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Wingman - [ Dean Winchester ]

Summary: You decide to ask Dean why he never tried to set you up with men, even though he was more than happy to set you up with women

Word Count: 1510

Warnings: bisexual female!reader, little flirting, suggestive tones

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You’d never needed a wingman before. Never had trouble finding yourself a one night stand or even a week long affair. But ever since you met Dean, on a hunt that had almost ended badly for you both, the guy hadn’t stopped trying to set you up with women wherever you went, even though you’d told him multiple times that you didn’t need help in that department. But still, he was adamant.

It was always women he tried to set you up with, never men, despite how many times you’d told him you were bisexual, to which he always replied with ‘I know’, yet continued to refuse to even so much as allow a guy to look in your direction let alone try and set you up with him. It made you wonder sometimes, just why Dean seemed so inclined to set you up with women instead of men, and one night after a rather rigorous hunt you decided to ask him exactly why he did what he did.

The bar near your motel was relatively quiet that night. Sam had already gone to bed which just left you alone with Dean, who for once wasn’t able to play wingman to you as you happened to be the only woman in the bar that night. You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms overhead after the long, tiresome hunt, the burning of the rugaru’s flesh you could still smell in your nose, no matter how many times you’d cleaned it out.

Your eyes scanned the bar, taking in the surroundings and those within it. It was pretty much like every other bar you guys had frequented, a jukebox in one corner, a pool table in the other, but luckily this one smelled a little less like beer and body odour as according to the bartender, things had been pretty quiet all day, which you couldn’t be more thankful for as the last thing you wanted after today’s hunt was Dean trying to set you up with any woman he thought might be interested in you.

“So Dean… Question for you.” You spoke up, straightening in your chair as you came to look at the man before you, who had a rather frothy moustache above his upper lip before he wiped it on the sleeve of his jacket.

“Shoot.” He said, a soft burp following which made you scrunch up your nose a little before you brushed it off. You were used to the sounds and smells of the two men you travelled with by now, and after what you’d seen during your time as a hunter, it would take a lot more than a burp to disgust you.

“Why is it that you seem so keen on setting me up with women, yet you never, ever, try and set me up with men?” You asked, leaning your elbows against the table as you spun the straw in your drink around with your finger, watching as he pondered your words, avoiding eye contact with you as he did.

“Is it maybe because then you can’t imagine what might be going on behind that motel room door?” You questioned, your tone a little playful as you caught sight of him shifting in his set, clearly thinking to himself about said actions as you could tell by the way his eyebrow arched and his lips curled into that mischievous smile. But still he said nothing, which made you have to work a little harder on getting the response you wanted.

“Because you know…” You said a little flirtatiously, lifting your foot to rub against his leg, making him jump back a little before you pulled back. He immediately went for his beer, your actions clearly flustering him. “If you’re curious, all you gotta do is ask… I don’t mind an audience.”

Beer sprayed from Dean’s mouth at your words, he coughed and spluttered, wiping at his mouth as you laughed to yourself, taking your own drink as he simply glared at you.

“That wasn’t funny.” He mumbled, wiping the front of his shirt with a napkin as you set your glass back atop the table. He knew you were only joking as the first time he saw you with another woman you told him the only way he’d ever get to watch was if he was dead and a ghost, but still, he couldn’t deny that your words had his heart hammer furiously in his chest.

“That’s what you get for ignoring my question.” You said without a hint of regret, making him frown.

“What question?” He asked obliviously. He knew what question as he'd clearly heard you, but he just didn’t have an answer to it. At least not one he’d think you’d like.

“You know what question.” You said a little softer, hearing the small sigh that left his lips. “So come on, spill… Why don’t you ever set me up with men? And don’t say it’s because you’d rather picture me with a woman.” You added, holding up your finger as you could tell that’s where he was going when his mouth opened a little.

Dean sighed again, his eyes falling to where his fingers tapped almost anxiously at his glass before he looked back up at you, your head tilting a little to the side, not enough to rival Castiel but enough to show him you were curious.

“Because I don’t like the idea of some guy running his hands all over you, okay? You happy now?” He replied, his tone the opposite of the look on his face, the almost saddened look he hid behind those gorgeous, trauma filled, green eyes.

“Why? It’s never seemed to bother you before.” You asked curiously, more curious than you had been as you honestly just assumed he enjoyed the idea of you being with a woman as then he could fantasise about it. He ignored you, offering you nothing but a slight scoff before he took a swig of his beer, annoying you once again as you went unanswered. “Dean.”

“What?” He barked out, slamming his glass a little harder on the table as you gave him your signature ‘don’t take that tone with me’ look. He sighed yet again, almost apologetically, before his eyes drifted from yours and he mumbled. “Are you really gonna make me spell it out to you?”

“Yes.” You said bluntly, your heart hammering in your chest as to just what he could need to spell out. You’d always had a crush on him, always got jealous when he took a woman of his own back to the motel room but you never thought he might feel the same way about you, not when he was so eager to set you up with others… But the more you thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense as to just why he didn’t want to see you with other men.

“I need to hear you say it, Dean.” You shifted closer to him in your seat when he offered you no response yet again. Your knee touched against his, making him twitch a little at the mere closeness of the two of you. His eyes finally shifted to yours, seeing the way they sparkled in the moonlight that shone through the window before your voice met his ears in a whisper. “I need you to tell me I’m not imagining things… I need you to tell me you feel the same way.”

At those words, Dean simply took your face in one hand, his lips crashing against yours in a way that had you seeing stars, and not those that you could see behind him through the window. You grabbed hold of the front of his jacket, feelings the way his hand slid slowly round to the back of your head, his fingers weaving through your hair as he cradled the back of your head, deepening the overdue kiss.

His tongue traced over your bottom lip, pushing yours apart before it delved deep into your mouth, tasting the strength of your drink against your own as his hand landed on your waist. You leaned forward, your own hand cupping the side of his neck as he practically devoured you like the hungriest of men. You almost didn’t want to pull apart but when your lungs began to burn, you knew you had to.

“Well said.” You chuckled, breathlessly, as your forehead leaned against his, your eyes glued to his lips as they curled up into a rather proud, almost smug smile.

“Did that answer your question?” Dean asked, lifting a loose strand of your hair back into place.

“It does… But I think I might need to do it again, you know, just to be sure.” You teased, hearing the soft chuckle that left his lips before they pressed against yours again, making you wish you’d gone and asked him that very question all those months ago, as if you had, you’d have gotten what you’d dreamed about a hell of a lot sooner.

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Kisses - Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek

Requested: yes

Word count: 951

A/n: he’s so 🤏🏻

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Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too’

You had been friends with Brian for too long. Not in the sense that you didn’t want to be his friend anymore. But there was only so much playing Catan, watching Star Wars and listening to the firehouse gossip that you could take without getting your feelings involved.

Things were normal for a while. Brian was just a friend. You liked that he was just a big a nerd as you were. Liked the constant tiny squabbles over the better shows or movies. All of it.

But somewhere along the way you felt something growing. Something you couldn’t ignore. So you made a plan. This Friday he was free, no firefighter duties to look forward to. No pre existing plans. So you invited him over for a movie.

Nothing crazy, the usual if anything. But you were going to put out some feelers. Instead of beers you’ll bust out some red wine. Instead of Star Wars or some other sci-fi movie, you chose some horror film you’d never seen.

Tiny changes, things that could set the mood and all that. Nothing totally big like candles and dim lights, well, the lamp in the corner had always been favorable over the ceiling light but regardless, still not a huge change.

The main hope of this night was to not look like a whole idiot. To actually get what you wanted out of it and that he hopefully did too.

So when it was Friday and you had everything set up, still in the usual casual clothes, you nervously paced the living room waiting for him. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten so worked up, but it was hard.

Your mind was running a mile a minute, heart racing so much you would think you were going to develop an arrhythmia.

That only got worse when he knocked on the door. Any faster and you’d have left a trail of flames behind you as you raced to open it. “Hi!” Your voice just slightly more chipper than usual.

If he noticed he didn’t comment on it but you internally screamed as he stepped inside, letting you latch the door behind you.

“Hey,” The usual smile on his face brightened up the room, his eyes traveling over your face and the shirt you had on as he always did, unknowing to you.

You smiled back, “I hope you don’t mind but I made a couple changes.” Your hand grabbed his just slightly to pull him gently into the living room. “Wine that I need to drink and a horror movie I’ve been wanting to see.”

Those weren’t lies, that bottle of wine had been waiting to be opened since Christmas and the movie had been on the streaming site for a while, you just hadn’t had the balls to watch it yourself.

And hey, who could help deciding to watch it with their best friend that they had a crush on? You were guilty of that but honestly, who could blame you?

“That’s fine, hope you don’t get too scared though,” he chuckled, glancing over at you. You knew you wouldn’t but that didn’t stop you from shyly smiling, sitting down with your legs crossed and patting the spot next to you.

As soon as he was set you started the movie, knowing he usually liked watching it first before any real conversation, especially days where he had been working. He needed a buffer.

At some point in the movie you had moved closer, his arm over the back of the couch just slightly touching your shoulder now.

Usually that would go unnoticed but being hyper aware of it made that one small section tingle, wanting to get even closer but deciding that that wouldn’t be entirely inconspicuous.

A bit into the movie Brian got up to use the bathroom but when he came back it was like he decided to sit right next to you.

Leg pressing against leg level of next to you. You looked over at him, eyes glancing along the side of his face.

He was never too proud of how he looked, something he’d rambled on about more than once but to you he always looked amazing. Like nobody else you’d ever laid eyes on.

Brian looked like a beautiful wooded mountain range at sunset. Just so enticing to look at. “What?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, face going red as you got caught staring at him.

“Uh, nothing,” you attempted to lie, Brian immediately abandoning the movie, shifting onto his now bent leg and leaning his head against his palm.

“Nothing?” The man wasn’t stupid, he knew you were staring, he just didn’t know why. And the second you caught his eye, you were putty in his hands.

Just slightly you hummed in confirmation, shifting to mirror the way he was sitting. It was an attempt to make it seem fine and normal but without realizing it the two of you moved slightly closer.

It was like watching two magnets try not to snap together. Their poles reaching out for the other. The perfect otherside just for them.

Brian just nearly put his lips on yours, pausing at the last second to look over your face, the way you were looking at him and the way your eyes practically melted when he looked at you was enough.

With the slightest go ahead from you, he pressed his lips to yours gently. This wasn’t how you expected things to go. If anything you figured that you would be the one to kiss him.

Not him. But that did one thing for sure. Confirm that he liked you just as much as you liked him. If not, more.

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Third Date - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Summary: After your third date with Brian, you finally decide to introduce him to your baby daughter and things couldn’t have gone more perfect requested

Word Count: 3047

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

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Part Two

You never usually dated much, even before Emmy was born. You hated going through the ‘get to know you phase’ and the awkward first dates, followed by the even more awkward second date, then the dreaded third date. The date which most guys assume means sex.

But from the second you met Brian, you found that perhaps the reason why you never truly liked dating, or even romance in general, was because you just weren’t dating the right guys.

Brian was everything you could have ever wanted in a man. You couldn’t believe how a guy like him was still single. How a guy like him, one who was so incredibly cute and had a smile that lit up whatever room he was in, could have trouble when it came to dating.

