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achilles-rage’s twelve days of christmas

day ten: sleigh ride (ft. donovan rocker)

summary: 20 squad and 50 squad compete to see who can decorate the best armoured vehicle, which proves difficult for you; torn between your team, and your boyfriend.

word count: 1.9k

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a/n: i’m like 99% sure that they only have one armoured vehicle instead of two, but simply ignore that for plot purposes<3 i’m so sad this series is almost over it’s been so fun, and also christmas is almost here?? i still need to go shopping for gifts (oops lol). anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: allusions to smut but nothing insane, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You love being on 20 squad. Hondo is a great team leader, and you love all your teammates dearly; you never have to wonder if they’ll have your back, they always do. It’s like a family; one that you’re extremely grateful to be part of.

The only downside about it, though, is the stupid rivalry your team has with 50 squad; your boyfriend’s team.

You know they don’t really hate each other, that it’s more of a healthy rivalry with no hard feelings between them. But, on occasions like this, it’s difficult to be in the middle of their silly competitions.

This year for the holidays, 20 squad and 50 squad have decided to have a competition on the best decorated armoured vehicle, and the winners will be decided by a local class coming for a field trip right before Christmas. This competition had been decided about a week prior to the date of their visit, and you haven’t heard of anything else since then.

At work, Hondo and Luca have been bouncing ideas off of you, and at home, Rocker has been trying to get you to spill some details about your team's plan. You usually love Christmas, but this competition is beginning to get on your last nerve.

Two nights before the class’s trip, you’re lying in bed with Rocker, both of you propped up on pillows as you read your book, and he continues to research Christmas decorations. You’ve tried to speak to him a few times, asking about his day, or telling him about various drama you heard about at work, but each time he had merely mumbled a quiet “mhm, wow.”

Finally, you huff and close your book, placing it on your bedside table before you get comfortable. You lay facing away from him and turn off your lamp, and when he continues to type away on his laptop, the noise and the light keeping you awake, you sit up quickly, eyes narrowed.

“Donovan.” you say sternly, shooting daggers into his back.

“What’s up, baby?” he murmurs sweetly, his eyes not daring to leave his laptop screen.

“Don’t you think you should get some sleep?” you ask, your voice coming out softer. He hums softly, waving his hand slightly as he mumbles that he just needs another minute. 

You huff, and continue to sit there, staring at his bare back for a minute or two. When you realize that he’s definitely not going to bed anytime soon, you figure that you’ll have to try something else to get his attention.

You move towards him, now sitting beside him, and just slightly behind him, leaning your chest against his arm as one of your hands runs down his chest.

“Maybe you should take a break, my love.” you purr, your lips just inches from his ear.

This action seems to stop him, just for a moment, and he looks ahead of him as if contemplating your suggestion.

“In a bit.” he finally says, eyes dropping back down to the various pictures across his screen with lights, garland, and tinsel.

Did he seriously just turn you down, you think? You let out an exasperated sigh, then without another word, you take your hand off of him and move away.

He’ll have to pay attention to you after this, you think.

You stand up beside the bed and pull your oversized shirt over your head, letting it drop to the bed beside you, then round the front of the bed, standing right in front of him.

You slowly crawl onto the bed and up towards him, a devilish look on your face as your tits sway with each movement. You move right up to his screen, your tits almost brushing against the top of it.

“You don’t think you need just a little break?” you ask suggestively, keeping your eyes on him as a smirk grows on your face. When he doesn’t flinch, you sit back on your knees, grabbing your tits and massaging them with your hands gently. “Something to take your mind off things?”

Your eyes narrow when Rocker’s eyes still don’t move up to you, like he’s in a trance, and you laugh in disbelief when you realize that not even this will get his attention. He has got to get his priorities straight.

Finally, you take the laptop from him and close it, quickly throwing it out of his reach before he can react. 

He finally looks up at you, eyes darting between your eyes and your tits, and the protest dies in his throat before it can make it up to his lips. He swallows, a small smirk forming on his face as he watches you continue to crawl up to him until you’re straddling his lap. His eyes are glued to your soft belly and your chest as they move with each movement, and suddenly, he’s laser focused on you.

“Okay, you’re turning me down now. This has officially gotten out of hand.” you say, keeping a teasing edge in your voice despite your growing frustration. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just- I really wanna win this thing. You guys win everything.” he tells you, a hint of insecurity laced in his voice as he massages your thick thighs. 

Your eyes soften at his words, and you sigh as you raise your hands up to cup his face. You run your thumbs along his skin, feeling the soft tickle of his stubble against your fingers, and you smile softly when you see him melt into your touch.

“This is really important to you, isn’t it?” you ask in a quiet voice. 

He nods quickly, the side of his lip quirking up in a slight smile.

“It is, I don’t know why. It’s not just winning, either. I wanna give the kids an awesome experience, I know the area the school is in, and I know a lot of those kid’s families don’t have the means to create a special holiday.” Your heart breaks at his words, and you can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss him gently. 

Rocker tries to keep up a certain image at work, but you know that this is how he really is most of the time. At work, it’s all about beating 20 squad, but here, with you, it’s not really about that. Not completely, at least.

He meets your lips eagerly, one hand coming up to rest on the side of your neck as he guides you into the kiss, and the other gripping your thigh firmly. 

You finally break the kiss after a moment, eyes taking in his features as you think for a second. Then, you let out a heavy sigh. Your team would probably kill you if they heard what you’re about to tell Rocker; Luca most definitely would.

“Okay, fine. 20 squad’s plan is only focused on the outside of the truck. What if you decorated the inside of it, too? Blankets, lights, maybe some cookies or hot chocolate. Maybe Hicks would let you take them around the block in it, or something. But either way, they’d be able to get into the truck and be part of the magic.” you tell him, feeling increasingly guilty.

Your guilt disappears quickly when you see the grin erupt on Rocker’s face, however. He pulls you against him, hugging you tightly against his chest and definitely not focusing on your bare tits pressed against his chest as he kisses the top of your head.

“You’re a goddamn genius.” he mumbles against your skin, rocking you both back and forth as he hugs you. You giggle softly, rolling your eyes. 

You can’t believe you just guaranteed your own team’s loss just so you could see your boyfriend smile.

“And you can thank me by taking a little break, maybe do something to get your mind off things.” you repeat your words from earlier, raising a brow as you lean back and smirk down at him. 

He smirks as well, eyes roaming your bare skin, and letting a low groan escape his throat.

“Yes, ma’am.” he murmurs before crashing his lips to yours, then flipping you over on the bed and crawling on top of you eagerly.

The day of the class’s trip has finally come, and you and Rocker’s teams are placing final touches on your armoured vehicles before the students arrive. Chris and Street are fixing the wreath on the front of the truck, although from where you’re standing, it looks like Chris is fixing and Street is just standing there. Deacon, Tan, and Hondo are standing in front of Luca, rolling their eyes and laughing as he gives them last minute things to fix.

Finally, the kids arrive, and once they’ve had a tour of the inside of headquarters, you each take your turn showing them the vehicles. Your team goes first, Hondo taking the lead and showing them the lights and sirens, and how Luca had somehow found a guy to make the Christmas lights flicker in time with the police lights.

The kids love it, and you can’t help but smile as you watch their big smiles and wide eyes as they take in all the lights on the truck. All of them want a turn hitting the button for the lights and siren, and Hondo lets them, lining them up so they can all get a chance in the front seat.

Then, it’s 50 squad’s turn, and you watch with a warm smile as Rocker shows them around the truck almost the exact same as Hondo. 

He finally opens the back of the truck, revealing blankets, lights, and garland covering the entire back seat.

“And now, for a special treat, we all get to go in and go for a drive around the block!” he tells them with a smile, his eyes darting to you and giving you a quick wink. 

Your smile widens, and you’re glad that Hicks actually allowed Rocker to do this with the kids. It sort of makes you think about having your own children with Rocker someday, but you push the thought to the side, more focused on the care Rocker is putting into making a group of random children’s Christmases a little bit better.

“How did we not think of that!” Luca says with a huff, throwing his arms up in the air as you all stand in a group and watch the kids laugh and jump up and down excitedly. 

“I guess we’ll know for next time.” Street mumbles with a roll of his eyes, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.

You don’t say anything. You try to keep a straight face as Rocker holds the door open as the kids all climb in. Right before he closes the door, he turns to look at you again with an appreciative smile and mouths “i love you,” which doesn’t go unnoticed by Hondo and Deacon.

“What? Come on, you gave him that idea?” Hondo says, nudging your arm. The grin finally makes its way onto your face, and you shrug, trying desperately to stop the smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you reply with a slight shake of your head, and your teammates all groan. You even see Street making a fake throwing up sound.

“Oh, shut up. It was to help the kids.” you say, and they all groan again, rolling their eyes at your lovesick expression.

“More like one kid.” Luca mutters as he glares at Rocker, and you laugh, turning back and watching the armoured vehicle driving out of the parking lot as the lights and siren come to life.

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Dating Donovan Rocker - Headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of smut!

- This man is an absolute SOFTY when it comes to his partner.

- The guys at work were dumbfounded when cocky, snarky Donovan Rocker brought you to work one day to see HQ and he was the sweetest, quietest man. He still hasn’t lived that down but he doesn’t care.

- He loves wrapping you up in his arms and holding you when he comes home from work. It doesn’t matter that you were in the middle of something, be prepared to just be scooped up and smothered.

- He loves to do the most minor/mundane things with you. Grocery shop, yard work, cleaning, he doesn’t care. He’s a little puppy dog attached to you 24/7 when he isn’t at work.

- He loves to lay his head in your lap/on your tummy when you guys are watching TV. Especially if you have plush thighs/soft stomach, he’s all over you. He fucking loves your curves.

- He’ll be your number one cheerleader and support everything you do. You couldn’t ask for a better support system than him.

- LOVES to hear about your interests. He’s the type to do research into your hobbies/obsessions so he can hold the conversation with you and add in little details.

- He goes all out for anniversaries and birthdays. He fucking LOVES to spoil you and make sure you feel appreciated. Home cooked dinners, little gifts that he thinks you’ll love.

- Most of the time he’s a goof and loves to make you laugh, but if there’s ever a time to be serious he knows when to quiet down and talk with you.

- Will text you or call you any free time he has in shift. He always lets you know if he’s okay, or if something serious is happening. Nothing is stopping him from getting home to you.

- Be his pillow princess. He loves doing all the work and just watching you be blissed out in bed. If you wanna take charge, this man is down for whatever, but there’s nothing he loves more than being on his knees for you.

- He loves bringing you to work or work events. Watching you chat with his friends, or admire all the cool equipment makes him proud.

- He loves a reminder every once in a while that he’s being a good partner. He’s confident at his job, but relationships he finds even harder. With how busy he is, he gives 100% to make sure you feel loved and appreciated, and knowing he’s doing a good job helps.

- He loves taking you to the movies. And he’s totally sneaking in all the snacks. Pay full price for drinks and candy? Nah, he’s wearing a coat and absolutely stuffing the pockets with all your favorite goodies.

- Do not watch horror movies with him if you want to be scared. This man is 100% cracking jokes and making you snort with laughter.

- Crime shows? Now THOSE he loves. He is always trying to solve the crime before the episode is over and is always giddy when he figures it out.

- The ultimate gentleman. Always opening doors, pulling out your chair. He likes to have a bath running for you after your work shifts. You do so much to help and support him, he likes to return the favor.

- Don’t expect to argue with him. Disagreements may happen, and he’ll sit and talk with you for hours to work things out. But he could never imagine raising his voice at you.

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Off Limits

summary: you're street's foster sister and a hacker for swat, and rocker can't keep his eyes off you. one night a case you helped rocker with leads you into danger, landing you in the hospital. rocker's protectiveness of you has street a little confused, and it takes a while before street finally realizes that your feelings for each other are real, leading to confessed feelings.

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request- @melodyflowersblog: What about a swat fic with rocker X fem reader, where is street or Chris sister who is always at their work, either she is like a hacker or some other reason, and her and rocker get closer as time goes on and no one knows until there is like a shooting and reader gets hurt and he gets protective of her even when she's cleared from hospital, and everyone can see the love in his eyes or something like that

A/N: i decided to make the reader street's foster sibling so it could be race inclusive! pls let me know if i wrote anything that was not race inclusive! and i don’t know anything about computers so if anything i wrote doesn’t make sense just close your eyes<3 and also

plot hole!!! big dumb idiot alert!!! apartments have those doors at the front you need a key to get into!! get over it!!!! and street leaves the apartment after helping rocker drop reader off!!! and he has no car!!! just pretend he took an uber!!!! that's all, enjoy<3

warnings: reader's house is broken into and she's held a gunpoint, making out at the end lolz, flirty rocker<3, no use of y/n, plus size!reader fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

“Miss me, sweetheart?” you hear Rocker say as he walks into your office, winking as you turn to look at him, forcing you to fight back a smile.

After your brother Street helped you get a job at SWAT, everyone was quick to welcome you with open arms, but Rocker had seemed to take a special interest in you. You, Street, and Nate were always close growing up, living in the same foster home, with them coming to your rescue when the other kids teased or picked on you. With the trouble Jim and Nate had gotten into as kids, you took it upon yourself to help them out of their predicaments, learning that knowing how to hack let you erase security footage, and blackmail some bad people they had gotten themselves tied up with.

You were a breath of fresh air to Rocker at SWAT, your introverted personality a stark contrast to the officers he worked with. You were brilliant, and you had an eye for figuring out things that the other tech assistants couldn’t. And your pretty face and gorgeous, soft body definitely had nothing to do with his infatuation.

“What do you need, Rocker?” you ask softly, face growing hot as you turn back to your computer, rolling your eyes. You feel him lean over your shoulder, hand on the back of your chair, looking at the words and numbers on your screen, pretending to know what the hell he was looking at.

“Can’t I visit my favourite girl without needing something? Maybe I’m just here to see your pretty face,” he teases, looking down at you, a smirk on his face.

Rocker had been flirting with you for months, loving the way you react to his words, his looks. He’s used to flirting with people sometimes to get what he wants, but with you, he seems to go the extra mile, not stopping until he leaves you a flustered and stuttering mess. He loves the way you look down, muttering something about getting back to work, or how you look up at him with those doe eyes, breath catching in your throat. 

“Shut up,” you whisper, fingers slightly shaking, hovering over your keyboard. “What do you need?” you ask again, biting your lip as you stare at the screen, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips as you feel the heat radiating off of him. 

“We found out who the head of that cartel the squad is working on is, but he’s up in the air. Is there any way you can work your magic and find anything else on him? I’m desperate here, princess.” he explains, and you can’t ignore the way his voice grows more stressed as he nears the end of his sentence.

You nod, smiling softly, as your fingers begin to move, eyes combing over credit card uses and security cam footage of various cartel members, hoping to find something to set him on the right track. 

He watches you work, eyes gazing down from your screen to you. The way your hair looks perfectly styled, how he can see a glimpse of your chest from the angle he was standing over you, the softness of your thighs spread across your chair. He had to look away, clearing his throat quietly as his mind began being overrun by your thick thighs and how they would feel wrapped around him.

“Why didn’t you ask Jacobs to do this? He knows more about your case than I do.” you ask softly as you work, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, taking in his features. You’re glad he was here regardless, happy to spend a few minutes with him, despite the hammering of your heart in your chest and the way your breath quickened. You may or may not have a small crush on him, not that it could ever happen. Him and Jim may be friendly now, but you can tell that they butt heads every now and then, and with how protective Jim is of you, you know better than to ever do anything about your silly little work crush. You’re too shy, anyway. No matter how giddy his advances make you, you know nothing will ever come of this.

“Yeah, but he’s not near as fun to talk to as you. And you’re good, sweetheart. I have a feeling you may find something that he’s too stupid to catch onto.” he teases softly, looking down at you, smirking, his eyes not leaving you as he studied your frame.

You shake your head, fighting back a smile as you continue to work, trying to ignore the way he leaned in closer to you. After a few minutes, you make a small noise of victory, turning to look up at him, smiling.

“1435 West Park Avenue, room 219.” you whisper, watching his eyebrows furrow. “His right hand man. He has two aliases, but nothing was coming up for either of them, so I put the first name of one with the last name of the other. It’s being used at a shitty motel downtown, and it’s being paid for by a credit card that was just reported stolen. The credit card payment said he checked in the day the cartel leader went MIA. I hacked into the motel’s security footage. That’s him, right?” you ask, excitement flooding your body as Rocker looks at the slightly blurry security footage, a smile breaking out onto his face. He leans down, kissing the top of your head, laughing softly.

“That’s my girl. You’re a genius, sweetheart.” he says happily, earning a giggle from you as you shake your head.

“It was a lucky guess,” you whisper, biting the inside of your lip as you break eye contact, face getting hot.

“And yet, Jacobs didn’t find it, you did. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re doing this so that I’ll come to you more often. Especially when you’re wearing clothes you know will drive me crazy,” he teases, smirking, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down at you, eyes glancing down to your cleavage peeking out of your low-cut shirt.

You look back up at him with wide eyes, scoffing as you fight back a smile. “I’m not doing anything,” you protest, trying not to look away as his intense gaze meets yours.

As Rocker is about to respond, your brother walks in, looking at the lack of space between the two of you. How Rocker was standing in front of your chair, arms crossed, smirking down at you.

“What’s going on in here?” Street asks, eyebrow raised, leaning on the doorframe. You look up at him, smiling softly, shaking your head as you try to collect your thoughts.

“Nothing. Just helping Rocker with his case. What’s up?” you explain, standing up from your chair as Rocker backs up. Rocker shoots you a wink before turning, walking out the door, nodding to Street as he walks past him.

“Thanks again, sweetheart!” Rocker shouts as he steps into the hall, Street’s eyes narrowing as his eyes follow Rocker down the hall.

“What the hell was that?” Street whispers as he turns back to you, walking into your office, arms crossed over his chest.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. He just likes getting a rise out of you, you know that.” you tell Street, letting out a soft exhale, trying to calm your nerves. Why did it feel like you’ve been caught doing something wrong? Other than the less than pure thoughts running through your head, nothing had actually happened.

“Yeah, whatever. He’s a flirt. Just…don’t get attached or anything, okay? I know you. You fall for people too fast. Remember that guy we met at the beach when we were 15? You wouldn’t shut up about him for weeks,” he teases, laughing softly.

“Alright, we were 15, and he promised he’d take me to that concert I wanted to go to that you and Nate refused to go with me to,” you argue, rolling your eyes, smiling softly at the memory. This earns a snort from Street as he shrugs, shaking his head.

“I’m just saying. Okay?” he says, eyes softer as he grabs your shoulders, ducking his head slightly to meet your gaze.

You nod, muttering a quiet ‘okay’ as you look up at him, giving him a small smile. He smiles back, patting your shoulder before letting you go, backing up towards the door. 

“Team’s going out for drinks tonight, if you wanna come? They’d love to have you there,” he tells you.

“Nah, I’m pretty tired. I think I’m just gonna head home, have a night in,” you tell him, sitting back down at your desk, waving him off. “Now get back to work before Hondo fires you. Again.” you tease, turning your chair around to face your computer.

You hear him laugh as he walks away, letting you get back to work. As you continue doing some digging for various cases SWAT has open, your mind trails off to Rocker. You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help it. The biggest reason he makes you so flustered is the way his eyes scan you whenever he sees you. You were a little surprised at first, noticing how his eyes fell from your chest to your plush stomach, your thick thighs. Your tits, you were used to, but you could feel your body grow hot as he examined all of you in a way you weren’t used to. He was good with his words too. Always knowing what to say to make you stutter, your palms growing sweaty as your eyes trailed down to the way his arms flex in his tight uniform shirts. 

