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“You don’t need to cover up the bruises/hickeys.”

Pairing: Luca x Fem Reader

Summary: You’re a receptionist/you have a desk job at Swat. You’re in a relationship with Luca that you’ve recently gone public with.

Warnings: mentions of hickeys, references to smut!

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When you took the job as a receptionist in Swat the last thing you expected was to fall for a third generation Swat officer. You and Luca hit it off right away and you became good friends with Luca and the rest of the team.

But what the team didn’t know was that you and Luca had been in a secret relationship for around 6 months. Sneaking around in the locker room, making out in the back of the movie theatre, secret weekends away. At first it was nice to have it a secret, something that was only between you and Luca, however keeping that big a secret from the team proved impossible, especially when Luca and Street moved in together. The inevitable happend and Street walked in on you and Luca making out on the couch at Luca’s house one night with hardly any clothes on. Luca threw himself on top of you to hide your half naked body from Street’ s view, but the big grin that quickly grew on Street’s face meant that you and Luca would have to do some serious ass kissing to get Street to keep your secret.

Eventually you and Luca got sick of keeping the secret and on a team night out both you and Luca got drunk and started making out on the dance floor for everyone to see. When the team saw this they were shocked. They knew Luca had a girl on the down low- they just didn’t expect it to be you. Street then got the satisfaction of explaining about he walked in on you and Luca weeks ago and was happy with himself as he was the first of the team to know about the relationship.

Fast forward to today. You’re standing in Luca’s bathroom getting ready for work and trying to use whatever makeup you have on hand to cover the hickeys on your neck. The deep purple bruises are a reminder of the passionate night you had with Luca and although you thought they were a turn on and liked when Luca marked you as his- you didn’t want to deal with the jokes you’d get at work or the dirty looks from the Commander.

Luca walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth and saw what you were doing.

“Um, baby what are you doing?”, Luca questioned.

“What does it look like I’m doing?, I’m trying to cover these bruises for work Mr “I didn’t leave any marks on your neck”, you said with a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Luca came behind you wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. “Look I was too focused on giving my baby a good time than to be worrying about any of that”, he whispered into your ear as a shiver went up your spine.

“You don’t need to cover up the hickeys”, he said looking at you in the mirror.

“You’re mine and I want the world to know that” he said leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“If anyone slags you off at work, you come tell me and I’ll deal with it ok”, Luca said moving away from you and going to brush his teeth and apply his deodorant and finish getting ready for work.

“Luca I’m not gonna go run to my boyfriend just cause someone makes a joke in work”, you laugh.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself”, you say, wiping the makeup off you neck, realising it didn’t cover anything anyway.

“Oh don’t I know it”, he smirked, smacking your ass and letting out a chuckle as he left the bathroom.

You had texted Chris, your best friend and the reason you got the job in Swat, telling her about the hickey situation. She found it hilarious and when you got to work you had prepared yourself for the jokes. Chris immediately came up to you to inspect your neck when she saw you.

“Damn girl, you weren’t kidding when you said those were DEEP purple”, she laughed.

“Yeah yeah, come on, let it all out, imma hear all the jokes today anyway”, you rolled your eyes.

Luca walked in behind you carrying two coffees. He handed you yours and he saw the smirk evident on Chris’ face.

“What?”, he asked.

“Jeez man, maybe next time have something to eat first and not eat my best friend”, Chris laughed, attracting the attention of the rest of the team.

They all walked over and took it in turns to look at your neck and instead of making jokes at you, they aimed them at Luca, who by now was a deep shade of red.

You were amused by the whole situation and Luca agreed that maybe next time you should wear the makeup to which you whispered “well maybe, you just need to leave them somewhere nobody else can see”, and with that you kissed his lips and made your way to you desk.

Needless to say that is exactly what Luca did the minute he got you home that night. 😜

[reidsmuse01]

You Find Out You’re Pregnant After Years Of Trying

Pairing: Luca x Fem!PlusSize Reader

Warnings: mentions of infertility, struggles to get pregnant, PCOS

Summary: you have PCOS and finally get pregnant after years of trying

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To say you had butterflies in your stomach was an understatement. You felt violently nauseous at the thought of taking another pregnancy test only to be met with disappointment and anger when it turned out to be negative. You and Luca had been trying to get pregnant for the last 3 years and it just wasn’t happening. You had PCOS and the idea of never being able to carry your own children or giving your husband the family you’ve both dreamt of terrified you.

