#god i fucking love amaros

[corpsoir]

love wins eventually for these pink fucks

amaro is @hottopicabbacchio's ^_^

[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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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”

[scentofdriedflowers]

so I bit the bullet and watched the svu premiere today and well for me it was... meh on the characters/squad... better on the case (heard it was from a real story kind of so...)...

squad is still a mess

Bruno and Velasco are kind of useless and boring I don't see why they're still there, sorry not sorry, one of them AT LEAST gotta go. They don't bring much if anything to the plate like, dudes have been there for 2/3 years now and have still 0 personality and the acting is wobbling at best, also how the fuck Bruno is dressed? he looks like he just got off bed, dude?!

new girl, Silva is it?, is meh, don't like her much, kinda like muncy but better acting at least, I need more to see, now is kind of a show off and bit arrogant on her 'i know things i'm from homicide' like gurl, you've been there 3 weeks tone it down a notch will ya? svu is gonna mentally challenge you, but at least she's kind of competent and can do the boys job alone lol. Imagine being mentored by Velasco tho LOL! big laugh I had there lmao. get me Rollins back ffs

I save Liv and Carisi here, at their best! thank god for a court scene fucking finally they remembered they have a court set. God I missed Amanda being there supporting him and watching him do his magic. Defense lawyers are kind of limp tho, I miss Rita Calhoun or Barth or Buchanan kind of lol assholes sharks but good. Fin is Fin, weird comment on the gun at the shooting range but whatever.

Talking about the shooting range, kind of weird/cringe, what was that?? this showrunner way to write 'team bonding' lol? news flash it didn't work. Also kind of coding this new girl as the Rollins replacement number...5? 6? lost the count , oh look she can shoot 🙄

I still found so many scenes were I'm: 'Amanda should be here', 'it's missing Amanda Rollins hour', yeah there still a big Rollins-shape hole in the squad room, still want her back there, big time.

Also Curry, only 'new' character I really like, but what the fuck is she still doing there??? why? what's the point? she doesn't look and act like a captain that's offending for her, I'm offended on her behalf! get her the deputy chief position for fuck sake! I thought that was the whole point on reintroducing this character!?!!! why Graziano is ruing characters that are not even his?! or if she likes so much svu get her to take the bronx svu to fix and lead, she get the boys out of Manhattan and we're good, and we see 16th interact with her in some episodes.

Bottom of the line it wasn't super horrible but it didn't feel like SVU, it doesn't feel like SVU anymore, since season 24 since Rollins left there's no family squad, they're just coworkers, no found family feelings, no meaningful private scenes, no real bonding...only happen sometimes when the core 4 are together and we need Rollins for that, they don't know how to introduce new characters and make them stick and be loved. When they introduced Amanda, Amaro, Carisi and Barba they were big presence since episode 1 and loved right there, when they introduced Mike Dodds or Kat or Garland they were swept in the family too, but now nothing. Maybe there's no chemistry/feelings with this new actors like there is with Mariska, Ice T, Kelli and Peter, but it's lacking the heart of SVU. and I don't see it happening anytime soon. Also still missing Amanda like crazy and not worth losing sleep over this show. I think I'll tune in when the Rollisi family is in, so episode 3 and 4 for now I guess lol.

rant over✌️

Ah I forgot new opening credit is yikes you get mariska and then a string of men, i think they put the new girl in it already just because if not it looked really bad with just a men cast with M, especially for a show about 99% women trauma. And why it looks so dark?? Why they all dressed in black or dark colors? it ain't a Johnny Cash song, it's missing some colors, also a blonde, just saying. And the precinct too, I miss season 17-20 layout, it had warm colors.

[noellawrites]

Out of all the fandoms you write for, who would you say are the top 5 overall horniest? I know Nick is the top of the SVU scale, but how does that compare if you widen the pool? Is he still the number 1?

i absolutely love this ask and i have been pondering it for a while! so without further ado, may i present to you…

@noellawrites’ horniest characters i write for list! 💖

*this list is ranking the top five characters i write for this is my opinion! feel free to discuss in the comments*

#5 - Marcus White from Superstore

Marcus is always talking about sex and how horny he is, but deep down his heart is really what’s horny. he is a bisexual king and also hella in love with Jonah (i don’t make the rules.) most of the fandom agrees he could get it, despite the show’s running joke that no one likes him. he needs a ten-hour fuck session followed by some good ramen. horny level: 8/10

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#4 - Lalo Salamanca from Better Call Saul

Lalo is dripping in sex appeal, even his words are sexy. he’s drug dealer dilf in the best possible way. i feel like he’s been to several orgies before and also he has a massive schlong. also bisexual and had a fling with Gus Fring happy pride month and once again i don’t make the rules. horny level: 8.5/10

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#3 - Nick Amaro from Law and Order: SVU

Nick is so pretty and he knows it. and he just looks like he fucks, yk what i mean? he can be my baby daddy anytime. all of the shirtless shots of him in SVU? they knew what they were doing to us. bonus points for being a great dad bc that’s hot, too. we love good parenting. horny level: 9/10

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#2 - Rosita Espinosa from The Walking Dead

Rosita’s a badass, she’s gorgeous, she’s a milf, and she’s managed to fuck all the hot apocalypse men. she’s always horny and always ready to kill walkers. she has mad pussy game and gives some crazy head (literally what am i even saying at this point) horny level: 10/10

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aaaaand #1 horniest character goes to: Richie Jerimovich from The Bear !!!

If you’ve seen this show, you know i’m right. i saw someone refer to him as having “futon dick” = he’s a broke ass guy who fucks like god. richie is a big whore with a big dick and oh my god he needs to use it. we better get a sexy scene this season. anyway he always looks like he just fucked someone over a table in the back and you can’t tell me him and Mikey weren’t fuckbuddies. horny level: 11/10

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I love Reka. Will you tell us more?

She and Amaros are this:

Reka is just a nice sweet lady who is trying her absolute fucking best to prove that seeking knowledge and history can be good without being a way to gain power or wealth (or turn into a lich). She wants to find Kalden's lair, and she fucking DID IT, despite generations of treasure hunters looking. The only problem is that she can't get inside and now has to find Kaldren's mate's lair who might have a way past the hemocraft seal since they never had a clutch. She just wants to be able to bring back all of the information that was lost to the fickle bickering of the gods. She knows 9 languages, has a +14 in arcana and history, and she has been on her own since she was exiled from her clan at 15, something she is deeply ashamed of even if it hasn't stopped her from seeking her goals.

She is insightful as hell and immediately sees through and constantly calls Amaros out on his bullshit. She encourages him to tell his charges the truth, and despite Amaros betraying her trust at one point, still helps him out when his lie implodes on him because she is going to Make Him Better if she has to kill a Prince of Hell herself to do it (though she's more of the 'kill em with kindness' type). She's very very smart, and absolutely more booksmart and emotionally mature than Amaros, and they are the only two who can get on the level with one another with significantly less bickering than anyone else. They are so fucking ride or die for each other and it's hilarious given in their first encounter Amaros nearly killed her because she thought he was a vengeful spirit haunting the ruins and attacked him.

[navalcriminalimagines]

This may be inspired by Paul Mendelson’s (Mendelssohn?) personality (and kink) 👀

Summary: You’re a NCIS Special Agent and you’re married to SVU’s ADA Rafael Barba.

Also, I’m not giving info about whether it takes place on NYC or in DC… let’s just pretend SVU and NCIS are in the same city - wherever you want it to be.

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Warnings: possible bombing?

My wife’s a federal agent

“How did the search go?” Rafael Barba nonchalantly asked the squad as he walked up to them, his briefcase in one hand and burning hot coffee in the other. He quickly put the cup down, and walked behind Olivia to grab a handful of snacks. He ate while the squad gave him the latest news. They had been on his nerves to get this warrant, it better to be good.

“Well—“ Carisi started and Rafael instantly tensed. Not a good start. “Technically, we haven’t found anything for our case, but—“

“You’ve been on my ass for the past two days for—anything?” Rafael snapped, looking at Carisi because he was the one talking. He needed to control that, the new detective must feel like he hates his guts. “Be nicer to him, Rafi. From what you tell me, the guy admires you.” You had told him. God, you’re too good for this world.

“But we did find something. We’re not sure what to do with it, though.” Rafael turned to look at Olivia, intrigued. What the hell did they find? And why the fuck was it confusing Liv? She’s been doing this for so many years, nothing should surprise her. “It’s not linked to our case. Come on,” The Lieutenant walked past him and Rafael followed. The rest of the squad followed the movement and for a moment, Rafael felt like they were a bunch of ducklings following their mama. He sighed with the slightest smile at this thought, knowing it would make you laugh.

Liv took him - well, them - to the unused interrogation room. She turned on the lights and a big wood box was in the middle. He stared at it for a moment. “Okay— I give up?” He said-asked, looking to his friend for answers.

“Guns. Bunch of them, Navy property.”

Navy. You. That was all he could think about now. Could he go back a few hours ago, when he woke up with you in his arms? All he wanted to do was to stay in bed all day like you’ve been promising each other for weeks, but you both had intense jobs. You couldn’t just appreciate a day off just the two of you together. Rafael sees you as much as possible, but he can’t help this feeling of missing you. He loves you more than anything, loves being married to you beyond words, but when was the last time it was just you and him? No cases, no duty calls, no unexpected flights to the most dangerous places in the world. You’re dedicated to your job and he loves that in you, no doubt. Sometimes he just wishes you would just be his wife, his Y/N, and not Special Agent Y/N L/N. Why haven’t you taken his name after the wedding anyway?

Oh right, your boss’s rules. What is it again? Never get involved with a lawyer so something? Rafael’s so glad you're a rule breaker at heart.

“Barba?” Liv’s voice tore him away from his thoughts. He cleared his throat before talking.

“Have you called anyone? NCIS?”

“NC—what?” Amaro spoke up.

“Naval Criminal Investigative Service. Are you a real cop, Amaro?”

“What is it? A federal agency?”

“Yeah. They take care of anything Navy related.”

“We already called the FBI.” Liv confessed and Rafael sighed again. He fished for his phone in his pocket.

“Cancel them.” He ordered while entering his latest texts and called your number. You answered by the time he reached the restroom.

