#Brooklyn 99 fanfic

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Not really a request, at least not a super detailed one but, anything with Rosa Diaz x autistic reader would be amazing!!

Maybe R drops off some lunch or something for rosa and meets the rest of the squad or smth?

In general i am in love with your autistic!reader fics. Im currently in the process of being diagnosed with autism, and its just really rather comforting to see myself in a reader insert

-Ara

Hey, Ara! 🥰 So glad you enjoy the autistic!reader fics! They are some of my favorites to write. I was just diagnosed about a year ago, so it's still new-ish for me, but I also find a lot of comfort in the autistic reader inserts. Hope this is what you're looking for, and best of luck with your diagnosis process! Feel free to reach out if you need a fellow autistic pal to talk through stuff with! 💕 –illdowhatiwantthanks

A Little Lunch

Rosa Diaz x autistic!fem!reader Warnings: explicit language, overstimulation (the autism kind), established relationship (let me know if I missed anything!) Word count: 1.4k

Summary: People aren't your forte, but you told your girlfriend you'd have lunch with her at the precinct, and so you will. And it goes... surprisingly better than expected.

You took a few deep breaths outside the precinct door, sandwiches from Rosa’s favorite shop in hand. You’d never visited her at work before, never met her coworkers. People weren’t your strong suit. But Rosa had asked you. She didn’t ask you for much. She liked to keep her work life separate from her personal life, for the most part. And the fact that she wanted you to meet her squad? Well, you couldn’t let her down. You wouldn’t.

The overhead lights were bright, and the general office noise was overwhelming when you stepped inside. You lurked in a corner, trying to acclimate yourself, trying to survey the room and find Rosa and calm yourself down so you could have a nice, normal lunch with your girlfriend.

You jumped a bit as a woman in a rolling chair slid in front of you, hands pressed together over her waist.

“Is that my Panera?” she said, staring at the bag in your hands.

“Uh… no.”

The woman stared at you for a moment, and you shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze and felt the need to provide a reason for your presence.

“I’m, uh… I’m here to see Rosa. Diaz. She's a detective. Do you know where she is?”

The woman’s face lit up. “Ohhhh… interesting. Did she order Panera, too? Great minds.” She held out your hand for you to shake, so you did. “Gina Linetti,” she told you. “Dancer, secretary, genius.”

“Gina, stop tormenting my girlfriend!”

You’d know that voice anywhere. You visibly relaxed as Rosa walked into the squad room, placing a strong, protective hand at the small of your back.

Gina held up her hands, as if in defense. “Sorry, Rosa. I thought she was Panera.”

“She’s not Panera,” Rosa growled. “She’s my girlfriend, and we’re eating lunch, and you’re leaving us alone.”

Rosa took your hand and led you through the precinct, into a break room scattered with tables where, alone and away from prying eyes, she planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

You nodded and held up the bag of food. Rosa gestured toward the table and went to grab napkins and, for neither the first nor the last time, you were grateful that you often didn’t need words with Rosa. You were comfortable in one another’s silence and, for you, this was life-changing. Your words were one of the first things to go when you got overstimulated, but Rosa never seemed to mind. For this, and for many other reasons, you loved her.

But you’d barely started on your lunch before people started trickling into the break room: Jake, Amy, Charles. All ostensibly eating lunch, too, even if they’d already taken lunch, even if all they had was a bag of chips from the vending machine, as Jake did.

“So, Y/N,” Amy started. “How did you and Rosa meet?”

Rosa jumped in before you forced yourself to say anything. “Hey,” she spat at the group crowding the table next to yours. “When I told Y/N she could meet me for lunch, I meant me. Not me and half the squad. Scram, losers.”

You gave a little half wave as they slunk out of the room, smiling a little as Charles mouthed off to you behind Rosa’s back: “We’ll catch up later!”

“Sorry,” Rosa said a few minutes later. “I know they can be a bit much.”

You shook your head and squeezed her hand, able to find your voice again. “It’s okay. They seem nice.”

“If by nice, you mean fucking crazy, then yes.”

A knock on the doorframe. At first, Rosa seemed annoyed by the interruption, but when she saw that it was Captain Holt she looked almost… proud?

“Captain,” she said, rising from her seat and nodding at him. She gestured toward you. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, Captain Holt.”

You moved to stand and shake his hand, but Holt stopped you. “Oh, no, please.” He sat down next to you, and Rosa seemed comfortable with him, so you decided that Captain Holt was someone you would like. “It’s lovely to meet you,” he said.

“You too,” you replied, trying not to let your voice shake too much. You tried to think of something to say, tried to think of a topic of conversation, but you were floundering. Your voice was hard for you on a regular day, even sometimes with people you loved, like Rosa. You just couldn’t manage to force anything out. You felt your cheeks growing red. You hoped you weren’t embarrassing Rosa.

You couldn’t have said all this to Rosa even if you’d wanted to, but Rosa always seemed to get it anyway.

“Y/N, Captain Holt and his husband are going to the symphony tonight. I told him that was one of your favorites, too.”

You lit up. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Rosa, you thought. You loved the symphony. She was right; it was one of your favorites. Despite Rosa’s general indifference toward classical music, she’d gotten you both season passes for your birthday. She didn’t love the music, but she loved the way your eyes shone when you listened, the way you perched on the edge of your seat like a child. She loved that when she held your hand during the performances, she could tell when you were particularly moved because you’d get goosebumps and the hair on your skin would stand up.

“Oh, it’s John William Weischselbraun tonight, right? Bach’s Oboe Sonata? That should be excellent!”

Holt looked about as excited as Rosa had ever seen him.

“You’re a fan of the oboe, are you?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, yes, sir.” You nodded enthusiastically. “I played oboe in my high school orchestra. It’s a severely underrated instrument.”

Rosa beamed at you as Holt reached out to shake your hand. “Diaz....” he said, shaking a finger at her. “She’s a keeper.”

“Yes, sir,” Rosa nodded.

He stared at her reproachfully. “I hope you take this fine lady to the symphony and not just to your rock concerts.”

“She does, sir,” you assured him. “We even have season passes.” And then you had what you thought was maybe one of your more brilliant ideas. “Maybe we could all go together, sometime? Me and Rosa and you and your husband?”

Rosa and Captain Holt stared at each other for a moment, and you were afraid you’d misread the situation terribly. You’d always thought that Rosa liked Captain Holt, at least from the way she talked about him. You thought they were friendly with one another. Maybe you’d been wrong.

You tried to backtrack. “Or maybe not,” you blurted. “Just a thought.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how quickly both Rosa and Captain Holt jumped to reassure you. So quickly that their voices overlapped.

“That’d be great, babe.”

“Now, doesn’t that sound nice?”

Gina rolled in front of the door to the break room. “Captain, you have a phone call,” she yelled out as her chair rolled by.

“Excuse me,” Holt said, standing. He stood, pressed his hand over yours and said, “Truly nice to meet you, Y/N. I look forward to our mutual date.”

When he’d gone, Rosa stared at you. She was smiling. Really smiling.

“What?” you asked, your face reddening.

She leaned forward and kissed you quickly, her hand gently grasping your chin.

“What was that for?”

She tucked your hair behind your ear. “You did really good today,” she whispered. “I know you were nervous. Thanks for lunch.”

You turned an even deeper shade of red. “Anytime. Or, well, sometimes.”

She smirked and kissed you one more time, pulling away quickly as Jake wolf-whistled from the doorway.

“Shut your mouth, Peralta, or I’ll shut it for you,” she growled.

It was always so funny to you to see Rosa with others. So rough, so intimidating. When she turned back to you, she was soft. She was always soft with you.

“I’ll see you tonight?” she asked, squeezing your hand.

You nodded, as you stood to leave, perching on tiptoes to kiss her on the cheek. Your voice had slipped back inside of you for the time being, so you simply squeezed her hand back and let her walk you out of the precinct.

Rosa watched you go, swinging your arms a bit as you walked down the sidewalk, and her heart ached. She loved you so much. Your quiet voice, that was always a gift to hear. Your swinging, fidgety arms. The fact that you loved her so much, so purely. She only hoped she could show you just as much love in return.

[greyyson-but-no]

softer, softest

; lmao you get shot ; typical b99 happenings ; show me going but a tad different ; she/her reader ; 16+ ;

holt's speech hadn't helped much, but jake expected there wasn't anything that could help him ease his mind at the moment. five hours ago, an announcement on the radio called about an active shooter situation, and your name, alongside a badge number, had echoed through the radio, pricking at the ears of the nine-nine's interest and instilling a deep sense of fear through all of them. all, but especially one in particular.

the squad didn't know about you and jake yet. it had only been a couple months, neither of you had been sure yet and the rest of the group knowing could only danger things worse. an agreement had been made to not tell anyone.

all it meant now, though, was that everyone was even more confused at jake's worry for you. the way his knee bounced, ends of his fingers tapping against the desk as he tried to focus on the current b&e he was working on. the crew were confused because, yeah, it made sense he was worried but they had never seen him this worried before.

jake needed to do something, and soon. more and more announcements on the radio were coming through with different codes and updates on what was happening, but none of it of any interest to them. for the first time since he bought the phone, he had it on pinging, just in case you called, or someone called on your behalf.

every phone call that came through on someone's desk had everyone sitting up to see who it was. even holt had turned off his new york philharmonic orchestra recording that he always had playing, in order to focus on the radio and any call that came through for him.

terry came through the elevator, holding a pile of pizzas in one hand, and charles followed behind, holding enough cups of coffee for everyone. "listen guys, i know none of us are going to leave this place until we hear back from y/n, so charles and i went and got pizza and coffee for the squad. eat up."

the two went around putting the food and drinks around the desk, but along the way, terry noticed jake just staring at his desk, pupils glazed over. he took a pizza and coffee over to him, sitting down at the chair beside his desk.

"y'alright jake?" he spoke, pushing the coffee towards the cop.

jake just hummed, shaking his head out of his funk and picking up the pen again to continue writing. terry was too fast, though, plucking the pen from his hands and continuing to push the coffee further towards him.

"drink it, jake, and eat the pizza, it's nearly 8pm and i haven't seen you eat since your breakfast." he pushed.

he shook his head. "m'fine."

terry almost laughed, raising an eyebrow at him. "yeah, clearly. listen, i know you're worried about her, we all are, but there's nothing we can do. she's strong, she can handle herself. you have to trust the people there and you have to trust her."

"i appreciate the sentiment, sarge, but you don't understand." he spoke, shaking his head and finally accepting the coffee, taking a sip of it as terry furrowed his eyebrows at jake.

"what do you mean?"

jake looked up and around at the precinct. rosa and amy were stood around charles' desk, trying to cheer each other up while talking about a weird case form a couple weeks ago. hitchcock and scully were, as usual, oblivious to the whole situation, and gina was chatting with holt in his office. they all had such a good relationship, they were a family.

but it was clearly still missing you, jake knew that. he thought to himself for a bit, then turned back to the sergeant, shrugging at him and not knowing how to traverse the conversation. "how would you feel if sharon was a cop and she got in an active shooter situation like this?"

