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rqgnarok · 4 months

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leave a light on - nolan price

prequel for love you better now, but can be read individually

fandom: law & order, law & order special victims unit

wc: 4,735

warnings: canon presence of injuries, blood, violence, weapons, and hospitals. female reader.

summary: nolan's wife gets shot. he tries and fails to deal with that.

author's note below! masterlist / ko-fi / ao3

Nolan misses Liv’s call thrice before he calls for a recess.

The first two he’s stuck cross-examining the DA’s witness and he doesn’t realize how many times Liv has tried to get him on the phone until the third time she calls. He can’t answer, obviously– Judge MacNamara is lenient but not enough for Nolan to take a call in the middle of the day– but the call goes to voicemail and his screen lights up with Liv’s other attempts to reach him.

He immediately knows it’s bad. And he immediately knows it’s about his wife.

His chest constricts with his panic, breath catching and refusing to enter his lungs as his brain tries to catch up to the situation. The courtroom is suddenly too small and suffocating, his tie a noose around his neck.

It takes McNamara calling his name several times and the DA snidely wondering if the defense needs a minute for Nolan to somewhat snap out of it, pressing on Liv’s contact before the judge finishes adjourning for the day.

“Nolan,” she says, shaky.

Not Price, which is what he’d expect from his wife’s coworker. They’re all friends, sure, but during work hours they fall into the habit of keeping everyone at arm’s length. Not right now, for some reason, and Nolan is tiptoeing the line between fine and about to crumble on the courthouse steps from a knock-out panic attack.

“What happened?” Because something must’ve happened. His wife has one of the most dangerous jobs out there, life-endangering experiences being the norm and coming home not-dead being a good day. But if Liv is calling– if Liv is calling and (Y/N) isn’t…

Nolan has been psyching himself up for this day since (Y/N) first told him about joining the police academy. He’s still somehow not ready.

He will never be ready for this.

Olivia hesitates for a second too long and Nolan’s fear gets the best of him. “Olivia. What happened?”

Her voice cracks at (Y/N)’s name. Nolan grips his briefcase so tightly on the way to the hospital that his hand goes numb, nails digging into the skin of his palm until it’s red and tender.

The knot of anxiety in his belly doesn’t unclench despite the quick, easy ride to the hospital. New York traffic seems to be doing him a favor, but it isn’t the physical distance he’s worried about. That one at least he’s able to cross. There’s nothing he can do if his wife is… if she…

Nolan finds a sea of cops and NYPD blue as soon as he crosses the threshold into Bellevue, worried and talking over each other as they watch over one of their injured own. None of them are familiar faces and his panic increases tenfold, the sound of his heartbeat in his ears drowning out doctors, officers, and detectives.

Suddenly, the sea of people parts for her, and Olivia is in his line of sight, giving Nolan’s brain something to focus on other than the never-ending possibilities of what he might be facing here. She looks disheveled, shirt askew and vest still halfway on; her hair out of place, and her expression haunted, but no blood. There’s no blood on her and it's an important distinction for Nolan to make when she seizes his free hand in hers.

“Nolan,” she says, and her voice sounds like static, just like it did on the phone. It isn’t the line but Nolan’s brain filled with noise, like cotton in his ears and mouth and eyes stopping him from receiving the world clearly. “Nolan, are you okay?”

“What happened?” he asks again. Liv hadn’t explained, not really. She only told him that (Y/N) was hurt and they were taking her to Bellevue. You should come too, she’d said, and should had sounded more like need, which did nothing to soothe Nolan’s raising hackles.

Nolan’s breath stutters. He knows what happened, but he can’t comprehend it. The hand holding his briefcase is shaking. He asks once more when Liv only blinks at him, mouth open and no words coming out. “What happened?”

“We were chasing a suspect via foot,” and Nick’s there, too, by Liv’s side, like an apparition Nolan might’ve conjured. His brows are furrowed, jaw tense. “We caught him mid-rape and separated to cover more ground. No one had mentioned a gun during their disclosures, he wasn’t supposed to be armed.”

“(Y/N) caught up to him first,” Liv continues, voice dry, shaking her head. “He– Shots went off but we didn’t know– he must’ve known we were onto him. Got his hands on a gun after the first wave of assaults.”

Nolan bites the inside of his cheek. He tastes blood and thinks of his wife, and stops.

“She was alone for two minutes tops,” Nolan wonders if Liv thinks she’s being reassuring. “She’d been shot, we called a bus right away.”

“Where?” Nolan asks tightly.

Liv blinks. Nick answers, “What?”

“Where, where in her body was she shot, how–” he struggles for a full breath and only comes out half successful. “How bad is it?”

Silence.

“Did you– did you not see her?” he wonders, biting. Nolan turns back and forth between his wife’s coworkers, losing his patience. “Were you there, was she– Jesus, Liv, how bad is it?”

“The bullet hit her chest,” Nolan loses all fiery, defensive passion right then and there. His own heart stops for a second, or at least that’s what it feels like when his chest is engulfed by a pressing ache that numbs him all over.

“They took her straight into surgery,” Nick continues when Nolan doesn’t say anything to that, unable to leave his partner to the wolves. “Liv rode with her in the ambulance but there wasn’t– it’s in their hands now. They’re taking care of her, pal, okay? She’s getting help.”

Where was the help when she was alone chasing after a fucking criminal, where the hell were you, huh he wants to say; wants to shout and curse and point and make a scene, but the words get stuck in his throat and in the next blink he finds himself seated in the waiting room, still surrounded by cops.

God, Nolan thinks, pressing his fingers to his tightly closed lids. When, in their fifteen years of knowing each other, could he have seen this coming? The bright-eyed, furiously righteous kid halfway through law school and the pretty girl who took one of his classes as an elective, only to completely destroy one of his classmates during a debate that made up half their grade.

Nolan had watched, mouth barely open in amazement as quiet, back-of-the-class (Y/N) didn’t flinch while delivering the final blow and bringing her team to victory. She snuck out before he could talk to her– do something stupid like congratulate her with stars in his eyes and an invitation for coffee on his tongue, but it didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter because the next weekend his roommate dragged him to a party and she was there, she was everywhere now that Nolan was unconsciously looking out for her. He ran into her in the hallways from one class to another, in the library, at parties and restaurants. It was like the world was screaming at him here! Here, look this way! Here it is, the rest of your life waiting for you! All you gotta do is look!

He’d been there for hours already, bored and annoyed out of his mind when he saw her across the room. After nursing the same red cup of warm beer and looking at his watch every couple of minutes, calculating the appropriate time to bail he saw her. She’d been leaning against a wall, her expression changing from concealed humor to disbelief to a laugh that had her hiding behind her hand, entertained by whoever she’d been speaking to.

Who it was, Nolan doesn’t remember. He doesn’t even think about the cliche of it all, how the world faded when their eyes locked across the room and (Y/N) gave him a smile, shy, shrugging and turning back to her conversation.

The funny pressure on his chest didn’t dissipate when he finally got a chance to exchange words with her. After the final exam, Nolan left the lecture hall and sat heavily on a bench by the door, catching his breath from the adrenaline of a month worth of study finally being over.

(Y/N) was there, too, smiling sheepishly up at him as she crouched against the wall, elbows on her knees. Her expression brims with shy recognition as she nods. “How’d you do?”

She was talking about the exam. Nolan’s embarrassed to this day by the time it took for him to catch up. His cheeks were flushed when he answered. “I’m, uh, not flushing out yet, I hope.”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

“Ask me after I’ve slept some 12 hours,” he sighed, messing nervously with his hair. “Things usually seem less dire by then.”

“Would some coffee do the trick?” and Nolan didn’t know it then, but (Y/N) was nervous, bravery swelling inside her chest as she asked him for the first day of the rest of their lives. In the end, she’d been the one to catch up to all the signs, all the serendipitous opportunities to finally end up where they were supposed to.

“Coffee can work,” Nolan, young and eager, said slowly. He couldn’t stop grinning, high with lack of sleep and the attention of a pretty girl. “You’re buying?”

“It’s only fair,” she shrugged, but there was something giddy about her expression that he still sees in her face to this day sometimes, bright and young. “You look like you’re about to drop dead.”

“And I still seem like worthy company?”

“I think we can pull a few good hours out of you yet,” a few hours, a few years; Nolan will be as sleepless as he was then on his wedding day out of pure excitement. They’ll have spent the night before the ceremony talking on the phone while they slept in separate rooms because their friends are sentimental little fucks like that and wouldn’t let him even kiss her goodbye before the big day.

He’d described the few hours apart as agony in his vows, had made the crowd laugh and (Y/N) cry with the sentiment, and he wishes he hadn’t now. He shouldn’t have said a damned thing, shouldn’t have manifested any sort of agony into their lives because now the illusion cuts off sharply, and then he’s back in the waiting room, a nurse calling (Y/N)’s name while he plays with his wedding ring and bites the inside of his cheek, staring blankly into the hallway.

Liv’s still there for some reason, as are some other officers and Amaro, while the others hunt down the man who landed their friend in the hospital. Munch had snapped at the Captain when he told him he couldn’t stay. Fin had to lead Amanda out of the hospital by the shoulders, too stricken to do it herself.

Liv and Amaro stand when they hear the nurse but it takes Nolan a few moments to gather himself back together enough to pay attention. She tells them, gently, “She’s out of surgery. She lost a lot of blood, but only some of the bullet’s fragments hit her heart. It was touch and go but the doctor was able to extract all of them.”

Nolan’s lungs open up and he gets the first full breath washing over his body since Liv called. He must make a sound, because the attention in the room shifts to him, suffocating and inquisitive. His vision blurs for a second, not because of tears but adrenaline, his heartbeat pumping in his ears.

“She’s extremely lucky,” she continues, and she’s looking right at Nolan when she says this, like it's supposed to help. Like that’s what luck means, almost-but-not-quite bleeding out while your heart is stitched up back together. “Most people with injuries like this don’t even make it past the ambulance.”

