#kevin atwater x f!reader

[strwbrrykss]

𝖉𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐 | 𝖐. 𝖆𝖙𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗

{𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕} 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆: Daddy Kink 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: Kevin Atwater 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: THIS IS AN 18+/MDNI EVENT, language, brat!reader, Daddy Dom!Kevin, overstimulation, begging, use of a vibrator, if I missed anything lmk!

                                                     -/-/-

It had come about harmlessly. An open conversation between you and Kevin one night where you put your cards on the table. Talking about what you wanted to explore and try out in the bedroom. It was a conversation you both equally participated in and worked out how to proceed.

“Kev... Is there something you’re not telling me?” He shrugged and seemed to become a touch unsettled, as though he was unsure about what to say.

“No - I mean... There’s somethin’ else I wanna try -”

“I’m listening,” you assured him, putting yourself in his lap and resting your hands on his shoulders.

“How would you feel about - About callin’ me -”

“Daddy?” you guessed and the way he swallowed hard gave you his answer.

“I’d be okay with that, Kev.”

And it had snowballed from there. The title had worked its way into more or less everyday life, no matter how much you tried to deny it. It was only ever out of earshot of others and in the privacy of your apartment. Like this very moment, where you were sat at the opposite end of the sofa to Kevin, your legs clenched together as he changed the frequency of the vibrator he’d put into your needy cunt just two hours before.

“Kev - please, please!” you pleaded with a whimper as you closed your eyes and clenched around the vibrator as he changed it again from his phone.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. You know the rules...” he taunted and continued watching the 90s sitcom re-run on TV.

“I’m s-sorry. I’ll behave next time -” He laughed, almost. A half-assed chuckle that passed his lips with an exhale. Another climax inched closer and you found it increasingly more difficult to focus. Growing desperate and needy, you eased yourself to the floor and shuffled across to position yourself at Kevin’s feet.

“Please - I wanna cum, so bad -”

“You shoulda thought about that before you went mouthin’ off. You know what I’m waiting for, sweetheart.” Kevin changed the frequency again and you couldn’t help but grip his thigh and screw your eyes shut as the sensations rocked your aching clit and made it hard to breathe. Kevin reached out and ran his thumb along your bottom lip, before pushing it into your mouth, with no resistance.

Your moans and whimpers were muffled by the addition of his thumb, but they were still loud enough to compete with the noise of the TV. When he changed the frequency or pattern of the vibrations, he only gave you a few minutes to adjust before changing it again, just to keep you on the edge of release. Eventually, you removed his thumb from your mouth and looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Please, Daddy,” you pleaded with a desperate keen when you shifted slightly and pushed the vibrator further against that one spot that made your eyes roll ever so slightly. Kevin sat up and muted the TV, now paying attention to you.

“What do you want, babygirl?”

“- Wanna cum! I wanna cum so bad, Daddy.” The more you begged and pleaded with him, the harder he seemed to get. It was even more obvious than normal, since he was wearing his favourite grey sweatpants.

“I think you can take it for another minute or two,” he stated coolly and sat back, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to free his half-hard cock from its confines. You practically started drooling on the spot at the sight of Kevin stroking himself slowly and deliberately, base to head, whilst you could only look, not touch.

“You gonna be a good girl from now on?” You nodded frantically and despite wanting to reach out and stroke him yourself, you knew better.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he goaded with a smug grin, sinking further into the sofa as he watched you with heavy eyes.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be good,” you promised, though in the back of your mind, you knew that you’d find another, new way to act up tomorrow. When he gave you the go-ahead, you climbed into Kevin’s lap, trying not to move too suddenly or sit down too hard.

Kevin pulled down your pyjama bottoms, revealing you still had no underwear on, and your slick cunt was his for the taking. When he turned the vibrator off and pulled it out, you felt unbelievably empty. Though that feeling didn’t stay for long when Kevin got you by the hips and pulled you down onto him, all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck!” you cried, your head spinning with white-hot ecstasy. Another laugh rumbled from Kevin’s chest as he let you steady yourself first.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, Daddy - so good...” Without having to be told, you began to rock and bounce on Kevin’s cock, the only input he had was his hands on your waist, controlling your pace and nothing else.

