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fantasies ~ ewan mcgregor

word count: 2168

request?: yes!

@victoriaharkness​ “smut with ewan mcgregor when reader doesn’t know how to tell him about her sexual fantasies(light bdsm,sir kink type thing) ?”

description: in which her reputation as the innocent one makes it hard for her to tell him all her sexual fantasies

pairing: ewan mcgregor x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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One of the best and worst things about having a reputation of being “innocent” was the reactions you got when you told your partners about your kinks.

They weren’t even intense kinks or anything, but the fact that you were into something besides just plain vanilla sex often shocked whoever you were with at the time. You even had one ex tell you he thought you were a virgin before him, which made you laugh in his face. It was safe to say that relationship didn’t last much longer after that.

You had plenty of practice telling your partners about what you were into sexually, and you had definitely gotten used to the wide variety of reaction you got from telling them. However, for some reason, you were still finding it hard to try and tell Ewan about your kinks.

You had never worried about a negative reaction from any of your exes, but with Ewan it was different. Even in the short amount of time that you were together, you knew that he was someone you wanted to be with for the rest of your life. You were sure he wouldn’t judge you for your kinks, but there was still that small part of your brain that was convinced that maybe he would. Maybe he wouldn’t be into them, or maybe he wouldn’t like that you weren’t as innocent as he thought you were. You were terrified of ruining the relationship even though you kept mentally reminding yourself that it wouldn’t be your fault if Ewan wasn’t into the things you liked.

You had been trying to tell him for days, but every time you would build up the courage to ask him you would immediately chicken out again. The longer it took for you to get the words out, the more nervous you became. The anticipation of finally doing it was starting to grow and you were terrified to finally get it out.

When you did finally manage to tell him…well, it wasn’t exactly the best time.

You were both watching a movie at his place. Your nervousness was starting to bubble over, and when a sex scene started in the movie you knew you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m into BDSM.”

Ewan looked at you with confusion and you could feel your face heating up with embarrassment. Good timing, (Y/N).

“What?”

You sighed and looked down at your lap. You couldn’t face him, but you also couldn’t take back what you said. It was out there now, no turning back.

“I’ve been trying to tell you for a while,” you started. “But I kept chickening out, and…I guess I couldn’t keep it in for any longer.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone thinks I’m so innocent in the bedroom because I’m so innocent in public, but the truth is…I’m into BDSM. Like…light BDSM. I like being tied up, sometimes blindfolded and gagged, and choked and spanked, and I like to be called pet or princess, and I like calling my partner sir on certain occasions. I know it doesn’t really seem like much, but it always shocks people when I tell them and I didn’t want to keep it a secret from you for much longer.”

“And you decided now, while we’re watching a movie on the couch, was a good time to tell me?”

You cringed at this. God, you ruined the mood!

“I…I guess having it on my mind plus the sex scene just made keeping the secret too unbearable. I wanted to get it out there and to finally have it off my chest because I’ve been dreading your reaction for days now. Not that I think you’d react badly, but you can never really know how people will take learning that type of thing, and if it’s not something you’re into personally I understand, and - ”

You were cut off by Ewan’s lips roughly pressing against yours. His hands roughly grabbed your body, pulling you onto his lap and holding you tightly against him. You were shocked at first, but found it easy to melt into this kiss. Shivers were running up and down your spine as his hands explored your body.

You tried to deepen the kiss by attempting to slip your tongue into his mouth, but he grabbed your throat and pushed you away. You gasped as his grip around your throat tightened slightly, just enough to make you feel lightheaded.

“Listen to me,” he said, “you will not do anything unless I tell you to, and you will do absolutely everything I say. Do you understand?” You nodded and your eyes widened as his hold tightened slightly again. “Use your words, pet.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Fuck! You could feel your panties becoming more and more damp with every word he said. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

He kissed you again before picking you up in his arms and heading towards his bedroom, your movie abandoned all together.

He threw you down onto the bed and hovered over you. You wanted nothing more than to lean up and kiss him, or to pull him down on top of you, but you weren’t sure of what type of punishment that would inflict on you.

After a moment, he kissed your forehead and stood. You watched him approach his closet and rummage in it for a moment before coming back with a tie in his hand. He looked down at you as he approached the bed, cupping your cheek with one hand and running his thumb across your lip. Almost instinctively, you took his thumb in your mouth and began to suck on it. He groaned at the action and you could see the bulge in his pants becoming bigger.

Ewan took his hand away from your face and took hold of your shirt, roughly pulling it off and throwing it onto the floor. He then shoved you down onto the bed and took hold of your wrists in his hands. He held them above your head and straddled your body so that you couldn’t move. He began tying your wrists to the headboard, making sure there was no way you’d be able to escape your restraints.

