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gatefleet · 2 months ago

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Truth or Dare

Joe Velasco/fem!reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, flirting, innuendo, smut, fingering, oral, p in v. I dunno where this one came from, the idea just sparked and I fucking raaaaaan with it. Oops. 6k

Joe was used to flirting, he knew flirting, all the ins and outs of it, the sly grins, the lingering eyes, flattering compliments and dirty jokes that toed the line just right at just the right time. He knew how to play the field, how to weave the perfect lines to get someone to go along with his plans. He knew how to flash a smile, puff his chest out and put on a mask, slip into a role, work had helped him with that.

But tonight was nothing like the usual.

Joe wasn’t used to this kind of flirting.

The type that came along with being your plus one for an art show at a hotel in midtown, the one that started with a town car outside his apartment and a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. He knew it was just a formality, a congratulations for his good friend who’d landed a professional achievement and didn’t want to face the crowds on her own. There was no nervousness, you’d been friends far too long for any of that, no internal debate on whether to try and hold your hand in the car, whether it was too forward to place his hand on your thigh while the car maneuvered through the streets. Instead you thanked him for the flowers with a small smile and gentle squeeze of his hand before launching into a minor stress fueled rant of the week leading up to the opening. He listened intently, giving comments when you slowed your words and rather than digging into the anxieties of the night, he asked if you were excited, watching the sparkle bloom in your eyes, the near dreamy smile on your lips as you talked it up and he couldn’t help but feel the warmth spreading through his own chest.

He loved getting to be the person you brought into your inner circle like this, into the important part of your life, the one you spent countless hours pouring yourself into day after day. The night was about you, but you made sure that he never once felt awkward or our of place, introducing him to a few important people, frequent trips to the tables of finger foods and a fresh drink in his hand right as the last one emptied. Instead of devilish smiles and pleas to disappear upstairs, there were proud grins as he watched you talk about the art you loved, warmth from your gaze as he kept up with connoisseurs who he knew you found slightly intimidating. There was a sense of comfortability when you would step closer than normal, a hand resting on his chest while you whispered something into his ear, the rumble from his chuckle present against your palm. A playfulness when you settled at a high top table in the corner, close enough to each other to not be overheard as you played a game of smash or pass to kill the time. A glittering laugh coming from your lips that Joe had heard a thousand times before when he started making up outlandish back stories for the other guests at the gallery, some of which you were certain there had to be some truth to.

It was a soft sense of flirting, something almost domestic about it, like the two of you had been playing this game for years. It wasn’t weird for his hand to rest on your lower back, for him to be so close to you that you could feel his breath on your shoulder there was no awkward laughter or protests if someone assumed you were a couple. It felt completely natural when the ballroom began to clear out and Joe wrapped an arm around your waist, swiping a bottle of champagne before guiding you to the hotel elevator. A mutual soft sigh leaving your lips as your head tilted, resting against his shoulder, satisfied with a successful night.

“Thank you for coming.” You murmured softly as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

“Anytime.” He replied, an affectionate look in his eyes as he followed you down the hall to your room, “you know I like coming to these things with you.”

“Best plus one in the city.” You laughed lightly, holding the door open behind for him, a grin on your cheeks as you swiped the bottle from him. “No one else ever snags extra free drinks.”

Joe laughed, slipping out of his suit jacket and hanging it over the back of a chair while you found two glasses to pour the bubbly into. “Only now we’ve lost our roster for smash or pass.”

That earned a chuckle from you, shaking your head as you stepped out of your heels and he swiped a glass from you.

“May as well continue on with the trend of high school sleepover games.”

“Bottle’s not empty.” He raised it up, giving it a swirl and you laughed, swatting at his chest.

“That’s not a two player game.”

“I’m open to suggestions.”

“Truth or dare.” You shrugged a shoulder, turning to the mirror to take the pins out of your half updo, hair cascading around your shoulders.

“Hit me with a truth.” He replied from behind you, watching you in the mirror as he undid the cuff buttons, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows.

“Do you actually like coming to these things?” Your eyes met his in the mirror, a near look of hesitation in them before you turned around and stepped toward him, a mocking warning finger poking into his chest, “remember you have to tell the truth.”

Laughing lightly, he wrapped his hand around yours, lowering it between you, “yes.” He nodded, “I really do. It was a little nerve wracking at first, it wasn’t like I knew anything about art or what to talk about with some of those people. But I’ve learnt a lot, you’ve taught me a lot, and I really like getting to come now. And getting to see you kick ass.”

A puff of air escaped your lips as they broke out into a small smile and you felt your cheeks heat slightly at the praise, pride swelling in your chest.

“Good.” You took a swig of your drink before dropping down onto the bed, shifting against the pillows to get comfortable. “I would hate to have to find a new plus one now.”

“Pretty sure I have full claim to that title by now.” He followed suit, settling next to you on the bed, propped up on his side. “Your turn, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How many paintings did you want to sell tonight?”

“Going home with one sold is generally the goal.” Your fingertip traced the rim of your glass, your eyes watching the liquid inside.

“And how many did you sell?”

“Three.” Your eyes flicked up to his, a shy smile on your cheeks that met the wide one on his.

Joe whistled, raising his glass to yours, clinking them together before you both took a swig. “Talk about an accomplishment.”

“I know.” You couldn’t help the smile, your eyes ducking down again as your hand reached out, folding back the cuff of Joe’s sleeve. Your finger and thumb smoothing across the fabric, rolling it neatly, fiddling with the button, “I used to think this dream was so frivolous, that it was better spent putting my time and effort into something else, something that guaranteed a real career.” Your fingers had moved on, tracing the veins and tendons in his forearm to distract yourself, “Sometimes I still worry about that. I could be some kind of one hit wonder, have a few good sells and then tumble into the void after six months”

“I doubt that.” Joe’s unoccupied arm lifted from the bed, his fingers tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear to gain your full attention, your eyes wide, a flash of vulnerability in them when they caught his. “I’ve been with you to four of these this year and you’ve sold something each time.” He continued twirling your hair around his finger, “most of those sales went on to display in public galleries where even more people get to see your work. You said your follower count had gone up across social media, people like your shit.”

“A plus one and an ego boost.” Your finger stalled slightly before tickling up his wrist and tracing the lines on his palm, “you’re stuck coming with me now.”

“And here I was thinking it was because I look so good in a suit.” He teased and you laughed, your hand briefly leaving his to playfully shove against his chest. Joe felt the familiar warmth spreading through him, his finger ghosting down the side of your cheek, lingering across your dimple before he gently pinched at your chin. You let out a soft hum at the motion and his hand shifted down your neck, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder.

“Truth or dare?” You asked, nail scratching at his palm to redirect his attention.

“Truth.” He replied and you scoffed, “what?”

“Pussy. You never pick dare.”

“Oh yeah, and what would you have me do?”

“I think you know.” Your fingers stilled again, eyes darting up to his as he gazed across at you for a moment.

“I’m not streaking up and down the hallway. I’m an officer of the law.”

A fully belly laugh escaped your lips and you dropped onto your back on the bed, withholding an eye roll as you felt Joe’s hand trail down your torso, coming to rest on your stomach. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You wanna dare me so bad…dare me.” There was a glimmer in his eye as he adjusted, scooping your glass out of your free hand to place on the nightstand with his, his body brushing against yours as he reached over you. The feeling was soothing, his warmth and weight on you, hovering for just a second, taunting eyes boring into yours.

“Fine.” You raised a brow, your voice practically a purr “I dare you.”

“You sure?”

“I already dared you; there’s no backing out allowed now.”

Joe’s hand slid up your side, cupping your cheek and he waited only a second, giving you the time to bail out if you wanted before he leant down, his lips tenderly pressing into yours. It was chaste, small, your lips separating only a hare’s breath before your arms wound around him, a hand sinking into his hair, threading through the thick locks to guide him back to you and his eyes fluttered shut again. His entire body relaxed into the kiss, lips beginning to move with ease against yours, easily finding a rhythm like they’d always known the dance and had just been waiting for the right partner to perform it with. He swallowed down the gentle sigh that escaped your lips, his fingertips softly tickling at the side of your neck while your nails scratched at his scalp. Everything in that moment, like every moment that evening, felt completely right.

Reluctantly, Joe pulled away, pressing one last soft kiss to your lips before rolling back onto his side, leaving the ball in your court. You rolled back onto your side to face him, biting down on your lip as to not let your smile get too huge.

“Truth?” He asked, knowing you weren’t likely to accept a dare.

“Truth.” You nodded, a small laugh breaking out of your face that made him smile, “that was one of the best kisses of my life.”

“Now who’s ego boosting.” He taunted, nudging at your side and you laughed, slightly falling towards him and his eyes watched the strap of your dress dip down your shoulder, leaving a string of purple fabric from your bra bare against your skin. He managed to regain focus, pushing your hair back from your face so he could see you properly again.

“Truth or dare?” You asked, a spark in your eye that hadn’t been present earlier.

“Truth?” His fingers trailed across your collarbone, slipping under the lacy purple strap, tracing it down to the neckline of your dress, “my favourite colour’s purple.” His eyes flicked from the strap to yours, “so I’d really like to see what you’ve got on underneath this dress.”

“Is that so?” You asked, a smirk taking over your lips.

“No lies. I know the rules of the game.”

Sitting up, you swung your legs off the edge of the bed with you back to him before looking over your shoulder, “little help with the zipper?”

Joe sat up, his fingertips brushing against your skin as he moved your hair over your shoulder, pausing only to leave a featherlight kiss between your shoulder blades before undoing the clasp and slowly pulling the zipper down.

You let the black fabric fall from your shoulders as you stood from the bed, turning to face him as the straps slipped down your arms and you shimmied out of it, leaving the dress at your feet as you stepped back toward him. His eyes raked up your body slowly, admiring the intricate purple lace of the thong and bustier, fabric extending an inch below your breasts, cupping them perfectly. The light in the headboard washed your body in a warm glow, just enough light for Joe to see everything he needed to while still leaving something to the imagination.

“Well?” You raised a brow again, “you like it?”

“Yes. One hundred percent truth.” His hands reached up before you even hit the side of the bed and they wrapped around your hips, pulling you back to him and you let out a little giggle as he made you topple down into his lap. “Fuck you look amazing.” His lips tickled against your skin when he spoke and before you had the chance to reply they were on yours again.

Your knees settled on either side of his hips, his hands warm as they slid across your back, hugging you to him while he kissed you. His lips were pillowy soft, the slight taste of champagne on his tongue when it slowly slid into your mouth and you couldn’t help but let out a small moan as your hands tangled into his hair again. He took his time, tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, rolling with yours, making sure to truly get a taste of you. His hands trailed up and down your back, fingers tracing the lace patterns on the back of the bralette, toying with the hem of your panties while he groaned. There was no rush to it, the fire within the two of you nothing but small kindling, happy to have even the smallest of a glow, the flame incredibly easy to reignite later if this was all that happened tonight. The kiss was enough. Even unspoken it was clear as ever that you’d both been unknowingly waiting for this, wanting to make sure that the moment was exactly right when it finally happened.

Joe broke the kiss, his hand ghosting across your face, threading loose locks of hair between his fingers, brushing more off your forehead, pushing your hair back as he gazed at you. His eyes dark, a desire burning behind them as he watched the way your chest rose and fell, lips parted slightly as you made an attempt to catch your breath.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous baby.” He husked, his other hand resting on your waist, thumb tracing smooth circles on your skin. He leant forward, mouth finding a home in the crook of your neck, leaving messy kisses, “just fucking gorgeous.” His lips brushed against your skin before his teeth nipped you and a gasp escaped your lips.

