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firstrespondershowobsessed · 1 year

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In between pt 2

Type: One shot about Jay Halstead + Will Halstead (Chicago) Rating: Rated R | Very heavy in BDSM | Minors don’t interact Word Count: 4500+ Trigger: BDSM, Sexual Enjoy!

As the Uber pulled up to her apartment, she opened the door to get out. Her phone started to ring as she left the car. She walked into her apartment before answering the call. Of course, it was Jay, as he wanted to know where she went too. He didn't dismiss her so he was confused as to where she disappeared to. Once she answered she didn't get a chance to say anything.

"Where are you?" Jay asked. "I left," she said. "Why?" He asked. "I thought we were done for the evening or morning," she said. "Did I say we were?" he asked. "No, but I decided to end it," she said. "Did something happen? Are you ok?" he asked, concerned. "Everything is fine, I just wanted to get home," she said. "Are you sure?" he questioned. "Yes I'm sure, see you soon," she said as she hung up the phone.

She slipped off her shoes and placed her bag on the couch. She was about to head upstairs when she could hear Jess in the kitchen. She was hoping that Jess didn't hear her because she didn't want to explain. Nor did she want to lead Jess to think something was wrong. As she was sure that her face had worry written all over it.

"So spill," Jess said as she walked out of the kitchen. "Just a fairytale ball dance," Angel nodded. "Fairytale?" Jess asked. "It was a business meeting ball thing," She said. "Oh ok, well who did you go with?" Jess asked. "That's classified info and I can't tell you" Angel shrugged. "Uh huh," Jess rolled her eyes playfully. "Maybe one day I'll tell you," Angel said as she started to make her way upstairs. "Was it Will?" Jess asked. "If you have to ask then you already know your answer," she said as she disappeared into her room.

She made her way up the stairs to her room. Laying on the bed just staring at the ceiling, not knowing what to do with this information. Luckily they didn't know that they both were talking to her. There were so many questions that she wanted to know but didn't know how to get the answers to. Did WIll know what Jay does? Will Will mention her to Jay? What would Jay do if he found out she was talking to someone else, let alone his brother? She finally drifted off asleep but her dreams were filled with both brothers.

-Angels dream-

She was sitting on the bed as both Jay and Will walked toward her. Jay grabbed her by the chin demanding her attention. She looked up at him as Will started kissing her cheek, moving down to her neck. Sucking and gently nibbling at her ear, she leaned her head back allowing him more access to her.

"Are you a good girl," Jay asked as he brushed his thumb against her lip. "Yes sir" she nodded as she held back her moans. "Then why won't you allow him to hear you moan?" Jay asked. "Sorry," she said as she started to moan.

Jay grabbed her neck, gently squeezing it as he pulled her up. He held her close to him, leaning in and kissing her softly. She parted her lips allowing his tongue to slip in. Allowing him to be dominant in her mouth as Will started moving down her body. He hooked his fingers in her panty strings, pulling them off her hips. Will moved her legs apart so he was in between them. Jay kept her chin in his hands making her focus on him. Will parted her lips with his tongue, swirling it around her clit making her knees weak. Will wrapped his lips around her clit, driving her crazy. She held onto Jay to steady herself, still looking at Jay. He moved his fingers down her slit, sliding them in and curling them just right. She arched her back as she moaned, feeling herself edge closer to the edge. Jay held her sturdy as Will brought her to a climax, her knees buckled as she came against Will's face. Jay picked her up and laid her on the bed. She watched them both as they started to get undressed. Jay moved over top of her, leaning down and kissing her softly. Jay pulled her onto the edge of the bed and he nudged her legs further apart as he moved between them. Rubbing himself against her before pushing his hips towards hers, sliding fully into her.

"Fuck" she moaned as she didn't expect it. "I want to hear you lose it," Jay said as he thrust into her. "I want to feel your moans" Will said as he was on his knees in front of her.

She turned her head as she took Will into her mouth. Sucking on him as Jay drilled into her. She arched into him, moving her hips towards Jay's as they moved as one. He grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him and allowing her to wrap her legs around him. His thrust started to pick up and go deeper, hitting her spot. She edged closer to her climax as he continued to thrust into her. He moved his hand between her legs, rubbing her nub as he thrust. Her legs were shaking as Jay continued to thrust into her, bringing her to another climax. She could feel Will starting to edge closer as well as Jay. She continued to suck on Will until he pulled away. Rubbing himself to climax against her chest as Jay did the same.

"Wow," she said as she tried to catch her breath. "Yea wow is right," Jay said as he lay beside her. "You are amazing Angel," Will said as he leaned down kissing her softly. "Think I need a few moments before I get up," She admitted. "It's ok, just rest princess," Jay said as he pulled her to his chest. "Thank you," She said as she rested her head against his chest.

Angel knew she could get used to this. Being spoiled by both, having both, and maybe even falling for both. She tried to stay in the dream but someone was trying to wake her up. She could feel Jess trying to wake her up.

-End of dream-

"Angel?" Someone said, "Wake up!" Jess said. "Do I need to call 911?" she started to panic. "Uh?" She said as she opened her eyes. "Thank god, you have been out for HOURS," Jess said. "Sorry, guess I was tired," She said as she sat up. "Normally you are awake by now, it's nearly 6 pm," Jess said. "6 pm?" Angel asked. "Yea, you've been out for hours," Jess said. "I'm fine, thanks for worrying," She said as she rushed into the bathroom.

She quickly turned on the shower and got in it. She just took a quick shower and got ready for work. She headed downstairs and grabbed a protein bar before heading out. She was greeted by police officers at her door.

"Excuse me, may I help you?" She asked. "We are here to do a welfare check," the officer said. "On who?" Angel asked. "Someone who goes by Angel," the officer said, "That's me, I'm fine," She nodded. "Guess I was super tired and just passed out, guess people were worried," she said. "Ok," the officer nodded. "Can I see your id?" he asked. "Sure," she said as she grabbed it out of her purse, showing the officer. "Thank you, I'm sure it was a misunderstanding," he nodded. "Can I ask who called?" She asked. "It came from inside so I really couldn't tell you," he said. "In-house like from the station?" she asked. "Yes, sorry for bothering you," he said. "Glad you are ok," he said before walking away. "Thank you," she said.

She made her way to her car and pulled out her phone. There were plenty of missed calls from both Jay and Will. If only they knew about the dream she just had. She smiled to herself as she thought about the dream. She shook her head and quickly texted both that she was ok. She put her phone away and drove to work. When she pulled into the parking lot she saw Will standing at the bar's door. Once he noticed her car he walked over to where she parked.

"Hey," he said. "I texted you saying I was ok," she said as she got out of the car. "I know but you aren't working tonight," he said. "I'm on the shift board so yea I am" she nodded. "I talked to your boss, and he agreed to give you the night off," he said. "Why would you do that?" she asked. "Because I wanted to do something special for our second date," he said. "We could have had dinner and a movie," she said. "I'm not a simple guy like that, trust me?" He looked at her. "I guess I will but I will keep my guard up," she said. "That's fair enough," he nodded. "Are you sure I'm cleared because I can not lose this job?" She said. "Yes you are clear," he smiled. "Ok, take me away," she said as she grabbed his hand.

He led her to his car, opening the door for her. Allowing her to get into the passenger side, closing the door behind her. He made his way over to the driver's side, getting into the car as well. He pulled off from the parking lot and started heading towards the park. He had fairy lights and a picnic already set up waiting for their arrival. He got out of the car and made his way to her side of the car. Opening the door and offering his hand for her to get out of the car. She grabbed his hand and got out of the car. He led her down the solar light path to where he set up the picnic.

"It's beautiful," she said as she looked around. "Just wanted to do something not simple" he smiled as he sat down. "Yea I notice that" she nodded as she sat next to him. "I have Chinese takeout in this basket" he laughed slightly. "Didn't have time to cook," he admitted. "It's ok doc" she smiled as she opened the basket. "I get it," she said.

They started to eat and talk, and once again it was easy for Angel to talk to WIll. Just like the first night they met, it was easy with them. They finished eating and Will cleaned up. She leaned back against the blanket, looking up at the stars in the sky. He sat back down on the blanket, laying back as well.

"It's so peaceful out here," she said. "Wish I had more time to do it," she looked at Will. 'Same" he looked at her.

He moved slightly so he could lean in against her. Placing his lips against hers softly, waiting for her response. She smiled against his lips before kissing him softly, placing her hand against his cheek. She kept the kiss as she moved closer to him, he placed his hand against her hip. He pulled away softly, resting his forehead against hers.

"It's easy with you," he said as he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Like we were meant to be," she said. "Well be right here right now," she said. "Yea" he nodded. "In this moment" he leaned in kissing her softly.

She kissed him back softly as her dream started rushing back to her. Feeling his hand against her hips, his lips against hers made her mind rush with the possibilities. Her mind wasn't the only thing that was getting turned on. She quickly pulled away from him and sat up. Trying to steady her mind as well as her body, her body was begging for his touch.

"Are you ok?" he asked as he sat up, placing his hand against her back. "Yea everything is fine" she nodded as she looked away. "Angel?" he grabbed her chin, turning her face so she was looking at him. "Everything is ok" she looked at him. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yea" she nodded as he let her go. "Was it something I did?" he asked. "It's not you WIll, I promise" she looked at him. "Truly tonight was special," she said. "Ok" he placed his hand against her cheek, brushing his thumb against her skin. "I would love to do it again" She leaned against his hand. "I like you, Will," she admitted. "I like you," he said as he leaned in, kissing her softly.

She smiled against his lips before kissing him back. She moved closer to him but he pulled her onto his lap. He deepened the kiss, placing his hand against her hips. She rested her hand against his chest as she kept the kiss. She parted her lips allowing his tongue to slip in. She moved slightly as she could feel him starting to get hard under her. He placed his hand against her neck as he kept the kiss. His phone started going off that's when he pulled away from her. She moved from his lap and lay on the blanket, as he took the call.

"I'll be right there," he said. "Who is it?" She asked. "My brother just got shot," he said as he started cleaning up. "Oh god, I'm sorry," she said as she helped him.

They rushed back to the car and went straight to the hospital. She stayed outside of the hospital, she wanted to check in on Jay but they couldn't know that she knew both of them.

"Aren't you coming in?" Will asked. "I'll be in shortly, you go," she said. "Alright," he nodded as he rushed in. "I'm fine, I'm fine every stop hovering over me," Jay said. "You just got shot, calm down Jay," Will said. "I didn't get shot, the bullet grazed me, I'm fine," Jay said. "Let a doctor check it out first before you leave," Will said. "You look fancy, where have you been?" Jay asked. "Date night with this girl," Will said. "Sorry didn't mean to interrupt," Jay said. "Where is she?" he asked. "She's outside, should be in shortly," Will said. "I would love to meet her," Jay said. "If you are serious about her that is," he said. "I think I am" WIll smile. "Uh oh someone making Will blush and smile. I NEED to meet her" Jay said. "Oh hush and just get looked at," Will said as he went into the doctor's lounge.

Angel decided to go inside to check on Jay, hoping Will would be busy doing something else. She sneaked into the hospital and went to where Jay was at. Closing the curtain behind her as she looked at him.

"Angel?" Jay asked. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I was hearing things and wanted to check on you," she said. "I'm fine," he said as he pulled her closer to him. "I'm glad you're ok" she placed her hand against his chest. "Thank you for checking on me, maybe you can be my nurse later" he smirked. "Maybe" she smiled. "Good," he nodded. "Can't wait to get out of here," he said. "I know you can't wait but let the doctors do their job," she said. "I will" he looked at her. "I want you to take an uber to this place and pick up my car," he said. "Where you got shot at?" she asked. "Yes where I was shot at, can you do that princess?" He placed his hand against her cheek. "Yes I can," she nodded. "I'm glad you are ok," she said. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Just worried " she looked at him. "Can't have my dom dying on me" she smiled. "I'm not going anywhere, now go," He said. "Keys" she demanded. "Oh right," he nodded and gave her his keys. "See you soon" She leaned in and kissed him softly. "Of course," he said as he spanked her ass as she walked away.

She left the hospital without Will catching her. She took an uber to the place Jay was at, it was a bad neighborhood. She quickly found his car and left the neighborhood. She made her way to his place, parking the car in the driveway. She waited in the car which seemed like forever, just waiting for him to return home. Will was the one who drove Jay home, she ducked into the backseat so Will wouldn't see her.

"How did your car beat you home?" Will asked. "I had someone pick it up," Jay nodded. "Ok, well get some rest" Will said. "Thanks for the ride" Jay said as he unlocked the door of his house.

Will pulled out as Jay went inside his house. He sent Angel a few texts wondering where she was at. She made sure Will was gone before getting out of the truck. She walked up to the front door and knocked on the door. Jay answered, surprised at how quickly she got there.

"That was quick," he said. "I was in the truck," She said. "I didn't see you," Jay said as he invited her in. "I was in the back laying down," she said. "Oh long day?" he asked. "Something like that," she said. "nice truck," she said. "Thanks," he said.

He didn't waste any time removing the space between them. He gripped her hips, kissing her intensely pushing his tongue against her lips. She kissed him back with the same passion, gripping his shirt as she kept him close to her. He pushed her against the wall, gripping her neck as he kept the kiss. She pulled away slightly so she could catch her breath.

"I want you so bad right now," he said. "Take me," she said. "I'm yours" she looked at him. "Go upstairs and strip," he said. "Yes sir," she said as she walked upstairs.

