#william killick smut

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || william killick x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || your husband sometimes gets carried away with his devotion to you...

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || noncon/heavy dubcon smut (18+ only!!! rough sex, breeding kink, marking kink, hair pulling, praise and degradation, dark but the reader is lowkey into it lmaooo), jealousy and possessiveness, yandere vibes?, gaslighting/manipulation, established relationship, alcohol consumption

"Heavens, you look stunning!" Gordon announced when he saw you, opening his arms wide as an invitation for an embrace.  You only went in for a quick hug, but he grabbed you tight and kissed the top of your head as you laughed delightfully.  "Doesn't she look ravishing?  Don't I have excellent taste?"

The other ladies nearby nodded in agreement, hanging off of him like they tended to.  That was the way Gordon was: magnetic, for his personality just as much as his looks.  Blonde curls with light brown eyes and that megawatt smile… as long as you'd known him, he'd never had trouble with ladies— he just made trouble for them.

"Aren't I the greatest literary agent you ever had?" he asked you, and you rolled your eyes.

"You're the only I've ever had," you reminded him.  "You represented me when I was a teenage girl trying to sell my assignments from secondary school!"

"Yes, so I win by default," he decided with a big kiss to your cheek that made you scrunch up your nose.

"But that makes you the worst I ever had, too, doesn't it?" you noticed as Gordon relaxed his embrace to just an arm around your waist.

"See?" he prompted the nearby women, "Didn't I tell you?  Can't get anything past this one— sharp as a whip, she is—"

As you shrugged in dismissal of the praise, you looked around the room in awe of all Gordon had done for you now.  He had a taste for the extravagant, clearly; truth be told, it was nothing like you'd pictured it, and nothing like what you'd asked him for when he insisted on throwing a party.

"So, please, drink up, be merry, all of that," Gordon instructed his ladies, motioning out towards the crowded room, "get properly sloppy if you must— all in honour of this lovely woman right here… a genius of writing, and one of my longest and dearest friends."

As they departed in search of free drinks, you turned to Gordon with a nervous frown.  "I'm not sure this is really all for me, Gordy," you sighed.

"Of course it is," he chuckled heartily, "I told you I'd throw something to celebrate another year of us working together— I wanted to have a gala for your novel's first publishing, but you were too busy on the honeymoon then—"

You smiled just at the mention of your honeymoon.

"All these people, doll, they're here for you," Gordon assured.

"The people, maybe; but the evening wear, the drinks, the music, the glamour?  That's for you, isn't it?" you smirked.

But before he could respond to the accusation, his eyes fell somewhere at the other end of the room, and he turned you to look the same way.  "Speaking of people here for you…" he trailed off.

You perked up when you saw William, slipping through the crowds of people, already approaching you with his hat tucked under his arm.

"You came!" you squealed with excitement as you jumped towards your husband, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.  "Oh, dear," you sighed when you saw that you'd printed berry-red lipstick on his cheek, starting to wipe it off with your fingers.

"I couldn't miss it, of course," he smiled at you, his voice so soft you barely heard it over the hustle and bustle of the party.

"They shouldn't have let you in," Gordon said, making you both look back at him.  "It's black tie only, you know."

William smiled slightly with his lips pressed together.  "He's only joking," you realised with an awkward mumble.

"The uniform seemed to go over alright," William replied, sticking his hand out towards Gordon for a shake.

"Oh, don't be so formal," Gordon laughed as he yanked William into rough side-hug.  "We know each other, don't we?"

"Sort of," William answered under his breath as Gordon put a heavy hand— adorned with golden decorative rings— on his shoulder.  

"Though I've half a mind to rough you up for convincing my star author to publish her next book under her married name," Gordon continued with a haughty laugh.  "She's already so established with the maiden name!"

"I didn't convince her of anything, I only married her," William defended.  

"Never thought you'd manage to tie this one down," Gordon smirked, "independent as she is."

"She didn't put up too much of a fight," William winked at you, and you felt a little flushed as you blinked quickly.

Apparently tired with that line of conversation, Gordon stood beside you and flipped it back to the real topic of the evening: your writing.

“She’s quite a prodigy!” Gordon exclaimed with a wide grin, wrapping an arm around you, then.  “You’ve read what she writes, haven't you?”

“Some of it,” William admitted with a nervous laugh, looking down for a moment.  “The rest is too sad for me, I’m afraid.”

“Her latest is a masterpiece,” Gordon assured.  “Forbidden love, secrets, affairs—”

“Sordid stuff,” William frowned, shaking his head.

“Sells, though,” Gordon winked.  “Men and women— we’re even selling copies in America!”

William only nodded, not seeming too convinced, and you deflated slightly as you reached out for your husband’s hand.  “Aren’t you proud of me?” you asked, sounding much more pathetic than you meant to.

“Of course, darling,” he smiled at you, “always.”

“You don’t mind if I borrow your lovely wife again, do you?” Gordon beamed.  “There’s some people over there she should meet— they might just sponsor the tour for her next novel.”

“All these book tours, I feel as if she’s hardly ever home,” William sighed.

“Well, we’ve got to keep her on the tours,” Gordon chuckled, “or that pretty face will go to waste!”

William’s jaw tightened as he nodded curtly in agreement, and you felt nervousness turning in your stomach.

“You should have a drink, soldier,” Gordon offered to lighten the obvious tension, handing William a wide glass of champagne.

He patted your husband a little too roughly on the back as he drank, before dragging you off to talk to some publishers or whatever— you glanced over to try to see your husband at the bar, hoping to catch him smiling at you, but you only caught his icy stare over the edge of his glass.

~

Enough liquor loosened you both up, and you managed to enjoy the party well into the hours of the night— it was almost one in the morning when you got home, yet you had a shocking amount of energy still coursing through you as you started to undress at the vanity.  It must’ve been all the people there, and knowing they were all celebrating you; it was electrifying, even as someone who preferred to be cooped up alone with her typewriter.

William leaned against the bedroom doorway as you shed your heels and stockings, then unpinned your hair.  When you saw him skulking on the reflection, you smirked to yourself, taking out one of your earrings.

“What’s the matter, love?” you asked sweetly, but he said nothing.  “Love?”

“I guess I’m not much of a partier,” he explained flatly.

You smiled a little, taking out your other earring and then reaching behind your neck to unclasp your necklace.  You didn’t even really notice the silence before it was broken.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” William said suddenly, and you scoffed— once you realised what he was talking about.

“He’s just that way,” you assured, “I don’t take it personally.”

“And all the talk of your genius, of your prodigious writing— that’s not personal?”

You shrugged slightly as you turned slightly and looked at him over your shoulder, smiling but knitting your brows together in confusion.  “Isn’t that why you married me?  I thought you liked the way people fawn over me.”

“But you know him,” William insisted again.  “You knew him before you even met me, you work with him— you spend long hours with him, when I’m gone—”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you laughed, standing up, but he only glared at you.  You tilted your head as you approached him.  “William, you couldn’t really think—”

“Don’t patronise me,” he sneered, and when you reached out to touch his face, he snatched you by the wrist and yanked you closer.

“William!” you scolded, whimpering as he moved his face close to yours, nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily through them.  “William, please—”

“Look at me,” he demanded, grabbing your face with his other hand.  “Look at your husband, darling.”

You bit your lip to suppress its shaking, meeting his fiery— yet cold— stare.  “You’re hurting me,” you whispered, tightening your hand into a weak fist as he held it painfully tight.

“I can see, you know,” he told you sharply and quietly through his teeth.  “I can see the way you laugh at his jokes, and let him pull you closer.  His hand on your hip—”

“It’s nothing, William,” you breathed, and his hand moved down from your face to your neck, then your chest, where he brushed his fingers over the neckline of your dress.

“Wearing the dresses he buys for you,” he noticed with a sneer.  “God, he’s got you looking like his fucking whore.”

He shoved you back and you tripped to land on the bed, hiding your face in fear and shame as he stalked towards you.

“Now you want to play innocent?” William spat as he towered over you.  “I told you to fucking look at me!”

“I can’t!” you sobbed, fighting when he grabbed your arms and tried to pry them apart, attempting to force you to turn onto your back.  “I can’t, William, not when you’re like this!”

