#jason beghe

[a-little-bit-of-tradition]

He's back! 💕

[shootforthestars-28]

This 🥹🥹

[musntbill]

Hank Voight x Fem!Reader

(TW: Some violence and implied sexual abuse/[worse], but nothing explicitly said)

Hank’s eyes surveyed the crime scene. A murder, of someone quite important to the mayoral candidate. This was a high-visibility case, which Hank hated. That meant more people telling him how to do his job.

Hank crouched beside the body, the body of a young girl who had been practically mutilated. Tortured in all of the worst ways. Hank could only imagine what her last moments must have felt like. Something nobody should experience. Something he promised himself he would make the culprit experience, one way or another.

His eyes moved up as he stood, listening to Antonio telling him about the case. “We have no witnesses, apparently. At least, none who are willing to talk.”

Hank huffed in protest. “She was dumped in the middle of the street. Someone has to know something.”

“They won’t cooperate,” Antonio replied, shaking his head as he put his notebook and pen away. “Damn shame, too.” He then walked away to talk to some of the other officers.

Hank looked out over the crowd of people behind the yellow tape. They were watching and chattering amongst themselves, all except one woman. She stood there, facing Sergeant Voight, arms wrapped around herself. She had her hood up, hair blowing in the breeze to cover part of her face. As Hank looked at her, they locked eyes. She seemed to curl into herself as she moved backward, disappearing into the crowd. Hank hummed, musing to himself over the woman and her behavior as he looked over the crowd in an attempt to find her. When he found the effort to be futile, he moved away from the scene in the opposite direction, getting into his car and heading to the district.

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The case dragged on, dead end evidence everywhere they looked. Without a witness to put the criminal at the scene, all they had was circumstantial at best. Hank rubbed his forehead with one hand, taking in a deep breath as he poured over the paperwork again. It didn’t help that the folks in the ivory tower were breathing down his neck, watching his every move.

The bullpen was empty, as everyone else had gone home for the night. Hank knew he should leave too, but he needed answers. He needed to find the killer.

“Hank,” came a familiar voice. Strong but gentle, he knew it to be Trudy. He didn’t look up to meet her eyes, simply grunting in response. “Hank,” she insisted.

He sighed, looking up from the files to look at his friend and coworker, only to see a woman beside her, the same woman from the crime scene. She had her hair in front of her face, but her hood was down this time. She still curled into herself, as if at any moment she would be attacked. Hank stood to greet her, looking her over. “You were at the scene.”

“Then you know why I’m here,” the woman replied. “I’m (Y/N).” She reached out to shake his hand.

“(Y/N),” he repeated. “Sergeant Hank Voight.”

“I know,” she replied softly, Trudy nodding to Hank and leaving as (Y/N) sat down across from his desk. “You were there the night Emilia was murdered.”

“Did you know Emilia?”

“Yes. I was her babysitter, back when she was younger. We grew close in the last few years. I just graduated college.”

Hank hummed as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms to listen to the girl in front of him. “And?”

“And…” She sighed heavily, rubbing her arms. “I saw them murder her. They said if I talked…” She looked away, flashing back to the terrible memory that had kept her awake.

“Please, please!” She begged, crying and kneeling before the two men who had just mutilated her friend. “Please, please don’t kill me, please! I-I’m a nobody! I don’t have family!”

“Kill the bitch!” The first man said, obviously in a rush, since they’d left Emilia’s body in the street.

“Andy, she’s begging for her life! Let’s just get out of here.”

Andy growled, grabbing (Y/N) by the collar. “If you go to the cops, speak to the cops, or call the cops, you know what I’ll do to you? Huh? I’ll tie you down and cut out your tongue. Then, I’ll do all those nasty things to you that you see in the movies. I’ll make you suffer, more than your friend.”

“(Y/N)?” Hank had since stood, putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to her. “What did they say?”

“They said… They’d cut out my tongue… Do horrible things… Then make me suffer, more than Emilia did.” She took in a ragged breath, looking up at Hank.

