#Nevada Ramirez x reader

[rafaslittleboy]

MASTERLIST

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I would also recommend not interacting if there’s things that trigger you. I write these because of the things and trauma I’ve personally been through and it’s how I cope.

life of the party (ft. rafael barba) —your first hookup at a family and friends small gathering get-together just happens to be your uncle sonny’s mentor. *

a hand to hold mine — being held hostage by one of the men that your big brother met during an undercover sting brings out confessions and new emotions. *

PROWL — your father’s relationship with your mom was already rocky to begin with, and when you get him to confine with you why he’s been so low lately; you offer him some help. *

older & wiser — sonny overhears a private conversation between yourself and your older cousin mia about lack of self pleasuring tools and decides to take it upon himself to help you (ft. a dick mould that he got for his first year of college as a joke… but it comes in handy). *

blurbs:

dad!sonny feral fucking *

step-sibling! Sonny and a cramped closet breeding *

big bro! sonny getting you on BC so he can cum in you *

relative! sonny making out with you in a closet

big bro! sonny smoking after a rough fuck *

dad! sonny + raf anon ask *

would dad! sonny get caught with you? anon ask *

would bro! sonny get you pregnant? anon ask

dad! sonny dicking you down in amandas bed anon ask *

big bro hcs *

blurbs:

single dad! rafa + pussy eating *

dad! raf + sonny anon ask *

raf grooming + nonconning reader anon ask *

coming soon

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what I write:

incest, step-incest, abusive relationships, cnc, non con, grooming relationships, legal age gaps, murder, kidnapping etc. (if there’s something that’s not ok the list that you’d like to request, request it anyway and if I’m comfortable writing it I will!)

what I DONT write:

underage, stuff or anything involving minors/any sort of pedophillia, Piss, Scat, Snuff, beastality, full on DDLG (I write my reader inserts as mature and they act their age). this list will be updated.

* = smut

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Law and Order: SVU and Trouble in the Heights Ficlet (3)

Warnings: mentions of illegal activity and undercover police work.

Spanish translations:

Es tan fácil poseer cosas hermosas cuando tienes todas las oportunidades. ¿No es así, hermanito? - It's so easy to own beautiful things when you have all the opportunities. Isn't that right, little brother?

Quizás si no lo estabas una persona que prosperó con el sufrimiento de los demás, tú también podrías tener esto. - Maybe if you weren't a person who thrived on the suffering of others, you could have this too.

Cállate - shut up.

¿Puedes imaginar las cosas que pasarían después de eso? - Can you imagine the things that would happen after that?

Rafael carefully extricated himself from your sleepy embrace.  His green eyes were soft as he snagged the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over you.  You shifted in your sleep and Rafael stilled, hoping that you wouldn’t wake up before he could slip out of your apartment unnoticed.

Rafael had no doubt that his brother would be skulking around in the shadows, probably keeping an eye on you.  He made sure that your apartment door would lock behind him and it was only after he heard the click of the lock that he left.  Although it didn’t take him long to reach his own apartment, he found himself tensing when he noticed that the welcome mat in front of his apartment had been roughly pushed to the side.

“Es tan fácil poseer cosas hermosas cuando tienes todas las oportunidades. ¿No es así, hermanito?”

Rafael scoffed, “Quizás si no lo estabas una persona que prosperó con el sufrimiento de los demás, tú también podrías tener esto.”  He spat back.

Nevada shoved Rafael into his door; the wood groaned at the unexpected added force but Rafael ignored that, choosing to stare at his older brother.  Rafael hoped that Nevada could see the burning rage in his eyes.

“Since we’re family, consider this your one and only warning.  Do not inte-”

“Cállate,” Nevada growled.  “Keep poking your nose where it doesn’t belong and you might find that Buchanan learns of (Name)’s connection to Norman Stansfield.  ¿Puedes imaginar las cosas que pasarían después de eso?”

Knowing how vindictive and cutting Buchanan could be in and out of the courtroom, Rafael unwillingly held his tongue.  His mind flashed back to the various media frenzies that the 16th precinct had been involved in throughout the years and he began to consider possible methods of minimising the damage just in case Nevada decided to follow through with his threat.

“Now that you’ve grasped the severity of the situation, allow me to make one other thing clear,” Nevada enunciated carefully.  “Tomorrow (Name) will be told that she needs to participate in an undercover role in Washington Heights.  I will not accept any other officer.”

Rafael clenched his jaw at the thinly veiled reminder that he was related to someone who held a position in the criminal underworld close to where he lived and worked.  The irony of his situation wasn’t lost on him. 

“Why her?”  Rafael demanded tensely as Nevada strode away from him.

Nevada paused, “Bad things happen in threes,” he answered cryptically.  “Especially with Buchanan on the war path.”

Before Rafael could press the crime boss further, Nevada left him standing alone in the hallway.

Previous chapter

[madamsnape921]

Direct Payment

Pairing: Nevada Ramirez x female reader 

Warning: violence, technically a little noncon but not to Y/N 

WC: 1555

Tag List: I'm not tagging anyone because this is gross, but I want it off my WIP list

“What do you mean you used it? You used all of it? You were supposed to sell it, pendejo!” the king of the heights, Nevada Ramirez, spat out while he grabbed the man’s face and squeezed while two of his men held the man’s arms. “I want my money.”

The man looked panicked, his eyes darting around his apartment, hoping for a miracle.

“Well, pendejo? How do you propose I get what’s owed to me?” Nevada questioned.

Before the man could answer he heard a miracle arrive.                                                                  

“John? Are you here?” you called out as you walked into the room. “What the hell is going on?”

Nevada smirked at John before turning to you. “Hola, Mamí.”

You were wearing a cami and a pair of shorts and sweating from the lack of AC in this cheap apartment. “You want an autograph, pendejo?” you asked as you watched Nevada’s gaze run completely up your body. 

Nevada smiled and looked at your face. 

“Her. You can fuck my girlfriend if you let me live, Nevada” John cried. 

“What the literal hell, John? You’re selling drugs again and now you want me to cover your debt? He’s hot, but are you really that stupid?”

Nevada smiled, “Boys, take him to the bedroom. Tie him down. Make sure he’s ready.” He turns and looks at you. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re about to kill John and I’m about to never step foot in this apartment again,” you answered.

“What about his deal? I hate him. You hate him. We could mess with his head,” Nevada smiled. 

John had always been a liar, but the sex was good enough for you to stay. You really didn’t care about John and this guy was seriously hot. You could tell he was dangerous. “So you want me to do what? Lay there and let you fuck me to… what? Hurt him?”

“Do you trust me?” Nevada asked.

“Not in the slightest,” you said coldly.

“Smart. No harm will fall to you and I’ll leave you with a little gift. No strings attached.”

You think for a second. John has been getting lazy lately, probably the drugs, and you hadn’t gotten any in a while. “Fine, but no bitch, slut, whore, or anything like that. John’s the pissant and you will fuck me with respect.”

Nevada smiled and reached into his back pocket. He placed a folded stack of hundreds into your back pocket. He pulled out and tapped your ass lightly, “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Well now I feel like a whore. 

Nevada walked towards the bedroom and closed the door behind you. You see John tied to the bed, spread eagle with his head to the foot of the bed. He is naked with the exception of a piece of his kit, the rubber surgical hose, tied tightly around his thigh and around the base of his cock and balls. Clearly in pain you notice that John has a few open wounds on his body surrounded by bruising. 

“Great job, boys!” Nevada smiled. “Now, go in the living room and let me talk with him.” Nevada's men walked out to the front and closed the door behind them.

“Beer is in the fridge, guys. The Coronas are Johns, drink them first!” you yelled. The boys cheered.

“Now, puta, what have you done?” Nevada asks John.

“I used your drugs Nevada,” John replied.

“Correct. Now, if you had my money this would be no problem. However you are an insect on the shit that is this block. You could never pay me for the quarter kilo you took from me.”

“No, sir, never. That’s why you should fuck Y/N. Her pussy is cash.”

You frown and then slap John. “You’re a real piece of shit, John.”

Nevada laughs, “I spoke with Y/N and she is agreeable to finally have a man treat her with the respect and care that she deserves. You’re going to watch.”

“Hey, I never said I would wa…” Nevada slaps John hard.

“You have no power here.”

John's whine was ignored. Nevada looked at you and asked. “Please strip, Y/N.”

You began removing your clothes until you stood there completely naked. Your skin glistening in the open window light made Nevada’s eyes open wider and John’s filled with a single tear.  “Y/N, will you please hand me a pair of John’s underwear from the dirty clothes?”

Confused, you handed him a pair. Nevada folded them up and shoved them into John’s mouth. “Putas don’t talk, they watch. Y/N, would you please hop on the bed. I’d love it if that cute little pussy was held right above John’s head, please.”

You climb over John with your pussy over his nose. You suddenly feel Nevada start to eat you out from behind. 

“Fuck! Yes. Oh my god, that’s new!”

Nevada pulled out for a moment, “John, keep your eyes open. You’ll learn something.”

Picking up on Nevada’s vibe you add, “Maybe if you didn’t… didn’t use all that prod… product you’d be able to make me make these noises.” You gushed and felt Nevada’s smile on your lips as you became even more wet.

“Are you ready, Y/N?”

“I’m so close, Nevada, finish me.”

“I’m told I’m a better finisher with my cock.”

“Then give me that cock,” you looked behind you and saw Nevada opening his button down shirt and rolling up his sleeves. He removed his pants and underwear to show you his enormous dick. How am I going to fit that in me? you wondered. 

“Don’t worry I’ll go slow.” Nevada smiled and looked down at John. “Ever seen one this big before?” Nevada smacked John in the face with his cock. “I’m a little dry. I need to prepare this for Y/N.” He looked down at his cock and rested it and his balls on John’s face. He looks down and spits on his cock intentionally missing a few times. “Sorry John, I missed.” Nevada then rubs his erect cock over John’s face. “Ready, Mamí?”

Not noticing that you had been rubbing your clit furiously to prepare for that. You sigh, “Yes, but slowly, Papi.”