The hand you had on his head tightened its grip, keeping him where he was, your eyes fluttering shut. His tongue laved across the bite mark, soothing the burn before he began to suck at your skin in hopes to leave a mark, claiming you as his own. He wanted a reminder of this night, no matter what else happened, he wanted to be able to look at your body in the morning and know that it was him who got the privilege to see it naked, to leave his mark on you. You let out a soft moan, your body rocking against him, chest brushing against his and you were suddenly eager to feel his skin, be able to explore him the way he was doing to you. Hands slunk between your bodies, your fingers tugging his dress shirt out of his pants before sinking under it, tickling at his heated skin while he continued his mission on your neck. You slowly worked your way from the bottom button to the top, exposing more tanned skin with each one until you were able to run your hands fully up his torso, nails gently scratching at his chest before you shoved the shirt off over his shoulders.

He refused to move his mouth from the crook of your neck, he could feel your pulse throbbing underneath his lips and he felt a sense of pride every time it picked up, getting closer and closer to racing. And it was because of him. Your body rolled against his again, this time the lace scratching at his skin and he felt the sudden need to feel the smoothness of your skin directly against his. Gripping your waist he gave you a little squeeze before his hands slid upwards, circling around your back to undo the clasps on your top, his fingertips tickled your skin as they slid under the straps, following their path, trailing over your shoulders. He finally pried himself away from the forming mark on your skin, leaving tender kisses up the length of your neck, nudging at your chin with his nose to gain your attention. Your eyes were lust filled, lips kiss swollen and parted, hair mussed up just a little bit and he thought you looked like the perfect combination of an angel and absolute sin. With his eyes on yours he guided your bra straps down your arms, gently tugging the purple fabric off your body until he heard it fall, dropping onto the floor. The corner of your lips twitched up into a grin and he finally tore his eyes off your face to glance downward, dick twitching in his pants at the sight of your tits.

“Fuck.” He swore, running a hand over his face, a brief laugh coming from him as he shook his head, “you been hidin’ these from me for all these years?”

You giggled, your hair falling in front of your shoulder as you shrugged, “wasn’t intentional.”

“You’re never allowed to put a shirt on again, you hear me?” This earned another chuckle from you as he pushed your hair out of your face again, securing it behind your ear without looking away from your chest.

“You gonna do anything aside from stare at them?”

The teasing question was all it took for Joe to lean in, tongue flicking at your nipple before his lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his mouth. One arm wrapped tightly around your torso, splayed across your back while the other one slid up your front, groping at your other breast. His tongue traced around your nipple, flicking at it again and you let out a low moan, your head falling back as your back arched into his movements. Joe’s teeth gently scraped across your skin and you hand quickly grasped the back of his head.

“Oh shit…” you murmured, a fluttering forming in your chest that tingled all the way down your body, heat pooling between your legs. While Joe continued to suck and bite at your tits, you couldn’t help but grind down against him, feeling his cock hardening in his pants, pressing up against you.

His fingers pinched your nipple right as his lips suctioned around the other before he let it go with a lewd pop, your nipple hardening in the cool air, having adjusted to the warmth of his mouth. The hand you had threaded in his hair tilted his head back, eager to steal another kiss before he made his next move and your tongue instantly slid into his mouth. He let out a groan when you nipped at his lower lip, his hips rocking up toward your body, his hand moved to the other side of your chest, continuing to play with your nipple while his tongue danced with yours.

This time you broke the kiss, your lips leaving a sticky trail of kisses down his neck and he let out a low hiss, cock throbbing already.

“You’re gonna be the death of me angel.”

“Yeah?” You nipped at his earlobe, “and what’re you gonna do about it?”

You righted yourself, your hands tickling over his shoulders and down his back as you cocked an eyebrow across at him. Joe simply smirked in response, a squeak leaving your lips as he steadied the arm around your waist and flipped you onto the bed so you were on your back, caged between his arms, his hips pinning yours to the bed.

“I bet you’d like to know.” He leant down, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I would.” Another kiss, this one a little longer than the first, “dare you to show me.”

“Think I might need to walk you through it first.” He replied with a teasing glint in his eyes and you nearly rolled your eyes. He shifted on top of you so he could press a kiss to your collarbone, leaving another between your breasts, then one on your stomach. His hand sunk lower between your bodies, playing with the waistband of your panties, “I think first…” his fingers traced the pattern of the lace, teasing you without really touching you, “I’ll make you come around my fingers.” You gasped; head thrown back into the pillows when he cupped you through the thin fabric. He shifted lower, sitting back on his haunches between your legs before leaning down and you could feel the heat of his breath on your nearly bare cunt when he spoke again, “then I want to know what you taste like when you come.” His tongue slowly dragged against your panties before he mouthed at your pussy twice and you moaned, hips twitching up off the bed. He chuckled, sitting up and undoing his pants, pulling them down over his hips before crawling over you again, capturing your lips in a kiss before he spoke again, “then I want to feel you come all over my cock.” He suddenly thrust toward you, grinding himself against your clit through his briefs and you shuddered.

“Fuck Joe…”

“That sound good, beautiful?”

“Fucking perfect.”

“That’s what I thought.” He murmured, leaning over you once again while a hand snuck between your bodies.

His lips met yours, the kiss fierce, deep, his tongue exploring your mouth while his hand slipped into your panties. You let out a soft moan into the kiss when his fingertips began softly rubbing your clit, your body rolling toward the motion in a similar rhythm. Joe waited until you let out a small whine, until your hips twitched upwards on their own accord and two fingers swiped through your folds, gathering your wetness and he pressed harder on your clit, his hand moving in faster circles.

“God..” you murmured, “that feels good.”

“Yeah?” He propped himself up on his free arm, his hand continuing to rub at your swollen nub, “you like this?” His fingers ran through your folds again, this time slower, watching the way your eyes squeezed shut, a breath of air puffing from between your lips.

“Mmhmm…” You gasped, your hips jolting off the bed as a spark shot through you, juices dripping out of your pussy, “fuck, don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Joe chuckled, increasing the pressure, his wrist moving in perfect quick circles while he ducked his head to capture your nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, tongue flicking it inside his mouth, groaning against your skin.

You could feel yourself clenching over nothing, lightning shooting through you with every touch that Joe left on your body. Your panties were soaked, every flick of his fingers bringing you higher and higher levels of pleasure, your body shivering between him and the bed. He bit into the underside of your chest and you let out a loud moan, your hips rocking up to meet his hand.

“Oh god!” Your fingers clawed at the bedspread, “you’re gonna make me come.”

You could feel the way Joe’s lips curved up into a smirk at your words, his fingers moving faster in your underwear as his mouth wrapped around your other nipple. He felt a sense of pride at just how wet you were, knowing that he made you feel this good and he’d barely touched you.

“Fuck.” You groaned, your body on fire, tingles shooting into sparks everywhere his hands touched you. You knew you were so incredibly close, each circle of his hand bringing you higher and higher until a gasp broke free from your lips and your body shuddered. “Oh god!” One of your hands closed around his wrist, squeezing as your orgasm shot through you, a whimper left your lips when his fingers slid off your pulsing clit and cupped your dripping pussy.

“Fuck are you ever beautiful when you come.” He murmured, staring down at you as he palmed at your cunt, smearing your juices around, his fingertips just daring to swipe through your folds again before he pulled his hand out of your underwear. “Just fucking drenched baby.”

“It’s all for you.” You breathed out, hand running up his side but before you could pull him in for a kiss he sucked his slicked fingers between his lips and let out a low groan.

“Taste so fucking good.” He met your lips for a kiss, chaste and hurried as he shifted over you, “I’m never gonna be able to get enough of you.”

Joe’s lips brushed down your body, teeth grabbing the waistband of your panties so he could pull them down your legs, tossing them to the floor behind him. His hands ghosted up your legs, pushing your thighs wide so he could settle between them. He let out a low swear at the sight of your pussy glistening in the low light, his thumb rubbing through you, circling around your clit and your head fell back into the pillows, need already pulsing through you again.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Without another word he dove in between your legs, tongue slowly dragging through you before his mouth wrapped around your clit, lazily sucking on it. He pressed a soft kiss just above it before returning to your cunt, mouth wrapping around it, tongue probing in just enough to really taste you. He let out a guttural groan, sending vibrations flowing through you, electricity sparking all your nerve endings and your hands shot to his head, threading through his hair and nudging him closer to you.

“Oh fuck, Joe.” You were already panting again, his mouth warm on your pussy, moving in just the way you wanted him to. His tongue refused to leave an inch unexplored, strong hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you open and on display for him as he devoured you. His nose bumped your clit and you cried out, your fingers tightening in his hair, “more! Please!”

One of his hands vanished from your leg in the same fluid movement that his mouth moved upwards, first nipping at your inner thigh before landing on your clit and two fingers easily sunk into your wet cunt.

“Fuu-ck.” Your hips rocked up to meet his slow thrusts, grinding yourself against his mouth as you squeezed around him and every single thought abandoned your brain except for how good he was making you feel.

Joe grunted against you again and your body shivered at the sensation, rocking up off the bed as you let out a whine. He continued to pump his fingers in and out, slowly picking up speed, keeping the movements of his tongue in the same rhythm until you were whimpering above him, your hips matching his pacing. Then he crooked his fingers, once, twice and on the third time you cried out, your hips jolting off the bed and stilling and he knew he’d found the sensitive spot inside you. Smirking around your clit he dragged his fingers over the spot again,

“Fuck!” Your fingers tensed in his hair, “right there. Oh god don’t stop.”

Like he would even dream of it, he would happily bury himself between your legs anytime you asked. He sucked harder, his fingers pressing on the spot, undulating inside your pussy, smaller thrusts, but faster, each one brushing your g-spot. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, whines and muffled moans breaking free as your thighs threatened to close around him. His hand picked up the speed and you swore again, legs trembling on either side of him, the double sensation of his mouth on you at the same time almost too much and before you knew it your vision was blasted white, crying out as you came.

Joe reluctantly removed his mouth from your skin, fingers slowing, gently fucking you through your orgasm as he kissed up your body. He smoothed back a few pieces of your hair, hand trailing down your cheek as his thumb ran across your lips.

“You alright?” He asked, a knowing glint already in his eye and you chuckled.

“Fantastic. But I believe you promised me three.”

Grinning down at you he shook his head before shoving his pants and briefs down his legs, only pausing to dig a condom out of his wallet. He slipped it on, giving himself a couple of pumps before leaning over you again. A small gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his cock, heavy and hard, rubbing against your throbbing clit. His hips rocked a few times until you were whining underneath him, your arms and legs tightly wrapping around his body.

“Joe, please.” Your hands floated down his back, grasping at his ass, urging him between your legs. He chuckled softly, leaving a kiss on the side of your neck.

“Don’t worry angel, I’m not one to back out of a dare.” He re-angled himself, lining his cock up with your entrance before sinking in, a mutual groan coming from both of you as he sunk deeper and deeper until your hips met and he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, do you ever feel good.”

With a soft groan he pulled his hips back until just the tip was left inside your cunt then thrust back just as deep inside of you, watching the way your eyes fell shut, the small moans you made as he began to set a steady rhythm. He wasn’t even sure where to look, his eyes lingering on every inch of your body, the way you threw your head back into the pillows, how your lips were parted, shallow breaths puffing out of them each time he thrust into you. The way your tits swayed in the perfect rhythm, the way your back arched off the bed when he hit a certain spot inside you. He couldn’t help but watch his cock disappear into your pussy, how it sank all the way in, you took him all and you took him perfectly. Each time he pulled out his cock was even more slick with your juices, your cum coating him entirely.

“Fuck, baby…” He grunted, picking up the pace as you squeezed around his length, “you take me so well. Such a perfect pussy.”

“Faster, please.” You urged and his dick twitched, resulting in your walls squeezing down on him.

Joe wasn’t one to refuse, managing to tear his eyes away from where your bodies were joined to gently fall over you, caging you into the bed, bracing on his knees so he could fuck you faster, cock thrusting in and out at a pace that made the bed rock. Your entire body consumed him, limbs wrapping tightly around him as your nails pressed half moon marked into his skin. At this angle your mouth was right beside his head, your breath hot on his skin, your whimpers and moans of pleasure going right into his ear and thus straight down to his throbbing cock. One of his arms managed to slip between your arched back and the bed, pulling you right against him, holding your body to his as he fucked you. Your hips were starting to lose rhythm, moans becoming louder whines and any attempt of making words were lost to pants of breath as your walls pulsed around him.

