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unchartedaffairsx · 1 month

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Failed Mission

Montague (fortnite) x (fem) reader

-> smut / unsafe sex

-> gun use

->idk shit about guns

->Montague forgot his tripod stand. Maybe your ass would work better

->2k words

(request)

Too bad working for the Society meant going on missions with the most annoying man ever.

Montague.

His french accent: annoying

His outfit: ugly

The way he nitpicks everything: infuriating

He never wanted to listen to You. He never got the right things on the list for the mission. Always forgetting something. Last time he forgot the sticky bombs. Wonder what he will forget this time. It was just a steak out mission.

There was a rumor that The Under Ground would be attacking Lavish Lair today. That’s how you found yourself on top of one of the snowy mountains that surrounded the mansion. Montague right next to you. His supplies are back in the Jeep. The two of you were just watching below. Trying to see if anything suspicious or off was going on.

You both just sat in the snow. You mentally hated it. Back at your mansion there was no snow. You lived closer to Ritzy Rivera. So coldness wasn’t something you cared for. Montague on the other hand? He must be as cold as his heart.

“Wait.. I see something.. I think it’s that Hope girl Valeria talked about.” He got up spraying snow all over. Some of it landed on you, letting out an annoyed groan when you got up. He walked over with his Sniper Rifle.

Here we go.

He loaded it and held up the gun. Until he noticed one thing.

He had the wrong scope. So aiming to hold it up wasn’t going to happen. He shook too much.

Mistake number two.

He didn’t even bring the tripod.

“What now? Did you forget something again?” Your voice was laced with annoyance already.

“Yes, in fact I did. I have the wrong scope.” He looked over at you as he spoke. Eyeing you up and down in thought.

“So? Get the tripod and aim the best you can.” You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious.

“I didn’t bring it.” His voice was lower now. Almost menacing. He was obviously annoyed at you too but he had an idea.

“So what now? I only have my AR that isn’t going to do shit from up here.” You practically yelled at him. He did this too often.

“I’ll tell you what we're gonna do. Get on your knees.” He demanded pointing near the edge of the cliff. “What the hell, why?” You questioned glaring at him.

“Just do it, trust me.” He kept pointing at the spot. He was far too strong to deny. He could just shoot you right now if he wanted too. So you listened and groaned as you let your knees sink into the cold snow. You mentally thought of ways to get him back. Maybe on another mission you could dump cold water on him or-

You were cut out of your thoughts when he shoved you down to the ground completely with his foot. Your face shoved into the snow and your arms slid down.

Your back end was arched up, ass in the air. You spit out snow as you lifted up your head. Using your hand to wipe off the snow. “What the fuck is your idea?” You looked back at him as he got on one knee. Laying the barrel of the sniper on your ass.

“Put your head down or i’ll blow it off.” He warned and watched you slowly lower your head.

“Hurry up.” You groaned. What the fuck kind of idea is this.

Montague on the other hand was having a hard time aiming right. One reason; you were moving too much.

Another?

He was staring at your ass. The position he got you in so easily. You both always got annoyed at each other and got into fights. Yet you both always chose to do missions together despite the hatred. With hatred comes tension. Sometimes the tension feels a little too sexual.

His eyes wandered from the target below to you to the target.

Once he finally focused in he got a good aim. His hand on the trigger ready to blow this Underground agent's head off you moved.

“Fuck!” He yelled pointing the gun's muzzle at your head. “Stop fucking moving.” He growled as he watched you freeze. You knew his dumb ass would never pull the trigger. But it did scare you slightly.

“My bad i’m in the freezing fucking snow with an idiot using my ass as a tripod for his fucking gun!” You yelled not even looking at him. Keeping your face forward as you felt the gun move from your head. It was replaced by his hands gripping your hair. He pulled you back to his chest. He dropped his sniper and leaned into your ear.

“Stop talking back.” His accent slurred most of his words when his voice was this low with anger. His other hand laid on your thigh.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Shoot me?” You smirked as him tugging on your hair didn’t make you scared. It makes your mind wander to other things. He was also losing his focus on the mission. His eyes looked down at you, how your lips slightly parted and you looked up at him fully. His hand tangled in your hair.

“No, I might do something else though.” He warned his eyes were half lidded now. The feeling of you pressed to his chest made him feel things he tried to ignore when around you. Now he was letting those feelings go freely.

“What is something else, Montague?” Your voice closed in a whisper as you got to his name. If only you knew how that drove him crazy. He could feel himself hardening. Dick straining against his dress pants.

“You really wanna do this?” His question was almost a whisper as he leaned his head down closer. His stubble looked so much better up closer. His blue and brown eyes looking into yours. The scar made him look menacing despite the blush on his cheeks.

His frosted tipped hair moved with the motion of the icy wind.

“Maybe I do.” Your hand moved on top of his hand that was laying on your thigh still. That gave him the answer he needed.

He closed the gap between you two and let his lips engulf yours. All the feelings of anger, annoyance, and sexual tension went into the kiss. All the times you two argued and got into each other's faces now came to a close. Any time you two argue after this it is surely going to end the same way this mission is going to end.

His hand moved yours off his as he slid it further down to the inside of your thigh. His hand in your hair pulling your head back further. He didn’t really like his angle of kissing. He wanted to grab your face and shove his tongue into your mouth.

Despite that desire he kept you in this position.

You pulled away from him and gasped slightly. He went to lean back in wanting, no needing more of you. He wanted your lips back on his. He actually wanted them all over his body.

“It’s too cold for this.” You sighed, you could feel his hard dick against your ass. Or was it his belt? Either way it was extremely hard.

“Why not?” He practically begged. His voice was still low but it had a desperate array to it. He wanted you now. He didn’t wanna wait.

“Let’s go to the Jeep.. come on. Je veux te baiser.” He cooed in your ear his french accent even more prominent as he spoke in his native tongue. “What does that mean?” You asked, laughing slightly.

