#deacon kay x plussized!reader

[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?"

[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]

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

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.

[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]

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]

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]

I Can Help You

Helping Deacon relax after a long, hard shift.. You can figure out why I chose this picture, right?

Warnings: Smut! 18+

You hated seeing Deacon come home so exhausted. You knew his job was tough, and he was always good about not bringing it home. But it bothered you seeing how much it took out of him.

He came home quieter than usual, greeting you with a kiss and a mumbled hello before dropping his bag and heading upstairs to take a shower.

You cleaned up in the kitchen and packaged up his dinner for later, knowing he might not even eat tonight.

You went upstairs and peeked into your bedroom, footsteps quiet, smiling when he saw him sitting on the bed. His towel still around his waist. You walked in and stood between his legs, his hands finding your waist as his eyes met yours, a tired smile on his face.

“Sorry for not sitting and eating, babe. It was just a long day.” You shook your head and cupping his cheeks, admiring his features. “I get it. It’s alright. The foods there when you’re ready.” He smiled and nodded, eyes closing as he relaxed under your touch.

“You wanna talk about it?" Sometimes he took you up on the offer and vented about the day, other times he stayed quiet. Today was a quiet night, he shook his head and hugged you closer, his head resting against your tummy.

"No, I'm alright, babe." You combed your fingers through his damp hair, kneading gently and humming. "I think I can help you relax."

Your tone was innocent enough, Deacon looking up at you curiously. "How?"

You smiled sweetly at him and slowly kneeled down, tugging playfully at his towel. "Take this off and I'll show you."

His brows shot up in surprise but a smile curled his lips, hips raising from the bed so you could pull it off. You smiled sweetly as you scooted closer, eyeing his cock and grinning when you saw it was already hardening.

You gently grabbed his cock and let a string of spit land on the head, slowly stroking and smiling as he let out a soft groan. Your kept your eyes on him as you stroked slowly, getting him fully hard before letting your tongue taste him.

Your tongue slowly licked over his pink head before kissing it, thumb running over the slit before you licked a braid stripe up his cock. He leaned back slightly on his hands, letting one come up and brush your hair back as his breathing picked up. "Oh, fuck- baby.."

His shaky voice made you beam with pride, and you eagerly took him in your mouth. The taste of him, the weight of his cock on your tongue was all pleasantly familiar. Deacon didn't let you go down on him often, he focused so much on your pleasure. But god you loved sucking him off.

You bobbed smoothly along his shaft, tongue dragging and curling around him just how he liked. His moans and heavy breathing made your toes curl, and you stroked the bit of him you couldn't fit in your mouth.

His head fell back with a groan, eyes slipping shut as his hips twitched, thrusting up ever so slightly into your mouth. You studied his expression eagerly, taking more of him down your throat and gagging before pulling off of him, fist stroking him quickly as you licked your lips. "Fuck, baby, you taste so good."

He looked down at you and cracked a grin, giving your hair a gentle tug as he cursed. "Fuck, your mouth, princess.." You grinned and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his balls before suckling on them, a deep moan echoing around the room as his hand tightened in your hair.

"Oh- fucking hell, shit, babe.." You hummed happily and closed your eyes, licking a strip back to his head before swallowing him down, bobbing quickly as one hand moved with your mouth, the other cupping his balls and massaging gently.

He was exploding in your mouth in no time, and you drank every drop like you were starving. The taste of him on your tongue, your eyes watering and chin wet with spit, you pulled off with a pop and grinned proudly.

His breathing was ragged and quick as he looked down at you between his legs, a smile spreading over his face as he laughed softly. "God, that's my good girl. Why don't you let me return the favor?"

He didn't ever eat his dinner that night.

[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.

[passionwillow]

Deacon making reader's 21st birthday special 😏

Oh.

Oh god.

I have so many emotions running through me at this idea.

You were a friend of Streets, maybe, someone he knew in the foster care system and stayed friends with. You met 20-David many times over the years and Deacon always stuck out to you. He was so fucking handsome.

And god did he look at you. Your tight jeans, your leggings that showed every fucking curve he dreamed of letting his hands run over. He felt like a dirty old man. His teammates 20 year old friend he was pining over. But it had been a year since Annie left and he hadn’t gotten much action.

Street was set on throwing you a birthday party for your 21st. You were friends with 20-David at this point and were happy to have them and a handful of other friends.

You pulled out your favorite blue dress for the occasion, wearing short heels you weren’t great at walking in but looked great with the dress.

