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regrettablewritings · 3 years ago

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I'm feeling a Nevada Ramirez mood (love that damn asshole) but if you aren't feeling writing for him then I give this up to authors choice. But from the current ships numbers perhaps: 3 (because I wanna get fucked up), 9 (because I have to), 10 (because I would like to know your thoughts) and 11 (because I am wildly curious)

("I'm feeling a Nevada Ramirez mood" Translation: "I want a daddy to spit in my fuckgng mouth" Sorry, I don't make the rules about language translation.🤷🏽‍♀️)

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope:

You'd always kind of sort of lived in a fairytale. In hindsight, though, you probably had to: It's what probably made being with his stupid ass a bit easier. Kind of like you were living in one of those stories where a monster that terrorized some bucolic tiny town could be brought down to size by a soul of pure heart. Maybe even regain his human form.

If only your story had had a happy ending.

In a way, Nevada felt he was to blame for that; clearly, sticking with you had really only encouraged that type of behavior, or so he thought.

And now look where that ended you: All that gross-ass makeup to make you look like your last moments hadn't been agonizing (the coroner insisted it had been quick, but Nevada called bullshit); those stiff clothes that you never would've worn unless you had to (Nevada never would've put you in them if he had more of a choice); eyes closed, never to see the telltale signs of the one you left behind coming undone (actually, in a sick way, Nevada didn't necessarily mind this; it spared him the humiliation).

There wasn't even necessarily any sign that you had been targeted; the general theory really was that you'd been taken out by a stray bullet. But in some part of him, Nevada couldn't believe that. He didn't want to. It just made so much perfect sense in his mind: You were just minding your own damn business, walking home after a shift ended a little later than expected. You were the very picture of innocent and unsuspecting, all vulnerable and without him. In short: That was the perfect time for some rival gang or some shit to take a shot at you.

And the thought made Nevada's blood boil to the point that it evaporated into the air, further polluting these fucking New York skies with his inner toxicity being exposed. He'd make whoever did this to you choke. But not before roughing them up a lil bit. Maybe cut off some fingers. Some toes . . . Maybe a pound of flesh as payment if there was any time left, who knows.

But first, his men had to find them.

To say that Nevada does not take your passing well would be an understatement. He's somehow more violent. Somehow a lot less tolerant of bullshit (and he already wasn't before). If anyone so much as blinks wrong, they run the risk of having a nearly feral fuck jump at them and attempt to rip their face off.

His men, who already feared and respected him, dare not occupy the same room as him any longer than they have to. They miss you as a person, of course, but they never knew just how much of a hold you had on their boss until that hand was gone.

Sure, he goes through the usual motions seen in others, like sitting in his chair, downing copious amounts of whatever was left in his liquor cabinet. And, of course, there's the stages of grieving: He's eternally stuck oscillating between guilt and anger.

He was supposed to be the one that got killed out here, him! Not you: Sweet, kind, patient, hard-headed, stupid-assed you! He got that, why couldn't God get with the program on that!? He was the dealer, the gang leader putting himself into all kinds of problems with others; you were just some innocent bystander who happened to get caught in his web, decide they liked it there, and inexplicably stuck around.

And now you're dead. He was being selfish, you were being stupid, and now you were dead.

He stares blankly at nothing before humming with a sip of whatever the hell is in his glass now, he doesn't fucking remember. Can't taste it anyway; his sense of taste disappeared, floated away with your spirit the moment he learned of your passing.

The pure-hearted soul that kept the village safe was gone; all that remained was the carnivorous beast, ready to rampage and raze the town to the ground.

9. Which one swears more?:

Just in time for the 20210 Summer Olympics, we have a new category to observe: Fucking Goddamn Cussing Up a Shitstorm! Representing Washington Heights, we have a cussing prodigy, Nevada Ramirez! Also representing Washington Heights by way of duel citizenship between the apartments, we have . . . You!

Okay but in all seriousness, Nevada is definitely the gold medal-winner here. Science indicates that cussing helps to relieve stress and for as collected as Nevada likes to appear in front of others, 5'9" is not a lot of space for stress to go. He's constantly bottling up that shit! What's worse, though, is that the fucker makes it sound elegant.

How does he make "fuck" sound so gentle when it leaves his lips with a cold-eyed glower!? Who the hell knows!

Erstwhile, you're a pretty good runner-up. Even if you were a big cusser before getting with Nevada, you could never catch up with him -- he's just had way too many experiences where he felt the need to pepper the ambience with some cursing. And if you weren't as into it before . . . I'm sorry, boo, but you'll be picking up that nasty habit of his like you were picking up the torch for the Cussing Olympics. Bon chance!

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other:

Noah . . . How did you know I was planning to do a preference on what characters watch with their S/Os? Not that I can confirm or deny that Nevada was in that one but --

Nevada didn't really watch TV a whole lot before you two got together. It was a mix of him not having a lot of time and him not having a lot of care to keep up with anything. Everything is so goddamn serialized, what's even the point?

Really, the only reason he bought subscriptions to streaming services was to keep you entertained for when he had to be out the house or some junk. But there were a few too many times where he'd come home late and find you curled up on the couch.

". . . The hell're you still doing up --"

"Ssh!"

". . . Did you just --"

"Yes, now sshhh! I'm about to see who this chick picks to go to bed with."

Of course, 'Vada is pissed; people don't shush him, he shushes them! What the fuck could be so interesting that you'd do that!? He takes his glare from you to the screen . . . and about thirty minutes in, he gets it. He'd never say it out loud, but deep down, he knows why you like Love Island. It's stupid, it's trashy, he hates these dumbass twenty-somethings making drama out of nothing, and for fuck's sake will somebody talk to the girl with the dark skin and short hair she's the hottest one there --

Of course, he tries hard not to show his interest, taking seats next to you when you're watching "because he's tired", adding his own commentary "because these pendejos need to know better", etc. And, of course, it doesn't fool you in the slightest. As amused as you are, though, you don't tease him about it; you're afraid that if you do, your stubborn boyfriend would put up a fight in the form of leaving you to watch your silly little show by yourself. And you really don't mind sharing the show with him . . . No, solitary watching is reserved for your cartoons.