She made her way upstairs and into his bedroom. She stripped for him sitting on the bed waiting for him to come upstairs. He finally made his way upstairs, smiling as he walked into the bedroom. He closed the door behind him before moving closer to her. He laid her back against the bed, moving over the top of her. He leaned down and kissed her softly before moving down her body. Biting down against her neck, making her yelp in pain. He made sure he left a mark before softly kissing over the spot. He leaned over her and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

"Are you ok?" he asked as he looked at her. "Yea I'm fine" she nodded as she took the condom from him. "Let me help you," she said as she opened it. "Of course" he smiled as he slipped off his pants and boxers.

She wrapped her hands around him, slowly stroking him. He was already hard and ready for her, but she would expect anything less. She placed the condom in her mouth and placed it against his tip. She looked up at him as she placed the condom on him with her mouth.

"Good girl" he moaned as he placed his hand on the back of her head.

She slowly pulled away allowing his tip to be against her lips. He pulled her up pushing her against the wall and grabbing her leg. She placed it against his hip as he pushed himself into her. He kept his hand against her hips to keep her steady, he placed his lips against her neck. She wrapped her arms around him as she started to moan. He pushed his hips towards her, giving her all of himself.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Good girl," he moaned into her ear.

He reached around and gripped her ass picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved them to the bed. He laid back allowing her to be on top. She moved her hips against his. He leaned up, placing his arms around her as she moved against him. He started sucking against her collarbone. Both his and her moans filled the room. He thrust his hips forward moving her back against the bed. He pinned her hand above her head as he thrust harder into her. She arched her back pushing her hips towards his.

"You don't cum until I tell you to," he said. "Ok sir" she nodded as she moaned.

He moved his hand between her legs rubbing her nub as he continued to thrust. He edged her closer to her climax, always pulling away when she was about to cum. She was left breathless and frustrated each time he pulled away.

"Please Sir," she said trying to catch her breath. "Please what?" He looked at her. "What do you need?" he asked. "I need you to allow me to cum" she said. "I'll think about it," he said as he pushed himself back into her. "Fuck" she moaned.

She wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his back. He started picking up the pace, thrusting fully into her. He pushed her legs further apart, angling her hips allowing him to hit a spot. She gripped the bed sheets as she could feel herself edging closer, not sure if she could go over the edge yet.

"I want to hear you" he leaned down kissing her. "Yes please," she moaned against his lips.

He kept his pace as he placed his hand between her legs again. It didn't take long before she climaxed against him. He didn't expect it to be as intense. He jerked forward and climaxed as well, slowing his thrust so they both could enjoy it fully. He pulled out and went to throw the condom away. He came back and lay beside her as she tried to catch her breath.

"Wow," she said as she looked at him. "Yea wow" he nodded. "Wasn't expecting that," he said. "Expecting what?" She asked. "You climaxed that intensely," he said. "Well you did it" she smiled. "Yea I did" he looked at her. "Can I take a shower here?" she asked. "Go ahead," he said. "Thanks," She said as she made her way to the bathroom.

She turned the water on allowing it to warm up before getting into the shower. By the time she got out of the shower, there were fresh clothes on the sink for her. She got dressed in clean clothes and made her way back to the bedroom. There was water and snacks on the bed for her.

"That's if you want to spend the night," he said as he leaned against the door frame. "I would love to," she said as she turned to face him. "I only have one bed so you take it," he said. "Come on we can share, clearly we know each other" she smiled. "True," he said. "But I normally don't with our relationship because I don't want the lines to get messy," he said. "It's ok for one night," she said. "Yea I guess it is," he nodded.

They both got into the bed, she lay on her side facing him. She knew that this relationship was just a sub and dom but she wondered what else it could be. He brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He leaned over and kissed her softly before kissing her forehead. He turned off the lights and they started to fall asleep. Sometime during the night, she cuddled up to him because in the morning she was laying against his chest. She woke up in the morning realizing what happened and sat up in bed.

"Sorry," she said. "It's ok," he said. "I know this is just sexual, I should go," she said. "It's ok," he said as he grabbed her arm. "You said you didn't want the lines getting messy," she said. "We are just enjoying each other," he said. "Yea" she nodded as she laid back down against him.

They stayed in bed for a few more hours just talking. She got up to go to the bathroom when her phone started going off. He reached over and grabbed it to see who it was. To his surprise it was his brother, he opened the conversation. He started going through messages, realizing that Angel was the girl Will was so happy about. He put the phone down as he got out of bed. He started getting dressed as she walked back in.

"Off to work?" she asked. "Can I ask you something?" he said. "Sure," she said. "Are you seeing anyone else?" he asked. "What do you mean?" she looked at him. "Are you seeing anyone besides me?" he said. "No," she said. "Why are you lying to me?" he started to get angry. "I'm not" she claimed. "I saw the FUCKING text messages," he said. "Why are you going through my phone?" she crossed her arms. "It was going off when you walked away," he said. "So what if I am?" she asked. "That's against our contract," he said. "Wait what?" she asked. "The contract says just us two having sex because we don't like to mix partners," he said. "I didn't know that," she said. "READ IT!" He said. "I'm sorry," she said. "I haven't been with this person yet," she said. "MY BROTHER?" he crossed his arms. "MY FUCKING BROTHER," he said.

She didn't know what to say as she looked at him. He pulled his shirt over his head and put his thigh harness on. Slipping his gun in the holder before grabbing his jacket. He walked past her, brushing against her slightly.

"I figure you can find your way home," he said. "Yea," she said. "Well get the hell out of my house," he said as he went downstairs. "Yes sir," she said as she gathered her things.

She jumped when he left slamming the door. She hurried and gathered her things and left the house. She took an uber back to her apartment, where Will was waiting for her.

"How do you know where I live?" she asked. "Where have you been? You just disappeared last night" he said. "I'm not in the mood to have this discussion with you right now," she said. "Well we are," he said as he followed her inside. "Will stop, please," she said. "And you come home with a damn hickey?" he said. "Hickey?" she asked as she remembered what Jay did to her last night. She rubbed her thumb over the spot. "What game are you playing here?" he crossed his arms. "I'm not playing any games!" she said. "YOU are stalking me and you want to claim I'm the one playing games," she said. "Excuse me?" he asked. "You know where I work and now you know where I live?" she said. "I know you're roommate," he said, "Of course you do, can you just go," she said.

He didn't respond to her, he just left slamming the door behind him. Jess came out of the kitchen but Angel wasn't in any mood to deal with her. Angel went upstairs to her room, closing the door behind her. She lay on her bed staring at the ceiling wondering what her life was becoming.

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kim-ruzek · 11 months

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I love and adore season two and I will forever but ugh if it doesn't all annoy me so fucking much !!!

Which honestly doesn't bode well for the rest of my rewatch because it's only going to get worse from here on out and I'm already feeling so annoyed.

#ree rambles #chicago pd #burzek #on other news it really has inspired me to work on my fics and fix its which was the point of this #but also it just fucking annoys me so so much #this is potentially why s10 to me might actually be the season with the best writing #i mean s2 is 👌 and has so much better team dynamic and such so like it still is very much a draw #but idk. i think i prefer s10's strenghs in comparison to s2's weaknesses

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a-little-bit-of-tradition · 2 years

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Sassy couple for the win 🙌🏻

#love them #such a mood #parent vibes #this dialogue just screams trasse too #and how they prefer to be at home #same though #upstead #chicago pd #jay halstead #hailey upton #s9 #jesse lee soffer #tracy spiridakos #cpdedit #upsteadedit #mine

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copperbadge · 2 months

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Hi Mr Starbuck! Some friends and I are moving in a few months and we're eyeing various places all over the US. Chicago came up as a relatively affordable big city (compared to LA and NYC) and I have to ask the resident Tumblr Chicagoan his opinion. As a resident who lives and works in the windy city, what's your big pros and cons of residing there (especially things you might not encounter as a tourist)? (also, how accurate is your "guide to chicago" still, since its been a few years!)

Well, I definitely have opinions!

The guide to Chicago is no longer accurate -- too many places have closed or moved, and the pandemic altered a lot (for example the Money Museum still exists but I'm not sure if it has regular hours even now). I should do a new one but like, I really don't get out much anymore so I can't talk about restaurants outside of a VERY local area, and I never could talk much about hotels, which just leaves points of interest mostly already covered by Atlas Obscura. :D At this point it'd just be kind of moot, others are doing it better than I am.

Chicago is inexpensive compared to New York or Los Angeles, but like, that's everywhere in America. Chicago is still a quite pricey city to live in, mainly because the taxes are so high -- 10.25% sales tax, for example, and my property taxes are also pretty steep. People joke about Taxachusetts, but I'm pretty sure Chicago at least has it beat (and 2/3 of the state's population lives in Chicago or the outlying suburbs). Housing is not at a premium in the way it is in NY and LA but depending on where you want to live and how far you want to commute it can still be very expensive. My housing was never less than half of my monthly income until I bought this place, and then ONLY because the job I'm in now came with a $10K/yr raise from my last one.

Chicago does have great culture, great museums, great food, and it's a liberal island in a pretty conservative region. It is however quite segregated, so if you are any race other than white, living here can get a little more complicated than I've portrayed it as a white dude. There is significant crime and particularly gun crime, but it's generally confined to specific regions of the city. That said, even if you discount crime, the Chicago PD are corrupt as fuck and uninterested in being helpful, so if you are from a demographic the cops enjoy harassing, it will not be different here.

I do love the city, warts and all. I like the water, I like the people, I like the midwestern vibe. I'd find it very hard to leave, especially because I have a network of friends here, but also because I just plain like it and I know it really well. There is a very short list of cities I'd consider leaving Chicago for, and most of those would have to have a well-paying job waiting for me. But it did take me time to fall in love with it -- it took a few years before it felt like home.

It's a little difficult to get more specific without knowing more about your situation -- what you do for work, what your budget is like, what your goals are in leaving where you are. Do you prefer to drive most places? (Parking and traffic can both get dicey.) Can you tolerate taking public transit if driving is inconvenient? Is the industry in which you work something that has a lot of openings here? Do you want to live in an urban environment, and if so are you prepared to live in a likely somewhat shitty apartment to do so? If you prefer to live in a house, are you prepared for a long commute? What do you like to do for fun and is there a thriving culture for that here? What is it important to have access to -- museums, concerts, theater, sport? Where do you need to travel to regularly (ie, I go to Austin several times a year) and how do you prefer to travel there?

Anyway, yeah -- like, I love it but I have few illusions about it. If you want to chat further feel free to hit me up by email, happy to answer more specific questions!

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lily-174 · 1 year

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Could you do a Jay Halstead x Sister reader store where she and Jay have a car accident and she is seriously injured and then Will blames Jay for the accident

painful ride - jay & will halstead x sister reader.

overview: you get into an accident because you were late home while living with jay, your oldest brother blames jay.

trigger warning; angst, arguments, pain, car accident, hospitals, injury, almost death.

AHH i’m half way through writing and i just re-read the request and found out i read it wrong! it’s 3am i can’t rewrite this now, but i still want to post it! if you want another version more accurate please send another request! i’m so sorry!!

i kinda hate this, but i guess i could make this into a two part fic where the reader gets through everything with the help of her brothers, and who is named at the end, maybe a little love story could come from it.

let me know if you’d like that ^^

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you were late. it’s not that jay was controlling he just liked to set boundaries while his 20 year old sister was staying at his. you couldn’t be home any later then 10:30pm, it was currently 11:15. you were out with some friends having lost track of time when you realised you were late.

rushing out to your car you got in glancing down at the phone seeing 3 missed calls from jay. you loved your brother but he had the tendency to get a bit too over protective sometimes especially when he’d had a bad case.

his over protectiveness wasn’t a bad thing, but you preferred living with your oldest brother will. his hours at work more set in stone so he was home more, and he was a better cook.

you sent jay a quick message ‘i’m okay, i’m sorry i’m late i lost track of time. on my way now, i’ll be as quick as i can’ you sent the message and started driving. jay knew you never meant to be late it just scared him having seen the things that happen to young women alone on the street at night.

you began driving, trying to get back to jay’s apartment as fast as you could but getting stuck at an intersection made you sigh, you hated being late you didn’t want to make jay worry. when the light finally went green you began to drive across the intersection, everything happened so fast. your phone ringing looking down to see jays caller ID when you looked back up someone smashed right into the side of your car, causing your car to be pushed closer to oncoming traffic, you felt another hit to the front of the car as pain consumed your body, and you felt drowsy.

the pain almost unmanageable, like nothing you’d ever felt before, the blood rushing to your head, you could feel the pulse in your ears as you fell in and out of consciousness your chest tightened making it harder to breathe, a pain shooting down your spine before it became to much and you fell unconscious.

you heard someone calling your name, it sounded so far away. your eyes fluttered open seeing you were still stuck in the car struggling to breath, the amount of pain you were in causing a sob to leave your mouth. the sound of someone calling your name became louder as you looked around you saw firefighters recognising the one stood right outside your window. kelly.

“y/n! can you hear me? i’m gonna break the back window and get in with you okay?” your brain barely processing what he was saying but you managed to nod which caused you even more pain. you heard a smash from the back window and what sounded like a bit of a struggle before kelly showed up again next to you.

“it’s okay kid we’re gonna get you out.” he tried comforting you while putting a neck brace on, tears slowly falling from your eyes.

“kelly- i ca- can’t breathe-“ you mumbled, your voice raspy which caused a look of concern to show up on his face which made tears fall faster down your cheeks making your difficulty breathing more severe.

