#nofckingfighting

[mypoisonedvine]

Part 2 to the Dads Best Friend! Cillian 🥺🥺

anon is referencing this fic but this can be read without reading that first!!

warnings: semi-public/car sex, secret relationship, fluffy smut, l-bombs, age gap, dad's best friend trope

(gif credit @nofckingfighting)

"God, I hate this," he laughed thinly, and you raised an eyebrow as you stopped moving.

"Er, jeez, not exactly what a girl wants to hear when she's riding her boyfriend," you mumbled, and he pulled you a little closer before sweetly holding your face.

"You know I don't mean that," he sighed, "I mean this-- fucking in my car."

"Really?" you smirked. "I think it's kinda hot."

"It's literally hot," he laughed, "see how you're fogging up the windows?"

"Oh, so it's my fault, then!" you noticed with a grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Only 'cause you're making me do all the work," you accused.

"Making? No, no," he shook his head, "as I recall, you were the one who said you couldn't wait anymore, and told me to pull over somewhere so you could ride me."

"Oh, did I say that?" you feigned innocence as you flushed a bit from the memory.

"You said exactly that," he purred as he moved in to kiss your neck, "don't think I'll ever forget it." His hands found your hips and guided you to start moving again, whispering encouraging little praises into the crook of your neck: that's it, good girl, there you go...

You gasped as you picked up the pace slightly, a chill running up your back even with the aforementioned heat. "What's it you hate so much about fucking in the car, then, afraid to get caught?"

He smiled against your skin, holding you tighter. "No, fuck, that turns me on," he admitted, "I just hate it 'cause you deserve so much more, darling..."

You whimpered and held him tighter, rocking your hips faster. "Fuck," you whispered.

"You deserve a big, soft bed," he continued, "no cars or motels--"

"Or my parents' wine cellar," you reminded him.

"That was a terrible idea," he laughed softly, but it turned to a groan as he held you tighter and your walls clenched on him. "But fuck, darling, you deserve everything... no secrets, no hiding..."

You whined and arched your back. "Cill, c'mon, we can't..."

"I know," he sighed, "I know, but fuck, it's what I want. I want everyone to know. I want you in my bed every night. I want a ring on your finger--"

"Fuck!" you yelped, pushing yourself up against his shoulders. "You can't... you can't just say things like that..."

"I'm not just saying it," he insisted, grabbing your arms to keep you from moving too far away. "I told you from the beginning: if we do this, it's not just fun. You're mine."

Your face tried to muster some resistance to that, but the way you fluttered inside was obvious. He grinned and pulled you into him, hugging you tight and bucking his hips up into you until you moaned loudly.

"Fuck, I want you," he panted, "all of you. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks-- I need you."

"Cill," you whimpered as you hid your face in his shoulder.

"I love you," he continued, and you looked at him again, staring right into his eyes to try to find any proof he was lying. "I love you," he said again, softer, and you bit your lip. How were you supposed to think while he was fucking you like this?!

"I love you too," you blurted out, and you realized that was the idea: he didn't want you to think so you'd have to be honest.

He kissed you, hungry yet sweet, and you whimpered as you realized how close you were.

"Gonna come," you warned with a gasp, "fuck-- Cill, god, I--"

"Say it again," he pleaded, barely breaking away from the kiss but still opening his eyes to look at you this close.

"I love you," you moaned out again, "fuck, I love you-- yes!"

You started to shake all over, and he held you close as he fucked you through it. "So beautiful," he praised as he watched you fall apart, desperate moans getting louder than ever as your head tilted back limply.

He pulled you closer and dropped his forehead onto your chest, groaning as he came with you-- even through the tingly numbness inside you, you could feel his cock pulsing against your walls.

You both took a long time to catch your breath, maybe both realizing the conversation that was waiting for you once you returned to reality.

"Did you really mean--?" you started to ask, but he pulled you into another kiss-- less energetic than the last, you were both drained and sweaty and glowing.

When he pulled back and held your face, you didn't need to ask the question again: he meant it, you knew he did. But that just opened up a new issue.

"What are we gonna tell my parents?" you laughed breathlessly, and he smiled back at you.

"I don't know," he admitted as he kissed your cheek, "but we'll figure it out. I just can't hide you anymore."

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[deceitfuldevout]

A Woman Like You

Tommy Shelby x WOC!Reader

Word Count: +1,215

Warning(s): Angst, Sexist remarks, Societal pressure, Sterotypes.

Author's note(s): I've recently been using writing as a form of therapy. This goes to all the ladies that can relate.

You've fallen head over heels for Tommy Shelby, but now you're questioning if his intentions were sincere or not.

GIF by nofckingfighting

You made the mistake of falling in love. You should've seen the signs sooner. You started working at the Garrison as a bar maid with Grace, eventually moving up to being their sole entertainment. You were an exotic bird who had caught to wandering eyes of drunken Englishmen. Some folks would say you had these men in a trance, with your rare features and seductive mannerisms. Some even say you're a witch. But there was only one person who saw you for you. Tommy Shelby.

