#deacon kay x plussized!reader

[passionwillow]

I’m Not Going Anywhere

Thank you @dominiquelucalover for this idea! I love me some angsty fluff and smut. ♥️

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut. 18+. Age gap.

- The only thing Hicks had told you was someone was injured on the job. Not who, not how bad, just that it wasn’t good.

- You’d stopped into HQ to drop off some lunch for Deacon, but you weren’t surprised that the team was out. It happened more often than not.

- You ran into Hicks on the way to the break room, and he’d told you then about the incident. He wouldn’t tell you who, what happened, just to stay put and wait.

- You sat on the bench by the boxing ring, hands trembling and knees bouncing at you waited. The panic was a vice around your chest, the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

- The thought of Deacon out there hurt, never getting to see him or touch him or kiss him again.. It was too much to even think about.

- You weren’t sure how long you were there, chewing at your nails and biting at your lip before 20-David came down the hallway.

- You stood up so fast your head spun, your eyes searching them. There was Hondo, Street and Luca, Chris-.. Deacon.

- His eyes found yours and he wasted no time running to you. Your face crumbled as your hands reached for him, and you threw yourself at him as a sob broke through you.

- His arms held around your waist, hugging you tight and speaking soft and soothing, a hand cupping the back of your head.

- “It’s alright, it’s alright, I’m here. I’m here, baby, it’s okay.”

- The team dispersed to give you space, but you wouldn’t have noticed them anyway. Your sobs quieted, but Deacon didn’t let you go. His eyes were closed, his nose buried in your hair.

- You took in the sound of his breathing, his heart beat, the smell of him.. Alive. He was alive and okay.

- You eventually pulled back and looked at him, his brown eyes soft as he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears, resting his forehead on yours. “It’s alright. I’m all good, baby.. It was Tan.”

- Your brows furrowed in concern, and Deac pulled you to his side, walking with you down the hallway as he explained. That Tan had been shot and rushed off in an ambulance, him and the team having to stay behind to answer questions.

- He left you outside the locker room, promising to be quick as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and dipped inside. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you waited, having him gone from your side this short period of time already worrisome.

- He must have changed at the speed of lightening, because he was out the door and taking your hand in no time. He led you out to the car and opened the door for you, promising Street and Chris would bring your car home. He knew you wouldn’t leave his side.

- The drive home was quiet, his hand a constant, soothing pressure in your leg as he drove. You kept a hand over his, eyes drifting over to him the entire drive.

- He parked the car and grabbed his bag, getting out and coming around to your door, helping you out and pecking your cheek before leading you inside.

- You wish you could calm down about the whole thing, but for some reason getting home with him after all the worrying, seeing him safe, brought more tears to your eyes.

- Deac had been through this kind of thing before, with Annie. The worry, the fear. It never quite left, she just grew used to it. But this was all new to you, and he felt terrible.

- He set his bag down and drew you closer, guiding your arms around his middle before hugging you to his chest, hand cradling your head and voice soothing you. “Shh.. It’s alright, baby, I’m right here.. I’m sorry I scared you today.”

- You shook your head and sniffed, hands gripping tight to his shirt as you whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m-.. Blubbering like a baby. This is just how your job is.”

- “That doesn’t mean you can’t worry.” He pulled back and looked down at you, hand moving to your cheek. “You probably think I’m ridiculous.” You whispered, leaning into his touch. He firmly shook his head and leaned into, pressing his lips to yours.

- Deacon knew you had concerns about the age gap between you both. He knew you had fears of being younger, more “emotional”, and that you’d upset him with it. But quite frankly, Deacon didn’t even notice, nor care. You were younger, sure, but just as invested in this relationship. And sometime he had the impression Annie couldn’t have cared less if he came home, those last few months of his marriage. The love you had for him written all over your face.. It healed him.

- You kissed back softly and slowly melted into him, his scruffy kiss calming your pounding heart. His hands slid over your lower back and gently pulled you in closer.

- You heard a faint thud as he nudged off his shoes and you did the same. The extra height that they gave you was gone and you stood even shorter now, and you could feel Deacons smile as he dipped down to you.

- Your hands ran up over his chest and torso, feeling the chiseled muscle before they dipped lower, hands going under the hem and desperatly roaming over his bare skin. The warmth, the familiar dips and curves of his body.. It was all a comfort.

- You didn’t miss how his body arched into your touch, or the goosebumps that rose on his skin. He lifted his arms and let you push the fabric of his shirt up, breaking the kiss so he could pull it off the rest of the way.

- His breathing was heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked at you. He let the fabric fall where he stood before gently grabbing your blouse, fingers working with unnatural speed as he undid the buttons.

- His eyes never left yours as he pushed the shirt over your shoulders. He simply pulled you back to him and moaned against your lips as your bare skin met his.

- Your soft whimpers and whines made his cock harden in his jeans, and it wasn’t long before he was guiding you up the stairs, clothes being lost along the way. Both of you stumbling and tripping as he laughed softly, your answering grin making his heart sing.

- By the time you hit the bed, both of you were naked. Deacon crawled over you and instantly pressed his lips back to yours, his hands soft and featherlight as he let them roam over your body.

- Deacon was usually rougher in bed, which suited you just fine. But something was different tonight. His kisses were soft and soothing, his hands gentle as they caressed every curve of your body, grabbing and squeezing gently at your hips and thighs.

- Your breathing hitched in your throat as you felt his hand slip between your thighs, fingers trailing through the wetness of your slit before finding your clit and rubbing slow circles. Your answering moan made him smile and he gazed down into your eyes, his usual primal gaze soft and loving.

- He pressed his forehead to yours and glanced down at your parted lips, eyes and ears eating up every movement and sound from you. “That’s it, baby, relax.. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always try my damndest to come home to you and the kids.”

