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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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“Is this real? All I know for sure is that the rain feels real as it hits our face. Real enough, anyway. And that’s good enough for us.” Moon Knight #14 (2016)

Il materiale di origine: Vanity Fair / “Trixie Mattel Takes a Lie Detector Test”

And then she answers a question about Oscar Isaac… 😂

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?"

Oscar Isaac looking good getting out of cars during 78th Venice Film Festival.

Taglist: @fisforfulcrum @mypedrom @the-little-ewok

Dream Boy (1/?)

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

↪ Warnings: Fluff, Stuttering (Sorry), Not the best of Writing, Oscar Isaac

↪ Summary: Your first day on the job. Seems simple enough right? Well, that simplicity changes when you meet your new boss and new coworker. Simple....right?

A/N : I'm so sorry for this. The stuttering does get out of hand tbh- I hope this isn't too cheesy. This is from my Wattpad. It's sure going to look childish. Yeah, just read it. What could go wrong?

Cheerio!

Words: 1k :)

It was a day like no other.

You had work today at the Museum. You had just gotten a job there and didn't want to go. Sure, it was to pay off rent, and yeah, you thought it would be fun.

But, waking up at 6 am just to sell things that didn't associate with Egyptians seemed foolish.

You lifted yourself off your very comfortable bed. It was the most relaxed you've been in a while. You had such a groggy feeling as you lazily opened your eyelids. Your eyes gave a second to adjust.

The sun shined through your curtains. You stretched your arms and yawned as you set your eyes on your alarm clock.

6:55...

That's what it read. right? You squinted your eyes so that you could make sure you were reading it correctly.

"Oh, bloody hell.."

You huffed as you quickly got up to grab your clothes from your dresser. Two words repeated in your head as you tried to rush your way out of the apartment. 'I'm Late. I'm Late. I'm Late!'

You eventually did make it out the door but, dang, you didn't have your keys.

You rolled your eyes as you barged back into your apartment to find your keys. Didn't take you long, but it could've been quicker to find them.

You stormed out the door, locking it swiftly. You would be delighted to just look decent since you didn't get a chance to even look at yourself in the mirror.

Just what you need to start your new day at work.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

You had eventually set foot into the museum. Sadly, you were looking for the gift shop. Your field of vision was a bit lazy as you tried your hardest to look around without looking like a twat.

Your search was stopped when someone tapped your shoulder.

Your body jolted towards the tap. Your eyes had moved first as your head followed to reveal a woman. A very disappointed-looking woman to be exact.

Your eyes went straight for the name tag. It read 'Donna'

'Shit, it's my boss'

The stiffness in your body grew as she stared at you with a disgusted face.

"Annndd where the hell have you been?"

Her accent was strong as she scolded you. You gave her a sheepish smile as you scratched the back of your neck.

"I- I'm sorry, I wo-"

"I don't need your excuses, your 'partner' was late too. Can I not even have loyal employees?!"

Her voice rose. You were stuck on the word she used for your secretary. They are supposed to help you in the Gift Shop department since you've never been good with cashiers. You would've never expected them to be late.

"Well? get to WORK!"

Your eyes grew wider as people around you began to stare. You nodded to Donna, yet, you still had to ask her one more question. Where the hell is the gift shop.

"Don-"

"To your right"

"Yes ma'am"

You saluted her off for some reason. You shook it off as you jogged towards the Gift Shop. Luckily, it was easy to see. You were also glad to see that there weren't any customers.

You finally reached a white counter that shined bright against the lights from the ceiling.

You looked left and right for your so-called secretary. You couldn't quite find them so you just decided to take a minute for yourself and put your stuff away.

You had also found a small mirror on the counter.

You decided it would be best to fix the mess of hair that appeared to be a bird's nest.

You laughed a bit at yourself as you attempted to fix it. Along with your eye bags, you grabbed some under-eye foundation, which you thought was very useful.

As you began to place the substance on your face, some sort of eerie feeling came upon you. It didn't feel right but it didn't feel wrong either.

You shook your head slightly and finished the rest of the mush on your face so it didn't look out of place.

Suddenly, your eyes met with another's in the mirror. You looked concerned as you slowly turned towards the being.

"Oh..h-hi"

Someone said with a flustered voice. Your face met with theirs. You scanned them, it was a guy. A very handsome guy to say the least.

