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angelasscribbles · 3 years

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My Best Friends Girls Chapter 5: Lythikos

Series: My Best Friends Girl

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rys, Riley Campbell

Rating: R

Warnings: Some chapters may contain explicit language, mentions of sex.

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I always found winter in Lythikos beautiful, in a stark, brutal kind of way. Everything buried under a blanket of white. Tree branches glistening with ice. The air crisp and clean, and always smelling fresh. The cold never bothered me. When we were kids, it seemed like a magical place, frozen inside a snow globe. As teenagers, we loved spending time there, away from the palace, away from the adults (well, if you didn’t count the security guys that followed us everywhere).

Liv would tell us fantastic tales about her ancestors. We went snowboarding, skiing, ice skating. Sometimes Savannah would take over the kitchen and bake cookies. Liam and I would explore the frozen woods behind the keep. Leo would disappear into the nearby town for hours at a time. I guess he was always looking for a new adventure even back then.

Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t dislike Olivia. I know I can be short with her, but it’s because she gets under my skin in a way only someone who knows you well can. She does it on purpose too. Her prickly exterior is her way of protecting herself and I totally get that. I don’t know how we ended up with more of a contentious sibling relationship while her relationship with the Rys boys was more….complicated. She couldn’t seem to choose between them. If Leo had ever actually been in love before, it was with her; but he didn’t pick her during his social season. Probably because she was in love with his brother. I tried to stay out of all that.

My favorite part about Lythikos was always the meteor showers; they were spectacular. Sometimes we all watched them together, sometimes it was just me and Sav. Savannah. It still hurt that she had left without saying goodbye…or telling me why. I could have used my security and military contacts to track her down, but she made it clear she didn’t want to be found. I had to respect that even if I didn’t like it.

I know Liv can be mean, but it still surprised me that she would throw Savannah in my face that way. It hurt. She knew it would. There were plenty of things I could have said back that would have hurt her just as much, but I didn’t. I just shook my head and excused myself. I had a meteor shower to attend.

It surprised me to hear Riley defend me, and so passionately. It made my stupid heart leap in my chest is what it did. Something it has no business doing, not where she’s concerned. So I just walked out like I didn’t hear it. But she followed me. Why would she do that? Next thing I know, we’re laying on the ground, staring up at the stars and I’m pouring my heart to her about my missing sister. What the hell is wrong with me?

On the way back, she stumbled, and I reached out to grab her on instinct. That’s a natural reaction, right? To grab someone so they don’t fall? She reached for me at the same time and grabbed my hand. I can’t remember the last time I just…held hands with someone. It felt good. It made my stupid traitor heart start beating like crazy though. When I told her that we should both be careful, I wasn’t really talking about walking on the snow, but I doubt she knew that. I held her hand all the way back to the keep, the whole time telling myself that I should let go of it already. Apparently I don’t listen to good advice, even from myself.

After that, I tried to keep my distance as much as possible but leave it to Liv to put us at the same table at the ball. On the surface, it was supposed to be a dig, seating us in the back. But Liv is nothing if not cunning and ruthless. I’m pretty sure she suspects I have feelings for Riley and was using this as a way to push us together. If Riley were to actually return my feelings, that, in Liv’s mind, would open the way to Liam. Too bad for her she was barking up the wrong tree.

It was a good thing I saw her coming before she saw me though. That dress she was wearing should have been illegal. It was white and clingy and the neckline plunged almost to her waist, showing plenty of cleavage. Not that I was looking at her cleavage. Ok, I was totally looking. How could you not look? The point is, I was able to get my reaction out of the way and my facial expressions under control before she saw them.

Then she pulled that stunt with the waiter, pretending to faint. I had no idea what she was doing until she was doing it! I had to catch her in my arms, didn’t I? What else was I going to do, let her fall?

“Just warn me next time, ok? Or I might not be able to catch you.” I will always catch you. Holding her in my arms, for even that brief moment, had felt like heaven.

“Oh, Drake. You know I like to keep you on your toes.”

I did not know that. I think I blushed a little, I realized she was teasing but it still sent butterflies swirling through my stomach. The next thing I knew, my mouth was moving, and I swear, against my actual will, I was asking her to meet me in the wine cellar for drinks later that night. What the holy hell is wrong with me?

I would have been relieved when Maxwell swept her into his arms to dance if I hadn’t been so busy wishing it was me doing the sweeping and the dancing. Huh. Dancing. The fact that I wanted to dance with her should have told me how far gone I already was. I hate dancing, at least I use to.

I tell everyone that I don’t know how to dance. That’s a lie. I know how to dance. I grew up in the palace for God’s sakes. How do people believe the shit I say? I just don’t like to dance, and I’ve always needed to stay alert at these functions. I can’t stay close to Liam if I’m off dancing with someone. Then it occurred to me that since I’d been officially assigned to Riley, dancing might be an actual advantage. Can’t get much closer than that. Just the thought of dancing with her, having a valid reason for putting my arms around her, holding her body against mine, filled me with undeniable desire. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all. I filed the thought away for later consideration.

I had to content myself watching her dance with Maxwell then Liam. I told myself it was my job to protect her, that’s why my eyes stayed glued to her the entire night. I am an accomplished liar apparently. Especially when lying to myself.

I didn’t really expect her to show up in the wine cellar. Why would she? But there she was, sashaying in like she owned the place. I felt several emotions smack me in the face all at once. Surprise, elation, and a bit of terror. Why, on God’s green earth, would I purposely get her alone? That was the dumbest thing I could have done. I tried to cover it with snark, “There you are Campbell. I was beginning to think you didn’t have the guts to show. Y’know, breaking the rules, out after curfew and all that.”

“I’ve got more than enough guts to keep up with you.”

I tried to hide my smile but couldn’t. The girl’s got spunk, I’ll give her that. I offered to share my whiskey with her. I never share my whiskey. But honestly? I’d give her anything. I’d give her everything. But I’m not the one she wants it from.

She gave me a smile that turned my insides to liquid fire. How does she do that? I wish I knew because it burns me alive; she burns me alive. This desire burns me alive.

“So. You come down to the wine cellar to drink whiskey? Doesn’t that seem a little silly?” She gave me a measured a look and I had no idea what she was thinking.

“I came down here to get a little commoner time by myself where I don’t have to bow and kiss hands for a few minutes.” It was close enough to the truth.

“Drake, if you hate the nobility so much, why do you stick around?”

“It must seem ridiculous to you.” How could I possibly explain without blowing my cover?

“To be honest, I don’t understand why you put yourself through it.”

I considered my next words carefully. I didn’t want to lie to her, ever. But I couldn’t tell her the whole truth either. I settled for something that’s one hundred percent true even if it’s not one hundred percent of the story, “It’s Liam. It’s always been for him.”

I had left, I had made a place for myself in the armed forces, and I had been damned good at it too. The military didn’t care about your bloodline, it was one of the few places in Cordonia that was a true meritocracy. I took to the life like a duck to water, I figured it was in my blood because of my father. I rose through the ranks quickly. If Liam hadn’t needed me, I probably would have been a lifer. Military life suited me just fine. But that assassination attempt had happened, an undercover guard agent had shown up at my duty station, I had gone back to hear Bastien out and I had resigned my commission and accept a position with the guard.

She looked like she was waiting for more so I told as much of the truth as I could, “I would have left a long time ago, but Liam needs me. I know he’s got nobles and courtiers all around him, but most of them would stab him in the back if they thought they could profit from it. I’ve seen so many underhanded moves that I don’t trust any of them anymore. And these are from our friends! And this latest one….” I trailed off, realizing I shouldn’t be telling her any of that.

“What happened?”

“I…I’m not sure I should tell you. It’s still being resolved.”

“You’re always saying I need to watch out…it’d be nice to actually know what for.” She had a point.

I had to tell her about the pictures from the bachelor party. I didn’t tell her that Maxwell Beaumont was our prime suspect. Those pictures seemed to have been taken up close and after looking into him, we had found the Beaumont’s were struggling financially. I didn’t like to think it. I’d known the guy since we were eight years old, he didn’t seem the type, but that was my point, you could never be sure. I had to do my best to warn her, didn’t I?

“I just want you to be careful. I…I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

When did that happen? When I first found out about the photographs, I was livid, of course, but not surprised. I was worried about Liam and his public image, the damage that a story like that could do to the monarchy.

Somewhere along the way though, my priorities…shifted. I suddenly found myself worrying about her image, her feelings, the damage the story could do to her. The thought of anything hurting her made me feel weak in a way I never had before, vulnerable.

I couldn’t do anything to save my dad, because I had been a kid when he died. But he instilled in me his self-reliance, his independence and survival skills. Drop me off in the wilderness with no supplies and I’d still be fine. I could hunt, fish, build a fire without a lighter, set trap lines, read the land, avoid predators, build a shelter without tools (yeah, it was easier with the tools, but dad had been adamant that I still be able to do it without, just in case. Because you never know).

I started jujitsu when I was about ten and by my teen years moved onto mixed martial arts. I could handle myself in a fight. I took fencing and archery lessons growing up. What I didn’t already possess in weaponry skills, I picked up in the military. I could handle a firearm.

I can take care of myself, and I joined the king’s guard because I was reasonably certain that I could take care of Liam as well. In addition to my college classes, I stay up to date on all the latest in security techniques and technology. I specialize in threat assessment and prevention, but in a pinch, if all else fails, I can throw myself in front of a bullet and I would. But with Liam I never really had to worry about his….feelings.

I mean, yeah, he has feelings and we sometimes, kinda talk about them. When it’s important, ya know?

But this was a different animal entirely. Worrying about her emotional wellbeing, worrying about how she feels. I care about what she thinks, I find myself wanting to impress her, I want her to have a good opinion of me (despite the stupid shit I say to her all the time that I know does not help my case).

I can throw myself in front of a bullet for her or beat the crap out of anyone that tries to hurt her, but I am completely clueless how to keep her from getting her feelings hurt, and that kills me. I never thought of myself as that guy, but I would do or give anything in my power just to see her smile.

She must have heard something in my voice, because her eyes softened and the way she said my name, “Drake….” Made my heart constrict in my chest.

“I mean, I sometimes look at you….and I see this wide-eyed baby deer who just stumbled into the hunter’s campsite.” It was true and it brought out a protective side that was intense, even for me.

“A baby deer?” Now she looked amused, which wasn’t exactly what I was going for. “So you think I’m cute?”

“What?” I panicked, I admit it, “No! I mean…You’re…”

She finally had pity on me and continued as if I weren’t stumbling over my words like a love struck third grader, “I’m more like an alpha wolf. Anyone coming at me should be prepared for a fight!”

I still don’t know how she does that, she can make me stumble over my words like an idiot one moment then completely disarm me the next. She looked fierce and serious about her declaration too and I laughed despite myself, “You know what, come to think of it, maybe it’s the hunters I should be worried for.”

I shook my head and regarded her for a moment before finishing, “Your unique talent, Campbell, seems to be putting me in my place.” I held my tumbler up to her in salute before taking a drink.

“Someone’s gotta do it.”

Yeah, I thought to myself, but no one else can.

“What is it about you? You’re so frustrating, but….”

“But?”

I absolutely could not finish that thought. There was no universe in which that ended well for me. So I changed the subject, sort of.

“Forget it. How about a toast, instead?”

“What are we toasting to?”

“To the moments in between.”

“The moments in between?”

“Yeah, all the nobles think about are the big events. The grand balls, the press appearances, the banquets…. They don’t even realize that the moments that matter the most are all the ones they’re missing. Moments like right now, just the two of us and some cheap whiskey. The ones that really mean something. At least, it means something to me, anyway.”

That may be the closest thing to a declaration of love that I have ever uttered. I had never felt as emotionally vulnerable as I did in that moment.

“Drake….” She held my gaze, “It means something to me too.”

Thank God. I don’t know what I would have done if she had said something dismissive or worse, unkind. Still, I was unequivocally sure that whatever it meant to her, it meant far more to me. I couldn’t think of anything else to say so I raised my glass and toasted, “To the moments in between.”

It was there in that wine cellar, in that moment, that I realized she would never be just a friend to me. No matter what I was to her, she was now everything to me. She could just never know it.

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navalcriminalimagines · 4 years

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i’m entering @thatesqcrush Valentine’s Bingo!! It’s my first time and I hope this is good! It covers the “Oral sex” square! Enjoy!

Rafael Barba x Reader

Prompt: a very much needed drunk night turns into a hookup

Warnings: smut, drunk sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), p in v, fingering

Words: 4,223

sorry for the typos...

Drunk in love

Shutting you down and pushing you away was Rafael Barba’s new activity. Not that he wants to but he has to. He doesn’t know why or how he had let himself fall for you, especially since one of the first things he noticed on you was your wedding band. He never saw your husband but Elias - or whatever his name is - seems pretty real, and according to Mike Dodds, he’s “twice our size”.

But god you’re so beautiful. And young, clever, nice, funny. You have everything a man can dream in someone, but somehow, you’re still very insecure about yourself. He sees it when you look at him or Liv for approval when you have a break in a case, or how you sometimes belittle yourself when the guys tease you. He knew how insecure you are when you blushed after he complimented you. He didn’t attend to at first, but when he saw you in the little green dress that showed off your curves so perfectly, he couldn’t help but to say, ”who’s that gorgeous woman and what have you done with my detective?”

Rafael still curses himself for saying so. You have been acting differently since then, you’re less talkative, more shutdown. You probably know now about his crush on you and you’re just keeping your distance. Just like he tried at first.

But you’re one very stubborn woman. He could snap at you one day and you’d greet him the next one with a smile, like nothing happened. He hates you for it. You’re pulling up with him and he doesn’t know why. Why would you? He’s the worst. And you’re fucking married.

Rafael hates to admit it, but he’s a little jealous of Mike Dodds and Sonny Carisi. Especially Mike. He knows partners have a very special relationship, that you have to trust each other with your lives. But he gets to hug you, spend so much time with you, to go out to bars or restaurants with you. He knows there’s nothing romantic in that relationship, but sometimes he wishes he’s the one you hug, out of nowhere. But he’s not. He’s just the weird and annoying ADA.

To stop thinking about you, Rafael Barba went back on tracks and met with a few people. Both men and women, it usually ends in a one night stand. And in the morning, he hates himself a little more because your face is the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. One night, a woman stopped him mid-sex, “My name’s Jane, not Y/N,” she exclaimed. Then she dressed back up and left.

There’s this woman he keeps seeing though. It’s mostly just sex, and he can’t complain about her talents in bed. Maybe he should take her on a date? Try to make this serious? Well, as serious as he can be, knowing that his world stops spinning every time he lays his eyes on you. He hates you.

*****

“Could you cover for me tonight and perhaps tomorrow morning?” you asked Mike, as you two were on a stakeout. Technically, Mike is your superior, but he’s also your partner and you can trust him, with everything.

“Only if you tell him why,” he answered.

“Elias told me he has a work thing out of town. I need to check,”

Mike already knows your doubts on your husband’s fidelity. It’s been building up for months now. Mike advised you to talk to him but you refused. You’re scared about what he may tell you.

“You’re finally following your doubts! Don’t you think talking to him would be better?”

“If I’m wrong, I’m gonna make a fool of myself,” you sighed, “And if I’m right-- I really don’t know how I’m gonna react, I can’t be facing him at that moment,”

“Fine,” the sergeant isn’t convinced it’s the right thing to do, but he knows better than to fight with you on that. “Do you want me to come with you?” he offered.

“Thanks, but no,” you kissed his cheek and focused back on your job.

*****

Your doubts and your fears become reality. Elias is cheating on you, with some gorgeous brunette, a little bit older than you. She looks like a model compared to you. And you can feel your heart breaking when he leans to kiss her passionately. It’s fucking real. You had doubts, but a part of you kept refusing to believe it. Elias was the man of your dreams, he’s your first love, your husband. You loved him with all your heart and he’s just-- a fucking asshole.

You drove all night long, without any destination. You showed up late at work - Mike had covered for you - and you went on with your life.

