#Chicago PD blurbs

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hey my lovely 🫶🏼 first I LOVE your smut, it's really just as good as your writing in general, so don't doubt that you're a great writer. 🙂‍↕️🫶🏼

second lmao i saw that you are accepting requests for Jay Halstead (my man), could you write one where he and the reader have sex in his truck? as if she rides him 😅

every time saw him get off her i was collapsing, it looked so good 😩

Only if this makes you feel comfortable and like i said if you still write about him, I send you all my love and hugs 🫂💌

in the car | j.h.

warnings!!: smut, p in v, car sex, pet names, daddy kink, degradation, oral sex (male receiving)

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It hadn't been your fault, really.

Ever since you two arrived at Molly's, he had been looking insanely hot and delicious. The shirt that hung onto his biceps a little too tightly, the way his spread thighs looked at you, begging you to go and sit on them. The booming laughter that escaped him every now and then.

Everything Jay was doing was driving you absolutely crazy. You had seen little of him in the past week because of a case he was working, so you were craving him way more than you usually would on a Friday night.

"Are you okay?" Kim snapped you out of your daze, looking at you worriedly. You looked around you and saw that none of your other colleagues were paying attention to you, which you were thankful for.

You cleared your throat, giving Kim an unconvincing smile in reassurance.

"I'm okay, just kinda tired" you explained, making the girl smile and nod in understanding.

You almost sighed in relief when she shifted her attention back to your friends, leaving you alone with your thoughts for a hot minute.

Your eyes naturally shifted towards Jay again, admiring him from every angle your mind could come up with. The way his eyes lit up whenever he laughed, the way he would slap his thigh every time someone would say something funny, the way he was just so effortlessly hot.

Jay knew you were all hot and bothered for him. He knew your body inside and out, so it was easy for him to pick up on the little gestures you always did when you were horny.

He got smug when he would think about it, knowing how much torture it was for you to not be able to jump his bones right then and there.

Half an hour later, much to your relief and excitement, Jay had decided you were both going to call it a night, much to the dismay of your friends.

"Come on man, you barely got here" Ruzek complained, throwing his hands in the air.

"Sorry man, we'll stay some other time" Jay said, taking your hand in his while trying hard not to smirk.

If only they knew why you were leaving early...

You waved at your friends one last time before Jay held the door open for you, the fresh air hitting you instantly as you stepped out of the crowded bar.

You both walked in silence towards Jay's car, just enjoying the quiet and peace of the young night.

"I hope you know you're in for a treat tonight" Jay whispered in your ear once you got to his car, holding the door open for you.

You looked at him and bit your lip, trailing a hand down his chest.

"Can't wait, daddy" you whispered seductively in his ear, biting on his earlobe before getting into the passenger seat.

Jay let out a shuddering breath, his pants tightening even more around his crotch. He cursed under his breath as he rounded the car and got into the driver's seat.

He started up the car and started driving, his knuckles clutching tightly at the steering wheel. You tried to hide your smirk so he wouldn't see it, but were failing miserably.

"You think this is funny? This is all your fault" he said, pointing to his crotch where you could clearly see how hard he was.

You bit your lip as you stared at his boner, licking your lips. An idea suddenly sparked into your mind, making you smile. You unbuckled your seatbelt and scooted closer to the console, a hand slowly running up and down the inside of his thigh.

"Stop, I'm trying to drive" Jay warned you, his knuckles a hot white as his grip on the wheel tightened.

You didn't pay him any mind, your hand now trailing directly over his bulge. You bit your lip as your hands slowly unzipped his pants, your hand massaging his hard cock over his boxers.

Jay let out a strangled groan, trying to focus on the road ahead instead of you touching him where he desperately needed to be touched.

"I know you don't want me to stop" you said nonchalantly as you put your hand in his boxers and freed his aching cock, the tip an angry red and leaking precum all over his pants.

Jay didn't say anything, but the loud moan that erupted from his throat as he felt your warm mouth envelop his cock. You immediately got to work, sucking harshly and playing with his heavy balls. He sucked in a breath as he felt you taking him cock all the way down your throat, your gag reflex long gone by this point.

"Oh shit" Jay moaned out, one of his hands tangling into your hair, pushing your head further down his cock.

You were sucking and slurping at his length like it was your meal, fondling his balls and applying pressure on the thick veins popping out. You were so focused on sucking him off that you didn't even realize he had pulled over on the side of the road.

Feeling him swell in your mouth and his veins throbbing, you lifted your head with a pop, wiping the corner of your lips.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N" Jay said, breathing loudly to catch his breath as he chuckled.

"We're not done, baby" you said, making him look at you hungrily.

You got up from your seat and jumped into his lap, getting comfortable once he pushed the seat back so you had more space.

Smashing your lips against his, his hands were gripping your hips tightly, your panties-covered pussy rubbing against the length of his dick as you grinded your hips against his.

