#Victor Alonso

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ultramundos | victor m. alonso

[achilles-rage]

Oblivious

summary: you're a part of 50 squad, but with street being your best friend, you spend more time with 20 squad. after a rough day at work, street invites you out with the rest of the team. when tan and luca notice you talking to a man at the bar, they take matters into their own hands, knowing that you're both too dense to realize the other's feelings.

word count: 3.1k

request: @heypeople2 - hi! i’d love a friends to lovers fic with street where the reader is on mumford’s swat team, but is friends with all of street’s team and hangs out with them often. maybe two oblivious lovers? if that makes sense!

A/N: i had no idea where i was going with this at first, but i like how it turned out! enjoy<33

TW: none, allusion to smut, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

You still remember every single thing that happened on your first day with 50 squad; it was a stressful day, and you weren’t even supposed to go into the field that day because you had suffered a shoulder injury and were still a few days from being cleared for going out into the field. The universe had different plans, however, and both 50 squad and 20 squad were called to the same place. They needed all the people they could get, so you were quick to tell Rocker you could step in. He wasn’t going to let you, not wanting to go against protocol, but the situation was extremely important, so he finally agreed.

You had a group of hostages with you, trying to take them down to the main floor of the building and to safety, when you saw another SWAT agent fall into the hallway a few feet in front of you, who you now know was Street. It was almost a blur how fast you moved, quickly ushering the hostages into the room you were in front of and moving to cover him, taking down the two suspects that had managed to get the upper hand on him.

From that day on, he was smitten. He was impressed by your skill, of course, especially after he learned that you were still injured, but he also thought you were gorgeous. If it wasn’t an active shooter situation, he would’ve had the time to watch your plush body maneuver through the doorway and take down two targets, how strong your thick thighs looked, how your gear clung to your soft belly and chest. Instead, he noticed after all the shooters were taken into custody, when you came over to ask if he was okay in the sweetest voice he’s ever heard.

You had noticed how attractive he was too, his broad shoulders, his lean torso. When you went to make sure he was okay, you were asking out of concern, but also because you were curious about him. He immediately continued the conversation when he told you he was alright, wanting to know everything that he could about you, and the rest is history. The rest of 20 squad quickly picked up on this new friendship, noticing the way your eyes would find each other in a room when the other person isn’t looking, and the way you talk to each other. They also quickly realized how truly oblivious you two were, as it seemed that neither of you knew the other person’s feelings.

Now, over a year later, you and Street are best friends, and it’s because of this that you find yourself hanging out with 20 squad more often than 50 squad outside of work, although you still love everyone on your own team.

“Rough day, killer?” you hear from across the parking lot as you step out of the armoured vehicle, groaning softly as you feel the pain in your shoulder. It may have been over a year ago, but after an especially hard day of work, your shoulder still gives you some trouble. It’s nothing some painkillers and a heating pad can’t fix, but until you get home and get them, the dull ache remains.

“You have no idea.” Street chuckles at your response, taking in your figure. He notices the way you’re holding yourself, he’s seen it before, he knows your shoulder is giving you trouble.

“We just got back a few minutes ago, we’re all going to get drinks. A drink or two might help with that.” he tells you, a smirk on his face as you walk over to him, starting to take off your gear.

“Yeah, alright. But it’ll be an early night. Want to share an uber over there? I don’t want to leave my car there overnight.” You want nothing more than to go home and lay on the couch with a heating pad over your injury, but as soon as the option of spending more time with Street appears, you can’t help but say yes. He shakes his head at your words, scoffing.

“I can just take you on my bike. I’m not drinking tonight.” he tells you nonchalantly, trying to ignore the feeling in his chest as he imagines you pressed against him on the back of his bike. He imagines your thick thighs wrapped around him, your torso against his back, even though he knows he shouldn’t be thinking about his best friend like that.

