#no cillian is just in another plane

[mdawgswizzleinthehizzle]

cillian? 😭

#i thought this was edited in the memes #to make it longer #no cillian is just in another plane #cillian murphy #tom holland #in the heart of the sea #cillian murphy interview #wow another post not about #pedro pascal #or #the last of us #oppenheimer #spiderman

[cillianhead]

Red Eyes || Cillian Murphy x Reader

summary: You and Cillian take a plane trip and a certain Jackson Rippner steals his spot.

PART TWO to A New Pair Of Glasses

put my vibrator on and smoked a j and then wrote away on this one so i'm so very sorry if it is bad or strange or something.

Enjoy my lovely readers <3

warnings: SMUT!!, unprotected p in v, DUBCON AND NONCON THEMES!!!, Daddy kink, vulgar language, swearing, choking, car/airplane sex / public sex, tight spaces, handjobs, oral sex (f and m receiving + reader sucks on his balls?!), slapping, spitting, claustrophobia, roleplay (Cillian is roleplaying as Jackson Rippner), some mentions of subspace/being in subspace sort of, some more dacryphilia, degradation, overstimulation, talks of FAKE! Explosives and talks of FAKE! plane crashes, biting, fake cheating scenarios, vibrators, and general adult content!!!

LONG FIC!!

18+ MINORS DNI

Standing in the crowded airport, you leaned against Cillian for support as you waited in line to check in your bags for your flight. You were going on a trip to New York, and the flight would be almost eight hours.

"How are you feeling, love?" Cillian whispered, subtly kissing your neck. "You nervous about our flight?" "I feel a little nervous... yeah..." You nodded, smiling softly up at him. "But we'll be fine... just... you know how I get..."

"It's alright, I'll be right there with you... the whole time," He hummed, resting his chin on your shoulder. The line was long and the waiting was tedious but at least you had the comfort of your boyfriend beside you.

After checking in and waiting for your flight, which wasn't for another hour and a half, Cillian and you decided to stroll along the airport stores, hand in hand.

"What's happening with that interview you have tomorrow?" You asked, leaning on him a bit.

"Oh... erm... I've forgotten his name..." Cillian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's literally something I had written down 'cause I t'aught it was funny..." Cillian groaned. "Oh... it was some bloke literally called Neil Lewis... some American guy..."

"No way," You laughed loudly, and Cillian looked at you, grinning fondly. "That's awesome, what's the interview even for?"

"I betcha a million bucks it's gonna be like sumn' about like..." He said these words while painting the air with his hands to make imaginary captions. "Neil Lewis.... and how he would react to different characters of mine..." He snickered and you laughed.

"That's a fun idea, though! Neil Lewis has always been a sweet spot of mine..." You sighed dreamily. You remembered when you and Cillian had first started talking and were only really doing all that sugar daddy stuff; you watched 'Watching The Detectives' for the first time. Of course, you hadn't seen all the Batman films at that point. You saw Inception when you were high and in some guy's Mom's garage and weren't comprehensive of what was happening except for when that one really sexy guy, Robert Fischer, showed up. That's when the movie had your attention. The guy was kissing your neck, and suddenly Robert showed up, and you didn't give a single shit about how hot the guy kissing you was; you'd look at the TV and moan louder than you did before. Neil Lewis had really awakened something else inside of you, though.

Something a little more tender.

He was just so cute, and as Violet said, 'You're like the sweetest guy I've ever met' (or something along those lines). You were sitting in a cute new little nightgown Cillian had bought you (oh, and a new vibrator with his initials carved in the middle). It was Valentine's Day, and unfortunately, he was in America shooting a film, and he wouldn't be back until the 17th. You were bratty and whiny, but you were grateful, and he knew that; you just liked to get sassy. You put on the romcom, an obvious choice as to why you picked it.

'Watching The Detectives' Starring Lucy Liu and Cillian Murphy.

You were already riled up when you saw him in the opening shot, but as time went on, you grew increasingly jealous of Violet and more in love with Neil Lewis, thus falling in love with Cillian Murphy. You remember calling Cillian up, despite the time difference, and rambling on about how cute he was in the movie.

Anyway... as you walk through the airport together and look at each other with your blazing love. Cillian lovingly kissed you on your forehead as you walked back to your gate.

"So about this flight..." Cillian cleared his throat after you walked along quietly.

"Yeah?" You hummed, tearing your eyes away from the cute dress you saw in one of those window stores and looked to Cillian with a grin.

"I won't be... erm... boarding on with you," Cillian cleared his throat. "I'm sitting in a different part of... de.... er... plane."

"What?!" You exclaimed, eyes widening and grabbing onto his arm tightly as you two swayed along. "What do you mean, Cill?"

"This flight is quite packed... and so I couldn't manage to fit us together so... yer gonna be in first class while I'm in coach..."

"What? Cillian? No... y-you take first class... you need it more than me..." You were pouting at him with the most pitiful eyes.

"No, baby... it's okay," Cillian hushed. "I'm sure you're gonna meet some guy in first class... who you can pretend is me..."

"I would never do that," You whispered, shaking your head insistently as you fiddled with the red ruby around your neck, thinking about Jonathan Crane. "Why would you say that?"

"It's okay, baby... you'll be able to sleep..." Cillian and you walked into a quiet little cafe. "They'll wake you right before we land... I doubt you'll be sittin' next to anyone since you're in first class..."

"Cillian... why didn't you tell me this sooner?" You whined, sitting down right beside him and clinging onto him while you still can.

"'Cause I know you'd never come if you realized we won't be sittin' together..."

"That's a fair point..." You mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder.

After sitting for a while and sipping the teas you had gotten from the airport coffee shop, it was time to board the plane. You wrapped your arms around Cillian and kissed him passionately.

"I'm gonna miss you so much... Cill..." You whispered against his lips breathily.

"I know, baby," He hummed, stroking your hair. "You're gonna do so good for me... you can handle it... I love you so much..."

"I love you..."

You couldn't dare look back as you walked off with just the weight of your onboard bag. You found your seat... and fuck, it was nice, you had plenty of legroom, and you could even push your headrest back so you could lie down. You watched people start to board the rest of the plane, waiting to see Cillian walk past, but he never did. You sighed and rested back in your seat, buckling up for the takeoff that always made you anxious.

"...F7... F8... Oh, here we go..." You heard an American accent from behind you and turned to look Cillian in the eyes. He had styled his hair differently and was wearing a completely different outfit from what he was wearing before. Cillian smirked as he coldly approached, and you realized what he was doing. He was being Jackson. Honestly, you had completely forgotten about that conversation you two had and didn't expect Cillian to follow through with it. "Oh, hello, seems we're sitting together?" He gave you a strange smile as he sat beside you and smirked. "The name's Jackson..." He reached out his hand for you to shake.

"Oh... it's... it's Y/N..." You smiled, playing along. It was unnerving the way he moved and spoke. It was truly like it was just another person who happened to look exactly like Cillian. Jackson shook your hand with a nod before receding back into his chair beside you.

The flight took off, and you clutched onto your seat for dear life, trying to ignore the feeling of having Jackson's eyes on you the whole time.

"You're a very pretty girl..." He hummed once you were in the air and could unbuckle yourself, looking at you with a tilted head and lustful eyes. "You got a boyfriend?" He asked as if he were interested.

"Y-Yes..." You nodded, feeling flustered, playing along with a hidden grin.

"Aw... that's a shame," He cooed mockingly. "If only he had been here... to protect you..."

"Wh-What?" You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, laughing nervously. He just shook his head, scratching at his stubbly chin.

"Oh, don't worry," He reassured, mocking your trembling lip with a pout of his own. "I'm gonna take good care of you... sweetheart..."

"How... how...?" You stammered.

"You stupid slut," He spat, rolling his eyes at how pathetic you were. "You know how I'm gonna take care of ya..." Jackson's mouth got real close to your ear as he spoke the words, "I'm gonna fill that perfect little pussy with my seed..." He hissed.

"No... you can't... please..." You whimpered. About five or six people were sitting in the first-class cabin, yet luckily, none were sitting in front of you or behind you. "My boyfriend's in the... other cabin..."

"Oh, I know all about your little boyfriend... in fact... in the left pocket of his jacket... you see... I've been taking some sewing classes... and I was in your room one night while you were there, and he wasn't..." He laughed dryly, licking his teeth as he sucked in more air to speak. Your eyes were wide with horror and dismay... yet your legs squeezed together with arousal. "Anyway... as I was saying, in the pocket in his jacket is a tiny... yet very powerful explosive..."

"Wh-What...?" You panicked, speaking a bit too loudly. Jackson slapped a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

"If you don't do everything I say, I've got the remote here in my pocket and this whole fuckin' plane will go down over the Atlantic," He whispered, only loud enough for you to hear. "Do you hear me, bitch? I'm an impatient man. You're going to do every fuckin' thing I tell you to do or say bye-bye to your boyfriend and the death of everyone on this fuckin' plane..."

You nodded your head desperately, tears slipping down your cheeks. He pulled his hand off of your mouth and wiped your spit off his hand with your shirt. "I understand..."

"Good," He said gruffly, checking his watch. "They won't be bringing out any of the meals for another hour, so I say we have a little... fun while we wait for our meals... and then, of course... there'll be dessert after our dinner..." Jackson smirked.

"We'll get caught... we'll get in trouble," You protested, tucking your knees up into your chest.

"Oh babydoll, don't you know what I do for a living?" He snarked, flashing his sharp teeth at you in that cold, threatening smile. "I know how to do many things... and not get caught..." He whispered into your ear, biting at your neck. "Now open your legs for me. I'm gonna put this cute little vibrator in your pussy, do you understand?" "Al-Alright..." You slowly opened your legs. Your shorts were loose and thin, so you felt him slip his fingers up your thighs and in through the sides of your underwear.

"Fuck, you're soaking for me, princess..." He panted in your ear as he easily pressed two fingers into your cunt. "Doesn't that boyfriend of yours treat you well enough?" He teased. "I wasn't expecting you to be this turned on... I bet he doesn't make you cum enough, is that it?" His fingers began massaging your already sensitive G-spot.

"O-Oh... god..." Your head fell low as he continued panting in your ear, clearly getting affected by how good it felt to have his fingers inside of you. His cock strained against his tight sweatpants. "Jackson..."

"Wow, you gave in to that easily," He laughed, and you felt ashamed at how good you were feeling and how hard you were trying not to make much noise. It was good. The lights were quite dim since it was an overnight flight... everyone else was asleep or had their earbuds in. "You've gotta stay quiet, don't make me gag you," He demanded quietly as you saw the small pink vibrator that perfectly sucked on your throbbing clit. He slipped it into your underwear and turned it on... it was dead silent, but you could feel the intense vibrations. "Look at you, squirmin' for me, and that's only the first setting." His American accent was sickening and impossibly sexy.

"Jackson... I can't... it's too much," You dug your fingernails into the leather seats, clenching your teeth together. Your pussy quivered as he slipped his left hand into your underwear and covered you in a blanket provided to first-class flyers. Anyone walking by wouldn't even notice where his hand placement was. "I'm too... sensitive... it's too much, Daddy..." You whined, pressing your face into his shoulder and biting down on the material of his coat to quieten your stifled moans.

"Wow, look at that, I've got you calling me daddy..." He snorted, leaning back in his chair as he finger-fucked you and turned up the setting on your vibrator that sent crippling waves of pleasure through you. "Bet your real daddy wouldn't be too happy to hear that sweetheart..."

"You're not... you're not my daddy... it was a mistake..." You mewled quietly.

"I am right now, sweetheart," He took a whiff of your hair and bit back a groan. He was so turned on right now, and he wanted to drag you into the bathrooms and fuck you right now, but he wanted to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible. "I'm your daddy, say it... I'm gonna fuck you so much better than your daddy... gonna show you how a real man likes to fuck."

You caved in on yourself, squirming further into a ball as your entire body tensed. Your pussy clenched onto his fingers. Every time he flicked them out of you, a quiet yet distinct squelch of your arousal would be heard. Your orgasm lit you on fire, and he didn't slow down. In fact, his fingers moved even more precisely against your G-spot, causing you to croak and bury your face in your hands. You saw stars as you gushed around his fingers, and Jackson showed no signs of stopping as you came down from your high.

"Jackson... stop... stop it..." You cried, tears streaming down your face. "It hurts!"

"Oh, shut up, you spoiled brat," He grumbled, continuing to fuck you brutally with his talented fingers. "I saw what you did with that little doctor last week," He chuckled. "Your blinds are never closed... anyone passing by could see you whoring yourself out to other men..."

"Jackson, please... I just... I just need a break..." You whispered, flinching every time he massaged your spongy walls. He slowed down his fingers just a bit, it was enough to give you some relief.

"Does your daddy know about what you did with that doctor?" Jackson chuckled. "Imagine when he finds out about that... and finds out about... what you did with me on the plane..." He was getting off on your tears of guilt. "What a shame..." He whispered. "Especially since this means he'll have to cancel the reservation at that restaurant where... I'm pretty sure I saw him out shopping... the same day you fucked your doctor... could he have possibly bought a ring?" Jackson laughed mischievously. It would sound like someone told a funny joke to anyone else but to you... it was bloodcurdling at the realization of what he was implying.

"N-No..." You whispered, clutching at his wrist to slow him down.

"Would you have married him, or are you too much of a whore to settle down?" You could tell there was a deeper meaning in that question. Obviously, he was still playing along with the character. But you realized he wanted to know if you were ready for him to propose.

"Of... of course, I would have... I want to spend my whole life with him..." You whispered. "I... I... he doesn't have to know about what happened between my doctor and I..."

"I'll keep my mouth shut," He smiled with a rosy blush on his cheeks... burning through his cold demeanor. He grabbed a hold of you and kissed you sloppily, tongues and spit clashing together. He made out with you as he picked up the speed, and he was probably playing a dangerous game here by reaching up and groping at your tits. But the plane was dead silent, and he was getting desperate.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." You whimpered as he ran soft circles over your shirt, perfectly teasing your hard nipples. "I'm... cumming...." You whispered, arching your back into his hands, and you heard the familiar sound of him clicking the button to turn the vibrator up. You quietly thrashed around as he milked you for all you had.

"That's it... make even more of a mess all over my fingers..." He cooed, watching you throw your head back with your vision going black. "Such a fucking slut..." He grunted as he pulled his sticky fingers out from your underwear and popped them in his mouth. You watched, still mewling and squirming around with pleasure as you came. He closed his eyes and groaned with satisfaction as he licked his fingers clean. "Open your mouth,"

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, and he grabbed your jaw roughly and spat onto your tongue. You moaned at the taste.

"Swallow it, bitch," He barked quietly, turning off the vibrator and slipping it back into his pocket. You had no idea how he managed to get that thing through checkage, but right now, you were too fucked out to care. "That's it..." He sighed happily as you gulped his spit down.

"Jackson..." You whispered, chest rising rapidly. "Need a break..." Jackson scoffed. "You're not gettin' one, princess," He chuckled darkly in your ear. "Right now, you're gettin' up and going into that bathroom there..." He points to the first-class bathroom. "And in five minutes, I will follow in after you... and you're going to take my cock... like a good girl..."

You opened your mouth to protest but he looked away with a firm nod of his head. "Go on, Y/N, or I'll fuck you right here."

You hurriedly stood up on shaky legs, smoothing out your shorts, and tried your best to act casual as you made your way to the tiny stall at the end of the aisle. Jackson's eyes burnt holes in the back of your head. You glanced back at him momentarily to see him smirking at you devilishly.

The bathroom was small and tight, but it was enough to fit you in it {almost} comfortably. The following five minutes were long and torturous as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your once neatly combed hair was now messed up like you had just gotten out of bed. Anxiously and insensibly, you looked over yourself in the mirror, making sure you looked good and fuckable for your boyfriend. Two soft raps were heard in your stall.

"It's me," Jackson mumbled. "Let me in."

You quickly unlocked the door, and just as quickly as it opened, it was closed and locked. Jackson didn't say a word; he just grabbed you by the throat and pushed you up against the wall. Fuck, it was cramped in here with the two of you. He immediately latched himself onto your neck and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to stop you from crying as his hands worked to undoing your top and bra.

"Fucking hell, of course you've got perfect tits," Jackson groaned, lowering his mouth even more to pop your nipples into his mouth. Jackson's mean glare relaxed into shut eyes and furrowed brows of concentration. He moaned into your tits as he now slid down your shorts til you were just in your shorts and your blouse was wide open. "Whore..." He growled demeaningly as he was now face to face with your throbbing cunt. "Look how wet your panties are..." He whispered, tracing his fingers along your clothed slit. "This all for me?" He smirked as he pushed your panties to the side and kissed your clit.

"Oh... oh... god... J-Jackson..." You whined breathily, pushing your hands into his hair as he sucked on your clit like it was a cherry lollipop. His lips sucked harshly on your bud as his tongue slipped down and lapped your arousal up. His mouth was sinfully talented, and with the impending pleasure, you squeezed his head with your quivering thighs. "Fuck... you eat my pussy so good... fuck... oh..." You were giving it everything you had to not scream as he slipped two fingers into your juice-gushing cunt.

You were simply the sweetest of them all. Cillian grew high off of the way you tasted. It was like no other, truly incomparable to anything. None of the ripest and sweetest fruits could even begin to beat the taste of you. He'd happily die right here with your pussy in his mouth and the sound of your pretty sighs. Despite the deafening grip your thighs had on his skull, he was reveling in the way he was completely wrapped up in you. Like you were a spider luring in prey, and now you've caught it. But let's not forget who's in charge here... of course, it's Jackson. He's not eating pussy to get her off. He's eating pussy to get himself off. It doesn't matter if she screams or cries for him to stop. If that's what he wants, he'll drink her up like the essence of life for the rest of time. And oh, how good your fucked out pussy tasted. Jackson made you cum over and over again on his tongue until you were sobbing and trying to shove him away from you, but you were so fucking dizzy and still in the middle of cumming, so you had the strength of a twig.

