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[missymurphy1985]

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[queenshelby]

The Client (Part One)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 4,984

Warning: Domestic Abuse, Violence, Miscarriage, Smut

INTRO

In this Fic, Cillian is a 38-year old lawyer. About twenty years ago, he moved from Cork to London to attend law school there, leaving behind his friends and family. But one person he didn’t loose touch with and this was his best friend Dermot who was also your older brother.

Dermont married and then divorced a woman from Manchester with whom he had three children. He was now also living in London, having sole custody of his three daughters. He owns a small pub not too far from Cillian’s house and, after your parents both passed away, you lost touch with him and the rest of your family.

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[missymurphy1985]

This is brilliant - the drama and tension already!!

Love it, can't wait for more!!!

[missymurphy1985]

It's been a while hasn't it?

First off... Let me apologise. I'm sorry I disappeared and didn't say anything. I'm sorry I just up and left. There's no excuses, just a simple, humble apology.

I left all forms of social media. Everything. Facebook, Instagram, this.. everything. I needed time to recharge and refocus. Time to spend with my family and friends. Just time, I guess.

So now that apology is over... I have another.

I won't be writing anymore...

There's nothing wrong - I just don't have the time to spend on it like I used to. I got a promotion at work, and it's long ass hours... Plus my family... It just isn't a priority for me and I kinda lost my enjoyment for it. That's a shitty thing to say, I know, but it's all I have.

I'm still gonna be kicking around now and again, supporting my fellow writers and catching up on the stories I've missed over the last few months - I just won't be posting my own going forwards unfortunately.

I tend to do this. It's nothing new. Something will grip me, excite me for a while, then it goes and something else takes its place. It's just the way my brain works I guess.

So there we are. Nothing bad has happened, I just had a break for my own mental health (I was starting to get a bit overwhelmed with the online world...) - no one upset me, or offended me.. and I hope I didn't do that to you with my sudden departure... If I did? I'm truly, truly sorry.

Lots of love xx

[missymurphy1985]

The Reunion (Cillian Murphy X fem!Reader)

Warning - smut / relationship breakup

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos

Requested? Yes @milfodyssey I hope this is okay!!

Walking into the your brother's apartment, you heard chatting and laughter coming from the living room. Carrying the dry cleaning you offered to pick up on your way home from the office and was meant to drop off the day before but you forgot, you hung it on the coat hook in the hallway and sighed. You recognised that voice in the room with your brother. A voice you hadn't heard for 2 years, 6 months and 15 days. Not that you were counting since the day he absolutely destroyed your heart, along with your faith in men at the same time, but still.

You didn't blame Jamie for having Cillian round - he had known Cillian for years, a firm friendship being established after filming Anthropoid three years earlier. He'd been blissfully unaware of your blossoming relationship at the time, you and Cillian hadn't taken things further than a few months. He'd obviously remained friends with him. Which wasn't an issue, as long as you never had to see him. With how much he worked just lately, that wasn't an issue either.

Quickly turning around so as not to disturb them, hoping to make a quick exit, you opened the front door.

"Y/n?" Shit. You took a deep breath and turned back.

"Cillian, hey," you smiled. A fake smile, hiding the true feelings you held for him. Not that you could pinpoint exactly what those feelings were these days, they seemed to vary so much depending on what mood you were in. Or whether you'd seen his picture in a magazine or not.

"Long time no see.." he nodded, slightly awkwardly. He felt awkward? How about the girl he ditched because his career might take a knock if he was seen with a younger girl? The man who dropped you like a hot coal rather than admit he had feelings for you?

"Yeah. Who's fault is that?" You snapped, not thinking. He raised his eyebrows and looked to the floor.

"Touche."

"See you around." You left the apartment, got in your car and drove away. Heart pounding in your chest, hot tears pricking your eyes. You'd never gotten over him, you'd never forgotten him. It was like you'd gone back in time and all those feelings were rushing back to the surface.

He looked good.

He looked well.

He looked happy.

Fuck.

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You spent the evening drowning your sorrows with a bottle of red wine and reruns of Friends to try and cheer you up. But the only thing you could focus on was the relationship between Monica and Chandler - the sneaking around they did to stop their friends finding out reminded you of your time with Cillian. You were fresh out of university when you met and started seeing each other, just 23 years old to his 38. The age gap never bothered you, and at the beginning it never bothered him either. But after five months, and after he told you he was falling for you, he ended it. Said he couldn't be with you, you were too young to settle down, too young to dismiss having children - he made it clear he didn't want any more, he had his boys. He couldn't ruin your chance of having a family of your own. You saw straight through him, especially when a few months later he hooked up with a 30year old woman from his hometown and had a baby with her a year later. Their relationship didn't last, and Jamie had mentioned how the baby wasn't planned, but that didn't stop your heart breaking when you found out.

That's why he was home, you thought. It was his baby daughter's first birthday last week. His ex lived in Dublin, near to where you and Jamie were brought up and still lived. Cillian lived in London.

Your phone pinged with a Facebook message the following morning. Rolling over in bed, your head feeling heavy, you sat up and read the message.

"Can we talk? It's Cill." From someone called Malachy Murphy. Wasn't that his oldest son?

"About what?" You replied.

"Catch up over coffee maybe?"

You felt sick. Nervous. Was that a touch of excitement too? No. Push that shit down. Way down..

Against your better judgement, you found yourself opening your door to him that afternoon. You agreed to one coffee. Let him have his say, and then you'd let him have YOUR say after. Then he could leave.

Sitting at your kitchen table with him felt weird. The sheer volume of emotions running through you was engulfing every sense in your body.

He looked good.

He smelled good.

Your skin tingled.

He smelt good.

Your heart pounded.

Your mouth felt dry.

"I wanted to apologise." He said, after taking a sip of his coffee. His eyes never left yours, looking for some kind of reaction. Retribution maybe. You weren't going to give it to him that easily.

"Took you three years to say that."

"I know. And I know I don't deserve your forgiveness either. But will you let me explain?"

You took a deep breath and nodded, allowing him to continue. Trying to stop your leg from tapping under the table.

"My ex wife, the boy's mother. She found out I was seeing you. I don't know how, but she knew. The boys were still so young... She wasn't happy. She's older than me, only by a few years, but it was always an issue for her. She was convinced when we divorced I'd become one of those Hollywood stars who ends up with a younger model. Ridiculous really. Age has never been a thing for me. Anyway... When she found out she threatened to go to the press. Make up some bullshit story about our marriage being abusive. Claim I was a drunk, controlling, oh she was going to go all out with it. I'd lose my boys, y/n."

"Cillian.. Jesus.. why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it wasn't your burden to bear, it was mine. If she was going to tarnish me, I couldn't let it affect you too. I've dealt with her now, it's all fine, there's a court order in place if she tries to pull any shit like that again. Plus, she's remarried. A younger man - the irony huh?"

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying.. I'm saying I miss you."

"You fucking what?" You nearly spat your coffee at him. In fact you nearly threw the cup at him. The actual fuck?

"I miss you. I don't deserve this -"

"You're damn right you don't!"

"Okay, look, I get it. You're angry with me, I fucked it all up, and that's okay. But I couldn't fly back to London tomorrow and not tell you."

"So this is all to make your conscience feel better, yeah? Well there you go - you've done what you came to do. Now you can leave."

He nodded. Downing the last of his coffee he stood up, placing his mug on the drainer. You didn't stand. You didn't think your legs would work if you did.

"I'm sorry, y/n."

"Because I didn't fall at your feet like every other woman out there? Because you left me because you didn't want commitment? Because you left me to have a baby with someone else?"

"Emma wasn't planned y/n, that isn't fair?! Don't bring my daughter into this, please?"

"Just go, Cill, there's nothing more to say to each other. You carry on with your perfect life and I'll carry on with mine."

"Tell me you haven't thought of me once since I left."

"Cillian..."

"Tell me, and I'll go. I'll walk out right now and I won't come back."

Your heart pounding in your chest, your gaze focussed entirely on a small chip you'd just found in your mug, your nails picking at it like the meaning of life was hiding under it somewhere. Or at least the answer to the question he'd just asked you.

You saw him move out of the corner of you eye. He was leaving. Could you be strong enough to let him go again? Could you allow him to leave? Could you forgive him for putting his children first...

"I miss you too." You heard the front door click closed and burst into tears. He'd gone. You were too late.

Suddenly, strong arms spun the high stool you were sat on and there he was. He hadn't left. He was still here. And he had heard you.

His fingers brushed your cheek, wiping the tears away, and your eyes met. Those ocean blue eyes that would one day be the death of you.

"I miss you too," you said again, and he smiled.

"I miss your eyes. I miss your smile." You felt your resolve weakening.

"I'm not interested in being messed around, Cillian. If you want me, we do this properly. No sneaking around, no hiding?'

"I've already told Jamie. He was pissed, but only because I hurt you. He had to pick up the pieces of my mess, albeit he didn't know it was my mess at the time."

"I'm surprised he hasn't called me."

"I asked him not to. Told him I wanted to talk to you first. I told him last night after I saw you. Kinda had a bit of a breakdown."

"You did?"

"It was Jamie who convinced me to come here. Told me how you'd never truly let go of the mystery man who broke your heart three years ago, you hadn't been the same since. I thought you hated me?"

"I could never hate you enough to stop loving you." You choked, realising what you just said. His hands on your waist now as he'd found himself slotted between your legs.

"You love me?"

"Always have."

"Oh well that changes things completely..." He backed away, a sly smirk on his face.

You smirked back, jumping off the chair as he backed against the wall, trying to keep a straight face.

"I mean this is all so sudden, and quick, I'm not sure I can handle this level of commitment y/n..." You rolled your eyes at his little show, pulling his t-shirt to move him closer to you, flipping the two of you round so he had you backed up to the wall instead. His body now pinned to yours, your eyes locked.

"I've missed your lips," he leaned down and brushed his against yours, tantalisingly slow.

"I've missed your body on mine." You gasped.

"I've missed my body in yours." You swatted him playfully and he lifted you up, carrying you through the hall.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asked, kicking open random doors.

"Upstairs..." You groaned, between kisses. He effortlessly carried you up the stairs like you weighed nothing, kicking open the door you pointed to and dropping you onto the bed. Pulling the unmade duvet away, he shook his head.

"I'd have made the bed at some point!" You laughed as he rolled his eyes.

"Any chance you could focus more on making it up to me than my messy bedroom?" You asked, opening your legs. He groaned at the sight of you ready and waiting for him, before lowering himself down and pressing his body flush against yours.

