Choose Your D*ddy Bearded 👑 OSCAR ISAAC + Beards The Nativity Story (2006) Balibo (2009) Robin Hood

obi wan- savior complex

summary: you have a hard time being without obi wan since he's always out on missions and you're left at home

obi wan kenobi x gn!reader

warnings: making out, sexual allusions

word count: 1017

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Being Obi-Wan Kenobi's partner was difficult. He was always on missions and you were left staying at home and playing the role of a senator.

You were a Senator and both of your interests aligned so you were always talking and quickly became friends.

Once she had told you about the affair she was having with Anakin, you immediately felt safe to tell her about your relationship with Obi Wan.

Your pocket buzzed that moment and you pulled out your phone. Padme was calling.

You immediately picked up and her soothing voice came out of your phone.

"Hey Y/N how are you?" she asked kindly.

"I'm good Padme I was just reading over your speech," you said as you thumbed through the pages of her long speech.

"Really? What are your thoughts?" she questioned.

"I think that it's really good but I think in the ending you could add a little bit more pizzazz and emphasis on your main point you know?" you put the phone close to your ear.

"Oh I see what you're talking about," she went off the phone for a second to revise her speech.

"Alright now that that's done what's up with you," she asked her tone poking fun at you.

"Nothing really just Obi Wan isn't here and it's been really hard lately," you sighed as you could feel her frown from the phone.

"I'm so sorry Y/N I know how hard it is," her voice soothed you slightly as you laid back on the couch you were sitting on, ready to discuss a different topic.

"Enough about me how's your pregnancy going Padme?" you asked trying to get the subject off of your boyfriend.

"Thanks for asking it's been going well just the usual morning sickness and stuff but the babies started kicking more recently and I adore it," she sounded so happy.

"That's so great Padme I'm so happy for you," you gushed as you could hear her laughter ringing from the other side of the phone.

"Oh I got to go eat lunch Y/N but if you ever want to talk to me about the boyfriend problems I'm always here for you," Padme reassured you.

"Thanks, Padme have a nice lunch," you said as you hung up.

As you laid down and nestled into a pillow, Obi Wan burst through the door smiling at your lazy form. 

He was just as handsome as you had remembered. He had trimmed his auburn beard slightly from the last time you saw him and his hair was swooped to one side.

You brought your head up to look at him and a grin broke on your face as you ran up to him and jumped into his arms.

He caught you and placed a chaste kiss on your neck and then buried his head there.

For a while, you stayed like that just holding onto one another, finding comfort in each other's arms.

"I missed you so much," you mumbled as he kissed your head and played with your hair.

"I missed you too my angel," he said.

He put you down on the couch and laid over you pressing kisses all over you admiring your beauty.

You let out a soft moan as he sucked on your neck making him grin.

You both hadn't had alone time in so long.

As he made a move to take off your shirt something in his pocket buzzed and he immediately paused his actions to check his phone making you frown.

Once he looked at the message on his phone he glanced at you with his blue eyes glazed with sadness.

"I'm sorry Y/N I have to go. Master Windu needs me to go on a mission in Naboo," 

The moment he said that your eyes were downcast and you sighed.

"Obi Wan you just got back what do you mean you have to go on another mission. You barely have any downtime with me. The last time I saw you before this was two months ago," you looked up at him.

He sat beside you and caressed your cheek gently as you averted your eyes from him.

"Y/N this is my job as a Jedi I have to go. There could be people in danger," his voice was gentle which aggravated you.

"Master Windu could easily get any other Jedi, Obi Wan I want you to stay with me, please...at least for a few minutes," your voice cracked as he stared at you guiltily.

"Y/N..." 

"Please, Obi Wan I love you so much and I want you to stay for me. You're always saving other people but this time I want you to save me," you took his hand in yours and kissed it gently.

Obi Wan loved you so much and it hurt to not see you every day. 

"I'll talk to Master Windu but in the meantime, I'll stay with you," he looked so happy when you hugged him.

"My dear I always want to be with you. Don't you ever forget that. Whenever I'm on missions I'm always thinking of you...you're always on my mind," Obi Wan said as he played with your hair.

You laid on his chest and stared up into his ocean blue eyes.

"Me too," you said as you lifted a hand up to his cheek and he immediately melted at your touch as he brought his fingers to his lips.

Suddenly you lifted yourself up and started straddling his lap as he looked shocked for a split second.

"Maybe what I'm about to do to you will make you consider not leaving me for a while," you brought your lips close to his ear making him shudder.

"My love-"

You cut him off by smashing your lips onto his in a needy, rough kiss.

He immediately kissed you back with just as much neediness as he cupped your cheeks.

Suddenly you stopped kissing him making him grunt with disappointment.

"Aww you're a little upset huh?" you taunted as you cocked your head to the side placing your fingers underneath his chin.

"Beg for me," you said darkly as you touched his beard gently.

"Y/N please...my love...please touch me I can't take it," his eyes were eager as he stared at you, swallowing.

You smirked at his response and then got down to your knees, spreading his legs apart.

"There's my good boy,"

Im deeply in love with him...

T-This look

I think I just had a heart attack-

The Vegan In A Steakhouse

Summary: Steven took you out for dinner but certainly didn't expect to be the main course.

Pairing: sub!Steven Grant x fem!Reader (brief mentions of Marc and Jake)

Word Count: ~ 2k

Content Warning: fluffy restaurant smut 18+!, very public teasing, pet names, Steve being the bottom that he is, soft FemDom reader, a pair of ruined pants, a lot of action under the table, a hint of degradation kink

A/N: There's no way I could write something about Steven Grant without slipping some Egyptian history talk in there

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Carefully flipping the pages of the leather-wrapped menu the waiter had handed to Steven and you a couple of minutes ago, you heard the man sitting in front of you huff.

