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fabricated-misslieness · 1 year ago

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: gekko x male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: gekko hopes its a simple crush, one that'll pass, but he hasn't had one since the first light, so his expectations for how this will go are skewed. slightly.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4761

reader knows spanish but doesn't look like he does

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: guess whos back baby

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"You might want to keep your little friends in check." Reyna remarks. She leads a steady pace as she guides Gekko through the halls of what will be his new home away from home, yet the new recruit still has to fight to keep up. "There are quite a few rule-enforcers here."

His eyes wander everywhere, from the mundane tiled floors through which he could see his own reflection to the interesting sign declaring the firing range. He rushes forward to catch up with Reyna, "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, she only nods her head towards one of his buddies. Wingman. "Hey! Dude, put that down!" Then there were "Mosh, Dizzy that is not how you play baseball! And not where you should, either." and finally "Thrash! You little monster, get back here!"

"That is what I mean." Reyna smirks, and Gekko could do nothing but laugh nervously.

"I promise they won't go wandering off, at least not without me."

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At first, he didn't know why Reyna would be so apprehensive; then, when his friends snuck out of his room without permission and caused havoc in the living quarters that led to Brimstone scolding him with a passive-aggressiveness he's never quite witnessed before, he understood. But it wasn't so bad—he kept them under control afterwards, and even then, there was only so much they could do in terms of destruction. He hadn't thought about what else they could do, at least not until he met you.

"Dizzy?"

Where was she? She couldn't have gone far. Well, she could fly, but she did it slowly. How could she have gotten past him so easily?

She's done it before, actually, usually in the mornings, but it was the afternoon now. She usually made her own way back to him too, but it had been to long and Gekko was starting to worry.

"Dizzy!" Gekko opens a door and calls obnoxiously, for he wasn't expecting what he saw before him.

He saw you, and her; and you were sleeping, the both of you. Dizzy slept often when there wasn't much action, and he guesses that you do too, although his loud call disturbs you from your sleep.

You stretch your limbs above your head and roll over to face him, unfortunately knocking Dizzy off the couch.

"Shit, sorry for waking you."

He swoops down to pick Dizzy off her back but you do it before he can. The little critter snuggles into your chest and Gekko swear she can feel the gesture himself as his chest warms.

"Mm, 's all good." You reply, words slurred like you're too lazy or tired to put in the effort to speak.

"You sleep a lot." Why did he say that?

"Do I?" You yawn, "Sometimes the couch is more comfortable than my bed could ever be."

"Maybe it's the feeling that it's different." Gekko suggests. He wonders if he should sit, but where would he? You take up the length of the couch and anywhere would be intrusive. He didn't want to be intrusive but... he also wanted to sit with you. He settles for an arm rest.

"You mean, like novelty?"

"What?"

You snicker, and he feels a warmth spread up to his cheeks, whether shame or something else, he doesn't know. "Nevermind."

Maybe he shouldn't have stuck around in the first place. Gekko sweeps Dizzy from your embrace, missing the disappointment on your face in his haste, and moves to make his quick escape with a swift excuse, "I think that was Reyna calling my name. Right? Yeah, I think so. I'll, uh, see you later."

He's out the door before he can even hear your own goodbye.

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"Reyna, I need you to make up an excuse for me."

The conversation starter certainly gets Reyna interested. "Harbor needed you?"

"No, I mean, an excuse for why you would call me." At that, she raises an eyebrow. She also glances at Dizzy, who remains in Gekko's arms and not in his bag.

But first came making up an excuse, she cared for him, after all. "Gun training." It's only then that he notices the gun in her hands. Reyna raises a smirk and turns back to the targets, "Why?"

"Well, I..." Gekko grabs a rifle from the rack and decides to shoot along with her, maybe to keep his mind off things. "I don't know, really."

Reyna doesn't prod. Instead, she fixes his stance and continues to shoot.

He tries to focus, to recall everything Reyna's told him before on shooting. He's good at it, maybe not better than Reyna but certainly better than Neon; she relied more on her finger guns, after all, but today he was worse. Thoughts ran rampant through his mind without limit, and it felt like they would spill out from his ears.

He shoots and he misses and he shoots again and he misses again.

"¿Que paso, cariño?" (What happened, dear?)

"No sé." (I don't know.)

He takes a deep breath and steadies his gun on the target's head. You sleep a lot. Why did he say that, instead of anything else?

He shoots and he misses.

"Steady your gun, steel yourself–"

"I know." Gekko interrupts her, "You've said it a million times." He's too frustrated, lost in his mind that he doesn't watch his tone.

"Well, you're not following it today." Reyna's voice is like a dagger. It cuts his thoughts and brings him back to reality.

"Sorry."

She shakes her head, "You're off your game. Do you know why?"

"I'm acting before thinking."

"But now you're thinking too much."

Gekko can only offer a shrug. He only had one possible explanation, and that was it. Reyna sighs, "¿Supongo que es algo sobre tus sentimientos?" How could she tell? Gekko's face becomes the answer, and Reyna can read him easy. "A crush." (I'm guessing it's something about your feelings?)

Gekko's had his fair share of crushes. He knows the telltale signs, he knows the heat on his skin, the sweat, the feeling he can't quite name, how his mouth can't catch up with his thoughts and his face won't seem to cooperate.

He's just not so sure he has one on you. What did he see in you? You were pretty, you were smart, you've saved his ass more than once in missions, you were handsome—could he go on? Yes, yes he could. Okay, he saw it.

Reyna breaks him out of his thoughts, "This is not something I can help you with."

"Why not?" She only raises an eyebrow in return and Gekko remembers who he's talking to. "Yeah, okay."

Normally she would fire back with sass but now she just laughs, "Sage would be better help."

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Gekko didn't seek out Sage's help. He didn't need it. This was just a simple crush. It would pass, just like most others. He was just crushing on you because of the–how did you put it?–novelty of it all. You were a new person in his life, a person much cooler than him. He was just adjusting to getting new friends so suddenly.

Now Thrash was gone. For a creature so loud, she made no sound when she snuck out of his bag and or his room.

"Thrash?" She could only have so much energy. Either he'd find her or her globule.

But then—a sound.

"You can't be sneaky anymore," He calls out as he walks, slower now in order to not startle her immediately, "I can hear you~"

As he rounds the corner, he spots her trying to hide behind a plant pot. He could see the top of her head behind the leaves. He walks even slower, makes his footsteps even quieter, and shuts his mouth. He would catch her soon, but only if he was careful. If he wasn't...

...she would run. "No, Thrash, don't go!"

And suddenly there was a chase. Thrash rounded sharp corners swiftly and Gekko followed behind much more sloppily. He held onto the wall's edge to swing himself around it and gain momentum, but she just kept going faster. "You have nowhere to go!"

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Watching the agents in the simulated training room was always good entertainment. Especially since the team took out the fierce nanobomb collab bot together, as now the agents wanted to try facing them on their own again. Doing it together proved it was defeatable; doing it alone would prove they were skilled.

On your end, you would rather save yourself the trouble... and also bet with Yoru along the way, which, really, was a scam.

"Why do I keep betting for the agents if we both know the bot will win?"

Yoru shrugs, "That's a problem for you and your wallet."

You scoff, "You little sl–"

Suddenly, a huge creature falls into your arms. You recognize her immediately as Thrash by the slimy feeling of her underside. You also recognize that she's knocked your mug out of your hands. What a detain! The problem is that mug was not yours, and instead, it was Commander Brim's huge dad mug. Oh, you were in so much trouble.

You brace yourself for the shattering of the porcelain but it never comes. Instead, you find Gekko again. He stands quickly with the mug in his hands and flashes you an apologetic smile.

Begging for attention, Thrash turns over on her back, placing her rough back against your hands instead and chirps as if to plead, and you know just what for. You scratch, scratch, scratch behind her ear, below her chin, and on her slimy stomach. She seems so pleased that she disappears into a globule right in your hands and takes her sticky residue with her.

