touch again, and your eyes met. Within a few seconds your lips met, a soft gentle kiss that you both felt deep in your souls, setting a fire within you that was inextinguishable.

The kiss soon became more heated, your hands roaming over each others cheeks, neck and hair. You felt like a teenager again, tearing at each others clothing, trying to get as much contact as possible.

With absolutely no care in the world, you found yourself pulling the lever on his chair and giggling as he gasped when it flew backwards. You climbed into his lap, his hands lifting your dress up as high as he could.

"Need you, and now..." You groaned, unzipping his jeans and sliding them down his thighs enough for his now rock hard cock to spring up between your legs. His fingers pulled your panties to one side, feeling the slick wetness pooling between your folds, dripping down onto his jeans.

Two fingers slid inside you, arching expertly to hit that sweet spot immediately, sending stars into your vision.

"Oh fuck, right there..."

"There?" He smirked, a hard press against it making you cry out.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, his fingers rutting with each syllable. You panted into his mouth as your foreheads rested together, his thumb circling over your clit.

"You gonna cum for me before you ride me?" You nodded, grinding your hips against his hand, the spring in your groin burning with a deep intensity only he could generate from you.

"Don't stop, don't stop, I'm cumming..." Your hips bucked wildly as you came over his hand, and he quickly withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Lining himself up and slotting you down in one fluid movement. You rode out the remainder of your climax with his cock pounding up into you, his hands controlling your hips, rocking you against him in time with his upwards thrusts.

Moving your feet so one was balanced on the centre console, the other on his arm rest, he flicked a lever to flatten his backrest allowing you more room. You'd never been so grateful he had a large range rover, plenty of room. Especially when he flipped you round, he was on top of you now with your legs pressed against your chest, his cock edging back inside of you easily.

"Fuck I've missed this.. oh fuck... I've missed you.."

"I've missed you... Ah... so much... Oh god..."

"So tight for me," he groaned, his hips moving quicker. The car must have been shaking, neither of you cared.

"Cum for me, yeah?" His eyes on yours, his hips slowing slightly so as not to alert too much attention. The newer, steadier pace felt perfect - a new level of sensuality. He thrust deeper with each one, making your eyes widen, an orgasm building with each deep, powerful stroke.

"Harder, Cillian, harder..."

"Fuck I'm so close... So close..."

"That's it, that's it, that's it.. oh fuck, oh fuck..." Your whole body shook, your core pulsing with the sheer power of your orgasm, your juices engulfing him.

"Gonna cum..." He gave one last grunt, his body trembling as his cock emptied deep inside you, filling you up, you felt his cock throb and the warmth of his cum flowed through you.

He stayed inside you for a few minutes, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist as he rested on your chest. Your fingers raking through his hair, your hearts racing against each other.

"That wasn't part of the plan, sorry..." He chuckled.

"It wasn't how I imagined my evening ending either, don't worry," you smiled. He lifted off you slightly and kissed your lips, brushing his nose over yours.

"Will you let me back in?" You asked, hopefully.

"You never left, y/n."

[missymurphy1985]

The Strip Club - Cillian Murphy X Female OC

A/N - Set in 2010, and I've used fictional names for his wife/children

A night out with his brother and closest friends doesn't end the way Cillian expects it to.

Warning - Smut

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"I'm really not up for this Pad, can't we just go for a beer at the Anchor instead?" Cillian complained to his younger brother.

"You haven't been out with us in months, Dermot has had this all planned out for ages Cill, come on!" He rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't get out of it, no matter what he said. Pulling his boots on, the two of them left the house, getting into the waiting taxi outside.

Walking into the strip club via the VIP entrance at the back, Cillian kept his head low and his brother and friends close around him so as not to be seen. Last thing he needed was photos in the press of him coming here!

"We're here for The Secret Show? Booked under Padraig Murphy?" Paddy told the bouncer, who checked everyone's ID and led them through a curtained off section at the back of the club. No cameras, no members of the public, completely private.

The boys sat around the stage area, a waitress coming over to take their drinks order. Once she returned with them, the lights dimmed and the music from the movie Burlesque began to play through the speakers. A single spotlight on a stool on the stage.

Cillian could feel his cheeks burning, he genuinely had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He'd never been to a place like this, had always avoided them like the plague. The idea of a stripper had never appealed to him. Someone he'd never met, stripping to her underwear to please him and his drunk friends and even more cringe-worthy, his little brother, was not something he was remotely interested in.

The dancer came out, swaying her hips as she walked to the stool. Perching herself on it, legs crossed. Dressed in a black corset, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, and a black masquerade mask covering the top half of her face. Her long, silky brown hair flowing loosely down her back.