"What's a bloody vegan gonna eat in a steakhouse?" Steven mimicked the insensitive words his pain-in-the-ass boss Donna had thrown at him the other day.

The more Steven had told you about her, the more you disliked that woman for being a condescending twat. She clearly was very narrow-minded when she thought it was a silly idea to take you out to a steakhouse just because he preferred not to eat any animal related products.

"Stupid goose.", Steven mumbled, obviously still agitated by Donna's antics "Look, there's plenty of beautiful salads on the menu and who am I to say no to a very charming serving of chips? They even offer vegan mayonnaise!"

His little fuss elicited a small chuckle from you, because Steven took everything to heart... sometimes more than for his own good necessary.

"Steven..", you lowered the menu so you could peak over it's edge across the table "She's not worth your thoughts and besides, I'm really happy that you took me here."

To support your words, you threw him a warm smile and a small nod.

A sigh fell from his lips as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. He still had that sparkle in his eyes, looking at you as if it was the first time he took you out on a date. Steven had this very special, unadulterated beam of affection whenever he looked at you and even after months of dating him it never failed to make you heart skip a beat.

"I'm glad to hear that, love." He responded, the frown on his forehead softening out.

"Let's just have a good night out. We both deserve that."

Steven nodded at that before he lowered his focus back onto the menu. You were sure to notice a faint flush of red on his cheeks and you bit your tongue to withhold a satisfied grin.

First and foremost he deserved this night out because he'd been such a good boy for you the past weeks.

After getting to know him it didn't take much to figure out that Steven Grant from the gift shop liked to be guided by a bit more of a firm hand and you gladly had taken that place. The both of you complemented each other in that way very well. So, to test your good boy's patience a bit you had proposed the idea of a little chastity to him. To that Steven had excitedly agreed, whereas Marc, let alone Jake weren't the biggest enthusiasts of this game to say the least. Eventually both of them had stopped their little frustration tantrum because, even though you also knew and got along well with Marc and Jake, it was mainly Steven you were dating and the other two came to terms with taking a step back.

After studying your own menu once more, you reached out to a waiter, letting them know you were ready to order. While Steven had decided on a large portion of thick-cut chips with a serving of said vegan mayonnaise in addition to a grilled veggie sandwich, you treated yourself to a rump steak with a salad on the side. You wrapped up your order with the waiter's recommendation for a bottle of red wine since neither of you were big in the wine game.

"Did you know...", It nearly bursted out of Steven as soon as the waiter had left "In ancient Egypt people mainly had only breakfast and dinner? They started their day with bread and beer."

"That doesn't sound all to bad, does it?" You snickered not only at the info given but also at seeing Steven taking the next best opportunity to talk about what he was passionate about. You enjoyed hearing about all that he had to tell. It reminded you of your childhood hyperfixation with ancient Egypt that sadly died along the way. Almost even more you loved seeing his face lighten up whenever he had the chance to just ramble without any judgment or fear of being annoying and that, for sure, he was not.

"And what about dinner?" You asked, reassuring him that you wanted to hear more about it.

A wide smile spread across Steven's clean shaven face and with an undeniable enthusiasm he continued: "Dinner was more of an opulent thing. Of course, more beer and bread but also different meats and vegetables. Preferably garlic, scallions, cucumbers and turnips. And...", He playfully rose one of his defined eyebrows "Back then it would've been quite a big no-no what we are doing here."

"Oh, how come?" You responded with a curious smile playing around your lips while leaning your face into the palm of one hand.

"Since we aren't married we would've gotten separated by gender for one of those fancy banquets." Steven reciprocated, his gaze slowly turning to the side from where a waiter was approaching, ready to pour two glasses of wine.

Both of you thanked the waiter after they elegantly filled both glasses with deep red liquid and left the bottle at the table.

"Appears a bit prude to me.", You stated while rasing your glass towards Steven "Cheers to being in the here and now then, hm?"

"Cheers to that and... cheers to us."

The filigree glasses clinked against each other.

"Cheers to us." You repeated, guiding the glass to your lips and taking a sip.

To your relief it didn't take too long for the food to arrive. As nice as sitting there and chatting with Steven was, your stomach had already been rumbling as you arrived at the restaurant. After taking a few bites out of your steak, you were sure to have ordered the right thing because it was without any doubt truly delicious. Now that you had stilled the most pressing needs of your stomach your attention shifted back to Steven, who was gleefully munching away on some chips.

Holding back a mischievous grin, you slowly slipped one foot out of the heels that you were wearing and stretched your leg towards Steven's. Your toes gently nudged his knee and upon that he coughed under his breath, almost getting a piece of fried potato stuck in his throat.

"How are the chips?" You asked, your voice laced with play-pretend innocence.

"They.. uh... they are great!" Steven mumbled, a faint rush of confusion washing over his features.

"How's the steak?" He asked in return, his eyes transfixed on his plate.

"Oh, it's really enjoyable." With your response your foot rose a bit higher towards the inside of his thigh.

In the span of seconds Steven's cheeks flushed red.

"Is everything alright, dear?"

"Sure, I- I'm aces." He already sounded close to tripping over his own words and you had to pull yourself together so hard as not to let a laugh slip over your tongue.

"I'm glad to hear that. I've put you through quite the hassle the last few weeks, hm?"

"Ah, no, it- it's, I've been... it's all good." Steven huffed, not yet daring to look up from his plate as you deliberately caressed his slacks-clad thigh underneath the luxurious eggshell-white table cloth.