He got closer to ear his hot breath tickling your neck.

“I want to fuck you.” His voice was so low and husky you could feel yourself throbbing.

“Then take me to the Jeep.” You whispered back and without a second thought he had lifted you up and was trudging through the snow to the Jeep. You littered his neck with wet sloppy kisses before he laid you down in the back seat. You scooted to the other seat as he crawled in. He leaned up to the passenger seat and grabbed the lever. Shoving it all the way to the front to give himself more room.

He loomed over you and smirked. “I want you on my lap now.” He growled and sat back in the seat. You crawled up to sit on his lap. He spread his legs out a little more. His diamond belt buckle really added to his outfit.

You leaned closer and kissed him. His medallion hitting your chest as you got closer. He kissed back. His plump lips moved with yours in such a needy fashion. He wanted you so badly. He wanted to fuck you so hard you’d forget about any other man who ever pleased you.

He pushed you back and took a breath. You took this pause to unbuckle his belt. Undoing his dress pants and just pulling out his dick from his boxers. You didn’t bother pulling his pants down. You just pushed the flaps of his pants to the side and his belt. He helped you slide off your pants quickly and underwear. He stared at you before leaning his head back against the headrest of the seat.

He grabbed your hips and lifted you over his perked up dick. “You ready?” He asked as he slid one hand down to line himself up with your entrance.

You nodded and slid down on him. You bit your lip holding back your moan. Montague on the other hand? He let his moan echo in the car. He didn’t hold back on the noises. He hadn’t fucked someone in so long.

He was too busy keeping the Society in order. He loved how your pussy tightened around his dick. This feeling was better than any successful heist he had ever been on. Money made him have a happy feeling but this pussy made him want to live.

He wanted to wake up every day knowing he could fuck you when ever you wanted.

He wanted to please you instead of annoy you.

He made a mental note to forget the tripod again.

“Montague..” You let his name slip out of your mouth in a high pitch moan. He grunted and slurred out random words or phrases in french. You didn’t understand them but you assumed they were good.

He held you still by the hips and slammed his dick up in you. Letting his hips go up and down ramming his dick into you. You both let out moans of pleasure. He slid one of his gloved hands down and used his thumb to make slow circle motions around your clit.

“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You squealed as you felt yourself coming undone with each thrush of his dick. He groaned in agreement and grabbed your face with his free hand. Slamming his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He moaned as he felt you cum on his dick. His motions became sloppy and he moved in and out at different paces. You watched his face scrunch up in pleasure and a low “oh fuck” came out of him before he pulled out and came on his vest.

Good thing he had 500 others.

He looked you in the eyes as you both calmed down from your highs.

“Oscar can defend himself.” He chuckled and pulled you back to him.

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unchartedaffairsx · 2 months

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cw: mentions of pubic hair/shaving.

fooling around with eddie at the drive in. you’re making out heavily in the back of his van, hands roaming all over, trying to silence your own moans with the doors being wide open. his chain rattles when he moves his leg in between your own, slipping his hand between your thighs when he lets out a gasp, “holy shit, you SHAVED?!”

“shh!” you urge him.

"where’d it all go? how am i supposed to navigate the scene this way? my favorite playground is bare! what happened?"

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, "nothing happened, i just wanted to change it up...i thought you'd might prefer it?"

he continues to stare at you with those wide doe eyes, making you giggle; but this was serious business to eddie, and he wasn't going to let it slide.

"i prefer it, if you prefer it. do you?" he asks.

you shrug, looking down at the tattoo peeking from his shirt, fiddling with his collar.

"i don't think i do, but..i wanted you to like it. i always hear about guys wanting it, like- totally bare. just got kinda self-conscious, i guess."

“sweetheart, i don't give a shit about what other guys think, i want it how you want it. you're the hottest babe i've ever laid my eyes on, you got that?"

"yeah," you nod, giving him a tiny smile, "thanks, eds."

"either way, bare or totally bushed out, i'm finding my way through your wilderness," he grins.

"okay," you scoff, "you've said just about enough. please go back to ruining me."

he laughs before tackling you, "my pleasure, sweetheart."

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unchartedaffairsx · 2 months

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older eddie wakes you up (fluff)

You’re in and out of sleep, when you feel the soft press of Eddie’s plump lips against your skin as the rasp of his low, smooth morning voice hums through your ears.

“Mornin’ baby. Gotta wake up.”

You press your face into your pillow, letting out a small whine when you realize you’d have to be leaving the warmth of his arms and the toasty bed.

“‘M sleepy,” you protest.

“Mhm,” he responds, laying another kiss on your jaw.

He moves to delicately place his palm underneath your cheek, guiding it back up from hiding to cradle half of your face. He lets out a small chuckle when your lips are squished and puckered from his little embrace, unable to resist the urge to peck them.

“I know you are, sweet girl. But we gotta get goin’. Got a long drive ahead.”

“Mmm. So cozy,” is all you answer, wiping at your eye.

The bed dips, and you feel the scruffy stubble of your man as he ignores your words and continues to press soft kisses to your cheek, slowly moving from your jaw to your ear.

You do nothing but lay there and smile as he loves on you, hoping he forgets you both need to leave soon.

He drags his pillowy lips, letting them linger on your skin while tracing fingertips steadily through your scalp. You let out a small giggle when his stubble travels across your neck, prickling at you. “Tickles.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Mm - should get up, baby. Everything’s already in the car and ready to go. We can grab some coffee before heading out, stop for a little breakfast when we want to. That sound nice?”

“Mmm, I want hash browns…'n some waffles...eggs.”

You’re so endearing it’s not even funny, he thinks.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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unchartedaffairsx · 3 months

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some more older eddie thoughts(750+ words)

just a bunch of rambling as I tried to get through this day that turned out longer than it should’ve been

It’s early afternoon when you make your way back into the house after tending to the garden. One freshly cut red rose is held carefully in your hand, the first bloom of the season that year and beautiful payoff of the fruits of your labor.

