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Treat Me Wrong

Kinktober Day 16- Degradation Kink

warnings: AFAB!Reader, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, sex work, roleplay, spanking, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, 18+ minors DNI

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“I think we should break up,” you say.

Tommy’s face twists in anger and confusion. “Where’d you get that idea?” he asks.

This is exactly why you want to break up. He’s so dismissive and he doesn’t respect you. He’s sitting relaxed in his chair like you didn’t just suggest ending your relationship. Why is it so difficult for him to care about you?

“I’m not happy!” you say.

Tommy scoffs in response. “You live like a princess. What else could you possibly need?”

“Love and attention,” you huff.

“Christ,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you a child? Do you really need me to attend to you all day to be content?”

“Not all day, Tommy. Just sometimes. What's the point in even having a lover if you won't spend time with them?"

"You act like I have a lot of free time to waste. I'm a very busy man."

His way of having excuses for everything make you feel like you're going insane.

"You have enough time to spend with prostitutes," you say bitterly. This makes Tommy perk up. "I know you go to see them after work and lie to me when you get home late. Why do you bother stringing me along if you'd rather pay for your companionship?"

Tommy chuckles darkly. "That's what this is about, eh?"

"Why the fuck are you laughing, Tommy?"

He stands up from his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He places one hand on your hip while the other holds his cigarette. The smoke swirls in front of your face, the pungent smell burning your nose.

"You're jealous of my whores?" he asks smugly.

"What do they have that I don't," you ask angrily.

"I have certain needs that they satisfy."

You scoff and push his hand off of you. "We're together, Tommy. You should come to me to satisfy your needs, not step out on me."

Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs ahold of your wrist. "What I need isn't appropriate for a high society woman like yourself."

You furrow your brows in confusion, but no matter what he's talking about, you want to be able to provide it for him. "You don't get to decide what's appropriate for me or not. Besides, you'd know that I'm very adventurous if you ever took the time to actually be intimate with me."

He blinks slowly at you and licks his lips, then smirks devilishly. "You want me to treat you like one of my whores?"

"Yes, Tommy."

"Right." Tommy stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray on the side table, the turns his attention back to you. Both of his hands are on your hips now, holding you firmly. "You promise not to get upset?"

"Why would I get upset?"

Tommy fights back a smirk. "Because I tend to be a bit... harsh."

"Harsh?" you ask.

"You said you want me to fuck you like a whore. A dirty, cheap, used up whore that's only good for taking cock. Is that right?" You hesitantly nod. "Then until I'm finished, that's exactly what you're going to be. I'm only going to stop if you tell me to, otherwise I'm going to have you just like I have them."

"Okay," you breathe.

Tommy steps away from you and sits back in his chair. "Take your dress off," he instructs.

You find it a bit odd that he's just watching instead of also getting undressed, but it does make you feel better that the prostitutes he visits don't get to see him naked.

You strip piece by piece until you're bare in front of him. He stands up again and looks over your body, occasionally prodding and groping you.

"Turn around," he says, voice low. You do as he says and you allow yourself to be moved over to the couch. Tommy pushes you so you're bent at the waist over the arm rest, bare ass on display.

Tommy continues to grope you; he slaps your cheeks, spreads and slaps them, and teases at your folds.

“Wet already? Didn’t think whores got off on their work,” he says.

Without much prep, he shoves two fingers into your cunt. Like a true whore, you take them easily. He opens you up by scissoring his fingers inside you. He's going quickly, not bothering to take his time and make it pleasurable for you. You suppose he pays for his own pleasure, not yours.

"Already loose too. How many others did you have today?" he asks. When you don't answer him, he delivers a slap to your ass.

"N-none," you whimper.

"Sounds like business is slow."

He pulls his fingers out of you and wipes your wetness on your thigh. He then moves to press his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the bulge in his slacks. He grinds up against you shamelessly, making you feel even more humiliated now that he's simulating fucking you while he's fully dressed.

"Tell me you want my cock," he orders.

"I want your cock," you parrot with a whine in your voice.

"You can be more convincing than that," he says with a slap to your ass. "Be a good whore and beg me to fuck you."

You take a deep breath. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad... Mr. Shelby," you add for good measure.

That seems to please him, because he moves away from you far enough to pull his cock through his fly. He rubs the head through your folds, teasing your entrance with it.

"I'm not going to catch anything from fucking you raw, am I?" he asks, though he knows the answer.

"No, sir," you reply.

You're glad he bent you over like this, because that means he can't see your embarrassed face and you don't have to look into his intimidating eyes.