You pulled yourself off the sofa just as Luca pulled out of the driveway to head to work. You had been feeling a bit off lately. You’d been feeling more tired and nauseous than normal. You didn’t tell Luca this as you didn’t want to get his hopes up if in case it turned out to be your PCOS flaring up. You trudged your way to the bathroom. You opened the cabinet under the sink, rummaging around for the pregnancy tests you had bought two days ago, but kept putting off taking them. You knew you were setting yourself up for heartache.

You peed in a cup and dipped the first test into the cup. You sat the test down on the bathroom counter and set a timer on your phone. You anxiously paced around the bathroom till the timer went off. When the alarm blared from your phone you felt all the breath escape your lungs. Your legs felt like jelly and your hands were shaking. You turned over the test and it felt like all the blood drained from your body. There it was. That second pink line that you had so desperately wanted to appear. There it was. You were pregnant. You peed in the cup again and took the other test in the box. This time it was a digital one. Again you set the timer on your phone and waited. Those 3 minutes felt like 3 hours. Your vision was blurred from the amount of tears that were escaping your eyes and cascading down your flushed cheeks. The timer went off and sure enough you hadn’t gone mad. “pregnant 2-3 weeks” it read. You didn’t know what to do. You stood for what must’ve been 30 mins just staring at the tests in fear the result would change, but it didn’t. You couldn’t wait to tell Luca but you were afraid. What if you miscarried after you told him, it was so early in the pregnancy that anything could happen. You decided to phone your doctor and book in for an appointment to discuss your prenatal care. You had decided not to tell Luca until you were a bit further on in the pregnancy. Hiding it from his wasn’t easy though. He questioned why suddenly your favourite pizza made you sick, why you couldn’t stand the smell of his favourite cologne anymore as it made you gag and why on numerous occasions he had woken up to find you missing from bed only for him to come downstairs and find you making some weird concoction of foods that almost always involved pickles, Hot Cheetos, and mustard. You’d just about managed to convince him that your PCOS was wreaking havoc on your hormones and that’s why you were acting so strange – he didn’t question it so as to not upset you, but he also didn’t entirely believe you either.

You went to your 12 week scan alone. You wanted to be sure everything was ok before telling Luca. Your baby was perfectly healthy and thriving, as were you apart from the vomiting, fatigue and heartburn, but it was all worth it for your little miracle. You had ordered a onesie that said “4th Generation Swat on the way” on the front and read “Baby Luca” on the back. You couldn’t wait to see Luca’s reaction when he opened the box. You had also got Luca a t-shirt with the word dad on the front of it and a mug with your sonograph picture on it. You wrapped everything in tissue paper and neatly placed them in a box. You placed the box on the coffee table in anticipation of Luca’s arrival home from work. You had fixed yourself up as you wanted to record his reaction not only to keep the memory but also you were sure the team would want to see his reaction. You threw on the only pain of denim jeans that still fit. You paired your jeans with a white half zip and a baseball cap as you hadn’t got a chance to shower yet due to the fact your head was in the toilet bowl most of the day.

You set your phone up on a book shelf, where Luca wouldn’t see it and sat on the sofa. You waited nervously for his reaction. As soon as he pulled into the driveway, the butterflies in your stomach erupted. Luca walked through the door and smiled at you.

“Hey babe, how was work?”, you asked, trying to act normal and not ruin the surprise.

“Good”, he smiled and you could see the exhaustion in his face. He was about to go upstairs and shower when you called him.

“Babe”, you called, a hint of excitement in your voice.

“Yeah, everything ok”, he asked as her turned around and stood in front of you, picking up on the change in your tone.

“Yeah, I’m ok, would you sit beside me for a sec, I wanna give you something”, you said hardly able to contain yourself as the corners of your mouth turned up in a half smile.

“Sure”, he said hesitantly, giving you a questioning look and he slowly sat beside you on the couch. You reached out in front of you, picked up the box and placed it on his lap.

“What’s todays date?”, he asked nervously, “I haven’t forgotten an anniversary or something, have I” he said with a nervous laugh.

“No babe, you haven’t”, you laughed, “just open it”, you said shoving the box closer to him, growing impatient now.

Luca carefully undid the light blue bow on the box and lifted off the lid. He peeled back the tissue paper and carefully lifted out the t-shirt you had bought for him. He looked at the t-shirt and then you, a smile growing on his face. He didn’t say a word but kept looking through the box. Next he pulled out the onesie, unwrapping it. He looked at the onesie in disbelief. He started to well up, pulling you in for a tight hug. “is it true”, he asked sniffling.