"Pl-Please... Jackson..." You mewled, tugging on the roots of his hair to get him off of your pounding cunt. "It's too much... please... it's too much... fuck... stop... please!"

Tears were streaming down your face, and with your blurred vision, you looked down to see Jackson's newly opened ice-cold eyes staring straight up at you. You had seen that look from him a million times. You knew how much Cillian loved eating your pussy, and at this point, it wasn't even about being his character but enjoying the feeling of your heavenly sex in his mouth. The look in his eyes was identical to what a blood-drunk beast would look like as it devoured its unwilling and innocent victim. His pupils were blown wide, and his nostrils flared at the sight of your overstimulated tears. And this only made his cock that much harder.

"I'm serious, stop... please..." You whimpered, eyes falling in and out of focus. It truly felt like he was consuming you. "F-Fuck... you've had enough... please... Jacks... Jackson..." Your head falls back as you dissociate from reality. The confined space of being in this airplane bathroom with him wasn't helping with the overstimulation. Jackson had you cornered, as a predator would with its prey, and there truly was nowhere else for you to go from here.

"Alright..." He panted, lips smeared in cum and arousal as well as his own spit. "Time for me to fill you with my fucking babies."

"Just need a break... please... I need a break..." You wheezed, leaning against the wall for support. "Please... Jackson... I don't think I can handle it..."

"Oh, but that's not what your cute little pussy is saying... is it now?" He purred, spreading your folds open with two lazy fingers to peek at the sight of your dripping hole. "I'm fucking you whether you like it or not, princess... don't fucking deny me of what I'm so fucking entitled to..." He growled as he manhandled you into being in a more bent over position. You were completely helpless to him now. "If you even make a noise, I swear to god..." He huffed as he shoved your now discarded panties into your mouth to gag you. You let your head hang low with shame as you heard him undo his belt and zipper. "You're gonna enjoy this, I know you are," He whispered condescendingly into your ear, swiping a falling teardrop off of your cheek and licking it off of his thumb.

Your eyes squeezed shut as he poked at your entrance with the thick head of his cock, slowly teasing it in and out. Not enough to honestly give you anything, but just enough to rile you up. You pressed your ass back into his hips, and he willingly slipped in his cock. Despite how overstimulated you were just moments ago... your pussy changed its mind and decided it needed cock like your entire life depended on it.

"Look at that," He cooed as he slowly rutted his dick in and out of you. "I didn't think you'd fit so snugly around my cock. I thought you were gonna be a loose whore based on all the men you sleep with..." He said, and you mumbled through your cotton panties, but it barely made a sound. "Fuck... I see why he wants to marry you now..." Jackson hissed as he began truly pistoning his cock in and out of you. The wet noises were disgustingly loud, and anyone walking past could hear what was happening and immediately be suspicious. As well as the sound of his hips clapping with your ass as he fed you with his cock. Your mind was completely blank, like a loading screen almost the feeling of his dick was the only thing that mattered to you, your mind barely perceiving anything else.

The claustrophobia you felt before was non-existent, and it no longer was clear to you that you were literally in an airplane bathroom. You felt like you genuinely just were made to be fucked in the best way possible. Only by Cillian, of course... or well... uh... Jonathan... or Jackson...

"Excuse me?!" A knock from the outside pulled you out of your dumb whore state and made you look back at Jackson with a panicked expression. "How much longer are you gonna be in there? I really need to use this bathroom!"

"Too bad, wait for another one," Jackson grunted to the unwanted customer. "I'm gonna be a while."

"For fuck's sake..." The stranger grumbled before you heard the sound of them waddling away.

"You heard that?" Jackson growled in your ear, piercing your G-spot with every thrust of his hips. "I'm gonna take my sweet time with you, princess..." He moaned, hips trembling a bit at how good it felt to fuck you like this. The thrill of doing this was also an aphrodisiac to this situation, only fueling the fire. Of course, you'd done sneaky little things like this with Cillian before, but nothing this... outrageous... this risky. "How will your boyfriend feel about getting back to your hotel to find you full of another man's cum?" Jackson was groaning quietly. He was on the edge of bursting inside of her, but he wanted to hold on just a little longer. "He's not gonna be very happy, hmm?" He laughed at your tears, feeling the way you squeezed around him and told him you were starting another orgasm. And holding on to the edge was getting much harder for Jackson... with the way your cunt was absolutely trying to milk him for his cum.

"Mmmphhff!!" You moaned through your cotton gag, now soaked in your spit. Jackson laughed at the sounds you were making. He grabbed ahold of you by your hair while also keeping a steady grip on your lower back to keep you in place. He yanked on your hair like you were just a doll and looked at your big red eyes, sore from all the crying.

"Keep on cryin' like that, baby," He huffed, squinting his eyes on your orgasmic face. "Gonna spill my load into you cause of how fucking pretty you look when you cry..."

You cried in shame and embarrassment but also in pure pleasure that he was making you feel with his cock alone. You felt the hot spurts of cum begin to fill you up, and with that sensation alone, you felt yourself coming undone again. Jackson used you like a fleshlight, painting the inside of you white with his seed and getting off on how fucking pathetic you looked with tears smeared all over your face as well as your tits hanging out of your top. He looked away from your wet face to your coincidentally gushing pussy. He had never seen you so wet before, and his cock slid in and out of you like a waterslide. His cum was spilling out of you as his orgasm intensified at the beautiful sight of what his cock was doing to you.

"Shit," He hissed. His movements were sloppy, but it didn't matter to you because you had pretty much left this realm with how fucked-out you were. "Fuck, I need you to have my kids," He cried out, and you noticed that little bit of Irish slip out in his shaky voice. "Need to see ya pregnant... and fuck... fuckin' plump with my baby in ya... and... everyone will know who you fuckin' belong to..." Cillian whimpered, his hands now on both of your hips as he stilled himself completely. He shot the last squirts of cum deep into your womb.

He panted heavily as he remained inside of you. You both came down from your highs collectively. He slowly pulled out of you and that softness that lingered in the air immediately dissipated as he pushed you roughly down on your knees, face smushed against his wet cock.

"Lick me clean, slut," He commanded, hand placing your head firmly against his cock. "Want to see how good you are with your mouth."

You closed your eyes as you sucked off his cock. He was biting his lip to keep in the soft moans. His cock was still highly sensitive, but fuck... the feeling of you licking and sucking on him like he was a lollipop or some kind of sweet treat. He watched you with hooded eyes as you kissed down his clean shaft, now only coated in your saliva. Your lips wrapped around one of his balls, and swirled your tongue around them softly. He let out a loud gasp, growing properly hard again at the feeling of your mouth on his balls.

"Fuck... open your mouth... I'm gonna cum again... fucking hell..." Jackson grumbled, pushing you off of him and stroked his cock with his tip on your tongue. "I want you to swallow every last drop..."

"Yes... sir..." You nodded obediently, mouth watering, ready for the taste of his cum on your tongue.

With one last groan, he released his sperm into your waiting mouth. "Oh... fuck... princesss..." He sighed, cum spilling from your full mouth. As you tried to gulp it all down. His cock twitched a few more times before he stopped and pulled away, panting for air.

You licked your cum-covered lips and chin, smiling dopily like you were stoned. He tucked himself carefully back into his underwear and did his pants and belt back up, all while smirking at you.

"Jackson..." You whispered, melting to the floor after putting your underwear back on.

"Cillian, now, love," He whispered, crouching before you to help you back onto your feet. "You did so good for me... I'm so in love with ya..." He kissed along your face, holding you in his arms. "It's okay... baby girl, I'm right here," You buried your face in his neck and breathed heavily. You stood there while hugging until Cillian was fully dressed and stepped out. You waited it out in there for a little longer. You looked at yourself with red eyes and a dazed expression on your face. What had just happened to you, if anyone were to see you, was pretty clear. So as you slipped out of the bathroom, you didn't notice the two air hostesses watching you leave the bathroom that reeked of sex and cum now.

Cillian was sitting calmly, reading a book, and when he looked up at you, his eyes were full of love and also a look of concern.

"You alright, baby?" He hummed, stroking your hair affectionately. You nodded and pushed your face into his soft shirt, whining. "What is it? Did I hurt you too much?" He whispered with knitted eyebrows.

"N-No... daddy..." You whispered and he knew immediately what was wrong.

"Oh... baby," He hummed, quickly realizing you could push the armrest between you up, and he did just that, scooting closer to you and pulling your legs over his lap to cradle you more. "You sweet thing... you did so good for me," He praised lovingly, leaning down and kissing you softly. The position was a little suggestive to onlookers but not quite enough to necessarily get you in any trouble. "You're so fuckin' beautiful," He whispered with your spit drenching his lips, teeth, and chin. "Best girl... my best girl," He muttered before placing wet, sloppy kisses on the crowns of your forehead. "I love you..."

"I love you... Cill..." You smiled sleepily up at him, pussy mildly throbbing as you looked up at him. You just felt heavy with love and primal desire. It was hard to even focus on what you were saying or doing. Too preoccupied with taking in everything Cillian was doing. In a way, it was as if you were feeling everything he was feeling as if you had become one in mind and soul, both just existing, eternally connected and synced. It was symbiotic and so full of love. "You take such good care of me..."

Cillian laughed softly and kissed your face harder. "I could never care more about anything than you..." He hummed into your scalp. "You're my girl... you're... my world."

After those six words, nothing else really was comprehensive for you. You two cuddled up for the rest of the flight until you were made to buckle up for the touchdown. The long and treacherous journey of getting off an airplane into one of the busiest airports in the world was all a mind-numbing bore to you, and all your mind could really focus on was that Cillian was by your side with his hand resting on your lower back, guiding you through the maze-like hallways. In fact, you were in a trance at the way his arms looked carrying the heavy bags. You practically drooling with your lips parted, nearly wanting to take a bite from him. His arms drove you crazy, and the pure strength that he radiated from his body... that older, warm man.. sort of energy.

"C'mon, honey, this way, we're catchin' a car," He wrapped you up in one of his arms as he pushed along the trolley with your suitcases on it. "Don't wanna lose ya in New York City..." Cillian chuckled, and you just smiled up at him, silently looking around in amazement. "Still bein' quiet for me? Tha's okay, love, take your time..." He whispered sweetly.

You sat in the back of a black car, headed to a hotel on the city's other side. You sat in the middle, leaning on Cillian to rest as he looked down at you, the rising sun shining on his face angelically.

"Cillian..." You mumbled into his shoulder. "I'm cold."

"Yeah, baby, that's okay... you can hug me, c'mere... let me hold ya..."

This time, Cillian wrapped you up into his arms and ran his hands up and down your body. Checking into the lobby was long and tedious and dealing with Americans and other women ogling at Cillian made you want to puke your guts out. Like... stop looking at him like that. It was irritating the way they looked at you too, but at this point, you were too tired to care.

"Go on, baby... they've already sent our luggage to our room. I'll meet you there... Just gonna get us a snack..." He whispered in your ear as he was speaking to the receptionist. "It's okay..." He slid you one of the key cards to the room and patted you on the back. Hesitantly, you looked at him with a pout before walking to the elevator to find your room.

You were on one of the top floors of the tall building, and the hallways were long and white and blinding. It took you around another ten minutes to find your room. You sighed as you unlocked the door at the sound of a loud *BEEP* and waddled your way in; you let out a bloodcurdling scream at the sight of a man sitting on your bed with a sickening smile.

"Hello, darling," Jackson's cold voice chuckled in the dark. "I guess you weren't expecting me..." He laughed as he stood up from the bed. Your heart dropped, and part of you panicked... stupidly, you knew it was just Cillian continuing this little affair you were having. But part of you genuinely believed that it was Jackson, and you thought Cillian was downstairs, utterly unaware of this. He was so convincing.

"Wh-What...?" You murmured dumbly as he walked over to the door and locked it behind you.

"Oh darling, did you miss me?" His eyes in the dark were still eerily bright and unnerving, pupils blown wide as he looked at you like an owl in the night. "I bet your little pussy did," He said in faux sympathy, his hand cupping you through your shorts. You still hadn't fully recovered from what you two did just four hours ago, or however long it had been. "I can feel how hot you are for me..." Jackson spat. You were so entranced by what was happening that you didn't notice the complete outfit change. He was wearing a full suit. How would Cillian have time to beat you to your room and also get changed into a nice suit? But you didn't care. He was here, and that was all that mattered.

"Jack-Jackson... Cillian will be back... at any moment..." You whimpered as he pinned you against the wall and tugged your shorts down. "He'll... He'll hurt you... for touching me!" Jackson laughed wildly at your whimpering.

"Oh baby, I'd like to see him try," His laugh was sadistic and that of a villain's. "Think I'd... strap him to a chair and make him watch as I fuck you better than he ever could..." Jackson growled, pulling off his clothes. "Imagine how jealous he'd be... seein' me treat you like a whore, taking my cock so nicely... bet he'd never be able to look at you the same way again..."

"Jackson..." You said with tears in your eyes.

"Oh, you gonna cry more?" He snickered as he curled his fingers around your throat and pushed you down onto the bed. As quickly as you fell, he was on top of you, undoing his pants. "Fucking hell... thought about this tight pussy... gonna have to fill it with all of my cum..."

"Pl-Please... I'm still too sensitive..." You whispered and squeezed your eyes shut as he pulled your shorts down completely and ripped open your shirt. He was treating you like an inanimate object.

"Oh shut up, I know you fucking want me," He huffed. Your underwear was pushed to the side now, and the tip of his cock was pressing into your used hole. "Fuck..." Jackson groaned, shutting his eyes as your cunt squeezed around him like a vice.

"Please... I can't... I can't do anymore..." You cried, trying to push him off you, but it was no use. Your arms were like noodles at the moment. "Jackson..."

"Your pussy says otherwise," He laughed menacingly before slowly pulling back out with just his thick head in you. "You're so cute when you cry..." He snapped his hips back into you roughly, and you mewled as he brushed against your G-spot.

"Oh!" You cried. His hands groped at your tits as he began fucking you like some sort of inanimate sex doll. You couldn't deny the pleasure that was mixed in with the pain. It was all-consuming and truly debilitating. "Fuck..." Tears were slipping down your face as your body bounced with each thrust.

Jackson was fucking you like a feral animal, with absolutely no concern as to how you were feeling. Sweat was dripping down his neck, his pelvis slapping against your swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your trembling body. God, it was shameful how good he fucked you. Cillian was really giving it his all to be this character.

"So fucking easy," He grunted. "You're such a fucking whore..." He growled. His American accent was spot on and eerily felt like someone else was talking and not Cillian.

"J-Jackson... you need to slow down... you're hurting me..." You whined as he pulled out of you and shoved you over onto your stomach before shoving his fat cock back in you. "O-Oh!" You choked out, reaching out your arms and gripping the bedsheets. "Slow... slow down... Jackson..." You whined, pressing your face into the sheets as you moaned pathetically.

"Shut the fuck up," He hissed, holding your plush hips in his hands as he rocked you back and forth on his cock. Jackson was loving the sight of your ass bouncing back and forth while he fucked you like a doll. The way he was fucking you was simply animalistic. Like he was the predator and you were the prey, he had found your weak spot, and he was now tearing you open, licking his teeth as he prepared you to eat. "Take my cock like a good girl would, bitch."

"Fuuuuuuck...." You cried out dizzily, mouth gaping wide as he tugged on your hair from behind. It was like a shot out of a porno, the sickening way his skin slapped against yours, or the way his hips were like literal pistons, drilling in and out of you. Meanwhile, the harsh grip on your hair was lulling you into a state of pure sex. You truly did not give a fuck what was happening, too distracted and in love with the fullness of his cock, fucking like all you were good for. "Jackson... Jackson.... please... fuck... please!" You weren't quite sure what you were trying to say. Your brain was no longer in coerce with your teeth and tongue and you were just spewing out broken sentences.

"What? You gonna cum?" He laughed sadistically. "That's right, cum on my dick, get it wet."

"Ernghhggghhg....." You drooled, moaning as he dropped your hair and quickly grabbed at your ass to fuck you further into your orgasm. Gee, you hoped the walls were thick with how loud you were being. With the slamming headboard and the way you were screaming for it, the surrounding hotel guests and people passing by in the hallways outside would surely hear every echo of it.

"So pretty when you're cockdrunk," Jackson grunted. "Bet your pretty boyfriend never fucks you like this... bet he's never got you seein' stars," His American accent made you squeeze. And in a way, he was right. You had never been so thoroughly spent as you were right now, and every nerve in your being was lit in some sort of rampageous flame and was endlessly burning in the pleasure. "Mmmm... I'm right... and you know it." He slapped your ass hard, having you seeing stars hanging around the room.

"J-Jaaaaccck...." You whined, pussy clenching down on his cock.

"Fuck..." He hissed disapprovingly. "Don't fuckin' do that, bitch... I'm not cumming in you yet."

"Please..." You whined. "Please, I need you... daddy... please..."

At this point, you were too dumb to realize it truly wasn't Cillian who was fucking you. You'd never call another man daddy if it weren't Cillian, no matter how in love or obsessed you were with that person, no man could ever be your daddy the way Cillian is. There was something fundamentally twisted inside of you that you didn't realize or immediately recognize the fact that this cock wasn't uncut and was a different shape. But anyway... on with the story...

"Aw... daddy?" He cooed mockingly. "You need your daddy?" Jackson cackled, gripping your hips in a painfully hard way, enough to leave hand-shaped bruises. "That's right, I'll cum in you... you can make me a daddy..." He smirked. "You're gonna take all that cum I give you and make us a fuckin' baby."

"Fuck... whatever you want..." You sighed, still delirious on pleasure. "Please... just want you to cum in me... please..."

Jackson chuffed cheekily and continued using you like some sort of cum-dump. "You're gonna do good in being full of my cum... I think you'll be able to handle it."

You nodded helplessly; your ass and your hips were throbbing with the way he was holding you. A never-ending give-and-take pushing you over the edge over and over again. It was a miracle when he finally came, groaning and moaning.

