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Secret affairs || 》 Aemond Targaryen 《 OneShot

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister!reader

warnings: sorry guys, I'm new to this, I'd say probably mild smut? And also, incest between siblings obviously, a few curse words. Also the dinner scene is a little violent. Love y'all!

summary: Aemond has always found comfort in the loving arms of his sister, that's exactly what he does after his brawl with Jace at the family dinner.

It had been obvious, considering the ridiculous tension in the room. But the moment, Jace and Helaena started dancing, without Aegon bashing anyone's head in, I had considered us to be safe.

But Luke just had to laugh.

At him.

The moment he slammed his hand on the table, followed by a "final tribute", I knew we were done. But I also did not try to stop him. What good was there in it? I could not have prevented it anyway, he was too stubborn and too proud. My seemingly level-headed brother who also was also a brooding, ticking bomb, just waiting to explode.

"To these three...Strong...boys."

"I dare you to say that again."

"Why? 'twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?"

The next thing I saw was how Jace punched him right in the face. I instinctively jumped up - as if I could have done anything to help - but to no one's great surprise, Aemond did not even flinch. He did not even spill the wine from his goblet. The next moment, he tilted his head to the side and pushed Jace to the ground. Luke jumped up as well, only to have Aegon slam his head into the table.

Everyone was screaming and hissing wildly, but Aemond watched with a smug expression as guards pulled the boys back, only to be confronted by Rhaenyra and Daemon.

I finally woke up from my trance and rushed forward, gripping his elbow tightly.

"Was that really necessary?" I asked and sighed.

He was actually calm, which made the situation all the more unnerving. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at me.

"Jace swung first. I was merely speaking my mind. You should be happy.”

I rolled my eyes.

"That may be technically true, but we both know you provoked him. We barely made peace with them."

Aemond gave me a glare. He didn’t like when I was the logical one, especially when it came to the situation at hand.

“And why should I care? Luke’s a bastard.”

"Shh."

I grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the tumult.

"Are you trying to get your tongue cut out?"

He pulled his elbow out of my grip. He hated that.

“What? It’s the truth.”

He crossed his arms again. So stubborn. I hated that.

"I know it's the truth. But don't you remember the last time we discussed this so openly, hm?" I pointed at his eye patch. "Mother barely talked father out of having you sharply questioned, just hours after you lost your eye. Aemond..." I lowered my voice.

"Father will always be on their side, you know that."

He was silent for a brief moment, before rolling his eye in annoyance.

“I am perfectly aware of that.”

He huffed before grabbing my arm and pulling me behind one of the pillars so no one would overhear.

Behind the pillar he was closer to me than he had been all night. His one hand was on my arm, keeping it from moving, but the other was gently placed on my waist, to keep me in place as well. His face was completely stoic, yet I could tell there was anger and frustration bubbling up within him.

“I am not an idiot. I know father does not care about me or any of us. I am well aware that he would choose Jace or Luke over us, any day.”

My expression softened and I gently touched his cheek.

"I know they're bastards, Aemond. And I'm not angry at you for provoking that fight. I'm just worried about you."

His body seemed to relax as I touched his cheek. Yet, he stubbornly still refused to show any proper emotions.

“Worried about me? I can take care of myself. You don’t need to protect me.”

"Yes, I do. In fact, we need to stand up for each other. You, Aegon, Helaena, mother and me. Because no one else cares about us." I said firmly.

He hated admitting it but I was completely correct. He did not speak for a moment. He still held me close, refusing to let go even as he looked at me.

“That does not change the fact that they are bastards. That does not change the fact that Jace will be heir to the throne one day, simply because Rhaenyra is a whore.”

"Aemond." I said sharply and glanced around. Everyone was busy chattering wildly in a mess.

He grunted as he moved towards me, pinning me lightly against the pillar with his body. His hands went to my waist, just to hold me in place as he bent his head so it was next to my ear.

“You may be the only person I love in this family, but that does not mean I will not speak the truth if I want to.”

I closed my eyes.

"I..."

I swallowed.

"I'm not asking you to stop. Just...not here. If someone overheard that, Aemond...It would be considered treason." I said quietly.

His one, amethyst coloured eye shut as his head stayed close to mine. His body was still pressed against me, keeping me trapped between him and the pillar.*

“You are too soft, you know that? Too scared. Father would not care if someone overheard us.”

I scoffed.

"Father would have our tongue cut out in no time if it meant he would protect Rhaenyra and his precious succession."

He growled softly in annoyance as he pulled away from me, still keeping me caged in with his arms, but not as close as before.

“Damn him. One of his bastard grandchildren could do the worst thing in the world and he would still protect them until he dies. But then he would not bat an eye if anything happened to any of us. I mean hell, I lost an eye and he did not give a damn.”

"Do not remind me." I almost hissed. I remembered that day vividly. Aemond did not even shed a single tear, except for when the panic coursed through his body, right after it had happened. Later on he only said Do not mourn me mother. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon. While I had spent all night sobbing.

He heard my hiss, and he immediately felt guilty. He knew that day effected me, maybe more than it effected him. His voice had become much softer as he spoke again.

“I have not forgotten the look on your face.”

He gently grabbed my chin, forcing my head up gently to look at him.

“It was like you were the one who lost an eye.”

I reached out and gently trailed my fingertips along the outline of his eyepatch.

"If only it had been me." I said quietly.

His eye shut as I grazed his eyepatch. He hated when I said things like that.

“Do not ever say that.”

He suddenly grabbed my wrist, so I would stop touching the eyepatch. He could tolerate a lot of things being said about his missing eye, but the one thing he could not take was when I made that comment.

He gripped my wrist tightly as he continued to hold it. He could still remember how upset I was that night. How I cried and cried and how nothing he could say seemed to calm me down. He even remembered holding me that night, just so I would calm down.

He pulled my arm gently, forcing me flush against him once more as he leaned down so he was once again close to my ear.

“The look on your face that night, seeing me all bloodied up and missing my eye…I do not want to ever see that look on you again.”

I sighed deeply. "I felt like I was dying."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest to hide it. I sniffled softly but somehow I had to smile.

"I still cannot believe you had to comfort me."

He instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist when I held onto him. He even smiled slightly as well as I buried my face in his chest.

“You could not handle the sight. You are too soft and emotional.” He teased.

I shook my head.

"It was not the sight that made me go insane that night. It was...you. It happened to you of all people."

Aemond’s heart skipped a beat when he heard me say that. He was quiet for a brief second. A thousand feelings and thoughts passed through his mind. Yet his voice was quiet and soft, almost sheepish even after a second.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

I pulled my head back and gently cupped his face in my palms.

"It means, I love you and you got hurt that day. And that almost killed me." I said quietly.

He felt a shiver go down his spine when I gently cupped his face. No one had ever touched him, especially his scarred face, with that sort of gentleness. No one but me. He found himself leaning into my touch, his eye closing for a moment.

“It is just an eye, Venice.”

His voice was uncharacteristically soft. He hated feeling vulnerable. It was one of his only weaknesses- me.

"Not to me." I whispered back.

He was silent again. He suddenly felt like that night again. When I had cried and begged and pleaded for him to be more careful. How I had wrapped his face in a cloth and tended to his eye, while trying to keep his face hidden from others.

His voice was still soft, as if something in his mind had suddenly snapped. He swallowed as his hands held onto my waist.

“You love me too much, you know that?”

I smiled gently.

"I am well aware." I said quietly. "I cannot help it."

He was quiet for a moment, soaking in my words, soaking in my touch. He suddenly pulled me fully against his body. My head tucked under his chin so he could hold me as close to him as he could.

“You are being ridiculous.”

Yet he could not deny that he craved my love and affection all the time. He was desperate for my attention.

I laughed softly.

"And you are an emotional cripple." I teased.

He chuckled lowly as he held me even closer with one arm, while the other hand went to my waist once more. He suddenly grabbed a little tighter at my hip. He loved my teasing. No one had ever spoken to him in such ways before. He knew our father might not even give us a second glance if we were suddenly dead. Mother was trying. In her own way. And failing.

“I am not an emotional cripple. You are just annoying. An annoying brat.”

I smiled warmly and pinched his cheek.

"I know you are not. I was teasing you."

He grunted and made a face as I pinched his cheek. He tried to act annoyed, yet he was actually quite fond of my touch. He suddenly pinched my on your rib, in the same place he knew I was ticklish. Accidentally, of course.

I laughed breathlessly and swatted his hand away.

"Hey!"

“Whoops.”

He said nonchalantly, as if it really was an accident. However he smirked when I swatted his hand away.

"Careful now, little sister. I may have to start tickling you for real.”

I smirked and looked up at him.

"You better not, you know? I fight back."

I bit my lip and my expression turned more serious when I heard how mother apologized to Rhaenyra on our behalf behind the pillar. I sighed and buried my face in his chest again.

"Can I come over later?" I asked quietly.

It was not uncommon. Ever since the eye incident, I would sleep in his bed ever so often. Being near him made my nightmares go away. I felt like the older we got, the more inappropriate it felt, so I would normally sneak into his room after dark.

We had gotten...close, a few times, but I had never misinterpreted it as something meaningful. We simply needed each other...Or at least that was what I told myself.

He quickly noticed my changed demeanor when he heard our mother. He could have scoffed at them, but he was more focused on me at the moment. I looked troubled, clearly upset. He nodded subtly as I asked to come over later. He tried to sound unbothered and indifferent as he responded.

