#s.w.a.t fanfic

[gemstone-roses]

Frustrated

David deacon Kay (s.w.a.t) x reader

Summary: after a few bad dates leaves you... unsatisfied, deacon takes care of you. 18+ only there be smut ahead. Praise kink, teasing. Fingering. Pet names (honey, sweetheart). Deacon isn't married in this.

Warnings: mentions of bad dates not making reader cum, fingering, female reader.

A:N- I'm feral for this man. Minors be gone this work and this blog is strictly for those 18 and over. Reminder you are responsible for your own media consumption. Likes and reblogs much appreciated ty🥺 maybe I'll do a part two👀

"Rough night"? A gruff voice asks from behind his locker.

"Yeah something like that" you sigh, shutting your locker a bit too hard.

"Another terrible date?" He probes, shutting his own locker and looking at you.

You swallow, slightly embarrassed, and what makes it worse is that your having this conversation with the one man on your squad you've had a crush on forever, your closest friend on the team.

"Well, he got what he wanted, I uhm, ugh never mind" you chuckle nervously.

Deacons brows furrow.

"Anything I can do?" He asks kindly and you can't help the thoughts that swarm your mind, thinking of him, you, together.

It's been a rough shift, you excuse yourself to the bathroom of the bar the whole team is relaxing in.

Your wound up, the adrenaline from the day hasn't worn off fully, your not looking where your going when you bump into something hard.

Someone.

It causes you to stumble back slightly.

"oh sorry I wasn't paying attention" you say, resting your arm behind you on the bathroom door.

"Are you okay y/n?" His brows furrow again and your heart speeds up, he's so kind, so genuine, so hot.

"Y-yeah why" you say.

"You seem a little.. tightly wound today" he steps closer to you and you make no effort to move, allowing him to cage his arms on either side of you.

"I'll be okay, i just need to-

Deacon bites his lip, your brain short circuits for a moment.

"Need to what honey?" Deacon moves one of his hands to your waist, he strokes his thumb across your side.

"I need to, uhm, you know" you mumble, and deacon tuts slightly.

"Words honey" he teases and you take in a shaky breath

"I need to cum" you whisper, heat rising up your neck as you admit it.

Deacons chest heaves at your confession.

And with a surprising amount of confidence you add

"Make me cum, David?" And his lips are on yours instantly.

He kisses you furiously, pushing open the bathroom door with one hand and guiding you into it with the other.

You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him as he pushes you against the bathroom wall breaking the kiss to catch his breath.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" he confesses.

"Me too" you say and he smiles at you.

"You gonna let me take care of you honey?" He leans into your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses as you moan again.

Deacon moves his hand to the top of your trousers

"Come on honey what did I say? Use your words sweetheart"

"Yes" you huff out, desperate for his touch.

"Good girl" he touches his nose to yours as his hand finally dips below your waistband.

He runs his fingers up and down your clothed pussy a few times, humming in satisfaction.

"You're soaking" he whispers

"Deac" you whisper, leaning your head back.

He moves your panties to the side and slides a finger through your soaking folds, bringing it up to circle your clit.

He catches your moan in another kiss, this time a gentle one.

He rubs your clit slowly, applying pressure at the same time.

"You make the prettiest sounds" he says as he slides a finger into you.

"Oh deac" you whine.

He keeps one finger circling your clit as he pumps the other one inside you, seeing your reaction, he inserts another finger.

You feel a pressure building within, your breathing speeds up as deacon curls his finger to hit that spot.

"Oh fuck deac I'm gonna-

"You gonna cum for me honey? Already? You needed this didn't you sweetheart" he speeds up his fingers as he speaks, you grip his shoulders tight, your orgasm fast approaching.

"I got you, come for me honey"

"Fuck deac I- your words stop short as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"That's it, let go baby" he comforts you as you release around him.

"Oh my god" you whisper, coming down from your high.

"That was incredible" he groans, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Feel better?" He asks, embracing you, hands resting on your ass.

You nod, bringing your lip between your teeth.

"Shall we, get out of here?" You propose, eyes moving to the prominent bulge in his pants.

And deacon has never moved so fast in his life.

#david deacon kay #s.w.a.t imagine #deacon x reader #david kay x reader #s.w.a.t fanfic #swat imagine #swat fanfiction #david deacon kay x reader #swat cbs imagine #swat cbs fanfiction

[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

When will I come up with a name for this? Only time will tell....

PART 7. <3

The next morning Nikki woke up in the arms of the man she loved. Their night together was everything Nikki had dreamed of and more. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” David said, his voice still heavy with sleep, when he realized his lady was awake. 

“Mmm, good morning, baby.” She moaned and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. 

“Would you like to take a shower with me?”

“Is shower sex involved?” Nikki asked with a chuckle. 

“One hundred percent yes.” 

After their first night together Nikki wasn’t sure if she could physically endure anymore orgasms, but she would love to bring David to another one and it still felt amazing in the process. She followed David into the shower once he had gotten the water hot. He pulled her into his embrace as the water ran down their intertwined bodies. After a few moments, David pulled Nikki from his chest, turned her around and began make sure her hair was wet and ready for shampoo. He grabbed her shampoo, squirted some into his hand and began working it through her hair, massaging it into her scalp. After her hair was soaped up, he took the time to wash his own hair and beard while Nikki cleaned her face with face wash. Once Nikki rinsed her face, David washed his hair and beard, then turned Nikki again so he could work the shampoo out of her hair. Nikki stood with her arms folded in front of her, enjoying the intimacy she was sharing with David. Nikki put conditioner in her hair while David put her body wash on her loufa. She turned around to face him and kissed his cheek as he began washing her chest. 

“I love you, David Kay.” 

David paused washing Nikki’s body and looked at her with a smile, “I love you more than anything, baby… and I will never get tired

of hearing you say it.” 

Nikki rinsed after David washed her, only to have to wash again once David was finished with her. She loved making him feel so good. 

The couple was on the way to grab lunch once they finished in the shower and got dressed. David’s hand was holding Nikki’s on the center console. 

“So, one thing that I completely forgot about last night… we didn’t use a condom and we didn’t talk about me pulling out…” David said.

