#hank voight x plus sized!reader

[passionwillow]

Somebody had sent me something about Hank waking you up with sex and I lost the GODDAMN request but this has been on my mind for DAYS. Warnings: not proofread, smut, 18+, somnophilia? All consensual

Hank was almost always awake before you, and today was no different. The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains in his bedroom, the golden rays falling over your naked form. The soft curves of your body, the plush flesh of your ass.. He was hard already.

You and him had discussed before waking one another up with sex (consent is important!!). He’d been more than thrilled when he’d woken up to your mouth around his cock (when you could get up before him), and your best mornings were waking up with his head between your legs.

But today.. He had another idea.

He hands roamed and caressed you, admiring the dips and valleys of your hips, his hands kneading and teasing the generous flesh of your ass. His fingers dipped further and further between your thighs until he was teasing your slick folds, all the attention making you more and more wet.

You let out a sleepy whimper as he rubbed your clit with his middle finger, lips ghosting over your shoulder and neck before he gently moved you to your side, back against his chest.

He held your leg up and slid into you with ease, the stretch and burn of his cock waking you. Your walls flutter and clench as you rest a hand over his, his gravely voice making you shiver. “That’s my girl, you look so beautiful this morning,” he purrs in your ear. You moan sleepy and soft as his hips roll into yours, cock stretching you open more and more as he works into you. “You were so fucking wet, couldn’t help myself.” You groan softly at his words and reached back, nails gently scratching at his scalp as you pushed your hips back into his, searching for more of him. “You know I’ll be expecting th-this every morning now,” you teased.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby,” he vowed as he sunk further into you. You gasped and whimpered as he filled you completely. You never got used to how utterly full he made you feel.

"That's it, baby, taking me so well," he praised. Your breathing came quicker and harder as he drilled into you, his cock caressing and teasing all the sensitive spots inside you. It was enough to make your head spin.

You could feel the wetness coating his shaft, some of it pooling between your thighs. It always embarrassed you a little how much of a mess you could make, but Hank never minded. He seemed to enjoy it.

His lips ghosted along your cheek, his own groans sending a thrill of pleasure through you. You turned your head and captured his lips with your own, both of you moaning into the kiss as he kept the slow, steady pace.

"F-Fuck, Hank- Mm.. You're gonna be l-late," you panted. His hand squeezed your plush thigh, still holding your leg up so he could thrust into you as deep as possible. His lips curled into a cheeky smile, eyes shining as his nose brushed yours.

"They can wait."

[adoreeenina]

For You, I’ll Risk It All

Part one: High School Crush

-Series Masterlist-

Relationship: DBF! Hank Voight x Plus Size! Olinsky! Reader

WC: 7.3k

Series Summary: He is corrupted and vicious, nothing but a dirty cop. At least that's what you've been told by your mother. You hated him and you weren't afraid to show it at the slightest, but that all changed when he protected you from going to jail when you were 18.

Coming back from New York after five years, you decided to live for yourself for once.

You didn't expect it would start by falling for Hank Voight.

You know your dad's best friend.

Being one of the well known detective’s daughter has its perks, the main one is protection from anyone and anything, the second anyone hears your last name, they quickly back off, knowing what to come of them if they even lay a finger on you; but it also has its downfalls. One of them involving dating.

Anyone who you brought home were intimidated by him almost immediately, you’re pretty sure they know about your fathers being a dirty cop, or atleast the whispers.

Yes. You knew about it, you always known since you were thirteen. You remember the late night arguments between your parents, you would be sitting down on top of the stairs and listen. They weren’t exactly being quiet, atleast your mother wasn’t. Your father trying to calm her down or atleast keep it quiet before you or your sister wake up. Since then, you try to keep your sister Lexi in the dark as much as you can, she doesn’t need to know how many people your father killed.

And that’s where Hank comes in. You haven’t met him yet or seen him. Your mother always mentions him in almost every argument she has with your father. Blaming him for getting your father involved in his dirty work and maybe one day getting himself killed because of it. And that thought scared you.

You were sixteen when you met Hank for the first time. It was the middle of your summer break. Your sister wanted to go to summer camp and your mom volunteered to be one of the chaperones, and the offered you to be home alone most of the time when your father works.

On the rare days when your father gets those days off, he spends them with you. You were having a movie night. Your father let you choose, you decided on a horror movie, Conjuring. You were in the kitchen making popcorn, one with kettle corn powder and the other with white cheddar.

You were making your way to the living room when the door bell rings. Startling you, you pause mid step, you look up the stairs where your father is doing god knows what.

Then you remembered your dad ordered pizza from the closest pizzeria 15 minutes ago. Your stomach grumbled when you thought of food, and you couldn't wait to dig in.

Walking the rest of your way to the living room, you place the bowls of popcorn down on the coffee table. Grabbing money out of your dad’s wallet, you quickly walk over to the front door.

Opening the door, ready to hand the delivery person the money, but pause when you see an unfamiliar man you’ve never seen before.

The man before you stood about 5’10, cropped black brown hair that was greying from the temples upwards and brown eyes that considered you carefully. He had the jaw line of a Greek God.

He looks down at you with a raised brow in confusion. Why the hell is he looking at you like that? If anyone should be staring like that should be you.

He scans you and you only just now realize what you are wearing. Or lack of what you are wearing. In your blue Cookie Monster pajamas shorts and an oversized black shirt that hangs on your left shoulder.

Feeling a little selfconscious by the way he’s looking at you, you subconsciously pull down your pajamas shorts down.

Pushing your feelings aside, you cross your arms across your chest and glare at the man trying to be intimidating but it only amuses him.

“Can I help you?” You ask not caring how rude you might’ve sound.

You could’ve sworn you saw the corner of his mouth twitch as though trying to stifle a smirk, after silently considering you for a few more painful seconds, he decided to speak.

“Hank Voight. I’m looking for Alvin.” your brows raised up slightly at the name.

“Sorry. you must got the wrong house. I don’t know any Alvin.”

He hums in the back of his throat, the only acknowledgement he gave to your answer.

If he is who he says he is, you don’t want him here at all. You only know what your mother said about him. He’s nothing but a dirty cop. Your mother would be infuriated if she were here.

“You sure?” He squints at you, obviously giving you a chance to be honest with him.

You give him a sarcastic smile, “I’m sure.” taking a step back, you grab onto the door to close it, “Sorry you didn’t find what you were looking for” you fake being sympathetic. “Bye bye.” you wave as you close the door with a smile.

“Y/n!” You hear your dad’s fast footsteps rushing behind you to stop the door from closing, grabbing the door to allow it to fully open.

“What?” You faux innocence. Your dad looks down at you with a stern look obviously not buying it.

Turning to face Hank with apologetic grin, “Sorry. My daughter can be a little asshole.”

“Dad!” You gasp with a glare his way.

Hearing Hank chuckle under his breath made you snap your head at his direction and glare.

Spurred by annoyance, you contemplate just slamming the door to his face, the scolding you might get be damned.

“Why the hell is he doing here?” Your face scrunch up as you wave your arm at Hank’s direction.

“Alright, Y/n that’s enough.” your dad grabs you by your bicep and tugs you away from the door.

“You know mom won’t like it if she finds out he’s here.” you whisper. Your dad sighs, glancing at Hank before dragging you to the kitchen.

“That’s why we won’t tell mom.”

“What?”

“Look sweetheart-“

“Are you leaving?” You cut him off. His face softened hearing the distressed pain in your question.

“Y/n-“

“You promised you would spend the day with me. I miss spending time with you, I never get to see you. All you focus on is your stupid job…. Is this why mom made you move to the garage?”

