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evan4ever · 3 months ago

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You Left Me

Warnings— angst, that’s about it! And I did not proofread lol

a/n— I’ve wanted to write for Barba for so long and this popped in my head tonight so I hope it’s good, it’s my first Barba x reader!!

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“I’ve got donuts!” You chirped as you strolled into the station, holding the box of donuts up high for everyone to see, though blocking your own view momentarily. Thankfully, you knew your way around well enough that you maneuvered your way to your desk, still holding the box in front of you waiting for someone, anyone, to say something about the donuts— but when no one did, you finally lowered to box to see Amanda, Sony, Olivia… and Rafael staring at you.

Your heart nearly stopped. It had been nearly 3 years since Rafael had left. Left the squad. Left town. Left you.

No call. No text. No nothing. After a nasty case that left everyone confused and devastated, you arrived home to the apartment you had shared with your long time boyfriend, Rafael Barba, for all of his belongings to be gone. Nothing of his left, but a note.

“I love you. I’m sorry.

Rafi”

You were left broken beyond what you thought could ever be repaired. It took a lot of time, a lot of therapy, a lot of “self love” and time off for you to even come close to healing from that. You still weren’t completely healed. You were just on the mend, finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel, thinking that maybe things could be okay again. You were finally finding love towards your job again after spending the last three years being so angry and taking that anger out on every perp you could. Olivia knew what you were going through, thankfully doing her best to hold you together knowing you had no one else to do it for you. She never fired you when you were out of place, she never judged you when you blew up at anyone who looked at you wrong, no, she simply turned you in the direction she knew you needed to go.

And now, the moment your eyes landed on Rafael’s, they quickly diverted from his and found Olivia’s.

You swallowed hard, feeling uncomfortable with everyone’s eyes on you and the way silence filled the room. You dropped the box of donuts harshly on your desk and cleared your throat, running your hand through your hair, something you did often when nervous.

“Um, I can’t… this isn’t..” you stuttered, shaking your head, “I’m not doing this here.” You stated, turning and making your way into the break room, away from the wandering eyes, knowing Rafael would follow you.

The air felt thick around you, your skin hot and wet. You almost didn’t want to believe he was really here, that this was really happening. Why? Why now? After all this time? After all these years you had to spend healing the parts of you that he broke? Why now?

You felt the presence as someone entered the room, and it was all too familiar even after three years. Your ps were currently pressed against the counter, your body hunched forward.

“Close the door, please.” You demanded, quietly. You knew you weren’t going to be able to keep your temper under control when the two of you begin talking, and the others really don’t need to hear your dirty laundry.

You listen as he obliges, the door latching giving you the okay to push yourself away from the counter. You still couldn’t bring yourself to face him yet, so there you stood tall, facing away from him, staring at the white kitchen cabinets in the break room filled with only the presence of yourself and the man who was at one point the absolute love of your life.

It was dead silent, as if both of you were terrified to speak first. Or maybe neither of you knew the right thing to say. All you did know was you weren’t going to be the first to speak, and he had no right to make you.

“Can you turn to me?” His voice finally filled the room, filled your ears. “Please?” It was so soft, and still so beautiful, if you weren’t so pissed off at him, you probably wouldn’t buckled there.

“I don’t know if I can face you.” You admitted in a shaky whisper, you weren’t sure if he even heard.

“I know you’re angry, but if you would just listen—“

“Angry?” You cut him off, whipping yourself around so quick that he wasn’t expecting it and took a few steps back out of surprise. “No. I’m not angry, Rafael. I’m furious. I’m livid. I could kill you if it wasn’t illegal and I didn’t love my job.”

You stepped towards him with every one of your words, now chest to chest with him. Your noses were nearly touching as you stared up at him and he down at you, a look of pure despise mixed with betrayal in your eyes.

You stayed like this for a moment, almost threatening him to move away from you. When he didn’t, you finally backed off and put space between you, shaking your head at him.

“I know that I’ve hurt you y/n.” He states, his eyes remaining on you.

“You left me.” Your voice nearly squeaks in reply, causing Rafael to flinch slightly. “I would’ve done anything for you, Rafi, and you left me.”

“I had no choice!” He finally raises his voice, a hint of his own hurt showing. “I couldn’t make you give up the job that you worked so damn hard for all because I did what I did? I wasn’t going to make you pack up your life and come with me all because of a screwed up case! Don’t you get any of that? I was trying to spare you. I was trying to give you another chance at this beautiful life you built. I wasn’t going to make you follow me. I would never do that to you. Not because of my poor choices.”

You stared at him for a moment in disbelief, as if the last nearly decade you guys had spent together he truly had never heard a word you had ever said to him. Yes, you could see he was looking at your best interest, but he failed, miserably, at seeing what YOU would have wanted. What YOU would have thought was best.

“I would have gave up my entire life for you. My career, my home? Those are just things to me. You knew this.” You spoke slowly and clearly to him, making sure he understood you. “There was nothing else in this world I wanted more than to be with you, wherever you were, wherever you would go. I would have been there.” Your eyes stared directly into his, holding contact for a moment while he thought over what you just said. “But you took that choice from me when you left me here.”

Turning away from him now, you took a deep breath almost feeling free, finally getting that off your chest to him. He took that choice from you. He thought he knew what was best for you, and that’s what really hurt.

“And you didn’t even give me the courtesy of a phone call or… or a goddamn text message.” You laughed harshly. “No, I got to find out from a note Rafi! A note, and all your shit gone from our apartment! But hey, thanks for paying the rest of that year’s rent. You really did me a favor there.” You sarcastically joked, rolling your eyes.

All Rafael could do was stand there, thinking over your words again and again. He really did think he was doing what was best for you. That’s all he wanted, what was best for you. He didn’t want to make you pick your entire life up for him.

“I’m sorry y/n. I only wanted what was best for you. I didn’t think you—“

“No, you didn’t.” You cut him off, nodding in agreement. “You’re right. You didn’t think.”

He just stares at you, his mouth opening to say something but quickly closing on second thought.

You both now, once again, just stares each other down, neither daring to break eye contact. Though, his stare at you is filled with sincerity and warmth while your stare at him is still filled with anger and coldness.

“Do you know what I had to do to pick myself back up from that?” You once again break the silence, referring to his leaving. His eyes quickly meet the floor, almost scared to find out what his disappearance in your life had done to you. “I was in therapy FOUR DAYS a week with Olivia’s freaking shrink for months. Then it was three days a week. Now I’m finally at two days a week so, we’re making progress huh? I was on desk duty for a year because I would beat the living shit out of every perpetrator I could get my hands on. I had like.. four different lawsuits on my hands that, thank god for Olivia and the rest of my squad, they got me out of. I lost a partner to a bullet because my mind was on YOU. I lost the privilege to talk to victims for a year because my mind was on YOU.” His eyes remained on the floor as you flooded him with everything he had caused you to go through. “You left a hole in me, so big, that even three years later Rafi, I’m still working on filling it. All because I would have went with you.”

“So come with me now.”

His words take you back, nearly making you trip over your own feet as you process what the hell he just said. You stare at him, your eyebrows pushed together, questioning if you heard him right. Surely, he didn’t just say that now, after all this, after all this time.

“What?” You whisper, deciding you need to hear him say it again to confirm it.

Rafael pushes himself a few steps towards you now, maybe a foot between the two of you, and looks down at you carefully, and gently repeats himself. “So, come with me now.”

Your mouth drops open in awe, and not the good kind.

“Are you kidding me? Why now? Why now and not then?!” You raise your voice again, feeling the anger once again rise, though he quickly grabs either side of your arms and gives them a small squeeze.

“Please. Just listen to me.” You want to object but instead, you sigh and allow him to continue. “I realize now how wrong I was for not giving you the choice. Y/n, leaving you was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life. A mistake I have been dwelling on since the day I left. But I needed to hear you say, from your own mouth, your own words, that you would’ve came with me. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I forced you to come and you hated it. Please understand that.” You slowly relax at his words, in his touch, feeling slightly more confident that he truly meant well by his actions, though they still weren’t okay. “There’s nothing I love more in this world than you. There’s nothing I want more in this world than you by my side wherever I go. And if you still want that, so do I.”

He lets his jabs gently run up and down your arms, in a familiar way he used to years before, and God it felt so good. Your eyes flutter shut as you replay his words in your mind, your stomach turning in all which ways making you almost nauseous. You’re not ever sure how to feel at this point, you don’t even know what to say or how to respond.

Maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was just so natural, but you found yourself leaning into him and allowing him to hold you. He was careful not to overstep any boundaries you may have put up, only holding onto the sides of your arms and allowing you to rest into him as you pleased, your head lying against his chest. You felt his chin finally rest on the top of your head after some moments, like he wasn’t sure if you’d allow him to or not.

Here, like this, you guys stayed for some minutes in silent. You had no idea what to do, or what to feel. All you did know was in this moment, it was the most whole you have felt in three years, since before the day Rafael left you. It might seem silly, or cheesy or cliche, but you really would have given up your entire life for this man. He was your everything. He treated you with the utmost respect, kindness, love, he treasured you. You guys had a good thing going. And you had no one else. Sure, you had your squad and they were the closest to a “family” you were going to get, but Rafael was the one.

“I have to get going mi amor.” Rafael finally pulls himself away, your heart skipping a beat at his use of Spanish, something you haven’t heard in so long and god, something you have missed. He looks down at you, you quickly squeeze your eyes shut to hold back the tears that suddenly tried to push themselves out, then blink a few times before looking up and meeting his eyes. “There’s that case, with the veteran and his daughter, Nydia.” You nod, knowing which he’s talking about before realizing he must be going against Carisi. Rafael notices your realization and a small smirk grows on his lips. “Yeah” he confirms. You clear your throat and nod. “We can talk later, if that’s okay?”

You nod again as he back away towards the door, watching him carefully but staying where you are.

He stops before he leaves and looks back at you one last time, meeting your eyes, “just think about it, okay?”

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heavenly-reaper · 5 months ago

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PARTNERS // NICK AMARO X FEM!READER

warnings: swearing, mentions to sex/allusions to sex, allusions to violence, plot with little porn :c

authors note: this is going to be a 2 parter probs as this ended up being lengthy as fuck, got a bit carried away LOL. NICK MY BELOVED COME TO ME PLS GOD

You and Nick had been partners for going on almost two years now, having each others back no matter what. If someone were to happen to one of you, the other would be there to help regardless of the situation. He wasn't your first partner, but he certainly was your favourite.

That was until one particular case. It had been a shit one, no leads, no evidence, nothing. Nada. You were doing everything in your power to get the case moving, knocking on doors, canvassing, interviews, you name it. Amaro had seen that you were exhausted beyond comprehension, though, he knew you had a tendency to not sleep and focus solely on the case, ensuring the victims get justice and the person responsible gets convicted. That's why he double checked with Cragen and sent you home, offering to cover for you and inform you with any changes in the case.

Unfortunately, the perp you were hunting had turned the tables -- hunting you instead. You were in his crosshairs. The darkness of your apartment hid his form, enough for you to get into bed without a care in the world, sleep the only thing on your mind.

He waited, and he waited, making sure you were sound asleep before creating enough noise to stir you awake. He wanted you frightened. The sound woke you from your luscious slumber, the sight of the masked man looming of your bed with a gun pointed at you was the only thing you could see and focus on. The panic was real, the fight or flight instinct setting in. You tried to reach into your bedside table to grab your gun, causing the intruder to pistol whip you with his.

"Should've left it alone," he spat at you, laughing and no doubt grinning behind his mask. The throbbing on your face made you wince, blood coated the inside of your mouth. Before you could even ground yourself and figure out a way out the situation, he placed his finger over the trigger and pressed it, sending a bullet directly into your stomach.

You hadn't even realised what had happened, only aware of the sound of the gun reverberating throughout your bedroom, blood seeping in to your bedsheets.

Once you eventually came to, you were in a hospital bed, the beeping signifying you were very much alive -- in a shitload of pain -- but alive. Liv was at the side of your bed, smiling at you when you woke up which you were glad about, you will always be grateful for that.

After a few weeks of recovery, physical therapy and counselling, you had been cleared for desk duty (much to your dismay, you had always hated riding the desk). Upon your arrival, the squad clapped you into the bullpen, everyone glad to see you alive and well. You were glad to see them all, well, almost all of them.

The next few weeks of riding the desk went somewhat well, boring, but okay. Your body was healing, you had found the bastard who shot you, and you had been feeling better in and of yourself. Your partner, Nick, made himself rather scarce though -- which you were glad about. After what happened, you couldn't look at him the same way anymore.

Today, you were sat doing paperwork like any other day, the bullpen rather empty as it was late at night. The only other sign of life was your partner, Amaro. He, too, seemed like he was doing paperwork.

After a while, you hand at started to cramp from all the scrawling on endless amounts of paperwork and your stomach started to throb, still a little bit raw from the shooting. Groaning in pain, you threw the pen down and leaned back in your hair, stretching your muscles out.

Nick's eyes flicked up to your desk, scanning over you. Chewing the inside of his mouth, he said, "You okay?"

Not bothering to look up, you replied a simple "Fine.", bitterness coating the word. He furrowed his eyebrows at that, slightly hurt at your tone. He debated whether to respond or just go back to the sheets of paper in front of him that needed signing.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, "sure."