You look at the bottom corner of your screen after a couple more hours of work, noticing the time as your brain returns to the task at hand, your thoughts still foggy with thoughts of Rocker and his stupid attractive face. You stand up, grabbing your purse and walk out of your office, making your way to your car to drive home. You say a quick goodbye to everyone as you walk out to your car, noticing 50 squad pulling into the parking lot, returning from the motel you sent them to earlier.

“You get him?” you call across the parking lot as Rocker steps out of the armored truck.

He turns to you, a smile breaking out on his face as his eyes meet yours.

“All thanks to you, sweetheart!” He yells back, winking at you.

You laugh softly, smiling to yourself as you reach your car, eyes looking down as you shake your head.

It’s almost 11PM when you hear a crash coming from your living room. You sit up quickly in bed, breath catching in your throat as you put a hand over your mouth, listening to the quiet that envelopes you.

You wait a moment before you hear a quiet voice in your hallway, whispering to someone, then you hear two sets of footsteps slowly getting closer to your room. Your eyes widen, and you quickly get out of bed, silently making your way to your doorway, masked by the darkness of your room.

You tense as you see one of the men you were looking into earlier; one of the lower level members of the cartel you were helping Rocker’s team with. You tiptoe to your closet quietly, grabbing your phone on the way, dialing the number of the first person you thought of as you close your closet door, hiding yourself behind some of your clothes.

“It’s late, sweetheart. I wonder what you could be calling me for…” Rocker teases softly once he answers your call, a smirk on his face.

“Rocker,” you whisper, almost inaudible, tears welling up in your eyes as the gravity of your situation suddenly becomes quite clear.

He tenses as he hears the fear in your voice, standing up from his spot on the couch, jaw clenched.

“Sweetheart, what is it?” he whispers, grabbing his keys and gun, jogging out to his truck, phone wedged between his ear and his shoulder as he unlocks the door, climbing in.

“The cartel, they’re in my apartment.” you whisper, putting a hand over your mouth to stifle your breathing as you hear one pair of footsteps growing closer to your room. 

“I’m on my way. Where are you exactly? How many of them are there? Do you have a weapon?” he asks, his voice hard, as he starts to drive, weaving through traffic as he drives well above the speed limit, trying not to imagine what they might do to you if they find you.

“In my closet. There’s two of them. I don’t have anything.” you whisper, shrinking further back into your closet, mind racing to figure out how and why they found you.

Suddenly, it hits you. You didn’t log out of your computer when you left work. You had a program open, the same one you used to find the cartel leader, trying to track down some of the higher ups in the cartel that got away, when you noticed it was time for you to go home. While that program is good, it’s dangerous, and with the right training, the people you’re trying to find can find you as well. Leaving it open meant they had more time to track you down, finding your name, your job, and your address. 

“Stay on the phone with me, baby. I’ll be there in 2 minutes. If they find you and try to take you out of your apartment, I need you to fight. I’ll get to you, I promise. Just buy me some time.” he explains, listening to your ragged breathing over the phone, picturing the fear etched onto your face as you hide in your closet.

All of a sudden, he hears your closet door open and a stifled scream as your phone falls to the floor. The two men grab you, pulling you out of the closet as one slaps a hand over your mouth.

“Got you, you stupid bitch. You thought you could get our boss arrested and we wouldn’t track you down?” Rocker hears over the phone, his whole body tensing as he pulls into your apartment complex’s parking lot. He throws it in park, not bothering to kill the engine as he runs inside, gun in hand.

You thrash in their grip, trying to break free as one holds onto you, the other aiming a gun at your head.

“Struggling is pointless, darling. We’ve got a job to do. Now, you’re gonna tell us everything you found out about us, and we might just let you live.” the one with the gun spits at you, eyes never leaving yours as he smirks. He waves the gun at the man holding you, signaling him to take his hand away from your mouth.

“You don’t have to do this. I didn’t find anything. Just where your boss was hiding, and he was caught. That’s all I know, I swear.” you lie, trying not to look at the door. They didn’t seem to notice your phone before you dropped it, so you hoped if you didn’t do anything to make it look like you were waiting for someone to show up, Rocker might have the element of surprise on his side. 

“Bullshit. You’re gonna tell us, or we’re gonna make sure that your death is extra long, and extra painful. Did you see the way we torture people while doing your research? It’s not something you want,” the man with the gun says angrily, the sound of him cocking the gun ringing in your ears, making you flinch.

As you’re about to reply, you hear two gunshots. You shut your eyes tightly, a high pitched noise escaping your throat. Rocker steps into the room after taking down the man with the gun, gun raised at the man still holding onto you tightly, a new sense of urgency in him as he notices the red spot growing on your shirt. You open your eyes once you feel the sharp pain in your side, knees growing weak at the feeling. You make eye contact with Rocker as he stands in front of you, his eyes quickly looking down as he bends to grab the man’s gun and puts it in his waistband, keeping his own pointed at the man behind you. 

“Duck,” he says to you quickly, noticing the man’s grip on you faltering as the realization of what just happened crosses his face.

You drop to the floor quickly, hand moving to your side, trying to put pressure on the gunshot wound, flinching as you hear another gunshot, keeping your eyes to the ground. You hear the man behind you drop to the floor, and almost immediately after, you feel Rocker’s hands on you, forcing you to lay down on your back, grabbing your hands and forcing them to cover your wound. When the man with the gun went down, his finger was still on the trigger, sending a rogue bullet into your abdomen as he fell.

“Baby, where’s your phone?” he asks, a sense of urgency in his voice.

“Dropped it when they grabbed me,” you whisper, breath quickening as the searing pain in your side grows.

He quickly runs to your room, grabbing your phone, dialing 911 as he races back over to you, moving your hands gently before using his own hands to cover your wound, trying to slow the bleeding. You wince, crying out softly as he applies pressure, growing dizzy as he gives the 911 operator your address. 

“Stay with me, sweetheart, you gotta keep your eyes open, yeah?” he whispers to you as your vision gets blurry, your eyes blinking slowly, fighting to keep them open.

“Look at me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes.” he says louder, hands still pressing your wound, watching as your eyes flutter closed, the sound of sirens getting closer.

“Come on, don’t do this to me. Open your eyes, baby,” is the last thing you hear, the pain subsiding as everything goes black.

You wake up to the sound of beeping, wincing softly as you open your eyes, blinded for a moment by the fluorescent lights shining brightly over you.

You hear a loud exhale from beside you, someone’s grip tightening on your hand as your vision comes into focus. You look over, seeing your brother sitting beside you in a hospital chair, a worried look on his face.

“Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me, we didn’t know if you’d make it.” Street whispers, standing up to kiss your forehead softly. 

You look up at him, swallowing as you try to sit up, wincing louder.

“No, no, Stay there. You were shot. You have to rest. I’ll go get everyone, they’re all waiting in the lobby.” Street says, letting go of your hand and walking to the doorway, waving everyone in.

You look to the door as Chris, Hondo, Tan, Luca, Deacon, and Rocker walk in, looks of relief on their faces.

They all take their turns of saying how glad they were that you’re okay as you smile weakly at them, eyes glancing to Rocker as he makes his way over, jaw clenched and hands in his pockets, refusing to look you in the eyes. A look of sadness fills your eyes as you see him standing toward the back of the group, a hard look on his face as his eyes focus on where your wound is. You look back over at Chris as she tells you how glad she is that you’re okay, thanking her as you try to take your mind off of Rocker.

After a while, the team all look exhausted, and you tell them to go home and get some rest. They agree after much convincing and leave, while Street tells you that he’s staying whether you want him to or not. You laugh softly at his insistence, wincing as you feel a pain shoot up your spine, Rocker’s eyes immediately lock on yours, moving beside your bed as he glances down at where your gunshot wound was, before looking back up at your face, eyes softening.

You’re so caught up in Rocker’s presence that you don’t hear Street tell you that he’s going to grab some snacks, his sentence stopping short when he sees the way you and Rocker are looking at each other. He watches for a second before backing out of the room, letting you two have a moment, brows furrowed as he tries to figure out if the emotions he saw between you two were the product of his lack of sleep.

“Thank you,” you whisper to Rocker, turning your palm face up on the bed, moving it closer to him.

“Goddammit, sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me. Do you know what I’d do for you?” he says, sitting down in the chair Jim had pulled up to your bed, moving to cradle your hand between his own.

You let out a shaky breath at his words, chest feeling heavy as the weight of his words hit you. You’re unable to form words as you look up at him, the way he was looking at you expressing all the emotions he was feeling for you in this moment. The fear of possibly losing you. The adoration he felt for you. The guilt he felt for you being in this situation. He felt like it was his fault. He was the one that asked you to do some digging on the cartel.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you. I kept thinking about what I might walk into, what they could’ve done to you. I know this cartel. The things they would’ve done if I didn’t get there in time,” he trails off, head dropping as his eyes fill with tears.

“Hey,” you whisper, reaching out to put your hand on top of the hand on top of yours, “I’m okay. You saved me. I’m right here.”

“You got shot, baby. Because of me.” he whispers looking back up at you, face red.

“I’m alive because of you. You saved me. I called you because I knew you’d save me.” you tell him, giving him a look that you hope conveys all the things you want to say to him, but are too scared to say.

He lets out a shaky breath, wiping away a tear that falls down his cheek as he nods.

“I’m never gonna let anything like this happen to you again,” he whispers. He leans down, kissing your hand softly before looking back up at you, holding eye contact.

After a moment you look down, face growing hot at his intense look. Leave it to Rocker to make you feel flustered even after being shot.

As you both sit in silence, your brother walks back in, stopping as he sees the way Rocker is staring at you, holding your hand in his.

Rocker quickly stands up, dropping your hand as he nods at Street, a hard expression making its way onto his face again.

“You got her?” Rocker asks Street, standing up straight as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Street nods, giving Rocker a ‘what the fuck’ look as Rocker starts walking towards the door.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be back in the morning, okay?” Rocker says in a much softer voice, looking over his shoulder to you as he gets to the door.

You nod, smiling softly, watching him until he’s out of sight. You look back over at Street as he clears his throat, looking at you with a raised brow.

“What the fuck?” Street whisper-yells, sitting down on the chair beside your bed as you look at him sheepishly.

“What?” you ask, looking down at your hands, fidgeting with them.

“I was a little confused on why you called him and not me, other than him living closer to you. But now I see why,” he tells you, leaning back in the chair, putting his feet up on the bed.

You sigh, shaking your head. “It’s nothing, Jim, I swear. I was helping him with that cartel today. I thought he was the best one to call since he’s more familiar with them.” you explain, biting the inside of your lip nervously, hoping he doesn’t try to call your bluff. 

“Right,” he mutters sarcastically, rolling his eyes, “I’m telling you, don’t get too attached, please. It’s his job, he did what he was trained to do.” he tells you, opening up the bag of chips he bought.

“Why do you hate him so much?” you ask, looking back over at him.

“I don’t hate him. I just know guys like him. Trust me, you don’t wanna date a cop.” he tells you, his focus going to the chips in his hand, offering the bag to you. You shake your head, sighing.

“You know guys like him; you don’t know him. He’s a good guy.” you argue softly. As much as you love your brother, he can be really overprotective of you. You’re generally very trusting, and a lot of the time, he feels the need to make sure you’re giving your trust to those who actually deserve it.

“I’m not saying he’s not a good guy, he’s just not good for you. He’s cocky, and arrogant, okay? I promise, the attraction will wear off soon.” he tells you as you roll your eyes.

“So, he’s like you?” you tease softly, not wanting to argue with him right now, still feeling weak.

“Exactly,” he teases back, shoving more chips into his mouth as you laugh softly, wincing. “Now, get some sleep. I’ll stay here with you tonight. Doctor says we can leave in the morning.” he tells you with his mouth full as you nod. You lay your head back on the pillow, sighing as you drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up to Street’s snores, looking over to see him in an awkward looking position on the chair. You sigh, rolling your eyes, groaning softly as his snores echo through the room. You look over at the table beside your bed, reaching for your phone once you notice it. As the screen lights up you see a text from Rocker.

Rocker: I cleaned up your apartment. It’s all ready for you when you get discharged. And I set up some blankets on the couch. I’m staying there until we catch the rest of the cartel members, and I don’t wanna hear anything from you about how I don’t have to. I’m not letting this happen again.

You smile softly as you read the text, replying a quick ‘okay’ before setting your phone down, knowing that arguing would be pointless. A few minutes later, Street wakes up, looking over at you and smiling softly, sleep still in his eyes.

“Morning. How are you feeling?” he asks, closing his eyes again, yawning loudly.

“It still hurts a little, but these pain meds are helping,” you joke, sitting up slowly. “When can we go?”

“I’ll go get the doctor. She said we can leave today. We’ll probably just have to fill out some forms or something.” he tells you, standing up, stretching.

You nod as he walks out the door, smiling again as you think about Rocker’s text. As quick as your smile appears, it disappears. He’s staying at your house. For God knows how long. While his protectiveness has your heart beating loudly in your chest, it could also very much be credited to the nervousness you feel from having him in such close quarters.

Later that day, Rocker pulls into your apartment’s parking lot before jogging around to the other side of his truck, opening your door for you and grabbing your arms to help you get out. Rocker told Street he would drive you back to your apartment, Street hesitantly agreeing because he knew driving you home on his motorcycle wasn’t really an option. You thank Rocker softly, feeling two arms wrap around your waist, one Rocker and one Street’s, both of them trying to help you walk inside. 

“I got shot in the side, my legs still work,” you tell them softly, rolling your eyes at their focused expressions.

“Yeah. You got shot. And you’re gonna accept our help for the next few weeks until you heal.” Rocker says seriously, careful of your wound as they lead you to your apartment.

They guide you to your couch, sitting you down softly before backing up, making sure you’re still okay.

“Okay…I guess I’ll go…” Street says, looking between you and Rocker, noticing that Rocker wasn’t moving, feet firmly planted in the middle of your living room.

“And Rocker?” he says, eyes narrowing as they meet each other’s gaze, finger pointed at his chest, “Don’t fuck my sister.” 

Your jaw drops at his words, face growing hot as you look between them. Rocker’s reaction is similar to yours for a moment, before it’s quickly replaced by a neutral expression.

“She just got out of the hospital, Street. I’m not that big of a douchebag,” he says sarcastically, glancing over at you to give you a wink.

“I’m serious,” Street says, eyeing you.

“It’s not gonna happen, Jim, I promise. Thank you. I love you. I’ll be fine.” you tell him, your arms making a shooing motion.

He puts his hands up in surrender, backing up towards the door. Telling you he’ll check up on you later before leaving. 

It’s a long few weeks as you slowly recover, Rocker refusing to leave your side, keeping his word and sleeping on your couch every night. He talked to Hicks, both agreeing that a uniformed officer would stay outside your door while Rocker was at work, making sure nothing further happened to you.

It was hard to be in your apartment at first. Many nights involved waking up with tears in your eyes, clutching your side as you relived what had happened. Each time you woke up, Rocker was already at your side, shirtless and hair messy, hearing the sounds you made in your sleep. He would softly brush the hair out of your face, whispering that he was there, that he would protect you. If you weren’t so scared, you would’ve noticed his bare chest, and the soft look in his eyes as he calmed you down.

One day he came back to your apartment from work, a large grin on his face as he walked over to you sitting on the couch, kissing your forehead.

“We got them,” he tells you, “All of them. They’re all in prison. You’re safe.” 

“I was already safe, Rocker. You made sure of that as soon as I came home.” you tell him, smiling.

You had gotten used to his company. The longer he was there the less flustered you got around him, his presence only really affecting you when he really laid on the charm.

“Yeah, but now you really don’t have to worry about them again.” He says happily, sitting down beside you on the couch, leaning back as he lets out a long sigh, finally feeling a weight off his shoulders.

“I guess that means you can go home.” you say softly after a few moments of silence, sadness in your eyes. You had liked him before this happened, but now, your feelings have increased tenfold. And he felt the same. He loved coming home to you, making sure that you were okay, he didn’t wanna give that up. You both really didn’t want him to leave, but it made no sense for him to stay, and you both knew that.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” he says, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice as the realization hits him. “Hey, didn’t the doctor clear you for work? When are you going back?” he asks, trying to distract himself from the idea of leaving your apartment. 

“Mhm, I go back in 3 days. I’m excited to get back to it,” you tell him as he nods, eyes unfocused as he tries to burn the feeling of being in your apartment into his brain. Sitting on your couch with you, both comfortable in each other's presence.

“I’m gonna go make dinner. Pasta?” he asks after a few minutes pass, standing up and looking at you. You nod, smiling softly as he goes to the kitchen, sighing as you think of what it would be like to have him here all the time, not just when he feels the need to protect you from the cartel.

You walk into SWAT headquarters with a smile on your face, waving at your coworkers as you pass them, happy to finally be back. Making your way to your office, Street jogs up to you, lightly putting an arm around your shoulders, still wary of your wound, even though it has pretty much healed by now. 

“Glad you’re back, sis. I was gonna throw you a welcome back party, but Rocker said you’d kill me,” he teases, squeezing your shoulder lightly.

“And he was right. I’m glad you didn’t,” you tell him, fighting back a smile as you both walk into your office, sitting down. 

As you and Street continue talking, Rocker walks in, a smile on his face once his eyes land on you.

“It’s good to see you back in here, sweetheart.” he says, winking, leaning up against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You need something, Rocker?” you tease, turning to look at him, giving him a smile.

“As much as I’d love your help on this new case, I’m not asking you for anything else. I’m not putting you at risk again.” he tells you seriously.

“I told you, it wasn’t your fault, it was my mistake. I’ll help with anything you need, you know that.” you tell him, matching his tone.

“Not taking any chances. Now I’ll just be in here to catch up, tell you how pretty you look,” he says, smirking as his eyes scan your soft frame.

Your face grows hot as you look down, fighting back a smile. 

“Get back to work, Rocker.” you say softly, turning your chair back to Street, hearing Rocker say a quick goodbye before walking to the locker room. 

“Maybe I was wrong about him,” Street whispers, looking over at you, smiling softly as he notices the way Rocker’s words are affecting you, “He’s a good guy for you.”

“Yeah?” you ask in disbelief, your eyes widen as he says this, lips parting in surprise.

“Yeah. He really cares about you. He stayed with you for weeks to make sure you were okay. I thought that maybe he was just flirting with you for fun, that he was just leading you on. But he clearly likes you,” he tells you sincerely, hand coming up to rest on your shoulder. “I give you my blessing.” he jokes, patting your shoulder gently.

Your laugh, raising a brow. “Your blessing? I didn’t realize this was the 1800s,” you tease.

“Yeah, but I know you were holding back because of what I said. I don’t think you should.” he tells you, standing up from the chair beside yours, slowly walking towards the door. “Tell him how you feel!” he says loudly, winking at you. He turns, walking away, leaving you alone in your office laughing softly.

You think for a moment, biting your lip as you try to figure out what to do. You can’t just tell him you like him. Sure, you let him flirt with you, and sometimes you muster up enough courage to say something flirty back, but you can’t tell him. The thought of him rejecting you was too much, and even if you knew he wanted you, you’d still be too scared to say the words.

Little did you know, Street had left your office and went to find Rocker, which led to a weird conversation about you and Rocker’s relationship, and Street’s “blessing.” 