“Mmmhph—”

“You close baby?” He husked into your neck, lips latching onto the skin to make a matching mark for the other side. All you could do was nod, your body trembling in his embrace. Joe slid his free arm between your bodies, fingers easily finding your clit and began to rub in time with his thrusts, “let go for me, want to feel you come on my cock.”

Fire burst through you, your limbs tightening around his body as your hips stilled, body nearly seizing with pleasure as he brought you to yet another peak. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, your juices leaking out around it, his arm squeezing you tighter as your body rocked its way through your orgasm.

“Shit!” He grunted, his hips faltering at the way you clenched around him, if he thought watching you come earlier was incredible, getting to feel you come was heavenly. His hand slid out from between you as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, bracing on the bed to drive deeper into you, cock twitching with each thrust as he chased his own peak. It didn’t take very long at all, the way you were still having little trembles, breathy sighs leaving your lips, your pussy fluttering around him all driving him wild before he let out a low groan and spilled into the condom.

Joe gently collapsed over you, careful to keep enough of his weight on the bed as to not crush you as he slowly caught his breath. He felt your hands ghosting up and down his back, nails tickling at his heated skin, your lips tenderly pressing kisses to his neck and shoulder.

“Fuck.” You murmured, your voice nearly slurred with pleasure as one of your hands slid into his hair, scratching at his scalp.

“You’re telling me.” He muttered, gently pushing off of you, his cock slipping out. His gaze landed on your pussy once again, watching as the last few drops of your juices dripped onto the bedspread. “Fuck…”

He squeezed your ankle before disappearing into the bathroom to deal with the condom, coming back with a wet and a dry washcloth. Joe’s hands tenderly worked across your body, cleaning you off while leaving light kisses on your exposed skin. He grabbed the glasses of champagne along with a bottle of water and when you shivered he swiftly moved you under the blankets and pulled them up around the two of you as he encouraged you to curl around his body.

Your fingertips began tracing patterns across his chest and you let out a very satisfied sigh. Joe’s arm curled around you, his lips pressing into the top of your head and his hand gently grasped yours. He couldn’t help but smile at the way you instantly took his hand, tracing the lines of his palm before kissing it softly.

“I’ve got one more truth for you.” His voice was soft when he spoke.

“Hmm?”

“What would you say if I wanted to take you out to dinner next weekend? Just the two of us, a real date.”

Your head shifted upwards so you could catch his gaze, a soft smile on your lips and he felt warmth blooming through his chest, already knowing the answer. “God’s honest truth?”

He nodded.

“I’d absolutely love that.”

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Now presenting a REIDISHH Kinkmas special: BUY ME PRESENTS! For fifteen days in the month of December, starting December 1st and ending December 31st, I'll be posting kinky fics and drabbles starring our favorite slutty little crime fighters.

Note: ON TEMP. HIATUS

"Fuck the jet, send the sleigh! It's a packed holiday and I've got options, babe!" - Sabrina Carpenter, Buy Me Presents

001 :: LOSS OF VIRGINITY with AARON HOTCHNER

002 :: COCKWARMING with RAFAEL BARBA

003 :: MUTUAL MASTURBATION with SONNY CARISI

004 :: KNIFE PLAY with EMILY PRENTISS

005 :: SEX TAPE with SPENCER REID

006 :: SOMNOPHILIA with AARON HOTCHNER

007 :: CNC with SPENCER REID

008 :: EDGING with EMILY PRENTISS

009 :: ORGASM DENIAL with SPENCER REID

010 :: THREESOME with SPENCER REID + SONNY CARISI

011 :: ROLEPLAY with RAFAEL BARBA

012 :: BREEDING with SONNY CARISI

013 :: BONDAGE with RAFAEL BARBA

014 :: VOYEURISM with AARON HOTCHNER

015 :: EXHIBITIONISM with SONNY CARISI

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olderwomenenthusiast · 5 months ago

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EMILY PRENTISS

UNCOVER AFTERMATH

DESCRIPTION: emily reminds you who you belong to after being undercover

GAME OF POWER

DESCRIPTION: emily finally as her way with you & vice versa

DRINKS, KISSES & THE MORNING AFTER

DESCRIPTION: the tension between emily and you finally snaps

PULLING RANK

DESCRIPTION: emily pulls rank on you during and arguement at home

SPENCER REID

SOUTHERN ACCENT

DESCRIPTION: spencer is fascinated, maybe more than by your southern accent

TELL ME IN THE MORNING

DESCRIPTION: you make sure spencer tells you his confession when he's sober

JEALOUSY & CONFESSION

DESCRIPTION: you speak to jj about your jealousy and in return, encourages you

ALEX CABOT

SHE'S IN CONTROL

DESCRIPTION: you were meant to be focusing on the team's meeting but alex made sure you were only focused on her

LESSON IN CONTROL

DESCRIPTION: alex is in complete control over your body

CALEX

THE CHOICES WE MAKE

DESCRIPTION: casey has to choose between her girlfriend, alex or her new job offer

TOO LATE

DESCRIPTION: casey wants alex but she's too late

MORNING BLISS

DESCRIPTION: casey has her way with alex in bed and in the shower

CASEY NOVAK

UNDER PRESSURE

DESCRIPTION: casey arrives at your house insistent on making you pay

MELISSA SCHEMMENTI

THE GAMES WE PLAY

DESCRIPTION: you and melissa play this game where you constantly mess with each until one day you take it too far

FINALLY GETTING HER ATTENTION

DESCRIPTION: you really want melissa to pay attention to you

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fawtyy · 5 months ago

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Valentines Day

Rafael Barba x fem! Reader

Warnings: established relationship, piv sex, oral (female receiving), foreplay, fluff after

Word count: 2k

Rafael Barba stuck the key in the door, pausing and laying his forehead on the cool wood. It was 11pm, on Valentines Day, and he was supposed to be home by 8.

You told him that morning of the plans you had. Exchange gifts, have dinner that you would make, and have the best sex of your lives. It stayed on Barba's mind all day. He could barley concentrate on his work, imagining how you would look. What you would wear. Would you curled the way he liked it? Would you wear the red lingerie he bought you?

God, he hoped so.

But a new case was dropped on his desk, and he got stuck at his office. A text was sent to you at 7:30, telling you he would only be 30 minutes late. Another text was sent at 8:30, apologizing and promising he'd be there by 9, 9:30 at the latest. By 10, he didn't even bother texting you. He knew you were upset and angry, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He already bought your gift and had it bagged up at home. A beautiful diamond necklace, one that you pointed out months ago while on a trip. On his way home, he picked up a bouquet of red roses, hoping to soften the blow that he knew was coming.

Taking one last breath, he twisted the key and pushed the door open, closing and locking it behind him. Turning around, he noticed the lights in the apartment were off, but candles were everywhere, burning brightly. Placing his briefcase on the chair, he looked down to see rose petals, a path to your shared bedroom.

As he passed the kitchen, he noticed how clean it was, like it hadn't been touched. Like you hadn't cooked at all. Barba took his coat and blazer off, laying them across a table chair, before following path of petals. Stopping at the closed door, he heard soft music coming from inside. Pushing it open, his brows raised and his jaw dropped.

There you were, sitting on the end of the bed. Your hair, just like he hoped, curled around your shoulders. The red lingerie looking incredible on you, your breast on full display for him. You were leaned back on the back, your hands holding you up. His eyes trailed down your body, his tongue darting out slightly as he kept going. "Like what you see counselor?"

Rafael's eyes shot back up to your face, makeup perfectly highlighting your beautiful features. A smirk was playing across your lips, lips he couldn't wait to get his own on. "Oh, hermosa, I am blinded by your beauty right now." Your smirk turned into a smile, pushing yourself off the bed and walking towards him. His eyes followed your every move, a smirk starting to tease his lips.

"I had a feeling you wouldn't be home by 8, so I took a risk. I didn't cook and set up the apartment." His eyes looked at the bed, rose petals scattered across it. "Are those for me?"

He only then remembered the flowers in his hands, quickly holding them up for you to grab. "Indeed they are. I thought it might gain me some browny points but I can see that they weren't needed."

Nodding, you smelt them before placing them on your table. "No, but they are beautiful. I love them." Turning back to Barba, he started walking to you, taking in every inch of skin on display. "I thought you might need a stress reliever tonight."

Loosening his tie, he pulled it off while a chuckle escaped his mouth. "Cariño, I need a stress reliever every night." You grinned while he held his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek. "I do believe I was promised the best sex of my life this morning. Or was that a lie too?"

Shaking your head, you pursed your lips while unbuttoning his dress shirt. "Oh, no baby. That, most definitely, was not a lie." Pushing the shirt past his shoulders, he shrugged it off, pulling the undershirt off as well.

Barba kicked his shoes off while you unbuckled his belt. He grabbed your hands, stopping your actions, causing you to become confused. "All I want you to do right now is get your pretty ass in that bed, and let me take care of you."

"But Raf-"

"Did I stutter?" You immediately stopped talking, a small smile playing along your lips. Walking to the bed, you swayed your hips, climbing onto the bed, your ass stuck in the air.

Turning over, you laid your head on the pillows, spreading your legs. "No sir, you did not."

Rafael's smirk became larger, his hands sliding his belt off and dropping on the ground. He didn't bother with his pants right now, opting to climb in the bed with you. He held himself up above you, taking in your beauty while you stared up at him. "You are breathtaking, do you know that?"

You shyly smiled. "You remind me everyday."

Smiling, Rafael leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss, going down on his forearms to get even closer. Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him closer. The kiss turned more heated, your tongues fighting in your mouth, teeth clashing as you let a moan slip out.

Falling on his side, Rafael pulled you to him on your side, quickly unlatching your bra and throwing it aside. Your breasts fell, Rafael immediately pushing himself down and capturing your nipple, sucking and biting at it. "Oh fuck, Rafa..."

His hand came up, pinching and rolling the other around, causing whimpers to fall from your mouth. Stopping his assault, he began kissing down your chest, sucking and licking around your naval while he pushed back on your back. Your breathing picked up as you watched him go further and further down. Once he got to the waistband on your thong, he looked up at you, making sure.

"Rafa, please."

That was all it took. He placed open mouthed kisses around your clothed pussy. His tongue darted out, licking through the fabric. You were getting frustrated and restless, hating the teasing. Rafael leaned up some and pulled the thong down your legs, throwing it behind him. Sitting up on his knees, he took in your bare body. You were exquisite, lying there and waiting for him to ravish you. Rubbing your thighs, he met your eyes, his lids low. "I am going to ruin you for any other man, if you ever decide you'll no longer have me. Are you ready for that, hermosa?"

Smirking, you nodded. "Beyond ready, counselor."

Rafael dove in, not being able to hold himself back anymore. The first stride had you gasping for air, on hand tangling in his hair and the other gripped the sheet. He held your legs on his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs. His mouth worked magic, eating like hadn't ate in weeks. He was starved and your pussy was the only thing that could please and fix that.

He added in two fingers, sucking at your clit and pulling away with a pop. He glanced up to watch you come undone. Your head was thrown back into the pillows, both hands now gripping the sheets while whimpers and moans fell from your mouth.

He pulled his mouth away while his fingers continued on, curling to hit that perfect stop. "Oh my god, oh my-fuck.."

He smiled, shaking his head. "Not god baby, not god ever. It will always be me."

Pushing and curling, he watched you release your orgasm, thighs shaking as he kept going. Your hand shot down to grab his before he gently gripped your wrist, pulling it back. Keeping his fingers in you, he pulled himself up to be face to face with you. "Who do you think you are to try and make me stop? Who's in charge here?" You couldn't stop moaning long enough to answer the question, until he paused his movements, watching your eyes open. "I asked a question."

"You Rafa, you're in charge."

He leaned down and placed light kisses on your neck. "You're goddamn right I am." It was whispered but you heard it, and it made you clench around his fingers, something he immediately noticed. "Oh, chica sucia, you are so in for it."

