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Scandal
Part 15 - more here
Pairing- Cillian Murphy and Reader - Not based on real life.
Thank you for your support, would love to hear your thoughts!
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Opening the door slowly, you took a step back with Harper in your arms. Swallowing deeply, you glanced up and down the corridor. Before meeting his eyes again.
“Hi Paul, is everything ok?" you asked, trying to settle a crying Harper. Still dressed in your evening gown. The paps couldn't see him standing outside of your room. Neither could Cill.
Shifting from one foot to the other, he shoved his hands in his pocket. "I called you, I just wanted to check you were ok? How's little Miss?" he asked. Reaching out to stroke her cheek, her blue eyes staring up at him.
"Oh.. I'm fine thanks, sorry I had to rush off. She just wont settle, she's hot." you answered, as silence descended. "Listen, I would invite you in, but.... well… you know,”
"I know, I get it, I will give you a call," smiling shyly, he walked away. Your heart was racing.
Eventually settling Harper, you undressed, standing in the bathroom. Taking your make up off, the night hadn't gone as planned. The moment yourself and Cillian shared....what Paul had told you... now Harper. It was time for bed.
Flicking through your phone, the internet was full of pictures of you and Cillian arguing. "Tension rises," the headline read.
You hadn't even heard from him, not one call, not one text. You thought he would be worried, about his daughter.
Drifting off, you woke with a start to movement in the room. "Fuck," you heard, pulling yourself up, you flicked on the bedside lamp. Cillian rubbing his shin, still dressed in his suit, his award in his hand. Looking intoxicated.
"What the hell, Cill? How did you get in?" You snarled at him, half asleep. Rubbing your eyes, trying to adjust to the light.
“Hey… I asked for a key,” he answered loudly.
Regaining his balance, eyes finding yours as he looked up. His fringe falling across his eyes.
“I couldn’t get a fucking signal, how is she?”
Holding the edge of the travel cot, he peered inside. Listening to her soft baby snores. “Will you stop shouting?” You hissed through gritted teeth, angrily throwing back the covers.
If he woke her up, you would bounce the award of his head.
“She’s settled for now, I’m hoping it’s just her teeth,” you replied, standing next to him. Able to feel the heat of his skin, against yours.
Turning toward you, his eyes roamed over your body. Now wearing just a silk vest, and matching panties. Leaving nothing to the imagination, he could see your nipples. The curve of your ass, in the thong.
Shaking his head slightly he let out a breath. Wishing he could just pick you up, and take you to bed.
Get lost in each others bodies, forget about the problems. Make love to you, just for one night. Make you feel special, just like the woman you are.
He knew he had knocked your confidence. You blamed yourself, that was his fault too.
He honestly didn't have an excuse, it wasn't you. It wasn't even about Eva, it could have been anyone. She was just there, he had been overworked, over tired. You were struggling through your pregnancy.
When he should have supported you, he committed the ultimate betrayal.
Crossing your arms, you averted your gaze from your husband. "You should go, Cill," the words came out like a whisper.
"Yeah..." he breathed out, "Ok," Turning he stumbled into your suitcase, grabbing hold of the coffee table to maintain his balance.
“Careful, how much have you had?” You demanded to know, helping him to sit in the chair. Lowering himself, he let his head flop back. Eyes closing, still holding his award, still wearing his suit jacket.
Wondering what you should do, you encouraged him to stand up. Using your strength, to haul him over to the bed.
“Just lay down,” you whispered, wanting him to sober up. He couldn’t go walking in the hotel corridors, not in this state.
He could get recognised, and people would sell pictures. Ruin his reputation... or was it ruined already?
Flopping onto the bed, you lifted his legs, taking off his shoes. Noticing he was still wearing his wedding ring. You had put yours on tonight, why? You couldn't explain...
Crawling across the other side, you laid back down. Trying to stay as far away from him. as you could.
When Cillian woke up hours later, light was peeping into the hotel room. Slipping in through he curtain, he felt hot. Felt a weight on top of him, when he reached out. He felt a body, no... for fucks sake ... no....
Gingerly peering down, he noticed it was you. Curled up against his body, your leg draped over his waist, sleeping soundly.
His heart felt as though it could burst, he couldn't remember much about last night. But he knew nothing sexual had happened. He was still fully clothed.
Enjoying the warmth of your skin, he sniffed your hair. Wishing it could go back to this. Waking up in each others arms. His fingers traced a pattern along your arm, trying to ignore the pounding hangover he felt.
Slowly, you opened your eyes. Shit, you were wrapped around him... But honestly, that was the best sleep you had for such a long time. You had felt settled, felt the heat of his skin, his familiar touch.
"Shit, sorry," you mumbled, trying to sit up. Feeling awkward.
"No, stay," he pleaded, eyes looking down at you. His arm holding you in place. Your body being pulled back against him.
"I should check her," you replied, unwinding yourself.
Climbing from the bed, you were vaguely aware you were half naked. In just underwear and a vest. Knowing he would be watching you. Leaning over the cot, you felt Harper's head. Still hot.
Peeling back the curtains, you gasped when you looked at her. Little red spots, on her hands and face.
“Cill,” you panicked, “Cill, she has a rash,”
Scooping her up, you carried her to the bed. Laying her down, as she began to grizzle. Arms waving angrily at being woken up. Cillian jumped from the bed, still in his suit.
“Strip her off, babe. Let’s check if the rash is anywhere else,” he suggested.
Undoing her baby grow, your hands were shaking. Panicking as she began to cry, you found the rash was on her chest too, and some on her arms. "I will call for a Doctor," Cillian confirmed.
Stripping Harper down to her nappy, you tried to soothe her with her dummy. Grabbing her changing bag, you replaced it with a clean nappy. Listening to Cillian talking to someone on the phone. Trying to get a doctor to come for the hotel.
Picking her back up, she began looking for food. Rooting against our breast, "Mama is here, there there," you soothed, perching on the edge of the bed as you started to feed her.
You knew there was something underlying, Mothers instinct.
It was an hour later, when a Doctor arrived. You would pay what you had to, to make sure she was safe. You had quickly dressed, and were both hovering beside the Doctor. Your friend Alex, and Cillian's assistant Lyndsey also present.
Taking a glass, the doctor rolled it against her skin. Checking that the rash would disappear.
"Yes, as I thought, chicken pox," he confirmed. "Are all of her vaccinations up to date?"
"Yes," you and Cillian answered together.
"What do we do for chicken pox? Does she need medicine?" Cillian asked, picking Harper up as she held her arms out for him. Gently stroking her hair.
"You can use Calpol for fever, but get some calamine lotion for itching. Cool baths, plenty of fluids," he instructed, packing his bag.
"Can I take her home?" you asked, biting your nails. "I have a flight this afternoon, we live in Ireland,"
We - that sounded strange, did you mean we? Yourself and Cillian ? We ? You and Harper?
Shaking his head, the Doctor turned to face you. "No airline will let you travel, the spots need to scab over. Usually after five days,"
"Five days!" you gasped, wondering where you were going to stay. You couldn't live in the hotel for a week. “Oh god, what do I do?” You asked Cillian, wanting someone to take charge for you.
Bouncing Harper on his hip, he rested his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, we will sort something out. As long as she’s ok, yeah?”
Nodding, you locked eyes with Alex. Knowing exactly what she was thinking. You were getting too close to him. Getting drawn back in, playing happy families.
That afternoon, you left the hotel to a swarm of paparazzi. The plan was rent an apartment, for the week. Cillian’s PA had found you one, it was discreet. He had cancelled his engagements, for the next two days.
Just like you had to cancel your flight, and an interview tomorrow.
Trying to push through the photographers, the security opened the car door for you. Ignoring the stream of questions being shouted at you.
“Are you back together?”
“Why did you leave the awards early Y/n?”
“Are you flying back home?”
Cillian carried Harper, covered with a blanket. So they couldn’t put the flash in her face. This was absolute chaos. Not a safe environment for your daughter. Once she was strapped into her seat, the car sped away. You both clipping your seatbelts on.
Glad of the peace.
“Shh shh,” you reassured her, reaching for her dummy out of the changing bag.
“Lyndsey is gonna bring the medicine. And the security will bring the bags,” Cillian spoke up, sending you a small smile. He was hungover and worried about Harper.
But was this a chance to fix things?
You would be alone for two days …..
And it made you so nervous….
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drcranessweetestdoe · 1 month
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heyyyyy
could you do a Tommy shelby fic?
in which he fucks Ada's bestfriend when she is 18!
hii, love this idea xx I have been writing this all day, time to celebrate with a jam sandwich:) xx
Finally mine
warning: agegap!, Thomas lusts after her while she is underage, grooming, virginity loss, virginity kink, innocence kink, unprotected sex, Tommy being a softie, possessiveness
pairing: Thomas Shelby x Innocent!Reader
summary: ever since he came back from the war, Tommy found himself wanting his sister’s lovely and sweet best friend, too bad he has to wait until she is 18
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(Y/N) was the sweetest girl in the whole of Birmingham, always polite and kind. Thomas was smitten with her from day one. She and Ada met in school, she felt sorry that Ada was always alone, because everyone told their kids to stay away from the filthy Shelby’s. So, one day she gathered the courage and sat beside the sad girl, who was very excited to finally have a friend.
It was the age of war, so everyone was always on the edge of a meltdown. And money wasn’t exactly falling from the sky. While (Y/N)’s family weren’t considered aristocrats by any chance, she never had to worry about not getting fed, or not having a warm bed to sleep in. That was something that the Shelby’s couldn’t exactly relate to, there was little money and quite a few mouths to feed. Aunt Polly tried her best to feed the hungry children at the table, but she was failing more and succeeding less. Her sister-in-law’s three big boys were away at war, but they were always talked about.
One day, the thirteen year old (Y/N) plopped down beside her best friend Ada with a full lunch box in hand. She always had lunch packed with her, but Ada never did. For a long time, she just assumed that the malnourished girl was not hungry in school. While she was munching on her apple, she heard the growl of a hungry belly and Ada turned her head down in shame. While a girl is naive at 13, (Y/N) immediately knew that her friend was hungry, and that she probably didn’t get as much food at home as she did. When Ada looked back at her, she reacted with a wide smile to the outstretched hand towards her, holding a big red apple.
For the rest of the break, they just sat under their tree, silently chewing on their apples, with a smile on both faces.
That is how Ada knew that (Y/N) was going to be her lifelong best friend. She opened up to her when they were sharing a cigarette on the edge of the forest.
“We had more money before the war, if Tommy was here he would make sure that we have food.” Ada explained.
(Y/N) just blinked at her friend. “Who’s Tommy?”
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Three years later, the girls were now sixteen and the war was finally over. Because (Y/N) herself didn’t have any brothers, or sisters, she didn’t know how many families waited for this day to come.
It was a pretty summer day, and she made her way to the Shelby household, where she was always welcomed by Aunt Polly. Except, when she walked into the house, there was only one man sitting at the table. Her breath got stuck in her throat and she blushed heavily, he was very handsome. For a moment she believed that she walked into the wrong house, but the photographs on the walls proved otherwise. He was smoking a cigarette and staring at the wall blankly, he was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even hear her come in.
Thomas just wanted a moment to himself in his childhood house before going back to the Garrison, he was not the same man anymore. Suddenly, he saw a figure in the corner of his eye. A second later, the two pairs of eyes met. His previously sad eyes lit up at the sight of her, but he tried to conceal it. She was so beautiful… Slender and weakish frame, something that made him eager to protect her. Her long and soft looking hair. And that face, oh god, that pretty face.
“H-Hi… I’m (Y/N).” She walked closer to him and stuck her hand out for him, she recognized him from the pictures, he was one of Ada’s brothers.
He heard about her, Aunt Pol always told him what was happening on Watery Lane in the letters she sent to Tommy. She had mentioned Ada’s lovely friend, multiple times. She told him that the girl was pretty, very kind, and that she went with her to church on Sundays when no one else wanted to, just so Polly didn’t have to go alone.
Tommy smiled at her, and she felt herself get lost in those bright blue gems of eyes. Instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips and planted a little kiss on it. Her hand was soft and warm, it was a while since he felt the touch of a gentle female. He smiled when she blushed more at his kiss. “Thomas Shelby.”
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From that day on, Miss (Y/L/N) was under the protection of the Peaky Blinders. Thomas always had one of his men following her and Ada to school, and then back home. It killed him knowing that he couldn’t touch her, make her his, not yet anyway. That would have been immoral and awful, and he knew that aunt Pol would have broken his hand in two and cut off his cock. That didn’t mean he hadn’t spent too many night fucking his fist to the thought of her. Everyone in the Shelby clan could see how soft he was towards her, always making sure that she stays out of the bad things, and whenever she came over and he was working, his eyes basically formed into hearts and followed her everywhere. The family loved her, she enjoyed baking and she always made sure that at least once a week she turned up to the office with home-baked treats. Those kinds of sweet treats calmed everyone down, business was blooming after all.
Ever since Tommy came back from the war, he only let himself be pleasured by whores, the one girl he wanted was the one he had to wait for. He always hired prostitutes that resembled her even the slightest bit. He imagined that he was burying himself inside her wet and warm walls, he overheard her and Ada and he was very well aware that she was untouched, a sweet little virgin. In Small Heath, the girls started sleeping around in their teens, but she, at 17, didn’t care about the boys her age. She wanted a certain gangster, who was nearing his thirties.
He didn’t even claim her yet, but wherever she walked, everyone knew she was Tommy Shelby’s girl. He sent her gifts, and always a handwritten note. Her heart never failed to warm up when she saw the little T.S on the bottom of the cards. Flowers, chocolates, exotic spices that she could put in her sweet treats, jewellery, dresses, everything a 17 year old girl loves. She was spoiled by him. When she wore one of the dresses that he got for her, she always sent him a shy smile and a little nod.
