#hankvoightxreader

*Not my gif*

18+

A-Z

A: Aftercare

Hank likes to take good care of you. Cleaning you up and making sure you hydrate before you go for another round or drift off to sleep in his arms.

B: Body Part

He likes his hands. The way the look whenever he runs them over your body, and how they can so easily make you feel good. He likes your thighs. Loves innocently running his hand up and down them and kissing them softly when he’s in between them.

C: Cum

He likes covering you in his cum. Loves sucking your cum off his fingers. Loves cumming inside you. He pretty much likes it all.

D: Dirty Secret

Hank loves when you call him “Sarge.” He thinks you haven’t caught on but you most certainly have.

E: Experience

Hank isn’t too experienced. He met Camille when he was young so he didn’t have a lot of time to get around, but he does perfectly well all the same.

F: Favorite Position

He likes laying on his side and fucking you as he spoons you. So he can rub his hands up and down you but also whisper into your ear from behind you. Kissing up and down the back of your neck. Reaching behind to run your clit.

G: Goofy

Sex with Hank is more serious than goofy. Sometimes you can earn a smirk or laugh from him though.

H: Hair

Hank is perfectly groomed. He doesn’t like having to deal with it so he keeps it completely clean.

I: Intimacy

Sex with Hank is slow and intense and special every time. He didn’t know if he would ever find love again. He pretty much reserved himself to knowing he wouldn’t. So, whenever you came along it was a big shock to him. Now he makes sure to appreciate it every time.

J: Jack Off

Hank got into the habit of jacking off a little bit after Camille died, but once you came along he dropped it all again. Wanting to save his cum for only you.

K: Kink

Total Daddy Kink. That is all.

L: Location

He wouldn’t admit it, but he did enjoy doing it in his office on his desk. However, he would much rather just do it in his home in his bed.

M: Motivation

Hank falls for any kind of teasing, and he’s in luck because you absolutely love teasing him. Your personal favorite is watching how he acts whenever you inform him that you’re not wearing any underwear.

When you dirty talk in anyway it drives him crazy. Whether it be through text or person.

Eye contact. You looking straight at him mischievously with that sly smirk on your face could drive him to drink, and it usually does.

N: NO

He may act all tough in the job but he wouldn’t harm you. He’s very gentle and loving.

O: Oral

He loves your blowjobs and all but he would much rather be in between your legs. Making you writhe and scream out for him. Savoring the taste of you.

P: Pace

He is slow but rough most of the time. Only the good kind of rough though. He lets you make the calls on what kind of sex you want that night. If you want fast and hard that’s what you get. If you want slow and sensation your wish is his command.

Q: Quickie

Nah. Hank isn’t here for quickies.

R: Risk

Although Hank is quite risking and a badass on the job he is pretty opposite in bed. He likes have you to himself in the comfort of his home and bed where he can take his time with you and appreciate you in all of your glory, and he doesn’t really like trying anything new. Unless you reallyyyy want to of course he would never tell you no.

S: Stamina

His stamina is pretty average. Doesn’t finish too early, but doesn’t take too long.

T: Toys

He will not use toys, and he really doesn’t want you to either. He wants his dick to be the only thing in you, making you feel good.

U: Unfair

Hank likes to tease. He’s so innocent about it. Running his hand up and down your thigh at a charity event. Sometimes even going as far to rub your clit teasingly if you’re hidden enough. Leaving in to kiss your forehead then nibbling on your earlobe. Doing it enough so when you walk in the door of his house he is pushed onto the couch in seconds. Which always earns a satisfied grin from him.

V: Volume

Hank does not like to be loud. He barley even moans you can usually only get some low grunts and growls to come from him.

W: Wild Card (How long did it take you to have sex?)

It took a while for you and Hank to develop from friends to more. You were younger and he never wanted to feel like he was taking advantage of you. So, when it first came to having sex he would always back off never going to far. Eventually after about four months of dating you decided you were taking charge and he was perfectly fine with doing whatever you wanted him to.

X: X-Ray

Hank is thick.

Y: Yearning

He has an average sex drive. Making sure he still makes time to fuck you with everything going on.

Z: Zzz

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Reader x Hank Voight

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Reader is experiencing some pregnancy hormones

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

You loved Hank Voight. Loved the way he took work so seriously. Loved how he would lay his life down to protect you in any situation that could ever possibly arise. What you didn’t love is the amount of time it took him away from you. Regardless you were usually understanding. Understanding that his job was important. That he couldn’t help it whenever he left early in the morning before you were awake. Couldn’t help that more times than he liked he would come home to you already asleep on the couch waiting for him. You were just glad to have him home safe and be in his arms at the end of each night. On his end however, it made him feel guilty. Felt like you deserved someone that could give you all the time in the world, and even though he loved you with all of his being, even after he reserved himself to the fact that he could never love again like he loved Camille, he never felt comfortable in the knowledge that you weren’t going to leave him. You were younger, you were beautiful, you were a great person with great morals, and then there was him.

The pregnancy that came only months after being with him was a shock. To be fair it wasn’t like you were being careful. You just weren’t convinced pregnancy would be in the cards. Hank was older and already had a grandson so you didn’t think much of it until it had happened and it was a little too late. You were scared. Terrified even, and although he pretended like he wasn’t you knew he was as well. However, you were both doing much better now. You were 5 months in and you were starting to feel better, physically and mentally about the situation. You had no doubt Hank was going to be a fantastic father to your baby. Obviously he had done it already, you were just worried about your ability to be a mother, but Hank was quick to assure you of your capabilities.

