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Hi ! I’m new to your page and I LOVE it so far ! I was wondering how do you think Amaro would react if YN was in Rollins place while their being held hostage in S16.E4 Holdens Manifesto ?

Holden’s Manifesto. Nicholas Amaro x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Hostage Situation, Side Character Death, Blood, Protective Yet Tender!Nick.

Synopsis; My first reaction about one of my FAVORITE episodes!? Okay, Okay. Here’s how I think Amaro would react to s16e4 but with wife!reader instead of Rollins.

↳ ❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N; i think this has GOT to be my favorite ask.

↳ Now we all know Nick, he’s strong headed, has a LOT of anger issues, and most of all? He’s protective. Sometimes a little too protective. When he sees you starting to get into Holden’s head he knew it’d only end one way; He’d have to leave, and that was something he was not prepared to do and with you being the only one in the room Holden would talk to, Nick’s presence wasn’t much appreciated given the fact he was a male Holden determined to be the reason women didn’t look his way.

With Nick disarmed and handcuffed it gave you time to establish a rapport with Holden, Nicks stomach was churning the entire time he watched you with the unhinged individual. He was silently praying a shot blasted through that window, but he knew there was no clear shot at the moment. Not with a hostage in the room.

“Not so tough now, are you”? Holden smirked at Amaro.

“Hey, Holden, He’s not the one you’re mad at. Neither are these girls. Let’s talk about the people who’ve hurt you”.

Every move you made, word you spoke was calculated, engineered to target Holden’s outpouring insecurities. He scoffed, his attention turning from Amaro to you.

“This guy is your partner? Yeah, you can do better. He talked to me before with another woman, and I just hopped on my bicycle and rode away”.

“Yeah, you played it smart Holden”. With his gun still pointed at the frightened girls head, his attention finally turns to Nick for a moment, angry and hating.

“I did NOT say you could call me Holden”, He spat venomously.

This is when he notices it, the protectiveness over you, the way you stayed by Nick’s side even while speaking to him; It was like you spat on Holden. Nick could see him gradually getting angrier.

“Are you having sex with this guy”?

“Let’s talk about you”.

“You are, aren’t you? Of course you are. Girls like you always go for jerks like this”.

That’s when you saw your in, your tiny slither of a hole that revealed Holden’s kryptonite— A woman’s attention.

“Girl’s ignore you”? Amaro asked, “That’s gotta piss you off”.

“You know what pisses me off”?

“What’s that”?

“Is pretty boys like you. Y’know? Good looking all your life. Born…Gaupo. Spin the bottle at seven or eight a-and sexual relations at 14, 15”.

You were glad for your husbands help, keeping him talking. It gave you a moment to plan your next move, a move you knew would anger Amaro but a move that would save this girls life.

“Girls should’ve been going after you all along. You’re a good looking guy”.

“Shut up”! Holden glares, pulling the girl tighter, causing a small whimper to escape, “When was your first time”?

When neither you nor Nick answered, Holden laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah, no answer. Why? Because now you are doing it with her and you don’t want her to know that she is just another notch on your belt”.

Standing up slowly, you knew it was time, his resolve was breaking and he was showing vulnerability.

“Do you think he cares about you”?

You shake your head, “I know what he is”.

When Nick heard you talking, he was visibly struggling against his handcuffs because he knew— He knew what was coming next, outside the team was struggling to find a way in, to find a way to get you, the hostages, and Amaro out.

“Look at him. Helpless. Useless. You think he’s better than me”.

“I don’t. He’s not”.

Holden’s head popped up at this, hesitant to trust but apart of him was still just a boy that needed validation, “Yes you do”.

“I’m not a kid”, Amaro winced, finally just letting himself rest, still silent, still praying, “These young girls, they don’t get it…They don’t see, they don’t understand how special you are”.

“Are you tricking me”?

“No. Thoughtful guys. Polite. The kind that will hold the door open for you. Y-you don’t have to be macho”.

“These ‘girls’ think you do”.

Stepping a tad closer, careful, “Women don’t”. You offered, finally close enough to him, close enough to get into his mind, “There are things I wanna tell you. Adult things. Not in front of other people. P-private things, y’know. Just for you”?

The armor Holden so delicately thought he had crafted was demolishing before you and Nick’s very eyes.

“Okay”? You bit your lip nervous but not willing to show it, “I see the potential in you, Holden. I see how powerful you are”.

“Do you”?

You’d think Amaro’s heart stopped the way he yelled ‘no’ when the gun was finally on you, you gave him a small nod to tell him it’d be okay.

↳ When Nick was finally outside with the hostages, the amount of worry he displayed was insane. He knew you were skilled, but the thought of you being in there any longer than you had to had the man about ready to have a heart attack and of course he’s an angry boy so he does angry boy things.

“Now he’s got the gun on Y/ln”.

“Where are the students”? Chief Dodds asked.

“He moved them off camera. We’re trying to get another angle”.

“Fast, we need to take our shot”.

“Hold up, if you miss our people are still in there” Benson reasoned.

That’s when the door opened and Amaro yelled out, “COMING OUT”! the team was quick to get the girls to safety while Liv rushed to Nick.

“Nick! What happened? Why did he let you go”?

“He wanted to be alone with Y/n. Please tell me we’ve got a clear shot”.

“Unfortunately…Not yet”.

“So she’s stuck in there? My wife is stuck in there with a mentally ill maniac, a gun pointed at her head and we don’t have a shot”?

When Liv shook her head solemnly, Nick was quick to punch the nearest thing to him and unfortunately it was a fence, tore the skin on his hand immediately.

↳ When you finally do get out you best believe Nick didn’t let you out of his SIGHT. I’m talking 24 hour surveillance onnat ass.

The gun was still pointed at your head but you were making good headway.

“I’ll tell you the truth. Nick is the kind of boy that I used to like. Yeah…I fell for the quarterback. The guys with the big shoulders and the big smiles” You sighed, acting school really had paid off in the long run.

“They told me I was special but…They just wanted to use me. You know what, Holden, and I’ll tell you something— I-I went back to my high school for a reunion and every thing is different now. I mean- The star athletes? They’re just fat and sweaty now. They’re with big, ugly women that they don’t care about. It’s the intelligent guys, the smart guys. They have…They have everything”!

Holden was listening intently, and honestly his grip on the gun wasn’t even good, if you wanted to you could’ve just taken it but— It was risky. Too risky.

“I mean, they’re rich. They’ve got beautiful wives. They’re— They’re guys like you. They were intelligent, sensitive, considerate”.

“I try to be”. Holden’s voice wavered, almost cracking. A good sign.

It was all going so good.

“I know. I know that, I can- I can see that in you now. Now that…I’m a woman”.

It was all going so good. Until it wasn’t. Until there was blood splattered against your skin, fresh and warm.

“And I wish we weren’t here right now. Yeah, I wish we’d met someplace else. I just…I don’t want this to sound wrong, Holden, but…I think you’re superb. I really do”.

You didn’t understand, you were frozen, replaying the moment over in your mind and wondering what went so wrong.

“It is too late”.

“I read your manifesto”

“You did”?

“Mm. I couldn’t put it down. Holden, it’s— It’s brilliant and I just… I’m so sorry that somebody like you has had to go through all this. You don’t deserve this. You…deserve to be adored. To be caressed. To be…Um…To be kissed. Yeah”.

You were walking over to him, you remember, you had gotten his defenses down completely; You could’ve walked him out.

“Would you— Would you let me kiss you”?

Outside, Amaro couldn’t have been happier to see that gun lowered, he was proud of you, ready to see you walk out but it wasn’t that easy. It wasn’t his call.

“He’s lowering the gun, give them the green light”.

He, Fin, and Liv tried to reason with Chief Dodds but it was like talking to a brick wall.

“Sniper still doesn’t have a clear shot, Holden has to get closer to Y/n”.

“Why isn’t she getting him in range”?

“Just give her time”.

“She knows what she’s doing, she’ll get him to put the gun down”.

You could hear multiple voices near you but you were still stuck, rewinding time in your mind and trying to figure out where you’d failed.

“Now, while we’re here. While we’re alone. Just let me kiss you”.

“I have never kissed anyone”.

You remembered his voice clearly, it sounded as if he was on the verge of tears; He’d never been touched by a woman, let alone kissed, he was scared, mentally ill, and you…you had him.

“Just give me your hands. I won’t hurt you, I promise it’s going to be all right, Holden”.

You neared him, he was about to put the gun down and as you were about to kiss him it happened like a flash and all you felt was liquid dripping down your face. The last thing you’d said to him specifically replayed in your mind.

“It all begins with a kiss”. But no, you were wrong…It all ended with the promise of one.

The next few minutes seemed to happen like a slideshow presentation in your head, it all happened so fast and you couldn’t comprehend a thing as the team rushed into the building, as Amaro rushed to your side.

“Y/n! Hey! Are you alright? Yeah”?

“I had him. It was…It was done. Why didn’t you stop them”?

“It wasn’t our call, alright? Come on let’s get out of here”.

“Okay, Okay…Okay? I’m fine”.

You remembered Nick trying to touch you, to snap you out of it but you pushed him away, you didn’t want to be touched. You didn’t want to think. Everything else was a blur, from the hospital to the car ride home, you didn’t remember much else but you knew Nick didn’t leave your side the entire time and you weren’t sure you wanted him to.

↳ When it was all said and done, though? Nick was nothing but tender with you, your security and safety rested in his arms that night, and honestly his safety and security rested in yours— Rested in knowing he was holding you close now and nothing could hurt you. You can betchur ass he didn’t let you go either, if you had to pee or something? He would sit up and wait until you got back. Just so he knew you were safe.

After your shower, a long one at that. You put on one of your husbands hoodies and went over to the mirror. Looking in that mirror you saw a mix of exhaustion and tension in your own eyes. Your usually caramel skin had taken on a pale tint, your eyes had dark circles under them, your curls damp with shrinkage after washing the blood from your hair and skin. You couldn’t pull yourself to look away, not even when the first sob escaped.

Nick was quick, he’d been listening out for you after taking his shower in the guest room and when that first sob was let out the door was pushed open and you pulled into his arms, rocked and shushed before being carried back to bed.

“Nick”?

“Yes, Amor”? He asked, kissing your forehead. You were now lying in bed, your head on his bare chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat, since it’d always seemed to calm you.

“I did the best I could. Right”?

Suddenly you were pulled even closer (If that was even possible), and Nick made you look at him, his features reflecting your own; Exhausted and Tense.

“You did perfectly, Querida. It wasn’t your call, it wasn’t Fin or I’s call. Not even Liv could stop Dodds, but you? Babygirl, I couldn’t have been prouder. So, yeah…Yeah. You did the best you could and I don’t want you thinking otherwise. Me Entiendes”?

You smiled weakly at your husband, and kissed his cheek, holding out your pinkie for him. He chuckles yet obliges and entwines them.

“Entiendo, Amor”.

And with that, he kisses your pinkies. To seal it, of course.

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A/N; It’s official. This is my favorite thing I’ve ever written.

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Sickly Overprotective. (Sonny Carisi x Black Fem!Reader)

Genre: Angst-ish???/Fluff.

Warnings: Tutuola!Reader, Dorky and Sometimes Mean!Carisi.

Synopsis: Sonny’s never liked you and the feeling was mutual, well I think. The squad saw it as an old married couple fighting but filled with love. You and Sonny disagree…until you get sick that is.

↳ ❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

a/n: won’t stop until i’ve written enemies to lovers for all of em.

There were three things in the world that Sonny Carisi absolutely despised; Inauthentic Italian food, women abusers, and apparently you. His partner. When you stepped into the SVU Sonny had seemingly already chosen how he felt about your arrival and he let it be known every chance he got— From snide remarks to criticism of your work to undermining your every choice. It was a two-way street since you also seemed to hate him, but really it was just in defense of yourself. You had to hate him since he hated you.

“Ya well I’m just trying to do whatever it takes to capture this perp”.

“And we will, if you actually give me the leeway to do what I need to”. You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. It had been like this for the past 3 hours, you arguing that you could go undercover and Carisi arguing that it was too risky.

It was getting heated when you finally got annoyed, rolling your eyes, “Okay then, let’s ask Cap”. you nod towards Olivia; Carisi raises a brow and contemplates for a moment before ultimately sighing in agreement. You explain to Liv your dilemma and watch as she takes a sip of coffee, “Okay…I think…Y/n should do it”.

Carisi’s eyes widen, you cheer clapping your hands together before turning to your partner and smiling, “I’ll see you in disguise on Monday then”?

He grunts, looking away.

“I’ll take that as a yes”.

↳

When Monday comes Carisi quickly realizes you aren’t there, no incessant squeaking in his ears; Something was wrong.

“Aye Fin, where’s Y/n”?

“Oh you didn’t hear? Y/n’s out sick”. Liv cuts in and quickly walks away to her office.

Sonny let the news sink in for a moment, you hadn’t missed a day or gotten sick since you joined the team, it was uneasy seeing your empty desk and something about it was upsetting him. It wasn’t long after he found out that he was outta there. His impulses taking him to an unexpected place; He didn’t like you so why was he so determined to get to you?

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You were stuck on your couch, nose stuffed, throat sore and raw, eyes swollen and puffy, and the most painful sneezes and coughs. You truly didn’t want to see anyone in a state like this so when your doorbell rang you almost didn’t answer until you heard a familiar voice; One you wouldn’t have expected in a million years.

“What’re you doin here”? Was what you wanted to say when face to face with your partner, the person who always seemed to hate you the most. Instead, you seemed frozen to your spot, shocked that instead of mocking you as you thought he would he reaches out to touch your forehead, pushing his way into your home.

“Ya burning up, go sit down. I’m gonna cook ya some chicken noodle soup, okay”?

You were still frozen to your spot, wondering why the man who was insistent on having absolutely nothing to do with you was maneuvering his way around your home to make you a feel better meal because you were sick. When you finally mustered up the words, you looked utterly ridiculous.

“Sonny? What are you doing here”? You asked, disoriented by everything that was happening, following the strange man to your kitchen while he pulled out your groceries and your pans to cook you breakfast. It was all so surreal. You could barely keep up.

“What’s it look like? Cooking your ungrateful ass breakfast”.

You were floored. Aghast for a moment before finally relenting walking over to the counter to help him when he turned to you with the nastiest glare you’d seen in awhile, “Whaddya think you’re doing”? he asked, emphasizing the word ‘you’re’. Not only was the lanky fuck confusing the hell outta you but now you couldn’t help in your own kitchen.

“I was gonna help yo-”

“Nada. Go take a shower while I cook”.

You watched him for a moment longer puffing your cheeks out.

“Go”!

↳

When you got out of the shower it was still hard to believe Sonny Carisi was in your kitchen cooking you get well soon soup. Pulling out a gown and your bonnet you get dressed quickly not trusting Carisi to be alone by himself.

“How was your show—”

The second he looked at you the air was knocked from his lungs, you stood there wearing a long red t-shirt gown paired with grey leg warmers, wringing out your curls; He was drawn in by your beauty, how ethereal you looked while sick, from your curls to your curves he was almost salivating.

“Mm? My shower was fine, is the food done”?

“Y-yeah”.

“Good then. I know you didn’t want me helping you cook but at least let me help set the table”? You tilted your head, pouting slightly.

It wasn’t clear. The emotion on Sonny’s face. You couldn’t read him like you could suspects, you were amazing at your job but Carisi was the brick wall that stopped your skills before they’d even had a chance to start, you drop your pout and huff, “Fine, but I’m cleaning the dishes” you mumbled, about to walk away when he inevitably caught your arm in his hold, not letting go.

“Set the table. That’s it. I’m washing the dishes since I cooked, any objections”? He tried to seem tough, cold but you could feel his resolve dropping by the second.

“Whatever you say, Detective. Actually? Let’s eat in the living room. We can watch a movie”.

Twirling on your heels, you shuffle to the living room; You’d been feeling better partially but it seemed now that your sickness wanted to make an appearance. The second you made it to the couch you felt dizzy, your throat scratchy, and a sneeze bubbling. By the time Carisi got your food and drink he saw you on the couch with a blanket wrapped tight, shivering.

“Risi? C-can you get my meds from the kitchen? I’m a little cold…”

“Yeah, course’. Don’t touch the soup yet, it’s way too hot and you’re trembling, doll”.

He noticed your fever had gotten worse and rushed to get your cold medicine, filling it in a medicine cup and handing it to you. He didn’t have to watch you take but you couldn’t help but see him hovering over you watching you with concern, making sure you downed everything.

“Uh, Son”?

He grunts, taking the medicine cup from your hands and sitting down beside you. It was hard to think this had been the same man who seemingly hated your guts with a fiery passion; Grabbing the chicken noodle from the table he gets some on a spoon and holds it carefully to you, “Blow”.

“Son”! You said again, trying to get his attention when he finally looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to blow, “I can feed myself”.

Son’s face reddened considerably, the tips of his ears hot. If you could take a picture and frame the moment you would, you absolutely adored that he was doting on you but you didn’t want to seem helpless— You’d been sick before without anyone taking care of you and you’d gotten better alone just fine, “Oh, uh, yeah”.

“Jeez, what’s with you”? You asked playfully, elbowing him gently, “Being so nice to me. It’s weird, you haven’t insulted me in so long”.

You were joking but Dominick couldn’t help but feel guilty, he wasn’t the nicest to you and that shocked him as well as the rest of the team considering he was SVU’s ‘polite gentleman’. He tried endlessly to deny that he had an idea why he was so mean to you or why he didn’t like you but Sonny knew why; Denial was just one helluva thing. Being next to you, he was confronted with those feelings again, the ones he chose to deny knowledge of, from your curls to your eyes to your nose to your lips— Those damned lips. Sonny remembered why he’d been so mean, what’d he’d been hiding. His undeniable attraction to you.

“I’m not usually like that, I swear”. He tried to defend himself but you shook your head.

“I know. I see how you act with the others, you are the precincts gentleman after all”.

Okay. Maybe that did come out bitter sounding. For a year you got to see him be a nice polite gentlemanly figure— To everyone but you. You got to see how he usually interacted with anyone while he regarded you as if you weren’t worthy enough to see that side of him, like you had warranted his behavior somehow. It was hurtful. Now was the only time you’d seen any softness from him directed your way and even then he seemed to try and act cold; Suddenly, your appetite had left and you were oh so very tired and weak and Sonny seemed to be guilt-ridden next to you.

“Don’t you have work? I should let you get back. Thank you, Ris. For coming to see me and cooking for me”.

Sonny gulped, he could tell you were hiding a grimace, the guilt was eating him alive. He was an asshole and he knew it, but he was hoping he could gain your forgiveness.

“Wait, Y/n, I—” Running a hand through his hair, Sonny sits back ready to beg if it came to it, “I-I’m sorry for being such a jackass but I wanna make it all up, I promise”.

You looked hesitant, fiddling with your hands in your lap— You never had trusted easily and after all Sonny’s done? Could you allow him in again? Chewing on your bottom lip you think about it for a moment, Sonny sat silently shitting bricks beside you. In the end, you turned to him and smiled a little.

“Fine, fine. But you owe me coffee and maybe even a muffin when I’m better”.

“Deal”.

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You had to admit, Sonny was trying. The man was trying to genuinely repair the initial friendship he destroyed because of pride and denial. However, the old Sonny would peek through, the undermining, the unnecessary criticism, the snarkiness. He was trying but you couldn’t help but snap after awhile. He’d been doing it all day, you didn’t understand why Sonny was so opposed to allowing you to do your damned job.

“You know what? Go ahead, Carisi. Do my damn job for me, why don’t you”? You sent a glare his way and Rollins and Fin groaned, you were bickering once again, over something as small as you being alone with a dangerous criminal. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t done interviews alone before but Dominick felt…protective. He didn’t want you in harms way and that tended to make him show it in the worse ways possible.

“There’s no way you’re going in there alone. End of discussion”.

That made you freeze in your tracks, Those three little words pissed you off more than anything Sonny had done that day, you turned to him with your eyes narrowed; Rollin’s made a “sss” sound and walked away, knowing this would end horribly— For Carisi that is. He was dead meat.

“Y’know? I thought you changed, Dominick. Clearly I was so fucking wrong. Get this through your thick skull, nigga. I am not a damsel in distress in need of saving and you need to realize that. Sooner rather than later”.

With that you walked off, leaving Carisi to realize how irrational he was actually being. This was something Sonny wasn’t ready to be confronted with. Protective? Maybe that he was, but he couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. This was your job though, he had to start stepping back or he’d lose you. That was something he never wanted to happen.

↳

On the roof you stood watching the clouds, hidden behind was a dimly glowing sun, you squint slightly stuck in your thoughts about the man you called a partner, it’d be a wonder to you if you did repair the failed partnership with the male you wanted to call a friend. However, that nagging feeling nipped at your heels and you were confronted with the vulnerable question you’d been dodging since that day in your house when you were sick and sniffling…Did Sonny like you? Did you like Sonny?

“Hey”.

“Hi”.

The air was thick, you felt that familiar warmth lead from your cheeks to your ears when his body stood next to yours, when you could feel the heat emanating from his body. It was something only he could manage to do.

“Look, I’m sorry. For going off the way I did in there”.

Sonny was surprised, both eyebrows raised because he believed it to be the other way around; He was in need of apologizing. He was aware he could be hard to work with, especially when it came to your safety specifically. He loved his entire team through and through, they were family— But there was something about you. Something special. He was tired of holding it in.

“It’s pretty hilarious ya apologizing, Beautiful”.

The name stopped you in your tracks, shielding your eyes you stare up at him in confusion hoping there’d be a continuation and he wasn’t just being a dick again.

“I mean, goddamnit I’m messing it up again, aren’t I”? He asked, a playful smile on his face now.

“Messing what up”? There it was again, Dominick thought. The nose scrunch, an expression you often showed when annoyed, confused, or frustrated. It was something Carisi loved about you. He was glad to see the nose scrunch; It meant he couldn’t refuse you or hideaway from his feelings again. He couldn’t take another moment with the thoughts of you in another’s arms, and he knew you had ladies and gentlemen waiting for him to fuck this up.

“My chance at happiness with my dreamgirl”.

He had your full attention now, and the shit-eating grin on his face couldn’t crawl any bigger when he sees your reaction, “Dominick Sonny Carisi Jr don’t play with me right now. I’ll kick you in the dick so quick”.

You didn’t know where he gained the confidence and truthfully? Neither did he. When he pulled you so close to him, forcing you to look up, finger under your chin, he chuckles.

“Ya never wondered why I was so protective of you? Why I was so hellbent on keeping someone I hated safe…Or maybe, how about the fact I spent last week coming to your house repeatedly to cook for and take care of you while sick? Wanna ask Fin if he’s gotten chicken noodle soup homemade by me when he’s sick, Doll”?

You giggled at the thought of Carisi taking care of your dad while he was sick, chewing on your bottom lip, “There’s that smile I love so much”.

“Shut up, you sound so corny” You weakly pushed at his chest trying to bite back a smile.

“Yeah? I’ll yell it from the rooftops. I love you, Y/n Tutuola…and if I was a smarter man, I’d have done this sooner”.

He closes the gap between the two of you and for the first time, Dominick’s meet yours. His lips are slightly chapped against your soft glossed ones but it only makes it better, you feel those cliche “fireworks” erupt and for the first time that day? You didn’t totally wanna murder Carisi, and when he finally pulled away? You held him up to his word.

“Shout for me”?

Sonny rolled his eyes, but boy did he ever oblige.

“I LOVE Y/N TUTUOLA”!

It wasn’t at all shocking when your father called to tell him to shut up, and though he seemed angry on the phone walking back into the precinct was filled with ‘congratulations’, ‘finally’s’, and your dad shaking his head before giving Carisi a hug.

You’d never been more grateful than now to get the flu.

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A/N: don’t count me out yet y’all, i’m still kickin’. ironically written while i was sick and recovering from a sickle cell crisis. whippee.

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Warning: Dom Masc Kat (It’ll always be dom Kat, can’t see her as a Sub nor Switch), Sub Reader, Groping, Claiming, Marking, Impact Play, Spitting In Mouths, Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Sir Kink, Public Play, Oral (Giving).

Synopsis: While on a date the waitress seems to have a little crush on you and Kat, being the territorial possessive person she was had to make it known who you belonged to. To the server, and you.

↳ Melinda Warner.

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↳ Casey Novak.

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↳ Alex Cabot.

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↳ Pippa Cox.

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↳ Monique Jefferies.

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Law&Order Men Menu 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Nicholas “Nick” Amaro.

Poisoned Motive (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Dom!Nick, Sub!Reader, Rough rough rough, Oral (giving/receiving), intercourse, and then completely dorky fluff afterwards.

Synopsis: This episode unlocked my Amaro Kink, and I NEEDED to write about it. Whew. This episode is so sexy but spoilers ahead if you haven’t watched it!

Born Psychopath (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Talks of guns and blood, animal abuse, all that good stuff.

Synopsis: This takes places on the first episode of the Henry Messner case, after Nick is “shot” so to say and finally gets to tell Gil he’s his father. You’re a nurse and Nick’s girlfriend, Zara and Gil both know about you and you come in after Gil finds out. Fluff ensues.

She’s Out There!!! (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning: Attempted Rape, Kidnapping, Torture, Violence, ANGRY Amaro, Child Abuse, Racism.

Synopsis: When you’re out there, kidnapped by a suspect, Amaro loses it. He’s lost so much and you? He can’t lose you too.

Safety. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Talks of guns and abuse, Tense violent situation, mentions of blood, mentions of rape and death, Smutty but no full out smut.

Synopsis: Nick had been in love with you since you entered SVU and seeing a gun pointed at your head might just be the kick in the ass he needs to confess.

Blood Brothers. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; EPISODE SPOILERS, Mentions of violence, death, rape, teen pregnancy, abortion (pro-lifers do not interact.), bitchy rollins, female receiving oral, soft degradation, oral fixation, spitting in mouth, pet play, all that good stuff. that is all.

Synopsis: Getting close with the devishly handsome Nicholas Amaro during a particularly daunting case was amazing, made even better when his possessive side starts to show over little ole you.

Candy Kisses. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Lots of stuttering, Awkward Nick, Sweet bullshit.

Synopsis: After a night out trick or treating with Zara and Nick you and Nick enjoy yourselves after Zara is finally asleep and your lips look amazing with sticky candy on them.

Twerp. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Child Death, Talks of Child Molestation, Abuse, Miscarriages, Trafficking, Teen Pregnancy.

Synopsis: From the moment you entered SVU it seemed that Nick hated you, and you him. The entire team could tell it was just the opposite but let you both tell it? You despised one another. After a tragedy happens, just how true is that?

Holden’s Manifesto. (☦︎︎ - ❥ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Hostage Situation, Side Character Death, Blood, Protective Yet Tender!Nick.

Synopsis; My first reaction about one of my FAVORITE episodes!? Okay, Okay. Here’s how I think Amaro would react to s16e4 but with wife!reader instead of Rollins.

White Noise. (Surrendering Noah) (☦︎︎ - ❥ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Blood mentions, Talks of Death, Gunshots (obvs), Sweet Bullshit.

Synopsis; ngl, i never rewatched this episode because i can’t stand to see how it affected olivia, noah, and amaro but this is cute so here we go. here’s how Y/n would react to the court shooting.

Daddy/Daughter Project. (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x South Asian Fem!Y/n

warnings: cuteness aggression.

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

authors note: thank you so much, beloved! that makes me so glad. i want to make requesting as simple as possible. by the way, i love this idea so much. mwah mwah!

↳ Dominick “Sonny” Carisi.

hrs and hrs. (Songfic) (☦︎︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Talks of Incest, Abuse, and Pedophilia. None just sleepy fluffy smut and sweet aftercare. Slight Breeding Kink.