"i'd storm into the place and make sure she was safe." he hadn't yet caught on, but the cogs were certainly turning.

"and holt has told me to do the exact opposite. can you see why i'm so antsy now?" jake had reached a stage of worry so new he had just sort of, shut down. his voice was low, calm, and he shrugged as he spoke.

terry shook his head. "but you and y/n, aren't-" he paused. "are you?"

that same second, holt came storming out of his office, on the phone with someone. it caught everyone's attention, and diverted jake and terry away from the conversation they were having. the phone call seemed urgent, and the way holt had come out of his room told everyone they could assuming it was about the shoot situation, and probably even more so about you.

he put down the phone in his pocket. "y/n has ben shot. they don't think it's fatal but she's on the way to the hospital now, i think we should all go."

jake was the first one to stand up and grab his coat, opting for the stairs over the elevator.

you laid peacefully in the hospital bed, shoulder wrapped up from where the bullet had hit you. it was weird. jake thought it was weird, he'd truly never seen you so peaceful before. even when you had stayed over at his, you'd moved around in your sleep. but it had been three days now, your body needing time to recover from the blood loss, and you hadn't moved in inch.

the doctor said you would wake up soon. the rest of the squad had been needed back at the precinct, but at the news of you and jake being an item, holt had given permission for him to stay - charles had even bought him over some case files to work on while he waited for you.

he was currently working on the same b&e he had been trying to finish the paperwork for when you first got shot. there were only a couple things to fill in to finalize the case, but he just wanted to get it done. and now knowing you were alive and would wake soon, he was able to concentrate on it more than previously.

it was as jake put the file back down on the table, after having filled in the last box, when you shuffled yourself under the hospital covers. you murmured, catching jake's attention, as he shuffled himself to sit up in his chair. oh my god, you were waking up.

"fuck-" you coughed, eyes opening to the bright lights of your hospital room. he chuckled, pulling his chair closer to the bed. "what the fuck happened?"

the grin on his face was something else, seeing you, awake and talking, he felt like his heart could burst. "hey honey."

lifting your head up a bit, you started to get a better idea of your surroundings, feeling the dull ache around your shoulder and the bandage wrapped around it. "i got shot, didn't i?"

"yes, you did." he had a soft smile on his face now, taking your hand in his as he let you wake up a bit. "you've been out three days."

your eyes widened at the news, shaking your head. "what?"

"i've never seen someone need so much sleep." he laughed, squeezing your hand.

"no, no." you stopped him, his smile dropping as you did so, letting yourself sit up slightly as you turned towards him, eyebrows furrowed as you went to speak. "jake, have you been here three days?"

the detective paused, eyes widening. he looked towards his girlfriend as he realized that he had, in fact, stayed here three days, in the same clothes, eating food from the vending machine at the end of the corridor, and sleeping on the chair he was sat in right now. he had never done that for anybody before - he never would have even thought of doing it for anyone else before.

but you had been shot. you were in an active shooter situation, already in danger, and then you had had someone shoot a bullet directly into your shoulder. you must have been so scared, no one else from the nine-nine you knew, he didn't want you to wake up by yourself, without knowing what happened or where you exactly were.

"yes?"

you sighed, a blissful smile on your lips as you resting a hand on his cheek. "oh jake, you beautiful bastard."

he laughed. "a very odd take on a very loving relationship, but okay."

"i love you." you smiled, realising that you hadn't said it before, but if there was ever a time for it more than now, you would eat your hat. it was the perfect moment. "and you don't have to say it back, i know-"

"i love you too." he grinned, bringing you forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "oh, and the whole squad know about us now."

shrugging, you let yourself fall backwards into the pillows, jake resting back into his own chair. "eh, it's fine now, i supposed. i mean, i just told you i loved you and i don't plan on going anywhere so i don't see why they can't know."

jake laughed, smiling at you with a look he'd never sent anyone else before, "yeah, me neither."

[grace-williams-xo]

I have literally hundreds of downloaded fics on my phone (all sorted into fandom, sometimes by ship and length as well) but I don’t download until after I’ve finished reading it and I really liked it SO I think it’s time I stopped gatekeeping.

Drop requests here or in my asks for any fic recs! All lengths, all genres, all ratings, lots of ships. Be as specific or vague as you want. Mostly gay but there’s some straight lmao. (Gay/straight ratio also depends on the fandom).

Fandoms:

5SOS

One Direction

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Suits

The Big Bang Theory

Hawaii Five-0

The Marvellous Mrs Maisel

Hollywood

The Politician

Fellow Travellers

White Collar

Bridgerton

[lenacosse]

False god

pairing; jake peralta x reader

word count; 2,500

cw; smut, arguing

summary; reader gets extremely insecure and jealous, instead of talking it through her and jake argue which leads to fucking.



a/n: im backkkk. so sorry for the lack of posting for the last two months, ive been so preoccupied but i hope to get properly back now. also omg try not to make a post about a ts song mission= failed. can’t resist.

‘and you can’t talk to me when i’m like this

daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you

you’re the west village

you still do it for me, babe.’

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Your relationship with Jake wasn’t perfect, although to the eye of many that wasn’t obvious. You seemed utterly head over heels, and whilst that was the truth you, like any other couple had problems. But to the extent was not normal, most couples talk it out, that’s never been your method. The problem was Jake’s friendliness, before you got together you loved that about him, it was after all how you got together. You loved how he would talk to everyone, you loved how he made people laugh, but now that you sit in a crowded restaurant gritting your teeth watching your boyfriend make the waitress laugh, he told a joke, a joke first told to you, your gaze was fixated on him, the crease by his eyes as he laughed, the nod of his head as she spoke, but worst of all the prolonged eye contact they held and how her eyes glistened as they done so.

Swiftly you finished your wine, you cleared your throat and the waitress turned to you. You nodded your head to the empty glass, right away she excused herself with the glass to get you another.

“She’s lovely,” you grinned, the sarcasm seeping through your words.

“It’s the Peralta charm, she couldn’t help laugh at my joke,” Jake teased, resuming his meal. You near scoffed at the audacity of him, deep down you knew he was being harmless- a mere joke, but you couldn’t help the insecurity inside of you get the better of your mind. You and Jake have been together for two years, the longest you’ve both been with someone, your biggest fear is that Jake will get bored of you, so interactions like this had your mind running wild- reaching to the worst possible scenarios.

For the rest of your meal you were barely listening to Jake enthuse about his week at work, he talked about his perps, his drug busts and the banter within the precinct. Instead you were in your head, imagining the end of your relationship, more specifically Jake leaving you for someone much prettier and funnier. He’s never not been loyal, he’s never given you an reason to feel this way, yet you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t turn off your self sabotaging mind and that was a slow undeniable killer.

“Are you okay?” Jake said, snapping you back to reality, concern written over his face, his eyes gentle and comforting.

“I’m fine.” You replied. “Just tired.” You couldn’t shake the coldness of your words. Jake reached over the table to grab your hand, you sighed and moved your hand away, feeling too indifferent to talk about it. You could see the disappointment building in his eyes.

“Let’s go then.” Jake said as he stood up grabbing his jacket and pushing his chair in, you paid the bill and got into his car.

A deafening silence fell over you both for the first few minutes of the car ride, you didn’t know what to say, you were worried that if you started to talk you would end up fighting. The car stopped at the red light, you found your eyes wondering over to Jake, one hand on the wheel the other tapping on the dashboard as he starred out the window, his eyebrows were knitted together in a frustrated manner and his body was tense. He glanced at you and instantly your eyes hardened.

“What did I do to upset you this much?” Jake asked, his voice firm.

“Nothing.” You mumbled looking down at your lap.

“Then why are you acting like this? I don’t understand the night started great now you’re distant. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

The emotion in his voice had you heart aching, you couldn’t understand why your mind done this to you, from a rational perspective the interaction was harmless- maybe enough for you to sulk over, but not to this extent and you knew that. You nervously picked at you nails as you replied.

“Of course I do Jake- you know I love you. But it’s just..” you sighed, “I don’t know.”

He turned to look at you now, “just what?”

“You’re too friendly! That’s the problem.”

“Too friendly? What does that even mean?!” He laughed, you looked at him and instantly filled with rage.

“Don’t be stupid Jake. Don’t do that, you were flirting with that fucking waitress.”

The light went green and Jake drove again, his eyes were focused on the road as he spoke. “Flirting? Seriously. This again.” He sighed, “I’m not flirting with anyone.”

“Oh,” you scoffed, “it’s so fucking obvious! The fuck me eyes she was sending you, you’re not blind Jake anyone could have sensed it.”

“You’re seeing things. Seriously, tell me why would I do that?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!!”

“Maybe for once it’s not me, it’s you. You are the one causing the problem here not me.”

“As I recall you were the one flirting!” You fumed.

“Flirting or simply talking? Should I just stay away from all woman from now on?”

“You’re infuriating right now. Just fucking apologise.”

“For what?!” Jake raised his voice, “I didn’t do anything. I made me waitress laugh, you’re acting as if I asked for her number.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” You muttered.

“Really? You think I’d cheat on you.” Jake said as he parked the car outside his apartment complex.

You got out of the car slamming the door after you and Jake followed behind you. “Well would you?”

He punched in the code to open the complex door, you stood with your arms crossed walking with him. “What kind of question is that? Obviously not.”

You pressed the elevator button and stood beside him, arms crossed again and your body stiff with anger. “That’s not what I picked up on looking at you and that woman.”

“Y/N. I did not flirt with her. Get that idea out of your head.” Jake groaned, clearly becoming increasingly frustrated with you.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have that idea if you weren’t so fucking friendly!” You practically shouted. Your face flushed red with embarrassment as a couple walked out of the elevator, by the looks of your face you could tell they heard everything. The man gave Jake a sympathetic look which made you roll your eyes, his girlfriend elbowed him in response to that.

Jake walked into the elevator, you followed and pressed the floor number. “I don’t want to have this stupid conversation anymore. I didn’t flirt with her! And I’m not too friendly, there’s no such thing.”

“Oh yes there is. You are a prime example,” you scoffed as the elevator doors closed.

“You want to know what’s exhausting? This. I’m sick of you being so insecure.”

“Then break up with me.”

“What? No. Are you insane?”

“Go on. Do it. I know you want to, do it Jake break up with me.”

“I’d be crazy to break up with you.” Jake moved closer to you.

“I think you want to.” You starred into his eyes, deep down you’d be distraught if he broke up with you. But the thrill of keeping him on his toes outweighed that.

He grabbed your arm pull you closer to him. “Don’t say anything like that again. Ever.”

Your face flushed hearing him being so assertive, when Jake got this way you could swoon. You smirked and looked up at him. “Why? Does it bother you?”

