#swat drabble

[achilles-rage]

Number 20 with Chris Alonso, I'm enjoying reading your other writing. ☺️☺️

IDK HOW I FORGOT ABOUT THIS!! I'M SO SORRY!! here it is (two weeks late)!! hope you enjoy anon<3

number 20 from this post: "gentle comforting sex"

you can always tell when chris walks through the front door that the events of the day have taken a toll on her, and today was no different. you knew she had a hard job, and so you always meet her at the door with open arms and a sweet voice that has her shoulders finally lowering as the tension evaporates from her body.

"how was work, my love?" you ask her as she wraps her arms around your soft middle and nuzzles her nose into the crook of your neck, letting your scent envelope her. but, she just shakes her head, letting out a deep sigh.

you stand this way for a few minutes at the door, letting her melt into you and calm down her racing thoughts, and then you lead her into the kitchen to eat dinner.

you don't push her to talk, but as you both eat, she slowly begins to open up to you, telling you about what she had to see at work; not unlike anything she usually sees, but it still takes its toll.

once you're done dinner, you bring her to the bathroom and turn on the bathtub, adding a bath bomb and letting it turn the water a pale pink, then getting yourselves undressed as you wait for the tub to fill up. you hold each other in your arms as you wait, pressing gentle kisses to her lips, and across her face, and down her neck as your hands move up and down her sides soothingly.

when the tub is finally full, the room now full with steam from the hot water in the tub, you both settle in, letting chris sit between your legs and lean back against your chest. as soon as the warmth of the water envelopes chris her head is leaning back against your shoulder as a quiet breath escapes her nose, and her hands find your thick thighs on either side of her in an attempt to further calm herself down.

you sit in silence for a while, listening to the quiet sounds of each others’ breathing as your hands absentmindedly move over her skin; up her sides and down her legs in soothing motions. you don’t even realize that your touches are starting to affect chris; her heart fluttering in her chest and a warmth pooling in her lower belly.

you only finally notice when she turns her body slightly and looks up at you, not speaking a word as she tilts her head up in a silent plea for a kiss. a smile makes its way onto your face as her eyes search yours, and then you lean your head down and meet her lips with yours, raising one palm to her cheek to hold her in place.

the kiss is lazy, and passionate, and as her body presses against yours in a desperate attempt to get any closer than she already is, your lips move against each other in a steady rhythm. As the kiss becomes more intense, chris suddenly maneuvers around so she’s kneeling between your legs, and then swings a leg over one of yours so she’s straddling your thigh.

the water sloshes around with her movements, and your hands immediately go to her hips, steading her as she drops down onto your thigh and begins to roll her hips with a soft mewl.

“what are you d-?” you begin to ask against her lips, but she cuts you off as she pulls away from your lips, grinding down against your thigh desperately.

“i need you.” she whispers, then crashes her lips back to yours, tongue meeting yours halfway as she continues her sloppy actions.

you hum softly, threading your fingers through her hair with one hand as you keep the other on her hip.

“go ahead, my love, i’ve got you.” you tell her softly, pulling her head back and looking up at her, watching her face twist in pleasure as she moves against your thigh.

after a while, you can tell she’s getting close, so you bring your hand back down from the side of her face to her cunt, slipping two fingers and and pumping them slowly as she grinds against your palm with increased fervour, chasing her quickly approaching high.

she lets out a shuddered breath, then brings her lips back to yours as her hands move to cup your cheeks in a desperate attempt to ground herself.

“let go, baby.” you mumble against her lips, and with a few more curls of your fingers against her g spot, she cums with a low moan. her body goes taut as you help her ride out her high, and then she collapses against you, her head resting against your shoulder and her chest heaving.

“you feeling a little better?” you ask gently, weaving your fingers into her hair and massaging her scalp. she barely responds, only giving a gentle hum of approval as you feel her head nod slightly.

“i love you.” she murmurs, the water enveloping you slowly losing its heat as you smile, knowing it’ll be hard to get her out of here even when the water gets cold.

“i love you.” you reply, sighing contently as her body completely relaxes against you.

[violetflowerswrites]

It’s Been A Long Day - David “Deacon” Kay 

It’s Been A Long Day - SWAT x Reader Drabbles 

David “Deacon” Kay

Prompt: How does the team seek comfort after a difficult day on SWAT?