“Rafi, love! Is everything okay?” Of course you sounded worried. You and him had so sort of understanding and rules. Being dedicated to your jobs, and yours being unstable, you could go on for hours and hours without giving each other news. He knows that you’d keep him updated when something comes up at work. Just like last month when you had to go on a ship for days. When you called, he knew what it meant. Some days are harder than others, but it does work this way. Especially since your marriage is quite a secret.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine cariño, no worries. I’m actually not calling my wife but rather Special Agent L/N.” He smiled because he loves that. It sounds so right, and even more when he thinks that Special Agent L/N is all his. “Well, I really think Special Agent Barba would sound better, though.” He added.

You chuckled, “Why don’t you become ADA L/N?”

“Hey,” he interjected, “I wanted both of us to use both names, remember?” He reminded you.

“I know, love.” You smiled through the phone. “I’d love to, but for—“

“For my safety, I know.” He finished your sentence, not because he was pissed or anything but he knew this argument all too well. You even broke up after two years of dating after he was in danger because of your job. Worst weeks of his life, but after two years with you, there was no way he was going to give up. He’d been like a dog with a bone until you caved in. “I don't want anything to happen to you because of me.” You cried. It actually was the first time he saw you crying.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. ‘Cause being without you is worse.” He proposed shortly after that.

“Long story short, we have a huge box here. Guns apparently and Navy’s property. SVU called the FBI and I told them to cancel and I’m calling you instead.”

“I—Stay on the line,” you told him and he heard you calling out your boss. You probably had your phone against your chest while you told him what it was about. “Honey?” You were back.

“Sí?”

“Did your squad have it checked before bringing it in?”

“Check for what? A bomb?” A nervous giggle got out of his throat when he said that.

“Yes, Rafi. Did they?” He could hear the urge in your voice. And noises, meaning you were probably activating yourself.

“I don’t—I don’t think so.” He breathed out. “Should we evacuate?”

Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

“Yes. I need you to get everyone out of the building. Without incident, that’d be great. No one stays. And you get out of here as fast as you can, Rafael. Am I clear?”

Rafael saw you on the job only once; when you guys met. It was before he joined SVU, an old friend was in trouble with NCIS and Rafael stuck his nose in it. You, your boss, no one liked it one bit. But the man can be stubborn, and he quickly realized you could be even more stubborn and being sexy while doing so. He needed to have you.

But this was different. A potential bomb was a few feets away from him. Not only him but so many other people. Cops, civilians, criminals. And some people that he realized he actually cared about. “Rafael, my love. I’m gonna stay with you on the phone, okay? We’re on our way. But please, start evacuating.”

He swallowed thickly. “O—okay. I’m gonna get Liv.”

While he was rushing to Olivia’s office, he heard you in his ear again. “Everything’s gonna be fine. Te quiero, mi amor.”

“Te quiero,” he whispered before focusing on the squad. “We—we need to evacuate. Right now.” He said. He hoped he sounded confident and not so scared but he probably failed.

“What?” They all looked at him, confused but somehow they started to move.

“NCIS is on their way. This is not a fucking drill, we need to move! They won’t listen unless you tell them, Liv!”

Olivia nodded and the panic started. This had never happened to the 16th precinct before. There was a whole drill prepared, her officers were supposed to know what to do but somehow, some of them froze when the word ‘bomb’ left Barba’s mouth. “Everybody out! Now!” She ordered and people rushed outside, causing some incident on their way. When Rafael saw a lady on the floor, he helped her get up, and showed her the closest way out. Most officers tried to keep this under control but you can hardly control’s panic.

“We’re just five minutes away, Raf. How’s it going?” You asked.

“Almost all cleared.” He was panting.

“Good, that’s good. Where are you?”

“Looking for Liv. I lost sight of her—“

“She’s probably already out, Rafi. Get out of there!”

“I can’t—“

“Rafael! I’m serious!”

But he didn’t listen. He spotted Olivia in her office and rushed to her. “Liv, what the hell are you doing?” He asked, out of breath from the panic.

“Saving as much as possible, Rafa. Go!” She ordered him but he didn’t listen.

“I’m not going without you! Venga!”

He wasn’t sure what Olivia was doing with her files, it was worrying even more than he already was. He could hear your voice through the phone even if he wasn’t holding it against his ear. You were probably pissed at him and scared as hell, but he couldn’t leave without Olivia. And he wasn’t staying there another minute, so he walked up to her, grabbed her wrist - not caring about being gentle - and bragged her out of the precinct.

Once outside, he saw the squad. “Damn you both!” Fin yelled at them, obviously scared they wouldn’t get out. They knew it all was just prevention, but it didn’t mean they weren’t frightened. A bomb could explode any second for all they knew.

When Rafael put his phone against his ear and asked where you were at, there was no answer. He looked at his phone and the phone call had ended. Before he could ask himself anything, he felt a hand on his shoulder and then arms around his neck. You. He inhaled deeply, taking your scent in. He could finally breathe again, now that you were here.

You briefly held his face in your hands, looking deep in his eyes. You pressed your lips against his, way too quickly, he barely had time to return it and you started to walk away. “We’ll talk about what just happened later.” You said.

Before he could say anything, you were walking into the precinct with your team. You were in a building, where a bomb could explode. You could not make it out of here alive. Rafael’s heart started to pound so hard in his chest, he thought it might stop.

[breanime]

Bre’s Boys: WAP Edition (w/ Bonus Boy)

Tell me what you think! 

warning: steamy; 18+ only!

Billy Russo: Make that pull-out game weak “Shit,” Billy groaned, his hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his deep thrusts, “You’re so wet.” You bit into the sheets, too worked up to speak. “Shit,” he cursed again, the sounds of hard dick slamming against your wet center, filling the room. “So wet,” he repeated. You glanced up and looked at the mirror across the room. Billy’s head was thrown back, his thick brown hair flung back, and his teeth clenched together as he fucked you. “Holy shit,” he gasped out, hips slamming into your ass. You gasped too as the force of his thrusts pushed you up on the bed. You were cumming--again--and Billy cursed--again--as he felt you clench around him. “Shiiiiiiiiiit,” his fingers pressed into your flesh, hard enough to leave bruises, and you felt him cum inside of you, the thick, hot feel of him bursting within you. “Fuck, Billy,” you gasped out as you sunk down onto the mattress, laughing and sighing all at once, “you said you were gonna pull out!” He chuckled, leaning over you and kissing the back of your shoulder. “Yeah, that was before you hit me with that wet ass pussy.”

Logan Delos: Put this pussy right in your face/ Swipe your nose like a credit card Logan was on his back, his wrists tied to the headboard, with a huge grin on his face. His dick was so hard, it was aching, and he could see the precum leaking out. You were standing on the bed above him, fully naked, and he was shivering with arousal. “I’ll give you everything I have,” he said, his voice rough from lust and from all of the begging he’d been doing, “just give me that wet ass pussy, sweetheart, please.” You smiled, and Logan almost cried tears of joy when you moved so you were hovering over him. “Please,” he hummed out, “God, please, give me a taste, sweetheart, please.” “You said you’ll give me everything you got?” You asked, smirking, your legs spread wide above his face, your feet on either side of his head. “You can have my credit cards, my cash, baby, please--” “Shh,” you shushed him, “You’ve been a good boy, let me give you what you want...” You crouched over him and swiped your wet pussy over his nose before stopping at his open, eager mouth. You and Logan stayed in bed for hours after that, and once you were both able to breathe and speak again, he took out his cards and laptop, and the two of you went on a virtual shopping spree. 

Jax Teller: Hop on top, I wanna ride/I do a kegel while it's inside “Fuck!” Jax cried out, laughing at the end of his exclamation. “God damn, darlin’!” You giggled, rolling your hips on top of him. You’d started yoga, and your instructor had you doing kegels, so you figured you’d try it out with Jax and...He fucking adored it; the feel of you squeezing around him like a vice--it was incredible. “Feels good, baby?” You asked, your hands falling down to his chest, scratching his toned muscles. “Feels fucking incredible,” he moaned out, eyes closed, “how are you so wet and so tight and so--” his words trailed off when you did another kegel, and he groaned. The sound made you even wetter, and Jax’s big hands fell to your hips, gripping onto you tightly. He loved it when you rode him, but now, the way you were moving and gripping and squeezing him--Jax was pretty sure his soul was leaving his body via his dick. And he was more than happy to let it go. 

Coco Cruz: Tie me up like I'm surprised “Coco,” you whined, your thighs crushing his head, “baby...” He didn’t answer; he didn’t like talking with his mouth full. Coco had your wrists tied up and resting on your stomach while he ate you out. Your ankles were tied to the bed posts, but you’d already stretched them pretty far. Your hands were in his hair, pulling at the thick, long strands as his tongue slid between your folds and his lips sucked at the wetness gathered there. “Coco!” You screamed, your body jumping when his tongue lapped at your sensitive clit. He chuckled, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his long, calloused fingers slid into you. He curled them, scissoring them inside of you while you moaned his name. Between his tongue, his fingers, and the absolutely SINFUL sounds he was making as he slurped and lapped you up, your entire body was shaking with need for him. You were certain you were pulling his hair too hard, but Coco didn’t seem to mind, especially when you came in his mouth. He came up grinning, licking his lips greedily. “Hell yeah,” he growled, “that’s some wet ass pussy.”

Angel Reyes: He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it Angel’s hands were on your ass, keeping you on him. You were above him as he ate you out, both of you moaning in tandem. Angel could never resist when you wore his kutte...and nothing else. Your hands were in his hair, and you yanked at it, pulling his head back so he was looking up at you. His beard was wet with your juices, and the sight of it made your knees weak. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice deep with desire, “I love the taste of that wet ass pussy.” You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “Yeah? You wanna fuck that wet ass pussy now, baby?” Angel grinned, slapping those big hands on your ass and pulling you to him, both of you falling into the mattress, laughing. He was inside of you in a second, and both of you groaned at the feel of him inside of you. Angel hovered over you, slamming into you while staring at you like you hung the sun. When you reached up and kissed him, you could taste yourself on his lips, and your wetness that was gathered in his beard coated your face as well. “That’s that good shit,” Angel huffed out as he fucked you, “You hear that? Sounds like stirring macaroni.” You laughed, your laugh stretching out and turning into a moan as he picked up the pace. Maybe he wasn’t a poet with the words, but he was a fucking artist with that dick. 

