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themultifandomgal · 6 months
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Hank Voight- Another One?
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The sound of Hanks car coming up the drive way makes me jump to my feet. I pick up the 10 week old German Shepard and make my way to the bathroom
"Ok shhh we have to be quiet" I tell the puppy and place her down and shut the door as I hear the front door open then close. I walk over to greet my husband who is in command of the intelligence unit. Our other 4 dogs have already beat me to it "hey love good day?"
"Fine"
"Are you hungry? I can make us your favourite"
"What did you do?" Hank squints looking at me
"Nothing" I quickly shake my head. A small yap is heard from the bathroom
"What was that?"
"That was just Vinnie"
"Vinnie is here" Hank points to our oldest dog "and so is Ash, Bella and Max"
"Then it was my tummy?" there's another yap and so Hank walks passed me and towards the bathroom. Opening the door the little puppy comes running out and jumping up at Hank
"Another one? Seriously YN another puppy?"
"But he was abandoned and I couldn't say no" I pout
"I swear your job is a pain in the backside" Hank shakes his head. I pick up the puppy who's tail is wagging and she starts licking my face "5 dogs then?"
"Does that mean we can keep her?" I ask excitedly
"I guess we can keep her" I put the puppy down and wrap my arms around my husband
"Thank you thank you thank you" I kiss all over his face.
Later that evening we lay in bed together surrounded by all of our dogs. The new puppy is snuggled up with Max
"We need a name for her" I tell Hank
"What were you thinking?"
"I like Luna and Nova"
"I like Nova"
"Nova it is. I'm sorry I keep bringing dogs home but while your out saving people I'm saving animals. Your lucky I've just kept to dogs. Nearly bought home a rabbit and cat yesterday from a hoarders house" I chuckle which causes Hank to laugh along with me
"I know it's hard and you love the animals, but no more dogs. We've got 5 now and I don't think we could cope with anymore. Especially if we want a baby"
"I know, but their just so cute"
"I know I know" Vinnie jumps on the bed and wiggles his way in between Hank and I. I yawn feeling sleepy after my long day "good night YN"
"Night Hank".
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enretrogue · 11 months
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The “I lost my wife and kid(s) and now I’m afraid to get too attached again” club
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fanficreaderlove · 3 months
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Hank Voight x HyperFem!Colleague
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poisonedjoinery · 3 months
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Hello beautiful, just wanted to thank for writing stories and giving us reader some of your time. I don't know if you are open for requests but I give it a try. 🤍🙏 I'm in desperate need of a voightx reader fic, angsty hurt and comfort and fluff. Maybe you like my idea or get some inspiration to write something similar.
The reader is working with intelligence and Voight is instantly taken aback by her appearance. She is also attracted to Hank. But they keep their feelings for each other hidden. One night the goes out for drinks and in their tipsy state the reader and Hank make out.... The next day Voight is giving her the silent treatment and is also cold and unfriendly to her, just ignoring the fact they kissed. His unfair behavior goes on for days until she gets him to talk to her, telling her that is was was mistake and she should move on leaves her feeling more hurt and heartbreak than ever. The situation is also taking a physically toll on her, with no appetite and her deathly sick appearance the team instantly worries.
We all know Voight would think he can't give her what she needs or be good enough fir this kind and beautiful girl.
Later on there's a guy hitting on her and Voight pushes her to date the stranger (secretly dying from jealousy, but believing another man can give her all she needs). The date ends catastrophic when she realizes that the guy drugged her, secretly and in panic she calls voight in her dizzy and weakening state and manages to tell him the bar they're currently. Not able to defend herself in her drugged state the guy is able to drag her to his car in the parking lot. She's struggling and fighting for her life, he gets frustrated and beat her up..... Voight comes just in time and keeps the guy from kidnapping her. Nearly conscious and beaten Hank takes her to his house to attend her injuries and to take care of her. Some fluffy end in which he admits his feelings for her... 🤍🙏
Currently I am sucker for caretaker fics, with sick and hurt reader. The intelligence team would be soo cute taking care and at a Hank Voight who hides his feelings and worries for the girl just get me 😍
I am soooo sorry for this long request, but I have this idea in my head since forever and I just needed it to share, in desperate hope a talented writer might create a good story. Don't hesitate to tell me if this sucks.
Lot's of love 🤍
Eat the World Raw
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Authors Notes: This is an anon request, of super protective yet jealous Voight. I hope I have done your request justice anon, my apologies for the serious delay on this I have a hideously busy job these days and I find it hard to find writing time.
Summary: Reader is a new starter on the Intelligence Unit, and is instantly taken with Voight. After sharing a drunken moment, Voight pushes reader away. But a panicked phone call changes everything.
Warnings: Mentions of drink spiking and assault. Angst and fluff too. If you feel there should be any other warnings, please do let me know.
Gif by: @shelby-love
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"Hey Boss, the new recruit is here." Antonio called out to Voight, as he walked you to your new desk. Dropping your bag to the side, you pulled off your coat.
"Thank you Detective, I appreciate your help." Smiling, Antonio nodded his head,
"Call me Tonio, everyone else does. Come on, we can get you some coffee, you're gonna need it." Nodding, you followed him to the break room. Tonio gave you the rundown of the most recent case the team was working on. A gang was currently running drugs through the city, and the intelligence unit was still unsure of how they were managing to go undetected.
"Wow... that sounds like a lot. You know, I worked a case once where a gang was using the postal service to distribute their drugs. The leaders brother used to work for them, and kept a master mailbox key." Antonio looked surprised,
"Huh... that... could actually be plausible."
"'TONIO!" Whipping his head round, he watched as Voight stalked in, a deep frown on his face.
"I thought you said the new starter was... here..." His voice trailed off as his gaze focused on you. You felt your breath leave you, as though you had been gut punched. You'd been told a lot about Voight, had been told what a hardass he was. Never taking no for an answer, scaring off more teammates and pissing off coworkers more than anyone else in the CPD. What you wasn't prepared for, was for how handsome he was. Yes, he was at least twenty years older than you but you couldn't help yourself, you let your eyes roam over him. From his boots, all the way to the black button down shirt with a black leather jacket over the top.
Clearing his throat, Antonio stepped forward.
"Boss this is (Y/N). I've already brought her up to speed with the case, and she's actually given a decent idea of how the drugs could be being moved around the city." Antonio frowned, looking at Voight, and then to you.
"Boss?"
"Huh... yeah?" Clearing his throat, Voight gave a tight smile and held out his hand.
"Nice to meet you (Y/N), glad you're all caught up." Averting his gaze, he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Uh... Tonio, I need you to run down a lead. It's the one that Ruzek brought us yesterday, take the newbie." Looking back up at you, he gave a small smile and quickly turned around heading back to his office.
"Um... he seems... intense." Your voice sounded shaky. You quickly took a large gulp of coffee, wincing as it scolded your throat.
"Yeah he um... I think he's a bit stressed right now." Tonio frowned, then quickly smiled.
"Okay, let's go." Striding back out, you grabbed your coat and badge. Risking a quick glance behind you, you saw Voight in his office watching you.
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The case took a nasty turn. The gang that was peddling drugs, seemed to have looped kids into their dealings. Picking the weak and neglected kids whose parents wouldn't give a shit as to their whereabouts. You kept your head down, working hard and not getting underfoot. Learning the ways and methods the team worked, but you could start to feel the pressure of this case sinking into your bones. You felt angry that innocent kids were being used, and made to believe that they were cared for. You rubbed your face, the night had settled around you causing the light from your screen to become harsh to your eyes.
"Hey (Y/N), it's late. Come on, we're all going for a drink." Glancing up, Halstead smiled from his desk as everyone else pulled on their coats, shutting down their computers. huffing out a sigh your stretched.
"Yeah sure... okay sounds good."
