#lenny miller anna movie

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The Runway- Part 5

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy Anna’s movie)

A/N I walked around this chapter for so long, I wasn’t sure if it should take this direction at this stage, but rewriting it would take me a few more days and I don’t want to delay it anymore so, I hope you like this! 🥰

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“It’s fine, really I don’t care if I don’t close this runway.” Y/N tried to resonate with Lenny, he was pacing around like a animal in a cage.

“He knew, Richardson knew what he was doing.” Lenny was fuming.

Y/N shook her head, he was always trying to confront her with Anna and this was his best chance, at the most important runway show of the season. “Lenny it’s one runway, I’m not fighting with my sister over this.”

“We’re talking about the most important show, Y/N.” He sighed frustrated. “I can’t sit and do nothing.”

“I don’t care about taking he runway at all, to be honest… this is not like we’re finding those girls remember? That’s something that really matters.”

Suddenly Lenny had a better plan, he knew Anna would be atending a meet and greet with some fans and an after party at the end of the runway.

“You know what? You’re right, let’s go.” He took his tie and the jacket of his suit and called the security team to start moving.

But she knew he wasn’t done with it, just by looking at him typing on his phone as they were driven to the venue, she knew Lenny wouldn’t let this go.

****

Make up artists, stylists, models, everyone were shocked to learn the last minute changes regarding to Anna closing the runway instead of Y/N. But she kept a professional environment and mentioned her agent would release an statement.

She didn’t know how her ex manager landed that deal or if Anna was involved at all, but honestly she didn’t care about it.

“I’m truly sorry darling.” Donatella apologized before the fashion show started.

“It’s alright.”

“This was beyond my control… but let me make it up to you, how about we finally start working on that handbags project you wanted?”

Lenny saw the way Y/N’s eyes sparkled at the proposal.

“Meet me in my villa next week, stay for the weekend and we can have a chat.”

As Y/N thanked her, the fashion designer gave her shoulders a squeeze and left to make sure the show was perfect.

She could be the one opening or closing the runway, it simply didn’t matter, Lenny realized that as the photographers went crazy when Y/N stepped ready to take over. And it didn’t matter because it was her who owned the runway, he didn’t know how to put it into words, but she could be walking with a potatoes sack and still look fabulous.

“You thought you could just take them away from me and I’d watch you? No, I got a front row ticket and Anna is filling my pockets.” Richardson whispered in a mischievous tone.

“Congratulations man.” Lenny offered him his hand. Using his skills to charm the other agent. “You won this battle. How are you celebrating?”

“Chateau… private booth, you should join me and my pals.”

Richardson offered him a card with his name on it and a pass.

“Count me in.” Lenny held the straight face until the bastard was out of his sight.

That’s when he started moving to meet Y/N backstage. “You were great. The best like always.” He tried to cheer her up.

“Thanks, I can’t wait to head home.” Deep down he knew she was disappointed, but for a different reason, she was hurt.

“I think I might have something, there’s an after party at a club, Anna’s attending and you should come.”

“I’m really tired, would you mind if I skip it?” Y/N was done with her belongings, with all of this.

Lenny shook his head. “Of course not, I’m asking the driver to take you to the hotel, see you later?” He was torn between comforting her and going to the club.

“Sure.” Y/N turned around to press her lips into Lenny’s, it was a short kiss, but it was enough for Anna to see as she opened the door without knocking, she slowly closed it before her sister and manager pulled apart.

She knocked innocently, as if she didn’t see anything. “Y/N are you there?”

Taking a step back, Y/N pretended to fix her hair in the opposite corner. “Come in.”

Anna smiled looking between the pair. “Just wanted to check if you’re coming to the party?”

“Sorry, no… I’m heading back to the hotel. Want to have some rest, I’ve a headache.” She lied making a big effort to put a smile on her face.

“That sucks, feel better sis.” Anna said without showing an ounce of actually giving a damn about Y/N.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the after party you organized?” Lenny asked looking annoyed at the model.

“Because I told you that as soon as the Fashion Week was over, you’d no longer be my agent, right now our contract is over so… officially I don’t have to tell you anything I do.” Anna gave him a defiant look.

“Anna.” Y/N called in a warning tone. “Lenny is only trying to help us.”

“Us? I think he’s been helping you more than anything.” Anna gave her sister a look up and down.

Frowning, Y/N asked her what she meant.

“Oh, I thought you might know more about that than me.” Anna clapped and she looked from Lenny to her sister once more, making a triumphant face.

As Anna left the dressing room, Lenny kept his eyes on Y/N, watching her frustration becoming more evident by the minute.

“Just ignore her, Y/N she’s trying to piss you off, like every single sister in the world.”

“You say it like you know about it.”

Lenny chuckled and the sound was enough to get Y/N’s attention. “I actually do, I’ve a sister, she’s older than me.”

Her face changed completely, it was so strange from him to open up about anything, let alone something so personal.

“You’re lying.”

But Lenny shook his head in a soft motion.

“She’s the most annoying sister ever, but I love her to death… maybe one day you could meet her?”

Y/N softened her expression, a smile started growing on her lips. “I’d love to!”

“Gimme a minute, okay?” Lenny gave her a gentle squeeze and rushed out from the dressing room.

Despite the brief smile, Lenny could see the sadness in her eyes, and it was tearing him apart. He walked past a dozen of models changing their clothes, assistants hanging the dresses, cleaning up the make up stations.

Close to the exit, there she was, the woman he had been looking for. She listened intensely at the question the reporter was making and answered immediately, praising the runway, the collection and the opportunity to close successfully one more fashion show. They laughed at something she mentioned and then her eyes landed on him.

One look and she was calling out for the night. Thanking the reporters, she walked towards Lenny.

“Mr. Miller, this way please.” She lead the way to a dressing room that was adequated as a small office.

“How can I help you?” Donatella asked, giving him her undivided attention.

“About your offer to Y/N….” Lenny crossed his arms against his chest. “She’s going through a hard time right now, I was wondering if I could ask you about the Villa , if Y/N could stay there for a few days.”

“Yes, absolutely. My assistant will give you the code to enter the property, she’ll make sure there’s everything she needs. I just have to ask you for a favor, Mr. Miller.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t leave her alone. I can tell how much she looks up to you. You really care about Y/N.” Donatella stated.

Lenny didn’t even try to hide it.

“I do, ma’am.”

“Good.”

“I’ll send over something for you too then. Ciao.”

“Ready? The driver is waiting for you.” Lenny stepped in Y/N’s dressing room.

“I don’t want to deal with the reporters tonight, I can’t.” Y/N shook her head.

“Hey just get comfortable, have some rest and I’ll try to get there as soon as I can.” Lenny caressed Y/N’s face. “I’ll take care of that and the club.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I might find something tonight.”

She felt her heart skip a beat, would it lead to something related to Anna?

Pressing his lips against hers, Lenny stepped out of her car and watched it drive away.

Lenny pretended to drink from his glass, his eyes scanning the club, looking for something out of place, instinct on alert.

This wasn’t part of the official investigation, with the amount of experience he had accumulated over the years he knew when to follow his gut at this point of his life.

“Hey man,” the bartender motioned Lenny to get closer, “you’re new around right?”

“Yeah, just stoping by to have a blast.” He tried to play it cool.

The bartender looked at his shoes and watch, no ring on his left hand.

“A couple of fellas recommended this place for its variety.”

“Yeah there’s a lot, listen we’ve some off the menu specials if you know what I mean.” He talked over the music, Lenny knew he was in the right place.

“That’s exactly what I’m looking for.” He cocked a smile.

“Right, just take a look around, let me know and head upstairs for the private rooms. Tell them Anto sent you.”

“Anto?” Lenny rubbed his chin.

“Antonio.”

“Anyone huh?”

Anto started cleaning the counter. “Yeah if they aren’t drunk enough we’ll deal with it.”

“Oh, I definitely appreciate that.” Lenny slipped a bill under his glass and patted Anto on the shoulder. “I guess there’s just premium quality?”

“That’s about right, specially tonight it’s a private event and girls come from different places. They only let in A type.”

Lenny looked at the man with a frown. “Not following.”

“A type are elite girls, international students, 10/10, tourists.”

“It’s going to be hard to pick just one.” Lenny continued with the talk, feeling disgusted.

“You can come back tomorrow, there will be different merchandise.”

Lenny leaned forward with interest.

“Should I get a VIP card then? What if I want let’s say… two for the night?”

“You look like the kind of client this club wants, I can arrange that for you. Get a bargain before they’re shipped away.”

Just as he was about to ask something else, someone caught his eye.

“What about her?” He pointed at Anna, testing the waters.