“You made me like this!” he accused, eventually getting you to turn over so he could pin down your wrists on either side of your head.  “You made me like this,” he said again, voice lowered from shouting to a soft growl.  “You let him put his filthy fucking hands all over you, didn’t you?”

“No, William,” you denied, crying weakly as you shook your head.  “Never.  I love you— I love you more than anything.”

“But you won’t tell me the truth,” he snarled.  “The truth, darling, not another story— not another one of your goddamn stories!”

“He kissed me!” you admitted suddenly, and before you could explain, William roughly slammed his lips onto yours.  You whimpered into it, struggling against his tightening grip, and he pressed you down into the bed with the weight of his body.

“Tell me how it happened,” he demanded, lips still brushing against yours as he spoke, eyes still piercing through you.

“I swear, Will, I told him to stop,” you breathed, “I pushed him away.  I told him I love you, William— and I do, don’t you know how much I do?”

“He kissed you,” William repeated, rage tinting his voice.

“That’s all, I swear,” you promised.

“And you didn’t tell me—”

“I thought you’d get angry,” you defended weakly.

“You didn't tell your poor, doting husband,” he groaned, “your heartbroken husband—”

“I’m so sorry, William,” you whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell me, hm?  Because you love him?”

“No!  Fuck, no,” you cried.

“Because you considered it— because you thought about letting him make love to you?”

“No!” you shouted, but he suddenly put a hand over your mouth to muffle it.  When you stopped, stilling briefly as he looked down at you, he took his hand away and stroked your cheek with it.

“He must have forgotten,” William whispered under his breath, petting your face and acting oddly sweet.  “He must have forgotten that you… belong to me.”

You blinked quickly, shivering as he pressed a slow, short kiss to your lips.

“That these lips belong to me,” he continued with a sigh, “that this neck belongs to me—”

He kissed it, but brushed his teeth teasingly over your pulse.

“That every single, beautiful, perfect part of you,” he went on, hands running down over your chest and settling on your waist tightly, “belongs to me.”

He bit down harder on your neck and you whined.

“Did you forget too, darling?”

“William, you’ll leave marks,” you whimpered, “you’ll bruise me—”

“Good,” he purred, “then you can’t just take your ring off and act single, can you?”

“I never take off your ring, William,” you swore, “not even to bathe…”

“I still want my marks all over you,” he explained darkly, “I still want you bruised tomorrow.  I don’t just want them to know you’re married, darling— I want them to know how good I fuck you.  I want them to know that your husband fucks you.”

Suddenly his hands were at your dress, tearing it to shreds right down the front.

“And I want them to know,” he continued with a groan, “how much you love it.”

He flipped you over roughly, yanking you up by your hair until you were forced to scramble onto your hands and knees.  Your head dropped defeatedly when he let go of your hair, and he held your hips tightly with one hand as he opened his trousers with the other.

“W-wait,” you stammered, but he ignored you, reaching up under the tatters of your dress to yank your girdle and panties down.  Before you could beg for some mercy again he slammed into you, making you choke out a wavering cry; instantly he was fucking you hard and fast, making you shake all over and try to reach back to grab his hips so he might slow down.  “W-Will, love, please—” you whimpered helplessly.

“Fuck, if that son of a bitch could see you like this,” William sneered.  “If he could see you now— he’d know who you belong to, wouldn’t he?  If he could see you on your hands and knees, begging for me…”

He fucked you even harder— his hand reached up to hold onto your shoulder so you wouldn’t fall forward from the force of it.

“If he could see what a dirty little wife you are,” he groaned, digging his fingers into your skin— more marks, you were sure.  “Fuck, you’re soaking me already, darling.”

A whimper slipped from your mouth as he leaned down, holding you tightly and speaking right by your ear.

“You like it, don’t you?  Playing with me,” he hissed.  “You like driving your poor husband crazy, thinking you might be stepping out on him?”

You shook your head, choking on a moan as he slowed his movements to make sure every thrust reached as deep into you as possible.  “N-no, love, no—”

“You like how I fuck you when I’m angry, don’t you?” he went on anyways, biting the shell of your ear until your channel clenched around him.  “Is that what got you so wet, darling?”

Biting your lip to hide your moans, you held tighter onto the sheets beneath you, and one of his hands came down to wrap around yours.

“So sweet,” he cooed, “such a sweet little wife.  You look so innocent, darling, they have no idea what a slut you are— none of them do, but fuck… they will.”

He sped up again and you whined loudly; the pain and the pleasure together made your legs shake, hardly able to hold you up on the bed.  He snatched one of the nearby pillows and shoved it under your hips— it kept them up when he began to fuck you so hard that you fell forward, and the angle hit just right inside you as a desperate scream was muffled by your face falling into the sheets.

"Yes, there she is," he praised, "my whore wife— how she loves to be fucked, reminded of her place.  This is your place, isn't it?  In my bed, sweet cunt taking my cock?  Not out with that awful man— not on those godforsaken book tours—"

When you tried to reach back to keep him from going too deep again, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them back beside your face as he kept thrusting even faster, making the whole bed bounce and shake.

"You can take it all, darling," he promised with a groan, "you can fit your husband inside, all the way— fuck, you're so beautiful like this.  You're so perfect, my angel…"

He buried his face in your neck as he thrusted into you, his own moans rivalling yours while he kissed your neck and ear and shoulder.  

No one could accuse your husband of lacking passion, even if they didn’t see him like this— which you really hoped they didn’t.  From the very beginning, he’d pursued you fervently: he read one of your short stories, and wrote rather effusive fan mail to the magazine in which it was published.  And then when he came to your publisher’s office hoping to meet you, he took one look at you and became properly obsessed.  He insisted you were the love of his life… and before you’d even really gotten to know him!  You were nearly offended at first; but the longer his seduction went on, the more you couldn’t help but fall for him.  Strong yet tender, kind yet stern, intelligent yet sensitive… and creative, much more than you expected.  He had quite an imagination.

Unfortunately, that imagination had a dark side, especially with his tendency to be quite jealous.  It had never gone this far before, though.

He pulled out of you, only a moment of relief and disappointment, before turning you onto your back and hovering over you.  “Look at me,” he demanded again, though his voice was low and gentle now, “look up at me, beautiful.”

He tilted your chin up with two fingers, admiring the tears in your eyes with a tender sort of expression.

“Oh, my darling,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck as he slowly pushed back inside you.  Your back arched and he slipped one arm under it to hold you tightly as he set a more careful pace than before— though still not all that slow.  "My beautiful girl— you can't help it, can you?  The way men feel about you."

A slightly deeper thrust made you gasp and reach up to hold his shoulders, blinking through the watering in your eyes.

"Of course he kissed you," he breathed, "if you were another man's wife, I'd kiss you too.  I'll always have to have you, darling, nothing could stop me."

"I pushed him away, love," you swore again.

"I know, I know," he cooed.  "But I still can't stand to think of it… of my darling wife being kissed by someone else.  He would've only done that if he thought you'd kiss him back, you know— he thought you would let him fuck you."

He picked up his pace, staring deep into your eyes and gripping you tightly.

“When you’re pregnant, then he’ll know,” William announced proudly as he held your hips.  “Then everyone who sees you will know: you fucking belong to me.”

Overwhelmed by it, you felt yourself get even hotter and slicker between the legs at the idea of that.  He was wrong about you wanting to make him jealous, but neither of you could deny now that you got some gratification out of it.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I belong to you,” you promised, “I’m yours— you know I’m yours, love, always—”

He hummed in agreement, pumping deeper and faster into you as your head spun.  “You’ll be the most beautiful expectant wife there ever was,” he purred, a rough hand tugging your bra out of the way and groping your breasts.  “These nice and full— all of you swollen and soft—”

“W-William,” you stammered, hardly able to breathe with his weight on you and the way he filled you.

“Big belly,” he cooed, “and my baby inside— our baby.  Fuck, how can I wait to see you like that?”

“F-fuck,” you choked out, “don’t stop, please… please, my love—”

“I’ll fill you, darling,” he promised lowly, baring his teeth as you started to fall into it— your head tilting back into the mattress, pleasure overtaking you, your fingers digging into his shoulders.  “I’ll give you everything I have, every night, until it takes—”

“Please,” you begged, holding him tighter and lifting your face up with what little energy you had to bury it in his shoulder.  You cried from the intensity of it all— from everything— as shudders wracked your body.  He groaned as he felt you pulsing around him, kissing your face and groaning beside your ear.

