#chicago fire one shot

[winchesterszvonecek]

"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."

Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader

Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+

Prompt: “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]

A/N: went with matt bc i don’t have much for him

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You’d never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.

And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.

Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.

“When we get home…” Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.

Again.

His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise he’d never be able to actually get his teasing words out.

“Fuck…” Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

“Why wait? Why not do it now?” You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You didn’t know if you’d have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldn’t have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.

“You want me to fuck you now?” Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. “Want me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me, baby.” You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.

Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.

“Fuck, Matt…” You couldn’t help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. “God, please fuck me… Let me feel that huge cock inside me.”

You knew he couldn’t resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.

Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.

“Forget waiting.” Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. “I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy now.”

You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didn’t think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.

You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.

“You ready, baby?” He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.

The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldn’t see straight.

You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.

You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.

Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though he’d just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.

“Same time next shift?”

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[procrastinatorimagines]

Jealousy

Fandom: Chicago Fire / Chicago PD

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader, Kelly Severide x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 629

Request: request : dating jay halstead but severide is your ex and jay gets jealous

Some people think it's weird to be friends with your ex, but you disagreed. Some exes, such, but people like Kelly Severide? Nah, you didn't see it.

You and Kelly had dated years ago and separated amicably, and you'd been good friends ever since. He talked to you about Stella, you talked to him about Jay, to you it was normal. It sometimes bothered Jay though, when you and Kelly would have in jokes or conversations about your history and past, not that he'd tell you that.

It's not like you could forget everything about each other when you split, and Jat knew it was irrational, he trusted you, so he tried not to let it show, but it did bug him.

Like in Molly's after a very long shift, you were both sat with Kelly and Cruz as Cruz discussed the tattoo he was thinking of getting in memory of Otis, his friend, and his son.

"I think it's a great idea," you told him with a sincere smile, putting your hand on the arm he had resting on the table as Jay nodded his agreement.

"You have something similar, for your old college friend that passed," Kelly mentioned casually, gesturing with his beer to where you were sat. You nodded and the conversation carried on, with Cruz asking how you settled on the image, but Jay wasn't really paying attention.

It was so little, it shouldn't have bothered him, but he'd had a long day, so he excused himself from the booth at Molly's about getting an early one before next shift and headed out.

Kelly and Cruz didn't give it a second thought after they bid goodnight, but you couldn't help watch Jay as he left, a troubled look on your face before you excused yourself too and went after him.

"Jay!" You called after him when you exited the bar, noticing him from behind instantly. He stopped in his tracks, not turning but letting you catch up with him.

"Hey, what's up?" You asked, a hand on his forearm as you walked around him so that you were face to face.

"Nothing," he tried unconvincingly, knowing you weren't buying it either.

You tilted your head at him, a look on your face that told him as much without uttering a word. You faced off for a few seconds before he relented and sighed, eyes moving from yours.

"I just..." he tried to find the right words to explain without coming off douchey, "sometimes it just gets to me a little, seeing you and Kelly together," he admitted.

You laughed at the absurdity but he winced, looking a little hurt. Shaking your head you stopped.

"Baby, there's nothing between me and Kelly anymore," you told him, "we realised we were better off as friends, and we have been ever since, there's nothing for you to be jealous of."

"I know, I know, I do," Jay insisted, "it's just, I didn't know that, what he said about your tattoo, and I guess it just stung a little that he did."

You nodded but didn't say anything, so he continued. "I'm not trying to be one of those guys who tells you who you should be friends with and gets super jealous..." He explained, feeling like an idiot for even bringing it up, it's why he never had before.

"You can't control your feelings Jay, and I'd rather you tell me than let it fester," you said, putting a hand to his cheek, "but there really is nothing to worry about."

"I know," he told you genuinely, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

"I love you," you told him forcefully, making sure he knew it.

"I know," he chuckled, kissing you softly, "I love you too."

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[taliaaurora]

It's just a dance

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing.

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You couldn't avoid rolling your eyes as you watched Dawson dancing with Casey in the middle of the ballroom. CFD was throwing a charity event, and since your boyfriend was the Captain at 51, he dragged you here with him. You knew Dawson would be here, but you didn't expect her to stick around Casey the way she did.

As you made your way to the bar, hoping a glass of dry whiskey would ease your nerves, you noticed a familiar figure sitting on one of the stools.

"Tell me about prison." You said, leaning on the bar and catching Halstead's attention.

"... Why?" He smiled, letting a short laugh fall through his lips. You turned around, leaning your back on the bar, and stared at the crowd, your eyes fixing on the two firefighters dancing happily around the room. Halstead turned around and saw what was making you so mad.

"Because I'm probably going to be going there in a bit and I want to know what to expect." You finally confessed, before taking a seat on the stool and resting your arms on the counter. Turning to your friend, you shook your head in disbelief and whispered through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna kill that bitch. I swear to you-…" You stopped on your tracks once you felt a warm hand brushing your shoulder. Before you could turn around to see who it was, you felt a warm breath over you ear.

"Babe, c'mon." Casey whispered, pulling your hand. "I want to spent the rest of the night dancing with you."

"Why?" You quickly turned around to face him. "Is Dawson busy??" You mocked, flashing a fake smile.

"No, but I don't wanna dance with Dawson. I wanna dance with you." His hand traveled up to your cheek and he used his thumb to caress it. "I know you don't like Dawson, but she's my friend. She just asked me for a dance, there's nothing wrong about that . Babe, come on..." He leaned down for a kiss but you pulled back.

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong about dancing with a friend." You smiled, taking Halstead's hand in yours and pulling him off the stool. "So you don't mind if I spend the rest of the night dancing with Jay, right!?" You flashed Casey a smiled before disappearing in the middle of the crowd, dragging Halstead with you.

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[deanstead]

Better

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: yes, by @afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff

Summary: After a particularly bad day, Matt is there to help.

Word Count: 751

Warnings: none

A/N: To my wonderful Harm, I hope you like this! This is kind of a in-between length but still too long for a drabble so here's a short one-shot!

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“Babe?”

Matt’s voice traveled into the apartment the both of you now shared, his voice going up a little in concern by the silence that greeted him so he looked back up at the clock on the wall.

Matt was later than he’d planned. He was supposed to have been back at least an hour ago but he’d been delayed by the construction project he was working on. But even when he was late, you never got mad enough that you’d ignore him walking through the door.

You sat up from the couch when you heard his voice, sweeping your palm across your cheek to try to swipe off any traces of what you’d been doing curled up on the couch but you knew it was useless. Matt took one look at your face and your eyes that were still a little red, a frown forming on his face.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, trying a smile which felt insincere even though you couldn’t see yourself.

Matt moved forward, dropping whatever he was carrying right in the middle of the floor and heading towards you to wrap you into his arms without saying anything.

“I’m fine.” You protested weakly, even though you felt the tears bubble up to the surface again as Matt made contact with you, his arms slinging over your body and pushing you against him reassuringly.

You felt Matt lean in closer and you gave a small sigh against him, looping your arms around his torso, fitting yourself into where you knew you fit perfectly.

“Ready to talk?” Matt asked after a moment.

You knew from the moment Matt’s expression changed when he caught sight of you that you couldn’t avoid it anyway but that didn’t stop you from trying. “Dinner’s getting cold.” You tried changing the subject but Matt was having none of it.

“Y/N.”

You sighed, finally pulling out from his embrace just a little so you could look up at him, before you nodded.

The both of you climbed onto the couch, Matt resting his arm along the back of the couch while you sat cross-legged facing him, just a little gap between the both of you.

You looked down now, playing with your fingers as you recounted what had happened that day at work - how the project you’d been working on had finally been starting to look up and how the moment there was a breakthrough your colleague had swooped in to take all the credit. And as if that wasn’t enough, you’d stopped her from making a huge mistake but somehow you found yourself taking the blame for the close shave.

The anger mixed in with the unjust feelings of being blamed for something that had nothing to do with you, and you felt the prick of angry tears once again.

“I mean, if it was my mistake, fine. I’d have owned up to it and I’d take the responsibility for it, but this is…”

“A whole load of crap.” Matt finished your sentence for you, reaching in to cup the side of your face and swiping away the tear that was streaking down your cheek now.

You glanced up at him. “Nothing new, just me trusting the wrong people again.” You let out a sigh.

Matt scooted closer, pulling an arm around you and gently pulling you into his chest once again. “And that’s on them. Not you.”

“I know.” You whispered. “I just hate feeling this way.”

Matt pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You shook your head, readjusting yourself to a more comfortable position while remaining tucked into his embrace. “Thank you.”

You heard Matt let out a gentle hum and you smiled softly. “You do make everything better.” You whispered.

You turned your head up to look at him and Matt leaned down to press a kiss gently onto your lips. “Feeling better now that you’ve gotten it all out?”

You shook your head. “I felt better the moment you walked through that door.”

Matt smiled, pressing a small kiss just to the tip of your nose, before your stomach growled.

You closed your eyes, letting out a small groan as Matt let out a small chuckle. “Come on, let’s get some food in you.”

You pulled yourself off Matt to let him get up and he stuck his hand out towards you. You threaded your fingers through his and smiled, knowing that no matter what, things would be okay.

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[specialagentsoftie]

Home for the New Year | s.b.

Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Fem!Reader Requested: nopee jk yes kinda? Warnings: mentions death, previous bad relationship, angst Word count: 2.9k ish A/N: idk if anyone reads for Sylvie anymore but i had this written for ages (like... last new years) so might as well post it.

The flood of emotions hit Sylvie like a truck the second she got back to the firehouse. Her tears were uncontrollable as they streamed down her cheeks. Running into the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face to try and calm down.

She slumped back against the lockers in the changing room and let herself slide to the ground. The cold floor drove a chill up her spine. Her face was buried in her arms as the tragic events of the morning ran through her head.

The paramedic was in shock. The adrenaline was wearing off and what was left was only devastation. She knew she couldn’t save everyone, but she really thought she could save this one.

He was just 7 years old, a kid. He was somebody’s baby and they couldn’t help him.

The rest of the firehouse could tell how bad the shift was by the way the paramedics carried themselves out of their ambulance. There was an air of sadness around them, the kind of aura that could only mean a particularly devastating call.

Typically the she would have called you by now, but as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t.

She had no right to come running into your arms whenever she was sad, or hurt, or scared because you and Sylvie had been broken up for a few weeks. It felt like years, but things were different these days and you weren’t hers, not anymore.

Your impending departure had meant for an inevitable end to your relationship, but you had to go.

You had to go for the career you spent a better half of your life pursuing. There wasn’t anyone else who could do what you did and Sylvie didn’t want you to choose her over your job because there wasn’t a choice to be made. You worked so hard for it.

The two of you talked about long distance because what you had with Sylvie shouldn’t have to end, not like this… but she’d gone through the time differences and the conficting schedules before and it was hard. It was harder than anything she’d ever done.

As much as you loved each other, Sylvie wasn’t sure she could survive another round of that, only for it to end exactly like it would if everything just stopped now. That’s what happened last time, so who’s to say history wouldn’t repeat itself?

They called you at noon, after she'd been in the bathroom for half an hour already. Sev and Stella had both been giving you updates on how Sylvie was doing and you were more then grateful for it. Sylvie was the most resilient, capable person you knew, but you also knew her better than anyone.

You knew how she was when things got tough, not wanting to burden others with her problems. You also knew that she wasn’t going to tell you how much she was hurting, not after the breakup. Even so, she had friends and people who loved her at 51.

They were there for her when she needed it, but at her breaking point, what she needed was you.

“Hey, sunshine. You ok? ”

Sylvie’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, her head snapped up and there was a wild look on her face as she looked around the room for you.

Hearing you use her nickname hurt more than she thought it would, but when she saw you standing there, leaning against the doorframe... Your arms were crossed and your head tilted with concern, it was almost enough to make her forget you were even broken up.

“Shoot, Y/N.” Sylvie stammered, standing up quickly and rubbing the tears from her face. She didn’t want you to see her like this. "What are you doing here?"

She had to take a deep breath to steel herself from the effect you had on her. It didn’t work. It never worked. You always broke through her walls and defenses.

“Kelly called me. He was worried about you, Syl.”

“I— He shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sorry for making you come down here and fuss over me.” Sylvie clasps her hands together to stop their shaking and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. "I know you’re busy, you can go back to work. I’m fine."

“Everything is fine,” she mumbles, and it was almost like she was trying to convince herself of that instead of you.

“Syl…” Your voice was quiet as you took a step towards the blonde. She looked so small against and it broke your heart.

The closer you got to Sylvie, the harder it became for her to maintain her brave face. She wanted so badly to just fall into your arms and cry for the next 10 minutes. She wanted you to hold her like you always did and everything would be ok.

She could hardly breathe when you stop right in front of her and time stood still.

"Breathe," you whispered as you took her hands, pulling them apart and squeezing them with your own. Sylvie took such a shaky breath that it might as well been a gasp for air.

“Sweetheart, why didn't you call me?”

“You know why. I wanted to, but—” You watched as Sylvie dropped her head and avoided your gaze, stray strands of blonde hair falling in front of her face. One of your hands leaves hers to tuck them back behind her ear.