John’s eyes widen and Nevada chuckles, “Si mi gatita.”

Nevada put his tip into your slit and you moaned loudly, embellishing only slightly. “God that’s huge. Be careful, I’ve never had anything that wide in me.”

John began to struggle. 

Nevada slowly continued to insert himself into you. Feeling your walls trapping and wrapping his cock into you. You moaned in pain for only a moment until the endorphins kicked in and you surrendered to the pleasure. 

“Papi, please,” you begged.

As soon as Nevada heard that he stopped. Feeling the stretch on his cock and the quick breathing of John’s nose on the lowest point of his balls. Nevada then bottoms into you.

“That’s too much.”

“You can take it, gatita.”

You calmed and felt wide open, “I’m ready, Papi.”

“That’s my gatita,” Nevada slowly started to pump in and out of you. 

“Fuckfuckfuck” you yipped and he continued to piston into and out of what feels like your soul. “Papi, I’m ready for more.”

Nevada doesn’t stop and begins to more quickly fuck you until he starts feeling like a jackhammer. “John never could fuck me like this.”

Nevada laughs and grips into your hips. Held onto you as his full balls slapped and punched into John’s face. 

“You know I’ll be ruined after this, John. I can’t accept tiny cocks like yours anymore,” you inform John.

“Gatita, I am close. Dónde?”

“In me. I never let John, but I’ll let a real man mark me.”

With three more hard and deep pumps, Nevada emptied into you. 

Feeling this fullness pushed you over the edge and you came hard on his cock.

“FUCK, it was so close,” you quiver. Nevada takes this time to pull out and let his limp cock lay on John’s face. 

“Deal. Gatita, stay there for a moment. I want to watch it slide out of you.”

“Ok.” You reply as you can feel the load slide out from you. Knowing what Nevada wants you squeeze the rest of the load out onto John’s face. You then jump from the bed. 

“You’re a god. Much better than John.”

“You’re a goddess. Top 10, no questions.”

The moment was ruined as John struggled with his binding. You put your clothes back on and looked to Nevada, “So what now?”

“Well…” Nevada picks up your phone from the floor. “You dropped this,” he fiddled with the phone before handing it to you. “This is my personal number. If he contacts you again, let me know. Also, let me know if you’d ever like another round with Papi.”

“Yes, sir. Now what about him?”

“Oh yes, my mistake. Boys!” Nevada’s men walked in and picked up the mattress and carried it to the fire escape. “Should I kill him, Y/N?”

“He’s a jerk, but please don’t.”

“Puta, this lady is truly a gracious goddess. Thank her for letting you live.”

John is silent. One of Nevada’s men punches him in the stomach so hard he coughs up the underwear. 

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Leave him on the fire escape, boys. So, Y/N, are you hungry?”

[melk917]

Unfinished Nevada for prompt: “Use your words.”

There is literally no editing or even trying to take this out of brain dump form, but enjoy!

Nevada:

She had shown up at his place late at night, arguing about some woman from the club, and he’s smirking. He knows what she’s really there for, and oh she’s jealous. She wants him. She’s flushed, denying it. (maybe she had watched as he fucked some girl in the VIP area and he had held her eyes the whole time, and she clearly was turned on and didn’t leave. Just kept watching until he was coming) He’s in his office, sitting on the front edge of the desk, legs spread as some girl blows him. he’s got a hand in her hair, guiding her on his cock, the other gripping the edge of the desk. The door was just wide open and she came looking for him and he raises his head to meet her, head had been tipped back, throat working, and he straightens out, meeting her gaze from across the room. Holds eye contact as he rolls his hips and she keeps sucking him off, meeting agent’s eyes until she breaks and looks away, leaving

She catches him getting blown. When she shows up later he’s an ass asking if she wanted sloppy seconds and she’s going off on him that they can’t retain her cover if he’s fucking other girls and he laughs like you think I wouldn’t fuck other girls? They argue and she goes to shove him back and he catches her wrist and uses it to push her back against the wall and press into her

“Please. If I wanted you, like it would be hard.”

He backs her up until he’s crowding her against the wall, their hips pressed together so she can feel him hard through his pants, one hand pressed to the wall next to her head, the other on her waist, his lips next to her ear. She’s overwhelmed by the heat and scent and strength of him.

Ohh i’ll fuck you, princessa. But I’m going to need to hear you say it.  Admit you want me, admit you go home and think about my cock, how it’ll feel splitting you open. Admit how wet you got watching him fuck that bitch in the club. Admit you want me so badly that you’ll overlook everything you hate me for, throw away all those morals and ethics you claim to have, just to get a taste.

You don’t get to pretend this is anything else. No one is taking anything by force.

Use your words. Tell me exactly how far you’re willing to fall.

[vadaschiquita]

Chiquita | Ch. 19

Chapter 18

“Ay, Nevada!” Mariana complained as she crossed the threshold of Nevada’s apartment.  “Por favor, I’m fine.  We’re fine.”

It’d been agonizing days of recovery at the hospital, but once Mariana had been able to swallow without discomfort and properly digest her food without regurgitating thanks to Ricky’s work and that of the breathing tube, they’d released her and her baby.  Yet, the minute Nevada had heard of Mariana’s release, he’d become stricter than he ever had been before.

Nina, Sofía, and Jess had yet to see Mariana.  It had been her wish to remain unseen by them and anyone who came looking for her.  She had no say in whom saw her son, but according to Nevada, only Nina and Jessica had been the ones who’d kept the baby company whenever he wasn’t with Nevada and her.

Nevada had grown accustomed to not only doing almost everything for her in the duration of her hospital stay, but of making sure she was not over-straining herself when it came to their son, but as soon as the doctor had signed the discharge orders, Mariana had thrown caution to the wind and had done whatever she’d pleased in the coming hours before they’d settle everything with Matías’ doctors.

“Mari,” Nevada huffed.  “Chica, por favor,” he begged, taking a step towards her as she limped towards the couch.

“I’ve been bedridden for two weeks, I’ve missed precious, precious time with our son, and all I want is to take a shower and then sit in the tub with Matías,” she smiled, taking a seat on the couch.

He smirked, sitting besides her, “¿Y yo?”

“Y, ¿tú qué?” she bit her lip, looking up at him with coquettish eyes.

“Am I invited to sit in the tub, too?” Mariana shook her head, leaning back against the couch’s back and adjusting Matías across her front.  “Why not?” she shrugged with an impish smile, running her hand down the small expanse of Matías’ back.  “Chiquita,” Nevada scoffed with a smile.

He looked up at her with his green smolder, relaxing his body in the flirtatious banter they’d set, and when her response didn’t come he leaned in for a kiss, only to find her tipping her chin and his lips landing next to her nose.

“Vada,” she said in a breathy whisper.  “Papi, I want nothing more than to kiss you like I know you want to kiss me, but,” she sighed, looking up at Nevada through her lashes, “I feel disgusting.”

Nevada hummed, giving a slight nod.  “Bueno,” he begun, “you go do that, and papito and I will stay here and… do some work, and when you’re ready for him, me gritas, and I’ll bring him in.”

Mariana nodded, allowing Nevada to take his son from her chest.

Initially, the nurses at the hospital had bundled him incredibly well, but in true Ramirez fashion, he’d become fussy and impatient and it hadn’t been until Nevada had loosened the swaddle that he’d calmed.  Mariana had smiled at him, grateful that even after everything they’d been through, Nevada had found his true fatherly nature.  He’d helped Mariana up to the SUV and had waited until she’d tied Matías in the car seat to order Miguel along.

The drive from Union City to the Heights had been one filled with silence and quiet mumbles from Nevada and Miguel.  She could appreciate that the both were being mindful of her lack of sleep, but most importantly, the slumber of the newborn by her side.

She stared at Nevada and how careful he was with the baby.  He’d leaned back, propped his feet on the coffee table, and allowed for the baby to continue his slumber upon his chest.  As he scrolled through his cellphone, he tipped his chin, placing the tip of his nose to the crown of the baby’s head, and puckered his lips to press a kiss to his soft locks.

She sighed, smiling to Nevada’s profile.  He’d fallen in love with his son and when in his arms, it was like the entire surroundings would disappear and he only lived to protect him.

She stood, glancing once more over her shoulder just to catch the sweetest moment she’d ever seen: Nevada humming a soft lullaby to his son.  She slowly walked towards the en suite, forgetting to grab clean clothes.  For a little over a month, she hadn’t known what a shower felt like, she could feel the excitement coursing through her just as she saw the steam fill the air around her.  Mariana stepped in, toes curling against the ceramic floor.

The feel of the steamy water calmed her and she leaned into the sensation washing over her; taking her mind off of things.  The water poured down her sides, sluicing off her bruised skin, and she sighed, enjoying the feeling of it on her body.  She tipped her head back, allowing the water to coat her grown mane.  It wasn’t until she ran her fingers through her scalp, feeling the stitching of the gash at the back of her head, that she realized the severity of everything that had happened to her in the last month and a half.

She’d lived with the monster that was Ricardo for a couple of years, and for three years she’d been able to avoid the horrible clutches of domestic abuse, but they’d still taken a toll on her mental state.  Now, she had to think about her son.  She would lean into Nevada and his support.  She couldn’t allow herself to sink into the deep abyss that were the clutches of the human mind, she needed to be strong… for her son.

But, she also understood that in order to be strong for her son, she needed to be strong herself.  She sighed, opening her eyes to stare at the bright ceiling of Nevada’s bathroom, bathing her skin, and taking notice of the bruises scattered on her skin.  Every mark had a story and a reason for being on her body.  If it wasn’t caused by hospital equipment, Ricky and his mean streak had caused it.  She made sure to lather herself thoroughly, enjoying the suds and the feeling of being clean and taking time to brush her teeth.

The doctor had advised against washing her hair for the time being until the stitches had come off, but he’d allowed for her to wet it and apply product to the hair as opposed to the scalp.  Once done with her shower, she’d wrapped herself in Nevada’s towel, filling the tub with hot water, essential oils, and oat milk soap for both the baby and her.

