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passionwillow · 2 months ago
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You Drive Me Crazy
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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+
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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?"
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erenjaegerwifee · 5 months ago
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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
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“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.  
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🔹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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angelus-pulchrae · 7 days ago
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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?
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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.
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MASTERLIST:
Chapter 1 - From the Start
Chapter 2 - Different Shoes
Chapter 3 - Pulse
18+ Mature, Smut, Violence, Foul Language
Will try and update once or twice a week, depending on my schedule!! 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 💕
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spnshortcake · 1 year ago
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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.
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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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just-a-girl-who-wrytes · 1 year ago
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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.” 
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luca-street-chris-deacon-rp · 4 months ago
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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.
I'm open to mutual's and non mutual's, but please pop a message so we can chat and figure out where we are going with it.
•I will NOT write with someone under the age of 21
•I will NOT write NSFW content with muses under the age of 21
▪︎Multiverse and Multiship (Open to most fandoms)
Feel free to send openers, but pop a message so we can discuss which direction we want to move in.
Any questions? Feel free to message and let us write some beautiful magic together 😁😁😁
●The Rules●
▪︎All writing partners must be 21+ as NSFW may be involved or will be themed on the blog
▪︎No Godmodding
▪︎We can discuss triggering subjects privately to ensure both parties are comfortable with the content, eg Muse A is dealing with addiction.
▪︎Kinks and AntiKinks will always be discussed.
▪︎Communication is key, so let's communicate.
▪︎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■
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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)
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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.
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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.
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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)
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dominiquelucalover · 27 days ago
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Playlist Ask Requests
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:
Sabrina Carpenter (obvi)
Olivia Rodrigo
Taylor Swift
Selena Gomez
Billie Eilish
Chappel Roan
Melanie Martinez
Dove Cameron
Fall Out Boy
And More!
So send in a request and get a mystery fic!
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nemolfc · 28 days ago
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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
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passionwillow · 1 month ago
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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
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passionwillow · 24 days ago
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Smutty idea!
Deacon is nervous to be intimate with his gf because it's the first time he's been intimate outside of Anne so reader takes charge while he finds his footing.
Oh my GOSSSHHHH YES
No hate to Annie I really do like her character sometimes lul
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The divorce left Deacon reeling for a while, so when he met you, it was like a tether back to Earth. Your easy smile, loud laughter, and dedication to everything you cared about had his knees weak and head fuzzy.
He took it slow, wanting to make sure this was something you really wanted: an older guy with a dangerous job and kids (he already knew he wanted you).
When he realized you were as committed as he was, his whole world lit up. He was head over heels.
The physical aspect of it is what gave him nerves. He hadn't been with anyone in bed since Annie, hadn't touched anyone but her for years.
When he finally had you there, laid out in bed all undressed, he froze. He felt like such a fucking fool, but there nerves, the anxiety, had him stuck. Luckily, you understood, and guided the way.
You pulled him down into a kiss, taking his hands and gently guiding them to your chest, to your hips and thighs, letting out soft moans as he took the hint and touched you.
You could feel his hands trembling as he cupped and kneaded your breasts, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples and reveling in your moans.
His hands roamed over your stomach and hips, squeezing the soft flesh, so different from Annie's slimmer build. The way you arched into him, like you were craving him, made his skin warm and his cock harden.
His mind was spinning. Your scent in his nose, the soft warmth of your body beneath him. There was so much he wanted to do, so many things he wanted to try. He was always in charge, always knew what to do, but he couldn't fucking decide.
You looked up into his eyes, seeing the conflicting thoughts behind them and smiled, cupping his cheek and whispering. "I want you in me, Deac. We have all the time in the world to try things together."
His brain seemed to slow, the thoughts narrowing to you, underneath him. He cracked a smile and pressed his lips to yours, humming as you took his calloused hand and slid it between your thighs.
Oh, holy shit.
You were so wet, absolutely drenched, just from him. His forehead rested against yours, eyes closed and lips parted as he breathed heavily and eased a finger into you. You were so tight, so willing and you were all his.
Your eager moans had him slipping a second finger in, eyes fluttering open to watch the expression on your face as he prepped you. And you were praising him.
"Fuck, Deac-.. Just like that, oh my gosh.."
He couldn't take it. He slipped out of you and gripped his cock, tip slitted right against your entrance. But he still hesitated. Your hands cupped his cheeks and he looked at you, looked at the excitement in your eyes. And you were asking for him, asking for him to take you.
"Please, Deacon, I want this. I want you."
He thrust into you slow and steady, trying to stop and let you adjust but you were so hungry for him. Legs around his waist, hands clawing at his back, practically begging.
"Oh- yes, yes, please-"
He let you guide him, his head empty of everything except for you. Your walls around him, clenching tight, your thighs locked around his hips. Your nails digging into his back and clawing, your whines and whimpers and pleas for him go harder, faster, deeper.
He lost himself to you completely that night, and he was on his knees for you forever since.
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erenjaegerwifee · 5 months ago
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Request Are Open 
✨ I hope you all enjoy reading my work! I always love to receive positive feedback! If you do not agree with the work I post please do not interact with my account or any of my post!
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• Avatar/ Avatar the way of water
• S.W.A.T
• Divergent
• Attack On Titan
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spnshortcake · 1 year ago
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I’m so sorry I haven’t been on. This has been a month 😂 I turned 27 on January 2nd! But I have some requests I need to work through but , I hope everyone is well. I have my anatomy scan next Wednesday so I’m excited about that. (If you didn’t know im pregnant with my second baby boy!)
Keep your eyes peeled for some juicy 💦 content coming 😂 it’s getting very chilly here in Texas so stay warm my friends. And I know this is a deacon page but as Hondo always says
“Stay liquid” 👊🏼✌🏼
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luca-street-chris-deacon-rp · 4 months ago
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Pick a muse and I shall reply 😁
.☽༊˚ 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
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luca-street-chris-deacon-rp · 4 months ago
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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)
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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?"
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strang3lov3 · 4 months ago
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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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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 :)
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