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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

steven grant x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: formal wear

warnings: dry humping, cumming in pants

word count: 1k

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It's strange, the way that you feel when he comes out of the bathroom, suit so neat and curls slicked back, the faint smell of aftershave stilling in the air.

It makes your heart race and skip a beat at the same time, it makes your stomach flutter, and you see his cheeks turning a bright shade of red under your gaze.

"What? I look stupid don't I" he chuckles looking down at himself, adjusting the left sleeve of his jacket.

"Stupid?" you repeat, a scoff escaping your lips. "Steven you–" you take a step closer to him, a hand coming to cup his cheek, making him look back up at you. "You look so handsome."

A flattered smile grows over his face, and he thanks you quietly, almost as if he didn’t believe the compliment.

“Fuck I can’t let you go like that, everyone is gonna want you” you laugh looking up and down at him again, adjusting his shirt collar.

The museum had organized some sort of gala, a charity event with people in powerful positions. It was the best occasion for Steven to make a good impression on people that had more power than Donna. 

He chuckles before speaking. “It’s a bunch of old people and… Donna. I don’t think you’ll have any competition, love”

“You never know” you shrug playfully, and he scoffs at the stupidity of your words as he walks to the couch.

“Are you gonna start getting ready soon? We still have time but I’d like to arrive there as soon as it starts” he explains as he sits down. 

“Yeah don't worry I'll get to that” you smirk as you join him to the couch, straddling his lap. His hands quickly settle at your hips, and he’s now the one to look you up and down. 

It’s cute, the way he still blushes and looks up at you with big doe eyes just the way he did the first time you ever did that.

“I mean it, when I say you look handsome” you nod.

“I know you do” he smiles sheepishly.

“And you know I never lie to you, right?”

He hums in approval. 

“Then you should believe me when I say it” you declare as you lean down to capture his lips in a kiss, one of his hands leaving your hip to come and rest at the back of your head. 

He shifts in place to get in a more comfortable position, and your mouth opens in a moan when his thigh accidentally rubs against your crotch.

“Oh” he scoffs as he pulls away, looking down at your crotch, a sly smirk over his face. “Now that’s interesting innit?” he teases, and you’re the one to blush now. “Should I–” he moves his thigh so it can brush against you again, and he laughs when you whine at the fiction.

“Fuck Steven, don’t be a tease” you pant as your forehead presses against his, looking down at your crotch. It’s quick, the way your body starts to get overwhelmed with lust, and it’s emphasized when both of his hands settle back onto your hips to ground you back onto his thigh.

“C’mon, work for it” he tilts his head to the side, and even though it’s not an order you interpret it as such, you have to when he looks up at you through his lashes with lustful yet soft eyes. 

Your head tucks into the crook of his neck when you start to slowly grind back and forth on his thigh, the pressure feeling just right on your clit. Your breath feels hot against his skin, and though it feels pleasant, he wants to see your eyes, the way your face contorts in pleasure.

“Don’t hide, I want to see that sweet face of yours”

You oblige, your hands resting against the back of the couch, caging around his face. He pulls you towards his face to kiss you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth this time. He takes his time to explore your mouth as your hips sensually roll against him, and the small whines you pour into his mouth can’t help but make his slacks feel tighter.

When you pull away your faces still remain close, your pants mixing with his warm breath as he looks down at where you’re moving. You curse under your breath when he lifts up his thigh just a little bit so it can press closer against you, making him bite down on his lip.

His hands guide you back and forth, the friction of all the layers of clothes against your needy clit drawing small, sweet noises from you. “That’s right love” he murmurs as he looks up at your eyes, mesmerized by how much you seemed to enjoy this.

“Wait– just–” you shift and position yourself to grind against his crotch, his head hitting the back of the couch at the friction against his hard-on.

“Oh bollocks” he huffs out, a small chuckle leaving his mouth at the same time.

"Yeah, right," you grin, calculating the rolling of your hips so you can grind exactly where he needs you to.

The friction is maddening, especially when you can feel him twitch in his pants underneath you. Your head falls back with a whine, your heart racing faster by seconds.

“Oh– you close darling?” you nod hastily, eyes shut tight. It only takes a few back and forth movements before your mouth gapes in a silent cry, waves of relief washing over you as you keep grinding against Steven so he can get his own release.