“Look at me, Sylvie.” Your hand returns back to your ex-girlfriend’s hands and you give them gentle tug. "Look at me.”

She does reluctantly, and you can’t help but admire how gorgeous she looked. Her eyes were rimmed with red, brows furrowed, a frown on her face, and just as beautiful as she was the day you first met.

“You can always come to me, always. Even if we’re not together anymore, if you need me, I’m here. That’s never going to change, ok?"

“I can’t do this anymore… being without you,” Sylvie admitted, her lip quivering as she spoke. Her eyes were glassy and you could tell that she was mere seconds from falling apart.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s ok,” you coo as you pulled her into your arms, her face burrowing into your neck. You feel her shake her head against you and tears began to wet your shirt. Things didn’t feel ok.

“We’ll be ok.” You’re peppering kisses to the side of Sylvie’s head as you held her, gently running your fingers through her soft hair.

“You still want to be with me?” Her voice was quiet, and weak. You knew how tired she was.

Sure, she was physically tired, but the turbulent relationships of her past had taken so much of her. Sylvie was beginning to think that she wasn’t cut out for love… and then she met you.

You, who grounded her and made her feel steady. You, the only one she had ever been sure of, but she wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe you didn’t love her like you used to.

The little voice in the back of her head was telling her that she couldn’t handle this kind of life, it was telling her that she was nothing without him — just like he’d said so many times before. It had been years since she left him and he couldn’t have been more wrong, but sometimes Sylvie fell into old habits. She was so strong, but everyone needs someone.

She usually had you to chase the intrusive thoughts away.

“Of course I do, sweetheart. Hey…” you murmured, lifting her chin so she’d look at you again. “I’m not him."

“I— I know, but… you don’t think I’m being crazy?” she stammered. “You don’t think I’m—"

“No, love. No, you’re not being crazy at all. I miss you too. I miss you so much that it hurts.”

“Really?”

“Really… I know long distance is hard— “

“Y/N…” Before she got another word out, your hands are cupping Sylvie’s face and pressing your lips to hers. You feel her tears on your cheeks as she moved impossibly closer to you.

“Hey...I love you so, so much. I really think we can do this,” you murmured as your forehead rested against hers. "We belong together." Sylvie nods ever so slightly, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths.

Before you broke apart to let the paramedic get back to work, you’re whispering in her hair. “I’m gonna come back to you. I promise.”

You and Sylvie made long distance work for three months before the holidays rolled around. Despite the many weeks of missed calls and conflicting schedules, you always tried to make time for your girl.

The blonde kept up a cheerful facade during work, making sure her personal life wasn’t getting in the way, but her weary sighs at the end of every shift… They meant she was going home to an empty apartment. Again.

The worst of it was learning that you weren’t going to make it home for Christmas. That in itself was utterly devastating for Sylvie. The holidays were the one thing she was looking forward to because she thought it meant she could see you. She offered to come fly out, but you were going to be so busy that it would be a wasted trip.

The news that you weren’t going to make it for New Year’s either was… just great. How much more could she take?

It hurt when every suggestion she made to visit was shot down by you, and Sylvie was beginning to wonder if it was even worth it.

What if the stars didn't align? What if they were never going to?

Little did she know, it was all because you had spent the last two months figuring out a way to come back to her.

After many meetings, phone calls, pitches, and business dinners, you were coming home. Starting January 10th, you would be the new liaison officer for both your district and another — headquartered in Chicago.

The plan was for Sylvie to spend Christmas and the New Year with her firehouse family this year. Typically, the two of you would cuddle up in front of the fireplace for a cozy night in, but you weren’t going to be able to make it back in time, no matter how hard you tried and you didn’t want your girlfriend to spend the day by herself.

That’s what you told her, at least.

All of 51 banded together to make this holiday season special at Molly's, but it was devastating for Sylvie that you weren’t going to be a part of it. It wouldn’t be the same. Nevertheless, she tried to enjoy the party as best she could. At least she was around people she loved and who loved her too.

They all did a wonderful job at keeping your secret and Sylvie was none the wiser. Everything was falling into place perfectly.

Although she was going to return home alone that night, it made her heart lighter knowing that in a few days, she’d be in your arms.

At 11 pm on New Years Eve, after another party at Molly's, Sylvie unlocked her front door with a groan and stumbled inside. I am so exhausted, she thought to herself. Why the hell did I stay the entire time…

She almost didn’t see the object on her kitchen table that wasn’t there when she left for the bar a few hours earlier.

A chill shot through her spine as she walked closer to the table and she realized it was a package. A package from you.

Sylvie couldn’t stop her hands from trembling as she picked up the box, tearing up as she saw her name scribbled in the corner. The handwriting was yours, she’d recognize it anywhere.

Her heart pounded as she tore the delicate wrapping paper off of the package, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

Underneath was a box and a white business card resting on top of it, a golden ribbon tying everything together.

It took all of Sylvie’s control to undo the bow and hold the card steady enough to read the tiny text. There was your name, your district, and your position, but in the corner were two words that made her gasp out loud.

Chicago, Illinois

You were coming home.

A strangled sob escaped Sylvie’s lips as she let her head fall back to stare at the ceiling for a moment, taking everything in. This was all she wanted this year. She wanted you back, back where you belong.

There were tears pricking her eyes, but with a deep, shaky inhale, she pulled herself together enough to get through the rest of your gift.

The cream colored velvet box was all that was left. The gold lettering sparkled on the lid as Sylvie read what it said, running her fingers over the soft material.

Loving you is a wonderful way to spend a lifetime…

Her heart lurched at the words as she thought about you spending the holidays alone, in a new city. She missed you more than anything.

As Sylvie carefully removed the lid, her eyes widened upon seeing what was inside. It was a key. Her brow furrowed as the confusion set in — it couldn’t be a key to your apartment. You moved out of that apartment, she even helped you pack up your things.

“Wha—?” she whispered to herself, but a quiet voice from behind interrupted her thoughts.

“Move in with me.”

The world stood still. She knew that voice. The blonde gripped the box in her hand impossibly tight, worried she would drop everything in shock. She turned on her heels to see you standing at her doorway with a huge smile on your face. Not a moment later, she was running into your waiting arms.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Sylvie choked out as she pulled away to look at you again. She had to make sure you were real and she wasn’t dreaming. “I thought you said you couldn’t make it.”

“I had to surprise you, didn’t I?” You’re laughing as she squeezed you as hard as she could. Her jewelry was digging into your skin, but you didn’t care. “I missed you.”

“You’re here,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by your shirt.

"So? What do you say, Sylvie Brett? Will you move in with me?”

“I— Wait, where? What? You— “ Sylvie shook her head, trying to clear her jumbled thoughts. It brings a smile to your face and a chuckle falls from your lips. “You have a new place? Already? Since when?”

“Well… I was hoping it would be our new place. And as for when… it’s been a couple weeks in the making… 5 to be exact.”

“That was over a month ago, Y/N!” Sylvie gasped, not sure if she should be concerned or shocked as to why you didn’t tell her.

“I know, and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, but it had to be a surprise. Plus, it's really damn hard to get a house these days. Let’s just say I was very determined to get this place in particular.”

You pulled something out of your pocket and handed it to your girlfriend.

“Wait, what is this?”

Sylvie stared at the key in her hand and then at the photo you just gave her. It was the house.

You had bought the house that Sylvie had fallen in love with on the outskirts of Chicago. She knew she loved it the second she saw it on the way to work one day, many years ago. You never forgot.

It was the house she’d always dreamed of having — one that was close enough to her job, cozy, and with a huge yard for kids or dogs. The two of you would often take the long way just to admire it before work.

Just when Sylvie thought she couldn’t love you any more than she already did, you always seemed to make her fall even harder.

Her hands were trembling as the reality of your surprise settled in and her eyes shined as she looked back up at you.

She just couldn’t believe what was happening. She couldn’t believe you were home and she definitely couldn’t believe that you had this big surprise all planned out for weeks. It was just like you, though, to completely change her life like this, again.

“So I take it that’s a yes?”

“Yes! Oh my god, I— yes. Sorry, I’m babbling,” Sylvie blushed as she let out a teary laugh. “I just love you so damn much Y/N Y/L/N."

“I love you more,” you cheesed, knowing that your plan had worked perfectly.

As the clock struck midnight, with Sylvie’s lips pressed against yours, everything was as it should be for the first time in months.

You told her you’d come back to her, and you did.

The rest of the night was one of the happiest you’d had in a very long time. You and Syl curled up together on the couch, catching up on your favorite shows and the episodes you’d missed while you were away.

“Hey… Y/N?”

“Yeah, babe?” you mused as your attention was pulled away from the TV.

”How did you break into my apartment?”

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[keanureevesisbae]

Peter Mills x fem!reader

Summary: When your sphinx cat gets stuck in a tree, firefighter Peter Mills saves the unusual creature.

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: None

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Your sphinx cat Imogen isn’t allowed to go outside. Normally, you were very precise with the way you left the windows open, the nets in front of it so she couldn’t escape. But somehow she managed to turn into Houdini and got out.

The best part about this story: you know where she is.

The worst part is: the little idiot got stuck in a tree.

To call the fire department was your only option and you saw Truck 81 of the CFD arrive not long after you called them. You made your way over to truck, hearing poor little Imogen cry out. She was an indoor cat. You had no idea how she managed to get out there, but your cat had managed to do so.

‘You called?’ one of the fire fighters asked. You had seen him on television a few times. If you remembered correctly, his name was lieutenant Casey or something like that.

‘Yes, I’m so sorry to bother you. I just am so afraid. My cat… She’s stuck in that tree.’

He nodded. ‘Well, we’ll help her out. What color is she?’

‘Well, yeah, there’s a thing,’ you start. ‘Imogen is a sphinx cat, so she’s mainly pink, but because it’s so cold, even in my apartment, she’s wearing a brownish colored sweater.’ You could see the firefighter was a little overwhelmed by the information. ‘Please don’t laugh at me.’

Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but let out a tiny laugh. ‘That’s a first,’ he notes, ‘but she’ll be easy to spot. How’s she with people?’

‘I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘She can be okay with people, but she’s not an outdoor cat, so there’s a possibility she’ll freak out.’

‘This sounds like a job for the candidate,’ he says. ‘Candidate!’

‘Yes lieutenant?’ 

Of course they’d send the hottest fire fighters to solve the cat problem you’ve got going on, but this so called candidate was the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. 

‘There’s a sphinx cat named Imogen in that tree. Good luck.’ Lieutenant Casey slapped him on his shoulder and the candidate looked up.

Right at that time, Imogen meowed loudly.

Then the candidate looked at you and smiled. ‘I’ve got this covered,’ he told you. ‘Imogen will be alright.’

He climbed in the tree with a certain ease. In a soft voice he said: ‘Hi Imogen.’

The answer was a loud meow. You could see through the branches the way your sphinx cat nearly leaped in his arms and he cuddled her in his jacket. Carefully he climbed down and when he hit the ground, you made your way over to him.

Her cute head poked out of his coat. ‘Hi baby,’ you cooed, tears burning in your eyes. ‘Don’t be so stupid again, okay? You are not made for the outside world.’

The candidate handed you Imogen and you quickly checked her, thankfully not a scratch on her. 

‘You scared the shit out of me, so please don’t do it again.’ You kissed her face and was met with a meow. 

The candidate placed his hand on her little head. ‘She’s quite the cutie,’ he admitted. ‘Never thought I’d say that about a sphinx cat.’

‘Why not?’ 

‘Well, they look like cats, without the hair. Kinda freaked me out, but Imogen is a sweetheart.’

You chuckled. ‘Yeah, she’s great. Thank you for saving her.’

‘It’s my job, ma’am.’ He saw how Imogen was shivering and said: ‘Go back inside, she needs to warm up.’

‘Yeah, you’re right. Thanks once again.’

’Pleasure’s all mine,’ he said, patting Imogen one more time. ‘Stay indoors, Imogen.’

‘Meow.’

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It’s been a few days since the Candidate saved your cat, so you naturally wanted to thank him. After you locked your house safely, so Imogen couldn’t escape anymore. You found out truck 81 belonged to firehouse 61. 

You made your way over and walked inside. 

‘Hello miss,’ the man with the bluest eyes you’ve ever said. ‘How can I help you?’

‘Hi, I’m looking for the guy who saved my cat a few days back.’

‘Well, we had a busy week, because we saved three cats over the course of a few days. What color was he?’

‘She was a naked sphinx cat.’

Instantly he knew what case you were talking about. ‘I see,’ he says. ‘You need Mills, our candidate. He’s in the back. Allow me to show you the way.’

‘Thank you.’

You followed him inside and the firefighter said: ‘Yo candidate, you have visitor.’

The handsome candidate looked up from the stove (which you thought was odd) and smiled when he recognized you. ‘Hey,’ he said, a crooked smile on his face. He dried his hands and walked over to you, placing a hand on your arm, as he lead you away from the nosy firefighters. ‘What’s up?’

‘I just wanted to thank you for the other day. I’m really glad she’s okay, thanks to you. I know this will never repay for what you did, but here.’ You handed him some cookies in a nice little jar. ‘I don’t know if you like this, but I wanted to do something.’