Tonight Hank was supposed to be home earlier than usual. You knew his definition of “early” still meant it would be dark outside, but you were just glad to get some much needed time with him, and man were you ready to spend hours underneath him to put it bluntly. You were putting the dinner you had spent an hour on, in the oven whenever your phone buzzed on the counter. You walked over to see Hank’s name covering the screen. Opening it you felt anger immediately surface. Until you got an idea. Waiting for the food you had made to finish you walked up stairs throwing on a new outfit of jeans and one of Hank’s shirts. Knowing that he liked seeing you in his clothes. On top of that your stomach was growing by the day and you weren’t about to waste your time shuffling through all the clothes that you were sure wouldn’t fit by now. Once the food was ready you packed it up heading straight to the district.

You greeted the guy who worked the front desk at night as he immediately buzzed you up. Everyone turning to face you as you walked up the steps.

“I brought food.” You stated walking over to lay it on Atwater’s desk.

“Voight couldn’t have picked anyone better.” Adam said rushing over to the food making you laugh.

“Hey does anyo-“ Your boyfriend began to say walking out of his office before he spotted you. “Oh. Hey sweetheart. What are you doing here?” He asked walking over to hug you and kiss your head.

“Well I spent all night making dinner I wasn’t going to let it go to waste.” You raised an eyebrow at him accusingly making him groan as the guys laughed at his situation until he threw them a glare.

“Eat and get back to work.” He ordered them as he pulled you to his office. Now the important thing to remember here is that you’re 5 months pregnant. Your hormones were all over the place. Much to Hank’s excitement but also dismay. As you could go from wanting to jump his bones to wanting to strangle him in seconds. Once inside his office he closed the door behind you turning to face you. He had an eyebrow raised at the devilish smirk that covered your face. “Why are you-“ He began to question before your lips cut him off, hungrily taking over his mouth. He gave in for a few seconds groaning at your dominance before pulling back. “What are you doing?” He asked unable to hold back the grin present on his face.

“You promised you would be home early tonight.” You frowned.

“I know. I’m sorry sweetheart. It’s just that a case popped up last minute and we had to run with it.” Hank sighed sitting in his chair and pulling you over into his lap. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He continued cupping your cheek with his palm.

“Can’t you just make it up to me now…?” You asked suggestively running a finger teasingly down the front of his chest to his abdomen. He let out a low laugh at your clear hormones coming to light.

“Sweetheart. I’m working.” He stated.

“But baby, please. We can make it quick.” You pouted a little before dipping your head to cover his neck in hot kisses making him sigh at the feeling.

“[Y/N].” He scolded voice still gravely but with a hint of hesitation in it.

“Henry, I need fucked.” You challenged, whispering into his ear before nibbling at his earlobe. Smirking as his jaw clearly tensed, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

It was about two months into your relationship when you had discovered his little kink. You had no idea his real name was Henry until you were looking through his wallet and came across his business card. You casually called him it during a conversation to see if he picked up on it. He did indeed and he went crazy, in the best way possible of course, and tonight you were prepared to pull out all the stops. You pulled back to get a good look at his face in order to determine whether you were close to breaking him or not. You were pleased to find his pupils darkened more than earlier with a light tinge of pink covering his cheeks. He looked you up and down, gears almost visibly turning in his head before a look of defeat crossed over his features. Roughly grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into his own lips. The feelings of his lips on yours would never get old. Automatically finding the perfect rhythm as his tongue roughly snuck it’s way into your mouth. His musky scent filling your nose, making you relax at his touch.

“Say it again.” He demanded against your lips.

“Henry.” You repeated voice cracking as he began to trace his lips down the side of your jaw biting right below your ear. His hands went to explore your abdomen but you grabbed them halting them and sliding off his lap. He looked at you confused as you walked over locking his door. “Wouldn’t want to scar the poor kids.” You chuckled before walking over and sliding all the paperwork to the side of your boyfriend's desk. You smiled turning around and sitting on the edge right in front of him, grabbing his hand to pull him up so he was positioned right between your legs. He went right back to what he was doing, slipping his calloused hands underneath the shirt you had on looking you up and down.

“You have my shirt on.” He grinned admiring the view.

“Nice of you to finally notice.” You rolled your eyes laughing. Hooking your legs around his waist and pulling him back into you. While your lips worked against his, tongues battling for dominance, your clothes began to quickly disappear. Breaking just enough to pull each other’s shirts off. You leaned back on your hands pulling away from him to look at the man standing in front of you.

“Excuse me. This is supposed to be quick.” Hank teased lifting your chin up to meet his eyes.

“Then stop looking like that,” you gestured to his very muscular body, “and I wouldn’t have to admire you every time I get your damn shirt off.” You shrugged reaching to make quick work of his belt along with his jeans. Whimpering in anticipating as you could clearly see his hard dick strained against the front of his jeans, until you finally got them down with his boxers. Your hand went straight to his member working expertly up and down his shaft. Using the precum pooling at the tip to your advantage. His head fell to your shoulder groaning at the movements before he began to work on your jeans. You found it amusing watching him struggle, between your bump taking up some room, him attempting to work your maternity jeans, and trying to stay focused amid the pleasure you were currently giving him Hank was having a hard time. After a few minutes too long Hank huffed dramatically halting your hand.

