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[frederickchiltonsproperty]

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[storiesofsvu]

Devour

Joe Velasco x reader warnings: language, alcohol and drug consumption, smut, semi-public smut, dirty talk. A million years ago @thatesqcrush requested dirty spicy Joe smut, and this is what I finally came up with. Hope you enjoy it!

The club was dark, lights flashing across the dance floor, barely making their way into the booth you were nestled into in the corner, the bass from the music strumming through your veins. The alcohol and small amounts of cocaine and molly you’d done made you incredibly aware of Joe’s hands on your body, one wrapped sturdily around your waist to hold you to him, the other resting on your bare thigh, thumb rubbing against your skin. The heat from his body electrified you, invading all of your senses and you weren’t sure if you wanted more or if that was just the drugs talking. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was a little high too, the consequences of a long undercover case that was pushing the limits, one that the two of you needed to prove your loyalty before you’d be trusted. You were his little plaything, the princess he’d “rescued” from a sex ring one night, unable to let anyone else even lay a finger on you despite his career as a pimp. He owned you, a choker around your neck with a gem of his initial sparkling in the low light to alert any of the other men with wandering eyes that you were his property and not to be messed with.

They’d been talking shop all night, switching between English and Spanish depending who was around and how loud the music was. Three other men around the table, girls flitting in and out seeking approval and acceptance, some of them shooed away while others might stay for a while before disappearing out into the club to find a client for the night. Somone made a comment about your loyalty, how you seemed to only have eyes for Jose and he simply chuckled, squeezing at your thigh even tighter before nipping at your neck.

“My girl knows who she belongs to.” He replied, a dark look in his eyes that made your breath catch in your throat, your mouth suddenly running dry at the thought of being twisted in the sheets with him. Picking up your drink to distract yourself, you shifted slightly on his lap, doing your best to not grind down to heavily, not knowing what kind of reaction you would get. “Princesa, why don’t you go get us some fresh drinks?”

“Course.” You pecked his cheek, your hand brushing down his chest as you stood, your hips swaying a little extra for show, knowing his eyes were trained on your body. You heard him chuckle darkly, Spanish flowing from his lips as you sauntered away from the table.

Only a moment later and you returned, sliding the full glass over to him as you slipped back into the booth and he yanked you down onto his lap. You let out a small squeal, your cheeks heating as you attempted to adjust your skirt, pulling it down from where it had started to ride up. Jose’s left hand wound around you, resting on your right thigh, squeezing softly,

“Relax pretty girl.” He husked into your ear, breath hot on your skin, “I’m sure these boys won’t mind a little bit of lace peeking out.” His thumb disappeared under your dress, hand slowly sneaking up, “you could probably even spread your legs.”

Your eyes flicked up to your table companions, a shy grin on your lips as you let out a small laugh, thankful they were distracted in their own conversation. Their attention was on a girl across the room, their remarks over sexualized and in Spanish, lost in their own world as much as you and Joe were. You adjusted yourself on his lap again so you were sideways, your arm able to brace across the back of the booth over his shoulder and his hand slid further up your thigh as you leant into the crook of his neck.

“I can’t wear panties with this dress.” You admitted, “and do I need to remind you I speak Spanish? I heard what you said.” Feeling your cheeks heating, you were about to pick up your drink, distract yourself with a sip when he chuckled darkly, his free hand grasping at your jaw, pulling you back to him.

His gaze was full of lust, eyes boring into yours, his lips parted just enough that his breath was hot on your face and you could smell the tequila. “So you decided to come out being a little tease then, hmm?” He raised a brow at you, watching the way your pupils dilated, your lips falling open in an attempt to protest but you had no argument. His hand slid further up your dress, squeezing tighter before his thumb trailed through your pussy and he chuckled again, “heard what I said? You must’ve liked it to be this wet already.” His thumb continued to stroke you, smearing your wetness, “all distracted thinking about my cock buried nice and deep in this pretty pussy of yours?”

“Jose…” You tried to warn, your eyes fluttering shut as heat began to course through you.

“Mm-mmm.” The thumb of his other hand traced your lips and you couldn’t control the way your mouth fell open, “good girls don’t leave the house without panties. Only dirty ones who want to be fucked so good they can’t think pull stunts like this. Now, spread your legs.”

His thumb rubbed at your clit and you practically trembled in his lap, thankful that his lips finally met yours when he sunk two fingers into your pussy. He was able to swallow the moan that escaped you, his tongue sneaking into your mouth, dancing with yours as he took control of the kiss, complete control of you and you were simply putty in his hands. The hand from your chin sunk to your throat, squeezing softly and you whined into the kiss. His lips broke into a smirk, a fire in his eyes as he bit your lower lip, winking at you as his fingers stilled inside your cunt.

“Be good Chiquita, I’ve got business to finish.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, patting your cheek before turning back to the table to catch up with the conversation. You gulped, pussy fluttering around his still fingers, earning your hip a soft squeeze as he grinned over the rim of his drink at the other men across the table who were completely unaware of what was actually going on.

You picked up your drink, taking a small sip to try and ignore the heat that was beginning to creep through your body but the liquor was really only making it worse. Between that and the drugs sinking deeper into your system you were fighting every urge to not squirm in Jose’s lap, to not arch your back slightly and begin to roll your hips. It would be barely noticeable in the darkness of the booth and maybe just enough to get you where you wanted in the meantime. His lips hit the side of your neck and you were jolted back to reality when he asked you a question and you had to squeak out an answer as his thumb brushed over your clit. He chuckled lightly, clinking his glass with the other men before continuing to basically ignore you, focusing on work talk.

Feeling his fingers still inside your pussy you took a deep breath, hiding yourself behind your drink as you busied yourself with anything but what was going on at the table. Jose continued his conversation, smirking at the way you were attempting to not squirm in his lap, his teeth scraping at the column of your neck between his words. Suddenly the fingers he had stuffed inside you curled and you let out a quiet gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” You murmured and he laughed.

“Making my girl feel good.” He husked into your ear, “now keep quiet.”

His fingers flicked again and you tried to not to whimper, burying your face into his neck again as Jose laughed darkly, his free hand brushing over your hair. He let you curl into him, his fingers continuing to press into the extra sensitive spot inside your cunt as you whimpered into his ear softly. He lifted up his glass to cover his lips as he muttered into your ear, his words bringing even more heat to your cheeks.

“It’s a shame, I’m pretty sure if I was properly fingering you right now the whole table would hear this drenched little cunt, wouldn’t they?”

You whined, burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck, any inhibitions totally gone as your lips met his skin, kissing and nipping, occupying your mouth as he continued to curl his fingers inside your pussy. Your teeth sunk into his pulse point and he groaned before your tongue swiped over the spot, a soft sigh leaving your lips at the salty taste of his skin. His fingers sunk deeper into you, causing you to grind down onto his lap and you could feel his cock hardening.

There was a slight snicker from across the table, “Jose.” One of the men called a little louder in order to be heard over the music and Joe managed to look up across at him, watching as he slid a small baggie across the table, “take this, get outta here and have some fun with your girl before you get us all in trouble.”

A chorus of laughter broke free around the table, yourself included as you attempted to avoid any eye contact, watching as Jose pocketed the drugs, tossing down a wad of cash as he quickly said goodnight. A small whine left your lips when his fingers slipped out of you but his hands were hot on your waist, practically manhandling you out of the booth. He wasn’t going to waste any time getting you back to the apartment where he could do whatever he wanted to you.

Joe wasn’t even sure where he wanted to start once the apartment door was shut behind the two of you, he wanted to dive right in, pin you against the wall and drive his cock into your cunt. He also wanted to slowly strip you down, admiring every single inch of your body, watching you come undone as many times as humanly possible before finally fucking you. He wanted to taste you, run his tongue through your pussy until your fingers were yanking him off by the hair, wanted you on your knees in front of him, cock crammed down your throat.

His flying thoughts were somewhat settled at the feeling of you pulling him closer, backing into the wall as you tugged him into a kiss, your lips soft against his. His eyes fluttered shut, a hand cupping your cheek, the other gently wrapping around your throat as he savoured your taste, tongue sneaking into your mouth. Every moment of the kiss was fogging his brain even more, drowning in your essence, fire crackling under his skin wherever your fingertips traced across his skin. You let out a whine into the kiss, your body rocking toward his and his lips twitched up into a smirk.

You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you, pussy already fluttering, wishing his fingers were still buried in it, touching it where you absolutely ached for it. Your hands trailed down his body, fingers tickling at the skin just under his shirt before sneaking under it, tracing up along his torso. He broke the kiss only long enough to pull the fabric off his body, dropping it to the floor. The hand he had on your cheek sunk south, groping at your ass through your dress and your hips rocked into his. Practically panting, he broke the kiss, his lips messily tracing across your jaw, down the side of your neck, biting and sucking at your supple skin.