It doesn’t take long either; not with the way he squirms and bucks up into you, chasing after you for more. He bites down on his bottom lip and whines before–

"Oh fuck love I'm gonna– Oh shit," his head falls back again, exposing his perfume sprayed neck as he spills inside his pants with a small grunt. 

You kiss his cheek before you leave his lap, sitting next to him.

“Bloody hell I have to change now” he chuckles as a hand covers his eyes, a small laugh slipping from his mouth. “But it was worth it”

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ARCANE ( 2021 - 2024 )

C*ck Therapy

Therapist Steven Grant x patient!camgirl!female reader

Warnings: 18+, taboo relationship, therapist-patient sexual relations, c*ck warming, p in v, unprotected, mentions of cam girl activities, mentions of masturbation, mentions of oral (f rec), umm.. how else do I tag this. Brat taming Steven.

Just 1.8k words of horniness I’m sorry. Beta’d by the lovely @melodygatesauthor

“I’m not moving until you tell me what’s got you so angry, love,” he said while gripping your hips down onto his, not letting you roll them the way you longed to.

See, Steven used to be your therapist. He used to be your kind, respectful, and attentive therapist for about 4 months but that quickly changed when you decided to divulge your secondary income source – your premium content. Subscription based content. Adult modeling. Your camgirl side hustle. Whatever you wanted to call it.

He didn’t take the information as well as you were hoping, stuttering and blushing and not meeting your eyes, and you felt uncomfortable, thinking he was judging you for it. In actuality, Steven had found your profile a few weeks prior to your confession, and couldn’t help but palm himself to your entire content library. He’d never come harder than he had on the first night he stumbled upon one of your videos. It wasn’t long before he became addicted to the way you fell apart on camera.

He knew it was wrong, he knew it was probably against some rule about him being your therapist but he couldn’t help it. You were so intelligent in your sessions with him, always providing great insight on your own issues. You were one of his favourite patients. He was really happy with the progress you were making, and well… Steven couldn’t deny that you were beautiful. He was sure you were well aware of your beauty, so he never fancied himself someone you’d find attractive, especially considering the nature of your relationship. It was sort of forbidden. No, it was forbidden. The guilt didn’t stop him from subscribing to you though.

In your sessions, he never made you feel uncomfortable, he never gave away that he knew about your secret side gig, and he honestly wanted to help you. Steven was genuine in his career, he loved listening to you open up to him. He didn’t think his guilty addiction to you was hindering your growth until you mentioned your videos and apparently it showed on his face. He began stumbling over his words, trying desperately to explain that he wasn’t judging you. When you told him he was making a ‘cringe face’, he was forced to admit that he was actually cringing at himself, not at you. It was a painful few moments for you both.

Long story short, he couldn’t keep seeing you in his office, and decided some private sessions in his home were more appropriate. They usually started off with him bending you over the couch and then asking you how your day went as he righted your clothing, or kissing you messily the second you walked through the door, only to ravenously eat you out on the closest surface he could find. He was insatiable. Half your sessions were him just whining and whimpering about how delicious you were and how he couldn’t believe you were really letting him do this to you. Steven still let you talk, still listened to your issues and still tried to therapize you. It was just after he fucked your brains out.

You came over with an attitude today, irritated by external factors and you were looking forward to Steven fucking it out of your system. When you tried to initiate it with him, to get him to give you what you needed, he pulled back to look at you in concern. He offered to talk first, and you got angry and scoffed in his face, ripping yourself from his grasp. He conceded, telling you to take your frustrations out on him as he sat on the couch you usually laid down on in your sessions, patting his thighs in invitation. You were supposed to ride him, putting all your energy into it and watching his brows furrow as he watched his length disappear inside you again and again.

Today, he was hell-bent on you cockwarming him, claiming it was supposed to get you talking quicker but you were highly doubting the validity of his statement with the way his cock was twitching inside you every few minutes. Your slick was coating your thighs and the hairs at the base of his member, flowing more freely the longer he sat unmoving inside your hot channel. Infuriatingly, he held your hips down with his impossible strength, looking up at you with those sweet brown eyes of his as he repeated his question. Shit, what was the question?

“Hmmm?” you managed, after another unsuccessful attempt at rolling your hips.

“I said, what’s got you so angry today, love? Talk to me. I’ll make it worth it, I promise, but first you have to be good and tell me what’s wrong,” he urged, nudging your chin with his shapely nose.