You were so horny, so desperate to feel him that you reached your hand down and pushed your panties to the side before you took his cock in your hand and lined it up with your entrance, moaning into his mouth as you slowly slid down on him.

"Fuuck" Jay moaned, the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around him making his eyes roll in the back of his head.

You slowly took in all of him, stopping when you were sat on his thighs, closing your eyes to take in the feeling of his cock stretching you out perfectly, his tip nudging at your cervix as your walls contracted around him, his protruding veins tickling your insides.

"You feel so fucking good" you whimpered, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself.

"I can feel your juices dripping down on my cock, so fucking hot" Jay said as he placed open mouthed kisses all over your chest, sucking on the flesh of your breasts while trying to ground himself and not cum too soon.

You bit your lip as you slowly started lifting yourself up and down on his cock, swallowing him whole every time you would go down on him. The angle at which his cock was hitting all of the right spots inside of you made your toes curl and your mind go fuzzy.

Jay held your hips in his hands and guided you up and down, helping you maintain a rhythm. You were now bouncing up and down on his cock, your nails digging into his shoulders as moans kept escaping your throat.

"You feel so fucking good, daddy. So big and perfect just for me" you mewled as you collapsed onto his chest, your thigh burning with exhaustion.

"Such a good girl for me, you're doing so good fucking yourself on my cock, dirty girl" he grumbled as he lifted his hips and started pounding into you, making you scream out in pleasure and screw your eyes shut.

The windows were fogged up, the car rocking with how fast Jay was now pounding into you. His tip was hitting your cervix repeatedly, making the coil inside of you grow hotter by the minute.

"You're gonna make me cum, daddy" you stuttered out, your brain fucked out and your body slumped against him.

Hearing that, Jay immediately brought a hand to your clit and started drawing quick circles on it, applying pressure while doing so. His orgasm wasn't far behind, but he wanted you to cum with him, to fill your cum dripping down from your pussy as he filled you to the brim with him cum.

"Cum for daddy, baby. Let go for me" he whispered against the shell of your ear, picking up his brutal pace even more and his hand speeding up working on your clit.

It only took a few more thrusts before you were screaming out his name, your pussy walls clamping down and pulsating so harshly around his cock that his orgasm hit him with full force, his toes tingling as he shot rope after rope of cum deep into your pussy.

"Oh my God" you squealed when you felt his cum spreading through you, triggering yet another orgasm from your pussy, milking him for all he was worth.

Jay was thrusting up lazily as he emptied his heavy balls inside of you, feeling slightly overstimulated as your pussy kept fluttering against his cock, almost like you didn't want him to ever pull out.

Slowly, you both came down from your thighs, breathing heavily against one another.

You lazily picked up your head from his shoulder and smiled at Jay, leaning down to peck his lips a couple of times.

"That was so hot" you murmured against your lips, making the both of you burst out laughing.

Yeah, it was fucking hot.

And you would do it again anytime.

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Officer Down | J.H.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Summary: Jay takes a hit to the chest during a shootout and gives you quite the scare. Based on episode 6x2.

A/N: I finally wrote something!! (Shocking I know) it only took me 7 months but I’ve finally got a new fic for yall. I’m sorry for being so slow to write but the last 7 months have been ROUGH.

I’ve been wanting to write this fic forever and was finally inspired to finish it after rewatching the episode. I don’t really like how this turned out but that’s what happens after writers block I guess

Warnings: near death experiences, guns and shooting

Word Count: 637

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This case had been difficult for the team, Jay getting hit his hardest with his dad being one of the victims on the fire. The longer the chase for the arsonist, the more you could see him spiraling. You expected it, all things considered. Jay may have said they didn’t have the best relationship, but it was still his father. What you didn’t expect was for Jay to disobey a direct order from Voight and go after the suspect on his own.

After you took his truck and two way, you thought he would be safe, far away from the action. So when you heard his call come in over the radio, your heart sank to your stomach.

“This is 5021 George. Emergency. Shots fired. Offender down, need an ambo. Lower Wacker and Columbus.”

As soon as you heard his location, you took off running, Kevin close behind. Rounding the corner, you saw Jay unmoving on the pavement, his side covered in blood.

“5021 Victor. Officer down. I repeat, officer down. Lower Wacker and Columbus. Get us an ambulance!” You rushed to Jay’s side, leaving Kevin to take care of the offender.

You tried to stay calm as you ripped open his shirt, panic threatening to override your training. You could see he was bleeding from his side, but you couldn’t tell what the damage was from the other bullets.

“Jay? Hey, talk to me.” Your voice wavered.

Jay was breathing heavily, looking at you with wide eyes. You pulled his vest away from his body, feeling under it for the bullet.

“It didn’t go through. It didn’t go through.” You pressed on the wound at his side with shaky hands. “You’re gonna be okay. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

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You watched intently as the paramedics patched up Jay in the back of the ambulance. There were officers all around you, blocking off the scene and questioning the other members of the team, but you tuned it all out.

