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[fanficreaderlove]

Hank Voight x HyperFem!Colleague

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[adoreeenina]

Guys I did something bad I cheated on my big blue men. I'm not proud of it but what's done is done jkjk ignore my overly dramatic self

My aunt introduced me to Chicago PD and girl... I'm in love... I'm in love with another asshole if you seen the show you might know who l'm talking about... yes it's Sargent Hank Voight.

You know what that means... I have to write about him, I just have to. There's hardly any fics of him and I'm mad and sad about it

Don't worry I'm still working on "I wanna be yours" but l've been taking breaks in between cause either learned the hard way that I have to write when I get the motivation not when I force myself.

There will be crossovers from other shows and movies, other than Law and Order, Chicago med, and Chicago PD. The reader will be latina.

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[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 13)

Hank Voight x Reader

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“You sure?” Henry asked me as we were getting ready for bed that night. I was already on my laptop looking at baby clothes. 

“This just feels like the right time. Plus when am I ever going to have everyone together like this?” I mused. 

He joined me in bed, maneuvering me around so he could see my screen. 

“Jay and your dad are going to kill me.” He stated.

“You can take them.” I laughed as I kissed his cheek. 

We stayed up most of the night brainstorming the perfect reveal and I was so excited to share my little bundle of joy with my family. I woke up Henry the next morning with excited giggles, placing kisses all along his face and neck. 

“Wake up!” I whined. 

He opened a singular eye mockingly before closing it again and pulling me into his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered. 

“I love you more than anything.” 

“More than our little love bug?” He joked, hand coming to stroke our babies home. 

“Considering you gave me them, yes.” I smiled, placing a soft kiss to his jaw. 

I caught the bottom of his jaw, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Henry’s hand made his way to my thigh to throw it over his hip. Obviously I had no choice but to ground my pelvis on his. 

“Horny this early in the morning?” He joked.

“I have the hottest baby daddy, what am I supposed to do?” I sighed, pushing his boxers down and sliding his tip between my folds. 

“Say please.” 

“Please.” He moaned, bucking into my hand. 

“Good boy.” I moaned, sliding down his length. 

We moved at a languid pace, kisses and moans filling the room. 

“Right there.” I cried. The feeling of him hitting my cervix was not something I would ever get used to. 

“Fuck baby.” He whined, slamming my hips back onto his length. 

“Please!” I cried. Now I was the one whining for a release. He took mercy on me and moved his thumb to caress my clit. 

In a matter of moments, I was falling over the edge and collapsing on Henry’s chest. He continued to chase his high and thrust into my sopping heat before letting out a guttural moan and filling me up. 

“God damn it I love doing that.” He admitted.

“I know, that’s how I got pregnant.” I laughed, falling to the side and laying my head on his chest. 

After what felt like hours of laying together, it was time to get this plan in action. As I was getting ready for some errands, Hank sat on a stool, talking to my little bump. 

“Today’s the day bub, we’re going to tell your grandparents and your uncles about you.” He murmured, shoving his face into my stomach. 

“I wish we could tell your brother. I hope he’s up there with you in heaven taking care of you until mama and I get to meet you.” He confessed. 

I felt myself tearing up as I dropped my curler and ran my fingers through his hair. 

“I’m sure Justin is watching over our baby. How about you tell Erin next if you want to?” I proposed. 

He smiled sadly up at me before returning to his secret conversation. 

“I hope it’s a girl.” I mused. 

“Me too.” 

The afternoon rolled around with us enjoying a beautiful backyard picnic. We had a white tent with the most aesthetic array of every food I could think of. I had 4 little boxes hidden to the side for the big reveal. 

“Do you guys really have to go back?” I pouted to my parents. 

Having them here for the long weekend made me realize how much I missed being around them all the time. Especially with the baby coming, I wanted them to stay in Chicago.

“We’ll be back all the time okay? Your dad just bought another apartment down the block from yours, so I’m sure we’ll be here more often.” My mom reassured me. 

“Speaking of apartments, here are your keys boys.” My dad smiled, handing off keychains to Will and Jay. 

“We can’t thank you enough Mr. Lahey.” Will said, expressing his gratitude.

“It is not a problem and please call me Charles. You two are family now and I feel better that Charlie isn’t living alone.” Dad explained. 

“Hardly alone when Hank’s always there.” Jay mumbled, taking a drink from his glass. 

“Heard that.” Henry replied. 

“Nonetheless, thank you, Charles.” Jay smiled, giving my dad a firm handshake. 

After indulging in way too much desert, it was time for the main event. 

“I have a surprise.” I announced excitingly, moving to grab the little boxes with everyone names on them. 

“You guys have to open it at the same time okay?” I instructed. 

With a collective nod, everyone took a hold of the ribbon securing the box. 

“On three! One, two.. three!” I yelled. 

They all yanked their ribbons free and reached into the box for their gift. My mom opened her box to a onesie saying “grandmas favorite”, my dad got a coffee mug saying “promoted to grandpa”, Jay got a bottle of scotch that says “pairs well with becoming an uncle” and Will got a candle that says “smells like you’re gonna be an uncle”. 

At first, no one reacted. They all just stared at their gift in silence. My mom was the first to lift her head with tears in her eyes. 

“A grandma?” She cried, clutching the onesie to her chest. My dad was quick to follow her with a shocked expression. 

“You’re pregnant?” He gasped. 

I nodded excitedly as tears came down my face. 

“Oh baby!” Will shouted, smelling his candle before reaching over for a hug. 

My mom joined us in the hug as my dad and Jay looked at each other before looking at Henry. 

“Say something.” I laughed, staring at the men in shock. 

“Congratulations Honey.” My dad smiled, hugging me as well. 

Jay continued to sit there with a dumbfounded look on his face. 

“You got my sister pregnant?” He asked, flabbergasted. Before anyone could really gauge a reaction, he got up and punched Henry in the face. Again. 

“Seriously Jay? This is the second time. I’m still your boss.” He groaned. My dad helped him off the ground with a laugh. 

“No more hitting, I need my grandchild to grow up with a father in one piece.” My dad joked. 

Jay finally came over and brought me into a hug. 

“I’ll kill him if he ever hurts you.” He whispered, holding onto my tightly. 

“Thank you.” I cried, soaking his shirt. 

I was finally able to make my way back to Henry and inspect his face. 

“He was holding back. The first one was worse.” I joked. 

“I bought an ice pack for a reason.” He admitted, pulling out a cold one from the cooler.

“I’m so excited to be having a baby with you.” I cooed at him. 

“I’m excited but terrified. I can’t believe I get to be a dad again.” He admitted. 

That made my mom sob and pulled him into a hug. 

“Welcome to the family Henry.” 

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[voightsangel91]

A/N: There is no real plot here. Just a bunch of descriptive filth that I needed to get outta my system. Not proofread or anything like that so there may be typos and errors. My phone is getting ready to update and god only knows how long that wouod take. But I hope yall enjoy some good old Voight filth. Picture season 1 or season 2 Voight. I know I did while I wrote this 😂 😋🤤🥵🔥

Desiree looked into Hank's eyes as he reached his hand out for hers.  She takes his hand and follows him out of the bar and to his vehicle.  There were no words exchanged, only glances and smiles.   They were both pretty confident that their minds were on the same page after that third drink.  Neither were impaired by alcohol.  Hank drives them back to his place.  When be pulls in the drive way, he parks and looks over at Desiree again.  He raises his hand to cup her cheek gently between his fingers. Desiree nuzzles into his touch and closes her eyes.  She leans in closer and her right hand rests on his leg.  Hank's eyes drop down to her hand as she begins to slowly rub his right leg.  She had no idea what she was doing to him.  Or did she? 

