#david kay smut

[passionwillow]

I need some angsty poly smut with deaconxlucaxpluszise!reader(afab) pretty please ❤️‍🔥🥰

Who am I to object?? 😩❤️ As a thick/curvy girl myself who has days I feel amazing and days I hate myself, this brought me much joy. DID NOT PROOF READ I just rolled with it.

“Do I look pretty today?”

The question was innocent enough. You stood in the bedroom studying the way the blue sundress fell over your plush thighs, running your hands over the fabric and scrutinizing the way it hugged your waist. The sunlight pouring in from the window accentuated everything you were looking at.

Usually, you were fairly confident. You usually loved your curves, the flair of your hips and your plush ass. You usually loved your thick thighs, the way they moved when you walked.

Today, you just felt- off. You felt gross, you felt nasty. You felt like all your curves were in the wrong places, like you were a huge, lumpy mess.

You didn’t hear Deacon get up from where he sat on the bed, still wrapped in a towel from his shower this morning. You just saw him appear behind you, arms winding around your middle as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck. “Pretty? Baby, you look gorgeous in that little dress. I mean- I’d maybe prefer it was shorter, but..” he trailed off and smiled at you in the mirror, lips brushing your ear as he whispered. “That’s just me.”

You leaned back into his embrace and smiled, the scent of his shampoo and body wash filling your nose as you shrugged. “I just don’t-.. See it. Not today.” He nodded in understanding and looked over his shoulder as footsteps approached, Luca entering the bedroom and smiling at the both of you. “Morning, guys. Everything alright?”

He wandered over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, large hand sliding into yours as the smell of salty water and fresh air invaded your space. You figured he’d been out surfing early this morning, it's usually where he disappeared to before you or Deacon woke up.

"Someone is feeling a little self conscious today." Deacon explained, looking back to you in the mirror and smiling as his hands moved to your waist, squeezing briefly. Luca frowned and laced his fingers with yours, squeezing and sharing a look with Deacon before leading you over to the bed. Deacon released his hold on you and followed, sitting beside Luca so you were standing in front of both men, your hands playing with the skirt of your dress as your toes curled in the plush carpet beneath you.

"Did something happen, to make you feel this way?" Luca questioned, his hands resting in his lap. You blushed at his concerned eyes, the way his brows furrowed in worry. Luca was always the most sensitive when it came to your feelings, taking it to heart whenever you were upset. Deacon was the type to roll with your feelings, offering a solid support and being a rock to lean against whenever you needed it. A perfect balance, in your opinion.

"No, no, nothing happened, I just.. I'm just having a bad day, y'know? I don't feel all that great about myself today, I feel a little.. Gross." You trailed off awkwardly and looking down at your nails, suddenly very interested in the chipped polish on your fingers. Luca frowned more and looked at Deacon who was perched on the edge of the bed, head cocked as he studied you. "Well, that just won't do to have you feeling that way." He said in that soft, husky voice that made you squirm.

Luca was quick to pick up his tone and smiled, looking at you and rooting you to the spot with that piercing blue eyes. “I agree, I don’t think we can have that today.” He echoed, and before you knew it Luca had stood and scooped you up, gently tossing you into the cream duvet and grinning at your squeak of surprise.

“I think we’ll just have to take the morning and show her how gorgeous we find her.. What do you think?” Deacon asked, crawling up beside you and lying on his side, hand already finding its way under your dress. “I think that sounds like a plan.” Luca purred, crawling up and sitting up on his knees, removing his hoodie and white muscle shirt in one go, letting the clothes fall to the floor as his eyes roamed over you, as if deciding which part to dig into first.

You loved being at their mercy. Laid out on the bed, resting against pillows and letting them have their way with you. Deacon and Luca loved having a pillow princess, and you loved playing the part.

Deacon’s touch was feather-light as his calloused fingers roamed up your thigh, playfully snapping the band of your panties and letting out a soft tsk. “I think these will have to go, hm?” He rasped in your ear, warm breath raising goosebumps over your skin. You bit your lip and nodded quickly; the wetness pooling between your legs had certainly already soaked them.

Luca slid his hands under the skirt and eagerly tugged them off, eyeing the baby blue fabric and the wet spot that gave you away. He smirked and tossed them to the floor, shaking his head as he moved between your legs. “We’ve barely touched you, and look. You’re soaked.” His voice was soft and teasing, a contrast to Deacon’s hungry brown eyes that were currently drinking up the sight of your cleavage.

“She’s just excited, aren’t you?” Deacon teased, gripping your inner thigh and pulling gently, guiding you to spread your legs for Luca. You obeyed without question, biting your lip as the cool air brushed your sensitive folds. You were aching for friction, anything to give you a release.

Luca pushed your skirt up around your waist and settled himself between your legs, eyeing the mess between your legs and chuckling. “Excited might be an understatement.. Christ, baby.” He kissed the soft flesh of your inner thighs and nipped every so often, making you squirm and whine for his mouth to move, move closer.

Deacon chuckled and kissed your throat, tugging your dress down to reveal your tits and cupping one in his large hand, fingers quick and nimble as he teased the peaked buds on your chest. “So needy, so wet, huh? But you look so goddamn beautiful when you want a cock in you.” He growled in your ear, each pinch and tug at your nipples making you whine and moan, sending shocks of pleasure right to your core. The sheets had to be soaked beneath you at all the teasing.

Luca's tongue finally, finally dipped between your folds, his hungry sounds making you blush as he lapped and suckled and drank up your juices like they were a delicacy. You moaned in relief and rolled your hips as he feasted on you, tongue rolling over your clit and making you curse. "Oh, fuck, Luca, right there-" you gasped out, eyes closed and head rolled back on the pillows. Deacon watched with dark eyes, smirking at the needy noises coming from your mouth as his hands continued to roam over your chest.

"You look so gorgeous right now, baby, look at you.." he rasped, kissing your cheek and letting his nose glide across your skin. "So needy for someone's mouth on your pretty little pussy, huh?" It never failed to turn you on how Deacon spoke. Sweet and soft words one moment, then the filthiest dirty talk the next. He knew you loved it.

Luca's mouth was making the most lewd noises from between your legs, lips sucking on your sensitive bud and pulling off before diving back in, tongue dipping inside you to draw more moans and cries from your lips. You were sweating at this point, panting and whimpering as he assaulted your sensitive folds. Deacon finally released his hold on your plush tits and moved his hand back to your thigh, kneading and giving the flesh a soft smack.

"Let her cum, Luca, I think she deserves it." He teased, and you whimpered pathetically, toes curling as Luca gave all his attention to your sensitive clit. The knot in your stomach was tightening, tightening, and you knew you were moments away from exploding.

Deacon read it on your face and moved his hand up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat in a gentle but firm hold, lips by your ear as he purred low and soft. "Cum for us, pretty baby. We got you, just let go. Let me hear those pretty little sounds."

Luca's tongue, the vice grip he had on your hips. Deacon's hand and voice holding you steady.. You came with a sobbing moan, back arching and toes curling in the sheet, fingers holding on for dear lift to the fabric beneath you. "Fuckfuckfuck! Yes!"

Deacon smiled and bit his lip as he watched you, his cock pressed to your side as he watched you unravel. Luca's tongue didn't stop until he'd lapped up all the juices you released, humming at the taste and pressing a little kiss to your clit before sitting up, chin wet and eyes shining. "You taste like heaven, baby girl."

You panted and tried to find your bearings, eyes closed and lips parted as Deacon gently pulled away from you, replacing Luca between your legs. You finally opened your eyes when you felt the bed shifting, and Luca gently guided you to sit up, taking a seat behind you so you could lay back against his chest between his legs.

You slumped into him with a hum, his strong arms holding you snug as Deacon removed his towel, tossing it with the growing pile of clothes. "Let's get that dress off, yeah?" Luca smiled and grabbed the bunched fabric, guiding it up your body and over your head, letting it drop to the floor.

Both men eyed your naked form with equal hunger and admiration. Luca ran his hand over your soft tummy and side, placing kisses along your shoulder and mumbling. "You are absolutely beautiful." he mumbled into your ear. Deacon hummed in agreement and ran his hands over your plush thighs, kneading the flesh and eyeing your body. "Like a fucking goddess."

You blushed at their words and squirmed, cheeks hot as you eyed Deacon and licked your lips. "I think I may need more convincing.." you teased, and both men laughed. "Happy to convince you all morning." Deacon purred, and grabbed your hips, pulling you down the bed to him in one smooth motion.

Deacon loved to surprise you with his strength at random times. He knew you were self conscious sometimes about him and Luca being able to pick you up, move you around, and he loved proving you wrong. He could man handle you for hours (and had, on multiple occasions, to your immense pleasure).

You gasped and laughed as you shifted on the bed, Luca moving to sit back on his heels, your head in his lap. "You've been such a good girl for us, yeah?" He looked down at you and grinned, brushing your hair back before moving his hands to your chest, Deacon letting his cock brush your soaked folds and nestled between them. "She certainly has." he murmured. You arched up into his hands and bit your lip, eyes still on his as you gasped at the thick head nudging your entrance.

Luca held your gaze as Deacon slid into you, your juices giving him all the lube he needed to sheath himself inside you. Your eyes rolled back in bliss at the fullness, the burning stretch.. You groaned shakily and clenched around him, Luca giving your nipples a harsh tug as he praised you. "Look at you, beautiful, taking that cock.. Such a good girl."

Deacon smirked and lifted on your legs, letting it rest on his shoulder as he wasted no time fucking you in. You cried out in surprise and reached up to Luca, holding one of his hands over your breasts and cursing as Deacon's cock kissed your cervix. "Fuckfuck- Fuck, baby, that's it.." Luca held you steady as the younger man pounded into you, his own grunts and groans mixing with yours.

"Beautiful baby.. So fucking beautiful." Deacon groaned out, his voice gruff and raspy as he watched you. Your head limp on Luca's stomach, back arching as you tried to fit him even deeper. Deacon was an expert at reading your body language, what you needed in the moment. He grabbed your hips and fucked into you rougher, smirking at the choked moans and cries you made.

"That what you wanted, baby? This pretty pussy is so hungry huh?" His voice wavered slightly, breathing growing hard as his own pleasure coarsed through him.

Luca watched you with dark eyes, sliding a hand over your tummy and pushing down, his own erection pressed against you. "Fuck, baby, you're taking him so deep. Can feel it in your cute little tummy."

You moaned clung to his arm as Deacon fucked you senseless, panting and whining as your walls fluttered around him, toes curling. "I'm gonna-.. Baby, I'm so close.." You pleaded, body shaking with the overwhelming pleasure you were wrapped in.

Deacon hummed and kept his harsh pace, cheeks flushed and chest moving rapidly as he panted. "Pretty baby wants to cum, huh? Do it. Cum for us, princess, let us see you fall apart."