Synopsis: After stressful jobs sometimes all you and your husband Carisi need is each other. To take care of one another.

Revenge. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning; S20 E4 SPOILERS. Talks of Rape, Assault, Death, Incels.

Synopsis: You and your partner Sonny work as a “couple” to get a confession out of a peep who happens to be an incel. Everyone thinks you played too well at being a couple and that gets Sonny thinking if it’s time to tell you he loves you.

That Girl Is Mine. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning: Possessive Dom, Dad Figure Odafin, Light Asshole Barba, Mentions of Rape, SVU stuff, Smutty No Full Smut.

Synopsis: Barba takes a little too much of a liking to Sonny’s girl.

Sickly Overprotective. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: Tutuola!Reader, Dorky and Sometimes Mean!Carisi.

Synopsis: Sonny’s never liked you and the feeling was mutual, well I think. The squad saw it as an old married couple fighting but filled with love. You and Sonny disagree…until you get sick that is.

↳ Rafael Barba.

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↳ Hasim Khaldun.

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↳ John Munch.

That’s Not Her Name. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Sexual Harassment, Slut shaming, Semi Aggressive Munch.

Synopsis; inspired by s13ep9 when the lawyer calls alex “sweetheart” and munch steps in his face and goes “ADA Cabot” but with y/n and someone disrespecting her while they’re on a date.

��� Odafin “Fin” Tutuola.

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↳ Mike Dodds.

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↳ Peter Stone.

He Can Only Hold Her. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎) x Black GN!Y/n

Warnings; Asshole!Peter, Breaking piece by piece!Y/n.

Synopsis; It was no secret Peter Stone was in love with Olivia Benson, even you as his lover could see it. The question was how long would it be before you broke?

↳ Brian Cassidy.

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↳ Elliot Stabler.

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Candy Kisses. (Nick Amaro x Black Fem Nanny!Reader)

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

Warnings: Lots of stuttering, Awkward Nick, Sweet bullshit.

Synopsis: After a night out trick or treating with Zara and Nick you and Nick enjoy yourselves after Zara is finally asleep and your lips look amazing with sticky candy on them.

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N: I’m obsessed with the nanny trope atm. sue me. all of these will be in a universe where Maria is dead but they won’t be connected to each other.

It had been a year since you’d become Zara’s nanny, and you had to admit, Zara and Gil were the easiest kids you’ve worked with in awhile and Zara was a little sweetheart, she absolutely adored you and everytime she would see you, her little eyes would light up. Hell, even if Amaro was there she’d run into your arms rather than his and he couldn’t exactly blame her. Since you’d started, his eyes had been stuck on you. He wanted to run into your arms as well, to be very honest. With a thicker plus sized figure, a platinum blonde 4C afro, with a beautiful umber skin tone, walking with such grace it was almost as if you were floating. Nick was drawn in immediately, but he was a busy man and Maria had only died two years prior. He wasn’t sure he wanted to bring another woman into his life, especially afraid of the affect it’d have on Zara. Teasing had never hurt, however.

You and Nick were prone to teasing each other, whether it be flirting or subtle glances and an intentional outfit or two that would catch his eye and vice versa. Nick hadn’t given into his urges, he’d feel horrible but he couldn’t act on it, he knew if he gave in he wouldn’t want only just sex with you, after getting to know you on an intimate level? He’d fall hard. Maybe, he already had. He didn’t know yet and he wasn’t sure he’d figure it out anytime soon.

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Halloween was tonight and Nick had requested the night off to spend with Zara and Zara had begged for you to come along trick or treating with them. Nick wasn’t sure he was ready for whatever costume you would put on for the night, he was still only a man and they all had their weaknesses. His was consisted of only two things; His children and you. He’d be lying under oath if he was in a court and denied his undying attraction to you or the fact he’d spent many nights envisioning you with his dick firm in his hands or even the dreams. The dreams of him holding you against his chest, going out on the cutest dates, showing you off. They were always so sweet. Until they weren’t and he’d started dreaming of fucking you into his mattress. You reallyyyy wouldn’t leave his mind.

“Daddy, whens Y/N coming”? Zara had asked for 5th time since the beginning of Halloween night had started, from the moment she put her costume on she was ready to show you how she looked just like Princess Jazmine from Aladdin. Nick thought it was too revealing for a girl her age but he was also a sex crimes detective, his views were a little scattered from all the cases that came through each year.

“She’ll be here soon, Zar. C’mon, you think Y/N would forget her favorite girls halloween”? Nick smiled over at his daughter who was currently idling boredly by the kitchen counter holding a friendship bracelet she’d made for Y/N. Well, the 4th one she’d made for her. The girl really enjoyed Y/N’s presence. Nick hadn’t seen her this happy since her mothers passing, her smile had slowly disappeared after that and seeing her like this was giving his heart the pumps it needed to work SVU with the amount of shitty cases he sees daily.

“Daddy? Do you like Y/N”? It was so random and sudden that it had made Nick choke. He wasn’t sure how to answer, stammering and sweating a bit as Zara waited for one, her eyebrow raised as if she knew he liked Y/N, as if she could read him like an open book. He hated that he couldn’t gauge her reaction, if him liking you would be a good or bad thing in her eyes.

“Wha- Well, yeah of course, I mean, Uh, she’s nice…She’s, uh, DOORBELL”. Saved by the bell, literally. He scurried away to the door, Zara shook her head behind him. Adults were so complicated. Why couldn’t he just admit he had a crush on Y/N? Zara saw the way they looked at each other. How strange. When Nick opened the door, he wasn’t sure what to think. His mind had melded and scrambled the moment he saw you, dressed up like what he thought was supposed to be a fallen angel? Wings on your back white yet looking to be turning black? The outfit was a simple white spaghetti strapped tank with a black and plaid skirt and white fishnets underneath, on your head lay a halo with two horns poking on either side of your fro. He had to have stared at you for a good full minute before you spoke, breaking the silence.

“Amaro? Gonna stare or let me in? Where’s Princess Jazmine”? You gave a dimpled grin and let yourself inside, giggling when Zara ran and jumped into your arms. Nick was still staring at the now empty spot where you once stood before turning around to see you and Zara giggling and squealing. He had to admit, he enjoyed the sight. He loved how much you cared for Zara and he loved that happy look on her face. A win/win all around.

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You’d finally left the house at about 7:30. The streets were filled with kids and masked people all around, Zara stood in the middle of you and Amaro, holding both of your hands and skipping along while chatting about all the candy she was gonna get and eat tonight. That made Nick’s face scrunch up and you thought it was cute seeing him go full parent mode while Zara kept on with her rambling. He finally interrupted her.

“Zara, baby. You know you can’t eat all that candy tonight, right? 3 pieces is the limit, else’ you’ll be up all night with a stomachache like last time. You don’t want that, do ya”? He looked at you and you shrugged, your lips turned up into a half smirk watching the little girls face scrunch up like her fathers, just like him. Face and all. You loved seeing the two interact, it was like watching a mirror. Both stubborn and hardheaded and never ready to back down.

“No, daddy! It’s Halloween, I’ll negotiate at least 4 pieces. Take it or leave it”. Zara bargained and you had to hold back your laugh, leaning down to pick up the small girl, holding her on your side.

“Yeah, ‘daddy’. Take it or leave it”. You mocked him and stuck your tongue out, unaware that he had been watching you the entire time. He rolled his eyes, he hated when you two tag teamed him because he knew he’d never be able to say no to both of you at once, especially not when you both pulled out the puppy dog eyes. He was done for.

Sighing, he looks between the two of you and grimaces before relenting, “Fine. four. no more, no less. Got it, ladies”? he looked between the two of you as you broke down into cheers before looking back at him. Zara holds out her hand for him to shake and smiles.

“Got it, papa”!

The night was closing to an end, it was around 8:50 and it was almost Zara’s bedtime but you and Nick thought she deserved leniency. With her bedtime being at 9:12, you were hoping to get back home before that. Getting one last house in before finally heading back home. While she ran up to the house, you and Nick stayed back a little but kept an eye on her. Nick, unsurprisingly, kept gazing at you. Your smile hit him right in the heart and those feelings he thought he’d never figure out were starting to unravel. His heart damn near stopped when you turned to face him with that blinding smile as big as ever.

“She’s such a cutie, Nick. I absolutely love seeing her so happy”! You exclaimed, glancing back at Zara before looking back to Nick, he couldn’t exactly disagree with the notion. The look on Zara’s face tonight was something priceless and along with yours? He was a dead man walking.

“I know, she’s just…amazing. Never seen her this happy, she loves you. You’ve been great to us”. His reply stopped you in your track, it wasn’t the words but the way he said it, as if he really meant it in so many ways but before you could figure that out, Zara ran up to the two of you, ready to go and get her four pieces of candy in. Not noticing the shocked glance on your face, or the nervous smile on Nick’s.

“Daddy, daddy! I’m ready to go home. Y/N, look! I got fun dip”!

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When you got home, Zara immediately ran to pick out her four candies, along with giving you one. She’d picked out a blue fun dip, a twix, a pink strawburst, and small packet of skittles. She also gave you a red fun dip before running upstairs with her four to eat them and wait to be tucked in and kissed goodnight.

Which left you and Nick alone, you had been eating on the fun dip Zara had given you and made quite the mess of your lips which Nick couldn’t ignore, your lips were red from the powder and some of the crystals had made their way to your lips, stuck there for a moment before the pink muscle between your lips peeked out to lick them away. Nick was entranced, like a snake to a snake charmer his eyes hadn’t left your lips or the repeat actions of your tongue darting out to lick away the sticky mess on your lips. He kept watching for a moment and then started stalking closer. Slowly, but surely.

“Tonight was fun, Nick. Zara really makes my day, Gil too when he’s around. He’s a sweetheart”. You were talking, what were you saying? He wasn’t sure. Your lips were moving but he was too distracted by them to even notice the words slipping from them, “Nick”?

When he snapped out of it and finally looked to you, it seemed as if you were aware where his attentions had lied only moments before, “Oh, yeah, yeah. Gil and Zara absolutely adore you. You’re all they talk about when you’re not here”. you took in his words, you knew they were the truth but you were far from caring about that right now. Nick looked amazing in his dracula costume and you were barely resisting from kissing those all too soft looking lips of his. Nick could be irrational sometimes, maybe it was in the heat of the moment but the way you kept looking at him and the sticky redness on your lips had his eyes darkening and his feet leading him to you, “Hey. Did you hear anything I just said”? he asked, already knowing the answer since he’d been asking himself the same thing everytime he got distracted by your beauty while you talked to him but this time he got to tease.

“Huh? O-oh, yeah. I love Zar and Gil too, my own little bestfriends” You smiled at him, your throat going dry when you realized how close he was and how it appeared he was staring through you, his eyes moving from your eyes to your lips. Your breath hitched when he reached out with his thumb, wiping some of the red powder from your bottom lip and watching you intently for a reaction as he put it into his own mouth, sucking his thumb clean, shrugging afterwards.

“Mm. Sweet”. He mumbled, about to walk away before you pulled him back and scoffed, a look of disbelief on your face, “You do NOT get to walk away” was your final declaration before your lips met his in a heated kiss, a mix of passion, lust, and slight shame. Shame overtook Nick only moments later, after his tongue had explored yours, cleaning your lips of all the sticky sweetness, his own taste mingling with yours and the powdered substance. He pulled away and looked at you, frazzled. Your heart dropped. He regretted it. Fuck, you were a dumbass.

“N-nick”? Your voice came out in a stutter, your eyes already filled with pain and knowing. Something that had sent a pang through Nick’s heart but ultimately pride and shame overtook the urge to bring you into his arms, call you his girl, and love you with everything within him. Nick was stubborn, he needed a push and neither of you could provide that right now when you were already crumpling like a ball of paper at the first sign he’d regretted kissing you.

“That was… You should go, It’s getting late. I don’t wanna keep you”. Nick lied, he lied. God forgive him. He wanted nothing more than to keep you there, make you hot cocoa and cuddle you until the sun came up but he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until that sign came that it was okay to love someone again. His heart hurt even more watching you scurry to grab your belongings and get away from him. As if you had no place to be but you absolutely didn’t wanna be in a room with him and who could blame you?

“You’re right. I’ll, uh, I’ll see ya tomorrow, Mr. Amaro. Let me just go say goodnight to Zara and I’ll be out of your hair”. You turned, nearly running up the stairs.

Ouch. You’d never called him that. That really fucking sent a pang through his heart.

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After you’d left, Nick sighed. He hated how that interaction had ended, seeing the pain on your face when you knew he’d regretted losing control and kissing you. Feeling rejected and wanting to be nowhere near him. He kept replaying it in his mind, forcing a smile on despite it all so he could go tell Zara goodnight. When he went in, he saw Maria in those eyes. Zara was a smart little girl, the look on her face told him she knew he’d fucked up and she wasn’t afraid to tell him that he did. Sitting up in her bed with her arms crossed, she raised a brow as he sat beside her, forehead creased and looking more stressed than ever.

“Daddy, Y/N looked sad. What happened”? was the first thing she asked and he knew it best not to lie to her, she’d figure it out herself and then tell him her thoughts on it anyway. The challenges of raising a 7-year-old who was the reflection of you.

“I…You’re gonna judge me, sweetheart. C’mon, let’s get you to bed”. It hadn’t worked, he knew it didn’t and she scoffed, flicking his forehead. Her eyes squinting in that tell-tale way that let him know the little one was about to let him have it. Never be afraid to speak your mind, he’d told her. Another regret he’d had in his heart of hearts. Especially in moments like these.

“The red candy I gave her is on your lips, dad. You kissed her didn’t you”? She narrowed her eyes and crawled into his lap, nuzzling her face into his neck, “Did she not like it? I thought she liked you”. Had Zara known all along? Well, of course she did and she seemed alright with it. Observant. She’d always been.

“No, ah, that’s not it. I think she liked it but…I messed up, darling. I pulled away and she just and I…” Zara filled in the blanks and widened her eyes, she jumped up and whirled around, giving Nick whiplash.

“You have to fix this! Y/N looked really sad” She started and then looked back at him as if assessing him again, reading him. That was when she’d walked over to him and put her little hands on either side of his face, smiling sweetly.

“It’s okay to love again, Papa. Miss Y/N makes you really happy, I can tell”! Zara was really mature for her age and it spooked the hell out of Nick but the next words from her mouth reminded him she was still just a kid about to be 8 in a couple more months, “If you don’t fix this, I won’t have anyone to play princess tea party with and you’ll have to take her place. Tutu and all”.

A cute threat but a threat nonetheless and it gave Nick the push he needed to fix what he had fucked up. Thank God for sassy daughters and their love for princess tea parties.

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The next day had come and boy was it long. He was relieved to see you before work but you had simply been formal and ignored him and he was gonna fix this. After work.

When he got home that night, it was late and he’d come prepared with food and apologies. Seeing you sitting on the couch, waiting for his arrival, he took a deep breath before entering. You’d flinched a little, spooked by how quiet he’d entered but upon realizing it was him, you calmed, your demeanor changing from scared to calm but cold. Cold. Something he didn’t like to see from you directed at him.

“Oh, it’s you. Um, Zara’s asleep. Wanted to stay up until you got back but she tuckered out pretty quick”. The way you addressed him, your head held down was getting to him, he nodded slowly, Zara would be fine, he’d kiss her goodnight but right now he needed to take her advice and fix this, “I’ll get going! She was sweet, as always. Missed you though”. I did too, you thought but never voiced it. The fresh hurt of rejection still heavy on your mind. You were about to walk past when he caught your arm and pulled you back so you were standing in front of him, he made sure you could see his eyes, the sincerity in them as he spoke. Not missing nor loving the way you kept trying your best to avoid looking at them.

“Can we talk? About last night”. Nick started in, wasting no time. You were prepared, clutching your cross body really tight when looking up into his eyes, already watery and teary waiting for the official rejection. It was a mistake. It won’t happen again. You knew it was coming and then it didn’t.

“Look, I know what you’re going to say and I just, it’s fine y’know? We all make mista-” he cut you off by kissing you, this time was different than your first kiss, it was tender, full of love and genuine care. It was gentle, sweet, and it stole your breath away just as Nick had the first time you’d crossed paths. This time there was no pulling away, not until you both needed to breathe and when you did, he looked into your eyes and smiled, “Sit. Let me make this right”.

You sat.

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“Last night, it wasn’t a mistake nor was it me regretting the kiss or rejecting you in anyway but I was— I was scared, sweetheart. I just…I haven’t loved anyone in awhile since Maria and then with Zara I was scared she’d think I was replacing her mother which is funny since she’s the one who gave me the push I needed to admit my feelings for you”. He rambled on and on but you stopped him, caressing his cheek with your hand, soft and heavenly on his cheek. He leaned into your touch.

“You wouldn’t be replacing her, Nicholas. But you…you deserve to be happy. If you’re giving me the honour of loving you? I’ll gladly take it. You’re everything I want”.

Nick’s eyes must’ve watered, a tear must’ve fell because soon you were pressing a kiss to the tears away and waiting for him to answer. In that moment he was euphoric, falling in love with you each second passed and all he could really say was…

“Stay the night? Stay with me, Mi Amor. Please”?

He didn’t even have to ask, you’d stay with him for as long as he allowed you to, crawling into his lap and burying your face in his chest, both inhaling each other’s scent, calm and content. Zara watched from the staircase before sneaking back to her room, a smile clear on her face. He’d fixed it.

From candy kisses to princess tea parties and being read by a 7-year-old. It was all worth it because now he had you in his arms. The food was forgotten about, right now all the two of you could do was embrace each other.

Nick and Zara would be alright. They’d be alright with you in their lives.

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A/N: Guys it’s my 19th birthday today! I wrote this sweet tooth ass shit for it. Hope you guys like. I might do a follow up for this? Hell yea. It’s too cute not to. I reallyyyy like the whole Zara being able to read Nick like a book trope and I’ll continue to use it because it’s so true.

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POISONED MOTIVE.(Nick Amaro X Black Afab Reader)

Genre: Angst (main character injuries, guilt, and off screen character deaths.)??? Fluff/Smut.

Warnings; Dom!Nick, Sub!Reader, Rough rough rough, Oral (giving/receiving), intercourse, and then completely dorky fluff afterwards.

Synopsis: This episode unlocked my Amaro Kink, and I NEEDED to write about it. Whew. This episode is so sexy but spoilers ahead if you haven’t watched it!

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N: I’ve caught the writing bug once more so welcome to my blog, here i will be mostly writing for black afab svu fans but will also do other poc’s since there’s not a lot of representation out there, unfortunately.

You’d been there for less than a month, a new detective partnered up with the devastatingly handsome Nick Amaro, the two of you had butted heads frequently but everyone but you and Nick had realized the sexual tension and burning desire for another in the air; even Rollins could see it and anybody with eyes could tell she had been wanting to hook up with him for years. Maybe, she had but none of that mattered.

It was any other day in the office, you’d busted a huge prostitution ring and at the head of it was Rollins who’d led the thing, you had rolled your eyes as you heard Mrs. Chang going off at Amanda and justifying pimping out young girls because they were starving in China before she’d helped them. What a joke, those poor girls had left a life of struggle to enter a new one with sexual assault, pimps, and johns. What a great way to save them, right?

“We got patrol lined up to take Mother Teresa here to central booking”? Rollins had drawled sarcastically, making you giggle a little when Captain Cragen had stopped her in her tracks, you, Fin, and Amaro standing by her whilst he talked.

“Well, actually no. 1PP wants a show and tell with Mrs. Chang. Dragon Ladies sell papers”. He nodded towards the four of you. A perp walk, you hadn’t done one of those since the first week you’d worked there, a perp walk being basically a PR thing, getting the criminals faces out there as they hauled their evil asses to jail, “So, make sure the cars are washed, doors unlocked”. he finished, looking directly at Rollins.

“Perp walk? I left my tie at home” Fin quipped, and you smiled a little, snickering when Amaro pops in with a “Mm. I keep an extra one in my locker”. Fin laughed, “I’m sure you do”.

Nick gave that beautiful dimpled smirk of his, one you’d grown fond of since you’d been there. Cragen cut them off and looked over at Rollins once more, “Well, I wouldn’t worry about it. Spotlight is gonna be on Rollins, she was lead on the case”. you patted her back while she humbly replied, “It was a group effort” but you could see she was proud of herself and so were you. Olivia you walked into your little group and sighed, “The girls are talking, They’ll give statements”.

“Better fix yuh lipstick”, Fin smiled, leaving Olivia confused as you all walked off to collect your perps. Outside was a media frenzy, reporters asking questions with no answers in return, Rollins leading Chang out and you and the others, the rest. It was almost funny how it could all go so wrong so fast, you’d had your perp in cuffs, lightly pushing his head down so he could fit in the patrol car when you heard a pop and a frenzy of loud screams, your heart lurched in your chest when you’d turned around to see Amanda bleeding by the patrol car with Fin running to her, everyone got down and you went to help Fin and Rollins while Amaro and Benson ran to the roof to try to catch the suspect who was long gone by now.

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At first it was suspected that Mrs. Chang’s people had set this up, and then Rollin’s checkered past was called into question but Rollin’s had insisted it wasn’t because of her.

“We need to see your phone, We have to follow this up” Fin questioned his partner, worried this was because of her gambling debts, Rollin’s finally spoke, “Okay, Alright…I heard from Earl Talley. It’s this idiot friend of my sisters, who’s mad I shot Jeff. It’s hot air, I can take care of it myself”.

“Says the girl lying in the hospital with the hole in her shoulder”. Olivia looked at Rollin’s unconvinced and protective; They’d all been like family before you came and now they treated you the same way. Like a little sister, well, all except Amaro. He treated you…Let’s just say, a little different.

“Amanda, We got this”. Fin told her, forehead creased and off you guys went to follow a lead that most definitely had gone nowhere. Earl was an idiot and a junkie, for sure but there was no way he could’ve shot Rollin’s, or as Finn had put it, “Couldn’t shoot himself in the foot if he had a shotgun taped to his ankle”.

“At the time you were shot, surveillance cams caught him at the bodega buying mountain dew and donuts”. Amaro told her, creeping closer to her, he was concerned and also tough, maybe he had a little attitude when he spoke to Rollins, maybe he was suspicious it was because of her past but it was all out of love and care for the Detective. Everyone was worried.

“Told you he wasn’t the guy”. Amanda said matter of factly, rolling her eyes. Each of you gave off a tough but loving vibe, she knew all of you just cared for her. “Fin and I are headed upstate to talk to your brokies”. he continued but she’d cut him off, “No, you- I don’t see what’s in it for them. I mean they shoot me, I stop paying”.

“They didn’t kill you. It could’ve been a warning”. Fin offered, and Rollin’s sat up a little better, “Now, Mrs. Chang? It’s a big step from prostitution to cop killing. You know, okay. So, maybe this isn’t about me”. she tried to argue but Amaro wasn’t having it, “Alright, one shot from 100 yards away. What then? Hmm? Stray bullet”? he argued, “I don’t know”! she countered in frustration.

Bensons cell had rang while Amaro was in then middle of chastising Rollins, “Right, you don’t know”. he smiled smugly, eyes shooting up when Benson looked at you all in concern, “What”? he asked and Benson sighed, “Another sniper shooting. Same M.O. .45 caliber, FMJ”. all five of you looked at each other in shock before the four of you left Rollin’s room to investigate the new scene.

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After finding out the shooting had happened to Fin’s Supervisors son from when he was undercover in narcotics, tensions ran high. The spotlight suddenly off Amanda’s checkered past to Odafin’s and the man couldn’t have felt guiltier knowing he’d been the reason his partner got shot…but why? Lieutenants son had died and now it was clear the whole narcotics team was being targeted, including Fin’s old partner Luis. Fin hadn’t seen the man in years after Luis had taken a bullet for him by a big time drug pin named Escobar, he was supposed to die that night from a bullet to the back of the head but Luis was brave, took that shot, left on disability, and in Fin’s eyes? It was all because of him. The whole thing was made worse when he had to find out Luis’s wife had died when they went to question him and his daughter Gloria who just so happened to have army and police training. Along with missing the last parole hearing for Escobar? Fin was feeling absolutely horrible.

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That’s when you, Amaro, and Fin decided to pay Escobar a little visit in jail and Odafin was angrier than ever. There the three of you stood in front of the man who should’ve killed Fin all those years ago and he was as smug as ever, green jumpsuit and all. Made you wanna punch him.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t, Mr. Lucky. His partner…doesn’t tackle me, I would’ve blown off his head with my .38”. you were dumbfounded, Fin and Amaro too but before you could speak up, Amaro had done it for you, jaw clenched and looking even sexier than ever, walking right into Escobars face with his voice low, smokey, and distinctly Cuban. You had to remember what you were there for but your eyes never drifted from Amaro’s figure.

“You realllly think bragging to cops about shooting cops is a good idea”? Amaro glared and Escobar as smug as ever replied with a cool and calm, “What are you gonna do? Send me to prison”? and you could just tell that Escobar was pissing Amaro off to the deepest degree. Escobar turned his attention back to Fin and spoke up, “I heard your new partner got shot in the front of the precinct”. he smirked a little.

“What do you know about my partner”? Fin asked, eyebrows furrowed, you stood by ready to pounce if Escobar so much as tried either Fin or Amaro in front of you, the corrections officer standing by in case things got rowdy as well, “The blondie? What I saw on tv. She looked real pretty…bleeding in your arms”. Escobar was a cocky son of a bitch and Odafin had had enough, stepping right into his face and damn near yelling, the CO wanted to step in but you and Amaro were quick, moving him out of the way.

“IF I FIND OUT YOU SHOT HER, I’LL KILL YOU IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE YARD! YOU THINK THIS CO’S GONNA STOP ME”? Fin bellowed and Escobar seemed to laugh, for a moment at least, anyway. “I been here 15 years. Who do you think they work for”? and that’s when he did it, Amaro had you impossibly tightly in his clutch with the next words that came from his lips, deep, threatening, and in a way, erotic. Too erotic. You had almost squeezed your thighs shut.

“Oye, Amigo. We’re going through your visitors, your friends, your family. We’re gonna be up inside you so deep…You won’t be able to walk straight”. it rolled off his tongue so nonchalantly, his jaw set, body exuding power, even Escobar himself was at a loss for words. You and Fin stood back for a moment before Amaro straightened himself up and still with that same anger and aggression in his voice looked at the CO’s and deeply let out a powerful, “Door”. before walking off, you and Fin following behind. You were hoping so deeply that you’d covered up your arousal and attraction well but you were never a lucky person.

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After that night Fin and Amaro went to follow up on Escobar, turns out he turned out a nurse, got her pregnant. Benson wanted to go check up on that but the nurse lied and had apparently been handling business for Escobar and after a failed ‘Gun planting’ on one of Escobar’s ex-men, Pearlie. Who was insanely terrified of Escobar. You, Fin, and Amaro were back and ready to force Escobar to give up his shooter. If only it were that easy.

You kept an eye out, making sure no one interrupted while Fin and Amaro went in on the guy, andddd got a little more eye candy while you were at it. Nick Amaro’s aggression would never not be insanely sexy to you, “Who’s the shooter”? Fin asked, punching Escobar in the balls while Nick held him in a chokehold, “Nobody I know, man” Escobar insisted, grunting in pain when Fin punched him again and he doubled over asking again, “Who’s. The. Shooter”?

“Your partners crazy, man” Escobar told Amaro before he got hit again, “You’re gonna go down for this, man”! Escobar grunted out, now almost falling to the floor, Nick wasn’t phased in the slightest, letting out a smooth, “Yeah? You’re scaring me”. you were probably enjoying this a little too much but since Fin was like a father figure to you and you admired the man, knowing this prick almost killed him all those years ago? You wouldn’t shed a tear if he died right then and there.

