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steve and robin having a crush on the same girl <3 robin convincing steve to ask her out so she can live through him and he’s more than willing to try, when they go out, he picks the girl up and then drops robin off, letting them talk before going on a date, giving robin a wink before he pulls out of her driveway, and the next morning at work, steve gives robin every detail of the date, answers all her questions, and tells her about how the girl said that robin was “really funny” and how they should all hang out together sometime, which almost made robin’s heart explode

Smut Masterpost

Smutty One-Liners Part I

Smutty One-Liners Part II

Smutty One-Liners Part III

Smutty One-Liners Part IV

Smutty One-Liners Part V

Sixteen Sinful Sentences

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Steve Harrington x Reader

description: Steve is different than how he used to be.

word count: 1.3k

warning: former arrogant Steve, fluff

masterlist | oneshots

Steve Harrington, the popular junior jock that everyone loved. When you first moved to Hawkins, you heard the rumors of Steve. He was the popular jock on the basketball and swim teams. He did all he could to show his stature and high-society persona that charmed everyone but you. You wouldn’t feed into his ego like his friends and his girlfriend. Although, you had a couple of classes with Nancy and she was nothing like Steve or their annoying friends. She was nice, caring, and sweet to everyone. Sometimes she had an attitude, but overall she was a great girl. 

Steve noticed that you sat near the back of the cafeteria and tried to reign you into their group like the other kids that didn’t really talk to the popular kids. You ignored all his advances and made an effort to walk away from him each time. It wasn’t a rude manner, you just couldn’t care less to be friends with those kinds of people.

“Hey Y/N, right?” Steve sat across from you in the school’s library. You looked up confused as to why he was sitting with you or even talking to you. 

“Yeah… what do you need?” You asked kind of quickly. You didn’t trust his friends to be around the corner to do or say something to you.

“Can I sit here? There are not many tables that are free.” He asked while setting his books down, which indicated that no matter your answer, he wasn’t getting up. 

“Sure, I guess.” You grinned, looking down back at your essay for English class. It was quiet for a while before he spoke up again. You mentally rolled your eyes thinking he was going to be working. 

“What are you working on?” Steve looked at your paper.

“Essay for English.” You commented plainly.

“What is it about?” He kept trying to get a conversation out of you.

“William Shakespeare. Can I get back to this or do you want to pussyfoot around?” You sighed, curtly telling him to shut his mouth. Steve didn’t comment or talk after that, rather he actually went back to the work that lay before him. You thought about your comment and contemplated on whether you should apologize for being so harsh, but decided against it. You finished not too long after and exchanged pleasant goodbyes before leaving the library. This was the Steve you knew all of high school and no one could tell you he changed or became a different man. Steve Harrington was the high-ego jock that strutted around in his daddy’s new car. 

Years have gone by, you’ve been away from home going to college, but now that it’s summer break you came back home and found a job at the local Family Video store. You walked in and talked to the nice girl at the counter, she gave you an application, and to talk to Keith when he got back. You got the job right away being a movie buff yourself, but immediately regretted it when you saw the employee shift chart in the back. Steve Harrington’s name was written on the board. You wanted to practically die knowing that you didn’t want to see or talk to him. But of course, during your second week working, he was the only person working when you were. Thank God he wasn’t the one training you though.

Robin and you have become fast friends which is weird because she said she was also friends with Steve. 

“How can you be friends with a guy like Steve “the hair” Harrington and be this cool? Do you bring happiness in his life or something?” You chuckled with her, stocking the candy jars.

“I didn’t care for him at first, but he’s not that bad. Trust me, he’s changed from when he was in high school.” Robin nudged you gently. You didn’t want to believe it and told yourself for a while that you wouldn’t.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, but being that fact that I’m blind,” You put your sunglasses on. “I guess I’ll be waiting.” She chuckled at your playful antics.

“Get back to work before Keith finds us messing around.” She chuckled going to check out a few customers.

Your second week came, and you had your shifts with Steve. Robin volunteered to switch with another one of your co-workers just so that you wouldn’t be alone. You thanked her immensely and made a mental note to bake her cookies as a thank you.