“it’s okay breathe slowly in and out with me. i’ve got you. squad is working really hard to get you out. does anywhere else hurt?” he asked, which made you realise you couldn’t feel your legs. the panic you felt was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

“i- i.. can’t feel my legs” you managed to say while gasping for air, kelly had an idea as to what was wrong with your lungs, but what you just said could confirm a spinal injury. the lack of oxygen to your lungs made your vision blurry and begin fading. and eventually everything became too much causing you to fall back into darkness.

“will!” will heard his name being called as he was walking back into the ER from radiology to collect some x-ray results. he rushed into the ER after hearing his name being called, it had become a habit that normally when he hears that it’s jay.

but upon entering the ER and getting closer to where there was commotion his heart dropped and his blood ran cold as he saw his baby sister begging transferred from a gurney to a hospital bed covered in blood. disregarding the x-ray results on the side he ran into trauma one to begin treating you.

“y/n? it’s will i’m here okay you’re gonna be fine” he said not knowing if he was comforting himself or his unconscious sister as he began frantically taking your vitals.

“pulse is weak, oxygen levels are low! possible internal bleeding she needs emergency surgery now!” will exclaimed, he wasn’t a surgeon, he couldn’t do it. and legally he wasn’t even allowed to be treating you.

as they began take you into surgery the bright lights made your eyes sting as you gained consciousness again, squinting still in excruciating pain you saw familiar ginger hair.

“will- jay called.. i was at- i was at the- intersection i looked down-“ hearing your weak raspy voice broke something inside him.

“it’s gonna be okay y/n. you’re safe now” he offered a soft smile walking beside you him and other doctors surrounding your bed as they took you into a surgery room..

“i can’t feel- feel my legs will-“ he watched as tears brimmed in your eyes as you struggled keeping them open, he gently brushed some of your hair from your face, revealing the dried blood almost entirely covering your face.

you struggled keeping your eyes open but the only thing you could think of was if you didn’t make it, you wanted to make sure the last thing you saw was family, before everything returned to darkness as your eyes closed for the third time.

by the time will had left you in the surgery room he’d found out a few things about your condition before returning to the ED were jay was stood with maggie, running his hand through his hair concerned utterly etched onto his face. when jays eyes landed on will he rushed towards him.

“is she okay?! why didn’t you call me? kelly told me” jay exclaimed out of concern for you, wills was so overwhelmed. he was pissed off at jay.

“you’re stupid curfew jay! she’s 20 years old, you called her she looked down at her phone now look at what’s happened!” jays face dropped at his brothers outburst, guilt now flooding through his veins.

“what? i just- i just protect her. will is she okay?!” he didn’t care if wills was pissed off, he could take it he just wanted to hear the latest on you first.

“she’s in emergency surgery, cracked ribs punctured her lungs, internal bleeding, possible spinal injury she told me she couldn’t feel her legs. she lost a lot of blood, she had fluid coming out of her ears which indicates a head injury so no! no jay she is not okay! well done for protecting her. could’ve got her killed” will exclaimed the frustration not even beginning to help with his feelings. jays heart dropped the hairs on the back of his neck standing tall as he listened to the extent of what will currently knew about your injuries.

“the curfew is to make sure she gets home safe! i know what happens to girls out late on the streets of chicago.” jay said in an attempt to make will see it from his point of view and make himself feel better.

“yeah, you should also know what happens when rushing people and calling people when they’re driving on a time limit so they don’t get shouted at when they get home!” jays guilt made bile rise in his throat, as he attempted to swallow it down wills spoke again.

“might as well go home and bring her some stuff. she’s not gonna be out of surgery for hours if she makes it” will stated in complete grief he knew as a doctor the extent of your injuries would be hard to survive let alone make a full recovery from. and in that moment will needed someone to blame. jay stood in disbelief infront of his older brother as wills walked away back in the direction he came from.

jay walked into the waiting from and began pacing, the guilt consuming him as he ran a hand through his hair. he stayed stood pacing trying to come to a conclusion in his head where it wasn’t his fault, he should’ve known better. he didn’t know if you would make it, and if you did he didn’t know if you’d even want to see him? would you hate him?

hours past and jay was still pacing up and down the waiting room so many different scenarios racing through his head, when finally will walked in his eyes rimmed red and that made jays heart drop, jay had never felt so scared in his life as he approached will.

“is she alive?” jay asked his voice weak as he looked at his brother. as he shoved his shaking hands into his pockets.

“she’s alive, she’s not paralysed. she’s in the icu. the fixed her lungs and repaired all the internal damage. but she essentially fractured the lower part of her spine. it’s a hairline fracture we believe will heal on its own she will be able to walk again with physio therapy but she’ll suffer with back pain and possible other complications indefinitely. she also fractured her skull and has a brain bleed but we believe that should also heal on its own but will be extremely painful. she’s living with me, i’ll get her to her appointments once she gets out of here i’ll look after her” will explained in full detail to jay as tears brimmed in both brothers eyes, jay couldn’t help but feel responsible.

“and jay, what i said earlier.. was wrong. this isn’t your fault. it’s just she got here on the brink of death she couldn’t breathe and all she told me was she was on the intersection you called her she looked down then this happened. it’s not your fault okay, things happen i shouldn’t have taken it out on you like that” a tear slipped down jays cheek as will brought him into a hug, jay had never felt like this before. so helpless, and responsible.

“can we see her?” will nodded and gestured for jay to follow him up to icu, jay still felt exceptionally guilty. the feeling still not having left the pit of his stomach.

his chest tightened with anxiety the closer to your room he got, will looked back at jay before approaching the door and slowly opening it. both brothers walked into the room going to opposite sides of your bed and sat down.

the sight of you attached to machines, and being covered in cuts and bruises made jay second guess everything, all he ever wanted to do was protect you, he knew he was over protective but he never thought something like this would be the result.

they sat next to you, one brother on either side of your body. loosing track of the amount of time they both sat there. hours felt like days. both brothers still processing what happened.

you groaned, as your eyes fluttered open the bright light stinging your eyes as pain shot through your head and spine. jay and wills heads both shot up to look at you.

“y/n? how are you feeling?” will jumped up onto his feet checking the machine you were connected to that read your vitals.

“like i got hit by a truck” you groaned voice raspy and weak, your throat dry as a bone. jay watching as you didn’t even look over at him just looking up at will.

“are you okay kiddo?” jay voiced looking to see if your head turned to him which it did.

“yeah.. i’m sorry i was late” you whispered looking at your protective brother, you still felt bad for being late. not wanting jay to be upset with you.

“hey no no it’s okay. it’s fine i’m sorry” he spoke softly moving a piece of hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“what happened? will it hurts” you looked across to your oldest brother who turned around as he heard you speak injecting something into your IV, pain meds.

“that should help with the pain.. you got in an accident.” will said moving round to the end of the bed pulling the blanket away from your feet.

“can you wiggle your toes for me y/n?” you nodded trying your best, both will and jay had a look on their faces you hadn’t seen before which filled you with anxiety.

“what? will?” you asked with panic laced in your voice, looking back at jay.

“you had a spinal injury, but you’re going to be okay. you just have a lot of physio therapy ahead of you” will offered a small smile but tears began welling up in your eyes at the thought, jay reached for your hand in an attempt to comfort you.

“y/n you will be able to walk again, you just got out of surgery a month or two of physio and hopefully things will start going back to normal.” will said returning to his seat next to you.

“we will be here for you every step of the way. blake gallo from 51 said he’s here for you whenever. you know blake he’ll help you too. you’re not alone.” jay said, he wasn’t wrong. you knew you had plenty of people to help you and the mention of blake made your heart flutter slightly. you nodded at your brothers words knowing you wouldn’t be alone throughout all of this.

#chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead x reader #chicago fire #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead #one chicago x reader #will halstead imagine #will halstead x reader #will halstead #chicago med #one chicago fic

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spnfanficpond · 3 months

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New Member Spotlight - January 2024

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@thebejeweledwatercat -

Other SM names? - Same name on Discord and AO3

OTP? - Samwena bit it varies

Other fandoms? - Chicago Med, fire, & PD, Stranger Things, Teen Wolf

Looking for in the Pond? - Community

Pairings you read? - OC's and Poly fics

Genres you read? - Hurt/comfort

Favorite writer(s)? - winterfire22 on AO3

What do you like to write? - Hurt/comfort, Poly, What if, AU's

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Chicago Med - Sunshine, Moonlight, and Shadow

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - A lot actually. Mostly because I’m not good with the follow-through.

.@hello-starlingfics -

Other SM names? - HelloStarlingFics on AO3, HelloStarling on Discord, and hello-starling.bsky.social on BlueSky

OTP? - Sam/Dean. They're just too compelling!

Other fandoms? - Right now it's just SPN

Looking for in the Pond? - Connect with other writers and fans. Writing can be a lonely thing.

Pairings you read? - I mainly stick to Wincest, but will dabble in Wincestiel, Destiel, and Dean/John.

Genres you read? - I read a range of styles and tropes. Whump is probably my favourite, with the comfort optional.

What do you like to write? - I like to write a range of things! I have hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, crack where Sam and Dean are catboys, erotica, and even some gen.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Last Fair Deal Gone Down

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - This year I hope to write some darker stuff including Major Character Death. Balancing making it emotionally affecting while avoiding being heavy-handed will be a challenge.

.@michaelmilligan -

Other SM names? - QuicksilverCastiel on AO3, alexanderlewis on Discord

OTP? - Midam

Other fandoms? - Star Trek and Yu-Gi-Oh! (specifically JouKai as a ship - the resurgence of an old fandom for me)

Looking for in the Pond? - I would like to connect with other writers and share insights and hopefully bounce story ideas off each other.

Pairings you read? - Midam, Midamoul (Michael/Adam/Ghoul), I'm trying to branch out with Samifer and Sam in poly relationships (preferably with Gabriel, Eileen, Rowena and/or Lucifer)

Genres you read? - Fluff and Smut mostly, though some angst is good now and then. I enjoy AUs (especially fantasy and sci-fi) and won't say not to fake dating.

Favorite writer(s)? - I go absolutely feral about most (all?) of the Midam fics by saintmichael on AO3

What do you like to write? - Smut, fluff, AUs, fix-its, and lately I've been dabbling in dark(er) fic

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - That would probably be this dark(-ish) Nickifer fic: Blind Trust

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -I've never written a case fic, which seems criminal in the SPN fandom! So far I'm not confident I could pull off the suspense aspect of the search for what monster is involved, and resolve the whole thing competently. Some suggestions on how to structure/plan a case fic would be appreciated.

@kazsrm67 -

Other SM names? - Same name on Discord

OTP? - I would have to go with Sam x Eileen I suppose.

Other fandoms? - Not much really although I occasionally read Stargate or NCIS fics.

Looking for in the Pond? - I was invited by a friend on Tumblr to be honest I'm super introverted and I can't really answer this. But I was told its a good way to "meet" other writers and get help when stuck on an idea.

Pairings you read? - I mostly read Dean x reader or Dean x OFC (this is what I mostly write as well), I do read some Sam fics and dabble in some poly fics but only with specific characters.

Genres you read? - I'll read all of these (angst, fluff, smut, crack) but I spend a lot of time between angst and smut fics. I do love a good soulmate au.

Favorite writer(s)? - So hard to pick a favorite but @spnexploration and @jawritter on Tumblr are two of my top writers.

What do you like to write? - I write a lot of soulmate fics, but I try to write many different types.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - My Omega

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have a rockstar!Dean fic in mind, it would be very angsty and discuss domestic violence against men, I haven't tried writing it yet mostly because time. I work full time and am a mom but it's definitely something I am looking at diving into sooner rather than later. I think the help I could use is someone to edit and bounce ideas off. I have a good friend I do this with but sometimes I wonder if it would help to have someone else to bounce ideas off (I get shy and don't reach out tho).

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester and @heavenssexiestangel!

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sheetsonfire · 2 years

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First Date

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Genre: fluff, romance

Word Count: 2389

Requested By Anon: Hey hon! Love you’re writing! Can we get a Hank Voight x reader & it’s their first date, but plot twist it’s at a wedding and he’s her guest 😱

A/N: Just so we're clear, the reader is written to be 25+, there's nothing too explicit in this but I just wanted a defined age.

“I can’t believe you let me talk you into this, Hank.” You exhale with a huffed laugh, trying to rid yourself of the anxiety in your chest and stomach, fingers fidgeting with a strand of stray cotton on your outfit.

Hank’s gruff chuckle makes you smile, you glance at the Sergeant as he shakes his head, keeping his eyes on the road. You would be approaching the wedding venue soon, this is what had you in a last-minute freakout.

“It was either this or wait even longer for the first date with you, and quite frankly I was not looking to wait another week or two to have a good time with you. You look beautiful, the sun’s out, it’s a day of love - your family will too busy with the happy couple to even notice us.”

He reaches out a hand to squeeze your arm softly, and you melt a little bit. You snort with amusement, however, at his surprisingly naive assumption.

“It’s very kind of you to try and make me feel better, but besides my mom and her sisters, I can think of at least 5 cousins and various elderly onlookers that will have something to say about this combination. They mean well, but my love life has been a topic since I was like...10, and now I'm almost 30, and I'm just not sure what they're going to make of us.”

Hank grunts in amusement, and though he doesn’t seem bothered you suddenly feel like you may have made him feel unwanted, or an embarrassment to you - which he was far from. The age gap had been a topic of discussion between you, with an agreement to simply approach any issue or hiccup as openly as possible. That had worked for both of you just fine, and you had invited Hank today without a second thought.

