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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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A Very Dangerous Game (Rooster Drabble)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 658

TW: Fluff, Teasing, Suggestive Situation, Reader in a Sundress, Hangman is Put in his Place, Language

Notes: Thanks to the Top Gun server for starting us on this sundress kick and allowing everyone to join in! And thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for beta reading! Top Gun Masterlist

You had told him you had a surprise for him that night, but when Rooster saw you walk into The Hard Deck, his jaw still hit the floor. In all the time he had known you, he had only ever seen you wearing one of your various uniforms, or a t-shirt and jeans (or nothing at all). So, the sight of you in this cotton sundress with a hem that skimmed across your upper thighs instantly sent his heart racing. It took everything in him not to jump across the pool table and take you right there in front of the entire group of cadets.

Yet even if he were the kind of guy who would do something like that, both of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret for the time being. So, all he could do at the moment was watch as you sauntered up to the group.

“Damn, girl! What’s gotten into you tonight?” Hangman leered as he saw you approaching. Taking a few steps towards you, he blocked your way and leaned on his pool cue. “Got a hot date? Or if not, do you want one?”

Rooster tensed in his seat. If Hangman tried to lay a single finger on you, secret relationship or not, he would break his hand.

But you just smiled sweetly up at the other pilot. “Hangman, you wouldn’t know what to do with me if you got me. I need a real man, not some overconfident fuckboy.” For just a second, you dropped your gaze to meet Rooster’s, a mischievous twinkle burning in your eyes.

Fuck. Just when Rooster didn’t think you could get any sexier…

Hangman’s eyes narrowed as he sneered, “You’ll never find anyone who could make you feel as good as I could.”

With a condescending smirk, you patted his chest as you pushed past him. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Jake.”

You walked to the other side of the pool table, stopping directly in front of where Rooster was sitting. Leaning heavily against the side of the table, your barely covered ass was situated just inches from his knee. He clenched his jaw so tightly he thought he could feel his teeth crack under the pressure. His hands gripped the edge of his seat until his knuckles grew bone white.

Picking up one of the discarded pool cues, you glanced over your shoulder at him as you asked, “So, who’s ready to play?”

The next twenty minutes were the most taxing of Rooster’s life. You had him under your spell, and you knew it. His eyes never left your skimpily clad form as you danced around the pool table, your hips swaying tantalizingly with every step. Every time you came near him, you would lean over farther than necessary to shoot, clearly revealing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath your dress. It was maddening! You were like a poorly wrapped present on Christmas Eve, with the thrill of seeing and knowing what was underneath the paper yet being forced to wait to open it.

After your third game, you strolled over and grabbed a beer off the table just behind him, pressing yourself against him in order to reach. As your ear passed by his lips, he muttered under his breath, “You’re playing a very dangerous game, sweetheart.”

You smiled as you trailed your fingers up his upper thigh, your body blocking the motion from the rest of the group. “What do you mean? I thought I was playing pool?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s fun and I love to watch you squirm.”

Just as your fingers reached the straining bulge in his pants, Rooster grabbed your wrist. Both of you were breathing heavily, your eyes dark with lust. With a deep, hoarse groan, Rooster murmured, “You know you’re gonna pay for this tonight.”

You turned your head to gently nip at his ear before purring, “I’m counting on it.”

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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A Very Dangerous Game (Rooster Drabble)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 658

TW: Fluff, Teasing, Suggestive Situation, Reader in a Sundress, Hangman is Put in his Place, Language

Notes: Thanks to the Top Gun server for starting us on this sundress kick and allowing everyone to join in! And thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for beta reading!

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Rooster tensed in his seat. If Hangman tried to lay a single finger on you, secret relationship or not, he would break his hand.

Damn. Just when Rooster didn’t think you could get any sexier…

Hangman’s eyes narrowed as he sneered, “You’ll never find anyone who could make you feel as good as I could.”

With a condescending smirk, you patted his chest as you pushed past him. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Jake.”

Picking up one of the discarded pool cues, you glanced over your shoulder at him as you asked, “So, who’s ready to play?”

You smiled as you trailed your fingers up his upper thigh, your body blocking the motion from the rest of the group. “What do you mean? I thought I was playing pool?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s fun and I love to watch you squirm.”

You turned your head to gently nip at his ear before purring, “I’m counting on it.”