"I'm so sorry." Gekko takes her immediately and places her in his bag.

"It's okay."

His eyes drag down and he gasps dramatically, "Oh no! I got a huge stain on you!"

You only laugh and reply "It's okay." again. "Although, I do wonder why your little critters are seeking me out."

"I don't know neither..." Gekko admits himself. He scratches the back of his neck, pondering for a second, and you can't help but find it cute.

Your attention is ripped away by the blue edgy man behind you, "It looks like you pissed yourself."

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes.

Gekko takes the opportunity to leave, but as soon as he steps out the door, as soon as he can't see you anymore, his thoughts decide to be rational, or irrational, as they are only about you. He was down bad.

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The main meeting was over. Gekko was set to join the next mission in Norway, and you were to stay in HQ. Maybe he was a little disappointed that you weren't coming with, but at least you wouldn't be in any danger. He was glad about that, if anything.

Groups divided to talk, really, about anything. That was one of the main things Gekko was surprised about. Everyone talked so freely. The atmosphere felt like one of his big family reunions.

But he wasn't talking to anyone. He was only looking.

You really were so cool. Everyone here was cool but he always seemed to be especially entranced with you. He could stare at you like a painting on the wall, except that was the problem. He could never approach you on his own.

His buddies, however, seemed to have no problem with it. "Dizzy, wait!" He whisper-shouts.

Dizzy ignores him and curls into a ball and rolls your way, a new technique Gekko'd never seen before from her, knocking at your feet until you pick her up. You continue your conversation like it's nothing and mindlessly pet at the critter in your arms. Gekko can do nothing but watch.

He was jealous of his own buddies for being able to approach you so easily, but it was also heartwarming to see you regard them so fondly.

Reyna leans on the wall next to Gekko, letting her heels announce her presence. "Te ves estupido." (You look stupid.)

Gekko's eyebrows scrunch up, "What the fuck, Reyna?"

She only laughs, "Es la verdad." (It's true.)

He scoffs and turns back away from her, and it's only natural his eyes fall on you. "Is it Dizzy you're looking at, or him?"

"Him?"

Reyna continues to read him like an open book. It's the way it says it–him, so softly, like speaking is the first thing on his mind and like staring at you is his only priority–that answers her question.

"For your sake, let's say both."

"Reyna?" Gekko perks up, all shy and timid.

It was interesting to her. "Hm..?"

"Do you know why they stick around him so much?"

Reyna knew what he was talking about, who "they" was and especially who "he" was. It was endearing how he trusted her with these things. But she had already told him before. She wasn't good help with these sorts of things. "You're the critter handler."

"Right..."

"But," She still had a hypothesis, "las mascotas hacen lo que sus dueños les muestran." She sends a wink somewhere ahead and Gekko takes a look, only to find you offering the two of them a smile. He almost melts. Thank God you don't know Spanish. (Pets do what their owners show them.)

"Reyna...¡para de echarle leña al fuego!" He whines. (Stop adding fuel to the fire!)

"Aww," Reyna coos, almost like she's going to pull his cheeks, "no huyas de las oportunidades, cariño." (Don't run from opportunities, dear.)

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Pets do what their owners show them. What did that mean? Dizzy liked to sleep, he supposes so does he. Sometimes Wingman tries to sneak a drink from his boba. The whole bunch of them have a lot of energy, and he knows others see that in him. But why would she bring that up now? I do wonder why they always seek me out... Oh no. They liked you too, which really did confirm he had a crush.

"Ay, diosito, cómo te he provocado..?" Gekko groans, sinking his head further into his pillow. A knock to his door. Thinking it's just Neon, or maybe even Phoenix, he shouts "Come in!" from the bed.

However, instead of an electrically charged or pyrokinetic agent, it's you. "Hi, Gekko."

"Oh!" He straightens up on the bed.

Either his surprise woke them or they sensed your presence; whatever the case, his little buddies wake from their slumber in his discarded globule bag. They pounce on you harmlessly. Thrash climbs up to your shoulder, Dizzy flies atop your head and Wingman hugs your legs. Mosh obediently stays a globule on the table, but he threatens to roll off the edge. You catch him before he can create a pit.

"Hey guys. How are ya?" You push Wingman onto just one of your legs so you can wobble towards his bed, which is of course still quite the task, but you finish it all the same.

You plop yourself down next to him on the bed and, he doesn't notice it but, he scoots closer. "Reyna wanted me to check up on you. Said she was worried."

"..why?" He had a feeling he knew why, but he asks anyway.

"It's almost eleven."

Gekko glances at the alarm clock on his table. "Oh."

"I'll admit," You begin with a small laugh to mask your evident anxiousness, "I was quite worried too."

"I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to apologize all the time, you know." Your growing smile lights one up on his face as well. "Well, let's see, do you have a fever? Did you not get enough sleep last night?"

"No, I–"

Despite him denying it, you press a hand to his cheek, then his forehead. "My, you're burning up."

He pushes your hand away, "It's not what you think."

"Really?" But you bring it back up to monitor the heat on his cheeks.

"I assure you, I'm fine." He nods, taking your hand in his so that you don't continue to raise the temperature on his cheeks in a way you don't even notice. He's never seen you so worried before. Usually, you were so laid back and chill. This was a new side of you he didn't expect, and a part of him felt warmed by the thought that you cared for him so dearly.

"Do I need to tell Brim to take you out of the upcoming mission?" You stress, fighting his hold that keeps you away.

"Really! I'm all good!" He squeezes your hand to reassure you. "You don't have to worry about me."

You huff but nod, "Okay, fine. But if you are bedridden tomorrow, don't say I didn't try."

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He's glad, for once, that one of his buddies doesn't lead him to you. Instead, he finds his way to you on his own, whether for good or for worse. It was just a crush that he wanted to end. But he was prolonging it when he was with you, alone; although, he couldn't just avoid you. He really did want to be around you. It's a dilemma.

"What are you doing here?" It was mid-afternoon. Lunch was over two hours ago and he was sure he saw you there, and not only because his gaze always drifted towards you like a magnet.

"Oh, hey Gekko." Your voice is cheerful as you greet him. "It was meant to be a surprise, but I'm baking cookies... or cupcakes. Can't decide."

"For who?" He curiously asks.

"Celebration for after the mission, so everyone, but I guess... you."

His face quickly lights up with surprise, "Oh." Then a grin makes itself present on his lips. He's trying to hide it, but he can't and you spot it.

You chuckle, and a little shame climbs up his cheeks and surely paints them pink. "You're welcome to help, if you're not actually sick. "

"I told you, I'm not," He shakes his head with a laugh, "and I'd like that."

"What do you like?" You move to maneuver the cabinets much more familiar to you, grabbing flour from the top ones and eggs from the fridge and milk and all. "Between cupcakes and cookies, I mean."

In his growing anxiousness, Wingman sneaks out of his bag. His eyes remain on you, watching your every move. He could definitely mess this up if he wasn't careful. "Cupcakes. More toppings that way."

"You're right."

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Wingman hopping and trying to grab the flour off the counter. "Hey, Wingman..." He warns sternly, "no te atrevas." (don't you dare.)

You push the flour out of the little man's reach and play along, "You mess things up, I'll mess you up!"

Gekko follows your lead. He hasn't really baked anything before, except for the cake boxes at the grocery store. He was... out of his field of expertise. Wingman, too, tries to help, and he has half the mind to put him back in the globule pack but you seemed to be enjoying his presence. It could be worse. Wingman was his only buddy that had actual appendages.

Everything you called for, he reached for. Cinnamon? Vanilla extract? Whatever it was, he looked for it, even if he didn't always know where it was; unless Wingman beats him to it.

Sometimes neither of them could find it, though, which meant you had to go for it yourself. The space between the counters was limiting, hardly enough comfortable space for one person. Maneuvering around each other should've been hard, but you had a simple solution.