Finally, he could see the light on her face, her hair moving back to reveal a black eye. Hank tucked her hair behind her ear, gently pressing his fingers to her chin, maneuvering her face so he could see better. “Did they do this to you?”

“Last night, when I was at home, they came in and threatened me again. They said the cops were getting close, and said that if I talked, I was dead.” She swallowed hard, tear welling in her eyes as she looked up at Hank. “They hit me and… And then they left.”

“Is that all they did?”

She swallowed hard, moving back from his grip and looking down, letting her hair fall back into her face. Silence washed over the both of them, (Y/N) pulling tighter into herself, clinging for life as she re-lived the night before.

Hank let out a soft breath, then crouched in front of her. “Hey… You did the right thing,” he reassured her, a tender hand on her leg, the other resting on her arm. “I’ll take care of you.”

She sniffled and took in a deep breath, nodding. “I know your reputation on the street. I asked around about you. If you give me your word… if you promised to protect me… I would believe you.” She looked up a bit, her eyes meeting his.

Hank nodded in response, looking up into her eyes. “I promise.”

[thena0315]

"It was great to see you guys! #onechicago #chicagopd"

📷 jonseda

Another Chicago reunion!!

[karihighman]

Yesterday (Jan. 8) marked ten years of Chicago PD. A whole decade of the police procedural series, almost half with Upstead (& almost all 10 with Jay Halstead!) 🙂👮‍♂️👮‍♀️👏

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank Voight x Reader Oneshot

Prompt: Fear

(TW: Slight implication of SA, but nothing explicitly mentioned - 2nd person, mostly angst and some fluff)

You ran through the woods, panting.

Your chest was aching in pain, heart pounding heavily against your rib cage. It pounded loud in your ears and in your head, making you want to bury yourself, just to get away from it. It felt like your heart was trying to escape from your chest, pounding, pounding, pounding…

Your chest tightened, your lungs being unable to fill the whole way. You couldn’t afford to stop, to take in a much-needed deep breath. You had to keep running, to keep going, even if it meant your lungs aching in protest at the lack of oxygen to supply your body with.

Meanwhile, your muscles were constricting. They tightened with each passing step, barely loosening enough for you to take the next one. They begged you to stop, threatening to tighten up for good if you didn’t rest. But, how could you rest? How could you when you were running for your life?

The only thing keeping you going was the adrenaline coursing through your veins due to the active footsteps behind you, matching pace. You couldn’t run any faster, and you could feel yourself getting nowhere. You cried out, screaming into the dark woods, hoping someone, anyone would hear you.

The fear of being caught was overwhelming, to say the least. It weaved itself into every fiber of your being, engulfing you like a hot flame would engulf a piece of paper. It burned into you, making the hairs on your neck and arms stand up on edge. You knew this was a loosing fight, but the fear kept you going, trying to run from the man behind you.

You felt something snake around your waist, stopping you in your tracks. You panted heavily, fatigued, knowing it was over. His strong arms squeezed the breath out of you. Defeated, you wound up on the ground, the man on top of you in the dark. You could barely breathe, your head spinning and body aching. He seemed so far away, and yet, here he was, doing the worst things you could imagine to your body.

You heard him say your name, and it sent chills through your spine. You wanted to protest, but you were weak - too weak to move any more. Even if you got him off you, you wouldn’t be able to run. You had nowhere to go. The fight was futile once again, like it was every day and night.

He said your name again, this time stronger, and his voice sounded different. It sounded too deep to be the man who was chasing you. You whimpered in soft protest, feeling arms on your shoulders, moving you. He spoke your name over and over, each time his voice getting louder. It wasn’t his voice. It was someone else’s.

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When you opened your eyes, you took in a sharp breath and sat up, looking around. The overhead light was off, but the lamp beside you was on, shining a soft and shadowy glow over the room. You panted, hands coming to your body, roaming to find any injuries, only to find there were none. You realized where you were, looking around as your eyes landed on Hank. He was sitting beside you, brow furrowed with worry as he reached out, taking your forearms in his hands gently. “Hey, (Y/N),” he spoke softly. “It’s alright. I’m here.”

