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Can u do an alcoholic dad one with Kelly ? Maybe when he turns up at the station and reader ain’t seen him in years ? Protective severide ! X
Busy call after Busy call. It was always the way. The minute someone in firehouse 51 mentioned it had been quiet on shift, the alarms didn’t stop from then on out. Every single call 61 had been either something the patient could have seen a GP for or something that became “nothing” the minute they arrived.
All she wanted to do was have a 5 minute breather - realistically a nap snuggled in Kelly’s arm but since Squad 3 were still out, she took the moment to flop back onto his bed in his officers quarters where she would hopefully get some uninterrupted time.
She had barely closed her eyes when she heard the knock on the frame of the door, looking up to see Ritter standing there looking sheepish.
“What now?” She groaned, pulling Kelly’s blankets up over her head.
“There’s someone here asking for you..” Ritter confessed, “by name..”
“For gods sake, can’t I get a few minutes rest?” She muttered as she rose from the once warm bedsheets so should definitely still be wrapped in.
She made her way onto the apparatus floor to find a man sitting at squad table. A man who definitely did not belong there.
“You need to leave..”
“Doesn’t my daughter want to play catch up with her father?” Harold replied. Harold, not her father, not her dad, just a man who chose alcohol over his family one too many times. Memories swirled around her brain of the years of verbal abuse once the alcohol worked it’s way through his system, or taking care of him at 8am when he was blackout drunk and most recently, him drinking at Molly’s and proceeding to slap her across the face and call her a whore for dating Kelly because in his eyes she ‘would always be his little girl and there’s no room for another man in her life’
“No, I want you to leave..” She announced, looking behind her to see Ritter and Mouch watching her every movement. Thankful they were nearby since Harold was irrational and unpredictable at best.
“I think you should go-“ Ritter began to speak, guilt evident in his voice that he now recognised the man as her father.
“Don’t tell me what to fucking do.” Harold snapped as his eyes darkened , “she’s my daughter and she will speak to me when I fucking say so”
“I don’t think so, Harry.” A voice came from behind them. Her breathe caught in her throat when she realised it was Kelly, followed closely by Capp, Tony and Cruz, “she has asked you to leave”
“Fuck off severide..” Harold Scoffed, “she’s my fucking daughter”
Kelly moved closer to him, motioning for the other squad 3 members to stay put. “Harold.. she doesn’t want to talk to you”
“SHES MINE.. NOT YOURS!!!” Harold yelled pushing Kelly away from him, which quickly ended in Harold being subdued by Capp and Cruz.
If she spoke, she knew tears would fall. Hell! She would likely fall to her knees and not get up. This was all too much, Harold was too much.
Kelly breathed deeply as he approached the restrained man. “I don’t know what your obsession is with her, but I know the last 4 years you’ve wanted nothing to do with her. You put her through hell growing up and taught her from an early age that men fucking suck and guess what? I’m working so hard to get her to trust me, to trust that I’ll never hurt her the way she was hurt by you”
“I did nothing-“ Harold yelled at him, before being interrupted by his own flesh and blood.
“There are things I can forgive, and theirs things I can’t. And right now, you’re the top of that list. I want you gone.. now.” Her voice shaked with each word.
“You know what? You’ll fucking regret this” Harold yelled, pulling away from the grasp the men had on him before storming out through the roller door.
Kelly snaked his arms around her waist, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” A kiss pressed against her forehead, “are you okay”
“I just want to sleep..” she cried into his chest.
“Come on then” Kelly whispered, leading her towards the bunk room.
‘Ambulance 61. Gunshot wound at…’
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"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."
Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader
Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+
Prompt: “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”
Word Count: 1211
Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]
A/N: went with matt bc i don’t have much for him
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You’d never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.
And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.
Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.
“When we get home…” Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.
Again.
His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise he’d never be able to actually get his teasing words out.
“Fuck…” Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”
“Why wait? Why not do it now?” You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.
You didn’t know if you’d have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldn’t have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.
“You want me to fuck you now?” Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. “Want me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”
“I want you to fuck me, baby.” You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.
Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.
“Fuck, Matt…” You couldn’t help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. “God, please fuck me… Let me feel that huge cock inside me.”
You knew he couldn’t resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.
Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.
“Forget waiting.” Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. “I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy now.”
You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didn’t think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.
You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.
“You ready, baby?” He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.
The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldn’t see straight.
You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.
You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.
Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though he’d just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.
“Same time next shift?”
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Distraction - Matt Casey | 18+
requested: yes
word count: 2,204
warnings: smut [unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, lowkey think some of it counts as a breeding kink? I don't actually know???]
a/n: ... jesus christ
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[“You’re the worst type of distraction, you know?” ]
Matt was probably the most supportive boyfriend you had ever had. He’s had your back since your first day at 51. He wasn’t a lieutenant yet but he still had enough pull at the house that he was able to get some asshole off your back in the first hour.
And since then he’s been at your side. You were a paramedic, so it wasn’t like the crush that had grown between you two was against the rules. And you didn’t even get together for… a while. For lack of a better word. But once you guys were, it was the strongest bond anyone had seen.
Nothing but loyalty, trust and support. Especially now. You’d had enough of being a paramedic. Not knowing what happened to patients after you brought them in. Not being able to use the copious amount of medical knowledge you had in the field. All of it was so frustrating.
