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First of all, CONGRATS on your follower milestone! 🥳💕

Second of all, could I request 11. "You butt-dialed me, and now we have some things to talk about." with Joe Velasco please? 🥰

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Squad Room Secrets

Contains: Fluff, Fin being a fed up old man.

1.1K words

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” -  George Orwell.

"I'm going over tonight to watch the fight with her. I don't know man, I don't know where to start or what to say or how to say it."

Fin huffed, "I don't know Velasco, may start with how you feel. It's pretty simple."

Joe sat down like the world was resting on his shoulders, "Yeah Fin, that's going to go down great, 'hey y/n, I'm deeply in love with you and every second my not with you feels like torture' she's going to run for the hills."

Fin sighed, "Maybe not, maybe, you need to give her more credit than that."

Joe shook his head, "Like I said, even if I was going to tell her, I would have no idea where to start."

It felt dirty to listen to their conversation when you realised he hadn't meant to call, but after you heard the first few words, there was no stopping. You hung up the phone before Joe could realise what had happened and sat strewing for hours, thinking about whether you should rip off the bandaid or wait until tonight.

In the end, you decided it was better to face it head on and just call him. The phone rang a few seconds before Joe's voice came across the line, "Hey y/n, are we still for tonight?"

You took a deep breath, "You bet we are, but you butt dialled me, and now we have some things to talk about."

There was a sharp inhale, "How much did you hear?"

He sounded so worried, "I hung up when Fin tried to get you to role play."

Joe sighed, "Is this the part where you let me down easy?"

A little part of your heart broke that he was so ready to be rejected, "Umm, no, it's not. Look, we're both grown ups, and I'm not in the mood to hear Fin say he told me so fifty million times. We're both a fault here, I was just as chickenshit as you."

You could hear the gears turning in his head, "Are you saying…?"

"Yes Jose, I am saying that. I love you, I have for quite a while and I was intent on stewing in my own misery until you finally saw it but I see now that you are far too noble to make assumptions. I really need to get back to it but we can talk more about this tonight." It felt good to get it off your chest.

"That's great, I'd love that." There was a pause, "I love you y/n."

You sighed, "I love you too Joe."

****

You jumped and raced to the door when Joe knocked, and his face broke out into a smile when his eyes met yours, "Hey."

You waved, "Hey, you wanna come in?"

He nodded and kicked off his shoes as he walked through the doorway, "So, where do we start?"

You opened your arms, "How about a hug, we already do that." It felt different this time as his warm body wrapped around yours, "It's nice not feeling like a total perv when you hug me."

His laugh reverted through your chest like the drum beat of a well loved song, "I'm glad I wasn't the only one."

You never wanted to leave the safety of his arms, "You wanna sit down? They're just about to play to preshow."

He nodded, "Sure, you wanna talk first? We've got ten minutes."

You pulled back and shrugged, "What's there to talk about? Nothing's changed, not really. We're still going to do all the things we did before, it's just that we've added things and you can finally give up online dating."

He chuckled, "You're right. What did you cook?"

"I figured I had some making up to do, so I made your favourite." You pointed towards the oven, "And Creme Burlee."

He closed to distance again and took your face in his hands, "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, "Oh yes please." His lips didn't find yours right away, instead, he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he slowly closed the distance. You were surprised that when your lips finally touched, there was no burst of fireworks, rather, it was quiet, like you and Joe were the only two beings in the universe.

There was a buzz in the air that you swore was coming from your own ears but Joe pulled back with a disappointed sigh, "Food's done."

The world returned in sharp focus, "That it is. I'll get it ready if you put on the fight."

He nodded, "Sure. I enjoyed that."

"Yeah, me too."

****

"How is Fin going to get you back for being right?" You knew he would want something, he wasn't going to let it go with grace.

Joe snorted, "He said he's going to remind me about this until he retires."

You did your best to stop yourself from laughing, "Oh boy, you're going to be hearing about this for years."

Joe threw his arm over your shoulder and you turned your attention back to the TV as the fight continued. You flinched when a fist hit a face and Joe chuckled when your hand landed on his thigh, "You good there?"

You blinked and went to move but Joe placed his hand on yours, "Yeah, I'm good." He laced his fingers in yours, chuckling as you clenched it with every hit, "You're not normally like this, you love it most of the time."

You shrugged, "He looks like he's twelve. Plus, this ref isn't very good."

"We should go to a fight one day, on a date." There was a confidence in Joe you hadn't seen before and his smile had a certain charm.

"You don't need to convince me. Does this count as a date?" You were unsure, it didn't feel like a proper first date.

Joe shook his head, "No, this isn't a date, at least not a first date. We gotta go to dinner for that."

You nodded, "Ok, well do you want to go to dinner with me?"

Joe smiled, "Yes, I would like to go to dinner with you."

"So what does this count as?" You thought for a moment, "A get together?"

"Nah, we're just spending time together. You should get used to it, you're my girlfriend I'm going to want to spend a lot of time with you." He was definitely turning on the charm.

"I'd hope so, boyfriend." You paused, "That doesn't sound right, we're not twelve. Lovers?"

Joe suppressed a smirk, "Not yet. Significant other sounds nice."

You nodded, "Yeah it does. Which brings me to my next point, maybe you should stay the night and we can get coffee in the morning? Nothing has to happen, I just wanna make up for all the cuddling we've missed."

Joe smiled and moved closer before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, 'I'd really like that."

Fin

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Restaurant Scene

*Shout out to Munch 😢

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Princess Treatment

Terry Bruno x reader x Joe Velasco Warnings: language, alcohol, smut, threesome, oral, blowjobs, a little bit of spit, a little bit of semi derogatory praise/dirty talk, dirty talk, cum. I cannot believe this idea sat in the drafts for so long lol. This is also the first time I've written smut in a while so here's hoping it lives up to y'all's expectations lol. <3 5.5k

Being sent out of town for a work conference usually meant a private nice hotel room, a break from shitty precinct coffee and overcrowded bull pens and an excuse to indulge in good food since you could expense it later. While most of that applied to this case, there was still a bit of overcrowding. Due to a little bit of miscommunication back in New York and the hotel being fully booked up on their end, you’d ended up sharing a room with both Bruno and Velasco. At the very least, you were all friends and comfortable around each other that there wasn’t any awkwardness and the boys were nice enough to give you the ‘princess treatment’ and let you have the second bed to yourself the first two nights.

A day of lectures, speeches, networking and a fancy dinner later you’d retreated to cocktail hour at the hotel lounge. Work mode was still engaged, meandering around the bar pretending to be interested in the conversations when all you really wanted was to get a nice buzz on and hopefully get back to the room before the boys so you could take care of yourself and actually have a decent sleep tonight. On top of sharing the space and paper thin walls, the air conditioning was feeble at best and that certainly wasn’t helping combat the summer Arizona heat. You were finally able to pull yourself away from a far too long winded conversation to refill your drink before disappearing back upstairs. Letting yourself into the hotel room you let out a sigh, leaning back against the closed door as your eyes shut for a moment of peace now that you were finally alone.