She was almost ready to call Nevada when he entered with a crying baby, startling Mariana in her quiet reverie.  Nevada noticed and he grimaced, “Ay, mami…”

Mariana smiled, shaking her head, “No, don’t apologize.”

He sighed.  “Someone���s ready to eat,” he said, bouncing the baby in his arms.  “You almost done?” she nodded, walking towards him and placing a kiss to his lips.

Nevada hummed, smirking at her willingness.  “Here, I’ll check on the water,” he handed the baby to Mariana, placing a kiss to his head as he did so.

“Ya, mi amor,” she soothed in a mellow voice.  “Papi’s almost done with the water.”

Nevada hummed again; shaking his hand above the water he’d been testing, and nodded.  He turned the faucet off, standing with a slight protest of his knees to find Mariana sitting on the toilet’s top lid with Matías waving his little arms and fists in the air, exercising his lungs in a powerful cry as she divested him of his onesie, socks, and diaper.

His skin sprouted in gooseflesh and Mariana giggled, coming to a stand, and expertly handling the crying baby as she divested herself of the towel surrounding her body.  Nevada took a step forward, taking his son in his hands as Mariana stepped in and lowered herself in the tub.  She hissed, hinting at the warmth of the water against her slightly cold skin.

“Too hot?” she shook her head.

She raised her arms, wiping her chest with the towel she’d just removed from her body just so that Matías could latch successfully.  Nevada handed Matías to Mariana, and she cooed at him softly, watching as Matías shook his head to find his mother’s nipple and latch.

“Ya, corazón,” Mariana said with a smile, wetting his soft locks.

Minutes ticked on by before Nevada gathered his bravado. “How—How are you feeling?”

Mariana looked up from her son’s face, sighing softly as she gathered the baby against her chest to burp him.  Matías’ head faced Nevada, and as Mariana patted his back in rapid succession, the baby nuzzled into his mother’s skin, keeping his eyes open.  She ignored the question for the time being, listening to Matías’s soft coos and low-pitched contented sounds.

He burped, causing Nevada to chuckle.  Mariana positioned him once more to suckle, scooping water with her hand to bathe the newborn.

“Chiquita…”

She nodded, turning her head, “Be honest with me.  Do you want the real truth or some watered-down version of it?”

Nevada set his jaw, giving a quick glance to Matías and his movements.  “I would hope you’d give me the real one,” he said evenly.

“I am happy,” she said with a nod, shifting in the water.  “But, I am scared, too.  I’m relieved to be here with you and our son, Nevada, but…” she sighed, feeling her chin tremble, “I almost—”

“No, no,” he quickly interrupted.  “No, we’re not going to think that way, Mari.  You’re here, you’re safe, and you have our son in your hands, mami.  Don’t—Don’t allow that… motherfucker to steal this.”

“Vada—”

“Qué no, ¡coño!  You’ve beat him before, you’re going to again.”

She hissed, glancing down at her son.  She saw Nevada move and she shook her head, “I’m fine, just a little sore,” she tittered.  “Where is he?”

“Chiquita—”

“Nevada,” she warned sternly.  “What did you do?”

He couldn’t help his smirk and he shook his head.  “Nada,” he bit his lip, looking up at Mariana.  He wouldn’t bother her with what he had… or hadn’t done with Ricky.  That was his problem now, and he would handle it as he saw fit.

She narrowed her eyes at him.  She knew to expect pushback and for the time being, she’d allow it, but there needed to come a moment where she’d make sure to know what had happened with Ricky.

She focused on the way Nevada’s finger trailed her soapy skin and the look of utter love in his eyes.  She’d made him a father and if being around him and Sofía was any indication of his devotion as a parent, she was most excited to see him be a father to their son.

At the hospital, she’d enjoyed time with her son, but everything had a time stamp.  Matías could only be with her in her room for two hours before the NICU nurses came in wanting to take him away.  His heart rate had improved exponentially, but they wanted to make sure that it was just a mild complication instead of a life altering one.  The last thing she wanted was to prevent the medical staff from doing what they needed to do in order to ensure her son’s safety.  Yet, she found herself yearning for him the second he was away, and it wasn’t until she threw a fit with Nevada that they finally moved her from the intensive care unit to a room in the maternity ward.

She’d avoided Nevada’s question.  She’d been truthful to some extent, but she hadn’t told him about the nightmares and sleepless nights.  Not because Matías wasn’t sleeping well, but because all she could see whenever she closed her eyes was the vivid memory of the container turned prison in the shipping yards.  Whatever Nevada had done or was doing with Ricky, he deserved, and she hoped he’d suffer the same amount if not more than she had.

“I scheduled an appointment at the dentist tomorrow,” she said quietly, smiling at her newborn son.

Nevada sighed, clearly annoyed at what she’d said.  “Mariana—”

“Nevada, what is your problem?  Are you planning on keeping me cooped up in here?”

“Well… I just might.  Papito cannot be going outside—el sereno me lo va a enfermar.”

Mariana rolled her eyes, “How long is that excuse going to last for?”

“Can’t the appointment wait another week, at least?” he bargained.

“No,” she shook her head.  “I’m going tomorrow to the dentist.”

“Fine,” he surrendered, knowing he wouldn’t win this one.  “Drop him off at the club—”

“Ha!” she shouted, allowing the outburst to turn into laughter as she adjusted her son on her chest.  “That’s funny.  In your fucking dreams.  I already asked Jess to come with me.”

He hummed, ready to fuss at her once more.  “What happened to ‘no quiero que nadie me vea’?” he faked mocked.

She shrugged.  “At my discretion…” she smirked, side-eyeing him.  “I’m swinging by Nina’s, too,” she saw as he got ready to protest and she beat him to the punch.  “Don’t even.  I’m going and that’s that.”

“Take Miguel.”

“No.”

He hung his head, what exactly was he paying for when God decided to put her in his path?

The debate had been that she did not want protection, but the second he’d forced her into it, she’d wanted Miguel.  It’s how she’d end up with Dylan in the first place, but now that he was more than willing to surrender Miguel for her and her safety—their safety, she didn’t want him.

“No me mires así,” she softly offered.  “You’re only offering Miguel because I was right all along and you’re feeling guilty.  Do not pity me.  From anyone else, sure, I’ll take it ‘cause they don’t know better, but I will not tolerate you treating me any different,” she brought her hand out of the water and pressed it to his beard, feeling the weight of his head against her palm.  “I’ll be fine, I promise.  And, if I need help or I’m feeling tired, I will personally call Miguel and guilt him into coming to my rescue,” she finished with a smile.

“Ay, Chiquita…” he sighed, looking into her eyes.  “Fine, but just know I still have eyes everywhere.”

“Mari, look at him!” Jess fawned for the countless time since leaving the dentist’s appointment.

Now, they were walking side by side.  Jess wore the baby and Mariana carried her new accessory turned purse: Matías’ diaper bag.  They walked at a leisure pace down the block of Mariana’s dentist.  In her mouth she still housed some cotton balls that she needed to take out as soon as she got to Nevada’s.

Mariana smiled at the genuine love she saw in Jess’ eyes.  Her son had his head tipped back, his mouth open as he slept.

“Mouth breathers are the worst, Matty,” Jess tittered, bringing her thumb to Matías chin, pushing on his jaw until his mouth was closed and she heard him sigh through his nose.  “Much better,” she placated, glancing at Mariana.

She’d felt Mariana’s eyes on her profile, but when she glanced at her walking companion, her eyes were fixed on every step they took.  She watched Mariana, gauging how to further proceed when Mariana looked up.

“What?” she said, muffled.

“How are you feeling, Mari?  The truth.���

Mariana sighed, shaking her head.  “I’m happy,” Mariana admitted, swallowing around the cotton in her mouth.  “I’m angry.  I’m scared.  I’m relieved…”

“Where’s that piece of shit, anyways?”

Mariana shrugged, “Nevada won’t tell me.”

Jessica hummed, but did not press the issue.  She knew better than to even think about questioning Nevada’s choices.  Mariana was the only one that got away with it, and that was because she was not scared of Nevada.  She didn’t fear the repercussions, but everyone else did.

“You know,” Mariana continued, breaking the tense silence between them, “there were days where I would wake up in the hospital and my first thought was of Ricky.  If he was alive or dead, and if he was alive, what were his injuries?  Was he in the same hospital as I was?  Were the police with him?  What had Nevada done to him after I loss consciousness.  Had he killed Ricky?  Had Miguel?  If Ricky was dead, then what happened to his body?  Had the news covered the story?” she paused, reaching into her mouth to remove the cotton tucked between her cheeks.  She made a tasteless sound, bringing the back of her free hand to her mouth before Jess scolded her.

“Don’t!”

“Why?” Mariana looked at Jess with teary eyes.  “Why do I care about him?”

Jess frowned, sifting through her words in order to properly formulate her response.

There were several people in the world that could render Jess speechless, Mariana being one of them.  She looked away, too much pain in Mariana’s eyes made her uneasy.  She couldn’t lie to her if she looked at her, she couldn’t properly comfort Mariana either if she knew there would be a rebuttal.

“Mari,” Jess sighed, shaking her head and closing her eyes at Mariana’s soft whimper.  She could feel her chin begin to tremble and she cleared her throat, distracting herself from the emotions… from the truth.

“I still love him, don’t I?”

“Mari…”

“Stop… saying my name!” she came to a stop, disentangling her arm from Jess’.

“I—”

“Just… give me my kid,” she grumbled, tugging at the knot that held the fabric in place at Jess’ natural waist.  Jess went to protest, but Mariana already had Matías in her arms, tugging at the fabric with her free hand as she made a quick getaway.

Jessica stood rooted to her spot.  She’d literally said nothing to Mariana, nothing to upset her to such extent.

She understood that Mariana needed time.  Time to heal and come to understand that Ricky was not a threat any longer.  Regardless of what Nevada had or hadn’t done to him.  Mariana was safe now.  Matías was safe.  But, Jess could see that inner turmoil in her eyes.  It’d been the same way when she’d started at the school almost four years back.  Mariana needed time, more than before, because now she was caring for her child, who needed her more than anything.