Nikki could sense the hesitation in his voice. 

“My birth control is in my arm…” She said, “It stays there. I haven’t had a period in years and I’ve spent 31 years in this body, I know ovulation aches and pains and I also haven’t had those in years. I’m not concerned, but if you are, I don’t mind condoms.”

“No, baby, I was just asking. I don’t want to scare you off, nor am I trying to have the ‘I’m ready for kids when you are.’ Talk, but there are worse things in this world than making a baby with someone you love.” 

Nikki grew distant for a moment and Deacon was worried he might have scared her by being too forward. His worry multiplied when he saw tears threatening to spill from her eyes. The couple sat in silence until he noticed her breathing pattern change – attempting to calm herself without falling apart.  

“Baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t -“

“No, David, it’s not you…” Nikki said. Deacon squeezed her hand. She sniffed. 

“There was one part of the story I left out when I told you about the attack from my ex.” She suddenly became petrified of telling her lover the truth. She was terrified that he would lose all trust in her and worst of all – she was scared she would lose him.

“What’s that, love?” His voice was soft… comforting. 

“The reason that he attacked me that day was because he found out I was pregnant… despite raping me on multiple occasions, he was insistent that he didn’t want children. I had to agree with him. No child should have been born into that environment. I hid my pregnancy for 23 weeks - that’s why I was trying to leave. Until he found the sonogram pictures in my car. When he cut me that day, he missed my uterus, but my blood loss killed my baby.”

The tears spilled from her eyes as she thought back on feeling her baby move and watching her belly grow. Her baby would always be a part of her. Deacon had no words for his girl. He immediately pulled into the next parking lot, got out, and took Nikki into his arms as she sobbed. He was surprised that she had kept this from him after telling him the first part of her story, but he made conscious efforts to put himself in her shoes. Regardless, he couldn’t be mad at her – not with her falling apart in his arms like this. 

“He took so much from me, David.” She cried in between breaths.

“I know, I know, baby.” Deacon tried to console her as he rubbed her hair. He kissed her head.

Nikki thought she had gotten over this…. But again, maybe she hadn’t. 

Deacon was slightly bothered that Nikki had left out such a huge part of that story, but after seeing how much it still affected her, he decided to let it go.  

“Her name was going to be Dakota…” Nikki said, her voice weak with surrender. 

“I know she would have been just as beautiful as you, darling. There’s not a doubt in my mind she’s watching down over you, so very proud of the woman you are.” 

Deacon held his love in his arms until she indicated she was ready to resume their day. Once they were in his truck on their way to food again, Nikki began apologizing. She hadn’t meant to unload on David like she had and part of her felt guilty for not disclosing this information beforehand, but now she understood why her mind chose to suppress it. 

“Sweetheart, please don’t ever apologize for feeling the way you feel. I’m here to love you through it all.” Deacon kissed the back of her hand. 

Nikki knew Deacon had questions and she was more than willing to answer, so she began. 

“I guess that’s why I never got into another relationship after Jason - my ex. I knew the heartache I experienced every single day knowing what a horrible dad my baby was going to have and I knew that in order to protect her, it would mean leaving… and leaving killed her.” Nikki felt nauseated at finally voicing these thoughts, feelings, and emotions, but she continued. “I’ve never met anyone that even came close to what a husband and father should be in my opinion. I always refused to put myself or any innocent lives in that danger again. It ate away at me for so long and clearly it still bothers me, but I’ve come a long, long way since then.

“I want to have children one day, with the right person and David, you are my person. I don’t necessarily want children right now, but you give me such a security… you are home to me, David. That’s why last night, I didn’t care what happened in the aftermath of it all. I still don’t. My birth control does a pretty effective job, and one day, when we decide it’s time to have children, I can get it removed, but until then, I’m not die hard on all preventative measures.”

“Nikki, whatever makes you feel at ease is what I am willing to do for you… no matter what that means.” David looked longingly into Nikki’s eyes as he parked in the restaurant parking lot. He leaned across the console, pulling Nikki in for a kiss. Her lips still tasted salty from her earlier tears and it crushed him. 

Several days later at work, Hondo walked in on Deacon searching for Jason Matthews. 

“Who’s that?” Hondo inquired. 

“Nikki’s ex-husband…” Deacon said, lost in concentration as he read the prick’s rap sheet. 

“Ex-husband?”

“Yeah, man.” 

“You didn’t tell me she came with all of that baggage… does she still talk to him?”

Hondo’s words struck a nerve in Deacon and he found himself slightly irritated at his teammate. He opened the window that held Matthews’ obituary and slid the laptop Hondo’s way. Hondo’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the article that detailed how the man lost his life. 

“Holy… fucking… shit…” Hondo looked up at Deacon, “I’m so sorry, man.” 

Deacon took the laptop back and scrolled through several mugshots. Most of them were from his marriage to Nikki. 

“She was pregnant too…”

This caught Hondo off guard and Deacon could tell by puzzled expression on the man’s face. 

“That’s what started it all. He raped her, found out she was pregnant halfway through the pregnancy, didn’t want the kid, so tried to kill the kid himself by gutting her. Nikki shot him in the head, but lost so much blood it killed her baby… Her baby girl.” 

Hondo had no words.

“Yeah, I was just as surprised as you are. But you’d never be able to tell it, brother. She’s had to do even more work on herself than I have.” 

“She’s a fighter,” Hondo agreed. “So does she want kids later on?”

Deacon nodded. “She’s on birth control now, but that’s all we use.”

“And how do you feel about that?” 

Deacon appreciated how Hondo always cared about his situation, but ultimately cared the most about him as his SWAT family member. 

“Honestly? She could tell me she’s pregnant right now and I would be just as happy as if it were something we were planning. I’m not scared of it, man.” 

“You know,” Hondo grinned, “You’re gonna marry that girl one day.” 

Deacon chuckled. “You are absolutely right. 

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[brinleyparke]

S.W.A.T. (2017) fanfic ideas/prompts

I add new ones pretty often, so keep checking the lists for new prompts.

Some of these ideas can be combined.

Who did go see Street while he was in the hospital after the surgery if Hondo was in Mexico, and Luca and Chris were in Germany?

