#detective nick amaro x reader

[kryptonitejelly]

nick amaro x reader // law and order SVU

yes, we are going there - what have i done 😭 no plot, really. just a moment.

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The last thing Nick had expected to find when walking back into the SVU bullpen was you; and yet, here he was, eyes fixed on you as his strides quickened. He notices Fin’s smirk that finds itself aimed his way as he weaves his way between Amanda and Liv to get to you, but he ignores it.

He lets his gaze drag itself over your form, head down on his desk, the lamp on his desk casting a soft glow around your features; the extra suit jacket he leaves hanging on the back of his chair draped over your shoulders. You have a laptop open in front of you, a case file and note pad within reach, all topped off by an uncapped pen lying caged between your curled fingers. He sees the pair of heels which you had shed, one standing, one lying on its side peeking out from under his desk. A dip of his gaze reveals the deep green of the dress which you had on, one of his favourite dresses on you - one that he knew you had worn in to work today in anticipation of Friday having supposed to be date night.

Nick slows his pace as he approaches you, content in the few seconds to allow himself to watch the gentle rise and fall of your shoulders. The sight stirs a mix of emotions in his chest - the swell of emotion that came rushing in whenever he set his eyes on you, and a heavy tinge of guilt. Guilt that he had to cancel the first date night you both had managed to plan after weeks of clashing schedules, guilt that you taken it so well, and guilt that you had somehow found your way here, to the SVU bullpen so that you could both head home together.

Nick drops to a knee, bringing himself to eye level with your face. He raises his hand to cup the side of your face gently. His touch on your skin is light, soft, but it makes you stir immediately.

“Hey,” Nick’s voice grounds you as you let your mind grind to a start, your surroundings shifting into focus. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought we could go home together,” your lips furl up into a gentle smile, voice soft, your eyes, still hazy with sleep, locked onto Nick’s. You forget your bearings for a moment until you hear a cough from behind Nick as various footsteps shuffle into the bullpen. You straighten up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes, legs stretching out beneath you as you offer a wave to the rest of the team trudging in.

“An ADA slumming it at Amaro’s desk?” Fin muses, voice joking and light.

“What would Barba say,” Munch follows, expression deadpan.

“Unbecoming isn’t it?” Liv continues with a quirk of one end of her lip.

“What can I say,” you play along, “not all of us have Barba’s flair.”

“Clearly,” Amanda states, looking pointedly at Nick which earns a series of chuckles from the rest of the team and yourself.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nick waves a hand in the air dismissively, but his gaze doesn’t leave you. You tilt your body downward slightly, hands reaching for your discarded heels. Nick notices and he is back on a knee in one fluid motion.

“Nick,” you protest as he places a hand along your calf, his other propping your heel up, helping you back into your heels. You hazard a glance behind your boyfriend, only to find the rest of the team, tactfully busying themselves with their desks. “I’m not Cinderalla,” you state, but with no real protest as you let him guide your other heel back on.

“I’m not your Prince Charming?” He teases, not caring who else heard, giving your calf a gentle squeeze before winking at you and straightening back into a stand.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” you pull a face as you turn to gather your belongings, making quick work of shoving them into your bag with Nick’s help.

“Way to hurt a man,” he places a hand on his chest as you shrug his spare jacket off your shoulders; Nick takes it from you, hanging it back on his chair.

“She could hurt you more” Fin cuts in again with a sing-song voice. It makes you chuckle, as you catch a wink Amanda throws in your direction.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be Detective Tutuola,” Nick asks all while shrugging off the jacket on his shoulders to place it over yours, letting it hang off your frame. He flicks off the light switch on his desk and picks your bag up.

“If I say no, will you let me tag along?”

Your yes comes at the same time as Nick’s absolutely not, and it earns you another series of chuckles around the room.

“Don’t call me till Monday,” Nick calls out, while threading his fingers through yours as he starts to guide you towards the lift. You barely manage to call out a goodbye, before the lift doors shut on you both.

“I didn’t-” your protest is cut short by Nick’s lips on yours, his free hand circling your waist, going over the fabric of his jacket on your shoulders. You let yourself sink into the kiss, hand sliding up his shoulder and behind his neck as the lift descends to the parking garage.

“I’m sorry I had to cancel today,” he says, forehead resting against yours as he breaks the kiss. His eyes are closed, but you flicker yours open as you run your hand from the back of his neck to cup the side of his jaw.

“You have nothing to apologise for Detective Amaro,” you end with the professional term of address in attempt to diffuse some of the guilt you see in his eyes. “Work,” you continue with a light shrug - Nick was a victim of you cancelling on him as well, and you understood.

“I was really looking forward to tonight,” he says, still apologetic as he finally opens his eyes while leaning his face into your palm.

“I can think of a few ways you can spend the rest of the weekend making it up to me,” you say, dropping your voice to a lower, almost sultry tone as you lean into him, pressing the front of your body into his. Nick responds by pulling you in closer, his hand dipping down the hem of his jacket on your shoulders to slide down onto the curve of your ass.

“Take me home Detective Amaro,” you say as the lift door dings open.

“Your wish is my command,” Nick says in response, taking the opportunity to sear another quick kiss onto your lips before tugging you out of the lift.

[bullet-prooflove]

orgasm headcanon

With the SVU boys, please.

Terry Bruno - Tugging his hair, as soon you run your fingers through his hair and tug it just a little, it takes him 0 to 60 in a heartbeat. I imagine him on the couch with you straddling his lap fully clothed and the instant you do it, his hips jump and you're like ohhh....

Nick Amaro - Words of affirmation. Knowing that you're so desperate for him, that you need him and only him and I think would make him lose his mind. Stuff like, you're the only one who can do this to me, please I need more.

Joe Velasco - Praise - You tell him he's going a good job, or call him sweet boi, good boi anything like that, it makes him feel loved and treaured. I think Joe gets off on intimacy and part of that is feeling emotionally safe with his partner.

Mike Duarte - Vulnerability- I swear I think knowing that you are giving yourself to him wrecks Mike. Telling him how you feel exactly in the moment gets him off, knowing that he's the one that makes you feel loved, wanted or good about yourself. The fact you're putting yourself out there, gives him an emotional boner, which leads to a very satisfying orgasm.

[foryouthem00n]

“When You Get Home.”

It was a Friday night and you had just gotten off of work. You ended up getting take out and making your way to the precinct to bring Nick some food. You expected him to be there until late in the night again as the squad is working a currently dead end case. However, when you arrived in the squad room, nobody was there except for Nick. He had case files spread out on his desk, and his attention kept going back and forth from his computer to the files, occasionally writing things down on a notepad.

“Hard at work there, Detective?” You asked.

Nick jumped, not knowing that anyone was there. He was relieved to see that it was you.

“Oh, Y/N, hey.” He spoke.

“Hi, love. I brought you some dinner,” You told him, setting down a bag of food on his desk and then kissing his hair. “I didn’t know how late you’d be staying tonight.”

Nick stood up out of his chair, kissing your cheek. “You’re the best. Gracias.”

“How’s the case going?” You asked.

Nick sighed. “Not good. We’re at so many dead ends, I don’t even know how to go about solving them. Everybody else has given up.”

“Maybe you should take a break, babe. Clear your head a bit.” You suggested.

“I can’t, I need to get somewhere with this case if nobody else will.” Nick insisted.

“Okay,” You threw your hands up in surrender. “I guess I’ll leave you to it then. Make sure to eat, please. I love you.”

Before Nick could respond, you saw Cragen open his office door, standing in the doorway.

“Amaro, go home. Get some rest. We’ll get a fresh start in the morning.”

“But Captain I -“

“Go home.” Cragen repeated.

“I will, I just have to finish these notes.” Nick told Cragen.

Cragen raised his eyebrows at Nick before going back into his office, closing the door.

You knew that Nick wasn’t going to go home right away like Cragen told him to. In cases like these, Nick would never quit, no matter what. He just said that he would go home to appease Cragen.

As you were about to walk away for good, you stared at Nick, his head buried into paperwork yet again. You really wanted him to take a much needed break and come home. And you knew exactly what to do to make that happen.

You walked back over to Nick, rubbing his shoulders from behind his chair. He didn’t lose focus completely, but you could tell that he was enjoying the massage. He relaxed into his chair, humming in pleasure, while still trying to pay attention to his work.

After a while, you stopped kneading into Nick’s shoulders, but your hands remained in the same spot. You bent down to get closer to Nick, whispering in his ear.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” You smirked. “Just thought you’d like to know.”

Nick got goosebumps as he felt your breath in his ear. He turned around to look up at you, shock appearing on his face. He couldn’t believe that you would be so bold as to tease him like this at the precinct. Fortunately for him, nobody was around to see or hear it.

“Good luck on the case, Nicky. See you when you get home.” You called out, walking towards the exit.

Nick stared at you as you walked away from him, his head filled with thoughts of how you look under your pantsuit. The sound of your heels clicking further and further away brought his attention back to the fact that you were leaving. He quickly put all of the paperwork and case files away, grabbing his belongings and jogging after you.

Unfortunately for Nick, you were too far ahead of him and your car was already gone when he made it to the parking lot. He threw his things in the passenger seat of his car and made a beeline for your apartment. His only focus was getting home to you after the stunt you pulled on him.

When Nick arrived home, he went straight to the bedroom, knowing that you’d be there. While he had the right idea, you were actually in the en-suite bathroom, standing at the shower, in a satin robe, waiting for the water to heat up. Nick watched as you pulled the bun out from the top of your head, letting your hair fall down your back.

You turned around, knowing that Nick was standing in the doorway. You moved closer to him, untying your robe and letting it fall to the floor as you stood in front of Nick. He silently watched your every move, until you were close enough to touch.

“You care to join?” You asked, motioning to the shower.

Nick hungrily grabbed your face in response, kissing you while you helped him remove his clothes.

The two of you made way into the shower, still not breaking from the kiss. Nick pinned you up against the shower wall, water falling onto the both of you. He moved from your mouth downwards to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin.

“I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you walked into the squad room tonight.”

[railingsofsorrow]

5 hours apart

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: “I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.” “I don't want you to miss me. It's tearing me apart.” from this prompt list.

pairing: spencer reid x svu!detective!f!reader

w.c: 3.7K

warnings/content: long distance relationship; crying; sadness; discussions of a case related to kidnapping (brief); migraine; this o.s approaches healthy siblings dynamic and some childhood trauma, be aware; discussions about marriage; spencer does not beat the pipe cleaner allegations.

A/N: decided to do a crossover one shot between criminal minds and law and order: svu (my newest obsession)because I love both shows (and nick amaro has older brother vibes) and it fit pretty well. there's like a few Spanish terms that I used and please consider that I did Spanish in high school and had a few classes afterwards, forgive me if I made some misspellings.

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There are two missed calls on your phonescreen when you turn it on. The heavy load of paperwork you needed to finish plus the migraine that did not leave you alone forced you to turn your phone off during the daytime so you could concentrate on working. Amanda and Fin telling you to go home wasn't as effective as your boss ordering the exact same thing upon seeing your tired state. Thankfully, by the time he did that, you had already finished everything and you happily obliged.

The keychain clinking against the doorknob makes you drop your shoulders in relief. You aren't home but it's close enough. It's been a few months since you have stepped into your brother's place, but it's the same as you remember. Grey couch, the spotless kitchen island that you can see as soon as you walk in, the innumerous pictures of your brother and your niece scattered around the walls.

You throw your dark brown blazer on the loveseat across the room and sit on the couch unceremoniously, pressing play on the latest voice message.

“Hey... It's me. I called you before and it went straight to voicemail, I... I forgot to say something.” You snort, hair falling off of your ponytail as you let it loose down your shoulders. Never have you ever seen your boyfriend forget something. “I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I know I promised and I really wanted to go but the case, it was a serious one, they needed me.” The guilt in his voice breaks a part of you inside. “I-I'm sorry I let you down.” There's a beat, some voices in the background that you can't make out who it is because they're too far away. “I love you and I'll make it up to you, okay? Call me when you can, please.” And the message ends.