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Tomorrow was going to be the day when she would finally become 18 years old, a young lady. She felt so antsy getting to bed, knowing that she would wake up as an adult. She also deeply hoped that Tommy would do something, after 2 years of gifts, protection and lustful gazes from distance. It was safe to say that her standards were very much heightened.
When she woke up, she noticed a big box on the chair of her vanity, tied up in one of those big ribbons. Her mother must have brought it up for her, as she always did when her daughter’s name was on the box, written by the familiar handwriting.
She was smiling widely when she opened the box up, it had a beautiful silky dress and a gold locket necklace. She marvelled at the divine fabric, but quickly blushed when she looked into the box again. There was a set of white lingerie and a note.
Tonight, I’ll send a car to pick you up at 7pm, be ready.
~T.S
She melted at that, and she felt her lower tummy warm up. This evening, she will finally be claimed.
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By the time 7pm rolled around, she did everything she could to make herself look pretty for him. She took a long hot bath, made sure she smelled good everywhere. She washed her hair and tied up half of it with a bow. She put lotion all over herself, sprayed herself with perfume and put the lovely dress on. Sitting in her vanity, she put on some makeup. She felt beautiful.
She got her light coat on, along with kitten heels and she was waiting for his car to come. When it did, she sat in the backseat and greeted the driver.
She got driven to Arrow house, which she only heard about before. It was so huge, and overwhelming, but very nice.
A maid took her coat and escorted her to the dining roomom. Just like the rest of the house, it was quite big, both the room itself and the table. It was decorated elegantly, the candlelight flooded the room. Just as she stepped in, Thomas walked in the room on the other door. He looked so handsome as always, with his muscular frame and his tailored suit.
His heart nearly jumped out of his chest, she looked like an angel, and she was standing in his house, wearing his gift. The maid left, now there were only two of them in the room, he walked up to her. With a gentle hand on her waist, he pulled her closer so he could plant a kiss on her cheek and whisper in her ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” He got even closer, her head was spinning with him so close, his masculine scent sent her hormones into overdrive. “I hope the dress isn’t the only gift of mine on you.”
He felt his dick twitch when she looked up at him like that, a gentle glint in her eyes. She shaked her head, too lost in his eyes to answer with words. To shake her out of her trance, he guided her to her seat, with his hand still on her slender waist.
He sat next to her, the maids kept on serving the finest of foods. Thomas also brought out a bottle of red wine. Both of them were surprised how easy it was for them to talk. They talked and ate, and Tommy even found himself laughing. He also found out how innocent she was, she wasn’t stupid, just inexperienced, and he was more than happy to give her experience. She also had a big heart, and a gentle soul, she was everything he needed.
While everyone in Small Heath tried to warn her about Thomas Shelby, she never understood why. He was just trying to protect his family and give them a chance at a better life, he was also an absolute softie for her. She could see that he had a lot of love to give, he enjoyed being the leader and defeating other gang leaders, but he must have been craving someone who could take care of him for once, she knew that she wanted to be that person.
When they finished dessert, he pulled her chair closer to his and cradled one of her blushing cheek into his palm.
“Are you aware of my intentions towards you?” He asked in a serious tone, she knew that he wasn’t fooling around. Now or never. She nodded as much as she could with the gentle hold on her face, but he wasn’t having it. “Answer me with words, I want to see if you really want this.” She felt dizzy by hearing his dominating tone.
“Yes, I know your intentions with me.” She replied shyly.
“What are they?” His fingers started to move her hair out of her face, caressing her in the process.
“Y-You want to make me yours.” She spoke lowly, it was hard to speak when he was looking at her as if he was seconds away from ravaging her.
“Yes, and do you want that, (Y/N)? Do you want me to make you mine?” He was even closer now, he whispered seductively in her ear, his full lips were nearly touching the shell of her ear. “Just say the word, sweetheart, and I will give you everything you crave. Please, let me give you the world.” Thomas Shelby barely used the word ‘please’, but he was nearly begging for her. She almost giggled, as if she really needed much convincing.
“I want it, I want it so bad, Tommy…” She was getting impatient, and he saw it on her.
“Shh, sweetheart… Don’t let your pretty head worry, I’m going to take care of you so nicely.” He stood up and stuck his hand out for her to take. “Come.”
He walked with her to his bedroom, she was walking behind him so she couldn’t see the wicked grin on his lips. When they stepped in the door, he just kept on walking, which caused her to walk backwards, until her knees hit the bed and she had fallen down on it.
He didn’t waste a second and crawled on top of her, his lips slowly finding hers. Their kiss started out slow, he guided her lips with his own. After a few minutes, noticing that she was starting to become more and more confident, he slipped his tongue into her open mouth. His hand wandered to her back, where the zipper was, his head pulled away so he could ask for silent permission. Once he got it, he helped her sit up and he removed the dress. Sitting back on his heels, he admired the sight in front of him, her young body was just begging to be ruined. She was wearing the lace, she looked exactly like an angel. His lips glued themselves to her neck and they sucked and bit, her noises were proof that she was enjoying his touch. He made sure to really mark her up, she wasn’t going to leave his mansion for a while, he needed his time with his new prize. She bit down on her lips to hide her moans, something he growled at.
“Don’t you dare. I want to hear you, don’t hold back, sweetheart.”
He went down to her breasts, he also reached under her arched back and unclasped her bra. She tried to cover herself, but he was having none of it. He slowly unpeeled her arms from her chest and kissed all around her breasts. “How beautiful! Such a nice pair of tits you have, the best I’ve seen.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth and she mewled loudly, she didn’t expect to feel so aroused while getting her nipples sucked at. He made sure that he gave both of her tits the same treatment before going lower.
Before he could do more, he stood up to remove his shirt and pants, her presence was making him hotter by the minute. He hooked his fingers into her panties and his cock nearly tore his underwear when he saw how the crotch was stuck to her entrance. She was already so ready for him. He yanked harder and they finally parted, he brought her panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Mhm, so sweet… But, I think I need to feel this from the source.” Tommy dropped to his knees in front of her spread legs, her mind was making her doubt herself. What if she looked ugly down there? What if it smelled or tasted b—
“OH— Tommy!” She moaned loudly when his tongue licked a long stripe up her slit. He just chuckled into her pussy darkly, then he moved on to her pleasure. His mouth was sucking her throbbing clit, his fingers slowly circled her entrance, teasing her.
“Fuck… Your cunt tastes divine, and it’s only for my mouth to taste.” It wasn’t even a question. She was unable to form a coherent sentence, she could only moan and thrash on his tongue. He took one finger and he slowly eased it into her, she was so wet that it slipped right into her, he didn’t hesitate to add another one. “You’re going so good, I cannot wait to feel this tight virgin pussy on my cock.” He curled his fingers and rubbed them right into her spongy spot, her fingers grabbed his hair and tried to push his face more into her heat. He felt her clenching more and more, so he sped up his movements and grinned proudly when she came undone with a whiny moan and a desperate call of his name.
He kissed his way back up to her heaving chest and looked up at her flushed face. He talked her through it, until her breathing evened out again. He slowly slipped his underwear off, his back straightened out for her to see his big cock. It was veiny and thick and it made her nervous. He kept her legs spread, while he kneeled between them, one of his hand smoothing her face and the other one gripped himself at his base. “Want to give a little touch? Don’t be scared, I’m going to make this very pleasurable for you, my sweet girl.” He hissed when her fingertips made contact with his dripping tip, he was so pent up and her soft touch nearly made him blow his load all over her juicy tits, but he had to stay patient. “Are you ready? Ready to become mine?”
“Yes, Tommy, please, I want to feel you. I-I waited for you.” This caused him to grin and give her a deep kiss.
“I know you did, little one.” He positioned himself at her entrance and he slowly began pushing in, he felt a bit of resistance, but with a sharp thrust, he managed to break through it. He wrapped her up in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into her ear soothingly. “I know, I know. It will feel better in a minute, your pussy just has to adjust to my cock. Relax.” It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it still did, the girls in her class made it sound worse, or maybe their boyfriends didn’t take the time to prep them properly. That made her so proud, her Tommy made sure she was ready. She tried her best to relax her muscles and she felt the pain lessen. She planted a shy kiss on Tommy’s neck at which he chuckled at. “Good girl. You’re mine now, only mine.” He slowly began moving in and out of her.
Her walls gripped on him like a vice, he didn’t need any whores anymore, he had her now. His hands lifted her hips up a bit, so his cock was hitting her spot at every thrust. He went more and more faster, his fingers also began rubbing on her swollen clitoris.
“AH— Tommy, I’m going to—do that thing again.” His innocent little girl, so good for him.
“Good… I can feel you squeeze me, come on, sweet girl, come for me. Come on my cock. Let me fill you up. Let me make you mine.” With a shout of his name and a cry, she came around him. When he felt her walls pulsing around him, he let go too. His warm cum painted her walls, and it was such a delicious sensation. He stayed inside her for a few minutes, both of them trying to catch their breaths.
When he pulled out, he sat back so he could watch his cum leak out of her spent hole. He looked down proudly at his softening cock, which had some of her blood on it. Shit, he really filled her up with his load, there was so much of it. And the whiteness of him and the dark crimson of her virginity made such a lovely contrast together.
He took a rag from his bedside table and cleaned her up, making sure that he was gentle with her, the girl just got fucked and she was sensitive both physically and mentally, he had to be gentle.
After he made sure they were both clean, he once again brought her into his embrace. He smiled at her lovingly, which caused her to do the same. Her hair was all puffy from his touch, but he loved it.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He cradled her cheek, and caressed her under eye area with his fingertip.
“I’m good, I feel a bit sore, but it’s okay.” She nuzzled into his neck and left little kisses. “I’m so happy to be here with you.”
He smiled in a way he didn’t for a long time, and he felt his heartbeat quicken. He wanted to give the world to the girl in his arms, and he felt the primal urge to protect her and keep her away from all the bad. “Me too. I’m happy to know that you’re finally mine.”
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Golden Globes - Cillian Murphy x reader
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Summary: Written from the perspective of press and viewers of the golden globes; how cute are Cillian Murphy and his girlfriend Y/n L/n?! From the red carpet to his acceptance speech, look at what a mesmerising couple these two make!
Word count: 2,250
Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, very slight profanity, mostly just fluff (please let me know if I missed any) 
Disclaimer: This is written purely for fictional purposes and for the sake of writing. No disrespect is intended to the real people portrayed/concerned in this scenario. 
AN: Inspired by Yvonne and Cillian actually being the cutest couple ever at the Golden Globes. Also, if you catch the sneaky Succession reference: mwah! Edit: Just watched an interview clip where he says everyone calls him Cill as his nickname and I will be gratuitously using that from now on.
Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :) 
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Part 1: Red Carpet 
“And next to arrive onto the red carpet is Cillian Murphy! He’s a favourite to win the Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Drama Motion Picture, and I mean, rightly so, he killed it in Oppenheimer!” 
“Right?! And I have to say, whoever styled him tonight knew what they were doing, because mmm chef’s kiss right there.” 
“For real, but knowing him he probably grabbed an old suit out of his closet and put it on, hahahah.” 
“I bet he wishes, but Y/n would never let him, and there she is! Oh look how stunning she looks! For all our viewers who are unaware, that’s Y/n L/n, Cillian Murphy’s girlfriend and the other half of our favourite couple!” 
“Is that a vintage Schiaparelli?! Um, someone did not come to play. Aw, look how cute they are, he refuses to let go of her hand. I want a man like that.” 
“The way he smiles at her?! You can really tell they love each other, and awwww she’s blushing!!! You guyssssss, I can’t handle this.” 
“Hahahah, she’s forcing him to go out and strut his stuff, how sweet. That’s the definition of a supportive partner right there, always wanting you to have your moment to shine.” 
“Honestly, and like, I know we’re supposed to be watching Cillian but guys look how SHE watches him. That’s true love right there, and no one can convince me otherwise.” 
“D’you remember that interview where he talked about the little gifts she gets him at the end of each of his movies?” 
“Oh my god yeah, that was adorable, she makes him something small to remember each of his movies, like she knits or crochets or crafts something for him right?” 
“Yeah, exactly, well apparently, since this was his sixth movie with Nolan, she made the little tokens for all the producers and like the lead team. I was in TEARS when I heard, because who is that sweet? Like who is THAT sweet to their partner’s whole team?” 
“I didn’t know that, oh my god, I love her even more. No wonder Cillian loves her, I get it, I fully support it.” 
“Ok, seems like Cillian’s done getting his pictures taken and- aw! He’s looking for her! Cillian, bestie, she’s right there, ok ok ok, they found each other. Look at that hug!” 
“A man who adjusts the train of your dress like that to help you walk easier??? That is a man worth having, and Cillian Murphy is clearly the best man. Gosh look at the way she leans into him when they walk, and he’s just rubbing her back all soft and sweet, aaaaa I think I’m gonna melt.” 
“Oo! Ok, they’re going for interviews and the next person to come up is…” 
Part 1.2: Interview 
“Hi Cillian! How are you feeling tonight?” 
“I’m doing well thank you, a little nervous I guess, how are you?” 
“I’m great! Having a lot of fun here at the Golden Globes! How did you enjoy the red carpet? Any chance to meet others yet?” 
“Yeah, it’s grand, very… opulent, heh, and no! Unfortunately I haven’t had a chance to properly greet anyone yet, but I’m sure when we get inside I’ll have plenty of time for that.” 
“Alright, let’s talk about your movie for a bit, how does it feel to see all the recognition it’s getting?” 
“It feels deserved, you know? Everyone worked so hard on that film and put in a hundred and ten percent and it feels like people have really noticed it and seen not only the talent but the effort the team put in.” 
“Were you expecting such resounding fame for the movie?” 
“I mean, I definitely knew at least some people would watch it because Chris made it, hahaha, and people have recognised how amazing he is, but I guess you never really know how popular a movie is going to be until it comes out. But it’s truly amazing to see how it resonated with audiences.” 