Jess watched Mariana power walk down the sidewalk, the fabric of the wrap caught in the wind behind her like a superhero’s cape.  She didn’t follow her, she allowed her her space.  Jess just hoped she’d remain safe.

Matías had barely stirred with the jostle of the transfer, and Mariana had ducked into one of those fancy Midtown coffee shops and into their restroom in order to both change Matías’ diaper and redo the wrap around her body.  The whole thing had taken ten minutes, and she hadn’t left without purchasing some herbal tea to soothe her still aching throat and out of whack nerves.

The afternoon wind picked up, making her shiver, so she pulled the edge of the wrap over her son’s head, patting at his back with each of her steps.

It was no secret that she’d been on edge.  Even before leaving the hospital.  She tossed and turned all night, even when laying next to Nevada.  His hold on her strong and his slumber even stronger.  He only ever stirred when he heard Matías coo from his bassinet at Mariana’s side.  The entire Ricky ordeal she’d thought to have compartmentalized well, but it’d been proven wrong.  Even now, she counted her steps, and her ears were perked up for any unwanted sound behind her.  Her instincts had sharpened, and she hated the way she could feel her shoulders on her neck.

Her bottom vibrated, pulling her thoughts to the now.  She glanced at the sleeping face of her son, partially covered by the wrap over his head, and she smiled, glancing down the street to see if she could at least place her surroundings.  She’d walked a little over five blocks from where she’d left Jess rooted to her spot, a sense of guilt now washing over her.  She lashed out for no reason.  She lashed out, for what?

Jessica had been nothing but supportive and she went and got mad at her because she didn’t cosign Mariana’s thoughts and feelings?  Or, was it been deeper than that?

Was Jess’ silence and apprehension a confirmation of her deepest thoughts and feelings or was it something else completely?  She’d opened up to Jess, at her request, let her in to Mariana’s deepest thoughts as of late, and she received nothing but silence from whom she called her best friend.

She felt her bottom vibrate again and she reached around to fish it out of her back pocket.  She’d a few missed calls and texts from Jess, and a dozen more notifications, all from Nevada.  She rolled her head, taking a careful sip of her herbal tea when her phone vibrated furiously in her hand: an incoming call from Nevada.

She answered, “Nevada.”

“Mariana, what the fuck is your problem?”

Mariana smacked her teeth, ending the call promptly.  If Nevada wanted to argue, then he would do so by himself.  She hadn’t the energy to do so at the moment.  Instead, she typed a quick message to Miguel with her location and a warning.  She’d stumbled upon an empty Paley Park, and she sat near the waterwall, entranced and lulled by its soothing sound.

She’d no knowledge how long she sat there, but when Miguel found her, she was in the middle of breastfeeding Matías.

“Señito,” Miguel interrupted softly, causing Mariana to startle.  “Sorry, sorry,” he said, not approaching Mariana further.  Mariana waved him off, moving the baby’s diaper bag so that Miguel could sit in the chair closest to her.  As Miguel sat, he said, “Takes after Nevada, then?  Always eating!”

Mariana shared a chuckle with him.  She sighed, leaning back, “I had to turn off my phone.”

“Señito, el jefe…” Miguel sighed, not knowing how to proceed.  “El jefe didn’t take well your disappearance.  When you weren’t answering, he lost it.”

“I know, Miguel.  I know,” Mariana nodded, turning to acknowledge Nevada’s Tiburón.  “I’m struggling, too, and him treating me like spun glass isn’t helping.”

Miguel glanced down at his lap, bringing his phone up to show Mariana whose name lit up the screen, “Can I?”

Mariana smirked, “I’m not your boss, he is.”

“We all know that’s not true,” Miguel chuckled, answering when Mariana gave him a nod.  Mariana could hear Nevada yelling and cussing at Miguel over his whereabouts and Mariana’s alike.

Mariana extended her arm, feeling Matty unlatch.  She accommodated her bra and lowered her shirt, handing the baby over to Miguel.  Miguel’s mouth worked overtime, opening and closing as Mariana giggled over the man’s fumbling.

“Here, drape him over your shoulder like this,” Mariana coached, accommodating Matty on Miguel’s shoulder for him to burp the baby.  “And, hold his butt—yes!” she continued, having heard Nevada’s silence on the other side of the line.  “Now, burp him.  You’re not hurting him, I promise,” Mariana smiled and watched as Miguel patted the baby’s back.

“Mari,” she heard Nevada calling for her through the phone.  It sounded far away, but loud enough that both her and Miguel glanced at the phone now atop the table between them.  “Chica, Mari!” he protested again.

She picked up the phone, “Nevada.”

“Why’d you hung up on me?  Where are you?”

“I can always hang up again,” she simply reminded.  He was yelling, and he sighed heavily, no doubt tampering his anger before speaking again.  “Now, start over.”

Nevada cleared his throat, rubbing at his brow from behind his desk.  This was all too reminiscent.  Too close to what had happened, not that while back.  He hated not having easy contact with her.  He hated that she’d turned off her phone without a regard for her safety and that of their son.  If it were up to him, she’d never leave the safe confines of his home, but he knew better than to push her.  She’d already been trapped, he wouldn’t do that to her again.  Not to his Chiquita.

“Chiquita,” he restrained himself, knowing that lashing out would get him complete silence.  “Dile a Miguel que te traiga.  And, I don’t want to hear any more protesting from you.  Is that clear?”

Mariana smirked, watching Miguel burp the newborn baby.  Mariana giggled when Matías burped, surprising the burly man.  

“Mari?”

Mariana rolled her eyes, “Ya.”

“Dile a Miguel—”

Mariana groaned, “Miguel, could you take us to Nevada?”  Miguel nodded with a smile, his hand still patting at Matty’s back.  They stood, Mariana making sure she’d everything she needed.  “Could we stop for food, first?”

Nevada smacked his teeth audibly, “Mari!”

The protest quickly died when Mariana pressed the end call button on the screen, following Miguel with a giggle on her lips.  She lived to aggravate Nevada.  His sole existence aggravated the world, so a little taste of his own medicine would do him good, and hopefully he’d learn to trust her instincts.

Mariana could hear muffled shouts as she reached the upstairs area of Nevada’s club.  She slowed her pace, running her hands down her son’s back.

They rode in the back of Nevada’s SUV without a car seat in sight.  Miguel had taken speed limits seriously and dared not travel a mile over them for the sake of him and the lives of the precious cargo he transported.

Mariana took a step back as Miguel passed her by, an arm extended behind him as he approached the Nevada’s office door.  Miguel knocked twice, pushing the door open and peaking his head in.  There was some muffled exchange and Miguel shut the door, grimacing towards Mariana’s general direction.

Mariana shook her head, glancing down at the wide awake expression of her newborn.  “Tu papá is something else, Matías,” she chuckled.  “Diosito, dime que va a salir a mí…”

Nevada strolled out, coolly approaching Mariana.  He smirked, placing an unlit cigarette over his ear.  “Chiquita,” he sighed, taking her in.  He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers forcefully.  

Mariana hummed at the familiar taste that was Nevada.  He hadn’t been smoking, but he’d been drinking, she could taste his private selection on his lips.  She pulled back, licking her lips to savor Nevada on her lips.  She smiled, feeling the tension of the day roll off her shoulders.  She smiled at him, bringing her thumb to swipe underneath Nevada’s lip, and he puckered his mouth into the pad of her thumb before it was completely away.

“With our luck, he’ll be like the both of us, and really drive me insane,” he said between them, tucking his chin to press his lips against Matías’ soft hairs.

Mariana snickered.  “Pucho in there?”  Nevada nodded.  “Did you bring me here to have me stand or is your… mess not quite clean yet?”

Nevada sighed, clenching his jaw to keep his temper at bay.  He stared at her, smolder against smolder.  “Miguel.”

Mariana glanced past Nevada’s shoulder, watching Miguel move and peak inside the door.  Nevada had busied himself with his son, cooing at him softly.  When Miguel straightened and cleared his throat, Nevada took a step to her side, allowing her to walk in first.  He ogled her as she walked in front of him, smirking at the pretty sway of her hips and the fill of her ass in her jeans.

She was working on divesting herself from the taut fabric around her body, keeping a protective arm around her son’s back.  She greeted Pucho with excitement, easing Matías out of the wrap.  Pucho fawned over the baby and kissed Mariana’s cheek, just below the healing bruise near her cheek.  Nevada moved about his office, propping some cushions at the end of the couch just as he sat.

Nevada whistled, creating a double eye-roll from both Pucho and Mariana.  Mariana approached him, handing him his son.  Nevada smiled, pressing his lips to Matías’ brow.  Nevada turned his head, stealing a kiss from the brown-skinned beauty next to him, feeling the smile spread across her lips.  He hummed noncommittally with a jut of his chin towards the end of the couch where he’d propped some cushions.

Mariana yawned, leaning back against the cushions, and bringing her feet to Nevada’s lap.  In one arm he safely held his son, while his other busied itself with untying and slipping Mariana’s shoes off.

She glanced at Nevada and Matías, both involved in themselves as Miguel and Pucho mumbled something about numbers, lulling her to sleep.

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Nevada Ramirez:  What’s Your Problem?

Word Count:  3651

TW:  Smut (dub-con due to intoxication; committed relationship; dirty talk; PiV, unprotected).  18+ only.

You weren’t even supposed to be at the club that night.  You had agreed to take the last shift at the clinic, trading off with another tech who had tickets to the Yankees game.  At the last minute, though, she traded back for her shift.  The weather forecast called for vicious storms, and she figured it would get rain-delayed or cancelled.

As you made your way home, you knew your coworker was right.  You could feel the storm coming:  the mugginess cut through with cold winds, the fast-moving clouds that scudded across the nearly full moon, the distant rolling of thunder off to the west.  There was an energy to the night too – you could practically feel it crackling around you like electricity.

Normally, you’d just go back to your apartment, put on your pajamas, and settle into your couch to start a movie.  The workweek was tough, and by Friday, you were usually worn down to a nub.  You were in graduate school and worked at the clinic late at night – it paid okay, and there was so much down time that you got a lot of your schoolwork done on the clock.