You only notice you start crying when a sob echoes through the room and the sound comes from you.

You were never mad at him. Deep down, you expected him to cancel on you because of a case, you knew you would if you were needed. Both if you are not the kind of people who let your people hanging, especially if the reason is work. And that's fine, when you started dating Spencer, that was the first thing you understood, as he did.

Being far away from him is what kills you. You manage to work long-distance. He visits you on his (rare) day-offs, you escape for a few days to Virginia. It works. It's how you do. But there are moments in which you just need him close and it's not like you can drive over to his apartment right away. 5 hours apart does that to a couple. It's not unbearable, but it's painful.

You miss him.

So you dial the number you know by heart, sniffling quietly on your bubble of loneliness in the empty apartment.

You don't know where he is, if he's home, if he's in a completely different timezone. You don't care.

It rings twice before his voice fills up the call. “Hi—Hey, angel.” He sounds frantic. You smile thinking he must have been waiting for your call.

“Hey, Spence,” you respond, folding your knees on the couch. “Are you home? I didn't text first to see if it was a good time to talk, sorry.”

“It's always a good time to talk to you.” He says without hesitantion. “I'm on the motel, packing.”

“Oh, so did the case end okay?”

You can feel the relief through his exhale. “Yes, we found the boy on time. He's finally back with his parents. Home.”

Your mouth twitches, “that's good.” And you make sure to add as you always do, “you saved a life today, I'm proud of you.”

His soft awkward chuckle causes a tearful grin out of you. You can practically see him blushing.

“Thank you. It was... It's a good feeling.”

“Are you happy?”

“Not really.”

You brows furrow slightly. “Why? Did something happen?”

“I miss you,” he says. “I am happy that we saved someone today, of course but... You know, the first person I wanted to tell it to was you. I just— I miss you. So much it hurts.”

You close your eyes as the tears slip one by one down your cheeks, you felt their salty taste. Your chest clenching as you stay silent for what feels like several minutes until Spencer's concerned tone breaks the silence.

“Angel?”

“Please don't miss me. It's tearing me apart.” Your request doesn't quite make sense but you don't have time to think it through before you say it. It just what comes out of your heart.

“Please, don't cry.”

You let out a tearful laugh, attempting to dry your tears foolishly.

“I'm always missing you, sweetheart. I'm sorry but that's inevitable.” He adds, sadly.

“It hurts so fucking much.”

Spencer clears his throat and you know he's either refraining from crying himself or trying to mask it.

“I know. I'm sorry.” He pauses. “I wish I was there.”

You shake your head even though he can't see it. “'s not your fault. It's your job, you can't help it.”

"I hate it that you're crying and I'm not there to comfort you."

"I'm fine," you whisper, sniffling. "Don't worry about me. Today was just... A shitty day, really."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You hum, fiddling with the soft fabric of the light green hand-knit throw blanket your brother always left on his couch. "Migraine." It's what you say and all he needs to know to wince in the other side of the line.

"Did you take something for it?" Spencer is aware of your frequent migraines and how much they bother you.

"Yeah, it's okay now." You reply even though there's a little painful pang in the back of your back right now.

"Maybe you should try to sleep a little. Did you know that sleeping seven hours every night impacts on your focus, body weight and immune system? Actually, adults aged from sixteen to sixty years should all get at least seven hours sleep every night, but that's almost never happens because of people's usual hectic work schedules-" He sucks in a breathe upon noticing he's rambling non-stop. You laugh and suddenly the harsh grip on your heart diminishes a little. His voice appeasing the momentary heartache you're going through.

"Says you. Who never sleeps, anyway. And work on caffeine 24/7."

"Hey," his tone has a tinge of amusement but he pretends to be offended. "I sleep."

"You do when I'm there. Cause I force you."

"Oh, you're so cruel to me, angel."

Your lips widen into a smirk. "That I am."

The conversation carries on for a while, until you figure out which time it is where he is and immediately orders him to go to sleep because he has an early flight to catch in the morning. He's reluctant, but he eventually lets it go because you need to sleep too and you will talk in the next day again.

Before he hangs up, he asks, the first time he hesitates in the call. "Uh, does- does your brother hate me?"

Your brain takes a few seconds to grasp what he's implying, until you remember what was supposed to happen this weekend. Spencer would come over to your place in New York to meet your brother.

You bite your lip, straightening your legs out on the ouch. "Yeah, about that..."

"He does, doesn't he? I don't blame him, I did screw up-"

"Wait, baby, that's not it. I... I actually didn't tell him." A pause, you curse under your breath. Now he must thing you didn't want him to come. "Spence?"

"Did I pressure to do something you didn't want? I should have asked you if you wanted meet to meet him, right? I think I kind of invited myself over and-"

"Stop." You cut him off. "No, Spencer. You didn't pressure me into anything. I want you two to meet, of course I do. You're one of the most important people to me, but I really forgot. I'm not making up an excuse."

"Alright, yeah. Okay." He says and you hear a door closing and wood creaking. He must be sitting on the bed.

"I love you." You receive the mental image of the scrunch of his nose and the smile he can't help whenever you drop the L bomb out of nowhere. "And you know he doesn't have to approve anything, right? Nick has no say in who I date or not."

"But he's your brother, he's important to you and I would meet him someday anyway because- I, well." Your body shakes with laughter and the phone almost drops from your hand.

"What, are you proposing now, genius? Through the phone, really?"

"Don't make fun of me." Spencer warns playfully.

You take a few seconds to process that he doesn't deny it. You said it as a joke but he didn't even deny it that he thinks about marrying you. God, your chest could combust.

"You think about it?" You ask, shifting your position to bring your knees to your chest. "Us? Someday?"

"You mean getting married to you? Yes. I do. We haven't discussed it yet, but... Yes, I do think about it."

"Mhm."

"Has it ever... crossed your mind?" He's reluctant, shy to ask even. You find it cute as everything Spencer Reid does. Marriage is something that never really crossed your mind, to be honest. You think is nice when people get married and show their love to their loved ones, but your parents' relationship carved a fear deep within your chest and your entire perception of love had to be relearned through the years they separated. One thing that you learned is that no person and no relationship is the same. It's not because your father broke your trust and destroyed a part of your and your brother's childhood that your future partners will do the same. It is easier said than done, but you're coming around to the idea.

"Not before you." You admit quietly.

"Oh."

“Yeah.” You ponder out loud. “It scares me a bit, that I consider spending the rest of my life by your side. Doesn't it scare you?”

“It does,” he replies. “But the idea is nice to think about.”

You smile, letting out a soft breath. “Yeah, it is nice.”

A male voice calls out for him in his end and you know he has to go. You had already taken up much of his time, anyway.

“They want to go to a bar nearby to celebrate.” Spencer explains to you, not sounding too thrilled about the idea.

You snicker, “go have fun, genius. You deserve it. Try to enjoy it even if this is not your usual idea for fun. I love you.”

“I love you more.” Spencer says and laughs at your groan of protest on the other side.

“We're not going to be one of those couples who never hang up because you love me more or no, I love you more, Spencer.”

“I just like to mess with you.” He admits with an edge of amusement to his tone. And damn you miss the smirk you know he's making right now.

“Yeah, I know. Now go, have fun. And have a safe flight tomorrow, text me when you land?”

“Of course, angel. Try to sleep a bit, you need the rest.”

You smile. “Sure. Bye, Spence.”

“Bye, angel.”

An hour or two goes by since your phone call with your boyfriend and manage to cook some dinner and then throw yourself back on the couch while a random show is played on TV. You end up falling asleep and wake up upon hearing the jiggling keys against the door of your brother's apartment, rubbing your eyes in your disoriented sleepy state. Checking your phone, the screen says 11p.m.

Nick stops midway from his way to the couch, where he was probably about to throw himself at. From his tired eyes and hunched over stance, you are able to tell how exhausted he is. “Why are you always here?” Nick throws himself on the floor instead, his head falling against your knees. The tone he used would make you slap him right behind his ear, if you weren't still with your mind in that phone call and a million miles away from New York. “I thought you rented an apartment. Or is it that you just miss me?”

“I don't miss you.” You mumble, voice muffled by the soft fabric of the blanket covering half of your face. “I see you every day, idiot. How can I miss you.”

Nick raises an arm towards your calf and you immediately kick his hand away before it can get to your feet. He chuckles, fluttering his eyes open for the first time since he got home. He glances up at you, who's glaring at him. His smile falls.

“What's wrong?”

You shrug, pulling your knees up to your chest and turning your head towards the TV. You weren't paying attention since the show started, you had no idea what is going on. “I cooked dinner. Left you a plate on the microwave. Go eat, I bet you didn't have a proper meal. You never do.”

“That's not true—”

“Eating burritos isn't a proper meal, Nick.” You groan as he tries to take another look at your face. “Stop it. I'm fine.”

“Yeah, I don't buy it. What happened?” If there's one thing your brother is, that thing is anxious. Nick is a worrier. And he's completely paranoid about knowing what's going on to find a solution before the time runs out. Even if there is no time to run out. He gently tips your chin up, frowning. “Why have you been cryin’?”

You turn your face away from his reach, sitting up on the couch. You take a moment to form your answer and he's anxiously waiting for it, coffee-brown eyes inspecting your matching ones.

You decide to go simple, but it's also the truth. “'s not a good day, that's all.”

He blinks and then the concern opens some space for understanding in his expression. And just like that, he figures out what's been making you upset. You don't doubt that he really knows, since your brother and you always understand each other with a look.

“D'you wanna talk about it?” His usual sarcastic tone gives place to a softer one. The one he uses in moments where his little sister needs her older brother.

You shrug, letting out a sigh before resting your head against the couch, eyes studying the ceiling. “It's nothing, I just... I miss Virginia, that's all.”

Nick hums, nodding. “You mean you miss the skinny kid from the FBI.”

A laugh bubbles out of you unexpectedly, you playfully shove his shoulder as he offers you an unimpressed look.

“Stop being mean to him.”

“Me?” Nick pulls himself up to the sofa, groaning when his joints complain as he stands up. “'m not being mean to anybody.”

“Okay, grandpa.”

“Hey,” he throws a pillow at you, narrowing his eyes threateningly. “you don't get to be mean to me.” You roll your eyes. There he goes playing the older card that just makes him look exactly like an elderly. “Why don't you take a few days off? I can't remember the last time you did that.” Before you can respond to that, he frowns, turning to you as if he just had thought of something. “Or why doesn't the skinny kid come and visit you? It's not that hard.”

“He was gonna to that this weekend.” His raised eyebrow makes you sigh and shake your head. “He had a case last minute, so he couldn't.”

He pauses, munching on his cheek. You question his thoughtful expression.

“What? No jokes now?”

“It's serious then? You and him.”

You blink at him, puzzled by the question. It wasn't what you expected. “W—yes. Why would you ask that?” He had walked up to the kitchen to grab a bite of whatever you had made him and you followed right behind.

“Nothin’,” he says, turning the microwave on and stepping towards the fridge to grab something to drink. “I just never saw you in a serious relationship.”

You pause.

Okay, you had a few flings in your life, it's not like your love life is messy, it is actually pretty simple. You and the people you've previously have relationships (or situationships) enjoyed having fun. You weren't looking for anything serious and when you were... well, your job got in the way. Until Spencer Reid. He's the unexpected occurrence that showed up during a local case to investigate a series of murders in the city of New York and both of your teams worked together. If someone told you before that you would get attached so quickly to someone and consider driving five hours just because you missed them then you would have laughed in their face.

Your brother might actually have a point. He had never seen you in a serious commitment before, he has, however, had the opportunity to try and scare off some of your partners — the ones he accidentally met, at least.