"You feel that?" He pushed his hips against your core, his hard length pressing into you as he grinded against you.

"Feel what?" you grinned, gasping a little as he brushed against your clit. He lifted up a little.

"Smart mouths get nothing..."

"Oh please, like you're leaving here without." He grinned, nodding his head in defeat. You had a point. You had him, and he knew it.

"Tell me you love me?" He smiled, his nose brushing yours.

"I already did. Your turn."

His eyes locked on yours, suddenly his face changed. More intensity in his blue eyes than you'd ever seen before.

"I love you." The most sincere, genuine sentence you'd ever heard. He meant it. You could see it so clearly in his eyes.

"Then show me."

Your jeans and underwear were pulled from your legs in one fluid movement, your phone ringing interrupting you before his mouth made contact with your inner thighs. Your ringtone indicated it was Jamie calling - and you quickly cancelled it with a 'Busy now, call you later' autotext. Switching it off, Cillian grinned at you.

"He's gonna kill me," he laughed.

"He'll be killing a ghost if you don't do something about this, Murphy." You lifted your hips up to him, the sight of you completely open making him lick his lips.

"You want my tongue to make you scream? Let the neighbours know exactly who's making you feel good?"

He traced a finger over your slit, a shiver running down your spine. Lifting yourself on your elbows to watch him as he clamped down on you. His tongue working against your clit.

"Fuck yes, that's it," your hips rolling against his face, your hand in his hair, gripping at the strands.

"Still tastes good..." He whispered between licks and sucks, your juices flowing onto his chin. The slight stubble rubbing against your flesh, adding to the sensations. Mental note - don't let him shave any time soon...

You wanted to cum, but not without him inside you. It had been too long, you needed him.

"I need you, inside me..."

"Needy much?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

Crawling up your body, his jeans were quickly discarded.

He pulled you up from the bed, and pinned you against the wall. He had a good memory...

Lifting your body up, wrapping your legs around his waist, he entered you easily. Like two jigsaw pieces slotting together. A deep groan leaving both of you at the reunion of your bodies.

"That's deep, so fucking deep," he gasped as he began to thrust up into you. You tried to meet his thrusts, but he'd pinned you tight.

"Feels so good, right there!" His cock hitting your sweet spot with expert precision,

"Still so tight y/n," he groaned, and you felt his cock swell and throb inside you.

Pulling you away from the wall, he remained inside you as he carried you over to the bed, angling himself to hit that spot like he'd memorised exactly where it was.

Watching your body writhe under him, his eyes casting over your body as he thrust into you with long powerful strokes.

"Don't fucking stop, please don't stop," you begged, feeling that familiar feeling in your abdomen - that hot coil twisting around, so close to snapping you could almost taste it. Gripping onto the bed sheet and the pillow, you came over him, a pulsing, white hot release that took your breath away in a way only he was able to do.

"Keep cumming, so fucking hot," each word delivered with a deep thrust, pounding you like a jack hammer now as he sought his own relief.

"Cum for me Cill, deep in me, fill me up," you gasped. He was so deep he could feel the wires from the coil inside you, and his eyes scrunched closed as he felt his balls tightening.

He brought your hand down between you, your fingers stroking over your clit.

"Want to feel you cum on my cock one more time," he panted, watching you touch yourself. The dual stimulation on your clit and g spot sending you spiralling quickly.

Within minutes you were crying out his name, back arching off the bed as a second orgasm flew through you.

He gave a deep grunt as his cock lined your walls, a warm feeling flowing through your pussy as he emptied his load into you, his hand gripped onto your breast, kneading the flesh as he felt the last spurts leave his body. Collapsing onto you, both of you breathless, his head resting on your chest.

"I'm not letting you go again," his words making your heart swell.

"You better mean it this time..."

"I swear it. I'm miserable without you. I'm nothing without you." He lifted his head to rest it against yours, kissing your lips gently.

"Then I suppose I'll let you stay."

"You suppose?!" You nodded, giggling. Cillian's phone ringing broke the moment, and Jamie's name flashed on the screen as he answered it. His cock still inside you, giving you a little thrust as he spoke to him. He was hardening again.

"Yeah we're good. We talked... No she's okay. Told her what happened with Danielle and the boys... No man, we're still.. erm.. we're still talking." He chuckled a little and you heard your brother swearing in the background.

"Yeah I'll call you when we're done erm.. talking..." You could still hear Jamie shouting before he hung up.

"You are fucking terrible, you know that??" You laughed, equally horrified and amused.

Cillian simply shrugged and moved his hips, his hard length moving inside you again.

"I'm so terrible, I'm going to make you scream so loud even the neighbours know my name."

[look-at-the-soul]

Missing your stories these days, so I went to re-read this, one of the first ones I found while still from the anon world 😊

Loved their reunion and they worked things out 💕

[missymurphy1985]

Thank you so much.. I'll be back soon. Some medical issues clouding my creativity just lately but I've not abandoned my blog.

Just taking a bit of time out for a while 💜

[missymurphy1985]

One Shot Smut Challenge

Yes, Minister - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader - Part Three

Warning - office sex / breeding kink / daddy kink / Dom Tommy

Important to mention that Thomas has no children in this fic... Yet.

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul

For the last six weeks, you'd become Mr Shelby's personal plaything. A more than willing, perfectly submissive plaything, waiting for his seed to breed you. You were married a week after he'd 'proposed' - he even asked your father for your hand, which had been granted happily. They had no idea you had been fucking Thomas for weeks already and you knew he didn't really love you. He simply wanted an heir for his empire, you were just the vessel to deliver it to him.

Two weeks ago, however, you disappointed him with the arrival of your menses. As unhappy as he was, his resolve didn't falter. He was determined as ever to succeed in his plan, and even though you no longer worked as his secretary, you found yourself back in his office as instructed that morning.

With your dress hitched over your waist, underwear removed, bent over his desk waiting for him to return from his chambers. His new secretary in your former office the other side of the closed door, and you just hoped and prayed she didn't come through it...

Regardless of how his treatment of you seemed, you had seen a softer side to him in the five short weeks you'd been Mrs Shelby. You expected for him to put you in a separate bedroom, yet you shared his every night. And after he'd had his way with you, he would hold you close and stroke your hair, kissing your lips tenderly. He was always gone by the time you woke in the morning, even on weekends, yet he'd leave a single red rose, picked from the garden, on his pillow for when you woke up. Instructions for the maids to bring you breakfast in bed each morning. When he was home, you caught him watching you as you sewed in the large bay window of the living room. When you spoke of old songs you used to like as a child, you'd find the song playing on the gramaphone days later. He always brushed it off as coincidence, but you were sure he listened. Like he wanted to please you.

Which is why the arrival of your monthly cycle hurt so much. You wanted to carry his child. The thought of it made your heart soar, your chest burn with an intense need.

The door suddenly opened and closed, your head snapped around, relieved to see your husband stood behind you, sliding his hands over your naked behind - poised and ready for him.

"Such an obedient little one, aren't you?" He smiled, his fingers teasing over the skin lightly as he placed his briefcase on the desk next to you and pressed his groin against your backside, his firm erection making you gasp.

"Always, Thomas..."

"Now now, that's not what we agreed you'd call me, is it?"

"No... Daddy..."

"Not so obedient it seems," he smirked, giving your backside a smack before dipping his fingers into your folds. Grinning as he found you already wet, his thick digits sliding in easily. He pulled them out, covered in your juices, and found your clit, circling the small bud exactly how he'd discovered you liked it. His other hand moved to your face, stroking your cheeks as you writhed against his probing fingers. Your mouth hung open, and took two of his fingers inside. He had you hanging on two fingers each end, all four of them driving you crazy.

"Such a good girl, but you addressed me incorrectly didn't you little one?"

You nodded as best you could with his fingers in your mouth. You felt your orgasm building as he stroked over your clit faster and harder, your hips gyrating round and round, desperate for your release. It was there.. so close..

And he pulled his hand away. Your eyes flitted to his, a dark burning, intensity to his usual ocean blue eyes. He bent down, his face inches from yours as he removed his fingers from your mouth, moving them to your loose hair on top of your head, tugging it.

"You cum when I let you, little one. Consider it a consequence of your disobedience. Behave for me and do as I ask, and you'll get your reward. Am I clear?"

"Yes Daddy," you managed, the pulsing of your core easing away as your lost orgasm faded.

He moved behind you and sunk to his knees, parting your legs further. You couldn't see him, but your knees buckled as you felt his hot breath cascade over your soaked pussy, his tongue suddenly lapping at your juices. Drinking your essence down. Each stroke of his tongue over your clit had your back arching, your hands gripping the edge of the desk. His fingers gripped your thighs as he licked and sucked at you, driving your lost orgasm back to you quickly. Your abdomen clenching and burning...

"Please... Oh fuck please Tommy..." You were desperate, but immediately realised your mistake. His mouth moved away, and once again you were left hanging. Your legs were shaking so much your full weight was on the desk now, powerless.

"Oh dear Mrs Shelby..." You heard him stand, and remove his belt. You felt the buckle of it trace over your ass, the cold metal sliding between your cheeks down to your folds. Gasping as it made contact with your severely swollen clit.

"Bad girl YN, very bad girl," he groaned as he cracked his hand against your ass, the sound reverberating through the room along with your cry - a mix of pain and pure ecstacy.

"Someone likes being spanked," he chuckled darkly, and repeated his actions twice, three times, four times. Each time revelling in your cries.

"You're fucking dripping, making a mess of parliament flooring Mrs Shelby."

Another crack.

"Fuck you look beautiful like this, completely at Daddy's fucking mercy aren't you?"

Another...

"My needy, fertile little wife, begging me to let you cum..."

Another...

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard into this desk YN, you're going to take every inch of your husband's cock so deep inside you..."

You heard him unzip his trousers and within seconds he was inside you. You couldn't contain the loud cry, your knuckles were white from how hard you gripped the wooden edge of his oak desk. Paperwork flew to the floor as your body was pounded into, his groans and grunts from behind you sending stars into your vision.

"Tell me what you want, Mrs Shelby..."

"To cum, please Daddy!" His thrusts slowed, your disappointment evident in your face.

"Try again..."

"I want your baby," you panted, smiling in relief as his thrusts picked up speed again. His cock pounding into you hard and deep.

"Want Daddy to fill you up eh?" His voice dropped an octave, and you could feel yourself edging closer again.