Nolan closes his eyes in anguish. He presses his closed fists against his forehead, elbows on his knees, back hunched. It’s almost like he’s trying to disappear into himself, away from the image of an ambulance opening its doors when arriving at the hospital only to be met with his flatlining wife, the sound echoing through his brain and overriding every other of his senses.

“There’s still a long way to go,” she continues, softer, realizing she’s hit a nerve. She turns to Liv and Nick, who are paying rapt attention even as Nick walks close to him to put a hand on Nolan’s shoulder, tight and steady. “She won’t wake up anytime soon. Her body needs rest and to recuperate from the most acute of her injuries. And the doctor would like to talk about next steps once she does.”

Next steps, Nolan thinks. Next steps, the only next steps he’s aware of are those that lead to his wife, the nurse walking him to her room. Olivia and Amaro trail behind him like a couple of guard dogs, standing alert for any sign of Nolan backing out or collapsing into his grief.

He just might. He feels queasy, nauseous with exhaustion and worry. But then he sees his wife, and, really, nothing else matters.

“Sweetheart,” he says, devastated, walking to her bed across the hospital room. “Oh, honey.”

Despite his eagerness to touch her, Nolan flails when (Y/N)’s finally within arms reach. She looks asleep for one blissful, hopeful moment, but then Nolan blinks and the light settles; the ashiness of her skin, the uncomfortable placing of her body, the blank expression devoid of dreams or nightmares or consciousness.

He’d usually be embarrassed to have a witness to such a personal display of affection, but not even Liv and Nick standing tall at the door can stop Nolan from eventually cupping (Y/N)’s face in his hands and kissing the apple of her cheek, lingering and gentle. He’s afraid of touching the rest of her, of jostling her too badly, but the steady noise of the heart rate monitor is a constant, loud reminder that (Y/N) won’t fall apart that easily.

Liv and Nick linger behind him, talking quietly amongst themselves in sharp whispers. It might or might not be an argument, and in Nolan’s mind it feels like both an eternity and a couple of seconds. He would kick them out if he could gather the energy to care about it. Eventually, Benson takes a few apprehensive steps into the room, seemingly having lost whatever fight she and her partner were having.

“We’re on our way out,” she murmurs. “There’s a lead on our guy, the Captain’s calling us all back to the precinct. But if there’s anything…”

She trails off. Nolan doesn’t answer, studies instead the bridge of (Y/N)’s nose and the shape of her eyebrows, tries to count her eyelashes and catalog the bruises on her face. Liv sighs defeatedly and reaches for him.

“Whatever you need,” Liv says firmly with a hand on his arm. Still, her steady presence is undermined by the way she keeps looking at (Y/N) like she’s already attending a funeral. Nolan suddenly can’t stand her, even if she rode the ambulance with (Y/N) to the hospital and kept her semi-conscious until the doctors took her off her hands. “We’re here for you, alright? All of us, Nolan. I’m serious.”

“Thanks,” he says, voice rough and cracked from swallowing down his panic and tears. He clears his throat but it does little to clear up his words. “Thank you, Liv. For everything.”

Her lips tighten in an unpleased line, but she nods and leaves the room with one last squeeze to his shoulder. He’s being ungrateful, the fact doesn’t escape him. Liv’s the one who found her, who held her hand in the ambulance before they drove her off to surgery. Nolan owes Benson his life.

The thought alone makes him so nauseous he has to clench his eyes shut, jaw tight, entire body trembling. God, what would he have done? What will he do, if something happens to (Y/N)? She isn’t out of the woods yet and if something goes wrong, if her body decides to cave in, if the wound gets infected, if there’s something they didn’t catch, if, if, if, if–

He lifts his head and catches his wife’s face, lax and motionless. Once again, the panic settles. He hasn’t gotten the chance to let it unfold the way it needs to.

“I finally got you on your own,” Nolan says, soft, careful not to disturb the semblance of peace in the room. (Y/N) doesn’t answer, no matter how badly Nolan wants her to. “You’re very popular. A tough one to find these days, you know.”

She wasn’t even supposed to be in today. Cragen had called mere hours after they’d gone to bed– at the same time for the first time in weeks– and Nolan had done his best to stay up after the phone rang and (Y/N) began quickly getting ready. She’d kneeled next to his side of the bed and Nolan had leaned in to kiss her without thought, an automatic notion he wishes he’d paid more attention to now.

I’ll call you when I can, she nudged her nose against his temple before pressing a kiss there. Nolan had already been half asleep at that point. Love you.

Love you back, Nolan mumbled, jutting his chin forward blindly. One more.

He continues as if (Y/N) had spoken. “You’ve got half of the NYPD out there waiting on you. The nurses are rioting, but I don’t think anyone’ll leave until you wake up.”

Nolan’s voice loses the battle, it breaks right at the end of his sentence and so does his composure, eyes burning with tears that for some goddamned reason just won’t fall.

“Please,” he begs to the sky, to God, to no one. “Please, please, please. Wake up.”

He presses his forehead to his wife’s limp hand maybe a little too harshly. Even if the skin is cold and her grip is nonexistent, the relief the touch brings Nolan has him sobbing.

An hour ago she was in surgery, out of reach and sight even if she was already getting help.

Three hours ago she was bleeding out in some alleyway in Queens, struggling for her radio to call for help. Seven hours ago she was kissing him goodbye, smiling against his mouth despite the dark nature of the sudden case because Nolan kept pulling her in for one more kiss.

One more, one more, one more, his pleads begs now. Wake up and give me one more, sweetheart, come on now.

“Please, honey,” he whispers, wet and nasal with emotion. “I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready yet, I didn’t– I don’t–”

The words don’t come. Nolan chokes, holds (Y/N)’s hand in his own, and breathes, breathes, and breathes.

—

Life moves on.

Nolan doesn’t cry. God knows why, but he can’t, his body on automatic while his mind solely focuses on (Y/N)’s condition. The nurses know him by name and he makes record time to the apartment and back to the hospital for showers and quick naps, some food for the little appetite he has.

He doesn’t even think to be offended when his boss places him on indefinite leave. Nolan can’t bring himself to care, he would’ve stacked up every sick day and vacation time available to stay at (Y/N)’s side as much as he could anyway.

The squad offers to stand guard almost daily, which Nolan appreciates, but his object permanence has gone to shit. Whenever he doesn’t have eyes on (Y/N) his panic rises again like a tidal wave, never quite crashing but dwindling whenever he sits next to her at the hospital, hand on her ankle or arm or somewhere he can easily look for her pulse, weak but steady.

It’s desperate, he knows, and more than a little pathetic, but Nolan feels like he’s allowed. Until (Y/N) wakes up to tell him he’s been worrying over nothing he will do as he pleases.

He talks to her. It’s another coping method that borders on delusion but no one has called him out of it yet. Not even Liv and Amaro, who have caught him more than once speaking quietly into the lull of the hospital room, holding his wife’s hand and drawing soothing motions with his thumb against her skin.

Mom drove into the steps again. The ones in the driveway? They were already loose from last time and now she has Dad driving through every Home Depot in North Carolina to find the right match.

Jill sends her best. Last time I saw her she was talking my ear off about her kid’s college fund. Apparently her husband lost half of it during Tuesday night with the boys, whatever that means.

Munch says he owes you 20 bucks from the Giants game from two weeks ago? Which is weird, because you haven’t watched a full game since, like, ‘02. Not like you’re missing anything, but still, your accuracy to outsmart Munch in his own line of work is pretty outstanding.

It helps. Or it helps enough; whenever he ventures over what they’ll do once she’s awake and at home together the illusion breaks and so does Nolan’s voice. He trails off, feeling foolish, the weight of his delusion pressing on his chest.

“It’s not silly,” Munch tells him during one of his visits, the book he’s been reading to (Y/N) resting on his lap. “It’s helpful and it doesn’t hurt anyone. You’re talking to your wife. If I’d done more of that back in my day then maybe I’d still be married.”

“To which one?” Nolan asks, his lips tingling with the want to almost smile.

Munch points at him as if saying yahtzee. “Exactly.”

He’s so sure it calms Nolan more than you’d expect. So far Munch is the only other person who talks about (Y/N) like she’s still alive and thus, the only one who doesn’t make inexplicable helpless rage wash over Nolan whenever they’re in the same room.

He’s the one with him when (Y/N) wakes. She does so in a panic, waking Nolan up from his uncomfortable sleep in the chair next to her bed. It’s a sudden flail after another as her heart rate monitor goes crazy and she doesn’t answer any call of her name, terrified and in pain.

It’s awful. Nolan doesn’t think he’ll ever forget how she almost tears at her stitches mid her panic while doctors and nurses gather around her and kick Nolan out with quick accuracy. There’s nothing he can do to help and he knows it, but he’s never supposed to be in a position in which he can’t help her.

He’s doomed to watch from a glass window, helpless, as his wife suffers without anyone to reach out to.

She woke up but had to be sedated, a nurse tells him after, it’s normal for patients to be unaware of their surroundings after waking up from long periods of unconsciousness. We still haven’t been able to determine neurological damage, so we’ll have to wait until it wears off.

“Kid, kid, hey,” Munch says, oddly alarmed after coming back from the cafeteria with two coffees and finding Nolan sitting outside (Y/N)’s room, crying into his knees. “What’s wrong, what happened? I was gone for fifteen minutes–”

Nolan tries to explain but the words get caught up in his throat, his grief taking over his sense of logic. She woke up, he meant to say. She woke up and she didn’t know where she was and I stood by like an idiot to watch her suffer.

After he’s talked down from a panic attack he says, voice a mere croak. “She woke up. They don’t know– but she woke up.”

Munch sighs, visibly relieved as he squats next to Nolan, squeezing his shoulder in support. “Good. That’s good, hey– Nolan. That’s good, okay? That’s one step closer to getting her back. This is good.”

He repeats those words to himself like a mantra. This is good, this is good, this is good, and doesn’t dare to close his eyes for something other than blinking until (Y/N)’s conscious. It’s hours later, deep into the night when she opens her eyes again, groggy and disoriented, blinking into the dark hospital room.