“Robin, come on. I don’t want to be late clocking in… Y/N?” Steve’s surprised voice rang through the break room.

“Morning Robin. Hi, Steve.” You smiled politely taking in the words your grandma said to you. Kill them with kindness, don’t let them know your feelings, they’ll use them against you. And so you didn’t. You kept them hidden and to yourself. You didn’t want Steve to know you had an annoyed feeling that he was going to be working with you. Robin made the time go by quicker, but his lingering cologne still followed you throughout the store.

“I thought that was you when I read your name on the chart. When did you start working here?” Steve said leaning against the counter.

“Last week. I needed a summer job, they were hiring, I got the job, and here I am.” You took a box and went to the back to work on paperwork. Steve followed you, because why not? He always was.

“Hey, I want to apologize for how I acted in high school. Truly I wanted to be friends with you. I know I acted like a know-it-all asshole, but I promise you, I thought you were kind.” Steve stopped you from walking into Keith’s office.

“You ever find it funny how people say they want to apologize and then they don’t? I understand that you feel it now, but the Steve I knew is the Steve I see in front of me. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be friends. We’re co-workers and nothing more.” You moved pasted him, sat in the office chair, and started on the pile of paperwork that was due by the end of the day. Steve stood there speechless, turning around to leave you with a shocked expression. Part of you wanted to be friends, but you entrusted too many people before, 

You were leaving for the day, hugging Robin goodbye when you saw Steve walking towards you.

“I’ve changed. I’m not the same stupid, self-ish kid I was. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to be friends. Let me show you, let me show you that I’m different. I’m not the same skirt-chaser, fuck boy I was. Please, Y/N. Let me show you. If you still don’t want to be friends after a week, I’ll leave you alone.” Steve’s eyes bore into yours in the moonlight.

“I don’t know, Steve. How do I know I can trust you? I will not be someone you can use.”

“Just the week. One week. Please, Y/N.” Steve pleaded.

“Fine, one week.” You agreed. And he lived up to his promise. Steve was fun and funny. He changed and turned kind. He was sarcastic and rolled his eyes a lot. Although he did still brag about his dates, he was more caring than you thought. 

Steve Harrington changed, but within six months you hated yourself for seeing that you had feelings for him. You tried to confide in Robin but knew better because she’d give you looks every time he was around. It wasn’t until one late night alone with Steve that he decide to make a move on you. He kissed you right in front of the romantic comedies section. You didn’t fight it, but embraced the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. So maybe it wasn’t the kind of guy he was, but your own self fighting against the feelings you had. Either way, he showed you in more ways than one.

cozy and content -prompts for your otp cuddling in bed

prompt list by @novelbear

drawing circles and patterns on their chest

humming/singing their partner to sleep

carefully trying to turn the lamp on the nightstand off without letting go of their partner in their arms

"what's wrong?" "your feet are cold!"

playing with their hair

laying their head on their lover's shoulder, one arm lazily wrapped around their torso and a leg over theirs

taking innocent peeks at their partner's phone every once in a while they're scrolling

"your hair smells nice..."

smiling as they feel their partner lay a firm kiss on the top of their head

"did we fall asleep?" "i think we did.."

not being able to be calm for five minutes as tickle matches ensue

sneaking photos of each other because they're just too cute

laughing when one drops their phone on their face

"we should really get up." "we should....but we won't."

feeding them fruits/other snacks they have

absentmindedly playing with the other's fingers

melting because they just look so cute all bundled up in blankets

^ like i mean they're all curled up and look small, covered up so much that all they can see are big eyes peeking out and innocently blinking at them from the blanket. how do you want them to keep a straight face.

feeling little kisses being placed on their neck, chest, or chin from time to time.

"did you just wash these sheets?" "i did." "they smell nice. and they're still warm."

holding them as if they're protecting the other from the world as they're snuggled up at their side.