Street is tired and sore after a long day at work. Molly gives him a massage. (SFW).

Sick Street

After Street gets kicked out of S.W.A.T. and sent back down to patrol, Street starts doing more undercover work.

When Luca is staying at Street's place in season 1, Luca finds out that Street has nightmares, but not about cases. They're about his old man and the bad foster homes.

(Season 1 or early season 2) "Look, Hondo," says Buck, "deep down, Street is still just a scared kid who's been used, abused, neglected, manipulated, and abandoned by the people who are supposed to take care of him too many times."

What if Deac and Annie or just Annie visited Street in the hospital after the transplant surgery?

H/C – Molly comforting Street

What if Street's uncle somehow found out about the transplant and decided to visit his nephew? Luckily, Deacon (who I like to think of as one of Street's work/surrogate dads; Hondo is the other) is there, too, to check in on the kid. Even better if Annie is there, too, and goes Mama Bear Mode.

Street offers to babysit Vivien for Hondo and Nichelle. After seeing how good he is with her, they say yes. Based on the scene at the beginning of 6x18, where Hondo says, "I thought we were gonna have to kick Street and Chris out last night." Nichelle replies, "I had no idea Street was such a baby person."

Street tells Buck he's going to give half of his liver to his mom. Buck is supportive.

Buck finds out about the team's tendency to treat Street like 💩 (maybe Buck is at HQ and sees it happen or maybe Street tells him inadvertently). He is none too pleased with his former team.

Street has never been to the aquarium before, so Molly takes him there on a date.

The team throws Street a surprise birthday party, not realizing he's never had any kind of birthday party before.

Street goes undercover as a male stripper

Suggested by @erinsworld – After Street gets kicked off SWAT and put back on patrol, he ends up without a partner. Patrol commander thinks he's a hot-shot trouble maker who needs to be taught a lesson. Street tells his Capt that it's policy to have a partner. Street doesn't question it when the captain falsely tells him that the order for him to ride solo came from Hondo because "Since he likes being a lone wolf so much, he doesn't need a partner." Street has been neglected, used, abused, and abandoned by all the people who are supposed to take care of him and protect him. He sees Hondo as just another person who has abandoned him. So why would he question Hondo's "orders"?

Slight AU – What if after Hondo kicks Street off the team, Street gets really hurt when he responds to a call where things went sideways? By really hurt, I mean really, really hurt. They search Street's locker for the letter, but they don't find it because he burned it after Hondo fired him.

Slight AU – What if Street wrote his letter to Buck or to Nate instead of to Chris?

Slight AU – What if Street reunites with Nate after being kicked out of S.W.A.T. instead of on a case in season 3?

Slight AU – What if after Street's bike is stripped for parts, he calls Buck instead of Chris?

Slight AU – After getting kicked out of S.W.A.T., Street decides to put in a transfer back to Long Beach. He starts taking more risks in the field. (Maybe he starts doing more undercover work because he has nothing to lose.) When he is injured pretty badly, the hospital calls Buck bc he's Street's emergency contact.

Slight AU – What if Street stayed with Buck after the fight with his mom instead of couch surfing?

Slight AU (6x10) – What if after Street was benched from the case, he went with Rocker's team on a raid or something because they were down a man for some reason, and Hicks approved it? And what if on that raid Street gets hurt (maybe he takes a bullet for one of the team or a witness or victim, or he takes a necessary (to him) risk)? Maybe, for some humor, Rocker can be like, "Oh shit. Chris is gonna kill me." (Or Molly if you are a Strolly fan like me) Street can reply, "Nah, she'll kill me." Then, Rocker will say, "You know what? She'll probably kill both of us." Street will be like, "If Hondo doesn't kill us first."

AU – What if Hondo didn't just kick Street off of SWAT? What if he took his badge and gun, too? Possibilities: (1) Maybe Street starts racing to get money instead of just doing it for fun. (2) Maybe Street starts up his own garage where he fixes bikes. Perhaps he hears some of his customers talking about something illegal. He tells Hicks. They send him undercover. (3) Maybe Street goes back to Club G (from 1x04, where the bouncer said Street has "potential") and works there to make ends meet.

AU – Victor and Bonnie got to have a real wedding. Bonnie doesn't turn out to be a cheating, lying tramp, and Molly catches the bouquet.

AU/Slight AU – Street never breaks up with Molly. Street asks Hicks' permission to marry Molly.

AU – What if Strolly (Street/Molly) stayed together?

AU – Nate doesn't die. (Maybe Nolan couldn't find him. Maybe Street got there on time, or maybe Nate was somehow able to get away.)

Arrow x-over: Werner Zytle has managed to distribute his new version of Vertigo (it makes you hallucinate your biggest fear) to L.A.. Oliver finds out and goes to L.A.. On a S.W.A.T. raid, Street gets dosed with the vertigo. His team tries to comfort him, but to little or no avail, and they don't have an antidote. The Green Arrow comes in and saves the day.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine x-over: Terry/Street

Brooklyn Nine-Nine x-over: Street and Peralta as chaotic besties.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine x-over: Luca and Peralta as chaotic besties.

Moonlight x-over: What if the foster parents at one of the homes Street lived in were vampires who like to feed on children? One night, Buck tries to call Street. Maybe just to check in. At first, Buck doesn't think much of it. Then, it happens again the next night. The next day at work, Buck finds out several kids have just disappeared from that neighborhood. A private investigator offers his help to find the missing kids.

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[streakyglasses]

darling, you're the one i want

He’s on one knee, hands stretched out to her with a box, and he’s looking at her like hers is the only face he ever wants to see.

A mini-series of different proposal possibilities, inspired by 7x05.

Read on ao3 or ffn, or under the cut

The California sun beats down on Street and Chris as they reach the peak of Solstice Canyon, not yet as hot as it will be, but hot enough. Water from the different falls that once provided a cool reprieve on their neck and wrists has long dried and been replaced with sweat and the grit of dirt. 