"Yes Daddy!"

"Want it harder, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy, fuck... Harder..." His thrusts so hard the desk was shaking, moving forwards a few inches with each powerful slam.

"You've been such a good girl, taking me so hard, fuck you're so wet for me.. you wanna cum don't you?"

"Please... Daddy please..."

"Cum for me little one, make a mess on Daddy's cock..."

With a shrill cry, you felt a powerful orgasm flood through your whole body - a flash of white clouded your vision, the most exquisite burn as it overtook all of your senses.

"That's my girl.. that's my fucking girl.." you found yourself suddenly flipped onto your back, and he pulled your torso up to meet his. The sudden closeness taking you by surprise, especially when he kissed you. His lips pressed to yours, his tongue invading your mouth and dancing against yours as he continued to pound - albeit slower, but still with some force.

One of his hands rested against your stomach, a low growl in his chest as he panted against your lips.

"You'll look so pretty carrying my baby, YN, so fucking beautiful... Can you feel me fucking you deep?"

"Yes Daddy..."

"Feel my cock throbbing inside your tight little walls?"

"Yes..." You could feel yourself coming undone again, one hand on your belly, his other on the back of your head, holding your face close to his.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum YN, yes baby, yes... Fuck.. yes..." With a loud roar he came, filling you with his warm seed. The sensation sparking a second orgasm from you, your legs wrapping tight around his waist as his thrusts stopped, the pulse of his cock prolonging your pleasure.

He remained inside you long after his cock had finished its release, holding you close to him as he peppered your neck with gentle kisses. A tender kiss on your lips followed, his nose brushing over yours.

"I hope I don't disappoint you this time..." You said quietly, and he shhed you. Stroking your cheek lightly with his thumb.

"You could never disappoint me YN. We keep trying."

"Yes Tommy."

"My driver will be here in ten minutes. How about we head home together?"

"Don't you have work?"

"There's only thing one thing I need to work on right now."

[kittycatcait219]

Oh my goodness talk about being hot 🥵

10/10 recommended

[missymurphy1985]

Thank you so, so much! Means a lot to me, I'm glad you liked it.

Also love that gif, makes me laugh every time 😂😂

[missymurphy1985]

One Shot Smut Challenge

Yes, Minister - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader - Part Three

Warning - office sex / breeding kink / daddy kink / Dom Tommy

Important to mention that Thomas has no children in this fic... Yet.

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul

For the last six weeks, you'd become Mr Shelby's personal plaything. A more than willing, perfectly submissive plaything, waiting for his seed to breed you. You were married a week after he'd 'proposed' - he even asked your father for your hand, which had been granted happily. They had no idea you had been fucking Thomas for weeks already and you knew he didn't really love you. He simply wanted an heir for his empire, you were just the vessel to deliver it to him.

Two weeks ago, however, you disappointed him with the arrival of your menses. As unhappy as he was, his resolve didn't falter. He was determined as ever to succeed in his plan, and even though you no longer worked as his secretary, you found yourself back in his office as instructed that morning.

With your dress hitched over your waist, underwear removed, bent over his desk waiting for him to return from his chambers. His new secretary in your former office the other side of the closed door, and you just hoped and prayed she didn't come through it...

Regardless of how his treatment of you seemed, you had seen a softer side to him in the five short weeks you'd been Mrs Shelby. You expected for him to put you in a separate bedroom, yet you shared his every night. And after he'd had his way with you, he would hold you close and stroke your hair, kissing your lips tenderly. He was always gone by the time you woke in the morning, even on weekends, yet he'd leave a single red rose, picked from the garden, on his pillow for when you woke up. Instructions for the maids to bring you breakfast in bed each morning. When he was home, you caught him watching you as you sewed in the large bay window of the living room. When you spoke of old songs you used to like as a child, you'd find the song playing on the gramaphone days later. He always brushed it off as coincidence, but you were sure he listened. Like he wanted to please you.

Which is why the arrival of your monthly cycle hurt so much. You wanted to carry his child. The thought of it made your heart soar, your chest burn with an intense need.

The door suddenly opened and closed, your head snapped around, relieved to see your husband stood behind you, sliding his hands over your naked behind - poised and ready for him.

"Such an obedient little one, aren't you?" He smiled, his fingers teasing over the skin lightly as he placed his briefcase on the desk next to you and pressed his groin against your backside, his firm erection making you gasp.

"Always, Thomas..."

"Now now, that's not what we agreed you'd call me, is it?"

"No... Daddy..."

"Not so obedient it seems," he smirked, giving your backside a smack before dipping his fingers into your folds. Grinning as he found you already wet, his thick digits sliding in easily. He pulled them out, covered in your juices, and found your clit, circling the small bud exactly how he'd discovered you liked it. His other hand moved to your face, stroking your cheeks as you writhed against his probing fingers. Your mouth hung open, and took two of his fingers inside. He had you hanging on two fingers each end, all four of them driving you crazy.

"Such a good girl, but you addressed me incorrectly didn't you little one?"

You nodded as best you could with his fingers in your mouth. You felt your orgasm building as he stroked over your clit faster and harder, your hips gyrating round and round, desperate for your release. It was there.. so close..

And he pulled his hand away. Your eyes flitted to his, a dark burning, intensity to his usual ocean blue eyes. He bent down, his face inches from yours as he removed his fingers from your mouth, moving them to your loose hair on top of your head, tugging it.

"You cum when I let you, little one. Consider it a consequence of your disobedience. Behave for me and do as I ask, and you'll get your reward. Am I clear?"

"Yes Daddy," you managed, the pulsing of your core easing away as your lost orgasm faded.

He moved behind you and sunk to his knees, parting your legs further. You couldn't see him, but your knees buckled as you felt his hot breath cascade over your soaked pussy, his tongue suddenly lapping at your juices. Drinking your essence down. Each stroke of his tongue over your clit had your back arching, your hands gripping the edge of the desk. His fingers gripped your thighs as he licked and sucked at you, driving your lost orgasm back to you quickly. Your abdomen clenching and burning...

"Please... Oh fuck please Tommy..." You were desperate, but immediately realised your mistake. His mouth moved away, and once again you were left hanging. Your legs were shaking so much your full weight was on the desk now, powerless.

"Oh dear Mrs Shelby..." You heard him stand, and remove his belt. You felt the buckle of it trace over your ass, the cold metal sliding between your cheeks down to your folds. Gasping as it made contact with your severely swollen clit.

"Bad girl YN, very bad girl," he groaned as he cracked his hand against your ass, the sound reverberating through the room along with your cry - a mix of pain and pure ecstacy.

"Someone likes being spanked," he chuckled darkly, and repeated his actions twice, three times, four times. Each time revelling in your cries.

"You're fucking dripping, making a mess of parliament flooring Mrs Shelby."

Another crack.

"Fuck you look beautiful like this, completely at Daddy's fucking mercy aren't you?"

Another...

"My needy, fertile little wife, begging me to let you cum..."

Another...

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard into this desk YN, you're going to take every inch of your husband's cock so deep inside you..."

You heard him unzip his trousers and within seconds he was inside you. You couldn't contain the loud cry, your knuckles were white from how hard you gripped the wooden edge of his oak desk. Paperwork flew to the floor as your body was pounded into, his groans and grunts from behind you sending stars into your vision.

"Tell me what you want, Mrs Shelby..."

"To cum, please Daddy!" His thrusts slowed, your disappointment evident in your face.

"Try again..."

"I want your baby," you panted, smiling in relief as his thrusts picked up speed again. His cock pounding into you hard and deep.

"Want Daddy to fill you up eh?" His voice dropped an octave, and you could feel yourself edging closer again.

"Yes Daddy!"

"Want it harder, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy, fuck... Harder..." His thrusts so hard the desk was shaking, moving forwards a few inches with each powerful slam.

"You've been such a good girl, taking me so hard, fuck you're so wet for me.. you wanna cum don't you?"

"Please... Daddy please..."

"Cum for me little one, make a mess on Daddy's cock..."

With a shrill cry, you felt a powerful orgasm flood through your whole body - a flash of white clouded your vision, the most exquisite burn as it overtook all of your senses.

"That's my girl.. that's my fucking girl.." you found yourself suddenly flipped onto your back, and he pulled your torso up to meet his. The sudden closeness taking you by surprise, especially when he kissed you. His lips pressed to yours, his tongue invading your mouth and dancing against yours as he continued to pound - albeit slower, but still with some force.

One of his hands rested against your stomach, a low growl in his chest as he panted against your lips.

"You'll look so pretty carrying my baby, YN, so fucking beautiful... Can you feel me fucking you deep?"

"Yes Daddy..."

"Feel my cock throbbing inside your tight little walls?"

"Yes..." You could feel yourself coming undone again, one hand on your belly, his other on the back of your head, holding your face close to his.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum YN, yes baby, yes... Fuck.. yes..." With a loud roar he came, filling you with his warm seed. The sensation sparking a second orgasm from you, your legs wrapping tight around his waist as his thrusts stopped, the pulse of his cock prolonging your pleasure.

He remained inside you long after his cock had finished its release, holding you close to him as he peppered your neck with gentle kisses. A tender kiss on your lips followed, his nose brushing over yours.

"I hope I don't disappoint you this time..." You said quietly, and he shhed you. Stroking your cheek lightly with his thumb.

"You could never disappoint me YN. We keep trying."

"Yes Tommy."

"My driver will be here in ten minutes. How about we head home together?"

"Don't you have work?"

"There's only thing one thing I need to work on right now."

[springsteens]

Tommy with huge breeding kink 🤯 oh my...

Also, the details of their marriage are so sweet and cute!!! How can she think he doesn't love her 😅

[missymurphy1985]

Thank you so much, I'm so pleased you like it!!

Contemplating a part 4... A final part. I love the contrast between soft!Tommy and Dom!Tommy so I'm sure we'll see more of that!!

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One Shot Smut Challenge

Yes, Minister - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader - Part Three

Warning - office sex / breeding kink / daddy kink / Dom Tommy

Important to mention that Thomas has no children in this fic... Yet.

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul

For the last six weeks, you'd become Mr Shelby's personal plaything. A more than willing, perfectly submissive plaything, waiting for his seed to breed you. You were married a week after he'd 'proposed' - he even asked your father for your hand, which had been granted happily. They had no idea you had been fucking Thomas for weeks already and you knew he didn't really love you. He simply wanted an heir for his empire, you were just the vessel to deliver it to him.