“Everything you’re doing right now is bothering me,” he got even closer to you, your chest was pushed up against his front. “Trying to scare me off?”

“Is it working?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, you could feel Jake’s breath on your face, furthering the heat rising to your face.

“No.” Jake responded. He pushed you against the elevator mirror, your back hitting the rail. His hands firmly gripped your hips, sure enough to leave a bruise, your breath quickened as he lowered his head and smashed his lips to yours.

You got caught up in an intense moment, your hands went to his hair, pulling him closer as your leg rose to wrap around his waist. You were pushed right up against the mirror as you shared a hungry make out, his tongue fought and won dominance as it explored your mouth. One of his hands moved from your waist and hiked up your thigh and skirt. His finger edged to your panties, and started to slowly circle your clit. You gasped at the sudden pleasure, breaking the kiss. Jake kissed your neck however quickly stopped and moved away once the elevator door opened. You tried to fix yourself up and walk normally to his door, you impatiently waited as Jake opened the door, you could’ve swore he was being slow to tempt you. You walked in first, wasting no time you grabbed his tie, a rare thing to see Jake in and pulled him to you.

His hands met your waist, he smirked. “Eager?”

“Shut up.” You replied.

As you kiss Jake backs you into his room, pulling down your top to reveal your bra and down onto his bed. Using his tie again you pull him on top of you, you remove his tie and make a start at unbuttoning his shirt. His lips meet your neck as he marks you, his hand travels down your body resting in between your legs, he moved your underwear aside and shoves two fingers inside of you. You cry out at the abrupt movement but quickly it turns to an override of pleasure, Jake moves from your neck and watches your face as he roughly fucks you with his fingers, curling them to hit that perfect spot, as if that wasn’t enough he circles his thumb on your clit. The pleasure making your legs shake and vision blur, the sounds coming from your mouth were incoherent, your whole body was trembling in pleasure. The pleasure continuing to build you knew you were close, you felt yourself ignite and be overcome with pleasure but just as you were about to finish he pulled his fingers out.

“Jake-” you whined but was quickly stopped by his fingers going into your mouth. You sucked his fingers, you couldn’t help but heat up at the taste of yourself on his finger. Jake removed his fingers and kissed you hungrily, his hand moving to your breast and rolling your nipple in between his finger over your lacy bra. You pull his shirt off and break the kiss, to mark his collarbone.

“Marking territory?” Jake teased as his hand slipped under your and effortlessly undone your bra. As you pulled your head back he removed your top and bra.

“Seems as if I have to.” You scoffed, Jake grabbed your jaw.

“As I’ve said before I’d never cheat on you.”

You rolled your eyes in response, he let go of your jaw and moved to your ear. “We’re not leaving this bed until you realise it.”

His voice was enough to make you squeeze your thighs together but the words spoken had you stifling a moan. Jake kissed down your neck, you arched your back pushing your body up onto him, desperate for pleasure. You grab his hand and bring it in between your thighs, hoping for pleasure from him.

“What do you want?” Jake asks, his eyes bearing into yours.

“You.” You responded, biting your lip. You could see it in his eyes, he was tempted to take you right there but resisted, much to your dismay.

“Be more specific,” he slowly moved his finger to brush against your clit, you hissed at the sensation.

“I want you to make me cum with your fingers. Then,” you moved your hand into his hair, tugging. “I want you to fuck me.”

“So demanding. Not even a please?”

“Are you going to or not?” You raised an eyebrow, Jake smirked and inserted two fingers into you.

You senses once again filled with pleasure from Jake roughly moving his fingers, you moaned his name feeling the pleasure override you. Your legs trembled as using his thumb he rubbed your clit. A continuous thread of moans left your mouth as you came undone, you vision whitened as you released, your body going into a state of utter bliss. Jake removed his fingers and took your skirt off, your hands made quick work of removing his belt and trousers. You watched eagerly as his cock sprung out with the removal of his boxers.

You moved your hand down to slowly stroke him, he softly groaned in response. You then wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders as he slid into you, your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you adjusted to him. Right away Jake began to pound into you, one of his hands held your thigh as the other gripped the headboard making him completely tower over you, you watched his face contorted in pleasure. The room filled with the sound of your bodies joining together and your lustful moans, you knew trying to conceal them wouldn’t work, so you let it happen, not that anyone would complain Jake loved the sound of your moans. Jake fucked you like he’s never done before you wouldnt’ve been surprised if your bodies left a permanent dent into the mattress, that was only furthered when he moved your legs to rest over his shoulders allowing him to go deeper. Your mind became numb with pleasure, the only thing you could focus on was the immense pressure between your thighs.

Jake pushed your chin up to look at him, your eyes were pricking with tears as you got closure to release. “Believe me now?”

“Not quite.” You moaned.

This only fuelled Jake more to the point where the bed was slamming against the wall and tears of pleasure were streaming down your face, you felt the pleasure override you.

“So close.” You moaned.

“Cum for me,” Jake said, his voice dripping with pleasure, that itself sent you over edge.

The euphoric sensation washed over you yet again, your vision blurred as your entire body shook, never had you felt this way before. Jake continued, cashing his own release as you slowly came down from that high, however it wasn’t long until you felt it building up again. Jakes movements got strained as he got closer, again you came and white hot pleasure overcame you. Jake came inside you, moaning into your ear. Slowly he pulled out and lay beside you. You both starred at the ceiling, catching your breath. He turned to you and tucked your hair behind your ear, you couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto your face as you turned to face him too.

“Believe me now?” Jake teased, stroking your cheek.

“I always did I was just in my head, totally worth it though,”

“Totally worth it though; title of your sex tape.”

“Jake.” You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him.

[hanasnx]

moves.

MINORS DNI 18+

JAKE PERALTA can't believe his stroke of good luck. Of pure, unadulterated good luck. He had entered the crime scene with you mere moments ago and after a heated exchange of bouncing off of each other with observations— your voices gradually raising at the same level as you near the climax of the conversation— you'd given him the look. Focused eyes watching him through your brows, the curl of your parted lips, panting through them. How you assessed him, scanned his figure like he was edible, sharing a silent moment with him as you calculate exactly what you wanna do to him. Next thing he knew you were excusing you and him saying you'd be going out for coffee, when you'd pulled him into the nearest cleaning closet of the apartment complex that wasn't crawling with cops. Now he's balls deep inside you, clothes having hastily been moved aside to accommodate it.

"Jakey," you whine, dragging out the word. He loves it when you call him that. Gets him all hot and bothered, afraid he'd give you whatever you asked for when you invoke that pretty petname off those pretty lips. "you fuck me so good..."

His teeth bite hard into the skin past his lips, brows creased in concentration so as not to bust to early. It's a quickie, a fucking hot one, but he's still got manners. The sound of your voice has his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he's fucking you from the back, big hands on your hips to keep pulling you back onto his cock while you brace on the wall. A brief moan hums through his nose as he directs you closer to him, talking shit in your ear, "Do I fuck you good? Yeah? Yeah, baby? 'I fuck you good?" breathless, and dizzy with pleasure, he can't believe someone like you is this into him.

[shewroteaworld]

How He Made You Feel

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader

Premise: Right before the first sleepover of your romantic relationship, Jake puts a high school teacher behind bars for attempted sexual assault. The case brings up some difficult high school memories for you.

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sexual harassment, downplaying of sexual harassment

Word count: approx. 2,500

A/N: I'm back! Let me know in the comments if you want more Jake Peralta fics. (I'm not sure there's an audience for it.) Hope you enjoy! <3

Jake Peralta is the king of cinnamon buns. Eating the ones you bake, that is. 

“This is like heaven on my tongue!” He moans. He licks some cream cheese frosting off the top. “Babe, these are seriously amazing.”

Your back relaxes. “Thanks, Jakey.”

Right after your shift at the 99th precinct, you zipped to your apartment to chill before the first sleepover of your romantic relationship (no pressure). Rather than chillaxing, your anxiety sparked, and kneading dough became the outlet. Your in-a-pinch cinnamon buns never fail to soothe your soul or anyone’s taste buds. Now that you’re in his kitchen, you’re grateful for the baking conniption. Jake’s indulgence gives you a moment to ground.

As he gulps down another bite, his eyebrow quirks. “Jakey?” He flashes that cheeky grin you love to hate.

Your face warms. “I never said that.”

“Nope! No take backs! It’s on the record!”

You scoff. “Aren’t you a little young for hearing loss?” 

“Hey!” He pokes the edge of your forced frown. “You said it, and you know it, and it was adorable.”

Your heart beats in your ears. “You liked it?” 

Jake’s eyes soften. “Yeah, I liked it.” He smirks mischievously. “And you’re getting all mushy on me.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please, Peralta.” 

“I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.” He pokes your side.

You jerk away. “You don’t, and you know it.”

“If you say so! But I know what cutesy-nickname territory means.”

The buzz of his phone spares you from his ribbing. “Our DoorDash is here. I’m going to pick it up downstairs.” Jake slips on his slides.

“Kay. Thanks.”

He leans over his kitchen chair to kiss your cheek. “Course. BRB.”

Jake rushes out his apartment door. In his absence, you observe his place: the mopped kitchen tile, his clean olive green couch, his stash of beginner recipe books tucked on a shelf above a kitchen counter. When you first transferred to the 99, you couldn’t imagine Peralta had an inkling of an organized domestic in him. 

Your tan trench coat hangs next to his leather NYPD jacket on the coat rack in the hall. Your heart palpitates. That was the first stitch of your domestic lives being sewn together. You wring your hands.

Jake doesn’t care about stains. You’ll eat Indian take-out from the container while watching some corny comedy he loves and you bemoan on his bare sofa. You tidy the kitchen table anyway.

The wave of anxiety begins to crest as you straighten junk mail from random magazines and political campaigns. You brush crumbs off the new placemats you forced on him through Office Secret Santa. (Weave placements are a recipe for soup-spill disasters.) You leave the manila files of cases he’s working on untouched off to the side.

You pour two tall glasses of water.  So what if you ordered drinks? Jake’s bloodstream will become half orange soda if someone doesn’t counteract his addiction.

Just as you’re setting the glasses down, there’s a knock on the door.

You jump. Your hand jerks, sending a manila folder flying to the floor, its confidential contents scattering behind the island on impact. Shit. 

“Forgot my keys, babe!” Jake calls.

“Coming!” 

Upon opening the door, a smiley Jake awaits you, holding a white cardboard box to his chest. The mouth watering aromas wafting from it don’t calm your cortisol levels. 

His head tilts. “Why the long face?”

You step aside. “When you knocked, I jumped and slapped one of your files off the kitchen table. I’m sorry.”

His brow furrows. “It’s no problem.” He says, as if he doesn’t understand why you’re on edge. 

“Everything spilled out.” You elaborate. Though you wouldn’t describe Jake as neat, he’s particular. Though the order of his files and notes are Greek to everyone else, it makes sense to him. He hates when someone “tidies” it without his permission.