You tense at his words, your breath catching in your throat. You’re imagining the exact same scenario as him, but you can’t help the slight insecurities that race through your brain at the image. Your soft body pressed against his. He’d be able to feel every curve of your body, even the ones you usually keep hidden, knowing that although you’ve grown used to them, and are beginning to like your body again, not everyone likes to see them. You also think of having to sit on the tiny seat of his motorcycle, him having to hold up the bike along with your added weight, and you can’t help the nerves twisting at your insides. Imagining how you’d look squeezed onto the back of his bike is something you really don’t want to have to think about, so you’re quick to respond.

“No, that’s okay. I don’t want to-” He cuts you off, shaking his head as he speaks.

“Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to be spending money on an uber when you can just ride with me.” he tells you, but a hopefulness breaks through his features, lighting up his eyes ever so slightly. You pick up on this, and let out a sigh, knowing he won’t let this go. Maybe you can do it just this once, and then tell him it was too scary and you never want to do it again, you think. Maybe then, he won’t ask again.

“Alright, fine. I’m just gonna take a quick shower and change. I’ll meet you out here in 15?” you tell him, smiling softly as he nods. You turn and quickly walk into the building, making your way to the locker room.

The nerves are taking over every inch of your body as you rinse off quickly, your brain going into overdrive as you think about having to ride on Street’s motorcycle. It’s a short distance to the bar you guys usually go to, but it’s still a decent amount of time to be pressed up against Street.

Once you’re showered and changed, you go out to the parking lot, letting out a shaky breath before you get close enough to Street for him to hear it. He notices the way you’re still holding your arm a little awkwardly, and he feels a little bad for inviting you out.

“You take some painkillers already?” he asks softly, worry spreading across his face as you shake your head.

“I ran out. I’ll have to get some on my way home.” He turns and reaches into his bag, taking out a bottle of the same meds he’s seen you use. He never told you, but he went out and bought some when he found out which ones you prefer. He knows how much your shoulder bothers you after rough days, and he wanted to make sure you never have to go without them should you run out.

Your eyes soften as he pulls them out, and you take them from his hands. You take one quickly, then hand them back to him, thanking him softly.

He hands you his spare helmet once he puts the pills back in his bag and gets on, holding a hand out for you to get on behind him.

Your ascent is a little awkward, but you finally manage to get on with his help, your cheeks hot as embarrassment fills your stomach.

He finally starts to drive and you put your arms around his waist tightly, feeling your breath pick up as he turns onto the road. You know he can sometimes be a crazy driver, but he seems to hold back today, perhaps picking up on your nerves.

Street has a hard time focusing on the road as he makes his way to the bar; having you pressed up against him so tight has him fighting every urge to drive right from work to his house and dragging you upstairs to bed. The way your arms are tightly wound around him also gets him a little riled up; how you’re putting so much trust into him. He makes sure to take it easy. If anything were to happen to you because of his driving, he doesn’t think he would ever recover.

When you finally make it to the bar and walk in, Tan and Luca are quick to look over at you two, their eyes immediately going to each other with raised eyebrows as they see the way Street’s hand is on your lower back, and the way you’re looking over at him with twinkling eyes. They’ve been trying to get you two together for months; and they feel like tonight is finally the night they can make it happen. You catch up with the rest of the squad for a few minutes, before you lean to whisper in Street’s ear that you’re going to go get a drink.

“You want me to come with you?” he asks over the music and chatter of the bar, but you shake your head, giving him a soft smile. You tell him you’ll just be a minute before you turn and walk over to the bar, waiting for the bartender to finish with another customer.

“That’s a nice bike you rode in on. What year is it?” you hear a voice beside you speak. You turn with a raised brow, looking up at a man who came into the bar just after you, seeing you getting off of Street’s motorcycle.

“Oh, um, I have no idea.” you tell him, giving him a small smile.

“It’s a nice one, your boyfriend hasn’t told you anything about it?” Your breath catches in your throat at the word boyfriend. You feel embarrassed, but also a sense of pride that he thinks you’re dating him. You shake your head, letting out a soft laugh.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and he doesn’t talk much about it to me.” you admit sheepishly. The man gives you an awkward smile, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I just assumed-” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You give him an earnest smile, putting your hand on his arm as you tell him that it’s alright. You can sense he’s a little embarrassed, and that wasn’t your intention. It was an honest mistake.