His firm words went straight to your core. He knew you liked being told what to do, and he took advantage of it. Your walls clenched around him and your second orgasm rushed into you like a train. You cried out their names, both of these wonderful men who loved you, and Luca held you snug, sweet talking you through your high as Deacon fucked you through it, hips driving into you like a piston until his own orgasm hits

He came with the most delicious groan, grinding his cock into your soaked cunt until you were filled with him. He panted and leaned down over you, holding himself up with one arm as he caught his breath, eyes on your face as you trembled from the mind blowing ride. “Fuck, princess, I love you.” He whispered, and you forced your eyes open to look at him, cracking a grin and mumbling. “I love you too.. And you. I love you, Luca.”

Both men grinned at you, and Deacon gently slid out of you before laying down, Luca shifting to lay on your other side as your legs got feeling back into them. Both men showered you in kisses, Deacon nosing your cheek as Luca kissed your shoulder.

“I hope you realize we aren’t done yet.” Luca purred, hips rolling into your thigh as you let out a groan, your pussy already fluttering at the thought. Deacon grinned at your reaction, hand sliding to your thigh. “We promised all morning, didn’t we?”

You made a mental note to be self conscious just a little more often as you gave yourself over to them.

[erenjaegerwifee]

Your Excuse To See Me

Request by: @twilightlover2007

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x Fem!Reader

Summary: Deacon's case takes him to your bookshop.

Warnings: none, fluff,

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: all my characters are aged-up! If this makes you uncomfortable please do not interact with my account or any of my notes.

Main M.List | Deacon M.List

“Hey deac” Luca spoke up as Deacon entered the locker rooms. “Morning guys” he replied greeting the rest of the team. “Tan was just telling us about how Bonnie is jealous” Chris spoke up while they all got ready for their shift. “Bonnie is not jealous; I’m telling you guys she isn’t like that” Tan tries to defend. “What happened that everyone things she jealous?” Deacon asked.  

“Last night we went on a date and when we were walking to our apartment in the hallway this girl was getting harassed by this idiot and I helped her out. After he left, she told us she just moved in and it happen to come up she also spoke Cantonese. I happen to mention it was so rare to find another person who speaks it by coincidence and after that Bonnie’s mood has been off. She won’t talk, she’s basically doing everything she can to avoid making eye contact with me.”  

Deacon hisses feigning pain when he hears the story, “hate to break it to you man but that’s jealousy. I can’t believe you can’t wrap your head around this, she is jealous because that woman who speaks your language probably shares your religion and values growing up in a Chinese American home is now living next door to you. She feels less than now that she has someone to compare herself to.”  

Tan took a second to process his words before he finally understands how it all went wrong, he never even thought Bonnie would think like that. “How are you still single? You should have girls falling at your feet” Tan jokes.  

“Jokes on you bro, he does” Street says making everyone laugh as they walk out of the locker room to meet Hondo. Before much words can be exchanged, Hicks walks in with a case assigned to the team. “20-David, we’ve been handed over a case, apparently the financial crimes and the narcotics division can’t solve it and they want us to wrap up this up. Also, we have intel the man doing the money laundering are armed and dangerous.” 

Hicks goes on to explain the details of the case to the team, saying a man who supposedly goes by the name Authur Lopez has been moving money around through other people’s business. He also may be using them as a stash house. The problem is no one can seem to figure out which business he is using to clean his money. “They know he’s dealing but they can’t prove it, we need to find the proof to bring this guy in” 

“We may have a lead though, detective Chase that was previous the lead on this case said he found Auther has an old high school girlfriend who recently moved to town, we aren’t sure if they have had any contact but it’s worth checking out, she might know somewhere he might hide” Hicks finishes up letting the team take the case. Street and Tan both start researching your home and workplace addresses and they found something. 

“She owned a bookshop, just opened a couple months ago, around the same time we caught wind of Authur and around the time she moved into town, her business could be the one she’s using, she sells books, it can be a good cover if her business gets traffic, and judging by the location I think she’d be doing well.” Street says as he pulls up the location of your shop on the screen for the team to see.  

“I found her home address, it’s an apartment complex about 3 blocked from the shop.” Chris says and pulls the location for them to see. “Okay Street, Tan with me we’ll check out her apartment. Luca, Chris and Deacon you can check out her shop she might be there, she what she knows if she’s willing to talk.” Honda hands out their assignments and everyone jumps in a car their destination.   

When Deacon, Chris and Luca arrive at the bookshop they walk in and don’t immediately see anyone around. They walk a little deeper into the shop and you step out from one of the isles the shop isn’t so big that someone can hide, unless they are in the back room. “Hi there, is there something I can help you with?” you say in a sweet voice.  

At the sound of your voice Deacon whips his head, he stutters a bit when he sees you for the first time. Your hair fell curly down your back, you wore jeans that fit your hips but flared down over your ankles with cute brown sandals, you wore a gorgeous floral top that complimented your skin tone so perfectly. “Hi, Ms. Y/n? I’m Sergeant Kay, this is officers Alonso and Luca, we are here to ask you a few questions.”  

You look up at the handsome sergeant standing in front of you and your brain almost lags. “Sure, happy to help” you smile at him clasping your hands together. You gesture to the chairs and small sofas scattered around the room for them to sit and you do the same. “Ms. Y/n, we believe a man you know has been involved in some illegal activity and we wanted to know if you had any information you could share” the girl who’s name you learned was Chris spoke up. 

“Who?’ you asked her, “The name Auther Lopez ring a bell?” Luca asked you. Authur Lopez, you were never able to look at men the same after him, he was your high school sweetheart. You were going to marry him. That was until you found out he was dealing in high school and left him. “A couple months ago he found my shop, said he was keeping tabs on me and asked if I would consider giving him a job. Auther and I dated in high school, I broke up with him when I found out he was dealing, not only that but he was on them. I’m not sure what I never asked. When I hired him, he promised he was clean and so I agreed. Actually, his shift is meant to start in about 10 minutes, he has to come here.” 

“What is he involved in?” You asked them directly your question to no one in particular. “We believe he dealing again, or maybe he never stopped who knows. We need to bring him in a find the location of his stash house before he can distribute his product.” Luca spoke to you.  

“You’re welcome to wait here until he shows then, I had no idea he was still dealing” Luca made a call to someone while Chris asked to look around the shop and you agreed. Deacon didn’t move though, he sat right there in front of you the whole time. “Are you back together?” his voice was quite as he spoke but you heard him, “No, I’m not interested in starting things back up with him, he has done nothing but disappoint me, I only gave him the job because he said he needed it and he was getting clean.” you matched him tone while you looked at him. 

He was so pretty you could barely take your eyes off him, if you weren’t looking at his chest printing out in the tight SWAT t-shirt you were looking at his chocolate brown eyes, if not that, the you have never seen a man look so good with a beard and that usually wasn’t something you’d go for, the hints of grey just did something to your brain.  

Deacon wasn’t any different, he was too busy staring at you to realize you were staring back, he admired the way your curls look so full but not frizzy at the same time, the way he so easily got lost in your beautiful eyes, and let’s not talk about your figure, he has never seen anyone look so beautiful before.  

“So, Sergeant Kay-” 

“Deacon, call me Deacon” 

“Deacon, you’re a SWAT sergeant what is that like?” you smile when you ask him. He was confused for a quick second how did you know he was in SWAT? Until he remembered he was working, he was dressed in uniform. “It’s good, I like it, it’s dangerous and it’s a lot of work but it pays off in the end. So, books?” he returned the question.  

“Yea, I've always been a reader” you giggle as you continue, “It’s very calming to read, takes my mind off things when I’m stressed, a way to pretend you’re someone else.” 

“How could you want to be someone else?” his tone was breathy, it had a hint of a chuckle in it, it made you blush. It was so easy to get caught up in him you forgot all about what he was here for. Luca walked back into the shop; the noise of the chimes pulled you back to reality. He was met with the sight of you and deacon staring at each other with flirtatious smiles and cleared his throat to get your attention. 

“The others arrested Authur on his way here, they have him in custody. Hondo said meet back at HQ” Chris moves out with Luca and Deacon was about to follow them, “Wait!” you stopped him resting you hand on his arm to stop him from walking. You ran into one of the isles and grabbed a book off the shelf, “Here, an excuse for you to come back that isn’t work related. Now you can go” you smiled at him sweetly and he chuckled at your sweet gesture. “I’ll take you up on that.”  

Deacon walked out the bookshop with a wide grin in his face and he sees Chris and Luca waiting for him with matching grins, seems Luca had filled Chris in and they both clocked the book he didn’t walk in there with. “Ouu someone’s got a crush” Chris said in a sing song tone.  

A few days later the case was wrapped up and Deacon was sitting on a comfortable chair in the SWAT main room with his legs propped up as he read the book you gave him. He isn’t you paid attention to the book you handed in when you grabbed it but it was an interesting book.  

He has been teased non-stop by the team since they all heard about what happened, no one can see him sitting with that book in his hand without saying something about you. They even went as far as to make a bookmark with your face on it and stick it in his book so every time he opened it, he would see you. It was entertaining the say the least but now that the book was in his hand and finished, he felt nervous to see you again, this time he had no motive to hide behind other than he just wanted to see your pretty face again. 

“Hey Deac, we’re gonna hit up Luca’s food truck, do you wanna come with?” Chris asked Deacon as she packed up her things at the end of the shift. “I’d love to but, I have to swing by the bookshop and return this book y/n gave me” He waited patiently for the teasing and right on cue, “You going ask her out?” Chris was grinning like a school girl.  

“I want to, I will, I’m gonna...maybe”  

“Sergeant Kay is nervous? There is a first for everything. But seriously all jokes aside, I saw the way you looked at each other. She will say yes, no need to doubt yourself” Chris smiled at him and punched his shoulder as they walk out of the locker room.  

Deacon rushed to his car saying a quick goodbye to the team and driving to the bookshop before you closed. He opened the door and say you writing something sitting on a high chair behind the desk. “Hey” he said with a small smile.  

You look up from your book and smiled when you saw him, “You came back” you said matching his smile as it grew larger, “I guess my excuse to come see you worked, great book by the way, never thought I’d be into enemies to lovers but apparently I am” he chuckled and put the book down on the desk. 

“I’m glad you liked it; I wasn’t sure you were the type” you giggled. There was a moment of silence between you. A moment where you just stared at each other, admiring. “I have to close up the shop now, it was really nice of you to come back Deacon, it was nice to see you” Deacon smiled at your words knowing exactly how you feel.  

“It was nice to see you too.... hey do you want to join me for some dinner? I know a great food truck not far from here, we could swing by and get something” you wanted to burst with happiness, you didn’t think he had it in him to ask you out but he did.  

“Of course I’ll go with you, let me just grab my purse and lock up” you smiled you sweet smile at him and you giddily ran to the back room to get your stuff, hearing him laugh at your antics.  

When he opened the car door for you at the food truck you smiled and took a big inhale. He watched you fall in love with the smell of the food and you walked right up to the menu, “I don’t know what to get” you said to him, “Order for me”  

Deacon was about to speak when he heard his name being called out, his team was still here. He turned his head in sync with yours and watched a bunch of people walk up to you both. You instinctively stepped closer to Deacon but you quickly recognized Chris and Luca from earlier in the week.  

“I see you asked her out” Chris said. 

