hiii! love your writing style! I was wondering if you could do a Brian fic? maybe friends to lovers or literally anything works please and thank you đ„Čđ„Čâ€ïž
àšà§ â friends don't look at each other like that
[ featuring ] â brian gutierrez
[ tags / warnings ] â f!reader , friends to lovers , mutual pining , oblivious brian , teasing from teammates , fluff , first confession , kissing
[ a/n ] â hi!! thank you for requesting, i hope you like it <3
everyone knew.
everyone except the two people who actually mattered.
you and brian had been inseparable for years. you were always sitting beside each other on bus rides, sharing headphones during flights, stealing food off each other's plates after training, and sending each other videos at two in the morning because, "this reminded me of you."
to everyone else, you were already dating.
to the two of you?
you were "just friends."
"how's your girlfriend?"
brian nearly choked on his water.
"she's not my girlfriend."
his teammate only raised an eyebrow.
"...right."
you were no better.
your friends had long since given up trying to convince you.
"he literally bought you flowers."
"...they were because i passed my exams."
"he drove an hour to surprise you."
"...he was already nearby."
"he calls you before every match."
"...that's normal."
they all stared.
"...girl."
one afternoon, brian invited you to watch one of chicago's home matches from one of the quieter sections after training had ended.
once the stadium emptied, the two of you stayed behind.
it had always been your favorite part.
no roaring crowd.
no cameras.
just the two of you sitting in the stands with your feet resting against the seats in front.
"remember when we first met?" brian asked.
you laughed.
"you stole my fries."
"they looked good."
"they were."
"...worth it."
you rolled your eyes.
"you're lucky i forgave you."
he smiled.
"...i'm lucky you forgave me for a lot of things."
the conversation drifted naturally after that.
old memories.
inside jokes.
stories neither of you had told anyone else.
there was something about empty stadiums that made people honest.
"...can i ask you something?"
you nodded.
"...have you...ever liked anyone?"
your heart skipped.
"...why?"
he shrugged, suddenly finding the grass much more interesting than your face.
"...just wondering."
you studied him.
"...yeah."
"...oh."
he tried to sound casual.
he failed miserably.
"...do i know him?"
"...mhm."
his stomach dropped.
"...is he..."
he laughed nervously.
"...is he on the team?"
"...yeah."
"..."
"..."
"...does he play midfield?"
you couldn't help smiling.
"...sometimes."
"..."
his expression slowly fell.
"...oh."
you frowned.
"...what's wrong?"
he let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
"...nothing."
"...brian."
"...it's just..."
he sighed.
"...i was hoping maybe..."
he shook his head.
"forget it."
you reached over and caught his wrist before he could stand.
"...hoping what?"
he looked at your hand wrapped around his.
then at you.
"...i was hoping..."
another nervous laugh.
"...that maybe you'd say me."
your eyes widened.
"...brian."
"...it's okay."
he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"i know we're friends."
"..."
"...and i don't want to ruin-"
"it is you."
he blinked.
"...what?"
"it's you."
you laughed, suddenly just as nervous as he was.
"the midfielder."
"...the guy on the team."
"...the one i've liked for...a really long time."
he stared.
"..."
"..."
"...seriously?"
you nodded.
he blinked again.
"...you're not joking?"
"...no."
"..."
"..."
"...we're both idiots."
you burst into laughter.
"yeah."
"definitely."
he laughed too, shaking his head.
"everyone probably knew before we did."
"my friends certainly did."
"mine too."
another comfortable silence settled between you.
this one felt different.
lighter.
warmer.
hopeful.
"...can i do something i've wanted to do for a while?"
your cheeks warmed.
"...okay."
he leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.
when you didn't, his lips brushed yours in the softest kiss imaginable.
it was gentle.
careful.
like he still couldn't quite believe this was real.
when he pulled back, both of you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
"...so..."
you teased.
"...does this mean i can finally call you my boyfriend?"