Pairing: Deacon x GN! Reader

Disclaimer: reader has children with Deacon, married couple. Vague mentions of police work, politics, fear of police. Reader and Deacon use gender neutral pet names (honey, sweetheart, etc.)

Word Count: 600

A/N: I am on Season 4 of SWAT which is full of complex and difficult topics like racism, Black Lives Matter, Blue Lives Matter, and more. I love the way the show handles modern day conflicts and struggles. I felt like it was fitting that Deacon would bring some of those thoughts home. He just needs to be comforted and supported!

The house was silent, save for the quiet crinkle of the page as you flipped through the book you were reading.

It was in this quiet that you heard the front door open and shut. Expecting footsteps to come upstairs to where you were, you continued to scan your eyes across the page.

After a few moments of hearing nothing however, you paused.

Why wasn’t David coming up to bed?

Concern furrowing your brow, you swung two feet out of bed and into your soft slippers, sliding a satin robe around your bare shoulders.

You stepped down as gently as you could, trying not to disturb your sleeping children, an action you’ve done a hundred times over.

In the same practiced whisper, you called out from the bottom step:

“Honey?”

The still form on the couch stiffened, then the tension released from his shoulders as you laid a gentle, warm hand on his back.

“What do you need?”

Deacon leaned back to look at you with appreciation. He loved that you didn’t interrogate him, scold him, or even ignore him.

You simply offered your unconditional support.

That’s just who you were and he couldn’t help but fall for you a little more in that moment.

“I just need a minute to…” he trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

“Can I sit with you?” You asked.

Your husband made space for you, and you cuddled into his strong side, hip to hip, head to his chest, hearing that comforting heartbeat steady under your ear.

David automatically wrapped his arms around you, the stress in his body already melting away from your warm embrace.

Sometimes, he just needed you near and that was comfort enough.

Eventually, he released his hold on you and you leaned back, gazing patiently into his warm brown eyes. Tonight though, those eyes were lined with worry.

He lifted up your left hand, rubbing a thumb across your wedding ring thoughtfully.

“You know, this ring, it’s a constant reminder of our love, and our commitment to each other.”

You reached over and lifted his left hand, pressing your lips to the cold metal of his ring in silent acknowledgement of what he said.

“In the same way, my badge, it’s a symbol of my loyalty to the force, to my fellow policemen. And my dedication to protect and serve the citizens of LA.”

David leaned back and rubbed a hand over his tired face.

“But to some, this badge is a symbol of power. A power to exploit for their politics, or a power to fear of being targeted.”

He looked at you now.

“That’s not why I decided to be a cop.”

“I know.”

“It’s just, it feels like just being a good cop isn’t enough anymore.”

“Life isn’t black and white. It’s messy and complicated and full of the unexpected.”

“I know…I’m just tired of trying to defend myself. Protecting what I think is right.”

“You are a good cop. And an even greater man. I trust that you’ll do what’s right. Always.”

David pressed a kiss to your hair, but you saw that he didn’t quite believe what you said for himself.

“And if you don’t, if you make a mistake, you know I am here. Your team is here. You aren’t alone in this, David.”

At that, the deep sigh that your husband exhaled seemed to take some of the burden off of his heavy shoulders.

“Yeah. You’re right sweetheart.”

“Aren’t I always?” You smiled.

He chuckled and lifted your chin, pressing the softest kiss to your lips.

“Thank you.”

…

[achilles-rage]

Hi!

If I may I would love a 19 from prompt list no1 with Rocker 🫶🏼

ohhh i love this, it makes me🦋🦋 (also, this will be the last of the night, they took longer to write than i thought lol, but i’ll finish the rest tomorrow!! and i’ll still accept a few more requests if anyone wants to send any in!!)

number 19 from this post: “angry sex in the middle of a fight”

MDNI- 18+ only!

you can’t even remember what your fight with rocker was about. all you know is that it had gotten out of hand extremely quickly. so much so, that he slept on the couch; something he rarely does. and even the next day at work, you’re still mad at each other.

you had just gotten back from a call; both of your squads having been called, when his voice cuts through the air and hits your ears.

“what the hell was that? you could’ve been killed!” he yells, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed as he stares at the back of your head.

you whip around to face him, fists clenched at your sides as you shoot daggers right back at him.