“I can’t believe it took him so long” another boy said who introduced himself as Jim Street 

“Oh, give him a break, it’s been a week” their team leader spoke up, Hondo. Their comments made you blush and you hid your face with your hands giggling. Deacon put his arm around your shoulder to shield you from the teasing while they laughed at the situation wholeheartedly. You're so happy Sergeant Kay came to your bookshop.  

🔹I hope you all enjoyed reading! I’d love for anyone to Reblog my work, Like and Comment so it can be shared! I’ve been wanting to write for Deacon for a while and I’m finally starting!

🔹On another note. Deacon is hot as fuck. And I want to write him in a nsfw kind of way. Eventually not atm I’d like some feedback on how you would feel after reading my work.

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Smutttttt post! ⚠️ MINORS DNI 18+ ⚠️

Request from my blurb follow party! Thanks @just-a-girl-who-wrytes for this request Can I request a smutty Deacon fic based on the prompts “your body was made for mine” and “you’re mine and I take care of what belongs to me.” ?! 😍 thank you! ❤️

a/n I don’t write smut often so I hope you enjoy!

Deacon and your relationship has always been great. From all the dates to everything you guys do in the bedroom. Tonight is one of those nights. Deacon just got off a long shift and a bad one at that. You have been worried watching the news hearing about the bomb that went off in the courthouse down town LA. Being a swats wife is got it’s ups and downs. But you wouldn’t change that for anything.

The lock on the door turned and opened as you see your husband come home and shut the door smiling at you. He has debris from the ash on his face and you run up to him. Kissing him. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I’ve missed you” he smiles looking at you placing his hands on your butt carrying you to the couch. Laying you down gently.

“I’ve missed you more I have been watching the news.” You say pulling at his collar of his black tshirt pulling him down kissing him again. You always love having him touch you. His hands where rough but they always satisfied you.

“Yeah it was a rough shift but I’m just Thakful I get to see your beautiful face especially in my favorite red silky pajamas.” He smirks at you playing with your buttons on your pj shirt.

“But you like them more off though” you smirk up at him biting your lip. You have never been this brave in a relationship before with anyone else. But deacon just brings that out in you. Makes the marriage more fun.

“Oh baby you have no idea.” He takes his shirt off showing his beautiful muscled chest and you love watching his hands go all over your body.

He leans down and kisses you moving down your neck.

“Mmm that’s my favorite spot” you whisper already feeling a pool inbetween your thighs. He finds your ear and says “it’s not mine but I’ll get there” your body shivers at his comment. He always knows what to say to keep you wanting more. He stands up looking at your unbuckling his belt taking it off his pants and grabbing your hands putting them above your head and wrapping his belt around them restricting them from going anywhere. He looks down at you and starts slowly unbuttoning your top one by one. You wished he would just rip it off.

“Stop going so slow de.” You moan out trying to get your hands out from his belt. He chuckles.

“Babe you know they more you move the more slow I’ll go and you and I both know you need me in a certain spot.” You nod not even forming any words.

His hands make there way down your tummy and then your hips. Gliding your pj bottoms down your soft long legs that he loves so much he notices your wearing his favorite black lace panties that he got for y’all’s 3 year anniversary.

“Oh wow baby I’m gonna love taking these off.” He kisses your ankles and going up your thighs.

“God your body was made for mine, it just responds so well to everything I do” he licks his lips kissing your sweet spot and hears you moan he smirks looking up at you. “Im gonna take really good care of you tonight.”

He pushes your panties to the side and kisses your center.

“David stop teasing me , I just want you so bad” you moan out looking down at him.

He just knows where to go and what to do to make your body shake.

David is always such a sweet guy but in the bedroom it’s like his dark side awakens.

“Oh do you now. Where do you want me” his little smirk always kills you.

“David I need you inside of me right now don’t make me beg” you whine already feeling your body throb with need.

“Oh hey sweetheart I love hearing you beg for me.” He smirks as he pulls out his dick and puts it at your entrance.

“I love taking care of you baby.” He slams in without any warning and you moan out trying to get out the belt but it’s no use.

“De that feels so good!” You scream out as he goes at a erratic speed and putting his hands on both your hips holding you there making you take every single inch.

“Oh god baby you just mold to me such a good little girl” he starts rubbing your clit as he keeps up his speed and you feel the feeling in your belly tightening.

“David IM GONNA CUM. Don’t stop” you screech put not even caring if the neighbors can hear you guys.

“Oh baby I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

When he says that it just the icing on the cake and makes you go over the edge and you cum so hard.

“Oh I love how you feel clenching me as you cum baby girl.” He keeps getting sloppier snd you can feel his cum shoot all inside of you. He slows down and puts his forehead on yours and takes the belt off your hands and smiles at you still inside of you.

“That made my night so much better.” You giggle and say “that always make me feel better”

“I love you so much y/n” he says pulling out and giving you his shirt and you pull it over your body. He lifts you up bridal style taking you to you guys bedroom.

“Round two I told you I wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.” He uses his foot to shut the door behind y’all as he throws you on the bed as you giggle.

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SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FORVER TO GET OUT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! I don’t write smut to often so sorry if it is not good! But I just see deacon doing all this 😂 😉😝🫠🥵

Love,

Elizabeth

[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

Part 6 - Adults Only ;)

Several weeks went by accompanied by many more dates. Nikki made it a point to visit the station every time Deacon was on and even fed the rest of 20 David supper a few times. Nikki had still not entirely given herself up to Deacon but SWAT’s annual dinner was coming up and it was a formal, black tie event. Nikki didn’t like specifically planning when she was going to have sex - that took away too much from the experience and put too much pressure on it. However, she did dress for the evening like she would end up in Deacon Kay’s bed. 

After getting out of the shower, she did her hair and make-up. She put on a black, lace thong, grinning and reveling in her choice of dress - a long navy blue formal dress that hooked behind her neck, but had an open back. She didn’t have a wear a bra and she knew Deacon well enough to know that he would notice. 

She had spent enough time at Deacon’s that she had several outfits at his house and her own items in the shower. The fact that Deacon Kay was able to spend all of this alone time with her and still leave the decision of when they finally got to explore each other’s bodies up to her with zero pressure meant more to Nikki than she would ever be able to tell. She didn’t bother packing a bag before he arrived to pick her up. 

When Deacon saw her for the first time that night, he was so stunned by how amazing his girl looked that he didn’t even speak. He simply pulled her into his arms and kissed her. 

Nikki enjoyed feeling Deacon’s lips on hers and the scratch of his facial hair as he deepened the kiss the slightest bit further. She felt his hands find her bare back and she grinned into the kiss. 

“My darling, you are astonishing,” he whispered against her lips as the kiss broke. 

Nikki winked and gave Deacon a flirtatious grin. “Deacon Kay, tonight it’s you that is making me look good.” She pulled away from him, taking a step back and eyeing the Sergeant up and down.

Deacon smiled and blushed. Neither one of them were bothered by the 16 year age gap between them, but for him, there was no need to be when Nikki made him feel young every second of everyday. 

“Let’s go show you off,” Deacon expressed as Nikki locked her door, put her keys in her purse and took Deacon’s hand to be guided down the front steps. 

Due to work they hadn’t seen each other in a few days prior to the SWAT dinner so they spent the ride there catching up on how each other’s days had been. When they pulled up to the building, Nikki sat, patiently waiting on David to get out and come open her door for her. Her eyes followed him around the front of his truck. He was in a navy blue suit that matched her dress, brown dress shoes, and a carolina blue tie against a white dress shirt. He looked phenomenal. 

Her door opened and Deacon helped her out, helping her make sure her dress was adjusted like she wanted it from the ride over before intertwining his fingers in hers and walking her into the building. 

Deacon and Nikki greeted his fellow coworkers before finding a seat at their respective table with the rest of 20-David. Dinner was followed by dessert and it didn’t go unnoticed by Nikki that Deacon rarely let go of her thigh the entire time. When the dance floor opened to couples and slow songs started playing, Deacon led Nikki out, finding their spot in the center. She wrapped her arms around his neck, he linked his fingers together behind the small of her back. 

Slow dancing with Deacon was one of Nikki’s favorite things to do. They had the best conversations and it was blissful to be the only ones in the world that existed for a few minutes. 

Across the room, Hondo and Luca sat and watched Deacon and Nikki. 

“You know, he might just be right, Luca.” Hondo said, taking a swig of his beer.

“What you mean?” Luca chewed a bite of his dinner roll.

“Deac told me when he and Nikki first started dating that he was going to marry that girl. I was hesitant at first, but I do believe he was right.”

“Oh, hell yes,” Luca chimed. “They are so in love.”

Hondo smiled, “It’s beautiful, man. I’m so happy for Deac.” 

“I simply cannot get enough of you.” Nikki told Deacon with a smile. Her fingers were intertwined behind his neck, but she softly rubbed the nape of his neck with her thumb.

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled. 

Nikki gave him a puzzled look. 

Even though the music was loud enough that people next to them wouldn’t be able to hear, Deacon lowered his head so he was speaking next to Nikki’s ear. 

“Do you think I haven’t noticed that you’re not wearing a bra?” 

Chill bumps covered Nikki’s arms, neck, and back. Deacon’s voice was so low and raspy, she immediately felt the heat in her pelvis. 

Deacon knew tonight would be different too. 

Nikki grinned and bit her bottom lip, leaning into Deacon’s lips as he kissed her ear. 

“You caught me.” Nikki giggled, pulling back just enough so Deacon could see her look innocently at him. 

“And you think that I haven’t noticed the piercings that no one else knows that you have?” 

Nikki swore she saw Deacon’s pupils dilate with desire as he looked at her, glancing at her boobs even though they were covered by her dress. 

“Deacon, can I go home with you tonight?”

“Oh, baby,” Deacon growled, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

He kissed her from the corner of her mouth to her cheek as the song ended. 

The couple danced together for two more songs and had one last drink with Deacon’s team mates before saying their good-byes and heading out. 

The two could feel the sexual tension between them as Deacon drove the back to his house. Deacon again opened the truck door for her, helped her out, and led her inside. He shut the door behind them and Nikki heard the deadbolt lock. 

“May I have this pleasure?” Deacon held out his hand. 

“Of course you can,” Nikki took his hand and followed him to his bedroom. 

The restraint that he showed once they were alone behind locked doors together surprised her. She expected it to be like the movies - him shoving her against a wall, kissing her passionately, tearing each other’s clothes off. This definitely wasn’t that, but she wholeheartedly trusted her man. 

Once in his bedroom, Deacon removed his coat and hung it on a coat hanger and placed it on his closet door knob. Nikki wasn’t sure where this was heading, but she was patiently waiting. 

Deacon shut his closet door so that they were both in view of the full length mirror he had mounted to the door. He positioned himself behind her and pulled her hair over one shoulder. He unbuttoned the collar of her dress and began pulling it off her shoulders as he watched in the mirror. A low moan escaped his throat once the weight of the dress pulled it completely off of her. He immediately caressed both of her boobs in his hands and began kissing the exposed side of her neck. He managed to twist her pierced nipples ever so gently before she turned around, removed his loosened tie and began to work on undoing all of his shirt buttons. His hands reached around and cradled her bare ass cheeks as she worked and she could feel his grip on them tighten. 

