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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 1 month

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AND THE OSCAR GOES TO …

Pairing - Cillian Murphy x fem!reader

Warnings - No warning, the disgust!!! Fluff with a side of angst, I’m shocked… cheesy as

Word count - 2.4+

The day had been exhausting. Cillian, who expresses the importance of sleep, was unable to keep his eyes shut last night in the luxurious king size bed. Usually the award shows were just a part of the job, never taken as seriously as working on the project. But this was different, he had never experienced the honor of such recognition by the industry he adored. Everyone was hyping him up and secretly it terrified him even though he acted unphased.

Humble, was the word you’d use to describe Cillian. The most modest man in Hollywood, never believing that his work is exemplary. Always reflecting on what else he could have done to be better. It was a guilty desire, to want to win it. He had already won all of the other major awards, but what if he managed to fall short to this?

Likewise to him, you remained awake. Merely embracing him as you two laid in silence. You kept him at bay, he wondered what he did to deserve you. Feared the embarrassment of what you’d think of him if he didn’t win this last one.

He threw up in the morning. It was all getting to his head. These were the parts he hated most about this job. The expectation on his back now. All eyes were going to be on him tonight. Not to mention the reporters. At all of the award shows they tended to ask insensitive questions about your relationship.

Your relationship with Cillian was certainly controversial. Age gaps always were. Neither of you ever intended to fall in love, but denying that spark of attraction felt like a major crime.

At first, you both tried to make yourselves believe it to just be casual. To merely get those urges out of your system. Neither one of you intended on making the encounter romantic or innermost with each other. However, by the third date, it came to light in your senses that this was real.

The dating stage was a rollercoaster of emotions. Filled to the rim with doubts of if you both would be able to make it work. Yeah, you’ve dated some real questionable guys. But a 20 year age difference was never a bridge you expected to cross. Despite the hesitance of this intangible factor, you two just couldn’t view a future without one another anymore.

Slowly, you both tackled your insecurities of becoming public to your loved ones. The hardest were your parents, even though there was still a bit of an age gap, Cillian was closer to their age than yours and it was a judgment they couldn’t avoid. It took some time, but as they watched your eyes blossom at the sight of him they knew it was real.

The public would never know how you brought Cillian out of his despair. A man of privacy he was, hardly anyone knew how toxic his first marriage was. How bad his mind had become after years of trying over something that was long dead cold. With how he had given up hope on ever feeling loved by another again. Most days he felt like a man trying to find a pin in a haystack.

Dating Cillian taught you the value of privacy and wellbeing. Behind the closed doors, your relationship was paradise. You had never experienced a relationship that wasn’t followed by the media. It was all that you had ever known. But this, being able to focus on him and not on how the world perceived your relationship had changed your whole perspective.

When the news broke that not only were you dating Cillian Murphy, but pregnant, the backlash was astounding. However, you both had the approval and support from your inner circles and that was all that mattered. You had a shotgun wedding in Ireland with a small number of attendees. It was the greatest day of your life until you gave birth to your daughter, Aisling.

He looked so charming as you watched him dress in the hotel room. He was laughing nervously a lot, trying to talk about things other than the ceremony.

You didn’t blame his distress. Years ago you were in the same affair. It was your hardest role and greatest accomplishment. Portraying a woman at her lowest point in a society that she felt she didn’t belong. By the end of production, a part of you felt like you were her. When you were nominated for Best Actress, you were filled with gratitude and honor. But also couldn’t help but to think at the back of your head if you really deserved this. A part of you didn’t feel worthy to be running with your fellow nominees. The anxiety rose inside of you everytime someone asked what would you do if you won?

But, when the presenter announced your name, the wave of acceptance consumed you deep into the ocean. Everything you had ever done had led to that moment. There was no need for you to secretly bring yourself down. You have pushed your mind, body and soul for this project. The gratitude had overwhelmed you as you accepted this recognition.

Watching him on the red carpet, you could see right through him. The illusion of confidence mixed with the gratitude of accolades. He wanted the night to be done with, there was nothing more that he wanted to do besides be at home with you and Aisling. It was the first time Cillian had attended the grand event and you observed him look around in awe in the ceremony room. The whole time you had held onto his hand tightly as the big four without hurry finally rolled over.

“And the Oscar goes to…” Brendan Fraser paused as he opened the envelope.

Time froze over, your iron grip on Cillian’s hand as you stared immensely. There was this clock ticking in your head. Your emotions were masked as Cillian had a stern expression. You could sense how anxious he was with being in the running for the greatest honor.

Despite the distance, you ever so clearly saw the look that lit in Brendan’s eyes and knew immediately. His gaze looked up to Cillian as he announced his name to the world. A radiant smile grew on Cillian’s lips as the audience started cheering for him.

He acknowledged you promptly, his blue eyes soft as he leant in to kiss you. After a small exhale of relief, you wrapped your arms around his body and kissed him passionately. His forehead pressed against yours for a few seconds, but it felt like hours. The noise drained out and you both forgot where you were. It was just the two of you. When Cillian opened his eyes again, his gaze was met with your undying smile of bliss.

The track for Oppenheimer was playing as Cillian slowly let you go and embraced his fellow cast members You were clapping your hands together uncontrollably, your eyes welled with tears of joy as you watched Cillian make the short journey to the stage.

Emily embraced you, you exhaled heavily against her as you were still feeling the overwhelming sensation against your skin. It was all too much to take in, you could see his photo up on all of the screens, the cheers were running down to your ear drums. It felt like deja vu from years ago when you were in the exact same spot.

He shook all of the presenters' hands. Sharing a few words with each of them individually. The audience were still on their feet as Cillian looked down to the golden prize in his hold, his mouth dry as he struggled to think of what to say.

The crowd was standing in awe for him. Cillian laughed nervously, his expression overwhelmed and shocked at what was occurring. He has never even dreamt of this moment, never believing he’d be able to make it. His hand trailed over jaw as his eyes took in everything. He waited for the audience to silence themselves but realized that they wouldn’t be doing it on their own any time soon.

“Um, I’m a little overwhelmed. Thank you to the Academy” Cillian started, his eyes roaming over the room. The crowd came to silence. “Um, Chris Nolan and Emma Thomas, it's been the wildest, most exhilarating, most creatively satisfying journey you’ve taken me on over the last 20 years. I owe you more than I can say. Thank you so much” Cillian expressed his gratitude to them. His mentors, the people that trusted him dearly with many of their successes.

There was such little time. Shockingly, Cillian hadn’t prepared himself for this moment, despite everyone telling him that even though the competition was scintillating, the Oscar already had his name written on it. Of course he had summed up a few words to say, people to recognise. But the shock had drowned his thoughts.

“Every single crew member, every single cast member on Oppenheimer. You guys carried me through. All of my fellow nominees, I remain in awe of you guys, truly” Cillian acknowledged, his eyes darting around the room to look for his fellow nominees.

He truly was in admiration of them. The pair of you had watched all of the nominated films and Cillian couldn’t help to be even in applause of them, but also intimidated by them as award season had rolled over.

“I wanna thank my incredible team. Ah, big shout out to Craig Bankie!” Cillian grinned. “Brendan Murphy- Brendan Murphy, Mary Murphy. Who are currently taking care of my baby girl back in Ireland. Aisling, my darling, daddy loves you so much” He smiled purely into the camera.

There was a pause as he blinked heavily. His gaze found its way back to you so lovingly. CIllian stared at you in awe. Even though you were at a distance from each other, he could see you so perfectly. His perfect woman, wife, lover.

“Oh” he breathed out, tilting his head up the slightest bit. “And there’s a woman” he professed as he closed his eyes dramatically, taking in all of the emotions he was feeling.

Some of the crowd couldn’t resist screaming out in excitement. Your hand pressed against your mouth as you slowly shook your head in disbelief.

“Yeah” he said to himself as he nodded his head, eyes still shut. “A woman. Who I love” Cillian vowed, his eyes finding you once more. Cillian breathed out your name as he watched you enchantedly. “You’re the love of my life, and I owe everything to you. You’ve kept me sane throughout this whole process. I wouldn’t be up here without you. This award, it’s for us. I love you” Cillian commended, giving you an angelic smile.

The crowd roared in exhilaration. The camera focused on you and your teary eyes as you were shaking your head in disbelief and happy embarrassment.

“I’m a very proud Irish man standing here tonight. So…” Cillian smiled as he raised his award into the air. The crowd cheered as he could feel the privilege of honoring his nationality. “You know, we made a film. We made a film about the man who created the atomic bomb. And for better or for worse, we’re all living in Oppenheimer’s world. So I would really like to dedicate this to the peacemakers everywhere” Cillian finished with a satisfied nod. “Go raibh mile maith agaibh!” He raised the award one final time as he spoke his native language and took a step back from the microphone.

The music began as Cillian winked to you. Everyone stood up again as they all applauded him, many eyes were on you as well. He engaged with the past winners as they all walked off stage. People congratulated you for landing such a romantic man and you couldn’t argue with them if you wanted you.

You kissed him passionately in the elevator, the buzz of the champagne you shared in the ride over giving the pair of you slightly too much confidence. Cillian was chuckling slowly as you both looked at the award in his hand. The doors dung open and you were cheered by the guests in the venue of the afterparty.

A snort left Cillian as he noticed a tap of Guinness at the bar. Neither of you could refuse a pint of it. The night rolled on with many congratulations, drinks, photographs, hand shakes, embraces and conversations on what an achievement this had been. No one would be able to guess how exhausted Cillian truly was. But the adrenaline was still pumping through his blood stream and it wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

As the music blasted and the dance floor filled with highly tipsy people, Cillian confidently pulled you onto it. His arms wrapped around your body as he swayed you to the music. The two of you smiled gleefully, intoxicated with the moment and built up emotion over these past few months. Even though the lighting was dark, you could see the crooked smile on his lips.

“Let’s have another” he proposed into your ear. You hummed and looked up to him. A heavy laugh left your mouth as you turned your foot to the bar but he stopped you. “No, no” he laughed. “Another baby” he clarified.

“You only ever wanted one” you brought up. It was unsure if he was being serious, or merely caught up in the moment.

“I’ve been wrong” he admitted, swaying you perfectly to the beat of the music. You hummed confidently, a sparkle in your eyes, the thought of a baby boy with his eyes coming to mind. “You’ve brought me out of my hardest moments. I know I tell you this all the time but woman, you mean everything to me. Your support, advice, guidance and love is all I’ll ever need to live a fulfilled life. You’ve taught me so much which has benefitted not only my career but happiness and spirit in life. I love you more than I’ll ever be able to say or show you” Cillian confessed.

Innocent embarrassment made you shake your head towards him. He just had a way with words that made your heart swoon over him, even when he was drunk. A long, gentle kiss connected you together once more. This was life, the happiness you both could share together. Not the expensive outfits, fancy cars or grand events. It was the emotions and feelings intertwined as one between two bodies.

Cillian had made history tonight, but you were forever to be his grand prize in life.