Chris looks as beautiful as ever to Street. Despite her being in front, her hand reached back for his at the start of the trail and she hasn’t let go except when she’s had to, to get over the rocky terrain. Her tan skin glows, and the tattoos over her arms and back, the newest addition of a small ‘26’ just above her wrist bone, are like a map to the future. Every time she glances back to make sure he’s still with her, the gold flecks in her eyes grow. He wants to live in them. 

“You good?” She asks with a laugh as they finally reach the overlook. Wiping his brow with his freehand and chugging down water, he nods. 

“Perfect.” Street confirms, hands on his knees. “You do this every Saturday morning?” 

“Pretty much. First with Champ, then it was a nice change from the intensity of SWAT. I’m glad you finally got out here with me.”

“Me too,” he smiles, his heart rate coming down from the hike so he can appreciate the never-ending view of lush greens and blue sky. There’s a boulder to the side that Chris props herself on to take it all in. He slides off his backpack, eyeing the front pocket as his pulse picks up again, then takes a deep breath and joins her. She leans into him when he wraps his arm around her shoulder. 

“This is beautiful,” Street murmurs, eyes locked on Chris. She rolls hers but is betrayed by the soft pink blush that paints over her cheeks. Sitting in the silence with nothing but the gentle breeze and sound of the other’s breathing, she finds his free hand and squeezes it. 

They sit in the moment until a speck of sand gets caught in her throat and she takes her hand back to cover her cough. Rubbing easy circles on her back, Street leans over and grabs his water bottle to hand to her, his backpack coming with it. 

“Ugh, thank you,” Chris says, turning to the side to finish clearing her throat. 

Certain this might be his only opportunity, Street feels the world stop around him. The air stills, the rustling of the leaves stops, and the only thing he’s aware of is his own heartbeat, Chris next to him, and the box in his backpack. Fingers moving of their own volition, he gets the front pocket unzipped and closes his hand around the small blue box. 

His blood rushes in his ears as his knee hits the hard, dusty ground, and he dries his palms on his shorts before getting a good hold on the box and opening it. The semicircle of diamonds sparkles in the high sunlight and the gold half shines with a bright reflection of whatever catches it. He sees his hands shaking ever so slightly but makes no effort to still them. His pupils dilate the longer he waits for her to turn around. 

After coughing for what feels like an eternity, Chris opens the water bottle and finishes it. Her eyes close as she relishes how it slows her back down and cuts through the heat. Shaking off the last of the attack, she wipes her eyes and the water on her chin, and turns to give Street the bottle back. 

“Than—”

“Will you marry me?” 

Chris freezes. Street’s voice hits her, but the words don’t process as she takes in the scene in front of her. He’s on one knee, hands stretched out to her with a box, and he’s looking at her like hers is the only face he ever wants to see. She knows her mouth is hanging open and her eyes are wide, stunned to silence in a way she’s never been before. Slowly, the steadiness of her heart beat resonates through the rest of her as it all clicks into place how right this feels. 

Her eyes trace back up his face, his bottom lip now between his teeth as the nerves that were a spark before grow into a wild blaze. He wants to tell her to say something, or to repeat himself in case she didn’t hear him, but he doesn’t have to as she stands and takes a step towards him, pushed on by some innate knowing, reaching out until their hands brush. It sends the same kind of want through him that it did on the first day they met. 

“Yes,” Chris says, bringing the world back to its axis for both of them. A bird squawks, and she brings a hand up to block her eyes from the sun as he takes the ring from the box and slides it onto her left ring finger. Her hand takes his before he can drop it as he tucks the box back into his shorts pocket. Standing, Street lets every sensation from the smell of the breeze to the itchiness of tiny gravel stuck in his knee sink in, not wanting to forget a thing. 

With her hand, he pulls her in easily and wraps his arms around her back, meeting their lips as her feet leave the ground. She laughs against his lips until he sets her down. Pulling back, arms loose around his neck, she matches his wide smile and gazes at the ring over his shoulder. 

“I love you,” she repeats as their eyes meet again. Street manages to smile even bigger as his heart slows back down and all the tension drains from his body. 

“I love you so much.” 

He kisses her again and then a third time, Chris just as eager. She brings her newly-adorned hand to cradle his face as he deepens the kiss and moans. 

They’re breathless when they part, and tears rush to Street’s eyes when he sees the ones lining her lash line. She hugs him as close as she physically can and nuzzles into his neck. His heart is beating like a drum in his chest, strong and steady. 

“That’s why you agreed to hike with me?” Chris teases, needing a lightness to cut through the moment and recenter them. His dimples get deeper and he brushes his thumb over her cheekbone, any air of his usual cockiness traded for pure emotion. 

“It is.” He chuckles softly. “It’s special to you, now it’s special to us.” 

Street looking out over the horizon once more, she keeps her gaze locked on his profile. 

“Got a hell of a view.” She murmurs, her breath hot on his skin. A shiver runs through him, and he turns back to her, stepping behind her so he can wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her cheek. His chin finds her shoulder, and he grins.

“Got a hell of a girl, too.”

#jim street #chris alonso #stris #swat cbs #swat #cbs swat #s.w.a.t cbs #my writing #s.w.a.t #chris x street #street x chris #stris fanfic #stris fanfiction #swat fanfic #swat s7 spoilers #swat s7

[the-dark-ghost]

On my end, ever since I watched S.W.A.T, I can't get Farrell and Renner's characters out of my head.

Discovering that Colin appeared in "Daredevil (2003)" as Bullseye made my brain explode. I literally love Clint more than anything, and knowing that somehow both of them portrayed characters in the same franchise (I know Daredevil isn't part of the MCU) is something I found damn interesting, lol.

I need some Clint/Bullseye. Perhaps both in Jim and Brian's place, but with the attitudes/stories/names of Clint and Dex. I don't know, it would be interesting. Or Bullseye getting into trouble with The Avengers, and Clint trying to clean up the mess, confronting him.

Or maybe, I don't know, a story unrelated to the Avengers but simply about Ronnie and Infinity War/Endgame. Who knows? Maybe after the snap, one day, Clint meets a mysterious assassin (Bullseye), and they end up getting along, trying to soothe each other's tragedy and pain with some companionship and poorly expressed love.

AHHHHH, I don't know, but I need something, I really need it!