You swallowed hard, holding his arms in a soft embrace before pulling away, peeling the covers from your sweating legs. You got up from the bed, still trying to catch your breath as your heart beat echoed in your head. As you moved into the bathroom, you saw yourself in the mirror. You looked ragged, probably due to the lack of sleep in the past few days. You also looked like you’d personally been to Hell and back, making you let out a deep sigh.

Leaning over the counter, you caught your breath, then turned on the cold water, collecting some in your hands and pushing it against your face. As you slowly slipped back into reality, you rubbed the cool water over your arms and dumped some on the back of your head and neck. You ran your fingers through your hair, then turned off the water. You moved back into the bedroom, opening a window to let the cool air hit your wet skin. Breathing in the air deeply, then exhaling into the night, you took a few moments like this, leaning on the windowsill and overlooking the abandoned street below you.

Finally, you shut the window and made your way back over to the bed where Hank was sitting, waiting for you to calm down like you did every night. You sat beside him, putting your head in your hands as your elbows rested on your thighs. He slowly rubbed your back as you leveled your breathing once again. He spoke first. “Anything you need, (Y/N); you know I’m here for you.”

“I know,” you replied back softly, pulling yourself up to look at him once again, then leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Hank pulled you down onto the bed, and you laid beside him, pushing your face into his neck. You breathed in his musky scent, pressing soft kisses to the skin. It was an odd thing, wanting comfort in your time of need, but also wanting to give the same comfort.

Hank traced your spine with his fingertips, holding you close and kissing the top of your head as his other hand held your waist firmly. It was the kind of gentle hold that told you he would never let anyone hurt you again. Never.

You weren’t inclined to fall back asleep, but the soothing touches of Hank’s hands made it near impossible to stay awake. The hand you had on his chest felt his heartbeat, which was the final nail in the coffin, and you fell back asleep in the comfort of his arms, content with his comfort despite the constant nightmares which plagued you.

[adoreeenina]

Forbidden Attraction

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻

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Relationships: Hank Voight x Plus size! Justin’s ex girlfriend! Reader

Summary: "It was wrong, it was forbidden, it was frowned upon by many. But no matter how many times we tried to stay away from each other, we couldn't fight the pull between each other."

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content. Younger woman/older man. Age gap. A bit of a slow burn. Mutual pining. Angst. Daddy issues. Insecurities. Mention of past domestic abuse. Mention of past cheating. Body issues. Romantic/Sexual tension. Depression. Anxiety. Jealousy. And more. (Justin & Alvin doesn’t die. Is somewhat of an AU.)

(Coming Soon)

[wwemcumuscleslover]

Can some answer this question...

Did some one ever been soo addicted to somebody voice...

Jason beghe voice it's getting on my brain, hitting all the clits inside my brain mass..

Like in this video, sound soo good...

[imjustwritingg]

Has there been and interview or spoilers shared somewhere?? My google skills are failing me. Can you help a gal out? 😅

Of course I can! Jason Beghe did an interview with TVInsider and spoke about Tracy’s exit. This is the part that has everyone in a tailspin…

And here’s the full article: https://www.tvinsider.com/1126908/chicago-pd-season-11-tracy-spiridakos-exit-upton-voight-jason-beghe/

[poisonedjoinery]

IF YOU ARE STILL TAKING REQUESTS FOR FANFICS!!!!

Hi, I'm just excited because I read a lot of Hank Voight's imagines in the last hour so... Yeah. Anyways, here's my idea: Voight dating a latina, she's a kindergarten teacher and helped in a former case as a witness. They are in a secret relationship since he doesn't want her to be in danger but the team finds out and it's cute because they are total opposites (like... She's cute as fuck and all kind and sweet and fluffy and so fucking small). It's like... I don't know, I want to see that.