It was refreshing, being seen as a soft, delicate thing. His demeanor would shift when talking to you. He's much kinder to you that with any of his men. That was until another, prettier face had caught his eye. You of all people knew the truth: Tommy Shelby would never love you. Instead he'd fallen for your coworker Grace. She's everything you weren't. That may have been the reason why. Of course, you should've seen the signs. How he'd look at her with such tenderness.

Eventually his entire personality completely changed with you. Perhaps they were his true colors. After her death, things went south. Tommy returned to you, but only for physical intimacy. He was rough, unapologetic, and at time, downright cruel. He hadn't spoke to you like a lady, with basic respect. It almost hurt knowing men will never speak to you with kind remarks. As soon as you found a better option, you let him know right away. When you close the pub for the last time, Tommy was there. It was strange, having an Englishman waste his previous time on foreign blood.

You turn around to find Tommy sitting on a barstool, not paying him mind. Then something strange happened. He isn't usually this tender, not even in private. So why on earth was he telling you to stay? After every humiliating thing he'd put you through. How Tommy would shimmy you off his arm in front of his business associates. It only got worse when he'd flirt with women right in front of you, then ask for a fuck because it was convenient. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, maybe even the hormones that made you tear up with anger. But for some reason, you wanted to let him know he hurt you, "Enough, Tom, you need to stop doing this,"

He tilts his head up, genuinely surprised that you'd spoken up. His eyelids are hooded, "If you've got something to say..." he lights up a cigarette, "...say it now," how predictable. Tommy's cruelty had no limits. You were tired of being his little plaything, "I deserve better than this, better than you," letting him know how you truly felt, "You're fucking selfish, you know that?" tears already streaming down both cheeks, "You could've told me you were seeing other women, Tom," your vision blurs. Tommy objected, "You knew who I was when you met me--"

"Yeah, yeah I thought I did, until you decided to to make an acceptation with that blonde whore!" you knew what it would take to get his blood boiling. You wanted to hurt him the same way he hurt you, "I've wasted most of my life waiting for you to love me back, I wasted my good years on a man who wouldn't care if I bled out on the floor!" voice now shaking. You were filled with regret, pain, and anger.

He doesn't even know what the weight of his words did to you, "I know how you English men see women like us, we're always sexually desired but never loved, enough for a good fuck but not enough to make a wife," a chuckle escapes your tips at the thought of it. How could he marry someone like you? His name and status that he's worked so hard for would be tainted. Because who could ever love a woman like you? He had the audacity to roll his eyes, "You were entertainment, to bring customers in," someone pretty enough to keep company around.

"Everything, Tom, everything I've been doing, the act, because I am not allowed the luxury of being seen as innocent," after pouring your heart out, he still hadn't believed you, "Don't act like you haven't been seeing other men," he scoffs. You started to laugh at that remark. Had he really been that clueless? Tears stream down both cheeks. You wipe at them, smearing your mascara, "Now that's incredible," a deep grunt is trapped in the back of your throat, "You really think I'm a whore, don't you?" in an almost hushed tone, "Tommy, you were my first and only, do you really not believe me?" nothing felt worse than being betrayed by the one you trust the most, "All I ever wanted was for you to love me," since the beginning you were there. Even when he was mourning Grace you were there to keep him comfort. How foolish of you.

"Now you never told me--"

"I know who you pretend I am, who you want me to be," you roll your eyes, sniffling for a moment, "I'm not like you Tom, I can't pass, I can't change the color of my skin or features-- I will never be the white woman you've always wanted me to be, the kind of woman you'd keep on your arm without feeling embarrassed, why can't you just accept that?" a faint pause, "You told me...you told me she wasn't your type," barely a whisper, "Was everything a lie?" when he doesn't say anything, it was the only answer you needed. At that moment you snapped, "Please! Look at me!" you smack his arm, "Tommy!" when he does you're given only a cold stare.

Of course, it was never going to be someone like you. There are tears brimming your eyes again. It hurts, knowing that you will always be second best. Always an option but never the first, "At first I was confused, your infatuation with Grace didn't make sense, and now I see that it never mattered who she was," your breath hitches for a moment, "You were always going to choose someone like her..." now rambling about the obvious, "Prettier, blonder...whiter," you taunt.

Each word felt like venom on your tongue. You should've been used to the poison by now, "You don't know how long it took for me to trust a man again, after the pain I've been through--women like me, Tom, we don't have pretty blue eyes that get us what we want, not without a price," that remark made your skin crawl, "Always the seductress, never seen as pure," a dark chuckle erupts, taking up all sound from the bar. Tommy only stares back at you, with that same cold expression. You lean against the counter, looking down at the wood before returning to glance at him, "Did you ever love me?"

If there's one thing about Tommy, is that he would never lie to you, "No," a short, simple answer. You give him a soft, faint smile. Saddened by the loss but also relieved that you were free at last, "Thank you," with that you left, never returning to the Garrison again.

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[darlingsfandom]

I have a request for you for cillian x younger girlfriend reader based on his ‘a quiet place 2’ interview where he mentions he finds it a bit annoying hearing people with their text clicking sound on. Like imagine his girl purposely has that feature on just to playfully annoying him and be bratty so he gives her a spanking & chokes her to put her in her place 🤭

Please & thanks lovely 💕

thank you for the request 🥺

I will say that I agree with him though, that sound is annoying! I never have mine anymore so I get where he's coming from but I love the idea of being a brat for him!