Eddie can't wink, but he doesn't know it. They're hanging out at Steve's when Steve noticed Eddie blinking and grinning at him. Steve leaned over to Dustin.

"I think Eddie's trying to talk to me using Morse code. What's he saying?" He asked.

"Umm. . .yeah. I don't think that's what it is," Dustin said.

"Then what is he doing?" Steve asked.

"I think he's winking at you, Steve," Dustin said and then muttered, "Or he's having a stroke."

Steve cleared his throat and turned to Eddie. He nodded his head towards the kitchen. Eddie got the message and followed him.

"Yeah?"

"You know you can't wink, right?"

"What? No - Goddamnit!"

jj x john b’s little sister will always have a special place in my heart. Especially when she’s been pining over him since they were kids, the built up tension, the way they act like a couple but they’re not, ugh!

no bc this is my favourite trope with jj 😭 it's just so fitting and honestly nothing hits like a good brother's best friend trope (at least for me)

You were lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you hear your front door open, followed by the clunking of heavy shoes against the hardwood floors as they walked their way through your home.

At first, you panicked. Was this it? Were you about to get murdered in the comfort of your own home, warm and cozy in your bed? But then it clicked. There was only one person you knew who had loud footsteps like that. He had messy blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a cheeky grin. He was most likely wearing one of his worn out cut-offs, and black timberland boots.

Those staple shoes of his were definitely the culprit.

Your doorknob twisted open slowly, and there JJ was. Stumbling into your room with a hazy smile on his face. He tripped over his foot upon entry, leading him to kick his boots off clumsily.

"J, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were Freddy Krueger or something, jeez."

He plopped onto your bed, using one hand to pluck your phone from your hand and toss it to the other side of your bed. He laid between your legs, resting his head against your stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach instantly. Being this close and cozy wasn't new for the two of you; you'd been touchy since you were kids. Endless piggyback rides, cuddling sessions during movie nights, playing with each other's hair, that was just the two of you in your normal state. That's what happens when you've known someone since you were in elementary school.

"Hi," he murmured, nuzzling into you as he got comfy. "You smell good."

Your brows furrowed as you held back a laugh. "Are you drunk?"

"No." A moment of silence passed, and then he spoke up again. "Maybe."

"Okay, and where's my brother?"

"Ditched me for his kook girlfriend."

You hummed in response, starting to weave your fingers through his sun-kissed locks. You heard him sigh in content, and he hooked his legs over one of yours.

"D'you wanna get high?" JJ asked, breaking the silence.

Your hand crept down to his cheek, stroking it with your thumb gently. "I think you're intoxicated enough, Maybank."

He picked his head up, his chin now resting where the left side of his face was previously smushed against. He smiled, his eyelids half closed. "You're always takin' care o'me. So sweet, like candy."

"You always need to be taken care of," you joked in response. The small huff of laughter he let out was like music to your ears. You could listen to it on repeat for the rest of your days, and it'd always be your favourite soundtrack.

His eyes seemed to glimmer as he zoned in on yours again. He released a sigh, before reaching up and cupping your cheek. "You're so beautiful."

Your heart fluttered. You were used to JJ's unrelenting flirtations, but he'd never said anything like that to you. It'd always been lookin' good, mini routledge, or we should makeout. y'know, for science.

"Don't. You're only saying that 'cause you're drunk. It's mean."

His brow arched. "Me thinking you're beautiful is mean? I don't get it."

"It's mean because it's just the alcohol talking," you explained. "You don't really mean it, J."

"I do mean it. Why do you think I'm starin' at you all the time? I have to force myself to keep my eyes off you."

He was pulling at your heartstrings, saying all the things you'd been longing to hear from his mouth for as long as you could remember. It almost felt cruel; the fact that he could say these things so casually as if the memory wouldn't be burned into your brain until the end of time.

"Go to sleep, JJ. We'll talk in the morning," you spoke, eyes darting away from his as you changed the topic.

JJ removed himself from your hold, scooting up next to you and using his index finger and thumb to guide your gaze onto him. His eyes were softened, so vulnerable as they looked at you. He wore a small pout, too, only making you want to plant a kiss on it and wash it away.

