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Always

Prompt 37: putting their head on the other’s chest

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader (Mentions of children) 

Warnings: Mentions of surgery 

You’ve just gotten the little kids down for their nap, and Jack is in the middle of trying to finish a puzzle when you get your first moment of the day to yourself. You ruffle Jack’s hair and he shoots you a smile as you collapse on the couch behind him. You enjoy the quiet and simply watch your oldest figure out the different pieces of the puzzle. 

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Badass Wife

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 3,297 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch, Daddy kink, Dom/sub, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex, Rough sex, 69, Come eating/sharing, Oral sex, Fingering, Subspace, Aftercare, Semi-public sex Summary: Just some kinky Dad Bod Hotch 🤤 Continuation of "Trophy Husband" *Requested by anon.

Link to AO3 or read more below! “Is that my beautiful wife I hear?” Aaron calls from upstairs as you enter the foyer. You hang up your jacket, set your bag on the bench by the door, kick off your shoes, and head up the stairs.

“It’s me, where are you?” you call, and he sticks his head out of the home office with a grin you just have to kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he hums against your lips, deepens the kiss so you break apart feeling hungry. “Hello, handsome.”

“Hello, gorgeous. Remind me again how you were able to get the afternoon off?”

“I told them I had an appointment,” you say with an innocent shrug. “I didn’t specify that it was a dick appointment; do you think I should have?” Aaron laughs, something full and lovely, and you can’t help but smile. You love when you’re able to make him laugh; that feeling is second only to loving when you’re able to get him hard without so much as a touch.

“No, probably not. We’ll just keep that as our little secret,” he whispers in your ear, and you shiver instantly. “Daddy has plans for you. Do you want to hear them?” You swallow, nod your head. “I thought you might. Everything we do we’re going to do on that couch right there.” He nods to the small gray sofa in the office, which you’ve had many orgasms on throughout its time there.

Even after being married for more than a decade, your hottest fantasies are still the ones where Aaron is your boss and you do dirty, naughty things in his office—even becoming the unit chief yourself, the highest position you’ve ever held, doesn’t stop you from wanting to be his needy little subordinate, a desperate slut who would do anything to please her superior.

“First, I want you to lay on top of me with your pretty pussy in my face. You’ll suck on my cock for as long as you can, but I know you get distracted easily, baby; you’re just a horny mess when daddy eats your pussy, aren’t you?” He slides his hand between your legs, over the thin fabric of your usual black dress pants, and you squirm in his embrace, whine a little.

“Yes, daddy. I try my best, but I get too distracted by your mouth, so you just let me lay there and feel good.”

“That’s right, baby. You know I like to take care of you.” You nod, because that’s something you both love, and he moves to unbutton your pants, to untuck your white button up and slowly open it, his thick fingers purposefully avoiding your skin. “Maybe this time you can kiss my stomach, since you liked that so much last week. You liked kissing my stomach so much that you made a mess on daddy’s thigh, didn’t you baby?”

You close your eyes, reliving that night of super hot sex and again feeling a little embarrassed at that fact that you’d rubbed off against his leg. He loved it, though, has brought it up more than once since then, so it makes sense that it would be part of his fantasy now.

“Yes, daddy, I was messy, but I love your stomach; I want to kiss it again.” He gets your top off, unhooks your bra, and kisses a wet trail from your neck to your lower belly as he crouches to take off your pants.

“Good girl. I’m going to let you. Then, when you’re nice and wet for me, I’m going put you over the arm of the couch and fuck you while you beg for more. You’ll beg to come again, baby, because you’re so needy when you’re on daddy’s cock, and if you’re good, I’ll let you. If you’re bad, I’ll fill up your pussy and not let you come at all.”

“I’ll be good, daddy; I’ll be so good for you.” He smiles up at you from his position in front of you, and even though he’s on his knees, he has all the power, as always. He knows it, too, looks a little smug.

“Oh, I know you will, sweetheart. You always are.” He slides your panties down, leans up to take one soft, teasing taste between your legs that makes you sigh, and then he makes a noise of contemplation, leans back. “Actually, we’re going to change that up a little. I want to fuck you first. Do you want to know why?”

“Why daddy?” He started getting you off first during sex back when you started dating, because having an orgasm under your belt made things easier, a little smoother when it came time for penetration; it’s not a requirement, but something you’re both used to, so you’re curious why he’s switching it up now, though you know the reason must be good.

“Because I’m not coming inside you, I’m coming on my stomach so you can clean it up. You’ll like licking daddy’s come off his stomach, won’t you, good girl?” You take a rough breath, lightly nibble your bottom lip. There’s a reason this man has ruined you for all other men—many, many reasons, really, but this one’s up there.

“Oh, yes, daddy, I’ll really like that.” He rises to his feet, fully dressed where you’re bare naked, and you work quickly to get his pants off, his underwear down while he shrugs out of his t-shirt. “I’m ready, I’m really ready,” you say, which means let’s forget the foreplay and get straight down to business. Aaron smirks, because you both love foreplay, but sometimes one or both of you are too fucking horny for it, and he probably knew that talking about you licking him clean would get you there.

“Oh, you are, baby? You think you can handle daddy’s big cock already?” He gets his hands around your waist and you know what he wants; you jump into his arms and kiss, hot and steamy and sensual, scraping your neatly trimmed nails across his back. “Okay, let’s see, sweetheart. Be good for me.”

You’re used to being bent over the arm of the couch, either for spanking or oral or to be fucked—it’s a thick arm, comfy, short, which is probably the reason Aaron chose it in the first place. He always buys new furniture with sex in mind, which is easily in the top ten hottest things about him.

Today is different, though, because he doesn’t bend you over; he walks both of you over to the sofa and eases your body against the cushions, in the corner. Your head and shoulders are on the couch and your ass is up on the arm, your legs in the air. Your Aaron—always innovative. He wraps both hands around one of your thighs and pushes into you; it’s a little bit of a stretch, since you didn’t prepare, but nothing you haven’t worked through before.

“Good girl,” he praises, and you tip your head back, moan, as he starts pounding his cock inside you, his grip tightening on your thigh. You press one of your hands against the couch for leverage, bring the other to rub at your pussy, and stare up at him as he fucks you, breathing hard, his belly shaking a little with each hard thrust against you. Your tits are bouncing too, and your moans grow louder, longer; he’s giving it to you so good, just like always, and you feel slutty in this position, sexy, as he uses your body.

“Oh, daddy, yes, daddy,” you breathe, rubbing over your pussy, spreading your wetness around the hard shaft of his cock. He groans at your touch, fucks harder, and it feels like he brings you off in no time, calling his name and clamping tight around him. When it’s over, you sink against the sofa, closing your eyes and catching your breath. His big hands move to your tits, squeezing them roughly, earning a ragged whimper, and then he lifts you up, holds you in his arms, whispers how good you did, how beautiful you are.

“Time for the rest,” he says after a minute or two, and he sets you on your feet, lays back on the sofa, and helps you climb on top of him. He pulls your soaked pussy close to his face, spreads your ass with his hands and licks at you where you’re sensitive; you jolt forward, which puts his cock in your face, and you hum, wrap your hand around it, and start to suck. “Mmm, fuck, baby,” he says, making wet sounds as he mouths at your lips, and you take him deep, hollow your cheeks, and suck hard at a medium pace. If you were trying to get him off quickly, you’d go for fast and shallow, but he likes when you draw it out as much as you can most of the time.

Moaning around his cock is always a great way to get him to eat you a little sloppier when you’re in this position, and you like sloppy, like the way you feel when your wet sounds echo in the room. You both work to get each other off this way for a few minutes, but eventually you’re too close again, and you’re hazy, unfocused, your mouth and hand moving at a lazy, irregular pace.

Aaron groans, and you’re sure your mouth is wetter around him, so it probably feels awesome even if it’s not moving exactly the way he’d like. He moves one hand off of your ass, slides it up between your bodies, and encourages you to lift off of him; you do, sitting up a little, hands pressed to his thighs, and he wraps his hand around his cock and jerks it, which is so sexy and you love to see it, can’t stop watching him.

“Mmm, come daddy, come on your belly for me daddy, please, daddy,” you ramble, fuzzy and eager to come and to lick his come and do whatever he asks you to. “Hungry, let me.” That does it, and he climaxes, thighs tensing beneath your hands. He comes in hot spurts all over his stomach, dripping into his belly button, clinging to the trail of hair, and you lean forward like the greedy slut you are, swiping your tongue over him, dipping it inside his belly button to scoop it into your mouth.

You’re moaning like a whore, licking and kissing his stomach, his salty, tangy come on your lips and your cheek, and he leans up, pulls you toward him, his eyes dark and hard and sexy. He grabs your chin hard, makes you whine, and you meet in the middle for a kiss; it’s wet and messy, his come makes its way from your mouth to his, and his tongue tastes like you, and you want to get off again so bad your pussy aches with need.

“Oh please oh please,” you beg against his lips, and he moves you so you’re laying along his body again, your head between his legs. He presses his fingers inside you, two and then three, pumping them in quick and deep until you’re coming all over them, hands on his thighs, wailing and trembling in his grasp. He licks you up, licks you clean, and pulls you close for another dirty kiss, your come in your mouth this time. It’s only fair.

You’re like dead weight on top of him, fucked-out and barely functional, and he lifts you off, pulls you into his arms, and takes you to your master bathroom so he can draw you both a bath while you curl into warm, happy subspace. You sink into hot, foamy water, your back against his chest, and he kisses your neck, murmurs his love and admiration, holds you close until finally drift back to him.

“Love you,” you murmur, and he turns your face toward his for a soft, sweet kiss.

“Love you, sweetheart. Perfect girl.”

When you’re done soaking, you rinse off, dry off, and slip into one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers; he pulls on boxers only, and you follow him downstairs for some lunch, can’t help the way your eyes roam over his bare torso while he moves about the kitchen. Somehow—you’re really not sure how—you ended up with the hottest husband in the universe, and you prop your elbow up on the counter, rest your chin in your hand, and marvel over how wonderful life has become. A few days later, you’re sitting in your office waiting for your 1:00 appointment, which Anderson had scheduled for you without explaining in the slightest, when you hear Derek say, “Hey, man!” You walk to your doorway and see Aaron and Derek shaking hands down in the bullpen. Aaron is looking extremely delicious in a criminally tight polo and khakis—he must have gone golfing before coming over, one of the many perks of retirement—and you’re suddenly feeling ravenous.