‘I love these, thanks. You really didn’t have to.’

‘Imogen is my baby,’ you admitted. ‘I’d probably die if I would’ve lost her.’

He smiled. ‘I understand. She’s really cute though.’

You looked at your watch and said. ‘I’ve gotta go now, however… If Imogen sneaks out again and climbs a tree, I’ll be calling Firehouse 61 again.’

He nods. ‘Good to know. I’m Peter Mills by the way.’

‘I’ll ask for you if it happens again,’ you chuckled. 

You walked away and made your way to the exit, when he caught up. ‘Wait, please,’ he said. ‘If I can have your number, I can… We can… Hang out. If you want of course.’ He rambled on, but then shook his head. ‘No wait, I’m sorry. I’m overstepping.’

 ‘No,’ you said, way too quick, because you were glad he’d chased you down. ‘I’d love to. I know Imogen would love it. She really did well with you.’

‘Cool,’ he says. ‘I really liked her as well.’

‘When does your shift end?’ you asked.

‘Tomorrow at seven in the morning,’ he said. 

‘Wanna have breakfast?’

He nodded. ‘I’m down for that. Only if I can see Imogen afterwards.’

You smiled. ‘That can be arranged, Peter Mills.’

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[sjhhemmings]

Hi i hope you're doing ok, i was just wondering if you could do a Matt Casey x reader where the reader is in a wheelchair from an accident and she comes to 51 for the first time since the accident

Fighter

Matt Casey x Reader

a/n: thanks so much for the request! I hope this is what you were looking for!!

warning: fluffy

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back? We can wait if you aren’t ready-”

“I’m ready. I can’t be trapped in these four walls for another day.” You call back to your husband as you finish your hair.

“Okay. How do I look?” You ask rolling yourself into the living room to show your him.

“Absolutely perfect.” He says bending down to kiss your cheek.

Once you arrive at the firehouse, you had Matt push you up the apparatus. You weren’t feeling uneasy until now. Nervous butterflies littering your stomach.

“Wait.” You say making your husband stop once you’ve made it in the garage.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“What are they going to think?” You mutter quietly looking up at him.

Bending down on one knee, Matt combs his fingers through your hair.

“That you’re a fighter. One of the bravest most stubborn people we know. Only you would be able to come out of an accident that left you with a 5% chance of survival. Then the first thing you do after only being home for a week from the hospital, is come back to the place your passion first started? You’re a fighter, Y/N.” He says placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you. I’m ready.” You say with a deep breath.

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[kiddbegins]

You can take it - Matt Casey [18+]

Requested: yes

Word count: 3,072

Warnings:… smut [teasing, degrading, praise, overstimulation, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it), brief oral - f receiving, dirty talk, lots of begging..], cocky!matt 🫠

A/n: ohhhh my gooooood

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Laying in bed with your boyfriend was the best part of your day. Always was. Especially when you just wanted to feel him around you in every way possible. Currently he had his arm under your neck, hand properly in your hair, just absentmindedly carding it through his fingers.

The opposite arm was resting on your hip, hand intertwined with yours as you let out a soft sigh. “You know what would look,” You started, pulling his hand just slightly up your side. Matt hummed faintly, glancing down at you regardless of the fact he couldn’t see your face. “Really good around my neck?”

For some reason just feeling Matt’s skin against yours had arousal bubbling in your abdomen, shifting just slightly to look up at him. His eyebrows were pulled together, eyes locked into yours. Gently you pulled at his fingers, the realization hitting on his face, “Oh-” In all honesty, he’d never even thought about choking.

Sure, he’d seen it done plenty of times in the porn he’d seen, but actually doing it? That was a different level. But as you nodded, dropping his hand and leaning over him to kiss him, he decided that he would do literally anything you wanted.

Not that that wasn’t already true. He’d find a way to walk on water if you had asked him to. But now, as your lips locked onto his, the roughness grew until he couldn’t stand being underneath you anymore.

Easily he flipped you onto your back, fingers trailing over your hips and up your sides. Matt slipped his hand under the loose shirt of his that you had on, “God you look so good in my clothes.” He muttered, leaving small marks from your jaw and down your neck that were certainly going to be there tomorrow.

That was his thing, he loved making sure everyone that worked with you knew that just because you were a bartender at a club didn’t mean you were free for them to grab at. You were taken and by a guy that would not hesitate to break someone’s face in for you.

“I think I look better without them,” You whispered in his ear, hearing the deep breath he sucked in. As smoothly as he could, he lifted the t-shirt, pulling it off and throwing it blindly to the side, face immediately going to your cleavage.

Now, you weren’t exactly cursed with a small chest and Matt would gladly live in the valley of your breasts if he could. One of his hands lifted, massaging one of them, his lips trailing underneath the other before they caught onto the nipple.

If he had the chance to get his mouth on you he took it and you adored every second of it. “Matt…” Your voice was breathy, back lifting into his touch as he softly sucked, a whine making its way through your lips.

Matt shifted himself between your legs, nudging them apart with his knee. Without much thinking you bucked your hips down, craving some sort of friction on your heat that only he could give you. And he did, moving his own down, the bulge under his sweatpants rubbing across you.

It wasn’t enough though, your hands snaking their way down, pulling him back against you with a press on his lower back. “You got yourself all worked up haven’t you?” Matt hummed, pulling away to get his own shirt off, a hand sliding over your shoulder.

He knew where you wanted him to touch you. And he could almost tell how badly but instead Matt pulled away, standing to kick his sweatpants off. You figured he’d come right back to you but instead, he grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

A gasp slipped from your mouth as he leaned forward, kissing along your stomach before reaching your mouth again. “Now where did you want these?” He mumbled against your lips, ghosting his fingertips over every possible bit of open skin he could.

Down your sides, up your thighs, just barely touching your skin as he slid his palm up your stomach. Every ghost of a touch brought goosebumps to your body. “Matt please,” You pleaded, the only layers of clothing on either of you feeling like a tease all of its own.

“Please what princess? Touch you?” Matt’s eyebrow cocked up as he pulled your hips flush to the end of the mattress. “Cause I can touch you.” He just slowly pushed up, his barely covered length rubbing against the exact place you wanted, no, needed him.

You let out a whine, squirming slightly which did nothing but make him push you down by the waist. “Oh c’mon, you can take my teasing can’t you? You’re usually so good about it.” Matt dragged his palm down, gripping tightly at your upper thigh.

His thumb slid up the soaking piece of clothing you still had on, circling your clit just slightly before he pulled away. “Or are you feeling like a little slut tonight? I mean coming onto me about wanting my hand around your throat? Can’t get any worse than that.” Matt watched as your face twisted up, aching for anything more.

As soon as you tried to rock up against him he sighed, “I guess that answers that question, can barely use your words and you want me to believe you can take it tonight?” The cockiness that came out of him when he was horny was something nobody would ever believe.

This was Matt Casey, Lieutenant Matt Casey that was nothing but a leader and front man for his firefighters. But when he was with you? The nastiest words that came out of his mouth felt like they were getting spit right onto your cunt and he knew it.

God did he know how you got when he spoke to you the way he was. “I can.” You muttered, breath already heavy as you tried to control the way your body felt like it was burning. Matt tilted his head, lifting an eyebrow.

“What was that?” He leaned forward, knowing that him pressing against you was only working you up more but that’s exactly what he wanted. “You what?”

Thickly you swallowed, throbbing against him. “I can take it.” You reiterated, voice filled with desperation. “Please, Matt.” You bit at your lip, hands planted on the mattress next to you to keep from traveling down your own body.

Softly he hummed, fingers finally looping into the upper band of your underwear, just slightly pulling at them. “Oh you can?” Matt spoke, pulling the final layer off of you, hands instantly going right underneath the wetness.

You nodded instantly, his fingers inching closer to your entrance and it felt like if you had to wait any longer you’d explode. “Yes, yes I can, Matt just – fuck please.” Your pleading only did so much, the man obliging in the slightest as he let just his thumb land on the sweet spot you’d been dying for him to actually touch.

He barely moved it, painfully slowly encircling you. It was obvious from the look on your face that it wasn’t enough, that you wanted more and more but with Matt, the build up was what mattered the most.

“I could see how wet you are without even having to touch you, such a dirty girl,” He mumbled, leaning over you slightly, “Aren’t you?” His words were rhetorical, eyes moving down your body, soaking all of you in.

Matt sighed, slightly picking the pace up as he touched you, unsure how long he’d be able to hold off, his cock already aching and no doubt bright red as he worked you over. “Matt baby, please, I need you.”

Him touching you could only go so far, you wanted him deep and buried inside of you. “I’m not exactly done with you yet,” He was quick to respond, too busy enjoying the way you were practically squirming trying to get more friction.

That of course only made his other hand grip at your hip, tightly pushing it down, “Stay still or you won’t get anything that you want.” His threat pulled a whimper from you, fighting to stop your movements. “There you go, such a good slut for me, hm?” He hummed, rolling his thumb over you quicker as a slight reward.

Just as soon as he’d done that he fully pulled his hands away, instead shifting to kiss down your stomach, eyes up on your face as your breathing picked up. He knew how worked up you got with his mouth on you.

So it wasn’t that shocking that you felt his hot breath on your already aching skin followed by his tongue gliding through your slit. “Fuck–” Your breath caught, forcing your eyes shut to keep your body from lifting or even moving against the bed.

It wasn’t easy, each movement pushed you closer to breaking his one request. “Matt please,” You could barely focus on his movements, his tongue coming up to flick over your swollen and red bud. “I can’t–” A knot slowly built itself in your stomach, willing to be pushed over the edge.

But just like he knew what got to you, Matt always knew when you were close. So with one last kiss to your clit he stood again, the air now cold where his mouth had been. “I guess you’ve been good enough tonight,” He stated, slipping out of his boxers, finally letting himself free.

You couldn’t bite back the whine of desperation that grew as your eyes fell on his length. A smirk grew on his face as he stepped towards the end of the bed again. “Now, if I’m gonna give you what you want, you’re gonna give me what I want.” Matt trailed his fingers up you, cupping your cheek.

“Anything, just please fu–”

“Fuck you, I know baby, and I will, as long as you let everyone know who is fucking you.” He slid his hand from your face to the side of your neck, leaning down to kiss you. “Can you do that for me?” His voice was raspy, so filled with lust that you could have came untouched just hearing it in your ear.

Instantly you nodded, willing to agree to anything if it meant him in you. “Yes, yes, I can.” You didn’t have a chance to get anything else out, Matt slipping into you slowly, your head falling back.

A low groan built in Matt’s throat, having to still inside you to keep from busting right then and there. “God, you always feel so good around me.” He leaned his head down, just slightly rolling his hips forward.

“Matt–”

He shifted slightly, letting his hand splay on your chest, just inches from where you wanted it earlier, and where you still wanted it now. But of course he wasn’t going to give in that easily. And you could tell with each painstakingly slow thrust that he was going to take his time with this the same way as he did his teasing.

Your hands went up to his arm, squeezing, finding anyway to ground yourself to him that wasn’t in the way of pleasure forcing itself through your body. But his every touch made your skin burn, like it was all on fire.

You were a flame and he was the oxygen that kept it going. He didn’t seem to mind the way you let your other hand slide across your chest, just wanting to feel something more, anything. And your fingers trailing over your boobs did just that, a guttural moan escaping your mouth.

“Baby please go faster,” Your words were low but he heard them, just slightly building himself up, your legs hiking up around him. Each thrust felt like he was trying to get you over the edge but none did it, the feeling instead coercing through your veins.

His name was pulled out of you again, louder as his free hand lapped at your clit, slowly and in the opposite way his hips moved against yours. “You like that?” Matt looked down at you, twisting his fingers around you as he did. “When I touch you like this?” He cocked his eyebrow up.

“Y- yes, god so much.” Your words were mixed with moans as he sped up, unable to keep up the teasing thrusts, his own arousal building as he let out a heavy breath. “God, Matt, you’re–” You got cut off with a scream as he shifted, hitting that sweet spot right inside of you.

There was no way those living around you didn’t hear the way his name flew out of your mouth, hell, it’d be insane if they couldn’t hear the way your skin was slapping together. The slickness doing nothing but making it easier for him to slide in and out.

Just as you started to build up again, you looked up at Matt, grabbing his wrist. It wasn’t enough, you needed his hand. Matt wrapped it just enough around your throat, using the grasp to brace himself as he jutted forward harsher, your entire body shifting underneath him.

You gazed up at him, entire body overwhelmed as you grew closer and closer, “Tighter,” You moaned out, his name following as you felt his grip tighten just enough that you instantly clenched around him.

His name filled the room, moans mixing together with his as he worked you through it. “You just love when I have my hand around you, hm? Love being here for my own discretion?” Matt leaned forward, biting at your shoulder. “Being a dirty whore for me?”

You whimpered softly, nodding. How did you end up here? Casually saying that hey, your hand around my neck would be nice to him pumping into you so hard you knew you were going to be sore before the night was even over.

Not that you were complaining, every movement that he did made your heart race, one final squeeze of his hand officially sending you over the edge.