“Jose…”

A gasp left your lips when his hands cupped your chest, pinching at your nipples right as his teeth sunk int the crook of your neck. He practically growled against your skin, thrusting his hips against you and you moaned at the feel of his cock, thick and hard in his pants.

“Wanna fuckin’ devour you.” He groaned, his breath hot on your neck before he bit your earlobe, hands continuing to toy with your body. Your head dropped against the wall behind you, eyes fluttering shut as your chest began to heave, tingles shooting through your entire body.

“Then do it.” You managed to muster up, letting out a squeak when he gripped your waist hoisting you up so your legs wrapped around him and he could finally carry you into the bedroom.

Joe dropped you to the floor, whipping you around in his arms so you faced the bed while he fumbled with the zipper of your dress, yanking it down before you shoved the fabric away from your body. His hands were on you instantly, wrapping around you from behind, pinching at your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, his mouth finding home on your neck. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder, ass pressing back into his body, aching to feel his cock again. One of his hands traced down your body, feeling the way you practically shuddered under his touch before he softly began to play with your clit, rubbing at it gently.

“Fuck…” you groaned, “more, please. Need you….”

“Christ.” He felt his dick twitch in his pants, twirling you in his arms once again before his hand wrapped around your jaw, directing your lips to his for another deep kiss, this one messy, passionate, full of whimpers and moans, “get on the bed.”

With a gentle shove you were bouncing on the mattress, shifting backwards until your hands hit the pillows, watching with wide, greedy eyes as Jose made quick work of his belt buckle, never once losing eye contact with you. His cock springing free when he kicked his jeans and boxers to the floor, your mouth practically watering at the sight. His hand slid up your body, gently pressing you into the bed,

“Lie back.”

You instinctively spread your legs, letting him settle between you and he groaned, “such a fucking pretty pussy.” He spanked it first and you gasped, your hips jolting up off the bed before he spat onto it, rubbing his saliva into you, mixing it with the juices already leaking out of you, “and so fucking wet. You needy girl.”

“Just for you.” You mumbled out, moaning when he chuckled and two fingers easily sunk into your cunt again.

“Fuck…” Groaning, your head dropped into the pillows, your eyes scrunching shut as he began to finger you. This time at a more convenient angle, and neither of you had to hold back, moans and whimpers escaping your lips as he continually praised you, eyes full of lust as he watched his fingers disappear into your cunt.

“That’s my girl…” he murmured, “so fuckin’ good for me. Gonna stretch you out, get you nice and ready for my cock, alright querida?”

“Mm-hmm.” You frantically nodded, your hips rolling in time with his ministrations and he chuckled, lowering his head to your inner thigh, determined to leave a mark on your skin that was just for his eyes.

 With his teeth on your thigh, tongue laving across the building mark when a hiss left your lips, his fingers continued to curl and twist inside your pussy, squelching sounds echoing through the room. He picked up the speed of his hand, wrist flicking with every thrust and your moans got louder.

“Feels so good.”

“I know baby.” He murmured back. Jose could feel your wetness dripping down his hand, making a mess of his wrist and the sheets underneath you. Satisfied with the growing mark on your leg he shifted back up to his knees and with a twirl of his wrist he slid a third finger into you.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your hips jolting up off the mattress, “oh god don’t stop!”

“Look so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He purred, his gaze locked on your body, trembling with pleasure, coated in a sheen of sweat, your chest heaving as your legs twitched. His free hand found your clit, rubbing at it in time with the fingers fucking into your pussy. “Just fucking gorgeous.”

It was only a second later he dropped over you, lips wrapping around your nipple, teeth scraping gently over the sensitive nub. Your pussy clenched down around his fingers, cries leaving your lips each time they curled, pressing on your g-spot, lingering for a millisecond longer each time. Your clit pulsed underneath his hand as your body began to shake.

“Fuck, fuck…gon’ come.”

“Come for me querida.” His breath was hot on your skin as he moved to the other side of your chest, tongue tracing patterns across your skin, “let me see how gorgeous you are.”

One more brush of his fingers and you were seeing stars, back arching up off the bed as you let out a loud moan, pleasure shooting through your body and Jose felt like he was in fucking heaven. Feeling your body shake underneath him, the way that it was his hands that brought you to that high was enough to drive him insane, his cock twitching, throbbing as he ached to be inside you.

“Christ…” You muttered, panting as you attempted to catch your breath. He slowed his movements, pulling his fingers out of you as he trailed kisses up your chest. You were about to protest his lack of contact when his lips found yours again, tongue plunging into your mouth and you groaned. He shifted on the bed, settling properly between your legs and you could feel his cock against your thigh, already leaking pre cum, smearing across your skin. “Need you to fuck me…” you managed to get out, mumbled and needy between kisses.

“So impatient.” He teased with a grin and you did your best to glare back at him, knowing he was aching for this just as badly as you were. Your hand slunk between your bodies, palming at his cock and that certainly got his attention, a groan leaving his lips as his eyes rolled back in his head. Your thumb ran over the tip, smearing the pre cum down his shaft, continuing to pump him, cock twitching in your hand. He let out a near growl, nipping at your neck, “fuck.”

A second later and he was lining up with your pussy, pushing in slowly to stretch you out until he was completely buried inside you.

“Oh god…” You moaned, hands wrapping around his shoulders.

“So tight…” He groaned, his hips finally meeting yours, “fuck, baby…”

You whimpered under him, your body rocking up towards him and that’s all it took for him to start moving, slow and deep at first, making sure that you could take it, that he wasn’t going to come right away.

“Harder.” You begged and his lips pulled up into a smirk.

One of his hands reached downward, pulling up one of your legs, spreading you wide for him, pinning your thigh to the bed before he picked up the pace. Each thrust of his hips his cock buried deep inside you, body snapping against yours with power you almost weren’t expecting.

“Fuck! Right there!”

Jose could feel you fluttering around him already, the slick of your pussy heavenly on his cock, with a roll and tilt of his hips you let out a loud gasp and he knew he’d found the perfect spot. Your hands grasped at his back, nails scratching at his skin as you urged him on, whines and whimpers leaving your lips, muffled by the way you were buried in the crook of his neck.

“Shit, you feel so fuckin’ good.” He growled, and you squeezed around him, pulling a groan from his lips.

With each thrust of his cock it felt like you could actually feel every ridge and vein, your entire body on fire like it had never been before. One of your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly close while he continued to fuck you like his life depended on it.

“S-so good.” You moaned, and thrusted even harder into you, picking up the pace once again as you attempted to keep up, meeting his hips with yours on each thrust.

Before you knew it there was no breath left for words, only moans, whimpers and pants leaving either of your lips between breathless kisses. The slick between your bodies building with each thrust of Joe’s hips as you clung to him, the only sounds in the room absolutely sinful and skin on skin. You could feel the heat coursing through your body all the way down to the tips of your toes, a coil building tighter and tighter within you as your pussy pulsed around Joe’s cock.

“F-fuuck!”

Joe could feel just how tight you were squeezing him and he knew you were close, managing to sneak a hand between your bodies to play with your clit and you let out an even louder moan, a few strangled swears coupled with his name leaving your lips and his cock was throbbing inside you. He pressed harder onto your clit and the dam broke, your orgasm tearing through you, your body trembling in his arms.

“Fuck!” He groaned at the sensation, your pussy clenching down even harder around him, wetness leaking out of you, drenching his cock more than he’d expected.

You nearly fell limp in his arms, little gasps leaving you as he chased his own orgasm, hips snapping into you with even more force before they started to falter and he grunted, stilling deep inside your cunt and you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his cum painting your pussy.

“Holy shit…” you muttered after a few minutes, your fingers still tangled in his short locks, nails scratching at the back of his head gently and he groaned softly before pulling his head up and shifting on the bed, letting out a low breath as his cock slipped out of your pussy.

“Fuck…” His eyes drifted down to between your legs, watching the mixture of his cum and your juices dribble out of your cunt and a smirk broke out on his lips as his eyes darkened.

“What?” You asked, feeling yourself already fluttering around nothing again.

“You trust me?” He asked, raising a brow and you nodded, watching him with curious eyes as he crawled to the foot of the bed, scooping up his pants and digging through the back pocket. He pulled out the bag of molly, scooping out some for himself before tossing it to you, “take another bump. This’ll feel even better, and I still need to taste you.”

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Paoa Joe having doubts

He’s never felt doubt like this since the early stages of your relationship when he thought he wasn’t good enough for you.