So you decided to go to actual medical school. Which was going well. No you weren’t the top of your class but you were pretty high in the ranks. Half of the younger students ignored the embarrassment they put on themselves to ask for your help, knowing that as a paramedic you must have known a fair amount of stuff.
Which you did. But that wasn’t without the excessive cramming you did in between shifts. Like right now. Matt had been asleep for a few hours by now, expecting you to join him by the time it hit midnight.
It was 2:30 in the morning now.
And even though you knew you should go to bed, you couldn’t. Not when you still didn’t know what the hell to look for on an MRI. “Baby, why are you still awake?” Matt’s groggy voice was followed by the scuffle of his feet across the floor, making their way down the hallway.
You glanced over at him, a pen tucked behind your ear and hair tied up loosely. It was neat before but strands were slowly falling out of it the more you tilted and turned your head. His voice made you jump slightly, eyes too focused on some highlighted words in your textbook.
“Huh?” He sat on the couch behind you, gesturing to the skewed papers. “Oh, studying. Go back to sleep,” You gave him a soft smile, feeling his arms go around your shoulders, pulling you towards him.
Matt placed a kiss to the top of your head, “Come to bed with me,” He muttered, his hands sliding down your arms to push a different pen from your hand, grabbing it in his. You laughed softly, feeling him kiss from your cheek to your jaw.
Lightly you hummed, giving way to him, “You are the worst type of distraction you know that?” You muttered, twisting your hand to hold his. Matt nodded faintly, leaning more to kiss your shoulder.
“I know, so let me distract you more, in bed, and you can pick this back up tomorrow. When you’re more rested, and relaxed,” He slid his other hand over your shoulder, squeezing softly. It was damn near impossible to say no to him. Actually, completely impossible.
Matt was addicting. His touch, his words. Everything. He always has been. The first kiss you ever had sparked something deep inside you and since then it was like you were insatiable when it came to him.
Being at work was hard enough to control yourself, and his office only went uninterrupted for so long before someone knocked on his door so quickies were nearly off the table. Nearly. But at home, and when he was lazily kissing at your neck like he was now?
How could you even imagine declining his sweet offer?
You shifted onto your knees, turning to face him, pressing your lips to his. Matt’s hands abandoned yours, instead swooping around your waist, gently holding onto you. “That a yes?” He questioned smugly, already knowing the answer. He was well aware of the pull he had over you.
It was balanced perfectly, your presence having the same effect on the lieutenant as he on you. You hummed softly, pushing yourself up and off the floor, not without leaning forward to give him another firm kiss.
Moments like this made you thankful he was the type to only sleep in pajama pants, his chest bare for you to run your hands over. “Mhm,” Now impatient, you grabbed his hand, pulling him up, feeling him bump into your back as he followed you back into your bedroom, textbook and studies at the back of your mind.
You turned back to him the second you heard the door click behind you, hands finding the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. Any sleepiness that was in his body when he woke up was now gone, completely replaced with you, your lips and your body.
“You can’t just,” You firmly kissed him, “Come out there,” Another kiss. “And distract me.” And another. Slipping words in between them. Matt’s hands on your hips pulling you closer.
He reciprocated each kiss, his tongue fighting to slip into your mouth each time, slowly he pulled away, not caring about the line of spit that connected your mouths. “Seems I can though, doesn’t it?” His cocky words driven by the horniness that was clouding his mind, the ever growing bulge in his pants pushing the sarcastic side out of him.
Usually you were able to wrangle him in, get things done but when he started talking back? That’s when you knew to just let him do his thing. Cause damn was he good at it. “Is that so Lieutenant Casey?” You ticked an eyebrow up, overly softly gazing up at the blonde man.
Matt nodded, your tone catching his breath, “Mhm,” He nudged you back, slowly getting you to the end of the bed. “Cause look where you are,” His lips pressed to the bottom of your neck, “With,” Matt nipped right below your ear, “Me.” His breath sent a chill down your spine.
You closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side, letting the man kiss back down your neck. His hands slid up your sides, under your shirt and pulled it off. Matt turned you, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap.
Slowly your hands went over his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist. His arms wrapped around you, leaning up to catch your lips again, pulling you into a deep kiss. It was slow but heated, all of the lust and passion wrapped into each twist of your lips together.
Each brush of your tongue against his made him grow more and more, grinding his hips up into yours. “You can take my clothes off you know,” You muttered into the break he took to catch his breath. Matt’s eyes found yours, loosening the grip on you to lean back onto his palms.
“Or you can do it for me,” He mumbled, eyes dragging across your bare chest and the pajama pants you had put on hours ago. Your cheeks burned as you lifted from his lap, making a show of pushing them off, going to return to your spot when he held his hand out in expectancy.
You tilted your head slightly, Matt raising his eyebrows at the floral underwear you still wore. Oh. With a slight smirk you pulled them off, tossing them to the side, accepting Matt’s grasp as he brought you back towards him.
“That’s my baby girl,” He muttered, his hand going to your hair while his other gripped your hip, rocking up against you. Lightly you moaned, head leaning back as he did it again. His bulge rubbed right against your clit, making you pull your lip between your teeth.