“Come on, let's go inside.” Hank says pulling his house key from his pocket.  Desiree stood at his side as he unlocked the door and stepped aside to let her in.  She hears the door click and lock as it's closed behind her.  Then she feels Hank behind her.  His arms wrap around her from behind and his mouth finds her exposed neck, thanks to the low collar on her shirt.  Desiree closes her eyes and groans softly, feeling the sergeant's lips working over the tender flesh at the side of her neck.  His hands around her waist made her feel butterflies as his fingers disappeared under the red fabric of her shirt.

Desiree's skin was warm to the touch. Partly due to the alcohol.  Partly due to the way that Hank was touching her.  Another soft groan escapes Desiree as she steps out of her shoes and shoulders off her jacket.  Hank watches Des move towards the stairs.  “Let's go get more comfy in your room.” 

“Top of the stairs. Last door on the left.” Hank says as his eyes followed her every movement.  Desiree led the way to his room and she felt that Hank was only an arm's length away.  She pushes the door open to his room and looks around.  The room looked unused.  The bed was still made and nothing looked out of place.  He must not have spent much time in there.

The door closes and Hank watches as Desiree slowly strits out of her clothes.  She stands before him in Grey thing and a matching bra.  Her eyes find his and she reaches out for him.  “Damn, you're gorgeous.” He says rubbing his right hand over her left hip.  “You're perfect.” He places a kiss to her lips.  

“Your turn to strip down cowboy.” Desiree grins.  She moves over to the edge of the bed to sit down.  Hank toes off his shoes and pulls his black sweater over his head.  He drops the clothing down in a small pile on the floor at his feet.  He reaches for his belt as Desiree watched him.  “Let me do that.” He nods, moving closer. Desiree skillfully undoes his pants and pulls them down his legs to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs.  Hank's hard cock was straining against the fabric.  He let's out a groan as she touches him through his boxers.  She liked what she saw.

Desiree scoots back on the bed, motioning for Hank to follow her.  He kicks off his jeans and crawls into the bed with her.  Her legs part slightly to allow him to sit between them.  Hank watches her get comfy against the pillows and starts to place kisses along her body.  “Hank…I need you.” She whines. 

A smirk forms on the Sergeant's face as he nips at her neck and chest.  “How bad do you need me?” He grounds his hips against her.  

“I'm fucking soaked for you daddy.” She breathes out, wrapping a leg around his waist. 

Curious as can be, Hank runs his hand up her left thigh and works his way to the inside.  When he reaches his destination, he can feel the wetness around her entrance.  “Damn, you weren't kidding.”  He wasn't lost on the fact that she'd called him daddy either.  “Call me daddy again.” 

“I need you so bad daddy…please take care of me.” She whines again. 

“Daddys gonna take real good care of you baby, I promise.  Be patient, doll.” He says. 

Desiree squirmed a bit underneath him.  She was getting more and more desperate by the minute.   She just wanted him inside of her, fucking her crazy.  Her belly was flip flopping and doing summersaults inside as she anticipated his next move. 

“You want me inside first or can I play a little bit first?” Hank asks, slipping off his boxers and tossing them aside.  He used his thumbs to slowly remove the soaked thong from her body.  She lifts her hips so he could pull it off of her.  “Can I have you inside first? Please daddy?  I need to feel you inside of me.  I want to feel you deep inside.”

Hearing her vocalize exactly what she wanted turned Hank on even more.  He's hovering over her body at this point.  He gives himself a few strokes before separating her thighs further apart.  “I'm gonna give you what you want because you're begging so nicely. Be a good girl and help guide me in.”  Des reaches between them and grips his cock in her hand.  She couldn't resist the urge to stroke him a few good times before lining him up with her entrance.  Hank slowly pushes his way inside of her, allowing her body to adjust to him.  He goes in so far and pulls back out before going all the way back in.  When he bottomed out, he adjusted their position as he started to rock his hips against her.  

Desiree's hands find Hank's neck and shoulders to hold onto.  He was taking his time completely lost in her warmth.   It'd been a while since the last time, but he felt like he was in heaven right about now.   “Fuck yes…you feel so good.” He says closing his eyes and keeping that slow, steady pace. 

Desiree was lost in her own little world too.  She was used to the guy's she dated being rough and fast when it came to sex.  The fact that Hank was taking his time was doing wonders for her.  Her eyes fell shut as they moved together.  Quiet moans, curses and calling out Hank's name could be heard.  

“Faster baby…that's the spot right there.” Desiree breathes gripping Hank's shoulders.  He leans down to kiss her chest, teasing her nipples.  That causes another satisfied groan to leave her.  He quickens his pace as Des frantically reaches to grab the mattress. “Oh fuck…just like that Hank…oooh I'm gonna cum…please don't stop…right there, right there! Oh fuck…I'm cumming!” She let's out a squeal as that warm, familiar feeling floods her belly and she feels herself letting go.  Her body shakes and trembles underneath Hank as he whispers sweet nothings and praises into her ear.  

“Holy shit…look at this mess you made…” Hank thrusts a little harder into her.  “Do it again for me.  Cum for me again.” 

“Fuck me harder daddy…I'm almost there again.” Desiree pleads as she feels Hank grip her hips and slams into her again.  “FUCK!”  She hollers as another orgasm rips through her body, leaving her a whimpering and shaking mess underneath Hank.  

“Good girl…that's a good girl.” He pants.  “Daddy's turn to cum now.”  He switches their position so that she is on all fours and he's behind her.  Hank grips her waist and slips back inside, setting a fast pace so that loud smacking noises could be heard in the room.  He gives her ass a quick slap as he chases that release he was desperately looking for.  Des moaned and called out his name and whispered dirty things to him, pushing him further and further towards the edge.  Hank feels her clenching around him, signaling another impending orgasm.  “You gonna cum again?” 

“Oh fuck…yessss…” She answers breathlessly.  “Wait for me.  I'm almost there..just a few more…” He groans as he feels her tighten around him.  “Not yet baby…wait for daddy.”  

“I'm trying…I can't hold it long daddy, please.” Desiree whines.  

“You're doing great…almost there…” Hank's thrust are erratic and sloppy now as he chases his release.  Desiree hears his breathing change slightly and knows that he's about to cum.  He curses loudly and his hips stutter as he pulls out of her and cums on her ass. Desiree cries out from the loss of him inside of her as she releases too. 

Hank flops down on the bed beside her and pulls her in close, pulling a sheet over top of them while they caught their breath. Desiree listened to his heart thudding in his chest as they both tried to calm down.  She leans up to kiss his chin, lazily making her way to his lips.  “I wasn't expecting that…” Desiree says quietly. 

Hank has a proud smile on his face.  “Did I wear you out?” He asks. 

“A little bit.  But I'm definitely not done with you yet, Sarge.” Desiree smirks.  His cock twitched a bit at the mention of his rank.  “Round two starts in a few minutes.” 

“I'm ready.” He says pressing kisses to her forehead.  

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[teaandfiction-28]

Hey I was one of the winners too could I request smut 5 and fluff 6? I think you’re really talented and I love your writing🫶🏻❤️

Don’t know if one shots are open for everyone or just for the winners if you need proof I will send it to you in your dm's

Thank you so much for the lovely feedback! I'm thrilled you enjoy these stories 💛

Finally had some time to get this written so I really hope you enjoy!

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Prompts: “It can't be that bad...can it?" and "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Language, Smut [18+ Only]

“Stop squirming.”

With a huff of irritation Kate reluctantly fell still, her hips encased by Hank’s strong, denim-clad thighs as he sat behind her on the couch, nimble fingers prodding at the tender flesh of her upper arm before slowly peeling away the medical tape that held a pad of thick gauze to her skin. 

When Hank hissed through his teeth as he lifted the gauze away from the sutured wound on her bicep, Kate craned her neck in mild panic in an effort to get a glimpse of her injury.

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad…can it?” She asked, her eyes widening slightly when he failed to answer but her attempt to twist in his grasp was thwarted by a firm yet gentle grip on her elbow.