You tense as you hear a knock on your door that night, slowly making your way to your door. You sigh in relief as you see Rocker through the peephole, opening the door and motioning him to come inside with a small smile on your face.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as he comes in, running a hand through his hair as he turns to face you. You shut the door, spinning around to look up at him, brows furrowing as you see what you swear is nervousness on his face.

“Do you want me?” he asks quickly. He had written a whole speech in his head on the drive over, but now that he was standing in front of you, that’s all he could say.

“What?” you whisper, not knowing what else to say, feeling your heartbeat quicken and breath catch in your throat.

“God, I’ve wanted you for so long. Do you know how much it hurts to see you every day at work? Not able to do anything but stare at you? Flirt with you? But only when I needed something, because Street would skin me alive if I did anything more than that? God, you drive me crazy.” he tells you, stepping closer to you, your back almost touching your front door as you stand there, stunned.

“I-” you whisper, trailing off, letting out a shaky exhale as his gaze burns holes into you, feeling the heat radiating off of him

“Just say yes. Please,” he practically begs, hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to pull you into him and run his hands down your body.

“Yes,” you breathe out, immediately feeling his hands grip your hips, pulling you into a rough kiss as your hands move up to his chest.

You whine slightly as he pushes you backwards, your back hitting your front door, your arms quickly moving to wrap around his neck. One of his hands moves up to your jaw, tilting your head up more as he deepens the kiss, his hips slowly grinding into you, forcing a moan out of your mouth.

He smiles into the kiss as you moan, the hand holding your jaw trailing back down your body, moving both hands to the backs of your thighs.

“Jump,” he whispers against your mouth, bending down slightly.

“Don’t wanna crush you,” you whisper, pulling back from his lips, looking up at him, breathing heavily.

“Sweetheart, look at me. I’ll be fine.” he teases softly, a cocky expression on his face. Not wanting to wait for you to jump, he instead roughly grabs your thighs, pulling one of your legs up to rest on his hip before forcing your other foot off the ground, wrapping your other leg around his waist as you shift your weight.

You squeal softly, giggling as he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall again. He wastes no time in finding your lips again, pressing against you as his hands squeeze your thighs.

Your hands find his hair, weaving through them as you kiss him back, tightening your legs around his waist. He can’t get enough of you. The feeling of your thick thighs wrapped around his waist, how they feel in his hands. The way your chest and tummy feel against him. How your lips feel against his.

Suddenly, one of his hands travels up your back, pulling you off the wall as he turns, before it trails back down to the back of your thigh. 

You pull back from his lips as he moves, turning to look at where he’s going. You bite your lip as he makes his way to your bedroom.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this, sweetheart.” he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss under your ear before throwing you on the bed.

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Just One Chance

summary: your adoptive father, deacon, find rocker in your bedroom after he spends the night.

word count: 2.4k

request: anon- Could you do one with reader being Deacons sister or daughter and he finds out she is dating Rocker and he freaks out

a/n: i made deacon reader's adoptive father, just so it's race inclusive, i hope that's okay to whoever requested this! enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

Your quiet giggles fill the room as Rocker hovers over top of you in bed, pressing kisses all over your face and neck. No matter how many times he wakes you up like this, it still makes butterflies erupt in your belly.

“Stop it!” you manage to get out through your fit of giggles, squirming under him as his body weighs you down and his hands keep your wrists firmly trapped beside your head.

“Can’t, sweetheart. You’re just too pretty.” he muses between kisses, but after a moment he pulls back, taking in your soft form beneath him. Your skin prickles from the feeling of his stubble brushing across your face and neck, and you’re slightly breathless as you look up at him, your eyes twinkling with something between love and lust.

He rolls off of you slowly, but keeps himself propped up on his elbow as he lays on his side beside you, admiring the way your chest moves with your breathing and the way the bright golden sunlight of the early morning hits your skin through the crack in your curtains.

He tells you about how one of the guys on his team got very rudely, but very justifiably, rejected by a girl at the bar a couple days ago when the team went out for drinks after work. You laugh as he tells you about the man digging himself a bigger and bigger hole as he tried to get the woman to go home with him, when you hear a knock at your door.

“Fuck!” you exclaim as you shoot up in bed, feeling Rocker sit up beside you instinctively, face laced with confusion.

You’ve been dating for a couple months, and although he works with your dad, and they’re both friendly enough with each other, you still haven’t told your father about your relationship. He spent the night at your place last night, and in all the excitement of having him in your space, you completely forgot your dad was going to stop by in the morning on the way to work and bring some breakfast.

You were only six when you met Deacon. His team had rescued you from a shooting where both of your parents were killed, and he had felt such a strong urge to protect you as one of his own, that he immediately went home and asked Annie about adoption. It was very early in their marriage, and they had barely even spoken about having kids yet, but Annie had also gotten attached to you the first time you met, so it felt like a no brainer. It was a tough process, but you were both extremely happy that it worked out, and that you didn’t have any other family to go to. Deacon hadn’t been the one to save you, it was actually Luca who pulled you out, but Deacon was the one who helped calm you down, and you felt instantly safe around him. It felt a little weird being so much older than your adoptive siblings, but you love all of them anyway.

“You have to stay in here. He can’t see you.” you tell Rocker as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You walk over to your closet and throw on a plain black t-shirt dress, opting not to try to match a shirt with a pair of pants.

“Who?” Rocker asks as he stands up, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your soft waist once your dress is on. He presses a soft kiss to your neck, swaying you both back and forth gently as you try not to get distracted by his touch.

“Who do you think?” you ask with a raised brow, turning in his grip and facing him. You give him a smile before you push him away. You need to get the door now, before your father thinks something’s wrong and decides to break your apartment door down. Not only because of the man currently standing naked in your room, but also because you could not afford to fix the broken door.

“Why can’t we just tell him? As much as I love the sneaking around, wouldn’t you like to, you know, actually go out?” he asks, his hands flailing as he speaks. He’s not mad, per se, he just selfishly really wants to see the look on your father’s face when he finds out that he’s been fucking his daughter for months behind his back. It’s no secret that their teams have some sort of rivalry that you’ll never understand, and seeing how mad it would make him is just the cherry on top of how pretty and perfect you are for him.

“Can we please talk about this later?” you ask, crossing the room and giving him a peck on the lips, your hand touching his cheek for just a moment. You pull away quickly as you hear another knock on the door, giving him a pleading smile as you back up towards the door, mumbling a quick “be quiet” before you’re out of the room and opening the door for your father.

“Hi, honey.” your father greets you as you open the door a little breathlessly. You think for a moment that he’s going to ignore how long it took you to answer the door, but he quickly adds “what were you doing?”

You move out of the way as he tries to move past you and into your apartment, placing the takeout bag on the counter once he gets to the kitchen. Your eyes instinctively glance over at your closed bedroom door, praying that Rocker won’t make a noise while your father is in your apartment.

“Just, uh, in the bathroom.” you lie in a sweet voice, following him into the kitchen and beginning to help him take out your food containers.

You call this your bi-monthly catch up. Although you speak to your father very frequently, doing this makes you feel closer to him after getting an apartment of your own. Plus, he also wants to hear about everything going on in your life. You’re not sure if it’s the job that makes him like this, but he’s always been extremely overprotective.

As Rocker sits on your bed, still naked, leaning back against the bed frame, he listens to the barely audible conversation coming from the kitchen. After a while, he checks his phone, eyes widening as he realizes what time it is. He knows he won’t be late for work, knowing that Deacon will leave early enough for him to sneak out after him and get to work on time, but he figures he should at least get dressed so he can leave right after he does. He knows it won’t make Deacon necessarily suspicious if he’s late, but he knows that the job makes them especially receptive, so he doesn’t want to take any chances.

It’s really an accident when he knocks the plant off your dresser, the soil seeping into the light coloured rug on your floor. While he’s getting dressed, he has a thought about making enough noise for your father to catch him, and thus having your relationship out in the open and a front row seat to his reaction, but it leaves as quickly as it arrived. He knows it’s a bad idea, as much as it makes him excited. While he’s putting on his jeans, though, he trips, knocking into your dresser and sending the pot flying to the ground. He pulls his jeans up quickly and buttons them. At least if Deacon walks in, he’ll be dressed, he thinks.

You’re telling your father about a new hire at work that you’ve been desperately trying to train when you hear a loud thud coming from your room. Both of your heads snap to your closed door, and your father immediately stands up, shoulders squared.

“What was that?” he asks, eyes leaving the door for a split second as he looks over at you. He observes your wide eyes, and the way you’re biting the inside of your cheek, and he knows immediately that you’re hiding something.

“Nothing.” you get out, silently wondering why you didn’t try to think of an excuse while eating, just in case Rocker happened to make a sound. He raises a brow, relaxing a little now that he knows that whatever made the noise is not a threat. He puts a hand on his hip as he gives you a “really?” look, and your eyes dart across the room as you try to think of something to say.

“I have the window open, the wind must’ve knocked something off my windowsill. I have this little trinket on it, and it’s kinda wobbly.” You’re not sure where that came from. You don’t even have a windowsill. At least, not one wide enough to put things on. Your father rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. Honestly, he thinks you brought home some stray animal. You’ve always begged him for a pet, so he assumes that you just don’t want him to give you a lecture about how much effort it takes to have an animal to take care of.

Your eyes widen as he turns and stalks toward your bedroom door, and all you can get out is a “no, wait-” before he swings the door open. His eyes immediately move from the floor, where he thought he would be met with the tiny little eyes of a cat or a dog, up to meet Rockers, who gives him a sheepish, but smug, smile.

“Hey Deac, what’s up?” he asks, flinching instinctively when Deacon takes a step towards him with his jaw clenched.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He raises his finger to point at Rocker as he speaks, his face growing red with anger.

“Dad, please. Just let me explain.” you plead, taking a cautious step to stand between them. You don’t think your father would do anything drastic, but you just want to make sure.

“Explain what? How you’ve been sneaking around with one of my coworkers? And him? Come on.” he says, a hint of disappointment in his eyes as he flicks his hand in Rocker’s direction. He can barely even look at the man standing behind you, and his mind is racing as he thinks about how the hell he didn’t figure this out sooner.

“I’m only sneaking around because I knew you’d react like this.” you argue, motioning down to his clenched fists and squared stance. You were worried at first, but now you’re a little pissed off. It’s not like Rocker’s a bad person, they just can’t get over their stupid pissing contest that seems to carry on outside of work.

“Well, how did you expect me to react? You think I’m just gonna let him put his hands on my daughter?” he asks in disbelief, having to look away as the image crosses his mind.

“I’m an adult! I’m way too old for you to be acting like this! He’s a good man, and I’m gonna date him whether you like it or not. But I’d rather you approve of it.” Your voice is raised at the beginning of your sentence, but your voice softens by the time you get to your last sentence. You want more than anything to tell your father about your relationship. You’ve definitely dated some douchebags in the past, and you knew that once your father gets over the initial shock of you bringing home the 50 squad leader, he would see that you finally managed to find a good man.

Although a small part of him wants to laugh at the situation, Rocker knows he has to try to get in good with Deacon. If things go his way, he’ll be his future father-in-law, after all.

“I really do like your daughter. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Even though I like to show you how it’s done at work.” Rocker says the last sentence in a joking tone, jumping back when he sees the daggers both you and your father shoot at him.

“Not the time.” you and Deacon say in unison, and he raises his hands in surrender, taking a step closer to you. If you weren’t in this situation, you would laugh at his unsure, and slightly afraid expression, but right now, all you can think about is trying to diffuse the tension.

“So what do you say, Deac. Will you give me a chance?” Rocker asks after a moment. He extends his hand to your father, who grabs his hand in a deathgrip.

“If you hurt her, no one will ever find your body.” he tells him sternly, pulling him close to him.

“Understood.” Rocker says in a quiet voice, swallowing as your father finally shakes his hand.

“Now, you gonna join us for breakfast? You’ve just been caught in my daughter’s room. I think it’s the least you could do.” Deacon says sternly, raising a brow, as if daring him to decline.

“Right. Of course.” Rocker says with a smile, letting out a sigh when he sees your father nod once and turn to walk back to the kitchen. You let out a sigh at the same time, fighting the urge to melt into Rocker’s touch as he puts his hand on the small of your back. The whole interaction has you on edge, and you want more than anything to get back in bed with Rocker and let his comforting touch allow you to forget about all of this.

“So, how long has this been going on?” your father asks once you’re all seated. You’re in the middle, like a mediator, and Rocker’s hand is secretly placed on your thigh, rubbing comforting circles. You freeze. Why didn’t you think that he would ask this question? It was bound to come up sooner or later, and you knew your answer would probably set him off again. You can tell by the look in his eyes, however, that he would not brush past this.

“Um, like, 6 months.” you say, and it comes out as more of a question than an answer.

��What?” your father practically yells, eyes wide and fists clenched again. You let out a sigh. This is going to be harder than you thought.

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Addicted

summary: you're hicks' adopted daughter, and when visiting your dad's work, you catch rocker's eye. when you meet at a bar one night, a relationship begins, and it stays a secret until your dad walks in on you very close to rocker.

word count: 3.2k

request: anon- Can I request, Donovan Rocker and Hicks daughter, and Hicks finding out they're dating.

A/N: i know the request said hicks daughter, but i made the reader his adopted daughter so it could be race inclusive, i hope you don't mind! enjoy<33

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He’s seen you here ever since he started working with Hicks. You come in every now and then to drop off your adopted dad’s lunch, or to just say hi, knowing his job can be stressful. He’s always careful to make sure he doesn’t stare for too long, taking in the way your tummy moves when you laugh, the way your thighs jiggle when you walk. 

He’s never said more than a few words to you; only speaking when Hicks had introduced you to some of the people around that didn’t know you when you came in one day. He only ever seems to see you when your eyes are on someone else, and he kind of loves that. He gets to see the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, and the way you fidget with your fingers when your dad introduces you to someone new. Either way, he thinks you’re gorgeous, and he can’t help the small smirk that makes its way onto his face when he imagines you coming to visit him at work, instead of your dad. You’re quiet, and sweet, and he finds himself wishing you would come in every day.

What he doesn’t know is that your eyes find him whenever he’s not looking at you. You remember his name from when your dad introduced you, but you’re too scared to ask your dad anything about him, in fear of him figuring out your feelings for the man. You’re also too scared to actually talk to Rocker yourself. He’s attractive, and tall, and muscular, which makes you nervous anyway, but your dad is his boss. You’re a little afraid that if he found out you liked him, he wouldn't let you come around as often.

One day, you’re visiting your dad at work when Hondo comes barging into his office, telling him that he needs him urgently. You stand up quickly, giving Hondo a small smile as he apologizes to you, but you wave him off. You know their work is important. You hug Hicks goodbye and follow him out of his office before parting ways, walking down the hall and towards the exit. As you walk down the hall, someone comes out of the doorway you pass, and you don’t have enough time to move out of the way. You run into a solid chest, stumbling slightly as you back away from the person, which causes the person to put their arms on your upper arms to steady you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t-” your sentence stops short when you look up and realize you’ve just bumped into none other than Donovan Rocker. He smirks down at you when he sees the embarrassed look on your face and the way your breath hitches in your throat. He can’t believe his luck; he didn’t even know you were here, and now he finally gets the chance to talk to you. 

“All good, sweetheart. It was my fault.” His low tone almost makes you weak at the knees as you try to hold the strong eye contact. After a moment you look down, stepping away from him, feeling your heart race as you feel the heat of his palms on your arms. He takes his hands off your arms, frowning slightly as you take a small step back; he liked how close you were to him.

“Where are you running off to in such a hurry?” he asks, closing his fists as he resists the urge to put his hands on your wide hips and pull you in. He wants to keep you here with him as long as possible. You look back up at him, licking your lips as you feel your mouth go dry. Looking at him from across a room is one thing, but with having him so close, you can barely make out a sentence. 

“Hondo came in and said he needed my dad. Said it was urgent.” you say, voice just above a whisper as you shrug, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. 

Rocker’s face changes from a smirk to one of annoyance. He doesn’t wanna leave you yet, but he knows he should probably go see what Hondo needed Hicks for. They’ll probably come find him soon anyway, and he’d rather not be caught with you alone by your father. As innocent as your encounter was, the thoughts currently filling his mind are anything but.

“I should probably go see what’s up,” he tells you, smirk disappearing as he rolls his eyes. “You want me to walk you out?” 

You shake your head, giving him a small smile.

“No, I know where I’m going. Thank you, though.” The smirk makes its way back onto his face as he looks down at you, giving you a nod. 

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” he says, taking the chance to scan your body now that he’s so close to you. He feels a little bad as his eyes stop on your chest for a moment, but he can’t help it. If you weren’t who you were, he would’ve already asked you out.

You nod, his nickname for you making it impossible for you to do anything else. You turn on your heel, walking away from him and out the door, completely unaware of him staying put for a moment, eyes glued to you, watching the slight sway of your hips as you walk.

After a moment he clears his throat, letting out a long breath before making his way to see Hondo and Hicks to get caught up. He tries to keep his thoughts on what they’re saying as they explain the case to him, but he can’t help but think of your shy demeanour and pretty face. 

Almost a week later, your two friends invite you to go out with them, and you all decide on a small bar close to you. When you get there, you find a small table near the back and settle there. After about an hour, you all need another refill, so you offer to go get them. 

As you’re standing near the bar, waiting for the bartender to be finished with another customer, you feel someone slide up beside you. You choose to ignore them, but you furrow your brows when you hear a deep voice speak from beside you. You know that voice, you think, but it can’t be.

“Hey, sweetheart,” You turn your head slowly, meeting Rocker’s blue eyes. You let out a shaky breath, smiling softly as you greet him. “What are you doing here?”

“Just out with some friends.” you explain, gesturing to your friends at the table, too busy talking to each other to notice the man that had approached you. He nods, smirking as his eyes trail down your body quickly. You don’t miss this, and it makes your breath quicken as you stand up straighter, unsure what to do under his intense stare.

“You want a drink?” he asks, looking over at the bartender, who finally walks over to you two. 

“Oh, um, no that’s okay. I was just getting refills.” you explain softly, giving the bartender your orders. He orders his drink after you, before adding: “And put her drinks on my tab.”

“No, you really don’t have to do that, these aren’t all my drinks.” you tell him, shaking your head quickly. You appreciate the gesture; it makes your stomach flip, but you can’t let him pay for you and your friends.

“It’s the least I can do for making them wait for their drinks. I wanna get to know you, sweetheart.” He smirks, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he steps closer to you, mostly so he can hear you better over the music and chatter from the bar, but also because he loves the way you squirm when he does.

“Why?” you ask softly, brows furrowed. You can’t understand why he wants to talk to you so badly, and you feel a little bad. You’re supposed to be here with your friends, who have now noticed the handsome man you’re talking to, you don’t want to ditch them. His presence also makes you very nervous, scared you’ll say the wrong thing, or he’ll somehow realize that some of your thoughts of him are definitely not appropriate. The bartender brings your drinks over, and you both thank him softly.

“Well, you’re gorgeous, first of all. And I also wanna get some dirt on Hicks, just for fun.” He tries to ease your nerves slightly, seeing the way you fidget with the rings on your finger and are trying so hard to keep eye contact. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your throat at his words, and you grab your drink to take a sip, buying yourself some time to slow your stammering heart.

“Well, I don’t have much of that, unfortunately,” you respond after a moment. “So, you’re out of luck.” He chuckles at your words, shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t say that. I still get to talk to a beautiful woman. I’d say that’s pretty lucky.” You almost choke on your drink at his compliment. You lower your drink, keeping your eyes on the ice in your drink as you let out a shaky breath.

