#hank voight

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Chicago P.D.

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Everytime Charlie Reid appeared unannounced | Chicago P.D.

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Somebody had sent me something about Hank waking you up with sex and I lost the GODDAMN request but this has been on my mind for DAYS. Warnings: not proofread, smut, 18+, somnophilia? All consensual

Hank was almost always awake before you, and today was no different. The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains in his bedroom, the golden rays falling over your naked form. The soft curves of your body, the plush flesh of your ass.. He was hard already.

You and him had discussed before waking one another up with sex (consent is important!!). He’d been more than thrilled when he’d woken up to your mouth around his cock (when you could get up before him), and your best mornings were waking up with his head between your legs.

But today.. He had another idea.

He hands roamed and caressed you, admiring the dips and valleys of your hips, his hands kneading and teasing the generous flesh of your ass. His fingers dipped further and further between your thighs until he was teasing your slick folds, all the attention making you more and more wet.

You let out a sleepy whimper as he rubbed your clit with his middle finger, lips ghosting over your shoulder and neck before he gently moved you to your side, back against his chest.

He held your leg up and slid into you with ease, the stretch and burn of his cock waking you. Your walls flutter and clench as you rest a hand over his, his gravely voice making you shiver. “That’s my girl, you look so beautiful this morning,” he purrs in your ear. You moan sleepy and soft as his hips roll into yours, cock stretching you open more and more as he works into you. “You were so fucking wet, couldn’t help myself.” You groan softly at his words and reached back, nails gently scratching at his scalp as you pushed your hips back into his, searching for more of him. “You know I’ll be expecting th-this every morning now,” you teased.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby,” he vowed as he sunk further into you. You gasped and whimpered as he filled you completely. You never got used to how utterly full he made you feel.

"That's it, baby, taking me so well," he praised. Your breathing came quicker and harder as he drilled into you, his cock caressing and teasing all the sensitive spots inside you. It was enough to make your head spin.

You could feel the wetness coating his shaft, some of it pooling between your thighs. It always embarrassed you a little how much of a mess you could make, but Hank never minded. He seemed to enjoy it.

His lips ghosted along your cheek, his own groans sending a thrill of pleasure through you. You turned your head and captured his lips with your own, both of you moaning into the kiss as he kept the slow, steady pace.

"F-Fuck, Hank- Mm.. You're gonna be l-late," you panted. His hand squeezed your plush thigh, still holding your leg up so he could thrust into you as deep as possible. His lips curled into a cheeky smile, eyes shining as his nose brushed yours.

"They can wait."

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Traces

Hank Voight x reader

summary: Voight is having an affair with the head detective of internal affairs wife, (y/n), but things take a nasty turn when her husband finds out.

warnings: violence

note: inspired by season one of Chicago PD

Part Two here

Voight’s hand trailed up and down (y/n)s side running circles around her soft flesh, watching the sun beam hit against her naked skin. He softly brushed his had across her cheek hoping not to wake her as he admired her beauty. Voight hadn’t felt this way about another person in a long time. After all these years, he was opening his heart to something more.

Her eyes slowly stirred awake. She smirked softly as she covered her face from the sun. Her head nuzzled against his neck taking in the lingering scent of cologne.

“You have to wake up?” Voight’s husky voice hit her ears. She ran her hand at the top of his head and down against the back of his neck. Small kisses fluttered across his jaw and cheeks.

“Do I have to?” She sighed, propping herself up to get a better look at his face. His brown eyes intensely looked into hers.

“Your husband will be home soon.” He said with a straight face. (Y/n)s mood immediately changed.

She knew what she was doing was wrong. She had a husband at home, but he treated her poorly. He cared more about taking down Voight and their marriage became second. That’s what made it even more surprising when she ended up having an affair with him. She never planned on it getting this far, but now she had fallen in love.

(Y/n) came clean to Voight not too long ago. At first he found it humorous, how he ended up in bed with the man’s wife that was trying to take him down. It was until he realized that he too had feelings for her when things became serious. The affair had continued on, but deep down Voight was hesitant.