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queenshelby · 3 months

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Our Little Secret (Part 22)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity

Monday came around quickly and, at around 6 o'clock, just after you had gotten home from university, Cillian arrived at your doorstep, ready to tackle the cot assembly head-on.

After greeting him with a warm hug, you led him upstairs to Baby Mara's nursery, your heart pounding with anxiety. You wanted to create the perfect space for your little girl, but you were afraid that your efforts would fall short.

"Have you done anything with this yet?" Cillian queried, glancing around the room. He appeared hesitant, his gaze darting nervously towards the mountain of the opened up flat-packed boxes piled high on the floor.

"I haven't touched any of these. I promise," you chuckled, your cheeks reddening slightly as you handed him the instruction manual.

"Fuck, these things are confusing, aren't they?" Cillian muttered under his breath, his brow furrowing in concentration as he scrutinized the instruction manual and placed some of the boards on to the floor as indicated.

"What? Are you saying that you can't figure out a simple set of instructions?" you teased, a spark of amusement dancing in your eyes while you watched Cillian trying hard to assemble the bottom part of the cot.

"Hey, I'm trying here," Cillian protested, his eyes flashing defensively. "This stuff is more complicated than it seems," he argued, squinting at the diagrams intently.

"How many fucking panels are there supposed to be anyway?" he cursed, his frustration escalating.

"I don't know, but let's start building," you proposed eagerly, eager to bring your vision to life. "Are you sure you can handle this?" you joked, your laughter filling the room.

"Of course, I've got this," Cillian asserted confidently, his gaze sweeping over the myriad of components scattered across the floor. "I've assembled far more complex things before," he boasted, his voice thick with bravado.

"Now where is that silver L-shaped thing?" Cillian groaned, running his hands through his hair impatiently. "I swear, this is like finding a needle in a haystack!" he grumbled, tossing aside a handful of bolts and screws in frustration.

Your eyes widened as you watched him throw pieces haphazardly onto the floor, a nervous laugh escaping your lips.

"You mean the Allen key?" you questioned, arching an eyebrow at Cillian in feigned confusion.

"Yeah, the screwdriver thing they include in those packs, Cillian clarified, scanning the pile of parts on the floor in search of the elusive tool.

"It's called an Allen key" you laughed, watching him scramble through the mess before, finally, finding what he was looking for.

"Right," Cillian echoed, attempting to regain composure. He turned his attention back to the instructions, scrutinizing the diagram carefully. "I believe we need to attach Panel B to Panel G," he suggested, pointing at the paper.

"Or maybe it's the other way around?" he murmured, squinting at the illustration doubtfully.

"Oh, dear," you stifled a giggle, noticing the perplexed expression on Cillian's face. "This is harder than it looks, right?" you teased, nudging him playfully.

"You're absolutely right," Cillian grunted, struggling to fit the panels together. "These damn pieces just don't seem to want to cooperate," he grumbled, his frustration mounting.

The atmosphere in the room crackled with palpable tension, and you found yourself biting your lip to suppress a laugh.

"Here, let me help," you offered, moving closer to Cillian. Your skin brushed against his, igniting a spark of desire that both of you desperately tried to ignore.

"You should probably rest Y/N," Cillian breathed, his gaze locked on your perfectly round baby belly.

"I am fine. I am pregnant, not sick," you chuckled, guiding Cillian's hands to the correct panel.

"Alright, but just take it easy. I will do the lifting, okay?" he replied, focusing intently on the task at hand.

"Sure," you acquiesced, offering a lopsided grin. You leaned back against the wall, observing Cillian's focused expression as he meticulously fitted the parts together. The scent of sawdust and wood varnish wafted through the air, mingling with the lingering remnants of your floral perfume.

Suddenly, Cillian halted mid-assembly, his gaze fixated on a loose bolt that stubbornly resisted his attempts to secure it.

"You know what?" he said aloud, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed the errant bolt tighter. "This cot," he muttered under his breath, "is a complete pain in the ass."

You suppressed a giggle, your eyes sparkling with amusement as you inspected the incomplete structure before you. Despite the seemingly endless complications, something about the chaotic mess of wooden planks and metal bolts stirred feelings within you that you couldn't quite comprehend. A feeling of warmth spread through your chest at the sight of Cillian's frustration, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to the connection that formed between the two of you as you tackled the assembly together.

You soon gathered him a glass of wine while getting a soda for yourself, hoping that it would help him relax, and he gladly accepted it, sipping it as he sat down to continue working on the cot.

You admired his determination, even as the clock ticked onward, and as he labored tirelessly on the project, you began to sense the strain on his face.

"Would you like to take a break and have something to eat?" you asked him, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure he was under. "I will heat up some pasta,” you added, a hint of excitement creeping into your voice.

"That sounds lovely," Cillian replied, placing the partially completed frame of the bed on the ground and setting his tools aside. "I'm starving," he admitted, stretching his aching muscles.

"Come on, let's go downstairs," you urged, leading him down the staircase just as a lightening bolt struck outside, startling you and causing you to almost trip down the stairs.

"Shit, careful Y/N" Cillian said, instinctively wrapping his arms around you protectively. His embrace felt strong and safe, like a protective shield enveloping you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he examined your face closely.

"Yes, I am fine," you reassured him, your pulse racing at the speed of a thousand horses. "It just surprised me. That's all," you lied, smiling faintly.

"You are still scared of thunder and lightning, aren't you?" Cillian asked, knowing that this was one of the few phobias you had after having spent some time in a hurricane affected area in the US.

"A little, maybe," you admitted, smiling sheepishly. "It's silly, really," you added, peeking up at him through your lashes just as you heard another loud rumbling.

"Fuck," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

"Can we just sit here for a moment?" you pleaded, clutching his arm tightly.

"Of course," Cillian assured you, his voice thick with concern. With gentle care, he guided you to the couch, ensuring that you were comfortable. "Do you want some water?" he offered, checking in on you.

"Maybe later," you murmured, your gaze fixed on the storm raging outside. Thunderclaps rattled the windows, causing you to shudder involuntarily.

Cillian noticed your fear and hesitated to release you from his embrace, knowing that it was futile to argue with you right now, and just as there was some more lightening, the Livingroom turned black.

"What happened?" you gasped, gripping Cillian's shirt tightly.

"I would say that the power is gone" Cillian explained before looking out of the window and realizing that the surrounding houses had no power either.

"Oh, fucking perfect," you muttered, your voice laced with annoyance as the storm continued to rage outside.

"It's alright Y/N," Cillian said reassuringly while reaching for his phone and turning on the flashlight. "Do you have some candles and matches? Or a torch perhaps?" he asked, his voice softening as he attempted to ease your panic. He moved toward the fireplace, illuminating the dark space with his cell phone as he searched for any signs of a lighter.

"Top right, next to the wood stand," you instructed, your voice barely audible as you stared out into the stormy night.

"Got it," Cillian confirmed, locating the box containing matches, striking one to life before lighting several candles.

As the room gradually filled with warm, flickering light, you sighed deeply, your heartbeat gradually slowing down.

"You know, every time there's a storm, I expect someone to show up out of nowhere and save me," you mused, smiling wistfully.

"Save you from what?" Cillian asked, raising an eyebrow as he joined you on the couch.

The scent of burning wax filled the air, and the shadows danced around the candlelit room, creating an intimate atmosphere.

"From the storm," you clarified, glancing out the window as the storm raged on. Lightning flashes illuminated the room intermittently, casting stark shadows on the walls. The wind howled, causing the trees outside to sway wildly.

"Well, I don't think that you actually need saving but, if there is a storm again, call me and I will come over, alright?" Cillian said, his words reflecting the genuine affection he held for you.

"Alright, deal," you agreed, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. The room filled with a comforting silence, except for the occasional crackle of the dying fire.

As the storm raged on outside, you and Cillian settled deeper into your embrace, savoring the peaceful moments shared in the dim candlelight.

"Should I make us some sandwiches?" Cillian spoke up, breaking the silence. "It's better than cold pasta, I guess?" Cillian chuckled while waiting for your answer.

"Yes, please," you nodded, your stomach protesting at the mere mention of food. The thought of a hot sandwich sounded heavenly right now, and you couldn't wait to dig in.

"I'll just grab some plates," Cillian smiled, rising from the couch to retrieve two plates from the kitchen cabinet. He returned shortly thereafter, handing you a plate stacked high with freshly prepared sandwiches.

"Thanks," you murmured gratefully, biting into the cheese and crispy bread while Cillian checked his phone, seeing how long this storm was going to last and when power was meant to be restored.

"The power is not meant to come back on until the morning, apparently," Cillian announced, his brows furrowed with concern.

"What?" you gasped, staring wide-eyed at the darkened living room.

"Relax, Y/N," Cillian soothed, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "Everything is going to be fine," he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours.

You nibbled distractedly on your sandwich, your thoughts spiralling into worry. You hated being trapped in the dark, especially during a storm. However, Cillian's comforting presence calmed your nerves somewhat, allowing you to breathe easier.

"Do you, uhm," you began to say, pausing to gather your thoughts. "Think you could stay here tonight?" you ventured cautiously, your voice wavering slightly.

"I know it's a lot to ask, considering our circumstances, but I honestly feel safer with you here," you confessed, your gaze darting nervously between Cillian and the storm outside.

Cillian paused, his mouth full of sandwich, and swallowed deliberately before responding. "Amanda is meant to be coming over to my house at nine, but yeah, I mean, sure," Cillian stammered, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks.

He looked down at your hand, still nestled in his, before meeting your gaze again. "I will stay here," he confirmed, his voice softer than before. "But we probably shouldn't stay in the same bed, so I will have the couch, okay?" Cillian said, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He rose from the couch, carrying his plate to the table before returning to you with a determined look in his eyes.

"Thank you," you responded, a flicker of relief washing over you. The idea of spending the night alone in the dark, amidst the chaos of the storm, seemed unbearable. Having Cillian there, even if he slept on the couch, provided a sense of comfort and safety that you sorely needed.

As you finished your dinner, the storm intensified, the wind howling relentlessly, battering the windows. Your fears swirled, like the tumultuous clouds outside, threatening to engulf you but Cillian did his best to keep your mind preoccupied and suggested playing a game of cards.

He retrieved a deck from somewhere in the house and the two of you huddled on the couch, using the scant light from the candles to guide your hands. The soft whispers of shuffling cards echoed in the otherwise silent room, punctuated by fits of giggles between hands.

You played several games until around ten o'clock that night, by which point Cillian had ignored more than five calls from Amanda after cancelling their date and, just as the storm calmed down a bit, you decided to call it a night.

After getting changed into your PJs and saying goodnight to Cillian who, by that point, had gotten himself comfortable on the lounge, you crawled into bed, feeling exhausted and afraid.

You were laying there awake, listening to the rhythmic patter of rain hitting the garden below. Each clap of thunder caused your body to tense, and the sporadic flashes of lightning served as reminders of the danger lurking beyond the windows.

It was as though nature itself conspired with your inner turmoil, amplifying the torrent of emotions coursing through your veins and, just as another bolt of lightening struck nearby, you jumped out of bed.