You lied to Mike, telling him that you were wrong and Elias was really away for work. To Elias? You didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to face it for now. You didn’t want to hear some lame excuses, or blaming. You didn’t want him to break your heart a little more. So everyday, for weeks, you went home, slept beside him, answered when he was talking to you, barely returned his kisses. There was no sex though. Lack of sex had been the starting point of your doubts. You did get tested however. You didn’t know if he’s using protections with her, or if there are other women, or whatever, so you had to be sure you had no STD. Luckily you didn’t.

*****

Rafael is tired of how cold you’re with him. He doesn’t know if you’re the same way with the rest of the squad, but you’re with him and it’s pissing him off. If it’s because of his crush on you, he wished you’d say so, he’d lie by telling you he’s seeing someone and that whatever he felt for you, it’s gone. And the ‘relationship’ could go back to normal.

Liv texted him to say you’re coming to get the warrant. He stopped working after he read the text. How can he bring it up to you? How can he throw the subject? Why is he that nervous anyway? Why does he care? You’re just a young detective he met a year prior. You don’t matter to him. You’re good at what you do, but in a few years, both of you will move on with your lives. And you won’t remember him. Ever. Why does he care?

“Hi Barba,” you entered his office after he told you to come in. He hates when you call him ‘Barba’. You usually go with his first name. Why did it change?

“Morning detective,” he answered, coldly, not looking up from his notepad. “Carmen should be back in five minutes with the warrant,”

“K. Can I get a coffee?”

He finally puts his pen down and looks up to you. You’re standing right across his desk, your hair is tied in a ponytail, you have those dark cargo pants that fit your curves so perfectly, and a blue NYPD sweater. “Can you wear that whenever you want?” he asked, pointing at your sweater.

“My shirt is in the trash with the biggest coffee stain on it. I stole this from Mike,”

It’s indeed a little loose for you. Your hands are mostly hidden in the sleeves and he can’t distinguish your breasts - not that he looks for it…

You move to the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup. You look over your shoulder, “Want some?” he nods and extends his empty cup to you.

“I can wait outside if you want,” you said, after you drank the coffee faster than he ever did.

“Take the couch, Y/N,”

Once you sat on his couch, Rafael sighed, stood up and sat next to you. “Is there a problem?” he asked.

You looked at him, confused. “About?”

“Me?” he offered. “I don’t know. Have I done something to upset you?”

You shyly smiled at that and Rafael’s heart melted. “It’s nothing to do with you, Rafael. I promise,” you briefly squeezed his hand and let it go. He wanted to grab it and never let it go.

“Then what is it? Something’s wrong with you,”

“If someone told me you’d be the first to notice, I would have laughed,” you giggled.

“Hmm… should I be offended by that?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re the outsider, you know. But we love you for that,”

“I don’t know who’s “we”, but it’s certainly not the SVU squad,” he kept going before you answered, “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You took you a very long moment to say it. A moment during which Rafael forgot how to breath. He was expecting many things, but not this. After that, it all happened so fast. You cried and leaned to your side until your face hit his chest. Unsure at first, he finally wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hugged you. His nose got buried in your hair and he knew it was the scent he wanted to smell for the rest of his life. He felt your hand on his pectoral, turning into a fist on his shirt. “I hate him,” you cried. “But I’m scared,”

“Scared of?” he softly kissed your hair.

“Being alone? Doing it all over again? Never meeting someone else?” you took a deep breath, “But I’m the most scared of why he did it,”

“There are no excuses, Y/N. I know what it feels like, I know you’re blaming yourself, thinking that it’s your fault, but it’s not,” he softly pulled you away to grab your face in his hands. He ran his thumbs on your cheeks to take the tears away and forced you to look at him. “He doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t deserve your tears,”

You nodded at that and tried to regain control as you both heard Carmen’s heels.

“Can I take you out for drinks tonight?” he offered before you left.

“Thank you, but I don’t want to be around people,”

“Ok, my place then?”

You nodded again, kissed his cheek and left with a shy “see you tonight”.

*****

After leaving the precinct, you quickly stopped at your shared apartment to change clothes. Elias was there, drinking a beer and making dinner, as if everything was okay. You barely greeted him and walked to the bathroom. You took a quick shower, changed into high-waisted ripped jeans, dark crop top and a flannel shirt. You redid your makeup, and let your long hair drop on your shoulders.

“Where are you going?” Elias asked, as you were putting your doc martens on.

“Out,” you answered coldly.

“I can see that. Work?”

“Nope,” you grabbed your keys.

“Should I wait for you?”

“No, don’t,”

And you were gone.

Rafael is stressed. He doesn’t know what to expect from that night. Probably nothing, you’re broken-hearted, you just need a night to relax and either talk about it and completely forget. He will give you that. He will be a good listener, you’ll have his shoulder to cry on if needed. He turned down the woman he’s seeing to spend the night with you. He didn’t give explanations, just said he has to work. She just answered “K.”, maybe she’s upset but he doesn’t care much.

When he opens his door, he forgets how to breath. You’re gorgeous in a very natural way. He lets you in his apartment, you’ve been there once, when you were his protection detail after he received death threats. You stayed up all night long to make sure he was okay and he felt so cared for, it warmed his heart in an unfamiliar way.

“Beer?” he offered.

“No, scotch. I need something strong tonight,”

You sit on his couch, tug your legs under your butt, just making comfortable. He comes back with two glasses of scotch, and offers you one. “I didn’t have time to cook but I ordered italian,”

“Thanks but you shouldn’t have. I’m not hungry,”

“If you don’t eat, you don’t drink. Your choice,” he smiled and you nodded.

Rafael is doing his best to stay friendly and not flirty, but after his fourth glass, he doesn’t control himself as much. There are empty containers on the coffee table, the bottle of scotch is getting empty. You’re laying against him, your body is so close to his, he can feel your body heat and smell your scent. “Your husband is such a dumbass,” he said and you turned to face him. “I mean-- that guy is married to--you. And he’s cheating on you? How stupid does it make him?”

“I’m not special,” you shrugged.

“I’m talking to Y/N Y/L/N, right? Cause that woman is special,”

“How so?”

“This. You don’t even realize how amazing you are. You blush when you get a compliment, you’re a badass when you’re with a perp, but you’re always looking for approval when you have an idea. You’re so smart and nice, and beautiful, and sweet, and--”

Rafael stopped when he heard you giggle. He laughed too, because your laugh always does that to him. “How drunk are you, Rafael?”

“Enough to tell you so, but no enough to lie about it,”

“Maybe I should forgive him,”

“Wait, what? No!” Rafael exclaimed and sat straight. “He doesn’t deserve your forgiveness! Why would you do that?” he didn’t expect his voice to be this high pitched.

“Because-- I won’t find someone else to put up with me,”

You sounded so dramatic, it made Rafael laugh. “You’re twenty seven, Y/N! You have so much time ahead,”

“Maybe but-- I’m not easy to live with, Rafa. I’m annoying, I work all the time, I don’t cook, I’m not good in bed, I--”

“Wow,” he exclaimed again to make you stop talking. “Is this how he made you feel?”

“No--yes. Maybe, I don’t know-- sex is… simple with him,” you paused, “But you probably don’t want to hear about my sex life,” you took a sip of your drink.

“I do. I mean-- it’s not about being good in bed. It’s about the connection, what two people are looking for,”

“What are you looking for in sex?”

“Depends. When it’s a one night stand, it’s mostly relief. Do I care about my partner’s pleasure? Yeah, sure but not as much as if I’m in love,”

“I wonder what it feels like one night with Rafael Barba,” you had a grin on your face, teasing him. You were drunk, but so was he.

“I can show you,”

Rafael didn’t expect you to react with a kiss, but you did. You awkwardly press your lips against his and Rafael froze for a second. But he deepened the kiss, cupping your face in his hand. He felt your tongue asking for access and he happily obliged. He laid down on the couch and you sat on his lap, never breaking the kiss. You feel like heaven. His hand settled on your bare skin between your jeans and your top before sliding under the crop top. Your hands did the same on his torso, sending shivers in his entire body.

He noticed when you arrived but now he has the confirmation; you aren’t wearing any bra and you have your nipples pierced. He groaned loudly when he felt your breasts in his palms, which made you smile against his mouth. “Does it hurt?” he asked when he started to play with your nipples.

“God no, I love it,” you sighed in pleasure. “Ever been with someone who has their nipples pierced?”

“No,” he growled, “Can I?” he asked before sucking on your nipple. You nodded and he almost assaulted your breasts. Nipples pierced is fucking amazing. Especially yours.

“I want to feel your skin,” you shyly requested and Rafael obliged. He let you take his tee-shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Your hands touched his body like he was a greek god. You kissed, sucked and bit his neck from a moment while he was softly thrusting his erection against your clothes center.

Rafael doesn’t control himself or his pleasure when he’s drunk. He’s scared that he may come so fast you won’t enjoy this moment with him. He held you against him and took you to the bedroom. You both undressed each other before laying down on the bed. Rafael drunk you in. You, completely naked on his bed. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He briefly kissed you before making his own down to your core. He gently bite your inner thigh before burying his tongue into you. You let out such a beautiful sound, it almost made him come on the spot. “You’re fucking delicious,” he growled.

“You--oh, you don’t have to do this, Rafael,” you said. But he was pleasuring you so good.

“Why wouldn’t I? This pussy is calling for my mouth,” his hot breath against your clit made you shiver, “You’re so wet, baby,” he returned to his oral ministrations.

Rafael ate you like a starved man. He gave everything he had to make you come on his face. He felt you tensed against him, your thigh held him in place. You cried his name, your nails on his scalp. He swallowed everything you had to give him.

“Wow-- fucking wow,” you chuckled as you tried to catch your breath.

“I know, I get that a lot,” he chuckled too, kissing you softly.

“Shut up, and fuck me now,”

“Hmm… someone’s desperate for my cock?”

“I’ve never been this turned on, Rafael. What did you do to me?”

“Ever had an orgasm from someone’s mouth?”

“Nah-- and I don’t want to talk about it. Just get inside me, please,”

He kissed you passionately again, and got on top of you. You felt his hard cock against your stomach, before he lined himself with you. “Do you want it?” he wanted you to beg. “How much do you want my cock, hermosa?”

“So much!” you tried to make his cock slide into you but Rafael held you still, “Please, Rafael. I want you-- I want you inside me,”

He didn’t need more. He slid into you in one slow motion. You both gasped at the feeling. His size hurt a little at first but you’re used to keep a straight face during sex. But somehow, Rafael felt it. “Are you okay?” He asked, not moving.

“Just getting used to your size,” you giggled.

“Lo siento, I got carried away. Let me—“

He tried to pull out off you but your hands held onto his ass, “don’t you dare go away, Barba,” he giggled and stayed deep inside you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered before kissing you.

When you gave him permission to move, he started slow. He needed to control his pleasure. It was deep and slow, and every sound you made was music to his ear. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pinned your hand above your head, kissing you roughly. “Do you want to switch positions?” You asked, out of nowhere.

“Fuck no. I wanna see your face while I make you come,”

For a moment, he was self conscious of what was going on. Whatever sex was with your husband, it was mostly to pleasure that bastard. He probably didn’t care much about you during sex, about what pleased you, about your kinks if you have some. This might be his only night with you, and he wants you to know what real sex and pleasure are.

When he felt you were close to your orgasm, he quickly pulled out and buried two fingers into your pussy. You didn’t have time to react about the sudden changes, you cum - for the second time - hard on his fingers.

“Why the hell did you pull out?” You asked, confused, as you tried to catch your breath.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a malicious smile. He kissed you again, taking his time - to be fair, he’s mostly trying to calm himself down - to plant kisses all over you, worshipping your perfect body.

“Rafael, what the—“ you gasped. His face was between your legs again. His tongue found its way easily to your most sensitive spot. You were worn down, but so sensitive a third orgasm wasn’t far away. But you pulled his hair to make him stop. You saw something in his eyes. “Someone likes to get his hair pulled,” you giggled.

“I didn’t know actually, but yeah,” he licked his lips, “However, if you pull my face away from your pussy again, I’ll have to punish you,”

His words, the way he talks to you sends something into you. Something you ever felt before. Maybe you’re into punishment. And dirty talk. Maybe you aren’t bad in bed, you just weren’t with the right person.

Rafael was about to go back at it again, but your voice stopped him. “I want to go down on you,”

“You will, babygirl. For now, it’s about you,”

He did pull a third orgasm out of you. He’s so fucking talented with his tongue and fingers. He knows what to do, when to do it. “You’ll be the death of me,” you said, trying again to catch your breath, tiredly playing with his chest hair.

“Sounds good,” he buried his face in your neck and marked you. He didn’t care about tomorrow, about what your husband might say when he sees it. Tonight, you’re his and no one else’s. “Do you really want to suck my cock or do you feel like you have to?” He asked, his eyes locked into yours.

“I want to,” you eagerly answered, regaining some strength suddenly.

You sat up while Rafael laid down on his back. You took his cock in your hand, his hips jerking at the feeling. He probably won’t last long. But he can still recover and do it all over again. “You okay?” He asked, as you were taking a long moment just looking and stroking his length.

“Yeah,” you shyly smiled, “Just promise me something, please?”

He would promise you the fucking universe. “Tell me?”

“If—if I’m not good, just make me stop, okay? Don’t blame me after,”

Rafael saw tears in your eyes. He immediately grabbed you and pulled you next to him. His erection can wait. He softly kissed your cheeks and lips. “I’m not...him,” he said, “Like I said earlier, it’s about the connection between two persons. I feel connected to you, do you feel the same?”

You nodded, trying to stop your tears. “That’s all that matters. You could break my penis, sending me to the ER, I’d thank you for it,”

He felt proud when you laughed, he kissed you. He could never get enough of your lips. “I trust you, Y/N. Only thing I don’t want is you going down on me just because you feel like you have to,”

“I want to suck you off, Rafael,” you purred in his ear after a moment.

His cock softened during that talk, but it reacted to that. You kissed his body, trailing your way down to his penis. You licked the tip, tasting some pre-cum. You looked at him to catch his reactions, but you saw nothing but desire and pleasure. When he was painfully hard, you took him in your mouth. Rafael almost came right here and there, it took everything he had not to. You slowly suck his cock, until you quicken the rhythm. “You’re so—good, baby. You know how to use that mouth,” he praised you. When he saw you smiling against his length, he made a mental note about you loving to be praised.

You cupped his balls in your hand, and took him all the way down your throat, “I’m gonna—amor, fuck! I’m gonna cum,” he expected you to pull away but instead, you kept the pace until Rafael came hard in your month, chanting your name. He didn’t know he could be this loud. You made a show of swallowing every drop of him. “Mierda,” he muttered, drying his sweating forehead with the back of his hand.

“Can men fake orgasm? Cause you were fucking loud,” you giggled before kissing him.

“Shut up, that was—amazing,” he looked deep inside your eyes. “You are amazing, Y/N,”

He didn’t have time to fuck you again, you both quickly fell asleep after.

Much to Rafael’s surprise, he woke up to the warmth of your mouth around his cock. He had a wide smile when he saw your eyes full of desire, while your mouth was perfectly sucking on his cock. He lazily grabbed your hair, giving a few thrusts. But he didn’t know how you’d feel about facefuck so he let you lead. It didn’t take long until he came down your throat again, still as loud as a few hours prior. “You will be the death of me,”

He invited you in the shower so he could finally fuck you properly. When you came on his cock, your walls clenching around his length, it was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

This couldn’t be a one night stand. There’s a connection, either of you can deny. He will spend weeks, months, even years to show you he’s worth an Elias or any other man.

#thatesqcrushvdaybingo #rafael barba #rafael barba smut #rafael barba imagine #law and order svu

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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a/n: Y/H/N stands for "Your hero name"

You rolled your eyes as you heard Peter trying to explain to Miles how to shoot webs properly. Seriously, this wasn’t the time! You were on a damn vent! But you tried to be patient with the young boy, after all, he just saw Spider Man dying and then met two other Spiders.