"Shut it off!"

Gif credit : @nofckingfighting !

Warnings: choking, fingering, swearing, semi-public sex, slightly mean Dom Cillian! Spankings

It wasn't unusual that you went with Cillian on his interviews. It was like a second nature to you. You were sitting next to him while he was getting his hair done on your phone texting one of you best friends about how you got to meet Emily Blunt and how sweet she really is and yet all Cillian could hear was the sounds of you texting away with the little clicks and it was driving him up the wall.

Once his hairdresser left Cillian reached over and grabbed your phone.

"Hey!" You whined while reaching back for it. Cillian gave you the look and you knew you were pushing his buttons so you figured why not? He held your phone in his hand while you tried to fight for it back.

"Give it back !" You pouted your bottom lip and Cillian rolled his eyes.

"Turn dat damn noise off yeah! It's annoying! You know I don't like dat noise." He handed you back your phone and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

It was time for his interview and you walked with him hand and hand until he has to go sit in his chair. He gave you a loving kiss on the lips before letting you wander around behind the camera. The interview went on as normal until Cillian heard the noise he couldn't stand: the clicking! His eyes darted in your direction as you stood there, legs crossed and head down texting away once again. His interviewer asked him what's wrong and he started a whole dialogue about how people need to shut the clicking noise off when texting which made you giggle because you knew it wasn't about you, but it was still about you. It's not your fault he hates the noise but you wanted to have fun.

After his interview Cillian walked up to you, grabbed your hand and took you back into the dressing room.

"What da fuck was dat?" He threw his hands in the air while you stood there with the biggest smirk on your face holding your phone, that was until he grabbed it and tossed it towards the vanity.

"Hey! That's my phone! If you break it you're getting me a new one." You crossed your arms over your chest and stomped your foot which made Cillian glare. He pulled you by your arm until he was bending you over the arm of the loveseat in the room and gave no warning before his hand struck your ass which made you jump.

"Daddy!" You cried out as the sting burned over you ass cheek.

"Don't ya daddy me! You're being a brat." He gave you another hard spanking that made you grip the loveseat harder. "Tink ya funny are ya? Ya know I can't stand dat noise and yet ya did it anyway?" His hand found its way into your hair and yanked you backwards making you stumble onto your feet. Cillian wrapped his hand around your throat making you look at yourself in the mirror as he huffed into your ear.

"Been a fuckin brat for bout a week now! I buy ya what ya want, take ya wherever ya want and yet no tank yas, no please daddy! Nothin but a spoiled brat! Gonna teach ya a lesson pretty girl!" Cillian bit down on your ear lobe which made you gasp a little since his hand was still around your throat. His other hand slid up under your dress to tease you before bending you over the vanity and spreading your legs with his knee so he could use his free to pull down your panties.

"Only dumb little sluts get worked up like this when being man handled." His words struck you right between your legs as his finger tips traced over your folds before slipping them inside of you with ease. His chuckle was dark and when you met his eyes in the mirror they were dark and full of lust.

"Please!" You choked out with tears in your eyes as Cillians fingers worked you over.

"Dat the best ya got ya little brat?" Cillian pulled his fingers out before shoving them into your mouth making you suck on them. He pulled them out watching the string of spit follow down before he slid his fingers back inside of you.

"Please daddy! I'm sorry ! Please make me cum!" You whined loudly looking at him through the mirror.

"Dats more like it!" He pressed his cock against you making you feel how hard he was but right now it was about you. His fingers moved in and out of you quickly making your knees buckle until you felt a sudden sting as Cillian slapped your pussy. It wasn't just one or two , it was five hard slaps to your clit that made you cry out his name. Cillian smirked at you while you gripped the edge of the vanity , he knew you were close by the look on your face.

"Now be a good girl fer me and cum! Be a dumb little girl and cum fer me!" He groaned into your ear while rubbing hard circles over on your clit. It was only seconds later that you felt your knees buckling, thighs shaking and body on edge as you came on his fingers.

"DADDY!" Your voice broke as Cillian edged you through your climax. He watched in awe as you came on his fingers.

"See I knew ya could be a good girl." He kissed the side of your head gently while pulling out his fingers and letting go of your neck. "Now get yerself together, I'm not even close to bein done wit ya yet ."

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[tommyxgrace-always]

Holding her head ❤️

Gifs by @nofckingfighting

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[shelbystales]

Ceramic Lessons - Part Five

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

GIF by nofckingfighting

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Warning: Fluff

A/N: a small reminder that this has nothing to do with his real life.

English is my second language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistake

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"Hi beautiful. How do you feel about pizza?" Cillian's text notification popped up on your screen. You wiped your ceramic-glazed hands on the cloth draped over your shoulders and picked up your phone to respond.

"Hey! Pizza night sounds great! I'll bring some red wine," you replied, a smile gracing your face.

"Good, I can't wait to see you," he responded.