Ever since she had returned home from Chicago Med after battling with a knife-wielding maniac in a marginally successful drug bust, Hank had been hovering like an overbearing mother hen, steadfast in his refusal to let her undertake any activity that could risk pulling her stitches. As adorable as it was for the first few hours, by the second day of him refusing to let her step foot into district or even lift a damn kettle, Kate's patience was running thin.

“For fuck sake Hank, will you just let me-“

The brief glance she’d managed to get at her shoulder told her that the flesh was an unattractive shade of purple, the two edges of the deep knife wound red and swollen as her skin began to knit back together but he cut her off before she was able to arch away from his body to get a closer look. 

“I said, stop squirming.”

His deep, gritty command combined with the strong arm encircling around her waist had the desired effect in stilling any further movement but it also bought their bodies even closer together, his firm torso now pressing against the length of her spine. 

The effect he had on her was remarkable. Even the most platonic of touches had desire zinging through her like electrical currents, her nerve endings already so finely attuned to the sensation of his skin against hers. It was as though her body was connected to his by some kind of ethereal tether and, despite the layers of fabric between them, the growing bulge pressing against the base of her spine was unmistakeable. 

They both sensed the palpable change in the air but it soon became evident that Kate had felt her boyfriend’s interest when she inched backwards into his embrace with a quiet hum, her mouth tugging into a wry grin when she felt his lips touch the bare skin at the base of her neck. 

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He growled, palms sliding along her arms as he pressed a series of hot kisses to the nape of her neck, “That’s why I need you to keep still.”

He had purposely kept his distance over the last couple of days, not willing to entertain the risk her re-injuring herself but, as he was slowly learning, it wasn’t possible to deter Katherine Meadows when she had set her mind on something.

Turning in his arms, Kate pointedly ignored his disapproving expression in favour of bracing her hands on his shoulders, shuffling forwards until her knees were bracketing his lean hips. Despite his reticence, the moment her warm, lithe body settled in his lap, Hank’s hands instinctively slipped beneath the hem of his well-worn grey t-shirt to settle on her waist, torn between pulling her closer and easing her away from the prominent bulge in his jeans. 

Bright hazel eyes gazed down at deep russet, her fingers toying with the short strands at the back of his head as she leaned in to brush her lips against his in a sweet, gentle kiss. Tracing a path along the sharp line of his jaw, Kate paused briefly to lick a teasing stripe along the shell of his ear, her mouth tugging in to an impish grin when he failed to contain a shiver at her ministrations. 

“And I need you to fuck me.”

His body tensed beneath her for a few long beats and Kate wondered if he was really planning to hold out on her until she got her stitches removed but, when his hand slipped out from under her shirt to grasp a handful of honeyed curls and drag her mouth towards his, she found herself feeling oddly grateful that he only had enough blood volume to operate one head at a time.

“Such a dirty mouth.” He muttered in between lusty kisses, his hips involuntarily canting upwards in response to the sharp sting of Kate’s nails digging half-moon crescents into the flesh of his neck. 

The hand not buried in her hair began to roam over the expanse of her back, tracing a meandering path along her ribs towards her bare chest, the pad of his thumb brushing the silky skin below the stiff peak of her nipple. 

Her head fell backwards with a tight whine of pleasure, exposing the smooth column of her throat to his questing lips. As much as she thoroughly enjoyed his ministrations, Kate was never one to remain passive when she had him at her mercy and so, whilst he was busy admiring the trail of dusky marks his mouth had left behind, Kate’s hands fell to the waistband of his jeans, fingers tugging at impatiently at the worn leather. 

Much to her relief Hank gave no further resistance and, by the time she had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, his hand had burrowed beneath the elastic of her thin cotton shorts and his fingers were tracing abstract shapes on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her slick centre. The only reason she tolerated his teasing was because she knew that that the reward would be more than worth it when it finally came but, as ridiculous at it sounded, two days without him and left her somewhat touch starved. 

Before Hank she had gone months without sex and, quite frankly, she hadn’t really missed it. But there was something about intimacy with him that made her wild with need and, as she hovered above him, her hands in his boxers and the pads of his fingers edging ever-closer to the apex of her thighs, she realised that perhaps her addiction wasn’t to sex at all. Her addiction was to him, the way he made her feel when he touched her…and that was arguably way more dangerous than simply craving an orgasm. 

But all thoughts of her life choices (questionable or otherwise) fell by the wayside when he finally took pity on her and dragged his index finger through her soaked folds, taking a moment to coat his digit in her arousal before gently slipping it inside of her. Without much conscious thought, Kate’s hips intuitively began to match his slow, lazy movements and, when one finger became two, the delicious stretch had Kate’s hips jerking erratically in search of more friction. 

“You wanna come like this? Fucking my fingers?” He husked, using the hand in her hair to anchor her body to his as she writhed against him but, even with such little space between them, Kate was still able to manoeuvre him from the confines of his jeans with practised ease.

“N-no…please…need you inside me.” 

He was already rock hard and leaking with excitement, physically throbbing with need as she stroked him from base to tip but her breathless plea had him abandoning his plan to make her beg for his cock, swiftly withdrawing his fingers, yanking her flimsy shorts tot he side and lining himself up with her soaking entrance.

Still conscious of her injury, Hank gently took her wrists and placed her forearms on the back of the sofa behind his head before settling his hands on the curve of her waist, drawing her body down as his hips jacked up from the couch beneath him. Her groan of pleasure echoed off of the walls of her apartment when the wide head of his cock dragged along her sensitive walls with every deep, measured thrust, her eyes snapping closed in an effort to stave off the inevitable.

Sure enough, the inevitable hit her like a freight train the moment he slipped a hand between them to draw firm circles around her throbbing bundle of nerves, a kaleidoscope of colours erupting behind her eyelids as her body quaked in his arms. Hank was right there with her, managing a handful of powerful thrusts before reluctantly withdrawing from her tight heat with a guttural grunt, painting both her and himself with ribbons of white hot release before Kate's protesting muscles finally gave way and she collapsed against his chest in a boneless heap.

Neither moved for a few long moments, both breathing heavy in a bid to regulate their rapid heart rates but eventually Kate lifted her head to nuzzle her face against his neck, peppering featherlight kisses to his damp skin.

"This is what happens when you deprive me." She muttered against his throat, her mouth tugging in to a coquettish grin when his chest vibrated beneath her cheek with a quiet chuckle.

"I'll keep that in mind."

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[marshmallows2345]

be with you (hank voight x fem! reader)

CONTENT WARNING: SMUT, squirting, dirty talk, use of belt as a gag, cuffs, rough sex, alcohol, daddy kink

a/n: hank voight is daddy af 😮‍💨

“come to bed,” you murmured, softly kissing up his neck. “you’ve been looking at the case for hours, love. what did you say to me once? you gotta sleep and come back with…”

“fresh eyes,” he finished. “you’re right sweetheart.”

“come on, i’ll pour you a drink. scotch?”

“on the rocks.”

you went to the kitchen and poured him his drink, as requested before making yourself one as well. handing him the glass, you smiled at him and he wrapped his arm around you as you drank the strong liquor. kissing your forehead, hank softly murmured “i love you” before downing his drink. you wordlessly snaked your arms around his tosro and held onto him.

“you’re so strong, hank,” you murmured as you moved your arms up his chest to wrap around your neck.

“this what you wanted, pretty girl? my attention fully on you?”

“maybe…” you murmured as his hand snaked down to grab your ass. “ah! hank!”

“mind if i let off some steam?” he asked, resting his hand on your hip. “if you’re too tired-“

“not at all. just wanna be with you, hank…”

he set his glass down, and you followed suit before he took the bottle and brought it with the two of you. when you got to the bedroom, you took the bottle and took a small swig before placing it on the nightstand. hank got on the bed, and you straddled his hips before leaning down and kissing him. his hands slipped under your shirt, which was really his, but you had claimed it, to paw at your breasts.

“taste like scotch,” he murmured as you pulled away.