Requested by @magmagicstyle

Thank you for my first request, I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it.

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Keep you Safe

Voight x Female Reader (Latina)

Warnings: Fluff, some bad language, just full of cute stuff. (If you feel there should be other warnings please do let me know)

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Waking up, you felt a heavy weight over your stomach. Looking down, you saw Voights arm resting over you. Smiling you shifted back, moving further into his hold.

"Mmm... you tryin'a start something (Y/N)?" face flushing, you tried to move away, stammering out a reply;

"No, I was just..." Hanks arm tightened around you pulling you closer as he buried his face into the dip of your shoulder.

"I didn't say you could move Miss Pérez." You felt your blush deepen as Voight repositioned you both so that his leg was between yours, and the arm that had been around your stomach reached up to gently curve around your throat. Smiling to yourself, you relaxed into him again, the warmth of the sun through the curtains and the steady breathing from Voight lulling you back into sleep.

What felt like moments later, a piercing ringing startled you awake, then clipped, gruff words from Hank.

"I'll be there shortly." Throwing his phone back on the side he laid back down next to you, kissing your shoulder. Stifling a moan, you tried to think past wanting to sink into Hank even more.

"Do... do you have a case?"

"Mmm."

"I'll go make some coffee yeah?" You made to get up, but Hank tightened his grip around your waist.

"You know, I am the Sergeant (Y/N). Which means..." He turned you over, slowly leaning over you and reaching down to pull your shirt up exposing your soft tanned skin.

"Whi... which means?" You stammered out. Hank hummed, kissing your stomach, reaching a hand up to tangle his fingers in your long dark hair.

"Means... I got more important things to be dealing with right now."

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"You have a late one Boss?" Adam smirked.

"Scuse me...?" Voight's tone held annoyance and anger.

"I was.. just messing Boss." Adam stammered out.

"Oh you was hmm? Well Adam... not that I need to explain myself but I thought I had competent detectives on this team and that I wouldn't need to hurry my ass down to a crime scene. But clearly... I was wrong hmm?" Adam seemed to shrink where he stood, embarrassment evident on his face.

"Anyone else want to question where I was hmm?" Everyone else shook their head with murmurs of "No Boss" .

"Good... now get back to work."

Voights day continued like usual, leads were run down and suspects were brought in for questioning, but all the while he couldn't help but think about this morning. How he had stretched you out, and kissed every inch of your beautiful skin. He loved how you looked, even though you always blushed when he looked at you. He'd met you on a case a few months back, you'd been an eye witness to a shooting and your description had helped the Intelligence team catch him. He couldn't place why, but he had decided to come by your work just to check on you. You'd been super shaken up when the shooting had happened, and he didn't like the thought of you being scared to leave the house. What he'd found however, was you out in the playground of the school you worked in, teaching the children about the different varieties of birds. They were all excited to be outside, and he couldn't help but smile as you had let them wander off with their binoculars looking for birds to see. He found that, whenever you smiled he felt the need to smile also. Your joy was infectious, even the grumpiest looking kid in your class had ended up smiling and laughing. When he'd asked you how you was doing, he'd been surprised by your answer;

"As scared as I am... I won't allow that man to take me away from these kids. They mean everything to me, and I love teaching them. So he'll have to do better than that."

He'd felt a sense of pride in that moment, saw a fierceness in you that his wife had held in her. He wasn't sure when he had come up with the idea, but he had ended up asking you out for dinner that night and the rest was history.

"Boss, we've caught another lead." Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Voight glanced up from his desk to find Upton standing in his doorway. Nodding, he made a noise in his throat.

"You heading out?" She shook her head,

"No, Jay just went out to pick her up."

"Okay, keep me posted." Nodding, she walked back to her desk leaving Voight to drift back into his thoughts.