He placed a gentle kiss on your lips before moving back down to his knees. Unbuttoning his slacks, he slid them off, leaving him only his boxers. Sitting up, you caressed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. One hand trailed down his neck and abdomen, stopping to play with his waistband. He pulled back for air while looking down at your sneaky hand. "Would he like some attention?"

Nodding, Rafael bit his lip to not smile too wide. "Oh, he would love some." Before slipping your hand in, you brought it back up to lick your wet tongue on your palm, watching Rafael's eyes darken with lust. You gripped the base of his cock, slowly moving your hand up and down, teasing his tip each time. "Oh fuck, Y/n..."

Hearing Rafael moan out your name filled you with pride, it did every time. His moans were always so pretty and he didn't always let them slip. "Do you like that baby?" He nodded, his face falling to the crook of your neck, lips sucking bruises that you'll have to hide the next few days. "You know what I'd like?" Feeling him shake his hand, you got close enough to whisper in his ear. "You taking away my ability to walk."

Not a second went by as he pushed you to lay back down, staring at you with hooded lids. "Ask and you shall receive, querida."

Sliding his boxers down, you watched his pretty cock spring out. Rafael wasn't just long, he was thick. You've had sex with him so many times, and it still stretches you everytime.

Rafael pulls your legs, pulling down the bed, and places your ankles on his shoulders. He took his tip, rubbing it around your slit before lining himself up. Watching your face, he slowly pushed in, inch by inch, your face scrunching up in slight pain. "Shh shh shh, mi amor, it'll all be okay." He bottomed out and you gasped slightly, gripping the sheets. "Just say when."

Waiting a few seconds, you nodded and he moved his hips back, sliding his cock along your warm, wet walls. He stopped at the tip, before slowly moving back in. After doing this for a couple strides, the pain turned into pleasure, moans spilling out. Rafael took that as his cue to speed up, causing your moans to grow louder. You clenched around his cock, causing him to hiss but keep his rhythm. "You don't come until I do."

Your moan got mixed with a whine. "Rafa I can't-"

"You can and you will." He sped up, feeling his own orgasm building up. Grabbing your thighs, he bent your legs, your knees side your ears. The new position made it even more difficult to hold off, being able to feel everything. "Fuck Y/n, how do you get tighter every time?" One of your hands gripped his forearm, nails sliding down and you tried to hold it in. Rafael was about to bust any second. "Come ángel, come around my cock."

You wanted to scream with satisfaction as your second orgasm washed over you, Rafael following behind. You felt his cum shoot and cover your gooey walls, a groan coming from his mouth as his head was thrown back. You stayed like that, both of you catching your breaths.

Rafael pulled your legs down, gently placing them on the bed as he laid on top of you. He placed light kisses along your cheek and neck, your hand mixing in his hair. "You did so good, mi amor, tan buena..."

You smiled and kissed the top of his head, rubbing his upper arm. "Happy Valentines Day, handsome."

Rafael lifted his head up, smiling as he kissed your lips. "Best day of my life."

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gatefleet · 5 months ago

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My heart, Jose ;-;

Christmas Bingo Card 2024: Surprise Gift - Joe Velasco x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @storiesofsvu @rosaliedepp

The squad room is quiet when Joe gets in. The brightly coloured lights along the bank of glass panels twinkle in the dimness of the office, an attempt by Curry to inject a little holiday spirit into a place where people come at the worst time of their lives.

When he gets to his desk, he doesn’t expect to find a neatly wrapped gift sitting upon it. The paper is forest green, his favourite colour. The corkscrewed ribbon a glossy gold.

It must be a mistake, he thinks but then he picks up the tag and it’s his name written on it in your pretty italic scrawl. There’s an ache in his chest because he remembers that conversation in the car during a stakeout a couple of days ago.

“I don’t do gifts.” He’d told you as you were sorting the skittles on the dashboard. You always separate out the yellow ones from all the others because you know they’re his favourite.

“Giving them or receiving them?” You ask him half serious and Joe doesn’t respond. He just stares out the window, his gaze firmly fixed on the building in front of him.

“Oh.” You say and his jaw tightens. “Has it always been that way?”

“For the past couple of years.” He concedes and it breaks your fucking heart to imagine him with nothing to open on Christmas Day, thinking that no one cares about him. “It’s not a big deal."

But it is, to you it’s a big fucking deal.

When he removes the paper, he’s surprised to find a watch box amongst wrapping. His mouth turns dry as he opens it. It’s a practical time piece, something that closely resembles an Omega De Ville Prestige but a fraction of the cost. The face is white with a silver rim and gold numbers, the strap made of brown leather. When he removes it from the box, he can feel something etched into the metal on the back. When he turns it over he sees his name engraved on to the silver plate, not his American name, his real one.

Jose.

He can’t express in that moment how much this gift means to him. It’s not just a watch, it’s a symbol of your partnership, the affection you have for one another.

He thinks about the message he got from you this morning.

Come over after your shift, help me with the left overs my mom makes me bring home.

He hadn’t responded, he thought it must come from a place of pity but now when he looks down at the watch he knows that it comes from a place of love.

He withdraws his phone from the pocket of his biker jacket, his thumb typing out a message.

That offer still open?

He sees the three dots and his heart beats a little faster in chest.

Always, you tell him. You’re always welcome.

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art-by-jas · 10 months ago

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𝑀𝑖 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛 AO3

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

Rating: E

Relationship: Nick Amaro x F!Reader

WC: 2,526

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gasp, "Oh, God..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, fuck, Nick, so good.” You bable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," you nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick: You busy tonight?

You: No. You?

Nick: Nope, nightcap?

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

Nick: See ya then.

You: <3

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

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thirtysomethingloser92 · 3 months ago

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Chapter 3

Summary: When you unexpectedly discover you're pregnant, you're thrust into navigating the complexities of your new reality. As the baby's father remains distant, it's your partner, Sonny Carisi, who steps up in ways you couldn't dream of. You find yourself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, including the unexpected feelings of slowly falling in love with your partner. Pairings: Sonny Carisi/Reader, Rafael Barba/Reader. Masterlist.

“I have these feelings, and they’re stupid and complicated and I don’t know if I’m able to stop them.” Your eyes watched as Rafael placed his drink down and placed his hands in his pockets, leaning against the front of his desk like he was waiting for you to finish, like he already knew what you were trying to say; “or even if I want too,” You finished in a whisper. You saw the ghost of a smirk cross Rafael’s face, his hands moving out of his pockets and stepping a bit closer to you, before placing his hands on either side of your neck. The warmth of his skin searing into your skin, his thumbs gently caressing you; “I don’t think I want you to either,” He finished, his voice low and heavy. The smell of aging scotch violating your nostrils as he leant down and pressed his lips to your own. His kiss was tentative at first, a soft brush of lips that left you breathless. Your heart raced, every beat echoing in your ears as his hands slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair. You felt his hesitance, his fear of rejection, but you also felt his need, his longing that matched your own.

You reached up, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath your palms. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more desperate, as if both of you were trying to make up for all the moments you had denied yourselves this closeness. His body pressed against yours, and you melted into him, losing yourself in the sensation.

The waiting room was sterile and cold, with its bland, off-white walls and outdated, uncomfortable chairs. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting a harsh glow over everything. A few scattered magazines sat untouched on a low table, their pages worn and curled, dated by months. The faint hum of the air conditioning filled the silence, along with the occasional ding of the automatic sliding doors as people came and went.

You had been sitting in this waiting room for what felt like hours, though it had probably only been thirty minutes. Your eyes were glued to the clock above the receptionist’s desk, each second ticking by painfully slow, so slow that it almost seemed like time was moving backwards. Your hand rested on your slightly protruding stomach, your fingers tracing absentminded patterns as you waited for something—anything—to happen. Whether it was Rafael walking through those sliding doors or the ultrasound technician calling your name, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. You just wanted to move forward, to get through this moment.

A small sigh escaped your lips. You were trying—really trying—to keep Rafael involved. You had sent him reminders of all the appointments, kept him updated on the pregnancy, and tried to make space for him in this process. But out of the three appointments so far, he had only shown up to one. The other two, he claimed, were due to court obligations. You understood, of course—his job was demanding, and you had always admired his dedication. But as much as you tried to rationalize it, each missed appointment felt like a little more distance growing between you and him, and between him and the child you were carrying.

His mother had been more involved, in her own way. She had sent you a care package, filled with maternity clothes and little baby trinkets, and had called to promise that she would come visit when she had time off work. But promises were just that—empty until fulfilled—and you weren’t sure when, or if, she would actually make it.

And in the end, you realized there was only one person you could truly count on, the one person who had been there for every appointment, every late-night craving, every moment of uncertainty.

“How’s your bladder feeling?” Sonny’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He sat beside you, tucking his phone back into his suit jacket, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

You gave him a side-eye, not really in the mood but still amused by his attempt to lighten things up. “This is almost as bad as that time we were on stakeout in Brooklyn. You know, with the trafficking case?”

Sonny nodded, chuckling at the memory. “Oh yeah, and you drank all that coffee after being told not to drink all that coffee? I remember that. You barely made it through the night without exploding.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if it was just a small one. “Bright side is, as soon as this is over, you can go pee,” he added with a grin.

“My tiny bladder can’t cope with this,” you mumbled, rubbing your stomach gently as you shifted in your seat. Despite the light banter, your mind kept drifting back to Rafael. You wanted so badly to believe that he cared, that he would eventually step up and be present. After all, you had shared so much once, and this baby was a part of both of you. But with each passing appointment, each reminder left unanswered, each text that went without a reply, the hope you clung to grew dimmer. It was like watching a candle flicker and slowly burn out in a dark, quiet room. You didn’t want to admit it, not even to yourself, but a part of you was beginning to accept the hard truth: Rafael might never be the partner or father you had hoped for. The man you had once trusted to stand beside you through thick and thin was slowly becoming a distant figure, a ghost in the background of your life.

You sighed again, though this time it came from a deeper place. A weight settled in your chest, the kind of heaviness that comes from loving someone who might never love you back in the way you need them to. The silence between you and Sonny was comfortable, but your thoughts were anything but.

Just then, the soft hiss of the sliding doors caught your attention, but out of habit more than hope. You didn’t even bother turning around. You had stopped expecting Rafael to show up. It was easier that way—easier than enduring the constant disappointment of hoping, only to have it dashed again. Whoever had just walked through those doors, it wasn’t him. You knew that much. It was what you had come to expect.

“You know you can go if you need to,” you said quietly, watching as Sonny pulled out his phone again, likely checking his messages or glancing at the time. “You don’t have to hold my hand through this. Really.”

Sonny shrugged, slipping his phone back into his pocket without even looking at it. “I know you don’t need me here,” he said softly, his voice as steady and warm as ever. “But I want to be here.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the simple sincerity in his words. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you felt the world quiet around you. There was no judgment in his gaze, no impatience, no sense that he had anywhere else to be. Just him, right here, fully present.

“You don’t have to do this,” you repeated, more to reassure yourself than him. Despite how much you appreciated Sonny’s presence, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. This wasn’t his responsibility. He wasn’t the father. He wasn’t obligated to sit in this waiting room with you. “It’s not your problem.”

Sonny leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he turned slightly toward you. “I know it’s not my problem,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “But you’re my partner, and my friend and friends don’t let each other go through this stuff alone. And besides…” He paused, his eyes softening as he glanced down at your hand resting on your belly, “…I care about you. Both of you.”

His words hung in the air, and for a second, you didn’t know how to respond. The tenderness in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes—it was more than you were used to. More than you had expected from him, or anyone for that matter. And yet, it didn’t feel overwhelming. It felt... right.

You swallowed, turning your gaze back to the floor as your fingers absently traced the curve of your stomach. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability crept up on you before you could stop it. “I thought I’d be doing this with Rafael, you know? I thought he’d be here, that we’d be figuring this out together. But now… now I don’t even know if he’ll be here at all.” The last part slipped out before you could catch it, and your chest tightened at the confession. Saying it out loud made it feel real—the kind of real that you couldn’t take back. The weight of your words hung between you and Sonny, heavy and undeniable.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “After that meeting a few weeks ago, it’s just been… weird,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Like, Rafael will call, he’ll show up for appointments sometimes, and he’ll say these things that make me think—maybe, just maybe—this co-parenting thing could actually work. That he’s willing to be involved, you know?”