“What a good little wife,” he praised as you came, “what a perfect little wife— you want it, don’t you?  To be pregnant, have my child?”

You barely managed to nod, you were so overcome by every sensation running through you.  But you did, and he growled proudly.

“You will, my angel,” he promised, “I’ll make sure of it.  Just say one more time that you love me, darling— that you’ll always be mine—”

“I-I love you so much, William,” you swore, muffled in the jacket that you clutched needily.  “I’m yours— I’m always yours— oh!”

You lost track of your words, but it didn’t matter then because you were drowned out by his gasps: heavy, low breaths as he pressed into you one last time and filled you completely.

Instantly, you were flooded with even more emotions: shame, ecstasy, confusion, hurt, love.  It was too much to take even if you weren’t still slightly tipsy and entirely sleep-deprived, but altogether it just turned you into a mess.

After coming down from his high— though he was still catching his breath— William seemed to sober up in a second as you cried harder.  Cooing gently at you, he wrapped his arms tighter around you and hugged you close.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he breathed as he held you tightly, “I’m so sorry.  You know it’s just my love that makes me this way— I just can’t stand to see another man lay his hand on you… I just can’t imagine you with anyone else, it breaks my heart, darling.”

“You break my heart, William,” you whispered back, still hiding in his shoulder, “when you think I could ever hurt you like that.  When you accuse me of something like that—”

“I just get scared, darling,” he sighed, petting your back slowly as he rocked you in his arms.  “I just get scared that you’re too good to be true.  That this beautiful creature can’t be all mine.”

You smiled against his skin, holding onto him tighter.  “I love you so much, William… I’d never— you have to believe me, I’d never—”

“Shh,” he soothed softly, as he held your head and kissed the top of it.  “I know, darling, I know.  Because you belong to me.”

[ssweetleaf]

not now.

summary: william wants a baby, but you’re not so sure— he makes sure to get you pregnant whether you like it or not.

william killick x fem!reader

includes: SMUT 18+, dark!william, non-con, baby trapping/breeding kink, choking, face slapping, unprotected p in v, cream pie

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Your cheek stung and bloomed with heat from the constant slaps William inflicted upon you, quick and sharp, forcing broken whimpers and heaving sobs to erupt from your throat.

“I can’t believe you would embarrass me like that,” his voice was raised, jaw tensing while his hand gripped at your throat, keeping you close and in place. “your own husband.”

You clutched at his wrist, desperate for him to go easy on you.

-

“So, Will, isn’t it time you settled down? Have a few kids running round?” One of your close friends had asked, eager to get an insight onto your married life and why on earth you were still without children.

William smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressed a little kiss to your temple.

“Oh, definitely— we’ll be trying for a baby in no time, isn’t that right darling.”

His arm tightened around you, an act of dominance, a warning.

You frowned, cheeks searing and you stuttered to find your words.

“Well,” you started, “I just don’t think we’re ready for children at the moment, m-maybe in a few years.”

You smiled nervously up at your friend, them having no idea the way his hand slipped from your waist, or the immediate tension that grew between you and your husband.

-

“William,” you sobbed, little tears slipping down your cheeks, ruining the pretty makeup you had spent so much time on earlier. “please let go, you’re hurting me.”

He chuckled dryly, humourless, forcing you back with the hand around your neck, the backs of your knees bumping into the bed frame, causing you to tumble onto the mattress.

William straddled you, roughly tugging at the front of your dress, watching your tits spill out of your bodice, nipples on display and hardening from the cool air.

“Wives are supposed to obey their husbands, correct?” He spoke, running his palms along your breasts, grabbing fistfuls of the soft flesh and kneading crudely.

You whimpered, his thumbs flicking over your nipples, playing with them and watching them grow harder with each passing of his digit.

“Answer me.” He snapped, another sharp slap was directed to your cheek, leaving you breathless and shaky.

“Y-yes!” You squealed, sobbing and squirming in his grasp.

“Well then,” he cooed, all condescending stroking your swelling cheek with his knuckle before lifting your dress, bunching it against your stomach. “You’re going to give me a baby, dear— make me a proper daddy.”

Your eyes widened, glassy with another round of un-shed tears, and you pushed at his chest.

“N-no, not now— not like this, William please,” he hushed you, bringing his strong hands to your panties and tearing them apart, groaning at the sight of your pretty pussy on display for him, just begging to take his cock and be filled with the Killick prodigy.

“Now, now, none of that,” he spoke, parting your thighs wide, his strong grip stilling you. “You obey your husband like a good little trophy wife.”

He unbuckled his belt in a hurry, unzipping his fly and pulling his cock free. You watched it throb and pulse, desperate to be enveloped and you cursed yourself at the way your clit responded to it.

“See?” He cooed, running his cock head along the length of your slit, your arousal slicking him up and making it terribly easy for him to glide up and down. “You want it just as bad as I do, sweetheart, don’t try and deny it.”

His tip nudged against your hole, slipping inside with little resistance with how wet you had become, and he sank into you, balls deep, right to the hilt, throbbing hotly inside you and you whined at the immense pressure against your sweet spot.

“Darling, s-slow down,” you tried shakily, gripping onto his biceps, your nails leaving crescents in his freckled skin. His pace had turned ruthless quick, balls slapping against your ass and thighs snug with yours on every inward thrust.

“There you go,” he breathed, ignoring your plea to slow down, to go easy on you, instead he just went faster, even deeper. “You’re a good girl really, aren’t you? Just act like a brat to get fucked— I know your little games, dear.”

The thumping of your heart drowned out his filthy words, your chest heaving, coil tightening in your stomach and you just couldn’t help it.

His eyes screwed shut, moaning into the air and he throbbed inside you, you could tell he was close, thrusts already growing sloppy.

“Pull out,” you whined, “not inside, please don’t cum inside.”

He ignored you, batting your hands away when you tried to push at his chest and he lifted your legs up so they rested over his shoulders.

You cried out at the sudden switch of position, his cock so deep inside you swore you could feel him in your throat.

“That’s it, legs up— gotta make sure it takes.”

You sobbed and cried, pussy fluttering around his cock when he thrusted once, twice, three times more before spilling his load inside of you, filling your womb with his seed and painting your walls all thick and white.

“Everyone’s going to know now, darling,” he breathed, “they’ll know just how good I fuck you once you’re all pregnant, pretty.”

[your-nanas-house]

I'm pretty sure you're mine

◇ Pairing: Sub!William Killick X dom fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, disappointment, friends to lovers, choking, slapping, edging, raw sex/creampie, sadness and lust, shitty writing (sorry I'm pretty sick and struggled a bit)

◇ Summary: William meets his childhood friend again, after a promise he did before the war.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Inspired by one of the latest and wonderful works of @pinguwrites

"William—" her voice came out as a whisper as her eyes remained on her loving childhood friend, who was busy apparently flirting with a brunette woman.

He turned around, licking his lips in confusion but kind of joy— a joy that vanished as soon as he saw the hurt face of who used to be his Y/n.

She left him no time to say hello, ask questions, or give an explanation— even though it was ages since they saw each other and she was really eager to meet him again after all they had been through.

It didn't happened though, not like she planned.

Y/n always imagined their reunion to be more romantic, full with joy and cries and passion— not sadness and disappointment.

She rushed out of the pub where they were, pushing the door open before running away the fastest she could, leaving the young man confused and sad at the entrance.

.

A couple of days later, someone knocked at the door of the house she was staying in and thinking that it was probably the owner or someone important, she opening it just to be face to face with William.

Neither of them spoke for a couple of seconds, they just kept looking at each other, taking in all the changes that were visible on their bodies— before she made an attempt to close the door.

William's feet quickly stopped her action, opening the door again and walking in as soon as she rushed away, heading with an angry gait to the living room— so that she could continue to prepare her suitcases.

"Y/n" William's voice broke the silence taking her slightly by surprise, it had become deeper and his accent was still present, if she wasn't that mad she would have probably begged him to speak to her all day long.