You had heard all about his past experiences with dating and at first you thought he was kidding when he told you he’d been stood up for a second date with the woman he met before you. You had no idea how someone could stand up a guy as sweet and kind-hearted as him, but at the same time, you were glad he didn’t have much luck in the dating department, because that meant you might never have gotten the chance to show him just how wrong all those other girls had been.

Tonight was your third date with Brian. Your third utterly incredible date, on which you’d been treated with so much care and respect that you half expected him to disappear at the end of the night and be nothing but a dream he was so perfect.

However, there was one thing you were worried about. One thing you hadn’t quite told him yet as you didn’t want to scare him off. But now that things were moving along a little more, and you could see yourself being with him, you knew you had to tell him.

“Y/N, is everything okay? You seem a little nervous.” Brian’s concerned voice pulled you from your thoughts as the two of you edged closer to your apartment, walking arm in arm down the dimly lit street.

“I’m fine… I just…” You breathed out as you came to a stop in front of your building. You slid your arm from his, stepping in front of him as your eyes fell to the ground. Your mind began to wonder about whether or not you should tell him you have a one year old daughter waiting for you upstairs. You almost decided not to, but you knew you had to tell him. A guy like him deserved to know the truth. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Oh boy.” Brian chuckled nervously, his eyes glancing briefly to the ground, which seemed to be more interesting to you than he was given how you hadn’t looked up from it since you came to a stop.

“No, it’s-it’s not like that.” You assured him, finally mustering the courage to look up at his handsome face. You found it hard not to lose track and simply get lost in his eyes, the ones that shone so brightly under the moonlight. You knew you needed to tell him, but you just didn’t know how.

“Y/N, whatever it is… You can tell me.” Brian said softly, taking your hand in his as he sensed that you were more than just nervous. You were worried.

You smiled at him, a smile that had his stomach flutter furiously despite how quickly it seemed to fall from your face after it had formed. Your eyes shifted across your surroundings as you began to gather the courage you needed to tell him the truth.

The two of you hadn’t even kissed yet and you were about to tell him you had a daughter. One you really wanted him to meet as you already found yourself falling for him. But whether or not dating a woman with a baby was something he’d like, you had no idea, which is why you were praying that this wasn’t all about to be a big mistake.

“I, uh… I have a baby.” You whispered, your voice cracking terribly as your gaze fell from his again. You didn’t want to see what kind of face he might have pulled when hearing that. Better he just let you down with his words rather than get your heart broken when he looked at you with disgust, like most men usually did when you told them about Emmy.

“A baby?” Brian repeated, swallowing gently as he watched you nod your head in response. He would have never even thought that that would be what you had to tell him. He half expected for you to break things off with him despite how great the two of you seemed to get along.

And it appeared as though you thought the same about him given the way you were anxiously awaiting his response. Brian guessed you didn’t have much luck when it came to telling guys you had a baby, but it just so happened that tonight would be the night your luck changed, as that little fact didn’t bother him one bit.

“How old?” He asked curiously, watching as you looked up at him with semi-furrowed brows, as though you half expected him to have simply walked away.

“She’s one. Her name is Emmy.” You replied, the corners of your lips rising a small bit over the memory that played in your head of Emmy’s first birthday.

“Emmy.” Brian repeated softly, his eyes matching his tone as they stared deeply into yours. “Is she upstairs?” He questioned, glancing up towards your building with a slight cock of his head.

“Mm-hm.” You hummed, nodding your head as you fiddled anxiously with your fingers. “Would you like to meet her?” You asked, the fact that Brian hadn’t run off yet sparking hope in your chest that maybe this time would be different.

“I’d love to.” He smiled, wide enough that he got those cute little creases by his eyes and the even cuter dimples on his cheeks. The ones you’d been drawn to the second you saw him behind the bar at Molly’s on your very first night out since Emmy was born. And to think you’d almost cancelled on your friend that night.

You held out your hand, waiting patiently for him to take it and after a second of internal deliberation about whether he was ready to meet the most important person in your life, he slipped his hand into yours and allowed you to lead him upstairs.

Brian never expected anything from you after this date. He never expected sex, never even expected a kiss yet as he could tell you weren’t quite ready, so it’s safe to say he was rather surprised to find himself waiting inside your apartment as you bid your babysitter a goodnight. Obviously he still didn’t expect anything by being here, but it was nice to take that little extra step.

“Sorry about the mess.” You said, a touch embarrassed as you moved further into the apartment and started gathering up some clothes and blankets that lay sprawled about the place. If you’d know you’d be bringing Brian home tonight you’d have tidied up a little.

“Don’t worry about it. You should see my apartment… I live with a giant man baby so you can imagine how the place must look.” Brian joked, feeling a warmth in his chest when you laughed, something you often did when he joked around, which only made him that much more smitten with you.

“The laundry machines in this building are pieces of crap and it’s too much hassle dragging Emmy to the laundromat with me so I’ve been neglecting doing laundry for a little while.” You said quietly, the tips of your ears reddening a little as you bent down to pick up a discarded bra that Emmy had pulled from the laundry basket. She always was getting up to so much mischief now that she was crawling.

You tucked the bra away underneath some t-shirts before straightening, smoothing down your dress as your eyes landed back on Brian’s, which hadn’t left you since the minute you both stepped foot into the apartment.

“You have a nice place.” Brian said, clearing his throat a little as he tried to lower the slight awkwardness between the two of you. The only awkwardness there’d ever been as even on your first date the two of you seemed to click so well.

“Oh, thank you.” You replied, smiling briefly as you walked slowly towards the kitchen. “I’ve been meaning to move out and find a proper house for when Emmy’s older but money is tight these days.”

“I get it.” Brian nodded, leaning his elbows against the breakfast bar as he watched you flusteredly try and tidy up the kitchen a little. He smiled softly as you began to hide dirty dishes underneath some bigger pots, clearly embarrassed as he could see the redness on your cheeks, even below your make-up.

Rounding the breakfast bar, Brian quickly took hold of your hands before you could start doing anything else. You took a breath, turning to face him properly before he slowly brought one hand up towards your face, gently cupping your cheek which made all the tension leave your body immediately. Maybe you’d been a little frantic in trying to tidy the place up. But you couldn’t help it… You really liked him.

“You don’t have to do all that.” He said softly, shaking his head as he gestured to the kitchen around him.

“Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly, glancing briefly down at the ground before back up at him. “I guess I’m just nervous.”

“About me meeting Emmy?” Brian questioned, his thumb absently tracing light circles against your skin.

“That and just… This is our third date and most guys expect… something…” You exhaled, not wanting to actually say sex as you were afraid you would offend him by insinuating that that’s all he wanted from you. “…and I just- I’m not really ready for that just yet.”

“Y/N, I don’t expect anything from you.” Brian told you with a slight shake of his head. “I never did. Honestly I was just surprised you wanted a third date as well… You know how things have gone for me in the past.” He added with a small chuckle, watching as you pressed your lips together a little out of pity, which you couldn’t help but feel.

“I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot…” Brain continued, lacing his fingers with yours as you smiled sweetly enough that his heart did a somersault in his chest. “And I know you were worried about telling me you had a baby, but you don’t have to be… It’s not going to make me run away. I promise you that.”

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that.” You replied through a deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You could feel the relief wash over you as the one singular weight that had been sitting atop your shoulders lifted, finally allowing you breath. “I was really worried but that’s only because… I really like you too.”

You took a breath, a rather deep breath before you leaned up just a little as you were a touch shorter than Brian, and placed a soft, yet sweet, kiss against his lips. It was safe to say that Brian was pleasantly surprised to feel your lips on his so soon, but it didn’t take him long to start kissing you back.

You quickly felt Brian’s hand leave yours as it landed on your waist, where it sat gently until you stepped forward, closing the gap between your bodies. You could feel him smile briefly against your lips as his other hand moved from your face to thread through your hair, cradling the back of your head as he deepened the kiss of which both of you never wanted to end.

The kiss might never have ended, the two of you might have simply passed out from lack of oxygen had Emmy not started crying in her room. You pulled reluctantly back, wiping the corner of your mouth with your finger tip and feeling the slight burn from his moustache on your upper lip.

“I should check on her.” You whispered, rather breathlessly as your eyes met Brian’s again after they’d glanced briefly towards the direction of Emmy’s cries.

“Of course.” He nodded, stepping aside to allow you to walk past him.

“I don’t have any beer in the house but there’s some soda in the fridge if you’re thirsty.” You said softly as you left the kitchen, rounding the breakfast bar and making sure you didn’t trip over Emmy’s toys on your way to her room.

You looked back over your shoulder before you disappeared into the nursery, leaving Brian alone in the kitchen to wait for you. He stood awkwardly, unsure what to do whilst he waited for you. His eyes gazed over your slightly messy apartment, yet still tidier than his and Cruz’s was, that’s for sure, until they landed on a bookcase in the far corner.

Brian could see a bunch of framed photos sitting atop the dark oak bookcase and so, allowing curiosity to get the better of him, he found himself moving slowly towards it. He wasn’t surprised to see that the majority of photos were of Emmy, or at least a baby he assumed was Emmy as he didn’t think you’d have framed photos of someone else’s baby in your apartment.

He reached out, picking up a smaller black frame and bringing it closer to him. The photo was clearly taken when Emmy was born given the hospital gown you sported and the fact that Emmy was so incredibly tiny all bundled up in your arms. He couldn’t help but smile at the way you looked at her, with so much love and affection in your eyes that it was clear Emmy was so important to you. So loved and so cherished that he almost felt special in getting to meet her.

Was it strange that he was really hoping Emmy would like him? I mean, she was just a baby after all and was incapable of forming proper opinions yet but the last thing he wanted was for her to cry around him as that might only end up making you second guess your decision to be with him.

“I went through twelve hours of labour before that photo was taken.” Your voice told him, breaking him from his thoughts and making him jump a little.

Brian set the photo back down before he turned fully to look at you, his eyes softening immensely as he met the bright, innocent eyes of Emmy. Those of which were exactly the same colour as yours.

“I imagine that was hard.” Brian replied, taking a careful step forward as he didn’t want to come off too strong for Emmy, who was still staring at him as though she was trying to decide whether she wanted to cry or not.

“It was.” You nodded, hoisting Emmy a little further in your arms as she often liked to kick her legs which meant she usually slipped from your grasp. You gazed down at her with nothing but love in your eyes. “But it was worth it.”

“She’s beautiful.” Brian whispered, noting the smile that rose on your face as Emmy raised her arm, holding her tiny hand out towards Brian. He chuckled softly as he raised his own hand, allowing her to tightly grasp his index finger and give it a few shakes.

“She likes you.” You smiled, the gentle giggles of Emmy as she shook Brian’s finger warming your heart more than anything ever had. You were so pleased that she hadn’t cried around him, like she did around your friends.

“Oh, I’m very likeable.” Brian joked, making you laugh a little before you spoke.

“You’ll get no arguments from me there.” This time it was Brian’s turn to blush, his face now a faded scarlet colour as he so obviously avoided eye contact with you. You loved how flustered he got around you sometimes. It was just another reason you liked him. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Are you sure?” Brian asked, sincerely enough that it made you all the more sure.

“I’m sure.” You nodded, making him smile softly to himself. “I trust you, Brian.”

“Then I’d love to hold her.” He whispered out, holding his hands out as you passed Emmy to him. Your hold lingered for a second until you knew he was ready for you to let go, and once you did, the way Emmy buried her head into the nape of his neck and grabbed his shirt tightly told you everything you needed to know about your future with Brian.