“God that sounded so rude, just so you know it’s no reflection on you, my family are just gossipers is all. I’m sorry-”

Before you know what’s happening, Hank pulls the SUV to the side of the road, just short of the winding lane that would take you to the church. “Y/N,” Hank says your name firmly yet fondly, and you turn to look at him. There’s teasing in his eyes, and you visibly relax under his gaze. Without so much as a word, you understood what he was saying.

“I deal with the absolute worst this world has to offer on a daily basis, and you deal with the likes of me coming to the Ivory Tower. I think between us we can handle some gossipy cousins and grandmas, hm?”

You look at him for a moment, already feeling yourself fall quicker and quicker for him now that you had him around in a completely social setting. Though this was technically your “first” date, there had been a fair few coffees and quick lunches at the Ivory Tower that had been shared between you.

You had not shied away from Hank’s barbed demeanour, seemingly finding it easier than your colleagues to get him to crack a smile or even laugh, even on his most tempestuous days you could keep him cooler than most. So much so that even your bosses preferred you to handle Hank’s inquiries or demands over other people.

This kind of rapport had built over months until eventually, you plucked up the courage to ask Hank out for a drink with some other colleagues. Then before you knew it you had somehow felt comfortable asking him to come to your cousin’s wedding, and now here you were.

Shaking yourself out of your stressing spiral you flash Hank a renewed confident smile, one that you genuinely felt as you could see Hank was not in the least bit worried, offended or phased by today’s events.

“We can definitely handle it.” You reply assuredly, patting the Sergeant’s arm to signal that you were ready to continue on to the church.

Hank finds a spot to park and then comes to the passenger side to help you out, ensuring you don’t scuff your shoes too much on the uneven gravelled ground. You took a second to admire him in his sunglasses and his suit, he looked handsome to you usually but this was really working for you. Deep navy pants and a matching jacket with a powder blue shirt, complete with a powder blue pocket square, the buttons on his shirt were undone a little to show some chest. Something you tried not to focus on too much lest you start getting distracted.

He takes in the sight of you too, it was wonderful to see you outside of the pressurised work setting, and you looked radiant in the sun. Though he tried to keep his expectations and hopes in check when it came to new relationships, he felt he already had such a good thing going with you, he just hoped he could make this a first date to really make the impression he wanted to.

“May I?” He asks, extending his arm to you to link with him,

You laugh, “You may, Sergeant.” Looping your arm through his to gently grasp the crook of his elbow, close to holding onto his bicep. You started off towards the stone building, following the scattered flow of other guests, recognising a few faces here and there, offering polite smiles or a “Hey, nice to see you” if they spotted you too. You were sure there would be more in-depth reunions at the reception later on.

As you approached the church you could see your parents milling around outside, talking to aunts and uncles you hadn’t seen in a while. You swallow, clutching Hank’s arm a little more the closer you get. He glances at you, murmuring comfortingly,

“It’s gonna be fine, take a breath.”

You nod, inhaling deeply and then exhaling, the sound of your footsteps catching the attention of the group.

“Ah, Y/N!” Your mother exclaims excitedly, tottering over in heels to get to you, you reluctantly release the safety hold you have on Hank and wrap your mother in a hug.

“Hey, mom.” You say sweetly, trying to will the blush on your cheeks away as your mother cooed over you like you were still little.

As you release from the embrace you catch your mother smiling at Hank, looking to you for an explanation.

“Uh, mom, this is Henry, he’s my… plus one.” You smile again, hoping no sense of apprehension would betray your face.

“Oh, Henry, lovely to meet you! You look dashing in that suit.” She brings him in for a brief hug and for the first time your fear is replaced with amusement. You knew Hank wasn’t big on hugging unless he really knew you.

“Nice to meet you Mrs Y/L/N, you look lovely.” Hank’s eyes twinkled, and your jaw could have dropped for all the charm he was oozing currently, you hadn’t realised how easily it came to him when the mood or situation called for it. Even more amusing still was watching your mother become a giggling mess in your date’s presence, you would have to tease her later for it.

Your dad gave Hank a firm handshake, and if either of your parents thought your date was an odd choice they didn’t let on to you or Hank.

Once the niceties were over you made your way into the church with your date, linking your arm once again with his as you went to find your seats in the pews. You caught the eye of various cousins, neighbours and so on, some of them couldn’t hide their surprise at your date but you found with each passing moment that you didn’t care.

Hank made you feel good, he made you feel safe, he made you laugh and though this was your first official outing together you felt like you’d had this for years. You gently release your grip from him and shimmy your way down the pew until you’re sat next to one of your younger cousins, smiling warmly at them as they wave excitedly at you and at Hank who winks in return. They don’t eye you with suspicion, or disdain, they simply are happy to meet a new friend.

During the officiating ceremony, you could feel your eyes welling up with tears, so happy for the love and connection that your cousin had found. A small sniff caught Hank’s attention, and he subtly handed you a tissue from his pocket and dared to link his fingers with yours, briefly checking that it was okay with you. You gave him a watery-eyed smile and leaned your head on his shoulder as the ceremony continued, butterflies swarming merrily in your stomach.

Hank was definitely good with kids, you discovered. Though you hadn't really ever wanted children, it was nice to see that he could get along with the younger members of your family too. After the service curious little minds came to ask who Hank was, their eyes lit up in wonder when he said he was a police sergeant, mostly because that meant he drove a car that could go fast and make loud noises, that’s all that mattered to them.

He had graciously offered to let them come and see the 21st District some time, to sit in one of the big patrol cars and wear a cool hat. To which you had been forced to promise that you would make it happen soon.

His son, Justin, had come up in conversation a few times in your previous meetings, as well as his grandson, the two precious boys in his life who he couldn’t see. Olive rarely came back to visit these days, and Justin had passed on, it was something Hank didn’t talk about too much but you were sure to let him know that it was okay to do so if he wanted to.

You knew it was entirely too early in your knowing Hank to feel such a deep-seated affection and admiration, but you couldn’t help it, with each passing interaction you watched a usually gruff and stand-offish man show just how much grace and heart he also possessed.

The afternoon sun was finally beginning to set, the air was still humid and a lot of the wraps, shawls and cardigans had been relegated to the backs of the white wicker chairs in the reception tent. The suit jackets had also met the same fate, including Hank’s jacket, which meant that now your date was roaming in the powder blue shirt, with the buttons undone at the top and his sleeves rolled halfway. To put it simply, he was killing you.

You caught yourself staring more than a few times, you and he had been separated by aunt Barbara who had slotted herself in between to get to know your date better. Aunt Barb was the type to somehow make it impossible to interject or escape a conversation, so you had no choice but to let your date deal with it.

In your ogling of him, Hank had started to catch you out too, between sips of champagne and eating the canapés he’d wink at you or give you a knowing smile which made your cheeks heat up. You couldn’t believe how good he was at flirting, especially in a tent full of your closest family.

Finally, when aunt Barbara had worn herself out and gone in search of uncle Harry, you were able to slot yourself back in next to Hank, enjoying the sound of the live acoustic band that was playing at the front of the tent as you felt an arm wrap around you, your knee brushing against his under the table. It was comfortable, it was exciting.

In easy silence you simply enjoyed Hank’s proximity, almost jumping when he murmured low in your ear, “I love aunt Barb, she’s a character, but damn if I couldn’t take my eyes off the prettiest woman here.”

You snort, trying to recover from your giddiness, “You’re a real charmer, aren’t you?”

“It’s not my strong suit, but…You bring it out in me.” You shake your head, feeling affectionate towards him all the more.

Resting a hand on his arm with a small squeeze, “You’ve been amazing today, thank you for coming.”

“It’s been my absolute pleasure, thank you for inviting me, sunshine.” He grins, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, relishing the smile that both the nickname and kiss elicited from you.

You’re about to say something else when the music quietens, and the singer speaks over the microphone.

“Okay, everyone, it’s been a day of love and laughter, and now it’s time for a couples’ dance, any sweethearts out there get on up, join the newlyweds and celebrate what you’ve got going on!”

Almost immediately all the older couples, your cousins and their partners get to their feet to take to the floor. The bride and groom are in the spotlight in the middle.

You turn to Hank, getting the courage to ask him to dance when you’re already met with an offered hand.

“Would you like to?” He asks softly,

You nod, “More than I can even say”

You had been to plenty of parties for family occasions, for some of those you had dates, and none of those occasions had felt more special or endearing than the moment you were sharing with Hank right now.

It all felt like it had fit into place, his hand grasps yours, the other on your waist, and you rest a hand on his shoulder. You begin to sway to the soft romantic melody, sighing with content as you rest your head on Hank’s shoulder. He tucks his face into your neck and holds you close, you truly feel like it’s just you and him as you move.

When the song ends you eventually pull back, still holding Hank’s hand with joy thrumming through you,

“So, do I get a second date?” He queries, smiling knowingly.

You nod and he breathes a mock sigh of relief, making you roll your eyes with a giggle, slipping back into his embrace as a new song starts.

“I think you’ve sealed dates for the foreseeable future, sergeant Voight, there’s no doubt about that.”

Fin.

#hank voight x reader #chicago pd #one chicago

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cipher04 · 3 months

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Fandom Frenzy (Doubling friendly) Seeking Roleplay Partners

Note: Not replacing any current partners, just always seeking to add more partners.

About Me:

I am 18+ and will only write with partners who are also 18+

Willing to double!

Prefers writing dominant male characters in male x female relationships

Flexible writer, quality posts: post length varies depending on the plot, my partner, and the post, but my typical range is 1-5+ paragraphs

Reply schedule varies. Not able to post much during the week. Most posts likely during the weekend, but will do my best to reply as soon as I can. Will let you know of any extended or unusual absences.

Prefers third-person and inclusion of NSFW, open to dead dove as well

Willing to play canon characters and original characters

Open to OC/Canon and Canon/Canon. If doubling, I do enjoy it when our separate stories can connect (not required). I love playing out the sibling dynamic, so perhaps if we're doing OC/Canon doubling, our OCs could be siblings? Again, not a requirement, and to clarify, not looking for anything taboo - it would just be another way for our stories to connect

Prefers long-term stories

You can add me on discord at fandomfan#0404 or send a chat or message if interested.

Fandoms:

I am seeking partners who can play a female canon character from my list below. Extensive knowledge about the world and character is not necessary. I have no issue with you portraying these characters with your own unique interpretation.

Here is the link to the entire list of my fandoms: https://cipher04.tumblr.com/post/678212321698611200/muse-post

The 100: Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Lexa

Arrowverse/DC: Kara Zor-El, Sarah Lance, Wonder Woman

Chicago PD: Hailey Upton

Divergent: Tris Prior

Euphoria: Cassie Howard

FBI: Nina Chase

Fear The Walking Dead: Alicia Clark

Game of Thrones: Sansa Stark, Daenerys Targaryen

The Hunger Games: Katniss Everdeen

Marvel Cinematic Universe: Cassie Lang (2023 film), Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Karen Page, Daisy Johnson, Yelena Belova

The Lost World (1999 TV series): Veronica Layton

Nancy Drew: Nancy Drew

Outer Banks: Sarah Cameron

Riverdale: Betty Cooper

Saint X: Emily Thomas

The Society: Allie Pressman

Star Wars: Rey

The Walking Dead: Maggie Greene

If interested, you can react to my post or you can send me a chat. Thanks!

#the 100 rp #arrowverse rp #dc rp #divergent rp #euphoria rp #fbi cbs rp #fear the walking dead rp #ftwd rp #game of thrones rp #mcu rp #marvel rp #nancy drew rp #outer banks rp #star wars rp #the walking dead rp #riverdale rp #saint x rp

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cosmicgrapevine · 6 months

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A Not-So-Brief Summary of my Novel's Worldbuilding, Characters, Plot, and Themes

@tototavros was asking for a more comprehensive summary of this project at some point, so here goes. This is a rather 'organic' project and some of the details have changed over time and will continue to change, but I'm pretty solid on most of it at this point.

This sideblog is for my posting pieces from and other content related to my WIP manuscript Through the Grapevine, an urban fantasy novel set in the late 1990s that straddles the YA/New Adult border in tone and content. While the first novel is a fairly self-contained narrative, I am writing and marketing it as a 3-4 book series.

Metaphysics: While this mostly isn't relevant in the first book, if you pan out wide enough it turns out that our universe is only one of an uncountably high (but not infinite: something something maximum number of vertices in an n-dimensional something something) number connected by a structure known as the Viabract or Great Vine. The number of universes able to support life at all, let alone a civilization of intelligent beings, is much smaller--many universes are tiny, half-formed, or incomplete 'junk dimensions'. "Our" universe has a reputation for being unusually safe, stable, and predictable, in part because our stricter physical laws make magic more difficult to perform, and magic is ultimately a force that borrows against metaphysical stability, especially on the large scale.

The Viabract is the ultimate source of all magic, although that magic manifests locally in different ways, and skilled supernaturalists can use it to travel between dimensions. The interior is a series of interconnected tunnels to which normal notions of size and distance don't really apply. The only (arguably) living beings native to it are agglomerations of pure magic called Mires, which in their natural state look something like overgrown amoebae but can possess other beings to give themselves 'real bodies' and grant significant power to their hosts. (A non-sapient possessed animal is called a Halfmire, while a sapient possessed animal is a Fullmire)

Main Characters: My two POV characters are Melanie Kitz and Tabby Jelenski, high school juniors at a Catholic school in Chicago who have been friends since childhood. Melanie's parents, Fred and Janet, are a Chicago PD detective and a social worker for Child Services, and thus she's led a fairly privileged life. She is ambitious, hoping to get into a good college and start a career in politics or activism, and prefers to follow the rules and keep her head down.