Miguel Galindo: Talk your shit, bite your lip/Ask for a car while you ride that dick Miguel was sitting up with you in his lap, one hand on your back and the other between you, playing with your clit as you rode him. “Fuck, mi amor,” Miguel gasped, kissing your neck, “you’re so wet...feel so good...” You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled it, forcing his head back. He hissed, glaring at you with wide, turned-on eyes. You bit your lip, loving that look on his face. His thumb pressed against your clit as he fucked up into you, and when he spoke again, his voice was breathless and husky. “I can see what you’re thinking,” he said, “tell me what you want.” “A new car,” you answered, swirling your hips on him, “one with all the features and bells and whistles.” He laughed, kissing your chin. “And what if I say no? How are you going to convince me?” You moved your head and captured his lips in a kiss, making Miguel moan lowly. “Come on now, my love,” you whispered, lips still on his, “I know you already made your mind up,” you bounced a bit, and Miguel gasped, “and I already know the answer...” “Yes,” he growled, grabbing you and flipping you so he was on top, “yes, yes, yes.”

Nick Amaro: He bought a phone just for pictures/ Of this wet ass pussy Nick was a discrete man. He kept his private life private, and he liked it that way. But he also liked the games the two of you played, which is why he bought a new phone just for pictures. You were in your shared bedroom, completely naked. You and Nick had been trading pictures all evening; he was in Chicago, testifying on a case, and what started as his showing you his hotel room had warped into sexting. Nick had sent you pictures of his naked abs, his erection, his hand curled around his leaking cock... and now, you were wet. You spread your legs and bent over, snapping a picture from the back and sending it to him. You waited a moment for his response, smiling when his name popped up on your phone; he was calling you. “Hello--?” “--Get on the bed right now,” Nick’s voice came out in a growl, making you even wetter, “and put two fingers in--I wanna hear them going in.” You giggled, nearly diving onto the bed, eager to comply. Nick would be out of town for three more days, and you had a feeling you’d be sending him lots of pictures and videos during the time he was away. Good thing he had a whole separate phone to keep them in. 

Johnny Tuturro: Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in Johnny was staring up at you like you were a goddess because to him--you were. He was on his knees, wearing nothing but his black boxers. You could see how excited he was, his dick was straining against his pants, and there was a wet spot from the excessive amount of precum. His hands were behind his back, as directed, and he was looking up at you with those big, dark eyes. “I love you,” he sighed, nothing but adoration in his voice and lust in his eyes, “you’re so fucking beautiful... God, I need to touch you.” You smiled, maneuvering your leg and draping it over his shoulder, placing your hands on the wall behind him to keep your balance. Johnny didn’t waste a second, he grabbed your hips, keeping you close to him, as his mouth descended on you. You gasped, your head falling forward and your nails scratching at the wall as he ate you out. Johnny loved the taste of you, he sucked on your clit and licked deep, making you shiver as you moaned. The way he touched you, the way he moved against you, showed his love for you. Johnny touched you like you were made of gold, his only goal was to please you--your pleasure came before his every time. Which is why, when it was your turn to get down on your knees, you were more than happy to give him the same energy he gave you. 

Rio: If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"/ When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name “That’s right,” Rio sighed out, his hips meeting yours as you bounced on top of him, “whose is it?” You grinned, your hands on his pecs, scratching at his skin. He watched you as you rolled your hips, his eyes unblinking, focused on you and you alone. “Goddamn,” he groaned, “did you...did you just spell your name?” You giggled, nodding. “Yup.” “Fuck...” Rio flipped you over so that he was on top, fucking you with a new rigor. Where he was slow and deep before, he was fast and rough now, and all you could do was gasp and moan happily as Rio fucked another couple of orgasms out of you. His strokes were incredibly deep, and you cried out, calling his name over and over as he took your body to new heights. Rio leaned down, his mouth on your ear. “This wet ass pussy is mine,” he whispered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice, “yeah... fuck, I know you like it, baby. I can feel it.” You screamed as you creamed on his dick, and Rio laughed as you came again, pushing into you as deeply as he could. “Yeah,” he grinned, “we ain’t done yet, mama.”

Bonus Boy

Pope: I want you to touch that little dangly thang/ That swang in the back of my throat There were tears on your cheeks, but you and Pope both knew they were tears of joy. His cock was deep down your throat, and you were gagging and drooling as you swallowed him down. Pope wasn’t saying much, just letting out deep, low moans and whispering “yes” and “please” as you blew him. He had one hand on the top of your head, strands of your hair wrapped around his bruised knuckles, and the other around your throat. He gave you a light squeeze every now and then, but mostly he just liked feeling his dick in your throat. Your knees were getting rug burned, but you wanted to take your time and show Pope how much you loved him, give him the attention and care he deserved. His hand twitched in your hair just as his dick twitched in your throat. He groaned out your name, and you took a breath through your nostrils, knowing he was close. He came down your throat, whispering your name. You swallowed as much of him as you could, your tongue darting out of your mouth to lick at him. When you pulled back, breathless and full, Pope had only three words to say to you: “I love you.”

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Badge to Case.

For: @thatesqcrush Smutty Summer Bingo.

Square: Dirty Talk.

Paring: Nick Amaro x reader.

Warnings: Smut.

WC: 1627

Enjoy x

The case that you guys were handling had led to another case that had happened in LA and the perp had been caught in Manhattan for the same string of offences. Sonny had been in touch with the ADA in Los Angeles and they were flying out after the Manhattan trail with SVU LA to bring the perp back for sentencing there.      

You had promised you would be in court for Sonny that morning to be there when the verdict dropped, but there was a stack of paper work the LA ADA needed the detectives to bring back and Sonny had asked you to do it. You finished late and got home at almost 1am and then you slept through your alarm. You had just walked into the bullpen when your phone buzzed with a message,

“Missed you in court. Got the verdict we wanted. Drinks tonight 6pm not taking no for an answer, our usual place”

You smiled at Sonny’s message sending back a quick reply agreeing to drinks and got stuck into the day finishing off more paper work related to the case to get the file closed off. Liv walked out of her office at 5.30 with her bag telling you all to grab your jackets because Sonny was waiting for you all for drinks. You let the other’s go ahead wanting to go to the bathroom before you made the quick walk to the bar.

You didn’t take long before you were walking out heading to the bar and making your way over to the usual drinking hole, excited to have a drink and let your hair down after an intense case. You walked to the door pulling it open and stepping inside scanning the room for your friends. Your eyes found Sonny first and he waved to let you know he had seen you when the whole table turned to look at you grinning.

You had seen the dark-haired person leaning on the table between Liv and Sonny but it didn’t click till they turned around with a big smile on their face. You stopped in your tracks and you took in their appearance. Hair swooped to the side set in place, neatly trimmed beard, well-fitting suit and a smile that you had seen from every angle that still made you melt.

Nick started to walk towards you and you matched his steps faster, a big smile and tears rolling down your cheeks. You both rushed towards each other and just as you got a finger length away, you got up on your tippy toes wrapping your arms around his neck, his around your middle and he lifted you up off the floor spinning you around before putting you back on the floor and cupping your cheeks wiping your tears away with his thumbs,

“Don’t cry, Amor”

“I’ve missed you” you sniffed out.

“Me too, so much. I’ am glad you didn’t see me in court this morning, didn’t need your tears all over my suit” Nick chuckled kissing your forehead.

You shook your head laughing while his hands ran down your face to sit on your shoulders and your hands moved to rest on his hairy face,

“What are you doing here? You didn’t call to say you were in town”

“I only flew in this morning with the ADA and the detectives. Sonny set all this up when you didn’t turn up this morning”

“Wait” you raised an eye brow, your hands dropping from his face “What?”

“I’ am a paralegal in the DA’s office in LA. The DA wanted me on it cause your my old squad, thought it would have made everything run smoother”

“How long are you here for?”

“2 nights. 7am flight out the morning after next” You smiled up at him and one of his thumbs came up to run along your chin “I booked our place for 7.30 tomorrow night; think you can make it?”

“I’ll make sure of it”

**

You gave yourself the once over in your hall mirror fixing up your leather knee length tight fitting skirt and tucking in your leopard print shirt before rushing out the door to your waiting uber. It wasn’t long before you were at a spot that you hadn’t been to since before he left. Your tummy filled with butterflies as you walked into the restaurant and Nick instantly stood up from his seat when he saw you and started to walk towards you. Nick took you in his arms, his big warm hands running up and down your back and you melted into him when you felt his lips and his soft beard on your neck,

“God, I missed you” Nick pulled you in closer to his solid body.

“I missed you so much” you squeezed your arms around him.

Nick pulled away looking down at you with a soft smile, he cupped your cheeks and lent forward his lips landing half on your cheek, half on your lips and his forehead came to rest on yours,

“Let’s eat”

The conversation flowed over dinner and you had caught each other up on what was going on pretty quietly, you only speaking over the phone to him 6 weeks ago. Nick insisted on paying and you were standing outside the restaurant almost toe to toe with each other, Nick’s hands on your hips,

“What time do you start tomorrow?” he pulled your hips into him titling his head to the side and licking his lips.

“I have tomorrow off actually” you grinned.

“So, we have all night?” Nick sucked in his top lip “My hotel isn’t far”

Everything happened so quickly and before you knew it you were laying on Nick’s hotel bed in just your panties, your hands pinned above your head and Nick on top of you between your legs, his top half bare but his pants still on,

“Tell me what you want” Nick rolled his hips into you.

“I want you” you purred.

“What do you wanted me to do to you, my love?”

“Nick” you whined pouting “Please, you know what I want”

“You need to use to your words baby.”

“I need you” you shot back.

“The last time you told me that, you let me fuck you against your wall. I need more details Y/N, it’s been so long, I need you to remind me what you like”

“I know you remember” your cheeks blushes. Nick looked down at you with a smirk giving you a wink.

“Come on baby, tell me, please” Nick rolled his hips again, his lips brushing along yours and you whimpered softly, squirming under him when you felt your panties dampen more.

“I want you” you paused taking a deep breath “I want you to fuck me doggy style, hard and fast” your cheeks blushed even more and Nick bit his bottom lip.

“What do you want me to fuck you with?” Nick growled back, pulling back away from you, to get up off the bed, ridding himself of his pants and boxers.

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast with your big thick cock”

A chesty groan left Nick as he grabbed the waist of your panties pulling them down your legs and throwing them on the floor,

“Very good for using your words, my love. And because you did what I asked, you now get what you want”

Nick’s hands came to your hips flipping you onto your tummy and he moved back onto the bed between your legs, grabbing the protection he sat on the bedside table opening it and rolling it on. You felt Nick brushing himself along your core, and you braced yourself onto your elbows, your head falling onto the bed when Nick bottomed out in you.