“Honey,” he says, quiet and so, so relieved. (Y/N) doesn’t appear to hear him and a flash of fear seizes his heart. He presses the button and calls for a nurse, edging closer to the bed. “(Y/N/N). Hey, honey, you with me?”

Arduously slowly, (Y/N) follows the sound of his voice. She blinks at him, gulping and saying, dry as the Sahara. “Nole.”

It’s the most glorious thing he’s ever heard. The smile that pulls at his mouth is unconscious, ripped from him almost against his will. He goes to touch her face, hands shaky and reverent. “Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart, it’s me.”

He offers her a drink and grips her hand all through the nurse’s examination, which she passes with flying colors. While she’s tinkering with her IV, (Y/N) asks him, “Bellevue?”

“Yeah,” he says grimly, thumb rubbing soothing motions against her skin, trying to infuse some warmth.

“Shot?” she wonders next.

Nolan hesitates. “You don’t remember?”

“Guessin’,” she slurs, tired, blinks getting longer each time she closes her eyes.

The nurse pipes up then with the same explanations she’s given Nolan the past few weeks: the bullet to her heart, the long-lasting surgery, and the even longer coma. (Y/N) nods in all the right places but her head rests against the pillow and her expression remains blank, like she’s not retaining any information.

“Anyone… else?” she asks.

“No,” Nolan responds, watching how tension falls off her frame when he confirms this fact. He wishes he felt the same, a selfish part of him wishes it had been someone else; Liv or Amaro or Fin here in this hospital bed instead of his wife. It’s true, even if the thought is followed by guilt. “No, everyone’s fine, honey. Working their asses off and worried out of their minds, but okay. It’s just you.”

(Y/N) hums and then promptly falls back asleep, breaths settling into an even rhythm. It’s then that his eyes water and his tears fall on the scratchy hospital sheets where (Y/N) lays. Oh, Nolan thinks, almost surprised by them. So this is what it takes.

Nolan bows his head and lets himself cry in silence. His breath keeps hitching, and the nauseating feeling of panic he’s been nursing for weeks finally explodes. He can’t feel his hands and feet, body numb all over.

The next time he looks up, hours later, is because (Y/N)’s reaching to touch his face, tender and shaky. He snaps to attention like a soldier called to his battalion, but there’s no trouble chasing after them, no bad thing happening for once. They’re okay, alone and safe in her hospital room while nurses and doctors and visitors keep passing by just outside the door.

“You haven’t slept,” (Y/N) croaks out as she drops her hand from where she’d been gently pressing at the bags under Nolan’s eyes, tired from that simple movement. Her chest rises and falls with breaths that are a little too labored, but her eyes are fixed on her husband, worried. “Nole.”

It almost makes him smile: (Y/N) worrying about other people while she lies with a hole in her heart on a hospital bed. Nolan would laugh if he were sure it wouldn’t immediately turn into crying again, but there’s nothing funny about this. Nothing.

“‘m alright,” he promises, weak and croaky and wet from previous cries. (Y/N) looks a little too out of it, but also like she doesn’t believe him for a moment. He amends: “I will be. And so will you. You’re gonna be okay, honey.”

happy new year!!! i wanted to start the year giving you a little something after being so absent the last couple of months and i've had this piece in my drafts for ages! it was originally waaay longer but i thought i'd end it on a happy note and maybe make a part two if anyone's interested?

anyway! i hope you guys enjoy what has become one of my favorite pairings to write and i hope you had a good time last night and a great 2024! thank you for reading!

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pascalispretty · 11 months

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Take The Edge Off

Nick Amaro x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3464

Warnings: dirty talk, discussion of sexts/sexting, swearing, car sex/sex in a semi-public place, unsafe sex, biting.

Summary: You and Nick have been trying to find the time to hook up for days. Eventually, you resort to desperate measures to take the edge off. Written for the 'I can never seem to get enough of you' square of @storiesofsvu's bingo. This one was entirely @misscharlielulu's fault. (ao3)

The first photo felt a little silly. You had gotten all dressed up and ready for Nick to come over after work - which had really involved undressing, save for some thigh-highs - only for him to cancel on you. Major case, couldn’t get away from the precinct, short staffed, the usual interruptions. In your frustration, you had wanted some sort of payback.

Which had led to you propping your feet up on the headboard so you could take an artful shot of your legs, clad in your stockings. You know all too well how much Nick likes them, how distracting he finds it when you wear them around him. So you sent the photo off without much thought and went and had a cold shower.

You had come back to a flurry of text messages on your phone.

N: You can’t just send me stuff like that

N: I’m at work.

N: Once I get done here, I’ll come over

N: You’re in so much trouble

Smirking to yourself, you had sent a quick reply.

I hope so.

Your hopes had been dashed again when your phone had rung less than an hour later - instead of Nick, it had been your editor. Some socialite causing havoc uptown, he needed something for the Ledger’s website. The stockings had come off, you had taken the train uptown, and Nick had gotten an apologetic text trying to reschedule for the next night.

It had been the pattern of the last few days. You had gotten bolder in sending Nick photos - never with your face visible - and downright filthy texts, and he had responded with plenty of dirty messages of his own. Neither of you had been able to find the time to get together all week, and judging from the texts, he was feeling the frustration as keenly as you were.

Tonight, blessedly, your schedules aligned. Nick was on a late, so you spent more time than strictly necessary getting ready; picking out nice lingerie, making sure your aesthetician hadn’t missed anything when you went in for your wax last weekend, shaving and lotioning your legs. It’s going suspiciously well, and you’re beginning to wonder if your luck has finally turned when you hear a key in the door.

Luckily you’d dressed, despite an agreement that you’d have the place to yourself for the evening. Your roommate barges into the apartment, looking as though she’s run all the way up from the subway station, her boyfriend in tow.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I know I said I’d stay out, but Ned got the train up to see me, isn’t he so sweet?” Hannah manages, barely pausing as she passes you in the lounge. “Doesn’t your friend have his own place you can go to?” You want to argue back, but her bedroom door slams before you can get a chance.

Not that you have much room to argue with her, since her parents pay half the rent on the apartment. Instead, you return to your bedroom to find your headphones and turn your music on as high as it’ll go before any noises start up from Hannah’s room.

Yes, Nick had his own place, but the whole point of him coming to you was because you lived closer. Less time to wait, after days of dancing around one another. In good traffic, it was barely a ten-minute drive from the precinct to your apartment. From your place to his would take over half an hour, even without accounting for traffic. Frustrated, you flop back onto the couch.

You could text Nick and tell him about the change in plans. The last thing you want to do is reschedule. Whatever you have with Nick might be casual, but it’s still been far too long since you last had sex with him. Before you can do anything, your phone vibrates against your stomach.

N: I’m downstairs, can you buzz me up?

You must have missed the sound of the intercom thanks to your headphones. Instead of buzzing him into the building, you grab your bag and head downstairs, only taking your headphones off once you’re safely out of earshot of Hannah’s bedroom.

Nick is standing right outside when you open the door of your apartment building. If he’s surprised that you came downstairs, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he crowds you back into the lobby and kisses you. Nick’s arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight to him as he kisses you with an intensity that takes your breath away. His full lips are soft against yours. When his tongue dips into your mouth, your knees nearly buckle. It’s been too long.

“We can’t stay here,” you blurt out as soon as he breaks the kiss. You curl your fingers around the lapel of his blazer, trying to keep him close even as you tell him he has to leave. He frowns down at you.

“I thought your roommate-”

“Her boyfriend surprised her. Can we go to yours?” Given that he’d been willing to spend the night with you, you feel safe in assuming that neither of his children are around. And despite the vague, ill-defined boundaries the two of you have tried to establish, you’ve spent entire weekends at Nick’s place before. Nick sighs deeply, bumping his forehead against yours.

“There was an accident on FDR Drive, the traffic’ll be terrible.” He groans, arms still holding you close. You know he must be feeling as frustrated and needy as you do.

“If it gets really bad, we could always just fuck in the car,” you say teasingly. “Take the edge off.” At least that makes him chuckle, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiles. Keeping one arm around your waist, he leads you back through the front door.

“You’re a menace, kid.” Nick squeezes your waist as the two of you walk towards his car. “You cannot send me photos like that when I’m on a stakeout with Benson.”

“Photos like what?” You ask, widening your eyes in feigned innocence as you open the car door. “You mean like the one where my tits were practically falling out of my bra and-”

“Yes, like that. I work in sex crimes, it’s a bad look if I get turned on at work.” He slides into the driver’s seat, and you don’t miss the lingering look he gives your legs as he throws his blazer into the backseat. His shirtsleeves are rolled up, and you can’t help admiring his forearms.

“I don’t recall you complaining.” You cross your legs, letting the lace of your thigh-highs show. “In fact, shall we review the evidence?” You retrieve your phone from your bag, opening your messages from Nick.

“You’re not funny,” Nick starts, but he’s doing a poor job of attempting to sound grumpy. You make yourself comfortable in the passenger seat as he starts to drive, scrolling back through your messages.

“I’m not trying to be funny, Detective, I’m making my case. You said that I can’t send you photos like that when you’re at work, but here you are straight after the fabulous photo of my tits telling me ‘they’d look even better with my come on them’.” You watch gleefully as Nick’s hands tighten on the steering wheel; there’s little you enjoy more than attempting to rile Nick up like this. He’s doing a very good job of pretending to be unaffected, but you can see the faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Guilty.”

“And at one-thirteen AM the same night, you sent me a very vivid description of what you were thinking about while you jerked off. Do you need me to refresh your memory, Detective?” You can’t even complain about the lack of photos on his part; the texts he had sent back had been plenty descriptive.

“I was there, I remember.” Nick’s smirking now, that roguish grin that you love. The two of you seem to have hit the traffic that he warned about, but you keep going.

“I’ll remind you anyway. That long message, telling me that you got yourself off thinking about the time you fingerfucked me under the table at that dive bar downtown. How badly you wished you’d taken me into the bathroom and fucked me in one of the stalls. It was quite the text to wake up to.” You prop your feet up on the dashboard, your skirt riding even higher around your thighs. The motion draws Nick’s eyes, and you can practically feel his gaze dragging over your skin.

