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⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨Cillian Murphy୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆
Bad, bad bunny (stepfather!Cillian)
No silly boys, no one, just daddy (stepfather!Cillian)
I have received a few inboxes asking me if I am alright. I really appreciate that you are concerned for me, but there is absolutely zero need to be concerned.
I am perfectly well, I am just simply lazy and quite busy:)
Over a series of months, myself and other Tumblr users -- fic writers, gif makers, fans of created content -- have been victimised by @mrkdvidal1989, who has extensively lied about who he is, preyed on multiple women and denied involvement -- therefore ruining friendships, reputations and feelings, and promised me life-saving medical treatment that he never followed through on.
More information including mine and their stories under the cut.
The reason I am going public with this is twofold:
A) To protect others from being hurt. He is known to reach out to many tumblr users, especially young women in the Cillian Murphy fandom -- but he may have a wider reach beyond this circle.
B) Since his "disappearance" three weeks ago and the unravelling of his lies, this man has ruined my life and the only hope I had of obtaining treatment for a condition that has been plaguing me for four years.
Killian Vidal is the name he has chosen to give us, and has claimed to be both a officer commander and general in the mobility troop in the SAS (the general rank does not even exist), has beaten cancer a while ago (but said to another mutual that his "time was running out" and he is currently struggling with it), and a plethora of other life experiences and general knowledge about him that varies in consistency when talking to different people and is questionable in its validity. He has also shared pictures of "himself" that when reverse image searched, belong to different people.
I got to know Kill when he reblogged one of my fanfics (as the story seems to start with a lot of his victims) and he reached out via DMs. We quickly became close friends who called nearly every day on Discord and when I told him about my health issues, he immediately offered to pay for my medical treatment wherever I could find willing doctors.
I was hesitant to believe this at first since all of this seemed too good to be true (and was). He claimed to be very wealthy, enough to afford private jets like it was nothing and to rent me an apartment in the UK in the same building as him. Over time, I grew to trust him because he felt like such a genuine person and friend, which was made all the more believable by the fact that he has such a huge following on Tumblr and was, at the time, part of a vast social network of fans and friends (one of which he even claimed to know IRL -- who will remain anonymous unless they decide to speak out). I decided to ignore the little red flags because I was so desperate to receive this treatment that for me would be life-saving.
For four years, I have been plagued by an array of (mostly) undiagnosed digestive issues that have made my life almost unbearable and have on numerous occasions nearly killed me due to malnutrition. I've spent months in hospital, endured years of malpractice and misdiagnoses, undergone heart surgery, and have tried absolutely everything I can to get better. In the winter of 2023, I was told by my doctor that I was refused in the TPN program (a treatment that may have slowed or stopped my weight loss) and that with or without it, I was looking at mortality. Refusing to stop fighting but having exhausted the public health care system in Canada, I went into 2024 not really having much hope of anything anymore.
So, when Kill came along, that changed. He promised -- and I mean, from the bottom of his heart, promised -- that he would help me get treatment, that he would get me out of my abusive home and fly me to the UK, that he would be there for me as my friend, etc. I was beyond grateful, and as my trust with him built, so did my hope.
The travel plans kept getting put off; originally, he would fly me out as soon as the apartment became available, which was the 11th of Feb, 2024. He kept finding excuses to not book the jet. Finally, it seemed as if around the 15th/16th I would be flying. My health had been declining rapidly and the situation was becoming all the more urgent, and he said he was in contact with a pilot and would send the ticket soon and call me.
That was the last I heard from him. The 16th.
Initially thinking he had ended his life (he had discussed thoughts of suicide with me prior to this), I was beside myself with worry not only thinking one of my closest friends was gone but also that my chance at life was. I reached out to his other friends, and I made several calls to the UK authorities and emergency services and ended up requesting a welfare check be made to see if he was even alive.
They reported that no one under the name Killian Vidal was in the records of the building name he gave me -- the same building that I was meant to live in within that week.
After reaching out to my now beloved friend @kittenonpluto (A.K.A., Cas) on Tumblr, I learned that Kill was in fact alive, and had told her that he was in hospital for digestive issues in Indianopolis, United States (though again, no record of his name in their medical system). He still wouldn't talk to me, but told her to tell me that he would reach out when he was out of hospital.
Cas and I compared information he'd told us (her story will be attached to this post) and looked into the mystery more. He constantly dodged confrontation and questions about the fake photos and information he'd sent her, and seemed to use his completely fabricated hospitalisation as an excuse to not fulfil his promises to myself and her, as well as a means to garner sympathy.
It was quite obvious that he didn't know how the American medical system worked, and he even incorporated elements of my actual story and used them in his. When asked about his treatments, he responded with medically false information. He reported digestive issues, reflux, and having both an NG tube and TPN -- both of which I have experience with -- and let me say, I am beyond disgusted and infuriated that my real life trauma was used as a ploy in all this.
How do we know for a fact this is false? I checked the police case for his welfare check again, and they said that they confirmed him being in the UK at the same time he had told Cas he was in hospital in the States.
After a final confrontation from both Cas and myself (and a desperate final plea for the medical aid he promised me), he was never heard from again from either of us or our friend circles.
I'm now having to pick up the pieces he's left me in and to be honest, I have little to no idea of what the hell to do or how to save myself. The fact that he strung me along for a month and built up my hope that I was going to live only to abandon me without even a word is deplorable to me.
And mine isn't the only story. I've heard from four women on Tumblr (who, again, will remain anonymous unless they choose to speak out) who he has been romantic or sexually involved with (and lied about his involvement, made them out to seem insane or toxic, created rifts in our friendships, toyed with their emotions, and made false promises to of relationships, marriage, and finances).
And that's not including the ex-wife who came back to Tumblr to claim that her and Kill had never met nor married. She was promptly silenced by a "lawyer threat" that we have strong reason to believe was a bluff.
At the end of the day, there are so many lies, half-truths, inconsistencies, etc. this man has wrapped himself in and we don't know for the life of us what his motives are, but from the information that we do know is false, he isn't genuine. He toys with people. He hurts them. Myself and the others that have been affected by this want that to stop.
And at any point, he has the ability to make a new account, and take on a new persona, pretend to be someone else. Tumblr is a wonderful place and I have met so many cool people on here, but please be careful about who you interact with and what you share, because aside from making this post, it is beyond my power to stop him from doing what he does. But after what he did to me, I could not remain silent.
Other Stories
If you have an experience or story with Killian that you would like heard, please reblog it on this thread or make a post. With your consent, I can include a link to it below.
Final Note
Lastly, if you have read this far, thank you.
