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Dating My Daughter

Here is a new Dominic Luca request for Swat, I'm sorry this took me so long and I'm trying to work on more Swat ideas at the moment.

Please let me know what you think.

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Summary: No one at Swat knows that Luca is dating the Commander's daughter. That is, until she turns up to base and suddenly collapses.

Enjoy.

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A smile worked its way onto Luca's face when he started to wake up, but he kept his eyes shut, wanting to bask in the moment a little longer. He could practically feel the morning sun beating down against his eyelids as it broke through the thin curtains.

His arm lifted a little so he could drag his rough, worn fingertips up and down the back of (Y/n)'s shoulder. His touch light enough to feel like feathers tickling across her skin.

He felt (Y/n)'s lips press into his chest, silently letting him know that she was awake too. It felt strange to wake up before his alarm and without being rudely awoken by an alert from Swat asking the team to come in early. It was rare these days to get a full nights sleep and have a lay in like this.

His left arm felt heavy when he tried to move it and slump his arm over his eyes, further blocking out the light in an attempt to stay relaxed in bed for a little while longer.

But his lips curved into a grin and a flutter of adrenaline sparked through his stomach and livened him up when he felt (Y/n) move.

Wet, hollow kisses pressed up his sternum in a slow trail that had him holding back shivers and doing his best to stay motionless. The feeling of (Y/n)'s lips pressing to his neck made him take in a deep breath but when she grazed her teeth along his skin, his lips curved higher and his hand curled around her shoulder, giving a tight squeeze.

"Morning."

"Morning," Luca slid his arm from covering his eyes so it was slumped behind his head on the pillow. Allowing him to open his eyes, adjust to the light and stare down at the girl laid on top of him.

(Y/n) had her chest pressing against his side and both arms were now folded neatly over Luca's chest with her chin perched on her arms so she could stare up at him with that sweet smile that could get away with murder in Luca's eyes.

Her eyes danced around the room for a moment before settling back on Luca. They didn't always stay at his place, it was usually (Y/n)'s apartment they frequented because Street was staying with Luca. And when no one on the team knew that Luca was dating the Commander's daughter, it was easier to stay at (Y/n)'s place. She didn't have a roommate or a member of the team hanging around to see them.

She moved her arms a little so she could tilt her chin down and attach her lips to Luca's chest, trying not to grin against him when she felt his hand tighten on her shoulder.

Her eyes shot up to look at him and a gasp burst past her lips when his arm slid down from her shoulder to bind tightly around her waist. His palm pressed flat on her lower back and he pushed up so he could flip them over. He rolled her onto her back, muffling her quiet laugh as he moved to hover between her thighs. Luca's hands planted down on the pillow either side of her head, caging her in beneath him while his teeth flashed in a cheesy grin verging on a smirk.

She brought her hands up to cup his face, smoothing her thumbs down over the creases beneath his eyes as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips.

His hands shifted to hold her sides when he balanced his weight between his knees and his arms that pinned down into the mattress to stop his weight from crushing (Y/n) beneath him. He tilted his head to the left, kissing her cheek first before he made a slow descent down her neck.

His fingers scrunched up in her shirt, about to try his luck with taking it off until he looked down.

"Isn't that mine?" He muttered with a sideways grin. He recognised that pale grey shirt and the fact that he could scrunch it up in one fist and the shirt still looked two sizes two big on his girlfriend gave away the fact it wasn't hers.

He looked back up and the grin she flashed him made his heart jump, especially when her smile was obscured by her teeth puncturing into her lower lip.

"Maybe."

While he took a moment to admire the view in front of him, (Y/n) took her chance to scrape her nails agonisingly slow over his skin, starting from his abdomen and she worked her way up until her hands were curved around his neck. Her fingers tickled the small hairs at the back of his neck and she sat up to meet him in the middle, moulding her chest against his before she pulled his lips down to hers.

(Y/n) could feel the fever behind his kiss and the way his fingertips dug bruisingly into her hips when she pushed her chest up against him just to irritate him and goad him further.

Her lips curved into a smile against his kiss and when she pulled back, (Y/n) sucked Luca's lower lip between her teeth and gave a small tug until she could feel the growl deep within his chest, rumbling through into her own.

"Baby," Luca's groan was deep and the word was a warning. He didn't have a lot of time before he was going to have to get ready for Swat, and she was teasing.

Her fingertips slid away from the back of his neck so she could drape her arms around his neck and tickle her fingers across his shoulders instead. Her plump lips left Luca's and moved towards his jaw and when she could feel his lips forming into a grin, she started to kiss down his neck.

He could feel her teeth grazing against the junction between his neck and shoulder, about to bite down and leave a mark. With a deep breath, Luca pushed forward causing (Y/n) to fall back into the pillows with him on top of her. And the shock did the trick in preventing her from leaving a dark bruise on his skin.

"Don't be marking me up, Street's already been begging to meet my girl and your dad will kill me if Street lets slip."

Luca had done a good job at deflecting any of the team's questions so far when they asked who he was so happy to be texting or where he was heading off to after work. And Street knew he had a girlfriend, it wasn't hard to figure out when Luca spent half his time somewhere else and came back with bright smiles and smelling of perfume.

The first person who had to be told was (Y/n)'s dad, the person they had been trying to hide their relationship from in the first place.

In the beginning it was easier not to tell anyone. (Y/n) knew her dad would interrogate Luca and give him warnings if he knew, therefore none of the team could know in case they told Hicks. But the longer they stayed together, the less willing they were to tell Hicks in case he took the news badly. He didn't want anyone at Swat looking at his daughter, let alone trying to date her.

"Hmm, okay." She murmured softly before snagging his lips in another kiss which stole all of his senses.

Luca let himself lean against her a bit more, but he tried to keep some of his weight pushed back on his legs and his elbows so he didn't crush (Y/n) beneath him. But he could still feel every crevace of her moulded up against him.

And as always, he leaned slightly to the left so he wouldn't touch the small oval plaster patch on the right side of her abdomen.

Her Dexcom.

A small sensor just beneath the skin that took continuous readings of (Y/n)'s glucose levels so she didn't have to prick her finger and check her levels through her blood anymore. Being diabetic had a lot of ups and downs, but her Dexcom was a lot easier than finger pricks for blood readings every day.

It didn't hurt but Luca never wanted to lean too close or press on it just in case he did one day hurt her or damage it.

He was a big guy, it wouldn't take much for Luca to crush (Y/n) beneath his body weight and he would hate to lean on her Dexcom and move it by accident. It had sensors beneath the skin, Luca could only imagine moving that without proper care or attention would cause (Y/n) some pain and grief.

Wet, panting kisses were peppered along her neck and down the middle of her throat so every time she gasped or swallowed, Luca could feel each movement. He let go of her hips and moved his fingertips across her sides and over the dips and curves of her body, trying to wind her up because he knew how ticklish she could be.

He paused his administrations when one of their phones on the bedside table pinged.

"Damn." Luca leaned down and buried his face in the crook of (Y/n)'s neck, feeling her shudder against him when he sank his teeth down into the soft flesh and tugged.

He felt (Y/n) hiss into his hair when his teeth released from her neck and it made him grin. His thumb traced across her jaw and he pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek before he reached across and grabbed his phone. His eyes squinted at the brightness and he flicked through the notifications before he realised it hadn't been his phone that had gone off.

Switching out for (Y/n)'s phone, he looked at the newest notification before setting her phone back down again. His left hand stayed on her hip, his thumb tracing over her hipbone while his right hand rummaged around in his top drawer for something.

Once his fingers found the bag of sweets tucked beneath loose change and multiple chargers, Luca tossed them down on the pillow next to (Y/n).

He relished the way (Y/n)'s eyes widened and followed his movements to see what he had gotten from the drawer.

"Your sugar's dropping. Eat a few of those, babe." With a lasting kiss to her lips, Luca grinned against her mouth and gave her a squeeze before he slowly shifted to kneel between her thighs. He sank back on his heels and stretched his arms above his head while (Y/n) popped two jelly babies into her mouth.

Her Dexcom was connected to her phone, it sent alerts and notifications to tell her if her levels were okay, too low or too high. It gave recommendations on what was the best things to eat or drink and suggested eating dinner or getting a snack. It was great because (Y/n) didn't always know her levels were dropping until she started to feel the effects. The app let her know with some advanced warning.

It was also good for letting her know during the night. Sometimes (Y/n) didn't always wake up if she was having a hypo during the night. But with the notifications, it woke her and with Luca being a light sleeper, if he heard the notification he would wake up and help.

They had been together for long enough now that Luca had a stash of sweets in his car, glucose sachets in his backpack he took around with him. And he had put some in his bedside drawer on the off chance they stayed here rather than at (Y/n)'s place. Jelly babies happened to be his weakness and he knew they were good to boost (Y/n)'s levels if she ever needed them.

"Are these a midnight snack?" There was a little bit of hope in (Y/n)'s voice. Hope that these weren't just in Luca's drawer because he could get peckish during the night, but because he wanted them here in case she stayed over.

The soft look that flooded his eyes made (Y/n)'s stomach flip as she reached into the packet for another sweet.

Her eyes followed Luca as he dropped his arms from stretching above his head and cupped her chin so he could lean forward and kiss the powdered sugar from her lips.

"Street's been staying out recently, and I knew if you stayed the night, we might need some sugar close at hand."

"You planned ahead." (Y/n) wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement, but the tenderness in her voice pulled at Luca's heartstrings and had his smile broadening. He kissed her again, softer this time and nudged his nose against hers.

"I wanted to be prepared, there's a pack in the car too."

At the risk of sounding corny, (Y/n) mumbled a quiet but loving "You're sweet," as her hands moved to cup his face, bringing him in for a lasting kiss before he climbed off the bed. He needed to get ready for work.

Luca pulled a shirt over his head and turned to look back at (Y/n) when he heard her moving to get up off the bed. The smile on his face began to fade when he watched (Y/n) wobble on unsteady feet, and when her eyes started to roll, Luca pushed forward.

He looped his arms around her waist, letting her slump forward into his chest just as her knees began to cave.

"Wow, hey you okay?" He pecked her temple and moved one hand to tilt her head back so she was looking up at him. His eyes narrowed, watching the way her eyes took a few seconds to come back into focus and her hands felt like they were shaking when she reached out for his arms.

She managed a small smile and nodded her head when the dizziness began to fade and the spots in front of her eyes faded back to full vision again.

"I'm good, j-just the sugar, probably."

Luca hummed in that quiet way that told her he wasn't inclined to believe her, but he wouldn't press the matter. He turned her and helped her sit back down on the side of the bed as his eyes looked her up and down just to reassure himself that she was alright.

Her levels had dipped, she probably just needed to wait for them to even back out again.

***

A grin spread across (Y/n)'s lips when she walked past the gym and clocked her eyes onto a familiar set of blond hair spiked up at the front. She could feel her visitor's badge tapping away on the waistband of her jeans and she began to tap her finger against the badge, stopping it from making such a noise.

Her eyes stayed focused on Luca who was staring down at the tablet in his hands, clearly going through some notes or files for a new case.

It took a few seconds for him to finally lift his eyes and look ahead of him. He knew this place like the back of his hand, he was used to roaming around without needing to look where he was going.

When he lifted his eyes, they seemed to light up the moment they latched onto (Y/n). He scoured around the gym, making sure no one was nearby as he and (Y/n) went to cross paths. He was aiming for the computer room, although Luca wasn't sure where (Y/n) was going or why she was here.

When they came close, Luca moved the tablet into his right hand so he could reach his other hand out. He wormed his arm in front of (Y/n) and gave her hip a tight squeeze as they passed, and he took the opportunity to press a kiss to her temple since no one was around.

He didn't like having to let go of her, but they couldn't afford for anyone to see their interaction and catch onto what was happening between them.

(Y/n) smiled to herself and tilted her head down when Luca passed her. She kept her pace and aimed for the stairs at the back of the base. She was here to see her dad, they were heading out for lunch together.

Shifting her hand up, (Y/n) rubbed at her temple to try and rid herself of the headache beginning to form behind her eyes. She hadn't felt amazing since her low sugar level this morning, but her levels had evened out since then.

Her head was pounding and she wasn't sure if she was going to have much of an apetite once she and her dad went out, but (Y/n) knew she would have to eat something. Skipping meals wasn't an option for her, it screwed with her diabetes. Regular meals, controlled carbohydrates and sugar intake all helped to keep her stable.

She continued to rub at her temple but a gasp tumbled past her lips and she came to an abrupt stop when she turned towards the stairs and almost barelled into someone.

"(Y/n), hey. What're you doing here?"

A forced smile wormed onto her lips and she looped her arms around Deacon, pulling him in for a hug. It had been a while since she had seen almost anyone from Swat, excluding Luca of course. She always managed to have some banter with Deacon and have a good joke around.

"Meeting dad, for lunch. How are you?" It took a moment to get the words out properly and in the correct order, and she was sure Deacon sensed that she wasn't feeling her best right now.

Her nose crinkled when she felt her blood pulsing through her head like a boombox and she could of groaned when she felt how warm it was in here. She felt like she was burning up, God they had the heating on a lot round here.

"I'm good, we miss you round here, you know." He patted his hand on (Y/n)'s arm, but his smile started to fade.

Deacon moved his hands to his hips and tilted his head to one side when (Y/n) leaned back into the wall just beside the stairs. She didn't look too good. (Y/n) ran her hand around the back of her neck while she pressed her lips together. Her mouth felt dry. How long had it been since she'd had a drink? Was that why she had a headache, because she needed a drink?

"I- I uh, I need to find dad." She did her best to smile, but she knew it didn't fool him.

Her hand trailed along the wall as she turned towards the stairs and tried to get herself to move. Whatever Deacon said went in one ear and out the other as (Y/n) forced her numb legs to lift and move up the stairs. But three steps up had her feeling like someone had pressed a pause button on her.

"Oh, God." Deacon surged forward and reached out for (Y/n) when her body landed on the stairs with a thud that echoed in his ears and made him cringe.

His hands grasped her waist and he carefully reeled her up off the stairs, taking a few steps back to ease her down to the floor. He couldn't have her laid passed out on the stairs like that, she could hurt herself.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you with me?"

His hands moved to lay her on her back as he crouched down beside her and gently cupped her neck. He tilted her head to the side and felt her pulse whilst also making sure she was still breathing properly.

"Deak?"

Deacon tilted ihs head back at the sound of Hondo's voice, seeing the Sargent stood at the top of the stairs. "Go get Hicks."

"Deak, hey Deak what happened?"

Panic struck a chord in Luca's chest and sent twinges rolling throughout his nervous system like he was about to have a heart attack. He dumped the tablet down on the bench at his side before he jogged over towards the stairs. What was he doing? Why was (Y/n) passed out on the floor?

"This is (Y/n), Hick's daughter. She didn't look too good and she passed out, Hondo's gone to get him."

Luca resisted the urge to say he knew who she was. Of course he knew, he'd been seeing her for the last few months, but none of the team needed to know that yet. He crouched down beside (Y/n), watching intently as Deacon tried to lift her eyelid and see if she was conscious, but her eyes had rolled tot he back of her head.

Before he could think better of it, he moved round for the bag that had slid off (Y/n)'s arm in the struggle. He unzipped her bag and fumbled around until he found her phone. He had to know if her levels had dropped and if this was anything to do with her diabetes or not.

"Uh, Luca, what are you doing?" Deacon kept his hands on (Y/n)'s neck, still trying to rouse her. But he rose a brow when he watched his friend find (Y/n)'s phone. Deacon doubted calling anyone or checking her phone was going to make much of a difference right now.

"Checking her sugar levels… Dexcom?"

When Deacon just gave him an uncertain look, Luca reached down for (Y/n)'s shirt and pulled it up to expose her abdomen. He pointed to the square Dexcom stuck to the left side of her abdomen which caused Deacon to raise a brow. He didn't know (Y/n) was diabetic, but then again, it wasn't something she would broadcast to everyone at Swat.

Which begged the question, how did Luca know about it?

"She's a diabetic, and her levels are really low." Luca opened the app and set the phone down near (Y/n)'s shoulder so Deacon could see just how low her glucose levels had dropped to.

"Alright, what happened?" Hicks voice boomed through the air and his boots clammered against the stairs as he rushed down to the commotion.

He nodded when Deacon pushed up and stepped back so that Hicks could take his place beside (Y/n). He brushed his thumb across the side of her jaw and tried to bring her back around but it was clear she wasn't about to wake up anytime soon.

"(Y/n), honey can you hear me?" He clicked his tongue when he didn't gain a response, but when he realised (Y/n)'s Dexcom app was open on her phone, his eyes snapped over to Luca. "How'd you know about that?"

"I saw the Dexcom last time she was here, figured she had to have the app too."

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back on his heels while he started to run his hands up and down his thighs. He didn't like this. (Y/n) hadn't been feeling great this morning and now she had passed out, and Luca knew it wasn't because she had skipped a meal because he saw her have breakfast. The jelly babies this morning should have boosted her levels and eating should have kept them up to a normal state.

And he really didn't like the fact that this happened here, at work, where Luca couldn't try and hold her or move her or bring her round himself. He couldn't do anything without seeming inappropriate or letting slip how much she meant to him.

When his hands continued to glide up and down his trousers, a sudden thought hit him and he looked down.

Glucose powder sachets. Luca had them in the car and in his backpack, and these were an old pair of trousers. He slid his hand into his pocket, feeling his heart go haywire with five extra beats when he felt the familiar silver foil packet between his fingers. He had a sachet on him. That would help to boost her system.

He slowly reached out for her bag and set it on his lap, pretending to rummage through and slid the sachet between his fingers.

"Will this help?" He sheepishly handed the sachet over to Hicks who had a visible wave of relief wash over him.

"Yeah, give it here. Someone call an ambulance, I want her taken to hospital with levels this low. Here we go, sweetheart."

Hicks ripped the sachet and carefully pulled (Y/n)'s jaw down so he could rub the powder on the inside of her cheek. It was a quick way to get glucose into her system by adding powder onto her cheeks so her saliva would break it down. They had to get her levels to rise quickly and it had been a long time since Hicks had needed to help (Y/n) through a hypo like this.

He wanted her to get checked out by a doctor, it wasn't normal for (Y/n) to go into hypos and he had to know if there was a reason for this. And if she didn't pick up soon, she would need to be hospitalised to get her levels back up to where they should be.

***

"Dad, I'm fine-"

"You are not fine now sit back down." The stern tone in her dad's voice made (Y/n) bow her head and although she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, she gave in.

She sat back down on the bed and when her dad pointed at her legs and clicked his fingers, she grumbled but swung them back onto the bed. She crossed her legs beneath her and moved her hands to fiddle with the few rings on her fingers, twisting them round out of nervous habit.

Her eyes glanced up at her dad, watching the way he began to roll his cuffs up towards his elbows before his hands clamped down on his hips. He wasn't about to let (Y/n) try and discharge herself. They were waiting for the doctor and they weren't leaving until (Y/n) had been checked out and cleared.

"Do you know how long its been since I had to administer glucose to you, since I had to call an ambulance for you?" His tone softened a little with each word, but Hicks still didn't sound his usual self. His voice was gruff and his expression was dark.

He'd had enough scares in the past with (Y/n)'s health, and after losing her mother, Hicks couldn't bear the thought of anything else happening to anyone in his family. He wanted confirmation that she was alright or they weren't going anywhere.

"I'm sorry." Reaching out, (Y/n) took one of his hands in hers and gave a little shake to try and make him smile.

"I don't want you to be sorry, you haven't done anything wrong, I just- I just want to know that you're okay."

(Y/n) smiled and squeezed his hand before a knock at the door broke them out of their little moment together. She could feel a wave of relief washing over her when the nurse came in. They had been waiting for discharge papers.

