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Partners in Crime

Authors note: I know SVU doesn't get a lot of love here on Tumblr but I've been binge-watching and love Valasco so here we are!

Pairing: Joe Valasco x Reader (Fem)

Warnings: My god-awful writing, mentions of violence

"You're awake! How are you feeling?"

I tried to offer Rollins a small smile but could only wince as pain shot through my face, "Sore, very sore."

Amanda picked up a chair before setting it down next to my hospital bed and sitting down, "Well after the beating you took, sore is to be expected." 

I close my eyes and let my head fall back, letting what happened flow back into my mind. Working the case, getting the tip that Barban was going to be at this warehouse meeting where he wanted to see new talent, him being interested in me and then losing it, the pain for his hits and kicks, his hands wrapping around my neck, and I'm pretty sure I remember Joe coming in but that's when things start to get a little fuzzy.

"Did we catch him?"

Shaking her head, Amanda let out a sigh, "After you were made, we rushed in. Velasco was the first one in there and by the time the rest of us got in there, Barban was unconscious on the floor next to you, and his face took a pretty hard hit. We get you into an ambulance and off to the hospital then we get Barban loaded up and off to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, his bus got ambushed and someone helped him escape. We don't know where he is yet."

"So I look like this for nothing?" 

Amanda chuckles before reaching out and gently squeezing my bandaged hand, "We'll catch him."

I give her a nod before letting out a sigh, a feeling of uneasiness spreads throughout my body. Barban was the worst of the worst and having my cover blown was less than ideal. If he figured out I was a cop then he could figure anything out, he could figure me out. He could figure out where I lived, my family, what precinct I worked in, and who in my life meant something to me. 

Letting my head lull to the right, my gaze lands on Joe who was passed out on the tiny green recliner chair. 

 "He hasn't left since you got here. We've tried to get him to go home, to shower, to eat, to sleep, to take a break but he refuses to leave your side. I have never seen him like this or how he was when you were in the warehouse." 

Before I could say anything, her phone started to ring, "It's Olivia, I'm going to take this outside and tell your doctor that you're awake. You should wake him up." 

My eyes follow her as she leaves the room, quietly shutting the door behind her, before letting my gaze fall back to Joe. 

Slowly, I push myself up into a sitting position and gently move my legs over the side of the bed. Gripping the handrail of the bed and as soon as my feet touched the ground and I was standing, a whimper fell from me causing Joe's eyes to shoot open. 

He was over to me in record time, gently grabbing my forearm, "What're  you doing?"

Swallowing so maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad to talk, "I'm up, so you're up."

Joe tried to guide me back to sit down but I shake my head, "I want to stand for a little." He nods and his eyes take in my face before moving lower, no doubt checking the damage. 

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault."

I shake my head before tilting it to the side, "This is not your fault Joe."

"If I had been faster to get to you or if we had sent another UC in there with you, none of this would've happened." 

Reaching as high as I could without wincing, I place my hand on his chest, "Joe,  he figured me out, this is not your fault."

Leaning down, he gently places his forehead against mine, " When I got in there, he had his hands around your throat and you weren't moving and I couldn't tell if you were breathing. I thought I had lost you." 

"But you didn't." 

                                                                     **********

"Everything is looking good, the swelling has started to go down and will only continue to do so. The bruises will take a while to heal due to how significant they are. You can take your brace off your hand to shower but I want it on as much as possible. Take your pain meds as prescribed. If there are no questions, I will leave your discharge paperwork, leave you to get dressed, and send transportation to help you. Take care of yourself." 

Joe places a bag next to me on the bed before unzipping it, "I brought you some of my clothes because I thought you wouldn't want things rubbing against your bruises." 

I smile up at him, "Thank you."

Reaching into the bag, Joe takes out a pair of sweatpants before kneeling to the ground. Joe gently guides my legs through the leg holes before pulling the pants up to my knees. I grabbed the waistband of the pants while he gently wrapped an arm around my waist to help me stand from the bed. I tied the strings while Joe grabbed a white t-shirt from the bag. 

I take my arms out of the hospital's gown armholes and hold the gown to my gest. Joe tilts his head to the ceiling while I, as quick as I could, maneuver the shirt on. "You can look now." 

Joe shoots me a smile before going to open the door so the transportation guy can wheel the wheelchair in. Walking back over to me, Joe grabs my hands to help me sit in the chair, "By the way, you're staying with me until we catch Barban."

I went to argue but the look on his face told me that there was no way he was going to budge so I simply nodded.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

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You Feel Like Home

Pairing: Joe Velasco x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Angst

Word count: 1,144

Summary: When a case hits a little to close to home, Joe is there for you and to make sure you feel safe.

Warnings: alluding to assault but no details are given

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This case had taken its toll on you, hitting a little too close to home. You sympathized and understood what this poor woman had been through more than you wanted to admit. The brutality of that night played on loop every night. It’s why you’re always on guard, why you had panic attacks, why you haven’t let Joe stay the night, and why you never stayed at his place either. You didn’t want to burden him with your trauma, your nightmares, or being woken up by your screams. You didn’t want him to see you like that.

You did your best to keep your emotions in check but there were times you slipped up, your emotions getting the better of you.

You had been in the interrogation room with Fin when your outburst happened. With one concerned look from Fin, you quickly realized what happened. You had shouted at the suspect for answers — answers to why he did that to you. You excused yourself and raced to the bathroom to recuperate. Unbeknownst to you, Joe and Olivia were watching through the one way glass. The pair shared a concern look before Joe volunteered to go check on you.

You quickly slipped in the door and over to the mirror above the sink. You wiped your eyes with some paper towels from the dispenser and looked yourself over in the mirror. You were a mess. Red, puffy eyes, a runny nose, shaky breaths and your hands had a slight tremble to them.

Mere seconds later the restroom door opened and shut. You didn’t even hear it, too focused on calming yourself down and making yourself look presentable again.

Joe stayed by the door, taking your reflection and watching as you splashed water on your face. Seeing you like this broke his heart. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms but he knew that wasn’t the right thing for you at the moment. He didn’t know what caused your outburst in the interrogation room but your words played on loop in his head ever since you shouted them — “Why did you do this to me?!”

Joe could tell that whatever happened to you must have been similar to the victim of this case. He didn’t want to sneak up on you and scare you, make you think that you weren’t safe. It was this moment that Joe silently vowed to always protect you, to always keep you safe, and to always be there for you whenever you need him. He always cared for you and these feelings you shared for one another were as real and genuine as he had ever felt. It scared him most days but you always knew how to make him feel safe and at peace. He wanted to be that for you too.

With soft, slow steps, Joe made his way over to you. “Can I help?” He softly spoke, gesturing to the damp paper towel in your hand. He stopped to stand beside you but giving you enough space you didn’t feel crowded.

Joe’s voice grabbed your attention. Turning to look at him, you saw his gesture to the paper towel. You hesitated, pondering over if this was a good idea. Those awful flashbacks still banged around in your head, some so vivid you almost couldn’t distinguish between a flashback and reality. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes in the process and exhaled slowly, opening your eyes. Finally you nodded and wordlessly passed Joe the paper towel. You weren’t sure if you could trust your voice just yet.