Nevada may let things with you slip to a point but the moment he learns you like to watch anything animated, he's on your ass with the ruthless taunting. Which is like the pot calling the kettle black because 'Vada's secret pleasure is even worse: daytime soap operas. Admittedly, there's some sentimentality connected to them (he remembers being at his Abuela's house and seeing her get really into some telenovelas), but the fact of the matter is really more that he's invested in the drama and bullshit going on between all this lunatics who we're supposed to buy as being doctors or CEOs or whatever over-glamorized positions they're supposed to have.

He doesn't actually get to watch them often but . . . hey, that's what he pays certain grunts to do for him.

Okay I had way too much fun writing these so lemme just cut myself off now. Thanks for asking!!!

#nevada ramirez #nevada ramirez x reader #law and order svu fanfiction #nevada ramirez imagines #trouble in the heights #character x reader #chubby reader #fem reader #regrettablewritings #fun fact: the losing your sense of taste thing due to shock is real #only in my instance it was far less traumatic . . .#thought it'd be a nice touch for Nevada #since i headcanon him as having a silver palate and thus relies heavily on his sense of taste to enjoy himself

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melk917 · 1 year ago

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Updated! Wild, I know.

What's Your Fantasy Bingo Masterlist

Below you will find the masterlist for all my fills for my What's Your Fantasy bingo. Check out the #melk917fantasybingo for these and other fills!

You can find the full soundtrack for the bingo here. (Including many upcoming....) Each song pairing is in parentheses next to the fic.

Rafael Barba

When No One is Around You, Say Baby, I Love You - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Tu Vecina - Maluma)

Table Top or Give Me a Lap Dance - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Envolver - Anitta)

We can do it in the pouring rain - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones)

+ more upcoming

Paul Mendelson

More Than Chocolate - Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader (Chocolate - Maluma)

You Can Scratch My Back and Rule Me - Paul Mendelson x f!Reader (Hrs and Hrs - Muni Long)

Whipped Cream with Cherries and Strawberries on Top - Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader (34 + 35 Remix - Ariana Grande, Doja Cat, Megan Thee Stallion)

+ more upcoming

Nevada Ramirez

Sauna, Jacuzzi, the Back Row at the Movie - Nevada Ramirez x gn!Reader(Closer - Nine Inch Nails)

+ more upcoming

Jackson Neill

Upcoming

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tropes-and-tales-archives · 2 years ago

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Nevada Ramirez: What’s Your Problem?

Word Count: 3651

TW: Smut (dub-con due to intoxication; committed relationship; dirty talk; PiV, unprotected). 18+ only.

You weren’t even supposed to be at the club that night. You had agreed to take the last shift at the clinic, trading off with another tech who had tickets to the Yankees game. At the last minute, though, she traded back for her shift. The weather forecast called for vicious storms, and she figured it would get rain-delayed or cancelled.

As you made your way home, you knew your coworker was right. You could feel the storm coming: the mugginess cut through with cold winds, the fast-moving clouds that scudded across the nearly full moon, the distant rolling of thunder off to the west. There was an energy to the night too – you could practically feel it crackling around you like electricity.

Normally, you’d just go back to your apartment, put on your pajamas, and settle into your couch to start a movie. The workweek was tough, and by Friday, you were usually worn down to a nub. You were in graduate school and worked at the clinic late at night – it paid okay, and there was so much down time that you got a lot of your schoolwork done on the clock.

Of course, you didn’t need to do any of it if you didn’t want to. Your boyfriend, Nevada Ramirez, the self-proclaimed King of the Heights told you time and again that he would take care of you. Which he did, for the most part. But it was a point of pride that you get your master’s degree and continue the path you had set for yourself long before you met Nevada.

You weren’t even sure what he saw in you, but ever since he stumbled into your clinic, needing stitched up, he had been relentless in his pursuit of you. And you – with your handful of short, failed relationships – couldn’t resist him for long.

Even though you should be tired, the oncoming storm gave you a jolt. You went home, took a quick shower, and changed into your nicest dress. It was modest by Nevada’s club’s standards, but it was still sexy. Tight, but not skin tight. Showed off a tasteful amount of cleavage. It was a deep red, and you matched your lipstick perfectly to it.

Then you made your way to the club to surprise your boyfriend.

By the time you got there, the wind had picked up, leaving your hair extra-tousled. You straightened your skirt and checked your makeup in the mirror of a car parked out front. Then you went inside.

The club was dim, and you could feel the bassline in your bones. There was the smell – no matter how much management cleaned or aired the place out, the club always had a unique funk of spilled alcohol, skunky secondhand weed smoke, overpowering colognes, and sweat. You curled your nose at the smell and waited to get used to it.

You started towards the staircase that led up to Nevada’s perch, as you called it. There was a small balcony area where he could sit and survey the club floor without having to join in the mass of sweaty, grinding people. You usually sat with him, perched on his lap. Sometimes, if he was in a temper, you’d soothe him by scratching your nails through his hair. Other times, if he was horny, you’d tease him with a scaled-down lap dance until he’d drag you into his office and take you on his couch, or across his desk, or against the door.

Tonight though, there was already someone on his lap.

You stood, frozen in place, and just watched for a moment. The woman was in clubwear that left little to the imagination, some complicated dress woven from strings and straps that probably took an hour to get into. She was gorgeous, you admitted to yourself jealously, with big dark curls that cascaded down her back, and curves upon curves.