Two weeks ago, however, you disappointed him with the arrival of your menses. As unhappy as he was, his resolve didn't falter. He was determined as ever to succeed in his plan, and even though you no longer worked as his secretary, you found yourself back in his office as instructed that morning.

With your dress hitched over your waist, underwear removed, bent over his desk waiting for him to return from his chambers. His new secretary in your former office the other side of the closed door, and you just hoped and prayed she didn't come through it...

Regardless of how his treatment of you seemed, you had seen a softer side to him in the five short weeks you'd been Mrs Shelby. You expected for him to put you in a separate bedroom, yet you shared his every night. And after he'd had his way with you, he would hold you close and stroke your hair, kissing your lips tenderly. He was always gone by the time you woke in the morning, even on weekends, yet he'd leave a single red rose, picked from the garden, on his pillow for when you woke up. Instructions for the maids to bring you breakfast in bed each morning. When he was home, you caught him watching you as you sewed in the large bay window of the living room. When you spoke of old songs you used to like as a child, you'd find the song playing on the gramaphone days later. He always brushed it off as coincidence, but you were sure he listened. Like he wanted to please you.

Which is why the arrival of your monthly cycle hurt so much. You wanted to carry his child. The thought of it made your heart soar, your chest burn with an intense need.

The door suddenly opened and closed, your head snapped around, relieved to see your husband stood behind you, sliding his hands over your naked behind - poised and ready for him.

"Such an obedient little one, aren't you?" He smiled, his fingers teasing over the skin lightly as he placed his briefcase on the desk next to you and pressed his groin against your backside, his firm erection making you gasp.

"Always, Thomas..."

"Now now, that's not what we agreed you'd call me, is it?"

"No... Daddy..."

"Not so obedient it seems," he smirked, giving your backside a smack before dipping his fingers into your folds. Grinning as he found you already wet, his thick digits sliding in easily. He pulled them out, covered in your juices, and found your clit, circling the small bud exactly how he'd discovered you liked it. His other hand moved to your face, stroking your cheeks as you writhed against his probing fingers. Your mouth hung open, and took two of his fingers inside. He had you hanging on two fingers each end, all four of them driving you crazy.

"Such a good girl, but you addressed me incorrectly didn't you little one?"

You nodded as best you could with his fingers in your mouth. You felt your orgasm building as he stroked over your clit faster and harder, your hips gyrating round and round, desperate for your release. It was there.. so close..

And he pulled his hand away. Your eyes flitted to his, a dark burning, intensity to his usual ocean blue eyes. He bent down, his face inches from yours as he removed his fingers from your mouth, moving them to your loose hair on top of your head, tugging it.

"You cum when I let you, little one. Consider it a consequence of your disobedience. Behave for me and do as I ask, and you'll get your reward. Am I clear?"

"Yes Daddy," you managed, the pulsing of your core easing away as your lost orgasm faded.

He moved behind you and sunk to his knees, parting your legs further. You couldn't see him, but your knees buckled as you felt his hot breath cascade over your soaked pussy, his tongue suddenly lapping at your juices. Drinking your essence down. Each stroke of his tongue over your clit had your back arching, your hands gripping the edge of the desk. His fingers gripped your thighs as he licked and sucked at you, driving your lost orgasm back to you quickly. Your abdomen clenching and burning...

"Please... Oh fuck please Tommy..." You were desperate, but immediately realised your mistake. His mouth moved away, and once again you were left hanging. Your legs were shaking so much your full weight was on the desk now, powerless.

"Oh dear Mrs Shelby..." You heard him stand, and remove his belt. You felt the buckle of it trace over your ass, the cold metal sliding between your cheeks down to your folds. Gasping as it made contact with your severely swollen clit.

"Bad girl YN, very bad girl," he groaned as he cracked his hand against your ass, the sound reverberating through the room along with your cry - a mix of pain and pure ecstacy.

"Someone likes being spanked," he chuckled darkly, and repeated his actions twice, three times, four times. Each time revelling in your cries.

"You're fucking dripping, making a mess of parliament flooring Mrs Shelby."

Another crack.

"Fuck you look beautiful like this, completely at Daddy's fucking mercy aren't you?"

Another...

"My needy, fertile little wife, begging me to let you cum..."

Another...

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard into this desk YN, you're going to take every inch of your husband's cock so deep inside you..."

You heard him unzip his trousers and within seconds he was inside you. You couldn't contain the loud cry, your knuckles were white from how hard you gripped the wooden edge of his oak desk. Paperwork flew to the floor as your body was pounded into, his groans and grunts from behind you sending stars into your vision.

"Tell me what you want, Mrs Shelby..."

"To cum, please Daddy!" His thrusts slowed, your disappointment evident in your face.

"Try again..."

"I want your baby," you panted, smiling in relief as his thrusts picked up speed again. His cock pounding into you hard and deep.

"Want Daddy to fill you up eh?" His voice dropped an octave, and you could feel yourself edging closer again.

"Yes Daddy!"

"Want it harder, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy, fuck... Harder..." His thrusts so hard the desk was shaking, moving forwards a few inches with each powerful slam.

"You've been such a good girl, taking me so hard, fuck you're so wet for me.. you wanna cum don't you?"

"Please... Daddy please..."

"Cum for me little one, make a mess on Daddy's cock..."

With a shrill cry, you felt a powerful orgasm flood through your whole body - a flash of white clouded your vision, the most exquisite burn as it overtook all of your senses.

"That's my girl.. that's my fucking girl.." you found yourself suddenly flipped onto your back, and he pulled your torso up to meet his. The sudden closeness taking you by surprise, especially when he kissed you. His lips pressed to yours, his tongue invading your mouth and dancing against yours as he continued to pound - albeit slower, but still with some force.

One of his hands rested against your stomach, a low growl in his chest as he panted against your lips.

"You'll look so pretty carrying my baby, YN, so fucking beautiful... Can you feel me fucking you deep?"

"Yes Daddy..."

"Feel my cock throbbing inside your tight little walls?"

"Yes..." You could feel yourself coming undone again, one hand on your belly, his other on the back of your head, holding your face close to his.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum YN, yes baby, yes... Fuck.. yes..." With a loud roar he came, filling you with his warm seed. The sensation sparking a second orgasm from you, your legs wrapping tight around his waist as his thrusts stopped, the pulse of his cock prolonging your pleasure.

He remained inside you long after his cock had finished its release, holding you close to him as he peppered your neck with gentle kisses. A tender kiss on your lips followed, his nose brushing over yours.

"I hope I don't disappoint you this time..." You said quietly, and he shhed you. Stroking your cheek lightly with his thumb.

"You could never disappoint me YN. We keep trying."

"Yes Tommy."

"My driver will be here in ten minutes. How about we head home together?"

"Don't you have work?"

"There's only thing one thing I need to work on right now."

[queenshelby]

Oppenheimer (Part 25)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Age Gap

Words: 3333

Please interact and comment to keep it going. I always love to know what you think.

It was 3 o’clock in the morning when you heard the door to your apartment. Your flatmate Mandy had arrived back home from her shift and, as usual, she stumbled over Felix the cat on her way in.

She apologised to him quickly and this was the last you heard of before falling back asleep again for a short moment. But then, just as you drifted back into your dreams, your eyes blinked slightly when you felt movement behind you and, surprisingly, also inside of you which is when you remembered that your body was still connected to Cillian’s.

When you went to sleep that night, he had tuned soft inside of you eventually but now, even in your sleep, you began to feel much fuller again and you wondered what he had been dreaming about.

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Oh my days... I want a playroom with Cillian, please and thank you ☺️😏

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The Coin Flip (Tommy Shelby X OC one shot)

Warning - smut

I've written this with an OC rather than y/n (fancied a change lol)

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @miss-shelby

"If it's heads, Aberama here gets all of this, with my blessing. If it's tails....

I fuck your daughter, Mr Gold."

Tommy knocked on the door, a slight smirk as he heard her padding down the stairs to open it.

Lucy opened it, a nervous look in her eyes. She knew about the coin flip, and as much as she wanted to be angry with both her father and Tommy, she couldn't be. She had fantasised about this for years.

"Miss Gold.. may I come in?" He was more polite than you gave him credit for. Standing aside, she let him pass. He removed his cap, jacket and gun holster, leaving them by the door. "I hope these will be safe here?"

"I live alone, and the door is locked. Would you like a drink Mr Shelby?"

"Call me Tommy eh? Mr Shelby is too formal for this, don't you think?" Lucy nodded, cheeks flushing slightly as her head bowed. He took a step towards her, tilting her chin back up. "We don't have to - "

"Yes we do. You flipped a coin. My father lost..."

"Your father lost, but you don't have to lose anything Miss Gold."

"Lucy. My name is Lucy. And what makes you think I haven't already 'lost' it, Tommy?" He smirked.

"Not as innocent as people believe eh?"

"My father must never know..."

"You have my word Lucy."

"Would you like a drink?"

"No. Thank you. Come sit with me?" He took Lucy's hand and led her through to the small dining area in the corner of the room. "May I smoke?"

She nodded, and Tommy lit a cigarette. Lucy took the one he offered her. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Tommy broke it.

"If this is what you want, I'm more than happy to oblige Lucy. But I won't force it. As much as my reputation may precede me, I'm still a man of morals when it comes to women."

"I appreciate the gesture Tommy. If it's my consent you require, then you have it." He stubbed his cigarette out, and she did the same. Taking his hand, she led him upstairs and into her bedroom.

"You like to get straight to it I see..." Tommy chuckled as Lucy pulled his suit jacket over his shoulders. His hands moved up her back, feeling the heat radiating from her even through the material of her blouse. He leaned down gently and brushed his lips against hers, feeling the familiar stirring in his groin as the kiss deepened, their tongues meeting for the first time, dancing around each other.

His hands reached under her blouse, disconnecting their lips before lifting it over her head. Unstrapping her bra, letting it fall to the floor, his eyes gazed over her bare upper body lustfully. She was beautiful..

She unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it onto the pile of her clothes on the floor, and he lifted his undershirt over his head.

Her fingers traced over his tattoos and scars gently. She made a mental note to ask him about them later, but for now all she wanted was him to take her as the coin flip had decided for them.

She played with the buckle on his trousers, looking up at him, smiling at the desire clearly visible in his eyes. The trousers fell, his briefs tented out from his erection. She palmed it lightly, making him groan quietly, her lips finding his again as she stroked him.