"Mm, good."

He pushes inside you, not gently but he doesn't aim to hurt you. Once he's fully seated inside, he begins to thrust before you're ready for it. You gasp in surprise, but you're helpless to do anything but take it.

"Didn't think pussy so cheap would take me so well," he groans. His hands grip tightly on your hips and he slams you back to meet each of his thrusts. His cock bumps against your cervix uncomfortably, but it feels best for him when you take it all the way, and that's the only thing that matters.

With each thrust, you make a punched out little moan. Tommy, however, is silent above you, save for a bit of heavy breathing. It isn't until you arch your back and really start putting on a show that he speaks up.

"Like a fuckin' professional, eh? I should come to you more often. Y'know, my woman's a real bitch sometimes. Never lets me fuck her like this. Thinks she's too good to get bent over. Has so many opinions, too. But you're a good woman; quiet, tight," he leans down, draping himself over your back to speak into your ear. "Obedient."

You can't help but moan at his filthy words, despite how degrading they are. You shouldn't find your lover talking badly about you so arousing, but you cant help it.

"She gets so mad I cheat on her but I think she'd understand if she felt this cunt for herself. 'm gonna marry her and fuck her full of babies to keep her busy while I give the real good stuff to you."

"Fuck," you whimper and immediately regret it.

"You like when I talk to you like a whore? You like getting fucked hard like I don't love you?"

It's rare that Tommy says he loves you. So rare, in fact, that you often doubt if it's true.

"Yes, yes," you gasp. "I love you."

"Mm," he hums. "Save it for when I'm not paying you."

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Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader

Summary | Cillian just got the role of Kitten in Breakfast on Pluto. His wife (you) likes the idea of seeing him in a dress. He obliges...

Warnings | Smut, Pegging, Power play, Masturbation, Anal.

Uh Huh- Julia Michaels 🎶

Narc- Interpol🎵

word count: 2381k

not proof read- my bad

Minors do not interact!

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“Jesus Christ,” Cillian jumped up from his side of the bed, holding his flip-phone to his ear, “really?” He asked the person on the other end. His bright blue eyes lit up with childish energy as he listened.

She rolled over on her side to watch him. His boxer shorts rode up on his pale thighs and his white undershirt caught on the dip of his waist, showing his small, equally pale, stomach. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and propped herself up on her right elbow. He looked down on her with a wide crooked grin.

“Great, t’at’s really great. T’ank you for the call.” He spoke into the phone before snapping it shut. He tossed the phone to the foot of the bed and crawled over to where she was nestled.

“What was t’at?” she asked sleepily but smiling at his excitement.

“she just landed anot’er part, love.” He lowered himself to her level and kissed her brow quickly.

“Really? Which one?” she gasped and wiggled under his arms.

“Breakfast on Pluto.” He laid beside her and mirrored her pose.

“What’s t’at one about again?” She asked.

“It's about an Irish orphan who realizes t’at he isn’t a boy and pursues a new sexual and gender identity. She runs away from home so t’at she can find her birth mam who lives in London. She goes on all t’ese adventures to find her too. It seems really interesting, you know?” He smiled up at the ceiling.

“So you’d be the orphan?” She clarified.

“Kitten, yeah. It's an Irish film too.” He turned back to her and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.

“So you’ll dress as a girl t’en?” She smirked.

“Mmhmm. You’ll have to help me wit’ it.” Cillian released her hair and ran his fingers seductively down her chin, pulling her in closer to kiss her softly. Their lips were both chapped slightly from the cold morning, their skin catching against each other in a pleasant way.

“Oh yeah?” She teased, letting him trail his hands down to her breasts, his thumb rubbed the bud of her breast in slow circles. He kissed down her neck, pulling at the skin with his teeth.

“You’d be a pretty girl, Cillian.” she slid her fingers through his messy dark hair.

“You t’ink so?” He smiled against her neck before licking the dip above her collarbone. She sighed loudly before responding.

“Yeah.” She broke off his contact by sitting up against the headboard.

“Where are you going?” He whined childishly.

“We have some practicing to do, Kitten.” She tipped his chin up to kiss him and he accepted her lips greedily, trying to suck her in.

“Ah, ah, ah.” She put a finger against his lips and slipped out of bed. He collapsed against her pillow with a frustrated sigh.

“Now don’t look so disappointed, pet.” She stood in the doorway of their shared closet. “T'is practice should be fun, and I’ll admit, it's something t'at I’ve wanted to do for a while. T'is movie has given me t'e perfect excuse.” She backed up into the closet, watching as he raised his eyebrow, interested.