You all headed to Molly's, grabbing a booth in the back you sat and powered through a few beers. As the mood lightened, jokes started to fly around along with casual conversation. Soon you found yourself laughing at Ruzek and his ridiculous stories.
"There room for one more?" Glancing behind you, you found Voight staring down at you intently. Swallowing hard, you nodded and shifted your chair over.
"Sure thing Boss." Voight grabbed a chair and sat next to you.
"Thanks, and when we're not on shift, you can call me Hank." Smiling, you took a sip of your drink. Feeling more confident, mainly because of the ten or so beers flowing through you, you leant in closer to Voight.
"Thanks. So... Hank... how has your day been?" Smiling, Hank watched you for a moment, then lent in further.
"Well it has been busy... but I think we are making good progress, and the drinks are certainly helping right now." With that he took a large gulp of bourbon, causing a colour to rise in his cheeks.
The night continued, with the team drinking and laughing. The more you drank, you found yourself relaxing into your seat which incidentally lead to you leaning further into Hank. You enjoyed the warmth that came from him, the smell of his cologne, the deep laugh that vibrated out of his chest. You tried not to squirm as you felt yourself becoming flushed with excitement.
"Okay guys... I need to get to bed. I'd like it to be at least a month before I drunkenly embarrass myself. " The others laughed and jeered, trying to persuade you to stay as you pulled on your coat.
"I'm gonna head off too, (Y/N) I'll walk you out." Waving bye to everyone, you headed to the door, your mind racing at the thought of Hank being so close behind you. Rummaging in your bag you found your phone, pulling up a taxi app.
"How you getting home?" Looking up, you smiled and showed him your phone.
"I was going to get a cab."
"Ah, don't worry about that I'll give you a ride. Come on."
"Oh you don't have to..."
"I know I don't have to, but I want to. It's late and I can at least know you're safe." Dropping your phone back into your bag, you pulled your jacket closer around you.
"Then lead the way Boss." Smirking at him, as he raised an eyebrow, he lead you across the street to his truck. Climbing in, you sank into a soft leather chair. The air was heavy with Hanks smell, and coffee.
"So... where do you live?" Shutting the door behind him, Hank started the truck and turned on the heater. Giving him your address, you pulled your seatbelt on. The drive was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Hank maneuvered the truck smoothly through the light city traffic, occasionally asking you questions about your previous jobs. Before you knew it, you were outside your house. Stopping the truck, he placed his arm behind your chair, quietly watching you.
"Thank you, Voight. I appreciate the lift."
"You're welcome sweethear'." You felt a heat creep over your face at the endearment. You dropped your gaze not wanting him to see.
"Well um... goodnight. I..." Before you could finish your sentence, Hank had tilted your face up, his hand remaining under your jaw.
"Just... a taste." You blinked and felt as his lips pressed against yours. Moaning quietly, you reached your hand up grazing the back of his neck. Pulling him in closer to you. You're not sure at what point it happened, but you ended up pulled into Hanks lap, slowly kissing him for what felt like hours. Humming quietly, he pressed his head against yours.
"I um... I should probably go. I need to be fresh for tomorrow... I don't want my boss to get pissed at me." Smiling, Hank let you shift out of his lap and into the passenger seat again.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bright and early boss." Climbing out you headed into your house, Hank remaining outside until you had locked your front door. Hank rubbed his face and pulled his truck out onto the main road. What the fuck had he done.
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The next morning Hank got to the office bright and early. He didn't want to be disturbed by anyone. This case was starting to piss him off, and he didn't want to fuck around chasing any more dead beat leads. He noticed as the rest of the team trickled in, all of them having a haggard look that suggested they'd all drunk a bit too much last night. He noticed how you watched him through the blinds of his office, like you was waiting for him to call you in for a chat. He probably should talk to you, but he just couldn't do it right now. He was too pissed at himself to even consider having a civilised conversation.
He made sure he kept busy for the rest of the day, he didn't want to speak to anyone unless needed. He chased down lead after lead until he managed to find one that was promising. After ten hours, and a painful conversation with a local informant, Voight managed to track the ring leader down and haul him and his gang into lockup. He left Antonio and Burgess shutting down the lab, and bagging up evidence.
"(Y/N), with me." nodding quickly, you followed Voight out into the stations car park.
"I'm sorry about last night, I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have kissed you."
"I didn't mind Hank, I actually enjoyed..."
"No... it won't be happening again. I am too old for you, and I won't be able to give you anything that you want. So it's best to just... forget about it okay." It killed him to see the pain and hurt in your eyes.
"Hank I..."
"It was a mistake (Y/N), okay?" He didn't meant to raise his voice, but he saw the anger building in you.
"Not a problem Boss, I've already forgotten." Watching you march back into the building, he groaned inwardly, kicking himself for his tactless approach.
For the next few weeks, Voight watched as you worked alongside the team, effortlessly working leads and solving case after case. He couldn't stand how pale you had become, how when everyone else had lunch you seemed to find a reason not to eat with them.
"(Y/N), eat something will you. I don't want you passing out on shift." Whipping your head round, you glared at Voight as he stalked past you. Grinding your teeth, you forced yourself to answer.
"Sir." Grabbing your coat, you nodded to 'Tonio.
"I'm heading out for some food, want anything?" 'Tonio shook his head,
"Na I'm good, thanks (Y/N)." Nodding, you headed out.
You didn't realise how hungry you were until you were half way through a footlong sub from the local deli. Your stomach ached in protest and delight at the amount of food you were consuming. You couldn't help but think about how Voight had kissed you that night, it had felt glorious. You hadn't dated anyone for a few years, hadn't really had the time. You'd enjoyed your job too much. But when Voight had kissed you, you felt a new rush, a new thrill. Then the fucker had ditched you.
"Asshole." Throwing your rubbish in the bin, you headed back into the office. Taking the stairs two at a time, you wasn't focused on the people around you and you slammed into someone.
"Shit... I'm sorry I wasn't watching." Glancing up you found a guy in front of you smiling.
"(Y/N)! Christ I haven't seen you in years." Focusing on the face attached to the voice, you saw it was Jacob. A guy you had gone through the academy with. Huffing out a breath, you gave a wane smile.
"Hey, Jacob. How you doing?" Nodding, he grinned, stepping closer to you.
"Yeah I'm good thanks, I'm working over with homicide now."
"Sweet." You shifted your gaze, looking up to where you wanted to go. He glanced behind you, eyes going wide.
"Are you... you up in Intelligence?"
"uh-huh."
"Holy shit that is amazing, I've heard Voight is a right hardass... is that true?"
"I can be when pushed." Jacobs eyes widened as he spun round.
"Um... sorry Sir, I didn't mean anything by it." Smirking Voight clapped him on the shoulder,
"Don't sweat it. (Y/N), when you're ready we've got a lead to run down." Turning, Voight headed up the stairs to the rest of the team.
"I should head up." Moving to follow Voight, Jacob caught your arm.
"Hey do you fancy grabbing a drink tonight, after work?" Glancing up the stairs you saw Voight had slowed down, probably trying to over hear your conversation.
"Um... yeah I'll uh... I'll let you know. Big case, not sure what time I'll be finished."
"Yeah... yeah okay sounds good." Heading up the stairs, you caught Voights eye.
"Hey... you dating that guy?" Frowning, you glanced up at him.
"I... no I went through the academy with him. He just asked if I wanted to meet for a drink."
"Hmm... you should go. You're a young woman, you should get out from behind the desk." Watching him closely, you leaned in looking for any hint of a joke.
"You... okay sure, why not." Turning on your heel you marched into the office heading straight to your desk to phone Jacob. If Voight insisted you go, then you'll go. If only you'd turned round, you'd have seen the fury burning in his eyes.