Nick didn’t give you anytime to adjust to his size, he started thrusting into you, his hands on your hips pulling you back. You started to push back into him. One of his hands left your hips and run up your back into your hair resting there, his other hand in a bruising grip on your hip,

“That’s it Y/N, I forgot how well you take my cock” Nick grunted, feeling his own release getting closer “How much have you missed me? Missed me fucking you?” you groaned.

“So much” you gasped out “Missed all of you Nick”

Nick’s hand on your hip ran around to your clit, his pointer finger rolling across at. A spark shot through you and you pushed yourself up onto you hands and arched your back screaming his name coming hard around him. You had barely come down from your bliss, when Nick thrusted hard, stilled and came deep inside you, your name chanting from his mouth.

Nick moved away for a moment, and you flopped down on your tummy while he quickly cleaned himself up and was back in bed with you, taking you into his arms, his thumb circling on your back and peppering your face with kisses,

“I missed you, but I didn’t know how much until now” Nick muttered and you looked up and him, your hand coming up to rest on his bearded cheek.

“I feel the same” you whispered back.

“Sonny told me there is a position in his office. I want to apply for it”

Your eyes blew open and you smiled big,

“You want to come back to Manhattan?”

“I do” Nick nodded “What do you think?”

“It’s a great idea” you almost squealed. Nick laughed and peaked your lips.

“One question”

“Anything” you smiled up at him.

“If or when I come back, can we pick up where we left off?”

“Yes” you smiled.

“I’ll apply first thing in the morning”

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“Doodling”

So @aprildecker-blog​ asked for this privately, a one shot where Nick and Fin are the only ones who know about the reader’s feelings for Barba and the jealousy of him and Olivia’s relationship. I did my best for it just being a one shot, no time for build up lol.

ALSO-- To the anon who asked for the smutty “reward” for the Defense Attorney S/O, I will write I promise. I just...have to be in the...”mood”, for writing smut, ya know what I mean?

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You were unconsciously doodling on your legal pad as you sat there listening to your ADA drone on about your case. 

You had been over it a million times, trying to find a break in the attackers story; Something to discredit him, anything. 

You had checked out almost immediately after sitting down, you were exhausted from working this case and for some reason the color of Barba's eyes were unusually green today. Or maybe you were just noticing them for the first time.

"Y/L/N," A voice knocked you back to reality. You looked around to see your squad staring at you, Barba had his arms crossed in annoyance. 

"What? Uh, yeah sure whatever you said Barba," You muttered as you looked down at your legal pad; all of a sudden your eyes went wide. 

You had unintentionally been scribbling "RAFAEL BARBA" all over the paper in different signature writing. What was worse, your partner Fin promptly noticed and snickered to himself. 

"Well since you're taking such diligent notes maybe you have something useful to add?" Barba asked in a snarky tone as he gestured to your notepad. 

"Actually Barba can we finish this later I've got a Vic I need to check on" Fin piped up, coming to your rescue. 

"Seriously Fin?" Barba scoffed.

"Yeah Barba you know what we've been at this for two hours, let's pick it up tomorrow with fresh eyes, yeah?" Oliva added as they all gathered up their stuff.

"Whatever," Barba grumbled. "She's your victim," he grabbed his briefcase and walked out of the squad room. 

"Nice taste of men, Y/N," Fin whispered to you. 

"What?!" You acted oblivious. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh don't even" Fin teased. "You're scribbling his name all over your pad like a high schooler,"

"I swear to you Fin, that was completely unconsciously," You put your hand over your heart.

"Maybe subconsciously?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Wha--? No, no of course not--" You were dismissing his accusations when Nick rolled up on your conversation.

"What are we talking about?" He asked.

"Y/N's in love with Barba," Fin smirked.

"FIN," Your eyes widened.

"Oh, that? No shit Fin, where have you been?" Nick laughed.

"NICK," You hissed. "Oh my god…."

"Oh I'm sorry was it supposed to be a secret?" Nick looked around the squad room.

"It's not true!" You denied it, even though your face was turning a deeper shade of red every second.

"Oh please, the way you look at him?" Nick shook his head with another laugh.

"How do I look at him?" You raised your eyebrows.

"Like I look at my abuela's Christmas tamales," Nick wiggled his own eyebrows suggestively, causing you to hit him across the shoulder. 

“Oh my god I do NOT,” You wanted to crawl under your desk and die right there.

“Oh ok, yeah you DON’T,” Nick said sarcastically.

“Yeah well…” You sighed, looking over at Barba and Olivia talking. “It really doesn’t matter,”

“What, him and Olivia?” Fin asked, noticing where your gaze had wandered. 

“Mmm,” You pushed down the jealous feeling bubbling in your gut.

“Aww, YN,” Fin put a hand on your shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry about them,” 

“Yeah they’re more like brother and sister,” Nick agreed. “Who occasionally fuck,” He added under his breath.

“WHAT?!” You practically screamed, causing the entire squad room including Barba and Olivia turned to stare at you.

“I was just kidding Y/N, chill,” Nick muttered, trying not to bust out laughing. 

“I’m going to KILL you, Amaro,” You growled, making him laugh harder.

“Why don’t you just go ask him out, just put a wedge in there if you’re so worried about it,” Fin gestured towards them.

“No!” You hit him this time.  

“Hey, Barba!” Nick called across the squad room.

“Yeah, Amaro?” Barba asked as he walked over to your group.

“Don’t you dare, Nick,” You hissed quietly.

“Are you and Olivia dating?” Nick asked with a straight face.

“Excuse me?” Barba asked with a stunned face.

“Y/N wanted to know,” Nick smirked, nodding at you.

“Oh my god…” You muttered under your breath.

“Did you now, detective?” A smile spread across Barba’s face.

“What? No! Maybe…” Your mind was racing at the sight of him smiling at the thought of you being jealous of him and Liv.

“Well, you’re in luck,” Olivia smirked as she came up behind Barba. “The only man in my life is Noah,” 

“Oh,” You smiled meekly. “Well um, good to know,” 

“Indeed,” Barba was now grinning from ear to ear. “Detective, walk me out?” He offered his arm to you. You looked at Fin and Nick who were smiling triumphantly.

“Yeah, sure,” You pushed your hair behind your hair nervously with a smile as you latched arms with him.

“You’re welcome!!!” You could hear Nick yelling from the squad room as you walked out into the New York Streets with Barba.

“Dinner? On me?” He asked you casually.

“I um, y-yeah!” You blinked in disbelief. “Absolutely,” 

“Good, I’ll see you after work,” He smiled at you with a quick wink as he walked away.

Now you really would have to thank Nick.

[rahleeyah]

OK, look, since someone else mentioned it already in an ask, I'm gonna have to come out here and say something because I am SO confused at them choosing to make Carisi's moment be when Amanda was having labor complications... like... what the hell? That is I swear to God the most random thing. Like, I mean, we're not even talking about the scene where they had the nice moment where he said his ma was lighting a candle for her (which would make more sense if they REALLY wanted to tie this into her pregnancy). Also, I don't get why they brought Murphy back and also had another Murphy mention with Jesse while saying nothing about the real unanswered question which is WTF is going on with Billie/Dr. Al? Like, we knew the Murphy story (although it seemed to be given some new spin when Amanda and him talked), but no one has given poor Billie and us any answers. The fact that WL DIDN'T try to go in a give the Billie story his own take is surprising to me (since I feel like he, in general, takes some weird pleasure in taking control of a character/story from the other showrunners).

And, like, honestly, I sort of wish they hadn't implied that Carisi had a thing for Amanda all along because it sort of cheapens all the nice things they had him do for her over the years. Like, with Liv and Elliot, part of the draw for me has always been that they came upon these feelings for each other in a space where they knew it wasn't an option because he was married. This wasn't like they were looking for each other and neither of them probably ever thought it was possible it would be the two of them. Elliot didn't mortgage his house to get Liv out of jail because he thought he had a shot to get in her pants.

ok i know i been sitting on this for a while bc i don't wanna like stir anything up but i respect you coming in here and sharing your thoughts and i wanna make a place for sharing thoughts so.

imma touch on a few things you said bc i agree with you.

i do think it was super weird to pick that moment for carisi. like "i fell in love with her when she was giving birth to someone else's child (the first time. we all know he was in love with her by the time billie came along)" just. that's just really sad, to me? bc i feel like amanda and carisi at that point weren't really amanda and carisi yet, you know? maybe i'm wrong bc i'm not really watching for rollisi but i feel like that happened a little later. idk i feel like carisi deserved better.

and the murphy thing is just so...like the last thing we hear murphy say about jessie is that he'll support amanda any way she needs and then literally his name isn't spoken again until he turns up at the christmas episode and suddenly all this detail is added in - which, again, to be fair, is the show's mo, they don't tell us anything and then years later throw us a bone - and still no mention of dr al? dr al who asked amanda to marry him and then vanished? why does billie not know who her daddy is? shouldn't jessie really be the one who doesn't know who her daddy is? since murphy's been fucking off to god knows where for years??

i like rollisi together and i'm glad they're together, lemme say that up front, but it did kind of hurt watching carisi sort of pine for her while amanda was with other people when there wasn't something that big standing in their way - like elliot's marriage stood in the way of eo. elliot was married, liv was dating around, it didn't feel so much like one of them all miserable while they had to wait around on the other. he wasn't even her partner, however hard they tried to retcon that in the wedding epi - fin was her partner i will die on this hill it was FIN - and she fucked amaro. now there's the argument to be made that it was easier for her to fuck nick bc she didn't have any big feelings about him and she does have big feelings about carisi, which is the exact same argument i have made about elliot fucking flutura so no shade, but it would have been nice to have seen a little bit more of that kind of fleshing out of what was going through amanda's mind before they got together. but now they are together and they're good for each other and they make each other happy so that's all water under the bridge, really.

[thatesqcrush]

Celebration

VDay Bingo prize for @itsjustmyfantasyroom. Rafael Barba x Reader x Nick Amaro. CW: this is a threesome fic/polyamory fic. It is MFM, smutty and NSFW. Additional cw include: spanking, dirty talk, oral sex (male & female), double penetration, improper use of champagne 😏. Kind of a follow-up on my Barba/Amaro x reader series.