PS: it has absolutely nothing to do with it but... OMG, what a beauty:

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[cam-writes-apparently]

My love | Tan x Street

Summary: After a triggering day at work the last thing Street wants to do is go out with the team but it’s alright because Tan will always be there to help <3

Authors note: This turned out longer than I expected, still it was great fun to write. Let me know if i should write a part two | unedited |

Word count: 879

Genre: Hurt\Comfort

Warning: mention of child abuse, panic attacks

With the shift's end nearing, Street steps into the locker room, peeling his shirt off with a sigh; it's been a long day for the team. Chasing down Street's uncle may have brought up some triggering memories, but keeping it to himself seemed like the best idea as he didn't want to worry anyone.

Tan was next to enter the locker room, sitting on the bench behind Street "we don't have to go; we could just go home, have a shower, cuddle, watch movies or even just sleep?" Street softly sighs. The team had decided to go out for drinks tonight; he didn't want to go; Street didn't even know why he agreed; maybe keeping it a secret was a bigger deal than he realised. Street shakes his head slightly as he puts on a new shirt, closing his locker and turning to face Tan "why? I'm fine," he says. He Kisses Tan's forehead before leaving the room; he's thankful for his boyfriend's efforts, but pretending everything is okay just feels like the better option.

-

A wave of anxiety hits Street as they enter the bar; he's not sure why, but the noise, a large number of people, and he's suddenly very aware of everything and everyone. With his emotions on high alert, Street is ready to turn around and run straight home to bed. It isn't until Tan places his hand on his lower back that Street remembers why they are there, but moving seems impossible, with the memories flooding his brain. Tan pushes him slightly, placing a light kiss on his cheek. Street shoves his hands in his pockets and holds his head up high; he can do this, he's got to do this, so walking up to his team with a smile, he steals Luca's beer. Tan sighs softly, following him but not before buying them a beer; he doesn't want to deal with a Luca and Street fight tonight.

Street taps his fingers on the table as the conversation of today's shift continues to flow through his ears. This is not what Street needs to hear, and Tan knows that. The team doesn't, and saying anything just seems to jeopardise Street's wants, "it's not often I say this, but I'm glad we got to hand over this case; that man made me sick, and the thought of what else he could've done-" Deacon cuts himself off with a sigh. That's when Tan notices Street is staring. Although he wishes he could say Street's just zoned out, he can tell it's an anxiety attack. The tapping of the fingers, the staring in the mix of rapid blinking, the small foot taps, it's all a dead giveaway. Tan wraps his arm around Street's waist, hoping not to draw too much attention to them. Pulling Street closer, he kisses his forehead softly. Today the team had to chase down Street's uncle. Nearing the end of the shift, Hicks found out who he was, so instead of causing a scene, he handed the case over to 50-squad. Tan's sure Hicks came up with some sort of excuse. Still, he didn't care about that because Tan just couldn't figure out how he knew the guy; it wasn't until Hicks handed the case over to 50-squad and Street wasn't around that it clicked. Now Street was the only priority; he just wanted to get him out of this chaos without causing a riff in his relationship or his team. Don't date teammates.

-

Tan's holding back tears as he drives, a quick 15-minute ride home now feeling like an eternity as he listens to his boyfriend's sobs. Honestly, he expected this; the breakdown had been brewing all day. As Tan pulled into the driveway, he looked at the broken man sitting next to him. Getting out of the car, he grabs their bags and places them inside; then, opening the passenger side door, he picks Street up gently, causing an immediate bear hug for Tan. Street needs a different kind of love, the kind you need after watching your mother kill your father in front of you and try to get you to take the blame, the kind of love you need when one of your abusers needs a place to stay, and they pick your apartment, the kind of love you need when you bottle your emotions up till you can't take it anymore, and you finally break down, the kind of love of hiding even from the people you care about most. Tan? Tan gives that love away for free he might as well tattoo it on his forehead. And Tan loves Street more than anything in the world; he'd do anything for him, so cuddling and playing with his hair while he waits for Street to drift off is how this night ends.

Tan is up early the following day, cooking some sort of breakfast concoction. He knows; he knows Street will want to pretend nothing happened. And Tan's going to let it slide this time, they have a shift today, and he knows Hondo won't let it go. So Tan's just going to settle for a bit of extra love-giving and wait for the truth to come out to the rest of 20-squad when Street's ready.

#anne writes #js #vt #s.w.a.t. fanfic #20-squad

[cameron-watches-shit]

Im still obsessed with the idea of hondo using She/They for street

#s.w.a.t. #s.w.a.t gc fanfic #jim street #<33

[striswashappyalexandlinaandswat]

Stris fic😊🤩My take on that 5.22 promo pic.

#swat cbs #swat #s.w.a.t. #cbs swat #chris alonso #lina esco #jim street #alex russell #season 5 #david bradley lim #jay harrington #deacon kay #victor tan #dominic luca #kenneth johnson #stris #chris x street #fanfic writing #fanfic

[thestonedwriter]

Writing dry spell y’all give me ideas!!!

#writing ideas #fanfic ideas #the walking dead #s.w.a.t. #stranger things #supernatural #the last of us

[nilletellsstories]

My stance on Buck, Tommy, Buck and Tommy, and Buddie.

This is about to become an essay so... yeah, you've been warned!⚠️

So, I am a big Buddie shipper. I wasn't always, I must admit. I've been keeping a distance if you will from Slash-shipping and voicing my opinion about shipping after some sh*tty bullying from Sterek fanatics for being a big shipper of Stydia. But eventually i started reading Buddie fanfics and i was sold.

Now, with all these new developments with Buck, Tommy, and Eddie, I would now like to give my opinion about it.

Buck

Buck's bi! Or he likes boys too and kissing them! But he's queer! As a bi-curious girl, seeing this happen for him and reading the interviews with Oliver Stark about Buck's sexuality, have solidified something for me and helped me accept that it's okay to not have a label on my sexuality, that it's okay to be fluid and have opinions change, it just has to be YOUR truth. Not another one's truth. So, yeah, I'm bi-curious, not bisexual. That is my truth. If you wanna know more about it and me, my ask and messages are open! I would love to talk!