Alvin was lost for words. He should’ve known better he’s oldest daughter would’ve caught on with all the fight and late discussion he had with Meredith. It hurt him the way Meredith looks at him but it hurts even seeing the broken look in your eyes.

“Y/n.” he reaches his out to you, making you take a step back. Feeling betrayed and hurt.

“Actually, You know what dad? You can do whatever you need to do. Clearly I’m not your first priority.” pulling your arm out of his grip, you move past him, and grab your phone from the table.

“Y/n!” Alvin calls behind you, but you ignore his calls, not giving a glance towards the door, knowing Hank is still there waiting. You rush up the stairs to your room, slamming the door behind you.

You might’ve been dramatic, overthinking, or overreacting, but since that day, your relationship with your dad hasn’t been the same. You’ve always been daddy’s girl, so it hit you pretty hard not having that kind of relationship with him anymore. But you were tired of being put a side and not being a priority, you miss spending those days where it’s just the two of you, it could be him taking you shopping,or taking you to the ice cream parlor, or just taking to the park.

Now, it’s like you don’t even have a father, at least one that’s present in your life. Not only is your relationship with your dad went downhill, your mom isn’t any better.

Your mother can be a bit overbearing at times. At least with you. Mostly about your weight. She always been pretty brazen about her opinion on your body. Telling you to lose weight by going to the gym, go on a diet, even going as far to suggest some supplements she seen on TikTok that could help you(which you know are BS).

You’ve always been a big girl, even when you were a little girl. Though you went through puberty pretty early in your life, your curves came in and shaped your body beautifully.

You love your body, you might get a little self conscious about it from time to time but what girl doesn’t? You learned pretty early on you might not be everyone type but you might be someone’s type and that was enough to give you confidence about your plump figure.

Now how your luck has it, you actually know Hank’s son Justin and adopted daughter Erin Lindsay though you didn’t know it at the time. You went to school with them, Erin is a little older than you but Justin is the same age as you.

Now back to your father’s best friend. After your first meeting, you started to hold a little grudge against him.

But it seems like luck isn’t on your side when you keep crossing paths with him once or twice. More since you became close friends with Justin and Erin. Though you you try your best to never interacted with him. Yeah, you might’ve been a little brat about that.

Once Erin graduated, she went straight to the Police Academy, wanting to follow Hank’s footsteps. That left you spending most of your time with Justin. Who would’ve thought you spending so much time together would’ve led you to lose your virginity to Justin Voight.

But sadly it wasn’t mind blowing like you had thought. Your girl friends always talked about how their first time was magical, even went into to much details. Now that you think about it, maybe it was all bullshit to make themselves look better in front of your friend group.

Though you can’t put the full blame on Justin, he has a decent size penis and tried to make you feel good, even tried to put your pleasure over his own. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either. After that, you two decided to just stay friends and act like it never happened, which you were glad it didn’t mess up your friendship.

There’s also one big thing you learned about yourself pretty early on… you liked men. Older men. Old enough to be your father.

You always knew you liked older men but being under aged is what stopped you most of the time. You were flirted with by older men more than boys your age.

And you liked it. You liked it a lot.

You liked the attention they’ve given you, they were shameless and wasn’t afraid to get what they want. They didn’t care about how much you weigh or what size of clothes you are.

You didn’t know what to was about men that really turns you on. It could be the deep voice. Salt and pepper hair. The way men could get protective of you. Or maybe it could be they are experienced.

You need a man who can teach you a thing or two.

Now, you did an amazing job of avoiding Hank but that couldn’t be avoided when you were eighteen.

Justin💙: Party 2night?

You: Fuck Yes!!! You’re picking me up, right???

Justin💙: What about your parents?

You: Told them I’m going over to your place. Besides they won’t even notice. Mom is out with Lexi and Dad is most likely drinking and watching TV

Justin💙: You sure?

You: It’s the only way I’m going

You: What should I wear?

Justin💙: Something Sexy🥴🤤

You: I’m serious Justin😂

Justin💙: What are my options then?

You:

Justin💙: Fuck🫠😩

Justin💙: The red one. Definitely the red one

Justin💙: And wear those heels that makes your legs look so sexy🥴

You:😘

With a smile, you toss your phone to your bed and make your way to your bathroom to take a quick shower.

Today is supposed to be the best day. You’ll graduate the end the week. Which means you’re done with the people you could care less from High School completely.

Tonight you’re going to party. One of your classmates is having at party at his place while his parents are away for their anniversary.

Getting out the bathroom in only a robe and a towel over your head. You sit down in front of your vanity and do your makeup as natural as you can, you’ll be sweating and drinking, you need your makeup to last all night and not look cakey.

You look at the time and quickly put on a pair of biker shorts and a zip up hoodie. Grabbing your backpack, you place your dress, heels, and purse inside, along with your perfume and extra makeup to finish yourself up.

Justin will be coming by to pick you up in his car. Everything was set and making it home from school the excitement made you zone out.

Your phone flashes signaling you Justin has texted you.

Justin💙: I’m outside

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you race down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Your dad stops you before you could reach the door. He is sitting on the couch with his feet prompt up on the coffee table with a beer in hand, watching TV.

“Over to Justin’s. I told you already.”

“He’s picking you up?”

“Yes.”

“Just the two of you? Alone?”

“Dad.” you groan, “I’m eighteen, you don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

“That may be true.” you watch as he gets up from the couch with a grunt and stands in front of you, “but you’ll always be my baby girl. No matter what.” He smiles sweetly at you.

You give him a sincere smile. Even though your relationship has been somewhat strained, moments like these is what you cherish the most.

“I love you. C’mere. ” he pull you in for a bear hug.

“I love you too, dad.” you smile into his chest. Alvin presses a kiss on your head then leans his head back to look at you.

“What?” You question. He tilts his head with furrowed brows.

“Are you wearing makeup?”

“Dad!” You whine as you cover your face to hide how embarrassed you are.

Your phone rings once more, another message from Justin telling you to hurry your ass up.

“I gotta go. Justin is waiting for me.”

“He’s outside?”

“Mhmm.” you hum, looking down at your phone messaging Justin back. Your dad nudges you to the door.

“Bye dad.” you peck his cheek.

“Bye baby.”

“Hey, Justin!” Your dad waves once he opens the door allowing you to leave.

“Hey, Mr. Olinsky!” Justin waves back through the open window of the car.

“Better take care of her!”

“Oh I will. Don’t you worry!” Justin winks at you.

“Oh my god.” you roll your eyes at Justin, waving bye at your dad, you get in the back of Justin car.

“Why you sitting in the back?” Justin looks at you through the rear view mirror.

“Hey! Eyes on the road, pretty boy.” you reach from the back seat and hit the back of Justin’s head “I’m changing.”

“Why don’t you wear the dress under your clothes like any normal girl”

“Cause I’m not normal, you should know that by now.”

You unzip the thin jacket you have on and pull it down your shoulders. You’re wearing an adhesive bra, to hold up your heavy breast while wearing the dress that reveals your shoulders.

“Damn.”

“Fucker!” you hiss. Zipping open your backpack, you grab your dress, putting the sleeves of your dress on first, “I said no peaking.”

Justin lets out a low chuckle, keeping his eyes on the road once more.

Placing the dress over your head, you tug it down to your waist. You pull down your shorts and throw them in your backpack, then tug down the rest of your dress down to your mid thigh. Lastly the best for last, you strap on your heels.

“What did you tell your dad, when you left?” You ask to break the silence.