“Yes baby, you’re gonna be a dad”, you said choking back tears.”

“I can’t believe it”, Luca smiled, beaming from ear to ear, proud as punch.

He pulled out the mug from the bottom of the box and smiled. “I can’t wait to bring this to work with me so I can look at our little bean everyday”, he said, wiping his thumb over the picture lovingly.

“When can we tell the team, how far along are you, when did you find out”, he bombarded you with questions.

“I found out a couple of weeks ago, but I didn’t tell you as I wanted to be sure first” you said, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at you’d that you waited so long to tell him.

“I understand”, he said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

I have another scan in a few weeks to find out the gender”, you explained.

“let me know when it is and I’ll get the day off work, I want to come with you”, he stated.

“Sure thing”, you smiled. “What do you say I come drive you to work tomorrow and we can tell the team together, because I know you’re gonna let it slip”, you saying laughing at his reaction as he tried to act like he was offended.

“Oh I can’t wait”, he said jumping off the sofa.

You got off the sofa to go and fetch your phone, replaying the video to see his reaction. You cropped the video so it just showed the important parts as you knew the team would ask to see it.

That night Luca couldn’t fall asleep. He kept thinking about your future and the fact that he was finally going to be a dad after all the years of trying. Eventually he drifted off to sleep, his arms protectively around your wait, hands rubbing your stomach. You smiled leaning back into his toned chest, listening to his rhythm of his heartbeat to fall asleep. You couldn’t wait to finally have your little family and neither could Luca.

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[reidsmuse01]

"Coming Home To You"

Luca x Fem Reader

Summary: Luca returns home from Germany and you’re the first thing he wants to do 😉😭

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, no minors

It had been months.

Too many days of lonely mornings and even lonelier nights. Too many late-night calls that ended with promises of “soon.” You had counted the weeks, the hours, the minutes. And now, he was finally on his way back from Germany.

Luca. Your Luca.

You stood in front of the mirror, breath catching as you took in your reflection. Denim shorts hugging your curves just right. A black lace corset top that showed just enough without giving away everything. And those platform black Converse he always teased you about—said they were your signature look. You didn’t dress up for just anyone. But tonight? Tonight, you wanted to knock the wind out of him.

You wanted him to see his girl standing there and forget every second he’d spent away.

Butterflies fluttered wild in your stomach as you pulled up to S.W.A.T. HQ. His flight had landed hours ago, but debriefs always came first. Still, the second the doors slid open and you spotted that familiar stride—broad shoulders, duffel slung over one arm, baseball cap pulled low—you nearly forgot how to breathe.

He hadn’t seen you yet.

You leaned against your car, trying to play it cool, until his gaze lifted.

And then everything changed.

The second his eyes locked on you, he froze mid-step. His lips parted just slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then, like gravity snapped into place, he started moving faster.

“Holy sh—Y/N,” he breathed when he reached you, voice rough with disbelief and hunger. “You look…”

“Hi, baby,” you said softly, grinning as he tossed his duffel to the ground and pulled you into his arms so hard your feet left the ground.

“I missed you,” he whispered into your hair. “Missed you like crazy.”

You clung to him, burying your face in his shoulder. “It’s been too long.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you again—eyes roaming slowly over your outfit, down your legs, back up to your lips. You felt it in your stomach. That look. That heat.

“You wore this to pick me up?”

“Mm-hmm.” You smirked. “Did it work?”

Luca groaned, running a hand down your back, fingers dipping just beneath the lace. “Baby, I’m about five seconds away from forgetting where we are.”

“Well,” you whispered, close enough for your breath to tease his skin, “we could go home.”

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The door had barely clicked shut before Luca’s mouth was on yours again—hot, desperate, wild. You didn’t even make it all the way down the hall. He had you up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your thighs like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your neck, breath ragged. “You wore that for me?”

“Only for you,” you whispered, voice breathy as your hands tangled in his hair. “Missed you too much not to.”

“Jesus, baby… I could’ve taken you right there in the parking lot.”

Your laugh came out as more of a whimper when his teeth grazed your collarbone. “Not exactly the homecoming I planned.”

He carried you to the bedroom like you weighed nothing, tossing you gently onto the mattress. You landed with a soft gasp, back arching as you watched him strip—hat, shirt, belt—all of it hitting the floor with impatient thuds. When he looked at you again, his eyes were practically black with hunger.

“Get up here,” he growled, voice rough with need.