"Do you like that Tommy? Do you like my hand stroking your cock? You're so fucking hard..." She whispered against his lips, he pulled one of hers between his teeth, nibbling it softly making her whimper against him. He needed to gain control back.

"I do, but I'd like your mouth even more. On your knees, Miss Gold." Lucy smiled, and complied. She pulled his briefs down, and licked a long trail up his firm shaft, her eyes locked with his seductively as her tongue circled the tip. His expressionless face told her nothing, but the twitch of his cock against her lips told her everything.

Swallowing him down, almost all the way, you heard him groan deeply from above you. His hands on the back of your head, trying to force you to take him deeper.

"You gonna let me come down that throat of yours Lucy?" He asked, tugging her hair, taking control and thrusting into her mouth. She gagged a little, making him chuckle, but smiled as she nodded. Steadying himself against the four poster bed frame with one hand, his other hand in her hair pulling her head still as he moved his hips back and forth. She took it all, occasionally scraping her lower teeth against his shaft making him hiss, before he groaned, his release coming in ropes down her throat.

She held her mouth open as she rolled his cum round her mouth before swallowing. Panting, he lifted her off the floor, pressing his lips to hers, not caring that he could taste himself on her tongue.

"I'm going to taste you now. Strip, and lie down on the bed. Knees over the side." Lucy bit her lip, excited at his forcefulness. No one had pleasured her this way before. She did as ordered, and lifted herself on her elbows, her knees bent at the edge of the bed.

He moved quickly, kneeling between her open legs and lifting them over his shoulders.

"You're fucking beautiful, you know that?"

She smiled, soon groaning as his mouth made contact with her soaked core. His tongue licking and circling her clit torturously slow. Two fingers entered her at the same time, her back arching slightly as she felt them moving around. A sudden surge of heat suddenly took her, and she gripped his cropped hair. He chuckled against her, his fingers working against this magical spot inside her, making her hips writhe against him. She'd never experienced anything like it - her orgasm was building quickly, a powerful knot of heat wound up deep inside her abdomen, begging for release.

"Fuck... Tommy... Don't stop... Oh god...." Tommy felt his cock hardening at the soft moans coming from her, and he picked up both speed and pressure of his tongue and fingers. He hadn't pleasured a woman in this way since Grace. He'd never do this to one of his whores or Lizzie, that was purely for functional stress relief and his own orgasm - he couldn't stop himself doing this to Lucy though, he loved the taste and feel of a woman on his mouth. Plus, no one had sucked his cock as expertly as she had moments ago - he felt the need, as a gentleman, to at least return the favour.

Her body was writhing against him, she was so close he could almost feel it. Her walls began to clench and he lifted his mouth from her, watching her body move against him. There was a flicker of panic in her eyes.

"Let it go... Just relax baby, I've got you..." Lucy's body felt like it was on fire, she couldn't stop the powerful orgasm ripping through her. His fingers pounded into her hard and fast as she came, her juices squirting powerfully from her as she did.

"Oh my god... Oh fuck...." She panted laying on the bed, completely overwhelmed. He moved his body on top of hers and lifted her legs round his waist.

"Still want me?" She nodded, and gasped as he entered her, setting a slow, steady pace to give her chance to adjust and focus.

"Tommy... Yes..." Her legs tightened round him, pulling him deep, her nails scratching along his shoulder blades.

"So tight... Fuck Lucy... So fucking wet for me eh?" His lips were in her ear, his words sending her closer to a second orgasm. "You like me fucking you? Feeling me fill you up? What would Mr Gold have to say eh? Knowing how dirty his daughter is? Knowing his worst enemy was about to fuck you hard from behind against that dresser over there?"

Tommy pulled out of her, lifting her body up and pushing her to face the mirror on her dresser. Bending her over, her breasts pressed against the wood, he lined himself against her and thrust inside hard.

"Yes!! Fuck me hard, Tommy..." He grinned at her through the mirror, pounding into her holding her back down with one hand and squeezing her ass cheek with the other - slapping it occasionally making her squeal.

"Dirty girl aren't you... Taking me so fucking deep... You're gonna come again aren't you?"

Her walls started to clench around him again, he could feel every inch of them. Her head and shoulders arched back, she bounced back against his cock pounding into her. Within minutes she was crying out his name as she hit her peak a second time.

Tommy's hand on her back moved up to her hair as he pulled out of her, moving her onto her knees quickly. She opened her mouth, and was rewarded with more ropes of him cum down her throat and onto her cheeks as he pumped himself in front of her. He gripped onto the dresser, his orgasm fading.

Lucy moved from underneath him picked her clothes up from the floor.

"You didn't come inside me Tommy?"

"I think your father would declare war with me if I knocked you up, don't you?" He chuckled, pulling his own clothes back on. Once they had redressed, Lucy walked him back to the door. He pulled her in for a final kiss, taking her by surprise.

"I'll see you around Mr Shelby," she smiled at him, opening the door.

"Maybe you will, Miss Gold. Maybe you will."

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Maybe this needs a part 2...

[littlegirlinvisible]

I regret marrying you, Lizzie. Cause I’ve put you through so much. I’ve put you through all of this. Ruby. Everything that is to come. When you married me, you married a man and you married a curse. You have shared my fate. That is my regret. But know this, Lizzie. In this moment, in this room… I love you.

This is just a fancam edit I posted on twitter after last night episode, so I decided to share here too because why not right? btw PLEASE SOMEONE DROP THE TOMMYLIZZIE FICS, please 😭

[missymurphy1985]

This... I've always loved Tommy with Lizzie and this whole edit was just absolute perfection ❤️🥺

[missymurphy1985]

One Shot Smut Challenge

The Check Up - AU Cillian Murphy X fem!reader One Shot

Warning - Medical Misconduct (😏) - fingering - sex in a doctor's office

Cillian isn't the actor we all know him as... He's your gynaecologist...

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul

Waiting rooms were boring. Painfully boring. A gynae waiting room? Even worse. Full of women who frankly wanted to be anywhere else but here.

And the women who shared the room with you were no exception. Twiddling their thumbs, or playing on their phones, no one made eye contact knowing that on the other side of the door they were all going to have their most intimate areas examined by some random man with a speculum and rubber gloves.

Your usual gynaecologist, Dr. Kate Bradley, was on maternity leave, and had been replaced by a Dr. Cillian Murphy. You'd never met him, but a letter had gone out to all of Dr Bradley's patients explaining the change. You'd heard through the grapevine that a few patients had refused to see him - worried he would be a creepy old pervert who wouldn't take their concerns seriously, but you didn't have an issue. After having your son nearly four years earlier, you weren't bothered about things like that as long as you got what you needed.

And all you needed was your Mirena Coil replacing. A standard procedure you'd had before. Not that another baby was possible - your husband, Daniel's father, and you had separated amicably six months earlier. But heavy periods didn't sound like something you wanted to go back to, so here you were. The last patient to be seen on this rainy Friday afternoon.

"Miss Y/L/N?" The receptionist called and you stood up.

"Dr Murphy will see you now," she smiled, gesturing towards the door. You nodded and made your way over, knocking the door and hearing a deep voice call for you to come in.

"Miss Y/L/N, take a seat," he smiled, offering you a chair as he took the one opposite you by his desk. A warm, friendly smile that instantly made you smile back. His eyes were the bluest you'd ever seen - ocean blue with a shine that lit the whole room up and eased any tensions you might've had.

"You're here to have the coil fitted, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to bring Louise in as a chaperone?"

"Do I need one?"

"Most women prefer it with a male doctor."

"I'm sure I'll be fine Dr. Murphy."

"Very well. If you want to remove everything from the waist down and climb up onto the bed, legs in those stirrups for me. I'll be back in a few minutes."

He left you to it, and you did as he asked. Once in the bed, legs in the air, you steadied your breathing. He was far from the creepy pervert you subconsciously expected. He was absolutely gorgeous.. how the hell you were expected to relax with him between your legs was beyond you...

The time passed quickly, and he was back in the room. You held the small sheet over your knees and took a deep breath. The last coil you had fitted was quite uncomfortable to insert, and you felt yourself tensing already.

He came through and wheeled a small stool in front of you, arranging a selection of speculums and other tools on a tray to his left.

"Are you okay?" He asked, gently squeezing your ankle and looking around at you. You nodded, nervously.

"I know it's not the most pleasant experience, I'll go slow and steady. If I hurt you at any point, tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

"Okay..."

"I'm going to open you up - I think I'll use the smallest speculum first. It'll be cold, deep breaths and relax for me." His smooth Irish accent was intensely soothing, and also incredibly arousing... Stop it, YN, he's a gynaecologist and he'll KNOW if you're turned on...

You felt the device at your opening, and immediately tensed, preventing it from entering you.

"You like music?" He asked, standing up and turning the radio on. The music helping a little, if only to distract you.

"Relax Miss YLN, big deep breaths. Let's try again."

Your mind went into overdrive.

Did you shower this morning?

Did you shave?

Oh my god, did you forget to shave one of your legs again?

What if it doesn't look nice..?

"Okay," he said, standing up and placing a hand on your knee.

"What's wrong?"

"You're too tense. I can't get the speculum in."

"Oh... Erm..."

"We can reschedule?"

"No.. no I have to go away with work next week and I won't be back for a while, my periods are too heavy without the coil..."

"You need to relax, YN, I can't get in there with you this tense."

"I'll try and relax... I swear."

His eyes changed slightly. A flash of uncertainty, or was that cockiness?

"I'm gonna try again, one more time. I think I know what might help."

"What?"

"It's very unconventional. Unprofessional too... Extremely unethical..."

"Doctor?"

His right hand moved from your knee, but his eyes never left yours. You jumped a little as you felt something brush tenderly against your folds, and bit your lip. He took that as a sign to continue, and you heard his rubber gloves snap as they came off his hands.

"Will you let me help you relax?" He asked, those piercing eyes locked onto yours. You nodded, almost hypnotised by him.

"Close your eyes for me.." you closed them and felt his fingers separate your lower lips, stroking over the flesh gently and taking his seat again.

"I won't need the lubricant for this," he smirked, gathering your slick wetness on two fingers before sliding them over your swollen clit. You covered your mouth to stop the loud cry from alerting the whole clinic, his fingers working their magic over you quickly.

"I need you relaxed. If I let you cum, will you let me inside?" His soft voice was turning you on so much, you were nodding almost frantically. Your hand still covering your mouth, your hips rocking against his fingers. Your eyes looked down - you couldn't see him but fuck, could you feel him. His fingers gliding over your clit expertly - you could feel yourself coming undone quicker than any man had managed before.