“Nothing. He’s working late. He doesn’t know I’m gone.”

“My, my, what a naughty boy you are, Justin. I might have to punish you.” you lean forward against the center console to look at the side profile of Justin.

“Shut up.” he laughs.

“You know… I might not like your dad but I can’t deny that he’s hot.” you tease.

“Of course you would say that.” Justin face scrunches up in disgust making you laugh, “I forgot how you prefer older men.”

“Yep! And it’s thanks to you.”

“Hey! I wasn’t that bad!”

“You weren’t good either.”

“You’re such a fucking bitch.” Justin shakes his head with a laugh.

“Yeah but you still love me though.” you smile smugly at him.

“Unfortunately.” you slap his shoulder making him recoil away from you with a smile.

Justin parks the car a little further than the house since the road was already cut off from how many cars were parked. ‘Rack City’ by Tyga burst through the loudspeakers, you could feel the vibration in your entire body.

Justin being the gentleman that he is with you, opens the door for you. He helps you of the car and steady you in your heels. He tugs down the back of your dress as he closes the door. You thanked him.

Justin places his hand on your lower back and guides you to the house full of people.

“Woo!!! Senior graduates!!!” You hear someone cheers running into the house.

“Woo!!!” Justin mimics next to you, he wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling close to his side.

Entering the house, the place is decorated in the school colors of blue and black streamers, paper graduation caps hanging from the end of a stream decorates in various places in the ceiling, different color lights shine brightly in different rooms of the house. The party is awesome.

“Yo, Justin! Glad you could make it bro!” Mickey steps in front of the both of you, he hands Justin a drink.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Justin chugs down whatever alcohol was in the cup like it was nothing.

“N/n you look scrumptious as ever.” Mickey smirks at you.

“Bite me.” you roll your eyes, showing your disinterest at his attempt of flirting.

“I will if-“

“Hey what did I say?” Justin points a threatening finger against Mickey’s chest.

“Sorry.” Mickey raises his hands up, palms out.

Yeah, Justin is over protective of you, that’s much is clear. He’s basically one of the reasons why no one never really picked on you. They were afraid of Justin, he has just as much of a reputation as his father.

The last time a guy tried to pick on you ended up with a concussion and Justin suspended.

Not only is he over protective of people picking on you, he’s also over protective when it comes to guys flirting with you. He acts like an older brother wanting to protect his younger sister’s innocence, which is kinda weird to you since he was the one that took your virginity.

“Y/n!!!” You hear someone suddenly screech and jumps on you wrapping their arms around you.

“Bitch!” You groan at the added weight. You thank the lord for Justin holding you up if not you would’ve fell and everyone would’ve gotten an eyeful.

Recognizing the blue hair, you instantly knew it was Gwen.

Gwen pulls herself away from you, her hands on your shoulder and her eyes gaze up and down at your figure with a smirk.

“You look hot, babe.”

“Thanks Gwen.” you laugh at her bluntness.

“C’mon the others are waiting for you.” she grabs your wrist to tug you along with her.

“Hey!” Justin shouts offensively, throwing his arms up.

“Relax, pretty boy. We’ll be by the pool so you know where she’s at. Geez he acts like he’s your boyfriend or something.” Gwen rolls her eyes.

You smile sheepishly at Justin who doesn’t stop glaring at Gwen. You let Gwen take you to the back of the house where the pool is.

There you meet up with Daniel, Jacky, Sean, and Kate.

“Y/n Olinsky at a house party. Never thought I’ll see the day. I didn’t take you the type to be into this kind of thing. I thought clubs will be more your thing.” Daniel grins.

“Hey if theres alcohol involved I’m coming.”

“Speaking of coming. Here.” Kate hands you a red cup, “its squirt with tequila.”

“You’re the best.” you take the drink and chug it down, wincing a little at the after taste of the tequila but that’s to the soda it keeps it at bay.

Two hours into the party, you’ve danced with your friends, watched the guys play beer pong, and the people who are at the pool.

You, Jacky, and Gwen decided to take a break from the party and sit down on the steps of the porch to get some air that doesn’t smell like sweat and alcohol.

“What you planning on doing after high school?” Ask Jacky before she sips the rest of her alcohol.

“I don’t know about y’all but I’m ain’t going to college. I just want to travel around the world with my cat. I could do it, you know. I could just get a random job, buy a bus, buy the supplies, and just remodel it. I could just work online.”

“That’s sounds badass.” you respond to Gwen.

“What about you?” Gwen turns the question to you. You shrug.

“I got accepted in NYU Groosman School of Medicine.” you mutter. You hear the two girls squeal making you wince.

“Dude isn’t that your dream school?”

“It is.”

“Then why does it sound like you aren’t excited about it?”

“Maybe because I don’t want to go to the medical field. The whole reason I even applied was because I wanted to get out of here and be on my own. My mom wanted me go to a college close by but I want to be independent and be on my own.” you sigh.

You’ve been understandably stressed out. You wanted to get out of your parents house and be independent but you also don’t want to be away from home. You don’t want to leave Lexi alone with your overbearing mom, you know your dad would be there but he’s too busy with work to be at home most of the time.

You didn’t think you’ll be accepted to NYU. It has a reputation of being one of the hardest colleges to be accepted in. The only reason you applied is because you were good in Biology, Chemistry, Physics, and Calculus. Your teachers always encouraged you in the medical field so that’s what you did but now you’re starting to regret your decision.

“You know what you need?” Gwen looks directly at you.

“What’s that?” You answered, taking a sip from the cup in your hand.

“To get laid.”

The way that you choked on your drink was undignified and most unlady-like.

You glare at Jacky and at Gwen who was smirking. Jacky patted your back, sympathetically.

Surprisingly, the thumping music vibrated through your body, calming your mind. The alcohol also helped!

“First of all,” you clear your throat, “I get laid plenty, thank you very much. Second, how did we go from talking about our future to getting me laid?”

“Your still fucking that fire fighter?” Question Jacky

“Oh yeah.”

“I wonder what your dad would say if he ever finds out.” teases Gwen with a knowing smirk

“He will say nothing cause it’s none of his business.” you roll your eyes.

“Not if he finds out which one it is.” Jacky grins down at her cup.

“Maybe.” you shrug

“Dude, what is it with cops and firefighters having a war against each other?”

“Right? What’s up with that?”

“Who knows.” you shrug, “i think-“

“Shh!” Gwen shushes you, “ya hear that?”

Just as when Gwen says that, you hear the distance sound of police sirens. Leaning forward, in the distance you see the red and blue flashing lights.

“COPS!!!”

Just like that everything runs into chaos. Everyone runs around trying to get out of the house and make a run for it.

Everyone is drunk as fuck to even run straight. So were you but you were sober enough to get up and run in the house to look for Justin.

“Justin!” You shout over the crowd of people. You stand on your tippy toes to look over the crowd but couldn’t find him.

"Y/n, what are you doing?” Mickey suddenly appears in front of you, his eyes wide. He quickly takes your hand. "We gotta go."

“But Justin-“

“He’ll be fine. C’mon there’s no time.” you nod, letting him pull you out of the house.

The house is still half empty of drunk teenagers as the cops surrounds the house, but that doesn’t stop Mickey from making a run for it with you behind him.

“Freeze! Stop where you are!”

“Shit!” Mickey curses.

“Hey Cal, there’s alcohol surrounding the place. These kids been drinking.”

Of course someone called the cops on the party, what a cliche.

“Arms in the air and turn around. Slowly.”

Doing as your told. Two cops you don’t recognize, walks towards the two of you.