Matt wanted you to beg. You knew that and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of it. So instead, you leaned forward, kissing along his collarbone. Aka his hot spot that always, always did the job in getting you what you want.
And it did. As you sucked a mark into the spot just above his collarbone he stood, his arms tightly around you before he gently placed you on the bed, standing back up to pull the rest of his clothes off. In seconds he was back over you, his hand on your cheek.
“You want me to get you ready or do you think you can handle it?” Matt asked softly, his other palm pressing over your chest sensibly, just lightly running his thumb over your nipple as he spoke. You couldn’t wait any longer than you already were so, even though you weren’t sure you could, you nodded.
“I can handle it,” You put a hand on the side of his neck, holding onto him as he nodded, slotting himself between your legs.
Even when you’d done this million times, the warmth of Matt’s skin always made you twist and turn, the anticipation of feeling him grew like a hot air balloon in your stomach. “Okay, tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” Even in his lust filled mindset his first thought was always you.
No matter what, Matt did what he could to make sure you were having as good of a time as he was. So his eyes trained on your face as he pushed in, soothingly running his thumb across your cheek as your face screwed up.
Matt wasn’t big by most means but he was big enough to stretch you out, sending a burning sensation through your thighs every time he entered you. The pain never lasted long, usually subsiding within the first few seconds. But that was also after he’d already fingered you.
This was probably the first time he went in without the foreplay and honestly, you might have regretted it a smidge but the second the pain subsided the doubt went out the window and a moan left your lips.
“You alright?” He asked softly, yet to move his hips.
“Mhm,” As soon as you nodded Matt pulled back, slowly rolling his hips back into you. Your eyes were still squeezed shut but as your body loosened, he continued to move. With Matt it was always, well, at least usually, sensual. He liked taking his time.
Liked moving that one way that had your toes curling as you tightened your legs around him. And this was no different. Strategically he thrust into you. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling them as close as he could get as he leaned down to kiss you.
His lips always felt amazing, even more so when he was deep in you and hitting every spot perfectly. It was like his kisses could coax an orgasm out of you the same way his tongue around your clit could.
Something about Matthew Casey was just so perfect that he molded perfectly to you every time, every night. Your hands grasping his face tightly pushed his movements to grow faster, losing himself in the heat of your body, wet skin slapping together roughly as each moan went right to where you two were connected.
“God I love you,” He muttered roughly into your ear before biting at your lobe, his eyes fluttering shut. Matt was trying his hardest not to cum yet, making sure you were first was also something he always did. Very gentlemanly, of course.
Your head went back as he spoke, your eyes darting across his blissed out face. “I love you,” All of your emotions managed to come out when you were together, and this was no different. The serotonin or dopamine or whatever it was that spilled into your brain was always met with Matt’s touch and love.
Matt’s hand slid between your legs, slowly rubbing at your clit the opposite of his thrusts, relishing in the way his name slid off your tongue at the newly added sensation. “I love you so much. My girl,” He spoke, knowing his loving words and tone always made your stomach pull into knots. “Gonna be with me forever, hm? Always with me. Gonna get married,” His fingers sped up slightly as you gazed up at him, eyes locking.
“Gonna have my babies. Have a family. Always going to be mine, huh princess?” His last couple of thrusts sent you overboard, eyes failing to stay on his as they squeezed shut, backing lifting off the bed as you saw stars.
Matt took the opportunity to wrap his other arm around you, fingers slowing until they stopped, allowing himself to focus on working you through your own high and finally releasing inside of you. His chest rose and fell quickly, gently pulling himself out and off of you as your hand trailed up his arm and to his face.
“You better make good on those promises.” You muttered, stroking a thumb across his face. Matt tilted his head slightly, mind clouded by his orgasm, all he could think about was you.
Softly he hummed and you smiled softly, keeping your eyes on him. “Marrying me.” He leaned down, catching your lips in his once more, slowly moving against them.
"I plan to."
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Chapters 1-8 are posted on ao3! I’m hoping to have all 12 chapters posted by the end of January if possible! Happy reading!
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Hello everyone! I’m slightly new to the Brett and Casey fandom. I only got into them a year or two ago. So anyway, I have written a story about them. I’m currently working on chapter 3 and hopefully I’ll have it done by Wednesday. So without further ado, here’s “Spinning Out of Control.”
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Chicago Fire FanFic: Night (1/?)
I have a bunch of this written and it's going way back into season 2!
I thought it seemed kinda dumb to me that Keeler wouldn't go after Kelly. If it were just him, he wouldn't as he's a coward, clearly, but as he has a bunch of muscle working for him, it made more sense to me that he taught Kelly a lesson himself. Plus, I hate the trope of the woman suffering for the man to feel emotional pain.
Happens way too often *cough*Shay & Anna*cough*.
Anyway, hope you like this little teaser chapter.
Title: Night
Warnings: Descriptions of violence and implied torture (beatings), although nothing descriptive.
Notes: This is an alternate take on 'Tonight's The Night', from Season two.
In that episode, Kelly throws Vince Keeler out of the firehouse when he attacks a guy called Tommy. Keeler vows to kill Kelly as he embarrassed him, and sends someone to the firehouse to rough him up. Once they catch Keeler's guy at the station, Erin gets Kelly to go with her down the district as a precaution. The episode concludes with Katie, Kelly's sister, being abducted by Keeler.