He'd enjoyed waking up with you that morning, he seemed to find that he felt less... less when he had you by his side. He liked how you held your love for life out for everyone to see. Any drawing or gift you had been given by your children was hung proudly in your home. He'd watched that moring, as you had gotten rid of the last bunch of flowers that had been gifted to you. You'd always seem a little sad whenever you did this, even though you knew that they didn't last that long. Maybe he'd pick you up some new flowers on the way to you later. He was just thinking about what to get for you, when Upton knocked again.

"She's in the interrogation room Boss."

"Let's get in there."

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Pulling the file, Voight read through it as he slowly walked to the interrogation room. Frowning he turned back to Upton,

"Who's in there with the lead?"

"Antonio is."

"Hmm..." Looking back at the file he frowned again,

"There's not mention of the lead... who is it?" Opening the door to the viewing room, Upton walked in.

"A woman called (Y/N) Pérez, she's a kindergarten teacher. She was a witness to a shooting a while back and we think that she may recognise the guy from this shooting, or maybe... she knows him on a more... biblical level." Voight stepped in quickly behind Upton, looking through the two way mirror and felt his stomach churn, and his rage build. Antonio was sitting across from you. His tone was sharp, nothing to show how kind he really was.

"Where were you this morning?" You're face looked pale, as you sat and twisted the hem of your shirt in your fingers. He could see the slight mark he had left on your collarbone this morning, could still feel your soft touch on his cheek.

"I um... I was at home... and uh..."

"Can anyone confirm that?"

"Um... sorry why am I here?" Antonio, kept his face passive, watching you intently.

"You're here because a few months back, you was a witness to a shooting, and now we find out that you know Christopher Hent. Went to school with him."

"Well.. yeah I was in the same Junior High class as him, but that doesn't mean I know..."

"Well maybe, you stayed friends with him. Maybe, a few months back he needed his rival drug dealer off the streets and you gave a false eye witness causing him to be put in jail."

"What.. no I..."

" I THINK..." Voight didn't stick around to hear the rest of Antonio's accusations. Storming out of the viewing room, he threw open the door to the interrogation room glaring at Antonio.

"Alright that's enough 'Tonio." He couldn't look at you, knew he would see the fear in your eyes, and he knew from how angry he looked he could add to that fear and that would break his heart. Antonio stood up looking confused.

"Boss, I was just..."

"I said... ENOUGH." Rage burned through Voights body, hating how Antonio had spoken to you. Antonio folded his arms, and didn't move.

"What's going on Hank? Why you protecting this woman?" Hank looked over at you, felt his heart miss a beat. You was looking up at him, a pained expression on your face. You'd both agreed to keep your relationship quiet. You knew a lot of people hated Voight, blamed him for their or a loved ones imprisonment, or someone's death. So you had kept it to yourself. It had been thrilling to have something so wonderful, and not have anyone interfering.

"HANK!" Antonio barked out at him, a quiet rage simmering just below the surface. Hank couldn't take his eyes off of you, but when he spoke it was soft, affection coating every word.

"Because... she was with me this morning. I was late... because I was with (Y/N)." Moving to stand in front of you, he held his hand out to you pulling you to your feet.

Antonio dropped his arms, and Upton stood rooted to the spot in the doorway.

"Hank... I... you shouldn't have... I would have been okay." your voice was soft, you didn't know what to say. Raising his hand, he gently touched your cheek.

"I know, but you're mine, and I will do anything to keep you safe, hmm?" Leaning into his touch, you raised a hand pressing it to his chest. Voight leant down and softly kissed you, smiling down at you as he pulled away.

There was a commotion behind you in the doorway, and Voight turned his head slightly.

"You've got to be kidding me." Adam's voice whispered through the room. Never taking his eyes off you, Hank spoke to Adam.

"Is there a problem Ruzek?" You heard him stammer slightly before answering,

"Well... no Boss but... well... how have you got a woman like that? I mean... she's so so...." Voight turned his head again staring intently at Adam, his voice holding a whip of venom.

"So... what?"

"She's so nice... and you're a... well you're an asshole." You let out a bubble of laughter, causing Voight to look back down at you raising an eyebrow.

