#joe velasco x y/n

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

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

[thebiggerbear]

FANFICTION FRIDAYS

I increased the # of recs from 10 on the last post to 32 on this one. There are just so many incredible works out there! (and it's the holiday season so I'm making my own rules this month lol, I'll go back to 10 or so in January)

Here are my picks for Dec 6th 2024, please go give them a read:

Protective Cowboy by @rewrittenreality - Nobody disrespects Rip Wheeler’s woman, Walker obviously doesn’t get that and runs his mouth. (Rip Wheeler x Reader, Yellowstone)

Lost In Translation by @zepskies - Living with this man isn’t easy, and you’ve absolutely had it with him. Supe or not, you’re one step shy of kicking him out. Will he try to make it up to you? (Soldier Boy x Female POC!Reader, The Boys)

BuckTommy/Tevan by @peppermintquartz (911)

Snow Day by @bullet-prooflove (Terry Bruno x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

I'm Not Sick by @lost-between-letters - someone’s got the flu and is not happy about it (hint: it’s Dean). Naturally, Y/N has to convince him to take care of himself. (Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her), Supernatural)

Just Roommates by @luci-in-trenchcoats - Request: one where the reader is in love with Dean and one day he brings a girl to the bunker and introduces her as his girlfriend and the reader is kinda mean to her, but later on tries to move on from Dean with Crowley and Dean finds out and you decide how it ends? (Dean Winchester x Reader / Crowley x Reader, Supernatural)

The Feeling Was Mutual by @lanadelnegan - You and your former friend and co-star, JDM, pick up where you left off years ago when he joins you on set of TWD. Starting with a dinner date and ending with a quickie in the elevator. (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Female Reader, RPF)

Day 7: Thankful by @gay-dinasaur (Destiel, Supernatural)

Lucky You by @caplanbuckybarnes - you stay awake worried about bruce after you return home from a gala in the city (Bruce Wayne x Reader, DCU)

Rover by @justagirlinafandomworld - The Age of Ultron did not last just a couple of days. It lasted years. The Avengers are the face of humanity’s rebellion against the machines. But, even they are not prepared for Ultron’s next move. You are. And there may be nothing you can do about it. (Steve Rogers x Reader, MCU)

Baby Spoon by @deanwanddamons - A Dean x reader mini series. Y/N is pregnant and Dean is the father. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

New Blood by @wayward-dreamer - The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn’t pleased with the idea, as he’s the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter. (Soldier Boy x Female Supe!Reader, The Boys)

Roadhouse Rendezvous by @nightxcreature - Reader and Dean have a little fun in the Roadhouse Bathroom. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

smalltown shit by @encasedinobsidian - “You’re a little young, aren’t you?” he asks, and it isn’t with a scowl but it’s something of the sort, a narrowing of his eyes and a dryness to his voice. It’s no better than a scowl anyway, his skepticism like a concrete wall between the two of you under the dim lights of the bar where Charlie is stuck with you, just where you want him. (Charlie Swan x Female Reader, Twilight)

helping beau relax after a stressful day at work by @figthoughts (Beau Arlen x GF!Reader, Big Sky)

Red Sunflowers by @kickingitwithkirk - Jensen has fallen for his best friend’s best friend. A long buried scandal jeopardizes their friendship and his feelings. (Jensen Ackles x Wife!Reader (Ginger), RPF)

Never Forget by @bullet-prooflove - Joe asks for something in the heat of the moment. (Joe Velasco x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

Shades of Him by @zepskies - You make sure Beau isn’t alone this Christmas. (Beau Arlen x Female!Reader, Big Sky)

Headcanon: Gettin' Down and Dirty with Dean by @waynes-multiverse - Request: I was hoping you could write some smutty head canons about dean (Supernatural)

Red Crown by @syrma-sensei - The rightful sovereign of Westros is lonely abed at night. She yearns for her absent king consort's warmth. You decide to take matters into your hands and bring her some comfort.(Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader, House of the Dragon)

Snow Globe by @jessjad - A visit from Dean and Sam in the week around christmas is a nice surprise, but will it bring more than just presents? (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

Cold Kisses by @caplanbuckybarnes - The winter soldier always comes to you for help after a mission. He hardly speaks, let alone kisses you after a treatment… (Bucky Barnes x Reader, MCU)

NFSW Alphabet: Joe Velasco by @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity (Law & Order: SVU)

Devour by @storiesofsvu (Joe Velasco x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

Mexican Food + Traffic Light + Teddy Bear by @bullet-prooflove (Jake Seresin x Reader, Top Gun Franchise)

Sleigh Ride by @zepskies - Yet again, you convince Ben to indulge you in a new Christmas tradition. (Soldier Boy x Female!Reader, The Boys)

Scar by @winchesterszvonecek - Prompt: “How did you get this scar?” (Joe Velasco x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

a line drawn in red by @angel-eyes05 - you and your across the door neighbor have a complicated relationship with each other. things only seem to grow more murky after you invite him to a work party to embarrass your ex. (Wade Wilson x Reader, MCU)

cherry lipgloss by @sapphistically - buffy and you have a fight while patrolling, you get hurt and she can’t help but realise you were right, she does love you. (Buffy Summers x Female!Reader, Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Untitled by @imyourbratzdoll - you and clark lose your virginity together. (Clark Kent x Reader, Smallville)

Long As I Can See The Light by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - The last thing that you wanted was to be woken up in the middle of the night by Colter Shaw for a favor, but when he shows up toting a ruggedly handsome man with green eyes you decide to forgive him. (Russell Shaw x Female!Reader, Tracker)

Willing To Break by @godmadeaterribleerror - With the Mark of Cain getting out of hand, you and Sam convince Dean to try something different. A spell that won't fix the Mark, but will change it. Make Dean crave good things, things he likes, instead of death and blood. It doesn't exactly go according to plan. (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural)

And please don’t forget when you come across any and all creative content on here:

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[stefanmikaleson1864]

I’m here for you

Joe Velasco X Reader 

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

Y/N POV 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Ma’am thank you” I said 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Omg what the hell” You asked 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you with everything” You asked 

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

“ you know what” You asked 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know and that’s the problem he said

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

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

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

You gave him a surprised look followed by a smile 

“You love me” You questioned 

He laughed a little bit.

“I’m being serious” you said pouting 

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

“Listen here Joe Velscao” you said 

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

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

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

The kiss broke and he sat down. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you” Joe said squeezing my hand

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

“Yes Ma’am” Joe said 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[adarafaelbarba]

Pleading Innocence - Joe Velasco x reader

AN: this thought has been stuck on my mind since the previous episode when Liv started the investigation... I'm kinda projecting my own anger towards her here ... soooooooo 🤪 This piece also has a Terry + reader friendship, where he's given her the nickname bee ... cause I think it's cute 🥰 And without further ado ... good reading ❤️ please reblog if you like the fic, would really help me out 😌❤️

WC: 1352

“You’re a real hypocrite...you know that right, Liv?” Glaring at your Godmother as you stood in her office, she looked gob smacked. 

Although you absolutely adored her, and loved all the moments you had spent together for as long as you could remember, you easily got angry with some of the decisions she made.

“Excuse me?”

“You have no problem defending Mr. Humphreys or your old partner detective Stabler! But as soon as it’s detective Velasco, you assume guilt!”

“They were both innocent—”

Your hands shot up in the air in frustration. “That is not the point Captain! The point is you didn’t assume the worst in them, even when it seemed they were guilty. But before even hearing Velasco’s side of the deal, you assumed his guilt! He’s done nothing but try and earn your respect. And you just stab him in the back at first opportunity!”

You could feel how people were looking at the two of you now through the windows covering her wall into the bullpen, not that you really cared. Hell, let them talk.

“You don’t even know Velasco! You’ve been here five minutes, detective—I’m certain he’s done what he confessed!”

“You didn’t really know Mr. Humphrey’s before he came to you!”

Fin stepped in then, suggesting you take a walk.

“Perfect idea, sergeant. I’ll go have a chat with McGrath.” You glared at Liv once more before leaving the room, grabbing your bag and jacket off the back of your chair on the way out.

