Fluffy Friday you say? How about an accidental first kiss before going back for a proper one with Hank Voight pls??
this one was based off of the episode where they were trafficking the kids they were adopting, I can’t remember what episode/season nor can I remember if that was cpd or svu but yeah
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The doorbell rang, Hank gave your hip a squeeze as he passed by you. The two of you were undercover as a couple, there was someone trafficking the children that had been adopted and you and Hank were posing as a couple who were looking to adopt from this secondary ‘agency’
Hank let the man into the house, he and his wife walked in and followed Hank to the living room. They sat on the couch across from the two of you. Your arm was wrapped around his arm, leaning into his side when Hank shifted his hand onto your thigh.
“So, tell me why you two chose to adopt.” the woman asks, her eyes shifting between you and Hank. The thought was already running through her head - what’s a young woman doing with an older man?
“Well, we tried for the first few years for our marriage, we did the IVF and all of that, but things just weren't working out.” you say, the woman gives you a sympathetic smile.
Hank leans over to kiss your cheek, playing his role of the loving husband but it seems that you had the same idea and you turned your head at the same time, resulting in his lips on yours. You smile sweetly at the man beside you, as he was your ‘husband’ but your heart was racing a million miles an hour.
Hank picks up the next question, his thumb rubbing your thigh softly while you smile along with whatever the man was saying to Hank.
Eventually, the couple across from you stood and promised to be in touch with you two in a few days. Hank walked them out, you cleared the glasses from the coffee table and took them to the kitchen.
“You okay?” he calls from the doorway of the kitchen, his arms folded across his chest when you turn to look at him.
“Mhm, fine.” you hum, leaning against the counter. Hank walks over, standing in front of you. “What happened in there-” you cut him off by raising a hand. “It’s fine, I know it was an accident.”
Hank grabbed your hand, his large one holding your small one. You hadn't noticed how small your hands actually were until they were in his.
“If you had let me finish,” the man smiled at you. “It wasn't an accident. I did mean to kiss you.” he says, your brows furrow as you look at him in confusion.
What did he mean he meant to kiss you? He liked you? You’re so lost.
“Wh-what ?” your eyes studying his face. Hank’s hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing your skin. “Can I?” he leans in, lips inches from yours. You nod, closing the gap between the two of you.
The kiss was short and sweet but somehow it felt like it went on for hours - it would have had his phone not rang.
He pulls away, hand still on your cheek while the other reaches for his phone. “Yeah?” he answers the call, the hand on your cheek moving down to grab your waist and pull you close to him.
Hank glances down at you, “yeah, she’s in the kitchen. Hm, I'll tell her. We’ll meet you there.” he tucks the phone back into his pocket. “We gotta head out.”
“Is it an emergency ?” you ask, hands on his chest as you look up at the man. He shook his head, he could see the mischief on your face. A finger trailed down his chest, “so maybe, we can get there a few minutes late.” you hum, peppering kisses across his jaw.
“Traffic,” you shrug, smiling at him. Hank laughs, “you’re trouble, detective.” he leans down to kiss you. “And you love it.” you mumbles against his lips.
Honestly being able to just tell someone about my Hank feels is EVERYTHING because so few people get it??
But just imagine having dated him for a few months and you’re over at his place for a date night (aka you’ve basically been half living there but neither of you will admit it) and someone from the unit comes over and you’re just hiding because you’re trying to keep it a secret but they spotted your car down the street.
okay yeah I’m always here bestie!! After like the first season of pd, I was like hm he’s like… hot but I thought it was just me that thought that so I didn’t say anything 😭
also I wrote this as Erin coming over cause it was the only logical one.
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You and Hank were upstairs, it was a little past 10 and you both decided to call it an early night. 
You were spending the night by his place after coming over for dinner but it was basically as if you lived there because all your stuff was there.
You had just gotten out the shower, the towel still wrapped around you when you stepped out the bathroom and into the bedroom. Hank smiled at you from his spot on the bed, putting down the file he was reading.
“Anything interesting in the report ?” You hum, applying the lotion on your skin.
Hank got up, “not exactly.” He’s behind you now, arms wrapped around your waist.
“Can I help you Sergeant ?” you rest a hand on his, Hank shakes his head.
“Just admiring how beautiful you are.” he smiles.
“You’re such a sweet talker,” you laughed, turning to face him, arms linking over his shoulders. “Just telling the truth.” He leans in to kiss you but you pull away.
“Not so quick honey, it was supposed to be a quiet night in.” You bent down to pull a pair of panties from the drawer.
Hank grabs them from you and tossed them somewhere in the room. “You don’t need those tonight,” his hands are on your hips, walking you back to the bed.
His lips are on your body the moment your back hits the mattress. From your chest to your stomach and then down to your hips. Hank’s hands slide between your thighs, coming dangerously close to your clit when you hear the front door open.
You both pause, looking at each other. Both being cops, the sound of an unwelcome house guest putting you both on edge until you hear the voice - Erin shouted for Hank as she shut the door.
“I’ll be back.” Hank kisses you once more before stepping out the room. He shuts the door behind him, you can hear him going down the stairs as you get dressed.
Bits and pieces of the conversation are clearer than others. She asked him something about Justin and then you didn’t hear the bit after that.
“Why’s y/n’s car parked down the street?” Was the next thing she asked him.
“Are you sure it’s hers?” He asks her. Smooth save Hank.
“Yeah, it’s her license plate.”
“Huh, I don’t know. Maybe she has a friend around here. The less I know about my unit outside of work, the better it is for me.” Hank tells her.
There’s a few more minutes of back and forth before you hear the door shut and the steps coming back towards the bedroom.
“What did Erin want ?” You ask when he steps back into the room. “Nothing important,” he smiles, walking back over to you. His hands cup your cheeks before kissing you again.
“Where were we?” He asks, making you smile as you pull him down on top of you.
“Call me sir when we’re alone like this” for hank voight cause you said you want to write for him?
anon i literally couldn’t think of a more perfect prompt for him than that one?? you really hit the nail on the head - i hope i did it justice!
Hank makes quick work of your shirt, undoing the buttons at a rapid pace and pushing it down your shoulders. He descends on you and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and onto your sternum.
You’re forced to move further up on the bed, the breeze from the ajar door sending goosebumps rising across your now bare skin. The thought crosses your mind to go close it, but it’s quickly banished when Voight nips at your pulse point and your head falls back with the pleasure.
You expect him to remove your bra next, but instead he seems content to leave it in place. He palms at your breast through the cup of your bra as he kisses along your collarbone, feeling a surge of pride in his chest when he sees the darkening patches of skin. He traces your nipple through the lace and watches as you writhe at the contact.
You reach behind your back and fumble with the clasp of your bra before pulling it off. He chuckles at your impatience but allows it, helping you to slip it off your arms and throw it somewhere behind you. With the fabric barrier now removed, the feeling of Hank’s hands against your bare breasts sends pleasure shooting down your spine while you arch your back into him and card your hands through his short hair.
You can’t help the breathy plea that falls from your lips next. “Please, I- “
“What?” He kisses up your neck, his hand resting on the base of your throat as he hears your breath hitch. “What do you want?”
His grip on your throat tightens slightly, and you quiver at the sensation. “You.” You choke out. “I want you, Hank, all of y- “
“Sir.” His voice is low, with a gravelly tone that sends shivers down your spine. He cups your jaw gently, his thumb resting on your bottom lip as he speaks. “Call me sir when we’re alone like this.”
It takes you a second through the haze of pleasure, but you nod at his words. Satisfied, Hank stands up and moves to push you back against the bed - but you’re quicker, and spin him around and push him down onto the bed.
You stand, and look down at him with a wry smile. His eyes drift up and down your body and fuck if it doesn’t immediately go to his cock - your hair teased wild from his hands, the devious look in your eyes. Topless, with love marks already forming on your skin from your jaw to your tits.