- Your eyes never left his as he spoke, a blush creeping over your cheeks at his promise. You swallowed hard and nodded, legs spreading as you felt a finger dip into you, a whimper slipping out. “I love you, David.”

- The words couldn’t have been more than a whisper, but his answering smile and mumbled “I love you.” Made your heart beat quicker.

- He took his time with you that night, every moment gentle and emphasized with affection. His fingers and mouth devoured you for what felt like hours. You tried to get your mouth on him but he gently pushed back down into the bed and promised you next time.

- His thrusts were so slow, so gentle, you could have melted right there into the sheets. He held you to him the entire time, hand on your thigh, then your cheek as your leg tightened around his hips.

- His lips never seemed to leave your skin. Your cheek, jaw, neck, chest, anywhere he could reach. He was kissing and marking you, leaving you reminders that he adored you.

- Deacon was never shy about being vocal, but tonight he seemed even louder. His grunts, groans, raspy moans of pleasure drove you insane. Your toes curled every time he thrust into you and a deep grunt sounded in your ear.

- His back was a mess of scratches and nail marks that he’d admire in the morning, no doubt. The first time you ever had sex with him, you were embarrassed and apologized profusely for the mess on his back. He simply grinned and silenced you with a kiss.

- Your orgasm built so slow and steady, you didn’t notice it until it was right there. You were so focused on him, feeling him inside you and pressed into you, you practically cried in pleasure. It was more intense than any other you’d had with him.

- You was cumming only a moment after you, and his cursing and moaning in your ear told you he felt the same. The hot spurts filling you made your toes curl, and when he collapsed half on top of you, you wrapped yourself around him, savoring the feeling.

- He was still nestled inside you, his cum slowly leaking out between your legs, when he finally moved. Pulling out oh so gently before laying beside you, gently tugging you into his chest and covering you both up.

- He’d always been a gentleman and cleaned you up first, but tonight he knew you needed to be held. The mess could wait.

- You nestled your head on his chest and closed your eyes, his steady heartbeat in your ear soothing. His hand stroked gently through your hair, his kisses on your forehead making you smile.

- “Thank you..” you whispered softly. You felt his answering smile in your hair, but he shook his head as his fingertips trailed down your back. “You don’t have to thank me for anything.”

- You were almost asleep when his phone went off from somewhere in the hallway. It was still in his pocket when you both made your way up here, stumbling out of your clothes.

- He cursed softly and gently moved you, steps soft and quiet as he grabbed his phone and returned to you. He slipped right back under you and held you close, free hand checking his phone as you watched with sleepy eyes.

- “Tan is gonna be just fine.” The relief in his voice was obvious, and you smiled wide, leaning up and kissing his scruffy cheek.

- He set his phone on the night stand and adjusted the blankets before hugging you close, both of you relaxing and falling asleep in no time.

[dominiquelucalover]

Merry Christmas | David "Deacon" Kay x Fem!Reader

Summary: You intend to make the most out of your first Christmas with the Kay family after moving in.

CW: domestic, Christmas fluff

Wrapping presents Christmas Eve night and into the early hours of Christmas morning was fun if tiring, but you and Deacon managed to get through it all with smiles on your faces. What started off as a simple mission to make Christmas happen turned into realizing the two of you had over-compensated for the kids. Emptying the closet of hidden-away toys and other gifts had slowly turned into a temporary nightmare as you both realized you'd bought enough gifts for a small village, but you didn't blame each other. You couldn't.

It was the first Christmas you'd be spending with the Kay family as the kids' step-mother, which was a big deal. All you and Deacon wanted to do was make it extra special, especially since you worried it would remind the kids that Annie wasn't around anymore. You wanted them to have the best Christmas yet, and by extension give Deacon a great Christmas too.

So, as you pulled gifts from boxes and neatly wrapped them in colorful paper, using different colors for each kid to make things a little easier, you were having so much fun. Christmas music played lowly in the background so you wouldn't wake the children and you softly hummed along to get through the night. You hoped to get some sleep before Matthew or Lila woke up at the crack of dawn in an excitement that could only come around on Christmas morning.

However, Deacon was puzzled when he got to the end of his pile of jolly gifts. He held up a small rectangular box with his name written across the top. He took a glance over at you, wondering why you'd gotten him a watch when he didn't need one. However, no matter what, he thought it was sweet of you to get him anything at all. Of course he'd gotten you something, he hadn't forgotten something so important, but he didn't expect anything from you. You were already the greatest gift he could have gotten after his divorce; you loved him and his kids, which was all he needed.

"Here, you should wrap this," he said with a smile, passing it over to you.

You looked up to see what he was talking about and let your mouth fall open. "How did that get in there?"

You gently took it from him and looked at it, then handed it back to him. "You should open it now?"

"Are you sure?" he asked.

You looked at the clock beside the bed and grinned. "Yeah, it's Christmas after all."

He smiled, loving your cheerfulness and excitement for the holiday. He held the box and inspected it, pretending to think of what it could be, drawing a laugh from your beautiful lips. Then he opened the lid and stared down at what was inside.

It wasn't a watch.

It was a positive pregnancy test.

Your positive pregnancy test.

He stared at it for a moment before looking up at you, seeing your happy, hopeful smile. The two of you had never talked about having any kids. He had a house full when you moved in, so there seemed to be no reason to talk about it. However, when you got suspicious of your tender beasts and nausea, you had to consider the option that another pair of little feet could be running around the Kay home. You weren't opposed to the idea, it actually thrilled you.

You only hoped Deacon liked that idea as much as you did.