But now as he stands in the nursery with a crying baby in his arms, wondering how it got to this. He hates the feeling. It’s his daughter, she’s half him and half you. So why won’t she settle?

After an hour she tired herself out from screaming and Joe can finally put her in her crib. He watches her sleep with tears forming in his eyes.

You find him crying on the couch. “Baby what’s wrong?” Worry instantly washing over you.

“I don’t know if I’m cut out for this.” His voice trembling. All the little things he’d been feeling since the news broke about you being pregnant started to wash over him.

“What?”

He looks up at you, tears still in his eyes. “Sofia was screaming for over an hour before finally falling asleep from exhaustion. The fact that the cops haven’t shown up on a welfare check is crazy to me.” He was rambling, and you hurried over to him to hold his face in your hand.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, she’s normally not like this.”

“Just like this with me. It’s okay amor, I get it. She’s getting bad vibes from me.”

You made him look at you again, shaking your head. “I’ve been putting her to bed every night for 6 months. She was probably really tired and not aware that I wouldn’t be there for bedtime tonight. She just needs some getting used to other bedtime routines is all.”

When he didn’t respond you climbed up on his lap and hugged him close, whispering comforting words to him.

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3500 Follower Celebration: Rough - Joe Velasco x Reader

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It’s been a bad night, you can tell the moment you open the door and see Joe standing there. He’s clad in a suit that costs more than his annual salary, and he has that expression on his face, the one that breaks your heart. He always looks like this after an undercover op. Dejected, exhausted, untethered. It’s hard becoming someone else, it’s even harder stepping out of that role and back into your own life.

It’s in the bedroom as you help undress him, that you see the love marks on his throat and chest, the ones you left the last time he was here, just before the op.

“Scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. Show me I’m yours.” He had begged you because he’d wanted to retain some sense of who he was, he needed to see it, feel it.

“Joe.” You murmur, clasping his jaw in your hand and guiding his gaze back to yours. “What do you need?”

He stares at you before he reaches into his pocket and withdraws a set of handcuffs, holding them out to you.

“Rough.” He tells you, his voice low and gravelly. “I need you get rough.”

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Dr. Daddy

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader 

Warning: Sugar Daddy/baby

WC: 1847

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You grew up in a small town, but after completing grad school you found yourself in Baltimore. You landed a 9-5 job in your field and stuck with it for seven years, until the monotony of your daily routine became too much to bear. Every morning, you dragged yourself out of bed, went to work, and returned to your dingy and empty apartment. Once in a while, you would go on a date that either ended disastrously or was unbearably dull.

Eventually, the day arrived when you could no longer tolerate the situation. You had already prepared a resignation letter, and it felt good to put your thoughts into words. The letter was printed out, signed, and handed in right away. With your head held high, you left the office and made your way home. But as soon as you changed into comfortable clothes, the full weight of reality hit you.

You slumped onto your couch as your thoughts raced. You had impulsively quit your job without a backup plan. Thankfully, you had enough money saved up to last you through the month and maybe even the next. But what were you going to do now? You grabbed your phone and started scrolling through job listings. The more you looked, the more nauseous you felt. The idea of going back to another 9-5 job made you cringe. What other options did you have? Maybe starting an OnlyFans account? No, that wasn't something you felt confident in doing. But perhaps you were on the right track with exploring alternative paths now.

Over the next few weeks, you devised a rough strategy. You had recently begun selling photos of your feet on the internet and were pleasantly surprised by how profitable it was. You may have benefited from the money, but the process didn't really matter to you. Thus, you continue to seek out a more efficient way to make a living.

After a few months of wandering aimlessly since quitting your job, you finally found a solution. You made the decision to become a sugar baby. After signing up on a reputable sugar website, you waited for potential matches. And then, like magic, there was a notification.

Dr. Daddy: Hello, I stumbled upon your profile and was immediately intrigued. Your confidence radiates, but there is also a softness to you that draws me in. Your eyes sparkle like precious jewels and your piercing gaze demands attention. I’m Frederick.  

SmutSlut: Hello, Frederick! My name is YN.

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Life was amazing! It had been almost a year since you first met Dr. Frederick Chilton. You spent most of your time attending social events as his "arm candy," and when you weren't out and about, you were having wild, passionate sex. It baffled you why Frederick didn't just pick someone to settle down with. After all, he was incredibly intelligent, undeniably attractive, and an exceptional lover. 

Your new apartment was incredibly luxurious, and you had never owned such an extravagant wardrobe before. Frederick had made it clear that he was the only sugar daddy you could have for the entirety of your relationship. He took care of all your expenses and spoils you with anything your heart desires. Everything seemed perfect, except for one small issue...you were starting to develop genuine feelings for him.

After much internal deliberation, you make the decision to confront Frederick about the issue. The worst that could happen is that he breaks things off, and you'll have to rebuild yourself and start anew. You send him a text message, mustering up the courage to address the situation head on.

YN: Frederick, I need to talk to you. 

Frederick: …

YN: It’s really important. 

Frederick: I can’t talk right now, YN. 

Well that was weird. 

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It's been three weeks since you received the final text from Frederick, and your heart still aches. You've tried reaching out to him several times but have yet to receive a response.

Each passing day feels heavier as you struggle to comprehend Frederick's sudden disappearance from your life. The once vibrant and exhilarating world he introduced you to now feels dull and empty without his presence. You find yourself questioning every moment spent together, trying to decipher any hidden signs or warnings of his impending departure.

Despite your best efforts to move on, thoughts of Frederick consume your mind. His absence leaves a void that seems impossible to fill. Every knock on the door sends a jolt of hope through you, only to be met with disappointment when it's not him standing on the other side.

One evening, as you sit alone in the lavish apartment that once felt like a sanctuary but now feels like a gilded cage, a knock breaks the silence. Your heart races with anticipation as you make your way to the door, desperately hoping it's Frederick returning to explain his absence.

To your surprise, it's not Frederick standing there but a courier holding a small package. Confusion clouds your thoughts as you accept the package, thanking the courier absently before shutting the door behind you. Your hands tremble slightly as you tear open the package, revealing a sleek black box with an ornate letter 'F' embossed on the lid. Your heart pounds in your chest as you slowly lift the lid, revealing a stack of letters neatly arranged inside.

With trembling fingers, you pick up the first letter and unfold it. The elegant handwriting is unmistakably Frederick's, and your breath catches in your throat as you read his words. In the letter, Frederick explains that he had to leave suddenly due to unforeseen circumstances beyond his control. He expresses his regret for not being able to explain in person and admits that he never intended to hurt you.

Tears blur your vision as you read through the rest of the letters, each one detailing Frederick's feelings for you and his struggles with his own emotions. You realize that he had been grappling with his growing affection for you and had chosen to leave to spare both of you from potential heartache in the future. The weight of his words sinks in, and a mix of emotions swirl within you.

Despite the pain of his absence, you find a sense of closure in Frederick's letters. His vulnerability and honesty touch your heart, and you can't help but feel a bittersweet gratitude for the time you shared together. As you read the last letter, a gentle knock on the door startles you.

You set aside the letters and cautiously make your way to the door, unsure of what to expect. With a deep breath, you open it to find Frederick standing there, his expression a tumultuous blend of emotions.

"YN," he begins, his voice soft yet filled with intensity. "I had to come back. I couldn't bear being away from you any longer." His eyes search yours, seeking understanding and forgiveness.

For a moment, silence hangs heavy between you as you take in his presence once again. You struggle to keep your emotions in check as you realize he is using a cane, a new addition that sends waves of emotion through you as you process the change in his appearance.

"Frederick," you whisper, reaching out to touch his shoulder, "what's happened?"

He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's been... not easy. There were complications, YN. Injuries. But I'm okay now." He forces a smile, but you can tell it's strained. "I missed you, more than I ever thought possible."

You feel a surge of relief and happiness amidst the confusion and worry, but also a mixture of sadness and fear for the unknown. "What does this mean?" you ask, unsure if you're ready to face the future together.

Frederick reaches up and cups your cheek, his fingers gentle yet firm. "It means," he says softly, "that I want to be with you, no matter what. I know we have a lot to discuss and figureout, but I'm willing to face it all with you. I just can't imagine being without you anymore."

His words send a wave of warmth through you, and you find yourself leaning into his touch. "I don't want to be without you either," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you stand there in each other's arms, you can't help but wonder what the future holds for you both. With Frederick back by your side, the world seems a little less dark and a little more full of promise. You know that whatever comes next, you'll face it together, hand in hand, ready to conquer any obstacle that stands in your way.

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Frederick made his way to the couch and carefully set down his cane. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing a perfect erection that made your mouth water. As he leisurely stroked his cock, he gazed at you with an intense stare. "Come here and suck Daddy's cock, little girl," he commanded.