“You know I plan on leaving him, right?” He starred at her letting the silence linger. She grabbed his shirt from the edge of the bed, tossing it on.

“When?” Voight finally responded.

“I’m telling him tonight.”

“You’re not lying to me are you?” She shook her head no and leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He grabbed her wrist to pull her in closer. “If he does anything to you, you call me.”

(Y/n) smiled giving him another kiss on the lips. She stood up, allowing his shirt to fall down to her waist. Her reflection in the mirror caught her attention. Her cold hand glided over her stomach and hips.

“Do I look bigger to you?” She cocked her head to the side trying to get a closer look. Voight smiled at her through the mirror.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice commanded.

After her morning with Voight, (y/n) decided to run some errands before heading back to her husband. She knew breaking the news that she wanted a divorce was going to cause tension. Miles was possessive in ways and the moment he found out the other man was Voight she was screwed.

She left the dainty boutique with a small bag in her hand. Retail therapy to calm her nerves. Voight always made sure to give her a little cash, knowing Miles controlled everything.

(Y/n) was about to put her key into the knob when Miles opened the door snatching her inside. Her heart sank into her stomach as she stumbled into the house. He slammed her against the wall squeezing her forearms tightly.

“Who were you with?” He yelled.

“No- no one.” She choked. A tingling sensation ran across her cheek as the tears began to form.

“I know you were with Voight.” Miles shoved her to the ground. She barely managed to catch herself before hitting the wooden floors. (Y/n) kicked him between the legs as she darted off from the floor to get away from him.

Her hand twisted the metal of the door knob before Miles grabbed her again. (Y/n)s screams echoed across the room. Her nails clawed at his arms trying to get him to unhand her.

The whole brawl felt like it had lasted for hours. She sat on the ground with her back against the wall. Her breathing was heavy as Miles toward over (y/n) with blood dripping from his nose. Never in a million years did she think she would be fighting her own husband this way. Things had never gone this far.

“You knew I was investigating him and you are out here sleeping with him!” The veins in his neck started to pop.

“He’s not that kind of guy.” She whispered. Miles grabbed her shirt, lifting her up onto her feet.

“Voight doesn’t love you.” He let go of her shirt. “He’s only using you to get to me.” Miles walked away, shoving a vase down to the ground in the process.

(Y/n) took out her phone. She was about to call Voight but stopped for a moment. Her hands trembled knowing what Voight could do if he found out. She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the house.

Chicago Med was jammed pack, but she waited patiently in the emergency room for her name to be called. They prepared her hospital bed to examine her. Cuts and bruises across her arms and face.

“Is there anyone you want us to call?” The nurse questioned.

“Actually, can you-“ she was abruptly cut off.

“(Y/n).” Voight stood behind the nurse making his way over to the bed. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. She could see the anger behind his eyes. “Did he do this to you?” Voight continued.

“He’s never been this angry. Miles has never hurt me before.” Her voice shook. How was she supposed to explain the reason behind Miles actions.

“If he comes near you again he’s a dead man.”

“Mrs.(Y/l/n),” the doctor looked over at Voight, “we need to speak to about something. Is he okay to be in here?” (Y/n) nodded her head yes.

“What’s wrong doctor?” Voight replied.

“Nothing is actually wrong. We wanted to let you know that the baby didn’t withstand any serious injuries; however, we do want to monitor you for the night.” (Y/n)s eyes widened looking over at Voight.

“I didn’t- how far along?” She held Voight’s hand tighter.

“10 weeks.” The doctor smiled. “I take it the two of you didn’t know. I’ll give you some time.” The doctor left the room.

“Voight, I swear I didn’t know.” She pleaded. With the day she had, she didn’t know how to process the news.

He kissed her forehead. They both knew it was his baby. She had been so distant from her husband the last six months, there was no doubt Voight was the father.

“I know.” He smiled at her. His free hand made its way to her stomach. “I’ll do better with this one. I can promise you that.”