“Thank you.” you get out after a moment, unsure of what else to say. He has your brain so clouded with nervousness and lust, that any smart remark you may have been able to think of is out the window. He has you a stuttering mess, and he loves it.

You’re not sure how long you talk to him. Long enough for your friends to finally slip up beside you and get their drinks, giving you knowing smiles as they walk back to the table you were all at. Long enough for you to loosen up a little, slowly coming out of your shell and flirting back as you felt the alcohol flowing through you.

You aren’t sure how, but your night ends with your back being pushed up against Rocker’s front door as soon as you got back to his house, one of his hands on your hips as the other angling your head up into a rough kiss. 

You let out a soft moan as his lips move down your neck, nipping and sucking gently. Your hands find their way to his hair as his move down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall again. You both know you shouldn’t be doing this, but with the way your soft body feels pressed against his, and the way your thick thighs are wrapped around his waist, he’s not sure he can stop. He's addicted to you.

This goes on for a couple months, and eventually, it turns into something more. You haven’t really had the talk; you’re too nervous to bring it up, scared it’ll snap him back to reality and he’ll realize sleeping with his boss’s daughter is a bad idea. You rarely go out with him, instead opting to stay in the safety of either your apartment or his house, but he has called you his girl a few times while he’s buried deep inside of you, so you’re content with the situation for now.

A few months into your relationship with Rocker, you’re visiting your dad at work again, bringing him some lunch. Before you can make it to his office, Rocker’s arm is wrapping around your wrist and pulling you into one of the empty offices.

You squeal softly as he pulls you in, but his hand is over your mouth immediately, shushing you softly before talking his hand away and kissing you passionately. You hum softly and stand up on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him back, the container of food dangling loosely in your hand behind his head. 

You whisper his name against his lips after a moment, moving your free hand down to his chest and pushing him away gently. He groans softly as he feels you pushing him away, pulling back reluctantly, but not before he gives you one more quick peck.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, giggling as you move your arm back up to rest over his shoulder, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him.

“Wanna kiss my girl for visiting me at work.” he teases softly, loving the way you give him that sweet little smile. If you weren’t at his work right now, with your dad down the hall, he’d have you bent over the desk with your dress around your waist. He licks his lips at the thought, looking down at you hungrily.

“I wish I really was doing that.” you tell him softly, running your empty hand through the hair on the back of his head, which causes him to smile. 

“I know,” he starts sadly, leaning down to kiss you again. “But I can dream.” he states once he pulls away, squeezing your hips gently.

“You look gorgeous today, sweetheart. You know that?” he says after a moment. You feel your face heat up at his words, laughing softly. After months, you’re still not sure how to react when he compliments you, it makes your stomach fill with butterflies every time.

“And you look handsome.” His smile turns to a smirk at your words, and one hand trails from your hip down to your thigh, slowly lifting your dress up as his hand travels up your thigh.

“You wanna show me how handsome you think I am?” he teases softly, hand reaching your panties and trailing across your waistband.

“Maybe not in an empty office.” you say softly, giggling. You bite your lip as his hand gets closer to where you want him, and you know you should tell him to stop, but you can’t find the words.

Just as his hand dips below your waistband, just barely grazing you, you hear footsteps out the door. Both your eyes widen, and Rocker pulls his hand away quickly and smooths your dress back down before whoever it is comes in.

When the door opens, you’re face to face with your father, who looks between the two of you with a surprised look on his face. Rocker takes a step away from you, making it somehow even more obvious that you weren’t just talking in here.

“Sir.” Rocker cuts the silence, crossing his arms over his chest as a stoic expression makes its way onto his face. You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek nervously as you step towards your dad.

“Hi dad.” you say softly, hoping to lessen the angry look on his face.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Hicks asks sharply, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares at Rocker. “I thought we were past this. Sneaking around like you’re sixteen.” he says, eyes lowering to you, giving you a disappointed look.

“I didn’t know what to say.” you say softly, looking down, embarrassment filling every inch of your body. It’s bad enough that he caught you like this, even if he didn’t actually see anything, but you feel bad for lying to him for so long.

“Why not? I can’t dictate who you date, as much as I want to. You’re not a kid anymore.” he says, sighing, his shoulders relaxing slightly. You nod, looking over at Rocker, who meets your gaze and steps closer to you.

“Sir, I really do like your daughter. She’s my girlfriend, I really don’t wanna do anything to hurt her. I hope you’re okay with that.” he tells your dad, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. Your eyes widen slightly at the word girlfriend, and you turn your head to look up at him standing beside you with a small smile.

“I think I’d be more okay with it if I didn’t just find you alone in an empty office together.” he says, slightly joking, but his voice is still laced with anger.

“I brought you lunch, though.” you say, shrugging as you hand the container out to him with an awkward smile. Your dads’ eyes trail down to the container, pursing his lips as he slowly reaches out for it. 

“Is that your homemade pasta sauce?” he asks slowly, eyes narrowed. You nod, smiling softly as you give it to him. You know how much he loves your pasta. He hums softly, looking down at the container in his hands for a moment before his gaze snaps back up to you.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he tells you sternly, and you nod, laughing softly at how quickly he caved for your cooking. “And I’ll talk to you later too.” he tells Rocker, a finger pointed at his chest. Rocker nods, jaw clenched as he holds back a smile. This went better than he thought it might, he thinks.  

“Yes sir.” he responds quickly, knowing he’ll probably get an earful later, when you’re not there to soften the blow, but right now, he feels good. It feels like you're finally his, and you don't have to sneak around anymore.

“Aren’t you gonna come visit me?” he asks you sarcastically, turning to walk out the door.

“I’ll be right there.” you call out after him, turning to Rocker and laughing softly when your dad grumbles something about having two minutes.

“Girlfriend?” you ask softly, wrapping your arms around his neck again and tilting your head to the side. 

“Isn’t that what you are?” he replies, tilting his head the same way as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“You never asked me.” you tell him sheepishly, looking down at his chest and smoothing his shirt out. He raises his brows, trying to think over the last few months, and he realizes you’re right. He hadn’t asked, and now he feels like an idiot.

“I guess it slipped my mind. It felt like you already were, so I guess I never saw a point.” he explains, blushing slightly as tilts your head back up to meet his gaze, slightly embarrassed that he never asked.

“It’s okay. I was happy with whatever we were.” you say sincerely, leaning up to kiss him softly. He hums against your lips, kissing you back for a moment until he pulls back, brows furrowed.

“But, you’re okay with being my girlfriend too, right?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone, but you see the nervousness in his eyes as he waits for your response.

“Of course. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.” he tells him, laughing softly. He lets out a breath, chuckling softly. God, he’s so whipped, he thinks.

“Good to know.” he says seductively, leaning in to kiss you again, trailing his hands to your hips and pulling you flush against him. He leans back after a moment and runs a thumb against your bottom lip, taking in your pretty features.

“You should go. I think that was two minutes.” he teases, moving a hand to your jaw and bringing you back in for one last quick peck.

“I’ll see you tonight?” you ask softly, taking a step back from him. He nods eyes trailing down your body as you back up towards the door. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll see you tonight.”

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Hot Tub: part two

summary: rocker has been flirting with you for months, and finally asks you out after a long day at work. you cave, and finally say yes, somehow ending up really close when you get into his hot tub.

word count: 3.3k

part 1

A/N: a few people asked for a part two so here it is! I'm still not super comfortable writing smut so hopefully this isn't too bad! i’m thinking of maybe writing another part about how they interact at work too so please let me know if you would like to read that! anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: lots of pet names, smut, fingering, cunnilingus (fem!receiving), unprotected sex (do not recommend), no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

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You giggle as Rocker turns towards the patio door, his expression making him look like he’s on a mission.

“Put me down! I’m too heavy!” you squeal, arms tightening around his neck to balance yourself. You feel your stomach flutter, feeling his strong arms holding you, hands tightly gripping the back of your thighs.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I seem to be doing alright, don’t I?” he teases, tightening his grip on your thighs as he walks into the house.

You can’t help but smile widely as you bury your face in his neck, feeling giddy at his words. He looked strong, of course, but using his strength? On you? It causes desire to pool in your lower belly. You look behind you two as he steps walks through his kitchen, noticing the water dripping off of your bodies and onto his hardwood floors.

“Wait, we’re getting your house all wet, shouldn’t we dry off?” you ask softly, loosening your arms around his neck to look into his eyes. As much as you want to be in his bed immediately, you can’t help but feel a little bad about the mess you’re making.

“I don’t care right now. I’ll clean it up later.” he rasps, eyes full of lust as he meets your gaze.

“Okay…but don’t get mad at me when your whole house is wet.” you tease, biting your lip softly.

“Trust me, darling, I would never get mad at you. Besides, you’re worth every inch of water I’ll have to wipe up.” he tells you with a small smile. He tries to match your teasing tone, but dear god, all he wants right now is you under him, screaming his name. 

Once he reaches his room, he throws you on his bed gently, a predatory look on his face as he stares down at you, studying you. After a moment, he crawls on top of you, hands on either side of your head as he hovers above you.

“Such a gentleman.” you whisper, feeling your breath catch in your throat as he moves, lips parted ever so slightly.

“Just for you, sweetheart,” he starts, one hand moving to slowly caress your cheek before moving down, “no one else gets this side of me.” You feel his fingers ghosting over your neck, down to your chest, then down to your stomach. 

You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek as you feel his body pressing against yours, his hard length against your lower belly. You let out a shaky breath as you slowly reach for the string of your bikini top, holding eye contact as your breath quickens. Your hand shakes slightly as you slowly pull on the string of your top, self consciousness creeping into you as you watch how intently he’s watching you, how his eyes are staring at your chest hungrily. Your hand hesitates, not quite untying it as you swallow, exhaling softly.

He notices the way you hesitate, leaning down to give you a reassuring kiss before moving a hand to cover the hand you were using to untie your top.

“Just lay back for me, sweetheart. Let me do it for you.” he says softly, hoping to ease your nerves. 

You nod as you take your hand away from your top, letting him take over. He undoes your top, slowly pulling it away from your body, throwing it somewhere in the room. You bite your lip as he stares at your chest intently, face getting hot from his attention focused solely on your bare chest. 

He leans down, kissing your neck before slowly trailing kisses down to your collarbones. His lips move down to one of your breasts, slowly bringing your nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it as your breath catches in your throat. As his mouth focuses on one breast, his hand moves up to the other, squeezing gently before slowly rolling your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a whine from your lips.

He chuckles softly, pulling back after a few moments to look at your face, his hand moving from your breast down to your stomach, fingertips tracing your stretch marks. Your breath catches in your throat as he gives your stomach attention, and he feels the way you tense under him slightly, but you don’t pull away.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” he tells you, eyes trailing down to your stomach, groaning softly as he sees the way your soft tummy moves as you take deep breaths.

He starts to move down your body, kissing your stomach as he goes, looking up to meet your eyes as you sit up on your forearms.

“Look at you. So pretty,” he whispers, continuing to kiss your stomach as he reaches a hand out to undo your swim suit bottoms. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” he tells you, smirking as the first string becomes completely untied. 

“I’m just laying here.” you tease softly, trying to calm your nerves, feeling slightly overwhelmed at all the attention he was giving you. You bite your lip as you see his other hand starting to work on your bottom’s other string, heat pooling between your thighs as his eyes scan you, full of desire.

“Doing just as I asked,” he corrects, matching your teasing tone, gently massaging your hip as he speaks before undoing the second string. He slowly pulls your bottoms off of you, leaving you completely exposed to him. “I think you deserve a reward.” he rasps, starting to kiss up your thighs, hands gripping them as you flinch slightly from the feeling of his stubble on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“I already got that in the hot tub.” you tease softly, biting your lip as he moves closer to your core, breath quickening in anticipation as you look down at him.

“That was just an appetizer, sweetheart. I’ve been wanting to taste you for months.” he tells you, eyes darkening as he eyes your core, licking his lips at the sight.

He reaches up, thumb slowly teasing your clit as his eyes dart back up to yours, smirking as you let out a soft moan.

“Can I?” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your inner thighs, looking up at you with an almost pleading look in his eyes.

“Please.” you get out, your hips starting to buck slightly at the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive bud, aching with need.

“So polite. My pretty girl,” he teases softly, throwing one leg over his shoulder as one of his fingers pushes into you, curling slowly before he adds a second. You let out a whine, your head dropping back as you revel in the feeling of his fingers inside you. He smirks as he notices how wet you are for him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your clit as his fingers continue to move in and out at a torturously slow pace.

“So needy,” he whispers as you mewl, squirming under him, “and yet you’re still so polite, so patient.”

He hums as he watches you, head thrown back but still leaning up on your forearms. He removes his fingers and leans down to your heat, the flat of his tongue licking a strip down your folds, groaning as he finally tastes you on his tongue. He continues to tease you with his tongue before moving to your clit, sucking on it gently as a high-pitched whine escapes your throat, dropping onto your back completely.

“So sweet,” he rasps, licking his lips before diving back in, his tongue slowly pushing deeper into you, causing you to arch your back. As he continues fucking you with his tongue, he feels your hips start to buck up against him, desperate for more, your hands going to his hair.

He chuckles softly against your core, sending vibrations through you. He grips your hips tighter as you squirm more under him, forcing you to hold still as his lips attach to your clit again.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as his tongue begins to move quicker, pleasure building up in your stomach as he brings you closer to the edge.

He feels your body start to move under him with more urgency, and sensing that you are nearing the edge, he starts lapping at your cunt with increased fervor.

It doesn’t take long before your high is crashing over you, your grip on his hair tightening slightly as you arch your back, letting out a loud moan as your release lands on his tongue.

His pace slows as he helps you ride out your high, lapping up your juices with his tongue, his thumbs slowly tracing circles on your hips as he holds them in place.

He smiles as he pulls away from you, slowly kissing his way up your body again. You grab his face as he comes up, guiding him up to your mouth. You kiss him hard, still breathing heavily, tasting yourself on his lips as he groans softly. He decides then that that was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He loved the feeling of your thick thighs around his head, your taste on his tongue, how your soft body felt under his fingertips. 

As you continue kissing him, your hands trail down his torso, reaching for the strings of his swim shorts. Feeling your hands on his abdomen, he pulls back, standing at the edge of the bed to undo his shorts, letting them fall down his legs as his member springs free. He steps out of them as you sit up, moving to kneel in front of him on the bed, your eyes hooded with lust as you eye his impressive cock, mouth watering.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you begin to kiss his jaw and neck, then slowly make your way down his torso. Before you get too far down, he puts a finger under your chin, bringing your face back up to his, shaking his head slightly before kissing you softly with a hand wrapped around your neck and the other gripping your hip.

You furrow your brows slightly at this, pulling back from the kiss, your hand moving down his chest again.

“Wanna make you feel good.” you whisper, biting your lip as you think about taking him into your mouth. He shakes his head again as his thumb ghosts your cheek.

“Next time, sweetheart. Need you now.” he rasps, pushing you back down onto the bed, leaning over you again, one knee sliding up between your legs and hiking one of your thighs up to his waist.

You whimper as he hikes your leg up, hands moving up to rest on his shoulders. You look up at him, spreading your legs further as he reaches down, slowly teasing your folds with the head of his cock.

“God, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of touching you like you’re a goddamn work of art.” he whispers, which earns him a whine from your lips. You look up at him with hooded eyes, hips bucking slightly as he teases you, still feeling sensitive from your orgasm. 

“Yeah? What exactly have you been dreaming about?” you tease breathlessly, growing desperate to feel him inside of you.

“Having you wrapped around me, clenching around me, cumming on my cock.” he whispers, slowly pushing into you, a satisfied whimper leaving your lips. His head drops to the crook of your neck as you take all of him, pressing a soft kiss to your neck as your grip tightens on his shoulders, getting used to his size. 

Once your grip on his shoulders loosens, he takes this as the okay to move, slowly rocking his hips into yours, loving the way you feel stretched out around him.

He increases his speed as your whines get louder, needier, moaning into your ear as his hips snap into yours.

“Let me hear you, princess. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” he whispers into your ear, a hand going down to your thigh, pulling it up higher on his waist, allowing him to get that much deeper.

You let out a loud whimper as you arch your back, nails digging into his back, moaning his name softly.

“Touch me.” you plead, looking up at him with desperate eyes. He chuckles softly at your words, reaching down to tease your clit, groaning as he feels you clench around him, starting to feel close to reaching his climax.

Your brain feels so clouded by him that you’re unable to form words, only able to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. You bite your lip as you feel your high approaching again, your hips beginning to buck up into his again, your leg wrapping around his waist tighter.

“You gonna make a mess for me, pretty girl?” he asks, a cocky expression on his face as he notices you nearing the edge, his thumb moving in quicker circles against your clit.

You nod, closing your eyes as you tilt your head back, your high quickly approaching.

“You’re gonna have to ask. Do you think you can do that? Can my pretty girl ask properly?” he says in an almost degrading tone, fingers leaving your clit to grab your jaw, forcing your eyes open. He loved the way you looked right now, spread open for him and desperate.

“Wanna come on your cock, please. Want you to fill me up, please. Need to feel you.” you mumble, looking up at him with doe eyes as you feel his hips start to move in uneven thrusts.

He groans at your words, the way you’re clenching around him paired with your words sending him over the edge.

You groan as you feel him filling you up, his body tensing as he emptied into you, before he continues to rub your clit faster, causing you to fall over the edge as well.

He groans, face falling back into the crook of your neck as he feels you clench around him, his hips slow as you both come down from your high, both trying to catch your breath.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, keeping his cock inside of you.

You close your eyes, swallowing as you try to catch your breath, biting your lip as you smile softly at his words.

He stays inside of you for a few moments, pressing soft kisses to your neck, jaw, and face, before he pulls out. You whine softly, feeling empty as you open your eyes, looking up at him as he stands up from the bed.

“Gonna go get something to clean you up,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “be right back.”

He disappears into the bathroom as you lay on his bed, your breath slowing down as you sit back up on your forearms, smiling at him weakly as he walks back into the room with a wet cloth.

He takes a moment to look at you, trying to burn the scene into his head, as if for some reason you were going to tell him that this was just a one time thing. He takes in the fucked out look on your face. The way your chest and tummy are rising and falling as you breathe. Your legs still spread, your mixed releases slowly dripping out of your cunt and onto his sheets.

He smiles softly to himself before moving to gently clean up the cum that had made its way down your thighs, kissing your plush stomach as he moves the cloth over your skin. 

Once he finishes, he throws the cloth to the side, crawling into bed beside you. He lays on his back, urging you to lay your head on his chest, letting one arm wrap around your shoulders, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your skin. The other hand moves to your thigh, moving your leg over his, his fingers gently squeezing your thigh as he feels your weight half on top of him.

After a while of enjoying each other's presence; listening to each other's breathing, and feeling one another’s heartbeats, you lift your head to look up at him, chin resting on his chest.

“What happens now? At work?” you whisper, slightly nervous, but desperately trying to hide it. While you knew it wasn’t as easy as just simply telling everyone, you desperately wanted it to happen. Despite you being wrapped in his arms, fingers gently tracing patterns on his chest, there was still a hint of doubt that he wanted anything more than a night with you. You were prepared to follow his lead, whatever it may be.

“Oh, you’re worried the team will find out, huh?” he teases softly, not picking up on the nervousness, your SWAT training coming in handy at this moment. “It can be our little secret.” he whispers, the hand on your thigh moving up to your side, tickling it.