“You’ve spoken in past interviews about the importance of a strong and accepting support system for people in this line of work, how did such an intense movie fit into your life?” 
“I mean, I treated it like I treat all my roles - it is a job at the end of the day - but it’s always great to have my family willing to put up with odd schedules and having to be away from home for long periods of time. My girlfriend, heh, she’s actually really great with this stuff. She always makes sure to call me while I’m away, she comes to visit as often as she can, and she just has this way of making anywhere feel like home, you know? Regardless of where I am, or what I’m doing, I can count on her, and that’s probably the best part of my life. It’s a really bad habit of hers but she stays up late with me if I have an oddly timed call or interview or whatever, just to be there with me.” 
“Aw, that’s so sweet! It’s amazing the way you talk about her, she sounds like a great person!” 
“She really really is. I mean, there’s some people out there who are just blessed with the biggest hearts and even just their presence can make life better, you know? And that’s her. I don’t know where I would be without her in my life to be honest with you.” 
“Oh how cute! Well, we’ll let you go, tell your girlfriend how much we love her, and good luck with your award tonight!” 
“Thank you.” 
Part 2: The Main Event 
“And the Golden Globe goes to… Cillian Murphy!” You let out a rather unholy shriek that you were sure would be caught on camera and posted all over, but you were too excited to care. You jumped up, grabbing Cillian by his shoulders and pressing your lips to his mouth and face, over and over until there were lipstick smudges across his nose. 
“You did it Cill! You did it,” you whispered, rubbing at his face to try and wipe away the lipstick. He had the lightest red splotches across his nose and cheek but they mixed into the flush on his skin so you let him be after a moment. Your face hurt from smiling, your whole body buzzing because finally, finally, he had gotten the recognition he had long deserved. 
“Oh boy, my first question, do I have lipstick all over my nose? Ah, I’m just gonna leave it. Um, I-I knew the first time that I walked on Chris Nolan’s set that it was different. I could tell by the level of rigour, the level of focus, the level of dedication, the complete lack of any seating options for actors, heheh, that it was-that I was in the hands of a visionary director and master. I wanna thank Chris, and Emma, for having the faith in me for-for twenty years, and six feckin pictures! So, thanks so much. Um, one of the most beautiful and vulnerable things about being an actor is that you can’t do it on your own, really, and we had the most incredible ensemble cast in this movie, it was magic, and some of them are here today. Emily Blunt, Robert Downey Jr, Matt Damon, Gary Oldman, thank you for carrying me and holding me through this movie. Um, thank you to- thank you! Uh, thank you to Dara Langley, and everyone at Universal for believing in this movie from the very beginning. Uh, oh! To all my fellow nominees - if you’re Irish or not - you’re all legends, stunning work guys, I salute you. Um, to all my reps, all my team, uh thank you so much you’re the best. To my girlfriend, you are the light of my life, the love I couldn’t live without, thank you for always being there. To my family, I’m the luckiest man, I love you, thanks so much guys!” 
Part 3: Top Ten 
“Hello everyone and welcome back to the ATN News youtube channel! Today we are looking at our top ten favourite Cillian Murphy moments from the Golden Globes and spoiler alert: they all have something to do with his girlfriend because, let’s face it guys, they’re our favourite unproblematic power couple! Just a reminder that we did similar videos for some other celebrities so you can check them out on our channel but let’s get started! 
Number 1: When they were walking into the hall and he held her purse for her! This is a personal favourite because I love someone who notices the little things, and the fact that he just kinda slipped it from her hands?? Cuteness overload. 
Number 2: This one is my personal favourite. During the break, the camera was just kinda moseying around and it caught them whispering to each other and just laughing. Look at how lovey dovey they are, leaning against each other, just whispering in each other’s ears. I really wanna know what they’re saying because I’m sure they are the most hilarious people on earth, but it’s also so intimate that I don’t wanna disturb them, you know? And she’s holding his hand in her lap aaaa! I have to move on otherwise I’m just gonna sit here and watch this all day. 
Number 3: Ok, at number three we have the couple’s red carpet glam moment! After getting some solo pictures taken, Cillian had Y/n walk the carpet with him and they slayed. I mean they slayyyyyed. Their outfits were amazing, their chemistry was amazing, their poses were amazing just- amazing. The fact that she did the little heel kick in one of the pictures?? Iconic. Cillian, Y/n, if you guys are looking for recommendations I would frame the picture where Y/n’s kissing the air just before Cillian’s cheek, it’s funny and it’s cute. 
Number 4: This is a moment from an interview he gave where they asked him about life with Y/n, take a listen. 
“You know she’s just the best. We both have our own strengths at home and I think they fit together so well and it just works perfectly. Like, I’m terrible at D.I.Y. Just absolutely hopeless, and good or not, she’s tenacious. If she starts a project for the house, no matter how hard, she will learn what to do and she will finish it. It’s inspiring honestly. Just every little thing she does inspires me.” 
Number 5: Halfway through and this might also be my personal favourite (agh I can’t choose!). When Y/n fed Cillian something from her plate?? Guys, when I saw that, I kid you not I almost melted. She just gently taps his shoulder, lifts her fork to his mouth, and feeds him. Was he too nervous to eat?? Did she notice and make sure he ate something?? Or is that just something they do? Like if you walked into their house at a random dinner time she might just randomly feed him something?? Either way, it was cute and I bet they make everyone sick with their love and I’m here for it. 
Number 6: Another simple one, but when he sat back with his arm over her chair? He just kinda leaned to the side and put his arm on the back of her chair and she just kinda shifted closer into his side- and they didn’t even stop their conversations with other people! They just did it! Being that intune with someone is just nghdhm. I have no words. 
Number 7: Alright, so some fan pics came out after the event of the couple leaving the venue, and look at this, he’s carrying her shoes for her!!! The pictures are a little grainy, but you can clearly see him holding the heels that she was wearing during the event while they walk to the car. She’s even carrying his award for him, what a bunch of cutiepies!
Number 8:  Another one from the fan pics - and another personal favourite (leave me alone) - is those cuties dancing on the street! I think it’s near their house and the pictures capture him twirling her, and they’re both laughing so much and then they’re hugging and Cillian’s just swaying her (all while holding that Golden Globe mind you) and they just look so happy and in love. Brb, I need something to tackle this overdose of cute. 
Number 9: Our second last moment is when Y/n kissed Cillian right before he went up to accept his award! Just, the scream, the kiss, the lipstick on his face, all of it is so perfect. And the fact that he left it on his face while giving his speech? Our king, have no shame, proudly show her love! 
Number 10: And of course, the final favourite has to be Cillian’s speech. He was funny, he was gracious, and honestly? It was perfect. If my boyfriend called me the light of his life in a room full of famous people, on a live broadcast that like millions of people are watching, I would probably just start proposing to him at that moment. Like he really said “the love I couldn’t live without” can you imagine that kind of devotion?! I want that. 
Anyway! Thanks for watching our top ten Cillian Murphy moments. Don’t forget to like and subscribe!” 
AN: Yes, I did transcribe his whole acceptance speech. No further questions.
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An Illicit Affair
Part Four: Mistakes
Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)
Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity
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You wanted this just as much as he did, if not even more and, with that in mind, you stripped off your dress and let pool on the bathroom floor, leaving just you in just your bra and panties. Then you opened the door, pretending to be confident while, internally, you were more nervous than ever before.
"Fuck," Cillian whispered hoarsely as soon as he saw you standing at the threshold, wearing nothing but black lace lingerie.
His eyes widened, scanning every inch of your body from head to toe, appreciating your curves, your toned legs, and the way your cleavage peeked out from underneath your lacy bra.
His pupils dilated visibly, his jaw hanging slack as he approached you. His motions were almost robotic and without thought, making you realize how much he truly wanted this.
"You are a vision," he then breathed, reaching out to trace his finger along your collarbone. "A beautiful, enticing vision," he murmured, his voice strained with desire.
"Is this what you want?" you ought to confirm hesitantly, backing away slightly from his touch.
"Yes, I think so," he confessed, stepping closer until your bodies touched.
"But you are married," you reminded him weakly allowing him the chance to change his mind as you felt his breath fan over your skin. 
"I know," he rasped, his eyes smoldering with lust. "I shouldn't be doing this," he groaned, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. His fingertips grazed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. 
"I know it's wrong," he murmured, his voice quivering slightly. "And yet I want this so badly," he confessed, pressing his lips against your neck, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins.
"I want this too," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him closely. "But we shouldn't," you whimpered, a lump swelling in your throat. "Should we?" you stammered, kissing his cheek lovingly.
"Maybe not," he murmured, his breath fanning your face as you shivered, feeling his warm breath on your skin.
His words resonated within you, echoing your own sentiments. And yet, despite the physical attraction and undeniable chemistry, you couldn't shake off the guilt and apprehension that weighed heavily on your conscience.
"You know, I don't want to cause any trouble for you or your family," you said earnestly, squeezing his hand reassuringly, your voice barely above a whisper as Cillian gazed deeply into your eyes, his brows furrowed.
"I know. We should stop this. Right now," he asserted, his voice quavering.
Despite Cillian's determination, you couldn't help but pull him closer, his scent enveloping you. You felt an inexplicable connection that transcended mere physical attraction. It was deeper and more profound than either of you anticipated and, at this point, something inside him snapped.
Cillian cupped your face, his hands trembling as he pulled you close to finally press his lips against yours. 
Your heart raced as you tasted him, his warm embrace engulfing you in a cloud of forbidden passion as your lips and tongues began to dance in sync with each other.
"I can't believe this is happening," he murmured between kisses, his mouth tasting sweet and intoxicating and you responded by moaning into his mouth while running your fingers through his soft curls.
"I need you," he growled, tugging at your bra strap impatiently.
"Now," he added, biting his lower lip, his eyes locked on your breasts.
You nodded wordlessly, unhooking your bra with a flick of your wrist, tossing it aside. Cillian sucked in a sharp breath, his gaze raking over your naked torso, his cock throbbing beneath his trousers.
"Take off your shirt," you told him, nodding toward his chest.
He hesitated only for a brief second before ripping his shirt over his head, revealing his lean torso dusted in a fine layer of golden freckles and featuring a small patch of chest-hair which was slightly greying. 
"I've always liked your freckles," you murmured, running your fingers over his chest tracing them delicately with your fingertips.
"Ever since I saw you shirtless, at the pool, over year ago," you confessed, your voice wavering slightly. "But lets not talk about the past," you quickly added, biting your lip. 
"Agreed," Cillian sighed, pulling you closer to kiss your neck, sucking and nibbling on your pulse point. The sensation sent electricity surging through your body, igniting a fire in your loins. "Let's take this to the bed," he suggested, his voice husky and eager and you agreed breathlessly, trailing your fingers down his chest, admiring the intricate pattern of freckles dotting his skin.
Guiding you backwards towards the king-sized bed, Cillian maneuvered you until you landed lightly on the soft mattress, sinking into the plush duvet.
Your breath quickened as you watched him undress, removing his pants swiftly, baring his lean, muscular form.
"Beautiful," you murmured, tracing your gaze over his sculpted physique, his erection pressing against his black CK briefs, a testament to his arousal.
"I'd say the same about you," he returned, his words heavy with lust as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you.
You swallowed nervously, his heated breath ghosting over your bare skin, the faint tang of alcohol and mint filling your nostrils.
"I want you so bad," he breathed, his voice rough, the intensity of his stare burning into you like a brand before his lips traced patterns down your chest, stopping at your breasts.
"You're stunning," he murmured before running his tongue over your left nipple gently while moving one of his hands over your thighs, sliding the lace of your panties downwards.
You bit your lip, the anticipation building inside you like a crescendo of unbridled lust. "Show me how much you want me," you challenged him, arching your back as he sucked in a sharp breath, his erection growing harder against his briefs.
Cillian traced his fingers over your abdomen, the tip of his index finger grazing your navel softly before dipping lower. "I've dreamt of this day since I first laid eyes on you," he confessed, his voice husky as he brushed his thumb over your swollen clitoris, causing your hips to buck involuntarily.
"You're driving me wild," you gasped, writhing beneath him as he expertly massaged your sensitive nub.
"Good," Cillian growled, his voice vibrating with arousal, the heat of his breath caressing your earlobe.
Cillian then moved downwards, kissing your stomach before reaching the insides of your thighs tenderly. He removed your panties, peeling them off your legs and tossing them onto the nearby chair. As he ran his fingers along your inner thigh, you could feel a familiar wetness pooling between your legs. You arched your back, thrusting your pelvis upwards, craving the sensation of his touch.
"You're so wet," he observed, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he kissed your inner thigh softly. "Tell me what you want," he urged, his tone hushed but commanding.
Your breath caught in your throat, the raw hunger reflected in his eyes consuming you whole. "I want you to make me cum," you blurted out, your voice low and strained.
Cillian's eyes lit up, a predatory gleam dancing in his irises. "How?" he teased. "How do you want me to make you cum?"
Cillian murmured softly, his breath tickling your sensitive spot, raising goosebumps on your skin.
"I want you to eat me out," you blurted out, surprised at your boldness despite a wave of embarrassment washing over you.
"Now that would be my pleasure," Cillian declared confidently, moving backwards and pulling you towards the edge of the bed before kneeling on the floor between your spread legs. He stared at your swollen vulva hungrily, his eyes shining with lust.
"I can't wait to taste you," he groaned, his eyes fixed on your swollen labia.
You squirmed beneath him, the anticipation building with every passing second. "Please," you pleaded, your voice barely audible. "I need it so bad," you whimpered, grinding your hips against the sheets.
Cillian smiled wickedly, his eyes shining with excitement. "With pleasure," he murmured, leaning in closer.
He parted your moist folds with his thumbs, savoring the unique scent of your arousal.