Jake walks towards the kitchen. “Yeah, on the floor, not another dimension. It’s okay. Besides, it doesn’t need to be in any specific order– I closed that case today. I’m returning everything to the file room first thing.”

You trail behind him. “Did you close while I was uptown with Boyle?”

“Yep.” He plops the takeout box on the table. He kneels down to gather the rogue papers. “While you were out gathering evidence, I was cracking the code on this creep.”

Your eyebrows knit. “Sexual assault case?” You sort your take out into categories: his, hers, and shared. 

Jake taps a stack of papers straight against a countertop. “Attempted.  And he was a fucking high school teacher. Luckily, it was all on security cam. Easy win.”

The styrofoam carton of lamb samosas trembles in your hand. “That’s upsetting.”

“Majorly. Sadly, he’ll probably get off easy. I mean it was attempted. Not that it should’ve been full-on assault or that what happened isn’t terrible–”

“I understand what you mean, Jake.” You assure. It’s how sex crimes go. 

You open your potato samosa carton. “These are the bomb dot com,” you say. It’s an easy lay up for him.

“That ass is the bomb dot com!” Your chest loosens at the change of topic.

You shoot Jake a glare. He puts his hands up. 

He picks up the last of stray papers as you grab plates and utensils.  When he’s done, he grabs the drink holder, your Pineapple Fanta and your pink lemonade each tucked in a cardboard slot. “Let’s go sit, m’lady.”

You reach for the drink holder with your free hand, but he twists his torso away. He nods towards the living room. “Relax. Pick a show. Remote’s on the coffee table.”

When Jake joins you on the couch, you immediately reach for your potato samosas.

“You weren’t kidding when you said those were your favorite.” Jake chuckles.

“Absolutely not. Try the lamb. They should be in the center– that’s the shared column.”

Jake affectionately rolls his eyes. “You treat life like an Excel spreadsheet.”

“Someone has to.” The cold condensation on your small pink lemonade chills your hand. “Hopefully, a detective would.”

He grabs his chest as if you struck him. “Your passive aggression is a stab to my heart!”

You pop open the container of jasmine rice. “What subject did that teacher teach?” You ask.

“The creeper?”

“Mhmm.”

Jake opens a container of chicken saagwala. “History.”

You hum disappointedly. “History teachers were always the coolest. Especially the male ones.” You stab your plastic fork into the rice and reach for the curry. 

“Now I wish I slept less in history class.” Jake remarks. 

You stare blankly at the coffee table as you spoon your (hopefully) extra spicy curry onto your plate. 

The couch sighs as Jake sinks back into the cushions, his left arm stretching to lay behind you on the sofa’s back. “Such a scumbag. The girl was barely legal–could’ve been one of his own students. To make matters worse, she looked 16.”

In your head, you count your breaths. You zone in on the white grains of rice you’re absentmindedly pushing into your curry sauce. 

You see your high school hallway. You remember the misery, the pressure. Mr. Johnston.

“You listening to me, babe?”

He taps your calf with the tip of his slide. You flinch.

“Sorry,” he says. Didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“That’s alright.”

In your peripheral vision, he leans forward. “You okay?”

You nod. “I’m great.” You click on his TV. “Just got a bit lost in my thoughts for a second.”

You feel Jake studying your side profile.

You click on Netflix. “Let’s do something lighthearted.” You drop down to his My List. Thankfully, you don’t have to search long to find something passable. 

“This one okay?” You ask. “I’ve been wanting to watch this too.”

“More than okay.”

The strings of the production company’s opening music fill the living room. You fiddle with your fork. Queasiness bites at you.

You need to shake this. This was your first sleepover with Jake. Don’t ruin this experience for yourself. It was so long ago. Nothing happened. It was uncomfortable, but you were alright. It was nowhere close to what that victim experienced. You’re fine. Is your asthma acting up?

You rest your plate on the coffee table. “Keep watching. I need the restroom real quick.”

You speed walk across the apartment to his bathroom, locking the door behind you. You turn the faucet to screeching cold. You dip your head into the basin and splash ice water in your face.

Your lungs gasp open from shock. Your brain drops back into your body. 

Everything’s safe. You’re okay. Tonight will be great. Don’t let some creep going to trial rattle you like this and ruin the evening.

You find a clean towel in a drawer and dry your face. After taking a detour to his bathroom to toss it in his hamper, you take three final deep breaths, your hand over your heart.

You’re fine. Nothing’s happening.

You return to the couch with a soft smile. “Sorry, Jake.” 

“No problem. You okay?” He asks again.

You hate lying to him. “Yeah, I just had to pee.” 

The movie snaps back to action. Though you didn’t ask, he paused for you. As the film unfurls, as predicted, you poke fun at the plot and Jake ardently defends it. The banter warms you, but the knot in the pit of your stomach refuses to unfurl.

Once your plate is clean, you lay your head on Jake’s shoulder. As the leading actress does something you don’t register, Jake’s laughter ripples through your hollow chest. 

It was so long ago. Nothing happened. It was uncomfortable, but you survived it. He never touched you. It was so long ago. He must be retired by now. It wasn’t your fault. There was nothing to be your fault. Nothing criminal happened. Nothing. It was so–

“(Y/N).”

You gasp. You snap up straight. The movie’s been paused. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t get your attention.” Jake says gently. 

Your heart sinks. “It’s…I’m just in my head.” You roughly run a hand through your hair. “So sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. What’s wrong?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You stare at your knees.

Jake intertwines his fingers with yours. “It’s definitely substantial for you to be distracted like this.” He squeezes your hand. “I’m here.”

You smile sadly. “I don’t want to bring the vibe down.”

“Acquiring (Y/N) lore rivals catching bad guys as my favorite thing to do. Telling me about your feelings could never bring the vibe down. ”

A courteous dismissal gets tangled in your throat. Is that really what you want to say? 

Your free hand fiddles with the end of your hair. “I really don’t know how to talk about this.”

“Take all the time you need.”

You force a deep breath. “Your case threw me off.”

His eyebrows knit. “The teacher–creep one?”

You nod. “The teacher…you said he harassed a young woman who looked 16.”

He nods.

“It reminds me of an experience I had in high school when I was 17.”

His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “How so?” He asks gently.

“There was… this science teacher– Mr. Johnston. One semester, I had to walk by his classroom everyday. I had to walk from my homeroom on the opposite end of the school, so sometimes I would get there right after the bell rang. When I was alone, he would always offer to walk me to class…even though it was only a couple doors down from his.”

Jake nods. 

“He said he was trying to make sure I didn’t get in trouble for tardiness…but he never told my teacher he walked me. And he did it even after he knew I wouldn’t get in trouble and that I was only going two doors down from his classroom.”

“That’s definitely weird.”

“He also used to do this weird thing where he would walk right behind me…I think it was supposed to be copying my walk to tease me. One day, he came up super close behind me– close enough to smell my perfume. All I could think about was how close to my ass he was.”

Anger cuts through Jake’s expression. “Did anyone see this?” 

“Some other teachers did. They didn’t see anything wrong with it…they laughed it off everytime. I guess they saw it as a harmless joke. But, it made me really uncomfortable. Everyday I would pray that he wouldn’t say hi to me or be weird and would just let me walk to class. I figured maybe I was crazy, making something out of nothing, but it just felt wrong. At the time, I tried to block it out, I had other stressors to deal with…but right after I graduated, I reflected on it and other stories I heard about him…and I was creeped out.”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. Did you ever report this?”

“I confided in another teacher about it, but I never formally reported anything. I don’t know if he ever talked to his colleague about his behavior. Plus, I didn't think there was anything concrete to report.” You sigh. “It felt so wrong. I remember being so afraid of being alone in a room with him…he was a co-advisor for some extracurriculars I was a part of. There, he was always completely indifferent towards me but in those hallways in the morning…”

“With less people.” Jake notes. “And colleagues who didn’t take his behavior seriously.” 

You nod. 

“(Y/N), I’m so, so sorry. That isn’t okay.”

“I’m still not really sure if anything did happen to me. He didn’t touch me….he just…”

Jake shakes his head. “Followed you down hallways and got close to your body. That’s not okay.” He squeezes your hand again. “How did it make you feel?”

“Violated.” You admit.

Jake nods. “That’s what matters. How he made you feel matters. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

Tears well in your eyes. “Thanks, Jake.”

Jake offers you a tissue. “Do you know what ever happened to that teacher?”

You wipe your eyes. “I believe he retired…not 100% sure.”

His face hardens. “I can track him down if you like.”

“No, Jake…there’s nothing to report. No evidence. Just a dead-end case of “he said she said” from over 10 years ago. Even if I reported it earlier, I doubt anything could have happened.”

Jake groans. “This sucks. I’m sorry for what you went through. No one should feel uncomfortable with a teacher at school. Jesus, every time I think I get what women go through, I learn it’s worse than I imagined. I’m so, so sorry.”

You dab your eyes. “Thank you for not belittling what happened to me. It’s great to have someone like you...you don't downplay what I feel."

He kisses your nose. “It’s part of my boyfriend duties; it’s what I’m here for.”

You press a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you for being a safe space to talk.”

He returns the peck. “Forever and always.”

Jake Peralta is a goofball. He can be messy– both literally and figuratively. But at the core of it all was a mensch’s heart. 

[inlovewithgreta]

stephanie beatriz or rosa diaz with 20-something year old new coworker? all the other details are up in the air :)

Thank you anon for requesting this! Apologies for the long wait!! It was honestly super fun getting to know a new character, and I thank you for introducing me to her. Of course I instantly fell in love with her in the first episode.. Enjoy!! xoxo

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The Name Game — Rosa Diaz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rosa finally reveals why she has treated you the way she has in an intimate moment you never saw coming.

Warnings: praise, very slight degradation (you blink and you'll miss it), jealousy, semi-public sex, cute pet names

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"Who the hell is this?" 

Those were the first words you heard as the Captain introduced you to your new coworkers, who all looked at you with smiling faces. Well, except for the woman who just asked who the hell you were.

"This is Detective Y/n. New member of our team," Your boss stated, looking over at the same dark-haired woman from before who had her arms crossed over her chest. "Y/n here will be taking over the empty desk next to yours, Diaz. Be nice."

"I'm always nice," she commented with a straight face.

The Captain sighed before turning his focus back to you. "Make yourself comfortable. Ask Rosa here if you have any questions." You nodded in response as the older man walked away, leaving you alone with the woman.

"Nice to meet you!" You smiled, with a hand held out for the woman to shake, but to your dismay, she ignored it and went to her desk. You followed behind her, and dropped your purse on your new desk, but as soon as you went to open your mouth again, you were cut off.

"A few ground rules," she said. "No obnoxious noises, no smelly foods—"

"Why would I even—"

"No interrupting me," she continued. "And most importantly, no shaving at your desk."

"Why would I shave—"

"Follow these rules. No if's and's, or but's."