If you want to reach out to me about this issue -- whether it's to anonymously share your experience, ask questions, ask for evidence (of which I can back up these statements with), or anything at all --, please do not hesitate to do so. <3
For those who may be worried about the potential legality of this post, everything that I have stated as fact is fact and it is not my intention to slander or spread false information.
I did not want to have to write this, but I've been given little options. I gave this man over 3 chances and weeks of time to be honest with me. I was kind, empathetic and, until recently, I sincerely loved him and wanted to believe the best about him.
The damage @mrkdvidal1989, Killian Vidal, has done in this community is incalculable.
I am participating in exposing this man at risk of my personal safety. He has a lot of information about me and nude pictures he could leak. But I cannot let him continue to harm women in this community.
Read below for my story
He and I started talking January 28th. We hit it off quickly and started talking on the phone the same day for over an hour. He was charming, kind, friendly, and flirty.
I had no reason to doubt him and his words. He was a well known person in the Peaky Blinders and Cillian fanfic community. There was another tumblr user who said she was his wife/ex wife and, perhaps unintentionally, she gave validity to his lies. I spoke to him on the phone many times having organic conversations.
I had never heard of a catfish doing that and he never once asked me for money.
Red mentioned his "ex wife" coming back to tumblr to say that she and Killian were never married. This all happened in a private message that the other user shared to Killian. Killian then shared it to me and I was shocked. I believed Killian. After all, she said at the end that she was lying about most everything she had just said and I couldn't fathom why she would claim to be his real life wife on tumblr if she never even met him. (I still have so many unanswered questions about this).
On February 17th, he was supposed to fly to the US to see me and for business. On February 16th & 17th, everything changed. He had been intimating at having stomach issues for a week or so. The morning of the 17th in his time zone, he said he had gone to the doctor and was given IV fluids. I was extremely worried about him and his condition. I called the local hospital in the UK and he was not admitted there. That evening he texted me that he had come to Indy and was in the hospital there. His text seemed rushed and had misspellings. I spent my entire lunch break at work frantically calling all the hospitals in Indianapolis to hopefully find out his condition. It seemed dire. None of the hospitals had a Killian Vidal in their system.
When I got home that night, I had what his "ex wife" had written in my mind. It was too coincidental that his major health issue happened the day he was supposed to see me. I took images that he had sent and reverse image searched them. Multiple of them came from the internet from as far back as 2014 and were definitely not him. I was devastated.
I reached out to @aurorag98 the next day as I knew she had been hurt in some way by Killian. She will tell her story as well on this post. Aurora has become a wonderful friend of mine (as well as Red - though Red and I didn't talk til later on). I sincerely would not have been able to process any of this without Aurora or Red.
Because of pursuing a relationship with Killian, I am losing so many things including my dog (who I consider to be my son), my home, my career progress (I had to drop out of college because I could no longer afford to live in the same area), quite a lot of money (from dropping my course), and the man who I genuinely thought to be the love of my life.
We were planning to get married after I moved to the UK with him. We had names for our future children picked out. We shared baby pictures, funny stories, and our inner thoughts. He told me that I meant the world to him.
I never really gave much thought to the idea of soulmates until I connected with him. He could have been broke and looked nothing like the buff profile pic he used to use on here, and I would have loved him to pieces all the same.
I wish I had answers as to who he is and why he has done the evil things he has done. I pleaded with him for honesty. I desperately wanted to believe that the lies were just to cover an insecurity and he couldn't have wanted to actually hurt me and others. I no longer think that. I have tried to understand, but all I have are theories.
What I do know is that he hurt me deeply in a way that I don't think I will ever forget and that will take me a very long time to recover from.
This is all painful for me to write. No text post is going to actually convey what hell he has caused me and the gravity of what he has done.
First of all I want to say that I'm writing this scared of what might happen as this person, whoever he is, has a lot of personal information of mine in his possession as well as nudes.
My history with Killian Vidal (@mrkdvidal1989 ) as he calls himself, started in October 2023 when I wrote a fic in the Cillian Murphy fandom and he praised it, we became mutual.
During all that time we interacted through comments on our fics and little DMs.
I remember very well that he wished me Merry Christmas on Christmas Eve.
The story he created here is that he was married and even wrote fics with his wife so that made me feel safe, he became a good mutual/friend and part of my constant interaction in the Tumblr community.
In the second week of January 2024 my mother became very ill and needed donors because her blood type is O Negative and therefore hard to get, he had messaged me to see how I was doing and when I told him everything that was going on with my mother and the situation she was in, he without hesitation offered to donate.
He told me that he was O Negative and that he understood why my mother's situation was so difficult as 7 years ago he had had cancer and that his blood type had been a problem, he told me that he could come to my country as every 2 to 3 weeks he traveled from the UK to Indianapolis on business.
At the time I thought he was married, but he told me that his wife cheated on him and had returned to the UK, so he was divorced. I declined his offer, but was very grateful. His offer as well as his words meant a lot to me, I was almost a stranger to him despite our interactions and the simple fact that he volunteered to donate blood to my mother meant everything to me.
A week later he contacted me again, and that's when my hell began.
It was all constant manipulation in a cruel and vile way, he made me believe that I wanted to do this, he also made me feel guilty and question my judgment.
In the end when I realized what he was doing (talking to other girls sexually besides me) he made me feel like I was crazy and that I had distrusted him for no reason.
He finally burned me, he said that I stalked and harassed him, that it was all one sided and that I had sexualized everything, that he had never been interested in me when he started all this.
He said very hurtful things about me that still hurt me to this day because it meant so much to me.
I don't know how many people think I'm a crazy stalker because he told them I did that, plus he shared screenshots of my messages without bothering to hide my name and profile picture (I have a very particular name).
I had to completely get out of the Cillian Murphy fandom and stop writing because I also received anonymous attacks I guess from some of his followers that he had told all those lies about me.
All this has been very hard, I don't even know how I managed to cope, I felt very lonely, I blamed myself, I couldn't eat or sleep, I had anxiety and depression, and to this day I can't write and the things that made me happy don't make sense anymore.
He hurt a lot of girls and I still don't understand why he did it, he is just not a normal catfish. I don't think we will ever know his motivations and that doubt will haunt me forever.
Thanks to Cas (@kittenonpluto ) who contacted me almost a month later I found out that Killian Vidal was a catfish, I only had the idea that he was a womanizer predator of young girls, she was a support in this process, being able to share our experiences, all the lies he told us as well as our feelings brought me closer to giving closure to this point in my life that I couldn't talk to anyone about without feeling like a fool and feeling guilty, but that's just what he wanted to make me feel, guilty and scared by his empty threats and attacks.
He didn't make it, we are here telling the truth and hoping no one else has to go through something like this.
I wanted to reblog this so it can reach more people.