Joe gingerly patted your cheeks and under your eyes. He wanted to speak, to tell you whatever happened is over, that he won’t let it happen again but he chose to save those words for later. His top priority was helping you gather yourself, helping you get through this and providing you with a sense of tranquility and safety. He watched your reaction as he cautiously touched your cheek with damp paper towel. He noted how you tried not to shrink away from him. “Did I ever tell you about the time I saw you? The way I felt?” He asked, trying to help you get your mind off things.

You slowly brought your eyes up to his, shaking your head. Once your eyes met his, you felt a wave a comfort and security flow through your body. “Wh-what did you feel?” You whispered genuinely curious.

Joe smiled that radiant smile of his. You always thought it outshined the sun. Joe stopped dabbing your eyes and really looked you over. He knew you probably thought you were a mess but he thought you were beautiful, radiant even. He always had and always would. “I thought you were stunning. So confident. I didn’t know what it was at the time but I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I had a hard time focusing on anything other than you. Now I know that it’s your vibe, your energy, your personality. I saw that passion and determination that drove you to become the most dedicated person I have ever met. It was right then I wanted to know you, really know you. What made you happy, angry, sad, your passions — everything you would tell me.” By this point, your eyes were watering and Joe’s hands were softly resting on your cheeks. The pads of his thumbs gingerly wiped away the fallen tears.

You were overwhelmed by Joe’s genuine words and his eyes had this love and warmth and admiration in them. You brought your hands up to rest on his wrists, your thumbs rubbing over the back of his hands. Joe always knew how to make you feel better, how to make you smile. “You feel like home to me.” You confessed. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had to tell him.

Joe leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I want.” He felt your arms snake around his sides, pulling him closer to you. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Joe didn’t care if this sweet moment was taking place in the women’s restroom at the precinct, he just wanted to take care of you and he couldn’t care less about where you were.

You decided in that moment that you were going to tell Joe exactly what happened to you from years past. You knew it would be painful and difficult to do so but you trusted your man with your whole heart, soul, and body — with your life. You wanted him to know, if he could tell you about his past then you could tell him about yours. You stood by him and held him as he shared the deepest, rawest parts of himself and there was no doubt in your mind that he would do the same for you.

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I’m here for you

Joe Velasco X Reader 

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this !! If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work. 

Y/N POV 

Me and Joe had this will they wont they thing going on for a while now. You felt like the vibes were there but it was hard because he was a quiet guy. 

You also were a little reserved so no one had the guts to talk to each other. But slowly by surely the two of you opened up to each other. Talking and texting every chance you got.

It had only been a couple of months and you were head over heels in love.  

Lately thought he had gone through a rough patch and you were trying to be there for him without stepping on toes.

 Olivia our captain was against me even talking to him. Which i personally didn’t understand. 

I Mean I know what he was accused of but i think we all deserve the benefit of the doubt.

 I mean just become someone decided to secretly record an interview we should all turn on him. I feel like he deserved to tell his side of the story. 

I let everyone in the unit how I was feeling about the situation which was causing a lot of heat in the unit. 

“Y/N what did I tell you about staying away” Captain Benson asked. 

“All i did was text him to make sure he was doing that’s all” I said 

“You disobeyed my orders i told you flat out no communication” She said 

“I didn’t ask about the case or anything he’s my friend I ‘m not going to turn my back on him especially when he needs people now” I said in a defensive manner. 

Cap just looked at me and I could tell she was trying to find the right next words to say to me. 

“Listen to me I am saying this because you are a great detective and you have a great career ahead of you and you need to stay focused okay” She told me 

The words she said to me kind of irritated me a little bit but i kept my composer and bit my tongue. I didn’t want to start a fight and cause more tension. 

“I understand cap” was all you could muster out at the moment. 

“Your dismissed the days over just go home and get some rest and think about what I said.” She said. 

“Yes Ma’am thank you” I said 

She put her glasses on and started pulling some papers out of her giant stack she had and started focusing on them. 

Finn and Amanda both looked at me with worried look on their faces. I think when I walked out I looked a little mad and upset. 

“You know she’s right you just gotta focus on you at the moment” Amanda said 

Something in you broke a little and what ever you had been pushing down had worked it way up.

Because you looked over at them sitting in their desk and then spoke out 

“I find that a bit ironic considering your history of dating you and Nick Aamaro and then getting pregnant by Lt Murphy who you were under by the way. Me and Velscao are friends and im finding it pretty messed up that were just supposed to turn our back on a friend” You snapped. 

Finn looked surprised as hell and Amanda was taken back and not sure on what to say next. Which you didn’t even bother giving her the chance.

You quickly gathered your stuff and then headed out. In the background you heard Finn say 

“Just let go and let’s go home” He said 

You walked out the squad room and headed downstairs. You were to worked up to even wait for the elevator. 

You ran down the stairs and then headed out the front door. The fresh air hitting you in the face made you instantly feel a little better. You just headed to the car and threw your stuff in. 

You didn’t even think about going home you just began driving. You tried to clear your head to make you feel a little better. ]

Your stomach started growling and you decided to stop for some dinner. There was a local diner that Joe introduced you to. 

You pulled up and got out and walked in . It was pretty quiet and you were thankful for not having to deal with people. 

You sat in the booth you and Joe always sat in. You were looking at the menu but not really even paying attention. 

You tried to push back frustration tears from everything going on. Suddenly a man wearing a hoodie sat across from you which scared the crap out of you

“Omg what the hell” You asked 

You heard a familiar laugh and then calmed down immediately when you realized who it was. 

“Joe what the hell are you doing here” You asked 

You looked up at him he gave you a sad look. 

“I guess i just wanted to see you”  He said 

“Yeah me to but how did you know I was here” You asked 

“Because I know you I figured you were just getting off of work and was probably hungry so you came here and sat in our booth” Joe said 

You blushed and smiled at him knowing you so well. Or were you that predictable you thought 

“How are you with everything” You asked 

“It’s been hard you know having to turn on Chilli and not also you know” Joe said

“ you know what” You asked 

“Not being able to talk to you. You have no idea how long I have been wanting to talk to you and see you it killed me” Joe said

“It’s not fair that Cap thinks she can just dictate our personal lives you know I missed you to a lot I have been wanting to see you It killed me too not beng able to see you” You told him. 

“I don’t want to bring you down with me” Joe said 

“You wouldn’t do that I’m here for everything the good and the bad” You said grabbing his hand. 

He took your hand and looked up at you and smiled and gave your hand a squeeze. 

“I’m here for you always” you said to him 

“I know and that’s the problem he said

Your face kind of dropped and it was hard not to feel hurt. 

Joe noticed your face and took his other hand and grabbed your free one and squeezed both of them together. 

“It’s not like that i don’t wanna drag you down with me I love you to much” He said 

You gave him a surprised look followed by a smile 

“You love me” You questioned 

He laughed a little bit.

“I’m being serious” you said pouting 

“I know me to I’m trying to tell you I love you. Like more than friends you know and I don’t wanna be the reason your career goes up in flames” He said 

“Listen here Joe Velscao” you said 

“Oh my whole government name it’s serious” Joe said smiling 

“Shut the hell up and listen I love you so much and you are the best part of me and I am a better person and detective because of you know and I know it’s only been a couple of month but when you know you know and I just know” You said rambling towards the end. 