Any other time, you would have just left. Any other guy, you would have gone home. But being with Nevada had changed something in you, making you less passive and just a bit meaner. The meek girl who was used to guys walking all over her was slowly being replaced by someone stronger.

So you turned away from the foot of the stairs and made your way to the bar. You ordered a rail of premium shots – Trujillo’s woman drank for free, after all – and then threw them back in rapid succession.

Then you went out onto the dance floor and waited for the alcohol to hit you. It didn’t take long.

You might not be curvy like that girl, or beautiful like that girl, but you had a certain spark that people found appealing. You felt the alcohol burning through your veins, felt the bass thrumming through your cells. You made your way to the center of the dance floor, you were the nucleus of the writhing mass of bodies pressing against each other. One song bled into another; you danced with a tall woman who pulled you in against her, swaying together to the beat.

She spun away from you, and she was replaced by a man. Through the tequila haze, you saw that he was handsome enough, in a dicey sort of way. He placed a hand on your waist, so you turned around so that your back was to his chest. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in tight against him as he ground against you. You closed your eyes and willed the sensation to erase the image of Nevada with some random woman in his lap.

You don’t know how much time passed. A minute, an eternity. The music was pounding through you, and you felt dizzy whenever you opened your eyes. You went to lean back against the man dancing with you, but you were suddenly jolted as he was pulled away.

You opened your eyes and spun around just in time to see Nevada’s face, dark with fury. And Nevada’s fist, connecting with your dance partner’s face.

“Stop it!” you yelled. You grabbed for Nevada’s arm as he pulled back to land another punch, and in the scuffle, you got knocked down, hard. Nevada’s men swarmed past you, separating your boyfriend from your dance partner.

You felt a flood of tears fill your eyes, and you scrambled to stand up. Nevada, his men, the man you’d danced with – they were in a tangle on the dance floor, yelling in Spanish and trying hit each other. You weren’t even an afterthought – you were quite forgotten in the melee. Well, of course you were. You spun on your heel unsteadily and left the club.

You only made it a block before you heard someone yelling for you. You ignored him. Two could play that game.

You only made it one block after that before he caught up with you. His hand grabbed you by your upper arm, and he spun you around until you were facing him. He had a red spot on his cheekbone that you suspected would be a bruise by morning, his hair was a mess, and he had that dangerous glint in his eyes that, any other time, would have turned you on immediately.

“Fuck’s sakes, what’s your problem?” he asked angrily. He dug his fingers into the soft meat of your upper arm, and you winced and tried to pull away from him.

“What the fuck do you care?” you snapped back.

“I care when my woman is at my club, letting any fucking asshole who wants to grind all over her,” he snarled.

“Your woman?” you laughed. You sounded crazy and knew it, but the alcohol and the electricity of the coming storm made you feel a little mad. “Is that what I am?”

He nodded and started to reply, but you cut him off. You let the madness take over.

“If I’m your woman, then why is some other woman sitting on your lap, huh? Why is that, Nevada? I came to the club to surprise you, thought you might be lonely but you weren’t lonely, were you? You don’t like seeing some stranger all over your girlfriend? Join the fucking club.” You felt his grip on your arm loosen, so you jerked away and stumbled backwards away from him.

“Cariño,” he started. He held a hand out to you, gentle. Like he was trying to calm you.

“Don’t. Just…don’t, with the fucking pet names,” you said. “I’m going home. I should have just stayed home in the first place.” You turned away and started marching towards your apartment, only staggering every few steps.

You could hear the click of his ridiculous snakeskin boots behind you, but he kept a respectable distance. And he talked to you as he walked you home.

“That woman? She’s the girlfriend of one of my rivals. She came in to try and seduce me. Didn’t know that I knew who she was when she walked through the door.” You slowed your stride a bit, and Nevada pulled up beside you. He laid a firm hand on your arm. “You can’t believe that I’d actually risk losing you over someone like that.”

You shrugged lamely and kept walking. Maybe what he was saying was true, but you were too drunk to logic it out, and the image of that woman in her scanty dress on his lap was still too fresh in your memory.

He followed you in silence to your apartment, but when you unlocked the front door, he charged in after you. He was on you in a flash, turning you around to face him. His mouth was on yours, his tongue plunging into you as his hands drifted down your hips and around to cup your ass.

He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes were deep green, and you felt as if he could see straight through you.

“You don’t think you’re my woman?” he whispered in a low growl. “You don’t think it tears me up to see you with another man? To see you upset?” His hands on your ass, he pulled you against him so that you could feel his erection, already straining against his jeans. “You think someone else did this to me? It’s you, you fucking crazy bitch. You’re the one who drives me crazy. You’re the one who makes me hard.”

He kept one hand on your ass, but let the other one drift up to cup your face. His fingers tangled in your hair, and he pulled your face close to his. “You’re my woman,” he growled, and it sent a pulse of pure electricity straight to your core. “I’m gonna prove it to you.”

He gave you a bruising kiss, full of passion. You opened your mouth to him and moaned at the taste of him – the lingering remains of some distant cigar, the rum he’d been drinking, and whatever made Nevada taste like…well, Nevada. You probably would have stayed there all night, letting him fuck you against the bank of mailboxes in the lobby, but a peal of thunder rolled across the sky, startling you and making you pull away from him.

“C’mon,” he said, and he tugged you impatiently up the three flights of stairs to your apartment. You were too drunk – on alcohol, on him – to unlock the door, so he made an impatient grunt and swiped your keys from you. Before you knew it, he had the door opened, you pivoted inside, and the door slammed shut behind you.

You staggered a bit, dizzy from the booze and being spun around by Nevada, so you tried to reach down to ease your shoes off. Your boyfriend gave you a lone second to accomplish your task before he growled again in impatience. He reached down and scooped you up into his arms. He carried you into your bedroom where he dumped you unceremoniously onto your bed.