“what the hell was that?” you mock, “that was me saving someone’s goddamn life!”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he puts a hand on his hip, now only a foot from you. everyone else has filed out of the room, and now it’s just you two.

“why are you being like this, huh?” he questions, eyes still narrowed as he looks down at your angry expression.

“why are you being a dick? i didn’t do anything wrong, and you’re not my boss.” you seethe, taking a step forward, your faces dangerously close to each others.

without another word, he swiftly backs you up to the closest wall and pins you in place, one hand beside your head on the wall and the other firmly wrapped around your throat.

“but you sure do listen to me at home, don’t you, sweetheart? i’ll just have to remind you who’s in charge, won’t i?” he growls, the look in his eyes predatory as he tilts his head to the side and looks down at you.

you feel your breath catch in your throat, and one of your hands comes up to wrap around his wrist as you clench your jaw.

“fuck you.” you hiss, still angry despite the desire pooling between your thighs.

he smashes his lips to yours as soon as the words tumble from your lips, keeping his hand around your throat as his tongue bullies its way into your mouth.

you moan against his lips, hands eagerly clawing at his clothes. you may be mad at him, but you want nothing more right now than for him to fuck you.

“you want me to fuck you, baby? teach you some goddamn manners?” he rasps, pulling away from your lips to unbutton your pants and pull them down to your knees.

when you’re exposed for him, he flips your around and pushes your front against the wall, forcing you to bend over before he works to undo his own pants.

he gives you no warning as he pushes his hard cock past your glistening folds, making you fight to stifle a moan as he stretches you out. as soon as he’s buried to the hilt, he pulls out almost completely and them snaps his hips forward again, testing once before he begins his relentless pace.

he thrusts into you hard and fast, groaning quietly as he feels your pussy clench around him. it takes everything in you to not cry out in pleasure, and your body moves along with his thrusts, ass and thighs jiggling as his hips meet yours.

“is this all you needed, baby? who knew all it took to shut you up was my cock?” he purrs, smacking your ass harshly, just to watch the way it recoils.

you whimper in response, pushing your hips back in time with his thrusts, feeling him so fucking deep inside you. his cock brushes against your g-spot, and you bite your lip so hard you taste blood, desperate to not be caught like this. you’d never live it down. if you weren’t fired immediately, that is.

“is that it, baby? just needed to be fucked?” he asks again, and you nod desperately, a string of yes’s tumbling from your lips.

“baby, please.” you whimper, feeling extremely close to the edge as you feels rocker twitch inside of you.

he chuckles in response, hips still moving at their unrelenting pace as he smacks your ass again.

“please, what, baby? tell me what you want.” he commands, his voice condescending as he pulls your back up against his chest and then brings two fingers down to circle your clit.

“wanna cum, please. please let me cum.” you plead breathlessly, your knees growing weak as you teeter on the edge.

“cum for me, pretty girl. let me hear you.”

you cum almost immediately, and the way you clench around him has rocker cumming too, emptying himself into your cunt as his hips stutter.

when he pulls out, he pulls your panties and pants back up quickly, then turns you around to face him.

“now, you’re gonna spend the rest of the day full of my cum. teach you a lesson.” he tells you after he pulls back from a quick kiss, eyes studying your fucked out expression.

neither of you are angry anymore, and when you look up at him with a dazed expression, he smirks and gives you a wink.

“i love you.” he tells you softly, the condescension and frustration now gone.

you nod, brain still fuzzy as you feel your mixed releases dripping out of your cunt and pooling in your panties.

“i love you.” you whisper back, still slightly breathless as you watch him turn and walk out of the room while buttoning his pants back up.

[achilles-rage]

you guys this is so self indulgent and different than what i usually write but it had to be done and i blame my current cod hyperfixation for this<3

imagine your boyfriend rocker chasing you through the woods😵‍💫

you feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest as you race through the trees, hearing nothing but the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears and the snaps of twigs under your bare feet. your path is illuminated only by the almost-full moon, and while you’re thankful for the soft light that allows you to see where you’re going, you also know that it means he can see you as well.

you know he’s a better runner than you are; you’ve never been very quick, but the adrenaline pumping through your body allows you to keep running through the night. the bottom of your feet are sore, and you feel the stray branches slice against your bare legs as you run deeper into the woods, but you don’t stop.