Joe leaped towards you and kissed you hard. You kissed him back and you were both smiling in each other’s faces. 

The kiss broke and he sat down. 

“Listen Y/N i love you so much and like you said when you know you know and I do feel that way about you which is why I wanna protect you” Joe said 

“I’m here i’m a big girl we are going to figure this out together but you gotta tell me the truth that stuff you said in the tapes was it true” You asked 

“Yeah it is but to a point i’m clean I never touched drugs ever but with the dad and son Chilli covered my ass and I owe that to him to help and try and cover his” Joe said 

“I know you feel like that but you also know what ever is going on in the past you gotta close the wound and it should be on your time not anyones else’s okay but you know what the right thing to do is” You said 

“I know I know your right and i know what i gotta do i just don’t the accusations and the rush to judgement” Joe said 

“I get that and I agree that’s not fair to you and you shouldn’t have to prove who you are after all the hard work you been doing. But this is where we are so you need to go and sit down and talk to Oliva and be honest with everything and let the cards fall where they do” You said 

“Yeah you're probably right and I know it’s just hard actually doing it” Joe said 

“I will go in with you tomorrow okay i got you. You won’t go in there alone.” You said 

“Thank you” Joe said squeezing my hand

“Now let’s eat I’m hungry that’s the whole reason why i’m here” You said laughing 

“Yes Ma’am” Joe said 

The waitress came back over and the two of you ordered. Of course she knew what you were getting because it was the same old thing. 

“So uh after this little confession is this considered a date” You asked 

Joe’s face lit up red and he looked up at you and smiled. 

“Nah trust me you deserve a much better place than this for our first official date” He said 

“Oh you don’t know what you just walked yourself into. Because i am going to take you to the most expensive restaurant i can in New York” You said laughing 

“Oh you the person who orders the most basic food ever you wouldn’t even eat the nice food so good luck with that” Joe said laughing 

“Don’t worry about me” You said smirking. 

You both couldn’t contain your laughter of that. Joe really loosened up and relaxed and you both dropped the work conversation after that. T

alking about everything from your favorite shows you would watch together. 

The food came out just a little bit later and you both shoved your faces with food. It was either really good or you were really hungry.

The rest of the night you both laughed and talked. You also couldn’t help but wonder how Liv was going to take you defying her orders but that didn’t matter right now. 

Because there is no one else you would rather be with than Joe. Nothing could keep the two of you apart from each other. 

No matter what happed the two of you would always be there for each other 

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Joe Velasco: Disclosure 

This is a continuation of Magic Carpet Ride but can be read as a standalone.

So, I’m sure you guys have noticed that my stories are all in the same universe- all building off each other. Anyway, I realized I messed up my timeline when I wrote Detective Work and added Bruno and Churlish before I was supposed to. I have now waved my wand and bent the timeline. The SVU team fixing the Bronx SVU (taking Bruno and Churlish) and Joe getting recorded while trying to get a gang member to flip have now been separated by the span of a few months. 

You knew something was going on with Joe. He had been acting skittish and distant since he had started helping with the gang case in the Bronx. It was a strange disorientating push and pull you weren’t used to from him. You tried not to let it bother you, after all the two of you had unofficially been seeing each other for six months and this was the first issue you guys had. You told yourself it was just a bad case for him. His captain had been assaulted and they had found a tree with the underwear of so many women that had been raped as a fear tactic from the gang. 

It was a little disheartening that it had happened around the same time that the lab had finally finished their investigation and the higher-ups had set IPB packing. You now had free time and it seemed like you were seeing him less than when you were working an ungodly amount. 

When the case had ended, he had called you to come over. When you arrived you could tell he was a mess. He was quiet and not able to hold a conversation. He had ordered food, but he didn’t eat. He had dark circles around his eyes and his beard was overgrown. The silence had been uncomfortable as you both sat on opposite ends of the couch, it was almost as if a wall was between the two of you. The room was silent except for the game that he had turned on. When you couldn’t stand the silence anymore you had called his name and he had turned to you slowly, almost in a daze. You didn’t ask him if he was okay, you knew he wasn’t. He was trapped in his own head and even after reaching out for your help, he was isolating himself.  

You had moved closer cupping his cheek. He flinched at your touch for a second before leaning more firmly into your hand. You had felt the metaphorical walls crash and had taken your opportunity to reach him. You had taken his beer out of his nonresponsive hand and set it on the coffee table then urged him to lay on you. You were sitting half reclined against the arm of the couch with him draped over your body. His head was on your stomach just below your breast. While he had hesitantly let you pull him into that position when his head rested against you, he had melted into your embrace. His arms had circled around you holding you tightly like a child would a toy or blanket. Neither of you spoke as you ran your hands through his hair massaging his scalp and rubbing your hands up and down his tight muscled back.  

It hadn’t taken long for him to pass out softly snoring. The man was usually a light sleeper but tonight he was dead to the world. You had grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and thrown it over the two of you. While you knew you’d be sore in the morning from sleeping on the couch you didn’t want to wake him. You stayed awake for a couple more hours and finished watching the Soccer game that was on just to give your mind something easy to focus on. You continued to stroke Joe’s hair and rub the tense muscles in his back. It made you feel like you were actually doing something to help him. 

You had awoken the next morning to Joe shifting. You watched half asleep as he woke up disorientated. His eyes immediately scanned the room, then he pushed up on his arms to look up at you. His green eyes were vulnerable, thankful as he met your gaze. He leaned up giving you a heartwarmingly soft kiss. Then he started peeling himself off you. You shifted a little uncomfortable. You had slept in your jeans and bra which was never a fun experience. He stretched and twisted, and you could hear the audible crack of his back and his sigh of relief as some of the pressure was released. He offered to shower with you before he had to go to work. You accepted and joined him for a surprisingly PG-rated shower. Things went back to normal between the two of you after that. For a week or two at least.  

You knew in the pit of your stomach that the day was going to be a rough one. The feeling was only confirmed when you were asked to sign for drug samples, one urine the other hair. You had pulled your poke-a-dot pen ready when you saw the name on the samples was Velasco. You told the inpatient man to wait while you got another tech. There was no way in hell you were touching let alone signing for anything with Joe’s name on it. 

Now you were on his couch with him sitting across from you on the coffee table. He was giving you the short version of how he had been recorded when trying to flip a gang member and was now being accused of doing Coke, which he quickly and firmly assured you he was not. You knew it wasn’t the whole story and were about to push for more information when the direction of the conversation took a surprising turn. “I think we should sign a relationship disclosure.”  

And there it was. The question you had been trying and failing to ask him and he wanted to bring it up under these circumstances? It made your stomach clench. You press your lips together and feel a heat flush your cheeks. “Oh, I bet you do.” It came out bitter and with a scoffing laugh, but you were hurt, and you felt stupid by the situation that you put yourself in. That you thought it would work out the way you wanted it to. That this man could want you the way you wanted him. 

You were so in your own head and emotions that you missed the genuine look of hurt on Joe’s face before he could cover it. His jaw locked, body tensed, shoulders rolled back ready for a fight. That was the posture you looked back up to see. “¿Qué se supone que significa eso? (What is that supposed to mean?) It’s been six months. I didn’t think it would be gran problema (a big deal).”  