"Me too. I'll arrive around eightish," you texted before returning to finish glazing your ceramics.

"I'll be waiting." Cillian then sent you his address.

You continued your day, completing the production of your pieces. You focused mainly on the tabletop oil pourers for the same hotel as your previous week's pieces. They had ordered so many pieces that you would probably be working on their order for several weeks.

After glazing and setting the pieces aside to dry, you went home to get ready. With each passing day, you felt more comfortable with how your relationship with Cillian was progressing. After your last date with him, you couldn't help but fantasize about a future together. Being with him made you feel good, made you feel at ease. Things were so light with him. He was affectionate and kind, unlike previous relationships where you received only breadcrumbs of affection.

The way his thumb caressed your cheeks when he kissed you tenderly, the intensity in his incredibly blue eyes as they looked at you with desire, his habit of always opening the car door for you, and how he planned your dates considering what you would enjoy - all of this fueled the growing crush in your heart.

After a shower and following your usual skincare routine, you decided to put in some effort for your date at his house. You chose a chic yet relaxed look. You slipped into loose, wide-leg trousers made of silky fabric that flowed gracefully with every step, offering style and comfort. Paired with them was a slightly cropped blouse in a deep, royal blue that flattered your breasts perfectly. You completed the look with a pair of heeled mules that added a touch of elegance and elongated your legs. You packed two nice bottles of wine you had stashed away and decided to order an Uber, not wanting to drink and drive.

The car ride was smooth, and you watched the passing cityscape with a sense of excitement. Soon, the driver pulled up in front of Cillian's house. It was a classic Irish home with a touch of modernity, nestled amidst lush greenery that offered the perfect privacy and tranquility. Climbing out of the car, your heels clicked lightly on the cobblestone driveway. you said goodnight to the uber driver before walking to his house.

As soon as you rang the doorbell, Cillian appeared at the door, a charming smile on his face. His eyes immediately locked onto you, and he couldn't help himself. With a step closer, he pressed his lips softly against yours in a sweet, welcoming kiss.

"Hey there," he greeted you warmly, his eyes sparkling as his gaze took your figure "You look absolutely breathtaking."

Your cheeks flushed at his compliment, and you replied with a soft smile, "Thank you, Cillian. You're not looking too bad yourself." You noticed he was dressed in a stylish pair of jeans and a well-fitted, long-sleeved black shirt. To your pleasant surprise, he was wearing his glasses. He looked adorably sexy, in a somewhat quirky way, which only added to his charm.

His laughter filled the air as he held the door open for you. "Please, come in."

As you stepped inside, the cozy ambiance of his home enveloped you. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a soothing atmosphere, and the scent of something delicious wafted from the kitchen. A crackling fireplace filled the living room with warmth and a soft glow.

Cillian's home was a blend of classic Irish charm and modern comfort. Rich wooden accents, tasteful artwork, and plush furnishings gave it character. Large windows framed by billowing curtains offered glimpses of the verdant garden outside, adding to the feeling of seclusion and intimacy.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you headed into the kitchen together. 

His kitchen was spacious and open-concept, seamlessly connecting with the dining and living areas. It boasted a large central island and a sort of countertop/bar that extended into the dining space. The kitchen exuded an elegant atmosphere that harmonized with the rustic wooden elements found throughout the rest of the house. The countertops were crafted from black granite, and the cabinets were a rich, dark brown hue.

Cillian graciously accepted the bottles of red wine you had brought, and he began to pour the glasses with practiced ease.

As you took your first sip, a delicious aroma teased your senses. "Mmm, what smells so good? I thought we were ordering pizza" you asked, curiosity piqued.

Cillian smiled, setting the wine bottle aside. "Oh no, no. Ordering pizza would be just too ordinary. No… we're not ordering pizza tonight; we're making it” he smiled at you playfully and pointed at a black pan over the oven “What you smell is the tomato sauce in the making" he smiled 

Surprised and delighted by his choice, you couldn't help but smile. "That sounds fun!" 

Cillian smiled, clinking his glass gently against yours in a silent toast before taking a sip of his wine, his penetrating gaze still fixed on you.

"How was your day?" he asked, placing his glass on the countertop and leaning against it.

"Good, the usual. I made some ceramic pieces today. I experimented with some different glazes called reactive glazes. They interact with the ceramics and always turn out differently. I hope they'll look nice," you spoke with a smile.

"Sounds interesting," he replied, nodding.

"And how was your day?" you asked, and he shrugged.

"Routine. I dropped Lukas off at his mom's place. I studied some scripts. Nothing exciting, a rather dull day, I'd say. It could almost be erased," he answered, causing you to furrow your brow.

"You know, I think you need to change your perspective," you chuckled, and he looked at you curiously.

"Oh, really?" he asked, and you nodded, moving closer to him.

"What made you happy today, Cillian?" you inquired, your voice gently velvety.

As you asked him about his happiness, a curious sparkle danced in his eyes. He pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting away momentarily as he dove into his thoughts. You watched him with a soft smile, appreciating his introspection.

"Lukas lost a tooth today," he finally said, his voice carrying a warm tone as he reminisced. "Picking him up at school, seeing him toothless, that made me happy."