You take his hips in your warm hold and pull him gently to the side, then walk past him. It only takes a few seconds. Usually he wouldn't allow himself to be so malleable, nor would he let this pass; but you were you. It got him quite confused but also so enamored. Your touch absolutely brought tingles up his side. It was driving him crazy.

"Three trays." You announce as you close the oven. "Good enough, yeah?"

"..yeah." His eyes trace your figure as you stand up proudly, hands on your hips. You were beautiful. Your smile shined brightly, your eyes crinkled with the same joy, and he couldn't keep his eyes away.

"Gekko?"

You were just lovely.

"Mateo?"

At the use of his actual name, Gekko shakes his trance off. "Yeah?" His voice breaks and he fights the urge to shrink in on himself. He clears his throat, "What did you say?"

"They'll be ready in about twenty minutes, so we've got time for a break."

He nods his head slowly, "Okay. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, I–oh no." Your face drops suddenly.

He follows your petrified gaze down, down at himself. "What? Oh." His waist was absolutely covered in flour the shape of your handprints that stood out stark white against his lilac tee.

"I am so sorry, Mateo." You place a hand over your mouth, "I–"

He pulls it down before you can cover your lips with inedible flour, "It's okay. Just like that stain on your pants a few days ago, right?"

You laugh, comforted by how quickly he got to consoling you. "Yeah, alright." But you lift your hand to show him one last thing, his fingers stained in flour from holding yours. "Oopsie."

Gekko bursts out laughing, and you laugh along with him.

Wingman hops up and down–for a little guy he jumps real high–to catch your attention. Much to Gekko's dismay, you give it to him.

"Who's such a good little helper? You are, Wingman, right? You are~"

He doesn't know whether to be jealous or happy.

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"Mateo, hey!"

He loves the way his names roll off your tongue. It feels sweet, like the cupcakes you'd made together, even if he'd promised to hold off and eat them after the mission. You said so perfectly, too, without even the slight hint of an English accent. He loves the smile you send his way too and how cute you look waving at him for attention; but you hadn't gotten his attention, after all. He wasn't listening, too focused on your face.

"Mateo?" You call again.

He clears his throat, right, yeah, you were saying something, "What's up?"

"Good luck." You nod encouragingly. "Not that you'll need it."

"Well, I still appreciate it." He offers a grin, "Thank you. I'll make sure to come back in one piece," He doesn't know where the sudden courage comes from, but he winks and says, "just for you, of course."

You shake your head with a laugh, "You better."

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It was the most beautiful, no, one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen in his life.

The mission went successfully, so there was some extra time for perusing an actually inhabited and not evacuated part of Norway. He had no idea this would be here, this tulip field. Huge rows of different colored flowers shined under the golden hour of the setting sun. The ship was coming soon and he'd have to leave soon, and normally he wouldn't even want to leave, but now he only wished you were here to see this with him.

He snaps a pic and turns around, but not before a thought occurs to him. There were so many... thousands of them. Surely a single pink tulip wouldn't be missed?

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"Dios, te amo... te amo tanto." The cupcakes taste so good! They made him want to kiss you right now, so badly, but he knew he couldn't, even with his mind half-drunk off sweetness. (God, I love you. I love you so much.)

You raise a brow and Gekko is so glad you don't know Spanish because it almost looked like you knew what he said. "What does that mean?"

But he's still petrified, "Don't worry about it..."

"It means the cupcakes are great, sort of." Reyna places a hand on Gekko's shoulder as she settles down next to him, a cupcake in her other hand. It's decorated with dark chocolate, which is certainly fitting. "Cuidate, Mateo."

"Right..." Gekko shakes her off.

"How was the mission?" You ask.

"Oh, it went great," He perks up in his seat, "everyone did so well. Harbor's water powers were cool as always and Skye didn't flash anybody! Wingman even got to plant the spike."

"Mateo did a significantly good job." Reyna states, patting his head in an attempt to ruffle his hair up, "He deserves some praise... but he also made some funny mistakes."

"Really? What'd he do?"

Gekko can only sit there and listen to Reyna make fun of him endearingly while you listened to her every word. He chimes in with his own jokes about the situation as a way to lighten his own shame.

"Nuh-uh, Reyna, you know I–"

"Almost tumbled down the steps?" She smirks, "You could've squashed Mosh into a pit."

He groans and hides his face with his hands. His mistakes were bound to run out soon enough, right? No more of listening to this anymore. Except they aren't over yet when Gekko perks back up.

You wrap a comforting arm around Gekko's shoulders and it causes him to stiffen up. You, on the other hand, seem so nonchalant; but he can tell with the way you glance at him that you're nervous too, maybe over him. It's reassuring.

It also means the jokes come piling in, now that he's comfortable.

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The tulip in his hand is red, a deep pigmented red. If he'd have thought about it–or maybe he didn't even know about the language of flowers–he would've googled its meaning. Red tulips are a sign of confession and love, much like roses, but, to him, roses would've been way too romantic. It was just a little crush, after all.

Your friendship was blossoming. He was finally becoming more comfortable around you. What if it went wrong? What if this would mess everything up?

"Mateo?"

It was just a little crush. It could still pass; but Reyna had told him not to let opportunities go to waste, and she always had objective suggestions for him.

He turns to you with a jump, placing the tulip on the hallway table behind him and hiding it with his body. "Hey."

But he didn't have it in him.

"Something wrong?"

"No." He shakes his head, "Everything's fine."

Gekko's buddies had a deep love for you, and, unlike Gekko, they didn't have shame. Wingman pops out of his pack without even alerting him. He made sure to be sneaky and quiet, but Gekko's attention was entirely on you, so he didn't have much to worry about.

Wingman snatches the tulip from the table with a little hop, and the "plop" sound of his feet making contact with the ground again alerts Gekko, but by the time he looks down he's already at your feet.

"Bloop." Wingman holds the flower high.

"Hey, little guy, this for me?" You bring him up with one arm, taking the tulip with the other. "Don't think you got this all on your own. This yours, Mateo?"

"Yeah." He admits.

"Thank you." He watches you attentively, waiting to see a big, drastic reaction. "A red tulip..."

"Listen, I–" He clears his throat, preparing himself only briefly in his mind. "Te quiero, tanto y no tengo ni la primera idea como decirtelo, pero sí puedo decir que tu eres increible y tan, tan bonito. Soy tan estupido que te lo estoy diciendo en español y tu no sabes lo que estoy diciendo y sera muy dificil decirtelo otra vez en ingles. Mierda." The words fall out his mouth like tumbling dominos. (I like you, so much, and I have no idea how to tell you, but I can tell you that you are incredible and so so beautiful. I am so stupid that I'm telling you this in Spanish and you don't know what I'm saying and it'll be so hard to tell you in English. Shit.)

"Increible, ha?" You snicker, shaking your head, "Quiero que sepas que te encuentro muy bonito tambien." (Incredible, huh? I want you to know that I find you very beautiful too.)

What? "Tu sabes español?!" (You know Spanish?!)

"Sí, amor." (Yes, love.)

"Dios santisimo..." Gekko could melt into a puddle right then and there. He covers his face with his hand and breathes out a sigh, but it's one of relief. (God...)

"Ah, y," You begin, placing Wingman down and cupping his cheek, in the process moving his hand away from his beautiful face. "te quiero tambien." (Oh, and, I like you too.)

Maybe he rushes, but he can't hold back with the warmth your hand brings to his face. He kisses you, and even if it was rushing, you kiss him back. It's nothing and everything like he's imagined at the same time and he can't have enough.

Thank you, Wingman.

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seneitut · 1 year ago

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Hello! Can I request Gekko x male reader that finds Gekko jerking off while they have a sleepover? Of course if you're not comfortable doing that feel free to ignore it. Have a nice day and thank you!