Tonight he served quite a look in his button up shirt and a fancy burgundy tie. As per usual he really was trying his best when it came to you and you couldn't be more grateful for all the effort he put into pleasing you.

"I gotta say...", You stated with a carefully low voice after taking a good sip from your glass "You've really been such a good boy for me, Steven."

Now not only his cheeks were flushed, but his entire face got covered in a flustered red at which your heart started pounding faster.

"Have I... ma'am?" His ever so softly murmured words sent a shiver down your spine.

"Oh yes, you have." With that your self-control eventually crumbled into nothingness and you let your foot glide right towards his crotch.

A gasp fell from both of your mouths as you gently stroke across his slacks where his already painfully hard cock was straining against the soft fabric.

"And I think you finally deserve a reward for that." This time you didn't even try to withhold the mischievous excitement in your voice.

Apparently it hit Steven right where it should because as your words seeped into his mind, his silver fork fell out of his grip and hit the table with a muffled thud.

"Ts-ts..." , You clicked your tongue "Keep it together, Steven, c'mon."

His hand was visibility trembling as he picked up the cutlery again.

"That's right.... now please enjoy your meal before it's getting cold." You administered, while slowly rubbing against his hard on.

"I- I don't think I can..." The letters leaving his mouth were barely even more than a chocked back moan.

"Oh, I'm sure you can."

You recognised his heavy breathing as he tried his best to push the fork into a pile of chips, guiding the stacked food to the little bowl of mayonnaise.

The weeks of abstinence had surely left him desperate and aching for relief. You felt his need for it right underneath your foot as it stroke up and down his length.

"Please..." Steven's raspy voice pleaded.

"Please what?" You arched your eyebrows "You should look at me when you talk to me."

Yet again his face changed into an even deeper, more embarrassed shade of red. His lips pressed down onto one another before he slowly dragged his eyes from the delicate porcelain plate to meet your stern glare.

In that very moment you wouldn't have traded whatever riches for the sight right in front of you. Steven was but puddle in need for your loving touch, his pupils blown with lust.

"Please..", He started anew, "I- I can't take much more..."

"Oh, poor puppy.", You administered a tad more pressure to your foot "So worried about what everyone around will think, huh?"

He nodded, hardly able to keep his composure.

"Then you better behave yourself."

You didn't break from his eyes while you wouldn't stop torturing him underneath the table, rubbing over his throbbing cock again and again. Small droplets of sweat were forming on his forehead while his jaw clenched and flat breaths left through his nose.

"Oh lord..." Steven pressed through gritted teeth, his hands wrapping around the cutlery so hard that you thought he'd snap it right in half.

"Be a good puppy for me. Just let go. We both know you need it."

Steven's gaze drilled into yours, a watery sheen spreading across his eyes. God, he was about to fall apart inbetween so many people who had no idea what was going on.

"Ma'am!" He exhaled in a low moan right before you felt him spilling his pent up seed onto himself.

The warm load soaked his boxers and through his slacks until you felt the wetness on the sole of your foot.

"What a good boy..." You exhaled, feeling the thrill of the situation ripple through your body.

"And now, eat up... you don't want to miss dessert, do you?"

Repeat after me.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

[Just look at him, he is literally 🥺]

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

gifs credit

hear me out..what abt u and miguel in a hotub trying to hide that fact that you guys are literally screwing eachother in front of the others🤭🤭and he’s talking u through it..whispering in ur ear..telling u to be quiet while he’s literally roaming his hands all over u! 😋😋

this is a leeetle bit funny to me bc in real life, sex is the last thing i'd wanna do in a hot tub. But for Miguel..... 😍😍

Wandering Hands

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: Husband!Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

summary: You're on a trip away with your husband, Miguel. He gets handsy. (Hot tub sex + Husband!Miguel)

warnings: 18+ , fingering, p in v, instructional, Miguel talks you through it, teeny tiny bit of f!dom, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, very very sappy. Minors DNI

a/n: this is disgustingly sappy and cheesy at some points - I kinda have to apologise in advance. I've had a rough week lmao

very big thank you to my beta reader @tianyhi <33

wc: 2.7k

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Wandering hands: Miguel has wandering hands. 

It's your anniversary, and that's the thought you're left with as he kneads your thigh, eyes low at a fancy resort. A resort you practically dragged him to, mind you.  He's a workhorse; absorbed in his job and everything that comes with it. Your husband; diligent and devoted, as always; he needed a break. Somewhere hot, somewhere expensive. It’s what he deserved. And whilst he would never take the initiative to book one for himself, isn't that what a wonderful SO was there for?

To his credit, he's been 'unplugged' since the moment you got here - putting away his work laptop and ignoring all the calls he'd get from overbearing clients. His sole focus for this whole week is you; and he's made that abundantly clear. The lingering looks, gentle touches: everything about him screams love and warmth. And he's all yours - a fact that still sends you spiralling, every now and then. All yours. 

"You're not paying attention, cariño." He says under his breath, swirling the wine under his nose like the man in front of him. 

You're both at a wine tasting, like sophisticated adults (...who had made fun of the idea on the way over). Miguel's wearing pressed trousers that hang on his frame just right, and a tank top underneath an open button-up. The peek of flesh makes you hot under the collar like a Victorian housewife, and you flush when you realise you're staring. Miguel pinches your cheek with a laugh, soothing it with a simple kiss. 

Huffing, you take a sip of the expensive wine without thinking. There’s a gasp from the sommelier, and the small group turns to look at you. Your face heats up when you realise what you’ve done - shirking from the pack of eyes silent with sharp critique. A man beside you taps your shoulder with a slimy smile. 

“Miss, that’s a 1978 Monfortino. It probably costs more than your rent.” 