“I don't need to disclosure every aspect of my love life to you, Nicholas.”

You crossed your arms as the corner of his lips lift in a knowing smile. “Stand down, tiger. I just made an observation, no need to get defensive.”

“I'm not.” You say, shifting on your feet, suddenly self-conscious with the whole conversation. It's difficult to talk about someone so important to you to another someone that's important to you. You've never share much about your personal life and inner struggles with anybody, and that has everything to do with the man you call “father” in the biological sense. But Spencer managed to push through these walls and he didn't demeaned you because of your trauma, neither did he treated you as if you were made out of glass, that you could shatter at any given second. He understood you and you understood him, which is why love has always been within your reach in your relationship. It was only a matter of time.

“He's important to you, isn't he?” The microwave beeped but none of you move.

“Yes.” You utter, playing with the ring on your index finger. “I know we don't— we don't talk about these stuff...”

“We can if you want to—”

“No, it's not— That's not it. I mean. You're my brother and we have a good communication but I never felt the need to formally introduce anyone to you because you're family, Nick. You're my only family,” you finally look at him. “If it ever got to the point, one day, where it was worth it for me to do that, then I would. I just thought that I wasn't made for love, you know?”

You see him rushing to disagree with you and probably say you can't think like this and that is not true, so you intervene before, smiling.

“But I know that that is not true, alright? Porque le quiero y sé que él también.” His eyes soften at your claim and you feel like crying again because you miss Spencer and you wish he's there with you. “So yeah, it is serious. And the reason he was going to come visit me was to meet you properly.”

“What?”

“Yes. That was my reaction too.” A fond smile takes over your mouth. “He insisted he wanted to meet you because he knows how important you are to me.”

“Oh.” He is officially caught off guard and it makes you chuckle. That is a rare image you're seeing in front of you. No one catches Nick Amaro off guard. One point to Spencer, I guess. “Well, now I just have to meet this chico who stole my sister's heart.” He's back to his playful persona, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair, and you flip him off. “Let's see if he is all that you claim he is.”

“He's a good guy, asshole.” He hums, munching on his food. “You'll see,” you say with a small grin while you turn back to the living room to lay back on the couch.

“We'll see.” He mumbles from the kitchen, shaking his head when a thought crosses his mind. He can't believe you fell in love, he still sees you as an annoying toddler who wouldn't let him be at school while he was trying to impress his friends because you were too shy to make your own and would cling to him like a lifeline. In all honesty, Nick has always enjoyed your company, it makes him feel grounded. He cares about your well-being and tries to protect you from every bad thing you have to face, but he knows he can't. Sometimes, you gotta face things on your own. And, sometimes, you don't need your older brother to shield you from pain. It's hard for him to accept that, especially after what you both endured through your lives.

You're all grown up now and he has to stand down his overprotective side because you can handle things, he knows you do. Though he'll be there, in the corner, having your back as always. Because that's what brothers do.

Hopefully, this Spencer Reid will pass the test.

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[translation]

Porque le quiero y sé que él también. = because I love him and I know that he does too

chico = boy, kid

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taglist: @lilyviolets ; @whore-for-spencer-reid ; @yeonalie @ninkieminjaj ;

[urrockstar-xe]

detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader

posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am

this was what i did for my "based on my day" challenge (i spent it watching svu season 14 lmfao) its also my first time writing for nick amaro or any detectives in general so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, its also a crossover with criminal minds and i think i made up the whole technical analyst assistant thing but that's my job in my criminal minds DR lmfao. hope you enjoy :)

this includes alcohol (reader consumption), use of Y/n, and possibly wrong wording for FBI stuff?? the reader likes children (in a not creepy way). Jennifer Jareau

summary: the BAU's technical analyst assistant develops quite the crush on SVU's detective Nick Amaro

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word count: 0.8k

You sat quietly in a bar, sitting amongst a group of FBI agents you knew well and a few detectives you’d just recently had the pleasure of meeting, chatting about the now-closed case and a few chatting about their children, you hadn’t spoken much, too busy trying not to stare at Detective Nick Amaro.

“Detective Amaro, this is Y/n L/n, she’s our technical analyst assistant, our official technical analyst is back at Quantico focusing on another case” Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, introduced you to one of the detectives you’d be working with for a necrophilia serial killer case, 

You two spent the last few days working very closely together on this case. 

Penelope had been working on another case and due to a small fire that you and Penelope accidentally started with a candle in your already small office, Hotch decided to bring you with the team to Manhattan.

And of course, with your luck, Penelope couldn’t be there to fangirl over the hot detective with you, so you had to deal with the consequences of your short attention span all on your own, (granted our beloved Spencer did try to relate and fangirl with you, he did his best, but he was quite busy getting into conspiracy arguments with Sergeant John Munch).

Now that the case was over, Hotch decided that the team was in no rush back to Quantico and could leave in the morning, so while he called in early and left back to his hotel, the rest of you went out with some of the SVU detectives,

Including Nick 

of course.

“What about you? Got any kids?” Nick asked, accidentally snapping you out of your trance, as he handed JJ back her phone after she showed him a photo of her boys.

“Oh, uh”

fuck, he smelt good, why did Derek have to sit you right next to him?? 

“No, no kids, I do adore them though” You smiled in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward, before Emily spoke up “She’s great with them too! I mean they just love her” 

Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked. 

You laughed awkwardly in response, “she’s exaggerating” you whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear, earning a laugh. 

oh my god, he LAUGHS?

“As much fun this has been, I’m gonna call it a night” JJ announced, standing up from her seat, her actions mirrored by Spencer as he agreed. 

They were shortly followed by Olivia, Fin, and Emily. Derek went home with a pretty girl (obviously) and finally, Rossi left with Rollins, after she offered him a ride back to the hotel.

That left, you and Nick, alone

of fucking course

“So, miss L/n, how was your first time in New York, huh?” He asked, taking a sip of his bourbon or was it whiskey? Maybe scotch? You couldn’t remember

“Oh, you mean besides the corpse-loving freak? Pretty great, thanks for asking, Detective.” you joked, feeling less intimidated thanks to the vodka cranberry sitting in front of you.

He laughed, “Yeah, dumb question” he shook his head almost embarrassed but you were eating it up.

“How was your first time working with the BAU, hm?” Nick smiled as you practically hummed the question, he thought it was cute, and you could tell, which only boosted your confidence.

“Gotta be honest, I was worried you guys would swarm in and take everything over but, it was a lot easier than I expected” You nod in response, 

“A lot of people think that, but typically it’s an ego thing. was it an ego thing for you, Nicky?” The nickname had slipped off your tongue with ease as you teased your schoolgirl crush, having called him that just a few days ago when you first started working together.

Nick scoffed, “What? No, absolutely not” but the small smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway. “Okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing, just a little bit” he whispered his confession. You all but giggled in response

“It’s gettin’ late, what do you say I walk you back to your hotel huh?” he offered, standing up and putting his coat on before reaching for yours 

“I’d like that, thank you, Detective” You smiled, standing from your seat and sighing as he carefully put your coat on for you.

The hotel wasn’t far but god you wished it had been, it would’ve given you some more time to flirt with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life

(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh) 

But yet, here you stood, in front of the tall building that ruined your excitement.

“Hey, uh how would you feel if the next time you were in New York, I took you out?” Nick asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

You smiled, hoping the lights surrounding you both hid the blush on your cheeks instead of accentuating it. “Or if you’re ever in Virginia?” 

He smiled, nodding. 

“I think I’d like that a lot” You responded, quietly, suddenly very sober.

“Great, have a safe flight back home, alright?”

it's already over

“Thank you for walking me back, Nick” 

“Anytime, goodnight, sweetheart” he smiled once more.

Sweetheart

“Goodnight, detective”

[altsvu]

Hey lovely, me again! The smut promts with Nick Amaro,

32. Are you jealous & 41 call me that again

Please 🥰

wanted him back

pairing: nick amaro x fem!reader

wc: 898

summary: after stepping away from a sexual relationship with nick, you quickly realize that there were feelings attached from both ends. nick, being the jealous and overprotective type, wants more than what the two of you had.

cw: pining (?), smut (ish), jealousy

a/n: i hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed writing this!! i kinda think i’m obsessed with a jealous nick amaro, he gives off an assertive personality!!! i also feel like it’s not really smutty as i wanted it to be but the prompts fit well!!i’m sincerely sorry about how long i took to do this 😔

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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All this time that you’ve worked with Nick, you never thought you’d end up hooking up with him, being in a sexual relationship with him, catching feelings for him, and ending things with him all while working together.

Crazy right?

The kicker of it all? You still had some lingering feelings for him. You couldn’t help it. He made you feel good the first time you hooked up with him, as well as the other times after that. And the relationship was actually going places beyond a sexual aspect but you don’t really know what happened. Maybe it was the stress of work, or maybe it was the stress of outside factors, but the two of you kind of fell off because of it.

Every time the SVU won a case, a celebratory drink at a bar was called for. However, you would always get a bit bold whenever you had some liquor in you. Nothing crazy, just chatting with guys that would be there when the night winded down. And you were a catch! You took care of yourself and were always put together and that made you beautiful, not only to you but to everyone else. But Nick seemed a bit jealous of that, as he tried to stop you every single time. Before the both of you hooked up, you just figured he was doing it for your protection, but after the fact, you realized it was because he wanted you all to himself.

Now, during this phase the two of you are in now, it had caught your attention that Nick is still being his overprotective self, if not worse.

A detective from Bronx SVU had stopped by the precinct to help with the case the squad was working on and he had stopped at your desk to chat. He was obviously into you but you didn’t entertain it, you just acted as you normally would when talking to guys. He stayed for a bit longer than expected and he even asked to walk him out.

When you walked back to your desk, you felt Nick’s eyes follow. He didn’t say anything when you initially sat down, so you continued doing your work and ignored him. You thought that maybe he didn’t have the energy to fix his mouth to say something about you and the detective but you were wrong.

“He was here for an awfully long time.”

“Nick, are you serious? I genuinely thought you would have kept quiet this one time.”

“It’s a genuine thought.”

“Right, to you.”

“You’ve talked to a lot of guys after we stopped, you know.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Oh wow, of course you’d ask me that.”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Nick was about to retort something when Liv made her presence known in the bullpen.

“You two having issues?”

“No.” the two of you said collectively.

“Good. I don’t want to hear any more bickering, we have a rapist to catch.”

You smirked at Nick and continued your previous work. He was clearly in his feelings about not getting the last word.

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It was much later into the day and you were the only one left. You were actually at your locker getting ready to leave for the night when you heard someone.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to see Nick behind you.

“Nick, what are you doing here? Why did you come back?”

“I left something in my locker.”

Silence filled the locker room.

“I am jealous.”

“What?”

Nick came closer to you. “I’m answering your question. I am jealous. I can’t bear to see you talk to these other guys knowing how I still feel about you after all this time.”

You knew he was jealous but you never thought that there was still lingering feelings. A part of you wanted him back, but you just weren’t sure.

“Nick…”

He stepped even closer to you. “I didn’t want to end things. I still have a lot of feelings for you and I may not have portrayed that in the best way when we ended things.”

The last thing he said was “I’m sorry, Y/N.” There was a bit of comfortable silence after forgiving him. It took you a while to do so though, as you felt like this could have been avoided. Nick’s hands creeped to your waist, pulling you even closer. He kissed you and you kissed him back, and it felt like the best feeling ever. He ended up gripping your ass, something you never expected from him. At least not in the precinct.

The one kiss turned into a full blown makeout session, with hands going to intimate places and soft moans filling the locker room.

“Mi reina sexy.” Nick moaned into your neck. The biggest smile crept up on your face as you loved when Nick gave you nicknames, especially in Spanish. You made him stop in his tracks to look passionately into your eyes.

“Call me that again.” You whispered.