You’re so focused on the man that you don’t notice that Luca and Tan’s eyes are glued on you the moment the man walks up to you. Smirks break out onto both of their faces as they watch, both of them having the same idea.

“Hey, Street. I think that guy’s trying to steal your girl away from you.” Luca teases Street as he motions over to you at the bar. Street turns in the direction Luca’s pointing at, about to tell him that he doesn’t have a girl, but his words fall short. He looks over just in time for you to give the man a smile as you place your hand on his arm, and he can feel the jealousy bubbling up inside him.

“Yeah, man. You should go get her, before he tries to take her home.” Tan chimes in, smirking as he sees Street’s fists clench at his sides and his jaw clenched. Street is seeing red at this point, imagining you going home with that man instead of him.

He marches over to you quickly, unaware that the rest of the squad’s conversations have died down, and they’re all now looking at the situation unfolding with smirks.

“Hey babe.” he purrs, wrapping his arms around your plush waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. He smirks at the man as he sees his brows furrow, feeling like he’s already won, but wanting to take it further.

“Uh, hey, Street. What’s up?” you ask, confusion laced in your voice as you turn your head to look at the side of his face. You’re used to his flirty tendencies, but this is definitely different than you’re used to.

“Just wanted to see if you were ready to go home.” he says in a low tone, kissing your neck softly. His eyes are trained on you, but he watches the man from the corner of his eye, his smirk widening as he sees the confused expression on the man's face and the way he takes a step back from you two.

“What are you talking abou-” You’re cut off by Street’s lips on yours, his hand coming up and using two fingers to tilt your head towards his. Your eyes widen in shock for a moment before you finally return the kiss, closing your eyes. He’s not sure what came over him at that moment. He’s wanted to do that since he met you, and watching you with another guy at a bar finally sent him over the edge. You pull back after a moment, turning back to the man, but realize he’s already walked away. You turn in Street’s arms, your eyebrows raised.

“What was that for?” you ask, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire, still reeling from the short kiss.

“He was flirting with you.” he states, as if that’s the only reason he needs. You laugh softly, shaking your head.

“He wasn’t flirting with me. He was asking about your bike.” It’s his turn to be confused. He stays silent for a moment, starting to think more clearly about what he just did. He kissed you, and you kissed him back, and you weren’t flirting with the man at the bar.

“Oh.” he says softly after a moment, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, his own still wrapped firmly around your waist despite his racing thoughts.

“Yeah, ‘oh.’ Why did you do that?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him. You think you saw jealousy in his eyes as he approached, but you’re afraid that you’re just seeing what you want to see.

“I don’t know. I had to. I don’t want to see you with someone else.” he says, just loud enough for you to hear over the music. Your drink is long forgotten now as your heart seems to beat louder. Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

“Why not?” You match his volume, and he almost has to bend down to hear you. He can see the glimmer of hope in your eyes, and he thinks that since he’s already gotten this far, he should just tell you the truth.

“I want you all to myself.” he states, smirking as he sees your eyes widen. Your lips part slightly as you try to think of what to say. He’s your best friend, and as deep as your feelings are for him, you’ve never had trouble speaking to him until now.

His eyes search yours as he waits for your response, and he sees the way your lips are beginning to twitch up into a smile and the way your eyes flicker down to his lips for half a second, so he takes his chance.

His lips meet yours again in a soft kiss, and it takes everything in him not to push you against the bar and take you right there. One of his hands reaches up to your jaw, tilting your head up into the kiss, deepening it. He smiles against your lips as you let out a soft whimper, and his other hand moves to squeeze your hip softly.

