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Everyone needs to read this @bradleybeachbabe @impala-dreamer @i-wanna-be-your-muse @agirlwithdemonblood

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A/N: Hi! So, this story has been in the works forever. I've always wanted to write for Deacon. I've always wanted to write Bodyguard!Deacon specifically. It's something I've thought about from the very beginning of my journey with Swat. I find it important to clarify that this is an au. The events that take place in this story are completely and utterly my own. They are made up and not true. I hope that, as readers, you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Bodyguard!Deacon x f!Reader

Reminder: This is a bodyguard au. It in no way relates to the actual plot of Swat.

Warnings: mentions of injuries, violence, death threats. There are no explicit descriptions of the readers' body type or other features. Brief use of the word 'her', reader is not named, and there is no use of y/n. Mutual pining, use of the word sweetheart.

Other characters: Jim Street, Dominique Luca, Daniel "Hondo" Harrelson

Word Count - 3.2k

Author's Note 2: If I forgot any content warnings please let me know. Once again I hope anyone who reads this story enjoys you. Feedback, reblogs, comments, likes are all welcome and much appreciated. I'm really putting myself out there by posting this story. It's personal and something I'm so passionate about. Happy Reading!!

Disclaimer: I do not condone people taking my work and reposting it as their own. Do not steal my work.

In the Beginning

When you first began working with criminals, you never expected your life to be threatened. Sure, there were risks of taking a job like this, but all you were asked to do was to determine whether or not a person was classified as fit to go to trial. That meant oftentimes you had to postpone hearings and trials due to a person's mental capacity.

You understood how upsetting it could be and you understood why people would blame you for justice not being brought forward. It was easy to empathize with those people, but it didn't mean your life needed to be in danger.

The first night your life was threatened you were just getting home from a grueling day in the office. Your feet ached and your stomach grumbled. Upon your arrival home you found a note taped to your front door. You tilted your head inspecting the letter before you ripped it off the door. Bile rose in your throat as you read the letter.

I will kill you for what you've done

The note was scribbled haphazardly and hardly legible, but you were well aware of what it said. Never in your four years of working had you needed to go to the cops. People you'd worked with time and time again.

The Los Angeles Police Department was unhelpful when it came to answering your pleas. It wasn't until you went to your childhood friend Jim Street that you were finally heard.

You hadn't seen Jim in over 3 years. After he left for swat the two of you hadn't had much time to get together anymore. You spoke occasionally, but had no time to really see each other anymore.

When you showed up at his door he was surprised to see you. The greeting was cut short, you were rushed and scared. As you explained everything to Jim, Luca, Jim's roommate and coworker listened carefully. He was actively trying to think of a way to get you helped out.

"What about Deac's security business?" He piped in.

The two of them looked at one another.

They spoke briefly to one another about their old coworker. Explaining to you how Deacon departed from SWAT and took up doing security details full time. You nodded as you listened to them. It wasn't a bad idea, but you didn't know how long it would be before something would take place.

As if they heard you in your head they had already made the phone call. Luca spoke briefly with someone on the phone, you assumed it was Deacon. Jim smiled softly at you, trying his best to give you some kind of comfort.

You stayed with Jim and Luca while you waited for Deacon to arrive. You felt safe with them and you took advantage of the opportunity to rest. With eyes closed you lulled to sleep for the first time in days.

Your slumber was rudely interrupted by a warm hand on your shoulder. The action made you jump, and your eyes searched for the culprit. Jim smiled at you sheepishly, apologizing with his eyes more so than with words.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He told you.

"It's okay, just, jumpy is all." He nodded his head in understanding.

"He's here." Jim stated.

You got up and followed Jim out of the den and back into the living room. Luca talked to another man, you assumed it was Deacon.

Luca turned when he saw you come into the room. His face lit up, he had already accepted you as one of his people.

"Hey Deac, this is her." He patted the man on the shoulder and he turned to face you and Jim.

You hadn't paid him much attention before he turned, but you were shocked to say the least. He was a surprisingly handsome man, and it made your heart pound in your chest.