Nick picked you up off the floor, causing you to squeal a little. “Mi reina sexy. That’s exactly what you are to me.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.”

And with that, another makeout session was initiated, and the two of you spent the rest of the night together, rekindling a love that just so happened to never be lost.

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taglist: @storiesofsvu @averyhotchner @ssaic-jareau @lapaquerette

[danny-pino-group-therapy]

“The Call” a Reader X Nick Amaro fanfic

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1,822

Warnings: Talks of cancer and women’s health. Infertility.

Author’s Note: This is deeply personal for me. I’m going through this right now and I needed to write to get my emotions out somewhat. I held back a lot but it’s what I know right now and what I’m going through. Just thought I’d share a little story with you all too.

Sitting at your desk your phone started vibrating against the surface. Picking it up you noticed it was your doctors office. Two days prior you had gone in for a checkup and she had found a polyp on your cervix which she removed for testing but had assured you they were common and no cause for real concern.

Picking the phone up and answering it you pressed it to your ear with a casual greeting. “Hello?”

“Is this Mrs. Amaro?” The woman on the other end of the line spoke softly.

“This is she.”

“This is Jackie at Dr. Coleman’s office. Mrs. Amaro, the doctor would like you to come in today to see her in the office to go over your test results.” She spoke with a slight worrying tone to her voice.

“U-um…y-yeah okay. Alright.” You felt your heart rate rising.

“Can you come at one this afternoon?” Jackie asked.

“Y-yeah…yeah I’ll be there.” You nodded not that anyone could see you.

“We’ll see you then Mrs. Amaro.” The nurse hung up after saying goodbye.

Fears and anxiety raised in your mind as your heart raced more. You needed to tell Nick and there was no way you could concentrate on your tasks at hand now.

Signing off your computer you dialed Nick’s familiar number hoping he would pick up.

“Hey baby…didn’t expect you to call.” Nick purred as soon as he saw a picture of you and he at the summer festival in Central Park pop up on his phone.

“Nick…Nick…” You started, your voice shaky.

“Baby what is it?” Nick asked straight away detecting the fear in your voice.

“The doctor, the doctors office just called.” You found yourself swallowing a lump in your throat. “They want to see me regarding the polyp they tested. I know it’s not fair of me to ask this but…but can you” You began before Nick cut you off.

“I’m coming home and going with you, baby. You don’t need to worry about asking me. I’m going with you. I’ll be home, twenty minutes tops okay?” He spoke with urgency.

“O-okay…t-thank you. I’m just. I’m just scared. They don’t ask you to come in if everything is normal.” You tried swallowing your tears.

“I know baby, I know.” His voice was soft and broken with worry and concern for you.

***

It was about twenty minutes later Nick rushed into your shared apartment finding you pacing the small living area.

“Hey baby I’m home. I’m here. I’ve got ya.” He came over pulling you into his arms holding you close and stroking your back gently.

You breathed shakily into his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you for coming home. I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t ask you to come home. I’m so sorry.” You sniffled.

“Hey…” he pulled you back and held your upper arms as he looked into your eyes. “I will always, come home to you if you need me for anything. Alright Amor?” You nodded before he pulled you close again kissing you tenderly and holding you close.

***

It was a little past one now as you sat in the doctor’s office. The nurse had just shown you to her office and said that Dr. Coleman would be in with you in just a few moments. You thanked her kindly and took a seat across from her desk, Nick sitting beside you holding your hand.

Your mind filled with questions and what if’s but nothing made any clear sense it was so jumbled.

Your knee bounced with anticipation and anxiety as you zoned out onto a little medicine advert sitting on the desk.

“Hey…” Nick whispered looking to you with his brows furrowed in concern.

You looked over to him as his voice shook you from your thoughts. “Hmm?” You hummed.

“It’s alright. No matter what she says, I’m right here with you.” He nodded a little and gave your hand a squeeze.

You were about to thank him when the door opened and in walked Dr. Coleman. “Good afternoon. I’m glad you could come in (Y/N), but I’m so sorry too.” She sighed as she took a seat. “You must be Mr. Amaro.” She looked over to Nick.

“Nice to meet you.” The blonde smiled and pulled up your chart on her computer.

“Nice to meet you as well.” Nick replied.

“So…(Y/N) the polyp we removed the other day ended up being a grade one tumor. It shows you have Endometrial Cancer.” The woman said softly as she looked to you and Nick.

You zoned out as you felt your heart drop. Cancer. You had cancer. No one expected or ever thought they’d have cancer especially in their 30’s.

The doctor kept talking explaining everything and stopped to ask if you or Nick had any questions. When you didn’t reply Nick squeezed your hand. “Amor?” He said gently.

“Hmm?” You looked to him then back to the doctor feeling tears fall down your face that you weren’t aware had even gathered in your eyes.

“Do you have any questions?” Dr. Coleman asked again.

“I…I.” You swallowed. “I don’t know.” You let out a choked breath.

“I understand. We can stay here as long as you like to (Y/N). You can always call or message me if you think of anything at all. I’ll make sure the oncologist calls and sets up an appointment with you as soon as possible.” The woman assured.

“I-I don’t think I can even think of anything. What will they do about it?” You furrowed your brows.

“They’ll preform a hysterectomy. Usually if it hasn’t spread to the lymph-nodes then a hysterectomy is all you’ll need. Thats what we hope for.” She smiled.

You only nodded. You and Nick had talked about having kids but it hadn’t happened yet even with trying. You always wanted to be a mother and you had an extremely close relationship with Zara and Gill but you wanted to expand your family and now it was all for nothing. They could take your uterus and leave the ovaries but generally they would take them as well which left you no option of even saving eggs for a surrogate in the future. Not to mention IVF was an extremely expensive adventure.

You felt your heart break all over again before you looked back to the doctor. “Thank you. I’ll let you know if I need anything.” You sniffled and even caught a few tears in Dr. Coleman’s eyes.

“Again, I’m so sorry.” She said softly and you just nodded and held onto Nick’s hand as he helped you up and headed out the office.

***

The ride home had been a silent one. You were processing it all. The anxiety, the fear, the unknowns, never having your own kids. You could adopt of course but that wasn’t even in your head right now.

Once inside the apartment you kicked your shoes off and headed to the bedroom wanting to just get comfortable before you even sat down to process and talk to Nick.

Nick sighed, the news had scared him too. Cancer. The big C word. It scared him to think he may not have as much time with you despite it being a very treatable cancer that they had seemed to catch early unless it was worse once they opened you up. That thought scared him alone. The what if’s had swirled in his mind just as much as they were yours and now he needed to try to focus on helping and supporting you the best he knew how.

“Baby…can I get you a tea or anything?” He called down the hall to you.

“No. I don’t feel like drinking or anything.” You said back as you came back into the living room heading to the couch and curling up with your knees bent and feet tucked under you.

“You didn’t have lunch or anything though baby. You got to be hungry by now.” Nick came over to the couch, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his arms, bringing your head to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to your head gently.

“I’m not hungry. I can’t even think of eating.” You sniffled.

“Baby…I know you’re upset and this news, this news is just heartbreaking but you have to eat. You are fighting now. You’re fighting harder. Your body needs food.” He purred as you sat there listening to the steady beating of his heart.

“I know. I just don’t want anything right now.” You spoke barely above a whisper.

“Alright Amor.” He replied understandingly. “I’m right here with you. I won’t go anywhere.”

“Cancer. Who the hell thought it would be that. They had said it was normal a-and now it’s cancer. I have to wait so long for the oncologist and then I’ll have surgery and what then?? W-we weren’t able to have children like we wished. We couldn’t…we tried and couldn’t. You think this is punishment for something I’ve done?” You looked up to Nick’s hazelnut eyes as tears spilled down your face. “Punishment for not being healthy enough o-or did I do something wrong?”

“Baby no…no you didn’t do anything wrong Amor. This isn’t your fault and it’s not a punishment. You are strong you are a fighter and you are kind. This isn’t your fault. It’s not.” Nick urged.

“B-but we can’t…we’ll never have children of our own. Never. A-are you sure you still want me? You sure you want this? You don’t have to put up with anything, I can leave.” You choked out.

“Hey…no. That’s not happening. I love you so much baby. I love you. Please never ever forget that. you’re not going anywhere okay, no one is getting rid of anyone. You’re the love of my life. So important to me and to my kids. We may not be able to have our own babies, Amor but you and I can adopt when we think we’re ready. Right now all I’m worried about is you, your health, and your happiness. I just want you to be okay right now.” Nick urged, a finger under your chin to keep your gaze on him until he kissed you softly and wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I love you (Y/N) Amaro. I love you so much.” He said between kisses.

“I-I love you too.” You sniffled.

“We’re going to fight this together alright? I’m going to take off work and be with you for every appointment and every test. You’ll never have to be alone. Through sickness and in health.” The handsome raven haired Cuban assured.

“Thank you. Always. You’re so important to me.” You replied. And he kept his promise, he was right with you through everything and always there to hold your hand, just like he said because Nick Amaro was a man of his word and always kept his vows.

*****

Author’s Note: Thanks @irishavengersassemble for editing and reading through it. Thank you for supporting me and being there for me.

Tagging a few people who may want to read (or not want to and I just admire your writings and want to share 😅) @itsjustmyfantasyroom @burningtacozombie @beccabarba @darqchilddaydreamz @breanime @withmyteeth

[tropes-and-tales]

I’ll Make it Up to You

Day 16:  Bath/Shower Sex (Nick Amaro x F!Reader)

(For the 2022 Kinktober event offered by @the-purity-pen​​.  The original post and calendar/list can be found here.  So very, very late because I had other things I needed to do.)

CW:  Established relationship; (shower sex; hand job) 18+ only.

Word Count:  1416

Nick comes home in a bad headspace:  long shifts working a series of date rapes at Hudson, another case failing in front of a grand jury.  He just wants to collapse into bed and try to sleep, but he hasn’t seen you in days, has only fallen asleep beside you for a few stolen hours before he had to be back to work.

You’re on the couch when he gets home, and he sheds his coat and shoes before coming over to kiss you.

“My wayward boyfriend,” you say with a soft smile.  “To what do I owe the pleasure of finally seeing you at a semi-reasonable hour?”

“Caught the bad guy, and my grand jury fell through.”

Your smile drops, and you press your lips together in a sympathetic frown.  

“What can I do to help?” you ask, and you reach out to take his hand in yours.  “Did you eat yet?”

“At the precinct.”

“Want me to put the game on for you?”

Nick squeezes your hand gently, shakes his head.  “Nah.  I just need to shower and then maybe we could go to bed?”

Your smile returns, and you kneel on the couch, stretch towards him, your neck craining to kiss him again.  “Sounds like a plan.”

*****

It’s immediately obvious that Nick needs sleep more than anything, judging by the three deep, jaw-cracking yawns he makes when he’s just stripping out of his clothes.  His eyes water at the force of each yawn.

Though you’d never say it….the man looks awful.  His complexion has an unhealthy cast to it, and he has deep circles under his eyes.  There’s a spot where he missed shaving that morning, and a second spot where a cut has only just healed.  He hasn’t been eating right, and he certainly hasn’t been sleeping.

As much as you’ve missed him, it wouldn’t be fair to make him stay awake when he needs hours of good, quality sleep.

And yet, you’ve missed him terribly.  

So you split the difference and wait for him to climb into the shower, and then you join him.

If there’s one thing about Nick that genuinely irritates you, it’s how he never takes care of himself…and how he scoffs when you try to take care of him.  You guess that it’s a symptom of his upbringing—his father was no treat, and he grew up under the usual patriarchal bullshit that taught him men don’t need care.  Or maybe it’s just his work—detective work is usually thankless, and working with special victims is extra rough.

“What are you—” he starts to ask when you peel back the shower curtain, but you cut him off with a quick kiss.

“Hush, Nicholas.  Let me take care of you.”