It felt beyond euphoric to finally be able to feel all of him and not have the dizzying string of almost-orgasms that came with using the vibrator. Evidently, that was one of the reasons Kevin loved it so much - perhaps more than you.

“See, I knew you could be a good girl.”

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 05/12/2024

I’m back! Two weeks in a row!

Very good Nerdie. We appreciate this. We’ve been keeping tabs and you’ve been busy this week.

I did dabble in a few things this week.

A new discord server started by myself and my friend fhatbhabie for Latinx/Black/POC Pedro stans. It’s one of those things where I shouldn't have been as surprised by the overwhelming support for it as I was. It’s actually been pretty awesome and I’ve had very thoughtful DMs. The name of the server is Unhinged Clubhouse.

I wrote my first mostly smut fic in a while with Dave York. Trule wasn’t expecting him of all Pedro characters but, the smut fairy does what she wants, when she wants and I just gotta roll with it. It was another entry for Jett’s Flora & Fauna Challenge. 

Going through my inbox - mostly caught up but still a few outstanding replied to be made. Sorry about that.

Lastly, working on WIPs and deciding in addition to working more on Weddings 101 with Dieter, which other series I’ve been working on did I want to pop out there? Frankie and Ezra’s series are finished and I think I might wrap up the on Din series in the next part or two. The other Din series I have to workshop a bit. I have ideas of who I want to pop up next from Star Wars, I just need to work it in. 

Also Weddings Dieter: Sesame Street, Reading Rainbow and cheese? How do we feel about this? I also could use some help in deciding between the following for my next series: Marcus Pike vs. hot dogs + therapy, me finally writing nice things for Javi P, Dieter + brick house + you and a baby, and Pero Tovar + Dragon for revenge? 

Lastly, does anyone have some prompts for nipples? It sounds weird, but consider, this is me. Also with @mysterious-moonstruck-musings influence, I have a weird bullet point list and made a horrible drawing. I just need to write something so it will leave my mind. I hope. 

Side note: Nerdie now has reblogs queued up to July 21st. The queue shall know no rest! 😎

Nerdie, like are you sure there’s no recreational use of anything? Like really sure?

Nah, these ideas are all from a sober mind. And I shudder to think what I would be like if I did, so I don’t partake. Mainly because I’m a scaredy cat and also my alcohol tolerance is low. Plus I like mixed drinks. 🤭

Now it’s time for everyone’s favorite part:

Fic recommendations! I read a lot this week!

1. Worth A Thousand Words by @intoanotherworld23 (Joel Miller x f reader)

2. Chapter 1 - Howdy Neighbor! by @inept-the-magnificent (Frankie Morales x Plus sized OFC)

3. A Rugged Kindness by @pedropascalsx (Pero Tovar x F reader)

4. Just the Lilac by @djarinmuse (Dieter Bravo x F reader/OC)

5. Torment Part 2 - Terror by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

6. Torment Part 3 - Horror by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

7. Torment Part 4 - Wounded by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

8. Torment Part 5 - Victims by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

9. Torment Part 6 - Trauma by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

10. Torment Part 7 - Healing by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

11. Fall Into You by @megamindsecretlair (Kevin Atwater x black fem/plus size reader)

12. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 1: Meat Cute by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

13. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 2: One Bed by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

14. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 3: Happily Ever After by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

15. So Much Goddamn Talkin’ by @stargirlfics (Joel Miller x Black fem reader)

16. To the Flame chapter fourteen by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) DDDE

17. Scattered Promises chapter 1 by @soft-persephone (Din Djarin x AFAB OFC)

18. Waffles and Cigarettes by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Javier Peña x fem reader)

This week I hope to have a new series up, maybe chapter six of Weddings 101 and my entry for the Dieter Bravo Brainrot Serve club challenge (it’s slightly over the word count - I’m going to see if it will still make sense on another edit). I dunno if all of those will happen, but at least one of them should. 

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie! 🥰 💜💜💜

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

(NOT YET, BUT SOON, KEEP READING).

VOTE HERE.