The sudden jolt of adrenaline propelled you to seek solace in Cillian's company, and you hurriedly grabbed your robe before fleeing the confines of your bedroom. Your bare feet padded softly against the cold hardwood floors, and the scent of damp earth filled the air.

You knew that it was a reckless decision, and the consequences could prove disastrous if Amanda found out, but it was almost like you couldn't help yourself.

"Cillian," you called out softly, your voice echoing eerily in the dimly lit living room. "I really can't get to sleep," you confessed, your voice trembling slightly. "Could you just lie down with me for a little while?" you requested, swallowing nervously.

Silence enveloped the room, and you feared that Cillian might refuse your request, or worse, question your motives. Your heart pounded in your chest, and beads of sweat trickled down your temples. You waited for what seemed like an eternity, your breathing shallow and rapid.

"I suppose why not," Cillian finally replied, his voice muffled by the distance between you. "I mean, it's not that we haven't shared a bed before," he added, his tone shifting uncomfortably. "So, I guess it wouldn't hurt to just keep you company for a while," he agreed cautiously, his reluctance noticeable.

You heaved a sigh of relief, your body relaxing visibly as you allowed yourself to lean against the couch. "Thank you," you whispered, your gaze locking onto Cillian's tired eyes.

With trepidation, you followed him back to your bedroom, navigating the darkness cautiously.

Once inside, Cillian closed the door behind you, shutting out the storm's chaos, before climbing into bed, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs.

You followed suit, slipping your robe off, leaving you in a singlet and shorts, and crawling beneath the covers, careful not to touch Cillian too closely for fear of provoking unwanted desires.

For a few minutes, nothing was spoken between you, the only sound being the distant thunder and the rhythmic patter of rain against the window pane.

"I am sorry. I feel like an idiot," you then eventually said, breaking the silence between you.

"Don't be silly," Cillian whispered soothingly while turning towards you. "Everyone has fears, even big boys like me," he joked, a ghost of a smile tracing across his lips.

"Big boys like you huh?" you giggled before asking what his fears were, the answer to which surprised you.

"Being alone," Cillian admitted, his voice barely audible. "When I was younger, I had this uncle who really never settled down with anyone. He was on his own when he passed away of old age and I figured that, never being able to experience love in such a deep and meaningful way must suck," Cillian confessed, a trace of sadness clouding his features.

"And I don't want to end up like that, Y/N," he revealed, his voice heavy with emotion. "I don't like being alone," he admitted.

"Do you think Amanda is the one for you? The one to grow old with?" you questioned, your voice softening. "Do you think she is the one for you?" you repeated, a hint of curiosity dancing in your eyes.

Cillian hesitated and ran his fingers through his short hair, a troubled expression clouding his features. "To be honest, I don't," he confessed, his voice cracking slightly. "I mean, I like her, but I am also not completely satisfied with our relationship," he admitted, his gaze flitting apprehensively between you and the window.

"Well, only you can figure out what you want but, if it is not her, then why waste your time?" you asked before, suddenly, gasping for air as Baby Mara gave you a kick.

"What's wrong?" Cillian asked, sitting upright abruptly.

"Oh, nothing," you waved dismissively, trying to hide the fact that your baby girl had kicked you. It was amazing, yet terrifying, to witness the physical manifestation of your child growing inside your womb.

"It's just that I think our daughter might become a kickboxing champion," you chuckled, rubbing your swollen belly tenderly beneath the blanket.

"Is she still moving around?" Cillian asked, his gaze drifting towards your covered abdomen as he laid back down beside you. Your laughter bubbled forth, and you felt the familiar sensation of a small foot kicking against your palm.

"Yeah," you marveled, gently stroking your protruding belly. "And it feels really weird" you added, smiling appreciatively. "Would you like to feel her kick?" you asked Cillian, extending your hand underneath the blanket, inviting him to join you in the intimate experience.

His eyes widened slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before reaching for your hand. His fingers intertwined with yours, and he placed his palm beneath your singlet, right against your tummy, pressing lightly.

"Can you feel her?" you asked tentatively as his fingers grazed your belly lightly, a puzzled expression clouding his features in the dark.

"No, I don't think -" he started to reply, his brow furrowing in concentration. "Wait," he suddenly interjected. "Yes, she definitely just kicked," he affirmed, his voice brimming with wonder.

His fingertips lingered on your stomach, tracing gentle patterns as he adjusted to the unexpected sensation and, soon, you rolled on to your side, facing away from him and thereby giving his hand better access to your round baby belly.

"She will kick me all night, you watch," you laughed softly, squirming against the soft cotton sheets. The smell of damp earth still clung to the air, a tangible reminder of the tempest raging outside.

"She is going to be a force of nature, I just know it," Cillian hummed, his fingers brushing against your sensitive skin, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Probably, but, right now, I think she is simply excited," you speculated, the corners of your mouth curling upwards in a soft smile. "I think she enjoys your touch," you noted, observing Cillian's reaction carefully while he traced gentle circles on your tummy, his fingers dancing along your skin.

"It's surreal, isn't it?" Cillian commented, his voice hushed. "Feeling a tiny human moving around inside you," he added, his finger continuing to caress your abdomen. "I can't believe we actually made this miracle," he murmured, shaking his head.

"Well, neither can I," you laughed softly, snuggling back, closer against his chest and, much to your surprise, Cillian's hand remained firmly on your stomach, the pads of his fingers pressing lightly against your skin while he traced slow, deliberate circles.

His attention was solely focused on the movements beneath your skin and, occasionally, he would pause to examine your reactions, seeking confirmation that the sensations he experienced were indeed real while you lay there, nestled against him, feeling his warmth seeping into your body while the storm raged on outside.

"Cillian," you murmured softly after a while, your voice barely audible. "I think I am falling asleep," you confessed, your eyelids fluttering as you fought to remain awake.

"It's okay," Cillian whispered reassuringly, his grip tightening on your hand. "Just rest. You both need it,” he affirmed, his voice soft and tender. " I will be right here," he promised, his breath warming your neck as he inhaled the floral scent of your hair, reminding him of the many nights you had shared in the past.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft and tender.

"Goodnight, Cillian," you murmured, your eyelids fluttering shut as sleep claimed you but, unfortunately for you, you were woken up at around 3 o'clock in the morning by a sharp pain in your stomach.

You groaned, rolling onto your side and clutching your abdomen as the discomfort radiated outward.

"Cillian," you cried out softly, your voice trembling slightly. "Something is wrong," you whimpered, your breathing becoming increasingly laboured.

"My stomach," you groaned, clutching your abdomen tightly as the pain subsided. "I feel like I am having a contraction," you whimpered, the realization sinking in.

Cillian shot up immediately, throwing the blankets aside and rushing to the other side of the bed.

"It's a contraction," you confirmed, your voice quivering with fear. "But it is too early for that," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Y/N, we need to get you to the hospital," Cillian declared, his voice firm despite the obvious concern etched across his face.

"Where are your car keys?" Cillian asked, his voice strained under the weight of the situation while he helped you stand up and guided you down the stairs.

To be continued...

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starkwlkr · 8 months

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It's ok if the request got deleted no need to say sorry,

Can u pls make a fic about papa nolan finding out about cillian and physicist!reader's relationship,

Like would he be angry or accepting, i was wondering

And then if u r comfortable with it then a time jump to the wedding or pregnancies

I would really like to know his reactions!!

This is really just a follow up to another anon request (which u made a fic on) and had this idea

Anyway so sorry for the long request

Have an awesome day ahead!!!!

nolan!reader x cillian murphy headcanons

I’m going to make these headcanons if that’s ok 🫶🏼🫶🏼 and i think i got carried away but who cares 😌

Ok so obviously y/n and cillian met in the early 2000s (you can make up how they met)

papa nolan knows that y/n is talking to a boy but he doesn’t know it’s mr. ‘my eyes aren’t even that blue’ so when y/n tells papa nolan that her bf is coming over for dinner, he’s preparing to meet so douche bag who says his favorite movie is pulp fiction or fight club (nothing wrong with that, but the film bros make me want to gauge my eyes out)

anyways, cillian shows up and ofc they get along great <3

after cillian and y/n are now OFFICIAL official obviously the press asks about what papa nolan thinks and if they get along

y/n and cillian are just the it couple of the 2000s like they’re on the cover of every magazine with those cheesy headlines ‘she’s got the beauty AND the brains’

literally any interview cillian or papa nolan do, they ramble about y/n and how proud they are of her

and you know how it goes, first comes love then comes marriage then comes y/n with a baby carriage🤍💍🍼 butttttt our fav nepo baby and Irish man don’t do it in that order bc my girl y/n got pregnant with their first baby in 2003 and she’s named alexandria

papa nolan is so excited about the birth of baby alex and he always offers to babysit whenever even if he’s busy

baby alex and papa nolan are my favorite duo 🫶🏼

eventually cillian and papa nolan work together on batman begins and you bet that baby alex is always on set

papa nolan at first did not want to bring her because he thought alex would be scared but she loved being on set and meeting everyone

her and christian bale become besties by the end of filming 🤞🏼

baby alex got to say the last “cut!” and everyone laughed because of how cute she sounded

bonus: cillian tried to get her to put the scarecrow mask on but she thought it was yucky (her exact words)

y/n and cillian don’t have kids until like 2014 because they were busy with work obviously like cillian getting movie roles and y/n being at work 24/7 and getting a literal nobel peace prize but eventually she does get pregnant and BAM it’s twins

it’s 2014 and they’re still not married (it happens ya know just ask academy award winner michelle yeoh)

but y/n gets pregnant and she wants to wait until the twins’ birth and then get married

but anyways the murphy twins arrive and papa nolan just cries happy tears because he now has more grandchildren to love and spoil whenever he wants to (they’re named scarlett and wyatt and papa nolan gives them nicknames idk what they would be but go wild with your imagination besties 🫶🏼)

papa nolan just wants to see his daughter get married and see her happy with her new family 🫶🏼

the day of the wedding comes and baby alex is the flower girl and steals the show

it’s a private wedding BUT that doesn’t stop it from being the most famous wedding of 2014

ofc christian bale is there like who doesn’t want batman at their wedding?? tom hardy, best man um yes?! peaky blinders cast, jake gyllenhaal (swifties, don’t hate me, I love jake and he’s one of my favorite actors)

jessica chastain and anne hathaway ofc they’re invited

u know if heath ledger was still alive he would def be invited 🫶🏼

I’m picturing the kids having career day at their schools and each kid takes an adult like papa nolan goes to alex’s school, wyatt takes y/n and cillian goes with scarlett and every adult is just like “fuck, how am i supposed to go on after them?!”

papa nolan goes all out with his presentation for career day like he even called hans zimmer and christian bale to impress the kids (obviously hans zimmer would impress the teachers, not the kids but some kids recognize the music from batman movies so let’s just go with it)

twitter loves the murphy-nolan fam 🫶🏼

no bc i just imagine the edits to beautiful boy with dad!cillian and I’m bawling

ok ok flashforward to 2023 and oppenheimer is coming out and twitter gets more content on the murphy-nolan fam

y/n finally does an interview bc she worked with the cast and taught them about ✨science✨

Y/N AND CILLIAN AT THE OPPENHEIMER PREMIERE AND THEN PAPA NOLAN PHOTOBOMBING THEIR PICS

overall the murphy-nolan fam has my heart and surprise! the murphy kids watched barbie because the twins are not even old enough to watch oppenheimer and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want to watch their dad have fake s e x with another woman (FLORENCE PUGH ILY)

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pinguwrites · 6 months

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Hey idk if your requests are still open, if not then please disregard this, but can I request a dark fic where older dilf cillian is tied to a chair and the reader uses his dick (noncon) to “milk him of his babies” to get themselves pregnant, and he is like nono please don’t get pregnant but he can’t do anything about it? Thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😫😫😫😮‍💨

i creamed my pants reading this

Drabble: You milk Cillian of his babies

Pairing -> sub!cillian murphy x dark!reader

Warnings: NON-CON, DARK!, sub!cillian, breeding kink, dark!reader, age-gap (cillian's early fourties, reader's early twenties), next door neighbor!cillian, drugging, implied they met when reader was underage, use of little girl and good boy, slapping, hair pulling, biting

Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Cillian Murphy didn't think that you were capable of this—his sweet next door neighbor, that innocent little girl who used to cling to him like a shadow, the one that asked for help with homework, the one that had now drugged and tied him to a chair, hands and legs bound, as you rode him to no end.