Distracted by his voice, she didn't realize that the man had moved and was now standing behind her with a very worried look.

Her body became still as soon as William rested his hand carefully on her shoulder, she turned slowly her head to meet his piercing baby blue eyes— waiting for him to talk, to say anything.

"Why are you here?" William asked, leaking of words. His words kept echoing in Y/n's head as she stared how blankly at his handsome face

"Why am I here?" Repeats, anger slowly building up, her movements become more nervous and fast as she kept packing her things.

"Yes—" he started, taken aback by her sudden motion, her finger pointing at his chest "I'm here because I wanted to see you again, I waited for you to come back to me after war but nothing!" she revealed breathing heavily.

Y/n didn't let William open his mouth again.

Her hand pushed against his chest, making him stumble against the nearest surface

"I came here ready to see you again, to be with you and start something like we promised each other and there you are, flirting with another woman" she murmured, staring at him with a lot of emotions in her eyes.

William's heart skipped a beat as his stomach sinked. She was mad. But, she had every right to be.

She returned to a man who had changed and seemingly moved on from the past. She had a right to be mad.

William swallowed down, his gut instinct to defend himself disappearing as he stared at her, his mouth almost unable to form words.

"You have nothing to say?" She asked incredulously, her eyes narrowing even more

"I..I..." he stammered out, his tongue tied. It feels like he couldn't find the proper words, as if every time he opened his mouth to speak they only stumble out as gibberish.

His heart raced as frustration mounts against himself for what had become of the situation. She was rightfully angry at him, but now he found himself unable to even answer the question posed to him.

"The cat got your tongue, William?" She asked, framing his body with hers, almost giving an energy of superiority and dominance.

He stared with wide eyes, shocked but at the same time intrigued by the sudden position.

He couldn't feel the heat of her body pressed against his, the sensation sending waves of heat through his body. Her smell was different then he remembered, not sweet and innocent like it used to be but— nicer.. more mature.

It was almost as if she was designed to distract him.

Y/n's eyes scanned his body as she bit softly her bottom lip in thought.

His breath caught in his chest, feeling the butterflies rush to his stomach, his body nearly shivering as she moves closer.

His hands suddenly rise, his body shifted so he was better framed by hers.

William stared at her, knowing that they both felt the heat rising.

They both let out a soft sigh before their lips connected in a passionate and fiercely kiss.

He suddenly wrapped his hands around her waist, his fingers interlocking together, pulling her in as he kisses her.

Her arms hugging his neck forcefully, holding him closer to her.

The passion and heat that erupted between them was utterly exhilarating, but at the same time there was a certain intimacy about the kiss— as well as repressed feelings and hidden emotions.

His tongue swirled around hers, and he felt her body pressed up against his during the kiss, the heat and tension nearly unbearable.

Y/n pushed him against the wall, pulling softly at his locks as she broke the kiss

"Tell me you're still mine" she whispered against his lips, her nose brushing his as she waited for a reply, her eyes closed.

A deep moan erupted from William's throat, his body nearly trembling beneath her— his lips parted and the words barely managed to utter themselves from his mouth

"I'm still yours.." he whispered, and kisses her again.

She returned the kiss, leading him to the bedroom of the house while she started to undress him— he was still in a state of shock that this was happening, but the heat that he felt rise through him as she lead him to the bedroom was undeniable.

Her hands moved to undo his buttons, her breath on his neck, hot and desperate, and the heat of her body rising up through his own.

It was almost as if she was designed to steal away his breath, and his body responded in turn without hesitation.

And in a quick motion he was now laying on the bed, Y/n towering over him while she kicked off her boots.

William kept watching her with anticipation as he laid there, his own hands move to undo his pants, pulling them off one as he watches her remove her blouse.

It felt as if time had melted away for William.

Time no longer held any sway over him, it was just the two of them together; her hands on his body, her lips on his, her breath against his skin.

He suddenly leaned forward and kissed her again deeply, pulling her body to rest upon his.

His hand wandered lower, taking a handful of her ass, earning a harsh slap from her

"I don't think you understand who's in control right now, baby boy" Y/n murmured, her nails digging in the flesh of his chin as she held it still, making William whine softly.

The sudden slap earned a jolt of shock from him and the burning remained a reminder.

This had always been the underlying dynamic between the two of them and the sudden harshness from her now was utterly unexpected— it felt like this wasn't the same girl he used to fool around with, her confidence drowing him almost as if she had been the one who had gone to war.

Her nails scraped at his chin harder, and the sudden rush of heat sent shivers all through his body.

William just nodded breathless, his eyes watching her carefully as his body didn't dare to move

"Will you be a good boy, William? My good boy?" She asked almost ordering him to, placing kisses along his jawline.

His heart kept hammering heavily in his chest as his breathing grew heavy at her commands.

She had taken an unexpected role in this reunion, and it was taking him some time to get used to this new dynamic not that he minded.

He slowly nodded, his mouth barely able to utter a single word

"Yes... I'll be a good boy" he finally muttered, rolling his eyes back when she started to nibble on his sweet spot, his breath becoming heavier and heavier as his hands kept tickling.

He needed to grab her, to hold into her but he was too afraid to do so— William didn't want her to stop for no reason.

Y/n's body was still clothed while William was bare under her, needy of her touch and love.

"Tell me you're mine, honey" she whispered, making her hand travel lower in a painful slow pace.

"I'm yours" he muttered quickly out, his heart racing violently as his breath grew more ragged

"I'm yours" he repeated it again breathless, as if to convince himself more than her that this was true.

Her hand grabbed his rock-hard cock which was hidden under the skirt of her dress, she pumped it a couple of time, watching his face writhe in a grimace of pleasure.

"What do you want, baby?" Y/n whispered a couple of minutes later, denying him the release.

The question threw him off completely as he was still under the effects of her sudden dominance.

It took him a few moments to even grasp the question she was asking him, but when he did, the words that fell from his mouth were quick and decisive

"I want..." his voice was nearly a whisper

"I want you to teach me a lesson" his eyes were filled with anticipation as he stared at hers.

"My baby wants a lesson? A lesson of what, huh? Does my baby need to be remined of who he belongs to?" She mocked him, tightening the grip she had on his thrombing cock.

William groaned in response, the pain of her grip nearly unbearable, as was the mocking tone she used.

His eyes narrowed in pain and pleasure as she challenged him, as if daring him to resist

"Yes" he whispered softly "Yes, darling...I need to learn my place".

Another harsh slap could be heard in the room, he blinked a couple of times, looking at her now like a lost puppy

"I'm not your darling, baby. What am I?" She asked, her free hand grabbing his face "You're My Mistress" he whispered out, the words coming out like a sudden admission.

His head bowed down slightly, his gaze falling down as he waited a response or another slap.

"Mistress" Y/n repeated softly, nodding in approval "Call me that, baby" she kissed his bruised lips as a reward

"Is my baby ready to be reminded?" She whispered against his lips.

His lips parted in an involuntary whimper as she moved her hand again

"Yes Mistress... I'm ready" he whispered in a low voice, waiting her next move.

Her lips touched his face again in a kiss, her nails scratching along his lips, reminding him of the power she held in this moment.

"That's a good boy" she praised, listening to William's soft whimper.

Y/n moved down his body, leaving kisses down his pale freckled skin till she reached his leaking cock— her thumb rubbed his angry red tip, collecting his pre-cum as he squirmed softly, his hands grabbing into the bed.

Her bottom lip was caged between her teeth, her eyes fixed on him while she continued with her actions, slapping hard the pale skin of his tigh as soon as he tried to do something

"Ah Ah, baby. Behave or I stop, got it?" Y/n murmured, spitting on his cock to be able to stroke him better, earning other whines and whimpers from the grown man.

The young woman managed to deny him his release for six times before receiving an actual reaction from him.

Tears running down his sharp but handsome face, his cheeks flushed and his lips bruised for all his biting and the kisses they shared before.

And each slap on his thigh was a sharp sting of pain and a rush of heat that made him tremble slightly against her as a sharp moan escaped his mouth each time

"M-More, please! More, mistress! I-I need m-more" his voice grew hoarse as the lesson went on, his voice dripping with desire and need as he begged her.