You jump to your feet glaring at him. “Not a big problema?” You shoot back at him making a point to prolong the Spanish word. You turn heading towards the door blinking back tears. You stop and turn back to look at him as he is getting to his feet. “We have been fucking for the last six months and now you want to ask me to be something serious- to cover your asno (ass) at work because you're getting investigated? That’s real great Jose.” 

“I told you I didn’t use! I was trying to flip that gangbanger for Benson. It was powdered sugar.” His voice raised. He was getting tired of having to keep explaining himself. He hadn’t expected you to give him a hard time. He had thought that you guys were at that point where you could start to really build something. He hadn’t expected you to be so flippant about the last six months that you two had been together.  

He had started to go on a rant about nobody trusting him. “For fuck’s sake, I believe you!” You yelled back at him as tears pricked your eyes. His green eye finds yours as he is struck silent. “Of course, I believe you. There was never a question of that.” You shake your head at yourself, comforting the man who hurt you. A tear makes its way down your cheek, and you harshly wipe it away.  

“You believe me...” You see the second a switch flips and Joe's mind goes back to detective mode. His analyzing gaze sweeps over you before looking back to the couch where you had been sitting. You can almost hear him replaying the fight over in his head trying to figure out what he missed. “You're not mad because you think I did it... You’re mad about me asking about....” His eyes flash back over to you, and you feel like his gaze can see right through you. You watch in silence as the stiffness leaves his body, his jaw unclenching. His gaze softens as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Oh, querida. Please sit down.”  

You don’t. You just continue to stare at him. He sighs and goes over to his files and starts thumbing through them before stopping. He flips it open and nods to himself before closing it. He looks back at you before holding it up then makes a point of setting it on the coffee table. You shift biting your lip as your brain tries to process what the hell is happening. He calls your name, and your feet are moving before your mind has time to disagree with it. You sit down on the couch looking from him to the folder and back again. He nods to it, and you let out a sigh as you open it. There are only two pages inside and you freeze when you realize what they are. 

Relationship Disclosure papers. They are slightly bent on the corners and perhaps a little faded. Both pages have been half filled out with Jose's information and signature. The other side is blank and waiting for you to do the same. More tears rolled down your cheeks as you realized that his question had been more premeditated than you had thought. “You weren’t mad because I asked, you were mad because you thought I was only doing it for job security- to stay out of trouble.” His voice is rough, and you can hear the exhaustion in his voice.  

“How long have you had these?” He sat on the couch next to you, his hand coming up to catch a stray tear on your cheek.  

“A few months.” You turned to look at him scanning his face in disbelief.  

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” 

“I didn’t know when or how to. I’ve never done this before. Being with someone like this...it's new for me. I’ve never been with one person for this long. I don’t know what I’m doing. But I know I want to be with you.” 

“You want to be with me? Like really be with me, in a committed relationship?”  

“Yes, I do. You have to know that.” You give him a small nod because you did. While he had never said it with his words. Jose Velasco had been showing you with his actions exactly how important you were to him since you guys had met.  

You turn to face him on the couch, your knees bumping. “Then tell me the whole story. I know this isn’t just about you sharing some powdered sugar blow with an inmate.” You watch him start to tense back up, his eyes circling the room as though he is looking for danger or an escape. You put a comforting hand on his knee, “I want to be with you Jose, I care about you. You’re not going to scare me. I just-I want to understand. You’ve been acting strange since you got back from the Bronx. I know there is more to it than you're saying.”    

“It’s a long story.” He swallows hard, “A mess I made back when I was in Juarez.” 

You two sat in his living room for half the night as he told you about the murders. The loyalty he still felt to his friend who had saved his life with a bullet in another man’s chest. The guilt that he felt.

Once he started it was as if he couldn’t stop. The soft drip of words turned into a stream as he backtracked through his past. His time with a gang that he almost was a part of. How he had led a child molester to his near death at their request. How his mom and pastor had gotten him out and to Nebraska in hopes of saving him from a bad path.  

You cried for him as he went further back telling you about his father beating him, his mother, and little sister brutally. How he would find any reason to beat him with his belt. You thought about the white scars that marred his tan skin. You had always assumed they were from his days as a cop not from a violent childhood. You didn’t say a word, you barely moved, as you let him unburden himself, even as he cut himself raw to do it. When he was finally done, both of you had tear-stained cheeks. His eyes were rimmed in red. He looked absolutely exhausted and was just staring at you, waiting for your response. He had a tight grip on your hand as though if he let go you might disappear and leave him.  

You leaned forward and kissed him gently on his lips. You tell him that he is the strongest person you know and that he is a good man. You tell him he doesn’t have to deal with it alone, that you aren’t going anywhere. You spend the whole night holding him, soothing him when he spends it fighting off nightmares.  

The next morning you sign the disclosures. You take yours to your boss. Joe takes his to Chief McGrath. He doesn’t want you to be workplace knowledge while he is dealing with his past. He wants to keep you and SVU separate for as long as he can. 

This came out a little rough, but I hope you guys enjoy it. I might try to go back and rewrite the ending later because it just doesn’t sit with me the way I want it to. 

I know I have told you that I have a few multiple (4 or 5) part stories planned for Joe.  

One is the reader witnessing a sexual assault and being injured by the perp. Then you become a slightly reluctant witness with tons of protective Joe moments.  

Another is the reader taking Joe home to meet your family. It will be fluffier. Seeing Joe in a family setting. Our poor baby isn’t going to know what to do with himself. 

If you guys have one you prefer, let me know and I’ll start with that one. Love ya all xoxo  

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Second Chances

Joe Velasco x f! reader. A very belated Secret Santa gift for @plaidbooks. CW: implied smut. Mostly fluff. WC: 2,839.

AN: Thanks @beccabarba for giving it a read through.

AN2: Not sure who to tag for Joe folks. Umm @storiesofsvu @madpanda75 @dreamlover31 @witches-unruly-heart @detective-giggles... anyone else who wants to be tagged for Joe, send me a msg!

The biting, cold wind whipped harshly around Joe Velasco as he waited for the light to change, causing him to shiver. Despite having lived in New York his whole life, he much preferred a warmer climate. Summer was his favorite. He'd dressed in black, with his dark hair, and dark eyes and fashionable stubble, he looked every bit the New Yorker he was. Joe huddled in his peacoat, as if shrinking into himself would garner some warmth.

Just when Joe thought it wouldn't get any worse, delicate snowflakes began to fall from the vast white and gray sky. Plumes of smoke rose steadily from the grates before settling over the icy sidewalks. Joe grumbled and wrapped his scarf tighter around his face. The briefcase Joe had with him suddenly felt heavier than before.

The light changed from green to red and Joe hurried across the street. A dimly lit sign that belonged to a local greasy spoon caught his eye. Instead of heading straight to his destination, Joe decided to make a pit stop to grab a cup of coffee. He hated coffee but he was too cold to care.

As he entered the diner, he noted that it was barely at full capacity, leaving him with many options to sit. Joe took the chance to grab a booth in the back. As he settled in, he signaled a waitress to take his order.

The waitress barely had a chance to greet him before Joe barked out what he wanted. She hurried off, leaving Joe alone once more and with his thoughts. Moments later, a piping cup of black coffee sat in front of him.