WC: 1.9K

**

You woke up in a mess of tangled limbs and twisted sheets. Two very large arms opposite of one another pinned you down by your abdomen. Sun shone through the curtain windows and was beginning to lighten the room. Your head pounded slightly and your mouth felt dry. The urge to use the bathroom was suddenly prominent and you panicked slightly, seeing as you were pinned by those arms - those golden arms that belonged to two different men who brought you to the height of passion numerous times the night prior. You held your breath as you carefully moved each arm off of you, pausing each time to see if either man stirred. Satisfied they were both still asleep, you scooted down the middle of the bed, until you were off of it. Turning back once more, you confirmed that they were both asleep and you darted off to the bathroom.

Once you were done relieving yourself, you went to wash your hands and wash your face. As you patted your face dry, you gave yourself a good look in the mirror. Your body was littered with marks and distinct fingertip bruises. Your breasts were covered in beard rash burn. Your fingers trailed the bruises and marks, and your mind wandered to the events of the night prior.

**

You were standing on the bar top, looking down at the crowd of revelers that were crowding Forlini’s. “Here is to the new Bureau Chief, Rafael Barba!”

The crowd cheered and from some corner, confetti was blasted into the air. You took a long drag of your drink before looking down at Rafael - who also happened to be your boyfriend. He reached up and you took his hand as you squatted back down to then slide off the bar top. He pulled you in for a kiss and you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him deeply in return.

The sound of a whistle behind you caused the kiss to break and when you turned around, your eyes met soft chocolate brown ones that belonged to Nick Amaro. To your squad, Nick was just your partner and friend, nothing more. But in reality, he was the secondary partner in the hierarchical polyamorous relationship with you and Rafael. What started as a “one-time” thing on your birthday many moons ago had now become a full fledged relationship. The three of you were completely content to keep the relationship under wraps. 

You smirked at Nick. “Oh shush now.”

Nick raised his brows. “Excuse me now?”

“You heard me.” You winked. You took a step back and wrapped your arm around Rafael’s side. 

Rafael moved to nuzzle your cheek and you shivered as he made way to your ear. “You’re gonna pay for that later.”

**

It always worked the same way. On special occasions, a hotel room would be booked. Nick would swing by at check-in, get everything brought up to the rooms, and then get the key-cards. He would go back to the squad room where he would bring the two remaining key-cards to you and then on your weekly lunch “check-in” with Rafael, you would drop off the other key-card to him. 

Once in the room, Rafael would call and tell the front desk that the room was not to be disturbed for the night. You would hang the “DND” sign on the door anyway. Nick would pour some drinks and then it was on. 

And tonight was no different. 

Your head rested on Rafael’s shoulder as he cupped your naked breasts from behind. All three of you were on the bed, passing a bottle of champagne. Nick poured some champagne down your abdomen, and then pressed soft wet kisses, licking up the liquid. When he got to your navel, he sucked the champagne that pooled there and then sucked a mark into your skin. You hissed slightly and then moaned as Nick ran his tongue over your skin, soothing it. Rafael turned your face to him and captured your lips with his, his tongue exploring your mouth. 

Nick settled between your legs and spread them apart. Kisses were pressed along your thighs. Your heart was racing in anticipation of what was to come. His fingers explored, tracing your folds before teasing your clit. “Already so wet.” Nick praised quietly.

You gasped as a sharp slap was delivered to your cunt. The sizzling sting only served to heighten your arousal. Nick looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours and then slapped your pussy again, this time more sharply. You sucked in a breath. “Oh god!”

“This is for earlier.” Nick replied. “Barba, count her spanks.”

“With pleasure.” Rafael replied. He counted out loud as he began to massage your tits harder, pulling, tugging and twisting your nipples. Nick doled ten more sharp spanks to your cunt. By the time he was done, your pussy was hot, red and needy. Nick palmed your cunt and then used the heel of his palm to rub your clit. You let out a whimper as you felt your orgasm begin to build. Nick continued to rub your clit, his brows furrowed in concentration, watching as your arousal dripped out. Suddenly his hand left your pussy and you let out a groan of denial which then turned into another gasp as Nick poured champagne all over your bare pussy before delving in. You gasped in shock and then let out a moan as Nick licked a broad stripe on your core. You rocked against Nick’s mouth, moaning and sighing. 

“Fuck! Fuck, oh fuck!” You moaned as Rafael continued to play with your tits and Nick ate you out.  He chose to focus on your swollen nub, rubbing small circles on your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your legs shook and Nick used his hands to keep you steady as he fucked you with his mouth and fingers.

The familiar coil in your belly began to tighten once more and you knew you wouldn’t last long as your legs began to shake. 

“That’s it – come for us.” Rafael encouraged you. Nick twisted his fingers inside of you and focused his energy again on your clit. The coil snapped and you squeezed your eyes shut as you groaned out Nick’s name.  Nick continued to lap at you as you rode out your orgasm.

You shuddered, your breath heavy and you tried to move up and away, your body overstimulated. Your skin was slick with sweat and it was starting to get sticky from the champagne. Nick made his way back up to you and kissed you, his tongue sweeping yours. You could taste the mix of your release and the champagne on his tongue. Nick grabbed your arms and encouraged you off Rafael, rolling you on top of him.

You rolled your hips and slid your cunt against his cock, which was red and weeping. Rafael moved off the bed and walked over to the table where the lube and condoms were. He watched as you began to bounce on Nick’s cock as he slid the condom on and slicked it with lube. 

He squeezed some more lube onto his hand and then made way back to the bed. He leaned over and sucked on your breast before moving back and pressing his hand down the small of your back, leaning you forward. You acquiesced, knowing what the intentions were. Rafael slicked your rosebud with lube and slid a finger in quickly. 

Nick brought you down, so you were almost lying completely on top of him. Rafael returned and he squirted a glob of lube over your ass before gently inserting his finger.

You groaned at the sensation. You bit your lip as Rafael played with your ass. “How’s that? That feel good?” Rafael whispered, as he gently grazed your skin with his teeth.

Rafael was able to see you nod. Nick held you in his arms, as he also stilled his movements. You felt Rafael’s cock brush against your ass before pushing the head of his fat cock inside of you. Rafael worked his way inch by inch until he was fully seated in your ass. You let out a wrecked moan at feeling so completely full. Both men stayed still – letting you adjust to the feeling. 

Rafael laid down a spank on your ass before grabbing a fistful of flesh with both hands and used it to drag you against his cock. 

“God that ass is so tight.” Rafael groaned. “You take my cock in your ass so well. Tell us how much you love getting fucked by two cocks.”

“I-I- love it.” You groaned as now Nick began to pump up and into you. “Love being...oh, fu-so, full.”

“Such a good slut taking both our cocks.” Nick grunted as his hands moved to grab your tits. “Needy slut needs to be filled. One cock isn’t good enough, hmm? You need two don’t you?”

“Yes! I need it! I need to be filled. Use me papi, use my holes!”

The sound of skin on skin filled the room along with the sounds and grunts the three of you were releasing. 

“Yes, oh God, yes!” you cried out. You pussy throbbed with need and you were so close to the precipice again. Just a few strokes on your clit by Nick and you were done. You wailed both their names over and over again as you came, your pussy gripping Nick’s cock and your ass clenching Rafael. You completely dissolved into pleasure as your orgasm rippled through your body. Nick stiffened as he came, grunting your name. You could feel his release drip out of you.

“I’m gonna - fuck!” Rafael babbled and he suddenly withdrew. He pulled off the condom he wore and squatted over you. 

“Open that mouth.” Rafael roughly ordered.

Rafael fed his cock into your willing mouth and began to fuck your mouth. You let out a muffled moan as Rafael abused your throat the way he abused your asshole. Rafael let out a string of spanish curses as he stiffened, shooting his salty load in your mouth. He rubbed his cock roughly, squeezing his length making sure you got every drop. “Clean that cock.” 

You complied, licking and slurping his cock, making sure every drop of his release was licked off. Satisfied, he then withdrew from your mouth and immediately latched onto your tits, sucking. Nick reached down and began stroking your clit. 

“Your turn hermosa. Come for us again.” Nick ordered.

You let out a whine as you did, feeling your orgasm wash over you - at this point, you lost count at how many times you had cum. Rafael removed his mouth from your tit and looked up at your wrecked face. “Good girl.”

In post-coital bliss, the three of you just laid there, panting and trying to recuperate. Eventually you all both fell asleep, completely spent.

**

You made your way back to the bedroom. You found both men awake, Rafael reading his phone, and Nick ordering room service.

“Morning sweetheart.” Rafael greeted. You smiled and crawled back into bed. You noticed his morning wood and began to stroke him as you kissed him. Nick turned to watch you and Rafael begin to go at it. 

“Okay, yeah, that’s it. Okay. 45 minutes.” Nick rushed on the phone, before slamming it back down onto the receiver.

“We got 45 minutes.” Nick said loudly. “What can we do in all that time?” 

You broke the kiss and turned to Nick, a large smile on your face. “Hmmm, what can we do?” You wondered as Rafael began to make his way down so you could sit on his face. 

FIN.

**

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[qvid-pro-qvo]

headcanon: “what your first kiss with the SVU boys looks like”

these got a little... out of hand. hence the “read more.” i guess it’s just my way of saying happy thanksgiving. 

gender neutral reader. created in conjunction with @hurricanejjareau.  

rafael barba -

it’s a couple of dates in, and you’re on cloud nine. being with rafael barba is as easy as breathing. 

after all, the tension has come and gone, at this point. you’ve seen the uptight rafael barba, the one that pushes and pushes the squad to do more, do better, do what he needs. you’ve seen the crazy rafael barba, the one that takes a belt and loops it around his neck because he knows he’ll get the win. you’ve seen the distraught rafael barba, the one that squeezes the back of squadroom chairs because the pieces just don’t line up. 

but so has everyone else. so has amanda, and liv, and nick, and fin. they know that rafael barba. that rafael barba is a little snide, a little sharp around the edges. everyone gets the wit, the charm, the little smiles. 

but little does the squad know that this rafael barba... is all for you. 

no one else gets this. no one else gets the rafael barba with an open button-down collar and blazer. no one else gets the dinner and a walk to pass the time. no one else gets the little smiles across the table, the gentle feeling of his hand in yours, or the tug as he loops your elbows together and settles on a destination that you’ll find together. 

no one else gets that grin - the way it softens his face, makes his eyes a little half-lidded. 

it’s safe to say you’re falling for him. and safe to say that by the time the second date is over, you think he’s falling for you, too. 

you’re close enough to your place that a few stories and rounds of laughter has you walking up the steps, rummaging around for keys that are invariably at the bottom of your bag. you keep glancing up, which kind of hurts the hunt, but you don’t mind because each time you see him. that little smirk, the settle of his body against your doorframe. you almost wish he had a tie, so you could press your fingers against, smooth it down his front. just an excuse to touch him a little more. 