"Fuck, take it, milk my fucking cock," Jackson moaned loudly, throwing his head back and his hair splayed out on his face. His cum was thick and strong, hitting you like some sort of shotgun. You moaned with each spurt, gasping for air with how much arousal you were spilling from your used cunt.

"Oh... fuck..." You whispered, biting into your arm. "So good... so good... daddy..." He groaned as he pulled out of you and pushed you down onto the bed carelessly, not even bothering to watch how his load slowly leaked from your pussy or even to watch you finger it back in cherishingly.

"Wh-Where are you going, Cillian?" You asked softly, looking back up to meet him in the eyes. A chill went down your spine at the sight of his slightly longer hair and lighter-colored roots; he stared at you with the face of a thirty-year-old man, not a forty-year-old one. You were so confused and still so out of it.

Jackson just laughed and pulled his pants back on, grabbing his things before waving goodbye as he walked out of the room. What the fuck just happened? Cillian was doing a convincing job at how he was playing this Jackson character. You wondered how long he would be gone for. You needed comforting. You tucked yourself into bed with shaky legs and tears because Cillian wasn't there. You really needed him to hold you and to hear his voice.

Eventually, after about a dozen tears were shed, the door cracked open, and Cillian came with two small plates of cake for you to eat. "Oh baby, was I gone that long?" Cillian whispered, setting the plates down neatly on the bedside table. "I'm so sorry, my sweet girl," He whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing you on the forehead. He seemed... so... not sweaty... and different. You stayed quiet and just nodded sadly as he pulled away and quickly got changed.

He crawled into bed with you, pulling the covers up, and quickly wrapped you up in his arms. "Daddy..." You whispered.

"Mmm?" He hummed while brushing your hair with his fingers.

"You were really rough with me... just then..." "What?" He asked with a confused tone. "What do you mean? I'm so sorry... did I sit on your hand or something?" "N-No... I'm talking about when... you were just in here... doing Jackson..."

"What do you mean?" He sat you up now. You two were sitting in each other's arms and staring at each other. His eyebrows were knitted as if he didn't recall what just happened. "I did pretend to be Jackson... on the plane? Yes?" He nodded, trying to see where you were going with this.

"No... I'm not talkin' bout the plane, silly..." You shook your head, laughing softly. "Just now... in the room... when you... you know... from behind..." You bit your lip, looking down at the sheets that were covering your bare legs entangled with Cillian's.

"I haven't been in here for..." Cillian hummed while checking his watch for the time. "Twenty minutes or so?" He looked back up at you, blue eyes flashing even more confusion. "Did you fall asleep and have a wet dream about daddy?" Cillian teased, leaning in and nuzzling your cheek while giggling.

"N-No! It was real... what do you mean?" You asked, now slightly offended that Cillian was trying to trick you. But part of you was putting the pieces together in your head, even if they didn't make sense. "Cillian... I've still got your cum... dripping out of me..."

"That must've been from earlier," Cillian sighed as he laid you back down, still in a laughing fit. "You're so cute... baby... can't believe you dream about me..." Cillian laughed, not noticing your silence. He looked up at the ceiling with a big grin on his face while you just pressed your face to his chest in hopes of it calming you down. Your eyebrows were furrowed deeply, and your mouth held a heavy frown. "Do you dream about me often?"

"Yes... but this wasn't a dream... Cillian... why are you trying to make that up? I'm being serious..."

"Love, I haven't been in here this whole time..." Cillian said a bit more seriously. He ran his thumb along your cheek lovingly. "You must've just fallen asleep... and had a little sexy dream about 'ye old Jackson Rippner."

"Yeah..."

"I know how sleepy you can get," Cillian whispered before pecking you softly. He talked against your lips, and for a brief moment, as if a screen were flashing, you saw Neil Lewis talking to you hotly against your lips, his breath and yours connected. He had you pinned on the couch. It was straight out of that scene with Violet and Neil on his couch. But as quickly as it came, it left. "We did travel quite a lot."

"Yeah..." You whispered, still taken aback by your vision. "Erm... let's just go to sleep... Cillian... I'm really tired..."

"Okay... yer not upset by me are ya?" He asked softly as you laid down and got into your usual spooning position. You faced away from him with that look on your face.

"No, baby, I'm just tired..." You whispered with red eyes. "Please just hold me... I love you so much..."

"I love you too, darling..." Cillian hummed, kissing along your shoulders. "Goodnight, my love, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight..." You murmured back absentmindedly.

Eventually, Cillian was snoring softly behind you, and though you felt sleepy, you just lay there and stared at the glowing clock face. You truly felt like you were going crazy. Why would Cillian lie to you and say that that was just a dream? You glanced down at your hips, which now held faint purple bruise-like indents from where Cillian had held you so hard. That did happen, right? You didn't dream that. Your dreams are never that vivid... or realistic.

Or maybe you were that tired? You have been traveling a lot. It was literally impossible for a movie character to come to life and fuck you. Right? You're just tired and confused, that's all. It was a dream. You convinced yourself.

Just a dream.

Just a...

Harmless...

Little...

Dream...

You repeated in your head as you let yourself fall asleep.

Was it?

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EHEHEHEH ENJOY <3 I CAN'T WAIT TO RELEASE THE THIRD PART YAYAYAAYAYY!!!

(there will be a part 3 and it'll be the last part)

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An Illicit Affair

Part Eight: The Morning After

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

On Thursday morning, right following a night of steamy passion and countless orgasms shared in that luxurious hotel room, you woke up to find Cillian spooning you from behind, his naked form clinging tightly to your back.

You glanced at the luminous numbers of the digital clock on the bedside table; it was just seven o'clock and you dosed back off to sleep for an hour longer, enjoying the warmth of his arms wrapped snugly around you. You relished in the fact that you had successfully managed to sidestep the path of normalcy.

Each of you had cleared your schedules for the day, planning to indulge in each other's company without any interruptions from the outside world.

Cillian had texted his agent last night, cancelling his interview with Vanity Fair, insisting that he needed some personal time following his son's accident and would be unavailable today. His agent understood, respecting that he too deserved space to breathe and experience some time off. 

You, on the other hand, had sent a quick text message to Lucy explaining that you would be spending the next couple of days away from campus and, since you only had two lectures and no work scheduled until the weekend, she seemed to grasp the idea without pressing for further details.

By eight o'clock, the sun peeked through the curtains, casting shadows of light upon the wall-to-wall carpeted floors. You opened your eyes again slowly before turning around carefully to face Cillian who appeared to be still asleep. 

You admired his features; the sculpted planes of his face, the small scar beneath his chin, the freckles that dotted his cheeks, and even the small patch of slightly greying hair covering his chest. 

His hands rested on your hips, holding you close. The feel of his breath on your neck and shoulders was comforting and exciting.

Your heart raced at the thought of waking him up and starting another round of pleasure, but you resisted the urge, deciding instead to lie there, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Seeing his greying hair and crow's feet around his eyes, you had always felt drawn to him, the fact that he was older exciting you tremendously. 

Though you knew the dangers of playing with fire, you couldn't resist the flames dancing in your belly every time you looked at him. There was something incredibly enticing about him and it was not just lust you felt. 

No, it was much more potent than sexual attraction. It was the realization that this man could challenge you, inspire you, and push you beyond your limits. In essence, he was the embodiment of everything you desired in a partner with just two small problems to consider. He was married to someone else, and he was your ex-boyfriend's father.

The two of you had crossed boundaries that society deemed taboo and irreversible. Yet, none of those concerns mattered to you right now as you looked at him in awe. He simply looked breathtaking, even more so than the first time you saw him and, as you finally ran your fingers through his grey hair, he stirred, opening his eyes groggily.

"Morning, beautiful," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms tighter around you. "You look gorgeous like this," he commented, his eyes roaming over your face hungrily.

"Like this?" you smiled shyly, turning your face into his caress. 

"Yes, like this. So natural. No make up, just your flawless beauty," Cillian smiled, admiring you.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you chuckled, your eyes lighting up at hearing Cillian's compliment. "But thank you," you added sincerely, and he leaned over to kiss you on the mouth, the taste of wine still lingering on his lips from the night you shared.

"I wish I could stay in this room with you like this forever," Cillian breathed against your mouth, his hands roving across your skin as he spoke.

"Me too," you whispered as his fingers lingered on your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. 

"You're absolutely stunning Y/N…" he murmured, looking intently at you and you were lost in his eyes. 

They were mesmerizing and full of desire, longing, and a promise of things to come.

"You're not so bad yourself, Cillian…” you teased, kissing him lightly on the lips before rolling on top of him.

"In fact, I think that you are incredibly handsome," you continued, tracing your finger along his jawline before kissing along his neck.

"Don't stop there," Cillian murmured, his voice low and sultry, and a thrill coursed through you.

"Where should I continue?" you asked, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

"Downwards," Cillian breathed, reaching out to cup your cheek, his fingers trembling slightly.

You smiled and lowered your head, planting kisses along his neck again before working your way downwards.

The feel of his strong hands on your back guided you expertly as you moved lower, kissing and licking every inch of his torso.

"Tell me Cillian, where exactly do you want my lips," you whispered provocatively, pausing briefly to look up at him.

His breath hitched, his gaze intense as he stared down at you.

"On my cock," he rasped, the word hanging heavily between you.

You smirked, reaching down to grasp his naked shaft, already hard and throbbing. 

"Really?" you challenged, biting your lip lightly.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, his erection growing harder and harder beneath your touch before tying back your hair with the elastic wrapped around your wrist.

You then flicked your tongue out, teasing the tip of his penis before sucking it into your mouth.

"Fuck!" he cursed softly, arching his back as you sucked him deeper, taking him all the way inside your hot, wet mouth. You swirled your tongue around his length, tasting him, enjoying the sensation of his cock pulsing in your hand as you worked it rhythmically.

"Ah, fuck yes," he gasped, thrusting upwards into your mouth, reveling in the fact that no one had made him feel like this before. 

"You're incredible," he muttered breathlessly, his grip tightening on your hair. You paused, gazing up at him. "Keep going," he pleaded, his voice strained and desperate. You resumed your movements, bobbing your head faster as you took him deeper, swallowing him whole.

"I'm close," he groaned after about twenty minutes of you pleasuring him, bucking wildly underneath you as you massaged his balls firmly, drawing out his orgasm. With a final, forceful thrust, he exploded, filling your mouth with his seed. You swallowed greedily, lapping up every drop.

The taste was bitter, salty, and utterly erotic. A sense of power surged through you as you looked up at Cillian, his eyes wide with shock and satisfaction. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice hoarse and raw but before you could continue your erotic adventure, Cillian's phone rang loudly. 

He fumbled for it amongst the pillows, finally locating it under a rumpled sheet.

"Dermont," he croaked, clearing his throat nervously. "Hi, is everything alright?" he continued quietly, listening intently as his friend ought to confirm his whereabouts.

"You are staying at the Westin, aren't you?" Dermont asked while juggling two cups of coffee in his hands.

"Yes, why?" Cillian asked suspiciously, his tone shifting abruptly.

"I am standing downstairs, in the lobby, with two caffeinated beverages,"  Dermont responded cheerfully, ignoring Cillian's sharp change in demeanor. "I hope I am not disturbing anything?" he added innocently, earning a scowl from Cillian.

"No man” Cillian stammered. "Of course not," he lied smoothly, looking over his shoulder at you. "I didn't even know that you were coming to London," he then went on to say, trying to mask his surprise. 

"I got in this morning," Dermont said. "Now, are you coming down or do you want me to come up to your room?" Dermont chimed, and Cillian let out a soft groan, glancing at you nervously. "Uh, no, don't come up," he stuttered, "I'll be down in a minute," he promised before disconnecting the call.

"Is everything okay?" you asked worriedly, sitting up on the edge of the bed while Cillian grabbed his clothes from the floor. 

"Everything is fine," he tried to assure you, slipping his pants on hastily. "But I need to head off for ten minutes. A friend of mine is in the lobby," Cillian apologized, fastening his belt.

"It's fine. Seriously. I might have a bath and order some breakfast for us for when you come back" you suggested before pulling Cillian in for a quick kiss. "Don't take too long though. I am still aching for you," you teased, giving Cillian a flirtatious glance before heading to the bathroom while Cillian left the room to meet his friend.

Once Cillian was gone, you ordered two plates of eggs Benedict alongside fresh fruit salad and a side of crispy bacon. Satisfied with your selection, you then indulged in a leisurely soak in the tub, letting the warm water wash away the tension from your muscles while Cillian caught up with his best friend Dermont. 

"Hey man," Dermont greeted him with a wide grin, handing him a steaming cup of coffee. "I heard about Max," he said earnestly, concern etched onto his face. "How is he doing?" he asked, and Cillian inhaled deeply before responding.

"He's good, considering the circumstances," Cillian stated flatly, forcing a smile. "The doctors expect him to make a full recovery, which is all that matters," he then assured Dermont, his voice cracking slightly. "Thanks for checking in. I appreciate it," he then uttered, grateful for such genuine support.

"How are you holding up?" Dermont asked, concerned for his friend. "You seem distracted," he noted, peering at Cillian closely who was looking at his watch. "No, I am good. I have a meeting at nine and will have to get ready..." Cillian began to say just as one of the hotel staff members came to seek him out, recognizing him in the lobby amongst a handful of people.

"Mr Murphy, your wife ordered some breakfast, but I am afraid that we are out of the cold pressed juices she selected," the staff member explained, causing Cillian to blush with emberassment.

"Just orange juice is fine," he quickly answered while Dermont looked at him sideways with raised eyebrows. 

"Your wife, huh?" Dermont repeated, narrowing his eyes at Cillian. "Are you sure you are okay?" he asked, watching his friend closely. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" Dermont urged, setting his coffee on the nearby table.

"Yeah, thanks," Cillian nodded, picking up his own coffee cup. "I'm fine, Derm. Just...preoccupied," he clarified, taking a sip. "With work, mostly," he added, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And Danielle?" Dermont asked. "I know that she is back in Dublin, looking after Max, which makes me wonder..." Dermont questioned cautiously, scrutinizing Cillian closely, and before Dermont could finish his question, Cillian told him that he wasn't staying in his hotel room alone.

"I am seeing someone," Cillian blurted out quietly, his face reddening in embarrassment. Dermont stared dumbfounded at Cillian, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"You are having an affair?" Dermont exclaimed shocked, his eyes widening. "Are you mad?" he asked incredulously, raising a brow before sipping his coffee thoughtfully. "Who is she?"

"I can't tell you man," Cillian replied nervously, avoiding eye contact with Dermont who was quick to reassure his friend that his secrets would be safe with him. 

"Look, if you don't want to talk about it, that's cool," Dermont said sympathetically, placing a comforting hand on Cillian's shoulder. "But if you ever need anyone to confide in, just reach out to me," Dermont promised, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I mean, I know you've been dealing with a lot lately..." Dermont trailed off, his words hitting a nerve with Cillian who decided to confide in his best friend.

"Her name is Y/N and she used to date my son," Cillian revealed hesitantly, fearing the judgment he might receive from Dermont.

"Wait, what?" Dermont exclaimed, his eyes bugging out in disbelief. "The med student? The one we met at your house a few months back?" Dermont remembered, the shock evident on his face. "I didn't realize you guys..." Dermont trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief. "Jesus, Cil, how did this happen?" he asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"It was a complete accident," Cillian explained defensively, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "We ran into each other in London not so long ago. We had a few drinks and one thing led to another," Cillian confessed, averting his gaze. "I know it sounds crazy, but we just fell into it," he sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking helplessly at Dermont.

Dermont studied Cillian closely, a storm brewing inside his head. "Didn't you feel awkward? Or guilty?" he asked, his voice stern and disapproving. "I mean, your son has been dating the same girl you are currently involved with?" Dermont asked, struggling to wrap his head around this bombshell revelation.

"A little at first," Cillian admitted, squirming in his seat at the memory. "But I feel so fucking alive when I'm with her," he confessed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "She's so different from Danielle - so spontaneous, so wild yet mature beyond her years," Cillian gushed, a reverential note creeping into his voice. "There's nothing like this, Derm," he insisted, gripping the armrests of his chair tightly. "I never imagined that I would feel this intensely again," he confessed, his voice breaking slightly.

Dermont sat silently across from Cillian, absorbing his words while studying his friend's expression closely.

He noticed the way Cillian's Adam's apple bobbed nervously, the way his eyes darted around as if searching for escape. Dermont could tell that Cillian was genuinely torn apart by his feelings for you, yet scared to fully embrace them.

"How many times have you seen her?" Dermont probed gently, studying Cillian's tormented expression. "Twice," Cillian mumbled reluctantly, his voice cracking slightly. "I swear, Derm, it just happened," Cillian declared earnestly, his eyes pleading for understanding. 

"You know you can't hold up an affair like this. You will get caught eventuelly," Dermont warned, studying Cillian's anguished expression. "I don't know if I can advise you on this matter, Cil," Dermont sighed, rapping his knuckles on the table. "But whatever you decide, please consider the consequences thoroughly," Dermont advised, his voice grave and sombre. "Because once this news gets out, it will cause havoc, and people will suffer," Dermont predicted gravely, staring straight into Cillian's eyes.

"You're not just hurting Danielle here, you're also affecting the entire family," Dermont reminded him, sensing Cillian's indecision.

"I know," Cillian whispered miserably, feeling like a failure. "I should end it with Y/N, right?" he sighed, contemplating his predicament. "But I can't. I really care about her, Derm and my marriage has been falling apart for quite some time now," Cillian whispered miserably, wringing his hands nervously. "What am I supposed to do?" he pleaded, seeking advice from his best friend.

"Maybe you should try talking to Danielle," Dermont suggested tentatively, watching Cillian closely. "Have you tried?" he asked, recalling how detached they had seemed during their last visit together.

"Not really," Cillian admitted guiltily, lowering his gaze. "Things between Danielle and me haven't been great and you know that," he confessed, squirming in his seat. "I have been unhappy for years," he admitted, his voice dropping to a painful whisper. 