“Please help me.” He practically whined making you even wetter never having witnessed Hank Voight whine before. You chuckled easily getting your jeans off along with your panties dropping them to the floor. “Oh thank god.” Hank breathed before dropping to his knees. He started at your ankle leaving light feathered kisses making his way up to the inside of your thigh before moving to your other leg.

“Excuse me. This is supposed to be quick.” You threw his words back at him, feeling the heat from his breath cover you as he laughed lowly.

“Of course princess.” He said before his tongue connected with your pussy making your hand fly to the back of his head arching up off the desk at the sensation. He gripped both of your hips in order to keep you on his desk as his tongue worked in the most glorious of ways. Once you felt the pit of your stomach began to tighten you pushed his head back away from you pulling him up to his feet again. He wiped his mouth with his bicep smiling at the way you looked completely wrecked on his desk and he had just started. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips gripping your thighs to pull you to the edge of his desk before lining himself up to your entrance. “You ready baby?” He asked taking in your body sprawled out on his desk for him as everyone else worked in the next room.

“Yes.” You answered wiggling closer towards him.

“Yes, who?” He raised an eyebrow stopping you from moving any further.

“Yes, Henry.” You bit your lip watching the satisfied look cover his face before he began to press into you. You threw your head back eyes closed tight at the immediate sensation of Hank’s dick filling you. It didn’t take long for you to adjust wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him as close as he could get without the small bump you were sporting getting in the way. Whimpers began to flow out of your mouth as he worked his thick dick in and out of you. The perfect mix of gentle and rough accompanying his thrusts. “Henry. Oh god. Yes.” You moaned raking your nails up and down his biceps. Hearing his name roll off your tongue only fueled him more fucking you harder into his desk. To the point where you weren’t even sure how to form a coherent sentence. Hank’s face nuzzled into your neck, grunts tight in the back of his throat as he reached up to cover your mouth, hearing you get louder by the second. That didn’t stop the noises from pouring out of you though as you felt the knot in your stomach form again this time tighter and stronger than before. “Henry, I’m so close. Please don’t fucking stop.” You begged against the palm of his hand. Taking your words in he went even faster than before. Faster than you had ever thought possible, triggering your release. You felt the immediate sensation flow throughout your body. Closing your eyes tight, seeing stars against the blackness of your eyelids, his grunts against your skin making it even stronger as you shook against his body, muscles contracting. Just as your body began to come down from your high, relaxing, you felt Hank’s dick twitch filling your pussy with his warm cum. Leaving you both panting and sweaty. After a few minutes Hank gently kissed your temple moving to stand up. He opened the drawer of his desk pulling out a few tissues to help clean you up the best he could before getting dressed and handing you your clothes as well. “That was something.” You smiled to yourself pulling Hank’s shirt back on.

“You think so?” Hank asked cockily sitting down in his chair.

“Definitely. I’ll be waiting at home for you.” You said cheerfully leaning down to peck his lips.

“You’re telling me you just came here for sex?” Hank crossed his arms leaning back in his chair, already aware of the answer.

“Hey I brought food too.” You shrugged inching towards the door.

“You ar-“ Hank began grin wide on his face when a knock on the door startled you both. You unlocked the door opening it where Adam stood cautiously peeking his head in.

“Am I interrupting?” He asked as if he knew.

“As a matter of fact-“ Hank began before you cut him off.

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Jay’s girlfriend, Hank’s daughter, gets kidnapped while on vacation

Warnings: Kidnapping, beating, drugs, swearing

A/N: Loosely based off Taken

You had been in Mexico for almost a week and you were definitely ready to come home. You didn’t even want to go in the first place, but your father and boyfriend both insisted that you needed to take a break and go on a vacation. Your cousin had a vacation home in Mexico and had agreed to let you stay there. Jay thought about coming with you at first, but Hank had brought up the fact that Erin needed a vacation too. So, off you went to Mexico for a girl’s week with Erin and Kim. Erin was basically your sister having grown up with her after Hank brought her in and Kim was quickly and effortlessly sworn into your duo not long after she was brought up to Intelligence. You were all quite worried leaving the unit in the hands of all men, but they had insisted they would be fine. To be fair you were having a good time. Relaxing in the sun, going out to bars, all the things you would normally do on vacation, and even though both you and Kim had boyfriends all three of you were soaking up all the attention you had gotten at the bars you went to. Accepted all the phone numbers, but of course threw them away once you got back to your place. However, Erin did seem to hit it off a little with one of the men tonight actually keeping his number, but also not planning to ever use it because well, that’s Erin. After getting back from the bar you all changed and laid on the couch to watch a movie. As soon as Kim hit play your phone started ringing. You looked down to see it was a video chat from Jay. Kim quickly put the TV on pause again allowing you to answer it.

“Hey, there’s my girl.” Jay smiled into the computer whenever it connected. “What are you ladies doing?” He asked as Erin and Kim popped their way into the view.

“Watching a movie. That you so kindly interrupted.” You joked making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry, but looking at these faces all day definitely makes me miss you all.” He said spinning in his chair holding up the laptop so you could see all the men at their desks.

“I disagree actually. It’s one of my favorite parts about the job.” You smirked teasingly as Jay dropped the laptop back down on his face throwing you a glare as the guys laughed and thanked you from the back. From the background you heard your father’s voice.

