#david kay smut

[passionwillow]

Family Matters

Hi guys! Had a request for poly LucaxReaderxDeacon and them wanting a baby.

Warnings: Smut! 18+, age gap reader

A poly relationship wasn't on your radar. Like- ever.

But when you met Deacon and Luca while working at SWAT, your whole word was turned upside down. In the best possible way.

They were hesitant at first, given the age gap, but after a lot of talking and debating, the relationship flourished.

Two years together and you couldn't remember ever being happier. The date nights, the love, how they absolutely smothered you in affection, the sex.. As far as you were concerned, everything was perfect.

Kids hadn't really fallen on your radar. Deacon had his kiddos, and you loved every one of them. But you having a child? You honestly hadn't thought of it.

Not until Luca and Deacon sat down with you one morning, one man on either side of you as you sat on the bed. You closed your laptop and looked between them, smiling and raising your brows in question.

The two men traded a look and smiled to themselves, Luca clearing his throat before speaking. "Baby, how would you feel about.. About making a family?"

The question was shocking, and the look on your face must have given you away. Deacon sat up and took your hand, squeezing. "You can say no, that's totally okay. We won't be upset. But.. Luca and I have been talking. And we wanted to discuss it with you."

You looked between them and stayed quiet for a moment, shifting and chewing at your lip. A family.. A little baby with the two men you loved? Growing your relationship with them? It would be-.. Perfect.

"I would love that." You finally said after a moment, and both their faces lit up into grins. "There's just one thing.. Which one of you.. Y'know. Gets me pregnant?"

That was something Deacon and Luca had already considered, and Deacon couldn't wait for this part. "We'll both just.. Fill you. Let it be a mystery."

The words, the insinuation.. Your toes curled in delight at the thought. You nodded quickly in agreement and laughed at Luca tackled you back, his lips meeting yours in an eager kiss.

The next few hours were absolutely mind blowing.

Each man taking a turn between your legs, devouring you and making you cum once each before you even got a moment to breathe. Fingers stretching you, tongues lapping at your juices like men starved..

They gave you a moment to breathe while they each undressed, letting you lay back and watch them with hungry eyes. They were both sculpted like gods, in your eyes. Deacon on the slimmer side, muscled and sculpted, Luca broad and built, equally muscled.

This was the part of the plan neither man could wait for. They must have discussed who would go first at some point, because Luca was between your thighs in no time. Deacon took the space next to you and held you close, lips and hands exploring while Luca sheathed himself in side of you.

All the attention, the sensations happened... It was enough to drive you mad. So much pleasure at one. Deacon's lips and hands, his gravely voice talking you through it. Luca's cock drilling and stretching you, hands on your hips..

Your moans and curses filled the room, and it was only a matter of time before Luca had you humming around him. He fucked you through it in order to reach his own high, your sensitivity from two orgasms, now three, making you a limp, whining mess.

Deacon held you steady through the whole thing, hand on your stomach as he cooed softly to you. Luca had barely pulled out before Deacon was taking his place, thrusting into you with ease.

Your poor pussy was a wet, aching mess at this point, but you were craving these men like there was no tomorrow. You were limp in Luca's arms as he held you close, his own breathing labored as he caught his breath. Deacon knew you were tired, and was a bit more gentle for this last round. His thrusts were hard and steady, but his hands were soft as he held your thighs.

Your fourth orgasm burned in your stomach as Deacon fucked you, and you were crying out in pleasure within minutes, legs shaking as it exploded unexpectedly.

Luca watched in fascination and hunger as you came for the last time that night, body shaking as Deacon fucked you harder and quicker, chasing his own release and groaning your name as he filled you.

You went limp and tried to catch your breathe, the feeling gone from your lower extremities. You didn't notice both men get up and leave, or come back with warm cloths and water for you. Luca cleaned you up as Deacon cradled you and held the glass to your lips, kissing your cheek and temple as you sipped.

Both men curled up beside you and cuddled up to you, smiling to themselves as you fell asleep with a content little smile.

No matter what happened next, you couldn't be safer or happier than you were right now with these two men. Two men who cared about you more than anything.