With you officially under his mercy, he knelt between your legs and ran his hands over your exposed upper half. You shivered as his hands ran up from your stomach, specifically coming to stop on your breasts. You let out a whimper as he pinched your nipples between his fingers. He leaned forward, purposely pressing himself between your legs to tease you further.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as his lips pressed against your neck, kissing and sucking there until he was sure he had left a hickey on you. He started to move down then, kissing painfully slowly down your body. He kissed and nipped at your boobs, taking each of your nipples in his mouth and sucking on them for a while. Your breathing started to increase as he got closer and closer to the place where you wanted him most.

He stopped just above the waistband of your pants, his hands reaching up to grab them but not making any motions to remove them.

“Do you want these gone, princess?” he asked.

“Y-Yes sir,” you stuttered out.

He pulled your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your panties. Ewan kissed your thighs and around your panties, making sure not to kiss you in the one spot that you wanted more than anything. Your head pressed against your pillow as you let out little whimpers. You had to stop yourself from bucking your hips up desperately, knowing that would definitely earn you a punishment.

“Do you want these gone, too?” he asked, pulling your panties aside enough that he could rub your swollen clit. You gasped as you tried to respond, but every time you opened your mouth he would rub a little faster. “Come on, pet, tell me exactly what you want.”

“I-I want you,” you finally managed.

“Where do you want me?”

You moaned as he slipped a finger into your wet pussy, pumping it in and out at a painfully slow pace.

“I want you inside me,” you said. “Fuck, please put your cock so deep inside of me.”

Ewan smirked at this. “Beg some more, princess, and maybe I’ll put my cock in you.”

You almost sighed with frustration. You loved the teasing, but you were becoming so unbearably horny. All you wanted was for Ewan to fuck you until you couldn’t walk properly.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes, knowing that would drive him absolutely insane. “Pretty please, sir, put your cock so deep inside of me and make me cum all over it.”

You tried not to let your satisfaction show when your words got you exactly what you wanted. Ewan’s eyes widened and he wasted no time in pulling your panties off. You moaned as he kissed your wet core once before sitting back on his legs and starting to take his clothes off.

You watched him with anticipation, taking in every inch of the body that you loved to look at. You could feel your arousal growing as he pulled his hard member out. He pulled your legs apart and teased your entrance with his tip.

Your wrists pulled against your restraints as he slowly pushed into you, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and feel his body pressing against yours. He took your legs and wrapped them around his waist, helping him to get as deep inside of you as you wanted.

Luckily, he decided he was finished with the teasing. The moment he was deep inside of you, he started moving slowly just to let you adjust to his size inside of you, before his hips started to speed up. His thrusting became rough and the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed with your moans and screams of pleasure.

You could feel yourself building up to your orgasm already. Your legs were starting to tremble and you could feel the familiar pressure building in your stomach, threatening to be let go at any moment.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered through moans.

“Not yet, princess,” Ewan said. “You better hold that until I give you permission.”

This just drove you even more wild. You weren’t sure how you were going to keep yourself from just letting go right at that moment. You wondered what Ewan would have in mind as punishment if you disobeyed him.

Part of you wanted to be naughty just to see what he would do. This was a whole new side that you were only just getting to see, you could only imagine what he would have in mind to punish you. But you decided not to explore that part of him just yet. You wanted to savior every moment of this very dominant Ewan.

His thrusts were becoming quicker and you could feel him twitching inside of you. His hand found your throat and he squeezed slightly on it again, bringing back that lightheaded feeling from earlier. You were trying to hold out on your orgasm as much as you could, but it was starting to get too difficult.

“I-I can’t h-hold it,” you told him. “Please, sir, can I cum?”

“You can cum now, princess.”

The words were barley out of his mouth when a warming sensation filled your body. Your walls tightened around Ewan’s length as you came so hard you were sure you were seeing stars. Feeling your orgasm was enough to push him over the edge as well, and you felt him filling you up shortly after.

You whimpered as he pulled out of you, immediately missing his contact. He untied your wrists and laid next to you on the bed. You rolled over and cuddled into his side, your body still shaking from your orgasm.

“Was that what you meant when you were telling me about your kinks?” he asked, a slight smile on his face.

You giggled. “It definitely was. I’m glad you had a positive reaction to it, though.”

“Why would you think I wouldn’t? Out of all the things you could tell me, being into BDSM was definitely the least serious of it all.”

You shrugged. “It usually shocks people when I say it because everyone thinks I’m so innocent. I’ve had past boyfriends leave me for it for one reason or another.”