“Halstead! Where did you-” He began to bitch before he realized Jay was talking to you making him stop in his tracks. You threw your dad a look whenever you were certain he could see you. Your dad had been on Jay ever since he found out about you two, more so than he normally would be anyway and you continuously scolded him for it. Luckily it didn’t really bother Jay. He knew it would come along with you and he was fine with that. “So, you can call your boyfriend put not your dad?” Hank asked accusingly walking to peek over Jay’s shoulder.

“I called you yesterday, but you were and I quote, “too involved with a case” to talk.” You replied using air quotes. He sighed while Jay continued smirking at you causing a glare to be sent his way from your dad.

“How’s your trip going?” Hank asked as all three of you began filling the guys in. Eventually after about a half hour Hank had said they needed to get back to work. Just as you went to say goodbye the three of you heard a loud crash in the hallway. Which the guys obviously heard as well. As Kim went to check it out your door was knocked in and 6 men covered in black barged in. You all tried to fight them off, but the three of you against six big men were no hope. All of you started to scream out characteristics of the men surrounding you knowing the guys were still on the line as your phone was laying on the floor, dropped after one of the guys roughly pulled you off the couch while two of the other men helped contain you, pulling you out the door. The three of you were taken out the back way and thrown into the back of a van where you were tied up and brutally forced what you had assumed to be drugs because not soon after your world had gone black. In the following days you didn’t really remember much. Only snippets that you could recall. Things like being surrounded in a dark room by dozens of other girls, being thrown into vans, being paraded around in front of older men who definitely seemed to have money, and your father’s voice yelling your name. The nausea was strong upon you first waking up, and there was no doubt your pounding headache wasn’t helping. You sprung up suddenly and whoever was next to you must’ve gotten the hint since just as the bile came up a bucket was thrusted underneath your face. You soon came to realize Jay was the one who had read your mind as he pulled your hair back from your face rubbing a hand up and down your back. After 5 minutes of heaving you groaned flopping back into the bed. You turned your head to see that your father was sat on the other side of you worried look on his face. Jay got up taking the bucket into the bathroom,cleaning it, before returning at your side.

“I’m going to go get a nurse.” He explained kissing your forehead before walking out. You nodded your head watching him walk out before turning your attention on your father.

“Well you going to tell me what happened?” You asked as he sighed, “Wait...Erin and Kim!” You said realization coming over you memory completely hazy. He went on to assure you that you were fine and so were they. The guys who had kidnapped you had followed you three home from the bar that night. They had drugged you and kept you in a drug house before trying to sell you. Luckily they did keep the three of you together, and that’s where the boys came in. You were quite impressed that they came all the way to Mexico and still managed to save the three of you, but you wouldn’t expect anything less from your boys. Your conversation was cut with Jay walking back in the room, nurse in tow. He sat down at your side taking your hand as the nurse checked all your vitals giving you all an update on your friends, you were glad to already know that Adam would be in Kim’s room just like Jay in yours as the others circulated between you three, before walking out. Jay had a tight grip on your hand as though if he left go you would disappear. “Baby? Can you loosen your grip a little?” You asked wiggling your fingers.

“Sorry, you just scared the hell out of me.” He admitted loosening his grip but bringing your hand up to his lips at the same time. You chuckled pulling on his hand for him to sit on the bed next to you as you lay your head on his shoulder cuddling into him. As your dad stayed seated on your opposite side hand in his. They filled you in on their entire journey, and you were not surprised to be informed of the torture those men had been met with when they found them. Eventually you gave up trying to keep your eyes open letting yourself fall back asleep accepting that you had a right to be exhausted. However you could still hear the conversation around you.

“I can’t believe I almost lost her.” Hank sighed as you felt him squeeze your hand.

“You’re telling me.” Jay answered.

“Why does this keep happening? Wasn’t losing Camille and Justin enough? I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost her too.” You heard you dad say voice strained. Your heart broke a little at the words.

“She wasn’t going to leave you Sarge. [Y/N] would’ve never let that happen. If we wouldn’t have come back for them you know damn well they would’ve fought their way out of there. They definitely would have regretted picking those three. You did raise them after all.” Jay answered.

“I know I give you a hard time, she’s my daughter I have to, but you’re good for her Jay. Just keep it that way. One day I won’t be able to protect her anymore.” Voight implied.

“Whenever that day comes I’ll be more than happy to take over.” Jay promised.

“I’m going to check on the other two.” Your dad cleared his throat. After a few minutes you felt Jay move beside you kissing your forehead.

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Reader x Hank Voight (Daughter)

Requested: Yes

Prompt: The rest of the team finds out about Hank’s unknown daughter.

Warnings: None

Growing up as Hank Voight’s daughter wasn’t exactly the easiest. You had constant eyes on you, constant questions and suspicious thrown your way. You were the good kid. Straight A student, calm, quiet, never getting into any trouble, but thanks to Justin and his antics your parents were on high radar with you. You thought Erin coming in would shift some of the focus off you, but nope. Luckily at that point though you had someone to share your complaints with. You loved Justin and looked up to him, but he was so absorbed with trying to get your dad’s attention he didn’t care what reckless things he did, and you had blamed him for the close eye that was put on you. Growing up you knew you wanted to follow in your father’s footsteps like most kids, but you wanted to do it on your own terms, in your own way. Automatically upon taking over intelligence your father had approached you and Erin, but that’s not how you wanted things to happen for you. You refused to feel like you didn’t earn your spot, like you had gotten special treatment. You didn’t look down on Erin in anyway for taking the spot, but you had declined it almost immediately. It had been a little over 3 years since your father had first taken over Intelligence and you were placed in the homicide unit. Today was the first time you had been requested for a case in Intelligence. You had made it a point not to visit your father at work. Not wanting to be convinced or swayed easily so walking up to the front desk you couldn’t help, but take in the details around you.