You had forgotten about their greeting so you blurted out,

"H-hello!"

Your face went into a bright pink as the man chuckled a bit at your response. You tried to laugh along but your brain felt like it was shutting down.

"I-I'm guessing you're the one working with me, no?"

You forced yourself to nod a 'yes' towards the black-haired boy. He appeared to be wearing a grey jacket of sorts with a button-up collar and some very nice dark grey jeans. He had very curly hair which fell on top of his forehead. 'Talk about smoking hot!'

You hadn't noticed, but a smirk grew onto your face as you scanned the man's features.

"Let m-me show ya the ropes"

"Sure"

He spoke fluently, yet, he always stuttered at least once in his sentences. Probably because you were a new person to appear in his life. An attractive one to say the least.

He began showing you where everything is. You had a fond memory so it wasn't too hard to recollect everything. You took one whole circle around the Gift Shop until you came back to the counter.

"So? Y-you think you're good to go?"

You meddled with your hands as you were stuck on one thing. The stupid cash register. That's the one thing that you struggled with the most.

"I-I um... Could you p-possibly.."

Why was this so damn hard? You were usually so good at speaking your mind and finding words without thinking about it. For some reason, it was so hard to find the words to ask how to use a singular cash register.

You rolled your eyes at yourself. The curly-haired boy didn't seem to take it that way.

"S-Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

A confused look came back to you as you waved your arms around.

"No! of course not, why would you think that?"

He started to fiddle with his thumbs as he couldn't think of something to say. You looked at him for a second to spot a name tag. You quickly read it.

"Steven"

Your right hand covered your mouth from the sudden outburst. 'I didn't mean to say that out loud!'. Steven looked at you with his cheeks turning a dark red. His eyes were wide as his mouth was partly open.

"How-"

"Your name tag! Don't worry I'm not a stalker!"

You both laughed a bit in relief. This was getting a little awkward. You sure as hell didn't want Donna to come back and yell at the two of you for not getting your work done.

"Just- could you help me with the register?"

Steven's eyes looked joyous. It was as if they were sparkling.

"M-my help?!"

He was pretty joyful. He looked like a puppy as he led you towards the back of the counter.

"Cute"

You whispered as you followed. He looked at you but went right back to the cashier with a bright smile on his face. Then he began to show you how it works and yada yada.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

The shift was almost over. You should've been grateful, but you weren't. You felt this pain in your chest as you began to close off the shop. 'What's wrong with me?'

You've never felt this, it didn't feel right. Your face looked disgusted as you turned around back to Steven, who had just finished putting away the plushies that were on the floor.

His face looked gentle as he strolled over to you.

"Are y-you alright?"

Your face fell back into a calm smile as you spoke to the nervous boy.

"I'm quite alright, you?"

"Feelin like a ray of sunshine"

He gave you a warm smile. You both chuckled as you left the shop to finally close off your nights.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

You said as you held the back of your neck with your hand. Steven put his gaze on you, it was as if he was staring at you lovingly. 'As If!'

"Can't wait.."

He darted his eyes towards the ground as you both walked out of the museum. You were going to say goodbye until you noticed something. Steven had been walking the same way as you towards your bus stop.

"Uh, Steven?"

His face jolted up to look at you once again

"O-oh, hello"

"Do you take this bus too?"

His face froze as he looked at the bus stop. It sure was his bus stop. His head turned towards you and then his eyes did.

"I guess it is"

His smile never faded as you both waited for the bus. You did eventually get on it, together. Steven was kind enough to pay for you. You reassured him that he didn't need to. He shrugged it off saying that he owes you.

"Owe me for what?"

"F-For being so kind"

His smile just somehow grew larger and brighter. He sure was optimistic. You ran a hand through your hair as you looked out the window for a second. It was almost time for you to get off.

Butterflies formed in your stomach. The butterflies seemed to be a good and bad feeling. They came from Steven's compliment but also came from the fact you were going to leave someone who made you happy.

Your stop became closer and you sighed.

Steven's face grew concerned. He didn't say anything but he did glance at you from time and time.

You got up from your seat and waved goodbye.

"Now I will see you tomorrow"

A loving smile formed on your face as you looked at the curly-haired boy one more time. He smiled back. You could hear your heart pound as he said his next words. It was the cutest thing he said all day.