“Holy hell, baby,” Deacon growled. His lips hungrily attached to her neck, just below her ear. He bit the skin before soothing it with his tongue. He reigned himself back in and Nikki giggled at his brief moment of feral weakness. 

Nikki pulled his button down over his shoulders and let it hit the floor. She made quick work of removing the white undershirt he wore. She grabbed his face softly and kissed him. Then she trailed her hands down his neck, down his chest, and down his abdomen, coming to rest on his hips. Her eyes followed her hands down his torso. Deacon watched her take him in. He loved feeling her hands on him like this. He became keenly aware of his pants tightening across his pelvis as his beautiful woman touched every inch of his body. 

Nikki unbuckled Deacon’s belt, followed by his pants button and zipper. She pushed his pants down to his ankles, grinning seductively at his boxer brief restrained penis. 

“God, Deacon-“

“Call me David,” he interrupted her. 

She paused and gave him a curious but compliant look. 

He returned the look with love in his eyes, “Everyone calls me Deacon. You’re so much more to that than me. This is so much more special to me than anything.”

Nikki was already wet, but hearing Deacon - David being so passionate only intensified the feeling. She dropped to her knees and pulled down his underwear. 

God, she hadn’t done this in so long, she hoped she still had it… but she knew even if she didn’t, David wouldn’t care. 

She stroked him several times from base to tip before taking him into her mouth. He moaned louder than Nikki expected him to before she was caught off guard by him abruptly pulling her off of his dick by her hair. She looked up at him, puzzled. 

“I’m not gonna last long, baby.” David panted. 

Nikki kissed his hip, “Neither will I, baby.” She kissed his pelvis and presumed to take him back into her mouth. 

David moaned obscenely. He had planned on pleasuring Nikki first when he thought about their first time together, but in this moment, she thoroughly seemed to enjoy having his entire length down her throat. He knew he would be good for multiple rounds with her, which is why when he moaned to her several moments later that he was about to cum and she left him in her mouth, he made no attempts of edging himself and it was fucking amazing. 

“I have waited for you and only you since I found you again, baby,” he told her breathlessly, “and so far this is everything I have ever dreamed of and exceedingly more.”

Nikki planted several soft kisses on each of David’s thighs as he was coming down from his orgasm. 

“C’m here, beautiful,” he said, helping her up to her feet. 

He began kissing her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth. He began caressing her boobs as he dominated her mouth with his tongue. He pulled away from her and knelt down to unstrap her heels and help her out of them. Once she was barefooted, he backed her against the nearest wall. He kissed up and down each thigh. He held her hands in his by her side while he kissed her legs, up her pelvis on each side and to her abdomen. He stopped when he reached the scar on her abdomen that her ex-husband left her with. It was bigger than he expected and he was filled with anger for only a split second at the fact that someone could be so evil to someone so perfect. As quickly as the anger came on, it subsided and he was filled with the desire to love every ounce of pain out of her. He kissed across her scar and back down to her pelvis. 

“I want to make you feel so good, baby,” he breathed across the top of her thong. He kissed her through it before abruptly pulling it down. He made note of the fact that it was already soaked and smelled just she like she did. 

He wasted no time in throwing one of her legs over his shoulder before licking her outer folds with one stroke of his tongue. He glanced up at her to see her looking down at him, pupils blown, eyes dark with lust for him. She ran her fingers through his short graying hair. He smirked against her pussy and introduced two fingers into her. 

“God damn,” he moaned as he felt just how wet she was. “I know I’ve done this to you… haven’t I?” 

“Fuck yes, David,” she breathed, the grip into his hair and the door handle they were next to tightening. “You take care of me in every way possible.” 

David moaned and begin pumping his fingers in and out of her. Listening to his girl moan his name obscenely while he finger fucked her had him rock hard again in mere seconds. 

“Cum on me, baby,” David instructed her as he brought his mouth to her clit. 

Just as quickly as he came in her mouth, she came all over his hands and mouth. 

He eased her down from her high, his dick hard and throbbing again. He stood up and walked her over to the bed on quivering legs. 

He chuckled, “Ole man still got it, huh?”

“Fuck, baby,” Nikki said as David eased her down onto the bed on her back and she pulled him down to her lips. This time she tasted herself on his mouth, his mustache and beard wet from her. He snaked his arm underneath of her, wrapping it around her, supporting his weight over her on his opposite arm. “I didn’t know you could be anymore amazing to me.” Nikki breathed in between kisses. 

She let her knees fall to the side so he was pelvis to pelvis with her as he kissed her passionately. 

“Challenge accepted.” David said with a wink. Nikki watched as he sat back on his knees, grabbed his dick, stroking it a couple of times as he pushed his head into her still throbbing cunt. He groaned with her as he slid the rest of the way into her, stopping to savor the feeling of being one with the woman he was falling even more in love with. 

“You are so wet for me, baby, and you are so. Fucking. Tight.” He slowly pulled out and pushed himself back in just as slowly. “You are so worth every moment of this.”

Nikki secretly loved how he could go from feral to gentlemanly in a matter of seconds. 

“David…. Fuck me, baby.” 

He groaned and quickened his pace, eliciting continuous moans from Nikki. He wasn’t sure how into being feral and kinky she was, but decided he’d like to see.

He reached with his right hand and gently, but firmly, wrapped his fingers around her neck. Instantly, her eyes became darker and she held his gaze with her. 

“Oh my god, David.” She managed between clenched teeth. 

“Oh you like that, sweetheart?” David asked without skipping a beat, “Do you like having my hands wrapped around your next while you feel my cock fucking you like this?”

It took both of them by surprise when his words elicited her second orgasm from her, sending David into his as well. 

Nikki had never had an orgasm like that. Once David came down from his and made sure his lover was recuperated, he leaned down to kiss her, followed by her cheek, then her ear, down to her neck where he left undeniable bruises. He took her nipple into his mouth and nipped at the sterling silver bar in it with his teeth. 

“I’m not sure what I was expecting,” David said once his mouth released her breast, “but it wasn’t nipple piercings.” 

Nikki was about to ask him if they bothered him, but then felt his dick, still inside of her, twitch and begin to harden again.

“They are so fucking sexy,” he breathed over the opposite nipple. 

David was hard again. 

Nikki pulled off of him and flipped herself over onto her belly. David didn’t have to ask as he gripped her hips and snatched them up into the air, pushing himself into her tight and now swollen pussy. 

“Fuuuuck,” Nikki moaned. “You feel so good.”

“Beautiful, you have no damned idea,” David responded in the most sultry of voices. 

Suddenly Nikki felt his hands gently gather her hair, collecting it all in one hand before he had her head pulled back, arching her back even more, causing her to push her hips even more into him. Nikki screamed in pleasure. 

David found the pace and the angle that kept her moaning and screaming his name over and over and he held it - longer than before their first two orgasms. 

“Nikki, baby, you are so fucking perfect,” David grunted as he pushed her closer to her climax. 

“David?” The tone in her voice made him slow his pace. 

He groaned when Nikki abruptly pulled herself off of him. She motioned for him to lay down on his back beside of her. She mounted him, sitting on his waist, just above his still hard dick. 

“Is something wro-“

She cut him off. “David, I love you.” 

Nikki hadn’t thought about saying this to him yet, but the feelings were undeniable. She didn’t want to do it in the middle of actively being fucked, which is why she made him stop first and her words even caught her by surprise, but she was certain about her feelings. 

“Baby…” he reached up, grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her down to him so they were eye to eye. “I love you too. More than anything in this world.” He kissed her passionately as she melted into his arms. 

Nikki pushed herself into a sitting position and lifted her hips enough to find his hard cock and slide down onto it. 

“Fuuuck.” David moaned. He held her still for another moment, “Nikki, you are the answer to every single one of my prayers.” 

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

Welcome!!!!!😁😁😁😁😁

Please read, it isn't that long I promise you so your eyes won't get tired and your minds won't get bored 😜 Always feel free to reach out.

Hey there! Mun is 32, Female from the UK 😁

This is an active blog with established muses and I'm a very easy peasy writer to get along with and I'm always open to news ideas, storyline's and plots. All I ask is that writing partners are open to various storyline's (This goes both ways) fluff, romance,smut, angst and drama, kink and some taboo that can be discussed privately and you respond with literate responses. A single line as a reply or very short replied aren't going to work, so if that's how you write then that's not for me. I don't need a dozen paragraphs but one or two doesn't hurt.

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▪︎Multiverse and Multiship (Open to most fandoms)

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●The Rules●

▪︎All writing partners must be 21+ as NSFW may be involved or will be themed on the blog

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▪︎I will use extra characters (from the show for example) To add some extra oomph and dynamics to the thread, so feel free to include your mused friends or additional characters as side muses in a sense.

All muses are SWAT officers for the LAPD and very possibly be used in verses as detectives, preferably still in LA.

■The Muses■

Dominique Luca

Faceclaim - Kenny Johndon

Age - 47-60 depending on the plot

Occupation - SWAT officer/ Detective depending on verse

Sexuality- Straight/Gay/Bisexual (Depending on verse)

Personality- Kind, caring, passionate, loyal and brave, easygoing, stubborn, protective, dominant, mysterious, hard headed, opinionated, morally guided, teddy bear, a dynamic lover, trustworthy, experienced lover, numerous, prankster, patient, flirtatious

Background (Can be adjusted depending on verse)

Dominique Luca is a third generation SWAT officer and has had a string of failed relationships his entire life and he is literally a happy go lucky guy, but very deep rooted with his own demons. He's the cool, fun, lovable rogue that everyone loves and wants to spend time with the people he loves. He is a natural athele, boxing and arm wrestling, dabbled in wrestling and is always usually the upbeat one. He very much cares for his team who is his family after a difficult relationship with his father and grandfather.

(More details from the show can be added, but I like him still mysterious with plenty of surprises in store)

Jim Street

Faceclaim- Alex Russell

Age - 33-36 depending on the plot

Occupation- SWAT officer LAPD

Sexuality - Straight/Gay/ Bisexual (Depending on verse)

Personality- Impulsive, hot shot mentality, hotheaded, caring and selfless, troubled and deep, cocky and boarding on arrogant, impatient and impatient, compassionate, loyal and protective, rule breaker, trustworthy

Background (Can be adjusted depending on verse)

Street grew up in a household of domestic violence between his two parents and when he was 12, he entered the fostercare system when his mother shot and killed his father and ended up in prison. Being a kid with trauma after the beatings he had received himself, he resented his mother and got into trouble and in with the wrong crowd until the arresting officer of his mother took him under his wing and eventually he joined the LAPD. In the beginning he was a hot head, a wannabe big shot and cocky and mellowed eventually with some guidance and a few reality checks along the way. He quickly becomes an essential part of the team and family.