The story is the exact same except Kelly doesn't go with Erin to the district.
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It had gone midday by the time Shay got home.
After the shift, she'd gone to Molly's with the 'Molly Crew' of Dawson, Herrmann and Otis to talk about the plans they had for the bar before she headed out for a late breakfast with Otis and Katie.
The couple had headed off together and Shay was ready to get some sleep.
It was quiet and she didn't see any sign of Kelly. It wasn't unusual for him to just stay up and crash in the afternoon though and she knew he'd been working on the construction project for the school with some of the others.
She grabbed her phone from her pocket the typed out a quick message to Kelly.
'Hey, are you working on the library with Casey today?' she pressed send and then put her phone on the counter.
Shay headed to her bedroom and crashed for a few hours.
When she woke later, she headed to the kitchen and raided the fridge for something to eat. She grabbed her phone and read a message from Gabby about coming over to Molly's. She ate, changed, and then headed out.
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Kelly took another heavy blow into his lower back and grunted in pain.
He hadn't see who grabbed him as he got out of his car but he could guess whoever it was had something to do with Keeler. He'd been dragged from a van into some warehouse and handcuffed to a sturdy pipe.
Kelly had tugged at it enough to gage he wasn't going to be able to break free. His struggles resulted in his first beating from one of the heavies who didn't stop with the kicking until he'd beaten Kelly down to the ground. He didn't rush to get back up, not wanting to incur another beating and it gave him time to observe what he could.
He stayed facing the wall, his back ready to take the brunt of any kicks that came his way. He lay there not moving but listening.
“...go back and dump his car by the river. Dump his phone nearby, but not in the river. They'll spend all their time looking for him in the wrong location. And we'll have finished with him by then.”
Kelly couldn't tell if that was Keeler speaking or not but he was pretty certain it was him. “Go with him. You'll need the ride back.”
“What about you?” another voice asked.
“I got some payback to come on this bitch before I finish the job. But you gotta ditch the car before they realise he's gone.”
Kelly's heart sank a little that Vince had thought this through enough to know it was likely they'd notice his missing status fairly promptly. Kelly now tried to recount plans he'd made.
He had nothing planned so Shay would have to notice he was absent from the apartment. But they could sometimes miss one another when they were busy for a couple of days, sometimes catching one another from one shift to the next. Shay might just shrug it off.
Boden knew about the Keeler thing, as did Casey. He wasn't sure if Casey could be trusted to remember things clearly, so that left Boden. Kelly couldn't help but think back to when he'd been trapped with Nathan in the digger and he hadn't shown up for his whole shift and no one had been too concerned.
He'd had missed calls and messages from Boden asking where he was that he'd come across after Shay had found him. He also had a voicemail where there was a little concern and later a second where Boden just sounded pissed. Maybe Boden would just think Kelly was slacking off.
With his car and phone being taken in the wrong direction, even if he was missed soon, they wouldn't look for him here. He did remember that Lindsay had said she had an informant though. He hoped they were in on this and might be able to steer CPD in the right direction.
The footsteps of the others had faded away and Kelly positioned himself a little better to see where Keeler was.
Unfortunately, he was close by and he was watching Kelly.
“I told you you're dead. I don't play about, fireman.”
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HOSTAGE (PART TWO)
Pairing: Matt Casey x OC
Warnings: violence, mentions of a gun and knife, being held hostage
AN: This is from my book “Burning Desires” on Wattpad!
Part One
M A T T C A S E Y
Grabbing the man by his collar, I pull him out of the fire before the flames reach him. The fire was growing larger with every passing second and he was too weak to walk on his own.
I was halfway down the stairs when my radio goes off.
"All units wrap up your search. I've just received intel that we are dealing with a hostage situation." Boden orders.
Did he just say hostage?
I make it out of the building, handing the man to Brett to get checked out. Knowing he was in good hands and away from danger, I decide to ask Chief Boden if I heard correctly.
"Chief, did you say a hostage situation?" I ask a little skeptical.
He doesn’t answer my question, but the look on his face was enough to confirm it.
As if on cue, I see a dozen people come out of the building, duct tape on the wrists and mouths. A few of them were sobbing while the others were happy to be outside.
"Casey, bring them over to triage." Boden orders, as I begin to bring them to Brett and Foster.
“I need some help here!” I call out, helping a woman from collapsing onto the pavement.
Once everyone has been checked out by Brett and Foster, I look back at the entrance of the building. Little by little, everyone emerges from the fire. There was Herrman, Stella, Gallo, but still no Chase.
The two of us had gotten into a heated argument last shift. I was planning on talking things out and apologizing, but the pager had gone off and we were dispatched to this call.
I look at the entrance again, growing more and more worried as time passed.
Where the hell is she?
"Chief did I hear you correctly?" Severide asks, taking his helmet off. "Did you say a hostage situation?"
The police sirens grow louder as they begin to roll in. Voight steps out, along with Jay and a few other officers I recognized from Molly's.
A SWAT team also arrives, the men fully armed with all the artillery.
"What are we dealing with?" Voight asks Chief Boden.