“Well, I hope it at least gave you something nice to think about while you were in your staff meeting.”

“Oh, it did. One of the few upsides of being a woman; you can be as turned on as you like in public, nobody’ll ever know.” The traffic is inching forwards, but you feel like you could crawl out of your skin with how aroused you feel. You glance over at Nick, pleased to see he appears to be suffering as much as you are.

The two of you have spent the better part of the week engaged in long-distance foreplay; being alone but unable to do anything has to be driving him as insane as it is you.

“You think you’re that good at hiding it?” Nick asks, taking advantage of a red light to turn his head and look you in the eye. “If anyone would have looked twice at you in that bar, they would have known.”

“That’s different, you were edging me. Everybody can see if a guy gets hard in public; if a girl gets wet, nobody sees.” You tilt your head, examining the cars around you. Before you can change your mind, you lift your hips up just enough to be able to hook your fingers into the waistband of your underwear and slide them off.

“What are you doing?” Nick asks, barely blinking as you toss the damp black lace over your shoulder into the backseat. You tug your skirt back down just enough to cover yourself and give a nonchalant shrug.

“Thinking of ways to save time when we finally get out of this car-” you start, a horn from the car behind you cutting you off. The traffic has inched forward since Nick took his eyes off the road, and he turns his attention back to it now.

“I told you the traffic would be terrible.”

“What would you have preferred, we stay at my place and try fucking to the sounds of Hannah and her boyfriend going at it in the next room? Or should we have gone to the precinct and done it there?” You tease, yelping when he playfully slaps your thigh. He keeps his hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking over the black lace of your stocking.

“I hate that you have a roommate.”

“Sorry, Detective, we don’t all make six-figure salaries. With what the paper pays me, you’re lucky it’s just the one roommate and not five. And I definitely wouldn’t live close enough to the precinct for you to come over on your lunch break when you need to take the edge off.” You cover his hand on your thigh with your own, squeezing gently.

His skin feels burning hot against yours, even with the barrier of your stocking. You tip your head back against the seat, any clever comment dying on your tongue. His fingers are so close to where you want them, just inches away from the apex of your thighs.

You let your eyes flutter closed, your imagination running wild. In the dark corner of a dive bar with a table obscuring his hands had been one thing; you’re not sure Nick is actually bold enough to slide his hand higher, where anybody could look through the window and see.

Still, the idea alone has your breath catching in your chest, your legs spreading subtly wider. The tension in the car is so thick, you crack your window just to let some fresh air in.

“You get bored of reading out sexts?” Nick asks, and you don’t even have to open your eyes to know that he’s smirking at you.

“I made my point,” you manage, hyperfocused on Nick’s thumb stroking your thigh. It’s such a light, gentle touch, but you’re so pent up that even that is driving you to distraction. In fact, it distracts you so well that it takes you a while to notice that the car is moving faster than it should be if you were still stuck in traffic.

“Did we get past the traffic already?” You ask, opening your eyes finally. The road certainly looks clearer, but you’re not entirely sure which borough you’re even in right now. Nick’s hand is still on your thigh, but he’s focusing on driving.

“No, I ah- I’m taking one of your suggestions.” It’s all the explanation he offers. You frown, trying to remember what you’ve said.

“I wasn’t serious about fucking in the precinct. Not that it wouldn’t be kinda hot, but Benson seems like she could be really scary-”

“We’re not going to the precinct,” he says evenly. Your frown deepens and you glance around, searching for some clue as to where Nick is driving you. The streets are growing quieter, and you swallow thickly when you realise he’s driving somewhere that the two of you won’t be seen. Nick seems to know where he’s going; you trust him.

It’s not long before Nick pulls into a nondescript parking garage. Your heart is beating so fast that your chest aches. Neither of you speaks as Nick finds a space tucked away behind a pillar and parks, as though some sort of spell has settled over you both and a single word will shatter it.

You can’t actually be about to do this. One of you will break. One of you has to.

Your seatbelt clicks softly as you release it, but the sound echoes through the space like a starting pistol. Nick undoes his own, his hands finding you before you can open your mouth to ask about positioning and dragging you across the car, onto his lap. You situate yourself as best as you can in the confined space, banging your head on the roof of the car as you try and straddle him.

Nick’s hand slides into your hair, cupping the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss. If the kiss in the lobby was intense, then you don’t have a word to describe this one. You can’t breathe, but it doesn’t matter. You could die a happy woman, being kissed like this; Nick’s tongue licking against yours, a low sound rumbling through his chest as he pulls you closer.

Your fingers find the buckle of Nick’s belt, your back curving awkwardly to give yourself the space to move. There’ll be no finesse here, but the two of you are long past caring. It doesn’t take you long to undo his belt and pants, and you feel his breath hitch when you slide your hand under his waistband.

He’s already rock-hard to your touch, and Nick breaks the kiss to moan into your neck as you take him out. His breath is hot against your skin, his hands sliding down to grasp your hips. With your free hand, you clutch his shoulder as you align the tip of his cock with your entrance and slowly sink down onto him.

You feel every inch of him stretching your soft walls. The consequences of no physical foreplay, though you’re at least wet enough that it doesn’t hurt. You bite your lip, trapping a moan in your mouth. Nick’s fingers flex on your hips. It’s rare that he lets you ride him and you can feel him itching to find a degree of control in the situation.

You tip forward when he bottoms out inside you, burying your face against his shoulder to stifle your moan. One of your hands clutches at his bicep; the other grabs a fistful of his shirt over his free shoulder. A full-body shudder runs through Nick, and he gasps against your neck.

“Oh fuck, baby-” he chokes out, his grip on your hips so tight you wonder if it might bruise. You’re not even moving, but that familiar heat is already radiating out through your body, lighting up your nerve endings. You keep your face pressed against Nick’s shoulder as you give a testing pull of your hips upward.

He hisses into your neck through gritted teeth, every muscle he has held taut as he tries to cling onto a degree of restraint.

“There’s not enough room in here, is there?” You ask in a whisper, your voice hitching as you sink back down onto him. “You can’t grab my hips and bounce me on your cock like you want to; I’d hit my head.” You feel his low groan reverberate through his chest. Knowing you need to be quick, you start to fuck yourself onto him, riding him as best as you can in the cramped space.

Nick brings one of his hands up to cup the top of your head, keeping your face tucked against his neck. With your head still, he rolls his hips to meet your movements. The shallow thrusts make the head of his cock push up tight against your g-spot with every pass, sending pleasure lancing through you. You turn your head to moan against his shoulder, muffling the sound in his shirt.

“That’s it, baby, ride me,” Nick manages, his voice tight. “You feel so fucking good, my perfect girl, just like that-” He knows hearing him will help you get over the edge - ever the gentleman, wanting to make sure you come first.

He needn’t have worried. The sheer relief of being with him again after wanting him for what felt like weeks, and the illicit nature of what you’re doing gives everything a sharper edge. You’re so wet you can feel your slick halfway down your thighs.

It’s dirty and fucked-up, and it’s so fucking perfect.

“Oh Nick-” you pant into his shoulder. Your whole body is thrumming, like you’ve touched a live wire. “You make me feel so full, wanna feel you all the time, fuck-” You’re rambling, careening closer to that orgasmic high. Another low groan rips through Nick as your cunt clamps down around him, muffled by him nipping at your neck. The feeling of his teeth on the delicate skin is enough to send you over the edge.

You chant his name mindlessly as you come, your face pressed so tightly against his shoulder to muffle your voice that you can’t breathe. Everything in you pulls tight and then lets go, delicious heat racing through your body until you can feel it in your toes.

The force of it makes you sag forwards against Nick, boneless. He takes over, rocking deeper and pulling you tighter against his body. You swear you feel his cock throb inside of you, the feeling making your cunt clamp down around him in turn.

Nick groans into your neck as he spills inside you, filling you up as he holds you as tightly as he can without hurting you. You’re both breathing raggedly; neither of you tries to move for a long moment.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Nick murmurs eventually. You can’t help but snicker, your head still resting against his shoulder. You hear the click as he cracks his window; you assume the glass has steamed up. You resist the urge to swipe your hand against it like Rose in Titanic.

“Me either. Nicholas Amaro, SVU Detective, fucking a girl in public,” you tut teasingly. Your knees are starting to ache, but it’s not enough to make you move just yet; you’re enjoying being draped over Nick like this, still split open by his cock.

“What can I say? You’re a terrible influence, kid. I can never seem to get enough of you.”

“Oh, I’m the bad influence?” You sit up, shuddering at the feeling of him shifting inside of you. He’s giving you that smile; the one that oozes charm and shows off his dimples. Before you can object further, he kisses you. It’s softer this time, unhurried. You could stay here for hours under different circumstances.

“The worst,” Nick murmurs when he pulls away, running his hand down your back. “You incited a cop into committing a misdemeanour.”

“You were the one driving”, you point out. “If you wanted me to behave myself, you could have handcuffed me and ignored me ‘til we got back to your place.”

“Oh, don’t worry. The handcuffs’ll be waiting for you when I get you home.”

#k2023bdaybingo #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro #law and order svu fanfiction #law and order svu

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 7 months

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Leaf Pile

Pairing: Nick Amaro x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,039

Summary: A dreaded fall chore turns into a fun activity when Zara comes over for the week.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is Day 2 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt

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It was well into fall which means the trees had gorgeous red, yellow, and orange leaves decorating the branches, leaves which ultimately fell from the trees and had to be raked out the yard and leaf blowed out of the driveway.

Raking leaves wasn’t your favorite task nor was it Nick’s favorite, but it had to be done. You were home before Nick which meant two things: he was working late and you would have to rake the leaves. You groaned as you exited your vehicle, heading into the house to drop off your purse and work items.

Out in the garage, you grabbed the rake and let out a big sigh. Let’s get this over with. You made your way out to the yard and began, in your opinion, the worst task of the fall season. You hadn’t been raking too long before you heard a car pulling into your driveway. You spun around hoping it was Nick because you were so getting him to help but to your surprise it was Nick’s ex wife, Maria and Zara. Sweet little Zara, you had only been dating Nick for a few months before he brought up having a daughter and being divorced. None of that bothered you, you loved Zara and overjoyed she warmed up to you quicker than you expected.