Every part of you shook, your heels digging into Matt’s lower back as you lifted slightly, being pushed back down as he continued into you.

There was no way he was one and doning you, no, he had plans now. And it was obvious from the way he didn’t stop, didn’t slow that he was sure he was going to get you through it more than once. More than twice. Maybe even more than three times.

And that just made your pussy ache more than it already was. You were already dripping and the whoreish sounds coming from both your body and mouth practically shoved Matt over the edge.

His voice was low as your name slipped like honey off of his lips, his face pressing to your skin as he fucked you through his own orgasm. His warmth filled you up and you didn’t even care that he hadn’t pulled out.

You didn’t care if this ended with you pregnant. All that mattered was how good everything felt. And god did it feel amazing. Matt’s thrusts only slightly slowed in an attempt to catch his breath, his hands still clamped onto you.

That’s the only reason you knew he wasn’t pulling out anytime soon. And that you were definitely in for at least a handful of more rounds.

“You feel so fucking good Matt Jesus—“ You groaned out loudly, face red as you reached up and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Your lips together always felt like someone set off fireworks and shoved you two together as they went off. Practically heaven on earth.

Plus when you were together at the same time? Matt was basically a fucking angel. Literally. He pulled back, pulling you up. “You still doing okay?” He whispered, making sure he wasn’t being too rough during all of this.

And he wasn’t. It was the perfect mixture of roughness that had you weak in the knees for him. And as you nodded he peppered an army of kisses over your face.

Gently he slid out of you, standing and holding out his hand to pull you to your feet. He was aware at how wobbly you were but in seconds you were pushed against the wall with his chest to your back, his arms wrapped around you tightly anyway.

His mouth left hot kisses over your shoulders, brushing your hair out of the way as he moved up to suck a mark onto your neck. “You’re so beautiful baby,” his words mumbled against your skin.

All you could do was hum, your body still sensitive as his hands caressed everywhere he could touch. “So, so beautiful.” Matt continued under his breath before pushing back into you.

A moan slid off his lips, reverberating on your skin as he trailed his hand back up your chest. “You have been doing…” a soft bite to the shoulder, “so good for me.” A firm thrust, his hand properly grabbing at your throat in time.

Your knees wobbled as you braced yourself to the wall, Matt’s thrusts almost bringing tears to your eyes. He relentlessly moved against you, holding onto you tightly, the exact way he knew you wanted.

Somehow the blonde was always, always so detail oriented. His fingers traced or touching exactly where they needed to, like he knew exactly what buttons to press to make you orgasm again and again.

Like how right now his grip was just tight enough that you were already building up a second time, the dopamine rushing through your veins. “Matt, Matt I’m already close I—“ Your word loud against the wall as his other hand snaked over your hips, holding you tautly to him.

“Go ahead princess,” He hummed, the breath on the back of your neck being the final nail as your knees buckled, vibrating against him as you fell into pieces under his touch.

Your eyes saw white as your orgasm crashed over you, forehead leaning onto the wall along with a string of profanities.

And he didn’t stop, face twisting up as he continued into you. “Matt-“

“You wanted this right? To cum oh so badly.” He hummed, the two of you ready for an incredibly long night that would have you aching for at least the next two days.

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[blondie20000]

Work and Play - Kelly Severide x Reader

"I got a present for you."

You look up and smile as Kelly handed you the parcel.

"You shouldn't have." You grinned. "Thank you Kel."

Kelly grins.

"Anything for you honey." He leans forward and kisses you on the cheek. "Go on." His eyes go on the parcel. "Open it."

You eagerly rip off the wrapping shredding it to bits. You then remove the lid.

You pause the lid still in your hand. Your smile turns into a frown. Your brows furrow as you put the lid down and scoop out of your present.

"Kel?"

He smiles.

"You like it?"

You raise the present.

"It's your jacket?"

"Turnout coat." He corrected you.

Your face screws up as you examine the item of clothing in your hands.

"But why?" You asked.

"The Chief ordered us a new batch he thought we all needed a freshen up." He shrugs. "I have to admit it's had it's days." He gestures at the worn out uniform. He then sighs. "We been to Hell and back." He rubs the coat with an affectionate manner. "This can tell some stories." A fond expression went across his face. "I wanted to share those stories with you."

"What like have it on display?"

He smiles.

"You are on the right track."

Your frown deepens as he takes the coat from you.

"But you will be the one who will display it."

He gives you a smirk. Your eyes widen with you realized what he meant.

"Oh..."

"Oh." He huffed a laugh. "That's all you can say?"

"Umm."

"Speechless huh?" He again laughed. "I'm glad I can still surprise you after all this time."

"You certainly have surprised me." Your eyes go on the coat. "You want me to wear that while we..."

"Make love to both my girl and my job." He again smirked. His face turned serious when you continued to frown. "But we don't have to." He quickly says. "It's entirely up to you I just...well I thought..."

His cheeks turned pink. You found yourself laughing at his reaction. He is cute when he is embarrassed.

"Babe." You reach out and wrap your arms around his. "Yes...Yes! Let's do it."

Excitement immediately appears on his face.

"Well then..." He nods to the other room. "You better get ready."

"And what will you be doing?"

"I'll be right here. Waiting for you."

You roll your eyes.

"Of course it's me who has to put the extra effort in."

"Oh don't worry." His eyes sparkle with mischief. "I'll be working just as hard." His hand rests on your thigh. "Trust me."

Your breath picks up as he looks at you with an intense gaze. That smirk of his remained on his face. Not wanting to wait any longer you grab the coat and run into the bathroom.

Kelly sat on the bed and waited for you.

Five minutes later you step out. You heard a sharp intake of breath as you closed the door behind you. You turn round and face your boyfriend.

Kelly slowly stands up from the bed. He walks towards you. He stops and eyes you up and down studying every part of you. He then reaches out and places his hand on your chest.

"It suits you." He says his voice awe.

"Do you think I have the potential?" You asked as Kelly ran his hands down to your body.

"To be a firefighter?" He shrugs. "I don't know."

"You just said this suits me."

"Very true." His hands stop at your waist. "But can you withstand the heat?"

You look up at him and give him a devilish smirk.

"I guess we'll have to find out."

Matching your smirk Kelly suddenly picks you up. You let out a squeal as he raised you into the air. He then places you over his shoulders.

"This is a fireman's carry." He explained.

As he starts walking you gasp.

"Kel!"

"Gotta learn the basics sweetheart." He paused at the bed. "Now next part you gotta be extra gentle." Kelly carefully lies you down on the bed. "Like that."

You wriggle on the bed to get yourself comfortable. You then froze when his hand went on your leg.

"Yeah about that. I'm gonna need you to turn over."

You raised a questioning brow at him.

"I wanna see my name on your back." He replied his voice getting husky. When you continued to stare at him he then sighed. "Pretty please."

You smile.

"Okay."

You turn on to your stomach. You then became tense as you felt him climb on to the bed. He sits inbetween your legs and starts to run his fingers along the letters. You felt his fingers trailing each letter on your back.

"You know what this says?" He asks.

"Your name." You answered.

"And what is my name?" He asked his voice barely above a whisper.

"Kelly."

"And surname?"

"Severide."

He nods and moves closer.

"That will be your name one day."

You gasp as those words hit you. You and Kelly have never really spoken about marriage before. What he said was that a hint on what was to come? An insight into their future together?

Mrs Y/N Severide.

You repeated the name over and over in your head.

It sounds perfect.

Judging from the smile on Kelly's lips and the wishful look in his eyes you knew he was thinking the same.

You turn your head round when you heard him coming towards you. You lock your lips with his and kiss him. The kiss started out soft at first then it became more heated and passionate. He poured his love for you into that kiss.

"God Y/N." He mumbled into the kiss.

He pushes against you. His hand goes into the coat and grasps your breasts. He fondled your breast. He squeezed your already hard nipples causing you to moan.

Kelly kissed you and nibbled at your earlope. You giggled as he sent a trail of kisses down your collarbone.

The giggling soon vanished when you felt him caressing your ass. He leans towards your ear.

"I wanna fuck you with my name on full display." He growled.

His voice sent a wave of goosebumps through you.

"So you know what that means." He added.

You nod.

"I do."

"If you want me to stop I will stop okay?"

"I know."

"You remember the password?"

You again nod.

"Wildflower."

He smiles.

"That's right."

He gives you a quick peck on the lips and grins at you. Then he goes back and positions himself in front of your entrance.

A loud gasp escapes your lips as you felt him go inside you. He completely stretched you and touched places you didn't even know existed from this angle.

"You okay Y/N?" Kelly asked.

"Never felt better." You replied your voice shaky with both nerves and excitement.

He chuckled at your response.

Then he went further inside you.

At first Kelly started off slow but eventually he picks up the pace and starts to thrust you hard.

"Fuck!" You cursed out loud.

Another chuckle came from him.

You didn't have to see his face to know he is being smug right now.

Kelly continued to pound into you. His cock pushed into you hard and fast making you cry and groan with pleasure. You begged him to keep going to keep making you have these sensations that currently went through your body. The sudden adrenaline made you feel alive.

It was exhilarating!

Kelly's lips are back on your ear. He sucked on the earlope and pulled hard at it. A whine escapes you as he bites down on your neck. Seeing you in his coat has made him possessive all of a sudden. He wanted to claim you here and now in his coat. Make you his.

He increased his hold on you and moaned your name. He is hungry for you. Feral.

You found that so fucking hot.

"Fuck Y/N." He cursed.

That made you weak to your knees.

You grip the sheets tight until your knuckles started to turn white. You start to feel that familiar fire at the bottom of your belly. You knew you are close.

"Kel...Kel..." You panted his name. "I'm close I'm...Ahhh!"

You pushed your ass against him. The need to let go started to consume you.

Kelly brushes his lips against the back of your neck and nods.

"Do it."

You didn't need to be told twice.

A shudder went through your body as you let it all out. Once it was all out you then collapse on to the bed.

Kelly grits his teeth as he too let it all out. He clenched his jaw as the cum spilled all over the sheets. He again cursed then he drops down beside you and sighs heavily.

"Ah man." He said his voice breathless.

You turn on to your back and stare at the ceiling. Your mind is in a blissful daze. You felt yourself coming back to reality when his hand goes on yours. You hold his hand.

"Damm." You spoke after several minutes. "Just wow."

"Tell me about it." He replied.

You sit up and shrug off his coat. You saw the stains of cum on the material. You then look at your boyfriend.

"Well that's another story to add to the list."

He laughs and takes the coat.

"You really been through it huh?"

He waits almost like he expected the coat to respond but of course it didn't.

Your hands land back on his. Both of you are now touching the coat. You then nod.

"Work and play a perfect balance. "

He raises an eyebrow.

"Work and play?"

"Uniform representing the work, play representing us. Together it works well."

"Too well by the look of it." He said with amusement.

You both give each other a knowing look.

"I do like man in uniform." You suddenly say.

Both of his eyebrows shoot up at that.

"I like it very much." You added with a smirk.

He huffed an amused smile.

"I guess that means I'm wearing the coat next time."

"Always take turns they say." You again smirked.

He laughs. After a minute he said.

"So taking turns it is?"

"Yeb."

He then nods.

"Work and play?"

You respond with a grin.

"Work and play."

You both then sealed the deal with a kiss.

The End

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[annemiek19]

Ulcer - Jay Halstead

Your husband Jay Halstead has never been one to complain about anything. No matter how much pain he was in, you never heard him about it. The whole day Jay had been acting off, and you had a feeling that something was going on, but he was a grown man. If there was something wrong, he knew he could talk to you. You saw him sneaking off to the break room, while working on a case. You watched him as you saw him gripping his side. That’s it. You stood up from your desk and made your way over to Jay. You shut the door behind to you give you some sort of privacy. “Jay, what’s going on?”

He was leaning against the counter of the kitchen top. with on hand, his other hand still on the side of his stomach. “Nothing, I’m fine.” 

“Look at me and say that again.”

Jay slowly turned around, he was still leaning against the counter. He looks you right in the eye and said, “Y/N, I am fine.” 

But you could see he was lying. You could see the pain in his eyes. “You’re a stubborn idiot, you know that? You can’t to me, Halstead. I can see that you’re in pain. So you either say what is bothering you or-.”

Before you could finish your sentence Jay rushed over to the trash can and puked up blood. 

“Jay, that’s blood. What the hell is going on?” You helped him to one of the chairs. He sat down with a load groan. 

“I don’t know. My side has been killing me the entire day. I thought it was nothing.”

“Clearly it isn’t. Let’s go see your brother.”

Jay sighed, but he stood up. You quickly let Voight know what was going on before rushing to the hospital. 

In the car you called Will. 

“Will, I am coming to Med with Jay. He said his side has been bothering him all day and he just threw up blood.”

“Jezus. Okay, I will let Maggie know that you’re coming and get Crocket down here. Any other symptoms?”

You look at Jay. 

“Nausea, a little light headed,” Jay groans. 

“I also don’t think he ate anything today, Will.”

“Okay, we’ll wait for you at the parking lot. We’ll figure this out, Y/N.”