His eyes sparkled with excitement as he lowered his mouth to your pulsing clitoris. He swirled his tongue around it, flicking it gently. Your body reacted instinctively, your hips bucking upward, seeking more contact.
"Ah!" you cried out, unable to contain the pleasurable sensation that shot through your nerves. "Oh God, that feels amazing," you moaned, clutching the sheets tightly as you writhed beneath him.
Cillian chuckled softly, his voice husky as you moaned his name.
He plunged his tongue deep into your slick entrance, probing you relentlessly. You screamed in ecstasy, thrashing your head from side to side. He moved in slow circles, your inner walls clamping down on his invading tongue.
"You taste so fucking good," he muttered, slurping up your juices greedily. "You're dripping wet, baby," he groaned, his voice low and strained. 
His tongue delved deeper, exploring every crevice of your sex as you writhed beneath him, your moans growing louder. He sucked on your clit, drawing it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it while squeezing your asscheeks roughly. You screamed in pleasure, your pussy convulsing around his tongue desperately.
"Oh, God!" you yelled, your nails digging into the sheets. "Don't stop!" The pressure built within you, threatening to erupt in a tidal wave of pleasure.
"Keep going," you demanded, panting heavily. "Please, don't stop," you begged, clawing at the sheet beneath you.
Your fingers dug into the bedding, your breaths becoming ragged as she fought to regain control amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. You tried to suppress the desperate cries escaping your lips, but they slipped out regardless, punctuating the silence of the dimly lit bedroom.
The muscles in your thighs contracted, quivering as you struggled to remain still, resisting the mounting urge to buck wildly beneath him.
However, Cillian was relentless, mercilessly devouring your essence as he expertly probed your depths, forcing you to submit completely to his dominance. His tongue danced around your throbbing clit, tormenting you with exquisite pleasure. 
"I am so close," you panted, your grip tightening on the sheets.
"Then cum for me, baby," Cillian urged, his voice vibrating with urgency.
His skilled tongue worked tirelessly, flicking, lapping, and sucking at your sensitive bud. Each movement brought you closer to the brink, your body quivering with anticipation.
"Oh, yes Cillian, Fuck," you moaned, your hips bucking wildly as you arched your back off the bed.
"I'm gonna cum," you screamed, your voice echoing in the silent room.
Your body shook uncontrollably, your heart thumping loudly in your chest.
Cillian chuckled softly, his voice husky as a ripple of orgasm washed over you. You screamed, your voice cracking with ecstasy as your body convulsed in waves of pleasure.
Cillian reveled in your reaction, his lips glistening with your juices as he lifted his head, smiling triumphantly.
"That was incredible," you managed to utter, catching your breath while Cillian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning broadly.
"Thank you," he said humbly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I had fun too," he added with a wink, prompting you to roll your eyes playfully.
"You really know how to work magic with your tongue," you complimented him, propping yourself up on your elbows and watching him intently as he crawled eagerly up the bed towards you.
"I suppose I had years of practice," he teased, brushing a strand of hair from your face affectionately while you reached for the bulge in his briefs, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I hope you won't mind if I return the favor," you coaxed him seductively, biting your lip as you stroked his length suggestively.
"Not at all," he replied eagerly, his breathing shallow as he grabbed his briefs with shaking hands, struggling to remove them hastily.
"Let me help you with that," you offered, pushing him onto his back before helping him to pull off his briefs and leaving him fully exposed before you.
Cillian gazed up at you helplessly, his erection standing tall and firm, his balls drawn tight and heavy.
"Fuck," he muttered, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I haven't been this hard in years," he confessed, his voice low and strained.
"Don't worry," you assured him, taking hold of his shaft firmly. "I'll take care of this for you," you promised, running your hands over his length before you shifted downward, positioning your mouth over his tip.
Cillian let out a sharp, surprised intake of breath, his body stiffening as you encircled his erection with your lips, your tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.
"Oh fuck," he moaned aloud, his fingers digging into the sheets. "Just like that," he encouraged, thrusting himself into your mouth.
You maintained steady suction around his rigid flesh, applying just enough pressure to ensure a perfect fit while alternating between sucking and licking.
Your pace gradually increased in rhythmic harmony with Cillian's escalating moans, matching the tempo of his rising excitement.
"Uh, that feels amazing," Cillian groaned, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Oh, yeah, right there," he panted, arching his back as you licked his crown delicately.
You listened attentively to his reactions, adjusting your technique accordingly. You slid your tongue around his veined rod, tasting the pre-cum oozing from his slit.
You moaned softly, enjoying the musky flavor of his arousal. With each lick, Cillian's moans grew louder, his hips bucking involuntarily. You took him deeper, swallowing half of his length before pulling back and sucking hard on his sensitive head.
"Jesus," Cillian groaned, his voice strained. "You're killing me," he whimpered, clutching onto the sheets. "Slow down, I might not last long if you keep going like this," he warned, his breathing ragged.
"That's alright. Just let go. We've got all night, and you can cum more than once, can't you?" you paused, searching for the right words.
"Of course I can," he managed to utter, his voice cracking slightly.
"Mmm, that's good," you purred, your voice muffled as you continued to suck and lap at his cock expertly. "In that case, I plan on milking you dry," you teased, pausing briefly to glance up at him sultrily.
Cillian groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head, his erection throbbing in your mouth.
"Y-you are going to make me cum," he panted, thrusting his hips into your mouth desperately. The sight of his struggle filled you with a strange sense of power, and you sucked and licked at his cock harder, determined to bring him to his knees.
"Oh, f-fuck," he moaned, the sounds of your combined efforts mingling together into a symphony of pleasure. 
"God, yes," he moaned, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly while thrusting his hips into your mouth frantically.
You held onto his shaft with both hands, your lips wrapped tightly around his base. Your tongue swirled around his crown, flicking his most sensitive spots repeatedly. His cock pulsed in your mouth, throbbing with anticipation. You sensed his growing tension, his moans becoming louder and more urgent.
"So good," he whimpered, thrusting deeper into your mouth. He moaned loudly, his eyes squeezed shut, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets.
"So fucking good," he repeated, his voice strained and raw.
You slowed down, letting him savor the feeling of your hot, wet mouth enveloping his throbbing member. You laved and sucked him gently, enjoying the taste of his precum.
"What are you doing to me?" he gasped, his hips involuntarily bucking against your grasp while you were licking his cockhead with a teasing stroke.
His whole body seemed to shudder, his erection throbbing in your mouth. You eased up, letting go of the pressure, allowing his cock to slide effortlessly across your tongue.
"I didn't expect it to be this intense," he admitted, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
"Why wouldn't it be?" you taunted back, relishing the feeling of complete control over a man like Cillian. "I've been dreaming about this moment for a while," you confessed, pulling his erection out of your mouth abruptly as you watched his face contort in agony.
"Ah, please don't stop," he begged, squirming uncomfortably before thrusting his erection back into your willing mouth.
Your lips formed a tight seal around his throbbing member as you flicked your tongue rapidly, swirling it around his sensitive underside, lapping up his salty precum eagerly.
"Fuck," he groaned again, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth until he could not hold it anymore and you released him, swallowing the generous load of cum he produced with practiced ease. You looked up at him, wiping some excess semen from your chin with the back of your hand.
"How did that feel?" you asked him casually, enjoying the way his chest heaved up and down with exhaustion.
"Like a fucking dream come true," he grinned, pulling you up and pressing his lips against yours, tasting the remnants of his seed on your tongue, causing you to moan in suprise.
You had not expected him to kiss you like this shortly after he came in your mouth but, clearly, he was unbothered by it; on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it even more.
As you tasted the remnants of his seed, your heart hammered violently against your chest, while you melted into his embrace. His lips, though warm, seemed to carry a different kind of warmth - a warmth fueled by the sexual satisfaction you gave him. The idea made you flush with pride and pleasure.
The way Cillian looked at you now—with admiration and desire—made you feel incredibly powerful. This wasn't just about the sex; it was about control, confidence, and knowing that you could get anything you wanted and that included a night full of heated sex.
"You have no idea how badly I needed that," Cillian whispered, his lips still lingering on yours.
You grinned, your heart still pounding against your chest. "It looks like we're both getting what we want tonight, aren't we?"
Cillian nodded, his eyes dark and hungry. "Definitely," he murmured, pushing you down onto the bed and covering your body with his own.
The air in the room crackled with tension, thickened by the smell of sweat and sex. Your heart rate gradually normalized while Cillian's arm snaked around your waist, holding you close to his chest.
"Don't you need a break?" you asked Cillian, noting the satisfied smile on his face.
"A break?" Cillian echoed, looking down at you incredulously. There was a hint of amusement in his voice as he leaned forwards, resting his weight on his elbow to look down at you, his blue eyes glittering with mirth as he guided one of your hands to his swollen cock. 
"Oh my god. You are so hard again already," you marveled seeing that he had cum inside your mouth less than five minutes ago. "Looks like you're ready for round two," you teased, wrapping your fingers around his engorged cock, feeling it throbbing feverishly under your touch.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of this," Cillian groaned, his voice low and raspy. "I never thought I'd be able to experience something like this, especially with someone as beautiful as you," he admitted, his gaze sweeping over your body, making you blush under his scrutiny.
"Oh stop it, you could literally have anyone you want," you scoffed, your cheeks heating up from his compliments.
"Not anyone," he groaned. "Despite, you are confident, sexy, and smart. It's intoxicating," he insisted, his voice dropping to a whisper, by which point you could feel the tip of his member against your wet folds. 
"Cillian," you gasped, throwing your head back, releasing a soft moan. You couldn't believe how much his words resonated with you, nor how strongly you desired this man. "I need you inside of me," you murmured, arching your back invitingly to allow him access.
Cillian wasted no time. He grasped your hips tightly and carefully inserted the head of his cock into your wet entrance, teasing you with only the tip.
"Please, Cillian," you whined, arching your back and spreading your legs wider, practically begging for him to fill you up. Yet, he simply smirked and kept thrusting in and out of you, barely penetrating you enough to give you any relief.
This game quickly turned into torture for you, but it was exactly what you needed.
The teasing, the anticipation, and the pure desperation of wanting him inside you made everything ten times more thrilling.
Every nerve-ending in your body was alive and buzzing with electric energy, begging for release.
"Stop teasing me," you pleaded, your voice hoarse with desperation and, immediately, he stopped and his blue eyes locked on yours, filled with a mixture of lust and amusement. "I need you inside of me. I am begging you,"  you whined, your voice cracking with desperation and, finally, Cillian obliged.
He gripped your hips tightly and slowly pushed himself further into your wet entrance, easing you open.
You felt an overwhelming rush of pleasure course through your entire body as his erection breached your entrance, straining against your tight tunnel. He pulled back slightly, then thrust back in, and you let out a guttural cry of pleasure and pain.
"Oh, God," you gasped, your voice breaking as a wave of intense pleasure overwhelmed you.
Cillian responded with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling you completely, his cock stretching your tunnel wide.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Take it all in," he encouraged, grabbing your hips and guiding your movements, controlling the depth and speed of his penetration.
"You are so tight," he groaned, burying his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your shoulder lightly. "I could lose myself in you forever," he breathed out, his voice low and heated.
"God, I feel so full," you gasped, arching your back as he continued to pump his erection into you ruthlessly.
"Your cock feels amazing in me," you groaned, your voice thick with lust while Cillian adjusted his position before reaching down in between you to rub your clit roughly.
"Ooh," you yelped, your whole body jolting in response as a sudden burst of pleasure coursed through you. "Fuck," you exhaled, feeling Cillian's erection stretch you wide open, his thick cock throbbing and swelling inside you, filling you to capacity.
"Are you going to cum inside me?" you moaned, the heat pooling between your legs intensifying with every thrust.
"Do you want me to?" he asked, the roughness of his voice sending tremors down your spine. He pulled out almost entirely, leaving only the swollen head of his member nestled inside your wet channel, the broad ridge rubbing tantalizingly against your clit. Then, he surged back inside you, thrusting deeply, claiming your body with each entry.
"Oh god yes!" you screamed. "I want you to cum inside of me!" you moaned, reaching up to run your fingers through Cillian's hair. He grabbed your wrists, pulling your arms above your head and pinning them to the mattress before picking up speed.
"I am so close," you whimpered, your body shaking uncontrollably beneath him.
"I can feel it," Cillian groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper as he finally brought you to climax.
You threw your head back, screaming loudly and gripping the sheets tightly as you orgasmed, your pussy clenching around his cock forcefully, causing Cillian to loose control also.
"Fuck, Y/N," he grunted, his hips bucking wildly, his cock pulsing inside you as he spurted streams of hot cum deep inside you. You moaned loudly, your body jerking beneath him as you soaked up his seed before, finally, he collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. "That was incredible," he panted, kissing your forehead tenderly.
You sighed contentedly, enjoying the feel of his warm skin pressed against yours.
"This was the best sex I ever had," you whispered, closing your eyes and basking in the aftermath of your shared passion.
"Had?" Cillian chuckled, his breath tickling your ear as he nuzzled behind your earlobe before trailing kisses along your jawline. "I am not done with you yet," he murmured, his voice dripping with promise.
He kissed you deeply, slipping his tongue past your parted lips, dancing and entwining with yours and, with that, you did spent the next two hours entangled in a blissful and passionate lovemaking session that left you breathless and utterly satisfied. 
It was around 4 o'clock in the morning when, finally, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, completely satiated and drained.
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You woke up the next morning to the sound of his alarm clock ringing loudly, prompting you to toss and turn.
"Ugh," you groaned, turning onto your side, trying to shield your eyes from the bright sunlight streaming through the window, but your efforts were futile. 
You rubbed your eyes, waking up slowly as you noticed that Cillian was already awake, sitting up and staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
You watched him quietly, curious about what was on his mind. Eventually, he noticed you watching him and smiled sheepishly.