Chris Alonso

Faceclaim - Lina Esco

Age -35

Occupation- SWAT officer LAPD

Sexuality - Bisexual

Personality - Secretive and mysterious, passionate, fiesty, has a chip on her shoulder, intelligent, forgivingnand unforgiving, compassion and consideration, loyal, rule breaker, ambitious, disciplined, courageous and loyal, protective, spunky, bad ass and volatile, argumentative

Background (Can be adjusted depending on verse)

Chris is Colombian- American, her mother an alcoholic and a criminal who often made Chris's life he'll and as she navigated a difficult childhood, her mother died in an car accident while she was drunk and at the police station she overheard two officers joking about her mother's current state of remains. This firmly made Chris decide that she wanted to be a police officer and to treat victims and next of kin with respect and dignity. At 14, she was kidnapped by a local gang in mistaken identity and was beaten, tortured and sexuall assaulted which hardened her resolve and made her distrusting while she lived with her aunt, uncle and cousins. She didn't tell her family of the abuses she suffered until many years later. Chris worked as a police officer in LA before becoming a K-9 handler, her dog Champ was her trusted partner and then she joined SWAT as the LAPD's only female officer in history until she tried to enforce fairer opportunities for women. Being the only female in history to join SWAT has made her volatile and a badass because she needs to prove her position and her earned spot on the team. Everything the guys can do, she can do better.

David "Deacon" Kay

Faceclaim - Jay Harrington

Age -47 - 50 (depends on verse)

Occupation- - SWAT sergeant LAPD

Security - Straight/ Gay/Bisexual (Depending on verse)

Personality - Quiet and composed, ethically minded, natural leader, family orientated, loyal and trustworthy, tough personal, protective and fierce, selfless, self-sacrificing, religious, faithful, sensual, responsible, calm, cautious, confident, disciplined and diplomatic, uptight and easy going, independent, honourable, mature, patient.

Background (Can be adjusted depending on verse)

David "Deacon" Kay was named so by his fellow officers due to him being a Deacon at his church, married to Annie who was studying environmental law when she discovered she was pregnant and over the course of their marriage, had three more children so four in total. She also dropped out of college so she could support her husband of climbing the SWAT and LAPD ladder so she took care of the children. Deacon has a very strict lifestyle as a father and husband, religious and promotes life long qualities in his children and offers support and advice when needed to his team.

(For this character I will write Deacon that he is separating or has separated from Annie, but still very much an active parent. If he is bisexual or gay in some verses he will still be religious to a degree)

[passionwillow]

Okay okay I know requests are closed but I love doing these prompts 😭 Send me some for SWAT im bored at work

smut prompt list no. 2

1) overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex 

2) crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over 

3) depression sex in order to feel something good for once

4) messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after

5) filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

6) mutual masturbation

7) spying on/walking in on their partner touching themself 

8) sex in exchange for a favour

9) car sex

10) quiet airplane bathroom sex

11) touching the other while at the movies

12) sex while there is the background noise of a rainstorm outside

13) being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace 

14) pool/hot tub sex

15) stargazing that turns into sex

16) the classic “oh, let me help you put some sunscreen on” but then the little massage turns into something more

17) sex while camping

18) fucking in the bar bathroom and being too drunk to care about being quiet 

19) when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

20) shower/bath sex

[strang3lov3]

Downpour

Jack offers you a ride home, pulls over to wait out the storm, and fucks you. (4k)

Tags - smut, fingering, oral (f! receiving) hand jobs, unprotected piv, infidelity (Jack is married still), dirty talk, pet names (darling, sweetie, sweetheart, dear), unspecified age gap, kissing, finger sucking, bit of comeplay/come eating, reader has a bush but is otherwise undescribed #bushnation, Jack is all sweet and tender but kinda pervy too, i've headcannoned that mr. delroy is a man who comes a lot. like just so much come. references to late night with the devil but this fic can be understood without watching the movie, I write car sex uniquely in that I am not bound by physics or logic or any bullshit like that. So it’s like a Mary Poppins bag in there. Lots of room for fucking. No, don’t ask questions. Shhh. Don’t worry about it. Fic Help - @noxturnalpascal thanks for your help sweetheart ♡ i love you forever A/N - the David Dastmalchian brain worms infected me months ago and have not let me rest, so here’s this. Car sex with an older and married Jack Delroy.

I feel a little nervous about writing Jack, as I feel with all characters that are new to me. It takes me some time to find my groove. Kind comments would be appreciated 💕 maybe a prompt or two in the inbox for me to play around with if you wanna see more of him 🙏

  As Night Owls comes to a close for the evening, and laughter and chatter begin to fade out, you busy yourself tidying up your station. Cleaning your makeup brushes, packing away your supplies for the weekend. You watch the television in your room and see Jack waving goodbye, shaking audience members’ hands. He’s so handsome tonight. He’s handsome every night.

You’ve been working as a makeup artist on Night Owls for about a year now. It’s a job you kind of stumbled your way into. You had won a raffle ticket to watch Night Owls live show. You were so excited to go and yet you don’t even remember who the guest was that night. You went alone, and found yourself charmed by the show’s host, Jack Delroy. While on commercial break, while the television crew changed the set, you noticed Jack glancing at you as you touched up your makeup, fidgeting and tapping his foot. You offered him a kind smile, and he approached you. 

“Jack Delroy,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it, and he kissed the backs of your fingertips. Starstruck, you giggled and gave him your name, tripping over the syllables. “Beautiful name, darling.”

“Thank you, Mr. Delroy.” 

Jack held your hand longer than what was appropriate. Realizing this, he quickly dropped it. “So, I apologize, but I'm about to be very forward. Gosh, this is very embarrassing,” he laughed awkwardly, then scratched the back of his neck. “I get a little oily in the face. The lights, you know. You wouldn’t happen to have like, a…” he trailed off, stuttering as he tried to find the right words.

You smiled and held up a finger, then dug through your makeup bag for some Mary Kay Beauty Blotter sheets your friend had given you. “Here.” You held the pack sheets out for the handsome talk show host. “Would these help?”

Jack took the sheets from you and inspected them. 

“And this,” you added, handing him your mirror compact. “You just press one of the sheets against your skin.” 

Jack grinned kindly, then took one of the small sheets and pressed it on his forehead and his long, gorgeous nose. “You are a lifesaver,” he said. “There. This is much better. I’m almost as pretty as you now, huh?”

Your cheeks warmed and you looked down at your lap to hide your smile. 

“Apologies, I’ve been told I'm a chronic flirt.” 

“I don’t really mind,” you told him softly.

Jack pressed his lips together in a smile and nodded, then sat in the empty seat next to you. “Alright,” he said, “This is an odd question,  but I’d like to toss it out there anyway because you seem to know what you’re doing with this kind of stuff. We’re short a makeup artist here at Night Owls. It’s unorthodox, I know, but you wouldn’t happen to be interested in–”

You gasp. “I’d love to. Yes.”

“--Being our makeup artist,” Jack finished, chuckling at your excitement. 

“Sorry, I just - oh god, I’d really love to,” you gushed. Jack opened his mouth to speak further, but was called back to set. 

“Stick around after the show, will you?” Jack winked.

“I will, Mr. Delroy.” 

And that’s how it happened. The job was simple: A little powder here, moisturizer there, hairspray to seal it all off. Nothing complicated, and it paid well. Lots of perks and advantages, like meeting TV stars and music artists. You consider yourself lucky. 

Perhaps your favorite part of the job is getting Jack ready for his shows. You’re no stranger to his handsomeness, but it’s special to experience it the way you do. To wash his face, moisturize it, paint a little makeup on his skin - as if he even needs it. “Make sure you cover up my crows feet, please, darling,” Jack said, pointing to his perceived flaws in the mirror. “Gosh, I’m getting so old. Don’t get old.” 

“Noted,” you told him. 

“And my hair, could you use a bit of that makeup to cover up my grays? They look so much worse on the screen.” 

Your heart broke a little. He’s always asked you to cover his wrinkles, but covering his grays was new. You hate doing it. That’s your least favorite part of the job. 

“Oh, but they don’t look so bad, Mr. Delroy.” You combed your fingers through his hair, inspecting the silvery strands he complained about. They look so beautiful against the inky black rest of his hair.

“Jack,” he corrected. “Just Jack. Who says they don’t look so bad?”

“I um…” you hummed, nervously messing with his hair. “Just fans, some of your fans kind of like it.” 

“Do they, now?” Jack teased, his eyebrow cocked. He laughed at your bashfulness as you stuttered something in defense. So shy, so sweet.

Jack loves you all the same. He loves the special affection he gets from you as you get him ready each night, he loves getting to peek down your shirt. But he plays the gentlemanly act well, never going further than a little harmless flirting. It’s fun to make you squirm, tease you for your little crush on him. He’s not oblivious to it. 

When the Night Owls theme finally ends and the studio lights go out, you get a phone call at your station. You hold the receiver up to your ear. “Hello?” 

“It’s Shar,” the voice says. Sharon is your roommate, and also your ride to and from work most nights. She drops you off at the studio before her shift, then picks you up after the show ends each night. Tonight, however, she’s at a party. “I met this guy, and I wanna go home with him. So that means…” Sharon doesn’t finish the sentence. She sounds guilty. 

“But you’re my ride, Shar,” you complain. “And they’re saying it’ll rain. What am I gonna do?”

“I promise I’m gonna make it up to you, okay? Don’t be mad. You’re not mad.” 

“Sharon,” you groan. 

Sharon says your name. “Just listen - he’s so fucking hot, seriously. He’s like a movie star.”

“A movie star, huh?” 

“Don’t judge. Like you wouldn’t fuck Jack Delroy if you could. You know what, why don’t you ask him for a ride?” Sharon teases.

“No way, not happening. He’s married, and his wife is sick. Absolutely not.” 

“Pussy.” Sharon pauses. “If you really don’t have another way home, I’ll come get you.” 

“No, no. It’s fine. I can take the bus, I guess. But you owe me.”

“I do owe you,” Sharon says, “I owe you so much. I love you. Bye. Be safe.” 

“You be safe,” you quip. “Condoms.” 

Honestly, you’re not mad. Is it an inconvenience, sure. But Sharon works hard and deserves a nice night, and she’s right - you’d fuck your movie - television - star crush if you could too. You’ve taken the bus before, and it’s usually empty this time of night. It’ll be fine. 

You grab your purse, pull your knit cardigan over your torso and walk out of the studio, down the hall, then take the elevator down to the lobby. Through light rain, you walk down the street until you’re at a bus station, then sit down on the bench. A gust of wind nearly knocks you over, causing you to shiver and pull your cardigan tighter around your body as you wait for the bus. 

At least you don’t have to wait for long, though. Headlights approach, and the vehicle slows down. Except, it’s not the bus you were expecting. It’s a cerulean ‘74 Buick Electra, Jack’s car. He pulls over and leans across the seat to crank the window down. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Waiting for the bus,” you yell. Rain’s starting to come down harder, now, soaking your clothes. Jack makes a face and motions for you to get into his car. You wave him off, “It’s okay. It shouldn’t be much longer.” 

“Nonsense! Get in the car.” 

“It’s really okay, Mr. Delroy.”

Jack rolls his eyes. He gets out of his car and rounds the front of it, then takes your hand and pulls you up from the bench. “I’m not asking. I am telling you, as your boss, to get in my car.” 