I never had any interaction with him other than praising his work or requesting something. I am aware that his last post is/was my masterlist, there is very little story behind it. I simply asked him to take a look at my work and I requested a writing scenario while I was there, that’s all.
To the victims who spoke up about his behaviour and manipulation:
Thank you for sharing your story, it means a lot that you talked about it so it wouldn’t happen to us. I hope you can find peace as soon as possible. <3
I’ve got an idea as well: Older husband Cillian showing his young wife how to please him properly xx
Hii, thank you for the request!<3 I am always a sucker for some older husband Cillian:)
Hands on mine
warning: age gap, first time bj, oral (m), dirty and sweet talk, nothing too filthy:)
pairing: older husband!Cillian x younger wife!Reader
summary: Cillian teaches his little wife how to please him
The marriage between them caused a bit of a stir within the crowd, the big age gap was there, but who cares as long as you are utterly in love? Their chemistry was undeniable and the sex was amazing.
But as she was soaking in her bath, she couldn’t stop thinking about one thing. Cillian was always down to keep with his younger wife’s big appetite, doing his best to please her and fuck her until both of their bodies were spent. However, he never asked for her to please him back. It’s not like she didn’t want to, she did, but she was so scared of hurting him in some way. It soothed her that he was perfectly satisfied with her pussy, but sometimes she wished that he would just grab her head and shove his cock down her throat.
Cillian was her first in everything, which meant that she never sucked cock before. She jerked him off for half minutes just before he was about to penetrate her, but nothing more.
As she thought more about it, the more she felt her mouth salivating at the thought of pleasing him. She got out of her bath, dried herself and put on a lacy tank top and cotton panties. She knew that Cill would be in the living room, reading a book on his beloved armchair.
And of course, there he was. In sweatpants and a thin shirt, his reading glasses sat on top of his nose and his face was one of concentration. God, he looked so good.
While he was lost in his book, he suddenly noticed a pair of feet padding into his peripheral vision, before he knew it, his sweet little wife was making herself comfortable on his lap, demanding his complete attention without any words. With his book now put aside on the side table, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.
“Hello there, sweetheart.” He whispered into her ear. He was so smitten with her, he could smell the sweet vanilla scent of her bodywash and his hands caressed her skin that was barely covered. His brows furrowed when he noticed the slight pout on her lips. “What’s wrong?”
She moved to straddle him and moved her face close to his, she looked deeply into his baby blues and said. “I want you to teach me.”
Her closeness made his body warm up. “Teach you what, darling?” He whispered, her cotton clad pussy was sitting right on top of his hardening cock, he could even feel her warm heat.
“I want to please you, suck your cock.” She murmured shyly, which made him chuckle and caress her hair lovingly.
“Oh, my little doe, you had me worried there. But, you just want to be good for daddy, eh?” She just nodded eagerly.
“I-I want to learn how to make you feel good, because you always make me feel so good with your mouth, daddy. I want to do the same thing.” Her hand wandered down to his crotch and started palming him through the thin fabric. He hissed at the sudden contact, her clever little hands felt so good on him.
Before she could take him out, his hands grabbed her face. “Are you sure, little doe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”
She just giggled and kissed him. “I’m sure, daddy.”
“Well, then… On your knees.” He said to her in a deeper voice, the voice when she knew not to disobey him or she would be punished. In contrast to his voice, he planted a kiss on her temple, just so she knew that they could stop anytime.
She dropped to her knees and started to pull his pants down, along with his underwear. Cillian was petting her while she was doing it. “Very good, take me out, my pet.”
His demanding voice made her feel more excited to be finally doing it. When his nearly fully hard dick sprang up in her face and against his stomach, she grabbed it with her delicate hand and started jerking him off slowly. He grunted at the contact, never taking his eyes off of her. “Spit in your palm, it’s going to be better for me and easier for you.” She did as he told her and it actually was better, her hand now gilded easily up and down his member. “You can do it more tightly—“ he put his hands on hers, guiding her. “—just like that. Hands on mine, let’s go a bit faster, hm?” He put his hand back on her head when she had the perfect grip on him.
“Just stay calm and do what feels natural for you.” He sensed her nervousness.
“I-I don’t really know what to do, daddy…” She looked up at him sadly from her kneeling position and he felt his heart melting.
“Okay, so… Start with little kisses, and an occasional little licks here and there.” His voice was laced with pleasure, especially when she planted a kiss on his tip. “Oh, fuck—right there, doe, that is where it feels good for me the most.” She kept on kissing and licking at his tip, tasting the precum that was beading from his slit. His tip was smooth and warm, she enjoyed having it in her mouth. She suddenly had an idea, she ran her wet tongue from his base to his tip, when she got up to the top, she took his pulsing tip into her mouth and sucked on it. “OH—- You’re doing so good… So, so very good for daddy. Keep on sucking.” His hand tangled itself into her silky soft hair. After a few minutes, she let him slip into her mouth a bit more, with hollowing her cheeks she started to bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Her lips smiled around him when she heard his moaning and his fingers tightening in her hair, it felt so rewarding.
She still didn’t relax completely, she was constantly careful not to scrape his sensitive skin with her teeth and she was doing very well.
Feeling his palm pushing her even more down, she was trying to fight the urge to gag. She took a deep sigh and relaxed her throat, letting his big cock slip into her throat. “My god, doe, you are doing amazing! You are pleasing daddy so much!”
She deepthroated him a few times before he pulled her head off of him by her hair. He chuckled darkly when he heard her whining. “Hush, sweetheart. I’m going to show you another thing you can do to make daddy feel good.” Now she was listening with big eyes. “Touch me lower, touch my balls. Lick them, fondle them or suck them.” She lowered her hair to kiss all around his testicles. She gently palmed them and started to kiss them, occasionally letting her tongue dart out for a taste.
When his moans faltered and she got bored, her slightly swollen lips wrapped around his dick again. She let his hand dictate the pace, he was rough and gentle at the same time, something only her husband was capable of doing.
“Just a bit more, my little love.” He urged, barely being able to talk, the feeling of her warm and wet mouth all around him was swallowing him up. He didn’t let her break eye contact, he needed to see his pretty little wife to be able to cum.
He warned her before he came, giving her time to pull off, even if he wanted nothing more than to paint her mouth with his seed and have himself deep in her tummy. To his surprise, she kept on sucking on him and using her hands at the same time. Of course she would swallow, she was his good little girl who was always hungry for his load.
“I’m there! I’m coming, my darling— OHH YES!” She felt her mouth fill with his thick and warm load. She gulped it down eagerly, enjoying the feeling of her belly filling up with him. She pulled off when his meaty thighs twitched from sensitivity, then she gave him one last peck and tucked him back into his pants.
