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saltburn but this lil freak

#LETS FUCKING GO #my boy is gonna love this #dano

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OHHH MY GOD SO HANDSOME

#LETS GOOOOOOO I LOVE THIS #dano

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inspired by him being silly in the year one comic (bro loves taking pictures)

#PLEASEEJDHXHXKD #dano

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doctor abduction

#dano #murphy

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IF YOU ARE GOING TO COMMENT ON A FIC - REBLOG IT, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS 😭

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riddler as the Virgin Mary

#canon #dano

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dano! riddler sexting

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#real shit #paul dano

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 Paul Dano in Okja (2017)

#i just moaned a lil bit

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tw: blood

some more art of this guy

#the ao3 is killing me im OBSESSED #dano

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are you kidding me

#biting him biting him biting him #murphy

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yandere headcanons - emma & john skillpa

❧ request: Could you do domestic life with yan!john and emma skillpa ❧ notes: i hope you enjoy, i love this dynamic so much! the lovely @mypoisonedvine has a perfect yandere emma & john drabble you should absolutely check out :) this concept wouldn't exist without them, let's be so real rn

» john would be the most ‘stereotypical’ yandere partner, i would say - rough treatment followed by apology upon apology, as if anything would change as long as he’d be keeping you there » emma would be doting and kind, so much so that you’d think she was also a ‘victim’ of john’s, but that is far from the case - she would be the one keeping you fed and healthy, but as soon as you step out of line in her eyes (burning the toast, using crude language, etc.) you’re getting locked in the basement. for your own sake, of course!

» you wouldn’t be chained up, as long as you keep quiet and stop trying the locks - once they know they can really trust you, they’d even let you hang the laundry under their watchful eye » emma expects you to help around the house, since that’s where you’re gonna be spending the rest of your life, if they can help it - she’ll teach you how to wash the rugs and bedspreads properly, and how to make breakfast for john just how he likes - you'll end up making emma's breakfast too, so get ready to wake up extra early :) » john would be awkward, and often very abrasive, with his romantic approaches - expect random, teeth-clashing kisses with a vice grip on your hip. he’s only ever seen kisses between lovers, he doesn’t know exactly how to go about it - feel free to try and teach him! he’ll get angry at you for treating him like a child, though :/ he's the man of the house, he knows how to kiss » emma wouldn’t be very forward with her approach, maybe gentle touches here and there - the only time she’d be romantic with you is during chores, showing you how to fold as she cradles you from behind - or when she puts you to bed, with a sweet kiss on the forehead and a whisper of something more, maybe? » you’re never allowed in their rooms unless invited, so don’t go snooping! if you do, don’t expect to see sunlight for a very long time - emma has since relocated to their mother’s old room, so she can have a little bit more privacy for her makeup & such - john is still situated in his room, but it’s now very bare-bones since emma left. he isn’t the best at interior design like she is

#emma skillpa x reader #john skillpa x reader #cillian murphy x reader

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no need to be shy – patricia 'kitten' braden

❧ request: the shy reader is at the club and she knows the kitten and the kitten knows her! The reader is sitting in the corner all quiet by herself until the kitten comes over and gets her comfortable before fucking her senseless in a private room! Or the bathroom …

word count: ~1.5k tags: semi-public, a tinge of roughness + dirty talk, p in v, grinding masterlist | ao3

You huff as you make yourself as small as possible in the already cramped club– the sticky leather booth you’ve huddled yourself in only making you more aware of the hopelessness of the predicament. You were never the ‘party animal’ or even the clubbing type as so many of your peers were, but decided tonight would be the night that all changes. To no one’s surprise, that didn’t work out, not even for a second.

The moment you were let into the club by the bouncer, who was a bit too generous with the cologne, you felt as though your heart dropped to your stomach. The music was shit, and the blokes were even worse– hounding you like you were easy and fresh meat for them to intoxicate until your standards lowered. You thought a drink might actually help in the end, but it was not only expensive, it tasted like watered-down gasoline.

Beginning to collect your purse and coat, your eyes fall upon a familiar face making her way through the crowd– bouncing off the energy of everyone in her path effortlessly. It was Patricia Braden, but you know her solely as Kitten, one of your most drop-dead gorgeous friends. You often dreamt of the day it would become more, with all her flirtations towards you, but you’d have to be held at gunpoint to admit such a thing.

Before you can hide yourself away amidst the crowd of drunkards, Kitten spots you– immediately lighting up like nothing else. She saunters to your booth, her platform heels clicking on the floor– the sound drowned out by the obnoxious music.

She tilts her head and smiles, "Well, fancy seeing you here, gorgeous! Mind if I join you?"

Kitten slides into the booth beside you before you can mutter a response, her fur coat brushing against your bare thigh. She takes a sip of her martini, the glass cradled so delicately– her eyes never leaving your face. "It's quite a surprise running into you here, (Y/N). This really isn’t your scene, is it?"

Her cadence is soft, leaving you with that familiarly strange sense of comfort in her presence. Shaking your head gently, you tug nervously at your ill-fitting dress for the evening, “You’re quite right, I… don’t know what was expecting by coming here. Was actually gonna leave before you spotted me!”

"Oh, sweetheart, don’t leave now! You look absolutely stunning, it would be such a waste,” Kitten leans closer, her hand resting lightly on your arm, “You know, there's plenty of fun to be had around here… as long as you know where to look."