"You're getting older," you mused as Cillian cried. "Gotta do it now."

The sensation was too much for him to handle. He’d thought about it before, much to his shame, but not like this. Not you stealing orgasm after orgasm out of him, biting his neck and pulling his hair, with a wicked smile that made him feel like he was being tortured by the devil herself.

“Please,” Cillian whined, trying to squirm away from the pain and pleasure. “Please don’t do this, I can’t get you pregnant—fuck!—you’re too young.”

He could feel another orgasm coming. He was secretly hoping that you were on birth control this entire time, that this was all a cruel prank, but he knew deep down that you were serious.

You were raping him. You wanted him to breed you.

"I only did it cause you want it," you snapped, giving Cillian a light slap. “Mmm,” you tossed your head back as you bounced, “saw the way you looked at me. Dirty old man. Wonder what people will think when they see me carrying your child.”

Cillian shook his head. “No, no, no. You have to get off. I can’t. I can’t.”

“You can. I’m probably pregnant already.”

“Then stop,” he begged. “Stop it. Take—take the ropes off. I won’t be mad, I promise.”

“We’re not done yet,” you moaned. “Oh, Cilly! Need’a take your cum, every last fucking drop.”

"P-please, I can't take it anymore.” He felt like he was about to collapse. He couldn’t keep up with your stamina. “Jus' a little break,” he pleaded.

“Tired?” you teased.

“Yes.”

“I guess I’m too much for you.” You laughed. “You better get used to this.”

Your face fell once you noticed tears streaming down his cheeks. “No, don’t cry.” You wiped them away. “Don’t you love me?”

Cillian felt like he was backed into a corner. Why was he still feeling soft towards you? He should be angry—livid, even. But he couldn’t, not towards his little girl.

“I do.”

“And you’ll be there for our child? You’ll marry me, right?”

"Yeah," Cillian whimpered, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. "You know I will. I'll always take care of you.” Even as you hurt him, took advantage of him, he couldn’t help his feelings.

"Good boy,” you said, a pleased look on your face. “I’m so lucky you’re mine. Now—stay still, stop wiggling, and let me milk your cock.”

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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If I let you go - Cillian Murphy x reader

One shot

Master list

A/N: So, I finally got this out of my soul ☺️ this is something like a parallel to The Photoshoot (but with a twist) you’ll find another note in the end from me 😉 because I don’t want to ruin the fun for you! Also if you don’t follow that story don’t worry it’s nothing related

✨ The beginning of the story it’s like “present time” then you will find a flashback to their story -don’t worry I marked where it starts and where it ends everything in italics- and the last part is back to present time following right before where the flashback started.

I used the If I let you go song by Westlife for inspiration (this live version is amazing!)

On that Sunday morning you couldn’t believe the pregnancy test over the counter came back as positive.

This couldn’t be happening!

Rushing to the clinic that a friend of yours owned, you asked her to run the ultrasound as soon as possible to confirm it.

Eleven weeks and a half, she had announced.

You had only been with Cillian officially for a month, met him the previous one, Mar made you go date after date for two weeks before that.

But now something bigger than you was growing inside your belly.

You heard the heartbeat!

Your plans, your dreams, everything became less important now, you were carrying a new life inside of you regardless of the situation and circumstances.

It took you some time to process the news, staying in complete silence, your friend offered a comforting hand when you needed it the most. You even had a some wine during the dates! Not knowing you were pregnant, how irresponsible! Even though your friend and now gynecologist too assured you the baby was healthy and perfect, you had a million questions, you never skipped your period, how would you tell your parents?

She scheduled another appointment in a couple of days to run more tests and give you important indications given the unplanned pregnancy.

But you drove back home with only one thing in mind.

How would you tell Cillian?

First you ignored his call as you arrived, then his messages asking if you wanted to have lunch at his place, then Marissa’s messages started clogging your phone asking if you were alright and that Cillian called her to see if she knew anything, it was almost noon now.

Ignoring both, you went to take a warm bath, trying to let the news sink in, checking yourself in the mirror your hands moved down to your still flat stomach. You were carrying a baby in there!

George and you broke up in bad terms, hurting each other so much, love was no longer a priority, but you always knew you wanted to be a mother, at some point you visited a fertility clinic to ask information about sperm donors, but as Marissa heard that, she started setting you up in several dates to help you change your mind, she was convinced you would actually find someone good to have everything you wanted.

That’s when Cillian came along and changed everything you believed in.

But your relationship was only starting, you just began sleeping together, you didn’t even know his family, he had met yours once… nevertheless, you wouldn’t lie to him about the baby.

The silence of your mind and flat was interrupted by his voice calling for you from the door, knocking several times.

“I was deadly worried about you, Y/N. Thought something bad happened.”

“Well, that depends of the point of view.”

“You’re scaring me, why didn’t you answer the phone?” He looked at your pale skin, there were worried lines all over your face.

You asked him to sit down without looking into his eyes.

“I’m pregnant, Cillian.” You finally blurted out, terrified of his reaction. “And it’s obviously not yours because we just started sleeping together this weekend.”

There, you said it after he asked you why you weren’t answering his calls or messages, thinking he did something wrong or disrespected you over the first night you spent together.

It was your ex-boyfriend’s baby, after being together for six years, that relationship could only end up in a breakup, and it was better late than ever.

But just as you decided to start officially a relationship with Cillian after weeks of dating, you bought a pregnancy test at the pharmacy that morning. And the result of it would probably change everything between you.

***

(Flashback)

“You didn’t have to go into all this trouble just to get me another date.”

“No trouble at all, it’s a shame you felt bad in the middle of my birthday celebration last week, you would’ve met him there, he arrived just after you left.” Mar stormed into your walk in closet as if it was hers.

“In case you didn’t notice, there was a hit of sarcasm.”

She ignored you completely on purpose, focused on helping you get ready for the date in which she set you up.

“Just meet him, smile a little bit, have a chat… it’s not so hard Y/N.” Marissa, your best friend pleaded while walking back with a couple of options for you to wear.

“That’s what you said in the last eight times you set me up with someone, you’ve a terrible taste in men.” In the men she introduced you to at least, because Ian, her boyfriend was the perfect match for her.

“This one is different, I promise you.”

Checking over your shoes, she picked some nude stilettos.

“Hmm.”

“A little cheering would make you seem more attractive you know?”

Sighting, you decided to do your own make up, if you let your friend do it, she would hang a for sale sign around your neck. And besides, your tastes were so different.

“I could write a book of all the terrible and ridiculous stories I’ve heard from all your candidates, you know what, Mar?” You started to change your clothes into the ones she picked. “I could actually make a lot of money if I ever decide to write a book with advice for women going out on set up dates by their best friends with the most pathetic men out there.”

“It was only one mistake, you’re exaggerating things.”

“Hugh called his mother to ask what he should have for dinner!” You stated. “Should I also remind you that Paul was a complete knob and rude to the poor waitress?”

“Paul was going through a rough day.”

The list could go on. “And what about-”

Marissa interrupted you. “Alright, I get it you don’t have to rub it in my face. I was just trying to help you see the fishes in the sea.”

“What if I’m allergic to sea food?”

“Stop! Just go to this freaking date.” She was losing her patience.

“Jesus, calm down…” You looked at her through the mirror.

“I promise you this is the perfect match for you.”

“You shouldn’t try so hard, I probably have a bad-luck spell on love.” Or very high expectations for the matter.

Marissa preferred to call you picky. Nevertheless, she drove you to the pub you chose and left chirping excitedly wishing you to have fun. Telling your name, you were guided to a booth close to the wall, not a lot of people around.

Trying to not create high expectations about this date, you decided to ask the only question that really mattered.

“Is he a good man?”

The smile she gave you, sent shivers down your spine.

***

“Y/N?” The man asked getting up to greet you.

The first thing you noticed was his smile, the corners of his lips lifting up.

It was inviting and warm, making you feel at home instantly.

“Yes.” You nodded smiling back.

“Marissa has been talking a lot about you, I’m Cillian.”

Mentally, you thanked your best friend for encouraging you to use your favorite perfume, because you noticed the little instant when he took a deep breath while kissing your cheek.

“She’s been talking about you as well.”

“Only the good things, I hope.” The smile reached his eyes and he asked what you wanted to drink.

The night went surprisingly smooth, you had an incredible endless chat, never stopping because of weird moments of silence, all the contrary, you easily engaged over one topic and another, he was such an interesting man and listened to you intensely, he was really engaged in conversation.

You both agreed on even asking for some appetizers to share.

You learned he had divorced a couple of years ago, no unnecessary drama, no kids, no hard feelings and he listened to you when you told him about your recent breakup after a very long relationship.

“Before the night ends, would it be okay if I want to see you again, Y/N?”

You played with your hair a little in a nervous reaction.

“I’d like that.” You couldn’t stop the words, you were captivated by him, the rest of the world disappeared.

He was equally into you, grateful that you had a light character, he was lost in your eyes and smile.

“Where have you been all this time?” He asked while his thumb toyed around his glass.

“Making bad decisions.” You chuckled a little.

He gave you again that smile. “I hope this isn’t cataloged as a bad one.”

“No, I’ll actually thank Mar for this.”

“I’m curious, why did you choose this pub?” He leaned forward as if waiting for you to share a secret.

“Well, Mar has been setting me up in several da-thons, you know for date and marath-”

He laughed and clapped at your made-up word. “I got it.” Slowly, he ran his fingers through his locks.