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Description: Brian comes home from a painful mission with Tim all pent up and stressed, Finger sucking, P in V.
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You find Brian pacing in his dimly lit bedroom, the weight of their latest mission with Tim still etched on his face. He stops mid-stride, his eyes meeting yours, and you can see the tension in his jaw relax slightly. "You're here," he says, his voice low and relieved. He crosses the room, his boots thudding softly on the worn wooden floor, and takes your hand, pulling you close. "I need this, now," he murmurs, his breath hot on your ear.
Before you can respond, he's blindfolding you, the silk tie cool and smooth against your skin. The room grows darker, the last remnants of light disappearing as he binds the tie securely behind your head. You hear the rustle of fabric as he moves, the creak of leather as he steps closer, his breath now hot on your neck.
"Hands on the wall," he commands, his voice firm yet gentle. You comply, your palms pressing against the cool, rough surface of the brick wall. You can hear the jingle of his belt buckle, the zip of his jeans, and you take a deep breath, your heart starting to race.
Suddenly, his hands are on you, urgent and insistent. He grips your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you back against him. You can feel his hardness through his jeans, pressing against you, making you gasp. He reaches around, his hand sliding up your stomach, fingers finding your mouth. "Bite down if you need to," he growls, pushing two fingers past your lips.
You obey, the salty taste of his skin filling your mouth as you sink your teeth into his fingers. He lets out a low moan, his other hand moving to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down along with your panties in one smooth movement. You feel the cool air on your skin, followed by the heat of his hand as he cups you, his thumb finding your clit, making you moan around his fingers.
He removes his hand from your mouth, replacing it with something smooth and hard. A bottle. "Don't drop it," he orders, his voice strained. You can hear the pop of the lid, the squelch of lube as he slicks himself up. Then he's at your entrance, pushing into you with one quick thrust.
You gasp, the intrusion sudden and intense, but he doesn't give you time to adjust. He starts moving, his hips slapping against your ass as he pounds into you. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place. You can feel every inch of him as he moves in and out, the pleasure building with each thrust.
You brace yourself against the wall, the bottle clutched tightly in your hand. You can hear his ragged breaths, his low moans as he fucks you, the sound of your own wetness as he slides in and out. You're close, the pleasure building in your core, ready to explode.
Suddenly, he stops, his hands moving to your breasts, squeezing them roughly through your shirt. "Not yet," he pants, his voice ragged. "Not until I say."
He releases you, his hands moving to your hips again. He starts moving again, slower this time, his thrusts long and deep. You can feel him filling you completely, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. You bite down on your lip to keep from crying out, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
"You're mine," he grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. "Say it."
"iâm yours," you pant, the words coming out automatically.
"No," he snarls, slamming into you. "Say it. Say 'I'm yours, Brian.'"
"I'm yours, Brian," you gasp, the words barely comprehensible.
"That's right," he growls, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. "Come for me. Now."
You obey, the pleasure exploding inside you, your body convulsing as you come. You hear him grunt, feel him swell inside you as he comes too, his body shuddering against yours.
He pulls out slowly, his hands gently removing the bottle from your grasp. You can hear the thud as it lands on the floor, followed by the rustle of fabric as he cleans himself up. Then he's untying the blindfold, the room coming back into focus slowly.
He's looking at you, his face still flushed, his eyes soft. "I needed that," he says, his voice gentle now. He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thank you."
You smile at him, your body aching in the best possible way. "Anytime," you say, leaning into his touch. And you mean it.
personality: INFP and literally the walking definition of social anxiety LMAO, im not very good at starting conversation or initiating and it can take some persistence to get me to loosen up. once u become my friend i am literally insufferable and talk a lot but i would still say i have a hard time setting boundaries, telling people no, when i need a break, bc im scared of starting arguments and confrontation </3 if i don't like u as a person i typically wont say it bc that feeeeeels mean but i definitely wouldnt go out of my way to interact! definitely need people who are able to communicate and understand that i am someone who will need reassurance more than the average person..