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#sfw repost #drabble #top gun #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x f!reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x f!reader #fluff #sundress #suggestive situation tw #teasing tw #language tw

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kyovtani · 2 years

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so desperate for mean dom takahiro rn. like please slap me around and make me cry. humiliate me!!! idc i would do anything for that man. or any of seijoh. or mean!bokuroo. just mean anyone really. 💔💔💔

oh 🥺

mean dom!takahiro who ties your hands behind your back before he places you in between his legs and fucks your face for literal hours without even thinking about touching your messy little cunt. he knows you're getting wetter every time he pushes his pretty cock as far down your throat as possible but he simply doesn't care.

sometimes he even grabs your face to pull you a little closer to his own, nudging your nose with his right before he starts chuckling because of how desperate you are. mocks and teases your little whimpers and whines, imitates your stutters and lands a row of hard slaps on your tear and spit stained cheeks just to cum all over your face right when you start crying.

"you always look so pretty when you cry like this, angel", he mumbles and pulls his hand away to slap you just one more time; eliciting another sob from you before he smiles and takes your chin in between his fingers, "and all of that just for a kiss...how pathetic."

#mean doms cw #face slapping cw #face slapping tw #mocking tw #teasing tw #degradation tw #hard doms tw #; boy of choice: takahiro #; haikyuu

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viviaj · 10 months

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you’re housing a glass of something brown.

it’s definitely alcohol and it’s definitely strong. which isn’t surprising, since it’s kiyoomi’s.

kiyoomi is tall amongst his team mates. black slacks and a black shirt loosely tucked in to his frame; he looks vampiric as his skin glows in the shitty house-party lights.

his waist is slimmer than the other’s around him. the curve of his shoulders into his stomach and down to his hip bones are perfect.

you watch him snort and cover his mouth as he laughs at something, quickly waving it off as shoyo asks to do a shot with him. kiyoomi rolls his eyes, and they take the shot.

it’s maybe half an hour later when you see kiyoomi stumble his way back to you and your couch. his hair is sticking to his face, and his shirt looks like it’s been untucked in places.

the sunken-in brown leather couch dips when kiyoomi slides into your side.

“you having fun?” you ask as kiyoomi presses his nose into your cheek, you giggle a bit as his breath tickles your skin.

“so much fun,” he says as he’s pressing open mouthed kisses on the side of your face, his lips moving towards the base of your neck, and all the way up to the bottom of your ear.

“you’re so cute over here, jus’ sittin’ by yourself,” he mumbles, “holdin’ my drink for me.. so sweet and kind,” he’s talking nonsense.

you nod along because what do you even say to that? it’s hard to argue with him as he’s sliding his hand up and down your thigh, teeth nibbling at your ear.

“can’t stop touching you,” you squirm as his hand sinks higher up your thigh, “i want you so badly baby, please.” he’s practically begging you, with his hand moving towards your inner thigh you can’t help but inch closer to him— he’s so close.

“not here omi,” you turn to try and return his kisses but he just whines.

“no, no you don’t— you can’t say that,” he presses his hand in further, all whiny, “please just— baby just let me do this, i can’t help myself.”

there’s an insatiable feeling coiling in your stomach.

“people are looking.” you try to calm down, slightly pushing against kiyoomi’s hands.

“i don’t care,”

you can see his cock hardening in his slacks, and he looks so good.

there’s a distant whoop and cheer in the distance and you have half a mind to think it was aimed at the two of you.

“kiyoomi..” you sigh.

“don’t. just stop talking— please,” he grabs your hand and slowly places it on his clothed cock. his hips immediately buck up into you. you’ve never seen him so needy before.

“you’re so hard,”

“yeah? you feel it?” he’s mouthing against you, “it’s all for you. you know that, yeah?”

and no. you didn’t really know that. kiyoomi has never been so vulnerable. usually the quiet and stern type during these moments, this is the first time he’s ever been so open.

you slowly rub your hand up and down, enough for kiyoomi to whine his way to your lips, pressing light kisses in a way that can only be seen as desperate.

“i love when you touch me. so much. shit,” he mumbles, “i don’t say it enough. i swear,” his lips are so warm.

“kiyoomi, let me take you home,”

he shakes his head no against you, “no. need you now.”

“i cant give you what you need here,” you mutter, embarrassed at even saying anything like that in public.

“you don’t need to,” his slender fingers move over your underwear, slowly touching you. your chest gets caught in your throat and you’re suddenly aware of everything in the room, “feel good?” he kisses your jaw.

he slips his hand under your clothes, his fingers tracing over you and your thighs. your hand covers your mouth as kiyoomi feels you.

“guys?”

you jerk back into the seat as shoyo approaches the two of you. to your horror, omi doesn’t even pretend to stop, his fingers moving over you like it was his job.

“yes?” he sounds bored.

and at that point their voices are gone. all you can feel are his fingers and his breath and his body. it’s just him him him.

and then it’s not.

kiyoomi’s stroking your cheek slowly, “gonna get another drink,”

“wait. what? kiyoomi? why did—”

he looks devilish as he presses a small kiss on your forehead.