Tommy

I love him. I love the character. Even from the flashback episodes with Hen, Bobby and Chim. I like the actor a lot from his other works, especially Sgt. Rocker from S.W.A.T., though there, I had to warm up to him, tbh.

But, Tommy. Tommy is good guy. I genuinely believe that. Of course, we don't know much about him, other than he's formerly been apart of the 118, now at the 127, he's someone who likes to help out (when chim called him to help out the 118 with a fire in a neighbourhood and with flying the team out in to a HURRICANE to save Bobby and Athena), and apparently he likes Twilight 😉

I know that we found out in the latest episode that he was also in the army, knows muay thai, but you know that I mean. Bottomline (so far), I love Tommy Kinard!

Buck & Tommy

Buck and Tommy as a pairing is a surprise that i didn't see coming, but a happy and welcoming one. I love this ship. For me, it makes sense. Tommy is the right person for Buck for right now. I hope that they get the rest of the season together, where Tommy can guide, teach, cuddle, show Buck "the ropes" and just be there for him through this new stage in Buck's life. Buck needs that, in my opinion. Buck needs Tommy.

This relationship with Tommy is what I believe to be a part of Buck’s discovery and journey towards Buddie.

The Buddie of It All

For me, Buddie is endgame, no doubt about it.

But, while it's been a long time already, I don't want it to happen RIGHT NOW. Buck only just realised that he likes boys too and kissing them. Eddie is DEFINITELY not there yet.

Which is why, again, I think Tommy is good for Buck now. If they went with Buddie straight away, something would just be not right. It wouldn't make any sense.

Eddie needs to have his own discovery and journey.

In the Future

I hope The Powers That Be make it so that this season (season 7) is about Buck and his discovery and journey, with the season maybe ending with Eddie having his and then season 8 (YAY!! Thank you ABC!) can be his journey, so we end season 8 with Buddie actually happening.

This, for me, should absolutely NOT be rushed. There needs to be a journey for both Buck and Eddie before Buddie happens. Tommy will be a part of Buck’s journey and I actually hope that Eddie will get his own Tommy to help him through his journey.

Yes, it's been 6 seasons already, but neither Buck nor Eddie are ready for Buddie yet, no matter how much us fans are.

If you guys are still here reading, thank you. If you wanna talk about something I've written here or just ramble about other shows, movies, pairings, etc., my asks and messages on here are open!

#911 abc #nillerants #this hopefully makes sense #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #tuck #bummy #buddie #eddie diaz

[hlstead]

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[gemstone-roses]

I'll help you forget

David 'deacon' Kay x reader

Summary: reader has had a bad day, all reader wants is deacon.

Alright I'm sorry its a little sad at the beginning but it's worth it I promise.

@castle-of-ruin

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, minors be fucking gone from this place! Smut, teasing, praise kink, comfort sex. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ffs)

IF YOU SAW ME POST THIS BY ACCIDENT BEFORE IT WAS DONE NO YOU DIDNT

"hondo told me you had a rough shift". Deacon shuts his locker gently, walking over to you, he places his arm around your waist, a friendly gesture he's done many times before.

You flinch slightly, you've had such a terrible, awful day even being touched in a comforting way fills you with rage.

"Yeah, um, I'll see you at home deac" you send him a pathetic attempt at a smile that does not reach your eyes, before shifting out of his embrace.

You shared a house with Luca, and since deacon got divorced, him too.

Having him around was like an extra boost of happiness, he was so kind, and also happened to be extremely pleasing to look at.

Deacon frowned slightly, he'd never seen you be affected by a shift this bad before, all he wanted to do was take away your sad, take away whatever pain you were in.

Getting back home, you decide to get straight in the shower, as soon as the water hits your aching muscles, you let the tears you've been holding back flow.

You don't hear the front door shut due to the noise of the shower.

Thinking no ones home yet, you exit the shower in a shirt you pinched from luca one day.

"You've been crying" a deep voice says

"Jesus deac!" He startled you, and your nerves are already frayed.

Deacon walks over to where you stood, concern etched in his features.

"I didn't mean to startle you" he says softly, reaching out to touch your elbow.

"It's alright" you whisper

"You gonna tell me what's wrong honey?" He brings his hand up to your shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

"M fine" you sigh, closing your eyes and turning your face away from him, you cannot do this right now!

"look at me sweetheart" he grasps your chin so gently, wrapping his other arm around your waist,he doesn't let go as he stares into you, you can see how much he cares for you.

The sadness in your eyes staring back at him breaks his heart a little.

A tear runs down your face, you tried to hold it back but the way he's holding you right now pushes you over the edge.

He swipes it away with his thumb, he pulls you in closer to him.

"Deac" its barely audible, but he hears it, the crack in your voice.

Deacon leans into you, catching your lips in the softest kiss.

He pulls away far too early, his brows furrow as he studies your face, a silent question, checking your okay with this.

You respond by initiating this kiss this time, wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him into you, deacon presses his lips harder into yours, causing you to let out a moan. You feel deacon smirk as he's kissing you. He runs his hand down your spine slowly, the action sends heat straight to your core.

Deacon breaks the kiss again, leaning his forehead on yours

"I have wanted to do that for a very long time" he breathes, keeping his hands on your hips.

"I have wanted you to do that for a very long time" you smile back at him.

"You still feeling sad honey?" His deep voice comforts you, as well as making your pussy throb.

He takes your silence as a yes.

You worry your lip with your teeth

"Hey, it's okay" he assures you.

"Maybe if you kiss me again I'll feel better" you mumble.

"You want me to make you feel better sweetheart?" He's slightly breathless, eyes slightly hooded, pupils blown wide.

"Yeah" you whine.

Deacon takes your hand as he leads you to his room.

Pulling you into his room and over to the bed, he kisses you once more before pushing slightly for you to lie down. He places his hands on your thighs as you hit the mattress, meaning your legs dangle over the side of the bed.

Deacon positions himself in between your legs, moving his hands to slowly rub the inside of your thighs, he sees your breath hitch.

"Relax honey" he says before inching his hands closer to your core.