Your heart swelled with affection at his words. It wasn't just the fact that Lukas losing a tooth had brought him happiness; it was the way he spoke about it, the gentle nostalgia in his voice, the way his eyes softened as he remembered it. 

"Would you erase that feeling?" you asked softly

He shook his head and scratched his neck "Fuck, no one ever asked me that."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Did you like it?" you inquired, your eyes locked onto his.

His response wasn't verbal. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, lingering peck. But that brief kiss quickly deepened, becoming something more intense and passionate.

In that moment, you could feel the warmth of his lips against yours, the softness and pliability of his mouth as your lips moved together in perfect harmony. The taste of the wine lingered, adding a subtle sweetness to the kiss. His hand, which had been gently caressing your jaw, slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. the other hand rested on your hips, pressing you against him.

It was a kiss that made your heart race and your head spin, leaving you both breathless and wanting more.

"What made you happy today?" he whispered as the kiss slowly ended, his nose still touching yours.

You smiled, your voice husky as you replied, "Hmm, many things." Your throat was dry, and you cleared it before continuing, "My sister called me today. That made me happy. And seeing you also made me happy." Your finger traced a slow, delicate path along his jawline, your eyes locked onto his, a soft intensity in your gaze.

"Seeing you made me happy too," he admitted with a smile. The atmosphere between you felt charged, a palpable attraction and affection lingering in the air. "Where did this question come from?"

"My therapist made me ask myself that question every day after all that stuff with my ex. Because I used to dwell so much on the negative that I couldn't see the good things. There's always something in the day worth remembering, worth living for, He used to say.  No day is 100% bad, but we dwell on the bad things for so long that they start to overshadow our view," you explained.

"Your therapist is good," he said, and you chuckled, nodding.

"So..." he clapped his hands. "What kind of pizza do you want?"

“What do you have?” You asked excited as he walked to the fridge 

As soon as Cillian swung open the fridge door, he began pulling out an array of ingredients. "Tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, buffalo mozzarella, Parmesan, Brie, Gorgonzola, and Gouda, olives, seasonings, pesto, artichokes, zucchini, and mushrooms," he listed while placing the partially prepared and sliced ingredients into small bowls.

"You never cease to impress me," you remarked with a smile, leaning in to give him a sweet peck on the lips.

He smiled in response. "Good to know."

Before you could continue talking, you both fell into a brief moment of silence, savoring the connection you shared. Cillian gently caressed your face, his fingers brushing away a stray strand of hair that kept falling in your face.

Breaking the silence, Cillian, with eyes locked onto yours, proposed, "Shall we start with the classic Margherita?"

"I think that's a great idea," you replied with a nod and a smile.

Cillian moved to the other side of the kitchen and fetched a large plastic bowl covered with a cloth, placing it on the central island of the kitchen.

"Wash your hands and come get them dirty," he said with a grin, pointing to the large sink while dusting flour over the island's surface.

You nodded and went to wash your hands, removing any rings and bracelets that adorned your fingers and wrists, placing them beside your wine glass.

By the time you returned, Cillian had already divided the dough into two smaller portions. He handed you a rolling pin as you positioned yourself beside him.

“So, what now?” you asked and he chuckled 

Cillian chuckled, his voice brimming with amusement. "My guess is as good as yours. I think we roll it open," he replied

“You’ve never done this before?” you asked and he shook his head, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischievousness. "Oh, God, this is going to be a catastrophe."

“As long as it tastes good” he shrugged and walked over to the oven lighting it up

With the rolling pin in hand, you pressed down on your portion of dough, intending to create the perfect, round crust. However, dough is known for its unpredictability. The dough beneath your hands had other plans, and it began to stretch and tear unevenly, forming an abstract shape more reminiscent of a landmass than a pizza crust. You chuckled at your less-than-ideal progress, and Cillian couldn't help but laugh with you.

"I don't think I'm doing a good job," you admitted with a playful smile. 

"Oh, there is no such thing. You are doing a perfect job, just keep going," Cillian reassured you, his voice warm and encouraging. While your dough seemed to be in a state of rebellion, Cillian's own dough was taking on a smooth and inviting circular form.

"How are you doing that? Mine looks like an egg. A broken egg," you confessed with a  chuckle. Cillian burst into laughter

“It does” he laughed and you with him 

Amid your laughter and the light-hearted atmosphere, you frustratingly grabbed the dough, shaping it into a round circle again. "I think I should start over," you said, a chuckle of frustration escaping your lips as you admired how perfectly rounded Cillian's dough had become. "How did you do that so easily?"

Cillian smiled and came to your aid. "Here, let me help you." Cillian moved behind you, fitting his body against yours. His hands overlaid yours on the rolling pin, and he leaned in so that his breath brushed against your ear, his warm chest pressed to your back.

"I think you might be applying too much pressure," he murmured seductively in your ear. You felt every hair on your body stand on end as his voice sent shivers down your spine.

“You might be right” you cleared your throat “i’m used to rolling clay” you lightly chuckled 

you followed his movement, and the dough easily shaped into a circle as time passed. 