Jack opens the passenger door and ushers you inside, then shuts your door and gets into the driver’s seat. “It’s supposed to be the storm of the century out there, and you’re gonna let it blow you right away. Crazy girl.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Delroy,” you murmur sheepishly. 

Jack puts the car into first gear and takes off. “What’ve I told you about calling me Mr. Delroy? Jack, sweetie. Just Jack.” 

“I’m sorry, M- Jack.”

“Too sweet for your own good, you know that? Always so polite. Where am I taking you, sweetheart?”

“It’s a little bit far. You’re just gonna take this road for a while,” you instruct. “And then I’ll tell you where to turn. I’m not in the city proper.”

“Must be nice,” Jack replies. “Quiet.” 

You shrug. “Sometimes. Not usually. My roommate is kind of noisy.” 

Jack chuckles. “The roommate days, gosh. I don’t miss those a bit.” He pauses, thinks of something to say to fill the silence. “You don’t usually take the bus, do you?”

“Not usually, no,” you answer. “My roommate gives me a ride most of the time. But she ditched me tonight, so…” 

“That’s a real shame.” 

The rain starts to pick up a little more. Jack squints and at the road and increases the speed of his windshield wipers. He tries talking to you, but you can’t hear him over the drumming of rain against his car. Thunder booms, the drumming becomes louder and the windshield is nearly impossible to see out of. Jack has slowed the car down to a crawl, but when hail begins to fall from the sky, he pulls over. He shifts his car into neutral, then pulls the emergency brake to keep the car from rolling. Jack leans in close so you can hear him, “We’re just gonna wait out the storm, okay? It’s not safe to keep driving.” 

“Yeah, that seems smart,” you agree. You’re thankful Jack showed up when he did, and that he’s keeping you safe in his car. If you listen closely, you can hear the faint sound of music playing on his stereo. You still feel a little nervous, though. Maybe it’s the storm, or the jitters of being alone with Jack - older, married, handsome Jack. You shiver in your wet cardigan. 

“You’re cold,” Jack says. He tugs on your sweater, “Let’s get this off of you, huh? Not gonna let you catch a cold on my watch.” He peels the sweater off of you entirely, then lays it in his backseat. “And look, watch this–” Jack presses a button on his dashboard, a little orange light glows beneath the tiny image of a seat. Within a few seconds, the leather underneath you begins to warm. “Neat, huh? That should warm you up nicely.”

You still look cold, it’s evident in the way you hold yourself. Shoulders curled inward, hands clasped together. Jack thinks about holding you close, using his body to warm yours, but decides against it. You want it too, but you’ll never initiate touch. 

You look out of the raindrop-covered window at the creepy woods off to the side, the trees illuminated by the lightning. Jack sees the worry on your face reflected on the glass. “Everything alright, sweetie?”

“It’s just the woods,” you answer. “I don’t know. I don’t like it. I’ve heard about…I don’t know. Scary stuff happens there.”

“Like what?”

“Satanic rituals or something. The occult, that kind of stuff. I’ve heard about it on TV.”  

Jack lies to assure you, “It’s all make-belive,” he says, pushing down his own memories of The Grove. The sickly sweet smell of decaying leaves, sticks and branches crunching beneath his feet. The cold, metallic cup against his lips, that awful taste of whatever it is he drank. “But don’t look at the woods. Just look over here, right at me.” Jack turns your face toward his, then taps your nose. “There’s that beautiful smile.” 

You grin even wider. You know it’s just his nature, that it’s his job to be charming and likable, charismatic and sweet. It makes you feel so special and seen nonetheless. 

Jack smiles too. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He admires the details in your face for a minute, your perfect nose, sparkling eyes, your pretty lips. His eyes travel lower, tracing the endlessly beautiful curves of your body - breasts, waist, hips, thighs. There’s a rip up high on your nylons, just below your ridden-up skirt. He furrows his brows and touches your bare skin with his finger, “What happened here?”

“Oh.” You touch the tear with your finger, just a hair away from Jack’s. “My cat, Felix. He ripped my tights.” 

“Sounds like Felix is a real troublemaker, huh?”

“Oh, he can be,” you giggle quietly. “But I love him anyway.” 

Jack keeps his finger on the hole in your nylons, now drawing lines back and forth over your thighs with the rest of his fingers. Little goosebumps erupt on your skin in their wake. “You’re still so cold, darling. What am I gonna do with you?” Another shrug, another shy smile. “Come here,” Jack whispers. He wraps his strong hands around your legs and pulls you across the seat so that your legs are lying across his, and your torso curled into his own. Fuck, he smells good. His cologne is musky and spicy and masculine. You’re so close, Jack can feel your heart pounding nervously. But he says nothing about it, doesn’t want to embarrass you. Instead, Jack just gazes at you warmly, still tracing patterns on your leg. “You’re such a gorgeous girl, have I ever told you that?”  He pushes a bit of your hair behind your ear, sending tingles down your neck and spine.

“Jack,” you whisper, elongating his name. “Stop it.”

“I’m serious, darling. If only I were a younger man…If I hadn’t married…” He moves his hand from your ear to your mouth, pulling down on your bottom lip with his thumb. God, you’re so soft. Desire is building within Jack, taking control over his sensibilities. And you, too young and enchanted by Jack fucking Delroy to listen to any inhibitions in your head telling you that you should stop this.

 Jack pushes his thumb past your lips and you suck on it gently, so gently, the blunt little edges of your teeth tickling his fleshy skin. Arousal quickly builds in Jack, the sensation overwhelming him and bubbling over. He pulls his thumb from your mouth and holds your cheeks in both of his hands, inching closer to you bit by bit. Jack licks his lips, he’s about to do it. Finally, he does. Jack closes the gap between you by pressing his lips against yours, kissing you softly. He’s relaxed and controlled, but the way you kiss him is desperate and a little tentative. In time and with encouragement from Jack, how he squeezes you and growls against your lips, you find your confidence. You kiss him fervently, tasting him, savoring the softness of his tongue. 

Jack takes your hand and presses it against his warm bulge. You gasp, “But your wife–”

“Shh, quiet. She’s not here, now is she?” 

“N-no,” you stutter.

“No. It’s just us. You-” Jack unzips his pants and pulls his rock-hard cock out of his boxers. He spits into your palm and has you hold his length, then closes his hand around yours. “-And me.” 

With your hand under Jack’s, he pumps his cock. “Oh, that’s good. You’re my good girl,” he breathes. 

Jack grips his cock tighter and kisses you again. “Oh, Jack,” you moan. Jack helps you to stroke him from base to tip, your pinky finger brushing against that patch of coarse hair at his pelvis, thumb rubbing over his weeping head. 

“Just like this, darling. All the way up, all the way down. Just like this. You’re doing so well.” 

Jack twitches in your hand as you feel every thick vein and ridge on his cock. He urges you to pump him faster and at the same time, touches you. He gropes your breasts first, breasts he’s dreamed of touching since he first laid eyes on you. He unbuttons your blouse and slides his hand beneath your bra to squeeze your flesh, tease your nipples. Jack relishes in your body, how supple, soft, warm and wanting you are. You touch him like you love him and Christ, Jack can’t wait to bury himself inside you. Feel that warm, wet embrace of a young woman’s cunt. 

“Do you let other men touch you like this, sweetheart?” Jack asks, unzipping your skirt and shoving his hand down the front of your nylons. He toys with the arousal-dampened hair that’s spattered on your mound, then slips his fingers past your lips. “Older men, huh? Married men?” 

“N-no, Jack. Just you. Only you.”

“Do you like being touched like this?” You stutter out a frantic, breathy ‘yes’. “Dirty girl. It’s always girls like you.” 

Jack circles your clit with his fingertips, then presses two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. “Distracted, are we?” he murmurs as your hand that strokes his cock slows to a still, so focused on how Jack pleasures you that you forget about his needs.

 “H - what?” Jack chuckles and gives your hand a squeeze to remind you. “Oh, I’m s - sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” God, you are such a precious girl, and Jack is a lucky man. He breaks away from you just for a moment to undress himself, shoving his pants down his thighs and unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once bare, Jack turns to you and finds that little tear in your nylons again, then rips the hole wider up the garment. He yanks the nylons and your panties off of your legs and puts them with the rest of his discarded clothes, tucking them away for later. He removes your skirt next, followed by your bra and your blouse. You breathe heavily as Jack takes in your naked form, even more beautiful than he pictured. He needs you now, needs to taste you.

Jack pushes you gently onto your back, laying you out across the bench seat before sinking to his knees on the floor of his Buick. He wraps his strong forearms around your still rain-cold thighs and pulls you close, close enough so that you can feel his hot breaths on your slick pussy. Jack could eat you alive right now.

He spits on your pussy, then rubs your folds with his fingers, paying special attention to your clit. He spreads your lips wide and admires your shiny, glistening center. “My, look at this mess,” Jack marvels, admiring your creamy arousal. He tastes you then, pressing a soft kiss against your core. Jack inhales deeply, taking in your scent, feeling your hair against his shaven face. His tongue darts from between his lips and he licks you up and down, dipping his tongue inside you. 

“Jack, oh my - yes,” you gasp, your hands tugging on his graying strands of black hair. Jack slowly licks a long stripe up your seam with his tongue flat against you, all the way from your asshole to clit. “Jack.”

The mess he’s reduced you to. All broken moans, desperate, needy cries of his name. Jack smiles against your cunt and continues licking and lapping at the sensitive part of you. He traces your folds, sucking them between his lips. He draws circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue next, driving you wild. “You like this, darling, don’t you? You like having this pretty pussy eaten?”

All you can do is nod. Jack closes his lips around your clit and sucks, causing you to clamp your thighs around his head and pull his hair tightly between your fingers. Jack forces you apart so that all you can do is take it, all that relentless, smoldering pleasure. 

Jack intensifies it all by pushing a finger inside you and curling it, stroking that sensitive part of you. Within seconds you’re coming, rocking your hips against his face as you ride out your high. 

There’s barely a comedown. Jack crawls over your body, one foot planted on the floor of the car and the other kneeling on the seat. He reaches behind the front seat for his suit jacket and bunches it up, then fits it between your head and the passenger door. “Don’t want your pretty little head to get hurt is all,” Jack says. 

He holds his cock between his thumb and his forefinger before he lines up with your entrance. His cock is big, perfectly lengthy and girthy. You tense up a bit as he fits his cockhead inside of you, “Easy, darling. Take it all for me,” he coos. 

You inhale deeply, and on your exhale Jack pushes himself inside of you in full. “Ohhh,” you moan. It’s such a tight fit, he fills you so fully. The aching burn of the stretch takes time to dissipate as Jack rubs your hip. After a moment, Jack pulls out of you, then inches his way back in. Your face previously scrunched in pain is now relaxed, soft little noises of pleasure escaping your lips. “That’s it, good girl,” Jack says. “Wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

Jack laces his fingers between yours and uses his other hand to brace himself on the back of the car seat. Jack begins thrusting, not quite fucking you gently. It builds quickly, the pace both harder and faster. Jack rocks his hips into you at that perfect angle to have you writhing on his cock, the head of it kissing the most sensitive place inside of you over and over. You bury your face into him, the hair on his chest tickling your face. 