You were from this reality, you just weren’t as famous as Spider man, which was fine for you, less people trying to kill you meant that you had more time to study and do science, which has been your true passion all your life, and also the real reason you were helping the spiderman from another dimension. You were curious about how he got here.

“Can you two please shut up?!” you hissed, making Miles to look guilty as Peter just rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, we-”Peter said but you interrupted him

“Shhh...listen” you said when you heard a woman’s voice. You knew that voice, It was Olivia Octavius, one of the most important scientists of these times, and one of your idols. You peeked through the vent.

A collider. Alternate dimensions. Failure in the multiverses. Oh no.

You should probably been more worried about all the “evil plan”, and “universes colliding” stuff, but it was hard to concentrate when the woman under you was so fucking gorgeous. Sure, she wasn’t a magazine beauty, but she was your kind of beauty: glasses, lab coat, wild hair, pointed chin, little wrinkles around the eyes, a few years (maybe several, to be honest) older. She had it all! And she was Olivia frikin Octavius! What more could you ask for? But this was not the time to think about such things.

When the woman and the man that was with her left the room, you landed on the floor. Peter started to look for all he could about the collider, while Miles got stuck on the ceiling. You rolled your eyes and decided to look around. Alchemax was a renowned scientific company, and it had always been your dream to work there, but you never managed to get one of its scholarships or were a candidate for an internship. So it was your chance.

You took one last look at Peter and Miles. They looked like a time bomb about to explode, but you figured they could survive until you returned. You wouldn't go far anyway. Too bad you weren’t paying attention to the eyes on your back.

___________

“Holy shit” you whispered for yourself as you walked through the labs.

Each door you opened had something more interesting inside than the last. You felt like a child in a candy store.

"It's like Christmas, but better" you murmured.

Just as you were about to approach one of the tables, you heard the door open behind you and before you could react, something was holding you tightly around the waist, lifting you into the air.

You gasped when they turned you around.

"What do we have here?"

That voice. You focused your attention on the person in front of you, instead of the tentacle holding you. It was Doctor Octavius, but now she was wearing a special outfit. It was green with black and wrapped around her body in a rather sexy way. And the tentacles sticking out of her back only made you think of things that you definitely shouldn't be thinking at a time like this.

"It seems that the plague of spiders was more serious than I thought" she said

“Uhm...sorry?” you said, making her blink for a moment.

“Who are you?” she growled, pulling you closer to her.

You gasped. She was wearing some strange glasses, but you still could see the green of her eyes and this close, you noticed how her nose wrinkled slightly as she looked at you curiously.

OK, seriously Y/N this is not the time! Focus!! You scolded yourself.

“Cat ate your tongue?” She asked.

“Uhm...I’m Y/H/N” you said, trying to focus on the wall behind her to avoid being distracted by her.

“Hmm...That doesn’t help me much” she said and put a hand to your face, removing your mask.

You expected a mockery, an insult, some typical villain phrase. But no. She just scowled and the tentacle that enveloped you gently deposited you on the ground. To say that you were confused was an understatement.

"I know you" she said suddenly "You sent an internship application, didn't you?"

"Uh ... yeah" you blinked. You did not expect someone to remember you, not among all the requests that surely they received daily "But I was not accepted, evidently"

"Why?"

"I don't know" you shrugged "I guess the electromagnetic charges didn't get your attention"

"Wait, electromagnetic charges?" she asked "I got that report. It was a really fascinating essay and I'm sure the author was accepted."

You frowned at that. No, they hadn't accepted you. Has someone stolen your work?

"Are you Y/N Y/L/N?" she asked

"Yes"

"I see...I think someone screwed up the reports," she said.

The way she approached you, so suddenly and with an almost predatory smile, set your pulse racing, but not for the reasons it should (fear, sense of self-preservation), but for all the reasons it definitely shouldn't (emotion, thoughts quite dirty).

One of her tentacles caressed your face.

"I'll tell you something, little spider" she whispered "Help me catch the other two, and I'll make sure to fix that misunderstanding" she promised

You looked into her eyes for a moment. You should push her, you should run away from her, you should have a better moral compass than hers. But honestly, you didn't care.

"Only if I can add a clause to that" you said.

"And that would be?" she arched her brow.

"... can you show me how you made these?" you said, stroking the tentacle that was still wrapped around your waist.

Liv smiled and pulled you even closer, her face inches from yours.

"It depends if you can keep up with me, spider" she caressed your cheek with her hand and that was all you needed.

"I'm in"

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #olivia octavius x reader #olivia octavius #doc ock x reader #doc ock #into the spider verse

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fadedseas · 4 years

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lessons.

nick amaro x fem!reader

summary: you get held hostage during a confrontation with a serial rapist - feelings ensue

tw: guns, violence, mentions of rape, cursing

(gif not mine but good lord, that expression...)

you knew there was an intrinsic reason you hated school. you knew it was a mistake to ever return to a classroom again. you knew this notion was affirmed as a serial rapist pressed his gun deeper into your skull so hard that you could feel the metal ring of the barrel.

there was something about the stuffiness of a classroom, the monotonous drone of an underpaid and overworked public school teacher (or that of an overpaid and underworked tenured professor) and the unrelenting stiffness of academia that made your skin crawl and your muscles twitch. it was probably why you had tried to get out as soon as possible. college as a scholarship kid with the four years passing quickly in a blur of all-nighters, coffee hangovers and then sweet relief during graduation. you had signed up for the police academy before the ink on your degree was even dry. and now you’re here.

“now let’s just stay calm,” you closed your eyes at nick’s voice, trying to allow the deep tenor of his voice permeate your bones and calm your trembling. you hadn’t allowed yourself to make eye contact with him ever since the perp had grabbed you right when you had walked in.

“i know you don’t want to do this.” nick moved slow, his muscles deceptively relaxed under his white button down as he moved slowly towards you and the professor.

it was supposed to be a cut and dry case. a student from hudson university had walked into a squad room on a wednesday morning reporting a rape, her arms around her middle as if she were holding herself together. you and nick had pounded the pavement, interviewing classmates, boyfriends, administration officials that seemed less than pleased to have the nypd scaring off prospective students and donors. and one name kept appearing time and time again. professor daniel hershaw. english literature. tenured for the past fifteen years.

“you really think it might be him? he’s the image of a family man. mentor. i mean the guy makes model planes for godssake - he’s a walking cliche.” you mused

“one thing you learn on this job - most of the time, we’re not pulling rapists off the street. they hunt where they’re trusted.” nick said as he handed you a coffee from the coffee cart with his lips curved into a sad smile. your heart jumped as your fingers brushed. and oh. yes. that was another thing that was happening.

liv had assigned you and nick as partners given that you were the newest recruit and he was one of the senior members of the team. it was late nights, terrible coffee, greasy chinese food and floods of case notes that turned stagnant work chatter into deeper, more revealing conversations. you learned about his tendency to dance to the cuban music station on the radio (”we can work on your moves rookie”), his secret love for musicals, his divorce that had ended a year ago with an aggressive custody battle and long negotiations for weekends and holidays with his daughter, zara. you had learned more about his family, about zara’s obsession with anything disney, about his mother and her fretting, about his father and his tendency to communicate with his fists that made nick’s rage swell whenever your team handled a case involving women with black eyes and voices weak from sobs.

and he learned of you. of your love for terrible reality tv shows and home cooking blogs that made you way too optimistic of your own cooking skills (”damn rookie, you burned water? i’ll have to teach you how to cook some ropa vieja someday - we’ll work up to it”); of your nightmares about each victim you’ve seen from your years in homicide and how their last expressions have been etched into your memory; of your parents and their incessant pushing for college and their disappointment when you joined the force.

and you learned about the strong curve of his arms as he held you in his arms the first time you had shot and killed a perp who was raising a gun at you. the smell of his cologne and old spice filling your lungs as you tried to steady your breath. the flutter of his lips against your ear as he whispered that it was going to be ok. you learned about the roughness of his voice when he called you, late at night after drinking away his sorrows of his previous marriage at the bar and you learned about how he nursed his his hangovers the subsequent day when you curled up with him on his couch, not quite touching, after you had come over the night before to make sure he had gotten home safe and didn’t choke on his own vomit. you learned about the unfamiliar pressure of your chest as you realized that somehow, somewhere down the line of cold morning rides around the city, warm coffee, inside jokes, and progressively lingering stares across the squad room - you were in love.

and now you were learning about his hostage negotiation skills.

it was a mistake to have spoken to the professor’s wife before you arrived at the classroom. she seemed entirely too calm about the matter, methodically pouring you and nick tea as she answered your question in short, snipped sentences. you made sure to note the gun cabinet as you left through the front door. you didn’t note the cell phone in her hand as she closed the door behind you.

“stay back or i swear i’ll shoot her.” professor hershaw’s hand trembled as he kept pressing the metal into your head.

“ok! ok! i’m staying back.” nick stopped his progress towards you. you could see the slight shake of his legs from the tension.

“put your weapon down!” the professor barks behind you.

nick lifts his hands and your breath caught in your throat as he slowly kneels places his gun on the floor. he wasn’t wearing a bulletproof vest. you hadn’t expected a confrontation like this. he was completely open and exposed to a man with a gun.

since you had worked closely with the dead prior to this position, you had often thought about how you would die. you knew it was possible you could die in the line of duty. hundreds did every day. but you didn’t think it would be here. in front of nick. in front of the man you’ve been in love with for the past year. you didn’t think it would be before he taught you how to dance or cook or whether he would ever fix the radiator in his car. before you ever felt his lips against your and whether that would feel as slow and passionate as you had often fantasized it would. before you even had the chance to tell him how you felt. so many plot lines unfulfilled. so many questions left unanswered. but at the moment, all you could think about was how you wanted to look into his eyes once more before you died.

“you’re a good man. you got kids - good ones. i’ve met them -” nick’s tone was placating, slow.

“don’t talk about my children!” the professor jerked his gun, knocking your head a bit to the side, “i know they’re good. i raised them. better than the whores that walk through these halls. in these classrooms.”

“yea. yea i understand professor. it’s unfair - all of them just get to walk around like they own the place. like there’s no consequences for them -”

“exactly,” you could feel his spittle on the back of your head, “i showed them the lesson they deserved.”

nick’s eyes moved from the perp to meet yours. and a shudder of warmth flowed through you as you saw fear, anger, determination - and something else that as more than you could process at the moment. but you did catch his slight nod. “that’s right. you punished them. rightfully so. because - it’s like you wrote about right? ‘Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.’“

"you - you read victor hugo?” the professor stuttered, his arm slacked slightly in shock and there it was. you immediately ripped yourself from his arms as he staggered back in surprise. you dived for the floor as you heard the professor’s shout echo on the walls of the lecture hall and a gunshot. and then silence.

you scrambled up, drawing your weapon quickly, your heart in your chest, terrified at what you might see.

“call a bus!” you felt your entire body relax as you saw nick towering over the professor with his gun drawn and a bullet wound in the professor’s shoulder.

later, much later, after you had been subject to medical exams by ems (albeit quite reluctantly) with nick hovering behind the paramedic’s shoulder like an unfriendly poltergeist that radiated anxiety, after liv had ordered you to take a few days, after you had returned to the squad room to fill out some paperwork in nick’s car as the both of you sat in heavy silence with too many things left unsaid between you two. you finally had a moment alone with your partner.

most of the team had left with liv retiring to her office to have a quick call with the babysitter and say goodnight to noah. fin had clapped you on the shoulder and amanda had stopped by with coffee and an offer to let her know if you needed anything before she left to take care of the kids. the night shift had transferred in and you were finishing up the last words of the report when you sensed a presence and looked up. nick was standing by your desk, his lips in a firm line and brow furrowed.

“can we talk?” he gestured towards the bunks. your heart flipped as you nodded, scribbling your signature onto the paperwork and shutting the file.

nick closed the door behind you. and you waited until the silence between you became unbearable.

“thank you for everything today nick. i mean - you saved my life. i could have died today and -”

“i know.” his voice seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. nick paced the floor, his hands gripping at his thick, dark hair. “i know you could’ve died. and i can’t stop seeing it. there’s just - i can’t describe how i felt watching him touch you. seeing how afraid you were. and how f**king helpless i was when all i wanted to do was just take your place - and when i finally got him away from you - i just wanted to -” he collapsed on a bunk and covered his eyes with his palms.

you moved towards him, placing your hands on his shoulders, feeling the crisp fabric of his shirt crinkle under the heat of your hands.

“you just wanted to what?”

nick lifted his head to meet your gaze, “you know you’re my partner. and there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to protect you. you’ve been there through everything this past year and i kept telling myself that i didn’t deserve everything you’ve been doing for me - didn’t deserve you.”

you inhaled sharply, “nick - “

“i love you. there, i said it. and that was all i could think about today. losing someone else in my life that i love.” he sighed, rubbing his hand across his face, “i’ve been in love with you since that christmas party when you walked in with discount boy george - “

“kevin,” you automatically corrected the name of your old friend from college that you had brought as a date.

“and you were just so beautiful. and i know that i don’t deserve you. but i just couldn’t stop wanting you. hoping for you. and it’s so selfish -”

he never got to finish his sentence. because by that point you had fully processed his words. you framed his face in your hands, bent down and pressed your lips against his.

and suddenly all you could think, feel or taste was nick and his mouth moving against yours - warm, firm, steady - just like him. you were pushed back as nick got up from the bunk, his hands gripping your waist. you separated for a moment, drawing back to look into his eyes. beautiful brown. just like you never thought you would ever see again.

and then nick pushed his body against yours, pressing you against the wall of the bunk room, his lips sweeping the corners of your mouth before exploring down your neck.

“f**k - i thought i was going to lose you.” he growled, puncturing each word with a kiss and a nip at your neck. you gasped, your fingers diving deep into his hair.

“never - you’ll never lose me nick. i never want to be apart from you.”

nick dragged his face up to your, pulling you into a ferocious kiss, dominating you as his tongue swept through your mouth. his hands, large and seemingly burning, explored your back, and you shivered his his fingers played with the hem of your shirt.

“everything about you,” his lips were everywhere, your hair, forehead, cheeks, “i cannot lose - do you understand me mi alma.” he closed his eyes, muttering in spanish as he held you close.

you nodded, feeling intoxicated in his presence, his smell, the feeling of his body against yours. your hands gripped his shirt pulling him to you, anchoring yourself in the storm of his affection, “i got you. i love you too nick. i’m ok. i’m going to be ok.” you repeated the last sentence as nick’s body slowly went lax.

he pressed his forehead to yours, and your breath caught at the vulnerability in his expression. “i know you’re going to be ok. it’ll just take a while before i get the image of you held at gunpoint out of my head every second of the day.”

you smiled, pressing your hand against his cheek, “then i’ll be right beside you. reminding you that i’m right here.” his lips twitched as he grasped one of your hands from his chest, sweeping kisses across his knuckles.

“i know quierida.”

you both stood in silence for a moment, basking in the presence of each other and the feelings you had just released. your heart felt lighter than it had in a very long time, and the butterflies in your stomach settled as nick’s body heat calmed you.

“i’m tired, and i want to go home. come with me?” your request was bold but you trusted nick more than anyone to keep you safe. and you weren’t looking forward to the nightmares you knew would be resurfacing.

“i wouldn’t be anywhere else.” nick pressed kisses across your hairline.

you both exited the bunks, and tried to suppress the red that bloomed across your faces. liv was exiting her office with her coat on and her bag slung on her shoulder. she raised an eyebrow as you both approached her.

“well i expect not you see you here for a few days,” she reiterated to you, “good night guys - try not to stay too late.” she turned and then paused, “and i expect the paperwork about your relationship on my desk by the time you get back from leave.” without another word, olivia exited to the elevators.

“oh god.” you placed your head in your hands, unable to stop the burning in your face and neck. nick strolled over to your desk, chuckling.