As you both worked the rolling pin together, Cillian gently rested his chin on the crook of your neck. A rush of butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and excitement coursed through you. In that moment, the dough became a secondary focus as the intimacy between you and Cillian took center stage, infusing the kitchen with an electrifying charge. you felt yourself getting so fucking wet. He left a kiss on your shoulder before saying “I think you are good to go”, and started to put some distance between your bodies. 

But in a swift movement you turned to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss, a desperate kiss. You wanted him and you made sure he knew it. The kiss was so slow and intense that he had to put one of his hands on the countertop to hold both of you in place.

You could feel him hard against your thigh. His hand moved to your neck, then to the back of your head, pulling your hair back to expose your neck, where he kissed and sucked. The sensations were intense as you found yourself melting under his touch. Your hand traveled up his back, fingers digging into his skin as the passion between you continued to ignite.

"Should we skip to dessert?" you asked breathlessly, his lips still pressed to yours. But to your slight disappointment, he chuckled and shook his head.

He moved his lips close to your earlobe, trailing kisses along your neck. "Don't get me wrong... dessert is all I want right now," he growled seductively, "but..." he gave you a teasing peck on the lips, "...there's no need to rush. We have all the time in the world tonight. Let's make this right."

You let out a quiet growl, unable to hide your frustration, but eventually agreed with him. "Okay, you're right, I guess."

He chuckled and kissed you once more. This time, the kiss was more tender than the last, filled with affection and less urgency. "Now, we add the sauce and the toppings," he said, his voice steadier, trying to regain his composure.

Together, you carefully spread the tomato sauce over your now-rounded pizza dough, each of your movements synchronized. The act of crafting a pizza felt more like a dance, every motion perfectly coordinated.

Amid the delightful chaos of creating your pizzas, Cillian noticed the look of curiosity on your face as he held up a slice of gouda cheese.

"Have you ever eaten this?” he asked and you shook your head 

“Never tried many different sorts of cheese. Just the more common ones, like mozzarella, parmesan and gorgonzola.” you told him 

“Well, you know, I think you reaally need to taste this," he said with a playful glint in his eye.

"Really? Just a slice of cheese?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Just trust me on this," he said, his voice filled with confidence as he extended the slice toward your lips.

You hesitated for a moment but then leaned forward, allowing him to feed you the slice of gouda. The rich, creamy flavor filled your mouth, and the taste was absolutely exquisite.

"Wow, that's incredible," you exclaimed, savoring the flavor.

Cillian grinned as he watched your reaction. 

“Told you” he smiled and gave you quick kiss.

After finishing the margherita pizza and putting it in the oven, you were facing another dough of pizza, only the red sauce on the top. 

Cillian surveyed the array of toppings, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "How about we mix things up a bit? Feeling adventurous?"

You grinned, your curiosity piqued. "I'm all in. Let's go wild."

Together, you set to work crafting a masterpiece of a pizza, and the creativity flowed as you added layer after layer of tantalizing ingredients. You debated each topping, their flavors, and textures, and your shared laughter filled the air as you constructed the most unique and adventurous pizza you'd ever seen.

Cillian's hands were steady as he sprinkled Gouda and Brie, while you topped it off with a handful of artichoke hearts, zucchini slices, and a smattering of mushrooms.

In the end the pizza looked funny, you both gazed at your unconventional pizza creation, laughter bubbled up within you. The mishmash of ingredients had turned the pizza into something of an abstract artwork 

With smiles adorning your faces and a palpable sense of anticipation in the air, you carefully placed your one-of-a-kind creation into the oven. At the same time, Cillian gracefully retrieved the margherita, its aroma already beckoning the senses.

"First one is ready!" Cillian declared, carrying the margherita to the dining table. You took a moment to top off both of your wine glasses before joining him, handing him his glass.

"Thank you," he expressed with a warm smile, appreciating the simple gesture.

As you indulged in the delicious pizza, you couldn't help but express your admiration. "It smells incredible! This dough is so light, and it's really good," you mused, taking another bite with a delighted hum.

He continued to smile, his gaze locked with yours. "I'm really glad you're here," he confessed, and the sentiment hung in the air, filling the room with warmth and a sense of connection that transcended the simple act of sharing a meal.

“Me too” you smiled

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[callsign-fangirl]

Tommy Shelby text post pt4??

#tommy shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders meme #text post

[evita-shelby]

Valentine’s Day

For @peakyscillian on their 1.5k follower milestone celebration, congratulations 🎊

Cw: mentions of ptsd

Gif by: @nofckingfighting

"I promise it's a nice thing. just close your eyes and don't cheat!"

He can be very romantic when he feels like it, this was one of those times.

Although what was about Charlie’s Yard, was beyond your understanding.

But he was trying, and it was better than the cold cynicism you had received last year a handful of months after he came back from France.

A year ago you had cried when he stood you up and left you waiting for him with dinner on the table.

You understood that he was hurting and that it would take a while for him to be who he was again, but it had hurt deeply to know he had chosen to lock himself in his little office downstairs with a bottle of irish whiskey instead of even confiding in you like he used to.