“Pick his punk ass up”! Fin told Amaro and Amaro lifted him with a clenched, “Come on”.

“You love your son”? Fin asked Escobar, “You LOVE your SON”? he asked again when Escobar didn’t answer quickly enough, “You touch my boy. I swear to GOD, I’ll kill you”. Escobar finally said and Fin brought out a scooper, “I’m about to take this…” he started while Amaro held Escobar close, “And dig your eyeballs out of your head. You will never see your boy again”.

“Just do it”. Amaro tells Fin and forces his eyes open, while Escobar pleads for them not to, all three you turning at the sound of the buzzer and the cell opening, “Noah, we just need a few more minutes. Amaro said but Noah had some very valuable information, something that had you, Fin, AND Escobar shocked the minute it left his mouth.

“Yeah, well. I got some news”.

“WHAT”!? Fin asked, impatient to get back to his ‘gentle’ questioning.

“The nurse? One he knocked up? She just got shot.”

“Ana”? Escobar asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

“Yeah. She’s dead. One shot, straight through the head”. was all Noah had to say before Escobar fell to his knees in anguish, “No, man”. Amaro finally let him go, shocked into silence while the news settled in for the four of you, “NO, MAN! That’s all I got man…That’s all I got. All I got…Please, Lord”. Escobar sobbed, ruling him out immediately. There was no way he would get his girl killed especially not while she was with their son.

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After that the case got a little more complicated, the gun used was a Les Baer Prowler pistol, something Amaro and Fin had asked Luis about, learning it was last used in a Brighton Beach gang shooting in “97. Luis had seemed a little fidgety about the pistol telling them about Escobar warring with two gangs, and talking about the Unkranian under covers he worked with but still seeming as if he’d had something to hide, one gang was completely gone and the other was still on top in moscow doing good so when Amaro suggested Luis might know more by the way he’d clammed up about the gun from the hit; Fin went in for the kill.

That led up to Luis falsely confessing to shooting Rollins, The Lieutenants son, and Ana when Rollins knew it couldn’t have been Luis because of his disability. He wasn’t fast enough, nor strong enough to shoot from a roof and get off there before he could be caught; It all boiled down to one person, Gloria. His 25 year old daughter who had lost it all that day her father got shot, it was unbelievable to Fin but when they’d found out she was both let out of the Army and discharged from the Academy on a psych eval. It all made sense. Made even more sense when they’d found Gloria’s burned car with the corpse of a traffic enforcement agent by the name of Yolanda Brooks. A full on manhunt was initiated and Luis was forced to face his worst fear. His daughter actually being a killer.

Getting a hit on the hospital Gloria’s mother had passed away in, the team rushed out. Gloria was army and police trained and out for revenge.

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When they’d gotten there they heard her voice but it was too late, Gloria was on a mission. To make EVERYONE who hurt her family…pay.

“My name is Gloria Christina Montero”.

The computer spoke while everyone watched, Gloria was on screen telling her story, her motive and the time was ticking.

“I consider myself a good person, a loving daughter, and a responsible citizen. The actions I have taken are a last resort to address the unconscionable mistreatment that my family has suffered at the hands of the NYPD and other bureaucracies”.

“In October of 1998, my father, Detective Luis Rafa Montero, was shot multiple times during an undercover operation”

“Drug lord Benito Escobar was about to assassinate Detective Odafin Tutuola, when my father heroically threw himself on the weapon and saved his partner's life”.

“My father was given a disability retirement, but he never recovered. He fell into a depression and began drinking. In the spring of 2007, my mother was diagnosed with stage two breast cancer”.

“When I asked the army for time off to deal with my mother's declining health, they told me that due to my "inability to perform my duties" I would be offered a general discharge”.

“To help cover the cost of my mother's medical bills, my father took a security job. His former lieutenant, Toni Anne Howard, upon discovering this, informed on him to the department, who then terminated his disability benefits. As a result, we could not afford medical treatments that would have saved my mother's life. Eventually, we lost our home, as well. She passed away, in this room, in physical pain and emotional distress, in August of 2012”.

“A month later, I entered the police academy. I was, however, still depressed over my mother's death and my father's decline. The academy, rather than offer help, expelled me without due process. All of you who have destroyed my life will soon know what it is like to lose a loved one”.

“I have police and military training. I know your tactics. Do not try to stop me”.

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“Put the gun down, Gloria”. Fin told her when he entered the house.

“Good idea. Wait, Let me shoot them first”. She pointed the gun at the little boy and his mother.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't shoot them, okay? If you're gonna shoot anybody, shoot me”.

“Oh, I will”. He let out a breath of relief when the gun was finally on him instead.

“Go ahead. Get it over with, I’m the one that deserves it”.

“You feeling guilty? You sound like you want me to shoot you”.

Fin had nothing but guilt on his mind and when he finally had to face Gloria, he was nothing but gentle, he knew the pain she was in and if he had to finally take that bullet he would, It took half an hour but he finally talked her down, although she was scared. No longer ready to kill Fin but herself and the family she held hostage. ESU and NYPD rushed in when the gun had discharged and Fin told them not to shoot, walking her out before apologizing to Luis and walking away from this, guilt on the brain but unharmed.

“Come on, just put the gun down. Give it to me. I don’t wanna let them kill you. I’ll be your bodyguard”. The little boy had sobbed while Fin talked her down.

“N-no, they’ll take you out too. I’m not getting out of here alive…and neither are they”.

Gloria pointed the gun at the mother and son before Fin tackled her and the gun discharged, sobs broken in her throat. A daughter who only wanted justice for her father.

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After such a long and tough case, you just wanted to get home. Go to bed. Fin was let off for as long as he needed and you were a bit weary yourself, you couldn’t imagine the pain Gloria had gone through for it to come to this point. The team was gonna go out for drinks but you just wanted to shower, change, and get to your loving bed. However, someone else needed to talk to you. More than talk.

It seemed silly to keep a stash of pajamas in your locker but it worked for you when you just needed to put something casual on so when you got home you could simply pass out. Tonight was no different but someone had finally taken notice of your outfit. Well, closer attention and he had to admit, he liked what he saw.

(her outfit)

“So, I take it you’re not going out tonight for drinks”? Amaro’s voice rang out and you nearly jumped out of your skin, turning around to face him with a frantic look in your eyes. He smiled a tad and you calmed down slightly; The rest of the team had already left and you’d thought you were the only one there.

“Nah, This case was draining. Right now, all I need is my bed. Fuck, you scared me, Nicholas”. You held your chest for a moment but smiled a little, missing the way Nick’s eyes darkened slightly when you called him his actual name. He’d hated when others called him that, due to his failure of a father but coming from you…Sounded like fucking honey. He wondered what it would sound like choked up in a moan.

“I’m sorry, Querida. I didn’t mean to spook you, I was just- Uh…I’ll be honest. I wanna sleep too but uh, Im not sure I wanna be alone tonight”. He whispered, becoming a little nervous and bashful, your eyes shot up to his in surprise before breaking into a grin, “I could actually use some company tonight too, Nicky. Just need to be held to get over all of…well…This”. you gestured around, smiling tiredly. His eyes softened a little as his eyes raked over your figure, tense and tired and in need of a good damn nap.

“C’mon. You’re staying the night at mines, Encantadora”. Nick went over to your throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, smiling to himself when he smells the jasmine shampoo you used for your 4C curls. God, you were an addiction for the man.

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When you got to his house, It was late and the two of you immediately fell into bed, cuddling one another into sleep. However, You’d gotten hot during the night and woke up briefly to change into Nick’s discarded shirt before crawling back into his arms and falling back into a deep, dreamless, and very much needed sleep.

The next morning when Nick woke up and saw you in his shirt, wrapped up in his arms like his very own Angel, he admired your features a little more before gently removing himself from under you to take a shower and get started on breakfast before you woke up.

You awoke to a stomach grumbling and the delicious smell of bacon and what you recognized as an omelette and coffee. Stretching, you get out of bed and decide to surprise Amaro but instead, he’d surprised you. There stuck on the very last step, you’d frozen on the spot. He was gorgeous. Simply perfect. There stood Nicholas Amaro, shirtless only wearing sweats and plating bacon, omelettes, fresh fruit, and two mug fulls of coffee. You were sure he knew how you took it too. Always had gotten it right since the beginning, he’d remembered even throughout the times you’d butt heads, always apologizing with the perfect coffee order and your favorite cookies, even when you were the one in the wrong.

“You gonna just stand there and stare, Darlin”? Nick’s deep voice, rang out and you rolled your eyes, moving to sit on the island. He turned around and got a surprise of his own, the way his eyes raked over your figure made you shudder. He moved his eyes back up to yours and smirked, “God, Y/N. You look…Gorgeous”. you were glad your mocha skin had covered up your blush, or so you thought. It was time for your own smirk to surface on your face.

“You flirting with me, Detective”? You asked, putting a strawberry in your mouth and a little flutter of your eyelashes, “So, you make me this good ass looking breakfast while shirtless in only sweats, looking at me like that and you have the audacity to hit on me while doing so? You’ve got some nerve, Nicholas”. You giggled, finishing your strawberry, not realizing the way his eyes darkened or the way he stalked towards you. His eyes linger to your thighs, your lips, and your eyes before making his move.

“I have the nerve? The audacity? Oh, babygirl…” He grinned, nearing you, his arms caging you in. His voice was husky, somehow going deeper, lower as he looked into your eyes, “You have the nerve, Mi Diosa. You don’t think I noticed those pretty little brown eyes staring at me? Dark and low? Those perfect pouty plump lips being chewed on everytime I said something? You…pretending to be focusing on the suspect while staring at me? Aye, muñeca. You underestimate just how much of my attention is on you 24/7”. he voice had dropped several octaves, raspy with desire and lust.

“W-what do you mean”? You asked, knowing exactly what he meant but it was still settling in that you had, had such an affect on him. He chuckled, he fucking chuckled, that deep, raspy chuckle.

“Oh? What, you got jokes, huh? C’mere, Mujer”. he practically growled, picking you up with with ease and taking you to his bedroom, this time you clashed to bed, lips smashing against each other’s with passion, all teeth, tongue, and fire. You moaned into his mouth and it took all Nicks power to restrain himself from fucking you right then and there; When you pulled away, you were both breathless and the next words from your lips almost made him cum then and there.

“My mouth, Nicholas. Fuck, Please fuck my mouth”.

He pulls down his sweats and smiles at you, love in that dark filled gaze, “C’mere, Pet. Come take my cock. Been wanting to fill that slutty fucking throat of yours”.

You didn’t need to be told twice, crawling over to him with nothing but his cock on your mind, when you looked up at him through your lashes, Nicholas was losing his cool, you were so damn sexy without even having to try to be, your kissed the head of his cock gently before wrapping your lips around the tip, the salty yet distinctness of his precum and you moaned in satisfaction the moment it touched your tongue, he groaned silently, looking down at you, wanting to memorize this moment for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, You’re so perfect”. He whispered, thrusting into your mouth, at first it was slow and sensual but when you started exploring his cock, swirling your tongue around him and just being the sexiest thing around, his speed increased dangerously, especially when he looked down and saw you rutting against the air, grinding to feel friction that wouldn’t come until he allowed it. How perfect. Finally in his clutches. You looked up into his eyes and he growled, you knew how addictive you were to him and that looking at him like that would bring feral urges to the surface and you didn’t care. You wanted it. Defiant bitch.

Drool and pre-cum shined on your lips and Nicholas was in Heaven, it was a particularly hard thrust that had made you gag slightly and that’s when he let go, hearing you gag on his cock. He came instantly. When you pulled away, releasing him with a pop and wiping your mouth, “Oye, papito, no sabes cuánto tiempo he querido eso”. that was enough for Amaro, he pinned you down and ground his hips against.

“See what you do to me, Mi Vida”? he whispered gruffly into your ears and you whimpered, feeling his hard-on against your bare thigh and hearing him call you his life was so erotic yet loving, you pulled him closer, whispering back, “Fuck me until I cry, Nicholas”, the thickness of your french accent when you said his name made him groan, he lined up with your entrance and pushed in roughly, not needing any lube because you were already so wet from sucking him off alone.

“God, baby. You know how long I’ve been waiting to feel you? I fell in love with you the moment you walked in that precinct, all bright eyed and perfect. Perfect, so flawless” He was in a daze, you moaned beneath him as rolled his hips expertly into you, eliciting the most delicious sounds he’d ever heard. No one compared to you, not Rollins, not Maria. It was like you were made for him. Made. For. HIM.

“Look at me, Dieu. Fuck me like you own me, Nicholas Amaro”. The way you’d rolled your R’s on Amaro made his pace pick up, fucking into you relentlessly, drinking in every moan that spilt from your lips. It wasn’t long before the pressure built up and you could feel your high approaching, clenching around him tightly which only made him grunt and stutter a bit from how good you felt on his cock, suddenly you were repeating his name, yelling as you told him you were about to cum.

“Cum, Mi Vida. Cum on my fucking cock” he growled, drilling into you faster, the coil in your stomach untightened and suddenly a mantra of his name fell onto your tongue, your orgasm hitting you like a frieght train. The moment Amaro saw the pleasure on your face and the repeated screams of his name, it sent him into overdrive, and although he wanted nothing more to cum inside you, he pulled out just before he did, cumming all over your cunt and stomach.

When you calmed down, you smiled at him, a glint in your eyes, “Shower”?

He smirked at your insatiableness and nodded, biting down on his lower lip, “Get your pretty ass in that shower, Querida”.

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After a well needed break from work, the two of you walking into the precinct hand in hand brought about whoops and hollers and the team going, “FINALLY” one after another. Amaro couldn’t care less about the teasing, he’d finally got the woman of his dreams and he was happy. Zara and Gil adored you and he was simply on cloud nine. The second he got a moment alone with you, he smiled from ear to ear.

“Aht, Aht. Detective, we’re on the job. You’ll get some later” You chastised him, even though you knew if he wanted something you’d give in easily. He just kept that dorky ear to ear smile on before you realized he was holding something over your head…A mistletoe?

“Nicholas, It’s not even December yet. What are you doing”? you asked, giggling softly, he pulled you closer by the waist and held you tightly against him.

“Just indulge me, okay? I’m a fucking kid in a candy store. Give me my damn kiss, Mujero”.

And you? Well you happily obliged, pressing your lips to his sweetly, the same butterflies from your first night with him in your stomach then and there, alive and well.

“I love you, Ma Reine De Beauté” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you more, Nicholas Amaro”. you smiled, letting him kiss your forehead before you headed back into the precinct with matching ear to ear smiles on your faces.

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A/N: EEEEEEEK SO EXCITED TO SHARE MY FIRST EVER NICK AMARO ONESHOT! THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT IT WAS ALL WORTH IT. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!! -heaven ♡︎.

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That Girl Is Mine. (Sonny Carisi x Black Fem!Reader Ft. Rafael Barba)

Genre: A Teaspoon Of Angst/Fluff.

Warning: Possessive Dom, Dad Figure Odafin, Light Asshole Barba, Mentions of Rape, SVU stuff, Smutty No Full Smut.

Synopsis: Barba takes a little too much of a liking to Sonny’s girl.

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

There was one thing you just didn’t fuck around with; Sonny’s woman. Y/n Y/ln was Sonny’s the moment she transferred to the precinct, second she walked in Benson and Rollin’s could see him sit up straighter, stumbling over his words trying to talk to her.

You were a plus sized curvaceous woman, a red lochead with a skintone like a starless night, average height but still shorter than Sonny, two sweet dimples poking in each cheek, and a gap between your teeth that never stopped you from smiling big. It was a wonder he’d gotten to you before someone else— Lord knows how shy Sonny is. It took him a year to even work up the courage.

Now that you were Sonny’s, ain’t nothing was gonna change that. You were his. He was yours. End of discussion. But… You were alluring, the sexiest woman Sonny had ever laid eyes on, charming with a sharp tongue, it wasn’t shocking to Sonny that other people may have admired you— As long as they didn’t cross any lines. He was a jealous, protective individual but he could be rational until in the face of blatant disrespect; Namely, ADA Barba Rafael.

“Eh, Counselor. So, whaddya think? Grounds for a warrant”? Carisi crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, everyone gathered around in the precinct, a whiteboard with suspects and victims on the front. You stood next to him, your head leaned on his shoulder, hoping this was enough to get an arrest warrant.

“All 4 kids are strangers? No connections”?

“Yup. And they all identified David Martin as the assailant that molested them in the backroom of his bodega with the red dog and jesus statue”. You confirmed, crossing the room to the board, feeling Sonny’s eyes burn a hole through you; Proud. He was always insanely proud of you and loved to see you work.

Barba contemplated for a moment, and then he sighed— “How fast do you need it”? he asked, that familiar ‘yeah, i’m that bitch that can get you what you need’ smirk on his face. It thrilled you all each time.

“Now would be nice” Benson replies to which Barba smiles, nodding softly. Benson turns to Rollins and Fin, “Go pick him up”.

After they’d gone, that left you, Barba, and Sonny. Benson went back to her office to call Chief. You and Sonny were to prepare for the perps arrival since Olivia was clear on it being the two of you to lead the interrogation being the two most warm personalities on the team, “Whadda we have on David”? you asked, sitting on the table, scrolling through David’s file.

“24. Inherited his rents family bodega and works beside them in it, lives back home with said rents��Oh…” His eyes lit up at the arrest info, smirking at you and Raf.

“Sexual misconduct. He was a tutor outside of being a college student, 8 year old girl told her mutha he’d been playing other games with her outside of tutoring like—” He sucked in his teeth when he said it, “Mommy and daddy”.

You groaned; This never got easier. These scumbags never failed to disgust you, sending anger to the very pit of your stomach, “Grade A Douchebag, got it”. You rolled your eyes, facepalming. Rafa laughed, patting your shoulder.

“Well, we’ve got no reason to worry. I’ve got complete faith you’ll get this guy to confess like you always do, Mi Amor. It’s your talent”.

Sonny’s eyebrows rose, suddenly watching the two of you intently, clearing his throat. “C’mon, Doll. Cap wants us at the interrogation room”. He grabbed your arm, relieved when your attention finally went back to him, grabbing your tablet and following behind him energized and ready to dig into the scum. Rafa happily watched you walk away before following.

Of course Rafael loved Sonny, he loved everyone on the team even when they butted heads but you; You had a hold on Rafael, reminding him of an old love. Maybe it was only infatuation what he felt for you but he couldn’t hide his attraction. He only hoped he could back off for fear of losing two of his closest, oldest friends, scared out of his mind that either of you would catch on and shun him. His hand shook a little at the thought watching the two of you disappear into the interrogation room, chewing roughly on his lip; A habit he’d mostly gotten rid of before this whole debacle had started it back up.

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“Barba likes ya”.

That was the first thing Sonny had said the entire time you were in the car on your way home. You could see his hand gripping the steering wheel, making his arm flex. It was a statement you’d like to refute, argue against but deep within your soul you knew Sonny was right and it would have to be nipped in the bud soon because truly; You were only in love with Dominick.

“Maybe it’s just a small crush he’ll get over” You mumbled, not believing your own words nor wanting to risk upsetting Sonny further; His shoulders relaxed, a sigh on his tongue. He was only worried, you knew. Sonny was packed full of insecurity although he was the best that ever happened to you.

“Ya right, Sweetheart. It’s just— Raf’s one of my close friends. Kinda like, uh, uh, a bee sting in da ass”

You snickered, sitting up in your seat and looking over at your boyfriend. “A bee sting in the ass? That’s a new one fa me”.— Leaning over, you kiss his cheek, smiling brightly when your driveway came into view. Home sweet home.

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you and sonny’s outfit:

The next time you and Sonny saw Rafa was outside of work after the David Martin trial. No surprise that you and Sonny got him to confess, it all unraveled from there. You and Sonny wanted to have a dinner with the team and as the ADA who got the guilty verdict, of course Rafael was invited. You both still had mad love for him and that wouldn’t ever change.

Benson volunteered her house since you and Carisi were currently renovating.

“Uh, man do you ever dress in something other than a sweater vest”? Fin questioned, helping him, Kat, and Amanda grab the drinks. You chuckled, Sonny did love his sweater vests but they looked amazing on him so you definitely weren’t complaining. Not one bit. The rolled up sleeves were the cherry on top.

“I was always taught to dress like a gentleman” Risi winked, earning a snort from you and Amanda.

“That, and the fact Y/n can’t stop drooling when you wear em” Rollins teased, making you blush like a maniac which Sonny took notice to and adored, his lips curling into an amused smile.

Rafael’s smiled seemed to drop a bit at the conversation, but again, he knew he could never move in on you, he was still a close friend to the two of you and he valued all of you. However, his heart still clenched knowing in your eyes— He was only a friend.

“I can’t help it. Do you see him, Manda? He looks like a delectable italian meal. All for me”. You met eyes with Sonny, emphasizing the last three words possessively, your eyes hiding a darker meaning behind them; Sonny licked his lips, his eyes meeting with Rafael’s, a simple nod would suffice.

“So, ladies and gents I think we should make a toast for our lead detective on this case. Miss Y/LN, wanna take a bow”? Olivia speaks up, everyone stood in front of their chairs, holding up glasses of wine; You were a blushing mess with the spotlight on you, a peculiar fact about you given the occupation you’d chosen especially when the spotlight was always on you, SVU, and the entire NYPD as a whole.

Although all eyes were on you, there were two pairs trained in on your every move specifically; Enthralled by you just simply existing. “Well, I can’t take all the credit. Not when Son was here every step of the way being the amazing partner he is”. You leaned into Sonny, rolling your eyes when everyone started cooing— Well, everyone but Barba that is.

“And also…ADA Barba. You did your damn thing as always”. You winked at Rafa, friendly yet it made his heart leap for joy; As if he’d just made it atop Mount Everest. He still wasn’t sure if this was love but he knew he’d do anything to continue seeing you turn that beautiful smile in his direction. Carisi’s jaw clenched just a bit, not because of you talking about Barba but because of the familiar twinkle in Rafael’s eyes when you looked his way— A look Carisi knew well because it’s the same one he’d had when he’d first fallen head over heels for you.

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“Sonny’s out sick so I’m partnered with Y/N. We’re chasing our suspect and I completely fall on my ass, meanwhile Y/LN over here is running like fucking sonic the hedgehog. Didn’t slip not once, did this dramatic ass flip right onto the douchebag while I’m still trying to stop the burning in my ass” Rollin’s tells a story from your very first days at SVU, before you and Sonny were anything more than bestfriends; Laughter erupts throughout the table while you groaned.

“I was the rookie, had to show my skills off. Best believe I felt that flip in my back the next day”. Rolling your eyes, Rollins loved telling that story. You used to do some crazy ass shit back in the earlier days; Even now you were still pulling the craziest stunts that left Sonny’s heart racing with concern.

“And yet yuh still up ta no good even today”. Sonny glared at you, a playfulness behind it but you knew he was serious— You’d given that man every grey hair he’d earned on the job. You felt another glare on you, however; Your eyes met Rafael’s, he shifted in his seat uncomfortably before his eyes moved from you to Sonny. It was a tender thing, love was. In this situation there would be a difficult choice for all parties. You and Sonny could handle this in only so many ways, finally sit Rafa down and tell it like it is, ignore it altogether and watch him hurt himself trying, or…break off the friendship for the blatant disrespect.

—Rafa’s POV

Y/N looked gorgeous, before I knew it I was outwardly staring at her while she chatted with the table, admiring every freckle and dimple on her face along with the small gap shown each time she smiled or giggled— Sigh. I was really walking a thin line; Looking at Dominick, I saw a lifelong friend who’d been there for me through some of the darkest points in my life. Helping me through tough cases and being there when I fell with my back against a nearby wall, sobs wracking through my body; Yet here I am…in love with his girlfriend and no doubt future wife. Estoy tan jodido.

I was quiet the entire time, couldn’t find it in me to be chatty. I’d probably just blurt out my love for the woman in front of me if I did. After her eyes met mine for a fraction of a second at the table, she got up from the table and made her way to the balcony; I don’t know why, and I know I shouldn’t have but…I followed her.

Dios estoy tan jodido. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this.

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—Sonny’s POV

I was no dummy, the moment I saw Rafael follow my woman out to that fucking balcony, I was seethin’. Mama raised a gentleman, and Rafa was a friend but if he was thinkin’ of doin what I thought he was; I was gonna blow my lid. So much for friendship.

“Ah, Sonny? You alright”? Kat spoke up, I guess I’d zoned out because the entire table was looking at me as if waiting for my next move. I wonder if they could see the bullshit that was happening— I felt betrayed, not only that, but I knew Y/N was uncomfortable with this situation, she’d told me many a night and it took everything within me not to go confront Rafael myself.

“I’m good, yeah”.

Rollins and Benson looked at each other before Benson sighed and nodded her head towards the balcony, “I’d go nip this in a bud if I were you”.

Licking my lips, I nodded. It was time to put a stop this. I’m sorry Rafael, I love ya like a brother but Non lo sopporterò.

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“It’s pretty out here, isn’t it”? Barba snuck up behind you while you watched the stars; Poor thing, you even flinched a bit. You were hoping it would’ve been Sonny who joined you on that balcony— A hidden grimace when you’d realized it was Rafael of all people. The man you wanted most to avoid. How he could even think of doing this to Dominick was insane to you. That was his longtime friend, he’d known him even longer than he’d known you and yet here he was willing to risk everything; Even you. The woman he claimed to love.

“It is. I was just going back in, though. It’s a bit chilly”. You stood there awkwardly, watching Rafael’s body language. He was about to confess, you could tell and you weren’t ready for it— You needed Sonny, but knowing him? He was already on his way and about to blow up on Barba any second.

“No, wait a second, Querida. Please”. He reached out, catching your arm in his hand. You looked at it, contemplating your next move.

Well, you stopped, which was a mistake in and of itself. The first thing Sonny saw was you wiping your lips and storming past Barba to the front door with angry tears rolling down your cheeks and Rafa stood with a red handprint on his cheek, looking guilty and apologetic— Anger filled throughout Dominick but his main concern lied with you at the moment. He’d deal with Barba later.

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“What’d he do, Sweetheart”? Dom’s voice was thick with gruff, his sleeves rolled up. He’d taken you home after informing Benson and the team, shooting a glare to Rafael as he told them that you “suddenly” didn’t feel so well. The room fell silent, and eyes moved to Barba before Benson and the rest came to see you two out; Odafin hugged you particularly tight that night, you were like his daughter, best believe he rained down hellfire on Barba after the two of you left.

“He kissed me”. You spoke weakly, afraid that Sonny would blame you, blow up at you; With a past filled with abusive relationships, it’s what you were used to. You nearly flinched when you saw how angry your words made Carisi— He was angry but not at you, never at you. He was angry that Barba would disrespect your boundaries and kiss you without your full consent, he was angry that his friend would kiss his future wife without any shame. The disrespect left Dominick speechless. His eyes, however, softened when he saw how afraid you looked, rushing to your side and pulling you into his embrace “I’ll fix this, Doll. I’m not mad at ya, I’m mad at Barba”. he was worried when you didn’t say anything, continuing to hold you to his chest nonetheless.

“Did y’know your accent gets thicker when you’re angry”? You mumbled, pulling away from his chest, a small smile on your face as you wiped your tears; Sonny chuckled, he knew his woman well. You were strong. He was still gonna light Barba’s ass on fire but you were strong. He’d tell anyone he ever met the same thing.

“You’ve told me once or twice. C’mere. Let’s get you into a bath, darlin’. Go get some sleepwear while I run the water, okay”? He pressed a kiss to your forehead and disappeared to the bathroom with his phone in hand, he hadn’t forgotten what Barba done; As Carisi said himself. Revenge was one of an Italian’s major food groups. While he waited for the bubble bath to fill up, he shot a text to Rafael.