“i’ll be back.” voice full of sweetness as you’re writhing on the couch, “i’ll take care of you at home.”

#haikyuu men #haikyuu smut #tw dubcon #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #he’s a tease #and an asshole drunk #tw drinking #shoyo makes an appearance #kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi x y/n #kiyoomi x you #kiyoomi sakusa #kiyoomi sakusa x reader

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konigsblog · 3 months

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cw- age gap (20s-50s)

old man könig can't get it up and needs his smart college thing to help him ;(

you're smart, you'll figure it out .... 📚🧠

#he'd love to tease a virgin #but we know he wouldn't last another round #just keep riding him it doesn't matter it you're too sore to continue :(#shit post #i WILL be talking about this later #konig #könig #konig x reader smut #konig x you #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #orla speaks #konig x reader #cod konig #tw: age gap

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Danny covered his nose with his hand. Where ever he landed smelled absolutely foul, like rotten fruit and burning tires mixed with chem lab.

"Remind me to bring a face mask the next time I explore the Infinite Realms." He muttered, before kicking a soda can down the alley he was in and being repulsed by the squelch sound it made when it came into contact with a very questionable looking puddle, "Better yet, a gas mask." He glanced at the puddle again, "Or I could go full Hazmat." Clockwork had told him this world was full of superheros and villians and to steer clear of it, but once he learned there were aliens in this world he couldn't help himself. Danny had always been weak to his curiosity, but he liked to believe he was cautious, and chose to stay in his Phantom for for added protection.

Turning on his heel he exited onto a deserted street lined on one side by a chain-link fence. The sky above him was filled with clouds so ominous and dark that Danny honestly couldn't tell you if it was night or day, all he knew was that it was going to rain soon and hopefully these awful smells would be drowned out by the downpour.

Danny got his wish only minutes later. Thankfully Phantom was unbothered by the cold and could just bask in the rain as it fell apon him. A lesser known fact about ghosts is that thier clothes are made from thier ectoplasm and are part of thier bodies, much like a second layer of skin, so one would be able to feel things on thier clothes as easily as they would with thier bare skin. The level of sensitivity varies with the type of clothing however. All this to say Danny loved the feeling of the rivulets of rainwater traveling down his ghostly hazmat suit.

He was so preoccupied with enjoying the sensation that he didn't notice anything was wrong until he was jolted forward from the weight of someone landing on his back. The person was quick and precise, taking no time at all to have his wrists pinned behind his back and- weirdly enough- thier teeth digging into the material around his neck.

His parents designed the Hazmat suit Danny was wearing not only to deal with dangerous chemicals, but to fight supernatural foes. The area around the neck was reinforced with the intention of protecting against fatal gunshots and decapitations so naturally someone's jaw wasn't going to be enough to break through to his neck.

Danny let out a laugh as the person kept chewing on his neck like a confused puppy. Oh, Danny thought, they've gone feral. It was odd for someone to go feral but it could occur when a person has gone through something traumatic recently or through extreme stress. It made sense since the person ridding piggy back on him was dressed like a superhero. Danny wondered if that was why the person didn't have a scent. Danny learns facepalmed when he remembered that scentblockers existed and not everyone's scent dramatically changed whenever they went out as a hero. The scent change was probably one of the few things that have kept him alive up to this point to be honest.

"So, I guess you're not going to tell me why you're chewing on my neck like the worlds most pathetic vampire, are you?" No one deserves that title more than the fruitloop to be honest. He made a mental note to use that one against Vlad the next time he saw him.

Chewy whined at this, seeming to slump a bit from the apparent failure to bite him. What was that about? Was this actually a vampire? How would a vampire even react to Dannys ecto-blood combo meal anyway? Would it be like food poisoning? Or would it taste amazing from one undead to another. "I'm not exactly human, are you sure you wanna bite me? I might not taste so good." Danny warned, but the moment he mentioned letting the person bite him they were eager again.

Danny chuckled and unzipped the material only a bit before it was loose enough to move out of the way. The vampires bite came with a sharp pain like he expected but there was no suction. No drinking of blood. Just some weirdo biting Danny on the neck. Huh.

Danny hoped he didn't get rabies from this.

He must have accidentally said that out loud as there was a small laugh from the rooftops above them. There stood another person in a superhero outfit with some really tall dude dressed as a giant bat, and that was when Danny decided to bail. It was one thing to let a maybe vampire bite you in a random street in the middle of the night but more of them? And ones a big scary furry? Hard pass.

Phantom did as Phantoms do and went invisible and intangible, escaping from Biteys jaws and startling the heros. He ignored the distressed whine Munchy let out after loosing their spookyest chew toy and quickly rubbed the scent gland near dannys jaw on the top of thier head as an act of comfort before bolting.