“Vehemence”

[Gekko/Male!Reader]

Words: 3.5K

Tags: Fluff, NSFW +18, voyerism, masturbation, Handjob, Oral sex, more fluff, both of them being so in love(?) Sub!Gekko, Dom!Reader

Warning: There is a slight part where you could read it as non-consent but nothing much happens. Either way, remember! Consent is sexy and very much appreciatted!

[I had so much fun writing this hehe :3c Made the last revision at a restaurant hope it was worth it. This is for you all horndogs!!!!]

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It's hot.

It's so damned hot, he is this close to start stripping down out of his own skin to feel some sort of relief.

The windows are closed in this tiny room of yours, and with no way to let the air get in, Gekko thinks this is the closest to a furnace he will ever be in. He wonders how the fuck did you survive living in this place before moving into the protocol. Did you just get used to it, was this normal to you?

A little warning wouldn't have hurt before accepting. You should have let him know that his body was going to become roasted by the time morning rolls around instead of making sweet eyes and offering a room by your side.

Not that he complains about that, he was more than eager to accept the offer with no regards to what it could possibly mean for your relationship. Because who would dare to reject their long time crush sharing a bed together? Besides, it was either that or a hotel with a bunch of duelists who decided to reserve at last minute two rooms for the night.

And he doesn’t want to deal with Phoenix and Yoru in a single room, thank you. These women might be okay sharing one space and not complain about it, but he’s not and doesn’t want to be the third wheel of these dumbasses throughout the night.

It's a win-win situation for everyone. Phoenix will finally have his alone time with Yoru, and Gekko can have his own time with you.

Although this bonding would be better if you were awake and not sleeping soundlessly. As soon as you changed clothes and hit the bed, you might as well be dead to the world. A heavy sleeper you are, damn.

Maybe if he were more brave, a little cuddle session might have taken place. He knows you wouldn’t mind if asked, but with how shy Gekko is when it comes to physical affection— at least when it is about you— and with how sweaty he was getting, the embarrassment might not be suitable for him to handle nor the overwhelming feelings flustering him.

The furry covers sweltering against his skin, his pillows hard and warm on his head and the shorts you lended him tightening on the crotch side are starting to get the worse of him.

It's almost like everything around was trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible to make him lose his mind when all he wants is to bask in your presence and perhaps daydream with you a little bit.

Gekko sighs.

You’re sleeping peacefully right beside him, a little too close to his personal space, snoring softly and lips parted slightly letting out puffs of warm breath against his bare shoulder. If it weren’t because he was getting sweaty and uncomfortable with the covers and his shorts, he would have gotten nervous with having you this close.

He was second-guessing himself over his decision. Maybe this was not good at all, perhaps staying with Phoenix and Yoru wasn’t going to be that bad. Hell, staying with the girls was an option too knowing how in love he was with you.

You suddenly roll around, startling him, and close the small gap between your bodies. Trying to fix your position while sleeping, you end up hugging his torso, burrowing your head on his neck and throwing a leg over him until your knee brushes against his pelvis.

Gekko can't help but gasp when the stimulation awakens his sex. Your dormant body moves on its own, accommodating yourself until you land a comfortable position and unconsciously rubbing your knee up and down until you find the perfect spot without noticing all you're doing is making friction against his cock.

Face warm and biting his lower lip to stop his groan, Gekko wishes your actions didn't have this effect so fast on him. Up this close, he can feel the pressure of your own dick against his thigh and soft breaths against his neck—you're making him lightheaded and horny and he doesn’t know how to stop it.

With reluctance, he decides to push you away, avoiding touching you where he shouldn't until some healthy distance is made and he can finally breathe.

You mutter something in your sleep, his name, in that sweet voice of yours which ignites the want and desire burning him from the inside and runs down his veins.

He wants to desperately touch himself and get rid of this boner and you, splayed next to him with your neck bare and the covers barely hiding your own arousal in the tight boxers you're wearing, isn't helping with how enticing you look in his eyes.

His cock twitched inside his trousers with the idea of release, while his hands get clammy with how often he flexes them to distract his urge to masturbate. Gulping once, twice, he thinks 'fuck it' before kicking down the covers and pulling down the trousers to free his hard member from its confines.

The soft glow of the moon through the window gives enough light to see the precum gathering at the tip of his cock, fully erect with the veins protruding on the sides. He scratches softly around the base, teasing himself, and his fingers caress the sides of his member with a feather-like touch until he is cupping his balls with one hand.

Fuck, he really is doing this, huh.

His thumb runs down the tip, covering the head in slick circular motions and giving in the barest stimulation to keep himself on edge. Gekko knows he should be working on this faster and get it over with, but there is this darkening thought clouding his lusted mind that he will never get the chance to have the person of his affection this close nor vulnerable for him to be able to fantasize freely.

Besides, the fact that you could be waking up anytime, catching him with his hand engulfing his hard cock and masturbating has him reeling in adrenaline.

Gekko moves his hand slowly, throwing his head back against the pillows and squirming when relief floods over his body. Biting his lower lip to refrain from making noises, he breathes out harshly, gasping, when one specific stroke sends a shiver down his spine.

He peeks at you, deep in slumber and still displayed for him to oogle you without shame. His eyes travel from your lips to your neck, down your chest until it lands on your dick and your thighs. Thinks he wouldn't mind sucking you off while masturbating, finds it fascinating that even through the boxers, your member looks engorged and enticing that his mouth waters just imagining its taste.

“Ah, fuck—” His hand trembles when he accelerates the rythym, closing his eyes and gasping softly with the slow movements on his cock.

Gekko has been thrusting into his hand unconsciously, trying to chase after the pleasurable feeling and wanting nothing more than to cum with your name on his lips, that his hand is now covered in so much slick it makes the sliding easier and quicker for him to handle.

“Oh, oh! God-” He groans loudly this time, mouth parting in a silent gasp when his thumb stimulates the head of his dick once again.

His other hand is holding onto the bed sheets to ground himself, too lost in the euphoria of reaching his orgasm he fails to notice a pair of eyes watching him perform this filthy act without shame.

Hips stuttering, he snatches his hand away to stop himself from cumming. The tightening knot that was about to be released screams in agony for the denial of breaking point. Gekko was so close to spurting every bit of his semen all over his stomach and thighs, he found the perfect chance to delay his moment of climax and wait a little more to keep getting himself on edge.

Gekko opens his eyes, breathing slowly until his eyes travel to his still standing cock between his legs. There is a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and stomach, proof of the act that took place, and feels his whole body burning from the heat and frying his brain with lust.

Lightheaded and pleasure clouding his senses, he thinks he imagines things when a hand that is not his makes presence on his field of view and grabs the base of his dick firmly.

Bucking his hips, Gekko moans loudly when the hand starts masturbating him without a warning. Sparking the dying heat into something stronger that his whole body can feel the burning of the chase after his release.

“Go on, keep going.” Your voice startles him. Lips caressing the shell of his ear while you whisper words of encouragement. “You were giving me such a show. How filthy of you, Gekko, to have fun without inviting me.”

“Fuck, fuck!” He leans his head to your side, locking eyes through the darkness and a shiver runs down his spine with how heavy your gaze is. Gekko groans when your fingers squeeze the head of his cock, moving your thumb in circular motions. “Please, god, please!”

“Am I a god now?” you tease. Scooting away from him, but maintaining your hand moving up and down slowly, you kiss his cheek and make your way down his chest, biting and sucking on his skin until you land near his stomach where your breath hits the sensitive skin. “Preach to me like your god, Gekko. Be a good boy, yeah?”

Taking your hand away, Gekko whines in protest, desperate to cum and hips lifting to feel the friction of your hand grabbing his dick. Whatever words he was going to utter die at the back of his throat, replaced by garbling noises with the shock of having your lips wrapping at the head of his member.

Entering your wet mouth feels like a fever dream, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you bob up and down his pulsating cock. Your tongue lays flat on the underside of his member, mapping out the protruding veins on the shaft and making pressure to keep the stimulation constant while giving him oral.

Gekko can't help but moan your name with shame burning his face, hands flying to the back of your head and thrusting against your throat that tightens around his cock with every pulsating second.