As he stirred two spoonfuls of sugar into his coffee, Joe focused on the patrons who were occupying the diner at the moment before being distracted by the jingle of the bell over the diner entrance.

Another gust of wind entered the diner soon followed by the most strikingly beautiful woman Joe had ever laid eyes on. His spoon clattered loudly as it fell from the cup and onto the table. Your skin was slightly tinged pink due to the cold. You had a thick scarf on and a blue knit hat with a giant pom pom on it. An easy smile spread on your face as you shook the snow off.

"My Lord, it's cold out there!"

You had an accent but Joe couldn’t figure out from where. However, Joe found that he could look past the accent. 'It's not like the New York accent is any better.' he thought as he watched you continue to shake the snow off.

"You take a seat anywhere sugar; I'll be with you in a minute," the waitress called out.

"Coffee, cream and sugar, please. I'll be in the back," you had replied in turn to the waitress. The waitress nodded and you made your way to the back, with a large suitcase and bag in tow.

As you walked towards the back you made eye contact with Joe. His dark eyes probed yours and you smiled politely as you walked passed. A cup of coffee was quickly placed on your table and you thanked the waitress. You grabbed the sugar shaker and poured it heavily into your cup.

"That stuff will rot out your stomach," Joe retorted loudly, swearing to himself as he did so.

You turned to him, eyebrow perfectly arched, and pointed at his cup. "Isn't that hypocritical of you to say?" 

Joe let out a low chuckle and he extended his hand. "Joe Velasco.”

Your eyes narrowed and you didn't take his hand. You looked up and down at him, before letting out the breath you had been holding. You introduced yourself and gave him a small smile. This Joe person was nice on the eyes. But being a detective yourself, you wanted to suss this person out. 

"What brings you to New York? Business or pleasure?" Joe questioned as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Are all New Yorkers so nosey? Or are you just special?" you retorted.

Joe shifted in his seat uncomfortably and cleared his throat. "My apologies. I won't bother you again."

An awkward tension followed before anything more was said. There was a sound of a chair moving and Joe looked up to see you sitting across from him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not from here." You replied apologetically, your tone much softer. "I'm here on business. I'm participating in a conference at Madison Square Garden."

Joe furrowed his thick brows. "Not the National Sexual Assault Conference?"

"That's the one!" You exclaimed. "Wait..." There was a pregnant pause. "How did you know?"

Joe reached into his pocket and revealed his badge. "I work for the NYPD. I'm a detective in the special victims unit."

You let out a smile and what seemed to Joe as a sigh of relief. "Same, but for [your city/town]."

"So I guess in a weird way you're close but far from home?"

"You could say that," you agreed, taking another sip of coffee. "It's my first time here in New York City."

Joe laughed a little more, letting his smile grow as he looked at you again, marveling at your beauty. He was literally transfixed on you. You cleared your throat, bringing him back to the surface and he centered his gaze back on his cup. The steaming liquid provided him with a distraction as he tried to get the conversation back on track.

"So, how are you liking New York so far?" he asked, as he stirred his coffee more.

"I like it, except for the weather. In [your city], it rarely gets below sixty, even in the winter, so this is something of a drastic change for me."

"I know what you mean," Joe responded as he sipped the coffee more. He found himself easing into a relaxed state, one he hadn't felt in a long time. It was as if he was catching up with an old friend. "I am more partial to summer. Give me all the high temps.”

Joe felt his stomach flutter, something which hadn’t happened in a long time. He wanted to see you again - and not just at the conference. "Well, how about this New Yorker take you to see all the sights, that is after the conference, of course."

"Are you asking me out on a date, detective?"

Joe found himself at a loss for words and he wracked his brain trying to find something clever to reply with.

"Tell you what," you said, pulling out a pen and writing on a napkin. "Give me a call when you are finished, and let's see what we can get into. Deal?"

Joe eyed the napkin and smiled, actually smiled fully at you, seeing your cheeks redden slightly. "Deal."

—-

Joe yawned as he approached the break room, a file in hand ready to give to Olivia. The conference - which occurred over a period of two days - was long and taxing.

If not for the memories of the night before coming back home, Joe would've said that the conference was a bust, but how wrong he was. One chance meeting with a stranger had changed everything for him.

He saw Olivia head his way, her dark eyes set in determination already. Joe could swear that the Captain probably woke up with that countenance. Chuckling to himself slightly, he prepared to hand off the file.

"Velasco," Olivia greeted, as she took the file, flipping through it, "How was the conference?"

"It was what it was. Good learning experience," Joe responded as he yawned again. "Other than that, it was a pretty run of the mill weekend."

Olivia smiled as she closed the file and glanced at her watch, "I need a favor. We have a new member of the team coming in today at JFK. Think you can swing by and pick them up? Muncy was supposed to but she called out sick.”

"I have a backlog of paperwork that I was hoping to catch up on…" Joe trailed off.

"It won't take long. The flight should be landing within the hour."

Joe let an irritated sigh escape as he looked at his own watch, trying to calculate his schedule. As it was, he was already behind on several things, but he knew he couldn't just leave Olivia hanging.

"Okay.” Joe reluctantly agreed.

"Good man," Olivia responded as she turned to walk away. "Make sure you bring her to see me when you get back."

Joe put a hand up to give a half hearted wave to Olivi as she disappeared through the corridor. His day just got worse, ten times worse. Another newbie. 'Great; just great.'

—

You sat on your oversized suitcase, looking in each direction for the SUV that you were told would be picking you up. Glancing at your watch, you sighed as you started to look at your nailbeds, wondering how long you would have to stand there before actually doing something about it. Just as you were about to get up and walk, you saw the hulking vehicle as it appeared in the line.

As the vehicle came closer, you stood up, dusting the back of your pants and reaching to grab your belongings. Perching your sunglasses on your head, you squinted at the driver, in an attempt to get a closer look of who they were, but found that you couldn't.

Joe’s jaw dropped and felt his heart race as he parked. 'It can't be; what are you doing here?'

But it was you. Memories of the night after the conference flashes through his mind once more – heated kisses, his hands on your hips, your hands running through his hair, your skin dewy from sweat… the moan of his name emanating from your lips.

Joe blinked rapidly, shaking himself out of his thoughts. He swallowed hard as he got out of the vehicle and approached you. "Hi."

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of Joe and you could feel the color draining from your face. It had never occurred to her that New York detective that you had spent a passionate night with just days before would be the same man you would be working with. How could a city with over one million people seem so small?

"Joe!" You replied, attempting a brave smile as a sinking feeling began to settle over you. If this moment was indicative of your future in Manhattan, you were going to board the next plane out to home. "I…um... it's good to see you again. I had no idea that you and I-"

"It's alright," Joe interjected, his eyes darting past you and to your paisley print luggage. Joe eyed it curiously. It was hideous. "I didn't know either."

You didn't reply; you were unsure of what to say. Despite standing outside in the vast, spacious airport parking lot, you felt overwhelmed, as if there had been a giant pink elephant in the middle of them and no one was saying anything. Joe found himself once again breaking the silence just as he did before in the diner. He tilted his head in the direction of the SUV.

"Shall we?" he questioned as he reached past you to grab your luggage.