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Checking your reflection, you smiled. You'd picked your best emerald green dress, it dipped low at the front and hugged at your hips just right. You felt good for the first time in a while.
"Forget Voight." Grabbing your coat and bag, you headed out the door.
You found Jacob at the bar sipping on a beer, spotting you he grinned.
"Wow... you look amazing!" Grinning, you pulled your coat off and placed it over the bar stool.
"Thank you, you scrub up well yourself." Gesturing to the bartender, you ordered a red wine.
"Cheers." Taking a big sip you smiled. You looked around the bar, seeing all the different people chatting and drinking. You felt yourself relax a bit into your seat.
"So... how's your case going?" Looking up, you were stalled for moment.
"Uh... yeah it's going okay. It's a tough case but we're getting there." You didn't overly want to chat about work, as it reminded you of Voight. Jacob seemed to get the hint as you didn't expand any further on the subject. You sat quietly for a moment, just sipping on your drink. After a while, you both seemed to just relax into a conversation, reliving the academy days minutes passing into hours.
"You feeling okay?" Jacobs voice seemed to pull you out of a blurred moment that you didn't remember going into.
"Hmm? oh... yeah I'm fine, I'm just... gonna head to the bathroom okay?" Smiling, he nodded.
"Okay, well uh... shall we head out after this? Maybe find somewhere to get food?" Standing up, you nodded holding onto your chair for dear life.
"Yeah that's fine." Grabbing your bag, you headed to the bathroom, feeling your legs wobble and your head start to swirl. Pulling in a deep breath, you focused on the toilet door, not wanting to look more drunk than you were.
Pushing open the door, you leant on the sink and stared at your reflection. Your pupils looked blown, but you couldn't tell. You couldn't focus. You tried to remember how many drinks you'd had, tried to remember anything but it was all becoming a hazy dream.
"Shit.." Stumbling into a toilet stall, you locked the door behind you and rummaged in your bag pulling out your phone. You truly hoped you'd punched in the right number.
"(Y/N)?" Hanks voice cut through the phone, relief flooded through you.
"Han..k... I need... come help... been drugged."
"Where are you!" You felt yourself slowly drifting off.
"I... I'm ... bar...South side... bird...bird... Spar..." Your voice drifted off,
"Bird... the Sparrow... you at the Sparrow!"
"Yea... bathro." Your world went black.
Voight drove like a madman, sirens blaring not caring who he cut off in the process. Hold on, please god hold on. The streets were a blur as they flashed past him in a haze of lights and noise. Pulling into the car park, Voight spotted a guy hauling a woman to his car. Stepping out, he recognised it as Jacob. Picking up his pace, he started towards him catching your voice as he got closer.
"No... get off you sick fuck."
"Stop struggling... you know you're going to love it." Hank watched as you swung at him catching him in the mouth, but it didn't stop there. Jacob slapped you, and punched you in the stomach. Hank was at his back within seconds. Grabbing him by the hair, he slammed his face into the side of the car, continuing to punch him as he slid to the ground. He wouldn't have stopped, could have killed him had it not been for your voice calling to him.
"Hank..." Looking behind him, he saw you stirring on the floor blood pouring from your mouth.
"Shit... (Y/N), I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Scooping you up, he carried you to his car putting you in the passenger seat. Peeling out of the car park, he sped away from the bar. Glancing over at you he took your hand,
"Hey, (Y/N) stay awake alright. We're nearly there." You let your head lull to the side, the warm air from the heater and the blow to the head making you sleepy.
"Where's there?" you murmured out.
"Home."
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Waking up, your head felt heavy, your vision blurred. Rubbing a hand over your face, you realised you no longer had your dress on but a soft t-shirt with the letter CPD stamped on the chest. Your body ached, and yet you felt content in the soft confines of the duvet.
"Hmm... s'good."
"(Y/N)?" Glancing to the side, you found Voight sitting in a chair next to your bed.
"Hey, um... what am I doing here?" Reaching out, Voight took your hand and held onto it gently.
"You rang me last night, you went out for a drink with the Jacob guy and ah... he um... he spiked your drink." Frowning, you tried to remember but all you could think of was the toilet stall you had sat in.
"I got there just as he was dragging into his car, but you resisted and uh.. he hit you a few times."
"I um... christ I don't remember much I'm sorry Boss. Guess that's why my head hurts hmm?"
"What! No, don't be sorry, that scumbag is the one who should be sorry not you! I'm... I'm just glad I was able to get you out before... well I'm glad I got to you." Smiling you squeezed his hand with yours,
"Thanks Boss."
"'Tonio checked into your boy, and he's not a cop, well not any more at least. He didn't make it passed being a beat cop, he assaulted two women so he got fired." You felt your stomach churn.
"Well... maybe next time I should get you guys to run a background check on whoever I plan on going for a drink with hmm?" Dropping your head back into the pillow you winced as pain flared through your eyes. Looking around the room, you saw that it was rather warm and, oddly enough, cosy.
"We won't need to do that." Voight sounded a little nervous, something you had never thought he could be. Tilting your head, you gazed at him intently,
"And why's that hmm?"
"Because I'm not a creep who preys on women, so you'll be safe."
"Wha..?" Sighing, he shifted out of his chair to sit on the edge of the bed, running his other hand over your hair. It only occured to you now that this was Hanks house, Hanks bedroom, Hanks shirt that you were wearing.
"I shouldn't have encouraged you to go on a date with that guy. What I should have done, was date you myself. But instead I... I got nervous. Nervous that you'd see I wasn't anything but an old, beat up cop too stuck in his ways to make you happy in the ways that matter." Sitting yourself up, you leaned into Voight and kissed him. You wasn't sure how long it lasted, or when he had gently pushed you back leaning into you. Running your hands up his arms, you traced your fingers over his broad back. Breaking away, you pressed your head against his,
"You know, you never even asked what makes me happy. If you'd had just asked, I think we would have saved a lot of time... and spiked drinks." Smirking at him, he shook his head.
"Yeah I know, I'm a dumbass." Laughing at him, you brushed your hand over his jaw.
"I'll let you off, on one condition." Voight raised an eyebrow, and hummed quietly.
" You um... take these jeans off and stay in bed with me for the day hmm?"
"Yes Ma'am, you don't have to ask me twice." Standing he slowly unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned the jeans. You felt a heat build in your face and stomach. This was going to be... an interesting day.
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stephydearestxo · 7 months
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Someone needs to tell me why there’s not more Hank Voight x Reader fics? I mean…man is daddy af
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fromasgardandback · 2 years
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Detective Halstead’s Girl
Jay Halstead x Olinsky!Reader
description: Jay falls for Olinsky’s daughter.
word count: 1.2k
warnings: stalking, creepy men, step-parent hate, car accident, boyfriend Jay
masterlist | oneshots
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Y/N Olinksy, the woman that Jay Halstead had fallen in love with. He didn’t know Alvin had an older daughter, but he did. They were young and in love when Y/N was born, and before he met Meredith. Not that Y/N had any distaste for her stepmother at first, but she did notice something off. Meredith would try to get in the way when she would come and spend time or even the weekend with her father. It got even worse when Y/N had to move in with her father. She had a good relationship with her sister, but because of Meredith, she spent most of her time outside of the home. That’s where she meets Jay, at Molly’s Bar on a Tuesday night.
“Hi.” He smiled his charming smile at her. “Thought you could use another round,” Jay set the bottle of beer down next to the drink on the counter. “I’m Jay.” 
“Y/N. Thank you for the beer. I definitely needed this.” She smiled lightly at him. She wasn’t in the mood to talk, but with a handsome man standing beside her, she’d forget about her woes for the night.
“Would you like to talk about it? Maybe take your mind off of what’s bothering you?” Jay sat next to her, not waiting for her answer.