You catch him looking. He reaches for you and you let him pull you in, his fingers hooking in your belt loops to drag you closer. He looks apprehensive - in a good way - as his hands find purchase on your waist and he waits for your next move.
Painfully slowly, you push his hands off your waist and sink to your knees in front of him. You push his legs apart and settle between them, your doe-eyed look and flushed skin enough to leave him breathless.
“Please, Sir”, you say, looking up at him with big eyes. You smooth your hands up and down the inside of his clothed thighs and grin when you feel his dick harden under your touch. “Please, let me make you feel good. Let me suck your cock, Sir.”
He smiles, lifting his hips to help you undo his belt. “How could I say no to that pretty face?”
But like…Hank Voight and teasing him when your relationship is secret?
(I’d say I’m sorry but I’m really not)
omg bitch don’t say sorry, I’ve been waiting for one of y’all to say something about this man 😩 // doing it as a hc to fit more
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He couldn’t take back what he initially said 
The ‘no dating within the unit’ rule was there and if he put it in place, he couldn’t go against it.
Tho sometimes he wanted to kick himself for it, especially when you joined intelligence.
You instantly caught his attention, he invited you over for dinner after a case which ended with you in his bed
After that, the two of you started to date but on the lows because no one could know
You’d do small things to get his attention
Wear a low cut top or a skirt even tho its impractical to wear one
You’d ‘accidentally’ drop your pen while passing in front his office so you’d bend down to get it which gave him a full view down your shirt or of your ass depending on which way you were facing
Your all time favourite thing to do to get his attention and tease him when he’s not paying attention is flirt with the guys
It’s usually Jay or Adam because Kevin was too sweet to take on your shameless flirting on the job but Jay and Adam would flirt back shamelessly
You’d run a hand up Adam’s arm or lean into him as you laughed
Hank would get so pissed (which was the goal)
You’d sit beside him at Molly’s if the team goes out
So you’d rest a hand on his thigh, slowly moving up to palm him through his jeans which leads to a rough “behave” being whispered to you
That usually only makes you wanna act bratty even more
So at that point, you’d flirt with anyone and give him no attention whatsoever
If you were at work and everyone else has left, he’d call you into his office and shut the door
That mostly ends with you being bent over his desk and fucked or you being spanked (because you can’t tell me he isn’t into that shit)
Look I have ~feelings~ about Hank, ok? But like him wrapping his arms around you and being all soft for a minute, and then slapping your ass and reminding you that you’re his? Just going from soft to rough in a second but you know he cares so much.
yea! I missed you buddy, no one else screamed about Hank with me :(
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You knocked on the office door, sticking your head in as he called out to come in. “Hey sarge,” you push the door shut behind you.
The rest of the team were at their desks, everyone was filling out their own paperwork or going over something. The latest case had been hard on everyone, especially Hank. You just wanted to check up on him.
The office blinds were shut as you made your way over to him. Hank looked over at you as you leaned on edge of his desk.
“Are you okay ?” you ask quietly, reaching for his hand. He sighs, “I’m okay. I didn’t mean to flip on everyone earlier, things were just..”
“I know,” you give him a small smile. Hank stands, pulling you close to him. His arms wrapping around you and resting on your lower back.
“You know how much I appreciate you right?” He leans back, looking at you. One of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.
“I know, you know I’m always here.” You kiss him, your own hand coming to wrap around his wrist. Hank pressed his body against yours, the hand on your back slide down to give your ass a squeeze.
“Who said you could walk around in these ?” He spins you do your back is to him but you can feel his eyes on your ass. You lean down against his desk as he sits in his chair.
Your elbows propping you up, you glance over at your shoulder at him.
“Problem with my outfit, sarge ?” You smile innocently.
“You’re mine,” he slapped your ass before pulling you down onto his lap. His hand reaching up to rest behind your neck before pulling you down so your lips meet his.
Summary: When Intelligence is searching for one of their own, you're making sure your boyfriend and your brother are making it through ok. (We're firmly blaming @specialagentsoftie for this one ok)
Warnings: age gap
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You stood at the back of the cavernous garage, watching the cops around you be given their orders to go do their raids. Officially you weren’t needed at the moment, but your brother and boyfriends were leading teams. If there was anything you could do to help them, you were going to be there.
Hank dismissed his team to go do their jobs, Jay giving you a smile and a wave as he walked out with everyone following him. Hank was the last one to leave the garage, a glance between the two of you all that he could spare.
“I’ll put the coffee on when you’re back,” Trudy called as the gate went down behind them, the formerly crowded room now empty apart from the two of you. “It’s hard being the only one left behind, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is. I’m always worried about Jay in the field. After his last shooting I know what can happen,” you replied, worrying your bottom lip.
“I was talking about your boyfriend, not your brother,” the taciturn sergeant responded, and you gulped.
“Sarge, I don’t know what you-“
“He told me.” Oh. “I’ve know Hank Voight for more than twenty years, through his kid being born and his marriage and Camille’s death. I was surprised when he told me, but it makes sense. You don’t take any of his crap, and you make him lighter. Who knows?”
“Nobody else, I think. Kim knows I’m seeing someone, but that’s it. We both know the way people here will look at us when they find out, we want to get to be happy first. Plus, there’s my brothers.”
“Secret’s safe with me. Let’s get a coffee and wait for them to come back.”
You sat with Platt behind her desk, your ear half tuned to the radio as you waited for everyone to get back. They’d kept some of the details about the case from you in the bullpen, but Hank had confided about the horrors they’d seen in the bar. You’d seen Miller after her son was killed, knew the woman wasn’t going to be ok for a long time if ever. But they were highly trained and knew what they were doing. Jay would be fine, Hank would be fine, and the rest of your friends would come home smiling. You’d go home with Hank to sleep after a stressful day, and you and Kim had plans the next night for drinks while Adam babysat Makayla.
“Officer missing. Officer Kim Burgess is missing.”
You and Trudy dropped your mugs at the news, the loud crash shocking you both. You bent down to pick up the broken ceramic pieces, grabbing paper towels to clean the liquid as she took notes.
“Is anyone…” you couldn’t complete the sentence.
“Everyone else checked in over the radio. They’re setting up search grids and coming back down. They’ll need you, are you ready?” You could see the worry on her face, but steeled yourself.
“I have to be.”
You buzzed yourself up to the Intelligence bullpen and slid into your desk chair, giving yourself ten seconds to lean back and groan before pulling up pod footage from their last location, tracking the times they’d checked in at. You could see Kim’s car arrive two streets over, but nothing else showed up. While you waited for everyone to get back you went to the break room and put the coffee pot on, determined to look after them all as best you could. They were the ones who dealt with the hardness and brutality of the world, you could give them softness and comfort and care.
Hank was the first one back to the district, coming into the small kitchenette while you were there. You knew the rest would be back shortly after him, so you couldn’t spend the time with him that you both craved. But in the guise of getting a mug of coffee from you he pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you tilted your head up for a proper one. The tension and fear was wafting off him in waves, and you wished you could wave a magic wand and make it all better. But you couldn’t and felt the exact same way.
“I needed to know you’re ok,” he murmured, removing his hands from your hips to leave the appropriate distance between you. “I couldn’t…it’s Kim.”
“I know, I know.” You paused, licking your lips. “How’s Adam doing?”
“About as well as I’d do if it was you.” It was the closest he’d ever come to saying that he loved you in the six months you’d been doing whatever this was. The words were just at the tip of your tongue when you heard the gate buzz, steps forming. Hank let you leave the break room first as you spoke, Jay and Hailey running upstairs.
“There’s a twenty block radius with no pods. I pulled up as many as I could in the area, and I found Kim’s car entering here. You need to check the pods leaving, I’m not able to.” The distinction between finding data that you knew was there and investigating had been drilled into you multiple times. “Just tell me what searches you need.”