“Would you look who it is.” Trudy smiled widely once you approached the desk.

“Hi Trudy.” You smiled sweetly.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked.

“I was called over to help with a case.” You informed her.

“Must be serious, having to bring in another Voight and all.” Trudy joked.

“That’s what they tell me.” You laughed.

“I’ll buzz you up. Just right up those stairs.” She pointed over to the corner of the room.

“Thank you Trudy.” You smiled hopping off towards the gate where you were let in. Walking up the stairs you could hear voices echoing down.

“Ruzek give me the damn pen.” You heard, laughing at who was without a doubt Erin complaining before reaching the top. You were met with a million eyes on you. Taking notice of all the good looking guys surrounding you, quickly second guessing your choice to not transfer but snapping out of it once you were pulled into a hug.

“What are you doing here?” Erin asked pulling back to look at you.

“[Y/N], Erin my office.” You dad said leaning on the doorframe of what you had assumed was his office. You began to follow Erin before spotting Al who was walking out of a back room holding a cup of coffee. You gave your dad the ‘one second’ finger going to hug Al.

“Hey kiddo, I heard you were joining us for this one.” He smiled hugging you.

“Yet to be determined.” You laughed before your dad cleared his throat. Rolling your eyes you turned to walk into his office closing his door behind you and sitting down in the chair in front of his desk tossing your feet up on it making your dad throw you a look.

“What does Al mean she’s joining us for this one?” Erin asked sitting in the chair beside you.

“I think that’s a pretty obvious statement.” He shrugged leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Can you fill me in please?” You asked.

“We are trying to track down a few men who are working as low totem pole officers. They have been following girls home from bars, casinos, the usual hang outs. They pull them over, make up some excuse to arrest them, pull them into their car and rape them. We need someone to go undercover.” He explained.

“Why me? That’s why you have her.” You nodded towards Erin.

“We don’t want to take the risk of them knowing Erin or Kim. If they are working anywhere near this district there’s a good chance they know them.” He explained.

“So you’re okay with throwing [Y/N] out into the woods?” Erin asked clearly annoyed standing up from the chair.

“We don’t have anyone on patrol that can do it. Do you have any better ideas?” He answered.

“She’s your daughter. You lost Camille. You lost Justin, and you’re willing to risk losing her too?” Erin said harshly. You could see anger flashover Hank’s face before he took a calming breath.

“First of all, you know damn well I wouldn’t be sending her out there if I thought it was too dangerous. Secondly, you’re my daughter too Erin. I put you out there, undercover on the daily why would this be any different?” He said jaw clenched. Erin looked between the two of you before taking a deep breath.

“She’s never been undercover before.” She sat back down.

“If you can do it I can do it thank you very much.” You raised an eyebrow challenging her making her laugh and shake her head.

“Just promise us you’ll be careful.” Hank said seriously.

“I’m a Voight. These douchebags don’t know what’s coming for them.” You shrugged getting up and shifting through your father’s drawers.

“What are you doing?” He asked annoyance in his voice.

“I’m hungry don’t you have any snacks in here?” You asked making him stare at you blankly. “Okay fine guess I’ll starve. Let’s go over this case.” You huffed walking towards the door and opening it, conversation in the room ceasing, obviously questioning Al about you, and once again eyes turning to look at you. “Can you tell them to stop looking at me like that?” You whispered to Erin making her laugh.

“Alright everyone this is Detective Voight. She will be joining us for this case.” He explained. At the sound of your name everyone shared confused looks.

“Yes, she’s my daughter.” Hank confirmed their obvious suspicions.

“No way!” One of the men exclaimed.

“You never told them you had a daughter?” You crossed your arms turning to your father, offended look on your face.

“I have to keep them off Erin, I didn’t feel like doing that with you too.” He explained glaring at the men who were staring at you. “Anyway, back to the case.” Hank implied getting the guys attention. He went on to explain what the plan was before ordering you all to suit up and get ready. The men came over introducing themselves before heading downstairs. Jay being the last one to shake your hand before walking away as soon as he did you turned to Erin eyebrow raised.

“What?” She asked innocently.

“Damn. Good job girl.” You nodded your head in approval making her blush profusely.

“Can you not.” She walked away from you going down the stairs. You followed everyone else walking over to the man they kept referring to as “Mouse.” He wired you up expertly as you innocently flirted with him loving how easily you could make him blush. The plan went down without a hitch. Walking back into the district you were feeling good. You didn’t want to admit it, but the case had you completely second guessing your decision to stay at homicide. As everyone else sat down at their computers you and Erin were ushered into Hank’s office again.

“Well? What’d you think?” You dad asked smirking at you.

“It was definitely badass.” You admitted sighing.

“I’m really proud of you.” Erin smiled as the protective big sister vibe took over the room.

“[Y/N], I know you don’t want to feel like you didn’t earn a spot here. That’s another reason I brought you in. To prove to you that you can do and it’s not just because I’m your dad. I think you could do really well here, and I just want you to know that offer is still on the table.” Your dad said. You sighed at his words.

“I don’t know…” You replied running a hand down your face.

“You know how awesome it would be to work together.” Erin jumped in trying to persuade you, making you grin nodding your head.

