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That should be meeeeeeee😭😭😭
(Not shipping, just a littleeee jealous😂)
Look at these distinguished gentlemen, very distinguished.🩶
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៹Aftercare. matt sturniolo.
"Shh shh, it's okay sweetheart. It's okay. I'm right here."
Matt slid his hand to the back of my head, fingers threading gently through my hair as he pulled me into his chest. "You did such a good job."
My arms wrapped around him with the little energy I had left. I could hear his heart beating fast in my ear, feel his chest rumble with every word he said.
"Breathe with me, c'mon." He placed his hand gently on my bare chest. "In… and out."
We practiced that together, and once our breathing was in sync again, he cupped my face in his hands, looking straight into my eyes. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
I shook my head, too tired to form words. I whispered a soft "thank you."
"I love you, baby. You did amazing for me."
He gave me a tired smile and pulled me back into his chest. I told him I loved him too.
He ran his finger tips gently down my back, slow and comforting. I let my mind rest with his touch, feeling sleep creeping in, even though part of me wanted to stay awake just to stretch this moment a little longer.
"You're falling asleep." Matt said in a soft laugh, resting his whole palm on my back. "You tired, baby? You still need to go to the bathroom." He kissed the top of my head. "C’mon. We gotta clean up. Go first and I’ll bring us some water, okay?"
I nodded, but didn’t move an inch. Matt laughed and handed me his shirt, which at some point had fallen to the floor.
"Come on. I’m not letting you fall asleep all messy and dehydrated. " he said, brushing my hair away from my face.
I looked at him, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to my lips. Then our eyes just stayed locked for a few quiet seconds. No words—just smiles.
"I really love you." I whispered, so softly.
Matt smiled. This time, a full, open smile.
"I love you too, I really do." He kissed my forehead, slow and lingering, then helped me sit up. "Let’s clean up and then cuddle. It's getting late."
—chrattvibe.
Notes: Blurb express. Hope you liked it! I love fluff.💌
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I’m cold
In Which….. Bf!Matt x Gf!reader are having spicy time, but she gets cold. dividers by @chrisssiren
The bed creaked softly—a sound all too familiar for Matt and Y/n. It was a long day, the two love birds needed this—so as Matt started to thrust his hips up—allowing his dick to kiss at Y/n’s cervix everytime she moved, a soft and erotic moan exited her pretty mouth.
“Aaahhh shiiitt Matt.”
A slight chuckles escaped Matt’s wet pink lips—he had been licking them at the sight of Y/n’s body. It was the most beautiful thing his eyes could see. His hands wrapped around the girls waist—in one swift motion he pulled her in closer to him. As their bodies melted into one another, Y/n threw her head back in satisfaction.
“M’gonna make you mine baby, M’gonna—shit. I’ll be good for you.”
Y/n looked at Matt’s mouth as he spoke. Something about the way he fully submitted to her through his words only made the desire for his rough manhandling more intense. The sound of skin slapping continued—it was almost like a beautiful melody.
“Mmmm.”
Suddenly a temperature change swiftly touched the back of Y/n’s back. The sudden feeling of the cold and crisp air was enough to make the girl cradle into Matt’s body—like two leaves clinging to color as the seasons change.
“What’s wrong?”
Matt’s voice was always so soothing and soft. He caressed Y/n’s back with only just the slight touch of two lingering fingers to graze a little bit harder down her spine. His eyes glanced over to his ac in the room, it was known to change temperatures by default and he had forgotten about it. On top of it Y/n was anemic and due to this, the girls body was much more sensitive to the cool air.
“I’m cold.”
Y/n lifted her head a bit—she stared into Matt’s eyes looking to confirm his suspicions of things being wrong. As Matt nodded slightly, he then begin to get up to change the ac—but Y/n stopped him.
“Wait, I don’t wanna stop……this feels good.”
Matt only shook his head and smirked. Y/n didn’t need to do anything else—Matt got the green light from her to continue. Y/n corrected her body onto Matt’s still hard cock—as he pulled the covers over her body. With one final smirk from Matt and a flustered smile from Y/n, she began to bounce up and down again on him while he guided her.
“goooodd job baby. bounce on that—slap your ass on my cock.”
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As someone who is anemic I love this smmm😭
this is exactly why i made it. i’m an anemic as well and even though im not experienced in this department ive always wondered what would happen if this fic idea came about.
me as a kid when mum put me in charge of pushing the shopping cart.
Yeah so this was really fucking hot.