If you get irritated by his lack of self-care, you do love how much he enjoys being babied and cared-for, when he finally gives in to it.  Nick Amaro, resident tough guy:  he practically purrs like a big cat when you lather up and help him bathe, kneading your fingers into his knotted back and shoulders.

When you help him shampoo his hair, you scratch your nails into his scalp, and the man groans like he’s being tortured…but then he wraps his arms around you, pulls your naked form to him, and you can feel how aroused he’s gotten despite the soul-deep exhaustion he must feel.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he mutters against your ear.  “Let me rinse off—”

You cut him off again, this time by reaching down and grasping him—lightly, but it’s enough for him to choke against the rest of his words.

“Shhh.”  You tilt your head towards him, and he kisses you.  You break away a moment later, shift your head.  Kiss the side of his neck, kiss under his ear where the hinge of his jaw is.  You lay a gentle trail across his collarbones, pressing your lips in the divot of his throat.

“I want to take care of you,” you whisper against his wet skin, and you grip him more firmly, give him an experimental stroke with your hand.  He huffs out a frustrated breath against your head.

“I won’t be able to….shit, if you make me come now, I won’t—”

You tilt your head again and gaze up at him, offer him a soft smile.  “You can make it up to me later, Nick.  Let me take care of you now.”

He doesn’t answer—he just huffs another frustrated sigh—but he presses his hips forward into your hand, which is answer enough.  You shift a little, find firmer footing in the slippery shower.  You wrap your free arm around his shoulders, lay your hand on the back of his neck to hold him against you.

Then you shift your other hand against him.  You get a better hold of him and begin to deal him languid strokes.  You bend your head to watch:  the flushed head of his cock slipping between your clenched hand, the tip wet and leaking. You swipe your thumb against it, use the slickness of his pre-cum to lubricate the stroking and twisting of your fist.

“You can…harder,” he groans after a moment.  “Harder.  Please.”

You oblige him with a grin.  You were never a natural at hand jobs, always too gentle, too afraid of being rough and hurting what seems to be a sensitive part of the body.  But you squeeze Nick harder, nearly enough to encircle his thick cock with your fingers, your fingertips almost touching the tip of your thumb, and he hisses praise in your ear at the sensation.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he mutters, and his hips find the rhythm of your hand, meets you thrust for thrust.  “Feels so good.”

You keep going.  You huff out a breath, a low moan when his hand reaches down to grasp the curve of your ass, but you don’t stop stroking him, twisting your wrist so that the bend in your hand where your fingers meet your palm run along the sensitive underside to his cock.  You can sense him unraveling—his shallow thrusts lose their cadence, and his breathing takes on a ragged quality—so you grip him harder.

He comes a moment later:  a hoarse fuck spilling from his lips, the hot spill of his cum spurting over your hand, up your wrist, across your belly.  He digs his fingertips into your hips, hard enough that you may have bruises, and he chokes out your name as he finishes, then calms.

You can feel how relaxed he is now.  Your hand on the back of his neck—you can feel how the release, the hot water of the shower…it all helped to loosen the tight knot there.

It doesn’t stop him from feeling guilty, apparently.

“I could live a thousand years and still not deserve you,” he grumbles against the side of your head.  He shifts his hands, settles one between your shoulder blades and the other to the back of your head, cradling you gently against him.

“I like the thought of you living that long and trying though.”

“Hmmm.”  He moves a little, presses a light kiss to your temple.  “How about I start with a date night tomorrow, huh?  Take you out for a nice dinner, maybe some dancing…”

“I like the thought of that too.”

Nick pushes away from you a fraction, just enough so he can peer down at you, those earnest brown eyes of his almost pleading.

“You take good care of me, mi alma,” he says.  “I’ll make it up to you.”

You purse your lips at him and he kisses you.  When you part, you tell him with a smile, “that’s just what good girlfriends do, Nick.”

You turn away from him then, so you miss the way his expression turns soft, turns maybe a bit introspective.  If you would have stayed facing him in this moment, he might have cracked—might have blundered out a half-assed proposal, might have mentioned the ring he had picked out.

But you turn away and reach for the washcloth and soap, so Nick has a beat to get himself under control.  To stick to the original plan of proposing in a month’s time, though he’d be happy to be married to you now, to drag you down to the courthouse and make you his wife now…because you take care of him, and he wants to take care of you too.

[yougotthat-write]

Oui(ji) Had One Hell of a Party (Rafael Barba x Reader)

Word Count: 2,758

Warnings: Ouiji board, spirits, demons, language, alcohol consumption, dumb costumes for all yo faves lmao 

Summary: You and Rafael host a Halloween party and it takes a demonic turn.

Author’s Note: This was started probably almost 3 years ago (big oof). I've lost the writing bug so I'm posting what was written and promptly unfinished, lol. Apologies but I still hope you enjoy!

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Rafael Barba wouldn’t call himself a superstitious person.

He didn’t believe in ghouls, ghosts, and monsters in the typical way that small children would. He was an A.D.A. for Manhattan so he obviously came across fellow humans who did gruesome and unforgivable things, but when you had pulled out that stupid ten dollar Ouiji board that you had bought at the stupid Halloween store, Rafael may had sent a quick prayer up to whichever Lord was occupying the skies above him at that very moment. 

His Catholic upbringing was trying to pound its way out of him and it made him down the rest of his scotch in one swallow before stepping over to his bar area to pour himself another drink. The low hum of your Halloween playlist mixed with the chatter of Rafael’s friends from the courthouse and your friends from the 16th precinct.

You sat on your living room floor, hunched over your coffee table, setting up the toy that would allow you to talk to those who had passed on. Sonny shifted on his feet as he stood next to Rafael. Remembering that Sonny was raised very Catholic as well, Rafael figured that this was making Sonny feel stupid for being uncomfortable with a children’s toy just as much as him.

The sound of your hands connecting together in a singular clap made Rafael’s grip tighten around his glass. He looked over at you and saw the “spooky” smile you were trying to give to everyone. The party had died down in the past couple of hours. Olivia Benson and Nick Amaro had gone home because of their kids. Fin Tutuola had gone home because “Halloween is whack! I don’t even like candy.” The rest of the guests had filed out after them in the passing hours.

Now, Sonny Carisi, Amanda Rollins, Rita Calhoun, and Trevor Langan were scattered around the living room. Sonny was next to Rafael, both of the boys standing farthest away from the direct line to demons. Sonny started to get so nervous that his fake mustache for his Sonny Bono costume wouldn’t stick to his upper lip. His counterpart and designated Cher was Amanda. She sat on the floor on the opposite side of you at the coffee table. She held the planchette in her hand, looking at the object with a smirk. Her long brunette wig was tossed to the side next to her.

Rita Calhoun downed another orange Jell-O shot before falling back onto the couch behind Amanda with a sigh. She pulled her long and obnoxious Devil tail from under her and held it in her fingers as she watched you read the directions for the Ouija board. Her Devil horns were slightly crooked on her head but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

Trevor Langan had ditched his obnoxious black cape twenty minutes into the party. He ditched the phony plastic fangs even sooner. His hair was quaffed upwards and if it wasn’t for the dark liner around his eyes and the fake blood on the corner of his mouth, he would look like he was ready for a day at work with his dress shirt, black slacks, and polished shoes.

Rafael would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel a bit authoritative in his twenty dollar policeman costume, but he mainly did it to see the annoyed reactions of the 16th precinct detectives. Fin Tutuola had quipped, “Your badge is so cute and tiny, Barba. You got a fake gun too?” Nick Amaro had rolled his eyes so hard at the fellow Latino man that you thought they would roll right out of his pretty little head. Despite you being a fellow 16th precinct detective, you happily supported your boyfriend with finding the policeman outfit that fit his body in all the right places.

Trevor had rolled his eyes when you suggested pulling out the Ouija board but didn’t outwardly object to it like Sonny had. Trevor made his way over to Rafael and Sonny, grabbing a deep red Jell-O shot. He shot it back and then chuckled at Sonny’s uneasy face. But Trevor didn’t miss the uneasiness that was coming from Rafael.

“Scared boys?” The defense lawyer asked with a grin. Sonny scowled over at Langan.

“Shut up,” Sonny muttered. Feeling hot, Sonny pulled the brunette wig off his head. “I just don’t think we should mess with Lucifer and his minions.” Sonny’s Adam apple bobbed. “If Ma finds out about this, she’ll have the church exorcize me.”

Trevor stifled his snort with his hand. “It’s a kids game, Carisi. The box says ages six and up.”

Sonny grumbled under his breath before making his way over to the couch and plopping down next to Rita with a sigh. Rita pouted over at the detective, reaching up and pinching his pink cheek. “Don’t worry Sonny, the Devil is already here and she’s feeling pretty tipsy.” Sonny let out a nervous laugh before leaning out of Rita’s grip and rubbing his sore cheek. 

Trevor’s attention was drawn back to the quiet prosecutor next to him. Rafael felt Trevor’s gaze as he lifted his newly poured drink to his lips.

One gulp. Two gulps. Three gulps.

Trevor leaned towards Rafael, “What are you so scared of Barba?” Rafael shot a look over to Trevor. 

“There’s nothing to be scared of.”

“Exactly.” Trevor slapped a hand onto Rafael’s shoulder and pushed him over towards the coffee table. 

Looking up from the directions, you smiled at Rafael as he was ushered into the living room by Trevor. The pair of fake handcuffs that hung off Rafael’s belt jingled when Trevor’s large hands pushed Rafael down next to you. Rafael swore under his breath in Spanish to the man before Trevor went and perched himself onto the arm of the couch next to Sonny. 

“I think we have it set up,” you say over to your boyfriend. Rafael nods subtlety before catching the gaze of Amanda sitting across from him. She watched Rafael from under her lashes and the corner of her mouth twitched up. Looking more head on at the two of you, she slid the planchette onto the board.

The intricate piece of wood was shaped in a triangle with rounded edges. In the center, a small dome of glass made it easy to see whatever was under the planchette when it would be slid around the board. 

Rafael wouldn’t tell you — or anyone in the room for that matter — that he did not and would not touch that thing willingly. You grabbed the planchette and placed it in the middle of the board. The intricate letters and numbers were bold and taunting. Rafael swallowed the jumble of nerves trying to push their way up his throat.

He jumped slightly when you touched his arm to motion him to place his fingers next to yours. Taking a moment too long, Trevor cupped a hand around one corner of his mouth and boomed, “Scared of some ghosts, Barba?” Rafael shot another look over to Langan before you grabbed his hands.

Your hands brought comfort to him. They were warm as you guided his fingers over to the planchette and when you lightly knocked your shoulder into his, you whispered out, “Don’t be scared, hon. I’ll protect you,” your left eye dropped down into a wink and while Rafael rolled his own at your retort, it did make him more relaxed.

You motioned for Amanda to do the same. She reached out both of her pointer and middle fingers and found a spot on one of the planchette sides. Amanda spoke quietly, “What should we ask first?”

Carisi’s mouth twisted as he bit down on the inside of his cheek. Rita let out a loud hum, twirling the end of her tail in her hand. “Don’t you have to ask if there’s anyone here in the first place?”

“Yeah, let’s see what we’re cooking with,” Trevor jumped in. He was able to reach over to the side table to grab another Jello-O shot, passing one over the top of Carisi’s head over to Rita who grinned devilishly.

You let out a shaky breath — which threw off Rafael for a split second — and said, “Is there a spirit with us?” While a silence fell over the group, waiting for something, Sonny’s lips moved quickly and quietly as he mouthed a prayer. 

You spoke again, more firmly, “Is there anyone who would like to speak with us today?” Amanda’s eyes went from the planchette, to you, to Rafael, back to you, and then back to the planchette. Rafael’s fingers twitched on the planchette, wanting to bring them back close to him, to his body. Or even to intertwine with your own fingers.