Once the paramedics were done treating him and he had gotten a thorough scolding from Voight, you made your way over.

“Hey.” You took a seat next to him. “You gonna be okay?”

Jay looked at you sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m okay. No serious damage, just a few stitches and some major bruising.”

“Good.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t stop myself.” He said quietly.

You nodded lightly, giving him a small smile and patting his leg gently. “I know.”

The paramedic came back over and you used the interruption to excuse yourself. You could feel the aftermath of the situation setting in and you needed to get away from the scene.

You heard footsteps behind you and Kevin appeared at your side. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yep, I’m good. I’m fine.” You replied, unable to keep the emotion out of your voice.

Kevin put a hand on your arm, slowing you down and turning you towards him. “Woah, woah.” You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes as you met his gaze. “Yeah, that’s the adrenaline wearing off. It’s okay.”

“I thought he was dead.” You choked out the words.

Kevin put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “So did I.”

As the two of you made it back to the cars, he brought you in for a hug. You gripped his shirt tightly, embarrassed by your crying, but soaking in the comfort after the emotions of the past hour. You knew out of anyone, Kevin would never judge you for being human.

“I gotcha.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. “C’mon, Sarge said we’re done for the day. Jay’s in good hands. I’ll drive you home.”

You spared one last glance back towards Jay as you got into the car, only to find him looking right at you, his face etched with concern.

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[solesommerso]

blacklit paradise au! — aftermath —

“You’re smoking?” Jay startles at Sarah’s voice, quickly taking the cigarette out of his mouth, about to crush it out in the glass ashtray sitting on the small table he keeps on the balcony of his apartment but Sarah shakes her head to stop him.

“Don’t tell Voight.” She lets out a small puff of air, Jay thinks it’s an attempt at a laugh.

“Calm down I won’t tell your boss you’re smoking, your brother on the other hand…” Reese trails off and grins when Jay glares at her.

“Don’t you dare.” He points his two fingers holding the cigarette at her with a serious tone, though the smile on his lips cuts through it all. He’s just happy Sarah’s outside, and smiling.

“Your secrets safe with me.” The plastic chair Sarah pulls to sit in front of Jay makes a scraping noise against the concrete. It sounds oddly like the scrape of the dresser in front of the door the night Jay had to— he shakes the thought away, taking a drag of his cigarette and holding it a little longer than normal.

“Natalie went back to work today, I’m officially the last one left.” Sarah tries to sound nonchalant but Jay can see the hurt written across her face as she plucks Jay’s half drunk soda from the table, looking anywhere but at Halstead.

“You’re allowed to take your time, your stitches haven’t even healed.” He assures and leans his elbows onto his knees, a way to be closer to Sarah, as if some threat is going to pop out of nowhere and he’ll need to jump up to save her. God he feels like he did when he got home from Afghanistan, which is a scary thought he chooses to ignore.

“I know, that’s all anyone’s been telling me. I just- I’m staying in your apartment, waking up either panicking so bad I throw up or start sobbing, I can’t even look at my own clothes so I’ve been wearing yours and- I just feel so fucking broken.” Her chest heaves as she sighs, sipping at the coke in her hands, leg bouncing against the chair under her.

“Hey I haven’t gone back to work either, and I catch myself counting your breaths when you’re sleeping on the couch, and I triple check the doors locked after I come home, and I could keep going. The point is, we’re both going through a lot and that’s okay, we’re gonna be okay.” Their eyes meet and Sarah nods faintly before bringing her drink to her lips again.

“But stop stealing my drinks.”

[gregorygerwitz]

Halstead, PI

“What are you planning on doing, exactly?” “Whatever comes to me. I won’t know what the jobs are until they find me.” “You want to be a... Private eye?” “Private investigator. But yes.”

Four years in Afghanistan ended in a medical discharge, and then Jay was back home, struggling to get his feet under him. There were nightmares and too many drinks to swim though, a funeral to help plan and then attend, and then the argument that ended in him being less than welcome at his childhood home. Getting his PI license was just supposed to be a stopgap, something to supplement a living until he found something more steady, but it wasn’t enough.

It didn’t cover a rent payment, or a car, it barely even paid for groceries once a week. It wasn’t enough to keep him alive, let alone off the streets, and it was only by some miracle that he wasn’t completely screwed over when things started to crumble.

He had a set of shoulders to lean on in the form of Gregory Gerwitz IV - aka Mouse. They’d relied on each other enough overseas, clung to life together after an incident that took out the rest of their unit, managed to keep in touch once they were settled into their old lives in Chicago again. Only, where Jay had had an argument with his father that led to fending for himself, Mouse had a lot of cushion to catch him if he fell. He had a family name, and a huge trust fund, and a penthouse with an extra bedroom that he was willing to let Jay use for a few months.