"One of my firefighters is being held at gunpoint. He wants to negotiate a plea deal." Boden explains, shaking his head.
"Gunpoint?" Stella repeats, completely shocked by Boden’s words.
“Who is?” Severide asks, taking a look around.
My heart drops into my stomach, making me feel sick.
It was Chase.
Without thinking twice, I run into the building only to be held back by Boden.
"Stand down Casey!" He orders, but I refused to listen to him.
Chase was inside with a gun to her head.
"I said stand down! That's an order." He repeats sternly, pushing me back.
Everyone stares, unsure of how to react.
Overwhelmed by anger, I throw my helmet on the concrete as tiny pieces fly off.
"This is the CPD. We are willing to negotiate if you cooperate with us." The negotiator says through a megaphone.
But nothing happens.
"You want a deal right?" She asks more firmly.
I see smoke leaving the building as the glass door opens slowly. I nearly lose my composure when I see him with one arm around Chase's neck and the other pressing a gun to her temple.
"Drop your weapons or she dies!" He threatens as Chase closes her eyes in fear.
"We will stand down on the condition that she is unharmed." The negotiator reasons, but he's on the verge of a break down.
"I said weapons down!" He screams, pushing it further into her head.
Voight nods, motioning for everyone to drop their weapons. SWAT puts their guns on the ground, followed by the other officers on scene.
"Let me go in. I can get to the second floor and apprehend him from the back." I plead, desperate to help, but Chief Boden shakes his head.
"I already have one of my firefighters in danger. Im not sending you up there until PD has the situation under control."
"Now it's our turn." The negotiator says calmly. "We want you to come out of the building.”
He shakes his head, refusing to cooperate. "I want no jail time."
Jay walks up to Voight, "The snipers are in place."
"If they have the shot, I want them to take it." Voight orders as Jay leaves to relay the message.
"I can't do that. Let her go, and we can talk no jail time." She negotiates.
"I'm not letting her go until I get what I want! I’ll kill her!” He bellows.
Chase has tears in her eyes, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. I couldn’t bear to look at her; it was too painful to see her in this state.
I can see Boden start to lose his composure. “How much longer till you have the shot? He has a gun pressed to my firefighters head!" He yells at a SWAT Sargeant.
"Her body is shielding him. We can't shoot until she's in the clear." He explains.
"Figure something out dammit!" I yell, running a hand through my hair.
"You don't wanna cooperate? Fine!" He shouted, pulling Chase back into the smoky building.
The two of them disappear into the smoke.
“Wait.” Chase’s voice is muffled over my radio, but I can make out her words faintly. “Atleast let me say goodbye.”
“You have one minute.” He sneers.
I feel my phone vibrating and see an unknown number calling.
“Matt.” Chase says with a shaky breath.
“Chase! Are you hurt?” I ask frantically, gripping my phone so hard my knuckles were turning white.
“I don’t know if I can get out of this one. Tell everyone at 51 I love them.”
“Stop that. You’re going to be okay.” I tell her, feeling a lump in my throat.
“I love you Matt. I’m so sorry.”
“Chase!” I cry out in desperation, but she doesn’t respond.
“Report, Chase!” Boden yells. “I said report!”
But the line was dead.
I pace around nervously, unsure of what to think.
I look back to the balcony they were on, hoping to see any sign of Chase but it was no use; the smoke was like a veil of darkness shielding them.
The moment I hear it, I feel my heart sink. My ears started to ring when I hear the deafening sound of multiple gunshots being fired.
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I’ve been writing a Brettsey one shot collection and I just posted the newest chapter today! Check it out(and the other chapters as well) if you’re interested!
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Finished :) Waiting to read more 9x12 predictions 😍
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You Go First
My fic for #brettsey challenge is finally finished. It only took me about a week to get it complete.
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Third Time’s A Charm
I’m back with a new fanfic! I got inspired after Derek’s response to my tweet about what we can expect from Brettonio in the crossover, so here it is. Enjoy!
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Sylvie walked out of the firehouse after shift barely awake. She had been up for a solid 22 hours out of her 24 hour shift and couldn’t wait to get back home and sleep. Her phone starts to ring and when she looks down a name she knows all too well shows up on the screen. Antonio Dawson. Sylvie regretted ending things with Antonio for a second time, but she couldn’t go on the way they were. If they were going to commit to something, she wanted them to acknowledge it verbally, not that she had a problem with the fun they were having, but she knew it wouldn’t work long term.
“Hello?” She answers.
“Hey Sylvie.” Antonio’s voice speaks on the other end, clearly a lot more awake and chipper then she was right now.
“Hey Antonio, is everything OK?” She asks, curious as to why her ex was calling her. Sure they had just worked together, Sylvie and Gabby assisting Intelligence on a case, but there wasn’t anything else they needed to talk about.
“Yeah, everything’s great. First of all thanks for the assist yesterday, you and Gabby did amazing.” He compliments which makes her smile.
“Thank you, but I get the feeling that’s not why you called.” She says and she hears him sigh. Uh oh.
“No it wasn’t. Do you think we could meet up later, I really need to talk to you.” He says, almost pleading, hoping she will say yes. Sylvie couldn’t deny this took her by surprise, she was sure after ending things last time, Antonio and her would be finished for good this time, not that she really wanted that.