“I’d like that.” Y/N smiled softly. “It’s a family thing, well, a stepmother thing. I live with my dad for the moment while I’m apartment hunting and his wife is quite possibly one of the worse people you could meet.” She grinned, trying not to bring Jay down with her.
“I’m really sorry to hear that. If you’d like, I could help you find an apartment. Actually, my brother owns and building and so does my co-worker.” He smiled proudly.
“Are you serious? Yes, I would love to check out both of them. Thank you so much!” Y/N's smile widened, immediately lifting her spirits.
They spoke the rest of the night getting to know one another before they said goodnight. Jay gave Y/N his number promising to give her Will and Kevin’s contacts in the morning. Which he did, bright and early the moment he woke up. She thought it was sweet that Jay was still thinking of her even when he just woke up. Some women would have thought that was creepy, but not Y/N. It was kind and thoughtful. 
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A couple of weeks had gone by and Jay and Y/N have been on a few dates but made nothing official yet. Y/N was like her father in that way, mysterious and keeping people on their toes. But when she called Jay in the middle of the night scared, he didn’t hesitate to call in back-up for his girlfriend.
“Y/N!” Jay ran towards her as she stood outside the front of the local bagel place near her father’s home.
“Jay!” She sighed in relief hugging him as he held her closer into his frame.
“What happened, darling? Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” Jay took a step back to scan her face and body for any signs of injuries.
“No. No, I’m physically okay. Just scared and freaked out.” Y/N sighed, still slightly trembling.
“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Jay led her to his car.
“I don’t know. There’s just this guy I’ve seen wherever I go. I didn’t pay any attention to it at first cause it’s a semi-small neighborhood, but then it started to get everywhere I went. To the gas station, the grocery store, the post office, the bank, and even outside the building I work in. I’m pretty sure he’s following me.” She sighed a single tear falling from her eye. Y/N didn’t dare mention anything to her dad. She knew that she wouldn’t be “allowed” to go out alone or to be stuck at home with Meredith. She wanted freedom and promised herself to be careful, but now she wishes she told Al. It was starting to get out of hand and terrifying her by the day.
“It’s alright, baby. I’ll protect you. No one is going to hurt you.” Jay held her close again, gently rubbing her back to calm her down. 
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Now it was taken to a new level of scare and threat. Y/N walked outside of her office building and to her car. A small fire started in a car parallel to hers in the parking garage. She panicked and dialed 911 to notify them of a car fire. She then ran towards the stairs to grab the fire extinguisher and put it out. Once she met up with the owner she left knowing they’d take care of it. But as this was happening, her stalker put a tracker on her car. As she was leaving, there was a blue sedan following her one car behind. She noticed a couple of turns with this guy but didn’t make the connection until she was mindlessly driving around Chicago. Where she went, he went. Now Y/N was terrified and shaking. She knew what to do now, but all common sense ran out of the window and was replaced with anxiety. She fumbled to call Jay or Alvin. She hit a random number and heard the dial tone.
“Y/N?” No answer from her. “Y/N, sweetheart what’s wrong?” She heard Al’s voice on the other end of the phone.
“Dad?” She sighed shakily into the phone. “Daddy, there’s someone following me. I think it’s my stalker, I don’t know what to do.” Y/N sighed trying her hardest not to panic anymore and break down into tears.
“Y/N, listen to me. Do not go home. Come straight to the district.” Alvin said.
“O-ok.” Was the last thing Al heard before the sound of a car crash and tires squealing.
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Y/N sat in the banged-up car, bloody and confused. Trying to move, she saw a man slowly getting out of his car. She recognized the blue sedan and struggled in fear to escape the wrecked car. Her seatbelt was stuck and there was no way she would be able to get out of there without any help from the fire department. Sirens blared in the distance as the man walked closer to her. She saw a slight glimpse of something in his hand, and before she could register what was happening, gunshots went off. 
Y/N woke up in a hospital bed, machines beeping, and a nurse checking her out. She let her eyes adjust to the light before looking over and seeing Jay asleep in the hospital chair next to her bed.
“Jay.” Y/N said hoarsely as he woke up, looking at her.
“Y/N. You’re awake. Hi baby.” He softly placed a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger a little longer.
“What happened?” Y/N looked tiredly at her boyfriend.
“You were in a car accident. But don’t worry we caught the guy. And yeah, he was your stalker, but he’s locked up now for a long time. He can’t and won’t hurt you anymore. I promise.” Jay slid into bed with her, letting her rest on him. “I got you now.”
“Thank you for saving me.” She cried into his chest.
“For you, I’d risk it all.” Jay kissed her forehead, cuddling his girlfriend.
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blathannabeaga · 1 year
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prompt; [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance
hank voight x gn!reader
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It’s just past eleven in the night when you finally finish all your paperwork for the day. By then, the stack of files is towering precariously over your desk and you’re careful not to send your painstaking work falling to the ground as you slip out from behind your desk.
Hank’s the only other person left in the bullpen, and you’re thankful for it. Alone time with him has become so rare lately that you’ll take it just about wherever you can get it, and you find yourself feeling a strange kind of gratitude as you gently turn the doorknob and step inside his office.
He raises his head as you enter. Pen clenched tightly in hand and his other massaging his tensed forehead, you get little more than a grumbled hey in greeting but you don’t take it to heart. You’re going on thirteen straight hours of work trying to close this case out, so by now you’re all more than a little done with the day.
The stretch of his pen against the thick ivory paper fills the space between you as you walk the few paces to where he sits behind his desk. He’s hunched over it, almost uncomfortably so, and it’s confirmed for you when you stand behind him and begin to smooth your hands across his shoulders only to find them painfully tensed.
A soft tsk leaves your lips, and you swear it makes him smile just the smallest bit. He continues writing as you rub at his shoulders, feeling him relax a little under your touch as you do.
“You feeling okay, love?” You ask after a bit, letting your hand linger along the nape of his neck and brushing the pads of your fingers over the fine hairs there.
His pen hits the desktop as he sets it down, and leans back in his chair. Taking your other hand into his, he squeezes it tightly and shows you a softened look.
“Better, now.” His voice is especially gravelly given the duration of the day, and it comforts you an awful lot. As you smile, he returns it and looks to the hand of yours that’s still texting on his shoulder with a pointed look. “I never said stop, y’know.”
You give a gasp of mock hurt, and swat at his chest. “Jackass.”
That makes him laugh, a real, deep laugh that echoes around the silence of the room and fills your heart for the first time all day. “You love it, really.”
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citygirlcharlotte · 1 year
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The Sister Halstead (Part 13)
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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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keanureevesisbae · 2 years
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Not so brave
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Sergeant Hank Voight x fem!reader
Summary: You are being followed by a car, however your man Hank is quick to respond.
Wordcount: 1k
Warnings: Some shooting, but that's all xx
masterlist // one chicago masterlist //
You worked as a barista and you absolutely adored it. Interacting with people, sharing stupid stories and having a laugh with them, you loved it. Contrary to your boyfriend’s life, yours was fairly predictable. It was safe. 
Your boyfriend Hank’s job was everything yours wasn’t. While you spoke about the different cappuccino’s and the funny customers who you shared some inside jokes with, he barely spoke about work.
The only times he did, was when you discovered a bruise on his body or saw how his knuckles were skinned and you pressed for more information. 
While it wasn’t ideal in your eyes, you accepted it.
You ended your morning shift, so you made your way to the car. Once you got inside and started it, you were quick to hum along with the radio. Hank preferred his drives more in silent, but he got used to your off key singing fairly quick, as there was no stopping you once you heard music.
As you stopped in front of a red light, you looked in your rearview mirror.
Still?
That beige colored car had been following you ever since you drove from the parking lot. When the red light turned green, you drove and at the next intersection you took a left turn, instead of going into the right direction you initially wanted to go. 
And the car followed you.