[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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[ajbone30david]

my heart beat only for you baby.. I rather died than live in this life without you..

you my world, my heart , my soul sergeant Deacon Kay

[angelus-pulchrae]

Rookie Mistake

The S.W.A.T academy was some of the most grueling years you had ever been put through, but you had finally made it. Looking up at the monitors in front of you and seeing your name alongside some of the best officers in the city, you were proud of the blood, sweat, and tears you had given to be here.

With that said, if someone would have told you that you would be facing some of the worst situations LA had to offer, while also falling in love with a member of your team, even knowing how wrong it was--you might have questioned joining S.W.A.T in the first place.

But then again, when did that ever stop you?

~~~~

His chocolate eyes were the most beautiful sight you had ever seen and you knew if you stared long enough you would begin to melt. He smiled slightly, his small dimples showing, and you had to turn away before he noticed the blush creeping up your neck.

"Welcome to LAPD S.W.A.T. Every single one of you deserves to be here after all the hard work you have done. Congratulations are in order," Commander Hicks says, his voice booming through the lobby of HQ.

You smile proudly and look around to see the five other newest members of S.W.A.T doing the same. You had been the only other woman to make it this far, and by looking at Chris Alonso across the hall and the small smile on her lips that matched your own, you stood with even more pride as a round of applause sounded.

You snook one last peek out of the corner of your eye at the Sargent and were surprised to find his gaze already on you. Heat settled low in your stomach and you hated the butterflies that erupted at just the sight of his sharp features. He had a look you couldn't quite place etched across face, and it sent shivers down your spine.

Oh, how you were so entirely and royally fucked.

MASTERLIST:

Chapter 1 - From the Start

Chapter 2 - Different Shoes

Chapter 3 - Understanding

18+ Mature, Smut, Violence, Foul Language

This is my first time posting the stuff I have written and there are other stories I am working on, but if you guys have any suggestions or want me to write anything specific, just let me know!! I hope you guys will enjoy this as much as I do :)

- angelus_pulchrae 💕

[nemolfc]

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 - 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐲

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥—𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫… 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐮, (𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰) :)

(𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞)

This wasn’t love... just a passing fling.

At least, that’s what Deacon Kay told himself as he gripped the wheel of the sports car she’d lent him. He wasn’t even sure who it belonged to—hers, an ex’s, or maybe her brother’s—but honestly, he didn’t care. He was too busy basking in the thrill of whatever they’d shared, too caught up in the rush that came from the way she made him feel.

He hadn’t planned on it. He didn’t plan on her. She was an enigma, a spark in the dark, pulling him in despite everything he knew better than to ignore. They’d met at a friend’s party, the kind of gathering where people gathered just to say they’d gone. She was the niece of one of his S.W.A.T. teammates. Twenty-two, fresh out of college, with a tenacity and a passion that rivaled anyone he’d ever known. And that smile of hers—carefree, wild, like the world had no limits—had drawn him in immediately.

When she walked into that room, all eyes turned toward her. The kind of woman who didn’t need to demand attention because she had it effortlessly. He found himself watching her as she chatted with everyone in that easy, unpretentious way, her laughter cutting through the buzz of the conversation.

She caught him staring once, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“What?” she asked, teasing, but he could see the curiosity there, like she was daring him to answer.

And answer, he did. “Nothing,” he muttered, trying to shift his gaze.

“Uh-huh.” She smiled knowingly and didn’t let it go. She knew he was intrigued. And the thing was, Deacon had never been one to fall for a dare. But with her, it was different.

She wasn’t like the women he usually dated, polished and composed in a way that kept him at arm’s length. No, she was real, raw, and spontaneous. And maybe that was the problem. He hadn’t been prepared for someone like her. Someone who didn’t care about rules.

She didn’t chase perfection—she embraced the chaos. And for once, Deacon liked that. Hell, maybe he needed it.

So, they spent a night talking, laughing, and dancing around unspoken words. He didn’t kiss her that night, but the way she kept inching closer told him she wanted to. She didn’t need to say it out loud, but he could feel it in every glance. Every touch of her hand brushing against his. It was the kind of thing that could spiral out of control if given the chance.

