Silky Sweet (requested)

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request: could you write sub jonathan levy please.

pairing: fem!reader x jonathan levy

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, no use of y/n, smut, established dom/sub relationship, mentions of oral (m. receiving), handjob, edging, teasing, cum eating, aftercare, minor angst, confessions of deeper feelings

AN: hope this is enjoyed, i had a lot of fun writing it!

word count: 1.7k

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“Oh, god, please, baby?” Jonathan whines, his hips bucking up against your hand desperately.

The two of you are laying in your bed as you bring him just near the brink of his impending orgasm over and over. His chest is flushed, moving rapidly as he breathes deep and ragged. This is the longest he's lasted during one of your edging sessions; he’s let you do this to him a total of four times without cumming. All you can think is about how good he is for you. How soft and sweet and malleable he grows under your touch.

“What is it, sweetheart?” You murmur against him, the taste of his skin wet and salty from your activities.

This is exactly how you love him: fucked out, needy, and begging for you. You love him desperate, how fuzzy and saccharine his eyes get when you handle him like this. Jonathan loves it too, that he can just crumble in your arms and be as open about his needs as he wants. When was the last time he truly got to do that before you? He’s not sure.

“I need,” The words get caught in his throat when you tighten your grip on his cock, sliding your hand up and down the length.

The sounds of you stroking his cock are lewd and obscene. The tip is covered in lots of pre-cum and some of it has dripped down, working as a lubricant. There’s plenty of your spit on him as well; the first time you’d almost let him cum was with your mouth. You glance down at where you hold him, mesmerized by the way your hand moves up and down. You squeeze him tighter, just on the precipice of pleasure and pain, and he lets out a choked whimper.

“Need what?” You look up at him innocently, dusting soft kisses on his sweaty collarbone.

“Need to cum,” He breathes, his eyes mirroring his verbal pleas.

“Let’s get you to the edge one more time, and then I’ll let you come. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Whatever you want, baby,” He agrees easily and dips his head, slants his mouth against yours in a hungry, sloppy kiss that you return.

You resume your strokes, holding him tighter as you increase the speed. He squeezes his eyes shut, his body going rigid under your touch as you toy with him once again. His hair is wild, damp, curling in different directions from his twisting and turning. The sight makes the ache between your legs almost unbearable, but you continue to focus on him, leaning forward to take his earlobe in between your teeth.

“Such a good boy for me. Are you close, sweetheart?” You run your nose up and down his cheek, inhaling his muted scent, a mix of linen and pine.

“Yes, so close. Please, let me cum. Please,” He begs, his fingers knotting into the sheets as he tries to hold on for you.

You watch him closely, taking in every detail about his willpower– it makes you feel a little drunk. His eyebrows are furrowed together, the vein in his forehead pronounced as he bites down on his lip. He’s holding on for dear life and you can’t help but grin.

“Go ahead and come, baby, you’ve been so good for me,” You encourage.

Your words are all he needs, and he lets go quickly, letting out a low, filthy moan as he cums. His cum is warm on your hand, and you slow the pumps, effectively covering his cock in it. You bring your hand up, resting two fingers against his lips, and when he’s come down from his orgasm he sucks them eagerly, lapping up his own cum. You moan as he does it, watching as his tongue slips into the crevices of your fingers. The kiss you give him afterward says it all, full of affection and praise. He sinks into the mattress as you get up and head into the bathroom, returning with a wet towel that you clean the both of you up with.

Once you’re back in bed next to him, you tuck yourself into his arms, “You okay?”

He hums lazily, tightening his grip on you, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“How’s that head of yours?”

“Quieter now.”

He’d showed up at your apartment looking completely frazzled, and you knew that his mind was moving at a million thoughts per minute, none of them kind. Mira often had that effect on him, taking him to a low place that he struggles to get out of. To give him credit, he’s gotten better at it since the two of you started whatever this is. Today must’ve been brutal, she must’ve really laid it on thick– a thick layer of all the things he could be doing better and all he’s done wrong even though they’re not together anymore.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask cautiously, knowing that he doesn’t generally like to get too transparent about what she’s said to him.