One reached for the cuffs at his belt, quickly grabbing you by the elbow and cuffs your wrist in front of you. He grabs you by your elbow leading you to a police car.

“Hey!” You whine from the tight grip of his hand on you.

“Keep moving.”

“Calm it, I’m in heels, asshole.” you snap at him.

Opening the door, the cop pushes your head down as you get in, the other cop pushes Mickey in next to you.

“Fuck. My dad is going to kill me.” you quietly groan, throwing your head back. You look out the window seeing some other kids being dragged into different cop cars.

The drive to the police station was a blur. The same cop drags you out of the car with Mickey behind you.

Seeing the familiar silver haired woman with her normal stern face in the front desk, you keep your head down so she won’t recognize you.

“You have to be so rough?!” You glare at the cop as he pushes you down on a chair and cuffs your left hand on the armrest, “is that really necessary?”

The cop ignores you, he walks away with your confiscated purse in his hand.

“Hey asshole, watch it!” you turn your toward the noise to see Mickey being dragged, the cop shoves him down in the chair next to you.

“Both of you wait here till we get back.”

“Like we have much of a choice.” you bite back. The cop gives you a look before leaving.

“Fuck man.” Mickey groans next to you.

“Tell me about it. I had to get arrested wearing this.” you point at your red dress. Compared to the plain looking police station, you stand out like a sore thumb.

“Could be worse.” Mickey smirks down at you.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“You could look like him.” Mickey points at what looks like a man in women’s clothing. Is that a prostitute?

“Oh my god, Mickey! Don’t point!” you scold him and pinch his side with your hand that isn’t restraint.

“Ow okay!” he laughs as he tries to get away from you.

“Hank, you’re still here?” You overhear Trudy, you lean over slightly to see none other than Hank.

“Fuck.” you groan.

“I thought you left with the others.”

“Nah. I needed to get some paper work done first.”

“You know him?” Mickey looks between you and Hank.

“Yeah that’s Justin’s dad also my dad’s best friend. Quick make yourself big so he won’t see me.”

“Babe,” Mickey deadpans at you, “your dress is a far cry compared to everything here. He’ll notice you even if I try to cover you.”

“Shut up and do as your told.” you shove him.

“Hey!”

“Alright.” the police officer from before walks up to the two of you. “I’ll need your name”

“Y/n.” he writes it down.

“Last name?”

You hesitate, “Olinsky.” you mumble.

The police officer pauses, he gazes down at you before letting out a hearty laugh, “Olinsky? You’re Alvin’s daughter?” You wince at how loud he’s being, “No fucking way.”

Well so much for being discreet. If Hank didn’t know you were here now he does.

You shift in your seat uncomfortably, your eyes gaze around the room before hiding your face behind you hand. Trying to make yourself small as possible.

“Y/n?” You hear the all familiar gravelled husky voice of Hank. You look up to see Hank gaze on you with a raised brow. You two make eye contact for a split second, before you break it.

“You got to be fucking kidding me.” you mumble, sliding down your chair slightly and cover your eyes with your hand.

You want the floor to swallow you whole.

“What’s going on here?” Hank question the officer.

“Someone called about a house party. These kids been drinking.” You roll your eyes at the officers matter of fact tone.

“Is that right?” Hank gaze goes back to you, his expression hard to read, making you feel uneasy.

God kill me now. Please.

“Apparently this one right here is Al’s daughter.”

“I’ll take her off your hands and take it from here.

Mickey sits quietly next to you with raised brow, astonished. He looks at you and mouths ‘what the fuck’.

“Uhh Sarge, I don’t think-“ one hard look from Hank made him reconsider. “Okay. No problem.”

“Uncuff her.”

“Sure. Okay.”

You watch silently as the officer stumbles a little with the keys and takes off your handcuff. You sigh as you rub your wrist in relief from its tight bounds.

“Let’s go.” Hank gestures for you to get up with his fingers.

“Did you have anything with you before you got arrested?”

“Yeah my purse. It has my phone and wallet in it.”

Hank turns to the police officer.

“Where’s her purse?”

“It’s confiscated in a storage location.”

“Get someone to bring me her belongings and her arrest charges. I’ll be in my office.”

“Yes Sarge.”

He grabs you by the elbow, more gently than the cop did and . You both barely made it half way to wherever he planned on taking you when you start to protest.

“Hey! Wait a second! I’m not going anywhere with you.” you yank your arm out of his grip.

You watch the way Hank clenches his jaw as he looks at you, losing his patience with your bratty attitude, but you don’t shy away from his stare.

“For once, be a good girl and do what I say. Al might tolerate your attitude but I surely won’t.” Hank retorts, his eyes never leaving yours, a shiver going down your spine at his dark tone.

“Now move it, princess.” you roll your eyes at the pet name and begrudgingly let Hank lead you with a hand on the small of your back.

Hank leads you up the stairs to the bullpen and into his office. Opening the door, he allows you to enter first before he does and closes the door behind him.

“Sit down.” At his sharp tone, you oblige instantly with no arguement from you.

Besides your dad, Hank could be scary at times but you do have a tendency of pushing a little too far.

Hank not once takes his eyes off you, he stands in front of his desk. Hank leans back against it with arms cross against his chest.

“Does Al know where you are?”

“What do you think?”

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“Excuse me?”

“You could’ve gotten yourself arrested. You going to graduate on Friday and this is how act? You could’ve ruin your chances for college education.”

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Al told me you got accepted into NYU. You really want to ruin that by getting arrested for underage drinking?”

“Who are you to be getting after me? You’re not my dad.”

“No I’m not. But I am someone who cares about you. I know you don’t like me, Y/n. You made that perfectly clear. But your Al’s daughter and my son’s friend. I protect my own and that includes you!”

You and Hank don’t break eye contact. Both waiting for the other to break first.

“Sargent.?” someone knocks on the door before opening it and entering.

“Yeah?” Hank switches his gaze away from you to the officer who just entered.

“Here’s her belonging and her case file you asked for.” the officer hands hank a yellow folder and your purse.

“Is this all?”

“Yes sir.”

“Thanks.” the officer nods and leaves, closing the door once again.

Hank walks around his desk looking through the file before slamming it shut and throw it the trash making your eyes widen.

Did he really just throw away your arrest charges down the trash?

Hank drops down into his chair behind his desk, not taking his eyes off you. Almost challenging you to say something.

“Why?” Is you could ask.

“Consider this me offering you a truce.”

“Truce? For what?”

“I want us to get along. And I’ll start by doing this.”

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t think he would basically erase your arrest charges. If anything you thought he would use this to blackmail you or something.

“Are you going to tell my dad?”

He leans back in his chair, fingers interlacing across his mid-section as he considers you for a few moments before replying.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Wow. You didn’t expect that. Hank just keeps surprising more and more. You assumed he would call your dad the second he saw you handcuffed in the police station.

“How much did you drink?”

“What?”

“You’ve been drinking haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“If you’re asking if I’m drunk. No I’m not. I only drank two or three cups but they weren’t strong. I was tipsy when the cops came. I got sober pretty fast when an officer roughly pushed me in the police car.”

“Who?”

“Who what?”

“The officer. Who was the officer that arrested you?”

“I don’t know. He had a pornstache that you see only in bad pornos.” you shrug.

Hank smirks amused at your answer.

“You still feel a little tipsy?”

“A little.”

“Okay.” suddenly Hank stands up from his chair and walks around his desk, grabbing your purse along the way and hands it to you, “let’s go.”

“Wait what?” You were taken back. You stumble over yourself trying to stand up.