“I’m taking her to the zoo tomorrow, for the first time… If you’d like to join us?” You asked hopefully, causing him to look back up at you with that heartwarming smile of his present on his still scarlet face.

“You’re sure you want me there? I-I wouldn’t want to impose on her first trip.”

“I’m sure.” You nodded, stepping closer to him so that you could place your hand on his arm, feeling the hardness of his bicep beneath his shirt sleeve. You shifted to his side, leaning your head against his shoulder as your hand moved to brush alongside Emmy’s head as she yawned.

You smiled as you watched her rub her sleepy face against Brian’s chest, her eyelids drooping as she succumbed to her tiredness. She never fell asleep that quickly for you when you held her, half the time it took you gently bouncing her up and down until your own arms fell asleep for her to go down for the night.

“Besides, with how quickly she just fell asleep against you...” You whispered, feeling as Brian lowered his head to glance down at the sleeping baby in his arms. “You may just find yourself joining us a hell of a lot more.”

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Girl Talk - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek]

Summary: Otis misinterprets your girl talk with Shay and Dawson requested

Word Count: 2917

Warnings: female!reader, sex references, suggestive tones, mature language

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You always were a details girl. You always did like to delve deep in the way you describe things. It's one of the things Otis loved about you.

Your passion for the things you loved. The way you talked so enthusiastically about your favourite movies or TV shows that your eyes would light up and your smile would grow so wide that you got those cute little dimples on your cheeks. The ones Otis always loved to see.

The guys had been quick to discover that once they got you talking about something, it was pretty hard to get you to stop. Whether you'd be spouting useless information that you just happened to have in your head, for example when you started to tell Cruz all about the different ways pennies were made when he'd only asked you if you could break his twenty dollar bill into some smaller change.

Or when you started mumbling to Mouch about the lifespans of different sharks when he happened to flick past the nature channel on the TV. Whatever it may be, whatever topic of conversation that may be going on inside the firehouse, you always seemed to have an opinion.

But when it came to talking about your sex life, well let's just say that you didn't often leave much to the imagination. Or at least, that's what Shay would come to think when she finally asked you how things were going in your relationship with Otis.

"Hey, Y/N, how are things going with you and Otis?" Shay asked as the two of you gave the ambulance a quick scrub before the bells went off. "You've been together for what, like seven months now?"

"I think so... It's coming up to my one year anniversary here so yeah, that sounds about right." You replied as you stripped the sheets from the gurney.

It hadn't felt like a year since you met Otis. Since you joined firehouse fifty-one as their new paramedic in charge after Dawson made the switch to firefighter. In all honesty, it felt as though you'd been here for five years, you managed to fit in so well.

"God, has it only been that long? Feels like I've been here forever." You added, spraying some disinfectant on the gurney before you began to wipe it down. "But things are going great. Really great actually."

"What's really great?" Gabby curiously chipped in as she came into view at the back of the ambulance, leaning her arm against the open door and not at all envying the two of you.

"Y/N's relationship with Otis." Shay teased, making you roll your eyes as you could see the smile on her face even though she had her back to you.

"Oh, yeah?" Gabby smiled, sharing the same scheming look with Shay as she stepped closer to the ambulance, glancing round to make sure none of the guys were nearby before she spoke again. "What's it like... You know, with Otis."

"You mean the sex?" You so bluntly put it, making Shay chuckle softly at your not so subtle attitude.

"Yeah, I mean... Is he any good?" Gabby's hushed voice asked, curiosity getting the better of her as she wanted to know just how Otis had managed to snag himself a girl like you. As no offence to Otis, but you were incredibly out of his league.

"Are you kidding?" You scoffed softly, abandoning your cleaning duties as you shuffled closer to them on the bench. You'd been waiting to hear that exact question for ages now so you could finally spill exactly how much you'd underestimated Otis in his bedroom skills. "Girl, you would not believe the things that man can do."

"Wait, are you serious?" Gabby whispered in disbelief, her eyes as wide as Shay's were as even she was having trouble believing what she was hearing.

"Oh, I'm dead serious." You said, rather seriously. "I mean, I've slept with a few guys in my lifetime but none of them, and I mean none of them even came close to making me feel what Brian does."

"Well, come on girl, spill... I wanna hear everything." Shay encouraged, earning herself a chuckle from Gabby. "What? Just cause I'm gay I don't get to hear?"

"No, no. It's just..." Gabby began, thinking to herself as to what way to phrase this. "I didn't think you'd be interested in hearing about sex involving men."

"I mean I'm not... Ew. Gross. But... This is Otis we're talking about. Sweet, dorky, innocent Otis. So you bet your ass, I wanna hear this." Shay replied, turning her attention back towards you.

"He is far from innocent, I'll tell you that much." You chuckled around a scoff.

The first thing you'd learned about Otis the day the two of you ended up in your bedroom was that he was far from the innocent man you expected him to be. In fact, he was the complete opposite in that once he was comfortable in the situation, he could become an animal when it came to giving you exactly what you wanted.

"Stop, are you serious? Our Otis... The guy who collects Doctor Who legos?" Gabby asked wide eyed.

"Oh yeah." You nodded, smile widening a little more as you knew knowing this information about Otis would make the girls seem impressed when they were around him. Something you knew he needed.

"I mean, he can be wild when he wants to be but at the same time..." You continued, Gabby and Shay's attention 100% focused on you as you all but blew their minds. "...he's so gentle and loving. The way he treats me. The way he looks at me... Making me feel like the only woman in the world... And God, the way he touches me. The way he explores every single inch of my body like he'd never seen it before, like he'd never touched it before? Not to mention the things he can do with his tongue because wow... It would be enough to make any woman desperate, and believe me... Once he's done with all that, I'm practically begging for him to fuck me."

"Is it wrong that I'm turned on right now?" Shay questioned, her tone dead serious which got a good laugh from you and Gabby.

"Maybe just a little." You chuckled, motioning with your fingers as the tip of your thumb touched lightly against your forefinger. "But I don't blame you... I turned myself on a little too. Might have to pull Otis into the showers for a quickie."

"Y/N." Gabby laughed, shaking her head as she ignored the look you fired her way. The one that said she couldn't talk given the amount of times she and Casey made it pretty obvious they were getting it on in the firehouse.

"But seriously though... Did you ever imagine yourself getting together with Otis when you joined?" Shay asked after the laughter died down a little and things settled.

You took a second to think to yourself, completely unaware that Otis had been on his way to find you when he heard Shay ask you that question. It had stopped him dead in his tracks, hidden by the truck as he patiently awaited your answer, his heart pounding in his chest as he had no idea how you'd respond.

Otis knew he wasn't your type, not when your ex had shown up at the firehouse a few months ago trying to get you back, to which you so blatantly told him to get fucked. But even then he knew he was nothing compared to that guy. Your ex was handsome, muscular. His six pack was pretty obvious under his tight tank top, which showed his bulging muscles off in a way that made Otis roll his eyes.

He'd been intimidated the minute the guy stepped foot into the firehouse and said he was your ex. He didn't think you'd ever go for him after that and had it not been for the four shots of tequila Shay made him drink, he'd probably never have asked you out. But you'd said yes. You'd actually agreed to go out with him the day after you told your ex to get lost. The day after you told a man that most women would throw themselves at, to get out of your life.

You'd basically picked him. Otis. The rather short, not so muscular and let's face it, pretty dorky elevator guy. You picked him over a guy who could model for Calvin Klein if he really wanted to. And even though you'd been together for seven months now, he still felt insecure in the relationship.

And when you answered Shay's question, it made the doubt he had in the back of his mind all the more clear as he couldn't help but think you'd finally realised your mistake in agreeing to go out with him.

"Honestly... No." Your answer all but broke Otis's heart as he stood there listening to you, unable to walk away as he needed to hear what else you had to say. "My entire first month here I never even thought twice about him... Never thought I'd ever get together with him as let's face it, he's not exactly my type..."

The rest of your words went unheard by Otis as he finally mustered up the strength to walk away, his eyes stinging with tears he so desperately fought against. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He couldn't believe how open you'd been by saying he wasn't your type. Which granted, he knew that, but still, it didn't make it any easier to hear fall from your lips. And in front of Shay and Dawson too? God, he couldn't begin to fathom the embarrassment, not to mention the heartbreak, in which he felt right now.

Had you just been playing him this whole time? Making him think you like him? Making him believe that he was good at sex, good at relationships? Was all of this just some sort of long con to build up his self confidence before knocking it all down? Breaking his heart in the process?

Otis hadn't told you he loved you yet. He'd been planning to, but the timing never seemed right. Never seemed perfect enough for something so important. But now he was glad he hadn't told you, otherwise he'd have just given you more ammunition to use against him in whatever game you appeared to be playing.

God, he felt so stupid now. So pathetic. So debased. He didn't want to believe that you were just tagging him along but at the same time, with your words rattling around inside his mind, he couldn't help it. It was all he could think about from the moment he heard those words slip through the lips in which he loved to kiss. The lips he never thought he'd get to kiss again, at least not until you found him moments later and explained the situation properly. Then he just felt like an idiot.

"Baby?" Your concerned voice reached Otis's ears as you came into view, his red rimmed eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he stood in the bathrooms, gripping the sink with such force you were surprised the metal hadn't sunk beneath his hands.

You stepped closer to him, furrowing your brow at the way his nostrils seemed to flare out of anger, the complete opposite of what you thought he was feeling given the shine of tears you could see in his eyes.

"Brian, what is it?" You asked, placing your hand softly on his shoulder but feeling your heart clench when he so roughly shrugged it off.

"I heard you." He gritted, his jaw tensing more than you'd ever seen it do before as he turned to face you.

"Heard me?" You repeated, puzzled being an understatement as to what you felt right now. "I'm not sure I know what you mean." You folded your arms, watching as he placed his hands on his hips and scoffed softly to himself, looking anywhere but into your eyes. Which made you certain he was pissed as often times he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from yours. 

"I heard you talking... To Dawson and Shay. About us." He spat, a little harsher than he'd have meant to but right now he couldn't help it. He felt embarrassed.

"Okay..." You replied, a little more relaxed than Otis would have liked. You leaned against the sink, crossing your arms across your chest before you carried on. "...and you're mad why? Because I told them about our sex life?"

"What? No." Otis shook his head, not fully taking in what you'd just said. "I'm talking about how you so happily told them I wasn't your type. That you never saw yourself dating me. That you never thought twice about me until I told you I liked you."

The lack of anything on your face only added to Otis's anger and frustration, and when you laughed... When you actually, physically laughed, well that was enough to almost push him over the edge towards calling things between you off entirely.

"Oh, baby." You chuckled, pushing yourself off the sink and stepping towards him. Your fingers walked lightly up his rapidly moving chest, trailing them along his neck before your hand landed on the side of his rather heated face. "I think you misinterpreted what I was saying."

"Did I?" He eyed you, his tone accusatory as he watched you run your tongue over your teeth.

"You did." You nodded, running your thumb soothingly down the edge of his moustache. "I'm guessing you didn't hear the entirety of our girl talk did you?"

"I don't... Girl talk?" Otis repeated, finding himself puzzled now as his mind began to wander.

"That's right... Girl talk." You whispered, leaning up to place a short, yet sweet kiss against his lips. "In which they ask me how our relationship is going... And I tell them. In detail."

"I don't- I'm not..." Otis stammered out, reaching his hand up to scratch nervously at the back of his head.