“And I don’t feel comfortable when I try to split the bill for the food and the guy doesn’t want to, also the waitress just keeps coming in to interrupt the conversation, if the date goes wrong you just have a drink and go home or you stay until they turn on the lights…”

“That’s fascinating, which is actually what’s about to happen by the way.” Cillian pointed at the tables around them, the chairs were already up. “So can I call this a successful date if you didn’t ran after the first drink?”

“This is actually danger at its finest.” You had a feeling that Marissa’s matchmaker skills would no longer be necessary. “I made a lot of mistakes in the past, I’d like to take things slow this time though.”

Your legs brushed under the table. When did he place his arm on the top your chair? Behind your back.

“I’ll be a gentleman.” He gave you a small wink and looked intensely into your eyes, he was talking from the heart, you not only had caught his eye, you had his undivided attention, he wanted to know more about you.

All about you actually. “But I’m not splitting the bill for the record.” He added then.

“But-” You started to protest.

“No buts, this is not negotiable, but we can discuss it over dinner whenever you can.”

“Cillian.” You tried to reason with him once you walked out of the pub.

Lifting his hand to interrupt you again, he added: “The only thing I’m splitting with you is dessert.”

You then negotiated to buy him a coffee at least. Which he accepted as an excuse to see you in the next couple of days before you two reached the door of the pub, realizing that time went by in a blink, it was dark now, everything was so quiet. Cillian wanted to make sure you made it safe back to your place, that’s why he insisted on sharing an uber, he’d take you home first, then he would go to his.

“Marissa drove me, she wanted to make sure I wouldn’t run away.” You chuckled.

“How did you meet her?”

“In high school, we became best friends instantly, what about you?”

Even in the dark of the car, you could see him smirking. “So… she knows all the juicy secrets, I might give her call later.”

“You can’t do that!”

When he laughed, you loved the sound of it, it was a deep loud hearty laughter. “Don’t worry I won’t,” he winked again. “We met while I was filming a voice commercial, like around five years ago and we’ve made a couple of collaborations since then.”

That night he behaved like a true gentleman, he wanted to respect your own time and pace and you felt incredibly grateful for that.

But also you were feeling a bit flirty so you placed our hands on his shoulders and kissed him goodbye right in the corner of his lips.

No on his cheek, not fully on the mouth, just a little tease.

“You better go inside if you want me to take this slow.” He warned you in a whisper.

***

The following day you went out with him for the coffee you promised and again, the two of you shared the most fascinating talk; you learning more about his career, he about yours. It felt like catching up with a long-time friend, but you keep noticing the way his eyes moved down to your lips every now and then.

Your friend called at least ten times already, she wanted to know everything about your date and she even called Cillian as well, both of you decided to ignore the messages and calls, but you could picture Mar stomping her foot and pacing around the room going crazy to hear everything about the date. She was probably outside your place now.

Walking with you to your car, Cillian smiled pleased with himself, you already said yes to join him to the Radiohead concert next weekend.

“What? Is Mar bombarding you with messages again?”

“Nothing.” But he kept smiling.

In response you arched your eyebrow, you needed to leave or you would be late.

“Well… see you on Saturday.” As you moved to kiss him goodbye, he surprised you by turning his head to his right and instead of kissing his cheek, your lips ended up pressing together for an instant.

It was just a peck, but you when you saw him smiling the way he did, you knew he moved his head on purpose!

“It was my turn to leave you wanting for more.” And with that, he walked away.

Texting back and forth, long calls once you arrived home and between breaks from work quickly became a regular in the course of the following days.

You could still feel Cillian’s lips against yours.

After the concert, there was another date and another one, a walk around the park with his dog, a quick trip to get your computer to the repair store because you dropped water over it, the two of you spend a lot of time together, teasing each other, Marissa demanded a detailed summary of each date and even suggested a double date to celebrate, which you politely delayed for some weeks. Sometimes she seemed more excited about it than you, but you knew that was her personality.

Cillian had taken seriously your request to take things slowly, he didn’t demand anything, never tried to push you to do something, but there was a point when in the middle of a random conversation you noticed he wasn’t paying attention at all.

“So it’s okay if I do that?” You tried him.

“Hmm.” He nodded and you didn’t even say anything specific.

“Am I boring you?”

He snapped out immediately from dreamland, he had been fantasying about your lips for a while.

“What? No! Sorry I was just miles away.” He suddenly looked away from you.

“Is everything alright?”

Cillian pouted. “I was just thinking how it’s been great getting to know you like this, Y/N… but truth is I need more, I want to make this official.” He pointed at the space between the two of you. “And we can take this as slow as you want, but I want to know that we’re both willing to do anything to give this a try.” He took the glass of wine from your hand and went back to look into your eyes. “I don’t want to you to feel any pressure, but-”

“I want the same thing, Cillian.” You confirmed him, taking his hand. “And I also want to thank you for following my pace and-”

But he stopped your words as he held your head and brought his lips to yours in a proper kiss, then dropping feather-like kisses all over your face you felt happier than ever.

Pulling away after a while you couldn’t stop the smile decorating your face, both were unable to find the right words so you let your lips do the talking and pulled him close for another one.

***

For some weeks he kept his promise to respect your time, until one night you finally gave in into the desire that had been building since the beginning.

After having diner in his place, he suggested you choose a movie, but it wasn’t really interesting and your bodies were already close, one side look turned into a smile, and the smile became a kiss, then hands started to move around, everywhere, until clothes hindered you and he ended guiding you to his bedroom. Soon you were under his body, moaning his name, feeling like you could explode from the pleasure any minute.

Enjoying every move, every touch until you couldn’t take it anymore. After reaching his own release and barely after a couple of minutes from pulling out from your body, you went again for another round.

It was a dream, finding him at the right time, at the best moment of your life.

He made you feel happy, safe, always in a cheerful mood, he made your life easier and you also loved that he was a good listener, you loved every time he showed you the new book he bought or a film that no one else would watch.

Cillian made you believe in love again.

(End of flashback)

There was a heavy silence after you told him the news of your pregnancy and that the father was George, your ex boyfriend. Oh, and why not? That you were keeping the baby.

“I know everything seems so confusing right now, but I didn’t cheat on you, I got pregnant, we broke up and then I met you, that’s the short version of the story.”

He remained in silence, his elbows resting over his knees, his face between his hands.

“I’m sorry this is happening, the last thing I want is to hurt you, but I hope you understand my priorities are different now, damn everything is different now! I’m really sorry.”

You didn’t want to let go of the best of your life, but you couldn’t ask him to stay with you either. You were pregnant with someone else’s baby after all.

“Hopefully one day, you’ll forgive me… either way I want to thank you for giving me back all the things I didn’t know I was missing.” You swallowed hard.

Cillian felt like throwing up. The blood running down his body. This wasn’t what he was expecting when he knocked on your door.

Looking at you, he only found that the words wouldn’t come out.

He needed fresh air, needed a fucking drink.

Taking his keys, he walked out without another word and you knew that was it, that was the end of your love story.

The heartache was nothing you felt before, the man of your life just slipped from you. Walking towards the couch where he previously was sitting, your wrapped your body in the blue jacket he left, it smelled like him and it was still warm. This was the hardest you had ever done in your life and you weren’t sure you could even try to forget him, because even though you had met him for a short period of time, it felt like a lifetime.

***

The following morning Scout brought him the stick he was playing with but Cillian didn’t even pay attention.

Your words had been playing in the back of his mind like a song you can’t get rid of.

But this wasn’t a song, this was life fucking up his plans. He remembered the first time he said I love you, exactly on this spot of the beach after you decided to make your relationship official, it took you a couple of days to say it back, he knew you had your own times and he had promised to not rush you into anything.

But a baby with your ex boyfriend? That was major words.

He knew he loved you, you were funny and he loved he was able to be himself around you, but raising a baby was a completely different thing.

You could have easily fool him if you wanted to, just needed to lie about the timing, but you weren’t like that, that’s why you tried to avoid him most part of the day, he could only imagine how hard it must’ve been for you to open up to him.

Should he just move on and leave you behind? A million possibilities crossed his mind.

Closing his eyes, he allowed the waves crashing down to help him free his mind from all the questions he had, but as he did it, he could only see you smiling back at him.

Was he ready to go on with his life without you in it?

Did he really want to let you go?

Day after day Time pass away And I just can't get you off my mind Nobody knows I hide it inside I keep on searching, but I can't find The courage to show to letting you know I've never felt so much love before And once again I'm thinking about Taking the easy way out But if I let you go, I will never know What my life would be holding you close to me Will I ever see you smiling back at me? (Oh yeah) how will I know if I let you go? Night after night I hear my self say Why can't this feeling just fade away? There's no one like you, you speak to my heart

Knocking desperately on your door, he was growing impatient as there was no answer. Maybe you were at work, he tried calling to your cellphone but it was turned off. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Perhaps you went to Mar’s house, he would drive there, turning around he was about to go when you opened the door.

“Cillian?”

His heart stopped beating at the sight of you; your hair was a mess, there were bags under your eyes and your forehead and cheeks were red as if you had been crying. But he didn’t care, to him you were the most beautiful person in the world.

“I’m sorry I walked out like that.” He kissed you softly on the lips. “I didn’t know what to say.” Another kiss. “Didn’t mean to upset you, I love you.” He kissed you one more time.

“But-” You were confused, your mind was foggy from your sleep after getting up early to throw up.

“Let me tell you this… I got scared at first, but I want us to fight for this, baby included.”

Your eyes went wide open. “Cillian.”

“Listen to me, from the moment I saw you, I knew we would be together and we’ll do everything the way you want to, but I want to be involved, I want to be part of this baby’s life, part of yours, if you want to, we can raise him or her together, and it’ll be alright.”

Now you were the one unable to speak, he was giving you things you didn’t even ask for.

“Are you going to raise someone else’s baby?” You voice broke a little.

“No, I’m raising my baby with you, because I love you and I will love that little one as my own.” You could see that he had been crying too. “It seems like we aren’t taking things slow after all, but that’s just part of life, no matter what, but you’re not alone Y/N.”

“Did you tell Mar yet?” He started calling her that recently after listening to you. You shook your head. “Good, then you can either tell the truth or that the baby is mine, that’s your call.”

His thumbs wiped away the tears that had been falling on your cheeks.

“Are you sure of what you’re saying?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answered in a heartbeat. “And I’m also sure that I can’t let you go.”

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A/N2: Finally I was able to put a little ghost to rest with this one shot 😅 if you remember a while ago I gave you 3 choices for “The Photoshoot” asking if Sean was Cillian’s son or not that option included a happy blended family, but you like the drama, so I decided to not leave that beautiful idea go to waste right? So I came up with this little baby. I hope the present time and flashback wasn’t confusing for you, nevertheless if you have any questions you know where to find me!