I’m close to reaching 1500 followers and I’ve been thinking all day about what I could do to celebrate it. There are the ideas:

30 days of HOW X CHARACTER WOULD REACT TO.

Short scenes. Writtings with less than 300 words.

15 days of IMAGINE YOUR OTP.

Short scenes too. You can find a lot of ideas by searching them on Pinterest.

15 days of HEADCANONS.

15 days of DRABBLES with prompts.

7 days of SMUT.

And I will write for the next characters:

Din Djarin.

Poe Dameron (maybe)

Javier Peña.

Frankie Morales (maybe).

Bucky Barnes.

Steve Rogers.

Daryl Dixon.

Negan.

Mayans MC (any character).

SOA: Happy Lowman, Chibs Telford, Jackson Teller and Tig Trager.

Chicago PD: Hank Voight, Antonio Dawson and Kevin Atwater.

Chicago Fire: Christopher Herrmann and Wallace Boden (with daughter!reader)

I’d appreciate it a lot if you repost to spread the word! 💖

[imagines-for-the-unpopular]

Happiness

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Reader

Warnings: none, except it’s really cheesy

Request: anonymus

Can I request prompts 54 and/or 57 for Kevin Atwater dating a reader who is use to putting everybody’s needs before her own and Kev starts to notice it taking a toll

Word count: 901

A/N: I reworded a bit one of the prompts. I hope you like it anon, thank you for requesting!

You were always there for everybody, you were the rock who many people could count on always. Being a first responder yourself you knew you had to sacrifice a lot of things in order to do the job right. No one  told you that one day you would have to sacrifice even your happiness. It was just too much, you got tired. You barely saw your boyfriend, Kevin, between your work and his work, you didn’t have much time together anymore. Many people could lean on you and you supported them through everything, but in order to do that you needed Kevin by your side, to support you.

After weeks of doing your shifts and not seeing each other, you were happy that the stars finally aligned in your favour and both of you got off shift at the same time, so you planned a date. You were so excited to go out with Kevin and have fun.

As soon as your shift was over in the firehouse you quickly packed up your back and headed out, but you weren’t fast enough, somebody rushed after you.

“Hey, y/n, wait up” Stella called after you, you reluctantly turned around, but still managed to put a smile on your face.

“What is it Stella?” you asked, your voice more hostile than the usual, but Stella didn’t notice.

“So I was thinking and we should go to the  Molly’s tonight and chat a little more, you won’t believe my new idea. It’s going to rock. Oh and I could also tell you about what Kelly said yesterday and I am not sure what he mean and…” she just talked and talked and you were already running late. You were annoyed as hell.

“Stella!” you started louder than you should have “Can’t this wait?” you asked sounding angry, you weren’t mad at Stella, but at the world. Stella stared at you stunned. “Sorry, I have to go.” you said in the end, as you hurried away. You knew you would regret your outburst later, but you just wanted to get out of there.

On the drive home you could feel the tears welling up, you were angry at yourself, because of how you treated Stella. As you turned the corner for your street, you could already see Kevin waiting for you in front of your house. You quickly parked your car and got out of the car to rush up to him. He was smiling as soon as he noticed you. You immediately engulfed him in a hug and you buried your face in his chest. Listening to his steady heartbeat always calmed you down. Upon seeing your distress Kevin pulled you closer, laying a kiss on the top of your head.

“Hey, hey what is it girl?” he asked still holding you tight.

“It’s nothing” you mumbled into his chest, still not letting go, finally feeling content and whole again in his arms.

“Sure not seems like nothing to me” he insisted and you knew he wouldn’t let it go, so with a sigh you leaned back slightly to look up to him.

“Well…” you started reluctantly “I may or may not have snapped at Stella”

“What happened?” he asked, looking concerned.

“She wanted to go out for a drink, but I was so tired and I just wanted to get out of there and I was so rude! How could I do that? I am such a shitty friend!” you exclaimed with panic in your eyes, but Kevin was already shaking his head no.

“Don’t do that y/n! Don’t punish yourself over this!”

“I shouldn’t have act like that” you tried to argue, but Kevin had more to say.

“You made a mistake, but that’s okay. You are not perfect. No one expects you to be. You are amazing and kind and everybody can count on you. But everybody needs a break, even you!” he said and you already felt yourself so much better. This was why you needed him so much from day one.