"You didn't hear the rest of my sentence did you?" You asked softly, Otis shaking his head gently as you ran your thumb down his lips. "Then let me repeat it for you... I said, I never even thought I'd ever get together with you because you weren't exactly my type... But, now that I'm with you. Now that I've fallen in love with you... What my type used to be, doesn't matter anymore. Because there isn't anyone else I'd rather be with than you."

"You- You're in love with me?" Otis whispered, unable to believe what he'd just heard pass your lips. And to think if he'd just waited another thirty seconds then he wouldn't have stupidly sent himself in a downward spiral of meaningless thoughts about your relationship.

"Only madly." You replied, biting gently at your bottom lip before you leaned forward, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. "Kinda hard not to be when you're the best sex I've ever had in my life."

Otis swallowed, and hard too. He couldn't seem to find it in him to reply to what you'd just said, instead the corners of his lips rose a little as he leaned down, brushing his lips lightly over yours before planting them firmly against them. The kiss was hot and heavy, the two of you all but devouring each other. Starving. Hungry. Begging for air yet never wanting to break apart.

Eventually though, the two of you had to pull apart, your lungs desperate for air as you let out quick, ragged breaths. If you hadn't been turned on already, you'd certainly be now after a kiss like that.

"I think you were right." Otis whispered, breathless as he leaned his forehead against yours. "I think I did misinterpret your girl talk."

"Oh really, and what makes you say that?" You teased, pushing yourself closer to him and feeling how he twitched beneath you, stumbling over his words which came out as a groan rather than anything intelligible.

His eyes shut briefly as he took a breath, finding yours staring back at him as he opened them again. You were quick to notice the lack of anger and worry you'd seen previously behind his eyes, having been replaced by a scheming glint, one that was so clearly backed up by the small grin that rose to his face. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours before they moved towards your ear.

"Because I can practically feel the heat radiating from between your legs." He whispered, his voice only adding to said heat as the warmth of his breath travelled down your spine and joined that which was pooling between your legs.

"Brian Zvonecek, you better drag me into those showers and fuck me or I swear to God-"

"Oh you'll be swearing alright..." He said deeply into your ear, his fingers digging hard into the flesh of your hips as he all but kept you from falling to the ground. He brushed your hair aside, planting a heated, lingering kiss against the nape of your neck which had you weak at the knees. "Because baby, by the time I'm finished with you... You're going to have one hell of a story to tell during your next girl talk, that much is guaranteed."

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#9 “Fine, you can use me as a pillow.”

Ways to say ‘I Love You’ - [ Brian ‘Otis Zvonecek ]

Prompt: #9 “Fine, you can use me as a pillow.”

Word Count: 709

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

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You wanted to take a nap. In fact you needed to take a nap before the bells went off again as you felt utterly dead on your feet. Normally taking a nap wouldn’t be so difficult but unfortunately for you, you’d forgotten to bring your pillow with you to work.

Sure the firehouse had plenty of pillows but most of the time they were too thin. And the ones that weren’t thin ended up being old and lumpy and not at all comfortable to lie on, which is why you were left with no other option other than mild discomfort.

“Why are you just standing there?” Otis asked, glancing up at you from his book. You’d been standing in front of him with your hands clasped behind your back, twisting your torso a little in order to gain his attention for about five minutes now without saying a word.

He was still a little mad at you for watching the newest episode of your favourite show without him, which is why it had taken him so long to finally break and look up at you.

“I wanna take a nap.” You said in a tone similar to that of a toddler saying the same thing.

“So take a nap.” Otis replied, gesturing to your bunk that was beside his after you’d make Herrmann swap with you.

“I forgot my pillow.” You pouted, shuffling your foot and looking sadly down at the ground in an attempt to make him feel sorry for you and offer to let you lie with him instead. But you knew how serious he took TV time, which is why it might not have been as easy as it normally would to get him to agree.

“So use the firehouse pillows.” He sighed, looking back down at his book thinking you’d just exhale loudly from annoyance and throw yourself on your bunk. But you didn’t, instead you unclasped your hands, allowing your arms to drop to your sides and start the flail as little as you twisted your torso again, making sure he knew you were still there.

“You know I hate them.” You sulked, crossing your arms over your chest when he simply flipped the page in his book and continued reading.

“And you know I hate watching new episodes of The Walking Dead without you.” He hummed back, making you sigh softly and lower your arms again, fiddling with your nails as you smiled apologetically.

“I said I was sorry…” You murmured, doing whatever you could to make him agree to let you lie with him. “You know I can’t help it when it just starts playing… And if it makes you feel better I didn’t enjoy watching it without you… I actually missed you.”

Otis sighed softly, closing his book which sparked a little hope inside your chest. He glanced up at you, his eyebrow raised as he knew the game you were playing. The one you knew he couldn’t resist. He rolled his eyes a little before shuffling over on his bunk.

“Fine, you can use me as a pillow.” He breathed out, rolling a smile at the soft ‘yay’ he heard escape your mouth as you began to kick off your boots. “But I’m not stroking your hair.”

“Oh.” You whispered, pouting a little again as him stroking your hair was one of the things you loved when you lay against him.

Otis seemed to notice your obvious sadness over that sentence and the second he saw your very real pout, he almost regretted saying it.

“Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean that… Of course I will stroke your hair. Come here.” He beckoned you over, his heart warming at the sweet smile that grew on your face as you climbed in next to him, setting your head gently atop his soft belly as his arms wrapped around you.

“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for long.” You teased, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in your hair.

“Well that’s lucky for you, isn’t it? Otherwise you’d have been stuck without your favourite pillow.” He chuckled softly, planting a loving kiss atop your head as you nuzzled your cheek against him before replying.

“That I would, baby, that I would.”

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Librarian - [ Sam Winchester ]

Summary: You and Sam finally introduce yourselves to one another after he’s been frequenting your library for weeks

Word Count: 1392

Warnings: reader insert - [ was written with a female reader in mind but there is no mention of pronouns/description so it can really be read by any reader ], fluff

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You always loved working in the library. You loved the peaceful atmosphere, the smell of new books mixed with that of the old ones. You loved seeing which books people checked out and getting to hear their thoughts about those they’d returned. You loved recommending your own favourites to people and you always got so excited when they returned them with a smile on their face as that usually meant they enjoyed it, something you couldn’t help but puff up with pride over.

But most of all you enjoyed it because you got to see him. That tall, handsome, broad shouldered, brunette guy who’d often come in and sit alone in the corner, flicking through rather old and fragile looking books. You never could quite see just what he was reading but you knew it had to be interesting as he barely ever looked up from the browning pages beneath him.

You didn’t know his name. You’d never spoken to him, never so much as even seen him look back at you, but there was just something about him that you couldn’t quite shake. You knew it from the first day you saw him, and from the next day when you arrived at work dressed a little nicer than you usually did as you secretly wanted to impress him. Wanted him to notice you. But like every other day, this mysterious man never so much as uttered a word. He just sat in his usual spot, flicking away through enough books to start his own library.

It was the same almost every day, until today.

You’d been waiting for him to show up, your chin resting on your hand as you anxiously tapped your nails against the desk. He always arrived at the same time everyday but today he was a little later, something that intrigued you as he struck you as the type of guy with a routine. You were almost about to give up, to go back to sorting the newest additions to your tiny library when the door opened, the bell above it jingling softly as it did.

You didn’t know whether the shiver you felt was from the draught of the mid-autumn air that seeped in or whether it was from the sight of him walking in, but whatever it was, you didn’t care. He was here, only this time… He wasn’t alone.

“Why am I here, Sam?” His friend asked, peeved, as he gestured around him. After all this time you’d seen him, you’d never once heard his name. Sam. He looked like a Sam.

“Because, Dean…” Sam replied gruffly, grabbing Dean by the arm and dragging him towards his usual table that was tucked away in the corner. You couldn’t help the feeling you got over his voice. His deep, smooth voice that you could listen to for hours if he’d let you. “I’m sick of doing research by myself.”

“What are you talking about? You love research.” Dean protested, shaking his arm from Sam’s hold as you raised your eyebrow at his words. Research? You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of research he could be doing, especially when you’d taken a little peek at the books he’d returned yesterday and noticed they were all related to the supernatural.

You straightened, subtly fixing your hair as you began to busy yourself, stealing looks towards the two men in the corner of the room. The men you couldn’t help but think were brothers now, given the way they kept bickering towards one another, something that you couldn’t help but chuckle quietly over as you scanned new books into the system.

You were so deep into your own thoughts, one’s that may or may not have involved Sam, that you hadn’t even heard him approach the desk, not until you turned around and spotted him, his sudden presence making you jump in your skin.

“Sorry. I, uh, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Sam chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head as you lowered your hand from your chest, where it had landed after he’d almost scared you half to death.

“No, no. It’s… It’s okay.” You breathed out, setting aside the book in your other hand as you gathered yourself. You couldn’t help but blush a little, the tips of your ears redder than the shirt that covered Sam’s chest. “Can I- Can I help you with something?” You asked, praying you didn’t seem as nervous as you felt.

“Yeah, actually…” He began, clearing his throat as his eyes shifted around him before they landed back on yours, sending a flutter throughout your stomach. “I was wondering, and this is gonna sound a little… out there, I guess, but uh, do you have any books on necromancy?”

“Necromancy?” You repeated, his request making you forget the nervousness you felt around him as you eyebrow raised, before it fell into a furrow as you couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja-vu. You moved closer, leaning your palms on the table before you asked. “You wouldn’t happen to know Bobby Singer would you?”

“Uh, how did you, uh, how did you know?” Sam asked, feeling as flustered as you might have felt had he not asked you for such a request.

“He used to come in here a lot, asking for all sorts of books on the supernatural world… Not to mention the half dozen different bible versions he would ask me for.” You said with a chuckle, hearing the rather nervous one leave Sam’s lips as nothing more than a breath. “Anyway, I uh, I should have what you’re looking for, somewhere that is… Follow me.”

You cocked your head in the general direction of the supernatural section, one that had grown exponentially after youl first met Bobby, as he always seemed to tell you that you needed to upgrade your collection, something you were glad for otherwise you’d have had to disappoint Sam.

The two of you walked in silence towards the back of the library, where you soon began scanning the shelf before your eyes landed on a specific old leather-bound book that sat amongst the other, you guessed it, old books. You pulled it out, being mindful of its weight and delicacy before you blew off a thin layer of dust and held it out towards Sam.

“Sorry about the dust… This section doesn’t see many guests other than you and well, Bobby… Although I haven’t seen him in a while.” You said with a touch of curiosity.

“Yeah, he uh, he usually just sends me now.” Sam chuckled, taking the book from you with a smile. “Says it saves him the trip.”

“I see.” You nodded, your smile wide enough to send a flutter through Sam’s chest. You folded your arms, glancing down at the ground before back up at him, your face heating terribly under his soft gaze. “Well, I’ll leave you to it but just let me know if there’s anything else you need… You know, books on witchcraft or whatever other weird and wonderful things you guys seem to like.”

Your words made Sam laugh softly, something that had your stomach tie itself together, in a good way obviously, but you just prayed it wasn’t showing on your face.

“Thanks, uh…” Sam began, his brows knitting together a little, forming a line between them. “You know, I’ve been coming here for a while now and I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh.” You seemed a little surprised that he seemed interested in learning your name, as like he said, he’d been coming here for a while now and had never asked. But when you heard him repeat your name, in a way you very much liked as it rolled off his tongue so velvety smooth that it sent a chill up your spine, you couldn’t help but wish you’d gathered up the courage to talk to him sooner.