“Where we going?”

“To sober you up.”

“I said I was a little tipsy.”

“I don’t care. Let’s go.” once again Hank places his hand in the small of your back to lead you out of his office. He turns off the light and closes the door, locking it.

You walk close behind him down the stairs. Hank stands on your right side, guiding you to the front entrance.

“Heading out for the night, Trudy.”

“Alright. See ya in the morning.”

Stepping outside, he leads you to his SUV. Walking to the passanger side, Hank opens the door and helps you before closing the door behind you once you sat down comfortably.

You reach for the seat belt buckling yourself up, you sit silently watching out the window with your purse on your lap.

The driver side door opens and Hank gets in. He takes a deep breath before shoving the keys in the keyhole and turn on the SUV.

The entire drive was in complete silence. You start to feel a little awkward being in close proximity with Hank. You never been alone with him before.

“Where we going?”

“There’s a diner close by that’s open 24/7.”

“Why we going there?”

“You need something in your stomach other than whatever alcohol you were drinking.”

“Why do you care so much?”

“I told you, I protect my own and that includes you”

For the rest of the ride you kept your mouth shut. Arriving the diner, Hank gets out first, walking around the front of the SUV and opens the door, holding his hand out to help you down.

Such a gentlemen. Now you know where Justin gets it from.

Once the both of you enter the diner, you both get seated in a booth. Hank sitting across from you.

Looking around the place, it’s practically empty, reminding how late it must be. You have yet to check the time.

A woman in her late 30s maybe mid 40s walks towards your table, “Hello, my name is Rachel and I’ll be you waitress” she place down two menus infront of you and Hank.

“Before we start, will the check be separate or together?”

“It’ll be sep-“

“Together.” Hank cuts you off. Your brows raised as you look at him.

Not only did this man saved you from getting arrested, he’s also buying you food.

“Okay, want to start off with drinks?”

“You have sweet tea?”

“Mhmm, we do”

“I’ll take that”

“I’ll get the same thing.”

“Alright. You two ready to order or do you want time to look at the menu.”

“We’ll take the cheeseburger with everything on both and fries.” Hank tells the waitress. She lets out a soft okay, writing it down. She grabs the two menus before leaving, letting you and Hank be alone once more.

“You’re buying me food too?”

“I’m a gentleman.” he retorts making you shake your head with a laugh.

“Well now I know where Justin gets it from.” you grin at him, you place your elbow on the table with your on the palm of your hand.

“Speaking of Justin, was he at the house party with you? You two always been thick as thieves for as long as I can remember.”

“Will he get in trouble if I say he was?”

“Only for leaving you alone to get arrested.”

“He didn’t leave me alone.” you defend Justin, “we were separated with our different group of friends when the cops showed up. I was looking for him but Mickey stopped me and tried to get us out of the house but the cops caught us.”

“The boy that was sitting next to you at the station?”

“Yeah.”

“Here’s your drinks,” the waitress comes back with two cups of sweet tea, “and your burger and fries.” she places down two plates in front of you and Hank, “enjoy.” she leaves.

“My dad told you about me going to NYU?” You mention, stuffing a couple of fries in your mouth, remembering Hank mentioning it back at the station.

“He did. He’s really proud of you. Had the biggest smile on his face when he told me.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. You knew how excited your dad was about you being accepted to one of the best colleges, you also knew how he didn’t like how you would be moving far away from home but he won’t voice it. He knows this could be big for you.

Your mom is whole another story. She’s been trying to change your mind from going since you gotten the letter.

“Same can’t be said about my mother.” you mutter, taking a sip from your cup.

“Yeah Alvin told me about that too.” Hank sighs, shifting in his seat.

“She’s unbearable. Did my dad tell you she blames him for me leaving?”

“She what?” His eyes widen, telling you your dad hasn’t said a word about it.

“Yep. This whole time I thought my dad was the problem but it turns out it’s my mom. Or both.” you shrug

“Is that why you sneaked out to go to a party?”

“Technically… I didn’t sneak out. My dad saw me leave… but he was drinking when I left but he wasn’t drunk.” you tried to plead your case.

“Did you tell him you were going to a party?”

“No.” you play with your straw.

“Did he see you leave in that?” he points at your dress.

“No.” you mutter in between sips.

“Then you were sneaking out. Did Justin park at the end of the street to pick you up?”

“That’s such a fucking cliche,” you laugh, “he parked in front of my house. My dad saw him and even said hi.”

You smile when Hank lets out laugh and shakes his head at you.

“Why are you being nice to me? I’ve been nothing but a bitch to you since the moment we met.” you start to feel guilty.

Even when you started to hang out with Justin and Erin more, you would sometimes go over to their house. Hank for the most part would stay out of the way but he’s been nothing but kind and caring to you when you stayed over. Now you feel like a complete bitch.

You really let your mother’s words brainwash you into thinking Hank is the devil or something. But he’s far from it. At least with you.

You’re not naive, you know what Hank does in the dark where no one sees, but that’s doesn’t stop him from being gentle and caring to the people he holds dear to him.

You’re surprised one of them is you.

“I know your mom don’t like me. Al mentioned once or twice she argues a lot about me involving him in certain situations. I’m not denying they aren’t true but-“

“It’s okay.” you cut him off, “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’m not a kid anymore, I know what’s goes on around me. I know you and my dad -maybe your entire squad- do behind the scene. I know you’ve killed people. it doesn’t scare me.”

“It should, sweetheart.”

“But it doesn’t. You only do it cause you care. You don’t hurt innocent people. You just take justice in your own hands. You just do what others aren’t willing to do. I could respect that.”

Hank hums, considering you for moment before speaking.

“You’re something else, you know that.” he grins making you smile.

Finishing off your meals, Hank pays for both your meals. Once again being a gentleman, he walks you to the passenger side and opens the door for you to get in.

Hank slows down and parks in front of your house. You look out the window to see all the lights in the house are off, telling you everyone should be asleep by now. Giving you the chance to sneak in without being seen.

“Listen,” hearing Hank’s voice, your turn your to look at him, “I know you’re scared about moving away from home but do me a favor.”

“What kind of favor?” You squint your eyes at him.

“Take care yourself in New York.” he says softly and he genuinely means it by the way he looks at you.

“I will.” you gently smile at him. Hank shifts in his seat and opens the center console, grabbing a card handing it to you.

“Here.”

“What is it?”

“My business card. It has my office and my personal number. Don’t be afraid to call me if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Hank.”

“Go inside. You should give Justin a call to let him know you’re alright. He’s probably worried about you.”

“I will.” You smile before leaning over and giving him a small kiss on the cheek, “Goodnight, Hank.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart. Take care.” You nod before getting out of his SUV. Hank softly smiles as he watches you round the SUV.

“Hey!” Hank calls for you, making you turn around. “don’t tell your dad you were with me.”

“It’ll be our little secret.” you wink. Hank shakes his head amusingly. He waits a little longer till you enter the house. The second the front door closes, he drives off.

(This took so long to write but I’m happy how it turned out. Please don’t be shy to let me know what you think. I love reading your comments.

Can anyone guess who the fire fighter reader is sleeping with? Anyone who guesses right gets a cookie🍪)

[royaltysuite]

I miss 'em..... I should write them...😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Safe Space

Pairing: Hank Voight x Plus size reader

Genre: Fluff 💕

Warning(s): mention of murder victims

A/N: This is the first (belated) Birthday Update! It’s been a long ass time since I’ve written something, I hope you enjoy it!