But things were better now, he was better. Sure he still had moments where the shellshock and the nightmares came back full force, but he was mostly himself again.

“Open them.” He whispered and you did as you were told.

Somehow someway, he and his family had managed to turn a corner of the yard into something resembling a fancy dinner for two.

The gramophone was playing something romantic that you know he gets annoyed with, there was even champagne and flowers, but what mattered most to you was that your husband was there.

He was there and he was happy and laughing and smiling just like he used to.

“It’s my way of saying I’m sorry for what I put your through last year.”

#tommy shelby x wife!reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader

[tanalolo]

Thomas shelby- the king of taking his ladies to weird shady ass places to make the 1st moves. Lol.

Gif by @thesoldiersminute

Gif by @thesoldiersminute

Gif by @nofckingfighting

#like with all the money couldn't he take them to some fancy place #Grace's was still fine #but jessie literally her first kiss amongst horse shit...that's why she stopped lol #why does he have to do everything with a meaning lol...chill #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #grace burgess #lizzie stark #may carleton #jessie eden #s1 #s4

[nataschalena2]

Cillian Murphy (Tommy Shelby) x Hayley Atwell (Peggy Carter)

Requested by anon

Credit for all the gifs of Cillian goes to @nofckingfighting thank you for letting me use them :)

#crackship #cillian murphy #hayley atwell #cillian murphy crackship #hayley atwell crackship #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peggy carter #marvel #Cillian murphy edit #Hayley atwell edit #cillian murphy gifs #Hayley atwell gifs

[moral-terpitude]

Gif at the top is from @nofckingfighting

I’m trying to work on another chapter of The Dead Rabbit. I really am. For anyone wondering. However, if you’re wondering why, in the 11th Part the outfit Grace wears is noted is because of the hallucinations Tommy has of her in the series.

“He didn’t move until he heard her take a deep breath, turning to see his Connemara girl behind the bar. The white blouse with the cape collar and red skirt had been so deeply etched in his recollection of her, so much so that of course that’s what she wore.”

Of course being a reference to calling Grace “Lady Sara of Connemara”, as well as The Connemara Girl painting.

If you haven’t read The Dead Rabbit, please do, if you don’t mind a modern Tommy story that is. I try to put lots of reasoning and effort in to each chapter which is why I’ve changed the posting schedule to once a month, but it’s also far from complete.

So when I don’t post a chapter I’ll try and post a little fun fact about it because I’ve put too much work in to it the last few months to quit writing it now!

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby smut #modern day au #modern!tommy #modern!tommy shelby #modern peaky blinders #tommy x grace #grace shelby #rambles #the dead rabbit

[padfootdaredmetoo]

1000+ Follows!

Please feel free to comment on which numbers you'd like to vote for!

I'm hoping that this can be something interactive and fun! I'll keep this open till August 19th. That puts me at the end of my summer finals and hopefully is enough time for this to get some votes (slightly terrified this will totally flop.)

I'll carry on the series for as long as possible and would love to receive asks as it progresses with ideas! Any blog that participates in an idea used will get credit for it as well.

Put a number and a name (I'll give the winning story a proper name) If you feel up to it let me know if I should keep it a reader insert or name the main character and turn her into an OC.

4 Tender: The reader chooses to move back to London with her best friend. She's made peace with her family and found a new job, now she just has to survive navigating the stormy crime life of London beside her brother Tommy, and lover Alfie.

1 Bubbly: The reader grew up in Small Heath, her beauty is unrivaled and yet it's the cause of all her problems. After being employed by Thomas Shelby she falls for him. Despite their reputations, common sense, and the age gap, Tommy can't help himself. This story takes off after they hook up and follows the reader as she navigates the world of crime, business, and romance.

2 Prima Ballerina: With her career over, she embraces family life with the Shelbys. With a wedding and babe on the way, this focuses on her side of the conflicts Tommy takes on over the various seasons

3 Animal Shelter: This follows the reader's journey as she navigates being married to an older man and helping little Charlie along. When she gets to the bottom of what Shelby ltd. actually does, and tries to find her place in the chaos.

5 Adopted: The reader has settled into her life with Lizzy and Tommy this follows their journey as she goes through her last year of school. It shows a good deal of Lizzie & Tommy's relationship, as they heal their own wounds and manage Tommy's health. The reader explores falling in love, while her family has made things mostly legal, her boyfriend's life is firmly cemented in everything her father tried to keep her out of. I'm thinking mystery solving, parties, friend group drama, relationships, twists, turns, heartbreaks, growing pains, and lots of the Shelby family madness.

If you haven't checked these blogs out hit them up!

Thank you!

to everyone that made my blog a thing! I originally came here for the smut and romance, but I stayed for the friendships made along the way.

@retromafia @theshelbyslimited @runnning-outof-time @potter-solomons @allie131313 @look-at-the-soul @cillspropertea @dilfsandtherapy @alreadybroken-ts @theshelbyclan @queenofkings1212 @gypsy-girl-08 @sympathyfortheblinderdevil @diorrfairy @nofckingfighting @screemqueen @kpopgirlbtssvt

If I forgot anyone I am extremely sorry. I just tossed in mutuals so I wouldn't be spamming the sh*t out of people that don't know me.