You could feel Sonny’s eyes on you, quietly listening, giving you the space to let it all out. You took another breath, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you continued. “But then… sometimes he just goes silent. No calls. No texts. It’s like he disappears, and I’m left hanging again. Wondering. Waiting.” You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. “I dunno. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, considering how he just walked out on me without much of an explanation. But I thought… I thought it would be different with the baby.” You let out a half-hearted, bitter laugh, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all. "You think you know a guy," you said, your voice tinged with frustration and disbelief. "I mean, I knew we weren't perfect. I knew he had his issues, especially after everything that happened with his job, his family, all of it. But I didn’t think he’d just… leave. Not like that.”

The memory of Rafael walking out still stung, even though you had spent weeks trying to convince yourself it didn’t. You had told yourself over and over that you were fine, that you were strong enough to handle it. But late at night, when the apartment was dark and quiet, those thoughts would creep back in. You’d replay the moment you realised he left-finding that note on your bedside table-and wonder if there had been something you could’ve done, something you could’ve said, to make him stay.

You had spent weeks in limbo, waiting for a call, an explanation, anything that would make sense of it all. But instead, all you got was silence. Eventually, you had no choice but to accept it—that you and Rafael, no matter how much you loved him, were never really meant to be. The relationship you had clung to, the future you had imagined, had slipped through your fingers the moment he decided to walk away.

The weight of that truth settled heavily in your chest, the bitter finality of it. Maybe you’d never fully understand why he left, but you couldn’t keep torturing yourself with the question. It was like chasing a shadow—something you could never quite catch, something that would always elude you.

Sonny shifted beside you, his expression concerned, his lips parting as if he were about to say something. But before he could, you heard your name called from the far side of the room. You blinked, snapping out of the spiral of thoughts as you realized it was finally time for your appointment.

You pulled yourself to your feet, feeling the weight of your growing belly as you stood. The baby shifted inside you, pressing down hard on your bladder, and you winced at the uncomfortable sensation.

"I swear I’m going to wet myself any second now," you muttered under your breath, half-joking, half-serious.

Sonny was already on his feet beside you, his hand instinctively reaching out to offer support. You didn’t even have to ask. He was there, steady and reliable as always, making sure you were okay as you made your way toward the ultrasound room.

The technician, a woman with a warm smile and kind eyes, greeted you as you approached. “Ready to see your little one today?” she asked in a cheerful tone, clearly trying to put you at ease.

You nodded, though your thoughts were still tangled in the emotions that Rafael’s absence had stirred up. You wished, deep down, that he were here to experience this moment with you. But at the same time, part of you was relieved that he wasn’t. The constant back-and-forth with him, the uncertainty—it was exhausting. And right now, you needed peace more than anything.

Sonny hovered just behind you, his hand resting lightly on your back as you walked. He didn’t say anything, but his presence was enough. It grounded you, reminded you that no matter how messy things felt, you weren’t alone in this. Not really.

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The late afternoon sun filtered through the light canopy above, casting golden dapples across the small iron café table. You swirled the straw in your iced drink, watching the condensation drip down the side of the cup as you studied Sonny across from you. He was leaning forward, elbows resting on the table, hands animated as he spoke—his whole expression lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“You’re like a child who just saw Santa for the first time,” you teased, laughing as you sipped through the straw.

Sonny chuckled, that warm, soft sound that always seemed to make everything feel a little easier. “There’s something incredible about seeing that though,” he said, eyes wide with something close to awe. “Knowing that in there, a whole little person is growin’, moving around and just… existing. It’s the miracle of life, you know?”

You tilted your head with a fond smile. “What? So no comment about how the tech thought the baby was yours?” You raised an eyebrow as you took another drink.

Sonny gave you a look, one corner of his mouth tugging up. “Hey, I didn’t hear you clearing that up the first time she said it either.”

You blushed slightly and looked away, sheepish. “I didn’t hear her until the second time she said it,” you muttered. “I was too busy focusing on not wetting myself.”

He laughed and shook his head, reaching for his espresso.

Just then, your phone buzzed across the table, the screen lighting up with Rafael Barba. Your stomach flipped.

“Speaking of baby daddies,” you murmured under your breath, ignoring the way Sonny’s brows rose in immediate interest.

You leaned back in your chair, bringing the phone to your ear. “Hey.”

“I’m sorry,” Rafael’s voice came through, slightly breathless. You could hear street sounds behind him. “I got caught up and lost track of time. How’d it go?”

You didn’t even bother softening your tone. “Well, you’ll be glad to know that it’s a baby.”

There was a short huff of amusement on the other end. “I was wondering,” he replied, his voice just as dry. “Can I make it up to you?”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “How?”

A pause. “Dinner? I know you’re not really one for going out these days, but I could pick something up and swing by your apartment?”

You stared down at your half-empty drink, your jaw tightening before you responded. “Are you actually gonna show up?”

Sonny’s eyes flicked up from his coffee, quietly watching you. You caught his look and gave him a sharp glance that said not now.

“I’ll show up,” Rafael said quietly. “I’ll be there.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face. You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to. There was a time you never would have doubted him—when he was everything solid and safe in a world that often wasn’t. He was your constant, your person.

But now? Now, all you could feel was the ache of hesitation. The disappointment that had crept in, little by little, until it felt like a permanent fixture in your chest. You hated that you couldn’t trust him, hated how hard it was becoming to believe in him again.

“Yeah, fine. Okay,” you said, your voice low.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

You didn’t answer. Just ended the call and set the phone down.

Sonny was still watching you, that same quiet, patient look on his face.

“Barba’s coming over tonight,” you said slowly, turning your straw again in the cup, “bringing dinner.” You snorted. “If he does.”

“He will,” Sonny said, his voice gentle but firm.

You looked away, your fingers tightening on the plastic cup. “Yeah, but will he though? Come on, he’s gotten pretty damn good at flaking on me lately.”

You gave a bitter little laugh and stirred your drink again, the ice clinking against the sides. Sonny didn’t say anything right away. “He cares about you. He still does—you know that,” Sonny finally offered, his voice gentle but sure, the kind of tone he used when coaxing the truth out of scared witnesses or calming down someone on the edge.

You let out a short, bitter laugh and leaned back in your chair, the metal legs scraping faintly against the concrete patio. “Let’s count this down, shall we?” you said, holding up a finger. “He left me. With a fucking note, Sonny. Like a goddamn teenager ghosting a summer fling.”

You lifted another finger. “Then he ignored me. Weeks went by—weeks—and it wasn’t until Liv reached out that he finally acknowledged me. Or this baby.”

Sonny’s jaw tightened slightly, his brows furrowed with a flicker of sympathy, but he stayed quiet, letting you speak.

“And even now, knowing everything—knowing what this is—he still doesn’t come to appointments.” You paused, letting out a breath as you held up another finger. “Sorry. Correction. He came to one doctor’s appointment. A few weeks ago. Made a whole show of asking questions and acting like he gave a damn.”

You blinked, slow and deliberate, then dropped your hand and shook your head. “My point is... everything else is always more important to him. His work, his ego, whatever’s going on in that head of his—it’s all more important than this.” You gestured to yourself, to the small swell under your jacket, barely visible now but all-consuming to you. “Than me. Than this baby.”

The weight of your words lingered in the air. A siren wailed faintly in the distance. Someone laughed from inside the café. The world kept moving.

“It’s really hard,” you went on, quieter now, “trying to co-parent and do the whole thing with someone who only wants to be involved when it’s convenient. It makes me feel like I’m walking a tightrope every time I let him in. Like I can’t rely on him, but if I don’t let him try, then maybe I’m the bad guy.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna stick around?” Sonny asked carefully, eyes soft but searching. He didn’t push—you could always count on that with him. Just asked, just listened.

“I didn’t say that.” You shrugged a shoulder, half-hearted. “I just mean... I’m not expecting a lot from him. Which is fine. Loads of people do this alone, right? Liv managed. Amanda did it—twice. I can do this too.”

You looked down at your hands, fingers loosely knotted together in your lap. Your nails were chipped. You hadn’t even noticed.

Sonny gave you a small smile then, warm and steady. “Yeah, you can,” he said, without a hint of doubt. Not just encouraging, but believing it. Believing you.

You glanced up at him, your throat tightening unexpectedly. It was that look—pure, unwavering support, no agenda, no strings. Just Sonny, sitting across from you like he always did. Showing up.

<><><><><><><> It was just past seven when a knock on the door pulled you from the half-watched rerun playing on the TV. You blinked, slow and heavy-lidded, the soft glow from the screen casting flickering shadows across your apartment. You stood, stretching out the stiffness in your legs, one hand instinctively brushing over your stomach as you padded toward the door.

When you opened it, Rafael Barba stood on the other side, slightly out of breath like he’d jogged the last block, a white paper bag in one hand and that familiar uncertain look in his eyes—the one he used in court when he wasn’t sure how the jury would swing.

“Got you those, uh… those snacks from the bodega on the corner,” he said, holding out the bag like an olive branch. “The ones you used to love. I thought we could choose dinner once I got here—I wasn’t sure what you’d want.”

You looked at him for a long second, your expression unreadable. He looked a little thinner, like stress had been gnawing at him. His tie was loosened, his shirt slightly wrinkled under the navy vest. Still polished—but not pristine.

“I didn’t even think you’d show up,” you said quietly.

His face faltered. You stepped aside after a pause, silently letting him in. The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the world.

“I deserved that,” Rafael murmured, placing the bag carefully on the coffee table like it might break. He took a breath and turned to look at you properly—eyes scanning, almost studying you, like he was trying to memorize every change. You dropped into the armchair with a small exhale, curling your feet under you as he unbuttoned his vest and eased down onto the couch.

“God, this couch has only just gotten worse,” he muttered, shifting his weight with a soft groan. “It always tried to swallow me whole.” Then he looked over at you with a tired smirk. “It suits you.”

You raised a brow. “What does?”

“Pregnancy,” he finished softly, his voice gentler now.

Your eyes flicked away. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I’m only doing it the once,” you replied, giving a small huff. His gaze lingered too long, and it made you shift in your seat, your body suddenly too aware of itself under his scrutiny. You rubbed your hand over the curve of your belly, not protectively—reflexively.

“How have you been feeling?” he asked, settling back into the cushions, his tone more clinical now, like it might be safer.

You shrugged. “Tired. Hungry. The usual.”

“Nothing much has changed then?” he teased.

You cracked a smile. “Not particularly, no.”

Rafael leaned his head back with a quiet laugh. It was small, but it was real, “Any cravings yet?” he asked, smirking again as he glanced over.

“These, uh… spicy burger things from the place down the street from the precinct. Pretty sure the workers know Carisi by name at this point.” You laughed again, more relaxed now. “He keeps picking them up for me without even asking.”

Rafael hesitated, the smirk fading just slightly. His gaze sharpened—just a bit too interested, “Carisi?” he echoed, slow and cautious. “He, uh… he been doing a lot for you?”

You paused, something in his tone catching your attention. You met his eyes, your own suddenly cooler, “Well,” you said, voice even, “he’s the only one I’ve really been able to rely on.” The words hung heavy in the space between you, pointed but not raised. Just true. Rafael dropped his gaze, studying his hands like they might hold answers he hadn’t been able to say aloud. His jaw clenched once, the way it always did when emotion threatened to push past his control. After a moment, he cleared his throat and looked back up. “I’m glad you’ve had someone here for you.”

“I would have much rather it be you,” you replied, voice low, tight in your throat. “But it just seems like everything’s more important, you know? This—” you gestured vaguely between yourself and your stomach “—never seemed like it made the cut.”