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Danny poked at the bite mark on his neck. Screw rabies, he better not get turned into a werewolf. He didn't need that on top of his ghostly crap. Sam seemed fascinated by the mark, after all, it wasn't every day that Danny got a scar, especially one so obvious. Most injuries heal quickly and leave no trace of him ever being injured in the first place which helped a lot in keeping his secret identity.

Luckily Danny hadn't needed to lie to mom and dad. He truthfully told them about some wierdo jumping off of a nearby rooftop and plunging thier teeth into his neck and that two other people had tried to corner him during this. He assured his mom that he had gotten away quickly but was a little shaken by it and his dad praised him for being brave and managing to escape.

That was nice. But he still had to figure out what was up with this bite...and why he felt so compelled to go back to that city.

Back to that hero.

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Aka an A/B/O au where in Danny's universe all the Alphas are extinct and the betas followed soon after and the DC universe all the Omegas went extinct and betas followed after . Not like a "they finally went extinct in the 1700s after centuries of thier numbers dwindling" thing and became a myth/fairytale (tho I like that too) but a "this might be the missing link between cave men and modern humans" kinda thing.

Its up to you which bat bit Danny and exactly what that means. I love abo aus without smut cause there's so much potential for chaos and I am very much ace.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #abo #everyone is confused and no one has answers #i would however like some slowburn romance #whichever bat you choose is going to get teased forever for running up to some random meta and biting the crap outta them #i tricked yall into reading an abo prompt didnt i?#i slept little over an hour last night so i woke up choosing violence #its been a very bad day #the store didnt have a lot of the stuff i needed to buy and on the walk home i saw an older kitten that looked kinda like my cat get hit #the car didnt even stop. poor thing got hit by the next car too and i just stared and it started raining like a freaking movie moment #tw: animal death #tw for the tags #so i got new trauma today #gonna make that everyone elses problem #a/b/o dynamics #kinda #just wanted to add the tag incase yall have it filtered

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caelanglang · 1 year

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Living Longer

a message for someone on the edge…

from the waters of the sea, to the sands of the beach, to the concrete of the city, to the floorboards of your home — i hope you’ll be proud of yourself for living longer.

#tw sui ideation #tw blood #a message to myself #but I hope it reaches to those who needed it too #if you’re reading this I’m sending you a big warm hug #and I’m proud of you for making it this far :))#let’s all try to live a bit longer like dazai :3 #the latest chapter is a tease he is definitely gonna make it guys !! ><#and yes I will never let go of my fixation on dazai and sunsets I’m sorry I’m not #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #my art #my writing #I hope this means something to you bc writing this out meant a lot to me #my comic

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captainhysunstuff · 17 days

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22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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#drawn by me #my fanart #my fancomic #Death Note #The Chain #lawlight #Light Yagami #L #Ryuk #smooch #saucy shenanigans #suggestive dialogue #Ryuk third-wheeling~#L meets Light's quirky-deadly roommate #henh not much to say about this one. basically a continuation of the previous entry despite the absurd update gap.#I've lost the ability to keep anything brief anymore~#L seems a bit out of character with his willingness to go with the plan huh? And don't you think he'd have gotten used to Light's teasing b #now? Maybe it hits a little different knowing for a fact that it's coming from Kira's mouth directed towards him of all people~#Also the picture where Ryuk is saying he'll scram when things get heated is probably my favorite drawing of him that I've done!#he was so intimidating to draw especially over and over in comic form. such a far cry from my usual human style #but like all things I gradually became more and more comfortable drawing him. I'm very happy about that! :)#I have a dumb idea/headcanon concerning the nerds' first copulation attempt~.#if I decide to include it here I will definitely try to age restrict it even though it won't necessarily be graphic.#don't wanna get in trouble lol #I have more trouble drawing spicy scenes than I do with shinigami subjects XD #tw: food issues #they both eat the sketchy 'apple' to prove they're not cowards... despite it not being the smartest idea in the world. >_>

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 7 days

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“Is this the part where you interrogate me again?” he asks you. There’s amusement in his tone, yet his posture tells you he’s willing to comply. You nod, and he clicks his nonexistent tongue. “Boo~ And here I thought you missed me~”

You fight the corners of your mouth from rising as you give a roll of your eyes. “Standard procedure,” you tell him, plucking your handy notepad and pen from your coat pocket. “Just like last time.”

“Is it not procedure to do this at the station?”

“That is the usual place, yes,” you say, giving your pen life as you swirl circles in the corner of the page to get ink flowing, “for officers to maintain control and ensure the safety of others.” You lift your eyes to him. “As someone who is qualified to do both, I trust you’ll keep yourself composed?”