“Please, let me cum, please.” Gekko chants your name like a prayer, hips rising from the bed to chase your mouth, sucking him off with desperation.

Moaning around his member, Gekko finally crumbles under your touch. His orgasm hits hard and just right, that starts bursts behind his eyelids and the burning fire explodes on your mouth with heavy spurts of his seed.

Never mind the iron grip he had on your head, locking it in place while he rides the waves of his climax and you take a deep breath to stay still and let him be.

His semen is hot and heavy on your tongue, salty with something else you cannot put a name on. You drink every drop as if it were an elixir, milking him from all he is worth until there is nothing else but overstimulation coursing through his veins.

Gekko whines, satisfied and tired, and tries to make you back away because the extra stimulation is killing him in a way he finds exciting and wanting for more. Is a masochist thinking, because he is close to passing out from one single climax he can't begin thinking about cumming a second time, but craves for it.

“No more…please, ah—!” Sucking harshly on the tip of his cock, Gekko moans. His hands lay flat on the bed, breathing through big gasps of air and gulping down the saliva that was pooling in his mouth.

“Look at you,” you comment, hovering over his body menacingly. “So spent after the first round.”

Taking the trousers off that were hanging by his knees, Gekko is finally naked and bare for you to admire with greed.

He is breathing rapidly, trying to still and calm his rapid heartbeats pounding loudly against his ribcage. You've never noticed before, but the tattoos framing his arms go way deeper, covering part of his chest and down his navel in intricate swirls of colors and contrasting against his color skin.

God, he is just a work of art.

The sight makes you tremble with eagerness, because all of this? Just for you? You hit the jackpot.

Squirming under you, Gekko groans, feeling exposed in so many ways he doesn't know where to begin. But somehow, he likes watching you being above him, with this imposing aura of strength and power he could probably start swooning if it weren't for how tired he feels or the embarrassment that would wash over him for exposing his feelings so openly.

Gekko watches you with bated breath when you cage him between your legs, taking your shirt off ever so slowly, giving him a little show of flexing your arms and uncovering the skin inch by agonizing inch.

Throat dry, Gekko gasps when you lower your boxers low enough to free your member, bouncing against your stomach and perking up in attention.

For fucks sake, your dick up close is so fucking big he can't help but whine with desire.

The fire gets ignited when you wrap your fingers around your cock and begin moving it in languid motions. Your eyes are scorching, burning him with want and desire swimming in those orbs of yours, and observing every change in expression.

To your delight, Gekko's face flushes when you lean in, and hold your weight with one arm against the headboard, the other still occupied, jerking you off and guiding it to his mouth. His breath gets caught in his throat because the tip of your cock brushes against his lips, painting them with your slick and making a mess out of it.

“Open your mouth wide, baby boy.” You demand sweetly. And who is he but someone who loves to obey you.

Gekko parts his lips gently, opening them for you to start bullying your way into his wet cave and testing the waters to see how rough you could get with him.

The hand that was holding your dick travels to his chin, helping him open wider his mouth until you could no longer push in. He gags when the tip hits the back of his throat, surprised to see that he's only halfway and a little bit more through your cock.

Looking up, Gekko groans, the vibrations sending you reeling with lust and gasping for air when his tongue toys with your veiny shaft.

You start moving your hips slowly, to let him get used to the size and width before accelerating the pace. Gekko's hands desperately grab at your backside, playing with your ass and the muscle of your thigh, encouraging you to move faster and deeper inside his mouth.

He is loving every second of it, despite the tingling sensation at the back of his throat and how hard it is to breathe. This is what he imagined your cock tasted like; musky and salty, addictive to his paladar he fears he will be begging to suck on your cock often with how this is playing out in his favor.

“That's good, Mateo.” Your praise goes straight to his cock. “Suck me harder, baby, Milk me dry.”

Holy shit.

Gekko sucks the head of your dick in earnest, eyes wide and pleading while looking at you with adoration swimming on his hazel eyes. There is spit and precum gathering around his mouth and rolling down his chin the hardest he tries to deep throat, the hardest he tries to pleasure you as good as you did him. Gekko wants nothing more than for you to remember him every time you jerk off, because he knows for sure you will be on his mind every time he touches himself.

He moans, the vibrations traveling to your engorged member, and his nails dig into the muscle of your thigh for good.

You don't have to look back to know he has just come again, feeling the spurts of his semen hit your backside and feeling him squirming to desperately feel your ass against his chest.

“Good boy.” You mutter, making some distance to hold your cock in hand and chase after your own release. “You've done good.”

His fucked out face should have told you enough that the boy was pleased, but you haven't finished yet. A hand under his chin and your other hand furiously jerking you off, you aim at his face the moment the tight knot breaks inside you and cum paints his features.

Gasping for air, Gekko tries his best to open his mouth to drink in your seed, barely able to have some land on his tongue and gulp it down with a wide smile on his face.

There is a silence that envelops you both, breathing harshly and rapidly that it feels like no air is circulating at all.

Standing up, you walk towards the only window in the room and open it, letting the fresh breeze of the night wash over you with the light of the moonlight outlining your form.

Gekko could swear you were like an angel in his eyes; glorious, beautiful, that your filthy act of pleasure could be overshadowed with only one look in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” You ask. Laying down next to him, you brush your hand through his short hair in soothing motions. There is a towel in your other hand, he doesn't know where it came from. “I'm going to clean you up, okay?”

Nodding, he lets himself be handled by your attentive care. Cleaning his face, down his chest and taking away the dry cum by his stomach and thigh, he sighs blissfully. Your touch is no longer scorching nor heated, but full of cautiousness and delicateness.

With a love.

He wonders if there is a deep meaning to all of this or was this just a spur of the moment thing. Did it mean anything to you at all? Because to Gekko, this was a lot to process. Even more when his feelings are being jeopardized if you were to deny any kind of affection to him.

But what if you didn't feel anything?

Once deemed clean, you throw the dirty towel in one of the corners of the room before laying down next to him, your hand barely touching his.

Gekko gulps, nervous to dare peek at you and find something in your expression that might shatter him. He's too anxious to be the first one to talk or act, because what could possibly be said to break the ice after sucking your dick?

The thought embarasses him further, shying away from whatever intention he had initially and decides maybe today he won't be the one with initiative.

But Gekko doesn't have to do anything. Your pinky does the first step, intertwining your fingers together in a weak grip that makes his heart jump inside his ribcage.

“Are you sleeping?” The question is meant to be answered, but Gekko cannot find his voice to reply.

When a few seconds passes by and Gekko doesn't reciprocate the hold, he feels you pulling away slowly, reluctantly. And the action itself is his callout to do something, so he grabs at your hand immediately, clasping your hands together in a tight hold despite having his heart hammering insde. Gulping, he dares to look at you, finding you doing the same thing and holding his gaze through the darkness.

His damp skin is getting cooled off with the window now open, and if a shiver runs down his spine is not because of the cold air, but of your sudden close in gap, startling him.

“Stop me if you want. Say the word, and I'll leave you alone.”

Gekko doesn't say anything, anticipating your actions and leaning in to lock his lips with yours on a sweet touch.

You gasp, surprised at his boldness, but don't back away. The other takes the chance to thrust his tongue inside your mouth, eager and wanting to taste every crevice of you until he gets breathless.

Gekko's hand squeezes your hand, sighing in pleasure when you reciprocate his frantic kisses with the same fervor and desire, tongues toying in the middle and fighting for dominance to claim each other's lips.

You move closer, your free hand finding purchase on his hips to have him closer, to feel all of him against your bare skin and bask in his presence and warmness.

“I love you.” He confesses, gasping your name when your mouth travels to his cheek and down his neck with a new found ignited passion. “I love you so much.”

You kiss his neck, his chin, his cheek, you kiss every inch available to you until your mouths mesh together once again, drinking in his whines and soft moans.