Still think about this clip all the time🫣
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This is feeding my delusions so hard😫
I Was Worried
This is my first time writing Evan Buckley from 911 but I am in love with that show and re-watching made me want to write. I'm open to take any requests for Buck or Eddie from the show. I hope you all like it.
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Summary: (Y/n) tries to convince everyone at the station that she is fine, especially her boyfriend Buck. But when she takes a bad turn out on a call, he gets panicked.
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"Whatever you're cooking smells good," Buck folded his arms and leaned forward onto the counter, pushing his hips out and arching his back a little to stretch out.
It didn't really matter to Buck what Bobby was cooking, it could have been anything from cats to crocodiles and he would eat it. Half a bowl of cereal wasn't enough to keep Buck going through a hectic morning shift and it was almost two o'clock now, way past dinner. He was starving and he was desperate to eat anything Bobby cooked.
"Pasta bolognaise," Bobby looked up from the large serving bowl he was pouring the pasta into, smiling when he could see Buck's eyes widening happily.
"And garlic bread." A smile worked its way onto (Y/n)'s lips when she walked past Buck and patted his shoulder as she went. She knew her boyfriend like the back of his hand and he was very food orientated.
eye to i - evan buckley x reader
“Are we gonna do something kinky? Cause I’m all in.” Buck smirks lazily.
You huff out a laugh. You had blindfolded him with one of his ties and made him stand facing you for a trend you saw on social media.
“Don’t be a horn-dog.” You scold half-heartedly, lightly smacking his chest. They are empty words, because the two of you know who the actual horn-dog is in the relationship.
“Mhm. So what do I have to do?”
“You have to bend to be my height, without looking or peeking, obviously.”
“Easy.” Buck states simply and matter-of-factly.
“What do you mean, easy? How could you possibly know - "
Your words are cut off by Buck bending to meet you eye-level, and it was done so precisely that you wondered if you should have covered his eyes with thicker material just in case.
Buck leans in to press a sweet but dizzying kiss to your mouth. “I always know where my favourite lips are.”
Your camera roll while dating jay halstead 🫶🏻💗🫶🏻
Your camera roll while dating Jay Halstead ❤️
Jay Halstead- Your Job Will Be The Death Of You
The city of Chicago seemed to never sleep. Its streets brimming with the sounds of honking horns, the chatter of pedestrians, and the distant wail of sirens. It was alive. Jay Halstead had dedicated his life to serving and protecting its the people of Chicago. His fiancé YN worked a 9-5 job, meaning she spent a lot of time alone at home worrying about Jay when he was at work. She knew what she was getting herself into when she started to date Jay. She knew the risks. However Jay seemed to recently become increasingly more reckless.
Hiii can I have smut really really dirty with jay Halstea??
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Sex With Jay Includes…
Foaming at the mouth drooling at work I had to answer this
Smut! 18+ wrap it before you tap it
hiii I hope you are doing ok
Could I please request a Jay Halstead x GF Reader
Reader is Diabetic and her monitor gets broken on a call out a couple of hours later when back at the station reader collapses and becomes unresponsive she is rushed to med where they find out she has gone into DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis) and has a seizure Jay is worried and is panicking ect.
Happy ending please
Thank you in advance if you decide to write this request 😘
DKA-Jay Halstead
Authors note: I found this deep within my inbox. I’m so sorry it took me forever to do this. I hope you enjoy it anyways. Also, not really completely proof read, but I hated waiting any longer. 😂
Warnings: vomiting, language, possible inaccurate medical information
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What should have been a run of the mill bust and paperwork day ended at Med. You’re barely conscious as Jay leans over your head, yelling for Nat to do something as you seize, barely getting a breath in. Everything flutters in and out of focus as your mind replays the day.
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You sat in Jay’s passenger side, restlessly waiting for Voight to give you the go ahead. You and Jay have been on this stake out for over 24 hours and your ready to do the bust so that you could go file your paper work and go home with Jay. It was also time to change your monitor this evening and you wanted nothing more than to shower without the old device before replacing it with a new one.
“I can hear you thinking.” Jay mumbled, head laid back as he rested his eyes.
You jumped, thinking your partner was asleep. Last time you checked, his breathing was even and his jaw was slack. “Thought you were sleeping.” You muttered, rubbing your eye where the binoculars you were looking through hit it when you jumped.
Jay sighed, sitting up in his seat and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Well, the sun is up and your thinking too loud, so I figured it was time to wake up and check in.” Jay said, smirking as he reached across the console to kiss the side of your head. “Sooooo?” Jay drug out, wiggling his eyebrows to make you crack a smile.