“You’re a lifesaver, man. Seriously, thank you.” “You don’t have to thank me. Just don’t track dirt in, okay? The rent comes out of my father’s pocket, but cleaning comes out of mine.” “What if I clean up after myself?” “I’d make a few calls to let the media know. You’ve never cleaned up anything in your life.”

Borrowing a bedroom was only the beginning. Among other things, Jay had access to free food, a shiny car, and his best friend’s computer knowledge. He lost count of how many cases were solved due to Mouse and his laptop, how many bullet holes had ended up in the Ferrari, how many times he’d been scolded for leaving crime scene photos spread out over the living room floor...

But that had become his life, as odd as it seemed. He bounced from case to case, used his meager earnings to pay for dinner once a month or fixing the paint job on the car he’d been told to stop borrowing for his work. He spent weekends on the couch watching movies and making a show of vacuuming the crumbs out of the cushions. He spent birthdays and special events in a suit and tie, pretending he could do undercover work at Gerwitz family hosted fundraiser events.

It was his life, with his best friend there for every second of it, and he wouldn’t change a thing.

[study-coffee-chicago]

Just imagining Halstead sister watching “Outer Banks” and gasping and saying “JJ!”

And then Jay comes in and is like “Y/N? What’s up? You haven’t called me Jay Jay since you were like 12.”

“Not you. That show.”

And then Jay understands and she just laughs.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

I believe these may be words that you might be looking for?

He stares at you with deep intent in his eyes. For what, you weren’t exactly sure, but you had a few ideas yourself. His gaze was hardened, like that of a criminal, but as you looked deeper, you could see a soft, broken man. Beyond his calm exterior was a man crying out for help; he was a broken soul who needed a new passion to spark the flame which had nearly extinguished inside him. And you? You were that spark. Within his eyes you could see how brightly the flame of desire burned within him. How he wanted to pull you close and keep you near him, no matter the cost. And you knew, simply by the way his eyes met yours, that he would protect you and cherish you at all costs - even at the cost of his own life.

Oh Lord, Have Mercy....

Look at this face, I am speechless.

Can someone help with words

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Its not a fanfic, but I was watching the 4 episode of the 4 season of Chicago pd...

There's this interrogation moment and the thing that gets In my head is the way Hank Voight said Baby, its soo sexy and warm that I can't stop blushing over the ideia of how will sound in a romantic or sexual moment...not to mention the bright smile in his face...

Just a random thought on this Rainy sunday..

I don't know if you want to check the episode soo you can understand what I write

Hank Voight x Fem!Reader Blurb

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like this!

Hank pushed open the door to his house, sighing as he pulled his keys from the lock and set them in the dish nearby. He shut the door behind him, finding relief from the cold Chicago winters. Shrugging off his coat, he hung it on the nearby coat rack, along with his scarf. Moving a bit further into the house, he set his badge next to his keys, keeping his service weapon on his hip, just in case. He wouldn't leave anything to chance with his gun, as always. Then, he kicked off his shoes and pushed them aside.

Truthfully, it had been a hard day. They hadn't been able to track down a pedophile they'd been hunting. Typically, that meant Hank practically lived in his office, but it had been weeks and the trail had gone cold. He hated the cases he couldn't solve, and he knew his team was feeling the same way. Morale was low, so he forced everyone home for the night, including himself. He told them to rest, although he didn't plan on resting much himself. He walked into his dining room and to the liquor he had out on display, pouring himself a hefty glass of bourbon. Then, he sank down into a chair at his dining room table, settling in and pulling out his phone.

No new texts or calls.

He hummed and set the phone on the table, sitting in silence as he sipped the bourbon. He stared at the phone, contemplating what he should do. He knew if he went to bed, he would simply lie awake, so it wasn't something he wanted to do. He sat at the table, sipping the oaky sweet liquid until it was gone. Then, he got up and refilled his glass once more.

When he moved back to the table, he sat down and looked at his phone again, sipping once more before picking up the phone. He scrolled through his contacts until he got to the name he was looking for. He didn't call often, but when he did, he meant it. He needed it.

He pressed the 'call' button, then waited for the sweet voice on the other end to answer.

"Sugar, how are you?" your voice rang from the other end.

Hank hummed, giving a small, half-hearted smile. "Baby... I would be better if you came over tonight."

"Sure, I'll be over in a little while."

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When you arrived, you knocked on the door. It was a soft knock, allowing him to hear without you drawing outside attention to his house. You were his dirty little secret. Even though he only called you once every few months, you were always happy to spend the night with him. Since his wife had died, he sometimes just needed a woman to take care of him.

Hank opened the door after a short moment, allowing you to step inside before closing it. He helped you take your coat off, revealing a blouse with jeans that fit you just right. You kicked off your shoes and set them neatly beside his, then stood again to look at him. You smiled softly, kissing his cheek as he pulled you into an embrace. "Hey, baby..."