He smiled when she wiped the remaining cum off the corners of her mouth with her fingers, only to lick them clean.
He reached down and put her back in his lap, kissing her all around her face at which she giggled at. He saw that he tired her out, so he gently cooed to her.
“My good little wife, always so good to me. You did so well, the best blowie I ever got. Thank you, my darling.”
She nuzzled her face into his neck, smiling softly and enjoying his gentle caressing.
“Rest now, sweetheart. You deserve it.”
When he felt her nearly falling asleep, he kissed her hair again before picking his book up. His little wife asleep in his lap, with her tummy full of his seed, he smiled knowing that she was his.
All of his characters! I have seen most of his work, but if you request someone I haven’t seen before I’ll just put the request aside until I know more about the character:) but I’ll try my best xx
Can you write more about stepdad Cillian and stepdaughter reader? Maybe Cillian preparing her, teaching her, and helping her have her first time with him? 👀✨️🎀🤍
thank you for your request! and dw there will be more of stepdaddy!Cillian <33 xx
summary: since her punishment, Cillian is just waiting for the moment she breaks and crawls back to him, turns out he didn’t even have to wait that long.
After that night, it was all she could think about. Those big palms coming down to strike the skin of her ass. That manly scent swallowing her right up. How she could feel his erection at her tummy. It just kept on coming back to her, and she wanted more.
She was trying to touch herself, but failed miserably, she just couldn’t find the spots that he did. Even if she managed to find them, her own touch was not as good as his.
Speaking of her stepfather, he basically acted like nothing happened, not in a way she wanted him to anyway. His touch lingered more than before and his words got sweeter, but she wanted more. She wanted him to take control again, and show her how to feel good. She thought about him for the next two weeks, especially when she had to sit down and hiss because of her bruised skin.
He tried his best not to smirk everytime she sat down in front of him, it filled him with pride, and arousal. His behaviour was nearly the same as before, Cillian wanted her to come to him, desperate and needy. He heard her before, trying to work her clumsy little fingers on herself and it always ended with a loud frustrated groan.
It wasn’t a surprise for him when one night, she finally gave into her desires.
She even woke up horny, she felt warmth in her lower tummy and she felt the slickness between her thighs. She was frustrated all day, that aching feeling never going away. When nightime finally came around, she tried to use her finger again.
She made her bed nicely, stripped down to her underwear and stuck a finger into her panties. Her own warmth and wetness could be felt, and she felt that little electricity running through her body when her fingertip made contact with her clit. She felt it was too hard to keep up a speed that could make her orgasm, she just grew frustrated, so she grabbed her laptop. She tried looking up ways to make herself feel good. She didn’t have any toys, but she quickly realized that the thought of having a vibrator on her clit turned her on. She wouldn’t even have to move, just hold it to herself and it would give her orgasm after orgasm. The site also said that stimulating herself with something could also help. So, she moved her body to straddle her pillow, and she got to work. It felt like… nothing at all. She even got a cramp in her leg. By the time she laid in her bed normally again, she was crying tears of desperation. There was one solution left. She quickly threw a silky robe on and made her way to the living room.
There was some soft jazz playing from the tv, and Cillian sat in his favourite armchair, reading a book. He grinned when he heard the stomping down the stairs, someone must be feeling frustrated. He was listening to her angry little huffing for nearly an hour. He was prepared to drop a snarky comment, but that quickly went away when he saw his upset stepdaughter. Her lips were pouty and her eyes full of unshed tears, he instantly put his book on the bedside table and invited her into his arms.
She sniffled into his shoulder, his arms immediately wrapped her smaller body up and close to his. His big hands were caressing her hair and he whispered. “Shhh… What happened, little bunny?”
“I-I wanted to do that thing… What you did to me. I wanted to feel it again, but I couldn’t.” She hid her face into his neck from embarrassment, but Cill was having none of it.
“You mean an orgasm?” She just nodded, his hand gently guided her face out of his neck so they could be eye to eye. “If you wanted more orgasms, you could have come to me.”
His heart melted at the sight of her wide eyes, the lust was evident in them. “I’m sorry, daddy… I was too shy to ask.”
“Well, do you want daddy to make you feel good again?” He chuckled when she nodded eagerly, so he stood up with her still in his arms and he brought her to his bedroom.
He put her back down on the floor and slowly untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her beautiful and young body. He just circled around her, as if he was a predator, moments away from eating up his prey, his pretty little prey.
He finally stood before her, he softly cradled her cheeks and put his lips close to hers, but they didn’t actually touch. She didn’t waste a moment and she connected their lips. Both of them let out a sigh of relief, their kiss was soft, in the beginning. His hands went from caressing her neck, to slowly squeezing it from time to time. He slowly pulled away and chuckled when she tried to chase his lips back to her own. “My sweet darling, lay down on the bed and take your bra off.”
She did as she was told and she heard his grunt when her full breasts were on display for him. He crawled on her and started sponging kisses to her jaw and neck. “You don’t have to touch your little pussy first when you want to make yourself feel good.” He nosed at a spot on her neck, before biting it and sucking it. “There are sensitive spots all over you, which of those you cannot reach and that is why you come to me.”
His went lower, her breath hitched in her throat when she felt his full lips kiss closer to her breast. She felt vulnerable, but in a good way, she wanted him to see and feel how desperate she was. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “But, you can play with these lovely tits, caress them,“ He stroked the skin of her boob with his fingers. “push them together,” He used his palms to push them up together, his touch made her whine. “and you can pinch them. And the pain will make you wetter, more ready for me to love on you, bunny.” She now full on moaned when he pinched her sensitive nipples, and she really did feel her own cunt throb. He felt his mouth salivate at the innocent girl under him, he needed more, so he leaned down and started suckling on her nipples. Her hands shot up to his hair and her whines never stopped.
After a few minutes of teasing her and biting, sucking, kissing on her nipples, he finally moved lower. He spread her legs apart and took a good few moments to look at her pussy. The scent of her was filling up the room, he leaned in and buried his nose between her folds, taking a big sniff. “Oh, my darling… You are so beautiful… Such a gorgeous cunt, just waiting for me to touch. We have to treat her nicely.” His head dove down and he licked a fat stripe up her slip. Her legs around his head twitched and she let out a breathy moan, clearly not expecting his sudden move. However, she loved it!
“DADDY! Oh—- That feels so good…” she just kept on whimpering from his tongue.
He took his index finger and poked her throbbing clit with it. “Feel this? This is the spot you have to focus on the most.” She nodded but threw her head back when his fingers sped up. “It’s better when you’re wet, let me just…” his finger reached down to her entrance and painted her clit with some of her slick. The room filled up with the filthy sounds of her wet pussy. “Mmm… I can’t believe how perfect you are, and you taste so so sweet. So sweet for your daddy, bunny.” His head went back down and he continued his assault with his tongue and sinful lips.