Street insisted on taking care of everything, all you had to do was show up to Luca’s. And Deacons eyes never left you the whole night. The way the dress hugged your curves, fell over your thighs he wanted wrapped around his head-

He tried to hold back. Tried to keep his cool, smile and chit chat with you as he made your rounds to people.. But he couldn’t take it.

The party was still going by midnight and he weaved through the crowd to find you. You felt a hand on your arm and looked up, your eyes meeting his. He leaned in and spoke close to your ear, asking if he could see you in the house.

Everyone was gathered outside, given the nice weather, so it would give him privacy. For what- he wasn’t sure. He didn’t know what he planned to do.

But you willing followed him, hand still in his warm grasp as he took you inside. He shut the door and looked down at you, your dress cut low so he could see the top of your breasts.

He didn’t even register he was walking towards you, cornering you against the wall. His eyes couldn’t stop roaming over you, taking in everything he’d only dreamed of devouring.

You felt like cornered prey, yet arousal was pooling in your gut as the older man stalked you. Before you knew it his mouth was on yours, hot and demanding, and you gave yourself over without a thought.

Your hands with in his hair, tugging and holding for dear life as his went- everywhere. Cupping your breasts, roaming over your sides and hips, over your ass. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Before you knew it he had you picked up, legs around his waist as he kept you against the wall, mouth moving to your neck as he growled. “You know how long I’ve waited for this? To just- have you?”

His voice was low and gravely, his cock aching and pressed to your panties. You whined and ground against him, looking into his eyes and whispering. “So have me. Fuck me. It’s my birthday, and it’s what I want.”

You didn’t need to say anything else. He fucked you right there against the wall, freeing his cock and merely moving your panties to the side. He filled you like no one else had, stretching and dragging against your walls.

He couldn’t hold back, even if he wanted to. Your body flush against his, your moans and whines filling his ears. He was done for.

He pulled one orgasm from you against the wall, filling you up with his cum as he finished before pulling back, holding you to him as he walked with ease to a nearby bedroom. He didn’t know whose bed he fucked you on, and he didn’t really care.

He yanked your clothes from you and let them fall wherever, his own disappearing after. He moved to kick off your heels but he stopped you, a dark grin on his face.

He gave into everything, every dirty thought he’d had. Eating you out until you were practically in tears, his thick fingers teasing that sweet little pussy. Your mouth around his cock, eyes on his as he fucked into your mouth. And then sheathing himself in you once more, forehead pressed to yours as he fucked you into the mattress.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there with him, curled up in his arms before his lips found your ear, mumbling. “Happy Birthday, beautiful.”

You smiled and gave him a sweet peck, almost missing Luca as he came into his room and froze.

“What the fuck?”

[passionwillow]

Don't Tease Me

Hi guys! I'm back with another request today. Trying to continue the distraction process. ❤️ I'm working on some of the shorter requests I have before I delve into the juicy long ones you guys have asked for! Thank you again for the continued love and support.

Agegap!Reader x Deacon. Based on the episode where he was running in the towel.

Warnings: Smut! 18+

When you saw Deacon running down the street, nothing but a towel around his waist as he leaped onto the truck, you were turned on and amused all at once. Sure, he was twice your age. But he was also hotter than hell.

You couldn’t help but tease him a little once you guys got back to HQ. It was too easy and too fun. And a distraction from the ever growing feelings. Everyone else had left for the day, leaving for Luca's where he was hosting another BBQ for the teams. It was you and Deacon, gathering your items from your lockers in silence.

“Not bad for an old man.” You grabbed your bag from your locker as you shot a grin his way, Deacon slipping his jacket on and pausing for a moment at your words.

He shut the door to his locker and turned to you, arms crossed as he smiled faintly. “Old man, huh?” You shrugged innocently and smiled as you turned and headed out the door, throwing the last sentence over your shoulder. “You looked good doing it.”

Without making a sound, Deacon covered the distance between you both and reached around you, shutting the door to the locker room with a thud. You turned and froze as your eyes met his. He rested his hands on either side of your head, eyes a shade darker as he kept you pinned between him and the door.

"How about I show you how "old" I am, yeah?" He purred low and soft, and the blood rushed into your cheeks. Your lips parted slightly as you inhaled shakily, Deacon's eyes going to your mouth and pressing closer. His hand cupped the back of your head and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

You didn't hesitate to grab his jacket in your fists, kissing back eagerly and shivering as his other hand slid around your waist, pulling you in further with a hum.