“As if I mind.”

His heartbeat was picking up. Me sneaking over at night had become more normal in the past couples years, ever since he had lost his eye. He would never admit it to out loud, but I knew he preferred having me in his bed.

He glanced down at me as I buried my face into his chest. He suddenly felt extremely protective. He was aware of how inappropriate it probably was to continue having me sleep in his bed. However he was too stubborn to stop it. He had almost become dependent on it over the years, especially after I started becoming much more affectionate towards him as well.

He placed a hand on the back of my head and gently played with my hair as he held le close.

“You are such a needy little brat.”

I smiled faintly.

"But only to sleep." I whispered, not sounding too convincing to my own ears.

He smirked slightly once more as I whispered that to him. He was amused at the fact that I was trying to insist that I only needed him to sleep, and that it was all it was. He was not stupid. He caught all the affectionate gestures, the stares, the looks I would give him. He could tell I was just as dependent on him as he was on me.

“Of course. Only to sleep.”

He said in a sarcastic tone, trying his best to hide the fact that he enjoyed having me in his bed.

I swallowed hard and bit my lip. I intertwined my fingers with his.

"I mean it. We will simply sleep. We cannot continue to..."

I closed my eyes.

"You know what I mean."

That was what I said ever so often and a few days later we would fall back into our old patterns.

He raised an eyebrow when I linked my fingers with his. He could not help but get a little annoyed at the fact that I kept insisting that we both would not do more than sleeping together. He let out a quiet sigh through his nostrils.

“Yes. Only sleep. I got it.”

He responded again in a sarcastic tone. He knew deep down I would probably not keep the promise of never going further. I never did.

As I was holding his hand, he suddenly gave it a slight squeeze. He was growing irritated at how badly he wanted me at that very moment. He did not like the way I made him feel so needy and desperate.

“Just come over after dark, as usual.” He finally spoke again, his voice low and soft. He was trying his best to sound nonchalant about it.

I nodded and squeezed his hands back.

"I will go to my chambers. Promise me you will not get into any more fights tonight?" I said teasingly but there was a hint of concern in my voice as my fingertips gently trailed along his bruised chin.

He rolled his eye and chuckled lowly, finding my request amusing- although he knew deep down I was only half joking. He leaned into the touch of my fingers on his face. He would never be able to say no to me when I was sweet and affectionate with him.

“I promise to be on my best behaviour. No fights, no insults, no snide remarks. I shall behave with the most decorum tonight.”

I smiled sweetly and looked at him for a moment longer before I gently withdrew from his embrace and left the dining hall with quick steps.

*

He reluctantly let me go when I pulled away from his embrace. He wanted me to stay, to continue feeling my body against his and my skin under his fingertips. However he knew it was best to not take the risk of someone seeing us two like that.

He immediately felt antsy and irritated once I was out of sight. All throughout the rest of the dinner, he fidgeted and was restless. He felt extremely distracted. The bastards were back in their quarters, but Aemond could not get his mind off something else entirely.

Once in my room, I took a quick bath and got myself ready for the night. I put on a white nightdress and a white robe. Then I sat down on the bed to read until I was sure that everyone was finally deep asleep. When I thought it to be late enough, I closed my book, opened the door and rushed through the corridor with quick, quiet steps until I reached the door to his bedroom. My steps echoes through the hall, but no soul was close by. I did not bother to knock and quickly vanished inside his bedchambers.

He was laying on his bed, wide awake and reading a book as he waited for me. He had already changed into his nightwear: an all black, satin robe that he wore with nothing underneath. He was slightly frustrated already, having grown very eager and desperate to have me in his arms again. That frustration faded slightly as the door slowly creaked open and I appeared.

He shut his book and set it on the bedside table as soon as he saw me. He sat up, his eye watching me as I practically scurried over to the bed.

He watched as I climbed into his bed on all fours. His heart was beating faster than normal and he was growing impatient. He immediately grabbed me by the hips and pulled me onto his lap. He was in dire need of having me close, having me in his lap, with my legs on either side of his hips.

He was still frustrated and a little irritated, as he wrapped his arms around me in an almost possessive way. His eye darkened as he took in my figure in the white nightdress.

I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder.

"How was the rest of the dinner?" I muttered.

He let out a sigh, suddenly feeling much, much calmer now that I was in his arms, on his lap. He gently cupped the back of my head and ran his fingers through my hair in a soothing motion. He responded in a low, gruff tone as his eye was still darkened with lust - however, he was trying his best to hide it at the moment.

“It was fine. Aegon was as drunk and as unruly as usual. And Rhaenyra was as stubborn and bitchy as always.” He almost spat the last line, as he had never gotten along with our older half-sister.

I smiled faintly.

"So I did not miss much."

He hummed in acknowledgment as he continued to run his hand through my hair. He was growing more and more eager as he was holding me on his lap. He could already feel his body reacting to my closeness. It was driving him insane having me in his lap, wearing such a sheer and revealing nightdress.

“Just the usual. Nothing of worth happened.” He responded in a slightly distracted tone, as he suddenly grabbed my hips a little harder with his hands.

I closed my eyes. I felt how his body reacted to my proximity and of course, my own did, too.

I swallowed and tried to keep my tone nonchalant. To at least try to stick to my earlier words.

"That is good." I said quietly. "Are you in pain? That punch was pretty nasty, but you did not even flinch."

His eye darkened even more when he heard me question him about his injury, specifically about if it was painful or not. He suddenly gripped my hips even harder, his fingers digging into my skin just barely as he shifted me in his lap, grinding me against him.

“I am unharmed. It was a light punch. I have had worse brawls even with Aegon."

He responded, his eye not leaving the way his hands were gripping my hips, the way my sheer nightdress was almost slipping over my thighs.

I could not help the small gasp that left my lips.

He chuckled lowly when he heard that gasp from me, knowing that he had finally gotten me to slip up and give in to him. He suddenly leaned in against my ear, his breath hot and tickly against me as he spoke in a low, gruff tone.

“Does my needy little sister need me?”

He teased me, as he started slowly grinding me against his lap once again, making sure to make me feel how I was affecting him.

A shiver ran down my spine and I let out the softest whimper. Oh, and how I needed him.

"But...Aemond...I thought, we said..." I protested weakly.

He smirked at the way I was already quivering in his arms from his simple touches, and at the way I mewled and whimpered softly as he ground me against him and his lap. It was like music to his ears, watching me lose my composure so quickly.

“I do not care what you said earlier. We both know you need me just as much as I need you.”

He responded with a harsh tone, and he roughly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

He leaned closer to me, his breath still hot and tickling as it came against my neck now. He roughly grabbed both of my hips with his hands and pulled my body even more tightly against his. He let out a small hiss as he felt my heat rubbing against him, making him feel desperate and needy.

I let out a soft moan and rested my forehead against his shoulder.

"Ah, shit." I whispered breathlessly.

He smiled faintly at my soft moan, his hands grabbing and squeezing my hips roughly as he pulled me even closer to himself. He started slowly grinding me against his lap, the pressure against his own aching length making him even more desperate and needy than he already was.

“Tsk, I told you this was what was going to happen if you came to me. You just cannot resist me, admit it.” *He whispered against my neck, biting and sucking it harshly, leaving marks all the way up to my jawline.

He continued to bite and suck on my neck, leaving a trail of dark marks from my neck to my jaw, marking me as his. He started breathing hard against my skin, desperately gripping m, hips and grinding me against him. He was slowly losing his patience and his control.

“I hope you don’t mind wearing a few extra pretty accessories tomorrow to cover up your neck.” He said in a sarcastic tone in between kisses.

I could not help myself. I rolled over and pulled him along, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Idiot." I whispered breathlessly. "Last time I was covered in hickeys and bite marks for days. It was so hot outside and I had to run around, covered like a Septa. Mother was so suspicious."

He let out a low chuckle against my neck as I pulled him over with me. He immediately grabbed my legs and held them tightly with his hands. He was completely desperate now that I had initiated the move and started to practically take control of the situation.

"I remember. It was hilarious.” He responded with a smirk, still remembering the fun he had whenever he saw a new bruise he had left on my neck or any exposed skin. I ignored his idiocy.

"Kiss me." I whispered and impatiently started undoing the buttons of his night shirt.

He smirked once again when he heard me demand for him to kiss me, and again when he felt me starting to undo the buttons of his nightshirt.

“So impatient…”

He muttered, as he leaned down and finally started to kiss me in a deep, passionate way. It was a kiss full of desperation, all tongue and teeth. He started getting more and more frustrated as he felt me trying to undo his shirt, but just could not quite do it fast enough.

He grabbed one of my hands and suddenly yanked it away from his buttons, pinning it above my head on the pillow. He was now in the position of power, taking back some of the control that I had grabbed from him, and also frustrated at my lack of speed in undressing him.

“Be patient. You are acting like a spoiled child.” He mumbled against my lips in between messy kisses. He started sucking and biting my bottom lip, wanting to hear me mewl from pain and pleasure, which I quickly did.

I moaned softly against his lips and let out a soft whine.

"Come on, do not make me wait. I have not felt you in days." I whispered pleadingly.

He smiled faintly against my lips at the sound of my whiny and pleading tone. He enjoyed how impatient I was, how desperate I was to have him. It was always a massive boost to his ego whenever I expressed just how much I craved him, just how much I needed him.