You laid back, your head spinning, and watched him as he undressed. First the leather coat, then the black button down, then the black undershirt. The thunder sounded closer now, and you could hear the first spattering of rain against your bedroom windows. Nevada undid his belt and dropped it on the floor. The buckle hit with a thud, and you looked up into his eyes. What you saw made you swallow hard.

“I should punish you,” he said in a menacing tone. His emerald eyes were dark, and you could just make out his expression in the light from the street. “I should make you suck my cock until tears are streaming down your face, messing up your pretty makeup.”

You ran the tip of your tongue over your lower lip, and you caught Nevada’s narrowed gaze seeing you do it. “How’s that punishment?” you asked as innocently as you could.

He let out a surprised huff and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them and his underwear down in one motion, leaving him completely naked except for the giant gold cross he wore.

“That the fucking problem with you,” he said as he knelt at the bottom of the bed and crawled over you. “I can’t find a way to punish you.” He hovered over you, his mouth ghosting over yours, but every time you tried to kiss him, he pulled back with an evil smirk.

The storm was howling outside now, lashing rain across your windows. Thunder boomed every minute or so, and streaks of lightning illuminated the room in white-blue light that seared in your retinas. In the morning, you’d blame the alcohol, but you knew it was the storm that made you bolder than you usually were with Nevada.

“I think you’re the one that needs punished,” you replied. You tried to make your voice as cold as possible, and you stared him down. His eyes widened a fraction, and you could see his pupils dilate at your words. It gave you confidence, so you reached up and laid both palms on his bare chest and pushed him off of you with a hard shove.

Before he could react, you were straddling him. You were still fully clothed – or mostly. As you lowered your dripping core against him, dragging yourself lightly over his erection, Nevada’s eyes widened even more before he groaned. He tried to place his hands on your hips to drive you down onto him, but you slapped them away, hard.

“No, no, no,” you chided in a sing-song voice. “You’ve been a very bad man and don’t deserve that.” You ground your bare cunt against him as you told him all the things he didn’t deserve, all the things you had planned on doing to him that night before you caught him with another woman on his lap.

You knew he was stronger than you and could easily unseat you, but judging from the dark look on his face and the pulsing of his cock against you, Nevada was obviously into this new game you were playing.

“I even wore my red dress that you like so much,” you continued with a pout. “And I matched my lipstick so that when I went down on you, it’d mark you with your favorite color. But now…” You dragged yourself over him until the tip of his cock was dangerously close to your entrance, and you watched him take a shuddering breath. Then you pulled away and smirked at his groan of frustration.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped. “Lo siento.” You picked up the speed of your grinding against him, and you smiled to hear the babbling of Spanish that was spilling from his lips. You only understood a fraction of it, but you got the idea. He was sorry, he needed you.

You stopped grinding against him and leaned forward, pressing your clothed breasts against his bare chest. You kissed him very gently, barely brushing his lips with your own, before you shifted enough to whisper in his ear.

“I’m your woman,” you hissed. “No one else.” You heard him breath out an affirmative, so you pulled his earlobe into your mouth and bit him lightly until he groaned. Then you sat back up against him, relishing the feel of his straining cock pressed against you. You reached one hand up and grasped his stubbled jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Ramirez, because I want to get off.” He nodded eagerly and started to say something, but you pressed your forefinger across his lips.

“I’m still mad at you, so I’m not going to look at you while I fuck you. I’m going to use you, and you will not come until I do. Is that clear?” He nodded again, a bit disappointed this time. You knew how much Nevada liked watching you orgasm – he always preferred positions where he could watch your face, watch you come undone underneath him or on top of him.

But tonight wasn’t about him, so you raised yourself off of him and turned around. You grasped his cock, hot in your palm, and guided it against your entrance. Then, with your back turned to him and still fully clothed in your dress, you lowered yourself onto him until you were sitting flush against his hipbones, his cock fully sheathed in you.

You heard him groan behind you, heard the muttered Spanish again, but you ignored him. This was about you. You sat still for a moment, getting used to the fullness of him and the new angle. You rocked against him, going slowly, and you could feel a whole host of emotions radiating from him behind you – frustration, regret, excitement.

You picked up the pace, raising yourself off of him a fraction before sinking back down onto him. It felt amazing, but without the usual stimulation to your clit, you weren’t sure how long it was going to take for you – and you knew Nevada wouldn’t last forever.

You started to reach down to take care of it but then a thought occurred to you. You turned your head over your shoulder and saw Nevada staring back at you, the strain evident on his face.

“Raise your leg up,” you ordered him, and you slapped the side of his thigh for good measure. He bent his leg at the knee and planted his foot on the bed. You pushed his other leg out and then adjusted yourself so that you were straddling his thigh and impaled on his cock.

You took a few experimental thrusts, raising and lowering yourself slowly against him. His thigh, nestled between your legs, gave you just enough friction on your clit, and you picked up the pace until you were riding him steadily and with purpose.

You could feel the tension in his thigh – the muscle was like a rock underneath you, and you knew he was struggling to wait for you. The thought made you grind against him harder, and you relished the heat that was pooling low in your belly. The storm was in full force now, the thunder and pounding rain drowning out your panting and his. You fucked him hard, driving yourself down onto his cock until it reached the point where it almost hurt, and you swiveled your hips against his leg to grind your clit against him.

You felt his hands come to rest on your hips, but he wasn’t steering you or driving you down onto him. He just wanted to touch more of you, and that realization is what made the heat in your belly erupt. You sank down onto him one last time and then stayed there, not moving, as your orgasm washed over you. The lightning flashes were seared on the backs of your eyelids, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your mind go blank. You arched yourself against his thigh again, and you felt your sheath squeezing his cock. He gave a groan behind you and couldn’t resist pressing himself into you an extra fraction as he came, spilling himself deep into you.