You smiled. "Hi, sugar. I'm glad you called." You'd always greeted him like this. You didn't know much about Hank Voight outside of his street representation. You knew he was a cop and you'd seen him around the city once or twice. You also knew that he knew everything about you, and when he needed a favor, you'd be inclined to help him. You'd taken to calling him 'sugar' because he was always so sweet with you, sweeter than he was with anyone else you'd seen him interact with. You always expressed how happy you were that he called, considering you also knew he liked to drink when he didn't have someone beside him.

"I'm glad you came, baby." He called you baby. Of course Hank knew your real name, and you knew his, but the two of you always called each other by these pseudonyms. It was simply just a thing you did. You didn't mind. The way the word 'baby' rolled off his tongue, in his deep voice, it made you shudder. You loved the way he spoke to you and the way he held you.

When he finally let you pull back, he didn't let you go. You could tell he was already two or three drinks in, although he held himself together pretty well. He was a lot softer when he was drinking like this, trying to make the memories of the day go away. He held you softly by the waist, humming as he looked over you.

"How have you been, sugar?" You moved your hand up to his face, stroking your thumb over the apple of his cheek. Hank shrugged and leaned into your touch. He didn't answer, but you could tell he wanted to talk about it. You pushed closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He returned your kiss by holding you closer, tilting his head to pull you in deeper, your lips moving in sync. After a blissful moment, the two of you pulled away, looking at one another. He pressed his forehead to yours, sighing softly.

"Pedophile case," he mumbled. "Couldn't catch him."

"Aw, sugar," you whispered, wrapping your hand around to the nape of his neck, stroking at the hair there softly. "I'm sorry... Those cases are always hard..."

Hank sighed softly, closing his eyes as he leaned into your every touch. "We tried for weeks... I've barely slept. We just... We couldn't get to him. He slipped through our fingers with every victim." He sighed shakily, and you could tell he was on the verge of crying.

Your heart ached for the man who was in so much pain. Losing his wife, his son, his best friend, and so many others took a toll on him. Again, he didn't call you often, but when he did, you always knew you had to come. He was dealing with too much pain, and by the time he called you, he was desperate. You let out a soft breath, kissing him again softly, then pulling back to lead him over to the nearby couch. You sat him down, straddling his lap, holding his face in your hands. He hadn't turned on many lights, so the darkness engulfed the two of you as you leaned down, kissing his lips with a sweet, soft embrace.

As he sat with you, he pulled you even closer. He didn't want to cry, but it was coming out. He pulled away, sniffling softly, his eyes wet. You pressed your forehead to his. "It's okay to cry, sugar... It's always okay to cry." He let out a soft sob, holding you tighter by your waist and back, pressing closer to you, as close as possible. "I've got you, I'm not leaving, sugar. I'm right here."

He nodded as he moved to press his head into your shoulder and neck, still crying softly. “These weeks have been so tough… I just… wanted to save them…”

“I know, sugar, I know…”

“I wanted to take them home to their families!” He sobbed, clinging to you for life, maybe a bit too hard. You knew you would come back with some bruises tomorrow, but you didn’t truly care. It had happened before, and people teased you about getting some rough sex, but you never gave in. You never told them what actually happened.

You winced silently, but clung to him as tightly as you could as well, knowing he wanted reciprocation. When you pressed into him tighter, he let go of you a bit, probably realizing how hard he was holding you.

After a few hours, Hank calmed down to a sleep, and you moved to lay him down, laying on top of him for a while. Then, you pushed yourself up when you were sure he was asleep, grabbing a blanket and casting it over his body. You leaned down and gave him a kiss, then grabbed yourself something to eat. It was nearly 4AM now, so you made sure everything was set, including his alarm for 6:45am. You locked his door and left out the back, hoping he would call you again soon, knowing he needed it.

[natti-ice]

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K’s Reading List — JANUARY

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

January was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

💜 — denotes a story written for my 4K celebration

@garrison-girl-08

F*ck Buddies - Tommy Shelby x Reader (ongoing mini-series) — some parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

A Moment of Happiness - Tommy Shelby x Reader (mini-series)

Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — some parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

Paranoia - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@apricotg0rl

Dangerously yours - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

@cillmequick

Ignoble Sins - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

The Lockdown Sessions: Oppenheimer Edition - Cillian Murphy x Reader (on-going series) — all parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

Dangerous Liaisons - Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons — contains VERY 🔞 NSFW themes!

@darklydeliciousdesires

Devastating - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

First Bloom - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

John Shelby blurb

@call-sign-shark

Of Bending and Breaking - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

The Lonely Rose - Alfie Solomons x OC (Fairytale AU)

Anon - Alfie Solomons x OC blurb

@zablife

All Mine - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Ada’s Tour of the Library - Ada Shelby & Reader — dark fic use caution!