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illustrations for chapter 4 below cut (tw for the first one, "blood")

#dca!serial killer au #serial killer duo #serial killer moon #serial killer sun #sk boys #sk sun #sk moon #for the children #ao3 #dca au stories #fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #tw corpse #brotherly teasing #brotherly bonds #fnaf dca fic #detective y/n #more content warnings in chapter itself

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bossbambino · 16 days

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#phat kitty #eat my pussy #phat cat #perfect butt #juicy fat ass #big juicy ass #big boody #big white ass #big juicy butt #big aas #bigger is better #sexyfemale #sexy tease #sexygilrs #twerkthatass #ebony twerk #twerktwerk #tw

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thebramblewood · 24 days

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It takes the patience of a saint (or a fool) to put up with a century of this.

Previous / Next

Just a note to say this is not a historical story and I'm not aiming for 100% period accuracy with this or any upcoming flashbacks. Please don't call me out if you notice any anachronisms!

Bartender: Sir, that’s the finest whiskey you’ll find in this city! In times like these, you shouldn’t let a single drop go to waste!

Caleb: [hisses disapprovingly] For God’s sake, Lilith! You’re barely a block away. It’s reckless of you. People could see.

Lilith: Oh, what does it matter? I was hungry, and it’s so dreadfully dull lurking in the shadows.

Caleb: You’re already blood drunk, by the looks of it.

Lilith: [grins impishly] Don’t spoil the mood, brother. Do you want in or not? He's dregs by now, but he may have enough left for a sip or two.

Lilith: Gosh, hunting for two really wipes a girl out. When will you start finding your own meals? It’s been years, and you’re no less squeamish. I never would have turned you if I knew you were going to be such a pussy about it!

Caleb: You’re growing too coarse, Lilith. It’s unbecoming of-

Lilith: Of a lady? We are vampires! How many times must I remind you of that? The rules of polite society no longer apply.

Caleb: We should have never gone to Straud. He changed you.

Lilith: He did nothing of the sort! I’m speaking only for myself when I tell you this existence is a gift. Why eternally tether yourself to petty human concerns when you can so easily choose to rise above them? Remember, I didn’t have to give this to you. But I thought you could handle it. The old man had reservations, as you very well know, but I told him you would rise to the occasion. Don’t make me eat my words. Wouldn't it be a shame to prove that dusty old windbag right?

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #sims 4 story #simblr #story: hzid #caleb vatore #lilith vatore #finally the infamous pussy line (does anyone remember when i teased it a while back??)#btw i DID look it up to see how long it's been in usage lol #i wanted lilith to come across a bit more playful here with flashes of brutality #she was always patronizing in that know-it-all older sibling way but it didn't turn cruel until after caleb transformed #and didn't become the sort of vampire she wanted him to be #(but also she maybe secretly resents him because he reminds her of the humanity she'd rather pretend she no longer has)#blood tw #violence tw #death tw

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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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based on this post of mine bc i had thoughts // tw surgery mention, anaesthesia, hospital environment (not detailed its just there)

“And who are you?”

Steve pauses by the door, setting his jacket on the back of the chair next to Wayne. He looks over at Eddie, laying in his bed, covered in a blanket, his hair a messy halo around his head. His eyes are shining brightly, staring intently at Steve.

“He’s very high,” Wayne says to Steve, smiling softly.

“Yeah, I got that,” Steve says, watching Eddie roll slightly, groaning loudly. “Surgery went well?”

“Went fine,” Wayne says lightly, and Steve can see the relief in him as he leans back, eyes watching Eddie like he��s scared to look away.

“Eds?” Steve says, moving closer to the bed. “How was surgery?”

“Was fu-u-un…”

“Yeah? You had fun?”

Eddie hums affirmatively, and Steve crouches next to the bed, looking at him. There’s a bandage on his cheek, and the sight of it makes Steve’s chest ache, but Eddie’s eyes are shining brightly, glazed over as he blinks at Steve.

“Whoa,” he breathes dramatically, and Steve suppresses a smile.

“What?”

Eddie lifts a hand, and it lands heavily on the side of Steve’s face, making him recoil slightly even as he laughs. Eddie’s fingers press into his skin, kneading his cheek.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

Steve’s eyebrows fly up, and his face burns as he hears Wayne laugh quietly behind him.

“Am I?”

Eddie hums again, smiling brightly, deliriously, wriggling as he shakes Steve’s face.

“Pretty boy,” he mumbles. “Pretty, pretty, pretty boy.” He releases his cheek to boop his nose a little too hard. “Who are you?”

“I’m Steve.”

“Ste-e-e-eve…” Eddie blinks at him, poking his face again. “Stevie, Stevie, Stevie.”