The storm continued, and you let yourself recover, slumped and steadying yourself against his leg. Finally, he worked himself up into a sitting position and helped you dismount. You felt exhausted, and you had that limp, wrung-out feeling that you got after good sex. The feeling where you knew you’d sleep like a rock and wake up famished and a little achy between your legs. The best feeling, really.

Nevada didn’t say anything. He reached behind you and unzipped your dress, easing it over your head and tossing it to the floor. Then he laid you down on the bed beside him and yanked the covers up over both of you. He hooked an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest.

For a long while, there was no sounds other than the rain outside and Nevada’s heartbeat against your ear. You ran your hands idly over his chest and belly, enjoy the feeling of his warm skin against your palms. He stroked your head for a bit before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You are mine, you know,” he muttered in the darkness. “No one else.”

That was probably the closest you were ever going to get to a declaration of love, so you sighed and said, “I know.”

There was a beat, and then he continued. “But if you ever feel like you need to remind me…”

You smiled and raised yourself up to look at him. He had a sheepish grin on his face.

“That can be arranged,” you replied. You kissed him softly on his mouth, and then you nestled back against him.

“Thank you, mi amor,” he whispered. You were half asleep and almost missed it, but you didn’t. Mi amor.

You’d have to punish him more often.

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years ago

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Touch list: How about touching Vada or Rafa when you’re afraid?

For this one I'm gonna do some head canons, for both of them.

For Nevada:

You're used to being in "less than safe" situations being with Vada for as long as you have, but there are still times that still frighten you.

Usually, it's in fear for him.

He doesn't like you to be around his 'colleagues'.

He tries to keep you out of "business meetings", but when you insist, he makes sure you're standing behind him the entire time.

If a 'client' starts getting agitated with Vada, you'll run your fingers along the back of his neck and stare down the person, as if you're warning them about something.

It's really about the same as a little dog barking like it's a huge dog, when really, it's terrified inside.

Vada can tell you're getting nervous when he feels those nails. Your perfectly manicured acrylic nails being beaten down by the clacking against his leather jacket.

He'll take the hand off the back of his neck and hold it for a moment, before taking it to his lips and pressing a sweet kiss on the front of your palm.

Sometimes the client will make a surprised look at the sweet gesture; Nevada Ramirez is not known for his comforting nature.

Nevada will quickly jump on them for staring at his 'Reina' [queen], and they'll back off almost instantly.

After the meeting and after his clients have left, he'll fully drop his 'tough guy' act and make sure you are alright.

He'll bring you around the chair and pull you into his lap while kissing you softly.

He always tells you not to worry about him, and you always remind him that you will worry about him and there's nothing he can do about it.

"Bueno", he'll say. "It's kinda nice having an ángel de la guarda while I deal with these cabeza de mierda."

For Rafael:

Your "fear" with him is usually just anxiety.

And it's usually when you're forced to attend big fancy galas and dinners.

You always feel like you're an imposter in the room.

Every other wife or significant other there always seem so glamorous, so put together.

Walking into a huge ballroom or banquet hall is always intimidating, no matter how many charity events, balls, and other elitist events you're forced to attend.

Your hand will instantly grip the back of Rafael's shoulder, like a child clinging to its parent so as not to get lost in a crowd.

He'll take it off and rub the back of your head with his thumb, kissing the back of your hand and giving you his sweet smile.

You'll both make the rounds, mostly just waving and nodding to other guests.

If Rafael gets pulled into a conversation with a fellow lawyer, you'll soon get anxious as you just have to stand there like a plant.

This is especially distressing when he gets into a heated debate with a congressman or the like.

You'll start to fidget with your fingers or run them along the sides of his tuxedo jacket.

Once he notices this, he'll either concede to the argument or make up an excuse to exit the situation, while taking your hand in his and walking away.

He'll then take the other hand and hold them both in his hands as he gives you a beaming smile.

"Thank you for putting up with these horrible things mi amor, I don't deserve you,"

You remind him that the feeling is mutual, and that you'll always be by his side as long as he makes you feel as safe as he does.

He promises to always uphold that deal, and then proposes to take you home where you both can get out of these "costumes"

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brandyllyn · 3 years ago

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Raúl Esparza Character Masterlist

All of these are AO3 Links.

📚Completed Works

Most things I write are explicit and I’ve tried to tag / warn everything appropriately. Let me know if I missed something.

Hannibal

Bought and Paid For: Frederick Chilton x OFC (Explicit)(13k words)[AO3] 📚

Disgusted by the idea of going to his first public event after the shooting alone - Frederick Chilton decides to hire the services of an escort for the evening.

Dove Grey Bows: Frederick Chilton x OFC (General Audiences)(1k words)[AO3] 📚

Sequel to ‘Bought and Paid For’: Everything was going wrong, Chilton was definitely going to fire the person responsible - but did he have time to fix it?

Time’s Fool: Frederick Chilton x OFC of color (Explicit)(11k words)[AO3] 📚

A woman from Chilton's past has the power to throw his entire life into disarray - but will their unfinished business ruin him or save him?

Law & Order SVU

A Good Man Feelin’ Bad : Rafael Barba x OFC of color (Explicit)(44k words)[AO3] 📚*

He really should go out more often if girls - *women* he heard Olivia correct him in his head - were this forward now. Rafael had vague memories of ducking heads, making heated promises while trying to catch someone else’s lips with his. Stolen kisses given reluctantly and nearly always for a price. That had been before. Before he had given up his social life and moved to the Manhattan attorney’s office. It wasn’t this though, not frank proposals and sighs of disappointment. Not fingers tangled into his shirt on a busy street and eyes that couldn’t seem to look away from his lips. He licked at them unconsciously, watching her own part as he did so.

Hell, it was a brave new world out there - he fully intended to enjoy it.