“mhm. missed you so much…”

“yeah, princess? show me, sweet girl.”

you pulled off your shirt, tossing it aside before you started grinding on his lap. the rough material of his jeans was perfect for you to rut against, and your hips moved back and forth, craving the friction. hank’s hands gripped onto your hips as they moved faster on his jeans. you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, tugging him closer by his dark gray button down.

“i know you’re frustrated, daddy,” you purred as you unbuttoned his shirt. “take them all out on me, please? i trust you, i trust you’ll take good care of me.”

“you sure, baby? i don’t want you-“

“i’m sure. i know our traffic light system, and i can always just kick you if i don’t want something,” you said, making hank chuckle. “so, i think that you should let yourself go.”

he flipped the two of you over, caging you into the bed with his hands on either side of your head. he smirked before dipping down and kissing your neck, sucking a dark mark into the crook of your neck. your nails dug into his clothed back, feeling the strong muscles underneath.

“hank-daddy…please?”

“tell daddy what you want, hm? i think i’m going to cuff you and maybe, just maybe, gag you. sound good?”

“yes, yes, yes, oh my god, yes…gag me, choke me, do what you want with me.”

“you tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“of course, daddy.”

he moved down your body, pulling your shirt off and revealing your bare breasts, nipples hardened and puffy. you whimpered as hank laid kisses down your sternum before wrapping his lips around your nipple, pinching and tugging the other one with his fingers. hank moved his hands down your body, carressing every inch of you before resting at your panties.

“you look so pretty, angel. so fuckin’ pretty. can i see your cunt?”

“yes daddy. it belongs to you…”

“fuck,” he growled as he tugged your panties down and spread your legs. “look at you. look at this gorgeous cunt, and it’s all mine.”

your face burned at his words and at his close proximity to you. hiding your face, you turned away from hank so he wouldn’t see your blushing face. his hands pulled your arms down and he said,

“never hide from me, sweetheart. i want to see you, all of you. god, baby, you just look so beautiful right now.

he placed a kiss to your outer lips before gently licking at your cunt. you let out a soft moan, begging him for more. knowing hank, it was only a matter of time before you would be crying and whimpering for him. he started to lick and suck at your clit, making you reach down and press his head in further, moaning out his name as he ate you out.

“oh, oh fuck, yes…”

“so sweet, taste so good. could just eat you every day.”

“daddy, daddy…”

“sh, sh, sweetheart.”

hank’s mouth was heavenly; he knew just how to make you feel incredible. his tongue explored your folds, sucking on your outer lips, savoring your taste. you grabbed the bottle of scotch and took another drink from it before hank said,

“let me get some too, baby.”

you handed him the bottle, and he took a drink, swallowing the amber-colored liquid before going back to eating you out. as you moaned out, you let your legs rest over his shoulders. hank handed you the bottle as his tongue swirled around your clit. he let out low, gravelly moans as he devoured your cunt, flicking his tongue on your clit.

“oh fuck! yes, oh my god!”

hank smirked as he pulled your hips closer to him, slipping his tongue inside you.

“oh my god! yes, yes, please!”

your hips bucked on his mouth, craving more friction, begging him for more. his tongue kept working wonders on your cunt, and you could feel your legs start to tremble. hank chuckled, sending shockwaves through your body. your hand tangled in the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself. you knew that yourorgasm was close; it was inevitable. as your toes curled, you yelped out,

“daddy! daddy please!”

“cum for me, sweetheart,” hank growled as his hand pushed down on your lower stomach. “cum.”

your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you released all over his tongue. he lapped up all of your juices while his hand soothingly rubbed circles on your thigh. your chest rose and fell rhythmically, like an ocean wave, and you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“daddy,” you whined out, pouting slightly. “can i get your cock, please?”

he came up, kissing up your body before he propped himself above you. you smiled up at him before he said,

“i think it’s time we cuff you, baby, your hands keep on roaming. give me your hands, baby.”

giving hank your wrists, you watched as he effortlessly pulled out his handcuffs and cuffed your hands in front of you. he then put them above your head and said,

“keep them there, or else.”

you nodded, and you watched as he took off his belt, folded it up, and commanded,

“open.”

opening your mouth, you whined as he slid it into your mouth, the stretch being slightly uncomfortable. he tapped your cheek and gave you a small smile.

“good, good. that’s good. gonna fuck you so good, make you cry for me.”

you nodded fervently, desperate for his atention. hank unbuttoned his pants and took out his fully erect cock. looking down, your eyes widened as you took in his size.

“oh, you know it’ll fit,” he cooed, kissing your cheek “we always make it fit. give me a thumbs up if you’re okay?”

you gave him a thumbs up and smiled as best you could. he slowly pushed into you, letting you feel every inch of him. your teeth dug into the thick leather of his belt since you couldn’t moan out.

“fuck,” he groaned as he buried himself inside you. “you’re so good, so good…”

your mouth was drooling all over hank’s belt as you let out muffled moans. he slowly started to thrust in and out, making you let out strained moans. nothing felt as good as hank’s cock, not even the dildo that he had gotten you to fuck yourself with when he wasn’t there. your eyes fluttered closed as he started to go faster.

“good, good, you’re so good. takin’ it like a good girl, you’re so fucking-oh…that’s a good girl,” he praised, nipping your earlobe.

you couldn’t do anything but whimper as he fucked you. he was amazing, hitting your g-spot every time. your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in even closer. hank started to pound into you, hitting every single deep spot inside you. tears pricked your eyes as he pounded into you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck! good girl!” he praised as he pushed down on your lower abdomen. “gonna fuckin’ make you squirt, huh? keep those hands up, baby, cause i’m gonna make you squirt.”

your cheeks burned with his proposition, and when he released your hands, he started to rub tight circles on your clit. if you didn’t have a gag in your mouth, you would have been screaming for hank at this point. he also made sure you knew how pretty you were, constantly praising you and making sure you knew you were doing well. his rough, gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps erupted on your body. pleasure consumed you; it was the only thing you could feel at this moment. the signature sounds of sex filled the room: the low groans, the whimpers, the bed creaking underneath the two of you. your toes curled and your nails dug into his back as he pounded into you.

“so fuckin’ close, baby,” he groaned as you pulsed around him. “good girl..you close?”

you nodded fervently, eyes going wide as you pleaded with him.

“good girl, cum for me, let it go,” he purred.

it felt like you were about to pee, but you remembered the last time this happened with hank. he encouraged you to follow the feeling and to just let it go, so that’s what you did. you followed the feeling and let out a strangled moan as you squirted all over. your legs shook and your eyes rolled back as your body rode through the orgasm. hank sloppily thrusted into you a few more times and came with a low grunt, spilling his release inside you. your chest rose and fell as you tried to come back down to earth. he kissed your jaw and softly murmured,

“that’s a girl, sh, sh, come back to me…”

he pulled out the gag, throwing it to the floor and letting you take deep breaths in. you gasped out, not because you weren’t able to breathe, but because your jaw was so stiff from being in that one position for so long. hank then uncuffed you and let the cuffs fall to the side. he pulled out the blanket from underneath you and murmured,

“it’s soaked, baby…holy shit.”

“i’m so sorry-“

“no, no, it’s fine, babygirl. let me just throw it in the laundry, i’ll clean it tomorrow.”

after hank threw the blanket in the laundry, he pulled off his button down and his jeans, throwing them in the hamper as well. he then slid into bed with you and wrapped his arm around your waist, laying a trail of sloppy kisses up and down your neck.

“you were so good, so good for me.”

“you’re not mad that i made a mess?”

“baby, of course not. that mess was one i made too. but i would make it again and again if i had to; it was the best. you’re so good, baby. so fuckin’ good. you just know how to make me feel so good.”

“mm,” you murmured, snuggling into hank’s chest. “you know how to make me feel amazing. how much was that scotch, by the way?”

“don’t worry about it. i have another bottle.”

hank kissed your forehead, lazily drawing circles on your back as you drifted off to sleep. he followed soon after, holding you close and taking comfort in the fact that you were safe in his arms.