“Just ready to go home.” You said, looking in his eyes briefly before sweeping the area. There were only a few cars in the area at this time of morning, but this was the time they liked to move product.
“I know baby. Soon enough.” Jay said, reaching for your luke warm coffee and taking a sip before placing it back in the cup holder. “Let me take a turn. Maybe close your eyes or check in with the team.” Jay said, opening his now empty hand for the binoculars.
You sighed, not wanting to argue with him. You handed the binoculars over to Jay before pulling out your phone and shooting a text to Kim to check in. While you waited for her reply, you leaned your head against Jay’s shoulder and snuggled close, letting your eyes slip shut.
Jay leaned his back into the center console to provide you access to his shoulder, knowing you sleep best when you can feel him. His eyes stay trained on the surrounding area, checking closer with the binoculars every now and then. He keeps his movements to a minimum to not disturb you seeing as you’ve been up most of the night. You never rest well on stake outs, but Jay’s former Army background has proven useful for sleeping pretty much anywhere.
Half an hour later, you wake to Jay speaking on the phone in a hushed voice. “Sarge. Get everyone down here. We’ve got a small box truck and three more vehicles pulling into the warehouse.” Jay said, leaning back to look at you as he felt you remove your head from his shoulder.
You took the binoculars, narrowing in on the open garage door. You could see a table lined with wooden crates. All of them appeared to be unmarked, but big enough to contain guns. “I see boxes that probably contain weapons, but they are unmarked and I can’t see inside from this angle.” You spoke into your own phone.
“We will be there in 5.” Voight said, causing you and Jay to jump into action. “50-21 requesting backup to 1415 Kincaid. Multiple players. Assumed to be armed and dangerous.” You and Jay heard called out on the city wide radio.
Jay grabbed your bullet proof vest and handed it to you before grabbing his own. He threw his seat back to avoid hitting the wheel by accident as you scrambled to grab Jay’s rifle from the back and place it on the floor board next to your feet. By the time both of you have your gear on, ears in, and weapons checked, the team has pulled up. Voight’s tires screech as he parks his SUV to block the entrance with Kevin’s car blocking the rest of the way. Jay pulls his truck behind Kevin’s before you are both jumping out and running into the building after your team, patrol flanking as they arrive.
“Watch your backs. We got guns.” Kevin says, peeking into the boxes as you all run by.
“Chicago PD! Come out with your hands up! We’ve got you surrounded.” Voight yells, eyes scanning the warehouse. Tall boxes block the view, but you can hear scrambling as the men pick up guns and begin to take off on foot.
“Stop! Police!” You yell, running as fast as your legs can carry you. You stop every now and then to shield your body with varied crates as you all begin to exchange gunfire, but you don’t let it stop you from reaching an open area blocked off with more boxes for cover. You take off, yelling to Kim and Adam “We are coming to you guys at the back.” As you continue your pursuit of two men running along the other side of the boxes. Once you reach the end, you are able to tackle one to the ground as you hear Kim announce herself, stopping the other man in his tracks.
Silence, other than the clicking of handcuffs, is now the only thing you hear. Jay runs up, pulling you up off the ground as Adam puts the cuffs on the man. “You good?” Jay asks, holding you by the shoulder so that you don’t fall over as you bend at the waist, propping yourself up with your hands on your knees, attempting to catch your breath. You nod, giving a shaky thumbs up as adrenaline pumps through your body. Jay leads you to a crate and sits you down. “Catch your breath and then we can start processing the evidence.” Jay says, kissing you on the forehead before walking away.
~TIME SKIP~
Once you finished doing what you all could, Jay leads you to the truck and helps you climb in, stripping your vest off of you as you basically collapse into the passenger seat. You’d been dragging the past hour, which was now starting to become noticeable by everyone. When you started recounting the items in your possession for the third time, Voight sent you and Jay back to the precinct to change and go home, having everyone wrap up as well.
“Hey baby. Let me see those y/c/e.” Jay spoke softly, tenderly holding your head in his hands. When you groggily peered at your lover, you let a dopey smile spread across your face. “There’s my girl.” Jay whispered, kissing your forehead. “Drink your water and I’ll get us back to the precinct.” Jay said, helping you to put your legs into the truck and buckle you up before handing you your water. Once he had you situated, he closed your door and rounded the truck to get into his side.
You winced as the truck started moving, lightly hissing in pain. Jay didn’t seem to hear it since he didn’t start grilling you about potential injuries, which you were thankful for. You didn’t want or need to be interrogated for a tummy ache. Instead of saying anything, you drank your water, gulping yours down and Jay’s down within minutes when you suddenly realized how thirsty you were. Jay didn’t comment, thinking you were dehydrated from the stake out.