You attempted to protest his help but Joe paid no heed to her words. "Alright," you finally conceded. "Let's go." You buckled your seatbelt and settled against the passenger seat. The ride back was silent. You stared out the window and to the passing buildings and snow covered trees.

Joe watched you out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to say something – anything but he couldn't formulate the words. He had thought he would never see you again but here you were now. Joe wasn't sure if he was capable of surviving the work week with you and showing you the ropes when he knew you so intimately. Never mind the barriers of office politics.

'Working with her is definitely going to be interesting.'

The only thing he was sure of was that he wanted the day to be done and over with.

The throbbing, aching pain in his head hadn't subsided despite taking half a bottle of ibuprofen. After dropping you off with Olivia, Joe threw himself into his work in hopes that it would take his mind off of you. It hadn't worked. Instead, he found himself even further distracted. It was his luck; he reasoned that this would happen. He didn't necessarily find the situation to be bad at all; in fact, he was disappointed that you both had to part after spending the day – and better part of the night together.

You were unlike any other woman he had met. You were way too cheerful for his usual taste; however, he found himself making an exception. You were strong, sweet and sassy – all the qualities that he looked for in a woman. He only had one night with you but he found himself hooked.

Joe cracked his knuckles and tried to focus on the paperwork before him.

—

Joe slammed the door to his locker shut, glad that the shift was finally over with. As he began to pull his coat on, the sound of footsteps caused him to pause in his actions.

"Hey Joe. I thought I'd find you here."

Joe felt his chest tighten at the sound of your voice. He turned around and found you leaning against another set of lockers. He presumed you were trying to appear casual.

"Y/N, how was your first day?"

"Good, I’m really excited to hit the ground running.”

"Glad to hear it," Joe replied. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he rocked on his heels. "Something tells me that you're not here to talk about how your day went though."

You shook her head. "No; you're right." You stood straight and approached Joe. "I wanted to talk about that night… about us."

"Look, if you want to pretend it never happened," Joe sighed, feeling his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach. "It's fine. I'm cool with it, but I can't just ig-"

"No! It's not that at all," you quickly rushed. "It's just that it took me by surprise. In New York, I wasn't expecting to see you again, so, I was a little…"

"Uninhibited?" Joe asked, the memory prompting an arching of his eyebrow and a smirk.

You giggled slightly, the tension that was between the two of you earlier, now seeming to dissipate. Your stance relaxed even more as you continued to smile at him, feeling something deep inside tugging at the strings of her heart. Could it be that you had fallen for him, after one night of passion? You pulled a stray hair behind your ear as you dropped your line of sight then brought it up slowly, registering that he was staring at you. Your cheeks reddened as you changed position and crossed your arms in front of yoi.

"Yeah, you can say that. So, where does it lead us?"

"Apparently, awkward moments," Joe responded as he leaned up against the opposite lockers, his demeanor a lot less stiff. Again, he found himself feeling as if he were catching up with an old friend instead of negotiating through new territory with a stranger.

"It doesn't have to be," you replied as you took a step closer to Joe. Placing your palms on his chest, you looked up at him. Your heart thumped wildly against your ribcage as you waited for his response.

Joe reached up to take your hands into his, drawing you closer as he did so. He stared into your eyes, searching. He murmured your name before pressing his lips to yours.

You gave yourself into the kiss, moaning quietly as you did so. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. Joe placed his hands on your lower back, in the space between the waistband of your pants and the bottom of your shirt. Your skin goosebumped beneath his touch and you pressed yourself closer to him. Joe let out a small grunt of satisfaction. You pulled away breathlessly moments later, licking your lips as she did so.

"Let's get out of here," Joe answered finally. "Get a beer or something…" 

Joe had never believed in fate before but he was starting to come around. He was starting to believe things happened for a reason. After all, had he not gone to the convention or decided to grab a cup of coffee, he wouldn't have had such an opportunity with you. Rules and work politics be damned; there was no way he was going to give up a second chance with you. Perhaps this was the best decision Olivia had ever made.

You hummed a bit before cocking your head to the door. You began to head out together, Joe’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you. He couldn't help but smile victoriously at your next sentence.

"Or something."

FIN.

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JOE VELASCO / SVU

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Risk - Joe Velasco x Y/N 🎭🍦🥀

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Yall don't write for SVU anymore? It seems so barren over here

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I am in a rut! I need prompts or requests for any of the characters I write for!! I’m also binging Law and Order SVU right now so I will also take requests for Joe Velasco and Nick Amaro!

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Rainy Day

Pairing: Joe Velasco x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 379

Summary: A rainy day couldn’t ruin your date when you had the love of your life to turn things around.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is Day 5 of the Season of Fluff 2023 prompt list that @katries created with the help of @mrsmatt

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It was a very rare occasion that you and Joe had the same day off. When you both found out, you made plans to finally go out on a date. It had been several weeks since your last one and this one was well overdue.

The original plan was a picnic in Central Park since the weather hadn’t gotten too cold and the the leaves were starting to change colors, but that all changed when rain began to fall. “Great. A rainy day.” You sarcastically spoke as the feeling of disappointment hit you. “Well, there goes our picnic.” You sighed. You were so excited to for this date and Joe knew it. It pained him to see you so bummed.

“We’re still having our picnic.” He stated.

“But the rain—”

“Nobody said picnics had to be outside.” Joe shrugged and made his way to the living room and pushed the coffee table to the side, making room for the blanket and basket.

You watched as he all but rearranged the furniture. Your smile grew as you realized what he was doing. “I’ll grab the food!” You exclaimed, excited to be able to still have your picnic date.

Joe stopped working on laying out a blanket from the couch when he heard the excitement in your voice. He took a few moments to watch you. He admired your bright smile and the sparkle in your eyes as you hurried to collect the picnic food and bottle of wine. The second your eyes met his he quickly looked away and went back to laying out the blanket and some pillows.

Once everything was settled, you and Joe took a moment to admire the set up before taking a seat and Joe opening the wine bottle. You accepted the glass of wine with a smile. “I guess you’re right, a picnic can be indoors after all.”

“To indoor picnics.” Joe grinned and held his glass out and you followed suit.

“To indoor picnics.” You laughed and clinked your glass with his.

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Something There

Law & Order: SVU: Jose ‘Joe’ Velasco

Word Count: 477

(T)W: Mentions of concussion and cuts

Request: No

A/N: GIF Credit to the original owner/poster if you know who it is pls lmk.

GIF by storiesofsvu

Joe has never been a shy person by any standard, but there’s something about you that makes him more aware of himself. He tries harder to watch how he phrases things, especially when referring to victims and perps, things he would watch previously, but not to the same extent as he does when you are around. You were new to the squad, but not to the team. You had consulted on cases with Finn and Olivia before, but there had never been an opening in the squad for you before now. You had joined shortly after Joe but before Grace and the two from the other SVU squad. The team had noticed Joe’s infatuation with you. You, on the other hand, had thought you were imagining Joe’s interest in you, thought you were exaggerating things he was doing in your mind because you liked him too. You hadn’t realised how you felt about Joe until after a particularly tough case where Joe was undercover, and things went south. He had gotten a pretty nasty concussion and cut around his hair line. Sitting by him in the hospital was hard, waiting for him to wake up. That was the night Joe realised his feelings were more than just platonic or a crush.