#hank voight #chicago pd #chicago pd smut #hank voight x reader #hank voight smut #hank voight x reader smut #hank voight x y/n

[twoheartshookingup]

Post 9x22 because that’s where my brain is at. Warnings for rough sex, semi dubious consent (it’s a long established relationship), spanking, mentions of being owned, degradation, gagging, mild breath play, semi public sex.

When the news came over your radio that there was an officer down your blood turned to ice. You knew it wasn’t Hailey, Jay was too calm for that. Hank had been shot.

The rest of the bust was like a dream. All you did was focus on it, determined to clear the house so you could get to Med. And on any other day you’d be delighted about the bust but today you wanted to leave. Work came first. It’s what you and Hank had told yourselves when all of this had started, that all work came first and your relationship was for outside of work hours. So when Jay texted everyone that Anna had died, that Hank was getting out in a couple of hours and he’d be coming by the district before heading home, you knew you’d be “delaying” going home.

Everyone else left after a couple of hours, Kim and Adam to go hug their kid, Jay and Hailey to make sure she was ok. Kevin stopped by your desk and asked if you wanted to go for a drink considering how the evening had been, but you turned it down with a smile. It was a hug between you, Kevin squeezing to make sure you were there and ok.

“See you tomorrow, Kev,” you said as you sat down to get your paperwork done. It was nearly as soon as he left that Hank arrived, coming upstairs with his shoulder strapped, arm in a sling. You were surprised seeing him like that, but he nearly immediately went into his office, leaving the door open. Walking in he was staring at the wall, his non strapped fist clenched.

“Hank?” You were quiet, but when he turned around you could see how dark his eyes were. Hank pushed you against the desk with his good arm, your ass moving his nameplate out of the way. You were quickly sat up, your shirt hanging open and tits exposed as the cups were pulled down. His lips went around one nipple, good fingers stroking and pinching at the other. It was like a connection between your clit and tits, desperately bucking against him in need.

It was a final bite of your nipple that made you let out a whine before his tongue soothed it, letting go of that one with a pop. He did the same to your other, leaving you with a reddened chest that was aflame with glorious soreness and pleasure at once.

“These are mine.” He spanked each tit, a lone tear leaving one eye as the feeling got nearly too much for you, but you breathed through it.

“All yours. I’m yours, Hank. All of me.” He stared into your eyes, fingers on your chin so you couldn’t break the intense eye contact with him.

“Mine. I won’t let you forget it.” He held you like that for a moment before speaking again. “Get those jeans down now.”

Your fingers scrabbled at the button and zipper, undoing them and lifting yourself slightly to push them down your thighs. The cold wood underneath you made you shiver slightly, Hank’s hand around your neck when you looked back up at him. It was gentle pressure, barely enough to let you breathe but you could get some air.

“You trust me like this. My hand around your throat and you’re here in front of me in heat, desperate aren’t you?” You nodded, Hank nudging your legs apart and cold air against your soaked core. “Every time you’re in front of me like this all you want is for me to use you. So good for me like this, warm and wet and waiting. You’re all wet, aren’t you? Waiting for my cock to enter you and me to fuck you, isn’t that right? Be a good fucktoy for me and let me use that tight hole?”

You nodded desperately, Hank releasing your neck and his fingers immediately plunging into your hole. Your head threw back from the pleasure, fingers squelching obscenely in your wet heat as they scissored to fill you and make you stretch out. It was everything you needed until he stopped and you looked up at him.

“Follow me.”

He kept his fingers in you, leading you with his fingers in your cunt over to the couch. You undid his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers before he sat down and left you empty. With the slick you’d left on his hand you got to watch him jerk off for a moment before he pulled you onto him, his cock filling you and making you feel home again.

It was another moment of staring at him, his fingers pushed into your mouth as you sucked them clean. Once he was happy with them he pushed them back in your throat, feeling you gag around them.

“Feels so good in your cunt when you do that, did you know? I can feel every time you gag, you clench around me. Such a filthy slut, aren’t you?” You nodded, Hank pulling you in for a kiss as his fingers found your clit and began to play as you rode him.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, Hank sucking lovebites and biting marks into your chest. The pleasure kept building, his thrusts meeting your hips every time making you want to scream out but being oh so aware of where you were.

“Cum for me. I want to feel you around me.” His need was everything and your desperation was clear, but with the stimulation on your clit and the way his cock dragged off every sensitive spot in you you knew it wasn’t long until you would. Hank followed you over the edge, holding you against his good arm as you relaxed against him. The two of you were still connected, and you didn’t want to leave him yet.

“I love you.” The words were rarely said between the two of you, the knowledge it was there usually enough. But staring at the slightly bloody bandage made it clear. You’d nearly lost him.

“I love you too.” He held tightly, the two of you catching your breath there. But before he had you heard his breath hitch, looking up to see tears in his eyes. “She’s dead.”

“I know. I know.”

“I didn’t…I thought I could save her. I thought I could fix it.”

“I know you did.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek, fingers running through his hair. If it was you there you’d have done what Hailey did, except probably aim for her head. She’d nearly taken Hank from you and as much as you felt for Anna and wanted to help her you were still Hank’s before anyone else. The tears began to roll down his cheeks and you just held him, kissing them away so he knew you weren’t going anywhere.

“I didn’t even close the blinds. I didn’t ask. I’m sorry.” When he came back to himself he was clearly upset at what had happened between you, but you just kissed his cheek.

“We’re here. We’re ok. We needed it. Let’s go home, Hank.”

“That sounds really nice to me.”

#hank voight x reader #hank voight x y/n #hank voight x you #hank voight imagine #hank voight smut #minors dni

[whorekneecentral]

i want hank voight to rail me until i can’t even speak and then i want him to cuddle me and tell me i’m the prettiest girl ever

i’m feral for him lol

felt. 

no because he would + it's even better if y’all work together (can you tell work place romance is my fav lmao) 

the sneaky glances, the subtle touches, the way you’d both instantly get super protective of the other when something was going wrong. Only for y’all to end up on the couch in his office cuddling when everyone else has already left for the night. 

It’d start off sweet, you’re cuddling but then you realize he’s gone all quiet and you ask what's wrong. Hank’s upset because how could you be so stupid? putting yourself in danger like that. 

Of course in typical fashion, the two of you are arguing which ends up with the two of you doing it in his office; on the couch, on the desk, bent over the desk, literally anywhere in that room tbh 

but then you’re back on the couch cuddling, he's telling you how glad he is that you’re okay and that he couldn’t imagine losing you, you tell him that he won’t.

#hank voight #hank voight smut

[saragarnier]

Jay Halstead

Legend: 🌸=fluff, 🩸=angst

- A living Nightmare (pt. 1), (pt. 2) 🩸

- Departure 🌸🩸- Delivery (Departure pt.2)

- Love&Work

- Secret Revealed 🌸🩸

- Healing process 🌸🩸

#jay halstead #will halstead #erin lindsay #hank voight #adam ruzek #oneshot #angst #fluff #smut #chicago pd #kevin atwater #hailey upton #kim burgess #chicago fire #chicago med

[samantha-chicago]

Will be published on Wattpad @Samantha_Chicago

#reader x kelly severide #kelly severide x you #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide smut #kelly severide #jay halstead x sister #will Halstead x sister #sam carver x reader #hank voight x daughter

[ericac318]

Taking a Chance

Summary:

Dr. Rae Anderson is a Physical Therapist at Chicago Med and her life gets turned upside down by the presence of Sergeant Hank Voight in her ED. Is a romance with the gruff leader of the Intelligence Unit wise? Rae is about to find out. Voight x OC

Follow here for updates: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47338660/chapters/119282974

Chapter 1

“Dr. Anderson,” Maggie called out to get Rae’s attention, “I’ve got someone for you to check out. Be warned, he won’t want you around, but he needs to be looked at.”