You giggle as he tickles you, swatting his hand away, earning a chuckle from him as he moves his hand back to your thigh. You turn your head away from him, resting your cheek on his chest, smile disappearing from your face slowly.

“Is that what you want?” you whisper, nervousness slipping into your voice, sadness creeping into your eyes as the fear of this being a one time thing grows.

“Of course not, sweetheart. I wanna kiss you like you’re my goddamn wife.” he whispers, grabbing your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his.

“Yeah?” you whisper as he forces your chin up, a hopeful look in your eyes. He really does want you. 

“Yeah, but there’s protocols for this. Honestly, I have no idea what to do.” he tells you seriously, feeling your face heat up under his fingers, looking down at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“I guess we can’t tell anyone.” you whisper, sadness filling your eyes again as the realization hits you. You wanna be able to be with him without worrying about it, but in your line of work, this kind of thing is definitely against the code of conduct. You weren’t sure what to say. As much as you want to keep seeing him, in whatever way you could, you weren’t sure how much he was willing to sneak around.

“It doesn’t mean we have to stop.” he whispers to you, equally as unsure.

God, he wanted you so bad. In any way you’d let him have you. If you wanted to keep seeing him in secret, and not just for sex, he’d jump at that. He would take anything you allowed him to have.

“Okay,” you reply, a smile growing on your face as you bite your lip. “Do you mean just the sex? Because I’m okay with that, I just wanna know.” you whisper, averting your gaze from his eyes.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as his grip tightens on your chin, forcing you to look back into his eyes, a smirk on his face.

“How can someone so gorgeous be so dense?” he teases softly, squeezing your shoulder, a smirk growing on his face. “I want you. All of you. I don’t just want sex, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I just thought-” you whisper, trailing off, your face growing hot as the smile on your face grows.

“Thought what? Baby, I don’t know what else I need to say to prove it to you. You remember me telling you how I’ve been flirting with you for months, right? I meant every word I’ve said, so don’t give me that ‘oh, I just thought’ bullshit.” he tells you, trying to mimic your tone, earning a soft giggle from you.

You rest your cheek on his cheek again, arm around his torso tightening slightly, a wide smile across your face as it sinks in. He wants you. You want each other.

At that moment, work protocol didn’t matter. Because your feelings for each other could not be stopped, and neither of you would stop them, even if you could.

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♡ sweet as pie: part one ♡

summary: on your way out the door to hang out with your friends, you meet your new neighbour, and your dad’s friend, donovan rocker.

word count: 1.3k

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a/n: i changed the mood board because i hated the other one<33 this is also a little shorter than i normally write, but this series will be a drabble series, so most parts will be this short. i have a lot of ideas for this, and most chapters may take place days/weeks after the previous one, and may not be necessarily chronological. if you have any ideas involving these two, i would love to hear them and include them in a future part!!

warnings: age gap, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You’re singing along to the music playing from your phone as you stare at the three outfits on your bed, one arm crossed over your chest as the other props up your chin. Your brows are furrowed as you try to imagine which of these outfits would be best for your plans for the day.

Not the jeans, you think, you’ll be sitting down the whole time, and these are definitely not sitting jeans. You look between the two other outfits, both dresses, some of your favourites. Finally, you reach for the dress on the left, nodding once to yourself as you take it off the hanger.

It’s supposed to be warm today, so this is definitely the best option. You pull on the short white dress, fingers gliding over the small pink flowers littering the fabric as you pull it over your head and let it fall down against your upper thighs. Then, you pull on your light pink tie front cardigan, tying the strings into a quick bow as your phone dings.

You huff when you read the text from your friend, telling you that she’s in your driveway to pick you up. Ten minutes before she said she would be here. 

You’ve been away at college, and now that you’re back for the summer, your friends are eager to finally see you for longer than a few days during holidays and spring break.

You text her back, telling her you’ll be right there, and then move to your dresser to put on your necklace. You watch yourself in the mirror as you fasten the clasp, tilting your head to the side and inspecting your face when the necklace is securely around your neck and resting right in the valley of your breasts.

You’ve decided on light makeup today, opting for just some mascara and some tinted glittery lip gloss. With one final once over, you grab your purse and make your way downstairs.

Your brows furrow when you hear voices in the living room; one your father’s, and one you’ve never heard before. When you step off the last stair and onto the hardwood of the living room, both pairs of eyes trail over to you, and your smile at your father while your eyes dart to the man on the couch across from him for a split second.

“Hey, honey. You remember I told you we got a new neighbour while you were gone. This is Donovan Rocker.” your dad tells you. You finally take a good look at the man, eyes meeting his as he smiles at you. Your hands are clasped behind your back, and your feet are stuck to the floor as you feel his gaze burning your skin.

You have to admit that he’s attractive; he’s clearly well built, his sharp jawline and plump lips have your throat going dry, and his eyes are a beautiful blue that have you unsure if you want to keep staring into them or to force your gaze away. He’s wearing jeans and a tight black t-shirt, but you try not to stare at his pecs with your father right there.

Your eyes widen slightly when he stands from the couch and reaches a hand out to you. You take his hand gently and shake it, your heartbeat suddenly sounding very loud in your chest as you take in just how tall he really is. 

You snap out of it when he lets go of your hand, your entire body feeling hot from the warmth of his palm lingering on your skin, and the air around you feels suffocating as you struggle to bring oxygen to your lungs. When your father speaks again, you have to fight hard to tear your gaze away from Rocker.

“Sorry, what?” you ask, both men clearly unaware of the thoughts currently swirling around your head. 

Rocker takes this time to trail his eyes down your plush figure. Your little dress is pretty on you; and it shows off your thick thighs and your soft tummy and chest wonderfully. You look gorgeous standing there, and he smirks to himself when he sees the coating of glittery lip gloss on your lips and the little heart locket teasing him as it hangs between your breasts.

“Where are you going all dressed up?” your father asks again. You look down at your outfit sheepishly, subconsciously smoothing the dress down your body to give it just a little extra length. It’s a little short, you’ll admit, but you were planning on having a day out with your friends, not standing in the living room with your dad and your handsome new neighbour.

“Going out with the girls. Brunch.” you reply quietly, looking back up to your father, and he just nods with a hum.

“Alright. Well, have fun.” your father tells you, and you give him a smile, mumbling a quick agreement. Your eyes dart between Rocker and your father again, eyes trailing down to Rocker’s hand gripping his bottle of beer. God, even his hands are attractive.

“Okay. It was nice to meet you.” you tell Rocker, meeting his eyes again to see his smirk. He raises his beer, giving you a nod as he returns the sentiment. You turn without another word, both you and your father completely unaware of Rocker’s gaze glued to the way your hips and dress sway gently with each step. 

You hear your father get up and go to the kitchen for another beer, and Rocker takes his chance to continue watching you at the front door. You bend down to put your mary jane doc martens on, and Rocker swallows, your dress dangerously close to showing him your pretty pink panties. 

You jump slightly when you hear your friend honk the horn from outside, almost falling over as you stand back up. You hear Rocker chuckling quietly, and you look at him from the corner of your eye, letting out a shaky breath as you try to calm your racing heart.

“You okay?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone, and you give him a big fake smile, feeling embarrassment flood your body. 

“Yep. Bye.” you reply quickly, hand gripping the door knob. His eyes sweep down your figure once more before he speaks again.

“Have fun.” he tells you. You nod once, swallowing as you turn to open the front door.

When you’re finally out of sight and safely in your friend's car, you let out a shaky breath, but your hot older neighbour is quickly pushed out of your mind as your friend greets you excitedly.

Inside, as Rocker keeps talking with your father, he tries not to think about you, and he begins to feel a little guilty. That’s his friend’s daughter, for God’s sake, but even so, he can’t keep his mind from wandering to the way your chest was practically on display for him, or the way your dress just bordered on too short. 

If you were his, he’d probably keep you from wearing that in public. At the very least he would keep a close eye on you all day, keeping you glued to his side so no one gets any ideas.

He tries to keep his focus on your father as he speaks to him, wiping you out of his mind completely, especially because your father is right there, and he’s sure his unease would be easy to spot if your father knew what to look for.After a few hours, he excuses himself, telling your father that he needs to get home. He doesn’t want to run into you again; he doesn’t know what kind of stupid thing he’ll be tempted to do if he sees you again. All he does know is that this is going to be a long summer with you here all the time.

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Hot Tub: part one

summary: rocker has been flirting with you for months, and finally asks you out after a long day at work. you cave, and finally say yes, somehow ending up really close when you get into his hot tub.

word count: 5.9k

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A/N: this is my first fic! i was really excited to write this and i wrote it all in one sitting lol. i also wrote the reader with a hint of insecurity at the beginning, but i tried to keep it to a minimum because i know a lot of plus size reader fics are full of insecure readers and it's a little annoying. i tried to write it as if the reader knows she's hot, but is a little wary about him wanting her for more than one night (sidetone: what the fuck is up with men like that because I have met far too many). i also tried to make this race inclusive, but please let me know if there’s anything i need to change for that! anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: smut, slightly insecure reader at the beginning, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

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“Heard you took down two targets by yourself today, sweetheart. Almost as good as the time I did, except I did it twice as fast. But don’t worry, I don’t blame you. No one expects you to be pretty and as good as me.” Rocker teases as he walks into the room, winking at you.

“Yeah, whatever,” you reply, rolling your eyes as you turn to him, stepping away from your locker. “At least I don’t let it get to my head.” you tease.

“Who says you’re not gonna go home tonight and celebrate. If you need some company, you know you can call me, sweetheart.” He teases, crossing his arms as he stands in front of you, leaning closer.

“Who said I didn't already have company? Maybe I have someone at home waiting to celebrate with me,” you say, a playful glint in your eyes.

“Me, actually. Or do you have somebody special at home?” He smirks, standing taller as he looks down at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Maybe I do. Why? You jealous?” You challenge, looking up at him, mirroring his actions and crossing your arms over your chest. The way he was looking at you made a shiver run down your spine. He really did look jealous.

“Jealous? Please…I’m sure they’re real good to you, but I bet I could make you feel things that they never could.” He challenges, stepping closer to you. You bite the inside of your lip, feeling your face get hot as you try not to show how much his words were beginning to affect you.

“That’s big talk, Rocker. Someone might be disappointed if you couldn’t live up to that,” you say softly, fighting the urge to step back from him out of nervousness. You try to keep a straight face as you look up at him challengingly, not showing how his presence was making your body react.

“Big talk, maybe. But trust me, sweetheart, I’ll definitely live up to it. How about I show you what I mean?” He whispers, leaning in to whisper the last sentence in your ear, your breath catching in your throat as you feel his warm breath hit your ear.

You laugh softly, shaking your head as he leans back, looking down at you with a smirk on his face that you’re not sure if you wanna kiss or smack off. You exhale, licking your lips, feeling your throat go dry as you try to fight away the less than innocent thoughts taking over your mind.

“Nice try, but I don’t think you could handle me.” you whisper, unable to find your voice.

“Oh, trust me. I could definitely handle you sweetheart, and that’s a promise.” He whispers back, sensing your nervousness. You swallow, closing your eyes for a moment as you feel his fingers brush over your cheek. Your stomach drops as you become suddenly very aware of his proximity to you and the look he was giving you, feeling like you’ve woken up from the trance he put you in with just a few words.

“You might be able to, but you don’t actually want to.” You whisper, a mix of coldness and sadness in your voice as you look down, hiding your face from his gaze.

And how could you know what I do and don’t want? Hm, baby?” He says softly, putting a hand under your chin to tilt your head back up. You meet his gaze hesitantly, searching his eyes for a sign that he was joking.

“I know men like you, you don’t want a woman like me.” You whisper, looking up at him, your jaw clenching.

“Yeah? And why kind of women do ‘men like me’ go after?” He challenges, looking down at you with his head tilted to the side.

“Skinny women,” you start, sighing, really not wanting to explain this to him. “Women you wanna be seen in public with...” You say, trailing off as you look away, only for his hand to grab your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. 

“Look at me. Why are you pretty girls always so insecure? Look at you,” he says, a hint of teasing in his voice as his eyes drag down your body. 

“I’m not pretty, not like the women you actually want, at least.” You argue, laughing sarcastically as you watch his eyes look down at you, shaking your head.

“That’s a lie, and you aren’t gonna convince me otherwise. You’re gorgeous, I don’t know why you think I wouldn’t want you.” He says, looking back into your eyes, one hand still on your jaw as his other hand moves to your hip.

“Well, yeah, I’m pretty. But not the type of pretty that guys like you want. I’ve dealt with men like you. You want me for a night, or in secret. But that’s it. You’d rather a woman that’ll make your friends pat you on the back for pulling.” You argue, a hint of sadness in your eyes.

His face softens for a moment, looking down at you, clenching his jaw, making your knees weak. He shakes his head, his teasing expression coming back onto his face as he pulls you closer, your arms, still crossed, pressing against his chest.

“You’ve got shitty taste in men then, sweetheart. I’ve never met anyone as pretty as you, especially since I got to know that smart mouth of yours. And I’d be an idiot if I only wanted you for one night.” He says playfully, tilting your head up further, leaning closer for a moment, your lips almost touching before he pulls away, looking at you intently. 

“I don’t believe you…” You mumble, trying not to cave at his words. You want to believe him so badly, but after learning that so many men don’t wanna admit that they like your body, you can’t help the nervousness twisting at your insides.

“Really? Even after everything I’ve been saying? Tell me, have any of the other ‘guys like me’ ever made you feel like this?” He asks, tightening his grip on your hip, looking at you with a dark look in his eyes.

You shake your head in his grip, mumbling a soft no as you bite the inside of your lip. He chuckles softly at your nervousness, using the hand that was holding your jaw to grab your wrists, moving them up and over his head so your arms are draped around his shoulders.

“Yeah, I thought so,” he says smugly, gripping your hips tightly. “How about this, you give me a chance. Let me take you out, and I’ll make you feel so goddamn amazing that you'll forget all about your stupid insecurities. Because I don’t care if you’re not skinny, I like your body just the way it is. Alright, pretty girl?” He says softly, looking at you with an almost pleading expression. 

You look up at him, eyes softening as you see the way he’s looking at you. You sigh, fighting the urge to give in. “Where?” You ask, tilting your head to the side, face growing hot at the idea of going out with him.

“Anywhere, sweetheart. A restaurant, a museum, a bar. Or, we could just spend the night at my place…” He says softly, giving your hips a playful squeeze, smirking down at you.

“So, you’re just trying to wine and dine me?” You ask, slightly joking, still not quite believing him.

“Oh, no, baby. I’m a much better cook than any restaurant in this town. I was thinking you and I could stay in, I could make you dinner. I even have a pool, and it’s heated, so it won’t matter if it’s cold out. What do you say?” He says, chuckling softly. You look up at him, fighting back a smile as his words hit you. It wouldn’t be the end of the world to go out with him once. It’s not like you have to give into him completely.

“No pool. But a home cooked meal sounds okay.” You whisper, trying to keep a straight face as you see the grin that appears on his face.

“Why? Are you shy? Because there’s no reason to be. I’d never judge you, sweetheart. But if you say no pool, then how about a warm bath? I can help soothe your sore muscles from taking down two suspects by yourself,” he teases, as you giggle softly.

“A bath is worse, at least in a pool I’d have a bathing suit on.” You reply, shaking your head.

“Oh, no, you wouldn’t. Not if I had anything to say about it.” He says, pulling you closer to him, your chest touching his own. He looks down at you for a moment with a serious look on his face before the grin reappears on his face, and he winks at you. You look down, fighting back a smile as you shake your head. 

“Oh, you like that idea, don’t you, pretty girl?” he teases, tilting your head back up to look at him, “the look on your face says it all.” You shake your head, a smile making its way onto your face.

“No pool. But I’ll come over, just for dinner.” You say softly, finally giving in, playing with the hair on the back of his head with your fingers.

“What about a hot tub? It’ll soothe your aching muscles from work today. I’ll make you dinner, and then we can have a nice evening in the hot tub, no swimwear required.” he teases, squeezing your hips, licking his lips.

If he’s not being serious, he’s really good at pretending he is. You think it over in your head for a moment, fidgeting with your fingers as your arms stay draped over his shoulders. Some time in the hot tub would definitely help with the soreness you were starting to feel, and if he’s not serious about this, this would be a good way to be sure. How much you want him to the side, getting in a hot tub with this man definitely wouldn't be the worst way to spend the night. You sigh, finally nodding as you look up at him, being met with a smirk and a glint in his eyes.

“I have the feeling you just wanna see me in a bathing suit,” you tease nervously, trying to calm yourself as you begin feeling giddy about actually going over to his house.

“Of course I do. But I’m gonna be a gentleman about it, pretty girl. A proper first date, then a dip in the hot tub, and then…we’ll see what happens,” he purrs suggestively, leaning closer to whisper the last bit in your ear.

“It’s not gonna happen, not right away. I need to know you’re serious,” you whisper, looking up at him, moving your hands down to his shoulders.

“Baby, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t seriously willing to see how far we could take this. I want you, but I want all of you. So, we’ll go to my place, I’ll make you the best dinner you’ve ever had, and then I’ll give you a nice massage in the hot tub.” He says, looking down at you with no hint of joking or teasing in his eyes. He sees you nod, giving you a small smile as his hands go from your hips to your waist, squeezing you gently. 

“A massage is not gonna happen, Rocker. I’ll come over, but only for the hot tub,” You tease, running your hands from his shoulders to his chest. Your eyes follow your hands before you look back up at him, face hot as you think about how close he is to you. 

“Just for the hot tub?” He asks, pretending to take offense, leaning away from you. “What about me, sweetheart? Aren’t you coming for me at all?” He teases, cupping your cheek with one hand.

“No, I won’t be coming for you at all,” you tease, biting the inside of your lip, fighting back a smile as he scoffs.

“Oh, really? That’s a shame, I was looking forward to watching you fall apart for me,” he teases, whispering in your ear. You laugh softly, pushing him away as you shake your head.

“Okay, enough. We’re still at work,” you say softly, watching him put his hands up in mock surrender. You turn to grab your bag from your locker, throw it over your shoulder and move to walk past him. “I should go…I’ll see you tonight?” You ask, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“Alright, alright. I’ll let you go. But first,” he says, taking a step to grab your waist, pulling you back towards him, turning you towards him before you collide with his chest. He slips your phone out of your back pocket, turning it to your face so it unlocks, and puts his address in.

“My address,” he explains, turning your phone off and putting it back into your back pocket. “1900? Can’t wait to see you all dressed up for me.” he teases, letting go of your waist. You nod, laughing softly, unable to find any words as you turn towards the door, ready to go home.

You look in the mirror, running a hand down the short blue sundress you decided on. You turn to the side in the mirror, smiling softly as you move your hair over your shoulder. You gotta admit, you looked hot. Even if Rocker wasn’t being completely honest about how much he wanted you, you could humour him for one night. You giggled softly as you thought about it, shaking your head. Maybe you could tease him a little, make sure he was really willing to put in the effort. You grab your purse, making sure your lip gloss was in place before leaving your apartment and making your way to your car.

You pull up to his house, letting out a shaky breath as you turn your car off. You take a moment to calm your nerves before stepping out of the car, making your way up the driveway to his front door. You knock, and he opens the door, letting his eyes trail down your body, eyeing the way your tits spill out of the top of your dress, the way he can see the soft outline of your stomach, the way he can see a small sliver of your thighs peeking out from the bottom of your dress.

“Damn.” He mutters, eyes flicking back up to look you in the eyes.