“It definitely would be. I just.. I’ll have to think about it.” You answered.

“Better answer than I’ve gotten in the past.” Hank shrugged taking that as a good sign.

“I do have one question though.” You stated looking between the two.

“What?” Erin pressed.

“If I work here does that mean I can’t take a crack at that Mouse guy?” You smirked as your dad groaned.

“You can’t take a crack at Mouse even if you don’t work here.” Your father stated tone serious.

“What? Why not? Is he married or something?” You asked.

“Nope. Totally single.” Erin smiled enjoying Hank’s expression.

“Oh I’m totally going for it. Sorry dad.” You smiled getting up to walk out.

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Team discovers a physical abuse victim

Warnings: Domestic violence, swearing

You knew the relationship wasn’t healthy, but you couldn’t just get out of it. It’s not as easy as everyone makes it out to be. If he got mad about you leaving a dish on the table you could only imagine his reaction after he found you once you left, and he promised he would always find you. It doesn’t start out like this. It’s not like you knew you were putting yourself in this situation until it was too deep. It started out great. Lucas was a great guy. You had met him after bumping into him in a coffee shop a few times. Eventually he asked you out and it was great. For a year and a half he was the perfect gentleman, and you had fallen head over heels. So, whenever he had asked you to move in with him you had no hesitation to accept. If only you would’ve known then what would result in that move. Within a month Lucas shifted to a completely different person. He had become controlling and abusive. It started out emotionally/mentally but quickly turned physical. You couldn’t believe this was happening to you. You never thought you would be stuck in a situation like this and yet here you were fearing for your life. Of course there were those times where you had those slight glimmers of hope. Whenever Lucas would take you out to a nice dinner or bring you home flowers just because, but then you realized days like those only followed the nights where you feared for you life. He had always promised he wouldn’t do it again, that he didn’t mean to hurt you, but you knew those were empty promises. Ones you didn’t know how to get away from. You were standing at the fridge looking for something to make for dinner whenever you heard a knock at the door. You shut the fridge heading to open the door and your eyes widened at the sight of two good looking men standing in your doorway flashing badges at you.

“Does Lucas Graham live here?” The younger brunette asked. You shook your head yes words getting caught in your throat. “Where is he?” The man continued.

“At work. He should be home soon.” You answered looking at the clock over your shoulder.

“We are going to have to search the apartment.” The older man informed you. Instantly panic arose within you. You had no idea what was going on, but you knew if you let them in you would surely be dead and you didn’t think you could handle much more, still in pain from the night before after returning late from work.

“Uh..I-I don-“ You tried to piece together words mind going a million miles a minutes.

“We have a search warrant.” The man with the deep voice stated holding a piece of paper out to you. You swallowed hard nodding and stepping aside for them to come in. It never occurred to you that Lucas had been up to something, but at this point anything was possible you felt like you were living with a stranger, most of the time honestly. You had asked what they were looking for, but they seemed to be dodging your questions. Atleast it seemed like they were not suspicious that you were involved or anything which you were grateful for. You corporated with all their questions knowing this could be your chance to get out. That was until Lucas came walking in the door. Eyes widening when he realized what was happening.

“Nice of you to join us.” The younger male joked grabbing Lucas and pushing him up against the wall throwing handcuffs on us.

“What is going on?” Lucas asked acting confused, but you could feel his glare on you making you super uneasy.

“Yeah we’ll explain once we get to the District.” The cop replied hauling him out. As the other man came walking up to you.

“You find anything, feel like talking about anything, give me a call.” He explained handing you his card that read “Henry Voight.” He kept his eyes on you as if he knew. You didn’t have any bruises in plain sight, but somehow you felt like he knew. You nodded thanking him as he walked out. You didn’t know what to feel in that moment. You felt guilty but also felt a huge sense of safety and relief that you hadn’t felt in a very long time. This was it. You were going to get out. You were going to pack your things and once you left for work in the morning that was it. You weren’t going to come back. In case he somehow got out of it. That was up until Lucas came storming back in the door a few hours later. You had dropped the cup you held in your hand in surprise, shattering loudly once it hit the floor.

“Lucas! What are you-” You began before he came over to you slapping you hard no hesitation in his movements this time as he usually did. You whimpered slightly knowing it was coming, but still feeling the pain.

“Seriously [Y/N]? Why would you let them in?!” He yelled backing you against the counter.

“They had a warrant I-” You tried to explain.

“Then don’t fucking answer the door!” He screamed slapping you again. It was then that you realized you had no choice, but to stand up to him.

“Why the fuck were they here in the first place?” You asked harshly, but immediately regretted your decision as it just fueled his anger. Shock came over his face at you fighting back, but it was quickly replaced with rage.

“You’re going to start accusing me now? It’s none of your business.” He growled hitting you in the abdomen where there were already bruises making you double over.

“I live here it is my business.” You spat back not able to stop your anger from coming out. “Lucas! Stop it! Please!” You begged tears running down your face as he just continued to take his anger out on you.

“You’re such a bitch. What makes you think you can talk back to me?” He yelled hitting harder. At this point you were getting lightheaded and fearing for your life more than ever before. You summoned all the strength you had kicking him in the groin, giving you enough time to bolt off towards the bathroom locking it quickly. You pulled out your phone along with the card still in your pocket dialing the number.

“Voight.” You heard on the other end of the phone after two rings.

“Please help me.” You cried through the pain.