Once back at the district, Jay helped you up the steps and into the locker room. All the movement made your stomach churn. You tried to ignore it, but suddenly all the water you drank was pushing to the surface. You launched yourself out of Jay’s arms and over the trash can before he could even process what was happening. You had a white knuckle grip on the rim of the trash can as you hiccup and heave, letting out a stream of water.
“Woah! Okay. Okay baby. I gotcha.” Jay says, rushing to grab your pony tail and tuck it into your shirt before he is wrapping an arm around your chest and rubbing your back with the other hand. “I gotcha. Just let it out. It’s alright honey. It’s alright.” Jay soothes, not really sure if it’s mostly for you or some for himself.
You cough and heave a few times, shakily latching onto Jay’s arm around your chest with one hand while clutching your stomach with the other. You moan as your vision blurs and you feel your knees begin to buckle. “J-humph.” You try to call his name, fear taking over your voice.
“Sh Sh Sh. I know. I know. Hang on.” Jay says, getting a better grip on you from behind before turning to yell out the door. “I need some help in here!” Jay hollers, having a gut feeling that something is really wrong.
Footsteps can be heard running up the stairs in multiple directions before Trudy comes running in from the stairs near the Sargent desk and Kim comes through the door you both just came through, Voight and Adam not far behind.
“What the hell happened?” Both Trudy and Hank yell at the same time, coming up to the pair of you.
“I don’t know. I gotta get her down. She’s fading Sarge.” Jay says, leaning over you to grip you better in his arms.
“Kim, guide him back with her to straddle the bench. Adam, go call a bus. Tell them we have an officer down. Trudy, help me move this trash can with them. She’s still going.” Voight instructs, immediately taking charge.
Once Kim has her hands on Jay’s sides, he allows her to guide him back, you being practically dragged along. Platt and Voight follow close to you, making sure you stay over the large trash can. They tilt it some once Jay sits and pulls you down with him. Voight has a hold of one of the handles as Trudy goes to grab a few paper towels and wets them. Adam comes running in with a med bag.
“Ambo’s 10 out. 51 is sending Brett and Violet from a call. They are closest.” Adam relays the information, kneeling at your side. “Lemme check her vitals. They want us to watch her stats.” Adam explains, taking out the pulse ox and attaching it to your finger as your heaves start to calm.
Voight sets the trash can down and slightly to the side before taking his phone out, checking your monitor. “Jay, how long has her monitor been down?” Voight asks, seeing that it is no longer transmitting information.
“What?” Jay asks, leaning around you and lifting your shirt. When he sees the broken monitor, he mutters a curse. “DKA. Fuck. Sarge, she’s in DKA.” Jay quickly realizes, having seen you in this situation before.
Trudy has a wet paper towel on your neck and forehead as your head lulls forward. “Y/n!” Trudy yells as Jay tightens his hold on you.
“I gotta lay her down. Kim, I need your jacket.” Jay instructs, allowing Adam and Voight to help him lower you into the recovery position on the floor. “Give me the glucose machine.” Jay says, holding his hand out to Adam. Once the monitor beeped, Jay swore lowly. “It’s 487.” Jay mumbled, pulling out his phone. He pressed it to his ear as Adam monitored the pulse ox.
“Jay?” Nat asked as soon as she picked up. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Y/n. 61 is on the way, but I need a room cleared and prepped. She’s in DKA.” Jay explained, running a hand through his hair.
“Is she conscious?” Nat asked, moving to April and Maggie to whisper the urgent need she had.
“No. She threw up and she passed out. We’ve been on a stake out and then a bust. Her monitor probably broke during the bust, so we had no idea. She’s been struggling with her sugar the last couple of days, but now she’s at 487.” Jay quickly explained, thankful that Brett ran in has he spoke. “ Brett’s here. We should be landing in 20.” Jay said, not waiting for a reply as he locked eyes with Brett’s movements.
“Hey Y/n? Can you hear me?” Brett asks, turning you over slightly, using Jay’s lap to tilt you enough to do a sternum rub. You groan and Brett relaxes some. “She’s not coming out of this. We gotta load her up and get h-“ Brett stops as you tense up, immediately being thrown into a seizer.
“Oh fuck.” Jay gasps, rolling you completely on your side as Voight leans down to move your legs into a more stable position and lightly holds them there.