“What, you’ve never seen a girl in a dress before?” You tease, face growing hot as you clasp your hands behind you, tilting your head to look up at him.

“None that look as good as you do, sweetheart. God, you really are gorgeous. Come on in.” He purrs, standing back from the doorway, grabbing your hand to guide you inside, kissing it softly as you pass him.

You walk in, letting him lead you to the kitchen. You look around the house as you go, smiling at how nice his house is. You were a little surprised, you didn’t think he would know how to decorate a house. He walks into the kitchen, going to grab some wine glasses from the cupboard. Your eyes land on the patio doors, looking outside to see his backyard, illuminated by the outdoor string lights. You smirk at him as he turns around to face you, walking to the patio, opening the door and stepping outside. 

You hear him following behind you, as you look around the backyard, taking in the pool, the hot tub, and the patio furniture nicely set up on the deck. 

“Your house is amazing. But I think the best part is the backyard.” You tease, turning back to look at him, eyes following him as he moves to stand beside you.

“Yeah? You love the hot tub that much?” He teases, watching as your eyes move from him to the hot tub.

“Mhm. I’d love to use it later.” You tease, turning back to look at him, taking a step closer to him. 

“Or we could use it right now.” He says suggestively, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him before moving a hand up to your neck, caressing your jaw.

“I could be persuaded. It would be good to be nice and relaxed before dinner.” You tease, putting your arms around his neck, tilting your head to the side as you look up at him innocently. He looked good, you had to admit, and all you wanted to do was get into that hot tub with him. Especially when he was looking at you like that.

“Don’t tease me,” he murmurs, smirking down at you. “How about I get it ready while you go change, then we can get in and I’ll give you a massage. How does that sound?” He whispers, leaning in closer to you, letting you feel his breath on your neck as your face heats up. 

“That sounds perfect, minus the massage.” you say softly, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“Why’s that?” he teases, kissing your jaw softly, his kisses trailing up to your ear.

“I already told you, nothing’s happening tonight. I don’t think a massage would help with that.” You whisper, letting out a shaky breath as you move your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away slightly as he kisses your jaw.

“But what if I said that it would be completely innocent?” he whispers, his grip on your hips tightening as you push him back. He looks down at you with a smirk as you shake your head.

“I don’t trust that it would stay that way. Especially not with you.” You whisper, running your hands down his chest, looking down at your hands as you fight back a smile.

“Maybe, but can you blame me if my hands wander?” He teases, looking down at your hands on his chest. You giggle softly, shaking your head as you push him away with a little more force.

“Go get the hot tub ready, I’m gonna change.” You say, taking a few steps back.

“Down the hall, on the right,” he says, watching you walk into the house, smirking to himself.

You go to the bathroom, putting on your black bikini before slipping on the oversized t-shirt you brought, letting it slide down your body and coming to a stop just under your butt. You look in the mirror, exhaling nervously before going back out to the patio. You notice Rocker has already changed into his swimsuit as you put your bag down on the patio chair, taking in the sight of his bare torso.

“Oh, my God…you know, you gotta be careful in that shirt.” He says when he sees you, his eyes scanning you up and down as you walk towards him.

“Why’s that?” You tease, looking up at him, clasping your hands behind your back innocently.

“It looks like it would fall right off you, and then it wouldn’t be covering anything. What if I ripped it off of you?” He teases, one hand moving to grab the hem of your shirt, using it to pull you closer.

“You wouldn’t do that. You’re too much of a gentleman, remember?” You say softly, looking down at his hands as he starts to lift the shirt slowly up your torso.

“For you, sweetheart, I’d be anything. But right now, you’re not asking me to be a gentleman.” he purrs, lifting your shirt up over your head. You laugh softly, ducking out of the shirt and quickly slipping into the hot tub.

“You’re a tease, you know that?” he says, slipping into the hot tub behind you. He sits down, humming softly as he leans back against the backrest, closing his eyes. He opens his eyes after a moment, looking over at you with a playful glint in his eyes, “Come here, let me massage you, sweetheart.”

“I already said that it won’t end well,” you tease softly, looking over at him with a hesitant look. 

“Come on, please, “he whispers, holding a hand out to you, “I won’t let my hands wander.”

“You promise?” you ask, slowly grabbing his hand, not making a move from your spot.

“I promise. If my hands wander, you can kick my ass. Deal?” He jokes, pulling you up by your hand to pull you closer.

“Fine,” you giggle, letting him pull you up. You move over to him, standing in between his legs, looking down at him. “But I’m taking you up on that.” You whisper as his hands firmly grab your hips, starting to massage them before moving down to your thighs.

“How’s that sweetheart?” He asks as he keeps massaging up and down your thighs and hips. He looks up your body, eyes stopping on the way your tits sit in your top, groaning quietly.

“This isn’t a normal massage.” you laugh softly, biting the inside of your lip.

“Maybe not. But I’m guessing you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He teases, pulling you closer to him, hands trailing up to your waist, thumbs rubbing over your stomach softly.

“I told you this would be dangerous,” you whisper in a shaky tone, face getting hot as his thumbs trace over the stretch marks on your stomach.

“Yeah? And why’s that, sweetheart?” He challenges. 

You shake your head, fighting back a smile. He knows exactly why; he just wants to hear that it’s affecting you as much as it’s affecting him.

“You know why,” you whisper as he gently guides your hips down, making you straddle his lap.

“Do I? Tell me why, baby.” He purrs softly, trailing his hands up and down your sides before they land on your thighs, gripping them tightly. 

“You know exactly why,” you whisper shakily, hovering over his lap, trying not to give in to him as you keep your arms at your sides, fidgeting with your bikini strings.

“Maybe I do, but I wanna hear you say it.” he whispers, looking up at you, eyes dark.

“Because I’m not ending up in your bed tonight.”

“Is that right?” he smirks, pulling your hips down to sit on his lap fully, tilting his head to the side and giving you a smug look.

“Yes,” you whisper, letting out a shaky breath, feeling your face get hot as you feel him under you, not wanting to get off of him, but knowing you should.

“Is that your final answer? Don’t get me wrong, sweetheart, I’ll respect your boundaries, but it seems like you’re fighting really hard against something you know we both want.” He says softly, starting to guide your hips to grind against him. You let out a shaky breath, nodding as you bite your lip.

“That’s my final answer,” You whisper, letting him continue to guide your hips, moving your hands to his shoulders.

“If you say so…” He whispers, continuing to move your hips, slowly rocking them against his own. At the same time, he gently rolls his hips up, pressing himself against you. A whine escapes your lips as you tilt your head back, hands gripping onto his shoulders tighter.

“Oh, sweetheart, Jesus…” he groans, tightening his grips on your hips as you start moving your hips against his.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whisper, biting the inside of your lip, looking down at him. 

“Then why are you letting me? If this is off limits, why aren’t you stopping me?” He says, smirking as he looks up at you. You look down at him, breath quickening as he keeps moving you against him, trying to get yourself to pull away, but unable tear yourself away from the pleasure growing as you feel his hard length grinding against you.

“That’s it, keep going princess…” he whispers, chuckling softly, rocking your hips harder against him, pushing up against your clit.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, closing your eyes as you tilt your head forward, hands moving to his chest.

“That’s…God, sweetheart. You’re gorgeous…” he groans, biting his lip softly as he watches you finally start to cave.

“Shut up,” you mumble as you look up at him, running your hands down his chest.

“You know I think you’re gorgeous. I’m not gonna stop saying it until you realize it.” He whispers, moving his hands to your ass, squeezing it softly as you continue moving your hips against him.

“You already have me like this, you don’t have to butter me up anymore,” you tease softly, whimpering as his hands move back to your hips, holding you against him as he bucks his hips slightly.

“Buttering you up is part of the fun. Seeing you breathless and desperate is just as nice as seeing you naked.” He says, eyes glancing down to your chest, then down to your stomach, watching the way it moves, before looking back up into your eyes, smirking.

“How would you know? You haven’t seen me naked,” you tease breathlessly, continuing to move your hips against him.

“Does that mean I should ask? I’d be happy to see you naked, sweetheart, but I’m more interested in seeing how you fall apart with your clothes on…” He teases, trailing his hands slowly down your thighs, gripping them tightly as you move your hips. A whimper escapes you as you tilt your head back, moving your hips quicker against him. “That’s what you wanna do, isn’t it? Fall apart on my lap?”

“Shut up,” you whisper, looking down at him, embarrassed, but still moving your hips, desperate for more of the pleasure slowly building in your stomach.

“I don’t think you want that. You love this, I can see how much you love it. You like grinding against my cock, pretty girl?” He says roughly, holding your hips tightly as he rocks you against him. You nod, biting your lip, whimpering slightly.

You keep up your pace as he keeps rubbing against you perfectly, looking down at him as he rolls his hips up into you. He groans at the sight of you, loving the sight of you so desperate for him. He grabs your jaw with one hand, forcefully pulling you in for a kiss, pulling a whine from your lips. He chuckles into the kiss, slowly sliding his tongue into your mouth. He continues to kiss you with a hand on your neck, the only sounds surrounding you two being the soft hum of the hot tub jets and the moans escaping your mouths.

“You close baby? Are you gonna fall apart for me?” He whispers, a smug smirk on his face as he pulls back from your lips, noticing the way your hips start bucking gently. You nod, looking up at him with hooded eyes, moving your hips against him desperately. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for me. Go on, baby,” he groans, watching as you tilt your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as you let go. Watching the way you squirm for him sends him over the edge. He moans your name as he cums, bucking his hips up against yours as you feel him twitch beneath you.

You breathe heavily as you open your eyes, resting your forehead on his shoulder, slowing your hips until they stop, resting against him. You sit for a moment, trying to catch your breath as his hands slowly trail up and down your back.

“That’s why I didn’t want a massage,” you whisper, laughing softly. He chuckles, slowly trailing his hands from your back down to your hips, then to your thighs, holding them gently.

“But I got a front row seat to this, watching you fall apart. So good for me,” he teases, gently grabbing your chin, forcing you to look back up at him. You purse your lips as you fight back a smile, covering your face with your hands, slightly embarrassed about how quickly you folded. You told yourself this wasn’t going to happen, and you caved the first time he touched you. 

He grabs your wrists, gently pulling them from your face, looking up at you with a smirk. 

“Don’t shy away from my now, sweetheart. You didn’t have a problem cumming on my lap a second ago,” he teases, holding your wrists in one hand as he gently caresses the side of your face. 

“I shouldn’t have done that,” you whisper, biting your lip as you avert your gaze.

“Oh, sweetheart, if you truly believed that, you wouldn’t have gotten on my lap to begin with…” he teases, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him again.

“This can’t happen again,” you whisper, starting to raise your hips off of his. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this, you wanted to make him work for it, but one look was all it took. He knew exactly what to do. You were a goner the first time he looked at you with that look in his eyes.

“Oh, baby,” he whispers, pulling your hips back down, forcing you to stay seated on his lap, “you can tell me you don’t want to do this all you like, but your body betrays you.” He smirks, slowly starting to move your hips against him again. You whimper softly, still sensitive, biting your lip as you look down at him.

“I don’t wanna be just another woman you’ve slept with,” you say softly, looking down at him.

“You would never be, sweetheart. You’re not gonna be just another notch in my belt, baby,” he whispers, slowing your hip movements against him as he looks up at you with soft eyes.

“You didn’t even have to cook me dinner first…you probably think I’m easy…” you mumble in a slightly teasing tone, looking down, embarrassed.

“Easy doesn’t begin to cover it, you’ve just been sitting in my lap, grinding on me like you’re going for the gold,” he teases, looking up at you, gently moving his hands up your sides in a calming motion. You groan, hitting his chest softly as you look up at him.

“I’m being serious…” you whisper, fighting back a smile as you look up at him with narrowed eyes.

“So am I, baby. You’re not just another girl. I wouldn’t have put in the amount of effort I did to get you like this if I just wanted to use you.” He whispers in a teasing tone, putting his hand on your cheek, running his thumb along it gently.

“You barely had to put in any effort, all you did was invite me over. And offer me a massage,” you whisper, unable to help leaning into his touch slightly, biting the inside of your lip.

“Sweetheart,” he says, sighing, the teasing tone gone from his voice as he looks up at you softly, “I’ve been flirting with you for months, making it clear that I like you, that I want you. It’s been you brushing me off. Did you really not know I was interested until today? He asks, surprised, still rubbing his thumb against your cheek with one hand, holding your hip with the other. 

“You’ve been flirting for months?” you ask, in disbelief, looking up at him with wide eyes. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Baby, I’ve been flirting with you pretty relentlessly. Do you really not remember me bringing you coffee? Or lunch? Or just me flirting with you daily? Telling you how pretty you look?” He says, tilting his head to the side as he looks up at you.

“I thought you were kidding…” you whisper, looking down, fighting back a smile as you feel your face get hot.

“Did you also think that I brought you coffee and lunch for no reason? Baby, I flirt with you almost every day. You always gave me these little smiles, and shy looks, like you wanted me just as bad, but you didn’t wanna give in…you’ve been driving me crazy for months.” He teases, leaning in to kiss your jaw softly before looking back up at you, smirking.

“I just thought you were being nice…” you whisper, smiling softly, looking back up to meet his eyes, giggling softly as it sinks in that he was flirting with you the whole time, it wasn’t just something you were imagining. 

“Being nice? You thought me doing things for you and flirting with you was just me being nice? Are you joking?” He teases, moving his hands down to your waist, tickling it softly. You giggle, squirming in his touch. You sigh as his fingers stop tickling your sides, shrugging sheepishly as you lean against his chest, smiling.

“I’m sorry you had to try so hard,” you whisper, your cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat against your ear. 

“Trust me, it wasn’t a hardship. It was well worth every moment just to get you like this…all whiny and needy in my lap,” he teases, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“I’m not needy…” you argue as you lean back, looking up at him, crossing your arms over your chest, fighting back a smile.

“Baby,” he purrs, looking up at you with a playful glint in his eyes, cupping your cheek with his hand, “you’re in my lap, pretty girl. You were just shaking for me, grinding against me, moaning for me…” he teases, running his hand down your neck slowly, down to your waist. You roll your eyes as you laugh softly.

“So, you’re not affected by this too?” You tease back, looking up at him innocently, lightly starting to rock your hips against his lap, moving your hands to his shoulders again.

“Oh, I’m affected, pretty girl. You can feel exactly what you do to me,” he whispers, pushing his hips up against you, letting you feel his hard length against your clothed core. 

“It would be nice if you looked as desperate as I do…” you whisper, face hot, slightly embarrassed. Despite this, you continue moving your hips harder against him, loving the way he feels against you.

“Baby, if I wasn’t holding back right now, I’d be ripping off that little bathing suit of yours,” he growls softly, beginning to guide your hips against him again, moving his hips up against yours so you can feel the way he’s straining against his shorts. “But as good as that sounds, I want you to feel like I’ve done enough to earn it.”

You whine softly as he rubs against your core, biting your lip. He’s too good with his words. You look up at him with a desperate look in your eyes, tilting your head to the side. 

“Take me upstairs, please?”

He grins up at you, squeezing your hips tightly, “are you sure?” he asks softly, tensing under you, ready to pick you up and carry you upstairs. You nod, smiling as you bite your lip, breathing out a soft yes. That’s all it takes for him to push you off his lap, getting out of the hot tub quickly, turning to grab your hands, pulling you out of the hot tub. Once you’re out of the hot tub he grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you up easily, pulling a surprised squeal from your lips. You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck, tightening your legs around his waist as he turns, quickly walking to the patio door, ready to see the way you look sprawled out on his bed.

part 2

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achilles-rage's twelve days of christmas

day two: baby, it's cold outside (ft. donovan rocker)

summary: after spending the week in a cabin with a group of friends, you and rocker get snowed in.

word count: 5.3k

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a/n: this sorta got away from me lol. usually my fics end up being around 2-3k words so idk how this happened. also i don't love how this ended, but it was like 3am when i was finishing it and i was exhausted lol. anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: smut, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

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You really, truly, hadn’t meant to put yourself in this situation, as much as it makes butterflies swarm in your belly.

For the holidays, you and some friends decided to rent a cabin in Northern California. It ended up being an odd mismatch of people going, since many of your friends were visiting family for most of December. You ended up with your best friend, her boyfriend, your two good friends that you met through your best friend, and one of her boyfriend’s friends, who you just happened to work with.

You haven’t spoken much to Rocker, but that didn’t stop all of you from enjoying your week; going skiing, taking walks in the forest around the cabin, and spending evenings in the hot tub on the back deck with festive cocktails that your friend found the recipe for online.

Honestly, Rocker was glad to be invited. Even more so when he came out onto the back deck the first night and saw you wearing your black bikini. His mouth went dry as he took in all of your dips and curves that were on display for his eyes, and as he lowered himself into the hot tub, he was extremely glad that you and your best friend were in the middle of loudly telling a story and no one was paying attention to him. 

If anyone were to tear their eyes away from your and your best friend talking over each other and cutting each other off in a fit of drunken giggles, they would’ve seen the very obvious bulge in his swim trunks, and he doesn’t think he’d be able to simply explain his situation away.

Each night when everyone ended the day in the hot tub, he couldn’t help that his eyes were glued to you. 

Glued to the way your tits sat in your bikini. 

Glued to the way your tummy moved when you laughed, or when you leaned over him to grab your phone sitting on your towel beside him. 

Glued to the way your eyes lit up when you told a story, or the way you looked so excited to be with people that you loved.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

It’s one thing to see you at work, dressed in your work appropriate outfits and acting like a put together professional. But it’s a complete other thing to see you like this.

Even so, he didn’t talk to you more than he had to. He had to keep it friendly enough that you wouldn’t think he disliked you, but professional enough that it wouldn’t make things awkward at work, which was proving difficult. All he wanted to do when he talked to you was make you smile and laugh, and to tell you how gorgeous you were, but he knew he couldn’t.

When the last night of your trip finally comes and goes, your best friend, her boyfriend, and your two other friends leave early in the morning, having to drive further to get to their families for Christmas. You, however, decide to sleep in. Your checkout time isn’t until 2:00 anyway, so you decide that it wouldn’t hurt to stay in your big, warm bed just a little bit longer. 

It only becomes a problem when you go downstairs to make yourself some coffee and see the flurry of snow outside the windows.

Your footsteps halt as you look out the sliding door to the back deck, seeing that there’s at least a foot of snow on the ground already, and it doesn’t look like the snow is stopping anytime soon. Shit, you think, what the hell are you gonna do now? Your car most definitely cannot get through all that snow, and everyone has already left.

You continue to the kitchen to make your coffee, knowing that there’s no point in panicking. Surely the owner of the cabin will understand that you have no way of leaving. And either way, you remember them saying that there was no other booking for the cabin for another few days when you first got here, anyway.

As you begin walking over to the couch from the kitchen, walking carefully with the steaming mug between your hands in a desperate attempt to warm yourself up, the door opens with a slam. You jump slightly, causing a few drops of coffee to spill over the rim of the mug and onto the hardwood floor.

“I thought you already left.” is all you say when you look up to see Rocker in the doorway, completely covered in snow.

“Wanted to take a hike before I left. Didn’t see snow in the forecast.” he grumbles as he begins to wipe the snow from his coat while stomping his feet on the doormat.

When he finally looks up from his feet, barely worried about the puddle now accumulating on the floor beneath him, he sees you in your tank top and sleep shorts, and he has to fight back a groan.

His eyes trail down your body once, only once, he makes sure of it, and then he strips off his coat, hat, gloves, and boots. His jeans are completely covered in snow, which is now sticking to the fabric as it begins to melt, and you feel yourself shiver as you take in his appearance.