Despite the mellow hum of your playlist, there was a long and still silence between everyone in the room. Rita had stilled her tail twirling. Trevor’s mouth straightened into a thin line, eyebrow arched up. Sonny’s hands were clasped together in between his thighs. Amanda had squared her shoulders and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck trickle. Rafael’s mouth opened to say something — he wasn’t sure what he was going to say — but then he felt it in his fingers.

Rafael’s eyes are hard and locked onto the planchette. His fingers twitched as he felt the piece of wood slightly move diagonally away from him and over to the corner of the board where an intricately drawn YES was. When the word made itself at home under the glass dome in the middle of the planchette, Carisi’s voice was shaking, “That’s not funny Amanda,” the Brooklyn man scolded his coworker.

A noise came from Amanda in regards to Sonny’s accusation and when Rafael’s looked over at you under his lashes, you were already looking over at Amanda with a furrowed brow. Amanda felt your gaze on her and when she finally looked up from the planchette, she rolled her eyes, “Fine…fine.” Her hands lifted up in surrender and she scrunched her nose.

“See, nothing to be scared of Sonny,” Trevor snickered, fingers coming to pinch the top of Sonny’s ear. Sonny shouldered the brunette away, brows furrowed in annoyance and mouth lopsided into a frown. 

“Bite me, Langan.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Carisi,” Trevor shot back just before shooting back another Jello shot. This one was green.

Rafael was silently thanking Amanda from across the table. Hands brought back close to his being, Rafael let out the breath he was holding. He shivered when you scolded Amanda, “Gimme your fingers and don’t joke about, Amanda.”

Amanda let out a huff of air at your tone. “Alright, okay. Calm down.”

Amanda reached out her fingers again and settled them onto her designated spot on the planchette. You copied her and when Rafael didn’t follow suit, you and Amanda looked over at the lawyer. Rafael felt the room shift over to his attention. He felt stuffy in his cheap police uniform. Glancing over at you, he caught your eyes and he silently pleaded.

You didn’t react for a moment until finally, you silently let him off the hook with the smooth transition of reeling in Langan to put his money where his mouth is. Rafael got up from his spot, maybe a bit too quickly, and went over to where Langan was previously heckling from on the couch. Rafael’s legs were jelly and he was happy to plop down onto the couch, grabbing a Jello shot. He swallowed it down too fast to even acknowledge the color of it.

Trevor Langan dramatically rolled his eyes when you beckon him to substitute in for the demon summoning. But he gladly strolled his way over and sat down next to you on the floor. You had to scooch over a bit to make room for Trevor’s long legs and overall more lankier body. He rubbed his hands together and gave a grin before planting his fingers onto the planchette. “Let’s get this show on the road, ladies!”

Amanda and you exchanged looks before your fingers found their spots. The room went quiet again. Nobody noticed it, but the music had stopped in the middle of a song. Rita found herself needing to rest her eyes as playing with a Ouiji board doesn’t really help overly drunk people stay awake. Her head rested against the shoulder of a rigid Carisi. He didn’t seem to notice the extra weight on him.

“I’ll ask the questions this time since cops aren’t too good with questioning suspects,” Trevor quipped. Amanda glared over at the lawyer. You ignored Trevor and shifted your gaze over to the board. “Hello spirits, demons, and devils–” Rita mumbled out a noise of acknowledgement, eyes still closed, snuggling more into Carisi’s shoulder. Carisi fought the urge to shrug her off because he didn’t want to be rude but he wasn’t in a particular cuddly mood. Trevor continued, “Are you here with us?”

Rafael felt a coldness in the apartment. He noticed the lack of music as the group stayed quiet. Sonny felt his neck get prickly, the hair standing up and a shiver rolled up his back. If Rita was more sober, she probably could have felt it. 

“Spir—“ Trevor’s voice started but it was cut off by a yelp from someone as the room went dark, the snap of electricity confirming so. 

“Oh, Mother Theresa!” Sonny’s voice was sharp and trembling. Rita let out a hum in question before opening her eyes. The air was rigid and cold. Rafael was quick to jump onto his feet in one swift motion. You blinked quickly, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the darkness. 

Slowly but surely, you were able to make out shapes in the room. You were about to call out to Rafael when there was a sharp shriek. It started out high in its caliber but then it morphed into something gruesome and growling. 

“What the fuck–” That was Trevor. Then a small light shone in the middle of the room, like a little slice of heaven from above. Rafael’s blood ran cold. Carisi stood abruptly, stumbling over his large feet towards Rafael. Rita curled her legs up onto your couch, hugging the back of the furniture, as if she was using it to ground herself not only physically, but mentally.

Trevor’s hand shook, making the light shive as it shined over onto the blonde detective. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You were sure nobody in the room could.

Across from you, on the other side of your thifted coffee table that took you thirty minutes to convince Rafael to get with you, was Detective Amanda Rollins possessed by something. All of her fingers were bent harshly and weirdly, each one of them touching the planchette in some way. Her shoulders were stiff, but her chin was lifted slightly, mouth slightly agape as she moaned and groaned inhumanely.

Her hair seemed electric. The ends of her blonde strands were lifting at the ends very slightly, strands engulfing around her head. The part that made your eyes water and your heart pound heavily were her eyes. They were wide open and black.

“A-amanda.. This i-isn’t funny!”

Sonny’s voice seemed to shake to the same rhythm as Trevor Langan’s hand. You heard the lawyer mutter more curses under his breath as he stood. Rita was able to swing her legs over the back of the couch and her feet stepped softly towards the front door of your apartment. She paused when Amanda let out another shriek that morphed into a muffled, pained groan.

In the dull phone flashlight, Amanda’s head began to turn, peeking over her shoulder at Sonny. Sonny backed up towards Rafael more, shivering as the two men touched. Sonny’s hand grabbed Rafael’s wrist tightly.  “Amanda?” The voice was crackly and harsh, like Amanda had spent her last thirty years smoking two packs a day straight. Her teeth snapped together and her tongue swiped over her lips. She let out a giggle. “Amanda’s not here to play, Dominick.”

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Nick Amaro x Male!Reader | Headcanons

“So I've had this idea for a long time in my head where the male reader is a younger detective and had a little affair with Detective Nick Amaro where they were drinking in a bar and ended up sleeping together and the reader and Nick became very close and even lived together for a few months until Nick left him because he wanted to go back to his wife and they never saw each other again, until the day the male reader is transferred to SVU and Nick accepts the fact that he loves the male reader and wants him back when they are both assigned to be partners?”@themilkovichsucker

Hi there! I'm sorry for taking so long, but thank you for your patience. I hope you like what I've done with your request! <3

notes; Male!Reader; Unstable Relationship; Getting Back Together.

For a long time, you had admired Detective Nick Amaro from afar. You were still new to being a detective, but Nick has been a great inspiration for you. More than that, too. You had to admit to having a crush on him. Not exactly professional, you were aware of that, but you couldn't help your feelings.

One evening, your squad had gone out for a drink after a tough case you had finally solved. As the evening went on, more people left the bar to go home to their families or simply to get some rest. Eventually, only Nick and you were left.

Both of you had quite a bit to drink and so you could barely comprehend it when he was very clearly coming onto you. For far too long, this was exactly what you had fantasised about so many times. Sleeping with him was so much better in reality than your mind could have ever come up with.

Afterwards, Nick acted like nothing had happened for a short while. It hurt, but you weren't exactly surprised by it. But after it happened again, you asked Nick if he could at least give you a chance. Unless he really wanted nothing from you but the occasional one-night-stand. He agreed to give you that chance.

The months after that were like Heaven to you. Better than any dream you ever had. To others, you might have been moving too fast when you moved in together after only a couple of months, but nothing had felt more right to you.

Unfortunately, the honeymoon phase didn't last much longer, then. And soon, Nick left you to get back together with his ex-wife. You couldn't blame him. Of course it hurt; especially when he left not only you, but the district and the department.

It took several more years and a transfer to the Manhattan SVU for you to see Nick again. You didn't even know that he was going to be there when you asked for your transfer.

Anxiously, you expected Nick to treat you like a stranger or merely a colleague he had once worked with. But to your pleasant surprise, he did refer to you as a friend at least. He seemed happy to see you, making it easier for you to let your guard down.

A couple of months passed, until you and Nick actually sat down to talk about what had happened. He apologised for leaving you, despite having a feeling that it wouldn't work out with his wife. He explained that he had to try anyway, mostly for his daughter. You understood.

You spent a lot of time with him, both at work and outside of it, which only re-ignited your feelings for him tenfold, it seemed. At first you were worried about that. You didn't necessarily want to get hurt again. So, you didn't say anything.

It was Nick, who broke first. You two had dinner at his apartment and sat down on the couch to watch some TV and unwind afterwards. There, he confessed to you that a reason why his relationship with his wife had failed again was because he was in love with you. He had struggled to admit it to himself, but he felt ready now.

Thus, he asked if you would give him another chance. Of course you accepted. You had never stopped loving him. Not a day had passed where you didn't think about him, yearn for him, and hope for such a moment as this.

The kiss that followed was somehow even better than any of those you had shared before. It felt more genuine. Your heart fluttered with the knowledge that this was it. This was what you had longed for all this time.

[kryptonitejelly]

nick amaro x reader // law and order SVU - yet another one, same universe as this moment (ft. a hint of the criminal minds team because I can)

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“Nick, you coming?” Liv calls out to Nick who trails behind the team as they exit the court.

“Nah, you guys go ahead,” Nick responds, his eyes darting around along the hallways of the courthouse as soon as he steps out through the doors.

“Are you really passing up on a chance to empty Barba’s bank account?” Amanda asks.

“Have a few more drinks for me,” Nick responds absently as he pulls out his phone to tap swiftly at the screen in attempt to pull the court schedule for the day on screen. It takes a couple of seconds of scrolling before he locates his target - your name marked against a short list of information which includes a courtroom number. He bids the team farewell in an almost hasty manner, a shine to his eyes that the team knew only meant one thing - you, before turning sharply on his heel to make his way down the hallway.

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Nick locates the courtroom without much difficulty. He slides in silently through the doors before slipping himself into a seat at the back. He’s caught you in the middle of your closing submissions. The content is sombre, gruesome even, with your caseload being mostly in homicide, but Nick doesn’t focus in the words, choosing instead to let himself hone in on the way you glide up and down the bench of jurors in -‘ easy, but carefully thought up positioning. He lets his gaze travel along your face, the side of your jaw. You look magnificent - is what Nick decides as he hears the hum of your voice drawing itself to a conclusions as you deliver the final few lines of your closing statement.

“Thank you,” he hears you say as you hold the gaze of the jury for a beat more, before making your way back to your chair, heels clicking against the polished floors.

He listens to the judge give directions to the jury before banging the gavel down. The courtroom erupts in a buzz of noises - chairs shifting, murmurs and movement as the jury shuffle out to deliberate. He sees you stand, only to be caught by two tall men - one lanky and in a sweater vest, the other in a suit. Nick recognises them as Agents Reid and Hotchner from the FBI, Agents whose team he knew you worked with now and then. He doesn’t leave his seat, content to watch you engaged in the conversation as your hands move in tandem, gathering your belongings off the desk.

You turn, as you move to sling the straps of your bag onto your shoulder and Nick’s gaze finally meets yours as your line of sight lands on him, a lone figure in the back row of the courtroom. It makes your face brighten, the difference stark enough to cause both Agents to pause and look back.

Nick stands, as you begin to make your way towards him while still conversing with the Agents who follow in step.

“I guess we’ll see,” is what he hears you say to the two men who hum in agreement, “it’s out of our hands now.”

“Detective,” Agent Hotchner’s greeting is accompanies by a wave from his lankier companion.

“Agents,” Nick returns the courtesy as he steps out, slipping his hand casually, and easily into yours.