He switched places, so now his finger was caressing her from the inside while his lips sucked her little pearl into his mouth. He brought her to the edge and stopped just before she could cum all over his face. She whined loudly and he just laughed, his clean hand reached up to squish her cheeks and make sure she really was listening. “Be patient, I will make you come all over my mouth. But, you have to promise me something.” She just nodded eagerly with a quiet “yes, daddy.”
“If we are doing this, you are going to be mine.” She turned her head to the side, not sure what he meant, wasn’t she already his? “I will teach you all you need to know. How to touch yourself, how to touch me, everything you want. I will help you prepare, so daddy can finally fuck your sweet virgin cunt. We will have so much fun together, daddy will spoil you with everything you could ever want.” Her eyes had a certain sparkle to them, she was completely in subspace, how perfect.
“Please, daddy, I want that, I really really do… Please, let me be good for you.” Her tone was showing that she was being genuine.
“Then no silly boys, no one else. This pussy is only for daddy. For him to smell, lick, touch and fuck, no one else.”
“NO ONE ELSE, DADDY! I don’t want any boys, only you. Please, please, please!” Her hands grabbed his hair, trying to bury his face into her cunt.
“Good girl.” He said proudly and went right back to work. His movements sped up and she was arching her back, moaning for him.
After a minute, she finally tipped over the edge and Cillian felt her fluid in his mouth, which caused him to moan too. What a lovely girl, squirting on his tongue. He tried to drag it out for a bit, but when it got too much she pushed his head away, panting filled up the room.
He crawled back up and let her nuzzle herself into his sweater, his strong arms swallowed up her slender form completely. “You were so good, you and I are going to be so happy together.” She nodded into his neck, she really loved when he embraced her like this, his neck was her favourite hiding spot. His skin was soft and full of freckles, and that is where his manly scent was so strong. “Now, how about… You find us a movie to watch, and I’ll order us food?” He stroked her hair, she got out of his neck to smile and nod at him excitedly. She kissed his lips and left kisses all around his face, showing how grateful she was for him and his care.
And that is all he wanted in the world, to see his bunny happy.
in which he fucks Ada's bestfriend when she is 18!
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Finally mine
warning: agegap!, Thomas lusts after her while she is underage, grooming, virginity loss, virginity kink, innocence kink, unprotected sex, Tommy being a softie, possessiveness
pairing: Thomas Shelby x Innocent!Reader
summary: ever since he came back from the war, Tommy found himself wanting his sister’s lovely and sweet best friend, too bad he has to wait until she is 18
(Y/N) was the sweetest girl in the whole of Birmingham, always polite and kind. Thomas was smitten with her from day one. She and Ada met in school, she felt sorry that Ada was always alone, because everyone told their kids to stay away from the filthy Shelby’s. So, one day she gathered the courage and sat beside the sad girl, who was very excited to finally have a friend.
It was the age of war, so everyone was always on the edge of a meltdown. And money wasn’t exactly falling from the sky. While (Y/N)’s family weren’t considered aristocrats by any chance, she never had to worry about not getting fed, or not having a warm bed to sleep in. That was something that the Shelby’s couldn’t exactly relate to, there was little money and quite a few mouths to feed. Aunt Polly tried her best to feed the hungry children at the table, but she was failing more and succeeding less. Her sister-in-law’s three big boys were away at war, but they were always talked about.
One day, the thirteen year old (Y/N) plopped down beside her best friend Ada with a full lunch box in hand. She always had lunch packed with her, but Ada never did. For a long time, she just assumed that the malnourished girl was not hungry in school. While she was munching on her apple, she heard the growl of a hungry belly and Ada turned her head down in shame. While a girl is naive at 13, (Y/N) immediately knew that her friend was hungry, and that she probably didn’t get as much food at home as she did. When Ada looked back at her, she reacted with a wide smile to the outstretched hand towards her, holding a big red apple.
For the rest of the break, they just sat under their tree, silently chewing on their apples, with a smile on both faces.
That is how Ada knew that (Y/N) was going to be her lifelong best friend. She opened up to her when they were sharing a cigarette on the edge of the forest.
“We had more money before the war, if Tommy was here he would make sure that we have food.” Ada explained.
(Y/N) just blinked at her friend. “Who’s Tommy?”
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Three years later, the girls were now sixteen and the war was finally over. Because (Y/N) herself didn’t have any brothers, or sisters, she didn’t know how many families waited for this day to come.
It was a pretty summer day, and she made her way to the Shelby household, where she was always welcomed by Aunt Polly. Except, when she walked into the house, there was only one man sitting at the table. Her breath got stuck in her throat and she blushed heavily, he was very handsome. For a moment she believed that she walked into the wrong house, but the photographs on the walls proved otherwise. He was smoking a cigarette and staring at the wall blankly, he was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even hear her come in.
Thomas just wanted a moment to himself in his childhood house before going back to the Garrison, he was not the same man anymore. Suddenly, he saw a figure in the corner of his eye. A second later, the two pairs of eyes met. His previously sad eyes lit up at the sight of her, but he tried to conceal it. She was so beautiful… Slender and weakish frame, something that made him eager to protect her. Her long and soft looking hair. And that face, oh god, that pretty face.
“H-Hi… I’m (Y/N).” She walked closer to him and stuck her hand out for him, she recognized him from the pictures, he was one of Ada’s brothers.
He heard about her, Aunt Pol always told him what was happening on Watery Lane in the letters she sent to Tommy. She had mentioned Ada’s lovely friend, multiple times. She told him that the girl was pretty, very kind, and that she went with her to church on Sundays when no one else wanted to, just so Polly didn’t have to go alone.
Tommy smiled at her, and she felt herself get lost in those bright blue gems of eyes. Instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips and planted a little kiss on it. Her hand was soft and warm, it was a while since he felt the touch of a gentle female. He smiled when she blushed more at his kiss. “Thomas Shelby.”
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From that day on, Miss (Y/L/N) was under the protection of the Peaky Blinders. Thomas always had one of his men following her and Ada to school, and then back home. It killed him knowing that he couldn’t touch her, make her his, not yet anyway. That would have been immoral and awful, and he knew that aunt Pol would have broken his hand in two and cut off his cock. That didn’t mean he hadn’t spent too many night fucking his fist to the thought of her. Everyone in the Shelby clan could see how soft he was towards her, always making sure that she stays out of the bad things, and whenever she came over and he was working, his eyes basically formed into hearts and followed her everywhere. The family loved her, she enjoyed baking and she always made sure that at least once a week she turned up to the office with home-baked treats. Those kinds of sweet treats calmed everyone down, business was blooming after all.