Rae rolled her eyes, “Sure, sounds fun. Point me in the right direction,” she replied.

Maggie pointed at bay 6 causing Rae to nod.

Once Rae drew back the curtain, she knew what Maggie meant, “Sergeant Hank Voight, now I see what Maggie meant. You have quite the reputation. I’m Dr. Rae Anderson, a Physical Therapist. I’m going to check on your range of motion after your shoulder injury. Are you alright with that?” she asked.

“I don’t think I have much of a choice,” Voight replied, his gravelly voice showing his annoyance.

She glanced down to hide her smile as she reached out and grasped her forearm, “Ok, I’m going to rotate your arm. Tell me if anything causes pain, ok?”

“Understood,” he responded as he attempted to hide a wince while she moved his arm toward the ceiling.

She continued rotating his shoulder until she released her hold of his arm, noticing the possible blush on his cheeks from her touch before she spoke, “It looks like the injury is only compromising a small amount of your range of motion. I’d recommend that you come back two to three times a week to work on it with me, but I know better. Can you, at least, attempt to take it easy on this arm? I know you’re planning to head straight back to the streets.”

Voight held back a smirk as he replied, nodding, “I’ll do my best but I can’t make any promises. Will you be here to help me out if I don’t let this heal correctly?” he inquired, unsure of his true motivations.

Rae nodded, “I will, but I hope that I only see you again on a non-injury-related basis. You’re clear to go. But, listen to what I said, please,” she added as she exited the room wondering if he’d felt the same spark she’d noticed during their short interaction.

A week later, the ED was having a slow day so Rae decided to talk to Maggie about the police officer she’d been thinking about.

“Hey Mags,” Rae called out, “Do you have a minute?”

Maggie glanced her way, “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

Rae looked away for a moment, gathering her nerve, “I just wanted to find out what you know about Voight. Is he seeing anyone? Is he even interested in that sort of thing? I haven’t been able to get him off my mind since the day he was in here,” she confessed.

Maggie’s eyes lit up at Rae’s inquiry, “I love this! Voight’s wife died a few years ago from cancer. As far as I know, he hasn’t dated anyone or even had a fling since. I think you’d be really good for him. You should know that he’s not one to ask someone out. You’ll probably have to make the first move,” she suggested.

Rae shrugged at the information, “I’m surprised that he isn’t the type of guy to make a move. He seems like someone who knows what he wants.”

“He is, but he’s also someone who has lost a lot in his personal life so he stays pretty glued to his work,” Maggie shared.

Rae nodded, “That makes sense. I guess I’ll ask him out if I see him again. I’m ninety-nine percent sure that shoulder wound will bring him back in,” she went on, lost in her own thoughts, causing Maggie to nod in agreement.

Another week passed when Rae was walking through the ED before she spotted Voight in a bay with Will.

She made her way into the area, “Dr. Halstead, what brings the Sergeant back in today?” she asked, to make her presence known.

Will looked up to see Rae in the room, “Dr. Anderson, he broke the stitches on his shoulder injury. Did you need to evaluate him? We’re keeping this visit off the books if you know what I mean?”

“I do and I would like to take a look once you’re finished,” she replied as she stepped to the side to wait for her turn.

Will nodded before he continued stitching up the wound. Once he was finished, he stepped aside to leave the room while also leaving Voight and Rae alone.

“You didn’t follow my advice very well, did you?” Rae inquired as she grasped his forearm in her hands as she’d done previously.

Voight shook his head, “It wasn’t for lack of trying. I’ve been working some pretty serious drug cases and things just got out of hand,” he explained.

She nodded, “Well, it doesn’t look like you’ve done any additional damage but you really need to take it easier this time around. I’m sure you don’t want to lose function in your arm?”

“No, I need it to do my job. I will try better. If that’s all, I’d like to get out of here and back to my case,” he replied, avoiding eye contact with her.

Rae took a breath before she answered, “You’re cleared to go, but I do have an additional question. How would you feel about grabbing dinner with me tonight?” she asked, closing her eyes as she realized how she’d put herself out there with zero safety net.

Voight glanced down, hiding his smile, but his crow’s feet gave him away, “I’m not sure I’m the kind of guy you want to date. But, if you’re not worried about the risk then I’ll pick you back up here at 7. Will your shift be over by then?”

“I will,” she replied, “See you then,” she added as she stood and left the exam room.

#hank voight #chicago pd #original female character #fanfiction #age difference #FLUFF AND SMUT #archive of our own #in progress

[fanficreaderlove]

Can you do a Hank Voight x Latina! Thick/Curvy! Reader? With so much sexual tension and maybe angry sex?

Hank Voight x Latina!Thick/Curvy!Reader

#moodboard #seargent hank voight #hank voight moodboard #hank voight x oc #hank voight smut #hank voight imagine #hank voight #hank voight x reader

[adoreeenina]

Forbidden Attraction

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻

•~•~•~•~•

Relationships: Hank Voight x Plus size! Justin’s ex girlfriend! Reader

Summary: "It was wrong, it was forbidden, it was frowned upon by many. But no matter how many times we tried to stay away from each other, we couldn't fight the pull between each other."

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content. Younger woman/older man. Age gap. A bit of a slow burn. Mutual pining. Angst. Daddy issues. Insecurities. Mention of past domestic abuse. Mention of past cheating. Body issues. Romantic/Sexual tension. Depression. Anxiety. Jealousy. And more. (Justin & Alvin doesn’t die. Is somewhat of an AU.)

(Coming Soon)

#forbidden attraction #hank voight x y/n #sargent hank voight #hank voight x reader #hank voight smut #hank voight imagines #hank voight #Chicago pd #chicago med #chicago fire #law and order #jason beghe #Justin Voight

[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 11)

Masterlist

Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Will & Jay Halstead x Sister!OC

Warnings: Smut Ahead!

“Charles!” my mom exclaimed.

I knew my dad wasn’t going to be thrilled but I didn’t expect him to be rude.

“Dad come on.” I whined.

“Henry Voight, sir.” Henry introduced himself with an outstretched hand.

“What do you do for work Henry?” My dad asked.

“I’m a sergeant with the Chicago Police Department.”

“Do you work with Jay?” My mom asked.

“I’m actually his sergeant in the intelligence unit.” Henry explained.

My dad gave me a look.

“You’re dating your brothers boss?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes, and he’s fine with it. Now that is.”  

Fine may have been a little bit of a lie. Jay was learning to accept and after he got punching Henry in the face out of his system.

“When are those brothers of yours coming in?” My mom asked, changing the subject.

“I’d give them an hour or so.”

“Well come in darling and have a drink.” Mom offered.

“Thank you but I’m trying out a detox, so no alcohol for me.” I lied.

Thankfully, besides some moodiness and horniness, I don’t have many pregnancy symptoms.

“Since when are you on a detox?” My dad asked.

“Can’t a girl just detox in peace?” I laughed.

I made Henry a double, knowing that he was going to need it with my family tonight.

“Chef’s got steak and salmon being prepared for tonight, is that going to be okay sweetie?” Mom asked.

“Sounds great.” I mumbled.

“Henry, a moment please?” My dad asked, standing by the door to his office.

Henry looked at me while I looked at him and sighed.

“Of course.” He replied, downing his drink and following my father in. When the door shut, I turned to my mom with a lazy smile.

“He really makes you that happy?” She asked.

“He’s like a breath of fresh air at the bottom of the ocean. He came in unexpectantly, and I feel like I’ve been able to breathe better since he’s been here. God knows I’ve been able to sleep better which makes everything better. Being with him just feels like something I was always meant to find, you know?” I tried to explain.

“What’s his baggage?”

“His wife passed from cancer a few years ago. His son was murdered too and his grandson lives hundreds of miles away. Honestly mom, that’s the tip off the iceberg with Henry but I don’t care. He made loving me a priority and made sure I knew how he felt. That’s worth more to me than any baggage he could have.”