"You think I'm an asshole huh?" Grinning you shook your head, dropping your voice so only he could hear you.

"Of course not Sergeant, although you do have a nice ass." Antonio let out a low whistle, a shit eating grin on his face as he turned away, laughing at the surprised look on Voights face. Hank ran his tongue over his bottom lip, making a non committal noise in this throat. Blushing deeply, you dipped your head again.

"Can I... can we go home now?" Voight smiled and nodded.

"Sure thing sweethear'." Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he slowly guided you out of the interrogation room, Adam moved out the way for you both, a stunned look on his face. As you passed him he opened his mouth to say something,

"Adam if I hear anything else out of your mouth you're fired." Voight spoke before Adam could even get out a murmur.

"Hank... you can't fire someone for having an opinion on something." Rolling his eyes, he gripped your shoulder tighter kissing the top of your head as he guided you through the office towards the stairs down to the exit.

"I can if he pisses me off enough." He mumbled against your hair. Chuckling, you lent into him, resting your hand on his chest.

"I never realised you was such a hard ass Mr Voight." Voight grinned, as Adam's voice rang out behind you.

"DIDN'T REALISE.... HARD ASS.... WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW??" You just heard Antonio's voice as you started down the stairs.

"I think what's happening, is that Voight has a girlfriend Ruzek."

~ Fin ~

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[acecroft]

JASON BEGHE as Larry Moore in The X-Files 1.20 (1994)

[a-little-bit-of-tradition]

"You guys got married?"

"Yeah, we did."

🧐👍🏻🥹😍🥳👮🏼‍♀️😏

[shootforthestars-28]

Can we talk about his guns!? 💪💪 I mean, look at them!! 🫠🤤 I'll sign petition for him to wear this shirt in every episode from now on...😍

Doesn't he look utterly edible!? 🔥

[thefuckinheaven]

[thena0315]

The Original Chicago PD Main Cast

Season 1: Jin left/dies

Season 4: Lindsey left

Season 5: Olinsky left/dies

Season 6: Dawson left

Season 10: Halstead left

Voight, Ruzek, Burgess and Atwater are all that remains of the main OGs

[alicewritez]

Late Night Love - Hank Voight

word count: 1221

summary: after a tough day at work, hank comes home to find you soundly asleep and all he needs is some of your loving to have him feeling like himself again

Hank Voight x Reader

authors note: implied smut, but nothing too descriptive or explicit. apologises for any mistakes, i’m just getting the feel for writing again but i hope you enjoy anyway 💖

The case was tough but ended in a drug bust and a peaceful drive home. Hank entered the house and shook off his coat, hanging it up on a hook while heading upstairs. The house was quiet and dark, with the only light being shone through the curtains from nearby streetlights. He gently opened the door to his bedroom before his gaze quickly landed on you, his fiancé, who was fast asleep in their bed. He smiled softly and slipped into bed, his arms snaking around around your waist, pulling you closer.

You slowly stir awake against his chest. He smiled as he pulled you even closer, kissing your forehead and running his hands down your back before slipping one under your t-shirt, his thumb rubbing against your bare skin to tease you, placing another kiss to your forehead.

"Don't start something you can't finish." You mumbled into his chest, the sleep slowly washing away.

Hank grinned, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him, giving you a sly smile. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"I just did." You tease back, a playfulness dancing over your features. Two could play at his game.

Hank chuckled, tracing a hand up your sides and giving your waist a gentle squeeze. His free hand traced patterns on the base of your back.

"How was your day?" You ask softly, pulling away to look up at him. You could tell by the look on his face that the day had been a long and tiring one and that he was happy to just be at home.

He smiled at your concern and at the warm feeling that washed over him as he lay with you. All of his worries had gone the minute he'd laid eyes on you. "A lot better now that I'm with you."

Hank squeezed your waist, taking in a breath, thinking as you rubbed his bicep. He didn't want to lie to you, to hide how things had been weighing on his mind, but as you laid together in your bed, it was the safest place he felt he could be; feeling like he could be vulnerable, if only for a minute, and the person he needed was the one that was in his arms: you. "No.. not tonight."