 You hesitated for a moment, then approached the couch, your eyes never leaving Frederick's. With trembling hands, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his thick shaft. As you began to stroke him, your other hand made its way up his body, caressing his chest, and eventually finding its way to his nipple.

Frederick's eyes rolled back in pleasure as you gently pinched his nipple, causing him to moan softly. His hand threaded through your hair and guided your head towards his erection. With a mix of devotion and anticipation, you opened your mouth and took his dick inside, savoring the taste of his precum.

As you sucked and stroked, Frederick's breathing grew heavier, and he began to thrust his hips, guiding his cock deeper into your throat. You gagged slightly at first, but the more you tried, the more Frederick pushed, until you found yourself choking on his member, your throat constricting around his girth. Frederick's breaths shortened, and his grip on your hair tightened, both of you caught in this intense, primal dance.

You pulled back, gasping for air, and Frederick's eyes met yours, filled with hunger and approval. His cock twitched in your hand, glistening with your saliva and precum. With a lustful growl, he pulled you up onto his lap. Without any warning, he pushed your panties to the side and plunged his member inside of you. 

“You okay, angel,” Frederick asked, concerned for your well-being.

You gasped, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, Daddy,” you managed to breathe, your body responding to his every touch.

Frederick's fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing it roughly as he thrust into you. Your nerves were set ablaze, and you could feel the familiar tightness building within you. Frederick knew just what to do, and soon you were arching your back, moaning in ecstasy as you climaxed.

Frederick kept up his relentless pace, and just as you thought you couldn't bear it any longer, he groaned and tensed, filling you with his warm seed. You both collapsed onto the couch, your bodies still joined together, hearts pounding in sync.

[plaidbooks]

A Sign

A/N: Karen hosted a small Secret Santa, and this is my entry that I wrote for @bullet-prooflove​ ! I hope you like it! It’s a Joe Velasco x reader fic.

Tags: guns, whump, mentions of death

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When Joe asked Sonny how he knew Amanda was The One, he was expecting something a little more concrete. “She was vulnerable, but so strong. And I knew,” Sonny had said. But what was Joe supposed to do with that? He wanted a sign, some divine calling that slapped him in the face with it! All this guessing and double guessing was driving him wild. Besides, you deserved better than that.

Better than me, his insecurities reminded him. Late at night, when you were tucked against him, fast asleep, he would lay there, going over your whole relationship in his mind. He loved you, so very much, but was that the sign? Did that mean you were The One, the end game, the final prize? He wasn’t sure. But he was damn sure that stringing you along while he figured it out was shameful—beyond shameful. But he couldn’t let you go, either.

“Please,” he muttered, looking at his ceiling while you dozed silently against him. “Please give me a sign that this is it—that I’m making the right choice here.” He waited in silence for an answer that wasn’t coming, then finally closed his eyes and hoped for sleep.

**********

“Come on, Joey! I’ll race you to Carisi’s office!” you declared with a laugh, dodging around the hustle and bustle of the city towards the DA’s building.

Joe rolled his eyes playfully before grinning. “You’re on!” He broke into a sprint, running past you. “Last one there buys lunch!” he called over his shoulder.

Instantly, you were bolting past him, and he watched, awestruck, as you easily outpaced him up the stairs to One Hogan Place. By the time he caught up to you, he was panting; Joe was a fit guy, but sprinting like that left him breathless.

“You keep me young, ya know that?” he said between breaths, his hands on his knees.

You chuckled, patting his back lovingly. “Yeah, my old man here can’t keep up.”

He shot you a warning glance, but you just laughed at him, making a grin split across his face. He loved your laugh, and he loved it more when he was the one that made you laugh.

You stopped laughing, but a smile was still on your lips, as you looked at him. But something caught your eye over his shoulder. You didn’t think, simply reacted.

“Gun!” someone screamed—was it you?—before you were pushing Joe back out of the way. A gunshot rang out, people started screaming, the security guards were trying to control the crowd while dealing with the gunman.

All of that was white noise as your legs buckled and you fell towards the concrete. Strong arms wrapped around you, and you vaguely picked up Joe’s cologne.

“Easy now—just lay down,” he muttered softly in your ear. He helped you to the ground, and it was only once you were lying down that you were confused.

You meant to ask, “why am I down here?” but all that came out was a weak, “why…?”

“Dunno,” Joe replied, pulling his jacket off and holding it to your abdomen. He looked over his shoulder at the guards, yelling, “call a bus!”

“Joe,” you whispered, and his eyes were back on yours.

“Just relax, okay, and stay with me. Don’t close your eyes, understand? Just talk to me.”

He pushed a little harder on your torso, and that’s when you felt pain unlike you’ve ever experienced before. You winced, gasped, and your vision flickered.

“Come on, stay with me, sweetheart. Tell me about…about what you want for dinner tonight, okay?” Joe said. Now that you were more aware, you could hear the tremor in his voice.

But darkness was coming quickly, and it was getting harder to stay awake. You knew what closing your eyes meant, and you didn’t want to die, not now.

“Joe, I’m scared,” you murmured, your mouth making the words without your permission. If those were your final words to him, you’d be kicking yourself in the grave.

“You’re okay, understand me? You’re going to be just…just fine. I’ve got you,”

You tried to blink away the tears forming, but with every shut of your eyes, the harder it was to open them. “I—I love you, Joe—never forget th—that.”

Slowly, you started to close your eyes. You could hear Joe’s panic as he tried to wake you, but it was too late—there was no way for you to fight it off any longer.

*********

Joe sat in the hospital chair, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and sobbing. The other officers mulling about, giving him kind words—it all meant nothing to him. The only person he wanted to hear speak right now was you, but that wasn’t going to happen.

“Detective Velasco? Are you ready to see her?” a man in scrubs asked.

Okay, maybe there was someone else’s words he was waiting on.

He nodded as he stood, following the man. Officers gave him a small nod of encouragement as he left the lobby, and his heart jumped into his throat. The hallway to where you lay seemed to take a thousand years to traverse, but once he was there, he seemed frozen in the doorway.

There you lay, eyes closed. Your hair was a bit of a mess around your head, and your skin was ashy, pale. He hated seeing you like this, so…ghostly.

“She should be waking up any moment now, if you wanted to take a seat there,” the man said, indicating the chair by your bed.

Joe sat, and his leg immediately started bouncing. It was like a vice was constricting his chest as he watched you sleep. Up, down, up, down, the blanket over your chest went, proving that you were still alive, still there with him. But he needed more than that; he needed a sign that you truly, genuinely lived.

As if in answer to his unspoken prayer, you gently opened your eyes. As soon as they found his, your lips broke into a smile.

“Hey Joe,” you muttered softly. “Did I sleep in again?”

He chuckled to cover up the sob that escaped from him. “Yeah—you know the Captain’s gonna give you hell for sleeping on the job.” He quickly wiped his tears, and you reached out with a hand, silently asking for his. He sniffled quietly, linking his fingers with yours.

“No crying over me, okay? I’m still here, with you,” you said, stroking his knuckles with your thumb.

Joe squeezed your hand. “Look at me; you get shot and you’re the one consoling me. This is a bit backwards.”

You smiled warmly at him. “I’ll take a bullet for you any day of the week—and I’ll love you every second of the day.”

Suddenly, it all clicked for him—the strength while being vulnerable, the love he felt for you and vice versa. It all made sense; how did he not see it before? Of course, you were the end game, the final prize, The One. How could you not be? He wanted to spend every waking moment with you, wanted to grow old with you, wanted everything with you. And he had been stupid enough to think he needed some divine sign.

“You’re thinking awfully loud,” you said with a frown, eyes scanning his face.

Joe blinked to clear his thoughts. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just…I’m so glad you’re alright. You really scared me there.”

You squeezed his hand. “Sorry to scare you, my love. I promise I’m okay, though.”

“I know. I—I love you, very much. More than I could ever say. And I’m so thankful that I get you every day.”

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The Temptation of the Immortals Preview

AN: Here's a preview of my Bryan Kneef x Reader fic. I made the mood board on Canva and I found the images on google. Credits to the original owners and a huge thank you to @thatesqcrush for posting the image of Bryan that I used. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

“Unfortunately Mr. Kneef, your son is no longer suited to our academic environment.  Goodbye.”  The call disconnected in Bryan’s ear and he slammed his phone onto his desk with a growl.

“Dad?” Alexander spoke tentatively, “I’m not going back to that school, am I?”

Bryan shook his head, “We’ll find another school for you.”

“The teacher was being mean during class.  I didn’t think he would actually listen to me when I said that the lesson would be more entertaining if he turned on the fan and swung around on it with one hand.”