“Hi, Eddie,” Steve says softly.

“Princess Stevie,” Eddie slurs happily.

“Princess?”

“Mm. Princess. Pretty princess.”

Wayne laughs quietly behind Steve, and Steve turns to glare at him over his shoulder. He’s rubbing his forehead and smiling amusedly, and Steve starts to open his mouth to speak, but Eddie grabs at his face again, pulling him to face him.

Eddie’s eyes are almost closed, like his eyelids are heavy, and his fingers are petting at Steve’s cheek and jaw, rubbing his stubble. (He hasn’t shaved. He’s been too stressed. He was planning on shaving tonight after getting firm confirmation that Eddie is okay, but if Eddie likes it…)

Eddie lets go of his cheek and boops his nose a little to hard. And then he does it again, and again, humming a song that Steve doesn’t recognize.

“Do you like boys?” Eddie asks abruptly, his fingertip lingering on the tip of Steve’s nose. Wayne barks out a laugh behind Steve, and Steve’s face burns, and for some reason, even though Eddie isn’t going to remember this and Wayne is right there, Steve says, “Yes, I do.”

Eddie’s face lights up, and he tries to sit up, but Steve gently keeps him down, murmuring a soft, “Stay here, Eddie.”

“You do?” Eddie asks hopefully, flopping back down and looking up at Steve, who suppresses a smile, nodding.

“Yeah.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and he turns his face into his pillow, reaching up to pull his hair across his face shyly, shifting and fidgeting and wiggling, and Steve gazes fondly, contently. He hasn’t felt this calm in a good long while.

“Can I have a kiss?” Eddie asks shyly, and Steve raises his eyebrows. “Please.”

“You’re high, Eddie.”

“I’ve been higher,” Eddie says, his voice slurring, mumbly. Steve just looks at him for a moment, watching his eyes shine. “Please? I’ll be good.”

Steve’s stomach flutters, and he exhales, hesitating before he turns to look at Wayne, who’s still watching, smiling absently with his face resting on his hand. Steve raises his eyebrows, shrugging weakly, asking silently what to do as Eddie’s hand touches his cheek again.

Wayne shrugs, his smile growing, and then he points to his forehead with another shrug, and Steve sighs.

He turns back to face Eddie, who’s gazing at him blearily, his eyes glazed over.

“I won’t kiss your mouth,” Steve starts, cracking a smile when Eddie’s lips pout, his lower lip poking out, shining. “But I’ll kiss your forehead if you want.”

Eddie beams.

“Yes, please.”

Steve smiles, licks his lips, shifting on the ground as Eddie smiles up at him.

“Don’t move,” he says firmly, and Eddie nods, his body tightening and his eyes closing. He’s still smiling.

Steve takes a moment to gaze at him. At the lines in his skin from his smile, at his dark eyelashes and chapped lips. (Which Steve will kiss when he’ll be able to remember it.)

He brushes Eddie’s bangs back carefully, and Eddie inhales, his smile growing even more somehow, and then he leans close, pressing his lips to his forehead softly, leaving a lingering kiss on his skin.

Eddie sighs, still lying stiffly, unmoving, being good like he said he would, and when Steve pulls away to look at him, his cheeks are flushed pink. A second passes before Eddie's eyes flutter open, and then he's smiling so brightly his eyes are squeezing shut, and he rolls away a little bit, letting out an excited squeal that makes Steve burst into laughter.

"Wayne," Eddie calls, rolling over and looking across the room at Wayne, who's laughing even harder than Steve, covering his face with a hand. "A pretty boy kissed me, d'ya see?"

"I saw, Eds, 'm happy for you."

Eddie giggles deliriously and rolls over again, wiggling, and Steve presses his face to the side of his bed, his face hot, because even though it was Wayne's fucking idea, he forgot Wayne was watching him press the softest kiss humanly possible to Eddie's forehead, was probably watching his gaze at him before it. But Wayne is laughing, amused, and probably relieved to be hearing Eddie giggle and squeal happily after worrying for so long.

"Alright," Steve says after taking a moment to collect himself, reaching up and pulling at Eddie's shoulder. "You're gonna pull your stitches, honey, lay still."

"Honey," Eddie repeats, his eyes shining brightly, the bandage on his cheek wrinkling as his cheeks squish up under his smile. "Honey, honey, honey, honey..."

Steve's face burns again.

"You're so sweet, Stevie," Eddie says lightly, his voice mumbly. "Sweet boy. Sweetheart. Cotton candy boy."

"Cotton candy boy," Steve repeats under his breath, and Eddie hums affirmatively.

"Cotton candy. Sweet. Hubba Bubba. Bubblegum baby."