She was beautiful, there was no mistaking it. Cillian spotted Paddy nudging Dermot and whispering something in his ear and rolled his eyes. Probably something incredibly inappropriate about the young girl in front of them. He couldn't help feel sorry for her - lecherous old men creeping all over her as she danced for them, throwing money at her like she was a cheap prostitute...

The routine began. Cillian remained stoic, arms folded across his chest while the other lads cheered, louder each time an item of clothing was sexily removed from her lithe body. Her heels had been kicked off, her stockings slowly moving down her thighs, he couldn't watch any more. Standing, he made his way over to the bar to order another Guinness.

"I'd have thought you'd be over there enjoying the show with your friends?" A familiar voice from behind the bar startled him.

"Kate?"

"Long time no see," she smiled.

"Wow! Last person I expected to bump into tonight, how are you?"

"I'm okay, I see you're doing pretty well too." He nodded, his latest film, Inception, had been a box office smash. Professionally, at least, he could say he was doing well.

"Yeah, I guess so." His head lowered slightly, as Kate placed his pint in front of him.

"You guess? You okay?"

"What? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine. Although, no disrespect? Kinda wish I was anywhere but here right now!" He chuckled. Kate smirked.

"I get off in 20minutes, fancy a walk?"

"You know what, I'll take you up on that Kate. I'll meet you outside?"

"Deal."

Thirty minutes later, after Cillian had made his excuses to his brother, he was smoking a cigarette walking along the canal with Kate at his side.

"Did you travel the world like you planned after school?" He asked, stubbing the cigarette out on the floor.

"I did, a full year of travelling before I went to university."

"Where did you go?" She told him about Australia, backpacking across Vietnam and Thailand, before heading to California for three months on a work visa.

"It was amazing. Truly wonderful. I met some great people over there. But all good things must come to an end, right?" She looked at him, and quickly looked away.

"I couldn't stand in the way of you living your dream Kate, you know that. We ended on grand terms though, right?" She linked her arm through his and squeezed it.

"We did. Promised we'd stay in touch though didn't we..."

"Yeah, I admit that was my fault. Tanya wasn't overly keen on you was she?" His ex wife. Or soon to be ex, anyway.

"I'm sorry about what happened Cill. Are you okay?"

"I'm getting there, you know? If she'd rather fuck her friend's husband instead of her own, then so be it," he smiled as much as he could.

"Well if it's any consolation, she's clearly lost her mind." She squeezed his arm again, and he found himself moving it so it was wrapped over her shoulders. He could feel her shivering and pulled her a little tighter against him.

They approached a small apartment block around 100yards further down the canal, and Kate dug her keys out of her handbag.

"Thanks for walking me home. It was good to see you again," she smiled, unhooking herself from him.

"Maybe I could - " he was interrupted by the door opening, and a younger girl stood in the doorway with a toddler in her arms.

"I'm so sorry Kate, I gave her Calpol an hour ago but I couldn't get her to settle..."

"Hey it's okay, I'll take her now. Get yourself home sis, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" The young girl nodded, before nodding at Cillian and heading off down the street.

"Liane grew up!" Cillian laughed. The last time he'd seen her she'd still been in primary school. "And who's this little one?" He reached for the toddlers hand, grinning when she took his little finger and squeezed it.

"This is my daughter, Lily."

"Well Lily, you've certainly got your mama's eyes, haven't you?" Cillian glanced quickly at Kate's left hand.

"Her Dad isn't around Cill, I'm not married." He bent his head down. Busted.

"Then am I allowed in for a coffee at least?"

"If you don't mind sharing me with a teething baby, then yes, you can come in!" Kate led him through and fetched the teething granules from the cupboard and a teething ring from the freezer. Cillian offered to take Lily while she prepped a cup of warm milk for her.

Seeing him bounce her on his arm made her smile.

"Reminds me of Jack and Niamh when they were teething. Had to be moving around, constantly needed distraction. You okay if I take her a walk around after? See if I still have the magic touch?"

Kate nodded, and took her back to give her the nurofen, teething granules, followed by her sippy cup of warm milk. Once she'd finished, Cillian offered his arms out for her. She reached up for him, surprising Kate as she normally shied away from strangers, and off they went around the apartment. She watched from a distance as he took her around, showing her the ornaments on the window ledge, her reflection in the mirror, bouncing her up and down as she giggled lightly.

After around fifteen minutes, he made his way over to the radio in the kitchen, fiddling with the buttons before he found the station he was looking for. Soft, gentle classical music played through the speakers. He turned the volume down so it was barely audible, and leaned Lily into his shoulder, rocking her side to side gently. She nuzzled into his neck, Kate watching, smiling, as her baby's eyes grew heavier. She could feel past feelings coming back as she watched them. As much as she'd pretended losing him when he left University to pursue his acting career was fine and she had gotten over it, she never had. And now, bumping into him again all these years later, those feelings were coming back with some force.