“You are right” you smiled up at him.

“Of course I am right” he smiled back at you “Come now, if I am correct you have a date to attend.” Your smile grew just at hearing that and you felt so much happier than just moments before.

“I sure do” you stepped out of his embrace and he pulled you after him to his car. As soon as you were on the road your eyes glued to him and you couldn’t stop smiling. At a red light he looked at you.

“Don’t you wanna know where are we going?” he asked.

“I don’t care as long as I am with you” you answered honestly, never taking off your eyes of him. He observed you with a smile of his own.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy in a long time. It’s nice.” he said.

“You always make me happy” you admitted, leaning closer to kiss him sweetly “I love you Kevin. So much” you whispered.

“I love you too y/n” he whispered back, but a honk disturbed your soft moment. The light turned red and the car behind you were in a hurry. Both of you just laughed at the situation. After driving on, Kevin took your hand into his and interlaced your fingers. Your smile was persistent on your face. You got your happiness back.

[halsteadssneakylink]

character list

everything is x f!reader unless specified otherwise

if you want gn! or m!reader be sure mention it when you ask

the age of the characters determine the age of the reader (i won’t write anything with an illegal age gap)

the boys

frenchie

mothers milk

billy butcher

starlight (annie january)

kimiko

bridgerton

simon basset

anthony bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

kathani sharma

chicago fire

kelly severide

stella kidd

matt casey

sylvie brett

brian “otis” zvonecek

leslie shay

peter mills

chicago med

connor rhodes

will halstead

ethan choi

maggie lockwood

april sexton

chicago pd

jay halstead

erin lindsay

hailey upton

kevin atwater

adam ruzek

antonio dawson

eternals

thena

ikarus

ajak

kingo

gilgamesh

full house

jesse katsopolis

greys anatomy

meredith grey

christina yang

jackson avery

derek shepherd

addison montgomery

mark sloane

lexi grey

callie torres

hawaii five-0

steve mcgarrett

danny williams

chin ho kelly

kono kalakaua

adam noshimuri

kickin it

jack brewer

jerry martinez

kim crawford

mcu

steve rogers

tony stark

natasha romanoff

bruce banner

bucky barnes

sam wilson

wanda maximoff

stephen strange

t’challa

loki

yelena belova

carol danvers (pre & post powers)

mission impossible

ethan hunt

ilsa faust

benji dunn

august walker

narnia

peter pevensie

susan pevensie

edmund pevensie

caspian

outer banks

john b

jj

pope

sarah cameron

topper

rafe

the punisher

frank castle

billy russo

dinah madani

scandal

olivia pope

fitzgerald grant

abby whelan

harrison wright

shadow and bone

alina starkov

aleksander morozova (general kirigan/the darkling)

kaz brekker

nina zenik

jesper fahey

inej gafa

matthias

genya

star trek (aos)

james tiberius “jim” kirk

leonard “bones” mccoy

s’chn t’gai spock

nyota uhura

montgomery scott

hikaru sulu

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

dad!bobby singer x child!reader

demon!dean

soulless!sam

svu

olivia benson

rafael barba

nick amaro

dominick “sonny” carisi

to all the boys

lara jean

john ambrose

peter kavinsky

margot

christine

trevor

top gun

pete “maverick” mitchell

nick “goose” bradshaw

tom “iceman” kazansky

charlotte blackwood

penny benjamin

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

jake “hangman” seresin

javy “coyote” machado

natasha “phoenix” trace

robert “bob” floyd

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

rpf

ben barnes

chris evans

glen powell

jared padalecki

jensen ackles

karl urban

leo howard

noah centineo

oscar issac

scarlett johansson

sebastian stan

sophia bush

[ldouble]

Slumming It | Kevin Atwater X Reader (Chicago PD)

summary: When pulled into an undercover op for the Intelligence Unit, you couldn’t be more excited. The only person who catches your hesitation is your boyfriend. A lot is unsaid in the bullpen, your relationship being one of them.

gif is not mine :)

“You keep looking at me like that and they’re gonna know you’re slumming it with a uniform.”