A small smirk remined on Y/n's face as she decided to finally stop torturing him and get her pussy a bit of satisfaction as well.

She moved her dress slightly up, not showing William anything but her thighs for a couple of seconds before sink into him— her cunt wrapping tightly around his cock.

William's back arched at the sudden sensation, his eyes rolled back as his hand finally grabbed her hips, letting Y/n still be in control as she bounced on his lenght

"Is my baby close?" She moaned out, grabbing his throat while increasing her pace, ready to receive all the load that William shoot inside of her soon after.

"Yess" she hissed, watching William silent moans, his open mouth and the shaking of his body who was struggling to deal with an orgasm like that

"Fill me, baby boy!" She commanded eagerly before lying next to him breathless as well.

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[darlingsfandom]

"Say it again"

Requested : William Killick(Edge of Love) with a breeding kink!

Warnings: Breeding, swearing, spankings, p in v unprotected!

Not proofread !

A small breeze blew into the kitchen from the cracked open window while you finished up cleaning dinner while William sat at the table silently flipping through the newspaper. It had been three weeks since William returned home and all the anxiety, doubt and nightmares have melted away. Being able to wake up in his arms made you feel safe again.

"Darling, do you want any dessert?" You peeped up while setting the final plate into the drying rack before wiping your hands on your apron and walking over to him with a soft smile on your face. William peeked over his paper to see you. He folded the paper carefully before putting it on the table and placing his hands on his lap. Willam had been more quiet than usual but he still acted the same around you. You tilted your head to the side before he gave you a soft smile.

"Are you for dessert?" His lips curved into that devilish smirk that you've missed. Your thighs instantly clenched together while he licked his lips.

"Well I did make that strawberry cake you like so much, but..." The apron was gone in seconds as you sat on the edge of the table, slowly lifted the bottom of your dress and gave him a peek of your red cotton panties. "You can taste me instead." The sparkle in his eye grew as his finger tips traced up your thighs slowly until something took over in him. Willam laid you back on the kitchen table , pulled your dress up until it was bunched on top of your stomach and yanked your panties down in a swift motion.

"Please!" You whined softly which made William chuckle since he hadn't even done anything to you but it had been awhile since the two of you had sex! With him being shipped off for a year and a half you were left alone to pleasure yourself. You had spent countless nights aching for him , his fingers, his lips, his touch! You had suitors line up for you but you only wanted William! You needed him. His fingers touched you in the way you craved in his absents.

"Sweetheart, I've barely touched you" William chuckled as he watched you squirm a little. He leaned into you before pressing his lips against yours. You missed his kisses. His lips moved in sync with yours while your hands ran down his back slowly and his hands stayed pinned against the side of your head. His lips moved down the side of your neck making sure to leave warm wet kisses into your soft flesh making your eyes roll back with pleasure.

"Breed me..." you whimpered quietly but caught William off guard. He stopped mid kiss before looking at you with eyes full of desire.

"What did you just say?" He stood up straight and for a split second you thought that he was upset but once you really looked you realized it wasn't anger in his eyes. "SAY IT AGAIN!" He cupped your face by your jaw making you look into his eyes.

"Breed me! Please ! I need you to fill me up with your cum! Please! I missed feeling full". You bit down on your bottom lip as his face changed to pleasure. His hand tightened on your jaw before pushing you back down, lifting your hips and ripping your panties off.

"Look at you! So fucking wet. Do you know how much I've missed you? How much I craved to be inside you while I was in the field ? To distracted by thoughts of you , could've easily died but I didn't!" William held you open by your thighs as he bent down until he was eye level with your pussy and took no time to waste so he could lap at your folds with his long tongue. Your fingers ran through his hair as he swirled his tongue inside of you while his finger tips squeezed your thighs.

"Oh my god! William!" You cried out while holding his head. "Fuck! I've missed this."

"You're such a good little housewife for me! You waited for me and now you're getting what you've wanted! You know , I've heard the other husbands on the street talk about how their wives won't do even half of what you do! You're such a dirty girl!" William spit against your pussy before using his thumb to find your clit and rub it in circles until you were whimpering below him. Your nails scratched the back of his head gently while he added more pressure to your clit making you squirm which meant you were on edge.

"Oh look at you honey, you're going to cum!" William looked into your eyes as he rubbed your clit while you arched your hips off the table.

"I'm so close! I've missed your touch so much!" Your toes started to curl, your hands held onto your dress and your mouth hung open before your orgasm gushed against his fingers while his name came out in a cry!

"That's my good little housewife. So obedient to me, such a good girl soaking my fingers. Just wait honey, I'm about to put a baby in you yeah! I'm going to get you pregnant and everyone's going to know what a dirty girl you are." His words struck you hard making your already sensitive clit twitch even more.

"Please William ! Please yes!" William chuckled darkly while undoing his pants until they were around his ankles along with his briefs. His cock was already fully hard with an intense red head leaking precum. Your eyes went wide. This wasn't the first time you two had sex since he returned but it felt that way. William pulled you down to the edge of the kitchen table by your thighs and lined the head of his cock into your wet folds.

"Your pussy was made for my cock." Willam sighed happily as he buried his cock slowly into you inch by inch until you felt him deep inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he bent over top of you to get a better angle inside. You watched his cock disappear into you making you shiver while he groaned when he bottomed out.

William grabbed your legs and held them up high with a slight bend at the knees before he started thrusting into you. It was gentle at first so you could adjust but once you were ready William didn't hold back. He had your legs over his shoulders as he pounded hard into you making the table shake underneath you. "Good girl! Taking my cock so good! You want me to put a baby in you so bad. Tell me honey, you want that don't you? Having everyone know you're pregnant with MY baby hmm?"

"Yes yes yes! Wanna have your baby! Need to be filled with your cum so I can have your baby! Please!" You were a blubbering mess below him from how overstimulated you were feeling from him pounding into you, his thumb circling your clit again and his lips on your collar bone , you were in heaven.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum soon!" His thrusts were sloppy as his Grunts became louder until his thighs started shaking. You felt his cum shot inside of your warm walls and it was a decent amount filling you, you could even feel some of it leaking out and down your taint as he looked deep into your eyes. Your second orgasm hit you hard making you scratch his back as he finished inside of you.

The two of you laid on top of the kitchen table panting hard. William pressed his forehead against yours while licking his lips before kissing you hard. You smiled against his lips as he kept his cock deep inside of you.

"If this time doesn't work, I'm going to keep trying because you need to have my baby honey. We'll be the perfect family." William kissed you again before smiling down at you and then covering your face in kisses because has hard as he can be he's soft for you and only you .

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 — Masterlist

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

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

WEEK ONE

Day 1. William Killick + dub-con

Day 2. Cillian Murphy + spanking, authority kink

Day 3. Raymond Leon + car sex

Day 4. Neil Lewis + grinding, semi-public

Day 5. Thomas Shelby + overstimulation, bondage

Day 6. Jonathan Crane + impact play

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

WEEK TWO

Day 8. Thomas Shelby + omegaverse, omega!tommy

Day 9. Robert Fischer + facefucking, office sex

Day 10. William Killick + uniform kink, dirty talk

Day 11. Tom Buckley + body worship, overstimulation

Day 12. Neil Lewis + cockwarming

Day 13. Cillian Murphy + somnophilia, dd/lg

Day 14. Jackson Rippner + CNC, roleplay

WEEK THREE

Day 15. Jonathan Crane + sex pollen

Day 16. William Killick + face riding

Day 17. Jonathan Breech + making a video

Day 18. Raymond Leon + forced proximity, outercourse

Day 19. Thomas Shelby + fingering, hold the moan

Day 20. Darren/Pig + vanilla, riding

Day 21. Robert Fischer + mirror sex, toys

WEEK FOUR

Day 22. Jackson Rippner + choking, anal sex

Day 23. Tom Buckley + vanilla, creampie

Day 24. Jonathan Crane + humiliation, pegging

Day 25. Robert Fischer + wet dream, sleepy sex

Day 26. Neil Lewis + shower sex

Day 27. Raymond Leon + anal sex, brat taming

Day 28. Jonathan Breech + fluffy, semi-public

WEEK FIVE

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

Day 30. Darren/Pig + mutual masturbation

Day 31. Jackson Rippner + ghostface!reader

[peacexatxlast]