…

You’d almost made it to McGrath office when Terry called you on facetime, asking what the hell you were doing, going above Liv.

“Chief McGrath hired Velasco, surely, he wouldn’t vouch for him if he was crooked or a killer. And then I’m talking to Velasco after. Get his side.”

“Wow, not so fast bee—you heard Cap, we’re not to talk to Velasco about this case!”

“Terry—he’s going in here blind. How would you feel if that was you being thrown to the wolves?”

He took a deep breath. “I’d be pissed and scared. But I wouldn’t want you or anyone to take a fall to warn me.”

“Terry—”

“I’m serious, y/n.”

“Velasco is gonna hate me if he finds out I knew but didn’t tell him.”

And there it was. Your real motive for wanting to help Joe. You could see it in Terry’s eyes that he knew there was more that wanting to save a friend.

“How long have this been going on, bee?”

“I’ve loved him since the first time I met him. He doesn’t know though. I never had the guts to tell him.”

Terry gave you a sympathetic look. “You must really love him if you’re willing to risk your career for him.”

That made you let out a small, teary chuckle. It was true. You would risk your life for him. Had this been a few years ago you would never. Your past was filled with once sided love, and troubled relationships. Past you would never have done this.

“You’re the first one I’m telling about this, so promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise bee.” Terry looked at you in anticipation.

“I’ve been looking into transferring. Captain Murphy said there might be a position opening in Hate Crimes. If not Duarte says they could always do with more detectives.”

Terry looked stunned, taking a step back. “You’re leaving?”

There was nothing you wanted more than to hug your best friend. But you made a mental note to do it later when you saw him.

“Just need to get the papers signed at my new precinct, and then I’ll had in my notice with Liv. Regardless of this case or not. I wouldn’t be able to work with Joe anymore. Especially not if I told him how I felt. Liv would kick Joe off the force before I even got a chance to leave. So, it’s better this way.”

“Still hate that you’re leaving though bee.”

“Yeah, same.”

…

Several hours late you were back in Liv’s office, looking in on the interrogation that’s going on between her, Fin and Joe. Your heart ached as you watched him, wishing you could go in and hug him.

Terry and Grace stood opposite sides from you, rubbing your back, and making sure you didn’t run in to the room.

“They’ll see they were wrong about him; don’t you worry.” Grace tried. But it sounded like she wasn’t too sure about her own statement.

For the most part you just stood in silence. Tears streaming down your face as you saw how broken Joe was getting over this.

At a point you couldn’t keep looking, turning to lean your forehead on Terry’s shoulder, your own shaking as you started crying more.

Your biggest worries were that they were right about him, but more so, you didn’t want them to wrongfully convict him either.

“He’ll be okay, bee. You’ll both be.” Terry said softly, rubbing your back which also holding you to him.

You almost didn’t notice when they wrapped up in there, or when Joe asked, “Can I leave?” If it wasn’t for Grace speaking up to say they were done for the day.

Liv appeared in her office then, looking at the three of you. “We should talk, y/n.”

The others scurried out, leaving you in the office alone with her.

“Not tonight. I’m too tired.”

“I’m serious, y/n, that little stunt of yours earlier should have me filing a disciplinary action against you.”

“Then do it. Just cause you’re my godmother doesn’t mean you can’t write me up. You’d do that to the others.”

She gave you a warning look.

“But either way, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m moving to a different precinct. Murphy offered me a spot in the hate crime unit. I’ll start on Monday.”

“y/n--!”

“No, Aunt Liv, it’s done. We shouldn’t have worked together in the first place. Work and family shouldn’t really mix.”

She gave you a sad look then, stepping forward a little. “Can you reconsider?”

“No. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Then she nodded, putting on her best smile. “Well then. Thank you for your time here. And I hope your time with them will be good.”

You hated how a rift between the two of you had been created. But it was for the best that you left. Hopefully it would salvage the friendship.

…

Stepping out of her office again, you didn’t look back. Just went to grab whatever items you had, everything stored in your desk.

You left the building shortly after, skipping on the goodbyes.

“You’re leaving?” Jumping slightly at the voice, you turned to see Joe, leaning on his bike.

“Yeah, I was offered a new job.” Wasn’t a complete lie.

“Wait—I meant leaving as in going home—you quit SVU?!” He stood up then, moving to you. 

Maybe having so little that you could fit it all in your backpack has its perks? “I’m sorry Jose. I wish I could have told you earlier. It’s just—it’s been so hectic recently, and then the interrogation happened, and well—fuck it—I love you, Jose. And that’s one of the reasons why I can’t work the same precinct as you. I just—thought you should know.”

He stared at you, mouth agape. Then snaps back to reality and rushes forward, pulling your face to his and kissing you. “I—I—I care for you too, y/n.”

“You don’t have to say it until you’re ready, Jose, I can wait.” His eyes glassed over with tears at what you said, which made you melt against him, kissing him more, never wanting to stop.

“Let me give you a ride--”

“Yours please, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

He nodded, pulling you in for a secure hug, “I don’t want to be alone either.”

Grabbing the spare helmet he had in the seat compartment, Joe helped you fasten it, then helped you onto the bike itself. “Hold on tight darling.”