♥️Please remember your comments and feedback feeds my soul ♥️

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Ps. I tagged all of you because you’re reading the Photoshoot and this is a little glimpse of what could have happened if we took a different route with Sean…

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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About me and request rules

Hey I'm Ziggy and this is my blog where I obsess over men and sometimes women. I use he/him and I'm 18. I really like fall stuff, vampires, Halloween in general, and my special interest is specifically horror movies. My favorite horror movie is Texas chainsaw massacre. My side account is @slashers-offical-boyfriend and my non fan fiction account is @living-dead-author. Below is the information on my request rules and info. Enjoy your stay <3

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House of wax: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Behind the mask: Leslie Vernon

House of 1000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

The Lost boys: David, Paul, Marko, Dwayne, Michael, Star

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Child's play: Tiffany Valentine

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Carrie: Carrie White

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My bloody valentine: Harry Warden

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Laid to rest: Jesse Cromeans

Martin: Martin Mathias

The Collector: Asa Emory/The Collector

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

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Dead by Daylight

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cillianhead · 4 months

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What fics are you working on at the moment?

okay quite a few... some will be out sooner than others so i'll write them in order of roughly what's to come soonest and what is probably gonna take me longer to work on...

Pregnant (Neil Lewis x Reader) (smutty fic with pregnant gf!reader and neil lewis prettyy much) (This'll be coming out fairly soon!!) Kilby Girl (Cillian Murphy x Reader) (smutty, ANGSTY, sort of kidnapping!au where Cillian is obsessed with the reader... anyway... that'll be coming out soon hopefully but this one I'm a little unsure of how soon)

Sex Bomb (Cillian Murphy x Reader) (SMUTTY, long, confusing, yes jackson rippner is in it, yes jonathan crane is in it, yes thomas shelby is in it, yes robert fischer is in it, yes neil lewis is in it, and yes even robert j oppenheimer is in it (obvi cillian's oppie). I'm not going to elaborate on what that means.)

Fade Into You (Tommy Shelby x Reader) (ANGSTYYYYYY, SMUTTY, long lost love sort of trope with Tommy Shelby... you guys aren't ready lol)

I'm sorry I literally like have been drier than the sahara desert for this passed month or so

I've been going through a lot lately and also suffering writer's block

and that's not a great combination lol

anyway

yaaaayyyy but i'm also focusing on seeing what other people have to say and trying to write shorter little blurb type things!

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missymurphy1985 · 2 years

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The Mistake - Part 8 (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader)

Warning - someone's in for a shock....

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He'd held you all night, the cramps thankfully easing off around 2am, allowing you to get some sleep. His arms felt so right around you, sleep wasn't difficult.

The sunlight easing through your bedroom window woke you, and you nuzzled into his chest.

"Feeling any better?" He asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Achy."

"How about a bath?"

"No, just want to lie here... Do you have to be anywhere?"

"Not til midday. Meeting my brother for a pint."

"At midday?"

"Yep."

"You know those girls at the restaurant were taking photos, don't you? It'll be all over social media by now..."

"Do you mind that? Kinda thought this was official now, no point hiding it?"

"So we're official? You and me?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," he pulled you closer and kissed your lips. "I'd really like that."

He covered your face with kisses, making you laugh, before hulking out of bed with a groan, pulling his boxer shorts on and heading to the kitchen. You heard the coffee machine be turned on, and smiled.

Keep those brownie points coming Cills, you thought, pulling yourself up in bed.

Ouch...

That really came sharp.. must've twisted funny when you sat up...

Walking into your en suite, you sat on the toilet and emptied your bladder. But it wouldn't stop. A constant trickle after... Weird... Water infection. Must be. Or bladder infection perhaps...

He brought you that sanitary pad last night, where was it... By the bed.. fuck sake.

"Cillian!"

He came back through and saw you on the toilet, hiding a smirk.

"Didn't expect to see that so early on, y/n," he chuckled.

"Shut up and pass me that pad, will you? It's by the bed?"

He handed it to you, and stroked your cheek.

"Coffee's brewed," he called from the bedroom as he made the bed, "And I've got paracetamol ready, blanket on the sofa, Netflix ready to go. Hot water bottle refilled, and I've text Paddy cancelling our bro-date later."

"You don't have to do all this Cillian..."

"Already done. Told you I'd make it up to you, didn't I?"

A few hours went by, the cramps not getting any easier and you'd gone through seven sanitary pads from the fluid you were leaking.

"Cillian I think I need a doctor..."

"I'm on it - where's your phone?" You handed it to him and he called the local surgery, handily named as Docs in your phone. But they couldn't fit you in. After Cillian had described your symptoms over the last few hours you suddenly saw his face pale.

"Are you pregnant, y/n?"

"What? Don't be stupid!"

He carried on the conversation with the receptionist and thanked her.

"I'm taking you to hospital."

"Why? I'm fine Cill, I just need some antibiotics?"

"Doctors orders, she called through to your GP with your symptoms. Don't argue with me, and get in the car. We're going. Receptionist is calling them to let them know we're on our way."

You wanted to protest, but the cramps were taking your breath away. Your lower back felt like it had been kicked - this must be a kidney infection, that must be why you needed A&E.

"Any chance you could drive around the fucking speed bumps Cill?!" You snapped. Every bump felt like your pelvis was splitting in two.

"We're nearly there, I'll take it as gently as I can. Are you okay, what's happening?" He looked at you as you took a deep breath, holding your hand as you squeezed it tight.

"I keep getting these waves of pain in my back, and this pressure feeling like I need the toilet," you groaned as the pain subsided.

"Five minutes and we're there, okay? You're gonna be fine. Doc reckoned it's a severe kidney infection, you'll probably need to stay in y/n."

"Brilliant... Fuck this hurts Cill!!" You couldn't help but scream, clutching the dashboard of his Range Rover, bent over. His hand rubbing your back, and the Hospital in clear view in front of you and it honestly had never looked so fucking beautiful.

He parked up, and walked you slowly into A&E, having to stop every few minutes as another pain washed over you. You had never experienced pain like it.. you were convinced you were dying at this point.

"I've got you, come on, I've got you," he patiently walked you to the ladies on reception, who alerted a passing nurse to you - bent over in the walkway, screaming in agony, clutching your lower abdomen.

"Someone help her, please?!" You heard Cillian cry, and then nothing.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you were aware of a hand holding yours and lips pressed to them.

"Hey," Cillian's voice soothed into your ears, and his fingers brushed your cheeks.

You looked down at bands covering your abdomen, a circular device thing attached to it, and that was attached to a monitor to your left with a scratchy needle inside it.

"You don't have an infection y/n." His eyes were watering. His chin wobbling.

"Bit much for a kidney infection, Cill?"

"Then what's wrong with me?"

"Promise me you won't panic?"

"You're scaring me..."

"Y/n... you're in labour..."

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. | 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | after watching you mother his boys, tommy is intent on making you the mother of his real children. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | tommy shelby (peaky blinders) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3.3k 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut (MDNI!), raging breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please use a condom), tommy has A Thing about you being pregnant 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i have no excuse other than Horny For Cillian Murphy (can u blame me lmao) i wrote this so quick it made my head spin // taglist blog: @cremebruhleewrites

“Well, God, Finn, that’s the third time this week!”

The lad smiled at you, convinced that, if he were sweet enough, he would be out of trouble. Both of the knees of his pants were ripped and scuffed thin, and you could even see the fresh stitches from two days ago, when he had last come home with his pants all ripped up. “Sorry,” he said, and he fell down into one of the overstuffed seats in your living room. As much as you tried to keep a nice home, your husband’s brothers and employees always managed to find a way to foul it all up one way or another. You tsk-ed as you fixed the doily atop the chair that Finn had disturbed, and you called, “Tommy, love? Bring me my sewing kit, won’t you?”

Somewhere upstairs, you heard your husband shout “Just a moment!”, and you tugged up your sleeves to your elbows as you settled yourself on the floor in front of Finn.

“Make yourself useful and read me the paper,” you grumbled. “Or turn on the radio. Something productive instead of sitting on your arse.”

“I could just take my pants off and leave them to you while I go actually do something,” Finn offered, and you heard Tommy’s footsteps coming down the stairs. Quickly, he entered the room and passed you your carpetbag of sewing supplies, and he boxed at Finn’s ear.

“Like hell you’re stripping down in front of my woman,” Tommy said. “Not even your girl wants to see your skivvies.”

“Well, fuck you,” Finn said, and he hissed as Tommy gave him another wallop on the ear. “Oi! She curses worse than that!”

“Mind your fucking manners around the missus,” Tommy said, and he snatched up the newspaper from beside Finn. You deftly threaded your needle and pulled Finn’s leg over to you, and you heard Tommy light a cigarette as he sat down in his chair.

“Stop twitching your leg,” you mumbled as you began your work, and Finn fussed with his cigarette as you fell into the pattern of sewing. As much as you acted like you hated having to mother the entire Shelby clan, you actually loved it. You loved how every man needed you for something different and expressed their affection for you in different ways; sure, there was Aunt Pol for that feminine touch, but there seemed to be something special about you. During the year that Tommy had courted and subsequently married you, all the boys had started up a running joke of calling you Mother; mainly because you treated every single man as if they were your son.You patched up all their injuries and mended their clothing, you made them tea or poured them a drink when they visited the house, you gave them the spare bedroom if they had nowhere to sleep, and it could be guaranteed that someone would join you at the dinner table every single night, hounding after your warm, hard-cooked dinner. You wouldn’t trade the title for anything in the world (especially when they called you Mother Shelby or The Missus), but you felt a little off whenever they did call you that. Only because it had been a year, and you still hadn’t succeeded in giving Tommy a baby.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. Almost every day, Tommy would fuck you hard and fill you up, but nothing had succeeded yet. You had tried just about every trick you could think of, every old wives’ tale in the book— eating a lemon, putting a pillow under your hips, having sex only in the morning— and you were starting to wonder if there was something wrong with you. Surely, after a year, something should have happened, even on a statistical level. It just didn’t make sense. In fact, the absence of a baby was starting to eat at you. You had voiced this to your husband, and he, in his wisdom, had told you that it would happen eventually and not to worry. “It’ll happen when it needs to,” he told you, kissing your shoulder. “Don’t fret, love.”

Tommy read the newspaper and smoked his cigarette as you worked, but your mind stayed solely with him and the delicious memory of that morning. He had woken you up with two fingers in your cunt and, when he noticed that you were awake, he had sunk down and buried his head between your thighs until your legs were shaking around his head. The sun was hardly coming through the lace curtains by the time that Tommy had sunk his cock into you, and the low light made his sweaty chest glisten as he hauled your legs over his shoulders and fucked you hard enough to make the headboard rattle against the wall. “C’mon,” he huffed, slapping your ass and pawing at your tits. “Cum, honey, cum for me, make a big fuckin’ mess in my cock.” You did as he had told you, as you always did, and Tommy had wasted no time in filling you up, just as he always did. He fell down onto his back next to you and huffed out a few labored breaths as you rested your cheek against his burning chest, and he cast his big blue eyes down on you when you sighed. “Hey,” Tommy whispered, his voice cracking, as rough as sandpaper, and he lifted your chin up with his finger. “I know what you’re thinking, love. I feel good about this one.”