You stood at the back of the room as Adam confirmed that it was Kim lying motionless in the back of the car, watching him nearly break down with anger. He was terrified, and you wanted to be there for him but he was going to get himself pulled off the case if he didn’t calm down. It was hard for all of you, but especially him. Everyone left for a lead, and you squeezed your brother’s hand as he went past, Jay looking serious.
The day passed with barely any leads for you to look up, letting you catch a cat nap while everyone was out. Finally they decided to do a grid search, Trudy going out to organise as you looked up whatever was needed from base. You were alone in the bullpen when they left, Hank arguing with Adam and Hailey until the two of them went out.
It had been almost 36 hours since you’d been in a bed, you’d napped for thirty minutes, you were over tired and over caffeinated. But leaving and going to bed meant giving up. And it was Kim, you couldn’t. She was your best friend, you’d babysat for Makayla multiple times. You were Adam’s backup as a guardian. The tension just hit you and you slumped down for a moment, your head in your hands. This was so, so wrong. She was a mom. A good person. She and Adam were getting back on track at last. Why Kim of all people?
“Sweetheart?” Hank’s voice shocked you, and you realised the tears were flowing down your cheeks. “Oh Sweetheart, come here.”
You stood up and walked into his arms, the worry and terror boiling over as you cried. You knew their jobs were dangerous, you knew your brother had been abducted and nearly died more than once. Hell, this wasn’t even Kim’s first abduction. But it had never been this hopeless before.
Hank held you as you sobbed, his hand running up and down your back as your tears faded. His fingers caught on the tangled ends of your hair, brushing it out lightly.
I’m sorry…I just… I’ve never been on this side. I don’t know what to do.” Your voice was low, but Hank put a finger under your chin so you’d look up at him.
“You keep doing what you’re doing right now. Looking after us, keeping us sane, giving us something to look forward to. Giving us the intel that would take us so much longer to find. That’s what you do, because you’ve got skills the others can’t even imagine.” He smiled at you, and you gave him a watery one in return.
“Hank…I love you.” The words left you quickly, needing to be said after the day you’d had. His small smile became a true grin for a moment, the truth of your words hitting him.
“I love you too.”
He kissed you and you felt like you were home and safe, a little sliver of joy you could hold onto before separating.
“I’ve got some addresses to run. Once we hear I’ll let you know.” You squeezed his hand before letting go, watching as he turned from your Hank to Sergeant Voight.
“Be safe?”
“I will.”
You sat alone upstairs in the district, most of the cops stationed there out looking for Kim. It was waiting for orders as you watched the sun slowly set out the window, the light changing and dimming outside. You knew no news was good news, but you needed to find out where Kim was and get her back. But finally the radio beside you crackled to life with Jay’s voice.
“50-21 George, we’ve recovered our missing officer. We’re on the way to Med.”
You stood quickly, flicking off the computer and heading for your car. You needed to be at Med, needed to see everyone and know that Kim was still alive. When you arrived at the ED it was pandemonium, cops stopping anyone from entering without either a hospital or CPD badge.
“Ma’am, police and staff only,” he told you, and you shook your head.
“I work for CPD, let me through. I work for Intelligence.”
“We know the members of that unit, you’re not in it. Stay here or you will be arrested.” You could see Jay and Kevin less than thirty feet away from you, staring into a trauma room.
“JAY!” You yelled, your brother immediately turning to spot you and coming over. He ignored the cop stopping you from getting through, grabbing your arm and bringing you across to Kevin. It wasn’t until you were standing beside them both, under the florescent lights, that you saw the blood on his arms, on Kevin’s stomach. Oh god, what had been done to Kim?
You convinced your brother and Kevin to go home and change, to wash Kim’s blood off them and get clean clothes on. They needed to be clean to feel normal, and you promised to stay there and keep an eye on Kim. You were brought up to the surgical waiting room when they ran Kim up, Trudy sitting beside you as you waited.
Kevin was first back, squeezing your arm in thanks before sitting down. Jay and Hailey arrived shortly after, hand in hand. He wrapped you in a huge hug, your brother clutching onto you like you might disappear from in front of him.
“Any news yet?”
“Nothing, she’s still in surgery. Have you heard anything from Voight?” Adam’s absence from the waiting room was understandable, he was waiting on someone to come by to watch Makayla as she slept, but he was on the phone with Kevin. You’d assumed that Hank would be here by now. Pulling out your phone you thumbed a text, but there was no answer. It had been sent, but not delivered. Fear gripped you as you prayed for the sent to change to delivered, or better read. Where was he? Walton was still out there and Hank was in danger. But you forced yourself to keep your face straight, staring at the wall as you waited for the surgeon.
Finally Hank arrived, showered and changed with his hair drying. You wanted to reach for him and the peace his touch would give you, but you couldn’t. Your secret was too important to reveal right now. You could tell Jay and the unit later, everyone needed to focus on Kim now. He sat in the chair beside you, his elbow against yours and you enjoyed the small comfort it gave. The waiting room was quiet, and eventually you stood and stretched.
“I’m getting coffee, everyone want some?”
There were nods all round and you went to leave the room to head to the lobby coffee cart, Hank standing to follow.
“I’ll help carry.”
You’d made it around the first corner in the hallway when he took your hand, and you leaned into Hank.
“You ok? Where were you?” You asked, looking up at him. You watched as his mask went up, the one that you were lucky enough to see behind most of the time. You’d gotten good at telling when he was hiding something from you.
“Following up on leads about Walton. I had to check some stuff out.” His voice was flat, and you knew he wasn’t telling you the full truth. He was lying to you, and you didn’t know why. You walked past an alcove, pulling Hank into it and looking right into his eyes.
“Hank. Talk to me. You told me you love me earlier, that I help lighten things. Let me lighten this for you. Let me help you,” you pleaded, looking up at him. He blinked twice, biting his lip and then opening his mouth.
“I can’t tell you, Sweetheart.” You went to speak, but he squeezed your hands and spoke first. “I want to tell you, I do. But I can’t. It keeps you safe. I keep my family safe, and now Kim is safe. Her daughter is safe. Every single member of this unit, including you, is safe. There were threats made against my family, and I couldn’t let it happen. I won’t let it happen.”
His face was grave, and you knew his reputation. You knew about Al’s death, you’d seen how cut up Jay had been after he’d died. You’d started working with Intelligence just before your own father had died, and you’d seen Hank’s devastation. You’d even been at his son’s funeral and seen just how much he had lost. You were so certain that Hank had killed Walton, but you knew he was protecting you by not saying it to your face. That he had to make sure he didn’t tell you where he’d been.
“Were you alone tonight?” You asked, your voice a whisper.
“After I left the district I didn’t see anyone from the unit.” Another carefully phrased sentence.
“Will Walton be able to hurt us?”
“I won’t let that happen. Nothing will hurt you. I promise.”
You reached up to kiss him, your hands around his neck pulling him down to you. Every ounce of your love for him was poured into the kiss, Hank’s hands on your hips pulling you to him. You weren’t sure where he ended and you began until you broke for air, foreheads against each other.
“I need you to be safe. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You hated how needy you sounded, but Hank just linked your fingers together, squeezing your hand in his calloused one.
“I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”
You left the small area hand in hand and made it downstairs to the coffee cart. Hank kept his hand on the small of your back as you recited the unit’s coffee orders from heart, a smile on his face as he passed his card across to be swiped before you could. When you raised an eyebrow at him paying he just smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Which was when you realised your oldest brother was standing across the lobby, his mouth agape at what he’d seen.
“Hank…Will saw.” You indicated to where your brother was, and he saw Will coming across. Instead of separating and trying to pretend it was friendly he took your hand, each of you taking one of the cardboard coffee trays in your free one.
“Halstead,” Hank said mildly as you nodded at your brother.