likes: i loveeee love artsy stuff!! anything crafty is right up my alley! i enjoy reading and writing as well! i like to get my friends gifts and trinkets if i have expendable cash money, and i enjoy chill hangouts! i think beetles and butterflies are cool, i enjoy silly whimsical things, comfortable silence, big tight hugs, lalalala
dislikes: not a lot!! i don't like crazy parties with huge crowds and alcohol galore where it feels like theres no escape LMAO, persistent nasty attitudes can get on my nerves too just kinda everything opposite to what i do like yk
gender preference: any!! who want me
other: i mean... u KNOW my vibe... im alternative, im like 5'4, lalala thats all :D
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maybe i'm biased but .... I'm pairing you up with..................
BRIAN THOMAS (AKA Hoodie)
im so biased but it's because it's truuuuuuue.
ur charismatic king.... ur first meeting is probably awkward as fuck. but he thinks its honestly cute. (he won't admit that until later though).
although you'd have to do something that makes him curious about you, which is your like of beetles. He think's it's intriguing that someone is actually interested in creatures that most people scream at. (aka me)
although its a bit awkward at first, Brian is the type of person to eventually get you to loosen up. He's just as quiet as Hoodie, but he is able to appreciate comfortable silence.
personally I think he ends up really talking to you once he sees the art you make while he's hoodie. If you gift it to him, he'll say thank you, and your relationship progresses from there immensely.
totally a listener. Please yap to him. he'll think ur adorable. yapper x listener combo. Esp bc he doesn't really tend to yap anyways.
to be honest, he might think your a bit of a push-over at first. and thats okay, because Brian will try to help you establish boundaries. He doesn't get mad or uncomfortable easily either, so he's someone who's perfect to help.
at first he probably sucks at reassurance if you guys aren't close. But once you guys are close, I swear he's the best at it.
get him a trinket and he'll cherish it just as much as the art. or even write him something. it's probably the quickest way to his heart. esp because he thinks nobody would do this for him normally. thats how he starts to open up more.
he'd never let you spend money on him though, before and after you guys are close. he's a gentleman no matter what.
his dislikes are your dislikes as well. I don't see him as a person who loves crowds or alcohol as Brian or Hoodie.
He's never nasty unless he's at work, and something isn't going as smoothly, but even then he tries not to take it out on you. he's just irritated. But you make him happy!
âŹâ.Ë
I hope this was okay my love. ......I don't think there was anyone else that really was as compatible as Brian is with you <3.
Coming out of writerâs block and a new account. Oh dear.
Summary: you move in with your sister to find what you wanna do in your new town. It all starts with a flyer.
Characters: Brian Thomas, Tim Wright
This may be shit, but heyâŠ.Itâs a wip
Word count: 537
Living with your sister was nice. You didnât have a job yet, but was planning to find work when you moved and furthering your career in your actual interests, not what your parents made up. Being an adult with fucky parents wasnât for the weak, but you had gone through many grueling years to finally do what you want. Moving was a different story, but actually arriving there was peaceful.
Having a house that was on the edge of town wasnât so bad, smelling the fields of wheat, grass, and agriculture surrounding you. Getting to walk around the outskirts while everyone was asleep in the middle of the night or sitting in your backyard were things you did after unpacking every now and then, and watching the stars as you rested your head on a nearby pillow because you had made a makeshift bed out there just for that occasion. The house wasnât big, but you were alone most of the time. You had your own room that you had nested all of your things in, a few banners, and some stuffed animals you were going to miss if you didnât bring them. It was a bit embarrassing riding off of your sisterâs empathy, but luckily with a new town, comes a new start. A new life.
As time went on, you had gotten accustomed to the people around you, even making a few friends while job searching. Heading home after Josie, your friend that you had made after going to the park with another friend, had given you a flyer for a hardware store that was hiring near your place. You recall the conversation that ended you with this flyer, Josie convincing you that it wasnât creepy and that it was pretty chill, the regulars of the town went there all the time.