Of course, you didn’t need to do any of it if you didn’t want to.  Your boyfriend, Nevada Ramirez, the self-proclaimed King of the Heights told you time and again that he would take care of you.  Which he did, for the most part.  But it was a point of pride that you get your master’s degree and continue the path you had set for yourself long before you met Nevada.

You weren’t even sure what he saw in you, but ever since he stumbled into your clinic, needing stitched up, he had been relentless in his pursuit of you.  And you – with your handful of short, failed relationships – couldn’t resist him for long.

Even though you should be tired, the oncoming storm gave you a jolt.  You went home, took a quick shower, and changed into your nicest dress.  It was modest by Nevada’s club’s standards, but it was still sexy.  Tight, but not skin tight.  Showed off a tasteful amount of cleavage.  It was a deep red, and you matched your lipstick perfectly to it.  

Then you made your way to the club to surprise your boyfriend.

By the time you got there, the wind had picked up, leaving your hair extra-tousled.  You straightened your skirt and checked your makeup in the mirror of a car parked out front.  Then you went inside.

The club was dim, and you could feel the bassline in your bones.  There was the smell – no matter how much management cleaned or aired the place out, the club always had a unique funk of spilled alcohol, skunky secondhand weed smoke, overpowering colognes, and sweat.  You curled your nose at the smell and waited to get used to it.  

You started towards the staircase that led up to Nevada’s perch, as you called it.  There was a small balcony area where he could sit and survey the club floor without having to join in the mass of sweaty, grinding people.  You usually sat with him, perched on his lap.  Sometimes, if he was in a temper, you’d soothe him by scratching your nails through his hair.  Other times, if he was horny, you’d tease him with a scaled-down lap dance until he’d drag you into his office and take you on his couch, or across his desk, or against the door.

Tonight though, there was already someone on his lap.

You stood, frozen in place, and just watched for a moment.  The woman was in clubwear that left little to the imagination, some complicated dress woven from strings and straps that probably took an hour to get into.  She was gorgeous, you admitted to yourself jealously, with big dark curls that cascaded down her back, and curves upon curves.

Any other time, you would have just left.  Any other guy, you would have gone home.  But being with Nevada had changed something in you, making you less passive and just a bit meaner.  The meek girl who was used to guys walking all over her was slowly being replaced by someone stronger.

So you turned away from the foot of the stairs and made your way to the bar.  You ordered a rail of premium shots – Trujillo’s woman drank for free, after all – and then threw them back in rapid succession.

Then you went out onto the dance floor and waited for the alcohol to hit you.  It didn’t take long.

You might not be curvy like that girl, or beautiful like that girl, but you had a certain spark that people found appealing.  You felt the alcohol burning through your veins, felt the bass thrumming through your cells.  You made your way to the center of the dance floor, you were the nucleus of the writhing mass of bodies pressing against each other.  One song bled into another; you danced with a tall woman who pulled you in against her, swaying together to the beat.  

She spun away from you, and she was replaced by a man.  Through the tequila haze, you saw that he was handsome enough, in a dicey sort of way.  He placed a hand on your waist, so you turned around so that your back was to his chest.  He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in tight against him as he ground against you.  You closed your eyes and willed the sensation to erase the image of Nevada with some random woman in his lap.

You don’t know how much time passed.  A minute, an eternity.  The music was pounding through you, and you felt dizzy whenever you opened your eyes.  You went to lean back against the man dancing with you, but you were suddenly jolted as he was pulled away.

You opened your eyes and spun around just in time to see Nevada’s face, dark with fury.  And Nevada’s fist, connecting with your dance partner’s face.  

“Stop it!” you yelled.  You grabbed for Nevada’s arm as he pulled back to land another punch, and in the scuffle, you got knocked down, hard.  Nevada’s men swarmed past you, separating your boyfriend from your dance partner.  

You felt a flood of tears fill your eyes, and you scrambled to stand up.  Nevada, his men, the man you’d danced with – they were in a tangle on the dance floor, yelling in Spanish and trying hit each other.  You weren’t even an afterthought – you were quite forgotten in the melee.  Well, of course you were.  You spun on your heel unsteadily and left the club.

You only made it a block before you heard someone yelling for you.  You ignored him.  Two could play that game.

You only made it one block after that before he caught up with you.  His hand grabbed you by your upper arm, and he spun you around until you were facing him.  He had a red spot on his cheekbone that you suspected would be a bruise by morning, his hair was a mess, and he had that dangerous glint in his eyes that, any other time, would have turned you on immediately.

“Fuck’s sakes, what’s your problem?” he asked angrily.  He dug his fingers into the soft meat of your upper arm, and you winced and tried to pull away from him.

“What the fuck do you care?” you snapped back.  

“I care when my woman is at my club, letting any fucking asshole who wants to grind all over her,” he snarled.  

“Your woman?” you laughed.  You sounded crazy and knew it, but the alcohol and the electricity of the coming storm made you feel a little mad.  “Is that what I am?”

He nodded and started to reply, but you cut him off.  You let the madness take over.

“If I’m your woman, then why is some other woman sitting on your lap, huh?  Why is that, Nevada?  I came to the club to surprise you, thought you might be lonely but you weren’t lonely, were you?  You don’t like seeing some stranger all over your girlfriend?  Join the fucking club.”  You felt his grip on your arm loosen, so you jerked away and stumbled backwards away from him.

“Cariño,” he started.  He held a hand out to you, gentle.  Like he was trying to calm you.

“Don’t.  Just…don’t, with the fucking pet names,” you said.  “I’m going home.  I should have just stayed home in the first place.”  You turned away and started marching towards your apartment, only staggering every few steps.

You could hear the click of his ridiculous snakeskin boots behind you, but he kept a respectable distance.  And he talked to you as he walked you home.

“That woman?  She’s the girlfriend of one of my rivals.  She came in to try and seduce me.  Didn’t know that I knew who she was when she walked through the door.”  You slowed your stride a bit, and Nevada pulled up beside you.  He laid a firm hand on your arm.  “You can’t believe that I’d actually risk losing you over someone like that.”

You shrugged lamely and kept walking.  Maybe what he was saying was true, but you were too drunk to logic it out, and the image of that woman in her scanty dress on his lap was still too fresh in your memory.

He followed you in silence to your apartment, but when you unlocked the front door, he charged in after you.  He was on you in a flash, turning you around to face him.  His mouth was on yours, his tongue plunging into you as his hands drifted down your hips and around to cup your ass.

He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours.  His eyes were deep green, and you felt as if he could see straight through you.  

“You don’t think you’re my woman?” he whispered in a low growl.  “You don’t think it tears me up to see you with another man?  To see you upset?”  His hands on your ass, he pulled you against him so that you could feel his erection, already straining against his jeans.  “You think someone else did this to me?  It’s you, you fucking crazy bitch.  You’re the one who drives me crazy.  You’re the one who makes me hard.”

He kept one hand on your ass, but let the other one drift up to cup your face.  His fingers tangled in your hair, and he pulled your face close to his.  “You’re my woman,” he growled, and it sent a pulse of pure electricity straight to your core.  “I’m gonna prove it to you.”

He gave you a bruising kiss, full of passion.  You opened your mouth to him and moaned at the taste of him – the lingering remains of some distant cigar, the rum he’d been drinking, and whatever made Nevada taste like…well, Nevada.  You probably would have stayed there all night, letting him fuck you against the bank of mailboxes in the lobby, but a peal of thunder rolled across the sky, startling you and making you pull away from him.

“C’mon,” he said, and he tugged you impatiently up the three flights of stairs to your apartment.  You were too drunk – on alcohol, on him – to unlock the door, so he made an impatient grunt and swiped your keys from you.  Before you knew it, he had the door opened, you pivoted inside, and the door slammed shut behind you.

You staggered a bit, dizzy from the booze and being spun around by Nevada, so you tried to reach down to ease your shoes off.  Your boyfriend gave you a lone second to accomplish your task before he growled again in impatience.  He reached down and scooped you up into his arms.  He carried you into your bedroom where he dumped you unceremoniously onto your bed.

You laid back, your head spinning, and watched him as he undressed.  First the leather coat, then the black button down, then the black undershirt.  The thunder sounded closer now, and you could hear the first spattering of rain against your bedroom windows.  Nevada undid his belt and dropped it on the floor.  The buckle hit with a thud, and you looked up into his eyes.  What you saw made you swallow hard.

“I should punish you,” he said in a menacing tone.  His emerald eyes were dark, and you could just make out his expression in the light from the street.  “I should make you suck my cock until tears are streaming down your face, messing up your pretty makeup.”

You ran the tip of your tongue over your lower lip, and you caught Nevada’s narrowed gaze seeing you do it.  “How’s that punishment?” you asked as innocently as you could.

He let out a surprised huff and unbuttoned his pants.  He pushed them and his underwear down in one motion, leaving him completely naked except for the giant gold cross he wore.

“That the fucking problem with you,” he said as he knelt at the bottom of the bed and crawled over you.  “I can’t find a way to punish you.”  He hovered over you, his mouth ghosting over yours, but every time you tried to kiss him, he pulled back with an evil smirk.

The storm was howling outside now, lashing rain across your windows.  Thunder boomed every minute or so, and streaks of lightning illuminated the room in white-blue light that seared in your retinas.  In the morning, you’d blame the alcohol, but you knew it was the storm that made you bolder than you usually were with Nevada.

“I think you’re the one that needs punished,” you replied.  You tried to make your voice as cold as possible, and you stared him down.  His eyes widened a fraction, and you could see his pupils dilate at your words.  It gave you confidence, so you reached up and laid both palms on his bare chest and pushed him off of you with a hard shove.

Before he could react, you were straddling him.  You were still fully clothed – or mostly.  As you lowered your dripping core against him, dragging yourself lightly over his erection, Nevada’s eyes widened even more before he groaned.  He tried to place his hands on your hips to drive you down onto him, but you slapped them away, hard.