“well she’s captain for a reason. you really can’t get anything past liv.”

you rolled your eyes, “great, more paperwork to do then.”

nick smiled as he swooped down for another quick kiss when no one was watching, “it’s all for a good cause. c’mon, let’s grab your bag and go. it’s late.”

you laughed and nodded. grabbing your coat off the back of your chair and putting it on. as you and nick walked out of the station, hand-in-hand, a thought occurred to you -

“when did you read victor hugo?”

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagines #law and order svu #svu #nick amaro fanfic #tw: mentions of rape #romance #fluff #hostage negotiation #guns #nick amaro is a secret nerd #i will die on that hill

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altsvu · 4 years

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unusual reunion

pairing: sonny carisi x female reader

wc: 1296

tw: mentions of COVID-19, rape, a bit of violence and blood, swearing, shameless flirting

a/n: this oneshot is based on law and order svu 22x06!! this was something that i thought of out of the blue, and this is for @sweetcannolicarisi ‘s “Candy Hearts” soul mate bingo square! i wrote this to have a set portion of it to be real life because of the hospital setting. the italics are flashbacks/reader thoughts. there are also some lyrics from streets by doja cat which are bolded and italicized!

taglist: @detective-giggles, @lapaquerette (idk if you wanted to be tagged, but i did it just in case!)

You were just getting off your break after finishing half of your 12 hour shift at Mercy Hospital, when your phone rang. You were completely drained from calling doctors and nursing staff all morning and you couldn’t bear to pick up the phone once again. That is, until you saw who was calling.

Liv.

She only really called you during work hours when something was wrong.

“Hey Liv.” you said when you picked up the phone.

“Y/N. Hi. Are you working a shift right now?”

“Yeah, I actually just got off break.”

You could hear the worry in Liv’s voice. “Okay, um, Sonny’s hurt. Do you think you could do a check up on him?”

You froze when you heard his name on the phone. This was the first time you heard of him since he became an ADA. When he was a detective, you would see him all the time in the hospital when he had to interview female victims that were raped and had injuries following the assault, interview doctors involved in a case, talk to children of abandoned families and abuse, and ask doctors and nurses for results on a patient. He even talked to you from time to time, seeing as you worked in the department that dealt with women and kids, and every time he did, you noticed more and more things you liked about him. It got to the point where he asked you to share a drink or two with him after your shift one day. The two of you weren’t really in any relationship, you just became close friends. You helped him study for his bar exam and celebrated with a few drinks when he passed. You had a schedule for talking on the phone, first every Friday night at 11:30pm, then talking on every break you had. All was well between you two. Until he stopped calling and showing up.

“Yes, of course I can. I can set up a room for him.”

Liv sighed of relief. “Thank you so much. I owe you one.”

•••

“Hey, Y/N, there’s someone for you.” one of your colleagues said.

“Okay thanks.” you said, getting up, adjusting your stethoscope and mask and going out to the waiting area. When you saw Sonny, you were horrified. What the hell happened to his face?

On the other hand, when Sonny saw you, his eyes lit up.

“Y/N, thank you so much for doing this.”

“My pleasure. I love helping out my friends.” you paused, your eyes drifting to Sonny’s face. Snapping your attention back to Liv, you asked her if she had to step back to work, in which she said yes. You reassured her that Sonny would be safe in your hands and when she left, you smiled with your eyes and led him to the room you set up for him.

“Sonny, what happened?” you asked softly as you washed your hands.

“I was talking with the powerful judge and their defense and... well things got out of hand.”

“Gallagher? The one running for attorney general?”

“How-“

You let out a slight chuckle. “I saw his half assed excuses on the news the other day.” Bringing over some of the tools and supplies needed, you continued. “So, lemme guess, he threatened to fight and you went for it.

“He called me a dago. And called my suit cheap.”

You were about to apply some alcohol to the gash on the side of his head when you stopped. “He called you that? That’s not okay. He disgusts me. And... your suit is nowhere near cheap. It’s quite beautiful and expensive looking if you ask me.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do.”

“Something tells me it’s more than just the suit.” you proceeded to take his mask off so you could clean some of the blood under it when his hands found his way to yours.

“What are you talking about?” you faltered.

Sonny gently pushed your hands away and took off his mask, setting it aside. “We’ve known each other for how long now?”

“About 5 years.”

“Remember when I took you out that one night after your shift?”

A smile crept up on your face under your mask.

“Yeah... I wanted to change out of my scrubs and you waited for me outside of my apartment. When I came out you were breathless.”

When you opened the door, Sonny looked astonished. “Jesus, Y/N. You look amazing.” You felt so confident in your blouse and skirt combo and Sonny liked it. “Thank you, I’m glad you were willing to wait for me.”

“It was a really good night. Probably one of the best nights I’ve ever had after a shift.” you concluded.

“Yeah me too.” Sonny said looking into your eyes. After a pause, he whispered, “Y/N, what the actual fuck are we doing?”

You reached for the alcohol pads and started cleaning off the blood from his face. “I don’t know Sonny. There must have been a reason for the silence.”

Sonny winced from the cool alcohol touching his open wound. He liked how gentle you were with him even though you and him talked less and less during quarantine. He actually thought you hated him. “This is about when I finally became an ADA. Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I thought of you every day. I wanted to surprise you, show you how much I missed you and then COVID-19 hit. Quarantine made me miss you even more, and you were working tirelessly so I knew I couldn’t bother you.”

You finished cleaning off all the blood, trying to process everything Sonny was saying. He missed you? He thought of you everyday? Did it actually mean something?

“I really am sorry.” he whispered. After washing your hands again and setting up the tools to give him stitches, you looked back in his eyes. Here he was, spilling his heart out to you, expressing his love for you, and you couldn’t even do anything about it.

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Quarantine really fucked me over and I should’ve went to you for help. And I should’ve been there when you started out as an ADA. I’m the one who’s truly sorry.”

“Hey. You’re one of the biggest reasons why I was able to become the person I am today.”

You bit your lip. “You really think that?” Sonny nodded in response. You slipped on a pair of gloves and proceeded to give Sonny his stitches. “Can I tell you something that I’ve been meaning to tell you?”

“Anything.” you replied.

“Well, in my head, we belong. And I can’t be without you.” Sonny admitted. “I think you’re my soul mate, we were meant to be. It justifies the amount of times we ran into each other.”

“Well can I tell you something back?” you said, finishing up the last of the stitches.

“Anything- fuck.” he whispered as he felt some of the stitching.

You let out a soft giggle as you finished the last stitch. You cleaned up the area, washing your hands as well, and stood in front of him. “Sonny, I’ve been thinking about you a lot as well. I didn’t know how to approach you, even before the pandemic when we were spending so much time together. I found it hard to find someone like you, after everything, all signs pointed back to... you.”

“I’m here right now with you. Why don’t we make things official?” Sonny whispered. He reached over to your face and pulled off your mask.

“Why not?” you whispered back, letting Sonny pull you closer into a deep passionate kiss.

That had to be the most amazing kiss you’ve ever received.

#law and order svu #sonny x you #sonny carisi #sonny x reader #carisi x you #dominick carisi #ada carisi #svu fic #svu fanfiction #svu #svu season 22 #svu x reader #altsvu #altsvu oneshots

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plaidbooks · 4 years

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Hiiiii love! Can I request a Barba x Reader the first time they meet? And he knows that he wants you???

First Dance

A/N: I...I just keep using Hamilton as my go-to play, and I’m not sure why. I’m ignorant of Broadway, and I apologize. This was also just an excuse to write a gala scene, so I hope you don’t mind! Thanks for the request @infiniteoddball

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For once, everything in Rafael’s life was looking up; he had just secured three tough convictions, with another two looking to be going in his favor. His mother was just granted extra funding for her charter school, and she was able to hire on extra help. The Yankees were going to the World Series and Hamilton was coming back to Broadway, and Rafael had gotten tickets to both. The only slight dim spot was that he had one ticket to those. That he didn’t have anyone to celebrate with, outside of maybe catching a nightcap with Olivia. But now that she had Noah, that was happening less and less. And Rafael realized that with his view from the top of the mountain, he could see how alone he was. With every win, though, that loss sunk further and further into the back of his mind, hidden behind tight-lipped smirks and smartass quips.

He was sitting in his office, going over his final revisions for a closing argument when there was a light knock on his door. “Enter,” he called out, not bothering to glance up.

“Uh, are you Mr. Barba?” a voice asked. He looked up then, not recognizing the voice. His eyes widened slightly as he took you in, but he recovered quickly; you were beautiful.

“I am. And you are?”

“Detective [Y/L/N]…and I’m here to pick up a warrant,” you smiled shyly at him. You had heard all the rumors about ADA Rafael Barba; the good and the bad. He was passionate, quick-witted, wanting justice for the victims. He was also sarcastic, pushy, and downright rude.

Rafael shuffled through some files on his desk. “The Langford’s apartment, yes?” he asked, and you confirmed. He found the correct warrant, pulling it out and glancing over it before handing it to you. Your fingers brushed his, and a jolt ran through him. Smiling brightly once more, you turned to leave with a small thanks.

Maybe it was because of the many wins recently that made him stop you. “Detective?” he called, causing you to stop and turn back to him, hand on the doorknob. Or maybe it was that one loss he still had. “Would you like to get a nightcap with me? I like to meet with the people I’ll be working with.”

Your eyes widened for half a moment before that shy smile was back. “I would love to, but I can’t tonight. Raincheck?”

“Of course,” Rafael replied, a tight-lipped smile and a nod, a clear dismissal. He watched you leave, and he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time; a wanting. A yearning, deep within his heart.

*******************

The next time Rafael saw you was in the precinct, partnered with Carisi and interrogating a hardened pimp. At first, Rafael was concerned that Olivia was letting the two greenest Detectives go at this guy, simply because he wanted an air-tight case against the bastard. But as he watched you and Carisi work, he was in awe at how you conducted yourself, and he found that the wanting, the yearning, hasn’t lessened at all. His mind wandered as he watched you lean over the table, your pants pulled tight over your ass, and he wondered what you looked like under your clothes, what you sounded like when he….

The door opened, and he pulled himself out of the gutter. “Oh, hello Mr. Barba,” you smiled when you came out of the interrogation room, taking his breath away.

“Detective,” he nodded back, a small smile tugging across his own face, as if he wasn’t just picturing you on your back in his bed. “You did well in there.”

“Did hell just freeze over? Because I think you just got a compliment from Barba,” Carisi joked, elbowing you and smirking. Rafael gave him an impressive glare, and you laughed. The sound was so magical, his glare fell flat, and he moved to the Bullpen with you to hear Rollins’ rundown of what they had so far.

Once he got all the information he needed, Rafael stood, pulling his jacket back on and heading towards the exit. “Let me walk you out, counselor,” you said.

“Please,” he replied, surprised, but not unhappy. You followed him to the elevator, hitting the button and getting into the confined space with him. This close, you got to examine the brightness of his eyes, the flecks of grey in his hair, the intoxicating aroma of his cologne. It made your knees weak.

“I’m free tonight, if you want to turn in that raincheck,” you murmured, unsure of yourself. You were a little afraid that when he asked the first time, it was a spur of the moment question, and that he’d decline now.

Yes, Rafael thought instantly, and he almost said it. Almost. “As much as I want to, I’m…busy tonight.” He cursed himself for accepting a dinner with McCoy, to go over his next re-election.

“Ah, no worries,” you replied, your heart sinking.

Rafael hated the look of sadness in your eyes, the rejection obvious on your face. “There’s a charity gala in two weeks. I have to make an appearance to please my bosses, and I’m sure most of, if not all of your department will be there, too. We could try to talk then?”

The doors dinged, sliding open, but Rafael made no move to leave. “Uh, yeah! As long as I’m not stuck working OT…I’m still the new kid on the block, so I get the worst shifts,” you chuckled, rubbing your arm nervously.

Rafael gave you a grin. “I’ll see you then, Detective.” And with that, he left the elevator.

You watched him leave, the doors closing in your face. “See you then, Mr. Barba.”

*********************

You were in a floor length, silver, A-line style dress that had golden details. Looking in the mirror, you felt like you were Cinderella. You felt elegant, distinguished, not something that you normally got to feel. You had worked your way up through the Brooklyn patrol office, making your way to SVU detective—it was rare indeed that you got to dress-up in anything that wasn’t a skimpy outfit for an undercover op.

This was your first charity gala; you had gone to little charity events for the NYPD, of course. But until you had your detective’s badge, there was no pressure to go to events. So, your eyes lit up when you saw the decorations inside the building, your mouth dropping open. Now you really felt like Cinderella as you walked in.

“Hey, partner,” Carisi said, making his way to you. Your grin matched his as he linked and arm through yours, pulling you towards the bar. “Can I buy ya a drink?”

“Sure, Sonny, that sounds great,” you replied, giggling as he dragged you over. You were so glad that you were partnered with Carisi; he had made you feel instantly at home at SVU, and he was instantly your best friend.

You had just finished your first drink when Rafael appeared at the bar next to you, wearing a simple black tux, and making the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Hello Detective.” Rafael got the bartender’s attention, ordering himself a scotch.

“Mr. Barba,” you greeted.

“Please, call me Rafael.”

“Only if you stop calling me ‘detective’,” you smirked back. His eyes sparkled mischievously, and he took a sip of his drink.

“Deal,” he replied. “Now, tell me how you got here. Why SVU?”

*********************

You spent most of the night chatting with Rafael, answering questions and sipping at your drinks. You vaguely noticed that he deflected most questions about himself, focusing more on you. Olivia had warned you that he was a pretty private man, so this wasn’t too shocking to you.

Eventually, Rafael glanced to the dance floor, then back to you. “Care for a dance?”

You felt your cheeks warm. “Uh, sure,” you smiled shyly, taking his offered hand, and letting him lead you to the huge ballroom floor. He kept his hands high on your waist, your hands on his shoulders, as he twirled you around the dance floor.

“So, you said you were going to Hamilton?” you asked idly, swaying with him, his warmth comforting, drawing you in.

Rafael grinned at you. “I am. Have you seen it?”

“I have not. But I was able to snag a ticket before they sold out, so I will be seeing it.”

He spun you around, and he dipped you, making your heart leap into your throat. His green eyes were bright as he pulled you back up. “Would you like to go together?”

“Rafael Barba, are you asking me out on a date?” The song ended, but you both stood there, not leaving the dance floor.

“So, what if I am?” he asked, voice low.

You stood there, dumbfounded, your face on fire. He was attractive, you had to admit. But could you date an ADA, especially one you worked with? What would 1PP think? What would Liv think, Dodds? You were still new; would they fire you for this? Transfer you?

“A-are you sure that’s appropriate?” you asked, voice just as low. The music had started back up, couples moving around you. Rafael replaced his hands on your waist, leading you into another dance, and you jumped to keep up.

“It’s one date—no one needs to know about it. Not yet.”

“And if it becomes more than one date?” you asked, searching his eyes.

Rafael’s eyes flashed, a triumphant smirk on his face, as if he won simply by you thinking about having more than one date with him. “Then we will figure it out. But I’d rather not count the jury before the trial.”

You scoffed at his reference, rolling your eyes. “Okay, theatre date it is,” you smiled at him.

His grin broadened, and he pulled you to him. To the outside world, he was whispering something, probably work related, to you. In reality, Rafael pressed a small kiss under your ear, making you freeze in place, heat creeping up your face.

“I’ll see you then,” he whispered into your ear before he pulled away, leaving you standing on the dance floor. Oh, Rafael loved to win, and he was already planning on how to win your heart.

#rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #answered #infiniteoddball

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palettepainter · 7 months

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The creative ideas aren't flowing so I'm dumping some what-if muppet related ideas that I think are funny

-So I like to hc that Miss Poggy from the Moopets is Piggy's twin sister and Roowlf is Rowlf's twin brother. Foozie, Kermoot and Janooce are all just coincidental look a-likes (though I like to imagine Foozie and Kermoot being darker shades of green/orange and Janooce has naturally black hair). Roowlf is essentially the entire opposite of Rowlf, a bit of a dog if you will. So this idea is Pianoduet themed but the premise of this idea is Roowlf trying to shoot his shot with Teeth and flirting with him, Teeth is amused but is not buying the flirts. If anything he's more confused at how...well, similiar Roowlf looks to Rowlf. Que Rowlf coming over shoving his brother out of his bar

-As well as not being quite as confident or as laid back as the band Liv is a bit of a brainiac. She loves science! While she's not professor level smart it's still a subject she enjoys. So one day she ends up delivering a package to Muppet Labs (I like to think that they renovated a room in the 2015 muppet studio into their own lab and the running joke is that the room looks so much bigger on the inside compared to the other rooms in the building, like the Tardis). Through some way or other, maybe Liv makes some science related joke or she and Bunsen finish some clever science fact in unison. Liv ends up becoming quite close friends to Bunsen and Beaker and is genuinely passionate about their experiments!....Even if that means sometimes she, in comical fashion as is the trademark of the muppets, gets almost scorched and or turned into a guinea pig.

The band - Lips especially - aren't really all that cool with the idea of Bunsen firing a 'faulty but it's still a work in progress' laser at an apple balanced on Liv's head, thankfully Beaker is more or less there to yoink Liv away from danger

-Penny and Laser both have a weakness for silly jokes of the utmost corniest variety. While Laser would get along with quite a few people at the studio if he ever visited Penny isn't as social as him so she . doesn't have nearly as many friends: So, Penny becomes friends with Fozzie, the king of jokes both good, bad and ever corny one to exist. I'm thinking maybe this could happen when Penny came down to the studio to do some emergency outfit modifications for Piggy because Deadly was out ill, and at some point she stepped out to have a break as Piggy is a hard customer to please. I imagine she stepped outside to have a smoke in the carpark or something, and at the same time Fozzie passes by and spots her. Fozzie would have been searching around the studio while Penny was working trying to find somebody to listen to his new jokes, but of course, most people think they're pretty bad, so hey? Who better to try his jokes on thopen a grumpy face like Pennys!

I'm not too sure how the interacting from here would go, maybe Penny starts off as being pretty blunt but ends up telling Fozzie how her day has just been stressful, then maybe Fozzie admitting his luck hasn't been the greatest either. Perhaps he ends the sentence with one of his newer puns he's been workshopping and Penny's eyes widen. Fozzie coughs awkwardly when he believes Penny's silence means she hates it, but then she starts chuckling and the two end up having a nice chatter and become genuine friends

-I don't have enough for this idea to turn it into a full fledged story so perhaps I'll keep it as a comic, but Liv's parents meeting the band. Liv probably told her parents about the band and her new job as their technician shortly after she got it, and then they surprise her by showing up to one of the bands concerts to see her. With how famous the band is and with all the chaos they get themselves roped into, unintentionally or not, I can imagine both of Liv's parents giving them the cold shoulder at first. Awkward, comical tension at first but eventually they become friends

#Dis all I got so far #I got more ideas in my phone but that's charging rn so you get these fresh outta the oven #Muppets #The Muppets #ideas

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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years

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Out Tonight (Part 6)

K!nktober 2020 Kink Bingo!: Nipple Play

<- Part 5

Summary: Backstory, Spanish lessons, and finally some sober sex! 🥳 (This chapter is very NSFW/18+)

For @thatesqcrush’s Kink Bingo challenge! And with this, I finally finish a row!

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The twenty-minute coffee date Rafael Barba had been dreading somehow turned into hours without him realizing it. The summer morning passed quickly until the sun was at its zenith above the turtle pond, and all of the work-related responsibilities he would have been grinding himself to death on had slipped his mind as he wandered through the park with your hand in his.

It turned out that you did have a few things in common. You both grew up in the Bronx. Though when you told him where, he snorted and joked, “What is an upstanding young lady from Spuyten Duyvil doing with a boy from the projects?”

Your jaw dropped when he told you what neighborhood he grew up in. It was an area you were familiar with mainly as a place to avoid, especially, god forbid, at night. The clean-cut lawyer in a sharp suit did not look anything like what you’d expect from the poverty he came from. You just assumed his family was wealthy.

“That’s incredible,” you said, a new surge of admiration for him stoking the fire of your attraction. You scooted closer on the shaded bench beneath a tall oak you’d stopped to sit on, your bare leg pressing against his slacks. You still hadn’t kissed, everything just barely skirting the romantic. The touch of his hand shot electricity through your skin, just from his fingers brushing yours. Neither of you wanted to push things too far, too fast, considering the guilt still lingering between you. “You must be a genius.”

Instead of boasting with the sly, cocky grin you had learned was among his favorite facial expressions, he grew serious, all but a trace of a smile leaving his lips. “I just worked hard,” he said.

“Really hard,” you said, knowingly, squeezing his hand. “Even people who work hard, who are smart… it’s almost impossible to escape that kind of poverty. The fact that you did it is…”

His inquisitive eyes, matching the foliage behind him, were strained as if deciding whether to share something or not. But he did, quietly. “I still work hard. Every day. It feels like if I make one false step, everything could fall apart. But, I have enough to support my mother.”

“And an impressive collection of ties,” you chimed.

He smirked, lifting your hand to casually press a kiss to the back of your knuckles. “And suspenders.”

Your pulse raced. Looking up and down this flawlessly stylish man, it all made sense. “Dressed to kill,” you muttered. “You wear it like a disguise.”

He frowned, the warmth leaving his eyes. You had touched a nerve. “Would it be a disguise if you wore it, or just because I’ll always be poor deep down?”

“I didn’t mean—OK, I get how that sounded. I just mean… you are exceptionally attractive. Like, really attractive. I mean, why am I telling you? You know that. Look at you.” You continued the obsequious flattery until a sarcastic smile appeared in the corner of his lips. “You know, actually,” you admitted, “I only grew up in a good neighborhood because my dad re-married rich. The weeks I was with my mom… she worked three jobs just to support me and a crummy apartment. I could never actually count on what the step-family would pay for, so sometimes I rode on boats with rich people, and sometimes I lived off canned pasta. It was weird.”

He looked at you appraisingly as he assimilated this new tidbit of information. “It isn’t easy, straddling two worlds.”

“Except you worked your ass off to break into one, and I ran away into the woods and got really into trees. Trees don’t judge you for not fitting in.”

“I’m sorry for judging you,” he whispered, his voice turning surprisingly tender. He lifted a hand and gently brought it to your cheek. You closed your eyes as it made contact, his palm warm against your skin, the pad of his thumb soft as it began stroking your cheek. You leaned forward, and he closed the remaining distance, his lips capturing yours, slow and sweet. It was chaste at first, and careful, but neither of you wanted to break it, and as it continued, his arms wrapped around the small of your back and your shoulder, drawing you in deeper as his heady scent enveloped you, the taste of coffee on his tongue as his lips parted.

“Barba?”

Rafael practically jumped out of your arms as an inquisitive voice called his name, leaving you kissing the air. The voice belonged to a tall brunette woman pushing a toddler along in a stroller.

“Liv!” he practically shrieked in alarm, straightening himself.

You looked between them and the kid, and felt like such an idiot. “Oh my god, you are cheating!”

Liv gave you a look, and burst out laughing. “Sorry, sorry, nothing like that. I’m Sergeant Benson, SVU,” she extended you a firm handshake and explained, “I work with Barba on a lot of cases.” She turned back to Barba with an amused smirk. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your date, I just couldn’t believe my eyes. Counselor, I didn’t realize you had a personal life.”

“It’s a new thing I’m trying. How’s Noah?”

“He’s perfect,” she smiled, cooing at the curly-haired child. “He loves the turtles, so we’re going down to the pond. Beautiful day for a nature walk.”

“She knows every tree,” Barba volunteered, puffing his chest out with the same cockiness he used to talk about himself, tipping his head at you. “Go ahead, test her.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Liv said, bemused. She gave a polite nod and a reminder that she still owed Barba a coffee for some legal thing he had come through on (which only gave you a slight pang of jealousy), and then waved goodbye, walking down the path toward the water.

You sat in silence, recovering. Barba was obviously scandalized to have been caught in a compromising position by a colleague, the tips of his ears turning red. You were glad she wasn’t his wife, but didn’t love having to suddenly confront the fact that he had an entire social life you knew absolutely nothing about. It sort of ruined the intimacy of the moment, tearing the cardboard moon out of your sky too soon.

Barba broke the silence first with a low, drawn-out groan. He turned to you, his eyes soft but flashing with passion, taking your hands in his again. “If we start seeing each other… there is a good chance you will get to know Liv in some capacity.” He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, and on the exhale beseeched, “You cannot tell her how we met.”

The earnestness with which he implored you, holding both your hands, made you burst out laughing. He did a poor job hiding his smile as he watched you double over. When you finally contained yourself, you pecked an innocent kiss to his lips. “We can say we met at a bar. We don’t have to mention all the, uh...” Karaoke. Drunken shenanigans. Dubious consent. Whatever you call we-didn’t-have-penis-in-vagina-sex-but-you-fingered-me-until-we-orgasmed. He grimaced with you as you both recalled all of the things you would not be telling anyone about your meet-cute. Then you started remembering his fingers gliding in and out of you, his hungry lips marking up your skin, and a warm shiver ran down your back. He swallowed, seeing the lustful heaviness creep into your eyes and responding with his own.

He nearly kissed you again, wrapping you in a passionate embrace that would have hastened you to a bedroom, but you pulled back. He said “seeing each other.” You thought this was a fun fling with no strings attached, and the idea that he was already thinking about more made your heart sink with guilt. “I should tell you...”

You never got to finish your thought. Liv had only gotten fifty feet when her phone rang. She was yelling into it frantically, demanding answers. Barba’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. Liv stormed back up the path, waving to him. “There’s been a… development,” she said, censoring the case details in your presence. “They need me at the precinct. You’re probably going to want to come, too.”

“I believe I am already being summoned,” he replied, checking his phone.

“Good. I need to call the sitter. Please let everyone know I’m on my way.” She hurried off, and any hint of flirtation was gone from Barba’s eyes as he stood, fully back in cold lawyer mode as he made a phone call, then another to order a Lyft.

He was already walking with quick, purposeful steps toward the nearest exit of the park when he hung up his last call and turned back to you apologetically. You had been trailing behind him, unsure if he wanted you to follow, and didn’t miss that you were an afterthought. But his regret was sincere. And the truth was, you didn’t mind this serious version of Barba at all—the sober Barba who poured his soul into getting justice and would forget a date he had been enjoying the instant duty called—because you’d seen the drunk version who fell apart, sobbing in your arms when he let down the victims. He had a hard side and a soft side, and so far, there was nothing about him that you didn’t like.

Oh god, you had a crush on him.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. It’s an emergency,” he explained, brow furrowed heavily over yearning green eyes.

Oh god, this was only supposed to be a one-night stand. Maybe a few nights, but a stand nonetheless. How dare he look at you like that?

“It’s alright. It sounds important,” you half smiled.

“Can I call you later?” he asked. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and he had none of the confident swagger usually in his voice. It was a small, hopeful sort of question that told you there were real emotional stakes to your answer.

Oh god, did he have a crush on you, too? Did you have a crush on each other? This was terrible!

Drawn in as if by a magnetic pull, you closed the short distance, threaded your hands between his arms and body, and clasped them together behind his back. His lips quirked as his confidence returned. His hands cupped the sides of your face, then his mouth crashed against yours, fired with all of the passion of desire realized and reciprocated, relief, and longing. It was the type of kiss that would have been drawn out and sensual if it hadn’t been condensed by necessity into a hurried goodbye. You were out of breath and overheated when he broke it, seconds later.

“I’ll be waiting,” you breathed. He gave a hungry growl and a sharp, promising stare that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core before running to catch his ride.

***

Barba hated intelligent psychopaths. Even after they’d been put away, there was always some new appeal to fight, a new witness to come forward, some clever misdirection to cast their crimes into doubt. He’d been running around since noon working out deals with witnesses, obtaining warrants, and warning Liv’s detectives that they were being played. Now the sun was hanging low in the sky, and he realized he had never heard Carmen’s futile warning for him to go home already because his secretary didn’t work on weekends when he was pulling overtime. It was just him and his headache.

The time. What time was it?

He sat bolt upright in his leather office chair and groped for his phone. There was a notification from you from an hour ago that he vaguely recalled hearing buzz.

“How’s the emergency?”

He cursed and checked the time. It was getting late. Too late to make a reservation at any of the swankier restaurants he could take you. But he called you anyway, and was delighted when you answered.

“Hey. It’s Barba,” he said.

“I know,” said your amused voice on the other end of the line. “Your contact is in my phone, Sexy Karaoke Lawyer.”

He groaned in a way that was secretly a laugh. “Alright, Lorax. Are you free tonight? I’d like to take you to dinner. Actually, I thought I could make dinner. At my place?”

You gasped with mock scandalization. “Is this a booty call, Mr. Barba?”

He choked. “No. I just—” He stopped stammering when you started cackling like a grinning idiot, and his voice dropped low. “What if it is?”

The sudden shift in confidence caught you off guard, and he heard you swallow. “Then I’ll be there.”

***

It had been ages since he’d had time to make his abuelita’s costillas de puerco recipe. Or rather, it had been ages since he’d made time, considering he hardly had the time to do it now. He rushed through the corner deli at lightning pace to pick up what he needed, and rushed through prep, knowing you’d be over in less than an hour.

He had no idea why he felt such a drive to impress you. Why he needed to see you again so soon when you’d spent hours by his side that morning. The entire short time he had known you had been strange, anxiety-inducing, and guilt-ridden, but instead of hating you, he found himself wanting more.

The truth he didn’t want to admit was, every interaction with you, no matter how awkward, had been underscored by a potent sexual chemistry, and at the moment, he was nothing but a horny teenage boy who wanted to get laid.

That was all. This was some mid-forties hormonal resurgence. Madre de dios, it was a midlife crisis.

Or maybe this was what happened when he stopped getting in his own way. He’d spent years nursing a broken heart, years that turned into decades guarding himself against anyone getting too close. He never thought he’d feel this way again for somebody new. It was too late in life to meet someone who would know him as well as his childhood friends from el barrio, and they were all married by now. But he’d opened himself up just an inch, just for a night, by mistake, and let someone see past the hard, cynical facade, and now he wanted you to know him. He wanted to know you. He wanted to see how this ended. Maybe this was a revelation.

His heart jumped in his chest at the buzz of the door intercom.

***

“Hola, Rafael,” you greeted, and he grinned at the way you pronounced his name with the correct accent. “Oh my gosh, what smells amazing?”

He stood aside and nodded you in. The apartment was tiny, as most city apartments are, but tidy and well decorated. You were immediately drawn to the sturdy dining room table made of solid burl, and admired the natural chaotic pattern of the grain.

“It needs fifteen more minutes,” he said, observing with amusement how you completely ignored the good silver he’d broken out and started stroking the wood.

“What ever shall we do to pass the time?” you pouted innocently. Barba growled low in his throat, cupping a hand around your hip to draw you close, and you responded by pressing your hips flush against his, smiling lustily. Well, you had more or less agreed that dinner was a pretense for a booty call—no reason not to get right to it.

You hadn’t changed, but he was wearing a more casual wine-colored cashmere sweater, and you ran your hand up it, relishing the velvet softness under your palm as well as the shape of his chest. His lips met yours hot and searching, but didn’t stop there. They trailed over the side of your mouth, kissing down your jaw. He pressed wet, hungry kisses along your neck, and you moaned as his tongue lapped over the soft underside of your throat, his hands gliding over your hips. He pulled back by an inch. “Are you sure… you want this?” he murmured.

“God yes,” you moaned with your lips in his perfect salt-and-pepper hair, arousal raising your temperature as your body responded to his touch. “You haven’t been drinking this time?”

“Not a drop,” he replied huskily, somehow making it sound lewd as he resumed kissing the crook of your neck, and over your shoulder. You curled your fingers through his hair, and backed you up until your legs hit the edge of the table, and rested your weight against it, enjoying the feeling of being pinned as you angled your pelvis to grind against his growing erection.