So, as you sat with your heart beating in your ears, you tried to read his expression as you sat together, most of the kids' presents wrapped and ready to put under the tree. It didn't take long for you to look into those beautiful brown eyes you've come to love so much and see how much he adored you.

"This is real?" he asked, almost in disbelief.

You grinned at his question and nodded. "Yeah... we're having a baby."

He got up and came over to you, swooping down to engulf you in a hug before you could even stand from your seat. His lips descended upon your face in fast, loving kisses that tickled your skin. You giggled softly, trying to remember that the children were asleep upstairs, but Deacon didn't seem to care. He gently lifted you up and held you close, pulling back only to cup your jaw and bring you into a passionate kiss. No words were needed to describe just how happy he was to enter another chapter in his life with you by his side: having another happy baby.

As he parted from your lips, he whispered, "I love you so much."

You smiled at him, holding his neck in your hands ever so gently. "I love you too. Merry Christmas, Deac."

His hand came down and caressed your belly, where your baby was growing. He couldn't contain his excitement, though he was tired, and kissed you again.

"Best Christmas ever," he mumbled against your lips.

@passionwillow I hope you enjoy this because honestly I wouldn't have written for Deacon if not for you; you inspire me :)

[passionwillow]

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

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

“Do I look pretty today?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[passionwillow]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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?"

[passionwillow]

Pretty Baby

I am in love with Deacon and just love writing for him. 😩 Thank you for the request. 🫶🏻❤️

Warnings: Smut! 18+

You and Deacon had been together a few months, and he was the sweetest guy you could have asked for. Caring, patient, funny and understanding. You had fallen head over heels with him, and you couldn't be more grateful for the time he gave you to adjust in the new relationship.

The age gap wasn't anything either of you cared about or paid attention to. The only thing you worried about was the fact you had little experience when it came to being intimate. More like none, to be honest, you were still a virgin. Deac, on the other hand, enjoyed the fact and took any opportunity he could to teach you things in the bedroom.

Like right now.

He was on the couch, legs spread wide and hands resting casually on his thighs. You were on your knees between his legs, eyes bright with excitement and nervousness, hands fiddling impatiently in your lap.

"Don't be shy, baby. Undo the belt first." His soothing, firm words sent a tingle down your spine, and you followed his direction. Your fingers worked on his belt buckle, fumbling slightly as you pulled at the leather and undid the belt, fingers eagerly going for the button on his dark jeans next.

Your eagerness amused him, and he hummed as you undid the zipper. "Good girl." His praise went straight to your core, and you smiled as your hands rested on his thighs, watching as he lifted his hips and let you pull his briefs and jeans down, his muscled thighs flexing as he relaxed back into the couch.

Your eyes went to his hard cock and your cheeks heated, lips parted as you studied the long, thick shaft. His head was pink and damp, pre-cum gathering at the tip, veins running along his shaft. You licked your lips and looked up at him, his brown eyes already on yours as he smiled, reaching down and gently grabbing your chin.

"Don't be nervous, babygirl, I'm right here with you. Just follow my directions, okay?" You relaxed into his touch and smiled, nodding quickly and glancing at his cock, voice soft and eager. "Can I-.. Please?" He cracked a grin and nodded, sitting back as he gathered your hair into a ponytail.

"Use your tongue to start." You leaned in and gently licked a stripe up his shaft, his taste enticing as you let your tongue flick over his tip, collecting his precum and swallowing with hum. You looked up into his eyes as you licked over his shaft, tracing the veins of his cock with your tongue and whispering. "Like this?"

His breathing was quick and he bit his lip to muffle his sounds, cock hardening even more at the cautious attention from your tongue. He nodded at your words and licked his lips, eyes darkening as they met yours. "That's it, princess. Keep going." You smiled at his praise and took his tip in your mouth, careful to have your lips over your teeth as you suckled, bobbing slowly and experimenting with how much could fit in your mouth.

Deac let out a deep groan as he felt your wet mouth around him, thighs flexing as he fought not to thrust into your mouth. His hand held your hair and moved with you as he suckled on him, letting you set the pace and decide how you wanted to move.

His breathing picked up and his moans and grunts spurred you on, trying to take him further but gagging. "Easy, baby, easy." He inhaled shakily and gave your hair a small tug, voice raspy. 'Relax your jaw, babygirl, and your throat." You whimpered around him and followed his directions, slowly easing down on him and moaning as you managed half of him. You looked up through your lashes as you bobbed steadily, your eyes a little teary as you smiled faintly around him.

His eyes never left the sight before him, you on your knees with your mouth full of his cock. He groaned low and closed his eyes, head falling back on the couch as he thrust ever so slightly into your mouth. "Shit, baby, that's it.. Christ.. Use your hand too, baby." You let your tongue trace the underside of his shaft as you let your spit soak him, your hand coming up and holding his shaft, stroking what didn't fit. You couldn't help but whining, the new taste of him and weight of him in your tongue turning you into a soaked mess.

"Such a good girl for me, baby, that's so good." His voice was turning rougher and raspier, and his hand was tightening in your hair, sending more pleasure between your legs. You whimpered around him and moved quicker, hand squeezing his base and moving in perfect rhythm with your mouth.

He looked down at you with dark eyes, the brown almost black as he bit his lip, thighs flexing as he cursed. "I'm gonna cum, baby, ease- ease up before.." You smiled faintly at his words and hollowed your cheeks, increasing the pressure around his cock and trying to fit him further in your mouth, gagging slightly. You whined around him and gazed at him through teary eyes, Deacon cursing and arching off the back, fingers clawing at your scalp as he came.

The hot spurts hit your tongue as you swallowed eagerly, pulling up to his tip and stroking his shaft, draining him with a hum and shivering at the taste of him coated your tongue. His panting breaths filled the room and as you pulled away with a grin, he looked down at you and chuckled. "Jesus, princess.." You laughed slightly and licked your lips, and Deac leaned down to cup your cheek, thumb wiping your wet chin and whispering. "Such a pretty baby."