Your mind is reeling as you kiss him, and you’re not even worried about the way his body is pressed against yours as you get lost in the kiss. It’s not until you hear a loud clinking of a group cheersing their drinks that you pull back, breathing heavily. You have matching grins on your face as you stare into each other's eyes. Street’s eyes dart around the room before they land back on you. He leans in and whispers in your ear.

“You want to get out of here?” You bite your lip as you nod, neither of you even bothering to say goodbye to the squad as you make your way to the door.

The team have been watching the whole time, and they all fight back cheers as they finally see you two give in to one another. Chris chuckles as she watches you two leave, nudging Tan’s shoulder as she speaks.

“Finally. I was beginning to think your ideas were trash.” she teases him, which makes him shrug with a smile.

“They’re both idiots, but they’re perfect for each other, I guess.” The rest of the team agrees with Tan, and their conversations slowly move away from you two to other things, but none of them can wait to tease you two tomorrow.

When you get back to Street’s apartment, he immediately pushes you against the wall, his hands moving to your face as his lips meet yours in a searing kiss. You put your hands on his chest as he slots his knee between your legs, making your whimper softly.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” he murmurs against your lips, hands going down and clawing at the hem of your shirt, desperate to see all of you.

You smile against his lips, raising your arms as he pulls your shirt over your head. His lips are back on your in an instant, trailing down your neck to your chest. He nips and sucks at the exposed parts of your chest, and you tilt your head back to give him more access, one hand traveling to the back of his head.

“Please.” you manage to get out through pants, and that’s all he needs to haphazardly guide you down the hall to his bedroom. You bump into a few things on the way, but as soon as he has you sprawled out on his bed, everything else in the world is forgotten.

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S.W.A.T. (2017)

- Deacon Kay

- Chris Alonso

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ataraxia | victor m. alonso

[achilles-rage]

Proud Boyfriend

summary: even though you told deacon not to tell anyone, street finds out that you wrote and published a book, meaning the rest of the team quickly finds out as well. when you come to visit deacon at work, you find out that they know, allowing deacon (and the rest of the team) to praise you for all your hard work.

word count: 1.3k

A/N: this was requested by @twilightlover2007, this was so fun to write, i really hope i did the idea justice! enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

After finishing their takedown, Street and Deacon stand at their lockers, packing up their bags to go home. As Street says a quick goodbye to Deacon, he looks down at Deacon’s bag, noticing a book peeking out of it. He smirks, making a quick grab for it, looking over it.

“What’s this, Deac? Didn’t know you were a reader,” he teases as Deacon turns around with wide eyes, noticing what he was holding.

“Nothing. It’s just a book.” Deacon replies, trying to take it back as Street flips the book back over to look at the cover. He raises a brow, looking up at Deacon, a small smile forming on his face.

“Wait, did your girl write this?” Street says in disbelief, as Deacon sighs, shaking his head, a small smile making its way onto his face.

“Yeah, she’s been working on it for a while. Finally got it published. But she didn’t want me to say anything. Said something about it being awkward if anyone hated it, which is ridiculous,” he states. “I read it. It’s amazing,” he adds, nodding his head, his smile growing wider. 

Street laughs at your reasoning, shaking his head as he flips the book open, glancing over a few of the pages, Deacon watching proudly as he crosses his arms across his chest, standing taller.

“Look, don’t let her know I told you. And don’t tell anyone else, okay?” Deacon whispers as he hears Hondo, Chris, and Tan’s voices getting closer to the locker room.

“Don’t tell anyone what?” Tan teases, smirking as they walk in, walking up to the two as Deacon grabs the book back, trying to put it in his bag. 

Hondo raises his hands in mock surrender, noticing Deacon’s movements as Chris and Tan look over at Street, raising a brow.

Street shrugs, smiling at both of them, shutting his locker. Chris moves into his path to the door, crossing her arms, giving him a look. Street sighs, looking back at Deacon quickly before turning back to Chris.

“Deacon’s girl wrote a book.” he mutters, defeated. Chris scoffs, turning to Deacon, laughing softly.

“Why didn’t you wanna tell us? That’s great!” she says, Tan and Hondo nodding in agreement. 