He didn’t speak right away. You saw it—how his eyes flicked to the side, how he exhaled hard through his nose, fighting the swell of guilt that was clearly choking him. When he finally looked back at you, his gaze was softer, wounded.

“I didn’t mean for it to come off that way,” he said. “Trust me, nothing is more important than this. Than you—” He stopped as your expression shifted. Something must’ve cracked across your face, because he winced and backed off, sighing sharply. “What do you need from me?” he asked, voice quieter now. “Whatever you want. I’ll do it.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, letting the weight of everything press in for just a second. “Just be there. Show up. I’m almost halfway through this pregnancy and I haven’t even started shopping, haven’t looked at a single thing because I can’t. Because every time I try, I hear your voice in my head—like I need your fucking approval for everything I do for this baby.”

“You don’t—” he began, instinctive.

“I know I don’t,” you cut in, looking at him now, hard and direct. “But you’re the father, Rafael. You are. And you’re supposed to have a say in this. You should. But you’re not around long enough to have one.” Your voice cracked slightly, but you pushed through it. “What happens when this case is done? You gonna pack your bags again? Head back upstate, back to your perfect, curated life, and leave me here doing this alone?”

Rafael swallowed hard, his throat working. Then, barely above a whisper: “Then come with me.”

Your eyes snapped to him.

“I have a place,” he continued quickly. “It’s big enough. Quiet. It’s not forever, just… long enough for the three of us to figure this out.”

You scoffed, a bitter little laugh as you looked away, shaking your head. “If you asked me that question months ago—before you left—I would’ve come in a heartbeat. No hesitation. But now?” Your voice dropped. “I’m not going to leave everything behind for someone who left me without a second thought.”

He flinched like you’d hit him, “We’re still bringing this up?” he asked, the frustration in his voice creeping in.

“Yeah, we’re still bringing it up,” you snapped. “Because it still hits pretty damn raw. You didn’t come back for me. You came back because Liv called you. Do you even understand what that feels like? To know the person you loved more than anything didn’t love you enough to come back on their own?” You blinked hard. The burn behind your eyes was impossible to ignore now. “Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

Rafael’s mouth parted, his face drawn tight with emotion. “I loved you, okay?” he said quickly, his voice rising with the force of it. “I still love you. I’ll never stop loving you.”

You didn’t move, but your breath caught.

“But knowing I left you,” he continued, “knowing you were carrying my child—it terrified me. I didn’t know how to come back from that. How the hell do I walk into your life again after doing the one thing I swore I’d never do to you?”

“You just do it,” you shot back. “Because I needed you. You think you were scared? I found out I was pregnant and you wouldn’t answer your damn phone. For weeks, Rafael. And by the time you finally showed up, I was in my second trimester.” Your voice cracked again. You didn’t care. “The only person who’s been there—who stepped up where you didn’t—is the one person who shouldn’t have had to. But he did. Because he wanted to. Because he actually gives a shit about me.”

Rafael looked down, biting the inside of his cheek. Then he nodded, once. Twice. “You’re right,” he said, quietly. “Okay? You’re right. I was gutless. Hell, I’m still gutless. But I’m here now.”

“You’re still leaving after this case,” you reminded him, not cruel—just tired.

He gave a helpless shrug. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. But for now? I’m here. And I’ll try harder. I’ll do better. I’ll step up where it matters.”

He looked at you, really looked at you, and something in his eyes shifted—earnest, vulnerable, cracked open. “Tomorrow,” he said with new resolve. “Okay? Tomorrow, you and I—we’ll go shopping. Get baby stuff. Clear out that spare room of yours—because I know it still has boxes you’ve been avoiding, and let’s be honest, you’re not getting rid of those without someone pushing you.” He offered you the smallest of smiles. Not perfect, not entirely confident—but real.

You stared at him for a long moment, then gave a soft, quiet, “Okay.”

Rafael nodded, the smile widening a touch. “Okay.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, it felt like maybe something was beginning to mend.

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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ - ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ 6 ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ (ᴍᴀɪɴ/ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ) ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ. ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇ-ᴜꜱᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ. ꜱᴏ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ (ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ). ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ (ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ/ʀᴇᴀᴅ) ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ 5 ᴏʀ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ.

ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ:

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ || ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ || ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ || ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ || ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇꜱ || ʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ || ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ || ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ || ᴄꜱɪ || ɴᴄɪꜱ || ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ || ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ || ɢʀɪᴍᴍ || ɢᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ || ᴘᴇᴀᴋʏ ʙʟɪɴᴅᴇʀꜱ || ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ || ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɴꜱ || ʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴡᴀʀꜰ || ꜱɴᴏᴡᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇʀ || ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴛʀᴇᴋ

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ

ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ || ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ || ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴛ/ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢꜱ || ꜱᴀᴡ || ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ || ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ || ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀɪʙʙᴇᴀɴ

ᴋᴏʀᴇᴀɴ/ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀꜱ

ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅꜱ || ꜱQᴜɪᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇ || ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ

ᴊᴏᴊᴏ'ꜱ ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ || ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ (+ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ) || ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ || ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ || ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ || ʙᴀʟᴅᴜʀ'ꜱ ɢᴀᴛᴇ 3 || ᴅᴇᴛʀᴏɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ || ᴡᴀʀᴢᴏɴᴇ/ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴡᴀʀꜰᴀʀᴇ

2 ᴏʀ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

ʜᴇʟʟʙᴏʏ (ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ), ᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀᴇɴ (ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ), ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɴ' ꜰᴜʀᴛᴇʀ, ᴛᴀɴɢᴇʀɪɴᴇ, ʜᴀʏᴍɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀʙᴇʀɴᴀᴛʜʏ, ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴏᴡ (ʏᴏᴜɴɢ), ᴍɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴍɪᴅᴛ (ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ), ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴏɴ (ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ), ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ (ᴘᴇᴅʀᴏ ᴘᴀꜱᴄᴀʟ), ꜱʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ, ᴍᴏʀɪᴀʀᴛʏ, ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ, ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ (ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ - ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ), ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴛʜᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ (ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ - ɢᴀᴍᴇ), ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ 'ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏᴜʟ'

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ: CLOSED

Requests can be as fluffy/comforting as you wish, or as angsty/depressing as you wish. I will also happily write headcanons (Like my Arcane headcanon series) - just give me a rough idea of what you'd like the overall theme to be!

However, please do not request anything smut related (I know I have a smut, but I rather not write another one). I also DO NOT write anything NONCON IN DETAIL (Implied or mentioned is allowed).

I also like to write in fandoms where things are possible, for example a reader with abilities or of a different species, is possible in the fandoms like Arcane, Supernatural etc. However, it is impossible in fandoms like The Walking Dead and Criminal Minds. So requesters, please stick to what is possible.

Reminder: Hello all! I am really sorry but I only write for the fandom I have provided in my Masterlist ONESHOTS (Arcane, Overwatch, Resident Evil, Marvel etc). Any requests that are any other, won't be done - I will however keep them, for whenever I decide to begin doing that fandom, but until then I will not be writing it.

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gatefleet · 10 months ago

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Thisssss

First of all, CONGRATS on your follower milestone! 🥳💕

Second of all, could I request 11. "You butt-dialed me, and now we have some things to talk about." with Joe Velasco please? 🥰

~drabbles-mc 🖤

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Squad Room Secrets

Contains: Fluff, Fin being a fed up old man.

1.1K words

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” - George Orwell.

"I'm going over tonight to watch the fight with her. I don't know man, I don't know where to start or what to say or how to say it."

Fin huffed, "I don't know Velasco, may start with how you feel. It's pretty simple."

Joe sat down like the world was resting on his shoulders, "Yeah Fin, that's going to go down great, 'hey y/n, I'm deeply in love with you and every second my not with you feels like torture' she's going to run for the hills."

Fin sighed, "Maybe not, maybe, you need to give her more credit than that."

Joe shook his head, "Like I said, even if I was going to tell her, I would have no idea where to start."

It felt dirty to listen to their conversation when you realised he hadn't meant to call, but after you heard the first few words, there was no stopping. You hung up the phone before Joe could realise what had happened and sat strewing for hours, thinking about whether you should rip off the bandaid or wait until tonight.

In the end, you decided it was better to face it head on and just call him. The phone rang a few seconds before Joe's voice came across the line, "Hey y/n, are we still for tonight?"

You took a deep breath, "You bet we are, but you butt dialled me, and now we have some things to talk about."

There was a sharp inhale, "How much did you hear?"

He sounded so worried, "I hung up when Fin tried to get you to role play."

Joe sighed, "Is this the part where you let me down easy?"

A little part of your heart broke that he was so ready to be rejected, "Umm, no, it's not. Look, we're both grown ups, and I'm not in the mood to hear Fin say he told me so fifty million times. We're both a fault here, I was just as chickenshit as you."

You could hear the gears turning in his head, "Are you saying…?"

"Yes Jose, I am saying that. I love you, I have for quite a while and I was intent on stewing in my own misery until you finally saw it but I see now that you are far too noble to make assumptions. I really need to get back to it but we can talk more about this tonight." It felt good to get it off your chest.

"That's great, I'd love that." There was a pause, "I love you y/n."

You sighed, "I love you too Joe."

****

You jumped and raced to the door when Joe knocked, and his face broke out into a smile when his eyes met yours, "Hey."

You waved, "Hey, you wanna come in?"

He nodded and kicked off his shoes as he walked through the doorway, "So, where do we start?"

You opened your arms, "How about a hug, we already do that." It felt different this time as his warm body wrapped around yours, "It's nice not feeling like a total perv when you hug me."

His laugh reverted through your chest like the drum beat of a well loved song, "I'm glad I wasn't the only one."

You never wanted to leave the safety of his arms, "You wanna sit down? They're just about to play to preshow."

He nodded, "Sure, you wanna talk first? We've got ten minutes."

You pulled back and shrugged, "What's there to talk about? Nothing's changed, not really. We're still going to do all the things we did before, it's just that we've added things and you can finally give up online dating."

He chuckled, "You're right. What did you cook?"

"I figured I had some making up to do, so I made your favourite." You pointed towards the oven, "And Creme Burlee."

He closed to distance again and took your face in his hands, "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, "Oh yes please." His lips didn't find yours right away, instead, he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he slowly closed the distance. You were surprised that when your lips finally touched, there was no burst of fireworks, rather, it was quiet, like you and Joe were the only two beings in the universe.

There was a buzz in the air that you swore was coming from your own ears but Joe pulled back with a disappointed sigh, "Food's done."

The world returned in sharp focus, "That it is. I'll get it ready if you put on the fight."

He nodded, "Sure. I enjoyed that."

"Yeah, me too."

****

"How is Fin going to get you back for being right?" You knew he would want something, he wasn't going to let it go with grace.

Joe snorted, "He said he's going to remind me about this until he retires."

You did your best to stop yourself from laughing, "Oh boy, you're going to be hearing about this for years."

Joe threw his arm over your shoulder and you turned your attention back to the TV as the fight continued. You flinched when a fist hit a face and Joe chuckled when your hand landed on his thigh, "You good there?"

You blinked and went to move but Joe placed his hand on yours, "Yeah, I'm good." He laced his fingers in yours, chuckling as you clenched it with every hit, "You're not normally like this, you love it most of the time."

You shrugged, "He looks like he's twelve. Plus, this ref isn't very good."

"We should go to a fight one day, on a date." There was a confidence in Joe you hadn't seen before and his smile had a certain charm.

"You don't need to convince me. Does this count as a date?" You were unsure, it didn't feel like a proper first date.

Joe shook his head, "No, this isn't a date, at least not a first date. We gotta go to dinner for that."

You nodded, "Ok, well do you want to go to dinner with me?"

Joe smiled, "Yes, I would like to go to dinner with you."

"So what does this count as?" You thought for a moment, "A get together?"

"Nah, we're just spending time together. You should get used to it, you're my girlfriend I'm going to want to spend a lot of time with you." He was definitely turning on the charm.

"I'd hope so, boyfriend." You paused, "That doesn't sound right, we're not twelve. Lovers?"

Joe suppressed a smirk, "Not yet. Significant other sounds nice."