"Laters Gators"

A/N: Wasn't too bad, yeah? I might post the second chapter. Idk, we shall see... Hope you enjoyed my awful writing <3

Familiar Voice (smut)

A/N: Professor Grant typa stories own me so I am giving this a go. Not proofread, sorryyy.

Summary: Reader is a university student who makes erotic audios online, Steven discovers why his favorite flirty voice actress sounds familiar.

Pairings: Professor!Steven Grant x F!Reader

Warnings: very explicit content, sexual language, age-gap (legal), professor-student relationship, mentions of erotic audio, implied exhibitionism, cunniglingus, multiple O’s, getting dominated, riding, praise kink, lots of “sir”

Word count: honestly don’t know, this has a lot

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+

You should not be looking at him like this. Absolutely not. Snap the fuck out of it before he catches you.

Class with Professor Steven Grant was only during Thursdays and Fridays at 3:00 PM, your last class of the day. Sadly, today was a Friday and this would be the last time you’d witness his godlike physique till next class on Thursday.

You really shouldn’t stare. It was impossible not to look though, he was wearing a dark blue dress shirt that was incredibly tight on his upper arms and chest. Like, it wasn’t fair for him to be waltzing to class like this. When you took this Egyptology class, you took it purely for educational purposes. But now, its been two semesters and you have no intention of switching.

Professor Grant was too damn hypnotizing.

“Ms. Y/l/n, are you still with us?” You get snapped out of your thoughts with his voice. You think you were staring at the ground at this point but it was embarassing nonetheless.

“Y-yes, sorry.” You shook your head and blinked a few times. Everyone in class was probably looking at your dumbass but you just buried your head back into the book.

Professor Grant stared at you for a few seconds, wondering what was going on in that mind of yours. You were no means a failing student, you were actually one of his brightest pupils. Unfortunately, your grades have been dropping lately. Despite this, he presses on, “Alright, so as I was saying…”

The class went on for at least an hour more, you were desperate to leave. You had a creative outlet for all these pent up emotions, sexual emotions, that Professor Steven Grant constantly made you feel.

That was through your hobby, recording erotic audios. You would create and record scenarios and act them out with your voice—as if you were doing it in real time with the listener. It was like being a x-rated actress, without having the actual exposure. It was pretty fun. Sure, you had a sizeable audience but all you cared about was letting out your pent up thoughts.

So as the class ended and you stood up from your seat, you couldn’t wait to just get to the hallway and exit the Professor Grant’s presence. “Ms. y/l/n, please stay behind.” You were already about 5 feet away from the door when he said that. Internally, you cursed. Why? Why oh why must this day be a pain in the ass?

You turned around and walked to his desk. He waited for everyone in the class to leave, only leaving the two of you alone in the room. Oh, the unholy thoughts that were going through your mind was enough to fuel your imagination for one of your audio recordings. But, you push it aside.

“What’s wrong, professor?” You lean slightly to his desk as he sits back down. He clasps his hands together and removes his glasses. Insinuating that he was about to tell you something serious, but you couldn’t help but gulp hard at the sight of his arms tensing.

“Is there something wrong, dear? Your performance these past few months hasn’t been the same.” He seemed concerned. Truly he was, he didn’t want someone with the amount of potential that you had to throw it down the drain.

And you didn’t even have a proper excuse as to why your grades were flunking. You swore it wasn’t on purpose. You have just been distracted during his classes.

“I- I have no excuse, Sir.” He felt a bit of a twang form by his crotch when you said sir. Something about it was so innocent yet so needy. I mean, if you knew that he felt attracted to you, you would probably tell the guidance counselor and run for the hills. But yes, he found you incredibly fascinating.

The way you wore those high waisted pants, joggers or leggings. God your thighs drove him nuts. The way your breasts would sometimes end up plopped ontop of your desk whenever you were writing— he could imagine it in his palm, kneeding the neediness out of them. But hey, this was just fantasies he wouldn’t act upon. All he could do is make sure you weren’t gonna continue self destructing.

“Well, this is very disappointing. You need to heighten your grades before the finals.” He grabs a pile of paper and taps it on the desk to straighten them out.