Narrowing your eyes at him, finally daring to look at his handsome annoying face, "What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, head cocking to the side in question.

Shrugging, he continued writing, "Nothin', just doesn't sound like it."

You scoffed at that, how did he have the nerve? "So you, what? Suddenly want to check if I'm alright?" You got up and moved to the break room, your mug firm in your grasp. You needed coffee if you were going to be dealing with this. "You kind of lost that privilege, Amaro."

The use of his last name stung. Since being partners, you very rarely, if ever, used his last name. It was always Nick or his particular favourite, Nicky. Deciding to follow you, the man put his pen down and kicked his chair back, walking towards where you were in the break room.

"I just think you should go home, Y/N," he sighed, "You've been here every night for almost two weeks. You're going to make yourself sick." He ran his fingers through his hair, watching you pour your coffee into your mug before slamming it down on the side. He was surprised it didn't break the damn thing with the amount of force you used.

You turned to face him, pain evident in your eyes, the look itself making Nick's heart clench slightly. "The last time you sent me home, Amaro, it got me shot." You spat at him, grabbing the mug back off the side and shoving yourself past him.

Not thinking clearly, Nick grabbed your wrist and turned you round to face him, so close your noses could almost touch. "You don't get to do that," he whispered at you, eyes flicking between yours, watching your every move like prey. "I was the one who found you. Just laying there. In a pool of your own blood. You looked d--" he took a deep breath before continuing, "--you looked dead. I thought you were dead."

Wrenching your wrist out of his grasp, you took a step back. You were about to speak, "I--"

"Shut up," he cut you off, making you flinch somewhat at his tone, "I took you to the hospital, I watched as they rushed you into the OR and I was there every. fucking. day. I cleaned your house, brought you new bedsheets, and I washed your own blood off the walls that that bastard used to write that shit with." His chest was heaving as he spoke.

You laughed menacingly at him, rolling your eyes. What he was saying should have made you feel bad for him, make you sad or make you feel better, but it only made you angry. "You want sympathy or something? I didn't ask you to do any of that!" You shouted at him, hands flailing about as you did. You were somewhat glad that no one else was in the building at this godforsaken hour.

"You didn't have to!" He was borderline yelling now walking towards you to the point your back hit the wall, "You're my partner," his eyes flickered down from your eyes to your lips and back up to your eyes again, "We have each others backs, no matter what it is. You know that!"

Swallowing the lump in your throat, your previous anger now diminishing into nervousness, extremely aware of the close proximity of each other. Yes, you had always found him incredibly attractive, but he was your partner. That's all it ever would be.

Nick watched as your breathing became deeper, your chest rising and falling -- bringing attention to your tits and how they were accentuated with every breath. You finally had the courage to look in his eyes, noting the lust-ridden look in his eyes and how it made a pool of heat gather in your lower abdomen. The Cuban man smirked at you, "So don't bullshit me, Y/N, you know I would do anything for you. I would kill for you."

Feeling a sense of empowerment, you grabbed the mans tie and pulled him towards you, your lips finally crashing into one another. His tongue worked his way into your mouth, exploring it and mapping it. Moaning into his mouth, the familiar feeling of wetness beginning to gather in your underwear.

Nick's hands gathered behind your head and gripped the roots of your hair, pulling hard enough to elicit a moan. "Oh," he grinned, "you like that?" He asked teasingly.

"Nick," you whined, "please." Your hands clumsily tried to find his belt buckle. You probably looked ridiculous and even down-right desperate, but you needed him. Bad.

Amaro pulled away at that, hands leaving your hair and putting space between the two of you, making you look at him with furrowed brows. Confusion etched onto your features. Did you do something wrong?

Sensing your panic (he always knew when something was wrong), "Baby girl, if I'm going to fuck the ever-living shit out of you," he spoke sensually, moving to push a piece of your hair behind your ears, hands ghosting over your face, "it's going to be in my bed, where only I can hear your pretty little sounds." His words made your core tighten, your mind racing with nothing but the thought of your partner fucking you.

Nick grabbed your hand and led you out the break room, "Where are we going?" You asked, somewhat dumbly, following behind him like a lost puppy.

"My house." He replied simply, grabbing his coat, his bag and your bag.

"But what about the paperwork?" You don't even know why you were still talking at this point, you should learn to shut the fuck up.

"Fuck the paperwork," he shrugged, his hand still in yours and practically dragging you towards the elevator "if I'm going to be doing anything on a desk right now, its going to be you."

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p3ndeja6 · 1 year ago

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₊ ⊹🪻 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🔮

n.amaro x reader

summary: you were younger then nick by a couple of years, and sometimes he’d come over to your apartment after late nights at the precinct, he’d come over to just enjoy peace and serenity

content: fluff, reader is in school (2nd or 3rd year of college) suggestive acts (nothing extreme), age gap!, mentions of sexual abuse due to svu cases, nothing too triggering, just a fluffy one shot overall

super short

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it was late at night, you were working on an essay that was due by the end of the week.. you were getting strained and decided to take a break and call it a day.

You made yourself a quick meal, spicy buldak noodles, a sandwich and your favorite drink that was saved in the fridge. You prepared your meal as you were watching your favorite show. you were almost done preparing your late-night snack when you heard the doorknob shake.

You lived a pretty safe vicinity so the chances of a burgler were slim, but you still were vigilant about your safety, you quickly grabbed your broom and held it tight.

Upon your discovery, the door opened and you saw your boyfriend… nick.

You sighed of relief, and he looked at you worried

“Jesus Nick, you scared me!” “geez sorry, i thought this neighbor was safe?”

you put the broom down, “I mean it is but you never know” “yeah.. tell me about it”

he walked to you as you went back in finishing preparing your ramen, he went behind you and grabbed you hips and nuzzled his head in between your neck, kissing you, making you giggle due to his stubble

he continued and you moved your head slightly to give him more access, he took this as a sign to continue. You tried not to get distracted but you let a soft moan escape.

he laughed,and started moving up your body; cupping your boobs. You laughed and finally pushed him away

“stop Nick” you laughed “I want to eat, I’ve been working on an assignment for the past 5 hours.” he let go and laughed “my hard working girl, okay okay I’ll let you eat but next time, you’re all mine!”

you shook your head in sarcasm, he took of his jacket and unbuttoned his white shirt a couple of buttons down, and took off his shoes. He adjusted himself on your couch, and laid there with his eyes closed taking in the aroma therapy essential oils diffuser thats going around your room.

you look at him, now realizing that he’s here strangely. Nick stops by late nights most weekends or if it’s a weekday he’ll let you know earlier in the day if he’s stopping by, but it’s currently a Tuesday at 12:36 am.

“hey Nick?”

he hummed in response, most likely getting sleepy

“not to sound rude or anything.. but why are you here? It’s late on a Tuesday night, shouldn’t you be at your place?”

He opened one eye and looked over at you

“do you not want me here?” He said a bit suspicious

“oh god, no like yeah I do, but I just realized what day it was and you know you usually let me know when you’re coming over and it’s usually weekends you spend the night with me, I just found it odd you came to visit me tonight” “I love it when you’re here really”

you finally finished your ramen and took it towards the couch where Nick was, and started eating as you waited for a response.

he was hesitant in his answer, he seemed stressed and frustrated.

“today we had a tough case.. a rape case..”

you look at him attentively, making sure you are hearing him and that he has your fullest attention.

you nod in continuous

“and well… it’s about a 8 year old girl who’s after school teacher has been acting inappropriately with her.. you know like touching her where she shouldn’t be touched”

“oh my god” was what you let out

“yeah, and her home life isn’t easy, this one was a bit tough to work on dude to how young and bright this little girl is. I hate to see anyone take it away from her”

you put your ramen down and get close to him, caressing his hand.

“and being here.. with you just brings me peace. All is perfect here, so sorry i came unexpected but i really needed to see you”

you smiled at him

“awe baby, you know you are always welcomed here, I love having you here, never goes a day where I don’t miss you”

you make him look at you and caress his cheek, looking so attentively at his eyes, leaning in and kissing him so gracefully.

he takes you in, and guides a hand on your neck. You move to his lap and continue to kiss him, sucking on each others lips, and you slightly grinding on him

he groans a bit and you continue to bit his lip. You pull away with his lip in between your teeth and stare at him and run a finger across his now plumped lips

“thank you for coming over”

“thank you for having me”

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fatecantstopme · 1 year ago

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I Can't Walk Away

Pairing: Nick Amaro x plus size!reader

Summary: When you and your boyfriend break up, you're faced with the seemingly impossible task of putting yourself back together. Luckily for you, your very handsome coworker is more than happy to help along the way.

Warnings: Body image issues, low self-esteem, mentions of toxic/abusive relationships, cursing, use of pet names. SMUT, light dom/sub vibes, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V).

A/N: This was entirely self-indulgent and I have no regrets.

Spanish Translations:

Querida: sweetheart/darling

Hermosa: beautiful

Mierda: shit

Por favor: please

Si: yes

All other translations will be after the sentence in brackets/italics.

You dropped onto Olivia's couch with a huff, tears still threatening to break through your stubborn facade.

"Are we gonna talk about it or do I need to have someone beat him up?" Liv asked you, a small smirk gracing her face.

"As much as I'd love to see his ass get handed to him, I think we should avoid committing any crimes," you said lightly.

Olivia sighed softly and reached over to put her arm around you. You leaned into her shoulder and began to let your guard drop. Olivia had been your best friend for over a decade now, your time working together in SVU having brought you closer than you could have imagined.

"He was an asshole, (Y/N/N)," she said softly. "You deserve better."

"You say that, but I guess I just don't believe it," you muttered.

It nearly broke her heart to hear you speak so negatively of yourself, but she knew no matter how many uplifting words she spoke, you would still refuse to believe her.

"Maybe there's something wrong with me," you whispered, tears finally beginning to fall. "Maybe I'm broken--unloveable."

"Hey," she chided. "You are so many things, (Y/N), but broken and unloveable are not among them."

She tightened her grip on you, pulling you into a proper side hug. She let you cry into her shoulder, her own heart breaking along with yours.

You knew, objectively, she was right--your now-ex was indeed an asshole. He'd never treated you well and had often put you down and made you feel terrible about yourself. Your self-esteem had been lower than usual when you met him and in the 6 months you'd been together, he'd managed to destroy whatever vestige of self-love you had left.

There wasn't a single thing about you he didn't belittle. Whether it was your physical appearance, your career, your hobbies, your dreams...he made you feel like everything you ever did was a mistake. In his estimation, you were too fat, unintelligent, boring...and your choice in career was just about the worst thing you could do.

You'd made it your mission in life to help the victims of particularly heinous crimes, which is why you'd been working at SVU for almost 12 years. You were the squad's forensic psychologist, and you loved your work. In many respects, it was the one thing that really brought joy to your life. It was your greatest passion--and the amount of time you spent at work certainly showed it.

Yet during those 6 months with him...your love for the job had begun to wane. Every time you'd stay late or have to cancel a date, he'd berate you for it--mocking your job and your inability to 'be a real person'. Now that you'd finally taken the leap and broken up with him, you were hopeful you could fall back in love with your work.

In this moment, however, all you could think about were the horrible things he'd said to you when you told him you wanted to break up. He'd been especially cruel, calling out every physical insecurity you had and making you feel like an absolute pile of human garbage. He'd called you fat, ugly, unloveable, gross...and a million other things you couldn't bear to repeat.

You weren't thin--you knew that, but you weren't gross. That was just offensive. Unfortunately, he wasn't the first ex to make comments about your weight--something you'd been struggling with for most of your adult life. The words had hit you harder than you'd expected, making you actually think he might be right...maybe you were the problem.

Olivia's voice broke you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to stay here tonight?"

You just nodded, not trusting your voice to answer her properly.

She squeezed you a little tighter, her reassuring presence grounding you in ways you desperately needed. You were always thankful for her friendship, but it was moments like this where you were reminded how much she really meant to you.

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You'd spent most of the weekend at Olivia's and by the time Monday rolled around, you were feeling a little bit better. She always knew what to do and say to make everything okay. It was a gift you'd always envied and appreciated.

It was very typical of you to be the first person in the office, having been an early riser most of your life. So you were more than a little surprised when you walked into the precinct Monday morning and spotted Nick Amaro sitting at his desk.

"You're in early," you commented lightly in lieu of greeting.

He turned his gaze to look over at you and shot you a disarming smile. "I couldn't sleep, so I figured I might as well get a head start on some paperwork I've been putting off."

"Wise man. Wouldn't want to upset the boss."

He grinned. "She's strict." His voice was teasing and warm and it made you feel something in your gut you always tried to ignore.

In truth, you were extremely attracted to Nick--it was undeniable. You had not, nor would you ever, tell him or act on it. Nick was so far out of your league it wasn't even funny. Besides, he was newly single, still fresh from his divorce.

"She can be calmed with good coffee and blueberry muffins," you said conspiratorially.

Nick chuckled. "I'm gonna have to write that down."

You offered him a smile before continuing past him to your office. You were surprised when his voice stopped you after a few steps.

"How was your weekend?"

You turned back to face him. "Friday was absolute shit," you said honestly. "But I spent Saturday and part of yesterday with Liv, so it's better now."

A look of concern crossed his face. "Everything okay?"

You feigned a smile. "Everything's fine. Thanks for asking."