Whilst avoiding my own personal problems in life, I’m also evading my WIP. That being said, I would give anyone my soul for some prompts and requests! (You have me on my knees)

I write for the Peaky Blinders and almost all of Cillian’s many characters he’s portrayed throughout the years. There’s not much I won’t write, so feel free to invade my inbox. Xx

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST

main masterlist

(✧ = smut, ☾ = angst, 𖦹 = fluff, ♤ = dark)

➸ CILLIAN MURPHY

practice makes perfect | 4.5k, ✧𖦹 sugar daddy!cillian murphy (✧𖦹, drabble)

➸ JONATHAN CRANE

folie á deux | 4.5k, ✧ guinea pig | 6.1k, ✧𖦹 all yours | 3.3k, ✧ knight in shining armor | 6.1k, ✧♤

➸ NEIL LEWIS

take you down a peg | 5.3k, ✧𖦹 dark!neil lewis (✧♤, drabble) pillow princess!neil lewis (✧𖦹, drabble) visions of such sweet days (𖦹, headcanons)

➸ CHRIS O’DOYLE

dine & dash | 4k, 𖦹

➸ JACKSON RIPPNER

prove it | 3.6k, ✧𖦹 honey, i’m home | 6.1k, ✧♤

➸ ROBERT FISCHER

toeing the line | 6.8k, ✧𖦹 sub!robert fischer (✧, drabble)

➸ JONATHAN BREECH

it’s you, happy all the time | 10k, ✧☾𖦹

➸ WILLIAM KILLICK

a series of letters | coming soon… ✧☾𖦹

[saintmuses]

❝𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧❞

Pairing:

William Killick x Dylan’s Sister!Reader

Summary:

William had to cross the countryside of Wales to England to save Y/N Thomas from Dylan’s drunken rage, not knowing he would place her in another dangerous territory until it was too late.

Warning(s): SMUT. P in V. Slight age gap (5 years between Reader and William). Possessive!William, and he is dark as well. Mentions of trauma bond, implied abuse (from Dylan). Deaths of Dylan and Vera. Minors, dni! Note: don’t mind my mistakes on trauma bond and separation anxiety :(. Trauma bonding was discovered in 1980s, and I’m only using the part of emotional addiction, dependency and trust in trauma bonding due to how William ensures being her safety net. Therefore, pretend the knowledge of trauma bonding and secondhand trauma exists in 1940s, and I would be implying modern therapy in this fic in order for this to work due to how horrible therapy was in 1940s especially with women. As much as I adore sweet William, I absolutely love dark version of him as well.

Word Count: 2.5k

1947

The fire was blazing in its warmth, as if there was nothing smothering it, casting a soft orange glow around the room, leaving the corners dark and untouched at the cottage.

He was sitting down on gaudy furniture, holding a tumbler of amber liquid, observing the movement of light.

He was aware of her standing by the doorway, he knew she was feeling out of place at the moment as he felt the weight of her gaze as it landed on him.

He couldn't stand the scrutiny he could feel radiating off her.

In response to the tension, his fingers tightened around the glass, only to release his grip slightly when he heard a subtle echo in her footsteps.

"We need to talk, William." She whispered. 

The words carried to his ears, sounding afraid the words that held so much weight would pierce the world that surrounded them.

It could.

That night when he had returned to the very town in England that caused him nothing but bitterness of the memories that were lost a long ago, swearing to the bottom of his heart that he was going to protect Y/N from her brother to ensure she would live.

Vera had told him that Y/N sent a letter to her, pleading for her help to save her from the alcoholic rage her brother would have ever since losing Vera.

He had only met her briefly during Dylan Thomas’ birthday celebration at the pub where they frequented before he left for the war. She was pretty, but timid that he barely paid any attention to her presence.

He left his warm kitchen that night, leaving the imprint of the memory at the kitchen table and the chair, not knowing it would change everything he thought he had known.

The world was fleeting. Regimes rise and fall, he tended not to be fazed by it especially after the war. Tyrants still exist to this day, ruling with an iron fist along with kings and queens representing a lie as figureheads to politics and scheming. Another way to say the world had gone to shit, but God, she was beautiful.

He had saved her just in time, reaching for her floating head in the clawed bathtub. Her hair was floating covering his hands as he pulled her out of the tub, her face revealed black and violet prints.

Ethereal beauty, as if she was a siren beckoning him despite the flaws of the abuse her brother had put her through.

He then took her away after giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, turning her body over as her body rejected the liquid. Away from the life she had lived, away from the ones that caused her nightmares.

Leaving everything behind with little regards.

He also left Dylan on the floor, drunken with drool leaking out from the side of his mouth before leaving the house on fire along with a hole in his head where it should’ve been the first time, he had attempted to shoot him. Fortunately, Caitlin and her children were out of town when it happened.

It was a secret he was going to carry to his grave if there was ever one for him.

His little need to protect his love from the horrors of the world had consumed him especially after what she had gone through. It was a parasite borne out of the need after witnessing her experiencing the near brush with death that night several moons ago.

What he had failed to calculate in his need to protect her, is how he was not able to protect her from the one person who served the biggest threat to her life.

Him.

The one person he had thought would've been her brother.

Oh, but he was mistaken.

He was wrong.

It was him all along.

Now there was an obsession that was highly volatile. A need to own her every move, every sweet gaze that he only wanted to her sweet eyes straight at him. He wanted to own it, every beautiful piece of her and leave nothing else for the rest of the world to have.

Of course, he had tried to control himself as best as he could; However, he could not outrun his impatience despite telling himself that he could.

There are some things he could carry patience for and there are things he could not.

He protected her from the world, but he couldn't protect her from him.

He was done trying to control the monster crawling out of his soul to consume her.

She could have his heart if she had the stomach to take it, even when he had already given it to her that night.

She trusted him, he knew that. However, her trust she blindly bestowed on him would severely damage if she had found out the truth he held from her.

The reasoning why Vera was gone in the middle of the night as well.

Y/N, for all of the generous parts of her, needed to help him to take care of his child Rowatt.

It had been six months since he had committed an act of murder against Vera who was buried far away that no one would think to find her body and kept it like a secret in the form of an oath.

It wasn't until one night the dynamic between them had changed when she came to him in the middle of the night, and confessed she was having a nightmare.

It wasn't until she quietly begged him to stay in the same bed as her. Begging him implicitly to taunt his monster that resided in his soul.

Being susceptible to sweet charm of hers, he gave in.

After it was all said and done, he knew it by then. Even prior to her going in town to meet up with a psychiatrist, he held it from her.

He had kept his distance, at least a foot between them, so stiff the tension taunted him of how close she was and yet so far at the same time.

Somehow, she grabbed his hand, tugging his arm with all of her strength which ended up with him rolling over and laid his arm across her waist from behind, keeping a respectful touch to it.

All she had said was the word please.

Needless to say, his control over the beast that resided in him snapped.

He pulled back enough to guide the tip of his cock to her entrance before sliding right in. He nearly growled as her wet, molten walls stretched open to envelope his cock, struggling against his girth, but accepting the intrusion eventually.

Her hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside her.

He enclosed her wrist with his fingers, guiding her hand towards her chest before wrapping his arms around her and held her tightly.

"Love," he purred his pet name for her into her ear as his hips met hers. "This is mine," he murmured as his breath kissed her ear.

He could hear her gasping and felt her shuddering in his arms, his eyes falling shut as he withdrew slightly before thrusting again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could from this position.

He'd imagined this in his mind and in his dreams whenever he slept, for so long and now that he had her...he couldn't ever let her go. Finally caught in his golden cage, a wild bird that would still sing.

Every inch of her was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last, and all his.

A wild bird that sung beautifully.

"You're doing so well for me, love." He patronized her, growling slightly when he pressed deep into her pussy. His fingers tightened on her hips, dragging her into him as much as he could so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of her. 

He nearly shuddered when Y/N whined, a long-broken noise, and he leaned towards her neck in response, pressing his lips to her damp skin while trying his best to make her sing again. “You don’t want to wake up Rowatt.” He panted, thrusting faster, and slamming his hips against hers more forcefully.

His keen sense of hearing picked up on her whimper that managed to escape from her lungs, and he groaned through his teeth.