“I guess we’re stuck here for a while.” you say in a timid voice, that fact just now registering in your brain as you stare at him. 

You’ve always thought he was attractive; from the moment you saw him at work you thought so. You couldn’t do anything about it, though, obviously. Neither of you were the other’s superior or anything, but if you even tried to flirt with him and things went wrong, it would just make things weird. And either way, you’re not sure he even likes you, not even as a friend. 

Sure, you spent the week together, but this was with a group of mutual friends, and you barely spoke to each other one on one. 

“I guess so.” is all he can bring himself to say. The thought of being here alone with you has his stomach in knots, and he can already tell that this is going to test his willpower. Even now, cold to the bone and face bright red from the cold wind, all he wants to do is feel your soft body against his, feel his lips on your skin.

With nothing more than a mumble about going to take a shower, he’s gone. You only snap out of your daze when he’s up the stairs and out of sight. You lick your lips, trying to calm your racing heart as the panic begins to settle in. 

You’re stuck in the middle of the woods, in a cabin that you don’t own, and with quite possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever met. What could go wrong?

You blink a few times, then remember the coffee you just spilled on the floor, and turn back towards the kitchen to get a paper towel. Once you’re finished with that, you head upstairs to change, figuring it would probably be better to actually be wearing a bra the next time you see Rocker. 

When he finally comes out of the bathroom and downstairs to the living room, you’re curled up on the couch in black leggings and a white cable knit sweater, absentmindedly reading the book you brought, but hadn’t actually had the time to pick up until now. 

“Made you a coffee. Figured you’d need it.” you tell him when he sits down on the other end of the couch. He lets out a soft sigh as he settles on the couch, giving you a small smile at your words.

“You didn’t have to-” he trails off, but leans forward to pick up the mug anyway. He can feel the coffee warm him up as soon as he takes a sip, but he’s sure that what actually makes his skin feel hot is that you thought to do this for him.

“You looked like you needed it. I’m surprised you made it back in one piece through all that snow.” you reply, and he grunts, a scowl making its way onto his face as he remembers the numbing cold he experienced when it started to snow at the furthest part of his hike.

“What are you still doing here? I thought everyone was leaving early?” he asks, turning to angle his body towards your side of the couch.

You shake your head, closing your book and setting it down in your lap. It’s not like you were really reading it anyway.

“Wanted to sleep in. Didn’t have anywhere to go, so I thought I’d take advantage of having the place to myself.” you tell him with a shrug, and he nods, humming softly.

“Sorry,” he says, and you furrow your brows, confused. “For ruining your alone time.” You smile at the sentiment, shaking your head quickly. 

“No, don’t worry about it. I’m glad I’m not here alone.” you reassure him, and he feels heat rush to his cheeks at the way you’re looking at him. He feels his heart racing at having your attention on him, and he barely knows what to do. He’s never felt like this before around a woman.

“Well, I’m gonna go see what we’ve got left in the kitchen. Let you get back to your book.” he says after a moment of silence. You nod, giving him a smile. 

You want to tell him no, that you want him to stay right where he is, but you don’t. All you do is pick your book back up, not looking away from him until he’s up from the couch and his back is towards you as he makes his way to the kitchen.

The next few hours pass by in silence, for the most part. When Rocker’s done in the kitchen, he goes up to his room to grab his own book, then settles in his spot on the couch again. 

As you both get entranced in your books, the silence is hardly awkward. It’s comfortable. It’s not until it’s almost dark outside that you’re torn from your book, feeling the couch shift under you as Rocker stands up.

“You getting hungry? I found some cans of soup in the kitchen.” he asks. You lower your book, then move to stand, but he stops you before you can.

“That’s okay, you stay here. I’ll make it.” he tells you, holding a hand out. “Tomato or chicken noodle?” 

“Chicken noodle, obviously.” you say, and he chuckles softly before nodding. 

You let out a sigh when he goes to the kitchen, listening to the banging of pots and pans moving as you look out the window, just barely able to see the snowflakes falling as the sun falls below the horizon.

When the soup is done, he brings both bowls over to the couch, and you turn on the TV so you don’t have to sit in silence. When the TV hums to life, a Christmas movie is just starting, so you leave it on whatever channel it’s on. 

When you’re both almost done with your bowls, the lights flicker a few times, then go out completely, leaving you both in complete darkness. All that’s heard is the clanking of bowls hitting the coffee table in front of you before both of your phone flashlights turn on, illuminating the room in an eerie glow as panic begins to set into your body.

Rocker can immediately tell that you’re on edge, and he scoots closer to you, looking at you with a soft gaze.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just the storm. I’m sure it’ll be back on soon.” he says in an attempt to calm you, but the wheels in your head are already turning as you look around the now suddenly too big cabin you’re in. This feels like the set of a horror movie. 

“We’re gonna freeze in here.” is all you say. You know it would be silly to actually voice the thoughts at the forefront of your brain; that a murderer is probably outside the cabin with an axe and a sinister smile on his face as he realizes he was successful at cutting the power.

“We’re not gonna freeze. It’ll take a while for it to actually get cold in here. And, we have a fireplace.” he says in a soothing voice, motioning to the beautiful brick fireplace that the TV is sitting on. You nod slowly as your eyes move over to the fireplace; your grip painfully tight on your phone. You should’ve charged it earlier, you think.

“Hey, you never told me how that story ended.” he says after a moment, watching your eyes dart from the windows lining the back wall of the house, to the fireplace, to the front door.

“What?” you ask in a slight daze, your gaze finally darting over to meet his. He repeats his sentence, and when you stare blankly at him, he clarifies.

“The story you told last night, about when you and Carter went on your road trip.” 

You can’t help but smile at the thought, a silent laugh escaping your throat. After you finished college, you and your best friend went on a road trip to celebrate, and last night in the hot tub, you both drunkenly tried to tell the story of when you stayed the night in Yosemite, but got distracted before you could finish it.

“Well, we got there at, like, one in the morning, so we obviously didn’t want to set up the tent. We slept in the car, but it got so hot that Carter rolled down the windows, but just a little bit, because of the bears.” you begin with a fond smile, a faraway look in your eyes as you recount the memory.

“I was passed out during the whole thing, but when I woke up, she was laying half out of the car, the back door wide open and her feet propped up on the seat. When we woke up, our whole bodies hurt from sleeping in the car, so we didn’t even hike or anything, we just sat in silence at the campsite. No tent or anything set up, just two lawn chairs out, because we were so cranky.” you finish, laughing softly. 

You finally focus on him again when you hear his chuckle, and when your eyes lock, he lets out a sigh of relief. You seem to be calming down, which he’s thankful for. 

“I thought Carter said that you were the one that slept outside of the car.” he teases after a moment, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“She’s a dirty little liar.” you reply with a laugh, which makes him laugh again.

You talk for about an hour, bringing up old stories, and anything else that happens to come up, when a shiver rips through your body. The house is getting cold without heat, and even with your thick sweater on and the blanket over your lap, you still feel the cold settling into your bones.

“Are you cold?” Rocker asks, his brows furrowing in concern. He doesn’t give you the time to answer, though, before he’s up and over to the fireplace, quickly working to get the fire started.

“Now I’m really glad you’re here. I’d definitely freeze if it was just me.” you say as you watch him. Your eyes focus on his broad shoulders, and you almost can’t believe that you can still see the outline of muscle even through his sweater as his body moves. 

You’ve seen him in tight shirts at work, of course, which is hard enough, but now, you can’t tear your eyes away from him. He just looks so soft. You can still see the firmness of his muscles, but with his sweater paired with seeing him in such a domestic setting, you think your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

You feel the flash of heat immediately when the spark of fire lights up the room, and you finally turn off your phone flashlight as the glow gets brighter.

You continue to talk until well into the night, and the gap between you two gets smaller and smaller as the time goes on. It’s not until you’re slumped against the back of the couch, eyelids threatening to fall shut that Rocker notices just how tired he is as well. 

He barely even noticed as he spoke to you, eyes locked on yours as he takes in the soft look on your face, and how adorable you look curled up on the couch beside him. If he was sure you felt the same about him, he would’ve pulled you into his arms hours ago and let you nuzzle into his chest to keep you warm.

“We should probably go to bed. Maybe the power will be back on in the morning, or the road will be cleared.” You nod with a quiet sigh. You really don’t want to go to bed. Mostly because you’d have to get out from under the blanket and go upstairs; you’re already cold enough sitting in front of the fire, but also because you don’t want to be any further away from him than how close you are now. 

His leg is touching yours ever so slightly, and one of his arms is draped over the back of the couch, his fingertips so close to touching the fabric of your sweater.

“We should sleep down here. It’s probably freezing upstairs.” he speaks again when you don’t respond. Your face brightens at the idea, but then almost immediately, your heart rate quickens at the idea of sleeping in here with him. 

You reach down to grab your phone, but your hand brushes his on the way to it, and he practically hisses as he feels your fingertips along the back of his hand.

“You’re freezing.” he says, his eyes wide as his eyes move up to meet yours. You shrug, pursing your lips slightly.

“It’s freezing in here.” you reply, and he huffs. He hates the idea of you being uncomfortable, and he wants more than anything to be able to fix it.

“How about we drag a mattress down here, set it up right in front of the fire. That should keep us warm.” Your throat goes dry at the idea. You immediately pick up on the fact that he says us and not you. Is he implying that you’re both going to sleep on the mattress?

“Okay.” you murmur after a moment, realizing that you’ve taken a second too long to reply. You give him a smile before you both stand up and make your way up to your rooms. You change into sweatpants and a hoodie, then make your way down the stairs with a few blankets and pillows from your own bed.

He’s already downstairs, his mattress, blankets, and pillows already all set up. You throw your blankets down on the foot of the bed, then settle in beside him, inviting the all-consuming smell of him filling your nostrils. 

Once you both have the blankets up to your hips, you both work to layer your blankets on top of his before lying down and pulling the blankets up to your chins, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes past your lips at the sight of all of the blankets covering your legs. 

You lay in silence for a few moments, and you’re still practically shivering, even under your mountain of blankets.

“Are you still cold?” Rocker asks, his voice cutting through the silence and snapping you out of your own head. 

Your head turns to face him, and you nod slightly, the tip of your nose and your fingers and toes ice cold.

“Come here.” is all he says, and you swallow, eyes darting down to the way he opens his arms and rolls over onto his side. 

You bite your lip as you turn around and move to press up against his chest. You let out a content sigh when you feel his warmth radiating through the fabric of both of your hoodies, heating you up back to front as his arm wraps around your plush middle and pulls your back flush against his chest.

“If I knew all it took was getting snowed in in a cabin to get you in my arms, I would’ve booked this trip a long time ago.” he says after a minute or two. His eyes widen slightly when he realizes what the hell he just said. He’s not sure if it’s the cold, or how good it feels to have you pressed up against him, but his whole body goes tense, waiting for your reaction.

“What?” you ask softly, your brows furrowing together. You don’t dare to turn back around, you’re afraid that if you do, he’ll see the slight upward turn of your lips.

“What, you didn’t think that I’ve been dying to get you like this? That I want you so bad it makes me look stupid?” he continues, having heard the hint of happiness in your voice. It’s now or never, he thinks.

“I don’t know, I just didn’t think you liked me.” It’s true; all week he hadn’t bothered to speak to you much, and there were times today where he was just so goddamn nervous to talk to you that he could barely look at you. You didn’t see the nervousness though; he hid it well. Instead, you took it as disinterest.

“Didn’t like you? Sweetheart, if it was up to me, you’d already be mine.” he says, his voice full of disbelief as he raises up onto his elbow, forcing you to turn your upper body until your back hits the mattress, letting him look into your eyes.

“Yeah?” you whisper breathlessly, feeling like you just got the wind knocked out of you. You can see the way his eyes gleam in the soft glow of the fireplace, the way it highlights his jawline and the furrow of his brows, and all you want to do is kiss him.

“Yeah.” he replies in the same tone, and before you know it, his lips are on yours. 

The kiss starts out slow, as if he’s afraid you’ll pull away, but when you don’t, he lets the hand that was previously draped over your soft tummy grab your jaw, kissing you deeper.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as his tongue licks into your mouth, and you feel dizzy when he tilts your head up into the kiss just slightly.

“God, you’re beautiful.” he whispers against your lips, and you hum softly, your frigid hands now holding onto his face. 

While one arm holds himself up, the other hand that’s holding your jaw trails down your body until it gets to the waistband of your sweatpants. His fingers dance along the waistband while he continues to kiss you greedily, and when he pulls back for a second to gauge your reaction, all you can muster is a desperate “please.”

He wastes no time, and dips his fingers under your sweatpants and panties, moving down to your dripping core. You whimper as his fingers glide across your wet folds, and his takes this time to attach his lips to your neck, making you tilt your head back. 

You bite your lip as he pushes two fingers into you, moving achingly slow as he feels you stretch around his fingers. He pulls back from your neck and looks into your eyes, his eyes full of lust and pupils blown.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart.” he tells you when he sees you biting your lip, increasing the pace of his fingers without warning. Your entire body feels hot as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing lazy circles over the sensitive bud, and you moan, bucking your hips against his hand.

He continues to kiss and nip at your neck, teeth digging into the flesh, and tongue moving across spots in an attempt to soothe your skin as he continues to move his fingers in and out of you quicker. You mewl loudly, however, when he curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside you that has your toes curling.

“Donovan.” you whisper breathlessly as you arch your back, feeling yourself approaching the edge. He leans back from your neck to look into your eyes, continuing to circle your puffy clit with his thumb as his two fingers continue to curl up against you.

“Cum for me, baby.” he whispers, and after a few moments, you’re cumming, clenching around his fingers as you moan loudly.

You watch with hooded eyes as he pulls his fingers away from your pulsing cunt, then raises them to his mouth and licks them clean. You swallow, chest heaving as he sucks your juices from his skin, making sure to get everything he can.

“You taste so good, sweetheart. If I wouldn’t suffocate under all those blankets, I’d make you cum on my tongue before I fuck you.” he practically growls, and you can’t stop the quiet laugh from escaping your lips.

“Next time.” is all you say before you bring your lips to his again, moaning when you taste your sweetness on his tongue. 

You both work to get your sweatpants off, the fabric catching on the bedsheets and blankets as you try to kick them off. When you finally get them off, your hands are back on his cheeks again, kissing him sloppily.

Suddenly, you’re overwhelmed by your need for him, your desperation for him. You can’t wait any longer, and in one swift movement, you’re pushing him onto his back and straddling his lap.

He lets out a huff of surprise, but he welcomes your weight on him, his hands immediately going to your hips as you begin to grind against his lap. You can feel his hard cock against your clit as you grind against him, and you can’t take it anymore. 

You lift your hips off him just enough to take him out of his sweatpants, and when you do, you lower onto him without warning, mewling as you adjust to his size. 

He’s sure he’s never felt anything so good, so heavenly, as you sink onto him, your walls clenching around him as he grips your thighs tightly. When you begin to move, he has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, knowing that if he doesn’t pull it together, that he’s going to cum too soon. 

When you begin to bounce on his cock, his hands move up and claw at your hoodie, desperate to see your soft tummy and your tits bounce with each movement. 

You reach down to the hem of your hoodie and pull it off in one swift motion, giggling breathlessly as his hands immediately move to the clasp of your bra. You let him slide the straps down your arms when it’s unclasped, and he groans when he sees your bare tits spring free.

Once you’re completely bare, you reach down and try to push his hoodie up his torso, and he takes the hint, lifting his back off the bed slightly to pull it off and throw it somewhere to be found later.

You continue to sink down onto his cock, momentarily moving in unrhythmic bounces as you reach behind you and pull the blankets up to rest against your back. It’s still cold in here, as much as he is lighting a fire inside of you.

You lean forward, your hands falling on either side of his head to keep the blanket up over you, and Rocker thinks he’s died and gone to heaven as he watches your face twist in pleasure.

“So good for me, baby. Keeping bouncing on my cock.” he purrs, and you moan as his hands move up to cup and squeeze your breasts.

“Feel so good.” you murmur as you continue to move against him, switching between moving up and down on his cock, and grinding against his lap. He moves his hands back down to your thighs, squeezing the supple flesh hard, and he raises his mouth up to one of your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the bud. 

You whimper loudly as he licks and sucks on your breast, leaving bite marks and dark spots in his wake before switching to the other one. 

He can feel your movements become sloppy, and he knows you’re getting close to the edge again. He lowers his head back to the pillow, and his fingers move up from your thighs to your hips before he grips them tightly and bucks his hips up against yours. 

He feels impossibly deeper with each thrust, and you can feel your legs starting to shake as you get dangerously close to the edge. It’s only when you feel his cock twitching that you know he’s close too.

“You want me to cum inside you, pretty girl? Fill you up?” he rasps, and all you can do is nod, moaning loudly. You look deep into each other's eyes as you both breathe heavily, both desperately chasing your highs, and in a few more thrusts, Rocker’s balls tighten, and he lets go with a loud groan. 

You feel his cum painting the inside of your cunt, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge as well, body going taut as you clench around his cock.

You practically collapse onto his chest, cheek pressed against his hot skin as you come down from your highs. You can feel him softening inside you, and your mixed releases dripping out of your fucked out cunt, but you can’t bring yourself to care. One of his hands is rubbing your back absentmindedly while the other holds your thigh, and your body feels so warm now that you’re pressed against him like this. 

After a few minutes, your breathing is back to normal, and you finally lift yourself off of him, whining softly as you clench around nothing. 

Then, you move to lay in front of him again, letting him pull your back against his chest as he presses a chaste kiss to the back of your neck.

“You’re so good, baby. Love having you like this.” he whispers in your ear, and you feel yourself shiver when his hot breath hits your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“And all it took was a snow storm.” you joke softly as your eyelids become heavy. You feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles quietly, then he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“You warming up now?” he asks as your hand comes up to rest against his, the one holding your soft tummy, and it’s not ice cold. You nod, smiling softly as your eyes flutter closed.

“Good. Go to sleep, baby.” he says, and you nod again, humming softly.

It doesn’t take either of you long to fall asleep, and when you wake up in the morning to see that the power is back on, you’re both a little disappointed. You still stay in bed for a while, however, limbs entangled with each other’s and lips finding the other’s as you talk in whispered tones, afraid that if you talk any louder, you’ll disturb the atmosphere you’ve created just by being together.

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achilles-rage's twelve days of christmas

last updated: 12/21/24

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series summary: twelve oneshots about spending the holidays with evan buckley, eddie diaz, maddie buckley, and donovan rocker.

day one: it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas

decorating with evan buckley and your daughter

day two: baby, it’s cold outside ❆

getting snowed in with donovan rocker

day three: christmas and you

watching hallmark movies with eddie diaz

day four: you're all i want for christmas

spending the day at a christmas market with maddie buckley

day five: mistletoe

standing underneath the mistletoe with evan buckley

day six: underneath the tree

playing secret santa at work with donovan rocker

day seven: santa tell me

going to a work christmas party with eddie diaz

day eight: the man with the bag ❆

playing santa with evan buckley

day nine: there is no place like home for the holidays

your first christmas with maddie buckley

day ten: sleigh ride

participating in a decorating competition with donovan rocker

day eleven: wrapped in red ❆

surprising eddie diaz with a special gift

day twelve: have yourself a merry little christmas

spending christmas eve with evan buckley

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achilles-rage's twelve days of christmas

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i am so so so excited to be participating in the twelve days of christmas this year!! i've decided to include fics for evan buckley, eddie diaz, maddie buckley, and donovan rocker!

you can find the christmas prompts for each fic below, and starting december 1st, a fic will be posted every other day (except for the last two fics, which will be posted two days apart)!