‘Siri,’ you said, ‘call Hank Voight.’
‘Calling Hank Voight,’ the computerized voice told you and not long after that, you heard: ‘You okay?’
You had this agreement, the two of you. If it wasn’t urgent, you’d text him. If it was urgent, you’d call and he would pick up. Which he did. ‘There’s a car following me.’
‘You sure?’ he asked.
‘Yeah, I took a few odd turns and he’s still following me,’ you said. ‘what if something happens?’
‘Nothing will happen. I got your location.’
You hated the idea of him being able to track your phone, but after he gave a little bit more detail about the interesting parts of his job, you’d caved, after he promised to never ever track you if you weren’t in trouble or when nothing suspicious happened. You trusted he didn’t do that, but now you were thankful he had his way of tracking you.
‘I’m scared,’ you then said. ‘Where do I go now?’
‘Just straight ahead,’ Hank told you. 
You gripped the steering wheel tightly, as a sniffle escaped from your lips. 
‘Hey, hey, don’t cry,’ he said, his tone softer than before. ‘At the next intersection, go right, okay?’
‘Yeah, will do.’
‘Can you describe to me what the person behind the wheel looks like?’
You took a quick glance in the rearview mirror and said: ‘He wears a hoodie. He’s white. Has a beard.’
‘What kind of car?’
‘A beige one. I don’t know the kind.’
There’s some mumbling on the other end of the line and you take a right turn and the car follows you. 
‘Keep breathing, sweetheart,’ Hank said to you. ‘Go straight ahead.’
‘It’s a dead end,’ you told him, slightly panicking. ‘It’s a dead end, Hank!’
‘Just go, alright?’
Knowing you couldn’t back out and Hank had your best interest in mind, you did what he told you to. 
Though you weren’t so certain about it. 
‘Stop right there,’ he said and you stepped on the break, the beige car closing in on you. But then, out of almost no where, you recognized your boyfriend’s car. Right when you wanted to say something, shots were fired from the car behind you. You dove down and let out a scream.
Shattered glass fell on you and you were crying. Screaming even. You hid your face in your hands and let out more and more sobs. More shots were exchanged and the door on your side opened. You kicked. ‘Stop, stop, let me go!’ you screamed.
‘Hey, hey, it’s me,’ you heard Al’s voice. 
‘Al?’ you asked, as the gun shots died down. You looked up and quickly unclasp yourself out of the seatbelt. You nearly launched yourself in his arms and all the adrenaline rushing through your veins was now breaking down, causing your hands to shake.
‘You’re good, you’re good,’ Al whispered in your ear, patting the back of your head in a comforting matter. 
Your cries turned softer and less hysterical. Al let go of you, but another set of arms pulled you out of the car for a proper hug. ‘You’re okay,’ Hank whispered. ‘You’re alright.’
‘Is it over?’
‘It’s over,’ he said.
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That night, you were staying over at Hank’s place. You were waiting in the two person bed, in an old shirt of his as you continued to shiver. You hadn’t stopped since you got back here. It turned out this man, was part of the drug bust they were currently working on. That wasn’t something you weren’t so worried about. You were worried about the fact they found out who you were.
He opened the door of the bedroom, causing you to get startled. ‘Easy, it’s me.’
He took off his shirt, stepping into the bed in just his boxer shorts. He got comfortable under the covers, however you couldn’t seem to relax. He pulled you down into his arms. ‘Come on.’
You melted against his warm and protective frame. You hadn’t spoken a lot about the incident, because every time you wanted to mention it, you started to cry. ‘I… Am I safe?’ you asked him.
‘You are,’ he said, ‘as long as I got my eyes on you, so tomorrow you’re not going to work. You’re coming with me.’
‘So I’m not safe.’
He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. ‘You are, when you’re with me. You think I’m gonna let anything happen to you?’
You didn’t answer. Instead, you rested your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat calming you down. 
‘Is this going to happen more often?’ you asked. 
‘No.’
‘Don’t lie.’
‘I’m not.’
‘I don’t want to have a police detail on my tail the entire time,’ you told him. 
‘That won’t happen. Come on, look at me.’
At first you didn’t want to, but eventually you looked up, your eyes meeting his. ‘What?’ you asked him. 
‘I love you,’ he whispered in his raw and raspy voice. ‘And I’ll protect you. Forever and ever.’
♢ ♢ ♢
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smaoineamhsalach · 1 year
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hi!! for one chicago wednesday:
voight + 🥰
❅ the work below is 18+ and contains themes/depictions of sexual activity. do not engage with these unless you are of age, and sensible enough to consume them. i am not responsible for your media consumption.
❅ a lil content warning for consensual somno!
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When you wake in the morning, it’s not to the sound of raindrops on the windowpanes or sun shining in through the window. Rather, it’s to the feeling of hands grasping your thighs apart and a familiar heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.
The breathy moans you begin to leave out only spur Hank on. Hands fisting in the covers, your whole body draws up taut with pleasure as Hank doubles down on his efforts, and sends you careening into your orgasm while you’re still half asleep.
He waits a minute before resurfacing from under the blankets, making sure you’ve fully ridden out your high. Trailing his lips along the tensed lines of your body, he greets you with a loving smile and a sweet kiss as you relax into his touch.
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marshmallows2345 · 2 years
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be with you (hank voight x fem! reader)
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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.
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themultifandomgal · 6 months
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Hank Voight- Secrets
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Hank and I have been in a secret relationship the last year now. We've kept it secret because of 1 our age. I'm 25 years younger than he is for a start. 2 I'm part of the intelligence unit. Hank and I met before I was part of the intelligence unit, we had a one night stand the day before I actually joined thanks to alcohol. We tried to keep it professional but it was hard. Of course during work we are. He's my boss I listen to him, but as soon as we leave he's my boyfriend who I love
"Halstead, YLN I want you to go to the club and find out who's dealing the drugs. Don't separate who knows what the dealer is like"
"Got it" Jay gets up from his desk. I follow heading to the locker I go to mine taking out some clothes I leave here for different cases we may go on. I take them to the bathroom and get changed into a little back dress and black heals. I put on a little more makeup than I already have on. I walk out and into the bullpen
"Woah" Adam comments, his eyes nearly popping out of his head
"Eyes to yourself Ruzek" Hank comments making Adam hold his hands in the air "Halstead YLN be careful" Hank says looking at me
"We will" Jay says for me.
We head to the club and walk into the bar
"What can I get you both" the woman behind the bar smiles at us
"2 Vodka and cokes" Jay smiles back placing his hand on the small of my back
"No problem"
"Hey so we heard that you guys sell more than alcohol" I give the woman a little smile
"I don't know where you heard that"
"Come on" Jay leans over the bar "my girl is going to rehab tomorrow and we want to have one last party" the woman looks around then whispers
"Back room"
"Thank you, much appreciate"
Jay and I make our way the the back room with our drink. When we enter we see a man sat on a couch with a few girls around him and one on his lap
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The man asks
"Looking for a good time" I look the man up and down
"Girls go and get yourselves a drink on me" he holds out some cash. The girl on his lap takes the money and they all walk out
"What can I do for you?"
"My girl here need some peal, shes going to rehab and we are having a party for her"
"Huh is that so"
"Remember he needs to take the money off you before we can make the arrest" I hear Voight say in my ear piece
"I have cash" Jay pulls out his wallet and holds the money out
"How do I know that you two aren't undercover cops trying to bust me?"
"Come on man" Jay laughs
"You have to understand where I'm coming from though. I've never seen either of you before and now your asking me for Pearl. How do you even know I have it?"
"Just heard around from some girls I work with"
"Who?"