Though your eyes flew open at the sound of a sultry giggle and your heart leapt in your chest when you realized you could hear the shower running. You reached for the door handle, thinking you’d caught one of the boys in the act as your eyes darted around the room for evidence before there was a thump on the wall that connected to the next hotel room, followed by the same giggle and you let out a breath. It was just the neighbours getting busy. You noticed Terry’s dress shirt tossed onto a space chair and deduced that he was the one in the shower, a soft rock playlist echoing from inside the bathroom that was much more on brand for him than Joe. Kicking off your shoes, you yanked down your dress pants to pull on your pj shorts, tossing your shirt in the direction of your suitcase, leaving you in the bralette you were planning on sleeping in to combat the heat.

As you settled on your bed and flicked on the television there was another thump on the wall behind your head, another small laugh followed by a muffled conversation. A moment later and instead of a giggle it was a soft moan and you couldn’t help but let out a groan, rolling your eyes. Incredibly thankful for your still full cocktail you picked it up off the nightstand, downing half of it as the noises on the other side of the wall continued to get more frequent. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as you shifted on the bed, while the noises weren’t exactly welcomed, they were increasing the already heightened libido you’d been fighting off this weekend. Glancing toward the bathroom door you started to wonder when Terry had gotten in the shower and just how long he planned on being in there for. There was another moan on the other side of the wall, followed by a few soft swears and a little whimper and you felt yourself tingle in ways you were very much trying to avoid. You tugged your lip into your mouth, glancing toward the bathroom once again and were just about to slip your fingers into the waist band of your shorts when a beep echoed from the door and you nearly jumped, reaching out for your cocktail again.

“Hey.” Joe flashed a tired smile in your direction as he let the door fall shut behind him, already tugging the shirt off his body to toss in the direction of his bag. He stalled slightly, glancing back to you as his hands came to his belt buckle, “you mind?”

“Huh?” You barely pulled your eyes away from the television and he chuckled.

“Who am I kidding, you’re already in your underwear.” Another couple of seconds and he was stripped down to his briefs, wandering to the mini fridge to grab a beer while you drained the rest of your cocktail. He looked up at the sound of your straw scraping the bottom of the glass combined with a muffled noise he couldn’t quite make out, “what?”

“Neighbour’s got company.” You explained, nodding your head toward the wall.

“Great.” He muttered, grabbing a beer, “you want one?”

“Please.”

He tossed you the chilled can before retreated to the other bed, dropping against it and you couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of your eye as he rolled the can against his neck to help cool down as he settled in. Right as he cracked open the beer there was a rather loud moan from the other side of the wall, followed by the sound of a spank and an even louder noise from the woman. An exaggerated chain of swears and moans began to come through the wall and Jose chuckled.

“Someone’s enjoying themselves.”

“Oh please.” You scoffed, “she’s showing off.”

“Yeah?” He raised a brow in your direction and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes.”

On the other side of the room the shower finally came to a stop, Terry stepping out wrapped in a towel a few minutes later. He was about to greet the two of you when the bedframe from the other room began colliding with the wall, the woman’s wails nowhere near natural and he huffed.

“Are they seriously still going at it?”

“Still?!” You whined, “it sounded like they just started.”

The banging on the wall increased, louder with each hit and you barely had time to wince before Terry pounded against the shared wall with his fist. Silence overtook the room for a couple of seconds, followed by muffled laughter until the moans started up again.

“Looks like no one’s getting any sleep tonight.” Bruno groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Great.” You muttered, taking a swig of your beer. You started to flick through the channels on the television to find something that would distract all three of you while the noises on the other side of the wall picked up, the bedframe hitting the wall again until there was a louder moan followed by silence.

“They finally tire each other out?” Joe asked quietly after a minute only to be proven wrong as a whine echoed through the wall.

“Oh fuck daaaddy…!!”

All three of you instantly grimaced and you downed the rest of your beer as Velasco swiped the remote from the nightstand, flipping through the menus until he found the pay per view channels. He barely even looked through the options, selecting one that instantly started playing.

“You really think that’s gonna help?” You asked, shuffling down to the foot of the bed to toss the empty can into the recycling.

“Hey, if you can’t be them, beat them.”

Neither you nor Terry were paying enough attention to correct him, your eyes flicking over to the television screen as Joe turned it up, the volume nearly rivalling that of your neighbours.

“Please tell me there’s more beer.” Terry asked with a groan, his eyes lingering on your chest as you bent over to grab three from the fridge, handing one to him and tossing one to Joe before your gaze landed on the screen.

“Christ, you really had to go with Owen Gray?”

“What?” Joe asked, his brow furrowing as Terry chuckled, stepping closer to you.

“You like Owen Gray?” He asked.

“What’s not to like?! I mean—” you stalled glancing back toward Joe, “wait, what did you just say?”

“What?” He replied.

“No, before that.”

“If you can’t be them, beat them?” He repeated, pulling a small laugh from both you and Terry.

“Velasco that’s not the saying.” He offered, cracking open his beer.

“Okay?” His eyes darted between the two of you, lingering on the television in the background as the scene started to pick up.

“It’s if you can’t beat them…” you began, lips curving up into a smirk as you glanced between the boys, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your eyes flicked back to the tv before landing on Joe again, “join them…”

“You suggestin’ what I think you are?” He asked, his eyes darkening.

“You two claim you know what the princess treatment is, time to put your money where your mouth is.”

Terry chuckled, stepping closer to you and your eyes landed back on him, “I think that’s definitely something we can do.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, grin on your lips, not noticing Joe moving off the bed behind you, “you think you can make me moan louder than that?” Your head nodded to the wall where the offending noises were still coming from and Terry laughed again.

“Princess believe me,” he leant in, his lips ghosting over your jaw and you felt your breath catch in your throat, “we’ll have you screaming louder than that before you know it.”

“Yeah…” Joe chuckled, his hands hot on your bare midriff as he caged you in from behind, “entire floor’ll know just how good you feel.”

A breathy sigh left your lips at the feeling of Jose’s lips meeting your neck, leaving gentle kisses against your skin as Terry nudged at your chin, tilting your face back to his and your eyes fluttered open, “you boys better keep up on your promises.”

“Oh you know we will.” He smirked, “we’re men of our word after all.”

Before you could berate him for talking to much he leant in, capturing your lips with his and you let out a moan into the kiss, your arms lazily looping around his shoulders while Velasco tightened his grip on your middle, pulling you tighter to him. Terry’s tongue slid across the seam of your lips and you easily parted them, granting him access to your mouth to deepen the kiss. One of your hands slid into his hair, threading through the curly locks and pulling ever so lightly.