You absently wonder if you can move your appointment, and then you put two and two together and grin.

“If you’re my 1:00, you’re early,” you call down, arms crossed in front of you, and he turns to look at you in such a way that you can practically feel your panties disintegrate. He manages to shoot you a private look that lets you know you’re in for something special, then schools his expression to something fit for public consumption within the same second.

“Maybe I missed you.”

“Maybe you missed Derek,” you tease, and your phone rings, so you head back to your desk. It’s a sheriff in Alabama, someone who heard from someone else about the BAU and is practically demanding that your team comes down to help with a case.

You’re in the middle of politely standing your ground when Aaron slips into your office, shuts and locks the door behind him. You’re a little angry at the douchebag on the phone, so you’re hot already, but he gives you a look that only makes you hotter.

“I appreciate the circumstances, sheriff, believe me, but we can’t consult on every single homicide case your department faces. There are requirements that need to be met.”

Aaron walks around your desk with purposeful strides, and you look up at him, ready to roll your eyes in regards to the conversation, but… he gets on his knees, turns you and your chair to the side, and then sticks his hands up your dress and yanks your panties down. Your free hand grabs the armrest, and it’s all you can do not to gasp out loud.

He grins, the bastard, and then mouths payback.

Okay, that’s fair. You’ve sucked him off in this office at inconvenient times more often than you can count.

He guides your ass to the edge of the seat, lifts your legs to hook them over his shoulders, and puts his head under your skirt.

“Uh huh, absolutely,” you breathe into the receiver. “I’m not trying to downplay what your community is going through at all; it’s very unfortunate.”

You do feel bad, but it’s hard to sound properly sympathetic when your husband has two fingers and his face buried in your pussy. He fucks them into you fast and smooth and you squeeze your eyes shut, take a deep breath.

“Maybe I can recommend your case to the organized crime unit at the—the Birmingham field office, if you think it's gang-related.” You tuck the phone between your ear and shoulder and reach down, fisting your hands into this hair, tugging roughly in retaliation. It doesn’t really count, you guess, when he enjoys it. “Yes, I have your number here. I’ll pass the information along and they’ll be in touch. Mmm—maybe, maybe they’ll be able to help. Okay, will do. Uh huh. Goodbye.” As soon as you hear the dial tone, you let the phone fall away and you arch your back, groan aloud, but not too loud. JJ’s office is next to yours now, and you’ll never hear the end of it if she hears any of it.

“Are you alright, baby?” Aaron asks, peeking out from beneath your skirt, his lips wet, and you close your eyes, lick your lips.

“Fuck you,” you mutter, no heat at all to your words, and he pulls his fingers out; your eyelids flutter open, and he sucks on his own fingers, licking you off of them. You groan again, and he smirks.

“If you insist.” He moves to stand, leans over you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, let him lift you into his strong arms. He holds you with one arm—one perfect arm—and pushes your paperwork to one side, then lays you back on the desk and pushes up your dress. He undoes his belt, unbuttons and unzips those fucking khakis, and then guides himself inside you; you groan together this time.

He plants his hands on either side of you, your thighs spread wide around his hips, and he fucks hard, holding you in place with his body. You wrap your hands around the edge of the desk and move against him, thighs jiggling against his, tits once again bouncing and barely confined by your dress.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck. Fuck me, daddy, harder, daddy,” you murmur, overheated and wet and desperate to come, and Aaron grunts, leans further forward and pounds inside you, quick and deep and frantic. “Just like that, just like that.”

“You might be the boss, but you’re not my boss,” he reminds you with a wink, and you sigh, reach up to touch his face.

“Baby, I’m absolutely the boss of you; everywhere but the bedroom.” He licks his lips, brings a hand up to squeeze your tits, and you move your hands to his waist, digging your fingers into that polo that fits his new body so well. “Mmm, gonna come all over your cock, daddy,” you say, looking up at him, and he grits his teeth, comes, which makes you want to come; a few more pumps of your hips against his and you do, loudly.

His hand comes up to cover your mouth, and you moan into it; when you’re appropriately silent, he moves it to your clit, still railing you like you didn’t just both get off five seconds ago, and after a couple of minutes your pussy can’t take it, and you come again, loud on purpose so his big hand will shut you up.

You curl together and kiss, wrapping your legs around his ass so he’ll stay inside you, sharing breath while you try to calm down; you sweep your hands over his arms and chest and sides, humming happily.

“Why did you make an appointment to come see me today?” you murmur, blissful and dopey, and he smiles, reaches behind you for your nameplate and rests it on your stomach.

“Because I realized we hadn’t christened this office since it became your office, and I felt it was long overdue.”

“Very long overdue,” you agree, and you cuddle until it’s time to get ready for your next meeting. You both clean up quickly and then Aaron walks you downstairs so you can hit the restroom before your next appointment. He kisses you soft and slow, tells you he loves you before he goes.

You meet your 2:00 in the lobby, walk them up to your office—which you’ve aired out, you think—and ask them to take a seat. When you walk around to your chair, you see your panties on the ground, panic internally for a moment, and then kick them under your desk with a heel and offer your visitor a perfectly normal smile. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal

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Bombing

Request : Hi I was wondering if I can request a hotch fic So I’m still on season 4 ep 6 I’m beginning lol but I thought about that one episode is season 3 with bombing in the car ??? But it happen to Y/N instead of hotch 

I had fun writing this one, thank you for the request and I hope you like it ❤️❤️

As you and your squad were splitting up in the face of a possible terrorist attack your boss Hotch caught your arm as you passed him.

“Y/N, can you go with Agent Joyner, I have something else I need to handle.” You nodded your head.

“Of course,” Before shifting gears and going after the agent in question. You caught up to her side at the elevator, “Hotch asked me to go with you, he said he had something he needed to deal with,” You explained and Kate nodded.

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sex with aaron in the middle of the night, just dragging him to the couch when he comes home

nsfw | mdni | aaron hotchner x reader | p in v, slight choking

it was late at night. about 1 in the morning. you should’ve been asleep by now, especially because you have work in seven hours. but when you had received a text from your boyfriend that he would be home tonight from a case, you just couldn’t help but stay up. you needed him desperately.

when you heard the jingling of keys and the click of the door unlocking, you looked up towards the door, immediately standing up. aaron walked in looking exhausted and stressed. he threw his briefcase on the floor next to the shoe rack before kicking off his dress shoes. you stood up, walking over to your boyfriend and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“well hello to you too,” he murmured softly against your lips, a small smile on his lips as he did so.

there wasn’t a lot of words spoken as you dragged aaron to the couch. kissing, touching, feeling up one another. one another’s clothes were scattered across the floor. and then aaron had you bent over across the couch, ass in the air with his cock buried inside of you. your face was buried in the cushions as he thrusted into you at a hard pace.

“fuck, you feel so good, princess,” aaron hissed, throwing his head back as he thrusted into you. it had been an excruciatingly long day and what better way to unwind than to be buried deep inside your pussy?

you whined in response, eyes closed as you met aaron’s thrusts with your own hip movements. “missed you so much today,” you moaned, licking your lips. “needed your cock so badly.”

aaron groaned, moving his hips harder. the harshness caused you to gasp and let out a loud, high-pitched moan. aaron moved his hand along your spine, until he met the back of your neck. his hand moved along your skin, moving to the front of your neck. he wrapped his hand around, applying a light pressure.

the cut off of oxygen while still being able to breath was euphoric along with the pleasure of aaron’s cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. the heat in your abdomen got bigger, causing you to moan louder. “i’m so close, aaron,” you whined, gripping the cushion beneath you.

“go ahead, sweetheart,” aaron groaned. “be a good girl and cum for me.”

and that was all it took for you to cum, thighs shaking as you moaned aaron’s name loudly. it didn’t take long for aaron to follow. his brutal pace plus the feeling of your walls clenching on his cock was enough for him to gasp and let out a choked moan as he came inside of you.

late night sex with aaron was always great. but it was even better when he had a long day. because he fucks you like you’re his toy and god, you loved being used.

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swat masterlist

✶ = smut/sexual themes.  ᰔ = author fav.  § = read warnings.

DOMINIQUE LUCA

✰ IMAGINES

subtle — luca isn’t exactly subtle about his growing affections towards you ꒰ ᰔ ꒱

late nights — luca comes home late one night, and just wants to cuddle up next to you

letters to you — luca never really had someone special to write his swat letter to

in sickness and health — behind every swat officer, is someone picking up the pieces and holding them together when they need it

something better — tensions have been tense since luca let street come to live with him and his girl, but he just won’t admit how he feels ꒰ ✶ ꒱

sweet on me — luca comes home injured and gets taken care of by his lover

redamancy — you grow tired of luca’s constant in and outs with girlfriends, especially when he always ends up on your couch. and it leads to some accidental los confessions

in your arms — first day off in days leading to some soft cuddles and love

marcid — the long shifts never bothered you before, or maybe that’s what you’re telling yourself when you wake up after falling asleep on luca’s lap in-between calls

under my fingertips — the police academy banquet is the perfect time to get back at luca for leaving you hanging this morning, don’t you think? ꒰ ✶ ꒱

replacement — you lose a necklace your grandma gifted you years ago; and luca goes out of his way to replace it for you ꒰ ᰔ ꒱

impulse — after a moment of dread, you sometimes will act on impulse; saying or doing things you may or may not regret later

high stakes — with the annual police verses fire department tournament just around the corner, you catch luca teeter on the edge of his stress

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

traveling home with lover

first date

morning routine

taking care of his drunk lover

surprising his lover at work

proposing to his lover

dating would include

dating hondo’s best friend

celebrating his lover’s birthday

nsfw alphabet ꒰ ✶ ꒱

JIM STREET

✰ IMAGINES

one thing right — after everything jim street has been through, there’s only one thing he seems to have gotten right ꒰ ᰔ ꒱

viridity — an outing with friends leads to something more with someone you have always loved. until someone comes to stir up trouble just because she can ꒰ ✶ ꒱

in moments like these — a small moment shared between you and jim in the shower

estrange — after returning from his long stint undercover, you aren’t sure if you’re ready to accept jim back with open arms

cold — you’ve come down with a cold, and jim steps in to take care of you 

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

nsfw alphabet ꒰ ✶ ꒱

CHRIS ALONSO

✰ IMAGINES

staying over — after chris walks away from her relationship with ty and kara, she needs a place to stay. her thumb hovers over your name before she places the call

sinking heart — chris’ drinking problems seemed to have come to a head. and you’re at a loss on what to do further

protection — in a search for something she had stuffed into your bag the previous night, she comes across something that she never expected to see