“You are so whiney.” He mumbled against my mouth again, before quickly ripping the buttons of his nightshirt open, desperate to get it off.

He pulled the buttons all the way, completely opening up his nightshirt and exposing his upper body to me. He was desperate to feel my touch, to feel my hands on his skin, and he was desperate to feel my body against his as well.

“There you go, princess. Happy now?”

He muttered, in a sarcastic tone, before leaning down and kissing me again.

I let out a shuddery breath and kissed him hard while my hands impatiently roamed around his exposed chest.

He smirked against my lips at the way I was roaming my hands all over his chest hungrily. He enjoyed the feeling of my hands raking across his skin, the way I was desperate to touch him, to feel him, and he was desperate to feel me as well.

"Gods, you are so needy… and impatient… always desperate for me to give you what you want, are you not?”

He mumbled against my lips in between messy kisses.

"I cannot help it. You ruined me." I whispered as my lips found his neck.

He let out a low, stifled moan as I started to kiss and suck on his neck. He closed his eye, relishing the feeling of my lips against his skin and the way my body squirmed under him, wanting him. He was losing control and I was only making it worse.

“I know I did… and you are not complaining, are you?”

He responded as he tightened his hold on the hand that he was holding above my head on the pillow, still pinning me down, on my back, beneath him.

He shifted and moved himself lower on the bed so he could lay in between my legs. He started kissing and nipping at my neck, slowly sucking on the skin, leaving a mark, as he started grinding himself against me again.

"You are all mine, princess. You do not need anybody else - you will be mine, always.”

He started whispering in my ear, still grinding and rubbing himself against me, feeling how my body responded instantly to his touch, to his voice in my ear.

I rolled my eyes.

"Do I look like I am complaining?"

I smirked and gently bit his earlobe, only to whisper: "You ruined me. You compromised me. You turned me into a needy, naughty mess. And I loved every second of it."

He let out another low moan as I whispered that statement in his ear. It was like music to his ears, hearing me admit just how desperately I belonged to him and him alone. He smirked, knowing just how much he had completely changed me, how I had been completely transformed, how he had completely conquered me.

He shifted a little, still laying in between my legs, and he started grinding his hips against me harder as he responded.

"And I take great pleasure in the fact that I did that to you.”

"Oh God-" I moaned softly and immediately my hands went down to undo his pants.

He could not hold back the grin on his face when he saw my hands start to hurriedly undo his pants, clearly getting frustrated with the buttons and buckles. He loved how desperate I was for him, how much I wanted him, and how I was getting impatient with the speed.

“So impatient… so needy… desperate for me, are you not?”

He teased and taunted in a gruff, lust-filled tone.

"Aemond, do you not dare tease-"

When I realized he wore nothing underneath, I laughed.

"So much for only sleeping. You planned this."

He let out a low, amused laugh at my reaction when I realized that he was completely naked beneath his pants. He smirked in response to that comment, loving the fact that I had just realized how much he had planned this out. How he had made sure he was ready for me.

“You know me so well, princess. Do you really think that I would just be lying here, fully clothed, waiting for you to come, knowing you would not be able to resist me?”

He responded with a taunting, teasing, tone.

He smirked again, watching the expression on my face before he started to quickly move himself back up towards me and leaned in close to my ear.

“You should know by now that the only thing I am ever thinking about is you… I cannot get you out of my head… the way you look… the way you react when I touch you… the way you moan and cry for me…”

He started whispering in my ear, still grinding against me as he talked.

"Please." I whispered breathlessly. "I...I need you, Aemond. Now."

He could not ignore the pleading and desperate tone in my voice as I whispered to him how I needed him. He loved it. He loved when I got needy and desperate for him and he could not deny that it was turning him on, making him want and crave me as well.

“Beg for me then, princess… beg and I will give you everything you want.”

He responded, in a deep, lust-filled, voice, still grinding against me as he continued to tease and taunt me.

He felt how my body was squirming and writhing beneath him, how I was so desperately trying to touch him, to touch his body. He loved how needy I was becoming, how I was completely falling apart beneath him, completely under his control.

“Go on, my dear… beg for me… if you want me… if you need me… beg me for it.”

He responded, still taunting and teasing me with his deep tone, still grinding against my aching heat, but not giving me quite what I so desperately wanted.

"Please." I whispered, swallowing my pride. "Please, I am begging you, Aemond. Let me feel you."

He felt his control slipping when he heard my pleading, the way I was begging him, the way I was clearly desperate to feel him. My pleading tone, my desperate words, were all feeding his ego.

“Gods, I love it when you’re pleading for me… begging for me like that… desperate for me to give you what you want…My naughty little love." He responded, still taunting and teasing, but his own need and want growing stronger by the second. He could not deny how badly he wanted me as well.

That was when he decided not to torture me any longer. He positioned himself above me and I finally felt him - teasingly, almost painfully slow.

"Oh God, Aemond-"

I let out a shuddery gasp and buried my hands in his silky hair.

He could not tease and taunt me anymore once he had felt me as well. He had teased and edged us both long enough, bringing us both to the brink of desire, and now he could not hold back any longer. He started pushing himself against me, taking his time, and going painfully slow.

“Gods, I’ve wanted this… I’ve craved this all day… I’ve been desperate for you all day…”

He gasped out in a deep and lust-filled tone.

He felt my hands immediately reach out and grab onto his hair, holding on tightly, and he could not hold back a moan at the feeling of my fingers digging into his scalp.

“Gods, I have missed you, sweetheart."

He muttered out between gasps as he continued to push himself against me, still going as painfully slow as possible, to tease me more.

"Please, Aemond. Do not tease me. Not right now." I gasped out.

He smiled.

And then he made me his. Again and again.

And again.

Until the only thing my lips could form was his name.

And on the next day we promised that all we would do would be to sleep.

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It wasn't even a secret...

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: you and Eddie are married even have a new born. But thr younger hellfire members don't know?

Dustin Henderson walks into the munson trailer and hears loud music coming from Eddie's room. He approaches the room and through the crack of the door and sees a manicured hand grabbing at Eddie's bedside table only to see Eddie's not ringed hand grab it and pull it out of sight.

That's all he saw, but he got the point and left the trailer and sat in Eddie's van, which he never locked until he saw the lady exit.

But what Dustin didn't see was your wedding ring on top of Eddie's on the bedside table.

-

Months later Dustin was washing his hands in the munson bathroom when he threw the paper towel in the trash he saw a pregnancy test. It was positive. Dustin didn't mention it to Eddie or anyone thinking it was probably private.

What Dustin didn't see was how Eddie hugged you when the test came back positive as you both cried happy tears and kissed sweetly.

-

Months later Dustin and Mike approach the hellfire table and notice Eddie's not there. Weird they thought he wanted to graduate this year why would he be having time off.

"Where's Eddie?" Dustin asked setting his tray down. Gareth looks at Dustin and frowns. "What do you mean where's Eddie you know he isn't gonna be in for A few weeks." Gareth says confused.

Only then do Gareth, Doug and Jeff realise they genuinely do not know. They wasn't gonna be the ones to tell him so that's how they ended up at Eddie munson trailer skipping school.

Eddie was fast asleep an arm draped over you. He awoke suddenly to banging on the door cursing under his breath. He stands up and stretched kissing your head and peaking into the bassinet next to your side of the bed, only to see his week old daughter starring up at him with her wide brown eyes.

"Hey little lady." HE says picking her up making sure to support her head. He cradles her and heads to the door to let you sleep a bit longer. He walks into the kitchen and puts the kettle on to warm a bottle for his daughter haley. Then he walks to the front door expecting Wayne or someone.

Only to be met with a stunned Dustin and Mike. "Hello?" Eddie says confused. He let's them in as they stare at him in shock. "Whats going on guys?" Eddie asked slightly freaked out hy the look on the twos face.

"You have a baby?!" Dustin half yells.

"Dude shut the fuck up." Eddie says annoyed bouncing his daughter slightly so she doesn't cry from Dustins outburst.

"No I won't you have a baby and you didn't tell us what the fuck." Dustin half yells again.

Eddie looks between the boys with a look of confusion on his face. You walk out of your bedroom into the living room after hearing all the shouting.

"What's going on?" You ask crossing your arms over your chest. Both the teens and Eddie look at you. Your stood confused. Haley then cries and everyone looks at her.

Eddie walks over to you sliding her into your arms and she immediately stops crying as you bounce her and cradle her making soft shh noises. "Whose that's?" Mike askes Eddie's attention turning from you and haley to the two teens but you speak up. "His wife." You answer looking at the two boys

"You have a baby and a wife. How didn't we know that." Dustin says eyes wide.

"OK everyone stop, fuck me. Right. I thought you two knew but clearly you don't. This is my wife y/n who I've definitely told you about. The one I've been dating since I was like 15 and am now married to?" Eddie says waving his arms infant of you as you smile.

"OH we thought that was a cruel joke." Mike says scratching his head. Eddie looks at the boys in disbelief.

"Wow OK. This is y/n and my daughter haley who I'm gonna go with you also thought was a joke." Eddie says questionably getting nods from the boys.

"Y/n this is Dustin and Mike." Eddie says pointing at the boys rubbing his eyes.

"Hi nice to meet you?" You say still confused.

The boys says hello awkwardly.