You could feel the heat coming off of Joe’s body behind you as he stepped closer to you, his teeth scraping across your skin as he made a home in the crook of your neck, hell bent on leaving you with a mark to remember this by. His hands started to wander, ghosting across your skin until one of them settled right under your breast, thumb threatening to brush upwards and you arched your back into the touch, earning a dark chuckle from him.

“You’re a needy little thing aren’t you?” He husked into your ear and you whined into the kiss, earning a chuckle from him.

Joe’s hands crept upwards, groping your chest, practically groaning into your neck at the way your body arched directly into the touch and a second later your bralette was pushed up, exposing your flesh to the cool air. His fingers pinched your nipples, hardening them to peaks, rolling the nubs between his forefinger and thumbs until you were moaning into the kiss, practically grinding back against him. Terry broke the kiss, his lips trailing across your jaw to the opposite side of your neck, teeth scraping at your skin and Joe made quick work of the bralette, leaving you topless between them.

“Fuck…” you groaned as Velasco’s fingers deftly played with your chest, pinching your nipples away from your chest and Terry managed to pull himself away from your neck for a moment, feeling himself twitch at the sight of you topless before him.

“God, you should see her tits.” He muttered to the other man who let out a low chuckle.

“I just knew they had to be nice.” His lips brushed against your skin before his teeth nipped at your neck and your breath caught in your throat. “Bet that’s not the only pretty thing about her.” Joe murmured, one of his hands sliding down your stomach, and you instantly relaxed against him, letting your legs spread as his hand sunk between them. “Bet this fuckin’ pussy is gorgeous.” His hand retracted before spanking you over your shorts and you gasped, a near whimper leaving your lips as your body rocked toward the touch.

“Fuck…”

“Oh you like that?” The dark haired man teased as Terry continued to suck at your neck, “you’re this riled up already?” His hand returned between your legs, palming at you through your shorts and you couldn’t help but grind down onto him, little mewls escaping your lips.

“Touch me… please..” Your asked breathlessly, earning chuckles from both men.

Velasco moved his free hand to your waist, bracing you against him while Terry’s moved to your chest, taking his turn to grope at you, thumbs flicking over your nipples. The hand Joe had between your legs palmed at you one more time, pressing as hard as he could against your clit over your shorts before shifting them to the side and his fingers dragged through your bare cunt. You shivered between them, feeling yourself pulsing already as your folds became slicker with your juices.

“God she’s so fucking wet already.” Joe laughed.

“Yeah?” Terry glanced at you, curling a finger under your chin to catch your gaze with a smirk on his lips, “you’ve been sitting here listening to those two fucking? Getting all wet, hot and bothered, wishing it was you getting your needy little holes filled?”

You whined in response, Joe’s fingers continuing to lazily toy with your cunt, only smearing your juices around, not touching you where you wanted it most. When your head fell back on his shoulder again he pulled his hand away, spanking your cunt harder this time.

“Answer him princesa.”

“Y-yes!”

“You touch yourself?” Joe asked, his breath incredibly hot on your neck as his fingers continued to torment you.

“Almost.”

“Shame.” Terry chuckled, “that would’ve been a sight to see.”

“Is that what you want now?” Joe nipped at your neck, “to touch yourself?

“No!” You nearly cried, “you! I want you two.”

“Yeah?” Terry stepped forward, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking at it, nipping at your supple skin, relishing in the small groan that left the back of your throat and the way your body arched toward him. Standing up, he curled a finger under your chin, “what is it you want sweetheart? I mean, we could just touch you and be done for the night.” He nearly laughed at how instantly you shook your head, a worried look on your face, “I definitely want a taste of you, but I think you might enjoy our cocks the most.”

“Fuck, please. Oh please!” You begged, your lips pouting as his eyes darkened. Your head was quick to roll back onto Velasco’s shoulder as two of his fingers sunk into your pussy and you let out a low moan. “oh god…”

He thrusted a few times, coating his fingers in your slick before slipping them out and raising them to your lips. You obediently sucked them into your mouth, cleaning them of the juices as you groaned over your taste. As he pulled them from your mouth his hand instantly wrapped around your jaw, keeping your lips wide.

“Good girl.” He purred, glancing up towards the other man, “if you want our cocks you’re gonna have to show us just how badly you want them.” He gave Bruno a tiny nod, and the blonde dropped the towel around his waist, cock springing free, half hard between his legs as he started to palm at it. Joe craned your neck back just far enough, his mouth right over yours as he spat into it, still holding your jaw open so your saliva was pooling between your lips. He tilted your head down towards Bruno, “spit in his hand so he can get his cock nice and wet.”

Your head tilted down towards Terry’s outstretched hand, spitting the mixture of saliva’s and your wetness into his, watching with eager wide eyes as he began to stroke himself, smearing the wetness around his thick cock. He pumped his hand a few times, watching the way your pupils dilated with a smirk on his lips. Behind you, Joe’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you backwards until he was toppling down onto the foot of the bed and you could feel his cock pressed between his stomach and your back. His hands began to roam your body again, pinching at your chest and ghosting between your legs until you were shivering in his arms. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties, shoving them down your legs and Terry was eager to pull them the rest of the way off, hands gliding up your legs, spreading them apart. You let out a low whine, your pussy pulsing around nothing as need burst through you.

“Open up.” Joe husked into your ear, his hand gliding up your neck before his thumb pulled your chin down, “I can think of a better use of that mouth than whining.”

Terry chuckled, stepping closer to the two of you as you leant forward, lips parted for him, “that’s it.” One hand cupped the side of your cheek while the other continued to stroke his cock, “keep that pretty mouth open.”

With Joe’s arm wrapped sturdily around your waist you were able to angle yourself perfectly to wrap your lips around Terry’s cock, sinking down inch by inch until it was buried in your mouth. He let out a soft groan above you, hand tangling into your hair as you began to bob on his cock. Your tongue swirled around, tracing the veins, flicking at the head and his small groans turned louder, fingers tightening in your hair.

“Fuck that’s good, baby.” He grunted, unable to control his hips as he started gently thrusting into your mouth.

Behind you, Velasco’s hand snuck down your body, beginning to lazily play with your clit and you moaned around Terry’s cock, pulling a hiss from him as the vibrations sent pleasure coursing through him. His sounds only urged you on, moving faster, sucking harder around him, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You nudged even further, sinking his length as deep into your mouth as you could, holding there as his fingers tugged at your hair. Terry felt himself throb inside your warm mouth and when he glanced down he was met with the sight of drool pooling in the corners of your mouth as you gagged around him, your hips jumping backwards towards Joe as he continued to toy with you. The moment your hand reached up and gently cupped his balls was when it was almost too much for him, pre-cum leaking out of the tip of his cock, sliding down your throat. With a reluctant groan the hand in your hair tugged you off him, a gasp escaping your lips as he did.