“same time next week?” he asks, and it’s as easy as breathing, as smiling, as laughing with rafael barba to give an answer. 

“i wouldn’t mind sooner,” you say, and when that brings out his smirk you can’t help your little laugh. “if we both can swing it, of course.” 

“of course,” rafael says, and he’s pushing himself upright, leaning forward, and kissing you. the only hint was a glance to your lips, and you’re taking it, hand on his shoulder, curling a little around his neck...

oh. 

oh, he’s kissing you. 

it’s just as easy. it’s just as simple, it’s just as perfect. it’s like breathing, the way it comes out, and when he pulls back he looks just as shocked as you. blinks, like he wasn’t expecting to end the night on such a note. 

“was - was that all right?” he asks. you can see his mind start to race. 

you’re sure to quiet it with a grin. a nod. a “yes, that was perfect.” 

and if he lets you, you’ll add another kiss. 

sonny carisi -

where are you?

it’s the text you send for the third time, your foot tapping eagerly in the gallery. the jury’s back, after all. the jury’s finally fucking back, and sonny should be here. it’s your case, after all, weeks of work all for this.

barba turns around, raises a brow at you. asking the same question you are. but there’s no response, and you eventually sigh, shrugging your shoulders.

barba nods. turns back to judge barth, who settles into her seat. who looks to the two counselors, who both let her know.

they’re ready.

your phone hasn’t buzzed. and it doesn’t. not as you squirm, williams staring at you from his seat at the defense bench like you’re a meal.

but that smirk is gone once he turns to the judge. that smirk is gone as he stands, lifts himself up to face them. it’s gone as judge barth turns to the jury and smiles, genial, polite.

“has the jury reached a verdict?”

“we have, your honor.”

“proceed.”

the forewoman lifts the paper to her face. slides her glasses on, clears her throat. your hand is gripping the pew in front of you, and your knuckles are white.

“on the first, second, and third charges of rape in the first degree, we find the defendant, luke j. williams, guilty.”

your heart leaps. you see the way his face falls, even from the side, and the relief that fills you is almost crushing. you want to collapse, with the exhaustion, with the exhilaration. and then your phone buzzes.

im coming up the steps right now i swear to god

and you can’t stop yourself. you’re pushing past liv and amanda, pushing out the courtroom doors. your grin is unmatched as you sprint through the halls, shoes pounding against the marbled floors.

the outside is a downpour. you barely notice. you’re searching, hunting, and when you see him it’s because you can see the shine of his hair from rain, the gel.

god, sonny carisi.

he sees you next, like he was searching, hoping, praying you were there. and when you push into the downpour, out from under the overhang, the rain is but the background as you slam into his open arms.

“we did it?” he asks, over the sound of water against the streets, the slide of taxis through puddles. “we actually fuckin’ did it?” the exhaustion for you is eyes half-closed as he pulls you against his chest, while for him his words blend together in a mix of Staten Island and too little sleep.

“we did it,” you gasp out, and when you pull back it’s to place a hand on either side of his face. “we did it.”

and you kiss him.

you kiss him.

oh, god, he kisses you back.

nick amaro -

how fucking dare he. nick fucking amaro.

your hands clench into fists at your sides, the sides that ache after the hits you took just an hour earlier. your partner is glaring at you, eyes alight with frustration, and you can’t help the way your jaw clenches.

fucking gorgeous nick amaro.

if you had a choice you wouldn’t be in love with him. because nick amaro himself would tell you not to be. but you can’t help the way you stumble into caring for him, into feeling for him, into truly desperately wanting him.

“what the hell was that?” was the first thing he’d asked you, and you hadn’t had an answer for him. not one that’d make sense. after all, partners are supposed to protect each other, but it’s that desperation that had thrown you into him to take the hit, to get the bullet in your vest.

“i saved your life, and this is how you thank me?” you’d shot back. “you gonna give me a lecture in front of the whole damn squad room?”

and cragen had agreed. told you to sort it out, and so nick had rolled his shoulders, gritted his teeth, and the two of you had moved to the locker room to have it out.

and now you’re standing in front of him, watching him go at you for doing something so incredibly stupid —

“stop being a damn martyr, nick!” you snap. “say thank you and we can just move on!”

“i don’t want you getting hurt for me! i don’t deserve that, don’t you get it? you don’t deserve that!”

“i think i’ll be the fucking judge of what i do or don’t deserve! i think i’ll be the one who makes the call about which stubborn stupid detective i get a bruise for!”

“so you’re gonna get yourself killed? for nothing?” his nostrils are flaring, and he lifts a hand to run it through his hair, to turn away and then back to you, close, nose to fucking nose. “for me? no, i won’t let you.”

“i can handle it,” you mutter. he’s close enough you don’t have to yell, close enough that it makes your voice a little weak.

“you almost didn’t,” he pushes, and this time your hand reaches out to poke him in the chest. your fingertip digs into his skin a little, right above his heart. 

“but i did. and i’d do it again. however many times it takes, i’d do it again.”

“how many times it takes to do what?” 

there’s a beat. he looks at you and maybe, just maybe, he sees you. sees you. “what?” he asks, and you swallow.

when your eyes meet his, they’re shining, just a little. “you know damn well what, nick. you fucking know—“

it’s a collision, your lips. it’s nothing dainty, it’s barely even breathing. it’s an unstoppable force against another force of his own, and when your hands lift to his hair it’s to grip and never let go.

mike dodds -

he’s your sergeant, you tell yourself. you remind yourself, you almost have to. he’s your superior, he gives you orders, he can’t be the one you want to...

anyway.

so you move on. you try to. you try to ignore the way he smiles at you, the way that he grins when the case goes well. the furrow of his brow, the slightest purse of his lips when he’s frustrated. he came to the squad a stranger, someone you can’t trust, and he’s here now like a friend. sergeant michael dodds. the son of william dodds was supposed to come and be the voice of reason, after all, a way to keep an eye on the manhattan special victims unit. but you just know him as mike.

as “mike, stop hogging all the creamer.” as “mike, i swear to god you better not lose my favorite pen.” as “mike, we’ll get him, we’ll get him.”

and you can’t ignore it, not really. not when looks get purposeful across the room, not when you find the two of you leaning into each other. touching, brushing, smiling, watching, waiting.

and you care about him. you really fucking do.

it’s a win that gets you in the end. emotions are high, and the day ends on a high note, too. you’re packing up, and mike sees you. reaches out to you, gestures to the elevator as his duffel goes over his shoulder.

“can i walk you out, detective?” he’s smiling. you smile, too. it’s easy, being with mike, and you can’t help but laugh a little at the formality. your laugh makes his smile a grin, and he shrugs. “finishing out the work day.”

“sure, sarge. i wouldn’t mind the company.”

it’s snowing, but the walk is... easy. it’s bundled up, and the two of you end up leaning against each other. shoulder to shoulder, his head leaned toward you as your laughter echoes down the sidewalk. walking out becomes walking home, and there’s nothing that either of you want to stop.

it’s snowing. snow in mike’s hair. in mike’s eyelashes. on the curve of his cheekbones. and you don’t even notice the two of you have stopped walking until his hand reaches for the crook of your elbow.

“i don’t want this walk to end,” he admits, and you look up at him with a blink. “i don’t want time with you to ever end.”

your laugh is shocked out of you. because home is still so far, and honestly, you don’t want to ever make it.

“so do something about it, mike.”

he has to bend down, and you’re pushing up. it’s sudden, but not quite a surprise. it’s a kiss with the streetlights on you, with the warmth of his breath on your nose after. and when he grins this time, you’re matching it.

peter stone -

amanda is a meddler. sonny carisi is a meddler. odafin tutuola and olivia benson are all meddlers, and you can’t believe them.

or, actually, you can. which is so much worse.

adjusting to peter stone was, in fact, an adjustment. in more ways than one. warming up to him took time, took a lot of moments where you think about the fact that he could be a lot worse.

and what makes it even more difficult is you want to hate him. you want it to be easy to ignore him. to not think about him. but you can’t. you can’t, not when he looks like that.

and amanda picks up on it, dammit. she sees the way you can barely look him in the eye, and sends you to his office anyway. and she lets you invite him out to forlini’s, and she lets you sit across from him at the table, and she nudges your leg as the two of you end up talking all night.

“you’re an enabler,” you sigh at her, when peter leaves, citing a work obligation in the morning. and she just smiles, tipping back her glass.

so you don’t know what you can really expect from the lot of them. not.. something like this. not texting you to meet them at forlini’s and then ditching the both of you. you and peter, standing at the door, looking in and seeing nary a squad member in sight.

“looks like we’ve been duped,” peter says, and you turn to look at him with a weary gaze. it says something that he can grin right now, can look at you and twist his lips up in that signature way of his. all-knowing, all-teasing. and that smirk settles in your gut, makes your own peek out.

“leave it to amanda, i suppose,” you reply. “and i was really looking forward to a drink.”

you peek back in. and then you hear peter’s voice behind you, his phone up to his ear.

“yeah, you guys got a table for two?”

he’s a smooth-talker, that’s for sure. especially when it’s just the two of you across an appetizer, the two of you with glasses of wine too big for your bank account. he makes you laugh, snort a little, and you manage to finagle a blush onto those cheeks of his. when the night is over, the two of you end up walking and talking, prolonging the evening until it can barely be called evening anymore.

it’s a park that does it. the two of you stepping over crunching leaves that makes you stop, stare.

“was this a date, peter stone?”

and his smile is sly when he stops himself, turns to you and bites his lower lip.

“might’ve been. is that okay?”

you think back on the evening. on the way that he’s looking at you right now. the way he has been all night.

“yeah, i’d say so.”

with a step towards you he grins. reaches for your hand and takes it. “how about this?”

“that’s all right, too.”

and when his other hand comes up to cup your cheek, the way the night is going is more than okay with you.

“and this?” he asks one final time, and your breath of a yes is against his lips, pulling him close so your grin presses into the way he kisses you.

-

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[plaidbooks]

arguing and accidentally confessing that they love u/ with the boys?