“W-What…” you mumbled to yourself, the sleep still coursing through your body while your ears picked up the sound of Hank’s low grunts and groans. Your eyes blinked a few times, trying to get used to the intense darkness that filled your shared bedroom. You hadn’t forgotten to draw the curtains shut as you didn’t want to be rudely awakened by the bright morning sun in a few hours.

“Hank, baby” your rough voice mumbled as your eyes finally adjusted and saw your boyfriend getting frantic in his sleep. You leaned closer, your body following your head. Now your whole body was facing your restless (but still sleeping) lover, your leg gently coaxed him by the waist and pulled him closer to you while you placed your hand on his warm cheek and admired his handsome face for a few seconds. Hank’s eyes were fluttering as he was deep in his REM sleep and didn’t notice what was happening outside his subconscious. 

“No…” he whispered weakly and gasped softly, his body tensing up. His hand began to move all over the sheets, desperately trying to find something to hold on to. Without hesitation, you grabbed it and intertwined your fingers before gently laying his hand to rest on his chest. Your heart ached in your chest as you knew that your boyfriend was having a bad dream. They occurred a lot the past few weeks as his job was getting the best of him. 

Hank always struggled to not bring the emotions from work back home, but the last three weeks just had been the worst. So many victims had lost their lives in all sorts of tragic and painful ways, Hank hadn’t been able to save them. He unfortunately always had arrived a few minutes too late and the sight of the murder scenes had been haunting him ever since.

“S.Stop…”  he weakly cried out as his chest began to heave up and down quickly. You furrowed your eyebrows in sadness while leaning closer to his face and pressing a soft kiss on his dry lips. He stilled, his brain trying to process your sweet activity. Once it did, your boyfriend let out a very long sigh and you could feel his body relaxing again. To say that your heart swelled up in your chest from pure love and pride would be a big lie, because it did. You knew that your boyfriend loved you, but witnessing that he recognized you and your touch in his deepest slumber meant the world to you.