His eyes narrowed as he gazed at you skeptically. "Is it that guy again?"

Your cheeks darkened, embarrassed Nick even knew about your ex. "We broke up."

Nick almost looked relieved. "I would say sorry, but it wouldn't be honest. I never liked the guy--he didn't treat you right."

You were surprised he paid enough attention to the things you said to know just how badly your ex had treated you. "Oh?"

Nick stood up and took a couple steps closer to you. He was still a professional distance away, but he could speak quieter so only you could hear him.

"You deserve to be treated with respect and dignity. You're an amazing woman, (Y/N), and a good man would never treat you the way he did. He clearly didn't recognize your worth."

His words slammed into you with surprising force. "I-um-thank you," you muttered softly.

"You can thank me by dating a man who will love you the way you deserve," he said lowly. "Como una reina." [Like a queen.]

His last three words were so quiet you weren't even sure you'd heard him properly--or if you were supposed to hear them at all. You weren't fluent in Spanish by any means, but you understood the basics...enough to know he'd said something about a queen. That is, if you heard him correctly.

You were about to ask him to elaborate when Olivia came into the squad room. She sent a warm smile your way and issued greetings to both you and Nick. Her arrival broke whatever spell Nick had been under, and he went back to his desk quietly.

You went into your office, leaving the door open behind you so you could hear the goings on and the arrival of the rest of the squad. There were plenty of things for you to do, but you couldn't get Nick's words out of your head.

**********

Olivia looked up from her computer when Nick knocked on the doorframe entering her office.

"Mind if I come in?" he asked.

"Sure," she said with a smile.

He came in and quietly shut the door behind him.

"Uh-oh...closed door conversation? Everything okay?"

"With me, yes," he answered. "But I wanted to ask you something and I don't want anyone overhearing."

"Okay..."

"It's about (Y/N)."

Olivia raised her eyebrows. "What about her?"

"She mentioned she'd spent the weekend with you and she and that asshole broke up."

Olivia chuckled softly, glad to hear she wasn't the only one who hated your ex.

"I know it's not really my business, but I can tell something is really upsetting her. Hell, I've noticed a change in her since the moment they started dating--and not in a good way."

"He isn't a good person," Olivia conceded.

"Tell me about it," Nick muttered. "Anyway, I just--well, I just want to know if she's okay? I mean, really okay."

"Why don't you ask her?"

"I did, but I know she wasn't being honest with me."

Olivia sighed. She had a feeling he was asking about you for a reason, but she wasn't sure it was her place to tell him the truth. She was torn between being honest with her partner and keeping her best friend's pain to herself.

"I don't know if it's my place to tell you, but he did say some particularly cruel things about her when she broke up with him."

Nick's eyes narrowed and Olivia could see the anger flare in them. "What did he say to her?" Even his voice was laced with fury--the mere idea someone would hurt you sent him off the edge.

"I can't tell you," Olivia answered. "But if you really want to know, then I think you should talk to her. She trusts you, so she may open up to you."

Nick nodded, anger still boiling beneath the surface. "You're right--I didn't mean to intrude or anything."

Olivia shook her head. "It's alright. I know you care about her...I guess I'm just a little surprised by your anger."

He winced slightly, feeling embarrassed for his display of emotion. "I don't like the idea of some guy making her feel like shit."

"Neither do I," she said honestly. "I am curious though...what made you ask about her?"

"Wha-what do you mean?"

Olivia smiled slowly. "I mean, why do you want to know badly enough to ask me?"

Nick had a feeling Olivia could see right through him--they'd been partners for a few years after all. He wasn't sure how to answer--or if he wanted to be entirely truthful. In the end, he opted for vague honesty. "I care about her."

Olivia watched his expression in silence for a long moment before responding. "So do I."

Nick could see the meaning behind her words as clearly as if she'd spoken them aloud--don't hurt my friend. He didn't say it, but he hoped Olivia knew he would never hurt you...it would break his heart.

**********

"Hey (Y/N/N). You busy?"

You looked up to see Nick standing in your office doorway, leaning against the frame. You swallowed thickly as you pushed down the improper thoughts blazing through your mind at the sight.

"Uh--no. What's up?"

He stepped into the room, edging closer to your desk. "I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight. My treat."

You raised your eyebrows at him, unsure of the cause of his request. "Is there some sort of celebration I'm unaware of?"

He chuckled lightly. "Other than your new-found freedom, no. I just...well, I wanted to spend a little time with you. Ya know, if you want."

You bit your bottom lip as you contemplated his offer. "Well, I don't have any other plans, so why not?"

He grinned. "Excellent. Do you want time to go home first or just leave from here?"

You looked down at your outfit, suddenly feeling very frumpy and unattractive. You knew he wasn't asking you out on a date--just a friend inviting you to dinner to cheer you up. Even still, you really didn't want to go out looking like this. "Do you mind if I go home and change first?"

"Not at all. I can pick you up from your place, if you'd like?"

"Oh, uh-yeah. Sure."

He smiled again. "Perfect. 6:30?"

You nodded. "Sounds good."

You watched him walk out of your office, mind racing as you tried to figure out his motivations and what the hell you were gonna wear.

**********

By the time 6pm rolled around, you'd managed to change your clothes somewhere in the realm of 50 times, and you still weren't entirely satisfied. Even your favorite outfit didn't feel right--you could hear your ex's voice in the back of your mind telling you everything you tried on looked bad.

You dug further into your closet, looking for something simple--cover the things you wanna hide and accentuate the things you wanna show off. Your eyes fell on a beautiful black dress you'd actually never worn. You'd purchased it on a whim because you'd loved it in the store and Olivia had insisted it was too perfect to pass up on.

You pulled the dress off the hanger and put it on, pleased it still fit properly. When you turned to look in the mirror, you almost didn't recognize yourself--you actually felt pretty. The bodice of the dress was tight, but the lower half was flowy. The material was a soft, stretch satin, with a low neckline and flutter sleeves. The dress hit right above your knees and it practically screamed for a pair of heels.

You found your favorite black pumps, slipping them on and smiling at your reflection. You put on some jewelry to spice up the look, sprayed your favorite perfume, and double checked your hair and makeup one last time. You didn't wear much makeup on the daily, so you didn't go too wild with your makeup for the evening. You'd added some eyeliner and lipstick, but otherwise you looked natural. You'd actually been having a good hair day already, so you were pleased to see it was still behaving properly.

You'd just put the last finishing touches on the outfit when you heard the buzzer ring. You quickly went to answer it, and upon hearing Nick's voice, told him you'd be right down.

You took one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs feeling both excited and trepidatious. You reminded yourself once again this was just two friends having dinner--purely platonic...but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't want it to be an actual date.

Nick was waiting just outside the front entrance to your apartment building, and he turned around when he heard the door open. Nothing could have prepared you for the look on his face when he saw you.

"Santa mierda," he breathed. "You look incredible." [Holy shit.]

You blushed and looked away. "Thank you," you mumbled softly.

He stepped towards you and gently touched your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze. "You're very welcome."

He dropped his hand, but his eyes stayed fixed on your face for a long moment. "Do you like Italian?" he asked.

"Of course," you answered, silently pleased your voice sounded normal.

"Excellent." He gestured towards his car and you followed behind him. He opened the passenger door and helped you in before getting in the driver's seat.

The drive wasn't very long, and your nerves kept you quiet for most of the ride. You listened to him chatter on about nothing, simply enjoying the sound of his voice.

When you arrived at the restaurant, he once again opened your door and helped you out, but this time his hand didn't leave yours. He placed your hand through the loop he'd made with his arm and guided you to the entrance.

Once you were seated, your nerves began to ratchet up even higher. Unfortunately for you, Nick was both an extremely good detective and an annoyingly perceptive person. As such, he noticed your discomfort immediately.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you lied.

"It's just me, (Y/N/N)," he said quietly.

You exhaled slowly--realizing he was right. It was Nick for God's sake. He was your colleague, your friend. There was no reason to be nervous. "You're right."

He smiled, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. He pulled it back to his side of the table as the server arrived for your drink order.

You were grateful for the glass of wine he delivered moments later, lifting it to your lips almost immediately. You knew the liquid would calm your nerves--maybe then you wouldn't embarrass yourself.

"I'm glad you agreed to have dinner with me," Nick said softly as he sipped his own glass of wine.

"I was a little surprised, in all honesty."

"That I asked or that you agreed?" he teased lightly.

You smiled. "Definitely the former."

"I hate seeing you upset," he admitted. "I thought I might be able to cheer you up a little."

"Thanks, Nick. You're a good friend."

His face fell slightly, but he quickly hid it behind a soft smile. "May I ask you something?"

"Sure."

Whatever he was going to ask was cut off by the arrival of the server to take your food order.

As soon as the server left the table, Nick leaned forward and lowered his voice. "What did he say to you that hurt you so much?"

"What?"

"Your ex."

Your expression shifted and you looked down at the table. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me."

"Why?"

"Because whatever he said hurt you--and I'm willing to bet my career that he was wrong."

Your eyes snapped back up to meet his. His expression was deadly serious, yet it somehow put you at ease in a way only Nick could. "He said some unpleasant things about my physical appearance that I could have lived without hearing."

Surprise lit up his handsome face. "Unpleasant things about your appearance? I'll bet my life he was wrong."

Now it was your turn to be surprised. "I wouldn't make that bet, Nick."

"I'm confident. Tell me what he said and I'll judge for myself."

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before giving him a quick overview. "Essentially he said I'm unattractive and fat--I recall the word 'gross' being used as well."

Nick's temper flared instantly, the urge to punch that son of a bitch in the face nearly overwhelming. "He said what?"

Even if you didn't know Nick, you would have been able to see the rage simmering in his eyes, hear it in his tone. "It's not a big deal."

"If he was here, I'd launch him through a window. Bastard."

"I'm okay," you reassured him quietly.

Your soft voice grounded him, as it so often did, and he felt his anger dissipating. He was still angry, but the urge to hunt that asshole down had begun to fade.

"He was wrong, you know."

"Huh?"

"He was wrong. Not only are you one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on, but your body is perfectly proportioned--deliciously soft and curvy. You're about as far from gross as a human being can be."

He spoke with such conviction, such assuredness, that you almost believed him--almost.

"While I appreciate the compliment, Nick, you've never seen me naked...your opinion would change, trust me."

Nick's eyes flared with a new kind of intensity. "I highly doubt that."

"His did," you said quietly.

"He clearly didn't know what he had."

Your eyes met his, shoulders tense, discomfort obvious in every movement you made.

"Listen to me, (Y/N). I'll say it as many times as it takes for you to believe me--I think you're gorgeous. Stunning. Elegante. Sin fin perfecta." [Elegant. Endlessly perfect.] He reached for your hand and you let him take it in his. "You are a prize, (Y/N). Any man worth a damn would be honored to call you his."

You didn't know what to say. His words surprised you and warmed your soul at the same time. You could also feel the familiar tightening in your gut, accompanied by an entire swarm of butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"Forget every terrible thing he ever said to you, hermosa. Let me fill your mind with praise. Let me remind you of your beauty, inside and out, of your brilliance, of your kindness, your empathy...of all the little things that make you the incredible woman you are."

"Nick..." you whispered, his name the only coherent thing you were able to utter.

The moment was shattered by the arrival of your food. You'd been hungry when you sat down at the table, but your body was now flooded with a very different kind of hunger--a hunger you now believed Nick shared.

"Thank you, Nick," you said softly. "I know it's not nearly enough, but thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I meant every word."

You gave him a small smile. "Still..."

He returned the expression.

The two of you ate in silence for several minutes, minds clearly elsewhere. After a while, Nick noticed you'd done more moving the food around the plate than actually eating and he called you out on it.

"Eat your food, querida. You'll need your strength."

Your head snapped up, eyes meeting his gaze. "For what?"

He leaned forward. "If you'll let me, I'm going to spend several hours showing you exactly how sexy I think you are."

You gulped. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

He grinned wolfishly. "By worshipping that amazing body of yours...over and over again, until you're screaming my name."

You suddenly found it very difficult to breathe, let alone eat. Nick, on the other hand, went right back to eating his food as if he hadn't just threatened you with an incredibly good time.

You had to force yourself to focus on your food, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs.

As soon as the meal was over, Nick asked for the check and paid, revealing just how desperate he was to get back to your place.

Once again, he helped you into the car, only this time his hand lingered on the small of your back.

Anticipation flooded through you as Nick drove through the streets of the city. You'd wanted him for so long--never once thinking he'd reciprocate the desire. Despite his words earlier in the evening, you still felt a shred of self-doubt...worrying he might not find you as attractive once you were naked.

"Where's that pretty head at, querida?" he asked softly, noticing your anxiety.

"Can you promise me something?"

"Of course."

"If you don't want to go through with this...you know, when you see me without my clothes on...please just tell me. I don't want you to feel like you have to do something you don't wanna do."

He reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly. "I don't have to promise that because I know what I want, (Y/N)...and that's you. You could be a alien underneath those clothes and I'd still want you."

You laughed lightly. "I promise I'm not an alien."

He grinned. "Then we're gonna be just fine, baby."

You closed your eyes, silently willing yourself to believe him. You trusted him with your life--something you'd never experienced with any of your past relationships. Every fiber of your being told you Nick would never hurt you on purpose--never. You just needed to trust him--let go of your pain and give in to your desires.