“Thanks Will. We’re pulling up in about two minutes.”

You hang up the phone. You quickly shoot a look at Jay. All the color has drained from his face now. God, you hate seeing him like this. 

Arriving at the hospital, Will is already waiting for you with a wheelchair. For once, Jay didn’t protest. 

Will hurried into the ED. “I’ll come find you when you can see him, okay? He’s in good hands,” Will said as he and a nurse helped Jay on a bed. 

“I know. Thanks, Will.” You looked at Jay before you made your way to the living room. You sat down and sighed. It wasn’t your first time in this waiting room, while Jay was in the ED, but every time it sucked just as much. All you could do was wait and you hated it.

“Y/N?” you looked up and saw Matt Casey from Firehouse 51 standing in front of you. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You stood up and hugged him. 

“Gallo got injured and we came to check on him. What are you doing here?” Matt asked. 

“Eh…” you let out a breath. You tried your best not to cry and be strong, like always, but seeing your friend here just made it a lot harder. 

“Everything okay?” Matt asked worried. 

You shook your head as you sat down. “It’s Jay… He threw up blood and has this pain in his side. He’ll probably be okay, but it just sucks you know? It’s not the first time im here, and probably not the last time, but I hate this. Waiting and doing nothing, not knowing how he’s doing.”

Matt sat down next to you. “He’s in good hands, Y/N.”

“I know… but still. It’s like he’s always the one getting hurt. Sometimes I just wish it was me, you know?”

“I can imagine, but then Jay would be thinking the exact same.”

“Probably. That man is just as stubborn has hell. Are all guys like that?”

Matt laughed. “Most of us are, yeah. We just don’t like to complain.”

“Idiots.”

Matt laughed again. 

“Is Gallo okay?”

“Yeah, just a few scratches. Look, I’ve go to have the station, but I’m a call away, you know that.”

“Thanks, Matt.”

“Any time. Let me know how he is doing okay?”

“Will do.”

You and Matt say goodbye just as Will walks into the waiting room. 

“How is he?” you ask standing up. 

“He has an ulcer,” Will says and suggest to sit down again. 

“An ulcer?”

“Yeah. Basically it’s a break on the skin, in the lining of an organ, or on the surface of a tissue.”

“Isn’t that caused by stress?”

“It could be. In Jay’s case I would probably say yes. He has to take some antibiotics for two weeks and take it easy. So no work for him for at least a week.”

“And then he’ll be fine? After those two weeks of antibiotics?”

“He has to come in again, but he’s likely going to be fine.”

“So we can go home?”

Will nods. “Yes, please. Take him home. He is being a pain in my ass.”

“Aren’t I always?”

You look up and see Jay looking at you with a smile. 

“He is on some pain meds right now, hence the happy smile,” Will says. 

“Thanks, Will.”

“No problem. Just keep him home this week, okay? Plenty of rest.”

“You’re no fun,” Jay sighs. 

You chuckle as you stand up from the chair and wrap your arm around Jay. “I’m glad you’re doing okay.”

“I’m always going to be fine,” Jay says as he kisses the top of your head as you make it back to the car. 

You roll your eyes. “Until you are not. Just please let’s stay out the ED this month. Just no more getting hurt or I will be getting an ulcer.” You get into the driver side of the car. 

“At least you’re driving now.”

“As if that makes up for you getting hurt,” you snort.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No… maybe a little. It’s more frustrated. You keep getting hurt and I am so done with it.”

“I'v only been to the ED twice this month.”

“Three if you include today, and that’s the bigger stuff. You had four times when you ignore the advice of a trained medic and just went home instead of the hospital. Jay, you are going to end up dead one day and I…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence. You park the truck in the parking garage of your building and get out the car as fast as you can. 

“I won’t. I’ve never been hurt that bad.” Jay steps out of the car.

You turned around. “Until you are!” You yell at him. “You don’t know how bad is going to be next time, and don’t say there won’t be, because I know you, Jay. There is going to be a next time. And one day, I am going to get a call that you didn’t make it. One day, you are going to get hurt so bad, that nobody can help you.”

“That’s not true, Y/N.”

“Oh, really? How do you know? You’re always the one getting hurt Jay. For the 10 years we have been on the job, I have seen Kevin in the hospital once, Adam I can’t even remember, Kim has been here once, I think I had to go to the hospital three times. How many times do you think you have been there?”

“What’s your point?”

“I think you have been there at least 5 times in a year. Whether it was a small cut or a freaking bullet hole. You have to stop getting hurt. Because what about me, huh? What about me when you leave? Have you ever thought how it makes me feel to be in that waiting room every time? What about me?” Tears roll down your face. “Have you ever thought what it is like for me? How it feels for me when you get wheeled into the ED, again and again? You’re not the only one getting hurt if you get shot again. I have to watch you in pain. I have to wait in that damn room, hoping that they will come out and say you made it and that you are going to be fine. But you don’t know how slowly the clock ticks when you’re waiting for those words. You don’t know how much it hurts sitting there, knowing that the love of your life might not come back.” A loud sob leaves your mouth. You step away from Jay and turn around. 

“Y/N…”

You hold up your hand. Hopefully Jay gets the hint to leave you alone for a few seconds. One day this fight, or discussion or whatever you want to call it was coming, you both probably knew it. You just didn’t expect so many emotions to come out. You take a deep breath before you turn back around. Jay is watching you with tears in his eyes well. 

“I love you, Jay. I love you so much, but you can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep getting hurt.”

“I love you, and I’m sorry, for all the pain that I have caused you. But all I am trying to do is protect you, make sure that you walk away without a scratch. Because I can’t loose you.”

“I can’t lose you. Just promise me one thing, because I want to go to bed right now and watch a movie.”

“Whatever it is, I promise you.”

“Just be more careful. I know this wasn’t the last time, but I can’t keep doing this. It’s part of the job, I know and I understand, but you don’t always have to be the hero, okay? At the end of the day, we both need to go home without a pitstop at the hospital.”

Jay slightly chuckles. “I promise I will be more careful.”

“Good. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jay says before he kisses you. 

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[severidescigar]

Little sister, big problems - Kelly Severide

Fandom: One Chicago

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requests: Can I request an imagine with Kelly severide? Your parents are non existent and you have to look after your baby sister and the babysitter falls through so u have to bring her to the station?

•••

Life hasn't always been the kindest to you. Your mom had you in her teen years and with your dad completely out of the picture she worked tirelessly to raise you on her own. Fortunately, she remarried and alongside your stepfather they gave you the most beautiful childhood you could ask for. It was later in your life when things started to go bad and everything became more complicated. You watched your mother go through fertility treatment after fertility treatment and it hurt you a lot seeing how unsuccessful they were, knowing your mom's biggest dream was to have two daughters. But somehow, by some miracle, it happened and you had a beautiful baby sister. Life had finally started to look upwards again when a drunk driver claimed the life of your parents on a random Thursday, when you offered to babysit your then one year old sister so they could go on a date night...and ever since it's been just the two of you.

You were in your 3rd year of med school when everything unfolded and ultimately you took the decision to drop out and find another career path, one which will not put you in debt and will allow you to go straight to work, so you could provide for yourself and for your little sister.

Fast forward a few years later you were now working as a paramedic on Ambo 61 and you finally found the balance you needed so badly. "How are things with Severide going? I haven't seen you at Molly's lately and I thoight something was up..." Sylvie said as the two of you were restocking the rig. "Oh no, nothing like that...we're doing great I just have to look after my little sister and since my cousin moved to another city, I need to call the babysitter everytime I want to go out." and just as you said those words you saw the babysitter's car pulling up in front of the firehouse sending you into a state of panic. You immediately dropped everything you were doing and ran towards them to see what was up. Passing the squad table, Kelly also got up noticing what was going on and decided to follow you.

"Hey, everything's alright? " you asked picking up your little sister, Bria as she seemed super excited to see you. "I'm sorry for dropping in like this, but my mom slipped on ice and she's in the ER so I really have to go be with her." The babysitter said handing you Bria's bag with her stuff. Nodding in understatement and after wishing her mom well you turned around to head back into the firehouse, just to find Kelly and Bria already laughing with each other at the Squad table. "Looks like you already made yourself at home, little lady." You said actually amused at how she already had the squad guys wrapped around her finger. "Come on! Let's tell Chief you're staying here this shift." You said extending your hand waiting for her to grab it, but instead she just wrapped her little arms around Kelly's neck. "I guess you're gonna have to talk to Boden alone." Kelly spoke and before you could answer, a call came in for Ambo. "Alright, you be good and play with your toys...they're in the bag." You quickly said while heading towards the Ambo. "Don't mind us, we'll be having fun over here!" Kelly reassured you and they headed inside.

While you were out on the call, Bria was quickly warming up to everyone at 51. She's been there before but only for quick trips and now everyone was trying to keep her entertained. "Do you want to go take a nap?" Kelly asked as he noticed Bria yawning and she nodded in agreement. Picking her up they headed to Kelly's quarters far away from all the commotion. "When is Y/N coming back? She always stays with me until I fall asleep." Bria mumbled while rubbing her eyes. "It might be a while, but I'll stay here with you until she comes back." He said dimming the light but not turning it off completely, as he already knew the little girl was scared of darkness. "Kelly can I ask you something?" Nodding in response he waited for her to continue. "Why don't you live with us?" Letting out a chuckle at the question, Kelly had to give it a second to actually find an answer to that question. "Why? Do you think I should?" "Well yes, you know Y/N makes me pancakes every morning so maybe you should make her pancakes in the morning too., so if you'd live with us you could do that." At this point Bria seemed wide awake propped on her elbows and demanding answers from Kelly who tried his best not to laugh at the fact that Bria was just a mini version of you. "Alright, then tomorrow morning I'll make you both pancakes...but you have to sleep now, it's getting late." He once again tried to tuck her in. "With blueberries?" Bria stuck out her pinky finger waiting for Kelly to do the same. "Yes with blueberries!" Once content with his answer Bria slowly fell asleep right when Y/N arrived.

"Did she give you a hard time?" you asked as Kelly carefully closed the door to his quarters and gave you a kiss. "Not at all, but I've been ordered to make pancakes for the two of you in the morning."

Bria slept through the entire night and thankfully there wasn't another call until the end of the shift. Once arriving home Y/N carried her little sister to bed as it was still early and Kelly made sure to fulfill his promise. "You really don't have to do that..." you said knowing how sassy but also persuasive your little sister was. "But I want to...and I also pinky promised so." Kelly spoke getting all the ingredients out on the counter and you wasted no time helping him.

You and Kelly have been dating for a while but sometimes you still held a wall up because one, you were scared of getting hurt again and two, you really wanted to focus on Bria and make sure she has everything she possibly needs to have a good and healthy upbringing.

"I smell pancakes!" the joyful voice of your little sister echoed throughout the kitchen as she came running in, cllimbing into her seat. As Kelly served her the plate of her favorite pancakes, Bria didn't waste any time and dug right in.

"I'll stick around for a while...if you don't mind." Kelly said wrapping an arm around you and placing a kiss on your temple. That's when you realized it was time to let your guard down and despite all the rainy days you had, the sunny ones looked like they were here to stay. "I'd love that actually!"

#kelly severide #kelly severide one shot #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide x reader #chicago fire #stellaride

[winchesterszvonecek]

Girl Talk - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek]

Summary: Otis misinterprets your girl talk with Shay and Dawson requested

Word Count: 2917

Warnings: female!reader, sex references, suggestive tones, mature language

Masterlist | Otis Masterlist

You always were a details girl. You always did like to delve deep in the way you describe things. It's one of the things Otis loved about you.

Your passion for the things you loved. The way you talked so enthusiastically about your favourite movies or TV shows that your eyes would light up and your smile would grow so wide that you got those cute little dimples on your cheeks. The ones Otis always loved to see.

The guys had been quick to discover that once they got you talking about something, it was pretty hard to get you to stop. Whether you'd be spouting useless information that you just happened to have in your head, for example when you started to tell Cruz all about the different ways pennies were made when he'd only asked you if you could break his twenty dollar bill into some smaller change.

Or when you started mumbling to Mouch about the lifespans of different sharks when he happened to flick past the nature channel on the TV. Whatever it may be, whatever topic of conversation that may be going on inside the firehouse, you always seemed to have an opinion.

But when it came to talking about your sex life, well let's just say that you didn't often leave much to the imagination. Or at least, that's what Shay would come to think when she finally asked you how things were going in your relationship with Otis.

"Hey, Y/N, how are things going with you and Otis?" Shay asked as the two of you gave the ambulance a quick scrub before the bells went off. "You've been together for what, like seven months now?"

"I think so... It's coming up to my one year anniversary here so yeah, that sounds about right." You replied as you stripped the sheets from the gurney.

It hadn't felt like a year since you met Otis. Since you joined firehouse fifty-one as their new paramedic in charge after Dawson made the switch to firefighter. In all honesty, it felt as though you'd been here for five years, you managed to fit in so well.

"God, has it only been that long? Feels like I've been here forever." You added, spraying some disinfectant on the gurney before you began to wipe it down. "But things are going great. Really great actually."