"OK, now that's cleared up. Is that really why you came here." Eddie asks, slightly annoyed. The boys nod and explain that Gareth wouldn't tell them. You're starring at Eddie, who's clearly stressed and tired. Then, down to the little baby in your arms.

Eddie warms a baby bottle while the two teens talk to Eddie about the baby as you sit on the couch in the living room. He walks in handing you the warm bottle. "Can you feed her?" You ask quietly. But Eddie hears you.

"Yeh, yeh of course sweetheart." Eddie says sitting on the couch. You pass her to Eddie once he's sat along with her bottle kissing Eddie's cheek then haleys head before walking to your bedroom to get stuff for A shower.

"SO you like have a child." Dustin says watching Eddie feed his daughter the bottle.

"Yes and a wife." Eddie answers.

"And you've been married..." Mike says

"2 years been together for 5." Eddie says, setting the bottle by his feet, leaning back on the couch and laying the baby on his chest, gently patting her back.

"And the others knew." Dustin says as Eddie nods.

"How long are you off school?" Mike askes.

"I'm just going back to do my finals. I won't be there any other time." Eddie says as the tiny baby burps. The two nod.

Moments later you walk back in, wearing a pyjama vest and Eddie's sweats. Your stomach has shrunk since the birth of haley and it makes Eddie smile seeing you comfortable enough to wear the vest as when she was first born you wouldn't take off his hoodie.

Not that it mattered to Eddie he loved you every shape and form and you grew his baby in you. When you mentioned your insecurity to Eddie just before haley was born he comforted you and said, "either way your sexy no matter what n you've got me. If.. that helps? Probably not but you get my gist."

You sat next to Eddie and he handed you haley. "Common ill take you two home no point in going back to school." Eddie says. He too the teens to Dustin house and then came straight home.

He entered thr trailer and headed to your bedroom to see haley asleep on your shared bed and you sat up looking at her giving Eddie a smile when he entered the room. Eddie strips of everything but his boxers.

"Now give me a twirl." You says smiling at him from the bed.

He turns slowly as you clap quietly before laying on his side next to you. "SO those are two of your friends?" You say raising your brows and Eddie nods putting an arm over your waist.

Eddie looks at you then to his daughter and smiles. Taking your hand and kissing it. You lean down and kiss him on the lips.

"I love you." HE says as your foreheads touch.

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." You smirk kissing him again.

Yeah Eddie was a happy man. He may still be in school but he's got everything he wants Sat right on his bed. His beautiful wife and tiny daughter.

-

Months later he graduated walking off the stage hugging you nice and tight laying a sweet kiss on your lips. Wayne holding 3 month old haley who's arm where flapping for Eddie. He took her from Wayne kissing her nose as she open mouthed his cheek.

The stunned look on Jason's face to see Eddie munson holding a baby in one arm with his hair and his other arm around your waist as your hand was behind haleys head. Eddie smirked to himself kissing your head. Wayne shooting him a proud smile and nod. The others soon came running over. "Finally man thought you was gonna end up going to school with haley." Gareth says smirking at Eddie.

"Shut up Gareth." You says earning a laugh out of Eddie.

"Y/n I'm wounded." Gareth says shocked.

"You heard the lady shut up." Eddie says smirking.

Gareth rolls his eyes.

Everyone stands and talks. Eddie saying haley needs feeding so you guys have to go. In reality you had fed her before and Eddie just wanted to go home.

"I am so proud of you." You say kissing his cheek.

"Yeah? Do I get a special treat for how proud you are." Eddie smirks.

"Maybe... you'll see when haleys in bed." You say smirking at him running a hand through haleys curls.

Yeah Eddie was right. 86 was definitely his year.

[novelbear]

”shh, i have a secret” dialogue prompts

prompt list by @novelbear

"oh, you don't know yet?"

"i can't tell you, are you crazy?"

"no, they trusted me with that. they'll tell you when they're ready."

"you wouldn't believe what i just heard."

"you knew?"

"i feel like i should tell you...i feel wrong keeping this from you."

"they told me not to say anything to anyone. so you better keep your mouth shut."

"i'm only telling you because you deserve to know."

"what's wrong? something's eating you up inside, i can tell."

"what did they just tell you?"

"why are you laughing?" "because you're so obvious..."

"everyone knows you can't keep a secret."

"and i'm not telling you!"

"wait, don't tell me. i don't think i want to know."

"look, if keeping this is going to hurt someone, i really think you should say something."

"okay fine, don't tell me. i don't care."

"you didn't hear this from me, alright?"

"you've been acting weird, what's up?"

"they said that about me?" "i swear, word for word. i wouldn't lie."

"i can't hold this in anymore."

"i'm so sick of everyone pressuring me for answers!"

"that's all i know...i promise."

"i'm so sorry you had to find out this way."

[kanmom51]

I guess JK is cute

JM thinks so!!!

**I'll tell you a secret - so do I. But shh... don't tell anyone I said so.

And not first time JM told us that.

Yes, he sure did lick his lips.

And funny and cute is the killer combination of course.

Yep.

He didn't stand a chance.

JM was a gonner since forever!!!

[cyberfreaky]

DILF!JAKE THOUGHTS ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆

☁︎ dilf!jake has a big soft spot for you. despite the cold persona he puts on while around you; this man is 100% whipped. it takes him a while to admit it be he's an old, stubborn prick most of the time.

☁︎ dilf!jake is extremely protective of you. almost madly. he'll always have his arm coiled around your waist, his hand tightly gripping on your side. or during ambushes, he'd allocate you to a secret spot in order to keep you hidden after you insisted on joining him. you'd get constant memos from him over your intercom. "you okay?" — “I'll be back soon, baby." — "don't fuckin' move, how many times do i have to tell you this?"

☁︎ dilf!jake is possessive. are we shocked? if he ever catches anyone giving you suggestive looks, his hand would linger down your body. he'd give you a rough squeeze on your ass, or graze his long fingers across your chest. he'd shoot them a baneful glare, silently claiming you as his & only his.

☁︎ dilf!jake can be short tempered. if you cry during a training session, he'd be quick to chastise you. "the hell are you cryin' for?" he'd grumble, face soon softening when he noticed your hiccuped cries only worsened. "shit, m'sorry. come here." jake would hold you in his embrace, fingers stroking your dark hair as you sobbed into his chest. "shh. i've got 'ya, kid."

☁︎ dilf!jake has his soft moments. you both often took long walks throughout the forest, fingers intertwined with one another as you stayed close to his side. he'd allow you to adorn his locs with a variety of flowers, smiling warmly at the joy on your beautiful face. "how do i look?" jake questioned. you'd grin proudly, peppering his face with sweet kisses. "so, so pretty.”

☁︎ dilf!jake is a lil insecure about his body. you found him so fucking enticing, continually reminding him just how attractive he was whenever you could. you'd press kisses down his soft tummy, the tip of your tongue dragging across the small pouch. "you're so cute." you'd whisper, admiring jake's beautiful body. he'd never believe you, always shying away from your constant compliments.

☁︎ dilf!jake loves watching you squirm beneath him. you'd be laying on your back, tired legs spread wide as jake positioned himself between them. he'd brush his tip across your puffy clit, teasing you with a smirk as you mewled below him. "p-please, jus' fuck me, already." you'd whine, eyes rolling back as jake continued to roughly rub the head of his cock against your sensitive bud.

☁︎ dilf!jake can be rough. he takes out his frustrations in your cunt, nails dug almost painfully into your soft sides as his hips slam into you from behind. "feel good, huh?" he'd taunt you as you moaned below him, digging into the grassy floor as jake's cock stretched you out. "daddy's little slut, aren't 'cha?" you'd wince as his palm collides with your ass, already raw and bruised from his last spank. he'd massage the reddened skin, smugly grinning at the marks he'd left you with.

☁︎ dilf!jake loves cockwarming. you'd be caged in his muscular arms, jake's thick cock snug inside your slick pussy as you both fall asleep soundly. though, you wouldn't be able to contain the urge to slowly grind on his length throughout the night. and he'd let you fuck yourself against him, biting back his throaty moans as you slowly milked him dry.

☁︎ dilf!jake throat fucks you whenever you piss him off. he'll have his fingers tangled in your hair, thrusting his veiny girth roughly down your clenching throat. you'd gag lewdly around him, watering eyes staring up into his lustful ones. "yr'even prettier like this." jake would chuckle lowly, the pad of his thumb wiping away your falling tears. you'd melt at his praise, ignoring the condescending tone as your thighs squeezed together. "should learn when t'shut your mouth, doll."

☁︎ dilf!jake enjoys testing you in public. his gestures are subtle, just enough make you freeze. you'd be perched on his thigh, obliviously toying with his hand as jake thought of an idea. he'd slowly bounce his knee, whistling to himself while he analysed your reaction. your body would stiffen up, the friction against your swelling clit making you whimper quietly. jake's lips would curl into a smirk, increasing the pace of his bounces. "you alright?" he'd ask you, portraying a false face of concern. you'd mewl silently, nodding at him lazily. "mhm, m'fine." your voice broke, feeling your slick coating his cerulean thigh through your loincloth.

☁︎ dilf!jake loves cumming inside you. he loved watching how his cum drips out of your swollen pussy, salaciously mixed with your own sticky release. "mm, y'like when daddy cums inside this sweet pussy, huh?" he'd drawl, two, long digits sliding into your cunt and fucking his cum back into you.