But when the night ended, she handed him the keys to the red sports car and just smiled. “Take it for a spin. I’m not really attached to it anyway.”

The words were casual. No strings attached. And Deacon, thinking it would be a quick escape from the weight of his responsibilities, accepted without a second thought.

What he didn’t expect was how quickly she’d make him crave something more.

He found himself, standing frozen in front of her doorstep, a storm of conflicting thoughts swirling in his mind. The cool evening air bit at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the tension gnawing at his chest. He lifted his hand, fingers hovering just above the door as his mind raced.

What was he doing here? He should’ve let it go. He should’ve left things as they were—quiet, unresolved, and safe. But the weight of the words he never said, the space between them that felt too wide to bridge, had haunted him for days.

He hadn't expected her to walk away like that. But it was the one thing he was certain of now—she wouldn’t have left if he hadn’t held back. If he hadn’t kept her at arm's length, just like he’d always done with everything else in his life.

His hand wavered in mid-air, and for a moment, he considered turning around. Walking away and never looking back, telling himself he was just fine without closure.

But it wasn’t that simple.

He could almost hear her voice, that laugh that never failed to get under his skin, that challenge in her eyes whenever she told him he was too serious, too careful, too much of everything that kept him safe.

The truth settled heavily in his gut. The truth he’d refused to face.

He wasn’t safe. He was just hiding.

With a deep breath, he let his hand fall to the door. He knocked.

The sound echoed through the quiet night, and for the first time in weeks, he felt something close to hope stir inside him.

The door swings open, and her face lights up the moment she sees him. "Hi, David!"

He shouldn't feel this good, hearing his name—well, his first name—fall from her lips. The way she says it, soft and sultry, like it’s something meant only for him, twists something deep inside of him. He clears his throat, fighting the instinct to smile. “Hey,” he mutters, his voice rougher than he intends.

For a split second, he wonders if she notices. But then her eyes lock onto his, and the air between them shifts—charged, familiar, and a little dangerous. He knows this feeling too well, knows how quickly it can slip into something he can’t control.

She takes a step forward, her body language easy and confident. But there’s something in the way she holds herself—something a little softer, more vulnerable. Maybe it’s the way her hand brushes against her hair, or the way her lips linger just a little longer than necessary when she speaks.

“How’ve you been?” she asks, her voice warm, pulling him in like a magnet.

He inhales sharply, trying to keep the tension from curling in his chest. "Same old," he says, trying to sound nonchalant, but he knows he’s failing. His pulse quickens just a little, and it pisses him off that one simple greeting can make him feel this way.

Her eyes flicker, searching his face like she’s trying to decipher him, figure him out. She knows him too well for that—always did.

He takes a step back, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossing over his chest instinctively. “You know,” he starts, his voice steadying, “I shouldn’t even be here.”

Her lips curl into a playful smile, but there’s a hint of something more—something like regret. “Oh? And why’s that?”

He shakes his head, as if trying to push the thoughts out of his mind. "Because I told you once... I don't do feelings."

Her smile falters for a second, but she quickly recovers. "We both know that’s a lie, David."

For a moment, he just stands there, the silence between them thickening. She's always been able to read him like an open book, always known exactly what to say to get under his skin. He wants to argue, to tell her she’s wrong. But the truth is... she’s not.

His heart beats a little too fast, and he curses the way her voice still manages to slip into his veins, just like it always has. She’s dangerous, and he knows it.

But maybe, just maybe, he’s not done chasing the danger.

She pulls him in and the air grows hotter by the minute, she whispers, "You and me are more alike than you think ... stop trying to fight it, just let it go."

He inhaled a deep breath, weighing the pros and cons of what he was about to do. At fifty-three, he was far beyond the point of being carefree. She, on the other hand, was twenty-two—an age gap too significant to ignore. If his friends ever caught wind of this, he couldn't even imagine how damaged his reputation would be. They’d think he was reckless.

They’d think he was selfish. But as his gaze locked with hers, and he saw the fiery desire flicker between them, he couldn’t deny the pull. Every rational thought was drowned out by the heat in her eyes, the way her lips parted just slightly as if inviting him into a world he’d long kept locked away. In that moment, every ounce of hesitation melted away. He didn’t want to fight it anymore. He didn’t want to walk away from this—whatever "this" was.