“Ya fucked up, Barba. Meet me tomorrow at 7. Y/N doesn’t need to know.”

With that he turned his phone off, ready to focus on you and only you for the rest of the night. When he turned to see you, his smile could get no bigger. You were his calm in the middle of every storm, when he was tense, frustrated, angry, sad, etc— You were there to remind him he was human, one deserving of love and right now? You both needed each other, more than ever.

Sonny beckons you over with a finger, sighing when you’re finally in front of him, “Lift”. he instructed softly, removing your bra before helping you remove your underwear, when he was about to leave and let you relax, you grabbed his arm shaking your head.

“You don’t think I know you better than I know myself, Dom? You’ve had a rough night— No, a rough couple weeks dealing with your friends betrayal as well. Come bathe with me…We can make each other feel better”.

Man, he loved you more than anything in this world.

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The next day Sonny awoke early, careful not to wake ya when he did, ready to confront Barba since the two of you were off today— Told to take the rest of the week off by Benson after the whole thing with Barba went down. Carisi was at first not sure that Rafael would even show up while he pulled on a simple white tee and some grey sweats; Maybe Barba really didn’t have any shame and gave zero fucks but this wouldn’t go for Sonny, not when he’d made his woman cry last night running out of Olivia’s house uncomfortable and enraged by someone she thought she could call a friend, a longtime one at that. He was just starting to debate leaving you at home when a text came through his phone, Barba, Rafael flashing across the screen. Usually Dominick loved getting a text from his friend, but now seeing his name left a sour taste in his mouth. He was hesitant when he picked up the phone, hoping Barba wasn’t argumentative— He was an ADA though, arguing was literally his job but protecting you? That was Sonny’s job. His purpose.

Barba, Rafael; Starbucks. 7. I’m already here.

Carisi stared at the message for a bit, taking a deep breath, he looked at you sleeping peacefully and put his phone in his pocket remembering just what he was doing this for. Who he was doing this for, and that gave the fairly non-confrontational man the push he needed to possibly go and break off an 8-year-long friendship. Walking back over to you, he leans down and kisses your forehead, “I’m gunna protect ya, Bambi. I swear ta ya”.

—

Walking into the Starbucks was nerve wracking, Sonny used to think of Rafael as a brother and to have him betray their brotherhood like this was insanely hurtful— Sonny is a sensitive, affectionate, and loving person. Hell, he’d shed a tear or two when Amaro came back after all these years. After this altercation with Rafa, he’d definitely come home to you and melt into your embrace, maybe finally let out the emotions he’d been holding in since this whole thing started. Looking around, his eyes meet Rafael’s and he smirked, he smirked at Sonny and that smirk seemed anything but friendly given the situation. Deep breaths, Sonny. This is your woman we’re defending here.

And so, he walked over to the booth and took a seat.

“What were you thinking, Barba”? That was the question that had plagued him since Barba kissed you that night without asking if you were okay with it; In their line of work, they couldn’t afford to do anything without consent. Seeing so many cases where consent wasn’t in the perps vocabulary, Barba should’ve known better.

“I was thinking, I love her, I need her” Barba responded coolly as if he didn’t care that Y/N had run from him crying after slapping the fuck out of him for even thinking she’d be okay with him kissing her. Dom scoffed, looking at the man as if he’d grown two heads.

“And Y/N, uh, she said she was fine with this”? Sonny raised an eyebrow, leaning across the table— Anger was painted on the Italian’s face, his voice low but threatening depending on Rafael’s next words. Barba’s face noticeably dropped at this which made Sonny snort a little.

“Tell me Raf, What’s her favorite food? Hm? Her favorite book? Movie? What’s her biggest insecurity? Go on, tell me”.

Rafael looked stumped, a deer caught in headlights, “I-I wasn’t thinking”. was all he could say, Carisi nearly laughed, a laugh that would sound bitter, humorless, ANGRY.

“Yeah, ya weren’t thinking, were ya? Yuh claim to love her and yet yuh’know nothing about my woman. Y-you kiss her without her explicit permission for yuh own selfish reasons when ya can’t even tell me the basics…Tell me, Raffy. What’s Y/N’s favorite color? Take a wilddddd fuckin’ guess”, Dominick was erratic at this point, his mouth dry and forehead creased, and yet Rafael still looked unashamed.

“It’s purple. And don’t you dare do that to me, Sonny. I would never hurt her, me entiendes? Huh”!?

That’s when it came out, that bubbling angry laughter Dominick had been holding in since they’d started talking; His sparkling blue eyes trained in on Rafael’s threatening and unwavering, “Her favorite color? It’s Brown. That was a fairly easy one too, Raf. Everyone who knows her knows it, she wears it more than any color. Our home is decorated with mostly brown, hell our fucking walls are brown, Barba. That tells me all I need ta know about yuh little crush”.

Rafael looked taken aback, but Sonny wasn’t done yet— Oh no, he was gonna let Rafael have it.

“We’ve been friends for what? 8 years? And you’ve known Y/N fa 4 years now, Raf. This is an extreme disrespect I won’t stand for any longer. To not only betray me as a friend and brother but ta cross boundaries with my woman yuh claim to love and make her so uncomfortable she runs out crying afta slapping you? That was fucking low, Rafael. So, here’s what’s gonna happen now”.

He stood up, gripping Rafael’s shoulder tightly and leaning down to whisper in his ear, his accent significantly thicker than when he first arrived, voice 3 octaves lower than before, “Until ya can learn basic respect and come to terms with the fact she’ll never love ya— Which I don’t even think ya love her in the first place… I don’t want you near us unless it’s fa work, when you can be a grown man and keep yuh hands to yourself? Respect Y/N and I’s boundaries? We can sit down and talk. Until then? Our relationship is strictly professional. Capisce”?

Before Rafael could even answer Dominick’s longer legs had taken him to the door in 3 short strides, he looked back at Rafael with one last “I’m not fucking playing” stare down before leaving to go home to his woman. His lady.

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When he got home, he was relieved to be there, ridding himself of his shirt before gladly joining your sleeping figure back in bed to rest some more and to hold you. He needed to hold you, to feel you safely there in his arms and no one else’s. His alone.

Before he could, you’d rolled over and put your head on his chest, mumbling sleepily. “Where’ve you been, handsome”? your nails glided down his chest lightly, a tired smirk on your delicate features; Dominick’s chest filled with pride and happiness. There it was. That calm after a storm again. Now that you were there. He hummed, there was no use in lying, you could read him like an open book anyways so he might as well tell you.

“I went to have a chat with Barba”.

You sighed, looking up at him with concern written over your features, the hand previously on his chest moving to his cheek, “How did that go, Mon Monde”?

He scoffed, putting his hand over yours, his eyes rolling slightly remembering what went down. “He knew nothin’ about ya, Doll. You’ve been friends for 4 years, him and I for 8 and he knew nothin. about. ya. Pure infatuation and nothin’ else, didn’t even know yuh favorite color and he had the damned audacity to have zero shame for what he’d done to ya. His only excuse? He needed and loved you. As if that made not asking bettuh— Took all my fuckin’ strength not to fight him, Sweetheart. That was my friend but…No one fucks with my woman. So, I told him to stay away until he can learn to respect us, mainly you. Told him we’d only be working with him and nothin’ else until then— But God, it pissed me off how he didn’t care and it pissed me off even more remembering him kissing on ya. Without consent too? You’re so lucky I’m not in a jail cell right now, Bella. I’d go ta hell for ya if I had to. I would”. After his little rant, he brought your hand to his lips; A kiss placed to the knuckles of that hand. It all made you so flustered, your heart swelled 10x it’s size just seeing how passionate Dom was about you; It also helped that he looked damn hot when he was possessive and protective over you.

“Hey, Dom”? You spoke up, looking up into those beautiful blue eyes you’d fallen in love with 3 years prior— He looked back down into your big hazel ones, reminded and reassured that you were all his when he saw the love in them.

“Yes, Amore”? He whispered, his eyes getting lower scanning your features and retracing the little details over and over again— Only ended by you climbing on top and straddling him, a smirk on your face.

“You’re so damn sexy when you’re all possessive”, leaning down, you kiss from his chest to his collarbone then his jaw, making Sonny shudder before you finally made it to his lips, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth before finally planting a deep, passionate kiss on the males lips.

Your next words had Dominick’s eyes darkening and he promptly flipped you over after hearing them, nibbling on your ear lobe before whispering his own response,“Remind me who I belong to, Dio”? was what you said, and Carisi was quick to respond.

“My pleasure, Dea”.

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A/N: I love Barba so much but I saw this gif and felt COMPELLED to write this. he still my baby, doe.

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He Can Only Hold Her. (Peter Stone x Black GN!Y/n)

Genre; Angst.

Warnings; Asshole!Peter, Breaking piece by piece!Y/n.

Synopsis; It was no secret Peter Stone was in love with Olivia Benson, even you as his lover could see it. The question was how long would it be before you broke?

↳ ❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N: Don’t worry, Stone will have fluff. He deserves it but today is not that day. Time for my first full angst.

Trying to compete with a deadly force wasn’t an easy task. Trying to get that light back into his eyes for you and only you was impossible, it seemed. He was now leaving home for work happier than ever but when he got back, his eyes no longer twinkled when he saw you, they seemed to dull as if you were sucking the life out of his body by just breathing around him, because you? You weren’t her. You simply never would be.

Olivia was nice to you, she was so genuine and kind. You could tell why Peter loved her so deeply, why she had caught his eye and taken it away from you so effortlessly without even knowing it. She’d comment on how much he seemed to adore you, even though his eyes only sparkled when he looked at her. You’d held back tears as you agreed with a filthy lie because you knew he’d always be hers. Even if he’d never tell it. A biteless ‘I love you’ fallen from the lips of a man continuing to force love in a loveless bedroom.

↳

Truth is, you thought you and Pete had so much planned, neither one of you quite for the idea of having kids, wanting to travel and just enjoy each other. Now you couldn’t help but wonder if he did actually want those things, just not with you. You’d slowly lost weight, getting paler each passing day. All of your energy was sought about saving your marriage; One day, that changed. You felt numbed to any feeling, simply an NPC in Pete’s daily life. You couldn’t sleep nor eat and at this point you had no idea what to do— So, you called a friend.

Sat in your backyard, Kat saw right through you, if you were a brick wall to anyone else you were a wall of glass to her. She’d been able to read you like the back of her hand for as long as she’d known you, when you sat down she was instantly concerned, her brows furrowed. “You look exhausted, Moon”. she spoke softly, grabbing your hand across the table.

“I, uh…Star…I don’t know what I’m doing”. You sounded exasperated, your defenses had withered away, your wall of “I don’t cares” grew thin, running out of options you needed to confirm what you already knew.

“What is it, Hun”?

“Peter loves Olivia” It felt weird to finally say it aloud, to finally dodge denial and voice it; You felt lighter, but it wasn’t done yet.

“Oh…” She was quiet but her jaw was set, letting you know she was angry on your behalf, nodding slowly she takes a sip from her drink and looks at you matter-of-factly, “So, how we gonna fuck him up? Need help packing”?

You laughed. Although teary eyed, you’d laughed. Something that was no longer accustom for you. “What do I do, bella”? You asked through tears, fearing the inevitable; Something you’d been hiding from for 10 months. It was a wonder if you escaped with your sanity. Peter had been your second relationship after your breaking up with your boyfriend since middle school— Ethan Choi. He was the person you truly found out what love was with. Ethan, while long, was a relationship that was built on pressure and longetivity, there was so much wrong in the relationship that it felt doomed from the start, while you felt a love for him; You mostly only felt it because you thought you had to. It was platonic love, you often felt guilty for it but because everyone regarded you as the “it couple” you and Ethan felt you had a duty to maintain your relationship. When it finally ended, you and Ethan stayed friends, a talk about it later confirming that you both felt the same. Pressured to stay together.

With Pete, you never had to hide behind a wall of pressure because you fell so easily for him there was no pressure needed on either end, the moment you met you belonged to one another. You used to lie awake talking about how it was fate that you met— Regarding one another as a love from a past life. You didn’t notice your tears falling until you touched the water with your fingertips, snapping back into the conversation, “You have to confront him, you have to leave”.

The lump in your throat grew larger, your bestfriend sees your mental collapse before her eyes, Kat scooches closer, embracing you as the first bubbling of sobs came crashing out, broken and hurt.

Finally broken down.

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The day it happened, you were patient, you packed your bags and got dressed in your best, a move to take back your power— Engineered to get Pete to see you, for once in the last 10 1/2 months.

↳ your outfit.

Pete walked in, once again in a bad mood, you held a glass of wine in your hand barely acknowledging his presence when he finally sees your bags by the door, he looks up seeing you sat on the couch with a book in hand. Loosening his tie, his eyes run over your features trying to read your emotions yet only seeing a woman who was sick and tired.

“Y/n”? He called out, walking over to you. It’s only then that you acknowledge him.

“Peter. You’re home”. You speak formally, staying seated; Peter gets nervous looking around to the suitcases again.

“Going on a trip”?

“Let’s not sugarcoat this, Peter. I’m leaving”.

You finally looked up at him, directly into his eyes and sees it. He sees that you know, the tears you were trying desperately to hold in, and fists balled tight.

“You remember that night in Paris”? Peter asked, tears of his own welling into his eyes, “We went to the eiffel tower kissed just under the lights and you said to me ‘I’m glad I met you, you’re perfect for me’, I chuckled because I knew you were wrong; I’m not perfect for you. I’m a jackass”.

By that time your tears had finally fell, your fists still clenched, eyes cast down, “No, I was right. Remember that time on the jetskis? You put the locket around my neck and you proclaimed, “I hope there is never anyone better than I”? I giggled cause you were wrong then too, Peter”. Taking the locket off, you sigh shakily, “I knew you were perfect for me then. But perfect is sometimes the most flawed of all. And I don’t know if there is better than you, but you were wrong. I do. I hope there’s someone better. I deserve that, at least”.

“Please, Y/n—” He starts but you interrupt.

“You love her”? You asked, biting your already chapped and bleeding lips. Peter figured you deserved honesty, you were innocent. He just…saw something else for himself.

“I do…”

“Oh”.

Your lip trembles, grabbing your keys and walking past him to the door— You grab onto your bags and he lets you but in his heart he hated to see you go.

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3 years later.

↳ Your pov.

Love is a many splendored thing. Is what they say, but in truth it can be ugly, hurtful, and raw. I didn’t trust so easily after Ethan but Peter, my ex-husband, brought out something in me that I couldn’t quite hide. When we divorced, I thought my life would be over; I would never be able to heal from this. I threw myself into my work, I lost weight by the day and I was depressed. My bestfriend Kat was worried, she helped me through the thick of it. When I was knee deep in the hole of grief. I think my favorite part would be rebuilding myself with Kat by my side. I opened my own boutique, started back sewing and became one of the biggest boutiques nationally online and in-person. I started back writing, got a few dogs and a baby black cat. I started to heal my inner child and get a new sense of self-worth. I started to focus on ME.

And Kat…Oh, Kat…

“Y/n”? A voice called out, I froze. We hadn’t spoken in maybe 2 years. When we first divorced we’d keep in touch but I slowly realized it wasn’t good for me to heal with him present and cut him out. Now it’d been radio silent since. Yet here he was.

“Peter”, I turned to face him, he looked the same but exhausted, grumpier than he’d been the night I left our house for my new journey. I didn’t like the look of him, but it was no longer my problem, Peter’s happiness. I centered it far too much 3-years-ago.

“You look…good”. He looked at me, taking me in as if he’d wanted to frame the moment forever. Sometime ago that would’ve made me blush but a question plagued my thoughts instead— I saw someone in the distance.

“D-did Olivia love you, Peter”? I asked, hoping all of this was worth it for us both. Although he hurt me, I still wanted him happy.

“No…”

My heart dropped for a moment.

“Oh…” My head was spinning, thinking of how messy it all ended, the court dates ending in more pain for us both and what was it all for? Naught? I see her in the distance and I smile.

Peter thinks the smile is for him, he starts to ramble apologies that I forget to listen to; Kat is finally here. She sees him. They see eachother. And I just keep smiling.

“Ready to go, Bebe”? She asks, handing me a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows— My favorite.

Peter watches us, I take the cup, her arm slung around my shoulder shortly after I grab it; I feel those familiar lips on my forehead and Peter is far from thought, but as we walk away I could’ve certainly sworn I heard him say quietly yet clear,

“Hot chocolate with marshmallows and no whipped cream… You never liked whipped cream”.

Now I asked myself the question. Did I love him?

Looking over to Kat, I fill with something I’ve felt only twice; I turn back to see Peter and I confirm my suspicions.

Am I still in love with Peter? No.

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A/N; First full angst to break a comfort characters heart.

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My Girl. (Katriona Tamin x Black Fem!Reader)

Genre: Angst???/Fluff/Smut.

Warning: Dom Masc Kat (It’ll always be dom Kat, can’t see her as a Sub nor Switch), Sub Reader, Groping, Claiming, Marking, Impact Play, Spitting In Mouths, Degradation, Orgasm Denial, Sir Kink, Public Play, Oral (Giving).

Synopsis: While on a date the waitress seems to have a little crush on you and Kat, being the territorial possessive person she was had to make it known who you belonged to. To the server, and you.

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N: Some feral possessive dom Kat to start your day off right. This was supposed to be for Valentines but my girlfriend distracted me.

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Kat’s Point Of View;

Your Dress^

Y/n and I had been together for almost a year now. She lifted me up when this job got tough. Date nights didn’t come often for us, me being a detective and her being a nurse, it was difficult having intimate moments without one or both of our phones going off. Finally, I got us reservations at a new restaurant and told my lady to put on whatever made her feel most confident, beautiful. Jesus, What a mistake that was. I have several weakness but Y/N Y/LN was the highest on the list.

When she walked down those stairs, my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. She was effortlessly gorgeous, I didn’t realize how hard I was staring until I saw that dimpled smile of hers, she knew my eyes were on her. She knew she had me in the palm of her hands and that fact amused her a little too much. Our first words were uttered at the same time.

“You look…Beautiful”.

“You look…Handsome”.

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Your Point Of View;

Kat’s Suit^

“You look…Handsome”. I smiled, giggling along with Kat when we realized we spoke simultaneously. I’d meant what I said, I know she felt the same way and if I voiced this opinion it’d launch into a playful argument about who was right but in my eyes? She was the most handsome, beautiful, amazing person to ever exist and the twinkle in her eyes told me she’d felt the same.

It felt like we hadn’t breathed same air in months, years even. Tonight was going to be magical, the woman swept me off my feet and I could never repay her for it. She’d be lorded over me forever and I was simply okay with that. Her authority. Her power. I was at the mercy of her and I would admit loudly and proudly any chance I get. She was my king.

“Shall we go, then”? She held out her arm for me to link mine with and I nodded, the smile on my face never ceasing. I couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky I was. I was so deeply in love, no one else in the world even mattered. My kryptonite and so much more, My only weakness was Miss Katriona Tamin.

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When you got to the restaurant, your hands wouldn’t stay off each other. As Kat checked in, you looked around with eyes sparkling. The decorations looked expensive, diamonds and glitter; A winter wonderland. When Kat looked over to you, she bit back a smile. She loved that about you. So in tune with your inner child and it shone through as outer joy. You looked like a curious kid in a candy store, if only Kat could frame the moment.

“Alright, right this way”. The hostess smiles at you both and takes you to your seats, a private booth upstairs in the back. It overlooked the entire restaurant from above along with an outside view showing you the city lights. It was absolutely stunning and Kat adored the way you looked around in wonder before turning your eyes back to your date. The hostess muttering an enjoy before retreating.

“Kat, this is amazing. It’s beautiful, baby”. You let out a breathless whisper, grabbing her hand from across the table. You know that old wives tale that once you’d been together for awhile you’d start looking alike? Maybe it was true because the matching, identical expressions of adoration on your faces was enough to make both of you melt.

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It was going so well, you were set in effortless conversation. It had been like that for almost a year now, you fit each other like perfect pieces to a puzzle. When you met her team, even they would mention how similar you two were. Deeming you perfect for one another. That was when it happened, the first part of the incident that would end with Kat claiming her territory. When the waitress had arrived at your table with champagne on ice, Kat’s entire demeanor had changed. The waitress seemed to keep her eyes on you the entire time she was there. Mainly addressing you and barely even looking Kat’s way, When you noticed what was happening, you were repulsed. She was laying it on thick. Desperate. Pathetic.

“Have you decided on an order, Ma’am”? Her attention zeroed in on you, your eyes shifted to Kat’s and you could see her face was now red with fury but she only smiled sweetly at you. You kept her calm for the moment.

“Yes, actually. My girlfriend and I have decided on both-” You began to speak but Kat cut you off, itching to continue for you. To show the waitress her existence would be noticed, especially when it came to being with her woman. She wasn’t one to play with, especially not about you.

“We’ll have the Shrimp rolls for our starter and we’ll have the Crab leg and steak platter for our main courses. Thank you”. She sounded sweet, too sweet. Kat was definitely holding in her attitude, this night was for them. She wouldn’t let this imbecile ruin their night. The waitress walked away, a tight smile on her face. You hoped that was the end of it. When you looked back at Kat there was new emotion on it- Pettiness. Mischief. You bit your lip shyly knowing what came next.

“Come sit by me, Princess”.

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When the waitress had come back with your starter, Kat wrapped her arm around your waist, nearly pulling you right into her lap. She eyed the servers moves when putting down the order and was less than happy to see the waitress pull the “brush of the arm” move on you, slipping you her number. She knew you were taken yet didn’t seem to care. It was absolutely disgusting in Kat’s eyes and yours. You ripped the paper when she’d left.

“Let me know if you need anything else, Lovely”. The waitress drawled, her eyes trailing from your eyes and landing down onto your chest. They stayed there for an uncomfortably long period of time and you were 2 seconds from blowing up on her if Kat decided not to. There was one thing you’d never been able to tolerate and that was blatant disrespect to your relationship. When you’d met the team and once when a case landed in your hands, one of the DA’s Pippa Cox, you could tell she was desperately in love with Kat. That night had angered you so much that you’d cursed out Pippa and later that night rode and marked your girl like she was a stallion.

You wouldn’t allow Kat to feel that level of jealousy and disrespect but it was far too late for that. Kat’s hand had already made its way to your inner thigh.

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3 months ago…

Rollins, Kat, and Pippa had made their way to the hospital to interview a 16-year-old sexual assault victim. The victim had clung to Y/N and sobbed as he begged you to stay while they did the rape kit. So you did, he needed that much. Poor boy was so traumatized, he was shaking the entire time he hung onto you. Afraid and Alone. His mother and father being the ones who’s sold him off to support their addiction. Sick, very sick. When you saw Rollins had finally gotten the boy alone, you were relieved to see your girlfriend and rushed right up to her, thrusting your arms around her neck and sighing deeply, not noticing the looming figure next to them, angry and waiting. When you pulled away was when you finally acknowledged Pippa. You thought she was gorgeous but sometimes gorgeous, gorgeous girls needed to keep their gorgeous, gorgeous lips shut.

“I’m so sorry. Where are my manners? I’m Nurse Y/LN. Kat’s girlfriend”. You smiled genuinely, not realizing this was the ex Kat had told you about, warned you about more like. Telling you Pippa was still in love with her but she held no feelings towards her anymore, only regarding her as a colleague and because it was Kat, you trusted her completely. She’d given you no reason not to. When you saw the way the Counselors eyebrow had raised, you knew. Looking to Kat to confirm and getting ready for the bullshit when she did a small nod. Pippa grabbed your hand to shake but it was more than aggressive and had left you moving your arm around to get it back into place.

“Counselor. Pippa. Pippa Cox. I, uh, didn’t know Kat was taken”. she licked her lips, putting on a too big smile that you and Kat knew was fake. Kat was about to butt in when Rollins had called her over leaving you with Pippa who was now giving you the stankiest look you ever did see. You attempted to ignore it and readied yourself to follow Kat and Rollins when she started talking and for an ADA, she told some pretty bad lies. Fact checking was a given and she had not done so that day.

“You and Kat seem a little different. Kat usually goes for more reserved types and I must say you’re a bubbly little thing”. She started off, a brief sigh left your lips before you turned to deal with her bullshit. Yes, Kat did date more reserved women before you but that was what made you so important and special to her. When she met you, you were something new in her life. So bright and in tune with your inner child and you brought her out of her shell. The one she’d spent so long searching for to hide herself in and keep her heart under lock and key. You, however, were a breath of fresh air and you pushed her to be outgoing. You personality was one of the things she loved most about you. You were honestly shocked that was what Pippa had chosen to nitpick at. A part of you and Kat’s relationship that made you mesh so well…Your differences.

You spoke politely, not willing to stoop to her level this soon, “Well, she and I have had that conversation before. We think our opposite dynamics is what makes our love bloom so big, always something new to learn about each other”. you didn’t miss the way her face had soured a little and it was a bit satisfying, seeing her face fall when she realized Kat was actually happy with someone else but her next words? They nearly enraged you. You had no patience for liars or people willing to disrespect your relationship.

“Well, that’s nice. I thought for sure she’d missed me, y’know? Maybe I was wrong but then again…I wasn’t the one who showed up to my ex girlfriends house new year’s day begging for a make up. She seemed quite heartbroken groveling about how she missed me, but maybe it was a dream. A nightmare, I suppose”.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Kat and Rollin’s had finished their interview and Kat was making her way back towards you with Rollin’s in tow. They stayed back when they realized what was said and happening. Rollin’s was pissed on behalf of the both of you because she knew damn well it wasn’t true, you’d spent two entire weeks at Kat’s house before New Years and the two of you were with each other 24/7 during the eve of New Year’s and the next morning because you’d gone out to party with the squad before retreating back to Kat’s. It was absolutely stupid to claim something without evidence, Pippa was no dumbass. She had to know that. Kat was about to step in but she knew and trusted you so she stayed back as well, watching the entire thing pan out. You knew how to hold your own and it was certainly attractive to watch. You nodded, feigning a shocked and hurt glance before walking in front of Pippa, slightly towering over the Ginger.

“O-oh she was? Wow, I must be so dumb. Think I might need my glasses checked because I swear she’d been with me the entire two weeks and we’d gone out to a party for New year’s eve and only got back to hers at 1 a.m where she made love to me all night and spent the next day treating me like a princess but Y’know”. You scrunched your nose, leaning down to whisper into a shocked Pippa’s ear, “Must’ve been a hologram. Silly, silly, SILLY me”. when you stood back up, your face was red before you began to walk away in anger, Kat said something muffled in the background to Pippa almost sounding like a “Fuck you, Cox”. before catching up with you before she and Rollin’s had to leave.

That night she let you claim your territory because she couldn’t help but think how attractive it was when you checked Pippa for fucking with your relationship.

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Kat’s hand was snaking up your thigh, your breath had hitched when you realized where this was going, she smirked seeing that familiar pink blush showing up to dust your perfect high cheekbones, “Something wrong, Babydoll? Scoot closer, you look a little flush”. she pulled you to her by the thigh and you wanted to smack that beautiful yet highly annoying smirk off of her face. Fucking sadist.

“Kat, what are you doing? We’re in public”. You looked into her eyes and stumbled a bit, she gave you that look. Dark and unwavering, letting you know she wasn’t playing around and strike one was you calling her the wrong name, “S-sir”.

“Just…Wanting to get close to you. Is that a crime, Puppy”? She whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, you knew she was jealous, possessive. It always happened that way, the moment she was feeling an ounce of jealousy, she was suddenly clingy, touchy, and not in the mood for you to defy her.

“No, Dieu. I’m just- I was just caught off guard” You assure her and she decides to shock you even more when the waitress comes back, her fingers play with the edge of the yellow lace of your lingerie set, her fingers stay there for awhile before finally landing on your bare cunt. The waitress sat your food down before starting in on her bullshit, but this time your focus was elsewhere. Specifically the fingers sneaking dangerously close to the entrance of your pussy.