“No, no, no,” you chided in a sing-song voice.  “You’ve been a very bad man and don’t deserve that.”  You ground your bare cunt against him as you told him all the things he didn’t deserve, all the things you had planned on doing to him that night before you caught him with another woman on his lap.

You knew he was stronger than you and could easily unseat you, but judging from the dark look on his face and the pulsing of his cock against you, Nevada was obviously into this new game you were playing.  

“I even wore my red dress that you like so much,” you continued with a pout.  “And I matched my lipstick so that when I went down on you, it’d mark you with your favorite color.  But now…”  You dragged yourself over him until the tip of his cock was dangerously close to your entrance, and you watched him take a shuddering breath.  Then you pulled away and smirked at his groan of frustration.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped.  “Lo siento.”  You picked up the speed of your grinding against him, and you smiled to hear the babbling of Spanish that was spilling from his lips.  You only understood a fraction of it, but you got the idea.  He was sorry, he needed you.

You stopped grinding against him and leaned forward, pressing your clothed breasts against his bare chest.  You kissed him very gently, barely brushing his lips with your own, before you shifted enough to whisper in his ear.

“I’m your woman,” you hissed.  “No one else.”  You heard him breath out an affirmative, so you pulled his earlobe into your mouth and bit him lightly until he groaned.  Then you sat back up against him, relishing the feel of his straining cock pressed against you.  You reached one hand up and grasped his stubbled jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Ramirez, because I want to get off.”  He nodded eagerly and started to say something, but you pressed your forefinger across his lips.

“I’m still mad at you, so I’m not going to look at you while I fuck you.  I’m going to use you, and you will not come until I do.  Is that clear?”  He nodded again, a bit disappointed this time.  You knew how much Nevada liked watching you orgasm – he always preferred positions where he could watch your face, watch you come undone underneath him or on top of him.  

But tonight wasn’t about him, so you raised yourself off of him and turned around.  You grasped his cock, hot in your palm, and guided it against your entrance.  Then, with your back turned to him and still fully clothed in your dress, you lowered yourself onto him until you were sitting flush against his hipbones, his cock fully sheathed in you.

You heard him groan behind you, heard the muttered Spanish again, but you ignored him.  This was about you.  You sat still for a moment, getting used to the fullness of him and the new angle.  You rocked against him, going slowly, and you could feel a whole host of emotions radiating from him behind you – frustration, regret, excitement.

You picked up the pace, raising yourself off of him a fraction before sinking back down onto him.  It felt amazing, but without the usual stimulation to your clit, you weren’t sure how long it was going to take for you – and you knew Nevada wouldn’t last forever.

You started to reach down to take care of it but then a thought occurred to you.  You turned your head over your shoulder and saw Nevada staring back at you, the strain evident on his face.  

“Raise your leg up,” you ordered him, and you slapped the side of his thigh for good measure.  He bent his leg at the knee and planted his foot on the bed.  You pushed his other leg out and then adjusted yourself so that you were straddling his thigh and impaled on his cock.

You took a few experimental thrusts, raising and lowering yourself slowly against him.  His thigh, nestled between your legs, gave you just enough friction on your clit, and you picked up the pace until you were riding him steadily and with purpose.  

You could feel the tension in his thigh – the muscle was like a rock underneath you, and you knew he was struggling to wait for you.  The thought made you grind against him harder, and you relished the heat that was pooling low in your belly.  The storm was in full force now, the thunder and pounding rain drowning out your panting and his.  You fucked him hard, driving yourself down onto his cock until it reached the point where it almost hurt, and you swiveled your hips against his leg to grind your clit against him.  

You felt his hands come to rest on your hips, but he wasn’t steering you or driving you down onto him.  He just wanted to touch more of you, and that realization is what made the heat in your belly erupt.  You sank down onto him one last time and then stayed there, not moving, as your orgasm washed over you.  The lightning flashes were seared on the backs of your eyelids, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your mind go blank.  You arched yourself against his thigh again, and you felt your sheath squeezing his cock.  He gave a groan behind you and couldn’t resist pressing himself into you an extra fraction as he came, spilling himself deep into you.  

The storm continued, and you let yourself recover, slumped and steadying yourself against his leg.  Finally, he worked himself up into a sitting position and helped you dismount.  You felt exhausted, and you had that limp, wrung-out feeling that you got after good sex.  The feeling where you knew you’d sleep like a rock and wake up famished and a little achy between your legs.  The best feeling, really.

Nevada didn’t say anything.  He reached behind you and unzipped your dress, easing it over your head and tossing it to the floor.  Then he laid you down on the bed beside him and yanked the covers up over both of you.  He hooked an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest.

For a long while, there was no sounds other than the rain outside and Nevada’s heartbeat against your ear.  You ran your hands idly over his chest and belly, enjoy the feeling of his warm skin against your palms.  He stroked your head for a bit before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You are mine, you know,” he muttered in the darkness.  “No one else.”

That was probably the closest you were ever going to get to a declaration of love, so you sighed and said, “I know.”

There was a beat, and then he continued.  “But if you ever feel like you need to remind me…”

You smiled and raised yourself up to look at him.  He had a sheepish grin on his face.

“That can be arranged,” you replied.  You kissed him softly on his mouth, and then you nestled back against him.

“Thank you, mi amor,” he whispered.  You were half asleep and almost missed it, but you didn’t.  Mi amor.  

You’d have to punish him more often.

[adarafaelbarba]

Pairing: Nevada Ramirez x reader (Trouble in the Heights)

Square: “I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?»

Bingo: kattsbdaybingo2022 by @storiesofsvu

Day one

WC: 335

«Dumbass!» You were glaring at your boyfriend through the mirror as he cleaned a fresh wound.

«What was that princess?» It was dangerous to cross him, but he almost sounded amused through his annoyance and gritted teeth.

«You fucking heard me Vada! You fucking dumbass! I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?!» It was true. He had said that, and then he got stabbed.

It wasn’t that he had actively gotten out of the way to get stabbed. At least you hoped it wasn’t, cause that would be even dumber. No, he had done it because of you. Stepping in between you and someone out to teach you a lesson whatever the fuck that meant.

«Maybe I’ll let you take the blade next time then», he said, rollin his eyes as he applied the compress over the wound. Nevada was surprisingly good at tending to wounds, which only made you wonder how many times he had done it before. But you didn’t ask, not sure if you wanted to know the answer. «I can’t recall me protecting you as a dangerous stunt though...so forgive me for saving you.»

God you wanted to punch him in the face, but you also wanted to kiss him. And right now you leant more on the latter, so you simply made your way over to him and pulled at him to turn before kissing him desperately, putting all your worry, love and gratitude into the kiss. «If you ever get hurt again I’ll kill you myself Nevada, got it?»

«Yes, amor, I’ll let you get stabbed the next time.»

You hit him then, calling him an asshole before walking away from him. Doing that to him was threading a thin line, and part of you was happy he was injured, so he couldn’t punish you, yet. But another part knew the punishment would be much worse the longer he got to plan it. And boy would you live to regret the hit when he was finally healed.

[tinyboxxtink]

Touch list: How about touching Vada or Rafa when you’re afraid?

For this one I'm gonna do some head canons, for both of them.

For Nevada:

You're used to being in "less than safe" situations being with Vada for as long as you have, but there are still times that still frighten you.

Usually, it's in fear for him.

He doesn't like you to be around his 'colleagues'.

He tries to keep you out of "business meetings", but when you insist, he makes sure you're standing behind him the entire time.

If a 'client' starts getting agitated with Vada, you'll run your fingers along the back of his neck and stare down the person, as if you're warning them about something.

It's really about the same as a little dog barking like it's a huge dog, when really, it's terrified inside.

Vada can tell you're getting nervous when he feels those nails. Your perfectly manicured acrylic nails being beaten down by the clacking against his leather jacket.

He'll take the hand off the back of his neck and hold it for a moment, before taking it to his lips and pressing a sweet kiss on the front of your palm.

Sometimes the client will make a surprised look at the sweet gesture; Nevada Ramirez is not known for his comforting nature.

Nevada will quickly jump on them for staring at his 'Reina' [queen], and they'll back off almost instantly.

After the meeting and after his clients have left, he'll fully drop his 'tough guy' act and make sure you are alright.

He'll bring you around the chair and pull you into his lap while kissing you softly.

He always tells you not to worry about him, and you always remind him that you will worry about him and there's nothing he can do about it.

"Bueno", he'll say. "It's kinda nice having an ángel de la guarda while I deal with these cabeza de mierda."

For Rafael:

Your "fear" with him is usually just anxiety.

And it's usually when you're forced to attend big fancy galas and dinners.

You always feel like you're an imposter in the room.

Every other wife or significant other there always seem so glamorous, so put together.

Walking into a huge ballroom or banquet hall is always intimidating, no matter how many charity events, balls, and other elitist events you're forced to attend.

Your hand will instantly grip the back of Rafael's shoulder, like a child clinging to its parent so as not to get lost in a crowd.

He'll take it off and rub the back of your head with his thumb, kissing the back of your hand and giving you his sweet smile.

You'll both make the rounds, mostly just waving and nodding to other guests.

If Rafael gets pulled into a conversation with a fellow lawyer, you'll soon get anxious as you just have to stand there like a plant.

This is especially distressing when he gets into a heated debate with a congressman or the like.

You'll start to fidget with your fingers or run them along the sides of his tuxedo jacket.

Once he notices this, he'll either concede to the argument or make up an excuse to exit the situation, while taking your hand in his and walking away.

He'll then take the other hand and hold them both in his hands as he gives you a beaming smile.

"Thank you for putting up with these horrible things mi amor, I don't deserve you,"

You remind him that the feeling is mutual, and that you'll always be by his side as long as he makes you feel as safe as he does.

He promises to always uphold that deal, and then proposes to take you home where you both can get out of these "costumes"

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[sej2020]

Pequena

Masterlist

Chapter’s:

1) The Incident

2) Business Opportunity

3) Being Searched At School

4) The First Time You Take A Life

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Law and Order: SVU and Trouble in the Heights Ficlet (2)

Warnings: mentions of injury, fire, shooting, guns, period typical religious attitudes, putting a child up for adoption, and Nevada being slightly softer for his detective.