Ever since Tommy came back from the war, he only let himself be pleasured by whores, the one girl he wanted was the one he had to wait for. He always hired prostitutes that resembled her even the slightest bit. He imagined that he was burying himself inside her wet and warm walls, he overheard her and Ada and he was very well aware that she was untouched, a sweet little virgin. In Small Heath, the girls started sleeping around in their teens, but she, at 17, didn’t care about the boys her age. She wanted a certain gangster, who was nearing his thirties.
He didn’t even claim her yet, but wherever she walked, everyone knew she was Tommy Shelby’s girl. He sent her gifts, and always a handwritten note. Her heart never failed to warm up when she saw the little T.S on the bottom of the cards. Flowers, chocolates, exotic spices that she could put in her sweet treats, jewellery, dresses, everything a 17 year old girl loves. She was spoiled by him. When she wore one of the dresses that he got for her, she always sent him a shy smile and a little nod.
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Tomorrow was going to be the day when she would finally become 18 years old, a young lady. She felt so antsy getting to bed, knowing that she would wake up as an adult. She also deeply hoped that Tommy would do something, after 2 years of gifts, protection and lustful gazes from distance. It was safe to say that her standards were very much heightened.
When she woke up, she noticed a big box on the chair of her vanity, tied up in one of those big ribbons. Her mother must have brought it up for her, as she always did when her daughter’s name was on the box, written by the familiar handwriting.
She was smiling widely when she opened the box up, it had a beautiful silky dress and a gold locket necklace. She marvelled at the divine fabric, but quickly blushed when she looked into the box again. There was a set of white lingerie and a note.
Tonight, I’ll send a car to pick you up at 7pm, be ready.
~T.S
She melted at that, and she felt her lower tummy warm up. This evening, she will finally be claimed.
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By the time 7pm rolled around, she did everything she could to make herself look pretty for him. She took a long hot bath, made sure she smelled good everywhere. She washed her hair and tied up half of it with a bow. She put lotion all over herself, sprayed herself with perfume and put the lovely dress on. Sitting in her vanity, she put on some makeup. She felt beautiful.
She got her light coat on, along with kitten heels and she was waiting for his car to come. When it did, she sat in the backseat and greeted the driver.
She got driven to Arrow house, which she only heard about before. It was so huge, and overwhelming, but very nice.
A maid took her coat and escorted her to the dining roomom. Just like the rest of the house, it was quite big, both the room itself and the table. It was decorated elegantly, the candlelight flooded the room. Just as she stepped in, Thomas walked in the room on the other door. He looked so handsome as always, with his muscular frame and his tailored suit.
His heart nearly jumped out of his chest, she looked like an angel, and she was standing in his house, wearing his gift. The maid left, now there were only two of them in the room, he walked up to her. With a gentle hand on her waist, he pulled her closer so he could plant a kiss on her cheek and whisper in her ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” He got even closer, her head was spinning with him so close, his masculine scent sent her hormones into overdrive. “I hope the dress isn’t the only gift of mine on you.”
He felt his dick twitch when she looked up at him like that, a gentle glint in her eyes. She shaked her head, too lost in his eyes to answer with words. To shake her out of her trance, he guided her to her seat, with his hand still on her slender waist.
He sat next to her, the maids kept on serving the finest of foods. Thomas also brought out a bottle of red wine. Both of them were surprised how easy it was for them to talk. They talked and ate, and Tommy even found himself laughing. He also found out how innocent she was, she wasn’t stupid, just inexperienced, and he was more than happy to give her experience. She also had a big heart, and a gentle soul, she was everything he needed.
While everyone in Small Heath tried to warn her about Thomas Shelby, she never understood why. He was just trying to protect his family and give them a chance at a better life, he was also an absolute softie for her. She could see that he had a lot of love to give, he enjoyed being the leader and defeating other gang leaders, but he must have been craving someone who could take care of him for once, she knew that she wanted to be that person.
When they finished dessert, he pulled her chair closer to his and cradled one of her blushing cheek into his palm.
“Are you aware of my intentions towards you?” He asked in a serious tone, she knew that he wasn’t fooling around. Now or never. She nodded as much as she could with the gentle hold on her face, but he wasn’t having it. “Answer me with words, I want to see if you really want this.” She felt dizzy by hearing his dominating tone.
“Yes, I know your intentions with me.” She replied shyly.
“What are they?” His fingers started to move her hair out of her face, caressing her in the process.
“Y-You want to make me yours.” She spoke lowly, it was hard to speak when he was looking at her as if he was seconds away from ravaging her.
“Yes, and do you want that, (Y/N)? Do you want me to make you mine?” He was even closer now, he whispered seductively in her ear, his full lips were nearly touching the shell of her ear. “Just say the word, sweetheart, and I will give you everything you crave. Please, let me give you the world.” Thomas Shelby barely used the word ‘please’, but he was nearly begging for her. She almost giggled, as if she really needed much convincing.
“I want it, I want it so bad, Tommy…” She was getting impatient, and he saw it on her.
“Shh, sweetheart… Don’t let your pretty head worry, I’m going to take care of you so nicely.” He stood up and stuck his hand out for her to take. “Come.”
He walked with her to his bedroom, she was walking behind him so she couldn’t see the wicked grin on his lips. When they stepped in the door, he just kept on walking, which caused her to walk backwards, until her knees hit the bed and she had fallen down on it.
He didn’t waste a second and crawled on top of her, his lips slowly finding hers. Their kiss started out slow, he guided her lips with his own. After a few minutes, noticing that she was starting to become more and more confident, he slipped his tongue into her open mouth. His hand wandered to her back, where the zipper was, his head pulled away so he could ask for silent permission. Once he got it, he helped her sit up and he removed the dress. Sitting back on his heels, he admired the sight in front of him, her young body was just begging to be ruined. She was wearing the lace, she looked exactly like an angel. His lips glued themselves to her neck and they sucked and bit, her noises were proof that she was enjoying his touch. He made sure to really mark her up, she wasn’t going to leave his mansion for a while, he needed his time with his new prize. She bit down on her lips to hide her moans, something he growled at.
“Don’t you dare. I want to hear you, don’t hold back, sweetheart.”
He went down to her breasts, he also reached under her arched back and unclasped her bra. She tried to cover herself, but he was having none of it. He slowly unpeeled her arms from her chest and kissed all around her breasts. “How beautiful! Such a nice pair of tits you have, the best I’ve seen.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth and she mewled loudly, she didn’t expect to feel so aroused while getting her nipples sucked at. He made sure that he gave both of her tits the same treatment before going lower.