When you finally made it back to your apartment, Nick gave you a gentle reminder. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, (Y/N)."

"I want to," you whispered.

He inhaled slowly and took a step towards you. "Say 'no' or 'stop' and I'll stop immediately, okay? No hard feelings--I won't push you."

"I don't want to say no, Nick."

He took another step towards you, effectively backing you against the wall. "If you wanna stop--"

"Nick, please just kiss me," you begged softly.

He groaned softly before leaning in to press his lips to yours. His kiss was like fire and ice--more addictive than any drug known to man. He kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe--like he would rather suffocate to death than stop.

He pressed his warm body against yours, wedging his knee between your thighs to keep you from squeezing them together. His tongue tangled with yours, quickly asserting dominance as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands went to the buttons on his white button down, quickly undoing them in a desperate need to feel his skin. He helped you remove the shirt, followed by his undershirt, leaving his toned chest bare for you to see.

You bit your lip and stifled a soft groan as you appreciated his form.

"You can touch me, querida," he said softly. "I wanna feel your soft hands on my skin."

You did as he asked, hands gliding over his smooth, tan skin. He sighed softly and leaned into your touch, lips grazing your jaw affectionately.

Your hands traveled to his hips and you began to loosen his belt. He allowed you to unbutton his pants and he helped you remove them.

"I think you're a bit overdressed for the occasion, hermosa," he teased huskily.

You tensed slightly, a feeling of dread washing over you.

Of course, Nick felt it and instantly began to sooth your worries. "You can keep on as much as you want, querida, but I want to see you. I've wanted to touch you like this since the day I met you. But if you're more comfortable keeping your clothes on, that's alright."

You looked up at him, his dark eyes warm and honest. You took a deep breath and pushed him back slightly, giving yourself the room to pull your dress off over your head.

You dropped your dress to the ground, but your eyes didn't meet his gaze--you couldn't even bring yourself to look at his face, too afraid of what you might see there.

"Querida, por favor," Nick whispered. "Look at me."

You looked up at him slowly, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you took in his hungry expression.

"I wanna kiss every square inch of your beautiful body, hermosa. Will you let me?"

You nodded tentatively.

"I need to hear you say it, baby," he pleaded.

"I want you Nick, please."

He groaned and pressed his body against yours again. "Say that again, querida."

"I want you," you whispered.

"Fuck--" He slammed his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth almost immediately. You melted in his arms, reveling in the feeling of his body against yours.

He finally pulled away to catch his breath, but his hands didn't leave your body. Now that he'd touched you so intimately, he never wanted to stop.

"Come with me," he whispered, before guiding you to your bedroom. "Lay down on the bed for me, querida."

You did as he asked, noticing how his eyes never left your body.

He made sure you were looking at him before he began to lower his boxer briefs, slowly revealing his large cock. He was already painfully hard, a bead of precum lingering at the tip.

You licked your lips in anticipation, an action he noticed with pride.

"Like what you see, hermosa?"

"Very much so."

He smiled and climbed onto the bed, covering your soft body with his hard one. "May I take off your bra?"

You nodded.

"Baby..." he said in a clear warning tone.

You understood his meaning instantly, a flood of arousal going straight to your core at the order. "Yes, papi."

His eyes widened for a moment, surprised and pleased at your use of the title. "Such a good girl, aren't you?"

A soft moan left your lips at the praise and he smiled to himself, pleased he was able to suss out what you liked.

His hand snaked around your back, deftly unclasping your bra with surprising ease. The moment your breasts were bared to his gaze, his mouth descended on you, taking a pert nipple into his mouth.

You moaned softly, fingers intertwining into his dark locks. His lips and hands massaged your breasts, giving them equal attention. True to his word, he moved tantalizingly slowly down your body, kissing every inch of skin he could, while avoiding where you needed him most.

By the time he made his way back up to your face, you were begging him to touch your pussy--pleading for some relief.

"Nick, please--I need you."

"What did you call me?" he asked harshly.

Your eyes widened lustfully. "I'm sorry, papi!"

He smiled, ghosting his fingers across your still-clothed pussy. "That's my good girl."

You whimpered at the feather-light touches he placed to your mound, desperate for more. "Please, papi."

"Hmm? Qué deseas?" [What do you want?]

"Please touch me," you begged.

"I am touching you, querida."

"More, papi. Please!"

He smiled. "Normally I'd take my time teasing you--making you beg for what you want...but if I'm being honest, I'm as desperate to touch you as you are to feel it, so I'll be nice to you this time."

He tugged your panties off quickly before spreading your thighs as wide as he could, revealing your dripping wet folds.

"All this for me, baby?" he growled.

"Only you, papi," you responded.

"Yeah? No one else makes you this wet?"

You shook your head vehemently. "No one else."

"Now I have one rule, hermosa. I wanna hear you--every little sound coming out of that pretty mouth. Be as loud as you want. Entiendes?" [Understand?]

"Si, papi," you whimpered.

He smirked as he lowered himself down onto the bed between your legs. His strong hands gripped your hips and he tugged you as close to his face as he could before diving into your pussy with a deep groan of pleasure.

You gasped at the sensation, the sound quickly becoming moans of enjoyment. Nick was quite skilled with his mouth--his tongue alone made you feel things you'd never before experienced.

Your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at the roots as you desperately sought your release.

Nick held you in place as he continued his assault on your pussy, ensuring he had complete control over your pleasure.

"Feels so good," you gasped. "Gonna cum, papi."

He groaned against your clit, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. He could feel how close you were by the way your thighs tried to close and your grip on his hair tightened.

Your moans became more desperate--needy, and he slid two fingers into your pussy, gently pressing into your g-spot rapidly.

You cried out, legs shaking slightly, seconds before your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave. His name left your lips in a gasped scream as he worked you through your high, only stopping when you began to squirm away.

You were completely breathless when he lifted his head, mouth and chin soaked in your juices. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth on his hand, licking it clean as he maintained eye contact with you. "You taste so good baby...I can't get enough."

You reached for him and he obliged, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You tasted yourself on his lips and tongue, a soft sound of pleasure escaping into his mouth.

"Querida," he whispered against your lips. "I need to be inside you."

"Please," you whimpered.

"Do you have protection?"

"I'm on the pill..."

"I'm clean," he assured you.

"Me too."

He lined his cock up with your entrance and looked back up at your face. "Are you sure, hermosa?"

"Si papi. I want you to fuck me."

He groaned softly before thrusting into you, sheathing himself fully inside of you in one swift movement.

You cried out, the stretch both overwhelming and extremely pleasurable all at once. You clutched his neck and he breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart.

"You can move," you whispered.

"Not yet, querida. I need a moment."

"Are you okay?" you asked in concern.

"Your pussy feels so damn incredible, baby...I'm just trying to control myself so I don't hurt you."

You bit your lip and lifted his face up to look at you. "I like a little bit of pain, papi." You clenched your pussy tightly for emphasis.

"Mierda," he ground out. "You sure?"

"Fuck me senseless, Nick. Por favor."

As much as he loved you calling him 'papi', hearing you say his name like that made him feral. He pulled out and thrust back in harshly, starting a fast, hard pace.

"Baby, say my name again," he begged.

"Nick," you moaned lowly.

"Fuck." He was fucking you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do and you'd never experienced anything like it.

You felt the coil tightening in your abdomen, and for the first time in your life, you knew you were going to cum during penetration. Your moans were loud enough to wake the neighbors, your nails dug into his muscular back, and your pussy had his cock in a vice grip.

"You gonna cum for me, (Y/N)?"

You nodded rapidly, unable to voice a response. The only thing coming out of your mouth was a string of incoherent moans and pleas.

"I wanna feel you cum, baby. Cubre mi polla." [Coat my cock.]

"Nick!" you whined.

"What do you need, querida? Tell me."

"More," you whimpered.

He slipped his hand between your bodies and began to gently massage your clit. "This what you need, baby?"

"Nick!" you screamed. "Don't stop!"

"That's it, baby. That's it. I've got you. Cum for me, querida. Ven por mí." [Come for me.]

You cried out in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed your senses. You clung to him desperately, as if he was a life raft while you were adrift in the ocean.

He began to chase his own high as you came down, your awareness coming back to you. His thrusts were fast and rough, his breathing ragged.

"I want you to cum for me, papi. Fill me up," you begged.

"Dios mio! You feel so good, baby. Wanna cum for you."

You clenched your pussy as tightly as you could, desperate for him to enjoy this as much as you did.

"(Y/N)!" he cried out as he came, his hot seed filling you up.

His thrusts slowed and faltered before he finally collapsed on top of you, breathless and satiated.

You held him close, running your fingers through his hair as he caught his breath. You were a little worried he would regret this now that it was over, but your fears were assuaged the moment he lifted his head to look at you.

His beautiful brown eyes were warm and loving as he gazed at you, happiness and contentment clear in his expression. "That was incredible," he murmured softly.

You blushed slightly. "You were incredible."

"As were you, querida."

He pressed his lips to yours as he pulled himself up. He rolled onto his side and pulled you with him, so your head rested against his chest.

"I'm thinking we take a power nap, then we go for round two," Nick said softly.

"Round two?!"

He grinned. "I did promise you I was gonna worship this sexy body of yours for hours."

"I didn't think you were serious, Nick," you said with a chuckle.

"Oh, baby, I'm always serious about worshipping you. I think you'll learn that very quickly."

You smiled and kissed his chest softly. You debated whether you wanted to voice the question that popped into your head, but once again, Nick beat you to it.

"You know this isn't a one time thing, right?" Nick asked gently. "I mean, unless you want it to be."

You looked up at him, expression soft and affectionate. "I was actually just going to ask you that."

He grinned. "So...you saying you might wanna see me again?"

"I see you every day, Nick," you teased.

"I mean like this, hermosa. Naked in your bed, making you scream my name, giving you as much pleasure as your pretty little body will take."

Your breath hitched in your chest, giving away just how badly you wanted that. "That too."

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. "If I'm lucky, you'll let me take you out more too. Dinner, dancing, walks in the park, musicals...whatever you want. Wherever you go, I want to be there too."

Your eyes widened in surprise and tears filled them. You'd never had someone speak to you the way Nick did, let alone want to be with you in the way he just described.

"Querida," he whispered as he wiped your eyes. "Don't cry."

"Tears of joy," you assured him. "I promise."

His expression warmed, filling with the love and admiration he clearly felt for you. "So you'll be mine then? Exclusively?"

Your lips parted and you smiled. "I would love that."

He smiled back. "Thank god...because whether you knew it or not, I've been yours exclusively for the past year."

"What?"

He blushed slightly. "I...well I've wanted to be with you since my marriage fell apart, but I didn't want you to think you were some kind of rebound, so I kept myself professional. It's gotten harder and harder to do and then seeing you dating someone who treated you so terribly knowing full-well I would die for you made it nearly impossible."

"I didn't know," you whispered.

"I went to great lengths to make sure of that," Nick said softly. "But now that I have you? Now that I know what it's like to touch you, hold you, kiss you, make love to you? Baby, I can't walk away. You're stuck with me."

You pulled yourself up into a sitting position, straddling his strong body. You leaned down to kiss him softly, pouring all of your emotion into the kiss. "There's no one I'd rather be stuck with, Nick Amaro," you whispered against his lips.

He grinned and wrapped his arms around you, kissing you with as much passion as he could muster. He was determined to spend every minute of the rest of his life making sure you knew how incredible you were, how much he appreciated you, and how madly in love with you he would always be.

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noellawrites · 7 months ago

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How would the SVU guys react to having a baby daughter with a former one night stand? Like in this scenario, they meet their former lover and a baby girl that resembles them during a rape case? Plus, their former lover refuses to a paternity test.

ohh this is super interesting!

I think Barba and Carisi would use their head, mentally going back and figuring out the timeline. The baby looks just like him and you hadn't been seeing anyone else, so it must be his. You're refusing a paternity test? Saying you don't want them in your life? They're taking you to court.

Amaro and Dodds aren't stupid either, but they'll try to win you over. Get you to admit they're the father, let them help and get involved. All the SVU men are honest and would want to be present fathers.

#law and order svu #law and order svu x reader #law and order svu imagine #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #nick amaro x reader #mike dodds x reader

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art-by-jas · 9 months ago

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𝑀𝑖 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛 AO3

Summary: Returning to New York, Nick Amaro wants to reopen an old SVU cold case, examining it with the help of his new job at FORYM. But first, he stops by your place for a nightcap, reminiscing his time with you before surprising the Captain and the squad the next morning at the precinct.

Rating: E

Relationship: Nick Amaro x F!Reader

WC: 2,526

You moan, arching your back as your grip tightens in his hair. Nick groans, pulling away briefly to catch his breath. You whine in disappointment as he moves away, but he grins smugly, his beard glistening with your arousal. The sight makes you bite your lip, your eyebrows scrunching together.

"You like that, Hermosa?" he asks, pressing a sloppy kiss to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The slight burn of his beard against your tender flesh makes you shudder.

You breathe out the words "I hate you" as his lips glide across your sensitive skin.

He answers with a sarcastic "Uh-huh, sure you do," before biting down on your inner thigh and then soothing the area with his tongue.

You confess, "God, I've missed you."