“Oh, Rafa...” you moaned. “Can I call you Rafa?” you asked, not sure if the nickname was too personal. With the emotional baggage of your first night together, you hadn’t been sure if being on a first-name basis was respectful enough.

“You can call me anything you want,” he purred, his teeth gently pinching your shoulder.

You made a deep, chesty noise, sinfully considering that. “Don’t give me such broad permission, or you might regret it… papi.”

He groaned, and you felt his cock kicking against your cunt. Bunching up your skirt over your hips, you rocked your hips against him, panting just from feeling the strength of his arousal through his clothes. “Yes,” he hissed softly, holding you firmly against him as he worked his clothed erection against your panties, growing more excited with every mewl and shudder it drew from your lips. “That night was… moronic… but I remember the way I felt… how much I wanted you.” He turned his head and sucked a light bruise into your neck. “Do you still feel that way?”

You dipped your head to coax him back to your mouth, his pink lips wet with saliva as your tongue tasted them. “I wanted you to fuck me so bad,” you groaned, jerking your hips for emphasis on the word fuck. “But your fingers are very skilled… and your mouth...” You kissed him again, and felt his hand reach between your legs to slide your panties off.

His fingers paused halfway down the elastic. “Is this moving too fast?” he panted, suddenly trying to be reasonable. The kind of thing you would worry about if you were building a long-term relationship.

“Shh,” you hushed him gently. “I don’t want to think about too fast or too slow, or how different our lives are, or what’s going to happen after tonight. We’re just two strangers having fun. Can’t it just be that?”

He kissed you so softly, then. So tenderly that he could only have been subliminally trying to convince you of something more. His heart drummed with possessive affection; he already knew he wanted more than just tonight. At least the primitive, reckless part of him that didn’t overthink and over-plan every decision did. The rational part of him and the part that would say anything to please you came to an accord as he nodded, lips moving against your skin, “It can be.”

You grabbed his wrist and helped him slip your underwear the rest of the way off, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. His fingers didn’t immediately plunge themselves into your drenched folds, and his hips didn’t immediately return to grind against your wetness. His intelligent, cocky green eyes gave you a probing stare.

“Y qué quieres hacer esta noche?” he purred, low and seductive, giving you a choice.

“Oh, papi, me encanta cuándo hablas español. I want you to do anything you want to me. Anything,” you moaned, fairly certain that, with one or two exceptions, you really meant it. This man turned you on in ways you’d never experienced. There was nothing you wouldn’t try if he wanted it, and you knew he’d stop the second you asked, which made you feel bolder.

He chuckled. “Don’t give me such broad permission, dulce naturalista.”

The promise of mischief in his voice made you shiver, your cunt dripping. “Anything, papi. I just… want to know that you want me.”

He hummed. “This dress, this flimsy thing,” he hooked his index fingers through the narrow shoulder straps and tugged. “Did you know I’ve been staring at it all day, thinking about doing this?” He pulled the front down, just by a few inches, and freed your nipples. He dipped his head, and you gasped as he took one in his mouth.

“Oh god, it feels so good,” you whined as he began to suck, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. It was like he had a direct connection to your clit. He wasn’t even touching you there, but a hot pressure began to build between your legs as he devoured your sensitive nipples.

Then he suddenly released, your hard peak popping out of his mouth with a wet sound, and you whined for him not to stop. “Tu no dominas el español, verdad?” he asked.

“Qué?” you blurted, confused, but answering his question by not understanding it.

“I didn’t think so,” he said, a devilish look in his eyes. “You need practice, so I’ve decided I’ll only give you what you want if you say it in Spanish.”

“Pero… Qué pasa si… yo no sé… how to say it in Spanish?” You did want to learn more dirty talk, but this game didn’t seem fair. You wanted him to keep sucking your tits.

“You said I could do anything I wanted...” he reminded you, bringing his hand back to one of your breasts and kneading it tormentingly slowly. “Si no lo sabes, intenta. Practica, practica, practica.”

You wondered if this was some sort of dominance thing, or if he just liked watching you struggle with his native language. It was a bit exciting, though, you had to admit. Your pulse was racing with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment, because you genuinely had no idea how to say what you wanted. “Mis… pechos? Tu lengua. Por favor.” you pointed from his mouth to your breasts.

“Por favor, chupa mis pezones,” he corrected. “Repite.” You repeated it, and before you’d finished the last syllable, he replied, “Con gusto,” and began stimulating your nipples to the point of torture with his nimble lawyer’s tongue.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, your voice high and pleading, “It feels so good.” You bucked your hips into his and curled your fingers around the back of his head trying to force him to keep going, but he pulled back.

“En español,” he chided.

“En serio?!” you complained, but he simply watched you with his eyebrows quirked, waiting. “Me siento bien?” you tried. He smiled approvingly and lowered his sultry mouth to your skin again, flicking your hardened peak while pinching it between his lips. This time he pushed his hips back against yours so you could feel the heat of his erection on your pussy, and it sent new waves of electricity coursing through your body, which was already heaving just with the attention to your breasts. “Por favor, más... Oh god, yes,” you whimpered.

“Qué sabor muy rica, tu piel,” he murmured, muffled in your skin. “You taste delicious.” The vibrations from his speech tore a choked whimper from your lips, and you bucked your hips against his cock.

You bit down on your lower lip, fighting your rising climax even as you lifted one leg, wrapping it over his hip, to hasten it. “I’m gonna—oh god, you’re going to make me come just from this!”

“Voy a venir,” he coached you in a firm, teacher-like voice that nearly made you double over with arousal. “O puedes decir, ‘Me vas a poner a venir.’”

“M-me pon… ah!” he lightly nipped at your sensitive peak, turning the rest of what you were trying to say into helpless babble. “Please, please fuck me… oh god.” Before he could correct you, you remembered what he’d taught you in the bar right before begging you to leave with him so he could fuck your brains out. “Dámelo duro, papi.”

His whole body shuddered as he took in a shaking breath, but sober Barba never lost control until he decided to surrender it. As much as he wanted to fuck you, he was having too much fun teasing you. “You could also say, ‘Quiero que me coges,’” he explained academically, and you growled with frustration, writhing under him, your cunt seeking purchase against his cock. “If you’re going to speak a language, you’ve got to practice it,” he said, his voice far too calm and even for the circumstance, even with its wicked undertone.

“Dámelo! Por favor! Dáme tu pinga!” you begged frantically, rapid-firing off every way to ask for his cock that you could think of. You reached between your bodies and grasped his engorged sex through his tightened pants and stroked him hard from balls to tip. Your efforts were rewarded with an involuntary whine, Barba’s hips jerking forward.

“Me rindo,” he whimpered in surrender. His breath was ragged and he looked ready to fall apart. You purred with victory, but as you slowed the furious pace of your stroking, he recovered enough of his senses to smirk through his lust. “Pero primero, quiero saborearte.” His voice was thick, and his eyes dark as a tropical storm on a Caribbean island. He lifted the leg you’d wrapped around him up onto the table, and knelt beneath you. “Con tu permiso?”

You nodded, gasping sharply even before his tongue made contact with your soaked pussy just from the obscene expression on his face as he opened his mouth and extended the point of his tongue as he slowly leaned toward you. Your hands braced behind you on the table for support. Then you cried out loud when that tongue did hit you, slightly cold from the air, but quickly warming to match you as his mouth closed over your whole cunt. “Ah, que rica,” he sighed into your pussy, lapping at your slippery arousal with broad, languid strokes of his tongue, unhurried, as if he were aiming for no particular goal but to enjoy your flavor. “So wet for papi. Qué buena estudiante eres. Good students should be rewarded.”

He finally stood back up to his full height in front of you and removed his pants and underwear, letting them fall around his ankles, and his cock sprang free. You gaped down at it in awe. “Oh god, look at that cock,” you practically drooled. You automatically reached down and started stroking it, babbling on about what a thick, beautiful cock it was. He was too lost in the touch of your fingers wrapped around his shaft to even complain that it wasn’t Spanish.

“Ah, condoms!” he interjected before pushing himself inside you like every muscle in his body was screaming to do. “I’ve got some in the bedroom.”

You chewed your lip, not sure if this would come off the wrong way since he wanted to be responsible, but you slowly said, “We don’t need to use one if you don’t want. I’m on the pill, and I don’t have any STDs.”

His stormy eyes pierced into you, clearly tempted, but he couldn’t help remarking cynically, “If you give me a disease, I swear...”

“I’m afraid I don’t have my medical records on me, so I understand if you don’t want to take my word for it. I don’t know why I’m blindly trusting you.” That was a lie. Everything about Rafael Barba screamed precision, caution, and consent, and even after such a short time knowing him, you were absolutely certain he would never put you at risk. In fact, there was no way he’d ever have unprotected sex with a stranger.

Except his very next words were, “Fuck it,” and he hooked his arm under your elevated leg, and began rubbing his thick cock through your folds, coating it with your slick arousal. “You are absolutely sure you want this?” he looked at you with soft, understanding eyes, checking for any doubts.

You let out a needy whine, rolling your hips to rub your pussy against the tip of his fat cock. “Te quiero,” you whimpered, intending to say you wanted it, but his cheeks reddened and his heart flipped as you said something better translated as I love you.

You wouldn’t realize your mistake until much later, thinking back on it, or understand why his face was suddenly frozen between tenderness and panic, and then dawning realization, relief, and a small, barely noticeable wince of disappointment.

He entered you slowly, letting you feel every inch of stretch from his cock. Like the rest of his build, it was not the longest you had ever seen, but it was impressively girthy, and each blissful inch he worked you open brought the slightest fraying edge of pain. He knew his size could be a challenge, and was practiced at preparing, and patience. You were already so dripping wet, you didn’t need extra lube, though he had it on standby, and watched you carefully, pausing to let you rest every time he advanced. As he waited, feeling your walls relax to accept him, he ducked his head to your breasts, savoring the helpless squeals you made when he gave attention to what he learned was one of your most sensitive erogenous zones. Every time he flicked his tongue over your nipple or sucked its hardened peak into his mouth, your cunt twitched around him and your back arched to take more of him. It worked so well, he never stopped teasing your breasts, and your silent cries of, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god!” grew in intensity until you were screaming with pleasure, fist clenched in his hair as you held him to your chest, and his balls were pressed tight against your ass.

Panting hard and moaning into your breasts, he began to thrust, slowly at first, but you wrapped your legs around his back and used them as leverage to buck your hips into him, pushing back into each of his thrusts, deepening them and coaxing him to increase his pace. As you angled your hips, he began hitting a deep point inside that made your legs turn to jelly. “Dámelo bien duro,” you tried to say, but it mostly came out as unintelligible gasps and whimpers. His mouth never left your tits and you loved the angle it gave you, being able to watch his face, strained with concentration and clouded with lust, and his tongue working diligently to bring you to a climax that took you off guard with how suddenly it crashed over you. You couldn’t say there was no buildup to it, because you had been in throes since he first pulled down your dress, but he had barely begun to thrust when the heat coiling in your lower back suddenly tightened and snapped, shooting sparks behind your eyelids. “Ah—Rafa!” you wailed, squeezing your fingers in his hair.

He gasped, releasing the globe of your breast from his mouth at the wracking of your body in his arms. Your pussy convulsed, clenching tightly around his cock, coating it in your sweet release, almost too tight for him to thrust through. One more jerk of his hips through your rippling, fluttering muscles and he let out a string of swears, and you felt his abdominal muscles tense up against your belly. He pulled back and thrust into you once more, balls swinging against your ass, and his hot seed flooded you. He panted, trembling, still trying to hold onto you, though halfway sitting on a dining table without knocking off any of the plates was not the most ideal location for post-coital recovery cuddling. He grabbed a few paper napkins from behind you to catch the drippings as he pulled out.

It was over too fast, a testament to how long it had been for him. Both of you, really. But you weren’t disappointed. He made you come almost entirely with that silver tongue of his, and you were still shaking too much to take your weight off the table and put it on your legs.

The timer on the oven rang shrilly, announcing dinner was done.

“After dinner,” he promised, pulling his pants back on. “Quiero más de tu cuerpo.”

You were satisfied, but not yet sated, and looked forward to round two.

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#Rafael Barba x Reader #Rafael Barba #Raúl Esparza #rafael barba x female reader #my writing #thatesqcrush kink bingo #thatesqcrush

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angelasscribbles · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday 12.15.21

Spoilers under the cut

Savage Love Chapter 1

We couldn’t discuss the case out in public, so I asked him about himself.

“Not much to tell, really. I have a sister; a military background and I like horses. And whiskey. That’s about it.”

I peered at him over the top of my glass, “That feels like a very abbreviated version.”

He shrugged, “What about you? Born into the aristocracy, huh?”

I rolled my eyes as I licked the salt off the rim of my glass, “Don’t remind me.”

He laughed, “I get it. Growing up at the palace-“

I sat my margarita down on the table with thunk, “You grew up at the palace?”

He blew out a frustrated breath, “Yeah, but not like-“

“You could have led with that Mr. nothing but horses and whiskey.” I said, imitating his deep cadence.

He smirked, “Women like men with a little mystery to them, right?”

I smiled coyly, “Are you trying to impress me?”

Complicated Chapter 26

“My name is Ana. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.”

“About?”

“The king, could you-“

“Absolutely not! I don’t talk to reporters, now if you’ll get out of my way-“

“I could make it worth your while.”

“I doubt that.”

“I can pay.”

He stopped and turned to stare at her, “A bribe? I’m insulted, I would never-“

She flashed some cash in front of him. A good amount of cash.

He froze, started at it a moment, then glanced around. He quickly took it, counted it and asked, “What do you want to know?”

Other things that are in process, but I don’t really have anything I’m ready to share yet:

Forbidden Passion: Liam spends time with Drake and notices something….

Heir Apparent: They prepare for the paternity test

Leo and Liv: Leo and Liv hang out, Liam and Drake are acting weird

My Best Friend’s Girl: The applewood scene with Tariq is coming up. My challenge, as always with this series, is sticking to canon while adding depth and texture via Drake’s internal monologue.

Hinge: I Just miss this one and am kicking around several ideas. I will probably write another installment before the end of the year.

#wip wednesday #my wip #current wip #work in progress #angelasscribbles #savage love #complicated #riley campbell #agent riley brooks #drake walker #liam rys #choices fic writers creations

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killianglyndon · 4 years

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Confession

Pairing: Nick Amaro x Reader

Summary : In which you and Nick started dating, and decided whether to tell the team.

A/N: This is my first fic that word counts reach 1k, feel free to send me request!

You and Nick were currently making out in the break room. His hands traveled through your body, pulling you against him, and his lips on yours, kissing you passionately. It was like you can’t get enough of him, like you were addicted to him. His trailed kisses along your jaw, moving down slowly to your neck. Neither of you heard the door open.

“(y/n), Liv wanted us to chase down this lead.” Fin walked in and saw you and Nick were all over each other.

As soon as you two heard Fin, you jumped off from each other. “Jesus...how long has this been going on man?” Fin asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

Your face was now in different shades of red . “Umm...three months I think.” Nick said as you looked between Fin and him.

“We were still trying to figure out, so...” you mumbled and tried to straighten up your shirt. “Please don't tell Liv yet.” You asked eagerly.

“Fine, but you two better figure it out before anyone else does.” Fin smirked and walked out of the break room slowly.

“We will.”Nick said while he laid out his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him.

“And you two owns me dinner now.” Fin shouted.

“That was close.” Nick chuckled.

“ Yeah, if it was Sonny, we’re probably doomed. You know he can’t keep a secret.” You joked and put your palm against Nick’s chest.

“So, where were we?” Nick traced his fingers across your cheek, looking into your eyes. He slowly leaned into you, pressing his lip to yours softly yet passionately.

You slide your hand around to the back of his neck, holding him closer and kissing him back with a little force.

(Few weeks later)

After a case went to a successful trial, Liv had invited everyone in the squad to her place for dinner and celebration.

Currently, you and Nick were sitting on the couch, watching the TV show you like, your head leaning against his chest.