As he stood there, his eyes locked onto hers, the world around them melted away. The only sound was the soft hum of the crickets and the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees. Deacon's chest rose and fell with each breath, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He could feel the tension between them, a palpable force that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

She took another step closer, her eyes never leaving his. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke, "You and me, we're not so different, David. We both like to live on the edge, to push the limits and see how far we can go." Her words were like a spark to dry kindling, igniting a flame that seemed to burn brighter with each passing moment.

Deacon's arms uncrossed, his hands falling to his sides as he felt himself being drawn to her. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, a warmth that seemed to seep into his pores and spread through his veins like wildfire. His eyes never left hers, his gaze drinking in the sight of her, the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back, the way her lips curled into a sultry smile.

"I'm not sure I can do this," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat.

She took another step closer, her body inches from his. "You're not sure you can do what?" she asked, her voice low and husky, her breath whispering against his skin.

Deacon's eyes closed, his head tilting back as he felt her lips brush against his ear. "I'm not sure I can walk away from you," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

Her arms slid around his waist, her body pressing against his. "I don't want you to walk away," she whispered, her lips tracing a path along his jawline. "I want you to stay, to see where this goes."

Deacon's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers. He could see the desire burning in her eyes, a flame that seemed to match the one burning in his own chest. He knew he should walk away, that he should leave her alone and forget about the way she made him feel. But he couldn't, not now, not when she was standing in front of him, her body pressed against his, her lips inches from his.

With a groan, Deacon gave in, his lips crashing down onto hers. The kiss was like a storm, a wild and reckless thing that seemed to sweep them both up in its wake. Their lips moved in perfect sync, their tongues tangling as they devoured each other. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of the moment.

As they broke apart for air, Deacon's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with desire. "I want you," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their own ragged breathing.

With a growl, Deacon swept her up into his arms, his lips crashing down onto hers once again. He knew he was playing with fire, that he was risking everything for a chance at something real. But he didn't care, not now, not when she was in his arms, her body pressed against his, her lips burning with desire.

As they stumbled into the bedroom, their bodies entwined, Deacon knew he was in trouble. He was falling, hard and fast, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to catch himself again. But for now, he didn't care, not when she was by his side, her body wrapped around his, her lips burning with desire.

As they shed their clothes, the room seemed to grow hotter, the air thickening with anticipation. The soft rustle of their skin as they moved against each other was like music, a sensual melody that built in intensity with each passing moment. Deacon's hands roamed her body, tracing a path along her curves, his fingers dipping into the softness of her skin, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.

His hands found her breasts, cupping them tenderly, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned, her body arching against his, her lips tracing a path along his jawline, her tongue darting out to taste the skin on his neck. Deacon's eyes closed, his head tilting back as he felt her lips brush against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"I want you," she whispered, her voice low and husky, her breath whispering against his skin, sending a wave of desire crashing over him. Deacon's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers, seeing the desire burning in her eyes, a flame that seemed to match the one burning in his own chest. With a groan, he gave in, his body surging forward as he buried himself deep inside her, feeling her warmth envelop him like a glove.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of the moment. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their skin sliding against each other as they devoured each other, the tension building with each passing moment. Deacon's hands roamed her body, tracing a path along her curves, his fingers dipping into the softness of her skin, sending sparks flying as they moved together.