You were both tasked with translating some witness statement from a transfer case from across state lines and not all of the notes from previous precinct were fully translated or translated properly. Joe took the Spanish notes and you took the other languages, hoping to find alternative understandings from what the translators or those translating had done. You were both beginning to feel the tiredness, looking at the writing for so long made you see lines when you weren’t looking at your papers or your screen. You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake the image from your vision. Joe had his head in his hands and appeared to be looking at a space on the table.  

“Hey, you good?” You asked, tiredness evident in your hoarse voice. Joe looked up, and gave you that breath-taking smile, even tired that smile could stop your heart. Joe stood and made his way to the cafetiere and brought back some hot drinks for you both. You thanked him and took yours, blowing some of the steam away and taking a hesitant sip. After a few minutes of stretching, you excused yourself to go and get some air, hoping the chill of the New York breeze would wake you up a little. You were absolved in your thoughts when you felt a presence beside you, the heat coming off of Joe’s body as he stood close to you. “I thought you’d want your drink out, seeing as it's winter and you forgot your gloves.” He smiles slightly at you as he hands you both your gloves and your hot drink.

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Joe Velasco: Magic Carpet Ride  

There is now a second part to this Disclosure. Both can be read as standalones.

You drop onto the couch with a huff. Exhaustion was the only emotion you could feel, echoing up your body from your toes in harsh waves. You had been working overtime at the forensic lab since you started there almost eight months ago. The scandal and retesting of forensic evidence for the last two years of narcotics and some homicide cases that involved Narcotics was almost over. Five people had been fired and prosecuted, turning on their outside accomplices, leading to big arrests. There was talk of IPB leaving soon and letting the lab get back to having its own autonomy. Not that you had ever experienced that at this lab. You had come to help following the breaking of the scandal. The stress and micromanagement had been so much that you wondered if you were crazy for accepting and then continuing to stay. But finally, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. 

“More over time?” Joe looked up from the files that he had spread over the coffee table. You groaned in response leaning back onto the couch and dropping your bag on the floor. After late night shifts you had gotten into the habit of stopping and subsequently staying the night at Joe’s house. You both often used the excuse that his apartment was just closer to the precinct and therefore more convenient. You had been doing this, non-defined, label-less relationship for just shy of five months. 

“I just feel like I can’t say no. The money and experience, it’s too good to pass up.” Joe hummed while taking a sip of his beer, analyzing your slumped form on his couch. You had yet to take off your coat or shoes and he could feel the exhaustion radiating from you. The tap of the bottle being placed back on the coffee table was the only warning you got before your legs were swung up into his lap. He unzips your boots and pulls them off setting them down neatly on the floor. His strong hands start rubbing your feet.  

“You need to learn. You’re going to burn yourself out at the rate you're going.” His hands are talented, and you lean further back against the arm of the chair.  

“If you weren’t being so nice to me, I would point out that you were up doing paperwork. But since you are, I’ll just smile and say you're right.” He paused his ministrations. 

“Really?” He was surprised that you gave in so easily. You were headstrong and liked to argue just for the sake of it sometimes. He hadn’t expected such an easy win.  

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel the effects of working so much.” His hands started moving up your calves stroking them absentmindedly. “I was thinking about it today actually. You know I’ve lived in New York for almost a year, and I haven’t even seen the touristy places. I’ve been talking about going to Coney Island since I moved here and I’m not closer to going than I was when I lived ten and half hours away.” You sigh before shaking your head at yourself. The idea that has been flashing through your mind won’t settle. “I’m going to use a sick day tomorrow. I just don’t think I have it in me to go back to the lab.” You had been working mandatory six days a week. Joe was right, you were feeling the burnout. 

“I think that is a good idea.” You reach for him, and he leans over you. You cup his cheek pulling him in for a kiss. It is slow and soft. His mouth was hot and followed the lead of your lazy kiss. It broke with a few lingering pecks on the lips. “You ready for bed baby? You look like you're falling asleep sitting up.” 

The two of you headed to the bedroom. Joe offered you a shirt to sleep in which you refused, teasing him that he is like sleeping against a furnace at night. You stripped down to just your cotton underwear and climbed into his arms reveling in the feel of his bare chest pressing against yours, your bodies tangled together. You had called the lab while getting ready for bed telling them that you wouldn’t be coming in the following morning because of food poisoning. 

Joe turned off the bedside lamp blanketing the room darkness. You had told him to wake you when he left for work, and you would head back to your apartment. You feel a kiss pressed to your temple before you're tucked under his chin. You barely have time to smile against his neck before you’ve drifted off. 

Something doesn’t feel quite right as you start to wake up the next morning. It takes you only a moment to realize what it is. Your body is no longer curled into Joe’s warm chest but the sad replacement of his pillow that only held trace amounts of his scent and body heat. The other was the sun was much higher in the sky than it should be. Had Joe not woken you up when he left for work? You found that hard to believe. Had you slept through his wake-up call, and he had given up? That also seemed unlikely but with how tired you had been last night, maybe? 

Joe walked into the bedroom, freshly showered and dressed in street clothes holding a cup of coffee. “Oh, good you’re awake, I thought I might have to wake you before you slept the entire day away.” He set his cup down sitting next to you on the bed. You sat up against the headboard watching him in confusion. He leaned over to kiss you and you made a face at the bitter taste of coffee still lingering on his lips.  

“Joe, what time is it, should you be at work?”  

“I guess your food poisoning was contagious.” The absurdity of the statement and your still half-asleep brain took a moment to process his meaning.   

“You’re playing hooky with me today?” You smile letting the covers drop from your naked chest. “You’re overdressed for the occasion.” Your greedy hands slid from his chest down towards the buckle of his belt. His hand caught yours pausing its movements on his lower stomach.  

“Sorry baby, not this time.” You tilt your head in confusion, searching his eyes. “We are already running behind, and we still have to stop at your apartment for you to get some clean clothes.” 

“Late for what?”  

“Coney Island.” You hadn’t thought much about your words last night. You had just been thinking out loud. Joe was one of the easiest people for you to talk to. While he had been sitting on the couch listening, he had felt a sense of guilt. He after all was part of the reason that you that you hadn’t been out much. You were working a lot but when you weren’t you had been hooking up with him. Sure, you went out to bars and the occasional place for food but mostly you guys spend your time in his apartment. He liked being around you, you were good company and the sex between the two of you had gone from great to better. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. He didn’t want to tarnish a good thing by making you think that he didn’t care about what you wanted to do. You were new in New York and had mostly been willing to tag along with what he wanted to do. He hadn’t thought about the fact that he had seen most of the city quickly because he had been around doing detective work while you were stuck in a lab trying to help clean up a mess that wasn’t yours. 

        “Jose, you going to show me the world on your magic carpet?”  

You hadn’t been so giddy to get out of bed in a long time. The next hour passed in a blur, going to your apartment for a quick shower and to get changed before climbing back onto Joe’s motorcycle and speeding off for Coney Island. It was the perfect day, sunny and 75 degrees. The ride gave you some long-missed color to your cheeks and a happy thrumming through your veins.  