“...I thought this was a wine tasting. So eventually, we have to… taste. The wine.” Miguel chuckles into his drink, squeezing at your waist. You make a fair point.

The man laughs, smug. “With all due respect, it’s an experience of the senses… maybe this is your first time somewhere with this kind of price tag, but it’s quite rude to-”

Miguel clears his throat, flashing a disarming smile at the man to your side. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, with a dangerous veneer you’ve seen before. The smile he gives before closing a big deal at work, calculated and shiny – when he smells blood in the water. 

“With all due respect, watch your fucking tone.” 

His face drops just as quickly, and he downs the rest of his wine, standing up - hand outstretched to take you with him. Gladly, you follow, click-clacking in your heels and little dress; hand tight around his.

“...Pinche idiota…vete a la verga…smug little-” It’s under his breath, but his intensity makes you giggle. 

In the elevator up to your room, he stews, brow creased in little furrows. A force of habit, he pulls you closer, tucking away a stray strand of hair. With a smile, you knead his temples, smoothing the creases. He visibly softens and leans into your touch.

“You’re on vacation, Miguel. Relax, baby.” 

“S’not that simple.” He grumbles, but chases your lips with his own, regardless.

Defiant, you move at the last moment, chin up in the air.

“No, I’m being serious.” He snakes a hand to your ass, dancing over the hem of your dress. 

"I could think of a few ways to decompress, if you're up for it…" Voice low and silky, want pools at the base of your stomach. 

"Miguelito, the bedroom voice doesn't work on me, anymore." You slather on the charm, batting your eyelashes in a way that makes him laugh. He rolls his eyes. 

"Let's do something. I think…I think the spa's still open? We could get a massage-" 

"I don't want a massage unless it's you, baby."

"...or go to the sauna-"

"Didn't pack the right clothes, m'afraid."

"God, don't be mean." It's your turn to roll your eyes. And you whack at his chest, admonishing him gently. "What about the hot tubs?"

He turns his head to the side as if he's deep in thought. Pondering, weighing up the options; when really, the only thought in his head was you in a tiny bikini. 