You nodded, "Yeah it does. Which brings me to my next point, maybe you should stay the night and we can get coffee in the morning? Nothing has to happen, I just wanna make up for all the cuddling we've missed."

Joe smiled and moved closer before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, 'I'd really like that."

Fin

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gatefleet · 5 months ago

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Squad Room Check-ins

Law and Order SVU: Jose 'Joe' Velasco WordCount: 466 (T)W: Obsession, Mental Health, Request: No A/N: GIF Credit to the original owner/poster if you know who that is lmk.

You were asleep at your desk with your head being supported with one hand while your other hand on the open file on your desk. Joe noticed you when he came into the squad room, at first he thought you were reading, but when he noticed that you hadn’t moved in the time it had taken him to put his bike helmet and bag in his locker, get a hot drink and return to the bullpen, he realised you were sleeping. He slowly walked towards you so as not to startle you too much saying your name and slowly raising his volume until he was just above his regular speaking volume. When that didn’t work he decided to slightly run his hand along your arm, trying not to be too firm or soft with his pressure. Unfortunately, his small gesture was enough for your head to come loose from the precarious position it was on your hand.

“Sorry Chica, hadn’t meant to startle you. You good? Did you even go home last night?” He looked slightly concerned as he took his seat across from you. You groggily answered, “Is it morning?” You stretched as you asked. “Yeah, it’s 9am” Joe laughed a little, “Then no” you shook your head and rubbing your eyes before shuffling some papers and then going to get a hot drink from the canteen next to the bullpen. You were yawning and scratching the back of your head waiting for the water to heat up for your tea. You were distracted by the choices and still trying to wake up to notice the concern etched on Joe’s face at how hard you were pushing yourself on this case. He had never seen a case get to you and consume you like this before, sure you took some cases to heart more than others, but never to the extent where you never left the precinct. He had never known you to obsess over statements and reports and reread to the point of memorising them.

He took some of the files off your desk and began looking through them, the one’s you had put into your ‘(re)read pile’ hoping to help with some fresh(er) eyes, but mostly with the hope that if you noticed someone else looking into the case with you then you’d be more likely to go home and get some rest tonight at least. He contemplated speaking with Fin or Liv about his concerns but decided against it for the time being as this was such a rare occurrence and opting to help with paperwork instead. He made a silent promise to both himself and you that if you refused to get some rest tonight he would raise his concerns for your mental health with Liv or Fin regarding this case.

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maddiesentmehere118 · 6 months ago

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All Isn't Calm, or Bright

This is my first fic, so please be gentle! I've been writing my own self-indulgent fics for years, but decided to post one to get over my fear. This is set around Christmas and reader and the SVU squad are attending a precinct party. The line "He's not good enough for you" is inspired by Lucas' line to Peyton in One Tree Hill!

Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 1,043

Warnings: Rafael is a jealous dick, heartbreak, drinking, angst

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You’re leaning against your apartment door frame, fumbling with the key to the door. As the keys slip from your fingers and drop onto the floor, more tears fall down your face. You glance down at the wristlet keychain splayed out on the floor, and it takes all or your willpower to not slide down into a heap on the floor and give up alongside it.

Taking a steadying breath, you pick up the key and work on the lock again. You finally get the key into the hole after a few more attempts, twisting the door before locking it behind you. In your tear filled haze and the few flutes of champagne at the party, you forget to put the deadbolt in place. Instead, your mind is set on getting more alcohol into your system to numb the heartbreak. And a hot bath to warm you up after the three block walk in the below freezing temperature of New York.

You find a bottle of pink moscato in your fridge and twist it open, thankful that you were still set in your old ways of drinking the cheap moscato on the average night and saving the expensive stuff for special occassions. You couldn’t remember the last time you were in the apartment this week, maybe it had been two weeks. Honestly, it didn’t matter right now- you just needed a place to sleep and some more alcohol. And now that you think of it, you could use a hot bath with the wine.

Half stumbling through the studio apartment, you land in the bathroom. Setting the bottle on the floor by the tub, you turn the facet on. You let out a small yelp with a quick jerk of your hand as you test the water temperature, adding more cold water. Once satisfied, you lean down to grab the bubble bath from underneath the small sink to pour a large capful in.

Sober you would have known this was a bad idea, climbing into the tub, late at night, with a bottle of wine and plenty of alcohol already in your bloodstream.

But currently, you need to find a way to relax so you don't sob yourself to death- or end up doing something you regretted. And since there were quite a few things on that said list of possible regrets, maybe it was the best choice for you to make your way to the west side of Manhattan and make questionable decisions in the comfort of your own home.

***

You can tell who has walked up behind you based on the smell of the citrus, woodsy Terre d’Hermes cologne and the way their hands perfectly hold onto your hips. You insticinvtively lean back against Rafael as he gives a firm squeeze of your curves, the large amount of alcohol in your system inhibting your self-awareness of who may be watching. And you are sure that he has also consumed a good amount of alcohol himself.

But as good as the moment is, it is ruined by some of the most infuriating words you have ever heard come out of his mouth being whispered into your ears.

“Te ves hermosa, detective,” there is a pause, a subtle kiss being placed below your ear. His hot breath hits your neck, causing a shiver to roll down your spine. The smell of orange and bourbon invades your senses, a tell tale sign of the Old Fashions he must have been nursing tonight. “Pero el no es lo suficientemente bueno para ti.”

initially you are caught off guard. It takes your mind longer than normal to process the words, but once you put the pieces together, the weight of his body is gone.

You look beautiful, detective But he’s not good enough for you.

***

With the scene replaying in your head, the barrier breaks and you sob again. You tug on the dress you bought for the special occasion, not caring if you heard any tearing sounds. You wanted to forget about the night and any reminders of it as you tossed it by the trash can in the corner.

As the water reaches the top and you turn it off, you sink down into the tub, hitting the water hard as some splashes over the sides. And with a laugh of indifference, you place the bottle up to your lips and give a good few gulps of the liquid.

“That’s it, pretty girl.”

Your world is going in and out. You are in your bed, but you don’t remember getting out of the tub. Rafael stands in front of you, putting pills up to your lips. You open your mouth and let him put a water bottle up to your lips.

Your vision flirts over to your nightstand as the water is set down, the light on the dim setting. Two used makeup wipes are in a pile. Your eyes are dry and burn. He is looking down at you, in a t-shirt and sweats.

“You broke my heart.”

“I know,” he pauses, his fingers pushing a few wet strands of hair off of your face “you scared me falling asleep in the tub.”

Ah, that’s why you can’t remember. You fell asleep and he must have helped you stumble to your bed in a blackout state. Ooopsies.

“Is the wine gone?”

You are met with tight lips, worried eyes, and a nod. With a sigh, you slide down onto the bed. The light goes out and a few blinks, he walks off. You watch in the dark, seeing him with a pillow and blanket in his hands as he makes his way over to the couch.

“Where are you going, don’t leave me. Please, don’t. I don’t want to feel alone anymore.”

Silence. He freezes in his spot. You take it as a sign that you’ve been rejected for the second time that night, so you roll over to start sobbing into your pillow. But when the bed dips, your tears stop.

Wordlesly, you are pulled into his side, arm wrapped under your neck. Your fingers wrap around his hand, squeezing tightly.

“Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up. We can talk about it when you wake up.”

“Mmmkay," you sleepily mutter, saying words that you won't remember in the morning "I love you.”

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idkanymoreaboutlife · 11 days ago

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SPOTLIGHT: Rafael Barba x Reader

Hello everyone! First time writing anything that is not Ash Williams centered, so we'll see how this goes. I've been watching SVU for years now and I absolutely love Rafael Barba. (honestly I love anything Raul Esparza is in) I have the second chapter in the works, but it'll be slow to update due to my work schedule. Enjoy!!

Being in a relationship with Rafael was easy, especially since you worked at the hospital and him as an A.D.A. But what happens when his lover starts to be threatened by a serial stalker? What happens when she keeps this secret until it’s too late? And what happens when Rafael is forced to put his relationship in the spotlight?

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The 16th precinct was in a lull for once, officers walking around the bullpen going from place to place, keeping up on their duties. Carisi sat at his desk, mulling over paperwork as a young blond man wearing dark green scrubs walks in, a nervous look on his face.

“Excuse me?” The man asked, catching Carisi’s attention. The detective looked up from his work.

“Yeah, how can I help?” The man stepped forward to the detectives desk.

“This is SVU, right? I looked at the plaque but I wanna make sure..” he trailed off as Rollins looked over at him quickly before resuming her work.

“Yeah it is, you got a crime to report?”

“Not yet, but I’m afraid if I don’t do something it can lead to one.” Carisi furrowed his brows before gesturing the man to take a seat next to his desk, gathering up his notepad and pen.

“Tell me what’s going on? And whats your name, kid?” The blond took a seat, raking his fingers through his hair.

“It’s my boss, well more like my friend, but I think she’s in trouble.” He took a pause, “my names Andy, Andy Novak.”

“And what sort of trouble is your friend in?”

“It’s, well it’s a sort of long story. She does shifts in our psych ward three times a week, and this guy was a patient for over a year. He had a real knack for her, only ever wanting to listen to her, giving her compliments and all.” Andy spoke, picking at his fingernails.

“Not to stop you, Andy.” Carisi started, “but I’m not seeing as how this is a sex crime.” Andy took a breath before leveling his gaze.

“I’m getting to it, I told you it’s a long story. Anyways, he got released a few months ago and he keeps showing up at the ER where we work mainly. And again, only ever wanting my friend.” Again, Carisi stopped him.

“This friend of yours have a name?” That’s when Andy stopped talking, biting his lip in contemplation.

“That’s the thing, she doesn’t know I’m here.” Before Carisi could say anything, Andy continued. “I know, I know! I talked to her so many times about this, but she insists that can handle this, that’s it’s nothing but a schizophrenic man with delusions.”

“Listen, all we wanna do is talk to her, get her side of the story and see if she wants to file herself.”

“You have to listen to me, she won’t. This guy, he has pictures of her! He waits outside the hospital and takes photos of her. I’ve seen him follow her home before.”

“And has she had any reservations about this?” Andy sighed, pulling at his hair some.

“She doesn’t see anything bad about this, she just brushes it off and says that it happens with the job and to let it slide.” Carisi stood up from his desk, clearing his throat.

“Listen, we’ll take a look, okay? I understand if your friend isn’t willing about coming forward herself. How about this. You give us her first name and the guys full name, and we’ll look into it.” Andy stood up as well, nodding some, producing a folder from his messenger bag.

“I figured that at best.” He gave a folder to Carisi. “This is the guys information and my friends name and picture. Please..I don’t wanna see her get hurt.” Carisi nodded and took the folder, placing it on his desk.

“I’ll see what we can do, okay?” Andy nodded before taking his leave.

Carisi sat back at his desk, opening the folder and leading through it.

“Hey Rollins, come take a look at this.” Rollins looked up from her computer.

“What you got?”

“Just come take a look.” Rollins suppressed an eye roll before she stood up and made her way to his desk, leaning over his side, scanning her eyes over the papers.

“This man sounds like a nutcase.” Rollins started, “diagnosed with schizophrenia at 13, killed his parents at 15 and was sent to a psychiatric hospital based on his mental state.” She looked over at Carisi. “Is this what that guy was talking to you about?” Carisi gave a nod, leaning back in his chair.

“Not sure what we can do about it though, technically she never made a complaint.”

“Can’t hurt to follow up, make sure everything is okay.” Rollins stood up, making her way back to her desk. “Get clearance from Liv and let her make that call.”

“You got it.” Carisi gathered the files and his notepad, making his way to Olivia’s office.

The ER was busy as ever, the constant flow of people kept (y/n)on her feet with no break in sight. Her back was aching, but that was furthest from her mind as she saw one of the receptionists leading two officers to her. She thought nothing of it and kept monitoring her patients. The clearing of a throat broke her train of concentration.

“(Y/n) Koval?” A man spoke, and she turned around to face the two officers she saw entering.

“Yes? Can I help you two?” The shorter of the two spoke up.