Your words were punctuated by the complete zip of the knee high leather boots. But it wasn’t till the hell smacks the concrete of the locker room does Kevin look up at you, unimpressed with your statement.

You tilted your head at him, hoping it aided your humor. All it did was send the little eye contact held fleeting.

“I’m not slumming it with a uniform.” Kevin shook his head toward the ground, until he realized what he just said. “I’m not slumming it with you, either.”

Your hands found the other boot, a sigh escaping your lips at how much the tight fitting accessory is going to fit. “You’re tripping up, Atwater,” It glided up with little effort, giving you the chance to cross your legs and look across the room. “I can see Ruzek getting on your ass already.”

“Can you stop with-”

“Or is Halstead sending a sly smirk at you?”

Your light heartedness has no place in the backlit changing room and even little place in a situation like this. Joking about your boyfriend’s friends finding out about his relationship, with you standing there dressed like a hooker, all while working an undercover op...you should’ve stuck with commenting about how the color of the dress did absolutely nothing for your eyes.

Still, Kevin would’ve found a way to call you out. He was quiet but that just meant he spent more time listening. He was done with your ill timed jokes.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip, knowing you pinched a nerve. You didn’t know what to worry about more - the way you just embarrassed yourself in front of a member of the Intelligence Unit or how you insulted your boyfriend.

You hated that the latter took priority.

You found Kevin’s eyes, too dark to read. But the look he was giving you - an analytical gaze mixed with what looked like frustration with the furrow in his brow - had you resorting back to your go-to.

“We uniforms aren’t used to working anyone other than a partner.”

You could hear the worry in your voice growing as each word entered the space. If the tone didn’t solidify his assumption, the choked laugh you gave did it. Nothing said “Can I do this?” like a meek laugh.

Girlfriends worried.

Cops did no such thing.

Straightening your posture you released your hair held in a tight ponytail. Shaking it out, you offered a smile. “Having your team at my disposal just got to my head for a second.”

Kevin pursed his lips, his arms crossed defensively over his chest. He looked great, done up in his own undercover wardrobe. Of course, his wasn’t as extreme as yours.

You were pretending to be a hooker. Short dress, fishnet stockings and heels that were nearly half your height. And that wasn’t including the heel. You hadn’t looked in the mirror after Trudy bombarded you. The amount of lipstick you could just feel on you made you want to wipe it off.

Kevin on the other hand was just supposed to be him. Tall and handsome, a drink of water to fit in right among the elites of this Hookah Bar you were raiding. Minus the badge, you could’ve sworn this look of a blazer and dark jeans had made an appearance at your front door. As well as your bedroom floor at one point or another.

He walked forward, hands finding your shoulders gently, his eyes pouring into yours. He took your breathe away. Or maybe that was the anxiety creeping up on you.

“We’re not at your disposal. We’re on your side.” You couldn’t help but lean into his palm as it crept up your shoulder. “We have your back.”

“Better you than this dress.”

Again, he didn’t find it funny. You sighed, nodding in all seriousness. “You have my back.”

Giving up on the idea of convincing him with a look of complete and utter confidence (you were saving that for the mission) you strode past him, grabbing the furry white jacket off the end of the bench.

On your way, you gave him some of the rope to tug at.

“That easy to tell I’m nervous?” You asked, slipped the fur over your shoulders.

He followed your steps, the pink handbag looking teeny in his grasp. “You uniforms got no damn poker face.”

You chuckle at that, feeling better with him in a joking mood. It was forced, you could tell by the way his tongue was sticking out between his lips, but you didn’t call it out. Humor came to everybody in their own ways. Yours was easier to cling to.

“Yeah, well without a uniform I’m sure it’ll get better.” You accepted the bag, twirling it in your fingers.

“Better?” Kevin asked with offense. “Gonna be the best. Why else would we bring you up?” He whispered in your ear as you made your way to the garage.

You pretended to think for a second before turning around, tiptoeing backwards and tracing his collar.

“For you to oggle me.”

The sound of the door opening snapped you back to reality. This was work. You might’ve been pretending to be a hooker but you weren’t on the job yet. Definitely not with a colleague who you would never do such a thing with.