“I’ll see you both,” Nick feels you lace your fingers through his, as you signal the end of the conversation to the two profilers who give you quick nods. He takes it as his cute to lead you towards the door of the courtroom, which you gladly take.

“I’ve said it before” he begins as you both slip out into the hallway, past the lingering crowd, “but the courtroom suits you.”

“You say it every time,” you chuckle as you feel him tighten his hold on your hand. It makes Nick smile.

“Dinner?” He asks, as you both find yourselves walking towards the lifts. It was one of those blessed Friday that you both were done with work for the day at a reasonable time. Nick had caught enough of the judge’s closing remarks to know she had directed the jury to reconvene their deliberations on Monday.

“Chinese?”

“You read my mind.”

“Can we not get out of bed till the weekend is over,” you stretch your neck to a side as you both stand in front of the lift doors waiting for the elevator to hit your floor.

“We won’t move an inch,” Nick brings the back your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss into your skin.

“I’m holding you to that,” you say looking at him, watching the corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement.

“Maybe more than an inch,” he winks at you before dropping both your hands between you both again, “but without leaving the bed.”

“Nicolas Fiorello Amaro, Jr.” you chide with a grin.

“Save that,” he says before leaning his lips over to brush against the side of your head, “for the weekend.”

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There was blood smeared on your pretty features, that was the first thing Nick noticed when your image came through the live stream.

The instant Nick laid eyes upon your dishevelled frame he hadn't been able to tear his gaze away. His nostrils flared in outrage; his fists clenched so tightly that the skin stretched over knuckles turning them white. The right side of your face was swelling slightly from the yellow and green bruising that marred your features, your left eye was bloodshot from where it looked like someone had punched you.

You weren’t looking at the camera, your expression was defiant, jaw sticking out. Your arms were pulled behind your back, thrusting your modest chest forward. Nick could only guess that your hands were bound behind your back. You were on your knees struggling to keep your balance as you wavered from side to side disorientated.

"Look at the camera."

Hearing that deep rich voice sent a flash of rage sparking through Nick's consciousness. He growled indignantly. You let out a sharp cry as an horrendous crack erupted through the air as that large scarred hand lashed out and slapped your face. The force of the blow twisted your head, leaving you spitting blood onto the floor.

"I told you to look at the camera." That cold voice snapped again.

"Go fuck yourself ." You snapped.

The hand reached out again cupping your chin between brutal fingers. Nick could see them digging into your tender flesh as your head was yanked to face the camera. Nick was snarling, his face contorting in vengeful fury as the camera zoomed in on your disgruntled features. He understood the best way to process this situation was to disconnect, but it was easier said than done.

Agnew's worn face appeared in the view of the camera as his fingers snaked through your hair, gripping it in one hand and tilting your head back until you hissed. The other man's eyes were red rimmed and out of focus, in the days he had been away he had forgone shaving. Sweat dripped down his brow as he turned an almost maniacal grin to the camera. You ground your teeth as his grasp tightened. He was standing behind you now, watching as your chest heaved with exertion.

"He's on something." Fin murmured.

Drugs...

Drugs didn't change what was happening right now and Nick wasn't going to tolerate that as an excuse. What that man was doing to you made him want to tear something apart. There was a sickening, convulsive urge to break something, fury rushing through his veins. He would tear Agnew to pieces with his bare hands for what he was doing to you. He would destroy every bone in his body.

"Detective Amaro,” Agnew spoke into the camera, his eyes boring into Nick’s. “I hope you’re watching."

His palm came to rest upon your shoulder, fingers creeping past your collarbone in a gesture that Nick found disturbingly intimate. His fingertips undid the top button of your blouse and then another, causing the white fabric to open, revealing your cleavage.

"You don't want to see this, Nick; it will do no good." Olivia murmured, her hand rubbing up and down her friend's arm in a bid to comfort him.

A vehement growl emitted low in Nick's throat, it was primal and savage. The urge to protect you was overpowering and the fact he was forced to watch this debacle was making his blood boil with fire and molten hot fury.

"She’s pretty." Agnew said as he undid another button. “You know what I do to pretty girls.”

Nick felt that surge of ferociousness completely encumbered his body, he was going to kill Agnew for this. His fingertips trailed along the line of your white cotton bra. Your jaw tightened, you swallowed hard and closed your eyes as he caressed the swell of your breast. Nick understood what you were trying to do, it was an attempt to distance yourself from the situation, to maintain some semblance of calm. Agnew got off on the panic, he fed on it, drinking it in until he was done playing with his victims, until they were broken and catatonic.

His fingers twisted in your hair, wrenching your head to one side. You clamped your mouth, lips pursed together as he leaned into you, his breath ghosting across your ear as his gaze fixed on Nick through the camera.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

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[megalony]

Could you please possibly do a Nick Amaro x reader where they are both married and work as detectives together but the reader ends up getting shot and it’s really bad like she basically dies but she ends up being okay at the end! ❤️

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Heyyy, you've got a pretty organized requesting system! Anyways~ how about Fluff #9 "you're too tiny for that, let me help." for Amaro & South Asian Fem!Reader -- I'm short so this prompt has my whole heart. As for the synopsis, I'm imagining smth where reader works at the library he takes Zara to and she's putting books on a shelf but she's short so nick helps while Zara reads? Basically a fluffy meet cute, after all, who deserves a fluffy meet cute more than nick?

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Nick Amaro x South Asian Fem!Reader

genre: fluffy fluff fluff/maybe a little smutty?

warnings: cute aggression.

synopsis: #9 “you’re too tiny for that, let me help.

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In instances of divorce, it’s common for some parents to play tug-o-war with their child, using them as a tool of revenge and spite, a traumatizing experience that happens far too often. Nick Amaro had seen it all, he’d lived it all at one point in his lifetime.

- Violence in front of children.

- Emotional/Physical/Medical abuse & neglect.

- Parents using their child as tools of manipulation.

- Parents keeping their children away from the other.

- Parents filling their children’s heads with lies about the other simply to turn them against the other.

- Parents abandoning their children after a marriage ends.

And so on and so forth.

Which is why he’d thrown himself into fatherhood, he never wanted Zara to go through what he did. What he’d seen.

Lately, Zara had been growing into quite the intelligent little lady. Recently she’d become obsessed with cooking/baking, seeing a child’s starter recipe cookbook on an ad, the little girl just had to have it so she could create the best homemade double chocolate chip cookies, a popular recipe on page 25 of the cookbook. Amaro was now on a mission to find it.

Anything to make his favorite girl happy. He adored seeing her eyes light up like christmas morning so he made her a promise, after school they’d take a trip down to the grocery and bookstore to finally find this special cookbook she just had to have and make those double chocolate chip cookies she’d been desperately craving for the past 2 days. It was hard to say no to such an adorable face.

“Daddy, c’mon! You’re walking like a snail”!

“I had to lock the car doors, Mija. How are we getting home to make these cookies if someone steals the car”?

Zara rolls her eyes, though her dad was a detective, crime was still a foreign concept to her child brain, to her, Amaro is overreacting over a nonsense hypothetical.

“Papa, you’re silly”. Is all the child can offer in her excitement, and for once Nicholas is glad his little girl is still so innocent and full of wonder — She skips into the bookstore, humming a lullaby Nick sings to her at bedtime, his eyes scan the harsh fluorescent lit store, shelves lined with books upon books, white laminated signs with the name of each genre typed in Comic Sans.

He could count the amount of workers on one hand, along with the amount of customers on the very same. The cashier gives him a fake grin, politely asking if he could help with anything; Amaro sees relief on the teens face when he replies with an equally as fake smile, politely declining before following after his all too hyper daughter — With the amount of sugar she was about to get, it would turn out to be a long long night.

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It’d been a long 6 hours in the library, not only was it slow but at times horribly boring, the intake didn’t start until it was almost time for the end of your shift, and boy were you ready for the end of your shift — Today an event for the children’s section was happening, a highly loved author of a series of mystery books called “P.I Pat” for little ones had come for a reading of the newest installment of the series. Your little cousins loved the series but you? Not so much.

Glancing at the clock you see little feet shuffling to the shelves, you wince as more books are moved to random locations, apparently P.I Patty needed multiple books for not only the author but the children to read as well. Something about wanting to turn the read in into a reading lesson as well; more books are removed from shelves, little feet scamper away back to the children’s corner — a too bright corner with colorful reading carpet that reads “Reading is fun & fundamental” surrounded by beanbags of all colors, 2 desktops, a small penguin television, and a few stuffies who’d seen some shit during their stay.

It’s regularly cluttered and messy from all the little humans that run through the bookstore after the many, many events held.

You groan, unlocking the wheels on your book cart and trudging to the shelves, you refuse to put the books all back until the event is over but you still wanted to gather up the stray books to at least alleviate your workload for the day.

And just when you’ve finished your mission, there’s a squeaky voice sounded in your ear, a mother and her son asking for a book on one of the highest shelves there is before walking away towards the counter without another word.

You stare at the taunting black hard covered scouts book and groan, hoping your tiptoes won’t fail you.

With puffed out cheeks and determination, you almost manage to grab hold of the hard cover, but just when you think you’ve got it, it slips away once again leaving you frustrated to no end.

Your continuous, seemingly non ending struggle is taken notice by another patron, coming up next to you, the man grabs onto the book, just barely grazing your hand with his as the book is finally free from it’s sacred spot on the newly unorganized shelf; something you’d need a ladder for later.

You can feel his breath tickle your ear, a deep cuban italian tinged accent sends a shudder through you, “You’re too small for that, let me help”.

You spin around, ready to give the stranger a piece of your mind for the “too small” comment, only to be met with the dangerously gorgeous eyes of Nicholas Amaro, your voice doesn’t seem able to come out any longer, and the caramel of your skin is now twinged with maroon from the tips of your ears to the balls of your apple cheeks.

Amaro is no better, Zara tugs on her dads shirt repeatedly until she gains his attention and breaks through the tension, “Daddy stop staring at the pretty lady, we have to get my book”!

Successfully broken through, you giggle at the little ladies cuteness and turn your attention to her, a grin spread bright across your features kneeling down to her height.

“My names Y/n, can I ask what book you’re looking for, pretty”? You return the compliment, booping her nose much to the little ones enjoyment. — Zara beams, and Amaro can’t help but tune in to such an adorable interaction, yet his eyes aren’t specifically on his daughter any longer, they follow you and your movements instead.

“I’m Zara! It’s called Little Chefs! Papa says I can make double chocolate chip cookies tonight, I’m gonna be a chef when I grow up”.

Her eyes show that youthful innocence that you adore seeing in the kids that come in, so full of life and wonder without a care in the world, as much as you love to complain about your job, there’s also so much that you love about it.

Looking up to Nick, you give him a wave and turn back to Zara, “Is that so? Well, luckily we just got Little Chefs back in stock specially for adorable little chefs like you. Wanna follow me? You and your papa”?

Amaro clears his throat when you both look up at him, he nods trying to gather words that didn’t make him out to be a bumbling idiot.

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon, Zarbear…I promised you a cookbook, yeah”?

Nailed it.

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As you walk down the way too long shelves, you and Amaro fall into casual conversation but every second or so he’ll trip you up with a flirtatious comment or two, and whilst Zara catches on quickly, her mind is too occupied on the thought of cookies and her new book, besides, she and Mama Amaro have been pushing Nicholas to date for a minute now since it’d been a fair amount of time since he and Maria had divorced.

Getting to the aisle, Zara’s eyes focus in on the the children’s corner and the read in, with a head tilted, she grabs onto your shirt and pulls this time.

“I’ve been working here for about 2 years now while I get my PHD- Yes”? You snicker, looking down at the little girls excited expression, eyes sparkling when she points to the corner.

“What’s happening over there”? She asked, letting her hand fall to her side after her mission is completed.

“That’s Suzy Quintallez, the author of the P.I Patty series. She’s doing a read in for the latest installment”.