[passionwillow]

These pictures made me feral, and my thoughts kind of went with a request I had, so here you go. ☺️

- Being undercover with Deacon and having to pretend to be in a relationship, keeping close and touching one another. The man you’re scouting was on edge and didn’t trust either of you, so leaning into the couple angle was the best bet.

- “I think my girl and I would be very interested in helping you move the money.” Deacon played his role flawlessly, and when he leaned down to kiss you, to seal the man’s image of you both, you eagerly obliged.

- But that one kiss was heated and heavy, tongues clashing as his hand gripping your hair, his other hand on tour lower back so he can keep you right against his toned body.

- There had never been much going on between you and Deacon. You were coworkers, maybe friends. There was an age gap between you both so you never bothered to see if there was anything in common. But the kiss unveiled something within you both.

- The next few hours were absolutely torturous, having to act like a couple while pretending to be interested in this idiots money laundering business. He was giving you every bit of information you needed though.

- Deacons hand stayed on your back, his fingers tracing along your spine as he played his roll perfectly, asking all the right questions and feigning interest while it took everything in you not to snap and jump his bones.

- Once a deal was struck, Deacon wasted no time dragging you back to the hotel. He broke every speed limit on the way there and had you pushed up against the wall in the elevator, mouth on yours kissing feverishly, hands roaming over your ass and hips as his teeth and tongue explored your mouth.

- You could feel how hard he was, his cock pressing into your hip as he mumbled. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

- His words made you groan, and your hand slid down between your bodies, cupping his bulge and palming it as he mouth moved to your neck, teeth scraping against your jugular as he groaned deeply.

-When the doors opened he pulled you out and down the hall to his room, hands trembling slightly as he unlocked the door and pushed you inside.

- Your lips met again in a searing kiss as he kicked the door shut behind him, your hands on his belt and tugging at the leather.

- Your eagerness to touch him and taste him was driving him insane, and he squeezed your hips roughly before pushing you back on his bed.

- He laid you out and undid his belt the rest of the way, revealing a gun that had been tucked into his waist and covered by his gray shirt.

- The sight gave you a tremor and he quickly stripped his clothes before working on yours, admiring every inch of skin that was revealed.

- He covered your body in eager kisses, mouth soft and more gentle that it had been earlier, mouth briefly teasing your nipples before dipping his head between your legs, his tongue not hesitating before tasting you.

- You had a death grip on his silver hair as he feasted on you, lips locked around your clit and fingers playing in your juices before slipping two inside, curling and roughly massaging your g-spot.

- Your cries and whines of pleasure spurred him on, and he finally pulled back once he had you cumming in his mouth, licking his lips and purring. “Wanna fuck you.”

- You were breathless and whining as he got between your legs and eased inside you, his cock stretching you and hitting the deepest parts.

-His gave you time to adjust before he started thrusting, nails digging into your skin as he pleasured you.

- His cock dragged against ever part of you, and your noises filled the room as he worked into you, nails digging into your skin.

-It was only a matter of time before you were cumming hard, walls soaking and clenching around him as you cried out.

- He filled you up shortly after, his deep groans echoing in the room before he pulled back and laid down, catching his breath and staring at the ceiling. He quietly took your hand and laced your fingers, squeezing and looking at you with a smile.

[passionwillow]

Soft Sex with Deacon

I had no time to work on my angsty Deacon fic, or the x Male one, but I wanted to write and threw this together!

Warnings: smut! And fluff. 18+

- Deacon is most soft in the morning. He can be soft and sweet at any time with you, don’t get me wrong. But he’s the softest when the day is beginning.

- Waking up after a long shift, muscles sore, rolling over if he wasn’t already cuddling you and snaking his arms around you.

- He loves to soak up your warmth and the scent of you. Face buried in your neck, his beard leaving little tickles on your skin.

- He isn’t in any rush to have sex. He’s taking his time waking up and just being with you. Little kisses tracing your jaw or your neck, hands roaming over your body.

- He isn’t trying to be sexual with his touches, just loving. He loves to memorize every curve and bump, feel how soft your skin is, and feel close to you.

- His lips eventually find yours in a sweet kiss, hand cupping your cheek and legs tangled with yours. He loves to bite your bottom lip, suckling and lazily tugging at it.

- He loves it when you kiss his neck. Feeling your soft lips on his skin, your hands running over his body. He loves being in the quiet moment and just loving you.

- He won’t usually speak much. Maybe a good morning, or an I love you. Telling you how beautiful you are. But mostly he says it with his body. You’re beyond using words with him.

- He isn’t moving from his cuddling position. He’ll guide your legs around him, holding you close, and make love to you like that. On your sides, bodies flush.

- He won’t usually finger you or go down on you in the morning. He just holds you and eases into you. Your wetness is just enough for him.

- Oh god he does it so slowwww. Inch by inch, thrust by thrust, he’ll sheath himself into you.

- He’s very vocal about his pleasure, he sees no reason not to be. His voice is so thick with sleep his moans are like growls. Face buried in your neck between you and the pillow, hips rolling slow and deep as he thrusts into you.

- Feeling your nails on his back, or a hand pulling his hair turns him on more. Your soft, sleepy whines and moans, your hips moving in perfect rhythm with his.. It’s heaven to him.

- He eventually pulls back to look at you, pressing his forehead to yours and gazing at you so lovingly, his quick breaths matching yours as he continues to thrust.

- Sometimes he’ll stop for a moment, enjoying the feeling of simply being connected to you, trading soft kisses before eventually moving again.