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

being affectionate

nsfw alphabet ꒰ ✶ ꒱

VICTOR TAN

✰ IMAGINES

home comforts — after the harrowing day of chasing down a druggie who seems to murder anyone who gets in his way and dealing with buck’s depression leading him to almost committing suicide, victor just needs to be at home with the one person he cares about ꒰ § ꒱

golden traditions — with a small gathering of people you love to celebrate your engagement, victor has one last surprise for you once the last guest leaves ꒰ ᰔ ꒱

late night showing — on one of victor’s rare nights off, he takes you to a late night showing of a movie you had been raving about wanting to see almost all week

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

nsfw alphabet ꒰ ✶ ꒱

DEACON KAY

✰ IMAGINES

never again — recon in a warehouse goes sideways and deacon is now your only chance of getting out alive ꒰ § ꒱

poison — the relationship that you had worked to keep secret from your brother is put to the test when you get poisoned trying to protect a high-profile journalist ꒰ ᰔ § ꒱

discharge — deacon struggles with his newfound method of getting help, but never imagined getting help from someone so close to him ꒰ § ꒱

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

nsfw alphabet ꒰ ✶ ꒱

HONDO HARRELSON

✰ IMAGINES

the words you said — hondo’s mouth and the words that come out it in times of anger were always his downfall. now, here’s to hoping he can mend the bridge he burnt

staying up — you always have the habit of staying up, but hondo always takes care of you

apology — after you walk out during an argument, you realize just how stupid the whole conversation was and go back to make things up with your partner

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

nsfw alphabet ꒰ ✶ ꒱

DONOVAN ROCKER

✰ IMAGINES

pain in my side — missions go wrong, and when they do, donovan is quick to remind you where you are needed

how it all began — donovan happens to cause an accident, not realizing that you are now overseeing a few missions within the swat headquarters. which is the starting point of your relationship and how it all began

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

nsfw alphabet ꒰ ✶ ꒱

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No More Hiding

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Warning/s: shooting

Word Count: 909

Request:  Hey, could I have a Hank Voight imagine where he’s having a secret relationship with a doctor from Med. Thanks!

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Hey I’m gonna try again then, can I request a hank Voight x reader with reader getting hurt, and Voight expressing his feelings for her in front of the whole team for the first time? Love from a regular reader of your imagines, keep up the good work ❤️

The worst time to have a serious conversation about the nature of your relationship was when you were nearing the end of a very long double shift. 

A bus crash had left you barely able to breath in the ED, your argument with Hank being pushed to the very back of your mind until your phone went off, right when you’d finally gotten a moment’s peace. 

No one could blame you for being a little snappy, you were too tired and hungry to sugar coat your feelings. Your boyfriend wanted to keep your relationship a secret from the world, from everyone you knew, and you didn’t want to rehash that right now.

“Hey, heard you had a bit of a tough day at Med, you okay?” He asked, genuinely concerned. You pulled your bun out and ran your hands through your hair, ready for the day to be over.

“Nothing we couldn’t handle,” you replied shortly, not really in the mood to talk to him at the moment. 

“You want me to come over later? Talk?” He tried again, ever determined. 

You sighed wearily, “I think I’m just going to go straight to bed, it’s been a long day.” You’d wanted to say yes, but the last thing you needed today was another fight.

“Is this about yesterday? Y/N-” Hank began, but you cut him off before he could say more.

“Not now Hank, please, I just- I need some space at the moment, I need to figure some things out,” you admitted, drumming your fingers against your leg as you spoke.

“Are you sure?” He doublechecked, the unmistakable sound of hurt in his voice.

You took a breath, “I’m sure.” 

Sure, on some level you understood, he didn’t think his private life was anyone else’s business and he wanted to protect you from his enemies, but at the same time… you loved him, you were all in, and everything he stepped away from you in public and insisted on staying in for date night, you felt like he didn’t really feel the same way.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, but you knew he was still there. 

“Y/N-” A scream cut him off, your head snapping to the door of the doctors lounge. People were milling around, calling out to each other, something was going on. “Y/N?”

“I have to go,” you told him, making your way towards the door and stepping out into the newly stirred up chaos. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, but you honestly couldn’t answer, finding it hard to tell what had happened in the blur of people. 

You were about to reply, to tell him what you weren’t sure, but you were interrupted by gun shots.

It was hard to pinpoint the direction, but people began dropping to the ground, colliding into each other in their attempts to flee, and before long you were thrown into the crowd, a sharp pain in your arm, your phone disappearing from your hand as Hank called out to you.

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You still weren’t entirely sure what had happened. A disgruntled patient’s relative with a gun had fired off four rounds before security had taken him down, three finding their way into the walls, and, of course, the fourth managed to somehow find it’s mark in your arm. 

It had been a threw and threw, a flesh wound, you’d be fine with some stitches, which you were currently in the process of receiving from Will when Intelligence arrived. 

Hank made a beeline towards you as Will was finishing patching you up, a look of worry and relief on his face that you’d only ever seen him reserve for private settings, not a crowded ED in front of your collegues and his unit.

“Are you alright?” He asked, voice strained as he looked you over, unsure of whether he should step forward or keep a respectable distance.

“She’ll be fine,” Will told him with a nod, offering you a friendly smile as he was called away by Maggie. 

“Y/N-” Hank took a step closer, hand out like he wanted to take yours, but you could tell he was conflicted. You winced, was wanting the person you loved to comfort you after a shooting too much to ask for?

“Let’s not do this here, I’m fine,” you told him sternly, standing up to head away when he grabbed you hand, pulling you back. That attracted some attention, but as you looked back at Hank, you could tell he didn’t much care, all his focus was on you.

“I was worried, when the line went dead, I thought-” he trailed off, meeting your eyes. “I don’t want to hide anymore, I love you, and I don’t want to waste another moment, especially when anything could happen.”

You blinked, unsure of how to react in the moment, you hadn’t been expecting that. It felt like a weight had been lifted though, relieved that he felt the same way about you as you did him.

“Hank-” you began.

“I love you,” he told you honestly, cutting you off in your tracks.

“I love you too,” you said, glad you didn’t have to hide it anymore.

It seemed to dawn on him then that you had an audience, turning to his unit. “What are you standing around for? Get to work!” He ordered them, a faint smile as they scattered.

Somethings had changed, but somethings never would. 

[oklahomapeach]

Hank Voight x fem!reader 

Summary: When your aunt Trudy Platt needs your help at her job, you encounter sergeant Hank Voight.

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: Sex, both male and female orgasms, Hank Voight saying: 'Good girl' (yes, that needs a warning)

When your aunt is Trudy Platt, you bet your ass I was on the receiving end of many many lovely stories. She is absolutely awesome. Because she only recently married into my family, I only now am building a bond with her, but I absolutely love her and I kinda wished I knew her sooner.

So, when aunt Trudy broke her wrist and sprained the fingers of her other hand, she asked me to help her out at the desk of the 21st District and naturally, I said yes. She needed help with the paperwork and because she did not want to be annoyed as hell on top of her unfortunate injuries, she asked me. Besides, I loved the prospect of seeing the Trudy Platt in her natural habitat.

And so far it had not been disappointing.

‘You know,’ she says with a smile, ‘you’re the quickest one in your family. You got that from me.’

I start to laugh, because genetically, that is impossible, since my biological uncle is Mouch, her husband. Though I never called him uncle Mouch, ever since stopping by the Chicago Fire Department when I was a kid, I must admit that Mouch sure does have a nice ring to it. ‘Sure thing,’ I say. ‘My mom always said I was an odd one.’

Trudy scoffs. ‘Yeah, your mother never liked me.’

‘That’s because you’re even wittier than her. She doesn’t like to be overruled like that, you know that.’ I grab a few files and ask: ‘Where do you want these?’

‘Right here.’

The entire day is filled with me handing keys to officers, listening to Trudy being her lovely self to said officers, but the second they are detectives and sergeants, she turns into the sweetest The duality of that lady. 

I write down the reports for her, carefully dictated by her and lo and behold if I do something wrong, she’ll let me know in her own fierce and sarcastic way. But it’s nothing I can handle. 

‘Trudy,’ I hear from behind me and I’m confused, as one of the people here as the guts to call her by her first name. ‘You got those papers for me?’

‘Yes, wait a minute. Bambi, get me the papers with the Intelligence sticky note on it.’

Bambi. It was her nickname for me, because the first time I met her, according to her I appeared like a dear caught in the headlines and once Trudy gives you a nickname, you’re doomed to be stuck with it for the rest of your life.

However, Bambi isn’t the worst nickname you could get. I overheard Doofus, Moron and Mommy’s boy today. Bambi’s kinda cute.

I grab the right files and turn around. Oh dear, is that the infamous Hank Voight? I had heard a lot about him, including the fact his voice was super raspy, but in reality, it hits a whole new different level of raspiness. ‘Hello,’ I say, once I manage to pull myself together, ‘here you go, sir.’

Sergeant Voight smiles tightly. ‘She’s politer than you, Trudy. How did you get her to help you out?’

‘She’s my niece.’

‘By marriage,’ I clarify. ‘I’m Mouch’s niece.’ I quickly introduce myself to him and he shakes my hand. It’s like I expected it to be: a strong grasp, clearly letting you know he is in charge, without over squeezing it (but maybe that’s just because I’m a lady).

‘Nice to meet you,’ he says, a very small smile on his lips. ‘Thanks for the files.’

‘Sure, no problem.’

Thankfully Trudy is busy telling officers off, because I think she’d pick up on me having some serious heart palpitations right away. 

During the entirety of the day, I see officers, detectives, sergeants and what not, come and go. ‘Where does this need to go?’ I ask Trudy, holding seven files up. 

‘Intelligence. You know what, I’ll buzz you up,’ she says. ‘The only thing I’m capable of doing now.’

‘Is that a pity party you’re throwing?’ I ask her, as I walk with the files in hand from behind the desk. ‘It’s not a good look on you, aunt Trudy.’

‘I’m throwing you the finger as we speak,’ she says, holding out her hand with the sprained fingers. ‘Just so you know.’

I stick out my tongue, before I make my way upstairs. The entire Intelligence bullpen is empty, minus the office of the sergeant. He must’ve heard my thick heels approaching, because he looks up. When I hold up the files, he quickly rises to his feet and walks over to me. 

Dammit, even his walk is attractive. I hate how handsome I find him and how this does things to me.