She had come around in the ambulance on the way here and she'd had bloods taken, an IV on and insulin on tap when she needed it. She felt better and her levels had risen back to normal and were being monitored. (Y/n) didn't want to waste anymore of anyone's time, she just wanted to go back home. She felt much better even though she did feel horrid about the fact that Hondo's team were all in the waiting room to make sure she was okay.

They had better, more important things to do than hang around here after the small scare (Y/n) had given them.

"Can I go now?" (Y/n) winced and looked down when her dad squeezed her hand and gave her a certain look.

"Is she okay?"

The smile on the nurse's face was comforting and she began tapping her fingers against the papers in her hand which (Y/n) prayed were discharge papers. She shouldn't have been admitted in the first place, she should have stayed in the emergency room and then gone home once her levels evened out.

"We did a few tests when you arrived, and the results have come back… am I okay to tell you, or would you prefer to talk in private?"

A frown pulled on (Y/n)'s face and she suddenly found herself gripping her dad's hand tighter. Was that a bad thing? Was she about to be given bad news that she might want to hear alone? What kind of tests had they done that would give strange results like this?

"I'm her dad, you can talk in front of me, right?" Hicks looked from the nurse back to (Y/n) who quickly nodded. If this was bad news then she didn't want to hear it alone.

"Okay, well you had some blood screened when you came in, and after looking at the hormone levels we did a few more tests. You're pregnant, congratulations."

(Y/n) felt her stomach twisting itself into knots and she shivered when her dad tightened his hand around hers until she could barely feel her fingers anymore.

That was technically good news, that wasn't anything bad or horrible or life-threatening. (Y/n) wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but she thought it would be something bad with the way the nurse spoke at first. That was good news. She was going to have a baby. Hicks was going to be a grandad. (Y/n) and Luca were about to have a baby together.

Oh.

Now she was going to have to tell her dad about her and Luca. Her dad had found out about the baby before Luca, that wasn't exactly the right way to go about things.

"I'll let you have a moment for it to sink in, then we can get you discharged and signed on for antenatal appointments."

The amount of information, thoughts and panicked reasonings running through (Y/n)'s mind made her dizzy. And when the nurse left the room, (Y/n) finally let go of her dad's hand so she could look up at him and gage his expression. He looked gaunt and pale and in shock.

He clamped one hand down on his hip while his other hand rubbed at the back of his neck and loosened his collar that now felt like it was constricting his breathing. His daughter was going to have a baby. She was clearly seeing someone or knew someone and he didn't have any idea.

"I didn't know you were getting serious with anyone." His voice was quiet and the way he rose a brow was like he was asking (Y/n) to tell him this was a misunderstanding.

He thought things would go differently. He thought (Y/n) would find someone, introduce them and they would all get along and do things as a family before she settled down. He thought he would walk her down the aisle before he saw her start a family of his own, but then again, Hicks knew he was traditional. She didn't have to get married, but he would of liked some warning first before this kind of news.

"Do I know him?"

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and bit down on her lower lip. She tried to look up at her dad but the panic was written across her face and it made him take a sharp breath when he looked down at her.

"Oh… oh, sweetheart, please don't tell me it's someone on my team?" The gritty tone to his voice made (Y/n) shake and she nodded her head.

She cringed when her dad sighed and tipped his head back. His hands moved to smother his face and he groaned, muttering something incoherent into his palms. Someone under his command had gotten with his daughter and got her pregnant. He didn't want (Y/n) involved with anyone in Swat.

She had enough trouble worrying about him and the work he did without having to worry about another loved one getting hurt on the job. Hicks loved the job, but he had seen how it worried his own wife a lot of the time.

"It's Luca." (Y/n) swung her legs round to get up but she saw the fire burning in her dad's eyes when he listened to her.

"Luca?!"

Out of all the people on his team, Hicks wouldn't have pegged Luca as the kind to do something like this. Luca was devoted to the job and he had a lot of respect. He thought Luca would have been someone who would have come outright to him and explained that he was seeing his daughter, rather than going behind Hicks's back like this.

He thought Luca might have had some decency to stay away from (Y/n). Hicks told everyone not to even look at his daughter, let alone think about dating her.

"I was gonna tell you, I swear…"

(Y/n) cringed and turned to try and fiddle with the IV line strapped to her left hand when her dad silently walked out of the room. She knew the team were waiting outside. She knew they were still here and she didn't want her dad to argue with Luca or start a fight.

A rather dirty look crossed Hicks's face and he swiped his hand along his chin and the back of his neck as he locked his sights on Luca. He made a beeline for the younger man who was sat forward in his chair, hands clasped between his thighs and both feet tapping madly against the floor.

"A word?"

A shiver tore down Luca's spine but he nodded all the same. He pushed up to his feet, running his hands up and down his thighs as he followed the commander away from the rest of the team who were looking at him with confusion and unease lighting up their eyes.

He knew. Luca could feel it. His stomach was tingling with adrenaline and he just instinctively knew that the game was up. Hicks knew he had been seeing his daughter. (Y/n) must have said something and Luca couldn't blame her, but this wasn't how either of them wanted him to find out.

He began pulling his sleeves down and fiddled with them, hooking the sleeves over his hands in an anxious habit. But he held his shoulders straight and stood tall to try and keep himself professional and respectful.

"I would of thought a third generation would of had the decency to tell me he's dating my daughter. Especially when I thought I'd made it clear I didn't want anyone involved with her."

That stung. Luca visibly winced and coiled his arms towards his chest. He was third generation and he was extremely proud of that, but he couldn't help who he fell in love with. All he could help was how Hicks had found out and how they should have told him sooner.

"I'm sorry for not telling you, I really am, we didn't want to cause problems. But I'm not sorry for being with (Y/n)… sir, I really love your daughter."

Luca couldn't help but steal a glance behind him.

He found Street grinning because now he finally knew who his friend had been seeing behind closed doors, and he also knew that this was a big mess up. Street would no longer be the one who people could pick on or make fun of for what he did because Luca would be scrutinised- all in joking manner- for this one.

And he could see Deacon and Chris rolling their lips together, trying their best not to smile or laugh. But the way their heads were inclined together said it all; they were already gossiping about this.

"Hm, you do?" Hicks placed his hands on his hips and bent one knee forward and for a moment, he looked like he was thawing out a little. "Well that's good to hear, Luca. Because not only have I just found out you're dating my daughter, but now you've got her pregnant, too."

A grin formed on Luca's lips which parted, clearly about to laugh until he realised his commander wasn't smiling.

This wasn't a joke.

Hicks wasn't messing with him or trying to wind him up or get a reaction out of him as payback for not telling him sooner. This was real.

Luca couldn't control the smile breaking out on his face again, he tried to pinch himself and bind his arms around his chest, but it did nothing to hide his growing pleasure. He couldn't help but smile because this is what he'd always wanted. Luca loved (Y/n), he loved every bone in her body and he'd always wanted a family of his own and kids someday. Now he was going to have a baby, with (Y/n).

"She- really- oh my God."

"Yeah, really-" Hicks shook his head with a sigh when Luca was already rushing past him and making a beeline for (Y/n)'s room. If that didn't prove to him that Luca loved her, he didn't know what would.

(Y/n) reached her hands out for the bed, about to sit back down quickly until she realised it wasn't her dad coming back into the room. She let her shoulders drop and let go of the IV line she had taken out the back of her hand.

Her eyes followed Luca as he shut the door behind him and hurried over to her. His hands were messing with his sleeves and batting about at his sides and he had his usual black baseball cap sat backwards on his head.

But it was the smile toying about on his lips which made (Y/n)'s stomach ignite with adrenaline and made her breaths catch in her throat.

"Is it true? He's not trying to mess with me or something?"

(Y/n) took a step closer to him as she nodded, unable to look anywhere but at the radiant grin on his face. "I'm pregnant."

She loved the way he practically threw his arms up in the air and jumped on the spot like a child who'd just opened the best Christmas present. Before (Y/n) could say another word, Luca's arms were bound around her waist and he lifted her off her feet.

She gasped, looping her arms around the back of his neck, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck as she giggled against his skin. She could feel his hands squeezing her sides, trying not to hurt her but he couldn't stop the excitement that was radiating through him.

"Oh, this is great, babe." His lips pressed to her cheek and when (Y/n) leaned back, he stole a searing kiss from her lips before he gently set her back down to her feet. Their temples pressed together and (Y/n) ran her hand up and down the back of Luca's neck, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

"We're having a baby."

[oklahomapeach]

Imagine…being a paramedic and dating Luca.

Waving goodbye to your chief, you turned and made your way back around the rig. The back doors were open and the stretcher set up, the 20-David team crowded around Luca who sat up on the stretcher.

For a guy that had just fallen through a glass door and onto a stone patio, he was in remarkably good spirits. Your firehouse hadn’t been the first on scene, thank God - but the paramedics had soon relinquished control when they saw that you were on your way.

You’d managed to coax him into the ambulance so you could take a closer loom at his injuries. Plucking tiny fragments of glass and sterilizing the wounds was fine, but as soon as needles and IVs were mentioned you had to step away and let your partner handle things. You’d moved from your stance in front of Luca to hopping up on the stretcher beside him, choosing instead to comfort your boyfriend.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder and he leaned into your embrace. He rested his head under your chin, ignoring the words of his team. The two of you were more than used to their banter by now. You’d come to phase out Street’s snickering and Tan’s jabs (especially after you’d not-so-gently reminded them that one day their fate could lie in your ever-so-slightly biased hands).

Becca, your ambo partner, looked up with a grin. In her hand she held the needle for the IV line she was about to place in his arm. “You sure you don’t wanna do the honours, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You placed a kiss to the top of Luca’s head. He nuzzled into you, your chin resting on top of his head.

“Alright then.” Becca primed the line and stepped into the back of the ambo to grab the appropriate medications.

You ducked your head down so you could whisper into his ear. “Wanna hold my hand?”

“Yes.”

“I wasn’t kidding.”

“Neither am I.” He reached for your glove-clad hand and intertwined your fingers. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend on keeping, sweetie.”

[oklahomapeach]

Love After Hours

NSFW 18+ only!

Warning: SMUT, all the smut, light choking. This was an anon request and I hope you love it bebebe!!! <3

You and Dominique Luca were an item, however secret it was, you and Luca were close. To the rest of the team, you two looked like best friends. He constantly pranked you, and you him. But what they didn’t see, you didn’t speak of. It started one night after work.

“Hey, you wanna get a drink tonight?” Luca calls, trying to find you through the crowd of SWAT members. You bound to him, and stick out a hand.

“I’d love to!” You crow, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the SWAT building and out to his bike. You swing a leg over behind him and as the bike roars to life, you gasp. Excitement pools in your belly as the bike vibrates beneath you. Heart sputtering at the purr of the bike, you two take off for the bar. Two beers in, you feel a little looser than usual and your hand rests on Luca’s knee. “Can I tell you something?” You ask, looking at him with an embarrassed look.

“Sure!”

“I think you’re hot.” You whisper, but he hears you. The smile that spreads across his face is enough to prove that much. Your heart begins to race as he leans close to your ear.

“I think you’re hot too.” He whispers, setting fire to your thighs. Gripping his knee as not to fall over off the bar stool, your lust-filled honey pools meet Luca’s darkening blue orbs and a silent agreement is made. Slapping a twenty on the bar, he grabs your hand and all but drags you from the bar. Stuffing you onto his bike, he jams a helmet gently onto your head and you two zoom off into the night. Your hands smooth across his shirt, feeling his strong chest, his heart thundering below your fingertips. You give a smile and head across Main street to your apartment where he normally drops you off. Cutting his bike engine, he all but hurls you from the bike and into his arms. Up the stairs and into your apartment in record time, you shut the door just in time for Luca to jump you. Shoving you against your front door, his knee between your legs.

“If you tell me right now, you don’t want this, I’ll leave. But I can’t stop once I’ve started. Now’s your chance to back out. I’m a choke you while I slam into you kind of guy. Not a gentle, oh are you okay? I’m gonna move now–”

“Luca, shut up. Shut the hell up and fuck me.” You whisper against his neck, pressing hot kisses against his neck. A low growl deep in his throat catches you off guard and you give an excited little gasp before you jump into his arms. “Down the hall. Door on left.” You breathe out, letting him bump his way down the hallway to your room. Backing into the bedroom, he drops you onto the bed and yanks his tee shirt over his head in one fell swoop.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, kicking off his jeans and boxers, leaving them in a pile on the floor. “God, look at you.” He coos, his hands sliding under your shirt before he tugs it off you. His large hand spreads across your back as he holds you up against him. His lips attach at the base of your throat, kissing and gently licking after his little bites. Huffing a sigh, you melt against him. Letting his mold you and shape you into what he needs, what he wants, his expert fingers unhook your bra and toss it to the floor. Licking and nipping his way down your chest, licking a stripe between the valley of your breasts, taking his time and paying attention to each hardened nub of pleasure. Licking and suckling on your breasts, palms kneading your breasts as he sinks down to the waistband of your shorts. Hooking a finger in each belt loop, he yanks down your shorts and finds a lacy, red thong sending his lust for you into overdrive. “Holy shit. You are so beautiful.” He groans, licking a digit before slowly inserting it into you. Grabbing at his shoulders as he slides in a second, he starts to scissor his fingers deep inside you, leaving you breathless.

His free hand is wandering up your naked, goosebump covered body and he hesitates as his fingers reach to close around your throat. Fighting the urge, afraid to ruin what a good thing he has, he grips your shoulder instead. Your hand slides up to his, sliding it to your neck, giving a light squeeze. That was all the encouragement he needs as you sink to your knees in front of him, grabbing his throbbing cock. Slowly, tantalizingly slow, you slip the tip into your mouth, flicking your tongue around it. Sinking your lips down onto his cock, you grip the backs of his thighs as he gently thrusts into your mouth. Standing up, you push him back onto the bed and climb atop him. Lining his throbbing member with your wet entrance, you slowly sink down, resting your hands on his chest. Reaching up and taking your breasts in his hands, he pushes his head into the comforter, trying to hold on.

“Get up.” He growls low, his voice raspy. You follow his orders and he pushes you down onto your knees on the edge of bed, shoving your head down into comforter. His long fingers sift through your hair before he grips tight, eliciting a moan from you. Sliding himself into you, he reaches a hand around and grips your neck, slamming into you.

“Lu-Luca.” You groan.

“Ssh, it’s okay.” He assures, slamming once more into you before the two of your fall onto the bed side by side, out of breath and sated completely. Glancing over at him, he gives you a smile as his chest continues to heave.

“Luca.” You whisper, letting him grab you and pull you against him.

“Yeah.” He states, and you know without a doubt that he’s content.

“That was amazing.” You coo, falling asleep on his bare chest.

As you skip into the office, you toss your stuff into your locker and Chris notices the cute, happy expression written on your face.

“Oh girl, tell me everything.” She whispers, stuffing her duffel into her locker. “You absolutely got laid.” She giggles, giving you a knowing look. “Who?” Just at the same time, Luca walks in, tugging you into a hug.

“Hey pretty girl.” He hushes, discreetly slapping your ass as he leaves.

[oklahomapeach]

Stay Awake With Me

This is a new Donovan Rocker imagine from Swat that I had an idea for, I hope you will all like it.

Please let me know what you think.

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Swat Masterlist

Summary: When there is an event happening at Swat, (Y/n) goes down to support her husband and his team. But things take a bad turn when she becomes ill and has to go to hospital.

Enjoy.

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A shiver rolled down (Y/n)'s spine as she looked around the headquarters that were never usually this busy. But then again, this was a charity event and that meant the base was open to the select few from the public who were here to help raise awareness and more than anything; money.

Events like these were all for good causes and the atmosphere was usually bright and inviting, but it was the crowds of people (Y/n) didn't like. She didn't like being surrounded by strangers who wore fake smiles and blabbered chatter that could melt anyone's ear off.

If she didn't smile at events like these then people would ask what was wrong or think she was sour or stuck up. But smiling when she felt uncomfortable was a hard thing to do. (Y/n) wasn't a member of Swat, she was only married to a member and although everyone said that made her family, she still felt like she didn't belong here at headquarters.

But seeing so many other members of the public here who didn't work here or technically 'belong' on any normal day, made (Y/n) feel a bit calmer.

When her eyes landed on her husband, her chest felt a little less tight and her smile didn't feel so forced anymore. She glided across the floor and aimed towards the boxing ring in the middle of the gym.

She could see Rocker pretending to box with a lady in the ring and the sight made her smile feel even more genuine. Rocker looked surprisingly sweet when he was showing the lady how to throw a punch and how to wear the gloves properly so they didn't slip off her wrists.

Her eyes dragged over her husband who was wearing his usual work gear since his team was technically on shift today. Rocker had his usual dark black trousers on with about fifty pockets on each leg, and a cotton shirt with the Swat logo on the top right. His hair was swept away from his temple and he had black boxing gloves strapped to his wrist.

(Y/n) suspected he was only up in that boxing ring to try and engage with people rather than to actually practice and exercise. He would of changed into work gear if he was practicing.

Once the lady climbed out of the ring, (Y/n) moved over and leaned up on her toes so she could loop her arms around the rope secured around the ring. She leaned her head to one side, grinning softly when she caught her husband's eye and he instantly levitated her way.

Rocker stripped the gloves from his hands and set them down in the corner of the ring before he leaned over to look down at his wife. He perched his chin on his arms and grinned, tilting his head to angle down towards her.

"Hi babe." His voice was soft and his smile was intoxicating and made his eyes squint at the corners. He had told (Y/n) to come down whenever she liked and he would show her round and stick with her unless his team had to go out on a call. But Rocker was hoping the afternoon would go smoothly and without a fuss so he could spend some time with his wife and colleagues.

"Hi."

(Y/n)'s stomach fluttered when Rocker reached his hand out towards her until his fingers pressed beneath her chin. He tilted her head back so he could lean over and steal a kiss while his thumb glided up and down her chin.

"Wanna get a drink, look around?"

When she nodded, Rocker weaved through the rope and climbed down and (Y/n) felt like melting when his arm secured around her waist and he reeled her into his side. His lips meshed with the top of her head and his fingers skimmed up and down her hip as if he could feel the nerves radiating off of her.

Rocker knew how anxious she would get and he knew it wasn't easy to be crowded round with strangers so he would stick with her as much as he could to keep her calm.

There were quite a few people around the drinks table where they were handing out juice, water and tea or coffee at the very end of the table. (Y/n) didn't know the person stood behind the drinks table and he looked very pre-occupied, not even looking as he dished out plastic cups to passers by.

(Y/n) took a cup of juice from the edge of the table, suddenly wishing they were serving alcohol as it might have made her a bit less nervous.

She took a large gulp as Rocker started showing her round and pointing out the computer room, the conference room, the back where the kitchen was, the locker room and so on.

She leaned her head on Rocker's shoulder and stayed glued into his side for quite some time as they circled round. And she grinned when she kept noticing that he was weaving away from certain people. He was trying to avoid potential donors who would give lump sums of money to Swat. He didn't want to be involved, he only wanted to entertain people if he had to. Rocker wasn't the best at that side of things, it was why he wasn't in management and why he was glad he wasn't Captain.

He didn't have to put on a show or kiss up to people in order to get their cheque books out. He would much rather govern his team and be in charge in emergencies and situations rather than events like this.

They lasted a full twenty minutes before one of Rocker's team found him and flagged him over.

"A few people wanna look at the armory, can you show them?"

Rocker did his best to refrain from rolling his eyes and he put on his best smile as he nodded. The armory was under lock and key and had to be supervised if anyone went in there. The amount of weapons stored in there meant they needed tight security, especially on open days like this.

Rocker pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head and squeezed his hand that was curled around her hip. "Are you okay if I disappear for five minutes?"