As they reached the peak, their bodies locked together, their lips burning with desire, Deacon felt like he was drowning in her eyes, losing himself in the depths of her passion. "I'm falling," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their own ragged breathing, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her lips curling up into a sultry smile. "I'm falling too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their own ragged breathing, her body trembling with pleasure.

As they came crashing down, their bodies spent, their hearts still racing with desire, Deacon knew he was in trouble, that he was falling, hard and fast, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to catch himself again. But for now, he didn't care, not when she was by his side, her body wrapped around his, her lips burning with desire. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, feeling her heart beating against his chest, and knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Deacon couldn't help but think about the way she made him feel, like he was home, like he was exactly where he was meant to be. He thought about the way her skin felt against his, like silk, like fire, like the only thing that mattered in the world. He thought about the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, the way her lips curled up into a sultry smile, and he knew that he was hooked, that he was falling, and he didn't want to be caught.

Their bodies still trembled with pleasure, their hearts still racing with desire, Deacon knew that this was just the beginning, that this was just the start of something amazing, something that would change his life forever. And as he looked into her eyes, he knew that he was ready, ready to fall, ready to lose himself in her, ready to give himself to her, body and soul.

Yet nothing, truly ever lasts.

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It was a whirlwind—six months of pure, reckless passion, a secret entanglement neither one of them wanted to end. She had never experienced anything like it before. Every touch, every stolen moment, was a blur of heat and quiet yearning, a world built just for them. For the first time in her life, she felt loved, cared for, and safe. Safe in his arms, safe in his silence. Deacon didn’t say much, but in his presence, she never needed words. He was her calm in the chaos. His steady gaze was her anchor. With him, she could breathe easier, as if everything was finally where it should be. But it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.

And deep down, she knew that.

The moment the clock struck midnight, it was as if they’d both lived in a dream for far too long. She had loved him quietly—without expectations, without asking for anything more. She let herself fall, let him catch her. But he always held her at arm’s length. He’d never say it, but she knew. He was holding back. The age difference, the responsibilities, the rules they both kept breaking—it was always looming over them. And she tried to convince herself that she was fine with it, that she was enough for those stolen nights and fleeting kisses. But deep down, the loneliness started creeping in, even when he was right next to her.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that one day, it would all come crashing down. She’d be left in the wake of a man who couldn’t give her what she wanted.

And then one day, it happened.

He pushed her away. Quietly. Gently.

No loud confrontations, no fights. Just a calm, empty space between them, one that grew wider by the day. She watched as he started pulling away, emotionally, physically—like he was afraid to let her in. Like he was afraid of the very thing he had given her: trust.

The text came a week later. “You deserve someone who can give you more. I can’t do this.”

She couldn’t breathe when she read it. All those nights, all those stolen moments, had meant nothing more than a fleeting distraction to him. She wasn’t enough. Not now, not ever. Her chest tightened, the weight of his words sinking in deeper than she could’ve imagined. Six months, gone in the blink of an eye. He’d been so careful with her, like a dream just out of reach, and now it was shattered. She couldn't even feel the tears until they were already streaming down her face.

She slammed the door of her red sports car, the same one she’d lent him, and drove. The engine roared under her, matching the storm in her chest. The car felt like a part of her now, just like the memory of them had been—something she could hold on to before it slipped away. She drove straight to his place, fists gripping the wheel, vision blurry with rage and hurt.

When he answered the door, his face unreadable, she didn’t wait for an invitation. She stepped inside like she owned the space, the room suddenly feeling too small, the silence too loud.

With her hands trembling, she wiped the wetness from her cheeks, but it didn’t stop. The tears kept coming, unbidden, raw. Her voice cracked as she asked the only question that had been screaming in her head: “Why?”