You smiled to yourself and continued to place sweet and tender kisses all over Hank’s face, loving how he hummed in appreciation and even turned his whole body to you so that he could wrap his strong arms around you. You continued doing this for five more minutes, smiling and chuckling to yourself whenever your boyfriend mumbled your name in his sleep and drew your body closer to his. It was like he was trying to crawl into your skin Once you were sure that Hank’s nightmare was over, you stopped the kisses and cuddled into him, loving the warmth he was radiating off his body. You ended up falling asleep with a small smile on your face, happy that your love was at peace again.

~~~

“Do I have something on my face…?” you questioned in confusion, your gaze locked with Hank’s who was sitting at the other end of the couch, the book you were lost in now resting in your lap. He shook his head with a bright smile on his face, “Then why are you staring at me?”. Your boyfriend didn’t stop staring at you as he stood up and quickly strode to you. 

An amused smile rested on your face when he gently pushed your book off your lap before wrapping his arms around your thick waist. “I remember yesterday…” he confessed to which you shyly looked away and tried to not let the delicate tingles that were coursing through your body due to his touch distract you from the whole situation.

“Thank you [Y/N]” Hank whispered, the love and awe overwhelming him as his heart fluttered in his chest. “You’re what keeps me motivated to stop the bad guys and the only one who keeps me sane. I don’t know what I’d do without you but I don’t even wanna find that out”. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss, your bodies instantly relaxing in each other’s embrace. Your lips moved gently against one another as you tuned out the world and only focused on each other, so happy to be in each other’s lives. 

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[stefanmikaleson1864]

I Didn’t Think You Noticed

Jay Halstead X Plus Size Reader 

A/N: I Know it’s a little short but I hope you all enjoy it. If you like my story please like reblog and comment it means a lot to see interactions on my work ! :) 

Working in Intelligence was your dream job. You weren’t a cop or a detective but you graduated college with a degree in criminology and forensic science. 

You worked with the Chicago Pd your whole career before getting tapped to work intelligence. 

At first the thought of working with Hank Voight scared you. I mean everyone knew his reputation and you didn’t want to get involved with any of it. 

So you originally declined his offer. But when Hank Voights what’s something he gets it. 

He made you such an good offer that you simply couldn’t turn it down. Now about 2 years in and you are super happy you took the job. I mean sure you did some questionable things but you learned to get over it. 

Everyone in the unit was a family. And you always had each others back no matter what. 

That’s part of the reason why you liked the job so much. But there was also another reason why you liked the job so much. 

That reason was Jay Halstead. He was the first to welcome you in the unit. He meant you downstairs and brought you up and helped you get settled

. He showed you around and even helped you unpack . 

He invited you to Molly’s that first night. Ever sense the two of you had grown close. 

There were inside jokes between the two of you and even a whole text chain. You two even went out to different bars wanting a scene away from Molly’s. 

You developed a crush on him pretty fast. I mean come on it was Jay Halstead how could you not

He was so nice and funny and very overprotective. When ever there was a rough case he was there for you. 

When ever he was going through something you were there for him. The two of you always did fun stuff together.

 From going to escape rooms and even though he was a detective Jay could never figure out any of the hints. 

He would always yell and I quote 

“Why the hell are these so hard it shouldn’t be that hard” he yelled

In reality it wasn’t that hard he just made it seem like that. One time you made him go to the ice cream museum  that passed through Chicago. You had to beg him in order to go. 

“Come on Jay it’s going to be fun and I don’t have anyone else to go with” you pleaded 

“Y/N come on I’m a grown ass man i don’t want to go there or do i want to be seen there” he yelled back 

You gave him that famous face where you pleaded with him. You knew he could never say no to that face. 

“Damn it don’t you use that face on me you know I can’t say no” he said 

“Please Jay I’ll go with you to the blackhawks game coming up i’ll even get you good seats” you pleaded 

“Fine but no one finds out about this” he said giving in. 

The two of you went and it was so much fun and even though Jay never openly admitted to it he had just as much or maybe even more fun than you. 

 And you in return also went to the blackhawks and to your surprise it was fun. 

Even though the two of you went out and had all this fun you never told Jay had feelings for him.

 You didn’t want to ruin this friendship. You were never this close to anyone before and you didn’t want to mess it up. 

That is until one day on one of your fun nights out you made Jay go with you to the local fair.

 The two of you eating so much fried food. There was stuff that you ate that you didn’t even could or should be fried. 

Jay even won you a giant stuffed animal. Then he made you sit there for 20 minutes while she showed some kids that he was much stronger than them on that game that made you hit the button as hard as you could and it would measure your strength. 

He held your hand the whole time. You made him go through one of those mirror mazes and laughed as he got so stuck in there. 

Then towards the end of the night there was no denying that you both had to go on the giant ferris wheel. It was the perfect way to end the night. 

He held your hand the whole time and kept flashing that smile at you. Once the two of you got to the very top he looked over at you and said 

“How beautiful is this” he said 

“I know the view is breathtaking” you said 

“I’m not talking about a different view that is very breathtaking” he said 

“What are you” was what you said 

He cut you off and leaned in and kissed you. And you kissed him back it was slow and sweet and it felt like a damn zoo went off in your stomach. 

Once the kiss broke he just kept his hand on your face and smiled 

“I love you Y/n” he said 

“ I didn’t think you noticed me like that” you said honestly. 

“How could I not you are beautiful sexy funny and my day is so much better when your there” he said 

“ I love you to Jay you are the best thing that ever happened to me” you said 

He kissed you again as the ride went down. The two of you got off and held your hand. 

“You know I never thanked you for making all these amazing memories and experiences to help bring me out this shell and bubble” Jay said 

“I knew you were having just as much as me” you said back 

“I would have fun anywhere with you” he said 

“Blah stop being so cheesy” you said laughing making him laugh

“You sound so weird trying to be so cliche and cheesy” you said 

“Shut up I thought it was romantic” Jay said 

“It was very romantic i really appreciate the gesture” you said.

“What ever” he said 

The two of you headed out after that your cheeks were red the whole time. 

“ i was thinking of skydiving next” you said playing with him. 

“Um hell no I have a line I will not cross” He said so fast. 

“ I had to try” you said back 

The two of you made jokes the rest of the way home.  That is why this worked so well. 

The two of you always made each other laugh and happy and kept things young. Bringing out the best in one another. 

This was different from just another relationship. It was more it was  friendship and love and trust. 

Which sounded so cliche but it was true. You shouldn't have doubted yourself because you are most definitely someone worth noticing.

[passionwillow]

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

Hank

I am absolutely melting at this 😩

“Spread your legs, baby, that’s it.. Wider.”

His gravelly voice sends a shiver down your spine, heat pooling between your legs as you obey. The way he’s studying you, the way his brown eyes are gazing like you’re the most beautiful nothing makes you flush.

His hands are calloused and rough as they grab your hips, his eyes moving down to watch as his cock lines up to your entrance. No matter how many times he’s done this you still aren’t prepared for the stretch.

But he’s always gentle. Easing in bit by bit, hovering over you to distract you with a heated kiss. His swallows your whimpers and moans as his cock slowly eases into you, his own grunts muffled against your lips.

He pauses once his hips meet yours, breathing shakily against your lips as he looks down at you. “That’s a good girl, taking it so well.”

Your walls flutter and clench as you adjust to him, and you can’t help but blush as he licks his fingers and slips his hand between you both, middle finger circling your clit. Trying to distract you for the ache and stretch.

Your soft whine is music to his ears, and he can’t hide his smirk as he nudged your cheek with his nose, purring.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

[passionwillow]

I have nothing appropriate to say and everything filthy on my mind.

[passionwillow]

Soft!Voight who is always holding you. Holding you when you’re out at Molly’s, holding you at home while you cook, at night while you sleep. Knowing you’re in his arms and safe is a comfort.

Soft!Voight who always makes sure you’ve had enough water and that you’ve eaten. It doesn’t matter how busy he is at work, he’s always taking time to text you and make sure you’re okay.

Soft!Voight who handles you like glass. Soft touches as he cups your cheeks, kisses you and holds you. Soft touches as he washes you in the shower or plays with your hair.

Soft!Voight who loves to shower with you. Skin to skin, intimate, getting to wash your body and admire you as you talk about your day.

Soft!Voight who is always the one to wipe your tears. He can’t stand seeing you upset, seeing you cry, so he’s the first one to comfort you.

Soft!Voight who loves making dinner for you. He loves it when you sit on the counter and talk to him as he makes up your favorite meal, or throws together something new.

Soft!Voight who takes in all the stray animals because he knows how much you love them. A lost dog that’s starving, a little kitten with no mom, he brings them in and gives you that knowing look.

[passionwillow]

Dating Voight Includes..

I'll be answering more requests tomorrow, but I needed to write this because FUCK I love this man so much.

Warnings: Some smut, 18+

The softness this man displays with you has everyone confused and surprised. The softness in his face, the smile that turns his mouth up, the way his hands handle you so gently..

He is so protective. It can almost be annoying at times, but you know he worries. He has a target on him with his work and history, so letting you go alone anywhere.. It worries him.

Anything you stress or worry about he wants to take off your plate. Money, car troubles, literally the smallest things he'll take care of for you.

He's busy a lot, but he always finds time to stop and see you. Coffee, lunch, late dinners. If he can't make it, he's someone to check on you. Erin, Antonio, Olinsky. He needs to know you're okay.

If you don't already own a gun or know how to handle one, he's teaching you. Standing behind you, showing you how to hold and shoot, how to clean and keep it in pristine condition.

Physical contact. When it comes to you, he can't get enough. Hand on your back, your waist, fingers lacing together. Brushing his knuckles along your cheek, playing with your hair.

He LOVES to cook for you! He loves when he can come home before you and get food ready. You come home and the table is set, food laid out and his smile greeting you when you come in.

He loves nothing more than to hear you talk. Talk about your day, your struggles, your hobbies, Shakespeare. He couldn't care less. He'll sit there with a smile and warm eyes, listening with his full attention.

If anyone EVER hurt you.. It's over. Heads will roll. You are the most important thing to him, and he's hunting them down without hesitation. Lives are ending.

The sex.. Oh, the sex. Mind blowing is a mild way to put it. He takes his sweet time with you, kissing slow and sensual. Mouth traveling over every inch of you, taking his sweet time between your thighs.

He loves to bury himself as deep as he can, stretching you open and nudging your cervix each time. He isn't afraid to get a little kinky, cuffs or toys. But hurting you? Impossible.

SHOWER SEX. It's the perfect place for him to unwind, and having you there with him? He has you up against the wall in no time, leg hooked around his waist as he drills you.

He can't stand fighting with you. If a disagreement ever gets heated, he can't sleep or leave until he knows it's okay. He won't ever leave on bad terms.

You won't ever find someone who loves you more.

[passionwillow]