“Will. Any news about Kim yet?” You asked, and you watched his eyes fix on your joined hands.
“I haven’t heard anything. What is this?” He nodded at your hands, but you decided to play dumb.
“I’m getting coffee for my coworkers while we wait to hear about Kim.” You were overtired, your head was going round and round with what you knew Hank had done that night, and you didn’t want to cope with your oldest brother being overbearing and overprotective. He’d done it enough when you were a teenager.
“But he’s your boss. Jay’s boss! What the hell is happening? No offence, Voight, but I don’t like it.”
“But I do.” You spoke before Hank could, squeezing his hand in a reminder he was beside you. “This is my life, William Patrick. Mine. So back off, ok? And don’t you dare tell Jay before I’m able to tell him, or you’ll wish you never had a sister. Understood?” He took the set of your face in, the way Hank was standing protectively beside you.
“You have a week, sis. But then I tell him.”
“He can’t say anything about it, he and Hailey are still lying that they’re not together to half of Intelligence.” Will laughed at that, Hank smiling and kissing your temple.
“I’ll come up to the waiting room after my shift. And I’ll keep it quiet.” He left, and you kept holding Hank’s hand until you got into the elevator.
“How do we tell everyone?” You asked, and Hank just smiled.
“Casually? We’ve been dating for months, if we don’t make it a big deal they won’t act like it’s a big deal.”
You walked into the room slightly ahead of him, handing over the coffees you’d brought up. Adam had arrived and wrapped you in a hug when your hands were empty.
“Thanks for staying, Kiddo,” he whispered as you separated, and you squeezed his bicep.
“Always, you know that. Mak with a babysitter?”
“Yeah.” His voice was choked and his eyes red rimmed, and you squeezed his shoulder as he sat down.
You took your latte from Hank, sitting back in your original seat. Everyone was quiet, and Hank’s hand reached out for yours, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on the back of your hand. Your hands were joined tight as you took a sip of your coffee and waited for someone to realise what was happening.
It didn’t take too much longer for a surgeon to come into the room, looking at the group who stood to greet him with CPD badges around all necks except yours. You truly felt out of place with them.
“She lost a lot of blood, and there were a lot of internal injuries. We’ve put Officer Burgess on a ventilator to help her breathe. Right now we just need to wait to see how she responds to her treatment. The next 24 hours will tell us more.
Adam looked like a broken man as the doctor walked away, collapsing back into his seat as everyone else was still. Tears began to roll down your cheeks and you wiped them away with your free hand, not willing to give up. It was once you’d done that that Jay realised you and Hank were still holding hands as you stood.
“Sarge…what’s that?” Your brother asked, everyone in the room turning to stare at the two of you. You’d dealt with your oldest brother already, Hank could deal with the one who regularly carried a gun.
“I can’t hold the hand of the woman I love to comfort her, Halstead?” Hank asked, staring at Jay. You just stayed calm and watched your brother, enjoying the comforting weight of Hank’s hand in yours.
“I just…didn’t expect it.” You could tell Jay wanted to say something else, but Trudy broke in before the two of them started a fight.
“Look after her, Voight. She’s a good one,” the desk sergeant said. Everyone else followed her in congratulating you both on your relationship. Haley wrapped you in a hug, as did Adam and Kevin. Jay nodded at you and you knew it was the best you were going to get from him right now.
All too soon the rest o fIntelligence had to leave, and you watched them stand and get ready to go back to work. You agreed to stay with Adam and Trudy at the hospital so the three of you could trade off sitting with Kim, napping, and caring for Makayla. You all promised to let everyone know what happened with Kim as soon as there was news. The others were ready to leave, and Hank pressed a kiss to you quickly.
“Be safe,” you murmured, kissing him goodbye.
“I will be. Let me know when she wakes up.” You appreciated his sincerity that it was when she woke up, not if, and squeezed his hand goodbye. Jay came to you next, looking straight into your eyes with the same ones he’d also inherited from your mother.
“Is he good to you?” He asked lowly, and you nodded in response.
“He loves me, Jay. And I love him. Hank is loyal, and he’ll do anything to keep me safe. I can’t ask for anything better in a relationship than love and loyalty.”
“You really can’t.” He smiled and wrapped you in a hug. “Just wait until Will finds out who your boyfriend is.”
You looked at your brother as you separated, a smile on your face this time. “Oh, he found out first. That’s why we revealed today, he saw us kissing downstairs.
Summary: He always took for granted the things he had before they're gone
Warnings: Death
Word Count: 886
Requested: Yes!!
'Voight x Reader. The reader is on the force with Hank but not only that but they use to date years back. When they’re out for a call the reader sees the suspect about to shoot Hank. So she smoothly pushes him out the way and takes a bullet for him. The whole crew believed she would be fine but once they got to the hospital Jay brother made it clear that the reader might die and suggests they say their goodbyes. Hank refused to say goodbye but stayed with the reader at night after work. I will let you decide if the reader lives or she dies'
A/N: Wow it's been a while! Life update - I started uni and I'm absolutely loving it although I am swamped with work. And as fitting as it is with all this police stuff I'm studying criminology!
SORRY FOR THE REPOSTING, ITS NOT TAGGING CORRECTLY
Working with your ex was not an ideal situation, to say the least. Especially when it wasn't a fresh breakup, where both parties still were in a stage of longing, wishing they had back what they'd previously lost. But you'd still push through regardless, you were a professional after all and you'd do what you had to do, despite feeling heartbroken every time you walked into the bullpen.
It was a sudden breakup between the two of you, an emotional fight over some stupid mistake you'd made in the field leading to a flurry of tears and slammed doors. Usually, this sort of fight would see Hank sleeping on the sofa for a night or two, but with the tensions already high at work from the pressure that was being put on the unit, the cracks started to seep into your relationship as well. Even now both of you refused to apologise, both too stressed or busy to have the much-needed conversation. And so that's where you were still, fleeting around each other as you worked side by side, leaving the team around you feeling equally as awkward at the avoidance of eye contact between the pair.
As much as you loved the job, this particular case was pushing you to your limits. On top of the intense workload, an extreme amount of pressure coming from higher up, this specific case had been similar to the trigger that had set it all off. Along with the stress of working it, every bit became unbearable, both of you spiralling, blaming the case and all the people involved. On the one hand, you became closed off, not wanting to talk about anything or anyone, whereas Hank became angry, taking out his emotions on any colleagues or perpetrators in his line of sight and as much as you or anyone else hated to admit, it was bound to cause some type of accident.
Alas leads had been found and plans had been made, the team rolling out to a crackhouse on the south side of the city. Everyone was aware of how unpredictable these men would be, but no one said anything, all too afraid of the consequences if they overstepped the boundaries. And so everyone dispersed amongst the house with little communication, just waiting for something to happen.
You could see the gun being lifted in slow motion, aimed towards the man you once loved, and in that moment the only thing you could think of was protecting him. You're instincts took over then, compelling you to move forward, shielding his body from the oncoming bullet. And so the whole world stopped right there and then, not just for you but for the rest of the team as well.
The hospital, previously empty and silent from the lack of patients, was sent into a frenzy, multiple doctors rushing to your side to aid in the support of your life. Hours passed and the team sat watching, waiting for any updates, but the same answer always came back,
"They're in surgery."
The team was optimistic though, you were a fighter, stubborn as a bull, and no one knew that just as much as Hank did. 'You would make it,' he kept repeating in his brain, over and over and over again until the only thing he could think of was what he was gonna say when you woke up. How he would tell you he loves you once again, finally get you to come back home.
But reality struck in the form of Will Halstead, pulling Hank out of his trance and back into the real world.
"It's not looking good, we're not optimistic that she'll make it past the night."
Taking the sombre walk to your hospital room, all the memories came flooding back to him, how'd you'd spent two good years of your lives together as soulmates. And although the last year had been spent apart, nothing made the man's heart palpitate more than the thought of you. But now he was having to conjure up potentially his last words.