‘Thank you, miss,’ he says, taking the files from my hands. ‘How do you like working at the desk?’

‘The desk is fine, aunt Trudy is a different story.’ When I realize he is on first name basis with her, I quickly add: ‘Don’t tell her I said that.’

He shakes his head. ‘My lips are sealed.’

There is a silence between us and I clear my throat. ‘Well, that’s all I came to do here. Can I help you with something? Bring something downstairs with me or something else?’

‘I could use your help with something,’ he says and with his fingers he ushers me to follow him.

Don’t let your mind wander, don’t let your mind wa—

Too late. I’ve got to live with the image of the sergeant using his fingers in a dirty way. This is entirely my own fault (and maybe a little bit Voight’s fault). 

I follow him to his office and he asks: ‘Could you maybe help me sort this? I’ve got some paperwork to fill in and I don’t have the patience for sorting.’

‘I’m not surprised,’ I chuckle. ‘But you’re in luck. I love sorting. I work in the library, which is basically sorting books.’

‘Lucky me,’ he says.

I quickly go to work and sorting files is quite easy. I find myself slowing down, so I don’t have to leave yet. We don’t talk much, but it’s nice to be around Hank Voight, especially when he’s working. Besides, it’s nice to be in this serene place, especially as it can get pretty hectic at the desk. 

‘Here you go,’ I say, when stalling even more would get really suspicious. ‘It’s all sorted. You’re missing a page though. Page forty seven.’

‘I know, but thanks.’ He looks up with a smile. ‘You helped me out. A lot.’

‘No problem. I’ll be here for quite some times, so if you have more administrative work, please let me now. I have a degree, so you don’t have to worry about me screwing up. I know what I’m doing.’

’I might actually steal you a few times,’ he says with a smile, ‘if Trudy allows it of course.’

‘She will,’ I say. ‘She called me Bambi for a reason, okay? I know my way to her heart.’

He chuckles. ‘I bet you do.’

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

After I saw uncle Mouch picking up Trudy and I waved at them, I make my way to the bus station. I don’t want my aunt and uncle to drive an extra forty five minutes, just to take me home. It’s easier if I use public transportation. 

‘Wait up,’ I hear from behind me and though this could be meant for everybody, I still stop and turn around. It is directed to me, because I see sergeant Voight walking up to me.

‘Sergeant,’ I say with a smile. ‘What’s up?’

‘You got your car parked there?’

I shake my head. ‘No, I was going to catch my bus.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ he says, scoffing a bit. ‘Come on, after helping me out, I’ll give you a ride.’

I know how much aunt Trudy trusts him, so I simply nod and say: ‘It appears like you insist, so I’ll spare you the discussion.’

He smirks. ‘You catch on quick. My car is right over there.’

The drive to my place is fairly quick, because he drives pretty reckless and quick. He stops in front of my place and I say: ‘Want some tea at my place? I don’t have alcohol to offer you, but…’

‘Tea is fine,’ he says. ‘Maybe even better than alcohol.’

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

Tea was quickly forgotten, as my lips had met his and we are now involved in a pretty heavy make-out montage. His fingers running through my hair, his lips attached on mine. I straddle his thighs as the kissing does not stop for one single second.

‘This is a bad idea,’ he mumbles, but his hands are telling a totally different story, as they cup my bottom and squeeze the flesh through the jeans.

‘We can stop.’

‘I was just assessing the situation,’ he chuckles, ‘not saying we should stop.’

And he might have accurately assess the current events. It is a bad idea. But I don’t want to stop either and from that smirk on his face, I suspect neither does he. My fingers unbutton his shirt, only to reveal his bare chest. 

We get rid of our clothes, all of them and maybe there is a reason he’s a sergeant, because boy, is he quick to take the lead, to bend me the way he desires, as he fucks me into tomorrow and the day after on the couch.

‘Shit, I’m close,’ I moan, feeling his cock deep inside me every time he bottoms out. I cling on him, when the rush of euphoria washes over me. For years I have been relying on my trustworthy vibrator, but this tops every single one of those experiences. 

After I rode out my high, I’m met with a very sensitive pussy and a sergeant Hank Voight who doesn’t stop. I whine against him, but he shuts me up by kissing me roughly.

‘Faster,’ I mumble against his lips. 

He does not go faster, instead he pulls out.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask.

‘I’ve got a better idea.’

A better idea involved me bend over the backrest of the couch and Hank having full access from the back. I don’t even care anymore if my neighbors hear me, if they complain, but with the way Hank pounds inside me, I just can’t keep quite anymore. I don’t know how many times he throws me over the edge by rubbing my clit feverishly, but he isn’t slowing down, not even when I sob out of overstimulation.

And then I feel it. Thick robes of cum painting me on the inside and I catch my breath. He pulls out, his semen slowly streaming down my thighs. I try to catch my breath, but I have issues finding it. He pulls me up and holds me closely to his sweaty body. 

‘Such a good girl,’ he whispers, pressing a kiss in my hair. ‘You got anything to do tomorrow?’

I let out a chuckle. ‘I barely recovered from this and you’re already dead set on another round?’

He nods. ‘You’re quite insatiable, miss. Of course I am.’

I kiss his lips, lingering for a little longer. ‘Well, why wait when we can go for round two tonight?’

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

Chicago PD taglist: @acdassenza // @wanniiieeee // @one-sweet-gubler // @sofiebstar

[oklahomapeach]

I’m Not Going Anywhere

Thank you @dominiquelucalover for this idea! I love me some angsty fluff and smut. ♥️

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut. 18+. Age gap.

- The only thing Hicks had told you was someone was injured on the job. Not who, not how bad, just that it wasn’t good.

- You’d stopped into HQ to drop off some lunch for Deacon, but you weren’t surprised that the team was out. It happened more often than not.

- You ran into Hicks on the way to the break room, and he’d told you then about the incident. He wouldn’t tell you who, what happened, just to stay put and wait.

- You sat on the bench by the boxing ring, hands trembling and knees bouncing at you waited. The panic was a vice around your chest, the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

- The thought of Deacon out there hurt, never getting to see him or touch him or kiss him again.. It was too much to even think about.

- You weren’t sure how long you were there, chewing at your nails and biting at your lip before 20-David came down the hallway.

- You stood up so fast your head spun, your eyes searching them. There was Hondo, Street and Luca, Chris-.. Deacon.

- His eyes found yours and he wasted no time running to you. Your face crumbled as your hands reached for him, and you threw yourself at him as a sob broke through you.

- His arms held around your waist, hugging you tight and speaking soft and soothing, a hand cupping the back of your head.

- “It’s alright, it’s alright, I’m here. I’m here, baby, it’s okay.”

- The team dispersed to give you space, but you wouldn’t have noticed them anyway. Your sobs quieted, but Deacon didn’t let you go. His eyes were closed, his nose buried in your hair.

- You took in the sound of his breathing, his heart beat, the smell of him.. Alive. He was alive and okay.

- You eventually pulled back and looked at him, his brown eyes soft as he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears, resting his forehead on yours. “It’s alright. I’m all good, baby.. It was Tan.”

- Your brows furrowed in concern, and Deac pulled you to his side, walking with you down the hallway as he explained. That Tan had been shot and rushed off in an ambulance, him and the team having to stay behind to answer questions.

- He left you outside the locker room, promising to be quick as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and dipped inside. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you waited, having him gone from your side this short period of time already worrisome.

- He must have changed at the speed of lightening, because he was out the door and taking your hand in no time. He led you out to the car and opened the door for you, promising Street and Chris would bring your car home. He knew you wouldn’t leave his side.

- The drive home was quiet, his hand a constant, soothing pressure in your leg as he drove. You kept a hand over his, eyes drifting over to him the entire drive.

- He parked the car and grabbed his bag, getting out and coming around to your door, helping you out and pecking your cheek before leading you inside.

- You wish you could calm down about the whole thing, but for some reason getting home with him after all the worrying, seeing him safe, brought more tears to your eyes.

- Deac had been through this kind of thing before, with Annie. The worry, the fear. It never quite left, she just grew used to it. But this was all new to you, and he felt terrible.

- He set his bag down and drew you closer, guiding your arms around his middle before hugging you to his chest, hand cradling your head and voice soothing you. “Shh.. It’s alright, baby, I’m right here.. I’m sorry I scared you today.”

- You shook your head and sniffed, hands gripping tight to his shirt as you whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m-.. Blubbering like a baby. This is just how your job is.”

- “That doesn’t mean you can’t worry.” He pulled back and looked down at you, hand moving to your cheek. “You probably think I’m ridiculous.” You whispered, leaning into his touch. He firmly shook his head and leaned into, pressing his lips to yours.

- Deacon knew you had concerns about the age gap between you both. He knew you had fears of being younger, more “emotional”, and that you’d upset him with it. But quite frankly, Deacon didn’t even notice, nor care. You were younger, sure, but just as invested in this relationship. And sometime he had the impression Annie couldn’t have cared less if he came home, those last few months of his marriage. The love you had for him written all over your face.. It healed him.

- You kissed back softly and slowly melted into him, his scruffy kiss calming your pounding heart. His hands slid over your lower back and gently pulled you in closer.

- You heard a faint thud as he nudged off his shoes and you did the same. The extra height that they gave you was gone and you stood even shorter now, and you could feel Deacons smile as he dipped down to you.

- Your hands ran up over his chest and torso, feeling the chiseled muscle before they dipped lower, hands going under the hem and desperatly roaming over his bare skin. The warmth, the familiar dips and curves of his body.. It was all a comfort.

- You didn’t miss how his body arched into your touch, or the goosebumps that rose on his skin. He lifted his arms and let you push the fabric of his shirt up, breaking the kiss so he could pull it off the rest of the way.

- His breathing was heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked at you. He let the fabric fall where he stood before gently grabbing your blouse, fingers working with unnatural speed as he undid the buttons.

- His eyes never left yours as he pushed the shirt over your shoulders. He simply pulled you back to him and moaned against your lips as your bare skin met his.

- Your soft whimpers and whines made his cock harden in his jeans, and it wasn’t long before he was guiding you up the stairs, clothes being lost along the way. Both of you stumbling and tripping as he laughed softly, your answering grin making his heart sing.

- By the time you hit the bed, both of you were naked. Deacon crawled over you and instantly pressed his lips back to yours, his hands soft and featherlight as he let them roam over your body.

- Deacon was usually rougher in bed, which suited you just fine. But something was different tonight. His kisses were soft and soothing, his hands gentle as they caressed every curve of your body, grabbing and squeezing gently at your hips and thighs.