“Yeah, man. I’d be telling everyone I know. I’m kinda surprised you’re not,” Tan tells Deacon, patting him on the back. 

“Believe me, if she’d let me, I would tell everyone. She made me promise not to. I’ve seen how hard she worked on it, and you should’ve seen how happy she was when she finished it. I even bought 10 copies when it was published, but I didn’t tell her. I wanna support her, but she’s being really lowkey about it, around people she knows, at least.” he explains, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling softly, finally able to talk about it with someone that will listen to his praise.

“That’s awesome. If I wrote a book, I’d make everyone I know buy a copy.” Tan jokes, opening his locker to grab his bag.

“Who’s writing a book? If it’s an autobiography you better make me look good,” Luca jokes, walking into the room, patting Tan on the back as he walks by. 

“Deac’s girl wrote a book,” Street says, crossing his arms over his chest as he turns to Luca.

“What? No way! That’s great, man,” he tells Deacon, wrapping his arms around him for a short hug.

“Yeah, I’m proud of her. She’s always wanted to be a writer. Honestly, I was gonna tell her it was good no matter what, but it’s really well done. I hope she changes her mind so you guys can read it.” Deacon replies, face growing hot, thinking of you.

“Oh, and before we go, I have to show you what we found on our other target. We were able to find his ex-girlfriends address, it looks like that was his old stash house. There’s some stuff we found that forensics wants us to see,” Hondo explains, the team nodding, grabbing their bags before following him to the lab.

As they walk out to the main area of the building, Deacon turns, seeing you walking towards him, a tupperware container in your hand.

“Hey, you said you might have to work late tonight, so I brought you some dinner just in case,” you explain, leaning into his embrace as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead quickly before you back up.

You’re met with a chorus of hellos from the squad. You smile, waving at them all, saying a quick hi back.

“Hey, I heard about your book, congrats! When do we get to read it?” Luca says, taking a few steps towards you, wrapping you in a tight hug. Your eyes widen as he says this, hugging him back stiffly, giving Deacon a glare over Luca’s shoulder.

Deacon smiles nervously at you, before looking down, fingers moving to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, Street saw it in my bag, so he had to tell everyone.” he explains, looking back up at you sheepishly, before glaring at Luca as he lets you go.

“Was I not supposed to say anything? I thought you were excited?” Luca says, a confused expression making its way onto his face, his smile slowly disappearing as he looks between the two of you.

“Yeah, I guess you missed that part of the conversation,” Deacon says to Luca. “I’m sorry, I’m just proud of you, I wish you’d let me tell people,” Deacon says, turning to you. Your eyes soften as you smile softly, your face getting hot. 

“He’s right. You should’ve seen his face; he just wants to praise his girl.” Hondo jokes, putting an arm around you, giving you a tight side hug. “If it makes you feel better, we’re proud of you too. We’d love to read it. Someday,” he says, giving you a wink as the rest of the team hums in agreement.

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll let you read it. But don’t expect me to give you a free copy,” you tease, biting the inside of your lip as you fight back a smile.

The team laughs, Street rolling his eyes, teasing you. “Of course. Wouldn’t expect a friends or family discount or anything,” he says, Chris punching his arm, shaking her head, smiling.

You laugh, looking down, feeling your chest swell with pride and excitement. You didn’t know they would want to read your book that bad. You look at Deacon as he smiles at you proudly, arms crossed across his chest, standing tall. He nods his head, a hopeful expression on his face. 

“We’re not done with this though. We’re talking about why you had a copy of my book here when you know how Street is,” you tease, pointing a finger at Deacon’s chest as Street scoffs, feigning offense.

Deacon laughs, pulling you into his chest again, hugging you tightly. You put your head on his chest, letting out a long exhale, your smile growing. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” He whispers in your ear, loud enough for Hondo to hear from beside you.

“We all are. You’ve got yourself a talented woman there, Deac.” he says, looking at Deacon, a smirk on his face.