You were a little confused on my Maria was bringing Zara over a whole day early but honestly, you were happy about it because spending time with Zara was always fun. You discarded the rake by the tree and made your way to Maria’s car. You greeted them both and listened as Maria explained her leave time was being moved up from tomorrow evening to the next few hours. You didn’t ask questions but helped Zara out of the car. A few minutes later Maria left and it was just you and Zara.

“Let’s get your stuff inside and then we can watch a movie after I finish-” You abruptly stopped talking when you heard something fall into the pile of leaves you had started before Zara arrived. Whipping your head around to the sound, you let out a breath of relief as you saw Zara jump into the leaf pile once more. She looked like she was having fun so you watched as her smile grew each time she jumped into the pile. Before too long the leaves were scattered all over the yard once again, but this time you didn’t mind having to rake them again. “Wanna see who can make the biggest pile? Winner gets to jump into both piles.” You decided to make a game out of it, Zara’s only little once so why not make the most of it.

“Can we?!” Zara looked up at you with her big brown eyes that she clearly had gotten from her dad.

“Of course we can!” You beamed. “Come on, let’s get your rake.” You motioned for her to follow you to the garage. She grabbed her little rake and hurried back out to the yard, eager to make the biggest pile. You laughed watching her excitedly begin raking for a few moments before joining her.

Several minutes later, you decided it was time to measure the pile of leaves. “Okay Zara, let’s see who won.” Zara was quick to look between both piles, sizing them up. She took the inspection seriously, measuring how tall the piles came up her legs. You looked on as she compared them. You had purposefully made your pile smaller but not super noticeable because Zara was smart and would catch on if you made it obvious.

“Mine’s the biggest!” She exclaimed, finally deciding that her pile was, indeed, the biggest. You pretended to pout at her answer. “You can jump with me.” She offered upon seeing your ‘pout’.

“That’s so sweet Zara, but you won and get to jump in both piles.” You reminded her.

She shook her head, not having you being ‘sad’. “I want you to have fun and jump with me.” Her innocence was so heartwarming. It was something that Nick worked so hard to preserve, especially given his line of work and you agreed to help him with maintaining Zara’s innocence and making her childhood as fun and carefree as possible.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll join you.” You finally agreed, giving her a big smile. You watched as her face lit up in happiness.

Zara directed you to your pile and she stood in front of hers. “On three! One…. Two…. Three!” You both jumped into the piles of leaves, laughing the entire time. Leaves went flying up in the air and came down onto your heads.

In the midst of all the laughter and fun, you and Zara failed to hear Nick’s car pull into the driveway. “What’s going on here?” You and Zara heard an all too familiar voice ask.

“Daddy!” Zara jumped up and ran to her dad. You stayed seated in the leaf pile just watching the sweet scene. You chuckled as Nick gingerly pulled leaves out of Zara’s hair before wrapping her up in a warm embrace. “We made leaf piles and jumped in them!” She informed Nick as she pointed over to where you still sat on the ground. You smiled and waved when his eyes met yours. “Come join us daddy!”

Nick couldn’t resist the chocolate brown eyes that stared up at him or the sweet, innocent face of his pride and joy. “Alright, show me what to do.” Nick let Zara lead him over to you and all the leaves. He helped you up and gave you a loving kiss to your lips while Zara picked up your rake and brought it over to Nick.

“I won the biggest leaf pile.” Zara spoke proudly. “Here daddy. It’s your turn. You have to go against me.” She handed her dad the rake which he accepted. “Winner gets to jump in both piles!”

“You’re on.” Nick nudged Zara lightly with grin.

The remaining afternoon was spent taking turns raking leaf piles and jumping into them as laughter filled the air.

Turns out raking leaves isn’t so bad when you have fun with it.

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagine #law and order: svu #law and order: special victims unit #law and order: svu imagines #svu fic #svu fanfiction #season of fluff 2023

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sinner-sunflower · 22 days

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Nick Amaro fics?

Been on a SVU mood lately and Nick Amaro still has my heart after all these years <3

Do you guys have any Amaro fics (either on ao3 or fanfic net) that isn't a reader insert, original character, Benson x Amaro, or Rollins x Amaro?

I just need to find Nick Amaro centric fics lajsdlka it's a bit hard.

Would gladly appreciate linking me to the stories!

#nick amaro #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order #law and order fanfiction #amaro #svu #special victims unit

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crazybagelbitch · 4 months

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#rollaro #nick amaro #amanda rollings #law and order svu #svu fic #svu fanfiction

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carisi-dreams · 1 year

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I'm sorry about your new job. That sounds so stressful. Please feel no pressure for this but if you're up to it "Do you want me to carry you?" With either MC or Bonnie and Clyde? ❤️

mc!nick + Christmas coziness + a fun surprise?

A commercial blared suddenly and you startled back to full wakefulness. Christmas was days away and it felt like all of the advertisers were getting desperate in their attempts to sell people stuff they didn’t really need. You smothered a yawn and rubbed at your eye lazily. It was well past time for you to get into bed, but waiting on the couch for Nick had seemed like a good idea several hours ago. There was a strange unsettled feeling under your skin that was simultaneously energizing and nerve rattling. Nesting.

The movie came back on and even though you’d missed the beginning of this one, you still knew exactly what was going on. There was a small town Christmas tree farmer and a washed up former big city cop, so by the end they’d fall in love and save the local school library or whatever. Despite knowing how futile it was to wait up for Nick you pulled the blanket up over your shoulder and let a hand fall to your belly gently. It wasn’t until the next commercial break that you hear familiar footsteps on the porch with an accompanying jingle.

Nick eased the door open and the somber look on his face transformed into something soft when he saw that you were still awake.

“Hi honey,” he greeted you with a grin.

You smiled and reached out a hand to beckon him over.

“Hi,” you replied. “I missed you.”

Nick crossed the floor to perch on the edge of the couch next to your hip.

“That why you’re still out here and not in bed getting rest?” You craned your head up for a kiss and he obliged gently.

“Yes,” you admitted. “Plus, the bed is so far away.” You dragged out the vowels on the last part and his eyes crinkled in a grin even as he shook his head at you in what was supposed to be a scolding manner.

“You need your rest,” he said. His thumb caressed the high angle of your cheek as he let his hand rest on the side of your face.

“I’ve been dozing. How was…whatever you were doing?”

Something inscrutable passed over his face and then was gone by the time you blinked again. Some of the lightness had left his eyes, but his mouth still tried for levity.

“Not half as cozy and enjoyable as this scene.” He jerked his head towards the television. “How many Christmas movies have you watched tonight alone?”

“A lady doesn’t keep count,” you replied with a faux haughty sniff. A yawn escaped you just then, undercutting your attempts to be stern.

“Bed,” Nick said lightly as he reached for the remote. Switching off the television, he stood to give you space to get to your feet. When you blinked up at him innocently, he stifled a sigh and some of the lightness from before returned. “Do you want me to carry you?”

“Oh, wow. What an idea.” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him. “If you think you can carry me with this extra weight…” Maybe you were laying it on thick, but he wasn’t the one growing a baby, so you figured it was his duty at this point.

“Don’t be ridiculous, woman.” Nick leaned down and scooped you up as easily as he always had. “These muscles aren’t just for show.”

Nick laughed and made for the hallway and you snuggled into his shoulder. You giggled and threaded your arms around his neck.

“Don’t I know it,” you teased. “Those muscles are what got me in trouble in the first place.”

#mc!nick #nick amaro x reader #reader a #svu fanfiction #mc!au #plus a fun reference to a nick/sonny fic that's on my ao3 #christmas #nick amaro

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fatalitysficbakery · 2 years

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Hi ! I’m new to your page and I LOVE it so far ! I was wondering how do you think Amaro would react if YN was in Rollins place while their being held hostage in S16.E4 Holdens Manifesto ?

Holden’s Manifesto. Nicholas Amaro x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Hostage Situation, Side Character Death, Blood, Protective Yet Tender!Nick.

Synopsis; My first reaction about one of my FAVORITE episodes!? Okay, Okay. Here’s how I think Amaro would react to s16e4 but with wife!reader instead of Rollins.

↳ ❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N; i think this has GOT to be my favorite ask.

↳ Now we all know Nick, he’s strong headed, has a LOT of anger issues, and most of all? He’s protective. Sometimes a little too protective. When he sees you starting to get into Holden’s head he knew it’d only end one way; He’d have to leave, and that was something he was not prepared to do and with you being the only one in the room Holden would talk to, Nick’s presence wasn’t much appreciated given the fact he was a male Holden determined to be the reason women didn’t look his way.

With Nick disarmed and handcuffed it gave you time to establish a rapport with Holden, Nicks stomach was churning the entire time he watched you with the unhinged individual. He was silently praying a shot blasted through that window, but he knew there was no clear shot at the moment. Not with a hostage in the room.

“Not so tough now, are you”? Holden smirked at Amaro.

“Hey, Holden, He’s not the one you’re mad at. Neither are these girls. Let’s talk about the people who’ve hurt you”.

Every move you made, word you spoke was calculated, engineered to target Holden’s outpouring insecurities. He scoffed, his attention turning from Amaro to you.

“This guy is your partner? Yeah, you can do better. He talked to me before with another woman, and I just hopped on my bicycle and rode away”.

“Yeah, you played it smart Holden”. With his gun still pointed at the frightened girls head, his attention finally turns to Nick for a moment, angry and hating.

“I did NOT say you could call me Holden”, He spat venomously.

This is when he notices it, the protectiveness over you, the way you stayed by Nick’s side even while speaking to him; It was like you spat on Holden. Nick could see him gradually getting angrier.

“Are you having sex with this guy”?

“Let’s talk about you”.

“You are, aren’t you? Of course you are. Girls like you always go for jerks like this”.

That’s when you saw your in, your tiny slither of a hole that revealed Holden’s kryptonite— A woman’s attention.