“What are you getting at, love?” He called from the bed and she could tell from the sound of his voice that he was already hard and excited.

She ignored him as she pulled off her pajamas and took one of Cillian’s suits from a hanger. Most of his suits were rented but this one, he owned, was from their wedding. She buttoned up a dress shirt and pulled on the slacks which fit around the waist but were too long. She put on the suit jacket and nearly laughed at herself in the mirror when she turned around to face the door. The suit fit her very awkwardly, being made especially for Cillian’s long and slender frame. She took one of her dresses from a hook and draped it around her arm.

“Close your eyes, darling.” She called through the door and waited as she heard him shuffle around on the bed, preparing himself for whatever she had in mind. Slowly, she opened the door to the closet and stepped out. The cool blue light of morning was slipping through the shutters connected to the wide windows in their bedroom. Cillian was lying flat on his back with his hands resting across his eyes. She went up to the edge of the bed and cleared her throat.

“Now open them.” She whispered in a dark, raspy impersonation of his own voice. He uncovered his eyes and sat up, his mouth dropped open like a child.

“What’s t’is t’en?” He managed, breathless.

She didn’t respond, climbing on top of his lap. He held her hips instinctively and looked up at her with his doll-like eyes.

“Now I know t’is isn’t exactly like t’e script but I want to see you in a dress, Cillian. I want to take you like a man.” she whispered against his lips and smiled as she felt his bulge harden beneath her crotch.

“Ok.” He nodded weakly, losing his words already.

“Now…” she whispered in his ear, “take off your clothes.” she got off his lap, holding the dress. He scrambled, trying to get his clothes off quickly. When he was naked she handed him the dress. He ran his thumb over the material and smiled.

“Kinky.” He teased in a low voice before putting the dress on excitedly. His shoulders were too broad so the dress couldn’t be zipped up all the way but he looked good nonetheless.

“You’re so hot,” she pushed him back on the bed and gripped his chin. “So beautiful.” she praised him and he whimpered pitifully beneath her. “I’m going to call you ‘Kitten,’ ok?” she asked and he nodded.

“What should I call you?” He smirked, his arms propping himself up. she hummed, thinking, and crawled back onto his lap. She could feel his erection through the thin fabric of the dress.

“Mm, you can call me ‘sir.’” Her long hair fell around them like stage curtains as she kissed him.

“Yes, sir.” He whispered in his feminine voice. She moaned at the sound and licked his lips. He scooted back towards the headboard and she followed him on her knees, still kissing him.

She wound her fingers in his dark hair and pulled his head to the side so she could kiss his neck, leaving tiny hickies down the side of his neck to his collarbones. She pushed him back against the mattress and slipped her fingers beneath the neckline of his dress. He panted wantonly as she pulled one of the straps off and licked his exposed nipple.

“You’re so good, Kitten.” she cooed, dragging her tongue back up his neck.

“Fuck…” He sighed, his hands finding her thighs and holding them. He thrusted up into her, their clothes creating friction against them.

“No, Kitten.” She pressed a hand against his chest and pushed herself up. “You don’t get to do that. I’m in charge now.” She pushed her index finger through his lips. “Suck, Kitten.” She ordered softly and watched as he obeyed, sucking deeply on her fingers as if it were a different appendage.

“Good, girl.” She praised and smiled. He wrapped his tongue around her finger, quivering from the growing need as his cock pressed against her. “You want me don’t you?” she asked him. He nodded pitifully.

“Mhmm.” He hummed around her finger and she patted his face lovingly. She removed her finger slowly from his lips and sucked on it herself, tasting the sweet slickness of his saliva.

“You’re going to make me feel so good, love.”

“Please… sir.” He tried out the word and flushed at the pleasure it gave him.

“Please what?” She removed her finger and let it drip saliva down onto his stomach, making wet spots in the fabric.

“Fuck me.” He gasped out finally and she acted immediately, shoving a hand beneath his skirt and taking his cock in her hand. He was dripping and sticky with pre-cum.

“You’re so wet for me, Kitten. Good girl.” She rubbed him up and down, twisting her palms around him and smiling when he gasped pitifully beneath her. She leaned down and licked his other nipple through the dress, circling her tongue around the small bud. He gasped softly against her hair, his hands still tight around her thighs.

“Oh, God- fuck.” He gasped and whined as she fisted him faster. She could tell he was close to finishing by the desperate mews he made against her. She removed her hand abruptly and he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.

“Turn over, Kitten.” She ordered.

“What?” Cillian groaned, his pupils shot with pleasure.