"That's it, open that pretty little hole for me," he whispered loud enough for you to hear. Your abdomen burned with desire, your orgasm building to its crescendo.

With a muffled cry, you came, the intensity taking your breath away. You suddenly felt something hard and warm push inside you, and opening your eyes you saw him stood between your legs - the realisation dawning on you. Your juices gushed as he thrust his hips, his cock penetrating deeper.

"Just stretching you YN, fuck you feel so good.. such a tight little pussy..."

"Mhmm..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"God no..."

He chuckled and gripped your restrained thighs, his cock pounding into you harder. You once again covered your mouth, another orgasm peaking.

"That's it, relax, cum for me again.. good girl..."

"Doctor... Oh god... Right there!" Still muffled, but by the way he kept his angle and hit into you harder, he understood.

"Love feeling a woman's pussy clench as she cums," he groaned, and you clamped your hand harder over your mouth as you reached a second climax, milking his cock as he rutted into you. Once your waves of pleasure calmed, he pulled out quickly, your core clenching at the sight of his upper arm moving as he pumped his own cock. The warmth of his release hitting your mound and groin as he moaned and panted quietly. His eyelids reopened after a few moments, those blue orbs meeting yours with a smile. You mirrored his expression as he ran his fingers through his floppy dark hair.

"Much better," he grinned, and you suddenly felt the speculum inside you. He sat back down, and within ten minutes he'd taken out your expired coil and fitted a brand new one.

Another ten minutes later, once you'd cleaned up and redressed, he joined you back in the room with some paperwork and a pamphlet on the coil. Your head was spinning with what had just happened - in the best possible way.

"I suggest you come back and see me in my private practice next week - just to make sure it's in the right place."

"Private practice?" He helped you to stand and pulled you closer. His lips brushed yours and your spine tingled.

"Address is on the back of that pamphlet. Along with my phone number. I'll see you next week YN."

[missymurphy1985]

What do you reckon, shall I wrote more for Dr. Murphy?

[queenshelby]

Oppenheimer (Part 24)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Age Gap

Words: 5,120

Please interact and comment to keep it going. I always love to know what you think.

Six Months Later - September 2022

Four months had passed since you moved to London and, three months ago, production on Oppenheimer finished, allowing Cillian to return to Ireland.

Unlike in LA and New York, where you had spent time with Cillian every day, you now only saw each other every fortnight.

It was difficult at times and you made time pass more quickly between visits using video calls to communicate.

Video calls also became your outlet for intimacy when you spent time apart and, frequently, you would engage in obvious acts for each other in front of the camera. It was how you got off until you got to spend time together again.

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[missymurphy1985]

Holy CHRIST woman.... 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[missymurphy1985]

One Shot Smut Challenge

The Check Up - AU Cillian Murphy X fem!reader One Shot

Warning - Medical Misconduct (😏) - fingering - sex in a doctor's office

Cillian isn't the actor we all know him as... He's your gynaecologist...

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul

Waiting rooms were boring. Painfully boring. A gynae waiting room? Even worse. Full of women who frankly wanted to be anywhere else but here.

And the women who shared the room with you were no exception. Twiddling their thumbs, or playing on their phones, no one made eye contact knowing that on the other side of the door they were all going to have their most intimate areas examined by some random man with a speculum and rubber gloves.

Your usual gynaecologist, Dr. Kate Bradley, was on maternity leave, and had been replaced by a Dr. Cillian Murphy. You'd never met him, but a letter had gone out to all of Dr Bradley's patients explaining the change. You'd heard through the grapevine that a few patients had refused to see him - worried he would be a creepy old pervert who wouldn't take their concerns seriously, but you didn't have an issue. After having your son nearly four years earlier, you weren't bothered about things like that as long as you got what you needed.

And all you needed was your Mirena Coil replacing. A standard procedure you'd had before. Not that another baby was possible - your husband, Daniel's father, and you had separated amicably six months earlier. But heavy periods didn't sound like something you wanted to go back to, so here you were. The last patient to be seen on this rainy Friday afternoon.

"Miss Y/L/N?" The receptionist called and you stood up.

"Dr Murphy will see you now," she smiled, gesturing towards the door. You nodded and made your way over, knocking the door and hearing a deep voice call for you to come in.

"Miss Y/L/N, take a seat," he smiled, offering you a chair as he took the one opposite you by his desk. A warm, friendly smile that instantly made you smile back. His eyes were the bluest you'd ever seen - ocean blue with a shine that lit the whole room up and eased any tensions you might've had.

"You're here to have the coil fitted, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to bring Louise in as a chaperone?"

"Do I need one?"

"Most women prefer it with a male doctor."

"I'm sure I'll be fine Dr. Murphy."

"Very well. If you want to remove everything from the waist down and climb up onto the bed, legs in those stirrups for me. I'll be back in a few minutes."

He left you to it, and you did as he asked. Once in the bed, legs in the air, you steadied your breathing. He was far from the creepy pervert you subconsciously expected. He was absolutely gorgeous.. how the hell you were expected to relax with him between your legs was beyond you...

The time passed quickly, and he was back in the room. You held the small sheet over your knees and took a deep breath. The last coil you had fitted was quite uncomfortable to insert, and you felt yourself tensing already.

He came through and wheeled a small stool in front of you, arranging a selection of speculums and other tools on a tray to his left.

"Are you okay?" He asked, gently squeezing your ankle and looking around at you. You nodded, nervously.

"I know it's not the most pleasant experience, I'll go slow and steady. If I hurt you at any point, tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

"Okay..."

"I'm going to open you up - I think I'll use the smallest speculum first. It'll be cold, deep breaths and relax for me." His smooth Irish accent was intensely soothing, and also incredibly arousing... Stop it, YN, he's a gynaecologist and he'll KNOW if you're turned on...

You felt the device at your opening, and immediately tensed, preventing it from entering you.

"You like music?" He asked, standing up and turning the radio on. The music helping a little, if only to distract you.

"Relax Miss YLN, big deep breaths. Let's try again."

Your mind went into overdrive.

Did you shower this morning?

Did you shave?

Oh my god, did you forget to shave one of your legs again?

What if it doesn't look nice..?

"Okay," he said, standing up and placing a hand on your knee.

"What's wrong?"

"You're too tense. I can't get the speculum in."

"Oh... Erm..."

"We can reschedule?"

"No.. no I have to go away with work next week and I won't be back for a while, my periods are too heavy without the coil..."

"You need to relax, YN, I can't get in there with you this tense."

"I'll try and relax... I swear."

His eyes changed slightly. A flash of uncertainty, or was that cockiness?

"I'm gonna try again, one more time. I think I know what might help."

"What?"

"It's very unconventional. Unprofessional too... Extremely unethical..."

"Doctor?"

His right hand moved from your knee, but his eyes never left yours. You jumped a little as you felt something brush tenderly against your folds, and bit your lip. He took that as a sign to continue, and you heard his rubber gloves snap as they came off his hands.

"Will you let me help you relax?" He asked, those piercing eyes locked onto yours. You nodded, almost hypnotised by him.

"Close your eyes for me.." you closed them and felt his fingers separate your lower lips, stroking over the flesh gently and taking his seat again.

"I won't need the lubricant for this," he smirked, gathering your slick wetness on two fingers before sliding them over your swollen clit. You covered your mouth to stop the loud cry from alerting the whole clinic, his fingers working their magic over you quickly.

"I need you relaxed. If I let you cum, will you let me inside?" His soft voice was turning you on so much, you were nodding almost frantically. Your hand still covering your mouth, your hips rocking against his fingers. Your eyes looked down - you couldn't see him but fuck, could you feel him. His fingers gliding over your clit expertly - you could feel yourself coming undone quicker than any man had managed before.

"That's it, open that pretty little hole for me," he whispered loud enough for you to hear. Your abdomen burned with desire, your orgasm building to its crescendo.

With a muffled cry, you came, the intensity taking your breath away. You suddenly felt something hard and warm push inside you, and opening your eyes you saw him stood between your legs - the realisation dawning on you. Your juices gushed as he thrust his hips, his cock penetrating deeper.

"Just stretching you YN, fuck you feel so good.. such a tight little pussy..."

"Mhmm..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"God no..."

He chuckled and gripped your restrained thighs, his cock pounding into you harder. You once again covered your mouth, another orgasm peaking.

"That's it, relax, cum for me again.. good girl..."

"Doctor... Oh god... Right there!" Still muffled, but by the way he kept his angle and hit into you harder, he understood.

"Love feeling a woman's pussy clench as she cums," he groaned, and you clamped your hand harder over your mouth as you reached a second climax, milking his cock as he rutted into you. Once your waves of pleasure calmed, he pulled out quickly, your core clenching at the sight of his upper arm moving as he pumped his own cock. The warmth of his release hitting your mound and groin as he moaned and panted quietly. His eyelids reopened after a few moments, those blue orbs meeting yours with a smile. You mirrored his expression as he ran his fingers through his floppy dark hair.

"Much better," he grinned, and you suddenly felt the speculum inside you. He sat back down, and within ten minutes he'd taken out your expired coil and fitted a brand new one.

Another ten minutes later, once you'd cleaned up and redressed, he joined you back in the room with some paperwork and a pamphlet on the coil. Your head was spinning with what had just happened - in the best possible way.

"I suggest you come back and see me in my private practice next week - just to make sure it's in the right place."

"Private practice?" He helped you to stand and pulled you closer. His lips brushed yours and your spine tingled.

"Address is on the back of that pamphlet. Along with my phone number. I'll see you next week YN."

[missymurphy1985]

One Shot Smut Challenge

Ménage à Trois - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader X OC One Shot

Warning - MFF Threesome - Smut - Oral (f&m receiving) - virgin reader - jealousy - slight breeding kink

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul

Requested By @runnning-outof-time

The drinks had been flowing all night - The Garrison finally reopened after months of renovation works, under new management.

That new management being the Peaky Blinders. The gang that ruled your hometown of Small Heath with razor lined caps and guns, swagger and serious sex appeal. Particularly it's leader - Thomas Shelby.

The man who'd been giving you and your friend Jess the eye all evening, and was now leading the two of you back to your house down the road from his on Watery Lane.

Within minutes of opening the door, he was on Jess - pushing her against the wall, his lips on hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding into her core as she moaned into his mouth. You watched with heated fascination as your more experienced friend reciprocated his passionate kiss, her hands in his short, cropped hair, a throb between your legs. He pulled away from her lips and looked towards you, placing Jess back on the floor gently and taking a step towards you.