“Oh no, not her… you don’t want that kind of trouble.” Anto stated.

Swallowing, Lenny looked at his glass.

“Is she that wild?”

“You don’t know her?!” Anto was shocked. “Top model, she’s the boss’s woman, out of everybody’s league.”

“Haven’t seen her.” He lied and shook his head. So the boss is around? Lenny wondered. “Anyways let me take a look and I’ll let you know.”

From afar his eyes followed Anna, she was smiling and posing for pictures with anyone who asked her, dancing to the beat of the music and drinking.

In the opposite corner he pointed at Anto, the barman talked to someone on a radio and he was approached by a waiter almost immediately.

“The girl with the orange dress.” He whispered, she was hard to miss and he could bet his life she was underage, but wearing that kind of clothes and heavy make up, she easily passed for someone older.

Lenny wasn’t prepared for what happened then, someone tapped Anna on the shoulder, said something in her ear and minutes later she was moving from to group, smiling at everyone, after chatting for an instant with some girls, she approached the girl with the orange dress, as they were having a chat, a waiter put a few drops of something in her drink while she was distracted.

She was definitely involved, now he just needed to catch her.

But he wasn’t allowed to see more as he was guided upstairs to a private room, it was small and he could tell the bad smell was disguised with some strong scent.

“You’ve to pay in advance.” The guard informed him, Lenny didn’t back down he was trying to intimidate him.

“What if I’m not pleased with the merchandise?”

“Oh you can ask for a refund.” The guard spatted with sarcasm.

“Do you know how to have a joke?”

But before the guard could answer Lenny, the girl arrived escorted by a waiter, she could hardly stand by herself, she was holding her head, it was evident she felt dizzy.

“Do you think we could be the nexts to have her? Before they ship her overseas?” Lenny heard the waiter say. His head was pounding, he wanted to punch someone, something.

“Oh I was planning to have a little fun before they take her.” The guard replied and Lenny felt like his stomach was turning inside of him.

Of course he wouldn’t abuse this girl, he wanted to find a way to save her.

He helped her to throw up in the bin, in an attempt to get the drugs out of her system, but he didn’t have any meds or backup help.

I can’t sleep, are you still in the club?- Y/N texted him.

Yes! Come over, meet me at the back door. SOS. - He replied.

The only way out was to have some kind of incident. Something that would make them all look the other way. So he opened the door and taking the chance because no one was around, he pulled the fire alarms. As the place was filled with panic over the noise and the sprinklers started spreading water around, he was able to carry the girl outside the room.

Another waiter found him midway and was about to ask for help as Lenny was holding the girl in his arms, but he was faster and punched him right in the face, then he knocked his head against the wall to leave him unconscious.

As everything turned into chaos inside the club and people tried to leave, Lenny managed to make it to the back door, his heart was pounding, he was driven by an adrenaline rush as he heard vehicles approaching, screeching tires against the pavement, he moved quickly to hide behind a dumpster, the girl hanging from his shoulder groaned. The smell was terrible, but moving right now would be a stupid thing to do as four black SUV parked and he witnessed how Anna was escorted to the first vehicle, she was followed by a man he couldn’t recognize and then the SUV sped up to disappear in seconds.

Peeking out, Lenny then saw six girls being pushed inside. In seconds they were gone.

“Adam,” Lenny whispered on the phone, “follow a black SUV and track the vehicle number.” He asked and repeated the number.

“Boss b-” Adam started. Lenny knew he wasn’t following the plan structure, but sometimes you have to take another route.

“Just do it Adam.”

After hanging up, the screen on his phone showed and incoming call from Y/N.

“I’m close, but there’s a lot of traffic.”

“Meet me in the back of the building, you can take a turn in the next block.” He instructed as he saw her location on his phone.

“But it’s in the opposite direction.” Y/N replied.

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll wave off the ticket.”

“Marcus can you take your right?”

Lenny gasped in shock.

“Why are you with your driver Y/N?”

“Because,” Y/N groaned, she was a little but embarrassed to admit it out loud. How could she explain him that she didn’t know how to drive? It was embarrassing.

Soon Lenny was in her eyesight. But he wasn’t alone.

“He better keep his mouth shut.” Lenny gave the driver a side eye look, it was more like a warning look. “Marcus help me with the lady please.”

“What happened?” Y/N asked in shock as she saw the pale girl, Lenny’s clothes and hair were wet.

“It’s a long story.” Lenny admitted, trying to think of how much he should share with Y/N.

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fic idea:

Lenny Miller x reader where they’re divorced and end up stuck in a safe house together. lots of hate fucking.

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Anna (2019)

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Masterlist (Cillianmesoftlyyy)

Last updated: 3/16/24

As requested, here yah go my lovelies! Series are indented separately to keep them together. One-shot stories are listed in numbered format. Requested fics have a "⭐️"

Neil Lewis:

The Gumshoe is a Girl's Best Friend (fluff)

Horror Movies (smut) Horror Movies Pt 1 Horror Movies Pt2

As You Wish (smut) As You Wish Pt 1 As You Wish Pt 2 ⭐️

Tommy Shelby:

In Love, in War (smut): In Love, in War Pt 1 In Love, in War Pt 2 In Love, in War Pt 3 In Love, in War Pt 4 In Love, in War Pt 5

At the Cabaret (smut): At the Cabaret Pt 1 At the Cabaret Pt 2 At the Cabaret Pt 3 At the Cabaret Pt 4 At the Cabaret Pt 5

Cillian Murphy:

Under the Weather (fluff)

Method Acting (smut)

So New (fluff)

Like a Good Neighbor... (smut)

Cut the Shit-delusion, Sweetheart (fluff)

Nerves (smut) ⭐️

Dr. Jonathan Crane:

The Experiment (smut + my first work) The Experiment Pt 1 The Experiment Pt 2 The Experiment Pt 3

I Can Fix That... (smut) I Can Fix That Pt 1 I Can Fix That Pt 2 I Can Fix That Pt 3

Jonathan Breech:

The Ward (smut) The Ward Pt 1 The Ward Pt 2 The Ward Pt 3

Tom (The Party 2017):

Sweet Revenge (smut)

Agent Lenny Miller (Anna 2019):

How About It, Agent Miller? (smut)

[saintmuses]

❝𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧❞

Pairing:

Dark!Lenny Miller x Assassin!Reader

Summary:

When Lenny found his asset after the mission was completed with a small price, he punished her for leaving him.

Warning(s): SMUT. Dub-con/Non-con. Implied age-gap (everyone’s grown). P in V. Major pain kink. Possessive!Lenny. Dark!Lenny (I mean he is downright mean). Implication of forced breeding kink. Minors, dni! Note: Lenny and Y/N never had sex before this fic unlike the movie Anna, just a bit of non-professional interactions between them.

Word Count: 2.6k

Maud swallowed, her brown eyes were wide as she fidgeted at the kitchen table; the same table he had barged in a few days ago and sat down then interrogated her of Y/N’s whereabouts.

“She sent me flowers with a note to call her,” she said quietly, pointing at the daffodils and his eyes traced the vase they sent the flowers in, and his lips curled as jealousy reared its ugly head. He then snatched the card from the table to see the numbers before turning away.

He typed in the number and waited for her to pick up the call.

She picked up the call, “Maud.”

“Try again,” he muttered into the receiver, his voice was cold as ice.

Her breathing hitched and his lips curled into a small smirk. “Agent Miller.” She said his name formally and he wanted to laugh. She was not formal the last few associations, only calling him by his first name.

“Don’t worry, he’s dead.” With a click, he realized she hung up the phone ending the conversation between him and her. He silently cursed as he slammed the telephone down on the table next to Maud who flinched. He only gave her a brief apologetic nod.

It wasn’t so much about the mission since he knew she did her job; it was about finding her.

He had to find her, even if it was the last thing he ever fucking do.

It did not take that long for him to find her, already tracing the reception to the hotel where she was staying at which was in Nice, France.

Entering Hotel Amour, he slammed his credentials on the front desk reception along with a photo description of the girl he was searching for.

The receptionist quickly admitted to him, gave him the room number and the key for it, and she informed him that he would not to be disturbed after he offered her extra money for privacy.

Turning away from the desk, he strode toward the elevator with a goal in his mind.

He had never crossed the line with her other than silent messages in his gaze filled with longing and anticipation. Anticipation that once this mission was over, he would be able to show her Hawai’i islands the way they were meant to be shown.

Then she went and screwed it up by not returning to him after the plan of assassinating the former KGB director.

He knew he had to be careful when entering the hotel room due to her tenure as a former KGB assassin, they were trained to zero on their environment, including something that felt off.