“Vi, I need the med kit in the locker rooms now!” Sylvie says into her radio. “Everyone else that is not helping, please clear the room. We need space.” Brett instructs, leaning over to make sure your airway is clear and to check the pulse ox that is still on your finger. “Vitals are mostly fine. Elevated for obvious reasons, but not dangerous. I’m going to give her meds to stop the seizer if it continues. Let’s see if she can ride it out first.” Brett says, not wanting to pump you with anything knowing that you have weird drug reactions.
Jay nods and sits back, a hand lightly in your side to keep you there. He mutters soft reassurance in your general direction has tears quietly roll down his face. He’s never seen you this bad before.
“Oh God.” Violet says as she walks into the room. “Here.” She hands Brett a saline bag and a IV kit before she leans down to recheck your stats and airway.
After roughly 45 seconds, the seizer stops. You go completely lax under Jay and Voights’ hand. Your breathing is erratic, but the pulse ox results aren’t causing any other alarms.
“Sargent. Get Ruzek to grab the stair chair. It’s in the lobby next to the watchman’s desk.” Violet says, taking the prepped saline bag from Brett and standing, putting pressure on it to speed up the process and get you rehydrated.
——PRESENT——
Everything else is a blur. Now, as you open your eyes to various voices and bright lights, you do your best to lay still. Everything feels wrong. You immediately feel anxious and start to reach for the mask over your face.
“Hey hey hey. No baby.” Jay says, immediately taking your hand and gently lowering it back to your chest. “Hey. Look at me. I’m here sweetheart.” Jay says, brushing your hair back from your face and gently coaxing you as the heart monitor starts to pick up.
You open your eyes and look around. You are clearly in one of the icu rooms at med. You can see Nat and Will exchanging words outside your room as they glance between you and their computers.
“Baby?” Jay calls, grabbing your attention.
You slowly turn to Jay, locking eyes with him as he finally comes into view. You squint against the light, but Jay leans further over to block the assault.
“Hey you. Welcome back.” Jay whispers, tears threatening to spill.
“W-wha-“ you try to say, clearing your throat.
“Hang on.” Jay says, reaching for the water next to your bed and carefully helping you sit up and take a few cautious sips as he pulls the oxygen mask to the side. Once your done, he places the water aside and immediately replaces the oxygen mask.
“What happened?” You ask, clearing your throat from what feels like disuse or sickness.
“Well you went into DKA. You got sick in the locker rooms and we had to call 61 to transport you. You had two seizers and stopped protecting your airway so they had to intervene. You’ve been out for 48 hours. Your in the ICU at Med.” Jay explained, soothing your hair back as he speaks.
Your eyes widen, staring at Jay as you process what he just said. “H-how?” You ask, wracking your brain. You haven’t had an episode this bad in years. They don’t happen with the monitor.
“Your monitor broke during the raid. We knew your sugars had been out of wack, but since you weren’t attached to the monitor, we had no clue how high it got until you went down.” Jay explained, squeezing your hand that you slipped into his.
You slowly nodded. That made sense. Now you had just one more question. “When can I go home?” You whispered, looking at Jay with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could.
Jay chuckled. He knows you hate hospitals as much as him. “Soon enough baby. Soon enough.” Jay promises, leaning up to kiss your forehead.
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☕hot chocolate: for jay halstead, please and thank you!
AH!! A piping hot chocolate coming right up m'dear!!!
You purred happily as Jay's hands ran up and down your back and shoulders, the smell of eucalyptus oil filling every corner of your shared bedroom. It had been far too long since you had proper alone time with your husband, but now, you vowed to savor every little second of it.
You moaned a little, arching your hips as he ran his hands over your bare ass, trailing to your puss from behind. Your moans pitched a little as he slipped two fingers in, rubbing sweet little circles around those sensitive little spots.
"Takin me well aren't you?" he purred in your ear before he kissed your cheek.
"Don't stop," you pleaded. "Please Jay, please don't stop."
"Oh don't you worry sweetheart," he assured you. "I don't plan to."
Jay, ever the gentleman, slid another pillow underneath you for extra support, barely stopping what he was doing. You rutted your hips right into the pillow as he started again, burying your face in the pillow to stifle your moans.
"Oh woah! Holy shit sweetheart!" Jay laughed.
Slowly and carefully, so as not to hurt you, Jay drew his fingers out of your puss, in complete awe of how hard you had come. He cleaned himself off, washing his hand carefully before leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek.
"You're fuckin amazing," he chuckled.
"And you're a wizard," you answered laughingly. "Put a fuckin spell right on me with that one."
Jay laughed as he kept rubbing your sore and tired muscles. This was definitely going to be an interesting night.
Jay Halstead || 6x03