Hank was a man of little words but now his brain filled with all the things he could say and so as he entered your room, he could finally express the things he'd been too stubborn to say.
"Y/N," he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face.
"my girl, God what did you get yourself into?" he asked, lovingly stroking his fingers over your cheek.
"Why couldn't you have let me take the bullet so I'd be in your place instead? I...just wish I would have told you what I was thinking sooner but I'm so stupid and god damn stubborn. I love you so much and I don't think ive ever told you enough, but this won't be our goodbye, you cant do this to the team, to me!" Pausing he took your hand into his, taking a deep breath preparing for the worst.
"You will always be my soulmate" he muttered out as the sound of flatlining surrounded him, tears slipping down his cheeks as the reality of it all took over, you were gone for good. And in that moment his world was plunged into darkness and he decided from then on he would never take anything for granted ever again.
DONT CARE IF YOU DISAGREE - if you try and come for me in the comments imma just laugh
honestly i like hank as a character. do i always agree with him no. do i think he’s always right no. but at the same time i get it cause there is no limit to what i would do for the people i love and care about.
with the hailey vs hank thing going on on tumblr just now i hate to break it to everyone but hailey - like hank - isn’t a saint. she’s made mistakes - like getting darius walker killed which VOIGHT sent her to the fbi for because he doesn’t want her to be like him! same with the rest of intelligence. NO ONE IN THIS SHOW IS MORALLY RIGHT!!!! but at the same time none of us are and if you think you are then i hate to break it to you you’re full of bull***t.
to be honest i think hank is in the right in this. he said for her to leave but she CHOSE, hailey CHOSE to stay and it’s getting on my nerves that people are acting like she didn’t have any choice in the matter. she’s not an angel, she’s been brutal, she’s been manipulative, she got darius walker KILLED!!! just like the rest of intelligence HAILEY IS NOT AN ANGEL NOR A VICTIM!!
summary: hank decides something for you and you don't take it lightly.
requested by anon
a/n: i tried to follow closely to your request and i hope this was what you had in mind! :)
hank was having a hard time lately with everything going on around him. a year ago, his adoptive daughter, who was your best friend, left for the fbi after getting caught in a difficult situation.
after erin left, hank leaned on alvin. you knew you were younger then him but he was the last piece there that you had of erin and whether he liked it or not, you started talking to him more.
little by little you learned things about him that you never thought you would know and you realized, this was the man erin talked about. you never believed how soft and delicate he could be around a person.
he’s always so tense and rough around the edges when you and the team worked on a case at intelligence. usually you just took her word when she’d bring up something hank happened to say or do when you drank with her at molly’s.
when you were at your desk and working, hank would sneak glances your way. he liked the way you chewed on your bottom lip when you thought.
or when the case ran late, your guilty pleasure was sneaking chocolate. he’d catch you knowing you were one to have a candy drawer.
sometimes, adam tried getting into it and when he grabbed a bag or bar of candy, you’d slap his hands away and give him a little piece.
it was hilarious, especially when you handed other team members more than you gave him. but, at the end you always fell for his puppy dog eyes and gave him a bigger piece then the original one.
as you laughed with the team about adam’s silliness, that’s when hank couldn’t couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. you just had this thing about you.
when you mischievously gave adam hell, there was a twinkle in your eye every. single. time. there was moments when alvin chuckled and looked towards hank’s way to see if he cared about the banter in the room.
without a doubt he could hear what was happening from his office, especially with the door open.
hank’s best friend picked up on his slight crush on you and couldn’t help smirking when hank caught him noticing his secret.
one late night, you were stuck with paperwork and alvin came back to grab his jacket that he noticed he left when he went to the car.
when he walked up the stairs he noticed you perched on the arm of one of hank’s office chairs.
you were telling hank about the day and if alvin walked up one more step, he knew he’d be caught. he could see the smile clearly on hank’s face and turned back around, risking the coldness for his friend’s happiness.
but when alvin was framed for the murder of the man who killed justin, hank began blowing you off. his face was always in a file or up against the phone.
even when you invited him somewhere or just went into his office to ask a question. and you didn't take offense, you knew how difficult it was and hoped he could get alvin out and free of the charges.
you could see the black circles under his eyes and the lack of sleep he was getting so you brought him a coffee each morning from a shop downtown.
hank deserved the best and you gave it to him instead of the crappy coffee there.
today, you could feel some tension in the air when you handed him the cup though.
things went from good to bad all in the span of not even ten minutes.
“i know things have been a little,” hank paused, looking around the room. “different but now we’re short on a team member so i need to make your partner’s official until further notice.” after erin left, you were jay’s new partner and lately the two of you worked well together.
it was saddening to hear what was coming next.
“kim and antonio will stay partners and so will adam and kevin. jay your new partner is hailey and y/n, you’re with me.” he ended his sentence with a glance in your direction to see your eyes wide. “what?” you questioned.
jay put his hand on your arm as if to say ‘it's ok’ but you didn’t understand why the other’s were able to keep their current partner but you were being changed.
“why what?” he asked with the raspy deep tone he used whenever he was talking in his leader's voice.
“why am i being switched but others aren’t?” you asked again, scoffing. this time without leaving any detail out to be mistaken. “because i said so y/-” he started to say your name but you cut him off before he could give any more lame excuses.
you put your hand up as if to tell him to stop. “no i want to know why, hank.” you mocked angrily.
kevin sighed loudly but more like let out a nervous breath as if to hint at steering the topic conversation before it got any worse. you ignored his suggestion and glared in voight’s direction, awaiting a response.
“why do you always have to be so difficult, y/n?” he asked and the other team members walked downstairs, not wanting to get into it. but before they were out of hearing range hank yelled.
“you know what, i’ll just tell you. it’s because i love you y/n! is that a good enough reason? i’ve lost erin. my son. i’m this close to losing alvin. i can’t seem to get the damn train moving on dropping his case and i’m losing my mind. i don’t want to worry about losing you too. if you’re in my eyesight then i won’t. please just give me this?”
he was out of breath and heaving at this point and all you could do was stare at him with an open mouth of surprise. adam cheered from downstairs since he could tell something was up with you and hank lately.
kim thwacked him on the back of the head with the bad timing he had. hailey put a hand up to her mouth to hide her smirk and jay couldn’t believe hank liked you.
antonio was just happy that you could keep hank in line and didn’t mind the age gap you shared.
“okay.” you finally said, not being able to think of anything else. you were still trying to process what you just heard.
his brow furrowed at your response and he scratched the back of his neck in thought. “o-okay?” he replied with confusion in what you said.
“okay.” you smiled and got up from your desk. hank watched you walk over slowly and didn’t want to move, in worry of scaring you off.
after you were right in front of him, you leaned up on your tippy-toes and put your arms around his neck.
he kept quiet and waited patiently for your next step. he could hear his heart beat wildly in nervousness.
hank still couldn’t believe he told you how he felt. he’d been bottling it up higher and higher. all your sweet gestures and the way you were there for him every second of the day really kept him together.
hank didn’t know what he’d do if he was ever without you in his life. you crushed his worriedness though when you leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss.
Keanu didn't call you back last night. Probably because Brad told him everything. They were best friends and business partners. Why wouldn't he have?
How he fingered you and kissed you in his office. How he bent you over and spanked your ass on your couch. Your thighs squeezed tightly together as a warmth bubbled up between your legs as your mind drifted back to that night.
* Snap out of it he is MARRIED
You dragged your feet through your morning routine as a knot formed in your belly. If Keanu started to treat you the same way Brad had, you weren't sure if you could take it.
From the night stand you heard the familiar chirp of your cell. You took a deep breath and picked it up. You didn't know if you should feel relieved, worried or disappointed.
MSG Jen: Morning Hon! Just letting you know the party will be at TheRead tomorrow. You still coming?