- Even at such a slow pace, he makes you cum every time. It’s a slow build and the climax that comes is more powerful than anything else.

- After you both finish he loves to just lay there for a bit, letting you warm his cock as he kisses over your face and chest, eventually slipping out and showering with you.

- At this point he’s speaking, voice still sluggish from sleep as he tells you how much he loves and adores you. 🩷

[passionwillow]

12 with deacon? I think I like dramas

OH I LOVE THE DRAMA

It was no secret your relationship was doomed. Why you stuck around, you weren't sure. Andrew was a drunk, hardly worked, all the bills were on you. And there was little love.

You worked in the technology department of SWAT and 20-David were some of your closest friends. Especially Deacon.

You were in the lunch room at HQ, looking over some info you pulled from a suspect when you felt someone behind you, standing close. You looked over your shoulder and cracked a smile as your eyes met Deacon's. "You're here late." You chided.

He smiled and walked around to stand beside you, looking over the arrest record of a suspect and humming. "Wanted to catch you before you left.. See if you were alright."

Your smile faded as you looked back to the screen, shrugging and closing the file. "Just a bad fight this morning. Y'know."

Deacon kept his gaze on you nodded, stepping further into your space and resting his hands on either side of you, keeping you pinned. "You shouldn't have to go through all that, you know.. I'm still here. Still waiting if you need anything."

His voice had dropped to a low rumble, and the scent of him was in your nose, fogging any sense you had. Deacon had been quite open about his attraction to you, his feelings. Being in a relationship, you had turned him down quite a few times. Not because you didn't want him, god, you were always craving being near him. But because you wanted to salvage anything you could with Andrew.

Now you weren't sure it was worth it.

You gazed up at Deacon with wide eyes, breathing hitching before increasing in speed, Deacon smiling ever so slightly as he read the struggle on your face. "Come on.. Your boyfriend doesn't need to know about this." He purred, pressing further into you and letting his nose graze your jaw, lips brushing your ear as he whispered. "I can make you forget about him. I can make you feel so much better than he ever did.."

You shivered and closed your eyes as he spoke, skin burning with so much desire you could scream. You were completely lost to him, body thrumming as he pressed into yours. "I'll take care of you."

A whine slipped out and he chuckled, hand cupping your cheek as he leaned in close, eyes on yours and giving you a moment to pull away if you chose. His breath mixed with yours as you both panted, the tension thick enough to slice. You didn't give it much of a thought before leaning in and crashing your lips into his.

His mouth was hot and hungry on yours, hands sliding to your hips and squeezing before gliding over your ass, kneading the flesh there and mumbling. "Wanted this-.. For so long." His breathing was heavy and uneven, and you smiled slightly as he leaned in and kissed on your neck, biting and marking the skin as you whispered. "I've been thinking of you.. For so long, Deacon."

He smiled and kissed up to your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe before he mumbled. "Then let's make up for that lost time."

[passionwillow]

Have A Taste

Here we go, my babies! Luca x Virgin!Reader x Deacon. ❤️ I had so much fun writing this, it's definitely one of my favorites.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT. 18+ only!

Oh they would take such good care of you... Soft doms all the way.

They're each pressed into you as you stand in the bedroom, Luca's fingers undoing your blouse as he kisses along your jaw. Deacon is pressed up behind you and kissing the other side of your neck, his hands reaching around to undo your jeans.

They'd be so slow, so gentle as they undressed you, because they know the first time can be nerve wracking and scary. Especially when there's two of them.

Your blushing and trembling slightly as they take your clothing off, Luca's blue eyes soft and reassuring as he presses a kiss to your lips, drawing your attention to him as Deacon unclips your bra. He lets it slip off your shoulders to the floor as he cups your breasts, teeth grazing your shoulder as he plays with your peaked nipples.

Luca is cupping your cheek and holding you close as you whimper and moan into his mouth, wearing only your lacy pink panties as Deacon teases you, his husky breath rasping in your ear. "Such a beautiful girl, aren't you?"

His hard length is pressed into your cheek and the pleasure of his fingers pinching and rolling the tight buds between his fingers shoots straight to your core. You thighs are pressed together, desperate for some relief for the ache in your body.

Luca pulls back and eyes your chest with hungry eyes, stepping back enough to get his own clothes off. The pile of discarded clothing was growing by the second.

Only Deacon stayed dressed for the moment, his lips and teeth marking your neck as his hand slid over your tummy, dipping beneath the waistband of your flimsy panties and going straight to your core, fingers gliding easily as they collect the wetness pooled there. "You like this, baby? All the attention on you, thinking of everything we're going to do?"

His fingers move torturously slow as they teased your entrance, moving to your clit and rubbing small circles as you whined and arched into him, hands grasping desperately at his arm. He simply smiled and wrapped his free arm around your middle, keeping you steady as he teased you.

It wasn't long before two of his digits were sliding into you, fingering you slow and steady to stretch you open for them. Your moans were loud and shaky, your back arched and toes curling into the carpet as he pleasured you, fingers curling just right and nudging a spot inside you that sent fireworks up your spine.

He brought you to the edge before pulling away, smiling wide at the desperate whine that left your throat. Luca was already on the bed, waiting patiently and admiring every curve of your body. Deacon kissed your shoulder and guided you with a gentle touch to the bed, Luca taking your hands and guiding you up onto the bed and into his lap.

His large hand cupped your cheek and brought your lips to yours, letting out a soft hum as you became embolden and slid your hands over his chest, touching him with trembling fingers.

His hands, calloused but so gentle, roamed over your body and memorized every line and curve, his soft lips moving with yours slow and easy. His hands cupped your breasts and squeezed, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he whined softly.