Zara’s eyes widen wildly in excitement, a squeal leaving her lips as she jumps up and down turning to her dad with hands cupped into a plead, “I love P.I Patty. Papa please! Can I go with the other kids!? Just for a little”? jutting out her bottom lip, a move she knows weakens her father right up.

Sighing, Nick looks back at you, deciding he wants more time to talk and this is a good opportunity. Looking back to his excited daughters face, he shakes his head lightheartedly and smiles.

“Go ahead, Amor. I’ll pay for the book and come get you afterwards, sound good”?

“SOUNDS GOOD! I love you papa”! Zara hugs her dad tightly before running off to join the other kids, leaving the two of you alone.

“She’s adorable, looks just like you. You and your wife are lucky to have such a cutie like her”.

The oldest trick in the book, mentioning a spouse in an attempt to gouge out someone’s love life’s status. — Nick gladly indulges your request for an answer, a soft smirk on his face when he realizes what’s happening, “I’m single, my ex-wife and I divorced a year ago. It’s just Zar and I”.

Licking his lips, you try not to show to find too much enjoyment in knowing he’s a bachelor, “A guy like you? Single”?

He chuckled, nodding, “I’m an SVU detective, sometimes my job can be a tad hectic. What about you? I’m sure you’ve got men nipping at your heels”.

You blush a little, shrugging, “Mm, my ex girlfriend and I called it quits 5 months back and the guy I was seeing turned out to be…interesting in a ‘I need to get the fuck gone’ kinda way”.

Just when Amaro is about to ask more questions, maybe your number. Maybe a date. The mother and son from earlier that you’d completely forgotten about, cut in.

“HEY! We’ve been at this damn register for almost 15 fucking minutes. Care to stop eye fucking this dude and ring us up”?

Flustered and thrown off, you whisper a small ‘Sorry’ and scamper off to the counter.

“Shit. I am so sorry, Ma’am”.

“Yeah, well you should be”.

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After completely forgetting about a customer, you and Amaro had not much time to talk, until he’d come to ring up the cookbook Zara was seeking out. That tint of strawberry has reserved a spot on your face, still embarrassed about your small little fumble that for a moment you don’t even speak nor look at the man until the book is rang up and bagged, you both speak at the same time.

“I’m so sorry-”

“I’m so sorry-”

You both laugh a little, he allows you to go first.

“I’m so sorry about earlier” is what you finally say but Nicholas is hearing nothing of it, shaking your words off as well as shaking his head.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have held you asking all those questions, I just…You’re gorgeous”.

If you had a drink in your mouth, you’d very well have spit it out in that moment, eyes widening, stammering over your words, “I’m- You- M-me”?

He confirms with a nod, chuckling at how cute you are, “Yes, you, Hermosa. I came here to buy a book but I think I wanna leave with your number. Is that okay”?

His soft baby browns stare into your grey ones, lip tugged between your teeth as his words sink in, and not even 2 seconds later are you grabbing the man’s phone and inputting your number in it.

Just after, Zara runs up to her dad with a huge smile on her face, the event nearing an end and all the kids finding their parents.

“Papa, papa! I’m ready to make my cookies”, She runs into his arms to which he happily picks up his princess, an interaction that brings a smile to your face.

“We should get to it then, huh? Wanna say bye to Miss Y/n”?

Zara nods and grabs the bag from your hand, leaning her head on Amaro’s, “Can I tell you a secret, Miss Y/n”? she asks leaning in closer.

“Of course you can, ladybug”! Her energy is contagious, you find yourself leaning in before you’d even answered.

She whispers a little whisper into your ear, Amaro just barely hears. It’s his turn to turn beet red.

“I think my papa likes you”.

Snickering, you cup your hand to tell her a “secret” as well, this time Nick hears clearly, “I think I might fancy him as well”.

Zara giggles happily, pulling back from your “super top secret” conversation and looking back at her dad then to you once more, “Bye Miss Y/n”!

She waves at you to which you return the gesture before looking to her dad, sending him a wink and watching until they’re out of sight.

It’s then that you freak out a little, your feet doing “tippy taps” as you squeal happily, ready to clock out now more than ever.

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That night after all is said and done, though you doubted Nick would ever message you again after sending the test message to save numbers.

That is… until your phone dings just as you’ve gotten out of the shower.

Your smile is absolutely beaming when you see his name on screen.

nicky boy 📱: dinner and skating this saturday? i’d love to get to know you better, pretty girl.

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Now, who were you to turn down Nicholas Fucking Amaro?

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A/N: hope this is what you wanted, beautiful!

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Family Ties.

For: @storiesofsvu Birthday Bingo.

Square: Baby news/ found family.

Pairing: Nick Amaro x reader

WC: 491

Warnings:  SVU case of traffic children and fluffy Nick

Enjoy x

Of all the cases that had come in, this one hit different. Chicago DP were involved and you and Nick were shoulders deeps in the case. Liv had signed you off to stay another week in Chicago, she knew how much work you had put into it and it was so close to the case being closed. After hours and hours of searching and phone calls, you and Nick had finally found where all the trafficked children originally came from and were in the process of getting them all into new homes or getting them back to their families. But out of all the kids, Lara was different. You and Nick had busted into the house finding her on a mattress on the floor and the 10-year-old all but jumped on you when she set eyes on you, never letting you go.

Over time, slowly, she started to open up towards Nick and you both worked with her to jog her memory to remember her birth name and where she was taken from. After days of digging, you finally found her missing persons poster with a toddler photo of her, contacted her parents and they were on the first flight to Chicago. You had been trying to push the feelings away for Nick, but when you saw how he was with Lara and the way he spoke Spanish to her to help her feel comfortable, towards the end of the week you couldn’t shake the feeling of what it would be like to have a family with him. But you put it down to just the emotions of the case and pushed them away even more.

When Lara saw her family walk through the doors of the station she jumped up off your lap and ran towards them. You stood up and watched on with tears in your eyes that this case had a happy ending compared to so many you had worked on. You were trying not to let the tears escape you till you felt Nick’s warm hand come to rest on your lower back. You looked up into his warm brown eyes, that were damp and you both smiled at each other slightly. Nick’s hand ran up from your lower back and up to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. You wrapped your arms around his middle and hid your face in his neck, Nick kissing the side of your forehead,

“I wouldn’t have wanted to work with anyone else on this case”

“Me too” you muttered into his neck.

“It felt like we were a family, didn’t it?” he kissed your forehead again.

You pulled back and looked up into his eyes again and you saw the sparkle in them,

“You felt it too?” you whispered.

“I did, and I think we need to talk about where I ‘am going to take you for dinner when we get back to New York”

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[foryouthem00n]

“Forever.”

A/N: Inspired by the song Biblical by Calum Scott. Just give the song a listen, the entire thing applies to Nick here, not just the lyrics listed below :)

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I slip and wonder who I'd be

If I never found you and you never found me

Well, I don't wanna see

So won't you give me tonight

And the rest of your life

I wanna have it all with you

I wanna have it all with you

And when you open your eyes

I'll be there by your side

I wanna have it all with you

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Your three year anniversary with Nick was coming up in a few days. You wanted to do something special with him, but he’s been swamped with work and expressed to you that he didn’t know if he’d be able to do anything for the occasion. It stung a little, but you knew that Nick doesn’t have a choice and that sometimes it just happens.

When the day of your anniversary came and gone, you had spent it all alone. That night, you were by yourself, watching trashy reality television and eating takeout in your pajamas. Nick wasn’t supposed to be home until super late, so when he came home around 8 pm, you were totally surprised.

“What are you doing home early?” You asked him as he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“I want to take you somewhere.” Nick replied.

“Take me where? I’m in my pajamas.” You pointed out.

“It’s okay, just put on your coat and come with me.”

“Nick, you’re making me nervous. What are you up to?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Nothing, I swear! Now can you please come with me?”

You rolled your eyes as you got up off of the couch to put on shoes and a coat that was long enough to hide the fact that you were in your pajamas.

Nick took your hand and walked you outside to the car. He drove, but no matter how many times you asked, he wouldn’t tell you where he was taking you.

When the car finally stopped, you were at the park by the river. You and Nick had taken Gil and Zara here too many times to count, and have had a few walks with just the two of you every once in a while. It’s peaceful, but not when it’s pitch black and thirty degrees outside.

Nick opened the car door for you, taking your hand and walking with you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on now, Nick?”

Nick stopped in the middle of the walkway near the water, facing you and taking both of your hands in his.

“It’s our three year anniversary. I wasn’t even supposed to see you today, since work has been so crazy. I felt horrible leaving you all alone until tomorrow morning when I should be with you doing something for the occasion, so I left the precinct as soon as I was able to. Do you know why I brought you here?”

“Because you want us to freeze to death?” You joked.

Nick laughed. “No, but good guess. Y/N, this is where we first met. Right in this spot.”

You felt so stupid for not realizing why Nick brought you to the park for your anniversary. You smiled to yourself as you replayed the memory in your head.

The day that you met Nick, you were on your morning walk, and all of a sudden a little girl was running towards you and ran straight into you. Then, a slightly older boy came running, and then, finally, a tall, dark haired man. He scolded the little girl for not watching where she was going, and apologized to you for his daughter running into you. You told him that it was no problem and to enjoy the day with his kids. He told you that maybe he’d see you around sometime and then smiled before walking away with the kids.

You hugged Nick in response. “This is so sweet of you. I don’t know what I was thinking, not putting two and two together. Thank you, baby. This brings back so many memories.”

“I’m so glad that Zara ran into you that day.” He chuckled.

“Me too.” You smiled.

There was a peaceful silence for a few minutes as you and Nick rested on the railing by the water, looking out at the river.

Nick broke the silence. “You know, Y/N, I didn’t just bring you here to make up for not being around on our anniversary.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about something.” Nick sounded serious now.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“We’ve been through a lot, you and me. You came into my life at a really difficult time, but you were exactly what I needed. You’ve accepted me, my kids, my situation, and everything else about me, and you’ve been there for me no matter what. You’ve helped me through a lot of things that not a lot of people would. I just… I’ve never felt a love like this, and I don’t want that to go away.”

Nick took a deep breath before getting down on one knee, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a little box and opening it. “That’s why I would like to know if you’d do me the honor of being my wife.”

You were speechless, tears forming in your eyes. Nick proposing was the last thing that you were expecting to happen when he said that he wanted to take you somewhere.

“Yes, a thousand times yes!” You grinned as you wrapped your arms around Nick.

He picked you up and spun you around before putting you back down, cupping your face in his cold hands and kissing you deeply.

When Nick released from the kiss, he got the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger. You admired the way it looked on your hand.

“It’s so beautiful. Thank you, love.” You smiled.

Nick stared at you, smiling back. He was so unbelievably happy in this moment.

“Baby, as much as I’d love to stand here and stare at your gorgeous face, can we go home? I’m freezing.” You laughed.

Nick playfully shook his head at you, holding out his hand. “Come on, let’s go home.”

You held Nick’s hand as you walked to the car, and as you drove back to the apartment. You shrugged your coat off and kicked your shoes off once you got inside, and Nick did the same. You made your way to the bedroom to get under all of your blankets to warm up.

Nick followed you to the bedroom, stripping of his work clothes, leaving him in just his boxers. He slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your torso and nuzzling into your neck.

You hum in pleasure. “Mmm, you’re warm.”

Nick didn’t respond, just kissed down your neck lovingly.

“I wish that we could stay here forever.” You sighed.

“We may not be able to stay here forever, but we can spend forever together, my fiancée.”

“Sounds perfect, my fiancé. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” You smiled.

You and Nick spent the rest of the night in bed, under the covers, cuddling and being close to each other. You were so extremely happy to have spent three years with Nick, and to be engaged to him and spend the rest of forever with him. Even then, forever still isn’t enough time with Nick Amaro.