“That’s a pretty name.” He said with what almost seemed like a flirtatious tone, one that would have had you on the floor had it been any stronger. He smiled once more before he turned on the spot and began to walk away, which made your stomach drop out of disappointment until he stopped and glanced back over his shoulder towards you. “My name’s Sam by the way… Sam Winchester.”

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Morning After - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Summary: You wake up next to Brian for the first time

Word Count: 639 short and sweet

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

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Over the years you’d grown used to waking up alone. To feeling the other side of your bed empty as you sprawled out in the early morning sun for a couple extra minutes of sleep. You enjoyed it. You hated having people in your space, having them rub their cold feel over yours or steal the blanket away from you.

It’s not like you hadn’t had the choice to wake up with someone. Hadn’t had the choice to bring some guy who’d tried to pick you up at the bar, as you had. You’d had plenty of opportunity to indulge yourself in pleasure, but each time you quickly found yourself telling those who were brave enough to flirt with you, to get lost.

There was only one man you had your eye on. One man you wanted to wake up next to after a heavenly night together. And lucky for you, this morning was the one on which you got to wake up in the arms of fellow firefighter, Otis. Or as you’d been calling him all night, Brian.

The sun shone faintly through your curtains as you stirred awake, feeling the presence of Brian next to you and his arm slung lazily over your stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as the memories of last night, a night that was a long time coming, played happily in your mind.

You had no idea what you’d expected from Brian given his inexperience with sex, but it’s safe to say you were very pleasantly surprised at just how much of an expert he was at giving you what you wanted. His gentle touch. His flattering words. Not to mention the way he kept checking to make sure you were comfortable and that you still wanted to go through with it.

Every single part of last night had been so perfect you half expected to wake up and have the whole thing be a dream. But it wasn’t. It had happened. The two of you had finally happened after months of flirting, and the only regret you had was that you hadn’t done it sooner.

“Thinking of me?” Brian’s gruff, sleepy voice whispered into your ear as he closed the gap between your still naked bodies, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck as his hold on you tightened.

“Would you believe me if I said no?” You teased, glancing back at him and seeing that he was still half asleep.

“No.” He exhaled, making you chuckle softly as you leaned as far back as you could, your lips brushing lightly across his jawline as it was the only part of him you could reach. Your fingers laced with his, bringing his hand up to your mouth so you could place gentle kisses against his knuckles.

“You’re all I think about.” You whispered, catching how his eyes opened fully and he dipped his head, kissing you softly on the curve of your neck, the one place he knew you were most sensitive in which sent a wave of goosebumps spreading out across your skin.

You shuffled in his arms, coming face to face with the man you’d been madly in love with for months now and had only plucked up the courage to ask out last night. Your hand went to his face, gently cupping it as you ran your thumb down the edge of his moustache.

Brian smiled at you, a small smile given that he was still tired, but still, was a smile nonetheless. One that was capable of warming your heart more than you’d ever felt before. His thumb traced circles on your lower back where he held you, his legs tangled with yours as he leaned forwards, pressing a soft, yet fiery, kiss against your forehead.

“Y/N, you’re all I ever think about too.”

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"CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?" PROMPTS

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•i wish you would just look at me for two seconds.

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Can We Talk About What Happened? - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Prompt: “I wish you would just look at me for two seconds.”

Word Count: 1487

Warnings: female!reader, little angst, fluff

A/N: i feel like i’ve missed something from the first part of your ask but i’m just glad i can help provide other otis fans like me with the content he deserves

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You’d never felt more embarrassed in your whole life. You’d never done something so stupid before but then again, you’d never been that drunk either. You hadn’t meant to drink so much but when people were handing you shots left right and centre, you just kept downing them… and downing them… until the next thing you knew you’d snuck into the kitchen of Molly’s behind Otis and you kissed him.

You kissed Otis. What the hell had you been thinking, allowing yourself to be so open like that? You always knew you liked him. You liked him a lot. He was cute. Funny. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d dreamt about him, but you never thought you’d ever do anything about it, not when he’d never so much as given you a hint that he liked you back. And to make matters worse, it appeared as though he didn’t as the second your lips touched his, he pushed you away.

The second you felt his hands on your shoulders. The second the words ‘what the hell are you doing?’ left his lips, you knew you’d gone and royally fucked up beyond repair. You couldn’t even look at him. Couldn’t be near him. The entire shift afterwards you’d avoided him. If he was in the bunk room, you went to the common room. If he was in the common room, you went to the bunk room. Hell, at one point you even sat in the bullpen with Connie and helped her do paperwork as a way to get away from him.

You couldn’t believe you’d allowed yourself to be so stupid and ruin what the two of you had. You’d always been close. Best friends really and yet you’d allowed yourself to get so drunk that you couldn’t seem to repress your feelings for him anymore. You tried to act like you didn’t remember it but you did. How could you forget the way he so blatantly shot you down, breaking your heart in the process. No, you felt ridiculed. Disgusted with yourself. Full of regret. And honestly, you were very tempted to hand in a pink slip just so you could transfer out of fifty-one altogether.

You knew there was no getting out of this one. No way to laugh it off and pretend it didn’t mean anything, even though to you it did. Which is why instead of sleeping like everyone else, you were sitting outside on the firehouse apron, wondering whether or not you should hand in that pink slip that you’d hidden away at the back of your locker. As at this point, that seemed like the only answer.

The air outside was crisp and cold. The moonlight shone brightly as you stared up at the cloudless sky, watching the subtle twinkle of the stars above you. You always loved quiet nights at the firehouse, when you were able to just forget all your worries and watch the stars, a lot of the times with Otis as he often joined you. But tonight was different.

Instead of having Otis by your side, he was in your head. His words were rattling around inside your mind, one that was supposed to be empty right now to allow you to enjoy the peace and quiet. But you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking of him. No matter how hard you tried to forget what had happened, you couldn’t seem to manage. And each time you thought about it, you were just reminded about the fact that he didn’t like you back.

“I thought I’d find you out here.” Otis’s hushed voice made you tense as you sat against the pillar, wishing you’d chosen a different spot as this was usually the place you’d sit with him.

You didn’t say anything as your neck straightened, your eyes now focusing on the shrubbery in front of you rather than the stars. You could see Otis moving into your peripheral vision but you didn’t dare look at him, not if you wanted to keep the pieces of your heart that were left whole.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Otis said softly, making your stomach churn as you thought you’d been subtle in doing so, but it turns out you hadn’t. Especially not when you walked into the common room, spotted him behind the grill and then slowly backed away before running to the opposite side of the firehouse. Now that you remembered it, you were pretty sure everyone noticed that.

“No I haven’t.” You replied, voice low and full of embarrassment as you wished he’d just leave you alone. You couldn’t bring yourself to have to talk about what happened, not when it was still so fresh.

“Barely looked at me either.” He added, ignoring your pathetic excuse of a defence. “Not since the other night. At Molly’s.”

“Don’t.” Your breath trembled at the thought of him bringing that up right now. Your chest already began to ache over it and if he said anything else, you knew you’d never be able to hold in the tears that fought so furiously to escape. “I don’t… I don’t want to talk about that okay? Ever. It was a mistake. One that I wished never happened.”

“Was it a mistake? Because I know you and if it had been… You’d have simply laughed it off instead of avoiding me all day.” Otis replied, moving to stand in front of you as he needed you to look at him, but instead you simply turned your head to the side, making him sigh in defeat.

“It was a mistake. A drunken mistake. Okay? I said I wished it never happened, so would you just quit bringing it up.”

“You know what I wish for?” He whispered, crouching down before you. You stayed silent, shuffling a little on the spot as the thought of him so close to you was almost too much to bear. “I wish you would just look at me for two seconds.”

Your breath hitched at his words and you swallowed back the lump that was beginning to rise in your throat. It took you a good few seconds to muster up the courage to look at him, and when you did, you very nearly broke down in front of him.

“I’m sorry.” You said so quietly he just about heard you. You wiped at your eyes, a choked sob escaping your lips, one that tugged on Otis’s heart as all he wanted to do was hug you. “I didn’t mean to kiss you.”

“Didn’t you?” He said softly, tilting your head up to look at him again after it had fallen forwards. “Because the way you’re acting now, makes me seem like you did.” His hand moved to cup your face, which you allowed to linger there for a second before you pushed away from him and got to your feet.

“Don’t.” You exhaled, folding your arms over your chest. “Don’t act as though you feel the same way about me… Not with how you reacted when I kissed you.”

“Y/N, I only reacted that way because you took me by surprise.” Otis chuckled softly, causing you to furrow your brow as you turned back to look at him. “And truthfully, it took me a second to realise it was you who’d kissed me. And once I did, well you’d already run off.”

“What-What are you saying?” You hiccuped, hope slowly filling your aching chest.

“I’m saying…” Otis began, moving cautiously towards you. His hand lifted slowly and when you didn’t back up or swat it away, he set it gently aside your face once again. “If you hadn’t avoided me all day, then I’d have been able to do this much sooner.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing softly over yours which had your heart racing beneath your chest before they firmly planted against them. You almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Couldn’t believe he was actually kissing you. And the way it felt? The way Otis was so gentle. So loving. The way his lips moved slowly against yours, with so much care that you could barely feel the roughness of his moustache on your skin. It was everything you could have ever dreamed it would be. And more.

His arm slinked around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your own arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers threading themselves through his hair. You’d never had a kiss quite like it before. One that had your stomach flutter so furiously you thought it would fly away. That had your spine tingle and goosebumps erupt all over your skin at the mere touch of his lips. And when he pulled back. When he rested his forehead against yours, staring deeply, lovingly, into your eyes. It was safe to say that you were in a much different daze than you had been all day.

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This sounds so bad but something about Otis turns me on to a whole new level 🫣🤭

I was also thinking Otis is the elevator guy but why is there no elevator sex scenario for him ?! Could I pls request elevator smut with this prompt?

9. “You take me so well.” Otis x fem

From: Smut Dialogue Prompts That Make Me Feral

Elevator - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Prompt: “You take me so well.” with the additional request of elevator sex

Word Count: 932

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ public sex, unprotected sex, elevator sex ]

A/N: it doesn’t make you seem bad at all anon, that man is so fine it’s hard for him not to turn people on… also bless you for this, this is the request i didn’t know i needed until now

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You’d never had sex in an elevator before. Never had sex anywhere public really, unless you counted the firehouse showers or the back of your car. But right now, as you occupied the hotel elevator on your way up to your room, you wouldn’t deny that it felt as though you were ascending straight into Heaven.

“Oh fuck, baby… That’s it. Right fucking there…” Your legs clenched tightly around Otis’s waist, your back pressed firmly against the elevator wall, his cock swelling inside you as it pounded mercilessly into you, sending you to heights you’d truly never felt before.

You couldn’t begin to describe how good this moment felt. How many times you’d thought about him absolutely ravishing you inside the one thing he was known for. The one thing that had his nickname lit up brightly on the wall, something your eyes kept flicking to each time Otis’s face would bury itself into the nape of your neck, lathering it in kisses before he moaned your name in a way that left you even more soaking.