You guys spent all day there and Joe let you have the full experience. The arcades, the overpriced greasy fried food and then the over-sugared snacks, the attractions, the rides, and he even tried his hand at a few stall games. He had won a stuffed animal now tucked into your purse, only its bright head peeking out of the top of the bag. It was dark now and all the lights had been turned on. There was only one thing the two of you had yet to do yet. “You sure you don’t want to do the Ferris Wheel?” Joe persisted as you shoved another piece of the elephant ear in your mouth, powdered sugar staining your lips. 

“I’m afraid of heights. I know it sounds like a cute idea, but I’ll probably end up leaving a bruise on your arm.” He laughed at this before pointing at the rollercoaster that was at least twice the size with his hand that wasn’t holding your plate of fried sugar. 

“Let me get this straight, you will ride a rollercoaster that is twice as tall and way faster, but you won’t ride the Ferris Wheel. Baby, that makes no sense.”  

“I don’t have time to be afraid on the rollercoaster.” You say with a shrug. “If you want to go on I will. I was just giving you a fair warning.” He smiled brushing some sugar off your cheek, then kissed your lips sucking the sugar off them. 

“We will save that for another day then.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

When you guys get back to Joe’s apartment you are both happy and blissfully tired. The day had been long but had left you with a new energy. A readiness for what was coming your way in life. It was probably the best date that you had ever been on. It brought up questions that you had been refusing to ask yourself. You knew that Joe wasn’t seeing anyone else, or you were pretty sure at least. His work schedule might not have been as busy as yours now, but it did come into play at random moments. If he had time to see someone else, you would have to be a bit impressed. 

The way he acted with you was so intimate, and personal. You weren’t official but after a day like today, you felt like you were.  

“Hey Joe, I was thinking,” He hummed his acknowledgment from where he sat on the couch. You were about to just ask him what you guys were. Tell him you wanted a label, a defined serious relationship to build off. When his green eyes meet yours, panic fills you with what the conversation could cost you. How good things are right now. How perfect this hooky day had been and the promise of another one to come.  

“What is it, sweetheart?” He prodded when you don’t continue. You lose your nerve and think of a pastime that would be a lot more pleasurable. It was already late at night, and you were about to make it later. You sink to your knees in front of him. 

“I was just thinking that you deserved a reward for this amazing day.” You push his shirt up licking a stripe above the waistband on his jeans. You smile when you hear the hitch in his breathing. You rub your hand over the crotch of his jeans and can already feel him starting to harden.   

“You don’t have to.”  

“I know, but I want to show you how much fun I had.” You start to undo his pants and slide them down. Despite his words, his cock was already half-hard and looking for attention. “Don’t you want me to show you, baby?” He didn’t have a chance to get words out when you took the tip into your mouth rolling your tongue around the head. He cursed shifting, forcing his cock further into your mouth. You moan around it. You tease him at first focusing on the sensitive tip sucking a caressing it with your tongue. When he’s fully hardened, and you can taste his precum you take more of him in your mouth and start bobbing your head.  

You know your jaw will hurt later but you don’t rush through it. You stay teasing until his hand has gathered up your hair in his fist and he is tugging at it, telling you to look at him. His moans start bouncing off the walls and he tries to keep himself from thrusting up to meet your lips. That’s when you take him as far as you can his tip brushing the back of your throat. He hisses and you increase your speed. You know he is close when his thighs start to tremble, and he can no longer resist the urge to thrust upward. He gives you a warning and tries to pull back, but you follow him as he comes. You swallow and continue to lick at his shaft for a minute longer. You pull back with an audible pop. He swipes his hand over the coffee table making his files and papers go flying onto the floor as he lifts you up onto it pulling your legs over his shoulders to return the favor.  

If you had been able to focus on anything, quite an impossible task with Joe’s mouth on your clit, or any time immediately after, you would have noticed that one of the papers on the floor was the answer to the question that you had been too afraid to ask.

Relationship Disclosure Form: Manhattan  

That ending was not what I wanted it to be but it’s close enough. I have a second part for this planned. I also have a couple of multiple-part series I want to write for Joe. So, keep a lookout. I’m going to keep writing self-indulgent fics unless anyone has any requests. If you like Nick Amaro, I have started writing for him too.   

[bullet-prooflove]

orgasm headcanon

With the SVU boys, please.

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

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

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

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

[storiesofsvu]

Joe Velasco dating Calvak!Reader HCs?

Rita never imagined herself with kids, couldn't picture it and knew she didn't like babies. She was content enough being Abby's godmother and already liked her a lot more as a teenager than a kid.

It was only when Casey started talking about how crap the foster system is and how many teenagers she'd seen booted out onto the street because their foster parents couldn't afford them/they were too old or the system that Rita began to think about it that way too.

So while Rita & Casey became your moms, they didn't do too much in raising you, you bonded in a little bit of a different way, they were your guardians, things were always a little more chaotic and fun around the house than a stereotypical family

Rita always encouraged you to do your best, helping with college applications, essays and the like and consistently reminded you that you could choose any college you wanted in the country

She's also setting you up with a trust fund the moment you're in their house and once you're done college and off campus, helps you apartment hunt for the best place suitable for you.

They both know you're seeing someone pretty quick, it's hard to keep secrets between the three of you and they can pick up on the extra giggles and smiles as you stare at your phone but neither of them is going to harass you over it, they know you'll open up when you're ready

it's Olivia that accidentally spills the beans, mentioning how nice it is seeing you around the precinct more and how much happier and less stressed Velasco has been.

Neither Rita or Casey is totally surprised, (but Rita 1000% swipes his jacket to read through and you better believe both women know every single available detail about him before meeting him).

Rita's the one to have the semi casual yet also semi threatening conversation with Joe about treating you spectacular and how you deserve the world. She's definitely the one that he's more than a little scared of at first and always makes sure to be on his best behaviour whenever she's around (work or personal)

Casey's approach is much lighter, they're liking out playing sports or working out together while they get to know each other

By the time the judgment phase is over, they both do really like him and have realized that he's nothing but a big softie who really cares about you

Joe does his best to try to teach Rita how to cook, despite the protests from both you and Casey that she *will* burn the kitchen down. And while there are no actual flames, it doesn't go over great. She does come out of it with at least a few ideas for meals that are easier.

Family night had been a tradition for years already, dinner, movie, games, whatever. and now that Joe's there he volunteers to cook for the three of you, as long as Rita stays in the other room.

Rita's definitely the one helping him pick out an engagement ring, and assuring him that cost isn't a matter. He promises to pay it back and starts making instalments right away. (to which Rita secretly puts right back into a savings account to build interest and help the two of you afford a house together when the time comes).

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that's about all i got for ya right now! thanks for requesting!<3

[muncysvelasco]

You guys just imagine joe velasco as a girl dad

[witches-unruly-heart]

If you were in a room with every character from every book you read/tv show or film you watched (imagine there is a room big enough) who would you gravitate toward the most

Ill give you 3 incase 1 is too hard 🤣

WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN?! 😩😮‍💨

I'll have to choose one from each 😅😩

Book: Matthew or Gallowglass (All Soul Trilogy - Deborah Harkness)

Series: Joe Velasco (Law and Order SVU)

Film: Merlin (Kingsman: the secret service)

THIS WAS SO HARD AND YOU'RE SO MEAN! 😩