“She knows that I’m a good father. She knows that there’s little to critique with Ava, I dedicate my life to her, and today she went there. Today she…” His voice begins to tremble.

“Hush, it's okay,” You lean away to get a look at him before kissing both his cheeks and capturing your lips with his. “It’s okay. It’s safe here, Jonathan.”

“I know. Thank you,” He whispers into your ear, and the gratitude in his voice almost brings tears to your eyes.

You sit both of you up on the headboard and hand him glasses as you debate whether or not to tell him about your feelings. It's been hard not to fall for him, impossible not to fall for him, because ultimately you have. He has a lot of healing to do and you can acknowledge that, but he’s sweet and supportive and makes you laugh. He’s a person that you can be yourself around unapologetically. The thought of him makes your heart warm and your body relax. Why not take the risk?

“I know that we started this as a distraction, and I’ve been having a lot of fun spending time with you and doing…things to each other but…”

“But?” He prompts, sliding his hand into yours as an act of encouragement.

You look down at your hands and notice how perfectly yours fits against the smoothness of his. Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest, your mouth a little dry as you try to formulate your sentences.

You keep your eyes downcast, fixated on a mole on his hand as you speak, “You started this with no desire for it to turn into anything beyond this, and I’m happy to do that if that’s all that you want but I think I want more with you.”

He moves towards you, his free hand coming up to raise your chin so you have to look at him. His eyes are inquisitive, searching your face for any hints of doubt. He wants to make sure you’re being genuine, that you know what you’re getting yourself into because he wants more with you too. And while he doesn’t find any doubt, that confidence that you always exude is fractured. He’s surprised that you’re nervous, you’re usually the one in control, holding the reins and guiding you both through the complexity of this. The more he looks at you the more distracted he gets, lost in the delicacy of your features.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, his voice full of wonder.

You immediately take his words as a start-up to letting you down easily, “But, Jonathan-”

He shakes his head, interrupts you quickly, “I want more with you too, just let me look at you.”

So you shut your mouth, and let him stare at you. It's the most intimate moment the two of you have ever shared, and though you feel comfortable with him your skin heats under his gaze. There’s nothing but tenderness in his eyes, and he sees that reflected back in yours. Both of you feel properly held, suspended in this moment in time in the arms of the other.

He removes his glasses again, leans in to rest his nose against yours, his damp curls against your forehead, “I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Well, I was nervous. I didn’t know if you felt the same way,” Your lips brush his as you speak, and you feel rather than see the smile spread across his face.

“Let me reiterate that I do. Can you be patient with me?”

You take his head into your hands before propping yourself against the headboard again, “Jonathan, I’ve been feeling like this for a few months now, I think patient is my middle name.”

That makes him laugh, and he rolls onto his back, bringing you with him in a move that makes you squeal. It makes it easy for him to kiss you, but this kiss feels different; slow, intricate, and silky sweet.

“Can I take you to dinner?” He asks, after kissing you breathless, his cheeks golden skin slightly flushed.

“Like…on a date?”

“On a date,” He confirms.

“You weren’t really dressed for a date when you got here,” You gesture to his pile of sweats on the ground.

“I didn’t say it was going to be fancy,” He teases, and now you’re the one laughing, your warm breath tickling the skin of his cheek.

“Oh, so you’re gonna take me to just any old place, huh?”

“You only get to have that smart mouth in bed,” He pinches your hips playfully, planting one last chaste kiss on your lips. “Go get dressed. Something nice.”

You drown him kisses first, brushing your lips against every exposed inch of his skin you can reach before jumping up and heading back into the bathroom. And when you look into the mirror, all you can do is grin like an idiot; what a risk that was.

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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

Marc Spector deserves the same love as Steven and Jake.