“So good at that.” He husked, thrusting back between your lips only to pull himself fully out again a few more times as Joe increased the pressure on your clit.

“More…” You begged and both the men chuckled darkly.

“I did say I wanted a taste.”

Joe’s hands instantly slid over your ass, wrapping around the backs of your thighs and yanked you upwards in his lap, your knees bending as he spread your legs even wider for the other man. Terry dropped to his knees in front of you, surging forward to lick a broad stripe through your cunt, tongue flicking your clit before he dove in between your legs. You couldn’t help but let your head fall back onto Joe’s shoulder, already whimpering and moaning at the way your pussy was fluttering. Terry’s tongue sunk into you, groaning over your taste, his lips moving against you perfectly, your breath picking up with each pass of his tongue. A hand came to thread into his hair, holding him even tighter to your pussy, urging him on and he eagerly accepted. His nose brushed your clit and you gasped, hips jolting up to the touch and Terry was quick to follow that sign, his lips wrapping around your clit.

“Oh god!” Your eyes scrunched shut as pleasure sparked beneath your skin, “fuck, don’t stop.”

Your body shuddered, juices dribbling from your throbbing cunt down onto Joe’s thigh and he chuckled, “think she likes that.”

Terry responded with a grunt against your body, the vibrations pulling another moan from your lips as his hand snuck between your thighs. In one swift movement he was able to slide two fingers into you, thrusting them back and fourth in time with the flick of his tongue. A sheen of sweat broke out on your skin as you began to pant, pussy clenching down around his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck!”

Joe could feel your thighs trembling under his hands, the way they threatened to push against him as if you could even try to close your legs right now. As much as he wanted to truly get his hands on you he knew the moment he unpinned you, you’d lose what little muscle control you had left so he resorted to sucking on your neck again. His teeth sinking into your sensitive skin, tongue soothing the burn but only for a second before he was biting you again, his lips suctioning around the growing mark to make it even darker. His fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs and you were certain your neck wasn’t the only place you were going to have marks in the morning. Your body kept grinding between the two men, hips pressing forward to thrust your needy cunt toward Terry’s mouth and hands, cries of pleasure escaping you when he crooked his fingers.

“Right there!”

The noises you were making were going straight to both men’s dicks, Joe could feel himself absolutely throbbing behind you, pre-cum dampening his briefs, leaking through to a cool patch on your otherwise burning skin. His lips traced up your neck, marking you in as many spots as he could, practically growling into your ear as his hands pulled your thighs even wider. You skin was ablaze as Terry curled his fingers again, pressing harder and longer against the sensitive spot inside you and you could feel yourself pulsing around him, juices leaking down his wrist. His mouth suctioned harder around your clit with one final press of his digits and that was all it took to have you coming around his fingers, body shaking in Joe’s arms as his teeth scraped against your skin.

“Jesus! Fuck!” Your moans bounced off the walls of the hotel room as you shuddered, beginning to go slack when Joe dropped your legs and Terry let out a low swear, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth as he got to his feet. You looked up at him with wide, begging eyes, “please…”

He chuckled at the pout forming on your lips, the one that grew larger when Velasco slid out from under you, letting your back hit the mattress.

“Oh princess… you didn’t think I was gonna let you out of here without fucking you, did you?” He stepped back toward the edge of the bed, finger tips trailing through your folds, “you think I’d do that to myself? To Joe here?” He spread your pussy lips wide, eyes dropping to it as it glistened in the low light, “get you all nice and soaked, listen to how gorgeous you sound when you come to what? Never hear it again?”

Joe had shifted off the side of the bed, ridding himself of his briefs with a shuddering groan as his cock sprung free, hard against his stomach, leaking with pre-cum. The sight of your pussy was one thing, but the noises coming from it as Terry continued to toy with you were on a whole different level.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy,” Terry stated, gently spanking it, “and Joe’s gonna fuck your mouth, alright?” Hand wrapped around his cock, the tip of it brushed against your clit, making you shudder and he thrust himself a couple of times, smearing your juices. “Think I’m gonna come all over your tits.” He said, more to himself though he glanced up at Joe, “what about you?”

A near growl left the back of Joe’s throat, his eyes trained between your legs, “wanna come all over that fuckin’ pussy.”

“That alright with you?”

“Yes!” You practically yelped, nodding furiously, “yes please!” You shifted just enough, your head rolling to the side to face Joe with your lips parted, “just fuck me!”

Neither of them wasted any time, Joe immediately sinking into your wet mouth, eyes shutting the second your lips were wrapped around him and he could already feel himself twitching at the way your tongue danced against him. Terry wrapped his hand around his cock, sinking slowly into you until your hips met his and he let out a low moan, one that you matched, though muffled around the other man’s length.

The two of them somehow set a near identical rhythm, thrusting in and out of you with soft grunts and groans. You weren’t entirely sure whose hands were where on your body, your tits and clit constantly played with, sparking fire throughout your veins. Had you not been so focused on sucking off Joe you were sure you would have been a complete mess between them in a matter of seconds. Your hand reached up, wrapping around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, squeezing softly and you felt Joe throb between your lips, the saltiness of his pre-cum dripping down your throat and you eagerly swallowed it down.

Terry’s thumb began rubbing your clit, barely pressing against it as he fucked deeper into you, his cock dragging over your walls and you could feel every vein and ridge hitting each spot inside you. Someone tweaked at your nipples, pinching hard and a loud moan broke free of your lips, Joe’s cock popping out and he swore. Your eyes fluttered open to catch his gaze as you stroked him, tits swaying in rhythm of the other man fucking you, your lips parted as you panted.

“Fuck that’s good.” He groaned, his cock pulsing in your hand and you whined causing his lips to curve up into a smirk, “you like that, huh?” His hips began thrusting into your hand, “like the way Terry’s fucking you? You take his cock so good,” a moment later and your lips were back wrapped around him, taking his dick deep into your throat, “such a good little cock slut, aren’t you?” His hand tangled into your hair, holding you down as he lazily fucked your mouth.

“Fuckin’ needy pussy.” Terry grunted, feeling how tightly you were clenching around him already, “just fucking soaked. Like being used like this, don’t you?” His hips met yours with another powerful thrust and you let out a loud whimper.

“Yes! Fuck!” Your hands clawed at the bedspread, “oh god Terry!” You moaned, hips jumping off the bed when his fingers returned to your clit, “feels so good!”

“Yeah?” He circled his hips, the head of his cock brushing your g-spot and you cried out, “you gonna come for me? Come all over my cock like a good little slut?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, pussy pulsing around him as your lips wrapped back around Joe’s cock, twitching between your lips.