“How’d you like your starter, Darling”? At the name, Kat’s fingers dipped into your cunt hole, aiming to distract and make you stumble over your words if you so decided to talk to the blonde bobble head in front of you. You rolled your eyes at this, tired of the disrespect and horrible timing, you were done playing nice and although two of Kat’s fingers were thrusting into you at a slow controlled pace while the other groped your boob lewdly, not caring that the waitress saw and almost wavered for a second.

“Look. The dinner is fine but C-can we get a new waitress? You can literally see I’m with my girlfriend and you’re constantly being disrespectful and trying to flirt with me. Get a clue and leave”. You spat at her and she looked taken aback, shuffling away quickly after you checked her. At that, Kat sped up.

While you ate dinner, Kat was still fingering you, it took so long for you to even pick up a bite of food, your thighs nearly squeezing over her hand, she slapped them back open. She was gonna make you cum before you left the restaurant and once you got home, you’d be at her mercy.

“Come on, Pet. You’re almost there…Cum for Mommy and we can leave”. Kat whispered, her fingers rolling into your cunt, massaging the walls of your hole, particularly pressing against your G-Spot which made you almost moan on command but you held it in, food forgotten about, you were nearly levitating. She had always been good with her hands.

Adding pressure to your clit, it was pierced and she knew it was sensitive and you loved a bit of pain. When she pinched, you came right there, all over her fingers. She pulled them out and smirked, sucking your cum off of her finger. God, she couldn’t wait to get you home.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl”.

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When you’d gotten home, you barely had a chance to step out of your dress before Kat was on you like white on rice. Her mouth going to the most sensitive part of your body, your neck. She began sucking red and purple marks onto the skin, enjoying the fact she could now drink in your moans without worry of being caught. She held you tight against her, you slid the dress down your body and moaned softly, her hands running all over your body, she just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Get naked, Pup. Ass up, all fours. I need my marks on your body NOW”. she ordered and let you go although she hadn’t wanted to. That was the last thing she wanted but she was far too in the mood to claim what was hers to care. She needed you and now.

You did as told, you knew what time it was. It had taken you a long time to get her to give in to her sadistic desires. She was still a Sex Crimes Detective and the thought of hurting you was at first something she couldn’t fathom but when you gave her that first taste of Impact Play, the moment she slapped you that night in the bedroom and you smiled, begging for more was the night that unlocked something so darkly hidden within your girlfriend. You’d been a pain whore through and through and she thrived off watching you react to the pain she inflicted on you made her realize she absolutely loved dealing out pain. Especially after a hard day at work when she was particularly angry or stressed she’d come home and angry fuck you into the bed, providing you all the pain you wanted. All consensual and nothing too fucked up. She would never punch you or anything, she knew where to draw the line and you trusted her.

When she came into the room she was pleased to see you had listened, dressed in nothing but her lacy grey bra and a pair of boxers, she made her way over to you, holding something that vibrates in her hand. Your back fell into a deep arch when it was inserted inside you. She chuckled, pulling you up by your hair and holding you to her chest, her voice had gotten impossibly darker, “What are you, Y/n”? she asked, the toy pulsing inside you made your thoughts muddle together. It was cute seeing you struggling to talk.

“A pain loving toy”. You finally replied after a moan too many. Kat slapped both of your cheeks, smiling sadistically when she did, her hand wrapped around your throat. Hand between your thighs, cupping your cunt.

“That’s right, Baby. My toy”. She reiterated spitting in your mouth and watching you gulp it down before shoving you to the bed, ass tooted up with your legs spread. Ready to be devoured. When she crawled onto the bed and saw her prize in front of her, there was no stopping her. She roughly grabbed your asscheeks and dug her nails into the skin, creating a delicious type of pain that almost made you collapse to the bed, but you held up and she dove in, her tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. She moaned from the taste and enjoyed the way you quivered and whined. Like a little bitch. How adorable. She sucked your clit into her mouth, her tongue moving up and down your folds, paying special attention to your hole, her tongue dipping in and out repeatedly. You were in ecstasy. Your moans dripping out loudly, letting the neighbors know exactly who was making you feel good.

“Oh, Fuck, Sir. F-faster”.

Kat slowed down as soon as the words came out, somewhere inside you knew she would do this, she loved to prolong, make you wait, beg for it. You knew immediately that you’d messed up, by way of her tongue just flicking at your clit, giving you no sense of pleasure until you gave in and apologized.

“Are you in control, Pumpkin”? She asked, huskily. She’d pulled away to watch you, a stinging resounding slap to your ass sounded out and you let out an audible gasp that had Kat slapping your ass again just to hear it, after you finally gave in and started to beg and make your ass jiggle like you knew she liked. She dipped back down and dove back in, her tongue shoved deep inside you. She knew what she was doing what she wanted from you.

“N-no, I’m not in control but…” She wouldn’t let you speak nor breathe, your body was pushed over the top. It was embarrassing the way your body toppled over to the bed, Kat only chuckled and pulled away once more, looking down at you and feigning a pout, she was plotting in her mind what to do next. Her eyes moved up from your cunt to your quivering body and she smirks, pulling something out from the nightstand and moving towards you.

“Good girl but…Let’s play a little game, shall we? Let’s see how long you’ll last being denied your right to cum with my tongue on your clit and this vibrator inside your pussy. Cum without permission and you won’t be walking for the week, got it”?

And with that she loomed over you and grinned, you knew just by her smile that you wouldn’t be cumming for hours on end. Not if Kat had anything to do with it.

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A/N: I have 21 fucking scenarios in my drafts. Kill me now.

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SHE’S OUT THERE!!! (Nick Amaro x Black AFAB CPS!Reader)

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

Warning: Attempted Rape, Kidnapping, Torture, Violence, ANGRY Amaro, Child Abuse, Racism.

Synopsis: When you’re out there, kidnapped by a suspect, Amaro loses it. He’s lost so much and you? He can’t lose you too.

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

Nick was notorious for being hard on himself, he never thought he deserved happiness so when he met you, it was love at first sight. It didn’t take long before you’d gotten married. Now you’d been married for a year and Gil and Zara had 9 month old twin siblings named Jazmeen and Jayloh and the six of you were nothing but happy together.

You had just gotten back off of leave and a particularly heart wrenching case, after a mother neglected her nine-year-old daughter, Lana, and it was found out the moms boyfriend had been sexually abusing her, the father was fighting for custody and at first it was a fairly normal case but after that the mom’s boyfriend had finally snapped, taken the girl and her mom hostage, it was go from there but Amaro and the team had found out after you did, you were supposed to be on a routine check up but when you’d gotten there…You were now in the crosshairs.

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Amaro had finally come into work after dropping the twins off with his mother, called in on what he thought was just a regular case, Liv said it was urgent and she’d tell him more when he got there. What he didn’t understand, however was why everyone’s eyes immediately went to his in concern when he entered the precinct or why everyone was suited up for what looked like a hostage situation.

“Nick. Listen, you remember the Bryant case? That Y/n was investigating”? Liv asked and Amaro’s heart dropped to his ass, he was hoping this wasn’t what he thought it was. Please, don’t be. You’d told him you had a routine check up today, to make sure a little girl was okay after the courts sent her back to her mothers home although the dad was sure the man he accused of sexually abusing his daughter was still inside the house.

“Now, Don’t tell me- What’s going on here, Liv”? Amaro’s voice dropped slightly, eyes searching for any type of answer, praying to himself that this was all a big misunderstanding.

“Y/n.. She went for a routine check up at the Bryant’s house and about 10 minutes later an SOS was sent out from her apple watch and neighbors said there’d been a gunshot prior to her arriving”.

Olivia explained while Amaro geared up, his jaw clenched while he listened to this absolute bullshit, his ears ringing and face red with fury, he couldn’t believe it. His wife. The love of his life, in danger in the hands of a sexual predator with a gun. He couldn’t hear anything now but the pounding of his heart, “My wife is in a house with a sexual predator, right now? Is that what you’re telling me, Liv”? his voice was husky, rough with worry and concern and mountains on mountains of anger.

“Let’s go”. Liv said simply instead of answering and that’s all Amaro needed to hear. He needed you back and fast.

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“Listen, Sam. You don’t want to do this, you know how this ends, m-my husband is a Detective. They’ll kill you”. You told him but he didn’t seem to care, he was sloppy, erratic. He’d shot the mother in the thigh and although she was hanging on with Lana by her side, she was almost dead. You knew it and possibly so were you.

“No one told you to come here! This was none of your business, bitch. None of your business”. He was angry, pacing back and forth while you were tied to a chair, a black eye, a bloody bruised lip, and a bullet in your shoulder. You were terrified, shaking, but you knew Nick was coming. He wouldn’t let you die like this.

“I had to, I was just doing my job. I needed to know Lana was safe”.

“And what you thought that badly of me!? That I’d sexually abused the little slut? You know…I did, I-I’d been looking at the bitch from the parks, where I met her mother but do you think Claire is innocent too!? SHE BEGGED ME TO RAPE HER! Said it turned her on and then convinced all of you that she didn’t know. What a fucking joke”. The revelation left you speechless, breathless even. You begged courts not to put Lana back in her custody but that wasn’t up to you. It never was.

God, Amaro. Please, come quickly.

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The phone rang for too long, Nick was impatient waiting for Sam to pick it up, to calm down, to do something, when Sam finally answered he looked wild, crazy, Nick was hoping they’d get a clear shot on him but it didn’t seem as if it was gonna happen anytime soon.

“Is everything all right in there, Mr. Santos? We need to know that everyone is safe” Fin talked to him, although Amaro was itching to unleash his anger out on the bastard, he could see you tied to a chair, Claire Bryant lying on the floor with her daughter next to her and Sam, pacing, holding a .22.

“Is everything all right? Is everyone safe!? You don’t get it, do you!? EVERYONE THINKS THIS BITCH IS INNOCENT”! He yelled into the mic at Fin who looked to Liv to look inside the house, see if there could be a good shot, “I don’t wanna talk to you. If you wanna see this bitch alive again…She says she’s got a husband, he’s one of you. Put him on”.

Fin nodded to Liv and Amaro and they rushed over to Fin, when Fin explained the situation, Amaro sighed in relief. Of course you had told him, when he took the phone, Benson was worried his anger would get the best of him but he was trained for this and he wouldn’t risk your life with his emotions.

“Mr. Santos. I’m Detective Nicholas Amaro, is everything alright in there”? Nick asked, seeming cool, calm, and collected but being far from it, his shoulders tense. He had to remind himself how to breathe, how to do his job without the anger getting to him.

“If you’re asking if your lovely wife is okay, she is. Mouthy one, though. Don’t understand what you all see in these black bitches. All they do is talk back”. Sam was still pacing, ESU was trying to get a clear shot but he kept moving around, possibly knowing he was almost certainly a dead man. Amaro’s jaw tightened, ignoring his rant. He only needed to know if you were okay.

“She’s innocent, Sam. So is Lana and Claire. You know how this will end if you don’t surrender yourself, yeah”? He whispered, speaking above one would guarantee his anger be heard and further Sam’s.

“Claire!? CLAIRE!? God, All of you are so damn stupid. Claire was never innocent, who do you think told me to rape the kid, huh? I was cool with looking from afar, banging her mom with her in mind but Claire…Fucking addict. She told me I could have her if I could hook her up with meth and heroin and LET her watch. I’m not the first one nor would I have been the last if the fucking dad didn’t butt in”.

Santos laughed manically, he sounded erratic. Nick was sick to his stomach listening to this. Y/n had her suspicions that the mother was in on it but with no clear evidence the case was pushed back, the girl released into her mothers care once more. He’d remembered Y/n’s tears when she told him, how she hugged Gil, Zara, and the twins a little tighter, the nightmares. He was a tough guy but seeing her in so much emotional pain had squeezed his heart.

“You’re right. I’m not getting out of here alive and you know what…She may be a little old and too dark but I wanna see something, Detective. Let me in on a little secret…How good is this niglet in bed”?

Amaro’s eyes widened, he couldn’t hide his anger now knowing what this sick bastard wanted to do to his wife. His woman. He couldn’t allow that, “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER, TE MATARÉ YO MISMO”!

Sam hung up the phone and Liv pulled Amaro back, the rest of the team ready to rush in, guns blasted. Nick was fighting hard but Fin, Carisi, and Liv had finally subdued him, a loud sob wracking through his body, “SHES IN THERE! Oh, God…She’s in there”. He turned to Liv and pleaded, tears running down his eyes, “Ella está ahí, Liv. No dejes que la lastime, por favor”.

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You saw him walking before you, unbuckling his pants and your eyes watered. You closed your eyes tightly, hearing him chuckle darkly. Goosebumps rose on your skin, you don’t want this. Lana was full on sobbing while her mother lay dead, bled out from wound in her thigh and all you could do was pray. You weren’t religious, you had no idea who you were even praying to but you prayed. Prayed silently for a miracle.

“C’mon, Blackie. I’ll give you a helluva good time, be a good Niglet and let me have my going away present”.

His hand gripped your face tightly, turning it a deep red with the force, a bruise sure to be left. That’s when a shot rang out, all you could hear was Lana’s scream and your own ringing ears, you could feel it, wet on your face. The blood splatter left you in shock, eyes opening slowly to the sight of a Sam lifeless on the floor.

Please, Amaro. End this nightmare.

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After two days in the hospital you were finally allowed to go home. You’d been in shocked, a shell, you barely talked or ate and all you could do was stare at your arm, wondering when you’d wake up from this nightmare. Amaro was nothing but a dream, when he wasn’t forcing himself to work to be okay, he was by your side at the ready and never leaving. Told to take some time off to take care of you and he gladly did so.

The first night was rough, again, you’d barely talked or eaten anything and that glow in your eyes was dimmed. He hated that with everything within him; He wished he could kill the bastard again and again for what he took from you. Sleeping next to you, you in his arms, safely. He heard a shrill shriek sound out next to him and he immediately jolted awake to see you wide eyed and clutching onto him, terrified out of your mind. You looked at him with bewildered eyes, the fear in them was heart crushing, you almost didn’t recognize him, until he pulled you into his arms and that familiar fresh scent invaded your nostrils, just a tad calmer with glassed over eyes and tears threatening to spill.

“It’s just me, Darlin’. It’s just me”. Nick kissed your forehead repeatedly, squeezing you lightly, he was tired, thinking it over in his mind, he was damned tired. This line of work was dangerous, he knew but could he leave? Could you leave yours? Way too invested in protecting people, the both of you were. Ignoring your own battles and emotions, it could all be too much sometimes but was it worth it? Saving all those lives was worth it, right?

“Nicholas…It was s-so bad” You stammered, some of the first words you’d said all day or night. He knew the toll this was taking on you. Pulling you into his lap, he rocked you both back and forth, “I know, Querida. Hey, c’mon let’s get up, Alright? I’ll make us hot cocoa and the twins, they’ve missed you and Zara will be here tomorrow. We’re gonna get through this”.

You nodded softly, wiping away the stray tears that’d fell from your eyes, standing up you winced a little. Your shoulder was still stiff and painful, healing well but still throbbing in the worst ways. Amaro took notice and got your pills, holding it up to your lips and then making you drink water behind it.

“Look at me, Princess. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you, no one will ever hurt you again, Mi Reina”. he whispers, kissing your forehead, holding you closely by the waist.

You smiled for the first time in awhile because you knew with him you’d be alright. He was your king, and you, his queen. He almost gasped with happiness when hearing the next words out of your mouth. Something he hadn’t heard in so long.

“I love you, Nicholas Amaro. My savior”.

And you both knew…It’d be hard…but there wasn’t anything you couldn’t conquer with each other by your side. With the team and your steadily growing family? You’d be fine.

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A/N: Made this while sick, if it’s bad no it’s not.

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Hrs and Hrs. (Songfic. ADA!Sonny Carisi x Black AFAB Detective!Reader)

Genre: Fluffy/Smut.

Warnings: Talks of Incest, Abuse, and Pedophilia. None just sleepy fluffy smut and sweet aftercare. Slight Breeding Kink.

Synopsis: After stressful jobs sometimes all you and your husband Carisi need is each other. To take care of one another.

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It was stressful, your jobs were those that not many could stomach. Seeing such violence against kids, women, minorities, etc. It was a struggle but you had each other’s backs. You and Sonny. That was until he became an ADA, you saw him a lot less but he’d be there when you guys had a case for him and you couldn’t deny how amazing he looked in his suits. You’d been married for a year now, meeting while working as SVU Detectives, at first you were sure he was crushing on Rollins until figuring out she was helping him plan to ask you out and helping you both sneak around until you were both ready to go through the whole fiasco of telling Benson. When you did it went better than you thought it would, although Benson and the team confessed that they knew something was up in the first place. Sonny couldn’t hide his love for you well.

Nowadays, it was a struggle for either of you to come home without crashing into bed and cuddling to sleep instantly. No date nights, no sex, you desperately missed your husband and he missed you. Sometimes in his office, he’d watch your wedding tapes and reminisce. You looked so goddamned gorgeous that night, you knocked the air out of Sonny’s lungs. He couldn’t stop telling you how gorgeous you were all night, your first dance spent with him whispering sweetly in your ear about how much he loved and adored you, how beautiful you are. That night, he made love to you until the morning arrived all while whispering sweet nothings about your beauty, how he could barely control himself, along with those beautiful grunts, groans, and absolutely delicious moans that were so uniquely his. It was magical.

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“I don’t usually this, but, uh. Can I sang to you? Yeah Yeah”.

You loved the days Benson sent you and Dodds to go get warrants from Carisi, a chance to see him while working was always an opportunity to get a kiss or two before going back to busting perps. Dodds always knew to stay in the car while you went up, being a family man himself he understood the need for at least a moment of intimacy. He was an amazing partner, and trusted you deeply so he knew you could do it alone. Knocking on the door, a grin big on your face, faltering a little when you saw the state of your husband. Shoulders tensed, forehead creased, and brows furrowed. He looked so stressed, it made your heart clench.

“Hey, Son. I, uh, came to get the dna warrant for the Lillard case” You spoked meekly, softly, not wanting to irritate or startle him. His head looked up from the pile of paper on his desk, eyes immediately softening when he saw you. He’d known you’d be coming soon so the warrant was already there for you but what he really needed was a hug, a kiss, just to see your face. You saw that familiar look on his face, it was one of need. Not for sex but for affection. You knew it well because it was reflected on your own face. Stressed, working a case about incest, abuse, and pedophilia. An 11-year-old who’d disclosed that it was her brothers baby but with how protective the parents were and how easily they’d pinned it on the boy and a new disclosure that it was the fathers baby. You had finally had enough to get DNA warrants to prove that the baby was either the fathers or the sons.

“Yours, Mines, Ours. I could do this for hours. Sit and talk to you for hours”.

“Doll, ya look beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous”. Sonny spoke complimenting you as if he hadn’t watched you get dressed this morning. His voice had always been a favorite of yours. Smokey and a little raspy but this time exhaustion lie underneath. You could hear it in his voice, he desperately needed a break and a lot of hugs and kisses. Maybe even a massage. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile weakly, “You look good too, Risi. A little tired though”. pecking his lips, he sighs in relief feeling your touch, being this close to you. He missed it.

“I am…These cases are wearing me thin. I’ve seen more CP than I’d like to admit and my heart is breaking for these families, Doll. I’m ready for the day to be over wi-” You cut him off, shushing him. Carisi sighed, leaning his head on your shoulder. You simply held him, patted his back before you knew you had to go. Looking into his eyes, you fell in love all over again, he was your king.

“I’m sorry I have to go, love but…I’ll see you at home. I hope we can at least eat before we both pass out”. You giggled and stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his for once last kiss before leaving.

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“I wanna give you your flowers, and some champagne showers”.

When you got home that night, you were tired but your main concern was Sonny. You loved him deeply and wanted to do something sweet for him, something special. After cooking dinner; Lobster, Steak, Steamed Brocoli, and Potatoes. You lit some candles in the bathroom near the bathtub. You had also made a fruit platter and two bottles of champagne. Tonight would be all about him. You didn’t dress up sexily or anything, you know he enjoyed when you wore his clothing so you put on one of his shirts and a pair of thigh high socks that ended just above your knee, showing a bit of a thigh peeking from the shirt and your socks. He was in love with your thighs.

When he came through the door that night, he wasn’t expecting to see you in the kitchen, fixing two plates for dinner, moving around the kitchen looking effortlessly beautiful in his t-shirt, his eyes immediately trailed down to your ass and legs. Sonny was a gentleman but he was still a man, and seeing his woman setting the table, her ass just barely poking out from under his shirt. He felt more awake than he had before arriving home. You spun around to see him and ran up to him immediately, squeaking. Dropping his briefcase, he catches you, spinning you around, a chuckle bubbling in his throat.

“What’s all this, Amore”? You wrapped your limbs around him, clinging tightly. He didn’t mind, his love language was reassurance, touch, and affection. To him this was the best welcome home he could’ve asked for. To be hugged by you, inhaling your perfume while you kissed every available part of his skin that you could find. His smile could get no bigger.

“I just thought that you deserved to come home to something special. Tonight’s all about you, Son. C’mon let’s eat”.

The last thing on Sonny’s mind was food but he digressed.

“Order Shrimp and Lobster towers, but it’s me that gets devoured”.

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When dinner was over, you ran a bath for you and Sonny and Sonny was enjoying the view of you bent over the tub, removing his suit and tie before joining you in the bathroom. You flinched a bit when you stood up and felt him behind you, about to scold him when he started placing sweet kisses down your neck, whispering just like he did on your wedding night, “Thank ya, Doll. Truly, doing this for me…Ya didn’t have to at all”. you shook your head, turning to face him, you caressed his cheek and pecked his lips twice.

“You deserve this, big dope. I’d do it daily if I could”. You were sweet, loving, but he could see it in your face. The stress and tiredness. You could both use a little TLC and he intended to make this night about not one but both of you. In his eyes you deserved this more than anyone. You were the strongest person he knew, “Ya’know…No one deserves this quite like you do, Pet”. when he said the name, that familiar pooling in your stomach happened, but you let nothing on. Didn’t react, just hugged him before pulling away and moving to get undressed. No big surprise that Carisi watched you the entire time, nearly forgetting to take off his own boxers in the process.

“Ouu, When you do what you do. I’m empowered. You give me a superpower. Together the world could be ours”.

The entire bath was spent with you reveling in each other’s company, you bathed one another, washed each other’s hair and just sat there, soaked, and talked to one another. Conversation dwindled down into sweet kisses, which turned into Carisi groping all over your body yet in the most tender ways. Suddenly, You were both out of the tub and Carisi was carrying you into the bedroom, lying you down gently, he crawls in beside you, kissing up your shoulder. Usually your sex was rough, sometimes it was love-making but tonight it was different. Both were exhausted and overworked. You needed something quick, slow, sleepy. Just needing each other’s touch .

“You sit me up on the counter. Instantly it’s thunder showers, storming for a couple hours. When we’re finished take a shower”.

Your back against his chest, him sliding into you slowly, unprotected since you were ovulating and you’d been trying for a kid for months now. The first slow pump woke you up a little more, your body now focused on the new sense of pleasure it was getting. He took his time, holding you against him and pressing kisses to your hair, he grunts softly, “God, ya feel so good, Doll. I missed this, fucking into you. Feeling ya grip me so good…You’re perfect for me. So perfect”.

“I could do this for hours and hours and hours x8”.

Sonny was most definitely vocal in bed, his hips rolled deeply into you and with each thrust a moan dripped from either of your lips, grunts and groans coming from him occasionally. You always swelled with pride knowing you could make Sonny feel so good. One of his hands moves to your nipple rolling it between his fingers while the other came up to rest on your throat lightly, “Fuck, Son. I missed you inside me like this… Fuck a baby into me, Counselor”.

“Usually I don’t like nobody, and when I say nobody I mean nobody. All these niggas full of shit, You just a homie once they hit. I felt like giving up on love…These niggas almost made me quit”.

Sonny absolutely loved being called Counselor by you in bed. Sometimes when you called him counselor on the job, he had to restrain himself from dragging you away, being reminded of you moaning it while underneath him or tied up, against the wall, etc. His pace sped up slightly, you were both on the edge after not having sex for awhile. The hand that was on your nipples moved to your clit and whispered in your ear, feeling you clench around and your body tensing up, “Ya gonna cum, Doll? C’mon, cum for me, Puppy”.

“Then I met you, When I met you. I knewww this was it. I’d never been in love like this”.

Lights blinding, your eyes squeezed shut, your legs quivered with the force of your orgasm, your chest rose and fell quickly and Carisi loved every second of your moaning and you coming undone on his cock, “F-fuck. I can barely move, Princess. Yuh doing such a good job for me, Doll. So. Fuckin’. Good”. he grunted, growling deep in his chest as he orgasmed, releasing his seed deep into your cunt, “Gonna fuckin’ impregnate ya. Ya hear me? Gonna Fuck my baby into that pretty little pussy”.

It was as if he’d been pent up for years, load after load of cum filled you to the brim, spilling out onto the bed. When he finally stopped, you’d came again.

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“A love like ours, I pray for it on my knees. Every night for some hours, and hours, and hours. x4”

Soon after, he’d gotten up and got a towel to clean up while you lie there in bed, smiling. Carisi really was the perfect lover. The perfect gentleman and absolutely amazing in bed. When he came back, he was smiling. He was not only holding a towel but some snacks and drinks. You rolled your eyes playfully and sat up, blushing when you felt his cum leak out of you which in turn made him smirk.

“Hey, Doll. I brought a a warm wet rag and snacks. We’re gonna watch Encanto while we fall asleep, sound good”? He smiled gently, crawling into bed with you, kissing your lips he uses the wet cloth to clean you up before wiping himself off and bringing you into his arms.

“I love you, Son”.

You said quietly as he turned on the movie. He sighed in content, he’d needed this. You’d needed this. A special moment between the two of you. Perfect.

“I love you more, Amore”.

“What’s yours is mine, and ours, and yours, mine, and ours”.

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“I could sit and talk to you for hours, Sit and look at you for hours, Making love to you for hours. Laying on your chest for hours, Tellin’ you jokes for hours, Holdin’ you close for hours and hours and hours”.

A week or two after your encounter with Risi, you were feeling sick, puking, and thought it might be time to take a test. Carisi stood by you waiting for the time to go down so you could see if it finally worked.

“Fuck, I’m sweating. I really hope it worked this time, Baby. We’ve been trying so hard”. You sat on the countertop, Sonny standing between your legs, his arms resting on your shoulders. He had to admit, he was nervous too. He’d always dreamed of being a father and he wanted it more now that he was with you.

“We’ll try again if it didn’t, Doll. Promise ya. Gives me a chance and an excuse to keep fucking my wife into our mattress”. He nibbled at your ear, grinning hearing you giggle and push him away teasingly. The timer startled you both when it went off, grabbing it you looked at Carisi with nervousness in your eyes, picking up the tests. You looked at your husband one last time before looking down at the tests. You saw two lines one and the other simply said ‘pregnant’.

Looking up from the tests, you stared at him is disbelief, simply muttering a small, “We’re pregnant”. Those two words set off a sugar rush in Sonny, he picked you up and spun you around, laughing at your squeals and giggles before finally putting you down. Leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, happiness shone on his face, a healthy glow on yours.

“We’re gonna be parents, Belleza…We’re gonna be parents”.

Staring into each other’s eyes, you both realized you’d finally achieved happiness and you decided there and then that you could be with him for hours and hours and never grow tired of his prescience.

“Hours and hours and hours…”

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A/N: Lazy little scenario because Sonny deserves the absolute best.