- Your breathing hitched in your throat as you felt his hand slip between your thighs, fingers trailing through the wetness of your slit before finding your clit and rubbing slow circles. Your answering moan made him smile and he gazed down into your eyes, his usual primal gaze soft and loving.

- He pressed his forehead to yours and glanced down at your parted lips, eyes and ears eating up every movement and sound from you. “That’s it, baby, relax.. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always try my damndest to come home to you and the kids.”

- Your eyes never left his as he spoke, a blush creeping over your cheeks at his promise. You swallowed hard and nodded, legs spreading as you felt a finger dip into you, a whimper slipping out. “I love you, David.”

- The words couldn’t have been more than a whisper, but his answering smile and mumbled “I love you.” Made your heart beat quicker.

- He took his time with you that night, every moment gentle and emphasized with affection. His fingers and mouth devoured you for what felt like hours. You tried to get your mouth on him but he gently pushed back down into the bed and promised you next time.

- His thrusts were so slow, so gentle, you could have melted right there into the sheets. He held you to him the entire time, hand on your thigh, then your cheek as your leg tightened around his hips.

- His lips never seemed to leave your skin. Your cheek, jaw, neck, chest, anywhere he could reach. He was kissing and marking you, leaving you reminders that he adored you.

- Deacon was never shy about being vocal, but tonight he seemed even louder. His grunts, groans, raspy moans of pleasure drove you insane. Your toes curled every time he thrust into you and a deep grunt sounded in your ear.

- His back was a mess of scratches and nail marks that he’d admire in the morning, no doubt. The first time you ever had sex with him, you were embarrassed and apologized profusely for the mess on his back. He simply grinned and silenced you with a kiss.

- Your orgasm built so slow and steady, you didn’t notice it until it was right there. You were so focused on him, feeling him inside you and pressed into you, you practically cried in pleasure. It was more intense than any other you’d had with him.

- You was cumming only a moment after you, and his cursing and moaning in your ear told you he felt the same. The hot spurts filling you made your toes curl, and when he collapsed half on top of you, you wrapped yourself around him, savoring the feeling.

- He was still nestled inside you, his cum slowly leaking out between your legs, when he finally moved. Pulling out oh so gently before laying beside you, gently tugging you into his chest and covering you both up.

- He’d always been a gentleman and cleaned you up first, but tonight he knew you needed to be held. The mess could wait.

- You nestled your head on his chest and closed your eyes, his steady heartbeat in your ear soothing. His hand stroked gently through your hair, his kisses on your forehead making you smile.

- “Thank you..” you whispered softly. You felt his answering smile in your hair, but he shook his head as his fingertips trailed down your back. “You don’t have to thank me for anything.”

- You were almost asleep when his phone went off from somewhere in the hallway. It was still in his pocket when you both made your way up here, stumbling out of your clothes.

- He cursed softly and gently moved you, steps soft and quiet as he grabbed his phone and returned to you. He slipped right back under you and held you close, free hand checking his phone as you watched with sleepy eyes.

- “Tan is gonna be just fine.” The relief in his voice was obvious, and you smiled wide, leaning up and kissing his scruffy cheek.

- He set his phone on the night stand and adjusted the blankets before hugging you close, both of you relaxing and falling asleep in no time.

[oklahomapeach]

The Evans boys- Masterlist

This is my first Chris Evans series on here, I hope everyone will enjoy it.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction @rogahs-drowse @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @peterquillzsblog​

Series taglist: @ihearthockeyy​ @lizzyclifford13-blog​ @may-machin @tessa-bl @ifilosemyselfagain @shamelessfangirl-3 @boos-ramblings

Summary: Chris and (Y/n) have four boys together and are finally expecting a girl, but their family is hectic and things get harder when (Y/n) becomes ill.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[oklahomapeach]

You Drive Me Crazy

Hello! Here's a request a got for Reader x Deacon. Deacon see's how great she is with his kids and it makes him a little.. Feral. 😉 Thank you guys for the support and requests!

Warnings: This warning used to say just heavy kissing but I got very much carried away.. Not sorry. Smut! 18+

Life hadn't been easy for Deacon since the divorce.

With four kids and a job that took so much of his time, it was pushing him to the brink. And he could feel himself slipping back into that dark place.

Annie's sister was happy to watch the kids when he was working, and he had to admit seeing you everyday on shift eased him. You’d always been close with 20-David, even as a secretary for the department. But lately, he’d been drawn to your cheerful demeanor and loud laughter.

The day Annie's sister dropped the kids off at HQ solidified for him why her adored you so much.

She dropped them off because of an emergency at work, and Deacon gave the ok for the kids to come to base. You were more than happy to watch them, taking them in your office and letting them play and run around. It was a slow day, so everyone on 20-David eager to take a break and behave like kids themselves.

Deacon leaned against the doorframe and watched you interact with is kids, a pressure lifting in his chest. You handled them with such ease, so much gentleness, something stirred in his gut. Not just happiness, but.. Lust. Something he hadn't felt in awhile since Annie leaving.

He'd always been attracted to you, not in a romantic way, but your personality drew him in. Constant laughter, smiles, the way that even when things were hard, you found something to enjoy. It was something he wished he could do himself, instead of taking everything to heart.

He stood straight and approached you where you sat on the couch, placing his hand on your shoulder and smiling. "Could we talk somewhere?" You looked up and grinned, nodding and gently moving Victoria off your lap before standing. "Lead the way."

He slipped his hand into yours and guided you out into the hall, and you couldn't hide the blush on your face as his hand held firm to yours. He glanced around before pulling you into one of the empty offices, plastic tarps laid out for the renovation they were doing.

He turned to face you and nudged the door shut with his boot, pulling you in and pressing his lips to yours in one smooth motion. The shock of it stalled you for only a second, but you were soon kissing back happily, hands on his toned chest as he pushed you into the nearest wall.

His scruff tickled your cheek, and his hands held your hips flush to his. His badge dug into the soft flesh of your stomach, and you nipped at his lip before pulling back, breathing heavy. His lips followed your before he reluctantly pulled away, his usual calm eyes lit with something new. "Deac.. What. What was that for?"

"I don't really know. Just seeing you with my kids, being so.. Domestic. Got me a little.. Fuck, I'm sorry, this was so unprofessional." His cheeks heated as he started to pull back but you grabbed his shirt, fabric bunching in your fists as you grinned. "Well I didn't say I was done yet, Sergeant." He paused and took in the grin on your face, your clothes bunched from where he grabbed you, and he quickly stepped back into your space.

His lips mashed into yours with more force than he intended, and he slid his hands over your ass, squeezing roughly and pulling you tight to him. His touch caused a moan to slip out, tongue dancing with his as he suddenly picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you to the wall. You grinned against his lips and let your head fall back as he attacked your neck, positive his stubble was going to leave your skin red.

"Mm-.. Deacon.. Someone could walk in." Your words did little to phase him as he bit at the sensitive skin on your shoulder, eyes twinkling as he looked at you and shrugged. "So let them." His outright dismissal made you laugh. The serious, always by the book Deacon Kay was okay getting caught? With the secretary?

You slid your hands into his hair and caught his lips in another kiss, and the hard bulge in his work pants made you whimper as your legs tightened around him. Before you could register anything else he had you off the wall, turning and walking the short distance to an oak desk still against the far wall.

He set you down and made quick work of unbuckling his belt and pants, brown eyes a shade darker than usual. "I would normally lie a gentleman and take you home to a bed, but.." His words trailed off and he smiled almost bashfully. It had been so long since you'd seen that smile.

"You can make it up to me later." You matched his smile and laughed as he pushed you back to lay on the desk, bunching your skirt up around your hips. It was already wrinkled and twisted from him picking you up. You'd have to iron that out later.

He eyed your red, lacy panties and groaned softly, his thick fingers tearing them away without a second thought. "Hey!" You scolded him, laughing as your knees spread to make room for him. "That was my favorite pair." He grinned slyly and pulled you closer by your hips, leaning down over you and resting a hand by your head.

"Honey, I'll buy you all the lingerie you want. Sound good?" Your cheeks heated as he towered over you, your answering kiss enough. He blindly freed his cock and was sheathed inside you in no time, your moans echoing in the empty office as he wasted little time fucking into you.

He straightened and held your hips in a vice grip, the veins in his neck prominent as his head fell back in bliss, his panting breathes and stifled moans harmonizing with your soft cries on pleasure. You tried to muffle yourself, tried to keep as quiet as you could. But he was so fucking huge and the way he was moving was mind numbing.

The desk knocked into the wall as he fucked into you harder and faster, and your nails dragged along the wood as you tried not to scream. It was too good. Deacon cursed as he looked down at you, your skirt wrinkled and blouse disheveled. Your hair had fallen out of its clip and was fanned out on the desk. Your face was contorted in pleasure, all from him.

He reached down and teased your clit with his thumb, smirking at the strain on your face as you held back your groans. "So close, baby.. C'mon. Cum for me." His raspy words, the shake in his voice finally pushed you over the edge. He leaned down and caught your lips with his, muffling your cries as you let go.

He wasn't far behind you either, and both of you cling to each other as your orgasms shook each of you.

He panted against your lips and slowly straightened, eyes closed as he whispered. "Fuck, that was amazing." You nodded weakly and smiled as he helped you sit up, pressing your lips to his a softer, gentler kiss than the ones earlier.

He said nothing at first as he helped you fix your clothes, smiling to himself as you buckled his belt. "So.. Where you busy tonight?" His hopeful gaze made you grin as you shook your head, gazing up at him. "I'm all yours, whatever you planned."

His matching grin made your heart flutter, but both of you were jerked out of the moment by Hondo as he opened the door, geared up, brows furrowed as he looked at you both. "Deacon, man, we're up. Got a call about.." Hondo broke off as you looked between you both. The marks on your neck, the ripped panties on the floor, Deacon's usually styled hair messy..

He slowly grinned and grabbed onto his vest by the straps, shaking his head. "Shit, Deac, what did you do?"

[oklahomapeach]

Boxes | r.h.

Summary: it’s your last day at swat, but things end up being completely different to what you’d expected. Part three of kitten and claws.

Warning: fingering, mild breath play, thigh riding, bondage, humiliation, degradation, nipple play, spanking, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, rough sex, orgasm denial.

One more shift. One. More. Shift.