And you planned on never letting go.

~~~

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[storiesofsvu]

Hey besties.

So thanks to an influx of new followers and from different fandoms and interesting requests I’ve been getting I figured it was needed to repost this.

Things I WILL NOT write for:

-Non con or even CNC

-Age gaps. (Realistic ones are fine. But i refuse to do 18 year old super genius yn who graduated Harvard already and 40+ year old character falls in love with them).

-Basically YN under the age of 30. I’m in my mid 30’s and most people in the industries that my fics involve would be in that age rage, or even older. if you’re looking under, go elsewhere.

-Underage yn’s. If you want a fic where yn is the chlld this is NOT the place.

-stories involving losing virginities. While i may write someones first experience with the the same sex, or a specific style, i do not write virgin characters

-pregnant y/n’s. It’s very rare I will accept requests involving pregnancy

-Male yn’s. Nothing against it but as a female, esp when it comes to smut I’m uncomfortable writing it.

-Same goes for medical conditions. There are certain that I am familiar with or are easier to research or I have close friends who can give insight to, otherwise i feel like I’m not doing it justice and also dont want to offend. Dm or send an ask if you have specific questions.

WHO I Write For:

(just because there is someone on my masterlist does not mean i still write for them. i only write this list.)

Law and Order(SVU/OC/ OG)

-Rita Calhoun, Casey Novak, Elizabeth Donnelly, Alex Cabot, Olivia Benson, Grace Muncy, Tonie Churlish, Melinda Warner, Pippa Cox, Sonya Paxton, Amanda Rollins, Peter Stone, Mike Dodds, Joe Velasco, Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Terry Bruno.

-Ayanna Bell, Samantha Maroun

-Calex, Barhoun, Calvak, Novelly, Benhoun.

Criminal Minds:

Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Alex Blake, Tara Lewis, Aaron Hotchner

9-1-1

Bobby Nash

House of Cards:

Heather Dunbar, Jackie Sharp

-Duckie (heather x jackie)

Homeland:

Elizabeth Keane

Grey’s Anatomy/Private Practice:

-Addison Montgomery, Amelia Shepherd, Charlotte King

NCIS:

Abigail Borin, Anthony Dinozzo

Chicago PD:

Hailey Upton, Kim Burgess, Erin Lindsay, Kevin Atwater

DM/Ask box for taglists!

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ANSWER ALL OF THE WIP ASK GAME THINGIES

I love your writing and I am super curious!!

OMG OMG OMG!! Hello anon, if you're comfortable, it would be so cool if you could pick an emoji so I know it's you when you stop by. Let me know what fandom you're talking about too since I write for a few.

💯[100] How many words does your WIP currently have? How many words do you hope it'll have when it's done?

I have a few WIPs; most have some story and lots of outline, but my outlines do have whole scenes, just not chapters.

A Hero's Welcome - Simon Riley x Reader, 347 words and should be up in the next few days.

A yet unnamed Simon Riley x Reader - 156 word outline. The next few weeks.

Wasteland Baby - Philip Graves x Reader no words just, just brain ideas. The next few weeks.

The Night Library - Vamp!Jax Teller x oc, 931 words of story and a 1,560 outline. No idea.

No Big Deal - Guero from Mayans M.C. x oc, 4578 of story and a 2,441 outline. No idea.

On Love and Botany - Raymond Smith x oc, 469 of story and a 2,582 outline. No idea.

Flowers on the Front Stoop - Joe Velasco x oc, 1107 words of story and of 3,373 outline. No idea.

⌛️ [Hourglass] How long have you been working on this WIP?

A Hero's Welcome - Less that a week.

Wasteland Baby - About two weeks.

A yet unnamed Simon Riley x Reader -About two weeks.

The Night Library - About a year.

No Big Deal - About six months

On Love and Botany - About a year

Flowers on the Front Stoop - About six months.

📚 [Books] Is this WIP part of a series or standalone?

A Hero's Welcome - A standalone one-shot or one-shot as part of this series.

A yet unnamed Simon Riley x Reader - Series

Wasteland Baby - Series

The Night Library - Long series

No Big Deal - Long series

On Love and Botany - Long Series

Flowers on the Front Stoop - Long Series

🎀 [Bow] How many named characters are in this WIP? How many do get a POV?

A Hero's Welcome - Just Simon and y/n, second person POV.

A yet unnamed Simon Riley x Reader - The 141, Simon, and y/n the pov will be second person.

Wasteland Baby - The 141, Graves, y/n, the POV will be second person.

The Night Library - No idea, there'll be a few

No Big Deal - No idea, there'll be a few

On Love and Botany - No idea, there'll be a few

Flowers on the Front Stoop - No idea, there'll be a few

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

My fav in all of them is this one from On Love and Botany.

"What else do you want from me? I have nothing left to give you, you've already taken it all. Why must you hold my heart hostage and give me no terms for negotiation?"

This is the OC speaking to Ray.

🎶 [Notes] Do you have any other WIP related things, like moodboards, character portraits, playlists or similar?

Lots of playlists of the same songs that give me different feelings depending on my mood.

📖 [Open Book] What form do you want this WIP to take when it's done? Posted, printed, published, etc?

I want them all posted and I hope people comment and reblog.

🐀 [Rat] Name three reasons why this WIP is great at being Romance (You can send a genre, or let the recipient pick one.)

All of them are super fluffy.

I love to fix shitty romantic characters like Jax Teller and make them good partners.

They all have happy endings.

🐁[Mouse] Name three reasons why this WIP is horrible at being horror. (You can send a genre, or let the recipient pick one.)

They're all romances.

They all have happy endings.

My bad guys always die.

🔎 [Magnifier] Is there a phrase/word you know you use too often? Will you change it in editing?

There's a lot, no I won't change them.

🍖 [Meat] How many fictional people were harmed in the making of this WIP?

A Hero's Welcome - It's smut so no one.

A yet unnamed Simon Riley x Reader fic - A few people.

Wasteland Baby - A few people

The Night Library - A lot of people.

On Love and Botany - A lot of people.

Flowers on the Front Stoop - A few people.

🌈 [Rainbow] If at the beginning of your WIP the characters knew about the end, would they kill you to stop you from writing it?

No, but the bad guys might.

‍🎨 [Palette] If your WIP was a color, which color would it be?

A Hero's Welcome - It's smut, everyone naked, so various skin tones.

A yet unnamed Simon Riley x Reader fic - bird feathers.

Wasteland Baby - White, black, blue.

The Night Library - dark blue and black; No Big Deal Pink

On Love and Botany - light blue and green.

Flowers on the Front Stoop - cream and floral colours.

🍩 [Donut] What's the weirdest thing someone eats in your WIP? What's the best thing?

Hero's Welcome - 😉😉😉

A yet unnamed Simon Riley x Reader fic - Pretty birds, cake

Wasteland Baby - An aphrodisiac pudding, 😉😉😉😉

The Night Library - The secondary bad guys eat some flesh, fancy dishes

On Love and Botany - MREs, fancy dishes.

Flowers on the Front Stoop - pet food, homemade food.

🔒 [Lock] Would you let your family, friends, or other people you know in real life read your WIP?

No never, I would die.

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

A Hero's Welcome - Welcome back, let's bang.

A yet unnamed Simon Riley x Reader fic - AAAAAAAAAA who falls out of a tree.

Wasteland Baby - Fuck you, I love you.

The Night Library - mmmmm blood

On Love and Botany - I love you, I hate you, I love you.

Flowers on the Front Stoop - Neighbour in love that bang.

❌ [Cross] What would your WIP get cancelled on Twitter for?

A Hero's Welcome - Pro military.

A yet unnamed Simon Riley x Reader fic - Pro Military.

Wasteland Baby - Pro Military.

The Night Library - Violence, gore, Pro Cop.

On Love and Botany - Pro Military.

Flowers on the Front Stoop - Pro Cop.

[cycat-carisi]

All Those Things and More

I tried a thing! We don’t know an awful lot about Detective Vlassic Pickle Joe Velasco, but I peg him as this more stoic person who keeps a lot of things bottled up inside. That said, I also think he would be a supportive person to those he cares about. Hence this drabble thing...Tah-dah!

Summary: You arrive at your long-time friend Joe’s apartment a drunken mess and in need of some answers. Pairing: Joe Velasco x Reader Warnings: Alcohol and language Words: 872 AO3 here

"I just don't get it, Joe!" you exclaim, haphazardly waving around the open bottle of wine in your hand. "Why are all men the same? Why d-do they all want women who l-look like carbon copies of each other?!?"

The Joe you are referring to sits across from you on his apartment floor, both your backs rest against a sofa. You had shown up at his door at 9pm, already half way through a bottle of wine and of course he had let you in.

You see, Joe Velasco had been your best friend since college. You'd taken the same classes, worked together on projects and found a mutual detest for your shithead fathers. The two of you clicked, understood each other and were just mutually supportive. Even going so far as to help one another through the roughest and darkest times in your lives. You and Joe could be yourselves around each other and neither of you were strangers to late-night venting sessions like this one.

"T-tell me," you press on, "yourra dude. Tell me why men d-do that!"

Joe speaks to you calmingly. "Okay, Chiquita, you’re drunk. Back up a bit. I have no idea what you're talking about."

You give him a scrutinizing look. Maybe you had just burst through his door and plopped yourself on the floor without an explanation. "M-my bad," you begin taking another swig from the bottle. "So, remember that reeeeally hot guy I've b-been wanting to get the n-number of?" Joe quirks a dark eyebrow at you. "A-anyway, so I, umm, I was a-about to waltz riiiiight up to him today b-but before I could this supermodel shows up out of the fucking blue and l-latches herself onto him! H-he's like, 'hey baby'", you imitate a deep voice before bringing it up several octaves, "and she's like, 'Hey baby!' and - and then they walk off together!" You raise your free hand incredulously. "Can y-you believe it?!!"