In the few seconds before Luca introduced the two of you, you allowed your eyes to trace over him. The hair on his head was mostly gray aside from the occasional dark strand here and there, his beard joined in the majority of gray. The black t-shirt he wore hid no ounce of his muscled form. You wondered if he wore a shirt two sizes too small on purpose.

A clearing of a throat disturbed your thoughts. You blinked rapidly and pulled your eyes away from Deacon. Luca introduced the two of you and you shook Deacon's hand. Heat creeped up your neck as he stared down at you, with a soft smile.

The smile slowly faded and he crossed his arms over his chest becoming serious.

"Luca tells me you need some protection? Care to explain the story to me a little bit?" He asked.

You nodded, and took a seat on Luca and Jim's couch. You explained the story to him as thoroughly as you could. Jim grabbed your shoulder in comfort a couple of times when the emotions overwhelmed you.

"This isn't the usual detail my team and I take on, but you're a friend of a friend. I'll make sure you're safe. I'll work on this personally." He nodded to you and to Jim.

Tears welled in your eyes.

"Thank you Deacon." He smiled and nodded again.

"Of course. Now, first things first. You need a safe house of some sort while I work with my team to track down the people after you. Is there somewhere you can think of that won't be public knowledge?" He asked you.

You thought about it for a moment before you nodded.

"I do.”

Present

The cabin air was frigid as you made your way back inside. Placing the firewood in its rightful place you take a piece and set it on the fire. Rubbing your hands together you enjoy the warmth seeping into your skin. A car pulling into the driveway draws your attention away from the fire.

Getting up you make your way to the window on high alert. Your guard falls when you spot Deacon getting out of his car. You watch as he scans the area before coming to the front door. He knocks twice on the door and you go over to it to open it.

When he enters he hands you the bag in his hand.

"What's this?" You ask.

Deacon smiles softly, "Dessert." He states and you peer inside.

Your smile widens upon seeing apple pie and vanilla ice cream in the bag.

"Damn, Deacon, I'm surprised you got something so unhealthy." You laugh.

He shakes his head, "I eat ice cream."

"Doesn't look like it." You mutter to yourself.

"What did you say?" He asks.

"Nothing. Ignore me." You shake your head.

Taking the bag into the kitchen you unload everything into the freezer. You notice dishes still left over from this morning in the sink and go over to wash them. Under the running water your thoughts drift over the past 2 months.

It felt like nothing was happening. You felt stuck, and frozen. Like a prisoner with nowhere else to go. This was meant to be for your own protection, but being stuck in your family's old cabin in the woods was driving you to madness. Plus, being stuck here with Deacon, alone for all hours of the day was testing every amount of strength and willpower you have. Which was just about none when it came to the older man.

Since the beginning of month 2 things have felt different between the two of you. In month one Deacon wouldn't even sit on the same couch as you. He always sat in the chair furthest from you at the small table in the dining room, and he never looked at you for a moment more than necessary.

Now, something was different.

He sits next to you on the couch and actually joins you when you watch tv. Now, he doesn't hide his lingering gaze, nor does he sit in the chair furthest from you when you eat. The subtle changes in his behavior drove you mad.

From the very beginning you were heavily attracted to him. Now, even more so.

"Hey," Deacon's voice draws you from your thoughts.

"You okay?" He asks. Coming forward and leaning against the counter.

Your eyes are drawn to the way his arms bulge as he crosses his arms over his chest. You gulp and look away.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

He chuckles and leans forward, your breath catches in your throat as you look up at him. He switches the water off and leans back against the counter. You let out a breath and close your eyes.

"You were washing the same dish for 10 minutes. Obviously something is wrong." He states.

"10 minutes?" You ask and he nods.

You let out a deep sigh and grip the edge of the sink. Tears well in your eyes and you decide not to hold them back any longer. You let yourself cry and put your head in your hands as you lean on the sink. Deacon touches your back and you allow yourself to lean into it. He rubs soothing circles on your back and allows you to cry.

After a while you sniffle and wipe your face.

"I'm sorry." You wipe at your eyes and look over at him.