Your locker was nearly empty, just a change of clothes and your spare water bottle left in it and you’d take them home that evening. You’d been saying goodbye to people during the week, Rocker giving you a giant hug as he left the day before. It was breaking your heart to say goodbye to so many people.

“You ready?” You spun around, Street there smiling that he’d made you jump. He gave you a grin, holding his hands out to steady you.

“Yeah, sorry. Still doesn’t feel real.”

“It’s not gonna. We’re really gonna miss you.”

You followed him out to the training area, laughing as you watched the rest of your team spar. By mutual agreement you were the judge for each bout, laughing as everyone tried doing more trick shots to make you smile. For the first time in months - since you’d started sleeping with Him - you felt at peace and as yourself. It was laughter and jokes, a rarity in your high stress work environment, but you got to enjoy it.

Until Hicks came out and called for you all.

“Twenty Squad, reports of a hostage situation. You’re needed.”

The mood flipped and you geared up in a moment, running to Black Betty and Luca driving you away. Hondo gave the information that he had as you went, everyone checking their gear and weapons as you made your way there.

“And remember, stay liquid. We’ve got drinks tonight that I don’t want to happen in a hospital room.” He nodded at you and you smiled, helmet on ready to go.

It ended up being easier than anticipated in the end, two scared kids who wanted to rob a bank to pay their mother’s medical debt. Between them giving up quickly and nobody hurt with no property damage they hadn’t completely ruined their lives, and it was left for the rest of the LAPD units to finish up. Until your name was called and a friend ran up to you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were staying at swat?” Lopez asked, and you were immediately confused.

“Today’s my last day. This is probably my last call. Why?”

“We got a call from your commander to withdraw the request, you were staying at swat. I was surprised you hadn’t told me!”

Bobby. Fucking Bobby.

“Im not sure…I’ll call you later?” She nodded and you jogged back to Black Betty, rage flowing through you. You’d made the decision. You were leaving. You were done with him and swat and now he’d made this choice for you to keep you there? How could he? How dare he?

Your anger continued to grow on the ride back, half comments responded to by your team. Before you could go find Hicks, however, Deacon stopped you and pulled you aside.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you took a breath, nodding.

“Fine. I just need to check some stuff out with Hicks.”

“Stuff?” He didn’t believe you, and you could feel your control start to shake.

“About my transfer. I need to be sure it went through ok.”

He let you go with a squeeze and a warning look, but you couldn’t get distracted. You needed to know what was happening. You needed Robert Hicks out of your life for good.

When you knocked on his office door his “come in” was slightly muffled, but you walked in standing tall, eyes immediately drawn to the pile of boxes in the middle of it.

“Hi…” he looked up at you and for a moment you thought you saw fear on his face.

“What’s happening here?”

The silence stretched longer than it should have as you realised you’d overstepped your boundaries. It wasn’t a question you should have asked.

“I need my stuff out by this evening.”

“Why?”

You could have heard a pin drop between the two of you, the pain from it being your Bobby standing in front of you too much to bear. You knew him, knew who he was. Could tell that he’d lost weight and wasn’t himself.

“I’m retiring effective today. I cancelled your transfer, I figured if I wasn’t here you could stay. I’ll be gone this evening.”

“You did what?” The weight of his words hit you like a gunshot, staring at him. You didn’t think your whisper could even be heard, but he always knew what you meant.

“They’d been bugging me to retire, it felt like the right time. You deserve to be here. To stay. So stay.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” The anger you’d felt had an outlet and it began to pour from you, the months of sadness and longing and the pain from walking away two weeks before. “I can’t stay here. I don’t want to stay here. Every moment here when you’re not makes me feel like I chased you away. Like I made you leave. And every moment I spend in this stupid building I just think about you. About how I miss you. How I was going to give up swat for you but then you didn’t even have that conversation with me. I can’t keep working here and be haunted. And you can’t even give me that, can you? You claim you loved me, but you can’t even let me do what I want.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted, like you were finally free. Like it was done. You could do a million other things than be a cop if you needed to. Leave LA, get a job in security somewhere. Something easier than this.

“I’m leaving because I love you. Not loved, love.” Your jaw was open, attempting to speak but you couldn’t find your voice before he began speaking. “Because for the first time since I lost Barb, I’m in love. And the one thing I didn’t do in that relationship was put work second, and I’m damned if I’m making that mistake again. I want us. So will you please just let me love you so we can be happy?”

“Yes.”

You weren’t sure you’d said it, couldn’t be sure it was real. It felt like a dream for a moment as you stared at Bobby. Neither of you spoke and for a wonderful, terrifying second you were afraid it was the wrong thing.

“Oh thank God.” His lips were on yours as your arms and his wound around the other, pulling you close. He held you tightly and you got to breathe in the scent of his deodorant and just him again. This was real. It was happening.

“I love you.” You hadn’t gotten to say it before, but he grinned as you spoke, reaching for another kiss. But you had to separate, too aware that the office wasn’t where this reunion should be.

“My place tonight?” You nodded and squeezed his hand in goodbye, going back to work with a spring in your step.

You didn’t have to tell your team you weren’t leaving, Bobby did that for you. Just before everyone left for the day he stopped the group, staring at you all.

“I needed to let you all know that today was my last day at LAPD. It’s time for me to hang it up. Thank you.” It was short and to the point, and undeniably him. The seven of you were about to leave when your name was called.

“By the way. With all of the changes your transfer was denied. Try again in a few months, you’re better off.”

The drinks were abandoned, Luca planning a big party the following week. Instead you said your goodbyes and drove straight to Bobby’s, not willing to spend any extra time away from him. He had the same desire, and less than ten minutes after you pulled up he arrived.

“I thought you’d want to say goodbye there,” you murmured in between kisses, smiling at every one of them.

“I’ve more important things to do, Kitten,” came the fevered response as you slid onto the kitchen table, hands groping at your tits while you pulled his belt.

“Calm, I’m going to give you everything you need.” Bobby’s hand was on your neck, gentle firm pressure making you so aware of what was happening. “But if you don’t have patience I’ll put that belt around your neck just to show you what you are for me.”

The words should have been demeaning in any other context, should have upset you and made you angry. But instead you nodded with wide eyes, pleading wordlessly for him to just touch you.

“So good for me.” Your groan as his fingers slid into your underwear couldn’t be muffled, two long fingers pumping into you as you humped his hand in desperate need. The heel of his hand would hit off your clit every few seconds, desperation filling you as you felt it.

“Please. Please, more. I need more. Please.” You didn’t know what you were begging, just that you were and you needed it so much. You needed him, it was always Bobby. Your North Star, the man who’d made you fall in love without even realising. It was as easy as breathing.

You didn’t know how it happened, but you were both basically naked as he led you to the couch, fingers still deep in you like a leash. Your tits were out of the cups of the bra you’d worn, the soft cotton of your tee holding your arms behind your back. All your partner wore was his underwear, but they wouldn’t last long as he settled on the couch. You went to get into position but he pushed you off, settling you on his thigh and removing his fingers from you. Instead your juices were spread across your chest, each nipple getting a pinch as he brushed over it.

“Show me the work you’ll do, Kitten. I want to see you ride my thigh like my good toy.” The degradation made your cunt clench as you pushed down, desperate for any friction. You ground down, tits bouncing and hair flying as you focused on the sensations flying through your body. Bobby took each of your nipples, pulling them taut and little jolts of pain mixed with your pleasure as you threw your head back, focusing only on going faster. Your moans grew louder, need filling your body as you continued.

“Stop.” It was a sharp spank to each tit that brought you back from the edge, so close you could taste your orgasm. But you looked at Bobby and knew it wouldn’t be this easy. “On your knees. I haven’t gotten to see you like that in too long. Want to be good and take my cock in that throat of yours?”

You just nodded and moved, settling on your knees in front of him. It was the moment that you knew this wasn’t going to be slow and gentle, that he was going to ruin you in a few motions. Not that you could really care, your libido was running the show. But it was hands on your hair, gripping tightly and sliding you down onto him.

The first few moments let you get used to the sensation, used to having him in your mouth. But once he was happy with what you were doing he started fucking your face. It was slow to begin with, the glug glug sound from deep in your throat spurring him in until you were gagging on each thrust, sucking and licking wherever you could get. Every sensation was more, the way he sounded and tasted, the way your body just knew how to react. How when he finally pulled out of your mouth you knew you were a mess, drool running down your tits and your mascara and lipstick ruined.

“Such a pretty mess. Have you earned getting fucked?” If the words were any less degrading it would sound sweet, but it was taunting from him. Taunting the way you’d been used so far, the mess he’d made of you. The way all you wanted was him.

“Please. I need…” you trailed off, but his finger under your chin forcing you to look at him made you continue. “I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please.”

“Let’s see how much you need it.” He helped you up, ever the gentleman. At least until he plunged two fingers to see just how wet you were. “Perfect for me like this. So good and wet.”

Riding him was a blur of sensation and need, his fingers on your clit as you bounced, tits palmed and played with as you kept going. It was mindless begging as you tried getting him to let you cum, but every time you were close his hand was pulled away.

“Please, Bobby. Please let me cum, I need it. I need you to let me cum. Please!” The words ran together but he understood, rubbing your clit frantically.

“Let me feel you. Cum right here, let me feel how you do it.”

It was one of the best orgasms of your life, collapsing against his chest as it finished when your limbs no longer wanted to support you. His thrusts had become stuttered, the groan you knew so well that meant he’d cum too your guide for when he pulled you to him.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, squeezing you tightly.

“I love you too.”

It didn’t take long for the two of you to shower, Bobby offering you a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt to wear while he cooked dinner. There was still so much to decide - when would your friends be told, how would things work out. But right there, his legs intertwined with yours on the couch as you ate an excellent meal, none of it mattered. Because for the first time since the entire sordid tale had begun, you were happy. And that was worth whatever people said.

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Wee AN, but parts two and three would never have happened without @smaoineamhsalach. Rí, you are wonderful, and I feel very lucky to call you my friend. I hope this won’t get me killed.

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Give me everything tonight - Dante Torres x Intelligence Officer!Reader

During a late-night conversation in the locker room, you and Dante succumb to the feelings that are buried deep inside your hearts.

Word count: 1263

Characters: Dante Torres x You, Trudy Platt & Hank Voight

Warnings: Making out. They're horny. There's no actual smut tho.

“Dante,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he answered in the same tone, his breath coming directly into your face. Shivers spread across your body and fog clouded over your mind. He was so close, you were not touching but his presence was so strong. You cannot help but want to touch him.