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day one: it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas

decorating with evan buckley and your daughter

day two: baby, it’s cold outside

getting snowed in with donovan rocker

day three: christmas and you

watching hallmark movies with eddie diaz

day four: you're all i want for christmas

spending the day at a christmas market with maddie buckley

day five: mistletoe

standing underneath the mistletoe with evan buckley

day six: underneath the tree

playing secret santa at work with donovan rocker

day seven: santa tell me

going to a work christmas party with eddie diaz

day eight: the man with the bag

playing santa with evan buckley

day nine: there is no place like home (for the holidays)

your first christmas with maddie buckley

day ten: sleigh ride

participating in a decorating competition with donovan rocker

day eleven: wrapped in red

surprising eddie diaz with a special gift

day twelve: have yourself a merry little christmas

spending christmas eve with evan buckley

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you guys this is so self indulgent and different than what i usually write but it had to be done and i blame my current cod hyperfixation for this<3

imagine your boyfriend rocker chasing you through the woods😵‍💫

you feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest as you race through the trees, hearing nothing but the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears and the snaps of twigs under your bare feet. your path is illuminated only by the almost-full moon, and while you’re thankful for the soft light that allows you to see where you’re going, you also know that it means he can see you as well.

you know he’s a better runner than you are; you’ve never been very quick, but the adrenaline pumping through your body allows you to keep running through the night. the bottom of your feet are sore, and you feel the stray branches slice against your bare legs as you run deeper into the woods, but you don’t stop.

“i’m gonna find you, sweetheart. there’s no point in running.” his voice echoes through the warm breeze and into your ears. you look behind you, trying to see if he’s finally found you, but you don’t see him. once you turn back around, you hear his heavy footsteps not too far from where you are, and you have to fight back a noise of both fear and excitement.

it’s always been a fantasy of yours; to be chased through the woods like prey. you’re not sure what it is about the idea, but it makes desire course through you and your skin erupt in goosebumps. rocker had found out one day when you were reading a book in bed. he saw how enthralled you were with the chapter you were currently reading, how your thighs squeezed together every so often, so he decided to pick up the book the next morning when you were getting ready for work. 

he was intrigued by the idea, and he sort of liked the idea of having to catch you in order to have his way with you, so he approached you one day and asked you about it. you were embarrassed at first, but once he had finally calmed you down and told you that he was interested, you let your guard down and agreed to let him chase you through the woods on his family’s property. he had told his parents that you two were just going camping for the weekend, and it was far enough from the house that no one would know the difference anyway.

you finally duck behind a tree, breathing heavily as you press your back tightly against the trunk. you’re only wearing a short nightdress, and the thin white fabric isn’t doing much to protect your soft skin from the harsh tree bark, but you kept your back firmly in place as if you’ll sink right into the tree and your hiding place will not be found by him.

you hear his footsteps get closer, his loud pants being carried through the air, making you shiver. you can hear the branches snapping under his boots, and you bite your lip in an attempt to quiet your breathing. you think about the harsh contrast of his tight t-shirt, cargo pants, and boots versus your flimsy white nightdress and you feel your desire pooling between your legs. at this moment, you’re not sure if you’d rather be caught or keep running, chasing the adrenaline high you’re feeling.

“i thought you’d be better than this, sweetheart. i’m getting close, aren’t i? i can hear your breathing.” he teases in a dark tone, slowing his pace as he gets closer to the sound of your breaths to quiet his steps. you put a hand over your mouth to stifle your breathing, your lungs burning as you struggle to give them some much needed air. you also feel your inner thighs starting to burn, having nothing to stop the chafing between your thick thighs, but the pain almost fades to nothing as you feel your arousal soaking through your panties.

you’re so focused on slowing your breathing that you barely hear him round the tree and grab your wide hips, holding you against the tree with a low growl before you have time to react.

“i’ve caught my prey. now you know what i get to do?” he purrs, his face just inches from yours. you look up at him with wide eyes, still breathing heavily as he presses himself against you. 

“what?” you get out, whimpering softly as you feel him roll his hips against yours ever so slightly, his hardening length pushing against your soft tummy. he smirks at your innocent little answer, leaning down further to whisper in your ear.

“whatever i want, princess. you get to be my pretty little toy.” he whispers before nibbling at your ear gently. you tilt your head back instinctively, letting out a shaky breath.

“you like the sound of that, sweetheart? you like the idea of being my little toy? being used by me?” you whimper at his words, arching your back into him as you nod eagerly.

“please.” you whisper, your voice barely audible. he smirks down at you darkly, one hand reaching up to run down your cheek.

“you want me to use you, pretty girl? is that what you want?” you nod again, whimpering as you try to move your hips against his, desperate for friction against your dripping core. he hums softly at your reaction, putting his hand back on your hip and tightening his grip, stopping you from moving against him.

“get on your knees, sweetheart. now.”

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teasing the vibes of the older neighbour!donovan rocker drabble series i’m working on because 🦋🦋

when you move back to your parents house for the summer during college, you meet your handsome older neighbour. and he just can’t seem to keep his eyes off of the sweet, pretty daughter of his good friend; your father. it’s going to be a long summer if he keeps having to see you in your pretty pink dresses, but not being able to do anything about it.

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achilles-rage’s twelve days of christmas

day six: underneath the tree (ft. donovan rocker)

summary: after planning a game of secret santa at work, you desperately try to find out who has your name, and rocker, your secret santa, is determined to have you not find out.

word count: 3.2k

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a/n: twelve days of christmas is half over??? i just started it??? i’m gonna miss this series, christmas is my absolute most favourite time of year, and these fics make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside lol. anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: none, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

“Everyone take one! Limit is $20, and we’ll be exchanging the week before Christmas!” you say loudly as you walk around S.W.A.T headquarters. You hold out the large bowl you’re holding to everyone you pass, making sure they pick out a name for secret Santa.

You love Christmas, and since you started working as a tech analyst for S.W.A.T, you decided to pool everyone’s names together rather than each team doing their own secret Santa. Not only does it make sure everyone knows each other at headquarters, it’s also a little fun to see everyone’s stress when they get the name of someone they don’t know that well.

You know everyone at work; you sort of have to when you’re helping with every team in the building, and it helps that you do extremely good work, so everyone seeks you out when they need something on the tech end of their cases.

The only downside to your plan to bring holiday cheer: you hate surprises.

Your last two Chriastmases at S.W.A.T consisted of you tracking down the person who got your name to make sure you knew what sort of thing they would get you and how exactly to react when you opened it. You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions, and you’d never want to react poorly to a gift someone got just for you.

This year, however, the person who picked your name out of the bowl is set on you not finding out.

Rocker had seen firsthand how you managed to sweet talk your way into finding out who your secret Santa was, and he’s determined to make sure your gift was a complete surprise to you when he sees you open it.

“I can’t believe you set up a secret Santa, just to turn around and ruin the fun.” was what he said when he first saw you track down Chris as your secret Santa. He was met with a shrug, and a simple “it’s the thought that counts.”

You’ve been close with Rocker ever since you started as a tech analyst, growing close as Rocker kept coming to you for help on cases and you kept helping him track down his suspects.

What you never seem to realize is that Rocker always comes to you because he likes you. You’re gorgeous, obviously, and smart, but you’re also funny, and kind, and he loves every little quirk that he finds out about as time goes on. Except this one, sort of.

It’s cute that you want to figure out who your secret Santa is, cute in a backwards sort of way because you’re only thinking about the other person’s feelings. But this year, since it’s only his feelings that could be hurt, and he’s sure he wouldn’t give you that horrible of a present anyway, he’s going to have fun watching you stress about not knowing who your secret Santa is.

“So, who did you get?” you ask Rocker when he pulls the scrap of paper from the bowl. He smirks when he reads it, then looks up at you with a raised brow, shaking his head immediately.

“I’m absolutely not doing this with you again. You’re relentless. I’m gonna make sure no one tells you who they got.” he replies, and you huff loudly, rolling your eyes.

“Come on, you know you wanna tell me.” you try to persuade him, raising your brows as you step closer to him.

He can smell your perfume; it invades his senses and sends a chill down his spine. If he weren’t so used to hiding his feelings for you at work everyday, he’s sure your close proximity to him would have him spilling his guts in a heartbeat.

“Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll figure it out.” you tell him before you continue on handing out names.

But you won’t. He’s sure of that.

Once all your papers are handed out, and you’ve already gotten the names out of some officers that were especially easy to persuade from merely asking them as soon as they pulled the name out, you started your mission.

You started with 50 squad, just in case Rocker was serious about his threat earlier. You start with Cabrera, who has Deacon, and then you continue on, making sure you see every person’s paper to make sure they’re not lying.

You continue around headquarters, making your way in a loop. You go to Deacon, who has Becker, who has Hondo, who has Powell, who has Luca, who has Hicks, and the list goes on.

You’re glad that it seems most criminals around LA have decided to take the day off, leaving your schedule mostly open to make small talk with these people before you unveil your ulterior motive.

You’ve finally narrowed it down to your last two suspects; Street and Fowler. Street is easy, all you have to do is compliment the new modifications on his bike before he’s telling you that he has Stevens, and then it’s on to Fowler.

It takes some convincing, but she finally tells you that she has Chris. She even shows you the paper. You send a quick thanks her way before you’re on your way back to your desk, a wide grin on your face.

Rocker has your name. He has to. You’ve seen literally every other piece of paper except for the one with your name written on it.

You’re glad that you asked 50 squad first, because soon after that, they were called out, and still aren’t back.

You decide to get some work done while you wait for them to get back, helping various officers with questions about their cases every now and then. When it’s almost time for you to head home, you’re beginning to get anxious. You have to see Rocker today, if not to tell him what to get you – in a lowkey way, of course – then at least to rub it in his face that you know.

You jump slightly when you hear Rocker’s booming voice from down the hall, but your surprise quickly turns to excitement, and you jump out of your chair and go out to where 50 squad is standing near the boxing ring with some of 20 squad.

You listen as Rocker explains to Hondo about the call; a hostage situation at a bank that turned out to be a teenager desperately trying to get attention from his parents, and when he’s done with the story, most officers clear out.

When Rocker’s eyes land on you, you smile widely, and he raises a brow, unsure of the mischievous expression on your face.

“What?” he asks, and you shrug, feigning indifference as you cross your arms over your chest. Rocker tries to keep his eyes off the way the action pushes your chest up ever so slightly, and instead keeps his eyes locked on yours.

“Nothing, just wanna make sure everyone knows that gifts are being exchanged in two weeks.” you say, looking around at the others. You catch Street’s eyes, and you see his small smirk before you look around at Chris, Cabrera, and Luca.

“Yes, we know. Your favourite time of the year. And we heard you the first 500 times.” Luca teases from beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You laugh softly, looking up at him.

“I’m just saying.” you begin before you look out at the group. “And if my secret Santa were listening, I’d tell them to get me a new desk mug warmer, since Chris broke my last one, or maybe a cool desk trinket. Something to make every officer that comes up to my desk stop touching all the important things I have.” you continue, your eyes moving directly to Rocker.

His brows furrow, and when he sees that you’re only staring at him, his jaw drops.

“How did you find out? I didn’t tell anyone!” he exclaims, and you laugh, shrugging. He didn’t need to know just how hard you had to work to find this piece of information out.

He’s more than a little upset that you found out, having already started thinking about the perfect gift to get you. He even asked Cabrera on the way back to headquarters. You two had grown close since she started working here, and he thought she’d be helpful to get some ideas of your perfect gift from.

“I’m just thinking out loud. I didn’t say anything about you.” you reply, feigning ignorance. You can hear Luca and Cabrera’s chuckles around you, but you keep your eyes on Rocker as he narrows his eyes at you.

“Oh, I’m gonna buy you the worst secret Santa gift humanly possible. You won’t be able to hide your hatred for it.” he tells you, and you narrow your eyes right back at him.

“Bring it.” you tell him, and he smirks, letting his eyes trail down your plush figure just once.

“Oh, I will.” he replies before he walks away, ready to get out of his gear and go home.

He’s half serious about his threat, but he also doesn’t actually want to give you a bad gift. He’s liked you for so long, and it seems that his flirting goes right over your head. Granted, he has to turn it way down at work, not wanting to make things weird, but sometimes, he just can’t help it.

A week later, he only has a week left to think of the perfect gift for you, and he’s beginning to stress about it. He still has his backup gift that Cabrera helped him come up with, but he wants to get something special, something that you’d never think to ask for but want badly.

He’s kept up with his teasing, though, going on and on to you about how much you’ll hate your gift when you open it, but all you do is roll your eyes and laugh softly.

He’s boxing with Street during a slower day at work, and when he stops to take a break; his dilemma with your Christmas present clouding his brain and making it impossible to focus, Street slowly takes off his gloves with worry on his face.

“What’s up?” Street asks, raising a brow. Rocker huffs, waving a hand toward him as he leans against the ropes.

When Rocker explains that he can’t figure out what to get you for Christmas, Street scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“How about a date?” Street says in a slight mocking tone. He’s seen the way you two dance around your feelings for each other, and he’s a little sick of having to stay out of it, at Chris’s insistence, of course.

As soon as he realizes what slipped from his mouth, he freezes, his eyes wide as he looks at Rocker’s brows; knit together in confusion.

“A date?” Rocker repeats. He holds back from feeling excited, at least until he figures out where the hell that came from. Street can sometimes be unreliable when it comes to gossip, he’s learned that the hard way.

Street sighs. The cat’s out of the bag now, there’s no point in hiding it anymore.

“Yeah, man, a date. Think about it. I think she’d really love that.” Street says, raising his shoulders as he holds his arms out beside him. He backs up slowly as he watches the cogs in Rocker’s brain moving, and when he sees Rocker’s eyes go unfocused in thought, he ducks out of the ring.

When he gets home that night, he’s still thinking about Street’s words, and the more he thinks about it, it could be a good idea.

When he turns the TV on, he sees that there’s a special tree lighting ceremony at Citadel Outlets on Christmas eve; the largest Christmas tree in the United States, and tickets are going on sale tonight. When he sees this, a smile forms on his face, and he comes up with a plan. But first, he has to get tickets.

After 45 minutes of sitting at his laptop and trying desperately to figure out the ticket website; he wasn’t expecting the tickets to be so sought after, he starts to really plan out his idea.

He can frame it more open ended, just to see how you react at first, and then imply that it’s a date. Okay, maybe the plan’s not exactly foolproof, but he’s not sure what else to do. It has to be obvious enough for you to get it, but open-ended enough that he can play it off as definitely-not-a-date if you’re not into the idea.

It’s now Friday, and he’s been putting off giving you your gift all week, but he can’t any longer. It’s the last day of secret Santa, and he can tell how antsy you’re getting.

“Hey, sweetheart.” he says smoothly as he walks up to your desk, leaning against the back of your chair and smiling down at you as you raise your head.

You jump up from your seat quickly, standing a little too close to be normal as you cross your arms over your chest. Jesus Christ, he thinks, you’re definitely trying to kill him.

“It’s about time.” is all you say, and he chuckles. You notice that he’s holding something behind his back, and you narrow your eyes, trying to reach around his back for your gift.

He tuts softly, moving the gift out from behind his back and holding it out at his side.

“What do we say?” he teases, and you huff, eyeing the envelope.

He can see the desperation written all over your face; it’s practically radiating off of you, so before you can come up with a snarky remark, he holds the envelope out in front of him.

“Merry Christmas.” he says, a hint of a smile on his face despite the sinking feeling in his stomach. He’s worried about how you’ll react, and if you’ll even understand that he’s trying to ask you out.

“No way! We’re going?” you exclaim when you rip the envelope open, seeing the two tickets for the tree lighting ceremony. You’d tried to get tickets yourself, but it was practically impossible, You’re not sure how he did it.

“Yeah, we’re going.” he says, feeling slightly relieved. You had said we, not you. Half of him was worried you’d assume that you could choose anyone you want to go with you. He would’ve let you, of course, as much as it would tear him apart. Anything to make sure you really enjoy your gift.

When you finally look up at him, a starstruck look on your face, you see the hopeful look on his face, and it finally clicks.

“Like, a date?” you ask quietly, worried that you’re completely misreading the situation.

“Yes.” he says after a short pause, a smirk breaking out on his face. He can’t believe how easy that was. He’s glad he didn’t have to push any further, and honestly, he wasn’t sure how he’d even do that.

Your smile widens, and when you get out a breathless “yeah?” he repeats himself.

“Yes, a date. I’m asking you on a date.”

“Thought you were gonna get me a bad present?” you tease, unable to do much else. You’re scared that if you keep talking, you’ll just embarrass yourself. You’re not sure what to even do right now. He just asked you out on a date in the middle of your workplace.

“It could be. Depends on who you ask. Cabrera would definitely call it a bad gift.” he teases right back. You laugh softly, shaking your head.

“I don’t think so. This is definitely the best gift you could’ve gotten me. Although, I’d love it if you were to wrap yourself up and put yourself under the tree. Really commit to the bit.” you say with a wide smile.

“Well, it’s not off the table.” he says with a straight face, shrugging. Then, after a moment, he smirks again.

Your whole body feels hot at the idea of actually going on a date with Rocker, and to a tree lighting ceremony, too. He knows you too well.

You’re suddenly so overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, that you take a quick look around, making sure the coast is clear before you do exactly that.

You raise onto your toes as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips in a passionate, two years in the making kiss. He’s shocked for a second, but then he responds, kissing you with equal fervor as he holds your hips and pulls you flush against him.

He has to fight the urge to sit you down on your table and rip your clothes off, but he has to, he’s still at work, after all. Maybe if the date goes well, he thinks.

You keep the kiss short, and when you both part from each other’s lips, you’re breathing heavily, chests heaving and pupils blown.

“Now I feel bad, all Chris got you was a karaoke microphone you can plug into your phone. To pay homage to your ‘My Heart Will Go On’ cover.” you tease softly, lowering back onto your feet and letting your hands glide down to his chest.

He chuckles, blushing at the memory of that day as he shakes his head.

“Come on, it was great.” he argues quietly, winking at you before finally pulling away, having heard some voices getting closer.

“Oh, I bet it was. I just wish I was there to hear it. And see it.” you tease, letting your hands fall back down to your sides as Stevens and Deacon walk into view.

“I’m sure there’s a video floating around somewhere.” Rocker says, although he hates the thought of you seeing that video.

“I’ve asked literally everyone, no one recorded it.” you say, frowning slightly. God, what you’d do to see that.

“Well, Merry Christmas to me.” he says, fighting the urge to pull you back in for a kiss. His gaze shoots over at Deacon and Stevens, and when he looks back at you, he raises a brow.

“I’ll pick you up at six?” he asks, and you nod, grinning.

“Perfect.” you tell him, and with one last glance down at your full figure, he’s gone, back to work.

You sit back down at your desk, tickets still held firmly between your fingers, and as you think about your date with Rocker, you can feel the swarm of butterflies swarming in your belly.

You just hope that Hicks won’t have a problem with it when he finds out; you’re not exactly sure about the rules of dating here if neither one of you are the other’s superior.

If you know you and Rocker, you know that your unplanned PDA at work will likely get you into trouble either way. Especially when you inevitably invite him into your apartment at the end of your date. It’ll be impossible to keep your hands off of each other while having to see each other at work everyday.

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