"So…he has a girlfriend?" Joe treads carefully.

"Duh! B-but that's n-not the point, Joe!" you aim a finger at him. "The p-point is that all men want the same thing! All of them want these size z-zero, five-foot ten b-bombshells with perky little boobs and tight butts!" Joe opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off. "No! Shhh!" you slam a finger to your lips. "I've s-seen you on Tinder, pal. I've s-seen the hotties you s-swipe right on. Don't lie to me, Joe! All men want the s-same thing. I-I just wanna know why!"

Joe tries to speak again, but you're in your own little drunken haze and continue to ramble. "I'm s-smart and I'm f-funny and I'm fun, but ooooooh noooo, I got tummy rolls!" You lift the hem of your shirt exposing your stomach. "Lookit it!" you exclaim, tapping your tummy. "It jiggles and w-wiggles and I g-gotta try and hide it in my pants!" Releasing your shirt, you then hold up and arm and shake it. "N-now look at this! My arm j-jiggles too! And don't even get me s-started on my ass!"

Rant over, you finally turn an expectant gaze onto Joe across from you. As usual, the bastard's resolve doesn't crack. "You done?" he finally speaks, unlinking his crossed arms. You flash him an angry pout. "Look, it's true that I've swiped for women who fit the quote-unquote supermodel look, but really, Tinder is a stupid place to date. None of those women wanted anything more than a hookup. Maybe they're nice people, who knows, but nothing came of it for me." Joe holds your gaze, steady and cool as always. "As for that guy today, well, it's his loss. Sometimes people are superficial and are only attracted to what someone looks like, but in 20, 30 years when those looks fade, what's left?"

Joe's expression softens, those dark eyes holding yours and grounding you in reality. That fiery fury that raged inside of you earlier is quickly extinguished by one single look from your long-time friend.

"Listen, Chiquita," he continues when you don't interject. "Like you say, you are smart and you are funny and you are so much fun." A smile spreads across his face. "And any guy who can't see that doesn't deserve you, tummy rolls or no tummy rolls, okay?"

Your shoulders slouch, touched by his words. You feel as if you're about to cry. "W-why are you always so g-good to me?" you sob before setting aside the wine bottle and scooting across the floor to hug him.

Startled at first, Joe hesitates, but as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, he relaxes and envelopes you in a warm embrace. A moment passes before he whispers softly into your hair. "Because I think you're all those things and more, Chiquita. To me you are beautiful."

Joe's certain you can feel his heart thundering in his chest, yet he doesn't get a response from you. Instead, he hears a quiet snore sound off in his ear. He gently leans you forward to see you sound asleep. He chuckles to himself, giving off a sideways smirk before delicately transferring you his sofa. For now, his little admission would just have to wait.

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[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

JOE VELASCO / SVU

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Drabbles/Oneshots

Risk - Joe Velasco x Y/N 🎭🍦🥀

[storiesofsvu]

Bad Day Turned Good

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings; language, alcohol consumption, smut. Covers the "oral" square for @thatesqcrush kink bingo and fills a req for @misscharlielulu I won't lie to you, this took me ages to write, and I got very uninspired halfway through so I left it with a bit of a cut off ending despite planning to go at least a little bit passed that originally. gotta leave me some inspiration for other fics LOL.

You had had the absolute worst week of your life; it was simply one thing after another and you weren’t sure if you were at your breaking point or passed it. First you had some terrible days at work, where all you could do was keep your mouth shut to not lose your job, your boss coming down on you for a plethora of mistakes that weren’t actually your fault. When you got home Friday night all you wanted was a hefty glass of wine, some delicious take out and a nice soak in the tub to make it all go away. So it was a very unpleasant surprise when the restaurant was out of your favourite and had discontinued your back up meal, you nearly tripped over you neighbor's cat on the stairs (who wasn’t even supposed to be out of the apartment) causing you to drop and smash the bottle of wine. Finally, when you got to your apartment door there was a notice from the building’s super saying that the water was going to be off for the entirety of the weekend, all the water, not just the hot stuff.

You let out a loud frustrated groan, stuck between wanting to smash something else, or burst into tears, you weren’t quite sure. Instead you dug through your fridge, finding an old bottle of beer that would have to do and grumbled your way to the kitchen island to dig into your take out. You got about three bites into it and realized the chicken was horribly overcooked and let out a little groan, dropping your head down to the island in front of you. Glancing up at the clock you decided it wasn’t too early to hit up the pub around the corner, at least there you’d have hot, fresh food and an endless supply of alcohol you actually preferred.

*

Down at the bar you settled into a half booth against the wall, the high top of the table looking out into the room and promptly ordered a glass of wine and a chicken penne ala vodka. The instant the food and drink hit your lips you felt your body melt in relaxation, even if you weren’t in the privacy of your own home, you had something to help make you forget your terrible week.

Once you’d finished eating you ordered another glass of wine, setting up your relaxation for the rest of the weekend. You scrolled through a number of apps on your phone, replied to a couple of emails and enjoyed your wine. You debated how you were going to get through the entire weekend without any water, sure you could shower at the gym but everything else would still be a huge hassle. You could show up to your parents house up in Jersey but that was about the last thing you wanted to do. Back in your childhood bedroom, constant lectures on how to live your life, interrogations about when you were going to get married and pop out a couple of kids when the closest thing to a partner you had was your vibrator. You were flipping through your most recent text chains, wondering if a friend had a couch that you could crash on for a night when you noticed movement on the other side of the table, figuring the server was back over you barely glanced up.

“I’ll grab another one please.”

“First I’d have to know what you’re drinking.” The voice came back with a slight tease to it and you were instantly pulled from your distraction, gaze shooting up to take in the man in front of you. Adorable grin on his cheeks, sparkle in his eyes and beer in his hand.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you were the server.” You let out a small laugh, “guess not.”

“I mean… I was gonna ask if I could buy you a drink.” He reached out his free hand across the table, “Joe.”

“Y/n.” You smiled as you accepted the handshake.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” Smile on your lips you took another sip of your wine, watching as he settled into the table across from you. He was dressed casually enough for you to know he likely wasn’t some Wall Street douchebag but not overly casual, a form fitting tee and dark jeans. While you could see the slyness in his grin, you could feel the softness from behind it, one that told you if you suddenly flirted back as hard as he was, you’d probably succeed in flustering him.

“What brings you out tonight?” He asked and you let out a huff of a laugh.

“A pretty fucking terrible week, yourself?”

“Needed a bit of a break from reality.”

“Seems like we were meant to run into each other, hey?” You grinned back at him, a sparkle in your eye as your suspicion was confirmed when his cheeks flushed slightly and he ducked his gaze to take a sip of his beer.

*

It didn’t take long for Joe to ask if you wanted to get out of there, and it didn’t take long after that to hurry your way into his apartment, conveniently only three blocks away. You were on the same page, wanting to feel better after your shitty weeks, wanted to forget about the world for a little bit, and there certainly was one very easy way to do that. The door swung shut behind you to quickly be locked while coats and shoes were shrugged off, dropping to the floor as your lips meet in a fiery kiss, hands prying at the other’s clothing, aching to feel skin on skin. Joe tugged your shirt over your head as your hands snuck under his shirt, nails scratching lightly at his skin and his breath caught in his throat. He broke the kiss as you pulled the offending fabric off, hands roaming his bare skin. His hand sunk lower, groping at your ass before smacking lightly, urging you to jump up into his arms and you followed his lead, legs wrapping around his waist.

He moved you through the space, bracing against the wall while his tongue dove into your mouth, exploring every inch of you as it danced with your own tongue. Your hands scratched up his sides, coming to tangle in the short strands of his hair, tugging ever so lightly. His hips ground against yours and you couldn’t help but break the kiss with a breathless moan. Joe took advantage, lips trailing across your jaw, nipping at your earlobe before leaving sloppy kisses down your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, pulling more whines and moans from your parted lips. His hands massaged at your ass again, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants as he moved you from the wall, tugging them down you legs as you kicked them off. He dropped you down onto the extension of the sectional couch, chuckling as you let out a little giggle, bouncing against the cushions.

“God you’re beautiful…” he murmured, dropping over you, caging you into the couch as you let out another little laugh, one that morphed into a moan as his mouth trailed across your skin, nipping at your collarbone. Joe’s hands wrapped around you, undoing your bra, sliding it down your arms before he let out a groan at your bare chest.