“Fuck,” Jack grunts, fucking you deeper. He knows he should be more gentle than this, but he can’t be helped. He loses himself inside of you, growling like an animal as he fucks his cock into you. You’re squirming beneath him, muscles tensing against his as you begin to cry, overwhelmed by it all. “Such a filthy fucking girl, crying on my cock. You’re okay, sweetie.” 

Jack rolls his hips quickly and fluidly so that his pubic bone is grinding against your mound, the friction inching you closer and closer to a second release, but it isn’t quite enough. You rock your hips to match Jack’s thrusts, needing more against your clit. “M-More please, Jack,” you beg. “I wanna come, Jack, make me come again.”

While still fucking you, Jack spits onto two of his fingertips, then fits his hand between your bodies. He finds your sensitive bud and rubs it, using the momentum of his thrusts to bring you to climax once more. “Come for me, sweetheart. Give - fucking give it to me.”

Jack rounds your clit with his fingers, putting harder pressure against it. In moments, you’re coming for him again, this orgasm more intense than the last. Your moans are louder, more frantic. Your face scrunches in pleasure as you pulse around Jack’s cock, urging his own release along. “Good girl, good fucking girl.”

 Jack growls into your ear as he spills into you, milking himself entirely. He fills you with his come, so warm inside you, the throbbing of his cock so pleasurable and satisfying. Dampened with sweat, Jack presses his forehead against yours as he fucks you through his orgasm, then slows to a still. He hisses a little when he pulls out of your cunt, his spend dripping from your hole onto the leather. Jack collects this mess with his finger, then pushes the digit into your mouth as he catches his breath.

It’s all quiet, save for a few scattered raindrops and the sound of you and Jack both catching your breath. Jack breaks the silence. “Well hey, how about that. The storm passed, huh? Was really something, too. I’m glad we pulled over,” Jack laughs nervously. He helps you dress yourself as best as he can, then haphazardly dresses himself too. You smile a little, and Jack touches your face. “You alright, darling?”

“I’m okay,” you answer, still a little tearful. Jack smiles sympathetically and pulls you into his side, then shifts his car into gear. 

“Well, let’s get you home, then.” 

-

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[passionwillow]

Being Deacons little pillow princess, inexperienced and being shown just how a man should treat you..

- Undressing you and admiring your curves and shape, smiling when you try to cover yourself and gently grabbing your hands, chiding you.

- “None of that, baby, let me see you.”

- He’s gazing down at you like you’re a goddess, brown eyes hungry and calloused hands tracing over you. Circling your nipples and watching them peak and harden, pinching them between his fingers and smirking as you arch and whimper at his touch.

- He releases your tits and kisses over your chest, tongue and mouth going right back to those sensitive buds and suckling at them. Your moans, god, they’re going straight to his cock.

- He kisses down the rest of your body and pays special attention to your tummy, noticing the way you always try to cover it. He won’t let you feel anything less than perfect with him.

- But this, fuck, this is what he’s been waiting for. To taste and lick and suck and devour your pussy.

- None of the few guys you’ve slept with ever bothered to focus on your pleasure. None of them ever went down on you.

- But boy, does Deacon take his time. Kissing your inner thighs, biting at that soft flesh.. and then letting us tongue flatten and lick between your folds.

- You’ve been wet since he undressed you, and it’s only gotten worse since.. But Deacon laps it up like a man starved, a man in the desert that needs water. He’s moaning at the taste and suckling at your clit, teasing it before suckling at your folds..

- You’re a moaning, whining mess. You grab his hair without a thought, tugging at those silver locks, but it only spurrs him on.

- He lets his tongue slip inside you, drawing out more of those delicious juices, and you’re thighs are around his head. Much to his pleasure.

- He brings a hand up and lets a finger slip inside you, curling it and grazing against that sweet spot relentlessly, your cries of pleasure going right to his cock.

- His mouth and tongue never let up, a second digit being added it at some point, the stretch making you whine. It isn’t long before you’re cumming on his tongue, and he’s helping you ride it out.

- He’s undressing and climbing back over you as you come down from your high, cock nudging your entrance as he whispers. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby. Like you always should.”

- And he’s easing into you slow and steady, cock stretching and fitting inside you like he was made for you. His grunts mix with yours, his moans low and gravely.

- He’ll show you how rough he can be another time. Right now he’s all gentle and sweet, talking you through it until the pain subsides and the pleasure takes over.

- He’s a man of self control, used to handling things. So all his attention is on you. How you like being pleasured, what brings you to that brink of exploding. And boy does he figure it out quick.

- He brings you to the edge in no time, and watching you absolutely fall apart on his cock as him cumming with you.

- You never really discussed condoms or if he should pull out, but he does anyway, finishing on your thigh and cursing as he paints you in his cum.

- He only waits a moment before getting up, cleaning you and making sure you’re alright before laying with you, holding you snug and promising even more of this tomorrow.

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

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.☽༊˚ prompts for helping bathe an injured loved one

¹⁾ sitting on the edge of the bathtub and letting them lay their head against your thigh as the fatigue starts taking hold

²⁾ “i know, i know it hurts but hold on for just a little longer and we’re done, yeah? think you can do that for me, pet?”

³⁾ helping them lean up so you can wash their back, and pretending not to notice them shaking in your arms

⁴⁾ “you needn’t be so gentle, y’know. if today wasn’t enough to break me, i doubt an ill-applied handful of shampoo will.”

⁵⁾ using your soapstuffs because the familiar scent will, hopefully, help calm them

⁶⁾ “i can’t believe it took a night like that for you to let me help you with something.”

⁷⁾ having never seen them in a state of undress before and so, trying admirably hard to avoid looking directly at them in such a vulnerable state

⁸⁾ “so mr/mrs surly and serious likes having their hair washed for them, hm? don’t worry, i’ll keep your secret.”

⁹⁾ climbing into the bath/shower with them, more for the physical comfort than practicality

¹⁰⁾ “i wish the first time you saw me like this could’ve been under better circumstances.”

¹¹⁾ stripping down to the same level of undress as them in an effort to try and make them feel more comfortable

¹²⁾ “can we- can we just stay here, like this, for a minute? please?”

¹³⁾ using as gentle a touch as possible to clean them off and feeling your heart break each time they still suppress a pained whimper

¹⁴⁾ “it’s just me now. you don’t have to be brave anymore.”

¹⁵⁾ trying to towel them dry but ending up just cradling them to your chest with the towel pressed aimlessly between you

[erenjaegerwifee]

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[gemstone-roses]

I'll help you forget

David 'deacon' Kay x reader

Summary: reader has had a bad day, all reader wants is deacon.

Alright I'm sorry its a little sad at the beginning but it's worth it I promise.

@castle-of-ruin

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, minors be fucking gone from this place! Smut, teasing, praise kink, comfort sex. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ffs)

IF YOU SAW ME POST THIS BY ACCIDENT BEFORE IT WAS DONE NO YOU DIDNT

"hondo told me you had a rough shift". Deacon shuts his locker gently, walking over to you, he places his arm around your waist, a friendly gesture he's done many times before.

You flinch slightly, you've had such a terrible, awful day even being touched in a comforting way fills you with rage.

"Yeah, um, I'll see you at home deac" you send him a pathetic attempt at a smile that does not reach your eyes, before shifting out of his embrace.

You shared a house with Luca, and since deacon got divorced, him too.

Having him around was like an extra boost of happiness, he was so kind, and also happened to be extremely pleasing to look at.

Deacon frowned slightly, he'd never seen you be affected by a shift this bad before, all he wanted to do was take away your sad, take away whatever pain you were in.

Getting back home, you decide to get straight in the shower, as soon as the water hits your aching muscles, you let the tears you've been holding back flow.

You don't hear the front door shut due to the noise of the shower.

Thinking no ones home yet, you exit the shower in a shirt you pinched from luca one day.

"You've been crying" a deep voice says

"Jesus deac!" He startled you, and your nerves are already frayed.

Deacon walks over to where you stood, concern etched in his features.

"I didn't mean to startle you" he says softly, reaching out to touch your elbow.

"It's alright" you whisper

"You gonna tell me what's wrong honey?" He brings his hand up to your shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

"M fine" you sigh, closing your eyes and turning your face away from him, you cannot do this right now!

"look at me sweetheart" he grasps your chin so gently, wrapping his other arm around your waist,he doesn't let go as he stares into you, you can see how much he cares for you.

The sadness in your eyes staring back at him breaks his heart a little.

A tear runs down your face, you tried to hold it back but the way he's holding you right now pushes you over the edge.

He swipes it away with his thumb, he pulls you in closer to him.

"Deac" its barely audible, but he hears it, the crack in your voice.

Deacon leans into you, catching your lips in the softest kiss.

He pulls away far too early, his brows furrow as he studies your face, a silent question, checking your okay with this.

You respond by initiating this kiss this time, wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him into you, deacon presses his lips harder into yours, causing you to let out a moan. You feel deacon smirk as he's kissing you. He runs his hand down your spine slowly, the action sends heat straight to your core.

Deacon breaks the kiss again, leaning his forehead on yours

"I have wanted to do that for a very long time" he breathes, keeping his hands on your hips.

"I have wanted you to do that for a very long time" you smile back at him.

"You still feeling sad honey?" His deep voice comforts you, as well as making your pussy throb.

He takes your silence as a yes.

You worry your lip with your teeth

"Hey, it's okay" he assures you.

"Maybe if you kiss me again I'll feel better" you mumble.

"You want me to make you feel better sweetheart?" He's slightly breathless, eyes slightly hooded, pupils blown wide.

"Yeah" you whine.

Deacon takes your hand as he leads you to his room.

Pulling you into his room and over to the bed, he kisses you once more before pushing slightly for you to lie down. He places his hands on your thighs as you hit the mattress, meaning your legs dangle over the side of the bed.

Deacon positions himself in between your legs, moving his hands to slowly rub the inside of your thighs, he sees your breath hitch.

"Relax honey" he says before inching his hands closer to your core.

He swipes his thumb across your clothed core, making you whimper.

"Your soaking" he moans before crouching down and placing a feather light kiss to your pussy.

He hooks his fingers in the band of your underwear, and stops.

"Deac please" you cry.

"I need you to say it honey, c'mon, use your words"

You huff.

"I want you"

"Good girl" he praises as he finally removes your panties.

"Fuck" you moan at his words, your positively dripping now, and he hasn't even touched you.

Deacon places an open mouthed kiss to the top of your pussy, pushing a finger into you at the same time. You clench around his finger and deacon let's out a small groan.

He pumps his finger in and out of you while his tongue circles your clit slowly.

"Fuck deac" you whisper, he speeds up slightly at your words, adding another finger he archs them, reaching that spot inside you.

"Mm deac I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me honey" he says, mouth still on your clit, he feels your walls clench around his fingers, your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you.

He continues to pump his fingers in and out while you come down from your high.