Disappointing? God, that word almost made you cry. You never wanted to make the man who you literally look up to, in more ways than one, feel disappointed in you. “I… I will. I promise, I don’t want to disappoint you further, Sir Grant.” The words were almost testing him. I mean to you it was probably nothing, just a formality. But goddamnit he felt his cock twitch more than it should have. Thank goodness you were on the opposite side of his desk.

He dismisses you, and you were on your happy merry way while he tried to make it home faster. Both of you guys couldn’t wait to be alone— for reasons that seemed to be unrelated but were actually far from it.

~

Steven arrives home and manages to re-heat some leftovers. By the time he was finished eating and drinking a bit of tea, it was time to go through his student’s papers and lesson plans for next week.

As he opens his laptop and opens the needed programs to plan out the week ahead. He grabs the papers in his work bag to grade. It was gonna be a slow night. He thought. There was nothing truly interesting about what he was doing since most of the time he’d just fall asleep during these seasions.

Then, he remembers. Fridays are usually when his favorite naughty audio maker uploads new content to listen to. He favored this content creator because her voice and aura was so similar to you, he couldn’t help but picture it was you speaking those sweet nothings into his ear. Dirty talking, begging, moaning. But who was he kidding? You weren’t like that.

Immediately, he whips out his phone and stands up to grab his earphones. Grading and planning these lessons out can wait.

He finds a comfortable place on the couch, sitting by the middle. Finally, he plugs in the earphones into the phone jack, opening up his browser to go to the audio page.

BabyVixen135

He types the username and heads to the page. Just as expected, a new audio that was uploaded a few minutes ago appears on the feed. Steven felt like a little kid on Christmas day as he selects the new audio, waiting for it to load. One quick glance to the title had his pulse quickening.

[F4M] Extra Credit, pretty please, Sir?

The audio began. It had atmospheric sounds to it that made him feel even more indulged to the scenarios being described and given. Suddenly, her voice enters his ears.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Oh, my grades? I… I didn’t know they were that bad…”

“No, I swear there’s nothing wrong, my life is pretty good.”

“Well there is one thing…”

“No, you wouldn’t like it…”

He found himself imagining the situation, imagining responding to the woman’s voice who was beginning to eerily remind him of you. But he just continued immersing himself into this dirty fantasy.

“I get distracted during your lectures…”

“See? It’s silly- I… It’s cause I find you… I find you very attractive, Sir.”

There that fucking sir was again. Why did it sound so much like you, he felt his length to be rock hard by now and couldn’t help but take it out into his hand.

“You aren’t mad?”

“But… this is so embarrasing. Sir? What if someone sees us?”

“Oh god, that does feel good.”

“Fuck, sir, your fingers feel so good on my pussy.”

Damn, he didn’t even last. He was stuck thinking that this voice was actually you and he lost it when the audio said pussy. This was pathetic, but truth be told, he has been horny all day and this could be the result. But enough of that, why did it sound like you so bad?

He fast forwards the audio to the end where there was usually sweet exchanges of words because he wanted to see if the twang in your voice was present all throughout.

“Mm, you felt so good baby… I hope you don’t mind me calling you sir again and again *giggles* It just turns me on so bad.”

He replays the ‘Sir’ part yet again. Shit. Holy fucking shit. It had to be you. There was no way in hell it wasn’t. He thought it through and concluded. This audio maker only uploaded on Fridays and usually after dinnertime, so the timezones make sense. Also, the sweet and soft airy nature of your voice was present in all of the audios. He had thought it was just cause you had similar voices but no. This was definitely you.

He couldn’t help but go through all the audios again. Inevitably getting hard again. And eventually cumming, again… and again. The thought that you were going home and recording these very graphic audios were making him feel all sorts of things. Thinking all sorts of things.

Did you like being dominated? Did you like riding? Did you like getting eaten out? Did you like being choked? Did you like all the things you constantly made audios about? God, Steven swore he emptied his balls out to your voice.

Did you base all those professor audios on him? Cause there was a lot. And if you did… God he was definutely going to have you, one way or another and make both your dreams comes true.

Unfortunately, No grading or lesson planning took place that Friday night.

~

You were studious throughout the entirety of the weekend and the first few days of the week. Mostly trying your hardest to catch up on Professor Grant’s previous lessons in order to better your grades. You managed to prepare a long ass essay that covered your understanding of the different topics you flunked in, hoping this would change his mind.