He swipes his thumb across your clothed core, making you whimper.

"Your soaking" he moans before crouching down and placing a feather light kiss to your pussy.

He hooks his fingers in the band of your underwear, and stops.

"Deac please" you cry.

"I need you to say it honey, c'mon, use your words"

You huff.

"I want you"

"Good girl" he praises as he finally removes your panties.

"Fuck" you moan at his words, your positively dripping now, and he hasn't even touched you.

Deacon places an open mouthed kiss to the top of your pussy, pushing a finger into you at the same time. You clench around his finger and deacon let's out a small groan.

He pumps his finger in and out of you while his tongue circles your clit slowly.

"Fuck deac" you whisper, he speeds up slightly at your words, adding another finger he archs them, reaching that spot inside you.

"Mm deac I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me honey" he says, mouth still on your clit, he feels your walls clench around his fingers, your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you.

He continues to pump his fingers in and out while you come down from your high.

"That was incredible" he breathes, removing his fingers from your dripping hole and bringing them up to lazily circle your clit.

"I-

"What is it sweetheart?"

"Fuck me, david" you say, sitting up to look him in the eye.

Deacons eyes darken slightly, he reaches for his belt, keeping his eyes on you as he strips.

"Lie back honey, head on the pillow" he says, freeing his hard cock from his boxers.

You scramble up the bed, waiting for him.

Deacon pumps his cock a few times before climbing on the bed to sit in between your legs.

"This is in my way" he says, gripping your shirt.

"Don't rip it! It's lucas!" You say

"He won't mind" deacon smirks, before ripping it off and throwing it to the side.

"You, are stunning" he whispers, placing a kiss to your lips before lining his cock up with your entrance.

You turn your head, shy, at his compliments.

"Don't hide from me honey" he grips your chin and turns your face back to look at him.

He pushes into you slowly, moaning as your pussy grips his cock.

"Jesus you feel so good" he whines as he bottoms out.

You whimper at the feeling of him inside you.

"You okay sweetheart?" He asks

"Yeah" you assure him.

"Take a deep breath honey"

He doesent move until you do.

"That's it, good" he says before thrusting into you slowly.

"I got you" deacon whispers. He keeps the place slow.

"You feel so good deac" you moan.

You clench around his cock as he thrusts into you.

Deacon whimpers as your walls flutter around him.

"Deac I'm gonna cum" you whine, closing your eyes.

"No, look at me, that's it, look at me when you cum honey" he thrusts into you hard.

" cum around my cock" he moans as his own orgasm approaches, his words making you release around him.

You feel his cock tighten inside you as his orgasm takes him.

He pulls out to lie next to you, one hand draped over your stomach.

"Feel better?" He asks

"Oh yes" you smile.

#s.w.a.t fanfic #deacon x reader #david 'deacon' kay x reader #s.w.a.t imagine #david kay x reader #s.w.a.t cbs

[camillyb]

this may seem like a lot but, do you have any fanfic (probably whump) recommendations for:

evan buckley (9-1-1)

Matt Casey (chicago fire)

the Halstead brothers (chicago med and PD)

john carter (ER)

Conrad Hawkins (the resident)

and lastly Jim Street (S.W.A.T 2017)?

thankss and have a great day!

hey! sorry for the delay in responding!

EVAN BUCKLEY (9-1-1) of @mystic-writings

MATT CASEY (CHICAGO FIRE) of @unmistakablyunknown

JAY HALSTEAD (CHICAGO P.D.) of @collecting-stories

WILL HALSTEAD (CHICAGO MED) of @resanoona

JAY & WILL X SISTER READER of @resanoona

JOHN CARTER (ER) of @dickgrcyscns

CONRAD HAWKINS (THE RESIDENT) of @daydreamingatnight209

JIM STREET (S.W.A.T.) of @blathannabeaga

here are my favs! have a great day!

#jim street x reader #evan buckley x reader #matt casey x reader #jay halstead x reader #will halstead x reader #halstead sister #john carter x reader #conrad hawkins x reader

[brinleyparke]

Fanfic Ideas/Prompts Masterlist Masterlist

Color Coding Key:

Crossovers are in green

AUs and Slight AUs are in blue

Prompts suggested by other people are in pink

NSFW is in red

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Kingsman

I add new ones pretty often, so keep checking the lists for new prompts.

#alex o'loughlin #arrowverse #fanfiction ideas #fanfic ideas #fan fic ideas #fanfiction prompts #s.w.a.t cbs #s.w.a.t. #swat 2017 #swat cbs #swat #kingsman #kingsman the secret service #kingsman the golden circle

[streakyglasses]

wrap your arms around me, baby boy

chapter 3 of darling, you're the one i want

*brief, nongraphic sexual content*

“I love you, too,” she whispers, her thumb petting his cheek. “What do you want to do today?”

"Marry me?"

Read on ao3, ffn, or under the cut

Chris’s moans fill the air. Her muscles spasm as Street brings her through the gentle aftershocks of her orgasm. His lips are as soft on her inner thighs as the pillows underneath her, and her fingers slowly loosen their grip on his hair. When she opens her eyes, early Sunday morning sun filters in through the slats in their blinds, the dust floating in the air like sparkles. Their clothes from the previous night are strewn around the room, and the memory brings a smile to her face that widens when he comes out from under the covers, wiping his jaw with the back of his hand. 

“Good?” Chris murmurs with a smirk. She lets go of the covers to hold the back of Street’s neck instead, pulling him in for a kiss. 

“Good,” he says against her lips. His body hovers over hers for a moment longer to take her in before he rolls onto his back and wraps an arm around her shoulders. On her side, Chris cradles his jaw and settles one of her legs between his, their ankles interlocked. 

“I love you,” he presses a kiss to her hairline and reaches his other arm out to feel around the nightstand for his phone. Checking the time, he sets it down and relaxes back onto the mattress. 

“And I love Sundays.” 

Laughing softly, Chris agrees. She traces her eyes over his face. The curve of his nose and eyelashes, the bow of his lip, the dip of his dimples. A blush creeps up her neck when his eyes flick over and catch her staring, but she doesn’t care. The way the light hits her face makes her look like an angel. He saves the image in his mind. 