Since two of you have made things between you official, Nick had been thinking a lot. Why would someone like you be with him? You sure could be someone good enough for you, someone didn’t have an ex-wife and two children, someone whose life wasn’t a mess, someone who can control his emotional outbursts.

Nick couldn’t seem to figure out why you were still here. Marriage with Maria seemed to be great at first, but when time grew. All it was left is constant fighting, love was not there anymore. Nick sometimes wonder if he did something wrong. Would you leave him too, just like Maria?

He tried not to let his jealousy get the best of him, but sometimes it still got him.

There was one time, you and Nick were interrogating the suspect who kept trying to flirt with you, man, Nick was pissed off. He almost threw a punch on that suspect, if it weren’t Fin came in in time to pull Nick off from that perp.

Nick just wanted to protect you from terrible things, he seen too much bad things happened in SVU, sometimes he was a little over-protective but you understood why he was like that. You knew that deep down, he was just trying to keep you from any bad things that could happen on you.

“Can I ask you something, (y/n)?” Nick asked and turned his face toward you.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” You looked into his chocolate brown eyes, and you noticed that Nick’s tone sounded a little off.

“Why would you want to be with me?” You felt a little pain in your chest that Nick would ever think like this. “I’m sure you can be with someone better than me, someone who won’t lose his shit and control his temper.” Nick said sadly, and his eyes looked away from you.

“Nick, hey, look at me.” You said softly, and you put your hand to caress his cheek. “ Why wouldn’t I want to be with you, Nick?”

“ I don’t know...” Nick mumbled.

“ You are a wonderful man, Nick. I know sometimes you don’t feel like that. But, you have no idea how happy you make me.” You whispered.

“ I’m sorry for asking you that , (y/n).” He whispered back, and looked into your now glassy eyes, wiping off tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s okay, Nick. I get it, really.” You smiled.

“ I guess I am the luckiest man ever, to have a chance to be with someone like you.” Nick trailed his fingers along your cheeks, and his other hand pulled you on to his lap. “I love you, (y/n).”

“ I love you too, Nick.”

(On the day of celebration at Liv’s)

You and Nick decided today was the time to tell the team, since you two have made things between you official for a while. And you two were tired of sneaking around the team, pretending nothing happened between you two.

Everyone was now sitting in the chair, eating and chatting about what’s going on with their life. “ You think now is the time?” You turned to Nick and whispered.

“Yeah, let’s do this.”Nick put his hand on top of yours, and his fingers intertwined yours. “So, guys, (y/n) and I want to tell you something.” Nick declared.

Now, you two have everyone’s attention. “What’s wrong?” Sonny asked curiously.

“Nick and I are dating.” You replied. You can see everyone was a little shocked, trying to process what they had heard, except Fin, obviously. “Wow, how long?” Amanda asked. “Umm...almost six months.” You said.

“I’m happy for you, (y/n).”

“ Thanks.”

“ But I am kind of hurt that you didn’t tell me first. I thought I’m your best friend.” Amanda joked in a mock-serious tone.

“ Sorry. Amanda, I wanted to, really.”

“You better fill me some juicy details later.”Amanda looked at you knowingly. “Wait, why is Fin doesn’t look surprised? You knew...?” Amanda asked.

“I caught them making out in the break room a few months ago.” Fin laughed. “And you two still owe me dinner.” He added.

“Right.” You and Nick said.

“Well, I’m happy for you two, just don’t let it affect the work, okay?” Liv looked at you two.

“ Copy that, lieutenant.”

“And treat her right, Nick. Or you’ll have to answer to me.“ Amanda stated.

“Wait, so when I introduced my Fordham Law buddy to you, you two were dating?” Sonny asked.

“Yeah.” You trailed.

“Oh...that’s why Amaro looked like he wanted to punch me then.”

“No offense, Sonny, but I’ve already got Nick, he’s perfect for me.” You said smoothly and turned to look at Nick. He leaned in to kiss your forehead smiling.

“Young love.” Fin commented, and everyone laughed.

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagine #law and order svu #law and order #danny pino #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu imagine

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alj4890 · 3 years

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Delicate

(Ethan Ramsey x Olivia Nevarkis) (Olivia Nevarkis x Drake Walker) in a Choices The Royal Romance/Open Heart Crackship Series

A/N Picking up directly after Drake's visit and fallout. This will lead into the Christmas season, with Ethan inviting Olivia to spend the holidays with him and his father.

@jooous @krsnlove @nomadics-stuff @twinkleallnight @motorcitymademadame

Masterlist

Part 5

Ethan knew something was wrong. Even without his highly attuned ability to detect the slightest tics and movements people made when dealing with pain, he still would have known that Olivia was upset.

What bothered him was that she felt the need to keep it hidden.

He thought they were well past the stage of not being completely honest. It had been one of the most difficult yet rewarding part of their ever developing relationship. It was terrifying and freeing to be able to tell her anything.

Ethan knew he needed her. He had made it a point to never allow himself to need anyone. He once believed that it was a weakness, something that any sane person should be able to do without. One should be able to stand and face whatever life threw at them without having someone there to help you through it.

Or so he thought until Naveen nearly died.

Then seeing Bryce's reaction when Casey was poisoned.

Those two situations had opened his eyes and made him come to some uncomfortable conclusions about himself.

He was human. And what did all humans share? The ability and need to love...to have someone all their own to be there during life's brightest and darkest moments.

As he finished prepping the turkey breast for tomorrow's dinner, his eyes drifted over to the one he believed was his someone.

He hoped that he had become Olivia's.

"How was your day?"

Olivia shrugged. "Fine for the most part."

Ethan washed his hands then reached for a bottle of wine. Setting two glasses out, he filled them while studying her.

Olivia muttered her thanks when he handed hers to her. She absentmindedly swirled her wine while a slight frown formed.

Ethan reached out and caressed her cheek. When her eyes met his, he allowed her to see his concern.

"Drake came to my apartment earlier." She blurted out.

"He did?" Ethan gestured for them to move into his living room. After settling comfortably on his sofa, he patiently waited for her to continue.

"Yes." She bit out. "He supposedly came on his way to his family's ranch to show me pictures of the progress on the hospital. Her frown eased at that memory. "I can't wait until you see it. It is turning out just like we hoped."

A hint of a smile formed on his lips over this shared dream of theirs coming about. "I can't wait either."

Hearing Ethan say that caused the gnawing worry to grow even more. Was it the beginning of the end for them? Drake's parting words kept repeating over and over her mind. Somehow they seemed more prophetic than insulting the longer she dwelled on them.

"You really think this Ramsey is what you need?" Drake taunted. "One day you'll leave here and he will see the real you in Cordonia. This Boston bubble you're living under is going to pop. What will he do when he sees you as a duchess, mingling amongst the court?"

"You think he'll adore you then? Just wait until he hears all the tales of your years of temper tantrums and cruelty."

"Liv?" Ethan pulled her into his arms. "What happened?"

She didn't want to tell him. She hated this fear Drake had caused in the one area she had come to love. The simple happiness she had found in Boston was now tainted with doubt. He had made her once again hate herself.

Was her act of redemption going to never end? Was she to pay for every word and action she had done for the rest of her life?

Does nothing I do matter?

She closed her eyes tight when Ethan brushed a tender kiss to her furrowed forehead.

I don't deserve someone like him.

His hand rubbed her back in soothing circles while he waited.

Olivia felt tears prick her eyes. He was the only person she had ever known to give her physical comfort. The way he held her as if she was precious to him without trying to turn it into something sexual made her want cry.

She couldn't lose this. Lose him.

But she also couldn't deceive him.

"Ethan," her voice trembled making her hate herself even more for needing him, "You know about my past with Drake."

She felt him tense yet he continued to try and soothe her.

"I do."

She looked up at him and saw his own face etched in worry.

"He...we got into an argument about that and..." It was too hard. She couldn't stand the thought of destroying the way Ethan looked at her. The way he cared for her...

"Olivia," he tried not to let his fear take over of losing her to her former lover, "are you trying to tell me that you..." He couldn't get the words out. He couldn't stand the thought of going back to how his life was before she became a central part of it.

His mind stuttered at that. Medicine had once been his central part. Everything in his adult life had revolved around it. And while it still was a big part of who he was, Olivia had somehow created a niche all her own in that center. Somewhat entwined in it, yet on a personal level, he found that every decision he had made from the moment they met were made about her. From choosing a restaurant she might like to moving to her country to work at her proposed hospital, she had become his life.

Had Drake unknowingly destroyed his life in one brief visit?

"That I what?" She asked.

His blue eyes held her green. "That you want to get back together with Drake?"

Her eyes widened. "Good Lord, no." Her nose wrinkled. "That is the last thing I want."

She felt his arms relax as they cuddled her closer. His forehead dropped against hers as he dealt with the heady relief that her admittance brought.

Realizing he had been scared she was ending things caused a need to reassure him. Her lips met his in a tender kiss. She could feel the deep longing he had for her in his response. He still held her gently as their kiss came to an end.

"What did he say?" Ethan asked.

"He was angry that I don't see the need to keep discussing why our barely a relationship had to end." She bit her lip. "Then he brought up you."

Ethan arched an eyebrow. He had not been around the man enough to form an unbiased opinion. He knew the flare of jealousy was from what he assumed was going to be an attack on his own character in the hopes of stealing Olivia from him.

"What about me?" He didn't bother to hide the annoyance tempering his tone.

"How you'll be when you see me in Cordonia." Olivia averted her eyes. "And how what we have here will be completely destroyed."

His eyes narrowed at such a choice of words. "Why would it be destroyed?"

"Ethan, you," she lowered her head into her hands for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she forced the words out. "You know some of my past already. You've witnessed my temper. But I...I used to be cruel. I've changed these last few years, and it has helped heal relationships I have with some members of the court." She looked up at him to see how he was reacting. "But Drake believes once you hear their stories and see me as the prideful duchess that you will not want to be with me."

"First off," Ethan snapped, "he doesn't know a damn thing about me or how I feel about you. From what I know of you, you deserve to walk into every ballroom with your head held high." He snorted in irritation. "They should be begging for your attention."

Olivia briefly smiled at that. Only he could turn one of her faults into a compliment.

"Secondly, I haven't been known to be the kindest doctor to work with."

"Your patients would disagree."

He huffed. "That's because I work to help them." He pulled her closer within his arms. "Jerk might be the nicest word interns and other medical staff have referred to me." Ethan pressed another kiss to the top of her head. "And my quick temper might give yours a run for its money ." He grinned when he heard her muffled laugh. "And I've never been known for being a forgiving man."

She wrapped her arms around him as she settled her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. "If anyone tells you about me, then--"

"I know who you are, Olivia." Ethan stressed. "I will never hold your past up as a standard to measure your actions by."

Silent tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Don't thank me." He grumbled. "And don't believe what Drake said." He grimaced as a thought struck. "Though I can imagine why he acted like he did."

She swiped at her stray tears. "You can?"

He nodded before resting his cheek against her head. "Who knows how I would react if this was reversed? I might have lashed out at you in frustration if you refused to give me a second chance."

She lifted her head to see his face.

He met her gaze and softly smiled again. "Especially since I am in love with you."

"You--" her lips parted in surprise, "You are in love with me?

"I am."

Olivia knew in that moment what was truly in her heart. All the questions she had asked herself that morning finally had an answer. And all because Ethan had done the one thing that no man had ever done before.

He did not judge her for her past, her name, anything. He accepted her, faults and all, and loved her for every single part.

"I love you too." She smiled against his lips. "I have never loved anyone like I do you."

Their kiss held a new edge to the usual passion. Having expressed their feelings, the need to show just how much they loved one another took over.

While clothes were beginning to be hastily tossed around the living room, Olivia's phone vibrated softly in her purse.

***************

Hearing the beep, Drake cleared his throat. "I know I am probably the last person you want to talk to but I need to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of what I said. I wish..."

He took a deep breath. "I wish you would give me a second chance to show you that I do care the way you wanted me to. I know you're with Ramsey now, but I want to try what you asked me all those months ago. I want to be with you, out in the open."

He lifted his eyes to the ceiling of his hotel room in Kentucky. "I won't keep bothering you. I'll give you time to think it over and wait until the New Year's Eve Ball to hear your answer." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Hana said you told her you'd be back by then. I hope I didn't...didn't ruin what chance I could have."

Pausing once more, he dropped his head in his hand.

"Take care, Libby." He said softly before ending the call.

******************

That night, Oliva felt once more at peace. In the darkness of Ethan's bedroom, she smiled at how he was spooned around her. His slow deep breaths of sleep lulled her even more into the addictive security his presence gave her.

She kept replaying his words of love in her mind. In many ways it surprised her, and yet deep down she thought she must have already known. Every action, every kind word, every kiss had revealed that he had given her his heart. And she in turn had given him hers without even realizing it.

As hard as it was to find some type of silver lining to Drake's hurtful words, she supposed she should be grateful for them. Her sharing it had possibly prompted Ethan to tell her how he felt about her.

She yawned while snuggling back against her doctor. His arms pulled her even closer as he slept.

She felt both exhausted and wired. The day had been filled with one extreme emotion after another. And yet, the words both men had said kept her awake.

Olivia didn't know if she had it in her to forgive Drake. To have someone that you actually trust bring up the worst pieces of yourself as a threat to ruin the one good thing you have...how could he do that to her? She had been hurt when he didn't return her feelings, but this fight today had damaged them to the point that she wasn't sure if she even wanted him as a friend.

I would never say something like that to him if he managed to find happiness with someone else, she thought to herself.

Ethan had been much more understanding of Drake's actions than she could ever be.

She knew it wasn't necessarily a good thing that she never gave people second chances. Why would she after all the betrayals she had suffered in life? She barely needed both hands to count the number of people she had over the years that had never betrayed her.

Had Drake entered into the category she kept for her parents, Lucretia, Constantine, and numerous nobles at court?"

I don't know, she thought. I don't know how I feel over what he did.

She thought about his voicemail. It didn't matter how sincere Drake sounded or that he now wanted to try. His apology seemed hollow. Perhaps it was because he truly didn't know her now. These months in Boston had changed her, possibly even more than she realized.

She wasn't the same proud duchess that had once sworn vengeance to anyone who opposed her. She had learned the difficult art of give and take. She made herself listen and think through everything before losing her temper or forming a hard decision. It had been an ongoing battle, but she felt that she had a somewhat better control than she once had. Today's fight with Drake had proved that she wasn't the same quick tempered, plan to skewer a person on the edge of her dagger she had once been. She had stepped out of her comfort zone and lived for the most part as a normal person, proving to herself that she truly could survive on her own in any situation.

This venture had shown her that she was more than what her ancestors had stressed a Nevarkis should be. The people in Cordonia would most likely still see her as her old self, but she knew and it seemed that Ethan did also who she truly was. Her strength, her refusal to back down from a fight, her very heart had been used for good.

Drake didn't see it. He never saw the potential she had to do something meaningful and right. Maybe it was because she hadn't allowed him to do so. Maybe they really never had a chance to see the best in one another.

Could we have found a way to happiness if we had not spent years torturing each other with our spiteful words?

Deciding that that was a thought that would probably never be answered, she closed her eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.

********************

Weeks went by too quickly for some and not nearly fast enough for others. Edenbrook had closed its doors leaving many with bittersweet emotions. Ethan, Naveen, and Olivia had spent what free time they had packing and shipping their personal belongings to Cordonia. Decisions were made for the two doctors to stay with her in Lythikos while they searched for homes of their own.

While rushing about, Amanda and Thomas came to help a week before Christmas.

On their second night together, the ladies sent Ethan and Thomas to get dinner, giving them a moment to talk alone.

"Did you come for me or for the snow?" Olivia teased when Amanda insisted the two of them take a break from packing and go for a walk.

"Since you have always had the best snow," Amanda replied with a twinkle of mischief, "I always come for you."

She laughed when Olivia snorted.

"Are you excited?" She prodded as their boots crunched in the snow.

"About finally seeing the new hospital?" Olivia linked her arm through Amanda's when they entered a nearby park. "Of course."