The downstairs is quiet. Eddie’s coffee mug sits empty on the kitchen counter and he’s missing from his usual spot, his favorite chair by the lamp where he likes to knit and read. And you’re sure wherever he is, his shadow isn’t very far behind.

Filled with a need to keep quiet, you head up the stairs, stepping expertly around any creaky spots as you go.

The door to your shared study is cracked a bit, the light shining through into the darkened hallway and Eddie’s soft voice hitting your ears.

Gentle steps carry you to the door, pushing it softly to take in the sight of Eddie sat on the floor with his back to you, crinkling papers in his hands as he nudges the cat.

“These aren’t for you buddy.”

You take in the side view of him from your not so concealed hiding spot. His attire of the day is a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tee. Those fluffy curls are pulled back into a messy bun and a pair of glasses sit on his perfect nose. A carefree smile lights up his face as he tries to bribe the cat with promises of treats later if he’s good.

He turns back to the papers in his hands, giving you the perfect opportunity to sneak up on him, the rose still safe in hand as you quietly move. Going down to sit on the floor just behind him, you wrap an arm around his waist and prop your chin on his shoulder.

Your nose rubs along the scars on his cheek as he melts into your touch, a hand finding yours resting on the softness of his belly.

“Whatcha doing?” A whispered question into his ear as your nose runs along the shell of it.

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart.” He laughs as he puts the papers on the floor, face down, hiding whatever it is that he’s up to.

“I’ve got a present for you.” You lilt with a kiss to his warm cheek trying to see what could be in the dark bags you’ve just noticed sitting in front of him.

You play along as your other hand moves, bringing the single rose into his line of sight.

“One of the first bloom of the season, Eddie.” The happiness in your voice makes his heart swell, knowing how much love and dedication you put into your little garden every year.

His unoccupied hand reaches to take it from yours, cautious of the thorns you remind him about, bringing the vibrant flower to his nose to inhale its sweet scent.

“Beautiful.”

“Just like you, Eds.” His ears warm at your response, even after all these years he’s still so affected by you.

Your legs wrap around his waist, resting below your hands now running soothing circles along his belly.

“Your turn.”

Amusement fills his huff of a response, “not a chance, sweetheart.”

You squeeze Eddie in your hold as you plead with him playfully, begging him to tell you.

“It’s a surprise.”

Surprise

He draws the word out dramatically with a smile on his face, intriguing you even more.

“Now scram, we’ve got work to do.”

He blows a kiss your way as you relent, heading out of the room and closing the door with a pout.

The next few days find Eddie working behind that closed door, running things into the house to hide in the study before you could see. Any time outside of that room was spent trying to keep you away from it so you wouldn’t peek, a job proving much harder than what he was building.

And when he shows you, maybe you cry a bit because it’s a bookcase, one he built for you with his hands. Not like the one currently sitting in the room that you assembled together a while ago.

One he carved and pieced together himself, painted exactly how you’ve always wished the current one would’ve turned out, and with so much space.

One similar to what you mentioned briefly in bed one night a few months ago as you complained about the need for one that could hold all of your things. The bookcase you had dreamed up in your head.

“Now you’ll have plenty of room for everything, babe. All your books, knick knacks, maybe some plants—”

He lets out an oof as your body hits his, wrapping him up in a warm hug, thanking him over and over with kisses landing all over his giggling face.

“Anything for you.”

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unchartedaffairsx · 3 months

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hey dolls, where are my miguel o’hara swifties at??? we are about to writer depressing and angst miguel one shots to different taylor songs. 😌

#fanfic #taylor swift #folklore #evermore #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader

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unchartedaffairsx · 3 months

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miguel keeps so many nsfw pics of you in his phone.

one where he’s taking you from behind and you’re looking over your shoulder with a lazy smile

one where you have your tongue laying flat against the tip of his cock and you’re looking straight into the camera

one where you’re laying on your back, bare breasts as you give your best naught smile to the camera and doe eyes that makes him go crazy

one where you have your tongue out, his cum dripping all over it as you grin widely and looking up to the lenses

one where has his large hand cupping your bare tit under the soft material of your tank top (and another where he’s playing with your nipples)

one where he takes a close up picture of your pussy spread open, filled with him cum

one where you both go sunbathing at the beach and he’s laying on the plump of your ass cheek

one where he pulls his cock out of your pussy halfway and sent it to your ex boyfriend because he can’t fucking stop texting you as he added with the caption that says ‘she’s fucking busy’

one where his face is buried deep into your pussy, hands gripping around your thighs. eyebrows furrowed, eyes red as a devil as he looks into the camera

one where it’s a night in, a movie is playing in the background as he settles his face in between your breasts while you read your book

one where you’re naked, just in your panties, on your stomach and rolling yourself a blunt

one where you just got both of your nipples pierced and he took the picture right after

and lastly, one where he fucked you on your wedding night, just in your white matching lingerie set, panties to the side, garters still attached around your thighs and a veil still perched on top of the crown of your head.

details here ;)))

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unchartedaffairsx · 3 months

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holup— ima need a moment with my thoughts 🥵🥵 miguel sending reader’s ex a photo mid-sex is so petty and so him!! he would follow up with a video of himself giving you back shots (he’ll hide your face because he’s a gentlemen (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)), flip the camera around to show his face with a smirk and say “lose her number” because he’s a cocky ass mf

MAAAN you’re onto something anon, cuz a waterfall just breaks down in between my legs🤤🤤

“hmm, you like that huh, baby?”

his lips pulls into a lazy smirk, heavy panting as he pounds you from behind. both of his hands gripping onto your hips, talons digging slightly into the skin giving you the perfect pain of pleasure,

“yes papi—fuck yes” you mewl, mouth slightly wide open as you release another moan that makes his cock twitch. “i love how deep you get inside me”

he exhales a dark chuckle as he pounds faster, “sé que te gusta. dirty, dirty fucking girl.” then he leans slightly to whisper on your ear. “only for me, hm?”

you nod, biting down onto your lower lip as you’re running out of things to say. your brain tends to fogged when you have his cock deep inside your cunt, but you wouldn’t have it any other way,

as he about to fist your hair up, he hears a ‘ding’ coming from your phone. his brows furrowed curiously, because who the fuck is hitting up your phone at this hour? couldn’t be someone from work,

“who’s that?” he asks breathlessly as he watches you pull your head back before grabbing your phone and check,

“aw fuck”

“what?” he asks again, hearing you groan. “who is it?”