Trouble in the Heights

Half Empty: Nevada Ramirez x f!Reader (Explicit)(13k words)[AO3] 📚

It was supposed to be a fresh start, a new business and a new life in Washington Heights. But when Nevada Ramirez strolls through the door of your bar, demanding ten thousand dollars for his 'protection', you find yourself negotiating with your body. You can only hope you find the money before he loses interest.

Debt Makes Promises: Nevada Ramirez x OFC (Explicit)(47k words)[AO3]📚

“What do you want?”

He tsked lightly under his breath, “You don’t get to ask any more questions. I do this for you, and you will do whatever I ask you to, yes or no?”

“I won’t break the law.” She stated firmly.

He laughed, a dangerous sound that sent a chill up her spine he could feel, “You don’t have a choice. Yes or no?”

He held his breath as he waited for her answer and hers hitched as she replied, “Yes.”

Further on the Edge: Nevada Ramirez x OFC (Explicit)(21k words)[AO3] 📚

"Nevada smiled at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling and she found herself thinking that he was actually kind of handsome, in a sexy “I’ll kill you for disrespecting me” sort of a way. Which was to say not at all. Not even a little. Her nipples were always this hard. Dammit why did she have to have a type?"

Drawn together by circumstance - Nevada meets a woman who gives him a run for his money. But she's not quite what she presents herself to him...

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sej2020 · 3 years ago

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Fly Away - Chapter 11

Imagine: Bumping Into Barba Unintentionally At A Bar

You sat in the booth in a new bar that Ramirez had decided to take you to, Ramirez pulled you to sit that close you might as well be in his lap. Ramirez wrapped his arm around the back of you and had settled his hand just on your hip, his other hand rested on the table in front of you grasping his glass, you sat with your hand on Ramirez’s knee your head resting on his shoulder listening to him talk with his men perfectly content. While sat contently however, you failed to notice familiar eyes watching you from his place at the bar.

Barba had wondered into the bar he knew would not be full of cops and lawyers, it was his usual haunt whenever the members of SVU were incompetent at their jobs he would stew here. Ever since Y/N had left he had been spending more and more time here, not recognising anyone simply trying to get away from his current nightmare that seemed to riddle his work, ever since Y/N had left the job. But when sitting down this evening at the usual spot in the corner of the bar Barba was shocked to see you after months sat with Nevada Ramirez with your head on his shoulder looking so content. He boiled with rage at what you had done and what you were currently doing. Grumbling Barba slammed the rest of his drink and go to order another one. In doing so Barba missed Ramirez whispering in your ear and you then glancing over at him, before getting to your feet and wondering over.

‘Two tequila shots please’ you ordered when you stood slightly close to Barba.

‘Coming up’ said the bartender leaving to fetch your order. You stood there awkwardly before turning and looking at Barba, who looked straight back at you.

‘Hello Rafael’ you said softly, flinching when Barba snorted.

‘What are you doing here Y/N?’ asked Barba.

‘Nevada wanted to go somewhere new’ you shrugged handing over cash for the shots, sliding one over to Barba.

‘Oh so it’s Nevada now, didn’t realise you were the type to jump into bed with criminals’ snarked Barba before slamming the shot back.

‘And I didn’t realise you were a bitter old man’ you snapped in return before slamming back your own shot.

‘Well it would appear we didn’t know that much about each other’ snapped Barba unable to reign in his temper.

‘Obviously, you know what Rafael you can be grouchy and immature all you want, but I sure as hell don’t have to stand here and put up with it’ you said turning to walk away.

‘Why Y/N? Why Nevada Ramirez of all people? You had a promising career, and you gave that all up to what? Get your leg over become his…’ broke off Barba unable to say the words.

‘Become his what… his whore is that what you were going to say, seriously Barba go to hell, pass along my hello to your Father while you’re there’ you snapped before stalking off. Fuming you sat next to Ramirez, making his men glance at you.

‘What?’ you snapped grabbing Ramirez’s drink and slamming the rest of it back.

‘Get out of here’ snapped Ramirez to his men who left immediately.

‘What did he say?’ asked Ramirez after some time in silence.

‘Called me a whore’ you said bowing your head trying to stop the angry tears that were forming in your eyes.

‘Shh, it’s not true, he’s probably feeling betrayed’ whispered Ramirez wrapping his arm around you.

‘That doesn’t give him the right, and why are you suddenly defending him?’ you snapped crossing your arms across your chest.

‘Hey I’m only helping, I’d be very careful about what you say next Mami, do you really want to deal with Lewis by yourself, or better yet I could tip him off if I wanted’ snarled Ramirez grabbing hold of your hip firmly as a warning.

‘Sorry Vada, I… I’ you broke off unable to contain the tears that spilled down your cheeks.

‘Shh niña, te tengo, no le pasará nada, lo prometo, te tengo cariño. Deja de llorar, te tengo niña te lo prometo’ whispered Ramirez into your ear.

‘Nevada, I don’t speak Spanish’ you said chuckling through your tears, making Ramirez chuckle also.

‘Made you smile though, look here’ said Ramirez using his free hand to guide your chin so you were looking up at him.

‘You are no whore, you and me it’s what we need it to be, now where’s that badass bitch I know you are hmm, don’t let no stupid pig get to you, you’re so much better’ whispered Ramirez making you calm down instantly.

‘Thanks Vada’ you whispered with the ghost of a smile on your lips.

‘Don’t speak a word of this’ warned Ramirez making you chuckle.

‘I wouldn’t dare’ you said smirking, squirming when he pinched you softly.

‘Let’s go, I think you need cheering up some more’ said Ramirez motioning for you to get out the booth and head for the exit.

As you walked out with Ramirez you ignored the glare Barba shot at you, smirking into Ramirez’s shoulder when he slipped his hand into the back pocket of your jeans squeezing your ass gently, just to spite Barba.