Tabby's parents, Steve and Rita, are divorced and estranged: her paternal uncle went to jail for laundering mob money through his pawn shop, which ruined her parents' already tenuous relationship. She lives with her abusive mother, her father moved to the suburbs to live with said brother once he got out of jail, and while she deeply despises her mom she's not on great terms with her dad either. She is adventurous and reckless, planning on running away to anywhere-but-here as soon as she's done with school. She rebels against her mother through petty crimes and sleeping around with neighborhood boys.

While he's not a POV character, Lynd's arc is nearly as important as the other two. He shows up one night at Melanie's house, looking for her paternal grandfather Florentino, a man she thought had been dead for decades. He claims to be a representative of an ancient order of demon-hunters called Marksteppers who live in the wilderness and forsake human civilization, and his 'clan' seeks help from Florentino, who is the most powerful living Warden, a different school of magic (broadly speaking: Wardens are rules-magic engineers, Marksteppers are spirit-magic shamans, and they do not work well together). It is soon revealed that Lynd has ostensibly arrived in search of some information, but really wants to leave his old life behind and see what life in the 'normal world' is like.

Lynd is of the Ash Clan of Marksteppers, one of nine 'Great Clans' that rule the others and whose members are significantly more powerful. While 'normal' Marksteppers are basically human, Great Clan members are closer to demigods: they don't age, can't reproduce, and the (more or less) only way to join a clan is to kill a current member and inherit their powers, thus taking their place.

Setting: All three wind up in Kahoti, Florida, a private suburb north of Tampa built, funded, and operated by Florentino. Wardens' chief magical tool is Wards, a form of defensive magic which borrows energy from the Viabract and uses it to create barriers. Historically, Wards could only be applied to single structures, as they relied on a physical anchoring point and their power could not be transmitted through empty space. Florentino is a pioneer in Warding larger areas: his first big breakthrough was (ironically) magic-proofing Walt Disney World, using the rides, monorails and the like as vectors for Wards. By the '80s, he had mastered his craft enough to build an entire community with enough space for 30,000 people, all fully Warded and protected (real life inspirations include private and/or planned Florida communities Seaside, Celebration, and Golden Oak).

Plot: Once they settle down in Kahoti, the trio joins the Lost Kids, the in-training demon-hunting group at Kahoti High (this is, at its core, a Wake Up Go to School Save the World story). The central enemy in the story is Blackmires--Mires which seem to be created artificially, hijack hosts instead of symbiotically bonding with them, and can be transferred from one person to another with the old memories intact, none of which normal Mires are supposed to be able to do.

The mastermind behind their creation is Gerald Scutaro, aka The Centipede, a former mafioso who found a way into the world of magic and used it to benefit his organization, until he got too powerful for his own good and his fellow mobsters tricked him into a Vegas trip in the early 1990s where they gave him the Rasputin treatment and left him for dead. He survived, however, to meet Anna McCarthy, current Lord of the Sumac Clan of Marksteppers. Along with another Sumac, they invent Blackmires by combining normal Mires with the Sumac Clan's signature Black Water, a substance that in small doses makes people uninhibited and hedonistic, and in large ones mutates them into monsters that the Clan Lord can control.

McCarthy and Scutaro's ultimate plan is to gain possession of two bractoscopes, items that superficially look like mirrors but are actually portals into Warded areas that they couldn't access otherwise, use them to funnel their troops into Kahoti and take it over from the inside. And that is not just for its own sake, but to secure possession of a valuable territory for the coming actions of all nine Great Clans: an attempt to summon their creator goddess back to life and turn Earth into a fortress against their extradimensional enemies. (This is not an 'Evil Plan' necessarily: some Marksteppers and humans alike think that it will lead to a new golden age for Earth as a center of interdimensional travel, and Marksteppers in general are fond of humanity and see themselves as its protectors.)

On the more interpersonal level, Melanie was already an ambitious young woman, and learning that she's the heir to her grandfather's vast empire and a prodigal (grand)daughter to this new community only heightens that aspect of her. She learns how to use this power to the benefit of all while still keeping her morals intact. She struggles in understanding her grandfather and his work; he is at turns capricious, downright cruel, and deeply merciful. Tabby and Lynd, meanwhile, quickly find themselves falling in love with each other, their shared outsider status and being targets of suspicion deepening their bond. With Tabby's help, Lynd assimilates quickly to this new world, to the point where she fears he'll lose the spark that brought them together in the first place.

Other Characters: Florentino Cervantes himself is my flashy, sun-soaked spin on the mentor character, a wizard and business baron whose two trades mutually support each other, and who mostly farms out the mentoring to his subordinates. Travis Barrett, an aggressive and vicious hunter, is his second in command, and is secretly Melanie's older brother: Florentino forced Fred and Janet to give up their firstborn to him in return for leaving their lives entirely. Since the Lost Kids meet primarily at school, most of their adult support doubles as school staff, including Gary Hansen (dean of students), Amanda Vernon (physics), and Lou Bonifacio (driver's ed and assistant baseball coach).

Gary's daughter Fawn and Lou's nephew Jordy are both 'lifers', with Fawn specializing in infosec and cover-ups and Jordy being more of a front-liner with a magic-infused baseball bat that can turn into a massive magic-fueled sledge. Kenny Boyd and Anthony Nicks began their training in middle school. Anthony is the team nerd of sorts: tech whiz and loremaster with perception-altering powers, while Kenny is a cynical metalhead and skateboarder with the ability to control metals. Finally, the 'Pool Crew' consists of Drew, Jevon, Conrad, and Corey, who answer directly to Travis and whose preferred magic is the gun kind. Jordy's girlfriend Shanti Khatri had a spot on the team for a minute, but was kicked out and memory-wiped for targeting her classmates with mind-altering magic.

Of the bad guys: Ernest Brunswick is a 200-year-old English aristocrat who gained Markstepper-immortality at age 30 or so, and the chief chemist in the creation of Blackmires. He is estranged from Scutaro and McCarthy when the story begins and seeks to undermine them. Other agents include Dale Patterson, the first Blackmire who could successfully travel from body to body, but given he was a white supremacist before being transformed, insists on possessing only white men, and Rachel Bosart, a one-hit-wonder pop singer from the '70s who is looking to ride Scutaro's magic into a younger body. While none of the students start out demonic (in the non-mundane sense at least), the bad guys do get their claws into Shanti and star pitcher Ryan Hyde as well.

Themes: The most central theme to this story is freedom vs. safety, exemplified by Tabby and Melanie respectively. Wards provide safe havens from demons, but must be carefully controlled and are not open to everyone. Personal choice is also a major factor: destiny and chosen ones do not really feature here (although some characters think otherwise), and emphasis is repeatedly placed on how all three tritagonists choose to learn more or go deeper. While I'm trying to avoid going all Ernest Cline, 90's/y2k nostalgia is a factor as well, playing up the pre-9/11, pre-Columbine sense of freedom and optimism, as well as one of the last eras where having a social life didn't require being constantly plugged into the internet.

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Type: One shot about Jay Halstead + Will Halstead (Chicago) Rating: Rated R | Very heavy in BDSM | Minors don’t interact Word Count: 4800+ Trigger: BDSM, Sexual Enjoy!

She pulled on her stockings and laced up her boots. Ran her fingers through her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. She put on her red lipstick, knowing it would be smeared on her face later. She left her apartment and headed down to the club. It wasn't any normal club, it was a club for people who loved to be dominated. There were rumors that someone was looking for a sub. He was known as the detective but she never met him. The rumors made her want to meet him because everyone has said he was a good dom. She made her way to the door, allowing the bouncer to place a wristband on her. She nodded and headed inside, the lights were low with a red glow. She made her way to the playroom, leaning against the wall just taking in the scene.

"Now what do we have here?" he asked as he walked up to her. "Whatever you want sir" she looked at him. "Oh, good girl" he placed his hand against her chin, brushing his thumb against her lip. "But I can also be bratty," she said. "I bet you can be fun" he smirked as he moved closer to her. "And I bet you can be fun" she shifted closer to him, not touching him because she knew the rules. "So tell me why did you come here tonight?" he asked. "Oh you know why," she said. "Use your words," he said as he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to him. "To be your play toy," she said. "My play toy or the club's toy?" he asked. "Maybe both," she said. "No no, because if you are mine I don't share" he whispered in her ear. "Then don't share" she spoke softly. "May I get you a drink?" he asked. "I would love one," she said. "Stay here" he brushed his thumb against her lips.

She obeyed him as she watched him disappear to the bar. She looked around the playroom, just enjoying how everyone was so open to knowing what they wanted. He returned and handed her a drink as he watched her. She took a few sips knowing he was watching her, so she decided to tease him. She licked the glass before taking a sip, he smirked and shook his head as he watched her.

"Sir?" she asked. "What princess?" He said. "Can I ask your name?" she looked at him. "Detective," he said. "That's all you need to know," he said. "Yes Detective," she smiled. "Are you a real cop?" she asked. "That's classified info," he said. "Fair enough," she said as she took a sip. "And you go by?" He asked. "Angel," she said. "Well now you're my princess," he said. "Yes sir" she nodded. "Come with me," he said as he grabbed her around her waist.

He led her upstairs to a private room. He sat down in a chair, pulling her onto his lap. He needed to know her rules and what was off the table. He needed this information before he could ever make her his.

"So there is a contract over on the table, read it carefully and see if you agree," he said. "Wait, you want this for the long term?" she questioned. "Yes of course I do, is this something you haven't done?" he questioned. "I've done a scene before but for the most part it ended after one night," she said. "Well, I like knowing limits before I start so go read the contract," he said. "Sure" she nodded as she stood up, walking over to the table. "Wouldn't it be easier just to tell you?" she questioned. "It would but I would love to have it written, so there are no questions about consent," he said. 'I understand that," she nodded. "I want you to give me all of you," he said as he moved behind her, placing his hand against her neck. "All of you" he whispered into her ear. "I don't do anything with bodily fluids, meaning no peeing kink. My safeword is RED, I use the traffic symbols. Red means stop, yellow means slow down and green means I'm all good" she leaned her head back. "Anything else if I don't like it I will use my safeword," she said. "Feelings about pain? Anal?" he questioned. "Some pain is ok, makes it more intense, and I'm always open to trying anal," she said. "So are you mine?" he asked. "Just one more thing," she said as she grabbed the pen. 'What?" he asked. "What is your name?" she looked up at him. "It's Jay," he said. "So my rules are when I call you princess, a scene is in the works" he looked at her. "Ok," she nodded. "Any other rules?" she asked. "No," he said as he pulled her up from the chair. "The only thing I want is for you to fully give yourself to me," he said. "I've always heard rumors about you," she said. "Hopefully good things" he looked at her. "Of course" she nodded as she signed the contract. "Good girl" he smiled as he grabbed the paper. "So you will get a copy of this so there are no questions about what we agreed to" he nodded.

She nodded as she made her way to the bed. She sat on the edge as he made sure the door was locked. He made his way over to her, moving between her legs. Placing his hand against her neck, pushing her back against the bed. He grabbed her chin to make her look at him, demanding her attention. He leaned in, kissing her softly but showing her his power. She kissed him back, keeping the same intensity.

"No sounds" he whispered before he started sucking against her neck.

She nodded as she didn't want to displease him. Controlling her breathing as she tried not to make a sound. He knew he had her right where he wanted her. He slowly moved down to her collarbone, gripping her dress and pushing it up as he moved down. He lifted her slightly, removing the dress, and throwing it to the floor. She bit her lip as he moved down her body, making sure she didn't make a sound. He placed his mouth over her nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Gently pulling it with his teeth, as he played with the other nipple with his hand. He slowly moved between them as she moved her hips towards him. He smirked as he looked at her, slowly trailing his tongue down her body. He stood up from the bed, taking his shirt off as well as his belt. He allowed his pants to fall from his hips. Leaving him in his boxers as he moved back over the top of her. Gripping her chin again demanding her attention, her eyes locked onto his.

"Now you can moan or scream if you like," he said as he placed the belt around her arms. "Yes sir" she nodded as she kept her eyes on him.

He looked through the nightstand and pulled out a small bullet. It was small but it was powerful enough to get the job done. He moved over top of her, nudging her legs open with his knee. He leaned over and kissed her softly, moving to her neck. He turned on the bullet and hovered over her skin with it. At first on her stomach and then down to her thigh moving slowly. He moved the bullet closer to her center, teasing her slightly. He placed the bullet on her nub, sending pleasure through her body. She moved her hips towards him as she wanted more, she wanted him. He smirked as he knew he was teasing her, edging her closer to a climax.

"Beg," he said. "Please" she moaned. "Please sir" she looked at him. "Please what?" he smirked. "Please let me cum" she moaned as he turned it back on against her clit. "Cum for me princess," he said as he kept the bullet on her clit.

She bucked her hips towards his movements as she climaxed. He kept her legs open as he kept the bullet against her, allowing her to ride out her climax. He stood up from the bed, removing his boxers as he grabbed something from the nightstand. He grabbed her hand, pulling her up so she was sitting up on the bed.

"Are you ok?" he asked as he grabbed her chin, making her look at him. "Yes I'm ok" she nodded as she took the condom from him. "May I?" she asked. "Yea I was going to ask you to assist," he said as he took the belt off of her hands.