“i’m gonna find you, sweetheart. there’s no point in running.” his voice echoes through the warm breeze and into your ears. you look behind you, trying to see if he’s finally found you, but you don’t see him. once you turn back around, you hear his heavy footsteps not too far from where you are, and you have to fight back a noise of both fear and excitement.

it’s always been a fantasy of yours; to be chased through the woods like prey. you’re not sure what it is about the idea, but it makes desire course through you and your skin erupt in goosebumps. rocker had found out one day when you were reading a book in bed. he saw how enthralled you were with the chapter you were currently reading, how your thighs squeezed together every so often, so he decided to pick up the book the next morning when you were getting ready for work. 

he was intrigued by the idea, and he sort of liked the idea of having to catch you in order to have his way with you, so he approached you one day and asked you about it. you were embarrassed at first, but once he had finally calmed you down and told you that he was interested, you let your guard down and agreed to let him chase you through the woods on his family’s property. he had told his parents that you two were just going camping for the weekend, and it was far enough from the house that no one would know the difference anyway.

you finally duck behind a tree, breathing heavily as you press your back tightly against the trunk. you’re only wearing a short nightdress, and the thin white fabric isn’t doing much to protect your soft skin from the harsh tree bark, but you kept your back firmly in place as if you’ll sink right into the tree and your hiding place will not be found by him.

you hear his footsteps get closer, his loud pants being carried through the air, making you shiver. you can hear the branches snapping under his boots, and you bite your lip in an attempt to quiet your breathing. you think about the harsh contrast of his tight t-shirt, cargo pants, and boots versus your flimsy white nightdress and you feel your desire pooling between your legs. at this moment, you’re not sure if you’d rather be caught or keep running, chasing the adrenaline high you’re feeling.

“i thought you’d be better than this, sweetheart. i’m getting close, aren’t i? i can hear your breathing.” he teases in a dark tone, slowing his pace as he gets closer to the sound of your breaths to quiet his steps. you put a hand over your mouth to stifle your breathing, your lungs burning as you struggle to give them some much needed air. you also feel your inner thighs starting to burn, having nothing to stop the chafing between your thick thighs, but the pain almost fades to nothing as you feel your arousal soaking through your panties.

you’re so focused on slowing your breathing that you barely hear him round the tree and grab your wide hips, holding you against the tree with a low growl before you have time to react.

“i’ve caught my prey. now you know what i get to do?” he purrs, his face just inches from yours. you look up at him with wide eyes, still breathing heavily as he presses himself against you. 

“what?” you get out, whimpering softly as you feel him roll his hips against yours ever so slightly, his hardening length pushing against your soft tummy. he smirks at your innocent little answer, leaning down further to whisper in your ear.

“whatever i want, princess. you get to be my pretty little toy.” he whispers before nibbling at your ear gently. you tilt your head back instinctively, letting out a shaky breath.

“you like the sound of that, sweetheart? you like the idea of being my little toy? being used by me?” you whimper at his words, arching your back into him as you nod eagerly.

“please.” you whisper, your voice barely audible. he smirks down at you darkly, one hand reaching up to run down your cheek.

“you want me to use you, pretty girl? is that what you want?” you nod again, whimpering as you try to move your hips against his, desperate for friction against your dripping core. he hums softly at your reaction, putting his hand back on your hip and tightening his grip, stopping you from moving against him.

“get on your knees, sweetheart. now.”

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num 5 from the smut list with Rocker on a slow day at work?

yay more rocker requests!! last time i think i only got one (maybe two)!! sorry this might be bad, idk how to write phone sex lol<33

number 5 from this post: “phone sex”

MDNI- 18+ only!

it feels like the longest day ever as you lay around the house, waiting for rocker to come home from work. you’d gone shopping earlier in the day, and had bought some new lingerie, and the time passing now feels achingly slow as you wait to show rocker the new pieces you got.

to pass the time, you decide to go upstairs and try on your new pieces, just to figure out which piece you should start with when you show your boyfriend.

you start with a new green set, looking at how the colour contrasts against your skin as your eyes scan yourself in the mirror. you focus on how it hugs your curves, and pushes up your breasts just enough, but while you like it, it’s not your favourite.