@blueeyesandaflatcap

Inferno - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@noforkingclue

Misunderstandings - Carmen Berzatto x Reader — from The Bear

@mayfieldss

Point Blank - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Girl Dinner - Carmen Berzatto x Reader — from The Bear

@hereforhalstead

Pretty Girl - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

Interrogation - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

@sublimecatgalaxy

Tommy Shelby Blurb

@heavencanbeaprisontoo

Luca Changretta Headcannons

@dearshelby

Dues ex machina - Arthur Shelby x Reader

@peakyscillian

Back On Watery Lane - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@emotionalcadaver

Broken Pieces - Henry Wilson x OC — from Dunkirk

@toms-cherry-trees

Don’t Hold My Hand (I’ll Break Your Heart) - Tommy Shelby x OC (on-going series)

@calummss

John Shelby blurb

@disasterofastory

Haunt Me - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@cljordan-imperium

Tommy & Charlie blurb — 💜

@halsteadlover

Our Little Family - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

@padfootdaredmetoo

Fathers - Tommy Shelby & Finn Shelby

Sacrifice & Survive - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@saintmuses

“when she laughs, the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby” - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

“your breath in my face, your body close to me” - William Killick x Reader — from The Edge of Love

@red-riding-wood

Lost in the Rhythm - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 💜

@writeroutoftime

Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

@peakyscillian

Lazy Mornings - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains slight 🔞 NSFW themes!

[paintlavillered]

😳“good girl” is mY FUCKING WEAKNESS

Midnights by Taylor Swift prompt list

#13)  Good girl : Antonio Dawson

I’m obsessed with this prompt list 🖤👏🏼

He tells you, his dark eyes on yours as you take him even deeper into your mouth. His fingers are tangled in your hair, his hips slowly pressing more of his cock between your lip.

"Such a good girl, taking so much of me."

He groaned, his head tipping back as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked him even deeper.

"Such a good fucking girl."

[metaldeputy]

Cherrybomb by hyperrbolic_orange

@hyperrbolic-orange

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Eddie Munson/Gator Tillman Additional Tags: Crossover Pairings, Organized Crime, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings(eventually despite their best efforts), Hurt/Comfort, gator tillman has trauma, like a lifetime of trauma, dont worry were going to solve it with the power of That Dick, and also Talking About Our Feelings, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Service Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Gator Tillman, Sub Gator Tillman, Mean Dom Eddie Munson, Under-negotiated Kink, Happy Ending, despite the subject matter not a very angsty tone, sometimes humourous, well I think I'm funny, more trigger warnings in notes, Extremely Dubious Consent, consent becomes more enthusiastic as we progress, but the premise itself is super dubious so like, again this is a fic not real life so thats all okeydokey, Gator POV

Summary:

Munson just shook his head. “You’ve got nothing I want,” he said bluntly. Even as he said it, Munson looked back down at the polaroids still clutched in his hands. And then, watching him stare like he just couldn't help himself... it suddenly clicked. Bullshit, he had nothing he wanted. He sure as fuck did. “I do,” Gator said, his voice shaking just a bit. “I got something you want.” *** Bad things have happened to Gator Tillman. He’s had some not-so-good run-ins with some not-so-good people. Knowing it’s all just karma, reaping what he sowed, doesn’t make him feel better about it. And it won’t stop the nightmares, either. Two years later, Gator is working for the Chicago PD, trying to put the past behind him. But old habits die hard. After his partner sells him out, Gator finds himself in the hole with notoriously sadistic crime lord Eddie Munson. With no money and nothing to bargain with, Gator offers up the only he has left: himself. One week; that’s the deal. Gator belongs to Eddie for one week. But what starts as nothing but a deal to satisfy a debt quickly turns into something neither of them expected... but maybe something they both needed anyhow.

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Additional little blurb from Chapter 1 under the cut!

This needed to work, ‘cause if it didn’t... he had no more cards left to play. Munson’s eyes were wide. Not angry anymore, but not excited either. They flicked from Gator’s face to the picture he was holding up and back again. He chewed his lower lip, then wet it with his tongue. “What are you offering?” He spoke quieter now, his tone almost hesitant. Like Gator might be pulling the sort of shit he’d seen in those old cartoons, offering him a football to kick only to yank it away at the last second. Gator lowered his own voice to match. “What do you want?” he asked. Eddie gave him a hard stare, wheels and gears clearly turning in his mind as he did some kind of mental math. Two hundred thousand dollars taken out of his flesh was one whole hand. Gator wondered what it added up to, if he took it from his flesh this other way. “One week,” Munson said.   “Huh?”   “You heard me. One week. You’re mine for seven whole days, Deputy.” His eyes drifted down Gator’s body, still backed up against the dresser. That smile was back again, the one that made Gator think of hungry monsters. “One week to do whatever I want with you. Deal?”  Gator gulped. “Deal,” he said.  