Dante's not any different, in fact, he is sure he has been dreaming about your touch for far longer than you could ever imagine. He has never been so close to you before. The fact that he could take another step closer and the distance between you would be nonexistent makes his hands shake lightly. 

How did you two end up in this position? Almost pressed together against the wall of the locker room in the precinct. Looking directly into each other's eyes and longing to finally feel the other’s touch. 

What is happening right now is nothing but months of pent-up feelings finally running free. You and Dante clicked instantly. When you first met in front of Platt’s desk, his eyes lit up like two full moons. He was a calm and collected guy, it was rare for someone to make him lose control of himself. The state of control he fought so hard to achieve. But there you are. Simply existing and still making him a mess of shiny eyes, shy smiles, and impure thoughts. He never met someone so stunning, someone who had power over him with just a look. 

You stared back at the man before you, vaguely registering Platt mention the name of the new addition to Intelligence. ‘Officer Torres’. Even his name sounds pretty, you thought. He was exactly what you always thought a handsome man should be. Your mind does nothing but put you in trouble with all the dirty thoughts clouding your senses. Thoughts of him. Only him.

“We cannot,” you said, louder this time. By changing the tone, you expected to break the atmosphere that had built itself around the room, but it was impossible at that point.

Keeping eye contact with him, you said, “You know how Voight feels about in-house relationships, and after what happened with Hailey and Jay…” 

“Don't. Don't discourage this, Y/n,” he said, his voice still low. “I get what you're saying, but for some reason, I can't bring myself to care.” 

“Dante!” 

“For real, I just can't. Don't you see it?” his eyes grow bigger in exasperation. “I want you.”

Three words. Three damn words. They start floating around your head like a drug being injected into your body and messing with your sanity. Your body reacts to him more intensely now, your hands slowly reaching for his but never actually getting there. 

“I always wanted you, mi amor,” he said, moving his arms to the wall behind you, his biceps invading your line of vision, and the first thing you do is reach for each arm with your hands, feeling his skin. Your body and mind slowly losing the control to stop yourself.

“Fuck you, Torres,” you said in a huff. For a second there you truly hated him. You hated him for being so damn hot for absolutely no reason, making this even harder for you.

That drew a chuckle out of him, “What?” he said with a smile still on his face. You stared back at him and he felt like he could melt right then and there. All the nights he spent awake thinking about you. Thinking about every single thing that makes you the woman of his dreams. Every thought he ever had of you led him to this moment.

“Kiss me, Y/n,” he said so softly that it almost sounded like a request. His eyes left yours for the first time since he backed you up on that wall, instead focusing on your lips. 

You felt your hands start to shake and your heartbeat rise. You were just getting ready to leave for the night, how the hell did the conversation you both shared about the day's work end up like this? 

Suddenly, your mind was consumed by just one thought: fuck it. Fuck the rules. He wanted you. 

He wanted you and that is all you needed to hear to convince yourself to finally close the distance between your lips. 

Dante's lips were exactly what you expected, so soft and warm. His hands instantly left the wall and held your body close, your hands flying to the back of his head.

The kiss destroyed any second thought or insecurity Dante ever felt about being with you, it felt so right to finally have you. Thoughts of not being enough or not doing the right thing seemed impossible now that he tasted you. 

You could not remember the last time your mind did not wake you up in the morning with thoughts of him. Kissing his lips felt like long overdue and neither of you could stop now.

What started with a rough touch of lips grew into a battle for control. Tongues meeting each other, looking for dominance. A bite here and there, accompanied by a softer peck to ease the pain. You both followed this ritual over and over again, not even thinking about where you were or what you were doing.

Hands were flying everywhere, to feel hair, neck, shoulders, and pretty much anything else they could reach. It was all becoming too much. You both were sweating and panting but did not show any signs of stopping.

One special scratch of nails on his shaved head made Dante snap, breaking the contact with your lips. He reaches for your thighs, lifting you up with ease. Your legs instantly wrapped around him and you both suddenly stayed still, enjoying the sensation of being in each other's arms.

You fit so perfectly in his arms and Dante felt like he could hold you forever.

However, you both realized where you were, your senses coming back for a moment. 

“We need to get out of here, amor,” he said, still holding you firmly. If you did not leave now Dante would take you right here and you sure would not complain.

Your hands caressed his head, smiling at him in response, “We do D, right fucking now.”

He smiled so big you could count every tooth in his mouth. You both started laughing and he put you back on the ground.

Smiles, intertwined hands, hearts full of love, and bodies full of desire. That's how you both left the district that night. 

Thankfully, you did not meet anyone on your way out. It was late and the difficult case they solved that day had sent everyone rushing home to rest. 

Rest. Something you and Dante would not be having tonight, and everyone who set eyes on you at that moment could see that. But no one did, thank God.

But it was not like they did not know already. It would be anything but a surprise for your friends and coworkers.

“Well damn. So much for no in-house relationships, right Hank?” Platt said laughing after you and Dante walked up to Intelligence after first being introduced to each other.

Hank ran a hand across his face, eyeing the stairs you both went up seconds ago. You literally just met, what the hell? He never has a moment of peace.

“If you ask me, this is all your fault, Hank," Platt said with a taunting smile, she loves teasing him about this ongoing Intelligence situation. “You always choose such perfect partners, they can't help but sleep with each other.”

Voight groans, “For goodness sake.”

I was hit with inspiration for my man, isn't he delicious? I love how this one came out! Feel free to reblog, like, and share your thoughts <3 Btw we need more Dante Torres fics!

[oklahomapeach]

“They’re all true.”

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this scene made me laugh so hard. poor hank🥲

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S.W.A.T. Masterlist

Since I've started to really get into this series and I'm enjoying writing for this fandom, I thought it might be a good idea to do a masterlist as I'm planning more imagines.

I hope you will all like them.

Donovan Rocker:

Is She Okay?

Part 2

Safe And Sound

Stay Awake With Me

Dominic Luca:

You Keep Me Safe

Part 2

Junior

Dating My Daughter

Jim Street:

Family Matters

Part 2

You've Earned It

[oklahomapeach]

Could you write more fluff like things for Deacon, plot of your choice, thanks!

BET

Pairing: Deacon Kay x Reader

Summary: There’s a bet pool going on amoung twenty and fifty squad to see who the reader choses to go out with between Deacon and Rocker. Little do they know she already has the one she wants

Warning: None

MASTERLIST

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“Y/L/N I heard Rocker asked you out yesterday after shift, how’d that go?”

Pulling my shirt over my head I shrugged at Alonso quickly glancing over at Deacon who didn’t look pleased with that. Everyone turned to look at me as I continued to get dressed

“Oh really, what’d you say?” Deacon asked shutting his locker

“I politely declined” 

“Now hold on a minute, why’d you say no?” Hondo pipped up slinging his bag over his shoulder 

“Is there someone else that we should know about?” they teased and I rolled my eyes not wanting to give it away

“You’re blushing so there is someone” Chris shut my locker and leaned against it with a shit eatting grin on her face. She found out about Deacon and I by accident, walking in on our heated kiss right here last week

“Maybe, maybe not. Don’t you all have other things to do besides meddle in my business?” brushing her off I tied my hair up into a messy bun

“We’re not meddling”

“So what’s with the betting pool?” sitting down on the bench I leaned forward to tie my shoes waiting for them to respond

“How d-”

“Mumford sucks at keeping his voice down” they all groaned in annoyance 

“There was a bet?” Deac crossed his arms over his chest as the others filled him in

“Yeah it was to see which one between you and Rocker would get to take her on a date” Street shoved his hands in his pockets

“And you all betted against me?”

“We love you dude but we thought Rocker had it in the bag” Hondo patted his shoulder and Deacon shook his head 

“Who is we? I put my money on Deac” Chris pushed herself off of my locker and headed for her bag 

“But you said-”

“I wasn’t stupid, that money could easily be all mine suckers” she winked at me over her shoulder before walking out the door, the others rushing out behind her 

“You knew about the bet and didn’t bother to mention it” he joined me on the bench and nudged my knee with his

“It was for a good cause, Chris needs the money for a charity event” kissing his cheek I pushed myself up on my feet and gathered the rest of my things and he followed me

“You two are sneaky” he smacked my ass as we headed for the door

“Wait” he haulted my movements turning me to face him

“What did you really tell Rocker?”

“I told him as it is, I have a boyfriend” 

“Good” smirking he closed the gap between us caturping my lips in a sweet kiss, hands resting on my hips 

“Wait up guys I fo- oh God” Luka barged in breaking our kiss, he stood in the doorway moth opened in shock as we created some space between us

“What’s wrong?” they all came to see what was going on and Deacon smirked 

“Looks like Chris won this bet guys” 

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Take all the time you need 💕

My idea: Deacon got a girlfriend (let’s pretend Annie isn’t there) and she is a teacher at a high school.

One today there is a shooting going down at her school and Deacon and the team don’t know if she is there or not and can’t reach her. Turns out the shooter is in her class and Deacon has somehow get her save.

I hope it makes somehow sense 😅 English isn’t my native language -🥰

Thank you for being patient and for requesting!! This makes perfect sense; no worries. I love pretending Annie doesn't exist lol. I changed this a teeny tiny bit and let the reader do a little bit of saving before Deacon saves her. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!🤍

Warnings: canon-typical action/danger/violence, school shooting (loosely based on 2x11), angst, fluff.

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

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Worried for You

When Deacon Kay imagined his future, he did not picture being 30 David this far into his career, nor did he dream that he would have a girlfriend who spends her days teaching high school students. Since he met you, his life has been brighter. You make each other happy. The last year and a half of dating has been filled with late-night phone calls, weekly date nights, and more joy than you thought possible.

“Deac!” you call, jumping into his arms when he turns to greet you.

“Hey, you,” he replies, hugging you tightly. “Our table is ready if you are.”

You nod, beaming at him as you slip your hand into his. He leads you to the table, pulling your chair out before sitting across from you.

“How was your day?” you ask, ignoring the menu after all the date nights you’ve had here.

“It was pretty good, mostly training since it was quiet for once. But I’m more interested in you and your day,” Deacon responds.

“Nothing special, just teaching teenagers. Again. Tell me a story?”

Deacon sighs as you bat your eyelashes at him but begins a story anyway. “Hondo and I were paired up for a breach a few years ago, but the way the house was laid out, we weren’t going to be able to see each other for long. We didn’t know how many people were in there, so we made an inconspicuous code word to alert the other if something went wrong. Well, it should have been inconspicuous, but Hondo’s first choice was ‘mango.’ Great if you’re in a store or something, not so great in a barricaded safe house.”