With all the drama from work you almost forgot the baby shower /bachelorette party was this weekend. Jen was super nice, but her happiness was starting to drain you meager finances. The baby shower gift, wedding gift and the outfits for each event had yet to be purchased, so you would need to find time in your day to get that all sorted.
MSG: yes of course I am!
MSG Jen: great!
MSG: And I need to know if your bringing a plus one for the wedding.
Your mind fell to Keanu, but you quickly brushed the notation aside. Even if he possibly didn't hate you, doubted the high powered executive would have time to be your date. Maybe Sarah or Zoe would be up to be your date.
MSG: How long do I have to decide?
MSG Jen: OOOh so there are that many choices? Get'em girl LOL
MSG: I wish LMAO
MSG Jen: I will give you till Sunday.
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Jonah's head rested in his laced hands as Brad sat across from his desk. Brad's migraine had grown in intensity as he waited to be berated by his attorney.
"Why?"
Brad gave a hefty sigh, but nothing else. His head was killing him. Once again he had too much to drink and was now paying for it.
Jonah raked a hand across his face as he tried to think. His client had, made him earn his pay check that was for sure. This was possibly fixable, but nothing was guaranteed.
"Well expect a restraining order to come within next few weeks." Jonah proclaimed as he moved to type something on his laptop.
That bit of information hurt, but it was to be expected.
"She will make a cause that you are unfit to see your children. That won't be enough to break the prenup and that is what she really wants the most, but this doesn't help."
Brad was confident technically he hadn't crossed the line, but he was dancing on it for sure.
"Is there anything you wanted to enlighten me on?" Jonah questioned finally looking at Brad.
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You stared at the screen in disbelief. Brad's schedule that you had meticulously organized the day prior had changed. Everything was canceled and replaced with large blocks labeled private.
When you clicked on them you were more surprised to find access denied. He was firing you. That was the only thing you could fathom.
Pushing off your desk you stormed over to his office. You frowned finding it locked. Brad had a habit of keeping the door closed but you had never once found it locked.
Your desk phone rang distracting you from the swirl of emotions that riled up inside.
You answered with your normally greeting hoping that your voice wouldn't betray you.
"Hey can you help me setup a conference room? There is a lot of folks coming in and it hard balancing the front desk and everything else." Zoe pleaded.
"Sure thing, down in a minute."
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When Zoe informed you that the board room needed to be set up you frowned. If the board was here then they had to be too. You worked as fast as you could to setup the refreshment table and layout some binders that Zoe handed you.
From the cracked door you could hear Zoe welcome the incoming members just as you placed the finishing touches in the room.
As they started to pour in you smiled and welcomed them while they entered and waited for your chance to leave.
Your ears picked up when the familiar sounds of your boss's laugh. You did your best not to let your smile falter as he entered the room. "Good afternoon Mr. Pitt" you smiled at him. You felt the atmosphere shift as his smile fell and so did Keanu's. "Good afternoon Mr.Reeves."
From their looks you devised that your suspicion was correct they had indeed talked about you. And we're now actively avoiding you.
Shame began to bubble up inside you, But you refused to let it show.
They said nothing as you exited the room, but you felt humiliated. How could you show your face here again? You wanted to go up stairs and clean out your desk, but you couldn't bare to be here any longer.
"Hey Zoe you think you can cover for me?"
She frowned at your request. "Sure thing hun. You ok? You sick or something?"
"Yeah I'm not filling well? I am going to go home."
"Oh gosh if I would've known I would got Sarah. Sorry"
"No, no it's fine I thought I could handle it, but I can't"
"Ok sure thing. Feel better and have a good weekend."
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Brad wasn't expecting to see you and it was clear on his face, but quickly he regained his composure. When you exited his eyes didn't stop following your figure until it disappeared past the frosted glass walls of the conference room.
"Remember this is only temporary" Keanu reassured him with a pat on the back. It didn't matter if it was temporary. This was a meeting that needed to happen. But even after the long discussion with to Jonah and Keanu, Brad was still not ready to relinquish control. He hated not being in control and right now his soon to be ex was stripping that away from him.
Keanu explained to the board that Brad would be stepping down from Terrilum. Relinquishing his shares, board seat and position in the company. Also his seat shall remain vacant for ninety days and until everything was finalized with his soon to be ex wife.
The judgmental looks from the other board members aggravated him. It was the same look of worry and sustain they had the last time this happened. As if they weren't doing the same or worse.
Keanu prattled on to the board while Brad found himself distracted by you. You had to be the most pissed at him yet you still smiled brightly. He was going to miss that. Those desk chats the friendly banter.
Hiking up your skirt, the way your ass slightly jiggled as he slapped it. He wanted to hear you whimper as he rain down spanks until your ass was sore. God he needed a release. Slyly he adjusting his pants as he felt the stiffness grow.
He had never done anything like that before. Sure the occasion smack on the ass during sex but nothing like what happened with you. What was happening? There was a growing urge to bend you over and feel the sting of his palm as he listened to you whimper. Brad wanted to fuck thrust into your tender ass as you begged him to cum. Why did he want to punish, fuck and take care of you all at once?
"Ladies and gentlemen if we do agree to the terms stated in the documents the board seat shall stay vacant for ninety days." Keanu started to wrap up the meeting. This plan was not without its faults. Brad and Keanu wouldn't lose control of their majority control, but Angelia could still clean him out financially.
The meeting broke with fake smiles and hardy handshakes. He wondered how you would take the news or what they would have you do while he was gone. But he was sure that Keanu would take care of you. Brad looked over to his co-founder and friend as a twinge of jealousy rippled through him. His jaw clinched tight as he thought of Keanu taking care of you in his stead.
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Saturday
"Hey! You made it" Jen exclaimed as she waddled over to you. Her stomach much more round than you remember.
"Hope you like it!"
She had better, it was the cheapest thing on the list, along with a few dollar store new born dippers to pad out the large box.
"Oh course." Jen side hugged you as her hubby to be took the box and placed it on the table. "The food tables are there, the bar is just that way, everything is free, so order whatever you like." That bit of news was really great to hear. "We are gonna start the games in a few minutes." Jen was glowing while you did your best to hide your awkwardness.
Jen excused herself to welcome another guest, leaving you to feel awkward in a sea of strangers. You felt under-dressed in your discounted sundress, compared to the more stylish guests. You couldn't shake the feeling of being judged as an interloper, who stuck out like a sore thumb.
She rented out TheRead completely, you never been to the posh lounge, but from the looks of things you could never afford it. You had presumed that this would've been a ladies only event, but instead it was quite the mixed crowd. All of which you did not know.
You were relieved not to see Brad or Keanu, but if they were here it wouldn't have mattered. Brad either did not notice or care about your absence yesterday. While Keanu had yet to contact you.
You wondered seriously if you should even return to work or clean up your resume and begin a new career search. You cringed at the thought of them trading stories about you. Pathetic assistant that easily gave into both of them, at least to some degree.
You made a beeline to the bar to get a drink to settle your nerve. Indulging on the selection of wines that you knew you could never afford.
As Jen announced the baby shower games you stayed back at the bar and babysat a third drink. Looking around you pulled out your phone and take a selfie at the swanky bar, clicking several angles, before shooting them off to Sarah and Zoe.
"Feeling better I see" You squeaked in surprise from the deep voice behind you, almost dropping your phone. Your stomach sank like a rock as you spun to find your boss right behind you. Where he had come from you hadn't a clue. But fuck it all did he look fucking gorgeous. Brad dressed down in a band tee, leather braided bracelets and boot-cut jeans that you were sure cost more than everything you had on put together.
"Yeah" you mumbled into your drink, taking a nervous sip. Was he mad? Was he going to shout at you in front of all these people. You looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he would not make a scene in front of all these people.