“Sure, I need to head back to my apartment and sleep for a bit, but I can meet you this afternoon or this evening?” She says, more like a question.
“I’m free at 6. I’ll come and pick you up.” He says.
“OK. Are you going to tell me what you need to talk to me about?” She asks.
“I’ll tell you when I see you. Get some sleep Sylvie, I’ll see you later.” He comments and she nods.
“OK, bye.” She says ending the call. She gets in her car and drives back to the apartment. When she walks in she sees Otis and Cruz slumped on the sofa, half asleep. She simply shakes her head and walks up to her room.
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When Sylvie wakes up, it’s 4 in the afternoon, giving her enough time to shower and change before Antonio picks her up. She decides to keep it casual, wearing jeans, a nice top, leather jacket and heeled boots. She lets her hair fall in it’s natural wave, coming down right below her shoulders.
Her phone buzzes and she sees a text from Antonio,letting her know he’s outside. Of course he’s 15 minutes early, but she’s ready so there’s really no need to complain. Sylvie walks downstairs and sees Cruz and Otis aren’t there and finds a note, letting her know they went to Molly’s. She simply shrugs and leaves, walking outside and climbing into Antonio’s car.
“Hey.” She greets as she climbs in.
“Hi there.” He says with a bright smile, a smile she grew to love and never fails to make her swoon.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” She asks, looking at him suspiciously.
“Bare with. Lets got somewhere else and talk.”He says, pulling away and driving down the road. They don’t talk much for the 15-20 minutes he drives, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. Finally Antonio stops at a park and looks at her.
“Is this where you kill me and hide my body?” Sylvie teases however Antonio clearly doesn’t get the joke. “I’m kidding!” She reassures him, putting her hands up in surrender.
“No, it’s just a good place to talk.” He says, turning his body to face her. This immediately makes Sylvie nervous, serious discussions never happen between her and Antonio, unless it’s them breaking up, that seems to be the only time they lay it all out on the table. “I was really worried about you yesterday.” He admits, referring to the incident where Sylvie was hit.
“I’m fine, seriously. I’ve had worse.” Sh reassures him, however he shakes his head.
“No, I should’ve stopped him. I don’t know, how I let that happen.” He sighs.
“Antonio, the guy hit me out of nowhere, no one had time to react, besides you were on the other side of the room. The good thing is, we all got out of there alright and you got the guy.” She says.
“What are we doing?” He asks.
“What do you mean?” She asks back.
“We keep doing this, we obviously want to be together and then we find reasons not too and we break up, only to come back and want each other more. I mean, how can I get better then you?! My kids adore you, just as much as I do, you’re my sisters best friend, you saved my dad’s life and despite everything that happens, you always keep your head up and carry on. And every time I see you...” He suddenly stops and Sylvie looks at him curiously.
“Every time you see me what?” She asks. He turns to her and looks her right in her eyes, like he’s staring into her soul.
“Every time I see you, I fall more and more in love with you.” He admits and Sylvie’s mouth falls open slightly. Well she wasn’t expecting that. “I should’ve said it soon, maybe if I had told you before, you might’ve stayed.”
“Antonio, I only ended things last time because I thought that was all it was going to be and I didn’t want to be led on. I didn’t end them because I didn’t want to be with you...And I do too.” She says and he looks at her confused.
“You do too what?” He asks.
“Love you.” She admits and he gets that smile she loves on his face again. He reaches over and grabs her hand and suddenly, pulls her so she sits on his lap and their faces are inches apart.
“Third time’s a charm?” He asks.
“Yeah. But, we have to promise we won’t go running the minute things get tough. I don’t think I can keep doing that song and dance.” She says and he nods.
“Deal. I love you Sylvie Brett.” He says.
“I love you too Antonio Dawson.” She responds and leans down, planting a passionate kiss on his lips.
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Hope you all liked it. ~Megan
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Ok but do you think Kelly Severide would be a dom? Like protective af, dominant as all hell and love his sub so much. Would he take her to events, plays nights and let her play with other people as long as he watched? My little sub heart can’t cope. 🥰🥰🥰
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matt x fem - “god, you feel so fucking good baby.” from the ‘yeah just like that’ prompt list
and this is going to sound so bad, and i do not condone this behaviour at all, but could you maybe make it so that the reader is maybe giving Matt head under a desk and Gabby, who is his fiancee, walks in? she doesn’t have to catch them but i just find it kinda hot lol
Under the Desk - [ Matt Casey ] 18+
Prompt: “God, you feel so fucking good baby.”
Word Count: 1062
Warnings: female!reader, cheating, smut - [ male receiving oral, dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering ]
A/N: i do not condone cheating either but this is fictional! do not cheat on your partner!
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Moving into the blue office was an easy decision to make for Matt, not only because it gave him some peace and quiet from the rowdiness of the others, but because it made it that much easier for you and him to continue sneaking around behind everyone’s back. And it didn’t take you long into today's shift to start playing the dangerous game you two had been playing for God knows how long.
“You look so hot in your Captain's shirt…” You murmured, trailing your arms down the front of his chest and running your fingertips over the leather of his belt before you placed your hand firmly on the hardening bulge beneath his pants. The one you could always make spring up with a simple look. “Would you look at that… Getting so hard for me already, guess I better do something about that.”