☁︎ dilf!jake is a risk taker. he'd take you to a spot that just overlooked the camp, close enough for anyone within ear shot to hear the hushed moans behind the layers of hanging leaves. there was something so erotic about potentially getting caught with you. jake would imagine the distraught face of someone finding you both here, smiling smugly at them as he bounced you up and down his fat cock.

☁︎ dilf!jake has lil photos of you stashed away for himself. he borrowed the polaroid camera from one of the scientists, claiming it was for 'personal use. he put you in so many positions, the camera looking comically small in his big hands while he snapped photos of you sprawled out in front of him. your body was marked by him, so worn out from being fucked dumb. he'd push his thumb past your plump lips, holding the camera up as you sucked on him gently. "my pretty girl." he'd chuckle. "gimme a smile."

— all rights reserved © cyberfreaky (2023) do not repost, translate or copy my work without given permission.

[robinsno1lesbian]

brothersbestfriend!Robin who fucks reader everytime she's over the house. Once reader's brother is practically blackout drunk or tired, she goes over to reader's room and has her fun with reader 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

(I don't even have a brother, nor do i know where this came from. But obviously I felt like ur inbox is the most suitable for this one)

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⋆˙⟡

-r.b. x reader

summary: the title is pretty self explanatory but here’s my take on having somewhat of a summer romance with your brother’s handsome best friend (robin buckley, duh?)

warnings: SMUT!! (mdni), vaginal fingering, oral sex, strap-ons, semi-public sex, light spanking, orgasm denial, nipple play, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good girl, my girl, princess), maybe the slightest bit of humiliation if you squint, let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: thank you @aylasology for requesting this and for helping me with the creation of these headcanons!! as always, find my summer fic masterlist here!

⟡ your brother’s best friend who always wears a strap beneath her pants when she comes over (to see you). you can feel the bulge press against your center when she pulls you in for a hug, certain she can hear the soft gasp that falls from your lips.

⟡ you’ve been crushing on her for the longest time. how could you not? she’s funny, and -truth be told- kinder than your brother’s other friends. on top of that she’s so god damn handsome.

⟡ but you would’ve been too scared to actually try and make the first move.

⟡ so you’re grateful that she’s the one to flirt with you at one of your brother’s parties: when walking past you, she moves your body out of the way with a hand on your waist. a hand that lingers.

⟡ playful banter over a shared drink turns into two, which then turns into innocent dancing together.

⟡ the rest is history, but led to frequent make out sessions in your room, to secret touches when no one’s around, to fucking in the back of her car.

⟡ whilst you don’t want anyone to know, robin loves to tease you around your brother: putting her hand on your leg under the table or whispering things in your ear when she’s passing by.

⟡ brother’s best friend!robin who fingers you on the dinner table when it’s just the two of you ??

⟡ she’d never tell but when she’s done with you or when you leave her alone in your room, she steals your underwear from time to time (though you’ve obviously noticed that they’re missing and that she must’ve taken them)

⟡ so when robin is back at her place she’ll get it out from her back pocket and finger herself raw to the thought (and scent) of you.

⟡ once you figured her out, catching a glimpse of a lilac pair of panties that’s peeking out of her pocket, you make sure to leave them in places where she’ll find them.

⟡ or she’ll simply take them from you once she’s done eating you out in the bathroom. just shoves them into her pocket and leaves you with shaky legs and no panties to put back on.

⟡ brother’s best friend!robin who catches you masturbating because you forgot to lock your door. she walks right in on you fingering yourself or humping your pillow while moaning her name.

⟡ once, she pushes you against the wall of your room so your face is pressed against it. she bends you over at the waist and takes your from behind like this.

⟡ “gotta be quiet for me baby. your brother is right next door. we wouldn’t want him to know what i’m doing in your room now, huh?” “shh, be quiet sweet thing” etc.

⟡ and if a moan does slip out, robin smacks your clit until your gushing, hissing: “that’s not quiet baby” into your ear.

⟡ she definitely puts a remote controlled bullet vibrator into your underwear when you’re hanging out with your brother and his other friends.

⟡ + she turns it up every time it’s your turn to speak.

⟡ and when robin notices you trying to sneak off to the bathroom for some relief, she obviously follows you, making up some vague excuse of you “seeming a little unwell”.

⟡ (you’ll end up with one leg thrown around her waist and her fingers in your mouth while she’s fucking her strap into you)

⟡ sucking robin’s strap in the back of her car that’s parked in your driveway???

⟡ after she took you out for dinner, robin offers you a ride home. you told your family you’d be out with friends so you have to be quick so they won’t spot the familiar car in the driveway.

⟡ her hands are in your hair and her strap is nudging the back of your throat as you bob your head along its length.

⟡ she moans whenever you take it into your mouth deeper, as if she could actually feel your warmth around her.

⟡ she does that whenever she’s fucking you, whether it’s her fingers or her cock sinking into you: pretends she can actually feel your cunt throbbing around her.

⟡ “so tight for me princess, fuck”

⟡ and she makes the most obscene noises when she’s going down on you: whimpering and moaning like a woman starved whenever she has the chance to eat you out.

⟡ she definitely has somewhat of an oral fixation.

⟡ always in the mood to eat you out if you’ll let her. always either sucking on your clit or fucking her tongue into you.

⟡ when you’re riding her, she’ll suck your nipples into her mouth immediately: the sight of your bouncing breasts right in front of her eyes too tempting for her not to give in.

⟡ and that woman has got stamina.

⟡ she can and she will spend hours between your legs: both arms wrapped around your thighs to spread them for her mouth while she eats you out.

⟡ her, holding you open with her thumbs to spit on your pussy???

⟡ it’s a rather rare occasion but when you do go down on her she’s loud.

⟡ she’ll hold you by the hair, groan in pleasure and praise you.

⟡ she’s so sensitive too!! <33

⟡ moaning for you and your pretty mouth and you haven’t even flicked her clit with your tongue yet.

⟡ robin will always be in charge though: she’ll pull you by the hair until she’s got you where she wants you. and if you don’t give her that, she’ll spin you onto your back and ride your face.

⟡ she’s lowkey athletic from some kind of sport she does with your brother.

⟡ which comes in handy when it comes to her picking you up and fucking you up against the nearest wall

⟡ additionally, you love to trace the the fine outline of her abs

⟡ pulling down her boxers whilst kneeling in between her legs and watching the strap come free 👁️👁️

⟡ she loves to talk dirty to you. she literally will not stop. not when she’s pounding into you, not when she’s eating you out, not when she’s finger fucking you mindless.

⟡ you’re pretty sure that, by now, her voice is probably enough to get you off.

⟡ „that’s it, that’s my girl. come on, cum for me baby”

⟡ robin loves to make you work for it: she loves to have you on your back, at her mercy, with her fingers fucking you closer and closer to the edge without ever pushing you over it.

⟡ “aw, do you want to cum baby? yeah? i see the way you’re lifting those hips for me. are you getting close? yeah?”

⟡ but she could never deny you for too long: she loves it when you fall apart beneath her. she loves to watch your pussy throb or even gush with your orgasm and the way your face contorts in pleasure.

⟡ robin would quite literally fuck you everywhere if given the chance. and even though it’s not often that you get to have the house to yourselves, when it does happen she makes good use of it…

⟡ …by bending you over the kitchen counter or the armrest of the couch.

⟡ but her favorite way of fucking you might just be eating you out from behind.

⟡ with your cunt fluttering around her tongue and your ass against her palms all while she’s making you cum again and again.

[walkingstackofbooks]

The Garashir wedding: Lower Decks style

Mariner's called into her mom's office. Freeman informs her that something very special but currently classified is going to be happening in the next week, and she knows Mariner is going on leave tomorrow, but she might want to consider postponing it. Mariner declines - "Nah, my thing is more important".

Mariner and Rutherford are left at the space station to go on leave. It transpires that Mariner has been invited to Julian's wedding, and taking Rutherford as her plus one because Julian Bashir is one of his heroes. (augment-cyborg solidarity, anyone?)

Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn are all trying to find out what the mission they're being sent on is. Boimler reports that Shakx seems pretty unhappy. Tendi suggests it's just because T'Ana has apparently discovered a drink she prefers more than Bajoran springwine.

Mariner and Rutherford encounter Hijinks and Troubles as they try to hitchhike their way to the wedding.

Freeman is stressing over what to wear for the occasion and has dragged Ransom in. Dress uniform, obviously, but can she get away with accessorising a little? And if so, how? She doesn't want to be a regular Starfleet officer, she wants to be a cool Starfleet officer. ("I literally cannot help you I don't even know what we're doing because you STILL haven't TOLD me." "It's classified." "You told Shakx!" "Have you tried keeping a secret from Shakx? He's terrifying!" "I can be terrifying!" "Nice try, Jack... Is a scarf too much do you think?")

Mariner and Rutherford have managed to trade his engineering abilities in exchange for passage on a merchant ship. Unfortunately, he is too good, and the ship now want to keep him.

Boimler is on navigation. They're approaching their destination but Freeman still wants the information to be known only to Bridge crew for as long as possible. (Boimler: "But what are we doing on--" Freeman: "Shh. Even the walls have ears, you know.")

The merchant ship have arrived and reluctantly agree to let Mariner and Rutherford go. They change into their fancy wedding stuff ready to be transported down. They are in the middle of a desert. "Screw you!" Mariner shouts uselessly at the sky.