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myorestes

2 years ago

Fashion Choices

Pairing: Steven Grant x f!Reader, Marc Spector x f!Reader

Summary: You’ve been giving Steven a hard time about his wardrobe lately. It’s not that you don’t like when he wears a collared shirt on top of another collared shirt, you just want him to try new things. Then him and Marc decide to tease you about it. Big mistake. Huge. // Chapter 1 is only with Steven. Chapter 2 will be for Marcy-Marc

Tags: Sharing Clothes × Lingerie × Teasing × Established Relationship × Pure Smut × Sub Steven Grant (Marvel) × If You Squint × Dom/sub Undertones × Masturbation × p in v × Enthusiastic Consent × Breeding Kink × No use of y/n × Woman on Top × for the majority of it lol × Multiple Orgasms × Unprotected Sex × Rough Sex

Words: 2.8k

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Steven has a lot of collared shirts. Like, a lot of them.

“You dress like a lesbian,” you tell him one day, laughing when you see that he’s layered one of his button ups on top of another collared shirt.

He scoffs. “I can’t believe you just said that to me during Pride month.”

He manages to dodge the book thrown at his head, but he isn’t able to dodge your questions after that.

“Why did I find another collared shirt in your bag?” you ask, showing him the reusable bag he’d brought to the shop earlier that day.

He pouts. “That’s for Marc.”

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myorestes

2 years ago

Picture

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Warnings; 18+ content, violent act, masturbation, imaginary throat fucking, dacryphilia, slight breeding kink, Steven being horny and desperate while Marc encourages him.

Summary; You've send him a pic and Steven sends one back.

Word count; 1,2k

Part 1 Misclicked

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It was a normal day for steven. He woke up at his usual time, have breakfast while conversing with Marc and after that he got ready, excited to go to work.

It was all mundane until he saw you, the new manager of the Greece section. You were extremely different from Dona, you were kind, passionate and understanding, did he also mentioned that you're gorgeous?

The first time he saw you was weeks ago, maybe almost a month but you were shining that day, laughing with your co-workers as you walk passed him.

You didn't knew him but he was already whipped with the way you comfort a child that was lost that day. Your calm voice is comforting as you wiped the tears away from the child's face, comforting them with kind words of reassurance.

Then one thing lead to another, either it was fated or not but you accidentally bumped into him one day and find his interest in Egyptian history so fascinating that you wanted to hear more.

So you gave him your number and since that day you've became friends, friends who shared mutual interest on the same things. You've learned a lot from him as he did from you.

He frontend with a groan, looking at the unconscious body underneath him, "Seriously, Marc?" he shifted his gaze towards the puddle besides the body, looking straight at Marc.

"Yeah, well, I don't know what happened either, Steven."

Steven sighed, he bent down to search the man's pocket, finally finding his phone and unlocking it.

He saw a message of you saying that you went clubbing and smile softly, you didn't have to update him on everything in your life but you did and that makes him strangely giddy.

Before he can typed a reply, the 'unconscious' man tackle him making him accidentally pressed the call button.

Steven was quick to grip his collar and punched him hard, hard enough to make him truly unconscious this time before shoving him aside.

He panicked when he picked up his phone and hurriedly cancelled it. His heart is pumping loudly inside his chest as he typed.

Steven

I'm sorry, Y/n! I misclicked it.

Marc laughed at him, "don't worry Steven, she already said that she's going to the club right? She probably had her phone silenced so-"

He was cut off by a loud ding! from Steven's phone, both of them looked at the phone with a small smile, "she's so nice, isn't she, Marc?"

Marc nodded his head with a small smile, he always finds you attractive and you're so adorable in his eyes. Steven and him were undoubtedly attracted to you from the first conversation that you guys had.

Before Steven could write a reply he froze on the spot, eyes wide and he unconsciously unwrapped his mask. He gripped his phone tightly, so tight it could break at any moment.