“[Y/N]? Where are you? What’s going on?” He asked quickly. How he knew it was you, you had no idea, but you were so glad.

“I’m in the bathroom. Lucas...he’s flipping out..I’m in so much pain..” You explained through ragged breaths. You figured Voight could hear the threats from Lucas coming from outside the door.

“I’m on my way. Hold tight. Stay on the phone with me.” He explained trying to keep you talking. You could hear the sirens from his car in the background.

“If he finds the bags..” You whispered, knowing  he would lose it even more if he found you had packed your bags.

“We’re almost there. You’re going to be okay.” He promised asking you questions trying to distract you from the situation as Lucas pounded at the door. You silently prayed knowing that the door could only handle so much before it gave in. Finally the line went dead just as you heard warnings of the Chicago PD coming in. You could hear Lucas screaming and fighting against them, the sounds getting farther away before it went silent. You sat scared, anticipation making your heart beat even faster before you heard a quiet knock, “[Y/N]?” You heard from outside the door, recognizing it as the man’s voice from the phone and earlier that day. You crawled over closer to the door not able to stand unlocking it turning the knob to see him standing in the doorway. He immediately dropped to his knees down to where you lay. He looked at you for permission before lifting your shirt up to reveal your abdomen covered in bruises. He tried to keep a straight face, but you could see him wince bringing his fingers up to touch it making you cry out in pain at even the slightest touch. “The paramedics are on their way.” He assured pulling your shirt back down. You couldn’t help it as a sob made its way out, completely breaking down. He sighed pulling you into his chest letting you cry. The fact that he was a complete stranger earlier that day and now you lay here sobbing in his chest didn’t even cross your mind. All you knew was that for the first time in over a year you felt safe, and as he rubbed your back promising that you would be okay and he would protect you over and over again in your ear you let yourself relax into his arms until the paramedics arrived. They had taken you to Chicago Med where it seemed like they ran a million tests. Luckily you weren’t suffering from any internal bleeding even though it sure as hell felt like it. You had a few broken ribs, a concussion, and a dislocated shoulder, but other than that it was pretty much bruises. You were laying in bed looking through a magazine whenever you heard someone clear their throat. You looked over to see Voight standing in the door. You set the magazine down smiling, turning your attention to him as he came to sit beside you.

“Think the jackass will pay my medical bills?” You joked making him chuckle. His laugh made a shiver crawl up your spine in a good way.

“I think where he is going he won’t have to worry about paying for things for a while.” He answered.

“You knew.” You stated matter of factly.

“I did.” He admitted leaning up closer to you.

“Why didn’t you do something? Why’d you let him come back?” You asked looking away from him.

“I didn’t have a choice. We didn’t have enough on him, he wouldn’t talk. We knew he was stupid enough to run back and call his supplier. Which he did, and we needed that. I was hoping you had gotten out already.” He explained. You nodded your head understanding. “He’s not going to hurt you ever again.” He promised.

“How do you know that?” You asked sighing.

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Safety

Empty Promises

Father’s Footsteps (Daughter)

Say It Again 🍒

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Hank Voight x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Voight is not here for people threatening his family

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first Voight imagine so hopefully you all like!

The pregnancy came as a surprise. Like a huge surprise. Luckily you were prepared for something as big as this, and Hank was ecstatic. You worked at the front desk of intelligence which is how you met Hank. Your relationship definitely had a weird start and progression, but it isn’t anything you would ever want to change. Yes, he was older than you, but you never had a problem with that, and it never made an impact on your relationship. As serious and risky as Hank can be on the job he was the opposite when it came to you. Completely loving and romantic. Making sure you were always okay. Taking care of you in every way, and even more so after you found out you were pregnant. You were getting bigger by the day, and your self esteem was dropping right along with it. However, Voight always assured you of how beautiful you were. Obviously he’s very overprotective of anyone he cares about. None the less when it comes to his family. So, whenever you started receiving the random calls and letters of threats you didn’t want to tell him. It didn’t bother you much at first. You knew Hank had a lot of people on his bad side, and you just figured they were trying to get a reaction out of him or they were trying to distract him for whatever reasoning knowing he would drop everything to hunt them down. However, whenever the letters and calls became more frequent you started to get a little anxious and the tipping point hit whenever the latest letter had threatened the life of your baby. You knew you had to talk to someone. Get someone else’s opinion to assure you that you were just starting to overreact, but you needed it to be someone that wasn’t going to go crazy. Someone that would be level headed unlike Voight or even Erin. So, you had decided on Antonio. You had thought about going to Jay but you didn’t want to get him in trouble with Erin if she ever found out so you went with your next best option.

“Hey Antonio can I talk to you about something real quick?” You whispered as you stood in front of his desk. He threw you a weird look before nodding and heading towards the break room for you to follow. Once inside you made sure the door was closed not wanting anyone to hear or walk in on the conversation.

“What’s wrong?” He asked clearly worried. You pulled the latest letter out of your back pocket laying it on the table.

“So, I just need you to stay level headed with me okay? That’s why I came to you.” You began as he went to reach for the paper. “I’ve been getting these and a few random calls here at the district for the past couple months. At first I just didn’t think anything of it, but they’ve become more frequent and as you can see they mention the baby in that last one there which is why I felt the need to finally do something.” You explained protectively laying your hand on your stomach as Antonio read over the note.