“Girl’s ignore you”? Amaro asked, “That’s gotta piss you off”.

“You know what pisses me off”?

“What’s that”?

“Is pretty boys like you. Y’know? Good looking all your life. Born…Gaupo. Spin the bottle at seven or eight a-and sexual relations at 14, 15”.

You were glad for your husbands help, keeping him talking. It gave you a moment to plan your next move, a move you knew would anger Amaro but a move that would save this girls life.

“Girls should’ve been going after you all along. You’re a good looking guy”.

“Shut up”! Holden glares, pulling the girl tighter, causing a small whimper to escape, “When was your first time”?

When neither you nor Nick answered, Holden laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah, no answer. Why? Because now you are doing it with her and you don’t want her to know that she is just another notch on your belt”.

Standing up slowly, you knew it was time, his resolve was breaking and he was showing vulnerability.

“Do you think he cares about you”?

You shake your head, “I know what he is”.

When Nick heard you talking, he was visibly struggling against his handcuffs because he knew— He knew what was coming next, outside the team was struggling to find a way in, to find a way to get you, the hostages, and Amaro out.

“Look at him. Helpless. Useless. You think he’s better than me”.

“I don’t. He’s not”.

Holden’s head popped up at this, hesitant to trust but apart of him was still just a boy that needed validation, “Yes you do”.

“I’m not a kid”, Amaro winced, finally just letting himself rest, still silent, still praying, “These young girls, they don’t get it…They don’t see, they don’t understand how special you are”.

“Are you tricking me”?

“No. Thoughtful guys. Polite. The kind that will hold the door open for you. Y-you don’t have to be macho”.

“These ‘girls’ think you do”.

Stepping a tad closer, careful, “Women don’t”. You offered, finally close enough to him, close enough to get into his mind, “There are things I wanna tell you. Adult things. Not in front of other people. P-private things, y’know. Just for you”?

The armor Holden so delicately thought he had crafted was demolishing before you and Nick’s very eyes.

“Okay”? You bit your lip nervous but not willing to show it, “I see the potential in you, Holden. I see how powerful you are”.

“Do you”?

You’d think Amaro’s heart stopped the way he yelled ‘no’ when the gun was finally on you, you gave him a small nod to tell him it’d be okay.

↳ When Nick was finally outside with the hostages, the amount of worry he displayed was insane. He knew you were skilled, but the thought of you being in there any longer than you had to had the man about ready to have a heart attack and of course he’s an angry boy so he does angry boy things.

“Now he’s got the gun on Y/ln”.

“Where are the students”? Chief Dodds asked.

“He moved them off camera. We’re trying to get another angle”.

“Fast, we need to take our shot”.

“Hold up, if you miss our people are still in there” Benson reasoned.

That’s when the door opened and Amaro yelled out, “COMING OUT”! the team was quick to get the girls to safety while Liv rushed to Nick.

“Nick! What happened? Why did he let you go”?

“He wanted to be alone with Y/n. Please tell me we’ve got a clear shot”.

“Unfortunately…Not yet”.

“So she’s stuck in there? My wife is stuck in there with a mentally ill maniac, a gun pointed at her head and we don’t have a shot”?

When Liv shook her head solemnly, Nick was quick to punch the nearest thing to him and unfortunately it was a fence, tore the skin on his hand immediately.

↳ When you finally do get out you best believe Nick didn’t let you out of his SIGHT. I’m talking 24 hour surveillance onnat ass.

The gun was still pointed at your head but you were making good headway.

“I’ll tell you the truth. Nick is the kind of boy that I used to like. Yeah…I fell for the quarterback. The guys with the big shoulders and the big smiles” You sighed, acting school really had paid off in the long run.

“They told me I was special but…They just wanted to use me. You know what, Holden, and I’ll tell you something— I-I went back to my high school for a reunion and every thing is different now. I mean- The star athletes? They’re just fat and sweaty now. They’re with big, ugly women that they don’t care about. It’s the intelligent guys, the smart guys. They have…They have everything”!

Holden was listening intently, and honestly his grip on the gun wasn’t even good, if you wanted to you could’ve just taken it but— It was risky. Too risky.

“I mean, they’re rich. They’ve got beautiful wives. They’re— They’re guys like you. They were intelligent, sensitive, considerate”.

“I try to be”. Holden’s voice wavered, almost cracking. A good sign.

It was all going so good.

“I know. I know that, I can- I can see that in you now. Now that…I’m a woman”.

It was all going so good. Until it wasn’t. Until there was blood splattered against your skin, fresh and warm.

“And I wish we weren’t here right now. Yeah, I wish we’d met someplace else. I just…I don’t want this to sound wrong, Holden, but…I think you’re superb. I really do”.

You didn’t understand, you were frozen, replaying the moment over in your mind and wondering what went so wrong.

“It is too late”.

“I read your manifesto”

“You did”?

“Mm. I couldn’t put it down. Holden, it’s— It’s brilliant and I just… I’m so sorry that somebody like you has had to go through all this. You don’t deserve this. You…deserve to be adored. To be caressed. To be…Um…To be kissed. Yeah”.

You were walking over to him, you remember, you had gotten his defenses down completely; You could’ve walked him out.

“Would you— Would you let me kiss you”?

Outside, Amaro couldn’t have been happier to see that gun lowered, he was proud of you, ready to see you walk out but it wasn’t that easy. It wasn’t his call.

“He’s lowering the gun, give them the green light”.

He, Fin, and Liv tried to reason with Chief Dodds but it was like talking to a brick wall.

“Sniper still doesn’t have a clear shot, Holden has to get closer to Y/n”.

“Why isn’t she getting him in range”?

“Just give her time”.

“She knows what she’s doing, she’ll get him to put the gun down”.

You could hear multiple voices near you but you were still stuck, rewinding time in your mind and trying to figure out where you’d failed.

“Now, while we’re here. While we’re alone. Just let me kiss you”.

“I have never kissed anyone”.

You remembered his voice clearly, it sounded as if he was on the verge of tears; He’d never been touched by a woman, let alone kissed, he was scared, mentally ill, and you…you had him.

“Just give me your hands. I won’t hurt you, I promise it’s going to be all right, Holden”.

You neared him, he was about to put the gun down and as you were about to kiss him it happened like a flash and all you felt was liquid dripping down your face. The last thing you’d said to him specifically replayed in your mind.

“It all begins with a kiss”. But no, you were wrong…It all ended with the promise of one.

The next few minutes seemed to happen like a slideshow presentation in your head, it all happened so fast and you couldn’t comprehend a thing as the team rushed into the building, as Amaro rushed to your side.

“Y/n! Hey! Are you alright? Yeah”?

“I had him. It was…It was done. Why didn’t you stop them”?

“It wasn’t our call, alright? Come on let’s get out of here”.

“Okay, Okay…Okay? I’m fine”.

You remembered Nick trying to touch you, to snap you out of it but you pushed him away, you didn’t want to be touched. You didn’t want to think. Everything else was a blur, from the hospital to the car ride home, you didn’t remember much else but you knew Nick didn’t leave your side the entire time and you weren’t sure you wanted him to.

↳ When it was all said and done, though? Nick was nothing but tender with you, your security and safety rested in his arms that night, and honestly his safety and security rested in yours— Rested in knowing he was holding you close now and nothing could hurt you. You can betchur ass he didn’t let you go either, if you had to pee or something? He would sit up and wait until you got back. Just so he knew you were safe.

After your shower, a long one at that. You put on one of your husbands hoodies and went over to the mirror. Looking in that mirror you saw a mix of exhaustion and tension in your own eyes. Your usually caramel skin had taken on a pale tint, your eyes had dark circles under them, your curls damp with shrinkage after washing the blood from your hair and skin. You couldn’t pull yourself to look away, not even when the first sob escaped.

Nick was quick, he’d been listening out for you after taking his shower in the guest room and when that first sob was let out the door was pushed open and you pulled into his arms, rocked and shushed before being carried back to bed.

“Nick”?

“Yes, Amor”? He asked, kissing your forehead. You were now lying in bed, your head on his bare chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat, since it’d always seemed to calm you.

“I did the best I could. Right”?

Suddenly you were pulled even closer (If that was even possible), and Nick made you look at him, his features reflecting your own; Exhausted and Tense.

“You did perfectly, Querida. It wasn’t your call, it wasn’t Fin or I’s call. Not even Liv could stop Dodds, but you? Babygirl, I couldn’t have been prouder. So, yeah…Yeah. You did the best you could and I don’t want you thinking otherwise. Me Entiendes”?

You smiled weakly at your husband, and kissed his cheek, holding out your pinkie for him. He chuckles yet obliges and entwines them.

“Entiendo, Amor”.

And with that, he kisses your pinkies. To seal it, of course.

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A/N; It’s official. This is my favorite thing I’ve ever written.

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nygmcbblepot · 2 years

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Girlfriends Day <3

Nick Amaro X FEM! Reader

A/N: Happy Girlfriends day, everyone! Enjoy this oneshot that was written by a single person!

You were getting ready for your date with your boyfriend, Nick. Since it was August 1st, national girlfriend day, He wanted to take you out and do something special for you. You were getting your shoes on when you heard a knock at your apartment door. You grabbed the door and saw Nick standing there with a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey! These are for you,” he said with a smile.

He handed you the bouquet. “These are beautiful! Thank you.” You invited him in as you put the flowers into a vase.

“Are you ready to go eat?”

You walked over to him and kissed his cheek.

“I’m ready!”

He took your hand and walked you out to his car.

“Happy national girlfriend day,” He said opening the car door for you, being a gentleman.

On the drive to the restaurant, it was pretty silent. You guys had been dating for a over a year now and had met his daughter, Zara. When you arrived at the restaurant, there wasn’t any open parking spots. So Nick parked a few blocks away and kept profusely apologizing for making you walk but you kept insisting that it was okay and it wasn’t that far of a walk. When you were about to enter the place, you could already tell that the wait was going to be over an hour. There were many groups people waiting outside of the restaurant but you went in anyway hoping that the wait wouldn’t be as long.