âItâs either this or the local grocery store, and trust me. You wouldnât like all the bitchy Karens in there.â She told you as she handed you the flyer, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
Your sister was working most of the time to pay too much attention to you, so you got to take these late night walks home, listening to the crickets far out from the fields, the cold surrounding your body as you moved.
Nearing your house, a pickup truck drove past, the smell of oil and metal filling your nose as it went by practically woke your senses up as you entered the back gate. You watched as it passed you, getting a glimpse of the man in the truck, looking stern.
âHey, you have fun today?â Your sister asked as she prepped the food on the table, wiping her hands on her pants, sitting down at the dining table.
âYeah, I got a flyer for this job at the hardware store near us, seems pretty niceâ. You say at the table as your sister ate, ending the night with plopping on your bed, feeling yourself drift off. With the food and the walking, your body was wore out.
Before you drifted off, your senses recalled the rustic and oily smell of that pickup and what Josie told you about the town youâve started to get accustomed to.
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a/n: finally a longer fic for you all đ also tysm for all the support!! also not proofread yet, iâll do it when i wake up later. also first time writing brian, kinda nervous đ
âGod fuckinâ dammit, Brian!â Tim shouted, stuffing his gun into his holster.
âItâs not my fault the gun misfired!â Brian argued.
Tim huffed, âWell maybe if you cleaned the damn thing it wouldnât be all gunked up-â
Brian cut him off. âIf you had just bought new bullets rather the old shit you had in your bag.â
You run up from where you had been hiding for the mission. âWould you both shut up? If you both had been prepared maybe we wouldnât have fucked this up. But now weâre left with a living target, half a tank of gas in the truck, and you two dumbasses fighting!â
You were absolutely pissed. Brian and Tim were friends, of course, but on this latest mission they were basically at each otherâs throats, and for no reason: Brian didnât steal Tim a pack of cigarettes while he was in the gas station, Tim stepped on the back of Brianâs boot while they were walking, Brian borrowed Timâs jacket and didnât tell him. Just petty shit over and over again. And this wasnât a short simple mission where you get it done and you go home. This was all the way in another state, in the cold rain, multiple targets, multiple locations. Too many hours of being stuck in moldy motel rooms and the cold truck sitting right between Tim and Brian and their meaningless arguments.
And with that last note, you turned on your heel and all but stomped back to the truck. You pushed yourself into the middle of the seat, just like always, and slammed the door. You could see the boys looking at each other, exasperated and annoyed.
They both got in the vehicle with you: Brian in the drivers and Tim in the passenger. Tim threw his mask on the floor of the truck and then manually rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. He was silent and his brows were laced with gruff annoyance. He didnât look anywhere but straight outside the window, waiting for the nicotine to relax him.
Brian, on the other hand, turned over to you, sliding his hand onto your knee. âIâm sorry, hon, I know youâre frustrated with us and this shitty as situation.â Tim huffed, still not fully looking over at you two, but Brian saw his eyes flicker over for a fraction of a second.
âIs there anything I can do to make it better? Anything I can get you?â He continued. Tim flicked his cigarette hard against the window.
âDonât do this in front of me right now, Brian.â He finally said, turning. His face tightened in frustration.
âThe fuck are you talkinâ about?â Brianâs hand slid slightly higher from your knee, so subtly you barely realize it.
Timâs eyes flashed down to your thigh. âYou know exactly what Iâm talkinâ about. Donât play stupid with me.â
âWhat the hell is going on?â You asked, still frustrated from earlier and more so now.
âNothinâ, baby, nothinâ.â Tim huffed, trying to let the situation go.
âRight, so you donât mind this?â Brian argued, his hands coming to each of your hips and pulling you onto his lap. Your heartbeat picks up. You were annoyed with him, yeah, but heâs still hot, so you werenât gonna just pull away from him. Your hands came up against his arms. Brian smirked and took a look at your cleavage. His tongue wet his lips quickly.