"What's really great?" Gabby curiously chipped in as she came into view at the back of the ambulance, leaning her arm against the open door and not at all envying the two of you.

"Y/N's relationship with Otis." Shay teased, making you roll your eyes as you could see the smile on her face even though she had her back to you.

"Oh, yeah?" Gabby smiled, sharing the same scheming look with Shay as she stepped closer to the ambulance, glancing round to make sure none of the guys were nearby before she spoke again. "What's it like... You know, with Otis."

"You mean the sex?" You so bluntly put it, making Shay chuckle softly at your not so subtle attitude.

"Yeah, I mean... Is he any good?" Gabby's hushed voice asked, curiosity getting the better of her as she wanted to know just how Otis had managed to snag himself a girl like you. As no offence to Otis, but you were incredibly out of his league.

"Are you kidding?" You scoffed softly, abandoning your cleaning duties as you shuffled closer to them on the bench. You'd been waiting to hear that exact question for ages now so you could finally spill exactly how much you'd underestimated Otis in his bedroom skills. "Girl, you would not believe the things that man can do."

"Wait, are you serious?" Gabby whispered in disbelief, her eyes as wide as Shay's were as even she was having trouble believing what she was hearing.

"Oh, I'm dead serious." You said, rather seriously. "I mean, I've slept with a few guys in my lifetime but none of them, and I mean none of them even came close to making me feel what Brian does."

"Well, come on girl, spill... I wanna hear everything." Shay encouraged, earning herself a chuckle from Gabby. "What? Just cause I'm gay I don't get to hear?"

"No, no. It's just..." Gabby began, thinking to herself as to what way to phrase this. "I didn't think you'd be interested in hearing about sex involving men."

"I mean I'm not... Ew. Gross. But... This is Otis we're talking about. Sweet, dorky, innocent Otis. So you bet your ass, I wanna hear this." Shay replied, turning her attention back towards you.

"He is far from innocent, I'll tell you that much." You chuckled around a scoff.

The first thing you'd learned about Otis the day the two of you ended up in your bedroom was that he was far from the innocent man you expected him to be. In fact, he was the complete opposite in that once he was comfortable in the situation, he could become an animal when it came to giving you exactly what you wanted.

"Stop, are you serious? Our Otis... The guy who collects Doctor Who legos?" Gabby asked wide eyed.

"Oh yeah." You nodded, smile widening a little more as you knew knowing this information about Otis would make the girls seem impressed when they were around him. Something you knew he needed.

"I mean, he can be wild when he wants to be but at the same time..." You continued, Gabby and Shay's attention 100% focused on you as you all but blew their minds. "...he's so gentle and loving. The way he treats me. The way he looks at me... Making me feel like the only woman in the world... And God, the way he touches me. The way he explores every single inch of my body like he'd never seen it before, like he'd never touched it before? Not to mention the things he can do with his tongue because wow... It would be enough to make any woman desperate, and believe me... Once he's done with all that, I'm practically begging for him to fuck me."

"Is it wrong that I'm turned on right now?" Shay questioned, her tone dead serious which got a good laugh from you and Gabby.

"Maybe just a little." You chuckled, motioning with your fingers as the tip of your thumb touched lightly against your forefinger. "But I don't blame you... I turned myself on a little too. Might have to pull Otis into the showers for a quickie."

"Y/N." Gabby laughed, shaking her head as she ignored the look you fired her way. The one that said she couldn't talk given the amount of times she and Casey made it pretty obvious they were getting it on in the firehouse.

"But seriously though... Did you ever imagine yourself getting together with Otis when you joined?" Shay asked after the laughter died down a little and things settled.

You took a second to think to yourself, completely unaware that Otis had been on his way to find you when he heard Shay ask you that question. It had stopped him dead in his tracks, hidden by the truck as he patiently awaited your answer, his heart pounding in his chest as he had no idea how you'd respond.

Otis knew he wasn't your type, not when your ex had shown up at the firehouse a few months ago trying to get you back, to which you so blatantly told him to get fucked. But even then he knew he was nothing compared to that guy. Your ex was handsome, muscular. His six pack was pretty obvious under his tight tank top, which showed his bulging muscles off in a way that made Otis roll his eyes.

He'd been intimidated the minute the guy stepped foot into the firehouse and said he was your ex. He didn't think you'd ever go for him after that and had it not been for the four shots of tequila Shay made him drink, he'd probably never have asked you out. But you'd said yes. You'd actually agreed to go out with him the day after you told your ex to get lost. The day after you told a man that most women would throw themselves at, to get out of your life.

You'd basically picked him. Otis. The rather short, not so muscular and let's face it, pretty dorky elevator guy. You picked him over a guy who could model for Calvin Klein if he really wanted to. And even though you'd been together for seven months now, he still felt insecure in the relationship.

And when you answered Shay's question, it made the doubt he had in the back of his mind all the more clear as he couldn't help but think you'd finally realised your mistake in agreeing to go out with him.

"Honestly... No." Your answer all but broke Otis's heart as he stood there listening to you, unable to walk away as he needed to hear what else you had to say. "My entire first month here I never even thought twice about him... Never thought I'd ever get together with him as let's face it, he's not exactly my type..."

The rest of your words went unheard by Otis as he finally mustered up the strength to walk away, his eyes stinging with tears he so desperately fought against. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He couldn't believe how open you'd been by saying he wasn't your type. Which granted, he knew that, but still, it didn't make it any easier to hear fall from your lips. And in front of Shay and Dawson too? God, he couldn't begin to fathom the embarrassment, not to mention the heartbreak, in which he felt right now.

Had you just been playing him this whole time? Making him think you like him? Making him believe that he was good at sex, good at relationships? Was all of this just some sort of long con to build up his self confidence before knocking it all down? Breaking his heart in the process?

Otis hadn't told you he loved you yet. He'd been planning to, but the timing never seemed right. Never seemed perfect enough for something so important. But now he was glad he hadn't told you, otherwise he'd have just given you more ammunition to use against him in whatever game you appeared to be playing.

God, he felt so stupid now. So pathetic. So debased. He didn't want to believe that you were just tagging him along but at the same time, with your words rattling around inside his mind, he couldn't help it. It was all he could think about from the moment he heard those words slip through the lips in which he loved to kiss. The lips he never thought he'd get to kiss again, at least not until you found him moments later and explained the situation properly. Then he just felt like an idiot.

"Baby?" Your concerned voice reached Otis's ears as you came into view, his red rimmed eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he stood in the bathrooms, gripping the sink with such force you were surprised the metal hadn't sunk beneath his hands.

You stepped closer to him, furrowing your brow at the way his nostrils seemed to flare out of anger, the complete opposite of what you thought he was feeling given the shine of tears you could see in his eyes.

"Brian, what is it?" You asked, placing your hand softly on his shoulder but feeling your heart clench when he so roughly shrugged it off.

"I heard you." He gritted, his jaw tensing more than you'd ever seen it do before as he turned to face you.

"Heard me?" You repeated, puzzled being an understatement as to what you felt right now. "I'm not sure I know what you mean." You folded your arms, watching as he placed his hands on his hips and scoffed softly to himself, looking anywhere but into your eyes. Which made you certain he was pissed as often times he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from yours. 

"I heard you talking... To Dawson and Shay. About us." He spat, a little harsher than he'd have meant to but right now he couldn't help it. He felt embarrassed.

"Okay..." You replied, a little more relaxed than Otis would have liked. You leaned against the sink, crossing your arms across your chest before you carried on. "...and you're mad why? Because I told them about our sex life?"

"What? No." Otis shook his head, not fully taking in what you'd just said. "I'm talking about how you so happily told them I wasn't your type. That you never saw yourself dating me. That you never thought twice about me until I told you I liked you."

The lack of anything on your face only added to Otis's anger and frustration, and when you laughed... When you actually, physically laughed, well that was enough to almost push him over the edge towards calling things between you off entirely.

"Oh, baby." You chuckled, pushing yourself off the sink and stepping towards him. Your fingers walked lightly up his rapidly moving chest, trailing them along his neck before your hand landed on the side of his rather heated face. "I think you misinterpreted what I was saying."

"Did I?" He eyed you, his tone accusatory as he watched you run your tongue over your teeth.

"You did." You nodded, running your thumb soothingly down the edge of his moustache. "I'm guessing you didn't hear the entirety of our girl talk did you?"

"I don't... Girl talk?" Otis repeated, finding himself puzzled now as his mind began to wander.

"That's right... Girl talk." You whispered, leaning up to place a short, yet sweet kiss against his lips. "In which they ask me how our relationship is going... And I tell them. In detail."

"I don't- I'm not..." Otis stammered out, reaching his hand up to scratch nervously at the back of his head.

"You didn't hear the rest of my sentence did you?" You asked softly, Otis shaking his head gently as you ran your thumb down his lips. "Then let me repeat it for you... I said, I never even thought I'd ever get together with you because you weren't exactly my type... But, now that I'm with you. Now that I've fallen in love with you... What my type used to be, doesn't matter anymore. Because there isn't anyone else I'd rather be with than you."

"You- You're in love with me?" Otis whispered, unable to believe what he'd just heard pass your lips. And to think if he'd just waited another thirty seconds then he wouldn't have stupidly sent himself in a downward spiral of meaningless thoughts about your relationship.

"Only madly." You replied, biting gently at your bottom lip before you leaned forward, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. "Kinda hard not to be when you're the best sex I've ever had in my life."

Otis swallowed, and hard too. He couldn't seem to find it in him to reply to what you'd just said, instead the corners of his lips rose a little as he leaned down, brushing his lips lightly over yours before planting them firmly against them. The kiss was hot and heavy, the two of you all but devouring each other. Starving. Hungry. Begging for air yet never wanting to break apart.

Eventually though, the two of you had to pull apart, your lungs desperate for air as you let out quick, ragged breaths. If you hadn't been turned on already, you'd certainly be now after a kiss like that.

"I think you were right." Otis whispered, breathless as he leaned his forehead against yours. "I think I did misinterpret your girl talk."

"Oh really, and what makes you say that?" You teased, pushing yourself closer to him and feeling how he twitched beneath you, stumbling over his words which came out as a groan rather than anything intelligible.

His eyes shut briefly as he took a breath, finding yours staring back at him as he opened them again. You were quick to notice the lack of anger and worry you'd seen previously behind his eyes, having been replaced by a scheming glint, one that was so clearly backed up by the small grin that rose to his face. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours before they moved towards your ear.

"Because I can practically feel the heat radiating from between your legs." He whispered, his voice only adding to said heat as the warmth of his breath travelled down your spine and joined that which was pooling between your legs.

"Brian Zvonecek, you better drag me into those showers and fuck me or I swear to God-"

"Oh you'll be swearing alright..." He said deeply into your ear, his fingers digging hard into the flesh of your hips as he all but kept you from falling to the ground. He brushed your hair aside, planting a heated, lingering kiss against the nape of your neck which had you weak at the knees. "Because baby, by the time I'm finished with you... You're going to have one hell of a story to tell during your next girl talk, that much is guaranteed."

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[procrastinatorimagines]

Roommates

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Kelly Severide x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 575

Request: request: roommates to lovers trope with kelly severide

It started off innocent enough, you'd needed somewhere to live, Kelly had needed a roommate to make rent, it made sense.

But, slowly, it developed into more. So slowly you hadn't realised until you were in too deep, with glances at one another in a towel, or in gym clothes, or late nights spent having dinner, curling up closer than necessary for wine and a move, with conversation so natural you may as well have been together for years.

It was there, in the air whenever you were alone, but neither of you had put it into words yet, so much so that you were starting to feel that it was one sided, or all in your head, or both.

So when Sylvie told you she had someone in mind to set you up with, you figured, why not, you couldn't wait around to see what might happen with Kelly forever, right?

Kelly was coming out of his room as you were slipping on your heels, pausing in his tracks when he saw you, jaw clenching. "Little dressed up for Molly's aren't you?" He asked, tone deeper than he intended.

You smile at him, "I have a date actually, I won't be able to make it tonight," you explain as casually as possible.

"You, er, didn't mention you had a date," he tried to play it off, but he was definitely jealous.

"I didn't?" You said as you rose, "sorry, I thought I had." Now that definitely gets a rise out of him, but he heads to the cupboards in the kitchen so you don't see it show on his face, not that he was looking for anything in particular in there.

"Who is this guy anyway?" He asked, levelling his tone.

"Friend of Sylvie's," you replied, slipping in your earrings as Kelly turned back to face you and take in the full extent of your outfit, his eyes wandering unsubtly.

"That's what you're wearing for a first date?" He asked, equal parts annoyed and protective.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked, defensiveness creeping into his voice. What right did he have to ask that? You'd waited long enough for him to make a move and he hadn't, could he really blame you for moving on with your life?

"It's... a little much," he answered, though you new full well he had no problem with the outfit, or how it looked on you, and that was in fact the problem.

You rolled your eyes as he stopped there, not saying anything more, not saying what you want him to.

"I should head to Molly's," he said finally, heading for the door.

"Yeah you should," you snapped back a little harsher than intended and he leaves, slamming the door shut behind him.