you take it off and try on the next one, a gorgeous light blue set that accentuates all the parts of your body that you want it to. it has a little white bow on the bra, and one on the panties, and it makes you smile to yourself. rocker loves sets like this; loves being able to see your soft tummy and your thick thighs on full display, and your bra and panties sitting so pretty against your skin.

you grab your phone with a smirk and take a few mirror selfies, taking one of you standing, hip jutted out, then one kneeling, your tits on display and your legs spread to give him just a glimpse of your clothed core.

you: are you busy?

you text rocker as you stand up from your kneeling position slowly, biting your lip as you anxiously wait for his reply.

rocker: slow day, haven’t had a single call. is everything okay?

you smile when his text pops up almost immediately, then let your fingers move quickly as you send him the pictures you had just taken. this is definitely one way to make the time go faster, you think.

when rocker sees the photos pop up on his screen, he inhales a sharp breath, head swiveling around him to make sure no one is behind him and can see his screen.

when he’s sure there isn’t, he stands up from the table he’s sitting at and excuses himself, making his way down to an empty office and locking himself in.

rocker: call me. now.

you giggle softly as the text pops up, and call him immediately, eager to hear what he has to say.

he answers your call with a low, rough voice, hand gripping his phone tightly as he holds it to his ear. he can feel his cock growing hard in his pants, and with nothing else to focus on with work, he wants nothing more than to hear your voice.

“what are you playing at, sweetheart?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you murmur, laying down on your bed and letting your hand travel down your body towards your throbbing clit.

“bullshit, baby. you know exactly what you’re doing. i’m fucking rock hard at work right now.” he tells you sternly, fighting the urge to palm himself through his pants. god, if he could get his hands on you right now.

“yeah?” you ask with a soft giggle, which turns into a quiet whimper as your fingers push your panties to the side and rub circles against your clit.

“yeah, sweetheart. you have no idea what you do to me.”

“show me.” you purr, putting the phone on speaker. you lower the phone down and take a picture of your dripping cunt, two of your fingers making a V and spreading yourself open for him.

you hear his growl as he receives the picture, your words instantly forgotten, and then the distinct sound of his belt buckle coming undone. you bite your lip, grinning to yourself as you continue to draw lazy circles over your clit.

“jesus christ, baby. you’re killing me.” he growls as he pulls his aching cock from his pants. he runs his thumb over the head of his cock to collect the bead of precum, then begins to fist his cock slowly, letting out a shuttered moan as he looks down at the picture of your needy pussy.

“need you so bad, baby.” you moan as you squirm on the bed, fingers picking up their pace.

“you’re so desperate to be filled aren’t you? finger yourself, sweetheart. let me hear you.” he tells you sternly, closing his eyes as he listens to the small gasp coming from the speaker, imagining the sight of you stretching around your fingers and nothing else.

“yes.” you reply with a whimper, moving two of your fingers slowly in and out of your cunt a few times before curling the. up in a desperate attempt to bring yourself release.

“show me, honey. show me what you’re doing.” he tells you after a moment of listening to your whines.

he’s not expecting the request for a video call to pop up on his screen, but he’s quick to accept it, moaning quietly as the sight of your fingers disappearing past your dripping folds graces his screen.

he can see your face in the top corner of the screen, watching him, and he lowers his phone down so his leaking cock is in frame. you moan softly as you watch him fuck into his hand, and all that can be heard as you pleasure yourselves is the sounds of your moans mixing together.

“that’s it, baby, keep going. keep touching your pretty pussy. just like that, sweetheart.” he purrs, making you arch your back and moan loudly. he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and by the sound of your breathless whimpers, he’s sure you are, too.

“fuck, rocker. feels so good.” you rasp, feeling that pit in your belly growing as you clench around your fingers. you watch intently as his hand moves up and down his cock, and in a few more thrusts of his hips, he cums all over his hand with a low groan.

“yeah, wait till i get home, honey. i’ll show you how good you can feel.” he growls as he watches you follow suit, eyes focused on your pussy clenching and yours eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

[violetflowerswrites]

It’s Been A Long Day - Hondo Harrelson

It’s Been A Long Day - SWAT x Reader Drabbles  

Daniel “Hondo” Harrelson 

Prompt: How does the team seek comfort after a difficult day on SWAT?

Pairing: Hondo Harrelson x GN! Reader

Disclaimer: SFW touching and kissing. Some flirty allusions to sex.