His lips were soft and warm as they moved with yours, fingers curling in your hair as he pulled you from the door, mouth reluctantly leaving yours as he looked down at you. His eyes were glowing with lust as breathed heavily, hand sliding lower over your ass and squeezing hard. "Empty office. Now."

Your lips curled into a grin and you nodded quickly, Deacon's smile matching yours as he took your hand. His steps didn't falter as he opened the door and glanced around, walking quick but casual as he turned a few corners, stopping by a door at the end of the hallway and gently pushing you in front of him.

He opened the door and guided you in first before nudging it shut behind him, his hands finding your hips and pulling you in with a hunger gaze, mouth on yours before you could blink. You kissed back eagerly and moaned against his lips as his hands squeezed your ass again, kneading and humming as he walked you back through the office space.

His steps were sure and quiet as he pressed you into the desk, pulling back and listening to your heavy breathes as he kneeled before you. The view of him on your knees before you made you shiver, and your eyes watched his hands as they slid up your thighs, squeezing and whispering. "Beg for it."

Your skin felt hot and flushed as you looked down into his eyes, his fingers working on the button of your jeans as he waited. You swallowed hard and squeezed your thighs together as the puddle between your legs grew, whimpering softly. "Please, Deac.. I want.. I want your mouth. Want you."

His eyes darkened at your words as he tugged your jeans down and your legs, eyeing your panties and licking his lips. "So pretty when you're begging, beautiful." He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugged them down, helping you get your bottom off and tossing the clothing to the side. He kissed your tummy as he guided your leg over his shoulder, not missing a beat as he buried himself between your legs, tongue sliding through your folds.

You braced yourself against the desk with one hand, the other finding his hair as you moaned, biting hard on your lip to muffle yourself as he worked you with his mouth. His tongue teased your clit relentlessly, his lips suckling at the sensitive bud as his hands held you firm. One rested on your thigh and the other held your hip, his dark eyes never leaving your face as he feasted on you.

The scruff of his cheeks made you even more sensitive, and your thighs were trembling in no time. He pulled back with a hum and kissed your inner thigh, your juices glistening on his chin as he purred. "Already shaking?" He grinned at your whine as you tugged at his silver locks, shaking his head and nipping the sensitive flesh of your thigh. "Use your words, baby."

"P-Please, Deacon, I wanna cum. Please?" Your voice sounded unsteady and pitiful to your ears, but Deacon dove back in with a hunger, his eyes closing this time as he buried his face even deeper. His tongue slid into you slow and torturous, and he squeezed your hip encouragingly as you practically ground down onto his tongue, crying out in absolute bliss.

Your sounds spurred him on, lips and tongue and scruff teasing you relentlessly until you finally came with a choked groan, nails scratching at his scalp, knuckles a white grip on the desk. He lapped up your juices like he was a man starved, licking at your clit until you were trembling from overstimulation.

He pulled back and looked up at you with a sly smirk, eyes feasting on your blissed out expression as he shook his head. "I'm no where near finished with you, princess.."

[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]

Family Matters

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

Warnings: Smut! 18+, age gap reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next few hours were absolutely mind blowing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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. ❤️

[passionwillow]

Wanna Solve A Murder? - Chapter 1

Hi guys! This is an idea I came up with and I thought people might like it. Let me know what you think? It’s my first chapter story! So I’m super excited!

Pairings: Deacon x Plus sized!reader (age gap, everyone is of consenting age)

Summary: You've grown close with 20-David, especially a certain silver haired sergeant. When he asks you to help him do research on an old case, you get dragged into more than you expected.

Warnings: mentions of old murder, use of Y/N

“Street!”

You called out your best friends name as you walked through the house, a grin spreading along your face as you spotted him in the corner of the living room.

Chris, Tan, Hondo, Luca and Deacon were around him, 20-David all together. Each of them smiled bright when they saw you approaching, Street the first to greet you with a hug.

The music and chatter became background noise as you greeted each member, Deacon’s touch lingering just a little longer than the others.

You’d been friends with Street for years. You met while in the foster system and had stayed in touch with him ever since you were 12 years old. You’d been with one another through all the ups and downs of growing up, and your pride in him when he joined SWAT was immeasurable.

He’d had a hard right adjusting to the team, no doubt. And it had been your voice in his ear encouraging him. Chewing him out when he got kicked off and cheering him on when he got back to 20-David. He’d introduced you to the team shortly after and everyone adored you.