With a frustrated sigh you gave up on the second earring, letting it scatter across the counter as you rested your hands on the edges and close your eyes.

You only opened them when you heard the door open again, with Kelly standing at the entrance, a look in his face you can't place.

"I don't want you to go on the date," he told you with conviction as you sagged with relief, tension you didn't even realise you were holding releasing.

"I don't want to go on the date," you admitted.

Without another word you both closed the gap, meeting in the middle and kissing like you were finally coming up for air.

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[deanstead]

she's alright, i guess

Pairing: Stellaride x SeverideDaughter!Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: Y/N hasn’t been very welcoming towards having Stella in their lives, but when she’s faced with a situation, Stella proves to Y/N that she’s in her corner.

Word Count: 2.2K+

Tags/Warnings: Dad!Kelly, mentions of attempted assault, single parent, victim shaming

A/N: This is a different kind of request/fic from what I've written for OC so far but I was pretty intrigued by it so I decided to give it a go. Not opening requests for daughter fics at the moment still because I’m not sure how this turned out yet so let me know what you guys think!

STELLARIDE MASTERLIST

You looked up from where you’d been playing with the food on your plate, only to catch Stella smile at your father who was sitting next to you.

Resisting the urge to make a face, you turned to look at him. “Can I be excused?”

Kelly gave a small sigh and turned to look at you, looking like he wanted to say something and then deciding against it, merely nodding. “Yeah, go on.”

You gave his girlfriend a last withering look before you took your plate back into the kitchen.

Kelly suppressed an audible sigh before he looked back at Stella. “Sorry.”

Stella smiled and shook her head. “She just needs some time.”

You rolled your eyes and headed back to your room, plopping yourself down on your bed and staring up at your ceiling.

It wasn’t really that you didn’t like Stella. Hell, you’d been okay with her before you found out she was dating your father.

As far as daughters went, you were sure that you were at least three times more protective over your father than your classmates were about their own parents.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you only ever had Kelly growing up. You’d overheard countless discussions about people telling him that it was hard being a single parent especially with his job but whatever anyone said, and however Kelly had felt from the first time he’d found out he’d had a daughter and come to get you, Kelly had stuck it out with you.

Over the years, especially once you were older, you’d seen many girlfriends come and go - some didn’t want commitment, some ran the moment they found out about you, some just… didn’t make it. It didn’t matter that Kelly had seemed fine with everything. You were not, so all that had done was make you even more protective over him.

So when you’d found out about Stella, you’d felt your hackles raise.

Logically, you knew Stella had done nothing to deserve this but your 15 year old brain couldn’t seem to override the emotion with logic.

You lay there for a while more until there was a knock on your door and Kelly poked his head in.

“Hey kiddo. Can we talk?”

You sat up but didn’t give him an answer because you knew very well what he wanted to talk about and you weren’t sure you wanted to hear it.

Kelly came in anyway, pulling out the chair at your desk and sitting across from you.

“Will you give Stella a break?”

You looked up with a look of protest and Kelly held up a hand.

“I know.” Kelly said in a low voice, giving you a small smile to show you he wasn’t mad. “Just lighten up a little and give her a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”

You didn’t say anything but Kelly let out a chuckle as you pursed your lips. “Go easy.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before patting your hair affectionately and leaving the room.

You pulled your jacket tighter around you, glancing behind you.

You hadn’t meant to let it get so late but you’d gotten a little too immersed in your notes and lost track of time. Other than the wind blowing against your back and making you shiver, you hadn’t realized how quiet the road from your friend’s house was.

You kind of regretted not calling Kelly to come and get you, but you also didn’t relish the idea of waiting here so you’d forged on, telling yourself you’d walked this street thousands of times.

But now, you were pretty sure someone was following you, hearing the echoing footsteps behind you.

Damn it.

Your hands that were jammed into your pockets closed around your phone but you were also worried things would escalate so you picked up your pace instead.

You heard the footsteps behind you match the increase in your speed and just as you thought you should break into a run, you were yanked backwards and unable to maintain your balance, you tumbled onto the concrete pavement, feeling the concrete scrape against your skin.

Your head snapped upwards, feeling your heart fall straight into your gut when you looked back into the face of the man that now towered over you.

It was a stranger, not a face you remembered seeing, but his lips ticked upwards in a smile that flipped your stomach over and your gut feeling as well as every nerve in your body was screaming at you to get up and run.

Flight.

You scrambled to your feet, slowly moving backwards as he now stepped towards you. His movements had slowed, like a predator that had just cornered his prey.

He took another step towards you and with well chosen timing, you brought your knee up swiftly, just like how Kelly had taught you.

Winded, the man bent over but not before letting out a growl.

You didn’t stick around long enough to find out what he had to say, your legs already moving before your brain realized you were running.

The wind blowing against you was painful but you didn’t dare stop because you weren’t sure if he was on your heels.

You turned the corner, sparing a glance back and collided straight into someone.

“Sorry.” You panted, glancing up.

“Y/N?” Stella looked surprised to see you before her expression switched to one of concern. “What’s wrong?”

Stella glanced up at the empty street behind you and then looked back at you. “You okay?”

You really didn’t have the energy for anything else. You just really needed an adult. You glanced up at her without talking and Stella reached for your hand.

When you didn’t pull away, Stella squeezed. “Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head quickly. “No. Wait. I just… I don’t want Dad to see me like this.”

Stella studied you for just a second more before she nodded. “My apartment’s just around the corner. Why don’t you come and have something at my place and we can talk? If you want to.”

You hesitated for just a second but you were still kind of spooked so you nodded, letting her lead you back down from where she came from, not even realizing your hand was still in hers.

Stella wasn’t exaggerating when she said her apartment was around the corner.

Within five minutes, you were seated on Stella’s couch, a cup of hot tea in your hands while you found yourself telling her what happened.

It was weird - you’d expected Stella to maybe pat your shoulders a little to reassure you that things would be fine before trying to convince you to call Kelly so he could come and get you. She wouldn't be the first girlfriend to hand you back over to your father as soon as she could.

But the emotions on Stella’s face as you told her were new to you - looks of concern, before outrage and then… if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was upset.

You fell quiet after a while and Stella scooted a little closer to you.

“Alright, Y/N, listen.” Stella said and you looked up at her. “We have to report this.”

You looked back down again, your index fingers twirling together even though you were still holding the mug.

“I’ll come with you.” Stella paused. “If you’ll let me.”

You looked up again and nodded quietly. "You… You’d do that?”

You registered a look of surprise on Stella’s face before she next spoke. “Of course, Y/N.”

“Can we not call my dad yet?”

There was a small silence and you held back a sigh. You knew what would happen if your father found out about this. Other than the fact that you hated making him worry and that you knew things might get blown up out of proportion with practically everyone getting involved, it was kind of awkward talking to him about some stuff.

Stella glanced at you. “How about we take things one step at a time?”

You bit your lip and Stella nodded encouragingly at you. “Let’s go to the district and then when you’re ready, we can call Kelly alright?”

You nodded quietly, taking another sip of tea before Stella smiled. “Ready?”

You got up and Stella grabbed an extra coat off her coat hanger, draping it around your shoulders.

Stella had been told to wait outside while you gave your statement to the uniformed police officer sitting across from you but you were regretting this with each question the officer asked you.

“What were you doing out so late?”

“Is this what you normally wear to school?

You were done with the insinuations in his voice and tone. You were 15, not an idiot. You knew exactly where this was going and you’d been around your father’s friends long enough to pick some stuff up.

You stood all of a sudden, the nails digging into your palms in an effort not to let the angry tears out. “I’m not answering any more questions.”

“What do you…”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, opening the door and stalking out.

As promised, Stella was right outside, glancing up as you walked out, reading the expression on your face instantly.

“You okay?”

You pulled Stella’s jacket tighter around yourself. “I just want to go home.”

Stella frowned, glancing up at the officer that was now outside the room as well. “You still have to answer a few questions. You can’t just…”

You didn’t move and Stella looked back down at you. “Y/N?”

“He hasn’t asked me a single question about what happened.” You said in a low voice, focusing only on Stella now. “No questions about how the man looked, what street this took place on, how he sounded.”

Stella frowned. Those were enough for her to put together a few pieces of the puzzle.

“Those are necessary questions. We need to know if…”

“Kidd. Y/N.”

You glanced up at a familiar face and Stella patted your back. “Told you I got you.” She whispered in a low voice so only you could hear.

Stella nodded with a smile at Hailey.

Telling the officer she’d take over, Hailey led you back into the room and smiled encouragingly at you.

“Stella called me. Will you tell me what happened?”

It was easier than you’d expected to talk to Hailey but even as you told her what happen, you found yourself internally steeling yourself for a lecture of some sort and you suddenly just really wished Kelly was here.

But Hailey offered no lecture or talking-to. Instead, she treated you like an adult, taking down the information you offered, her questions only revolving around important information she obviously needed, before she closed the book.

“Thank you, Y/N. Here.” Hailey handed you a small bottle and a small device. “Pepper spray and a small panic button.”

You looked up a little surprised and Hailey smiled. “If nothing, maybe it’ll help you feel safer.”

You nodded, keeping the things she handed you and Hailey came around and squeezed your shoulder before taking you out of the room again where Stella was waiting.

“Dad must be worried, I…”

Stella shook her head with a smile. “I told him you’re with me so he wouldn’t. I can call him if you’re ready.”

You felt involuntary tears well up in your eyes before you nodded. "Can you? I... I think I really need him."

Kelly was here in record time, running up the steps of the district as if he’d been waiting nearby in the first place but you didn’t care. The rush of relief and safety when you saw him made you wonder why you hadn’t gone to him immediately anyway.

“Y/N!”

You didn’t say anything, merely shooting off your seat to dive into your father’s arms like you were a child once again.

“You okay? Let me see.” Kelly pulled away just a little to look at you but other than remnants of the startled look in your eyes and new tears ready to spill over, you weren’t really hurt.

Kelly gently pulled you back into his arms and exhaled. “Thank god.”

He was never one for long verbal communications of how much he loved you but you didn’t really need him to tell you. This was even more apparent now as you were huddled in your father’s arms in the middle of a police district.

“You must be starving.” Kelly said after a while, looking down at you to wipe a stray tear off your face. “Why don’t we go get something to eat, hmm?”

You gave a small crooked smile and Kelly looked up, meeting Stella’s eyes.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Kelly said with a small apologetic smile at Stella. “Thank you.”

Stella nodded, but you interrupted them. “You’re not coming to eat with us?”

Kelly raised his eyebrows.

“Thought I’d give you two some private time.” Stella said, although she seemed to be weighing the look in your eyes now.

You shrugged. “You can come eat with us, too.”

Kelly glanced between his girlfriend and daughter. “Did something happen?”

You shrugged, lowering your voice. “She’s alright I guess.”

Kelly chuckled, swinging an arm around your shoulders as he led you out of the district. Stella fell into step on your other side and you smiled up at her. “Thank you.” You whispered, fully aware your father could hear you.

Stella smiled. “Thank you, too.”

Kelly just smiled at both his girls as the three of you walked down the empty streets. Together.

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Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek one-shot — Peace

Words: 1.2k

Otis x Female reader

TW: the tiniest bit of angst and lots of fluff! Also: pregnancy, anxiety, mentions of panic attacks

A/N: finally dared to post this one! I really like how it ended up, but please keep in mind english is not my first language so there may be some mistakes. I wrote this one with Peace by Taylor Swift in mind, enjoy!

Taglist: @winchesterszvonecek

And you know that I'd (...) give you my wild, give you a child

Your hands were shaking as you went to grab your cup of freshly brewed tea, the chamomile smell soothing you before you could even take a sip. You did your best to focus on the way the tea tasted, and how the warmth went through your mouth and down your throat, really trying to keep yourself grounded and not give into the panic attack that you felt around the corner.

Silly panic attack. You felt the clink of your wedding band against the beige cup. Your wedding ring, of all things. You two were married, and had been for almost a full year. Turning your head, you found the fridge with all of its magnets and notes. Some were sweet and loving, both in your handwriting and his, knowing some days one left for shift without seeing the other.

“I love you”; “Stay safe”; “Come home to me” were some of the messages the both of you had left, a reminder you had someone waiting for you after your shift at the Intelligence Unit, and he had someone waiting for him after his shift at firehouse 51.

A photo from your wedding day caught your eye. You two were married. He wouldn't leave. He wouldn't step back. He had literally signed up for this. He had scribbled down his signature on a paper that was securely put away on a folder full of important documents, and he had vowed to love you until death do you part.

The door opening startled you, even when you had woken up early to talk to him. Not that you could really sleep, anxiety keeping you awake and turning and tossing in the bed sheets; the smell that came from his shirt that you were wearing doing nothing to calm down your mind.

“Baby” called Otis, as soon as he closed the door and saw you sitting down at the kitchen island. He knew something was going on. Usually, on your days off, he would just get home and find you asleep in bed, not drinking tea in the kitchen.

Immediately, he dropped his bag and his arms found your figure, pulling you into his warm embrace and stepping in between your legs, holding you to his chest as his hands caressed your back in the way only he knew how.