"Like I said, I don't know what the answer is man, but do you really want to throw away 20 years of marriage for a fling with a woman half your age?" Dermont asked, knowing the impact of his words and, somehow, they resonated with Cillian.

"I suppose I owe it to myself and our relationship to at least attempt to communicate with Danielle," Cillian agreed, nodding slowly. He knew deep down that Dermont was right. He couldn't live with himself if he threw away twenty years of marriage for a fleeting affair and he knew that ending it with you would be the only way to possibly save what he had built for so long. 

To be continued...

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Welcome! My name is Lauren. I am 23, use she/her pronouns, and am a fanfiction writer as well as a self-admitted film snob. I write OC x Canon fanfiction, mostly for Cillian Murphy characters.

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Dunkirk

Cold Waters & Sunlit Gardens

When she decides to accompany the Dawsons on their voyage to help during the evacuation of Dunkirk, Daisy Preston has little idea of what she is actually getting herself into. All she knows is that there's tea, the roar of planes overhead, and the blue eyes of the handsome, shivering soldier they just rescued from a shipwreck staring at her from across the deck.

In Time

The Shackles of Broken Time

Trapped in poverty and forced to contribute to a cause she doesn't actually believe in, Rose Mason keeps her mind focused on simply surviving day to day. Until a few reckless actions catch her the attention of Timekeeper Raymond Leon; the last person anyone would want to have as an enemy.

Inception

Hiding Here Inside a Dream

Alice Emerson has known Robert Fischer since they were four years old. Instant best friends, they were near inseparable until the meddling of an abusive father drove them apart. But perhaps they can find their way back to one another. And maybe, finally, admit that they've been in love with each other all this time.

Peaky Blinders

Love Me Where I'm Most Ruined (In Progress)

They call him the Devil. They tell her to stay clear of him. They warn her that he'll steal her soul. But Lucy Winters came to Small Health fleeing monsters and unspeakable trauma. And her soul seems but a small price to pay in exchange for the things that Tommy Shelby has to offer her.

Nocturnal Me

There’s something sitting on the edge of the bed, and it wants her husband.

The Dark Knight Trilogy

The Shadow Game

Broken, traumatized, and more than a little insane, Vanessa Sullivan and Jonathan Crane's childhoods were steeped in horror and loneliness. But when they are assigned as lab partners during their time in college, they realize that they may not be as alone in their madness as they'd both originally thought.

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Red Carpet

Epilogue - Part 2 of 2

***!!!Warning: mature content, minors DNI, 18+ readers only!!!***

Previous part here

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“That’s everything, yeah?” the driver asked as he grabbed Cillian’s duffel bag from the ground of the loading area and placed it in the trunk of the car. “Nothing else for you?”

“Nah, that’s it; thanks, man,” Cillian said.

He lifted his suitcase and shoved it in beside his duffel bag. Looking at the two small, lone pieces of luggage, it was hard to believe he’d been gone for nearly six weeks.

After the driver closed the trunk of the car, Cillian walked around to the passenger door. He paused for a moment to pat down his pockets and make sure he had everything before getting in the car and reclining in the seat, leaning his head back against the headrest and letting out a deep breath.

It felt so good to be back, but something, or rather, someone, was still missing. He’d missed her so much, and he wouldn’t feel truly relaxed until he went and got Lauren, took her home, and wrapped himself around her in their bed.

Lifting his head, he looked down at his wrinkled shirt and frowned before running a hand through his hair. He probably smelled like the stale air from the plane, and what he was wearing had been the last clean set of clothes he had. If it was any other day, he would go home first and freshen up, but there was no way he was waiting any longer than necessary to see Lauren. It was the whole reason he’d found himself an earlier connecting flight home and arranged it the night prior. He shifted in his seat, rearranging the stuff in his pocket again before pulling out his phone.

He’d updated Lauren on the fact that he’d be home sooner than originally planned, but he’d intentionally been vague when telling her when to expect him, wanting there to be a little bit of a surprise. He wanted to make her antsy, simply because she was so adorably impatient. But when he looked down at his phone, he was surprised to see that she hadn’t texted him again since earlier that morning, after replying with confirmation that she’d meet him at her office. He did have a text from his mother, however. It was a picture of another box that Lauren had shipped, but, zooming in on the label, he could see that it had been addressed to his mother. Inside the box was an assortment of goodies and self-care products, with a note in Lauren’s handwriting that said, “Remember to take care of yourself, too!” Beneath the photo, his mother had messaged him,

She is the sweetest girl! You better bring her with you next time or your father and I will do you in!

Cillian smiled, thinking of Lauren. How was she so damn incredible? It never ceased to amaze him.

Just then, he got a text message from Sharon. She confirmed that she’d given Lauren the next couple of days off, as Cillian had asked her to do. He smiled to himself and put his phone back in his pocket as the car pulled out into traffic.

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For what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon, Lauren looked up to the door that led into the agency as she heard it open and close yet again. Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation, but when she didn’t see who she was looking for, she briefly pouted before returning her gaze back down to the papers she had spread across the conference table.

Do this many people always come by throughout the day? she thought to herself. She couldn’t remember a previous day when there was ever this much in and out, and she felt like the universe was just taunting her. She smiled to herself as she realized how appropriate that was, though, considering who she was waiting for.

After five and a half long weeks, Cillian was supposed to finally be arriving back from Ireland today. And while they’d originally discussed him meeting her at home upon arrival, Cillian had texted Lauren from the airport after his first flight and explained that he’d managed to get re-assigned to an earlier connecting flight that would get him home sooner. He’d been elusive about exactly what time to expect him, though, and so she didn’t know if it would be another twenty minutes or another two hours before she saw him. She knew he was intentionally being vague just to torment her.

Well, fine – two could play that game. Even after Sharon had told her that she was giving her the next few days off at Cillian’s request, so they could spend some time together, Lauren didn’t pick up her phone. She knew he’d expect her to text him, but she wouldn’t say a peep.

Exhaling, Lauren leaned back in her chair and reclined, reaching her arms up above her head and stretching. She’d been trying to distract herself with a stack of paperwork that’d been holding her office desk down for days. While in her office, she kept drifting from the papers to her computer, searching the airport’s arrivals page for flight info, but she didn’t know which airline Cillian’s new connecting flight had been through, so it was pointless. Finally, she’d moved herself out to the common area’s conference table, hoping that being there instead would force her to focus.

As she lowered her arms, Lauren rolled her shoulders and then slipped her hand under her neckline briefly to adjust her bra strap. She blushed to herself as she felt the material. A couple weeks ago, when she’d been out shopping with Alex, she’d bought a new lingerie set in anticipation of Cillian’s return. And while he’d told her he wanted her sporting only his sweatshirt when he walked through the door at home, she’d slipped the lacy pieces on under her clothes when he’d messaged her that morning with his new plan to come find her at the agency. She’d also put on his favorite perfume of hers and left her long hair down, which she knew was how Cillian liked it most.

While still sat at the table, one of the agency’s new employees, Cara, came to find Lauren and discuss several clients and upcoming events. They sat for a while, going over details, and Lauren welcomed the distraction. But as Cara finally got up from the table, Lauren heard the agency door open another time, and something immediately told her it was Cillian. Sure enough, she saw him appear in her peripheral and stop at the edge of the room, but Lauren intentionally kept her eyes on Cara as she got up and gathered the papers she’d asked Lauren to review.

“Oh, one more thing,” Cara said, her back to the door and unaware of Cillian’s presence. “These are some details on an interview that someone is requesting with Mr. Murphy. They’re hoping to hear back from you by next week.”

Lauren’s heart skipped a beat as Cara reached out the paper to her, but she kept her expression neutral before then making an exaggerated face of displeasure.

“Ugh, this guy again?” Lauren said, rolling her eyes and faking a tone of annoyance. “Why do they want to interview him, anyway? He’s actually not that great, you know?”

Cara gave her a look of surprise before she spoke.

“Umm...isn’t he your boyfriend?” she asked in confusion.

Trying not to smile, Lauren quickly darted her eyes to Cillian, who’d been watching the entire scene, before looking back to Cara.

“Yeah. What’s your point?” she said. She then reached the paper back out to her and smiled. “I’ll get back to them soon. Thanks, Cara.”

Taking the paper from Lauren, Cara nodded slowly, confusion still written on her face as she walked away.

Cillian couldn’t control the grin that spread across his face or the way his pulse quickened as Lauren was once again left alone at the table. When their eyes met again, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked towards her, itching to wrap her up in his arms, but so amused by her little game that he decided to play along. It was hard, considering how insanely beautiful she looked and how badly he just wanted to hold her.

Lauren tried to contain her smile as he walked closer to the table.

“Oh, Mr. Murphy,” she said, “I didn’t see you there. Can I help you with something?”

He looked so devastatingly handsome that Lauren had to physically grip the edge of the table to stop herself from going to him. She just wanted to wrap her arms around him and never let go. Instead, she pushed her chair back from the table slightly, adjusting the skirt of her sundress as she crossed her legs, looking at him expectantly.

“Yes, actually,” he responded, still smiling. “I was wondering if you had a complaint department? I’m hoping there’s someone there I can talk to as soon as possible.”

“May I ask why?” Lauren said.

“Well, I’ve heard there’s a staff member around here who has been badmouthing me to your new employees. I just want to speak with someone and make sure that whoever she is gets what’s coming to her.”

“Ahh, I see,” Lauren replied with a smile. Slowly, she pushed her chair the rest of the way out from the table and stood up. Rounding the table, she stepped up to him.

“We do have a complaint department,” she said, “But they’re located on another floor, if you’ll just come with me.”

With that, she reached down and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and starting to walk. As they made their way through the office, several people greeted Cillian as they passed, but he could only focus enough to give quick pleasantries as he followed behind Lauren, squeezing her hand as she pulled him along.

Silently, she led him out of the office and down the long hallway, heading for the stairwell. When they finally reached the door, Lauren opened it, releasing Cillian’s hand and stepping through. Cillian followed through behind her and waited for the door to close before he turned around. Her back to him, Lauren was gripping the railing and leaning over, looking down to make sure the stairwell was deserted. Before she could turn back around, though, Cillian wrapped his arms around her waist and violently yanked her towards him, causing her to let out a squeal of surprise as he pulled her against him and backed them into the corner of the landing.

Their bodies and lips crashed together as Lauren’s back met the wall, Cillian’s hand behind her head. They both moaned simultaneously and grasped at each other blindly as the tension of the endless weeks apart was finally broken. Lauren threw her arms around Cillian’s neck and pulled him closer as he reached down and gripped her ass through her dress, squeezing so tight that her leg lifted off the floor and she planted the bottom of her foot against the wall. Finally having to part to take a breath, Cillian inhaled, and the scent of her perfume was as arousing as having his hands on her. He lowered his face to her neck and tucked his head above her shoulder, running his mouth and his tongue over every inch of her skin that he could access.

Finally having Cillian this close, Lauren breathed in his cologne, and the scent had every single vein in her body pulsing. As his mouth roamed over her skin, she moaned again, and her hands flew to his head as she entangled her fingers in his hair, tugging it harshly and gasping when he bit at her neck. ​Hearing her and feeling the tug of her fingers, Cillian pulled away from Lauren���s neck and raised his head to hers.

Their eyes met briefly before Lauren reached out and grasped his chin in her fingers, pulling his face back to hers and planting slow, sensual kisses all over his jaw and under his ear. Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat when Cillian groaned loudly and slid his hand from her bottom up to her chest, grazing her breast through her dress as he pressed himself harder against her. She moaned again before then continuing to trail kisses along his jaw.

“I missed you so much,” Lauren whispered in his ear, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as her chest heaved with each breath.

Cillian pulled his face away from her mouth and reached his hand up, laying his palm along her cheek as he looked in her eyes.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he replied with a shake of his head. He then leaned back into her and kissed her lips again. Lowering his hands to her chest, he began to fumble with the buttons on the front of her dress, undoing as many as he could before losing his patience and tearing it the rest of the way open. Lauren gasped again, and when Cillian looked down to her breasts, his eyes landed on the cups of the sexy lace bra she wore, and he groaned as he watched her chest rapidly rising and falling.

Smiling at his reaction, Lauren suddenly felt incredibly brazen as she watched his eyes on her. Biting her lip, she reached up and grasped his shirt in her fists, pulling him to her for another kiss before she urged him to move, turning them around to swap places. Pushing Cillian against the wall, she parted from his mouth before then laying her palms on his chest, running them slowly down his torso before stopping at his waist and lowering herself to her knees.

Cillian’s heart pounded as he watched her slowly descend down his front. The naughty look in her eyes sent the last bit of blood in his veins rushing to his cock, and he sucked in a breath as he felt her hands on him.

“Lauren...” he groaned, half in warning, half in desperation as she stroked him several times through his jeans.

She looked up at him, giving another naughty smile as she slipped her hands back to his waist and began undoing his belt. She then slowly opened his button and unzipped his fly before she spoke.

“I’m just trying to resolve your issue from earlier,” she said, her voice sounding sexier than he’d ever heard it before. “We take complaints very seriously around here. I can’t have an unsatisfied client.”

Cillian groaned again, thrusting his hips forward at her touch. While she’d given him head many times before, she’d never been so bold and forthcoming about it as she was being in this moment, and he was insanely turned on as he heard her speak. Respectively, Lauren had no idea what had come over her to suddenly make her so bold. All she knew was that she wanted him this way as badly as every other way in this moment. Her mouth was literally watering for him.

Gripping his waist, Lauren curled her fingers into the waistband of Cillian’s pants and briefs, pulling them down together and lowering them to his thighs, freeing his cock. He was already rock hard, and she slipped her hand under him to cradle his balls in her palm while simultaneously wrapping several of her fingers around the base of his shaft. She heard him roughly exhale, and she looked up to him again and licked her lips, their eyes meeting before she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around his tip.

“Fuck! Lauren!” Cillian nearly shouted as soon as he felt her tongue on him. His eyes squeezed shut involuntarily and his palms were flat against the wall, but as soon as Lauren enclosed her mouth around his shaft, he lifted his arms and shoved his hands in her hair, gripping her head as she moved her mouth back and forth on him. Opening his eyes again, he thought he would immediately come when he saw she was already looking up at him, her eyelashes fluttering and her breasts nearly spilling out of her bra as she doubled her efforts, taking him in deeply and then pulling back, over and over again.

“Oh, God, baby,” he breathed out a strained groan.

Feeling Cillian’s grip on her head, Lauren let him guide her when she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along him slowly, teasing him all over before holding him in her hand again and running his tip along her lips. When Cillian sharply inhaled and muttered another curse, Lauren smiled to herself and a small giggle escaped her as she closed her mouth around him again. But her amusement was short-lived when Cillian opened his eyes and looked down at her. Fisting her hair in his grip, he roughly yanked it back so that she was looking up at him, his cock slipping from her mouth as he gave her a dangerous glare. No way was he gonna let her think she got the best of him. He still had every intention of putting her in her place, and he was going to do that buried deep inside her pussy.

“Get up here,” he growled, and Lauren’s heart skipped a beat as Cillian reached down and shoved his hands under her arms. He quickly pulled her up to her feet before he reached under her dress, roughly yanking down her panties and making her step out of them before slipping his arms under her ass and hoisting her up onto his waist. As her legs wrapped around him, he turned their bodies around again and Lauren gripped his shoulders as he held her against the wall and guided his cock inside her, slipping in easily with how wet she was.

“Ahh, Cill!” Lauren cried out as her back met the wall and she felt him enter her. Her head fell forward as he thrusted his hips flush against her inner thighs, and her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt his cock throbbing inside her.

“Just like you said you wanted, huh?” Cillian ground out between breaths as he pushed himself deeper inside her. Several strands of his hair fell across his forehead as Lauren arched her back off the wall and angled her hips to try and meet his thrusts. She whimpered as he hit a certain spot inside her.

“That’s it, sweetheart. This is what you’ve been waiting for, yeah?” He moved one of his hands from her ass to between her legs and pressed a thumb to her clit as he thrusted into her again. He felt the adrenaline course through his body as he heard Lauren release what was nearly a sob as he touched her, her tight core clamping around him.

“Been waiting to feel me fill you, yeah? Waiting like a good girl?” he stroked her clit again and Lauren released another cry before sliding her arms around his shoulders and tightening her legs around his waist. She thought her eyes were going to permanently roll to the back of her head as he continued to thrust into her.

“Yes!” she cried out desperately. “Yes! Ahh! Oh, God!”

“Who do you need, baby?” he urged her.

“You, Cill! I need you!” she was practically delirious. “Just make me come! Please!”

Hearing her desperate plea, Cillian couldn’t hold off any longer. He’d already been coasting the edge, and as soon as Lauren spoke, he snapped. After a few more uncontrolled thrusts, he stroked her center one more time and slammed into her, gripping her ass as they each fell apart. Riding out their climax, there was no sense of time as they gradually became aware of their surroundings again.

Still inside her, Cillian continued to hold Lauren up against the wall as she rested her forehead on his shoulder, each of them allowing their senses to slowly return to them. After God knows how long, Lauren finally spoke.

“Welcome home,” she said quietly, light humor in her voice as she lifted her forehead from his shoulder and stroked the nape of his neck. She could feel Cillian’s chest rumble against hers as he gave a short laugh.

“Most amazing homecoming I could have asked for,” he replied. He pulled his head back enough to look at her, and she met him for a soft kiss.

Seconds after their lips parted, the door to the stairwell flew open. Cillian quickly released Lauren, both of them jumping as her feet met the floor. Instinctively, he tried to shield her body from view, shifting them as he pulled her closer and tucked her deeper into the corner of the wall. Lauren gave a small shriek as she turned her head back and buried her face in Cillian’s chest in an attempt to hide.

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” came the familiar sound of Alex’s voice as she barged through the door and saw them. She quickly covered her eyes with her hand and then turned her back to them before continuing to speak. “I knew I shouldn’t have come looking for you! Damn Sharon for asking me to find you!”