You had inhale deeply, your breathlessness making it hard for you to speak. God, he really was so thick, wasn’t he? He was filling you up so perfectly, stretching you out at this angle and you had to close your eyes to even think about what you were going to say.

“That girl at work… the one I told you about who leaves all her shit for me to clean up after her shift–”

“Mhmm, keep talking, love,” the vibrations from his chest felt like an electric shock through your body, your back arching at the sensations.

“Ahhh, she-she made a mistake, and blamed me… and, and then I got reamed out by my stupid manager,” you were close to crying now, the anger subsiding slowly, and the feeling of being denied by Steven taking over.

“Ohh, sweetheart, s’not right, is it?” He brushed your hair back and rubbed your cheekbone with his thumb, and you couldn’t help but lean into his palm like a cat needing affection. “S’not your fault. Tell you what, maybe you should quit.”

“Maybe you should fuck me, come on, Steven, just–just make it go away, I need you,” you were whining pathetically, ready to let your fists land on his chest in a rage.

Steven tutted at you. He tutted, like you were a petulant child, like you were just having a tantrum, like a teacher gently disciplining a student, not like you were sitting on his cock, leaking all over him and the couch, staining the taupe suede material with your juices. Leaning forward to softly mouth at your neck, he whispers against it and lets his lips graze your skin.

“I wouldn’t be a good therapist if I didn’t let you talk about it first, would I? That’s not very ‘healing comes from within’ of me,” he laughed at the end of it, his hot breath burning you even further.

Oh, you hate him. You tightened your core when he laughed against you, the rumbling causing his cock to shift slightly and you let out a soft moan at the smallest amount of friction it granted you, and he unwillingly thrust upwards at the feeling. Oh, you knew how to get back at him.

Clenching around him again, you wait for his reaction as your lips touch the shell of his ear, whimpering, as he garbled out a choked out groan against your neck. Steven’s hips unwittingly thrust upwards again, knocking into your cervix just that small amount, enough to make you dig your nails into his shoulders where your hands were resting. You were both moaning now, and you think you can tease him like this until he finally gave in and fucked you from under you. You needed him to, therapy be damned.

Dragging your hands up into his hair, he shuddered when your nails scraped across his scalp. He licked his lips, the edge of his tongue grazing your neck before he pulled back to look into your eyes and the previous soft look he was giving you was gone, replaced with a heady look, eyelids low as his mouth was open and panting.

“No, but considering that you’re inside me right now, I’d say you’re halfway there,” you gasp as his hand shifts down to your ass, squeezing, fingers splayed wide and pulling at the flesh there.

You lean more into his chest, your breasts pressing into him now, his mouth sitting just so, dipping down to mouth at them through your top. Steven’s control was slowly slipping, his idea failing spectacularly as he pulled your hips to roll and grind on his. You squeezed your muscles around his thick and throbbing cock again, trying to entice him to pull out to the tip and buck up into you like you wished he would. You were gripping him so tight, and your slick was more than enough to make his movements smooth and yet Steven was holding back from giving you his all, his logic lost on you.

“Steven, please, I’m sorry for being short with you, I’m sorry, okay? Please just–”

You were cut off from your helpless begging when he decided he’d had enough, that you had suffered enough, that you learnt your lesson and that the anger you walked in with was gone, along with his restraint. Steven gripped your ass even tighter, his fingers pressing divots into your skin as he thrust up into you mercilessly, bouncing you on his length as you cried out for him.

His hands were squeezing you, keeping you wide open for him as he rendered you incoherent, pathetic moans and whines leaving you. With your mouth still close to his ear, your noises began spurring him on as he grunted with each pass of his cock into your hot cunt, desperate to reach his end. Your hands began bunching his blazer lapels, angry in the back of your head that he didn’t even take off his jacket when he sat you on his thick shaft. Your soft walls began fluttering around him, signaling that you were almost reaching your end, his relentless teasing having caught up with you now, hurtling you towards the edge quicker.

“Ohh, ffffuck, Steven I’m gonna–gonna come, yes,” you shouted, so close to your euphoria that you were desperate to reach. The way his cock was punching up into your cervix was just perfect, his smell overwhelming you, his hands squeezing you just right, everything was leading to this and you couldn’t help but whine when his thumb swiped at your clit once, twice–

You were coming hard.