She didn't have much to do since it was already hard. She looked up at him as she took him into her mouth. He placed his hand behind her head as she started to suck on him. His moan escaped his lips as he leaned his head back as she sucked on him. She pulled away from him, grabbing the condom. She opened the condom and slipped it onto him. He pushed her back onto the bed, moving back over the top of her. Nudging her legs open with his leg, slipping between her legs. He leaned down and kissed her softly as he slipped his tip up and down her slit, rubbing against her swollen nub.

"Sir" she moaned. "Don't worry princess" he said as he looked at her. "I'll give you what you want but you have to ask," he said. "Can I have you please?" she asked. "You want me?" he kept sliding himself against her. "Yes please," she moved her hips towards him. "Be patient princess" he said as he pushed her hips down.

He shifted his hips and pushed himself into her. She allowed her moans to escape her lips as he soon pulled back up. Then he pushed himself in her again and started to thrust. His thrust was powerful and deep, hitting all of her spots. Even spots she didn't know she had, sent pleasure down her spine. She arched her back and allowed her moans to escape her lips. He knew she was close so he angled his hips and hit her deepest spot. Sending her over the edge, he gripped her hips allowing her to enjoy the moment. As she came down he started to thrust into her again. He pulled himself out and flipped her around, pulling her hips towards his. Pushing himself back into her, thrusting into her. He grabbed her throat, pulling her close to his chest. His lips were against her neck as he thrust into her. She pushed her hips back towards his as he thrust into her. He moaned into her ear as he grabbed her hips.

"You want to feel me cum?" he asked. "Yes sir" she moaned. "I want to make you scream as I do" he pushed her down on the bed, angling her hips with his. "Please" she begged.

She gripped the sheets as he thrust deeper into her. She could feel herself rushing towards another climax. He kept his grip on her hips as he picked up the tempo. He was also chasing his climax, he could feel her edge closer. She screamed as she climaxed against him, and he thrust a few more times as he also climaxed. He leaned down kissing her shoulder as they both slowly came down from the climax blist. He slipped himself out of her and took the condom off. He walked into the bathroom and started a hot bubble bath. He also grabbed a glass of water and a protein bar, before making his way back to her. She lay on the bed just watching him as she tried to catch her breath.

"Here you need hydration and something to eat," he said as he sat on the bed. "Thank you" she sat up and took a glass of water. "That was intense so you need to recover," he said as he pulled her closer, rubbing her legs. "Yea that was intense: she nodded as she took a sip of the water. "I have a bubble bath running, I want you to get into it and soak, relax," he said. "Thank you" she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Aftercare is just as important as the scene," he said. "I know," she nodded. "Alright go get in the tub and relax" he demanded. "Yes sir" she smiled as she stood up. "Good girl," he said as he spanked her ass as she walked away.

She walked into the bathroom and pulled her hair back into a messy bun. She slipped herself into the tub and laid back enjoying the warmth of the water. He leaned against the bathroom door frame just watching her.

"Join me?" she asked. "I have some business to attend to," he said. "Oh ok," she nodded. "I enjoyed tonight, I'll love to do it soon" he walked over to her. "Of course, since I signed a contract" she smiled as she looked at him. "I know" he smirked as he grabbed her chin, leaning in and kissing her softly. "See you soon princess," he said. "See you soon," she said as she watched him leave.

She finished the bubble bath and got dressed. She left the room and the club, making her way back to her apartment. She went past her roommate and went straight to her room. Once she lay down she quickly fell asleep. She didn't realize that it was nearly 5 am so she slept pretty much all day. Finally, around 1 pm she woke up and made her way downstairs.

"Need coffee," she said as she made herself a cup of coffee. "Where were you last night?" her roommate asked. "Just out," Angel said. "With?" her roommate asked. "Just out, enjoying my time Jess," she said. "Well, I have this friend" Jess started to say. "That you want to set me up with?" She said as she took a sip from her cup. "Yea, I think you two would hit it off," Jess said. "What is he like?" she asked as she sat down. "Well he's a doctor," Jess said as she sat down as well. "And cute," Jess said. "Then why don't you date him?" she asked. "Because of Christain of course" Jess rolled her eyes. "He's perfect for you," she said. "Can I at least see a picture?" she asked. "Know his name?" she looked at Jess. "His name is Will and I have a picture of him," Jess said as she looked through her phone. "Ok he is cute," She said as she looked at the picture. "And you say he's a doctor?" she asked. "Yes, he is," Jess nodded. "I'll see when he is free and let you know," she said. "Ok," she nodded.

She sat with her thoughts and her coffee. No one knew that she was into BDSM nor did anyone know the club she went to too. She would entertain this idea of a blind date but couldn't stop thinking about the detective. She finished her coffee and went upstairs to get ready for work. A quick shower before getting dressed, leaving her apartment, and making her way down to the bar. She was a bartender for a local bar, it wasn't the best job but she loved being a bartender.

"Our Angel is here," a regular said. "Always here" she smiled as she made her way behind the bar. "Beer on the tab?" she asked. "Of course," he nodded. "Coming right up," she said as she grabbed a glass.

She poured the beer into the glass and handed it to the customer. She wiped off the bar as she continued to serve everyone. She leaned against the counter as the pace started to slow down. Will walked into the bar and sat down in front of her.

"Will, right?" she asked. "Yea, how do you know my name?" he asked. "Just do," she said as she walked up to the bar. "What can I get you?" she asked. "Just a beer" he looked at her. "and tell me your sources," he said. "I cant tell you," she said as she grabbed a glass, filling it up. "So you know I'm a doc as well" he smirked. "Should I be worried?" he asked as he took the glass from her. "That's for you to determine," she said. "Are you going to tell me your name?" he asked. "That's a secret" she smiled. "Oh," he nodded as he took a sip from the glass.

They kept talking through the night. Asking random questions and just joking around. Will had plenty of ER stories to tell and Angel loved to listen to him. It seems to make her shift go quicker and before she knew it, it was time to clock out.

"Well I'm off the clock," she said. "Nice" Will smiled. "You know you didn't have to stay up all night," she said. "I enjoyed my time with you," he admitted. "Plus still on doctor time" he smiled. "True," she said as she walked to her car with him. "Why does she keep doing this?" He said as he looked at his phone. "What?" Angel asked. "My friend Jess," he said as he looked up. "Keep trying to set me up with some girl," he said. "Oh," She said as she looked at him. "Some girl named Angel, I'm not so sure about blind dates," he said. "What about seconds dates?" she asked. "They are nice when I know the person I'm seeing," he said. "Well what about us having a second date?" she asked. "Sure," he smiled. "I'm Angel by the way," she said as she got into the car. "Wait you know Jess" Will sighed. "I didn't mean anything by it," he said. "I get it but now you know who I am so it doesn't have to be awkward," she said. "True," he said. "I'm sorry," he said. "You don't need to be sorry, just try to pick out a good second date," she said. "I will" he nodded as he closed her door for her. "Good night," he said. "Good morning," she said as she pulled off from the parking lot.

She drove straight to her apartment when she got out of the car. She noticed flowers and a note near the door. She quickly picked it up and went inside, locking the door behind her. The note was from the detective saying how he enjoyed the other night and wanted more. It also had the contract that she signed so there were no questions asked about consent. She put the flowers into a vase and filled it with water. She quickly texted the number explaining that she just got off of work and was tired. She made her way upstairs and lay in bed, waiting for his response.

"get some rest princess, I have a special occasion planned tonight' Jay texted. "Sounds interesting, text me the details" she texted back before falling asleep

He texted her the details while she was asleep. She slept until 1 pm and got up, going downstairs to make coffee. She finished making her coffee, sitting at the table when Jess walked in.

"How did you meet Will already?" Jess said. "He came into the bar, we talked and now we have a second date," she said as she took a sip of her coffee. "Second date?" Jess asked, confused. "He said he didn't do blind dates and was annoyed you kept trying to set him up," she said. "I'm going to kill him," Jess said. "Do it after our second date, we had a pretty good vibe" she nodded. "Really?" Jess asked intrigued. "Yea he's funny, cute and I like his vibe" she nodded. 'That's good, maybe this will work out for you," Jess said. "Not making any promises but we can see where it goes," she said. "Someone left this dress on our porch," Jess said. "What dress?" She asked. "It was by the door when I came in," Jess said as she grabbed the dress, showing it to Angel. "Wow," Angel said. "Yea I know right, there is a note," Jess said. "Get dressed princess and I'll pick you up" She read out loud. "Oh, shit," she said as she looked at her phone for the details. "Who sent you this and whose princess?" Jess asked. "It's nothing, a friend sent it to me," She nodded. "I'm supposed to go to this fundraiser with him," she said. "Oh cool," Jess said. "Need help getting ready?" she asked. "Of course," She said. "Let's make you more beautiful," Jess said.

They made their way upstairs. Jess started doing Angel's hair while Angel started to do her makeup. The dress was beautiful but she truly didn't know exactly where she was going. She finished doing her makeup as Jess finished curling Angel's hair. She slipped the dress on and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Wow whoever your friend is, he is damn lucky," Jess said, "Thanks," She said as she looked at herself. "He is very lucky," she said. "I think your carriage awaits," Jess smiled. "Thank you," She said as she hugged Jess before leaving the apartment.

Jess stood at the door trying to get a glimpse of the person in the car. Unfortunately, the windows were too tinted so she could see into the car, just that Angel got inside and disappeared. There was only a driver inside when Angel got into the car. She didn't know where she was going but she knew she would be safe with the detective. They finally arrived at their destination, the driver got out of the car. Making his way to her side of the car, opening the door for her. Jay was standing there waiting for her, he reached out for her hand. She grabbed his hand and got out of the car. He slipped his arm around her waist as they walked into the building.

"Can I ask what we are doing here?" she asked. "It's a party," he said as he opened the door to the ballroom. "Wow," she said as she looked around the ballroom. "Just wanted to show off my new princess," he said as he guided her into the ballroom. "Really?" She asked. "We just met," she said. "And I want to show you off, now know your role, princess," he nodded. "Yes sir" she nodded as she walked with him.

He guided her around the ballroom introducing her to everyone. She slowly started to realize that this wasn't a normal party. It was a bunch of doms showing off their subs. Since Jay and her didn't talk about punishment, she wanted to test the waters. She grabbed a glass of wine and looked at him as she walked away from him. He just watched her, allowing her to think she had the power. She took a big sip from her glass and then asked someone else to dance. Of course, the dom nodded and grabbed her hand, leading her to the dance floor.

"You are playing a dangerous game," the dom said into her ear as he pulled her closer. "Oh I know," she said as she placed her arms around his neck. "Excuse me," Jay said as he stepped in. "Of course" the other dom nodded and walked away. "Playing a game that you don't know the rules to," Jay said as he grabbed her around her waist. "Exactly, I wanted to be a brat tonight" she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Brats get punished," he said into her ear. "I know," she whispered. "Naughty girl" he nodded as they danced.

They danced to a few more songs before he took her off the dance floor. He nodded toward a few people before he escorted her out of the ballroom.

"There is a room upstairs, go and be ready for your punishment," he said. "What room?" she asked. "Pick one," he said. "Yes sir" she smirked as she walked away from him.

She walked up the stairs and picked a random room. She took the dress off and sat on the bed in her panties. Just waiting for him to enter. She decided to pull her hair up into a bun when the door opened up.

"On your knees NOW," he said. "Yes sir," she said as she got onto her knees. "You must think you are really funny," he said as he grabbed her chin. "I think it was cute," she said. "And you keep thinking it's funny," he nodded. "I wanted to see what buttons I could push," she said.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the floor. She stood in front of him not making a sound. He sat on the bed patting his leg for her to go across his knee. She walked over to him, laying across his lap. He ran his hand down her back sending chills down her spine. He caressed her ass in his hand before pulling back and spanking her.

"Count," he said. "One," she said. "Good girl, there will be 4 more hits," he said. "To show you that no one else should touch you," he said. "Yes sir," she said. "And I want you to keep count," he said as he spanked her again. "Two," she said breathlessly.

He continued to spank her as she counted. Once he was finished he rubbed her ass softly, taking away the stinging, He picked her up, laying her against the bed. He moved over top of her, kissing her softly. As he was kissing her he grabbed something off the nightstand. He turned the vibrator on sliding it down her body. Keeping it against her inner thighs as she started to move her hips toward his. He smiled against her lips before pulling away. He kissed down her body, slowly teasing her. Taking her panties in his mouth, pulling them down her hips. She slowly lifted her hips allowing him to remove them fully. He ran the vibrator up her leg, going towards her center. He smirked as her body was begging to be touched. He pushed her legs open, resting between them. He slipped the vibrator up and down her slit, allowing it to nudge her clit. She arched her back pushing her hips towards him. She bit her lip as she kept her moans in trying not to make a sound.

"I want to hear you," he said as he kept the vibrator against her clit. "Fuck" She moaned. "Good girl," he said but then he turned it off. "Wait what?" she said. "Bad girls don't get rewards," he said as he turned it back on. "Ugh, I'm sorry," she said as she moaned. "Are you?" he asked. "Yes sir, You are the only one to touch me," she said. "Is that a promise?" he asked. "Always be my good girl?" he asked. "Yes sir," She said as she grabbed the sheets.