Word Count: 518

A/N: I think after a grueling day, Hondo wants nothing more than quiet physical comfort with his partner. He’s surprisingly touchy and cuddly, and although it’s not spoken in words, he shows through his body language how much he needs someone. Big bad SWAT team leader is a teddy bear and I stand by it.

Two warm hands wrap around your waist and start swaying you to the tune of some 90s R&B classic. You’re standing at the kitchen sink, elbow deep in suds and dirty dishes, but Hondo doesn’t care. All he wants is your warm body against his and your lips on his lips. So you tilt your head back and look up at him. Even upside down, his face is undoubtedly handsome. And you say as much.

“Hey handsome.” You peck a kiss onto his lips.

“Hey beautiful,” Hondo smiles sweetly down at you, but you notice that it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Your observation is confirmed when he lets out a sigh that seems to come from the depths of his being.

You quickly rinse off your arms and twist around. His hands are still firmly planted on your waist, so you run your palms up and down his broad back. All the while, your eyes search his, waiting, yearning, asking him to say what’s on his mind.

“It’s been a long day, Y/N. A bad one.” Another sigh escapes him. “And the whole time, all I could think about was coming home to you.”

“Well, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice drops low, almost lost in the quiet melodies of the music that’s still playing in the background.

Hondo presses his lips to your forehead and holds it there for a beat too long, like he just needs to confirm for himself that yes, really, you’re alive and you’re not gonna leave him.

You bring your arms to the back of his neck, rubbing little circles there with your thumb while you lean an ear against his firm chest. The thud of his steady heartbeat lulls you to the point that you forget you’re just standing in the kitchen at home. All you can think about is how lucky you are to have this man in your life, and that you would do anything to make him feel as happy and content as you are right now.

“Mmph.” Hondo lets out a small groan that’s muffled by his chin resting on top of your head.

“You have knots on top of your knots, Hondo.” You tease him, your fingers finding hard lumps all over his neck and shoulders. “Your work kids giving you too much trouble?”

Hondo rumbles out a chuckle. “You know they’re a handful, Y/N. You’ve met them.”

“Come to bed. I’ll take care of you.” You slip your hand into his.

“Oh, you definitely take good care of your man.” Hondo raises a brow suggestively.

You bark out a laugh and slap him on the shoulder. “Not that way! I meant, I was gonna give you a massage.”

Hondo gives you an affectionate pat on the ass. “I’ll take anything you wanna give me, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes as a pink flush rises in your cheeks and you simply pull your man towards the bedroom. Hondo’s laughter bounces off the walls. It’s the sweetest sound that could have blessed your ears, especially tonight of all nights.

[violetflowerswrites]

It’s Been A Long Day - Jim Street

It’s Been A Long Day - SWAT x Reader Drabbles

Jim Street

Prompt: How does the team seek comfort after a difficult day on SWAT?

Pairing: Jim Street x GN! Reader

Disclaimer: None. Slight angst, all fluff.

Word Count: 265

A/N: Jim Street is a soft boi and the show talks about how he went on long bike rides at night after the murder of his foster brother, Nate. This is how I imagine his partner comforting him too.

The sound of the motorcycle engine roars through the still night air. Street pulls into the driveway, yanking off his helmet roughly. He walks up the pavement, his leather boots stomping so loud, they feel like they’re making the ground shake. Everything about his body language screams just how upset and frustrated and angry he is, but it’s the next moment that stops you in your tracks.

The light from the front door shines just right on his face so that you see it. You see the hard line of his mouth, the clenched jaw, and most of all, the sad downturned corners of his eyes. Without a word, you step off the threshold and launch yourself into his arms.

Street breathes in your freshly washed hair, still damp from the shower. He nuzzles into it, and draws his hands together behind your back, finding comfort in your warmth and scent. You hug him back, your palms running soothing lines up and down his leather-clad back. A small breeze lifts up the corner of your pajamas and makes you inadvertently shiver.

“Sorry. Making you stand out here in the cold.” Street murmurs into your ear. “Let’s get inside.”

You shake your head and turn around, grabbing a coat from the hook in the hallway. You put it on, along with your helmet, and you hop on the back of your lover’s bike.

Street doesn’t laugh or say a word. Instead, he just walks back over to you and kisses you tenderly on the lips.

“I go fast.” He says, revving the engine.  