You scooted back onto the pillows, your denim shorts already unbuttoned, corset top half-undone from the way his hands had been all over you. He climbed over you, his body caging you in, every inch of him humming with tension. He pressed his hips down against yours and you both moaned.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered into your ear, one hand trailing down your ribs, across your stomach, slipping beneath the lace. “You’ve been on my mind every damn night. Dreamt of this. Of you.”

You tugged his boxers down just enough to feel him against your thigh—hot, hard, ready.

“Then take it,” you whispered, eyes locked with his. “I’m yours.”

That was all it took.

His mouth was everywhere—trailing down your chest, pulling the corset aside with agonizing slowness. Tongue flicking across your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, his stubble dragging deliciously against your skin. You squirmed beneath him, moaning his name, fingers digging into his back.

When his hand slid into your panties, his breath hitched. “So wet already,” he groaned. “You missed me this much?”

You nodded, lips parting in a gasp as he slid two fingers inside, his thumb circling your clit in perfect rhythm. Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing the high you hadn’t felt in months.

“Luca—” you gasped, “I need—”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your lips. “I’ve got you.”

He took his time teasing you to the edge, then pulled back just before you could fall over it. You whined in protest, but he just smirked, tugging your shorts and panties off in one slow, torturous motion. Then he lined himself up, tip teasing your entrance, waiting.

“You ready for me, baby?”

“I’ve been ready.”

He slid in slow, deep, every thick inch filling you until your back arched off the bed. The stretch, the heat—it stole the breath from your lungs. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as he started to move, slow at first, then faster, deeper, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force.

The headboard hit the wall. The sheets tangled around you. You moaned his name again and again, barely aware of anything except the way he felt inside you, the way his lips claimed yours between thrusts, the sound of his groans as he buried his face in your neck.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, thrusts turning erratic. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you cried, digging your nails into his back. “All yours.”

You came hard—legs shaking, body trembling, cries muffled by his shoulder. Luca followed seconds later, groaning into your neck as he spilled inside you, hips jerking with every pulse.

He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms instantly, pressing kisses to your forehead, your shoulder, your bare stomach.

“I’m never leaving again,” he whispered. “Never.”

the next morning you blinked awake slowly, muscles deliciously sore, your limbs tangled with Luca’s under the blankets. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, golden and warm—and completely at odds with the ache between your legs.

You stretched, only to groan and immediately stop. “Oh my God…”

Luca stirred, propping himself up on an elbow. His hair was a mess, stubble dark on his jaw, but that damn smirk was already in place. “Morning, sunshine.”

You glared half-heartedly. “I don’t think I can walk.”

He laughed, low and smug. “Legs feel like jelly, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing. “You broke me.”

He leaned in, brushing your hair back, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Damn right I did.”

“You might have to carry me downstairs.”

His smirk turned into a grin. “That was the plan anyway. Gonna throw you over my shoulder, caveman style.”

You groaned, hiding your face in the pillow. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love it.”

And you did. Every cocky smile, every teasing kiss, every last inch of the man who made coming home feel like the best kind of wildfire.

[reidsmuse01]

Hey Guys!

This is my first time posting a Swat imagine! ( Be nice please 🫥)

Luca is my favourite Swat character so I will probably start off when a couple of LucaxFem!Reader imagines. I will also be using (Y/N).

If you have any requests feel free to message me😊

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Summary: Bonnie is your best friend and it’s her birthday. You’ve organised a pool party for her with a couple of your friends until the Swat team crash the party after work and your night has a Very happy ending.

TW: mentions of alcohol, no smut but it is implied.

The sun felt like a warm fuzzy blanket across your back as you sat by the pool sipping your, very large, vodka and coke. The music blasted through your backyard as all your friends danced and sipped their drinks. You however were in your sun lounger, analysing every part of your body that was exposed. You felt so self-conscious in your bikini. All of your friends were smaller than you. You had curves, and a bigger chest and weren’t a size zero by no means.

Bonnie noticed you were rather quiet, as you were usually the life of the party, and came and sat beside you.

“What’s up (Y/N)”, Bonnie asked, furrowing her brow at you.

“Nothing, I’m good”, you answered, forcing a fake smile in order to somehow convince her you didn’t feel like total shit about yourself.

“Bullshit”, she retorted. “I know exactly what’s going on, I’m your best friend”, she said with a sympathetic smile.

“(Y/N) you’re beautiful. I know you feel self- conscious, but what woman doesn’t. you think I’m not jealous of your curves and big boobs”, she laughed.

“Wait, what?”, you asked confused.