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Ivy & the Ink

Nevada Ramirez x Reader. For VDay bingo, using “Yayo” by Lana del Rey. The wonderful @beccabarba requested: Helloooo! When you have a moment to indulge me, and if you want to, I would love you to write Nevada x Reader in lingerie, with aim of seducing/impressing him (maybe they're a couple and they had a fight, or he's not noticed her before and she's determined he will? And he gives her everything he's got. "Let me put on a show for you daddy Let me put on a show Let me put on a show for you tiger, Let me put on a show... " Please and thank you.

CW: Smut - rough sex (hair pulling, some light smacking, spanking, etc.). There is some degradation talk, destruction of property, name calling, language.

WC: 4.3K

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You frowned as you glanced at the clock on the nightstand; it was late and your boyfriend still hadn't arrived at your apartment. It was normal for Nevada to work late, even disappear for a stretch of time. But something about tonight felt different - felt off.

You reached for the phone and hit the redial number. The phone rang four times before going to voicemail and you sighed as you left yet another message. "Hey papi, it's me; I was just wondering where you were … it's lonely without you here. Just call me when you get this. I love you."

Your guts began to churn as your imagination raced; thoughts of Nevada hurt, or even worse, were the most prevalent. You opened your iPad and pinged his location. He was at the club, but earlier he had been at the airport. You furrowed your brows in confusion. ‘What the…?’ you wondered.

You grabbed a sweater off the back of the chair with one hand, and your keys with the other.

You were going to Nevada’s club.

Any other time, you would not have been so dramatic, but recently things had become more tense; you argued over the smallest of things. Nevada swore that all was fine between the two of you, but your paranoid side kept itching that something else was amiss.

As you drove through the dark streets of The Heights, a thought hit you. 'What if Nevada didn't want to come home?'

Despite the recent hiccups, you vowed to make things work, to make your lives together better because for you, Nevada was worth the sacrifice. He was the great love of your life that was never supposed to have happened in the first place – he was the one.

You met him while celebrating a friend’s bachelorette party - you had a one night stand with him and then on the ride home, you found yourself propositioned by him to be the Queen, to his King. To maintain appearances, you kept your place in Kew Gardens. Nevada had tried to convince you to live with him and let him be the provider for your life, but you refused. You enjoyed earning your own money and having a place of your own. You were loyal to him, but you wanted to keep your own independence.

The drive from Queens did not take as long as you had anticipated. Traffic was fairly light for a Friday evening. You arrived at the club and spotted his black Escalade parked underneath the streetlight. In your jeans and cardigan, you appeared out of place amongst the other club goers who were dressed to the nines. The line wrapped around the block, but you knew you would not have to wait.

You greeted one of the bouncers, while the rest of the club goers jeered at you and your innocent appearance. “Is Vada here?”

Miguel the bouncer, was burly and intimidating - but he didn’t frighten you one bit. He looked at you and didn’t greet you as he would have usually had.

“Vada’s here.” He replied after a beat, as he waved some people through.

“Last time I checked you weren’t made out of air. Can you move so I can get in?”

“I know for a fact he’s busy. Some personal stuff. You should go home.”

You furrowed your brows, fear lacing through you. Placing your hands on your hips, you jutted your chin at him. “You don’t tell Vada’s woman what to do.”

Miguel turned to you. He dipped his head to your ear, his voice menacing. “You don’t, but Nevada sure as hell does.”

You scoffed. “I am going in.” You pushed past him and he grabbed a hold of the back of your sweater. Instead you allowed for him to rip it off you, as you shoved the sleeves off. You gave him the finger before making your way inside.

Everything at the club was seemingly normal. The music was loud, you could feel it vibrating in your bones. You pushed your way through the mass of bodies to the staircase which led to Nevada’s private office on the second floor.

The door was opened just a crack and you could see Nevada leaning against his desk, smoking a cigar while in a heated discussion with someone else. This was all normal to you - with the work he was involved in.

A brunette woman approached Nevada and pulled him into a hug causing you to freeze. You expected him to push away, but instead, he returned the hug to this mystery woman. Nevada dipped his head to whisper something in her ear and when he pulled away, you saw him smile and brush her dark hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

Your heart pounded against your chest and you wanted to puke. Chewing on your bottom lip, you continued to watch, unable to turn away. The woman reached for a glass of amber liquid that you realized Nevada had poured her.

At that moment Nevada pulled away and looked at his watch before reaching for his cell phone. He raised a finger to her and the woman nodded watching him as he moved, probably to sit at his desk. Sure enough, your cell phone began to vibrate but you chose to ignore it.

You turned back to the stairs and made your way back down and pushed through to the bar. You grabbed a seat and ordered a beer. You did not recognize the bartender and you realized they must have been a new hire. You were grateful for not being recognized.

As you took a drag of your beer, the upstairs woman was standing beside you. She offered a friendly smile at you before signaling the barkeep. She ordered a shot of whiskey and handed a five dollar bill with the understanding that he could keep the change.

"You lost?"

You turned to her, eyeing the shot she had in her hand. "Excuse me?"

"Your outfit.” She laughed. “You don’t exactly fit in here."

You arched her brow at her comment. Chuckling, you nodded. "Not lost." With the tilt of your head, you chugged the beer and you tried hard not to grimace as the cheap, likely skunked beer made its way down your throat.

“So, man trouble?” She guessed.

“Something like that.” You commented as you ordered a shot of tequila.

You downed the shot, grimacing once more. You wiped your hand on the back of your hand and took in the woman fully. You could see what Nevada saw in her; the mere fact that she too had dark hair, like yours, was eating at you something terrible. Putting the glass down, you forced a sweet smile to the surface as you quickly scanned the bar for any instances of him returning. With no sign of him, you re-centered your focus, your eyes becoming sharp and steadying on her. "Do you have a boyfriend?”