Nick's lips brush against your lower abdomen. "How much?" he murmurs. A shiver ran through you at his touch, the heat of his mouth igniting a fire within. Gripping the headboard, you gaze down at him, letting out a needy whimper.

You let out a sharp gasp. "Nick, if you don't stop teasing, I'm going to-"

He interrupts, glancing up at you with darkened, intense eyes. "You’re going to what, mi corazón?" Nick grins smugly as he gazes up at you. Without warning, he slowly licks a thick, sensual stripe up your heat, causing you to shudder.

You gasp, "Oh, God..."

Nick moans against you, he tightens his grip on your thighs, guiding your movements and helping you grind down on his face. Slowly, he moves his tongue, running it along your dripping pussy. The action makes your breath stutter and your legs shake.

Nick whispers words against your skin sending a shiver through you. "Mmm, you're so wet for me already." A blush spreads across your body, and you can only manage a needy whine in response.

You grind your hips down harder, pleading, "Please, Nick..."

Nick flips you, positioning himself between your legs with your back now on the bed. Nick looks down at you with a smirk, "You're so pretty. So responsive for me," he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against your neck. You whimper at his praise and arch your back, relishing the feel of his lips on your skin. Grasping at his back, your nails dig into his flesh, and Nick hisses against your skin before biting down, leaving marks around your neck. His hands wander down to grip your hips, almost tight enough to bruise. Trailing his tongue across the marked spots, he warms your body as the bruises begin to form. Pulling away, Nick surveys his work, a satisfied expression on his face.

He murmurs, eyes locked with yours, his words make your head spin. "Mmm, those marks look so good on you, baby." His voice is rough with desire as he admires the bruises on your neck. "Everyone's gonna know you're mine."

Nick's hand slides into your hair, cupping the back of your head and pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue intertwines with yours as a low rumble vibrates through his chest, and he presses your bodies closer together. Nick takes charge, devouring your mouth with a hungry intensity, as if he craves more of you. He rolls his hips against you, the feel of his firm physique sending shivers of desire through you.

His words send a shiver through you, and he grins triumphantly. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Letting everyone see that you belong to me," he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin. He then begins to kiss and nip at your tender flesh, leaving a trail of possessive marks. You arch into him, your nails grazing his back in response.

"I've missed you," Nick murmurs against your lips. "Missed you so much, baby." His fingers grip your hair tighter, and he pulls your head back slightly, opening up your neck for more of his markings.

Gasping, you grasp Nick's shoulders and plead, "Please, I need you." Desperation tinges in your voice, but you're past caring. His proximity overwhelms you, driving you to the edge of control.

Nick smirks as he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His hand tugs at your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. "You want me to give it to you hard and good?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly. He punctuates the question with a grind of his hips against yours. "You want me inside you, baby?" Maintaining eye contact, he demands, "You're gonna have to ask for it and tell me exactly what you want, princesa."

Desire overwhelms you as you shiver at his words. Your hoarse voice pleads, "Please, Nick. I need you. I need your cock inside me."

Nick grins wickedly, reveling in how his touch reduces you to a needy mess. He swiftly pushes your legs apart, settling between them.

He leans down his face level with yours. His eyes are dark, almost black with hunger. "And how do you want it, princess?"

You practically moan out. "I want it hard, Nick. Make me feel you for days. Please, god, just give it to me. I need you."

Nick's low growl rumbles through his chest. "That's my girl," he whispers against your skin, then kisses and bites down on your neck, sucking another mark into your flesh. He takes the tip of his cock and taps it against your mound, relishing the whines it elicited from you. Sliding his length up and down your slick slit, he watches you squirm beneath him, a smirk playing on his lips as he teases you. Finally, he locks eyes with you before spitting onto the place where you are touching, making the contact even more sloppy and intense.

He lets out a guttural groan as you shudder and moan. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he asks, eyes fixed intently on you. His hands firmly grip your hips, pinning you in place. He hovers just above you, the barest of contact between your bodies. "Are you ready?" he murmurs.

You whimper with eagerness, your body trembling in anticipation. "I'm ready, Nick. Please, god, please..." you plead breathlessly.

You both moan as he enters you, savoring the sensation. He pauses, allowing you time to adjust to his size. You groan, feeling the delicious stretch as he fills you. The slight burn mingles with the intense pleasure, creating a heady, intoxicating mix.

Nick groans, his hands gripping your hips. "God, you're so tight, so perfect." After a moment, you nod and bite your lip, signaling him to begin moving. He pulls back slowly before pushing back in, watching your expression intently. Starting at a leisurely pace, he rolls his hips.

“Oh, fuck, Nick, so good.” You bable.

His movements quicken the pace building. "You're taking me so well," he murmurs, releasing your hip to trail his hand up your stomach, across your chest, and back down. One light, a fleeting brush of his thumb against your clit makes your back arch, and a needy whine escapes your lips. "God, Nick. Please, more. I need more of that," you gasp, and he grins wolfishly. Hips snapping, he picks up speed, watching you intently.

With a hand on your flushed cheek, he says, "You're beautiful like this, princesa." Brushing back the stray hair from your face, his lips then crash against yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. The hunger in his embrace is palpable as he claims you, leaving you breathless.

Nick pulls you closer, his mouth against your ear, "I've been gone for too long, god..." he sighs. He nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing a kiss there as he speaks.

"Thought about you every night in California, when I was on my own, picturing you just like this, laid out in my bed and all mine." He runs his nose back up your neck, your skin tingling in its wake. He presses his lips against your ear, his tongue lightly brushing over the shell of it before he nips at it.

Nick grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to get a look at your face. Seeing you this way, all flustered, all because of him, it makes him shiver in pleasure. “God, you’re so pretty when you’re all breathless and desperate for me.” He picks up the pace, determined to make you come for him. His mouth is at your ear again spewing filth. His hot breath on your sensitive skin is driving you crazy. The feel of him against you and inside of you, his strong hands holding you in place.

"Look at me, I want to watch you come on my cock," Nick demands, he grips your chin. The sound of his voice, authoritative and rough, combined with what he’s saying, makes your head spin and your heart race. He’s taking control and you love it. You look up at him, your eyes meeting his.

“That’s it. Look at me just like that. You're all mine, Hermosa. Mine.” The possessive edge to his tone makes you shiver. He grabs your hips again, the grip tight, his fingers digging into your skin. He's starting to lose control as he watches you, the need to push you over the edge growing stronger. "You're so close, aren't you princess? I know you are. Show me. I want to watch you." He leans down, his breath hot against your ear again. His tongue darts out, licking a small bit of skin.

“Oh… Nick…. Oh fuck yes, you’re making me feel so good… God, I missed this…” You trail off. Your cry and the way you tense is all it takes to push him over the edge. He grins against your skin at hearing you break apart for him. It’s a beautiful sight, one that he will be replaying in his head when he’s back in California, the sound of his name on your lips a sweet melody in his ears.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. That’s my good princess.” He moans your name as he comes, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He paints your walls with his release, and the hot gush of his come steadily drips down your thighs onto the bed. The two of you stay there looking into each other’s eyes, panting.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling both empty and satisfied. He collapses next to you, pulling you on top of him, wrapping his arms tightly around you, and holding you close to his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he runs his fingers through your hair. He's breathing heavily, still coming down from his high. You look up at his face, studying it at this moment. His eyes are closed, a look of satisfaction and content on his face. He's still a little flushed and breathless, and there's a faint sheen of sweat on his skin. His hair is tousled and messy, sticking out at all angles. He opens his eyes and looks down at you, that same satisfied look in his eyes. Nick gives you a small smile before he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. He looks down at your neck and sees the marks he's left. He runs his fingers lightly over the bruised and tender skin as he speaks.

"I may have gotten a little carried away there... I left quite a few marks on you." He looks a little sheepish, but he doesn't seem too apologetic.

"It's fine, I see I left my fair share as well with my nails." You grin, touching the red lines you left on him. "Just hope Finn doesn't notice, I'll never hear the end of it." You laugh, hiding your face against his neck. You brush your lips along the column of his throat.

He laughs as well at the mention of Finn, and how he'd react if he saw the state you two were in. He runs his hand back up your thigh and then back around to rest on your waist.

"God, you're right," Nick chuckles. "I should stop in tomorrow and see what the squad is up to, you work tomorrow?"

"Yeah," you nod.

"Maybe I'll swing by in the morning." He grins and pulls you closer to him. You can feel the heat coming off his body, and your body tingles in response. You let your hand run over his bare chest, feeling his heart thump softly beneath your palm.

The two of you talk for a while before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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As Olivia and Finn walk through the precinct, she asks, "So what's this about a suspect?"

Fin replies, "He turned himself in. He hasn't confessed yet, but he says he'll only speak to the captain. And get this - he's quite the charmer." Olivia sighed before opening the door to the interrogation room.

Nick raises his hands, a wide grin spreading across his face. You stand behind him, your smile mirroring his mischievous expression.

"Oh, my God, Nick," Liv laughs as she and Finn walk into the room. "Whose idea was this?" She looks around the group to see who was the one who set this up.

“Mine.” You answer, raising your hand, and moving around the table closer to the squad.

“What, you’re captain now, you don’t like surprises?” Nick asks, stepping closer to the Captain.

Liv shakes her head with a grin, closing the distance between her and Nick, and pulling him into a hug. Nick now faces you as the captain asks, "What brings you to New York?"

"Besides you guys," Nick replies, giving you a tender look, "I missed you all. But this isn't just a personal trip - I've been working for a company called FORYM for the last few years, and I'm here because of an old SVU case I want to reopen." Nick proceeds to inform the squad about the developments in his life over the past few years.

You listen intently as Nick recounts his time in California, describing the cases he worked on and the people he's met. You can see the passion on his face, his eyes lighting up as he talks about his work. He pauses for a moment before he continues, glancing at you and the way you look at him. There's a spark between the two of you, a connection that's still strong and present even after all the time that's passed.

Finn and Olivia look between the two of you, taking in the way you're looking at each other. Neither of them misses the tension in the air, and they both know what's going on. Finn in particular gives you a knowing smirk, and you can tell he's enjoying this.

Your phone buzzes with a new text message. "Carisi got the warrant, I'm going to pick it up. Text me if you need anything," After bidding farewell to the group, you make your way to Carisi’s office.

Nick: You busy tonight?

You: No. You?

Nick: Nope, nightcap?

You: Of course, you’d think I’d say no after last night’s performance.

Nick: See ya then.

You: <3

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #reader insert #law and order #law and order special victims unit #svu #fanfic #female reader

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agentdilfhotchner · 10 months ago

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save me detective nick amaro 🫦

#law and order svu #svu #nick amaro #danny pino #nick amaro x reader #olivia benson #sonny carisi #amanda rollins

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wandasaura · 2 months ago

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I AM THE RIVERS DAUGHTER

summary — your brother may never recognize the depth of your relationship with amanda, but you’re certain you’re going to marry her one day soon

warning(s) — established relationship, gunshot wound, blood and injury, hospitalization, stitches, existing scars, implied violence, implied past child abuse, implied past domestic abuse, heavy on the daddy issues, mommy issues, slight glass child syndrome, slight panic and description of panic, slight hurt/angst elements, comfort, fluff, mentions of engagement, longterm partners, plans for marriage, lesbians in love, healing (in more ways than one), recovery, found family elements, pet names, mentioned southern accent (your welcome), amaro being an absolute asshole like always

authors note — amanda rollins returns! enjoy :)

It wasn’t abnormal for Manhattan to conform to a traditional spring even before the official start of May, but it was slightly peculiar that the sky hadn’t opened up in a gloomy downpour lately. The slight reprieve from grey skies was a blessing, and the sunshowers that caught Amanda off guard were another unlikely positive. She got home from work after you. Usually right around seven if she was coming from the precinct on a typical day, and you waited somewhere by the door with questions. Sometimes, you checked the weather, saw a blimp of rain in the radar that hadn’t been there when Amanda left for work, and you know she hadn’t had time to see change between interrogations and well… general detective work that eluded you specifically. What Amanda didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, but it would wound you if she ever stopped coming home damp and frizzy, a pout on her lips as she dodged your kisses proclaiming she didn’t want you getting wet too. You always won. Her efforts weren’t ever strong enough to dissuade yours. You never wanted to, not really. It was a sickening battle of affection that came from the sun showers you don’t remember being this frequent last Spring.

You’d gotten out of work earlier than usual. Not because you’d wanted the hours to yourself before Amanda came home, but because the weather had turned just about everyone away from your quie boutique. People gathered in the squares, in the parks and on the corners. A fire hydrant or two might’ve been weeping into the street, but you weren’t at liberty to confirm or deny, suddenly not too sure which side streets they’d been down. Amanda always laughed at your taunting. It was like you remembered at moments that she wasn’t just yours. That everyone in Manhattan rightful deserved a piece of her, and she was just as obligated to uphold their needs as yours. In short, you remembered your girlfriend was a detective, and when you did, you really dug your claws into Amanda. Sometimes she let it go on for a while too. She nodded, her chin perched on her fist. Her eyelashes batted at you, her attention channeled, bouncing off of you and against you. She let it go on until you she just didn’t feel like it anymore, and sometimes she pulled you in by the waist, shut you up with a kiss, or she just hummed and enchanted you with that blue stare she knows makes your head spin in any condition. Sometimes though, she’s not as inclined to play your game and recognize the divide that has to exist between you at points. Sometimes, that makes her feel like the worst partner in the world, that sometimes, the things that you say can’t stay between the two of you even if you’d not have the slightest idea it was incriminating. You understood the implications of what it means to peak Amanda’s interest with your stories, and Amanda thinks you should hate her for needing to be so cautious, but you’d known who she was when you’d met, and you’d accepted her readily then.