And that's how it was with her. It took you weeks before you decided to ignore her altogether. Her sharp words always cut your heart into a million pieces.

You didn't know why she was that way around you. Sure, she was blunt with everyone else but with you it was different. Almost cruel. 

But since you grew closer to Amy, who gave you the courage to not let Rosa's words get to you, and just do what you do best. Which was your job. You only talked to Rosa if you were paired together, and 'talk' was more of an understatement. Few words were ever spoken, and the ravenette was quick to catch on to how quiet you quickly became around her.

At first, she thought nothing of it, but as time went on and your friendship with Amy blossomed, it was obvious just how outgoing you were with her and the rest of the team compared to Rosa herself.

Of course everyone else noticed the tension between you two, and for detectives, it wasn't that hard for them to figure out why. The way you would dare sneak a glance in Rosa's direction when she wasn't looking, and the way Rosa would do the exact same thing with you, except in her case, her eyes would linger.

It wasn't until the Captain had the two of you stay late one night to fill out an over abundance of paperwork, that the two of you actually spent time together, alone.

"I need your signature to wrap up this burglary file, Diaz." You say as you attempt to hand the woman your file.

"Fine," she responds before snatching the file from your grip.

You let out a small sigh as you wait, not allowing her short response to get to you. Including the fact that she didn't even look at you.

"There. Done." She slid the folder back to you before she leaned back comfortably in her chair.

"What did I ever do to you?" you ask.

That question. The one question that has played over and over again in your head since that first day you walked into the precinct and met Rosa who has not once smiled in your direction or said one nice thing to you.

"What are you talking about?" She asked back, fiddling with a pen on her desk.

"What did I ever do to you for you to hate me so much, Diaz?" you repeat yourself.

The ravenette stayed silent, only keeping her focus on the pen spinning in her hand, in which you decided to take from her and slam on her desk. Her nose flared at your action, emotions that she had been holding inside for so long were now bubbling in her chest when you positioned yourself in front of her.

You had decided to stand between her sitting figure and her desk, not realizing you had trapped yourself all because you wanted to tear her attention away from her desk to answer your question.

Rosa scoffed, before rising from her seat and towering over you. She was close. Unimaginably close. The musky scent of her perfume completely takes over your sense of smell.

"Rosa." She peered down at you.

"What?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"The name's Rosa, for one. And two..." she let out a heavy sigh. "I don't hate you." 

"Bullshit." 

Your words caught Rosa by surprise. You were usually well-mannered, and the ravenette had not once heard you swear in the time you had been there, causing her to lift a surprised brow.

She liked it. She was seeing a whole new side of you and now, she wanted to see more.

"I admire you." She finally admitted, not only to you, but to herself, before placing both hands on the desk beside you, completely trapping you, and keeping you from fleeing.

"This isn't funny, Diaz..." 

"Do I look like I'm joking?" She tilted her head, her dark eyes looking you up and down with a mysterious gleam.

"I don't know—" You went to look away, but a hand flew to your chin, forcing your gaze to fixate on her, and her only as she towered over you. 

"Well I'm not joking." She said, "I admire you. I've admired you since you cracked your first case here. It was the fastest I think I've ever seen someone finish a case." 

You could swear you saw a smile tug at the corner of her lips, but it was probably just your brain messing with you. Rosa smiling? It was unheard of around you. You had never seen her smile before. Not once. Was she... proud? There was no way.

"It was remarkable. You are remarkable... and I've been jealous. Jealous of how good you are at your job. Jealous of how quickly everyone here fell in love with you." Your lips fell open at her confession. Rosa being jealous? Of you?

Her hand slid from the wood to your hip that was leaning against the desk, to hold you still. She didn't want you fleeing, not before she got to say what she had to say to you.

"How quickly Amy fell in love with you..."

"Amy? What does Amy have to do—"

At the mention of Amy, her hand fell from your chin to your neck, that neck that fit perfectly into her hand as she gave it a gentle squeeze, forcing an audible moan to escape from you.

"She loves you, y/n. Do you love her?" Her eyes flicked from yours, to your parted lips, and back up to your eyes, as if challenging you.

"Don't tell me you're jealous." You toyed, all the pieces finally coming together.

"And if I am?" She asked, sliding her knee confidently between your legs that earned a sharp gasp from you.

"Then I say you have some serious making up to do...Rosa." 

Her name. You had finally said her name, and it fueled her. Her name sounded beautifully coming from you. "Say it again," She licked her bottom lip. 

"And if I don't?" You dared to challenge her back, to which Rosa immediately caught onto, and refused to let you dominate the situation. And she knew the perfect solution.

"Then I'll make you say it."

"How?" Your curiosity got the best of you.

You let out a shaky breath when her knee suddenly pressed against your clothed center that had your hips unintentionally buck from the contact.

"Let me show you," her words were more of an ask than a demand, and with the subtle nod of your head to allow her to keep going, Rosa planned to do exactly what she said she would. 

Show you. Show you how she planned to get you to say her name again.

Rosa's lips hovered over your own, her pupils dilating as the hand around your neck slid down to the collar of your shirt before slowly picking away at the buttons. She skillfully popped each one open, revealing your smooth skin underneath with a lace bra covering your chest.

Your heart-rate wasn't the only thing that picked up. Rosa could feel your breathing grow faster, both from anxiety and excitement as she successfully removed the last button and untucked the blouse from your jeans.

"Hm, it's just too easy. Already this worked up over some light touching?" she smirked, before quickly slipping out of her leather jacket to reveal her toned arms.

"You think I'm easy, Diaz?" you toyed, a bit of confidence suddenly washing over you.

"Just look at you. You're weak. I bet I can have you screaming my name in just two minutes." She chuckled lowly before slipping a hand into the waistband of your jeans and into your underwear to play with your pussy.

"Mm, fuck you—" you failed at hiding the plethora of moans that forced themselves out of you when she circled your clit.

"Oh, princesa... that's what I'm about to do to you."

The lips that hovered over yours got impossibly closer, her hot breath fanned you, and you wanted nothing more than for her to close the thin space. But to your dismay, she only chuckles again, and brings her lips to the bottom of your chin, then your throat, then to the side of your neck where she bit and sucked on the soft spot below your ear.

"I don't like emotions," she admitted after leaving a light mark on your neck. She came face to face with you again, "I don't know how to deal with them so I acted out. Forgive me?" 

You searched her eyes for any kind of untruthfulness, but didn't find any. And when you gave her a small 'yes', butterflies erupted in your stomach when her lips finally met with yours in a needy kiss.

Moans spewed from your lips and into her mouth as her fingers simultaneously put pressure against your clit and rubbed generous circles. Folders fell from her desk and onto the floor as you repositioned your hands on her desk, to keep you from falling over and breaking her computer.

"What's my name?" She whispered against your lips.

"Detective Diaz," you whined when she pinched your bundle of nerves at the wrong name.

It was hard at first not to say her first name, but you couldn't let her win that easily. You couldn't. One thing she was going to learn about you was how bratty and stubborn you were. You would never go down without a fight.

She tutted and bit your lower lip, while also allowing your hand to grip at the collar of her shirt. Your tongues tangled together, and moans grew a pitch higher as you neared your orgasm.

"No- so close! Don't stop!" You whined when her fingers suddenly left your clit. "Why'd you stop?!"

"You haven't said it, princesa. Why would I reward you?" She smirked devilishly.

"Fuck— fuck you..." She went to remove her hand fully at your words but you grabbed her wrist tightly before she could move away. "Wait! Fine. Rosa...please. Please finish what you started and I'll say your name as many times as you want me to. Just please don't stop, Rosa," you begged.

"Good girl," she cooed, and you visibly blushed at the pet name. "Ooh, you like being called that, don't you?" The second she dove back in your panties, a jolt of electricity ran up your spine, as you could feel your orgasm coming back around.

"Yes, I— I love it." You let your head lull back.

"Then be a good girl and come for me. Right here. Right now."

"Rosa..." you mewled, just before words caught in your throat as you came with shaky legs. The ravenette circled your clit skillfully, allowing you to ride your pleasurable high for as long as you could.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it, princesa?" she teased as she slowed her ministrations before stopping completely.

"It wasn't, I just wanted to play with you."

"Oh you little—" you cut her off with a heated kiss, finally wrapping your arms around her leather-covered body. You enjoyed the closeness with her, it was the thing you were chasing after since the beginning. 

And you couldn't wait to slowly tear down her emotionally built-up walls to see the vulnerable human being waiting for you beneath the surface.

But first, you had to take Rosa out on a date.

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[deathbyhertouch]

Kinktober 2024 list

all of these will be shorter fics, as i need multiple days for the normal longer fics i usually do

characters will be a surprise! as i think it will be fun!

I will update links to each post as i release them

hope you enjoy!!

day 1: squirting Phoebe Bridgers x f!reader

day 2: bondage Katie Gavin x gn!reader

day 3: mirror Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

day 4: hair pulling Hope Van Dyne x f!reader

day 5: free use Sasha James x afab!reader

day 6: public Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

day 7: threesome Emily Prentiss x f!reader x Jennifer Jereau

day 8: milf!reader x daughter’s girlfriend Milf!reader x Daughter's Girlfriend! Jo Maskin

day 9: dirty talk Basira Hussain x gn!reader

day 10: sex pollen Yelena Belova x f!reader

day 11: creampie (g!p) Julien Baker x f!reader

day 12: power Agatha Harkness x gn!reader

day 13: spanking/impact play Naomi McPherson x f!babydoll!reader

day 14: corruption Chloe ST200 x afab!reader

day 15: somnophilia Lucy Dacus x gn!reader

day 16: sloppy/ spit

day 17: praise

day 18: thigh riding

day 19: cockwarming (g!p)

day 20: hate fuck

day 21: perversion

day 22: lactation

day 23: choking

day 24: uniform

day 25: food

day 26: monsterfucker

day 27: deity

day 28: pantysniffer

day 29: sex toy

day 30: breeding

day 31: body worship/aftercare

fandoms that will be included for this (please comment if you want another one included)

-boygenius

-criminal minds

-muna

-brooklyn 99

-marvel

-detroit become human

-the magnus archives

[hoperays-song]

Ok, we all talk about enemies to lovers a lot because of the falling despite seeing the bad side first, but I feel like we’re forgetting friends to lovers can do the same thing.

Friends to lovers is falling in love with the entire person, not just their faults or their good side, or their appearance. They know each other and trust each other and fall in love because of that.

The know the faults like the enemy does. Bu they know the good side too. And all the bits in between. They fall in love with the whole person because they know the whole person.They know how they fit into their life and don’t want to live without it.

[yourbiggestfan2020]

Snape would totally do this, just to mess with Harry. Lol

[lover-222]

Detective Badge J.P

warning: smut 18+

…

you want to what now?", he asked her as they laid in their bed.

her cheeks were a crimson shade of red, "nothing nevermind".

he grabbed her hands that were covering her face. he looked at her gleaming eyes, she slightly bit her lip and sighed.