"Well I mean they aren't going to use the same names? Who knows what creeps will find out who we are" I cross my arms
"I'm begging you man, just a bit for my girl to have one last good night. You know how rehab is"
"Ok" he gets up and walks over to a desk at the end of the room. He opens up a draw and we assume he's going to pull out the drugs, but instead he holds a gun in his hand
"I just don't believe you" Jay is quick to get his gun out, I don't have mine because I couldn't hide it with the dress I'm wearing
"Put the gun down now!" Jay shouts
"YN what's going on?" Voight asks me
"The deals off" I say standing behind Jay
"Ok we will just go ok?"
"No. I can't let you"
"YN get out of there now"
"Please just let us go. We made a mistake please"
"Shut up!"
"Put the gun down"
"We're coming in"
"They're cops!" One of the girls that was in the room earlier runs in
"Your fucking cops?"
"Put the gun down. If you shoot you'll be tried for attempted murder on a cop and possession of drugs"
"I'll take my chances" the guy shoots my leg making me fall before Jay shoots him in the head
"Fuck YN you ok?" Jay asks putting pressure on my gun shot "suspect down, officer shot roll and ambo" Jay says into is radio that he had hidden. Jay lifts me up and carries me out to where everyone else is
"YN? YN you ok" Hank runs over to me making everyone instantly confused
"I'm ok, just fucking hurts"
"Ok ok let's get you to Med" Hank takes me from Jay and puts me in the ambo, he follows in with me.
After I arrived to Med and was checked over Hank sits in the chair in my room with a hand in mine
"You know the cats out the bag now" I tell him
"Don't care. As long as your ok"
"I'm fine. Promise" I give his hand a squeeze "maybe this is the universe telling us we need to tell the others"
"Hey" there's a knock on the door and Jay walks in "just checking your good?" Jay looks between Hank and I
"Yeah we're good. Thanks Jay"
"Don't worry about it. Oh and just expect a lot of questions when your back at work"
"I will expect no questions" Hank defends
"Hank, no it's fine. I know you guys will have questions, just none about our sex life please"
"Deal. Get well soon" Jay leaves Hank and I alone  again in the room
"I love you YN"
"I love you too" Hank leans down and kisses my lips gently
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oliberries · 11 days
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I read some Criminal Minds fic about Hotch where the reader was... a little too into the interrogation thing. Nervous but not because they were guilty, but because hot damn. I think Prentiss had to stop the interrogation because she realized what was going on?
Anyways...
Chicago PD fandom. Fic writers. Please God give me that exact thing except Hank Voight. Please please please please. It'd be so much more intense. More manhandling.
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Hank Voight Oneshot
(TW: Some violence and implied sexual abuse/[worse], but nothing explicitly said)
Hank’s eyes surveyed the crime scene. A murder, of someone quite important to the mayoral candidate. This was a high-visibility case, which Hank hated. That meant more people telling him how to do his job.
Hank crouched beside the body, the body of a young girl who had been practically mutilated. Tortured in all of the worst ways. Hank could only imagine what her last moments must have felt like. Something nobody should experience. Something he promised himself he would make the culprit experience, one way or another.
His eyes moved up as he stood, listening to Antonio telling him about the case. “We have no witnesses, apparently. At least, none who are willing to talk.”
Hank huffed in protest. “She was dumped in the middle of the street. Someone has to know something.”
“They won’t cooperate,” Antonio replied, shaking his head as he put his notebook and pen away. “Damn shame, too.” He then walked away to talk to some of the other officers.
Hank looked out over the crowd of people behind the yellow tape. They were watching and chattering amongst themselves, all except one woman. She stood there, facing Sergeant Voight, arms wrapped around herself. She had her hood up, hair blowing in the breeze to cover part of her face. As Hank looked at her, they locked eyes. She seemed to curl into herself as she moved backward, disappearing into the crowd. Hank hummed, musing to himself over the woman and her behavior as he looked over the crowd in an attempt to find her. When he found the effort to be futile, he moved away from the scene in the opposite direction, getting into his car and heading to the district.
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The case dragged on, dead end evidence everywhere they looked. Without a witness to put the criminal at the scene, all they had was circumstantial at best. Hank rubbed his forehead with one hand, taking in a deep breath as he poured over the paperwork again. It didn’t help that the folks in the ivory tower were breathing down his neck, watching his every move.
The bullpen was empty, as everyone else had gone home for the night. Hank knew he should leave too, but he needed answers. He needed to find the killer.
“Hank,” came a familiar voice. Strong but gentle, he knew it to be Trudy. He didn’t look up to meet her eyes, simply grunting in response. “Hank,” she insisted.
He sighed, looking up from the files to look at his friend and coworker, only to see a woman beside her, the same woman from the crime scene. She had her hair in front of her face, but her hood was down this time. She still curled into herself, as if at any moment she would be attacked. Hank stood to greet her, looking her over. “You were at the scene.”
“Then you know why I’m here,” the woman replied. “I’m (Y/N).” She reached out to shake his hand.
“(Y/N),” he repeated. “Sergeant Hank Voight.”
“I know,” she replied softly, Trudy nodding to Hank and leaving as (Y/N) sat down across from his desk. “You were there the night Emilia was murdered.”
“Did you know Emilia?”
“Yes. I was her babysitter, back when she was younger. We grew close in the last few years. I just graduated college.”
Hank hummed as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms to listen to the girl in front of him. “And?”
“And…” She sighed heavily, rubbing her arms. “I saw them murder her. They said if I talked…” She looked away, flashing back to the terrible memory that had kept her awake.
“Please, please!” She begged, crying and kneeling before the two men who had just mutilated her friend. “Please, please don’t kill me, please! I-I’m a nobody! I don’t have family!”
“Kill the bitch!” The first man said, obviously in a rush, since they’d left Emilia’s body in the street.
“Andy, she’s begging for her life! Let’s just get out of here.”
Andy growled, grabbing (Y/N) by the collar. “If you go to the cops, speak to the cops, or call the cops, you know what I’ll do to you? Huh? I’ll tie you down and cut out your tongue. Then, I’ll do all those nasty things to you that you see in the movies. I’ll make you suffer, more than your friend.”
“(Y/N)?” Hank had since stood, putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to her. “What did they say?”
“They said… They’d cut out my tongue… Do horrible things… Then make me suffer, more than Emilia did.” She took in a ragged breath, looking up at Hank.
Finally, he could see the light on her face, her hair moving back to reveal a black eye. Hank tucked her hair behind her ear, gently pressing his fingers to her chin, maneuvering her face so he could see better. “Did they do this to you?”
“Last night, when I was at home, they came in and threatened me again. They said the cops were getting close, and said that if I talked, I was dead.” She swallowed hard, tear welling in her eyes as she looked up at Hank. “They hit me and… And then they left.”
“Is that all they did?”
She swallowed hard, moving back from his grip and looking down, letting her hair fall back into her face. Silence washed over the both of them, (Y/N) pulling tighter into herself, clinging for life as she re-lived the night before.
Hank let out a soft breath, then crouched in front of her. “Hey… You did the right thing,” he reassured her, a tender hand on her leg, the other resting on her arm. “I’ll take care of you.”
She sniffled and took in a deep breath, nodding. “I know your reputation on the street. I asked around about you. If you give me your word… if you promised to protect me… I would believe you.” She looked up a bit, her eyes meeting his.
Hank nodded in response, looking up into her eyes. “I promise.”
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poisonedjoinery · 1 year
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Filthy Secrets
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Hank Voight / Reader (F)
Authors note: I like the thought of Voight being super protective, he's a good man.
Summary: When a building explodes, you and Voight end up trapped in the rubble for 18 hours. However, you neglact to mention the wounds you sustained sending Voight into a panic. The only issue? The rest of 51 can't grasp why Voight cares so much about you. You're just a firefighter... right?
Warnings: Mention of serious injuries, explosions, being trapped in a collapsed building. Mention of dying but being revived. Angst, If you think there needs to be other warnings, please do let me know.