His grunts and groans were muffled into your chest, his thrusts getting sloppy while he chased his own release, pulling your hips down to his so hard it almost hurt. Steven bucked his hips one final time before you felt the telltale pulsing inside of you, the warmth of his cum slowly trickling out from where you were still sheathed around him. He pulled back to look at it with brows raised, almost impressed at his own mess while still catching his breath.

“How are you feeling now, love? Still angry at me?”

“I wasn’t angry at you, Steven,” you sigh dazedly, shaking your head at him. “Silly man. But to answer your question, I’m feeling much better now that you’re done torturing me.”

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if you are not very careful, your possessions will possess you

helping hands

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Premise: That’s the thing about Joel — he is desperate for control. You don’t blame him, everyone is nowadays. But there are times, like tonight, that he needs something else.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), edging, orgasm denial, praise kink, sub!joel, dom!reader

Note: you can't expect to show me a moody, reluctant single dad and not write about him ok. i haven't played tlou, so this is based off the first episode of the show.

You learn early on that overthinking won’t do you any good. There is no place for that in this new world. Everyone and everything has been reduced to a single instinct: survive.

Joel taught you that.

“You wanna survive? Stop thinking. Just go. Or else that shit is gonna swallow you whole.”

Ironically, out of all the things to make you overthink, it’s Joel that makes your head spin. He told you he has no love left in him, that whatever is between the two of you is all physical. You accept it, there is no way to hide the horror etched in his face. You believe him, just not entirely. You still have hope that he has room in his heart. Maybe not for love, but for endearment. It’s not much, but you’ll take it.

Especially if it means having Joel Miller reduced to a moaning mess. 

“You’re doing so well, Joel. Just hold on a little bit longer, okay?” You kiss his temple as he all but bucks into your touch. Your fingers wrap around his hard length, pumping and squeezing gently at the base of his cock until he nods, gasping. 

You’ve been at this for far too long, moonlight traveling through the his shitty apartment above with graceful ease, as if the world hasn’t turned to shit. Joel is usually the one making you beg for release, but how can you deny him when he's like this?

There is a sweet ache between your legs that screams for attention, and surely, had he not been brought to the edge over and over again, he’d fill you with his cock until he you felt him in your throat.

But this isn’t about you. 

This is about him and how he's wrapped up so tightly in his pain and anger that he can barely function. He is a mess of hard knots, so harshly coiled it leaves the rest of him in shreds.

He was so rigid when you stopped by, his jaw clenched so tightly you could taste blood in your kisses, but now those imaginary knots are starting to unravel. With every stroke and squeeze to his cock, he’s unwinding.

You hum sweet praise in his ear when his hand comes to your wrist, trying to hold onto you as his only leverage.

That’s the thing about Joel — he is desperate for control. You don’t blame him, everyone is nowadays. And you’re more than happy to give that to him. It's all for him. He craves control and you're willing to grant him it. But there are times, rare as they are, that he needs something else. You like to think you know him, and that tonight is a sort of attestation of that. It isn’t like every other night. He doesn’t need to bury himself deep into you until all you feel is him.

No, not this time. This time, he needs you to settle him.

You lay beside each other, your lips peppering his cheeks and chin and nose and lips and everywhere with kisses, and Joel looks just about ready to completely unwind. He gasps you name when you rub over the underside of him with a maddeningly slow motion.

“It’s okay, baby,” You assure, your hand sticky as your thumb comes to the tip of his cock where he drips precum. He groans, biting his lip and turning his head so he can hide his face in your neck, muffling his moans. He’s exposed, all the way down to his bones as he twitches in your hold. “I’m here. Let it all out for me, okay? You’re safe. You’re alright.”

The groan that tumbles out of him is louder than before.

“You’re so close, baby,” You press against the the vein on the underside of his cock feeling the way his pulse increases, how he is ready to come undone. He all but thrashes, ready and heated. Your lips tenderly trace the at the underside of his jaw, the skin around your mouth burning from his prickly stubble. 

You’re both sweaty, too warm in the best way possible, making him feel as though he is going to spiral out of his skin. You know because this makes you feel the same way. The control, the trust he puts in you to keep him dancing on the edge of release. Every flutter of his pulse, every sound he makes sends a dull throb of arousal shuddering down your spine until you feel your own heartbeat between your legs.