Boimler is in the mess with Tendi and T'Lyn. Boimler is sweating profusely and tapping anxiously on the table. He cannot keep a secret this big. Tendi looks at him curiously. "Why do you keep tapping out "Cardassia" in Morse Code?" she asks, just at the moment when the room has gone silent. All eyes are on Boimler.

Mariner and Rutherford are hot, sweaty, bedraggled and exhausted. The doorkeeper reluctantly lets them in. "It's just started," he says. They sit down quietly in the back. Rutherford think his UT is playing up. "Did they just wish them many happy arguments?" he whispers.

Captain Freeman is nervously playing with her red scarf. "I wouldn't wear that if I were you," Ransom says. "I hear his reputation is quite formidable." Someone gestures that she's up.

We see her begin to walk out, and begin the "Since the days of the first wooden vessels, all shipmasters have had one happy privilege..." speech. The happy couple have their backs to us, and are silhouetted.

The camera zooms further back, and we are now at the back of the building. "Mom?" Mariner whispers to Rutherford.

We finally get to see the couple's faces as the camera pans back to Freeman and looks over her shoulder. Julian and Garak are facing each other. "...Of course, the legal part of this marriage has just been taken care of by the Cardassians -- but it is my privilege to bring this very human tradition to a Cardassian wedding ceremony and tell you that, Julian, you may kiss your husband."

Garak and Julian smile at each other, but the camera cuts away to the crowd. Federation guests are clapping and cheering; the Cardassians tend to be trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else in their vicinity.

We cut to the reception. Mariner's asking Julian "It all seemed so... Federation? Even the Cardassian bit?" Julian shrugs. "When you end up making every compromise in the book in the name of interstellar relations, it turns out all you get is a nondescript, bureaucratic service." He winks. "This is going to be when the fun starts."

Garak is complimenting Freeman on her scarf, and we can see in her face that she is totally lording it over Jack. Garak returns to his husband. "But you hated that scarf?" whispers Julian. "The things I do for diplomacy," replied Garak sorrowfully.

T'Ana is downing Kanar like it's nothing in the background to Shakx's distinct disapproval.

Mariner's managed to sneak Boimler, Tendi and T'Lyn into the party. "I can't believe we could have just come on the Cerritos," she moans, "but anyway, go wild."

Of course, her deeply uncool friends go wild by fangirling over their DS9 idols. At the end of that montage, Rutherford finally gets the chance to say "Thankyouforallyou'vedonefortheaugmentcommunityDoctorBashir". It's sweet.

Aaand endings are hard so sorry, I don't have one to neatly wrap this all up 😅 I will leave it to your wonderful imaginations.

[mypoisonedvine]

dark!capa who hasn’t felt the touch of a woman the entire time he’s been on icarus II😵‍💫😵‍💫

oh I've been thinking about this since I saw the movie no joke

warnings: DARK SMUT 18+ ONLY, soft!dark/yandere vibes, touch-starved reader (and capa lol), forced creampie

"Please, please, don't fight me," he begged in a soft voice, still pinning you to the cold glass wall with his weight.

But what else were you supposed to do? After working side by side with him for years, even growing to consider him a friend, he'd found you in your room, gone on a bizarre rant about how long the mission was (as if that was some kind of surprise?) and then grabbed you. By the time you realized what was happening, it was far too late to try to talk him out of it, or at least try to make a run for the door.

"I just need--" he choked out, speaking softly by your ear as his hands ran over your body, "I just need to... feel something. Something real."

"Capa, please," you sighed, struggling to keep your composure as he started to attempt to undress you, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. "I know as much as anyone how hard it's been, okay?"

"Then you need this too," he breathed as he pulled your tank top out of the way and ran his fingers softly over your bare shoulder. "I can make it good for you-- I mean, I can try. Kinda rusty, you know..."

"Just please," you whimpered, "stop now-- I won't tell anyone. We can just forget it, go back to... to how things were!"

He shook his head, making you whine as he pressed himself harder against you, kissing the curve of your neck as his long hair tickled your skin. "I can't take it anymore," he explained, "being so close to you, seeing you every day and never getting a chance to touch you... I'm sorry, we can't go back to how it was. It was killing me."

Just as you opened your mouth to protest, or at least ask how long he'd been harboring this secret obsession, his lips ghosted over your pulse and you shuddered. Feeling him smile, you cursed yourself internally for how easily your body responded. He wasn't wrong that it was difficult to spend years without any human contact-- but you strongly disagreed with his solution.

He reached down into your shorts suddenly, making you gasp in shock. "You're wet," he noticed with a purr.

Okay, maybe you didn't disagree that strongly... or at least, your body didn't. But your mind was racing with confusion and fear, realizing how much worse this was going to get: tonight was only one problem. You still had years left on this ship, trapped with him, working in the lab right by him every day... he was completely inescapable.

You whimpered and tried to push him away again, but he shushed you and started to push his own pants down, pushing you roughly back against the wall when you resisted. "Shh, hey," he hissed, sliding your shorts down and guiding his erection to your opening, "it won't be so bad. I just need this-- I'm sorry, I know you... I know you trusted me. But I need this. I need to be inside you."

Pushing in with a loud moan, his hips forced yours against the wall-- until a hand settled on your hips and pulled them back; he looked down at where he entered you, groaning and sighing as he already started to move.

"S'been so long," he mumbled, "s-so warm..."

"Stop," you choked out, "please--"

"I can't stop," he whimpered, burying his face in your neck again and kissing you more hungrily there. "I'm sorry, I can't stop-- you feel too good. Fuck. Like you were made for me."

Moving faster, he kissed away your tears, still offering apologies sometimes between his deep and desperate moans. For a while, you let it happen-- because you didn't have much of a choice in it all-- until his sounds got louder and his movements more erratic. Erratic enough that you could hear skin hitting skin, and his dogtags dangling.

"I'm close," he panted in your ear, "fuck, I need to fill you."

"N-no, Capa," you choked out, "not inside..."

He didn't say anything, but just the way he groaned and dropped his forehead on your shoulder somehow made it obvious to you that he wasn't going to heed your demand.

"Pull out!" you insisted. "Do you have any fucking idea what would happen if I got--?!"

"I know, I know," he grunted, "but fuck, I-- I can't stop now."

You managed to get your arms out from against the wall and push back on his hips, trying to force him out, but he grabbed your wrists and groaned as he pinned them to the wall, fucking you harder than ever as you sobbed.

"Sorry," he offered one more time, "I need it. I need to fucking fill you up--"

"Please, please," you whimpered.

"--give you every fucking drop of my come," he growled, "so fucking deep inside--"

You shook your head, because you knew it was already a lost cause.

"You're gonna take it so well, I know you will," he praised darkly, "gonna be fucking perfect for me. Just stay still-- please, baby, it's almost over..."

But this was far, far from over.

[damianwaynesbelovedsposts]

prompt list 

requests or open!

1: “i think i might be in love with you”

2: Saying something flirty mid-fight which catches them off guard, giving you the perfect oppurtunity to strike

3: "I won't go easy on you" and "I don't want you to"

4: "Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much"

5: “Do you want me to slow down for you?” 

6: “I can keep going.” 

7: “I fucking hate you.”

8: “Oh, fuck. say that again.” 

9: "hold my hand" and "absolutely not"

10: "Oh, come on! Don't act like you care!"

11: Never do that again. Please"

12: "Say it, you love me."

13: "Because I want to hear it from that pretty mouth of yours."

14: "Please don't push me away, I love you."

15: "What if someone sees us?"

16: "But I don't care about what anyone else thinks”

17: "You're not my dirty little secret. And I never want you to think that."

18: "We should kiss, Right now."

19: "I have a key, it's not breaking an entering,"

20: "who's apartment are we in?"

21: "Shh! They’ll hear us!"

22: "Get behind me"

23: “Come over here and make me.”

24: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

25: “Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.” 

you can also make up something an request it if you’d like<3

[spennsrs]

drunk confessing to spencer? "shh, don't tell anyone but 've got a crush on him" my fave troupe everrr 😭😭 love your writing sm ❤️

(\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ━O━O━━━━━━━━━ ・:。DRUNK TEXT. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ︳spencer agnew x reader drabble ︳pure fluff ︳i love this trope sm :( decided to do a lil spin on it!! n also if this is short... im so sorry

spencer had a bad feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach. something felt... off. while he sat on his couch, scrolling through netflix aimlessly, his eyes kept glancing to the dark screen of his phone.

from the screen... to the phone... back to the screen... then to the phone again...

his hand reaches to the mobile device, eyes focusing as the screen lights up to check the time. a soft sigh leaves him as he takes note of the time.

2:35 AM

they should've texted by now. they should be home from that stupid party... right? unlocking his phone, spencer opens his messages to reread over the conversation with you. they would text him when they got home... right? spencer's mind races with anxious and concerned thoughts as he sets his phone down, exhaling shakily.