He leaned back slightly before reaching down with his hand to spread her buttocks apart so he could see his cock stretching her out, pushing into her pliant body. The sight of it made his head fall back for a moment, inhaling sharply before he pulled her close again and started thrusting with a brutal force.  He reached around and brought two fingers to her clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"William," she gasped, arching her back in response.

He hummed a little in approval. "Y/N, you're so beautiful looking like this," he praised, jerking his hips harshly. She cried out and shuddered, pushing herself on his cock, meeting his thrusts. Amused by her desperation, his thrusts slowed down.

She whined and kept going, her buttocks slapping against his hips loudly in a clear desperation. His fingers were still rubbing her bundle of nerves, he could feel her walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and her body beginning to shake.

He leaned towards her neck, pressing his lips against her skin once more before his lips pulled back, revealing his blunt teeth, he then sank his teeth into the curve of her neck hard as he could to mark her. To ruin her.

The blood dripped into his mouth. It was at the point where he realized his teeth successfully made its mark into her skin that his eyes rolled back into his head.

The absolute second he heard her cry out in alarm, twinged with pleasure as she reached the peak, he grabbed her and rolled both of them over until she was on her stomach, and he was brutally fucking her into the mattress as he still refused to detach from her neck.

He could still feel her pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper. He withdrew his teeth from her neck, grunting against the mess of her skin.

"Y/N, you feel so exquisite," he purred, pinning her down by the back of her shoulders as he sped up even more.  He laughed lightly when he felt her walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting her swollen clit with each thrust. "You are a needy little thing, wanting more even when I'm tearing you apart," he taunted as he gave a brutal thrust.

She whined in response. "William," she gasped his name, sobbing hoarsely. "Please don't stop..." she moaned weakly as she begged.

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured her. "You'll never have to beg me for it. I will always give you; you have my word on that, Y/N." He murmured darkly, leaning towards her ear. "You take it so good, love. You were made for me."

He could hear her swallowing, "I want us to be real." She confessed softly, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. The furniture is relatively average, so there was a little room between him and her.

He refused to look at her ever since the truth of their connection had been revealed.

Secondhand Trauma Bonding. Her psychiatrist had called it. He was angry when Y/N came to him about it.

"This type of bond occurred due to emotions you’ve had for me after the night I found you in the bathtub and I didn’t stop you from depending on me. So, whatever we are...we are very much real." He stated in a flat tone, placing the tumbler down onto the coffee table in front of him. "Isn't that enough for us?"

There was a pause. He could hear her heart pounding as she contemplated the words to say to him. "William, I want this to be real, not some...influence from the trauma bond I imposed on you."

"What do you want me to do?" He snapped, asking her with an angry tone as he glared into the fireplace. "The bond is borne from the emotions you’ve experienced from your brother. You couldn’t help but to find a safety net which is me. So if you think it is wrong…" he muttered, trailing off. "I don't know what to do, Y/N. So, tell me, if you do know."

Lie.

He knew how to stop the bond induced by the emotional ordeal from trauma which she had depended on him for, but he simply just did not want to.

"I do." She exhaled softly, wringing her fingers. William had to tramp down the urge to reach across and take her hands into his.

He had a feeling he would not like her next words. "I talked to Caitlin earlier," she hesitated, giving him a brief glance. "She told me that there is a place for me at her home so we could lessen the dependency on the bond we have. That way I can work on myself then…" The rest of the sentence faded out as the noises coming out of her voice droned out as his gaze on the fire grew with an intense focus.

Damn it all to hell. Of course, even when Dylan was already long in ashes, Caitlin Thomas would be the one to start trouble. 

He nearly growled, abruptly slamming down the reaction before it could escape from his chest.

He should let her go.

He was a gentleman, he told himself, scoffing internally knowing the truth.

He had to do the right thing and let her go. That way she could get better like she wanted to, that she deserved, then she could come back to him.

He understood where she was coming from. The bond they both shared influenced their separation anxiety that they were rarely apart from each other until one day it all came crashing down. However, his fear of the unknown is gripping him.

He knew of his emotional attachment to her. 

He was not afraid of the fact that his feelings might’ve not be real because it was. It occurred right before she even began to depend on him for the bond that existed between them. He was afraid of her feelings for him.

What if it disappeared after the time and distance apart as she worked on herself?

The thought of it washed over him with a ferocious force of anger that it nearly knocked the breath out of him.

The orange glow wavered slightly in the air as if it could feel his anger brimming on the edge through his veins.

He could feel the tendrils of possessiveness wrapping around her, tightening their reins on her fire that was brimming but not roaring enough to break away from the shackles that was him.

She wasn't going anywhere.

Never.

"It's not going to happen, love."

[red-write-hand]

HEY Y'ALL

Christmas is coming. It's coming for all of you. It won't stop. It never stops.

I do need y'all's help though!

I will be doing a 12 days of Cillian-mas (+ 19 days of December) fic challenge so just...send in requests!

Will write: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, really anything that I say I write in my pinned post!

Here is a poll for who y'all want from me:

[a later post will be the order of who gets what spot]

[cillianslvt]

Requests are open!!! (Updated)

Now the rules are:

Who I will write for:

Jonathan Crane

Neil Lewis

Thomas Shelby

Robert Fischer

Jackson Rippner

Shivering Solider

Tom Buckley

Lenny Miller

Kitten Braden

William Killick

Jim (The Delinquent Season)

Josef Gabcik

Raymond Leon

Emmitt (A Quiet Place: Part 2)

Who I won’t write for:

Cillian Murphy

Robert Oppenheimer

Characters that I haven’t seen yet. The list will change cause i’m binge watching Cillian’s movies lol.

What I will write:

fluff

angst

smut

Any gender reader

basically anything

Remember this is my first time writing so please be nice lol.

[mypoisonedvine]

I’m gonna be honest I don’t even know if this is how you send one of those little request thingy but I couldn’t stop thinking about soft dom!William Killick teasing wife!reader in public/semi-public 🤭 honestly you could write anything and I’d go feral

oh you're so sick for this I love you omfg

warnings: SMUT!! GO AWAY MINORS!!, dom william being sweet but controlling/possessive, semi public stuff of course, a little choking, housewife kink and sliiiight misogyny (definitely period accurate but also in a horny way)

"You'd let me, wouldn't you?" he taunted. "You'd let me take you right here, show them all who you belong to... like a good little wife."

You shivered, nodding as he reached up with one hand to wrap his fingers around your neck-- but the other was still between your legs, under your dress, making you whimper and look anxiously around the corner in case someone walked in. You should've known he had an ulterior motive when he suggested throwing a dinner party... William liked to keep to himself, stay in with you-- he wasn't especially social. But clearly, he had a use for bringing all your friends here... he wanted an audience, it seemed.

"You'd let me bend you over right here?" he pressed again, petting you more roughly through your panties as you arched your back, pressing your shoulders against his chest as he whispered in your ear. "Claim you, breed you--?"

"Yes, yes," you panted, "I would, William, you know I would..."

"But do you want me to?" he smirked, kissing your neck until your knees nearly buckled.

You weren't sure how to answer that. Your heart was racing with nervousness and your gut seemed to sink even just imagining someone catching you two like this. And yet, it made heat pool between your legs-- it made you throb, more desperate for him than ever. You absolutely loved belonging to him, being his 'good little wife' as he called you so often-- and you loved having him for yourself as well, so it made you a little scared to imagine anyone seeing the intimate moments that you shared with him. But knowing that no one would deny it then-- that they would be so crudely convinced you were absolutely William's property? It was certainly a tempting offer.

"I-I don't think anyone would come to our dinner parties anymore," you choked out instead of a true answer, and his laugh made you whimper just from how deep and dark and lovely it sounded; he slipped his fingers inside your panties, finally, both of you groaning as his rough fingertips slid easily through your soaked folds.

"I think some of them would be eager to come back," he whispered, "I think some of those men would kill to see you getting fucked. Don't you see how they look at you?"

You shook your head, reaching down to hold onto William's wrist as rubbed your clit just a bit too harshly.