Spanish translations:

Deberías escucharlo. - You should listen to him.

Mamí - Mum.

“I brought you that case so you could solve it not the other detective.  How did you manage to get yourself benched?”

You took one look at Nevada in your apartment and pivoted on your heel, “You remember how I said we don’t always get what we want?  Find someone else to do the planning next time.”

A second man stepped into your path and blocked the doorway, “Deberías escucharlo.”  He pulled his jacket to the side to reveal a gun holstered in his pants.

“That would make a great headline,” you commented sarcastically.  “Cop shot dead in her own apartment.”

“No one is shooting anyone,” Nevada waved off your remark.

You faced him, “I plan to watch a double movie feature since I have nothing else to do tonight.  Unless you want to stay and watch me bawl my eyes out…”

Nevada was out of the chair that he was occupying in a flash.  You snorted as the door clicked shut behind his second man.  After making sure that it was locked, you found Charlotte’s Web, put the DVD in the player and pressed play before curling up on your couch.

Charlotte’s Web had almost finished when you heard a knock on your door.  Putting the tissue box on the table, you approached your door.  The sight that greeted you had a chuckle escaping your lips and you hurried to unlock the door.

On the other side of the door stood Rafael with a stuffed lion.

“We closed the case,” he said, holding out the lion. “The gift is from Liv, but I asked if I could deliver it.”

You accepted the animal from Rafael, “You don’t seem surprised at Liv’s gift.”  The ADA stated.

“She’s not one to give alcohol as a present and flowers aren’t exactly ideal either.  She’s done this once before.  We were working a case and the suspect distracted her.  The building went up in flames while I was collecting information from the computer.  I had to dive out of the window and I ended up with some nasty scrapes.  Liv was so apologetic that she went to the nearest carnival and won the biggest giraffe that I’ve ever seen for me.”

“May I come in?”

“Right.  Sorry.”  You stepped to the side and Rafael entered your apartment.

“Cosy.”  He observed. 

“You didn’t come here just to deliver the gift, did you?”

Rafael shook his head, “I came here because our situations are similar.”  He sat down heavily on your couch and you copied him, putting the lion next to you on the floor and the blanket on the top of the lounge.

“When my parents immigrated from Cuba, my mamí was pregnant.  They weren’t able to raise the baby but being Catholic, they…there were no other options.  Mamí gave the baby up for adoption.  Three years later, she was pregnant with me.  Things weren’t stable but they were better.”

“Nevada is your brother.  How did you find out?”

Rafael glanced at you from the corner of his eye.  “When my father died, mamí was a wreck.  I was sorting through his things and that’s when I found the birth certificate and the letters that he had sent her.  The last letter he sent her was when I was nineteen and in college.”

“Our families do not define us.  What defines us are our choices and our actions.”

Rafael managed a small smile.

“I’m surprised at how quickly the case was solved.”

“That’s not the only surprising part.  The mole handed himself into the 16th precinct.  He gave a full confession, told Liv where to find the bug under Carmen’s desk,” you winced at that – Carmen didn’t need that added stress “and begged to be sent to a prison four states over.”

“Did you consider-”

“That Nevada had a hand in the sudden appearance of the mole?”  Rafael finished your thought.  “The thought crossed my mind.”

“But since there was no evidence to prove it…” You trailed off.

“Right again.”

“What if the mole was part of Nevada’s crew from the beginning?  That would mean that he set the whole thing up!  But, why?  What did he hope to gain?  Did he think that I would react the same way that Uncle Norman would have, with violence?  No, that doesn’t fit.  Nevada strolled into the precinct as if he knew everything about it and everyone.  He wouldn’t have done that if it meant placing himself in any kind of danger.  He has to know how erratic Uncle Norman’s behaviour could be.  I do.”

“Don’t go there.”

“What?”

“I know what you’re thinking.  Don’t think like that.”

“What if-”

“No.”  Rafael pressed play on the remote and placed the box of tissues in your lap as the movie continued.

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[melk917]

Updated! Wild, I know.

What's Your Fantasy Bingo Masterlist

Below you will find the masterlist for all my fills for my What's Your Fantasy bingo. Check out the #melk917fantasybingo for these and other fills!

You can find the full soundtrack for the bingo here. (Including many upcoming....) Each song pairing is in parentheses next to the fic.

Rafael Barba

When No One is Around You, Say Baby, I Love You - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Tu Vecina - Maluma)

Table Top or Give Me a Lap Dance - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Envolver - Anitta)

We can do it in the pouring rain - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones)

+ more upcoming

Paul Mendelson

More Than Chocolate - Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader (Chocolate - Maluma)

You Can Scratch My Back and Rule Me - Paul Mendelson x f!Reader (Hrs and Hrs - Muni Long)

Whipped Cream with Cherries and Strawberries on Top - Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader (34 + 35 Remix - Ariana Grande, Doja Cat, Megan Thee Stallion)

+ more upcoming

Nevada Ramirez

Sauna, Jacuzzi, the Back Row at the Movie - Nevada Ramirez x gn!Reader(Closer - Nine Inch Nails)

+ more upcoming

Jackson Neill

Upcoming

[storiesofsvu]

Stuffed

Nevada Ramirez x fem!reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, butt plugs, smut, anal, rough sex, dirty talk, slight degredation. Covers the “Anal” square of @thatesqcrush’s kink bingo.

Nevada left you alone as soon as you got to the club, he knew you and your friends had more than enough reasons to celebrate. More so, he knew that your ass was safely stuffed with his plug, and that his promise was probably ringing in your ears. He made his way up to the balcony that overlooked the dance floor, keeping an eye on you as you flitted throughout the crowd. Your silver dress sparkled in the night, it was more than easy enough to spot in the strobing lights.

His men knew you, you had an ongoing bar tab, that you were more than willing to use, he watched you dance around with your friends. The way you tossed back shots one after another, the gleeful smile on your cheeks echoing through the room as you moved back to the dance floor. Nevada watched from the balcony as you had the time of your life, grinding your hips against whomever happened to be dancing around you. Watching the way you threw your head back, laughing at whatever you friend had said.

You finally made your way up to the bar, asking this time for a glass of water alongside the round of shots you ordered. You weren’t totally surprised when the bartender said you were wanted upstairs, guiding you to the set of the stairs and nodding that you could go up.

Surprisingly Nevada wasn’t in the lounge, you were offered a fresh drink and told he was waiting for you in the office.

“You pull me from having fun to watch you do boring paperwork?” You pouted from the doorway.

“Oh Princesa…I pulled you from having fun so I could fill that pretty ass of yours with my cum.”

“You gonna talk about it, or are you gonna do it.”

Nevada let out a dark laugh, pushing his chair back from his desk.

“Just for that you’re not allowed to come.” He growled, harshly tugging you to him, his lips heading straight to your neck, teeth digging into your skin, knowing that it would turn you on just as much.

His hands grabbed at your hips, swiftly turning you around to face the desk and shoving your torso over it. Nevada propped a foot between your spread legs, making sure you were unable to close them, unable to squeeze your thighs together to get some relief before he rucked up your dress, baring your ass cheeks and the glittering plug to him. You let out a groan when his palm collided with your supple cheek, pushing you further into the desk.

The moan turned into a whimper as his fingers wrapped around the base of the plug, gently easing it from you until just the tip was left in, before beginning to fuck you with it. Your hands clutched at the wood of the desk, whines leaving your lips as you begged for more. Nevada chuckled, pulling the plug completely from you as his free hand reached into a drawer of the desk.

“Look at that pretty ass….all stretched out for me…you’re such a good little whore when you want to be.”

“Only for you Vada…” you whined in response, listening to the clink of his belt as he undid it, pulling his length out of his pants. You heard the cap of the lube click open, gasping at the cold of the liquid hitting your ass, Nevada coated his his cock with it, spreading it around your stretched hole. You groaned when his fingers shoved the lube into you, fingering you, your hips pushing back onto his hand.

“So fucking needy already.” He laughed, “you want my cock?”

“Please Vada!” You whined out a bag, “please fill my ass with your fat cock.”

Nevada wasted no time, he knew you’d been warmed up for hours by now anyways, his hand wrapped around his dick, guiding the tip of it into you before plunging into you ass. You gasped loudly, a high pitched grunt escaping you at the feel of being so fucking full so suddenly. His hands clenched around your hips, his own relentlessly pounding into you.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Fill me up!” Your moans filled the office as his cock dragged against your walls, it didn’t even matter that he refused to touch you otherwise, this was enough to have you quivering beneath him.

“Louder.” He grunted, “let them all know who’s whore you are.”

“Fuck!” You swore as he plunged into you even hard, “Vada! Yes! More, please more!” His hand came down, spanking at your cheek as he continued to fuck into you heavily. You were already completely wrecked out on his desk, he could feel the heat and wetness dripping from your pussy as his balls slapped into you with each thrust.

“Always take it so good.” He muttered, grunting heavily as he felt his cock twitch within you.

“Fill me up! Please!” Your moans filled his office as he pounded into you, your moans turning into whimpers and whines as you clawed at the desk, your eyes screwed shut as his thrusts became more sporadic, stuttering against you.

“Fuck.” He swore loudly, his cock stilling inside you as his cum shot into you, filling you completely. You groaned out at the feeling and he chuckled at the sight of some of it leaking out around his cock. He shallowly pulled out of you, watching as he fucked the cum back into you, laughing darkly. You heard a clinking nose as he picked up the plug again before pulling completely out of you. You let out a little whimper at the loss, but gasped when he shoved the plug back into you, keeping his cum deep inside of you.

“Fuck…” you moaned.

He swatted at your ass again, wiping at the drops of lube and cum that decorated it with a napkin before pulling your dress back down over your body and tugging you up to standing.

“Go have fun with your friends.” He smirked, pressing a heated kiss to your lips, “but don’t you dare take that out, I want you stuffed with my cum until you’re home tonight. And then? If you’ve behaved maybe I’ll let you come.”

“Yes Vada.” You panted and he smirked, nipping at your lip,

“Well, I’m sure your friends are wondering where you were, can’t keep them waiting.”