"If you insist, cariño." 

~~~

The spa isn't too far from your hotel, a stone's throw from the beach. You walk with Miguel in the pleasant evening heat, flip-flops and cover ups light on your back. 

There at the back, open air, behind rows of beach houses and overlooking the sea. You settle into the tubs, each one sectioned by wooden slats and climbing plants - not visible from the main spa, but not completely closed off, either. You can still hear the quiet buzz of other people, although it's not too full this late in the day. 

You slip the light fabric onto the floor, and step out of the cover-up. Miguel, already in the water, watches the light ripple off of your skin. You don't catch him staring, but you feel it. His gaze is heavy as he drinks it in; you are dappled and gorgeous, and his heart is full. You slip in, shuffling up close to him in the dull thrum of the water jets. 

Eyes closed, you rest your head on his shoulder. "You're staring." 

"Yeah." It's so soft, said in the press of warm bodies, that you almost don't hear it. Playfully, he flicks your forehead - in that little triangle between your eyebrows that appears when you're resting. It's cute, he thinks. "...you got a problem with that?"

Laughing, you shake your head. "It's not too much?" 

He moves closer to you, hands on your hips and mouth pressing soft kisses into your neck. 

"The trip, I mean. It was a little last minute, and there was that thing with our passports…" You sigh, turning towards him, hand on his chest to stop him. "I just thought you needed a break. And I know this isn't usually your thing, but I want you to enjoy yourself. If you're not, let me know, and I'll book the first plane out of here, I promise." 

You're looking up at him, clearly worried, and his heart breaks. It's almost as if you've forgotten that an anniversary entails both people, together as one. The truth is, as long as he's with you, and you're having a good time… 

"Doesn't matter where we go, cariño. I'm right where I need to be if I'm with you." He says it like a statement - so matter-of-factly it makes your head spin. Because, you suppose, to him it was a ubiquitous truth: that in every universe, every iteration, the both of you belonged together. What would sound over the top or cheesy coming from someone else, is made so simple by Miguel. A fundamental truth: his home, his happiness, his heartaches and highest highs, were with you, and you alone. 

"Promise me."

"Hand on my heart, baby." He places a palm that spans the crest of his ribcage. "...I promise."

He guides you onto his lap, so your back presses to his. His kisses are so light and airy, you don't notice how his hand creeps towards your thigh and the gentle movement of his hips under yours. 

"You always take care of me," His hand snaps the band of your bikini bottoms, making you writhe on his lap. "Let me return the favour. Relax, cariño."

You nod, gently, eyes blown when you realise what exactly that means. Miguel's large palms dance over your tummy, pinching at the flesh to make you laugh; and then down to your thighs, to paw at them. He shifts, directing you over the jet by the base of the seat, and there is delicious pressure at your clit. 

He cups your pussy under the foam of the water, ripping a heady moan of which you try to subdue. You lean into it: the hand that's now migrated into your bikini, the rock of his hips, and the hickeys he sucks into skin. Coupled with the fact you were in public, he brings you to climax quicker than even he expected. You were so needy, everything about your body telling him you wanted more - needed more. He presses the pad of his finger over your clit, barely there, and you claw at his arms under the water. 

"More?" He coos, dulcet tones brushing the shell of your ear. "Pórtate bien,  okay?" 

So lost in your haze, you don't register the steady padding of a pair of people coming towards you, behind the wooden divider. A head pops over, and you still his wandering hands. 

"Oh, there y'all are!" You see the bronzed face of Jess and her husband, a couple you had met during the trip. She bounces towards you both with dizzying accuracy, donned in a bright swimsuit and sheer cover up around her waist. Her husband is quieter, opting for a nod to Miguel, behind you. 

"Can we join you? Hope we aren't interrupting anything."

Miguel meets your eyes. 

"Is it okay?" He says, a thousand words said in your exchange. We don't have to do anything, it's up to you.

"It's fine," You breathe and then louder, to Jess. "It's fine."

He kisses your forehead and squeezes you closer, shifting so you feel his growing length under his shorts. An action that would seem innocent to a passer-by but below the surface… 

He starts off slow, imperceptible movements as he strokes your clit. It makes you impatient, irritated that he had the audacity to start something he couldn't finish. Or, wouldn't, rather. You make lazy conversation with Jess and her husband; innocuous little things that barely take your mind off of Miguel behind you. 

Some time goes by, and he's somewhat conservative – hand pressed against your pussy like his fingers were made for you. You get used to the pressure, as Jess talks about her day.

"...they're having a sale, as well! We're gonna go back there tomorrow, because, God, there were these earrings that I couldn't take my eyes off of, real gold, and only-" 

"Fuck!" He slips two fingers in, without warning, sinking to the knuckle as your little hole adjusts. Jess pauses, a little confused. 

"I was just…" He scissors them ever so slightly, enjoying watching you squirm. "...t-thinking about how great that deal was. Like… fuck! Real gold!" 

Internally, you wince, hoping she buys it. Jess isn't stupid, but you don't think she knows you well enough to notice your husband fingering you in a hot tub. You hope. 

"Right." She gives you the benefit of the doubt. "Not gold-plated, real gold."

You nod, hoping the foam from the jets is hiding the way you rock into Miguels' fingers. They feel good, curling up into you at that spongy spot he knows too well. 

"There's a good food spot, by the boardwalk. I think they do…" She turns to her husband, who has an arm draped around her. 

"Pasta, baby."

"Pasta! Yes, of course. We had a gorgeous meal and they served mussels, with the dish you were on about, before."

A beat. And then another. There’s a pregnant pause, before Miguel nudges you gently. "Yeah, sorry. It was the… garlick-y… one that had, um…"

You can't concentrate, against his wide torso, his hands between your legs: your brain goes fuzzy. You catch a smile tugging at his lips; and you almost scream. It's cruel, and all he can do is laugh. 

"Miguel's more interested in that stuff, m'afraid." You give her a weak smile, and Miguel rewards you with a thumb to your clit. 

It takes you everything not to jump at the pleasure that rocks your core; and you clamp a hand to his thigh. You make eye contact and he smiles; the smug fuck; gently chattering on with Jess about your trip to a local market, the other day. He's as casual as can be, and seemingly unaffected. 

You try your hardest to nod and smile where necessary; giving simple answers that wouldn't require much thought. In the cool night air, the conversation is pleasant enough, but your husband insists on stretching out your orgasm – watching for the tell-tale signs and pulling away. It's a game of cat and mouse; and whilst you just want to get off, Miguel takes pleasure in the chase. 

"We should be heading off, I think." Jess says after a while. "Just wanted to catch up with you two."

Miguel smiles, dizzying and innocuous. "We're happy to, Jess."

They slip out with a splash, and she nods towards you. "You ok, sweetheart? You just seem a bit out of it, today."

Perhaps too hastily, you nod. "I think…I t-think it was something I ate."

"Oh." She looks a little worried, and it makes you feel guilty. "You get better then. I'll give you a call tomorrow."

"Thanks, Jess." And with that, they make their way out. 

Once out of sight, Miguel speeds up, his other hand on your thigh to wrench your legs open. The speed makes you dizzy, melting with your head back on his shoulder and desperately humping his hand for some relief. The rock and slosh of water over tiles barely registers in your fog. 

As you moan and writhe, he whispers filth into your ear. 

"Quieter, cariño. What if someone hears?" You whine and all he does is chuckle, lowly. "What if they find you, spread on my lap, fucking yourself on my fingers?" 

"You're being mean."

"Eso no es justo, amor." He titters, shaking his head. "You told me to relax, no? This is how I want to relax." 

Tears prick at your eyes, as he uses his other hand to rub circles into your clit, the warm froth washes over you both, but all you can feel is him. 

"¿Dime que quieres, hermosa?" What do you want?

"M'close, Miguel." You bite down another moan. “I’m ready.”

"Want to feel it, baby. Cum for me."

You tilt your head to the side, and he captures your lips with his own – in awe as you clamp around his fingers. Grinding down on his crotch, you ride out your orgasm. The way he makes you feel is hot, and wet and filthy. 

When your shaking legs still, you turn around to face him. He's hard, and too much of a gentleman to take his own pleasure. You slip a hand into his shorts, hand hot against his cock. It's his turn to lean into the bliss: head back and lips slightly parted with pleasure. 

You've always liked his lips, plump and kissable, a pretty pink that just fits against yours. 

"You're teasing." He hisses softly. 

You scrape your nails along his chest, and he keens, clutching your hand close to his heart. 

"...and what exactly have you been doing all night?“ You make a tight ring with your fingers, squeezing his tip and his hips jump up. 

"Vale, vale, vaaale…." He paws at you waist, a little desperate. "Fuck- I get it."

You give him a kiss, wet and needy, before slipping the gusset of your bikini to the side and sinking down on his length. He cries out and you swallow it, pressing yourself even closer to him. With your tits against his chest like that, he can't think straight. You shift against his length, finding a steady rhythm but it's too slow – and Miguel grows impatient. With a growl, he places both hands on your hips, forcing you downwards as you writhe on his length. 

"Dámelo, dámelo…" He slams his cock into you - hard and fast and just the way you like it. "Just like that, baby, just like-" 

That growing coil at the base of your stomach snaps, and you clamp around him. But he doesn't stop, just fucks you through it until he cums, hot and sticky fluids spilling into you. Panting, you capture him into a kiss. You separate, and he's got a dopey smile on his face. 

Content. Relaxed, even. 