His smile is sad as he looks at you. Deacon swipes a stray tear from your cheeks and cups your face in his hand. He leans in as if he's going to kiss you but, then the moment is broken when something clicks in his head and he pulls away clearing his throat.

"Don't be sorry. I'm gonna go contact my team. See if there's any updates." With that he exits the kitchen.

Fuck. You think to yourself.

For the rest of the day Deacon avoided you like the plague. It made you feel even worse than you already did. Loneliness pangs in your chest as you sit on the couch and aimlessly scroll through the channels.

Deacon busts into the room and you jump.

"We have to go now." He states, throwing your jacket at you.

Jumping to your feet you throw the jacket on and follow Deacon to the back of the cabin. You grip his jacket tightly in your hand trying to stay close to him. He turns and looks at you, pressing one of his fingers to his lips.

He opens the door quietly and inches out slowly. Deacon grasps your hand in his and drags you out into the woods. The two of you run for a while before he stops.

"You see that ridge up there?" He asks pointing.

"Yes," You pause looking at him.

"Go. Get up there and hide. Don't come out until I come get you." He instructs.

You grip his arm. "Deacon, what if you don't come back?"

He grips his phone in his back pocket and places it in your hands.

"Call, Street. Tell him where we are. Tell him to send the team." He states.

You nod, with tear filled eyes, and trembling lips. Releasing his hand you take off up the hill and hide. Pulling Deacons phone out of your pocket you dial Jim.

"Hey Deac,"

"Jim, it's me. Deacon told me to tell you to send the team. Hurry Jim. I'm scared." You sob.

"Where are you?" He rushes out.

"Near the Oregon border." You stutter out.

"Keep the line open, we're tracking Deac's phone." You nod, but he can't see you.

Gunshots could be heard in the distance. Tears fall freely now, rolling down your cheeks.

"Got it, we're on the way. Stay hidden." He urges and the line goes dead.

You pull your knees as close to your body as you can trying to hide away in the dark nook. The gunshots fade in the distance and your heart races faster. Every part of you wants to run and see if Deacon was okay, but you listened and stayed put.

After what felt like forever a helicopter could be heard overhead. Staying in your hiding spot you close your eyes and hope they make it to you soon. You were freezing.

After a few more minutes you could hear voices and footsteps. Some shouting out how many people were dead, others asking where Deacon was. You heard Jim's voice in the distance calling for you. Now you got up from your hiding spot and went tumbling down the hill. You ran as fast as you could back in the direction of the cabin.

"Jim!" You yell his name when you finally see him.

He comes running towards you and you slam into him. Hugging him tightly, tears once again falling freely. His hand goes to the back of your head as he holds you close.

When you pull away you search his eyes seeing if they hold anything.

"Where's Deacon?" You ask.

There it was. Jim averts his eyes from you for a brief moment. Something the normal eye would never pick up. You grip his arm tightly.

"Jim please, tell me." You beg.

"He's alive, but he's been shot. Plus some other injuries. He wasn't conscious when we wheeled him out of here." He tells you truthfully.

Your shoulders sag. "Is he going to be okay?" You ask.

"We don't know yet. Come on, let's get you out of here." Jim wraps his arm around you.

"But, it's not safe." You stop.

"It is now. Has he not told you?" Jim asks.

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?"

"Deacon, and his team were able to locate the men who threatened your life. He had me, Hondo and the rest of the team go in and take them down." He pauses for a moment.

"Some got away. They had found your location and we couldn't get to them before they left. We were just barely able to warn Deacon before they showed up." He finishes.

You haven't cried this much since your childhood pet died when you were 16. A part of you died that day with him. Now, here you were crying over a man you may never get to see again because he too might be dead.

Jim leads you to the helicopter and helps you get in the seat before doing so himself. You watch the land below get smaller and darker the higher into the air you go. Jim grabs your hand and squeezes it for a moment. You know it was him trying to comfort you. Jim had never been good at that.

Being able to go back to your home felt wrong. It was crazy to think that two months living in the unknown would change your entire view on your life. You desperately want to go to the hospital to see Deacon. Make sure he's okay for yourself, or see for yourself he's not okay.