Fortunately for him, he was not a CIA agent for no reason. He also had the opportunity to analyze her during his tenure as her handler, to find out what made her tick.

Lenny swallowed inaudibly as he observed the girl on the mattress as it came into his view. Eventually making his way to the bed as he stood in front of it.

She was lying in the middle, sleeping peacefully as the sheets were rumpled around her. He could tell she was only wearing panties while the sheets covered her bare breasts.

With that knowledge, his cock began to harden in his dress pants, stiffening which made him shift uncomfortably.

Then he knew what he wanted to do to her.

He turned around, taking his wool overcoat off his shoulders, making a few steps forward to the side table and a chair resided at.

He quietly placed his overcoat on an accent chair at the corner of the room then he proceeded to remove his blazer as well, before easing himself on it. He bent down silently then unlaced the ties of his dress shoes before placing them aside.

He then unbuckled his belt, minding the metal to make sure it would not emit a sound before placing it on the floor next to his shoes.

Standing on the side of bed with no stitch of clothing on him with an intention, he removed the sheets carefully until he moved it to the side away from her body. He dragged the bottom lip between his teeth at the sight of her breasts, and his hand reached for her.

His fingers wrapped around her throat, squeezing it slightly as he began to hold her down. Her eyes snapped open as her hands immediately clamored around his wrist to pull his hand off her throat.

He was able to time it impeccably when her legs parted slightly to scramble up from him, but he was too quick when he slotted himself between her thighs, immobilizing her momentarily.

“Y/N,” he said sternly, making her freeze once she had realized who was holding her down, although her grip on him was tight, her body slightly relaxed in his hold. “You’re surprised to see me.” He breathed deeply, basking in her sweet aroma as he held her down. “Didn’t think I was going to find you, did you?” 

He reached over to turn on the table lamp on the bedside table, the dim colored light cascaded the room. It illuminated the indescribable expression on her face as he reached down between them, and her eyes widened when he ripped the fabric from her hips. His gaze on her face was predatory and hungry as he was flushed between her thighs, and he was now slowly moving his hips, rubbing his shaft slowly and deeply against her exposed cunt. His jaw clenched at sheer pleasure of her cunt touching his cock after wanting her for so long.

The way his body was moving against hers was almost as if he was claiming her body as his own and was taking absolute, full, and complete control over her helpless body.

“Y/N.” His voice was now low, and his gaze was even more predatory than before, as he was now moving his hips forcefully and with more confidence, grinding against her cunt. He noticed her low whine and it only increased his eagerness.

She felt him pulling back briefly, and she felt his hand in her hair pushing forward to look down to see his thick shaft and her eyes suddenly widened. It was big and long, making her let out an audible whimper at the sight.

He let out a deep moan, his breath coming out quick and urgent and his fingers was now even tighter in her hair, making her unable to move her head.

He maneuvered her body into sitting position against the headboard while placing the back of her thighs across his thighs so she could be closer to him in a slightly bent position, but he was gripping her hair to make her see her cunt being exposed, and he used his other hand to grip his cock firmly.

Lenny’s grip on her hair was now incredibly tight and she could feel his fingers digging deeply into her scalp as her eyes widened at the sight between her thighs.

Lenny could see her flushed face from how exposed she now felt. He then shifted his hips as he was now barely pressing the head of his cock into her little hole.

He gave an almost teasing look with a mere smirk and a raised eyebrow to remind her of the sheer size of his cock and to remind her of just how he would take her, at his mercy as a punishment.

Her eyes again widened to see how her hole started to gape to accommodate the tip of his thick cock that was barely pressing into her.

Lenny’s breaths were now coming out a tad bit harsh at the heat of her cunt enveloping him.

She inhaled sharply when he pulled back, forcing the hole to release his tip, leaving it empty. He then returned, pushing the tip into her again.

The way the tip of his cock was constantly pushing back in and then pulling back from her opening, her breaths now started to come out quick and short as she was realizing that he was doing this slowly and methodically, so she could really feel just how much she was now at his mercy.

She whimpered as the head fully went into her, stopping right before the flared end, stretching the hole to the point of pain. It only made her entire body tensed up and her legs started to tighten around his thighs as she was now being stretched to a point where it was really starting to start to feel painful for her cunt.

Her eyes squeezed shut when she felt him shifting his hips backwards slightly, making the end of his cock head to tug onto her opening.

His movements were now becoming very slow, as he was now letting her feel every single moment of torture.

Her eyes then opened to look down to see how stretched her opening was getting and her eyes widened as she now got a clear view of his tip now tugging on her hole. It was now feeling incredibly stretched and it was looking for a way out, but it had little option except to accommodate Lenny’s cock head as best as it possibly could.

She bit down on her bottom lip as she accidentally squeezed her hole around the edge of his tip to the point it made her whimper.

Lenny was now making even more slow and steady movements of his hips, now allowing her cunt to feel even more painful sensations.

He released her hair, making her head thump back against the headboard as she continued to feel all the uncomfortable sensation that his movements were inducing on her.

He stilled his hips before slowly shifting again and this time his cockhead was tugging.

“Stop please.” She pleaded softly.

"Why should I?" Lenny whispered questioningly. He didn't seem like he had any intentions to stop.

She cried out sharply when he removed his cock from her opening painfully as he withdrew completely.

He seemed to be enjoying seeing her hole gaping for as long as possible, but at the same time, Lenny seemed ready to plunge his cock back into her anytime her hole wasn't completely open and gaping for him to see. “You belong underneath me,” he growled.

Lenny withdrew completely before he maneuvered her into an even tighter positioning by pushing her thighs towards her shoulders, so her cunt was more exposed, even more vulnerable, and tighter than before. It was clear that he wanted her to feel every single part of this and to fully understand the pain he was giving her.

She had let out a hoarse noise when he pushed the tip of his thick shaft into her forcefully, the position she was in was making it even excruciating painful for her to even comprehend.

Lenny looked on as she had her eyes squeezed shut and his hand gripped the back of her thigh as his other hand slid down from her other leg towards her glistening cunt.

She felt him tapping on her clit with his finger before Lenny’s finger made small, circular motions on it, making her hole sting slightly and twitch with pain as a reaction to his ministrations, he knew that she was now highly sensitive to whatever he was doing to her, and he didn't plan on letting up either.

She yelped when he tugged onto her bundle of nerves, making her wetness squirted out of her, making her opening clamping onto the head of his cock, drenching her cunt and his pelvis. She was completely overwhelmed, and he wasn't stopping, he was now making small circular motions on her sensitive spot to keep the tightness that he was now achieving for before he violently pulled out of her cunt, making her cry out in pain as the sudden removal of his cock was very painful and sudden for her.

Lenny didn't even pause for a second before he gave his complete attention to her cunt as her entire body jolt with pain and pleasure. She bit her lip as he continued to rub her clit aggressively, making her hole squeezed tightly around nothing until he forced his cock head back in, except this time he didn’t stop.

She had let out a whimper of pain as her entire body tensed up from his thick cock being forcefully shoved in so deeply inside her cunt that her body couldn't take it and tensed up as it tried to reject the intrusion.

Lenny had stopped tugging her sensitive bud, withdrawing from it before lifting both of his hands to grip the decorative headboard and suddenly began to violently thrust his length in and out into her hole with as much strength and brutality as he could muster, he wasn't holding back at all in the way that he was already stuffing her full, grunting with each thrust as he fell into the intense rhythm of battering her abused cunt.

Her hands were pressing right over his waist as her entire body was pushed right up against the headboard as she now had to grip his body for support even as he continued to slam into her with no signs of slowing down and he knew that the pain was mounting for her.

“I need you to stop, please.” She begged; he could feel the warmth of her palms on his chest as she attempted to push him away. Unfortunately for her, he was stronger than her.

"Stop...?” He looked at her with disbelief in his cold gaze, “I’m not stopping any time soon, Y/N. We're nowhere near finished. Not until I fill you up with my cum." 

He kept furiously and brutally pounding her opening, making her lower body feel like it was going through pure hell, and she didn't want Lenny to keep going at this pace for too terribly long before she felt like she would break apart in a few moments if he didn't ease up.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Droplets of tears began to coat her cheeks as they escaped from her ducts.

Lenny did not seem to care for her crying, "I'm doing this to you because you fucking left me and I want you to suffer for it. Now shut up and don't question me." He said roughly, glaring down at her with silent rage in his icy eyes.

He was now starting to make even more aggressive and rougher motions inside her cunt, pulling her deeper and making her cry out and squirm even more now.