“I know,” he says, kissing the top of your head, “I know.” he says quieter, loosening his grip on you, looking down at you with his eyes full of admiration.

“Hondo just has to show us something in forensics and then I’ll be ready to go. Do you wanna wait and we can go out and properly celebrate your book?” Deacon asks you. You nod, smiling softly.

“Fine,” you say, faking annoyance, leaning up to kiss him softly. “I’m gonna go say hi to Cortez quickly. Come get me when you’re done.” You tell Deacon, turning to walk to her office as Deacon watches you walk away.

“You did good, Deac.” Tan says, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as they begin walking to the lab.

“Yeah. She doesn’t happen to have a sister or anything, does she?” Street teases, which earns him a shoulder check from Deacon as the rest of the team laughs.

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David “Deacon” Kay - NSFW Alphabet

I’m so horny for this man so here you guys go 😭 Smut, 18+, age gap. Race inclusive and plus sized!reader inclusive.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He will pamper you like a princess after he’s done fucking your brains out. Cuddles, sweet talking, cleaning you up and bringing you water and snacks. He’s never too tired or worn out to take care of his princess. He’s always checking to make sure you’re comfortable and happy after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s an ass man, through and through. Watching you walk in front of him, bend over to grab something, he’s admiring and eyeing you like a hawk. The way the generous flesh bounces and jiggles has him going feral.

On him, he likes his hands. They’re large, calloused, and he loves watching you drool over them as he’s cooking or cleaning. He especially likes the way you tremble as he uses his hands to pleasure you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man will cum anywhere, as long as it’s on you. Your ass, your plush thighs or stomach, your face and mouth. He isn’t picky.

If you’re okay with it, his first choice would be to cum inside you just so he can watch it slip back out. And he’ll take his sweet time collecting it on those long fingers of his and pushing it back into you, just to hear you whimper.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would love to have a remote controlled vibrator, just so he can make you go insane while you’re out with him and the team. Messing with the settings as everyone’s gathered around eating, you squirming and grinding in the chair as he holds your thigh..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Obviously our silver fox is experienced. He knows exactly how to tease you and pleasure you, and he’s very open minded. He knows how to read your body language and move with you depending on what you like or don’t like.

If you’re more inexperienced going into a relationship with him, he’s more than willing to help you explore and figure out what you like. And if you’re younger, there’s an age gap between you two, he’s even more eager to show you how a real man does things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

There’s two positions that he likes to switch between: missionary and doggy.

He loves missionary because he gets to watch your every expression as he’s thrusting into you. The hitch in your breathing as he angles himself deeper, your furrowed brows and loud moans as he rubs your g-spot with the head of his cock.

With doggy, it drives him insane to see you arched back for him, head buried in the sheets as he pounds into you, gripping your cheeks and smacking the soft flesh.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If something funny were to happen, like you guys almost fell off the bed, he’d laugh with you. But mostly, he’s serious and focused. Sex with you is important to him, and he’s giving all his attention to making sure you’re happy and comfortable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

He keeps it trimmed and under control. His work requires him to always be organized and presentable, and that’s flooded over into everything he does, including how he keeps himself under the clothes.

He couldn’t care less about your hair. If it’s shaved, great, if it’s not, great. He’d probably appreciate a little effort to keep it neat, but he’s devouring you no matter what.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No matter how rough and intense he gets with you, there’s always an undertone of his love and adoration for you. His focus is always on you, if you’re enjoying yourself, if you’re comfortable. His pleasure is your pleasure.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Given how long his shifts and be and how intense the work is, he’s jerking off more than he probably admits. It takes the edge off, even if he’d rather have you there to help him.

Be prepared for pictures or videos of him jerking off while he’s gone, just so you know what’ll be happening when he comes home. And if you send them back, he’s saving those images and drooling over them later.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves being called daddy. He loves that he’s older than you, he loves that he has that authoritative edge, and knowing you trust him enough to have the control over you in the bedroom makes him happy.