Your hips pressed and ground into his without a second thought, your body desperate for any friction after Deacon's teasing. As Luca groaned at the lacy fabric dragging over his cock, the bed shifted as Deacon joined you both, toned body bare as he held your hips and whispered in your ear. "You're a needy girl, huh?"

You looked back into his brown eyes and bit your lip, nodding quickly and whimpering soft and faint. He smiled and kissed your cheek, hands grabbing your panties and tearing them off in one smooth motion.

Luca watched with shimmering eyes and grinned at your surprised gasp. The wet spot was visible to both men, and Deacon smirked as he tossed the material aside and looked at you, brown eyes finding yours as he brushed your hair over your shoulder and kissed the revealed skin. Your delicate flesh around your neck and jaw were already marked from both of them.

Deacon was quick to move you out of Luca's lap and lay you on the bed, his eyes never straying from yours as he took a place between your legs, mouth peppering your inner thighs with kisses as Luca pressed beside you, soothing your nerves and resting a large hand on your tummy. "Relax, princess.. Just lay back and let us do the work for you."

The words were so inviting, so enticing, and it was easy for you to relax into his warm body and close your eyes, Deacon's mouth finally attaching to the sweet, wet mess between your thighs.

His tongue drew moans and gasps from your lips, the way his tongue danced between your folds and teased your clit making your toes curl and thighs tremble. His lips attached to your sensitive bud and didn't let up for a second. Luca listened and watched with dark eyes, and you almost didn't notice his hand take yours and guide it to his cock, encouraging you to stroke as the other man moaned into your clit.

Your back arched and you cried out in pleasure, hand moving along Luca's length. Your senses were overloaded and your skin felt like it was on fire.

His words kept you grounded and at ease, his deep groans mixing with yours as he rasped. "Just like that, baby.. You're doing so good. Keep moving your hand just like that. His mouth feel good on that pretty little pussy?"

The praise, the dirty words, the feel of Deacon's tongue inside you and Luca's thick cock was overwhelming, and your soft cries of pleasure were definitely heard by the neighbors.

Deacon's scruff scratched deliciously at your skin, and your thighs were practically wrapped around his head when he pulled away, smirking at your blissed out expression and laying on the other side of you. Luca took his place and wasted no time diving in, and the moans had just died off when you cried out again.

Deacon moaned in surprise as you grabbed for his cock, stroking and whining as Luca delved into you. Deacon's eyes never left your face as Luca feasted and he gently took a hold of your throat, mouth to your ear as he purred. "Doing so well for us, baby. Gonna make you feel so good, I promise. Spread your legs wider, baby, keep them open."

His authoritative tone went right to your already soaked pussy, and all you could muster was a whine, hand tightening around his cock as he moaned in your ear, fingers tightening ever so slightly around your throat in response.

You couldn't be sure how long they took turns tasting and feasting on you, but you knew each time you'd almost cum they'd switch, leaving you hovering on the edge and grinning at your desperate cries.

Deacon finally broke the cycle and positioned himself between your legs, his thick cock finding only minimal resistance as he slid into you. You were so wet that the only hinderance was your own tight walls.

He eased into you bit my bit, your soft whimpers soothed as Luca kissed your cheek and jaw, laying beside you and holding on to one of your bent legs. "Relax and breathe, princess, it'll feel so good.."

Deacon's own moans and grunt filled the room as he worked into you and starting thrusting, your burning pain turning to pleasure as he fucked you. His hips found a hard, steady rhythm and Luca held you close as he watched. The expression on your face, the sounds coming from your mouth.

Deacon held your hips and didn't hold back on the bruising grip, his fingerprints sure to be left behind tomorrow morning. Your tight walls fluttering and holding him made him moan loudly, and your breathless whimpers made Luca bite his lip, reaching between your legs and rubbing your clit in tight circles.

The stimulation became too much to bear and you came with a loud cry, back arching and legs trembling. Deacon fucked you through your first orgasm and groaned as he watched you, finishing only a moment after you. His cum filled you in spurts and he cursed as he rolled his hips, slowly pulling out after a moment and smirking as his seed leaked from you.

He took a spot beside you and let Luca take his place, kissed your cheek and jaw as the other man wasted no time thrusting into you, your weak groan only spurring him on as he started to fuck you.

Luca was a bit gentler than Deacon, holding your hips with a softer hand and thrusting slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of his cock. Deacon took another hold of your throat and kissed your cheek and jaw, biting at your earlobe before whispering. "Taking our cocks so well, baby.. I'm so proud of you. Just give us one more, okay? Can you do that for us?"

A tremor ran through your body as Luca's cock continued to kiss your cervix, Deacon's words lighting a fire in your gut. You mumbled incoherently and Deacon held your thigh tight, keeping your legs spread for the other man. "That's it, let go. Let it go baby, and cum for us."

Your first orgasm had been like a firework, but the second, so soon after the first was like an explosion. You weren't sure what sounds you made, what happened next, all you knew was blinding white pleasure. Luca fucked into your limp body a few more times before bottoming out and filling you, your walls like a vice as he groaned.

Their mixed cum leaked out onto the sheets, and you didn't have the strength or mindset to care. Your legs were still shaking, your breathing ragged as both men got up, and the next thing you felt was them cleaning you with the lightest touches. Like they knew your skin felt like live flames.

Deacon took a place on your right side, Luca on your left, and their warmth and strong arms around you finally soothed you. A content smile was fixed to your face, and you thought you mumbled something like a thank you to them before dozing off.

They both smiled and held you, and there wasn't a safer place for you to be.

[passionwillow]

Tell Me It's Okay

This is a lil blurb I thought up while I was at the gym today, and I wanted to put it out since I got quite a few requests done today!

Warnings: Fluff and comfort.