Kevin caught the door, holding it open for you. As you walked past you gave your best respectable-just-another-day-in-the-office smile. But upon his next words, it was hard to keep it up.

“Like I’d show them I’m slumming it with you.”

----

Slumming it, you were definitely not.

You had quested the expensive dress placed in your locker. Why did a hooker did a $500 piece of clothing that barely covered her ass? Because as a high class hooker, expensive taste breeds....expensive tasters.

Men. With money.

But there was only one man you wanted.

He had money, sure.

But he also had guns.

A whole warehouse and business of illegal firearms. Chicago, ever the “Heart of America” was this guy’s selling point. Everything shipped here and then shipped out.

But a man he was. A man with needs. Expensive needs on short time. Besides, he had cash to burn. Made sense he booked it to this club, paid for a girl, had his way with her, and then was onto a business deal with a couple AK-47s by dawn.

Lucky you, getting a front row seat to it all.

You really hoped all you got was a seat. You really didn’t want to have to go to bed with this guy.

Jay would hopefully make sure of that. Imploring a deal on this guy’s “night out”. Who could resist making some money while spending it on something as pretty as me?

You gulped, remembering your first date with Kevin. He paid for the meal, quoting something similar. He couldn’t believe I had said yes to going out. He insisted on paying.

Tough as nails he was in his bullet proof vest. Beneath it, a teddy bear with manners of every mother’s dream.

“Aye, mami, how you doing?”

You turned to the fourth? fifth? guy who approached you, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. He was security, like every other guy who had hit on you yet, and not your target.

They really thought protecting their bosses wasn’t their job. Trying to catch the runner ups was their priortiy.

“Looking for something a bit better than that.” You heard Ruzek say over the comms.

“She’s got standards,” You looked over your shoulder toward Kevin, posted at a table near by. He sent a quick wink before finishing his statement. “As every girl should.”

“High ones, too.” You whispered.

You knew he was rolling his eyes, more so at you chiming in than your hint at your secret boyfriend’s height, but missed it since your view became full by another presence.

“Hi to you, too.”

Bingo.

You smiled at the man you had waiting for all night. One glance at his opening jacket, shimmering from the gun strapped in on both sides, and you knew this was the one. You’d been studying his face for weeks, of course. But nothing said arms dealer like...arms.

Arms that you felt wrapping around you.

Arms that you had to embrace.

It wasn’t the guy that had you nervous. Or the situation. Hell, you felt fine pretending to be a hooker. You had your team behind you.

You also had your boyfriend watching. That’s what made you resistance to accepting the embrace, taking in the fluttery whispers, and nodding at the invitation to his booth.

It was one thing to go undercover and flirt. A whole other when doing it in front of the one person you were undercover with and wanted to flirt with.

You were a cop first, you reminded yourself as you sat down on the plush velvet sofa. You were a cop, you repeated at lips found your neck.

Where the hell was Jay? Swooping in to make this deal? Get you out of this?

“Hey man, hate to intrude here.”

You froze for the first time at the sound of that voice.

A voice you loved to hear. But not here. Not with some other guy all up on you.

The dealer let his grip loosen on you and as he turned toward the newest addition to the booth you got your first clear look at it.

Your secret boyfriend.

Currently playing an undercover role he was not assigned to. All while you were undercover as a hooker attempting to get in good with a well known criminal.

The rest of the team was having just as much of a frenzy on your ear piece. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jay panicking, not so much as ten feet away.

Kevin must’ve beat him to it.

Something told you it wasn’t the want to be the bad guy. Rather, break up the bad guy and you.

He had your back. Too much this time.

The target felt the same way, attempting to shake him off and coming back to you for more.

Your eyes met Kevin’s - more hallow than earlier - over the shoulder of the suspect. It sent you freezing again. What were you to do? Blow cover to save a relationship just as hidden? Or keep this going and lose something you never would’ve really had?

“I like seeing you work.” You giggled, gently pushing him off of you. Your eyes glimmered with fake admiration (really anxiety bubbling up) but it did the trick. You didn’t even have to use your line about how you would work for him later.

Taking the bait, he spun and began chatting with Kevin.