“Are you okay?” he asked, already knowing you weren’t, by the way you clung to him, embracing his body with your arms and legs, and let out a shaky breath against his chest. Still, he gave you the choice to not speak about what had you up on your day off, not until you were ready.

You split from his hug, knowing you wouldn't speak if you found refuge between his strong arms. “We need to talk” you said, finding his now worried brown eyes.

Otis swallowed audibly, and a neutral expression took over his face, trying to hide the fact he was terrified. Were you going to leave him? Was your marriage over? Or did it still stand a chance? Had he messed up? Forgotten a date? Forgotten your birthday? Valentine's? Anniversary? He quickly crossed those options, your anniversary was still a month away, he already had the reservations for the weekend getaway done, and your birthday had been three months ago, he had gotten you that necklace you liked. And February was still away, so there was no chance he had forgotten Valentine’s.

“I’m sorry” he blurted out, his heart shattering at the idea of letting you down, of disappointing you “I don’t know what I did, but I will make it up to you. Please don’t leave me” he was not above begging, not when it may make the difference between you staying in his life or giving up on your marriage. Not when you were the single best thing that had ever happened to him.

Your heart melted into your chest, and tears gathered in your eyes. His forced neutral expression switched into a worried one when a tear escaped your right eye, and his thumb was quick to catch it. Whatever it was, it could not be good if you were this distraught. He had seen you in some of your worst moments, and he could count on one hand the times he had witnessed such distress in your pretty eyes.

“Babe?” he called, preparing himself to beg you to talk to him if it came down to it. You were worried, and he wanted, he needed to help you out.

“I’m pregnant” you whispered, your voice so low, Otis thought he had misheard you.

“You... what?” He exhaled, trying as hard to not let his hand find your lower abdomen, since he wasn’t sure you were happy.

Sure, the two of you had discussed starting a family, but that conversation had been held ages ago, at the early stages of your relationship. He remembered you saying you wanted to have kids, and how that was a deal breaker to you; and he remembered getting home and pestering Joe about how he had found the one.

Had you not seen his small smile, you would've freaked out. But he was smiling, and his eyes were shining with tears, so that was a good sign, right?

“I’m pregnant” you repeated, louder this time, and allowing your own hand to find your nonexistent bump.

Otis let out a high pitched scream, before hugging you tightly. His arms pulled you closer and out of the kitchen stool, picking you up and spinning you around the living area, excitement washing over him. Finally, he put you down, and his hands cradled your face, whipping away any tears.

“We’re having a baby” he whispered, happiness dripping from his words, before he started peppering your face with kisses.

“We’re having a baby” you repeated, giggling at his affection, your hands now holding his biceps.

You couldn’t understand how you could’ve been that panicked, your husband wanted desperately to be a father, but only with you. Now you let yourself feel the happiness that you had put away on a cage in your heart, and the world felt more colorful than ever.

The next morning, as you untangled from your still asleep husband, you made your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast. A new note on the fridge caught your eye, and butterflies came alive in your stomach.

Last night, Otis and you had sat down and tried to guess an estimated date in which your baby would join you, a date he had scribbled down on a piece of paper before adding “Best day ever”. Next to it, a note he must've put up while you headed towards the bedroom “Get on desk duty”.

Years ago, the idea of desk duty would’ve killed you, hating the idea of being away from the action and the adrenaline it provided, but now you were beyond happy to spend your whole day at the district.

“You two were leaving without saying goodbye?” Otis’s sleepy voice called out as he walked into the kitchen. Without saying another word, he sank to his knees and kissed your abdomen “Leaving without saying goodbye to your dad is actually kind of rude. Guess your momma and I will have to teach you some manners once you’re out of there, bub” he spoke, his hands firm on your hips.

You laughed, a hand coming to caress his hair, and he looked at you with nothing but adoration and love shining in his eyes. How could you have been so worried? You would be okay. The three of you would be okay.

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Joe Cruz x disabled!reader (she's in a wheelchair)

Summary: During a fire in your apartment complex, Joe Cruz rescues you and maybe (maybe), you're slightly crushing on him.

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: Mention of a fire.

A/N: Currently on season 8 of Chicago Fire and I just have to say: i love Joe Cruz.

‘Fire department, call out!’ 

As I’m going in and out of consciousness, I first think it’s a hallucination. There is actually someone here who came in to find me? To rescue me?

‘Fire department, call out!’

‘In here,’ I weakly exclaim. I’m on the ground, my head pounding from the fall I took. I am confined to my wheelchair after a horrid accident last year. While I finally got used to it, I hadn’t really prepared myself for a fire. As the smoke got thicker the higher I was seated, I realized that it would be better if I was on the ground, so with all the consequences there, I threw myself on the floor.

Sure, I’ve got better and cleaner oxygen now, but I’m kinda stuck.

The door opens and instead of me being able to cry out for help, all I can muster up is a hopeless little cough.

‘Lieutenant, I found someone!’ a man in his fire fighter uniform yells and he crouches down next to me. ‘Ma’am are you alright?’

All I an answer is a cough.

‘Come on, let’s get you out of here.’

He hasn’t realized yet I am unable to walk, because he hoists me up, expecting me to find my stance, but my legs give out. ‘I can’t walk,’ I manage to say. ‘I need a wheelchair.’

It takes him approximately a second or two before he lifts me up in his arms. ‘I got you, miss,’ he says.

I wrap my arms around his neck, as he escorts me out of the burning building. He shields me from the fires and carries me all the way to the ambulance. He places me on the stretcher and tells the paramedics about how I am unable to walk. 

‘Alright,’ the blonde paramedic says. ‘What’s your name, honey?’

‘I’m Y/N,’ I answer. 

‘I’m Sylvie and I’ll take good care of you. I’m going to put you on some oxygen, okay?’

I gratefully allow her to place the mask over my mouth and nose and take a deep breath. The firefighter places his hand on the backrest of the stretcher and says: ‘These ladies will take good care of you, okay?’

I nod. ‘Thank you,’ I whisper, taking off the mask briefly.

‘Not a problem.’

‘Wait,’ I say, ‘what’s your name?’

He smiles, a gorgeous and beautiful smile appearing on his face. ‘Joe Cruz, firehouse 61.’

‘Thank you for saving my life, Joe Cruz of firehouse 61. I appreciate it.’

˚ · • . ° .

After I finally arranged a new wheelchair for myself, I roll my way towards firehouse 61. Once I made my way inside, I could already see Joe Cruz sitting at a table with some of his colleagues. ‘Excuse me,’ I say, causing all of them to look up. No one appears to recognize me, but when I see Joe’s eyes light up, I’m glad he actually recognizes me.

‘Hi,’ he says. As he makes his way up to me, he drags his chair with him. He sits close to me, so he wouldn’t tower over me and goodness, was that small thing making my heart go in overdrive. It’s sweet and darling of him to do something so innocently cute.

I was well aware of this rescue crush thing, but something inside of me suspected this was something different. But maybe that was just me being hopeful.

‘How are you?’

I shrug. ‘Well, I am not allowed to go back inside my place yet,’ I say. ‘Mainly because of the wheelchair. They say it’s too heavy or something?’

Joe sighs. ‘Shit, I’m sorry. Is there anything you need to get from there? Maybe I can arrange something.’

‘Just something that reminds me of me. I am now staying at my parents’ house,’ I explain. ‘But I’m dressed like my mother now. I’m not the pastel colored cardigan over a floral dress kinda woman.’ I lean back in the wheelchair. ‘I feel like her, instead of myself, if that makes sense.’

‘I get it,’ Joe says. He looks over his shoulder and says: ‘Lieutenant, can we take a trip?’

The blue eyed lieutenant nods. ‘Sure thing, Cruz. Where to?’

‘The apartment fire of last shift,’ Joe says. ‘I need to do a few things there.’

‘You heard him,’ the lieutenant says to the others. ‘You can ride in front, miss. The lieutenant’s spot. Cruz, you drive.’

‘Really?’ I ask. ‘I mean, if it’s not too much trouble.’

‘It isn’t,’ the lieutenant says. Joe lifts me up and carries me into the so called lieutenant’s seat. The other’s get in the back, while Joe sits next to me behind the wheel. 

‘You really don’t have to do this,’ I say. ‘I mean, you’re working.’

‘It’s all okay,’ Joe says. ‘Really.’

˚ · • . ° .

Cruz goes back inside what used to be my apartment complex, while the lieutenant, who listens to the name of Kelly Severide, explains to me how parts of the fundaments in my building are too weak and unstable to handle the weight and width of the wheelchair, especially since my floor was hit by the fires. 

His phone rings and after picking up, he hands it to me.

I’m met with Joe’s face. ‘Hello,’ he says. ‘I’m in your apartment. What can I get for you?’ 

‘Some pairs of jeans and a few shirts and sweaters. Maybe also some sneakers. I have a large Levi’s tote bag. You can put everything in there. Oh, maybe also my phone charger and laptop. My skincare products. Oh, also my mixer if that one is still usable.’

He frowns. 

‘Okay, Capp, Tony, maybe join Cruz upstairs,’ lieutenant Severide says. As the other two make their way upstairs as well, the lieutenant says to me: ‘That’s the beauty about being lieutenant. You can just lean back and relax whenever you want.’

‘I heard that, Severide,’ Joe says and I let out a little chuckle. 

˚ · • . ° .

Squad 3 turned on its sirens and brought me back home. Joe carries me out of the truck and places me in my wheelchair again. ‘Thank you, Joe. For today, for my stuff, for everything. It truly means a lot.’

He hangs the bag on the handle of my wheelchair. ‘Of course,’ he says. ‘You know Molly’s?’

‘The bar? I’ve heard of it, yes.’

‘Swing by tomorrow night,’ he offers. ‘If of course you have time.’

‘I’d love to.’

‘Call me when you’re close, so I can help you inside, okay?’

‘Okay, Joe Cruz. Thank you so much for today. I truly owe you a lot.’

He shakes his head. ‘No, it’s all okay.’ He gets back in the Squad truck again and honks and flashes the lights as he drives off. My mother walks over to my wheelchair.

‘Who’s that?’

‘That is Joe Cruz,’ I say, ‘the man who saved me from the fire.’

‘He’s cute.’

While I roll my eyes, I have to admit: he really is cute.

˚ · • . ° .

That night my parents dropped me off in front of Molly’s and like I promised, I called Joe on the way over, only to see him already waiting outside. Once I’m secured in my wheelchair and my parents drove off, my eye lands on something.

‘Joe, did you build a ramp?’ I ask.

He smiles brightly. ‘I did. Together with the guys from Squad.’

‘Why?’

‘Because…’ He shrugs, scratching himself in the back of his neck. ‘Well, I figured this place should be more wheelchair accessible. We have a lot of firefighters, police officers and doctors coming here. Maybe some of these people are in a wheelchair, but never come here because of the stairs.’ He looks so innocently darling as he clears his throat and is visibly a little awkward. ‘Come on, let’s try it out, okay?’

I nod and he pushes me up the ramp and I can say with certainty; it works perfectly.

‘You sure it’s not too steep?’

I shake my head. ‘No, it’s perfect, Joe. Thank you.’

Once we’re in Molly’s and after I’m greeted by the rest of the Squad, the battalion chief of firehouse 51, Wallace Boden, the paramedics and some of the Truck and Engine guys and girls, Joe and I are secluded in a corner, both with a drink in our hands.

I wonder when he’s going to ask about it, because judging from the look in his eyes, he really wants to know. Almost on cue, he asks: ‘How did it happen? If you don’t mind me asking.’

I purse my lips together. ‘I got in a car accident,’ I say, ‘and that caused a spinal injury, which led to me being paralyzed from the waist down.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, placing his hand on mine.

‘Well, had I been rescued minutes later, I wouldn’t even be here. I’m just glad and happy to be alive.’

He nods. ‘Me too.’

The night goes by so fast, I absolutely hate to see time fly by, but it’s been quite a while since I went to a bar like this and judging from my fatigue, I’m painfully out of practice. Joe however doesn’t seem to mind, because he drives me home, as we get to know one another even better. 

The thing with Joe Cruz is: he makes helping me seem so effortless. Lifting me up, clearing the way for me. It’s all so natural with him,

The two of us are in front of my place, both postponing the moment of actually saying goodbye. ‘Thank you for taking me home, Joe,’ I say, ‘I truly appreciate it.’

‘Not a problem.’ He tilts his head. ‘You’re really tired, aren’t you?’

‘I’m doing my best to hide it, but it’s just impossible.’

He chuckles. ‘I appreciate the effort.’ He’s crouched down next to my wheelchair, his face so close to mine. His fingers push a strand of hair behind my ear. ‘I’ll call you tomorrow, if that’s alright with you.’

I smile. ‘I’d love that, Joe.’

It appears he’s contemplating whether or not to do it, but he bridges the gap between us, pressing a gentle kiss on my cheek. I turn my head, so the next one lands on my lips. It had been a long time since I last kissed, because the wheelchair freaks people out and dates have been non existent ever since my accident.

But not with Joe Cruz, because with him I feel like I got a bit of myself back, in the midst of losing my apartment and therefore a little bit of myself. 

Finally.

˚ · • . ° .

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