"Are you having regrets?" you asked Cillian, who remained quiet and expressionless, deep in thought as you traced circles on his bare back, causing him to turn around. 
"No, I'm not regretting last night," he reassured you, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "But I know things will change after today." Cillian spoke softly, caressing your cheek lovingly. "We shouldn't have let it happen," he said. 
"I know," you respond hesitantly, feeling guilty. "So, I take it that I won't see you again after this?" you asked Cillian, feeling a lump forming in your throat.
His expression hardened, and he looked away, avoiding eye contact. 
"No," he finally answered, his voice strained. "I am sorry, but I am married. I have responsibilities. And my wife is not exactly a forgiving woman," he explained, and you stared at him, your heart sinking.
You knew you should have expected this, but hearing it from his mouth hurt more than you had anticipated. "I understand," you whispered nonetheless, feeling defeated before Cillian laid back down, staring at you in silence for a few moments.
"Max can never find out about this," he stated matter-of-factly, interrupting the deafening silence. "He would never forgive me," he added, his voice low and somber.
"Well, I won't tell him about us if you don't," you agreed, a bitter taste in your mouth.
"It's not fair to him," Cillian said, looking down at the blankets. 
"No, it isn't," you agreed, feeling a heavy knot form in your stomach. "But it was a mutual drunk decision we made and there is literally no point dwelling on it now," you reminded him, reaching out to caress his face, in response of which he kissed you deeply one last time.
To be continued...
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"My life is very simple. I read a lot of books. I watch a lot of movies. Listen to a lot of music. Walk the dog. Cook. Be with my family."
-Cillian Murphy
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shelbystales · 7 months
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Stay - One Shot
Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist
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Word count: 4532
Requested by: @morrigan-crowmwell
Summary: Tommy realizes that despite him trying to avoid it, he loves and needs you.
Warning: angst, fluff and rough smut with dirty talk?
A/N: This was inspired by a brazilian song called "evidências", as requesteted. I hope you like it😘 .
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes
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He entered forcefully, pushing the door of your room open like a hurricane.
"Stop it," he ordered, pointing his finger at you.
You glanced at him, but your hands kept busy, packing your bags, shoving clothes into a bag that was clearly struggling to fit even half your dresses.
"I told you to stop," he said, approaching you and closing shut the door of your small wardrobe.
"Make me," you said irritably, trying to force the door open, but his hand on top of it prevented the process.
You rolled your eyes and carried on, your determined hands struggling with the stubborn zipper. You tried to wrestle the wardrobe open once again, a frown deepening on your face, but just as before, his hand on it prevented your success.
You sighed loudly, grabbing your bag from the bed and headed toward the door, ready to leave the scene.
He grabs your wrist firmly, preventing you from reaching the door, stopping you from leaving.
"Let me go!" you shout and struggle against his grip, but he doesn't let go of your wrist. His gaze seemed disturbed like he was out of himself. "Are you drunk?" you ask, pulling your hand, hating the fact that he's stronger than you.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks, and you clearly notice the knot in his throat.
"Tommy, you're hurting me," you say as the strength of his grip on your wrist becomes stronger.
"You can't do this. You can’t leave me" he says.
"Why do you care?" you ask angrily, pulling your wrist as you feel he loosened his grip on it and took a step back.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of frustration and desperation. He runs his fingers through his hair, a sign of his internal struggle.
“Tommy, what the fuck? You can't just barge in like this and do this” you said angrily
he swallowed harshly and looked around the room, the same room he had been with you many many nights before. The same room where he sleep nestled against your neck, smelling your scent to prevent his fucking nightmares. The same room he told you he couldn’t be with you, that he didn't want to be with you. The same room he broke your fucking heart. 
“It’s not fair,” you added, letting go of your bag to fall loudly to the floor. 
“Fair?” he chuckled “life isn’t fair” he said frustrated. 
His response only fueled your anger.
It felt like he was dismissing your feelings, brushing them aside with his cynicism. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him with a mixture of irritation and hurt.
"Life isn't fair? Is that all you have?" you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
Tommy clenched his jaw, his fists curling at his sides. His eyes held a storm of conflicting emotions – regret, anger, and an undeniable pain that seemed to cut through his tough exterior.
"It's not like that, ey" he said, his voice strained. "I never wanted any of this to happen."
"Oh, so it's not your fault then?" you retorted, your tone dripping with bitterness “you stood right there” you pointed at one side of the room “and you told me you couldn’t fucking love me anymore! Like, what the fuck! Poor misunderstood Tommy Shelby… you wanted me to beg? to do what?! To run after you like a fucking dog. To beg for your love. Was that it? Tell me, what did you want?”, you couldn't restrain the anger in your voice
He winced, as if your words were a physical blow. You could see the pain in his eyes, a flicker of regret that he was desperately trying to hide. But it was too late for that – the dam had broken, and the flood of pent-up emotions was pouring out
“That’s because I love you” he said, making you laugh in disbelief 
“Fuck you!” you barked at him
“When I said i didn’t want you anymore, thats because I still fucking do” he spat out.
“What? Are you bloody high?” you shook your head 
He seemed to search inside for the right words. It was clear he was struggling.
“I can't let you leave” he stated
“Its not up to you” you answered coldly
“I will blow every road out of this damn city if I have to, drown every boat. But you are not leaving, eh” he warned, his finger raised, pointing at you as a warning sign
“I hate you so much right now” you whispered, your words seeming to have an effect on him. He breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling of your room
"Look, I know I messed up," he admitted, his voice quieter now.
"You damn right you did," you said, your anger still burning hot.
His frustration crackled in the air like an electric current. Everything was spiraling out of control, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. He watched as you challenged him, your voice a mix of irritation and hurt. It was a pain he was intimately familiar with, one he had tried to distance himself from.
He knew he was the architect of his own misery. The moment he let himself care, truly care for you, he had opened the door to chaos. His heart, so carefully guarded, now laid exposed and vulnerable.
He took a step closer to you, his gaze intense, burning with a mixture of what you assumed to be anger and fear.
His heart raced in his chest, each beat a reminder of what he stood to lose. He wanted to grab you, to shake some sense into you, to break down the walls he had built between you.
But his hand remained at his side, clenched into a fist. He could feel the heat of his anger pulsating through him, but it was masked by an even greater terror - the terror of losing you.
"You think I wanted this?" he finally spat out, his voice raw. "You think I wanted to hurt you?"
You didn't answer, your eyes locked onto his, a mixture of defiance and something deeper.
He ran a hand through his hair, the usually impeccable locks now disheveled, mirroring the chaos inside him. Every step he took seemed to carry the weight of his uncertainty, his fear of losing something he hadn't realized he'd grown so dependent on.
"This is bloody ridiculous. I can't do this, alright? I can't bloody bear the thought of you walking away," he muttered to himself, his voice taut with frustration.
His gaze flickered to the door, as if half-expecting you to disappear beyond it any second. The very idea seemed to send a jolt of panic through him.
"You drive me mad!" he said, his voice rising in agitation.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing uneven as his gaze darted around the room, searching for some form of escape from the vulnerability clawing at him.
"I've denied it, tried to pretend I didn't need you, that I could bloody well do without you," he admitted, "but I need you," he practically spat out, the words almost foreign on his tongue. "More than I care to fucking admit. You're under me skin, in me bloody bones, and I'm terrified of what that means. I’ve tried but I can't fool me heart, I can't keep lying to meself” 
His voice cracked, the dam of his emotions threatening to break completely.
The room felt stifling, a cage that held him captive with his own fears. Tears welled up in your eyes, the battle between your anger and your love for him raging within you. You took a shaky breath, your own vulnerability exposed.
"You can't leave," he said, his voice low but laced with a desperation that belied his usual composure. "I won't let you. I can't." His admission hung in the air, raw and unfiltered.
Tommy's agitation reached a fever pitch, his body tense, his eyes wide with a mix of anger, fear, and something deeper that he struggled to name.
He couldn't let you go – not now, not ever. The very idea of you slipping through his fingers was enough to shatter his carefully constructed world.
You stared back at him, the weight of his words sinking in.
A mixture of anger and hurt still lingered within you, the wounds of his past actions still fresh. But now, in this charged moment, you could see that he was baring his soul to you.
You didn’t know what to do, what to say. part of you wanted to shout at him, to slap him to push him to the floor and kick his guts… but at the same time, part of you wanted to run to his arms, to kiss him, hold him strongly… truthfully, Your heart ached as you watched him struggle
You stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His eyes followed your movement, a mix of anticipation and apprehension in his gaze.
Your hand reached out, your fingers gently uncurling his clenched fist, the gesture a silent reassurance.
"I can't lose you," he choked out, his voice a mere whisper, his eyes searching yours for some form of understanding.
"I don't want to leave," you admitted softly, your voice breaking “but… you can't just come in here and say all of that after causing me so much pain. The past won't just disappear, Tommy. You can't just expect me to forget everything and come running back."
He shook his head, his hand shifting to cup your cheek, his touch warm against your skin. "I'm not asking you to forget," he said, his voice gentle but urgent. "I'm asking for a chance. A chance to make things right, eh? to show you how much you mean to me. I know I fucked up. But I need you, I need your lips on mine." His thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip. "I’ll give you my life, you can do whatever you want with it. I just want to hear you say yes, that you'll give me a chance to fix it. To fix us."
You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, torn between the memories of pain and the yearning for something more.
His thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped your eye, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"Tommy… I…," you whispered, losing your words. 
His gaze bore into yours, his thumb now tracing a path from your cheek to your lips, a feather-light touch that ignited a spark within you. His eyes were filled with a mixture of sincerity and vulnerability, a stark contrast to the tough exterior he often presented to the world.
"Say you'll give us a chance," he murmured, his words hanging in the air like a fragile plea.
His hands still cupped your face, his touch warm against your skin. His eyes danced between your lips and your eyes, a silent request for permission.
Your heart hammered in your chest, the battle between your head and your heart reaching its peak.
His touch, his words, they were like a balm to your wounded soul. And in that moment, you found yourself leaning in, your lips just a breath away from his.
"Tommy," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I want to believe you."
His eyes held yours, a mixture of relief and longing in his gaze. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his lips brushed against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss.
The kiss was short and when his eyes locked on yours again. his hand cradled your cheek, his thumb tracing light patterns on your skin as if he didn't want to let go.
You took a deep breath, embracing your own vulnerability. "Tommy, I…I can't go through the same pain again. I won’t forgive you again"
“You won’t need to” he reaffirmed, his voice unwavering. His thumb kept brushing your cheek.
You nodded slowly, feeling a mix of apprehension and hope you gave him a small smile, trying to give him some comfort. As response, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a tight embrace, His heartbeat thudded against you. 
It was like a weight lifted off both your shoulders, replaced by a warm sense of security. You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest.
His fingers played with your hair, his touch gentle and soothing.
There, in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe in the possibility of healing.
He pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head and breathed deeply your scent, a scent that soothed him as a reminder of home.
“I love you” he whispered in your ears
“Fuck… I love you too” you said holding stronger onto him.
He pulled even estronger, his arms pressed strongly against you as if he was afraid you would slip away
As his arms held you close, his aftershave and Cologne mixture scent mingled with the warmth of his skin, enveloping your senses in a heady combination. Your fingers traced the contours of his chest, feeling the texture of his skin under your touch.
His fingers, which had been tracing patterns on your back, now ventured lower, roaming over your ass, his touch light and teasing.
His lips brushed against your forehead, a soft and lingering kiss that held a promise of more.
Your breath hitched as his fingers trailed along your spine, sending a trail of tingling sensations.
You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of anticipation and a touch of apprehension.
"Tommy," you murmured, your voice barely audible, but laden with unspoken desire.
He swallowed audibly, his eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored your own. His fingers moved from your back to gently lift your chin, tilting your face up towards his and then his lips were on yours, a kiss that ignited a fire within you.
His lips moved against yours with a fervent passion, his hands sliding down to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer.
Your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as you responded to his kiss with equal fervor.
His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the curve of your neck, placing soft kisses along the way. Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed your skin, sending a jolt of sensation straight to your core. Every touch, every brush of his lips, was a delicious torment that fueled the growing heat between you.
"Fuck, I've missed you," he breathed against your skin, his voice husky with desire.
The confession sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity of his words adding fuel to the fire burning within you. Your fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with a sense of urgency. His hands mirrored your actions, working together, desperately to rid each other of the barriers that separated your bodies.
As the last button came undone, his shirt, suit and gunholster slipped from his shoulders, revealing his bare chest.
Your fingertips traced the lines of his tattoos, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each ragged breath.
Your dress was eventually discarded to the floor along with his clothes. You felt so desperate for him, both almost ripping each other's clothes off like animals.
Leaning against the wall across him there was a full-body-length mirror giving him a perfect vision of your ass, and back as he moved his kisses around your neck and shoulders.
He put a hand on your ass and caressed it softly before drawing his hand back and spanking it hard. The slap was sharp and loud in the small bedroom and it mixed with your moan. You dug your nails on his back.
“You're so fucking hot,” he said, noticing the skin of your ass becoming pinkish forming his handprint, moving to the other cheek, he squeezed it once, before slapping it just as hard.
He didn’t lose time, his lips met yours, sliding desperately.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to express all the longing you had held back. The taste of him, the pressure of his lips moving against yours, were like fuel.
With a swift and confident movement, he scooped you up in his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his lower back as he carried you effortlessly towards the bed, where he gently placed you against the sheets. His lips never leaving yours.
He pinning you to the bed, kissing you with even more passion as he pressed his aching dick into your body through fhe fabric of his pants and briefs.
With your arms pinned against the bed, he started kissing your neck and kissing his way down to your breasts, and began to circle one of your nipples with his tongue.
“oh, Tommy. Fuck” you moaned as he closed his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it firmly.
He kissed your collar bone and moved to your earlobe, biting it playfully. 