He then slowly pulled out, dragging his cock against her walls until the thickest part of the head was tugging the abused hole painfully. He then kept his hips still to make her feel the excruciating pain of the stretching the cock was inflicting on her battered opening. Releasing one of his hands from the headboard, he immediately started gripping the girth that was not nestled into her warmth and started stroking it so he could spill into her. 

He grunted as his pleasure increased, mounting towards the pleasure he needed. He groaned before slamming into her to the hilt, the head of his cock brushed against her cervix as the ropes of cum spilled into her.

He then heaved a sigh against her skin once he shifted his hips slightly to ease up the rest of the aftershocks.

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again,” he said gruffly, warning against the curve of her cheek, panting slightly as he wrung out the last bit of his cum into her. “And you owe me dinner.” He gave her a smirk before pulling out.

[littlefandomfairy]

🩷 (fluff) 🍆 (smut) 😈 (angst) 🩹 (hurt/comfort)

fic rec masterlist

🎞️ Neil Lewis (Watching The Detectives)

you already know (series) by @mypoisonedvine (individual warnings)

she's my best friend by @differentclasss 🩷🍆👿

first date movies by @willaferrreyra 🩷🍆

you're the only one who makes me feel alive by @cillianhead 🍆👿

in my neighbors pool by @your-nanas-house 🩷🍆

dry humping by @pictureinme 🩷🍆

pool party by @slut4thebroken 🩷🍆

☀️ Robert Capa (Sunshine)

gravity by @system-to-the-madness 🩷

needy by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆

🕵️ Lenny Miller (Anna)

daddy kink by @darthannie 🩷🍆

take me back to hawaii by @madame-wilsonn 🩷🩹

breeding kink by @darthannie 🍆

love of his life by @aphroditeslover11 🩷🍆

🤫 Emmett (A Quiet Place Part II)

good girl, stay quiet for me (series) by @salbei-141 (individual warnings)

hypothermia by @beastofburdenxo 🍆🩹

home improvement by @slut4thebroken 🩷🍆

it's always the quiet ones by @kiss-me-cill-me 🍆

scream for me by @cillianhead 🩷🍆

⚓ Henry Wilson (Dunkirk)

his little family by @madame-wilsonn 🩷

roses by @madame-wilsonn 🩷

sunrises and hot chocolate by @madame-wilsonn 🩷🩹

blurb by @springsteens

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

Omg I’m so happy you replied!! I definitely have more questions.

1. What Cillian character do you like writing about the most and why?

2. What story from your master list are you most proud of?

3. Do you personally have any fic recommendations/ must reads? Other sites included.

4. What gets you inspired to write? Following that question have you ever abandoned a fic?

5. What do you think made you a better writer? If you have any doubts about your work, how do you get past it enough to continue?

6. Is there a Cillian character that you just don’t like, or aren’t interested in watching/ writing about? (Sorry if that’s a loaded question)

omg thank u so much for this!!! i srsly love interacting w u guys, tysm for the thought provoking questions😄🙌

i think i like writing most about robert fischer:) ik it probably doesnt translate considering ive written most for jonathan crane but robert fischer is just such a little sweetheart to me,,, and can go both ways in being a sassy dom douchebag or being a sobbing daddy issues sub darling LOLLL i just think he has a lot of duality to delve into and develop (which ive definitely not done so far☠️) and it helps that his characterization in inception was also very surface level— i have a lot of wiggle room y’know??

i think im most proud of “dine & dash” which im aware probably no-one has read, but getting chris o’doyle’s sassy little dialogue down was like taming a wild beast,,, otherwise, considering my more well-known work, i rly liked writing “honey, i’m home”. i go crazy for the unhinged readers (if u couldnt alrdy tell lmaooo) and seeing jackson get messed with like that was a real treat.

i seriously just recommend anything by @mypoisonedvine,,, they’re literally genius & are the reason i started writing for cillian:)!! other mentions include kitten fics by @pictureinme and, a personal fave, @floralcyanidee’s jackson rippner mile-high club fic!!! these writers are all incredibly talented and im just blown away at their work every single time🫶

my thirst is such a big motivator for writing LMAO😭i wrote “guinea pig” ‘cus i wanted to absolute wreckkk jonathan crane and have him be a sub, and i got a 6.8k words long fic out of said thirst! music & book quotes motivate me a lot too— i spend sm time digging thru my pinterest for a good quote for the beginning of my fic its actually insane☠️and yes,,, im ashamed to say ive abandoned fics numerous times,,, but thats because they were series’, not oneshots. i get bored of series’ pretty quickly, ‘cause i feel kind of trapped by the initial dynamic or mood set in the first chapter. with oneshots, its like writing one long chapter of this trope and this kink or whatever and then its done, and i dont have to exhaust myself going back to tropes or kinks or storylines ive already done.

i think reading made me a better writer. expanding my vocabulary through the words of others was a biggie; seeing something be described in a certain way in someones story had me thinking of out-of-the-box ways to describe another thing (that doesn’t make much sense but lets pretend it does😭). i have many, many doubts about my work, like constantly, but i usually just suck it up. i sound like an attention whore but seeing the reposts & comments & tags on my other work reminds me people like what i’ve written before and certain people will enjoy what ive written now, so i should just finish my work for them. i also take like 100 years rereading my stuff until i think its good enough lmao,,,

ive kinda watched his whole roster of films (atleast ones i could actually find on the internet and not gone missing as a lost piece of media lmao) and i could probably write for any cillian character given i had a good idea and proper motivation. writing for certain characters is definitely harder for me to do though, so its likely i wont write for them/will take a long time to do so. an example is lenny miller— anna was such an insufferable movie to me, and lenny’s screentime wasn’t long at all, atleast not long enough for me to properly grasp his character. he just felt like a horny hardass fbi goof the whole time i could not take his 5’7 ass seriously😭cillian is smexy as hell in anna tho, so we’ll see😈another would probably be robert capa from sunshine,,, hes beautiful and deliciously musty in that but the whole spaceship setting kinda freaks me out (considering i know 0 zilch nada about space, spaceships, or anything of the sort, so it’d definitely be inaccurate). an au with him id definitely do, though! (with that hair of his my mind is already forming a 90s band au, guitarist!capa x singer!reader story…)

again thank u so much for these questions!! i feel like i rarely get to chat to u guys so this was well appreciated😄🫶thank you so much for reading, for sending these questions in, and for being an overall sweetheart, anon!

[look-at-the-soul]

The Runway- Part 4

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy role for movie Anna)

Series Master list

A/N: You’ll see a little crossover with The Photoshoot (my Cillian’s series) 🥰📸

Opening the door to her suite, Y/N was greeted by a gorgeous bouquet of fresh flowers in every possible color. With the biggest smile on her face, she leaned towards it to capture the incredible smell.

“I didn’t write a card, I’m… terrible with words.” Lenny stated leaning against the doorframe.

Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from her face as she walked towards Lenny. London Fashion Week seemed blurry to her, compared to the mind blowing days she had with Lenny; private dinners after taking the runways, stealing short kisses before every show, glances here and there, a subtle touch when no one was looking… she had been daydreaming since the moment she opened her eyes, until she was able to be alone with him.

“I love them, thank you.” Y/N greeted him with a short peck on the lips.

“How was the photoshoot?”

That made her eyes sparkle with happiness.

“Amazing! The photos turned out great, I saw a sneak peek and trust me, it’s going to be a major thing… thank you for letting me do it.” Y/N walked towards her wardrobe to change into something more comfortable, she still had glitter on her hair, but that would have to wait until the following morning because she was exhausted, after one press conference, two fashion shows and a four hours photoshoot, she was drained for the day.

“I would never take a project from you.” Lenny allowed himself to enjoy the process of seeing the real Y/N take over; as she removed the make up and washed her face, she showed him like she really was.

“You know what I mean, I signed that contract behind Richardson’s back, he would’ve never allow me to participate in a campaign like this.”

It was about lingerie made for all body shapes, sizes and with different beauty styles, Y/N loved to share the screen with women who felt confident about their bodies, skin type and marks.

“This isn’t about looking at a women’s body in a sexual way, it’s about feeling beautiful in whatever package you have, you know? This stigmatization the industry has made us all believe that you have to be a certain size to use sexy underwear has a terrible impact because no matter how hard we try, we’ll never be enough.”

It had been such a great experience to stand next to beautiful women, with gorgeous skin tones, freckles, plus size, stretch marks, short hair, a birth mark. Literally every kind of beauty. She was inspired by this project, by the impact it would have. She could easily imagine the publicity it would get, to reach so many women who might identify with one of the ambassadors. This lingerie wasn’t looking to reach the average women only, they wanted the entire community.

The brand wanted to make every single women out there feel beautiful.