... ding!

from :: [y/n] 🤓💞hey heeeeeey pssst keep a secret for me courtney pretty pleeeease

spencer feels a brow raise as he reads the texts, holding back a soft laugh. he simply stares at the screen for a moment before going to respond, only for more texts to flood in.

from :: [y/n] 🤓💞 im hella drynk drunk and i thynk its supwr obvious but like dont twele anyone spnecr is saur cute and i have .. the biggest crush on him no not crush that makes me sound like a lovesick schoolgirl but you get what i mean hopwfully

silence filled the living room as spencer stares at his phone screen, a little dumbfounded and a little overwhelmed. was this... real? was this actually happening? this couldn't be real. his best friend and object of his ever growing affections was drunk texting him, thinking he was someone else and confessing. well... maybe confessing wasn't the right word. they were more just rambling their feelings.

was there a right way to go about this? would [y/n] even remember this in the morning? should he even say anything? in a panic, spencer just... stares at his phone screen. his free hand comes up to his mouth, nervously chewing on his fingernails as he's seemingly too nervous to respond.

spence, you could always call-

his thoughts are interrupted yet again as his phone starts to ring. spencer's heart stops, and he swears time slows in that moment as the screen lights up with [y/n]'s caller id. shakily, he picks the phone up and answers the call.

"hello...?" "spence! oh em geee, heeeeeey! i'm hooome, i totally forgot to tell you so hi cutie, i'm home."

the soft giggles and steady breaths only fuel spencer's rapidly beating heart, and a soft smile tugs at his lips. "hey, [y/n]. i was starting to think you were hurt or something... but i'm glad you're home safe and sound." there's a pause of silence, before he swallows thickly and opens his mouth to speak again. "you okay..?"

"keep a secret! courtney didn't text me back so i'm sharing this super top secret secret with you! i have these ultra big feelings for spencer... isn't that crazy?" he so desperately wished he was there to take care of them. he knew they were a talkative drunk, he knew they never drank enough water and he just hoped their roommate would urge them to do so... he knew everything about them, everything came so naturally with them. so why was he surprised? everyone already thought they were dating, three long years of friendship, they were constantly asked if they were dating. within the three years of friendship, spencer had developed those deeper feelings pretty quickly.

but for some reason, when he was hit with the sudden truth that they returned his feelings... why was he so flabbergasted? the intense feeling bubbling in his chest, the quickened breaths, how his hands felt clammier than usual. "spenceeeeee? you theeeere?" "oh, fuck, uh .... sorry, [y/n]. yeah, uh, yeah your secret is safe with me."

there's a selfish part of spencer that decides to keep this to himself, to cherish in this moment. the whole awkward conversation that was bound to happen was an issue for future spencer.

but for now, [y/n]'s giggling voice telling him they felt the same was all he cared about.

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 48)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers, Smut

Later that night...

After a few drinks and some conversation with Sean, you couldn't help but feel a little bit of a connection. It was impossible not to, as he was telling you all about his life in a way that made you feel like you had known him for years.

You did not have much in common, but he was a good listener, and you liked his company. He was slightly awkward and nerdy , but there was something very endearing about it - a rare, untouched purity that you could sense in him.

"He is cute. You should take him home," your best friend Emma whispered into your ear after she had watched you two from afar, a sly grin spreading across her face. You had initially come to the bar with her and her friends, but as the night wore on, you found yourself drawn to Sean and she picked up on this immediately.

"Shh," you told her before she introduced herself to the stranger you met and were talking to without interfering with your attempts to flirt with him. 

You had always been a little bit shy when it came to conversations with strangers, so you were surprised at how easy it was to talk to Sean. Maybe it was the alcohol that made you more confident, but you didn't think that was the only reason.

"Ask him over, have some fun. You only ever been with Cillian so this might be good for you," Emma told you while Sean was ordering another round of drinks, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

You couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. Emma had a point - you had never really been with anyone else besides Cillian. He had been your first and only and you needed to explore and move on, no matter how daunting it felt. 

But then, there was something about Sean that made you feel at ease. Was it his green eyes or the awkward way he smiled? Either way, you found yourself nodding in agreement and Emma squealed in delight.

"Good for you," she cheered, patting your back. You grinned sheepishly before turning back to Sean. As if sensing your gaze, he looked up from the bar and caught your eye, which is when Emma nudged you forward, urging you to take the next step.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to the bar, helping him with the drinks before asking him whether he wanted to go back to your house for a nightcap after you finished your beers.  

"You want me to come to your house?" he asked innocently, and you smiled coyly at him, nodding affirmatively.

"Just for a bit of fun, no promises," you told him casually, catching him of guard. "I am not after a relationship or something, just something casual," you admitted honestly, causing Sean to smile and nod awkwardly. 

"Really? You want to take me home to have some fun?"  Sean asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice as, never before, he had been picked up in a nightclub before and you could see that there was something in his eyes that was weighing him down.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. I am not usually that direct," you  said, blushing as you looked at Sean, hoping he wasn't offended.

"No, it's okay, really," he responded, a hint of a smile on his face. "I am just a bit surprised; you know. But, of course, I am not going to reject your proposition," Sean said, his eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nervousness. There was a pause before he asked: "So, uh, where do we go?"

"We will need to get a cab. I don't live in the city centre," you told him as you both quickly finished your drinks and excused yourselves from your respective friends. 

Outside the bar, you hailed a cab and gave the driver your address. The drive was about 20 minutes, and during that time, you could feel the tension building up between you and Sean.

You stole glances at him, observing his hands fidgeting in his lap or how he occasionally looked at you before quickly looking away.

As you paid the cab driver and stepped out of the car, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. You have never done anything like this before, bringing a stranger home for a one-night stand.

But tonight, you wanted to let loose, to experience something new and thrilling. And Sean seemed like the perfect candidate for that.

As you walked up to your front door, you tried to stifle the butterflies in your stomach, the anticipation rising as Sean followed you.

"Holy shit, do you live here by yourself?"  Sean asked, looking at the terrace building in front of him, which was located in one of Dublin's most expensive suburbs. 

"Yes, well, no. My daughter lives here too, obviously, but she is with her father for the night," you told him  , unlocking the door and stepping inside. You glanced back at Sean, who looked impressed by the high-end decor.

"Fuck that's a nice place," he commented, taking in the modern furniture and designer touches scattered throughout the living room. "Didn't you say you were a student?" he asked, looking around the living room.

"Yes, that's right," you responded, slightly amused by his reaction to your house.

"But you live here all by yourself with your daughter?" Sean asked, furrowing his brow.

"Yes," you explained, fighting the urge to feel self-conscious about your arrangement with Cillian, which was something you did not want to delve into.

"Wow," he said, his eyes wide as he took in the opulent surroundings.

"Come on, let's go into the living room," you suggested. As you walked into the room, you motioned for Sean to take a seat on the plush sofa while you poured yourself a glass of wine from the open bottle on the coffee table. "Do you like wine?" you asked, turning to Sean.

"Uhm, not really," he replied, hesitantly. "But I am not really thirsty." 

You chuckled at his response, thinking to yourself that you might have to introduce him to the wonderful world of wine at a later date. But, for now, the only thing on your mind was getting close to him.

You sat down next to him on the sofa, taking a sip of your wine and watching as he nervously fidgeted in his seat.

"So, uhm, should I, uhm, kiss you or something" Sean asked, suddenly biting his bottom lip, as if realizing how forward he was being.

You chuckled at his nerves, reaching out to brush your fingers gently against his cheek before pulling him close to you. 

"Yes, I think that might be a good idea," you whispered, your lips hovering just above his.

Sean hesitated for a moment before he leaned forward the rest of the way, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

Unlike Cillian though, who was the only man you had ever kissed before now, Sean was not experienced. He was a little clumsy even and shy, as if he was overthinking every little movement he made. But, at the same time, there was a sweetness to his kiss that made you feel special.

"Do you want me to take off my dress?" you asked him, already starting to undo the zipper on the back before standing up and letting it fall to the ground, leaving you in nothing but a black lingerie piece which was conveniently covering the scar on your stomach. 

"Holy shit ," Sean muttered, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw you standing in front of him, completely naked except for the lingerie. "You are hot," he said, a hint of awe in his voice.

You felt yourself blushing slightly, embarrassed by his praise. But, at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his reaction. You had put a lot of effort into your appearance, taking extra care with your hair and makeup before leaving the house. It was nice to know that it had paid off.

"Thank you," you smirked before straddling him. You then began to unbutton  his shirt, revealing a muscular physique underneath.

As he laid back against the couch, you started kissing his neck and 

shoulder, tracing patterns with your tongue and fingertips. A faint tremor ran through his body, and a quiet moan escaped Sean's lips.

"You are so hard already," you  whispered, impressed by his response. You guided his hands to your breasts, encouraging him to touch you. He hesitated briefly before his fingers gently cupped your curves.

"Do you like that?" he asked, looking into your eyes, seeking approval.

"Yes, don't stop. Keep touching me," you urged, biting your lower lip as you leaned in to kiss him again. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans as you moved against each other.

Sean's hands were roaming all over your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he traced his fingers along your curves. His touch was gentle yet passionate.

"Let's go upstairs, to my bedroom," you  whispered in his ear, feeling his heartbeat quicken as you spoke the words.

He nodded, and you stood up, offering your hand to him, pulling him to his feet.

You led him upstairs to your bedroom, which was neatly decorated in soft colors, featuring elegant furniture pieces and a huge king-size bed in the center.

The room was dimly lit, and you immediately pulled Sean towards you for a kiss before unbuckling his belt.

"Let me see you," you told him as you unzipped  his pants, encouraging him to take off the rest of his clothes while you stood there, watching him, admiring his muscular shoulders and slender hips.

As he slid out of his jeans and took off his already open shirt, you couldn't help but feel a little shiver of excitement. He was toned, and there was something very attractive about his physique, even though you weren't particularly drawn to muscly men.