"I know 'm an idiot. But one of these days, I'm gonna get my head outta my ass and tell you that I got a major thing for you," he said. "You're gonna be my girl, princess. I'm not sure of much, but I am sure of that."

And with that, he laid his head down on the pillow next to yours, slinging an arm over your waist and cuddling into your side.

"Good night, beautiful."

concepts

relax bro ain’t no one taking it from you

Five vs One

Summary: Five times you and Rosa kissed for show, and one time it was for real.

Word Count: 2,586

Pronouns: Implied she/her/hers

Published: 12/28/2022

Author's Note: My obsession with Rosa Diaz continues

Trigger Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of drugs, general police shit

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1. Stakeout

You've been friends with Rosa for years. Ever since you transferred to the 99, she's been your partner. You work most of your cases together, you're the only member of the 99 that's actually been to her apartment, and you would say that you know her pretty well.

The silence is comfortable as you sit in the car. The two of you are on stakeout, trying to catch some poor drug dealer.

You yawn.

"You good?"

"Tired. I can't believe we have another hour of this shit."

"You want me to grab you a coffee? I'll buy."

"I won't say no to that."

Rosa comes back ten minutes later with your usual order, handing it to you as she slides into the driver's seat. "Anything new? Or is he still waiting for the buyer?"

"Still waiting, but I think he's getting suspicious. He saw me in the car, but I pulled out my phone and pretended I was calling someone, so I don't think he made me."

"Good."

You take a sip of your drink, once again lapsing into comfortable silence. The drug dealer (you can't remember his name) looks over at you again. He starts walking over to the car.

"Shit." You look at Rosa. "He made us."

"No, he didn't."

"What-?"

You haven't even finished getting the word out when Rosa pulls you forward into a kiss.

"Go with it," She says against you, but you decided to do that the moment it happened.

"Yep, doing that." You break away from her, face flushed, and look over at the dealer. "He went back."

"Good."

You both sit back into your respective seats. You're freaking out, but you're trying not to show it.

"Sorry. It was the only thing I could think of."

"It's fine."

2. Operation: Broken Feather

"Commence Operation: Broken Feather."

And with those words, everyone's off to their varying positions. And yet, nothing works. Charles spills his coffee, but the Vulture just wipes it off. Rosa flirts with him (you see red), but he moves on. For once, he's not interested.

"I can't believe I'm gonna do this." You march over to Rosa, determined and praying that Jake can get the confession soon. "No time to explain, come on."

You take Rosa through a back way. You stop where you know the Vulture will come out of the stairwell he took to get from the bathroom to the squad's floor. "Trust me?"

"Yeah."

You grab Rosa, pulling her into a kiss just as the Vulture comes out of the door.

"Woah!"

He stops for a few moments, staring, then you hear his footsteps recede.

"Damnit!" You say, pulling away once you're sure he's gone. "I really thought that was going to work."

"Uh...Yeah."

"Sorry. Only thing I could think of to stop him."

"It's fine."

3. Tactical Village

"How come you're so mad at Boyle?" You ask, creeping down the hallway. Charles is a few feet ahead of you, but you're careful. Quiet.

"He didn't invite me to his wedding."

"You can be my plus one."

"If he didn't invite me, that means he doesn't want me there."

"I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. Just talk to him."

Rosa wrinkles her nose.

"Yeah, I know, feelings are for losers. But give it a try, okay?"

"Fine."

You hear something up ahead. Charles ducks through a side door, but there's nowhere for you and Rosa to hide.

"I have no clue if this is going to work," Rosa says, "but I need you to trust me."

"You know I do."

"I'm going to kiss you. When the perps come through, shoot them."

"Got it. You know we're being watched, right?"

"Yeah."

She presses her lips against yours, and you melt into the kiss like you always do.

Part of you wishes that you could do this more often, but you know that's not possible.

You hear footsteps, drawing closer.

"Woah. Uh, sorry."