You dropped swiftly to your knees, undoing his belt and pants with such speed that Matt didn’t get a second to say anything in return before a low groan left his lips as you wrapped your hand firmly around his cock, the tip already swelling and dripping with pre-cum. He glanced down at you, just in time to see you lick the salty drop from his end, the mere hotness of your tongue almost flooring him as he fell backwards into his chair, which rolled briefly across the room.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He whispered, eyelids fluttering when you crawled towards him and ran your tongue painfully slow down the underside of his shaft. “Anyone could walk in here and see you.”
“I guess I better hide then.” You breathed out, placing a sloppy kiss on the tip of his cock before you shuffled backwards, fitting nicely in the space beneath his desk before you rolled him closer to you, the chair barely coming to a stop before you had your mouth around him, taking his full length and gagging when he hit the back of your throat.
Matt’s fist clenched tightly atop the desk, his other hand making its way under it to thread his fingers through your hair, his hips gently bucking as he fucked his throbbing cock into your mouth. You always took him so well, so perfectly that he couldn’t help but think you were made just for him.
“God, you feel so fucking good.” He moaned, your lips tightening around his length as you continued to work your magic against him. He was already about to burst, to drip down your throat as you sucked every last drop out of him, that was, until his office door opened and someone who made this moment all the more arousing for you walked in. Gabby. His fiancée.
“Hey, Matt…” Gabby said with a smile, not noticing the way Matt tensed as he brought his hand out from under the table, straining against the urge to moan your name as you continued to suck his cock, even more now that the woman he was engaged to had just walked in. Talk about risky. And an aphrodisiac.
“Gabby…” Matt exhaled, clenching his fist tighter when you slowly grazed your teeth along his length, pulling back until only the tip remained in your mouth. You always did make a hell of a noise when you sucked him off which is why he wasn’t surprised to soon feel your hand wrap around him, nowhere near gentle as you began to pump him. “You need something?”
“Yeah… But are you… okay? You look like you’re in pain.” Gabby asked with a brief chuckle, Matt’s tense posture unlike anything she’d seen before.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Matt replied, forcing a smile as he swallowed back a groan that had rattled up his chest and almost escaped. There'd be no explaining that, that’s for sure, especially when said groan tasted like your name. “Just a little stomach pain… Must have been those tacos Cruz made for lunch.” He added humorously, almost letting a high pitched whine escape his lips when he felt yours wrap around his tip again, silently telling him to hurry the conversation along as you wanted to absolutely devour him.
And as hot as it would be to have him come in your mouth when the woman he was supposed to marry was in the room, you knew it wasn’t right, but that didn’t mean you weren’t holding back on giving him exactly what he wanted.
Thankfully, Gabby left soon, having interrupted to ask stupid questions that you weren’t paying attention to as you were more focused on Matt’s hardened cock that was between your lips, and the second the door closed, he wheeled himself back a little and allowed you to give it your all.
“Did that turn you on?” He breathed out, both his hands making their way to your hair which he gripped tightly, bucking his hips hard as he throat fucked you, your eyes watering as you held back your gags. “Sucking my dick with my fiancée in the room?”
“So fucking much.” You moaned, your tongue flattening against the very tip of his cock before you wrapped your lips back around it again.
“Then stand up… Lock the door… And let me finish in that tight, little pussy of yours instead.” Matt practically demanded, making you clench your legs as he turned on a tap between them, the wetness gushing out of you as you did what you were told.
The second you were close enough to him, he pulled you forward, kissing you hard enough that you felt your teeth knock against his. The two of you weren’t in love, not by a long shot, but you’d been sleeping together long before he got together with Gabby, and with the way things were going, you’d be continuing to do so long after he married her too. And honestly, the idea of getting caught, only turned you on that much more. And Matt knew that.
“Fuck me, Matt.” You whimpered, his fingers tracing over your slick slit after he’d eagerly undressed your lower half.
“You want me to fuck you?” He teased, pushing one digit briefly into your soaking pussy before pulling back out, using his foot to spread your legs and stop you from clenching them around him.
“I want you to fuck me… Want you to fuck me real good.” You panted, grinding yourself down against the palm of his hand, making him chuckle deeply before he pulled away, turning you round and forcing your chest down onto his now messy desk.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you real good.” He whispered into your ear, watching as you bit down hard on your lip when he bottomed out in one quick motion, filling you up completely yet remaining still. “And you better pray that Gabby doesn’t come knocking again cause I don’t think I’d be able to stop if she did.”
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He Was Checking you out - Matt Casey
requested: yes
word count: 1,085
warning: jealous!matt, ft some creepy bitch
a/n: tbh i forget it was checking you out and not flirting but i did what i had to do regardless lmaooo
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Matt Casey was easily the love of your life. Without a doubt. You’d known that since the day you met. You wanted to be with him and you knew he did too. So you asked him out, got drinks, then dinner and now you sat with him at Molly’s weekly for a drink.
And things were nice, “He nearly burnt his ass off, genuinely. That door was not going to hold much longer.” One of his coworker, Kelly, was going on about a house fire that they were called to that day and you felt a weight grow in your stomach.