“I’m Detective Amanda Rollins and this is my partner Dominick Carisi.”

“We need to ask you a few questions. You have a minute?” (Y/n) glanced around at the busy ER.

“Not really, but if it’s important I can get another nurse down here.”

“Thank you.” Carisi nodded and stepped back with Rollins as (Y/N) made her way to a phone on the wall and made a call. It took a few moments before she can walking back to the two.

“Is this a private matter.” She asked cautiously.

“I’m afraid it is, is there somewhere more quieter we can talk?” She nodded and led the two to an on call room and shut the door behind them.

“Did something happen?” She took a seat on one of the beds, folding her hands in her lap. Rollins and Carisi took a seat across from her on another bed.

“Do you know someone by the name of Dylan Anderson?” Rollins spoke first.

“I do, yes. He was a patient in our psych ward last year.” She paused. “Is this about him?”

“We have a complaint, on your behalf, that he’s been stalking you for over six months.” Rollins continued. (Y/N) heaved a small sigh, shaking her head some.

“Listen, it’s really not what you think. He has schizophrenia, and sometimes he can get too into his head. He’s no harm at all.”

“Well.” Carisi started, “someone thinks that he is harmful, to you at least.” She sighed, leaning back some.

“I can handle myself, thank you Detectives. I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

“Well maybe you can actually. Are you in a relationship by chance? Anyone you’re close with that this guy can potentially go after?” Rollins asked and (Y/N) held back a small laugh.

“Listen, not that it’s any of your business, but I’m in a committed relationship. And trust me, Dylan won’t go after him, he can take care of himself just fine.”

“Can we have his name?” Carisi asked and she was quick to shake her head.

“He has a higher profile job, he doesn’t want our relationship to affect his work. And I’m completely fine with that.” She stood up. “Are we done here? Not to rush you out, but I have a busy ER and we’re understaffed as it is.”

“We understand, sorry for the inconvenience.” Rollins stood up and motioned Carisi to be quiet as he went to speak. “Take care of yourself.” (Y/N) left the room and the two shared a look.

Rollins and Carisi walked back into the precinct, talking over the conversation they had with (Y/N).

“I just don’t get it”, Rollins started “if she knows about his past, why wouldn’t she at least be more helpful? At least file her own complaint.” Carisi nodded along, stopping at the door.

“Maybe she actually believes he’s of no harm to her. I mean, she didn’t even seem concerned.”

“I still don’t get it, though. And the whole relationship thing? Kind of seems like she was lying there.” Carisi gave her a look.

“What makes you think that?”

“No girl wants to be hidden in the shadows, especially in a committed relationship like she said so. So, she’s either lying or the relationship isn’t as committed as she thinks.” The two made their way back into the bullpen, heading towards Olivia’s office to report their findings. Rollins knocked on the door and let herself in, Carisi right behind her. As they entered, they found A.D.A Rafael Barba sitting across from her at Olivia’s desk.

“Rollins, Carisi.” Olivia greeted, nodding to the two. “Howd everything go at the hospital?”

“Not well.” Rollins started, “(Y/N) the nurse, that Andy was worried about, was of no help. She believes that the guy is of no harm to her and can handle herself.” Olivia gave a sigh.

“Well there’s not much we can do there, then.” She paused before continuing. “Have your reports typed up by the end of the day.”

“That’s it? We aren’t gonna talk to the guy, Dylan Anderson?” Carisi spoke up, concern on his face. Olivia gave him a pointed look.

“If this guy is schizophrenic, then his word may not be good.”

“May I ask what this is about?” Barba spoke up, curiosity piquing.

“This nurse is currently being stalked by a prior psych ward patient for over six months, and she believes that he’s no harm.” Carisi spoke up.

“And,” continued Rollins, “her friend slash coworker filed the report, not herself. He really thinks that she’s in trouble and tie guy is dangerous.” Barba nodded in thought, his brows pinching together.

“Talk to the ex patient, see what his standpoint is.” Before Olivia could intervene, he continued. “And if he sounds competent, bring him in. We could have a case here.”

“Even without her filing a complaint?” Rollins raised a brow, arms crossed. “I know you’re the attorney and all, Barba, but this seems pretty useless to me.”

“Won’t be useless if she winds up dead.” He deadpanned, inclining his head to the side some. He stood up, fixing his suit and left the office.

“Well?” Carisi looked at Olivia, “we good to talk to this guy or what?” Olivia thought for a moment and sighed, nodding her head.

“Go, and if he says anything damming bring him in.” The two detectives took their leave, heading back on the streets.

Based on the reports and prior addressed listing Dylan Anderson, the two detectives found themselves standing in front of a shotty, run down apartment complex on the lower side of New York. Carisi was the first to enter the building, taking note of the broken elevator and the dingy interior. No one sat behind the desk and a small fan was buzzing annoyingly on said desk.

“What apartment does he live in?” Carisi asked, looking up the stairs.

“4d.” Replied Rollins, less than enthusiastically. Carisi heaved a sigh before shaking his head, making his way up the stairs with Rollins trailing close behind him.

“What do you think this guys deal is?” Carisi called out behind him.

“No idea, maybe (Y/N) was the first person to show him compassion or kindness and he took it as something else.” Carisi hummed in thought.

“Maybe. Honestly I don’t really know what to make of it all.”

“Guess we won’t know until we see and talk to this guy.”

A few more flights of rickety stairs the duo arrived at apartment 4d. Carisi knocked on the door firmly three times and waited for an answer. Some shuffling could be heard from inside as the door clicked open and a chubby cheeked young adult peeked through the slightly cracked door.

“Hello? Can I help you?” The man spoke in a soft manner, a slight rasp to his words.

“Hey there, we’re from the NYPD. Got a complaint and just checking off our boxes.” Carisi spoke, a tight lipped smile adorning his features. Rollins stood slightly behind him, gauging the man’s reaction. “You are Dylan Anderson, yeah.”

The man nodded, “yes, I am..” he paused. “What complaints are you talking about? I haven’t done anything to nobody.”

“While that may be true, we just have to check, get your side of the story.” Rollins spoke up and the man’s blue eyes shifted to her quickly, looking her up and down in a way that sent shivers up Rollins back. The man had bright blue eyes, but there was a dullness behind them that made Rollins uneasy.

“We just had a few questions about a woman (Y/N) Koval. She’s a registered nurse over at Mercy.” As Carisi said her name, Dylan’s eyes went slightly wide, a small spark coming to light.

“Oh I know who she is, I know her very well.”

“How well do you know her.” Rollins pressed on, flipping open her notepad and jotting down notes.

“She’s my girlfriend.” He spoke with such a casual tone that it caught the duo off guard.

“You two are together? She didn’t mention that part.” Carisi said, confusion lining his words.

“Well of course she didn’t, technically she’s not supposed to date me because I was a patient under her care.” He continued, opening the door more. Rollins casually looked into his apartment and saw the living space to be very clean with a few scatterings of magazines, books and photo albums lying on the coffee table and floor. “But she couldn’t resist, we’ve been together for two years now.” He sighed wistfully. Carisi glanced at Rollins briefly, not believing this guys story.

“Well if you don’t mind, we’d like to come inside and talk more privately.” Carisi said and Dylan hesitated for a moment before nodding, opening the door more and letting the detectives in. The two walked in and Rollins continued her observation of the small apartment, noticing how there were pictures hung up all over the place of (Y/N), but none of them had the two together. It was only (Y/N).

“What else would you like to know?” Dylan asked, sitting down on the couch and gesturing for the two to take a seat on the two armchairs. Carisi sat down while Rollins declined, instead she kept looking over at the pictures.

“For someone in a two year relationship, you guys don’t have any pictures together, why is that?” She asked, looking over at him. Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly before smiling some.

“She’s very busy, you know? I’ll take whatever pictures I can get of her. With or without me in them.” Dylan said, a bit too smugly for her liking.

“Anyways.” Carisi started, giving Rollins a look. “We’d just like to know why someone would report that you’re stalking Miss. Koval?”

“Well that’s easy; jealously.” Dylan said confidently. “Whoever accused me of that is obviously jealous of our relationship.” He crossed his arms and lent back into the cushions.

“Right.” Carisi stated.

“What? You don’t believe me?” Dylan became defensive, leaning forward now and glaring at Carisi. He held his hands up defensively.

“I’m not saying that, Mr. Anderson. I’m just trying to figure out both sides.” Dylan stood up to his full height, easily towering over Carisi as he also stood up.

“I’d like you two to leave now. I don’t like your questions.” Rollins immediately came over to Carisi’s side, the tone of Dylan’s voice concerning her.

“You’re right, we’re sorry to bother you about this, Mr. Anderson.” Rollins quickly blurted out and left with Carisi, Dylan following after them and slamming the door closed.

“He seemed a little defensive about their ‘relationship’.” Rollins stated as they made their way back down the stairs.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Well let’s head back and let Liv know.” Rollins said, slipping her notepad into her pocket.

Back at the precinct, Rollins and Carisi stood across from Benson in her office.

“So what I’m hearing is that this guy believes he’s in a relationship with Ms. Koval? And has multiple photos of her alone all over the apartment?” Benson said, glasses off, chewing on the end of the arm in thought.

“You should’ve seen him, he became so defensive when we told him that someone believes he’s stalking her.” Rollins said. “Like he couldn’t believe that someone would accuse him of that.”

“And you said that her partner holds a high profile position. Could she be lying to hide the fact that she’s with a prior patient?”

“I don’t know, Liv. The bracelet that (Y/N) had on was an expensive brand, not something that Dylan could afford looking at his housing situation. Not to mention she had a matching necklace.” Rollins continued.

“Maybe Liv is right.” Carisi interrupted, causing Rollins to shoot him an incredulous look.

“Do you hear yourself? There’s no way that type of woman is with that man.”

“Alright let’s settle down.” Benson spoke up, standing up from her desk and putting her glasses back on. “Talk to the friend again, who filed the complaint on her behalf and see what he knows about Ms. Koval’s partner.” At that, Benson dismissed her two detectives and they went back to the hospital to ask questions to Andy Novak.

The end of the day drew nearer than anybody else thought. Rollins and Carisi spent their day asking questions to Mr. Novak and other co workers who knew Ms. Koval on a more personal level and they were no more closer to finding out anything about Ms. Kovals personal life than the initial complaint filed. Rollins sat down at her desk, exhausted at all the questions asked and no viable answer given. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her face. Carisi was in no better shape, wheeling his chair over to her desk to sit closer.

“What a shit show. How can you work with someone and not know anything about their life?” Carisi said aloud, not expecting Rollins to answer.

“Look at Barba. We’ve been working with him for almost two years and we barely know anything about him.”

“Yeah.” He scoffed. “As if that man actually has a personal life. I swear he lives in that office.” Rollins let out a chuckle at that, her smile contagious to Carisi who smiled back earnestly. Speaking of said man, Barba walked into the precinct, heading towards Bensons office but stopped as he saw the duo at Rollins desk.

“Hey.” He nodded. “Any leads on that guy, Dylan?”

“No, but the woman who he’s supposedly stalking tells no one about her personal life. So we have no idea if he’s telling the truth.” Carisi said, a tired expression on his face.

“Sounds frustrating. Did you try talking with the woman again?”

“(Y/N) Koval?” Rollins raised an eyebrow, giving an eye roll. “She’s not giving us anything, she’s one of the most unhelpful persons I’ve ever questioned.” At the name, Barba tensed slightly. It would’ve been unnoticed by anyone but to the detectives, it didn’t go by unseen.

“Maybe it’s a loss cause.” He said flatly, continuing his way to Bensons office. As soon as he left the bullpen, Rollins turned to Carisi.

“Did you see that?”

“See what?” Rollins rolled her eyes and slapped his arm.

“When I said her name, he had a reaction. Like he knows this girl.”

“Oh come on, Rollins, you’re reading too much into it.”

“I may be, but something is not right with this situation.” On that note, Carisi packed up his things and headed out for the evening, leaving Rollins at her desk and the few officers still there.

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