There wasn’t anything on your schedule when you’d been given the afternoon off, so you’d stuck around and helped clean up, tidying shelves and mopping the floors because despite how perfect this spring season has seemed, pollen is still a national enemy. You try not to gag when you dump the mop water, the green hue to the suds a direct cause of the dirt and grime tracked in on shoes and paws. Your boss had laughed at you, giggling into her palm. She reminded you that you’d been the one to wear her down about the pet and animal rule when a stray tabby had taken a liking to your doorstep, and you’d grimaced, cursing beneath your breath about how you hate everyone in this city. It wasn’t true. You’d moved here at eighteen years old with a dream and a boatload of stupidity to keep you moving. You’d nearly failed out of NYU before you’d managed to really get your shit together by some miracle — in reality, you’d ditched your contacts from home and decided — irrationally — that you’d see as many productions as you could in one night until the only thing you could think about was never hearing another show tune again. Your pockets had hurt after that, and Pretty Woman was the straw to break your back, but at least you’d gone back to your dorm and poured your heart into a biology midterm because at least nobody had used a bunson burner in any of the productions and writing about it sparked no traumatic memory.

You’d basically accepted being alone after that. Your brother and you had an estranged relationship, you hadn’t heard from him in years and even when you’d had his number saved in your phone, his anger had divided you more times than it didn’t. He was in New York, somewhere, but it never really crossed your mind as to where, nor did your paths ever tangled, until you met Amanda. Until she quite literally ran into you in the pursuit of a suspect and she’d returned to your boutique the next day with an apology coffee and her business card.

You’d sat on the temptation to call her for three days. It wasn’t a decision you made lightly, even though you’d craved connection since you’d let every tie you had unravel. When you did call her, she’d asked you out, told you to meet her at the 16th precinct and you could both take a walk to a bar she frequented. When you’d stumbled inside, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt because she hadn’t explicitly said the vibe, but if she was coming straight from work, you figured it was a step up from casual, you’d come face to face with brown eyes that you hadn’t seen in years. You faltered, derailed in your path for a moment, before you’d started walking again because even if you wanted to pretend that it felt good to see him, that it was a relief to know he wasn’t dead like you worried, he was a stranger. You know it, he knows it. Everyone in the precinct assumed it because you’re certain he’s never brought you up, and that weighs heavily on your heart, reminds you why you’d been hesitant to call Amanda back.

Everyone you’d ever let yourself love had burned you in some way. Sure, you’d been the one to set fire to every bridge that had remained standing in the wake of tiny arsons that burned, but they’d all been the ones to push you to that point first.

Amaro had tried to grab your elbow when you walked by, but Amanda had called out for you, standing in the doorway of Benson’s office, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Nick tried to explain, he tried to tell Amanda that you were his sister, his little sister that had no business being involved with a detective, and well, she’d basically sealed the fate of a feud continuously existing between them. You couldn’t say you cared. While it had been a few years, you and Nick still hadn’t patched out your problems, or really spoken about them at all. You saw Zara when he needed a babysitter and couldn’t abuse your mother’s willingness anymore, and you had found peace with that arrangement even if it meant dealing with your niece crying because ‘Daddy always has to leave’.

When you’d left the boutique, it dawned on you that Amanda hadn’t texted you about leaving the precinct, so you thought about getting ice cream for the both of you. She never left without telling you, never put it to chance that the last thing she said to you was some rushed confession of adoration before she headed out the door. It gave you comfort, more than Nick had ever been willing to provide even before he went undercover for years. He still can’t grasp why you’re mad, why you’re so reluctant to forgive and forget and let him in because ‘he’s your big brother for christ sake’. Amanda understands why you don’t. Amanda speaks up for you when he corners you in the precinct, telling him to back down.

Somehow they let themselves get along on the clock. They’re good partners, even if you are reluctant to give him any kind of praise.

You stalk into the precinct with a brown takeout bag held to your chest, two medium ice creams packed away complete with napkins and plastic spoons. You know they have some in the break room, but you crave the experience of a long spoon curved just right for a bite of ice cream, toppings included. You didn’t need to text Amanda to know that she wanted rocky road with peanuts, so you’d decided to leave your visit a surprise.

You smiled at Fin when you walked into the Sex Crimes hub, your eyes scanning for Amanda. Olivia approached you, a hand finding the center of your back. You thought nothing of her gesture, having become familiarized to her warm affection. “What are you doing here?” She gasps, her words light, concerned.

Your eyebrows draw together. “What do you mean?” You look around, noticing that despite your efforts, Amanda isn’t anywhere amongst her colleagues or fellow officers. “Where’s Amanda?” Your voice raises, your pitch high. Your breath is caught in your chest, and in a moment Olivia knows that nobody has told you what happened; where your girlfriend is.

“Alright, honey, Amanda was shot this morning. She’s down at St. Martin’s.” Olivia nods her head, forcing you to accept what she’s saying even though your head wants to adamantly deny that in any capacity. It’s hard to deny what she’s saying when she’s visible confirming it, and a gasp tumbles off of your lips. Your hand trembles, threatening to drop your melting ice cream.

Your brother appears suddenly, down the hall, a smile stretched across his face. The second he sees you, he freezes, and you can see guilt overcome him in a second. He was supposed to tell you. You’re sure he insisted that he be the one to tell you, and he didn't, because years later, he still disapproves of you and Amanda. He still thinks he has any decision on who you make a home with.

He comes close. He wants to apologize, you know that he does, but you can’t give him the chance and try to manipulate you with false sincerity right now. He never means what he says. If he did, he never would’ve accepted an undercover job and never texted you again all those years ago. It’s been a long time. You’ve had time to move on, but it still hurts, and you let him know that.

“Don’t ask me to watch Zara next week.” Your voice wavers, it cuts through the room. There’s so much being implicated in that single utterance, and even Olivia bristles at what you’re alluding to, but right now, it’s doesn’t even dawn on you that you’ve just told your brother to fuck off. That you’ve just waved the white flag and relinquished your niece in doing so. He’d gone too far. At some point, he had to recognize that you’re an adult and his opinion rolls off your back easily. “And, put this in for freezer, for fuck sake!” You practically throw the ice cream at him, shoving it into his chest. You don’t even make sure he had a hold on the bag before you turn away, stomping toward the door in an angered panic.

Somebody would’ve called you if Amanda wasn’t okay. Even if Nick had told them that he would take care of it, if Amanda wasn’t more than fine, you know your phone would be ringing off the hook because everyone except your brother can understand that she’s it for you, and you’re it for her. You suppose it comforts you slightly to know that she will recover from this, but it weighs on you that she’s been alone for hours when she hadn’t needed to be.

This is all a part of her job description, you know this, you’ve been around this for years, but it feels so much realer now that it’s Amanda on the bed; Amanda being held together by stitches and bloodied cotton rounds. You’ve had something to do with your hands for all this time, but now that the ice cream has been taken away, your palms are thawing without its weight and you’re aware of how much you can truly feel against your skin at the same time. The air of Manhattan has never felt so thick as you push through it toward Mercy General.

Before you’d met Amanda, you didn’t know these streets well. Sure, you and Nick had grown up in New York, but you’d had a one track mind for the first eighteen years, just trying to keep your head above water and survive at any and all odds, and afterward, you’d thrived in Chelsea. There hadn’t been much reason to leave when farmers markers filled the gaps that your dining haul couldn’t satisfy and no connection to anything outside of campus pulled your interest. Broadway had been the most you’d ventured through Manhattan since days of your childhood that you can specifically recall, but none of those shows had led you to the 16th precinct of Mercy General Hospital from said ‘cop shop’ as Amanda had a habit of calling it on her days off.

You stumble up to the front desk at the emergency room entrance, because you can think enough to find the main entrance from the side street you’d stumbled up at. You’re hands tremble, but they search to find your license anyway.

It feels redundant to have one in this city most days. You’ve had the same car since you turned nineteen and you’ve put ten-thousand miles on it since, but it’s a relief in this moment because it keeps you from having to spell out your name as you hand it to the receptionist. “Amanda Rollins.” Your voice croaks. A hand wipes across your cheek harshly. “I’m her girlfriend.”

The woman seems to blanch, like she knows who you’re referring to. It gives you no sense of peace, but her lack of urgency in directing you toward Amanda’s room must count for something. Surely there’d be at least a hint of urgency in her fingers as they clattered against the keypad until she hummed. “Room 21. Floor 6.” She tells you, and then hands back your license and a sticker. It had a photo copy of your license and your government name on it. You shudder as you press it into the fabric of your t-shirt, knowing that Amanda’s going to have a lot to say,

She’s never called you by your name. Even when she’d only just met you, the very first night you’d given her a chance, she’d refused to call you by your first name. She tells you that she likes her names better, but you think hearing it reminds her of the first night she’d realized you were Nick’s sister. You’d flinched, and gone pale; you hadn’t looked like yourself. She told tell you, but it creeps up on you sometimes regardless.

You choose the stairs over the elevator. The thought of being confined to such a small space is this headspace is sickening, and you know better than to test your luck even if you regret finding the winding dingy staircase by the third set of sixteen. When you get to the top, your panting, slightly lightheaded from the workout you hadn’t been expecting, but your head was clear of panic. The physical exertion had basically forced the ability to panic from your head, and it only dawned on you again when you found the numbers outside of her room.

Blonde hair was the first thing you found when your eyes swept across the room, and a smile coiled within the frown settled onto your lips until you smiled wryly. A chuckle escaped you, raw and emotional. Your eyes sting with unbridled tears, but Amanda matches that expression without missing a beat, not leaving you on an island of whatever this feeling is alone. Her head inclines, just slightly, just enough to know that you’re breaking her heart. She pats the bed, one hand, a hand that doesn’t have a ring on it yet, but it will soon, because you’re getting tired of waiting for her to ask, you’re getting ready to just pop the question yourself because every day you spend falling harder and harder just reminds you how much you want a permanently intertwined forever.

“Come here, baby.” There are moments where you don’t notice that southern drawl, where it’s evident that she’s spent the last handful of years in New York City and far removed from Atlanta and its southern culture, but then there’s seconds like these, where you can’t deny for a second that she’s the personification of a perfectly ripe peach.

Amanda’s eyes sparkle as you step closer to her, and you can’t help that a tear falls from your waterline as you lean in to hold her cheek, only now realizing that her eyes are red from crying. You can imagine her howling in pain, clutching her abdomen, probably hyper aware of how slippery blood can become. It haunts you even if you hadn’t been there to see it yourself.

“I’m okay.” She promises you, leaning up until you get the hint to give her a kiss. It’s sweet and slow, just enough to state her until it doesn’t hurt just to breathe through her nose. “Promise, I’m okay, sweet girl. I’ve had worse.” You know she means to elicit a laugh from you, but even if you affectionately run your fingers over every scar on her body on nights when you have all of her, you wouldn’t choose to love them if you had a choice to spare her the pain at all.

”I would’ve been here sooner if my damn brother actually told me what happened.” You seethed, dropping your forehead against Amanda’s. She smiled softly as she reached up to cup your face, only one arm attempting to follow through the action. You figure the gunshot wound must be on her right side, because every action she makes it with her left. “I told him to find somewhere else for Zara to go. I’m done, ‘Mands. I don’t know what else it’s going to take for him to realize I’m not a kid anymore — that I love you!”

Amanda, bless her, doesn’t so much as blink beneath the weight of your meltdown. She just smiles, because she knows it’s taken so much of her unwavering love and commitment over the years to get you to a point where you so openly express your affection for her, and grips your cheek harder. “When are you gonna stop thinking I care about what your brother thinks?” She asks, and you manage a giggle because she must be tired of assuring the same thing over and over. “He’s just trying to look out for you though.”

You sigh when she suddenly decides to see the situation from your brother's perspective, and you pull away from her grumpily. Amanda smiles at your reserve. “Come on, don’t give me that look before you hear me out. It’s bad luck!” She reminds you, and if she wasn’t freshly stitched together, you know she would’ve crawled out of that hospital bed and crept towards you until she captured you in a bear hug.

“I don’t want to hear you out when you take his side!” Even if you’re both adults, Amanda thinks it’s evident that Nick is the older brother and you're the dutiful whiny little sister. She defends your reluctance to let him in without missing a beat, yes, but that does not stop her from chuckling into her hand at all the small moments you chose to be overly annoyed with Nick just looking out for you.

“Baby, this job can take me away from you at any time. We’ve gotten lucky so far. Only a couple of bangs and bruises. I know you think Amaro has no right to contribute his opinion when he hurt you first, but�� he’s still your big brother, who spent the first eighteen years of your life doing what he thought was the only way to keep you as safe as possible. I’m not mad that he didn’t call you, so I don’t want you bein’ all prissy and mad either, hear me? And, I especially don’t want you taking none of this out on Zara.” A pang shoots through you at the mention of your niece. Now that you’ve had time to cool off, now that you’ve seen Amanda and assured she’s not in the process of dying, you regret ever saying that Nick needed to find someone else for her. You wouldn’t be your father. You wouldn’t flee when things got hard. Sure, you’d left your mother behind, but it was a mutual lack of effort. Zara didn’t deserve to see people walking in and out of her life like you had. You’d be better for her.