Lily was snoring gently in his arms now, and Kate gently took her from him. Taking her into a small room at the back of the apartment. Coming out ten minutes later and closing the door as quietly as possible.

"I'd say you still have it Cill," she laughed, switching the baby monitor on in the corner of the living room where he sat on the sofa, two glasses of red wine in front of him. "You read my mind."

She sat next to him, clinking her glass with his.

"Did you meet her Dad while you were travelling?" He asked, after taking a sip.

"Yeah.. he erm.. he died not long ago. Cancer."

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh Kate that's awful..."

"No it's okay.. it was just a brief fling you know, we weren't together or anything. But it's sad for her. She'll never have that father figure. Just me and her against the world now." She felt his fingers brush her hair out of her face and gently down her cheek. Turning to him, she put her glass down on the table and turned to face him. He placed his down too, and moved closer.

Their faces centimetres apart, she could feel his warm breath against her own.

"I should probably go..."

"Again?" She whispered. She didn't want him to leave her again, as much as he had no intention of actually leaving. Their lips met, a kiss that was fifteen years overdue.

"I haven't spent a day not thinking about you, Kate..." He smiled, pulling away.

"You mean that, or are you just looking to get your end away?"

"Which is why I'm going to kiss you now, and go home. But I want to see you again. If I can?"

"And what if I don't want you to go home..." She kissed him again, this time straddling her legs over his thighs on the sofa. Even if this was a one night stand for him, she needed him, and he wasn't getting away this time.

"Then I'm not going home." His hips rose to meet hers, gyrating over his erection under his jeans, both of them removing each others clothes in record time until they were left in just their underwear.

"My god, you're incredible... Let me taste you..." He flipped her onto her back on the sofa, spreading her legs and placing gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs. His fingers teasing against her underwear, softly caressing her mound, before sliding a finger inside and groaning at how wet she was already.

"Cillian please...." She almost whimpered underneath him, her hips squirming against his lips and fingers. He pulled her underwear down her legs, and unceremoniously threw them across the room before moving his lips to her open slit, drawing his tongue slowly up and down her folds. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the cry of ecstacy within it so as not to wake Lily.

"You need to be quiet, you're not going to want me to stop once I've started Kate..." He smirked, before attacking her clit with his mouth, drawing it between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, increasing the pressure. His fingers pressing into her thighs, surely leaving bruises, as his mouth worked magic on her, her hips rocking against him.

"Oh god... That's so good, please don't stop..." Her words coming out in breathy little moans as her orgasm built quickly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him where she needed him. Two fingers suddenly entered her, making her gasp as they found the small bundle of nerves deep inside her, pushing and rubbing against it hard, matching his motions against her clit. Suddenly his mouth was off her, his fingers pumping into her, the palm of his hand pressed against her clit now as he moved his body up, his lips now pressed to hers. The taste of herself on him turned her on further, and she could feel herself letting go.

"Cum for me..." He whispered in her ear, sending her over the edge with a small cry into his shoulder, her body writhing against him. His fingers removed, replaced with his now solid cock as it pushed inside her quickly, picking up the same pace his hands were, hard and fast thrusts as he hooked her leg up under his elbow, forcing himself deeper.

Her nails scraped over his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck, frantic thrusts against each other, fifteen years of buried feelings coming out of them with a force that took her breath away.

"Yes... God yes..." Her moans into his neck drove him wild, her walls contracting around him pushing him closer. He could feel another orgasm building inside her, and angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot inside her perfectly.

"I'm so close Kate... So fucking close, you feel so good around me..."

"Cum inside me Cillian, please..." He grunted against her ear, nibbling on it gently as his hips pounded into her relentlessly now. Reaching his high, he flooded her, spilling inside her with a deep groan into her neck, sending her into her second orgasm, her legs wrapping tightly around his back pulling him even deeper inside her as she felt his cock pulsate, emptying into her.

He rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting, smiles forming as they looked into each others eyes.

"You're on the pill, right?" He chuckled, coming back to his senses.

"No." He lifted his head quickly.

"What?" She started to giggle, grinning at him.

"I'm on the coil, you're fine, don't worry!" He rested his head back into her neck, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Good to hear. I think three kids between us is enough for now, don't you?"

"What do you mean, for now?"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving you Kate, I'm not planning on doing it again," his lips gently kissed the side of her neck, running the tip of his nose along her jawline softly.