His words ‘disappointing’ were a constant reminder for you to never settle anymore. In your head, the only way you could satisfy him was through giving him good grades. Of course, you’d prefer something else but hey, you got that all out of your system on Friday night.

Today was finally Thursday and you were in the second to the last class of the day. You were just itching to give Professor Grant the essay you made so he could give you a bright smile and forgive you for your inconsistencies. You’d give anything for him to pat you by the shoulder while eyeing you, telling you that he believed in you and all of those sweet nothings.

And so, there you were. Walking into his class directly to his desk. He sat there on his chair with his glasses framing his face. He looked unenthused but you kept a positive attitude. “Hi Sir! I made a report for the topics I didn’t perform well in, I hope this makes you reconsider-“

“I need you to stay after class, again.” He speaks plainly, without even looking up from his laptop. “Leave that there.” You follow as he says and place your paper by the edge of his desk. Taken aback by his response, you turn away and took a shameful walk to your seat.

Why did he sound angry? A bit pissed, maybe? What did you do and how bad was it?

He taught the class as usual. Announcing the objectives of today’s topic, then to the contents, a couple of descriptions and a few examples here and there. Letting you all know the ins and outs of the egyptian mythology, as he usually does.

For what felt like eternity, the class ends. He gives out a few last minute announcements as the rest of the class stood up and made their way to the door. You, on the other hand, stood up and made your way to his desk. Waiting for him to finish saying his goodbyes to the class. “See you lot tomorrow!” His smile fades away when he turns to you. You, who was literally terrified of what he was about to tell you.

Were you grades just not it and he was kicking you out of class? Oh shit, you prayed it wasn’t that.

“Please, Sir Grant, if you could just look at my paper-“

“No no, me first.” He lifts his hands up to remove his glasses, exposing his gorgeous dark eyes. “Do you make online content, Ms. Y/n?” He leans against the desk, opposite of you.

What was he talking about? The pit in your stomach got deeper and you felt like you were about to faint. Was he talking about what you think he was talking about? “I mean everyone makes online content.”

“Yes, I know, what I meant was…” He makes his way closer to you and gently slides his hand across the desk as he approaches. “…adult content…” Steven’s voice was lower than usual. He has not stopped thinking about you eversince Friday. He’d catch himself listening to the damn voice any time he could. And it drove him wild.

He needed to prove to himself it was you.

You gulped at the sight of him, he was about a few inches away from you. You’re pretty sure he’s about to tell the university and you’d be screwed. “I uh… what do you-“

“Let me be extra specific, Ms. y/l/n, do you make adult audio content by the name of BabyVixen135?” At this point he was whispering in your ear and the heat coming from his lips was making a different type of heat radiate between your thighs.

He looked at your hesitant face, smiling as you were trying to form an answer. “I do…” You were scared. Yes this was very hot, but what if he tells on you. You’d be ruined and it would defeat the whole ‘no face’ concept you liked so much.

Steven was thrilled. Inside he already knew it was you, but the fact that you were confirming it felt so surreal. He wanted you. Fuck, it was so wrong to feel this way towards one of his students, but he has wanted you for a while. This whole situation was serving as a catalyst for his lustful thoughts.

He couldn’t have you here, it was too risky. Too many possible eyes and mouths that could speak out. Carefully, he tries to plan out how to take you home. How he’ll convince you.

You were terrified at his silence so you break it, “Please don’t tell-“

His hand cups your cheek, tilting your head to look at him. “I wouldn’t dare.” You looked at his eyes as he looked into yours and you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wet.

“Tell me one thing, would you, Ms. y/l/n?” His other hand slowly caresses your waist, squeezing it ever-so slightly.

“Y-yes..?” You were shivering under his touch.

“Did you ever think about me when you made those naughty, dirty, nasty, filthy audios?” The squeeze on your waist got tighter, making you audibly gasp. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes I did.” You admit. The next thing you knew was his lips crashing onto yours as you dropped your bag onto the floor, feeling the warmth of his touch. Melting onto one another’s skin.

His tongue licks your lips, asking for entry and you willingly let him in. It felt like you were in a dream. You weren’t sure if this was real or not, kissing the man you’ve been fantasizing over eversince you saw him.