He kept teasing her as he kept turning the vibrator off and on. He smirked as she begged him to allow her to climax. He finally allowed her to climax but he didn't turn the toy off after that. By the end of the night, she was begging him to stop. He finally stopped and allowed her to catch her breath. He went and grabbed a bottle of water and a protein bar. He kissed the top of her head before he left the room. She drank some of the water and ate the protein bar. After she felt like she could walk she got up and got dressed. She left the room but noticed Jay was still there, he was downstairs talking to someone. She could hear him so she eased down the stairs until she realized who he was talking to. He was talking to Will, how did they know each other? She quickly made it down the stairs, making sure not to be seen. She ran into another sub by accident.

"Sorry," She said. "Who are you looking at?" she asked. "Oh no one," Angel said. "That's the detective right?" the girl asked. "Yes," she nodded. "Who is he talking to?" she asked. "That's his brother," the girl said.

Those words rang in Angel's ears. There was a pit in her stomach as she tried to register what the girl just told her. She took a deep breath in and decided to leave the building. She quickly called an uber and left so no one could see her. She laid back against the set, just trying to take in those words. Jay and Will were brothers, how did she get stuck in between them?

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kim-ruzek · 1 year

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you once said if you were kim you would want nothing to do with adam after he dated hailey. you wouldn’t have slept with him in the infection episode. why is that? do you still stand by it?

I do still stand by it. But that doesn't mean I don't get why Kim did. Why I wouldn't is because personally for me, I wouldn't be fine with my ex after that because it was a crappy thing to do.

But also I know that in that kind of situation I might because you never know, and because when I love, I love extremely deeply and I know how I still feel about the last person I loved even slightly close to how burzek love each other.

The meta is there for why Kim does though, and beyond that, for me, upzek would be an issue I'd struggle getting past, especially that soon after, but the show clearly didn't want to show Kim having a similar response which means in canon wise (regardless of my own hcs and interpretations) that wasn't a factor for her like it was me.

But honestly why I said I wouldn't have gone with Adam is mostly because I would not be still in communication with my ex after that blew up like that so I wouldn't have been in that position in the first place. But if it happened and I didn't break off contact, and I had a soulmate-esque love like that then I could see myself maybe doing that.

So basically, if I had this brain and my own experiences, I still stand by that. But if I had my brain but Kim's experiences then no, I don't (and that was never the scenario in which I was picturing when I said that).

#ree's asks #burzek #chicago pd #adam ruzek #kim burgess #it's just my personal preference I'd get suicidal around my ex after that bc mu brain doesn't work #plus also i don't really hook up/do casual sex

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should I. should I start SVU. I love OneChicago's characters but don't trust Dick Wolf/the writers... I want a new intense long show but I'm scared to lose my favs to questionable writing again

I mean obviously I'm biased but I would say YES YOU SHOULD. Yes it's a procedural so it's not like prestige TV but I prefer it to Chicago PD. The characterization is honestly pretty steady; Olivia Benson has been on TV for 25 years and they've done a pretty good job keeping her consistent. Not perfect but she's more or less recognizably herself throughout, and it's really compelling to watch one character grow throughout all that time. If you like one Chicago and you want intense and long you kinda can't beat svu, it should be right up your alley. And if you're looking for new couples to ship you can't beat the EO 25 year slow burn, but Liv has other love interests along the way and there's rollisi so you've got some shippy options.

Worth noting there has been iirc a lot more interpersonal drama and shakeups behind the scenes at Chicago PD (I don't know anything about the other one Chicago shows and can't speak to that) than we've seen at svu; given the length of time SVU has been on the air it's had fewer showrunners (and so more consistent writing) than comparable shows, and with mariska and ice to anchor it the whole thing feels pretty cohesive given what it is. There's a major split in tone at s13 but it makes sense contextually and the wounds caused by that rift are being healed by the narrative now and you'd get to enjoy that resolution much more quickly than those of us who spent ten years thinking that was never gonna happen.

Obligatory note here that the subject matter is heavy, but that's true of Chicago PD in parts so.

So. I don't know your preferences but I'd say give it a shot!!! And if you like it pls come back here and yell at us about it 💜

#s.vu #asks

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I’m of the opinion that Tracy will leave after this season. I think Jesse would have stayed this season if allowed but sounded like they wanted him for 3. I really believe the choice to leave was also much more than a professional choice. I think they could be at a stage in their relationship to perhaps move to the next stage and I think both would prefer to be based in LA. Just wondering what your thoughts are, as you always have such great insight.

It didn’t have so much to do with Jesse being “allowed” to stay or the writers only wanting him for just three episodes of season 10. He chose to leave. He could have just peaced out at the end of season 9, but he didn’t and gave them three more episodes to write off his character.

As for the rest of it, I think his decision to leave was much more personal than he wanted to share. Like he said in his interview, he would have turned 40 on PD if he had stayed. Someone else just had a big birthday too. Neither of them are old by any means, but they’re also not getting any younger and the timing couldn’t be, or seem to be, more perfect for the both of them from a career and personal perspective.

Tracy and Jesse are not codependent on one another in any way, but they seem like they’re in a very serious relationship (to me) and being away from your significant other for a long period of time over and over can sometimes become challenging. Especially in this industry. If Jesse was offered a 3 year renewal, I’d think Tracy would have been given or will be given a similar offer - either 2 or 3 more years at least - and I, personally, wouldn’t want to be away from my partner if I didn’t need to be and even more so if I was planning a longterm future with that person. However, if Tracy does renew her contract for any length of time, it’s only gonna cause more speculation and red (green) flags about them and their relationship the moment Jesse is spotted in Chicago. Especially when there’s no “real” reason for him to be there now that he’s not on the show anymore.

Just my two cents.

#trasse

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Do you have any shows with a soldier/veteran?Preferably NOT military shows, but any other shows where one of the characters is/was a soldier.

Like Steve from Hawaii 5-0, Sam from Flashpoint, Jay from Chicago PD.

I’m in the mood for some PTSD, nightmare, panic attack, etc type whump.

Oooh that's a good request. Finding shows that are not focused on the military but have characters who were in the military. I like it. Here are some other good ones:

9-1-1 - Eddie Diaz was an Army medic

Bones - Booth was in the Army

Lethal Weapon - Riggs was a Navy SEAL

NCIS - Gibbs was in the Marines

MacGyver (2016) - both Mac and Jack were in the Army (I still can't believe the reboot took the OG MacGyver who was a pacifist and massively anti-gun and had the reboot version join the military. Crazy.)

BBC Sherlock - Watson was an Army Doctor

The A-Team - all the members are former Army

Leverage - Eliot served in the Army

Magnum P.I. (both the original and the reboot) - Magnum, Rick, and TC all served in the military

#mod replies #ask #whump recs

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Unconventional - Chicago PD Fan Fiction

Nichole is a high-end prostitute who enjoys her job. Hank Voight is a tough old-school police sergeant who typically is very restrained... but not this time. {Based off of 5x11 "Confidential" where Voight meets with a madame and she asks him how he is liking Nichole.}

“May I have the definition?” the small figure on the stage asked.

To which the judge replied, “The fear or superstition of the number 666.”

Taking a deep breath, the little girl lackadaisically stated, “Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia, H-E-X-A-K-O—“

Looking away from the television behind the bar, Nichole stirred the swizzle-stick around in her drink before picking it up and taking a sip. It was surprising how well these kids could spell words she didn’t even understand. She’d heard the word for fear of the number 13, triskaidekaphobia, but never the one the girl was spelling.

Adjusting her position and glancing over at the clock, she sighed. She’d been waiting for over a half an hour now for her date to arrive but she’d yet to see the boat of a vehicle he drove pull up in front of the establishment.

“Can I get you another drink?” the bartender asked. His nose was so big, that it could only be described as a schnozzle. The black and white tag on his chest read, “Ragnar,” which was clearly an assumed name. Maybe he fancied himself to be some modern-day Viking or was just trying to be funny, either way, Nichole found it to be irksome.

“No,” she replied, as ran her finger along the moist surface of the glass, “I’m good. Thank you.”

“Very well,” the man responded, “let me know if there is anything else I can get for you.” Ragnar then headed to the other end of the counter and began to wipe it down with a rag and a bottle of disinfectant.

Glancing back up at the television, only to see that the next young contestant spelling the word, “Platyhelminthes,” Nichole shook her head in wonderment, both at the children’s abilities but also the esoteric nature of the competition. ESPN3 was not a channel she would typically choose to watch but it was better than making small talk with the other patrons, many of whom were placing bets on the outcome.

There was a small kerfuffle at the entrance of the bar as a man entered but then stepped back out as to allow two other customers to leave. Of course, he held the door open for them on their way out.

Finally entering the bar, Hank Voight looked over the crowd until he met Nichole’s gazed and made his way over to her.

The sergeant of the Chicago Police Department’s Intelligence Unit was not her usual client. Most of her clients were men with wives or men with more unconventional tastes (including one that was so entrenched in Tolkien mythology that he would speak to her in Elvish and pretend they were in Lothórien together).

Voight, however, did not fall into either of these categories. Granted, he’d been married, but he was a widower now. As for his tastes, well, the two of them had never actually made it to the bedroom. Instead, the sergeant just wanted to talk. Their ‘dates’ ended up being like therapy sessions more than anything else. She could tell he was the type of man who craved the comforts of a relationship but had been burned too many times. He preferred to keep a professional distance.

“Nichole,” he greeted her warmly, his voice gravely as ever, “sorry I’m late. I got held up at work.”

“I can imagine,” she replied with a smirk. It felt almost clandestine, having a cop for a client. But it gave her a nervous thrill that she couldn’t explain. There was something different about the sergeant this evening, somehow the look it his eyes was different, almost hungry.

Hank held out his hand to her and said, “Shall we get going?” His timing was serendipitous as it was just before Ragnar was able to come over and ask Voight if he wanted something to drink.

“Oh?” Nichole questioned. “Are we going somewhere?”

“I thought maybe we’d switch it up,” Hank said nonchalantly. “That is if you don’t have any objections?”

“No,” she replied as she took his hand and got up from the stool she’d been sitting on, “I’ve no objections. Though I hope you don’t intend on keeping me out in this weather long.” The tight red dress she was wearing wasn’t much, if any, protection from the cold Chicago winter weather.

“My car is just outside,” Hank replied as helped her on with her coat, careful to not trap her dark tight curls beneath the collar of the garment.

The two of them stepped out into the cold night, the dark cerulean sky clear against the glowing yellow orbs of the street lights. The short stone obelisks divided the sidewalk from the road and she stepped around them to reach Hank as he held open the passenger door of his black Cadillac Escalade.

“Brrr,” she said once he had joined her in the vehicle, “it’s so cold. What I wouldn’t give to be on a beach in the Caribbean somewhere.”

“You and me both,” the sergeant responded as he pulled out from behind the Toyota parked in front of them.

It wasn’t long until Voight pulled up in front of a very expensive looking hotel, which surprised Nichole. She was accustomed to men flashing their superfluous wealth in front of her, but Hank had never been one of those men. It was unexpected but she saw nothing pernicious in his behavior so she merely smiled agreeably as the bellhop helped her from the car and Voight gave his keys to the rotund valet.

Entering the building quickly to escape the cold, Hank left her side momentary to go and check in at the front desk. Nichole slowly wandered around the lobby admiring the furnishings, glancing at the artwork, listening to the light piano music that was piped through the speakers, and running her fingers along the leaves of the decorative trees.

Turning her head, she noticed the sergeant seemed to have gotten himself in a bit of a confrontation with the man behind the desk, who was quietly fulminating about something or another, his face as red as a terracotta flowerpot. It was disconcerting that within minutes of walking into the building, that it looked like they were already being asked to leave. But luckily Hank handled the situation before returning to her having obtained the key card from the supercilious and constipated looking concierge.

“Was there a problem?” Nichole asked.

“No,” Hank replied shaking his head, “some people just enjoy being disagreeable.”

“Well, we won’t let that spoil our night, shall we?”

The sergeant didn’t respond but a quick smile fluttered across his lips as he ushered her to the elevator.

The muzak of the elevator mixed harshly with the music of the lobby, and Nichole was glad as the doors slid shut against the cacophony of sound.

“You are full of surprises tonight,” she stated as they rode upward to their room.

“Am I?” Hank replied, being cheeky.

“I’m accustomed to you just wanting to talk but getting a hotel room has other implications.”

“And do you find those implications, not to your liking?”

Nichole actually laughed, “Hank, if I didn’t like doing what you are implying, then I wouldn’t be in this line of work, now would I?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Though I must say,” she commented, “there are less expensive places you could’ve taken me. There really is no need to try and impress me.”

“It’s less about the cost and more about the cleanliness,” Hank stated straightforwardly. “I’m not particularly fond of rolling around in sheets that have been tainted by other people’s sweat, sebum, semen, or other bodily fluids.”

“Rolling around? My, what type of shenanigans do you have in store for me Hank?”

The man practically blushed as he looked down at his feet but was saved from responding by the doors opening up on their floor.

“1307,” he said quietly, “down the hall and to the left.”

Teasingly, she pulled the keycard from his hand and walked to the door of the room, purposefully swaying her hips sensuously. Truth be told, she loved her job and, though Voight paid the same rate for her time as any other client, her sessions with him had always left her unsatisfied. She wanted him and the thought of him wanting her as well had her excited.

Sliding the key into the card reader, Nichole entered the room quickly as she shed her coat and hung it up on a nearby chair. Voight was right behind her and she felt his hand lightly touch her waist. Turning toward’s him, she moved in close.

He wasn’t an overly tall man but even with the heels she was wearing, she was still shorter than him. Voight moved in to kiss her but stopped just short.