#Padfootdaredmetoo #1000 follower celebration #thanks again to everyone who has followed #Peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #If this is a huge flop please promise we will never mention it again #I beg of you #I'm almost to afraid to post this

[runnning-outof-time]

Do you know of a safe site that isn’t Netflix to watch Peaky Blinders?

I was able to watch them thanks to @nofckingfighting , who posted the link to a Google Drive with the episode after every Sunday. I had no problems watching it on there, but I’m not sure if those links will still work ... it’s worth a try to go look for them on their account though.

Other than that, I don’t know of any ... if I hadn’t found those links, I probs wouldn’t have watched it until June because I’m super hesitant of websites I haven’t heard much of.

Sorry for the sprawling answer. I hope that it helps though! ☺️

#asks answered

[theshelbyclan]

do you take gif requests?

Nope! Wouldn’t know how to make a gif to save my life... check these lovely people out though! @nofckingfighting @mistress-gif @tatianapetrovna @thesoldiersminute @retromafia, no idea if they’ll take requests but you’re onto a better track with them anyways XD

[evita-shelby]

A different sort of man

part ii

Gif by @nofckingfighting

The witch scours through every book on magic she owns, and Thomas spends the time trying to see how different this Tommy’s life is from his.

The tattoo on his hand is different.

Instead of TGC, he sees an entwined E and T. Same monogram on the linens, tiles on the floors and carved on his own desk.

“You got it done on our first anniversary in 1921, we didn’t have Charlie yet.” The witch answers as she tossed another book into the stack and leafed through the next one. “Charlie was born in 1922, September to be exact. We eloped on June 1920 and a month ago we had a church wedding to cover up the Russian business and because our families ---mainly Polly and my aunts--- demanded we pretend to be good catholic people despite us being atheists.”

“How do you know about the Russians?” he tensed.

He didn’t confide in anyone save Polly, he couldn’t trust Grace even after three years. Too many lies, too many things ruined by her presence alone.

Even his family was distancing themselves from him because they can’t stand her.

“Because you tell me things, we are not just husband and wife, we are also business partners, have been since I told you Grace was the rat and told Campbell about Black Star Day.” She answered before muttering a curse, tossed the book and began searching through the couch cushions.

Lucky, lucky Thomas Shelby, this Tommy has a wife he can trust, with a good head on her shoulders and a spark of gypsy magic.

Something gnaws at him because he knows he cannot even begin to comprehend why he even sought Grace out in London in the first place.

“Should your stay last longer than it should, I am perfectly equipped to handle everything the other you has left pending. I act as your proxy when you aren’t available, if I do need you to make an appearance, I will brief you on it.” The witch runs a tight ship it seems.

“Mrs. Shelby, Mrs. Gray is here.” Mary, the same housekeeper he employes said with a little more warmth than her counterpart.

“Thank you, Mary. Please send her in, I am afraid it is rather urgent.” She thanked the housekeeper with a smile.

Grace was not an easy woman to please, demanded perfection, demanded that everyone knew their place and would never have even acknowledged Mary with a smile.

Where had this woman been all these years, he found himself asking.

“71 Watery Lane, with my daj, Ethel Smith.” She answered his unspoken question to his horror.

“You aren’t you.” Polly cuts to the chase as they meet in his office.

“No. Believe it or not, when I went to sleep my wife’s name was Eva, my son Charlie was five months older and I would have never sought out Grace Burgess for what she did to us six years ago.” Tommy explained to Polly, she was closer to the original one, but there was a coldness to their interactions.

He couldn’t blame her, Eva had told him that Grace believed Pol to have incestuous feelings toward him and assumed it was jealousy and not disgust because she saw her for who she was.

“If only that version of you had your sensibility, boy.” His aunt said with pity aimed at the man whose body he occupied.

This Thomas had a similar tattoo on his hand, except for the monogram Eva has on tiles and linens, there is a G for Grace, a C for Charles and a T for Thomas.

This man’s feelings were not strong enough to keep it just their initials, he had to add the baby that turned a fuck up into his life.

“Yeah, if only.” He found himself agreeing as he tossed the photograph of Grace into a drawer.

This house was a dark and gaudy shrine to her and him, he had not been surprised to know she had not curtailed his less than fashionable décor. Worse, Grace Burgess had enabled him.

Grace’s tastes seemed to exist within the confinements of her wardrobe and even that was questionable.

If Eva were here she would have burned the garish purple wedding dress with unabashed gusto, along with every portrait he commissioned.

He missed her, not even three hours apart from her and he wants to return to her and his much, much happier life.

“What do we know about Eva Smith, granddaughter of Ethel Smith at 71 Watery Lane?” he doesn’t hear the quiet gasp until Polly’s dark eyes zero in at the woman spying on them.

Fuck.

Fuck him, fuck her, fuck them all.

If Grace was just as he remembered, she will be calling the All Saints’ Hospital to throw him in there before the sun sets today.

As if he didn’t already have the Russians to deal with too.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #eva x tommy