You were aware he was a firefighter, putting himself directly in the line of danger was something he would do daily. But you still got antsy when it was brought up sometimes. Especially when Kelly whipped out the picture of the back of his jacket that nearly had an entire hole burnt through it.
“Jesus, I’m gonna grab another drink, do you want one?” You questioned the man next to you, standing as he shook his head.
“Nah, I’m alright.” Matt’s hand lingered on you until it physically couldn’t anymore, your body too far from his to reach. And you went up to the bar, asking for a shot or two from the curly haired bartender and downing them right there.
Normally you wouldn’t have been so abrasive with them, but it just needed to take the anxious edge off. Nothing more. “You alright there y/l/n?” Stella questioned, picking up a glass to polish it.
The night had been pretty slow so there wasn’t much for her to do when she wasn’t actively pouring liquor into cups for customers. “Yeah, I just kind of got skeeved out over what they were talking about but, yeah, I’m okay.” You forced a small smile on your face. “Can I get a beer?” Just as you asked, the other man behind the bar came over, already having a bottle in his hand.
“From that guy over there.” Otis’ nose scrunched up, not having had it in him to tell the guy there was no use, instead just offering the drink up and turning back. Your eyes locked with the guy on the opposite end of the bar, that apparently being a sign for him to get up and move closer to you.
Stella gave you a look that silently said she’d have an eye on you as she stepped away, being beckoned over by Mouch for another drink. “Hey,” The stranger nodded his head at you, a tilt to his head as he leaned against the counter.
“Hi.” Short and sweet, attempting to cut the interaction short. “Thanks for the drink,” You added on, be nice and maybe he wouldn’t end up being some psychopath that followed you home.
“Yeah, no problem. I’m James.” He was very adamant on talking to you, not noticing the way you very fully were keeping yourself back from him, any conversation he tried to hold was met with short or dry answers. Not to mention the way his eyes dragged over you.
It made your skin crawl and you were trying to find a decent way to drop this interaction. The only thing that actually got you out of it, was Matt finally deciding he’d had enough of this guy eyeing you up and down and coming over, protectively putting his arm around your waist. “Hey baby,” He made a show of planting a nice and wet kiss to your lips.
Easily, your arm went around him, thankful that he decided to come over, a smile finally spreading onto your face, “Hi.” Your voice was small as the man you didn’t even want near you slinked away, obviously embarrassed.
As soon as he was away, Matt dropped his arm from your side, “We’re going home.” He muttered, pulling you out of the building with his jaw clenched. There was a look you had never, and genuinely you meant, ever seen on his face.
The ride was nearly silent, Matt’s hands simply holding onto the steering wheel, not in yours. Not on your thigh like he would usually on the way home from Molly’s. You would have said something but honestly, what do you even say when you don’t know why he was being like that?
Back at his apartment, you stopped as soon as you shut the door, “Alright, what the hell is your problem? Why are you so mad?” You finally spoke up, crossing your arms. The man had tried to simply go to the room, once again not stopping to say or even look at you.
He turned, raising his eyebrows, “He was clearly checking you out and you didn’t do anything,” His voice came out louder than he meant to, taking in a deep breath. “that’s why I’m mad.”
You pulled your eyebrows together, shaking your head, “I didn’t do anything because I knew I was going to go back over to you anyway, Matt. I’m female in my thirties, I’m used to men unwantedly staring at me.”
That was just how it was for women and sure, you didn’t expect him to fully get that but being blamed for it was not something you were okay with. Even if you were in love with him. “I get that this is, still kind of new, or whatever you want to say about it, but if you’re going to get this worked up anytime a guy looks in my direction,” You cut yourself off, looking at him.
He knew what you were implying, and that alone had him walking over and grabbing onto your hands tightly. “I only did, because he was very clearly undressing you with his eyes, but if you don’t want me to, I won’t. As long as you come home with me at the end of the night, that’s all I care about.”
“And I will. I swear that I will. Always.”
“Okay, alright. I’m sorry.” He moved a hand to the side of your face to lean into a more gentle kiss than earlier, holding yours in his other one still. You interlocked your fingers together before looking up at him.
Slightly you shook your head, “Don’t be. You jealous was a bit hot.” You muttered, gazing up at him while biting at the inside of your cheek.
His eyebrow twitched up, looking back down at you, “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm. Just a bit though.”
“I’ll have to try better next time then.”
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My Beloved Followers...
Dear readers!
So, I was really hoping to update all my stories in the past couple weeks... and that hasn't happened. I'm really sorry, because I have like 5 Brettonio stories in my head and planned out on paper.
If you read my work on Wattpad: I have the next chapter in 'Never Too Late' half way done. I also have 2 chapters for 'The Rose' and for 'Should've Been Us' planned out. I just need to actually have time to sit down and type them. I also have a chapter of ‘Never Alone’ plotted down.
Unfortunately, the next month will be insane as it's the only time my dad can come and help us paint our entire house and finish getting it ready for when we get matched with a birth mom for our adoption. All are huge things that have all come up and landed smack dab in the middle of my biggest creative period. I PROMISE... NEW CHAPTERS ARE COMING! Please just be patient. I love you all and can't wait to give more stories!
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