The way his fingers dug deep into the flesh of your ass as he held you up would normally hurt if you weren’t so overthrown with such intense pleasure that you couldn’t see straight. The angle of which his cock ploughed into you had you wanting to scream out his name from the way it brushed across your clit, littering your spine with goosebumps and pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“You take me so well.” Otis panted, hips bucking hard as he gave you everything you wanted and more. He leaned in, planting a rough, yet loving, kiss against yours lips as the continuous ding of the elevator sang through the air, each one reminding you that you were getting close to your floor. “It’s like you were made just for me.”

“Only for you, baby.” You whispered, biting your lip as you swallowed back a moan. “No one else. No one else could ever fuck me like you can.”

“And no one else could ever take me like you can… Like such a good girl.” He purred, biting down on your neck which made you cry out his name as your fingers gripped the shoulders of his jacket so tight you through your nails would rip it.

“I’ve always wanted you to fuck me in an elevator.” You exhaled into his ear, causing a rather deep groan to rattle up his chest as his movements stuttered, his cock almost slipping out of you as though your words had caused him to lose his train of thought.

“I always knew you were a dirty girl.” He grinned, hoisting you up a little as he repositioned himself inside you once again, thrusting deep enough that the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot perfectly every time.

You hummed softly, threading your fingers through his curls before he kissed you. You could feel the pressure inside you build fast and you knew you were about to come in a way you’d probably never felt before, but before you did, there was something else you needed to make this moment that much more pleasurable.

“Tell me a fact… About elevators.” You asked, watching as a small grin formed against Otis’s lips.

“Well did you know the first ever elevator was invented by a guy called Elisha Otis?” Otis replied breathlessly, feeling the way you so tightly clenched around his cock as he continued to fuck up into you, the way your eyes rolled back into your head telling him everything he needed to know about what he was doing to you.

“What - oh fuck - what else?” You panted, the feeling deep in your abdomen was stronger than ever and you knew well that you were about to come in a way no one had ever made come before. “Tell me more.”

“It had a hydraulic lift…” Otis groaned out, burying his face into the crook of your neck as the sensation of himself inside you when you felt like this was beginning to become so overpowering he was afraid he’d burst before you. “Powered by a steam engine in the basement…”

“Mm-hmm.” You bit down on your lip with such force you almost drew blood. You were right there. Right fucking there that you could already see stars.

“And the whole thing only cost about $300.” Otis finished and with one last, deep thrust of his cock he sent you hurtling over the edge into the fiercest, more pleasure filled orgasm you’d ever felt in your entire life.

Your eyes saw white as his nickname left your lips in a way that had his hold on your falter a little, your back slipping down the elevator wall before he managed to lift you back up. He’d met his end with you, his warmth filling you up completely as he buried his face against your neck, allowing you to feel the way your name escaped his lips in a moan that only added to your own pleasure.

Your legs fell from around him as he pulled slowly out of you, tucking himself back into his pants as you steadied yourself on your feet and fixed your dress. Your thighs ached something terrible and you could already feel him dripping out of you. But the way you felt right now made it all worth it and as the elevator dinged one last time as the doors to your floor opened, you couldn’t help but think one thing.

That Otis really was the best damn elevator guy you’d ever met.

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Closing Time - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Summary: Leaving your phone at Molly’s leads to a surprising turn of events

Word Count: 2129

Warnings: female!reader, strong language, smut -[ dirty talk, roughness, hair pulling, teasing, dominating behaviour ]

A/N: I’m not very experienced with writing smut so I’m sorry if this sucks! also sorry if it’s long i sometimes can’t stop myself when it comes to details

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You didn’t want to have to return to Molly’s after you left, not when you knew it was Otis’s turn to close up. You two had never really gotten along since you joined fifty-one, you always seemed to know just how to push each other's buttons which usually led to someone getting pissed and storming off.

It’s not like you joined fifty-one looking to get yourself an enemy, it just happened that one day the two of you got into a rather heated argument, about something that you couldn’t even remember now, and from that day forth, whenever you both found yourselves alone together, it never usually went as smooth as you might have hoped.

You would never say it out loud but sometimes, when things got so heated between the two of you, it kind of turned you on. Let’s face it, Otis was an attractive guy and you always did have a thing for moustaches but when he got so passionate, so angry that you thought his jaw might snap in half, you couldn’t deny that you secretly wanted him to bend you over the table and focus all that rage on something a lot more pleasurable than arguing.

And it was for that reason that you weren’t overly excited about going back to Molly’s after closing, especially after the dream you’d had about Otis last night… One that may have been a little bit not safe for work. But you had no choice, you’d left your phone in the bar somewhere and it’s not like you could wait until tomorrow night to get it back. So you just had to suck it up and deal with it.

It would take five minutes tops to find your phone, you could manage to be around him for that long with doing something you’d regret later. Maybe… You weren’t exactly known for doing what you were supposed to as most of the time you went completely off course. A bit like tonight. Only tonight… You went way, way off course.

“We’re closed.” Otis’s voice sent a chill down your spine as you stepped into the warmth of Molly’s, your eyes taking a second to adjust to the lights that still twinkled brightly across the ceiling. The door shut behind you as Otis turned, his face falling when he saw it was you and you could have swore you saw him roll his eyes. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“And how lovely it is to see you too, Otis.” You replied sarcastically, rolling your own eyes before you began to scan each surface of the bar for the phone you now hated as it made you have to come and see him again so soon.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Otis sighed, throwing his rag atop the bar as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Relax, I just left my phone here… I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” You told him, your tone as annoyed as he seemed to look as he watched you search for your phone. You couldn’t help but glimpse at him out of the corner of your eye, watching as his own gaze trailed up your bare legs and traced the curve of waist before landing on your chest, where it lingered for a lot longer than you’d have expected, his tongue running subtly over his bottom lip before his eyes finally landed on yours.

You raised your eyebrow, your hand landing on your hip as you cocked your head a little, finding amusement in the way he seemed to flush with embarrassment having been caught staring at you. Hell, he’d practically undressed you with his eyes and by the way his jeans strained a little over the cock you’d so frequently thought about, it appeared as though he liked what he’d imagined.

No matter how much he wanted to deny that he hadn’t been staring at you, Otis knew he’d been caught and there was no way he’d get himself out of this one.

“Like what you see?” You teased, biting gently at your lip as he scoffed softly to himself, his gaze shifting as he turned his head away from you, unable to see the way your attention moved downwards as you undressed him with your eyes. And just like Otis, you very much liked what you saw.

“You wish, Y/N.” He breathed out, shaking his head at your brazen attitude before he grabbed his rag and continued to wipe down the bar top, ignoring the feeling he currently felt below his belt.

“Oh, baby.” You chuckled, his shoulders stiffening of the mere tone of your velvety smooth voice mixed with that of a pet name. You tiptoed closer to him, your body pressing firmly against his back before you leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Screw you, Y/N.” He spat out, turning against you and pushing you lightly away from him. His nostrils flared clearly at the way you laughed, your fingers running through your hair before you trailed them down your neck and across your chest.

You wouldn’t deny that you enjoyed teasing him, especially when it got a rise like this from him. One that showed if you kept it up then he’d have no choice but to punish you for it.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You teased, leaning your elbows back against the table behind you as you purposely pushed your chest a little further out. Your little game seemed to work as the second you did so, Otis’s eyes shot down to the low cut top which clung tightly to your body, emphasising your curves in all the right ways.

Otis gulped rather harshly, his heart hammering furiously beneath his chest over the way you were acting. The flirting, the teasing. The way you so clearly wanted him to stare at your chest, which with one as hot as yours, how could he not? He’d always had a slight underlining crush on you, despite how often you seemed to be at each other's throats. And if you kept this up, then he could not be held liable for what happened next.

“Tell me, Brian...” You said flirtatiously, his name rolling off your tongue in a way that had him sweating beneath his shirt. You pushed off the table, ending up so close to him he could feel your breath puff out across his lips as you spoke. “How many times have you thought about fucking me?”

That was it. That had done it. The darkness you saw flash across his eyes as he threw his rag aside lit a fire inside you, one that extended all the way down to between your legs. An equally hot fire ignited within Otis as his arm slinked around your waist pulling you firmly against his body, certain parts of which you could feel more clearly than others as they twitched at your touch.

“Too damn many.” He breathed out before his lips crashed against yours in a way that was not at all gentle. In fact, it was a lot rougher than you would have thought he had in him as he all but devoured you. As he tasted every single flavour present on your tongue with his own.

His free hand worked its way up the curve of your spine, spreading goosebumps across your entire body. His fingers began to thread through your hair, gripping it with enough strength that it balanced between pain and pleasure, making you hum softly into his mouth, something you could tell he liked as it only made him that more vigorous in kissing you.

Another quiet hum escaped your lips as Otis spun you both around, pushing you up against the bar that he’d thought about fucking on you plenty of times. His knee parted your legs, settling gently between them as you lowered yourself down a little, desperate to feel a little friction against your pussy which had never throbbed harder.

Your lungs soon began to beg for air and as much as you wanted to keep going, you knew you had to pull back before you suffocated. You leaned your forehead against his, taking deep, ragged breaths to try and get some oxygen back into your burning lungs. Only, Otis didn’t seem too pleased that you had stopped, or that you’d decided to use his forehead to lean against as the second your sweaty skin touched his, he pulled your head back by your hair.

“You know…” He exhaled, clearly as out of breath as you were but trying to hide it a little more. He brought his other hand up, trailing his knuckle down the front of your throat which he could feel move beneath his touch as you swallowed. “…You’ve been a real pain in my ass ever since you joined fifty-one.”

“Oh yeah?” You replied, voice a little strained as he yanked, semi-gently at your hair, making you grind against his knee from how turned on you were getting. You never expected him to be as in control as he was appearing but it’s safe to say that you’d never found him more attractive than you did right now. “Why don’t you punish me for it?”

Letting go of your hair with enough force that he threw your head back with it, Otis grabbed you by the waist, flipping you round and pinning you to the bar. Your hands came to rest upon the newly cleaned surface as he pressed the entire length of his body against you, allowing you to feel just how hard he was for you.

You could feel the groan that rattled up his chest as you pushed out your ass, moaning softly at the mere firmness of him against you. His fingers brushed your hair aside as he began to place fiery kisses along the back of your neck, his fingers trailing down over your hips until they reached the hem of your skirt, which he pulled up with so much strength you were surprised he didn’t rip it.

“You want me to punish you?” He whispered into your ear, his teeth sinking gently into the lobe which had you swear under your breath. His hand slid around your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder after you failed to answer him. “I said… Do you want me to punish you?”

“I want you to punish me…” You panted, barely able to think let alone speak over just how badly you wanted him. “Want you to punish me real good, baby.” You added, satisfying him enough that he let go of your neck and placed a soft kiss where his fingers had dug a little hard into your flesh.

He began to slowly trail his tongue up over your skin, edging closer to your ear, where he placed what you could only have described as a loving kiss below before he whispered into it.

“If I go too far… Just tell me and I’ll stop.” You nodded your head, barely even speaking the word ‘okay’ as you were struggling to breath over how hot you felt right now. But it was enough of a response that allowed him to keep going and when his palm slid over your clothed pussy, fingertips teasing the throbbing nub beneath your panties, it’s safe to say you almost fell to your knees.

As you steadied yourself against the bar, surprised you had come already from the mere dominating side Otis seemed to have, you relished in the feeling of his fingers on your skin as they gripped the waistband of your panties. His knuckles brushed along your outer legs as he dragged the soaked material down, surprised to see just how wet you were because of him.