"tell me what you want to do pretty girl", he smirked at her then caressed her cheek.

"i want to have sex while you have your detective badge on" she shily said.

"wow and i thought you were innocent" he told her as he began to leave small kisses on her cheeks.

he kissed her lips passionately, then left kisses trailing down her neck. he separated from her to put his badge on.

she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and continued to kiss him roughly. jake smoothly took off her shirt and her skirt.

"you're so perfect, a complete goddess", jake said as he kissed her shoulder.

his fingertips grazed her arm that trailed all the way to her shoulder. he played with her bra straps, making her whimper.

"please touch me" she whimpered frustrated.

he swiftly took of her bra, and kissed her on her collarbone. he began to feel her breast, making her whimper and moan.

to him it was like music to his ears. god, he loved making her feel good. he sucked on her nipple as his other hand teased her left.

she squirmed next to him and kissed him again roughly, her lips were a deeper shade once they separated from each other.

"no fair, you have to take this off" she told him.

she unbuttoned his flannel, his light complex made him bruise so easily. she would joke about that with him, but she secretly loved it since her marks would show up easily.

she kissed his neck, "stopppp that tickles", jake said as he giggled.

she chuckled and sucked on multiple parts of his neck. as resulted her marks started to show up on his neck. she discarded the rest of clothes.

she was already wet from all the teasing he had done. she needed him so desperately.

"i need you jake, so bad" she whimpered.

jake got on top of her, his hand trailed down to her cunt. she always got so wet for him.

"fuck baby this all for me?" he teased her.

she nodded, "please i need you please please".

"good girls get what they want, are you a good girl" he asked her seductively.

"i am, i'm your good girl detective peralta" she told him while biting her lip.

he chuckled and inserted himself into her. as soon as he started moving and she adjusted to his size, her eyes rolled back. she loved how he made her feel.

"jake faster please" she moaned as she closed her eyes in pure euphoria.

"open your eyes or i won't go faster" he said as he stopped moving completely.

she whined, then opened her eyes. he smirked at her and railed into her at a much faster pace. he went faster and deeper, making sure that she felt him.

she looked at him, he looked so hot as his pace became faster and tiny sweat dropplets formed into his forehead, along with his purples bruises on his neck.

although what turned her on was the gold like badge that dangled on his neck. just by looking at it placed on his neck made her want to cum at that very second.

"fuck it feels so good", she pulled him by his badge and kissed him roughly.

he was still inside of her, his fast pace made his badge dangle in her face. jake looked down at her, she was moaning uncontrollably.

"i'm gonna cum, you're going to make me cum, fuck babe" she groaned.

"cum for me pretty girl" he said as he fastened his pace even more.

she felt him deeper, he was hitting the perfect spot. she felt her orgasm come on.

he kept going at his pace while cirlcing his fingers on her clit. this move made her insane.

she reached her climax, she squirmed and moaned underneath him. she was perfect to him, her mouth made an o-shape as she shivered.

"too good?" he asked her.

"so fucking good, perfectly good" she said as she kissed him.

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a/n:

not a football one-shot but i had too write this jake peralta smut because i saw a hot edit of him on tiktok LMAOOOO

hope ya'll enjoyed :)

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

i am so desperate for rosa diaz x reader idm what the plot is i will read ANYTHING

/lh

Hey, lh! 🥰 Sorry it's taken me like a million years to get to your request, but I hope you enjoy! –illdowhatiwantthanks

Passenger Princess

Rosa Diaz x fem!reader Warnings: explicit language, motorcycle riding (let me know if I've missed anything) Word count: 1.5k

Summary: You've always been too scared to ride Rosa's motorcycle with her, but for her birthday? You just might make yourself be brave.

Rosa turned your head this way and that, making sure the helmet fit you correctly.

“How do I look?” you asked her.

“Like a bobblehead,��� she responded, straddling her motorcycle. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”

“We quite literally have all day,” you grumbled.

You gingerly approached the bike. You’d never been on a motorcycle before, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. Rosa had been trying to get you on the back of her bike for a long time, and you’d always said no, but… it was her birthday this weekend and your gift to her was being brave for once. You’d suggested a day’s ride on the Fort Lee Loop, through the Hudson River Valley and Greenwood Lake and the Wanaque Reservoir.

“We could stop for lunch, too,” you’d said, blushing and losing confidence as Rosa gaped at you after you’d brought it up. “I mean, only if you want to. We don’t have to go. We could do something else.”

She’d kissed you, quickly and firmly, before you could say anything else. “You’re offering to ride the motorcycle?” she confirmed after pulling away. “On purpose?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, avoiding her eyes. “I trust you to keep me safe.”

And, oh, she’d gone feral for that, hands all over you, lips crashing into yours, until you’d pushed her away, breathless and flushed and hissed, “Rosa, we’re in public.”

She’d dropped cash on the restaurant table and all but dragged you out of your seat. “Well, let’s get private then.”

But now that you looked at the motorcycle, now that the helmet was on your head and Rosa looked expectantly at you to hop on… you weren’t so sure about it.

“Hey,” she said, taking your fingers in her hand and rubbing them softly. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I–” You gulped. “I do. I really do.”

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise,” she assured you, her eyes kind and soft underneath the shield of her helmet.

You exhaled deeply, then clambered behind Rosa on the motorcycle, trying to convince yourself this was no different than riding a rollercoaster really.

“Alright,” Rosa said. “You have to keep your feet on the footrests. The metal pipes can burn you, so be careful.”

You nodded against her back, your hands snaking around her waist.

“And you can hold onto me as tight as you need to, okay?” She pressed one of her arms against yours, squeezing the back of your hand as you pressed your palm into her stomach. “Just follow my body language. If I lean, lean with me, even if it seems scary. I won’t let you fall.”

You nodded again, your heart pounding. You were sure Rosa could feel it through her jacket as you pressed into her back.

“And if you need to stop for any reason at all, tap my thigh twice with two fingers, okay? That’ll be our signal.”

You didn’t respond, simply held onto Rosa as tight as you could, waiting for the bike to roar to life.

“Hey,” she called, and you could feel the vibrations of her voice against your chest and hands.

You lifted your head slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked.

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

“I need words, mi amor.”

“Yes,” you managed to croak out.

“Alright,” she conceded. “Tap my thigh twice if you need to stop.”

And the roar of the motorcycle as Rosa started the engine–it was so loud, so aggressive it made you jump a bit. Rosa squeezed your hand, and the bike started to inch forward. You held onto Rosa for dear life, positive that before the day was over you might suffocate her.

Rosa took it slow at first, driving you down slow, back streets and easing you into turns, so you could get used to the way your body had to move with hers. Before you knew it, you were on the road. You kept your head down and your eyes squeezed shut for most of the ride in the city, the roar of the traffic and angry cab horns overwhelming you.

But once you and Rosa made it out of the city proper, you managed to open your eyes. The wind that rushed around your body, the vibrations of the bike that surged through you, your body pressed warm and firm against Rosa’s… well, it was kind of enjoyable. It did feel a bit like a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster where you were firmly on the ground and you got to hug your girlfriend the whole time, so maybe even an improvement on a rollercoaster.

You were well into the Fort Lee Loop before your body relaxed enough to sit up a bit and look around, though at any hint of a turn, you clung to Rosa like a baby monkey. But it was beautiful. And it was different than just going on a drive. The foliage was turning lovely golds and reds and oranges, and the sun flitted through the trees in a way that felt almost magical. Warm and wonderful and right despite the crisp fall air. You were thankful for Rosa’s body pressed against yours, thankful that she made you brave in ways you’d never be brave on your own.

You stopped for lunch at a small marina restaurant, overlooking Greenwood Lake. You stumbled as you stepped off the bike and Rosa laughed, catching you by the waist to hold you steady.

“You okay?” she asked, smiling, both amused and concerned.

“Mmhm.” You held onto her hand as you walked into the restaurant, even though you’d already found your footing. “I kind of like it, I think.”’

She kissed your cheek, and you took it as a thank you and am I’m proud of you.

For her part, Rosa’s face was flushed, her hair messy, and she looked so happy. So genuinely happy. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for her to look happy when you were together, but it was different knowing you were doing something Rosa truly loved. She was happy to be with you, she always was. But she was even happier to be with you doing something that already made her happy in the first place. 

“Thanks for doing this,” she said, both of you picking at the leftover fries on your plate. “Really.”

“I would do anything for you, Ro,” you said softly.

And the quiet you sat in afterward, looking out over the lake, the lovely leaves floating one by one into the water and spiraling it out in mesmerizing, concentric circles–it was such a warm quiet, close and comfortable and familiar, and you wondered briefly if this was what it would feel like with Rosa in five years, ten, twenty. When you were old women sitting on a bench in Prospect Park or motorcycling across the country because god knows old age wasn’t going to stop Rosa–you wondered if this was what it would feel like, the quiet familiarity of someone who knew you and loved you completely, so deeply that words were not needed. There was no need to fill a space already full of love.

When you left the restaurant, you stood by Rosa’s motorcycle and looked out at the lake, moving to put your helmet back on.

“Wait,” Rosa protested, gently taking the helmet from your hands and balancing it on one of the motorcycle handles.

You looked at her curiously, and she cupped your face in her hands, leaning in to kiss you. Rosa kissing you always took your breath away, but something was different about this one. Maybe it was adrenaline from being on the motorcycle all day, maybe the flush in your cheeks from the cool, fall air or the smell of the leaves mingling with the scent of Rosa’s perfume. You felt almost drunk on her, drunk on the warmth of her mouth against yours, the softness of her hands. She was always so soft with you, so gentle, such a contrast from how she was with everyone else.

“What was that for?” you asked, out of breath when she finally pulled away and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I just really love you,” she said quietly, her eyes soft as they stared into yours.

You pecked her once more on the lips, then pulled her back toward the motorcycle. “Let’s go home, love,” you said.

And if riding off into the crisp, autumn horizon on the back of your girlfriend’s motorcycle wasn’t a storybook ending of Shakespearean proportions, you didn’t know what was. Because you and Rosa, well, it was the kind of love people told their grandkids about. Or at least that’s how it felt to you and her.

[nnaviee]

the first night with you. rosa diaz x fem!reader

summary: your first date with rosa. this is a huge risk. will it end in chemistry or up in flames.

A/N: part two is in the works! enjoy loviesss <3

you ran around your apartment frantically, looking for that dress, and those shoes, and whichever purse you had decided on in your mind before you realized you had no idea where any of these things were. you were a mess. normally, you wouldn’t be this nervous for a date. not even a first date. but this time was different. you were going on a date with rosa diaz, your partner at the 99th precinct for the past 8 years. you had known each other since the police academy, and you never thought that she would ever like you back. so, imagine your surprise when she casually approached you outside the precinct one cold evening last week.