Lenny loved to hear her talk about her passion, and building a women’s confidence was one of those topics that made her smile bigger.

“I felt particularly comfortable with the photographer, her name is Yael Murphy and she flew in from Dublin, lovely person, she had a brilliant idea! The message is clear, wear that gorgeous lingerie today, don’t leave it for a special occasion.” Y/N blushed realizing how they started talking about something they haven’t done yet, they still needed to take that step in their relationship, but it was still early days.

Lenny realized the embarrassment in her eyes.

“Of course I’d support your decision to be part of this project, if it’s important to you, it matters to me.”

He would never be able to even imagine the impact his words had on her.

Y/N gave him a small peck on the lips.

“Am I allowed to ask about your real job?”

He shook his head, feeling frustrated for having to keep things away from her. “It’s for your own safety.”

“What? Are there hidden microphones around or what?”

She joked, but Lenny quickly turned up the volume of the television, and taking her hand, he guided her towards the kitchen, after turning on the blending *(?) machine and when the noise covered his voices, he whispered:

“Y/N, this is an official investigation.” The serious tone in his voice and the look in his eyes, made her skin crawl, sometimes it was easy to forget about that with how much the shows demanded from her. “You need to remember I’m not a real model agent.”

“Do they know that we’re together?”

“Romantically? No, that’s why I tell you to come to my room.”

“So you really set up microphones in my suite?”

Lenny sighed. “It wasn’t me, it’s part of the investigation, my team is monitoring your sister 24/7 therefore your suite as well.”

Y/N felt a knot in her stomach at the privacy invasion. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, yet it made her feel uneasy to know there were people listening to her phone conversations, they were able to know absolutely everything about her.

“It’s fine, Y/N they’re only looking for something that leads us to the missing girls.”

Y/N seemed to think about it for a moment, Lenny took the opportunity to grab her by the waist to pull her body towards him.

“I want this to be over.” She relaxed against his chest, while Lenny experimented something he had never felt before.

“I’m not stopping until I find who did this.” He turned off the blending machine.

“Okay, so if you can’t talk, you’ll answer my questions at least.” Y/N proposed with a grin, Lenny was in his usual serious character and she wanted to know more about him.

Lenny squinted his eyes at her and stole a few almonds from her bowl.

“Can I ask how did you became an agent?” Y/N lowered her voice into a whisper for the last part.

Lenny made a face, “can’t say that, confidentiality agreement.”

Y/N opened her eyes. “Oh, okay… what’s the most boring part of your job?”

“Nothing is boring.” Lenny gave her a half smile.

“If you could be anything else, what would you choose and why?”

Lenny raised an eyebrow. “Why would I change this?”

Y/N groaned. “You really can’t answer anything?”

Lenny shook his head. “It’s for your own safety, trust me.”

“Okay you win, I should start asking you what’s your favorite place to go on vacation but I assume you don’t visit the beach often.”

That made a Lenny laugh.

“Where would you like to go on vacation? Given the fact that you’ve been around the world.” He asked.

He saw her the way her smile lit her entire face. “Somewhere away from people, a quiet little place where no one can recognize me.” Y/N sighed. “I love being surrounded by nature.”

Lenny nodded thinking already of an idea.

“Venice or Greece.” Lenny stated. “Never been there, or somewhere beautiful like Puerto Rico.”

Y/N could totally picture herself strolling down the street in summer dress next to Lenny wearing sunglasses and shorts. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his laugh.

But she was eager to know more about him, she wanted to go through every layer.

“So you know how to cook.” Her eyes scanned the plate Lenny prepared.

“I know enough to not starve myself.” Lenny chuckled, feeling comfortable enough to joke around her. “Salmon, great protein source, I added carrots, zucchini and asparagus,I know you don’t eat potatoes and tomatoes.”

“No, if I do, I get bloated the next day.” In a surprising motion, Y/N took Lenny by the face to kiss him, feeling so grateful not only by his company, but his sweet details.

“I’m going to cook more often.” Lenny winked at her. “What’s the fashion mistake you regret the most?”

“For a photoshoot, they asked me to bleach my hair, I don’t know back then I was allergic to an ingredient and had an awful reaction all over my face and my hair started to fall of… I had to wear wigs for months, because they cut it really really short.”

“That’s terrible.” Even though Y/N wasn’t vain, Lenny was aware of the importance of image in the industry.

“I think you were the party boy in high school,” Y/N guessed moments later, “with a bunch of girls in love with you.”

“No.” He chuckled.

Y/N raised her eyebrows, while a Lenny sipped on his wine.

“Which part?” She asked leaning on the back of the couch.

Lenny gave her a smile, a genuine and lightning one. “So you really think I’m the heartbreaker type?”

“Of course you’re!” Y/N wrapped her arms around him and felt Lenny relax under her touch.

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I wasn’t, all the opposite… I tried to blend in, never stand out.”

“Why?” Y/N was shocked.

Lenny shuddered, thinking about the right answer.

“I was trying to get good grades, I suppose.”

“So you were smarty.” She rounded the couch to sit next to him, loving the small glimpses of him she was learning.

“I had to, needed to maintain my scholarship.” For an instant, he was back in time into his small home listening how there wasn’t money enough to pay the rent that month. Lenny shook his head to get rid of the memory.

“And just look how far you got.” She praised. “You should be proud.”

“Can’t do that until I find these bastards.” Lenny got tense again, thinking how he wasn’t doing enough.

“You’re working really hard, don’t belittle your work.” Y/N tried to comfort him,but Lenny’s mind was now somewhere else, his expression changed and he had this dense energy around him.

“That won’t bring those girls back, Y/N.”

He should be focusing on the investigation, not catching up with his girlfriend, but as soon as Lenny looked over at Y/N he realized he made a mistake.

“I’m sorry, shouldn’t have taken that on you.”

But instead of playing the indignation game, Y/N understood the pressure he was under. So shaking her head, she offered; “can I help you with anything?”

Rubbing his eyes, Lenny cleared the dinning table and paced around the room with his hands on his hips.

“I think something’s up between Richardson and the photographer… did you ever noticed something that wasn’t right?”

Y/N seemed to think about it for a second.

“I was called to the office one day by mistake and when I entered his office, they had pictures of lots of women, when I asked if they were new models the agency hired, they quickly brushed me off from the office.”

Lenny stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, then he pulled out a radio from his belt and gave instructions to someone to follow the photographer before ordering to intervene his phone. Y/N looked at Lenny shocked by the tone of authority he talked with, the strategies he was demanding, a total different man from the manager she knew.

As he started typing in something very similar to a laptop, Lenny got a phone call. On the outside it looked like briefcase with a hard cover. “What are the charges?” Y/N saw his eyes scanning the screen, she wasn’t able to see a thing because it had some kind of protection to black everything out if you looked from a different angle.

His eyes were scanning something at speed.

“And he got released just because they never found the body? Who was the judge?” His jaw was clenched.

Another victim, he thought, an ex-girlfriend who passed away mysteriously was now linked to the photographer with whom she had a convenient relationship, according to text messages they agreed to sleep together as long as he could take pictures of the girl, then one night she never went back home. Although she wasn’t part of the group of girls they were looking for, maybe that would lead them to the right way.

“Get me everything, where was he flying on a private jet?” He snapped his fingers, getting Y/N’s attention. “Can we get anything from the plane? When they boarded? Yes, email me that, thanks.”

Richardson lead him to the photographer and him to a useless DJ that offered them both his private jet freely.

Y/N sighed, over the last few days she had learned that once Lenny got into working mood, he would hardly pay her any attention. To be honest she wasn’t try to distract him, she really admired how hard he worked, how invested he really was in the investigation. She yawned feeling exhausted already, the next day she would film a commercial for a make up brand and she would model for a shoes campaign.

But Lenny knew there’s nothing free in this world, so that hint might lead him somewhere. He decided to follow his intuition and start spying on the photographer and the DJ, there was something that simply didn’t match, there was no reason for Richardson to be so close to them.

Perhaps he should get more into the role of a model agent and get involved rom a different angle.

As he kept reading the reports, itineraries and background information, he rolled his shoulders, undoing his tie and the first button of his shirt. Taking a look around the room, he realized the tv was muted and Y/N was sleeping in an uncomfortable position on the couch, too short for her long legs.

Turning off the TV, he stared at Y/N in silence. He needed to be honest with himself for once, he was falling hard for her and deep down he knew that wasn’t the problem. As he took in her peaceful features, he couldn’t stop thinking how would he be able to make their relationship work once the investigation was over.

Rolling his neck, he slid his hands under her body to carry her all the way to her bedroom.