"Yeah, I'll go speak to Deacon and Annie for a bit." She suddenly felt lonely when Rocker's body left her side leaving her cold and insecure without him beside her. But she would gladly go over to Deacon and his wife who she had spotted a few moments ago. They were close friends, she would be calm and relax if she was around them.

When Rocker drifted from her side, (Y/n) finished the drink in her hand and slowly weaved over to the couple across the gym, putting on her best smile.

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(Y/n) could feel her foot beginning to tap against the polished floor the longer she stood away from Rocker, waiting for him to come back again. It was almost like a sense of displacement. She didn't feel right being stood here without him, almost as if she had snook in somewhere and without Rocker someone might try and kick her out.

She knew that was never going to happen, but it didn't stop her mind from running away without her or the panic from overwhelming her. (Y/n) wanted to fit in and get along with Rocker's colleagues who were another family to him, she just didn't always know how to do that.

With a smile, (Y/n) excused herself from Annie's company in favour of taking a walk around to see what she could do and if she could be of any help. Being useful would make her feel calmer and like she wasn't just stood here like an ornament.

Her eyes had kept tabs on her husband whenever he passed her by or wandered in the distance. Keeping him in sight so when she got too nervous on her own, she could easily find and approach him.

Swiping her hand against her forehead, (Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to ignore the fact that she felt like she heating was turned on in here rather than the aircon.

The smile on Rocker's face when he saw her made adrenaline spark in (Y/n)'s stomach and it made her feel so much more relaxed. He had both hands planted down on his hips and one hip cocked out to the side but when she came within reach, his arm was already wound around her waist. Reeling her into his side where she belonged.

"You remember Hondo, right?" Rocker pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek that he noticed was a bit flushed, and he could see a sheen of sweat glistening on her exposed skin in the bright lights. Dipping his head down, Rocker raised a brow, silently asking if she was alright but her smile eased the rising concern he felt.

"Of course, it's been a while, how are you?" She leaned her head into Rocker's chest and smiled across at Hondo. It had been a few weeks since she had last seen him, but she remembered most of the people Rocker worked closely with.

"Busy, but at least it's not my team on call today." He nudged his elbow into Rocker as a grin lit up his face. "You doing well?"

(Y/n) murmured a soft "I am," before she turned into Rocker a little more. He loved the way (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his chest and he could feel her nuzzling her face into his neck, graze her lips against his skin.

Turning her head, (Y/n) kept her cheek nuzzled against his neck and a kind smile on her face towards the other squad leader next to Rocker whose focus was now switched to a new line of conversation.

She stayed burrowed into Rocker's side until Hondo had to excuse himself to go and talk to the commander. (Y/n) could see Rocker was contemplating what to do, if they looked busy the members of the public in here wouldn't come over to them which meant he didn't have to deal with anyone or strike up conversations. She knew Rocker would find someone else on the team to talk to and socialise with soon enough.

And (Y/n) had promised she would stay as long as she could, either until this event ended or until Rocker's team had to go out on a call. That way it kept them both calm and Rocker could see more of her since he was technically on shift right now.

She knew full well that if Rocker wasn't on shift, he would have made excuses for them both and would have gone home by now.

With her cheek resting on Rocker's chest, (Y/n) let her eyes fall closed and pushed further into him like she was trying to find a way into his heart to keep close and safe. She felt his hand glide up and down her hip with his arm pinned into her lower back, keeping her caged in his embrace as if he was afraid she was going to disappear.

The unease she had been feeling earlier had melted away but it was now replaced with something else. Her stomach was starting to curl into knots in a way that made (Y/n) unsure if she was going to be sick or not and the room now felt like it was in the middle of a volcano. Heat was rising all around her, prickling her sweaty skin and making her feel uncomfortable.

When Rocker began guiding them around the base, (Y/n) felt her head start to spin even though they were taking a slow walk round, weaving through the crowds of people. It felt like they weren't walking at all with how slow and calculated their pace was, but (Y/n)'s steps faltered all the same causing her weight to lean into Rocker.

"You okay?" Tipping his head down, Rocker hovered his lips over the shell of her ear and kissed the spot behind her ear, keeping her leaning into him just to be safe.

"Can we sit down?" (Y/n) scrunched his shirt up in her fist that was resting on his lower back, grounding herself to him and his heartbeat that thundered peacefully through her skin. She must just be feeling a bit overwhelmed, but (Y/n) knew she needed to sit down, she couldn't stand for much longer.

"Course, what's wrong?" Rocker's hand moved to the small of her back as he slowly guided them towards the nearest bench that wasn't occupied.

"I just feel lightheaded, I'm okay."

She felt better when she sat down and the weight was off her legs that had started to tremble. Her elbows rested on her thighs and her hand propped up her head that was suddenly too heavy for her neck. Her stomach was still churning and knotting up like a tangled snake inside her, but sitting down helped a tiny bit. Rocker's hands on her shoulders and his lips against the back of her head helped the most.

"Do you want a drink?" Rocker murmured into the back of her head and (Y/n) hummed. Maybe she was dehydrated. Maybe some water would make her feel better, she was probably just tired and dehydrated.

Reaching behind her, (Y/n) squeezed Rocker's wrist and managed a small smile when she tilted her head back to look up at him. She didn't want to panic him, she would be fine in a minute. She felt him peck her temple before he wandered over towards the drinks table.

He scanned the table that was vacant of anyone handing out drinks and no one was nearby taking drinks either. Everyone must of had enough, after all there was no alcohol here to entice them.

He took a plastic cup of water but when he spun round, he frowned. Quiet a few people were heading out into the car park.

"Deak, something happening outside?" He tapped Deacon's shoulder when the older man walked by him and ticked his head towards the back door. Was there some event outside? Was Luca showing people round the squad cars and round Black Betty?

Deacon's hands fell to his shoulders and Rocker realised he looked rather concerned and panicked about something.

"Someone's collapsed outside, probably just dehydration." He patted Rocker's shoulder before he headed towards the commotion where someone was hurrying over with a first aid kit. But Rocker couldn't help but frown; Deacon didn't look like he believed it was as simple as that.

Rocker shook his head and made his way back towards where he'd left his wife, but he didn't like the faraway look in her eyes or the discomfort written across her face.

(Y/n) closed her eyes when he walked back over to her and pressed her palm against her face to supress a groan. She didn't feel great.

Rocker scanned his eyes around the base as he moved to sit next to (Y/n) and handed her the plastic cup. He wrapped his arm around her waist, letting her lean on him as she tried to take a sip of water but she didn't feel like it was helping very much. And when Rocker felt her trembling against him, something sparked to life in his gut and his face hardened like stone.

He pushed off the bench and twisted round to crouch in front of her with her knees pressing into his chest. His hands moved to rub up and down her thighs over her leggings but he could feel his heart shattering in his chest when he looked up at her.

She looked worse than she had earlier.

She had looked nervous when she turned up but not ill. Now, Rocker could see her skin wasn't the right colour anymore, her arm was bound around her stomach like she was in pain and her whole body had started to tremble. When he pressed the back of his hand against her temple, he could feel she was starting to run a temperature.

"I think I need to take you home."

She definitely could stay here any longer when she looked like she was either going to collapse or start crying in agony. And Rocker didn't want to stay on shift and send (Y/n) home like this, he wanted to take her home and make sure she was okay. He was sure Hicks would let him have the afternoon off and if not he could ask Hondo if he would mind watching the team for a while.

Even if that meant Rocker taking (Y/n) home, getting her settled then coming straight back to base.

"You- you're on shift." (Y/n) tried to smile but she couldn't manage it and she knew Rocker was seeing right through her.

But she watched him tense up when she groaned and bound her arm around her waist. She doubled forward to smother her face in his chest, praying that coiling in on herself like this would somehow make her feel better, but she felt like she was going to be sick or pass out, possibly both.

His hands moved from her thighs to her upper arms that were still shaking and he pressed his forehead against the top of her head, quietly shushing her when she started to groan.

"Baby, talk to me. What's wrong?"

(Y/n) tried to shake her head but it only made her feel dizzy and when she tried to speak, nothing but a croaked gurgle left her lips. She wanted to go home, she knew she had to go home, and as much as she wanted Rocker to take her home, he was still on shift. His team was on call for any emergencies that popped up, he could hardly leave them and go home.

Her stomach was suffering agonising cramps, everything was trembling and her body was on fire.

She wanted Rocker wrapped around her like a blanket, she wanted to feel his comfort and for him to magically take all the pain away but she didn't even know why she was suddenly in so much pain.

She felt fine before she came here.

Carefully, Rocker took (Y/n)'s chin between his fingers and tilted her head up so she could look at him again and it broke his heart to see tears staining her cheeks.

"Baby-"

Whatever he was about to say got stuck at the back of his throat when (Y/n) whimpered. But before he could say anything, (Y/n) pulled her head out of his grasp and twisted to the side just in time to throw up on the floor. Her eyes snapped closed and her arms stayed bound around her waist as she almost toppled off the bench.

Rocker remained perfectly still, his hands frozen on her arms and his jaw slack before he gently moved to rub his hand up and down her back. Something was definitely wrong with his wife for her to be sick and crying in public like this. (Y/n) was always so well composed and if she felt ill she would discreetly excuse herself. But this wasn't nerves, it was something else.

"Let it out, baby. That's it."

Rocker began to glide his hand up and down her back while his other hand curled around her thigh and his thumb stroked over her skin.

When she threw up again, Rocker sighed into her hair and pushed himself up a little higher, balancing his weight on his heels as his eyes glanced around the base. Quite a few eyes were looking in their direction and a few people were dithering, unsure whether to get close and ask if they needed help or not.

"I'll go and talk to Hicks in a minute, baby I need to take you home." Rocker didn't care if (Y/n) tried to argue with him on this. There was no way he could let her make her own way home when she was in this state. And he didn't want anyone else offering to take her home. He needed to be with her and he knew Hicks would understand.

He bent his knees and pushed up when (Y/n) finally reeled back up so she was no longer leant over the bench. She had finished throwing up. But just as Rocker was about to wander off to find the commander, he paused when (Y/n)'s hand clamped around his wrist and gave a feeble tug.

"Don…"

Usually hearing (Y/n) say his name had Rocker's knees going weak and had a smile lighting up his face. She was the only one who didn't call him by their shared last name, she was the only one who called him that. But he hated the panic in her voice and how frightened she sounded. He never wanted to hear her say his name like that.

He looked down at her, wondering what the panic in her voice was for, but he felt all the blood drain down to his toes when he looked at her.

Blood was dribbling down her lower lip and slithering across her chin.

Gulping, Rocker tried to stop himself from shaking and he went right back down to crouching in front of her. His hand cupped her chin and he tilted her head down towards him so he could peer into her mouth. She had thrown that up. She didn't have a loose tooth or a nosebleed and she hadn't simply bitten her tongue by mistake. She was very ill.

What was happening to her?

"Hondo." The stern tone in Rocker's voice made (Y/n) shiver and she watched through teary eyes as he waved his hand over at the other team leader. "Get Hicks, I've got an emergency. I need a first aider over here."

Hondo nodded, pointing Deacon over towards them while he spun and went off to find their commander. Hicks had to be told there was a situation because Rocker didn't believe that someone had collapsed outside and now (Y/n) was throwing up blood and the two weren't related. She had been fine before she came here; something was wrong.

Deacon perched down on the bench beside (Y/n), whispering a soft "Can I?" as he motioned to her. He tried to see if she was flushed, checked her pulse and tilted her head back.

Each breath she took was laboured and panicked and her eyes were starting to constrict like she was becoming drowsy.

"That person who collapsed outside," Deacon looked over at Rocker with a perplexed look. "Hicks got someone to take them to hospital, they didn't know what was wrong, but that girl threw up too. You need to take (Y/n) to hospital."

Deacon didn't want to panic them, but the blood was a clear sign that something was wrong and they couldn't wait around here. (Y/n) needed to be checked out sooner rather than later.

"Oh Christ." Hicks planted both hands on his lips and motioned to Luca at his side to get the crowds to dissipate. They didn't need people crowding round like this was a circus spectacle. "Hondo, you take charge here and be on standby. Deacon, go with them and get (Y/n) to the hospital."

It was clear someone was going to have to drive (Y/n) and Rocker to the hospital so Rocker could sit with her and try to look after her. And if that happened then Hondo was going to have to be the one on standby in case they had any calls. He could oversee things here and take some of Rocker's team if he had to go on a call.

"I'll come with you." Annie smiled softly and stood in front of them. Their kids were at school, she could sit with Rocker and (Y/n) and try to help if Deacon drove them to hospital. They might need some help and support.

"Come here, baby. Off we go." Rocker wrapped an arm around (Y/n)'s waist and moved his other hand to her arm. With little effort, he eased her up and let her lean into him while Annie stood on her other side and held her other arm for added support. They could all see that (Y/n) could barely stand up on her feet, let alone walk out of here.

A whimper left her bloodied lips and she leaned her head to the left, pressing her face into Rocker's chest as her feet fumbled to plant one in front of the other. She wasn't sure she had enough energy to keep walking, she just wanted to sit down and pass out.

Deacon rushed ahead of them down the corridor, swiping a set of keys and aiming for the squad car they matched up to. He opened the back door and waited patiently for Annie and Rocker to guide (Y/n) towards the car.

She was trembling. She looked like she was ready to keel over, with half lidded eyes, legs that were barely moving one in front of the other and each breath she took was wheezing and groggy.

"Okay, here we go."

Rocker climbed in first, carefully easing (Y/n) down with him and shuffling her into the middle seat.

Her head fell on his shoulder and her hands moved to scrunch up in his shirt as she coiled into him as much as she could. Once Annie was in the back with them, Deacon climbed in the front and the engine roared to life. They had to go.

Rocker had one arm around her waist and the other hand was pressed against her cheek like a cold compress. It was soothing with how hot her skin felt and his thumb was pressing into her cheekbone, stimulating her to focus on him and stay awake.

They started driving and Rocker was suddenly glad he wasn't on Hondo's team if Deacon was ever allowed to drive. He cut the corners, he was harsh when changing gear and he revved the engine something horrid, but at least he was fast and efficient.

Panic ignited in Rocker's chest when the tremors rattling through (Y/n) got worse until she was violently moving back and forth, unable to control it to the point even her eyes were jolting from side to side.

"You're gonna be alright, you just stay awake with me, okay?"

Rocker's voice was oddly stern, a tone (Y/n) wasn't familiar with him using around her and his words were sharp and cut like razors piercing into her mind. And if his words weren't enough to capture her full attention, she felt his hand move from her cheek to roughly grab her chin between his fingers and thumb. He tilted her head back until she was face to face with him, their noses skimming together and their breaths mingling to the point she was sure he could taste the blood on her lips.

His brows were raised high, his blue eyes were as deep as the sea and pierced her very soul but it was the way his jaw was set and his lips were locked in a straight line that got (Y/n)'s attention the most.

He wasn't having her pass out on him yet.

When Deacon finally pulled up outside the emergency room, (Y/n) flopped her head forward onto Rocker's shoulder. She could feel her mind turning to mush as she momentairely blacked out. But she could hear Rocker's voice in her ear, demanding she stay awake and look at him while he held her neck and tried to rouse her again.

"Let's get you out, honey." Annie ran her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm and shuffled out of the car towards her husband who was waiting to see if he could help.

She reached her hands out for (Y/n) and helped her out, but her and Deacon quickly grabbed (Y/n) when her knees gave way and she was surging down towards the floor.

As soon as Rocker was out the car, he slid one arm beneath (Y/n)'s legs and the other around her back. He tilted her back and lifted her up effortlessly into his arms, holding her against his chest. She couldn't walk in there, but that was okay, he would gladly carry her inside and get her help.

Rocker could see (Y/n) was on the verge of passing out when he carried her into the hospital. He was glad Deacon and Annie were here to go and collar a doctor for him and within a minute, there were two nurses with a stretcher waiting for him to lay (Y/n) down.

He felt (Y/n)'s hands weakly grappling for him and as soon as his name passed her bloodied lips, Rocker reached out for her. He clamped both hands around one of hers and held it to his chest as he followed the stretcher into a cubicle with Deacon and Annie a step behind him.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, she was fine until an hour ago. She's burning up and she's been throwing up, blood too." Rocker wasn't stupid, he knew whatever was wrong with (Y/n) was due to something happening at that fundraiser today. She couldn't go from being perfectly healthy at home to then suddenly deteriorating this quickly for no reason at all.

Rocker stood near (Y/n)'s legs, her hand still tightly held in his fists so she knew he hadn't gone anywhere.

They watched in silence and concentration as the doctor checked (Y/n)'s temperature, listened to her heart and peaked inside her mouth before he tried to press his hands on her stomach. One touch sent (Y/n)'s knees coiling up to her stomach and a gut wrenching sob burned past her lips with a few speckles of blood.

"Has she eaten or drank anything?"

"Breakfast the same as me this morning. Some- some juice, no food this afternoon."

"I think she's ingested something-"

"Like what?" Rocker wanted answers and he didn't feel like he had the time to wait for them or let the doctor finish his sentence. He needed (Y/n) to be helped and looked after but he needed to know what was wrong with her.

She had been at his place of work. Swat was meant to be a safe place, somewhere the public would be safe when visiting and where they could feel at ease and listened to and enamoured. No one got hurt or ill when they went to Swat, that wasn't how it was supposed to be.

"I wouldn't want to speculate just yet. We need to get her stabilised and run some tests."

"Sorry, sorry but someone else has been brought in today, not long before us. They were suddenly ill at the same event and throwing up too, could this be related?"

Deacon didn't want to interrupt and he didn't want to start anything, but it seemed too suspicious that someone else at the fundraiser collapsed as well only minutes before (Y/n). They must have had the same drinks or touched the same object or been around something that had given them some sort of illness like this. It couldn't be a coincidence.

No one was sure what the doctor murmured to the nurse, but it was something substantial that had her scurrying out of the room. Presumably to find this other patient so they could confer and compare results.

A feeble cry mixed with a cough tore past (Y/n)'s lips causing blood to splutter across her lips and her knees coiled up near her stomach.

The moment (Y/n)'s weak, choking voice called out his name, something snapped inside Rocker. In that split second his heart stopped and the blood flooded his ears and clouded his vision.

He clasped (Y/n)'s hand tighter than he should have and brought it to his lips, kissing her flushed skin to let her know that he was still there, he hadn't left and he wasn't going to until the nurses physically removed him if they had to. He carded his fingers through her hair, smoothing it away from her face while a nurse busied herself with taking a blood sample.

"It's okay baby, you're gonna be just fine. I promise."

***

A horrid burning sensation flared up the back of (Y/n)'s throat, coupled with the aching fire in the pit of her stomach. It made her feel like she had swallowed fire and lived to tell the tale. The burning spread through to her mouth that was parched and dry and felt as horrid as her eyes when she tried to open them.

The room she found herself in was small and the sheets beneath her were scratchy like paper and hard as stone.

She didn't recognise where she was when her sore eyes finally focused on what was around her. But what she did recognise, was a head of soft wavy curls, ruffled to the max and stuck up at all angles like he had been electrocuted.

Rocker.

He was slumped in a chair that was pulled as close to the bed as he could get it. His knees were bent out at the sides, his upper body was slumped over and his head was burrowed into the mattress she was laying on with both his hands clasped around one of hers.

She couldn't find her voice to speak, her throat was torn to ribbons when she tried to make a sound so she settled for moving her free hand and stroke her fingers through his hair. It only took two seconds for Rocker to wake up on full alert, his job made him a light sleeper to the point even the lightest rain drizzling down on the window would wake him up in the dead of night.

The surprise was evident in his crystal eyes but it was the way his lips parted and ever so slightly curved at the sides that made (Y/n)'s stomach jump with relief and excitement.

"Baby, oh you're awake."