You pull away, gun already in hand. You shoot one guy, and Rosa shoots the other. Green paint splatters across their chests.

"Don't be." You say. "It was just a distraction."

4. The Wedding

"We have a problem," Amy says.

"What's wrong?" You ask, pausing in your frosting of Rosa's wedding cake.

"Rosa's drunk."

"How?"

"Bellinis."

"I got it." You set your frosting bag down, wipe your hands on your apron, and set off for the small room Rosa's hunkered in.

"(Y/N)!" She slurs. "I'm getting married."

"Yes, you are. Which you need to be sober for. Come on, let's get you some water."

"No." She drags out the word, but you stand your ground.

"Rosa, you need to be sober to get married."

"Do I?"

"Yes." You sit down across from her at the table.

"You should have a drink."

"Absolutely not."

"You're so wound up! Why are you so stressed?"

"Because your wedding is today, Rosa, and you're currently drunk off of champagne, of all things. I mean, really, it's half bubbles."

"Yeah, but you shouldn't be stressed. This isn't your wedding."

"No, it's not. Which is why I'm going to drink my way through the ceremony and reception, but not while I am trying to make you a wedding cake."

"Huh?"

"I'm trying to make your wedding cake, Rosa."

"No, the other part."

"Ah, right. I am going to drink my way through the ceremony and reception."

"Why?"

"Because that's what you do at a wedding."

"No." Rosa gasps dramatically. "Is it because we've kissed?"

"What? No!"

"It is." Her eyes go wide. "Do you like me?"

"No, Rosa, I don't."

You hate lying to her.

She surges forward, kissing you hard.

"What about now?" She asks when she pulls back.

"Now...I need a bellini."

5. Nutriboom

"Why does this always happen?" You duck behind a door, praying the person goes away. "Seriously, every time!"

"It's comical." Rosa agrees, but she kisses you anyway.

+1. Show Me Going

“(Y/L/N), can I speak with you in my office?”

You jump. “Sorry. Startled me. Yeah, sure.” You stand and follow Holt into his office. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to ask how you’re doing. I know that you and Rosa are close, so you’re more likely to be particularly affected, what with her current involvement in the Brooklyn Heights shooting."

“Captain, I’ve been in love with Rosa Diaz for the last four years.” Your voice shakes a little, but you smile. “If I couldn’t take a little danger, I’d have broken a long time ago.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I’m okay. Honestly, I’m more worried about the rest of the squad.” You look back and see Charles and Jake talking, while Terry gets his blood pressure checked. “Seriously, Boyle’s got that vein popping out in his forehead. You know the one, when he gets stressed?” Holt’s phone rings. “I’ll let you get that.”

You leave just in time to see Charles stand. “Shots fired. Shots fired!”

“What?” Jake exclaims.

“Is anybody hurt?” Terry asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, man.”

“And, you’re BP’s at 290. Oh, 350. You broke the machine.” The guy next to Terry's desk says.

“Alright, screw this.” Jake stands and storms into Holt’s office. “There were shots fired.”

“I just got off the phone. There are two officers down.”

You run to the nearest trashcan, convinced you’re going to puke, but then you hear, “Neither one of them is Diaz,” and suddenly, you’re fine.

Holt shuts his door. You don't hear the rest of his conversation, instead sitting down at your desk. It's right across from Rosa's, a fact that you desperately try to ignore. You're trembling, but otherwise normal, so you take a breath and try to focus on paperwork. You put your headphones on, despite the ban against them, and blare your music as loud as you can in an attempt to drown out your thoughts.

A few songs later, someone taps you on the shoulder. You practically jump out of your skin, but when you turn around, you see Jake. “God, dude, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“I got pizza. Come grab a slice.”

You shake your head. “Not really hungry.”

“Come on, eat. You haven’t had anything all day.”

“Fine.”

You stand up and grab a slice.

“Peralta, why are you back so soon?” Holt asks.

“Because I wanted to do something.” Jake turns back. “Hey, guys. How’re you holding up?"

“I mean, not great, but I know you really don’t want to talk about it,” Charles says.