"I am too." Amanda took a deep breath and cut her eyes toward her friend. "And I am very excited to see you and a certain doctor together at the New Year Eve's ball."

Olivia didn't bother to mask how happy she was. "I have something to tell you."

"Oh?"

"Ethan, he...on Thanksgiving, he admitted he is in love with me."

"About time." Amanda grumbled playfully. "Each time I visit, I see just how much he does love you."

Olivia stopped their progress through a path of lighted trees. "You knew all this time? Why didn't you tell me?"

Amanda's laughter at the death glint in Olivia's eyes echoed across the park. "Because you would have dismissed it like you always have whenever I brought up heartfelt emotions."

She placed a hand on her hip and somehow did a convincing impression of Olivia. "Please. No man can truly capture a Nevarkis heart, much less make me willing to be his," Amanda managed to twist her lips in disgust like Olivia's as she flicked her hand in a very recognizable gesture, "love slave."

Olivia rolled her eyes while struggling with her laughter. "I don't sound like that."

"Not now that you're in looovvve." Amanda responded playfully.

"Why do I share things with you?" Olivia muttered.

"Because you love me." Amanda wrapped her arm around her. "Not as much as you love Ethan, but I can live with that."

Olivia snorted again as she tried to brush it off. As hard as she tried, a soft smile formed on her lips. "You're right."

"I am happy you both know how you feel about one another." Amanda's teasing turned serious. "It would have driven you crazy with trying to guess."

"I suppose it would have irritated me." Olivia admitted.

“I know it would have driven me insane watching you both tiptoe around the issue.” Amanda grumbled.

“It surprised me.” Olivia admitted.

“It did? Why?”

“I--I suppose I didn’t expect it to happen.” She felt embarrassed just saying it. “I don’t think I ever thought I would meet someone to feel like that... I never thought of any of it happening to me.”

Amanda's heart ached at realizing just how damaged Olivia still was over her parents. Nothing hurt her more than seeing her friend still believe that she was unworthy of love. To be this surprised over a man falling in love with her proved how much she doubted herself. Perhaps it was why Olivia continuously pushed herself to serve Cordonia in any way possible. It might be why she never backed away from danger.

Compliments and recognition had been the closest she had to receiving love in her life

Amanda felt herself adoring Ethan even more for showing Olivia that she herself was loveable. She wasn't the prickly cactus that she had given Liam at his coronation. She had a tender heart, one that any person would be lucky to earn.

"I love him." Olivia broke into Amanda's musings. "It's different from what I once felt for Liam."

Amanda squeezed her in a side hug. "One sided love usually is different. Having someone give their heart to you and work in the hopes of you giving them theirs, I can't think of a greater gift than that."

Olivia nodded. "Ethan does that. I thought that maybe after we admitted our feelings that he would slack off trying to," her brow furrowed at trying to find the words.

"Sweep you off your feet?"

"Yes." Olivia's nose wrinkled out of habit over something so sappy. "He now seems to work even harder to not only keep my love but to make me love him even more."

"Good." Amanda linked her arm through hers again. "He better or he will have me to deal with."

Olivia burst into laughter. "And what will you do if he doesn't?"

Amanda's smile grew. "Don't worry. I've been trained by the best on how to torture a man." She winked at her friend. "You always did give the most interesting lessons."

*****************

Christmas was approaching and with it, Ethan invited Olivia to drive to Providence to spend Christmas with him and his father.

She was both excited and extremely nervous to meet his one family member he had a relationship with.

She was completely out of her depth in this situation. She had never had a man invite her to, "meet the parents,". She knew though how big this was for Ethan to include her in his family's Christmas tradition.

He seemed so happy, so proud, to introduce her to his father.

The drive over had been filled with his sharing some of his childhood memories. Her hand had remained in his as she watched the play of emotions on his face. He was opening up to her again, showing how much he trusted her with these bits of himself.

The modest, in need of a new coat of paint home had surprised her. She didn't know why she expected Ethan to have had a childhood a tad more luxurious than this. He seemed so cultured at times, that it impressed her even more that he had learned all of it on his own.

Ethan's father, Alan, had come outside to welcome her while helping with their luggage.

The genuine delight in the elder's face at meeting the woman his son had brought home made her feel slightly giddy. He teased Ethan with saying he had not done nearly enough in describing how pretty she was.

"I did." Ethan teased back. "You just didn't pay attention."

The three shared a meal with Olivia watching in fascination at their closeness. So many of her friends either had parents dead or were not close to them at all. This was something entirely new.

Alan had charmed her into sharing a little about herself. His understanding smile and deep laugh had made her relax. After dinner he pulled her away from the table while ordering Ethan to do the dishes.

"You're taking her to the mantle aren't you?" Ethan grumbled while fighting a smile.

"Don't worry what we're doing." Alan reciprocated. "Just make sure to soak that pan before putting it in the dishwasher."

Olivia allowed herself to be ushered into the small den. A Christmas tree stood with slightly old ornaments next to a warm crackling fire. Her gaze lifted to the different sized picture frames on the mantle.

Picking up one that seemed to be the oldest, Alan handed it to her. "This was a few weeks after Ethan was born."

Olivia's lips curved at seeing what looked like any other baby. She studied each picture he handed her, giving her glimpses into Ethan's life. Her smile grew at a photo of a ten year old Ethan smiling while puppies crawled all over him.

She then noticed the woman in the background.

"That's his mom." Alan's joy seemed to dim some. "She had been the one to decide we go to a nearby farm to let Ethan choose a puppy for his birthday."

Olivia studied the image of the woman who had so easily left her husband and son.

How could she do that to him?

The sound of Ethan returning caused Alan to quickly switch the picture for another one.

"Here he is with his first car."

"Dad." Ethan grumbled good naturedly. "I'm sure Olivia doesn't want to go down through every mundane event in my life."

"I do." Olivia blurted out. Heat flooded her cheeks. "I like seeing your childhood."

Alan beamed at her. "Here's one of my favorites. He was around five years old and had opened a clinic for stuffed animals."

"Did he?" Olivia cocked an eyebrow at Ethan.

"I'll have you know that I save many from losing their limbs." Ethan smiled at her laughter. "I had to since most of the injuries my toys suffered were from my rigorous playing."

The three sat down and began to talk about Ethan moving to Cordonia.

"You will have to visit." Olivia insisted. "You will always be welcome in Lythikos."

"I plan to." Alan stood and stretched. "I think I'll leave you two to get some sleep." He patted Ethan's shoulder then squeezed Olivia's hand. "I'm so happy you're both here."

Ethan settled his arm again around Olivia once they were left alone in companionship silence.

"Your father is very kind."

He chuckled. "Yes, I know. Nothing like me."

She smirked at him. "Don't sell yourself short. You have your moments."

"I do, huh?"

"I think so." She snuggled closer within his arms.

Smiling to himself, Ethan reached into his pocket.

"Olivia?"

"Hmm?"

He held a box out to her.

She sat up with a start when her eyes fell upon the little velvet box.

"I think you know what I'm about to ask." Ethan said softly as he opened it for her.

Carefully lifting the diamond ring that sparkled in the firelight, he paused right at the tip of her finger.

"You know how much I love you." His vulnerability was once more on display. "You make my life better than I thought possible. I need you, your passion, your heart." He glanced down at her hand trembling in his grasp. “I can’t imagine a life without you by my side.”

His bright blue eyes lifted once more to her green ones shimmering with unshed tears.

"Olivia, will you marry me?"

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Vote For My Next Story

I'll try to keep this short. YOU&ME has ended, and it was a big part of the last few years of my life (along with AM Conversations). It'll probably always be my favorite and best story but that doesnt mean i want to stop writing.

please, know that the oneshots ideas are independent from the story ideas, meaning that i can write a story AND oneshots at the same time so let me know if youre interested!

(click on the read more to read the 10 synopsis of the story ideas I’d like to write)

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-oneshots ideas for what happened after the story, before the story, or even in-between chapters in the story. you can send me ANY idea that you would want to read between Liv and Niall or other characters.

-oneshots ideas for any "what if" you can think of (i.e. what if one of them didnt love the other, what if they hadnt seen each other at the bakery, what if Liv had dated Louis, etc)

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all the ideas are AU.

#2 #8 and #9 will include a few of the 1D boys.

despite the title, #4 is a Niall fic

titles may change

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1- UNPREDICTABLE

They haven't seen each other since high school and they hadn't missed each other at all. In fact, they never really could stand each other. Her, a bit of a rebel, listening to punk music, searching for trouble whenever she could... and him, the good boy, popular and loved by everyone, who could rarely be seen without his guitar. It's been a few years already but not many things had changed and they still didn't have anything in common... except one thing. Both of them aspired to become famous with their music. With a twist of fate, they end up in each other's lives again and if they can put aside their resentment for one another, maybe they could bring something incredibly precious to each other. But nothing has ever been uncertain.

This is the story of two opposite persons who share a burning passion that may slowly bring them closer... or make the hatred they already feel for each other even more intense.

2- D.N.A. (daddies now available)

The test was positive. I was pregnant. The problem was, I didn’t know who the father was. It could be my ex boyfriend Liam, his best friend Niall or my best friend Louis. Or maybe it could be that boy I randomly had sex with, Harry... I had no idea and I was not going to find out soon.¸

All I knew was I had to tell four boys that there was a possibility for them to be a daddy in less than a year. Can you just imagine their reaction?

Contrary to all expectations, they accepted their fates.. somehow. And no matter who his daddy was, “little human” was going to get a lot of attention from a lot of men. Exactly like me.

This is my pregnancy story. And it was just the beginning of a long journey.

3- MEANT TO BE

When they first met, Louis was all *MAIN GIRL* ever wanted. However, a decade later the high school sweethearts had change and she felt like most of the sparkles she once had were now gone. Then she met Niall and it clicked instantly and intensely and since then, they’ve been seeing each other in secret, lying to their whole entourage about the nature of their relationship. Feelings started to grow, things started to change, and maybe, just maybe, it’s meant to be. Or maybe not.

A tale of broken hearts, unforgettable love and many… way too many lies.

4- LIVING WITH LOUIS TOMLINSON

Call me Queen Catastrophe. I lost my job, my boyfriend, my best girl friend and my apartment on the same day. Just a little friday afternoon like all the others, right?

Thank god, my best friend Louis was there to save the day. Nothing unusual. I was supposed to crash at his apartment for one night and then walk on my pride and go back to my parents to admit how much of a failure I really am.

However, Louis had other plans : he wanted me to move in with him. That’s when my story really starts. Mutual feelings, drunken sex, grocery shopping, fights that end up with porcelain thrown around the kitchen (I’m an intense person, I know) but most of all, his best guy friend stealing his (our, now) couch at least 5 nights a week.

I despise Niall Horan with all my heart. Him and his stupid charm, his flirty smile and his hands that always ended up in places they shouldn’t. He was threatening to come between Louis and I. He was slowly taking more space in our apartment… and in my heart.

Fuck, I hate Niall Horan with a passion.

5- FOR YOUR LOVE

After months of trying to get pregnant, Niall and his long-time girlfriend found out she was sterile. The news obviously shook their relationship and sparked a few arguments but after a long discussion, they found only one solution : hire a surrogate mother. As days go by, Niall's relationship gets harder and harder to save, and his connection with the surrogate mother of his child becomes tighter. Soon, he gets caught in feelings he can't explain and definitely can't understand. But life is not as easy as just following your feelings.

A story of unsettling feelings, confusing relationships, a deep and strong connection but mostly, decisions impossible to make. Can this really end well?

6- DATING FOR DUMMIES

*MAIN GIRL* has tried blind dates, dating apps, and speed dating to find her soulmate with no good result. Niall has tried pretty much the same without much more success. With all the bizarre, creepy and incompatible persons they meet, they're so close to give up on love until they meet each other through a friend. After a bottle of wine and a long discussion, they start thinking that maybe they were the problem, and that they're too dumb for dating. That's when they decide to make a list of what they individually want and need on a first date and finally decide to try it together. Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and they will both realize that feelings can't be controlled.

When all else fails, the solution will always be to follow your heart.

7- THE BREAK-UP PLAN

*MAIN GIRL* and Niall's relationship had started when they had barely entered their teenager years. Now, over 10 years later, they feel like something is missing. They didn't know anything else besides each other and it had to change. They still planned on spending forever together but their lack of experiences and mistakes seemed to be an obstacle between them.

They agreed on break that was not really a break. for six whole months, they would be able to do whatever they wanted to do with whoever they wanted to. Going to parties, leaving for a whole weekend with friends without giving any news, dating and even screwing whoever they wanted, nothing was out of reach.

They only had one rule : honesty. Every friday night, they'd meet and spend the whole night together, talking, making out or just cuddling until they'd fall asleep, to make sure their love was preserved.

Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and seeing the person you love the most in the world be happy without you is something almost impossible to accept.

A story about angry tears, painful jealousy, sweet sweet revenge and realizing who your real soulmate is. Watch out, it's gonna hurt.

8- HOT MESS

*MAIN GIRL* has always been a bit of a rebel who didn't really care about much. She just enjoyed life the way she wanted to and never really paid attention to anything else. If she wanted something, she did everything she could to get it, no matter who she'd hurt in the process. After a few years away from her hometown, family and friends, she finally comes back to realize that a lot of things have changed. Jumping in her twin brother Liam's life without being invited, she's about to make a mess of everything he had made so much effort to build by flirting with every single one of his friends without any shame. She's not looking for a relationship, she's just looking to have some fun and break a few hearts... but perhaps, she's about to make a mess of her own heart.

Sometimes, you play the game and some other very rare times, the game plays you.

9- 15 Complicated Rules

I have no idea how I got into this mess but somehow, I ended up with 4 different fuck buddies. I thought I was going crazy until I made a strict schedule of the days and time I would see them, and wrote down a few rules I had to respect myself. A useful guide to manege my 4 fuck friends. Monday for my ex boyfriend, tuesday for my co-worker, wednesday for my old best friend and thursday for a family friend. It could work, right?

I've never been much of an organised person but I honestly thought I could make this work. Everything went as planned for a few months until I broke one rule after the other. That's when I knew I was in deep shit. These are my 15 complicated rules to have fuck buddies. And this is the story of my downfall and the incredible mess I put myself into. After all, rule 15 was 'Never Fall In Love' and I guess that's something I couldn't control, even if I wanted to.

10- DISCONNECTED

When *MAIN GIRL* switches college to finally follow her dreams, she was ready to face anything and everything that would come her way. After all, she had been through so much already, right? The problem was, she didn't expect to be stuck in a room with someone who gets on her last nerves because of a paperwork mistake. Despite trying to find an other place to live or spend her time talking to the administration, she had to face the fact that this situation wouldn't change for a few months. Niall knew how to piss her off and he clearly abused that superpower, doing anything and everything he can to annoy the most pretentious and stuck-up person he had ever met. Perhaps fate is having a good laugh, because they seem to get stuck together way more often than not, but it's not until they let down their defense that they will see who the other really is... if that ever happens.

Apparently, some people are in your life to teach you something and make you grow. Perhaps, if you take the time to listen to them and open up to them, your karmic soulmate can turn into your twin flame... or not.

11- NEW ANGEL

When *MAIN GIRL 1* breaks up with Niall, he takes it harder than he thought he would, realizing in the process all the feelings he had for her. After a few weeks locked by himself in his room, his friends take him out on a crazy night and he decides he needs someone else, if only to get over the girl he loves. That’s when he meets *MAIN GIRL 2* and bring her back home. However, on the next morning, he realizes he doesn't want her to leave, and that despite the feelings he has for *main girl 1*, he could definitely develop something with *main girl 2*. Everything is going amazingly well for a few weeks until what Niall never thought would happen actually happens : *main girl 1* calls him to tell him she regrets leaving him. Now confused and stressed, Niall is going to have to make a choice between the girl he thought he'd spend his life with, and a girl he just met that makes his heart race. And he's going to get help on his journey from someone he would never have thought of.

A story about making choices, creating connections, messy hearts and confusing emotions.

(i have many ideas for this one but i dont want to give everything away!)

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