Bryan beckoned his son over to him and Alexander perched himself on his dad’s lap with his head resting against Bryan’s chest.  “While I find you another school, you will need a tutor.”

“Daaad!” Alexander whined, looking pleadingly up into the eyes that were the exact same green as his own, “The agency always sends the most boringest tutors and they never come for me.  Not really.”

“Believe me.  I’m aware of that,” Bryan remarked darkly as he remembered the various tutors barging into his study and informing him why they were truly there.  Whenever he rang up the agency to complain, it was as if the tutors had no memory of uttering any words to him.  To take his mind off of the problems he was facing, he tickled his son.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

New change

For: @storiesofsvu Birthday Bingo.

Square: Say you want me and I’m yours.

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

WC: 330

Warnings: Cranky Rafi and fluff

Enjoy x

You had been putting yourself out there, over and over to just what you felt was to be friend zoned. You had been extremely forward with Rafael many times and yet either he didn’t pick up on it or he just chose not too. But after today, you were almost done. You brought him his favourite coffee before trial and then, although you thought you had done well on the stand, he thought otherwise, snapping at you when you got back to his office. You stormed out, Nick and Amanda following you and them leading you to a bar rather than back to the station.

You were sitting in a booth drinking down your vodka soda, when before you could move or react Rafael was sliding into the seat next to you, you looked passed him briefly and saw Liv and Sonny standing at the pool table with Nick and Amanda. Your eyes came back and locked with his green ones and you could feel your face start to heat up,

“Y/N” The way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine “I lost my temper today and I shouldn’t have, I just don’t know how to deal with this”

“Deal with what?” you frowned you brows.

“You don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing? How your expressing your feelings. I see it all and I’m not used to someone being interested in me. I snapped today to try and push you away. But when I looked back at what I did, I shouldn’t have done it, because I feel the same”

Your eyes blew open and you shivered again when you felt his hand go to rest on your knee, feeling the warmth of his hand seep through your pants. You placed your other hand on top of his, he moving his fingers so yours intertwined with his before you reached out with your free hand cupping his cheek and running your thumb along his chin,

“Say you want me and I’m yours, Rafael”

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[geeky-politics-46]

How would Stephen react to a very artsy S/O? I just finished spray painting and it got all over my arms 😅 so I’m just curious 🤔

Stephen loves that you are a creative person! Even if it meant you had some different personality traits and habits.

He is used to the more analytical and scientific worlds from his days as a Doctor.

Honestly that was the hardest part of his training in the mystic arts. Accepting that the world was very rarely black and white, and there was so much beyond the physical realm.

The idea that you could create such beautiful elaborate things from your mind never ceased to amaze him.

He knew it was hard and he had seen you struggle to birth your art, but you still made it look easy when you were in the zone.

The part he had trouble dealing with was the mess that inevitably came with it. 

He was pretty much a neat meticulous person. Again, another trait his years as a neurosurgeon reinforced.

You were a controlled chaos kind of person. If everything was too neat and clean you didn't feel free to create. 

You constantly had paint, or glue, or clay, or whatever medium you were working in smeared somewhere on your body, hair, face, or clothes.

You tended to lose brushes and pencils or pens all over the Sanctum. 

You would pace around thinking over your ideas only to inevitably set them down and wander off without them.

If he left any papers around there was a 50/50 chance he would come back to find doodles or ideas scribbled on them. 

When you got on a creative roll you could rival him for how long you could go without eating or sleeping.

He suddenly had a newfound respect for how much effort it took you to get him to go to bed when he was hitting the library hard. 

He was so proud to show off your work though. Even if he didn't always get it.

Seeing you beam with excitement when you would get an idea or finish something you were proud of. 

He would always help you feel better if you were frustrated or a piece didn't turn out how you wanted. 

He genuinely thought everything you made was fantastic even if you didn't. 

He loved it all because you were the one who made it and he looked forward to loving and bragging about your work for years to come.

Maybe he would even let you try to teach him, but only if you wanted. He didn't want to invade your escape from the world unless you wanted him there.

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[storiesofsvu]

Happy new year ❤️

So… do you still write for Alex Cabot? 🫣

If you do, would you mind if I send a request using the 100 smut dialogue prompt?

100) "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

Alex Cabot x fem!reader warnings: language, alcohol, mildly jealous alex, some smut. just a little drabble.

You’d invited Alex to join you and your friends tonight, but knowing just how much work she had to do, she politely declined but said she would meet you in a few hours to walk home with you. So you went out and had a great time with your friends, catching up on how times had changed, who was seeing someone new, basically any kind of gossip you could get your hands on. As any girl’s night out, the laughter and bright conversation had caught the eye of a group of guys who were out doing the same thing but also trying to hook up. While none of you were interested in that, you were interested in getting free drinks even if you had to flirt your way into them.

The guy who seemed to be most interested in you was James, and honestly, he wasn’t that bad. It was as if he caught on that it was kind of an act, that he wasn’t going to get anything out of you, especially when you bought a round of shots for the two of you. But he kept great conversation, told actually funny jokes and was decent company for the meantime. What you weren’t aware of was that Alex had entered the bar, lingering across the room as her eyes narrowed in your direction. She knew there was no threat, but she still felt something she didn’t like when his hand lingered on your forearm. She watched as he got a phone call, apologizing to you, saying what looked like goodnight and slipped out of the bar, then she picked up her phone and sent you a text. She watched again, a grin on her lips as you slid open the message, your brow furrowing before you glanced up around the bar, finally finding her across the room and making your way to her.

“Stalker much?” You greeted with a tease and she rolled her eyes.

“Would have hated to interrupt that.” She gestured towards where you’d been sitting and you laughed, leaning in to kiss her gently.

“Oh please. You would’ve loved putting him in his place.”

"Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you." She murmured, her lips ghosting over yours as her hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tangling into your hair to pull you impossibly close.

“Yeah? And why is that?” You cocked a brow and she shot you a warning look.

“Because you know who you belong to.”

“You might have to remind me on that one…. I may have gotten distracted.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetheart.” Her lips finally met yours, lingering just long enough to get a taste of her that would leave you craving for the real thing before she pulled away, “by the time I’m done with you you won’t even remember your own name.”

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[adarafaelbarba]

#12 “I can’t believer you’re this innocent” Barba please

Warnings: Priest!Barba au. Hint at smut, but not explicit. Still; MINORS DNI!

You looked up at Rafael with those big doe eyes which made his urge to kiss you even bigger. Yet he refrained from it.

“I was raised in the Catholic Church sir. I must abstain from the temptation of the devil.”

He huffed a laugh at that, caressing your cheek lightly. “Well. Not surprised you’re Catholic. But cariño you’re, you’re allowed to have some fun.”

You looked up at him again, shocked when he smirked down at you.

“Father Barba—how can you speak like this when you too are part of the faith?”

He huffed a little, not quite knowing what to say. You might be too innocent for the things he wanted to do to you.

“Because, little lamb, I’ve read and studied the scripture, I know what can and can’t be enjoyed.” He moved closer but not too close as to give you no way out.

“And what can be enjoyed then?” You look up at him again with curious eyes. Almost like you’d shed a layer of innocence.

Rafael dared to let his hand moves some hair away from your face, then cup your cheek. And to his surprise you leant into his touch.

“You’re allowed to take care of your needs and wants—“

“Even if it’s needs and wants for someone I can’t have?”

He looked at you a little surprised. Who could this person be? Had he read into it all wrong?

“Father Barba, I am ashamed to say this, I’ve had impure thoughts, about you. That’s why I’m here today. I need to repent from my sins. I need to know I am still worthy in the eyes of the Lord.”

Rafael’s mind short circuit when you told him he was the one you desired. Both hands on your face now he pulled you closer. “You’re worthy, little lamb.” He whispered and you leant up, lips hovering in front of his.

It was him closing the gap between you two, dominating the kiss and letting his hands wander over your body. All you could do was hang on with your arms around his neck, whimpering against his lips.

“Tell me what it is you want, what is it you need?”

“I need you father Barba. All of you, please.”

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“I'm sitting all alone by the telephone Waiting for your call” with Joe Velasco, please 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Ties into the Hallmark universe:

Hallmark (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe watches you fall in love with another man.

Be With Me (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe tells you how he feels.

Placeholder (feat: Mike Duarte) - Mike fears he’s a placeholder.

Think About It (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe recalls what happened the night of Fin’s engagement party.

Positive - Mike finds out about what happened between you and Joe.

Five Months - You and Mike catch up.

Baby Talk - Joe and you have a frank talk about co-parenting.

Replacements - Joe and Mike discuss their issues.

You miss your check in with Joe.

Part of the agreement the two of you have when you go undercover is that you call once a week, just to let him know that you’re safe. A minute is all he asks for, no more than that.