“Oh fuck…” you whimpered when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking and lapping eagerly, his fingers mirroring the actions on the other side.

He couldn’t help himself, not wanting to wait any longer and he knew he was in the clear with the way your hands were pawing at him, tugging into his hair, hips rolling up against where he had you pinned to the couch. His lips formed a grin against your chest and he pulled your nipple back, letting it go with a lewd pop before he sunk lower on you body. Fingers slipping into your panties he tugged them down your legs, dropping them to the floor before he settled himself between your legs, hands on your thighs as he spread you wide for him. He let out a small swear at the sight of your cunt glistening with juices already, ready and waiting for him.

Joe wrapped his arms around your thighs, pinning you to the couch as his mouth surged forward, tongue making a broad stroke through your folds. You let out a gasp at the sensation, your head thrown back into the cushions as he repeated the motion, tip of his tongue flicking against your clit. He couldn’t help but groan at the taste, his lips wrapping around your pussy as his tongue delved deeper into it, eating you with expertise. Your hands gripped into his hair, tightly holding him to you and you could feel his lips form a smirk against your skin. His tongue lapped through you again, letting out a small groan as he did so before his lips wrapped around your clit and you let out a moan, nails scratching at his scalp. Hearing the way your breathing picked up, the way your hips rocked up towards him he continued his onslaught, sucking your throbbing nub into his mouth, tongue writing patterns across it. Joe couldn’t help but moan, burying his face into your pussy and you let out a whine at the vibrations it caused.

“More… please…” you begged and he chuckled, pulling another gasp from you as your hips ground against his face.

He lifted his hand, two fingers teasing your slit for only a moment before you let out a whimper and he sunk them into your dripping cunt.

“Fuck!”

Your hips shot up off the couch and his fingers began to easily thrust in and out of you as your pussy fluttered around them. His eyes darted up, watching you for a moment, your body glistening with a layer of sweat, chest heaving as he continued his motions, head thrown back into the cushions, eyes screwed shut as you panted and moaned. He felt his cock strain in his pants, throbbing with the same need that was pulsing through your entire body in that moment. He couldn’t help but groan into your cunt, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to eat you out. His fingers curled within you and within a few pumps they’d found that special spot, a cry escaping your lips when they did. He sucked harder around your clit, repeating the motions with his crooked fingers, pressing harder and longer with each thrust. Your pussy clenched down around him, pulsing with need and desire in the same rhythm that your clit throbbed in between his lips. It only took a moment longer before you let out a loud whine, your orgasm rocking through you as your legs attempted to close around him. He sucked at your clit, tongue flicking at it a few more times before he let it go, watching with lust blown eyes as your body trembled.

“Holy shit…” You muttered, attempting to catch your breath, “you are really fucking good at that.”

Joe let out a soft chuckle, crawling up your body to leave a breathless kiss on your lips, “yeah?” he smirked, “’cause I am definitely not done with you sweetheart.”

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[stefanmikaleson1864]

Insecurities

Requested by Anonymous 

 I was wondering if you could please write an imagine  with Joe Velasco ,  where he has feelings for the reader ( non SVU ) .He wants a serious relationship with the reader but she avoids him due to her insecurities and her possibly not ready to be  in a relationship . Joe really likes her and decides not to push it . He asks advice from the team . The reader bumps in to Joe one day and tells him the real reason , Joe advises the reader if she’s not ready then it’s okay . The reader tells him she’s ready . Joe is thrilled by this and tells the reader they can take it slow

A/N: If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work

Also to who ever requested I am so sorry it was late and I hope you like it ! :)

Joe Velsasco X Reader

Working as a homicide detective you swore up and down you swore up and down you would never date a fellow officer. Working as a women it proved hard but you made it work. 

That’s why you never dated a coworker. You didn’t want to go down that road and make a name for yourself. But things started to change when you meant Joe. It sounded so cheesy and so stupid but he really was different. 

You guys meant working together on a case. You guys worked together date and night to be able to solve the case

. In doing so the two of you got closer. Spending nights together and having light meals.

When the case was over you knew you would miss seeing him everyday. Soyou  told him that he didn’t have to reach out just because of a case. Which he gladly took you up on that offer. 

The two of you hung out all the time. Going out to dinner and getting drinks after work. He would come over to your apartment and watch tv. 

Things started feeling like they were going in a different direction. Then just a friendship and that is what truly scared you. 

It seemed like lately you guys were going into the direction of dating then just more friends and you started to get spooked. 

You were getting nervous about the thought of being in a relationship with someone like Joe was terrifying. He was so kind and sweet the literal dream. 

But you had the no dating cops rule and your own insecurities you had. You didn’t know if a relationship was something that was best for you at the moment. 

You had a lot of previously bad relationships. You were cheated on which was the worst one

. So you swore off relationships of every kind. Deciding to take the time to work on yourself. 

It always made you feel like it was you and not them. That if none of these relationships worked then it was on you. So you decided to take a break keep things casual 

You always said to yourself it was better to be alone than to get hurt. But Joe always said he didn’t want just casual. He was a relationship guy

Joe’s POV 

Meeting Y/N was the best thing that ever happened to me. It had been a long time sense i felt this way about someone. But lately things has been hard. She was ghosting me. 

Which was something that I had to get used to. Ever since we met a couple years ago, we had been close then, she just started pulling back all of a sudden. She kept avoiding me. 

She would blow it off as she had work or she was tired and I never wanted to make her feel pressured. 

So i figured it was best to leave her alone and when she wanted to reach out i would be there for her. 

Besides i had been busy myself lately. I had just joined the Special Victims unit. Working in this unit had it’s many difficulties. It was hard not to take these types of cases home with you. 

It was good in other ways though. Because having these co workers felt more like having a family. We were all there for each other for more than just work. 

That’s why I was thinking of asking them for some advice on how to handle the Y/N situation. 

 I had seen her in a couple of months and that was the longest we had gone without seeing each other. 

Then to my surprise we had caught a case that involved the murder of a young women. We needed to reach out to homicide since it would be their case and I knew who it had to be. 

We were all currently sitting in the pen going over the case together. 

“I know who we can reach out to help” I said 

“Yeah and who would that be” Finn asked 

“My friend Y/N she works homicide out the 27th precinct” I said 

“And we can trust her I mean we just need to consult but this is our case” Rollins said 

“Yes she’s not like that she won’t try and steal it from us I trust her” I said 

“Then call her in we need all the help we can get” Capt Benson said. 

“Great I will”I said 

I got up and went out to the break room where it was quiet to call her.  She answered after a couple of rings and her soft voice spoke out. 

“Detective Y/L/N” She said 

“Hey Y/N It’s me I need your help on a case” I said 

“Yeah sure of course what kind of case” She asked 

“A young women was murdered and assaulted we just need help consulting” I said 

“Yeah No problem we just finished up a case I’ll talk to my cap and I can help tomorrow” She said 

“I look forward to seeing you I miss you” I said 

“I miss you to and I’m sorry work has just been so busy lately” She said 

“Trust me I get it I really do but listen I gotta go we were a case” I said 

“Yeah of course I’ll catch you tomorrow” She said 

I hung up the phone and headed out to the bullpen. Everyone turned their heads to look at me when I came out. 

“So how did it go” Finn asked 

“Good she’s gonna come by tomorrow and help us out.” I said 

“Great news now there’s nothing much we can do here so let’s all catch up on some rest and head home and re group tomorrow” Captain Benson said 

“I am not gonna argue with that good night everyone” Amanda said as she grabbed her stuff and headed out. 

“Yea Night everyone” I said grabbing my stuff and heading out. 

I was hoping tomorrow came kind of fast so I could see Y/N. After work I went straight home to tired to do anything. 

It was Pizza and beer kind of night while catching a game. After the game I went to bed early, tired from the week. 

The next morning came in quick and I was excited for the day. I got dressed and did my normal routine. I then headed into work. When I got there everyone was piling in and the Caps door was shut. 

“Whos’ in there” I asked

“Don’t ask me I Just got here” Finn  asked. 

I sat my stuff down on the desk and got settled in. A few minutes later I saw Y/N walk out and she had the most beautiful smile on her face. 