Your heart speeds up as her eyes practically drill holes into your own, yet you can’t find the courage to meet them, “Well, you’re the life of the party, aren’t you? I’m sure it comes easy to you…”

Kitten hums, pulling your arm closer to her, the warmth of her body making you dizzy, “Oh, come on, then! Let’s get you used to the clubbing lifestyle– dance with me, dear!”

You let her drag you out of the booth, everything becoming a daze as her body seems to slot itself behind yours perfectly– the music suddenly seeming less shitty than it once did. You allow yourself to move with Kitten, her guidance with the rhythm made the rest of the club melt away. You lean back against her body, the fabric of your dresses shifting against each other perfectly– you don’t yet notice that delicious warmth igniting in your stomach at the touch.

“Not so bad, is it?” Kitten leans to your ear, her warm breath and voice causing you to tremble.

Opting to just nod in response, rather than embarrass yourself with a crack in your desperate voice, you feel her body shake with a laugh. Her hands snake their way all over you, seeming like it was all part of the dance she had guided you in– until she squeezed your hips.

Your legs open wider at this, the subconscious reaction telling Kitten everything that she needed to know, “Much less shy, aren’t you now, love?”

She spins you around to see your expression– the two of you share the same lust-filled gazes. You nod again, grateful that the music masked your heavy breathing– but it couldn’t mask the way you stared at her perfect lips. Not wasting another precious moment, she grips your hand in hers, and you allow her to take you wherever she was planning to.

Kitten sneaks around the perimeter of the club with you, knowing exactly where the private rooms are– you would never question how she knew such a thing when your brain was so dizzy from her simple touch. She swiftly unlocks the inconspicuous door, and before you know it, has you pinned behind it with a surprisingly gentle kiss.

“Been wanting to kiss you for so long, you know,” Kitten breathes out a laugh, her blue eyes darting between your eyes and lips, “Just needed an excuse, didn’t I?”

You let out a whimper at her words, and a simple utterance of, “Please.”

She locks you in another kiss, more searing than the last, as she quickly lifts your dress to caress your hips properly. You do the same to her, fingers brushing against her growing arousal– held back only by the thin fabric of her panties.

Separating to breathe again, you nod vehemently as she pulls down your panties, her fingers teasing at your wetness. Kitten brings them to her ruby red lips, savoring the taste as you feel your knees almost buckle at such an erotic sight.

She reaches up to stroke your cheek, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, "Are you ready for a little more fun?"

You let her lead you to the velvet couch, the wide seating allowing the two of you to rest comfortably– it was becoming increasingly obvious that this room was used for a lot more than just dancing. You fall back against the plush fabric, legs spread as Kitten crawls in between them– leaning down to kiss your awaiting lips. She kisses down your neck, leaving red lipstick in her wake as you feel her hips begin to rock against your own. You let out a moan as her bulge rubs particularly hard against your already sensitive clit, and she moans as well.

“Please, Kitten,” you look at her weakly, your trepidation long gone, “I can’t wait anymore, please, I…”

She pouts, and you would have believed it, if it were not for the way her hips twitched at your pleas, “We’ll draw out the fun another time, then…”

Kitten quickly pulls down her panties, and without hesitation, starts to grind against your arousal again– but with no flimsy barriers in sight. The two of you whine in tandem as she coats herself in your wetness, all in the name of preparation, you’re sure. You feel as though you would burst just from this, but she just as quickly enters you with one swift thrust.

Your head falls back against the couch, thumping repeatedly as Kitten desperately fucks into your warmth, like it was the last thing she could ever do, “God, you feel so good, love… I always knew you would.”

“Kitten, oh!” You quickly cover your mouth with your hand at both her movements and words, the two seeming to concoct a plan to get you off embarrassingly fast.

She grabs your wrists to quickly pin them above you, not letting you hide your high-pitched moans from her, “Been wanting to be inside of you for so long, sweetheart… need to hear your cute little moans for me, don’t hide away.”

Her unexpected roughness has your legs wrapping around the small of her back, pressing Kitten even further into you– her shallow and quick thrusts deepening. You were completely at her mercy, and it only increased the volume of your moans– rivaling the music just outside the door.

“Always so perfect and shy,” she smiles as her grip on your wrists tightens, “Just needed me to fuck it out of you, right, my love?”

Nodding again, as it was the only thing you felt you could do in her presence, you mewl at her term of endearment despite the way she fucked into you, “Please, please, please…”

Kitten’s thrusts stutter at your already fucked-out expression and voice, “You’re so close, aren’t you? How long has it been since you’ve been loved properly, hm? Let go for me, angel.”

With her permission, you let yourself fall deeper into the pleasure she was giving you, the peak in sight as she reaches one of her hands down to rub deep circles on your clit. Your back arches off of the velvet, the blend of pain and pleasure from her insatiability crashes onto you like a tidal wave as you release.

She keeps thrusting into you, muttering praise as your legs keep her deep inside of you as she releases as well. You would figure out that predicament later, the only thing you could focus on was calming your breathing, and tiredly kissing Kitten back as she pulled out of your aching warmth.

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #patricia braden smut #kitten braden smut #cillian murphy smut

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if u read the kitten fic, ignore the mistake. i'm reposting it, LOL

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updated my pinned for vday, i'm so excited! i have a neil fic roaring to go that's themed for it, i think y'all are gonna love it :) <3

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rewatched breakfast on pluto w the bf last nite, time to work on kitten requests <3

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Old drawing idk why I drew it but goddamn. Goes hard

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