Rocker stood to unsteady feet and leaned over to capture (Y/n)'s chapped lips in a breath taking kiss. He stole all the air she had within her lungs and more, swiping his tongue over her lower lip while one hand moved to cradle her neck and chin. They pulled apart when both were gasping for breath but Rocker stayed as close as possible with their noses brushing and their lashes tangling together. He sat down on the side of the bed, allowing a small smile to creep onto his otherwise stern and exhausted features.

"What… w-where-"

"Shh, it's alright," He stole another kiss, a gentle, brief one this time where their lips barely touched, only grazed together making (Y/n) lean up for more. "You're in the hospital. You were sedated, you've been out for a few hours now."

It was (Y/n)'s turn to steal another touch of his lips, nibbling at his lower lip when he leaned closer.

Everything was foggy, her mind was locked away in a cage and she couldn't seem to find out how to open it. She remembered turning up at the fundraiser at Swat. She remembered seeing Rocker in the boxing ring and walking round chatting to a few people with him.

Flashes of voices swirled around in her head, bright lights blurring overhead. The feeling of Rocker's arms around her and his hand on her face, his deep eyes right in front of her but feeling so far away. A bumpy car ride that could have taken hours, she wasn't sure. Everything was mushed together, clips of a movie cut up and stitched back together in the wrong order.

"Someone… Jesus, someone tried to spike the drinks at the fundraiser. You and two other people got brought in with the same substance in their system. Oh baby I'm so sorry."

It had taken a few hours for (Y/n) to have bloods taken and confirmed, for the doctor to put her on an IV of concentrated painkillers and counteractives to concentrate the drugs and break them down in her system. And the IV had helped to flush out her system and stop the drugs from travelling throughout her system.

(Y/n) had reacted badly to them and they had started to attack the lining of her stomach which caused her to cough up the blood. She was going to be in the hospital for a few days, possibly a week.

For a few moments, (Y/n) closed her eyes and soaked in the feeling of Rocker's forehead pressing into hers, his hand on her neck and his breaths mixing in with hers. But it was his words, whispered against her lips, that had (Y/n) shivering against him.

"I'll get whoever did this. I swear."

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Baby Mine (Adam Ruzek x Fire!Reader)

(gif credit - @wandarogers​)

Description: The week starts like any other for the two of you, but some surprising news changes things - maybe even for the better. Unfortunately, before you could tell your boyfriend - Adam - the universe has a cruel way of stepping on your good news.

Warning(s): strong language, canon-typical drama/violence, pregnancy symptoms, loss of consciousness, ectopic pregnancy, near-death experience, hospitals/emergency medical procedures, descriptions of grief, PTSD if I missed anything let me know!

A/N: request from another lovely anon “Can I please request an Adam Ruzek x reader where reader is a squad member at 51. And she finds out she’s pregnant but hasn’t told Adam yet, and she collapses after a call and gets rushed to med, and they find out she’s had an ectopic pregnancy and almost bleeds out in surgery. Lots of angst please ❤️” I did tweak it ever so slightly but this was Heartbreaking to write so I hope you enjoy it!!

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THE HAT RULE, t. owens

word count | 1.7k words

pairings | tyler owens x meteorologist!fem!reader

summary | where tyler owens decides to show the reader what the hat rule is. 

warnings | MINORS DNI!! 18+ ONLY!! HEAVY smut! reader doesn’t know the hat rule. not proofread. lowercase intended. 

a/n | first of all, sorry for disappearing, i've had NO motivation to write on here, but i saw twisters yesterday and seeing glen powell in a cowboy hat changed me as a person, and also gave me motivation to write. i’ve never written a full smut so i apologize if this sucks, i've stepped out of my comfort zone for this one.

the first time you had ever encountered a tornado was a memory you were sure to never forget. growing up in new york meant rain and snow but no tornadoes. so when traveling to nebraska on a field trip in high school, you were unprepared when the sirens sounded, sending everyone into a frenzy. you had watched as the rain pelted from the sky, a funnel forming up above. you were mesmerized as your teacher pulled you to safety, a sort of thrill tearing through  your body. from that moment on, you knew what you wanted to do. you went to college for meteorology, graduating near top of your class before going onto to work at a local news station. but it never quite settled the feeling that something was missing, until you stumbled across tyler owens’ youtube channel. 

tyler owens had become a sensation, a daredevil who did more than just chase the storms, he rode into them. and that seemed to heighten that need of a thrill. so, you hit him up and to your surprise, he replied. and what had started out as a week off of work to storm chase with the daredevil, turned to going part time at your job and joining him on the road.

that was a season ago, and now you were sat at a dingy bar, sipping a beer with tyler and the team. the man himself was sat on the stool next to you, nursing his own beer and listening to lily speak. you ignored the slight butterflies that entered your stomach as he laughed. you had learned to never mix work and love, but something about tyler had you questioning that lesson. he looked mighty fine in his blue jeans and button up, supporting a cowboy’s hat on his head. you noticed your beer was gone, standing up you turned to your crew.

“i'm gonna get another beer, can i get anyone anything?” no’s were murmured around the group except for one.

“i could use another, how ‘bout i come with ya?” you shrugged, tyler getting up to walk with you. lily let out a low whistle, stopping at your glare. 

“be my guest.” you two walked over to the bar top, signaling the busy bartender. “can we get two more, when you get a sec?” the bartender nodded, going to make a few drinks before he could grab their bottles. 

“so, miss city girl, how you likin’ riding with us? ready to go back to the big apple yet?” tyler questioned, turning to look down at you slightly. damn the height difference.

“don’t think you’re getting rid of me that quick, i have a lot more storm chasing left in me, cowboy.” you winked, tyler laughing. you debated for just a moment before reaching up and taking the cowboy hat from his head.

“the hell you think you’re doing?” tyler questioned as you placed the hat on your own head, admiring your reflection on your phone.

“you wear this hat all the damn time, i just wanted to see if there was something special about it? maybe it has some magical powers or something.” the bartender came back around, beer bottles in hand. you thanked him, handing him some cash before turning back to tyler, who had an odd look in his eye. you quickly took off the hat, worried you had pissed him. you went to hand it back to him, when tyler shook his head:

“keep it on, it suits you.” tyler picked up his beer, beginning back to the table. the comment caused a light blush to dust your cheeks. shaking your head, you hoped it didn't show too much as you followed him back. you sat in your seat, confused by the odd looks you received from the crew. nobody said anything about the hat as the night went on, but that didn’t stop the odd looks.

by last call, it was you and tyler left of the crew. thankfully the bar was across the street from the motel, tyler paying the tab much to your protest, before setting off back to the motel. you had forgotten you still wore tyler’s hat upon your head, only remembering when you went to brush your hair from your eyes, your hand bumping the rim. “hey, do you know why everyone kept giving me weird looks after i put your hat on? and why boone and dani wouldn’t stop snickering?” tyler looked over to you as you climbed the stairs of the motel.

“you don't know?” you shook your head in response, tyler holding a bewildered look. “you don't know the hat rule?”

“there’s a hat rule?” tyler stopped at his door, which neighbors your’s and lily’s. “what?”

“you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” he deadpanned, your eyes widening and a heavy blush coating your cheeks. 

“oh my god! i promise i wasn’t trying to imply that or anything. not there’s anything wrong with you, because you’re– well you’re you, and–”  you fumbled over your words, stopping mid sentence when tyler laughed.

“hey, it's fine. if you weren’t trying to insinuate that, that’s fine. but if you were, well, now's your chance. and i’d be more than happy to show you how that rule works.” tyler walked closer, a minimal amount of space between you, just enough to allow you to choose whether you close that gap or leave. 

you stood there for a moment, stunned at his offer. and without much thought, you closed the gap, hands going to grip his face and pull him closer to you. his hands moved to your hips, fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts. the kiss was feverish, all unspoken feelings surfacing. tyler began to pull away much to your dismay, one hand leaving your hip to fish out his keys from his pocket as he moved his other arm to hold your waist. he unlocked the door with ease, pulling you inside and shutting the door before pushing you up against it, the hat falling as he did so. he went to town on your neck, enticing soft moans and whimpers from your lips. the way he sucked at your neck and how he had previously handled you had conjured up a pool of wetness in your panties. 

your arm wrapped around his neck, holding him to your throat, as your fingers tugged at his hair. he groaned against your skin, biting down ever so softly when you tugged on his hair. he gripped at your leg, pulling it up to give him better access to your cunt. he rubbed his clothed cock along you covered cunt, pleased with the moans that escaped your mouth.

“god, keep moaning like that and i might have to take you right here.” you blushed once more, pulling tyler to meet your lips once more. you pushed off the door, lips still connected to tyler’s as you blindly pushed him back to the bed. his legs hit the edge of the bed, tyler breaking the kiss as he pulled off your shirt, both of you kicking off your shoes and socks before lips were reattached once more. 

you pulled back, tyler unbutton his shirt as you began to work on his belt buckle. “woah, easy, pretty girl. you’ll get a taste, don’t worry. the night’s still young. but for now, i gotta show ya what happens when ya wear the hat.” tyler pulled off his shirt, walking to pick up the forgotten hat, placing it on your head. “this stays on.” you nodded, eyes hooded as tyler pulled your shorts and panties down. “you’re even more perfect than i had imagined.” before you could question him, tyler pulled his jeans off, his boxers next as his cock sprung up. tossing them to the side tyler pulled you onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, “you sure ‘bout this? i don’t have any condoms.” tyler asked, different from how he just was. you nodded, kissing him softly.

“i’m on the pill, and i trust you.” tyler nodded, holding over his cock as he slowly guided it along your pussy. you held yourself up as tyler’s thumb rubbing your clit, enjoying your whimpers. “please, tyler.” you begged, tyler aligning his cock with your entrance before guiding you down. you hand went your hat as your head rested on tyler’s shoulder, almost pornographic moans escaping from your lips. “oh my god.” he slowly eased himself into you, whispering praises as he did so.

“god, feels like you were made for me.” your cunt hugged his cock beautifully. when his cock was fully in, he allowed you to get used to the stretch, “tell me when you're ready.” you stilled for a moment, adjusting to his size. you kissed and sucked on his neck, slowly beginning to rock your hips. “fuck, let’s get this off of ya.” tyler’s hands skillfully unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side, fingers ghosting over your perky nipples. you pulled off his shoulder, giving him better access to your tits. “you’re fuckin’ beautiful, darlin’.” tyler attached his mouth to one of your nipples, enticing a soft moan. you continued to ride him, hips moving faster as you chased your incoming orgasm. your left hand gripped tyler’s shoulder, fingernails digging into his bare skin as your right hand held onto the hat that adorned your head. 

as your orgasm inched closer and closer, your movements became more erratic, chasing your high. tyler moaned, whispering praises as your walls clenched around his cock. he knew you were close, mouth moving to your pulse point as he pounded into you, taking over. tyler clapped a hand over your mouth as your orgasm hit, muffling your screams so you didn't wake up your neighbors. his movements however did not slow as he worked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. your legs trembled as he continued to pound into you, your second orgasm of the night approaching quickly. “fuck! fuck, ty-” you cut yourself off, body shaking as you hit your climax once more. tyler began to huff and moan, pulling you impossibly closer as he reached his own high. you blubbered, unable to form actual words as tyler’s hands roamed your body. you pulled back, kissing him roughly.

“goddamn,” he helped you off his cock, helping guide you onto the bed, “think you’ll be able to handle a round two?”

“don’t go thinking you can get rid of me that easily.” 

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Imagine being at home with Kevin after a long day (he actually gets home at an decent hour) 🤎 and just relaxing in bed.🤎

[oklahomapeach]

{KEVIN ATWATER}

❄️-from the December Daydreamz Series

I Got You

Oh, Night Devine ❄️

Simmer ❄️

S.O.S. ❄️

Good Morning

Serving It Up On Sunday

Monday Morning Blues

Tuesday's Twist

Flawless Communication

Make It Good

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“Loud and Wrong”

Characters: Kevin Atwater x Black!Reader.

Summary: Kevin and wifey have a minor disagreement.

Warnings: Fluff and a dash of spicy talk.

Word Count: 2,000+.

A/N: Well, lovelies. I've been having sleepless nights lately. Dealing with some ish. Life be life-inggg and it's keepin' my ass up at night *le sigh*. Tired of my mind racing. So to cut off intrusive thoughts I gave it a go and worked on some of my WIPS. My head quieted down enough for me to finish one. I've got some other things I've been working on as well. Fingers crossed I can finish some other works🤞🏾. This isn't heavily edited, but I hope you still enjoy it my loves🫶🏾. Here's to hoping I haven't lost my spark as a writer 😩😆🤷🏾‍♀️.

“The disrespect in this household is at an all-time high. Just going to sit there and eat in my face like that.”

Your husband called you earlier as he was leaving the precinct. He informed you that Halstead, Ruzek, and Voight wanted to watch the game tonight. Kevin called to see if it’d be okay for them to watch it at the house. Once he had confirmation that it was cool with you, he mentioned they’d be stopping for food. He offered to pick you up something as well, but you declined. You weren’t feeling well, so you didn’t have a taste for anything. Kevin asked if you were sure. After confirming, the call ended with “I love you.” Going against his better judgment, he found himself in the hot seat.

“What are you talking about, baby? How did I disrespect you?” Kevin’s senses prickled, and he braced himself for a lecture.

“So, you didn’t bring me any food? Give me some of your wings, babe,” you plead.

Not thinking it through, he let his temper get the best of him. Kevin fussed, “Did you, or did you not say you weren’t hungry? No, baby, you do this every time. You should’ve told me to get you some food. Why do you do that?”

Your eyebrows raised, “Am I not allowed to change my mind?”

“Don’t answer that,” Adam fake coughed, “loaded question.”

Ignoring his best friend, you smirked as Voight’s hand met the back of Ruzek’s head, and he whispered an apology.

“I’m not even that hungry. I just want a couple of wings and some fries.”

“Which means you want all my flats and the crispy fries. That’s the best part of the meal. If you changed your mind, there was plenty of time to call me back and ask for something. Why not do that? Am I right, or am I missing something here,” he directed the last question at the guys. They had been sitting in uncomfortable silence, trying to remain neutral. Neither Ruzek nor Halstead wanted any part of the exchange.

“Kev, give that beautiful woman some food. Always keep your wife happy,” Voight replied.

“I’m not in it, Bro,” Jay replied, while Adam held his hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.

“You should listen to Voight. Besides, I did text you.”

“No, you didn't. I had my phone on me the entire time, love.”

“Oh, so now I’m a liar? Okay, bet,” you responded, tone clipped. You sat beside Kevin with your arms crossed, giving him the silent treatment.

It had only been a few minutes when it started driving him crazy. “Here, ma. Just take some. I guess I can order some more food.”

“I’m good. Liars don’t get rewarded. Right?”

“Man, whatever,” he responded, kissing his teeth as he shook his head. “I’ll gladly enjoy my food.”

His phone signaled a text from Halstead. The men made eye contact as Jay’s facial expression signaled for Kevin to read it.

“Bro, are you crazy? Don’t argue with a pregnant woman. She’s growing your child. The least you could do is just go with it, even if she’s acting a little dramatic. It’s not her, it’s the hormones, brother 😏.”

Kevin sighed, knowing Jay was right. Not even bothering to respond, he backed out of the message. His movements halted as he noticed an unread message. Turns out you had texted him an order.

Feeling like a jerk, he locked his phone, sliding it back into his pocket. Not saying a word, he grabbed his to-go box, gently placing it in yours. His lips left a juicy kiss on your cheek, trailing up to the left temple before he spoke, “You're right, baby. I should’ve ordered extra food, just in case. Eat this, and I’ll just order some more.”

“Mm, am I right? Or did you finally see my text message? Jackass.”

He couldn’t even be mad because you were right. The doorbell sounded, leaving a confused look on your husband's face. Dumping the box back onto his lap, you turned to Voight.

“Could you help me up? Please,” you asked, voice soft and angelic.

Kevin quickly placed his food on the coffee table. “Stop playing, mama. I can get the door.” You rolled your eyes, “I’ll get it,” you snapped. Kevin stood there tilting his head to the side, burning with attitude. Voight inserted himself, “You two play nice and put this to rest. I’ll get the door.”

“Nonsense, you’re our guest,” you responded, but Voight was already up, halfway to the door.

Hank was only gone a few minutes. He returned to the family room, smiling and chuckling to himself. “Mrs. Atwater. I never want to be on your bad side. Kevin–Bro. I don't know how you'll pull yourself out of this one.”

Kevin looked at Voight quizzically. He watched as his boss laid a fatherly kiss on his wife's temple. It fully registered for him as he witnessed the man hand her an Uber Eats bag. The same logo they had all gotten their dinner from was written in big, bold letters on the receipt attached. The two of you glared at one another as you dug in and devoured a handful of fries.

The room erupted in laughter as Kevin rolled his eyes. Unlike the other men in the room, he found nothing funny.

“When did you order food?”

“The minute you called me a liar.”

Kevin pinched the bridge of his nose.

I love the hell out of this woman, but she gon’ drive me crazy.

“You cannot be serious. Let's not pretend you didn't know I’d give in and share my food. Why must you be so damn petty, woman?”

“Just hush. It’s over. Sit down, eat your food, and enjoy the game. I know I will,” you responded with a devious smirk.

Kevin groaned in irritation as he reclaimed the spot next to you. You felt his pillowy, soft lips press against your cheek, moving to that spot behind your ear. He smiled at the shiver his actions pulled from you. Fighting back a grin, you playfully rolled your eyes. With a mouthful of chicken, you responded, “Still not forgiven. You'll have to do more groveling than that, boo.”

He leaned close, whispering in your ear, “That's cute. Trust me, love. I have my ways. Daddy knows how to make it up to you. Wait until I get you alone.”

“Bro! We can hear you,” Adam complained.

“I’m beginning to wonder how this isn’t your second or third baby, Kev,” Voight teased.

Hank joked as the other two sat there, blushing like crazy. Covering your face, you awkwardly laughed with embarrassment.

“I’d get up and leave you to fend for yourself, but I can’t exactly make a run for it these days,” you ribbed Kevin.

As you were about to shrink into yourself sheepishly, the doorbell went off, and you left Kevin to deal with taunts and teases from his work family. With a firm grasp of his forearm and shoulder, you lifted off the couch. Looks of admiration rained upon you as each man watched the cute waddle you made toward the entrance.

Damn near breathless from the short distance, you took a moment to catch your breath. “Baby? Are you good?” You waved him off, telling him to calm down, and pulled open the door. Burgess and Upton’s eyes shone with excitement as they started to make a fuss over your growing baby bump. You chuckled as they questioned why you’d been the one to answer. The minute the three of you entered the living room, Burgess crossed the room, bopping Adam and Kevin upside the head as Upton chastised Halstead and Voight.

“Ladies, please. Don’t be too hard on the fellas. They all offered, but I refused,” you waved your hands. “You guys know I’m stubborn.

“As hell,” Kevin interjected.

“You want static with me so bad,” you sassed.

Kevin threw his hands up in surrender and bit his lip, slightly turned on by your attitude. Behind that sexy smirk was playfulness and something else you couldn’t quite figure out. Adam cleared his throat, “Ladies, not to be disrespectful, but can you stop giving us a hard time? We promise to behave if you just let us watch the game.”

Kim rolled her eyes, mumbling, “You’re making it very hard to like you right now. The couch is calling your name.”

Before Adam could dig himself into a deeper hole, you directed the women toward the kitchen where your peace and sanctuary awaited you.

“I’ll take this,” you said, snatching your wings from Kevin’s grasp. “I’m not sharing either,” you mocked. He nodded his head, sucking his bottom lip in. “Alright, ma. Keep it up. I’m keeping a tally.” You chuckled, turning to head further into the kitchen. You had to have the last word.

“When will you stop with these hollow, empty threats, dear sweet husband?”

Kevin’s head pushed back into the couch cushion behind him as he watched you walk away. He groaned to himself, or so he thought.