His gaze faltered, and he sighed deeply, like he’d been carrying this weight longer than she had. His words came slowly, each one like a knife: "I... I don't know. You're young, you've got your whole life ahead of you. Your uncle is my teammate—I'm not gonna do this to him."

Her stomach churned, and before she could stop herself, the words burst out, full of fire and pain. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she half-yelled, her voice trembling with both fury and heartbreak. "Six months… we spent six months together, and this is what I get? I thought what we had was real!"

The silence that followed was suffocating. His eyes dropped to the floor, unable to meet hers. He wasn’t angry—just defeated. And it hit her harder than she ever expected. She was nothing more than a moment, a fleeting distraction for him. And for her? He’d been everything.

"So this is it, huh?" she said shakily, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it cut through him like a blade. "I was just a way for you to feel something—anything—to forget the weight of your job, to pretend that you're still alive for a while."

Her words were like knives, each one piercing deeper, twisting with every breath she took. They struck at the rawest parts of him, the places he had spent years burying beneath layers of control.

"Sweetheart," he whispered hoarsely, his throat tight with the sting of regret. He wanted to reach out, to apologize, but it felt like there was nothing left to say. Nothing could undo the damage.

"No!" she growled, her voice thick with tears, her hands trembling at her sides. The fury in her eyes was like a storm about to consume them both. "No! I don’t deserve this... I don’t deserve��you," she spat, her chest heaving as the anger gave way to heartbreak. "Go to hell, Deacon."

It wasn’t David this time—her ex, her past. No, it was him. Just Deacon. And the finality in her words hit him harder than anything he'd ever faced in his years on the force. As she turned to leave, her footsteps echoing in the silence of their broken world, he felt the weight of her departure in the pit of his stomach.

She walked away, and with every step, the truth settled in. She was gone for good. She wasn’t coming back. And no matter how many times he replayed that moment in his mind, he couldn’t rewrite it. She had shattered his heart into pieces he knew would never truly heal. The damage was done. And no matter how many miles she put between them, no matter how far she ran in that red sports car of hers, her words would follow him forever—knives in his chest, twisting, reminding him of what he had lost.

He could feel the void where she used to be, and in the hollow silence of his apartment, he knew that he would never be the same. He had never felt more alive than when she had been with him, but now, with her gone, it felt like he was fading—drowning in regret and empty spaces.

[loulou-land]

Touch You Once, I’ll Touch you Twice

rockon | smut, possessive behavior, semi-public sex, hand jobs | 1.8k words | also on ao3

written for @cull3nblaze thank you for the prompt ❤️✨❤️

Deacon stands near the back offices with Luca, taking a short breather before they have to get back to schmoozing and shaking hands. SWAT is hosting one of those fundraiser events again—where the city’s elite can roam through HQ, cocktails in hand, checkbooks at the ready pretending they understand their tactical gear and demonstrations while deciding how much to donate like it’s a silent auction for public safety.

He understands the importance. He really does. Donations mean better equipment, more training resources, and smoother operations. But that doesnt mean the whole thing isn't mildly frustrating. Everyone’s got a part to play, memorized spiels and demonstrations to rotate through. Right now, the team’s scattered throughout headquarters, fulfilling their roles.

Deacon scans the room automatically. Hondo’s holding court with a lively group. Tan’s leading a tour toward the gun range. Street’s posted by the boxing ring, surrounded by a group of tittering women eating up every word he says. Deacon shakes his head, then spots who he’s been looking for all along.

Rocker.

He’s over by the main computers and he’s not alone.

There's a guy beside him. Short, dressed in an expensive suit that probably costs more than Deacon’s monthly salary. The kind of man who wears entitlement like a cologne. He’s practically clinging to every word Rocker says, laughing too loudly at something that clearly wasn’t that funny. Rocker looks bemused but continues with his explanation, polite and professional.

Then the guy’s hand lands on Rocker’s forearm.

And stays there.

Rocker doesn't move it. Just keeps smiling, effortlessly charming, still explaining something about the main hub systems.

Deacon’s eye twitches. Something twists in his gut. A low churning feeling brews in his stomach—foreign, and uncomfortable.

“Earth to Deacon. Deacon!”

“What?” he snaps, jerking toward Luca.

“I've been calling your name for, like, a full minute,” Luca says, lifting an eyebrow. Then he follows Deacon’s gaze and grins. “Oooh.”

He practically lights up. “You’re jealous.”

“I'm not,” Deacon replies, too quickly.