[cutielando]

I’ve never requested anything before. Hope I’m doing this right

jay/x

smut /dirty talk

In bed

misbehaving | j.h.

warnings!!: 18+, SMUT, p in v sex, oral (female self-inducing), spanking, dirty talk, degradation (only slightly)

my masterlist

Jay had been itching to get home since noon, when you had sent him some very enticing pictures in lingerie, gushing about how much you missed him.

“Please come home”

“I miss you so much”

“I need your hands on my body so badly”

“I’m touching myself, imagining your fingers stretching me out instead of my own”

He was barely keeping his composure, coughing and rearranging his pants around his crotch every couple of minutes.

Time seemed to stand still, almost going backwards as he desperately waited for the moment he was allowed to go home, to ravage you and take out his pent-up frustrations on your body.

And then, the clock finally struck 5 o'clock, and Jay couldn't get out of the precinct faster. As soon as he got into his car, he was speeding through the city, his only concern was getting home and getting you into his bed.

Meanwhile, you were frustrated that Jay hadn't indulged you in your little game, your cunt aching with need and anticipation. So you did the only thing that came to your mind: you started taking care of the problem.

Settling comfortably on your shared queen-sized bed, your hand slowly traveled all the way down your body until in reached your core, your juices running down your thighs and soaking into the sheets. You slowly started rubbing circles on your swollen clit, shivers immediately ripping through your body.

"Mhm" you slowly moaned, biting your lip as you closed your eyes and continued rubbing circles on your clit, your fingers gradually moving downwards towards your slick opening.

"Oh Jay" you moaned out as you sunk 2 fingers into your hole, imagining Jay's rough and long fingers instead of your slim ones.

Jay had arrived home in that meantime, listening to you playing with yourself from outside the door. His cock grew harder and harder with each moan and breath you let out, making his jeans incredibly uncomfortable on his body.

When he'd had enough, he barged into the room, startling you as you let out a shriek. You quickly took in the sight of your boyfriend, eyes immediately landing on his huge boner in his pants. Instead of greeting him or even saying anything, you inserted your fingers back in your dripping hole, your other signaling for Jay to come to you.

"I need you so bad, baby" you moaned out, biting your lip as your eyebrows scrunched up in pleasure, your thumb swiping over your clit every time you would pump your fingers in and out of your cunt.

"Dirty fucking girl. Texting me at work, getting me hard the entire day and now playing with herself like a whore" Jay panted as he quickly took off all of his clothes, hissing once his cock was finally freed and the cool air of the room washed over it.

You hungrily eyed his leaking rock hard cock as you sped up your movements, your free hand now pinching your nipples hard as you felt your orgasm slowly starting to approach.

"Fuck me, Jay. Please fuck me, baby, I can't take it anymore. Need your big cock so badly-" you were a moaning mess and your words suddenly died in your throat when Jay forcefully removed your fingers from your pussy and instead thrusted his cock all the way to the hilt in one swift movement.

"You're so fucking wet, so ready and willing to be a cock-drunk whore" Jay said, not moving an inch. He reached his hand down to your clit and started massaging it as he stood still, hungrily watching you squirm and try to fuck yourself on his cock.

"Please, oh God, fuck, please just fuck me" your walls squeezed around his cock at the sentence, making Jay hiss and close his eyes.

He had been so pent up the entire day, his boner only growing worse at the messages you had sent him. Now that he had you squirming in desperation underneath him, he had never felt as powerful before.

Jay slowly started thrusting in and out, building a rhythm of pounding harshly into your poor pussy, making you see stars. His pace was unforgiving, his heavy balls slapping against your pussy each time he thrusted in and out of you, hissing and groaning at the feeling of your walls tightly sucking him in every single time.

“My dirty fucking girl. So needy and desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Just desperate to get fucked by my fat cock” Jay teased, his hands trailing upwards until they reached your hardened nipples, pinching at them and making you whine out.

“I’m your good girl, daddy” you moaned out, the feeling of his cock driving in and out of your pussy at a rapid pace making your brain mushy.

Jay chuckled tauntingly, grabbing a hold of your hips and speeding up even more.

“Oh my God, you feel so fucking good” you squealed, your hands wrapping around the roots of your hair as your cunt just took the extreme pounding it was getting.

Jay was as much of a mess as you were. His balls were tingling, anticipation to finally let go of all the steam that’s been building up since the morning.

He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, signaling how close you were to your orgasm. He knew you couldn’t think or speak because of how fucked out you were.

His hand traveled down until it landed on your clit, immediately pressing down and rubbing rapid circles on it.

“I’m, oh my God, I’m gonna cum Jay, I’m gonna cum” you moaned out, your eyes now wide as you settled back on your elbows, the intensity of the imminent orgasm making your toes curl.

And just like that, as Jay continued to brutally drive his cock inside of your abused cunt, the coil inside of you snapped and your orgasm flowed through your body, your limbs going limp and your legs shaking around his waist.