“Yeah, you think I’m not self-conscious of my skinny frame or small chest that makes me look like a little boy”, Bonnie quizzed.

“I never thought of it like that”, you said, Bonnie making you feel slightly better about yourself.

“Look, it’s my birthday and I want to have a good time and get drunk with my bestie”, Bonnie said while standing up, stretching out her hand to you.

You stood up and hugged her and thanked her for the reassurance

“Right, Shots?” you asked and ran off into the house to fetch a bottle of tequila and some shot glasses.

As the evening turned into night, the alcohol took full effect. There wasn’t a sober person in sight. You all danced and had fun in the pool, playing drinking games and prank calling local pizzerias asking if their refrigerator was running and if it was to go catch it, how juvenile but you couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so hard.

Bonnie winked at you and asked, “You up for a visitor”, with a mischievous smile on her lips, and with that you heard the wolf whistle from none other than the resident playboy himself, Jim street, as he led the team out to the backyard where the party was. Butterflies grew in your stomach as you knew, the man you had a major crush on was probably with them, and you were right. There he was with the biggest smile on his face, carrying a case of beer under his arm. There was something about Luca, that you couldn’t quite put your finger on but even his presence had an effect on you and Bonnie knew this. She quickly ran over to Tan and Luca, wrapping her arms around Tans neck trying to kiss him but instead nearly ended up knocking him over in her drunken state.

You stayed on your lounger sipping your drinking as you watched the team mingle with your friends. Chris spotted you and came over to sit beside you. “Wow”, She said eyeing you up and down. “If I wasn’t in a relationship with two people right now, I’d so chat you up, you look hot”, she joked.

“Shut up”, you laughed. Chris watched as your eyes were trained on Luca. His arms looked so big in the black tank top his was wearing and paired with his fresh haircut you could’ve melted on the spot.

She smirked “Why don’t you just go talk to him besides drooling over him from afar”.

“No, I can’t”, you said, your eyes never leaving him and you soaked up the sight in front of you.

“He doesn’t feel the same way, I know it”, you slurred.

“You both are as oblivious as each other “, Chris laughed, getting up to get a drink.

She walked over to Luca and whispered something in his ear. She disappeared inside and Luca slowly made his way over to you.

“Hey, great party”, he smiled.

“Thanks, I wasn’t expecting ye, not that I’m complaining”, you joked

“Well Bonnie texted Tan, saying she was drunk and missed him and invited us because we finished the case early”, he explained.

Luca took a deep breath and look you directly in the eyes and in that moment, you swore you could’ve melted.

“I gotta tell you something”, Luca stared. “This isn’t easy, I’ve thought about doing this for a while but I always chickened out and I don’t know if it is the liquid courage or the way that bikini hugs you body in all the right places but I can’t keep it inside anymore”, Luca swallowed hard and took your hand in his.

“I like you, a lot and I understand if you don’t feel the same and I know we have been friends for a while but…” Luca rambled on.

You brought your hands up to either side of his face and placed a gentle, but hungry kiss on his lips and held it there for a few seconds.

Everyone watched in amazement as the team thought this day would never happen and was trying to get you and Luca to confess your feelings for each other for months now.

When you pulled away, Luca bit his lip and smile sheepishly.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that”, you confess.

“So was that a nice way of telling me to shut up and that you feel the same way”, Luca joked and he scooted closer to you on the lounger, putting his strong, muscular arms around your waist, giving your ass a squeeze as he did so.

“Hey”, you smacked his chest playfully.

“What! you’ve no idea I’ve waited to do that”, he confessed with a cheeky grin as a blush grew across your cheeks.

You spent the rest of the night drink and playing beer pong with the team and your friends, Luca stealing cheeky kisses when nobody was looking, or so he thought.

At the end of the night, everyone was drunk and you knew you’d pay for drinking that much liquor in the morning. Everyone started to leave in ubers and soon it was only you, Luca and street left. Streets uber pulled up outside. “Hey Luca, rides here”, Jim slurred. “No, mines right here”, Luca laughed and he pulled you close, planting a kiss on your lips. “You dirty dog”, Jim laughed and shook his head as he left and closed the front door behind him and you knew you and Luca would be the talk of the Swat locker room for the foreseeable.

Luca turned to you and smiled.

“you know you’ve been driving me crazy all night in that bikini”, he said and he placed his hand on your chin, tilting you face up to him.

You blushed.

“Come on, time for bed”, he smirked and he pulled you upstairs.

It was Bonnie’s birthday but it was you who had the happy ending that night. 🫠😜

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