——

Lenny sipped on his third cup of black coffee, he was frustrated and annoyed. Felt like he was walking in circles and instead of getting closer, he was moving backwards. The jet lag was taking a toll on him, between airports, hotels, he was struggling to keep up with the dates and events. Luckily, Milan was the last stop of the fashion shows.

The most important show of the season.

He had learned that Milan was one of the four fashion capitals. And he knew all eyes would be on Y/N. The upcoming designers campaigns would depend of this runway.

No more fashion weeks for a while, finally he would be able to focus entirely on the investigation once they got back home.

If Anna was really involved, she was really smart covering her moves.

But as he was going through the evidence, he noticed in one of the videos from the cameras installed in the agency, there was Richardson visiting the photographer’s office, they walked to one of the rooms in the back of the agency and minutes later a girl stepped inside. There wasn’t anything unusual on it, he recruited lots of girls to become a model, it was part of his job, but he did notice that the girl never came out.

He forwarded the tape but only found the man in charge to do the cleaning on the building walked inside the room later.

Lenny gave up momentarily, he needed to focus, find the missing pieces.

An incoming call interrupted his thoughts. But it wasn’t good news.

Y/N was brushing her hair after taking a shower, she wanted to have breakfast with Lenny and then she would be driven to the venue where the last fashion show of the season would take place. Noticing his tense jaw, Y/N walked towards Lenny.

Rubbing his shoulders, she was able to read the screen of his phone.

The photographer’s ex-girlfriend, her name was Gillian Montgomery, she was the new Victoria Secret model. I found voice mail records with Richardson, they had an affair and possibly a threesome with the photographer several times, does it help boss?

Before Y/N could react after learning that about a model she used to know, Lenny’s statement took her by surprise.

“What the fuck do you mean Y/N isn’t closing the runway?!” He barked at the assistant. “Connect me to Donatella.”

*****

Part 5

A/N: if you made it this far, then thank you for reading! Should we have some Lenny smut? Idk how many parts are left, I’m letting the ideas flow freely… so maybe The MET Gala? Or the Victoria Secret Fashion show? You tell me what do you want 🥰

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[queenshelby]

Hello!!! 👋🏻 I wanted to ask if hace you considered writing for other Cillian characters as well apart from Thomas Shelby and Robert Oppenheimer? Like Lenny Miller from the movie ANNA 👀

My wife might @darkshelbyfiction and she writes similar to me - we often share the work load anyway xx

[mypoisonedvine]

I'm new to Cillian Murphy fandom and happened to stumble into your fics. You write so well and I love everything! Do you have any plans on writing about his role as Lenny Miller from Anna? He's so hot in that movie! Also Tom from The Party? I've seen various edits from Tiktok with his role as Tom. It would be perfect for a dark fic maybe?

tom yes, I have an idea I started but idk how long it will take (and then someone sent me a really amazing idea so I wanna do that too), I haven't seen anna yet tho! it's on my list don't worry haha

[loverhymeswith]

Will you be interested in writing for other Cillian Murphy roles?

Hi Anon, I would certainly consider it if there's interest! 🥰 Based on what I've been watching recently, I would probably lean towards the following characters:

Neil Lewis (Watching the Detectives)

Robert Capa (Sunshine)

William Killick (The Edge of Love)

Tom Buckley (Red Lights)

Robert Fischer (Inception)

Jim (28 Days Later)

Lenny Miller (Anna)

Emmett (A Quiet Place pt 2)

I still have some more of his movies to watch, and I tend to stay clear of writing villains like Jackson Rippner and Jonathan Crane (although he plays them so well!)

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

How About It, Agent Miller? | Lenny Miller x fem!reader

Summary: The year is 1988. The Cold War is well underway and tensions are slowly rising between the US and the Soviets. CIA Agent Miller isn’t threatened by the new young agent from the Soviet Union but she has a plan to get his attention, and to get even.

Warnings: Misogyny, violence, gun, kidnapping, restraints, dubious consent, noncon, smut, unprotected sex, edging, drugging.

word count: 4661k

Sympathy for the Devil- The Rolling Stones 🎶

Devils Haircut- Beck 🎵

You Know I’m No Good- Amy Winehouse 🎶

Movie: Anna (2019)

Please read warnings before continuing, thanks!

He thought this job was going to be simple, almost easy. She was working for East Germany, young, and new to her position; surely she wouldn’t be that difficult to eliminate. He’d been working for the CIA for nearly fifteen years at that point. He was one of the top agents and had orchestrated the downfall of many notable German and Soviet spies. To be fair, there had been that minor detail of receiving several severed heads from the KGB back in 1985 but that was all behind him now. They didn’t scare him now, and certainly, that twenty-something agent he’d heard so much about wasn’t about to make him lose sleep. In fact, he was looking forward to meeting her.

The girl in question was twenty-two and one of the deadliest spies to ever work for East Germany (the communist side). Y/N Y/L/N managed to slip past the CIA on multiple occasions, stealing out the backdoor or using false passports to get out of the country undetected. She’d made one mistake, however, and Agent Miller was quick to catch it. He rued the way she’d avoided detection for so long when it felt like it was all due simply to good luck. She didn’t seem especially smart or conniving, just pretty. It pissed him off. The mistake that Y/N had made was small, easy to look over, but Agent Miller was looking, and he found it.

Y/N tricked men around her to get information on the US. Once she’d get them alone, she drugged them, shot them, etc; anything to get them out of her way while she downloaded classified files from their computers. She had managed to steal these files before without leaving traces of her crime but low and behold, the last time she had removed the flash drive without ejecting it from the computer’s system. The computer held onto the flash drive's information and told Agent Miller exactly what the young woman was planning next. She’d been collecting information on nuclear weapons and international trade deals that the US was trying to keep hush hush. And for that reason, Agent Miller knew who she was going after next.

He straightened his striped blue tie and cleared his throat as he and his team crowded into the elevator. The men behind him carried larger guns and thick bulletproof vests, ready for whatever the girl threw at them. They’d followed her into a hotel in New York City, a place that felt too normal for the situation at hand. When the elevator doors opened with a soft whooshing noise, Agent Miller nodded his agents on, directing them to either side of the corridor. Quickly, they raided the hotel room belonging to the man they believed she had gone after that evening, but did not find her there. She was nowhere in the hotel. Agent Miller cursed beneath his breath and gritted his teeth. He knew his impatience was his worst quality and it only hurt him in these situations, but then again, the American government isn’t known for being very patient with communists…

Clenching and relaxing his jaw, Agent Miller went back down in the elevator with his men. They separated into groups in the lobby, each climbing back into the armored car sent by the CIA. Agent Miller waited behind, his cold eyes trained on the curb in front of the hotel. His car was separate from the others and would take him directly back to his office. A sharp wind ruffled his dark brown hair, displacing one strand into his face as his car pulled up to the curb. Agent Miller climbed into the dark backseat, the car door slamming closed beside him and a lock clicking into place. He looked up. The barrel of a pistol was pointed at his forehead. He froze.

“Hello, Agent Miller. Wie geht es Ihnen? I’m so glad we finally got a moment alone. I apologize for the circumstances but you know how the politics are these days… it’s so… toxic. Ja? Now, be a good boy and hand me the glock you have at your hip,” a young woman smiled on the seat beside him. She was wearing all black and blended in against the dark leather seats and tinted windows. Agent Miller frowned, his hands unmoving.

“That doesn’t seem fair, does it? You’re putting me at a disadvantage here.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself like that, Agent Miller. You and I both know what you’re capable of,” she chuckled mockingly but her sunglasses hid her true meaning. “Give me your gun, now.” Her voice was hard and cool like a porcelain plate, one of the perfect edges with a chip. Agent Miller raised his hand slowly and moved his jacket to the side, showing his holster. As soon as she had his gun in her hand she tapped the glass partition between them and the driver, signaling him to drive.

“Where are we going?” Agent Miller sighed calmly, leaning back against the seat. Y/N smiled, pleased at his temperament. It made things easier.

“One of my favorite places in New York City,” she answered with a smirk, a gun still trained at the man beside her though it had been lowered.

“And what kind of place could that be, god forbid?” Agent Miller asked rhetorically and looked over at the window beside him.

“The Plaza Hotel,” she answered slowly and shifted in her seat. Her pleated leather skirt shifted across her black stockings, showing more of her thigh, fleshy and round. Agent Miller noticed it and smirked, the comedy of the situation being too much for him to take seriously. The car stopped at the back of the hotel by the service entrance. Men exited out of the building and held a door open, waiting as Y/N escorted the CIA agent inside. Agent Miller followed her calmly as he searched for someone who could help him.

“No one’s here. It’s off-season,” she sighed lightly and pushed him into an elevator.