"They want you, darling," he growled, "but they can't have you. You're mine, my precious wife--"

"Yours," you agreed in a low moan, thighs quivering as he touched you exactly the way he knew would get you to the edge fastest every time-- you loved how he had your body memorized, expertly turning you into his desperate, needy pet whenever he wanted. He could act jealous all he wanted, but you knew he craved the attention you received just as much as he despised it. Some days he wanted to keep you locked up in the house and never let another man look at you, spoiling you with his own affection instead; other days, he wanted to take you out just to show you off, flaunting you as his prize... this was apparently one of those days.

"I can do whatever I please with you," he reminded you as you purred and rocked your hips, moaning in agreement. "You're my wife, this is my home-- if I want to take you here and now, I will. No one can stop me."

You still didn't really think he would do it, though; you gasped when he tugged your panties down suddenly, pulling up the bottom of your dress and pushing you down by your shoulders so you were bent over before him. "William!" you yelped, "what if someone--"

"They won't come looking unless they hear you," he warned, "so just try to keep quiet."

But he'd opened his trousers in a moment and shoved himself into you roughly-- his pace was sudden and ruthless, and you had no time to adjust and nothing to hold onto. You knew he was going to do his best to make you as loud as possible, probably even order you to shout his name... and you, being his good little wife, were going to obey.

[your-nanas-house]

Thomas Shelby or William killick masterbating to a sexy letter you sent them during the war

Fuck....yes. Love it, thank youuu 🥺

A promise

◇ Pairing: William Killick X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, masturbation, age gap (they are both adults), nude photo/erotic letter

◇ Summary: William receives a letter from his best friend's daughter.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

'Dear Mr Killick (William),

How are you? How's life going there? Here everything is fine. I went out with my friends today and Sandra told me something interesting about soldiers.

That's why I'm writing this letter for you, to be sure that you are okay and to gift you what she called a bit of love...'

William's eyes continued to read the letter, sitting in a secluded area; he knew that Y/n, his best friend's daughter, didn't know exactly what she was doing with those shared taboo words but he didn't really cared.

It just put more fuel to the fire he was feeling inside of his, a fire that made his blood rush down to his cock— thanks to the mere thought of her innocent self.

As William kept reading the letter, a blurry photo fall down into his lap, his icy eyes stopped on it and he nearly came just by the sight.

It was a photo of Y/n undressed, her face was blurry but he could clearly see her innocent eyes and marvelous body facing him.

He undid his belt and opened in a quick motion his pants, pulling out his leaking cock, his hand wrapped around it to squeeze it teasingly before starting to spread his precum— his eyes focused on the picture and the letter.

William spit on his hand before starting to jerk himself off, his guilt hidden inside him, crushed by the most primitive thoughts

"Fuckin' hell, honey—" he moaned, biting his bottom lip when he increased the pace, imagine Y/n there with him

"Jesus Christ— love, yesyesyes!" William continued, reaching slowly his climax while he kept looking at the picture, his breath becoming heavier and heavier

"'M going to fucking breed you, love!" He promised, shooting his load on Y/n's photographed boobs.

William calmed his breath, cleaning slowly the photo to put it in a secret place, lying back down to read one last time the letter before going back to what he was doing.

Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj , @wife-of-magic-monkeys , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover , @slasher-smasher , @sleepycreativewriter , @mrkdvidal1989

[darlingsfandom]

William killick begging you for sex when you are not in the mood

A desperate man! We love!

"What are you doing William?" You ask as your curled up in bed reading your book.

"What? I can't just love on you ?" He asked inbetween kisses on your shoulder.

"Of course you can, but I'm not in the mood." You patted the top of his head as you felt his lips pout against your shoulder blade. "Oh William, don't be a baby." You sighed as you felt him place his head on your lap and lay down on the rest of the bed.

"I'm not, I just want to make love to you ." He stroked your thigh gently. It did feel good when he did that but overall you weren't in the mood.

"And I'm just not in the mood." You sighed pushing William to the side.

"Please baby, it's been sooo long!" His fingers trailed at the end of your night gown.

"I said no! And if you're going to behave this way you'll go sleep on the couch, Jack yourself off and we won't have sex tomorrow!" Your words came out harsh and you hated being that way towards him.

William pinched his nose and sighed before standing up, stripping out off his clothes until he was in his boxers and looked at you like he was looking through you.

"Can I at least see your boobs and touch myself to them?" William pleaded as he got back into bed and laid down next to you.

"Fine." You rolled your eyes as you set your book aside, reached down and pulled the night gown off. You sat there with your breasts proudly on display while William felt his dick harden. It was going to be a long night but he knew that by tomorrow he'd have you on your hand and knees screaming his name.

[pinguwrites]

Drabble: William gets needy when he's jealous

pairing | william killick x wife!reader

Warnings: william's possessive, smut (riding), he's lowkey sub?? someone please write sub!william i'd eat it up

Disclaimer: The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

A/N: Just thought I'd get a little something out. Nothing special but I hope you guys like it.

You knew William like you knew your own mind. In all these years of friendship, courting, and finally, marriage, you had observed every facial expression, every slight of behavior, enough to know when he was upset.

The entire night William had not left your side. His arm was around your shoulder, rubbing your skin with his thumb, a tight expression on his face as he watched the other men at the party flirt with you.

William was bold, but he was also quiet, and his jealousy seething and simmering. You, of course, ignored people’s comments, politely excusing yourself from the conversation before things got awkward, but even after the night ended, William was still by your side, clutching onto you with a grip that almost hurt.

“You do realize that you’re my wife? Mine and mine alone,” he had said as you both got into the car.  

Taking off your painful heels, you chuckled. “I know. No need to be jealous. I was all over you tonight, waving my ring and kissing your cheek, I don’t know why they didn’t get the hint.”

William looked down, not starting the engine. You could tell he was feeling a little insecure. He’d always been this way, it was why he was so possessive over you, so adamant that you were his. 

You had placed your hand underneath his chin and pushed it up, forcing him to look at you. He looked so beautiful, with his dark hair falling over his eyes — deep, light blue, like water.

William leaned into your touch, pressing his lips against your hand and giving it a little kiss. “Let me have you. Let me show them how much better I am.”

“Oh?” A hint of a smile appeared on your face. “Here? In the car?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, kissing your hand once again. A soft sigh escaped his lips. “I want you . . . I need you.”

That was how you both ended up in the backseat, you on top of William, riding him with wanton moans, his hands gripping the flesh of your body, guiding you forward and backward as the car shook. The windows were fogging up, your skin hot and mildly sweaty, while he whispered sweet things in your ear.

William’s head hit the backseat. “Mmm,” he groaned, lips wet with saliva — both yours and his. “None of those men could make you this wet. See, look at you. You’re — oh, fuck — leaking — between your thighs.”

You nodded, but it wasn’t in a straight line, more of a wobble of your head. You were too focused on the feeling of him inside of you, of his warm hands on your body, of his nose brushing up against your ear, and his huffs and grunts.

“No one but you,” you agreed, eyes fluttering shut. “Just you Will . . . jus’ you.”

In the end, you sort of enjoyed it when William got jealous. The way he claimed you, let you use him just to prove how much better his cock was made you wild with desire. You knew that once you two got into bed he would be wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on your chest, snuggling up against you. If there was one thing William craved most in this world it was you. Your love, your touch, your affection. And giving it to him was one of the most pleasing things you could do. 

You were his, completely and unequivocally. And he was yours, too.

Taglist:

@shroombloom-rry @madnessandobsession @Meetmeatyourworst @henrywintersdearestgirl @mrkdvidal1989 @slut4thebroken @qqquartz7 @madeinuk

[peacexatxlast]

Requests are open~

Who I write for:

The Peaky Blinders Universe

Jonathan Crane

Jackson Rippner

Neil Lewis

Cillian Murphy

William Killick

What I write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Everything in between 🧡

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

do you have any upcoming works? (also i ADORE your neil fic!) 💕

omg ur so kind tysm for reading🫶 as for upcoming works, i have a smut blurb for chris o’doyle (free fire) that i wanna tweak into a full length oneshot, some of a smutfic written for jonathan breech (on the edge) which im kinda on the fence abt considering the movie has rly sensitive themes (lmk if that’s something you guys want anyway) and an idea or two rattling around in my head for william killick, robert fischer, and raymond leon. thank u again for reading!!!