“Tell me how bad do you want it” he whispered, his voice hoarse
“I want it so fucking bad. Fuck, i need it” you moaned
Tommy slid his pants off as if his life depended on it, his briefs slipping off along with it.
He flipped your body so that your stomach was pressing against the mattress. A movement that he did so effortlessly. Giving him the perfect view of your ass, which, according to him, was the most beautiful part of your body. 
He took his hand and gave your ass another firm slap, before firmly grabbing both yout asscheeks and spreading them apart. 
“So fucking beautifull” he praised. 
he leaned over you, his face now close to yours, where he left a few kisses on your cheek. his mouth right next to your ear again, just because he knew that turned you on. 
“I going to fuck you real good, ey” he said, his hands sliding between your legs, a finger sliding inside of you.
“Please” you moaned, spreading your legs a bit more apart
He stood back up, so that he could rub his dick against your asscheeks a few times before positioning it against your wet folds, leaning slightly, applying more and more pressure as he adjusted his posture before completely sliding inside of you. 
“Fuck, yes” you moaned as you felt him  inside of you. 
He reached one of his hands to hold at your shoulders, while the other reached one of your arms, pulling it to your back, holding you firmly as he started pounding nice and hard against you.
With every stroke you felt him deeper, moans left your lips involuntarily. His name eventually mixed with the sensual sounds leaving your lips, making Tommy wish you’d never stop. Every moan serving as a fuel for his hard thrusts to get harder and deeper
“Fuck, fuck… Tommy. Oh fuck” you moaned and felt the same strong slap on your left asscheek, then on your right “yes! just like that” you told him
Everytime your perfectly red ass pressed against his hip bones his mind took mental pictures, he would be daydreaming about you like this for the next few days. This, you… was exactly what he needed. The only one he needed. 
“You like it, hm?” he asked breathlessly as he slapped your ass one more time
“Yes, yes I do” you told him, biting your lower lip. 
“Fuck you feel so good” he let his head fall back, momentarily taking his eyes off you. “Tell me, y/n. Tell me you love it”
“I love it Tommy. God, I love your fucking cock so so much. Fuck just like that” your words spit out so quickly, desperate for him not to stop.
He held at your hips pulling them against him everytime he thrusted, making the movement rougher by the minute. 
You were feeling so overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you that the orgasm that washed over you was inevitable. It wasn't common but vaginal orgasms happened once in a while with you, making you impressed everytime it did. 
“Fuck! I coming, i’m coming” you told him, as the orgasm washed over you, your face buried on the duvets
Without letting you recover from it, he pulled out and rolled you over to your back, your tits now reaching up, hard for him. He leaned over to kiss one of them as he pinched the other one hard.
“Fuck!” you cried at the feeling 
He then laid beside you, pulling your hips to him as he did “Get up here and sit on me”, he said and you slowly stumbled upwards to mount him. 
Your head spinning slightly, out of breath as you were still feeling the effects of pleasure course through your veins. As you got on top of him you held his cock, stroking it a few times before directing it to your entrance and slowly lowering your hip, sliding his cock back inside of you, where it belonged. 
“Fuck yes, ride that cock, real nice” he said as your hips moved back and forward. Tommys eyes were a combination of lust and admiration as he looked up to your bouncing tits and moaning lips. 
Both your moans filled the room and you could feel his body shake slight from the pleasure building up at every hip movement. He reached to hold both your nipples, pinching and twisting them, making the pleasure harder to handle as your legs started to feel weaker. 
Tommy leaned upwards pushing your hips against him, dictating the intensity of the moves as he was now working with you, his hips moving up, as yours pressed down on his. 
“Fuck, i’m getting close” He muttered 
“Me too, oh god. me too” you told him and took your fingers to start caressing your clit as you continued the movements, feeling the knot in your stomach starting to grow stronger. 
“Yeah, Just like that, ride that, fucking, cock” he said pausing between words everytime his hips pressed up. 
His grip tighter on your hips, his eyes fucking you as the most lustfull moan escaped his lips, his primal instincs taking over as he moved up, throwing your back against the bed as he started to fuck you faster and harder than ever before. His grunts, getting deeper and louder. 
“Fuck! Don’t stop, don't stop! Fuuuck” You cried surprised at the new feeling. Your nails digging at whatever piece of flesh of his you could grab hold, scratching his skin. 
You were already so close and his attack just made everything more intense, the knot that was forming before, was already strong and ready to explode. But for some reason it didn't, it just kept growing and growing.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good” he told you out of breath, his atack on your nipples returning as one of his hands pinchend and twisted them. 
All you could do at this point was moan the words fuck repeatedly, your body starting to shiver. Your moans were turning him on so hard you knew he wouldn't last longer.
“Fuck, so close, so close. Don’t stop” you warned him,seconds before your body freezing as the best orgasm washed over you, your head spinning, a burning feeling washed over around your entire body as your skin felt hotter.
The sexiest moans leaving your lips followed by Tommys name, and that combined with your shivering state, was enough to push him over the edge. He couldn't hold anymore, a primal grunt escaped his lips and his moves got uncoordinated as he emptied himself inside of you, coming so hard he thought he would pass out, his vision getting blurred. After a few more strokes, he allowed himself to collapse on the bed beside you. 
"Holy shit," he whispered, his voice still tinged with disbelief and desire as he caught his breath.
The room was silent now, just the sound of your labored breathing filling it as you both recovered. Your labored breaths began to synchronize, creating a rhythm that seemed to echo the connection between you. 
Tommy's fingers brushed against your skin, as he moved to kiss your neck and collarbone. His touch, now gentle and caring.
His hand cupped your face, his fingers caressing your hair as he gazed into your eyes. You smiled at him and he smiled back, a small smile, but a huge one for a man like him.
“That was something” your voice laced with a mixture of amazement and satisfaction.
His chuckle resonated in the room, a sound that felt like a secret shared between the two of you, since not many would ever hear the sound of a Tommy’s Shelby chuckle
“Yes it was… Want a cigarette?” he asked and you nodded, watching him stand up and grab his overcoat, searching for his pack of cigarettes. 
He found his pack and lit one cigarette. The sight of him, half hard as he slid the cigarette over his lips before lighting it felt like the sexiest thing you’ve seen. The flicker of the cigarette illuminated his features in the dim light, casting shadows that danced across his face.
Slowly, he began to approach you, his eyes fixed on yours. He held your chin gently, making you sit, his fingers warm against your skin, as he took a drag from the cigarette. The smoke curled between his lips before he leaned in, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. The act was surprisingly intimate, making your core tinkle. 
He took another drag from the cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours as he sat beside you. The air seemed charged with electricity as he exhaled, the smoke curling around you both like a fragile veil. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned closer, his lips a whisper away from yours.
"You're something else, you know that?" he murmured, his voice husky with a mixture of arousal and admiration as he held your face and kissed you, feeling the taste of the smoke on his lips.
"You're not so bad yourself," you replied, your voice a low murmur .
His lips curved into a half-smile, the playfulness in his eyes contrasting with the intensity of his gaze. The cigarette rested between his fingers, forgotten for the moment as his focus remained solely on you.
the intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, he was fucking you with his eyes. your lips finally met in a hungry, passionate kiss, his lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own, a craving for each other almost as if you hadn’t spent the last minutes fucking eachother senseless. 
As the kiss deepened, his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. 
When your lips finally parted, breathless and flushed, his words reached your ears like a plea. "Don't you ever think of leaving again."
You met his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the depth of his fear and desire. The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, the intensity of the moment a testament to the connection you shared.
"I won't," you whispered, your voice laced with determination. "But you have to promise me something too." His brow furrowed slightly, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he waited for your words. "Promise me that you won’t shut me out again," you said, your voice soft but firm. "No more pushing me away, Tommy. If we're going to do this, to really make it work, you have to be all in."
He studied you for a moment, his gaze searching your face as if trying to decipher every emotion you were feeling. And then, with a nod, he gave you a small, genuine smile.
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gretelshelby · 8 months
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Fuck, me.
These crazy eyes are all I really need 😩
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Cillian Murphy in Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) - The Dark Knight Rises (2012)
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Predicament
Pairing- Cillian Murphy and Reader - Not based on real life. Thank you for your support, would love to hear your thoughts!
Summary- Cillian and Y/n are co-workers, working on Peaky Blinders. You are playing his love interest.
Warnings- 18*, mentions of sexual behaviour, swearing.
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"Closed set!" your Director Anthony's voice boomed, across the bedroom. "How many times? We need to get this done," You hid the small smile on your lips, it had been a long day. And you could tell he was getting irritated.
You caught eyes with Cillian, who was also smiling over at you. Crossing the room, he came to a stop beside you. You could smell his aftershave, just a hint of musk. "We better get this right, hmm?" he stated lowly, raising an eyebrow.
Cillian had to undress you, from your underwear. Then, you had the sex scene to simulate.
Nodding, you popped a mint into your mouth. Wanting to get rid of the taste, of the endless coffees you had drained today. Wanting to taste fresh. For him.
"We have done a few of them, this week," you replied, feeling a rush of embarrassment form on your cheeks.
Cillian was a more experienced actor, than yourself. Sex scenes and nude scenes didn't faze him. But, you still got nervous. Though you realised how lucky you were, to have this role. And how you were the envy of many women, all around the world.
You just had to get on with it.
Noticing he had an air pod in, you looked up at him. "What are you listening to, Cill?" you queried. Trying to keep the atmosphere light, as crew rushed around you. Fixing microphones and lights.
“Feist,” he replied, offering you an AirPod. “I’m trying to pick songs for my Radio Show,” He divulged, instantly feeling awkward. He didn’t want it, to sound Iike he was bragging.
“Ah, you have to play the new Beatles Song surely?” You asked, “I was wondering what you thought of it?”
He grinned, you had been thinking about him, had you?
“It’s a grower, but I’m a Beatles nut, you know? I could listen to Lennon sing the phone book. And I’d be there,” He chuckled deeply, his whole face lighting up as he spoke about music.
“Ready?” The director called out, gesturing for you both to come over.
Your wardrobe assistant stood beside you, waiting for you to remove your thin gown. Underneath your wore stockings, a bra and panties. Cillian stood beside the bed with you.
"You ok?" he asked kindly, making you feel at ease. "It's just us here, that's how you have to think of it,"
Nodding, you slipped the gown off, trying to appear confident. Not feel exposed, with two cameramen, a director, and assistant glaring at you. "Yes," you smiled at him, catching his eyes snaking over you.
"OK, we know what we are doing, yes?" Anthony called out, eager to get started.
"Yes," you replied with Cillian in unison. Both now stood beside the bed, ready for action. Just soaking each other in, building the chemistry.
"Action!" he called out, as the cameras began rolling.
Taking a step closer to you, Cillian pressed his lips on yours. "This what you want, ey?" he asked, in his deep Tommy voice. You would be lying, if you said it didn't send tingles through you. Making your core throb.
“Me to fuck you, ey?" He continued, running his tongue across his full bottom lip.
Following the script, you stood on your tiptoes, leaning against his ear. "What are you waiting for, Mr Shelby?" your whispered, lips grazing against his earlobe.
Stepping closer, he let his fingertips graze up along the length of your spine. Easily unclipping your bra with one hand, pulling at the straps as it landed on the floor. Dipping his head, he pressed feather light kisses over your breasts.
Sinking to his knees, large hands exploring your thighs. Slowly, ever so slowly rolling your stockings down. Exposing your skin, kissing along your stomach. Following the script, you threw your head back letting out a soft moan.
"Cut," the director called, "Let's adjust the light, so we can get onto the bed,"
Standing back up, Cillian smiled at you. Your breathing was becoming faster, being caught up in the moment. The assistant adjusted the sheets, making them look crumpled. You were both to lay on top, with underwear removed.
Although you both wore a genital sheath. To protect your modesty.
Now naked, you both climbed onto the bed. "Cill, you on top first," Anthony directed, as you found a comfortable position. Your breasts pushed against Cillian's chest.
“Action,"
Holding your right thigh, Cillian began to thrust against you. Your arms looped around his neck, kissing intensely. "Giving you what you needed, ey, tell me," he warned lowly, in his Tommy voice. Head dipping into the crook of your neck.
Wrapping your legs around his exposed ass, you gripped him ever closer. "Yes, I need you," you replied, "Ah... yes..."
Your hot breath against his skin, paired with your moans. Was sending the blood rushing straight to his cock. "Hmm please," you moaned again, subtly slipping your tongue against his.
Knowing you could get into trouble. No tongues, that was the rule. You were a risk taker. There was just such a chemistry, between you both.
"Cut!" Anthony called again, "Switch positions,"
As you went to sit up, Cillian grabbed your arm. "Just be careful," he whispered, "Can you erm... just stay close to me,"
"All ok?" the assistant Tracey asked, wondering what was being said.
“I’m in a bit of a predicament,” he whispered to you, a look of fear in his eyes.
You didn't even understand what Cillian meant. Simply smiling, you climbed on top of him. Moving your hips side to side, to adjust your position. Oh... you realised now……..
He was hard, biting you lip, you tried to stop your grin.
A look of panic on Cillian's face, shit think of something else. He warned himself, think of the fucking sky, his dog, anything but this. Anything but being here in this moment. With you. Your full breasts just inches away from him. Hips rocking back and forward, back and forward.
"Action," Anthony called out again. You were now on top, and had to ride him while talking dirty. Becoming more and more confident, scene by scene.
"Hmmm yes," you sighed, throwing your head back, feeling him groping your breasts. Nipples erect, goose bumps painting your skin. “You fuck me so deep, Mr Shelby,"
You were getting turned on, feeling his hard cock underneath you. Wishing this was real....Cillian grabbed your hips, holding you tighter. Both staring into each others eyes, observing the hunger there.
"Cut!" the director yelled, as you bent down to kiss him again. His hands holding your face, also letting his tongue graze against yours. Unaware of the signal to break apart.