Cillian gave a sigh of relief. While it wasn’t any less awkward, at least it was only Alex who had caught them. He quickly reached down and pulled his briefs back up, but his pants were still down around his ankles.

“Shit, Alex, please swear to me you won’t ever bring this up,” Lauren said as she lifted her head from Cillian’s chest. Cillian tried to suppress a smile as he saw her entire face flush bright red.

“Bring it up?!” Alex said, still covering her eyes. “Why would I want to talk about it when I’ll be spending the next 10 years trying to erase the image from my mind?!?!”

“Could you just get out of here, please?” Lauren said to her.

“With pleasure. Sharon just wanted me to tell you that she needs to talk with you about one quick thing before you leave.”

“Fine, fine, tell her I’ll be there in a minute,” Lauren said.

With that, Alex reached blindly for the door handle before clumsily grabbing it and opening the door. As soon as she’d disappeared through it, Lauren released a deep sigh, but when her eyes met Cillian’s and she saw his expression, she couldn’t help but laugh. She pecked his lips before dropping her hands from his chest, and then bent down to retrieve her panties and slipped them back on. Cillian watched as she hiked the skirt of her dress up briefly to pull the panties up her hips. She then began rebuttoning the front of her dress.

“I’ll need to see those again later,” Cillian said as he gestured to her body, pointing to her bra and panties. “Doesn’t really count if I only got a peek. Need to see the whole set without your clothes in the way.”

“Oh, really?” Lauren said back to him with a smile. “I suppose I could do that for you, although I was planning on just slipping into nothing but your sweatshirt later. Is that something that would bother you?”

Cillian wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he said.

Lauren smiled, then slowly pulled away from him. She straightened her dress before crouching down to grab Cillian’s pants and starting to pull them up for him. As she worked them up his legs, she corrected his waistband, which had folded over several times. As Cillian reached down to pull the pants up the rest of the way and fasten them, Lauren remained crouched down, trying to fix the lining of his right pocket, which was twisted inside out and sticking out of the side of his pants. The material seemed to be stuck, an item stuffed inside. As she tried to fix it again, she pushed on the item and it popped out of his pocket, bouncing off of his leg and then landing on the floor.

“Oops,” Lauren said, “Here’s your...” but as she began to reach for the item, she saw what it was, and her hand stopped mid-air.

Looking down, Cillian quickly realized what had happened, and he froze in panic for a second as he saw the item on the floor, Lauren’s hand hovering over it.

Shit! This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen! She wasn’t supposed to find out this way. He had made plans. They were supposed to get dressed up that night, he was going to take her to a romantic dinner, and then, after they’d spent the night in bed, wrapped up in each other, he was going to ask her. But now, what could he do?

“Ummm...here,” Lauren said blankly, picking up the small velvet box and reaching it up to him. It couldn’t be what she thought, could it? And even if it was, what if it wasn’t for her? As silly as that thought might be, she was so shocked that she was afraid anything was possible.

Exhaling, Cillian slowly crouched down next to her, looking into her eyes for a moment before shifting his gaze to the box in her hand. He reached up and pressed Lauren’s fingers closed around it before then gently pushing her hand back towards her.

“Open it,” he said to her.

Lauren blinked several times, staring at him blankly before finally looking down to her hand. Unfurling her fingers, she lifted her other hand to the box, hovering hesitantly over it for a moment. She glanced to Cillian once more, and he gave her a small nod of encouragement.

Swallowing, Lauren looked down again and slowly raised the velvet lid. Upon seeing the stunning diamond ring inside, she audibly inhaled and her eyes widened again before she looked back up to Cillian.

“Do you like it?” he asked her, searching her face for some kind of hint. His heart was pounding.

“I...I...” Lauren stammered, shaking her head slightly in disbelief. She stared at the ring again. “It’s...I don’t even know what to say. Cillian, it’s beautiful.”

Relief washed over him as he smiled.

“Maeve will be so happy to hear that. She was so excited when I asked her to pick it up and hold onto it for me until I flew over.”

Lauren’s head shot up to him.

“Wait…flew over? Maeve held onto it for you?” Lauren looked at him as she furrowed her brow, her expression one of disbelief. “You mean...this ring is from Ireland?”

“Yeah,” Cillian replied, a little concerned at how she was suddenly reacting. “Maeve has a friend who’s a jewelry designer, and I asked her to make the ring. Then I asked Maeve to hold onto it for me until I could arrange the trip. I wasn’t going to have her ship it and risk it getting lost.”

“So...” Lauren looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she realized what he was saying. “You mean, the whole reason you planned the trip in the first place was to go and pick this up? You went all the way there just to get this for me?”

Cillian smiled, now understanding her reaction.

“Yes,” he said.

Immediately, the previously unshed tears spilled from her eyes, and Lauren lifted her hands and covered her face as she sobbed. She couldn’t believe he’d done all that just for her. At the same time, she could believe it, but it was just so incredibly overwhelming.

“Hey,” Cillian said quietly. He reached up and gently grasped her wrists, pulling her hands down from her face, the ring box still clutched in her fingers. Their eyes met briefly before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.

“I would go anywhere for you,” he said as he stroked her back. “I love you more than anything.”

Lauren sniffled against his shirt and hugged him back before pulling away from him and looking into his eyes. She reached up and laid her palm against his cheek.

“I love you, too,” she said. “I love you so much.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, lingering for a long time before finally pulling away. When she did, Cillian looked down and pulled the ring from the box, slipping it on her finger and then looking at her again.

“Marry me,” he said, his eyes boring into hers.

Looking back at him, Lauren’s heart ached with love. She lifted her hands once more, cradling Cillian’s face between them as the ring sparkled on her finger. Slowly, she leaned forward again, stroking his temples as she hovered over his mouth.

“Yes,” she whispered to him. “Yes.”

Then she pressed her lips to his, melting against him once more as he wrapped her in his arms.

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[  cillian  murphy,  cis  man,  he/him  ]  —  whoa!  SILAS  WILDE  just  stole  my  cab!  not  cool,  but  maybe  they  needed  it  more.  they  have  lived  in  the  city  for  32  YEARS  ON  AND  OFF,  working  as  a  MEDICAL  EXAMINER.  that  can’t  be  easy,  especially  at  only  44  YEARS  OLD.  some  people  say  they  can  be  a  little  bit  BRUSQUE  and  CRITICAL,  but  i  know  them  to  be  CLEVER  and  SEDULOUS.  whatever.  i  guess  i’ll  catch  the  next  cab.  hope  they  like  the  ride  back  to  MANHATTAN!

STATISTICS:

full  name:  silas  fionn  wilde

title:  doctor

nicknames:  only  silas

born:  dublin,  republic  of  ireland

citizenship:  has  dual  citizenship  between  the  united  states  &  ireland

age:  forty4

sexuality:  bisexual/biromantic

height:  5’8”

marital  status:  divorced

occupation:  medical  examiner

children: maeve wilde ( daughter - age 20 )

BIOGRAPHY:

born  into  the  wilde  lineage  where  the  majority  of  offspring  would  inevitably  pursue  a  career  in  the  medical  field,  silas's  life  has  been  full  of  expectation  before  he  even  appeared  into  the  world  on  the  stormy  evening  of  october  5th,  1980.  his  parents  were  introduced  by  mutual  friends  while  at  university  where  old  money  flirts  with  old  money.

silas's  father  continued  to  add  to  the  wilde  wealth  through  his  illustrious  career  as  a  plastic  surgeon,  while  his  mother  dealt  in  rare  art  and  antiquities.  their  travels  often  called  for  a  nanny  to  watch  over  silas  and  his  eventual  younger  siblings,  but  dublin  was  home  base  —  where  they  would  inevitably  return  to  no  matter  how  many  transatlantic  plane  rides.

for  as  much  as  silas  didn’t  mind  burrowing  his  head  into  a  book  and  memorizing  his  way  through  the  dictionary  to  pass  the  time  once  he  made  his  way  through  his  father’s  library,  eventually  his  father  announced  he  sold  their  home  and  they  were  relocating  to  new  york  city  after  silas's  twelfth  birthday.  apparently  it  was  a  more  accessible  city  to  capitalize  off  of  people’s  insecurities.  from  his  father’s  enthusiastic  retellings  over  dinner  as  the  lines  by  his  mother’s  mouth  downturned  and  her  eyes  lackluster,  money  was  not  the  problem  at  hand.  

his  mother’s  attitude  shifted  with  the  move,  becoming  more  agitated  and  more  often  than  not,  narrowing  silas  as  the  main  target  for  her  sour  moods.  these  turbulent  moods  would  come  in  unexpected  waves,  before  his  mom  would  be  pulled  away  to  some  european  city  for  another  bidding  war  over  antiquities.  as  a  teenager,  silas  wasn’t  entirely  certain  what  caused  these  shifts  in  his  mother,  but  he  could  only  assume  the  rise  of  his  father’s  career  came  at  the  slow  decline  of  his  mother’s.  or  perhaps  she  thought  a  flourishing  family  meant  less  traveling,  less  exploring,  and  less  freedom  for  her.  silas  doesn’t  think  he’ll  ever  know,  but  he  did  his  best  to  shield  his  younger  siblings  from  her  wrath.

academics  proved  easy  for  silas,  his  natural  proclivity  for  picking  up  on  theories  and  dates  helped  him  stay  at  the  top  of  his  class  at  the  private  academies  his  father  had  him  and  his  siblings  enrolled  in  upon  their  arrival  in  new  york.  his  spot  as  valedictorian  of  his  graduating  class  was  secure  and  despite  many  others  who  would  think  the  expectation  of  a  medical  career  as  a  noose  around  the  neck,  it  merely  made  silas  think  outside  the  box  regarding  which  career  would  not  only  keep  him  intellectually  stimulated,  but  not  have  him  regret  his  decision.

his  college  years  and  twenties  seemed  to  slowly  inch  on  once  silas  settled  on  wanting  to  become  a  medical  examiner.  it  checked  off  the  box  of  a  medical  career,  while  also  ensuring  that  he  wouldn’t  have  to  directly  deal  with  people  like  most  others.  while  unfortunate,  his  patients  silence  would  be  a  blessing  for  him  in  fending  off  unnecessary  interactions.  a  bachelor’s  degree  in  forensic  science,  following  into  medical  school,  and  once  he  passed  his  medical  licensing  test  with  flying  colors,  he  gained  a  residency  back  in  new  york  city.  said  residency  led  to  a  coveted  fellowship  with  the  medical  examiner  of  the  nypd.

the  trek  to  becoming  a  medical  examiner  was  long  and  winding,  having  to  sidetrack  his  time  as  a  forensic  pathologist  and  network  meticulously  in  new  york  until  a  position  opened.  this  position  took  the  form  of  a  friend  of  his  mentor  retiring  in  the nyc  office of the chief medical examiner.  silas's  networking  skills  were  put  to  work  and  with  a  glowing  recommendation,  silas  secured  an  interview.  silas  has  been  in  nyc  for  the  past  34  years,  but  has  been  a  medical  examiner  for  the  city  for  seven.  he  has  his  sights  set  on  the  role  of  chief  medical  examiner,  but  he  still  has  some  time.  

silas  is  someone  who  takes  his  work  extremely  seriously,  a  bit  of  a  workaholic  who  values  what  he  does  and  the  importance  it  brings  to  many  people’s  lives.  unfortunately,  this  has  come  at  the  cost  of  his  own  personal  relationships  which  led  to  his  divorce  a  few  years  back  with  his  ex-wife.  they  wanted  silas  to  pull  back  from  work  and  start  a  family.

having  met  in  college  and  found  the  other’s  ambition  charming,  silas  and  his  ex-wife  married  not  long  after  graduation  and  both  agreed  that  their  careers  were  their  highest  priorities.  while  silas  never  particularly  desired  to  become  a  father,  when  his  wife  suggested  they  try  then  he  agreed  for  her  happiness.  their  agreement  was  only  one  child  and  that  was  the  way  it  was,  up  until  a  few  years  later  when  she  began  dropping  less  than  subtle  hints  about  expanding  their  family.  for  as  much  as  silas  loves  his  kids  and  holds  a  fondness  for  them  like  no  other,  his  line  was  drawn  at  one  and  so  he  put  his  foot  down.  his  wife  used  to  see  his  ambition  mirrored  in  herself  and  while  silas  never  shied  away  from  being  called  a  workaholic,  the  term  came  in  tenfold  when  his  wife  told  him  he  valued  his  career  more  over  their  family.  after  nearly  a  decade  of  marriage,  and  following  the  fifth  birthday  of  their  kid,  silas  and  his  wife  signed  divorce  papers.

overall,  silas  is  more  quiet  than  most,  choosing  to  be  observant  and  analyze  a  situation  first  before  offering  his  thoughts.  he’s  dedicated  to  what  he  deems  as  important  and  may  come  across  as  brusque  in  conversations  since  he  tends  to  get  straight  to  the  point.

he’s  definitely  learning  some  patience  bc  his  daughter and niece/nephew  are  currently  living  with  him  as  they’re  attending  the  nearby  college  and  deem  themselves  above  a  dorm  room.  so  instead,  silas  is  playing  host  and  (  un  )  fun  dad/uncle  as  he  gets  a  taste  of  what  parenting  two youths is  like.  he  feels  grey  hairs  coming  in  and  has  taken  up  morning  yoga  to  help  level  out  the  frayed  wires  going  off  in  his  brain.  but  it’s  fun  bc  silas  is  slowly  learning  to  loosen  up  a  bit  and  not  take  things  as  seriously.  you’re  allowed  to  have  fun  silas  !!

WANTED CONNECTIONS

any  hookups  tbh  he  works  a  lot  and  juggles  that  and  looking  after  his  daughter  mauve  and  his  niece/nephew  now  that  both  are  living  with  him  in  his  upper  west  side  townhouse,  so  his  personal  time  is  a  bit  limited.  not  to  mention  he  isn’t  looking  for  a  committed  relationship  after  having  been  divorced  since  he  finds  being  single  easier,  so  he  settles  for  hookups.

a  blind  date  that  maybe  a  mutual  friend  set  them  up  on  and  silas  went  on  to  get  them  to  shut  up.  maybe  your  muse  was  actually  interested  and  was  bummed  when  silas  didn’t  follow  up  with  them  so  now  your  muse  side  eyes  him,  or  maybe  your  muse  also  went  to  appease  their  mutual  friend,  so  it’s  generally  amicable  and  they  have  no  issue  with  one  another

going  off  above,  maybe  the  two  of  them  pretend  to  see  one  another  or  use  each  other  as  a  default  date  when  said  mutual  friend  is  involved  or  have  defaulted  the  other  as  a  plus  one  for  any  real  event  they  need  a  date  for.  they  get  along  and  have  enjoyable  conversation  which  is  why  they  default  to  one  another

friends  !!  give  silas  some  joy  in  his  life  w  friendships  bc  this  man  needs  it

maybe  someone  silas  unintentionally  pissed  off  with  his  resting  bitch  face  and  judgemental  little  eyes  lmao  he  has  that  effect  on  people  <3

someone  who  frequents  the  same  gym  as  him  or  even  someone  who’s  in  his  weekly  yoga  class  and  they’ve  developed  an  early  stage  friendship  from  being  next  to  one  another

a  bar  hookup  bc  im  trash  and  the  whole  seedy  vibe  speaks  to  my  soul.  whether  or  not  silas  and  your  muse  acknowledge  each  other  can  be  discussed.  though  i  will  say  the  idea  of  silas  being  a  dumbass  and  not  recognizing  them  and  your  muse  hating  him  for  not  remembering  them  is  on  brand  for  him  so  there’s  that  lol

fellow  upper  west  siders  !!!

anything  really  pls  i  love  plots

#boroughs.intro #dropping this gently on all ur laps #now onto mickey

[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot -Part 39

Series master list 2014 , 2015

Cillian Murphy x OC

Sorry! I’m a little behind my usual writing schedule, hoping to get there soon :) I think this part got a bit longer than usual or perhaps it’s we have lots of things happening! (The last part of the story runs towards August, 2015 when they finish filming the movie).

Special thanks to @heidimoreton for the Prague ideas 🔐♥️ and @forgottenpeakywriter for the chapter Anthropoid cover 😍

“Daddy huwgy up, mummy won’t stop kissing me.”

Cillian couldn’t hold the smile while looking at the screen. Scout was probably the most photogenic dog in the world.

He was almost there, almost home.

After being away for a while, all he could think of was hugging his wife, taking his dog to the beach, prepare some pasta for them, have a quiet time.

As the plane landed, he was glad he only brought one small bag, so he wouldn’t waste a lot of time at the airport.

Walking past the crew, he thanked them for their service during the flight, one of the flight attendants offered him an upgrade to first class, but he politely declined it. It was ridiculous to try to get some kind of advantage for his work.

Waiting in line to show his documents, someone tapped him on the shoulder; a man a little bit younger than him.

“Hey mate, didn’t want to bother you during the flight, just wanted to say I’m a big fan, incredible work you make people look at Ireland, you make us proud.”

Cillian gave him an awkward smile, not knowing what to say back.

“Thank you, appreciate that.” Cillian offered his hand to the man, who had another question.

“Any news on Peaky?”

“Ugh I don’t really know… sorry, but stay tuned.”

“Will do, thanks.”

Walking away, he moved the strap of his bag from one shoulder to the other. After all this time, it still felt weird being stopped at the most ordinary places, but at least that man didn’t ask for a photograph.

“Back home Mr. Murphy?” Leonard, his driver asked.

“Yeah, just for a couple of days though.”

Starting the engine, the man drove away.

It had been three long weeks since he saw his wife, he had been very busy filming and Yael had been working really hard on her second photography workshop, after the first one had been a success, now she had the double amount of people signing up. He felt extremely proud of her work and the story behind every photograph she took.

But she had also been alone when there was a mechanic problem with his car while she was using it, luckily the vehicle was parked when the battery died, but she had to deal on her own with the tow and the service, there was nothing he could do for her when he was so far away.