Jim agrees to take you to the hospital. Upon arrival you notice how many people were there for Deacon. He was held in high regard amongst his former teammates. It was a sight to see.

Someone calls your name and you look in the direction of the voice. The man you knew as Hondo approaches you.

"We've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you." He tells you with a genuine smile.

You nod, unable to form words of any kind. Your throat was sore and scratchy. Making it feel impossible to speak at the moment. You need water. Once again reading your mind, Jim appears with a bottle of water in hand. You smile thankfully at him.

"Thanks." You croak out.

You find a seat and wait with the rest of the people in the waiting room. The hours tick by as all of you wait for an update on Deacon.

Three hours after you get to the hospital a doctor comes out of the OR doors. Everyone stands, and the doctor's eyes widen.

"Are all of you here for Mr. Kay?" He asks.

Everyone nods. The doctor takes his glasses off and wipes them before adjusting them to his face once more.

"He's going to be fine. Recovery will suck, but he will recover. Gunshot wound, cracked ribs, fractured arm, the list goes on. It's a good thing he has all of you." He nods.

"Can we see him?" Your quiet voice pokes through the crowd.

"It's after visiting hours, but I can allow one of you back." He states.

You expect someone to go back and see him, but when no one does you step forward. Jim nods at you. You found it odd the people who have known Deacon the longest would allow someone who's only known him for two months be with him while in this position.

The doctor nods and gestures for you to follow him. He leads you down the hall of hospital rooms and stops when he reaches Deacon's door.

"I'll have them bring in some blankets and pillows. If you don't plan to stay, let me know." He states.

"No, I'm staying." He nods and leaves.

You examine the small hospital room. The monitor beeps to the rhythm of Deacon's heart. This is the first time you've seen him in over 5 hours. You weren't sure if you ever would.

Taking him in you frown at the sight of him. A bandage on his left cheekbone, busted lip, a splint on his right arm. He was a mess, all because he was protecting you.

You pull the chair over to him and sit down beside him.

"Damn you, Deacon." You whisper.

You grab his open hand into your own, looping your thumb around his. He didn't close his hand around yours, but that didn't matter. Feeling his pulse thump in his wrist was enough. You lean your head down and place it on the bed, closing your eyes. Allowing yourself to take in his warmth. Meaning he was very much alive.

A nurse enters the room and gives you a soft smile before setting up the small bed in the corner of the room. You silently thank her. Your eyes snap to Deacon when you feel his fingers wrap about your hand.

His eyes are just barely open as he looks at you.

"I'm sorry." He croaks out.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry." You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Scaring you."

"Deac, you saved my life. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I'm the reason you almost died." You grip his hand tighter.

He laughs, then groans in pain.

"It was my job sweetheart. You don't have to apologize either." He reassures you.

"I guess we both need to stop apologizing." You laugh out.

"I guess so." He gives a small smile.

You rub his arm softly and he watches you do so.

"You should get some rest." You tell him as you stand up.

He watches as you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. Your breath catches in your throat as you linger a moment longer contemplating things in your head. His beard scratches your cheek as you loop your arm around his neck in an awkward hug.

"I'll be right here if you need me." You tell him.

He nods. Flicking the light in the hospital room off you make your way to the small bed in the corner and try to sleep.

"Goodnight Deac."

"Goodnight Sweetheart.”

Tagging a few who may want to read it : @obiknights @chelseasdagger @streakyglasses

A big big thank you to @spnshortcake for encouraging me to post this. I'm grateful for you. Thank you love ❤️.

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spnshortcake · 6 months

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Smutttttt post! ⚠️ MINORS DNI 18+ ⚠️

Request from my blurb follow party! Thanks @just-a-girl-who-wrytes for this request Can I request a smutty Deacon fic based on the prompts “your body was made for mine” and “you’re mine and I take care of what belongs to me.” ?! 😍 thank you! ❤️

a/n I don’t write smut often so I hope you enjoy!