You could feel the wet mess between your legs, slick dripping down your thighs, smearing where your bodies met, spit leaking from the corner of your mouth as Joe continued to pump his cock down your throat. Sparks danced beneath your skin, driving the fire hotter and hotter deep in your stomach until the coil burst and you couldn’t help but moan loudly, swears leaving your lips as you came hard, squeezing so tightly around Terry that he swore, stilling his hips as he willed himself not to come.

“Fuck.” He grunted, reluctantly pulling out of you and moving to swap spots with Velasco, “god princess, that pussy’s so fucking tight when you’re coming for us.” His eyes darkened at the way you were still shivering on the bed, your eyes fluttering as pleasure soared through you, juices dribbling out of your swollen cunt.

You could feel Joe’s hands on your thighs, spreading you wide for him and your eyes shot open when he thrust himself deep into your throbbing pussy.

“Oh fuck!” The cry left your lips completely unwillingly as Joe set a brutal pace, he’d had enough of his cock aching, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep in your warm cunt. His hands gripped your thighs, small grunts coming from the back of his throat as he fucked deeper and deeper into you, each thrust harder than the one before, bringing a more high pitched whimper or moan from your lips.

Beside you Terry groaned, fisting his cock faster, his hand squeezing tighter, knowing he didn’t have much longer to go. The noises you were making were more than enough to push him over the edge and he swore quietly as his cum shot out, painting your tits in stripes of white.

“Fuck that’s hot.” Joe groaned, his attention jumping from your cum painted tits down to between your legs when you squeezed around him, “Jesus Christ princesa. You do that again and you’re gonna make me come already.”

You had just enough energy left to giggle and if Joe had more strength he would’ve scolded you, luckily Terry was just recovered enough to reach out, pinching at your clit sharply before rolling it between his fingers. A loud groan left your lips as your head dropped back onto the bed and Terry spanked your clit, causing your body to jump up toward the touch.

“Fuck…”

“I know you’re close,” he urged, knowing just how slick Joe’s cock was each time he pulled out of your sopping cunt, “come again, let Joe feel how fucking incredible it is.”

Terry spat onto your clit, using the extra wetness as lubrication, his fingers rubbing hard and fast on the swollen nub.

“Fuck! That’s good.” Joe grunted, his hips beginning to falter at how tightly you were squeezing around him.

“Mmm…” you whined, “mm c-coming…”

Your pussy pulsated, tingling sparks through your entire body as another orgasm crashed over you so intensely your juices came dripping out around Joe who barely had enough time to pull out, watching the way they soaked the duvet.

“Fuck..” he muttered, hand quickly wrapping around his cock, jerking himself the rest of the way to his peak, cum spurting out onto your pussy. His hands dropped to your sides, caging you into the bed as he panted, pressing messy wet kisses to your stomach as your chest heaved. “Shit, baby.”

He crawled over you, lifting you up the bed so you could relax against the pillows before he collapsed beside you, Terry dropping down onto your other side.

“Holy fuck.” You muttered, a small laugh leaving your lips, “you boys know how to hold up your end of a bargain.”

Terry laughed, a hand swatting at your thigh before squeezing it, “we’d never let ya down, you know that.”

“Yeah.” Joe grinned, “added bonus, seems like that shut the neighbours up.”

The three of you burst into laughter, only to be silenced a moment later by a banging on the wall. A near frenzied quiet took over the room while you stifled a giggle, your pulse still racing from the sex never mind the embarrassment of how loud you’d been sinking in. You thought you were in the clear until a soft moan echoed through from the other side of the wall and Terry let out an annoyed groan, shoving a pillow over his head.

“Hey, don’t complain yet.” Joe laughed, turning to you with darkening eyes, “the night’s young. We can play this game until our little princess has screamed so much her throat is hoarse.”

“Oh really?” You raised a brow in his direction as Terry lifted the pillow off his face.

“Yeah.” The dark haired man began crawling back down the bed, his cock already stiffening between his legs, “we’re gonna make you come until you’re begging us to stop. And I’m gonna start by eating you out until my jaw fucking cramps.”

With a devilish grin, he disappeared between your legs and a breathy moan left your lips, silenced by Terry’s mouth on yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth as the three of you geared up for the next round.

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Risk

Joe Velasco x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

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Warnings: undercover, attempted assault, injury to reader (not sexual), Joe being protective af, violence, hospital, medical stuff (stitches), flirty ending (barely)

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Joe shoved you forward forcefully, fully embracing his role as your pimp. This wasn’t his first undercover job but it was yours. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears but you remained focused on the mission. You stumbled a bit before a few sleazy looking men noticed you. They all sat on different chairs and couches in the midst of the loud party. You saw dozens of young girls, no way even half of them were 18. 

“Hey sweetheart, who do you belong to?” one hispanic man, Tony Marco, your prime suspect asked as he grabbed your hand.

You wanted to recoil but you knew you couldn’t “Papi!” you yelled, smiling sweetly at the man.

Joe walked up behind you, “Aww did my girl catch your eye?” he asked the man. 

“In a dress like that she’s hard to miss.” the man said, pulling you towards him.”What colors do you run with?” the man said, looking Velasco up and down, unable to identify what gang he was a part of.

“Bloods, Crips, North side, West side - The only color I care about is the green that lines my pockets. My girls are loaned out to everyone, as long as they can pay.” Joe said, giving you a slight shove so you landed on the man's lap.

The man nodded, letting a smack land on your ass as your already short dress rode up even higher. “I can respect a man who has his priorities straight. Think I can take shorty here upstairs for a minute?” he asked, rubbing his hand up and down your side.

You let your finger trace over his jaw, seducing him just like you were told to. 

“Just don’t tear her up too bad, she’s my top girl. $800 an hour.” Velasco said. He pulled you up as the man gulped down the last of his drink. He leaned in close whispering in your ear, “Be careful, I’ll be close by.” he said.

The man slapped a wad of cash into Velasco’s hands before he grabbed the back of your arm, dragging you up the stairs. He slammed the door shut as you sat on the bed with your legs crossed. The man smiled at you flashing a few golden teeth in his mouth as he slid his hand between your knees pushing your legs apart. “Why don’t you lean back so I can show you a good time baby?” he said, pushing you onto your back.

You felt your heart hammering in your chest, starting to panic. He pulled the skirt of the dress up, tearing at your panties. You prayed Olivia and Fin saw what was going on through the spy cam that was the button on your dress. “W-wait…” you squeaked out.

“You don’t tell me to wait bitch - I paid your man, now I get you for an hour to do whatever I want.” he said, slapping you across the face. 

You groaned, the fat rings on his fingers stung against your face. You pushed against him, trying to make him back up. 