“hey. are you busy friday night?” she came up to you in the parking lot, her cold hands shoved in the pockets of her leather jacket. you had hung out a few times outside of work, considering you were closer to her than anyone else you worked with. you figured she needed help moving since amy went to her apartment last week, or just wanted to hang out. “no, don’t think so. why, you got something in mind?”

you smiled and looked up at her, your hands also shoved into your pockets to protect them from the cold, new york climate. “yeah, actually.” she turned to face you entirely. “i wanna take you out. on a date.” you nearly choked on the saliva gathering in your mouth. she said it so casually, as if it wasn’t out of the blue, random, and maybe 50 other things like that. you cleared your throat and managed to spit out an answer.

“you..wanna go on a date? with me? romantically?” you asked clarifying questions, only receiving nods in return. was this a joke? or some kind of sick prank? no, rosa wouldn’t do that. she was cold and slightly off-putting, but she wasn’t cruel. actually, she was one of the kindest people you knew. you were snapped out of your thoughts by a passing vehicle, looking to the road before back up at her. “yeah. that sounds…amazing.” you nodded, hoping that she would assume the redness of your face was from the cold.

“cool. i’ll pick you up at seven.” she hopped on her bike and before you knew it, she was gone. a small headlight in the distance. you were left standing there in utter shock. and suddenly, it was friday at 6:45, and you were nowhere near prepared for this. you had a few curlers in your hair, and one shoe on when you suddenly heard a knock at the door as you ran around the room. “shit!” you said to yourself, rushing to put your shoe on and pull the curlers out of your hair before opening the door.

“hi.” you said breathlessly, one shoulder of your jacket hanging off. she stood in front of you, dressed in all black as usual, but more formal. she looked…wow. you let your eyes trace over her as she did the same to you. she smiled at you, a rare occurrence, as she stepped through the front door. “i think you have a little…” she trailed off as she reached a hand up and gently pulled a small curler out of your hair. she didn’t look away from your eyes as she did it, placing the curler in your hand and tucking your hair behind your ear.

your breath caught in your throat at the action. “i, um…i need a couple minutes.” you said breathlessly as you closed the door behind her. “you’ve been here before, make yourself at home.” you said before you walked briskly to your bedroom, making a quick move to get completely ready.

you’d finally managed to get ready, stepping out into the living room to see rosa. she was manspreading on the couch and already looking in your direction. god. “i, uh..i’m ready.” she stood up and walked slowly over to you, her eyes tracing up and down your body. “great. i was starting to worry we’d miss our reservation.” she said softly as she placed a gentle hand on the small of your back, guiding you out the door.

you made your way down the hall, stopping in the elevator. you stood next to each other, your shoulders touching. “you look good, by the way.” she said as she looked down at you. “really good.” you couldn’t help but look down and smile, tucking the same piece of hair behind your ear as she had not long ago.

“thank you.” you said as you looked up at her and met her eyes. “you also look really good.” you emphasized more than you meant to. she took her turn to look down and you saw a twitch of a smile tug at her lips. she nudged your shoulder with hers. “shut up.” she said before door opened and she suddenly grabbed your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours as she led you out to the parking lot. when she had you at her parking spot, she swung a leg over her bike and looked at you expectantly.

“you brought the bike?” you looked at her with a surprised expression. “i did. hop on.” she held her helmet out to you, disregarding her own basic safety. “you brought the bike.” you smirked as you took the helmet, a different tone lacing your voice. you straddled the bike behind her and hesitantly wrapped your arms around her waist for support as she started the ignition and began driving into the night

when you arrived at the restaurant she chose, she helped you off the bike and led you inside the restaurant. her hand returned to its place on your lower back as she gently guided you to your reserved table, pulling out your chair. you hummed quietly as she sat down in front of you. “how gentlemanly. you’re kinda soft, aren’t you?”

her head tilted slightly as she settled in her chair, the soft italian love song playing gently in the air. “shut up.” she muttered again, slightly smiling as she shook her head. you placed your orders, smiling as you talked about everything and nothing all at once. you occasionally would feel her knee brush yours under the table, or her hand would grab yours with emphasis on a statement and linger longer than it needed to.

you finished your meal and left the restaurant, feeling her hold your hand gently as you walked down the street. she would occasionally look at you, stealing and glances and subconsciously holding your hand tighter.

[madwomansapologist]

cherry + jake peralta pls!

love ur work sm <33

cherry — do they get jealous of their lover easily? do they show it?

⤷ with: jake peralta

Jake is a really competitive men, but not with thing that really matter. He wouldn't treat as a challeging between him and someone else. You are not something he's trying to win, you're his person. If someone don't see it, than they can get out of your lives.

If Jake is uncomfortable with someone, he will talk with you. Being honest is the best way to make everything all right. You will reassure him that you love him and only him, and he will feel better. There is no need to pretend that he's all right, not when he could be hearing your sweet words and feeling your sweet embrace.

That doesn't mean that it will always be perfect. If Jake see someone that he thinks would be better for you, he can start acting a little bit weird. He would never treat you badly or anything, but you would noticed. This time, you would need to be the one to talk to him and undertand what he's feeling. It will be a long conversation.

Jake trust you, and you trust him. Of course things can't be always perfect, but you both are trying. And trying, to keep on trying, is enough.

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

BROOKLYN NINE NINE TAGLIST: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @notanalienindisguiseblink @vyctorya

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[lenacosse]

In a world of boys, he’s a gentle man

pairings: Jake Peralta x female reader

warnings: Men being men. Angst with happy ending.

word count: 2.6k

summary: You’re having a hard time at work, things are stressing you out and you’re at a crossroad in your relationship with Jake but he’ll always fix his mistakes.

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The blaring of your obnoxious alarm fills your ears. Ripping you from your sleep for another day of work, another day of men undermining you, another day of unsolved crimes.

You reluctantly drag yourself out of your bed and get ready. To make matters worse you and your boyfriend Jake were fighting- you wanted him to move in but his fear of commitment made him laugh the topic off and diminish your feelings. You understood his issues, but it wasn’t fair. So you told him you needed space, and surprisingly he hasn’t contacted you yet. Not that you’re necessarily upset about that, you had mixed feelings.

You arrive to work at 9:12am. And there stands holt an eyebrow raised at you. You sigh and begin.

“I’m sorry sir. I got stuck in traffic.”

“So you’re the only one of my detectives late because of traffic, even though you live closest to the precinct.” Holt gives you a stern look and you just nod and walk into his office. He follows you in and shuts the door, you take a seat.

“I’m sorry captain. I don’t know what you expect me to say.”

“I appreciate the apology. But I’m worried about you (Y/L/N), you’re one of the finest detectives in the precinct yet you cannot unsolve simplest of cases?”

“I know. I just have a lot going on right now.”

“Well I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take your cases and put you onto paperwork tasks. I understand it won’t help but it’s protocol.”

You just nod and exit his room, not looking where you’re going you walk right into Hitchcock who spills his coffee all over you. You take a long breath and look right at him. Violent outbursts weren’t your thing, but the stupidity of the situation is making it hard not to punch him in the face.

“Would you watch where you’re going!” You storm off into the women’s bathroom to dry your shirt off. A worried Amy follows you in.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Amy asks, slowly moving towards you where you stand drying your coffee stained blouse.

You look at Amy and can’t help the tears that are filling your eyes. “I’m sorry i’m fine. It’s not big deal.”

Amy puts a hand on your arm, giving you a reassuring smile. “I know you’ve been stressed recently, and I’m sorry that your cases have been reassigned. But think of it as a break. Now you can have time to think.”

You nod and offer her a smile. Amy was undoubtedly your best friend, she had a way of understanding your feelings and you appreciated that more than you could explain.

“Thank you Ames. you’re amazing.” You and Amy share a hug before she leaves the bathroom. You dry your shirt by which time you’ve collected your thoughts. Allowing you to go back out there with a clear head and better intentions.

Walking back to your desk you get a few reluctant glances, you know it’s bad when people look at your like you’re Rosa. Half way through your first paper work task you get a short tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see Jake. He looks worn down, not as enthusiastic as usual. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little bit bad, your aim was not to upset Jake when you said you wanted space, but to give yourself time to think. Which you haven’t even had a chance to do yet.

“I brought you a coffee.” Jake says, it was strange to see him so… calm? The main reason you agreed to go out with Jake was because he made you laugh. Because being with him was easy, you didn’t have to change yourself to be with him and that was all anyone could ask for. But the last few days he has been indifferent, you couldn’t help but blame yourself.

“Thank you.” You smile and take the coffee from his hands. Jake nods and starts to walk away, he glances back at you. Continues to walk, glances back again then walks back to you.

“Can.. we talk later? I know you want space but I hate this. I feel bad and it’s just..”

You cut him off with a sympathetic look. “Jake..” you begin, your tone flat.

“Yeah. sorry.” He walks away, this time not looking back.

You sigh and look to your left where Charles is sitting shaking his head and wiping his eyes. You furrow your brows at him and he takes that as an invite over. He walks over to your desk, his shoulders slumped.

“Can I help you Charles?”

“God. I’m so worried about you and jake. These last few days have been utter hell. I haven’t felt this helpless since Elenor and I divorced. I’m so upset I can’t even eat my stake tartare.”

“Maybe that’s for the best Charles, sounds absolutely disgusting.” You shake your head in disgust, “as for me and Jake we are grown adults and can sort it ourselves. Don’t stress.”

“That’s impossible! I’ll talk to Jake. I know how to solve the issue, a nurturing shower where he tenderly washes your hair with lavender shampoo.”

“Seriously?! Go back to your desk.” You shoo him away with your hand. Accepting defeat, sometimes you feel bad for dismissing Charles, but not today.

By lunch time you made a reasonable dent in your paperwork. You glance over to Jake, he’s doing paperwork too. But nothing is distracting him, not even the fact that captain Holt cracked a smile, at least someone’s in a good mood.

“Come on get your stuff we’re going to get lunch.” Rosa says standing in front of your desk with her arms crossed. Behind her is Gina.

“This doesn’t mean I care about you by the way girl. I need a break from my endless paperwork.”

You look over to Gina’s desk and roll your eyes, she had two files sitting there. “Wow I couldn’t imagine it. Is Amy coming?”

“It was her idea to bring you to lunch, then she got out her colour coordinated file of conflict resolution to help you lighten up. So I told her the wrong place, being around nerds is not what I need right now. Poor Amy sitting alone with nothing but her folder.” Gina shrugs.

You grab your jacket and go out with Gina and Rosa. You go to a cafe near the precinct, the cafe echoed with small talk and coffee pots brewing. It was peaceful compared to the loud precinct, the constant keyboard clicks and nonsense talk could of easily driven you mad.

“Damn I think you ruined Jake’s life, he’s a serious depresso these days.” Gina starts.

“I did not ruin his life. I needed space.”

“Why? Did his immaturity get the better of you?” Rosa questioned, you were slightly surprised at her input. Usually an outing with Rosa entails complete silence.