“Voight doesn’t know?” Antonio asked even though he already knew the answer. You looked at him sheepishly not answering. He sighed running a hand through his hair. “You have to tell him.” He stated.

“What? No, Antonio I can’t. He’ll lose his shit.” You whined.

“I know, but we need to do something about this [Y/N]. Whether this is a joke or not it needs to be taken care of, and we both know I can’t do it myself. He’ll find out. He always does. It’ll just be a bigger fight then. It’s not just about you. We need to keep that baby safe too.” Antonio explained reaching to squeeze your shoulder. You sighed heavily feeling defeated that your little plan got blown up so fast.

“Okay, but can you please just not let him do anything stupid.” You begged.

“I’ll try my hardest.” Antonio promised hugging you, but you already knew it was a lost cause. You told him you would talk to Voight tonight at his house where he was able to react “freely.” Taking the note from Antonio you folded it up sticking it back in your pocket before you both headed back out to your desks. Upon stepping out of the door everyone’s eyes immediately turned to you two.

“What?” You asked innocently ignoring Hank’s suspicious gaze on you as you practically waddled back to your desk. He threw you a look and you knew you would be getting questioned later as you rolled your eyes at him leaning back in your chair while they focused their attention back on the case they were working on. For being such a badass Hank got surprisingly jealous quite easily and you got that vibe from him the rest of the day. You were supposed to leave before him as Erin offered you a ride home, but you politely declined deciding to wait for him to be done to go back to his place. You were in the process of moving in and you did not want to be surrounded by all the boxes you still had left to unpack. Just about everyone was gone as you walked into Hank’s office making yourself comfy in the chair across from him. He looked up from his computer raising an eyebrow at you.

“I thought you went home?” His gravelly voice echoed in the room.

“Decided to wait for you.” You shrugged picking up the bowl of M&Ms he had on his desk popping a few in your mouth. He looked at you amusement on his face for a second before it returned to a glare.

“Antonio didn’t offer you to come back to his place?” He asked accusingly looking back down at the papers on his desk.

“Excuse me?” You replied annoyance in your voice.

“What were you doing in the break room with him earlier?” He asked continuing not to look at you. “Stop picking just the green ones out. They all taste the same.” He lectured laughing a little as he watched you dig through the bowl in your hand.

“Having sex obviously. Right where everyone could walk in. Adds to the risk I guess.” You answered sarcastically as he looked up at you rolling his eyes. “Why do you get so jealous?” You asked propping your feet up on his desk.

“Because…I… because.. can you just answer the original question?” He huffed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. You knew he was insecure about the age difference, but he always refused to admit it. No matter how many times your reassured him.

“I wanted to wait till we got home to talk about this.” You mumbled sitting up straight and putting the bowl back on his desk.

“Just tell me.” He huffed.

“Okay, but you have to promise not to go all psycho.” You groaned as he just continued to stare at you not promising anything. You rolled your eyes leaning up to pull the letter out of your pocket handing it to him. He looked confused before taking it and reading it. The further he got the more anger took over his body.

“What the hell [Y/N]?! What is this!” He yelled making you flinch a little. You went on to explain everything. Which just made him even more angry if that was even possible. He pulled his phone out quickly.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Calling everyone back in here.” He stated putting the phone to his ear. You quickly snatched it from his hand ending the call to Erin.

“No. You are not calling everyone back in here. It’s their night off. Let them be.” You lectured holding the phone away from him.

“This guy is not only threatening you but our baby [Y/N]. Do you not get that.” He retorted.

“I do. But waiting until tomorrow is not going to change a thing Hank.” You crossed your arms across your chest.

“You’re not leaving my sight.” He growled.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You walked around his desk to kiss his cheek. He finished up the rest of his work before you guys headed home. Whenever he said you weren’t leaving his sight he wasn’t kidding. It was like he had to have eyes on you the entire time. Tension was clear in his body as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. The next morning he woke you up before your alarm went off. You groaned stuffing your face in your pillow.

“Come on honey. I called everyone they are coming in early.” He rubbed your back trying to get you up. You huffed slightly annoyed that he was waking you up early as well as the fact that he called everyone in early. Eventually you had arrived at the district. Greeting Trudy on your way up the stairs. After everyone was there Hank informed them of the situation. They all turned to face you shock and worry written on their faces, except Antonio of course.

“Can you all not look at me like that?” You rolled your eyes. They wasted no time getting down to work, Hank continuously on everyone’s asses. When it came down to it they had traced the calls that came through the district back to a David Graham. Someone Hank had busted a while back and had just gotten out of prison. As you had expected. Everyone suited up getting ready to make the guy regret his every thought. “Hank...please just don’t do anything stupid.” You sighed hugging him. He nodded kissing your forehead then leaning down to kiss you stomach before everyone drove off. You went back to your desk catching up on some work as you waited for them all to get back. After about an hour you had went down to deliver paperwork to Trudy just in time to see Hank and Antonio carrying the guy in. David’s face covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. You weren’t surprised one bit, but you were just glad Hank didn’t kill the guy. You headed back up stairs as everyone else was scattered around. “How’d it go?” You asked Erin leaning against her desk.

“The guy is lucky he’s alive. That’s all I have to say.” Erin answered smiling a little. You shook your head walking over to your desk as Hank walked up the stairs. He smiled walking over to pull you into his arms.

“Well?” You asked looking up at him.

“My family is safe for another day.” He sighed laying his hand on your stomach.

“Didn’t go crazy or anything did you?” You raised an eyebrow.