“Leave that poor woman alone, bro,” Adam joked.

“I can’t help it. That woman knows how to keep me on my toes, and I live for it.”

Every man in the living room had been hyper-focused on the game except for the man of the house. The sassiness you had given him earlier had heat simmering inside him. Your attitude always sparked a desire in him. His hands vibrated with a need to grab a handful of you. Kevin wanted nothing more than to have a moment alone with you.

Pulling himself from his lustful thoughts, he cleared his throat, “I’m going to go grab another beer. Anybody want one?”

The crew nodded “yes” in unison, eyes still fixated on the television screen. Kevin leaned against the kitchen archway, listening to the animated conversation among the women. You could feel his eyes on you, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips.

“Is there something that you need, Mr. Atwater,” you questioned with a playful edge.

Your eyes connected with his before slowly trailing down to his bottom lip, tucked between his teeth. Hidden behind the lip bite was a sinful smirk that screamed trouble. Kim and Hailey’s stares bounced between the two of you. Clearing her throat, Kim stuttered, “You know think I hear Adam calling? Hailey, you want to join me? We’ll meet you two in the living room, yeah,” she questioned, both women not giving you time to respond.

“Traitorous heifers,” you mumbled under your breath.

You stood behind the kitchen island, arms crossed, watching Kevin make slow, calculated strides toward you. He stepped behind you, gently grabbing your waist and turning you to face him. The giant man towered over you, licking his soft, plump lips. The action alone caused you to bite back a moan. He bent lower as his mouth ghosted over your own.

“You still mad at me, baby?”

“Mad? No. Irritated, yes,” you finished, neck rolling a bit.

Kevin chuckled lightly, and in a flash, he grasped your hips, lifting you and depositing you onto the counter. Standing between your parted thighs, he leaned in and trailed his lips from your chest to the side of your neck. It slipped your mind that the house wasn’t empty, and a moan escaped your lips.

“Shhh, mamas. Don’t forget we have company.”

“Then let me down,” you gasped as his lips gently suckled your flesh.

“Not a chance in hell. Got you right where I want you now.”

“K-Kevin, seriously. You're getting me all wound up. The baby finally settled and stopped kicking me every five minutes. Don't get her started up again. Down. I want too get down,” you whined like a toddler.

“Tell me you're no longer irritated. I don't want to beef with you anymore, love. If you promise we’re good, I'll let you down,” he smirked.

“You're so irritating,” you responded playfully, rolling your eyes. “Fine, we're good!”

His hand cupped your chin as he pecked your lips continuously. It sent you into a fit of giggles. Your hand daringly wrapped around his throat to the best of its ability. Kevin groaned, pulling his plump lip between his teeth.

“I know that look. What you tryna do with a house full of guests, Mr. Atwater?”

Before your husband could reply, Voight’s voice boomed from the living room, “You two aren't as discreet as you believe yourselves to be. Atwater, halftime is over. Leave that sweet woman alone.”

“Yes sir!”

His lips landed a kiss on your forehead as he promised, “I'm taking your fine ass on a date tomorrow night.”

Kevin swept you off the counter, helping you find your footing as your swollen feet met the hardwood floors. He leaned in giving you one last sensual kiss, promising to ravish you once the two of you were alone.

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[oklahomapeach]

be with you (hank voight x fem! reader)

CONTENT WARNING: SMUT, squirting, dirty talk, use of belt as a gag, cuffs, rough sex, alcohol, daddy kink

a/n: hank voight is daddy af 😮‍����

“come to bed,” you murmured, softly kissing up his neck. “you’ve been looking at the case for hours, love. what did you say to me once? you gotta sleep and come back with…”

“fresh eyes,” he finished. “you’re right sweetheart.”

“come on, i’ll pour you a drink. scotch?”

“on the rocks.”

you went to the kitchen and poured him his drink, as requested before making yourself one as well. handing him the glass, you smiled at him and he wrapped his arm around you as you drank the strong liquor. kissing your forehead, hank softly murmured “i love you” before downing his drink. you wordlessly snaked your arms around his tosro and held onto him.

“you’re so strong, hank,” you murmured as you moved your arms up his chest to wrap around your neck.

“this what you wanted, pretty girl? my attention fully on you?”

“maybe…” you murmured as his hand snaked down to grab your ass. “ah! hank!”

“mind if i let off some steam?” he asked, resting his hand on your hip. “if you’re too tired-“

“not at all. just wanna be with you, hank…”

he set his glass down, and you followed suit before he took the bottle and brought it with the two of you. when you got to the bedroom, you took the bottle and took a small swig before placing it on the nightstand. hank got on the bed, and you straddled his hips before leaning down and kissing him. his hands slipped under your shirt, which was really his, but you had claimed it, to paw at your breasts.

“taste like scotch,” he murmured as you pulled away.

“mhm. missed you so much…”

“yeah, princess? show me, sweet girl.”

you pulled off your shirt, tossing it aside before you started grinding on his lap. the rough material of his jeans was perfect for you to rut against, and your hips moved back and forth, craving the friction. hank’s hands gripped onto your hips as they moved faster on his jeans. you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, tugging him closer by his dark gray button down.

“i know you’re frustrated, daddy,” you purred as you unbuttoned his shirt. “take them all out on me, please? i trust you, i trust you’ll take good care of me.”

“you sure, baby? i don’t want you-“

“i’m sure. i know our traffic light system, and i can always just kick you if i don’t want something,” you said, making hank chuckle. “so, i think that you should let yourself go.”

he flipped the two of you over, caging you into the bed with his hands on either side of your head. he smirked before dipping down and kissing your neck, sucking a dark mark into the crook of your neck. your nails dug into his clothed back, feeling the strong muscles underneath.

“hank-daddy…please?”

“tell daddy what you want, hm? i think i’m going to cuff you and maybe, just maybe, gag you. sound good?”

“yes, yes, yes, oh my god, yes…gag me, choke me, do what you want with me.”

“you tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“of course, daddy.”

he moved down your body, pulling your shirt off and revealing your bare breasts, nipples hardened and puffy. you whimpered as hank laid kisses down your sternum before wrapping his lips around your nipple, pinching and tugging the other one with his fingers. hank moved his hands down your body, carressing every inch of you before resting at your panties.

“you look so pretty, angel. so fuckin’ pretty. can i see your cunt?”

“yes daddy. it belongs to you…”

“fuck,” he growled as he tugged your panties down and spread your legs. “look at you. look at this gorgeous cunt, and it’s all mine.”

your face burned at his words and at his close proximity to you. hiding your face, you turned away from hank so he wouldn’t see your blushing face. his hands pulled your arms down and he said,

“never hide from me, sweetheart. i want to see you, all of you. god, baby, you just look so beautiful right now.

he placed a kiss to your outer lips before gently licking at your cunt. you let out a soft moan, begging him for more. knowing hank, it was only a matter of time before you would be crying and whimpering for him. he started to lick and suck at your clit, making you reach down and press his head in further, moaning out his name as he ate you out.

“oh, oh fuck, yes…”

“so sweet, taste so good. could just eat you every day.”

“daddy, daddy…”

“sh, sh, sweetheart.”

hank’s mouth was heavenly; he knew just how to make you feel incredible. his tongue explored your folds, sucking on your outer lips, savoring your taste. you grabbed the bottle of scotch and took another drink from it before hank said,

“let me get some too, baby.”

you handed him the bottle, and he took a drink, swallowing the amber-colored liquid before going back to eating you out. as you moaned out, you let your legs rest over his shoulders. hank handed you the bottle as his tongue swirled around your clit. he let out low, gravelly moans as he devoured your cunt, flicking his tongue on your clit.

“oh fuck! yes, oh my god!”

hank smirked as he pulled your hips closer to him, slipping his tongue inside you.

“oh my god! yes, yes, please!”

your hips bucked on his mouth, craving more friction, begging him for more. his tongue kept working wonders on your cunt, and you could feel your legs start to tremble. hank chuckled, sending shockwaves through your body. your hand tangled in the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself. you knew that yourorgasm was close; it was inevitable. as your toes curled, you yelped out,

“daddy! daddy please!”

“cum for me, sweetheart,” hank growled as his hand pushed down on your lower stomach. “cum.”

your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you released all over his tongue. he lapped up all of your juices while his hand soothingly rubbed circles on your thigh. your chest rose and fell rhythmically, like an ocean wave, and you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“daddy,” you whined out, pouting slightly. “can i get your cock, please?”

he came up, kissing up your body before he propped himself above you. you smiled up at him before he said,

“i think it’s time we cuff you, baby, your hands keep on roaming. give me your hands, baby.”

giving hank your wrists, you watched as he effortlessly pulled out his handcuffs and cuffed your hands in front of you. he then put them above your head and said,

“keep them there, or else.”

you nodded, and you watched as he took off his belt, folded it up, and commanded,

“open.”

opening your mouth, you whined as he slid it into your mouth, the stretch being slightly uncomfortable. he tapped your cheek and gave you a small smile.

“good, good. that’s good. gonna fuck you so good, make you cry for me.”

you nodded fervently, desperate for his atention. hank unbuttoned his pants and took out his fully erect cock. looking down, your eyes widened as you took in his size.

“oh, you know it’ll fit,” he cooed, kissing your cheek “we always make it fit. give me a thumbs up if you’re okay?”

you gave him a thumbs up and smiled as best you could. he slowly pushed into you, letting you feel every inch of him. your teeth dug into the thick leather of his belt since you couldn’t moan out.

“fuck,” he groaned as he buried himself inside you. “you’re so good, so good…”

your mouth was drooling all over hank’s belt as you let out muffled moans. he slowly started to thrust in and out, making you let out strained moans. nothing felt as good as hank’s cock, not even the dildo that he had gotten you to fuck yourself with when he wasn’t there. your eyes fluttered closed as he started to go faster.

“good, good, you’re so good. takin’ it like a good girl, you’re so fucking-oh…that’s a good girl,” he praised, nipping your earlobe.

you couldn’t do anything but whimper as he fucked you. he was amazing, hitting your g-spot every time. your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in even closer. hank started to pound into you, hitting every single deep spot inside you. tears pricked your eyes as he pounded into you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck! good girl!” he praised as he pushed down on your lower abdomen. “gonna fuckin’ make you squirt, huh? keep those hands up, baby, cause i’m gonna make you squirt.”

your cheeks burned with his proposition, and when he released your hands, he started to rub tight circles on your clit. if you didn’t have a gag in your mouth, you would have been screaming for hank at this point. he also made sure you knew how pretty you were, constantly praising you and making sure you knew you were doing well. his rough, gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps erupted on your body. pleasure consumed you; it was the only thing you could feel at this moment. the signature sounds of sex filled the room: the low groans, the whimpers, the bed creaking underneath the two of you. your toes curled and your nails dug into his back as he pounded into you.

“so fuckin’ close, baby,” he groaned as you pulsed around him. “good girl..you close?”

you nodded fervently, eyes going wide as you pleaded with him.

“good girl, cum for me, let it go,” he purred.

it felt like you were about to pee, but you remembered the last time this happened with hank. he encouraged you to follow the feeling and to just let it go, so that’s what you did. you followed the feeling and let out a strangled moan as you squirted all over. your legs shook and your eyes rolled back as your body rode through the orgasm. hank sloppily thrusted into you a few more times and came with a low grunt, spilling his release inside you. your chest rose and fell as you tried to come back down to earth. he kissed your jaw and softly murmured,

“that’s a girl, sh, sh, come back to me…”

he pulled out the gag, throwing it to the floor and letting you take deep breaths in. you gasped out, not because you weren’t able to breathe, but because your jaw was so stiff from being in that one position for so long. hank then uncuffed you and let the cuffs fall to the side. he pulled out the blanket from underneath you and murmured,

“it’s soaked, baby…holy shit.”

“i’m so sorry-“

“no, no, it’s fine, babygirl. let me just throw it in the laundry, i’ll clean it tomorrow.”

after hank threw the blanket in the laundry, he pulled off his button down and his jeans, throwing them in the hamper as well. he then slid into bed with you and wrapped his arm around your waist, laying a trail of sloppy kisses up and down your neck.

“you were so good, so good for me.”

“you’re not mad that i made a mess?”

“baby, of course not. that mess was one i made too. but i would make it again and again if i had to; it was the best. you’re so good, baby. so fuckin’ good. you just know how to make me feel so good.”

“mm,” you murmured, snuggling into hank’s chest. “you know how to make me feel amazing. how much was that scotch, by the way?”

“don’t worry about it. i have another bottle.”

hank kissed your forehead, lazily drawing circles on your back as you drifted off to sleep. he followed soon after, holding you close and taking comfort in the fact that you were safe in his arms.

[oklahomapeach]

Hi love your work. I was wondering if you could do a role reversal of the bombshell!reader under anesthesia? One where Aaron woke up and has forgotten he's married to reader so is shocked at her affection (not in a bad way), he just can't believe this beautiful woman is flirting with snd comforting him?

thank you for requesting! fem

Aaron is woken by a soft, displeased hum. 

He pries sticky eyes apart to peek at the source, a woman his junior with a tray table wheeled in front of her. You have neat hands, clipped nails painted softest pink, a ring on your marriage finger, and a little pearl necklace that’s fallen free of your collar to swing as you pen a letter. No, not a letter. A case file. 

You’re a police officer? 

He turns the other way, hoping for a more familiar face, but the only inhabitants of the room are you, him, and his pounding headache. A groan slips past his lips unbidden, Aaron watching in real time as you look up like he’s shocked you. You turn sympathetic and softer, somehow, your face plucking a weird string in his chest. It’s almost like deja vu, but Aaron would remember being looked at like this. 

“You okay?” you ask quietly. 

He clears his throat. “What happened?” he asks hoarsely. Clearing his throat a second time proves more successful. “What happened?” 

“You were struck hard in the back of the head with a rifle. A few times, actually. Luckily nothing broke, but you have a cut and a bruise like nobody’s business. Try not to touch.” 

“What about the team?” 

He realises with a start that he can’t remember who he means. Were the team actually with him? Dave had been there, right? Derek? 

“Reid sprained his wrist. Everyone else is fine.” 

Reid, you said, and not Dr. Reid. Aaron frowns deeply, the headache a full, eye-deep pain that worsens when he props himself up on his elbows. 

You watch him carefully. After a moment, you push the table away from you and get up, turning to sit on his bed. He doesn’t let his eyes widen, not even as you place your hand on his stomach, imploring in your gentleness, leaning in to see him better. In that moment, you might be the most beautiful woman Aaron has ever seen; his heart does a great whirl, picking up its pace. He has just enough capacity to recognise how lucky he is to be detached from any observational tech. 

“What’s worrying you, Aaron?” you ask, thumb rubbing a line into the skin just below his stomach. A butterfly like a hawk beats behind your touch. “You have that strange pinch between your eyebrows.” You draw a line up his stomach, showing him how they’re pulled up. He must look near tears as you go. “You only get that when you’re scared, but everyone’s fine, I promise.” 

He must know you. You clearly know him, your tone alone settling his heart while his mind races. 

“You won’t be out of the field long, and you know I can do it for you while you’re gone. I’m capable,” you say. 

“You are,” he says. He’s telling the truth, though he doesn’t know how. 

You shuffle further up the bed. Aaron sits properly, forcing your hand to fall. You clasp his thigh on instinct, and that tumultuous zing of deja vu washes over him again. 

“You have the worst luck, handsome,” you murmur, rubbing at his leg, soothing him without thinking. 

“I…” He trails off as he catches sight of your wedding band. Silver-gold, a pear-shaped 3.00ct diamond. He chose it on a whim. Aaron nearly swallows his own tongue as he looks up, the memory of it not quite connecting to you. You. 

“What?” you ask. 

“You’re being so quiet,” he asks. 

“Well, you gave me a bad scare,” you say, leaning in further, unafraid to breathe his air. “I thought I lost you. It was terrifying.” 

The breathlessness in your confession is a barb. He grabs your hand where it lays and squeezes accordingly. “That won’t happen,” he promises. 

You turn your hand into his, slotting your fingers together deftly. “Do you remember me now, Hotchner?” you ask. 

He looks you straight in the eye. He doesn’t remember you, not really. But he remembers the size of your fingers threaded through his, and he remembers how nervous he’d tried not to be when he bought that ring, and he remembers your hand warming his thigh in the car every morning. 

“Almost,” he says. His breath catches. “You’re beautiful,” he says. 

“You said something similar the first time you woke up. I blamed the morphine for your puppy-eyes, but…” You smile at him fondly. “I don’t think you’re drugged enough to say it and not mean it, now.” 

“I mean it,” he says, nodding. “Of course I mean it.”

“I know.” You kiss his cheek. 

“Will you tell me your name?” he asks. 

You do, and Aaron falls in love with you all over again. 

[oklahomapeach]

Fire Drill

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Words: 2020

Requested by Anon: Hi can you do one where the reader is pregnant and she comes to visit Hotch at work and when she’s getting ready to leave she trips on the last step and hotch and the team rush to her side and hotch force her to go to the hospital to get checked out

Notes: Okay, I know I don’t do requests, but this just seemed like such a nice break after finishing part one of The In-Betweens S3. I’m not opening requests, but thank you for sending this in because I had fun writing it. I’ve never written for Hotch before, so it was nice to branch out! I hope you like it. 

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He hadn’t been expecting you, otherwise he would have told you not to come. It was chaos in the bullpen, FBI and CIA scrambling about to finish wrapping up the case- a rogue agent on a kidnapping spree to get information on his family’s deaths. 

Aaron couldn’t help but pity him. The man’s wife and two daughters were killed in a car accident, but the nature of his work made him paranoid enough to convince him of foul play. And, while the CIA had been reluctant to cooperate, the working teams were able to reach a peaceful conclusion, the agent facing trial and the victims sent home to their families and lives.

You were surprised to find the BAU so busy. Of course, your husband hadn’t been allowed to disclose anything about the case, but you suspected it must have been big to require all this manpower. 

“Mrs. Hotchner!” A friendly voice called over the commotion. 

Agent Jareau’s smiling face appeared from a sea of serious scowls. 

“JJ,” you smiled, relieved to finally see someone familiar. “What’s going on, Strauss’s retirement party?” 

She laughed and made a face of ‘I wish.’

“Big case. Long story.” She took your hand to lead you through the wall of suits. “Hotch is in his office.”

“I think I see him.” You stood on your tiptoes to get a glimpse into the elevated office but there were just too many people. “Where’s the team?” 

JJ laughed and pointed to the conference room. “Hiding.” 

Sure enough, you could just spot the lanky form of Dr. Reid standing in front of the board, solving some long and complex equation. Agents Morgan and Prentiss were discussing something about the file in front of them and Dave Rossi looked like he just wanted to go home. 

While you watched them, another agent barreled by you, hardly noticing that you were even there, let alone that they’d almost knocked you over. Stumbling back, you reached for something to grab onto. 

A hand took hold of yours. 

“Careful,” Aaron, despite his cautious tone, gave you a small smile. “It’s a circus in here.”

“So I noticed, Mr. Ringleader,” you beamed, kissing his cheek. 

“Is everything okay? You didn’t tell me you were coming.” His eyes flicked down to your middle, worry growing with his words. 

You held up a to-go bag with your free hand. 

“Lunch emergency. Code red, Agent Hotchner.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, come on.” Keeping hold of your hand, he guided you through the mess to the somewhat quiet refuge of his office. He closed the door behind him, sighing with relief. 

“You have no idea how nice it is to see you.”

“I should hope so.” You gave him a mock pout. “You’ve been holed up here for two days. I missed you.”

“I know.” He leaned down, kissing you sweetly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You rustled his hair. “Hence, lunch.” You set the bag of pasta on his desk. “Mariano’s.”

Aaron smiled, leaning his head back with a happy sigh. “You’re a saint.” 