He almost couldn’t wait to feel you around his fingers. Around his cock. To feel how you felt when you so tightly clenched around him as he brought you to the very height of your pleasure. And it appeared as though you couldn’t wait either as he was fairly certain he’d just heard what sounded like a beg coming from your lips.

“What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t quite catch that.” He said smugly, making you bite your tongue over the idea of having to beg him to fuck you. But at this point you were all but desperate and you couldn’t give two fucks about your reputation.

“Please… Please fuck me, Brian.” You whined out throwing your head back against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your front, his hands working their way up your t-shirt to slowly caress the hardened buds of your breasts.

“Well, I suppose… Since you asked so nicely.”

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Smut Prompts - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Prompt: “Damn, you look good on your knees.” + “You taste so good.” requested

Word Count: 730

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ male receiving oral, dirty talk ]

A/N: i’ve added a second request into this as i thought they’d work nicely together and if i’m being honest, male receiving oral isn’t something i’ve ever written before and i wasn’t even sure if i was going to do this so i’d rather just have to do it once for now than twice as they’d only end up being similar lol but hopefully this was okay!

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Otis never knew whether he truly believed in God. Whether he believed in an afterlife like Heaven or Hell. But as he stood in the firehouse showers, his fingers curled around your soft hair as you had your mouth wrapped tightly about his throbbing cock, he was fairly certain that for a split second, he was indeed in Heaven.

“God, baby, fuck…” Otis groaned, a deep rattle moving up his chest as he pressed the back of his head against the cold tiles behind him. He couldn’t stop his hips from bucking gently, fucking his cock deep into the back of your throat as your tongue swirled around his length which was pulsating inside you as you brought him closer to his release.

“You taste so good, baby.” You said breathlessly, taking the tip of his cock between your lips again and hearing that strained moan escape the back of his throat, followed by a few Russian swear words that had you moaning around his length as your own wetness built. The grip he had on your hair began to falter, the pure pleasure coursing through his veins making it too hard for him to concentrate on anything but your mouth on him.

His eyes glazed over, his teeth sinking hard into his bottom lip as you slowly moved back down his length, your tongue trailing across the underside before you pulled back again, keeping a slow paced rhythm as you allowed him to fuck your mouth. You could tell he was close, from the way his knees shook as you held his hips, to the way you could already feel him dripping down the back of your throat each time his swelling tip hit against it. You knew he was about to burst and you couldn’t wait to give him exactly what he wanted.

Otis’s gaze drifted downwards, passing his rapidly moving chest before his eyes landed on what could only be described as the hottest thing he’d ever seen. You. On your knees with his cock in your mouth, it slowly disappearing as you took every single inch of it inside of you. It was almost enough for him to burst right there and then, just watching the way your eyes closed as you worked your magic against him, but he held out a little longer as the feeling was just too good for him to give up so soon.

“Damn, you look good on your knees.” Otis groaned out, making you open your eyes and look up at him through your lashes. You drew back, your mouth wet with spit as you placed a kiss on the tip of his cock, one that almost had his knees buckle had he not steadied himself.

“It’s my favourite place to be, baby.” You whispered, trailing your tongue slowly down the length of cock. “Especially when I get to have your cock in my mouth.” You added, his faint Russian swear words meeting your ears as you once again took him in your mouth, deep enough that it had you gagging softly and you could feel your eyes begin to sting with tears.

“Fuck… I’m gonna come.” Otis breathed out, feeling as you picked up the pace, tightening your lips around him, gently squeezing his cock which had him come the second the tip hit the back of your throat. Your name left his lips in pleasure, hot spurts of cum shooting out of his cock, the one you continued to suck on, getting every last drop of him out before his back slumped against the wall and he fell still beneath you.

You pulled back, swallowing his release as you wiped the corners of your lips, straightening from your kneeling position and feeling the relief course through your legs. You pressed your body against him, kissing him deeply as he gathered himself after what he was calling the best orgasm he’d ever had. You could feel his chest moving beneath you as you drew back, gently brushing your thumb across his lips.

“Anytime you want to recreate this moment… Just say the word.” You whispered, kissing him again before you felt him grab your waist and flip you around, pressing your back up against the wall as his knee came to settle between your legs.

“How about now… Only this time, it’s my turn to be on my knees.”

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Otis x fem

Gift - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

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“That-That’s new…” Brian stammered out, his bag dropping to the floor as he walked into the bedroom, immediately catching sight of you as you lay in bed with a brand new lingerie set covering your body.

“Mhm, bought it just for you… As a little gift as I know how hard your last fews shifts have been.” You said softly, sliding off the bed and thoroughly enjoying the way Brian was devouring you with his eyes.

“Shifts, what shifts? I don’t care about those anymore.” He breathed out, taking your lips in his as he pulled you close, allowing you to feel the tension leaving his body. “Not when you look like that.”

“I take it you like your gift then?” You chuckled, allowing him to lift you from your feet as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Oh, I love it…” He replied, kissing you deeply before dropping you on the bed. “And I’m gonna love it even more when it’s lying on the bedroom floor.”

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random dialogue prompts #38

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Random Dialogue - [ Adam Ross ]

Prompt: “You’re such a dork.” “Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.”

Word Count: 707

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

A/N: idk if there’s much of an audience for adam out there but i love him so thank you to whoever suggested this! i hope you like it and i hope there’s others out there who do too

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Waiting for test results was always slow and boring. There wasn’t much to do but stare at the screen and hope it went faster so you’d get the team one step closer to finding their killer, but unfortunately for all of you, these things took time. And a lot of it.

You couldn’t even do anything else whilst you waited as all your open case files were stuck in the waiting period as well. Same with Adam who was currently spinning in circles in front of his own screen, telling you facts about penguins of all things. You didn’t know exactly how the topic went from dirt trace found at the crime scene to penguins, but you weren’t exactly complaining.

You always loved hearing him ramble on about things that made him happy and if penguins happened to do that, then let’s just say you’d be stopping off at the store on your way home to buy him a stuffed one.

“And did you know that penguins adapted to fly underwater…” Adam continued, his chair squeaking quietly beneath him as he spun in slow circles. “I mean how crazy is that? Flying underwater?”

“That is crazy.” You replied softly, unable to help but smile at him as you leaned against your table, your chin propped up on your closed fist as you stared at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

“Right? See, most birds have these hollow, air-filled bones to help them stay light for flying. But penguins, they naturally adapted to have solid bones instead, that way it makes it easier for them to swim and they don’t just float up to the surface again.” He finished with a little wiggle of his hand through the air, as though mimicking that of a penguin floating to the surface of the ocean.

You chuckled softly to yourself, shaking your head a little as you couldn’t believe just how many strange, yet interesting, facts swam about inside his head. Ones that he often passed on to you and that you even found yourself repeating to others without realising.

You’ll never forget the day you ended up in the elevator with Mac and began to tell him all about the difference between brown bear fur and polar bear fur. He’d only said good morning to you, yet he got a lot more than he bargained for when you opened your mouth. Not to mention when the elevator came to a stop and he simply said ‘you’re spending too much time with Adam’ before walking away, leaving you drowning in embarrassment as your relationship with Adam had been on the down low back then… Or so you both thought.

But now that you were both out to the world officially, you simply didn’t care if people told you that you were spending too much time with Adam, because if you could, then you’d spend every single waking moment of your time listening to him talk.

“You’re such a dork.” You breathed out, a soft laugh mixed in there somewhere as you straightened from your slouched position. You could see how Adam blushed a little and you heard his own, little, awkward chuckle escape his lips as he realised he’d been rambling.

But he also knew you loved it when he would talk about complete and utter nonsense when you were both waiting on test results, as, like you’d told him many times when he apologised for doing so, it made the long wait that little bit less boring.

“Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.” He exhaled as he stretched his arms over his head, unaware that you’d gotten to your feet and were currently making your way over to his little corner of the lab.

It wasn’t until he felt your hands land on his shoulders did he know you’d moved, and when you placed a sweet, gentle kiss on his cheek, just above the lining of his beard, he couldn’t help but smile. And it was a smile that grew just that little bit more when your next words reached his ears.

“You got that right.” You whispered, placing another soft kiss on his cheek. “I am so madly in love with you.”

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Brian Zvonecek x fem

Cliche - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

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“Should I carry you over the threshold, Mrs Zvonecek?” Brian teased playfully as the two of you stood outside your new home, the one you’d just bought together.

“That is such a cliché.” You chuckled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against the end of his nose, making him scrunch it cutely.

“What can I say?” Brian shrugged as you pulled back, your eyes catching the scheming look behind his eyes as he smiled wide enough to send butterflies through your stomach.

In one quick motion, his arm wrapped around your waist as he lifted you from the ground with his other, holding you bridal style before he leaned in, kissing you softly before whispering.

“I’m a sucker for clichés.”

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Play Pretend - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] PT.4 18+

Summary: You ask Otis to attend your family reunion with you on one condition… that he pretends to be your boyfriend requested

Word Count: 3344

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ oral - fem!receiving, unprotected sex ]

A/N: i never know how to end things so i hope that was okay and didn’t seem rushed or whatever lol

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part one | part two | part three

Walking arm and arm through the gardens, you and Otis stayed quiet. Neither of you felt the need to fill the silence, not when it was a comfortable one. You both simply gazed across the vast amount of flowers that littered the garden. Listened intently to the faint trickle of the pond’s fountain as well as the croaks of frogs and the chirps of crickets.

It was a peaceful walk, one the two of you needed after a rather long night. The stars twinkled brightly above you, although they could barely be seen through the thick trees that covered your path, fallen leaves sprawled out in front of you. The walkway was lit up nicely by fairy lights, each tree used as a support as they guided your way towards the special place you wanted to show him.

You never usually took people here. It had only ever been your sanctuary. The place you went as a child when you needed to get away from everyone and everything. Even your parents stayed away, your mother surprisingly but that was mainly because she hated the place and had protested when you asked your dad if you could have one. Thankfully though, your father never could say no to you.

Pushing through an overgrown part of the path, Otis’s eyes widened at the sight before him. Your arm fell from his as he moved a little quicker towards the huge tree that sat in the middle of the garden, not to mention the enormous treehouse that rested amongst its branches.

“No way!” He breathed out in excitement, the exact reaction you’d been hoping for. “You have a treehouse?” He turned back towards you, the giddy, childlike look on his face making your heart warm as you nodded your head.

“I have a treehouse.” You chuckled, taking his hand again and pulling him towards the entrance. “Come on, let me give you the tour.” He happily allowed you to lead him towards the spiral staircase that was hidden amongst the shrubbery.

The two of you walked quickly up the stairs, Otis eager to see just what this incredible treehouse looked like on the inside as the outside was nothing compared to treehouses he’d seen before. This one looked professionally built, what with its windows and doors. Hell, it even had a balcony out the back.

“I used to come here when I was younger… When I needed a break.” You told him as you entered the main room. You watched as he glanced around at what was inside. There wasn’t much, really, a small bed sat up against the wall, there was an old couch pressed against the other with an even older TV facing it.

The walls had posters pinned up, most of which were extremely faded and sun damaged given how long they had been stuck up. There were fairy lights along each wall, giving the place a rather homely feel to it as it wasn’t too bright but wasn’t too dark either. There was even a mini fridge that still worked and was still fully stocked.