Before he could do more, he stood up to remove his shirt and pants, her presence was making him hotter by the minute. He hooked his fingers into her panties and his cock nearly tore his underwear when he saw how the crotch was stuck to her entrance. She was already so ready for him. He yanked harder and they finally parted, he brought her panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Mhm, so sweet… But, I think I need to feel this from the source.” Tommy dropped to his knees in front of her spread legs, her mind was making her doubt herself. What if she looked ugly down there? What if it smelled or tasted b—
“OH— Tommy!” She moaned loudly when his tongue licked a long stripe up her slit. He just chuckled into her pussy darkly, then he moved on to her pleasure. His mouth was sucking her throbbing clit, his fingers slowly circled her entrance, teasing her.
“Fuck… Your cunt tastes divine, and it’s only for my mouth to taste.” It wasn’t even a question. She was unable to form a coherent sentence, she could only moan and thrash on his tongue. He took one finger and he slowly eased it into her, she was so wet that it slipped right into her, he didn’t hesitate to add another one. “You’re going so good, I cannot wait to feel this tight virgin pussy on my cock.” He curled his fingers and rubbed them right into her spongy spot, her fingers grabbed his hair and tried to push his face more into her heat. He felt her clenching more and more, so he sped up his movements and grinned proudly when she came undone with a whiny moan and a desperate call of his name.
He kissed his way back up to her heaving chest and looked up at her flushed face. He talked her through it, until her breathing evened out again. He slowly slipped his underwear off, his back straightened out for her to see his big cock. It was veiny and thick and it made her nervous. He kept her legs spread, while he kneeled between them, one of his hand smoothing her face and the other one gripped himself at his base. “Want to give a little touch? Don’t be scared, I’m going to make this very pleasurable for you, my sweet girl.” He hissed when her fingertips made contact with his dripping tip, he was so pent up and her soft touch nearly made him blow his load all over her juicy tits, but he had to stay patient. “Are you ready? Ready to become mine?”
“Yes, Tommy, please, I want to feel you. I-I waited for you.” This caused him to grin and give her a deep kiss.
“I know you did, little one.” He positioned himself at her entrance and he slowly began pushing in, he felt a bit of resistance, but with a sharp thrust, he managed to break through it. He wrapped her up in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into her ear soothingly. “I know, I know. It will feel better in a minute, your pussy just has to adjust to my cock. Relax.” It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it still did, the girls in her class made it sound worse, or maybe their boyfriends didn’t take the time to prep them properly. That made her so proud, her Tommy made sure she was ready. She tried her best to relax her muscles and she felt the pain lessen. She planted a shy kiss on Tommy’s neck at which he chuckled at. “Good girl. You’re mine now, only mine.” He slowly began moving in and out of her.
Her walls gripped on him like a vice, he didn’t need any whores anymore, he had her now. His hands lifted her hips up a bit, so his cock was hitting her spot at every thrust. He went more and more faster, his fingers also began rubbing on her swollen clitoris.
“AH— Tommy, I’m going to—do that thing again.” His innocent little girl, so good for him.
“Good… I can feel you squeeze me, come on, sweet girl, come for me. Come on my cock. Let me fill you up. Let me make you mine.” With a shout of his name and a cry, she came around him. When he felt her walls pulsing around him, he let go too. His warm cum painted her walls, and it was such a delicious sensation. He stayed inside her for a few minutes, both of them trying to catch their breaths.
When he pulled out, he sat back so he could watch his cum leak out of her spent hole. He looked down proudly at his softening cock, which had some of her blood on it. Shit, he really filled her up with his load, there was so much of it. And the whiteness of him and the dark crimson of her virginity made such a lovely contrast together.
He took a rag from his bedside table and cleaned her up, making sure that he was gentle with her, the girl just got fucked and she was sensitive both physically and mentally, he had to be gentle.
After he made sure they were both clean, he once again brought her into his embrace. He smiled at her lovingly, which caused her to do the same. Her hair was all puffy from his touch, but he loved it.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He cradled her cheek, and caressed her under eye area with his fingertip.
“I’m good, I feel a bit sore, but it’s okay.” She nuzzled into his neck and left little kisses. “I’m so happy to be here with you.”
He smiled in a way he didn’t for a long time, and he felt his heartbeat quicken. He wanted to give the world to the girl in his arms, and he felt the primal urge to protect her and keep her away from all the bad. “Me too. I’m happy to know that you’re finally mine.”
dom!stepdad!cillian with sub!stepdaughter!reader who punishes her for sneaking out to go to a party
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Bad, bad bunny
warning: minors dni! stepcest, dom!sub themes, mentions of cheating, power play, daddy kink, age gap, dub-con (but not really? reader is into it), dumbificaton, Cillian only starts lusting after her once she turns 18!
pairing: dom!stepfather Cillian Murphy x sub!stepdaughter Reader
summary: Y/N sneaks out for a party, and her stepfather, Cillian, makes sure it never happens again
She was always such a good girl. Always obedient, always listening to him without talking back. Maybe that’s why he felt so drawn to her.
Her mother, Mrs.(Y/L/N), and Cillian married when (Y/N) was only 14, just a clueless girl back then. Everything was lovely in the beginning, her mother acted nice and lovey dovey until he married her. Cillian regretted it the second he slid the ring onto her finger, when he saw that certain look in her eyes. But, at least it made Cillian promise something to himself, he will keep little (Y/N) safe and innocent. He won’t let her become the spiteful whore her mother was. He knew she was cheating on him and their marriage, going out late in the night, taking advantage of the fact that he was working so much. There were times when she was out for days, and then she eventually stopped coming home, she sneaked in when her husband and her daughter were asleep, took her stuff and fled right out of their lives.
Cillian was more relieved than anything. He filed in for a divorce and also filed for custody, he wasn’t going to leave the poor 15 year old girl on her own. He moved them away, bought a beautiful house in Dublin. It had a big garden, a pool, even a personal library. He loved seeing that look in his stepdaughter’s eyes, when her big eyes sparkled with adoration.
He made sure to spoil her, give her anything she asked for. Thankfully, she never became a brat, she was always so grateful for him and the pretty things she enjoyed.
As the years went by, Cillian watched the girl grow into a gorgeous little thing. He noticed how she started filling in her clothes, how they became tighter on her body, and it excited him. He always found her beautiful, but in a way a father would find his child beautiful. Now, he felt arousal pool in his stomach when he looked at her, his lovely bunny. When he watched her swim around the pool, while he was making dinner for them, he would really see how her body evolved. Perky breasts nearly spilling out of her white bikini, her nipples would harden up from the water and they poked through the light fabric. Her hips widened, he found himself wanting to grip on them as well as on her round butt.