~~~

Jess calls you the morning after, and you answer. 

"Hey, everything ok?" You yawn into the receiver, a little tired from last night's activities.

"I said I would call, didn't I?" 

You hum. "...suppose you did."

"You feeling better now Miguel's not playing with your pussy in a hot tub?" 

Shit. You almost drop the phone. "Jesus, we didn't-" 

"Save. It." She grumbles something you can't quite hear; something you suspect you're better off not hearing, anyways. 

"...Sorry. We weren't really thinking."

"Damn straight." She pauses. "I'm not mad, sweetheart. Can’t even judge you, to be honest. As I always say, it's not a real vacation until you fuck your husband somewhere you shouldn't-" 

"Gross, Jess."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did the woman who got fingered in a hot tub just say something??" 

You wince at the vulgarity of her words. 

"....Ouch." 

She laughs into the speakerphone, and you join her. Besides you, Miguel stirs, a little smile on his face. Half asleep, he thinks he’s heard an angel, voice light and airy in the space of your hotel room.

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Doctor: How many sexual partners have you had?

Me, who reads smut fun fictions about different characters on daily basis…

I Adore You.

Summary ~ You and Joel had been separated for 10 years and can't keep your hands off him when you see each other again.

WARNINGS ! ~ Female!Reader | Oral {F} | PiV | Touch starved reader and Joel | Reader ain't had sex in 10 years poor girl | makeout | Joel being sappy | Cowgirl position {Agent Whiskey Reference?} | Joel dirty talking

Joel miller was something else. You couldn't get enough of his scruffy beard, dark eyes and brooding face.

You were nothing but his neighbour.

Well, not anymore. After a glass of wine or two you were confessing how you had always found him attractive, and the fantasies that had conjured in your mind.

That's how you found yourself tangled with him in the sheets. And that wouldn't be the first.

You started 'officially' dating about a week after that.

And then four years of pure bliss. His daughter loved you, and you loved her. Everything felt so right.

But then the outbreak hit. Joel was out, had to pick Tommy up. So you stayed back to make sure that Sarah wasn't home alone.

And everything went to hell.

Sarah was shot, you and Joel got split up. You didn't know what the fuck you were gonna do.

Fast forward around ten years and you live in a bit of a society. Nothing glamorous for sure, but it was home.

You had a little flower shop, nothing fancy, more of a shack with a painted sign.

People thought you were crazy for it. But you saw it as an opportunity for other people. You wanted people to still be able to find love. Something that was cruelly taken from you.

And people loved it, you had multiple people a day coming in to buy flowers from you to give to another person in the society; it always warmed your heart.

You hadn't fucked anyone since Joel. You were still hopelessly in love with him. But there had been plenty of nights with your hand down your pants imagining your fingers were his.

'Y/N! Y/N! Guess what!' Gloria said skipping over to your little shop (shack).

'What's up?' you asked giving a bouquet of tulips to a customer.

'Newcomers! We haven't had some in months! And, and, I heard they're moving next door to you! They said they weren't staying long but oh my god!' Gloria said practically bouncing off the walls.

You smiled at her, she was always so full of energy.

'What're their names?'

'I don't know, I only saw them. Good God the guy was hot though. Older than us by a good few years but Jesus I would've jumped his bones if I had the chance' Gloria said leaning against the shack.

You just laughed, cutting the end of stems off some roses.

'I'll make sure to visit them this afternoon and try and set you up' you giggled.

Then, Gloria was off. Practically skipping with excitement.

You finally got home for the day, holding a pot with a sunflower in it.

You walked up to the door next to yours, the unoccupied one that is, and knocked on the door.

It swung open a few seconds later, a girl standing before you, young, maybe 14-15?

'Uh hi' she said skeptically.

'Hi, I'm your new neighbour I guess, I bought a little house warming present' you said extending the flowerpot towards her.

Thankfully she smiled and invited you in for coffee.

'How long you been here?' The girl, Ellie, asked.

'Maybe five years? I can barely remember' you replied, coffee mug in hand and standing near the fridge. 'You here with your dad?' you continue.

'Something like that, family but not family' Ellie shrugged, washing her now empty coffee. 'He's not here right now, should be back soon though'

You both heard the door open, 'speak of the devil' she said, placing the cup down on the busted drying rack.

You didn't peak around the corner of the wall, blocking your view to the front door. Not wanting to seem desperate to meet the guy.

You heard heavy footsteps on the old wood floors, and then you saw the figure come around the corner.

You dropped your mug, it shattering to the ground. Joel.

Joel's eyes widened as soon as he saw you 'sweetheart' he said breathlessly.

you were frozen. Tears streaming down your face.

'Do you guys know each other?' Ellie asked, breaking the silence.

Joel nodded slightly, still just as shocked as you were.

'I'm gonna go look around, give you guys some space' Ellie said walking out the kitchen and out the door.

As soon as you heard it shut, Joel strode forward and enveloped you in a bear crushing hug. You cried silently into his shoulder.

'I know baby, it's okay' he whispered into your hair.

You looked up at him, stroking the scruffy beard you loved so much.

He smiled down at you, tears flooding his eyes. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss.

Immediately you moaned into his mouth, missing how whenever his lips were on yours, all your senses were full of him.

Joel started moving you, directing you towards to bedroom.

He pushed you gently down onto the (crappy) mattress. And started kissing down your jawline and neck.

You grabbed at his shirt and lifted it off him; allowing him to do the same to you.