Before you could reply Brad linked his arm around yours and lead you through the crowd. He walked so fast that you bumped into every odd person and each time you apologized.
You found yourself leaning into him when the cool night air hit you. He moved his arm from yours and wrapped it around your waist, before taking out the keys to his mclaren.
When he made a move to the car you planted your feet. What were you doing? He had been the cause of so much stress you were not going to take it anymore. You weren't going to let him push you around. You shoved him away and slightly stumbled back. Waving off his assistance when he tried to help you.
He sighed looking back at you. Raking his fingers through his hair as he considered you. You frowned, crossing your arms unwilling to go further.
"Don't be a brat and get in the car."
"You don't want me hanging out with Jen because your firing me. Aren't you?" You pouted. You could feel tears threaten your eyes as you stared back at him full of emotion. The alcohol had you more in your feelings that you thought.
Brad looked at you confused before smirking. "You're not fired."
You were surprised by his reply. He walked you to the passenger side and in your shock you allowed it. The vertical door opened and you audibly gasped at the cool door.
You had been in his car before, but not this one. You were surprised the tiny sports car could fit you both. Wood-grain paneling, rich leather seats, it also smelled like cedar and citrus.
Brad slipped in and started the car. Placing an arm around the back of your chair as he began backing up. "Why are we leaving?" you slurred. You assumed he just wanted to talk out of ear shot of everyone. "The games just started."
You turned your body to face him, but you found the seat belt frustrating.
"Don't" he said flatly when he caught you attempting to unbuckle yourself.
"No!" You let the belt zip past you. "I'm going back to the party. Where people are nice to me and aren't mean to me for no reason." You poked at his shoulder with each point. The car revved loudly as he pealed off onto the road. "Pull over" you demanded, flopping back on the seat, brow furrowed and arms crossed.
He sighed and shook his head in disappointment. "I told you I needed to talk to you."
"I don't care. I quit. You're not my boss anymore. I gonna go work for someone that is nice to me."
You sat fuming as he sped through the streets, clutching your phone, debating if you should breakdown and call Keanu to rescue you. Brad said nothing as he continued to drive, keeping his focus split between you and the road.
After a tense few minutes Brad pulled into the parking garage of the glass building. You squinted looking at the building. You hadn't recognized it. Where had he taken you?
The car slowed to a stop in front of two large double doors. You yelped at the attendant that suddenly opened the door for you. You stared at him wide eyed as he held out his hand to help you out.
"Watch your step miss." He warned as you stepped on to the curb. "Good afternoon Mr.Pitt." another red vested man rounded the car, taking Brad's key as you stood stupefied on the side. Where were you? You looked around and didn't recognize the upscale parking garage.
As you passed the doors you realized this was a condo. "What are we doing here?" You finally build up the nerve to ask."Where are we?"
Brad urged you to follow him inside. The automatic doors swooshed opened and your mouth fell open at the sight of the beautiful entrance. It looked even more exquisite than the office that you worked at. Sparkling chandeliers, marble floors and high ceilings with pillars all around.
"I told you we needed to talk," Brad said while he led you to a bank of elevators, pressing the button on the elevator. "So we are going somewhere to talk."
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Once the doors opened you once again followed behind him. The elevator had a window wall that faced the city and the higher up it went, more of the beautiful twinkling lights of the city you saw. It was a nice distraction from the long cart ride up. He said nothing even after the doors opened, just silently leading you on to a door at the end of a short hall.
You stood aside as he placed his phone on the pad. The door clicked open and you were taken aback by the even more luxurious sight of the condo before you. The white marble floors paved a way to a spacious living room dining room area. The windows encompassed the outer wall giving natural light all around while the opposite walls fostered paintings that were taller than you.
The living room held an oversized couch that looked like it could host a football team comfortably. Everything the decorated the room you wondered if they were custom made, because you never ran across anything of the sort furniture shopping at IKEA.
"Would you like a drink?" Brad asked walking over to the kitchen. Your buzz was still going strong, but another drink wouldn't hurt the nervousness building up in your gut.
"Um sure" you opted to take a seat on the couch and taken the view while he poured the drinks. This place seemed more like a bachelor pad than a place for a family. You wondered if that was just the norm for rich families, but you half expected to see some evidence of children.
Brad rounded the giant couch and handed you the glass before sitting down next to you. You thanked him and took a big gulp. The brown liquid burned making you wince and cough, with instant regret. "It's an acquired taste" he chuckled into his glass before taking a sip.
Brad looked off into the beautiful skyline of the condo, sighing deeply before speaking. "I've stepped down from Terrilum" the words sounded heavy as they came out, while you sat stunned.
"Don't worry though you still have a job, just because I'm out doesn't mean we... They are letting you go." He looked at you as he explained before taking another sip.
"Oh" you blurted out. Was that the reason he had been so mean to you? The board wanted him out? You couldn't imagine Keanu going along with it. "Is it because of what happened last night?"
"Keanu told you huh" his jaw clinched at your question.
"He said you got arrested, but he didn't say anything else."
"Sorry for ruining your date" he said turning towards you, his face a little softer, but still hid an edge.
"It wasn't a date." You tried to play it down. He obviously didn't like you hanging with his friend. "We were just co-workers hanging out, blowing off steam." You looked away, choosing to play with the glass in your lap. That's what it was supposed to be, but that kiss. The way Keanu looked at you, just the thought made your heart flutter.
You felt a dip on the couch cushion and realized Brad was a lot closer than he had been originally. "Well I am sorry non the less." He began again, taking your half empty glass from your hand and placing it on the floor.
You felt your heart beat through your ears at his closeness. You blinked and felt his lips on yours. Your body exploded with heat as his hand moved up your thigh. What was happening?
Brad's kisses were needy and desperate. Your phone fell from your hand and to the floor with a thud. You attempted to pull back, but Brad wrapped a hand around the back of your neck.
He sent a flood of emotions through you, all pulling you in different directions. You lost yourself in his desire, unable to think. His fingers teased along the seam of your dress as you panted on his mouth. With an urge of his hand your legs fell apart allowing him to roam further.
You gasped over his mouth when you felt his hand slipped past your panties. Embarrassment burned through you as he felt your very wet slick. He is married. Brad slipped two fingers in, it felt wrong and right at the same time. Briefly your mind drifted to Keanu. What about Keanu?
He held you in place, kissing you deeper while his fingers tightened the coil of heat in your core.
When his hand slipped from between your thighs you whimpered at the loss of touch. You felt him grin on your lips as he wrapped his arm around your back to bring you closer.
Brad leaned backwards making you fall over top of him, pulling your legs until you straddled him. You felt your dress rise above your ass while his hard cock pressed against your mound.
Brad palmed your ass, spanking it lightly over your panties. That slight touch sent you buzzing, wanting more.
"Fuck your gorgeous" He pulled you back by your neck and stared at you before spanking you a little harder. Biting your bottom lip you looked back at him pleadingly, wordlessly begging from more.
"You like that?" Brad slapped your ass again. The sting made you hiss, but you loved it. You felt hot as he waited for an answer. When you didn't reply he hit you even harder. You bit down on your lip as you mindlessly ground over his crotch. Brad gripped the sore spot roughly and by the look on his face he was becoming impatient.
This was all types of wrong, but your body gave zero fucks. "Answer me" he popped your ass with so much force you couldn't hold back. You finally relented and told him 'yes' weakly. Brad's eyes lit up as his hand slipped under your panties, soothing the sore spot with his warm hand.
"That's my good girl."
He leaned up to kiss you again, his tongue invading your mouth hungrily. Brad rocked you over his jeans, building the need between your legs. Your fingers threaded through his hair while he pulled your panties past your butt.
"Like it when I have you bent over?" He taunted. Rubbing your ass fervently before spanking each bare cheek. The sounds of the slaps bounced off the walls as his need pressed desperately against his zipper.