“No. We should talk about it. I’m really scared for Rosa.”

“Yeah.” You say quietly. “I’m terrified that she’s gonna die and I’ll never actually have told her the truth.”

“Me, too.” Terry says. “I mean, the her dying part. It keeps making me think about my kids. How do I deal with the fact that every day I leave for work, I might not come home?”

“Man, I don’t even know, Terry. I don’t have kids yet, but I know you love them. And I feel like that’s all you can really do, right? I mean, now that I'm getting married, I keep thinking if something happens to me, it'll actually affect someone else.”

“I'd get over it eventually, after a lot of therapy.”

“I was more talking about Amy, but yes, you too, Charles.”

You all sigh.

“Hey, look at that. 130 over 80.” The guy next to Terry says. “Back to normal. I can get out of your hair now.”

“Nice. Told you, Andrew. Terry’s in tiptop. Thanks, Jake.”

“Yeah.” You say, nodding.

Jake turns to talk to Holt, and Charles’s phone goes off. “Guys!” He says. “Guys, guys, guys. They just took both shooters into custody. Officers got injured in the action. They don’t say how many.”

“Call Diaz. Get her cell.” Terry says.

Jake grabs his phone. “Damn it. It’s still just going to voicemail.”

“Let me try.”

Straight to voicemail.

“Her phone’s gotta be off, but I’ll try again.” You say. “She’s always picked up when I’ve called.”

“Adorable.” You glare at Jake. “Right, not the time. Just…glad that whole thing’s over.”

“For now.” You mutter.

Fifty minutes (or a lifetime, you aren't completely sure) later, Holt comes out of his office. He’d spent ages on the phone, trying to get in contact with someone who could give him the names of the injured officers.

“Okay.” He says. “I don’t have the names of the injured officers,” You swear internally, “but if Diaz is unharmed, she should be contacting us shortly. Or, if her phone is dead, perhaps she’ll be walking out of the elevator at any moment.”

Just then, the elevator dings. Your head snaps towards the doors.

They open…revealing Scully.

“Come on, Scully!”

“You can’t be doing stuff like that, man!”

“Fuck you!”

“I was just making a copy downstairs.”

“Yeah, well, next time, think.” Jake says.

“About what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Okay, Jake. Come on, man. Go easy on him.”

“Diaz!” Holt says, surprised.

“Rosa!” You and Jake say at the same time.

“You’re okay! Where’d you come from?” Jake asks.

“Felt like walking, so I took the stairs. Also, I thought it’d be funny to mess with you guys.”

“Rosa, you know I hate pranks.”

“You love pranks.”

“I do. I really do.” Jake hugs her tightly. “You did it so good.

“Were you guys worried about me or something?”

“No.” He says.

“I plead the fifth.” You put in, holding yourself back from running to her.

“So, what happened? Did they shoot at you?” Terry says. “Were you in the thick of it?”

“It’s been a really tough day. I just want to go get a beer. I don’t feel like getting into it.”

“Are you sure? Because the journey I went on today taught me that sometimes it’s best to talk about things-”

“Jake.”

“Right. It was a stupid idea. And Holt told me to do it, so. Let’s just go get a drink and sit in total silence.”

“Perfect. First, I gotta go to the can.”

“Actually, you might want to go check out the ladies’ room up here.” You turn at the sound of Gina’s voice. “Hey, Rosa, it’s me, Gina Linetti. Welcome back. Me and Amy made a little surprise for you, and I think you’re gonna like it very, very much. Come on, girl.”

You follow Gina and Rosa into the bathroom. You feel like if you don’t have your eyes on Rosa, she’ll disappear.

Also, you want to see how the bathroom turned out.

“Ta-da!” Gina says.

“You made it sound like you fixed the toilet.” Rosa says dryly.

“Yeah, I thought maybe Amy would’ve pulled something together in the two minutes I stepped outside.”

“Hey, Gina! Look what I stole from the Barnes and…Oh, my God, Rosa! I’m so happy to see you!” Amy runs forward, dropping the toilet seat she’s holding to hug Rosa.