He pulled out of her with a groan, taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom - he'd clocked which one it was earlier that evening.

Kate smiled watching him grow hard again, knowing not much sleeping was going to be done once they got in there...

[missymurphy1985]

The Clandestine (part 6)

Warning: injury / angst / mentions of past abuse

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The police had taken your mother, the ambulance had taken Cillian. You'd stayed in the apartment, hands shaking and still covered in blood after you'd held a towel to his leg to stop the bleeding. He was unconscious when they'd taken him away. No one had been able to travel with him in the ambulance due to the police taking statements.

Your father was with you, his hand holding yours while you stared at a blood smear on the wall by the kitchen counter. You knew he was there, but nothing was fully registering. Everything felt hazy, like you were in a dream, just waiting to wake up. Words were all around you, but it was like they were in a different room, or you were underwater and everyone was talking above the waterline.

"She's in shock, she'll be okay."

"Someone make a sweet tea, she's shaking like a leaf."

"Tom's done his statement, he's on his way to the hospital now."

You stumbled through a statement to the kind police officer, although you weren't entirely sure what you actually said. Everything just seemed so unnatural. The woman who had given you life was more than prepared to take it from you. The woman who raised you tried to kill, fuck, she might have killed, the man you were falling for. There was so much blood, he was white as a ghost. You couldn't tell if he was breathing or not.. You remembered overhearing the paramedics talking about a femoral artery... Heavy blood loss... CPR... Cardiac arrest... You weren't sure what any of it meant but the fact an air ambulance arrived minutes after they did didn't ease your worries.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Your dad asked, handing you a mug of tea. He stroked your hair off your face gently and gave you a warm smile.

"I'm so sorry Daddy..." You choked.

"No, no, honey, none of this is your fault, come here..." He held you as you broke. Tears flowing down your cheeks.

"He'll be fine, he's going to the finest hospital in the state. They'll patch him up and he'll be back with you in no time," you stepmum soothed, kneeling in front of you.

"Tom is going to call me as soon as he knows more. Shall I take you down there?" Amy offered, Joseph behind her with his car keys ready. You shook your head, you couldn't face him after what you'd put him through. If he survived this, he'd be on a flight home at the earliest opportunity to get away from you.

"I need to lie down a while.." you stood, shakily, and went into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. Sinking into your bed, you wrapped the duvet around you tight, covering your head like you did when you were a child hiding from your mother's temper. Closing your eyes tight, feeling the pain wrack your bones, coursing through your veins. But it was okay. You deserved it. You'd caused so much pain, and so much anguish, this was God's judgement on you. Your mother was wrong though. Hell was clearly too good for you, so he'd allowed you to survive and live through this instead.

You could hear the bedroom door knocking, your father calling you, but you ignored it. They all needed to go away. Leave you alone to deal with the aftermath of your sin. This was your burden, and your burden alone.

If they would just leave you alone...

Go away...

Go away...

Go away...

"GO AWAY!!!!" You screamed. Loud enough you were sure god himself could probably hear you.

You heard the door open, and the duvet be pulled back. Joseph sat on the edge of the bed and folded his arms.

"Nope. Not happening. Get up." You glared at him, what was he doing?

"I mean it! Get that ass out of bed, right now!" He ripped the duvet off you, and stood in front of you, arms folded again. His glare mirrored yours.

"Why? So I can watch him die because of what I did?"

"So you can help him HEAL after what YOUR MOTHER did."

"He's going to run a mile when he wakes up!"

"You think that little of him? He's been talking about you since filming began! You made his year when you two finally hooked up! All he's been able to think about is YOU!"

"Really?"

"Yes!! Watching his face light up when someone says your name. His smile when he gets a text from you. The way he blushes like a fucking girl when you're near him. It's both sickening and adorable in equal measure..." He grimaced, but it earned him a slight chuckle from you.

"Do NOT go back to that dark place. You're so much better than that. You need to be strong now, because he isn't. And if you're not there when he wakes up, he'll be bitching at me for weeks and I just don't want it, quite frankly." His cheeky grin swiftly put a smile on your face too. You had been close since the start of filming - one too many drinks one night led to you opening up to him about your mother and abusive upbringing. Good as gold, he'd never told a soul. You were so happy when he and Amy got together. Your two closest friends.

He pulled you out of bed and held your cheeks between his hands.

"My strong y/n is still in there, I can see her. Give her a slap for me for running off like that, yeah?"

You laughed. And then cried. Choking sobs. He squeezed you tight and you heard keys jangling in the doorway. Your father stood there, beckoning you to come with him.

"He's going down for surgery, docs said he's been asking for you. How about we go down there and you can wait for him to come back up, eh?"