Some days at work are harder than others. The things Deacon has to see, the things he has to do. Some days he can come home on time with a smile on his face. Other times, like tonight, he comes home late mentally and physically exhausted. And the only things he wants is you.

You're already asleep in bed wearing one of Deac's shirts and panties when he comes home. His routine is the same, making sure the house is locked up tight and secure, peeking in on the kids to put his mind at ease, and then you.

Seeing you so relaxed and content, and in his clothes, warms his heart. He quietly undresses and takes a shower, the moment alone giving him time to switch from work mode to father and boyfriend mode.

He dries off and goes through his nightly routine of freshening up before coming to bed, slipping on a pair of briefs and sweatpants before he climbs in with you. His warm body presses up to yours and his arms snake around your middle, kissing your shoulder and neck. It was dark in the room, but he could have found his way blindfolded. The soft touches and kisses wake you from your slumber, and the soft smile curling your lips makes Deacon relax further.

"Bad day?" You know Deacon's had a bad day when you're woken up, or he attaches himself to you the second he comes home. You never mind, in fact you encourage him to wake you up. You don't want him sitting in those emotions all night.

He hums a response and watches as you roll over to face him, tightening his hold and resting his head on the same pillow as you, foreheads touching. "Yeah. Some kids were involved, rough situation." His voice was quiet, soft, and your hand found his cheek in the darkness.

You stroked it quietly and closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of him and whispering. "You wanna talk about it?" He shook his head and slid his hand under your (his) shirt, feeling over the bare skin there. "I just want you." He rasped. You shivered at the touch of his cold hands and nodded, nose brushing his as you rested your hands on his bare chest, fingers tracing little shapes.

His breathing softened and relaxed as he laid quietly with you, legs tangled together as he let his mind empty of everything but you. The feel of your soft body against his, the scent of your shampoo and perfume in his nose, the sound of your light breathing. He closed the gap with his eyes still shut, lips pressing into yours soft and light. You pressed back with equal softness and moved your hand back to his cheek, thumb brushing over his jaw.

You broke apart from his and pressed a kiss to his nose, Deacon smiling at the gesture and burying his face into your neck, between you and the pillow. You slid your hand to his hair and held the back of his head, resting your cheek on his head and holding him.

Deacon was always so strong for you and the kids. He took his role as the man of the house seriously, but some nights he was so tired, exhausted, and worried about the future, what was happening now.. He needed held. He needed to be told everything was okay.

So you held him. Didn't push him about his day, what was wrong. Just held him and breathed and let him relax in your arms. It felt good to be the one to help him.

To protect the protector.

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10 for Deacon and Rocker, please 💜

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

Deacon

“Fuck, baby, don’t stop.” Deacon rasped as he sat by the foot of the bed. His dark eyes never left you as you laid on the mattress, legs spread and knees bent as the vibrator assaulted your clit. Your moans and panting breathes filled the room, along with the buzzing from your toy.

Deacon sat back in the chair and bit his lip as he watched you pleasure yourself, his cock straining in his jeans as he cursed softly. “Look so beautiful like that, baby. Turn it up.” His commanding down sent a tingle down your spine as you obeyed and upped the intensity, crying out as Deacon smirked and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Good girl.”

Rocker

“So this is what you do when I’m not around?” Rocker teased as he sat on the bed beside you, watching you slowly push the purple dildo deeper inside of you, choking on your moans as the toy stretched you. “Such a needy little thing, huh?”

He eyed your bare skin and let a hand run over your thigh, watching you pleasure yourself and whispering. “So desperate to be filled.” His low voice made you blush, and you glanced up at him through your lashes as he slowly fucked yourself with the toy. He smirked down at you and reached down between your legs, taking the base of the dildo and pushing it deeper, your loud moan making him grin. “You can take it all, baby. That’s my girl.”

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#41 with Deacon. He deserves it

If your posts are how I die, please know this is what I wanted

I HAD THIS DONE THIS MORNING I FORGOT TO POST IT.

😭😭 im so glad you’re enjoying my posts.

I combined this with 34 for Deacon since I had a request for it!

Deacon was on you the second you came through the door. Hands roaming over your hips and waist, mouth latched onto your neck, body pressing yours into the door.

You laughed breathlessly as you tugged at his silver locks, his scruff scratching your skin as you spoke. “Deac, baby-.. Hold on-“ He pulled back and looked at you with a smile, lips parted as he breathed heavily. “I missed you.”

You looked up at him and grinned at the simple phrase, how sweet it was. You cupped his cheek and laughed softly as you pecked his lips. “I missed you too, dork.” He pecked back and slid his hands down your thighs, grabbing them and easily picking you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and clung to his broad shoulders, lips moving over his cheek as he carried you to the couch and sat down, holding you in his lap and relaxing into the cushions as you bit his neck. “I’ve been thinking-.. Mm.. All day I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel to have your head between my legs.”

The low, gravel tone in his voice made you shiver. You sat up and looked down at him, his brown eyes filled with lust and need. Your lips curled into a smile and you moved off his lap, kneeling between his legs and undoing his belt. “Lucky for you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking of your cock all day.” You teased, and his eyes widened in surprise. You usually let him do all the dirty talking.

He grinned at your words and watched you free his cock, tip already leaking. You kept your eyes on his as you licked the shining head before taking him in your mouth, tongue curling around him. His familiar taste, the familiar feel of him on your tongue made you moan softly, and Deacons low groan made you shiver.

“Shit, your mouth always feels so good.” He grunted, hips shifting slightly to fit deeper. You happily relaxed your jaw and took him in further, bobbing slowly along his shaft and letting your tongue drag along his cock.