“Can I?” he asked unsurely. “Is this alright?”

“When you’re paying,” she said softly, “you don’t have to ask.”

“That’s not the sort of man I am.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Nichole stated as she drew his face towards her and locked her lips with his.

The stubble around his mouth was ever so slightly abrasive against her lips as she moved her tongue against his.

*RING*

Sounds of a cell phone interrupted their little make-out session and Voight stepped back as he fished around in his pocket for the device.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Do you mind if I take this?”

“It’s up to you Hank. The time is yours to use as you’d like.”

“I’ll just be a moment,” he said as he stepped into the restroom to take the call in private.

With a sigh, Nichole waited for Hank to return. Glancing around at the room and the ubiquitous furnishing one finds in all hotel rooms: a bed, nightstand (complete with a Gideon’s Bible, an overstuffed chair, small refrigerator, a desk, lamps, and hotel pamphlet with various information like parking, wifi, and room service). Flipping through the booklet, she looked over the menu selection, a whole smorgasbord, which ranged from tacos, waffles, and harvester oatmeal cookies. Unlike the options from the kitchen, the selection in the mini-bar was limited, besides the small bottles of vodka and whiskey, there were chocolate bars and raisin trail-mix.

The noise of the bathroom door opening announced the return of the sergeant.

“Everything okay,” she asked as she smiled at him seductively.

“Fine,” he said.

“Then let’s get down to business,” Nichole said as she grasped the open edges of his open leather jacket and pulled him with her as she sat down on the end of the bed. Trailing her hands down the zippered edges, she let go of him and brought her hands down to support her weight as she leaned back, staring up at the man standing in front of her.

“Nichole,” he said warily, “maybe it might be better if we just talked.”

“You didn’t bring me here to talk.”

“But—“

“Whatever is holding you back,” she said persuasively, “don’t let it. We’ve talked enough. Time for action.”

“I want to be sure that I’m not… I don’t know how to say it exactly but this situation could be construed as nefarious in nature. I know it’s illegal but…”

“Oh,” Nichole exclaimed, “will you stop filibustering already? The illegal part just makes it more tantalizing. Besides, I want this. And I think you do too.”

In fact, she knew he wanted it. The bulge in his trouser was evident of the fact. Lifting her hands from the bed, she undid his belt with practiced efficiency. The other fastening of his pants were undone with equal proficiency and placing her fingers through the fold in the fabric at the front of his boxers, Nichole gripped his engorged member.

“Wait,” Voight said suddenly, reaching down and grabbing her hand, “we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m a cop.”

“Fine,” she said, “don’t pay me. Just give me that cock.” And with that final statement, she had his penis out of his pants and in her mouth.

The sergeant moaned but she hadn’t even gotten started yet. Taking the length of him in her mouth, she licked up and down the shaft. Then, taking a hold of him, pushed her head down so that the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat. She repeated this action multiple times as he ran his fingers through the locks of her hair.

Since he seemed to be enjoying himself, Nichole pulled out one of her favorite tricks as she curved her tongue so that the tip tickled the underside of the head of his organ. He gasped and shivered all at once.

Pulling away and leaning back, the whore looked up at the cop and asked, “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” Voight stammered.

“Then come and get it,” Nichole said as she backed up further on the bed and pulled down the top of her dress so that her left shoulder was bare.

Hank may have been in his fifties, but besides the salt and pepper hair, the stout man’s body didn’t show the signs of age or neglect as he stripped off his clothing except for his white undershirt and patterned boxers.

Joining her on the bed, Voight reached over and traced his fingers down the bronzed skin of her arm. Nichole locked eyes with him for just a second before rolling over and pulling her hair from behind her neck to over her shoulder, revealing the top of the zipper of her dress.

Holding the zipper between his fingers, Hank gently lowered the thin piece of metal. The back of the dress opened, Nichole easily slipped out of the garment and turned to the man behind her and took his face in her hands. She pressed her lips against his, as Voight lowered his hands to her breasts.

His hands were tender at first but quickly that progressed to him sliding his hands beneath the fabric of her bra and firmly massaging the supple mounds and tugging at her dark nipples. Unclasping the back of the lace strap, Hank lowered his head as the fabric fell away and covered the areas with his face as he licked and sucked on each bud in turn.

The whore’s panties were the next thing to go as he pulled them down almost reverently.

“What’s this,” he asked, noticing the small figure tattooed on her hip.

“Oh,” replied Nichole, “that’s Calliope, the muse of poetry.”

“Poetry, huh? What kind of poetry?”

“All sorts of poetry, limericks, sonnets,” she said with a wink. “Or, you know, the type of poetry two people make in bed.”

“That’s my favorite kind,” he responded as he cupped her plump ass in his hands. Then bringing her closer to him in a bear hug, he flopped down on the bed with her onto of him.

“Hank,” Nichole giggled as she pulled off his shirt and underpants, “these need to come off if we are to continue.”

Retrieving a condom from one of the discarded articles of clothing strewn about, she unwrapped it and rolled it down the length of his cock. Nichole was a professional after all, she wasn’t about to take any unnecessary risks.

The sergeant reached out and grabbed her hips and assisted to position her so that she was straddling him. Their eyes met?

“Are you ready?” Hank asked huskily.

“Are you?” she replied with a smirk and lowered herself down onto his waiting and eager member. The head of his penis breached her outer lips and spread her cunt open as she impaled herself on him. Flexing her pelvic muscles, she was rewarded with the sight of him gasping as he involuntary threw his head back in pleasure.

“Mmmm,” she hummed as she ground down, “that feels just right.”

His fleshy cock within her felt perfectly snug, the more than adequate length and thick girth filling her in an ever so satisfying manner as if his his dick were a sword in its sheath.

Adjusting her position, Nichole began to move in a serpentine fashion as she oscillated her hips back and forth, raising and lowering herself to her knees.

“Fuck,” Hank gasped as she reached out one hand and put it on her breasts, the other hand on her clit, gently tapping the bundle of nerves.

Unused to her clients engaging in this sort of altruistic behavior, she reveled in the sensations he stirred within her.

“Mmmm,” he growled. “You must like that.”

“Yes,” she said breathily.

“You like my hard cock in your juicy cunt?”

“Yes.”

“You like fucking in a way that makes your legs weak?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I love seeing you like this. Naked and greedy for dick. The way your pussy is wrapped around me is a fucking dream. You’re going to milk my cock for every ounce of cum you can get. I’m going to drain my balls in your cunt like the nasty fucking whore you are.”

It was flabbergasting, who knew that the cool and collected cop had such a dirty mouth? It sent shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. She was losing her concentration and was taken by surprised when he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back and got on top of her, pushing her legs back.

Reaching down she grabbed his cock and repositioned it at her entrance.

“You are such a slut,” he growled. “You want this, don’t you? Tell me.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes! Fuck me!”

He was more than happy to comply and he slid his dick back inside of her.

“FUCK!” Nichole screamed. The man’s cock inside of her was stretching her in the most delightful ways as he rammed into her repeatedly.

She knew he wasn’t going to last much longer as he lowered her legs and positioned himself his arms on either side of her. The position they were in was putting her into sensory overload as his lower abdomen rubbed against her clit. Fuck.She wasn’t going to last much longer either.

It was like a spell that was about to be cast, practically witchcraft. The anticipation had her on edge and she defenestrated every care she had as her climax was imminent.

With one last thrust, she could feel Hank’s cock throb within her as he shot his load. And the thought of all that cum was what sent her over the edge as her peripheral vision blurred. Closing her eyes, the darkness was starrified by blips of light.

Settling on the mattress next to her, Hank breathed heavily as he came back down from his high as they both descended into pure serenity.

A few moments past before Nichole rolled off of the bed and headed over to the restroom.

“Where are you going?” Voight asked.

“Don’t worry,” she replied. “I’ll be right back. Besides, I think you might be in the mood for a second round.

“You must be clairvoyant,” replied Hank with a slight smile.

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marshmallows2345 · 2 years

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spicy sweet (antonio dawson x reader)

content warning: canon-typical violence, kidnapping, fighting, allusions to smut

a/n: this ended up not being as spicy as i thought but…oh well. i hope you all enjoy !

it was well established within Intelligence that you were one of the detectives with a gentler hand. you preferred to have a conversation with suspects; it usually got you further than when you would be more aggressive. sometimes, you’d even turn on the charm, using your looks to your advantage. you also knew how to talk people down, get them to cooperate. because of this, you were always the one pulled to persuade hostage holders, or talk a suspect down from making a rash decision.

you were partnered with antonio, and the two of you matched like sugar and spice. you were the “good cop,” while he was the “bad cop.” in interrogations, the two of you could work magic together. it eventually turned into a romantic relationship, over a late night at your apartment that featured a lot of booze, some great sex, and some domino’s pizza. antonio found comfort in you; you understood him better than anybody else. he trusted you so much that he even let his kids, eva and diego, stay with you if they wanted. they viewed you as almost an aunt; you were the fun one who let them stay up late, eat whatever they wanted, and always got them pizza. sleepovers were always the highlight of their month when they could stay with you.

because of how strongly you cared for eva and diego, cases with kids started to hit just a little harder. you could see them in the victims, see their smiling faces in these kids that were taken from the world too soon. the case that intelligence was working currently involved kids; and it was wearing on everyone. five kids, first kidnapped, then brutally murdered. the suspect was on the run with a child hostage, and it was a race against time to get him apprehended and get the kid he was holding out.

when jay came up into Intelligence, panting and out of breath, you said,

“anything?”

“14 Maple Street. Black van matching the suspect’s was seen at that address.”

“let’s move,” hank said, grabbing his coat.

you had never seen intelligence move so fast. hank relayed the instructions to you as you all moved quickly to the destination. there was no question; this child would be going home in one piece today. you rode with antonio, and you heard hank’s voice ring out over the comms,

“y/n, antonio, you two will go in. first priority is to get the hostage out, second one is to apprehend the suspect. hostage negotiator is on scene, no luck so far. suspect is armed.”

“suspect’s temperament?” you asked.

“growing more agitated as we speak.”

“what about the kid?” antonio asked.

“he’s fine. clearly traumatized but he’s physically fine.”

you and antonio nodded, an unspoken promise between the two of you that you would get this kid out of there. when you parked outside, you got your kevlar armor on before taking position. the beauty of dating your partner was during moments like this. there was no need to speak. it was understood that you would have each other’s backs. in these moments, you were telepathic. the connection and bond between the two of you was unbreakable.

as you both quietly moved through the house, the energy between the two of you was strong. you made it upstairs, where you said,

“suspect is upstairs. smaller bedrooms are clear, hostage and suspect are in master bedroom.”

you took a deep breath in before looking to antonio. your hand was on the doorknob, and he nodded. you opened it, stepping back to make sure he wouldn’t open fire.

“chicago pd! put the knife down!” antonio exclaimed as he pointed the gun at the suspect.

“take another step closer and the boy dies!”

“mr. kent,” you calmly said, in an attempt to calm down the suspect and try and get him to at least let the boy go, “we don’t want to hurt you. if you let the boy go, we can help you. you just have to let him go.”

“no! you can’t take him!”

you were facing the suspect head on. he pressed his knife deeper into the boy’s chin and you said, as you cocked your gun,

“push that knife in any deeper and i’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

you didn’t know how that slipped out of your mouth, but you didn’t regret it. using his better judgement, the suspect let the boy go, and antonio pulled him out, handing him to a backup officer. his attention was now on the still-armed suspect and you. if this son of a bitch hurt you, antonio knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

when the guy stalked towards you, your hand-to hand combat instincts kicked in. you knew he didn’t stand a chance, and you were right. after a quick scuffle, which you won, save for a knife slice or two, you handcuffed the suspect, knee digging into his back to add some extra spice.

“you’re a son of a bitch. going after kids? i hope you rot in jail,” you growled as you led him out.

once you had tossed him into a squad car, you headed over to the ambulance waiting outside to get checked out. luckily everything was superficial, and your scratches would heal in a week. not that you cared about your healing, you just hoped the boy was okay.

you were reassured that the boy would be okay. he would need counseling, but you had luckily saved him before anything physical happened to him. it comforted you to an extent. antonio came over to you and he said, wrapping his arm around you,

“you did good, y/n.”

“thanks. i don’t know what came over me, i just..”

“it worked. and by god, i’m glad you let him have it. how bad are the scratches?”

“i’ll be fine. minimal, if any, scarring.”

“c’mon. let me take you to my place,” antonio said, as he took your vest off for you.

“i’d like that a lot.”

he drove you to his apartment. diego and eva were with his ex-wife, and you had the apartment to yourselves. when you got in, you made yourself comfortable, shoes kicked off, and you curled up on his couch. he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and you pulled it tighter to you.

“you were really amazing out there,” he said as he pulled you up from the couch. “i loved watching you take that son of a bitch down.”

you blushed and softly chuckled as he pulled you into him. he was so strong, you could feel all the muscles in his chest and arms as you held onto him.

“but my god, baby, the best part was watching you snap at him, then cuff him with your knee in his back.”

“you liked that?”

“very much.”

smirking, you grabbed the dog tags that hung around his neck and tugged him down. his lips collided with yours as you held onto his tags.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned as you held onto his tags. “i love when you do that.”

“yeah? well i love when these tags are dangling above my face. c’mon, ‘tonio…”

he pulled you down to the couch, moving you onto his lap as his lips attached to yours. you let yourself get lost in him as you felt his hands roam your body, excitedly anticipating the night’s activities.

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