"That was incredible" he breathes, removing his fingers from your dripping hole and bringing them up to lazily circle your clit.

"I-

"What is it sweetheart?"

"Fuck me, david" you say, sitting up to look him in the eye.

Deacons eyes darken slightly, he reaches for his belt, keeping his eyes on you as he strips.

"Lie back honey, head on the pillow" he says, freeing his hard cock from his boxers.

You scramble up the bed, waiting for him.

Deacon pumps his cock a few times before climbing on the bed to sit in between your legs.

"This is in my way" he says, gripping your shirt.

"Don't rip it! It's lucas!" You say

"He won't mind" deacon smirks, before ripping it off and throwing it to the side.

"You, are stunning" he whispers, placing a kiss to your lips before lining his cock up with your entrance.

You turn your head, shy, at his compliments.

"Don't hide from me honey" he grips your chin and turns your face back to look at him.

He pushes into you slowly, moaning as your pussy grips his cock.

"Jesus you feel so good" he whines as he bottoms out.

You whimper at the feeling of him inside you.

"You okay sweetheart?" He asks

"Yeah" you assure him.

"Take a deep breath honey"

He doesent move until you do.

"That's it, good" he says before thrusting into you slowly.

"I got you" deacon whispers. He keeps the place slow.

"You feel so good deac" you moan.

You clench around his cock as he thrusts into you.

Deacon whimpers as your walls flutter around him.

"Deac I'm gonna cum" you whine, closing your eyes.

"No, look at me, that's it, look at me when you cum honey" he thrusts into you hard.

" cum around my cock" he moans as his own orgasm approaches, his words making you release around him.

You feel his cock tighten inside you as his orgasm takes him.

He pulls out to lie next to you, one hand draped over your stomach.

"Feel better?" He asks

"Oh yes" you smile.

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

OPEN ROLEPLAY

Open to -Mutuals/Non Mutuals

Muse - David "Deacon" Kay

Open to Female/Male/ Everyone

Sexuality - Straight/Gay/Bisexual

Relationship- Friend, girlfriend, boyfriend, friend with benefits, stranger becomes friend

Plot- Deacon is at the gym, and he's pent up and full of adrenaline and needs to blow off some steam before going to work. (We can discuss interactions and plot out a long term ship)

It had been a very stressful week with various call outs and being shot at, smacked around, and chasing criminals all over the city had left Deacon feeling a little stressed and with what he had going on in his personal life wasn't helping. So boxing was his option for dealing with the pent-up energy, then he saw a familiar face.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Deacon asked the other as he removed the boxing gloves from his hands. "How's things going?"

[imawreck]

Masterlist

Authors note: Hello, and welcome to my collection of chaos. This is where all my fics will be located and linked. Some of my fics might have separate master lists depending on how many parts I publish for them! I tend to write multi-part fics, but if I can hold myself back enough to get out a one-shot, this is where those will be linked! Thanks for visiting :)

Key:

💕Fluff | ❤️‍🔥Smut | 💔 Angst

S.W.A.T.

Who I will write for:

Deacon Kay

Dominique Luca

Jim Street

Tactical Hearts

(Series, On Hiatus)

💕/💔/ ❤️‍🔥 (Future)

Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x Original Character

Summary: Based in Season 2, S.W.A.T. is bringing in both old and new recruits as they recover from budget cuts. Among those new recruits, is Lily Blake. With her training and experience, she poses potential for the team. Unfortunately, not everyone is willing to overlook her spontaneous nature, or untraditional joining to S.W.A.T. Over time, feelings emerge and friendships are forged... and maybe something more.

Author's note: This is a slow burn romance, so it takes some time to pick up into the actual romance part. Sort of enemies to lovers, and a lot of chaotic behavior, as well as canon violence and such.

Recruit (Part 1)

Marvel Universe

Who I write for/Will write for:

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Loki

Thor

Spider-Man (Tom or Andrew)

Project G.H.O.S.T.

(Series, On Going)

💔/ 💕

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character

Summary: Bucky assumed he was the last Super Soldier left. But what happens when he finds out that there might still be more like him, that there might be something Hydra cooked up that's worse than him?

Author's Note: This is an older fic I wrote for myself that I ended up carrying on for several parts. If it goes over well here I'll continue it, but for now I'll be posting what is written until there's requests for more or I just feel inspired to continue it.

Unknown (Part 1), Cargo (Part 2), Holding Cell (Part 3), Interrogation (Part 4), Experiments (Part 5), Pancakes (Part 6), Shopping Trip (Part 7), Poetry (Part 8), Perfect Soldier (Part 9), Amends (Part 10)

More in the Masterlist!!!

Project G.H.O.S.T. Masterlist

New Beginning Masterlist

Brooklyn Devil- A Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader (Series, In Progress)

💔/❤️‍🔥/💕

Summary: A modern supernatural twist on the Marvel Universe where Bucky and Steve are still super soldiers, but their enemy isn’t Hydra. It’s every supernatural lurking on earth. SHIELD is now the organization created to maintain peace and balance between humans and supernaturals, and the Avengers are the elite force of agents sent to take down the most terrible of monsters. What happens when one of their own is turned?

Coven (Part 1)

His- a Winter Soldier x reader (One-Shot)

❤️‍🔥 (Straight Up)

Summary: You and Bucky broke up a few months ago against your wishes, and you’d been trying to move on. When Bucky sees you flirting with another member of the team, he leaves for the next mission to avoid getting in your way. Unfortunately, the mission goes bad, and Bucky isn’t himself when he comes back. He also has a lot to say…

Heaven Scent (Part 1, Coming soon)

Lean On Me- Bucky Barnes x Reader (One-Shot, Requested)

Summary: Reader deals with depression and hasn’t told anyone in fear that they’d think differently of her or treat her differently. Bucky sweeps in to prove she’s wrong.

💔/💕 (Hurt/Comfort)

Moments Stolen- Bucky Barnes x Reader (One-Shot)

Summary: You take some time to spend with your favorite person.

💔(Angst)

Supernatural

Who I will write for:

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

The Walking Dead

Who I will write for:

Daryl Dixon

Wolfblood

Who I will write for:

Rhydian Morris

Vampire Diaries

Who I will write for:

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Tyler Lockwood

Kai Parker

Kol Mikaelson

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@winchestert101

[vhswolf]

David “Deacon” Kay x reader

Warnings: Not smut, but it is a bit steamy, slapping, age gap

English it is NOT my first language, so don't judge me :]

It is hard to be an anti cop, and be a child of one. Right now I'm on his birthday party, and I'm surrounded by cops, friends of my father, I know they hate me as much as I hate them. Well, almost all of them. My dad have this friend, Deacon, looks like he likes me, if he doesn't… he hides his hate pretty well. I have to say, I just was waiting for him to arrive, I wanted to see him again. He was late as fuck, but I could see why when he entered still in his swat uniform. He talked with my dad and then came to me.

“Hello, punk.”

He said and I smiled.

“Hi, dick.”

I hugged him, and he did the same to me.

“Missed me?”

“I always do. How was work?”

“Pretty intense, but everything is fine now, so don't need to worry about me.”

“ I wouldn't, to be honest, sometimes I think you're hotter all beat up.”

He laughed off, and before he could reply, one of my dad's friends came and hugged him.

“Deacon, I haven't seen you since forever!”

I smiled and walked away, already saw who I wanted, now I'm going to my bedroom. I couldn't listen to this old men playlist any more. I walked to my room, sat on my bed, put my headphones and picked up a book, finally peace. Or it should be, after a little time I saw my door opening, and Deacon came in. I took off my headphones and looked at him.

“Your dad is pissed, he wants you down there.”

“Yeah, whatever, I don't have much to do there. I know two people, one being my dad and one being you, and I don't think you two old men will just be my company.”

“I'm not that old, little girl.”

“Of course, and I'm not a little girl.”

He closed the door, took a couple steps and sat on my bed In front of me.

“Yes, you're.”

“And you're old enough to be my dad, but I mean, DiCaprio could be the dad of almost all of his girlfriends.”

“You know your dad would hate to see you saying this to me.”

“He hates when I do pretty much everything.”

“You should stop flirting with me and try to do that with someone your age.”

“Oh no, I couldn't. First, no one is hot as you're, second, they're just fuck boys, I won't give my time to them.”

I put my book in the bedside table, with my headphones and my phone.

“Not all of them are like this.”

I laid down my head in his lap.

“Yeah, sure.”

He brushed his fingers in my tattoo.

“Do you still agree with this?”

“Kinda, all cops are bastards but you.”

“You should just go down, your father will notice that I never came back.”

“He won't, I'm pretty sure now he's too drunk to think straight.”

“But I will go anyway.”

I sat down and agreed.

“Yes, sir, but I won't.”

“Yes, what?”

“Sir?”

“You're really trying.”

“I pretty sure everyone calls cops like that. But I could change if you want, I got: darling, sweetheart, master, daddy. You can choose.”

“Don't.”

“If you don't choose, I will.”

He got up and pushed me back into my bed, more aggressive than he ever has been with me, and it made me smile.

“You couldn't shut it for your life, can you?”

“Oh definitely not, and I have to say, if this is you trying to make me hate you, well, you're making me horny as fuck.”

He laughed at me.

“Fuck, you can't say that to me.”

“I definitely can.” I put his hand on my neck. “You could squeeze that shit if you want, or beat me black and blue, and I would say thank you on my knees.”

The hand that was in my neck squeezed a little, he looked hesitant, but when he saw my smile getting bigger as he did it, he just did harder.

“How can you be like this?”

“Like a slut?”

“Exactly. Never thought of you like this. I mean I know you're a brat, loves to talk back, but… I mean, you got me.”

“Feel free to do whatever you want to me.”

“That's not very safe.”

I rolled my eyes back and laughed.

“I forgot you're too nice, if I don't like anything I can say… I don't know… purple, but I know you're too vanilla, I will not need that.”

I like to challenge people, that's fun, and always ends pretty good for me. Deacon looked a little angry with my observation, and that's when the fun begins.

“What?”

“Don't be sad, I really love vanilla ice cream.”

He gave a slap across my face and squeezed my neck tighter.

“You know nothing about me, little girl.”

He kissed me so hard that my lip started bleeding. That's what I'm talking about! That's fun.

“Show me what I don't know.”

Deacon looked into my eyes, maybe trying to read me, maybe trying to warn me, but all I could think was how much I wanted him to slap my face once again.

“I could, but I don't think we have the time, baby.” He smiled at me, almost laughing at my frustration. “But I promise you, that on your birthday, you will have an amazing gift.”

“Do you really promise?”

He nodded.

“I do.”

“You still didn't choose what I should call you…”

“That I will let you choose.”

“OK, sir.”

[peyton-warren]

David "Deacon" Kay Masterlist

Key

😥: Angst / Hurt 😍: Fluff 🔥: Smut/Suggestive 👊: Violence 🥹: Requested 💚 :Personal Favorite  🤓: Challenges 🤔: Ask

💯: Completed , ✍🏼: Work in Progress , ❌ :Hiatus

Missing- 😍🔥✍🏼- Reader x Deacon. Coming soon

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