"He's a poet," Wayne quips behind Steve, and Steve turns to glare at him, but he can't fully suppress the smile that's making his face sore. Eddie is still mumbling to himself, now reaching up to rub Steve's face again.

"Sweet like iced tea. Like a lollipop." He giggles to himself, pressing his fingers into Steve's cheek again. "Wanna lick you."

A laugh bursts out of Wayne, and Steve's face floods with heat.

"Oh my god."

Eddie giggles.

He asks to hold Steve's hand after rambling a little while longer, after comparing Steve to cake frosting and strawberries and honeysuckle blossoms, and Steve lets him take it, watches their fingers lace and twist together, and Wayne finally brings a chair over to him with Eddie doesn't want to let go. Wayne kisses Eddie's head when he says goodnight, and then he kisses the top of Steve's. It makes Steve's eyes burn and fill with tears that he refuses to let fall until after the door's shut behind Wayne.

Eddie asks if he's okay, eyes filled with concern, and his fingers tighten on Steve's. Steve wipes his face and smiles, telling him he's fine. No one's kissed me like that in a long while. Eddie sighs and relaxes, still gazing at him. Tells him Wayne does it all the time, and he'd probably do it to Steve if he wants him to.

"I can kiss you like that if you want," he offers kindly, sleepily. Steve raises his hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles.

"Tomorrow."

"Okay."

(Eddie doesn't remember anything when he wakes up the next day, but when he opens his eyes to find Steve resting his head next to him on his bed and Steve's fingers twisted around his, he certainly doesn't complain.)

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Congrats on being here writing for one year!!!

🦋Can I please request a little mini drabble for Javi G?

And since you know I love my little bad boi/soft boi - can you please make him a little naughty? He's not a big, mean man, but I think he can be spicy when he wants to be.

xoxoxo

Patti, anything for you my darling 💗

Thank you for taking my Javi G v-card ;)

Tease

A/N: spicy, spicy, spicy! 🥵🌶️

~word count: 1.3k~

Summary: being Javi Gutierrez’s personal assistant comes with many perks.

Pairing | Javi Gutierrez x f!personal assistant reader

Warnings: smut with no plot, power imbalance (boss/employee) reader is ballsy and bold, mutual pining, unprotected piv, fingering, teasing (like HELLA) seductress reader, noncon/dubcon (reader is naked in his eye-line on purpose) javi is respectful till he’s not, dom!javi, reader can understand Spanish, reader has no physical descriptions such as body type or skin color, no age gap (no mention of age) +18, minors dni!

translations:

¡Mierda! - Shit!

Querida - darling

Ten piedad de mí, joder - have mercy on me, fuck

Hermosa - gorgeous

Chica mala - bad girl

translations done by @angelofsmalldeath-codeine & @yoongi-tangerine-22

Being Javi Gutierrez’s personal assistant came with…many perks. Javi was always a generous man, and even though he was your boss, and you knew it was shameful to be attracted to him, you couldn’t help it.

But what’s a girl to do with an assumed one-sided attraction? Tease the shit out of him till he simply can’t take it anymore.

It started off innocent, light touches here and there. Fluttering of lashes, giggles, and asking him questions about himself that did not pertain to the conversation at hand.

You loved to see him stutter over his responses and rub the back of his neck, or card his fingers through his luscious, soft curls.

He never acted upon his desires and urges. He always was respectful, polite, and boy, did that often drive you up a wall.

You were desperate to know what kind of man Javi Gutierrez was in the bedroom.

You started wearing revealing clothing around him. Short skirts, low-cut tops that had your tits practically staring him in the face. Flowy sundresses that allowed for easy access to your bare cunt.

He found you purposely bent over at times, with the seam of your pussy exposed—puffy, dripping a droplet of arousal like the sweetest fruit a man could ever taste.

Tempted by the bared fruit of Eden, he was. The urge was there, but never satiated. You were his assistant, and he was your boss. It would be shameful.

The sun was hot, blistering, boiling on your skin. One of the perks of living at Javi’s coastal home, was your free access to his inground pool. As long as you did your job, you could spend your free time lounging poolside for hours.

Today you decided to spice things up a bit more than usual knowing the exact time that Javi would come down for his afternoon swim. You would be there, waiting for him.

At first, he didn’t notice your naked form sunbathing on your stomach, ankles crossed in a relaxed position on the poolside chaise lounge. His mind was elsewhere: a new screenplay idea.

He whistled, throwing his towel down on the chair beside you, stretching his arms above his head, giving you a tiny peek at the happy trail at the top of his very tight speedo.

Your sunglasses tip down over the bridge of your nose as you shamelessly drink him in. Salivating at the look of his bronzed, golden skin that you absolutely would love to sink your teeth into.