“I trust you.”

[violetflowerswrites]

It’s Been A Long Day - Victor Tan

It’s Been A Long Day - SWAT x Reader Drabbles

Victor Tan

Prompt: How does the team seek comfort after a difficult day on SWAT?

Pairing: Victor Tan x GN! Reader

Disclaimer: None! 1 swear word. All fluff and comfort. Inaccurate basketball description (sorry!).

Word Count: 754

A/N: Tan talks about going to the gym to play pick up when he has rough days at work so this is how I imagine his partner finding him. Sorry it’s mostly basketball and not a lot of cute moments but I don’t see Tan getting vulnerable easily. This felt right.

About 20 basketballs lay scattered all over the gym floor. Ear-splitting squeaks and the thud of running footsteps, combined with a single bouncing ball, echo throughout the court. In the center of it all, Tan jumps up, trying to make a shot. Sweat drips down the side of his face, the dampness making his hair spike up. He pauses, hands on his hips, panting hard.

“You missed.”

Tan whips his head around, startled at the voice.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You hold up your phone, and smile at him.

“You tracked me?” He replies with disbelief.

“Hey, it was your idea to turn on Find My Friends.” You remind him. You walk closer, your hands reaching out of the pockets of your hoodie until you can touch the sweaty face of your boyfriend.

“It’s 11 pm. Why aren’t you home?” You ask gently, your eyes full of concern.

Tan closes his eyes and leans his cheek into your warm hand.

“My face is sweaty.” He avoids the question.

“I know.” You reply.

It’s obvious something went down at work today. Tan always goes to the gym to let the adrenaline drown out anything else he is feeling. And he clearly isn’t ready to talk.

You grab the hair tie off your wrist and start putting your hair up.

“Pass me a ball.” You request.

“What? You don’t know how to play.” Tan says hesitantly, even though he tosses a ball to you anyway.

You start dribbling slowly, getting a feel of the way the ball bounces under your hand.

“I know. That’s why you’re gonna teach me.” You state the obvious.

Tan just looks at you, with one eyebrow raised in skepticism.

You scoff, “Hey, just ‘cause I don’t play basketball doesn’t mean I’ll suck. I was captain of the tennis team in high school you know.”

Tan cracks a smile at that and slaps the ball out of your hands.

“Hey!” You protest.

“First of all, you gotta dribble low. Below your waist. And bend your knees. You gotta stay loose or else you’ll break your ankles.” Tan instructs, and you smile.

For the next hour, Tan coaches you in basketball basics, and he’s not treating you with kid gloves. The two of you practice dribbling and weaving, running laps across the squeaky gym floor. He makes you shoot hoops until you can make it from the half court line and your wrists want to fall off. Finally, he challenges you to a one on one game.

Tan manages to grab the ball first, and he uses his long legs to his advantage, clearing the court in a matter of seconds. You run full speed to block him, your outstretched arms barely reaching above his head. Tan easily shoots the ball over you, and it swishes into the net.

“That’s one.” Tan smirks below at you.

“Lucky shot.”

You reset and try to get the ball from him again. This time, Tan dribbles the ball as low as he can to the floor, a hand out to keep you away. Suddenly, he makes a break for it, sprinting right into you as you try to guard him. You lose your footing and fall flat on your bottom with an audible thump.

“Shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean –” Tan starts to apologize but you cut him off by slapping the ball out of his hands as you scramble to your feet. You’re halfway across the court to your side before he even realizes what just happened.

“H-hey! That’s a foul!” Tan shouts from the other side of the gym.

You make a shot and it goes straight into the hoop.

“I don’t see a ref.” You laugh, your chest heaving for breath.

Tan laughs with you. “Oh it’s on.”

The two of you continue to play until both of you can’t feel your legs anymore. Finally, you call for the end of the game, 8 to 6, with Tan winning.

You sit on the bench, panting for air, when a towel lands on your face.

“Not bad for a first timer.” Tan compliments you, wiping the sweat off of his own face.

“Feeling better?” You ask him, trying not to pry any further.

Tan freezes for a moment, before he takes a seat next to you with a sigh.

“Yeah. A lot better.” He replies quietly. “Thank you.”

You smile back at him, and he kisses you on the cheek, but suddenly pulls away. “Ugh, sweaty!”

You burst out laughing. “I know.”