“Wait, are you covered in toilet water?”

“Yes, big-time. But this is happening.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

“Kinda feel like I’m lurking.”

“Gina, get in here.”

“Yay!”

You hesitate.

“(Y/N), you too.”

You grin, rushing forward to hug the three of them.

“Do you mind if I come to Shaw’s?” You ask, once you're out of the bathroom and Amy and Gina are gone.

“Whole squad’s going. Let me go to bathroom, and I’ll drive you.” Rosa offers.

“You don’t have to-”

“You walk to work.”

“Fine.” You smile slightly, and go upstairs to grab your stuff from your desk. You meet her in front of the bathrooms, and follow her out to the parking structure. When you’re sure that you’re alone, you look at the ground. “You know, if you’d died, I’d have been so pissed.”

“Really?”

“I would’ve brought you back so I could kill you again.”

“Didn’t think you cared that much.”

“Of course, I care that much. You’re my partner. Half my cases, I work with you. Can’t have you dying on me, can I?”

Rosa doesn’t say anything.

“Seriously, though, you scared the shit out of me. Didn’t want to say anything in the precinct, I know you don’t like the mushy stuff.”

“Thanks.”

You stop in front of her bike.

“Do you really care that much?” She asks, giving you pause.

“What do you mean? Of course, I care. I don’t know if anyone told you, but I was close to a nervous collapse today.”

“Why?”

You stare at her, bewildered. “Why do you think?”

“We’re friends, but-”

“Rosa, I’ve…” You close your eyes. “Never mind. Let’s just go to Shaw’s, okay?”

“No. What were you going to say?”

“It’s nothing.”

Her voice drops. “It’s not nothing.”

“Rosa, trust me, it doesn’t matter.”

“No, it does matter. If you have something to say-”

“I told you it’s nothing!”

There’s a brief pause. You could cut the tension with whatever knife Rosa probably has in her pocket.

And then she lurches forward, and you don’t have time to say anything before she kisses you, hard.

You freeze, for a split second, and it’s enough that Rosa pulls back. You don’t let her go far, though, dragging her back to you. Butterflies erupt in your stomach.

She bites your lower lip, and you gasp.

“You know,” you say, between kisses, “I’ve been waiting four years for this. I mean...Except for all the fake ones.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Just…didn’t think it would happen."

“I’m glad I made the first move then.”

“Me, too."

You never do make it to Shaw’s.

gestures that gets me on my knees.

(feel free to use<3 the kisses ones are.. im- i-... yall better tag when u write these or else check under ur bed before sleep! :) )

lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them

heavily breathing after a kiss (damn ittitit)

gulping when they get a little too close

and not knowing how to talk or exist after they finish kissing you like they've been needing that kiss for a lifetime!!!

loosing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye

pulling them by their belt to kiss them>>

lazy kisses in the morning, that starts with a grunt as they pull you closer to them as you try to get up and lazily placing kisses all over face and ends with a hoarse whisper from them asking you to stay. fucjfuck

their mouth at your ear, whispering!!!

"give me a chance. to prove what i can make you feel." (ohmykgodks)

when they kiss you, hard, gripping, shaking breaths, fists in each other's clothes, against a wall, but they stop. and smirk, "you want that, love? i want cuddles though." and their grin is too wide, stupid and cocky and beautiful.

you're holding on by a thread and they sort of grin against your lips, mumbling, "just lose control, love."

that glance at your body with their eyes subtly widening, almost gulping as they take in your attire. fuck.

the lips are hot, soft, settling, nibbling and gasping, pulling onto each other for more and when you stop, they have their eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled, and they look like the prettiest mess ever.

holding your hands above your head as they kiss you

Hot Tub

jj maybank x reader

Requested: You can read the request here.

wc: 888

warnings: SMUT

There was a feeling of guilt that settled at the pit of your stomach. You didn't mean for this to happen. It all went too far.

It all started when that blonde boy looked into your eyes and smiled. Damn him and his charm.