Gif by: @smaoineamhsalach
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"I NEED A MEDIC NOW!" Voight came limping out from the collapsed building carrying your unconscious body. Brett was the first to get to him, then chief Boden, Ruzek, Atwater, Casey and a multitude of other people. Boden helped shift your body onto a backboard, Ruzek helping to hold up Voight.
"She... she took a load of shrapnel to the stomach. She passed out about ten minutes ago." Brett nodded, ushering Boden and the others to move you onto the ambo. Ruzek gripped Voight tighter,
"Come on boss, we need to get you seen to as well." Voight didn't want to move at first, watching as the ambo holding you sped off away from the scene.
"Boss come on, we got this." Finally agreeing, Voight let Ruzek walk him to his car.
"Keep up with that ambo." Frowning Ruzek nodded, peeling away from the chaos behind him. Voight kept quiet the whole ride to Med, he let Ruzek update him on everything that had happened between the time he went into the building, till the time he came clambering out. A huge fire had started in a building the intelligence team were watching. They had a gang under surveillance who were meant to be the newest suppliers of heroine. It seems, they were so new they didn't know how to balance the chemicals properly, causing the whole building to go up in flames. FireHouse 51 had showed up, and got to work battling the fire. It didn't take long for the fire to be put out, or it's occupants to be escorted out. Once it was clear, Voight asked Boden to be shown where it had started to see if any of their gang members were part of the new burnt features. Boden had grabbed the first person that passed, you. Of course it had been you, of all the firefighters on this job it had to be you that came past at that moment.
"(Y/N), would you be so kind to show Sergeant Voight where the fire started please?"
"Sure thing Chief." Nodding his thanks, Voight followed you into the building. You'd only been in there for a short while when something blew up, causing most of the building to come down around you, and that is where you had both become stuck for eighteen hours. EIGHTEEN! Voight had ended up with a piece of metal impaling his thigh, and you had taken shrapnel to the torso. But you hadn't told him at first, you'd wanted to help Voight and anyone else you could find.
"I'm a firefighter Hank, it's my job to help others." He could still hear your voice ringing through his head. He'd only realised something was wrong, when your face became pale. Wrenching open your fire coat, a wave of horror spread over him. You had multiple entry points in your stomach and side, and blood was slowly oozing out of all of them.
"God damnit (Y/N)!" He stripped off his outer layer, tying it around your stomach trying to stop the blood flow. He'd spent hours digging away rubble, trying to find a way out. The last time he had felt this panicked, Camille had become terminally ill. You were both lucky that you hadn't gone too far into the building when it had blown, he managed to make a gap that he could pull you both through.
"Boss?"
"WHAT!" Ruzek frowned at Voights outburst.
"I know you're angry, and injured but we're gonna get this son of a bitch okay?"
"Mmm." Nodding he turned to look back out the window, letting Ruzek's words wash over him.
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Voight came down to the waiting room to find the whole of 51 in there. Boden stood up, extending his hand. Shaking it, Voight nodded at everyone in the room.
"How is she doin'?" Boden gave a frown, keeping his voice low.
"We don't know yet, they took (Y/N) in for surgery about three hours ago." Clenching his jaw, Voight put his hands in his pocket. Hermann came over, giving an appreciative smile to Voight.
"Hey uh... thanks for pulling (Y/N) out. I uh... she's on my rig and I appreciate you looking out for her."
"Don't mention it, she's a good woman. You should both be proud of her, she spent most of her time looking for any casualties and trying to get us out of there." Smiling, Hermann looked at Boden both of them showing pride. Doors swinging open behind them all, a surgeon walked out smiling half heartedly at the crowd of firefighters.
"I managed to remove all of the shrapnel, there was a lot of internal bleeding. So much so that she coded twice on the table... I..." Voight stepped forward quickly, anger rolling off him in waves.
"You mean died... she died on the table." Looking uneasy the surgeon nodded.
"Yes... but I have managed stop all of the bleeding and she is in the recovery room." Boden looked between both men, a frown forming on his face.
"Uh... thank you Doctor. Are we able to see her yet?"
"Yes, she is still asleep but feel free." Most of 51 got up and quietly made their way into your room, Boden, Hermann, Voight, Severide and Kidd all remained in the waiting room.
"You know you didn't have to get all rude to the Doctor?" Kidd said, eyeing Voight with a pissed off look. Turning, Voight watched Kidd for a moment then looked around at the rest of them.
"I just spent eighteen hours trapped under a collapsed building with her, so please excuse me for feeling a little concerned for her wellbeing." Boden stepped forward, wanting to calm everyone down.
"We're all concerned here Hank, but you don't need to get angry at the people trying to save her life or my team." Smirking Voight turned on his heel, Hermann piped up feeling his temper rise.
"Hey you know we care about (Y/N) a lot! We were just as scared when you brought her out, so don't act like you're the only one who cares for her. She is part of our team.. OUR family okay and.." Voight whipped round quickly, his temper at breaking point, not noticing Ruzek, Burgess and Atwater stepping in behind him. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, knew if he did he would have a whole damn house of firefighters come down on his ass.
"Uh... Sarge? We um... think we've found the guys. We're going to bust them now. Do you want in or..." Rubbing his face in frustration, Voight turned on his heel.
"Let's go." Shoving past Atwater, Voight headed out fire burning his blood.
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Prying your eyes open, you found yourself laying in a dark room with the quiet beep of machines around you. Glancing round, you realised you was in Med.
"Hey... how you feeling?" Looking to your left you found Brett sitting in a big arm chair. Smiling you sat yourself up wincing at the pain in your stomach.
"I feel like I've been used as a sieve for bomb fragments. But other than that, I'm fine." Reaching for your hand she squeezed it,
"We were all here, we're taking it in shifts to check on you." Frowning you looked over at where your uniform had been set aside.
"The explosion... what happened? Did anyone else get hurt?"
"It's okay, we were all out of the explosion zone enough to just get a few cuts and scrapes. It was only you and Sergeant Voight that got the brunt of it." You felt your face grow hot at the thought of Voight.
"Christ... was he okay?" You tried to sound casual but it clearly wasn't enough. Brett smiled softly,
"Voight... he's fine. The last I heard he was out with his team hunting the gang responsible."
"But...?" It was Brett's turn to flush this time.
"Well um... see while we was waiting to hear about your surgery, he came and waited with us. The surgeon finally came out and told us how you was doing, but Voight... he seemed angry at how injured you had been." Your heart was racing now, every thought going through your mind.
"He didn't say why he was angry... but... when we spoke to Burgess she said that he gets a bit over protective. He thinks it's his job to save everyone you know?" Nodding, you felt your eyes water slightly as you dropped your gaze.
"He was angry I didn't tell him about my injuries, that's probably why he was so angry." Glancing up at Sylvie, you gave a half smile.
"I kept my mouth shut about the shrapnel I had taken, I knew if I didn't try to get us out of there, I'd have lost my mind. I just..."
"Hey, you don't have to explain yourself to me (Y/N), I get it. It's part of our job." You wiped at your face. She leant in and gave you a hug,
"Tell you what, I'll come back and see you tomorrow. You get some rest okay?"
"Thanks Sylvie, you're amazing." You watched her quietly leave your room, smiling to yourself as you shut your eyes feeling the sweet lull of sleep pulling at you.
ONE WEEK LATER
You'd finally gotten out of the hospital and was now resting in your own home. Most of 51 had called in to see you, bring you food and check you was okay. You hadn't seen Voight, he'd been pulled into another case which was taking up all of his time. You didn't mind, usually you were both pretty busy with work. Looking around your home, you felt boredom set in pretty quickly. You'd been resting for over a week, you needed to get out take in the night air.
Freshening up, you pulled on clothes that didn't make you look like a college bum, grabbed your keys, and headed out to Molly's.