“I know.” You took the containers from the bag and placed them on his desk. “The team looks tired.” You handed him a fork.

“It’s been a long few days.” Aaron took on his serious work-voice. He gazed out over the bullpen. There was a tension you knew all too well built up in his shoulders. Like he held the weight of the world on them. 

“Seems like it.” Tearing off a piece of garlic bread, you watched him watch the world. He stood there for a while before you gently grabbed his hand. “Aaron.” You brought his hand to your lips. “Eat.”

Like snapping out of a trance, your husband returned to himself, his eyes softening and the hard set of his mouth lifting into a smile. 

Aaron moved his chair around his desk to sit beside you rather than across, his leg grazing yours. You passed him the garlic bread. 

“So,” you started, popping a piece into your mouth, “anything not super-secret-classified about your day?” 

He thought for a moment. “Reid recited three pages of Freud from memory, Garcia continues to scare me with her hacking ability and my beautiful wife brought me lunch.” His leg nudged yours again affectionately. “What about you?”

“Nothing special,” you shrugged. “I just got assigned the Brunner case.” 

Aaron coughed, nearly choking on his chicken parm. 

“The ADA’s giving it to you?”

Your face broke into a wide, excited smile. You nodded. “She said, and I quote ‘You’re the only one I trust to get that bastard behind bars.’” You beamed. 

Aaron set his food aside and pulled you into his arms. “Sweetheart, that’s amazing.” He kissed your forehead, then your lips. 

Your husband wasn’t one for PDA, so any exception always made you feel like a blushing schoolgirl. 

“I start prep on Monday,” you said as he sat back again. “Then maybe you’ll be the one waiting up for me.” You stole a bite of his meal. “Lot of late nights in my future.”

His excitement slowly morphed into concern. 

“Before you say anything, I already spoke with Dr. Brown, and she said I'll be fine as long as I still get plenty of rest.”

“And do you actually plan on getting plenty of rest?”

You raised a brow, teasing, “Are you the pot or the kettle in this scenario?”

He snorted. “Well, honey, I’m not four months pregnant.” 

“I could still kick your ass in court and you know it, Agent Hotchner,” you smirked.

“I don’t doubt it.” He picked at his food, seemingly lost in pleasant thought. 

You, content that you’d won the potential argument, glanced back out at the office. A harsh tension still hung in the air, the two agencies clearly not thrilled to share their success with the other. Familiar faces emerged from the other room, prompting your question.

“Have you told them yet?” 

“Told who what?” Aaron asked, pretending to be more focused on his food than what was on his mind. 

You rolled your eyes. “The team. About…” You pointed at your almost-showing belly. 

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “No.”

“You should.” You looked at Reid’s fidgeting hands and Prentiss’s tired frown. “They look like they could use some exciting news.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. You may not have been a profiler, but you knew your husband. 

Telling them made it real. Real meant the real world. The real world meant danger. Danger meant loss. The longer you could both live in the beautiful, safe, fantasy world, the easier it seemed. 

“Aaron-” You started, but were interrupted by an awful shrill mechanical shriek. You grimaced, putting your hands over your ears. “Don’t tell me there’s a fire drill.”

Aaron shook his head, worry settling into his expression. 

“Stay close to me.” 

You made no argument there. Regretfully abandoning your meals, Aaron kept an arm around you as you reentered the chaos. People were cramming around the staircase doors, shouting and grumbling at each other. 

“So much for ‘calm and orderly fashion’,” you muttered. 

Aaron gently tugged on your arm. “This way.” 

One of the doors had a shorter line, but only slightly. By the time you made it through the door, the stairwell was packed with people hurrying down, paying no attention to the people around them. At some point, Aaron lost hold of your hand. 

“Y/N?” He called out.

That’s when he saw you fall. 

You didn't even see who ran into you. They just rammed into you from the side, pushing their way down the stairs. Your foot caught on the wall, your arms reeling for something to grab onto, but unlike last time, you weren’t fast enough. You tumbled forward. The people in front of you kept moving, leaving a set of hard stone stairs to break your fall. 

“Y/N!” Aaron yelled. 

You hit the ground and were pretty sure someone stepped on you. Catching yourself with your left hand, you felt a sudden, painful snap. You bit back the scream of pain, but it escaped nonetheless. 

“Everybody move!” Aaron’s commanding, panicked voice took over the stairwell, joined by other voices. 

“Mrs. Hotchner, are you okay?” Dr. Reid appeared in front of you. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

“It’s my wrist,” you winced, trying to move your fingers. “But I think I’m okay.”

Someone lifted you up. 

“We need to get her to the hospital,” Aaron said. His dark eyes were wide and frantic and focused on you. 

Morgan rushed by. “I’ll get the car.”

“Aaron, I’m okay,” you said again, but he ignored you. 

“Prentiss, find out what’s going on,” he ordered. “There shouldn’t be a drill.” He feared the worst. This was planned. Someone was waiting outside to gun everyone down. Someone was after you. 

“On it.” She hurried off as well. 

“I didn’t get a chance to examine it fully, but it looks like it might be broken,” Reid added. 

“Aaron-”

“You’re going to be okay.” He spoke more to himself than to you. “You’ll be okay.” 

-

You were, in fact, fine. A broken wrist, sure, but all together could have been worse. But then came his second concern. One you could clearly see on his face as he spoke to the doctor. 

“You really freaked him out,” Agent Prentiss said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this.”

“I told him everything was fine,” you sighed, laying a hand over your middle. You didn’t know how, but you could just tell everything was alright. It had to be. But he needed to be sure. “Thank you, Agent Prentiss. For getting to the bottom of it all.” 

“Please, call me Emily.” She smiled. “He must have thought it was something planned and sinister.” 

Someone had put a fork in the microwave. Apparently, agents are definitely not geniuses. Except for Dr. Reid, of course. 

You laughed. “The dangers of your job, huh?”

She shrugged. 

A moment passed. 

“So are you going to tell everyone?” She blurted. 

Your mouth fell open. 

Emily raised a brow. “It isn’t hard to guess by the way he looked at you. And you haven’t taken your arms off your stomach since you got here.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms fully. “Profilers.”

She laughed and put a hand on yours. “I’m sure everything is fine.”

Aaron walked into the room with the seriousness he usually reserved for cases. But when he looked at you, he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Dr. Brown said everything is fine.”

“I told you.” 

You wouldn’t admit it, but for a second you were terrified. But seeing him happy and relieved made it all go away. 

He was at your side in seconds, kissing the top of your head. 

“You thought Brunner was after me, didn’t you?” You asked, realizing why he’d been so interested in the alarm. 

“It crossed my mind.”

“Yeah, well,” you gripped his tie and pulled his lips to yours. “He’s going to have to try harder than a spoon in the microwave.”

“That’s not funny.”

You kissed him again. “It’s a little funny.”

-

The whole team was waiting, each looking more worried than the last.

“Guys, I didn’t get shot,” you teased. You held up the cast on your arm for emphasis.

“We know.” Reid gulped, fidgeting with his sleeve. “You just seemed to fall pretty hard and-”

“We just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” JJ said.

You peered at each of them and put your good hand on your hip. 

“Alright, how many of you know?”

The pretend confusion on their faces told you all you needed. You cast an exasperated look at your husband. 

“Damn profilers.”

The group laughed. Dave gave you a hug and Morgan shook Aaron’s hand.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Hotchner.” Dr. Reid said, smiling through his usual timidness. He turned to Hotch. “I’m really happy for both of you.”

“Thank you, Reid,” Aaron said. The two embraced, the sight warming your heart. 

You wrapped your arms around your husband. Aaron kissed your temple. 

And you would be okay. 

[oklahomapeach]

Hi can you do one where the reader is Derek Morgan sister and hotch and the reader are secretly dating, One day the reader comes to visit hotch at work, where she see her brother and there relationship comes out

hi there, sorry this took some time, i've been a busy bee!

love this prompt idea, let me know if anyone wants a prequel on how the reader and hotch met! (or maid of honour derek at the wedding?)

requests are always open! :)

or read on Ao3!

“I know it ain’t my little sister on the phone!” Derek’s smile could have cut glass, he could feel you rolling your eyes on the other end of the line. 

“Yes, it’s me, hello, what do you want?” 

He was laughing over your annoyed tone; he was used to your attitude by now. 

“I just wanted to check in princess, see how you are, wonder what you’re up to, isn’t that allowed?” 

“No.” 

“Alright, alright.” 

He could hear the rustle of bed sheets but thought nothing of it, you liked to sleep in, everyone knew that. 

“It’s like nine-oh-three, I thought your early ‘look-who’s-been-killed-today' meetings always started on time?” 

He laughed again. He was walking the hallway outside Penelope’s office, watching the way his boots contrasted the FBI grade painted floor. His coffee was cold, but he wanted to keep you on the line as soon as possible. 

“Yeah usually, boss man is running a little late today, told us to push it back ‘til half past, so I thought I’d check in.” 

“And you thought it was safe to call me before mid-day?” 

“Hey, you answered, didn’t you?” 

“Yeah, well you caught me as I was kicking my hooker out.” 

Derek started to laugh but it was cut off as his shoes squeaked to a halt on the floor.  

He thought about the sheets that started to ruffle as he called. 

“Y/N do you have someone there?” 

“Would you race over here if I did?” 

“I’m serious.” 

“You sound it.” 

“Y/N-” 

“Listen Derbear, I gotta go, I’ll call you later.” 

She hung up and Derek did the only thing he could think of. He marched into Penelope’s office and started pacing. 

The next half hour was a real treat for her, trying to explain to Derek that his little sister was a grown woman, and she could have men over if she wanted. 

Derek stormed back out. 

“You’d better get round there; you’re holding the round table up.” 

You sat up as SSA Aaron Hotchner was tying his shoes at the bottom of your bed. 

“Was that Morgan?” 

“Yeah, sounded like he was pacing the hall.” 

“Patience is less of a virtue and more of a suggestion to your brother.” 

“I’m aware, when he heard you get out of bed, I thought he was gonna race round here.” 

Hotch laughed in an almost nervous way. “He wouldn’t invade your privacy like that would he?” 

You didn’t answer, kneeling behind him to wrap your arms around his broad chest, probably messing up his tie in the process. 

“Do you have to go?” 

“They’ll send a S.W.A.T. team if I don’t.” 

You laughed a little and reached round to give him a kiss. He twisted his body and before long you were sitting on his lap, making out and grinding your hips down. 

He was trying to talk between breaths. 

“I have- to – go.” 

“You work ten minutes away; you have some time.” 

“Not for the things I want to do to you.” 

The heat raced through your body, but you knew he was right, you loved being with him and treasuring the times he was here rather than on a jet somewhere, but you didn’t want to rush anything. 

“Okay.” 

You let him go and he stood, badge, gun and tie, all perfect. 

“I’ll see you soon.” 

“You better. 

It was a mantra you repeated every time he left you. Praying he would come home safe to you. 

You settled back into bed, dozing off lightly before being rudely interrupted by a cellphone that wasn’t yours. 

“Shit!” 

“Hotch!” 

He checked his watch and noted he still had a few minutes before he was officially late. 

“What?” He barreled past JJ and made his way to his office. 

“I called you! The case has been changed, Florida doesn’t need us anymore there’s something more pressing here, we’re staying homebound for the now.” 

“Excellent, go tell the team, I’ll be through in a minute.” 

He needed to go into his office and get himself straight before he saw the team, they were good profilers, excellent profilers, the best, which meant they would see his messy hair, slightly crooked tie and know exactly what he was up to before work. Not to mention the erection that hadn’t quite finished going down yet. 

By the time he made it to the round table, the team was already discussing habits and weapons, in three minutes he had missed loads. 

“Hotch let’s get started man, assignments.” 

Aaron nodded and patted his suit down before taking a seat, he was halfway to the chair when he realised he didn’t have his cell phone on him. 

“Shit. Listen guys I’m a little out of sorts this morning, can you guys sort yourselves and I’ll get up to speed in my office.”  

He walked away with his tablet in his hands, barely paying attention to Dave rattling off morgue addresses and crime scene plans as his exit music. 

He’s turned most of his office upside down when he realises where he must have left his phone. Irritating but not life-ending, he would just stay safe today and get it from you later. 

Maybe he could get a lot of things from you later. 

You had been in the FBI building before so luckily it was easy enough just to get through without questions. You were just sent on your way with a visitors' badge, they assumed you were here to see your brother. 

It wasn’t that Aaron didn’t want people to know about the two of you, it was you. You were unsure how your brother would react, if he would feel betrayed. There was also the problem of the nature of your relationship, neither of you had defined it yet, you were fairly sure you loved Aaron, and you hoped he felt the same way, but you would never know, he was never there long enough to discuss it. 

Your walk through the corridors was starting to mirror more of a march, you slowed your steps. 

You were so focused on your steps that you didn’t notice the figure walking towards you. You were in his arms before your brain caught up. 

“Oomph.” 

“Heyyyy sis! Came to see me did you?” 

You were surprised but shook it off. 

“What are you doing here?” 

If he noticed your high pitch, he didn’t comment on it. 

He laughed, too happy to see you. “I work here silly. What are you doing here?” 

“I just came to-” You watched Aaron round the corner, hoping the blood rushing up and down your body wasn’t audible to your brother. “I just came to drop something off.” 

Morgan followed your eyes. “Hey Hotch! You remember my little sister?” 

HE looked unsure, as if his head hadn’t been between your leg mere hours ago. “Yes.” 

“She just came by to drop something off, what do you got?” 

You turned your attention back to Aaron, looking at the way he wouldn’t meet your eye, suddenly annoyed that you felt caught or in the wrong just for visiting your boyfriend at work. 

“You uh-” Now or never. “You left your cell at my house, I was just gonna leave it in your office, I didn’t know you’d be here.” Understand me. I didn’t do this on purpose. I promise, but now that it’s happened? 

“I uh, I was just going to drop by and get it on my way back.” 

“Oh” Why hadn’t you thought of that? Because he has a son and you knew he would get to the office first, he needed his phone. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” 

Derek’s silence had reached its peak and apparently his brain had gotten around what was happening in front of him. He might have tried to piece together something more innocent first, but it was the first time that he had ever seen his boss blush. 

“WHOA!” 

“Derek.” 

“WHOAAAAAA!” He was walking backwards, trying to avoid his own profiling skills. 

“Morgan please, we have a case we should go.” 

“Was HE the guy you were kicking out this morning?!” 

“Well, the kicking out was a joke but yea-” 

“Oh Aaron, tell me my baby sister isn’t the reason you were late for this morning's meeting.” 

“Yes, but it was-” 

“No. No!” 

“My office. Now.” 

You watched your boyfriend walk away with your brother in tow and just stood there, vaguely amused until you heard a voice run round the corner to tag you. 

“I said now Miss Morgan!” 

He would pay for that later. 

“What’s going on?” 

The rest of the team was staring up at Hotch’s closed door, hearing Morgan’s muffled screams through the blinds. 

“I think Derek found out about his sister and Hotch.” 

“What? You didn’t tell me they were- how did you know, and I didn’t?!” 

Rossi shrugged. “I’m here as much as he is, he can’t sneak someone in without me noticing, trust me kid, they ain’t quiet. 

[oklahomapeach]

unexpected encounter

aaron hotchner x fem bau!reader

Warnings: smut! minors dni! p in v (wrap it up), creampie, power dynamics (he's your boss), teasing ? lmk if i forgot something (i prob did)

summary: You were off duty, enjoying a sunny afternoon in a tight, bodycon sundress that accentuated your curves, when you unexpectedly ran into your boss, Aaron Hotchner.

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a/n: i know it's fall but i just couldn't get this idea out of my head so here you go <3

(also it's 3 am rn and ill post my hugh story tomorrow for those who were waiting on it cuz now its getting a lil late)

The evening sun casts a warm glow as you step out of the café, its fading rays highlighting your sundress, a snug, bodycon fit that clings to your curves. It’s a casual weekend, far removed from the usual dark suits and crime scenes, and you feel a certain freedom in wearing something that shows off your figure. The dress is vibrant, hugging your waist and hips, and the neckline dips just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage, nothing too provocative, but more than enough to draw attention.

You’re not expecting to run into anyone from the BAU, especially not your boss, SSA Aaron Hotchner. But as fate would have it, there he is, standing near his car across the street, his gaze locking onto you as if he’s frozen in place.

You pause, surprised at seeing him, and the moment stretches out longer than you expect. Hotch, the ever-composed leader, is staring. Not just a glance, but a full-on, wide-eyed stare. His usual mask of professionalism cracks slightly as his eyes trace the lines of your dress, lingering briefly on the exposed skin at your neckline before snapping back to your face.

"Hotch?" you say, your voice light with disbelief, trying to break the tension. "I didn’t expect to see you here."

He clears his throat, his expression quickly shifting into something more familiar stoic, controlled. But there’s no mistaking the way his eyes flicker back to you, like he’s struggling to keep his gaze in check.

“I could say the same,” he replies, his voice a little more hoarse than usual. "I didn’t mean to stare."

You chuckle, trying to ease the tension. “It’s alright, I’m off-duty, you’re allowed to stare.” You give him a teasing smile, knowing full well how rare it is to see this side of him.

Hotch seems to struggle with how to respond, his usual sharpness dulled for a moment. He’s not used to seeing you like this, out of your professional attire, out of the controlled environment of the BAU. He’s not used to seeing you as…anything other than an agent.

“I... uh… you look nice,” he finally says, and you swear you catch a glimpse of something like admiration in his voice, something he’s clearly trying to suppress.

You smile again, feeling a bit of warmth rise to your cheeks. “Thank you, Hotch.”

For a moment, it’s just the two of you standing there, the sounds of the city buzzing around you. It’s strange, he’s your boss, after all. But here, outside the confines of the BAU, things feel different. There’s no case, no profile, no killer to chase. Just Aaron Hotchner, looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“Well,” he says after a pause, breaking the silence, “I should… get going.”

“Yeah,” you nod, not wanting the moment to end. “I’ll see you Monday.”

But as you turn to leave, you can feel his eyes on you for just a second longer than necessary, like he’s not quite ready to break the spell.

And neither are you.

Monday rolls around, and you’re back at the BAU, your professional self once again. You’re dressed in your usual work attire, nothing flashy, just your go-to blazer and slacks. But something feels off. Specifically, Hotch feels off.

You notice it almost immediately during the morning briefing. Normally, Hotch commands the room with his calm authority, making eye contact with every agent to ensure they’re on the same page. But today, he’s avoiding your gaze. Subtly, of course, but after working together for so long, you can tell. When he speaks, his voice is as firm as always, but there’s something different, an edge, a tension that wasn’t there before.

He keeps the briefing short, his eyes barely lingering on you as he assigns the team to tasks for the case. The second it’s over, he quickly retreats to his office, leaving the rest of the team exchanging confused glances.

“What’s with him?” you whisper to JJ, leaning in as everyone gathers their files.

JJ shrugs. “I have no idea. He’s been quiet all morning.”

Emily slides in next to you, overhearing the conversation. “Did you do something to piss him off?” she teases, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

You roll your eyes but feel your stomach flip, wondering if you should tell them what happened over the weekend. You and Hotch didn’t do anything wrong, but there was definitely a moment. One you haven’t been able to stop thinking about either.

“I didn’t… exactly piss him off,” you say, your voice lowering. JJ and Emily exchange glances, their interest piqued.

“Spill,” Emily demands, her tone playful but insistent.

You sigh, looking around to make sure no one else is within earshot. “I saw Hotch over the weekend. Outside of work. I was, uh, wearing a dress.”

JJ raises her brows. “Okay…?”

“A bodycon sundress,” you clarify, feeling your cheeks heat up. “And it was… well, more revealing than what I normally wear around here.”