“Oh you’re gonna be difficult?” he said, holding your wrists down before pulling a knife, he held it near your throat, shutting you up entirely. You felt tears leaking out the sides of your eyes. You prepared for the absolute worst, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to dissociate. 

The man ran his hand up your leg before the door shot open. The man quickly straightened up, slicing your leg open on accident as he pulled away. You shrieked at the searing pain.

Velasco stood in the doorway, nothing but hate on his face. “What you want papi? I paid, now fuck off!” The man pulled you by your ankle so your hips were at the edge of the bed. 

“Tony Marco put your hands up - you’re under arrest for sex trafficking, possession of narcotics with intent to distribute, and a whole bunch of other shit.” Velasco punched him twice - hard. You could hear the bones in his face crack with each hit. He cuffed him and shoved him towards the first cop who entered the room. “Get whoever you can downstairs, see if you can get any of them to flip on him.” Velasco said, trying to shield your body from the other police who flooded into the house.

“Baby…” he rushed to the bed. Your hands were held up, trembling. Velasco gently pulled your skirt down to try and make you feel more comfortable. You flinched away from him and as much as he knew it wasn’t because of him, his heart still felt a pang of sadness. When Valsco pulled his hand back up he couldn’t ignore the bright red blood on his hand. He pulled your dress to the side, noticing the large gash. Whatever knife he used was sharp as could be. He didn’t see bone but he did see muscle, it needed stitches ASAP. He took his top shirt on, remaining in his muscle shirt. He pressed the fabric to the gash, asking you to sit up. 

You were so overwhelmed and had lost a good amount of blood all you heard before the world went black was Velasco calling for a bus.

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You heard rhythmic beeping before you were able to open your eyes. When you finally did you saw Joe sitting in the chair next to the hospital bed, his hand in yours as he slept. 

“You’re up.” you heard from the doorway, Olivia shutting the door quietly. 

You nodded at her, the memories from the night before were still fresh. You moved the covers slightly to look at your leg, it was wrapped from the knee to the upper thigh in white gauze. “How bad is it?” you asked.

“He got you good, 30 stitches. I’m sorry we didn’t get there sooner, the guys downstairs put up a fight.” she sighed.

You shrugged, “I knew the risk going in there.”

Olivia gave you a tight-lipped smile, recognizing that you needed time to process. “Take a few days. You and Velasco. He hasn’t left your side since you got here.” 

You looked at him, watching his peaceful face.

“You picked a good one.” Olivia said, looking between the two of you before she smiled and closed the door.

You smiled; you and Joe had been together for almost a year but kept it from the squad, wanting work to remain work and private life to remain private. You shook Joe’s hand slightly.

He jolted awake, eyes landing on you immediately before he stood up, sitting on the edge of the bed. He held your hand between his, using the other to stroke your cheek gently. “I’m so sorry,” he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What happened wasn’t your fault.” you said, holding his wrist as his thumb rubbed over your cheek. 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad. I never should have let you go up there.” he sighed, eyes glancing down at your wrapped leg. 

“Hey,” you said, sitting up and tilting his face towards you, “you are the one who got up there and got that bastard away from me. You are the one who arrested that absolute scum. And you are the one who’s here for me.” you said, pecking his lips. 

Joe leaned his forehead against yours, taking in your presence. “I love you, I’m never putting you in that position again.” he said.

You kissed him again, “I can think of a few different positions we could be in…” you chided with a smirk.

Joe laughed, “You couldn’t wait ten minutes without being an absolute freak?” 

“You have that effect, let's go home.” you said.

Joe nodded, going to flag down a nurse to get your discharge paperwork ready. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! First SVU fic :D will probably also write for Carisi because I love that Italian fuck. Would LOVE requests for either him or Joe. Send them my way ASAP!!!!!! XOXOXOXOXO

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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." 

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"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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Scar - [ Joe Velasco ]

Send me a prompt or a single word and I’ll write five-ten sentences/paragraphs about it

Prompt: “How did you get this scar?”

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“You know, I’ve always wanted to ask you…” You began in a murmur, the hotness of your breath rippling over Joe’s chest like a blessed wave as you lay there, your finger trailing slowly across a faint, ragged scar just above his collarbone. “How did you get this scar?”

“From some lowlife with a broken glass bottle,” Joe replied, his voice still husky from sleep as he shifted a touch beneath you, causing you to draw back your hand, your fingers curling into a fist until he settled again. It was only then, as he seemed to pull you closer and nuzzle his cheek against the top of your head, did you place your hand back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palm as you covered it from your view, something Joe easily picked up on despite his inability to see the worry your eyes. “It happened a long time ago… Before I even met you.”

“I know,” You whispered, tilting your head to look up at him with a whole new softness sitting deep in your features. You lifted your hand from the scar, slowly grazing it along the length of his neck and coming to land on the side of his face, feeling the slight roughness to his stubble against the tip of your thumb as it drew slow circles over his cheek. “But I still hate the idea of you getting hurt.”

The innocence to your timid tone, and the avoidance in your eyes as you all but confessed the one, deep, fear-riddled secret you had from him, made Joe’s heart weep beneath his tightening chest. He never really gave a second thought about how it affected you, having to go about your day whilst living with the constant fear over what might happen to him on the job and so he pulled you closer, one arm tightening around your waist as the other reached up to cup your face, his thumb trailing lightly along the underside of your eye and he stared deeply into them.

“You don’t need to worry about any of that, mijo,” Joe said softly, leaning in to press a such a gentle, tender kiss to your lips that all your worries easily dissipated from within your body. He drew back just a touch, his forehead still resting against yours as he added, with all the assurance in the world, “Because now that I have something worth coming home to… There’s not a single perp in this city that could ever be able to stop me.”

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NSFW Alphabet: Joe Velasco  

I’ve always wanted to do this, and I thought it would be fast and easy but boy was I wrong. I think I went a little overboard, but I enjoyed this, and I would do it again for other characters. WARNING: There is a small mention of SA  

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

Joe is an aftercare king. He has been touched starved most of his life and loves physical contact. He wants to stay in bed and hold you, caress your body, and kiss your skin until your heartrates even out and the sweat from your lovemaking cools. He will run his hands through your hair and whisper sweet words in your ear. You can tell how much he enjoyed the sex by the ratio of English to Spanish. He defaults back to his mother tongue the harder the climax hits which leaves him in a state of superior orgasmic high.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s) 

Joe’s favorite body part of his is his arms. He keeps himself in good shape for his job and is proud of the physical effects it has on his body. He likes knowing that he is strong and that if he needs to, he can protect you.    

Joe’s love your body in its entirety. He makes that very clear to you many times over. If you ever had any body issues this man is the cure for them. That said he is definitely a thigh man. Any chance he gets his hands smooth over your thighs, squeezing the tender flesh and muscles there. He loves to slide between your thighs, kissing and sucking bruises into them. When he knows you’ll indulge him he will lay his head on your lap for hours while watching the football game or when he is exhausted from work, take a nap.      