You nodded quietly, and your finger lightly traced the scars that had healed and leveled on his chest. “If it’s a girl, I’d like to name her Edith,” you whispered. “It’s a lovely name.”

“Edith Violet,” Tommy nodded. “Edith Violet Shelby… What a fuckin’ top-notch name. She’d be a spoiled little thing, I’d be sure of it. And if it’s a boy?”

“Thomas,” you replied. “I’d name him after you.”

Tommy sighed lightly, content, and he sealed his lips to yours in a kiss. His arms went around your shoulders and held you tight in his warm, sweaty, post-sex-hazy grasp as he kissed you hard. “God, what a thing that would be,” Tommy whispered into your mouth. “Having a little critter running around with my name… I love it.”

Looking at your husband from across the parlor, you could tell that his mind was too laid with Edith Violet and Thomas Junior. He seemed to be reading the newspaper, yes, but his eyes weren’t moving nor his mouth mumbling along. You quickly finished with Finn’s pants, and you looked at the young man. “Now, you’d better keep those out of my sight for at least a week,” you told him. “If I see those pants again, I’m going to go mad, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mother,” Finn said and rolled his eyes, but he kissed your head nevertheless. “Thank you.”

“Of course, darling,” you said. “Do you wanna take some roast home with you? It’s supposed to get cold tonight.”

“I’ll be alright, Miss,” Finn said, and he offered you his hand to aid in standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Tommy…” Tommy gave an indiscernible grunt towards Finn and flipped the page of the newspaper, and Finn made his way out of the house. You waited until he was fully gone, the front door closing with certainty, before you moved to Tommy and sat down easily on his thigh. Tommy gave you a little smile and cast his reading material aside, and he circled his arms around your waist and pulled you fully into his lap. His face buried in your neck and kissed all over your skin, and he mumbled, “Been waiting to get you alone all day.”

“I’m here, my love,” you whispered, carding your fingers through his slick black hair. “What is it you want?”

“Well…” Tommy began, and his deft fingers played at the buttons lining the back of your blouse. “Right now, I feel quite partial to your tits.”

“Good Christ, Thomas Shelby, you’re insatiable,” you chuckled. Nevertheless, you helped him shrug yourself out of your shirt, and he pressed his cheek against your warm breast. His hand, hot hands slid up your bare back and cupped your shoulders, and he placed light kisses on your skin.

“Lift up your skirt, honey,” Tommy said against your tits.

“What for?” you asked cheekily, and Tommy bit at your nipple hard enough to make you gasp in pain.

“You’re going to ride my cock,” Tommy told you, as if you had no say in the matter. Truthfully, you really didn’t, because you knew that Tommy knew that you’d never refuse him any part of you. You were always so welcome to give your husband whatever he wished. “Seeing you be so good to Finn just reminds me of what a good mother you’ll be… If nothing else, I’m gonna fill you up right now, just to see if we might be lucky.”

“I thought you said you felt lucky this morning,” you said, but you helped Tommy tug up your long skirt anyway. Your hands went to undo his pants as his came to grasp your tits, and he kissed your neck greedily.

“Ah, won’t hurt anything to try again,” he whispered, and he sank his teeth into your skin. Your skin bristled at the feel, and you hurried to tug out his cock. He was already hard, his soft skin thrumming with his heavy pulse, and you shifted your legs to straddle his hard thigh for just a moment before you sank yourself onto him. The shock that rocked through your belly and pussy was enough to make you gasp and squirm a bit, and you wrapped your arms around Tommy’s neck and pressed your forehead to his shoulder.

“Fuck, Tommy,” you whispered as his rough hands went under your skirt to grasp your soft hips.

“Ah,” he hissed in your ear and gently nibbled at your earlobe, where your earring dangled nicely. Tommy always found a way to spoil you, with new dresses or jewelry or trips to the cinema, and he nudged the tip of his nose against the pearl that hung from your ear. He couldn’t even remember when or where he gave you those earrings, but they looked beautiful on you. “God, you’re so tight, mouse… Feel so fucking good.”

Your hips jolted forward at his quiet praise, and you both gave little noises of pleasure. Your skin felt like it was on fire as you moved in Tommy’s lap, and he dug his blunt fingernails into your skin as he hooked his hips upwards into you. Just as swiftly, he covered your mouth with his palm and touched his finger to his own lips, and he whispered, “Arthur’s upstairs… Don’t want him hearing us, do we, Mrs. Shelby?” You shook your head and Tommy gave you his sly, foxy smile before scrunching his nose and fucking up into you again. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose, and you moved with your husband as he fucked you as hard as he could manage. The chair underneath him creaked every so often with his movements, and the sound of his skin hitting yours was just so dulled by your skirt covering the whole affair. Eventually, his warm hand fell from your mouth and situated itself back under your skirt. However, instead of going to your hip, his hand found himself at the apex of your legs, and he pressed his thumb to the top of your hole, feeling his cock easily sliding in and out of you with the pad of his finger. He smiled again and wet his lips with his tongue, and he surged forward and captured your nipple in his wet mouth once more. This time, he sucked hard, surely leaving a mark, and your own hands scrambled for his shirt. You helped him get undressed every night (not that you needed to, but you adored helping your man), and you were quick to get rid of his stiff collar and tight tie to unbutton his shirt and vest to expose his smooth, milky chest, dotted by the same freckles that covered his cheeks and neck. He was panting as he sucked at your tit, and his thumb resituated from your pussy to your throbbing clit. He hardly swiped his finger along the burning-hot nerve when you jostled in his lap once more, fire exploding in your pussy and belly.

“Tommy,” you whined, pressing your mouth to his hair to try to keep yourself quiet. “Fuck, Tommy. Fuck me, honey, more.”

“M’gonna give you that fuckin’ son you want, mouse,” Tommy grunted, tugging at your nipple with his teeth. “In a few months, you’re gonna get all big with my baby, everyone’ll know what you let me do to you.”

“They already know,” you giggled. It was a struggle to speak coherently with the way that Tommy was rubbing your clit and fucking into that soft spot inside of you, but you knew that, even if you only gave half-formed words, Tommy would be able to read your mind. “Everyone knows how I let you do such sinful things to me. You know… I think Arthur heard us the night I let you take my ass.”

Tommy groaned long and low at the memory of that night, and you clenched your pussy around him to elicit a deeper moan. His chest was beginning to flush a bit pink, creeping up his neck, tiny spots of sweat dotting at his temples, and you carded your fingers gently through his hair and placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head. “Are you going to cum, Mr. Shelby?” you whispered. “Oh, Tommy, my love, please come, honey. Wanna feel you dripping out of me, sweetheart, please come.”

His cock throbbed inside you, and you knew that he was so, so close to his release. You smoothed his hair down the back of his head and angled his face up to look at you, and you rolled your hips down to meet his as they came upwards, and you could have sworn that you saw death flicker in your Tommy’s light eyes. “Oh, when I’m pregnant, my tits are gonna get all big,” you whispered, and Tommy gnashed his teeth as his hips moved harder and faster. “My belly will swell nice and fat, I know you’ll be all over me every day and every night. My love, you’ll simply become a feral animal around me. Oh, Thomas… Imagine little Tommy having your eyes.”

“Edith Violet had better have your eyes,” Tommy huffed with a chuckle. “She’ll be a spitting image of her mother, that girl will be. If she’s anything like you, I’ll be beating off boys with a club.” “If little Tommy is anything like you, we’ll be in big fucking trouble,” you giggled. “He’ll be a handful the whole time… But I wouldn’t have anyone else’s baby.”

Tommy clenched his teeth again and slammed you down hard onto his cock, and you saw stars dot your vision as you came around his cock. Your body convulsed against your will, dragging Tommy into a tight embrace and whimpering in his ear, trying to stay quiet, as he had asked you to, and Tommy grunted deep in his chest and emptied himself inside you. You both breathed heavily for a few moments, trying to recover from the quick and rough fuck, and Tommy pushed your hair behind your ear as a watery smile cam over his pink mouth. “I really feel good about this one,” he chuckled, his hand rising to press against your belly. He gave a soft hiss as the pressure on his cock, still inside of you, and you bit your lip as you nodded in agreement.

“If this doesn’t work…” you began, but Tommy captured your face in his fingers, and he shook his head quickly, his eyes big and glossy.

“It will,” he said firmly. “You’ve got to be positive about this, mouse. Say it. Say that I just got you pregnant. Say it, Mrs. Shelby.”

You smiled at your husband, and you jokingly rolled your eyes. “You just got me pregnant, Thomas,” you chuckled. “In nine months, I’m going to give you that son you want so badly.”

“Would it be so bad if we had a little girl?” Tommy mumbled, gently rubbing your belly. “Tying ribbons up in her hair, playing princess with her—”

“Tommy Shelby, are you saying that you’d play princess? You’ve gone soft,” you smiled, and Tommy shifted underneath you to finally pull his softening cock from your heat. He carefully helped you shrug back into your blouse, and his fingers did the buttons back up smoothly.

“I could,” Tommy said. “Only if I can be the king.”

“You already are,” you told him, moving to sit on his knee when he finished with your blouse. You crossed your legs at the ankle and began to do his shirt and pants back up, and he captured his cigarette case from the side table and struck a match to light up a fresh fag. “You’re the king of Birmingham, my love.”

Tommy took a deep drag on his cigarette, and he gave you that sly fox smile again. “Fuckin’ A-right I am.”

It took approximately six months to be entirely sure that you were pregnant, and you knew that every day of uncertainty ate up your husband’s guts. You didn’t want to get his hopes up over a measly missed period, though, so you kept quiet about it until you were one hundred percent sure.

The certainty came one morning, the first snowfall of the season. Upon waking up, you found your marriage bed empty, and, seeing the empty hanger on the closet door, you knew that Tommy was already at work. He probably had been since before the sun rose. You sat up, protesting the morning for a few moments, and you finally got out of bed. Your toes touched the floor and you looked downwards in pursuit of your house slippers, and you felt like you had been hit in the face when you saw your stomach pressing at your nightgown. How long had you been like this? Had anyone noticed yet? God forbid if Arthur or Michael saw your pregnant belly before you yourself even noticed it.

Your excitement couldn’t be contained, not even long enough to get decent in your house robe.

“Tommy!” you cried, racing through the house. Everyone you encountered widened their eyes and then averted their gaze from you, and you again yelled, “Tommy! Thomas Shelby, where are you?”

“My office, mouse!” your husband yelled, and you heard him speak again, softer. You didn’t even stop to wonder if someone else was in there with him, possibly for an important business meeting. No, this couldn’t wait.

The moment you stepped into his office, you saw Arthur sitting across your husband’s desk, and Tommy grabbed you tightly and shielded you from Arthur’s view with his own body. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he hissed and instantly shrugged off his jacket, draping it around your shoulders and trying to hide the bit of skin that your nightgown didn’t cover. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong? I’ve got business, mouse, I can’t—”

All you had to do was grab him around his wrist and press his palm to your lower belly, and Tommy, for once in his life, found himself speechless. You watched his face, trying to see any semblance of emotion, and you watched his cheeks go deathly pale before flushing pink. “No,” he whispered, and a smile split his face. “Oh, my beautiful… My wife!” He picked you up and kissed your cheek, and he held you tightly as he nestled his own cheek into your neck. “Oh, my girl… Mother of my child…”

“Tommy,” Arthur said gruffly. “Fuck is this?”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Tommy snapped. “Let a man be happy his wife’s pregnant.”