He’d love to spank you, if you’re comfortable with it. As mentioned above, he loves your ass and having you over his lap, slapping and massaging those plush cheeks, would give him such a turn on.

Again, if you’re comfortable, choking. He knows how to make everything more intense and pleasurable, and seeing you under him with his hand around your throat, restricting your airflow just enough to make you gasp and squirm, the pleasure overwhelming you.. He’s feral.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the bedroom and having the comfort and space maneuver, but he’s content to take you anywhere. The shower, the tub, the kitchen, the couch, the car.. If there’s somewhere to bend you over he’s just fine.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You looked at him. You smiled at him. He heard you laugh. Literally, it’s just you. Everything you do he finds insanely attractive. He might be the dominant one in the bedroom, but he’s wrapped around your finger and everything you do brings him to his knees.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would make you uncomfortable, or anything that’s extreme (scat/piss play, anything with blood, etc.)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh his skill level is insane and god does he love to taste you. He loves nothing more than getting home from work and laying you out, burying himself between your legs. The things he can do with his tongue is illegal, and he knows just how to lick and suck until you’re a mess. His stubble teases your sensitive folds and adds the perfect touch. Those big brown eyes never leave your face the entire time (and god it’s a long time).

If you wanna suck him off, he’s more than happy to let you. He’ll gather up your hair in a pony and guide you along, his other arm slung over the back of the chair or behind his head. Casual enough that he’s looks so fucking good and it drives you even more to taste him. His voice husky and low and praising you the whole time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s content to move at whatever you’re feeling that day. If you want it slow, passionate love making, he’s thrilled. If you want it hard, rough, hair pulling and spanking and choking, he’s on board. You set it.

If he comes home and you can tell it’s been a rough day, you’re more than pleased to let him take it out on you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take the time and give you all the attention you deserve. But if he’s riled and you pull him into the bathroom or a closet, he’s down to fuck it out quick and take the edge off.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This man is down to try most things. You wanna try toys? Sure. You want him to tie you up? Hell yeah. Blindfold you, gag you, he’s open to it. As long as it doesn’t seriously hurt you, he’s game.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man is fit and horny as hell. He’s easily last 3 rounds before he’d have to take a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any, but if you did, he’d be eager to try them. Fucking into you with a vibrator to your clit, or using your favorite dildo on you. He’s confident enough about what he can do, he’d use anything you got to increase your pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The biggest goddamn tease. He’ll edge you until you’re in tears, make you cum so many times you’re a limp mess, use your toys on you before he even touches you. It’s criminal.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t shy at all about vocalizing his pleasure. Muffled moans, pants, grunts and groans. He knows you enjoy it, and he sees nothing wrong about showing how much pleasure you bring him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If he knows there’s something you like at the store, whether it be clothes or jewelry, he will hunt that shit down until he gets it for you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oh he is packing. It’s long, a solid 7 inches, and average thickness. He’s reaching all the right places.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I don’t think this man ever isn’t horny. He’s constantly touching and tugging at you. If you’re not in the mood he’d never push you. But it’s guaranteed if you’re in the mood he’ll help.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes a while to fall asleep afterwards. He’ll hold you close, gaze up at the ceiling or dimly admire you before he’ll begin to drift off.

God I need this man.

[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

Day off with Deac

@dizzybee03 - enjoy love! <3

“Good morning, trouble,” David said to you once you made it downstairs after you woke up from your post-shift nap. “How was your shift last night?” 

You glared at him and looked at your watch. “Considering it’s 2 p.m.?”

He laughed and handed you a bowl of cereal. 

“Rough shift?” 

“It was a blast – shootings, stabbings, and STEMIs, oh my!”  Your roommate laughed at you and shook his head. 

“Lay person language – please.” 

“Heart attacks, Deac. We had two shootings, an unrelated stabbing, and then a woman having a heart attack.” 

He held his hands up in surrender. “I just asked!” He took a sip of his coffee, “You and your shit ass calls.”