“Sweetheart,” He breathes out, the syllables stretching in his mouth. He's going to come undone. You can feel it in the way his cock twitches in your hand. You can smell it mixing with the sweet smell of whiskey on his breath. The orgasm building in him is overwhelming, a massive blackhole with him in the center bucking his hips as you move down his shaft.

“Do you want to finish?” You ask, your voice a soothing balm as his hips flex, begging for mercy. You’re strong, stronger than him, and your mind isn’t hazy with overwhelming pleasure like his. You have the leverage. It should unsettle him, shake him enough to have you pinned to the bed.

Yet, he stays in your embrace. He lets you keep him at the edge of release, lets you build his orgasm until his eyes roll back in his head. He isn’t safe in his own hands, his palms stained in blood that never seems to come out, but in yours, he is unwinding. He's okay, or at least as okay as one can feel in this fucked up world.

“Sweetheart! Fuck—” He curses as you make another slide back up to his tip, teasingly pressing your thumb against his slit, thick precum oozing around the pad of your thumb. There is no way he can last; all his nerve endings have bubbled to the surface, every ounce of pleasure has engulfed him.

“Just a little bit longer, I promise,” You pet his hair as you continue stroking his hardness. “Is that okay?”

It takes him a moment to nod, a strangled "yes" caught in his throat when you take your hand away from him. His cock lands back against his stomach, painfully hard and leaking precum. The movement alone is almost enough to make him come, but he holds back. He bites his lip as you push him onto his back.

With a final kiss to his lips, you're moving. Lower and lower. Trailing your lips down his chest and stomach, following the trail of peppered hair on his belly that leads you to his flushed cock. As you smile up at him, he brings his hands to your shoulders.

“You don’t—” He starts, his words harsh and fumbling as you place a delicate kiss to the thick head of his cock.

“I want to.”

“‘M not gonna last.” He's so fucking sensitive you’re sure he's going to lose it any second.

“Don’t want you to last. Just tell me what feels best, okay? Don’t hold back.”

Keeping your eyes locked, you open your mouth, taking him in inch by inch in a sinfully smooth glide. Your thighs rub together, your throbbing intensified, but you’re much more interested in how he arches his back so sharply. How he turns to putty in your hands. It takes Joel no time to start rocking into your mouth, speech fragmented into various commands of what he wants you to do, to take him deeper, to suck harder — and you relax your throat to make space.

Running soothing fingers over his hips, he seems to be at the point of sobbing — “That — fuck — that’s g—good, sweetheart,” — your name a prayer on his tongue, and you grant him mercy.

He doesn’t need you to say he can finish — not with the adoring look in your eyes, and certainly not with the way your throat relaxes to take him all the way down. Joel dissolves into thrusts and useless, barely understood speech until he releases in your mouth. Every breath he takes is a scrap of your name or a ragged pant as the salty taste of him floods your tastebuds.

You stay between his legs, his cock pulsing in your mouth as you gently contract your throat to swallow his release. Truthfully, if you didn’t have his cock in your mouth, you’d have shit-eating grin plastered on your face, even with his come trickling out the corner of your mouth. This isn't the first time you've seen Joel fall apart, but it's always a welcomed image regardless.

You wait until he weakly pushes at your shoulders to move you away, releasing this cock from your mouth in a soft, wet sounding pop, licking the tip for good measure.

When you move your way back up his body, he doesn’t seem to have any strength left, doing little more than whispering your name as you wrap your arms around him. Pulling him close, you ask, “How you feeling? Better?”

“Y—yeah, baby. Good,” He mutters, moving down just enough to rest his head against your chest. "You're a fucking blessing."

He nuzzles between your breasts, letting the salty taste of your skin coat his lips. He finds the strength to wrap his own arms around you, pressing his fingertips lightly into your back as though he never wants to let you go.

You try not to think how you and Joel got to the point. Don't think, just do. It doesn't matter how you ended up here, all that matters is that you're here. That throughout the decay and pain, there is something that matters. It's not love, but something else. Endearment, affection, softness. What matters is the he curled into you and that you're able to take the stress and pain and frustration away from him.

Joel feels good against you, warm and solid.

thank you for reading! this was my first time writing outside of star wars, so i hope you enjoyed! comments, reblogs, and likes are all appreciated 💙

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