Unfortunately, he liked his work and play mixing. A hand found your leg, circling your knee. Kevin’s gaze never left the dealer’s but you could tell it was killing him. The toothpick, which had been loosely hanging out his mouth earlier, was now being gritted together so loud you could hear it over the music.

What was more obvious than his clear discomfort? The hand sneaking its way up your leg. No amount of disco lights or smoke from nearby bongs could hide the manly grasp on your thigh.

Even when he lifted your skirt up you couldn’t flinch. He was so close to admitting it all. He’d skimmed the numbers and the details but if Kevin pressed a little bit harder...

“Tell me more.”

Kevin’s eyes had swiftly found the connection on your leg. It wasn’t obvious enough for concern but his tone was. It was distant. Unfocused. Everything a dealer didn’t want in a deal, no matter the environment.

“You don’t seem interested in enough.”

“I am.” You giggled.

Damn. You were too quick to jump. He gave you a disapproving look and you could see it all falling. Everything you had worked for. Gone because you were trying to protect this case more than your real relationship.

“Not as much as me, girl.” Kevin spat.

He caught both of your attention’s, scooting closer. “I want armory. I know you have it. I can swear on the things you’re gonna do to this girl tonight, you can get it to be by tomorrow.”

OK, you weren’t the only one putting work before romance.

The thought scared you for a second but you had more to worry about. Most importantly, the feverish squeeze of your thigh that bloomed from the exciting prospect of a business deal.

The guy said it himself, shaking hands with Kevin and giving all the details we needed for a case.

You were stunned how good this was going. It was all falling into place.

Kevin seemed just as shocked too, sitting there silently...which was very unlike the bold player he was pretending to be.

Of course, no story has a perfectly happy ending.

The fault in the plan, the lack of calling out the safe word to trigger the team flying in.

The word slumming (your choice) barely crossed your mind before the guy’s lips were on yours and he was hurting you with such force.

You felt trapped for what felt like eternity (with your boyfriend looking on at least) but what was really seconds before he was ripped off of you.

“Get your hands off of her!” Kevin threw the guy on the ground, the gun in his belt loaded and aimed at his head.

He looked back at you once his hands were up, breathing heavy. OK, it had messed with his head as much as yours.

A little too much, though.

Because the next thing you knew, Kevin was kicked to the ground and the dealer was grabbing his own gun.

Thankfully, you were wearing a uniform more fit for the job.

In seconds you clashed with the arms dealer, hitting down hard on his hand to realize the gun in his grasp while simultaneously grabbing the other pistol from his pocket. Just as you lifted it up to aim it, Kevin was forcing him onto the booth, hands behind his back.

“Chicago PD!” Had just left your lips as the rest of the team came by. You breathed out, no longer having to play it cool.

Kevin was also given a break when Jay came in to take him away. In two steps he was in front of you, releasing the gun from your hand and pulling you close.

“I’m never letting you out of that uniform ever again.” He muffled into your head before tipping your chin up.

You smiled, cutting the distance between your lips till they grazed his when you spoke. “You can try all you want but I know you love seeing me out of it.”

Kevin pulled your close, squashing whatever space lay between you two.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” Ruzek called out with a holler, bringing you both to reality.

Out of the corner of your eye. you saw Kevin stumble a hand flying over his head as he thought on his feet.

You took a step forward, a hand on Kevin’s chest. “Kevin is slumming it with me, a uniform.”

Laughs erupted from the team, Voight shaking his head.

Kevin saddled up beside you, pulling you close once again.

“How many times I gotta say I’m not slumming it with you?”

“A million. “You shrugged. “I did have to lower my very high standards for-”

You words went unfinished as his lips found yours again.

You didn’t mind, thought. There’d be another undercover case sooner or later. You could tell him then how it was you who lucked out.

The End

[imagines-for-the-unpopular]

Insecurities

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Reader

Warnings: depression

Request: anonymus

Prompts 10. Please don’t abandon me—not like everyone else and 28. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, you understand? - with Kevin Atwater? Basically just angst/fluff 💖

Word count: 937

A/N: It turned out really different than I first planned, I think I just projected this onto my depressed life, but I hope you still like it <3 Also I am planning to make a taglist, so let me know if you want to be added and to which fandoms.