You’d built a life for yourself outside of what your father had destroyed of your mother and your childhood. You’d gotten past Nick’s absence with the military and his undercover stint. But, you could make room in your life for Zara — you would make room in your life for her. You’d had to learn the hard way that blood and water felt the same with your eyes closed, but she would never had to wonder like you did if you have a say.

“I’ll talk to him next week.” You huff, stalking closer to her again, your fingers running up and down her arm. “He needs to sit in this for a little while, at least.”

“I have no arguments with that.” Amanda sighed, but that deep exhale quickly became a cough and every muscle in her body tensed before she groaned. You grimaced sympathetically, guiding a cup of water up to her lips.

“Here, baby.” You coach her through taking a couple of sips, only pulling the cup away when you were satisfied she wasn’t so dry mouthed anymore. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt?”

“Seven.” Amanda wheezed because she’d never lie to you, and you honor that small commitment to keeping intact what she could of honesty between you when deception was weaved so seamlessly into the bounds of her job and the law.

“Okay.” You smile, because you can work with that, you can work with a seven because at least its not a ten, and you have room to move from here in both ways. You prop her head up on a pillow, and she groans at first, her teeth clenched, but then she relaxes, the position taking pressure off of her stitches. “How’s that? A little better?”

Amanda hums, and she pats around, reaching for an IV button that’s dangling over the railing of the bed. It’s a morphine drip, and you grin wryly in sympathy. You reach forward instead of her, pressing the button twice. “Yeah.” Amanda huffs, and that’s enough for right now.

“What am I going to do with you, Amanda Rollins?” You hum with humor, your eyes bright as you watch ether affectionately. The gown is stained with blood around where the gunshot wound resides, but you don’t think its still bleeding, just transferring every time the thin material presses into the bandages protecting the fresh stitches. You can only imagine how much pain she’s in, but Amanda never likes to address her suffering. That’s a commonality between all the detective’s you’ve met.

“You could kiss me again for a start.” She hummed, and you couldn’t deny the request, leaning in close until your nose brushed hers, and only when you knew she was just impatient enough, you leaned down to capture her lips fully, taking whatever was left of her breath away until you broke the kiss and left her panting, cheeks flush. “I love you.” She reminds, and its your turn to blush, sinking into the chair by her bedside.

“I love you more.” You settle, and for right now, she lets you have it because she knows she’s put you through enough already.

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basickassandra · 8 months ago

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Two Cups to Go

A/N: I've been on a binge for a few months now watching SVU and after 15 seasons I've finally felt the want to write about someone! I hope you guys enjoy!)

Slight spoilers !

Two Cups to Go:

Springtime in New York City always brought the heaviest rain storms and today was no exception. The dark clouds were scattered overhead covering any ray of sunshine to peek through, leaving only the dark gloom to cast its shadow over the city dwellers. “I went in and paid for the last overnight run, now it's your turn Amaro.” Olivia let out a sigh of frustration as she raked her hair away from her face as Nick gave a soft smile and shrug “ Yeah yeah, don't lose sight of him while I run inside.” He teased as he exited the drivers side of the car and jogged his way across the street to the 24 hour diner.

Low dives were the best places to get decent coffee past any hour of the day, and their coffees sure as hell beat ‘cop coffee’. Rushing inside, shaking off a few droplets from his hair Nick made his way to the counter of the diner where his eyes caught the attention of a familiar figure, rustling against the back door and some boxes “Need help over there?” He offered already darting towards the back as the young lady turned her back towards him as she rested the boxes against the counter “Nope. I got it all covered. What can I do for you?” She asked not even bothering to cast a side glance at Nick, which did hurt his ego but he knew the reality of her hesitation.

It was only a few months since she had been attacked at this diner by a patron and the SVU team did instruct her to be more cautious and less friendly, well that slip of information was mainly Nick's selfish doing. “Just Benson’s regular and tea for myself please.” He asked as she finally glanced up from her notepad that she was pretending to jot notes in. “Detective Amaro! You didn't sound like yourself for a minute. I'm sorry about that, I’ll get those started for you.” (Y/N) said her winning smile on full display.

The only rays of light Nick needed to keep his day going, besides Gil and Zara. “It seems pretty slow in here today, where is everyone? “ Nick asked, taking a seat at the bar looking around to see empty booths and tables “Detective Amaro you do know it's 7AM on a Tuesday morning right? There may be no sleep for the NYPD and bad guys but everyone else definitely gets their fill.” She teased as he nodded, chuckling to himself as she handed him his order.

“You know you're right, I didn't even realize the week had just begun.” He continued taking the cups in each hand “Well cause SVU doesn't believe in the magical words of ‘Day Off’.” Laughing at her own joke, only meant she was tugging on Nick’s heart strings more and more. “Right again. What are you going to school for ? To be a lawyer? I think you might have this ADA thing down packed.” He teased as a shy blush appeared across her face “ I’ll keep dreaming Detective. You have a good day, and stay safe out there.” She said wiping down the part to enhance its already shiny laminate. “You too (Y/N).” Nick said heading towards the door readying himself to exit the diner and just as he was about to open the door he remembered Gil’s voice in his head.

“Hey, before I go, Gil wanted me to invite you to his baseball game, he said it would mean a lot to him if you would be on the sidelines cheering for him. “ Nick felt his throat swelling at the mere ask, he was a grown man not a love sick teenager and yet this girl had the power to make him break out into a sweat and become a nervous wreck at the flip of a switch and she didn't even know it.

“Well… sure, I wouldn't want to let Gil down, he's a sweet kid.” She replied softly, locking eyes with Nick as he cleared his throat, nodding “Okay, great so me and Zara will pick you up on Friday from here at 5?” He confirmed as she nodded. “It’s a deal.” She said as Nick nodded once more before opening the door and jogging back to the car to escape from the rain.

Once he was back in the car and shielded from the rain he passed Olivia her cup and coffee and quietly sipped on his tea “What happened to you in there? Your whole mood changed.” Olivia teased knowing exactly what caused the shift in his mood “Nothing, got me some warm tea and energy to catch our prep. Any movement?” Nick asked, completely ignoring her statement, trying to minimize his smirk to not have to face Olivia's side eye as she refocused her attention to the door catching their prep trying to sneak off “It's time.” She commented as Nick placed the car in drive.

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megalony · 10 months ago

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Little Flirt

It's been a while, but this is a new Nick Amaro imagine, requested by the lovely @ilikestuffs-stuff. I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Summary: Nick is about to head home when he realises he's left some stuff at the precinct. So he takes his daughter with him to retrieve them, and the team meet his little girl.

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"Alright beautiful," Nick murmured softly as he kissed the top of Sophie's head, brushing his thumb across her rosy cheek when she leaned into him.

He bounced her on his hip, grinning to himself when she cosied up further into his chest like it was the middle of winter and she was trying to keep warm. Her hand was clutching his overcoat and her face was nuzzled down against his shoulder.

When he moved his hand from her cheek to rub up and down her back, she let out a content hum and started tapping her hand against his chest, still clinging to edge of his coat.

It wasn't often that Nick finished early enough to pick Sophie up from daycare, but today had been a half day since he had done the last three days in a row and worked late into the night on each shift. Leaving earlier meant he could pick Sophie up on his way home rather than (Y/n) having to come out and collect her and it meant Nick got a bit of time with his girl, one on one.

He reached the car and sat Sophie in his right arm so he could open the door and lean in to buckle her in. He clipped her in and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek which caused her to squeal.

She was only eighteen months old, but she was as cheeky as a ten year old and she knew just how to get Nick round her little finger. She was the apple of his eye.

"Are you ready?" He grinned when she smiled and nodded, not knowing what he was asking, only understanding his smile that radiated down at her.

Once she was in, Nick headed round and climbed in the driver's seat. He had livened up when he went in to get Sophie, but now he was starting to feel drained again. He knew once he got home he would be having something to eat and then he would spark out for a nap with Sophie. Neither of them would be doing much for the rest of the afternoon.

He turned on the ignition and glanced to the right when he got his phone from his pocket and tossed it on the passenger seat.

Where were his case files?

A deep frown set in his brow and he leaned across, moving his badge, the few takeout coffee cups and the pacifier and toys he had cluttering the seat. He stretched across to reach into the passenger footwell which seemed to tickle Sophie who giggled like he had just fallen over.

He needed those files. He had to up early in the morning to go down to court and be a witness. He had to have those files so he knew all of the relevant information and he needed the release papers for a suspect. After court Nick was meant to pick up a suspect from the cells. All those documents had to go with him so he could prepare tonight and then take them tomorrow to get the suspect, he couldn't get them released without the paperwork.

"Fuck." He tossed the empty cups and sat back in his seat, closing his eyes as he threw his head back.

Did he even pick them up from his desk? He had been in a rush to leave. The moment Liv said he could go home early, Nick packed up, grabbed his keys and shot out the squad room. He sent (Y/n) a quick message saying he would grab Sophie and would be home soon and came down here.

He didn't remember grabbing those files from his desk drawer.

Turning in his seat, Nick looked into the back where Sophie had her hand stuffed into her mouth, drooling happily as she wriggled from side to side along with the music on the radio.

"We're gonna make a detour to daddy's office, how's that sound?"

When she grinned, Nick reached out to shake her foot playfully before he spun round and put the car into gear. He didn't want to go back. He just wanted to go home, but the station was only ten minutes away and he could be in and out in two minutes. All he had to do was grab the files from his drawer and be right back out again.

He could hear Sophie giggling in the back and it made a smile light up his face. He leaned his elbow on the door and dragged his hand through his hair, brushing the forming curls back and causing them to stand on end in waves. He could feel a headache forming behind his eyes. He needed a drink and something to eat. He needed to sit down with his girls rather than work twenty hours a day on this case.

By the time he got back to the station and parked out front, Nick didn't feel like he had any energy within him to get out, let alone drive back home after he'd grabbed what he needed.

But he pushed himself out the car and ran his hands up and down his face before he opened the back door. No way was he leaving his toddler in the car, even if it would only take him a minute to grab what he needed. Someone snatching his daughter wasn't a risk he would ever take.

"Come're beautiful." He cooed, unstrapping her and cuddling her to his chest once again.

She was at the stage where she could walk now, not amazingly well, Sophie tended to keep her legs straight and kick her feet out a lot. But she could still walk, and if Nick had the time and the energy he would have put her down and let her walk for a bit. But that would take time and he didn't want to risk anyone knocking into her.

People were always rushing around, places to be and interviews they were late for. It wouldn't take much for someone to bump into her and send her flying or step back and stand on her without realising.

He loved the way Sophie looped her arm around the back of his neck and started to kick her legs that were settled around the side of his torso. When he felt her hand begin to bash on his chest as he walked into the reception, he reached up and took hold of her hand.

He swayed their hands back and forth as he headed straight down the hall towards the stairs at the back. He couldn't be bothered to wait for the lift.

"Where are we going? Daddy's work, yeah?" He murmured against the side of her head as they headed up the stairs and he bounced her in his arm just so she would giggle and wriggle against his chest.

The squadroom didn't look as empty as it did when he left. A few people were milling about, waiting for someone to take their statements and to have official interviews. There were more officers in here than usual and the phones were ringing and everyone was moving about trying to answer them.

For a dreaded moment, Nick thought walking back in here might make Liv change her mind and ask him to stay on until late. But when Sophie tapped his chest to get his attention, a wave of ease overcame him. He couldn't. He couldn't be asked to stay when he had his daughter here in his arms. She was his ticket back home.

"What, baby?" He whispered, leaning his head to one side as he tilted back to look at her properly.

His cheeks creased as a wide smile took over his features when his girl patted her hand on his cheek and leaned close. Nick obliged, leaning forward so he could kiss her. She was being sweet. Usually when she wanted a kiss, Sophie would just grab his face roughly in her hands and drag him close so she could get what she wanted.

Once he'd kissed her, twice, Nick smothered his lips against her temple and walked into the room.

He weaved around two officers stood talking to who he presumed would be a new case victim and his hand moved to rub up and down Sophie's back soothingly. He wasn't too sure if the noise in the station and the tense atmosphere might make her uneasy, but she seemed very content and eager to look around.

Once he was stood in front of his desk, Nick leaned forward and pointed towards the photo frame next to the phone.

"Who's that?"

A quiet "Mama," passed Sophie's lips as she grinned, showing off her little teeth and her tongue that poked out and made her look positively devilish.

It was one of Nick's favourite photos from his birthday two years ago, showing him with a dark pair of sunglasses, a beer raised in his hand and his arm around (Y/n). She had the brightest smile he had ever seen and Nick's chin perched on top of her head because (Y/n) always said they were 'like two pieces of a puzzle that slotted together just right.'

Keeping Sophie tilted into his chest, Nick leaned back and bent his knees so he could open his top desk drawer. He rummaged around and nodded to himself when he saw the files he thought he had picked up earlier. Those were what he needed; they could go home now.

Just as he shut the drawer, Nick leaned up straight and his eyes widened when a loud squeal passed Sophie's lips. She started to wriggle and her hand patted against her mouth, making a loud popping sound as she continued to squeal and laugh.