Reader is a detective in all of these

Rafael: It happened in his office--he was walking you through your testimony, something you’ve done often. But it had been a rough case, and you were both feeling the pressure. As such, Rafael went a little too hard on you in the fake cross, and you finally stood, telling him to fuck off and that you were done for the night. He’s just as defensive, telling you that if you couldn’t handle him crossing you, then you’d fall apart when Buchanan went at you. Maybe you should just not testify.

That was enough to have you whipping around, a finger in his face as you told him to get off your back. But Rafael’s not backing down, and you’re standing nose to nose, screaming at each other. Then, you fall to silence, chests heaving, glaring at each other. Rafael breaks first, closing his eyes, huffing, and turning away from you. “I only want you prepared because I care about you.”

You froze, not believing your ears. “Excuse me?”

“I care about you,” he says again, louder this time. You let out a sigh, retaking your seat and asking to talk.

Sonny: It happened in an empty courtroom, one that Sonny was using to prep a victim. You sat in the gallery, mimicking if you were really in court, so that the victim could remember where you’d be if she needed the help. That is, until Sonny made her cry, and she ran out of the courtroom.

“Carisi, what the fuck? You only have two people testifying; try not to burn all your bridges!” you yelled at him, berating him.

Sonny glared at you. “It’s not my fault you can’t bring me a solid case, with credible sources!”

“You’ve done more with less! What’s the problem this time?”

He shook his head, muttering something about being distracted. “Well,” you continued, “if you can’t focus, then maybe give this case to someone who can.”

“Maybe I will! God knows I can’t concentrate when you’re here!” He let out an exasperated sigh and you glared at him, thinking he must really hate you.

“Sorry I’m in the way,” you reply, turning for the exit.

“That’s not what I meant!” he called and you stopped, but you didn’t look back. “I--I love you, doll, and I can’t--” You didn’t hear the rest as you left the courtroom, confused tears in your eyes.

Nick: You were in the field, chasing a perp. Nick went another way, attempting to cut them off. Once Nick blocked their way, they stopped, trying to figure out where to go. But you slammed into them from behind, pushing them against a wall. What you didn’t know, however, was that they were armed. They turned, swinging their knife, slicing your abdomen--not deep enough to cause much damage, but enough to hurt, blood dripping from you. You grabbed their wrist, wrestling the knife from them just as Nick came up to help.

Once cuffed, Nick’s giving you a look. “That was reckless.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like you’ve never done anything reckless, Amaro.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means get off my back.”

You had both been walking back to the car while yelling, and Nick deposited the perp in the back. “Look, I just don’t want you getting yourself killed. Lift your shirt and let me see the damage.”

“Oh fuck off with your boy scout rhetoric! Let’s just get back--I’m fine--”

Nick grabbed your arm, cutting you off, and turned you to face him. “Let me see it.”

“Let go of me!” you yelled, ripping your arm from his grasp. “I don’t need your help!”

Anger flashed over his expression before it softened. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. You’re my partner and....”

“And what?”

“And...I love you, okay? Now let me see it.” You didn’t stop him as he lifted the hem of your shirt, gauging your wound.

Mike: He pulled you into an unoccupied room, far away from others. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked tersely.

“My job? I’m following a lead--”

“Illegally! If we gave any of this information you’ve gathered to Barba, he’d have to recuse himself, if he’s not fired, you right there with him!”

“But-but we can’t let him get away with this!” you yelled.

Mike ran a hand over his face. “That doesn’t mean we can break the law!”

“Why not? I’m sure your father would get you out of hot water!”

It was like you had slapped him in the face, and you regretted it the moment you said it. “So, is that how you think of me? Skating by on my father’s title?”

“N-no, I don’t, Mike. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--”

“Because I thought you may like me as much as I like you. But maybe I was wrong.”

You felt your heart shatter as he turned and headed for the door. He opened it, but paused before he fully exited. “Continue down the path you are, and I’ll have no choice but to tell Liv.” And then he was gone.

[storiesofsvu]

Law & Order OC & SVU thoughts from tonight!

I literally have zero memory of what happened last week on OC.

THIS IS SO AWKWARD OMG THE SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT IN THIS MOMENT JFC. (Plus we all know she’s not actually drunk, she’s playing him, right??)

“All men are pigs” yeah bestie you got that right!

“Im your son” ???? EXCUSE ME??

Ayanna is SO hot jesus

WHY DOES IT SEEM LIKE STABLER’S IN CHARGE?? IF I WAS BELL I WOULD BE *SO* MAD AT HIM

GOD SHES SO BADASS AND I LOVE HER.

Ayanna in that vest all bad ass holy HELL🥵🥵 PETITION TO GET HER IN HER DRESS BLUES AT SOME POINT CAUSE I MIGHT DIE

Okay… fucking CALLED the wife getting taken out. But like… they went katt level agnst with the husband having to hear her get shot over the phone JESUS

SVU TIME! Thank god!!

*insert spongebob “i’m ready” meme here*

Okay so noah’s asking paternal questions, does he know he’s adopted yet.

Oh god we’re still trying to incorporate covid. Why couldnt we just pull what grey’s did.

Okay that’s the best way to intro Nick. (But that is some bad acting from m…that reaction?)

THANK FUCK for this beard wow. Hello amaro…

Also…. Amaro & amanda keep in touch? Love that.

Lowkey hate that this dude is someone from Liv’s past, and has already been on an ep of svu as a diff character, but i guess i’ll deal with it.

I feel like i havent watched SVU in AGES…. Too much HOC….

God the title card is fucking pathetic with just the four of them…

CAAAAASSSSEEEEYYYYY

(I dont remember that scene happening? Am i crazy?) also pls let her actually get a flashback with dialogue?

MEEELLLIINNDDDAAAAA

ALSO Nick using her first name?? Her lil teasing of “doctor”?!!??!!!

“Youre detectives go places” “i wish they wouldnt”

OKAY THEN WHY DID WE HAVE TO GET RID OF KAT???!!🤬

God this is fucking hearbreaking already….

“Stabler… Burton… something’s goin’ on” AMANDA CALLING IT LIKE IT IS!!! (Also DAMN she look good)

CRAGEN!! YES!!

Amaro sweet talkin his way into everything as usual. Fucking perf.

This suspect is a fucking creep

When are we gonna see Pheobe again? (Should i start to write for Pheobe??🤔)

K so i dont remember this whole grooming storyline, did they cover it in the older eps

OMFG THEY FUCKING BANGED??!! LIV IS NAKED UNDER THOSE SHEETS!!

THE EOS MUST BE FUCKING LIVID

I LITERALLY HOLLARED AT THE SIGHT OF THIS JFC…. WE HAVENT HAD A “SEX SCENE” SINCE CASSIDY.

“He needs a lawyer” “and i know exactly who to call”

MY HEART JUMPED AND WENT “IS IT BARBA OR RITA OMG!!” Fuck… i forgot langan was in this ep….as if liv would call trevor??? Like he hasnt been on since noah was a baby….rita & raf have been on WAY more often & more recently…

Honestly not surprised about that twist…..

This dark brown blazer is the fucking worst…..

Okay but does anyone still OWN a cassette tape player??

There’s only 10 mins left how are we going to resolve this!???

Liv literally say that she has to recuse herself, but is still super involved with the case.

Protective Amaro!!! I am here for it (now punch Stabler pls)

Jfc. Liv…. Nick was just trying to talk some fucking sense into you… chill…

Okay… im glad she apologized to Nick…

[thebmatt]

FFXIV Write 2021 Prompt #22: Fluster

Fluster – make someone agitated or confused.

Aetherytes were constantly busy. You learned pretty quick to move away from one as soon as you manifested next to one, lest someone suddenly appear next to you and knock you both down.

Old Man Franks, tired as he was, almost forgot this, and only barely missed being clipped by an arriving Roegadyn armed with an enormous spear on his back.

He quickly moved out of the plaza and cast a quick glance about, and then raised his hand to his ear, activating his linkpearl

Rheika’s voice answered him. “Heya Franks. You get to the Toll already?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I take it you’re not?”

“Not yet. Fearless isn’t answering her ‘pearl, so Dahk and I went to her place. Ranaa said she and Makoto went to the Sekiseigumi HQ, so we’re headed there. Turns out she left it at home. Again. Anyway, go on in and figure out what’s going on, we’ll be there as soon as we find her. “

“Copy that. Hopefully whatever this is can be resolved fast. I need to catch up on some sleep.”

“Did you stay up all night working on cross-world portals again?”

“I admit nothing, see you soon.” He disconnected the link before she could chastise him further and headed into the Seventh Heaven bar. A few of the regular patrons tossed greetings his way, which he returned as best he could in his sleep-deprived state,

The bouncer who guarded the door to the Rising Stones nodded at him and stepped aside. Franks strode in, turning to shut the door behind him quietly. Darn thing tended to slam, he’d been meaning to install something to slow it down. Maybe after some rest today.

“All right, Tataru, what is this emergency…about…” Midway through his sentence, he’d turned to face the room. Sitting at one of the table were Tataru, Y’shtola, and someone who shouldn’t be there. Someone who couldn’t possibly be there. Because she was dead.

Standing up at the table, hand over her mouth and tears streaming from beautiful sea-green eyes that he hadn’t witnessed in years, was a viera woman that happened to be the spitting living image of the woman he’d married so long ago.

She dropped her hand, looking for all the world as happy as the day they’d wed. “Hello, my love.”

Twelve forfend, it sounded like her too. “What the hells is this? No…you’re dead, this is some kind of trick!” He pointed a shaking finger. “You’re a godsdamned Ascian, you HAVE to be! How the hells did you make someone look like her??”

She ran to him. “Darling, no, it’s me, I swear it!” She moved in close, trying to embrace him, but he backed away, shock and anger on his face.

“Fandaniel, that you? Because you just crossed a fucking line, you piece of filth, and I’m going to make you regret it!”

The woman looks over to Y’shtola, panicking. “He…what’s happening, who does he think I am?”

Y’shtola has already moved next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and holding the other with her hand. “Aleister, I swear to you on my life, this is not a trick. Do you remember how Rheika unmasked Elidibus, by tricking him about the Amaro? It proved that an Ascian can’t access memories of their hosts, do you recall that?”

He had stopped backing away, but his eyes didn’t waver from the woman who looked like his wife. He nodded.

Y’shtola looked to her. “Tell him something that only you would know. Something you’d never reveal under even the gravest duress.”

Her eyes danced back and forth, considering, thinking. Finally, they widened and she smiled again. Closer and closer, she approached him, but now he didn’t move. Could….could it be?