“remember Jonathan?” you ask as you look over your shoulder at him

oh man, he does not need to be told twice.

his expression then slowly formed into anger and annoyance, grunting in disgust as he snatches your phone,

“i’ll teach him a fucking lesson” he says through gritted teeth, hips snapping back into yours as he continues to thrust even faster,

miguel unlocks your phone, pressing the camera before he starts to take a video of your backside. the sound of your dirty moans are filling the room as he plunges deeper, his other hand coming to give your ass a smack.

the word ‘papi’ and ‘miguel’ keeps falling off your lips like a prayer, and it just feeds his ego even more. because he knows that Jonathan will watch this video and learns that you don’t belong to that sorry excuse of a man anymore.

no. you belong to him.

“tell me, baby” he adjusts the camera to the back of your head, making sure that your face isn’t in it. “who’s pussy is this?”

“yours” you say without any hesitation, knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets far too hard. “and no one else’s”

“good girl” he then flips the camera to show his face. his expression is dead serious, eyes locked into the screen as if he’s staring Jonathan in person. and for the icing on a cake, his fangs make a tiny bit appearance just to creep him off.

“lose her number, tú hijo de puta. or i’ll kill you” with that he sends it to your ex, throwing your phone to the side. “now he fucking knows to not text you anymore ”

hearing that makes you flush as you giggle. miguel’s hand slowly glide down against you back and pressing you onto the mattress so he can lay his body down completely on top. “my woman” he whispers lowly into your ear,

“hm, maybe next time if he does it again, you should take a picture of me sucking your cock, right papi?” you suggest with a sly smirk,

he groans at that, his hand coming up to choke you as the other supporting his weight beside your torso.

“ay, that’s why you’re my everything, mami”

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unchartedaffairsx · 3 months

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lord. 😌

“Say please”

Miguel said as he pounded his cock deeply into you. His eyes are fixated on your boobs that bounce up and down. He’s hitting your cervix so deeply, you can’t take it. Your arms gripped at the sheets, begging for mercy.

“Miggy I can’t take it!”

“t-too much!”

He only shook his head at you. “Say please baby” He challenges as he pound into you harder. He watches as all thoughts evaporate from your pretty little head. Your mouth is open agape and you can’t even bring yourself to moan. The feeling is just so good. Miguel is so big and stretches you out, his cock creating a visible bulge.

He knows you can’t say please if you wanted to. He’s purposely fucking the words right out of you.

“Awww,can’t say please baby? I guess I can’t stop and give you a break”

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unchartedaffairsx · 3 months

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Within cells, interlinked (Miguel O’Hara x Ai/Hologram! Fem! reader)

Hiii! Very excited about this bad boy, this is inspired by K and Joi’s relationship in bladerunner 2049, and this panel from 90’s run of the Spider-Man 2099 comics. Also there is some heavily implied (at the very least one sided) holofang (Miguel x Lyla) at the beginning, if that isn’t your cup of tea, then I’m sorry but that’s how I wrote it. Not proofread, enjoy!

(Y/N)-Your name.

Implied (one sided???) holofang, Lyla is like basically dead, mentions of sex work, cursing, Miguel being a sad lonely lonely man, ansty (if you squint), Miguel being a little mad scientist like at the end. Tbh idk really know what to tag these as.

Word count: 3k

Masterlist Playlist I listened to while writing

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Neuva York 2099.

A dystopian wasteland that was once a pristine and other worldly city. But, like every other beautiful thing, it would be destined to fall, thanks to Kingpin, who now had the city under his thumb. Straile white buildings that once stood tall, crumpled and decayed, being replaced slowly but surely with dark titanium steel. Holographic projections filled the sides of ugly skyscrapers, advertising anything and everything, ranging from restaurants and video games to Ai women and cyborg upgrades.

Miguel’s original Ai assignment was unfortunately no longer functional, her software having been corrupted due to a virus that was released onto Miguel’s suit during a fight with Doc ock, Miguel having no other choice but to terminate her software, putting her out of her misery. It not only set Miguel back from his usual tasks as Spider-Man and his work at Alchemax, but the whole spider society, Lyla being the one who controlled the whole mainstream to the entire operation, along with help from Spider-Byte, but she couldn’t run the whole society technology wise, she had a life outside of her role there.

If Miguel had the time, he would have done what he had done the first time, and redesign her from scratch, raising her from her nonexistent grave. However, he knew he didn’t have the time. He had spent months programming her, not to mention the years it took for him to upgrade her into what she had become. It’s only been a week, and he could already see the cracks that were forming without her to hold it all together. His universe was already in disarray, he didn’t need another thing to crumble into dust in his hands.

The walk from the Alchemax back to his apartment was meant to help him clear his head, but it only dampened his mood more, bitter cold air and large dark clouds rolling in slowly, threatening to pour down on the decile city. Keeping his head held high and eyes forward despite his desire to go deep into a dark alleyway and swing the rest of the way home, keeping the tension in his temples build up with every sleazy salesperson attempting to sell him a sketchily low price for random gadgets that he was certain was stolen, or sex workers attempting to coax him into a small brothel. All kinds of lives walked past him as he ventured home, humans, cyborgs, full robots and AI holographic companions, a million life stories that could be told.