He’s on edge for the rest of the night, checking his phone constantly, flicking through the photographs of the two of you. When the baby starts crying, he cuddles her close, clasping her to his chest.

“It’s alright.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over her forehead. “Mama will call soon.”

When he doesn’t hear from you for another day, he calls Duarte.

“She hasn’t checked in.” he tells the other man. “I’m worried.”

“Yea,” Duarte tells him, as he looks at his own silent phone. “I am too.”

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Pairing: Bryan Kneef x female reader 

WC: 1384

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Bryan sat alone in his office on a Friday. Most people had just started to leave for the weekend. Normally Bryan would stay late to finish up the work he was doing, but since he’d met you, his paralegals suddenly started working more evenings especially on Friday. 

YN: Hey Bry! Do you have plans this evening?

Bryan: Yes. I’ll be playing with your pretty pussy.

YN: That sounds fun! Could you help me with another art project first?

Bryan: ...

YN: *pouty face selfie*

Bryan: You know I can’t say no to you. What will I be doing? Modeling again? Naked this time?

YN: It’s a surprise but I think you’ll like it

Bryan: I’m on my way over now. Do I need to bring anything?

YN: Nope! Just your sexy self, mister. *wink kiss emoji*

Bryan: Keep talking like that and your art won’t be made today, pretty girl.

YN: Love you!! *heart emoji*

Bryan: as you should

Bryan: *heart emoji*

Bryan put his phone in his pocket after ordering a ride to your apartment. He’d started walking out of the office after your first text. 

Meanwhile, you’ve planned everything for a perfect art making evening with Bryan. He was always so supportive of your work even though your work lives were so very different. You were nervous about his reaction to this new project even though you knew he’d absolutely love it. 

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Bryan walked into your apartment to the sight of you bent over adjusting a cloth canvas on the floor.  You were dressed in an old, stained shirt that did little to hide the prominent curve of your ass. The scent of fresh paint filled the room, making his stomach flutter with anticipation.

"Hey, baby," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he took in your focused expression. You hadn't noticed him enter, engrossed in your work.

"Bryan!" You spun around to see him leaning against the doorframe, one eyebrow arched questioningly. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Of course not, why would I announce myself?" He chuckled, pushing away from the frame and striding across the room to kneel beside you. "What have you got planned for me tonight, Miss Artist?"

You blushed, despite the excitement that bubbled in your chest. "You'll see," you said coyly, patting the spot beside you. He sat down, his weight making the canvas shift slightly.

"So, I want to try something different tonight," you began, your hands hovering over the canvas as if unsure. "Here's the plan," you say, your voice trembling with excitement. "We each choose a paint color and put it on ourselves and the canvas. Then we'll..." You pause, feeling nervous.

"What happens next?" Bryan asks, his curiosity piqued.

"We'll have sex on the canvas," you reply with a shy smile.

Bryan's eyes widened in surprise, but then he broke into a grin. "Well, I can get behind that," he said, looking at the colors of paint you had chosen. "What color do you want?"

You hesitated for a moment, glancing at Bryan's muscular arms as he removed his clothes, then decided to choose a color that would look good on his skin. "Let's go with red," you said, handing him a brush with the chosen color. "I'll go with blue."

Bryan nodded and dipped the brush into the tub of red paint. With a chuckle, he started painting his arms and torso, working the paint into his skin with deliberate strokes. You watched, entranced, your heart throbbing in your chest.

Once he was covered in a layer of red, Bryan beckoned you to him. With a shaking hand, you picked up your own brush and painted your arms and chest with the blue paint, watching his approving grin as you did so. Once you were both covered in a swirl of colors, you joined hands and stepped onto the canvas, feeling the cool texture under your feet.

"Okay," Bryan said, his eyes locked onto yours, "let's do this."

You nod, feeling the electricity in the air as you both leaned in for a passionate kiss. As your lips met, your bodies started to move in rhythm, the paint on your skin creating a sensual, textured canvas beneath your hands.

As your passion grew, so did the intensity with which you moved and painted, the red and blue colors merging and blending into a painting that was a masterpiece of passion and desire. The canvas beneath you bore witness to your love, each touch, each movement, each gasp and moan captured forever.

Finally, spent and breathless, you collapsed onto the canvas, panted breaths echoing in the quiet apartment. Bryan's arms wrapped around you, a satisfied smile on his face as he looked at the beautiful, colorful painting that bore testament to your love.

"You're a genius, you know that?" Bryan said, kissing the top of your head. "This is the most amazing thing you've ever done."

You smiled, replaying the passionate moments in your mind. "I'm glad you liked it," you said, snuggling closer to him. "But even more than that, I'm glad I get to share these special moments with you."

Bryan kissed your neck, his hand tracing patterns in the blue paint on your skin. "Always," he said, his voice low and full of emotion. "Always with you."

The two of you stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of your passionate creation, the vibrant hues of your bodies and the canvas a testament to your shared love. The scent of fresh paint lingered in the air, mingled with the sweet fragrance of your skin after a long, tiring yet fulfilling day. The world outside the apartment seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other's embrace, surrounded by a masterpiece of passion and desire.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” you suggested. 

Together you walked to the bathroom and got into the shower. The warm water cascaded over your bodies, washing away the layers of paint and sweat. Bryan's strong hands massaged your back while you returned the favor, his broad shoulders feeling like a safe haven. The water mingled with the paint as it swirled down the drain, leaving only memories of passion and love in its wake.

As the paint washed down the drain, Bryan ran his hands over your body. "Turn around and put your hands against the wall," he commanded.

He ran his hand down your back before giving each of your ass cheeks a quick smack. "Good girl. Now spread those legs for me and lean against the wall. I'm going to fuck this pretty little pussy," Bryan purred in your ear.

You followed his instructions, spreading your legs and bending over. Bryan rubbed his dick against your wet opening before thrusting inside.

"Oh, Bryan!" you moaned.

"Shut up and take this cock like a good girl," he growled.

Bryan continued to pound into you with one hand on your hip and the other roughly grabbing your breast. You moaned loudly, almost reaching your climax.

"Come on my cock, YN. Now."

You obeyed, coming around his cock as he roared and squeezed your tit again. After he pulled out, he turned you around and kissed you.

There was no need for words as you finished cleaning off any remaining paint.

As you stepped out of the shower, Bryan handed you a towel, wrapping one around himself. You dried each other off, feeling the familiar warmth that only comes from being with someone who knows you inside and out. He kissed your forehead, his eyes soft and filled with love.

"That was amazing," he said, meaning more than just the painting. "I feel so...complete."

You smiled at him, feeling the same way. "I'm glad I could share this with you," you said, snuggling close to him. "It's not just a painting. It's us."

Bryan nodded, his arms tightening around you. "Always us."

That night, as you snuggled close to Bryan in bed, you knew that this was just one of the many memorable moments you would share with him. You fell asleep, dreaming of the countless colors and textures your life would take together, knowing that no matter where your journey would lead, it would always be one masterpiece of passion and love.

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A/N: Y’all can blame @storiesofsvu​ for this fic! It’s a Joe Velasco x reader fic that covers the Vanilla/Soft square in @thatesqcrush​ kinktober bingo!

Tags: brief mention of svu-type stuff (blink and you miss it), p in v sex

Words: 1464

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You were busy in the kitchen when Joe came home. You heard the front door close softly, and instead of Joe’s voice greeting you as he shrugged off his jacket, it was silent. After checking the food on the stove, you went out towards the foyer to welcome him home.

As you expected, he had a thousand-yard stare, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world rested squarely on him. You said nothing, just came right up to him and enveloped him in your arms. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, breathing in your scent before he regained himself.

“Hey darling, how was your day?” he asked, in some semblance of normalcy. But his little grin didn’t meet his eyes.

Your hands traveled from his back down his arms until you linked your fingers loosely with his. “My day was fine…. Did you want to talk about it, or forget about it?”

He knew you meant his day. “Forget—at least for now.”

You nodded; Joe usually liked to process his emotions and thoughts before telling you about it. So, you dropped one of his hands, but held onto the other, and led him to the kitchen. He sniffed appreciatively at the food simmering on the stove and squeezed your hand in a silent thanks.

“Do you want a drink with dinner? Wine, beer, something stronger?” you asked.

“Just a beer, please.” He squeezed your hand once more before going to grab a beer from the fridge, then going to sit.

Dinner was mostly a silent affair; the only sounds were the scrapings of your forks and knifes on the plates. At first, you had tried to talk about things not related to work, but Joe wasn’t in a talking mood. By his furrowed brow, you could tell he was deep in thought about whatever happened today.