For a brief moment (y/n) felt relieved. That relief quickly faded when she remembered Miles and his investigation. Panic consumed her mind and body.

“What about Miles? I don’t want him to know about the baby.”

“I’ll take care of Miles. You take care of our little one.” Voight calmly responded.

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I love that Charlie has a lil blue SUV it’s so cute

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Hank Voight x Reader

The Breaking Point

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The bullpen was quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that rang in Hank Voight’s ears long after the argument was over.

Jay’s words still echoed—You don’t get to decide who deserves justice.

And Hank’s response—sharp, final, and cutting—I already do.

The door to Intelligence slammed hours ago when Jay left, but the damage lingered like smoke after a fire.

Hank stood alone in his office, hands braced against the desk, jaw tight enough to ache. The city lights outside the window blurred as he stared through them, seeing ghosts instead—men he’d buried, lines he’d crossed, choices he’d never apologize for.

A soft knock broke the silence.

“You gonna tell me to go away,” a woman’s voice said gently, “or am I allowed in?”

Hank didn’t turn. “Door’s open.”

She stepped inside anyway, closing it behind her. Elena Morales—Intelligence liaison, former social worker, the one person in the unit who challenged him without flinching. She’d seen him at his worst and stayed anyway. That alone made her dangerous.

She didn’t speak at first. She never did when he was like this. Instead, she leaned against the filing cabinet, arms folded, eyes sharp and sad all at once.

“Jay mean it?” she finally asked.

Hank scoffed quietly. “Jay always means it.”

“He say you’re past saving?”

That got him to turn. His eyes were dark, stormy. “He say I’m the reason we’re no better than the people we lock up.”

Elena’s throat tightened. “And what do you think?”

Hank laughed once—humorless. “I think he’s wrong.”

Then, quieter. “I think he’s right.”

She crossed the room then, slow and deliberate. “You didn’t ask Jay to understand you,” she said. “You asked him to become you.”

“That’s how this job works.”

“No,” she said firmly. “That’s how you work.”

The words landed harder than Jay’s had.

Hank looked away, jaw flexing. “You here to judge me too?”

“I’m here because you’re bleeding and pretending you’re not.”

He swallowed. “You don’t know what I’ve done.”

“I know exactly what you’ve done,” she said softly. “I also know why.”

That was worse.

She reached out, fingers brushing his forearm. He stiffened instinctively, then sagged—just a fraction. Enough.

“They’re all gonna leave,” he muttered. “Jay. Erin. Al’s already gone. They always do.”

“I’m still here.”

“For now.”

She stepped closer, forcing him to meet her eyes. “You don’t get to decide my breaking point.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and raw.

“You ever think,” she continued, voice trembling just slightly, “that maybe the reason they fight you so hard is because they’re scared of becoming you?”

Hank’s breath hitched.

“And maybe,” she added, “the reason you push them away is because you think you deserve to be alone.”

That did it.

Hank turned sharply, pacing away like a caged animal. “You think I want this?” he snapped. “You think I like carrying this so they don’t have to?”

“I think you don’t know how to put it down.”

He stopped. His shoulders slumped, years pressing down all at once.

“I don’t sleep,” he admitted. “Every time I close my eyes, I hear Jay’s voice. Erin’s. Al’s. And someday I’ll hear yours.”

Elena swallowed hard. “Only if you shut me out.”

She moved in front of him again, hands resting lightly against his chest, feeling his heart hammer like it was trying to escape.

“You’re not a monster,” she said. “You’re a man who made himself into a weapon and forgot how to be human.”

Hank’s eyes burned. “You should walk away.”

She shook her head. “Not tonight.”

For a long moment, he just looked at her—like he was memorizing her face in case this was the last time.

Then he whispered, “I don’t know how to be better.”

She leaned her forehead against his. “Then let someone stay while you figure it out.”

His hand came up slowly, resting at her back like he was afraid she’d disappear.

Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, Hank Voight finally let himself breathe—just enough to hurt.

And just enough to hope.