He just wanted to make it home already.

“Scout look! Who’s here?” Yael woke him up after reading Cillian’s text that he was about to arrive.

The black lab immediately tilted his head to the side and stormed to the window, moving behind the curtains, tail wagging in excitement.

“Daddy’s home!” Yael beamed opening the door to stop his cries.

As she opened the door, Scout ran straight to Cillian, lifting himself on his back paws.

Holding his dog with one hand, Cillian passed the other one around her.

“Hello beautiful.” He gave Yael a short peck on the lips while she squeezed his shoulder.

“Hi stranger.” Cillian saw his wife smiling at him, his eyes running down her body, mouth watering.

“Call me when you need to go back Mr. Murphy.” The driver handed her the small carry on bag as Cillian tried to handle Scout’s excitement.

His arm went to the small of her back and his free hand to retrieve his bag from her.

“Did you have a good flight?” Yael asked Cillian with a smile rubbing his back up and down.

“Yeah.” He whistled Scout who got busy near a bush. “But this, was all I really wanted.” He pulled her by the back of her neck for a deeper kiss now that the door was closed behind them.

“I’ve missed you.” She murmured against his lips.

This time around they had been apart longer, the Anthropoid project was different from his previous film; Free Fire, filming lasted only one month and she had been able to visit him more frequently because she could stay in Manchester and schedule shootings there, now that he was in Prague she would have to ask someone to look after Scout and she couldn’t change most of her sessions.

It had been lonely nights and mornings by her own, she only had Scout’s company during Cillian’s absence.

Letting out a deep sigh, he assured his wife he had missed her as well.

“I prepared you the bathtub, in case you want to relax.”

He didn’t want to break away from their hug.

“How about we have dinner first and then we both take that bath?” His eyes sparkled in anticipation.

“Sounds like that’s my kind of night.” Yael sealed the deal with a soft kiss, feeling like an ice cream melting in his arms, satisfied just by seeing his smile.

A couple of minutes later, they were both naked in the bathtub, Yael with her back leaned against his chest, his fingertips running lazily all over her thighs.

He had been telling her about Prague and the last sequence he filmed, they had to delay the next scenes a couple of days since some fans made it to the hotel halls and were looking for Jamie, Luckily he was out for lunch that day and the incident wasn’t something bigger, but the production team decided to take a small break to double the security and move the cast to another hotel, so he was able to go back home for a couple of days while they got that sorted out.

“Oh!” She suddenly said scaring him. “Violet asked us to be godfather and godmother of her baby, Noah.” There was a special sparkle in her eyes, her whole face lighted up as she turned around in the tub.

“Yeah? That’s great news!”

“You think so? I told her of course we accepted, but I also wanted to ask you first.”

Moving away a loose lock of hair from her face, he caressed her cheek. “How’s she doing?”

From one of their endless calls, Cillian knew that Yael’s cousin was going through a tough moment.

It was a thoughtful invitation, he knew they have always been close, growing up as the only girls of both families and close to age, Violet spent a lot of afternoons at Yael’s house while her mother was working. He had heard them talking for long periods of time, his wife was Violet’s confident during the hardest times.

It was exciting for him as well, he didn’t have any godson or goddaughter on his side of the family.

“She says she just wants you know, the small ceremony…” Her fingers found their way to his chest, moving in random patterns over his skin, her lips connected on his jaw. “But I was thinking we could organize them a little family reunion at the cottage, just for the closest family and a few friends?”

Cillian laughed suddenly, a deep, contagious sound. “Which given your family members, includes everyone.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned against his body pressing her breasts against his chest. “Sorry that we are a lot of people!”

“Yeah you guys are a lot.” His lips got lost in her collarbone while his fingers found her wet folds under the soapy water.

***

The following day after a quick stop at a café for a small breakfast, they drove to Cork for a family birthday celebration, it was Sienna’s birthday and everybody were headed to the grandparents house.

“What did we get Sienna?” Cillian asked at a stop sign and looked at his wife behind his Raybans.

Yael laughed, she knew the last thing of his worries was the present. “A doll house for her Barbies. It’s adorable!”

“Are you trying to blackmail a little girl with presents?”

Yael gave him a fake displeasure look. “Of course not!”

Taking the steering wheel with one hand, he moved his free one casually to rest it on her thigh.

“Easy cowboy.” Yael stopped his hand from going under her dress.

A mischievous smile appeared on his lips and a deep laugh escaped his mouth, he didn’t even try to hide it.

“Busted.”

“Behave Murphy.” She asked in a playful tone. “We’re going to your parents house.”

“We could sneak into my old bedroom.” Yael blushed at his words but shook her head. “We could be really quiet…”

Arriving at their destination saved her from his fingers going further.

“I could give you a little hint.” She could play the teasing game too.

“Do you like my nails?” Cillian studied her manicured hands, it was a pale lavender color.

His confused expression made her laugh. Why was it related?

“When I was younger, my mum told me my shoes should match my purse…” his confusion grew bigger, but he waited patiently for her explanation. “Now I decided to match my nails with my underwear.”

It took him several minutes to comprehend her statement, enough for Yael to help Scout down from the car and carry the dollhouse inside. And still Cillian didn’t have enough time to recover from it.

“I brought a special guest, hope you don’t mind.” Yael informed Orla and Kathleen as she hugged them, right before Cillian showed up at the door.

“What are you doing here!”

“Uncle Cilly!” Sienna ran straight to his arms.

“When did you arrive?” His mother asked in surprise, looking between her son and Yael.

“Come and see my cake!” Sienna pulled him by the hand twirling in her Snow White dress.

It was an unexpected visit since they all knew he was away filming, but also a lovely surprise and Yael was more than happy with the company.

Since they arrived early, they were able to use Cillian as the official mover, his help was requested to help them rearrange the table for the presents and cake.

“Did you bring your swimsuit auntie?” Sienna asked moving away her bangs.

“I’m afraid the pool is only for the kids.” Yael smiled and adjusted her red ribbon.

“Can I open your present now?” Sienna gave Yael her best puppy eyes.

“Trying to blackmail your aunt?” Cillian appeared behind the girl and started tickling her ribs. Sienna squealed and tried to move away from her uncle but her laugh made it impossible.

“What are you doing here dickhead?” Pad put his sleepy son down to hug his brother.

“Missed ya shithead, that’s why I came.” Cillian patted him on the back so hard that his mother had to intervene.

“Don’t be so rude.” His mother had to intervene.

“Ah, yes because he’s going to break.” Cillian rolled his eyes, his mum was always so protective of Pad.

“Come and help with the grill.” Evan, his brother in law asked.

Sipping on her lemonade, Yael took some chips and lemon, then added some spicy peanuts to her plate.

Orla looked at the food Yael picked and even that she tried to hide it, she chuckled.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just a weird mix.”

Yael shuddered. “I used to eat these chips with lemon since I was a girl, I love it!”

Orla made a face, but she said nothing.

“The food is almost ready.” Cillian groaned and took a seat next to his wife, stealing some chips in the process. “Mmm this is good.”

Connor approached him in silence. “What do you got there buddy?” He saw the kid moving his eyes towards his wife and then hiding behind his arm. “You want to say hi to your auntie?”

The kid nodded, and Cillian finally saw the small flower his nephew was hiding between his hands.

“Oh! You want to steal my girlfriend.” He added in a louder voice, turning to see Yael.

“Leave him alone. Hi.” She looked over Cillian’s shoulder.

“Seriously? Flirting with my woman right in front of me?” He added a dramatic sigh and a disappointment look in his face.

“Stop!” Yael blushed and accepted the small flower Connor was giving her. “Thank you! It’s beautiful.”

Leaning down Yael kissed his cheek and laughed out loud when Connor turned red, the other women at the table cheered him.

“You like her?!” Cillian asked in shock.

The child nodded and tried to climb on Yael’s lap.

“Oop, let me help you.” Lifting him up, she crossed one leg over the other as he touched her hair.

“Guess I don’t stand a chance then.” Deflated, he got up and walked back to the grill where his brother in law was preparing the hamburgers.

“Sorry, he can be a little clingy.” Elise, Connor’s mum apologized and tried to get her child, but he shook his head and held onto Yael’s arm.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” Yael smiled at Elise while Connor was focused on her bracelets.

As the women at the table complimented the birthday decoration and specially the chefs in charge of the food, Cillian balanced a couple of plates on his arms, walking over to the table.

Looking at her husband, Yael waited until Cillian was close enough to hear her whisper; “I want one.”

“Babe, I just brought you your hamburger, you want anothe-”

Moving her foot a little, she tried to catch his full attention.

“No!” She then moved her head towards the toddler sleeping on her lap. “A baby.” She mouthed with a small pout, beating even Scout’s puppy eyes.

A warm smile spread on his lips, as he watched his nephew with his wife.

“My offer is still on the table,” he arched his eyebrow, “my old room is upstairs…” he added in a flirty tone.

Locking their eyes on each other, the sparkle was ignited. Pure adoration towards the other.

“Think of something to leave early.” Yael suggested running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, why lie? I’m just a horny man.”

Scandalized, Yael tried to cover his mouth, just in time as his mum approached them.

“You’re going to feel your arms numb in a bit, Yael.” Kathleen offered to take her grandson in her arms as he was completely asleep, he was totally relaxed and had warmed up to his aunt in seconds.

As she took the kid inside, to put him in bed, Orla couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself.

“You know I was just like that in the beginning, it’s called the womb’s calling.”

“The what?” Yael squinted her eyes.

“Baby fever, some people call it that way, and then boom, you get pregnant.”

Yael smiled nervously towards her sister in law.

“It happened in my group of friends, first one got pregnant then another and another…” Elise assured them.

“Maybe there’s something in the oven, I mean you were the perfect step mom while it lasted.” Orla added.

Looking at her glass, Yael remembered the time when she prepared to be a good step mom, but it was all taken away from her. “I hope so.” She added quietly.

“No onion, no pickles for you.” Cillian arrived with her food, taking the previous one he left and asked what they were talking about.

“Oh just about the photos I will take of Sienna later.” She hoped her eyes wouldn’t let him know she was lying.

“That’s no surprise, you wouldn’t let the girl have a bad photo.” Leaning in, Cillian kissed his wife’s lips softly.

Quietly, Yael hoped her sister in law was right, so she could get some news like that soon.

———

“Ready man?” Jaime asked after sipping on his coffee.

“Yeah.” He locked his phone and Jaime saw his lock screen of a black dog and a woman in a kitchen.

“Everything alright back home?” He asked, patting Cillian’s shoulder.

Cillian nodded and folded his script. “Yes, it’s just today’s my wife’s birthday and I can’t be there with her.”

“Hey, tell her I said congratulations!”

“I will.”

But Jaime wasn’t known for respecting privacy. “What did you get her?”

“She couldn’t travel, so my sister is taking her for brunch and I flew her parents over, they arrived yesterday.”

“Seriously? No flowers, present…”

“Of course I got her all that.” Cillian chuckled rolling his eyes. His other present wasn’t ready, it would take a couple of weeks since there was a mistake with the color he chose.

At least Yael wasn’t alone on her birthday, and he had another surprise planned for later.

“I know it sucks to be away from home sometimes man.”

As they were requested to a small meeting for the following scenes, Cillian got a photo on his cellphone, bringing a genuine smile to his lips.

“Thank you so much for my presents Cill! It’s almost as if you were right here.”

“I’m glad to know you like them sweetheart.”

“They kept coming during the entire day.”

Cillian picked on the fake newspaper they had on set, he asked Isla to give Yael the small presents he bought during the day, each one with a handwritten note he left the last time he was there. “I wanted to make my wife feel spoiled.” He could imagine her smiling at the other end of the phone. “I hope you have a fabulous day.”

“I am, thank you for all the details you organized for me, you made me feel special.”

“Oh the day is not over yet, there are a couple surprises left for you.”

“More?!” Yael asked in confusion.

Chuckling, Cillian walked behind the cameras and lights. “Go to the basement.”

He heard his wife moving around the house, other voices in the background.

“There’s a black box.” He instructed, listening to the sounds of surprise she was making.

Seconds later, a loud squeal was heard.

“Seriously baby? Thank you!”

“You like it?”

“Are you kidding me? This is the best present ever.” Yael assured him as she read the note.

Photography is the beauty of life captured. All my love, Cillxo.

It was a new Cannon camera, the complete set with different lenses, the new autofocus did a marvelous work, the resolution of this model would make her shots really stand out.

Yael kept thanking him over the phone, unfortunately he had to start filming soon.

“Why don’t you come over, we can celebrate your un-birthday, even if it’s late. I’m about to finish my scenes next week so we can stay and get to know Prague.”

“I’d love that! Can’t believe the movie it’s almost done.”

“Happy birthday again baby, can’t wait to see you, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Cill don’t worry, it’s fine.”

“Have to go, but call me tonight after you come back from dinner.”

“But I’m not going out?”

“Shit… guess your mum didn’t tell you yet.” He felt sorry for messing up the surprise. “Well, your parents are taking to you out to Wilde.”

“Wilde?!!!” She couldn’t believe he planned her birthday dinner at the same restaurant they went the first time she visited him in Ireland. It was a beautiful place.

“Enjoy the rest of the day my love, I’ll call you.”

———

She had been up early since he went to set to film, she was out to watch the sunrise at Charles Bridge, after some time enjoying the view she walked to a local café for some breakfast and then ventured around Prague on her own.

Old Town held magnificent Gothic architecture and sighting, it offered a lot of history and important places, and of course, romance.

Going through the photographs she captured during her stroll, she smiled showing Cillian a small gingerbread shop that looked out of a fairytale.

“Are you sure you don’t want to have some rest?” Yael asked as Cillian adjusted in his seat. The metro was the best option to move around and it wasn’t too crowded.

“I don’t.” He smiled touching her nose.

She knew it was an emotional final shot for Cillian, but he was determined to enjoy their time together. Jump back into his usual self after a demanding role, he was craving his routine.

“You made the reservation for tonight right?” He rolled his neck a bit, thanks to a recommendation he found an incredible place to have dinner for her belated birthday.

Yael shot him a look. “I thought you would do it.” But immediately smiled, suppressing a laugh and smooching him. “Of course I did!”

Cillian tickled his wife playfully as they walked out of the metro, announcing he would get his revenge later.

Stepping into the municipal library, Yael looked around as a kid who walks into the biggest toys store.

“Did you know that the project is called idiom and not the books tower as is usually named?”

He pulled her by the waist as someone was posing for a photograph and Yael was kind of in the middle. Shaking his head, he admired the installation.

“Eight thousand books.” Cillian read the card of facts.

“Oh! It says there’s a mirror at the top and bottom to make it look like it’s infinite.”

“Hmm.” Cillian hummed while Yael went to pop her head by the breach and Cillian took the opportunity to playfully do a little push on his wife’s back.

“FUCK.” Yael got scared and tried to grab onto something, of course Cillian wouldn’t push her, but her scream earned them a couple of looks as he was hugging her.

Cillian had to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes and cleared his throat as he felt Yael laughing in his arms.

“Now we’re even.”

“Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

Throwing back his head from the laughter, Cillian pulled his wife against his body.

“Damn, I’ll try to earn my side of the bed back then, come on.” Holding her hand, he stopped a taxi.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

And indeed, it was a surprise when they arrived walking to the famous love lock bridge.

Having a chance to see the spot they heard so much about was something magical, love was palpable. And to think of the million love stories in each lock, made them constantly squeeze their hands or lean against the other.

“This is absolutely beautiful, I’ve no words.”

Kissing her hair, Cillian took his time to reach inside his pocket.

“Let’s add ours.” In his palm Yael found a lock and two small keys. Cillian took the marker from her hand.

“Do you remember our wedding date?” She teased.

“I think you’re sleeping on the couch.” He made a funny face.

Showing the lock to his wife that he not only remembered their wedding date, but also the date they met for the Photoshoot they did together back in March, 2014.

***

Next part

A/N: Ahh! Lots of things happening ☺️ I hope you like this, remember your comments help me to keep going, sorry for the time it took me to update, I’m trying hard to not let this happen.

Lots of love! Mar ♥️

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[the-fangirl-diaries]

111 Thoughts I Had While Watching: The Edge of Love (2008)

 Keira Knightley, Sienna Miller, and oh, would you look at that. 

Keira can sing? 

1940s? London Blitz? Based on a true story? Tissues on hand. 

Childhood friends to lovers sounds like a good plot. 

Smoking is bad for you, kids. Don’t do it. 

Wait, he’s married and a dad? This will be interesting. 

Tommy Shelby? Ariana What are you doing here? 

Man, the handkerchief line was smooooooth! 

Vera giving Caitlin her number? They were definitely flirting. 

Getting serious Moulin Rouge vibes with the coloured spotlights. 

Tommy do be smitten like a lovesick kitten and I love it. 

LOOK AT THAT SMILE, I’M IN LOVE! 

“When he looks at me, and I look at him!” ~ Vera, maybe. 

His name’s William. 

THEM FLIRTING, AGH! 

Imagine having a good drink and then the earth shakes. 

“They all melt at the sight of a uniform.” VERA, I AM A PUDDLE! 

He’s walking her home? Where can I find me a gentleman like that? 

“A sad poem about a 100 year old man. Great.” ~ Caitlin, definitely. 

Caitlin loves Dylan, Dylan loves Vera, Vera loves Dylan, Will loves Vera. 

Not a love triangle, a love rectangle?  

Cillian, when will you do ASMR with that voice? 

Vera and Caitlin reading in bed together. They’re in love, Your Honour. 

Caitlin if all you’re good for is nurturing his talent, break up with him! 

Another air raid? 

Stopping a street fight without violence? Will, marry me already. 

Again, don’t smoke kids. Unless you’re a movie character. 

CILLIAN SINGS? WHAT? HOW THE -- HOW DID I NOT KNOW? 

“Dylan, Caitlin, I’m right there. Why are you --” ~ Vera, definitely. 

Vera, if you don’t dance with William, then move over, let me have him! 