“It’s never off-season in New York,” Agent Miller raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Surprise, surprise.”

They took the elevator up to the top floor. Agent Miller’s hands began to sweat as he was led out of the elevator and around the corridor to a suite, separated from the others.

“You must get a good salary,” Agent Miller cracked as the woman jerked the gun towards the door of the suite. He kept his hands visible as he entered the room and looked around. The room was large and was actually made up of multiple rooms. In the center of the living room area, a chair had been left out.

“Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Bitte.” She had a way of talking that sounded like a purr but it was clear to Agent Miller that her words were more threatening than they sounded. Still, it was hard to take her seriously. It was hard to believe that this woman was the deadliest spy in East Germany.

“Danke schön,” Agent Miller muttered, his American accent muddling the German.

"Kannst du Deutsch sprechen, Herr Miller?” Y/N pretended to sound surprised as she closed and bolted the lock. “I’m flattered, really,” she smiled and removed her long black coat. Slowly she placed the coat on a couch’s arm and pulled off the blonde wig on her head, revealing her dark hair beneath which fell into a messy bob around her shoulders, over her dark mauve blouse. Last she removed her sunglasses and folded them neatly on her coat. Then she met his eyes.

“Nein? Well, then it's good I’m so fluent in English. You would never tell by my accent. At least, you didn’t the last time we met.”

“We’ve met before?” Agent Miller asked and shifted in his chair.

“Oh yes.” She smiled and dimples deepened on her cheeks.

An image came back to him, one of a young woman dropping a stack of manuscripts in the lobby of a hotel where they had been investigating the last crime scene. She’d been wearing a long brown wig and tortoiseshell glasses. She even had brown contacts in her eyes to hide her true eye color. He’d stopped to help her collect the manuscripts.

Oh gosh, thank you so much. So sorry about that. My boss is going to kill me. Thank you! She’d blushed as he handed her the papers. He’d met her before. She’d shown herself to him just to play with him. He scowled.

“Now I feel even more at a disadvantage.”

“How? After all, you’re the big-shot CIA agent, due for a promotion any day now… and I’m just a little girl. I don’t need any real smarts, not when I can just use my good looks to get what I want. Right, Agent Miller?” Her voice darkened as she finished, flashing with resentment. “You could fight me right now. It’s just the two of us. I’m surprised you didn’t. You’ve had ample opportunities to but you blindly follow my orders. It’s not that you’re scared to hurt me, you aren’t that sexist.”

“I don’t see the point of fighting when you’ve put so much work into getting me alone. I assume you have something to say.” Agent Miller swallowed, his cool facade slipping slightly as the woman approached him slowly.

“Aw how chivalrous of you! Oh, but what if I told you that I was only interested in getting you alone so that I could finally get even with you.” Y/N twirled the gun around her pointer finger and shifted it to his chest. He stiffened.

“Get even?”

“Settle the score,” she offered with a shrug.

“I don’t think I follow,” Agent Miller frowned warily.

“Then let me explain,” Y/N purred and with quick movements, she removed a pair of handcuffs from the back of her skirt and closed them tightly around both of his wrists, tying his hands around the back of the heavy chair. His eyes widened slightly when he realized what she had done.

“The fuck…” he started but she cut him off quickly.

“You didn’t think I could outsmart you or get the upper hand… you thought you could so easily catch me. And what a good job you’ve done!” She crossed her arms across her chest and set the gun down, smiling. Agent Miller averted his gaze, staring at the upper corner of the room. He clenched his jaw and struggled against the handcuffs for a brief moment.

“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Agent Miller?”

“Figured what out?” He snapped impatiently.

“I've been planning this for months. Do you really think I accidentally removed my flashdrive wrong, coincidentally leaving you all of the information that i’ve gathered since starting my mission? You’ve really underestimated me,” she clucked her tongue and kicked off her high heels, standing barefoot in her pantyhose on the dark pink shag carpet.

“I knew you’d find the mistake, I wanted you to. You did everything you were supposed to do, good boy,” she carded her fingers through his dark hair. The soft warm lighting in the room brought out the freckles across his pale face. Just as he started to turn his eyes to hers, she yanked his hair back so that he was looking up at her. “But how did this special agent who graduated from MIT of all places, end up in this position?”

“Did you do all of this just to show me how smart you are?” Agent Miller growled as she continued to pull at his roots.

“Something like that,” she smiled again, “I get off when men think they’re smarter than I am. I like proving them wrong… and then killing them.”

“Is that your plan for tonight?” He tried to keep a level voice as the smell of her perfume wafted down to his nose. She shook her head slightly and chuckled.

“You’ve been trained to resist torture, so there won’t be much that I can get out of you that way. And anyway, there isn’t much that I don’t already know.” She released her grip on his hair and stepped back. Y/N moved to the bar cart, stocked with crystal jars of whiskey and bourbon.

“So what are you going to do to me?” Agent Miller raised an eyebrow as he watched her pour a small glass of whiskey. She turned slowly and approached him again, swirling the whiskey in her glass. She raised the glass to his lips and poured it gently into his mouth. He parted his lips for her, his eyes trained on her face.

“Whatever I want,” she whispered and pulled the glass from his lips. Agent Miller raised his eyebrow, swallowing.

“Won’t your government disapprove?” He scoffed and shifted in the seat, calming himself down. His body was starting to get hot and his collar got tighter.

“Shhh,” she shushed him, a finger pressed against her own lips. Y/N approached him again and trailed one manicured finger from his arm to his hand. He shivered beneath her touch and his heart began to race. He felt his pulse in his stomach as she carded her fingers through his hair again, softer this time. She placed one knee on the chair between his thighs, pressing against his crotch. She tipped his head back with the edge of her nail beneath his jaw and leaned in close, exhaling beside his jaw. Seeing an opportunity, Agent Miller tried to kick her, jutting his knee up because it wasn’t restrained. She stopped him quickly, forcing him back into the chair, not missing a beat. His breath caught in his throat and he nearly choked on it. Her hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed but not harshly. His skin was warm beneath her hand and she smiled, her white teeth flashing.

She pressed her knee sharply into his thigh, holding his leg down, and slid it closer to the top of his crotch. She chuckled softly when she felt the outline of his cock inside his pants with the side of her thigh. Agent Miller’s body tensed below her, his hands folding into fists as he exhaled sharply.

“Aw does this hurt?” She cooed as she dug her knee further into the flesh of his thigh. His jaw tightened as she teased him. Moving closer, she rested both knees between his thighs, forcing them against the arms and pinning them in place. Suddenly she was so close and her thighs were pressing against his stomach…

How was it that he was getting an erection from this shit-show? How could she get this reaction out of him so fucking quickly? He tried to even out his breath as she shifted in the seat, her hands trailing up his chest to the knot of his tie.

“What did you drug me with?” Agent Miller muttered. Strands of her hair brushed against his cheeks.

“You don’t have to resist it, Agent Miller.” She ran her hands down his sides beneath his dark blue suit jacket. His body was full and firm, and warm. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she whispered against his forehead.

“What did you put in my drink…” he repeated, his voice wavering in strength as her hand moved down his stomach to the front of his pants. His erection was pronounced and visible, pushing against the fly of his trousers. She must have given him something, something to get this response. He wasn’t even that turned on. He sighed, frustrated and mad. He turned his head to the side, avoiding her soft lips.

“You think I have to drug you to get this kind of response? Silly boy,” she slid off of his lap and sat on the edge of the couch in front of him. She crossed her legs at first and allowed her eyes to trail up his body like a man would to a woman. Agent Miller stared back, his blue eyes hard. She giggled and reached up her skirt, hooking her hands under her pantyhose and pulled it down her thighs. She rolled the pantyhose slowly down her calves and slipped it off her feet. Despite his best efforts, Agent Miller watched her closely, studying the way she pushed the pantyhose to the side with her foot.

“I prefer genuine responses, it helps with my ego,” she broke the silence and watched with a sly smile as Agent Miller swallowed. With a sigh she stood and leaned over the CIA agent, her hands gripped around the arm rests. “Are you embarrassed? The high and mighty CIA agent succumbing so quickly to someone like me?” She teased him sharply, a glint of malice behind her bright eyes. “Tell me, Agent Miller. You’re thinking about me… you want me to touch you more. You want to see what I could do to you.”