Nick cast his wide eyes around the station, trying to find what had caught his daughter's attention. And a soft sigh passed his lips that curved into a tepid grin when he looked and noticed Amanda heading right in their direction.

She had seen the girl in his arms and was making grabbing hands with wide eyes and an open mouth in shock.

Nick had never brought Sophie down to the station before. He never actually told the rest of the team that he had a little girl waiting at home for him. It never came up. Not everyone divulged personal information until they got to know everyone, and Nick was no different.

He didn't want to talk about Sophie. He never knew who might be listening and with the kind of people they brought in for questioning and had in custody around here, talking about his daughter didn't feel safe. It was easier not to.

She was his little girl and he liked having her as his secret, his and his alone, waiting at home for him.

He let a smile pull at his lips and he leaned Sophie back against his chest when he watched Amanda hurry over towards them.

"Who is this cutie?" Amanda's eyes danced between Nick and the little girl in his arms who she had never seen before. She held her hand out to which Sophie instantly took hold of and began swaying it back and forth in front of her like it was a toy to mess with.

"This is Sophie." He moved her a little bit higher on his hip and braced his other hip against the counter when Sophie started to move.

She began to wriggle around in his arms, swaying from side to side but she kept her left arm looped around Nick's neck like an insurance policy. Making sure he wasn't about to let her go or hand her over to someone she didn't know.

"I didn't know you had nieces."

Amanda smiled and leaned her right hand on the desk while she let Sophie sway her other hand in the air. She smoothed her thumb over the back of her hand and grinned across at her. She had no idea Nick had any kids in his family. She knew he had a little sister and that he was close to all the women in his family, but she didn't know much other than that.

"Uh, I don't. This is my baby girl." It was as if Sophie understood every word he said because she flashed her pearly whites and let go of Amanda's hand to grip the collar of his shirt instead. "Careful," He murmured, leaning his head forward towards her so she didn't strangle him with the force she yanked on his collar.

"Oh, wow." The surprise was evident in her eyes but her smile never wavered as she folded her arms over her chest and perched on the edge of his desk.

This was a new development.

Nick pressed a kiss to Sophie's cheek when she began tugging on his collar, subsequently undoing the first few buttons in the process. When she wriggled again, Nick sighed through a smile and leaned down, letting her stand on her own two feet.

There weren't many people nearby so she wasn't in danger of bumping into anyone or getting in the way. He would follow right behind her like a shadow if she tried to wander off and he would scoop her up if needed.

He could see she was excited at the prospect of being able to toddle around, her wide eyes were roaming around as if she was searching for trouble to scout out.

"How old is she?"

"Eighteen months." Nick folded his arms over the back of his chair but when he clocked his eyes on the files he had placed on his desk, he moved one hand to his pocket. He fished around for his keys and placed them on top of the file of documents, that way he wouldn't forget them for a second time.

His eyes followed Sophie as she started to bend her knees like she was doing a little dance. And when she twisted her head to look up at her dad like she was searching for approval, Nick grinned down at her and poked his tongue between his teeth.

A loud babble left her lips and she turned around, stomping her feet down on the spot before she looked in the other direction near the coffee station.

Nick looked behind him to see what had caught his daughter's attention and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck when he realised she was looking over at Carisi.

Well, he knew bringing Sophie into the squad meant them all finding out about her, and it was too late now anyway. Amanda had already seen her and would no doubt fill in the rest of the team if he left now. He may as well let his girl wander round and see the team for a bit before they headed back home.

And it was endearing to see the way Carisi rose a brow and planted his hands on his hips when he saw the little girl staring intently at him.

She grinned, tangling her hands in front of her as she slowly trotted towards him, kicking her feet rather than properly bending her knees as she walked. Nick was rather surprised that she was so eager to go up to him, she was usually a little nervous and apprehensive around people she didn't know.

But with a wide grin that showed off her teeth and her tongue poking out, Sophie headed over to Carisi who squatted down to be level with her. He clasped his hands together between his thighs and smiled sweetly at her when she got close.

"Hi there sweetheart, where'd you come from?" When she tapped on his arm, Carisi held his hands out to see what she wanted. He let her take his hand but he was more than surprised when she shuffled forward to stand up close to him so their noses were almost touching.

A little babble left her lips and her eyes creased when she grinned which caused her nose to crinkle. She patted her hand down on his and said something else that Carisi couldn't make head nor tails of.

His eyes widened when her arms suddenly looped around his neck. She tugged and pulled until he realised she wanted to be picked up.

"Ahh…" His eyes scanned around, trying to see whose child she was so he wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

She could be the kid of a victim who had come in to make a statement. Carisi doubted she would be a suspect's child or in a suspect's custody or else the protective services would already be here to take her somewhere safe. And uniformed police wouldn't come here with their children, so he figured she was either a victim's child or one of their own detective's kid.

He narrowed his eyes when he caught Nick and Amanda both watching him and when Nick nodded, Carisi gingerly lifted the little girl up and stood back to his feet.

He walked over towards them, looking between them and the little girl who seemed to have taken a liking to him.

"What's your name?" He murmured softly, raising a brow when all he got in return was a quiet but rather chirpy 'fee'.

"Sophie." Nick corrected, emphasising the first syllable which his girl hadn't managed to master yet. He found it rather endearing the way she could only say the last syllable of her name, but they were working on pronouncing as she was finally starting to get some vocabulary.

"Don't tell me she's yours." Carisi bounced her in his arms, admiring the way she started to giggle and how it caused her to look rather devilish when she squinted her eyes and flashed her front teeth.

"My baby," He confirmed, holding his hands out to take her back into his arms. He kissed her cheek and rubbed his hand up and down her back, but he rose a brow when she kept looking over towards Carisi.

Her hands gathered against her chest like she was praying and when Carisi leaned down a little to look at her, she burst into a fit of giggles. She buried her cheek into her dad's neck, half hiding her face as she cuddled into him, clearly flustered at the attention. She had found a new friend.

"You're a little flirt, you know that?" Nick commented with a huff of indignation as he looked at his little girl.

Of course she didn't know what he was saying, but she knew enough to tilt her head up and kiss his cheek like she was buttering him up. Sophie already knew all she had to do was kiss Nick or cuddle up to him and she would have him wrapped around her finger.

"She's adorable, why didn't you tell us you had a little girl?"

"Just never came up." Nick murmured back while he smothered his lips against the top of his girl's head.

He bounced her in his arms and swayed from left to right as she cuddled into him again. He could tell that she was getting tired, she would be due a nap soon and Nick was already running on his last energy reserves. They both needed to head home for the afternoon and recover.

"Who let you two back in the building?"

Liv's voice rung out through the air and pointed across to her so Sophie would look and see who was heading their way towards the middle of the squad room.

"Hi Sophie, hi." A bright smile lit up Liv's face and she reached her hand out to brush Sophie's cheek. "How are you?" Her other hand tucked into her pocket and she leaned her head to one side as Sophie nodded. The happy expression on her face told Liv that she was okay and had been since the last time she had seen her.

"You knew, about her?"

"Of course I knew."

Nick could hardly keep this kind of information from Liv when she was his partner at work. She had seen him take a few worried calls from (Y/n), regarding their daughter. She had also seen Sophie on a few occasions. And now Liv was their Captain, she had to know who Nick's emergency contacts were and any dependants he had back home that relied on him.

She needed to know about his family in case anything happened to him on the job and she had to alert his emergency contact. Or if something happened at home and Nick would need to leave work to be with his family.

"Do you want a chocolate, sweetie?" Reaching behind her, Amanda scoured her desk until she found the bar of chocolate she hadn't opened yet. She was more than willing to share with the newest member of their team.

Nick turned to look at Amanda, a tender smile on his face but he shook his head.

He looked down at his girl, dragging his hand softly up and down her back while he murmured "What do we say?" against her temple and shook his head again.

All eyes fell onto Sophie when she lifted one hand and gently shook her index finger along with twisting her head from left to right. A quiet round of "No, no no," left her lips which caused a few soft laughs to befall the group as they watched her.

"She's allergic to milk, aren't you baby?"

They had to be cautious what they gave Sophie, she was allergic to most types of milk, even the baby formula. They had to buy a special product that didn't flare her skin up in blotches or make her throat swell or cause her to be sick. It meant no cheese, no regular drinking milk, no chocolate and they had to check all the treats and food they gave Sophie to try since she was able to eat little bits of normal food now.

When she got older they would have to buy her special varieties of chocolate that was made without milk and find biscuits and lots of snacks that she would be able to have.

"Oh, sorry. I'll find you some milk-free treats next time, honey." Amanda tossed the bar back on her desk before Sophie set her sights on it and got upset if she couldn't have it. She would get some little treats in for whenever Nick decided to bring her by the station next.

"Alright, we're gonna go home now, we only came back in for these." With his keys hooked onto his thumb, he grabbed the file he needed and eased Sophie back down to her feet so she could walk for a little bit and tire herself out. He held his hand out in front of her and traced his thumb over the back of her hand as she leaned into his leg.

"Bring her back to see us soon, won't you?" Amanda patted his shoulder and waved at Sophie who grinned, but it was clear she was starting to get tired.

"You saying bye?"

He motioned the file out towards the team, grinning softly when Sophie started to wave and babbled something akin to bye-bye.

Carisi leaned against his desk and crossed one leg over the other and when he waved, he muttered a soft "Bye cutie." And he couldn't help but laugh when she grinned and cuddled closer to Nick. She bounced up and down, bending her knees again and leaning back and forth until Nick started to walk, encouraging her to walk with him.

She kept looking back over her shoulder, grinning and babbling as she looked back at the team until she was finally in the corridor, out of sight. It was safe to say she had made some new friends back there.

***

A tender look crossed (Y/n)'s face when she padded into the living room. Reaching over, she softly turned the volume down on the tv that was playing an old Disney movie in the background, but her eyes were solely focused on the sight on the sofa.

Nick was in his slacks, a pair of grey joggers and a matching hoodie that looked a size too big for him. He had his feet hanging over the arm of the sofa, one arm bent behind his head which would surely make his hands and fingers go numb. And there on his chest, was Sophie.

The toddler was curled up on his chest, her head tucked into the crook of his neck with Nick's chin perched on top of her head. He had his left arm curved around her frame that looked small and petite with her knees tucked into her tummy and her frame as small as possible on his chest.

Moving over to them, (Y/n) gently squished down on the edge of the sofa, bumping into his hip as she did. She pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it across the pair of them before she slowly leaned forward and pecked his temple.

Her lips curved into a grin when Nick tilted his head back with a quiet grumble and he smiled. His eyes stayed closed, but he expertly tilted his head until he could brush his nose against hers and capture her in a kiss.

"You two look comfy." (Y/n) murmured against his lips as she moved her hand to hold his shoulder, steadying herself above him so she didn't fall down onto him and crush him or their girl.

She could see how tired he looked when he finally opened his eyes that were glazed and hazy as he looked up at her.

Nick unhooked his arm from behind his head and grazed his tingling fingertips across her cheek and down her skin so he could cup the back of her neck.

"Hm," He glanced his eyes down to Sophie who was dead to the world, breathing softly into his hoodie and creating a damp patch where she was starting to drool around her pacifier. "There's room for one more." Nick murmured.

He kept one arm looped around Sophie, making sure she didn't move or become disturbed while he inched to the left. He pressed his hip up against the back of the sofa and twisted a little so there was more room beside him for (Y/n).

He and their girl were too comfy to move at the moment. He wasn't sure what time it was, but Nick knew he would have to take Sophie upstairs and settle her to bed soon. But not yet. He had gotten showered, had tea and changed Sophie into her pyjamas before they sat down to watch a movie. He didn't intend to fall asleep but he couldn't help it. Once Sophie dozed off, Nick wasn't far behind.

He trailed his hand down (Y/n)'s neck and along her side until he tugged her back so she would take the hint and lie with them.

(Y/n) smiled and shuffled around, trying to lay on her left side without toppling backwards and falling off the sofa. She hooked her right leg over Nick's leg, pressing her knee into his, practically straddling his thigh. Her right arm looped over Sophie's back and she smiled when Nick draped the blanket over her too.

She nuzzled her head into his shoulder, smiling to herself as she cosied up into the hood of his hoodie that was scrunched up around his neck. It smelled of comfort and his aftershave and Nick was as warm as a hot water bottle.

She loved the way he started to drag his fingertips up and down her side, along her hip and over her thigh like he was drawing patterns into her skin and writing secret messages to her.

"This is nice." She whispered into his hoodie, closing her eyes that suddenly felt overwhelmed and tired. The three of them might just ending up sleeping down here if none of them had the energy to move soon.

Nick pressed a soft kiss to the top of (Y/n)'s head, keeping his lips there for a while as he breathed in the scent of her raspberry shampoo. His eyes fell closed and he could already feel himself on the verge of falling back asleep.

This was what he liked the most. After being stuck in the squad room for hours on end going through paperwork and case files and finding links and information and names. After seeing things he wished he hadn't witnessed and supporting victims who were broken, sometimes beyond repair, this is what kept him going.

This is what kept Nick going through those moments that stretched into days. He blundered on so he could have moments like this, with one of his girls in each arms. Laid out, no worries, no problems, no victims flashing before his eyes, no screams rattling around in his head. No danger, no paperwork, no stress.

Just him and his girls.

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