The way he comforts her after the air raid? WHERE ARE MY TISSUES? 

“You have a raindrop running down your cheek, like a tear.” I CAN’T! 

“No word of mine will ever hurt you.” WILLIAM, I BEG YOU TO STOP! 

They’re doing the spicy time now and I’m crying. Thanks. 

NO, MOTHER, I AM NOT OKAY! 

“That should be me.” ~ Dylan, maybe. 

Dylan, enough, she’s in love with someone else, okay?! 

“Don’t write poems for me anymore?” Caitlin dump his sorry butt. 

Vera.....why are you looking at Dylan like that? Sus. 

William’s been posted? No!!! 

NOT WILLIAM BEING ADORABLE!!!! 

Dylan and Vera were childhood lovers. See, I was right! 

Why shouldn’t she tell William about it? 

Two girls, chillin’ in a tub, five feet apart, cause they’re not gay. 

Happy music time. 

“FOR OLD TIMES SAKE, EH? WHY’D YOU KISS HER?” ~ William. 

And now they’re singing together in Welsh. A love song, I guess? 

Oh, I know where this is going and I don’t like it. 

The way Caitlin tried to cheer William up. Awwww. 

“Love me, love me, say that you love me,” ~ William, maybe. 

All he’s asking is for honesty, girl! 

You can’t even tell him you love him? HE’S GOING OFF TO WAR! 

Why did I half expect her to shout “I love you” before he got on the plane? 

He’s so poetic even in his letters. 

Oh, no. She’s got the sicky icky which means she’s pregnant. 

She doesn’t want the baby, and yet -- hold on! 

A nurse telling Vera not to scream and Caitlin telling her off. ICONIC! 

A birth and an arm amputation? What an.... interesting parallel. 

Imma just skip over this part because it’s sad and a bit graphic. 

Okay, now she’s in Wales writing a letter telling William to come home. 

“It’s not what I married you for?” GIRL, WHAT? 

I JUST WANNA GIVE HIM A HUG!!! *sniffles* 

Wait, Dylan’s got a new woman? I’m not surprised, just disappointed. 

“If you were a man, I’d fancy you.” ~ Caitlin. 

YES, CAITLIN, GET HIM!!!! 

You sleep with other women because you’re a poet? WHAT? 

I write poetry and I don’t have a partner, but if I did, I wouldn’t CHEAT! 

You know what, you and Vera deserve each other. I’m done with this. 

See? Even the patrons at the bar know something’s up with them. 

Who’s looking after the kids while Caitlin’s on her bike? 

Don’t drink and bike, okay? 

Just friends, huh, Vera? Why’d you kiss him on your wedding day, then? 

He can’t even play with his kid? That’s sad. 

Flushing the poem down the toilet? Not what I expected but good on you. 

LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU MADE HER CRY!!! 

Now you’re taking a bath together? What’s William gonna think, huh? 

Poor boy is shell-shocked. 

I thought you said you were going to tell him you love him. 

He can’t even hold or look at his child because he knows the truth. 

Now he’s broke because you spent all his money. 

See? Told you he’d find out. 

Wait, what’s the child’s name? Rowatt? That’s a new one for the books. 

I already have a bad feeling about this Anita person. 

IT WASN’T THE BRITISH WHO RISKED THEIR LIVES!? WHAT?! 

Will had to watch a soldier’s arm be amputated! 

Dylan, you’re friends with these people!?

You have the AUDACITY to LAUGH while he’s having a breakdown? 

She’s just antagonizing him at this point. *sips water.* 

I shouldn’t say it’s okay that he slapped her, but SHE HAD IT COMIN’! 

William, whatever you’re thinking about doing, don’t. 

Going to your wife’s boyfriend’s house with a weapon.... Oh, no. 

You weren’t aiming for anyone, but still, not the best idea, love. 

He told Caitlin what happened. 

Aww, he’s sad because there’s a bruise on Vera’s cheek.  

And because he scared Caitlin’s son and doesn’t like the screaming. 

COME ON VERA, MAKE A SMART CHOICE FOR ONCE! 

Thank you. I am this close *spreads arms out* to forgiving you. 

Okay, this moment with William and his son? I’m crying again, darn it!!! 

“Lashes like feathers, like yours.” WILLIAM! MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT!  

Not surprising the police are involved after the incident. 

See? Caitlin wonder’s if the kid is Dylan’s, too. 

“You’re my friend.” SAYS THE GIRL WHO SLEPT WITH BESTIE’S MAN?

Asbestos walls? Aren’t they dangerous nowadays? 

“Scratch my head, Cat.” No, Dylan. Kiss my- Oh, look a rainbow! 

How was he supposed to know the walls were poorly built? 

If you can’t live without him, why’d you cheat on him, then? 

“It’s my firm belief that he tried to murder me.....” 

FORGET DEEP BREATHS, I’M SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW. 

Wait! No evidence of murder? Yay, I guess? 

NO, NOT A HAPPY CAITLIN AND VERA MONTAGE OF THE PAST? 

Everyone made peace with each other. That’s nice. 

I was half expecting a sad ending, but I’m so glad it wasn’t. Also, no, I didn’t cry a hundred times, what are you talking about?! 

#the edge of love #keira knightley #cillian murphy #sienna miller #period dramas #movies #the way this film played with my emotions #caitlin and william deserved better #vera and dylan deserved each other #i'm not crying you're crying

[denimbex1986]

'Cillian Murphy just might be the definition of magnetic on-screen. He can pull the viewer in with his intensity, vulnerability, or good old-fashioned charm, whatever best fits the role he’s playing. Whether he's an apocalypse-surviving reluctant hero or a quietly intimidating comic book villain, a brave rebel leader or a troubled soldier, Murphy can captivates with his performance.

Born in Cork, Ireland, Murphy got his start in theater in his hometown, and had his first professional acting role in the play, Disco Pigs. He later starred in the film adaptation of Disco Pigs, just before his breakout role in the zombie horror film, 28 Days Later, directed by Danny Boyle. As would become a trend with Murphy, once he found a collaborator, he would often reteam with them: He once again worked with Boyle on the sci-fi thriller Sunshine.

Perhaps no director has been a bigger fan of Murphy than Christopher Nolan has been. The filmmaker first cast the actor in Batman Begins, a role that Murphy reprised briefly in The Dark Knight and The Dark Knight Rises. They worked together again for Inception and Dunkirk.

Now, Murphy stars in the filmmaker's historical thriller, Oppenheimer, in theaters July 21. In an impressive ensemble cast that includes Matt Damon, Robert Downey Jr., Emily Blunt, and Florence Pugh, Murphy plays J. Robert Oppenheimer, the theoretical physicist and "father of the atomic bomb," whose work on the Manhattan Project during World War II led to the invention of the first nuclear weapons.

With this highly anticipated film coming out, below, A.frame takes a look back at 10 essential films in Murphy's body of work.

1. Disco Pigs 2001

Murphy already had several films under his belt by the time he starred in Disco Pigs, a romantic crime drama based on the play of the same name — which Murphy also starred in. Here, he plays Pig, a youth in his late teens who has shared an intense friendship with Runt (Elaine Cassidy) his entire life. On the precipice of their 17th birthday (they were born on the same day in the same hospital), Pig develops feelings for Runt just as she’s starting to be interested in another boy. The intensity of Pig and Runt’s relationship worries their parents, and Runt is sent to a boarding school. Pig does not take this well, resulting in a tragic outcome for both of them. Disco Pigs gave audiences a glimpse of the intensity Murphy could bring to a role, and that he had the makings of a star.

2. 28 Days Later 2002

28 Days Later is not only the movie that gave mindless zombies (or infected technically) terrifying speed, it’s the movie that put Murphy on the map. Oscar winner Danny Boyle’s horror thriller stars Murphy as Jim, a man who wakes up from a coma to find that the U.K. has been destroyed after the "rage" virus swept through the country. Alone at first, he meets other survivors, played by Naomie Harris, Megan Burns, and Oscar nominee Brendan Gleeson, and the group struggles to survive the hordes of the infected monsters that remain. Murphy was a total standout in the small but stacked cast, easily establishing himself as a star.

3. Batman Begins 2005

Murphy entered his villain era when he was cast as a Batman supervillain in Nolan's first Batman film, Batman Begins. He plays Dr. Jonathan Crane, an Arkham Asylum psychiatrist who wears a burlap mask and utilizes a fear-inducing hallucinogen to terrorize his victims as the Scarecrow. Batman himself falls victim to the Scarecrow at one point. He’s not the final bad guy in the movie, but he's an important antagonist who pops up again in cameos in both sequels, The Dark Knight and The Dark Knight Rises.

4. Red Eye 2005

This Wes Craven-directed thriller takes place almost entirely on a plane, and part of what makes it work so well are its two leads: Rachel McAdams as everywoman Lisa and Murphy as the charming but threatening Jackson Rippner. Jackson reveals himself to be a hitman mastermind, attempting a political assassination by forcing Lisa to rearrange things at the hotel she runs to achieve his goal, threatening to kill her father (and many others) if she fails. The interplay between Murphy and McAdams is top notch, with Murphy playing another truly memorable villain in the process.

5. Breakfast on Pluto 2005

Breakfast on Pluto, based on a novel of the same name, stars Murphy as Kitten, a trans woman searching for her birth mother after being abandoned as a child. Kitten navigates a wide range of circumstances in 1970s Ireland and London, from the IRA to magicians to sex work, all while maintaining her kind and optimistic nature. Murphy’s portrayal of Kitten is thoughtful and hopeful, as the character wins over people with her innocent honesty and self-acceptance.

6. The Wind That Shakes the Barley 2006

One of Murphy’s most defining roles thus far is the one that takes him back to his home country and its tragic fight for independence. In Ken Loach’s war drama The Wind That Shakes the Barley, Murphy plays one of a pair of brothers who end up on opposite sides of the Irish Civil War after fighting together in the war for Ireland’s independence. It's a heartbreaking film, and features an incredible performance by Murphy as he goes from idealistic rebel to leader in the fight for Irish independence, with a devastating ending reflecting the ongoing conflict in Ireland.

7. Sunshine 2007

Sunshine reunited Murphy with his 28 Days Later director Boyle for a sci-fi thriller about a group of astronauts on a mission to restart the sun and prevent the Earth from freezing. Murphy is part of an incredible ensemble cast including Oscar winner Michelle Yeoh, Rose Byrne, Chris Evans, Cliff Curtis, Hiroyuki Sanada, Benedict Wong, and Troy Garity. Sunshine almost feels like a suspenseful play in outer space, led by Murphy as the physicist who created a device that will hopefully save the world, or doom it if it fails.

8. Inception 2010

Inception marked Murphy’s second major collaboration with Nolan, appearing as the target of Leonardo DiCaprio’s dream heist crew. Murphy is the heir to a business empire, who the team plans to "incept" with the idea to dissolve his father’s company. Though secondary to the main action and the dream landscapes, Murphy delivers a powerful performance, going through an emotional arc with his father despite the manipulations of DiCaprio’s team (including Elliot Page, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and Tom Hardy). The film received eight Oscar nominations, including Best Picture, and went on to win for Best Cinematography, Best Sound Editing, Best Sound Mixing, and Best Visual Effects.

9. Anthropoid 2016

Anthropoid, based on a true story, stars Murphy and Jamie Dornan as a pair of Slovak and Czech soldiers, respectively, participating in Operation Anthropoid, the real life assassination of Reinhard Heydrich, the principal architect of the Holocaust. Murphy and Dornan are both excellent as they struggle to complete their mission, caught between the need to make an important blow against the Nazis and the potential fallout if they’re caught.

10. Dunkirk 2017

Reunited with Nolan for a fifth time, Murphy joins another ensemble, including Kenneth Branagh, Tom Hardy, Mark Rylance, and Barry Keoghan, in the war epic Dunkirk, about the real life evacuation of thousands of British troops from a beach in France early in WWII. He’s credited only as "Shivering Soldier," the sole survivor of a U-boat attack rescued by one of the civilian boats headed for Dunkirk to rescue soldiers. Murphy brings all his intensity to the role, a man mentally destroyed by his experiences in the war, and terrified at the thought of returning to a battlefield. Dunkirk received a total of eight Oscar nominations, including Best Picture and Best Directing, and went on to win for Best Editing, Best Sound Editing, and Best Sound Mixing.'

#Disco Pigs #28 Days Later #Dunkirk #Red Eye #Breakfast on Pluto #The Wind That Shakes The Barley #Anthropoid #Inception #Sunshine #Batman Begins #Christopher Nolan #Wes Craven #Danny Boyle #The Dark Knight #The Dark Knight Rises #Oppenheimer #Emily Blunt #Matt Damon #Robert Downey Jr. #Florence Pugh #Jamie Dornan #Kenneth Branagh #Tom Hardy #Mark Rylance #Barry Keoghan #Elliott Page #Joseph Gordon Levitt #Leonardo DiCaprio #Michelle Yeoh #Chris Evans

[pynkhues]

For the movie asks: 15 and 24!

Thank you!

15. A movie ruined by the ending

Answered here, but ooo, another one, I think I'd probably say Red Eye? I still like the movie a lot and think it showcases a lot of why Wes Craven is a master of B-thrillers and horror, but the absolute tension of being trapped on a plane and then in an airport together is pretty much lost when the characters are no longer in it, and it goes from taut to just kinda silly. The cast is killer though - Rachel McAdams! Cillian Murphy! Brian Cox! And it's worth it to watch them ham it up, haha.

24. A silent movie you like

Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans (1927) is it, baby. The premse is pretty simple - a farmer has an affair and is convinced by his new lover to murder his wife. While there's definitely parts of it that veers into madonna/whore territory in its treatment of his wife and mistress respectively, it's also I think genuinely ahead of its time and a pretty staggering film interested in how the foibles of men become compounded to create bad men - through financial insecurity, through their work, through their personal angers - and how much women are the ones to bear the consequences of it.

Plus visually, it does some really interesting stuff with film layering which you can see a glimpse of in the gif above.

Ask me about movies

#thank you again! #i don't get to talk about my love of silent arthouse cinema and trashy b thrillers in the one post very often haha #movie ask game #welcome to my ama

[themovieblogonline]

Christopher Nolan's Dunkirk Revisited

Christopher Nolan's Dunkirk is a movie worth revisiting. Christopher Nolan made plans on doing something different after succeeding with The Dark Knight Trilogy, and mastering the art of Sci-fi with Inception & Interstellar. Nolan set his sights on something that maybe his die-hard fans wouldn’t expect from him. That idea was a World War II story under the name of Dunkirk. The idea of Christopher Nolan bringing his realistic tone, to a story that is well, actually real, immediately gained interest.  Just like with every other Nolan movie, the hype train started its engine. We're six years since the release of Dunkirk. Now feels like a great time to reflect on this modern classic War outing. Dunkirk tells the narrative of the early part of World War II when Allied soldiers were actually losing the War. The British among them were literally pushed back to their home country right from the heart of Europe. Many Allied soldiers were left trapped on the long, wide-open beaches of Dunkirk in France. The soldiers were there waiting for transport to take them back to their home across the water. It was an extremely dangerous place because the entire German army knew they were there in plain sight. The German army would in turn attack the Allied forces quite relentlessly. Nothing held back attacks even if the Allies were on ships trying to escape. Nolan really captures that brutal, all hope is lost feeling with Dunkirk. In the movie you see troops on their last legs, at the end of their will, feeling defeated. Nolan gave us a stacked cast for Dunkirk. We have Cillian Murphy (Shivering Soldier), Kenneth Branagh (Commander Bolton), Tom Hardy (Farrier), Harry Styles (Alex), and Mark Rylance (Mr. Dawson) to name just a few. Dunkirk uses its talented collective, to tell its overall narrative through three main perspectives. Those perspectives are war by air, sea, and land. With each character holding up a different part of the story, this idea makes for a refreshing watch when it comes to a War movie. Dunkirk is something a little bit different, and it keeps you glued to the screen. The pressure was at a constant high for the soldiers at Dunkirk and Nolan translates that feeling onto the viewer. Of course, Nolan brings in his IMAX cameras once more, to fully submerse his audience. Alongside his director of photography Hoyte van Hoytema, they even attached IMAX cameras to small planes, painted them to look like real spitfires, and then recorded the outcome whilst flying in the air for real. To add to this, Nolan prepared for the movie by hearing stories from real-life veterans. The highlights continue, with the mysterious shivering soldier, as he takes harbour on a small boat alongside Mr. Dawson. With Mr. Dawson heading to Dunkirk to pick up survivors, and the soldier on his boat desperately wanting to go home, it makes for an interesting back-and-forth. Tommy (Fionn Whitehead), Alex, and their fellow troops capture the grim reality of what it’s really like to try and escape a war-filled situation like Dunkirk. To the very last second, it’s an isolated and constant struggle. Dunkirk harnesses that feeling tenfold, and it’s a gripping watch. With all of the plots combined, alongside Nolan’s constant approach to practical effects, we get what some consider to be one of the best War movies ever made, and six years on, it still looks as impressive as it did the day it came out. It’s another masterclass in directing, and story-telling from the mind of Christopher Nolan, and a reminder that he can thrive in any genre of film he wishes to pick. Read the full article

[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Ten)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Smut, Domestic Violence, Angst

Words: 2,300

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After your father stormed out you grabbed your stuff from the table and walked to your room. You were still shocked and somewhat perplexed about what happened and how he reacted and, whilst he had always had problems with his temper, this was more than you could handle.

You weren’t sure what to do but, in the middle of mid semester exams, you couldn’t cope with the stress and anger and started crying again while you walked around your room like a headless chicken.

Just as you did, your phone rang and when you saw that it was Denise who was calling, you picked up the phone.

Denise had just landed in Manchester and had realised that she had forgotten to call you following your exam yesterday. After she apologised, she asked what was wrong as it was obvious to her that you had been crying and, of course, you told her about the incident with your father.