Captain also walked out smiling the two were talking about something. 

“Is that her” Amanda asked 

“Uh yeah that’s Y/N” I said 

The two of them walked over to where we were. 

“Hey listen up this is Detective Y/L/N she’s going to be helping us out on the case so please welcome her”  Cap said 

“Hey nice to meet you” Finn and Rollins both said greeting her. 

She looked over at me and smiled and I got up and hugged her quickly and she hugged me back. 

I sat back down and then we began discussing the case right after. 

“So what’s going on with this” She asked 

“Female vic late 20’s was brutally murdered and assaulted does this match anything you were working on” Amanda asked. 

“Nothing out of my unit but damn this one is brutal” She said 

“Yeah a rough one that’s why I called you” I said 

“Look I can reach out to some people I know see if they have anything to say” Y/N said 

“Please do” Cap said

“Wanna come with me Joe” She asked 

“Yeah of course” I said 

I gathered my stuff and I followed her out. We made the way to her car and then she drove off. 

The car ride was silent for a while before Y/N spoke up. 

“Hey I’m sorry for not reaching out we been crazy busy” She said 

“Yeah It’s okay I get it” I said 

“No listen it wasn’t cool of me to do” She said

“I’m glad your around now though and trust me I just started out here so I get it I really do” I told her. 

“So how are you liking the new assignment?” She asked. 

“It’s good it’s different I feel like i am making a difference but it does have different challenges” I told her 

“Yeah man I bet I can’t even imagine” She said 

Right when she said that we reached our destination. We both got out and met up with her CI. she was a local sex worker who helped her out before. 

“Hey Hanna I need your help” Y/N said 

“Come on really” Hanna yelled out 

“Yes really now look, do you know this work” She asked showing the picture of the vic. 

Hanna hesitated and looked like she knew but she was worried. 

“Hey please help us okay this guy is sick and we don’t want anyone else getting hurt” I said 

“Yeah okay i’ve seen it buy this guy is crazy other girls had problems his name is rick asher I know because I stole his ID once guy got me worried” She said 

“Can you send me a pic” Y/N Asked

“Yeah of course” Hanna said 

She pulled out her phone and set her a pic of the ID which was a huge break in the case. I called in the name to see if there was anything on him.

They called back a few minutes later and the guy popped up with a huge list of previous assaults and domestics. 

We knew then we had our guy no question. We worked hard on getting a warrant and finding out where he was. 

It took the rest of the day and we worked late into the night doing it. Finally we caught him trying to pick up another sex worker. 

We dragged him into the pen and the interview room.  Me and Y/N worked our magic and we got him to confess within a hour. It was a good feeling knowing we had this guy. 

After we got the confession we were all celebrating the win. Y/N was sitting in the corner by herself. She was just looking at her phone. Me Cap Rollins and Finn were sitting at the table. 

“Hey so what’s your deal with you and her” Rollins aske

“Yeah we were friends but lately she’s been ghosting me” I said. 

“Why what happened with that?” Finn asked me. 

“It started getting more relationship than friendship and I think she got spooked” I said 

“Look at me if you like this girl offer to go slow and see what happens no pressure and maybe it will work out” Cap said 

“Yeah I mean I guess” I said 

“Look she’s worth it right” Rollins asked 

“Yeah Of course she is” I said 

“Then go ask her out I mean she helped us with this win take her out she deserves it” Cap said 

“Yeah you guys are right thanks I really appreciate it” I said

“Go get her lover boy” Finn said 

I got up and walked over to Y/N where she was standing. 

“Hey, why don’t we go out and celebrate the win?” I asked her. 

“I would like that very much the usual place” Y/N asked 

“No place else I would rather go” I said. 

We headed out and walked down to the car. The ride was silent and we just listened to music on the way. 

We reached our favorite bar and I got the first round. I got her fave drink a rum and coke. 

“Thank you” she said 

“No Thank you for the help on this case” I said 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you and being weird it’s just been hard” Y/N opened up 

“Why tho what happened we were good” I asked 

“I let my insecurities get better of me which wasn’t fair to you” Y/n said 

“You could have talked to me about it I would have never pushed you” I said 

“I know and I’m sorry I kept wanting to reach out but I was afraid you wouldn’t want anything to do with me” Y/N said

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it and she looked up at me and smiled. 

“There will never be a day in my life where I wouldn’t want to see you” I said 

She looked up at me with that beautiful smile of hers. 

“I feel the same about you” She said 

“How about we take things slow start hanging out and see where it leads” I said 

“Are you sure you would want to do that” Y/N asked 

“Hell yeah I would be that’s how much I care for you no rush no pressure okay” I said 

“I would like that a lot” Y/N said 

“Me to now let’s celebrate our win” I said 

“Next round on me” Y/n said 

The rest of the night involved a couple more rounds. We played darts which we loved to do. Seeing her again was amazing and I was excited to have a future with her no matter what it looked like.

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#5

Opposing Counsel Masterlist

Rafael Barba x fem!reader Summary: Rafael's out in Manhattan trying to escape the legal world of the city for a little bit when he meets y/n in a bar. They connect instantly and Rafael decides to be bold, inviting her home with him despite not even exchanging last names. After a night of mind blowing sex, they both find themselves surprised the next morning when they run into each other on opposite sides of a case.

Chapter 1**

Chapter 2

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Chapter 5

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Series completed.

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154 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#4

5 times Sonny tried to propose

Sonny Carisi knew he wanted to marry you within a month of knowing you. Your first date was adorably perfect, ending with the most tender of kisses, a week full of texting and midnight phone calls before your next one, your schedules were a little wonky due to his detective work and your work as a nurse.

The first time you meet the Carisi clan he’s smitten, he knows, his Dad knows, his sisters are already teasing him about ring shopping and his Mom’s already asking when she’s going to get some more grandkids

The first time he tries to propose, he’s cooked your favourite, most elaborate dinner for the two you, there’s candles on the table, a soft jazz playlist playing through the apartment, a trail of rose petals leading down to the bedroom, a heart made out of them on the bed. He’s got the biggest speech all planned out and ready to go, though he’s nervous as FUCK about it. He’s nervously pacing back and fourth through the kitchen, knowing that you’re about to come through the door any minute. He jumps a half a foot when his phone goes off, you’re on the other end, apologizing, saying you’re going to miss dinner, a mass casualty came in and it’s all hands on deck at the hospital. It’s not long after that his phone goes off again, Liv calling the squad in to help out on the law side of things. He leaves dinner in the oven (turned off of course) and scrambles to get rid of all the rose petals. He ends up sleeping at the precinct that night. When you finally collapse into bed you find a solo petal half shoved under the pillow and are confused, but toss it aside and completely forget.

The second time he tried was Christmas. He kept glaring at Bella for constantly dropping hints, asking you about wedding dresses, venues, what your dream ceremony would be like, she even had you on Pinterest oo-ing and aweing over things, but you figured she just wanted your opinion on her own upcoming nuptials. Finally, you had a moment to escape, a moment to yourselves as everyone gathered in the living room for presents and christmas movies. Sonny pulled you out onto the back porch where the snow was gently falling and everything seemed perfect. You were wrapped in his arms, nuzzling deeper into him, murmuring how much you loved him, wishing every moment could be like this. He kissed you softly on the head, cupping your cheek as he starts to pour his heart out to you, how much he adores you and loves every second he gets to spend with you. His free hand is in his pocket, toying with the ring box, his heart thundering in his chest about to bend down on one knee when a very loud “UNCLE SONNY” breaks the moment when one of his nieces comes racing outside, he thinks he can manage to save it, nodding enthusiastically about how cool her toy is….but then she goes a little green from too much candy and pukes all over his shoes. He knows then any kind of proposal is off the table for tonight.

The third time Sonny manages to actually get Valentine’s Day off work, he’s elated when you’re 100% off guaranteed no call ins and books a reservation at the expensive, romantic Italian restaurant you shared your first date at. You’re so smitten in love with each other and look just like the rest of the love sick couples in the joint as you share appetizers and sip at pricy wine. An eruption of squeals and small applause disrupts your evening, glancing across the restaurant, you witness a couple with the man down on his knee and the girl in tears. First Sonny huff’s in annoyance at the idea of a proposal being in your head now, he then pales at the way you scoff, rolling your eyes and mentioning how cringe worthy it is when people propose on valentines. You joke that you’re so happy he knows you better and would never do such a thing, kissing his cheek softly. He’s more glad than ever in that moment that the ring was waiting at home and he hadn’t been dumb enough to have a waiter put it in the dessert or anything.