“I love you, too,” she whispers, her thumb petting his cheek. “What do you want to do today?” 

Street shrugs. It isn’t often they both have a completely free day, and it sinks into him how much he wants every Sunday to be like this. Her hand slides from his jaw to rest on his chest, face nuzzling into the space between his shoulder and collarbone, and he splays his fingers where they lie on her bare back so he can hold as much of her as possible. 

“Marry me?” 

The words slip out before he means them to, but once they’re in the air Street feels how right they are, so he doesn’t backtrack. He feels Chris still for a lingering moment, and then her eyes are on him, skeptical until their gazes meet. The corners of her lip quirk up.

His voice is warm and steady when he speaks. Chris freezes at first, shock splashing over her. Regaining herself, she props herself up on his chest so she can see his face, and he’s smiling at her something perfect. His eyes are sparkling in the soft light, eyebrows slightly raised, with not a trace of doubt on his face. She feels her body relax. 

“Okay.” She says with an easy smile. “But the courthouse is closed on Sunday.” 

Street chuckles at her teasing tone. He tilts his chin down to meet their lips, and when they part, Chris stays where she is on his chest. 

“Not today, then, but soon.” He counters, Chris nodding in agreement. 

“We’re engaged,” she says. The words feel foreign in her mouth, but take the shape in front of her of a future she knows she wants. Taking her left hand, Street presses a kiss to her ring finger. 

“You need a ring.” 

“I don’t need—” she starts to say, but she’s cut off by his lips. 

“It’s with my dress blues in the closet.” 

Her mouth drops open for a second, a minute shake of her head as it buzzes all around her that this is really happening and not just a trick of the light. That he’s been thinking about it, for long enough to have already gotten a ring for her.

“Street,” Chris whispers, not sure where she’s going, but needing to know he’s real. He nods, features soft. 

“I knew my drawers wouldn’t be a good hiding spot, not with how much you wear my clothes.” He winks at her. It’s so familiar that it cuts through all of her apprehension and she laughs. Her mind starts to spin with excitement over what it looks like. Street sees the gears turning and how her pupils dilate. Letting out a laugh of his own, he carefully rolls her off him and onto the pillow, sliding out from under the covers. He kicks their clothes into a pile in the corner on his way to the closet. 

Images float through Chris’s mind—her cousins’ weddings, Deacon and Annie’s vow renewal, getting to tell her family—and she bites her lip as they turn into butterflies in her stomach. The closet door closes with a light thud and Street reenters her field of vision. Seeing him haloed by the light, chiseled muscles and a grin on his face, she can’t help her smile. 

“Chris Alonso,” he draws out her name in the air between them and kneels at the edge of the bed. She turns on her side to face him, holding up the covers around her chest with one arm. Opening the box he reveals the ring, beautiful, simple, and sparkling. “Marry me?” 

“Yes,” she smiles. Carefully, he takes the ring from the box and slides it onto her finger, and then rejoins her under the covers, Chris sitting up so they’re shoulder-to-shoulder. She takes a moment to admire it, exhaling. 

“I was going to plan a whole thing,” Street admits, a shyness to his words that makes her look over at him. “This just felt right.” He shrugs small, and she shakes her head to dispel any doubts he might have.

“This was perfect. I loved it,” She assures him with a light kiss to his jawline. “Although we’re not telling people any specifics if they ask. My family does not need to know you proposed to me while we were both naked.” 

“Agreed,” Street grins, his heart swelling whenever either of them say it. “How about we just tell them we got engaged on a Sunday morning?”

“That works,” she adjusts herself so she’s level with his neck to drop more, hungrier, kisses on his skin. Her breath is hot in his ear when she whispers, a shiver running through him as he lies down fully. 

“I love Sundays.” 

“Yeah,” Street breathes out. He tilts his head back to give her more access as his blood starts to rush. The light bounces off the ring so he can see it just for a second before his nerve endings light up and he closes his eyes in pleasure. “Me, too.”

#jim street #chris alonso #stris #swat cbs #swat #cbs swat #s.w.a.t cbs #my writing #s.w.a.t #chris x street #street x chris #stris fanfic #swat fic #probably my fave i've written so far tbh #it is just so soft and tender and i loved every second of doing it so i hope you also all love it #i love you all so much #sentimental ass bitch girl hours ❤️

[jemgirl86]

Watching two groups of stans have a delulu off online every other month is… interesting

Mostly because both fandoms are full of people who absolutely should know better at their big ages.

Like, okay, you know what it reminds me of? For a few months in high school, I was really into Colin Farrell. Like really into him. I watched when he’d go on the Today Show, hell, I would’ve watched him read the phone book tbh. S.W.A.T. was even my birthday movie that summer. And it all started when I happened to catch American Outlaws on HBO one day. It is… an objectively mediocre movie, and as biopics go, it’s probably more fanfic than fact, but but he was hot in it, so… 🤷🏾‍♀️ Anywho, one day I’m telling my brother about it, and I say it’s as good as Tombstone. And listen, it wasn’t lol. The rational part of my brain knew it wasn’t. We were a Tombstone family (though I did come to appreciate Wyatt Earp when I was in college). I saw it when I was maybe 8, and could recite it by the time I was 10, and still can. Excellent movie. 10/10. No notes.

American Outlaws isn’t in the same ballpark though, and I knew that, but the Colin Farrell lover in me was just talking nonsense, and my brother knew that, and said something like, “that’s just sex talking buddy.” Now, of course he didn’t actually say that, because it wasn’t the ‘50s, and we don’t talk to or about each other that way, because we aren’t the Glass children lmaoo, but that was the gist of what he said, and he was correct.

Anywho, that’s how I feel when I’m on TikTok or Twitter and see either of those fandoms making outlandish statements about their fave: that’s just sex* talking buddy 😭

Only, it’s worse, because these often aren’t high schoolers participating in this nonsensical debate, and they don’t outgrow their terrible opinions in a month, they just get louder and more wrong.

*of course, the “sex” in this case isn’t necessarily sexual attraction, it typically just a general hero worship sort of thing lol

#i will admit some of their interactions are funny tho lol