Voight coming home late was nothing new to you. It was really more normal for him to be late than on time. And you understood why. The work he did, the cases he handled.. It was to be expected.

You sit up as soon as you hear him, listening to the soft thud as his boots come off before he makes his way upstairs. Watching him walk into the bedroom with slumped shoulders, his eyes tired. He sits beside you, bed dipping under his weight.

He leans into you and rests his forehead against your shoulder, eyes closing as you look slip a hand into his hair and gently knead.

No words needed to be said. He’s tired, worn out, knuckles bruised and scratched. You hold his hand between yours and squeeze, tracing the cuts and scars on his hands, studying the red stains in the creases and cracks of his skin. You figured most of it wasn’t his blood.

The silence is soothing to him. You never shied away from him, the things he’d had to do to protect his city. He was forever grateful for that.

Eventually you break the silence, whispering.

“Whatever happened, baby, I love you.”

“I know.” His gravely, rough voice is soft in your ear, his arm moving to wrap itself around your middle and anchor you to him. “I love you too.”

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Hank Voight - NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Surprisingly affectionate. He’s always softer with you, but it surprised you at first how soft he could be. He always gives you a gentle kiss when you’re finished, and takes a moment to lay with you. Basking in the afterglow, letting his breathing steady before getting up. He always cleans you up after with gentle hands before grabbing you some water. Then it’s a cuddle fest. Arms locking you in place against his chest. Skin to skin, still naked, tangled up with him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands. They can do some serious damage while he’s at work, but with you he gets to use them for something else. Holding you, caressing you, helping you fold laundry or cook dinner.

On you, he loves your thighs. Soft and plush, he can just grab at them. The way they move when you walk has him thinking the filthiest things. When you wrap them around his waist, or his head..

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has a desperate need to finish inside you. He’s a possessive person. It marks you as his, claims you. Watching your face when he fills you, the way you clench and flutter around his cock. Watching it spill out of you after.

If you’re not down for that, that’s totally fine! Your comfort and consent comes first. He’s content to finish on those delicious thighs or your tummy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a stack of photos of you at work. You in lingerie, nudes you've sent him, any dirty picture you've sent him. He loves to look over them at work. When it's been a stressful day, he knows he won't be home for a while, he'll pull them out and drool.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he knows exactly what he's doing. He can read your body language like a pro and knows exactly what you need and what you like.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to have you caged under him, pressed as close as he can as he thrusts into you. Lips against yours or your cheek, his deep grunts filling your ears as he pushes impossibly deeper. Sometimes he'll place your leg on his shoulder, pushing even deeper and harder each time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely more serious. He feels so lucky to have you in his life and sex isn't anything that's casual to him, it's intimate. If something humorous happens he might chuckle and smile. But otherwise it's all focus.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed and neat enough. He isn't going to shave bare but he definitely is neat with it. On you, he couldn't care less. Shaved bald, full bush, whatever in between. He isn't phased.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He turns into the biggest, softest man. Cupping your cheeks and kissing you so soft and sweet. Take a gentle hold of your neck as he holds you close. Hand on your lower back as he pulls you in. Whispering soft and sweet about how he loves you, calling you all the pet names he can think of.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he's pent up and frustrated, he absolutely does. He's always thinking of you or looking at those pictures. Spilling over his hand with a throaty groan, head thrown back and eyes closed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves to use his cuffs on you. Hands secured above your head to the bed as he holds your hips in a bruising grip, thrusting into you steady and slow. Or, he likes to cuff them behind your back. Pulling your hips back so you're arched for him, taking you from behind.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. The bed, the couch, the kitchen, his office.. Anywhere away from private eyes and he's down. As long as no ones sees you and he can have the moment with you, he doesn't care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do gets him turned on. Your laughter, your smile, watching you cook or clean. Listening to you talk about your day, the way you get excited about work. Just you being you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurt you or embarrass you in anyway. Spanking, hair pulling, biting, that's one thing. But anything that would hurt you, make you bleed, or embarrass you for his enjoyment is off limits.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

(I had a request for something like this so I'm going to elaborate here) He fucking LOVES to eat you out. It borders on obsession. Any chance he has to kneel down between your thighs or lay between them is time well spent. If you give him permission, he'd love to wake you up with his mouth. Take his sweet time licking and sucking and nibbling at your sweet cunt, listening to your sleepy whines as he pleasures you.

He'd never make you give him head or complain if you didn't want to. But if you do, he can't enough of the view. Your pretty eyes gazing up at him as you bob along his cock, mouth full as you moan around his cock. That's one of the view times he actually feels weak in the knees.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, sensual, passionate. He can be rough sometimes, a sharp slap to your ass or pulling your hair as he thrusts into you. Bites and marks all over your neck and chest. But he isn't one to rail you at a fast pace. Sex is something he wants to take his time with and thoroughly enjoy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's down for quickies. Stressed out at work, out at a bar, when he wants you he wants you. Pressed up against the wall in the bathroom, sitting on his desk in his office. He'll take the time to fuck you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He'd be willing to try some new things. Taking you in the patrol car has always been a fantasy of his. The risk of getting caught in public always gets him going.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina seems never ending, you're usually the one tapping out. He could go for 3 rounds easy, usually more. He has enough self control to hold back his own orgasm just to see you fall apart under him over and over.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have toys but if you did, he's down to try them out. Especially the vibrators. Holding one to your clit while he thrusts into you, overstimulating you for hours just to watch the mess you make.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases so much it's cruel. Sneaky touches when you're together that drive you crazy, like grabbing your ass or holding your thigh. He'll make you wait all day and then make you cum over and over, he loves to overstimulate you. See just how much you can take.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His voice and low and sexy as is, but his moans? That alone could get you wet. His deep grunts, gravely moans and groans, his panting.. He isn't shy about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves when you flip and take charge of him. Cuff him and ride him, or cuff him to blow him. He trusts you to be in that vulnerable position.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oh we KNOW it's big. Definitely girthy, 6-7 inches, slightly curved to the right. Just a lil.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Once he met you, sky high. He can't get nearly enough of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always waits to make sure you're asleep and cozy. Once you are, he's falling asleep an hour or so later.

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Texts you’d get from Hank Voight ♥️

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I can take them both (not in a fight)

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Hank Taking Care Of You When You’re Drunk Includes…

DRINK RESPONSIBLY AND DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE

- Hank thinks you’re absolutely hysterical when you’re drunk.

- You’ve always been a pretty blunt person, but it’s ten times worse when you drink and he loves to see the shocked expressions on people’s faces.

- He won’t hover around you when you drink, but his eyes are never leaving you. He’ll watch as you move around from friend to friend, smiling at the flush in your cheeks.

- He watches you hug Gabby and pull her out to dance with you, or the way you drag Olinsky out and force him to join (that’s especially amusing to him).

- Hank isn’t one for dancing at a bar, and you never pressure him to. He loves watching you better.

- Guarding your drinks with his life (and your friend’s drinks too). He would love for someone to try and spike it so he can smack the shit out of someone.

- Once you hit a certain point with your alcohol, you get clingy. You make your way back to Hank and carefully climb into your chair, leaning into him and snuggling close.

- He holds you to his side and kisses your head, voice low and gruff. “Ready to head home, babe?”

- You give in with a drowsy hum and he’s helping you up, supporting most of your weight as he gets you to his car.

- He doesn’t flinch when you have to puke in the parking lot before even leaving. His hand slips into his pocket and he’s prepared with a hair tie.

- He drives home in a flash and decides it’s easier to just carry you up into the bathroom, helping you brush your teeth and clean up before bringing you to bed.

- He watches the drunk, content smile on your face as he pulls your clothes off and can’t help but chuckle, guiding your jelly limbs into one of his button up’s before finally laying with you.

- You curl up into him without a thought, and he’s holding you close as you look up at you.

- “I have like-.. a really big crush on you.” You say with a bright grin, and he’s letting out one of those rare laughs as he kisses your cheek. “That’s funny, I have a crush on you too.”

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What about text messages from Hank Voight 🤔 🥰🥰

Gladly 🥰

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Handle With Care

Thank you, you guys, for all the continued support. ❤️ This has been sitting in my drafts for so long. Just some short little cuteness.

Warnings: none, fluff and fuzziness

It was a rare day Hank stayed in bed with you in the morning. He was always up early, even on his occasional day off, finding something to work on or do. He left the unwinding for late at night.

But today, a Sunday away from the office, he was still here. His arms around your middle, your head on his bare chest as sunlight came through the open window. You could hear the birds chirping outside and the sounds of the city blending behind it.

"Want some breakfast, baby?" Hank's low voice broke the comfortable silence, his fingertips running slow and featherlight over your back. You hummed noncommittal and looked up at him, his brown eyes soft as they studied you. "In a bit.. I'm enjoying having you here too much."

His smile sent a flutter of butterflies to your stomach, his hand stopping on your lower back to pull you further into him. His free hand brushed your hair back behind your ear, thumb running back and forth along your cheek. “I’m glad I could stay home today.”

“Me too,” you spoke softly, head nuzzling his hand. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he smiled. You couldn’t help the grin that split your face as you sat up on your elbow, face now inches from the older man. His eyes flickered to your lips before he and leaned in, capturing your mouth with his.

This kiss was gentle and unhurried, his hand sliding into your hair and holding you in place as his lips found that familiar pace with yours. The feel of his soft mouth against yours, his taste.. It was all like home for you.

You gently pulled away and grinned as he tried to follow your lips, Hank settling back on the pillows with a matching smile. “Was that a no to breakfast?”

“I could go for some breakfast,” you laughed, starting to kicking the covers off and get up. You yelped as you felt a pair of arms around your middle, Hank dragging you back into the mattress and chuckling in your ear.

“I was thinking breakfast in bed.”