You sigh taking a sip of your drink. “I wanted us to move in together. He brushed it off saying there’s no need. So I told him I needed space from him and time to think, I feel bad sure but I don’t know what to do. It feels like he doesn’t love me enough to work through these issues.” You swallow back the lump in your throat.

“Mmkay well not to give you a compliment but Jake does love you.” Gina retorts. Rosa nods in agreement.

“You always try to get me to talk about my feelings, so take your own advice and go talk to him.” Rosa added.

“I don’t know what to say, we’ve been together for almost two years and it feels like we’re capped at the newly established relationship part.”

“I think that’s enough relationship talk. Who do you think we are, Amy Santiago? No.” Gina scoffed, as she did the food arrived. You sit with your friends eating lunch and listening to Gina talk about her upcoming dance competition and her love for Beyoncé.

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“Thanks for lunch.” You smile at Gina and Rosa as you sit back at your desk.

“Yeah whatever you’re welcome.” Rosa shrugs. You continue with your work, peacefully getting through your tasks with your mood peaking by the minute.

“(Y/N) can you give these files down to officer Smith?” Your sarge Terry asks, you get the files off his desk and get into the elevator to go downstairs.

It was no secret that the officers downstairs were dicks. They didn’t like you, especially officer Smith as you rejected him years ago. Ever since then he’s been making remarks about you attempting to piss you off, this has been applied to Jake as well because he is your boyfriend. Right after stepping out of the elevator you hear a wolf whistle coming from officer Smith. you roll your eyes and walk to his desk handing him the files.

“A present for me? You shouldn’t have.”

You ignore his words and explain the contents of the files, he doesn’t seem to be even paying attention but you didn’t care. That was until he piped up.

“How come you’re giving me files and not Gina?” You go to speak and he puts his finger to his mouth silencing you. “Don’t tell me the nine nine’s lousiest detective has been placed on desk duty.”

“It’s absolutely none of your business. But even so desk duty is much better than being stuck as a first rate officer for eight wasteful years.”

“Ah typical (Y/L/N) being a bitch when she gets her feelings hurt.”

“You’re pathetic. Don’t you get bored of being a dick?”

“You’re Goddamn insufferable. Just shut the fuck up and clear off.”

“Gladly. When you get off your ass for the first time today make sure to leave these files back.”

With that you walk away, but the cruel words that he shouted after had you clenching your fists and unwillingly crying in the elevator. That man knew how to get under your skin and you hated him with a burning passion. As you walk out of the elevator you wipe your eyes trying to mask the fact you’ve been embarrassingly crying. And once again you collide with someone. Their hands steady you by grabbing your shoulders. You sigh and look up, seeing Jake with a concerned look plastered on his face.

“Are you crying?”

“No.” You scoff as if you’re offended by the accusation.

“What happened?”

“Just Officer Smith being a dick.” You mumble.

His thumb lightly brushes a stray tear from your eye, you unwillingly melt into his touch, it’s warm and makes you feel safe.

“Whatever he said to you is irrelevant. He’s the biggest jerk ever. Don’t stoop down to his level and listen to what he has to say. You’re worth so much more than that.”

“Thank you Jake.” You run your thumb over his knuckles, a soft smile apparent on your face. Jake squeezed your hand three times, and you return the gesture. His face immediately brightens up, your eyes meet and you find yourself getting lost in his.

You hear a clearing of a throat, you look to your side seeing captain Holt stood with him arms crossed. You immediately drop Jake’s hand and he lets go of your shoulder. You both go back to your own desks. Today has made you realise talking to Jake is the best solution, it was only making you both miserable being apart. So you write him a note reading: ‘want to come over later?’ You throw it at him and it hits him in the head.

You watch his reaction to reading it. He scribbles something back on the page and throws it in your direction, but unluckily it hits Holt right in the face as he walks past your desk. You watch Jake’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights as he quickly looks down and pretends to be writing.

“Who on earth threw that?!” Holt rages. Everyone looks up from their desks yet no one takes accountability. Holt picks up the paper and reads it out. “Want to come over later? As long as we can watch die hard. (Ps. that shirt you’re wearing looks hot af)”

Your face turns a deep crimson as you look down at your desk, refusing eye contact. Everyone is quiet, mostly likely mentally scarred by the note. until Charles pipes up.

“WOOHOO!” He yells. “my dream couple are back. Did take my advice Jakey?”

“No Charles. I did not spoon feed her duck soup!”

“Gosh it’s a miracle things worked out.” Charles replied. You look over to Amy who looks just as disgusted as you from Charles’ statement.

“You two my office. Now.” Holt says whilst walking back to his office.

Jake follows behind you into Holt’s office, you both take a seat as does Holt. He does not look happy, or so you assume. He was difficult to read.

“Today started wonderfully. Everyone had work done. I even cracked a smile.” Holt starts. “However you two acting like teenagers is ridiculous! Throwing notes to each other like you’re in middle school?”

“(Y/L/N) started it.” Jake shakes his head in dismay. “She’s such a child.”

“Shut up Peralta.” You smack his arm, making him pull a classic face at you. You roll your eyes and cross you arms looking back at your captain.

“If you two can’t act mature then I’ll have to come up with a plan to keep you apart.”

You both mutter a sorry and he dismisses you. Of course the second you step out of his office you look at Jake and the both of you burst out laughing.

“What did I just say!” Holt shouts out, you both stop laughing and immediately go back to your desks.

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Your door knocked and you went to answer it. standing there is Jake with flowers, a tiny teddy bear and a bag full of snacks. You smile and let him in, letting him know the pizza is on its way.

“For you my lady.” Jake says in a God awful posh accent. You take the flowers and other things from him. You find yourself blushing at the thought of him buying you these things.

“Well aren’t you just a gentleman.” You kiss his cheek, he takes your chin in his hand and moves your face to look at him. Your foreheads touch and he leans in to kiss you, the kiss is tender and loving. You run your free hand through his hair and slowly pull back.

“I’m sorry for not taking things seriously.”

“It’s okay.”

“No I was being an idiot. I love what we have, and of course I want to move in with you. But that freaked me out and I was unfair. I want you to know that I would do anything for you. I want this for us, I want to come home with you every night, I want to wake up next to you every morning. I’m serious about you, I should have just told you that from the start. but I messed things up and to think that I almost ruined us-“

You shut him up by kissing him, you feel his smile against your lips. His hands go to your hips pulling you closer. You slowly pull away and he pulls you into a hug. The scent his cologne fades all the worries and doubts, it was simple. Jake was the only possible person you ever wanted to be with, and things would work out because you both were dedicated to making it work.

“Thank you.” You slowly pull back and stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Okay I’m glad that worked out because I already sold my apartment.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course you did.” You tease.

The pizza arrives and the two of you lay on your couch together, eating pizza and watching die hard for the thousandth time. At this point you swear you could recite the script. But if it makes Jake happy then it makes you happy.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Rosa x Autistic!reader - a bit awkward

Can you write Rosa Diaz x autistic!reader where reader is very shy but wants to meet Rosa's coworkers so she goes to the game night with them at Rosa's apartment, please? :) - Anon💜

Staring at your phone, you bounced your leg up and down as you looked at the message your girlfriend had sent you.

Rosa: you don’t have to come if you don’t want. Your choice.

Rosa was having her game night with her squad, and you were supposed to be going there to drop some stuff off for her.

You wanted to meet her team and get to know them all, but at the same time you were nervous about it.

You didn’t deal well with people at all, you got really nervous and shy around them and found it hard to talk, but you knew with Rosa there it would be easier.

She could keep them away from you and she could always tell when you were getting a little bit too uncomfortable with something or someone.

And you still had a few hours until they would arrive, so at the same time you could also just hide in her bedroom until they all left.

Nodding to yourself, you sent her a reply.

You: I’m coming over I don’t know if I want to take part yet, I’ll be there soon!

With that, you stuffed your phone away, grabbed your jacket, keys and the bag of stuff Rosa had ask for and made your way to her apartment.

You let yourself in with the spare key and set the stuff on the couch, and leant over, kissing the top of your head.

“Thanks babe.” She smiled.

“You’re much welcome, when do they all come?”

“Not for another like two hours.”

Nodding, you walked around and sat next to Rosa, curling yourself into her side and she wrapped her arm around you, running her fingers through your hair.

“You don’t have to be here you know.”

“I know but they’re important to you, and I want to meet them. I just… might be a little awkward.”

“That’s why I’m saying you don’t have to be here moron.”

You laughed softly, resting your head in her lap you looked up at her and smiled, taking her hand in yours you laced your fingers together.

Rosa stared down at you and you smiled a little brighter.

“I love you.”

“You too.”

You smiled brightly up at her.

Rosa was awkward when it came to affection, she had told you she loved you, but she felt more comfortable replying with something else, and you were okay with that.

You were a bit awkward too.

You spent time with her on the couch until finally it came time for her friends to arrive and she lead you through to the bedroom.

Rosa made sure you had snacks and drinks and one of her hoodies, and she sat on the bed next to you.

“Text me if you want ti come out okay?” She asked.

“Yeah. I will don’t worry.”

“You’ll be okay?”

You nodded.

“I’ll be alright.”

Rosa nodded and quickly leant down, kissing you and she pulled away with a grumble when the door went.

“Alright I’ll come check on you.”

“Have fun!”

She grumbled again and you laughed.

Rosa left and closed the door.

You spent maybe an hour watching tv and snacking, Rosa and checked up on you once, but now you were debating what to do.

You could hear them laughing and having fun, and you slowly picked up your phone.

You: I want to come out for a little while.

Rosa: are you sure?

You: I think so..

Rosa: give me a minute.

A few seconds later Rosa came inside and she stood in front of you, brow raised.

“I want to meet them.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. Come on.”

Rosa held out her hand and you took it, wrapping your fingers around hers you let her lead you out of the room.

No one noticed at first, until someone in the kitchen turned around and gasped.

“Who’s this?!” He squealed.

“Shut up Boyle!” Rosa hissed.

Everyone went quiet and turned around, and you shuffled behind rosa a little bit.

“Who’s that?” A man asked.

Rosa sighed.

“This is my girlfriend, (Y/N). She wanted to meet you all but she’s shy, so if any of you make her uncomfortable I will break your bones.”

Everyone laughed nervously and you smiled at her.

They introduced themselves and Amy gestured to the seat next to her.

“You can sit here if you like.”

Nodding, you padded over and sat next to her.

“What’s it like dating Rosa?” Jake asked.

“Jake!” Rosa snapped.

You laughed a little, shaking your head.

“It’s uh.. it’s nice. Good.” You said.

Everyone smiled and nodded, and much to Rosa’s dismay they kept asking questions and you happily answered them.

But she didn’t say anything, because slowly she could see you getting more and more comfortable as the time went off, and you began to take part in games.

When you needed a break, you’d wonder away but you would always come back