"Are the rumours true?" He asked, stroking the side of your face.

"About me and Jess?"

He nodded. You nodded.

"Show me."

You took his hand and led him upstairs to your bedroom. Jess followed, grabbing the bottle of champagne Tommy had taken from the Garrison before the three of you left. Once you were in your bedroom he stood in front of Jess and began undressing her - her clothes discarded on the floor, he took the bottle of champagne and popped the cork. The foam emptied over her exposed breasts and stomach, leaking down between her legs, and he pushed her gently onto the bed, parting her legs and pouring more of the liquid over her body. He turned to you and pressed his lips against yours - removing your clothes as he did.

"Clean her up," he ordered, taking a seat on the chair by the desk in your room, swigging a mouthful of the fizzy liquid as he did.

Dutifully, you crawled over Jess and began kissing and licking the sticky liquid off her. Over her breasts, feeling her gasp and writhe underneath you. A glance back at Tommy, his trousers, jacket and shirt now removed - he sat in his shorts palming his erection underneath them while you licked and sucked Jess's flesh clean.

"Feels good YN..." She moaned under you, your mouth moving closer to her mound as you licked down her stomach.

"Make her cum for me before I fuck her," Tommy barked, and your mouth clamped over her core. Flicking your tongue over her clit like you'd done countless times in the few months you'd lived together, ever since you'd played a drunken game of truth or dare and she discovered you were not only a virgin, but also bisexual, like her. You had been exploring each others bodies every night since. A sin in the eyes of many, but clearly not Tommy. The only man who'd ever captivated you. The way his eyes followed you as you walked down the street. The way he smiled at you when he caught your eye. The confident swagger in his walk... There was no denying your attraction to him, and Jess knew you had a soft spot for the King of Small Heath, no matter how much you tried to deny it when she teased you.

Jess was grinding her pussy against your lips, so close to her orgasm you could taste it on your tongue, her sweet juices covering your lips. Pushing two fingers inside her, you hooked them up and rubbed the spongey button inside her soft walls hard, making her back arch and a cry of passion leave her chest as she came hard over your tongue.

A gentle but firm hand moved you out of the way, and Tommy pulled his shorts down. You gasped at the size of his cock - hard and firm and standing proudly, his hand pumping it gently as he lined himself up against her folds and pushed inside her. She groaned as she adjusted to his length penetrating her, clasping at her breasts to increase the pleasure and reduce the pain of his stretching her.

"Fuck you're tight..." He panted as he bottomed out, his hands replacing hers on her breasts as he moved his hips back and forth.

He looked at you and pulled you close, his lips on yours as he fucked Jess, his tongue passing through your lips and crashing onto yours, tasting Jess's release. One hand on the back of your head, tangled in your hair, the other on Jess's waist.

"Sit on her face, looking at me. I want to see your eyes when you cum on her tongue," he gasped, and you climbed on the bed, hovering your soaked core over Jess's lips. She grabbed your hips and pulled you down, snaking her tongue over your clit and lapping at you hungrily. Tommy's eyes were on yours, his gaze never leaving you as you rocked your hips over Jess's face, your own orgasm not far away - his darkened blue eyes increasing your desire.

Jess's moans were getting more intense, you could feel them vibrating through your core, adding to your pleasure.

"Don't stop, you both look fucking beautiful," his thrusts came harder and faster, the look of bliss on his face as he stared intensely into your eyes, watching you come undone in front of him.

"Oh god... That's it..." Your eyes flickered closed but his hand on your jaw opened them.

"Keep them on me - eyes on mine when you cum... Grind on her face, let me see you fall apart before I take that virgin pussy of yours eh?"

"Oh shit..mm... fuck.. gonna... Gonna..."

"Cum for me, YN, nice and loud..."

Your body shook with your release, you felt Jess cum with you, and Tommy pulled out, his seed spraying over Jess's stomach as he furiously pumped his cock. His eyes never once left yours, loud moans and pants filled the room. You looked at his cock - half mast, still leaking, and couldn't hide your disappointment.. but he leaned forwards and caught your lips again as Jess crawled out from underneath you both.

"Plenty more where that came from YN, give me five minutes and that pussy belongs to me," there was a menace to his tone that turned you on no end - and Jess came back.

"You'll need preparing YN," she grinned, laying you on your back and stroking her fingers over your folds. Sliding two inside you, she stretched your hole gently as your eyes watered from the new sensation.

"Breathe my girl... Relax for me," her soothing voice and her lips on your neck made your walls loosen, a third finger pushing in to join the other two.

"Don't make her cum - save that for me," Tommy said, stroking his cock over your lips. You opened your mouth almost instinctively, and his semi hard cock slid inside, your tongue lapping at the tip as it throbbed and hardened again between your lips.

"My cock looks fucking perfect in that sweet little mouth YN, keep going, keep licking my cock clean..."

Your tongue licked over his shaft, occasional nibbles at the skin making him jump and groan, his cock twitching against your lips.

"She's ready Tommy," Jess smiled, moving away. You reached for her to come to you, but she simply winked and sat on the chair, confusing you. Tommy hovered over you, kissing your neck and chest, rolling your breast under his fingers.

"Jess was good - but not as good as you're going to be," he murmured against your skin, and you felt his cock line up against your entrance, pushing inside you slowly.

"Oh fuck..." You whined, feeling the burn and stretch of being filled for the first time.

"It's okay, little one, I've got you, relax..."

Before long, he was at your barrier. Jess saw him pause and came back over, her hand snaking between you to rub circles on your clit. The sensations in your core so strong, you didn't feel Tommy pull back slightly, but you felt the sting of him slamming back in and gave a loud cry of shock - quickly subsiding with Jess's fingers easing the pain.

"Shh now... Let me make it feel good for you eh?" Tommy whispered gently, still hovering over you, leaving enough room for Jess's fingers to carry on teasing your clit. His hips started to move, pumping his hard shaft in and out of your opening as your eyelids fluttered.

"I've wanted you so long YN, shame your friend had to step in to make this happen, don't you think?"

His words were almost silent, you barely registered them as he picked up the pace. He leaned up, angling himself inside you to hit your sweet spot as Jess went to move away. Tommy quickly grabbed her hand and placed her fingers back on your clit.

"Make her cum with me," he said, encouraging her to carry on stroking you.

You'd never felt ecstacy like it. Raising your legs to his torso, he held them up under his hands and pistoned his hips, fucking into you hard and fast now you'd adjusted to him.

"You feel so fucking good, YN, squeezing my cock nice and tight," he was sweating, his voice coming in breathless pants as he filled you to the hilt. His balls slapping against your raised ass, your orgasm coming fast.

"Don't stop, please... Don't stop!" You begged, gripping the sheets by your head, feeling your juices coating his cock and thighs. Jess's fingers moved quick and hard over your swollen clit, her lips on your nipples, pulling and sucking on them.

With a scream of Tommy's name, you came hard - his thrusts hitting deep, and a loud grunt leaving his chest. His balls tightening and his cock spasming.

"Gonna fill you up YN, I'll cum so deep inside you, claim you - that what you want?"

"Yes.." you managed, although you weren't sure you heard him properly. As long as he didn't stop, you'd agree to fucking anything right now.

His hips moved so quick you couldn't catch your breath, and you felt his cum warm your insides - several ropes of it lining your walls, the pulse of his cock sending you over the edge again with a shrill cry.

"Fuck yes... That's my girl, keep cumming for me..." You felt your fluids gushing from you onto the sheets below, and his thrusts came to a gentle stop. His chest fell onto yours, his lips brushing yours lightly. After a few moments like this, his cock still buried inside you, you made eye contact again.

"You came inside me..." You whispered, suddenly worried.

"And I'll do it again - as many times as I can."

"I don't understand?"

"I've wanted you since the day I first saw you. You never returned my advances, so I figured you weren't interested."

"Advances?"

"Buying you a drink? Offering to walk you home from work? The flowers?"

"Those were from you?"

"Who did you think they were from?"

"Polly, for helping at the shop?"

"With a Shelby Company business card attached?"

"Yes Thomas, because that would have given it away wouldn't it?" You chuckled, making him laugh.

"He kissed you again, deeper this time, and pulled the blanket over the two of you, your head resting on his shoulder, his arm holding you close. Jess climbed in next to him, her head by his feet down the bed. She winked at you, snuggled into Tommy's chest, and you saw Tommy nod at her.

"What about Jess?" You asked, looking at Tommy. He kissed your forehead gently.

"I set this whole thing up - I was sick of seeing you ogle him every day and not do anything about it," she laughed.

"After that performance I'm happy for Jess to join us whenever you like," Tommy smiled, and rested his head against the pillow.

The three of you fell asleep as the morning light started to cascade into the room - casting an orange glow around you as you snuggled deeper into his chest, dreams of your future playing out beneath your closed eyelids.

[runnning-outof-time]

Note: this fic contains 18+ , NSFW content!

Ok so I read this in the morning and then I had to read it again to make sure that it was as good as I thought it was and that I wasn’t dreaming and...HOLY SHIT was it even more AMAZING than I remembered it to be!! 😳🥵😩🔥

You’ve exceeded my expectations big time with this one. Every single word was just so. fucking. hot. 😩 I truly don’t know how you manage to do it, but just please don’t ever stop!!!!

I also related to her hard at the end because I’m completely oblivious when it comes to those kinds of hints. And this line: "Yes Thomas, because that would have given it away wouldn't it?" had me laughing.

Thank you so much for writing this! I think I’m gonna go read it another five times haha 🥰❤️

[missymurphy1985]

Haha!! Thank you so, so much!! I do love your reviews - you go into such detail about what I've written, and you always catch the little details too!!

I'm so glad you liked it 😊 xx

[lestatgetbehindme]

PEAKY BLINDERS 5.06 | 4.06

[missymurphy1985]

How did I forget that Alfie shot Tommy in that scene?!

[queenshelby]

no offence, but when you complain about no getting much interaction on yoyr fics..not being consistent with ur updates might be the issue

I post something almost every day - how much more can I do? I’ve got a life (including a baby) too and writing isn’t always easy either. One has to come up with a storyline and sometimes that simply doesn’t happen. I get stuck with stories like everyone else. Some get more attention than others…

[missymurphy1985]

God this shit annoys me!!! I get Anons like this and I ignore all of them.