"You are so sculpted," you whispered appreciatively, running your fingers along his defined chest and abs.

"I am trying to be,"  he said, smiling bashfully. "I work out a lot."

You chuckled at his response, leaning in to kiss him again.

"Take off your briefs," you urged him, reaching down to unhook your bra for him. You let it slip off your shoulders and down your arms, your breasts spilling free.

Sean's breathing hitched as he looked at you, taking in the sight of your bare chest. You could sense the anticipation building between both of you, and you felt butterflies in your stomach as Sean tentatively reached out to touch you.

His touch was hesitant at first, but it quickly became more confident as he explored your body with his hands. The feel of his fingers softly brushing against your skin was incredibly arousing, and you moaned softly in response.

Eventually, he pushed down his briefs as you had requested, and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his arousal. 

He was only the second man you had ever seen like this before, but this did not deter you , and somehow, it made the whole experience even more exciting.

Sinking to your knees, you  took him in your hand and then leaned in to place a soft, open-mouthed kiss at the tip of his arousal. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching as his mouth dropped open in surprise and a deep groan rumbled from his chest at the contact.

Emboldened, you continued to tease him, licking and sucking at the tip before taking him further into your mouth, your head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm until, suddenly, he stopped you.

"I can't. I won't last if you keep doing that," Sean gasped, gritting his teeth after as a little as a minute of you teasing him .

You smirked at his response, slowly pulling back and standing up to face him. "I take it you like that?" you asked, raising an eyebrow and biting your lower lip as you took in the sight of him.

He nodded, unable to speak, his breathing heavy and ragged. You could tell that he was close to losing control, and you felt a thrill of excitement at the realization.

Without warning, you pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him as you continued to explore his body with your hands.

You could feel his arousal growing harder under you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of power at the effect you had on him.

"God, you're so gorgeous," Sean murmured, reaching up to brush a lock of hair away from your face. His fingers lightly traced the curves of your jaw, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment as you savored the sensation.

"I want you," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear and Sean nodded awkwardly.

"Okay, but maybe I should, you know, kiss you first down there ?" he asked nervously, his hands hesitating just above your hips, and you realized that he was struggling to contain himself.

"If you want to, sure," you nodded before wiggling out of your panties, tossing them to the side. As you both lay there, staring at each other, the silence in the room became heavy.

"You seem nervous," you finally broke the silence, your body trembling slightly.

"I am a little, but I want to make this special for you," Sean answered, stroking your thigh gently.

Your eyes locked on his green ones, becoming lost in their depths as he spoke. A faint smile touched your lips as you felt his hand drift lower, finally landing on the wetness between your legs.

"God, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice husky with arousal as his fingers began to explore the slickness and instinctively, you arched your back, urging him to go further.

Sean seemed to understand your unspoken request, and without hesitation, he gently eased a finger inside you. Your inner walls tightened around him, welcoming the intrusion as he began to move his finger in and out with a steady rhythm.

He then trailed kisses down your body until he reached the wetness between your legs with his mouth, teasing you with the tip of his tongue, but somehow missing your clit.

You tried to stifle your disappointment, lifting your hips towards him, encouraging his tongue to find its way but, again, he seemed to be overthinking and, after a frustrating amount of awkward furtive kisses and explorations, he sluggishly pressed his face against your heat.

You tried to adjust your position, trying to gain the friction you needed, but his movements were too slow and deliberate, almost robotic and you knew you had to put an end to this soon.

You had to think about how to fake an orgasm, and so you decided to close your eyes and pretend to arch your back involuntarily, letting out a moan to make it seem like you were getting close to climaxing.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, trying to make it sound believable, giving Sean an Oscar worthy performance of pure ecstasy.

"I am coming, that's it," you whispered, clenching your fists as you faked it - keeping your body tensed and eyes shut tight, while making your breath sound labored. 

Sean seemed relieved and thrilled with himself as he pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while giving you a proud look and you opened your eyes, smiling at him contently, thinking that, surely, the main act would be much more pleasurable than that. 

"Do you, uhm, have a condom?" he  asked, his eyes wide with a mix of arousal and uncertainty.

You nodded, still reeling from the intensity of your performance as you reached into the bedside table drawer, pulling out a condom.

Sean took it from you, tearing open the package with his teeth before rolling it down over his erection.

He then positioned himself above you, his green eyes meeting yours as he gently pushed inside.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, but you quickly adapted to the feeling of him inside of you.

"You feel so tight," Sean murmured, his eyes glazing over with pleasure as he began to rock his hips against yours.

You wrapped your legs around Sean's hips, pulling him closer as the sensations built inside of you.

He was different from Cillian, almost too gentle and measured, but you tried your best to enjoy the experience regardless.

"Harder," you urged, arching your hips against him, hoping to get a reaction.

Sean hesitated but, after a brief moment of doubt, he increased his pace, driving deeper into you with every thrust.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, his voice low and strained with pleasure.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of him inside you, trying to forget about the fact that you had to fake an orgasm earlier.

You moaned, encouraging him to keep going, but it felt  like something was missing. The sensations building inside of you were nothing like when you were with Cillian and it was difficult to match the feeling to the one you knew so well.

"Don't stop," you urged, wrapping your legs around Sean's hips, pulling him closer to you, hoping that the friction would be enough to bring you to the edge, but it didn't.

"Let me go on top," you suggested, feeling a rush of disappointment, but unsure of what else to do. "I want to ride you, please," you told him and the sheer mention of it excited him.

He carefully pulled out and moved aside, then you climbed on top of him.

You reached down and guided him back inside of you, letting out a low moan at the feeling of him filling you up once again.

Rocking your hips, you began to move against him, quickly finding a rhythm that was pleasurable but, before you could force yourself to orgasm, he lost control.  An explosion of ecstasy washed over his features as he jerked, gripping your waist tightly before his muscles weakened, collapsing against the bed. You stopped moving and indulged in the sight of him as he spent himself.

"Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened," he managed to stutter between gasps, collapsing against the bed. You giggled indulgently, stroking his damp hair as he lay there in recovery, amused by his reaction after his proclamation of wanting to make the experience special for you.

"Listen, it's fine, really. It was fun," you told him softly, brushing a strand of hair out of his face as you spoke. "Despite, you already made me cum, and I can't usually cum more than once, so it was great, really," you lied  , hoping he wouldn't catch on.

Sean nodded, still panting slightly as he caught his breath. He looked relaxed and contented as he gazed up at you, but there was something in his eyes that made you think he knew the truth, despite your attempt to cover it up.

"You know I could go again in an hour or so, make it up to you," he offered, stroking your thigh lovingly.

"I think that we should get some sleep and revisit this in the morning instead," you suggested, slowly pulling away from him.

You stood up, grabbing your discarded clothes from the floor before walking into the en-suite bathroom to clean yourself up.

When you finally emerged from the room, Sean was already fast asleep, his body sprawled out on top of the bedsheets, looking even more handsome and at peace than he had before.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, feeling a pang of guilt for having to fake your orgasm earlier. You had never done that before, and it had felt like a betrayal. But, at the same time, you had been too embarrassed to say anything, too afraid of hurting Sean's feelings.

Quietly, you made your way to the kitchen, seeking solace in a cup of hot tea. You sat there for what seemed like an eternity, lost in your thoughts as you tried to make sense of what had happened before, eventually, joining Sean in bed.

As the minutes ticked by, your eyelids grew heavy, and you eventually succumbed to the darkness.

When you woke up a few hours later, the gentle sunlight was streaming through the cracks in the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

Sean was still fast asleep, but you couldn't stay in bed much longer and made your way to the bathroom to have a shower.

The water felt refreshing on your skin as you stood under the showerhead, letting it wash over you, away from the lingering smell of sex.

As you stepped out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and took a moment to catch your breath. For a fleeting second, you wished that Cillian was here instead of Sean, but quickly suppressed the thoughts and turned your attention to the task at hand.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you walked quietly back into the bedroom but found that Sean had gone, but his pants hadn't. They were still lying on the bedroom floor.

You then heard some voices coming from downstairs and when realized that it was Cillian talking to Sean, you heart sank.

Minutes earlier...

Hearing the doorbell ring, not once, but twice, Sean was woken up from a deep slumber. Rubbing his eyes and yawning, he climbed out of bed, now clad only in his boxers, looking for you. 

"Y/N?" he called out as the doorbell rang again, growing a little more frantic as Sean kept on looking for you upstairs. 

When he realized that you were in the shower, he decided to walk downstairs to answer the door.

When he opened the door slightly so that he could poke his head out without revealing his half-naked body, Seam saw a familiar looking person standing there on the doorstep.

"Holy shit," Sean muttered, rubbing his eyes again, wondering whether he was still dreaming. "You look like the dude from that movie, Oppenheimer," he said tentatively, not realizing that he had already said it aloud while Cillian pulled open the door further, fixing the younger man with a stern look.

"Excuse me?" he asked, his eyebrow arching high up on his forehead as he looked Sean up and down with a critical eye. 

"Uh, yeah, you know, the actor from that movie about the atomic bomb that won a shit ton of Oscars this year?" Sean replied lamely, not quite sure why he had said that.

"Yeah, that is me," Cillian said, his face expressing puzzlement. "But who the fuck are you?"  Cillian asked, his voice clipped and impatient.

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