Especially Deacon.

You’d clicked with him most of all when you met them all for dinner. You’d sat between Street and Deacon in the Chinese restaurant, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. You were amazed how much you both had in common. Shared hobbies and interests, favorite music and books. You’d almost forgotten you were at a table full of other people.

Ever since then, whenever Street brought you around or you showed up unannounced with some treat in hand, Deacon was one of the first to greet you.

You got along great with the others. Chris was always happy to hang out, Tan and Hondo were happy to help with car problems or plumbing issues in your apartment. Luca was always reminding you he had a couch to crash on if you needed it.

But Deacon drew your interest the most.

He had opened up shortly after you met about his children and the divorce, and you were happy to offer babysitting services whenever he needed. He gladly took you up on those.

You had so many discussions late into the night about religion, his faith and yours, how hard the divorce was on him and financial struggles. He opened up to you about so much of his life, and you shared the same personal details with him.

Your life growing up in the system, the families you'd been placed with and torn away from, where your real parents were the last you knew. He was a solid support for all of it.

Being around Deacon was second nature, almost natural. You were certain no one else noticed it, but you didn’t realize how wrong you were.

When you pulled away from the hug and looked up at him, his eyes were shimmering with amusement and affection. The warm gaze that was shared between you both didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the team, especially Street.

“How’s it going, guys?” You asked brightly, stepping back and joining the circle the rest of the team formed. Hondo answered first, launching into a story about another move he made on a helicopter.

It genuinely seemed interesting, you tried to pay attention. But your gaze kept slipping to the man beside him, the silver hair and the brown eyes and the beard, god you loved-

“Y/N? Hello?” You jumped out of your daze and smiled, brain scrambling to catch up with the conversation around you. “Yeah! Yeah, work has been great. We’re slowing down, this time of year, you know. But we’re doing great.”

Chris seemed satisfied with your response and jumped into a story about her uncle, and you tried to focus your mind on your friends this time.

It wasn't long before Street and Chris wandered off on their own, Hondo and Tan disappearing as Tan talked about Bonnie. Luca got distracted by something Rocker was saying and walked off, leaving you with Deacon.

The older man didn't have to say much as he led you to the backyard, knowing you'd follow. The backyard was mostly empty, a few people in the dark corners. Deacon took a seat on top of the picnic table, watching you sit beside him with a smile.

"Everything going alright?" His voice was soft and raspy after not speaking for so long, too distracted by your arrival to participate much in the previous conversations.

You nodded and smiled reassuringly, head cocked as you studied him. "Everything okay with you? You seem.. More in your head than usual."

He smiled at your words and shook his head briefly, elbows on his knees and hands clasped as he looked at the ground. "You know how I've been going to the prison, leading the prayer group?" You watched him and hummed in response, brows knitting together in concern. But you let him continue.

"One of the guys is someone I arrested. About.. 6 years ago? And he's been talking to me, saying that he's innocent. And I'm.. Starting to wonder."

“What was he arrested for?” You kept your tone soft and light, trying to put him at ease. “Murder. He murdered a girl, he was working at her house. Supposedly she rejected his advances and.. he killed her. Stuffed her body in a pantry.”

The heaviness in his tone, his lack of eye contact.. You knew this was bothering him. You shifted a little closer before you could talk yourself out of it, trying to ignore the chilling details he exposed as your shoulder bumped his. "So what if you looked into it? Can't hurt anything, right?"

He leaned into you, the warmth from your body giving him comfort as he raised his head and turned to you, brown eyes glued to yours. "I want to. What if this man really is innocent, and he's lost all these years over a mistake?" You nodded along as he spoke, understanding the worries he had.

Deacon took so much pride in his job, in his work.. You knew how badly this was eating away at him. "Can I help at all?"

"I was actually hoping you would.. I was going to ask you." He smiled slightly and broke into a laughed as your eyes lit up, a grin spreading across your face. Working a real case? With him?

"I would love to, Deacon. Really." You beamed and reached out to briefly squeeze his hand, his long fingers quick to brush yours in return. "Good. You free tomorrow? I pulled the files already, just need some fresh eyes to look over them."

"Just tell me when to be there." He nodded and stood up, taking your arm and helping you off the table before releasing you, his shoulders lowered at the weight that was lifted.

"Tomorrow we'll start, then."

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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]

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.