#( i've gone fully feral ty for this )

[lcfthaunted]

Seven. Her breath audibly escapes. Turning her face away, she takes a moment to breathe, careful and even. It takes several too-fast heartbeats before she’s able to answer him. “They’ll come for me,” she confirms. “Don’t know if they’ll come this far out. It’s not like they have a way to track me.” Thinking about the logistics of Better Living retrieving her calms her a bit. She trusts Mallaidh not to give up until either she’s back in the city or confirmed dead, but… “If they don’t find me in the first few zones, they might try to write me off as dead.”

She meets his gaze again, considering him for a heartbeat. She has hidden behind this shiny veneer for a decade, with only her sister allowed to see past it, but… so far from the city, from the company’s view and reach, without the constant threat of surveillance she lives under… she makes the perhaps reckless decision to be honest. She's more than a placid piece of plastic, but how much more is the line she has to walk. Understanding the machinations doesn't mean knowing the granular details, after all.

“They’ll use this, you know. If I don’t get back fast enough, they’ll use my disappearance to turn against all desert dwellers. To further their control over the city. I have a significant following, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my disappearance has already been noticed by some of them. My-” and she falters, gaze darting away briefly before returning to him, “I have people who won’t stop looking, but they aren’t enough to hold back the entire machine.” Honest as she’s being, revealing her understanding of the machine she’s a part of, she cannot reveal her sister. She’ll keep Mallaidh safe to her last breath, even if that ends up being much sooner than she originally suspected.

  It's hard to know what he'd been expecting – a spontaneous change of heart after a ride out spent in utter chilly silence? The initial haughty disbelief seems as good as he can ask for. Still, it touches his nerves. He resists pointing out the alternative to the faded couch is the floor, which is a generous word for bare concrete. At least this way, as she trades her faces for fronts, he can tell she's got a mind. And when the fear seeps through, he can tell it's a mind made of more than the deranged, plastic-wrapped placidity for sale in every district of the city, Neon or Silver.

  Despite all appearances, sun-baked and wind-weathered as he stands now, he'd had a first day. A time when every step out was the furthest he'd ever been. His mouth pulls into more of a frown, but his eyes and the edge of his tone soften.

  “Seven.” He pauses a beat to let it settle; officially, there is no seven. Officially, you cross that line, you cook. The hard lines are a fiction, of course, but settling here was a risk all the same, and an addendum's reassurance comes crawling up. “Only just. It's more on the outer boundary of six. Give or take a corner.” That, too, he leaves to land how it will while he considers the sleekness to her champagne hair the dust and terror haven't quite managed to erode yet, and what Diana told him to get him to agree to this at all. “...Will they come for you here?” Half a question of the risk he's taking. Half wondering if this, kidnapping and dust trails, is the thing that drives Better Living to brave the delicate edges of their bubble.

[gemstone-roses]

Frustrated

David deacon Kay (s.w.a.t) x reader

Summary: after a few bad dates leaves you... unsatisfied, deacon takes care of you. 18+ only there be smut ahead. Praise kink, teasing. Fingering. Pet names (honey, sweetheart). Deacon isn't married in this.

Warnings: mentions of bad dates not making reader cum, fingering, female reader.

A:N- I'm feral for this man. Minors be gone this work and this blog is strictly for those 18 and over. Reminder you are responsible for your own media consumption. Likes and reblogs much appreciated ty🥺 maybe I'll do a part two👀

"Rough night"? A gruff voice asks from behind his locker.

"Yeah something like that" you sigh, shutting your locker a bit too hard.

"Another terrible date?" He probes, shutting his own locker and looking at you.

You swallow, slightly embarrassed, and what makes it worse is that your having this conversation with the one man on your squad you've had a crush on forever, your closest friend on the team.

"Well, he got what he wanted, I uhm, ugh never mind" you chuckle nervously.

Deacons brows furrow.

"Anything I can do?" He asks kindly and you can't help the thoughts that swarm your mind, thinking of him, you, together.

It's been a rough shift, you excuse yourself to the bathroom of the bar the whole team is relaxing in.

Your wound up, the adrenaline from the day hasn't worn off fully, your not looking where your going when you bump into something hard.

Someone.

It causes you to stumble back slightly.

"oh sorry I wasn't paying attention" you say, resting your arm behind you on the bathroom door.

"Are you okay y/n?" His brows furrow again and your heart speeds up, he's so kind, so genuine, so hot.

"Y-yeah why" you say.

"You seem a little.. tightly wound today" he steps closer to you and you make no effort to move, allowing him to cage his arms on either side of you.

"I'll be okay, i just need to-

Deacon bites his lip, your brain short circuits for a moment.

"Need to what honey?" Deacon moves one of his hands to your waist, he strokes his thumb across your side.

"I need to, uhm, you know" you mumble, and deacon tuts slightly.

"Words honey" he teases and you take in a shaky breath

"I need to cum" you whisper, heat rising up your neck as you admit it.

Deacons chest heaves at your confession.

And with a surprising amount of confidence you add

"Make me cum, David?" And his lips are on yours instantly.

He kisses you furiously, pushing open the bathroom door with one hand and guiding you into it with the other.

You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him as he pushes you against the bathroom wall breaking the kiss to catch his breath.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" he confesses.

"Me too" you say and he smiles at you.

"You gonna let me take care of you honey?" He leans into your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses as you moan again.

Deacon moves his hand to the top of your trousers

"Come on honey what did I say? Use your words sweetheart"

"Yes" you huff out, desperate for his touch.

"Good girl" he touches his nose to yours as his hand finally dips below your waistband.

He runs his fingers up and down your clothed pussy a few times, humming in satisfaction.

"You're soaking" he whispers

"Deac" you whisper, leaning your head back.

He moves your panties to the side and slides a finger through your soaking folds, bringing it up to circle your clit.

He catches your moan in another kiss, this time a gentle one.

He rubs your clit slowly, applying pressure at the same time.

"You make the prettiest sounds" he says as he slides a finger into you.

"Oh deac" you whine.

He keeps one finger circling your clit as he pumps the other one inside you, seeing your reaction, he inserts another finger.

You feel a pressure building within, your breathing speeds up as deacon curls his finger to hit that spot.

"Oh fuck deac I'm gonna-

"You gonna cum for me honey? Already? You needed this didn't you sweetheart" he speeds up his fingers as he speaks, you grip his shoulders tight, your orgasm fast approaching.

"I got you, come for me honey"

"Fuck deac I- your words stop short as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"That's it, let go baby" he comforts you as you release around him.

"Oh my god" you whisper, coming down from your high.

"That was incredible" he groans, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Feel better?" He asks, embracing you, hands resting on your ass.

You nod, bringing your lip between your teeth.

"Shall we, get out of here?" You propose, eyes moving to the prominent bulge in his pants.

And deacon has never moved so fast in his life.