The orgasm that ripped through your body was so intense, making your eyes roll in the back of your head and no sounds whatsoever to come out of your mouth. Your lips were agape as your face was scrunched up, Jay’s thrusts prolonging the intense orgasm even more.

“Shit” Jay groaned out as his own orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, burying himself as deep as he can as he shot ropes of cum directly against your cervix.

The feeling of his warm cum inside of your walls made you moan out and bite your lip, your walls tensing around his waist as you milked his cock for all he was worth.

You both remained in that position as you both slowly came down from your highs, his softening cock slipping out of your overstimulated cunt and making you moan.

Jay settled down on the bed next to you, trying to catch his breath.

“That was…” you started, panting still.

“Amazing, as always” he finished for you, making you chuckle and nod.

“Remind me to misbehave more often”

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[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

I know I haven’t posted any fics in a while cuz the writers block has been blocking but I want to write some blurbs to try and work through it so

Please send me blurb/drabble requests for any of the following characters:

JJ Maybank- Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron- Outer Banks

Kiara Carrera- Outer Banks

Chris Alonso- Swat

Jay Halstead- Chicago PD

Ace Hardy- Nancy Drew

Toni Shalifoe- The Wilds

Anthony Bridgerton- Bridgerton

Jackson Avery- Greys Anatomy

Nicholas Scratch- The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Nikolai Lantsov- Shadow & Bone (show version)

(I’ll consider other characters if I like the request)

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[ao3feed-chicagofire]

modern family aus

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QRj0tf

by firetruckstuckley

the one with the “talking heads” or interviews as well as blurbs based on modern family, 911 and one chicago. some prompts will be from modern family, or other shows or just random ones.

Words: 43, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of modern family aus

Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV), Modern Family (TV 2009), Chicago Fire, Chicago PD (TV), Chicago Med

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Matthew Casey, Kelly Severide, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Karen Wilson, Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Athena Grant, Bobby Nash, Cindy Herrmann, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes, Maddie Buckley, Howie “Chimney” Han, Jay Halstead, Wallace Boden, Ravi Panikkar, Sylvie Brett, Stella Kidd, Kim Burgess, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, April Sexton, Maggie Lockwood, Natalie Manning, Christopher Herrmann

Relationships: Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson/Karen Wilson, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Athena Grant/Bobby Nash, Christopher Herrmann/Cindy Herrmann, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Maddie Buckley/Howie "Chimney" Han

Additional Tags: AU, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, married, bobby and athena are tired parents, Bobby and Athena are Buck’s parents, More tags to be added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QRj0tf

[gregorygerwitz]

Adam + New Girl AU

It had started with a fight with his father. It was over something stupid, like deciding not to go to college when the opportunity was at his fingertips, or enrolling himself in the police academy, or how he was planning on moving out the second he had a steady income. The house was fine, really, it was just that his father was there. There was a figure looking over his shoulder every minute of the day, complaining that everything he did was wrong - either he was getting a lecture for not trying to join the police force, or he was getting a lecture for stupidly filling out the academy application.

He just wanted out, that was all, not even necessarily forever. But when the fight led to him getting yelled at that he might as well leave right then if he wanted it that badly, something occurred to him.

Adam made a friend the very first week in the academy - Jay Halstead, former Army Ranger, smile that could power the entire city, eyes that were just as bright as long as you didn’t look too closely, all the clichés - who just so happened to be looking for a third person to split the rent with. Luckily, Jay and his other roommate - Mouse, it was explained to him, and he didn’t ask why the richest twenty-something in Chicago was choosing to go by such a silly nickname - didn’t mind that it would take a while for him to start getting a paycheck. Well, mostly it was Mouse who didn’t mind, since he was paying for most of the bills, but he still took the charity for all it was worth.

For a while, things were perfect. He and Jay moved through the academy and then onto the force, though at first stationed in different districts. Jay got his detective’s badge while Adam was still stuck in a patrol car, and then used his sway a few months later to make sure they were in the same unit when a spot opened up. They saved money by carpooling, that was for sure, until...

Things changed. For eight months, he was going to be just him and Mouse in the four bedroom apartment, without all of Jay’s things to fill the space. As much as he’d always longed for independence, and was proud of the accomplishments he’d achieved - he was going to be a detective, too, by the end of the year, thank you very much - there was too much for just the two of them, and it wasn’t fair at all for Adam to make the one other person willing to live with him pay for almost everything.

Jay’s room was loaned out to another member of their unit, Antonio, just until the word divorce wasn’t being thrown around his house anymore. But they still had one more room to fill. And there was no guarantee that Antonio would stay the full eight months until Jay got home. And, technically, it was Mouse’s idea to put up the ad for the extra room on Craigslist.

The fact that their newest roommate, Kim, was just starting over, almost how he was when he moved in all those years ago, it was really just a coincidence. That coincidence didn’t stop him from liking her, or from liking her, even if he could never admit it to anyone else they lived with.

[leabharlannbeagatareisdorcha]

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