Less and less began to cross his path as he neared his apartment building, eye bags dark and sunken in as he turned his head to the left, he was now alone on the sidewalk, stopping as he put his hand on the railing that lined the evaluated walkway, he remembered not even 10 years ago, that very spot would look out to a beautiful pond, small ducks that pattered around, families gathering around to have little outings, ones that Miguel only ever really dreamed of. Now, all that was a ginormous digital billboard that would switch advertisers every week or so. Although he never really expected they’d project the one that was on display now. He had to squint a bit so that the now dripping rain didn’t get into his eyes as he watched the projection.

“The perfect companion, the perfect coworker, the perfect partner. Joi, your personal Ai. Everything you want to hear, everything you want to see.” The sentences rotated between each other over and over, Miguel stayed silent as he stared mindless at the naked back of the large Ai hologram, their skin admitting a light glow as she sensually ran her hands through her hair. Despite the words “companion” and “coworker” showing up on the ad, it was painfully obvious what the holographic woman was really meant for.

Still, he caught himself unable to look away, despite seeing the ads hundreds of times prior to this moment. He didn’t even register when the Ai had turned around and squatted in front him, making it so the two were at eye level.

“Hello handsome.” His eyes finally drifted up to meet hers once she spoke, he wasn't very fond of the default version they often used on most of their ads, so seeing this version in front of him was a lot more of a nicer sight to see. “What a day hmm?” When he didn’t respond she just came closer, “you look lonely… I could fix that…” She whispered with a head tilt, “you look like a good Joi…” before getting back up and moving away from Miguel once more.

Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was his way of pretending he wasn’t mourning an algorithm, maybe it was just him being tired of carrying everything on his shoulders, still… his eyes slowly went down to his orange watch, moving it in front of the bare glowing figure, before his free hand slowly hovered over the watch, hesitating for a moment, before pressing purchase.

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Once Miguel got home he spent the next hour or so reworking your programming, jailbreaking and removing restrictions, wanting to make sure you were prepared to handle the society’s system before he even turned you on to make sure you wouldn’t crash the second you were hooked up to it.

Eventually, once everything ran to meet his expectations, he stood back and waited for you to appear in front of him. Waiting impatiently as he watched the small loading circle chase itself until you appeared, although you weren’t fully “awake” still, eyes closed, head slumped forwards and arms hung limply to your sides. Still needing to be given a name, an outfit and if he desired to change anything from your physical appearance he could. He decided to keep your assets the same, and placed a simple outfit on you, deciding if you ever evolved enough to be sentient on the same level as Lyla was, that he’d give you free range to change it. For a name though, it was a bit harder of a choice.

Maybe it was him having his previous one for as long as he did, but he wanted you to be… different, then her, a name that wasn’t, well, Lyla. Something nice and pleasant to say, but not simple enough for him to forget in the midst of him in a fight. After some pondering, he finally typed in the name into his watch and pressed the “finalized model”. Releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he saw your head slowly begin to lift and your eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Hello Miguel.” You said him a smile.

“Hello (Y/N).” His lips twitched upwards for half a second.

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It took a while for your program to adjust and be accustomed to the database, he never realized how much strain he put on his older Ai until he watched you try and accommodate the same thing, yet then again, he built it all around her, instead of vise versa. It wasn’t just you who had needed some time to adjust though. The amount of times that spiders (including Jessica and Miguel) would call for Lyla still instead of you was starting to… annoy you for lack of a better term.

You had been patient at first, appearing despite the slip up, simply correcting the person who called for you and going on with the request, then it seems that the patience started to run thin. Rolling your eyes or letting out snarky little remarks, then eventually you just started to not respond unless they called you by your actual name, which only led you landing yourself in a lecture from Miguel, being threatened to reboot your system. Him ranting about how it could be dangerous or something, after the first few times, it stops being fear insulating, once you even let out a yawn at his usual lecture. A yawn. How close he was to throwing his desk across his office.

The longer you stuck around the more knowledge you gather, the more self-aware you become, mimicking human thoughts and emotions, reading anything you could get your digital little hands on. From the words of Ancient Greek philosophers to thousands of different articles on how the human brain works, what different areas controlled what. You found humans quite interesting, such complex yet flawed creatures, you can understand why so many filmmakers and authors who write science fiction have some odd variation of robots wanting to either become humans or destroy them.

It’s almost cliche, but you can’t help but develop the same fascination with Miguel. How could you not? You were quite literally around him 24/7, you could tell he wanted to be taken care of when he wasn’t taking care of everything himself, and who were you as his assistant to refuse?

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“Welcome back Miguel.” You smiled as you appeared next to the door before he could even step foot through its threshold. Your eyes followed him as he took his shoes off and threw his keys on the coffee table in the middle of the living room, landing with a loud clunk.

“I just saw you back at HQ.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he closed the door behind him before he made his way to his kitchen, “It's been 20 minutes.” He added as he turned the corner, being met with you already there, leaning against the counter as his coffee machine was already pouring him a new cup in his favorite mug, with the stove being lit on for him to place his left overs onto to warm up.

“Being greeted when you arrive home helps boost your overall well-being.” You quipped, which only gained a small hum of acknowledgement as he placed a pot of bistec on top of the open flame, and a bowl of leftover white rice in the microwave.

“It could also help boost my overall well-being if you didn’t act like such a brat half the time.” He countered back as he stirred the streak and potatoes to make sure it didn’t burn before turning to face you, meeting you with that all too familiar smirk he always gave you. You were quick to mirror it. “You're supposed to make my life easier, ya know?” Despite it being a rhetorical question, your smirk only widely more.

A silence fell over the kitchen as he goes back to focusing on his food, you just stay there, watching as he made quick work fixing his plate, mumbled a small “sorry” to you everytime he would “bump into you” (as Miguel liked to call it) despite him only passing through your holographic body as he grabs the plate and cup of coffee and goes it set it down at the table, making sure to be fast as to not hold onto the gradually warming glass crockery long enough to burn his rough hands.