Steven wasn’t any different. The moment he saw you, he instantly recognized your beauty. He eventually realized your brains. All your little antics and soft cues filled his days— the way you drank your water in the middle of class, the way you complained when he was lecturing too fast, the way you entered class like it was a runway. Goddamn, you stole any room and you definitely made him feel very sexual things.

But as fast as the kiss started, it ended abruptly, too. He heard you whine and felt his ego boost a bit since you were already missing his kiss. “Sorry, darling. We can’t do more here…”

“Can we go somewhere else, please?” You pleaded like a little puppy. This was an opportunity you’ve been waiting for awhile and you were gonna muster all the confidence you have in you to get this man in your damn pants.

Steven grabs his coat and his work bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He reaches his hand out to you, gesturing you to follow him. “Thought you’d never ask.”

~

You weren’t sure how it happened. It was a wild ass sensation. Getting into his car, trying not to get caught, him, carefully driving to his flat with the occassional touches and flirty gazes.

“How did you- how did you know it was me?” You adjusted the seatbelt along your chest, crossing your legs to try and contain the wet heat coming from your pussy.

Steven kept his eyes on the road, seriously considering grabbing you in between your thighs and playing with your mound during the drive. But he refrains and just answers you, “It already sounded like you. I tried picturing it as you, everytime I listened to the audios.” You blushed at his answer.

“But your latest audio confirmed it. The plot? The use of sir? God it was driving me over the edge.” He felt his pants tighten as his cock hardened. It was so difficult to resist you.

He tried to arrive to the flat faster and quicker, he wanted to just ravage your body. So. Fucking. Badly.

So fast forward. Now, you’re here. Being pushed into his flat as he slams the door behind both of you.

He pulls you in by the hand and plants peppered kissed along your cheeks, down to your lips. “I’m going to be honest, love. You’ve been quite a source of my lust…” He runs his fingers through your hair.

“You already know how I feel about you. My audios informed you.” You desperately tried to kiss him. Any part of him. Finally settling onto his neck. Soft kisses, soft licking and soft sucking.

“Why not let me experience it in real life? Hmm? Baby Vixen…?” He uses your username unironically and it kind of fits, rolling off his tongue like honey.

His words build more confidence in you, making you step back and slowly strip. You pulled your leggings down first, exposing your soft skin. Nearly making Steven groan at just the sight of you. He helps you step out of them, gently guiding you towards the bed.

Steven sits on the edge of the bed and continues eye-fucking you as you proceeded to remove your shirt. The light fabric easily slides off of your body and Steven couldn’t help but stare at the way your boobs were being presented to him.

His hand reaches out and subtly massages your tits, his cock was 100% aching and leaking pre-cum by now. “I want this off.” He peeks up through his eye lashes, pulling at your bra. “Now.” The voice that came out of him was more demanding. Yes you fantasized about him and yes that involved getting dominated, but this was just incredible.

Slowly, you unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Exposing your breasts to the cold air of his apartment.

Steven was incredibly hungry to get his lips around those beautiful boobs. So he immediately heads in, kissing and leaving slobery licks all over your tits. His hands massage them as his lips licked around and over your nipples.

“Fuck, this is so good.” He moves you to the bed, pushing you down as he glides back up to your lips.

“You’re such a sexy fucking slut, aren’t you? Thinking about me, making audios while thinking about me.” He kisses down to your collarbones, through the middle of your tits until he was just by your panties.

Shivering under his touch, you helped guide Steven nearer to your heat by lifting your hips up. “Please, Sir, I need you to touch her. She’s fucking needy.”

“Aw, is that right baby?” His fingers trace your lips through your panties. Feeling the wetness seep through even further. “All this juice for your good old professor?” He slides your panties to the side and pushes a digit inside.

“Oh shiiiit-“ Your pussy slides around his fingers. The sensitivity was so high that you became a moaning and panting mess in a matter of seconds. It didn’t help that Steven’s tongue and lips connected with your clit.

Circling his tongue while his finger curled up inside of you. His lips lightly sucked on your clit as he adds another finger into you. Out of habit, your hands tangle into his hair to push him in. “Oh my Godddd… sir… that feels so goood.”

“Mmm.” You felt his low hum vibrate through you. Making your legs squeeze around his head. “That’s my good little vixen. Good little baby.”