You whimpered in his mouth as he forced you to rub your cunt on his pants. Damn he was hard and you wanted to feel it deep in your core.
"You feel what you do to me?"
He flipped you over, pinning you beneath him on the couch. Brad kissed you wildly as he unfastened his pants, pulling down the pants as your thighs stayed open in anticipation. He plunged into you with ease. Your cunt ached as he stretched you open. You mewled as he praised you for being so tight just for him.
"You don't know how much I've needed you."
He grunted as he haphazardly pulled off his shirt and you marveled at his fit physic. You felt the top of your dress ripped as he pulled it down. He played with your breast as he rolled his hips into you. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving trails along his arm and back.
You gasped his name when he lifted your thigh, seeking to deeper as your cunt quaked around him. "Take it." He cooed as he bent you to his will. "That's my good girl" Brad praised as he fucked you senseless on the couch. Your sweat bodies writhing in a primal rhythm in sync. The wrongness of it all only served to fuel the fire that burned in you.
You clinched uncontrollably around his cock, unable to hold back the explosion of need. A warmth coated your walls as he rutted atop of you. You felt him fill you. His come coating your wall as he grunted and praised your tight hole.
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You laid passed out on the couch, still glistening. While brad sat with your head in his lap. When your phone chirped he would've ignored it had he not seen the name of his friend.
Brad leaned down and picked it up, the notifications read three missed calls and two text. With a guilty hand Brad deleted Keanu's communications off your phone as you nuzzled into his lap.
pov ✧ you always fantasized about being bent over hank’s desk and he finds out.
warning sexual content.
requested by anon
a/n: thank you for requesting this. short, sweet..and spicy to the point. ;)
you were sitting at your desk and filling out paperwork. it was twice the amount because you had offered to take burgess’ since she had to leave early.
hank was still chilling out in his office and drinking a glass of alcohol that was in a drawer for occasions.
he glanced up and noticed you were still there. at the same time, you happened to peek up from your computer to sneak another glance at him.
funny enough you caught him watching you. you smiled at hank and he gestured for you to come inside the room.
looking around the wide-open room, you double checked your surroundings before getting up. you took it seriously. as if adam would jump out from behind a desk and yell, “gotcha!”
Summary: All you want is to sleep next to your husband, even if it isn’t in the most conventional way
Warnings: None
Word Count: 577
Requested: Yes!
‘Can you do a cute Hank fic with something to do with her getting annoyed at him ending in fluff’
A/N: I haven’t posted in ages so sorry about that, I just haven’t been in the mood to write really but hopefully should post some more stuff this week.
Masterlist
You knew Hank liked to immerse himself fully into his work, but when the clock had struck midnight already and there was still no sight of him in bed, you started to get worried. Well worried wasn't really the right word, angry seemed better, the man would have plenty of time in the upcoming week to finish his case files, but no, he had chosen to let it eat into his personal time. And this wasn't a rare occurrence either, ever since he'd converted Erin's old bedroom into a home study, countless nights had been spent away from you, meticulously raking over piles of paperwork he felt compelled to complete at that exact moment. That left you feeling lonely most nights, falling asleep cuddled up to his pillow, the faint smell of him lulling you asleep. But as long as there was work to do, there would always be some time of problem you were facing, whether it be worried about him doing something dangerous and irrational or him overworking himself at the expense of your sanity. And today was the latter, lying awake, staring at the ceiling listening out for any sound of human life coming from his office. Unfortunately, though, there seemed to be none, knowing that meant your hopes of sleeping soundly beside your husband that night were crushed the closer you got to your sleep state. Although, you hadn't quite accepted that reality yet, wanting only to sleep clutching him in your arms, and so you decided you would take action towards your end goal.
Walking along the hall and up to his newly formed office, you stopped at the door, pressing your ear against it to figure out what was happening inside. Hearing silence once again, you pushed the door open slowly, watching as your husband's hunched over figure came into view. To your disappointment though, the man looked wide away, rushing to write down whatever thought had popped into his head, completely ignoring your figure stood in the doorway. The only thing worst than his posture was the lack of attention he was giving you, not looking up once as you stared at him. Whether this was a conscious action or not, it didn't matter, you were determined to get what you wanted at whatever cost. Wandering forward you stood next to his chair like a lost child, not so patiently waiting for him to look up at you. Finally, turning his head towards you, his eyes trailed on his work for as long as he could, barely meeting your eyes as to not feel so guilty. He knew why you were there, but he wasn't willing to admit it out loud, instead, turning to a wave of confidence that overcame him, acting as smooth as he could possibly be.
"Can I help you?"
Instead of replying and inevitably getting angry at him for brushing this issue off, you pushed his arm aside, planting yourself straight onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you got yourself comfortable, knowing you wanted to stay there for as long as possible. And he knew it too, encasing your waist with his non dominate hand, pulling you flush against him.
Although this wasn't exactly what you wanted, you were willing to compromise, because although you weren't tucked up in the warmth of your bed, you were with your husband in a place that you could sleep, albeit not as comfortable as you'd like.
Erin came into work that morning into a unexpected Voight storm.
"If I catch anyone telling Y/N my business". Hank huffed, his hands on his hips. "I'm suspending you".
"What's going on"? Erin asked, a confused look on her face.
"You! My office now"! Hank pointed to her than to his open door.
"What'd I do"? Erin cautiously walked past Voight.
"I took you in, Erin. You're like a daughter to me and this is the thanks I get"? Hank came in behind her and shut the door.
"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about". She turned in her seat and stared at Hank.
"You told Y/N about the crash and shooting".
"No, I didnt. I haven't seen her since she left".
"Dont play dumb with me, Lindsay. I know it was you".
"I swear. I didn't. You got the wrong girl because this isn't a man's work. This is a older lady's doings". Erin laughed, getting up from her seat, patting Hanks shoulder and walking out.
"Trudy". Hank gritted his teeth as he jogged out of his office and down the stairs. Opening the gate, he saw Trudy talking to you.
"What brings you here, Y/N"? Hank asked, catching his breath. Between his anger and jogging he was a little out of breath.
"Just checking in with Trudy here and was going to see if you wanted to go to lunch"?
"So Trudy is your little birdie? Cause I talked to Erin and she swears she didnt tell you. I know none of the guys will say anything because well they're scared of what I'll do to them".
"I dont know what you're talking about, Hank". Trudy shook her head.
"I think he's losing it. The crash must of done something to his head". You tilted your head and pushed out your lips, like you were thinking.
"I'm not losing it. I know it was Trudy. So stop playing games with me".
"Wow, you are like a dog with a bone. Just keeps at it". You and Trudy laughed.
"I want to sleep in my own bed and I want to be with you. But I have to get this bird because I cant have them worrying you. Cause everything is fine"? Hank let out a breathy sigh.
You stepped closer to Hank, taking his hand in yours. "You could've been hurt or worse, Hank. They were protesting you. I could've lost you and I wouldnt have known. So you can be mad all you want and continue your bird hunt or you can let it go and come back to bed where you belong".
"Fine. I'm sorry, I didnt tell you. You're right, I should've said something about it but I just didnt want to worry you".
"I know. This job, worries me but you not telling me about it, scares me. I'm afraid that I'll lose you". You squeezed his hand.
"I'm sorry. It wont happen again". Hank smiled.
"Okay. So are you free for lunch"?
"Yeah, let me go get my jacket". Hank kissed your forehead and took off up stairs.
"So what were you saying"? You asked Trudy before being introduced.
"He got punched and then he went Rocky on the suspect".
"This all happened this morning? It's not even noon yet and he's already getting into altercations with suspects. What am I going to do with him"? You laugh to yourself as Hank came down the stairs.
"Ready to go"? He asked putting his arm out for you to take.
"Yeah. So how's your morning been"? You asked, waving to Trudy.
"Quiet. Typical morning. Why"?
"Just asking". You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. This man was going to be the death of you.
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