"(Y/N)!" Hermann's voice rang out over the crowd, causing the rest of second shift to turn and grin. Smiling, you waved. You had a lot of people come and hug you, pat you on the back. Taking a seat at the bar, Hermann handed you a drink, squeezing your hand.
"It's good to see you kiddo." Taking a swig of your drink, you smiled.
"Thanks Hermann. I'm glad to see you too." You sat quietly, watching everyone come and go from the bar. Kidd had joined you at some point and you'd had a few drinks before you heard a bit of a commotion at the door. Both of you turning, you saw Voight standing in the doorway, looking straight at you his face full of thunder.
"Oh girl I think you're in trouble." Spinning back round you saw Kidd's eyes widen as she got out of her chair swiftly moving away. Before you could call her back, you felt a heavy presence behind you. Slowly turning, you found Voight looking down at you.
"I've been looking everywhere for you... you weren't at the hospital... or home... I thought you'd... I thought." His voice was low and dark. Fear and frustration was rolling off of him.
"I just wanted some fresh air, and decided to come here." Hermann was standing close by, listening in. Voight leant closer, reaching out a hand to gently touch your cheek.
"I was worried about you." Hermann shook his head and stepped closer.
"Hey Voight, I know you care but you're being a bit much aren't you?" Voights eyes lit up with a fire as some of the others of 51 had started to listen in.
'It's okay Hermann." You could see both men getting more angry by the second.
"What... no he's being a jerk. You aren't the only one who cares about her... she..."
"We're dating Hermann!" You felt the whole bar go silent. Hermann's eyes went wide, his mouth half open. Voight looked down at you, a smile playing on his face.
"You're...you and... and and Voight?" Hermann seemed to be struggling with what you'd just told him, slowly looking behind you and saw the rest of 51 had obviously heard you too. Keeping your voice quiet, you leant into Voight a little.
"Yes... me and Voight. That's why he was angry at the hospital." Sighing you looked up at Voight.
"For how long?" Hermann sounded confused and curious all at the same time. Voight answered before you could, never taking his eyes off of you.
"Mmm... about a year and a half."
Hermann seemed to go pale, kicking himself that no one at 51 had figured it out. Sighing, you gently placed your hand on Voights side.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the shrapnel, and... and I'm sorry you were worried about..." Before you could finish, Voight leant down and kissed you softly his big hand gently tilting your head back. Pressing his head to yours he smiled,
"You don't have to apologise. It's who you are, putting others before yourself. It's how you're built, it's why I fell in love with you." He enjoyed watching the surprise light up your face. Reaching up, you ran your hand over his cheek.
"Want to get out of here?" Grinning, he hummed in agreement. Helping you off your bar stool, he placed his arm around your waist, walking you slowly to the door. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, heard Kidd and Brett whistle at you. Tilting your head up to him, you waited for him to lean in closer so you could kiss his cheek.
"Huh... what was that for?"
"I love you too Hank." Smirking, Voight reached out for the door guiding you both out into the warm Summer night.
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CHOOSE YOUR LOVER
CHAPTER 4.2 - YOUR PLACE
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Choose Your Lover - @midnightsconspiracy
Summary: Joining the intelligence unit is nerve-wracking, but what happens when you have a crush on multiple members and they seem to also make advances towards you
Warnings: None
Word Count: 981
Requested: No
A/N: THIS IS A CHOOSE YOUR OWN DESTINY STORY FOR EITHER HANK OR JAY DEPENDING ON WHAT YOU PICK. YOU’LL BE GIVEN TWO OPTIONS AT THE END OF EACH CHAPTER, SO CHOOSE WISELY.
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In the heat of the moment, your place sounded like a viable option, but it seemed your judgment may have been a bit off. Not only was the parking a nightmare and the place a total mess, you'd forgotten entirely about the person that was your roommate. Your house share was a situation of convenience really, both lacking the funds to live separately. And so with the sheer speed at which you were willing to move in, had the unfortunate circumstances of your living situation occurred. But, you hadn't always had such a complex relationship, in the beginning, you'd been friendly enough. You'd take turns cooking for each other, partake in the occasional movie nights and on multiple occasions she'd even invited you to tag along to a night at the bar with her friends. Things had gone south from there though, her once nice attitude had turned sour within a matter of hours, leaving your friendship broken without the possibility of ever being repaired. What had occurred that night that caused such irreparable damage you would never know, but still, you tried to be as civil as possible, going about your life without the need for conflict. It never occurred to you that bringing Hank back would be such a problem, you had your own room and were respectful of any boundaries she had set out. But as both of you came bounding through the door, smiles plastering your faces without a care in the world, her voice rang through the air, bursting your once perfect bubble.
"Y/N! What are you doing? I thought we'd established, no visitors on weekdays!" Screaming from the top of the stairs, she narrowed her eyes at you, completely disregarding the man beside you. Not only were you completely mortified at her lack of respect for you in your own home, but also for Hank, who awkwardly stood beside you not wanting to add any more fuel to the fire. Not caring about the consequences of your words or actions, you continued getting comfy in your own home, taking off your outdoor clothing while encouraging Hank to do so also. This woman was not going to ruin your chances of securing a date. "If you're going to create rules without me knowing, then expect me to break them." Grabbing the Sargeants hand, you quickly pulled him upstairs, giving a small wink to your roommate as you headed in the direction of your room.
Slumping down on your bed, you gave Hank a small smile, an apology that the night you'd expected to go so well had brutally turned in the other direction. Mortified by your roommate's actions, you stared up at the ceiling, embarrassment radiating off your body as you thought about what had just occurred.
Hank on the other hand felt quite amused by the situation. He, in the past, had experienced a situation quite similar, also having an equally distressing tenant reek havoc in his life. And so he wasn't going to let you dwell on it, instead laying down next to you, grabbing your hand to encase it in his own. The gesture comforted you slightly, thanking the stars he wasn't angry at you for ruining the evening. At that thought, tears pricked your eyes, your fresh start had been compromised against your will, and again you would have to find a new unit to join. You wouldn't be able to bear the thought of seeing him at work each day, the memories popping up at the sight of his face. And if he told the others in the team, god you'd be the laughingstock of the district. Y/N Y/LN, the person who tried to get with her boss and failed miserably.
Pulling you out of your thoughts, Hank held your cheek, rubbing away the tears as they fell.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He questioned, a comforting smile playing on his lips. "Im sorry," you cried, hiding your face in your hands. "I ruined everything by bringing you back here, and I made you feel so uncomfortable by including you in our drama, and you probably just came here to sleep with me and now im crying." Babbling on you failed to notice the amused grin that now graced the man's face, how you'd gotten everything so wrong. "Hey, hey, listen to me, you haven't ruined anything at all, if anything it was her fault, she had no right to intervene in your business." Pulling your hands away from your face, he proceeded to tuck your hair back exposing your red eyes and runny nose. "A-are you sure?" You mumbled back surprised at his actions. "Yes, I shouldn't have asked to come back here. You deserve a proper gentleman, someone whose willing to take you on a date first. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise." Tugging you towards him, he brought you into his arms, smiling down at your sad face. He'd never been one to sleep with someone before going on a date, and God did he want to take you on a date. In the heat of the moment, he'd just been so desperate to touch you he'd forgotten his traditional values, something his father had always drilled into him from a young age, that women were people to be respected. And to him, you were someone more than special, someone who deserved way more than just a one night thing. "Maybe we should just forget this all happened. Tomorrow morning I’ll take you on a date to my favourite place in Chicago. Sound good?" "Sounds perfect."
In the end, that night didn't go to waste. And so as you drifted off into a content sleep tucked up in the man's arms, you thanked the universe. Because although it works in mysterious ways, sometimes a bad situation will have a very good outcome.
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THE END
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