She felt terrible for you and began to worry but, being you, you told her not to worry. You had it covered. You’ve been looking after yourself for a while after what your sister endured and, as she knew, you were working towards moving out which, being a student with only twenty hours of work and expenses, wasn’t exactly easy.

Nonetheless, Denise told you to keep her posted and let her know if she can help and, whilst she had offered to lend you money before, you never accepted and you knew that this wouldn’t change now.

***

Later that day, just when you thought matters had calmed down, your father had yet another one of his moods and suggested that you come to church with him the following day. He wanted you to join the local youth group but, since you didn’t believe yourself, you had no interest in it.

‘I am working and I am studying full time. I don’t have time dad’ you explained to him and, whilst you were happy to volunteer at the local church on occasion and participate in their fundraising events, the bible group he was referring to didn’t appeal you.

‘Obviously you have time for other things, things you should be ashamed off Y/N’ he said with a raised voice and, when your phone rang, you couldn’t help but walk away from the conversation with your father who, clearly, had built up his anger again and the last thing you needed was a matching bruise across your other cheek.

***

You went into your room quickly and picked up the phone.

‘Hey’ you said in a somewhat more happy voice when you realised that it was Cillian who was calling you.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ he asked almost immediately with great concern in his voice before telling you that Denise had told him about the incident with your father.

‘I am fine Cillian. It’s nothing, just a bruise’ you explained, brushing it over.

‘Y/N, this is not nothing. He can’t just fucking hit you’ Cillian said and you could hear the anger in his voice.

‘Cillian, I am fine. You need to calm down please’ you said as you could hear the rage in his voice.

‘Fuck’ Cillian growled before taking in a deep breath. ‘Why didn’t you call me?’ he then asked worryingly and you knew that you probably should have made contact with him before you spoke to Denise about it.

‘You were filming and I didn’t want you to worry’ you explained.

‘This is not how this works Y/N, you can call me any time, alright? And, if something like this happens again, call my assistant if I am on set. I worry, alright...’ Cillian said in a calm and reassuring voice and, just as he did, you began to break out in tears yet again.

‘Y/N, listen please…you need to pack your stuff and get out of there before this happens again’ he then said in an equally calm voice after he comforted you the best he could.

‘Cillian, I can’t just pack up and leave’ you said.

‘Yes, you can. I told you, you can go to my place’ Cillian suggested.

‘I am not going to do that. I can look after myself Cillian and you really don’t need to worry. I am a grown woman and just because you are older than me doesn’t mean that I need you to look after me. It’s like Denise offering to lend me money. I can’t accept that and I won’t’ you said, still somewhat teary.

‘I know you are independent but that doesn’t mean that you can’t accept help in a situation like this and your friends offering you money is a little different to me offering you a place to stay for now, don’t you think?’ Cillian said, still calm but a little bit more demanding.

‘Not really’ you said, really not wanting to take his help as you felt that you would appear weak and dependant on him.

‘Fuck, you are stubborn, you know that?’ Cillian then huffed out, his voice filled with concern rather than anger.  

‘Please, for my sake, so that I can sleep at night, go and stay at my apartment. I am worried about you and I know that this isn’t the first time he did that’ Cillian then said and you had no idea what he was talking about.

‘What do you mean it’s not the first time?’ you asked.

‘It doesn’t matter, just please…you are in the middle of exams and I am worried and don’t want you to get hurt…please’ Cillian pleaded with you.

‘If you don’t get out of there, I will get onto the next plane and pick you up myself and, God forbid, your father is in my way when I do’ Cillian said as anger was building in his voice again.

When Cillian finished what he was saying, you took in a deep breath and chuckled.

‘What?’ Cillian asked in response.

‘Nothing. I just like how protective you are over me. I am not used to someone caring’ you admitted, causing Cillian to chuckle himself.

‘I like you Y/N, so of course I care’ Cillian said.

‘Thank you Cillian’ you said before accepting his offer reluctantly. ‘Just text me where and when I can pick up the key to your apartment’ you then said quietly.

‘I will text you, now go pack your stuff. There are some spare toiletries in the bathroom next to the kitchen, just take whatever you need, alright?’ Cillian said before telling you that he missed you.

‘I miss you too’ you said before saying goodbye. You didn’t really want to ruin his evening with Denise.  

****

Two hours later, you left your house without saying a word, but texted your mother that you would be staying with a friend for a while after you got into your car.

Within ten minutes, you arrived at Cillian’s apartment, which is where his housekeeper met you and handed you the keys before showing you how everything worked,.

The electricity, lightening, stereo and heaters were all controlled via some sort of device which looked an iPad and she handed you a note with the pin for the alarm system.

After she had left, you walked around the apartment and felt somewhat strange about being there without Cillian. You hadn’t really been seeing each other for a long time but yet he entrusted you with the keys to his apartment.

“I am here now. What room did you want me to use? Xx” you texted him after you had a quick wander around and it didn’t take long for Cillian to respond.

“Is that a trick question? Because you know that you can sleep in my bed, right?” Cillian then texted back without hesitation.

“Can I borrow some of your clothes too?” you then asked cheekily.

“Not sure if my clothes fit you, but sure, knock yourself out” Cillian texted back before suggesting that you should have a glass of wine and a warn bath so that you could relax.

“I just might. Want me to send you a picture when I am in the tub?” you responded and all you received from Cillian in response was an emoji that smirked, making you laugh. Not only does this emoji look ridiculous but also did he never send you an emoji before whilst you, on the other the hand, used them frequently.

***

After you had a nice long and relaxing bath, you returned to the living room, completely naked. You didn’t bother to wear any clothes since, for the first time in a long time, you were all on your own.

Walking around naked felt natural to you and, after you found yourself an interesting novel on Cillian’s bookshelf, you lied down on his bed with it and a glass of red wine by your site.

“Feels weird lying in your bed without you. What are you doing?” you texted before you stretched out across the large king-sized bed and opened the book.

“Watching a movie, although I am curious now about what you are doing on my bed. It’s too early to go to sleep” Cillian texted back and, just as he did, Denise glanced over towards him and asked him whether the movie they were watching bored him. Just as Cillian told her that he had seen the movie before, he received yet another text message from you.

“Just settled down with a book” you responded and Cillian was quick to pick up his phone again and text back, much to the amusement of his daughter.

“What book?” Cillian texted back just before Denise asked him whether he was texting with Laura Jennings after she observed that he had been on his phone pretty much all evening, texting back and forward with someone like a teenager.

‘No, we ended it. I am just texting with a friend’ Cillian said in response to Denise’s comment.

‘A female friend by any chance?’ Denise asked as she saw the cheeky smirk on her father’s face.

‘Just a friend’ he then responded to Denise as he placed his phone back on the table, shortly after which he received yet another message.

This time, unfortunately, the message didn’t contain any text but a picture instead.

‘I think your friend just sent you a nude and, clearly, your friend is a woman…a woman who must like you if she is sending you pictures like this’ Denise then laughed out loud as she saw the preview of the text from a distance popping up on his phone.

Cillian quickly reached for it, cheeks blushing red as he hoped that she wouldn’t recognise that it was you on the picture after he went through the trouble to change your name on his contact list a few days ago to your initials only.

Luckily, when Cillian opened the message after standing up and walking away from the lounge room, he realised that the picture didn’t show your face.

In fact, it showed nothing more than your naked stomach and legs while your core was covered (barely) by the book he had been asking about.

Whilst it shocked him, Cillian decided not to tell you about the fact that Denise had seen your picture in preview on his phone. He thought that, at least this way, you would send him some more.

“Nice choice…now can I get a picture without the book?” he asked cheekily and, of course, you didn’t deny him and responded with yet another more graphic picture.

Just as the phone buzzed again, Denise yelled out from the living room of Cillian’s Manchester apartment.

‘Stop sexting dad and explain this movie to us. We are lost’ she joked and Cillian couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he returned to the living room.

Cillian was quick to change the topic as he was somewhat embarrassed following Denise’s comment and, just before he returned to the living room, he texted you to inform you that he would be in touch in an hour or so.

Of course, you knew that he was spending time with Denise and didn’t mind and, instead of pondering on about the fact that Amalie was around him, you indulged in your book while you waited for Cillian to text you back.

***

Half an hour later, after the movie was well and truly finished, Cillian excused himself in order to have a shower while Denise had already passed out on the guest bed.

She was tired after travelling since, as usual, she had to take motion sickness medication before getting onto the plane.

Amalie, on the other hand, was not tired at all and decided that it was now or never in order for her to make her move on Cillian.

‘Cillian, uhm…could you give me a hand with this please, I don’t want to wake Denise’ she said as she tried to fiddle around with the zipper of her black fabric top.

‘Sure, I can try’ Cillian said, not thinking anything about it while Amalie turned around and lifted up her long blonde hair.

‘There you go’ Cillian said somewhat uncomfortably as he unzipped the back of her shirt and noticed that she didn’t wear a bra beneath it.

As soon as her shirt came undone, she turned around and, without bothering to cover her breasts, she placed her hands on to Cillian’s chest and thanked him.

‘Amalie, you might want to put on a t-shirt or something’ Cillian said as his cheeks turned red and, just as he did, Amalie leaned forward and pressed her lips onto his.

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[missymurphy1985]

The Last Day Surprise (part two)

Warning - smut

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You'd never been on a private plane before, your eyes were almost bulging out of your skull at the sight of it. Fully furnished inside with a bar, a bedroom at the back, a sofa and TV, it was incredible.

"How much did this cost, exactly?" You asked, watching him pack the suitcases away.

"Called in a favour," he shrugged.

"And who do we know with a private plane?"

"Remember Chris? The director? He sent me that script for Oppenheimer last month. I think he's trying to bribe me..." He whispered cheekily at the last bit.

"Are you taking the role then?" You grinned. He had been hesitant to accept the role, worried about the extra press attention and the promotion he'd have to do.

"Yep. He promised he wouldn't put a bag over my head this time. Sealed the deal. Even convinced him to cast Emily as the Mrs. You gonna come to the US when while we film?"

"Definitely, I'm working for your agent now. I'm sure they can sort something out. I loved hanging out with Emily at the premiere last year, she's so lovely. She's perfect against you too, real chemistry there." He loved how you never got jealous of any women he worked with - but you never would. You knew it was just work, and you made a real effort to get to know all of his costars too. You had even exchanged numbers with the Peaky women, meeting up regularly for coffee.

"So you know we have this plane pretty much all to ourselves, right?" He asked as you both sat down and buckled in for takeoff. A stewardess came through to bring a bottle of iced champagne and two glasses.

"Apart from the stewardess?" You smirked as she walked away.

"They've been instructed not to disturb us unless we call them," he grinned, reaching into his jacket pocket suddenly.

"The fuck...?" You felt the vibrations in your underwear suddenly, making you gasp.

He pulled out a remote control, different to the one you'd seen the night before.

"Vibrating underwear. Who knew?" He smirked, notching up the remote a little making your whole body jolt.

Your fingers clutched the arms of the seat, your teeth biting into your lower lip as the plane started to move. His hand moved back in his pocket so you couldn't see what he was doing, but you could definitely feel it.

He linked his fingers with yours, you gripped onto it, your hips beginning to rock against the seat. He noticed, and upped the pressure on his little remote, making you gasp louder than you planned.

"Everything okay Mr Murphy?" The intercom suddenly buzzed.

"Bit of an anxious flyer, that's all. We're fine."

"Very well. Buzz if you need us." He responded by upping the tempo even more, your underwear was soaked by this point as your orgasm began to build. The knot in your abdomen turning tighter and tighter. Suddenly, your bra began to vibrate gently around your nipples.

"Oh god... Oh god, oh my god..." Your head flung back, he suddenly moved to grip the back of your neck with his free hand, pressing his lips against yours, knowing how loud you were when you came. He didn't want another interruption. You moaned deeply into his mouth as the aircraft took off into the air, your orgasm flowing through your system making every nerve ending in your body spark with electricity.

He turned the vibrations off, allowing you to come down from your high. He kissed you deeply, and both of you heard the seatbelt sign ping off. Within seconds you were on your knees between his legs.

"Up," you tapped his hips and he lifted them off the seat, allowing you to unbutton his jeans and pull them down to his thighs. His cock sprung out, rock hard after watching your little performance.

"Want me to wrap my lips around it?"

He nodded, words escaping him. The tip of his cock already leaking, his hips flinching as your fingers teased over his thighs and groin.

"Want me to lick it? Take you into my throat and suck every drop of cum from you?" He groaned in response, lifting his hips, desperate to feel your mouth clamp over him.

You grinned, you loved seeing him like this - completely at your mercy. His fingers tangled in your hair as your mouth claimed him. Relaxing your throat muscles again as you took him down, your lips now at the base of his cock. You held yourself there for a few moments to allow yourself to adjust, before lifting back off him slowly. Keeping just the tip against your lips as your tongue circled the thick head.

"That's it baby, good girl..." You took him in again, moving up and down at a faster pace. Your nails scraping along his balls making him shudder. His lust-filled eyes watching his cock disappear into your mouth, his fingers gripping your hair tight making you groan over his cock.

Occasionally scraping your teeth over the thick vein under his shaft, your head began to bob faster. The pulsing of his cock and the tightening of his abdomen told you he was close. His breath coming in short bursts now, his head lolled back onto the headrest behind him as his cock began to shoot his warm cum down your throat. He panted through his orgasm, his stomach contracting as his cock emptied into your mouth. You swallowed what you could, but deliberately allowed some to roll down your chin before you looked up at him, giving him those bedroom eyes that you knew drove him crazy, and led to a fair few 'dressing room/bathroom quickies' at events.

You felt those powerful vibrations between your legs again as you stood up, immediately collapsing onto his lap.

"Get this things off me and replace it with your cock or I'll throw that remote out of the window," you gasped, as he flicked the remote again making you shudder. He laughed, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed on the other side of the plane.

"My girl need some attention?" He asked, standing you in front of him and peeling your summer dress off. The garment fell to the floor, revealing you in just your underwear. A matching black and purple set he'd bought for you within that bag of tricks, and now you understood why he wanted you to wear them on the plane.

He unhooked the bra with one set of expert fingers, and you lifted his t shirt over his head. Your lips moving to his neck as you spun your bodies round and pushed him onto the bed. Crawling up his body, smiling at his cock quickly hardening again, you peeled off the underwear. Grabbing the remote, you held the wet panties up against his semi-hard cock and turned them on.

"Holy shit...!" He gasped, lurching upwards slightly as his cock quickly sprung to full attention. You moved the vibrations up towards the head of his thick shaft, relishing in watching his fingers grip the sheets and his eyes roll back into his head.

"You like that baby?" He couldn't even answer you, his gasps and moans told you all you needed to know though. Moving the vibrator down his shaft, you gently held it over his balls and down his perineum. He grabbed your hand to stop you, unable to take much more.

"Ride me..." His eyes were like fire, and you felt your pussy clench at his words. Hovering over him, you sunk down quickly, taking him fully inside you. Your nails scraped down his chest as you began to move, your hips rocking against him. His hands on your waist, squeezing the flesh.

He gasped suddenly.

"So fucking tight, baby...." His eyebrows shot up at the realisation you had the egg inside your ass again - taking him by surprise. "That been in there all day?!" You shrugged, and continued to ride him, pulling him up so your chests collided. You legs either side of his thighs as you bounced on his cock, leaning back slightly to get the angle just right. His hands roamed over your breasts, tweaking the nipples before moving to your mouth. You took two fingers inside, sucking and licking them, his eyes wide with desire.

"Fuck you feel good, so good..." He panted, the tightness surrounding his cock was sending him quickly towards his orgasm but he needed you to cum first. Glancing to his left, seeing that you were lost in your own pleasure, eyes clamped closed, he grabbed the panties and remote. Bringing them down between your bodies, he placed it against your clit and his pubic bone and turned them on.

Your reaction was immediate, your hips moving faster as the vibrations coursed through your clit.

"Cum for me, that's it, I've got you," he pushed the panties harder against you, turning the remote up even higher. Your back arched backwards as you came, your body shuddering through its release, your mouth chanting his name.

He leaned back on one arm and pounded his hips up into you, sending you spiralling into another orgasm as his cock began to fill you up - the warmth of his release flowing inside you.

"Fill me up Daddy, cum for me.."

Your hands on his shoulders as your core squeezed every last drop from him, his groans of pure pleasure never failing to turn you on.

"Fuck me woman..." He panted, falling back on the bed and pulling you with him.

"I think you'll find I just did..."

He laughed, pulling the blanket over you both and kissing your forehead gently.

"You like those new panties then?"

"My new favourite set - although I'm glad you didn't test them at check in..."

"Yeah I did think about it, but there was people taking photos. I didn't wanna have to explain that to either of our mothers."

"So when can I use that bag of tricks on you?"

"What do you have planned??" He asked, slightly concerned. You glanced at the suit bag hanging on the wardrobe in the corner.

"Oh we have two weeks baby - I have lots of plans for both you and Mr Shelby..."

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[look-at-the-soul]

🆘

I just got one of those AHHHGGG ideas for a Robert Fischer series (sneak peek at the end).

But I already have a few WIP stories I’ve been working on that have been waiting patiently in my drafts….

So I want you to guide me, what should I focus on (?)

🖤 I have a Jonathan Crane one shot from a request I got a while ago, is almost finished so I might be posting it in the next couple of days.

🚬 I have a modern Tommy one shot started for a celebration and a very clear idea of how to finish it (not written yet)

🎭 Part four of “Look at the soul” (Cillian)

📸 The idea for the next part of The Photoshoot (Cillian)

And this new idea for a Robert Fischer series:

Robert Fischer would be the perfect boyfriend material; smart, handsome, ridiculous rich, self driven, has an empire, a dreamy holiday house, private gym, under roof pool, a private plane to go anywhere. He’s kind and generous but not everyone seems to notice.

Yet, he’s the loneliest man on earth.

He doesn’t have someone to share all of that wealth.

But there’s another problem… he doesn’t have time to go on dates.

That’s why he is going to hire a professional matchmaker to find someone who fits his glamorous lifestyle.

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