"Steven, what- oh, fuck."

You send him a few pictures, Steven was expecting you laughing or just you having fun in the club, he was not expecting this type of pictures from you.

He gulped, his eyes wondered on your body, he can feel his breath starting to feel heavy. Fuck, he wouldn't say that he never imagined how you looked underneath all that clothes but you looked even better than his fantasy.

"Steven, send one back." Marc's voice snapped him out of his trace, he furrowed his eyebrow at his reflection.

"What?"

"Send one back."

"No, I heard you the first time but what?"

Marc shakes his head, "you don't get it do you? She send it expecting something, so we'll give her exactly that maybe even more."

Steven shifted his gaze back to your pictures, you look so good, so sexily tempting and you take this pic just to send it to him? Isn't that too good to be true? What if he misunderstand? That you simply misclicked?

"Steven. Are you really letting this chance go? You, no, we've had the biggest crush on her, come on. Take the risk."

Steven bit his lips, Marc's right, he always had a big crush on you after all this time and now he finally had a chance to do something about it. What's the worst thing that could happen?

"Alright, how do I took one?"

"Huh?"

"This type of pictures, how do I pose for it?"

That's right, Marc has forgotten that Steven has never done something like this ever. So he looked around, trying to find a decent place with enough lighting.

He finally found a set of stairs that lead to the roof and in front of it is a big window that reflects his reflection just perfect, not too clear but not that clear either.

"Go sit on that stair and take your suit off but keep your vest on," Steven do as he told, "roll up your sleeves," he rolled them up, making his veins visible.

"Lean back a little and spread your legs, let her see what she does to us."

He took the pic with a deep breath, he felt the sudden confident spread through him because he does look good in his Mr Moon suit, the bulge in his pants were clear and he also look pretty big.

"Send it." Steven took one last deep breath before pressing the send button. "Done."

"Now, we start the waiting game." Steven nod, his eyes kept wondering back to your pictures, he bit his lips, focusing on the lacy thong that were struggling to cover your private area.

He let out a breathless sigh, gulping as he let his mind started to wonder, he bit his bottom lip hard. "fuck it." He stated lowly.

He unzipped his pants, whipping it out and started to pump his cock with a small grunt.

He opened his eyes slowly and imagine you taking his cock into your mouth, greedily and deeply sucking him, he throw his head back.

Gulping his saliva as he imagined he'd gripped your hair and slammed your head down to take his cock deeper, you'd gag in response but that'll just turn him on even more.

He groan and cursed underneath his breath, he imagined how he'd grip your hair harder, holding it up for you so he can clearly see your face with your mouth full with his cock and tears falling from those beautiful eyes of yours as he use your mouth the way he pleases.

He imagined you would sit on his lap and started to grind on his cock as you slowly press your body to his, teasing your own entrance with his tip before slowly putting it in. He threw his head as he pumped faster.

He imaged how you would look while bouncing on his cock, how your breasts would bounce with every thrust and he would watch you move on top of him, you'd hold him tight with your chest pressed to his and staring straight into his chocolate ones with lidded eyes.

He gripped his cock harder, trying to imagine how warm and tight your cunt is. His breathing became heavier as he imagined you bending down and kissing him deeply, all tongue and teeth, whining and begging to be filled with his cum.

It's weird that he feel so fucking turned on with the thought of filling you up with his cum, claiming you as his.

His breath hitched as he feel himself near, he gripped his cock tighter, imagining that he's gripping your waist and slammed upward into you. His hips unconsciously do that.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n- fuck!" he hiss your name as he came, white thick cum spurted out as he breathes heavily taking a moment to calm himself before fixing his pants.

He covered his eyes with his arm before muttering a quiet, "I want to hold her..."

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myorestes

3 years ago

Steve Harrington in Season 4 😍😍

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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'

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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myorestes

2 years ago

Poe & Finn cards <3

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myorestes

2 years ago

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.