Agent Miller cocked his head slightly and sighed, pretending to be disinterested. Y/N grabbed his face, her fingers digging into either side of his jaw. When she kissed him, he exhaled, almost relieved. He kissed her back, forgetting himself and liking the way she tasted, the way her lips felt in his mouth. She pulled his face closer to hers, still hovering above him. She kissed him feverishly and he followed blindly, distracted by the pleasure found in each movement her lips made against his. Then as quickly as it had started, she pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Some of her lipstick was smudged across his mouth but he couldn’t tell. He was breathing heavily, his lips pulled apart so that he could catch his breath. She took a few steps back and grabbed a file from a nearby table. She flipped it open and turned the pages until she landed on the right one. She held the folder open in one hand and with the other she began to unbutton her blouse from the top down.

Agent Miller felt his cock throb as he watched her shrug off the silky blouse and drape it over the arm of the couch. When she turned he could see her black t-shirt bra fitted perfectly against her breasts. Her collarbones rose and fell as she breathed and Agent Miller nearly groaned. She read aloud from the file as she moved back to the chair.

“My records tell me that the last number of confirmed nuclear weapons in the American arsenal was 27,000. It’s been half a decade since that information was released to the Soviet Union. What is that number now?” She straddled his lap slowly, smoothing out her skirt over their legs. Agent Miller moved his eyes from her breasts to her face, trying to keep his face straight as he felt the woman’s hand unbuckle his belt.

“I can’t tell you that,” he managed as she played with the zipper of his fly, her fingers dancing over the hard bulge.

“Has the number grown?” She offered and slid her hand below his waistband. Her hand grazed the patch of his pubic hair before she reached his cock. He shivered and looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room. “More?” She asked softly as she wrapped her fingers around his erection, it was hot and wet in her hand. He was so sensitive already that he groaned softly when she touched him. She squeezed him softly and freed the hard length from his pants. She rubbed her hand up and down. Agent Miller panted softly as she masturbated him. His eyes snapped open and he watched her, their eyes locked.

“Has the number changed?” She asked again softly as the agent clenched his jaw.

“I can’t tell you that,” He fought the words out as her hand sped up.

“Are there less? Has the US been involved in a trade agreement for its nuclear weapons?” She pushed, her hand moving faster.

“Fuck…” Agent Miller panted as her grip tightened around him. His cheeks deepened with color and his chest shook as his climax built. Just as he felt like he was about to cum, Y/N pulled her hand away and clucked her tongue.

“You’re going to make this very hard on yourself,” she observed and smiled as she watched him pant. He was completely erect beneath her skirt, resting against her bare thigh. They stared at each other as he caught his breath. She snapped the folder closed and tossed it to the side, sighing impatiently.

“Who has the US traded with in the past year?” She asked, her hands holding his thighs down.

“That is public information. You don’t need me to tell you that.”

“I want you to tell me about the trade deals you haven’t made public,” she loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons. “Which countries have illegal trade agreements with the US?” She added before kissing his neck, sucking on the soft flesh until she started to make hickeys. With her freehand she held his cock still as she lowered herself onto his head. She moved her hips slowly up and down and pulled away to look at his face. His adam's apple quivered in his throat as she moved on top of him.

“I-I can’t-fuck,” he gasped softly as she started to shift her hips over his lap, taking him deeper, “I can’t tell you that.”

“Come on, Agent Miller,” she whispered against his ear, “be a good boy for me,” she smirked. “Does it feel good? Is this harder than torture?” She teased him as her hips sped up, rocking back and forth. Agent Miller moaned softly as she held his face to face her. His mouth was agape in pleasure as she began to bounce slightly, falling hard on his cock. He grunted as she went faster, moaning theatrically against his lips which she refused to kiss.

“Do you want to cum, Agent Miller?” She whispered against his lips, her tongue touching his bottom lip with a flourish.

“Fuck…” he panted again.

“Can you cum for me?” She purred and Agent Miller nodded weakly, his eyes now closed. She smiled and pretended to pant, coaxing another deep moan from the man’s throat. “Has the US been sending nuclear weapons to West Germany?” She asked, raising herself up and holding him inside her. He weakly tried to thrust but she held him down.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his brows furrowed in frustration.

She snapped her hips down, taking him in again and hugging his cock. He gasped as his stomach tightened. He was going to cum.

“Has the US been sending nuclear weapons to West Germany?” She repeated sternly, not moving on his cock as the wave of climax started to dissipate again.

“I can’t fucking tell you that-fuck,” he growled when she moved her hips very slowly.

“But you can tell me, Agent Miller, and if you do, I’ll let you cum,” she stroked his cheek and kissed his jaw feverishly. “I want you to cum. Fuck, I want you to cum inside me too.” She whispered against his neck. When he resisted saying anything she pulled herself off and backed away towards the bed in the room beside them. Agent Miller watched her, his chest rising and falling quickly. Still watching him, she slid her leather skirt off, showing that she had no underwear on underneath. He felt like he might explode just by the sight of her.

“Jesus…” he groaned and let his head fall back against the back of the chair. He couldn’t help himself but look back as she undid her bra and dropped it to the floor. Standing completely naked, she laid back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows.

“If you won’t cum, I’ll just have to finish myself off,” she sighed and trailed her fingers up her thigh to her cunt, wet from sex. “It just never feels as good.” She rubbed her fingers over her clit over and over again until she felt an orgasm grow. She curled her toes and bit her lip, grinding against her own hand. Agent Miller knew that he could look away but the scene was just too much to ignore. He watched as she arched her back and twisted her hips, reacting to the sensitivity of her clit. Her eyes danced below her eyelids as she thought up fantasies to fuel her climax. Rubbing harder, she started to moan softly and quivered. Agent Miller pulled at the handcuffs, struggling to remain calm as he watched her touch herself. As her orgasm finally arrived, she collapsed back onto the mattress and caught her breath.

“Enough,” Agent Miller sneered from the chair, still erect and horny. “At least get me out of these so I can fuck you the right way.”

Y/N smiled and hopped off of the bed, her tits bouncing slightly as she did.

“You want to fuck me, Agent Miller?” She leaned close to his face again. He stared back at her, his jaw set.

“Let’s get it over with,” he answered nonchalantly and she tilted his jaw up but didn’t kiss him. She undid the handcuffs around his wrists and he sprang to his feet, grabbing at her body. He kissed her feverishly, lapping at her mouth with his tongue hungrily. She pushed off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt as he slipped off his shoes and pants. They didn’t have time to remove his shirt before he entered her. He took hold of her hips to pull her closer and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close to his chest. She clawed her hands down his dress shirt, her knees high on either side of his waist. She moaned loudly and he studied the way she opened her mouth to do it, mesmerized by the way she reacted to him inside of her.

“Good boy,” she praised him when he sped up, hitting her G-spot. She reached her hand down between their bodies and rubbed at her clit, coaxing a stronger orgasm.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Agent Miller ordered, short of breath, “let me do it.” He massaged her clit himself, his large hands covering the front of her cunt. Her mouth fell open into a loud gasp as he synchronized his thrusts to the way he rubbed her clit.

“Fuck,” he exhaled tightly as he felt her flex around him.

“Keep going,” she wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled him closer to her face, their mouths exchanging exhales, “fuck me right.”

He kissed her deeply as he moaned, the muscles in his back tightening beneath her nails. She was so tight and wet, he nearly came just thinking about it as he moved. She carded her fingers through his hair and pulled as he chased their peaking climax. He was grunting now as she began to finish around him, shaking without much control. He moved his hands back to her hips and rocked himself deep inside of her as he brought on his orgasm. He came inside of her with loud grunts, thrusting until he’d finished completely. Only when he was done did he pull out and collapse beside her on the elegant duvet. He panted loudly, exhausted. They remained in silence until Y/N rolled over, putting her lips close to his ear.

“You know, I didn’t have to ask you all those questions. I already know the answers.” Her voice was serious and cold, Agent Miller eyed her.

“Then why did you ask?”

“I wanted to see you tied down,” she answered calmly. He raised his eyebrow and scoffed just before the sting of a cold, sterilized needle pinched his neck. Then he quickly went to sleep.

When he awoke, he found himself alone in the hotel room. Everything had been returned to normal and the place scrubbed for fingerprints. And she was gone. She’d gotten away again.

[emotionalsupportshelby]

They really put Cillian Murphy and Sasha Luss in the same film and expected the bi/pan community to be okay??

Because as a pan

I AM NOT OKAY 🥺😍💀

[rare-ships-hardy-murphy]

Some text post memes of a rare ship

[louis-stan]

I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED WATCHING ANNA TODAY!!

And im obsessed with Anna/Lenny dynamics...I really do believe Lenny cared for her more than Alex, even though alex helped her get a new life but man Lenny wanted to protect and make sure she got her dream :((

Can someone pretty puhlease write a one-shot wear Lenny finds Anna in Hawaii like 6 months after the end of the movie 😭