“I’m only going to bring this up once Charlotte but what about the age gap? There’s 22 years between the two of you and I want to make sure you’re okay with that.”

“I am. I don’t care that he’s older really, I’d still want to be with him until the day I die.”

“If you’re serious about this Charlotte, I’ll support you and I’ll bring this up again but I need you to promise me.” She pleaded.

“I’m serious mom. I could see myself marrying him one day.” I mused, a soft smile gracing my lips at the thought.

“Then I’ll just have to accept that I’m 4 years older than my future son in law.” She laughed, I held my lemonade out as a cheers.

---

Dad and Henry were still talking in the office nearly an hour later, so I went ahead and decided to take advantage of the afternoon sunshine and this pre-baby belly body while I could.

“Care to join me?” I asked my mom.

She was in the dining room fussing over the appetizers for Henry and my brothers.

“Be right there sweetie.” She yelled back.

The warm rays of the lake sun brought a sigh of relief to my body. I didn’t how much I would enjoy floating around a pool on a an inflatable rainbow but it was amazing.

“You look comfy.” Someone commented from poolside.

I opened my eyes to see Henry smiling down at me.

“It’s amazing. Come join me!” I beamed.

“I didn’t bring a swim suit. Don’t even think I own one.” He laughed.

Immediately, I got out and led him to our room where I happened to pack a new swim suite for him.

“How was the talk with my dad?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Long story short, he doesn’t really like me. He kind of did a background check and while that popped up clear, he poked around at the ivory tower and heard some rumors. He wanted to make sure that you were safe and wouldn’t get caught up in any of my shit.” He explained.

He sat on the couch, staring out the window as he spoke so I gently made my way over and sat on his lap.

“He doesn’t have to love you, that’s my job. My parents just need to know how much we love each other and accept it. My mom has, we spoke earlier and she said as long as we’re in love, she’ll accept up with open arms.” I re-assured.

“How did you manage that sweetheart?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I may have told her that I’d like to marry you one day.” I mused, running my hand down the back of his neck.

“Sweetheart, I’m already hard thinking about you pregnant, I don’t know if I could handle the thought of you being my wife.” He growled, immediately latching onto my neck.

“Fuck daddy.” I whined softly, turning myself in his lap so we were facing each other.

“You gotta be quiet baby girl, your actual daddy’s home.” He laughed.

His fingers slid past the hem of my bikini bottoms as one went up to caress my clit making me mewl out a string of expletives.

“It’s not nice to tease your pregnant girlfriend.” I warned.

Not one to disappoint, he unexpectantly impaled me on his fingers, causing me let out a loud whine.

“You have to stay quiet hunny.”

As if I could be quiet while 2 of his fingers were curling into my sweet spot. I could barely get a hold of myself as I rode his fingers with his thumb pressed to my clit.

“Come for me sweetheart.” He growled in my ear.

“God damn it Henry.” I swore, walls tightening around his fingers as I came with a whine.

I leaned away from his body as I got the pleasure out of watching him remove his fingers and place them directly into his mouth. Henry looked me directly in the eyes as he sucked his 2 fingers clean.

“Fuck.” I cried, immediately launching at him and bringing him into a needy kiss. I felt us fall back onto the bed as I detached my lips from his and latched onto his jugular, leaving marks as I went.

“Please fuck me.” I begged, grinding on his erect cock. I could feel the tent in his jeans growing rapidly as I ran my core up and down his length.

“How could I say no?” He laughed.

I knew Jay and Will would be here soon, so I quickly pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees and slid my bikini bottom to the side. Lining him up with my entrance, I slowly slid down on him, savoring the stretch.

“So good for me Mama.” He praised as I bottomed out on his cock.

“Say that again.” I whined, setting a slow but steady rhythm.

“You like that baby? Can’t wait for you to be swollen with my baby. I’m making you a mommy sweetheart, don’t forget that.” He growled, slamming me down onto his length.

I couldn’t help the sound that escaped me as I bottomed out harshly.

“Those boobs of yours are going to get so big. You’re going to be the perfect mommy to our baby, are you hunny? You gonna let me take a sip too mama?”

His words had me whimpering into his ear.

“Whatever you want daddy!” I promised.

“That’s my good girl.”

Henry flipped me over and jack hammered his cock in and out of me at an overwhelming speed. I tried to grip something, anything really as the pressure in my lower belly was building until it all became too much and Henry stifled my scream with his lips. I could feel his warm seed coating my walls as his hand went down to the small bulge in my stomach.

“That’s my cock today sweetheart, but soon it’ll be our baby growing in your belly.”

He slid out of me with a grunt as his hands went to caress my stomach and his lips came close enough to lay kisses where a very small baby bump was beginning to form.

“6 more months baby.” I smiled. I stared down at the love of my live kissing our babies home as I ran my hand through his hair.

“I can’t wait to meet this angel. Thank you sweetie.”

“Thank me? For what?” I laughed.

“For giving me a second chance.”

---

“Charlotte your brothers are here!” Mom yelled from the foyer.

I dragged Henry out of the pool with me as I raced my mom to the front door. I knew both her and my dad were excited to meet them but I wanted dibs first.

“Don’t scare them off.” I playfully scolded her.

“Never!” She laughed.

I thought she and dad would have more of a problem with Will and Jay but they were generally happy I found brothers that I loved and loved me back.

“Jay Bird, William!” I yelled as I ran down the front steps.

I jumped into Wills arms as if I hadn’t seen them in months, rather than yesterday.

“Charlie you’re all wet!” He complained, trying to push me off of him.

“Duh William, I was in the pool.” I teased.

I reluctantly let him go and I went to give Jay a hug.

“Not a chance short stack, back away.” He warned.

I settled for a kiss on the cheek as I lead them up the front steps. Mom, Dad and Henry were all waiting to greet the Halstead Brothers.

“Mom and Dad, I’d like you to meet Jay and Will.” I introduced.

My mom giddily gave them hugs as Dad shook their hands.

“We are so happy to have the three of you here this weekend.” Mom gushed.

“Us as well Ma’am.” Jay answered.

Jay and Henry were still on the fritz, but they did a manshake as they walked past each other.

“You came just in time, dinner is almost served. Why don’t we all freshen up and meet back in a few?” Dad asked, motioning to me dripping water in his entry way.

“Loud of clear big man, let me show them to their rooms.” I smiled, giving my father a mock salute and motioning for my 3 guys to follow me.

As we walked through this wing, Jay took notice of all the photos hanging on the walls.

“Is this where you grew up?” He asked.

“Sort of. This was my grandfathers house, so when he lived here, I was here for summers but when he passed, my dad sold our house nearby and we moved in.” I explained.

As we got to their rooms, I gave them a 20-minute timer before heading into a quick shower.

“You going to join me handsome?”

When the chef served dinner, my stomach was growling for salmon and medium rare steak.

“This is delicious.” I complimented, stuffing my face.

“What kind of detox are you on where you can eat steak and potatoes? I don’t even see a salad on your plate sweetie.” My mother chastised.

“Detox? Since when is she detoxing?” Jay asked confused.

“Since recently.” Henry replied for me.

“She’s given up drinking too.” My mother chimed in.

“We were literally drinking a week and a half ago.” Will reminded me.

Ah yes, the night before we found out I was pregnant. Will and I went out for a late lunch and we were drinking some spritzers.

“It’s a recent thing!” I snapped unintentionally.

The table got a little quiet as everyone stared at me for my outburst. Henry grabbed my hand under the table in support.

“Well it’s great that you’re trying to better yourself my dear.” Dad soothed, sending my anger from across the table.

“Thank you.” I signed.

Suddenly, dinner wasn’t on the forefront of my mind anymore and all I wanted to do was curl up in Henrys arms and cry.

“Are you alright sweetie?” He whispered, leaning to speak into my ear.

“No.” I sighed, fully pushing my plate away from me and getting up from the table.