“Turn over onto your stomach, love.” She said again, not unkindly. He shivered beneath her and rolled over as she stood up on her knees to give him room. When he was settled she reached over into her bedside table and retrieved a large toy. Cillian’s eyes widened.

“Fuck.” He groaned beneath her.

“Is this ok?” She asked and he nodded frantically.

“Yeah, yeah, yes. Do it.” He wiggled and she laughed.

“Lie there for a second. Be a good girl for me.” She whispered in his ear. She removed her suit jacket and unbuttoned some of the dress shirt, still covering her breasts. She kicked off the baggy trousers and attached the strap-on around her waist. She reached down below her legs and lathered the dildo with her own wetness and rested the toy against Cillian’s thigh. She reached over again and took out a bottle of lube, slicking the toy with the substance. She tossed the lube to the side and pulled up his skirt, showing his pale ass.

“I’m going to fuck you, love.” She told him and spread his cheeks, showing his tight asshole and sliding some lube across the space.

“Yes, please.” He whined.

She rested the tip of the toy against him and pushed in slightly. He groaned and gripped the sheets at the top of the bed.

“Good girl.” She soothed, pushing in a little farther. He gasped when she put the toy halfway in, her hands firmly planted on either side of his hips. “You’re tight, love, but you can take it, can’t you?” she pouted, taunting him as he shivered below her.

“Yes, sir.” He arched his back, pushing his ass against the toy desperately.

“I’m gonna go all t’e way in.” she warned him and gripped his hips tightly. When he nodded, she thrusted in all the way, eliciting a loud gasp followed by a moan from Cillian’s muffled mouth. she pulled out slightly and pushed in again with more force. As he stretched around her, she moved in and out with more ease, slamming her hips against him. He panted and gasped, his hands gripping the headboard and his arm muscles tensed.

“Fucking hell.” He moaned and she sped up, grabbing the base of his neck as she rode him.

“Are you going to cum for me, Kitten?” she asked loudly over the moans.

“Yes… fuck… yeah I will.” He gave up his character voice and moaned.

“T'at’s right.” She watched as the toy went in and out, the hole sucking the toy in as soon as it left. She pounded his G-spot and he gasped breathlessly.

“I’m cumming!” He gasped.

“Good girl.” She hummed and thrusted him one last time. She removed the toy slowly, trying to cause the least pain as it left him sore and stretched out. “You were so good for me, love.” she kissed up his back, licking the beads of sweat off of his skin.

“T’at was amazing.” He whispered softly as she turned him over to face her again. As he did, she chuckled, seeing his cock lying flat against his stomach, cum splattered across his smooth chest. she licked his chest, cleaned him off, and kissed him. He gripped her face, kissing her deeply and sat up. “Fucking hell. Why haven’t we done t’at before?” He asked between kisses.

“I didn’t t’ink you’d want to.” She laughed as he kissed down her collar needily. His hand unstrapped the dildo and tossed it to the side. His rough hands found her crotch and grabbed it. She gasped into his mouth.

“You looked so fucking hot in my suit.” He murmured darkly and she nodded, switching into submissive. He ran his fingers against her labia and smiled.

“T’at must’ve been torture, love.” He cooed against her, rubbing harder as she gasped. “Look at how wet you are.” He raised an eyebrow. she couldn’t respond, her mouth held open in a silent moan.

“Mmm. Now it’s my turn to have my way wi’h you.” He smiled and pushed his thumb harshly against her clit. she choked back a gasp.

“Fuck!” she managed as he rubbed her hard.

“It's gonna be so easy for you to cum now, won’t it?” He whispered against her neck, the collar of his dress shirt separating his lips from her skin.

“Yeah…” she nodded weakly.

“Fuck yourself against her fingers, love.” He whispered, smiling at me. He pushed two of his large fingers inside her and she rode them, shaking her hips against his hand and moaning loudly. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and smiled as he watched her. she wrapped her arms around his neck and gasped against his ear, her hot breath scalding his temple. The orgasm hit hard and fast and her cunt spasmed around his fingers, spilling cum around his hand. she fell against her and he cradled her, rocking them back and forth.

He wrapped his arms around her and spun them around so that she was on the bed below him. her face was flushed and she stared dumbly up at him.

“We can do t'is anytime you like, love. But…” He trailed a finger down her temple, “as much as I enjoyed myself, at t'e end of t'e day it’s your cunt t'at I want to fuck, not t'e other way around.” He purred.

“Do you t'ink you’re ready for the role?” she teased breathlessly and he smiled.

“Not even close. I’ll need more practice, darling.”

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