“How many,” The hostess asked.

“Two, please.”

“Okay but there is going to be around a 2 and a half hour wait.” The hostess looked up at the both of you before taking your names.

Nick looked at you,”We can just go somewhere else,” you said giving him a smile.

…

After going to three more fancier restaurants and not getting less than an hour wait, he just drove around the city trying to find other places to eat.

“I’m sorry it’s my fault. I should’ve made reservations,” he said sounding sorry. He looked at you with puppy eyes.

“No it’s not your fault! I wouldn’t even care if we were to get fast food! I don’t care as long as i’m with you,” You insisted. Nick was driving past McDonalds when you told him to pull into the McDonalds parking lot. “Let’s just eat here. We could grab Zara something too.” You smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

“I love you.”

You both got out of the car and went into the McDonalds ordering your food. It was kind of funny seeing two people dressed up nice eating and basically having a date at McDonalds. When you both got your food, you sat at a table. You let out a small, quiet laugh.

Nick looked up at you from eating his burger. “What?” Your laugh made him smile.

“It’s just funny that this is where we ended up. It was probably for the best though. You also hav ketchup on you nose.” You leaned forward and wiped it off with a napkin.

“Thank you,” He said smiling at you and blushing.

…

When you got back to Nicks, you saw Zara with her babysitter. When she spotted you, she ran over to you and hugged your leg. Nick paid the baby-sitter and she left; Leaving you, Nick, and Zara alone. You gave Zara her McDonalds and she decided that she wanted to have a princess tea party while she ate her McDonalds kids meal. You,Nick, and Zara sat at a kids table in her room. Zara had gave you and Nick tiaras and feather boas which were super itchy but anything for Zara. It started getting passed Zaras bedtime so Nick had you put her to bed as he started getting ready for bed. When you went into Nicks bedroom, you saw candles lit and a few rose peddles on the bed. Nick came up from behind you and tapped your shoulder before getting down on one knee.

“Will you marry me?”

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electrictoes · 2 years

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The SVU Summer Hiatus Bingo 2022 starts on Friday 20th May and ends Thursday 22nd September.

Anyone who wants to participate can, any character, any ship - completely open and up to you. It's supposed to be fun, and there's absolutely no pressure - complete the whole grid, complete a line or two for bingo, or just select scattered prompts that inspire you! The DUN DUN square is a free square.

If the prompts inspire any non-fic content then that’s fine too!

Tag SVU Summer Bingo on tumblr / add fics to the SVU Summer Hiatus Bingo Challenge collection on AO3.

Thank you to @hiimjules for her input and to everyone who contributed ideas; I’ve tried to keep them fairly open!

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ben-c-group-therapy · 3 months

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I Hate You

Nick Amaro x Reader Oneshot

WC: 1091

A/N: Self Indulge fic. I like winter but damn it’s cold this year! The snow and chemicals are leaving me a mess and my floors a mess and I’d rather not deal with it at all. Only thing to make it better would be Nick. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think with likes/comments/reblogs whatever.

It was another blustery and frigid cold day in NYC as you stepped out of your building only to be met with a large puddle of melted snow so deep it got into your ankle boot soaking your socks and growl in frustration.

“Son of a bitch.” You continued to grumble.

You had grown tired of the New York winters long ago after Nick had moved off to California leaving you both in a long distance relationship but you without someone to share the house with, share a romantic stroll in Central Park through the snow with, or a cuddle on the sofa with. Now it’s just dull, grey, and incredibly cold…and currently very wet and annoying.

Looking to your watch you didn’t even have time to go back upstairs to change your sock and shoes or you’d be late for work.

Olivia had called and told you to be at the prescient promptly at eight so there was no time to hesitate.

Heading off you walked on, your boot sloshing and freezing before someone drove too close to the curb in the drain and splashed a mix of chemicals and slushy snow all over you taking your breath away at the blast of cold.

“F-fu-fuck.” You stuttered and gasped before turning and flipping your middle finger at the driver.

Finally arriving at the prescient, soaked, frozen and a sloshing boot, you put your case down at your desk with a huff and yanked off your scarf and jacket before spying Olivia coming over.

“You’re two minutes late.” She teased, not that she cared about two minutes.

“I had some trouble, okay?” You replied sharply, not really meaning to but you were throughly annoyed.

“Woah…alright. I can take a hint. I just thought you’d like to know we caught your perp you’ve been chasing. He’s in two.” Olivia tilted her head towards the room.

“Thanks Liv.” You said with an apologetic tone before rushing off towards the interrogation room not even bothering to take care of your boot or anything yet.

Opening the door you quickly walked in.

“Couldn’t hide forever…” you started before you looked up and straight to Nick’s hazelnut eyes. “N-Nick…”

“You’re right, I couldn’t stay hidden forever.” He flashed his famous smirk before opening his arms and you began to tear up coming to him, flinging yourself into his chest and burying your face into his neck taking a deep shuttering breath.

“I h-hate you.” You mumbled as tears dropped to his shoulder and he chuckled.

“What? Hey…hey what did I do? Hermosa why do you hate me and why are you crying huh?” He pulled you back just enough to cup your face gently in your hands, glancing over your face with concern.

“Because here you are…sun kissed skin, glowing even more than usual and you get to go home to Southern California while I get to stay here in crumby freaking New York City with forty more years of winter.” You took a deep breath and gathered yourself.

Nick laughed before leaning in and capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “I missed you…I actually came here to spend the week with you but I have a better idea.” You furrowed your brows wondering just what your boyfriend could be up to.

“You’re soaked mi amor.” He purred as he got a look at you. “Come on, you’re going home and changing then we’re going to cuddle and get you thawed out.” He flashed his knee weakening smile.

Later after arriving back at your place you had curled up with Nick and some cocoa under a cozy blanket.

“So I wanted to ask you something baby.” Nick asked softly breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah? You didn’t come across the country to sit with me under a blanket did you?” You hummed cuddling into his side feeling his lips press a kiss to your head.

“Mm no, not exactly but it’s a nice benefit. I get to warm my baby up.” He hummed wrapping his arm around you bringing you closer if it were possible. “I came to ask if you’d consider moving in with me.” He asked hesitantly, worried he’d be rejected. It wasn’t often something worked out for Nick Amaro and he had hoped after three years together and a year of long distance that this relationship worked out, that you’d live with him, move across the country with him.

You turned sat up a bit, looking to him, eyes searching his for any hint that he could be joking but found none. “Y-you’re….you're serious?”

“I…I mean…well yeah I was hoping so.” He said with a little waver in his voice worried he pressed too fast. “You hate winter. I miss you so much. Like really miss you. I want you to be with me and the kids. They miss you too. There’s nothing like having you in bed beside me every night and waking up with you in the morning. The sun shining on your hair and how cute you look with your mouth open and a little bit of drool.” He chuckled when you shoved him.

“I don’t drool, Amaro!” You shot back.

“You do! I can’t help it. I wipe it off with my thumb and you mumble before snuggling to my chest. It’s the most precious thing.” He laughed but looked over you with the most loving tender smile. “Amor…hermosa, I miss you so fucking much. Please? Will you come to California with me?”

You never thought about leaving NYC for real, but the opportunity never had presented itself, well never a real opportunity. It wasn’t an opportunity for Nick to come back to live here, his family and career had him there now and he loved it but the only piece missing was you. He just needed you.

You hated winter, if you wanted to see snow it wasn’t that far to go and see it to play for a day or two and ski but you wouldn’t have to deal with it daily, endlessly.

“Yes. Yes I’d love to. There’s nothing else I’d love to do more.” You cuddled back to Nick but kissed him deeply as he held your face and kept his forehead close.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to have you with me daily again. To start our lives together in a whole new chapter.” He smirked against your lips knowing he had an even bigger question in store for you once you had moved in and settled in California with him.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 6 months

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You know i love you

Happy Birthday to my birthday twin @ben-c-group-therapy It's that time of year and I' am super excited to share another year with you.

Warnings: Zero. Just fluffy.

WC: 238.

Enjoy x

You ran your hands down the front of your green crushed velvet dress, your eyes following your hands in the mirror. You were overwhelmed with joy and your heart was singing. Never in the history of your love life had anyone ever gone to this much effort for your birthday. You walked out of the restaurant bathroom, your eyes catching Nick’s as soon as he heard the door woosh open. Your eyes were glued to each other’s as you walked back to the table, the heat of your body rushing up to your face, your ears buzzing so loudly it the washed out the laughing of the rest of the squad sitting at the table. You sat back down in your seat and Nick’s hand went straight to your leg, his warmth from his hand making you shiver,

“You look beautiful tonight Y/N”

“You picked well” you smirked back.

“Guess I know you better then you thought” Nick grinned before he lent over and kissed your cheek “And you think I don’t love you” he scoffed back with a wink.

“Guess so, after tonight I definitely know you love me” you giggled “Thank you so much babe, for planning all this”

“I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much you deserve it”

“You’ve definitely done that” you lent over and kissed his lips lightly.

“Happy Birthday Mi Amor”

Tags: @beccabarba @alwaysachorusgirl @jemmakates

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mrsamaroevans · 2 years

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HELP A WRITER

Hey tumblr.

I need help from people in the United States and England pleeeeease!!

Ok... Soooo HOW DOES COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY WORKS IN YOUR COUNTRIES?

I'm sooo confused.

Like, I'll explain how it works in mine:

We get out of high-school at 17 or 18 (it all depends on the high-school plan you choose), then we go to, the literal translation would be university to study whatever we want (vet med, medicine, laws, graphic design, architecture, marketing... Etc). Like if I had't drop out Vet School when I was 19, I would have been a fully graduated Vet at 23.

I'm confused with this because in SVU I've heard that people go to college (like the most famous in the show, Hudson), and then they say that on the fall they're going to like... Oxford... Or Yale... Or any other with big names to study laws or medicine or Idk.

So...

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

I also saw it in Pitch Perfect. They all are in college (that in spanish that is also translated like universidad-university) right? And then, there's this girl that says that she's been accepted at vet school...

How does that work? I'm so confused.