“You know I trained my ass off to take care of the sickest of the sick. I love getting the ability to do that when it comes around. The same as you cops and your adrenaline rushes. What are you doing home anyways?” 

“I’m off today, decided to take it and be lazy.” 

You looked suspiciously at your roommate. It was unlike him to just take a lazy day. He didn’t do that. But, you dismissed it. You met Deacon in school. He was in his BLET program while you were in paramedic school. Your classes trained together several times and you two simply became close. There was never a specific rhyme or reason other than your spirits meshed well together. You two began hanging out while in school grew extremely close. You started working in the same county which meant you ran a lot of calls together. You were broken hearted when Deacon left to go to a SWAT academy and advance his career with special training, but when he returned, the two of you picked up right where you left off as if there had been no hiatus. After several failed relationships on both of your parts, the two of you decided to move in together. The relationship between the two of you had been platonic, however, you couldn’t help but notice that things had recently become rather flirtatious between you two. 

“What are your plans for today?” Deacon asked you, looking over the rim of his coffee cup. 

“I hadn’t necessarily made any.” 

“Hang out with me?”  “And what makes you so special that I would spend my empty day with you?” You teased. 

You took a bite of your cereal and Deacon feigned a hurt look. 

“You know you’ve missed me these past few weeks that we’ve barely seen each other.” 

You paused and thought about it. He wasn’t wrong. Your time together lacked in quantity, but it had made up in quality. You would catch Deacon eyeing you in passing and even more noticeable was when you ran calls together. He was always more than willing to help you out with your patients and you always found him close to you in the back of the ambulance. Granted, some calls didn’t allow for personal space for anyone involved – personnel or patient, but the vibe with your roommate was… different. 

He began walking around your house together in a towel after showers as opposed to the shorts and shirt he used to put on. He would playfully tickle you or grace his fingers across your arms or waist. He would snapchat you pictures of him in his uniform while on duty and you couldn’t deny that he looked delectable. He knew it. You knew it. He knew that you knew it. So you began returning the favors in returned pictures in your own uniform – occasionally in your undershirt with the best angle of your cleavage. 

You couldn’t remember when you two began spiraling into the friends with benefits status that was inevitable. The only thing? You hadn’t gotten the benefits yet. It didn’t take long to convince yourself that spending your day off with Deacon may not be a bad idea after all. 

“Fine, but only if I get to pick the movie we watch.”

Deacon winked and pointed a finger at you, “Promise it will be a scary movie so you’ll snuggle up to me, bury your face in my neck, and pretend you’re scared?” 

You raised both eyebrows at Deacon. He was being rather forward today. Not that you minded. 

As you snuggled up onto the couch with him, you caught a hint of bourbon on his breath. 

“What’s got you so suddenly brave today?” You asked him, poking his bottom lip with your finger, hinting that you smelled the alcohol on his breath. 

“Man can’t enjoy a drink on his day off?” 

You felt him snake his fingers up underneath the hem of your t-shirt. He squeezed your hip. 

You mimicked his behavior and teased his lower abdominal muscles with your fingertips underneath of his shirt. His moan at your touch was not lost on you. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, “Have I struck a nerve?” 

“Not yet,” he teased, “Gotta keep going to find it.” 

His voice was nearly an octave deeper as he watched you watch your hand disappear underneath of his shirt. 

You didn’t stop until you reached his pec. You teased his nipple with your fingertips and giggled when you noticed his breath hitch. 

“What’s so funny?” He asked sensually. 

“Such a big… strong… man, so easily unraveled with just…” you softly trailed your hand from one side of his chest to the other, “one… simple… touch.” 

He inhaled sharply. “Not just any touch.” 

“Yeah?” you asked, genuinely curious. 

“Yeah…” 

He suddenly wrapped his hand around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure, pushing you back on the couch as he climbed on top of you. He lowered his face to yours and you were slightly disappointed when he didn’t immediately kiss you. 

He spoke as he exhaled, his lips meeting yours as soon as the last word left his mouth – 

“Only by your touch.”