"Okay," you responded gently. "But if you do want to talk.. you know I'll listen." You don't push the subject further, knowing he'll open up when he feels ready.

Hank smiled lightly, his eyes softening. Your compassion and understanding was something that he cherished, you never pushed, never tried to pry him open, you just let him come to you on his own terms. "I know. That's one of the reasons why I'm marrying you."

You smile then change the subject to something more lighthearted to take his mind off the day. "We should do something.. just me and you."

Hank nodded, grinning from ear-to-ear as his hands ran up your sides, squeezing gently as he looked down at you. "Anything you want to do, just name it."

"I don't know." You sigh. "I just think it would do you good to take a break."

He chuckled as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his eyes gazing deeply into your own. "I mean, we could have an early honeymoon."

"I think you're forgetting one major part of that.. we're not married." You raise a brow with a playful smirk adorning your face.

He lets out a playful scoff as he leaned back on the bed and took his hand from underneath your shirt, moving to brush away stray strands of hair from your eyes. "Are you trying to tell me I can't drag you to the courthouse and get you married to me tonight?"

You scrunch your nose. "Not at eleven at night.. no."

Hank laughed and his free hand pulled you on top of him, gently kissing your neck before moving his lips next to your ear, whispering huskily. "You'd be surprised at the things I can do past eleven."

You laugh into his shoulder. "I liked the idea.." she shrugs, "but we're not married so.. think again mister."

He gave you a playful shove with a smirk before leaning forwards and kissing you. "You know what? I still might take you to that courthouse if this is the way you'll be treating your future husband."

You raise a brow, shaking your head before lying back down into the bed beside him, closing your eyes. "I'll believe that when I see it."

Hank smirked as his fingers played along the side of your stomach, his hand slipping back under your shirt, teasing you. "I hope you're not saying that as a challenge, 'cause I'm not afraid to take it on."

"Believe me, I don't doubt that." A smile creeps its way onto your face. Hank just grins as he squeezes your sides a little tighter, his fingertips continuing to dance against your sides. One hand makes its way underneath your shirt as he begins to tickle your side, making you giggle and squirm under him.

"Hank! Stop it!" You giggle into his chest, the wide smile never once leaving your face. The smile on his face widened as he saw you giggling and squirming under him, tickling your sides with a light giggle of his own. "Not a chance, I'm not letting you sleep until you're a blushing mess who's begging me to stop."

A flash of playfulness crosses your face before you speak. "I know what else I could beg you for." You giggle again.

Hank lets out a laugh as he squeezes your side once again, a low groan escaping from him as teases. "Oh yeah? What do you have in mind Mrs.-almost-Voight?" His smirk widens.

“You know exactly what I have in mind.” You mirror his smirk, a feeling of lust washing over you as you grind into him.

He lets out a low groan at the feeling as his hands shift from your side to your hips, his mouth curling into a sly smirk. He knew how much this drove you crazy so he pressed against you further against him, making you moan. “Hank.. please..”

Hank’s breath hitched as he heard you moan his name and the feeling of you grinding against him sent shivers down his spine as he squeezed you tighter. He decided to tease you further, slowly shifting his fingers to your leg and running them along your thigh. “Please what Y/N?”

“I need you Hank.. please.” You plead with him, becoming frustrated. He grinned, his eyes widening as he took a sharp breath and the feeling and sounds of you pleading sent warmth and lust racing through him as his voice became more gruff. “I’ve never heard you sound so desperate before… you sure you want this, baby?”

You nod quickly. “More than sure.”

Hank grinned as he pressed himself closer, sliding his body against yours as he leans down to kiss your forehead. He leans back, his eyes flickering all over your body, drinking in the sight of you underneath him. His lips hovered above yours as he breathed steadily, gazing into your eyes.“I’m gonna make this night something worth remembering.”

And that he did.