“I love you too, Mateo.”

Looking deeply into his eyes, you wonder if this is how you imagined things to develop and if it were any different, would you have minded?

If any other actions would have guided you to him, you don't think you would mind.

Kissing his lips softly, you whisper his name with love, pawing his body with addictiveness and obsessive to hear more sounds come from him.

Gekko moans when your hand goes straight to his ass, fingers prodding his entrance in circular motions and teasingly making pressure.

“Ah—! Ngh, you're mean,” he accuses, flustered. Smirking, you kiss his pout away, nuzzling his cheek with affection.

“Mnot' mean, I'm teasing you.”

Huffing, Gekko kisses your cheek, letting you do whatever you want with him.

“Be gentle, please ”

An open invitation, the free pass to melt together in passion, you dive in and drown in the feeling of being loved and loving back with him chanting your name thoroughly, between gasps and groans of pleasure.

The moonlight is the only witness of the throws of passion unfolding on these sheets. The promises of a future, heated gazes and warming embraces.

In that tiny room of yours, you make love to Mateo.

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kissmyaft · 2 years ago

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Moonwake in Venice (Gekko x male reader)

Summary:

(n.) When the moon's reflection on the water seems to follow you as you walk.

With a week passing from your recent adventure another one awaits. With you being pretty new to LA anyways there's a lot for you to experience and Gekko takes it as his chance to show and take you to all sorts of places

Notes:

I made a second part to this as a birthday gift for my friend (and also because he got other people invested and I was bullied into writing another chapter) Again, I'm definitely not a perfect author, but I tried and I hope you guys enjoy it.

@darkdestroyer-256 happy birthday you simp

ao3

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"Whoa, slow down!" You yelped as you were practically dragged down a flight of stairs, almost tripping over your half-tied shoelaces. "Come on we're not in a hurry and it's so early too. I barely had time to brush my teeth and shower-!" Complaining was cut short when the sunlight hit your eyes making you slightly cringe from the sudden brightness change.

Going through your pockets to see if you have a pair of sunglasses while trying to ignore how the wind blew over your - already messy - hair, you heard the boot (trunk) of a nearby car open. You looked to see Gekko putting all sorts of things in it, well, trying to, at least. The bags and skateboard easily fit. The surfboards? not so much. You told Gekko before that you guys could rent them, but he insisted it's way better with your surfboards and that they'll fit. They didn't.

You watched as Gekko struggled with the surfboards before sighing and shaking your head with a soft smile before jogging over to go help him. They will fit fine on the roof of the car. Probably. Hopefully.

You soon find yourself in the passenger seat of the car, socks and sneakers discarded on the floor and feet resting on the dashboard waiting for Gekko while he's getting the little crew from the apartment. It's not long until you hear him opening the rear door of the car and the babbling of his pets as they get into the car. However Mosh being Mosh he quickly found his way over into the palms of your hands instead, preferring that over the crowded back. You carefully adjust him into one palm of your hand to put your seatbelt on with the other, having to fight with the seatbelt a little before you finally get it on. Removing your feet from the dashboard and letting Mosh get back comfortable you were ready for this trip.

The sunglasses on your face being snatched from you snapped you out of your thoughts. "Hey-!" You protested. Gekko laughed and slid the sunglasses on his face poking your cheek before sliding the car key into the ignition and putting on his seatbelt.

The car sprung to life, the car's blower motors kicking in to cool the interior of the car - before you turned them off because the cold air was hitting your feet - and opted for having the window down instead. While Gekko reversed out of the parking spot you grabbed his phone with one hand, Mosh comfortably in your other hand, and connected it to the car's aux, putting on the playlist you two specifically made for the trip.

Gekko gently nodded his head along with the beat of the song, eyes intently on the road ahead.

The trip there was chaotic, but when is being with Gekko not chaotic?

You had to stop multiple times because you needed to pee. At first, he'd handed you a bottle and told you to pee in the bottle. That ended with him getting a smack on his leg and you begging him to pull over and that you're 'not pissing in no damn bottle'. Road trips make anyone hungry so you two ended up in a little store at one point too. While you two were picking out snacks and water for the rest of the road, Wingman, Dizzy and Thrash got to stretch their limbs as well. Mosh was content being on your head instead, snoozing away. Gekko may or may not have sneaked a picture or two. But can you really blame him? The sight was just way too cute for him to not take a picture.

By the time you were back in the car, you were trying not to cringe at the feeling of hot leather seats against your bare thighs. You weren't even away from the car for that long, but it being summer and the sun high in the sky heating the car, it sure felt like a damn sauna. You were busy playing with the car blowers to keep you cool when Gekko returned from his own side trip to the shop toilet.

You swore it almost looked like Mosh was going to melt into a puddle right in your hands. Honestly so did everyone else in the car.

Windows down again, music playing and Wingman trying to drink water from the bottle without spilling it all over the back seat. Gekko's hand occasionally reaches over to steal your crisps, despite him having his own bag of sweets right next to him. With you having nothing better to do, you humour him by feeding him the chips so he won't constantly have to reach for them. Of course, also putting a quick video of your trip on his Instagram story is a must. Thrash definitely didn't excitedly shove his face into the phone camera that ended up making both you and Gekko laugh. At some point, you found yourself dozing off, the heat and sitting still making you sleepy. Gekko turned the music down enough for it to not disturb your little nap.

A cold, moist feeling on your face stirred you from your nap, hand coming up to rub your eye before pulling away, suddenly wide awake, "BRO- Why is my face wet?" you squawked at a giggling Gekko and an overly mischievous looking Wingman in the back. "Abd why the fuck is it sticky?? What did you put on my face".

"Well, you see, mi amor. I and Wingman were a little bored." Gekko began in a honey-sweet tone which was quick to leave you suspicious, "And we wanted to see if Kool-aid would leave your face blue when it dries-" you quickly interjected "You two put Kool-aid on my face??? How did you two even come up with something like that?" You blurted, the shock on your face enough to make Wingman snort, of course awkwardly going silent when your sharp gaze found its way over to him.

" I know right? It's so random! Come on you can't be mad, you have to admit it's funny. Even just a little!" Gekko stated. You pouted at him "It's funny when I'm not the victim- Ohhh man, come on I washed my face this morning and now it's all sticky and disgusting!" You cringed and snatched the water bottle from him to wet a towel you pulled from your bag to clean your face. It must have taken a while or maybe the time just flew and you didn't notice the car pull into a parking lot and stop until Gekko pulled your car door open.

"Oh, we arrived?" you asked and Gekko smiled while throwing your socks at you "yep! Anyways hey, how about I take you to that nearby suuuuper awesome food place to make up for the kool-aid thing, eh? sounds good, right??" This caused you to roll your eyes "weren't you supposed to take me there anyways?"

"Well yeah, but-! Uhhhh, then how about…Chick-fil-a?" He inquired giving you those puppy dog eyes, causing you to giggle "I'm kidding, you dumbass. Just get us into our hotel room so we can put our bags there and I can properly wash my face. Also, return my sunglasses and get your own."

The car beeped as it was locked. You and Gekko made your way to the front lobby to check in. Waiting while Gekko was talking to the lady was miserable, the heavy bag slung over your shoulder making it hurt. By the time you two made it to your designated room, you were more than happy to finally go wash your face and then flop on the bed, spread out like a starfish. Gekko smiled at your childish behaviour. He makes his way over to your laying form and basically lets himself fall on top of you making you wheeze. "you're heavy-!" He laughs and rolls off of you. Taking this as your getaway chance you sit up and slide yourself off the bed. Going to rummage through your bags to look for a shirt to change into, the one on you right now being all sweaty from sitting in a hot car. While at it you toss Gekko a new one too before pulling your shirt off. However, you don't notice Gekko sneaking up behind you and before you even have a chance to reach for the fresh shirt you double over in laughter, Gekkos fingers poking and tickling your sides. "S-stop! Gekko!" Your pleas for him to stop only encourage him on and soon you're crying from laughter on the ground with his fingers still running over your body begging him to stop before you end up pissing yourself. Luckily for you, he has mercy on you and stops his relentless tickle attack. More than happy it's finally over you rush to the bathroom to relieve yourself before you actually end up peeing yourself.