'Fuck I missed you' he moaned, leaning down to mouth at your bra clad breasts.

God you missed his voice when he gets like this, it soaks your panties and causes you to arch your back slightly.

Joel moves down and unbuttons your jeans, stripping them off your legs.

'Fuck, you've soaked through your panties darlin''.

you mewled at his words, bucking your hips up to his face; he pulled your panties off and you watched as he licked his lips, staring at your glistening cunt.

He leans forward and licks a broad stripe up your slit; moaning at the taste as you groan and buck your hips.

'Fuck me, nearly forgot how good you tasted baby doll'

your hips bucked up into Joel's face, his strong forearm coming to pin your hips down.

He continued to devour you, licking and sucking on your cunt.

Jesus Christ you missed this; his tongue feels like a gift from God.

Your hands reached down and into Joel's messy hair. tugging on it softly.

'You can pull harder than that baby, I know you can' Joel smiled at you before diving back into your cunt.

You then felt two thick fingers plunge into your hole. Your back arches off the bed and you pull Joel's face further into you.

'Joel-fuck! I'm gonna-ohmygod-I'm gonna cum!' you moan.

Joel doubles his efforts his fingers curling upwards into the spot that makes you see stars, triggering your orgasm almost immediately.

'Joel! Joel fuck!' you mewled as his fingers guided you through your orgasm.

You felt the mattress dip and Joel was kissing you again, you felt the bulge in his pants bump your clit and you gasped against his mouth.

You mustered all the strength you could and rolled the two of you over; you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room. You unbuckled Joel's belt and he lifted his hips so you could pull them off.

You practically ripped off Joel's boxers and spat in your hand; you grasped his cock and stroked it a few times before hovering over it.

You aligned your cunt with his cock and sunk down slowly. Moaning out at the pleasurable sting the stretch gave you.

Joel groaned underneath you, almost a growl. His hands digging into your hips; surely leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake.

'You're so tight holy shit' Joel said, resisting the urge to buck his hips into you.

'Haven't-fuck, haven't slept with anyone since you' you moaned, starting to move on his cock.

'Oh fuck, I fucking adore you' he moaned.

You lifted your hips, slamming them back down; Joel almost whimpering.

You started bouncing hard on his cock and he rutted his hips up into you as you sank down each time.

Your head was thrown back and your cunt was getting wetter with each moan Joel let out.

You loved how desperate he sounded underneath you. Clearly missing this as much as you. Maybe even more.

You reached down to rub at your clit, before Joel slapped your hand away; and just as you were going to whine he started rubbing tight circles into your clit.

You moaned and your cunt squeezed around Joel's cock and he thrusted upwards into you.

'I'm so close baby' Joel moaned; you nodded, nearly coming just from his voice.

Your cunt fluttered around Joel's dick as your orgasm came over you.

'That's it honey, fucking milk my cock' Joel said as your rode him through your orgasm.

He thrusted up into you a few more times before you felt his come spill inside of you and drip down your thighs.

You caught your breath momentarily before climbing off him, wincing at the slight overstimulation.

You went to lay next to him and he pulled the covers over the two of you.

Your head was rested on his chest, and you listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart; before he spoke, 'I meant what I said'

'hm?'

'I adore you'

HI BOZOS!!! This ones a bit short again but goodness gracious the chokehold that Pedro Pascal has over me. Anyway hoped you like ittt

no longer apart | obiwan

Warning: smut with fluff toward the end, rough in the beginning, 18+, dom obi-wan undertones.

Summary: Obi-Wan gets back from Geonosis, smut ensues, cuddling at the end.

Word Count: 439

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Dream Boy (2/?)

Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader

↪ Warnings: Fluff, Tiny Angst, Not the best of Writing

↪ Summary: Your coworker seems to be a weirdo. but not a bad weird. Maybe, a cute- a cute weirdo?

A/N : Mostly just a sub in story. This is from my Wattpad

Tags : @later-gators12

Words: 1k

The sun hit your closed eyelids.

You grunted as the light continued to irritate your eyes. Your hand came up to your forehead to rub it. Trying to soothe the pain.

You had another day of work to get to. Luckily, waking up wasn't too bad. Once you remembered what you had to do today it made a smile creep on your face.

Not necessarily what, but more like who.

A loving sigh escaped your lips as you rose from your mattress.

"Steven.."

You smiled as your eyelids lifted. You saw the sun, once again, making sun rays through your window.

It was a wonderful sight as you read your alarm.

6:00...

"Much better.."

You mumbled as you reached for your phone. You checked one of your list apps to see what you had planned for today. You wrote down what you needed to bring, some goals, and some exciting books to get to.

Especially your Egyptian books. Those are what interested you most.

Steven had appeared back into your mind. You tried to shake the thoughts away but somehow they didn't.

Then a look of shock came from your face.

'He doesn't even know my name'

Your hand softly touched your lips as you thought about this. You sighed, your heart felt broken but you knew it wasn't. What was happening to you?

This feeling. You didn't understand it.

You pushed yourself off your bed and made a plan. 'Don't get attached'

You gathered all your essentials and made it out the door with some time to waste. You thought it would be best to grab a coffee. You greeted your neighbors as you walked down your street. It was a calm morning with birds chirping, and the sun shining onto your soft skin.

You felt cool. It wasn't too hot nor too cold. Just cool.

A calm smile was set on your face. You rested at your bus stop sipping your coffee, excited to see a familiar face at the museum.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

Finally, the bus had made it to your stop. You had finished your warm beverage and threw it out. As you got on, you noticed how packed it was.

'This isn't going to be a fun ride, is it?'

An unamused sigh exited your lips as you squeezed past people to make it to the back of the bus.