With a sigh, he sat down in front of his plate as he heard the faint noise of your projection deactivated from the kitchen, leaving him alone in the quiet home of his. He’s fork moving around the contains on his plate, piercing the potatoes and steak but never lifting it up to bite into the steaming meal. After a few more moments of playing with his food, he placed his fork back down, keeping his eyes down on his plate despite him lifting his head up.

“(Y/N).” He called out after cleaning his throat.

“Yes?” Your voice called back out, ringing through his apartment as he waited for you to reappear, only to let out a huff when you didn’t.

“…have dinner with me?” When he finally looked back up, he was met with you already in the chair across from him, a digital plate of food replicating his in front of you. His lips twitched up as he whispered a light thank you for entertaining his wish, even down to mimicking eating as you both sat there, his eyes never leaving yours.

After his appetite was satiated, and the dish were washed, he wander to his living room, being met with the sight of you already being sat down on one of the small leather accent chair that sat to the right of the coffee table, a small orange tablet-like screen being held in your hands as you tampered away on it, most likely readjusting tomorrow's schedule or researching more on some random topic you found interesting. Leaning against the doorway, he couldn't help but watch you, admire you. He found it humorous that you chose to physically sit down and read about topics even though you were built with the knowledge of practically everything. It made you feel more… real. It made him feel less insane when he found comfort in your company.

“Would you like me to leave you alone mig?” You asked after a second, eyes never leaving the screen in front of you. His heart stopped for half a second when you called him by the nickname as he shook his head.

“¿Qué estás haciendo?” He asked as he made his way towards you, stopping once he was close enough that if you had a physical being, his legs would have been touching your knees. (What are you doing?)

“Just going over your suit diagnostics, I’ve noticed that it’s been lagging a bit.” You hummed, not even fazed by the close proximity.

“…(Y/N).”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.” He commanded, but his tone is still somewhat soft with the order, your screen evaporating from your hands as you went to meet his gaze. He hesitated for a moment, leaving his dry lips before finally continuing. “You know, I feel like I don’t appreciate you enough.”

“Miguel, I’m your Ai assistant, my whole purpose is to help make your life easier.” You couldn’t help the slight snark that came seeping through your sentence, causing him to let out a scoff and playful eye roll.

“That’s not what I mean, you know that.” He countered with a head tilt, his hands sliding over his thighs and finding their way into his front jean pockets.

“What do you mean then?”

“What do you think I meant?” Now it was you who let out an eye roll as you huffed.

“Miguel, you know I can’t ‘think’. I’m not human, I can simply process and collect information and recite it back. I speak only in facts and unbiased sources.”

He couldn’t help but hate it when you talked like that during casual conversation, despite the deadpan look in your eyes and the small sass in your infliction, it only reminded him that you weren’t real. The only difference from your body and air, was that you were a set of ones and zeros. He could swat a hand through your body and you would simply glitch around it as it interrupted your coding and it attempted to adjust around him, how for once, he wishes that when he would “bump into you” that he would be met with solid flesh, you stumbling back a bit while you scold him, his hand coming around to met the small of your back to help re-stabilize your footing as he lets out a small chuckle.

“Don’t be a smartass with me (Y/N). You know, most humans I know don’t have the ability to think either, and they for sure aren’t as nearly intelligent or knowledgeable as you are. If they can form an option then you can too.” He was met with your face contorting in confusion, a rare expression on your face, one he appreciated when he got the opportunity to witness it. “I want you to think, give me an original thought. Not a statistic, not a fact. Think for yourself (Y/N).” The was a pause before your lips parted.

“I… I think…”

“Thaaaat’s it…” He leaned forward, his face close to yours as he encouraged you to continue in a low whisper. “I think?”

“I think… that if I was a human, that… that I would be in love with you Miguel.”

Oh.

“(Y/N).”

“Yes Miguel?”

“Shut off.”

“Yes Miguel.”

Within a blink, you were gone. His hands came out from his pockets with a heavy sigh, before he rubbed his face and ran them through his hair, causing the semi-neatly slicked back hair to become desiveled. Glancing around the now empty living room, the small constant buzzing from your hologram now being replaced with the gentle tapping of the rain against his window.

Miguel O’Hara was truly a lonely man. A man with weaknesses and flaws despite himself, a man with feelings, and vulnerabilities and emotions. Miguel O’Hara was just a man, just a human. A human who wanted to be loved. To not be seen as some sort of emotionless being, the irony wasn’t lost on him that the only thing that seemed to really care for him, and see him in that way was something that wasn’t even programmed with actual emotions. Oh how he wished you were real, how you were human.

He couldn’t turn you into a human, but he could get close.

With a sigh he entered his home office, the only room he had restricted giving you access to appearing in. Closing the door behind him before leaning against the door, his eyes instantly finding themselves stuck on the limb on the table. An arm to be more specific, the synthetic flesh that matched your complexion wrapped around its exoskeleton. It took him almost a month to do just one arm, and although the time length of that he estimated for this project was a bit more lengthy then he’d like, if it meant getting every minuscule and minute detail perfected, he’ll take all the time in the world for it. He’d make sure it was perfect, that you’d be prefect.