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 

Joe isn’t really concerned with his own cum. He doesn’t have a breeding kink and he has always been rigidly careful with all his sexual partners, always using condoms. It took months into a steady relationship with you and the assurance of birth control to convince him to do it raw. You were shocked to find out that you were the first person he ever had sex without protection with. 

He is, however, obsessed with your arousal. He wants to make sure you are completely soaked. He loves the taste and the feel of it dripping down his chin or thighs depending on the position.  

D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Joe lost his virginity to a girl who was in the gang back in Jaurez that he helped when he was younger. He was only thirteen and the girl was nineteen. It was an awkward experience, and the girl was high on something. Joe doesn’t like to think about it and has never admitted that he hadn’t consented to it. All his friends thought it was so cool that he had been with an older girl, so he never made a big deal out of it.    

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

Joe has experience, mostly with hookups and one-night stands. He had a Casanova phase. The women were fast but warm. He learned a lot about women this way but towards the end, it just left him feeling emotionally empty. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) 

Joe’s favorite position is missionary, mating press, or anything position that is face to face. Joe likes to kiss, and he is good with his tongue. He gets quite hypnotized watching your breast bounce. It gives him easy access to suck on your breast or slide his hands between your legs to play with your clit.    

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) 

Joe is more passionate and serious in bed. But the longer you guys are together and the more intimate you get the more his humor shows. The pillow talk is where he gets more relaxed and jokes around.    

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

Joe doesn’t do a full manscape, but he likes to keep his hair trimmed up. But if his life gets busy, he doesn’t think much about it. He is the type of guy that if you requested him to completely shave, would do his best to oblige you.   

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

Joe loves intimacy even if he doesn’t realize it. He likes making his partner feel good and like there is a connection. When he is in a stable relationship the intimacy from him doesn’t just double but triples. He wants to touch you, hold you, finger your hair, share eye contact, and most of all he wants you to know that he sees you and that you see him.   

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) 

Joe masturbates but not to an extreme. He would much rather wait until he has time to have sex with you. He usually only does it when he is trying to blow off steam or has had a stressful day. He will also take care of himself if he is horny, but you aren’t in the mood to have sex.   

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) 

Joe has a praise kink and loves to dirty talk. He loves hearing the sounds from your lovemaking. The moans and groans you make, the smack of your bodies meeting, the squelching sounds of wet pussy as he thrusts into you good and hard. A bonus kink of Joe’s is thigh-high stockings, the man goes feral when you wear them. Be warned that you will probably be sporting finger-shaped bruises on your thighs for weeks after.     

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) 

The bed or couch is the usual go-to for Joe. He likes the comfortability and versatility that they provide for positions and moving around. He has of course christened his entire place with you and has found various other preferences. He likes shower sex but gets tired of the water running cold before he is through with you. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) 

You. Joe doesn’t need much reason to have sex. A big turn-on for him is when you initiate. There is just something about you wanting him and having no trouble showing it, that has all his blood heading south.   

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

Joe is not willing to share. He will never be okay with having another person join in on your sex life.   

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

Joe loves to give oral. If he could eat your pussy every day, he would. He is a pro at it and doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking and you're trying to push him away from being overstimulated. Then he will take his time licking up his mess from your inner thighs. 

Joe always enjoys a good blow job. You on your knees in front of him sucking his cock, tongue licking, spit lubricating the slide he could lose his damn mind. That being said, at the beginning of your relationship he would never ask for one. He had bad experiences with some of the women he was with not enjoying it, giving little to no effort, or complaining. It made it not worth it to him because he wanted to bring his partners pleasure and their obvious distaste for the act was a turnoff for him. He stopped asking and for a long time, none of his hookups offered so he went without. He was shocked and unbelievably turned on by how into you were. He still doesn’t like asking, and you offer often so he doesn’t have to, but he will on occasion now.    

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

Joe is on both sides of his coin. He can be slow and passionate, especially during lazy morning sex. when the mood strikes making you feel every inch of his cock filling you. Whispering praises into your ear and caressing your skin. His default is on the rougher side. He will take you fast and rough, skin slapping against yours. He will take you, make you his, and leave some sort of love bite on your skin to remember him by.  

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

While Joe would prefer to take his time, he enjoys quickies. Life is fast past and busy there is no way of getting around it if you want to steal some time for release in each other. He will also admit that the limited time and having to finish up and act like it never happened adds a sense of urgency and can make the experience hotter.    

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

Joe is willing to take some risks. He likes to experiment and is willing to try pretty much anything you request. Working at SVU and what he has seen there are some lines he won’t cross. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) 

Joe has a higher stamina. He can drag foreplay and sex out for hours. He will also go multiple rounds if you have the time and energy. The two of you tend to have 24-hour fuck-a-tons after he gets back from undercover assignments leaving you both sore and walking a bit funny for a few days afterward.    

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) 

No, Joe doesn’t have any toys. He doesn’t see the use for them but would probably use them on you if you asked. He’s more of a restraint guy, he would prefer to cuff or tie you up.  

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

This man is the biggest tease. He will have you so worked up that you will be hating him as much as you love him. You will be shaking and begging him to just take you already. The payoff is more than worth it, the orgasm and the afterglow high are otherworldly.  

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

Joe is pretty vocal he will grunt and groan. He likes to talk dirty when he is taking you and gets off on the sounds you guys make when having sex. He can be quiet with the right motivation for doing the deed in more risqué spots.  

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) 

While Joe doesn’t smoke often anymore, he always has a spare pack of cigarettes in his house and in his motorcycle side bag. He only craves them when his stress level gets too high or when he has had a particularly rough round of sex that releases that stress. He doesn’t like anyone to know and goes to great lengths to cover it when he does. You had found out when he had lit one up while you were supposed to be showering but had come back in to urge Joe to join you. 

He had been sitting on the bed, a cigarette held loosely in his fingers as he blew smoke out the window. His body was relaxed, and he seemed at peace at that moment. He had been embarrassed you had caught him.  

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

Joe is a shower, not a grower. He is a big boy with above average in size cock, about 6.5 to 7 inches long. He is girthy enough that there is a definite stretch when he first enters you but nothing overwhelming.    

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

Joe has an above-average sex drive. He wants to have sex multiple times a week. He also goes through phases where he wants to spend days in the bedroom, inside of you. It does occasionally dip with bad cases at work or when his personal life feels out of control.  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Joe tries to stay awake after, but he usually ends up falling asleep quickly. It’s hard for him not to when he is riding the high from his orgasm and your soft body is tucked into his. You can try to sneak out of bed to use the bathroom or grab a glass of water, but you will wake him. Joe is a light sleeper.  