Sonny’s basically given up at this point, every time he tries to put any amount of effort in, it gets thwarted. Even regular date night at this point seem to get ruined by work, but you’re happier than ever just to return to your shared apartment and get to snuggle up with him at the end of the day and know that he loves you. It’s a warm spring day, you let him sleep in a bit while you made a simple breakfast, the smell of coffee and the fresh air flowing through the apartment rousing him from his sleep.

You kiss him on the cheek, murmuring out a good morning and an I love you, sliding him his coffee, served perfectly how he likes it and he smiles at the utter domesticity of the entire thing, watching you plate up fruity pancakes and bacon. While he’s practically scarfing down the food he can feel your eyes on him, pausing to glance up, asking you what.

In truth, you can’t help but stare at him, the sun’s streaking through the room, highlighting the silvery of his hair that you love so much, making those baby blue eyes shine brighter than ever. And in that moment you can’t think of anything but the love you hold for your boyfriend.

“Nothin.” You reply, taking a small sip of coffee, “just thinkin’ about how much I wanna marry you. Feels kinda lame to say it here…and untraditional…I don’t have a ring or anything, but if you’d marry me, I’d be the happiest woman in the world.”

Sonny just about breaks his face with how big he’s smiling, stumbling off the kitchen stool, and your instantly confused, calling after him as he races down the hall, you’re worried you’ve freaked him out, or he ate too much too fast. You’re pleasantly surprised when he returns with a small box, saying he wants nothing more than to be your husband.

The day ends in happy tears, a lot of laughter, sore sides from laughing over how many times the two of you were too blinded by love to even realize the other was trying to ask.

156 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#3

Lifesaver

Sonny Carisi x fem!reader Warnings: minor language, fluff otherwise.

Sonny had just stepped off the elevator on his floor, his detective instincts still turned on for the day since he had barely made it to his apartment door. Something was definitely burning, and after a brief pause he could hear the beeping of a smoke alarm going off a few doors down. He jogged the few steps to the offending door, knocking louder than he originally intended. He heard a scuffling inside for a few seconds, the sound of a patio door being slid open before the door got pulled open. Your eyes flashed to his badge, your frazzled brain not completely realizing the situation.

“Oh fuck, someone called the cops!?”

“Nah.” He chuckled, a grin spreading across his face as you glanced up to it.

“Wait…you live down the hall…Sonny, right?”

“Yeah. Hate ta admit I don’t think I ever got your name, I just know ya have that adorable cocker spaniel.” His head glanced around the apartment briefly, searching for the dog. He had to admit, the excuse of getting to pet/talk to the pup was always a more than welcome excuse to share a few words with you when you ran into each other in the hallway or shared an elevator. He’d always thought you were cute, he just never seemed to have the ideal time to step in and properly introduce himself and a little flirtation.

“Oh,” you laughed, “she’s not mine, I just walk Pepper for Ms Harrison once it’s too cold or icy, she’s got a bad hip. And it’s Y/N…” you extended a hand that he took to shake, probably lingering a little too long, but enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against his. You both jumped when the smoke alarm started screeching again, you gave an annoyed sigh and Sonny could see the hint of frustration tears in the corners of your eyes as you whipped the tea towel off your shoulder, turning back to the device to attempt to get the smoke away from it.

“Doll I got it.” He stepped past you into the apartment, missing the way you flushed at the nickname. “Nothin’s actually on fire, right?”

“Aside from my disastrous life, no.”

Chuckling, he easily reached up to the ceiling, popping the detector off its base and plucking the battery out, relieving both of your ears of the horrendous noise while the remaining bits of smoke were sucked out the balcony door.

“There. Just make sure ta put the battery back in once the room’s cleared.”

“Thanks.” You gave a downtrodden sigh, muttering out a ‘fuck’ as you turned back to the kitchen.

“What happened?” He asked out of general curiosity. It was clear you were either on your way out, or had company coming, adorned in a cute classic red cocktail dress, with a perfect red lip to match.

“I had music going while I was getting ready, I didn’t hear the timer and…” your hand swung towards the stove, where your sweet potato casserole seemed fine except for the completely blackened marshmallows on top. “I’m supposed to be at my sister’s place in twenty minutes, there’s no way I’ll have time to remake it.” Surprisingly to you, Sonny moved into the kitchen, picking at one of the crispy marshmallows, he grabbed a spoon sitting on the counter and easily scooped a few off, dropping them onto a paper towel.

“This is totally salvageable! Do ya have more marshmallows?”

“Yeah.” You glanced at your watch, “I just don’t think I’ve got time to bake it again, besides, then the sweet potato’ll be overcooked.”

“Just trust me���okay?” He grinned at you and you practically swooned, “grab a spoon.” The two of you delicately scooped up all the burnt treats off the top of the dish, picking out any black flakes that dropped into the casserole. “There, see? Just like new.” You felt your cheeks heat again at the smile he gave you, suddenly aware of how close you were to each other. “Put a fresh layer of marshmallows on, I’ll be right back!”

“What? Sonny!” Before the words were even out of your mouth he was through the door, knowing you were in a time crunch.

You gave a sigh, if everything went horribly with dinner you’d at least be able to say you had a prolonged interaction with your super cute neighbour. You grabbed the bag of marshmallows from the cupboard, daintily placing them along the top of the casserole, praying whatever Sonny had in mind would work out. He shortly ducked through the door, right as your plopped the last marshmallow into its place.

“Is that a blow torch? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” He laughed at your question.

“It’s a butane torch, it’s the same thing they use on crème brûlée’s.”

“What? You a pastry chef when you’re not busy arresting crooks? Or do you have some weird pyromaniac kink I should be worried about?” Sonny let out a bark of a laugh at your teasing.

“I like ta dabble with things in the kitchen, took a few fine dining cookin’ classes over the years. Just somethin’ different than every day life.” He fired up the torch, carefully and slowly going over the top layer of the dish, successfully browning the marshmallows to a perfect golden without over cooking the lower layers.

“You are a life saver!!” You beamed over at him as he flicked off the torch, “thank you so much! Seriously…you just made my night one hell of a lot better.”

“No problem.” He shot you a grin, “now you’re free to head downstairs an’ meet whatever date I’m sure is waiting for you.”

“Sonny,” you snorted, “I told you I’m going to my sisters, the only date that’s going to come up is the fact that I don’t have one.”

“Oh…I guess I just…assumed..” he gestured toward your appearance, causing you to laugh.

“A girl can’t feel festive over the holidays?” You teased, “But no…I am…single as they come…” your phone buzzed, interrupting any further flirtation you were able to indulge in, “that’s my ride, I’ve gotta get going.” You quickly wrapped saran over the top of the dish, grabbing your keys as you shoved your phone into your purse. “Thank you….really.” You squeezed Sonny’s hand and gave him a soft smile that he nearly melted into before jumping back into go mode.

“Hey, let me put this back up for ya, so you don’t hafta drag a chair over.” His hands grabbed the smoke detector as you crossed the room to close and latch the balcony door.

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168 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#2

New Year’s Treat

Derek Morgan x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, the regular sass. Covers NYE square for bingo. A/N: pardon any errors/typos, I did not edit…

You weren’t honestly too surprised when your phone rang mid morning December 31st, despite having plans with your boyfriend, you knew his job and the hectic schedule that came with it. But that didn’t stop you from letting out a soft sigh as you moved through the room to pick it up,

“Hi handsome.”

“Baby girl…I am so sorry…” he started and you chuckled,

“You’ve gotta stay another day?”

“We just busted them, there’s mountains of paperwork to do still, I just don’t think I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

“That’s okay.” You smiled into your phone, “New Year’s is a lame holiday anyways.”

“I’ll make it up to you once I’m home baby, I promise.”

“Oh I know you will.” You let out a little laugh, “now don’t you work too hard, it is a holiday after all.”

“And how about you go out tonight? I know Amber was practically begging for a girl’s night or some shit?”

“Yeah.” You laughed, “she really was, she’s on the list for some club for tonight, wants to feel all fancy and special.” You nearly scoffed, “but I guess it could be fun.”

“You really hate going out on major holidays don’t you?” Derek teased and you laughed again with a roll of your eyes.

“You know…Agent Morgan, you have an awful habit of profiling over the phone.”

“Baby, I just want to make sure you have a good night.” He replied back with a laugh and you smiled.

“I will.” You assured him, “you said no to dinner, any chance you’ll be home by midnight? I think I deserve my new year’s kiss at the least…”

“If I do not make it for midnight, I will be able to kiss you awake for the new year, how about that?”

“Sounds perfect baby.” You smiled, dropping back onto your bed with a soft sigh.

“I’ll see you soon?” He asked, and you could practically picture the scrunched eyebrow, causing you to giggle.