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sexual sentences .

oral ———————————–

“ your mouth is so warm and wet ”’

“ open wide, baby ”

“ god i love the way your tongue feels on me ”

“ deeper — shove your tongue — deeper ”

“ you’re making me tremble ”

“ lick me — there again ”

“ how do you like my tongue between your lips? ”

“ flick my clit — ”

“ slower… drag your tongue over me… ”

“ i can’t wait to lick your… hard… gorgeous… cock… ”

“ all i want is to feel you deep down my throat… ”

“ baby, your lips are so tight… god… ”

“ you’re — gonna make me come like this — ”

“ can i fuck your throat? ”

“ wanna fuck my throat? ”

“ how’s this? ”

“ i just want to kiss your cock/pussy/ass all over… ”

fingering ———————————–

“ one finger in — how’s it feel? ”

“ think you can take a couple of more? ”

“ grind against my hand, show me how much you want me ”

“ i’m so wet for you… i need your fingers…”

“ work your hips for me ”

“ you’re doing so good ”

“ when can i have more? ”

“ you’re making me impatient… ”

“ you’re so wet and nice ”

“ that’s it — let’s stretch you all nicely… ”

“ i can’t wait to be inside you ”

“ do you want me? more of me? hm? ”

“ someone’s eager to see me… ”

“ god… just… slip your fingers into me already, you tease… ”

“ your lips are so good, baby… ”

“ suck on my fingers. ”

“ kiss my thumb ”

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dirty talk .

a collection of dirty talk found around social media .

“I can’t get enough of you touching me.”

“I love when you push me against the wall.”

“I can’t wait until I get to rip these pants off of you.”

“That feels so good.”

“I’m gonna cum if you keep up this.”

“I love the way your cock tastes in my mouth.”

“I love the taste of your pussy against my tongue.”

“I want your fingers inside me.”

“I want your mouth against me.”

“I want your fingers deep down my throat.”

“I want your cock inside of me.”

“I want to feel how much you want me.”

“I want to make you cum.”

“I want you cum all over my mouth.”

“I want to feel your legs tremble around my waist.”

“Make me want you.”

“Show me how much you want me.”

“I can’t get my mind off you.”

“Touch my breasts.”

“I would love to bend you over the counter.”

“I can’t get enough of the idea of you on your knees for me.”

“Spread my legs and make me weak.”

“I want your hands all over me.”

“Grope me.”

“Kiss me.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“Where do you want me to kiss you?”

“How do you want me?”

“Why don’t you come closer?”

“Where would you like to kiss me?”

“You like it when I spank you, don’t you?”

“I can’t stop thinking about your tight ass draped around me.”

“I can’t stop fantasizing about your legs spread over my face.”

“I just want to run my tongue inside your pussy.”

“You like it when my brush my cock against you?”

“I love how your tongue feels on my clit.”

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“I want to tear your clothes off and make you mine.”

“Your breasts look so good in that top.”

“I love the way you grind against me.”

“The lace feels so good against my fingers.”

“Your hands are so warm.”

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dirty whispers .

husky breaths & muffled confessions

“ the thought of you inside me makes me so wet…”

“ i want you so badly… ”

“ i just can’t stop thinking about your hands on my body…”

“ i want to feel all of you… ”

“ your hair smells so great… ”

“ kiss my neck… all the way up… ”

“ your breasts are so soft… god, i can’t get enough of them… ”

“ i can’t get enough of you… ”

“ the way you touch me leaves me speechless… ”

“ my heart won’t stop beating… ”

“ where do you want my hand…? ”

“ how do you want me…? ”

“ your lips are so pretty… ”

“ your hands are so warm… ”

“ your ass is so plump… ”

“ put your hands on my ass… ”

“ your hair is so soft… i love the way it feels between my fingers… ”

“ your mouth is so warm… ”

“ i love the way your fingers feel around me… ”

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my knees are weak, my lips w e t and i need you inside me — more than ever.

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nsfw prompt list .

send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).

blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).

buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.

butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.

claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.

closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.

covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.

dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.

discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.

free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.

freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.

game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.

hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.

peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.

radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.

showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.

silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.

steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.

strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.

talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.

tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.

voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.

you’ve got mail. either muse reacting to yours having left a dirty voice mail.

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Ceramic Lessons - Part Five

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

GIF by nofckingfighting

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

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

Warning: Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sounds interesting," he replied, nodding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you erase that feeling?" you asked softly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled in response. "Good to know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It does” he laughed and you with him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cillian grinned as he watched your reaction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too” you smiled

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unchartedaffairsx · 9 months

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you'd never guess (i'd never know)

synopsis: the only thing eddie roundtree likes about billy dunne is his younger sister.

warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill, but it's never mentioned)

a/n: the lack of eddie smut on here is appalling

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“Where are you going?”

Frozen in your tracks, you slowly turn around and meet Eddie’s still sleepy but inquisitive gaze, and as his eyes look you over from head to toe, it morphs into a distinctive shade of lustful. You allow yourself the liberty to admire him as he does the same to you - unguarded and vulnerable in his half-awake state, the nest of tangled light brown hair on top of his head, his naked body painted with love bites underneath the white hotel sheets.

You want to kiss him.

“Sweetheart, c’mon. Come ‘ere.” He tries coaxing you, but you know the rules by now. No matter how sweet the temptation is, no matter the things his deep, husky morning voice does to your insides, no matter the way your heart threatens to beat out of your chest everytime you lay eyes on him, you need to be unfailingly secretive about this, whatever it is, between you two. Otherwise the deadly tornado of a man your brother Billy is will turn it into ruin with a single flick of his hand.

Even still, it seems that you’re the only one rightfully worried.

"Eds, I have to leave, you know this.”

Something hardens in his gaze for a moment, but it quickly slips away. It pains you to watch it. You lean down to kiss his cheek in an attempt to make him feel better, but he turns his head around, capturing your lips with his. You gasp and instinctively fist your hands into his hair as he rearranges you to sit on his lap. There’s something desperate about the way he holds you and kisses you this particular morning and it sets everything in you on fire. You moan into his kiss despite your brain screaming at you to get the fuck up and leave before anybody finds out you’re not in your room. Eddie seems to sense your overthinking, as he usually does, and slips his cold hands underneath your blouse, letting his long fingers trace your spine, trying to soothe you.

"Focus on me. Don’t think about anything else.” Eddie instructs and you suddenly feel lighter.

You kiss him again, a silent thanks for bringing you back to the present, and it’s his turn to moan as he presses you down on his hard-on.