“Maria keeps the place nice for me… She knows I like to come here sometimes when I visit.” You said softly, unsure whether you felt embarrassed about bringing Otis here. But by the awestruck look on his face, it was safe to say he was nothing but jealous of your home away from home.

“This place is incredible.” He breathed out, trailing his fingers along the fairy lights that clattered softly together. “I always wanted a treehouse but our garden was never big enough… And we didn’t have a tree either so that might have made it a little difficult.” He added humorously, making you laugh a little, the one that always made his stomach flutter.

“That’s not all… Out here.” You gestured to the second set of doors, your subtlety sparking excitement inside Otis once again as he followed you towards said doors. You grabbed both handles, pulling them open and inhaling the fresh air that puffed towards you.

The two of you stepped out, Otis a little behind you as he gazed out at the incredible view before him. The lake behind the house glistened beautifully in the moonlight, the stars twinkling brightly above the water, which rippled in the gentle breeze.

“I’ll never get tired of that view.” You whispered, breathing deeply as you pulled your hair out of its updo, letting it fall across your back as you leaned your elbows against the balcony railing.

“It’s a gorgeous view.” Otis replied in an equal whisper, only you didn’t get a chance to see that he was no longer looking at the lake. Instead he was looking directly at you, wondering if you felt the same pull towards him of which he felt towards you.

He didn’t know what it was, whether it was the romantic view or what had happened earlier that made him feel so much more drawn to you right now than he’d ever felt. But he was. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you and before he knew it, he was once again standing behind you. So close to you that when you straightened, your back pressed lightly against his chest.

“Brian?” You whispered, a gentle and almost inaudible gasp leaving your lips as you felt his breath against your skin.

“Yeah?” He replied, the warmth of his voice travelling all the way between your legs as your desperation for him grew more fierce than you’d ever felt before.

“Earlier… When we were getting ready… What would you have done if Gerald hadn’t interrupted us?” You asked, feeling a small touch of nerves in your stomach amongst that which you felt lower down in your abdomen. You sensed him hesitate, clearly wondering if he should just tell you what he would have done, or whether you’d want him to show you. “Show me.”

Your words seemed to jumpstart what would soon become the most magical night for both of you. You could feel his fingers brush against your skin as he moved your hair out of the way, trailing his lips along your shoulder before planting them firmly on the nape of your neck.

The shiver in which the touch of his lips sent down your spine was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you stepped further back against him, bringing your arm up to thread your fingers through his curls as he continued to place sweet, yet fiery kisses along your neckline. His other hand slipped around your waist, holding you tightly against him as his kisses travelled up your neck and he placed one last one just beneath your ear before he whispered.

“Something like that.”

Your body shuddered as the words left his lips, the ones you’d been so desperate to feel on you that you never quite imagined just how they might make you feel. Otis was quick to plant them upon you again, this time working his way down one side of your neck, along the back of it and up the other, once again placing a heated kiss below your ear before whispering.

“Then maybe something like that.”

You practically melted beneath him, his hold on your waist the only thing keeping you upright and he knew it. He could sense what he was doing to you and if he’d known just how much of a reaction he’d get from showing you just how much he wanted you, then he’d have done it a hell of a lot sooner.

“Why aren’t we a couple?” You whispered, glancing to your side as your fingers remained threaded through his hair, as though keeping him from moving away. Not that he would. At this point he’d never move from you.

“I don’t know…” He breathed out, shaking his head as he trailed his knuckles down your spine, the way you gasped at his touch sparking that flame inside him. “All I know is that I want you.”

Your hand fell from his hair and for a second he thought you were going to walk away. But you didn’t. You simply turned to face him properly. And once you did, your fingers went right back to nest amongst his dark curls as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his.

“Then have me.” The second the words left your lips, you felt his press firmly against them. His tongue trailed across your lips, asking for permission to cross before you parted them, allowing it to delve deep into your mouth, exploring every single part it could reach.

He kissed you like a drowning man, one who’d been without oxygen for so long he’d forgotten how to breathe. He could taste the champagne that lingered against your tongue and the way his teeth sank gently into your bottom lip had you moan softly into his mouth, one in which he was more than happy to swallow down as it meant you were enjoying this just as much as he was.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” He said breathlessly, tucking your hair behind your ear as your foreheads came to rest upon one another’s.

“I could hazard a guess and say… Probably the same length of time I have.” You whispered, planting your lips against his again as you were already desperate to feel him for a second time. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly, making him groan in a way that had it rattle up his chest and escape into your mouth.

You pushed him gently backwards, moving with him as your lips never once parted. Your hand left his hair, joining your other one which was currently travelling up his arm, slinking slowly under his suit jacket which you quickly forced from his shoulders. His hands left your body for a second, allowing the material to fall to the ground before they were back on you again, fumbling blindly for the zip on the back of your dress as you undid his bowtie.

You parted from him, turning quickly as you swept your hair aside. He had been the one to zip you up after all, so it was only right that he be the one to unzip you as well. The second his knuckles began to brush over your skin, as he slowly lowered the zip, a wave of goosebumps spread out across your body, one’s so fierce and so prominent that you were sure he’d be able to see them.

“Fuck.” You gasped as his lips connected with your skin, his tongue trailing along the bumps of your spine as it worked all the way up the length of your back. His hands followed along as they grazed over your waist, his fingers curling gently around the opening of your dress before he pulled it apart enough that you could slide your arms out.

Otis turned you around, wanting to see just what was under your dress as he pulled it all the way down. Only, just as his hands gripped the soft material again, you stopped him.

“Wait…” You whispered, your hands leaving his to quickly unclasp your bra and pull it off before Otis could lower your dress. You figured he’d much rather see what was under your bra first, rather than have to face another article of clothing before he could get his mouth on you again. “Now you can go.”

Otis nodded, sucking in a breath as he could already feel the softness of your breasts against his knuckles as his fingers wrapped tightly around your dress again. He always thought you were hot. Could never seem to take his eyes off you actually, as he dreamt of being able to touch you. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening, that he’d be getting to see just what he’d imagined for so long in real life.

Before he went any further, he led you slowly towards the bed, the back of your legs hitting against it as you fell down onto it, Otis’s knee parting your legs a little so he could settle between them. He slid your dress slowly down, swearing under his breath when your breasts were revealed.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” He groaned softly, his mouth instantly cupping one of your already hardened nipples, teeth grazing lightly across it before his tongue flicked against it. His hand gave the other nipple just as much attention before he switched round, thoroughly enjoying the soft moans that left your lips.

He worked his way back up your chest and neck, kissing you with enough heat that the entirety of firehouse fifty-one would struggle to put it out. Your hands roamed his chest, feeling the hardness of his pecs beneath the soft material and you were anything but considerate when you ripped open the shirt, a few of the buttons popping off and scattering across the floor.

Otis fumbled to remove the material, eager to feel your skin against his as he kissed you. He leaned down, moaning softly into your mouth as he felt the slight wetness he’d left on your breasts from his mouth press against his chest. Your leg hooked behind his, your hips bucking a little in attempts to feel some kind of friction against the raving heat between them.

Your need to feel him was easily noticed by Otis as his hands gripped the dress that covered the remainder of your body and you lifted your hips, allowing him to slide it off you completely and throw it to the floor. He came to rest on his knees, lifting one of your legs by the ankle as he began to leave a trail of fiery kisses up your calf and along your inner thigh, feeling the heat radiate from your pussy as he got closer.

He remembered just how much you’d been affected by what your family said about your body, which is why he’d be making damn sure he not only told you just how perfect you really are, but that he showed you.

You hummed softly as you felt his fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties, pulling it down so incredibly slow that you knew he was teasing you. You knew he enjoyed seeing you so desperate for him and while it turned you on, both of you knew that patience was not one of your virtues.

“If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to start without you.” You teased, feeling as he pulled your panties down the remainder of your legs in one quick motion, tossing the now soaked material aside as he pushed you further apart.

“As hot as it would be to see that…” He whispered, planting a firm kiss directly on your clit, the brush of his facial hair causing a moan to force itself up your throat and out into the air. “I’d much prefer to do it myself.”

The next flick of his tongue against that throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs had you almost come apart beneath him. Your back began to arch off the bed as his arm slid across your stomach, holding you down as he devoured you like the hungriest of men, like he was afraid that you’d be taken away from him at any second.

His name escaped your lips as a moan, the pure pleasure ridden tone to it one that he very much liked as his fingers dipped deeper into the flesh of your thighs. You could feel the slight smile in which he’d been unable to stop from crossing his lips, and the way it had his facial hair brush against you again was almost enough for you to fall right over the edge.

“Brian please… I want you… Need you.” You panted, threading your fingers through his hair and gently tugging it. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer with his tongue between your legs and while you usually wouldn’t mind coming once or twice during sex, this time you wanted to feel your first orgasm with him buried deeply inside you.

Otis rose to his feet, a slight shimmer to his moustache from your arousal as he leaned over you, kissing you hard enough that you felt his teeth knock against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue which had you hum softly into his mouth as your hands worked down his chest, undoing his belt with such haste that your finger almost got caught in the buckle.

He made fast work of stepping out of his pants once you’d unbuttoned them for him and the second he got close enough to you again, your hand delved deep beneath his boxers, feeling just how hard he was for you beneath them.

The first touch of you against his cock had him groan into your mouth, his hips twitching forward as he almost fell on top of you. If this is how he was with just your hand wrapped around him, then who knows how he’d be able to survive when it was your pussy.

“I bet you’re gonna feel ever better than you taste.” He whispered against your lips, making you bite down hard on your bottom one as your hand pushed down his boxers, freeing his cock that you couldn’t wait to feel inside you.

“I guess you better hurry up and fuck me so you can see if you’re right.” You said playfully, watching the subtle hint of darkness creep over his eyes as he pushed your legs even further apart, settling himself beneath them and gently brushing the tip of his cock over your entrance.

He leaned down toward you, taking your lips in his as he slowly started to sink into you, feeling your grip on his shoulders tighten with every inch deeper he delved into you. He lifted your thigh, keeping a firm hold of it, allowing it to press against him as he tilted downwards a little so that he could fill you up completely.

“God, you feel so good. Guess I was right.” He whispered against your lips, watching the way your eyes began to roll back into your head as he began to buck his hips slowly, moving in deep, zealous strokes.

Each one of them hit that sweet spot deep inside you, igniting that fire within as you could already feel the pressure inside you building, desperate to release over him. Your back arched beneath him, your body fitting perfectly against his own as he held you close, keeping that slow, steady paced rhythm before you begged him to go faster.

He could already feel you closing in around him, the way you moaned beneath him, your body practically thriving with pleasure told him you were close. You were so very close and with one more thrust against your sweet spot, you clenched around his cock, breaking free from his lips to allow his name to pass over them as the mere pleasure that washed over you had you seeing more stars than that which littered the sky above you.

“That’s it, baby.” He whispered as he placed sloppy kisses against your neck, riding you through what was probably the best orgasm you’d ever had. He wasn’t far behind you and by the time you’d regained some sense of clarity, you felt the warmth of his release inside you as he moaned your name deeply into the nape of your neck.

“I love you.” You whispered into his ear as he reached his end, his movements becoming slow and sloppy before he finally stopped, his head lifting from your neck to look you in the eyes.

His hand left your thigh, offering you a touch of relief as it fell against the soft mattress beneath you, and he gently brushed the hair which had stuck to your face out of the way. He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against your lips before he whispered.

“I love you too.”

The End

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