Tim stared at you two for a beat. Another.
âIâm not takinâ this shit from you.â He moved to open the door.
Thatâs when your hand reached out to his bicep. âYou ainât gotta go.â
âWhat? You want me to stay here and watch?â He scoffed. âNot really interested, sug.â
âNot exactly what I meantâŠâ Your voice got softer, lower. While still on Brianâs lap, you tugged Timâs arm closer. He complied, despite himself. You tugged his head closer and began to kiss up his jaw slowly until you reached his earlobe, which you drew your tongue up against before grazing it with your teeth. Brian watched this, absolutely enthralled. You felt him hard against where you sat in his lap.
Brianâs hand slipped under your shirt, gliding up your spine. His big hand covered big portions of your back. Though he was only touching that bit of you, it felt like he was everywhere.
âTake it off âer, Briââ Tim said, his voice a little breathless. Your mouth was now against his neck. His skin was aching hot and salty.
Brian listened to Tim, which oughta be a miracle with the way theyâd both been acting lately. His hands held your waist on either side, pulling you upright, away from Timâs neck. Tim helped out, hand on your jaw guiding you away. Brian pulled off your shirt, a nude bra now the only thing in the boyâs line of sight.
Brianâs hands came to his belt, nearly fumbling with the buckle. Timâs ran up your now bare torso and heading up to your breasts.
âGoddamn, youâre a handful, baby. More than a handful, really.â His voice was gravely. Tim squeezed a tit and then met your eye. You looked back at him with only absolute need.
Brian shifted his jeans past his hips just enough to pull down his boxers. You were meeting him right there, ready to take him into your hand the moment he pulled out his long, hard cock. You gathered some spit in your mouth and let it fall right onto his dick. Then you rubbed it all over with your hand, mixing with the precum that had already been gathered at his tip. You began pumping your hand up and down his throbbing length.
At the same time, Tim shifted from your tits to the waistband of your jeans. He unbuttoned them easily, but he teased for a moment. His hand slowly moved from your lower stomach down past the waistband. The tips of his fingers brushed the edge of your panties and you whined, âTim, please.â
Brian chimed in, saying, âCmon, look at her. Sheâs being such a good girl for us.â Brian gestured to your hand rubbing him.
Tim finally pushed his hand into your underwear, curving to reach where you needed him most. He circled around your clit once. You jolted up in Brianâs lap from the sensation. He continued, speed moderate, almost matching the pace you were giving Brian. With his other hand, he guided your face to look him in the eye. His thumb hooked into your mouth, a silent gesture for you to open it.
âTake it, baby.â He spat into your mouth. He tasted like cigarette smoke and something faintly minty. You swallowed eagerly. Removing his thumb, he shoved his index and middle fingers into your mouth, fucking them back and forth, all the while his other hand is still rubbing your clit. You moan around his fingers. You donât slow on jacking off Brian, but your hand stutters every so often. Brianâs fingers slide against your scalp and he takes hold of your hair, yanking it back so Tim can finger fuck your mouth even deeper. You moan even harder against his fingers.
Brian finally has enough of your hand and he decides he wants more.
âJeans.â He says to Tim. Itâs short, but Tim of course knows exactly what he means. He grabs you by the arms, pulling you to lie with your back in his lap, as Brian starts to pull your jeans and underwear off you. He spreads your legs and spits on your cunt before he grabs you and takes you back into his lap.
âYou want this?â Brian asked, voice rough.
âPlease, I need it..â You whimper, missing Timâs finger on your clit. With that, Brian lines up the head of his cock against your entrance and guides it in. Heâs long and you feel it immediately as your inner walls cling to him. He grips your hips, bouncing you up and down in his lap lightly.
Tim undoes his belt next, roughly kicking his jeans down. His cock is shorter than Brianâs but much thicker. He grabs your arms again, this time bending you at the waist for your face to come to his cock. Your tongue comes to lick the precum off his tip and he groans. You take the top of him into your mouth and focus your tongue on it, drawing heavy breathing from his mouth.