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Revenge. (Detective!Sonny Carisi x Black AFAB!Reader)

Genre: Fluff.

Warning; S20 E4 SPOILERS. Talks of Rape, Assault, Death, Incels.

Synopsis: You and your partner Sonny work as a “couple” to get a confession out of a peep who happens to be an incel. Everyone thinks you played too well at being a couple and that gets Sonny thinking if it’s time to tell you he loves you.

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A/N: SONNY DESERVES THE DAMN WORLD. I WILL WRITE FLUFF FOR HIM FOREVER! Also needed an excuse to use this gif and gush about how good he looked during this episode.

To say tension had been bubbling between you and Sonny was an understatement. You and Sonny had been friends and partners for 3 years now. He was the first person to welcome you into SVU with open arms and took you under his wing. You’d had a crush on Carisi from the beginning but his on/off relationship with Rollin’s had prevented you from ever saying a word to him about it. You thought he could absolutely never look at you the way he looked at Rollin’s. That fateful day you looked into his eyes after she’d left him heartbroken once again, you saw he no longer loved her as a partner, but now as a friend and that little glimmer of hope came rushing in. You just…didn’t want to be hurt.

Amanda and you were bestfriends, hell, after she and Sonny broke up for good she was the one to tell you to go for it. Being the bashful, self loathing person you are, you vowed you’d never. Although, it was clear to anyone that had eyes the way yours lingered on Sonny and his on you when you weren’t watching.

One day in the office, investigation had been going strong into serial rapes and assaults on couples in their homes. A man masquerading as a pizza delivery man wearing a motorcycle helmet would whack the boyfriend before raping the girlfriend at gunpoint all while referring to them both as “Chad” and “Stacey”. Names dubbed by incels. Stacey’s were attractive unattainable to incel women swept off and ‘stolen away’ by equally as attractive men aka Chad’s.

Two rapes had occurred with the same MO. The boyfriend assaulted, girlfriend raped all the while being called Chad and Stacey but the third rape…The MO changed. Beth, the second victim had led the team to her stalker ‘Rylie Porter’, while in custody the third rape occurred and this time…It had become fatal. The boyfriend was shot this time, right above his eye but something else changed. This time the perp called the boyfriend by his name instead of Chad…He was John. It turned into a twisted web of incels rape trading and now murder was thrown into the mix. It was time to get Riley to talk.

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“Phalluspower” Risi had said out of nowhere, reading something from his screen when Fin walked pass, sarcastic remarks and perfectly timed quips at the ready.

“I wouldn’t say that too loud, bro”.

“It’s Riley’s incel handle”. Carisi told him showing him the screen, the dark web went deep but Sonny had finally, finally found the den for the incels.

“How do you know”? Fin wondered, focused on the screen now in curiosity if Sonny had something they could use to their advantage.

“There’s a lot of messages here, leading up to the date of the first rape all to somebody who calls himself, Hateful-One”.

“Rapist #2”? This was something you could use, gain leverage against Riley with. He was weak, a coward. It wouldn’t be hard to break him and anyone else involved in this, you thought.

“One way to find out”.

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That conversation is what led to you and Sonny acting as two detectives in love. A couple. You were now Chad and Stacey. Carisi was the kinda handsome that Incels absolutely hated and you were the kinda gorgeous that Incels wanted to ‘conquer’ being in your prescence would sure break Riley down. He was little when he no longer had his gun or helmet.

“I told you! I didn’t rape that girl”.

Walking into the room with Riley was Carisi, you were already there wearing a simple pencil skirt with a blazer, Riley’s eyes looked at you immediately. Somewhat intimidated, angry, and ready to blow up at any second just being in your vicinity.

“I believe you Riley, I do. Because, uh, ya raped this one”. Sonny threw the folder down, a picture of Anne now in front of Riley’s face. This made you sick, these guys were all the same. As soon as they were caught they cowered, barely a speck in the warm, damp interrogation room. It was amusing.

“I don’t know her”. Riley countered.

“Mm. But your friend does”. Putting down the folder, Sonny rests his hand on the desk, looking Riley right in the eye. You didn’t know why but he looked impossibly attractive, his aura exuding power and authority. You were trying to keep your eyes off of him and focus on the suspect but Sonny was always a distraction to you.

“What friend”? Riley maintained, you had to admit. The guy was alright at acting like he didn’t give a shit but you could still see that he was nervous and shifty.

“The one you’ve been messaging on your private little incel messaging boards”.

Riley looked confused for a moment before Carisi continued, “Yeah, a lot of nooks and crannies on the Darkweb. Took us awhile, Riley but we found you”

“Hateful-One. Oh, did I, uh, mention that i love your handle? Phalluspower? That’s very clever”. Carisi was going in for the kill and it was almost time for you to speak up. Riley was still glancing your way, still with angry shifty eyes.

“Anyway, you’ve been writing to Hateful-One quite a bit”.

He starts reading from the chat logs, making Riley gulp still trying to keep up the facade of calm coolness but you saw right through him, “Your turn, bro. You wrote that on the day that Anne Whitman was raped. Hateful-One responds ‘My pleasure’, and then the next day. Boom. It’s Beth Palmers turn”.

“You’re dreaming”. Riley scoffs.

“Oh, I am”? Carisi counters, “Well I got a whole room full of computer geeks that say different”.

You finally stepped up, smiling when Riley took notice of you, “You wanna know what I dream about, Riley”?

“I don’t wanna talk to her”. Cowardice.

“I dream about standing up in court, at your sentencing hearing and saying that 20 to life is too short for conspiracy to commit three rapes, two assaults, and a murder”. Riley was avoiding eye contact but you and Carisi made sure he could see any small display of affection between you two. Carisi gently rubbing up and down your back to soothe your anger had Riley’s jaw clenching but hearing about the murder seemed to genuinely confuse him.

“What are you talking about”?

You looked to Carisi, biting your lip in amazement, letting out a small humorless chuckle, addressing Carisi first before leaning over Riley “Babe, Awe”.

“Aha, your buddy didn’t tell you? Okay, cause see not only did he rape Carol Solomon. He put a bullet through John Quinn’s head. He was her fiancé”. Putting your hand up to his temple like a gun, you emphasize for effect, “Boom”.

“Riley, do you know the difference between concurrent and consecutive sentences”? Carisi asked him and you could finally tell you’d gotten Riley’s attention and it was absolutely joyful seeing the fear in his eyes.

“One means your ass is ours”. You smiled, hovering over his shoulder while you spoke, “The other? Your ass is ours forever”. Walking by him, you move to sit on the table, watching the words sink in for Riley.

“Riley”? Carisi went in for the kill knowing you had him in the palm of your hands, his eyes shifted from you to Carisi then to the table, “Who’s Hateful-One”?

“Chris Carnasis”. And boom, the fish caught the bait, “He— He lives in Riverdale, he works at Whole Foods b-but he didn’t kill anyone either”

“Who did”? You pressed, raising a brow.

“A guy Chris met online, IronCross X. I don’t know his real name”.

You and Sonny looked at each other, smirking before leaving Riley to himself.

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The chemistry between the two of you was obvious. Behind the glass was Benson, Fin, and Rollin’s. They’d witnessed the entire thing go down and when you came out of the room, Amanda’s smirk was huge. Benson’s brow was raised in suspicion when she looked at the two of you.

“That was amazing work, guys. I almost thought you were actually a couple…Are you”? Olivia asked, straightforward and to the point was the way she’d always worked. You were blushing just thinking about being in a relationship with Dominick, but that was just that. A dream. He’d never like you, you were sure he’d probably been dating someone after his mutual breakup with Amanda. If he was, he’d been hiding it extremely well. Even so, you rolled your eyes at the accusations.

“Don’t worry, Lieu. We would’ve told you if we were, you are Mama Bear after all”. You teased her, smiling with your dimples on full display, not going unnoticed by Sonny and Sonny watching you didn’t go unnoticed by Rollins. So, she spoke up. She was tired of you two dodging your feelings for one another.

“You will be soon enough. With the eye contact and subtle touches in that interrogation room? I can tell you love each other”. Amanda shrugged making you eyes go wide, glaring holes through your bestfriend, red cheeks not at all hidden by your brown caramel skintone. Sonny took notice to this as well.

“Ima gone head and second that. Rollin’s is right”. Fin butts in.

“Just let me know when it does happen, alright”? Benson rolled her eyes, looking at the three of you. You and Sonny stood there frozen watching Olivia leave to get to work with Stone. You couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that she had said when and not if and that neither you nor Sonny had corrected or argued with any of them about it.

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You had stayed late that night, finishing up some paperwork before finally heading to the lockers to change and go home. You had thought you were the only one there so undressing down to your underwear wasn’t a big deal to you. You put on your tank top, left in a tank top and panties while searching for your shorts. You thought you were alone. That was, until you heard someone clear their throat.

You flinched a little, about to grab your gun when you inhaled a familiar scent, spinning around to face Dominick in the flesh. You were still reeling from the incident where you were both teased and had predictions onto your relationship…er…friendship?

“Shit, Dom. You scared me”. You grabbed at your chest, grabbing your shorts. You didn’t even notice Sonny’s eyes raking over your figure or the lick of his lips after he finally looked back up at your face.

“Hey, Doll. I’m sorry for scaring ya, I was just here late doing some paperwork and I, uh, thought you might need a ride”? He offered, your car was in the shop so you’d be taking the train for the last couple of days and whew was it getting tiring to do. You eyes landed on his, sweetly. He thought you looked like an angel with those kind, gentle eyes.

“Y-yeah sure, I’d like that”. You stammered, not particularly one to pass up a chance to be in the same car as Dominick for the 30 minutes it took to get you home. You always did like to be in his company, even before you’d gained your humongous crush on him. He was always the sweetest one on the team and the best damned partner out there.

“Alright…Um. Do you wanna go to mines by any chance? We can order takeout like we used to and watch cliché horror movies again”. That smile was dangerous, how could you say no to Sonny of all people? You simply couldn’t. Putting your shorts and shoes on, you grab his hand and smile again. So sweet it gave him a tooth ache.

“Of course, Son. Missed hanging out with my favorite person”.

His heart skipped too many beats after hearing that.

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In the car, at first things were silent except for the sound of the radio blasting who knows what and you nor Dominick seemed to care. Too wrapped up in your own thoughts of one another. How oblivious to each other’s love could two people be? No wonder Amanda was frustrated. After finally pulling into his driveway Sonny sighed, turning the music off. It was time to finally come clean. He was in love with you. Somehow, he thought he always had been. Even while with Amanda.

Your head snapped up, looking over at him. Your throat had a lump in it and you’d gotten redder without him even doing a thing yet, “Today was crazy, huh? You did a good job out there, Sweetheart”. your heart leaped at the name, chewing on your lower lip from habit.

“You did amazing too, Son. It was real convincing, I guess. Benson, Fin, and Rollin’s sure thought so”. You giggled nervously, your eyes moving down to your hands when he grabs one of yours into his. Looking into your eyes seriously now. You gulped.

“It was kinda funny, Ya’know Rollins kept talking about how we were in love with each other and it made me redder than a tomato and uh…” he paused, brushing some braids out of your face to see you better, you smiled shyly, your eyes kept leaving his for intervals but they always came back and Sonny enjoyed it. It was amusing to see you so flustered, and he couldn’t lie, knowing you were flustered because of him was even better.

“Yeah”? You spoke meekly, swallowing down. Your throat felt a bit dry, you weren’t ready for this. Well, you were but you had never expected this to happen. You never thought he could possibly love you back but the way he looked into your eyes and caressed your cheek so tenderly, you could feel the love in his touch. His eyes left yours momentarily, looking down at your lips, your breath hitched when his thumb brushed over your bottom lip gently, he looked entranced. Looking back up at you, he smiles a bit.

“She was right. God, Doll…I-I’ve been in love with you for so long. Hell, probably even while Amanda and I were still dating. You just…Ya have a hold on me so deep and everytime I see those beautiful eyes of yours staring back at me? I feel at home. I feel complete. And and…I’m sorry”. With each word your heart thumped in your chest louder and quicker than ever, when he apologized you were a bit confused.

“What are you sorry for, Son”? You asked quietly, slightly getting bolder with your touches, moving your hand to his cheek. He chuckled, his adam apple bobbing up and down before he finally spoke. He was so beautiful. Your precious boy.

“For ignoring that look in your eyes. I could tell you loved me, I-I was just afraid. Ya’know? Just scared I couldn’t possibly be a good lover for ya, Sweetheart”.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his words, you knew Sonny could be an insecure person at times, he’d gone through a lot. You’d never thought his emotions would’ve mirrored yours, your reasons for never confessing coming out of his mouth. It made you sad to think he could actually think of himself as a bad lover. You couldn’t resist yourself, leaning over the seat and pressing your lips to his. Dominick’s eyes widened for a moment before closing, reveling in the taste and feel of your lips against his, finally. Just as magical and full of love and passion as he had dreamed they’d be. God, did he feel like a fool for missing out on your kisses for so long. When you pulled away for air, he had to resist the urge to pull you back. You shook your head while looking at Sonny, full of love, full of care.

“You could never ever ever be a bad lover for me, Risi. Y’know it’s a little funny…I didn’t confess for that same reason”.

Carisi chuckled, wondering how you thought you could ever be a horrible lover for him. Happiness was radiating from the both of you, and he sighed again. Nervous for his next question.

“I-I know this is sudden and I’m definitely taking you out for a real date, Doll but, uh, I don’t think I can wait to make you mine. So”? You understood completely, you didn’t wanna spend another moment as anything but Carisi’s girl, leaning over you peck his lips again and nod.

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Sonny. Of course”.

He laughed, ready to get inside to cuddle you and watch movies, eating unhealthy takeout, “I guess we do have to tell Benson, huh”?

You nodded and mirrored his giggle, “Yeah, better give Amanda her props too. She was right”.

“Pretty sure the precinct has been waiting for this, Sweetheart”.

“Then let’s fulfill their wishes, Dominick”.

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You kept your relationship quiet for a month, just to piss Amanda and Liv off a little bit but when you finally did disclose, neither were surprised and both were extremely happy to finally see the two most oblivious dumbasses together after staring at each other longingly for years now. You used any chance you get to “sneak” to the lockers and get a little kiss or two in before going back to work but Liv always noticed, seeing you holding his hand while giggling as the two of you ran off for a moment.

“They’re horrible at sneaking but…I’m happy for them. It’s been a long time. Carisi’s loved Y/n for too long and vice versa”. Liv told Rollin’s as they watched you two sneak off again.

“Me too, but I wish I hadn’t lost $50 to Fin betting that it’d be awhile before they finally got together”.

Liv only rolled her eyes at this.

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In the lockers, you two were like high schoolers giggling and stealing kisses from one another.

“Think they know we’re gone, Son”?

“They watched us walk right out and smiled, Doll. Think they know”.

You both laughed for a moment before the atmosphere changed, you kissed again, longer this time. Sparks erupting like the very first time you’d kissed. When you pulled away, you looked into each other’s eyes for awhile before Sonny broke the silence.

“Before we go back, Doll…I love you. So damned much”.

You smiled, kissing his cheek, “I love ya more, Dom”.

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A/N: This was the sweetest thing I’d ever written.

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BLOOD BROTHERS.(Nick Amaro x Black AFAB ADA!READER)

Genre: Fluff/Smut.

Warnings; EPISODE SPOILERS, Mentions of violence, death, rape, teen pregnancy, abortion (pro-lifers do not interact.), bitchy rollins, female receiving oral, soft degradation, oral fixation, spitting in mouth, pet play, all that good stuff. that is all.

Synopsis: Getting close with the devishly handsome Nicholas Amaro during a particularly daunting case was amazing, made even better when his possessive side starts to show over little ole you.

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

You had been working alongside SVU for five years but had gone to do some work in Chicago for awhile, now you were back and absolutely ecstatic about it. You and the team went way back, especially you and Benson, having had a sister type relationship before your departure.

Now that you were back there was definitely some fresh faces on the team, especially that of the delectable looking delicious Nick Amaro. You had caught his eyes the moment you stepped into the precinct, riding with him and Benson to go talk to Ella Mendez, a 13-year-old girl who was found to be pregnant at a catholic school and had fainted during a play. He’d been watching you since you got there, the way you carried yourself was alluring. 4C dark brown hair into a mohawk atop your head, a tight grey pencil skirt with a white top tucked into it and a blazer paired with it. Confident and sure of yourself, a sexy inviting smile. Amaro would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you but he’d also be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed you checking him out as well. Only a matter time before the glances escalated into flirting and flirting escalated into more.

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“Doctor said the girl presented without any signs of abuse, her hymen is intact, there’s no sign of external trauma”.

Benson was explaining as the three of you walked into the hospital where Ella and her grandmother were getting checked out. You always hated these cases the most when they involved a child. They always had you going home and hugging your own tot a little closer to your chest. Phoebe meant everything to you, you didn’t know what you’d do if something had happened to her. She was all you had. Her father was a deadbeat and your family had disowned you after finding out you were bisexual. Truly, Phoebe and SVU was your only family.

“And she won’t say who the father is”.

“Poor girl must be scared out of her mind”.

You and Benson went back and forth while Amaro listened carefully to the details. Having this conversation with Olivia made you realize just how much you’d missed working with SVU and your little family. When you rounded the corner to see a scared kid, only 13. Your heart lurched a bit before continuing.

“There’s Ella. She’s clinging to her grandmother”

“Could be why Ella won’t open up” Nick started, getting an idea and a way to show off his charm to you and Benson…Mostly you, “Wait, just give me a minute…Aside from the spanish? Abuelita’s love me”. he gave a dimpled smile and winked at you before walking off to Ella and her grandmother.

You giggled to yourself and asked Benson, “He’s your new partner”?

“Uh, no. I’m just showing him the ropes”. She replied in a way that told you instantly how much she missed Stabler.

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This whole case turned out to be a damned mess, now that you were all made aware that the father was Ella’s age it made it clear statutory was out of the window and you couldn’t exactly charge a little boy for having sex with a girl his own age mixed with the fact he was Tripp Raines, son of an Ambassador.

Benson however, was struggling with letting it go so you’d decided to get Ella’s statement once more and what Ella was describing was a rape. Arturro brought her to a party at the Raines, Tripp got her drunk, forced her into bed although she said no, and assaulted the poor thing.

But you knew jurors wouldn’t see it that way, especially with his parents being powerful, putting an already traumatized little girl on the stand would fuck Ella up even worse. You knew they’d use the ambassadors status as a way to tell jurors this was all a way to blackmail the Raines and it’d turn into a huge mess. When you told Benson? A fight was set off.

“Okay, Counselor. There’s not much doubt there”. Amaro tells you after Ella discloses.

“I don’t know”. You sighed.

Benson raised a brow, “What do you mean you don’t know? She’s describing a rape”!

“Sexual misconduct, if we’re lucky and with his legal team? Consensual”.

Benson scoffed, a humorless laugh leaving her throat, “Are you kidding me? She’s 13”!

“So is he, so technically, that means—” Benson cut you off, anger emanating from her being.

“The lemonade was spiked. She was a virgin, she said that it hurt. She was crying, she said no”!

Amaro stood watching you two carefully, hoping nothing popped off but the air was getting tense and although you were the calmer out of you and Benson, he could see you were getting angry as well.

“There was no outcry afterward. He sent her flowers. Even Ella told you that she thought that they were gonna get married”.

“That’s his game”. Amaro talked calmly hoping to diffuse the situation, “I mean, he knows how to take advantage of girls like this”.

“Do you have any way of backing that up? Ella has changed her story three times. We can’t even prove that she’s carrying his baby! I mean, unless you want my office to compel a fetal DNA test”.

“No, No, No. It took a long time to earn her trust”.

“I’m sure it did”.

You’d messed up, both you and Amaro grimaced once the words left your lips. Benson turned around, now standing right in front of you with anger and curiosity in her eyes.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean”? Benson asked, arms crossed in front of her, “Counselor? What the hell does that mean”?

Amaro could see the situation had now boiled over and wanted to get out of there to give you two some privacy and get out of the line of fire, “Uh, I’ll go jump on the, uh, CAC paperwork”.

You and Benson kept staring each other down. You hated butting heads with anyone on the team but sometimes seeing eye to eye wouldn’t always be the outcome.

“Look, Olivia, okay. I understand you’ve been going through a lot”. You started but that only pissed her off more.

“Oh no. Don’t you dare patronize me”.

This was when you’d finally had enough yourself, rolling your eyes and gearing up for your own argument, you were an ADA after all.

“You’re off! What I saw? Your anger pushed her disclosure”.

“I’m off? You know what I see? An ADA who’s too afraid to follow the facts because the family has too much muscle. You and your office has lost your nerve”.

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For the next few days, you had never been so stressed and tense since your last big Chicago case. You and Benson hadn’t communicated outside of work in days and you missed her. She was like a role model for you, you looked up to her.

“I just got a call from the Raines’ family lawyer. They’re worried I’m about to indict Tripp”.

“And that leverage upsets you, Counselor”? Benson asked.

It had gone like that for the next week or so, Olivia was snippy with you and it cut deep each time. You knew, she knew it wasn’t your fault but Benson was tough and stoic. It’d take her a few days to get over this.

When the case was finally over and Olivia had finally come to tell you that Arturo had killed Tripp after finding out the Ambassador was his father too, apologizing for how she’d treated you, you were relieved. A complicated case was now most likely a clear cut one and Arturo would be charged accordingly. You were glad to have your friend back but now you needed to ditch the blazers and pencil skirts and get a damned drink. Agreeing to go out with Olivia and the team and maybe getting to see Detective Amaro out of his work attire. Olivia gave you a wink when she told you the last part.

“Oh and uh…dress cute. Detective Amaro will be there”.

She knew you all too well.

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That night you were the last to arrive at the bar, your hair had taken awhile to tackle, wearing a dress that wasn’t too dressy nor too casual and insanely comfortable to dance in because you knew after a little liquid courage you’d be out on the dance floor. When you walked in, you quickly spotted the teams table, hearing hoots and whistles as you walked up from everyone but Nick…Nick’s jaw was dropped to the floor. The man who had a lot to say was now speechless, staring you over. All he could think of was your curves in that dress, along with that damned smile on those all too gorgeous, glossy, plumped lips of yours.

(Your Hair and Dress)

“Hola, boys and girls! We ready to get this party started”? you asked, sliding up next to Nick and sitting down on a stool. Rollin’s side eyed you at this. She’d been eyeing Amaro for awhile now but it looked like he was taking no interest in her and seeing how he’d reacted to your entrance brought out her notorious petty side.

“Hey, Y/n. Isn’t that uh a little dressy for a bar”? Amanda asked, raising her brow. You knew she was trying to be petty, you saw how she looked at Nick and he looked at you but you weren’t about to stoop low over a man you weren’t even sure was attracted to you in the way you wanted him to be.

“You know I like to be a little extra, lovely. I mean these curves deserved to be shown off outside of a courtroom”. You winked at her and Amaro silently agreed with your words, his eyes hadn’t left your curves since you entered.

“I think she looks gorgeous. Don’t you, boys”? Benson spoke up, directing her attention to Nick and Odafin.

“You look good, girl! Do a spin for us” Odafin cheesed, he was like a father figure to you. Always had been. When you did a little twirl, Nick was snapped out of his trance, your coconut body butter invading his nose in the best way possible. He watched you and smiled, giving a wolf whistle.

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You had spent the night drinking and dancing with the Detectives eyes on you all night, you were a drink to take in and you knew exactly how to move your hips in a way that could send even the most loyal man into a one man battle with inner temptation.

Rollins hated watching this, Nick was practically drooling over you and she was tired of it. She’d been picking with you all night, little sly comments about the way you dressed, even at one point comparing your dress to that of a working girl. Everyone could see you were getting fed up. Nick was too.

The night was winding down and you rejoined the table after finally getting to dance with Nicholas, when you got back to the table, mostly everyone there was drunk or had left for home. The only ones there now were you, Nick, Benson, and Amanda.

Being the only two mildly tipsy people there, you and Nick were still perfectly able to talk without stuttering and think clearly. Amanda not so much. She had nitpicked almost everything about you so far, now it was time to nitpick your living arrangements, apparently.

“So, Y/N. You live in that big ole house by yourself, girl? With all that dancing you did, would’ve thought you were going home with someone tonight. Eyes sure were on you”. She said the last part bitterly and you were about to bite back when Nick stepped in for you.

“Actually, I thought I’d accompany, Miss Y/LN home”

“About time”

Benson smirked, downing one last drink. Amanda’s face dropped noticeably. Your cheeks were red and on fire, Nicholas took that chance to let his hand wrap around your waist, resting on your lower back, you said your goodbyes and left.

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In the car it was silent but you felt the need to speak up and thank him for what he’d done, “Hey, uh, thank you for that back there. I honestly don’t know why Amanda feels so threatened by my presence”.

Amaro knew. He and Amanda had hooked up one drunken night but he’d decided it wasn’t for him and she’d been trying to get his attention again since it had happened and these past weeks, she could definitely see the way Amaro’s eyes sparkled each time the counselor had walked in. He sighed, grabbing one of your hands, “I think I know why”.

Explaining the entire thing to you, he tries to make sure you don’t get uncomfortable at any point. Now knowing his feelings for her. When he finished his little speech, he looked over to you and you were smiling real big. Blinding. Your beauty never failed to leave the man speechless.

“Whatchu smiling so hard for”? He asked, gaining an eye roll from you. Something about Amanda being threatened by you because of Nicholas lighted a fire under your ass. You felt protective and possessive.

“Just waiting for you to ask me out so Amanda being threatened by me can finally be warranted”.

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After that night, you and Nick had been on quite a few dates. He’d finally asked you to be his girlfriend one month in and was quite the gentleman when it came to you. Touching you with a tenderness that no one had ever given you before. He was the perfect man but you wished for more. Ready to take your relationship to the next step. He’d met Phoebe and you’d met Zara and Gil, although completely by accident, and they’d fallen in love with you too but that wasn’t the next step you were waiting for.

He was so gentle, handling you with care but you’d be lying if you hadn’t dreamt of him pinning you down and fucking into you relentlessly, roughly. Owning you and going feral the moment he’d laid eyes on you in the nude. It’d gotten so bad you started daydreaming publicly. You didn’t push it, but maybe you wouldn’t have to. When new Detective Dominick ‘Sonny’ Carisi arrived, Nick was on alert everytime you were in the office. Sonny certainly didn’t mind a little eye candy.

One day, you’d come to the precinct to have lunch with the Detectives and especially Amaro, sitting at his desk while waiting for him, you zoned out, daydreaming once again about your handsome boyfriend Nicholas. Impure thoughts filled your mind and you were pretty sure you’d almost moaned before Carisi snapped you out of it, giving you that charming, polite smile of his.

“Earth to Y/N? Somethin’ on ya mind, doll”? He asked, rolling up the sleeves of suit shirt, sitting on the corner of Nicks desk. Unbeknownst to the both of you, Nick was back and his jaw was clenched watching Carisi chat you up. Nick had always been a possessive person and he didn’t like seeing you laughing and smiling that blinding smile of yours at the wrong man.

“Not at all, Risi. Just zoned out, guess I was in my thoughts”. You smiled sweetly at him, and Sonny couldn’t help but pat your head, you were like SVU’s little sister. You could always count on affection from the team. Danger however watched from afar.

“Ah, A hardworking woman. The team is going out for drinks later, you should come. I know Nick would love to see ya there”. Carisi winked at you, gaining a small giggle. Nick was still watching, Rollins went up to him, partially to check on him and partially because she loved to flirt with him even while knowing he and you were together.

“Mm, I dunno. Kinda wanna dive into my bed early tonight. Thanks anyway, I need to go find Nicky” Standing up, You kiss Carisi’s cheek which wasn’t out of the ordinary for you, you’d often left kisses on all the teams cheeks but because it was Carisi in particular. Nick was ticked off, barely listening to a word Amanda had to say. She could tell she was losing his attention when you were waltzing up towards them so she took her leave and let the two of you be.