She whispered in his ear and he cried out in joy. His world faded, and there was nothing more than the woman in front of him. He pulled her in, crushing against her. Her arms wrapped around his back and pulled in just as strong. So many sensations, so many memories flooded him, and he took all of them in. The scent of her, the feel of her living body preseed to him, the sound of her voice as she whispers her love between sobs. He could not reply, too overwhelmed to cry and breathe.

Tataru moved next to Y’shtola, unable to take her eyes off of the embracing pair. “It…it really is her.”

Y’shtola nods.

“But…how?”

“I think that story is best told to us from them. Once everyone has joined us. I think our resident Old Man may finally be ready to open up, since the loss that caused him so much pain is no longer lost at all.”

Finally, Franks was able to catch his breath and he pulled back to look at her. He kept her close, arms wrapped around her waist, as though he feared she might vanish into mist if he let go. For her part, she likewise kept her arms solidly behind his neck. “Gwen….I…I don’t understand. They…multiple people told me they saw you get taken by Sylvanas’ death squads. We…” He hiccuped. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he kept going. “We scattered when we heard you got taken…that’s, that’s how I ended up here.”

She smiled. “They were right. I was put in with dozens of others, taken to a camp somewhere in Hillsbrad, couldn’t tell you where exactly. We were lined up. Living prisoners had their names taken, checked off a list, then executed right then and there. Some were….were fed to the soldiers. Others to plaguehounds. But for whatever reason, they didn’t kill the Forsaken. Maybe she had sentimentality about us, or maybe she planned to do it later, but we were just shoved into a makeshift prison and left there. We got food occasionally, but no interaction otherwise. Just neverending boredom. Zenjulin and Beskar finally found the place and killed off the few remaining loyalists that still manned it, freeing us.”

She shuddered. “By that point, the Banshee had fucked off to…wherever it was she went. I don’t know. Zenjulin explained it, but I wasn’t listening very well. Or he was missing details, I don’t know. Anyway, he said that our allies were being brought back together to stop her and whatever else she’d brought with her, but that you were still missing. I told them I refused to do anything until I found you. They understood, and I started tracking your movement. Which was hard, because you’d concealed them well, but eventually I made it to Stranglethorn and discovered the cave, the one Y’shtola tells me you came to that same one and it brought you here.”

Franks looked over to Y’shtola, who smiled. “I went there to take some readings, and found her emerging out of the cave. Once I realized who she was, I brought her straight here and had Tataru contact you.”

“Thank you.”

She shook her head. “There is nothing to thank.”

Franks looked back to Gwen. “I… gods, Gwen, you look like the day I asked you to marry me. Even despite all the years, both living and dead, I recognized you right away. I…I actually hallucinated last night…I saw you. Worked for too long without sleeping again. You looked…almost exactly as you do now.” He chuckles. “You uh…you didn’t have these, though”.

He reached up to stroke the fur of her ears. She made a very happy noise at the touch. “Okay, those are definitely a little sensitive, good to know.” She cuddled up against his shoulder, enjoying the sensation.

Eventually he stopped and pulled back again, looking her over. Everything was the same, her long graying hair, two green eyes, one slightly darker than the other, on a heart-shaped face. Everything save the ears. He vaguely recalled the shape of her human ears, but they were no longer there.

She giggled. “I…I don’t know what changed me or why it gave me my youthful body with these ears, honestly. You, though, you look a little bit older than the day you asked me to marry you. Maybe…around our 10th anniversary, I’d guess? Bit more white though, not that I mind. That haircut’s definitely a lot better, someone’s been taking care of you on that front, I see.

She placed her hands on his arms, rubbing them appreciatively. She moves them to his chest and down to his abs, sculpted like they’d been in his younger days from long hard hours of farmwork. “And I see you’ve definitely been taking care of the rest of you. Been way too long since I’ve seen these muscles.” she purred.

Franks laughed nervously. “Well, um….you get a second chance like this, you tend to appreciate and take care of things you took for granted…before.” His hands slipped down to her hips.

Their eyes met, growing lidded. Slowly, he ran his hands up her sides, appreciating every ilm of her curves, ghosting the sides of her breasts. He pulled her close, and their lips met in a kiss they’d not been able to share in decades.

Memories of all of their favorite intimate moments with the other flooded their minds, and both had a realization that those moments could now not only be remembered, but now relived. The rest of the world had long been forgotten and their kisses and touches became more heated when the world suddenly reminded them that it was still there.

“Ahem”

The pair broke, looking in the direction of the voice. The other Warriors of Light and the senior members of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn had all entered and were staring at the pair in varying levels of confusio

Rheika spoke up. It had been her voice that broke into their moment, Franks realized. “I hate to interrupt your moment, I swear I do, but uh…didn’t we have some kind of emergency? Also, um, who is this? Not that you don’t deserve to kiss someone that gorgeous, but I feel like I’m missing part of the story here.”

Franks laughs. Both he and Gwenefyr have turned beet red having realized just how much of a crowd their reunion had attracted. “Ah, yes. Um, well, everyone…allow me to introduce you all to Gwenefyr Franks. My…not quite late wife, as it turns out”

She giggled at that. “Hi, everyone. Y’shtola’s told me a little about you all. I…think I recognize at least some of you from her stories.”

Franks looked over everyone. Thancred, Estinien, and Alisaie weren’t even masking their suspicion. Dahkar, Alphinaud, and Rheika wore expressions of shock. Fearless looked like she was going to explode with joy. Urianger just looed perplexed.

It was Thancred who stepped forward. “Franks….are you sure? I mean, we’ve seen the Asicans puppet dead bodies before..

He immediately shook his head. “No, no, I thought the same thing. But remember, Elidibus didn’t have access to Ardbert’s memories so Y’shtola asked her to tell me something only she would know. It…it’s definitely her.”

Gwen took his hand and looked to the gunbreaker. “Thancred, right?”

Thancred nodded.

“Y’shtola told me you’d probably be the hardest to convince. I don’t know what to say or do to prove to you that I’m not a…..Asican, was it? But I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you. To all of you. Because I’m not going anywhere.” She looked up to her husband. “Right?”

He looked right back to her, his eyes sad. “I…don’t think I can go back there again. Not if it means…going back to the way our forms were.Are you…okay with that? With leaving it all behind? I promise, this place is…it’s worth it.”

She nodded. “I don’t think I can either. Azeroth has taken enough from us. And the others…they told me they won’t be surprised if we don’t return to the fight. They’re prepared to keep working towards the dream, but they’ll have to do it without us. I’m not going anywhere without you, love. We have a second chance at actual life and I’m not going back to a world without it or without you.”

Alphinaud speaks up. “Apologies, but did you say Azeroth? I’ve not heard of such a place.”

Franks nods. “Yeah. That’s….that’s the other reason I’m pretty confident she’s not an Ascian. And it’s a story most of y’all long overdue for hearing. And now that I have…gods I can’t believe I have you back…ahem. Well, there’s just no point in hiding it anymore. Gather round…time I told the full story of where I….where we are actually from.”

[navalcriminalimagines]

I really and completely lost interest in SVU… and I needed to vent about it. (This is my personal opinion, and if you don’t share it, that’s very okay. Don’t hate me.)

(If you haven’t watched S23E09 ‘People vs Richard Wheatley’, spoilers ahead!)

I think I’m done with this show.

Ever since they started Organized Crime and brought back Meloni, it’s getting worse and worse. I really don’t understand what’s going on with the writers. I’m not someone who tweets much but I check Twitter everyday and every time I saw fans going after WL, I felt bad for him. I made excuses for him - and the others - but I can’t anymore. I don’t understand them anymore. SVU is being ruined.

Because this show is all about Bensler now. I feel like every storyline, every scene, every come back is just there to tease and promote this ‘relationship’. I love Mariska and I’m not a fan of Meloni but that’s not even about that. It’s about the fact that it feels like they are trying to erase the ten seasons we had without Stabler. And it just sucks. We were doing very well without him - especially Olivia.

Can it come back to what it was?!

When they brought back Danny/Nick Amaro for one episode, I was excited. I loved his character and missed him. They didn’t do him dirty (thank god) but they left his relationship with Olivia on a bad spot and that thing sucks. Why are they ruining every relationship Olivia has?! Such a mystery… 🙄

And now, Rafael. Dear god, Rafael. One of my favorite characters ever - all shows included - and they ruined him. I mean, I possibly can understand that he’s a defense lawyer now but even after watching the ep, I don’t get why he defended Wheatley?! This is the villain in OC. Rafael doesn’t defend villain. Especially not villains who goes after Olivia.

And his relationship with Olivia? They destroyed that too. “I feel betrayed by you.” This hurts really bad and I’m not even a Barson shipper (I’m on Team Barisi, but I’m not even going there ‘cause it’s a lost fight and I know it). But their friendship has been one of my favorite things on SVU since season 14, and now, I’m not even sure this friendship still exist. All of this for what? Promote Bensler? Again?

They really are ruining SVU. They ruined it for me, actually. I can’t watch it anymore, because I can’t find what I loved about it. I feel like if you don’t watch OC, you can’t follow SVU. These should be two different shows. They should stop mixing them the way they are, just to give Olivia and Elliot scenes.

Seriously, I’m not a big of fan of Rollins - never was - but where was she in last night’s ep? We barely even saw Fin. And somehow, I even felt like we didn’t see much of Carisi. Not to mention Kat’s and Garland’s departure at the beginning of the season. It’s like no one matters except EO. Where’s even Noah at?! Did the writers forget that Liv has a son?

I love Raúl more than I can express, and I love Rafael so much but fuck, I wished he didn’t come back. Because coming back for this? That’s shitty. Warren write Barba in the first place, and it feels like he forgot what he wrote years ago. They ruined a fans’ favorite. (However I admit that Raúl’s performance was freaking amazing. He killed it as always.) I can’t even imagine how they would make him come back one day. Not sure I want to, anyway.

Not sure I’ll ever watch SVU again. Thanks no thanks to the writers. If the show stopped, it wouldn’t move me. That’s how bad it is.

(NCIS hurt last season, there’s a lot that I don’t understand and dislike very much, but even through the changes, departures and arrivals, the show is still what it always was. A crime show, not a goddamn soap opera.) (Yes, I compare NCIS and SVU because they are my two favorite shows ever. And where NCIS still brings me comfort, SVU doesn’t anymore.)

As far as my writing goes, I’ll still write for Rafael and Sonny (if ideas come), but I’ll ignore the latest season.