Nodding, you whimpered when he spanks at your ass, nudging the plug deeper into you as you teetered your way out of his office on unsteady feet. As long as you were good, you knew that he would reward you once you were home for the night and that was all you wanted right now.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Burn

This was requested by the lovely @madamsnape921 who asked for this,

<Smut prompts: Can I get 1 and 100 with the Raúl character of your choice?>

1: “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up” & 100: “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you”

Thanks so much for requesting this. Hope you like it xx

Warnings: Smut.

WC: 578

Enjoy x

You were on the edge of Neveda’s desk, your panties in his back jeans pocket, your black skirt bunched up at the waist, your button down undone exposing your pink silk bra and he balls deep thrusting into you. You were sure that this was not part of your ivy league education and up bringing, but bad boy Neveda, King of the Heights was just what you needed to break up your boring in routine life.

Neveda’s jeans were pushed down enough to free is hard cock, and his lips and scurf were all over your skin. You screamed his name loud as you came hard, your hands in his hair tugging on him and his lips were latched on your collar bone, his teeth digging into it slightly as he came grunting into your skin.

Neveda gave you a quick deep kiss, pulling out of you and fixing himself up, zipping his dark jeans back up, fixing his button down and putting his black jacket back on, all while you got down off the desk, pushing your skirt back down after he handed you back your panties, doing up your shirt buttons and tucking it back into your skirt. You walked into the bathroom that led off his office.

You turned on the light and walked to the mirror giving yourself the once over. Your eyes blew wide and you undone a couple of buttons, pulling your shirt open, seeing the multiple love bites and scurf burn that covered your chest and neck,

“For fuck sake” you muttered under your breath.

You turned back opening the bathroom door and rushing back into the office space, Neveda sitting at his desk looking down at his phone. You stood looking down at him with your hands on your hips, narrowing your eyes at him and you cleared your throat. Neveda’s eye shot up meeting yours, frowning,

“What’s your problem?” he sat back in his chair.

“What’s my problem?” you repeated, pulling your shirt open to your red and purple marked chest.

Neveda’s eyes ran down to your chest, and a smirk pulled to his face,

“That’s your problem?” he nodded towards your chest “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up”

“Neveda” you snarled.

Neveda smirked at you getting up off his chair and making his way over to you, his hand going to run over your ass cheek giving it a slight slap,

“Don’t be like that. Its better your marked up like this”

“How do you work that out?” you raised an eye brow at him.

Neveda grabbed your ring less left hand lifting it up to your face,

“Because you don’t wear the ring. If your marked like this, none of those suits will try and make a move. Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you”

“I don’t want anyone else to touch you, yet here we are. I’ll wear mine when you were yours” you scoffed playfully.

Neveda laughed devilishly, his grip on your ass tightening,

“You and I both know, your mouth and pussy is the only place this cock goes. It’s bad for business if I have it on” he winked at you.

“It’s bad for my business to. And you know, you are the only leather wearing king I let fuck me in their office”

“Cause suits aren’t your thing” Neveda looked at you with a grin.

“You’re lucky I love you”

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[tropes-and-tales-archives]

Nevada Ramirez:  A King’s Ransom Masterlist

(Everything marked with an asterisk (*) should be considered 18+ only)

(Featuring Nevada Ramirez and F!Reader)

° Part One *

° Part Two *

° Part Three

° Part Four *

° Part Five *

° Part Six *

° Part Seven *

° Part Eight *

° Part Nine *

° Part Ten *

° Part Eleven *

° Part Twelve *

° Part Thirteen *

° Part Fourteen *

° Part Fifteen *

[adarafaelbarba]

Masterlist

* - Requested / Only on request ** - Self indulgent

~~~

Law and Order SVU

- Sonny Carisi

- Rafael Barba

- Mike Dodds

- Nick Amaro

- Kat Tamin

- Peter Stone

~~~

Raúl Esparza Characters

- Frederick Chilton

- Bryan Kneef

- Nevada Ramirez

- Jackson Neill

- Jonas Nightingale

~~~

Chicago PD

- Jay Halstead

- Antonio Dawson

- Adam Ruzek

~~~

Chicago Fire

- Matt Casey

- Kelly Severide

~~~

Marvel Cinematic Universe

- Everett Ross**

~~~

Mayans MC

- Angel Reyes

~~~

A Discovery of Witches

- Marcus Whitmore 🎭

- Philippe De Clermont 🌹

~~~

Doctor Who*

- Ninth Doctor

- Tenth Doctor

~~~

Les Misérables**

- Enjolras x Éponine x Grantaire

- Combeferre

~~~

Kingsman

- Charlie Hesketh

- Merlin

~~~

The Originals*

- Elijah Mikaelson

~~~

Harry Potter*

- Marauders + Lily Evans + reader

- James Potter x reader

[tinyboxxtink]

Can you do nevada x reader with a breeding kink?! Like, not necissarily a “lets have a kid” smut but a “imma make you mine, fill you up” kinda thing? Cause vada isnt the kid type..👀🔥

Alright I decided to hit two birds with one stone.

Answering this ask AND hitting a square on @storiesofsvu bingo!

"You're mine...and I don't share,"

This one was kinda fun, you're right you don't see a lot of "Papa Vada". 😂

[Some naughty bits under the cut.]

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You and your boyfriend Nevada Ramirez were getting into it pretty hot and heavily on his huge leather couch. He was practically skipping when he had gotten home that night; something about a huge deal “between the families” being made, lots of money, you had pretty much learned to tune him out by now. All you knew was that he came home happy, and that always meant good things for you.

So now here you were, practically gnawing a hole into Vada’s neck while he undid your bra, cupping your breasts and immediately sticking one in his mouth as soon as they were free. You let out a moan of pleasure as you felt his long digits now running up your thighs, sticking one inside you under your panties. You two were so in sync it was like a dance. Each of you knew what step came next; and you were reaching the crescendo. 

Nevada picked you up never letting up from suckling on your breasts and rubbing your clit with one of his thumbs. However once you reached the bedroom, he tossed you like a rag doll onto his silk sheets while he feverishly ripped off his pants. You expected him to go into his little beside drawer before leaping back onto you, but he didn’t. 

“Whoa whoa whoa there, papi,” you put a hand up. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” 

“Que?” He asked more in aggression than an actual question. “The fuck are you on about, mujer?” 

“A condom, Vada,” you nodded to the drawer. 

“Oh, si,” Vada nodded softly himself, now looking a little nervous. 

“...You forgot to buy more, didn’t you?” You tried not to sound angry, but you were already starting to finish yourself to avoid the painful twinges of edging. 

“No, I have some I just thought—” He finally looked at you with a mischievous grin. “What if we don’t use one?”

“Are you– are you fucking serious?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the notion. Nevada Ramirez, the most cautious and paranoid lover you had ever been with, wanted to suddenly ride bareback?

“Si, what’s funny about that?” he asked in a quickly rising annoyed tone. 

“Vada you did take biology in school, right?” You tried stifling your laughter.

“Yes Y/N I fucking know what happens when a man and woman have a ‘special hug’,” Nevada rolled his eyes, trying to control his anger. “So?”

“So?” your laughter completely ceased at the question. You looked at him very seriously, searching his eyes for some sincerity, or explanation.

“You…do you wanna have a kid?” you asked him waringly.

“No!” Nevada waved his hands in a giant X sign. “Not right now. Not ever, maybe,” 

“Okay baby I really don’t think now is the time for the ‘family planning’ talk,” you tried playing it off with a laugh, but he was really starting to freak you out. 

“You’re on the pill, aren’t you?” he asked.

“.... Yeah?” You replied. 

“So? That’s a safety net, yes?” He made a point. 

“Well yeah, but–” you started to protest but he put a finger over your lips. 

“I just want to fill you up inside one time, mi vida,” he stroked your hair very softly. He was good with the manipulating; the puppy dog eyes and the pout making their appearances next.

“You’re such a sweet talker, Vada,” you rolled your eyes. 

“I wanna know some of me is inside of you, Y/N,” He kept his serious but soft register. “Because you’re mine…and I don’t share,”

“I’m sorry, do you think I’m 'sharing' myself with anyone else, pendejo?” You smacked his hand away in anger. 

“No!” He grabbed your hands and returned you to his side. 

“No, I just…fuck, I really suck at this,” He looked down and away from you, clearly arguing with himself.

“At what?” You raised an eyebrow while trying to read his mind. 

“At…this,” he gestured between the two of you. “I’ve never had a…girl, who stays around all the time,” 

“A girlfriend?” You snorted. “Vada you’ve had plenty of girlfriends, don’t even try–”

“No, no es novia,” he interrupted you. “A girl who stays…ALL the time,” 

You studied his face very closely, trying to piece together what he was obviously having a meltdown trying to communicate. Then it dawned on you. 

“...A wife?” you asked softly, making his inner monologue seemed to cease. He looked up at you, unable to reply.

“Do you think you have to get me pregnant to marry you, Nevada?” You asked him in a somewhat defensive tone. “Do you think you have to ‘trap’ me into a marriage with you?” 

“No! I don’t….quien sabe,” He sighed, now looking at the floor. 

You waited several seconds trying to process what was happening before you. Nevada Ramriez, the scariest drug lord in New York, hell maybe the United States, was scared that you wouldn’t want to marry him?

“Vada…” You picked up his chin with your thumb, looking into his emerald green eyes. “I’m never gonna leave you. Kid or no kid,” 

“Si? Realmente? Para siempre?” The words flew out his mouth rapidly as he tried to accept what you were saying. 

“Si, realmente, para siempre,” you repeated the words back to him in a teasing manner before pulling him into a kiss. 

“I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me, papi,” you pressed your forehead against his before kissing him once more.

“Bueno,” Vada smiled into your mouth before you pulled away.

“But…the you ‘filling me’ thing still sounds pretty hot,” You bit your lip with a wicked smile. 

“Muy bueno,” He growled lustfully before pulling your now naked body on top of him to resume your naughty shenanigans. 

You could always buy Plan B in the morning.