His tongue lowers down to your lips while his fingers go up to your clit. His thumb pad circling it around, hitting just the right places. You then felt his long tongue dip into, while he moves it around like a damn snake. You were shaking like crazy and felt the knot in your stomach build. Ready to implode.

“Sir Grant I-I feel like I’m about to-“

“Yes baby, do it. Cum all over my face. Cum all over your dear Sir’s face.” He wildly shook his tongue inside of you while his fingers continued to press on and rub your clit.

You felt your hips thrust forward and your eyes close shut. It was the best feeling ever, his hair was tickling your thighs, his fingers were praising your clit and his mouth was curling so good.

“Fuuuuckkk.” The tight feeling in your stomach finally comes to an end and you felt your wet juices flow out of you. You lifted your head up to see Steven who was not wasting a single drop coming out of you.

“What a tasty mess, baby.” He swipes his fingers along your slit and brings it to his mouth, “So damn sweet.”

He then plops next to you removing his dress shirt and slacks. His chiseled body made you thirst, especially once your eyes saw the tall tent that formed underneath his boxers.

You adjust yourself to view his beautiful physique better, he catches your lustfilled gaze and invites you on top of him. “Straddle me, darling. I need to feel that tight pussy around me. I can’t wait anymore.” His voice was almost begging.

Immediately, you removed your panties and swung your legs over him. Your fingers pulled the hem of his boxers and made his length spring up. He saw your mouth part in amazement and grabs you by the chin for a kiss. “Were you expecting that? Hm?”

You kissed him further as you felt his length push against your pussy. “Were you expecting this cock? Do you want this thick fucking thing inside you, darling?” As a response, you nodded into the kiss as he lifted your ass cheeks up with his hands.

Your lips were being swiped by his tip, your juices and his pretty pre-cum were making the areas slick. “Put it in me please-“

“Please, what? What was it you kept calling me..?” His hands gently pushed himself into you. Not too far in but you were definitely feeling stretched.

The pressure you were feeling was enough for you to beg. “Please sir, I want it. It’ll feel so good.”

With that, he slams up into you. He grounded you in place by holding you on the hips. He was stretching you so good, your tightness wasn’t hurting you because you were too wet from cumming before.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, feeling him in you so deep that it felt like he was in your stomach. “Shit, darling you feel so good.” He kisses your breasts, leaving countless red love marks all over.

“So do you, sir. You fee-eel soo, fucking- good.” You were panting through his thrusts and felt another pit form in your stomach. Instinctively, you reached down and rubbed your clit. This catches Steven’s eyes and causes him to smirk, burying you onto him as he helps your fingers on your clit.

He was really filling you up now. You were basically just warming his length now. Soon enough he asks you to sway and grind while his entirety is buried into you. “Grind onto me baby, let me cum deep inside you while you ride your high, again. Give it to me.” He whispers onto yout flesh causing you to shiver.

You do as your told and sway your hips, left, right, front and back. It felt like you were being filled up till your chest, this type of movement was so new and made your pussy clench down onto him. He was feeling you tighten around his shaft and that sensation was so heavenly, he could stay there forever.

Your swaying began to pick up the pace as you slowly tried to ride him a bit. Feeling his length slide in you as you squeezed him again and again. “Fuccckk meee, darling. That is fantastic.” His hands grope your ass as he hissed at the feeling.

You were a sweaty, slutty and moany mess. “Sir Grant, I’m gonna- cum again…” Shakily you continued moving in the same pattern. Steven was so close too but he wanted you both to cum together.

“Me too, let’s- let’s cum together, my little slut.” He begins caressing every part of your body as you pleasured both you and him. “At the count of three.”

“One…” You began lifting your hips more while still swaying, he was groaning at your actions cause they were making it hard to control himself.

“Two, fuuuck…” His head throws back as he sees your beautiful eyes squeeze shut.

“That’s it baby, with me- thrr…three!” He pushes you down onto him as you push your head into the crook of his neck.

The sensation of his warm seed feeling you up made you smile. Laughing at the absolute miracle this situation has become. Last Friday you were just daydreaming about him and now he’s burying his load in you.

“Fuck…” You tried to move but he kept you there, your walls losened up as you felt him soften up too.