“Uh-huh.” Luca crosses his arms, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “Calm and collected Deacon’s got a green-eyed monster in him. Who would've guessed?”

Deacon exhales slowly through his nose, sending him a pointed look. “I have nothing to be jealous about.” He hates how much it sounds like he's trying to convince himself. He's not jealous. He's never been the type. But he can't ignore the way his stomach keeps twisting itself in knots.

“Right. Totally,” Luca says breezily. “Well, good thing, then—because someone's feeling up your boyfriend's arm like’ he’s on the menu.”

Deacon whips his head back toward them just in time to see the guy’s hand slide higher, squeezing Rocker’s bicep. He looks like he's considering going for his chest next.

Deacon’s jaw clenches. “Excuse me,” he mutters.

Luca cackles behind him as he strides away.

He’s not really thinking. Just moving. Something about that guy touching Rocker like that, as though he has a right—it feels wrong. Off. It sets something ablaze in his chest.

Rocker spots him approaching and immediately lights up, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes in that special way that always hits Deacon a little harder than it should. It goes a long way to soothe the sharp and irrational burn clawing inside of him.

“Hey, Deac,” Rocker says, bright and easy.

The guy drops his hand but doesn’t move away, eyes flicking to Deacon with a touch of curiosity.

Deacon keeps his expression neutral, clinging to professionalism like a lifeline. Growling like a damn caveman probably isn’t the best move here. It wouldn’t do to alienate the people they’re trying to gain support from, even if they look like smarmy assholes. Besides, not everyone knows about them yet—and this? This isn’t how he wants it to come out. Rocker deserves better than that.

“Sergeant Kay,” he says coolly, nodding to the man. He doesn’t offer his hand.

“Joshua King. I own—”

“Nice to meet you,” Deacon cuts in. Then, turning to Rocker: "Can I have a word?”

Rocker straightens slightly. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just need your help with something real quick.” He jerks his head toward the locker room.

Rocker gives a polite nod to the man. “Nice talking to you. Hope I didn't bore you with all the tech talk.”

“Oh, the pleasure was mine,” King practically purrs. “And not all, it was fascinating. Come find me later. I’d love to talk some more.”

Deacon snorts, barely disguising it as a cough. He steps just slightly closer, positioning himself between Rocker and the other man. He catches the aborted movement of King’s hand and feels a satisfying flicker of triumph roll through him.

Rocker shoots him an amused glance but follows Deacon without question.

As soon the locker room door swings shut behind them, Deacon’s on him.

He backs Rocker against the lockers, the metallic clank echoing in the otherwise quiet room.

Rocker gasps in surprise, but Deacon swallows the noise, kissing him hard, fierce, and with a hunger that surprises even him.

They separate briefly, both of them breathing harshly, the air between them thick with heated tension. Rocker’s eyes flick over Deacon’s face—wild, wanting—and then he fists his shirt tight and yanks Deacon back in.

Their mouths collide again in a scorching teeth-clashing kiss. Rocker bites down on Deacon’s lower lip, the pain-pleasure dragging a guttural groan from his chest.

“Deac,” he gasps into his mouth, needy and desperate in a way that makes Deacon’s blood pulse faster. He almost feels lightheaded with how quickly it’s rushed south.

Deacon slips a leg between Rocker’s, pressing his thigh up against the hard line in Rocker’s pants. The noise Rocker makes—sharp, stifled—is fucking addicting. And Deacon wants more. Wants to hear Rocker moaning and gasping his name.

Rocker’s hands drop to Deacon’s waist, trying to pull him closer, grinding down on Deacon’s leg eagerly, chasing friction. Deacon grips his hips, anchoring them together. Rocker tilts his face up, and Deacon is caught, completely hooked by the curve of his neck.

He buries his face there, sucking hard at the sensitive skin just below Rocker’s ear. Something possessive and primal unfurls in Deacon’s chest as he marks him. Branding him with his lips and teeth.

“Fuck, yeah…” Rocker moans, hips jerking against his thigh. “Deacon, I—”

“What do you need, baby?” Deacon rasps against his neck, lips brushing over flushed skin.

“Need you to touch me,” Rocker breathes.

Deacon grins. “I’m already touching you.”

Rocker pulls back, one hand fisting in Deacon’s hair, tugging until their eyes meet. He hisses in pleasure at the strong grip. Rocker tries to scowl, to give him that signature bitchy look—but it's wrecked by his parted pink lips, the flush blooming across his cheeks and neck, and the blown pupils swallowing up the blue of his eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he pants. “You dragged me in here, got me all hot. Now do something about it.”

Deacon’s lips twitch, amusement and desire flooding through him at the demand. “Sir, yes sir.”