It wasn’t until after dinner, when you were doing the dishes, that he joined you. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms loosely around you, hands on your belly.

“I’m sorry I’ve been in a funk tonight,” he muttered before kissing the nape of you neck.

You smiled softly, though he couldn’t see it. “It’s okay, babe. I know work can get to you sometimes—”

“But it’s not okay that I repay you with silence.”

You turned to look over your shoulder at him, trying to catch his eye. “Repay me? For what?”

You could feel him smile against your skin before he moved to look at you. “Where to start? For being here, dinner ready and waiting. For dealing with my sour mood. For being so understanding.” His eyes softened, then he said, “for being here.”

You turned off the sink, dried your hands, and turned in his arms. His expression was so soft and vulnerable that you couldn’t stop yourself; you lifted to your tiptoes, lips pressing to his softly. The kiss didn’t last long, just a promise of your love.

“I’ll always be here for you, Jose Velasco. I know work can be hard—”

“That’s putting it mildly,” he sighed. “I swear, for every bastard we put away, five more pop up. There’s always another rapist, another wife beater, another child mol—”

“But think of all the people you help by putting away just one. You’re not doing nothing, Joe; you’re still making a positive difference in the world.”

He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head and looking away from you. “Sometimes, it’s hard to remember that there’s still good in this city, this world. Do people genuinely love each other anymore?”

You cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “I love you, Jose, genuinely.”

He softened in your hold, his stubble tickling your hand as he leaned harder against it. “I know, sweetheart—I didn’t mean to imply—”

“You didn’t,” you gazed into his hazel eyes, trying to show him you weren’t offended by his comment. “But I want you to remember that no matter what happens at work, you are loved by at least one person.”

“Always. I always remember. Whenever I have a bad day, I look through pictures of us on my phone,” he confessed.

You grinned at that, and he mirrored your smile—a genuine smile this time, one that brightened his face. Slowly, you leaned towards him, and this time, he met you in the middle, kissing you slow and deep.

Dishes forgotten, you both stumbled your way to the bedroom, lips only breaking to remove clothes. You felt the mattress against the back of your legs, and you fell back on it, completely naked. Joe fell with you, covering your body with his, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You ran your hands through his short hair, reveling at the softness while his mouth moved lower. He found the weak spot on your neck instantly, knowing exactly where to nip to drive you wild. You whined, wrapping your body around him, wordlessly telling him how needy you were for him.

He understood, and he shifted until his hard cock was nudging at your entrance. Before he pushed in, though, he moved to look deep into your eyes. He watched your face contort in pleasure as he pushed into you, sinking inch after inch in until he was fully seated.

You reached down to his butt, gripping him and pulling his hips closer, trying to take him as deep as he could go. Joe chuckled at that, then moved to grab your hands. He linked his fingers with yours, then pinned your hands by your head. With a soft kiss to your nose, he started to move.

You moaned his name, and he, in turn, kissed every inch of your face, his lips feather soft. There was something so passionate and intimate in the way he moved—slow and deep, not in any hurry to finish. Every thrust was a reminder that you were his, just as he was yours.

“I love you,” he muttered against your forehead. He planted a kiss there before coming to your lips, swallowing your moans as he picked up the pace.

You felt your orgasm building deep inside you, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper on every thrust. Understanding swept through him, and he released one of your hands.

Joe wiggled his free hand between your bodies, searching for your clit. He grinned when you moaned, and he knew he had found it. Crooking his finger, he started rubbing you quickly, and you whined, thrashing underneath him. You knew that he loved the power he had over your pleasure, how he could make you tremble with one finger.

With your now free hand, you gripped his bicep hard enough to bruise as he brought you closer to that tipping point.

“Jo—Jose,” you muttered, letting him know how close you were. He glanced up at you, finger and cock not slowing down. His eyes were dark with lust as he watched you hit your high, his name on your lips.

He adored watching you come undone on him, and he watched your face while he fucked you through your orgasm. Finally, he pulled his hand away from your clit and to his lips. He sucked his finger into his mouth, his eyes rolling back and a hum deep in his throat from the taste.

“God, you’re so sweet—so perfect,” Joe said, his voice thick and raspy. You felt new fire forming in your belly at his words, and you whimpered.

He grinned, kissing you and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. And then he gripped your hip with his free hand and started pounding into you. You let out a wrecked moan, tightening your hold on his bicep and hand.

It didn’t take long for his hips to stutter, his breath coming in short pants. You knew he was close, and you wanted his release as much as he did.

“I love you, Jose—love you so much,” you whispered into his ear. That’s all it took for him to spill into you. He let out a deep groan, his chest vibrating against yours as he filled you with his release. His hips spasmed against yours, milking himself with your body.

“F—fuck—darling, I—wow—” he said between breaths.

Body going boneless, he collapsed on top of you, and you both laid there in a sweaty heap, trying to catch your breaths.

“I love you, Jose—”

He cut you off with a deep kiss, all his love and affection behind it.

“I love you, too,” he muttered against your lips, “I love coming home to you. I love having you by my side. I love everything about you. I love you.”

[melk917]

The Best Part of Waking Up

Rating: E (contains oral sex, male receiving; a whiff of exhibitionism)

Pairing: Rafael Barba x gn!Reader

A/N: For @thatesqcrush who requested: Breakfast blowjobs "I am respectfully requesting this with reader x Barba please. Like the Folgers jingle…the best part of waking up…🍆🍆🍆 (We need smut to heal ourselves from this trash news about Barba)."

Yes, babe. We all need a little healing blowjob action. Pretend this is a world where he only defends voting rights & works for the Innocence Project, as God intended.

The Best Part of Waking Up

The first time you woke up it was from the rattle of the windows as the worst snowstorm in years battered New York. It was 6am, cold, and dark—the view through the windows was a complete white out.

Rafael, of course, was still out. He slept like the dead. It might take him forever to fall asleep, but once he was there, he’d sleep through almost anything (including his alarm more than once, which always made for a fun morning).

At the moment he was curled on his side, just the fluff of his messy hair sticking out over the duvet, soft snores almost hidden under the noise of the wind outside. You wrapped around him, one arm sliding over his bare chest, letting the warmth radiating from him and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest under your palm soothe you, and you drifted off again.

The next time you woke up, you thought it was still the rattle of the windows. You buried your face in Rafael’s neck and he shifted with a soft murmur, settling back against you, still asleep. You pressed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades and your eyes started to slip shut when the rattle started up again.

It wasn’t the storm. Your phone was vibrating.

You huffed and frowned. Dislodging yourself as carefully as you could from Rafael without disturbing him, you rolled over to grab the offending item and glare at the screen.

7:06 am, and it was ADA McKinnon calling. On a holiday.

You swore softly, sliding out from under the covers. Then swore again as the cold air outside of the cocoon of blankets hit you like a slap across the face. You hit the accept button with a bit more force than necessary, immensely displeased with the situation.

“Shit, Mike give me just a second,” you whispered as you hopped around, shrugging into a thick robe and locating your slippers.

There was a grunt from the bed, and the fluff of Rafael’s hair disappeared further under the blankets as he settled into the mattress. Well, at least one of you would get to sleep in.

You slid out of the bedroom, shutting the door carefully behind you.

“Ok,” you said, a bit louder, “where’s the fire?”

McKinnon’s laugh on the other end was exhausted, like he’d been up all night. “Sorry for waking you, I know it’s a day off. But we need to get this warrant served while the markets are closed and I need you to just verify that I’m reading this data correctly.”

You sigh and shuffle to the kitchen, flipping on lights, squinting at the coffee pot, “Is this a short or long verify?”

“Ehhh,” McKinnon hedged, guilty.

“Coffee it is then. Ok, tell me what you need.”

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It’s a little while later when you heard the bedroom door creak open and Rafael slouched out, rubbing a hand over his face, looking around the apartment for you. His hair was sticking up in the back, and he had a day’s worth of stubble shading his cheeks. Your temperature ticked up a few degrees at the sight of him sans robe, sleep pants slung low on his hips, chest bare.

He spotted you at the table, frowning at the open laptop and phone set up, but then clocked the coffee next to you, steam still curling in the air. He shuffled over, perching on the edge of the table next to you, thigh pressing warm against your arm before reaching over and plucking your mug up before you could react, taking a deep inhale of the rich blend you preferred. You made a face at him as he took a sip and smirked at you over the rim.

You rolled your eyes but reached up to rest your hand on his thigh to keep him close, feeling the solid heat of him through the flannel pants.

Mike was still on speaker phone, making small noises of acknowledgement as you read off different numbers from the Excel sheet for him to use, interrupting you with questions of clarification here and there.