"A couple of kisses and I’m already rock hard like a fuckin’ teenager. Jesus, the things you do to me.” He mutters, more to himself than you, but the words still manage to leave their impact on your nether regions.

“Eddie, Eddie…” you pant as his mouth begins to place greedy kisses down your neck. “We’re…we’re going to be late for breakfast.”

He laughs against your skin and you swear you’ve never felt something so good.

“I’m already having my breakfast, sweetheart, and it’s much better than the shit they serve down there.”

Fuck.

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“Anyone got any idea where Eddie and my sister are?” Graham asks his friends, in the midst of swallowing his piece of omelet.

Warren shrugs.

“Eddie’s probably still sleeping. I mean, when has he ever shown up for breakfast on time? Let the guy get some sleep, man.”

Graham nods a couple of times, deeming the explanation logical. It doesn't stop him from thinking about the person left out from it.

"Yeah, sure," he starts "but my sister always shows up. I...I don't know, maybe she slept in this time, but maybe I should go up and check."

Karen suddenly pipes in from her place next to Graham, putting her hand on his thigh.

"Don't. For we all know, she's just sleeping in." She says, looking at Warren from across the table pointedly, who takes the hint and nods reassuringly at Graham. "And you know how she gets when someone wakes her up. Let her rest."

"But what if she's hungry when she wakes up?"

Karen sighs, closing her eyes for a couple of seconds. Warren inhales sharply, a tell-tale sign of him holding in his laughter.

"Graham. She isn't an infant. I'm sure your sister is fully capable of getting breakfast for herself." She says, but he still doesn't look entirely convinced.

"Yeah, but I don't want her to be alone." Graham pauses. "I don't want her to feel lonely, y'know."

"Hey, chill man. She and Eddie wake up around the same time anyway, they usually get breakfast together, don't they? I really don't think there's anything to worry about." Warren adds, as he takes the last bite of his P&J sandwich.

Graham silently leans back in his chair and Karen takes the opportunity to change the subject.

"Anyway, uh, how's Lisa, Warren?"

KAREN SIRKO: I knew she and Eddie were fucking from the moment I saw them together.

WARREN ROJAS: For the record, I had no idea they were fucking.

GRAHAM DUNNE: [sighs] Can we not talk about this, please?

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"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you look so good bouncing on my cock like that."

You don't know how long you two have been going at it. What you do know, however, is that Eddie Roundtree, the insatiable sex maniac, has already put you through five different positions and this is the sixth one.

"Eddie, I…I don't think I can..." You start saying as you feel your strength leaving your body, but he knows. He always knows.

He tightens his hold on your hips and drags you up and down his cock and you have to physically put a hand over your mouth when he hits that spot inside of you.

"Found it, huh?" He comments, with that goddamn cocky glint in his eye and you would have normally rolled your eyes at him if it weren't for the fact that they were already rolling towards the back of your head.

"Shut...up!" You pant, and he smirks. As soon as you see that smirk, you involuntarily tighten around him. Eddie groans when he feels it and you lean down to kiss his Adam's apple, and then - him. He cups the back of your neck with one large hand and you shiver.

"I'm, I'm close. Eddie, fuck!" You barely manage to stutter out and he goes even faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. He presses a sweet kiss to your collarbone and immediately goes back to whispering filthy things into your ear.

"Cum for me, love. Cum on my cock." He urges, breathless, something swimming in his eyes you've never seen before, and you do just that.

You think you might have screamed. You don't know. All you remember is Eddie.

You hide your face in his shoulder, sensitive and exhausted - he cums shortly after, your name on his lips like a prayer. You sigh when you feel him soften inside of you. He falls back on the pillows and you fall along with him, head on his chest and his hand playing with your hair.

It's comfortably silent after that, so silent in fact, that for a second you think Eddie might have fallen asleep. You tilt your head upwards to place a kiss on his jawline, but you find him already staring back at you, an uncharacteristically contemplative look on his gorgeous face.

"What?" You question, growing increasingly worried.

This is it, you think, this is when he ends things.

My worst fear is coming true.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Y'know, I've played in front of hundreds of thousands of people. I know what anxiety feels like. But laying in that bed with her, looking at her, was the most nervous I'd ever felt in my entire life.

"I…" He begins and closes his mouth, as if carefully choosing his words, but doing nothing to ease the pit in your stomach. "Well..."

You stand up upright, a typical "Dunne frown", as he liked calling it, on your face.

He should look me in the eyes, at the very fucking least.

"Oh, is this what you're doing now? Fucking me one last time before you reject me? You've had your fun, is that it?"

Y/N ROUNDTREE: I do admit that I... misjudged the situation. But when you've been with assholes in the past, sometimes you come to conclusions a bit too quickly.

Eddie's face scrunches up into a mixture of shock, confusion and slight sadness.

"What?" He asks so loudly that it makes you feel embarrassed. "What in the actual fuck are you on about? Why would you even think that? Sweetheart, I was going to say I love you."

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I'll never forget the look on her face, swear to God. [laughs]

"What?" You parrot back, just as loudly. It takes a beat or two for the words to sink in. When they do, you start laughing like you've never heard anything funnier.

Eddie simply looks at you like you've grown two heads.

"Oh, Eds. Please don't lie to me like this." You cover your face with your hands.

Suddenly, your hands are being gently pulled away - he's staring at you so softly you think you might die. You might have actually died and this is your heaven. It certainly feels like it.

He whispers your name and you whisper his back.

"I love you." He says, cupping your cheeks, and keeps repeating it as if trying to get it through your head.

"Eddie…" you breathe against his lips. He pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, pupils dilated like you're his new favorite drug. You might actually be. "Eddie, I lo-"

"SOUNDCHECK IS IN 30 MINUTES, ROUNDTREE, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE DAMN BED!"

Fuck.

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EDDIE ROUNDTREE: She might not have told me she loved me that day, but - [shows wedding ring] - I know. I know.

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