He loved the girlish style she developed, her wardrobe contained lots of pink, lace and silk. It brought a sense of pride knowing that it was all bought with his money, her clothes, her room, basically anything she touched. She was all his. She cared for him as much as he cared for her, such a sweet girl. She did well in school, she always ran into his arms with a giggle when she got her usual good marks.
Everything was perfect. Her 19th birthday went by and he found himself more attracted to her than ever. One night, he was on his way to give her usual good night kiss, but he was confused when he opened the door to an empty room. He was sure she would be sleeping already, given the fact that he stayed up quite late tonight. Her bed was made, her pyjamas folded up beside her pillow. She wasn’t in her bathroom, however he could smell her perfume.
His body filled with rage when he noticed her window open. She sneaked out, his dear bunny sneaked out. For good knows what. He sat on her bed in disbelief, he was very angry with her. Until, he looked sideway, he saw an pair of her panties, hanging from the side. He squatted beside it and snatched the used lace. Back on her bed, he thumbed the area where her intimate parts rested against, he felt the sticky substance. He felt his cock stir in his underwear when he felt her sweet scent fill up the room. That is when the idea hit him, and a wicked smirk fell upon his lips. He would make sure that his little bunny never disobeys him again.
He waited her for her to come home, he sat on her vanity chair with the lights turned off. It wasn’t even an hour before he heard her noises outside, he smirked proudly. He saw her sneak in the window again and he waited for her to turn her lights on and he spoke up when she did.
“Did you enjoy yourself, bunny?” He stood up and made his way to her. Her eyes were wide and her lips were open. He couldn’t deny, she looked stunning. Her pink dress hugged her figure, her soft hair adorned a matching pink ribbon, as it always did. He couldn’t stop thinking about what was under her dress.
“I-I…”
“Sit down on the bed, and explain what you were doing.” She did as she was told, with her gaze planted on her lap.
“I was going to a party. I’m sorry.” He felt his anger rise within him again.
“Look at me.” He said sternly. He was glad to know that she was ashamed and that she felt bad for playing him like that. “Was it worth it?”
“No… I know I shouldn’t have. I just…” Tears began to form in her eyes. He came closer and stood infront of her, making her look up at him with those pretty doe eyes. He signalled her to continue. “I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. But I didn’t like it! All I could think about was how much better it would be if I was here with you, I was only there for half an hour.” His eyes softened at this, his sweet girl was so eager to come back home to him, he caressed her soft cheek with one hand.
“Did you drink?” She shook her head. “Did you take anything from anyone?” She did it again, then he questioned what he feared the most. “Did you do anything with boys?” He was relieved when yet again, she motioned ‘no’ with her head. “Good.”
He felt her nuzzle her cheek into his palm, but suddenly he gripped her face harshly. “Your actions have consequences. You need to be punished, so in the future you will behave like the good girl I know you are.” He pulled her up by her hair and his dick throbbed when she whined. He left her standing there dumbly, while he took a seat on her bed. “Strip.”
Her eyes widened, she had some mascara marks at her waterline already, she will be a mess by the time he is finished with her.
“W-What?”
“Dumb little girl. Strip for daddy, show him what you have under the dress he bought for his little princess.” The word ‘daddy’ seemed to have woken something in her, her eyes got a desperate look in them and she started to follow his orders.
She let the dress fall off her frame, now she stood in front of him in lingerie. He knew she was innocent, he always made sure to shoo the boys away from her. She bought lacy underwear simply because she found it pretty, he did too, but only on her. How he wanted to mark up her untouched skin. Touch it, kiss it, suck it, bruise it.
He motioned her to come over with two fingers. When she stopped in front of him, he made sure to take a moment and be delicate with her. He let his hands wander across her hips and waist, a shiver ran up her spine at his warm touch. “Across my lap, bunny.”
She kneeled beside his thighs, but he grabbed her hair tightly when she was about to lay down. Instead of a whine, she let out a moan, she felt the pain transform into arousal and go right to her cunt. He pulled her face close to his, the slut in his arms closed her eyes and sighed at the scent of his cologne, he smelled like… a man, her man. His scent mingled with her sweet one in the air, the perfect mix of two opposites. He whispered into her ear. “I expect to be answered. And I expect you to be thankful that your daddy is trying so hard to keep you in line, little doe.”
“Yes, daddy, I’m sorry. Thank you for being so good to me.” With the hand that wasn’t used to hold herself up, she caressed his neck and smiled in a sweet manner.
“Good girl.” He helped her get comfortable across his lap, and continued caressing her skin. He kneaded her round ass and gave it a light slap to test the waters. He knew she could feel his erection against her tummy, he wanted her to know how much he desired her. The ribbon was slipped out of her hair and around her wrist. “You will count for me, and thank me for every spank.”
She wasn’t expecting the harsh slap that he did across her ass, she moaned loudly and somehow whimpered out. “One, thank you, daddy.”
He kept striking the red skin of her ass, every spank more painful than the other. She stopped counting, she just let her face mush against her floral sheet and she whimpered. Tears mixed with mascara were running down her cheeks, and there was a little pool of drool on the fabric, where her mouth was dropped open.
Despite her behaviour, he felt the heat against his palm radiating from her warm pussy. He suddenly stopped, her whiny sounds were filling up the room. “Did you learn your lesson, bunny?” She just nodded into the sheet, so he gripped the reddest area of her butt, hard. “Pardon? I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, daddy! I learned my lesson. I won’t do it again, I won’t do anything bad again. I’m sorry.” She looked back at him with a pleading look in her teary eyes. God, he thought she looked absolutely beautiful, so messy and fucked out. He couldn’t wait to see her like that on his cock, but he will have to wait for that, she deserved to be treated gently.
“Good girl. My good little bunny.” He undid the ribbon around her wrists and spun her around in his arms. She hissed when her butt touched his thigh but relaxed the second he wrapped her in his arms. “There, there. You did so good, little doe, you deserve a treat now.”
He slowly slipped his hand down to her cunt, and clicked his tongue when he felt her wetness. He massaged her entrance for a hot second before bringing her slick up to her little nub. “Eager, are we?” She was whining when his fingers started to do little circles on her clit. Her pretty face was hidden in his neck and her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair. Her leg twitched when he sped up his movements.
“Oh- Daddy!”
“I know, little one.” She came on his finger with a whiny moan and then relaxed in his arms. He saw how she was sleepy and exhausted. He stood up, carrying her in bridal style and he made his way to her bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up for bed. Daddy loves you so much, bunny, he just wants to keep you safe.” He whispered
She gave him one of her sweet smiles and she snuggled more into him.