Emily leans back, clearly enjoying this. “So, you’re telling me Hotch saw you looking all hot and couldn’t handle it?”

You shrug, a small smile creeping onto your face. “I don’t know about that, but he definitely stared. I mean, he was stunned. He couldn’t even look away for a minute.”

JJ’s eyes widen in amusement. “No way. The Aaron Hotchner showed an expression on his face?”

“Exactly!” you say, laughing now that you’re sharing it with them. “I didn’t think much of it, but today? He’s been acting weird. It’s like he can’t even look at me.”

Emily grins. “You broke Hotch’s brain. Well done.”

JJ chuckles softly. “He’s probably just not used to seeing you like that, out of work mode. It might’ve caught him off guard.”

“Off guard is an understatement,” you murmur, thinking back to how he couldn’t tear his eyes away. “But it’s not like anything happened. It was just… a moment.”

“A moment that Hotch clearly can’t stop thinking about,” Emily adds. “You’ve thrown him off his game, and honestly? I love it.”

JJ gives you a more reassuring smile. “I’m sure he’ll get over it. It’s Hotch. He’s probably just trying to re-center himself. Maybe he’s worried about crossing any lines.”

You nod, but part of you wonders if there’s more to it. The way he looked at you—it wasn’t just surprise. There was something deeper, something he clearly didn’t know how to handle.

“Well,” Emily says, grabbing her tablet, “this should be fun to watch. Let’s see how long it takes for him to figure out how to act normal around you again.”

You laugh, but internally, you feel that same curiosity rising. What was Hotch thinking when he saw you? And why does it feel like it’s affected him this much?

The rest of the day drags on, but you can’t shake the tension between you and Hotch. Every time you walk by his office or catch a glimpse of him from across the bullpen, there’s this undercurrent, something simmering beneath the surface. You try to focus on the case, to act as if nothing happened, but it’s impossible to ignore the way his presence feels so much heavier today.

By mid-afternoon, you’ve had enough. You need clarity, or at least to know that this awkwardness isn’t all in your head. So, when you notice Hotch heading for the break room, you seize the opportunity.

You walk in just after him, the door swinging shut softly behind you. He’s standing by the coffee machine, his back to you, shoulders a little more tense than usual. You take a breath before speaking.

“Hotch?”

He turns slowly, his eyes meeting yours, and for a second, there’s that flash of something, surprise, maybe even desire, before he quickly masks it with his usual professionalism.

“Agent” he says, the formality of your title jarring. His voice is cool, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s holding something back.

You step closer, trying to keep your tone casual. “I’ve noticed you’ve been… distant today.”

Hotch raises an eyebrow, but there’s a tightness in his jaw. “I’ve been focused on the case. Nothing more.”

You cross your arms, feeling a mix of frustration and something more personal. “Really? Because it feels like you’re avoiding me.”

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he looks away for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, before his eyes return to yours. “I’m not avoiding you. I just—” He pauses, his expression faltering for the briefest moment. “I want to maintain professionalism, that’s all.”

You blink, caught off guard by the admission. “Is this about Saturday?”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, confirmation, maybe. He looks almost uncomfortable now, like he’s been caught in something he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“I didn’t expect to see you outside of work,” he says carefully, his voice a little quieter. “And… I wasn’t prepared for how you looked.”

You feel a warmth rising in your chest, knowing now that you weren’t imagining things. “It was just a dress, Hotch.”

He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, his hands resting on the counter behind him as if he needs the support. “It wasn’t just the dress. It was…” He hesitates again, as if he’s struggling with how much to admit. “It was seeing you outside of this job. Seeing you as… more than just my agent.”

Your breath catches slightly at his words. More than just an agent? You hadn’t expected him to be this honest, to admit that there was something more to his reaction.

“And that bothers you?” you ask, your voice softer now.

“It complicates things,” he says, his gaze finally softening. “We work together. I’m your superior. I have to maintain a level of professionalism, not just for me, but for you, too.”

You step a little closer, feeling a pull between the two of you that you can’t quite explain. “But it’s not just about professionalism, is it?”

Hotch’s eyes search yours, and for the first time, you see the conflict written all over his face. “No, it’s not,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. The air feels thick with everything unspoken, everything hovering just beneath the surface. You can feel the distance between you narrowing, both physically and emotionally, and it’s like a magnet pulling you closer.

“I don’t want this to affect our work,” he finally says, breaking the silence. But the way he’s looking at you now, his eyes soft, his expression vulnerable, makes you wonder if he’s trying to convince himself more than you.

“It won’t,” you assure him, your voice steady. “We’re both professionals. But we’re also human.”

Hotch exhales softly, his posture relaxing ever so slightly, like the weight of his inner struggle is easing. He still looks conflicted, but there’s a shift in his demeanor, a sense that maybe he’s not entirely ready to let this go, either.

Before either of you can say anything more, the door to the break room opens, and you both immediately step back into your professional roles as JJ walks in, oblivious to the charged moment she’s interrupted.

“Hey,” she says casually, reaching for the coffee pot. “You guys okay?”

“Yeah,” you reply quickly, exchanging a brief glance with Hotch. “We’re fine.”

JJ looks between the two of you but doesn’t press further. “Good, because we’ve got a new lead on the case. Hotch, we need you in the conference room.”

Hotch gives you one last look before nodding to JJ. “I’ll be right there.”

It’s a warm, sunny afternoon when you arrive at the park for a team’s casual get-together, organized by Garcia, who insisted everyone needed some downtime outside the walls of the BAU. Laughter and conversation fill the air as the team relaxes, scattered across picnic tables and blankets.

You’re wearing that sundress again, the one that hugs your curves, the one that made Hotch’s breath catch in his throat the last time he saw you. It’s a bodycon dress that highlights your figure, with just enough of a neckline to show off a hint of cleavage, and when you walk up to the group, you immediately feel his eyes on you.

Aaron stands across the grassy clearing, wearing a simple polo and jeans that fit him perfectly. The dark material contrasts with the sunlit background, casting shadows across the strong lines of his jaw and the slope of his neck. He’s looking at you, his expression intense, his thoughts seemingly far away.

He’s quiet—Hotch always is during these gatherings—but you know what’s on his mind. It’s the same thing that’s been lingering between the two of you for days, the weight of unspoken words and unresolved tension. His eyes flicker from your face to your body, lingering on the dress, and you can see his jaw tighten. The rest of the team is laughing, eating, and enjoying the afternoon, oblivious to the tension that’s simmering just beneath the surface.

As you settle down near the picnic table, chatting with JJ and Emily, you can feel Hotch’s gaze like a physical touch. He tries to be subtle, to act like nothing is out of the ordinary, but you catch him glancing at you again and again. Each time, his eyes darken with desire, his body language betraying the thoughts racing through his mind.

You shift slightly, adjusting the hem of your dress, and you can almost feel the way his focus sharpens. Every movement you make seems to affect him, his grip tightening around his coffee cup, his posture stiffening ever so slightly. He’s trying to keep it together, trying to maintain that professional composure, but you can see him slipping.

From across the table, Garcia rambles about some new tech gadget she’s discovered, and Reid chimes in with his usual barrage of facts. But your mind is on Hotch, and the way his gaze hasn’t left you for more than a few seconds. You glance up, meeting his eyes from across the distance, and the heat between you is undeniable.

He looks away quickly, but you catch the way his fingers clench slightly into a fist before he releases them, exhaling as if to steady himself. You bite your lip, feeling a surge of confidence as you decide to tease him, leaning forward a little more as you laugh at something Emily says. You know exactly what you’re doing.

Hotch’s eyes flash again, and for a moment, you think he’s going to snap. His hand flexes against his thigh, and his gaze grows even darker, filled with barely-contained need. He wants to touch you, he needs to, you can see it in the way he shifts in his seat, the tension rolling off him in waves. But he can’t. Not here. Not in front of the team.

The rest of the group is oblivious to the magnetic pull between you two, but you know. And Hotch knows. His restraint is fraying at the edges, his focus divided between trying to keep up the pretense of professionalism and the urge to take you somewhere more private.

You catch his eye again, holding his gaze just a moment longer than before, and you swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch, the smallest hint of a smile, or maybe something more primal. His control is slipping, and he’s fighting it with everything he has.

As the afternoon stretches on, the laughter and casual conversation continue, but all you can think about is what’s going to happen when this gathering ends. When it’s just the two of you. When he doesn’t have to hold back anymore.

And by the way Hotch keeps looking at you, his thoughts following every move you make, you know it’s only a matter of time.

As you pack up your things, you notice him lingering by his car, his eyes still on you, and your heart skips a beat when he makes his way over to you.

"Need a ride home?" he asks, his voice smooth but heavy with something more.

You nod, sensing that this is the moment you’ve both been waiting for. There’s an undercurrent in his words, a promise of something more than just a simple ride.

The drive to your place is thick with tension, the kind that makes the air feel heavier, charged with anticipation. Neither of you speaks much. There’s no need to, everything has already been said in the heated looks exchanged back at the picnic, in the way his hand brushed your lower back for just a second too long as he led you to his car. It’s there in the way he’s gripping the steering wheel now, his knuckles white as he tries to keep control, though you can tell that his thoughts are anything but steady.

You glance at him from the passenger seat, noticing the way his jaw is clenched, the tendons in his neck tight as he stares at the road. His usual cool, collected demeanor is crumbling, and you know exactly what’s on his mind. You in that dress. The way he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he saw you at the park. The way you’ve been teasing him all afternoon, letting your fingers linger on his arm when you spoke, leaning just a bit closer to him than usual.

It’s like a silent game between the two of you—one that’s about to reach its breaking point.

The second the car pulls into your driveway, you can feel his restraint finally snap. The engine is barely off before Hotch is out of the car, quickly making his way around to your side. He opens the door for you, but as you step out, you can see the way his eyes are filled with a hunger that’s only grown stronger throughout the day. His hand is on your lower back again, guiding you up the steps to your door, but this time, his touch lingers. You can feel the heat of his hand through the thin fabric of your dress, and it sends a thrill through you.

You unlock the door with trembling fingers, your heart racing, knowing what’s about to happen. You step inside, and the second the door closes behind him, it’s like a dam breaks.

Hotch’s hands are on you before you even have time to turn around. His fingers curl around your waist, pulling you back against him as his mouth finds your neck. His lips are hot and urgent against your skin, and you can feel the rough stubble of his jaw scraping lightly as he kisses along the curve of your throat. His breath is ragged, and you can feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he growls against your ear, his voice low and rough, filled with barely-contained need. His hands slide up your sides, his fingers tracing the outline of your dress, and the way he’s touching you, like he can’t get enough, makes your body heat up instantly. “Ever since I saw you in that damn dress…”

You gasp as his hands tighten on your waist, pulling you even closer, his hips pressing against you in a way that leaves no doubt about how badly he wants you. His mouth moves along your neck, hot and insistent, as his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your dress, hiking it up slightly so he can grip your bare skin.

“Aaron…” you breathe, your voice catching as you tilt your head to give him more access. Your body is already reacting to his touch, your pulse quickening, heat pooling in your belly. You want him just as badly, have been wanting him since the moment he first laid eyes on you in this dress.

You barely make it to the kitchen before Hotch lifts you up, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he sets you on the counter with ease. The cool surface contrasts with the heat of his body pressing against you, and you gasp at the sensation. His hands are everywhere now, on your thighs, sliding up to your hips, then gripping your waist as he pulls you even closer to the edge of the counter.

He kisses you hard, his lips crashing against yours with a need that makes your head spin. It’s a kiss filled with everything he’s been holding back, all the tension from the past week finally spilling over. You kiss him back just as desperately, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as his hands continue to explore your body.

His fingers slide under the hem of your dress, hiking it up higher as his hands trace the curve of your thighs. The way he’s touching you is possessive, almost frantic, like he can’t get close enough. He breaks the kiss for just a moment, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. His hands slide up your sides, brushing over the neckline of your dress. “This dress… you have no idea what it does to me.”

You bite your lip, your heart racing as you look into his eyes, dark with need. “I wore it for you,” you admit softly, your voice breathless. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it.”

Hotch groans softly "fuck you're such a slut for me" his hands tightening on your waist as he kisses you again, slower this time, but no less intense. "fuck yes aaron I am" you replied and his hands roam over your body, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress to touch your bare skin. You arch into his touch, your body responding to him in a way that makes it impossible to think about anything else.

One of your straps slips from your shoulder, and in an instant, Hotch freezes. His breath catches as he pulls back slightly, his eyes fixed on your exposed skin. The strap falls, and your breast is revealed to him. For a moment, he just stares, his eyes darkening even more as he takes you in.

“God…” he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. His hands move to your shoulders, gently pushing the strap further down until your dress is hanging loosely off one side. His eyes flicker up to yours, filled with a mix of awe and raw desire. “You’re so beautiful.”

He leans down, his lips brushing softly over your exposed skin, kissing along the curve of your breast with a tenderness that makes your breath hitch. But the tenderness doesn’t last long, soon, his kisses grow more urgent, more desperate, as his hands cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive skin.

You moan softly, your head falling back as his mouth finds your nipple, his tongue swirling around it before he sucks gently, sending a surge of heat straight to your core. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter as he continues his assault on your senses, his lips and hands everywhere at once.

“I can’t… stop,” he groans against your skin, his voice rough and filled with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long…”

His hands slide down to your hips, gripping you tightly as he pulls you against him, his erection pressing firmly between your legs. You gasp at the sensation, your hands gripping his shoulders as he moves against you, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.

“I need you,” he murmurs, his voice low and desperate. “Right now.”

You nod, breathless, as you pull him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist as he lifts you slightly off the counter. His hands slide under your dress, pulling it up higher as he presses himself against you and takes off your underwear, his lips find yours in a heated kiss that leaves you both gasping for air.

When he finally enters you, it’s like everything else fades away. The world outside, the past week of stolen glances and restrained touches, it all falls away as he moves inside you. His pace is slow at first, savoring the way you feel wrapped around him, his lips brushing over your skin with every thrust.

You arch against him, your hands gripping his back as he moves faster, his control slipping as the need between you builds. His mouth is on your neck, your shoulder, your breasts everywhere, as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

The strap of your dress falls completely now, both your breasts exposed to him, and Hotch loses it. His hands cup your breasts again, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as he thrusts harder, deeper, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“You’re perfect,” he groans, his voice filled with awe and desire. “Everything about you… I can’t get enough.”

You moan his name, your body trembling as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. The way he moves inside you, the way he touches you, it’s all too much. You feel the tension coiling in your belly, ready to snap at any moment.

And then, with one final thrust, you’re falling. You cry out, your body arching against him as pleasure crashes over you in waves. Hotch follows seconds later, groaning your name as he shudders, his body tensing as he finds his release.

For a moment, neither of you moves, your bodies still connected, your breaths mingling as you come down from the high of it all. Then, slowly, Hotch pulls back slightly, his hands still holding you close as he looks into your eyes, his expression softer now, filled with something more than just desire.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice full of awe as he brushes a stray hair from your face. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to keep my hands off you after this.”

You smile, breathless, as you lean in to kiss him again, slow and deep, savoring the moment. “Then don’t,” you whisper against his lips, and the way he kisses you in return tells you that he has no intention of letting go anytime soon.

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[oklahomapeach]

back again with another hank request 😅

the reader gets into a bar fight with some random girl that’s talking shit about hank and their relationship, so the reader feels like she needs to defend him. the bartender instead of calling the cops, just calls hank. hank comes in and is kind of laughing to himself a little bit as he just effortlessly throws the reader over his shoulder and is like “alright slugger time to go home” or something like that.

Army - Hank Voight

Summary: No one talks shit about your man. Simple.

Warnings: None?? Except bad writing? 🤣

Word count: 1109

Fandom: Chicago P.D

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Molly’s was buzzing with energy, as it usually was at this time. People like you, who had either a successful day at work and wanted to celebrate, or a stressful day and wanted to drink it away, filled the bar. This, however, was your usual habitat at this time—not because you were stressed or celebrating, but because it gave you something to do while waiting for your boyfriend, Hank Voight. He usually worked late, and you’d come here to kill time until he could swing by and pick you up.

You were nursing your drink at the bar, half-listening to the background noise when you overheard a voice mention your boyfriend’s name, followed by a sentence that made your blood boil.

"Must be nice dating a guy who can make all your problems disappear…"

You froze, the words echoing in your ears as the rest of the noise in the bar became nothing but a backtrack. The woman sitting a few seats down didn’t even bother to keep her voice low, her friends laughed along with her. Your eyes narrowed in her direction, glaring daggers into the back of her head which was covered in fake blonde hair and cheap extensions. Your hands clenched tighter around your drink as you thought about ripping them out her head.

Behind the bar, Gabby, who had been putting freshly cleaned glasses away, caught the conversation and saw the storm brewing in your eyes. She sighed, already knowing where this was headed. She placed the last glass on the shelf before stepping away from the bar. Gabby slipped her phone out of her pocket and quickly dialled her brother.

"Oh yeah," another one chimed in, laughing quietly, "I bet she pays him back for those favors. You know, in her own whore way. I mean that’s the only reason he’s with her."

They both giggled, sending a smug glance your way. And that was it. They had just dropped a match over a pool of gasoline. Your grip on your glass tightened as you slowly turned in your seat.

You tilted your head, giving her a slow, dangerous smile. "I’m sorry, I was too busy daydreaming about ripping out your crappy extensions. What did you just say?"

The first woman leaned back, tossing her hair over her shoulder with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "You heard me. Come on, it’s Voight. Everyone knows the guy bends the rules. I’m just saying, must be nice to have all your messes cleaned up for you. I’m sure you find ways to thank him for that."

Your vision blurred red. "You don’t know a damn thing about him or me."

"Oh please," she scoffed, "Everyone knows he gets his hands dirty, and you just smile and reap the benefits. Well… we also know you do a little more than just smile."

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you slammed your drink down and stood up.

"Say that again. I dare you."

The woman blinked at your challenge, clearly not expecting you to bite back so directly. Her lips curled into a smug grin as she leaned forward, her eyes locked on yours.

"I said," she began slowly, "everyone knows you’re just Voight’s little sidepiece, riding his coattails. And when things get messy—" she paused, glancing at her friends, who were snickering like schoolgirls, before her eyes found yours again, "—he cleans it all up. But we all know you do more than just sit pretty. Bet he’s got you on your knees thanking him every time."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the blood rushing to your ears as the last bit of your restraint snapped. You could practically see yourself launching at her, your hands in her fake blonde hair, dragging her off her stool.

Behind the bar, Gabby had moved out of sight, her phone pressed to her ear as she muttered something, "Hey, it’s me," Gabby said quietly. "Let Voight know his girl’s about to take someone’s head off."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Your fists clenched so hard your knuckles turned white. The woman raised an eyebrow, as if daring you to do something. "Oh, what? You gonna hit me?" she mocked, getting more giggles from her friends who maybe had one braincell between them.

You didn’t even think twice as your fist flew forward, landing squarely on her jaw. The shock in her eyes was priceless, but it was quickly replaced by a furious scowl as she stumbled back into her seat.

"Whoa, Y/N!" Gabby shouted, starting to rush around the bar, but you were already past the point of no return.

The woman recovered quickly, lunging at you with a wild swing. You ducked, avoiding the slap by inches, and shoved her back, sending her crashing into the table behind her. Her friends were still laughing, egging her on, which only fueled your anger more. You were ready to go at it again, fists clenched and teeth gritted.

And then you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, lifting you effortlessly off your feet. Before you could even register what was happening, you were hoisted up and over someone's shoulder effortlessly.

"Alright, slugger, that’s enough for tonight." A deep, familiar voice told you.

You blinked down and found yourself looking at the back of Hank Voight’s leather jacket as he carried you toward the door, his grip firm but gentle.

"Put me down, Hank!" you growled. He just chuckled as you squirmed slightly in his grip, "Hank, come on, let me at her just for a second," you pleaded, your eyes narrowing back toward the bar.