You were suddenly pressed up against another man. Your hands couldn't be placed on your sides so you were forced to rest your hands on the poor man's chest.

You were too embarrassed to look up to the victim who was now in your grasp.

"I-I know you"

The man huffed. You darted towards the voice to see someone familiar.

Steven.

The bus suddenly swerved to the left, causing Steven to push you up against the wall of the bus. Your body tensed up as you tried to keep balance.

Steven's arm was right above your shoulder. Hopefully, this didn't spiral into a mess.

The curly-haired boy looked down at you and looked incredibly embarrassed. He tried to move his arm away, but the bus was moving in a way that if he did remove it, he would smother you with his chest.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry about this uh"

He seemed to try and call you something. Your brain remembered the fact he never got your name.

"Y/n"

You huffed out trying to find somewhere else to look besides his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Y-yes, Y/n, I'm terribly sorry"

You instantly reassured him. He accepted the reassurance but you could tell that he somehow didn't fully attain it.

His eyes seemed to be glued to you. When you noticed his glare he would turn towards the window. Then after a couple of seconds, he would turn right back to you.

You chose to accept this game that he didn't know he was playing. You scanned Steven's face and noticed that his eyes had dark circles under them.

You stared harder to make sure they weren't bruises. 'Has he not been sleeping?'

This situation with you being trapped by Steven made an electrifying feeling occur below your lower abdomen. This was definitely gonna be an interesting bus ride.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

You stumbled out of the bus. Steven jolted towards you trying to catch you. He seemed to be ready for your fall but you caught yourself just in time.

Steven still went to grab your arm, since he didn't notice you caught yourself.

Your face flushed from seeing how much he cared about your well-being. Sure, the bus ride was a tease, but this was something else.

'Why are you doing this to me universe'

You and Steven were right outside the Museum. Yet, you both were stuck. Stuck on the fact Steven hadn't let go of your arm.

If you asked him to let go, you would miss the warmth. If you didn't, then Donna would eventually find you two. Her most unloyal employees.

"Ste-"

"Yeah, sorry"

Steven let go and stormed into the Museum. 'That...was....interesting'

You followed after him. Once you entered, you saw that Steven was already by the counter. This was unusual behavior coming from him.

You felt like you knew that he would apologize sincerely and make you feel like he did an act of crime. But this, this was not normal.

Sure, you've only met him for a day, but it seemed like you knew him for years. His hair was swept back from his forehead, and you noticed that his accent had disappeared.

He sounded like a proud American. 'Weird'

You shook it off, you didn't wanna make a scene and ask all these weird questions towards a man that you just met.

You walked into the Gift Shop. You saw that there were only a couple of customers inside. You set your stuff down and took a deep breath in.

'Let's get this over with'

You turned towards the cash register. Your eyes instantly fell onto Steven, who was reorganizing some stuff on the shelves.

His posture seemed different. It was almost like he was more formal and not so flimsy. Your eyes were so fixated on the young man that you didn't notice a customer come up to you.

"Excuse me? Helloooo?"

You heard the man but you didn't turn your attention towards him. You were just too focused on Steven.

"Hey!"

The man then slammed his hand on the counter. You shook and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Deepest apologies sir"

"Yeah yeah whatever, scan this"

The man shoved something into your hand. You didn't care to know so you just scanned and rang him up.

"$5.00 please"

You heard a scoff as he handed you the money. You bit your lip in anger as you gave him his change and receipt.

"Have a nice day!"

You said sarcastically. The man rolled his eyes and exited the facility which left you to admire someone.

But, when you looked back, Steven was nowhere to be seen. You looked down at your hands disappointed. Your arms rested on the cold countertop.

'This job just doesn't get any easier'

You started to lean forward on the counter and began to lay on your hand, which was holding up your head. You swayed your rear end side to side as you stood there with nothing to do. No sight of Steven and absolutely no customers.

You sighed as your eyelids began to fall. You weren't tired but the feeling of boredom made you, well, bored.

Your waist stuck out more as you finally lay your head on the counter. This wasn't comfortable at all.

You thought about sleeping on the floor, which made you laugh a bit.

"O-oh Y/n?"

You rose from your position and turned around to find Steven right behind you.

Your heart began to beat out of your chest. You started to get sweaty and you felt like you were having a panic attack.

"How long were you there for?!"

You pushed out. You noticed that Steven's eyes were fixated on your figure. It made you feel nervous and yet it also made that stimulating feeling come back.

"A couple of minutes I would say"

Your eyes widened and you gulped intensely at the fact that you remembered swaying your behind not too long ago.

You noticed that Steven was slowly growing a smirk on his face.

'This isn't how Steven would act at all!'

You tried to smile but you thought about how Steven's personality changed.

Steven's legs began to shuffle towards you. Almost hesitantly. You turned your head towards the shop to see if anyone was there to interrupt whatever this was.

No one, absolutely no one was in sight. You darted your eyes towards The curly-haired boy. He had his eyes set on your frame.

Steven had stopped right in front of you. You began to slow down your breathing.

The male then reached for something in his pocket. Your breath hitched, 'What was he grabbing?! Is this where I die!?'

Your eyes shut, waiting for the worst.

"Here"

Steven spoke softly. You reluctantly opened your eyes to find a name tag in the boy's hands.

"You alright?"

He said with a scoff. You smiled sheepishly as you swept the tag away from him.

"Quite amazing actually"

You gave him a thumbs up with one of your hands as you clipped the label onto your shirt with the other.

He rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled as he began to walk back to one of the shelves.

"Jesus.."

You huffed out trying to catch your breath.

Once you finally settled. A customer rang up. You put on a smile and got back to work.

'What a turn of events'