He notices the hitch in Rocker’s breathing. Hmm. That's something they'll have to explore later. But for now, he slips a hand between them, popping open Rocker’s pants and shoving past the waistband until his fingers wrap around him—hot, thick and already leaking.

Rocker moans, head tipping back with a sharp gasp. “Yes.”

“Mmm. Already so wet for me, princess,” Deacon murmurs, thumb teasing the tip of Rocker’s cock, slow and torturous. Gathering slick before stroking down his length just to watch Rocker twitch.

Rocker’s hips stutter. “Just for you, Deac. Only for you.”

And fuck, doesnt that just do it for Deacon. The jealousy he'd felt earlier burns hotter—focused now, not bitter or angry, but electric. Entirely narrowed on making Rocker feel good. Making him fall apart under his hands, his touch. He crashes their mouths together again, his free hand dragging Rocker’s pants lower.

Rocker in turn doesn't hesitate. His hand moves just as fast, unbuttoning Deacon’s cargos with a practiced flick. He slips his hand inside, groaning into Deacon’s mouth when he finds him hard and already twitching against his palm.

They stroke each other in tandem, gasps and curses shared between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. They match each other, grip for grip, a flick of the wrist here and a hard pull there. The locker room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, the slick slide of hands, the creak of boots shifting for better leverage, belt clips clinking as they come together, and the metallic clang of lockers echoing in their rhythm.

Rocker’s breath stutters. “Gonna—Deacon—I’m close.”

Deacon speeds up his pace just slightly, thumb catching under the head, before he moves his hand over it on an upward flick and Rocker whines. He slumps forward, biting down on Deacon's shoulder to muffle his sounds.

“God, you look so fucking good like this,” Deacon growls. “Sound so good panting in my ears. Letting me touch you. Where anyone can walk in and see.” His hips stutter into Rocker’s tight grip.

“Deac—nghn—ahh.”

“Want everyone to see how good you are for me. All mine, yeah?”

“All yours,” Rocker moans against his throat. “Always.”

Deacon doesn't last long after that. “That's right, sweetheart, all mine. Just like I'm yours.”

They fall over the edge together, bodies trembling. Breath mingling as they come, warm release spilling over their hands.

For a moment, it’s just the sound of their heavy breathing and the thrum of their satisfaction hanging in the air. Then Rocker lets out a breathless laugh against his neck.

“So…” he says, voice still hoarse. “You gonna tell me what that was about?”

Deacon huffs, brushing a kiss to his temple and shrugs. He opens up his locker and pulls a towel, cleaning up Rocker—and then himself.

“Uh-huh,” Rocker mutters, as they both fix their clothes. “For the record, jealousy looks damn sexy on you.”

Deacon sighs, chuckling. Of course Rocker knows. He searches his face for anger or resentment and finds nothing but teasing amusement. He leans in to nip at his jaw.

“Don't get used to it.”

Rocker hums, “Sure.” Not convincing at all.

The locker room door opens suddenly. Both their heads snap toward it—just in time to lock eyes with Tan’s expression of confusion, then dawning horror as he takes in their flushed faces and still-rumpled clothes.

“You know what? The locker rooms aren’t all that exciting. Let’s check out the kitchen instead,” Tan says, backing up and slamming the door shut before the rest of his tour group can catch a glimpse.

Deacon and Rocker stare at each other for a beat—then burst into laughter.

“We're never going to live that down,” Deacon groans, already lamenting the teasing he's going to get from his squad.

“Nope,” Rocker grins. “Tan’s going to make us pay for that one.”

Deacon looks at the satisfied smile and the happiness shining in those blue eyes, then leans in and kisses him.

And he thinks, totally worth it.

[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?"

[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.” 

[spnshortcake]

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

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[passionwillow]

You Drive Me Crazy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[erenjaegerwifee]

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Okay, so I have a catch-all playlist of 317 songs. That's a lot, but thats the fun part.

Here's how this will work: send in a number from 1 to 317 (this number is subject to change at anytime) with a character and I'll write a blurb/fic for it. The song will be a surprise!

For an idea of what this playlist has, here's some of my top artists featured on it:

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So send in a request and get a mystery fic!

[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

[nemolfc]

𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙨.𝙬.𝙖.𝙩, 𝙙𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙 '𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣' 𝙠𝙖𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 💅🏻

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 '𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧' 𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