While you're busy in the bathroom Gekko takes the stuff out of the bags and places them in their correct places so you wouldn't have to deal with unpacking once you two come back tired afterwards.

With your things unpacked and taken care of you and Gekko take it as your cue to go outside. Gekko tells you all about Venice and gets distracted by excitedly rambling about the times he was here as a kid while dragging you all the way to Linnie Canal park where you spend some time exploring and taking pictures before he drags you to Baja Cantina, a food place. You swore this might become your new favourite place to eat. If you ever return to Venice. A lot of your time was spent at the skate and cycling trail. It was a good place to let Gekko's little crew run about too. You didn't really want to admit it at first, but you ended up loving them just as much as Gekko. He took you around introducing you to a few friends he has in Venice that lived right nearby.

The sun was setting and the sea was calm with minimum waves as you two just sat on your surfboards. Sure, you hoped to try and catch some waves, but this wasn't bad, not at all. Gekko playfully bumped his board against yours before you decided to try and push him off of his board which ended up with both of you in the water instead, laughing and splashing each other.

"Race you back to shore?"

"you're on." You challenged.

You ended up winning, but maybe it was because your lover slipped off his board at one point.

By the time he reached shore, you had already gotten to drying yourself and changing into dry clothes. As Gekko made his way to you, you threw the towel at him. He made quick work of drying himself off and getting on his dry clothes. But he opted to wrap the towel around his head since his hair was still moist, making him look like a diva which you were more than happy to poke fun at while you two put the boards in the lobby and the swimshorts in your room to dry before heading back down.

The beach too had gotten a lot quieter, many of the people returning to their homes or other nightly activities. The calming sound of waves, wind breeze and seagulls made the moment so much better and almost unreal as you two stalked along the shoreline hand in hand. The full moon shone brightly, reflection glimmering on the water, the reflection of the moon following you two. The walk on the beach was filled with quiet jokes, giggles, kisses and sweet words whispered to each other. When you two decided it was time to head back to the hotel and get comfortable for the night. You, Gekko and his crew enjoyed the cool air on the balcony. The two enjoyed a few glasses of dry apple cider and Gekkos buddies munched on their snacks. Having to retreat to your room in silent laughter when Thrash threw a water bottle against the head of the rude hotel resident on the balcony below you. Soon the curtains were closed, and teeth brushed. With you two in bed and the little guys already asleep the room was dark and fell silent.

Well, almost silent. The shuffling of sheets and quiet chuckles filled the room, soon turning into quiet sounds of pleasure, bodies rubbing together and sweet nothings whispered to each other as the night lived on.

The wind picking up and the sounds of waves crashing were promising, perhaps tomorrow will be a good surf day. But for now, maybe you can allow yourself to be a little bit louder.

#Valorant Gekko #Gekko fanfiction #Gekko x reader #Gekko x male reader #Valorant Gekko x male reader #mlm #mxm #gay #very gay #as a gay man i'm happy to serve you guys with gay content #valorant Wingman #Mosh #Mosh is literally so blob #Wingman is a little shit who likes causing trouble #but we love him anyways #kissmyaft #kissmyaft writes #valorant fanfiction

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winsliecafe · 2 years ago

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someone should make a gekko (valorant) x male reader fanfic pls 😭

#bottom male reader #x male reader #gekko x male reader #gekko

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hxmocrastic · 2 years ago

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Blowing Off Steam

✮ pairing ; Gekko x M!Reader ✮ summary ; Gekko can't seem to keep his eyes off you, He can't help but feel his pants tighten everytime he catches sight of you. So he decides to blow off steam... ✮ a/n ; Sorry if he's ooc y'all I made this at 4:30 😭 also readers a muscle Bottom🤭 ✮ warnings ; ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ Masturbation ; 18+ Twt Links ; NSFW Thoughts ; Erection ; Domination

The scarlet colored ball toppled off the side of the basket. Gekko let out a sigh of frustration, "Why can't this damn ball fall through the hoop!?" He cursed.

Dizzy tilted it's head towards the boy inquisitively and nuzzled into his arm. Gekko looked towards her and smiled. "I'm alright, little homie. You don't got nothing to worry about" He lied.

In truth, he was downright annoyed and frustrated in many ways than one. God he hated those heated (e/c) eyes that'd make his heart drop to the pits of his stomach. He hated how one jiggle of your ass made all the blood in his body rush to his dick. He hated those plump juicy lips that'd make his balls drop to the floor.

It took all his self control not to pin you to the ground, throw your legs over his shoulders and fuck you into the mattress — ⭐

'god mateo stop thinking with your dick' he thought.

His zipper was on the edge of snapping , he can't even think of you without his nuts being sore. You had so much influence on him, he even had wet dreams of you. And they were always the same;

You on your back your face red and drenched with tears as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Gekko was glaring at his skateboard without even realizing it. He stepped on it and began to speed out of the court. He needed to blow off some steam.

Gekko launched open the door to his house and slammed it right after. 'I need to make this quick'. His mother was out of town for the time being and Gekko needed something to relieve his problem. Thankfully he had just the right thing.

He bent down underneath his bed and grabbed the recent bought lube he stashed away and frantically tugged at the belt of his pants.

Gekko wasn't one to masturbate often. The only time he did was when he was in desperate need for relief. And this is one of those times.

He threw away his jeans and practically ripped his underwear, freeing his erection from the confines of the cloth.

His cock stood there swinging back and forth and as hard as ever.

The agent plopped down on the couch and grabbed his cock. He pumped it a few times and reached for the lube simultaneously releasing his veiny shaft to squirt the clear liquid in his palm.

Once he was satisfied with the amount he brought his soaked hand around his cock once again and began fisting it.

Gekko wasn't the biggest, but he wasn't the smallest either — His cock was 8 in inches but was notable girthy in width. His cock is especially veiny and pink at the tip with tattoos running down the underside.

He felt a trickle of sweat slither down his ear. His skin was dampened and moist with sweat, his neon tank top sticking to his skin like he just left a sauna.

He kept his meaty rod clasped within his shining fist, pumping it at an exceptionally slow pace. His breath hitched as he forged lewd images of the infamous crush who caused this mess.

You.

He imagined grasping your two mounds of flesh sitting on your chest, as your silken walls contract around his cock.

He imagined the stench of musky sex permeates the room, as you panted for him to go faster.

Gekko was heaving at this point, he was on the edge of cumming causing his cock to grow an angry shade of red while veins protruded. Almost as if it were about to explode. His fist pumped his phallus with a greater ferocity, as he threw his head back facing the ceiling.

Soon enough he found himself thrusting into his palm, imagining it was your ass that clamped so tightly around his length.

In one flush movement he released a cry from his lips, his orgasm crashing down on him with impeccable force. Semen spurted from his enraged slit, gushing and spewing from the tip. He panted profusely and remove his now dormant hand from his spouting member.

He threw his head back down drawing frantic breaths of air. A loppy side grin fell upon his face. Though his mind was still hazy he got rid of his cause of stress and that was to be happy for.

"Chirp"

His eyes expanded to the size of meal sized plates. Gekko whipped his head towards the sound only to be met with the presence of three gawking creatures.

He didn't have time to collect the situation as he heard the twisting of his doorknob.

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zeilaaan · 1 year ago

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Gekko, being the soft gentle top he is, asking you repeatedly if you're okay as he's balls deep inside of your ass.

"¿Estás bien mi amor?" (Are you okay, my love?) He asks, as he's gripping onto your thighs fucking you.

You get tired from his blabbering, so you cover his mouth with your hand, however this turns him on more, causing him to pound you faster and he ends up finishing inside of you, in awe as he watches his seed leak out of your asshole.