"Cut!!" Anthony's voice boomed. “Cut!”
Springing apart, you pulled the sheets around yourself. To find the crew staring at you both. “Erm, Well done, I think we have what we need. You can get dressed,”
Noting Cillian’s expression, you retrieved your gown from the assistant. Handing him the sheet, as you dressed. The crew now beginning to leave, this part of the set.
“We will leave you to get dressed,” you stated, watching Cillian subtly wrap the sheet around him. He was clearly flustered, which you found greatly amusing. After another scene, with a different cast member. You were finished for the day, sitting in your waiting car. You typed out a message ..
“You ok, Cillian? 😈”
He responded quickly,
“Cooled off, now I’m home and had a cold shower,”
You chuckled to yourself, climbing from the car. Thanking your driver, a long hot bath was just what you needed. Walking into your rented apartment, which you used when filming. You kicked your boots off, throwing your bag onto the floor.
Rolling your neck from side to side, trying to ease the pressure.
Strolling through to the kitchen, you felt a presence behind you. Before you could turn, you were pushed up against the breakfast bar. A small yelp spilling from your mouth. The presence behind you, pushing their body against yours.
"Welcome home, baby," he breathed into your ear. "You've been a bad girl, a very bad girl,"
Spinning you around, you met his blue eyes. A smirk on your face, despite Cillian's serious expression. “Guess what?" you whispered, your voice laced in seduction. "I'm not even sorry,"
Letting out a sigh, Cillian shook his head, "Tut, tut, you enjoy it? Making me hard, making me want to fuck you in front of them?" Scooping you up, he placed you onto the breakfast bar. Unzipping your jeans.
Not breaking eye contact.
"You scared, Cill? Scared people will find out about us?" your breath caught in your throat. His fingers roughly pulled your panties, to the side. Spreading your pink lips apart.
All day you had waited for this.
Wanted this....
"No, fuck no," he sighed, eyes flicking down to his hand. Middle finger hooking up inside of you.
"I want the world to know, Y/n," he confessed.
"Ah, shit...." you gasped, feeling your walls gratefully accepting his finger. Wanting him to replace it with his cock. And fuck you hard.
“Know what?"
Kissing you deeply, he pulled back, "You are mine, mine for good. What do you say?”
“I’m yours,” you panted, letting him have you. Happy he wanted to tell the whole world….
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drcranessweetestdoe · 1 month
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hi, how are u? i have an idea for a smutty fic...
OK, hear me out:
dom!stepdad!cillian with sub!stepdaughter!reader who punishes her for sneaking out to go to a party
hii, I’m good! thank u for requesting I love this idea xx
Bad, bad bunny
warning: minors dni! stepcest, dom!sub themes, mentions of cheating, power play, daddy kink, age gap, dub-con (but not really? reader is into it), dumbificaton, Cillian only starts lusting after her once she turns 18!
pairing: dom!stepfather Cillian Murphy x sub!stepdaughter Reader
summary: Y/N sneaks out for a party, and her stepfather, Cillian, makes sure it never happens again
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She was always such a good girl. Always obedient, always listening to him without talking back. Maybe that’s why he felt so drawn to her.
Her mother, Mrs.(Y/L/N), and Cillian married when (Y/N) was only 14, just a clueless girl back then. Everything was lovely in the beginning, her mother acted nice and lovey dovey until he married her. Cillian regretted it the second he slid the ring onto her finger, when he saw that certain look in her eyes. But, at least it made Cillian promise something to himself, he will keep little (Y/N) safe and innocent. He won’t let her become the spiteful whore her mother was. He knew she was cheating on him and their marriage, going out late in the night, taking advantage of the fact that he was working so much. There were times when she was out for days, and then she eventually stopped coming home, she sneaked in when her husband and her daughter were asleep, took her stuff and fled right out of their lives.
Cillian was more relieved than anything. He filed in for a divorce and also filed for custody, he wasn’t going to leave the poor 15 year old girl on her own. He moved them away, bought a beautiful house in Dublin. It had a big garden, a pool, even a personal library. He loved seeing that look in his stepdaughter’s eyes, when her big eyes sparkled with adoration.
He made sure to spoil her, give her anything she asked for. Thankfully, she never became a brat, she was always so grateful for him and the pretty things she enjoyed.
As the years went by, Cillian watched the girl grow into a gorgeous little thing. He noticed how she started filling in her clothes, how they became tighter on her body, and it excited him. He always found her beautiful, but in a way a father would find his child beautiful. Now, he felt arousal pool in his stomach when he looked at her, his lovely bunny. When he watched her swim around the pool, while he was making dinner for them, he would really see how her body evolved. Perky breasts nearly spilling out of her white bikini, her nipples would harden up from the water and they poked through the light fabric. Her hips widened, he found himself wanting to grip on them as well as on her round butt.
He loved the girlish style she developed, her wardrobe contained lots of pink, lace and silk. It brought a sense of pride knowing that it was all bought with his money, her clothes, her room, basically anything she touched. She was all his. She cared for him as much as he cared for her, such a sweet girl. She did well in school, she always ran into his arms with a giggle when she got her usual good marks.
Everything was perfect. Her 19th birthday went by and he found himself more attracted to her than ever. One night, he was on his way to give her usual good night kiss, but he was confused when he opened the door to an empty room. He was sure she would be sleeping already, given the fact that he stayed up quite late tonight. Her bed was made, her pyjamas folded up beside her pillow. She wasn’t in her bathroom, however he could smell her perfume.
His body filled with rage when he noticed her window open. She sneaked out, his dear bunny sneaked out. For good knows what. He sat on her bed in disbelief, he was very angry with her. Until, he looked sideway, he saw an pair of her panties, hanging from the side. He squatted beside it and snatched the used lace. Back on her bed, he thumbed the area where her intimate parts rested against, he felt the sticky substance. He felt his cock stir in his underwear when he felt her sweet scent fill up the room. That is when the idea hit him, and a wicked smirk fell upon his lips. He would make sure that his little bunny never disobeys him again.
He waited her for her to come home, he sat on her vanity chair with the lights turned off. It wasn’t even an hour before he heard her noises outside, he smirked proudly. He saw her sneak in the window again and he waited for her to turn her lights on and he spoke up when she did.
“Did you enjoy yourself, bunny?” He stood up and made his way to her. Her eyes were wide and her lips were open. He couldn’t deny, she looked stunning. Her pink dress hugged her figure, her soft hair adorned a matching pink ribbon, as it always did. He couldn’t stop thinking about what was under her dress.
“I-I…”
“Sit down on the bed, and explain what you were doing.” She did as she was told, with her gaze planted on her lap.
“I was going to a party. I’m sorry.” He felt his anger rise within him again.
“Look at me.” He said sternly. He was glad to know that she was ashamed and that she felt bad for playing him like that. “Was it worth it?”
“No… I know I shouldn’t have. I just…” Tears began to form in her eyes. He came closer and stood infront of her, making her look up at him with those pretty doe eyes. He signalled her to continue. “I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. But I didn’t like it! All I could think about was how much better it would be if I was here with you, I was only there for half an hour.” His eyes softened at this, his sweet girl was so eager to come back home to him, he caressed her soft cheek with one hand.
“Did you drink?” She shook her head. “Did you take anything from anyone?” She did it again, then he questioned what he feared the most. “Did you do anything with boys?” He was relieved when yet again, she motioned ‘no’ with her head. “Good.”
He felt her nuzzle her cheek into his palm, but suddenly he gripped her face harshly. “Your actions have consequences. You need to be punished, so in the future you will behave like the good girl I know you are.” He pulled her up by her hair and his dick throbbed when she whined. He left her standing there dumbly, while he took a seat on her bed. “Strip.”
Her eyes widened, she had some mascara marks at her waterline already, she will be a mess by the time he is finished with her.
“W-What?”
“Dumb little girl. Strip for daddy, show him what you have under the dress he bought for his little princess.” The word ‘daddy’ seemed to have woken something in her, her eyes got a desperate look in them and she started to follow his orders.
She let the dress fall off her frame, now she stood in front of him in lingerie. He knew she was innocent, he always made sure to shoo the boys away from her. She bought lacy underwear simply because she found it pretty, he did too, but only on her. How he wanted to mark up her untouched skin. Touch it, kiss it, suck it, bruise it.
He motioned her to come over with two fingers. When she stopped in front of him, he made sure to take a moment and be delicate with her. He let his hands wander across her hips and waist, a shiver ran up her spine at his warm touch. “Across my lap, bunny.”
She kneeled beside his thighs, but he grabbed her hair tightly when she was about to lay down. Instead of a whine, she let out a moan, she felt the pain transform into arousal and go right to her cunt. He pulled her face close to his, the slut in his arms closed her eyes and sighed at the scent of his cologne, he smelled like… a man, her man. His scent mingled with her sweet one in the air, the perfect mix of two opposites. He whispered into her ear. “I expect to be answered. And I expect you to be thankful that your daddy is trying so hard to keep you in line, little doe.”
“Yes, daddy, I’m sorry. Thank you for being so good to me.” With the hand that wasn’t used to hold herself up, she caressed his neck and smiled in a sweet manner.
“Good girl.” He helped her get comfortable across his lap, and continued caressing her skin. He kneaded her round ass and gave it a light slap to test the waters. He knew she could feel his erection against her tummy, he wanted her to know how much he desired her. The ribbon was slipped out of her hair and around her wrist. “You will count for me, and thank me for every spank.”
She wasn’t expecting the harsh slap that he did across her ass, she moaned loudly and somehow whimpered out. “One, thank you, daddy.”
Smack! “T-Two. Thank you.” Smack! “Three. Thank you da-“ SMACK! “DA—“ SMACK!
He kept striking the red skin of her ass, every spank more painful than the other. She stopped counting, she just let her face mush against her floral sheet and she whimpered. Tears mixed with mascara were running down her cheeks, and there was a little pool of drool on the fabric, where her mouth was dropped open.
Despite her behaviour, he felt the heat against his palm radiating from her warm pussy. He suddenly stopped, her whiny sounds were filling up the room. “Did you learn your lesson, bunny?” She just nodded into the sheet, so he gripped the reddest area of her butt, hard. “Pardon? I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, daddy! I learned my lesson. I won’t do it again, I won’t do anything bad again. I’m sorry.” She looked back at him with a pleading look in her teary eyes. God, he thought she looked absolutely beautiful, so messy and fucked out. He couldn’t wait to see her like that on his cock, but he will have to wait for that, she deserved to be treated gently.
“Good girl. My good little bunny.” He undid the ribbon around her wrists and spun her around in his arms. She hissed when her butt touched his thigh but relaxed the second he wrapped her in his arms. “There, there. You did so good, little doe, you deserve a treat now.”
He slowly slipped his hand down to her cunt, and clicked his tongue when he felt her wetness. He massaged her entrance for a hot second before bringing her slick up to her little nub. “Eager, are we?” She was whining when his fingers started to do little circles on her clit. Her pretty face was hidden in his neck and her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair. Her leg twitched when he sped up his movements.
“Oh- Daddy!”
“I know, little one.” She came on his finger with a whiny moan and then relaxed in his arms. He saw how she was sleepy and exhausted. He stood up, carrying her in bridal style and he made his way to her bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up for bed. Daddy loves you so much, bunny, he just wants to keep you safe.” He whispered
She gave him one of her sweet smiles and she snuggled more into him.
“I love you too, daddy.”
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Silence - Emmett (AQPII) x Younger!reader
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Summary: You had seen Emmett before everything went to hell, but you didn't actually know him. Now though? Now he was all you had. He was everything. 
Word count: 3.9k 
Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (both characters are still 18+), p in v s*x, fingering, daddy kink, discussions of death, discussions of trauma, attempting to exchange sex for services (doesn’t actually happen tho), mental health struggles, (please let me know if I missed any) 
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the A Quiet Place or A Quiet Place Part 2 characters. I do not claim to own any of these characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so. 
Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)
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You hadn’t known it was him when you had followed the man in the abandoned factory down the chute. You hadn’t known it was him when you had landed with a thud right behind him and he had whirled on you as the screeches from the monster above echoed metallically over you. You still hadn’t known it was him when he had pulled you away from the entrance and into the old pipe and shut the door behind you and sat just in front, heaving and staring out of the little window inlaid in the door. But then, with shaking hands he had pulled down the scarf over his face and stared at you like you were somehow the craziest part of this new world, and simply uttered the words “what the fuck.” You had jumped forward then, slamming your palms to his mouth and widening your eyes to try and communicate how stupid he was being, but he just shoved you off and waited until you had sorted yourself into a seated position once more to speak. “They can’t hear us down here, especially if you whisper.” You stared at him, listened to the rough gravel of his voice, and it finally clicked in your mind who this was. 
You remembered Emmett from before. He had run the garage in your town and your dad always took your car there to get it fixed. You had never talked to him much, just a hi or hello there if you went to the garage with your dad or if you bumped into him somewhere in town, and it was alright considering you had just graduated high school when the creatures landed. Sure, he was the most handsome man you had ever seen, but it’s not like you thought about that much (you used to think about it all the time). You guys didn’t have much business with each other, he was a married man, so what did it matter? He had been your favourite naive high school crush. But that’s all it was. Then the creatures landed and any feeling other than survive, survive, survive, hadn’t entered your head since. 
“Mr. Emmett?” You finally whispered, hands pressed close to your mouth out of fear. You didn’t remember the last time you had spoken. What had been the last thing you said?
 He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Y/n?” 
“Yeah,” you nodded, clasping your hands together and rocking back and forth slightly. The air was getting stuffier and you could feel your lungs getting tighter. Then something started beeping and he reached over and opened the door. He jumped out and began pacing as you clambered out of the pipe like a human spider. 