“Don’t move. Stay.” He grabs your face and pushes your hair away. The dim lighting of the apartment, paired with the moonlight made his heart flutter. Your eyes were so delicate. Your lips looked so plump. You had the prettiest face he’d ever seen and you just made him cum deep inside you.

“Sir I-“ You tried talking but he pulls you down for a kiss. His hands guide your hips to push you carefully off his length, still making you sit on his lap.

“Call me Steven, darling.”

Prompt || Steven spilled some aphrodisiac into Y/N’s drink. It's up to Steven to deal with horny Y/N or to take advantage of them. — Requested by anon

Pairing || Steven Grant x Female!Reader // hint of Marc Spector x Female!Reader

Steven || Marc

Word Count || Less than 500

Contents & Warnings || fluff, angst, implied smut — 18+ Only, Minor DNI, mention of drugging.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

“Uh, Marc, I don’t think this is a good idea. I don’t want to drug this poor girl; I really like her, and this is our first date. I don’t want to fuck it up.”

Steven looked over his shoulder at where you were sitting on his couch, waiting for him to finish making drinks. You gave him a warm smile and waved. He felt his heart melt. He had fallen so in love with you already, and he felt horrible for what he was about to do.

He nervously chuckled and waved back before returning to the drinks.

“Come on, Steven, live a little. It’s just an energy boost, nothing more. We don’t want this night to end yet,” Marc lied to him.

“O-ok, I trust you, Marc.”

Naively, Steven opened up the small bottle and poured a few drops into your drink. He watched the liquid mix with the drink; no trace of anything added was longer evident.

“Perfect, Steven.”

Steven swallowed the lump in his throat and turned towards you with the drinks in hand. He smiled crookedly as he set the glasses down on the coffee table and found his seat next to you, leaving a few inches of space between your bodies.

“Thank you for a wonderful date, Steven. I’m so glad you asked me out.”

“N-no problem, a-and thank you for agreeing to go back to my place.”

You lifted your drink, as did he.

“Cheers for the rest of the night.”

“C-cheers.”

———

It took a couple of short minutes for the “energy boost” to kick in.

You started to feel slightly lightheaded and also overcome with lust, lust for the man sitting beside you. Closing the gap between you two, you leaned in and whispered in his ear how horny he made you.

“Steven, I want you,” you grabbed his thigh hard, “I need you so bad. I need you to fuck me.”

“W-wha…?”

“Yes, it’s working!”

“Please, Steven,” your lips graced his ear, “take me to your bed and fuck me as hard as you can.”

“I-I…”

Steven was so taken aback by what was happening. On the one hand, he really wanted to take you upon the request, but on the other, he tried to keep you at a distance. It was wrong to get laid this way, and possibly criminal as well.

“I don’t think you are thinking straight right now. M-maybe we can do it another time.”

“No, I want it no….”

Steven must have put too many drops in your drink because one minute, you’re begging for sex, and the next, you fainted in his lap.

“Oh, fuck. Maybe we put too much love potion in the drink?”

“Love potion? Marc, what the fuck?”

“No worries, she’ll wake up tomorrow, hopefully.”

“Fuck.”

It was up to Steven now to deal with this sleeping girl and take care of her until the morning.

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ˣ pairing: poe dameron x f!reader

ˣ summary: being stranded on a planet? not a problem, at least rescue’s coming. the real issue is that it means for twelve hours, you’re stuck with poe dameron.

ˣ warnings: 7.7k wc. explicit smut (oral/vaginal) and language. enemies-ish to lovers & forced proximity trope. mentions of blood & injuries. kinda soft!

ˣ a/n: “it’s been 84 years…” seriously tho i apologize for the big delay in posting ;_; but yay here’s my first official poe fic! i didn’t intend for this to be quite long, still i hope you enjoy 🤍

You’re seething with anger.

A red, hot, and blinding rage.

One more word out of your Commander, and you swear you’d make him regret having survived that crash landing.

You couldn’t care any less for his half-assed excuses. The weak explanations and baseless assumptions that only boil your blood. Even the sound of his mere voice has you so irritated that you wish the explosion had blown out your ear drums.

If only he had listened to you, then the two of you wouldn’t be in this mess— you wouldn’t be stranded on some unknown, barren planet deep in the outer rim.

Quick to point a finger, this was entirely Poe Dameron’s doing.

This was all his fucking fault.

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