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onlyfrags · 7 months ago

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Masterlist

Last Updated: 5/24/2024

If you see someone you want that is not on this list, feel free to send me a request at any time! Just make sure to read the [Request Rules]

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Deadlock

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*Untitled* | NSFW x GN Reader (In progress)

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Fade

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Coffee talk | NSFW X GN Reader (IN PROGRESS)

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Reunions | Gekko X GN Reader (in Progress)

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Iso

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Self Worth | Iso x Reader (in Progress) Iso is so used to being a weapon for others. What happens when someone reminds him that hes worth more than that now?

After work | NSFW x Reader (In progress) You and Iso help each other relax after another stressful mission

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jettjournals · 5 months ago

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Sunny Days and Warm Smiles | SFW

GEKKO x READER (Valorant)

oneshot

You find yourself in a sunny park in Los Angeles, sitting on a bench and enjoying the warm breeze. The vibrant colors of the city surround you, a testament to the lively atmosphere of LA.

Gekko, with his green hair glistening in the sunlight, approaches you with a smile, his radivores trailing behind him playfully. It's not the first time you've met. In fact, you and Gekko have been friends for a while, having met during one of his missions in the city. His easygoing nature and supportive personality quickly turned your initial acquaintance into a genuine friendship, and lately, your feelings for him have begun to deepen into something more.

"Hey, there," he says, his voice relaxed and friendly. "Mind if I join you?"

You nod, and he sits down beside you, his presence immediately putting you at ease. Wingman hops onto your lap, making you laugh as Gekko watches with a warm expression.

"So, how's your day going?" he asks, genuinely interested.

You tell him about your day, and he listens intently, offering supportive comments and making you feel truly heard. His eyes light up as you talk, and you realize just how much he cares about you. The way he leans in, the soft smiles, and the occasional brush of his hand against yours—it all feels different, more intimate.

After a while, Dizzy and Thrash start a little game of chase, causing both of you to laugh at their antics. Gekko turns to you, his brown eyes soft and kind.

"You know, I'm really glad we met. You bring a special kind of calm to my chaotic world," he says, his voice lowering, filled with a warmth that sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You smile, feeling a sense of warmth and connection. "I feel the same way about you, Mateo. You make everything brighter," you confess, your heart pounding in your chest.

Gekko's smile widens, and he reaches out to take your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "How about we take a walk?" he suggests, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that sends sparks through you.

As the afternoon sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the park, you and Gekko stroll side by side, your hands intertwined. You reminisce about past adventures and share dreams for the future, the conversation flowing effortlessly. There's a newfound tenderness in the way he looks at you, a silent promise of something more.

Walking side by side, you can't help but feel grateful for this unexpected friendship that has blossomed into a deeper connection. The world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and budding romance.

#fanfic #fanfiction #one shot #one shots #oneshot #oneshots #valorant #fandom #gekko #gekko valorant #Mateo Armendáriz De la Fuente #sfw #x reader #fem reader #male reader #gn reader #reader

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yilingpatriarchscvnt · 3 months ago

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Paper Ring

"I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings."

Gekko X M!Reader

Summary: A popular boy with terrible grades, a less popular boy with straight A's.

Highschool au! Almost all characters are high-school student,Reyna is gekko's older sister, brimstone is M!Reader's father figure (adopted sigh).

"Please tutor me!"

"Why the hell should I? Rip-off Eminem."

"You can't keep going like this mateo." His mother sighed deeply in disappointment as she slam the F scored paper on his table. "You're almost 18! You can't be failing like this anymore."

"I don't see why it's such a big deal, it's just one bad score mom!"

His mother furrowed her eyebrows in anger, getting angrier each minute passes. "But it's not just one bad score isn't it mateo? Since this school year every test you have taken you almost failed every one of them!" She crossed her arms trying to calm down from the stress. "Look here gekko, I just want the best for you. I want you to get a decent job in the future, this is why I am doing this"

"Doing what?"

His mother looked at him dead serious in his eyes. "If you don't pick your grades up then you are not allowed to go any of those parties and dying your hair like that." His eyes widened by his mother's words as he got up from his chair to argue.

"You can't do that mom, All of my friends are expecting me to go to that party! And no they love my hair!" He said furrowing his brows.

"Guess you have to disappoint your friends then, unless you fix your grades." His mother said the final words and left him furiously clenching his fist in the room. There was still time for his final exams, few a months at least. But there was no guarantee that he would succeed all by himself like that. He had to find a tutor.

"Ugh.. this is such a pain in the ass." He mumbled under his breath as he got a notification from his phone.

hermana estúpida

Reyna

Gekko did mom see ur test score?

Gekko

Yeah she's pissed

Reyna

Well that's what you get for partying instead of studying dumbass

Gekko

stfu.

Gekko

anyways-

I need to find a tutor or smth

Gekko

do you know anyone?

Reyna

You could always ask Y/n

he's hella smart.

Gekko

who is that.

Reyna

are you serious...

do you not pay attention to anyone

I am literally upperclass of you but I know your classmates.

Reyna

he's in your class

try talking to him tomorrow

Gekko

thanks

Gilipollas

Reyna

Dont make me come downstairs gekko.

Gekko's POV

I shoved my phone in my pocket and looked out of my bedroom window the sun was setting by now, and the moon was peeking over the horizon. I decided needed some fresh air to clear my head and to mentally prepare myself for school tomorrow. I'll actually need to listen in class now, ugh..

I walked to the door, putting my shoes on and grabbing a jacket. "I'm going out! I yelled to anyone that could hear me. and then, I walked out of my house, heading to a small park nearby. I didn't get much time to go out alone, I was either going to parties with my friends or spending time with my sister. it was a rare occurrence for me to be in my own company. it was quite relaxing to be honest.

although I was relaxed, I was still angry. getting grounded because I can't get good grades? what the hell. So what if i'm failing? my family is rich anyway. If I fail I can always fall back into the family business. in my haze of frustration I barely noticed where I was going until I heard a soft meow at my feet. I looked down to see a fluffy white cat laying in a bed of flowers.

"oh shoot sorry bud, i nearly stepped on you there, huh?" It gave out another soft meow as I bent down to pet it. I couldn't help but snap a photo of it. "where's your owner, little one?" as if I had summoned it, an unfamiliar voice rang out.

"kita! kitaaa?! ugh where are you." within the darkness I saw a faint silhouette of a boy who looked about my age. as he stopped underneath a lamp post I took in his features, getting a good look at him. He had [h/c] hair that practically glowed underneath the light of the lamp post. [e/c] eyes that glanced in every direction.

I looked down at the cat who was purring beside me, noticing a light blue collar. I gently moved its head out of the way to see a name tag. kita. so this was the [h/c] boy's cat? I cleared my throat and picked the white cat up in my arms, cradling it like a baby

"uhhh excuse me?" he turned his attention to me, his [e/c] eyes glinting underneath the light. He noticed the cat in my arms and came running towards me with his arms out. before i could blink he had scooped it up in his arms, facing me whilst cuddling the cat to his chest.

"kita how could you run away from me like that?! you scared me to death." he said, over-dramatically. i cleared my throat again, trying to catch his attention. He finally noticed me standing in front of him and he looked up to meet my eyes.

I gave him a small smirk. "don't I get a thank you?" he nodded his head at me, not saying a word and simply turned to walk away. "h-hey wait! aren't you going to say thank you?!" he turned around to face me again giving me a small smile.

"thank you." he then walked off, holding kita in his arms, leaving me alone under the moonlight.

I was slightly shocked that he wasn't fanboying over me, since for as long as I can remember any time someone looked at me they would blush and ask for my number. It wasn't a surprise they acted that way, ever since I was a kid I was always naturally good looking and charming.

I took one last look at him before turning around and heading back home before anyone would get worried. after a minute or two I realised that I never caught his name. I turned around to see if he was still there but he was gone. all I saw was an empty park, with no one in sight.

Part 2

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