Rafael stayed where he was, sipping your coffee and letting the conversation wash over him as he woke up. He leaned into you a bit more, leg pressed firmly against your side now, and you ran your palm up and down his thigh in response, answering McKinnon’s questions and enjoying how Rafael’s muscles flexed under your hand. He hummed into the stolen coffee and you slid your hand up to his hip, stroking your thumb along the crease of his thigh through the fabric.

Your fingers continued aimlessly as you and McKinnon went back and forth on which numbers would be more convincing to a judge, absently stroking nonsensical patterns over Rafael, not really paying attention to him or his reactions as you focused on the screen in front of you. Up and down his leg, in and out until your knuckles brushed high on his inner thigh, and Rafael shifted his hips, sighing. It was a small movement, but unmissable given your hold on him. You glanced up at his face and caught him watching you. His cheeks were a bit pink but his mouth was curving in a half-smirk and you glanced down to see the line of his cock, half-hard and obvious through his loose pants.

You met his eyes again, one eyebrow raised and he just shrugged, shifting his legs a bit wider and lightly rocking his hips. You frowned at him in mock disapproval and he pouted over the mug.

You tried to bite back your smile, but it tugged on the edge of your mouth anyway as he rocked his hips again, pout growing deeper. You huffed a laugh and gave in, running your knuckles higher, along the line of his dick, stroking him lightly through his pants. His breath caught and then he sighed, eyes sliding shut and head falling back as you set a slow pace, working him up to full hardness with gentle strokes.

“Can you walk me through where those numbers from the balance sheet came from again?” McKinnon was still on the line and totally oblivious to the fact that you had now leaned over and were pressing light kisses to Rafael’s cock through his pants, mouthing at him through the cloth.

“The only important one you need here is the equity line, which you can trace back to the debt documents.” One of Rafael’s hands came up to cup the side of your face as you answered, his thumb stroking along your jaw to your chin, then up to your lips applying light pressure until they parted, your tongue flicking out to lick at the pad of his thumb. His breath caught and you smirked up at him, holding his gaze as you leaned back down, nosing at him through his pants, the heat of his cock bleeding through the fabric.

“Great, ok. Well, then, add that and it should all set, yeah?” McKinnon asked as you reached up to curl your fingers in the waist of Rafael’s pants. He lifted his hips so you could tug them down his thighs, revealing his cock, thick and heavy between his legs, flushed and fully hard.

You licked your lips at the sight, smirking up at Rafael. “Yeah, I think that sounds good.”

You traced a finger tip delicately along the vein underneath before leaning forward to press gentle kisses from root to tip. Rafael shivered, his free hand opening and closing restlessly where it rested on the table.

“Great, well, then we’re done here. Thanks for this, and tell Barba I'm sorry for crashing your morning.”

You smirked up at Rafael who was definitely not listening at this point, his head thrown back, biting at his bottom lip to stay quiet as you ran the tip of your tongue along the head of this cock, dipping into the slit to gather up the precum that was starting to bead at the top.

You pulled back and Rafael swallowed a groan, hips jerking into empty space at the loss of your mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, Mike. It’s still early—plenty of morning left for us, too.”

McKinnon laughed and you ended the call, tossing your phone out of the way on the table and turned back to Rafael. You slid your chair back a bit, your hands resting warm on his hips and tugged him over until he was fully in front of you, legs spread wide on either side of your chair. You held him there, chuckling, and pressing kisses to his hips, his inner thighs, the low curve of his belly.

“You hear that?” Your lips brushed his skin as you spoke, making him shiver, hands coming back up to stroke over your hair. “We’re all sorry for upsetting your morning and leaving you alone in bed.”

His voice was breathy and strained as he answered. “Yes, you left me all alone and cold in the empty sheets.”

You dipped lower to lick a firm stripe up the seam in his balls and he groaned. “Still feeling cold?”

His hand slid into your hair more firmly and he looked down at you, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from biting at them to stay quiet. “No, I think you’re doing a good job warming me up.”

Desire simmered hot in your low belly at the heat in his eyes as he watched you. You licked your lips and pressed damp kisses to the tip of his cock and he sighed into it. A few drops of precum welled at the tip and you groaned lightly at the sight, the need to taste him pulling you under like a riptide.

You let it. Giving in, you ducked forward to take the head into your mouth, sucking, lapping at the tip, savoring the taste of him. You started to work your hand in tandem with your mouth, moaning lightly at the feel of the soft skin over his hard length.

Taking him deeper on each pass, you tilted your jaw so the head of his cock rubbed against the roof of your mouth while his hands stroked over your head, down your shoulders, and back up to cup the skull, soft groans and hitches of breath escaping with every drag of his cock against your soft palate.

Your jaw ached and your blood ran hot, mouth stretched wide to accommodate the size of him.

Spurred on by the uncontrolled whimpers and moans falling from his lips, you took him deep, letting your hand fall away from his dick to grasp at his hip and pull him close. He slid further into your throat and you swallowed around him, dragging a groan deep from his chest, his hips flexing in your grip.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, dragging your lips back up, working the head with lips and tongue, and he was trembling, thighs tensing as he held himself back.

Pulling up, you let him fall from your mouth but stayed close, your lips brushing against the tip, hand jerking him slowly and using your hold to smear precum over your lips. You knew the picture you made as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Come on, Raf,” you pouted, tongue flicking out to taste the precum across your lips. “Give me more. Stop holding back.”

And he groaned, sliding his hands into your hair and taking a firm grip, tilting your head back. Your eyes slipped shut, the flicker of your desire flaring high as he used the power in his grip to move you where he wanted you, pleasure sparking along your skin at the easy dominance. You let his cock slip back between your lips, sucking lightly at the head and you moaned at the taste of him.

“Fuck,“ he breathed out. “Oh, fuck, yes, just like that.” He groaned as you took him deep again, his hips flexing in little thrusts, cock sliding further until the head nudged the back of your throat. You choked slightly, groaning and drooling over his length. His fingers flexed against your scalp, tugging you back, starting to guide your movements on him, and you let him, mind going blank, losing track of everything that wasn’t the weight of his cock in your mouth, and the hum of desire under your skin.

“Fuck, feels so good, corazón,” he moaned. “So good at this, fuck. Love watching you suck me off. God you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You were totally gone now, making desperate little noises around him as the praise and his hands tight in your hair made your desire sharp and insistent, heat flaring between your legs. He had worked up a rhythm with his hips now, fucking into your mouth, and your hands were everywhere, grasping at his hips, encouraging him to keep going. Your nails scratched down his thighs as he hit the back of your throat and he gasped at the mix of pleasure and pain together, holding you firm against him, cock so deep in your throat that your nose was pressed against his pubic bone.

“Oh, fuck, so close, so close, corazón.” His speech was slurring in his need, running his mouth without finesse. “Fuck, gonna cum, fuck.”

You fought your gag reflex, taking breaths through your nose, and moaned around him as he held you there, hips working in short thrusts into your throat. You looked up at him, eyes watering, saliva and precum smeared across your face, and whined, desire flashing hot through you as met his gaze, his eyes rapt on your face as you took him deep.

Keeping your eyes on his, you dropped one hand from his hips, trailing the knuckles lightly over his balls to the space just behind, rubbing lightly before pressing up firmly, massaging back and forth. He gasped and threw his head back at the dual sensations, groaning at the sharp spike in white-hot pleasure as he lost control of his hips, burying himself deep and cumming down your throat with ragged cry.

You choked and swallowed, working him through it with your tongue, your throat, rubbing your knuckles up against him still. You pulled back to breathe and he was still cumming, your hand jerking him with firm strokes, the last of his cum streaked across your mouth and chin.

You gentled your grip, running your fingers along his thighs as you caught your breath, leaning in to lick at his softening cock, cleaning him up. He jerked at the sensitivity, moaning lightly, and his hand turned gentle as he stroked your hair.

You pressed a damp kiss to his thigh before resting your cheek against it and looking up at him, a satisfied smile on your face. “Feeling better? Did I make up for leaving you all alone and cold in bed?”

His laugh was a bit breathless still, and he tugged on your hair lightly, teasing and affectionate. “I was just going to suggest you make me breakfast, you know.”

You leaned into his hold and your smile sharpened into a hint of a smirk. “Well, I’ve already eaten, but let's see if we can get you fed.”

You winked at him and pressed a kiss to the tip of his softening cock. He shivered then laughed softly, hands dropping to tug you up until you were leaning against his chest, pressed against him from hip to shoulder. He cupped your face and kissed you, slow and languid, licking the taste of himself out of your mouth. His hands dipped into your robe, down your sides to slip into your sleep pants, grabbing you ass and stroking your skin before pulling you firm against him.

“I think I’ll get started right here,” he murmured, one hand slipping further between your legs as he smiled against your lips.

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