Deacon and your relationship has always been great. From all the dates to everything you guys do in the bedroom. Tonight is one of those nights. Deacon just got off a long shift and a bad one at that. You have been worried watching the news hearing about the bomb that went off in the courthouse down town LA. Being a swats wife is got it’s ups and downs. But you wouldn’t change that for anything.

The lock on the door turned and opened as you see your husband come home and shut the door smiling at you. He has debris from the ash on his face and you run up to him. Kissing him. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I’ve missed you” he smiles looking at you placing his hands on your butt carrying you to the couch. Laying you down gently.

“I’ve missed you more I have been watching the news.” You say pulling at his collar of his black tshirt pulling him down kissing him again. You always love having him touch you. His hands where rough but they always satisfied you.

“Yeah it was a rough shift but I’m just Thakful I get to see your beautiful face especially in my favorite red silky pajamas.” He smirks at you playing with your buttons on your pj shirt.

“But you like them more off though” you smirk up at him biting your lip. You have never been this brave in a relationship before with anyone else. But deacon just brings that out in you. Makes the marriage more fun.

“Oh baby you have no idea.” He takes his shirt off showing his beautiful muscled chest and you love watching his hands go all over your body.

He leans down and kisses you moving down your neck.

“Mmm that’s my favorite spot” you whisper already feeling a pool inbetween your thighs. He finds your ear and says “it’s not mine but I’ll get there” your body shivers at his comment. He always knows what to say to keep you wanting more. He stands up looking at your unbuckling his belt taking it off his pants and grabbing your hands putting them above your head and wrapping his belt around them restricting them from going anywhere. He looks down at you and starts slowly unbuttoning your top one by one. You wished he would just rip it off.

“Stop going so slow de.” You moan out trying to get your hands out from his belt. He chuckles.

“Babe you know they more you move the more slow I’ll go and you and I both know you need me in a certain spot.” You nod not even forming any words.

His hands make there way down your tummy and then your hips. Gliding your pj bottoms down your soft long legs that he loves so much he notices your wearing his favorite black lace panties that he got for y’all’s 3 year anniversary.

“Oh wow baby I’m gonna love taking these off.” He kisses your ankles and going up your thighs.

“God your body was made for mine, it just responds so well to everything I do” he licks his lips kissing your sweet spot and hears you moan he smirks looking up at you. “Im gonna take really good care of you tonight.”

He pushes your panties to the side and kisses your center.

“David stop teasing me , I just want you so bad” you moan out looking down at him.

He just knows where to go and what to do to make your body shake.

David is always such a sweet guy but in the bedroom it’s like his dark side awakens.

“Oh do you now. Where do you want me” his little smirk always kills you.

“David I need you inside of me right now don’t make me beg” you whine already feeling your body throb with need.

“Oh hey sweetheart I love hearing you beg for me.” He smirks as he pulls out his dick and puts it at your entrance.

“I love taking care of you baby.” He slams in without any warning and you moan out trying to get out the belt but it’s no use.

“De that feels so good!” You scream out as he goes at a erratic speed and putting his hands on both your hips holding you there making you take every single inch.

“Oh god baby you just mold to me such a good little girl” he starts rubbing your clit as he keeps up his speed and you feel the feeling in your belly tightening.

“David IM GONNA CUM. Don’t stop” you screech put not even caring if the neighbors can hear you guys.

“Oh baby I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

When he says that it just the icing on the cake and makes you go over the edge and you cum so hard.

“Oh I love how you feel clenching me as you cum baby girl.” He keeps getting sloppier snd you can feel his cum shoot all inside of you. He slows down and puts his forehead on yours and takes the belt off your hands and smiles at you still inside of you.

“That made my night so much better.” You giggle and say “that always make me feel better”

“I love you so much y/n” he says pulling out and giving you his shirt and you pull it over your body. He lifts you up bridal style taking you to you guys bedroom.

“Round two I told you I wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.” He uses his foot to shut the door behind y’all as he throws you on the bed as you giggle.

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SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FORVER TO GET OUT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! I don’t write smut to often so sorry if it is not good! But I just see deacon doing all this 😂 😉😝🫠🥵

Love,

Elizabeth

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