You and JJ had been sneaking around behind John Bs back for a while now. As much as you hate to admit it, you felt bad and guilty about it. Not guilty enough to stop however.

The château air was humid as you laid with your brothers best friend. JJ was tracing patterns on your thigh.

"JJ we should get up I have laundry to do."

"No wait stay please." JJ whined.

He shifted to being on top of you.

"I'll make it worth your while." JJ smirked.

He was ghosting over your lips when he leaned in and slotted your lips together. The kiss was delicate as you explored each other's mouths.

JJ moved down to your neck and started sucking.

"JJ Please." You stuttered.

"Come on baby let me mark you up."

JJ continued his sucking until there was a deep purple hickey left on your skin.

Pleased with himself, JJ went back to your lips dropping a languid kiss to your lips.

"Fuck I have to go to work." JJ exclaimed as he pulled out his phone and checked the time.

"Bye baby." JJ spoke as you got up from the bed to give him a hug.

After saying bye to your boyfriend you went out into the kitchen. Looking in the fridge you didn't see much food. You decided you were gonna go grocery shopping.

——

When you came back from the store John B was at the house back from whatever it was he was doing.

You walked by your brother when he suddenly stood up and inspected you.

"Woah there girly. What's that on your neck?"

Turing red from embarrassment, you tried to cover it. "Oh it's nothing don't worry about it."

John B who has seen in clearly already asked, "Who gave you that?"

"Um just some touron." You spoke.

"Right well cover up will you." John B stated.

"mhm whatever." You spoke as you brushed passed him.

———-

The next night you and JJ decided to go hot tubbing.

You entered the outside area of the château in your red bikini. There was lights wrapped around the trees and the hot tub was ready, waiting patiently for you to enter.

JJ descended the porch stairs holding a beer. 

"Hop in princess." JJ commanded.

You sighed as the warm water engulfed your legs and you slowly sunk in.

JJ was quick to follow, entering the water and cracking open his beer.

JJ was already flustered. Seeing you in that bikini had his swim shorts tightening around his crotch.

"Come here." JJ beckoned you.

You swam over to him smirking.

"I know that look." You spoke. He had hunger in his eyes.

"What look there's no look." JJ protested.

Once you were close enough JJ took ahold of your waist and gave you one of his signature smiles.

JJ went to cup your cheek and drew you in for a hungry kiss. He was eager. It got more heated as it progressed, your lips locking together and devouring each other.

You felt your heart pumping and JJ felt his blood rush through his veins.

He started trailing kisses down your neck and dropping at the base to suck harshly at your pulse point.

He sucked, bit and licked up your neck producing dark purple marks.

JJ then proceeded to move to your tits. He kissed on the spot where your boob hung out of the bikini top.

"I'm in heaven." JJ whispered into your skin.

You laughed and then let out a moan as he moved to your other breast and sucked a spot showing teeth he nibbled on the area. He then soothed it with his tongue.

"JJ." You panted, "John B is just inside."

He lifted his head up and mumbled, "Don't care."

He continued leave dark marks on your boobs.

He then pushed your bikini to the side and sucked on your nipple.

With his left hand he used it to squeeze the other boob his mouth wasn't on.

He then grabbed your bikini top and lifted it off you. Then went back to sucking your nipple on the other boob as he had more access.

You let out a moan and JJ was feral.

"I need you now." JJ rasped.

"Please." You whimpered.

JJ was quick to take off his swim trunks and pushed down your bottoms. You positioned yourself over his length and sat down on his cock.

JJ let out an animalistic groan as you moaned out in pleasure. You started to move your hips and bounce on him. JJ's hands were already guiding your movements.

"Don't stop!" JJ exclaimed.

"mmm I won't." You called.

JJ felt euphoric as he trusted up into you. The hot water doing its job in assisting his movements.

"JJ! I'm close." You whined.

He took a hand and started rubbing your clit in an attempt to make you cum first.

John B walked out from the château and was scarred.

"What the fuck!"

"You guys!" John B yellled as he covered his eyes.

"JJ i'm gonna kill you."