All of this happens like in USA, but I'm also curious to know how does it work in England and other countries if you like to share.

I've been doing google research but it doesn't help me to understand. I'm writing a book and it would be really nice if you help me. It also will help me at writing my fanfiction.

Thaaaanks!!

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pascalispretty · 7 months

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All Wound Up

Nick Amaro x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2063

Warnings: Friends with benefits, drunk sex, whiskey dick, spanking, rimming, Nick being a tease

Summary: When his body won't cooperate with what he wants to do, Nick finds a new way to tease you. Can be read as part of the Mutually Beneficial universe.

A/N: Happy Kinktober everybody! This is my entry for Day Three: Rimming. Prompts from @absurdthirst's list, and my thanks as always to @misscharlielulu. (ao3).

You and Nick return to your apartment much earlier than you had expected. The two of you had met in a bar not far from your place and would have been content to stay for longer had some idiot not spilled a pint of beer all down your back. Your dress clung wetly to you, and beer dripped from your hair as the two of you walked home.

“I need to shower,” you say, wrinkling your nose in disgust as you catch a whiff of your hair. It takes you a minute to locate your keys, your fingers rendered clumsy with tipsiness as you rifle through your bag.

“You want company in there?” Nick asks, raising his eyebrow suggestively at you. Giggling, you catch his hand as you make your way into the elevator and hit the button for your floor.

“Nice try. I need to actually try and get clean.”

“What’s the point? You’ll just get dirty again after.” Nick teases as you both exit the elevator and open the door of your apartment. He wastes no time in pulling you towards him once you’re inside.

“The point is that I don’t want my sheets reeking of beer,” you tell him, kissing him quickly. “Go get comfy, I’ll be right back.” With a deep sigh, Nick begrudgingly lets you go. You can’t help but smile at his back as he heads towards your bedroom, a familiarity with your apartment that belies his supposed status as your friend-with-benefits of only a few months.

You shower as quickly as you can, washing your hair twice to make sure the smell is well and truly gone. Your dress, you wring out as best as you can before throwing it in the laundry basket, along with the rest of your clothes.

Clad in just a towel, you make your way back to your bedroom. You’re pleased to see that Nick has indeed made himself comfortable; he’s reclining back on your bed, wearing only his black boxer-briefs. You can’t help taking a moment simply to admire him; he’s only lying on your bed, but he looks like he’s a model advertising the Hugo Boss underwear he has on.

“God, you’re just…ridiculously hot,” you tell him, letting the towel fall to the floor as you clamber onto his lap. Nick smirks at you, his hands sliding from your thighs round to your ass and palming at the curve of your backside.

“You’re one to talk, Kid. You know how I feel about you wearing those tight skirts and dresses around the courthouse.” You gasp as his fingertips dig into your flesh, a smile playing on your lips. You’ll never admit you’ve started wearing those pencil skirts and dresses more ever since he mentioned it to you.

“I know how much you like them,” you murmur, dragging your nails lightly over his abs. “You’ve told me enough times how much you like staring at my ass in them.” He chuckles, a low laugh that has no right to be quite so sexy, before flipping the two of you in one smooth motion.

Pinned underneath him, you switch your attentions to his back, making him shiver when you scratch in just the right place. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue licking into your mouth as he presses closer. Before you can get comfortable, he moves you again, leaning back and turning you onto your front.

“Indecisive?” You tease, but he just kisses the nape of you neck in response. The first kiss is followed by more, his lips tracing their way down your spine and back up again. It’s slower and more torturous than you expected, especially after how eager Nick had been to get you into bed; perhaps it’s punishment for your insistence on showering first.

Nick rests more of his weight on you, draping himself over your back. You make a soft contented noise at the sensation, your eyelashes fluttering shut as he presses yet more kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

You’re not quite expecting the growl of frustration, or the bite to your neck that accompanies it. Nick hides his face in the crook of your neck, pinning you so thoroughly to the bed that you can only just manage to turn your head in his direction.

“Nick?” You arch your back; in your drunken state, it’s taken you too long to realise what’s happening. He’s not at all hard. “Nick, if you’re not in the mood-”

“I am,” he groans into your neck, cutting you off. “I am, Kid, just- God, I’ve not had to deal with whiskey dick in years.” His breath is hot against your skin, making you shiver underneath him even as you try to figure out what to do.

“It’s okay,” you tell him, trying not to squirm as he shifts atop you, his leg slipping between yours. “It happens.”

“Shouldn’t,” he huffs, nipping at your neck again. “’s my own fault, drinking on an empty stomach.” You want to try to figure out how to help him, but the press of his thigh between your legs feels so good. You can’t help rocking back slightly against him, trying to angle yourself in just the right position to grind on his thigh.

“What do you want to do?” You ask breathily, and he chuckles against your neck.

“You can stop rubbing yourself on my thigh like a cat in heat.” He ignores your whine, his weight leaving you as he sits up. “If I can’t come, you’re not allowed to either.”

“You sound grumpy,” you say with a giggle. “The alcohol hasn’t personally insulted your manhood, you know.” His palm lands on your ass; it’s barely a swat, but a soft moan escapes you anyway.

“I have a beautiful girl in bed with me who spent the past week trying to convince me to put it in her ass, and my body won’t cooperate. I’m allowed to be annoyed.” Another exasperated sigh escapes him.

You want to help, but before you can figure out what to say, Nick’s hands slide to your hips, encouraging you to move up onto your knees. Your chest stays on the bed, your face still pressed against the mattress as Nick runs his hands down between your thighs.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his thumbs swiping over your folds, spreading you open to expose your cunt. “It’s not fair.” You can barely breathe as he moves closer to you, another sigh escaping him.

“You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” he says, knowing that it’ll make you squirm. Without warning, he licks a broad stripe through your folds, groaning against your skin at the taste of you.

“Nick,” you manage breathlessly. “Nick, you don’t have to-”

“I want to,” he tells you, one of his thumbs shifting to brush against your clit. “Just let me play with you. See if it gets the blood moving where it’s meant to.” His tongue finds your entrance, dipping inside for a brief moment before he pulls away again. “You still can’t come though.”

Any thoughts you might have about complaining at the injustice go out of your head when his mouth returns to your cunt. You wail as he eats you out with abandon, devouring you with a desperation that has you nearly sobbing in pleasure. That familiar heat builds all too quickly inside you, and just as you’re wondering whether you can get away with coming, Nick pulls away from you.

“Nick,” you nearly sob into the sheets, your thighs shaking. “Nick you can’t, it’s not fair.” He lands another swat on your ass in response, a sharp cry pulled out of you. You’re so wound up that you flinch when he licks his way through your folds again, so sensitive after your ruined orgasm. His hands palm at your ass, squeezing at your flesh as he traces your fluttering entrance with his tongue.

Another sharp little noise escapes you when he pulls away again. He gives you another spank, the tip of his thumb lingering incredibly close to your other hole. His hands grip at your backside, pulling your cheeks apart, and you squirm at how exposed you feel.

“Is this okay?” Nick asks softly, and you nearly choke on your own breath.

“God, yes please.” Satisfied, Nick presses a little more firmly at the tight ring of muscle, the pressure making you squirm. There’s something so deliciously filthy about it, and it makes something deep in your insides twist in anticipation and desire. You’re about to offer to steal lube out of your roommate’s stash, only to jump in surprise when you feel the first brush of his tongue against the puckered skin.

“Fuck, Nick-” you gasp out, heat unfurling down your spine as he uses the tip of his tongue to trace your hole. It’s not something you ever would have imagined Nick being into, but you’re in no mood to stop him.

“Is this okay?” He asks after a moment. You nod quickly, only for him to spank you again. “I need you to use your words, Kid.”

“Yes, it’s okay,” you manage, wailing into the pillows as he responds by dragging the flat of his tongue over you. He laps at your hole, slicking the skin with spit as you squirm at how filthy and debauched it is. Your hair is still damp, the coolness completely at odds with how hot the rest of your body feels.

“I like you like this,” he says, pulling his mouth away just enough to allow the tip of his index finger to press against your asshole. “Ass in the air, all squirmy.” He’s right; you can’t keep still as he lets just the very tip of his finger push past your muscles, holding you open as he laps at you.

You’re not sure how long he keeps you there like that; it’s all you can do to grab fistfuls of the sheets to anchor yourself and moan into the pillows. When you try to push back against him, another hard slap lands across the back of your thigh. You can’t come from this, despite how delicious it feels, but you’re keenly aware of that sticky wetness coating your inner thighs.

Nick pulls another sharp sound from you when he takes his finger away, both hands returning to hold your cheeks open. Something tugs at the back of your brain – he seems to know what he’s doing, but before you can wonder if he’s done this before, you feel the tip of his tongue take the place of his finger, just barely breaching your muscles.

“Oh my God, Nick-” you choke out, barely able to get the breath to form the words with how tightly you’re pressing your face into the pillow. You melt against the sheets as he forces his tongue just a little deeper, heat licking through your veins to pool in your centre.

One of his hands leaves you, and you distantly become aware of the sound of skin sliding against skin. The thought of him touching himself while he’s doing this to you, enjoying you in such a vulnerable position, makes you shiver.

“God, baby,” he murmurs eventually, lifting his mouth away from you just enough to speak. “I love the little noises you make. So responsive…” He shifts a little, and you jump when he bites at the meat of your ass, sucking a hickey into the skin.

“Harder,” you plead, trembling when you feel the scrape of his skin against your flesh. It’s a mark that’ll linger for days, and part of you thrills at the idea. You expect him to lower his mouth back to you, but he gives a low grunt instead, pulling away even further.

“Finally,” he mutters, and you hear him shifting on the bed behind you. One of his hands finds your hips, rolling you over unceremoniously onto your back. From here, you can see he’s finally, gloriously, hard, his cock straining against the soft fabric of his underwear.

“Oh thank God,” you sigh, sitting up to help him get them off. “I think I might have died if you’d kept insisting I couldn’t come because you couldn’t.” Nick bats your hands away, pushing his underwear down himself and pulling your legs open wider.

“When did I say that I’d let you come?”

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