You laugh with Deacon, reaching across the table to hold his hand as you ask, “Should we have a code word? We could use it when you’d rather spend time with me than Hondo.”

“So, daily?”

“Seriously, David. Can we?”

“Of course. What were you thinking?”

“It has to be something that fits into any conversation, so… tree?”

“Not bad. What if I need to know something about a tree though?”

“Like what?”

Deacon’s eyes stay on yours as he concedes, “Good point. Tree it is.”

“Do you- do you have quiet days often?”

“Depends. Some weeks are quiet, and sometimes you don’t have a quiet day for months.”

“I just- you know I worry about you, so I like hearing about quiet days.”

“Hey,” Deacon says, dipping his head to catch your eyes. “I know worrying is inevitable, and I can’t imagine what it takes to be in a relationship with me and what I do, but I promise that I will always fight to come back to you. I have a good team and we watch each other’s backs.”

You nod, but Deacon looks like he wants more.

“I know you’ll do everything you can to come back to me. And that helps a lot. Thank you, Deacon.” The moment is more serious than most of your date nights, so you add, “At least you don’t have to worry about me. I just have to deal with teenage hormones and ears that don’t work or brains that don’t comprehend.”

“That sounds much worse than what I face every day,” Deacon replies dramatically.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your students know when you’ve been on a date, you’re always in a great mood the next morning. You habitually check your phone throughout the day but smile more after a date.

“Are you ever going to tell us who the lucky guy is?” one of your students pries.

“Are you ever going to meet the rubric requirements on an assignment?” you reply sarcastically.

“Ooh,” several of the students exclaim.

“Alright, guys, let’s get started,” you begin, pausing when your phone chimes.

“You said no ringers in class,” someone laments.

You snatch your phone up at Deacon’s text tone, holding your breath while you read it. Everything is fine; he just texted about your next date night. You breathe out and smile, typing a quick reply before you turn to the board.

✯✯✯✯✯

During your third class, a distant scream is audible through the closed door. You glance at the window, unamused with and immune to teenagers and their obnoxious actions. When you hear a gunshot, your demeanor switches instantly.

“Quiet,” you snap at a girl who looks ready to scream.

Several more shots echo, so you can’t tell where they’re coming from.

“Everyone in the supply closet, take your bags with you,” you demand quietly. “It will be tight but stay down and stay quiet.”

Someone whimpers your name, and you crouch in the open doorway.

“Everything is going to be fine,” you promise before closing the door.

You slide a desk over, lining it up in front of the door in a way you hope looks like it is supposed to be there. Crouching, you walk back towards your desk, trying to avoid the windows and the glass pane in the door. The doorknob jiggles, and you rush to your desk, grabbing your phone as you fall into your chair.

“Drop the phone!” the shooter yells as he enters, leveling his gun on you.

Setting the phone down, you lock it to hide the half-typed text to Deacon. That may be the last thing he hears from you, so you’re glad you started by telling him you love him. You raise your hands and look at the crazed gunman before you.

“Just stay calm okay, this doesn’t have to be like this,” you say gently.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Let’s roll, 20 David!” Hicks yells as he enters the common area. “School shooting going down and we have to get in there now.”

“Confirmed casualties?” Hondo asks.

“Do we know who the shooter is?” Deacon adds.

Hicks takes a deep breath and turns toward the team as he tells them the name of the school. “Casualties unknown and no confirmed ID, but two possibilities. I’m sorry, guys, but you’re the best option here.”

“Let’s do this,” Hondo says, leading the team to Black Betty.

Luca pulls out as soon as everyone is in. Hondo and Deacon remove their phones to check for messages from you.

“Anything?” Hondo asks, looking up from his empty phone.

Deacon shakes his head before raising his phone to his ear. His leg bounces until he lowers his hand and shakes his head at Hondo again.

“She has me on emergency bypass, if she could answer, she would have,” he explains. “And her location sharing isn’t loading.”

“Then let’s go get her and everyone else out safe,” Luca announces, taking a sharp turn.

✯✯✯✯✯

You flinch as Deacon’s ringtone dies out, the sound of glass crunching under a boot drowning it out.

“Who is supposed to be in here with you?” the shooter demands.

“No one. It’s my grading period,” you explain, trying to remain calm. “That’s why my ringer is on, because I don’t have students until after the next bell.”

The shooter nods, the gun bouncing erratically in his grip.

“Look, we can all walk away from this, but not until you stop,” you add.

The gun straightens, and you force your eyes to stay open.

✯✯✯✯✯

Deacon taps Hondo’s shoulder after he feels Street’s hand on his shoulder. They enter through the gym, giving students quiet directions to safety.

“Do you know where the shooter is?” Hondo asks quietly.

“He went that way,” a young girl answers, pointing as she runs.

“Let’s split off. Luca, Tan, go east. Street, Chris, west. Deac, we’re going for the shooter,” Hondo directs.

Deacon falls into step beside him, moving slowly and clearing classrooms as they go.

“Her room is down here, right?” Hondo whispers.

Deacon nods and then slows when they hear a gunshot. Moving faster, they reach the end of the hall: your class on the right and a large glass wall on the left.

“It doesn’t end well, it’s too late!” a man’s voice yells in your classroom.

Deacon’s eyes widen as he watches the door, praying you’re not in there, that you're somewhere safe.

“It’s not,” your voice replies calmly.

Deacon sighs, a minuscule amount of tension escaping when he hears your voice. That’s a good sign for now. Hondo slides his back against the wall, peeking into the glass on the window. He lowers quickly and looks at Deacon.

“His back is to us, and he has a gun on her, we have to think this through, Deac,” he says.

“Of course. We can’t storm in, he’s a loose cannon,” Deacon agrees.

They hear the gunshot before the door rattles, and Deacon lurches forward, reaching for the doorknob as his other hand moves toward the trigger. Hondo’s arm wraps around his shoulders, pulling him backward.

“Deac, man, calm down,” Hondo grunts, struggling against Deacon. “Charging in won’t help her any.”

“And if it’s too late?” Deacon whispers harshly, relaxing enough to pull his arms from Hondo’s grip.

“Why did you do that?” you ask inside.

Hondo pats Deacon’s back, creeping back to the door. They listen to footsteps as someone, presumably the shooter, paces in the classroom. Your voice is low as you try to calm him down. Deacon has never loved you more, but he’s never been this scared before. He has less than a split second if something goes wrong, and that’s not enough time to save anyone.

“Of course,” you answer. “See if you can find the tree.”

Deacon nods at Hondo and reaches for the doorknob.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What is that?” the shooter whispers, pointing to a display on your bulletin board.

“It’s a collection of the best projects this semester. Do you think yours may be up there?” you ask quietly.

“Can I look?”

“Of course. See if you can find the tree.”

You saw the corner of the SWAT helmet in the window before, and you hope Deacon is out there. Using the code word was pointless if he isn’t, but maybe the shooter will be distracted either way. The doorknob twists and you drop to your knees behind your desk before the door opens forcefully, banging against the wall behind it.

“LAPD SWAT, drop your weapon!” Hondo yells.

“You don’t want to kill anyone, including yourself, we know that. So drop the gun and we can get you help,” Deacon adds.

You close your eyes as Deacon talks, trying to imagine that you’re alone in the room and neither of you is in danger.

“Okay, okay,” the shooter repeats.

You hear something hit the floor, and then Hondo says something into his radio as he steps toward the shooter. Deacon’s arms wrap around you, but you keep your eyes closed as you turn in his arms, pressing your face into the plate protecting his chest. His hand rubs your back as the other cradles your head against him.

“You’re okay, it’s okay, we’re all safe, baby,” he whispers into your hair, his helmet discarded.

“There’s kids in the closet,” you say against him, tightening your arms around his waist.

His head lifts from beside yours as he tells Street to check the closet. You hear their muted gasps and stifled screams before they realize who’s opening the door.

“Are you okay?” Deacon asks.

You lean back just enough to look up at him. Nodding, you keep your arms around him as you look into his eyes.

“And you said I didn’t need to worry about you,” he says playfully, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Now you know how I feel all the time,” you reply.

He helps you to your feet, keeping a hand on you. Your students are out of the closet, and when one sees you, they all look up.

“You’re dating a narc?” someone asks.

“SWAT, actually,” Deacon replies, smiling easily. “Everyone alright?” He gets mixed nods and muttered yeses before he adds, “EMTs are outside to give you a quick check before you go home to your parents.”

The same student who wanted to know who texts you throughout the day pauses by your side to whisper, “He’s cute. Good job.”

You roll your eyes and hug her quickly before tucking yourself into Deacon's side.

“Nice work with the code word,” Hondo says, moving to stand beside Deacon. “You might’ve saved some lives today.”

“That was all Deacon,” you reply.

“No, no, I was going to charge in here and get everyone killed,” he admits. “I was worried and Hondo made me wait. How’d you get him to turn his back?”

“He wanted to see the display,” you explain, pointing to it. “Figured I could at least kill some time telling him to look for something that wasn’t there.”

 “How’d you know we were out there?”

“I didn’t know who was out there, but I saw the edge of a helmet in the window.”

“Oh, that was me. Which makes me the savior, no?” Hondo teases.

“I think she’s still the savior,” Deacon replies, tipping his head toward you.

“But you saved me, so what’s that make you?” you reply.

Deacon smiles as he loops his arm around you again.

“Get out of here,” Hondo grumbles.

✯✯✯✯✯

You spend the evening wrapped in Deacon’s arms. And his shirt that you stole.

“It’s okay to not be okay after something like that,” Deacon whispers, holding you against his chest as a forgotten movie plays in the background.

“I’ll be okay,” you promise. “All I could think about was you. I was texting you when he came in, and then you called right before he crushed my phone. Then you saved me.”

“What did your text say?”

“Not much. All I got was ‘I love you. There’s’ before the door opened and I stopped,” you answer, tracing shapes on Deacon’s chest.

“You started with I love you,” Deacon muses, shaking his head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you. Thanks for saving me.”

“Anytime.”

You lay down on his chest and kiss his jaw, glad to be alive, home with Deacon, and in his arms.

“That wasn’t an invitation to get into trouble on a regular basis,” Deacon adds. “Just for the record.”

Deacon feels you laugh against him, your chest shaking against him as another kiss lands on his jaw. He doesn’t know how you deal with the uncertainty and the worry every day, but he knows he would do it a million times over for you.