Henry was quick to follow me out of the dining room and into the den where I curled up onto a couch.

“Come here hunny.” He cooed, sitting next to me and wrapping me into his arms.

“What’s going on with me?” I cried.

“It’s your hormones hunny. Pregnancy will do that to you.” He whispered.

“I feel terrible.”

“It’s going to feel like that sometimes hunny but you’ll move past this.” He reassured me.

I laid curled in his arms until my mother came in a few minutes later with a bowl in her hands.

“I know you’re detoxing but mac and cheese was always your favorite.” She smiled, sliding the bowl into Henry’s hand.

“Thank you.” I signed, taking small bites between hiccups.

“If you ever need to talk about anything sweetheart, I’m always here for you.” She stated, kissing me on the head lightly before leaving the room.

“Now I feel even worse for not telling her.” I sobbed, pushing away the mac and cheese.

“We’ll tell her soon hunny.”

Will and Jay came in afterward, highly concerned at my outburst and looking toward Henry for an explanation.

“It’s been a long day.” Henry said, reassuring my worrying brothers.

“You okay kiddo?” Will asked, taking a seat next to us.

“I’ll be fine, just needed a second.”

“Take all the time you need sweetheart.” Dad smiled, walking into the room.

“How about we do a movie night? Like old times sake.” Mom smiled, rejoining us with blankets and pillows galore.

“That’s a great idea! Charlie loves movie nights.” Jay smiled, helping her grab what she was holding.

That is how I ended up snuggled into Henry, watching some cheesy romcom with my family. This brought me more comfort than I could express to my family, knowing I couldn’t tell them our secret just yet. It felt nice, just being with everyone. The peace was soothing. Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep as I felt Henry pull me closer.

---

The next day I awoke to my mother opening every curtain in my bedroom, excitedly moving around the room with a song in her heart.

“Rise and shine Hunny! The boys are already going at golf. We’ll be meeting them for lunch.” She smiled, jumping on the bed to sit next to me.

“Henry went to play golf?” I mumbled, entirely unconvinced.

“With a little encouragement.” She laughed.

My mother had gifted me a beautiful dress to wear for lunch apparently a strappy set of wedges.

“Where is lunch at?” I questioned, eyeing the elaborate Love Shack Fancy dress.

“Just the country club darling.” She smiled, pulling me out of bed and pushing me into the bathroom.

An hour later I was dressed and we were in her escalade, on the way to meet my guys.

“Tell me, how did dad convince Henry to golf?” I laughed.

“He phrased it as “bonding time.” She laughed.

“My poor man must be miserable.” I chuckled.

“Your brother and him at are odds, correct?”

“They’re getting better.” I reassured.

“Is it because he’s his boss?” She asked.

“For the most part, yes.” I shrugged.

“And the other part?”

“A longer conversation.”

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REQUEST ARE OPEN!

Hello! My request are open! I currently have one WIP and then I'm all out. Below I will attach some people I write for, plus a few prompts. Please don't feel like you NEED to use the prompts listed, and request what'd you'd like!

WHO I WRITE FOR :

Calum Hood (5SOS)

Luke Hemmings (5SOS)

Michael Clifford (5SOS)

Ashton Irwin (5SOS)

Joseph Quinn (Stranger Things)

Shawn Mendes

Matthew Gray Gubler

Chris Evans

Henry Cavill

Jensen Ackles

Jared Padalecki

Harry Styles

Jay Halstead (Chicago PD)

Adam Ruzek (Chicago PD)

Evan Buckley (9-1-1)

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds)

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

& MORE

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PROMPT LIST :

"FUCK! You scared the shit out of me!"

"I don't like the idea of you being with anybody else."

"Sleep at my place tonight."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Please don't cry." "Why?" "-because when you cry, I cry."

"You had a crush on me?" "I have a crush on you."

"Do we have to meet in the middle of the night?"

"I wanna give this a chance."

"I don't know that we're capable of being just friends."

"All I want to do is kiss you. All the time."

"Did we just kiss?"

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Happy Sunday Lovely Readers! 💛

We are halfway through Turn Back Time 🤯 This has most definitely been the most challenging of the three books to write, simply because I haven't had as much time to spend writing so I very much appreciate those of you who still like/comment/interact with these stories.

Chapter Fifteen is taking shape and is titled For Old Time's Sake...a little sneak peak below the cut if you're interested 😉

Their assessment of their suspect’s evasion techniques was cut short when Trudy appeared in the doorway of the garage. 

“The tap you put on the girlfriend’s phone just payed off. He wants her to meet him at the Red Bridge tonight at ten o’clock.”

It wasn’t a venue Kate was familiar with but, from the knowing look that Trudy shared with Hank, she could only assume that there was a case file somewhere with at least one member of the intelligence unit’s name attached and thankfully she didn't have to wait much longer before Hank confirmed her thoughts.

“Years back, Antonio got into some hot water with a diamond dealer.” Hank explained, casting a withering glare at Ruzek who looked as though Christmas had come early. “Case led us to a sex club called the Red Bridge.”

“A sex club?” Kate clarified, both brows lifting in surprise at the thought of the experienced ex-vice detective managing to get himself tangled in a web of debauchery that, given the nature of his day job, he was all too familiar with. 

“It’s a place where people go to have se-“

“Yeah, gathered that Ruz.” She interrupted with a roll of her eyes. “What I meant was what kind of sex club are we talking here?”

“Membership only.” Jay replied with a casual shrug, confirming her assumption that he had been one of the detectives leading point on the last undercover gig. “Light BDSM, swingers, power play…but mainly just Chicago’s elite paying a small fortune to indulge in their kink for voyuerism.”

It seemed that Chicago was no different to any other city she had policed over the last decade in that it was often the richest and most prominent members of society who deemed themselves important enough that they needn't be concerned with abiding by the law.

“I’m guessing that there’s a number of Chicago dignitaries on that membership list preventing us from getting a warrant?” She asked with a huff of irritation, shaking her head in disbelief when Hank dipped his chin into a nod. 

“Well this girl clearly means somethin’ to him if he’s meeting her instead’a gettin’ his ass  outta town.” Kevin said, folding his arms across his hulking chest and Kate had to admit, the same thought had crossed her own mind the moment Trudy mentioned Dolan’s  contact with his girlfriend. After narrowly avoiding capture on not one but two occasions, there weren’t many people who would chance their luck one more time in the name of a quick screw. 

“Clearly she’s the one if he’ll risk it all to have her with him.” Kim offered, a rosy blush staining her ivory cheeks when Adam glanced over at her with a wry smile, the two of them sharing a moment before Hank cleared his throat and Kim’s eyes dropped back to the floor. 

“That or he’s more of an idiot than we thought.” He grumbled, once again questioning his life choices when he caught Burgess and Ruzek sharing lovelorn looks at one another instead of focusing on the task at hand. “We’re gonna need to get some eyes inside.”

“Yeah but we’ve all been burned.” Jay said, scrubbing an irritated palm over his sweaty forehead. “Dolan’s gonna bolt the second he sets eyes on us.” 

“I haven’t.” 

Kate had been dropping off Alexis at daycare when Kevin, Adam and Kim had pinned Dolan down at a bar in Rogers Park and both she and Kevin had been watching the front of the house earlier when Jay and Hailey barricaded him in his backyard before he’d managed to flee. It wasn’t lost on Hank that this was the first time that Kate had willingly offered to take a UC assignment since the incident with Pulpo but he couldn’t be sure if it was because she was the only member of the unit Dolan wouldn’t recognise or because she genuinely felt ready but, regardless of her intentions, he was quick to dispel any discussion around the prospect of sending her in alone.

“You’re not going in solo.”

“Who said anything about going solo?” She retorted and for a moment he wondered if she was going to suggest drafting in young Torres for the assignment but, from the impish quirk of her lips, it soon became apparent just whom it was that she was suggesting as her UC partner. 

“How ‘bout it Sarg? For old time’s sake?”

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