Once you were outside, he put you down on your feet. Hank shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You already gave her a taste,"

“But,” you said, gesturing back to the bar, intending to plead your case as to why he should let you back in there to smack the taste out that bitch’s mouth.

Hank grabbed your hand, placing a soft kiss to the back of it before leading you towards his car, “No buts,”

You sighed, knowing full well he wasn’t going to let you go back, so you just snuggled into him as you walked. Your right arm moving to hug his, your chin resting on his smooth leather covered shoulder.

“I’ve still got some paperwork to do, can I trust you not to start a fight with Rusek?”

You smirked, leaning in closer to kiss the skin just below his ear, “I don’t know, maybe you’ll have to handcuff me,”

“Don’t tempt me, beautiful,”

[oklahomapeach]

You and Luca had been married for five years, him now on SWAT and you as Cortez’s second in command, the two of you decided to keep quiet. You and Luca both decided it was better that the two of you didn’t say anything.

Every day since, Luca tried to pick you up. You always headed into the office about ten minutes before Luca, trying to keep the talk to a minimum.

“Good morning Missus Luca.” He winks, sitting on the corner of your desk. Your eyes bulge at him, giving him a laugh.

“Excuse me?” You cough, your eyes meeting a few surrounding women and men.

“That’s what I call you in my dreams.” He taps his boot against your desk.

“Jesus Christ. Is that right? You have weird fantasies about me?” You challenge, a laugh twinkling in your eyes.

“Oh yeah. You, me, my hand around your throat. Oh yeah, I have weird fantasies.” He raises a brow to you, eyes dropping to your lap before drinking you in before he shoves off your desk and heads to the SWAT room, leaving you sitting there, grinning stupidly to yourself.

“Girl, he’s going crazy over you, why don’t you indulge a little?” Jessica from the next desk over asks, spinning in a circle and pushing her chair to your desk.

“Dominique Luca? Oh no.” She groans, rolling her eyes. You weren’t giving into him. Not here.

“Yes my queen? You rang?” Dominique’s head peeking around the corner, a stupid grin on his face.

“Go do your job Luca!” You shout from your desk.

“Only for you Missus Luca!” He calls as he saunters away.

“Girl. He’s kinky though!” Jessica crows quietly, eyes twinkling with lust.

“Girl, go ahead. I’m not into being choked out. If I wanted that I’d go to the mats.” You bark, shaking your head and scampering off to Cortez’s office. “Good morning, hey I have a lead on that weapons case we reopened when that Russian mob came back. I have an address where the next gun buy is taking place.” You drop the case file onto her desk, heading out the door only to be stopped.

“Why don’t you and Luca just get married already? He clearly likes you, and you clearly hold a candle for that big goof ball. I see the way you look at him.” She smiles, causing you to smile.

“No. With all do respect, I like to keep work and sex separated. I don’t want to compromise a good officer because he bangs me on the weekends.” The dig came out of left field, and you look up eyes wide.

“I understand completely.” She smiles, giving you a chuckle.

“Thank you.” You nod before heading out, only to walk directly into Luca’s chest. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” You babble, but you immediately shut up when your eyes meet Luca’s. “Never mind. Not sorry.” You bark, rolling your eyes and stepping passed him.

“Oh come on, darlin’. Just one date. You won’t regret it.” He begs, spinning you around and kissing your hand. You soaked in Luca’s silly ideas and crazy pick up lines.

“No, no way.” You roll your eyes as the aw’s and the coos echo around you two.

“Oh come on! I’ve seen you practically naked though!” He calls, eyeing you to see what you’ll do next.

“Dominique Luca, you showed up naked at my front door with coffee at five-thirty AM.” There is was, he award-winning performance.

“You said the coffee wasn’t gettin’ it for ya, figured I might.” He winks watching as you blush and disappear to your desk.

“Girl! He showed up NAKED?” Jessica gawks, eyes swallowing Luca whole.

“Oh quit trying to imagine it. It was horrifying.” You laugh, taking a drink from your coffee cup.

“That’s not what you said when I was there last night!” He calls, the smile disappearing from your face.

“Officer Luca, can I speak with you in my office please?” Cortez asks, eyes dark. His face pales as he steps into her office. “Officer Luca, you and I know you are married to her. But no one else in this building knows except you two, me, and Hondo. I intend to keep it that way, but that comment will raise questions. You know that, right? You or her would have to step down from your position if you got caught.” She assures, patting the desk.

“Yeah, I know. That last one slipped out. I didn’t mean it. You got that paperwork for me to sign?” He asks, grabbing the file from her hand and disappearing. He drops the file on your desk. “I need you to sign off on this case. Cortez sent me to you.” He grumbles, watching you scribble your signature on that paper without reading it. Ducking back into Cortez’s office, he hands her the paperwork, filing them as an on-duty couple, as long as neither of them have to resign.

“You gonna tell her?” She asks.

“Oh I’m gonna tell her, alright.” He grins ear to ear before heading out to the squad room. Propping himself against your desk, you glance up at him or a second before returning to your work.

“Officer Luca, remove yourself from my desk.” You bark, no longer laughing.

“I’m sorry, Lena. I didn’t mean to say that.” He hushes, dropping a small ring onto your desk discreetly before heading into the SWAT room.

“So tell me, what you doin’ after work?” Luca’s back on his game, propped against your desk, flowers in hand.

“Dominique Luca, remove yourself from my desk. I don’t wanna file a harassment report, but this is ridiculous.” You seethe, glaring at him. He could tell you were serious. The look on his face said it all, you’d hurt his feelings for sure. “Dominique, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You’ll find a girl. I just know you will.” You assure, his eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah you, baby. I married you five years ago, because I wanted someone who loved their job the way I loved mine. Baby, I won’t stop hitting on you, not ever. I’ll keep doing it until you get sick of me or we retire.” You clap a hand over his mouth, looking around to find everyone staring at you two.

“Dom, what the hell is going on?” You hiss, your eyes still finding shocked faces.

“That paper you signed a little while ago. It’s our legal work marriage thing. I can’t believe I didn’t do it sooner, babe. I’m sorry. I just, I thought if I signed any sooner, you’d quit blushing at the pickup lines. Your sweet face is the reason I come back everyday. I love you, you nutty bat. And also, you loved when I showed up naked.” He winks, hugging you tightly to his chest.

“You’re right. Jesus, Dom. You did that? For us?”

“They’ve been married for five years?” Street asks out loud.

“Yes!” They both bark, giving each other a laugh.

“I love you, you silly Dom.” You laugh, letting him press kisses to your cheeks and nose.

“I love you too sweet girl.” He assures.

[oklahomapeach]

Tinted desires

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warnings: smut!, minors dni! p in v (wrap it up), creampie, fingering, powerdynamics (boss-employee), secret relationship, dirty language and lmk if i forgot something

Summary: After catching the unsub, you and Hotch linger in the SUV, unable to wait until you get home. The tension between you is undeniable, and seeing him look so irresistible in his FBI gear pushes you over the edge.

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The night had settled in, casting a calm darkness over the nearly empty street. The black SUV idled in its space, the faint hum of the engine the only sound as you sat beside Hotchner. The mission was over, the unsub caught and the team safe, but the tension still hummed between you and Hotch, not the adrenaline-fueled kind from the chase, but the kind that had been growing quietly between you two for months now.

You shifted in your seat, glancing over at him. His hands were still wrapped around the steering wheel, knuckles white from the pressure, and his gaze was fixed out the front windshield. There was always this quiet storm in him after a case. The weight of leadership bore down on him, and the lines on his face deepened, his thoughts somewhere far away.

But tonight, the air between you felt different, thicker. The silence, which was usually companionable, now felt charged. You swallowed, your heart thudding in your chest, knowing exactly why.

He was always so good at keeping the mask on, at hiding what he truly felt behind those dark, unreadable eyes. But you had learned to see through it, to catch the brief flickers of vulnerability he allowed himself only around you. There were fleeting moments when he would let his guard down, glances that lasted too long, touches that lingered too intimately. You had become experts at hiding your relationship from the team, from the world. But sometimes, in the quiet, the secrecy grew too heavy to bear.

You shifted slightly in the passenger seat, leaning toward him. You couldn’t help it, you were drawn to him. The way his hand rested on the center console, so close to yours but never quite touching, was almost unbearable

“Aaron,” you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper, breaking the silence between you.

He turned to you, his dark eyes locking with yours,. “We can’t,” he said, his voice low, gravelly, but his eyes betrayed him. There was heat there, a hunger he was trying so hard to suppress, but you could see it in the way his gaze lingered on your lips.

You glanced out the window, noticing the darkness and the heavily tinted glass. No one could see in. You turned back to him, your breath catching in your throat as you felt the weight of the moment, the unspoken desire hanging in the air between you.

“No one will see us,” you whispered, your hand brushing lightly against his on the console.

His eyes darkened, his breath hitching slightly as your fingers curled around his hand. His resolve was cracking, you could feel it, and it only fueled your desire. You could feel the heat of his body, the tension in the way he was holding himself, so tightly wound, like he was trying to stop himself from losing control.

His hand hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved, turning over to grasp yours. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of heat through you. His touch was firm, but tentative, as if he were still fighting with himself.

“We shouldn’t,” he repeated, but his voice was shakier now, his control slipping. His thumb brushed across your knuckles, the soft motion at odds with the tension in his body.

You shifted closer, your breath catching as his fingers traced along the edge of your thigh, so close to where you wanted him. The air felt too thick to breathe, your skin too sensitive, the anticipation building with every second.

“Aaron, please,” you whispered, your voice breathless, need edging into your words.

You saw it then, the moment he broke. His hand slid higher, his fingers brushing the inside of your thigh now, the heat of his touch almost unbearable. His eyes stayed on yours, dark and intense, as he moved his hand closer, his fingers grazing the edge of your underwear through your pants. You let out a soft gasp, your hips shifting toward him instinctively.

His jaw clenched, and his hand paused, as if he were giving himself one last moment to stop, to pull away. But when your hand moved to his, guiding him, his resolve shattered completely.

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, sliding over the soft fabric of your underwear, and you could feel him hesitate for just a second. His breath was shallow, his eyes locked on yours, watching for any sign of hesitation. But there was none.

“Aaron…” you breathed out, barely able to keep your voice steady.

His hand moved lower, pressing lightly between your legs, feeling the heat and wetness that had already begun pooling there. He let out a low, guttural sound, his breathing growing ragged as he realized how much you wanted this, how much you needed him.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice low and strained, as if the words themselves were almost too much for him to say.

You whimpered softly, your hips pressing into his hand as he applied more pressure, his fingers exploring the slick heat between your thighs. His touch was slow, deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second of this moment, despite how much he was clearly struggling to maintain control.

His fingers slid beneath the fabric of your underwear, finally touching you where you ached for him. You gasped at the contact, your body trembling under his touch as his fingers slowly slid through your wetness, exploring every inch of you.

“Aaron, please…” you whimpered again, your hands gripping the edge of the seat as he continued to tease you, his fingers moving with excruciating slowness.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck, his fingers sliding deeper now, fingering you with deliberate precision. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, trying to maintain control even as his own arousal grew. You could see it too, the hardness of him pressing against his pants, and it only made you want him more.

His thumb found your clit, pressing against it in slow, firm circles that had you gasping and squirming beneath his touch. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he expertly worked you over, his fingers sliding in and out of you, his thumb never leaving that sensitive spot.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling with the need for release, but still, he took his time, drawing it out, making you beg for it.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “But we have to be quiet. Can you do that?”

You nodded frantically, biting your lip to keep from crying out as his fingers pressed deeper, harder, the pleasure building to a breaking point.

And then, with one final stroke, your body clenched around his fingers, the wave of release crashing over you. You bit down on your lip, your breath hitching as you came undone beneath his hand, your body trembling in the aftermath.

He didn’t stop, his fingers still moving gently inside you, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were left trembling, breathless, your body slumping back against the seat.

He finally withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with your arousal as he pulled back slightly, his breathing just as unsteady as yours.

The tension between you and Aaron was now a living, breathing thing in the confined space of the SUV. After he pulled his hand away from your throbbing core, the heat between you still burned, almost unbearable in its intensity. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and clouded with desire, and you could see he was still trying to hold onto the last remnants of his control.

But you were done with waiting.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Aaron whispered, his voice low, gravelly, and full of the heat that had been simmering beneath the surface. His hand rested on your thigh, fingers brushing over your skin like a promise, as his dark eyes flickered with that familiar intensity.

You smirked at him, leaning in closer, your lips just a breath away from his. “I can be even naughtier,” you teased, your voice dripping with challenge.

“Oh yes?” His mouth curled into a small, knowing smirk, the kind that made your pulse race even faster.

Without breaking eye contact, you shifted in your seat, a slow, deliberate movement, and climbed over the console. You straddled his lap, your legs wrapping around his, and the feel of his hard body beneath yours sent a shiver through you. His hands immediately gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, as if he were still trying to maintain some semblance of control. But the bulge pressing against your core told a different story.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice a low growl as you leaned in, your lips grazing his ear.

“Making you feel so good,” you whispered, your breath hot against his skin. You felt him tense beneath you, his hands tightening their grip on your waist as a low groan escaped his lips. The sound sent a thrill through you, knowing you had him exactly where you wanted him.

With your fingers deftly working, you began unbuckling his belt, your movements slow and deliberate, teasing him, making sure he felt every second of it. His breathing grew heavier, his eyes never leaving yours, watching as you took control.

His hands slid down to your hips, and with a firm press, he pushed the seat back, giving you more room. His hands remained on your waist, gripping you tightly as if he needed to anchor himself to something. His eyes darkened as you moved against him, the friction sending sparks through your body.

You had already shed your pants in the heat of the moment, and now, with a single motion, you pulled his belt free, tossing it aside. His hips shifted beneath you as you reached for the zipper of his pants, your fingers brushing against the hard length of him through the fabric. His breath hitched at the contact, a low groan escaping his throat.

He was still wearing his FBI vest, the dark material straining against his broad chest, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on it. Something about seeing him like this, so in control yet completely unraveling under your touch, made your desire for him burn even hotter.

“Do you want me to take it off?” he asked, his voice a little rougher now, his hands sliding up your sides, brushing over the hem of your shirt.

You shook your head slowly, your lips curling into a smile as you met his gaze. “No. It does something to me.”

His laughter was low, a deep rumble in his chest that you felt beneath your palms. “You like this, huh?” he teased, his smirk widening as his hands found your hips again, guiding you over him.

“You have no idea,” you breathed, your body moving against him, feeling the heat and hardness of him beneath you, barely contained by the fabric separating you.

His control was slipping, you could feel it in the way his hands roamed your body, the way his breathing grew more ragged. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your neck, and his voice, low and thick with desire, made you shiver. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I like danger,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved your hips against him, grinding against the hard length of him through his pants.

His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you harder against him, and his head fell back against the seat as he let out another low groan, the sound sending a rush of heat straight through you.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice rough as his hands slid down. His touch sent a jolt through you, your body trembling as his fingers brushed over your slick heat again.

“Maybe,” you teased, your hands working on unbuttoning his pants now, sliding the zipper down slowly. “But what a way to go.”

Aaron groaned again, his hands gripping your hips tighter as you finally freed him from his pants, your hand wrapping around the hard length of him. His eyes fluttered closed, and for a moment, all you could hear was the sound of your breathing, heavy and uneven, the heat between you almost unbearable.

“Are you ready for this?” you whispered, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth, teasing him with the barest touch of your lips.

His eyes opened, dark and full of need as they locked on yours. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Always.”

And with that, you lowered yourself onto him, the feeling of him stretching you filling every inch of you, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through your body. His grip on your hips was firm, guiding you as you moved, his breath ragged and hot against your neck.

The SUV felt impossibly small as you moved together, the heat and intensity of the moment swallowing everything else around you. There was only him, his hands on your body, his breath in your ear, and the sound of his groans as you took him deeper, faster, until neither of you could hold back any longer.

“Aaron,” you gasped, your body trembling with the intensity of it all, the pleasure overwhelming as you rode him, feeling the tension building between you, the coil tightening with every movement.

He gripped you harder, pulling you down onto him, his own breath hitching as he buried his face in your neck. “God, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself together.

Aaron's voice was rough and full of raw desire as he looked at you, his grip tightening on your hips. “Fuck, you’re so filthy,” he growled, his tone low and commanding. “Fucking your boss in an FBI car. I want to hear you beg me to come inside you, beg for it baby.”

The filthy edge to his words sent a shiver down your spine, making you groan in response. Your hands gripped his shoulders as the heat of the moment intensified, every nerve in your body on fire. “God, I do love that,” you gasped breathlessly, your voice shaking with need. “Please, Aaron, please come inside me. I need it, I need you…”

Your desperate plea made him groan, and the sound of your voice begging for him only drove him closer to the edge.

And then, with one final movement, the tension snapped, your body exploding with pleasure as you came, trembling and gasping against him. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you harder against him as he followed, his own release crashing over him in a wave that left both of you breathless.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath of pleasure. His hands stayed on your waist, his breath hot and ragged against your skin, and you couldn’t help but smile as you felt the last remnants of tension slowly fade away.

Finally, you pulled back slightly, your forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath. Aaron’s hands slid up your back, his touch gentle now, a stark contrast to the intensity of just moments ago.

“You’re something else,” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

You grinned, still breathless, your heart pounding in your chest as you looked into his dark, satisfied eyes. “And you love it.”

He chuckled, low and soft, his hands tightening around your waist as he pulled you close again. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice filled with both affection and a lingering hunger. “I really do.”

Just as the heat between you and Aaron cooled off, the unthinkable happened, a sharp knock echoed through the SUV. Both of you froze, your breath still heavy, bodies tangled in the haze of lust and passion.

You quickly turned your head toward the window, your heart racing, only to see a familiar silhouette standing outside the car. It was Morgan. He leaned down, squinting through the heavily tinted windows, clearly trying to make out who was inside.

"Hey!" he called out, knocking on the window again, a curious lilt in his voice. "Who’s in the FBI car? I saw the lights on from outside the building."

Your eyes widened in panic, and you turned to Aaron, who looked as composed as ever, though you could see the flicker of frustration in his dark gaze. His hand was still gripping your waist, and your bodies were still connected. You had no time to move, no chance to hide what had just happened.

Aaron’s jaw clenched, and he leaned in close, whispering against your ear. "Stay quiet," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "I’ll handle it."

With a quick but careful motion, he pulled you tighter against him, adjusting his suit jacket to shield the evidence of what had just transpired. He tapped a button on the door to roll the window down just a crack, keeping the inside of the car dark enough to hide you.

"Morgan," Aaron said, his voice as steady and authoritative as ever. "What are you doing out here this late?"

Morgan tilted his head, still trying to peer inside. "Hotch? What are you doing in the car with the lights on? I thought everyone had cleared out for the night."

You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears, your body still trembling from the intensity of the moment. You pressed yourself deeper into Aaron’s chest, trying to stay as still as possible, your heart racing as you waited for Morgan to give up and walk away.

But Morgan, ever the curious one, didn’t seem satisfied with Aaron’s calm demeanor. "Everything okay in there, man? You sure you’re not hiding something?"

Aaron gave him a sharp, knowing look. "Just wrapping up some paperwork. You can head home, Morgan."

For a moment, there was silence as Morgan seemed to process the situation. Then, with a skeptical shrug, he stepped back from the car. "Alright, Hotch. If you say so. But next time, don’t leave the lights on, you’re wasting company resources."

Aaron waited until Morgan had turned and walked back toward the office building before he let out a breath, his fingers still gripping your waist possessively.

“That was close,” you whispered, your voice shaky but laced with amusement.

Aaron smirked, his lips brushing your ear. “Too close.

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