Another one is done! I have been loving writing again. I think I might branch out and do some other SVU characters too. I started rewatching season 13 and I forgot how much I loved Nick Amaro- I'm not ashamed to admit I have it bad for Latino men! So anyways I have a few ideas for him too. I love Barba and Carisi too, but I think I would struggle writing for them. If you want me to attempt just let me know along with any request.

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stills for ‘Children of Wolves’

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octavio pisano as jose 'joe' velasco in law & order svu 25.13

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Paoa Joe having doubts

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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Red Light Blue Light😨❤️

With Manny from Mayans MC for, "Please stay, I don't want to be alone tonight." Requested by @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna

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With Jax Teller for, "I love the sound of your voice." Requested by @yourwinchesterbros

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With Terry Bruno for, "I'm pretty sure I've discovered a new species of roach, can you come over and kill it for me?" Requested by @mysoulisasunflower

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If the Law and Order people wanted to impress someone on a date, what would they go for?

Pairings || Law and Order SVU characters x GN!Reader

Contents/Warnings || First date fluff, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety sorta

Authors Note || sorry that asks are coming out slowly, i’ve been hyperfixating on a different fandom :’)

Rafael Barba

Flowers on the first date kinda man

Would take you somewhere expensive

Probably a quiet, fancy restaurant where the two of you could have nice conversations in a calm environment

Refuses to let you pay, not even half

If it’s going well, he’d maybe want to walk around the city afterwards so your conversations can continue

He definitely planned all of this to try to be impressive

Sonny Carisi

Instead of a restaurant, he’d want to cook for you

His cooking skills are impressive enough

But he also impresses you just by being himself— an attentive listener and a perfect gentleman

Doesn’t mean he’s not freaking out on the inside, though

You can tell

Probably would google how to impress someone on a first date tbh

Olivia Benson

Hybrid bookstore/coffee shop date

Isn’t really worried about “impressing” you, so she just acts as she normally would

Would want to pay for your coffee though

And unintentionally impresses you by the amount of books she’s read and the conversations she makes

But who wouldn’t be impressed by her in general anyways?

Amanda Rollins

Paint and sip class !!

She’s confident and isn’t very nervous

The sip part of the class definitely helps calm any nerves that arise

Thinks the paint and sip is fun for a first date

And hopes maybe it’s just a little impressive

Fin Tutuola

Wouldn’t be great at planning the date himself

Either Olivia helps or you’re the one planning the date

He’s also definitely more nervous than he says he is

Despite this, he impresses you with how funny he is

Also offers to pick you up to go wherever you decide

And pay for anything, or at least split costs if you try to decline his offer

Joe Velasco

Dinner date at his favourite restaurant

Really, really hopes you like the food as much as he does

Possibly a nightcap afterwards so you’ll have more time to talk and continue the date

He tries a little too hard to impress you by trying to show off his knowledge on any subject you bring up

But you can tell he’s anxious

But the fact that he’s trying so hard is cute

Elliot Stabler

Central park date

Walking around a bit, sitting and talking on a bench, getting drinks and food from any food carts that are around

Tries to impress you by paying for anything you want and being attentive

He’s a little awkward

And protective despite it being the first date

[storiesofsvu]

Devour

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jose…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lie back.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feels so good.”

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, fuck…gon’ come.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck! Right there!”

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

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

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

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

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

“F-fuuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Comfort

Law & Order; SVU: Jose 'Joe' Velasco Word Count: 720 (T)W: Period pains Request: No A/N: Reader is Female coded. GIF Credit to original owner

It was dinner time when Joe made an appearance at your door. You had called in sick to work due to your cramping being much worse than normal, to the point were getting out of bed and moving from certain positions was causing pain. You knew you had to eat, but the thought of moving and eating was making your nausea from the cramping worse. You silently cursed whoever was at your door, making you move from the first position you had found all day that alleviated some of the pain.

When you answered the door Joe was taken aback by how pale you looked and the discomfort radiating off your face. The first thing he did was quickly survey you to check for any wound or injury which may explain your discomfort. When he saw there was nothing to explain your discomfort, he slowly lifted the bag of takeaway food he had grabbed on his way to your apartment, you stepped aside and allowed him entrance. Joe went straight to the kitchenette and prepared the plates while you tried to fight down the nausea building and moved over to the couch to make space for you both to eat. Joe noticed this and moved himself to a spot that made it easier for him to reach you should you need him. Joe brought out glasses of water and then returned to collect the food and bring it through. You pushed through your nausea during the meal as you hadn’t had anything to eat that day.

After dinner, Joe looked like he was fighting with himself about whether or not he was going to say something about your evident discomfort. You tried your best to brush off his questions and concerns, when he realised that you were too uncomfortable to talk about it, he backed down, taking the dishes through to the kitchen and scraping off the food. While Joe was soaking the dishes you decided to readjust the couch so it was comfortable enough for you two to lay down while watching films. While in the kitchen Joe decided to do some light investigation and looked through your wall calendar for any sign of anniversaries or some clue to your pain, his mother always taught him to never assume anything about a lady.

He came back through as you were finishing off the couch and he sat some fresh drinks down for you both. Once things were sorted Joe lay down on the couch and you snuggled in next to him, with your head on his chest and your leg over his, his arm wrapped around you and pressing a kiss to your head. You managed to angle your body in a way that the warmth of his body was easing the cramping in your abdomen. Neither of you had realised that you had fallen asleep until Joe’s twitching awakened you both. You managed to manoeuvre yourself off of Joe and made your way to the kitchen to take some painkillers before the discomfort settled back in. You heard Joe make his way to the bathroom.

As you were finishing off washing the dishes that had been soaking while you were sleeping you felt Joe come up behind you and felt his warmth heat up your back as his arms wrapped around your midriff. His lips finding purchase on your neck. You moaned silently and allowed yourself to melt into his touch, into his warmth. You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as his lips met yours. When he broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead against yours and told you that he had a surprise waiting for you in the bathroom. You hadn’t expected the statemen that came out of his mouth. You warily followed him to the bathroom and found that he had ran you a hot bubble bath and lit some of your candles. He gave you a soft kiss and left you to your bath while he tidied up the couch and your kitchen. As you got into he bath you silently thanked the heavens for Joe entering your life as you let the heat of the bath slowly ebb away your pain. Even if you did miss having Joe’s additional warmth beside you.

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SVU dream team:

I think of how great these characters would have been as team🙌🏾🔥

Captain Olivia Benson

Sergeant Odafin Tutuola

ADA Sonny Carisi

Detective Katriona Tamin

Dectective Grace Muncy

Detective Joe Velasco

Detective Terrence Bruno

Officer Tonie Churlish

(But DW & producers wants to be cheap and have a small cast: not pay actors what they deserve, fire actresses, have a rotating cast for female characters etc.)