“Mr. Gutierrez, so nice of you to join me.” You giggle softly, waving your fingers in a teasing motion.

He does a double take when his eyes finally gloss over your naked body. His pupils expand, and he nearly stumbles over his two feet.

“¡Mierda!” He exclaims, covering his eyes and shaking his head. “Querida, why are you naked?!” The harmless nickname slips past his lips, his eyes going wide behind the cover of his hands when the realization hits.

“Aw, Javi! I’m your darling? Wow, you sure know how to get a gal feeling flustered!” You giggle again and slowly roll over onto your back, thighs falling open over the side of the lounge chair, just enough that he can see the outline of your cunt. “It’s far too hot to be wearing anything, Javi. My skin is absolutely boiling.” You said with a soft, airy sigh, letting your hand drift southwards to rest along your stomach. Inching—

Ten piedad de mí, joder. He thinks.

He doesn’t respond, feeling flustered as a hot flush spreads across his face. He averts from making eye contact with you and tosses his sunglasses onto his towel. You swear you hear him curse under his breath just before he dives into the refreshing pool.

Darn.

Javi finally loses his cool when the second draft of his new screenplay is rejected. He’s been so distracted with you and your antics that he hasn’t been able to focus! Well, he’s about to show you just how frustrated he truly is with you.

You don’t hear him approaching at first from where you’re bent over the sink, focused on washing the dishes and the song playing in your AirPods.

Your hips are swaying to the side, loose and flowy and from where Javi is standing in the opening of the kitchen, he’s practically burning holes into the back of your head.

Fucking tease.

He stalks forward, coming up behind you and nearly rips the earbuds from your ears, tossing them onto the countertop.

“Hey—” you start to say, losing your voice in your throat when you feel Javi’s palm slip between the apex of your thighs, fingers just barely brushing between the seam of your cunt.

“You’re a dirty fucking tease, querida.” He growls against the shell of your ear. His freehand yanks you back by your hip. He inhales your scent, familiar—his fucking cologne? “Naughty fucking tease. Are you—wearing my cologne?” He drags his fingers through your folds, gathering up your apparent arousal, sticky and wet for him. “Dripping all over the freshly washed tiles, hermosa.”

“Fuuck—” you whimper, pressing your ass directly against the growing bulge in his cotton shorts. Your head lolls to the side, falling back against his shoulder. “I’m your dirty fucking tease, Javi.” You spread your thighs further for him as he continues his ministrations, “Wearing your cologne, sir. Stole it from your room because I’m a bad, bad, girl. I wanted you to smell yourself on me.”

He nips at your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking harshly on your pulse point as he eases two fingers inside of your sopping cunt, knuckle deep. “Fucking always wearing short skirts around me. Those goddamn sundresses. Lost my mind when you were sunbathing naked, cunt on full display without a care in the world. You’ve made it so, so hard for me to keep my hands to myself, querida.”

“Javiii!” You whine, “please don’t keep your hands to yourself, baby. Please. Have your way with me, sir. I’m all yours.” You don’t give a flying fuck how desperate you sound for this man, you’ve been pining after him for far too long to care.

“Yeah? You think I should, hermosa? Think I should give you my cock? That’s what you want, right? You want my cock? I don’t think you deserve it, querida. Not after you’ve driven me up a fucking wall. Naughty little teases don’t get rewarded.”

He begins to shallowly pump his fingers, knuckle deep, curling them inwards. You can feel the bite of the cooling touch of his expensive rings against your hot skin. “Please, Javi! Give me anything—I’ll take whatever you give me! Your cock, your fingers!” You cry out.

“Yeah? You’re that fucking desperate for me, querida? You want my cock that fucking bad? Look at you, dripping all over my fingers…” he hums, pressing the hardening length of his cock against your ass. “You want me to fuck you so bad, little tease? Take my cock out then, hermosa. Fuck yourself on it.”

You waste no time to reach behind and blindly search for the waistband of his shorts. You let out a frustrating whine when he pulls himself back slightly just so you have to work for it a little harder. He hisses between his teeth, working his fingers inside of you faster when you finally pull his cock free through the opening of his shorts.

He’s heavy in your palm, tip weeping an angry bead of precum when you pull him back in just as he slips his fingers out. You're both a mess of breathy moans when you ease him into your wet heat, tight pussy hugging him like a fist as he bottoms out.

He’s thick, girthy, and it’s overwhelming to have all of him stuffed inside of you. It’s a delicious sensation: being stretched open by Javi’s cock.

“You’re enjoying this too fucking much, hermosa.” He keeps a firm grip on your hip, his other snakes around you, dipping between your thighs so he can thrum your sensitive clit. “Fuck yourself on it, chica mala.”

And so you do.

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