Ewan shook his head. “Leaving someone because of a mild sexual preference is very silly. I’d never leave you because of that. I’ll just have to hope I live up to whatever fantasies you have.”

You giggled and kissed his cheek. “You live up to every fantasy I’ve ever had, whether you’re into the same stuff that I am or not.”

Ewan smiled back at you. You both settled into the bed and found yourselves drifting off to sleep within moments.

First Times. Eric Bemis x Reader (SMUTTTTTTT)

OKAY so for this let’s just pretend that that bitch Ramona doesn’t exist and Eric never did the deed with her. ENJOYYYYYYYY

Requested by @papertoes

Eric Bemis was not experienced when it came to sex. He was awkward and nerdy, and most girls didn’t actually know him, and when they did they either knew because of the fact he was a massive nerd or because he was friends with Abby. Well, that was until Y/N had come into his life.

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🐛 I would just like to see a drabble with Obi-Wan during his Clone Wars/ROTS Era. Cause I am a sucker for the Clone Wars armor and that man's hands. (Why do we love hands so much 😅) and I absolutely LOVED Suppose- I read once a week at least- and would love to see your take on our feral sass king in the midst of war before Ani broke his and Padme's hearts.

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-> Rating: 18+

-> Summary: 600 words. Dirty thoughts are triggered by Obi-Wan’s hands. CW/TW: small reference to smut, smug Obi-Wan.

-> Authors Note: thank you for your lovely comments my sweet! I appreciate your love and support more than you’ll ever know! Reblogs are much appreciated! Masterlist

Your eyes are drawn almost immediately to the contrast upon his arrival back to base. The black droid oil, sticking like tar to the pale skin of Obi-Wan’s hands. There’s a flush across his nose, evidence of his exertion at taking down the droid army. He looks tired, eyes cast low as the bodies of the fallen members of his clone squadron are carried behind him.

“Obi-Wan?” You whisper softly, watching as he walks past you in his daze. His tan Jedi tunic moves in the breeze as he wanders almost aimlessly, managing to make his way to his tent.

It’s not often he’s like this. Usually he can rally together the troops and prepare them for a possible assault, but he seems helpless at this moment. It’s why you find yourself following after him into his tent, the only (almost) private place there is on a battlefield.

When you make your way inside, pushing aside the tent door to peer within, you find Obi-Wan standing over a hologram, scanning the open battlefield for advantages, disadvantages, the most opportune place to open for an attack. He has his hand up to his beard, twisting the coarse strawberry blonde hair there with a deep, heavy sigh.

“You can’t be expected to fight exhaustively,” you remind him with a small sigh of your own, approaching him slowly. There’s a slight frown on his brow, shaking his head slightly at your reminder.

“I know. It bothers you. You feel a guilt. But you shouldn’t shoulder that burden, Obi-Wan,” you insist, taking his wrist up in your hand and scanning the oily filth smeared across his knuckles with a small smile. “At least allow me to clean you.”

He doesn’t argue with you, just slumps into a seat at the table as you move to obtain a rag and some water. It’s almost painful to see the usually light hearted, pleasant man you had gotten so used to nursing struggling to muster the energy to even manage a conversation.

“No injuries?” You begin, echoing the first time you met him. Assigned to give medical aid, you remember having seen him return from his mission as the only member of the battalion not to carry a scratch.

“None,” he admitted to you, another shake of his head, “Just a mess.”

You nod, taking up his hand into your own and using the wet rag to wipe away the slick across his hands. There’s a flush on his cheeks as he watches you tenderly treat his bare skin, holding his wrists with such a delicate touch.

He has pretty hands, almost as pretty as his face. There’s veins across the back of his palm, a green-blue colour that reminds you of the waters on Scarif, and his nails are perfectly trimmed on his long, slender fingers. You imagine them ushering the force to his will, using them to stop opponents in their tracks. You envision them pressing the switch and activating his lightsaber to cut down his foe. You can picture them sweep across the inside of your thighs, teasing the lips of your cunt as they ease into your hea-

“Your thoughts, young one. I can hear them,” he reminds you, his voice thick with something that makes your embarrassed shock twist into something more like arousal as you sweep the rag over his knuckles once more. The oil is no longer there, there’s no reason for you to, but again Obi-Wan doesn’t argue.

“I-… I’m sorry, General,” you address him politely. Despite the mortification you feel at having him peer into your head and sense your less than pure thoughts about him, you are uncertain you can find it in yourself to cease your fantasies.

“I never said you had to stop.”

OSCAR ISAAC and CHARLOTTE LE BON THE PROMISE (2016) dir. Terry George

Im deeply in love with him...

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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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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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