“Detective. You didn’t come get me for our lunch, where were you”? You pouted, Nick’s face softened a little at your words but his eyes darkened when they wandered down to those plump lips of yours, he could just imagine them wrapped around his cock, he was drowning in fantasies of you, wrapped in his own thoughts, he barely heard you talking again, “Ayo, earth to Nicholasss” you singsonged, watching him snap from his trance.

“Sorry, Bebita. Hmm, How about you come over later? I’ll cook us dinner and we’ll have a nice night in, yeah”? He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his eyes on your lips once again. It was time for you to leave but you were cursing the Gods in your head that you had to leave the man in front of you.

“Sounds good. Too bad I have to leave, gimme lips before I go”? Nick chuckled, he absolutely adored your little quirks and how you’d ask for kisses. He’d be lying if he said he was thinking about eating anything but you tonight. Especially with the image of you and Carisi fresh in his mind, he was fully prepared to show you who you belonged to, tonight. Pressing his lips to yours and ignoring the hoots and hollers in the background. Just savoring your kiss before you had to leave once more. Waiting for tonight would be torture for him.

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Nick was never prepared for how sexy you were, you’d come over that night wearing your work clothes, nervously asking if you could take a shower. Hell, he didn’t mind. He told you to stay the night while you were at it but he absolutely wasn’t prepared to see you clad in one of his t-shirts, fitting like a dress on your curvy body, he could just barely see your underwear through the nearly translucent white fabric, blue lace. He was a man starved. He’d cooked as he said he would, making lasagna, pouring some champagne but Amaro was far from focused on dinner. His eyes were stuck to your body, especially your thighs. They were thick, you had beauty marks and freckles all over your body, including your face and they were even more prominent on your thighs. He wanted them wrapped around his head while he ate you out like you were his last meal.

Just as you were about to sit down, Amaro shook his head and beckoned you over, pulling your plate over to him. You were flustered when you realized he wanted you to eat while sitting on his lap, you came over to his side of the table and sat on his lap. Nick almost popped a boner then and there, “You know I can sit in my own chair, right? Sir”? that name. It dripped from your tongue with a devious intent, he knew you could finally see the hunger in his eyes. If he wasn’t hard when you sat down, he was surely hard now, “I know, I know but it’s much better eating with you in my lap, Princesa”.

The two of you ate in silence for a moment, although the sexual tension could be chopped through with a cleaver. When dinner was finally done, you’d stood up. You were sure he wouldn’t allow you to, but teasing was so damn fun.

“Since you cooked, I’ll handle the dishes. Wait for me”? There was a certain lilt in your voice that let him know you were trying to tease, rile him up, fuck up his self control. He wouldn’t fall for it.

“Nah, Querida. Let’s do them together”. He smirked, finally remembering what had made him so angry earlier. He was shedding his soft mood, his dominance and aggression starting to show once more. Standing up, he grabs some of the dishes and guides you to the kitchen. With the dishes in the sink, he glides up behind you, caging you in while you started washing, the biggest distraction ever, you thought.

“So, uh. You and Carisi looked super friendly today, Mi Diosa”. His voice was low, dark. Sent shivers down your spine, his grip on your hips was firm, possessive, you loved seeing him like this. Something about the possession radiating from him turned you on, had you weak in the knees.

“We were talking because he’d seen me all zoned out. Sonny’s cute, a gentleman. You know him. You jealous, Detective”? Cute? His jaw set, grip on your hips eased up for a moment when he removed the dishrag from your hands and spun you around to face him, his eyes were dark, staring right through your soul.

“Don’t play with me, Mujer” It didn’t seem possible but his voice got even deeper as he looked down at you, he seemed bigger than usual, you felt small under his gaze. Like a lion hunting a gazelle, he was waiting. Waiting for your next move, he thought you’d be timid and shy but the brattiness inside of you was begging to be released and his words only spurred you on further, your eyes were on him. He saw the defiance and was ready to play. “Or what”? You tilted your head, feigning innocence, “Go ahead, Tell me what happens if I just…Push a few buttons. Y’know like maybe…This one”? You teased, lifting the shirt a little, the shirt that had been bothering him all fucking night, he could now see those lace blue panties clearly and spotted a wet spot. Something that made him go even crazier for you, suddenly he was throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to his bedroom. Tonight he was gonna let go and go feral, tomorrow he’d make love to you but he was 100% sure he wouldn’t be able to control his toughness tonight. Not after seeing you with Carisi but…He was always the possessive type and you loved every minute of it.

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When you got to the room, he threw you onto the bed, crawling in between your legs and stripping you and himself down stark naked, not taking any time. His lips were on yours, biting down on your bottom lip and tugging slightly, the kiss was rough, full of passion, almost like the two of you were starved mad for one another, his tongue exploring you, savoring the kiss until you had to pull away for a breath. He looked at you through his dark lashes and his mouth curled into a grin, “I’ve been wanting this for so long. Touching myself, stroking myself to the thought of you. I’m gonna make you cum from my fingers and mouth alone before I finally fuck that gorgeous pussy of yours, Querida. Wanna see you unfold for me” His voice made you clench your thighs, Nick only chuckled and forced your legs back open, “When I’m done, you won’t fucking know your own name let alone Sonny’s”.

He started out slow, his tongue testing the waters. He kissed up and down your inner thighs, making sure to leave marks there. He loved the way your lip was between your teeth, struggling not to whine or whimper and he was just getting started, “Sensitive” he mumbled, mostly to himself. Moving up to look at your cunt for a moment, he wanted to picture this moment forever. He couldn’t take it any longer, leaning in, his tongue grazes your folds just barely before his lips goddamned locked around your clit. God, if only he could take a video of how your back arched and you struggled to keep in your moans.

“Let them out for me, Beautiful. I wanna hear you”. Nick looked into your eyes for a moment before diving in like a man starved, licking a stripe up your cunt, groaning at the taste. He was doing things you weren’t used to, no man had ever taken you this high from his tongue alone. The way he worked his mouth was insane, moans were dripping from your lips like a symphony. Music to Amaro’s ears, his own personal love song. When he added two fingers, you instantly clenched around his fingers, it was amusing. He was enjoying your reactions a little too much, along with the taste of you on his tongue, his cock was hardening against the sheets. That’s when he felt that familiar quiver, the way your moans strained, dragged out, you were about to cum. He didn’t stop his momentum nor did he change it, knowing that could ruin your high in seconds. Your legs shook, that coil in your stomach uncoiling. The second your cum hit his tongue, he lapped it up like a dog with a bowl of water. He couldn’t stop, not even with your legs shutting over his head from overstimulation. When he finally let you calm down, he didn’t look deterred at all. That beautiful smirk once more appearing on his face.

“Oh, Darling. You got more for me”.

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He slid on a condom, when you looked down, you were pleased to see a nicely sized cock, not too big nor small and it wouldn’t hurt you or split you in half like some cocky ass men wanted it to, “Amaro, Fuck me. Please, Sir. Please”. The way you begged for him, pleaded for his cock had Amaro crawling on top of you instantly, a switch flipped and he needed you now more than ever. To mark you. To claim you. You were his.

The strokes started off slowly, he rolled his hips into you, drinking in the low whimpers you let out and letting you get adjusted to the stretch, letting out low groans of his own. You were tight, your heat embraced him like you were made for him, your bodies molded, only fitting for the other one. Soon enough his thrusts became rough, alighting a fire within you. Your nails trailed down his back, leaving beautiful red scratches and pain so delicious Nick craved more of it. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, despite the roughness of his hips he still needed you to know the love he held for you. His Queen.

The pleasure was so overwhelming, tears rolled down your cheeks, embarrassingly so. You were a mess and Nick loved it. Watching you fall apart for him, knowing that you were his, he was the only ones making you feel so good. He wiped drool from your mouth before kissing you tenderly, whispering a simple “Open your mouth” before his thumb entered, you eagerly wrapped your lips around it, got it all sloppy with your drool, so fucking sexy. He takes his thumb out of your mouth, wrapping that hand around your throat and replacing his thumb with his spit which you enthusiastically swallowed down. His eyes got impossibly darker when seeing that.

“Such a good Dog for me. So eager. Tell me, Querida…Can Carisi make you feel this good? Can he make you go dumb on his cock? Drooling like a dumbass? No? Cause you’re mine. Fucking mine”.

You whimpered, his hips pressed into you harder, deeper, hitting your G-Spot repeatedly. He knew you could barely speak and definitely couldn’t answer questions, he’d made a mess out of you. He took way too much pride in that fact. It wasn’t long before he took you to the edge of release, just moments before tumbling over and he could tell because that glassy faraway look in your eyes once more returned, “Gonna cum for me, Doll? C’mon, Cum on my cock. Show. me. who. this. cunt. belongs. to”. He emphasized each word with a hard thrust and a grunt, enjoying the look on your face. So pretty. All for him.

“C’mon Pretty girl, Cum for me” He whispers, his voice husky. It was then you were sent over the edge, your toes curled, back arched, eyes rolled back. You clenched tightly around him, had him in a vice grip almost making it hard to move and the fucking moment you started creaming on his cock he was sent over the edge, thrusting relentlessly into you as he came into the condom, although he’d much rather cumming on your body, face, or inside you. Spurt on spurt of his sticky white mess coating your skin. The sheer force of his orgasm had you cumming again shortly after. When he finally collapsed beside you, he smiled. Finding out just how in love with you he really was.

“That deserves a wake up blow job, Nicholas Amaro” You rolled over, putting your head onto his chest. You were sore and achey but also in bliss and deeply in love with the man next to you.

Amaro chuckled, pulling you closer. He nearly purrs into your ear, “Only if I get to taste that delicious pussy again right after”.

“You have a deal, Detective”.

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A/N: fuck. this took days to write and i was sick for all of em. whew! i need holy water after this one, y’all. This was basically an excuse to write possessive Amaro and I knowwwww Sonny didn’t come this soon but humor me? This is NOT canon.

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Safety. (Nick Amaro x Black AFAB Detective!Reader)

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

Warnings: Talks of guns and abuse, Tense violent situation, mentions of blood, mentions of rape and death, Smutty but no full out smut.

Synopsis: Nick had been in love with you since you entered SVU and seeing a gun pointed at your head might just be the kick in the ass he needs to confess.

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

A/N: I told y’all I was gonna make a scenario based on this gif.

From the moment you entered SVU you and Amaro had an unbridled rivalry, always seeming to butt heads with one another. The tension was something worse than Casey and Benson’s. Anyone could tell those two were in love and when they’d finally started dating? No one was surprised. Now everyone was just waiting for that same thing to happen between you and Amaro. It was clear you loved one another and desperately needed to fuck the tension away but both of you were too afraid to speak up. Both stubborn, hard headed, and too tough for your own goods. You were truly the female counterpart of Nick.

You walked onto the scene with your beautiful blonde afro, full lips, beautiful grey eyes, and gorgeous dark skin, almost reminiscent of a solar eclipsed moon. Intelligent and quick witted, stubborn, and hardheaded. You set Nick’s heart aflame with your sharp tongue, sexy smile, and undeniably attractive chuckle. Actually, you set each other’s heart aflame and fighting fire with fire was never a smart idea. He’d met his match.

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“So, how exactly do you take your coffee, Nicholas”? You’d asked, popping a peanut into your mouth. You knew how much Nick hated it when you called him Nicholas but it was so damn fun to see his jaw clenched and his glare trained on you. Maybe even a little intimidating and flustering.

“Black. Let’s just get the coffee and get back to the precinct. The quicker the better”. You could hear the annoyance in his voice and let out a small giggle, about to open the door to the diner when Nick beat you to it, letting you in before him. Even while annoyed by your antics, Nicholas Amaro was still a complete gentleman.

“Black? Ugh. Makes sense because you’re well…you. But, ew”. your face scrunched up in distaste, Amaro smiled secretly, rolling his eyes at your judgements and the way you were still so fucking cute while giving them.

“Uh huh, and how do you take it? Let me guess, 10 pounds of sugar and a buttload of cream? That’s not healthy, Querida”.

You cheeks turned bright red at the nickname, how could someone fluster you while chastising you about your health choices. When you walked in everything seemed normal, everyone was sitting around enjoying their breakfast, although you did notice a lesbian couple having a serious, tense conversation but that wasn’t out of the normal. You decided to keep an eye on it just in case.

After ordering coffee for the squad, there was a relative stillness for a moment before a resounding pop sounded off, you and Nick pulled out your guns, whipping around to see one of the women from the couple from earlier shot square in the head, dead immediately while the other stood over her, sobs wracking through her body. When she noticed the two of you, her gun was now trained on you specifically. Nick’s throat dried when he noticed this.

“Put your guns down or I shoot everyone in here”. She rasped out, her voice thick with regret and guilt. Nick made no moves to put his away but you were always ready to put yourself in danger to save people.

“You don’t need to do that. My partner and I, we’re NYPD. I’m Detective Y/N Y/LN. Now you seem a little tense, stressed. How about you and I talk? We’ve got a little time before my team gets here and I don’t want you to get hurt. What’s your name, honeybun”? you reasoned, putting your gun down and sliding it.

“K-katie. Tell your partner to put his gun down, n-now”.

She seemed fidgety, afraid. This wasn’t something premeditated and since she was beginning to open up to you, you wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Katie? Okay, Katie. He just wants to keep me safe but I promise you he’s not gonna hurt you with me here. Come on, let’s take a seat and talk about this, yeah”? your voice low, unwavering. Nick watched all of this with his gun still trained on Katie but you stood in front of her, blocking his shot while she held her gun on you.

Moving to a booth, You and Katie sit. Almost looking like old friends if there wasn’t a gun pointed at you the entire time. A forced smile on your kind features.

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In the last hour, the situation was calm for a bit. Someone who had snuck out the back called the cops and shortly thereafter Olivia and the rest of the team was outside. Ready to get in but Olivia begged them to give you a few more minutes. You were trained for this, you could diffuse the situation.

In that time you learned what Katie and the woman, now known as Leanne were arguing about and what had led up to this. Leanne and Katie were dating for a few years before Katie had caught her cheating on her with a man. After they’d broken up Leanne found out she was pregnant with his child and when he wouldn’t help, Leanne thought Katie would. Katie had agreed to meet up, bringing her gun with her. Not because she had wanted to kill Leanne but Leanne had always been highly vindictive and abusive to her in their relationship, she knew if she didn’t get her way it’d blow over into a fight most likely.

After refusing to help her, Leanne started to try and extort Katie, since Katie was a stripper and camgirl and her family didn’t know, Leanne threatened to send them links to her sites. When Katie still refused, Leanne was becoming violent, degrading her, gripping her tightly, reminding her how she was so worthless that she’d gotten cheated on with a man, when she tried to grab her and force her out of the booth that’s when Katie pulled out her gun and shot her. Tears threatened to spill the entire time she’d explained to you.

It was all going so well, you were talking her down but when Nick had to reassure Liv that you two and the people in the diner were alright, Katie took notice of him speaking into something and became agitated, not knowing what he had said. It was swift, she had you up, pulled tight against her with the gun now pointed to your head. Nick’s eyes widened when he watched you. Now in danger.

“W-what did you just say, huh!? TELL ME OR I’LL KILL HER”!! She threatened, voice trembling with fear, Nick had his gun on her but he knew he wouldn’t be able to take the shot without risking shooting you by accident.

“Listen, I was just telling our Captain that we were all okay in here. I swear”.

“L-liar! You’re lying! What did you tell them, huh!? To come in and kill me!? If I die, she dies too”!

He looked at you, and you smiled softly, tears in your eyes and fear in your heart. You couldn’t die today, not without telling Nick how much you loved him. God please don’t die today. Please.

“Listen to him, Katie. He’s telling the truth. Our captain needed to know we were alright. C’mon, Katie, We just had a nice conversation, yeah? We can both make it out of here alive. No one needs to get hurt”. You spoke calmly, everyone around you three were sobbing, holding their kids close, praying but you couldn’t afford to sob or pray to a God you didn’t believe in. It came with the job. Right now you needed to be calm and get out alive.

After much consideration, Katie shakes her head, her shoulders slumping slightly. You thought you’d gotten through to her for a moment until she spoke, “No… I killed Leanne, I-I took two detectives hostage. I’m not getting out of here alive and I don’t want to. But you? Neither are you”.

She pushed you away, bluffing slightly. She shot you directly in the leg and Nick immediately to two shots to her abdomen, both you and Katie fell to the ground. One dead and the other bleeding out before the team rushed in the second the shots rang out.

Nick saw you bleeding, and God was he a mess.

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Nick had stayed by your side throughout it all and even though you insisted you’d be fine to get home from the hospital the day you were released with a cast on your leg, he refused to let you go home alone, driving you back himself.

“How’re you feeling, Querida”? He asked, constantly looking over at you to make sure you were okay. He saw how distant you looked and sighed, squeezing the knee of your uninjured leg and that’s when you sighed, looking over to him with stressed smile. Even while terribly exhausted and fragile you still gave that blinding smile he’d fell in love with.

“I’m fine, Nicky. The pain is bearable and I’ve taken pain meds to help calm it down but…I’m just…I didn’t want her to die. She’d been through so much and I had just gained her trust. I-I could’ve saved her, Nick”. you barely spoke above a whisper, looking at him with the most heart tightening expression on your face, sad and guilty. He knew all too well.

“Babydoll, You did the best you could. You calmed her down, kept the customers safe. Katie…You could see that after what she did to Leanne she wanted to die. That wasn’t on you”. He reassured you and took your hand in his, kissing it lightly.

He knew tonight was the night, after almost losing you he needed to confess soon. Life was too short for him to be hesitant on his love for you. After Maria he was scared of loving again but with you, he’d be just fine. He didn’t miss the way you grinned before drifting off into sleep.

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You woke up to yourself being carried into the house. Amaro had the code to it in case of emergencies. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried yourself into his touch, inhaling the sweet husky scent of his cologne.

“C’mon, Mi Amor. We’re back at your house”. He whispered into your ear, setting you down on the couch before going to grab two beers from your fridge and making his way to back to you.

“Thank you, Nicky. Genuinely. I know we butt heads and shit a lot but I care for you. I do.” You smiled warmly at him and patted a seat beside you.

He took a breath and sat down beside you, hugging you gently and pressing a kiss to your temple, “That’s what partners do, Y/N. We take care of each other. Now come on, what should we eat? I’m thinking…Chinese”?

“Ugh, sounds amazing”.

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While you ate and watched a movie, more specifically him watching Bird Box with you for his first time and your thousandth time, you felt his eyes on you several times, it flustered and excited you all at once. You finally decided to break the silence when he’d glanced over at you for the 500th time that night.

“You growing soft for me, Nicholas? You’ve been staring at me all night”. You whispered just enough for him to hear and he breathed out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, it was time for him to come clean. Sitting up, he pulls your legs over his lap carefully and waiting for you to look at him.

“I’m not gonna lie, Y/LN. You scared me out there today. I know you can handle this job, that you’re trained for this, Mi Reina but…seeing that gun pointed at you made my heart stop in my chest”. He swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. You were about to speak but he stopped you, holding your hands in his.

“Look. Since you’ve gotten here, my worlds been turned upside down, Y/N. Working with you has been…God, a dream. We fight daily and seem to hate each other but i think anyone with eyes could see” Your eyes widened slightly, heart pounding rapidly. Was he about to confess? Did he love you too? You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, “I love you, Y/N. So goddamn much and and if anything happened to you today? I would’ve been an absolute mess. When that gun went off and I saw you bleeding…I nearly dropped to my knees”.

Nick’s eyes were so kind, full of love, you could feel the genuineness in his voice, you couldn’t do nothing but tear up yourself, scooting your way into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing multiple kisses to his lips which surprised him to no end but he didn’t complain. He wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed you with everything within his chest. When you both pulled away, breathless, lips swollen and glistening, forehead pressed to forehead, you finally said the words he’d been waiting to hear since you’d arrived at SVU.

“I love you too, Nicholas Amaro. So damn much. Y-you’re my safety. My safety…”

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After that night you’d think the butting heads and sexual tension in the precinct would finally be over but no, now it was more rampant than ever. Especially when you’d gotten yourself in danger once more but this time stupidly so, angering a suspect in custody during interrogation and getting choked before Olivia and Munch rushed in to restrain him. Now Nick was pissed and you equally so, you were both hot heads and that didn’t end just because you were together.

“You almost got yourself hurt, damnit! You shouldn’t have pushed so hard” Nick roared at you, his jaw clenched and back tensed, the precinct could hear the two of you arguing.

“I got him, Nicholas! That’s all that matters, I got the fucking confession didn’t I!? Jeez…” You rolled your eyes, glaring at him from where you stood. He chuckled, a sarcastic smile on his face, nodding he trains his eyes hard on yours, filled with fire.

“STILL! HE CHOKED YOU! You were exactly his type, Y/N. You looked like damn near every victim he’d ever targeted, he saw them in you and t-that’s not fucking okay”. He ranted, walking threateningly closer to you, his eyes still angry yet filled with concern and protectiveness.

You scoffed, standing directly in his face with squinted eyes, “That was exactly the point, Nick and you know it! I played my part and got the pervert to admit what he’d done. I know what I’m fucking doing, I’m trained for this! Stop treating me like a helpless child”!

Steam was practically coming out of his ears, his face red, “Oh yeah? Then stop acting like one”.

“Oh go fuck yourself”! You spat back, the both of you stared each down in anger but now with an underlying emotions— Lust. His eyes kept drifting to your lips, the defiance in your eyes was turning him on a little too much and him being aggressive was turning you on a little too much. That’s when Benson and Rollins walked in.

“Amaro, Y/LN. The entire precinct can hear you two fighting”. Benson seethed, glaring at the two of you like a disappointed mother, Rollins behind her but with more of a smirk on her face.

“Liv, we’re fine”. Amaro tried to say although his jaw was still clenched and his eyes still trained on yours, dark and stirring with arousal. Benson was having none of it.

“Whatever. You two? Home. Now. Y/N got our confession and did good work, now take your asses home. Get some rest”. she ordered and neither of you dared fighting it, nodding your heads you grabbed your things and got ready to leave out of the door when Amanda calls out to the both of you.

“While you’re at it? I can smell the tension from here, have sex already? I’m tired of the stench”.

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While in the car, the tension was undeniable, Nick gripped the steering wheel with a force you hadn’t seen since the time he’d gotten jealous when you and Carisi had to go undercover as a couple and kiss, Carisi’s hands all over your body the entire night. That night he took you home and promptly reminded you of who you belonged to, seeing him like that right now and remembering that night had your thighs squeezing shut. When he finally spoke up, you flinched out of your thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Mi Sirena. Okay? I just- Seeing his hands around your throat pissed me off even more knowing you were exactly his type to fucking rape and murder. Scared me a little, Mi diosa”.

He chuckled, smiling lightly over at you and moving his free hand to your thigh to squeeze a little. You appreciated the apology but your mind was elsewhere right now. Nicholas Amaro had no reason to look that damn good. It was illegal.

Offering an innocent yet far from it smile, you spoke up, driving the man damn near insane.

“No, it’s me who should apologize. You were merely trying to protect me, Sir. Thank you…For always being so concerned for me”.

When he heard the name- That name you knew always brought out a feral, primal side of him, his grip on your thigh suddenly turned harsh enough to leave a bruise. You could feel the lust rolling off him now and knew that you’d accomplished your goal.

“Of course, Mujero. I’m always gonna worry for you but I know you can do this job. Isn’t that right, Mi Cachorro”? His voice was rough, deep, and husky and sent chills down your spine and your breath damn near hitched at the petname he’d reserved only for. He looked to you and smirked, his grip getting even tighter.

“Now, let’s get you home, Pet. I think it’s time you’re reminded your place. Underneath me”.

His arm finally falls from your lap, back on the steering wheel, now concentrating on getting back to your house so he could do exactly what Amanda had told the two of you to do and he intended on making it last all through the night until the sunrise.

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A/N: I know I’ve written only for Amaro but I do have a Carisi one coming out soon, along with another Amaro one because I love him. Enjoy!! <33.

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Okay how do you think YN would react when Amaro got shot on the episode “surrendering Noah” on s16.E23 ?

White Noise (Surrendering Noah) Nick Amaro x Black Fem!Reader

Genre; Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; Blood mentions, Talks of Death, Gunshots (obvs), Sweet Bullshit.

Synopsis; ngl, i never rewatched this episode because i can’t stand to see how it affected olivia, noah, and amaro but this is cute so here we go. here’s how Y/n would react to the court shooting.

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↳ Have you ever heard of white noise? Described as a constant background noise. Mainly one that drowns out all other sounds. Now pair that with seeing a call that your fiancé was shot, and to be prepared for his arrival at your hospital, that he was in critical condition. Everything became white noise in that moment, all sounds melded together into one constant ringing in your ears. Deafening and ugly. Made worse when you had to see him rolled into the hospital.

“Nick! Nick, don’t”!

“Drop it”!

Olivia had called out for Nick to stop but he was already advancing on Johnny D, gun pointed and ready for action. Except, Johnny D was first to shoot, and Nick was quick to go down. When the ambulance came, Olivia made sure to stick beside him calling to alert you after he was taken to the hospital.

“H-he’s okay, right”? You asked, tears welling in your eyes. You gripped your stethoscope tight, your coworkers rushing to your side when they see the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“We don’t know… I’m on my way now, just…I didn’t want you being blindsided”.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you”. Your lips quivered hanging up the phone. You were gutted. This was your worst fear, and the thought of having to relay the news to Zara or Gil that their father had died was making your chest hurt. You were never one to pray to God but in that moment that’s all you felt like doing. Praying for Nick’s life.

When he was finally rolled into the building, you felt nauseous seeing him lying unconscious on the stretcher. The head nurse sees your face and nods her head towards a seat, but you didn’t feel like sitting. You needed to help.

“Where are they taking him”? You asked, your hands shaking watching them walk away with your barely breathing fiancé.

“He was shot in the abdomen and knee. They’re taking him to emergency surgery”.

The final blow. Hearing the severity of the situation knocked the air from your lungs, so close to fainting when Olivia and Rollin’s ran in to see you, gathering you in a huge hug that had caused you to erupt into sobs instantly.

↳ You didn’t sleep, nor eat, until you knew he was safe. It was touch and go for a little while, but he pulled through and he’d be okay, but recovery would be one helluva ride.

The hardest part was not knowing if he’d be okay. You almost wanted to go in and do the surgery your damn self, but you knew you wouldn’t have a steady hand for it. He was too precious for you. Too important.

“Nurse Y/ln? Detective Rollins and Benson”? When your names were called you jumped up in unison, hoping for the best yet prepared for the worst. Your chest was burning, you could almost feel the impending agony, but when it didn’t come you almost leapt for fucking joy.

“He’s stable, the surgery was successful, and you can go see him now”.

Before it could be helped you were crying again.

↳

The first two weeks were horrible. Nick was self loathing, insecure, and at his lowest. He didn’t want see anyone for days, sometimes that included you. You tried your best to console him but Amaro was a prideful tough man, who hated showing vulnerability and it resulted in a fight that turned around and made your relationship stronger than ever.

“You always look like you need to talk about something, Papito” You sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder, in response he scooted away from you and sighed, shaking his head.

“I’m fine, Mi Reina. Stop worrying”.

It was things like that that reminded you of how hard it was to break through Nicholas’ walls and snag a place in his heart. It was frustrating that he’d revert back to not communicating once again.

“But I am worried. You’ve not been yourself, Mar”. You tried to reach for his hand but he moved it away - you bit your lip - This was the hard part about loving a man like Nick, beating down that ego.

“Oh yeah? No fucking shit”.