“You will. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Stay safe.”

“Always.” He assured you, a grin in his voice before he hung up and you let out a happy sigh, flicking through your phone to text your friends about what the plan was for tonight.

**

Derek let out a small chuckle at the state of the walk in closet when he got home that night, shoes strewn basically everywhere, you clearly hadn’t been able to pick which ones for the evening. He tossed the clothes from his go back into the laundry, stripping out of the ones he was wearing before stepping into the shower, washing away the thoughts of the case. Properly refreshed, he dried himself off and tugged on a pair of sweatpants before padding out to the open part of the apartment, grabbing a beer from the fridge. You were out having a good time, he may as well get a drink or two in to ring in the new year.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the sound of keys in the lock not long after he’d gotten home, your heels clicking on the hardwood as you moved into the apartment, ridding yourself of your coat as he stood from the couch.

“Well look at you.” He grinned, his eyes dragging up your body, admiring the way the fabric clung to your body in all the right places.

“You like it?” You practically purred, stepping towards him, “I am rather fond of your lack of shirt…” his hands settled on your hips as your palms ran up his chest, linking behind his neck as he leant down to kiss you.

“Thought you might.” He murmured, pulling a chuckle from you.

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554 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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I Don't Share

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, daddy kink, strap on, minor face fucking, cum/"breeding" kink, dirty talk. Yeah, we really ended up going full out for this.. whoops... Covers the "you're mine & i dont share" sq for bingo Dm me or fill out the taglist form to be added to taglist!

Emily knew that you had wished she’d been home in time tonight, but that you weren’t surprised when she said the case was going to take longer. So you cancelled your dinner reservations and headed out to a local bar with your friends. You kept in touch with you girlfriend as she wrapped work while you devoured a pizza, letting her know where you would be that night, and a rough idea of when you would be home, though you reminded her you couldn’t wait to see her. She gently reminded you that you should enjoy your time out with your people, and that she would be there waiting when you got home.

What you didn’t know was while you were enjoying your drinks, laughing with friends and tossing back shots, Emily had snuck home early, and found her way to a dark corner of the bar you were at. She ordered herself a scotch, settling into the persona she wanted for the evening, leaning back into the high top chair as she watched you flit about your friends, bright smile on your face.

You laughed heavily at a joke one of your friends got through, squeezing at their shoulder before you clinked glasses, sinking back the shots, grimacing but smiling after the burn was done. It wasn’t long after that that your group of girls was infiltrated by a few bros in the bar, eye rolls having to be hidden by present company. You did your best to smile brightly, and honestly, who cared if you lead someone on for a few extra drinks? You played coy, smiling slyly, playing with your hair and giggling a little too girly, accepting the free food and drinks as the flirtation wore on. The guy got a little too close to you, his hand nearly wrapping around your waist and you took a step back, grabbing the free drink from his hand with a light laugh, clinking the glass with his as you feigned friends, but still flirty to keep the group involved.

Across the bar Emily rolled her eyes, letting out a heavy groan at the near pain in your eyes thanks to the idiot attempting to flirt with you. It didn’t take much longer than the second shot that she couldn’t bear it anymore, her plan to surprise you with your friends escaping her. She knew you’d come home to her, you always did, no matter how late, she only hoped you’d keep your wits and end up home before the liquor had turned you into a mess.

**

Emily was in the bedroom, the tv turned on to your usual late night binge when she heard the door click open, the sound of you dropping your keys into the bowl, hanging up your coat and kicking off your shoes. She grinned at the thought of you being home earlier than she expected, you clearly had the same idea in your head that she’d been instilling since her plane landed. She flicked off the tv, turning to a playlist on her phone instead, happy she’d already turned off the main lights, leaving the room in a low glow.

You meandered around the house for a moment, grabbing a glass of water and making sure lights were off, windows were shut and the appropriate things were locked. Finally, you made it to the bedroom, the light from the ensuite flowed into the room and you assumed that’s where Emily was. You plugged in your phone, placed down the glass of water and started to tug off your clothing, bare in your just your underwear when she spoke.

“You pulled quite the stunt tonight sweetheart.” Her voice startled you and you whipped around, eyes widening at the sight of her clad in a black lingerie set, strap already on, cock heavy between her legs.

“What?” Your mouth was suddenly very dry, any thought in your head vanished as all of your desire shot shout, your body tingling. Emily let out a small chuckle, moving through the room until she was directly in front of you, her fingers trailing across your jaw until her thumb and forefinger pinched at your chin.

“Really? You suddenly don’t remember flirting with those idiots at the bar?”

“I.. I didn’t…” you attempted to shake your head and she pinched harder at your chin, letting out a dark chuckle.

“Don’t lie to daddy, sweet thing. I saw you, twirling your hair like a school girl just to get free drinks? I hope it was worth it.”

“It was just innocent flirting.” You pouted and her eyes narrowed for a moment.

“It better have been, because you’re mine. And I don’t share.”

Emily surged toward you, her lips meeting yours in a dominating kiss as her hand sunk around to the back of your head, tightly tugging her to you. Her other arm wound around your body, groping at the globe of your ass, rutting her hips against yours, her cock brushing against your panty clad clit. Your hands loosely looped around her shoulders, fingers beginning to clench into her skin when her tongue slid across your lips, seeking entrance.

You easily accepted her tongue, dancing against it with your own in a very familiar routine, exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. You let out a quiet moan into her mouth that she swallowed down with ease, the hand pinching at your ass moved up your body swiftly unclipping your bra, letting it fall to the floor behind you.

“Would you like me to remind you why I don’t need to share?” She murmured against your lips and you nodded feverishly.

“Yes, please daddy.”

“That’s what I thought.” She near growled in response, her hands curving around your chest, groping, brushing her thumbs over your nipples before pinching at them, pulling a low moan from you. “Well… you didn’t misbehave all that much, so I shouldn’t punish you, but why don’t you get daddy’s cock nice and wet for me? I know how much that needy little pussy likes it when I fuck your face.”

It took only a moment for you to drop to your knees, Emily letting out a little chuckle at how eager you were. Her hand caressed your cheek, thumb tracing your lips as they fell open,

“Always my good little girl aren’t you?”

In response you simply smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of her thumb and she laughed softly, her hand dropping from your face to wrap around her cock. She gave the base of it the tiniest squeeze, a bead of lube sneaking out of its tip that she smeared around your open lips with the tip of her cock. You let out a small whine, wanting to be good but also aching for her to stuff you full to the brim. She let out a small tsk, but gave you what you wanted, her cock slipping into your waiting mouth, your lips wrapping around it. She let out a groan as the tip of it hit the back of your throat, her eyes watching the way it bulged in your neck,

“So fucking pretty sweetheart.” She praised and you whimpered in response, shifting up on your knees, bracing yourself against her thighs as she tangled a hand into your hair. “You want daddy to fuck your face?” You nodded once again, drool pooling up in your mouth, nearly about to escape beyond your lips if she didn’t move soon.

You were met with relief as she pulled out of your mouth, leaving the tip in and you let out a gasp of breath, catching as much as you could before she plunged back in, the hand in your hair pushing you all the way down to the base of the toy. She waited a moment, holding your there, listening to the wet sounds of your mouth, sucking and licking around her cock before she began to fuck your mouth. She set a steady pace, nothing too rough, just enough to have you gagging the perfect amount, the makeup around your eyes barely beginning to smudge as your eyes watered. The moment she tried to pull her cock out you let out a frustrated whine and she raised a brow in your direction before plunging back in. This time her hand loosely wrapped around your throat, swearing lowly at the feeling of her cock deep within you, bulging against her hand. A couple more thrusts were all she could take before she knew she needed to see your cunt, knowing that you were absolutely drenching the panties you were still wearing and she pulled out of your lips, chuckling at the whine and pout you gave her, your lips swollen and covered in spit, a little gleam of the lube still lingering.

“Oh pet, I know. I know you like my cum in your mouth, but tonight Daddy wants to come in that tight little pussy, remind you who it belongs to, hmm?”

“Yes please….” You whined, your thighs instinctively rubbing together at the sheer thought.

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