You teased him for god knows how long, lips and tongue and hand drawing groans and grunts from his mouth. He slipped a hand into your hair and tugged, gently guiding you off his cock before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

His teeth and tongue assaulted your lower lip, voice a soft growl as he spoke. “Ride me like a cowgirl. I need you.” You couldn’t help but grin at his words, standing and undoing the button on your pants, slipping your jeans off. His eyes traced your every move, licking his lips as he pulled you back in and guiding you to his lap, cock already nudging your slicked entrance.

You sank down on him with a soft whine, walls clenching around his shaft as he stretched you open and filled you to the brim. You pressed your forehead to his and looked into his eyes, breathing shaky as you whispered. “I love you, Deacon.”

He looked up at you and smiled, arms circling your middle and holding you closer as he mumbled. “I love you too.”

You smiled and captured his lips with yours, hips moving and rolling along his cock as you both drowned in one another.

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Deacon gagging you with your own panties before spreading your legs and just railing the shit out of you. His hips are just jackhammering into yours as you moan uncontrollably, squirming and whining as he stretches you.

“Don’t run from it, baby.” He coos as his cock kisses your cervix. “You begged for it.”

And you did and you’re in absolute heaven as he fucks you relentlessly, your moans and cries muffled by the fabric in your mouth. His thumb finds your clit and rubs it in little circles as you clench on him, cock rubbing your walls so good.

“That’s it, pretty baby, take it. Take my cock.” He grunts as he stretches you open around him. He put a mirror right across from the bed, right on the wall so he can grab you by the hair, turning your head and making you watch as he just wrecks you.

He’s staring into your eyes, brown orbs unable to look away at the absolute bliss on your face. Cooing and telling you how beautiful you look taking his cock, getting railed by him.

“This is mine. My pussy. Got it?” He asks as his hips slap into yours, grabbing your jaw and looking into your eyes, lips parted as he pants. He makes you cum so good, so hard you’re almost in tears from the pleasure.

And then he’s cleaning you up, cradling you close and kissing all over your face like he wasn’t just rocking your shit. ❤️

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7 with Deacon? I love how you write, thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)

The party for the entire SWAT team was a huge event. All the members, people from other departments, it was massive. It was being held at a new hotel that had opened up, and Deacon was excited to take you out and show you off.

Except you’d been teasing the shit out of him all night. And now you were cornered on a dark balcony, your dress hitched around your waist and panties on the ground, Deacon thrusting into you so slow it was torturous.

The drag of his cock along your sensitive walls, his lips on your ear as he whispered the filthiest things to you.

“Teasing me all night, just so I’d fuck you? Hm? Trying to get caught, so everyone sees you’re a little slut?” His teeth bit at your sensitive flesh as he fucked into you, your breathy moans and whines stifled by the music and laughter inside.

He pulled back and grabbed your throat with his free hand, the other holding your leg up as he thrusted harder and quicker. His brown eyes studied yours as he watched the pleasure written on your face, his own moans slipping past his lips.

“Already shaking? This is what you wanted, baby.” You whined louder at his heated words, juices soaking his cock. You loved it when he was so dominant with you.

“That’s a good girl.. You gonna cum?” He fucked into you even deeper, you weren’t sure how it was possible. Your eyes were practically teared up from the pleasure, and he released your throat to press hard on your clit, eyes shining as you cried out and nodded quickly.

The knot in your stomach was ready to burst but the wicked grin on his face made you shiver. “Not yet. Not until I say so.” You whimpered and clawed at his suite jacket, eyes pleading as you watched you, his cheeks flushed as he cursed your name.

He rubbed quick circles on your clit, and you clenched hard as you tried to hold back. “Cum.” He said firmly, and you exploded around him, crying out his name as you soaked his cock, his hips slamming into yours as he came with you.

He buried his face in your shoulder as he filled you, and you bit hard on his neck. You held each other, panting for a moment as your highs rushed into you. He pulled back gently, cupping your cheeks and kissing you tenderly, so differently from before.

You smiled bright and fixed your dress, watching him button his pants before taking your panties from the ground, tucking them in his pocket with a wink.

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Also 13 with Deacon or Luca!

Please and thank you. You're amazing ❤️ I've never sent so many requests to someone before

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

(Thank you love!! ❤️)

Going out to the club was never something 20-David was interested in. But to celebrate Hondo’s birthday, everyone thought it might be fun. And you wanted any excuse to dance with Deacon.

So once the party had really started, you pulled him to the floor and set to dancing. His hands slid over your hips and waist, traveling occasionally down to your ass.

He was content to just dance and have a good time, wasn’t concerned about how well he actually danced. But watching you sway your hips with the music, hair tossed back and a grin in your face.. Something burned inside him.

His hands grew heavier, pulling you in so you’d grind on him, hands roaming over your ass and squeezing. You grinned at the touched and happily pushed into him, and before you knew it you were grinding and pulling at Deacon.

Everyone could see you and watch you, but you couldn’t care. He was grinding into you and slipping a hand under your skirt, cursing when he felt no panties. “Fuck, baby.” He breathed, and he pulled you off the floor, to the nearest bathroom.

He pushed open the door and pressed you to the wall, mouth hot and feverish as he kissed you. You moaned and instantly opened for him, letting his tongue taste the whiskey on your breath and pulling desperately at his clothes.

He blindly opened his pants and freed his cock, grinning as you spun without a word and he lifted your skirt, revealing your plush cheeks and giving one a smack without a second thought.

He pressed his cock to your entrance and eased in gently, his soft concern at odds with how rough he could fuck you.

He gave you a moment to adjust before railing into you, his lust, the feel of you around his cock overwhelming. The sound of skin on skin, the mixed breathes and moans, filled the bathroom.

Everyone had watched you two take off and knew what was happening, and everyone seemed content to hold their bladders for the time being.