We don't get paid for this. It's a hobby. Something we enjoy. When we start getting hate like this brave person hiding behind an Anonymous Tag that's when you start to wonder what you're doing it for - which is why I ignore them now.

We write because we want to.

We don't have endless sources of inspiration.

We don't always have new ideas.

We sometimes won't post for a while.

We have lives outside of Tumblr - jobs, kids, families, commitments.

I love our followers, and we appreciate each and every one of you... The ones that understand that is.

[missymurphy1985]

One Shot Smut Challenge

Ménage à Trois - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader X OC One Shot

Warning - MFF Threesome - Smut - Oral (f&m receiving) - virgin reader - jealousy - slight breeding kink

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul

Requested By @runnning-outof-time

The drinks had been flowing all night - The Garrison finally reopened after months of renovation works, under new management.

That new management being the Peaky Blinders. The gang that ruled your hometown of Small Heath with razor lined caps and guns, swagger and serious sex appeal. Particularly it's leader - Thomas Shelby.

The man who'd been giving you and your friend Jess the eye all evening, and was now leading the two of you back to your house down the road from his on Watery Lane.

Within minutes of opening the door, he was on Jess - pushing her against the wall, his lips on hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding into her core as she moaned into his mouth. You watched with heated fascination as your more experienced friend reciprocated his passionate kiss, her hands in his short, cropped hair, a throb between your legs. He pulled away from her lips and looked towards you, placing Jess back on the floor gently and taking a step towards you.

"Are the rumours true?" He asked, stroking the side of your face.

"About me and Jess?"

He nodded. You nodded.

"Show me."

You took his hand and led him upstairs to your bedroom. Jess followed, grabbing the bottle of champagne Tommy had taken from the Garrison before the three of you left. Once you were in your bedroom he stood in front of Jess and began undressing her - her clothes discarded on the floor, he took the bottle of champagne and popped the cork. The foam emptied over her exposed breasts and stomach, leaking down between her legs, and he pushed her gently onto the bed, parting her legs and pouring more of the liquid over her body. He turned to you and pressed his lips against yours - removing your clothes as he did.

"Clean her up," he ordered, taking a seat on the chair by the desk in your room, swigging a mouthful of the fizzy liquid as he did.

Dutifully, you crawled over Jess and began kissing and licking the sticky liquid off her. Over her breasts, feeling her gasp and writhe underneath you. A glance back at Tommy, his trousers, jacket and shirt now removed - he sat in his shorts palming his erection underneath them while you licked and sucked Jess's flesh clean.

"Feels good YN..." She moaned under you, your mouth moving closer to her mound as you licked down her stomach.

"Make her cum for me before I fuck her," Tommy barked, and your mouth clamped over her core. Flicking your tongue over her clit like you'd done countless times in the few months you'd lived together, ever since you'd played a drunken game of truth or dare and she discovered you were not only a virgin, but also bisexual, like her. You had been exploring each others bodies every night since. A sin in the eyes of many, but clearly not Tommy. The only man who'd ever captivated you. The way his eyes followed you as you walked down the street. The way he smiled at you when he caught your eye. The confident swagger in his walk... There was no denying your attraction to him, and Jess knew you had a soft spot for the King of Small Heath, no matter how much you tried to deny it when she teased you.

Jess was grinding her pussy against your lips, so close to her orgasm you could taste it on your tongue, her sweet juices covering your lips. Pushing two fingers inside her, you hooked them up and rubbed the spongey button inside her soft walls hard, making her back arch and a cry of passion leave her chest as she came hard over your tongue.

A gentle but firm hand moved you out of the way, and Tommy pulled his shorts down. You gasped at the size of his cock - hard and firm and standing proudly, his hand pumping it gently as he lined himself up against her folds and pushed inside her. She groaned as she adjusted to his length penetrating her, clasping at her breasts to increase the pleasure and reduce the pain of his stretching her.

"Fuck you're tight..." He panted as he bottomed out, his hands replacing hers on her breasts as he moved his hips back and forth.

He looked at you and pulled you close, his lips on yours as he fucked Jess, his tongue passing through your lips and crashing onto yours, tasting Jess's release. One hand on the back of your head, tangled in your hair, the other on Jess's waist.

"Sit on her face, looking at me. I want to see your eyes when you cum on her tongue," he gasped, and you climbed on the bed, hovering your soaked core over Jess's lips. She grabbed your hips and pulled you down, snaking her tongue over your clit and lapping at you hungrily. Tommy's eyes were on yours, his gaze never leaving you as you rocked your hips over Jess's face, your own orgasm not far away - his darkened blue eyes increasing your desire.

Jess's moans were getting more intense, you could feel them vibrating through your core, adding to your pleasure.

"Don't stop, you both look fucking beautiful," his thrusts came harder and faster, the look of bliss on his face as he stared intensely into your eyes, watching you come undone in front of him.

"Oh god... That's it..." Your eyes flickered closed but his hand on your jaw opened them.

"Keep them on me - eyes on mine when you cum... Grind on her face, let me see you fall apart before I take that virgin pussy of yours eh?"

"Oh shit..mm... fuck.. gonna... Gonna..."

"Cum for me, YN, nice and loud..."

Your body shook with your release, you felt Jess cum with you, and Tommy pulled out, his seed spraying over Jess's stomach as he furiously pumped his cock. His eyes never once left yours, loud moans and pants filled the room. You looked at his cock - half mast, still leaking, and couldn't hide your disappointment.. but he leaned forwards and caught your lips again as Jess crawled out from underneath you both.

"Plenty more where that came from YN, give me five minutes and that pussy belongs to me," there was a menace to his tone that turned you on no end - and Jess came back.

"You'll need preparing YN," she grinned, laying you on your back and stroking her fingers over your folds. Sliding two inside you, she stretched your hole gently as your eyes watered from the new sensation.

"Breathe my girl... Relax for me," her soothing voice and her lips on your neck made your walls loosen, a third finger pushing in to join the other two.

"Don't make her cum - save that for me," Tommy said, stroking his cock over your lips. You opened your mouth almost instinctively, and his semi hard cock slid inside, your tongue lapping at the tip as it throbbed and hardened again between your lips.

"My cock looks fucking perfect in that sweet little mouth YN, keep going, keep licking my cock clean..."

Your tongue licked over his shaft, occasional nibbles at the skin making him jump and groan, his cock twitching against your lips.

"She's ready Tommy," Jess smiled, moving away. You reached for her to come to you, but she simply winked and sat on the chair, confusing you. Tommy hovered over you, kissing your neck and chest, rolling your breast under his fingers.

"Jess was good - but not as good as you're going to be," he murmured against your skin, and you felt his cock line up against your entrance, pushing inside you slowly.

"Oh fuck..." You whined, feeling the burn and stretch of being filled for the first time.

"It's okay, little one, I've got you, relax..."

Before long, he was at your barrier. Jess saw him pause and came back over, her hand snaking between you to rub circles on your clit. The sensations in your core so strong, you didn't feel Tommy pull back slightly, but you felt the sting of him slamming back in and gave a loud cry of shock - quickly subsiding with Jess's fingers easing the pain.

"Shh now... Let me make it feel good for you eh?" Tommy whispered gently, still hovering over you, leaving enough room for Jess's fingers to carry on teasing your clit. His hips started to move, pumping his hard shaft in and out of your opening as your eyelids fluttered.

"I've wanted you so long YN, shame your friend had to step in to make this happen, don't you think?"

His words were almost silent, you barely registered them as he picked up the pace. He leaned up, angling himself inside you to hit your sweet spot as Jess went to move away. Tommy quickly grabbed her hand and placed her fingers back on your clit.

"Make her cum with me," he said, encouraging her to carry on stroking you.

You'd never felt ecstacy like it. Raising your legs to his torso, he held them up under his hands and pistoned his hips, fucking into you hard and fast now you'd adjusted to him.

"You feel so fucking good, YN, squeezing my cock nice and tight," he was sweating, his voice coming in breathless pants as he filled you to the hilt. His balls slapping against your raised ass, your orgasm coming fast.

"Don't stop, please... Don't stop!" You begged, gripping the sheets by your head, feeling your juices coating his cock and thighs. Jess's fingers moved quick and hard over your swollen clit, her lips on your nipples, pulling and sucking on them.

With a scream of Tommy's name, you came hard - his thrusts hitting deep, and a loud grunt leaving his chest. His balls tightening and his cock spasming.

"Gonna fill you up YN, I'll cum so deep inside you, claim you - that what you want?"

"Yes.." you managed, although you weren't sure you heard him properly. As long as he didn't stop, you'd agree to fucking anything right now.

His hips moved so quick you couldn't catch your breath, and you felt his cum warm your insides - several ropes of it lining your walls, the pulse of his cock sending you over the edge again with a shrill cry.

"Fuck yes... That's my girl, keep cumming for me..." You felt your fluids gushing from you onto the sheets below, and his thrusts came to a gentle stop. His chest fell onto yours, his lips brushing yours lightly. After a few moments like this, his cock still buried inside you, you made eye contact again.

"You came inside me..." You whispered, suddenly worried.

"And I'll do it again - as many times as I can."

"I don't understand?"

"I've wanted you since the day I first saw you. You never returned my advances, so I figured you weren't interested."

"Advances?"

"Buying you a drink? Offering to walk you home from work? The flowers?"

"Those were from you?"

"Who did you think they were from?"

"Polly, for helping at the shop?"

"With a Shelby Company business card attached?"

"Yes Thomas, because that would have given it away wouldn't it?" You chuckled, making him laugh.

"He kissed you again, deeper this time, and pulled the blanket over the two of you, your head resting on his shoulder, his arm holding you close. Jess climbed in next to him, her head by his feet down the bed. She winked at you, snuggled into Tommy's chest, and you saw Tommy nod at her.

"What about Jess?" You asked, looking at Tommy. He kissed your forehead gently.

"I set this whole thing up - I was sick of seeing you ogle him every day and not do anything about it," she laughed.

"After that performance I'm happy for Jess to join us whenever you like," Tommy smiled, and rested his head against the pillow.

The three of you fell asleep as the morning light started to cascade into the room - casting an orange glow around you as you snuggled deeper into his chest, dreams of your future playing out beneath your closed eyelids.

[springsteens]

Holy shit this was incredibly hot 🔥🥵 honestly, we need more smuts with two women and one man in the fandom!!! I'm on fucking fire 🚒🤣

[missymurphy1985]

Totally agree!! Glad you liked it!!