You finally got a chance to look around the space you had fallen into, and it was… quaint. There was no better word really, because it wasn’t nice but it was much better than some places you had been. A pile of cushions and sheets and maybe a duvet (you couldn’t tell) made up a sleeping area in the corner. There were a pair of folding chairs across a makeshift coffee table with an oil lamp on it on the other side of the space and pieces of paper were tacked up on the wall above them. They were drawings, you quickly realised, of three different people over and over again. Was it his wife and kids? You could recognise Nora, but you had never paid particular attention to his kids, so is that what they looked like? 
You turned to Emmett and it seemed he had come to a decision. He began shaking his head and you knew exactly what he was going to say. Dread filled your stomach, filled every bone and every skin cell. You had barely survived on your own on the journey to finding this place. The group you had been with before… they were either picked away or went crazy but they had also been the reason you survived this long. You were, for lack of a better term, useless at survival. Other people had hunted for you, other people had killed for you, all you could do was watch over things, and run. 
“Please,” you began to whisper in a hurry, “please don’t make me go. Please, Mr. Emmett,” you rushed over to him, clasping his forearms and forcing him to look at you. His eyes were haunted, and you were sure he had seen terrible things, things that would stay with him till he eventually succumbed to whatever death awaited him in this new wasteland, but so had you. “Mr. Emmett, I can’t survive out there on my own,” your voice was clogged with tears now, your eyes shiny and dripping onto your cheeks, “if I don’t die as soon as I step out of here, then it’ll be within a few days, at most a week. I can’t do anything on my own Mr. Emmett, I’m fucking useless!” You sobbed, a sound so loud he slapped a hand over your mouth and hushed you aggressively, but you continued crying, leaning into his hand as you blubbered. 
This was the first time you had cried since that first day. There had been no time to cry later, always on the run, always worrying about something, and now it was finally hitting you. Your world was truly ending, and these last-minute grabs to try and save it weren’t going to work. 
“Sh, sh, alright,” he whispered, “alright, just calm down, just calm down and be quiet.” 
You pressed your lips together and pulled away, wiping at your eyes and trying to quell the need to hiccup out more sobs. Emmett sighed and pressed his hand to his forehead, eyes closed as he shook his head and muttered to himself. 
“Please, Mr. Emmett,” you whispered again, looking up at him with those big eyes of yours that made his resolve melt. “I’ll do anything for you, anything,” you dropped your backpack to the floor and began pulling up the hem of your tank top. You had never had the luxury of a jacket, and there were many cold nights barely survived in this tank top, but after a while you had learnt to be thankful for every little thing you had. 
You looked him in the eyes as your shirt began to rise, no shame, just desperation. Just as the hem reached the undersides of your breasts, he reached out and grabbed your hand so tight your knuckles began to hurt. 
“Stop,” he bit out, staring at the floor as he forced your hand back down your stomach. Once he was sure you were covered up again, he looked at you again and sighed like the weight of the world had come crashing back down on his shoulders all over again. “You can stay, but you at least have to learn how to use a gun, in case I’m not here.” 
“Yes, yes anything,” you breathed out, and launched yourself onto him, hugging him around the neck and pressing your cheeks together. Oh how long it had been since you had hugged someone. He was so warm and you could feel his firm frame under his clothes. Clearly it had been just as long for him since he hadn’t even bothered to reciprocate, hands hanging at his sides and body frozen. Slowly you released him, stepping back and staring at the ground as he cleared his throat and turned away to do… something. Whatever a person needs to do nowadays. 
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He had sacrificed some of his sheets and pillows for you to make your bed, but you didn’t stray too far from his own setup, wanting to know that there was someone with you when you were going to sleep. You had quickly fallen into a routine within the next few days of living together. You would wake up when you heard the rustling of his sheets, spending some time washing up and nibbling on just enough food to quiet the growls in your stomachs. Then he would sit in one of the folding chairs and draw, the soft scratching of his pencil against paper filling the space. You occupied the other chair and began to work your way through the small pile of books he had. Sometimes both of you would look up simultaneously if you heard a click or a creak echo down the chute, but when it was silent once again you would return to your own activities without saying a word. 
On the third day, he decided to venture out to gather more food and water. You had watched him ready himself for the trip, wrapping the scarf around his face, gathering up his shotgun, then climbing the ladder without a look back. You had tried to read while he was away, but your mind couldn’t focus. At every sound, or even the illusion of sound, your head snapped to the chute to see if he was back. Eventually you abandoned your seat and began to pace, staring at his drawings and sifting through the pages of his journal. There were a lot more drawings in there, and you wondered how he had chosen the ones to put up. Even the half-finished ones were beautiful, and you felt a sudden onset of tears as you turned page after page of their faces. You were careful not to let a tear fall on any of the papers, and gently set it back down, caressing the leather cover for a moment before going to his pile of sheets and settling down for a nap on top of them. 
You woke up when he returned. You hadn’t realised how much noise actually happened just by two people existing, but the sound of his feet on the ladder rungs, his panting breaths, even the rustle of his clothes suddenly seemed so loud after the hours of quiet solitude. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, watching as he set out the supplies before walking over to you and handing you something. He didn’t comment that you were on his bed, and you didn’t make any move to get up, and he just went back to his chair journal. You stared at the pile in your hands, five new books in various states of decay, but all readable. They must have been a completely unnecessary weight for him, only a hindrance and a danger, but he had brought them. For you. You stared at the pile in your hands, a collection of paperbacks you had never heard of, and then you looked at him. He was busy with the journal, head bent low over the paper, and something bloomed in your chest, filling you up with all this… happiness? Joy? Love? You weren’t sure what those felt like anymore but it must be close. 
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Two weeks after you had arrived in his little sanctuary, winter truly began to set in. It had started to become colder at night, and you were lucky enough to be sheltered away from any winds, but the chill that settled in the air at night seeped into your bones. For the first week you could survive by bundling up as tight as possible in all your blankets and a jacket that Emmett had scavenged for you. But with every night that passed, even that wasn’t enough to keep the cold out, and most of your nights were spent awake and shivering, hoping you wouldn’t die of hypothermia. 
At last, on one particular night, you truly couldn’t handle the cold anymore, and you decided enough was enough. Heaters didn’t exist anymore, but body warmth was a natural heater, and you had a perfectly good body nearby. You turned over under your blankets and slowly began shifting your way over to his pile. You could see his body moving under his blankets with every breath, and you were sure he was still awake, because why wouldn’t he be? Who could sleep in this cold, even Emmett? You managed to make your way to his bedding and slipped under his blankets. Emmett turned over, staring at you in the dark, but you just continued burrowing yourself closer to him until your head was pressed under his chin and your arms and legs were wrapped around him. Once you had felt the warmth emanating from him, there was no turning back. He only had on a t-shirt under the blankets and he shivered whenever your skin made contact with his. You were freezing cold yet he was hotter than the sun. The skin on his arms was soft, and you lightly ran your hands up and down it before wrapping him up in your arms once more. 
At first, Emmett didn’t move. Again, he was frozen, just like when you had hugged him. But slowly, as the quiet settled in again and both of your breaths evened out once more, he moved his arms to wrap around you in return, pressing you close to his chest and splaying his hands over your back. Every breath he took ruffled your hair and your every breath fanned his neck. Both of you were quiet, soaking in each other’s touch. It had been aeons since either of you had felt the sustained touch of another person, had just been held by another person. It was an indescribable comfort that you now deemed essential to your survival. 
From then on, every night passed in this fashion. You would wriggle your way into his cocoon of blankets and he would wrap you up tight in his arms, pressing his lips to the top of your head without a thought. It made life seem better somehow. Waking up every morning in his arms, knowing that that’s how the day was going to end made everything more… bearable. 
Three weeks later Emmett ventured out on another supply trip. You had silently been having a particularly difficult day. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything, neither your book nor the pencil drawings you had picked up since being around Emmett. Your mind felt hyperactive but so overly tired at the same time and you wanted to venture out for a walk but you knew Emmett would have a fit if you left the space without him. Instead, you settled down on his bed and waited for him to come back once more. When he did return, again carrying a small pile of books, you didn’t bother getting up to greet him like you usually did. You stayed curled up on the sheets and stared at the wall, overcome with a wave of despondency that made you feel paralysed. Emmett watched you as you lay there, and after putting away all the supplies, came to lay down beside you. He hesitated before touching you, unsure how to handle this mood, but eventually decided to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back until you were flush to his body. 
He had grown overly fond of you in the time since you had invaded his life. You had become life itself to him. At first he had dreaded the thought of caring for someone else. After the way it had ended with his children and Nora, he didn’t want to be responsible for anyone but himself. He would have no regret of his own death. But then you started complimenting his drawings and trying to make the little hovel prettier wherever you could. You told him stories of your life before while you guys ate or you simply existed beside him, a presence always there to reassure him. And it made his heart feel all warm and reminded him what was so good about being alive in the first place. 
He had thought about what people would have said about you two if the apocalypse hadn’t happened. He had thought every single judgemental thought about how young you were and how old he clearly was next to you. But then he remembered that this wouldn’t have happened without an apocalypse anyway. The world was gone, and with it norms and propriety. While he still had his values, he also recognised you were an adult now, and in this world it didn’t matter if he was older. All that really mattered was if you felt the same way about him. 
Emmett pressed his lips to the back of your head and waited, listening to your breaths shudder slightly as you pressed back against him, hands coming up to clasp his. You ran your thumb over his knuckles a few times before turning over to face him. You clasped his face in your hands and made sure he met your eyes. He could see that they were shiny but no tears had fallen yet. 
“Don’t leave me alone anymore,” you whispered, “I can’t stay here waiting for you to come back wondering if you even will. I feel sick to my stomach every time you walk out because you are all I have left. If you die out there, then I have no reason to keep living. You carry my heart with you everywhere you go, right here,” you gently patted his chest, “so I can’t have you going out there without me anymore. I can’t. If you die, I die.” Emmett stared into your eyes. You were so serious, not a single stutter in your words, and all he could do was whisper ‘ok’ in return. You nodded, still grasping his face in your hands, before moving forward and kissing him gently. 
Emmett pushed himself even closer to your face, his nose pressing into the crevice between your nose and cheek, and slipped his tongue into your mouth. His hand slid under your shirt, tickling the warm skin as he ran it up until he was grasping your breast in his hand. He couldn’t get enough of you already. Your mouth was so soft and each kiss became more ravenous as both of you pressed your open mouths together. He gripped your breast and squeezed revelling in the breathy sounds you let into his mouth, rubbing your nipple and pinching it, flicking the little nub until you were moving your hips without realising. 
Emmett moved over you until he was settled into the space between your legs and began grinding into you, settling his weight onto your body. You pulled away from his mouth and hurriedly lifted off your shirt. You began tugging at his but he just pushed your hands away and threw it off himself. Everything had escalated so quickly that neither of you had patience for anything but getting him inside of you as quickly as possible. The air around you had become boiling hot and the space between you was stifling.
He was quick to unbutton your pants and push them down until one leg had been freed. Neither of you cared about the other leg. His own were pushed down just until he was freed and he let out a groan of relief right into your ear. When you began trying to push him down and into you, he pressed down on your hips and hushed the whines that burst out of you. 
“I have to prep you, come on baby,” he kissed your cheek, your chin, your neck, then reached down to the apex of your thighs. You were wet all over and so hot he could feel the heat before he even touched. He panted into your neck as he began gliding his fingers along your pussylips, pressing between them and twisting his index and middle fingers so they were covered in your slick. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby,” he muttered into your neck, pressing his fingers to your clit. “My baby’s dripping all over and it’s all for me, huh?” He seemed to be talking to himself as it didn’t matter if you answered or not. You were too lost in the sensations of his rough fingertips running back and forth over your swollen clit, pressing and rubbing and pinching until your legs were trying to close around his hand and your hips were wriggling. 
“Daddy, please,” you whispered, and he groaned so loud you rushed to slap your hand over his mouth. God it had been so long since a woman had called him that. If he wasn’t careful he would cum from humping your leg. Emmett pushed a finger into you and instantly started up a rhythm. He felt your squishy insides and the texture of your walls and curled his fingers every time he pushed them into you. Your legs had fully tightened around his hand that he couldn’t see it anymore but it didn’t matter, as long as he could move it and watch the way you scrunched up your face, panting into the air, he could die a happy man. 
It took you all of two minutes to reach your peak like that, clit bullied and filled with his fingers. Once you had begun to come down, he was quick to pull his hand away from you and focus on prying your thighs apart again. The sticky sound of your thighs opening up was music to his ears and he lined himself up to your entrance. You were still a little sensitive from your first orgasm and the feeling of him spearing through you made you convulse. You dug your nails into his shoulders and cried out but he had already covered your mouth with his hand. He pressed in until your hips met and his pelvis squished your clit through your folds. He took a moment to breathe heavily against your neck, adjusted himself slightly, and keeping his hand over your mouth, began to thrust into you. You bit into his palm but he only grunted and kept on, slamming into you over and over. You were jelly, you were a hot melted pool of pleasure, ready to be used for whatever he desired. Your legs felt like they were being zapped with electricity and your arms were so tight that they might fall off if you let go of Emmett. 
The pleasure began to climb, and you could feel it building in your stomach. The tingles sped up, and the pressure increased until you were clenching down on him over and over again. His pace faltered at the feeling but he was quick to get back at it. He reached down to press harshly at your clit but it was too harsh at first and you jolted away from him with a yelp. He shushed you and gently began rubbing it in circles and you came all over him. The tightening from your orgasm triggered his own and he pushed inside you fully and began twitching, grunting like a wild beast into your shoulder. He had bit down onto the flesh and you could still feel his teeth there even when he pulled away to begin kissing you. 
Both of you lay there for a while, just feeling everything in your bodies. Once the sweat had cooled on your skin, you turned over and whispered into Emmet’s ear, “I love you.” 
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And when Evelyn Abbott and her family came falling into Emmett’s little sanctuary, what they weren’t expecting to encounter was a pregnant young lady with him.
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How is he so beautiful?
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