It was one those days again, when it was hard to see the brightside of anything. You were supposed to go on a date, but they forgot to come, leaving you all alone waiting outside a coffee shop. After the disappointment you just needed to walk, think a little why this is always happening to you, so you took the long way home. You were buried in your thoughts and tears started to fall on your cheeks. So many times happened things like this, not just with dates, but friends also and now you truly felt alone. You know you could count on your colleagues at CPD, but it wasn’t the same. You were trying to wipe the tears away, not to further embarrass yourself in public, when a car pulled up beside you.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your name from the car, now really noticing the familiar vehicle. You stepped closer, bending down a little to verify you suspicion. Yes, it was Kevin.

“Kev!” a small smile graced your lips, happy to see a friendly face. Your eyes still red from the crying was a sign couldn’t be overlooked by Kevin.

“Hey, what's wrong?” he asked concern lacing his features.

“It's nothing, really. It was nice to see you, but now I have to go.” you said hurriedly, not wanting to bother anybody with your problems. After one last, small smile you continued your way down the road, but Kevin just couldn't let that.

“Wait, y/n!” he called after you, as he get out of the car, hurrying after you. You stopped dead in your tracks, not turning around, since your tears started to fall again. You hated how vulnerable you seemed at that moment, especially in front of someone you always fancied. Kevin catched up to you, but didn't make a move. “y/n, please, tell me what's wrong so I can help.”

His soft voice convinced you that he really wanted to help, but it was a little hard to trust that somebody cared at all after the day you had, but it was Kevin, you could always count on him. You slowly turned around, hope clearly written on you face.

“Do you really care?” you asked as you looked up at him, trying to search for his answer and the truth of his words in his eyes.

“Of course I do” he grabbed your hands never losing eye contact, “I will always care, okay? Come, I will take you home.”

“Okay” and with that you just believed him. From then on he always looked after you and from a friendship something more blossomed with time, but you fears never left for too long.

***

It was a typical lazy Saturday, when neither of you had to work and you could just relax in bed until the afternoon and just enjoy each other’s company. Lately your insecurities were more prominent, you were too happy for too long and you started to get worried it won’t last. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, you had to be sure, he will stick with you, you couldn’t take any more disappointment, after some of your friends ditched you, again.

“Kevin?”

“Hm?” Kevin hummed signaling that he is all ears, even though his eyes are closed.

“Please don’t abandon me—not like everyone else” you softly pleaded, even surprising youself. Kevin’s eyes shot open, worry etching his face.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” he asks as he sits up, you follow his lead, but trying to avoid his gaze. Now you feel yourself embarrassed, you didn’t want to let those words fall from your lips. “y/n” he pleads, softly grabbing your chin and leading your gaze to his “Please talk to me, tell me what happened.”

His unwavering gaze felt like it could see into your very soul and make every doubt go away. You felt like an idiot, how could you question him? He was always right beside you and never gave you a reason to lose your trust.

“Sorry… I just…My friends from the Academy, they started to ditch me everytime they planned something and I always feel like a burden to them, it always ends like this, everybody just leaves me, and I… I am afraid you will be the next…” you rambled, Kevin tried to stop you, but you didn’t let him “Please, let me finish, I know I am an idiot just for thinking about it and I trust you and I love you, but I can’t help myself and feel like it’s all just temporary and it will be over soon.” you finished out of breath. Kevin just smiled at you, full of adoration in his eyes, you could feel how much he loved you just from that smile.

“(y/n), I will never abandon you, you will have to trust me on this, and you know what? I’ll never let anyone hurt you, you understand? If somebody hurts you just let me know and I will hurt them back, okay? You are safe with me. If your so called ‘friends’ don’t need you, it’s their loss, they don’t deserve you.” Kevin got all pent up during his peep talk and his concern warmed your heart. You immediately felt yourself better, just his reassuring words calmed your worries.

“Thank you” was the only thing you could say, your love for him grew with every passing moment.

“I love you baby, don’t ever forget that” he reassured you as he pulled you closer, planting a light kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too” you smiled up at Kevin and you really felt like everything will be alright.