Brian slaps your ass, the noise echoing through the truck. He pulls your hips down faster against his own, spurred on by watching you suck Tim off so good.
âGod, just like that, hon. Suck that cock.â Brian praised you. âTake it some more. You can do it.â
His hand pushed at your back lightly.
âMm, fuck.â Tim swore loudly. His hips began to rock up into your mouth. He reached over to wear you sat on top of Brian and rubbed your clit. You moaned Timâs name as you pulled off his dick for a breath. Once you came back to him, he began fucking your mouth harder. Brian picked up the pace too.
âGoddamn, youâre so sexy.â Brian groaned, watching your hips rock, watching his length disappear into you. âYou see that, Tim? Fuck, Iâm gonna cum all in that pussy.â You whimpered around Tim hearing Brian say that.
And he followed through with his word. You felt the warmth spread through your cunt. You came only moments later with Tim still massaging your clit.
He pulled you off Brian roughly and onto him, going ahead and nudging his cock into your entrance, Brianâs cum still leaking out of you. He guided your hips down him, stretching you around him. You whimpered, hands clutching his shoulders.
âYou can take it, baby.â He assured you. âYou got it.â
Brian came up next to you and began kissing your neck. He grabbed your hair roughly and moved it out of the way. His tongue swept hard against your skin. His kisses were brutal. That mixed with Tim fucking you was an erotic attack on your senses.
Tim grabbed your jaw once more, this time crashing his mouth against yours. You tried to moan his name again, but his mouth cut you off before you could even finish. His hips fucked you harder. Brian smacked your ass, egging you on.
âOh my fucking God!â You moaned loudly, a huge orgasm coming over you. You crashed against Timâs chest, pushing your face against his neck as you cried out. Brian continued to kiss down your body, only adding to the extent of your pleasure.
Your head lied in Brianâs, now fully clothed, lap and your legs in Timâs. Brian stroked his fingers through your hair and Tim rubbed your thighs. They quietly held you through the next moments after sex. It could barely even occur to anyone in that moment that no one was arguing anymore.
The light in the cabin was soft, filtered through the thick canopy of trees surrounding their small sanctuary. Brianâor Hoodie, as most knew himâsat on the edge of the worn sofa, his gloved hands busy with a small needle and thread. He wasnât usually the one for domestic tasks, but the quiet of the afternoon had a way of settling his restless mind.
You watched him from across the room, wrapped in a blanket that smelled faintly of pine and cold air. He was focused on a small tear in your favorite sweatshirt, his head tilted slightly as he worked. The yellow mask was gone, discarded on the coffee table, leaving his face exposed in the dim light. There was a rare softness in his expression, a lack of the usual tension that defined their lives.
"You don't have to do that, Brian," you said softly, your voice barely more than a whisper.
He didn't look up, but the corner of his mouth quirked into a faint, ghost of a smile. "It's cold. You'll need it."
He finished the last stitch with a precision that surprised you, knotting the thread and cutting it with a small pocket knife. He stood up and walked over, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He didn't just hand the hoodie back; he sat down beside you, the warmth of his presence immediately grounding.
"Here," he murmured, draping the freshly mended fabric over your shoulders.
As you pulled it on, the familiar scent of himâsomething metallic, something woodsy, and entirely Brianâenveloped you. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned back, allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder. His arm came around you, a protective weight that made the rest of the world feel miles away.
In the silence of the cabin, with only the sound of the wind in the trees and the steady rhythm of his heart, the shadows seemed a little less dark. For a moment, there were no missions, no monsters, and no expectationsâjust the two of you, tucked away in a pocket of peace that felt like home.
"Stay?" you asked, your eyes fluttering closed.
His grip tightened just a fraction, a silent promise. "Always."
Hiii this if my first request but could you maybe make a smau where reader purposefully likes teases the creep but acts clueless when they call them out?