What you didn’t like was anybody cussing at you like they crazy just because they wanna be mad and shit. Your worry turned into anger fast and you scoffed, “Mm. Attitude”.

Nick chuckled bitterly, “So, I have an attitude? Maybe I just don’t wanna be treated like a fucking child, Y/n. How about that, huh”?

You hum, getting up from the couch to walk away before you said something your mother would’ve whooped your ass for. Amaro, however, didn’t like that and said something he knew would piss you off.

“What? You’re just gonna walk away”? He asked, and that’s when you disappointed your mother. Cause you was bout to get reaaaaal disrespectful. Full government name type thing.

“You crack me the fuck up, boy. You really do. I treat you like a child”? You spun around to face him with an eyebrow raised, “You’re getting your facts mixed up, Doll. I was only trying to help, that’s all I’ve been trying to do”.

“I don’t need a damned therapy session, Y/n. Go find something to do”. He waved you off which made you even angrier, face burning red.

“I’m sorry for caring for you? God, you’re a dick”.

“No one told you to care about me”, He mumbled.

That was your breaking point, his face shot over to you when he heard a small sniffle, “Well, I do. I fucking care about you and your well-being with your stupid dumb face and that stupid dumb smile. I-I know you’ve been hurt before but that doesn’t mean you have to have your guard up all the time. I just want the best for you, that’s all I ever wanted”.

“Y/n…”

“What, Nicholas”?

Nick winced, he could tell you were angry and your clenched fists told him you were on the verge of a panic attack, “Come sit next to me. Please, Gorgeous”? He mumbled, holding his hand out. Taking a deep breath, you grab his hand, falling down beside him, “Thank you for caring about my stubborn ass”.

You bit your lip, and smiled sadly. “I love you, ya big idiot. You know that right? I was just worried”.

Nick grunts, opening his arms so you could lay in them. When you took your rightful spot by his side, Nick was finally content, “I love you too. I know, and I’m sorry for being a huge dick”.

“Yeah, you were a huge dick”.

He chuckled, taking your pinkie in his, “We’ll find out how to deal with this, won’t we”?

“We will” You nodded.

“Promise”?

“The very pinkiest”.

↳ After he was shot, Amaro considered his options - Leaving SVU and moving, or staying. You made it clear you’d support him and move wherever his endeavors took him. Having opportunities of your own set in place.

“Liv and the rest are worried I’m leaving”.

“Should they be”? You asked, picking up your mug and watching your fiancé from your place on the counter.

“Ah, I don’t know”.

Sitting your mug down, you move over to your fiancé, sitting on the table in front of him now, “Do you want to leave”?

“I think I’m in too deep to get out” He sighed, and you shook your head, caressing his cheek.

“No such thing, if you want to leave and move. That’s what we’ll do. If you want to stay, we’ll stay. I’m going wherever you’re going, Nicholas”.

Amaro smiles, admiring your features for a bit before he grab your hand, placing repeated kisses on the back of it.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world”.

↳ Ultimately, he makes his decision, and you stuck beside him throughout it all. He called you his own Wonder Woman (Although you prefer Cat Woman).

You’re lying in bed, after a long day. A party thrown at your home that afternoon, a baby shower for you and Nick’s first kid together. Gil and Zara were staying over that night and after you’d put them asleep, you and Amaro collapsed in your bedroom.

“Liv and Pippa are gonna spoil this child silly”. You groaned, trying to get comfortable in bed but your 4 month pregnancy belly was determined to stop that, at least until Amaro finally just wrapped you up in his arms and held your belly up a little to give you some relief.

“Did you hear Fin though? He wants our child to be a mini version of him”.

“Another Fin? No thank youuu”.

A comfortable silence settled upon the two of you when you started thinking. 4 months ago Nicholas wasn’t sure he was staying at SVU. 4 months ago you and Nick were traveling back n forth from New York to California trying to weigh the pros and cons of living in either state. Now, here you were, and you couldn’t be happier, but was he?

“How do you feel about your decision now”? You asked Amaro outta nowhere.

Groaning, he rests his chin on your head, his hand resting on your bump rubbing in slow circles, “About staying here? With SVU”?

“Mhm”.

“Today we had our baby shower with Gloria, our closest friends, and Zara and Gil around us. Today we saw just how loved our new baby boy or girl will be. I feel…Pretty good about my decisions. You”?

You exhale through your nose, melting into his arms, “Me too”.

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A/N; i refuse to torture myself and watch that episode again after this.

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Twerp. (Nick Amaro x Black Fem Detective!Reader)

Genre: Angsty/Fluff.

Warnings: Child Death, Talks of Child Molestation, Abuse, Miscarriages, Trafficking, Teen Pregnancy.

Synopsis: From the moment you entered SVU it seemed that Nick hated you, and you him. The entire team could tell it was just the opposite but let you both tell it? You despised one another. After a tragedy happens, just how true is that?

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A/N: this gif is officially my excuse to write enemies to lovers with nick. that is all.

He’d never liked you, it was clear, always fighting you on the tiniest things. Nicholas Amaro was a complex person, from the moment you arrived it was as if he had some sorta vendetta against you. Giving you the name twerp as his welcome to SVU gift. You weren’t sure if he’d ever warm up to you, it was especially hard considering you were partners but that didn’t seem to dissuade him from being a complete asshole to you. It’d gotten you both in trouble plenty of times before. Now? You were tired and ignoring it, letting his hate roll off of you and doing your job. Maybe that’s what had set Nick off today. The fact you were done engaging with him and feeding into the constant arguing, maybe he was irritated cause your face hadn’t scrunched up into an annoyed expression when looking at him. It was simply business.

You seemed tense today, there was a case involving a 13-year-old teen who’d been impregnated by her Pimp and she was seeking help but before you could catch up to the pimp, he’d found Alissa first and beat her so badly she’d had a miscarriage and had barely made it out alive. She’d gained the strength to call you before losing consciousness. Nick was aware that your job could be…traumatic but you seemed extremely broken up today, he was concerned and how does one hide that concern? Through “hatred”.

Benson was the only one in the entire precinct who knew you inside and out, she’d been an older sister figure to you for 13 years now, leading you as you worked your way up through academy and being an NYPD officer, now an SVU detective. She was the only one who knew about your past and why this case was particularly hard on you. She’d offered you the rest of the week off but you declined, you wanted to prove you were strong enough to deal with this despite your past. Your nails and lips however reflected the overwhelming anxiety rushing throughout your veins but pride was a hefty thing. Nicholas Amaro knew all about that.

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“Twerp”. Nick spun his chair next to you, smirk loud on his face but you ignored it. Ignored him. You weren’t in the mood today and life was already coming at you heavily and the last thing you needed was Nick trying to push you into an argument. Rollin’s head picked up when she noticed him near you, knowing today wasn’t a good day for you and being an overly protective sister type towards you, she sent a glare his way and a mouthed, ‘Don’t’. Oh how she wished he’d listened.

“I don’t wanna talk right now, Amaro. Annoy someone else”. You warned him, not looking up from your laptop to acknowledge his presence but he wasn’t done, he didn’t like that, didn’t like the fact you called him Amaro instead of Nicholas like you usually did cause you knew he hated it, and didn’t like that you barely acknowledged him; enclosing a hand over yours on your keyboard, “Hey, I know today was a hard case”, he started off so well, his voice was laced with what seemed to be genuine concern, your eyes searched for sincerity in his and you’d even almost teared up but you quickly snapped out of it.

Feet placed firm on the floor, you pushed back your chair and got up to leave, take a breather. Nicholas watched you walk away; Your mind seemed to be a labyrinth and he was seeking to explore it.

Vulnerability. You hated being vulnerable and showing vulnerability, The fact you had almost cried in front of Nicholas made your stomach ache; Maybe taking Benson’s offer wouldn’t be so bad.

Why did he follow you? You just wanted a moment to process this day; A moment you didn’t look down at your paperwork for the afternoon and reread the words ‘Miscarriage’ repeatedly because you weren’t focused and kept zoning in to your cursor blinking as if saying ‘What’s Next?’ and waiting for you to type and here he was— Persistent. Why did he have to hate you today?

“Amaro”.

“Twerp. What’s going on out there—? Look I know today was hard but we have other cases to get to. This is SVU”. Your head whipped around. If it was attention he wanted; Here it was.

“What are you saying, Nicholas”? Spit it out”.

Nick chuckled; he stood up straighter, his frame towering over yours— you matched his stance and moved closer to him. This was what Nick liked, your dynamic was back. He couldn’t see he was poking the bear. “Just. We’re gonna see some tough shit out there, Detective. I’m not saying you’re bad at your job but you’re gonna need a thicker skin, Darlin’— Alissa’s not our first nor last case like this”.

Nick’s foot had entered his mouth. That once cocky smirk fell from his face when he saw how angry, sad, and dejected you looked, he didn’t know what it was about this particular case but he was starting to realize this was most likely personal— And he’d been picking at you since you’d gotten back to the precinct after questioning Alissa Mccarthy at Mercy. So badly, he wished to open his mouth and say something, fix this; You weren’t having it.

“Since I’ve joined SVU you’ve made it hard for me and I never knew why you hated me, Nick— I was nice to you, I’ve tried my hardest to make this partnership work but I’m done”. Your fists were clenched, shoulders trembling; Nick had never seen this side of you, you grabbed your phone and walked past Amaro leaving him to let your last words sink in— “I’ll tell Olivia I need a new partner. I won’t bother you anymore.”

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Olivia pulled Amaro into her office after watching you walk out of the lockers with swollen eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks; you didn’t show vulnerability easily and she knew that. Amaro had to have fucked up. It was time for mama bear to enter this situation.

“Spill it, I know you both like the back of my hand”.

Amaro sucked his teeth, taking a seat at Benson’s and sighed— “I fucked up, Liv. Bad”.

“I know Y/n, knew her since she was still in high school. She’s a strong kid, Nick— She doesn’t cry easily… What happened in there”?

He told Liv everything— Watched her nod, tried and failed to read her expressions and decipher the emotions lying underneath. Sure, Liv was angry, protective of you but she could also see how much you and Nick actually cared for each other even if it was shown in extremely unhealthy ways; Like arguing. She clasped her hands together and sat back, still giving Nick no chance to read her emotions which wasn’t easy but Nicholas had been her partner before you came, he was surprised how good she was at hiding her emotions from even him; He had studied her for years, after all. Being with her daily. 

Benson sighs, “Nicholas… You’re gonna have to ask Y/n about this yourself but— Y/N has had a traumatic past and I’m the only one who knows. Today’s case hit close to home for her, she’s tough but uh today could’ve really set her back”.

“And I made it worse…” Nick mutters softly.

Olivia felt for him, she knew he meant no harm but Nick could be a careless, prideful individual; She knew that all too well— Sitting up, she reaches across the table and holds his hands in hers.

“Look. Ah, I really shouldn’t tell you this but I can see how you feel for her and how she feels for you”. Nick’s eyes widened a bit, and he almost cut her off but she shook her head and continued. “She’s often the last one here; likes to shower after everyone leaves. You, uhm, didn’t hear that from me”.

Nick and Olivia shared knowing looks; Profusely thanking her, he leaves her office and goes back to his desk, not seeing you there but not worried. He’d fix this.

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Peeling off todays sweated out clothing, you finally head to the showers after a ridiculously long day— You couldn’t get what Amaro had said out of your mind, your limbs were sore, and Alissa plagued your thoughts. You desperately needed to wash away the stress; replaying the moment in your mind, you wondered if what Nick said could possibly be true. Were you strong enough for this? Cut out for it? You let the thoughts slip away and speedily got into the shower, more than ready to get back home to your pets and try to forget todays shitshow which most likely wouldn’t work; After getting out you put on a black sports bra and panties while searching your bag for your sweatpants, your curls dripping onto the floor. To be honest, you enjoyed the quiet after everyone left, it let you finally allow yourself to be vulnerable safely; A moment to breathe after all the craziness. Tonight wouldn’t bring that same comfort.

“Hey,” A voice rang out, startling you from behind. You knew the voice all too well and had really hoped you wouldn’t hear it again until tomorrow, if you planned on coming back instead taking up Liv’s time off offer. You stared at him, your eyes shifty and nervous, a simple too quiet and quivering, “Hey” sounded out in reply.

“Look, um, earlier was— I’m sorry. Let me just get to that. I overstepped and I was gigantic asshole and you did not deserve that”.

Your eyes widened slightly; Was he actually apologizing? It seemed like you’d never see the day come where he would show you the least bit of compassion and yet here he was in front of you apologizing; You abused the skin of your lips while trying to take this all in. “I’m over it, Amaro. Don’t even worry about it”. Pulling your sweatpants up after finally getting them out, you sat down on the nearest couch by the locker rooms vending machine, Nick took a seat next to you.

“No, it’s not”, He let out an exasperated breath, running a hand through his hair, “I guess I was just so worried about you today— You seemed so down and out of it, hadn’t called me Nicholas instead of Amaro, hadn’t a-argued with me…You just seemed; Done. I didn’t know what to do and I think my emotions just came out in the worst way they could’ve possibly come out. I’m sorry for that, Doll”.

The more he talked, the more he was sounding like he actually cared for you and didn’t hate you. You wouldn’t let yourself believe it though; He’d tortured you since you entered the precinct, most people wouldn’t believe it either, “Worried about me? You ain’t gotta do that, Nicholas. I’m a big girl, today was hard but I’ll bounce back. Besides I know ya don’t like me or think I belong here, it’s all good, I’ll still ask for a new partner”.

He felt his chance to fix this slipping away and crumpling beneath him, he was quick to disagree, almost yelling ‘no’ too loudly, he sat up, sighing. He felt like he was holding his breath; Your eyes bore onto him. He felt sweaty. You made Nicholas Amaro a very nervous gentleman, “No, no. That’s not necessary. Look. Just let me fix this, come with me. We can watch a movie and order takeout…If you trust me, that is”, He stood up and held out his hand for you to grab.

Hesitant.

This was the man who insisted on calling you twerp and making your workdays a living hell. Were you actually considering going home with him? But, looking up into his eyes, he seemed to be genuinely wanting to revive your relationship and start again. You’d give him a chance to prove himself.

You grab his hand.

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“So, This is Nicholas Amaro’s bachelor pad”.

You looked around Nick’s home and found yourself surrounded by Nick’s scent mixed with an apple cinnamon fragrance, most likely air freshener.

Amaro snickers, “Yea, this is me. Ignore the mess, I had Zara this weekend”.

Nick’s home was cozy feeling, you instantly got the vibe that a child had ransacked it though, if not, Nick had a pretty nice Bratz Doll collection under his living room coffee table. Stepping into the house, he takes a seat and pats a spot next to him, “Should we order pizza and wings or sushi? Your pick, Sweetheart”.

The name caught you off guard, he hadn’t called you anything other than Y/LN and Twerp in a year and a half and the leap from that to a cute petname like that made your heart nearly jump from your chest commencing zoomies across the room.

“Uhh, Sushi”. You took a seat next to him, tentative of how close you sat next to the man beside you; You’d rather be in his arms but that was certainly another story for another night. Nick continues to shock you and pulls you closer, not exactly into his arms but to where he could throw a blanket over the both of you without struggle.

“Sushi it is. Pick a movie”? Amaro hands you the remote, looking at you briefly; His eyes quickly came back to you when he realized you were smiling. A big genuine smile from ear to ear. He liked it on you, used to seeing your annoyance, frustration, and anger, even your sadness— He had to say, a smile suited you the best. His eyes stayed on you as you searched for a movie, his smile reflecting your own.

The night was going better than you thought; You would’ve just warmed up a frozen dinner, fed your pets and let your dog out and then retreated to bed where you ultimately finally allow yourself to sob over todays events, loud and unadulterated sobs in the darkness of your room with your dog Lucille at your side. This was a nice alternative. It didn’t, however, make you forget Alissa and the word miscarriage blinking on your computer screen, followed by “teen mom”, “underage”, and “raped”. Fresh in your mind, like an embarrassing moment that happened years before, it opened up wounds that were just now closing themselves after years of therapy and healing. Nicholas noticed.

“I don’t know if I’m intruding but you’ve got that look in your eye again— If you’d like to talk, I’m all ears”.

Allowing yourself to open up and be raw, vulnerable was never an easy feat. Olivia was the only one, other than close friends and family who knew about your past because she’d been apart of it after that era of your life was finally coming to a close end. You took a deep breath and crossed your legs, turned to face him directly.

“When I was a child, my mother and father were drug addicts. I was the child of two 16-year-olds from washington heights. We jumped from apartment to apartment and finally landed on the streets where my mom was a working girl and my dad acted as her pimp. It was a lot of staying in dirty ran down hotels— First pet I ever had was a rat”. You laughed but there was no humor behind it and Nick could tell you were trying to hold back tears. Alas, he listened intently, “Finally I was put into the system and thrusted from foster home to foster home until they finally found relatives and I got placed with my grandmother which should’ve been a good thing”. You looked down; A hand was placed atop your thigh in support.

“You don’t have to do this, Querida”. Nick whispered but you shook your head. You wanted to.

“My uncle quickly took a liking to me. Bringing me gifts and doting on me…He’d become my favorite person for awhile but, uh, When I turned 13–” This is where you stumbled, choking up with tears pricking at your eyes, it was hard to hold them back. Nick was fairly sure he knew where this was going so he pulled you closer and let you go on, letting you know he was there and you were safe. “He r-raped me, got me pregnant. My grandma got him locked up but the stress of the trial and being only thirteen… I-I lost my baby”.

The dam broke and you sobbed into his chest; That’s why this hit so close. You and Alissa weren’t only the same age but had also gotten raped and pregnant and then had a miscarriage and today he’d… A complete asshole. That’s what he was. He could do nothing but hold you close until you calmed down, whispering into your hair and rocking the both of you.

When you finally had calmed down, you laughed a wet, apologetic laugh. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I got your shirt all messy”. You apologized to Nick, still nestled into his side, looking up at him. He only chuckled in return and kissed your head, “It’s alright. Zara’s the leader of messing up my shirts”, He sent a wink your way that made your heart flutter. You weren’t sure what tonight was bringing but you were sure you never wanted to go back to the arguing with and “hating” Nicholas again.

“Should we finally order our food”? You tilted your head, watching Nick; There was something in his eyes. You squinted yours, hoping he wasn’t about to play a joke or be a jerk but that wasn’t what he had in mind. The two of you were stuck staring at each other with unreadable emotions painting your features, both desperately wanting the other to say something, do something, but not knowing what. Nick cleared his throat and grabbed the phone to order your food and you gulped, looking back at the tv screen and picking a random movie.

It was silent for a bit, with just you and Nick basking in each other’s presence, holding onto one another; A question had plagued your mind since you’d arrived and so you finally cut into the silence to ask it, “What’d I do to make you hate me”? It was whispered, Nick had barely heard it, choking when he did. It caught him off guard but he didn’t need to think about his answer, he knew why he hated you; He didn’t. He never had hated you, he admired you actually. You were fascinating from the moment you walked into the precinct, so confident and sure of yourself and honestly? Damn good at what you did. Especially interrogation; You knew just how to get into peoples minds, you’d most definitely gotten into his. Maybe that’s why he was so rude towards you? He was envious.

You had a good first day despite his coldness, you did good, amazing for a rookie; he remembered his first day and how it was a complete shitshow and maybe that’s why he was so hard on you. You seemed too perfect too— good to be true.

Nick was breathless when he spoke and it surprised you how nervous he seemed; He thought you were perfect and it was quite frankly the same for you, he just seemed so confident and he was amazing at his job, amazing! He had intimidated you when you first joined and when you’re intimidated it only makes you push harder so that’s what you did. Worked hard. To impress yourself— And him.

“I never have— Quite the opposite actually. When you joined the team you were perfect, Querida. Confident. Sure of yourself. Badass. And damn good at your job and I guess that, uh, it intimidated me. I found myself pushing harder to I dunno…Impress you”? Rubbing the nape of his neck, he looked down into your eyes, not missing the shocked amusement on your face, it quickly changed into a grin and before he knew it…Your lips touched his. Sweet. Gentle. Soft. Gone.

“You do understand you’re an amazing Detective and an all around good person, right”? Sitting up, you face him and grab his hands in yours, “Truth be told, you lit a massive fire under my ass on my first day, you were intimidating and when I get intimidated I push myself to work harder…My first day was good because of you”. You admitted to Nick’s delight, you wanted to take it back immediately when you saw his smirk.

“Aweee, you wanted to impress me, Mi Reina”? Nick teased, his finger coming up under your chin to make you look up at him. Your eyes rolled which made him chuckle a little, you were cute. He could admit that now— Openly.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Nicholas. I wasn’t the one so frightened by a pretty woman that I turned into a bully” You bit back which left Amaro speechless. You’d always been clever and quick to respond.

“Touché” He chuckled and pulled you into his lap, “So…Will you let this Bully take you out. Huh, Twerp”? He used the name he’d so fondly given to you on your first day at the job. This time the name made you smile; Maybe it was time to give him one of his own.

Pecking his lips repeatedly, you grin widely. Your next words making him laugh; He flips the two of you over and starts to tickle you. Your giggles and his laughs filling the air.

“Of course, Big Doofus”.

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A/N: whew, this took so long and i’ve gotten no sleep because i stayed up late to write it. nightie night.

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Born Psychopath. (Nick Amaro x Black AFAB Doctor!Reader)

Genre: Fluff fluffity fluff.

Warnings: Talks of guns and blood, animal abuse, all that good stuff.

Synopsis: This takes places on the first episode of the Henry Messner case, after Nick is “shot” so to say and finally gets to tell Gil he’s his father. You’re a nurse and Nick’s girlfriend, Zara and Gil both know about you and you come in after Gil finds out. Fluff ensues.

❤︎ Heaven’s Baked Goods (Masterlist) ❤︎

“What would you do if I shot you right now”?

Henry Messner was a 10 year old boy, troubled as could be, with psychopathic and sociopathic tendencies, pushing his little sister Ruby down the stairs, cutting his mom, killing a dog, and taking a little boy hostage. Detective Amaro had finally talked him into letting him go and letting him stay instead under false pretenses that he could maybe see his gun. When Henry realized he’d lied, he was furious.

“All right. You don’t need to do that”. Amaro talked calmly although his mind was racing. He couldn’t die. All he could think about was Zara, Gil, and then you. You and Detective Amaro had started dating roughly 6 months ago, when he and Detective Benson had come to your hospital about an assault victim, you were immediately drawn to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was practically perfect. After that he’d come back with his “nephew” (who you’d later find out was actually his son.) Gil after he’d been injured at a baseball game, after that he’d use any excuse to come in to talk to you. Making sure he was always the front runner if there was a case that’d ended up in your hospital.

“Would there be a lot of blood? Would your brains pour out of your forehead”? Henry asked Amaro with a small smirk on his face, Amaro couldn’t shoot a child. He had two of his own. His best bet was to calm the little boy down enough to disarm him. He’d remembered the first time he’d asked you out, after another case ended up in your hospital and they needed to follow up, he snuck back for a moment after the follow up and invited you out for coffee. It was cloud nine from there. He learned you’d had your own kid, a daughter, Dylan. He’d learned she was 4, her favorite color was green, she loved mermaids, that she and Zara got along extremely well. He couldn’t die tonight.

“Here. I’m gonna show you my gun now. Okay? Here it is”.

“Is this a trick? I don’t like tricks”.

“No, it’s not a trick. Put your gun down and you can take mine”. Nick held his gun out to the boy hoping it would distract him enough so he could disarm him, he hoped that’d appease him but suddenly a shot rang out and he held down the boy swiftly with a loud pained grunt after the gun dropped. Thank God he had the bulletproof vest on and that Henry hadn’t aimed for his head. He desperately needed to see Zara, Gil, and you again. Now more than ever.

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When you’d heard the news you nearly came flying down the hallways to his room where he was getting checked out, you were glad to see him sitting with just a bruise on his stomach. Thank God he wore his vest but you were still upset, you knew all about the Henry case since you’d been the one to check Ruby out in the beginning and you’d told the big dope to be careful but his bleeding heart wouldn’t have allowed him to shoot a kid and you knew that. Hell, you wouldn’t either if you were in the same situation.

“I always forget how much this hurts”. Nick grimaced, looking down at the bruise, you stood leaned against the wall but he hadn’t noticed you yet, too busy getting scolded by Benson. Rightfully, so.

“He could’ve killed you, Nick”.

“Look, I had the vest on. Alright? I knew with the recoil, he’d only get one shot off”.

“And you knew that he wouldn’t shoot your head”?

“I’m not shooting a ten-year-old boy”. Nick rolled his eyes and that’s when you finally spoke up.

“She’s right, y’know? You could’ve died, Detective. That heart of yours is gonna get you killed one day”. You weakly argued, knowing damn well you were one in the same. He scoffed, yet smiled, glad to see you there.

“Uncle Nick! Are you okay”?

“Hey. Uh, y-yeah. I’m fine. Cynthia, Gil. This is my partner, Detective Benson”.

“Hey. Hi. Nice to meet you”. -Benson

“Nice to meet you”. -Gil

Cynthia and Gil came in, you smiled at the two and gave them some space. Benson coming over to you to say hello while the three spoke.

“Hi”. -Benson

“Hi”. -Cynthia

“I’ll give you a minute”. -Benson

You could see the happiness in Nick’s eyes, getting to see his boy. While you and Olivia chatted, your eyes lit up when Cynthia finally revealed the good news. She was gonna let him tell Gil he was his father.

“You guys didn’t need to. I just didn’t want you to hear about it on the news and then-” Nick stammered but Cynthia cut him off reassuringly and that’s when you and Benson took notice to what was about to happen.

“It’s okay. I thought there was something you and Gil needed to talk about…Man to man”.

Amaro’s eyes widened when he realized what she was saying and you and Benson were quick to jump in so they could have the room to themselves, “Hey Cynthia, How about we go grab a cup of coffee”? Benson asked and Cynthia nodded, smiling softly at Amaro and Gil. You had already left back to check-in to give them privacy.

“Sounds good”.

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It was later, you were finally about to clock out and get some much needed rest after a 12 hour shift, gathering your things up when you heard a voice ring out behind you, a giddy smile crept to your lips as you turned to see your boyfriend standing there, holding his keys.

“Need a ride home, Nurse”? He asked, making his way over towards you, his grin never ceasing even when he stood in front of you. Your shoulders slumped slightly and you smiled weakly at him, punching his shoulder gently before finally breaking down into silent tears, “God, fuck you. Fuck you, Nick Amaro”. you repeated and he just held you, he knew that feeling. Fear. He’d been putting his life in danger daily and it wasn’t an easy job.

“I’m fine, Y/n. Hey, hey look at me”. he moved his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes and wiping away your tears, “What I do out there…It’s dangerous and I admit, I can be careless sometimes but look at me, Darlin’. All I ever think about is you, Zara, Gil. I do this to keep you three safe…I’m trained for this. I promise your pretty little head, babydoll. I’ll come back to you each time”. he couldn’t promise that, both of you knew that well but at the moment, it eased your anxieties tremendously.

“Just…I love you, Nicholas. I love you so goddamn much, I can’t lose you. Hell, Dylan loves you too. She’s always asking about you”. You laughed through your tears and he pulled you closer, kissing your head repeatedly, the scent of coconut wafting into his nose from the products on your curls.

“And you won’t. You won’t ever lose me, Muñeca. I love you too much to stop annoying you”. he smiled, pulling away slightly, “Come on, let’s go get food. Gil is sleeping over tonight and so is Zara. Along with Dylan? It’ll be good to get all three of them together” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder after pecking your lips sweetly.

You both knew right then and there. You could never ask for better. You’d had it since you met.

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A/N: Jesus fucking Christ. I already have another idea for the next one. I’m gonna write until my fingers fall off.