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queenshelby · 6 months

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Our Little Secret (Part 14)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Brief Mention of Stillbirth

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

Over the past few weeks, Cillian struggled quite significantly with the fact that he had lost his wife Danielle and Max, the young boy he did not father but whom he considered to be his son. Cillian also struggled with the fact that he had, under the directions of his sister and lawyer Siobhan, cut all ties with you.

She believed that continuing any form of relationship with you would only serve to harm his reputation in court and jeopardize his chance of winning some form of access rights over Max who she now knew was not Cillian's biological son.

"When she called, did she say how she was?" Cillian asked, referring to the phone call Siobhan took on his phone. The person who had called was you but Siobhan refused to hand Cillian the phone but, instead, told you to not call Cillian again.

She warned you about calling ever again, stating that doing so would result in receiving a cease-and-desist order from her office. Stunned and confused, you hung up the phone with little knowledge of how to handle the complicated situation you now faced. Not only were you pregnant with Cillian's baby, but you also had been ordered to avoid any contact with him due to the potential fallout.

"Siobhan, how is she?" Cillian asked again since his sister did not respond to his question the first time around.

"Did she seem alright, on the phone?" he wanted to know and this question caught Siobhan off guard slightly, prompting her to shift in her seat uneasily. She too did not know that you were pregnant and responded sternly to her brother's query.

She hesitated briefly, choosing her words carefully. "She was fine. Stop caring about her, Cillian," she told him but Cillian couldn't help but worry.

"Danielle sent her to hospital, so of course I care," he retorted, causing Siobhan to sigh.

"Yes she did, because you fucked her, in your marital bed," Siobhan blurted out vehemently. "Y/N did not bring a charge against Danielle and, thus far, Danielle hasn't mentioned Y/N's existence in court. We will want to keep it this way. No one needs to know about your affair with a 19-year old woman!" Siobhan barked furiously, slamming her palm onto the table in frustration. She understood that Cillian was deeply troubled and struggling with his own demons, but bringing such scandal into light may cause irreparable damage to his image - not to mention risking the legal case against his ex-wife Danielle.

"I know. I fucked up, okay?" Cillian confessed, finally admitting his guilt. It felt good to get it off his chest, though it did nothing to alleviate the weight pressing down on his shoulders. His family was falling apart, leaving him broken and unable to fully process the painful truth.

"But my brother and his wife kicked her out. That's at least what Paddy told me. And I want to know if she is doing okay. That's all," Cillian persisted firmly, refusing to let go of his concern for you.

Siobhan looked at her brother, irritated by his determination to cling onto feelings for you.

"Y/N is fine. Now leave it alone, Cillian," she commanded, standing up to assert herself more clearly. "You aren't in love with her, are you?" his sister questioned worriedly.

Cillian swallowed hard, contemplating his answer. "No... no, I am not. But I do feel responsible for helping her, especially given our circumstances," he admitted honestly, recognizing the gravity of the situation you were entangled in. Siobhan's eyes narrowed suspiciously, sensing something deeper behind her brother's words.

"And why do you think that is?" she pressed gently, seeking clarification and Cillian bit his lip, still unsure himself.

"Maybe because she is young. She is only nineteen and she is family," Cillian explained sheepishly, casting his gaze away from his sister's judgmental stare.

"And yet, this didn't deter you from having sex with her now, did it?" Siobhan continued her accusatory approach, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Of course not! You just think with your cock, don't you?" she spat derisively.

Her response struck Cillian speechless, causing his face to flush red with embarrassment and shame. Even in the heat of passion, he could never imagine things would escalate to this level.

"As I said, getting involved with her was a mistake

." Cillian murmured, looking downwards to avoid eye contact. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, feeling guilty and ashamed. What he was thinking of doing wasn't right and he knew that deep down, however much his desire consumed him.

In contrast, Siobhan showed no remorse, remaining unwaveringly firm in her convictions. "Well, then you need to fix this mess. And stop talking to her. She doesn't matter, anymore" Siobhan demanded harshly, her eyes cold and unforgiving and Cillian promised her not to enquire any further until, another two weeks later, and much to Siobhan's surprise, Danielle brought your name up in court.

This unexpected development threw everyone into chaos as this affair between him and you put him into an extremely bad light.

For someone whose career revolved primarily around his strong public persona, it seemed like a death sentence for Cillian's career as well as his court case and, with that, Siobhan's instructions suddenly changed.

She had to go into damage control and, in order to make Cillian look any better to the public and the judge, she now encouraged him to get you to take the stand and talk about the fact that Danielle had pushed you down the stairs.

Siobhan hoped that presenting evidence of violence perpetrated by Cillian’s estranged wife might discredit claims made during their divorce proceedings, painting Cillian in a somewhat sympathetic light amidst these allegations surrounding his sexual tryst with you.

"So, after almost six weeks now, you want me to call her? Seriously?" Cillian exclaimed incredulously, raising his eyebrows in shock. He hadn't expected this turn of events, particularly coming from his sister. The mere thought of you taking the witness stand filled him with anxiety.

"Yes. Now that Danielle brought up the affair with her, she needs to tell everyone about the assault so that I can make sure that the judge knows that Danielle isn't capable to have sole custody for Max," Siobhan

reasoned reluctantly. She understood the importance of providing evidence in court to support her client's argument, even when it meant potentially damaging her brother's already precarious reputation.

Cillian nodded solemnly, knowing full well that there was little choice left for them. With everything spiralling out of control, they had to rely on your testimony. "Alright, but she might say no. I ignored her for six weeks and now that I need her help, I am actually calling her. It is an asshole move," Cillian muttered bitterly beneath his breath, resentfully picking up his cellphone. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed your number, anticipation building inside him. Would you agree to testify? How much had this whole mess affected you? So many questions flooded his brain, weighing heavy upon his heart.

"Hello?" Your voice sounded cautious over the line, uncertainty evident in its tone. You were surprised by Cillian's call and wondered whether he had found out about your pregnancy.

"What do you want?" you thus asked after he simply said "hi" but nothing else as you were trying to hide your fear.

Cillian cleared his throat nervously before speaking. "Look, Y/N, I realize I acted badly towards you recently, but please understand that my life has become quite complicated lately," he began sincerely.

"Well, so has mine and whilst I wanted to talk with you about it, your sister shut me off," you countered, your voice growing angrier.

Your hostility took Cillian aback momentarily, but he steeled himself, deciding to remain composed despite your barbed remarks. "I know, but her intentions weren't malicious; believe me," he pleaded earnestly.

There was genuine desperation in his voice, hoping that you would forgive him eventually, but you simply couldn't.

"I don't care Cillian," you snapped sharply, your temper flaring quickly. "All you ever wanted was to use me – both emotionally and physically. And once shit hit the fan, you discarded me without any second thoughts," you yelled through the phone, unable to hold back your anger any longer. "I needed you in the past few weeks because, not only was I kicked out of my family's home, I also found out that I am pregnant," you revealed, fighting back tears.

This revelation caught him completely off guard, leaving him reeling. He paused for several seconds, processing this news. Then, he spoke slowly, "You are what?" Cillian repeated, barely able to register your startling announcement. He struggled to maintain composure, his thoughts racing wildly.

"I am pregnant," you confirmed again, allowing the enormity of the statement to sink in.

Cillian's entire world came crashing down around him as he realized that, somehow, the nights he spent with you resulted in a child growing inside of you. This wasn't how he intended things to happen, but here they were, a result of their recklessness and ignorance.

"Am I the father?" Cillian hesitated briefly, attempting to compose himself. However, you cut him off mid-sentence, responding impassionedly, "Of course you are the fucking father. I never slept with anyone else and you should know that!"

You vehemently defended yourself, adding insult to injury. "But don't worry, I am booked in for a termination procedure next week. Problem solved!" you said and the cruelty of those words cut deeply into Cillian's heart. All that time he had been selfishly obsessed with his own wants and desires, failing to consider the potential consequences - including yours. Realization dawned on him gradually, hitting him squarely in the face like a sledgehammer.

"Please wait… No, Y/N. Don't terminate. We will sort this out together," he implored urgently, panic creeping into his voice.

You fell silent, taken aback by his sudden change of attitude.

"Are you fucking serious? You want me to keep the baby?" you asked skeptically, astonished at the idea.

Cillian couldn't believe what he heard either. Was this truly happening? "Yes, I know it's asking a lot, but give me a chance to figure this out," he replied earnestly, attempting to convey his sincerity in wanting to be part of this child's life.

Your brow furrowed with confusion, "You are insane, Cillian! Why would you ask me to keep this child? I just finished school, and the last thing I need is more responsibility. Not only that, I haven't spoken to my mother since all this happened. I have no money. No permanent housing. No career," you argued vehemently, frustrated with the prospect of carrying a baby conceived outside a relationship.

Cillian listened intently, struggling to find the right words to assuage your concerns.

"I will take full financial responsibility if you decide to carry the baby to term and I can take care of the our child whenever you need me to. Every day even. I will buy you a house. I'll pay for anything you need," Cillian offered determinedly, clutching onto hope.

"Cillian, I am not ready to be a parent," you retorted, still clearly angry and hurt.

"Then let me have the child," he persisted gently, understanding your apprehension.

"What?" you asked, confused. Could Cillian really provide for everything you need and want? You didn't trust him, but something about his offer felt...different. Maybe it was his insistence, maybe it was his determination, or perhaps, it could have been the hint of vulnerability in his voice that gave you pause.

After a long silence, you finally answered, "Listen, I think we should meet and talk about this in person. You clearly lost the plot."

Cillian agreed readily, relieved that you seemed open to discussion. "Whenever suits you, just let me know." There was hopeful expectation in his voice.

All he ever wanted was a family but, when him and Danielle tried to have a child together, it never happened. She never carried to term and, after that, she never fell pregnant again. Perhaps their DNA was simply not compatible and, according to the specialists, he was the one to blame.

In the end, Danielle had a child with another man and Cillian loved this child as if he was his own. This child's name was Max and Max was Cillian's world. From then onwards, Cillian dedicated himself fully to raising Max, making it a priority to ensure that his son knew he adored him.

He knew that he could do the same for this child, the one you were now carrying inside you. The child that was his.

Cillian couldn't believe it was true. Here was a possibility, albeit unexpected, to rectify some of the mistakes he made earlier. After all the wrong turns he took throughout his journey, he hoped this situation could lead him closer to becoming the kind of father he always wished to be. The irony was striking, considering he initially sought comfort elsewhere. But now, fate was presenting him with a unique opportunity—one which held unimaginable weight. He had to make this right and was determined to do whatever it takes.

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