"I do. He’s on his way. And something's got him in the mood tonight, if you get my meaning - he’s on his way actually. He’s like a drug; I can’t get enough.” she winked as she turned her head quickly, her shoulder length curls following her. You scowled as you gripped the glass tighter, your mind running.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the too-warm bar, but your hearing began to ring and your vision was white-hot. Ideas formulated and raced, seeking the perfect retribution. You were hurting, and the only way you could alleviate it would be to inflict that same pain on Nevada. And you knew just how to do it.

Now standing, you spotted Nevada as he approached the bar, the mystery woman waving to him emphatically. Your gaze was fixed on his line of sight, and you postulated that he didn't even see you. The excitement that the mystery woman held served as a knife burrowing deep into your heart, and the intense feeling of getting away increased.

"Hey, where are you going?" the mystery woman asked, turning back to you. You smiled once more and shook your head.

“Like you said, I’m lost. Nice talking to you."

Outside, you walked towards your car, the squeak of your sneakers being the only constant sound on the asphalt. Your intentions were clear now, and popping the trunk, you reached in to grab the aluminum baseball bat that you had been meaning to give as a gift for your nephew. Holding it in your hands, you gazed at the bat and felt the weight, swinging it to its full potential. With one hand, you closed the trunk and scanned the street, a devious smile crossing your lips. Your gait became easier as you approached, one thought being dominant as the gleaming Escalade that he so loved stood bathed in the street light.

For a split second, you paused. 'Come off it Y/N. You are better than this. This isn't you at all – you are putting everything on the line.' However, the thought left as quickly as it arrived. You could hear the woman’s comments echo in your mind and you couldn't help but think about what she said, about her and Nevada potentially sharing a bed – the bed you shared with him.

Rage filled you and at that moment, as your heart shattered into a million pieces, you swung the bat down, aiming for the headlights. The sound of glass shattering filled the night and clear crystals decorated the ground. Blood boiling,you swung once more, this time aiming for the side view mirrors. It took a few swings, but you were victorious in denting the metal and cracking the mirrors. Glass crunched underneath your feet as you continued your assault. The line of people still waiting to get in, gasped and shouted, lifting their phones to record you. You didn’t see it happen, but Miguel ran into the bar to get Nevada.

Moments later, you reached for keys that were dug deep in your pocket. You dug your key into the side of the door, scraping it. Figuring the damage you had inflicted still was not enough; you bent down and jammed the key into the back tire, puncturing it. Air hissed out of the tire and you moved to the front of the car, doing the same to the front tire.

You smiled in satisfaction as you took a step back to assess the damage you had done.

Nevada ran over to where you were standing, taking in the damage you had inflicted on his car. His eyes were wide and his face was beet red.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?" Nevada yelled. You looked up and muttered an expletive as you dropped the bat, it clanking to the ground.

"What am I doing? I should be asking you the same thing! Actually, I don't have to since your whore told me what you two have been, and would be, doing!"

The mystery woman stepped out of the club and her eyes also widened as she recalled you from the bar.

"Puta!” You screamed as you grabbed the bat and swung at the car once more.

Nevada wrestled the bat out of your hands. Instead you chose to start punching and hitting him instead. He looked over his shoulder at Miguel. “Get Marisol out of here.”

“Oh that bitch has a name?” You shrieked once more. Nevada wrapped his strong arms around you, lifting you easily off the ground.

"Let me go!" you furiously replied as Nevada dragged you back into the bar. "You cheated on me!"

Nevada was quiet as he dragged you up to the office. His blood was boiling and as he kicked the door in. He dropped you unceremoniously on the couch.

Nevada slammed the door behind him. “What the fuck Y/N!”

You looked at him incredulously, your eyes were red and swollen. “You cheated on me!”

Nevada sighed. “It’s not what you think it is.”

“I saw you with my own eyes! I am not stupid!” You shouted. “When you didn’t come home, didn’t answer my texts, I tracked your phone. You were at the airport and then you came to the club. What is that all about? God, I can’t believe I let myself fall for you. I must be stupid after all!”

You were now openly sobbing on his couch. “I thought you loved me.”

Nevada raised his hands to the back of his head, his eyes wide; he shook in anger, his face was beet red. "I do love you, you fucking loca. She’s my cousin.”

You stared at him, hiccupping. “What?”

“She’s my cousin - she flew in to visit. She needed a ride from the airport since her boyfriend was put on a double. He’s a cop. I went to pick her up and then brought her here.”

“Your cousin.” You whispered. Everything suddenly made sense.

“I was not, nor would I ever, cheat on you. I want you, you crazy bitch.” Nevada grumbled.

“Then why was Miguel acting so shady?” You demanded. “He made it seem like I couldn’t be there.”

“Fuck if I know.” Nevada snorted. He poured himself a drink and then one for you. As he handed it to you, you eyed the blue inked snake tattoo on his forearm. You tilted the glass all the way back, drinking it in a single gulp. “You know your beer lines are skunked.” You replied quietly, still hiccupping.

“Noted.” Nevada replied quietly. He made a call, speaking in Spanish, which you didn’t understand. As he put his phone away, he sighed. “Let me take you back to Queens. They’re bringing up another car.”

Another black Escalade rolled up, identical to its predecessor - except not damaged. The ride was quiet and sufficiently awkward. Now in your apartment, Nevada shrugged off his clothes, leaving himself in just his boxer briefs. You washed your face and then shrugged off your clothes. Nevada climbed into the bed after you, and you were out like a light as soon as your head hit the pillow, exhausted.

In the morning, you woke up to the smell of eggs frying and strong coffee. You got out of the bed and followed the smell to the kitchen where Nevada was cooking.

You stood on your tip toes and peered around his shoulder. “Smells good.”

Nevada let out a grunt. You frowned and wrapped your arms around him from behind. “I’m sorry for last night.”

Nevada turned to you, and turned off the stove. “I’m sorry too. I should have told you.”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your eyes were lost in the green pool of his eyes.

“You hungry?” Nevada asked.

“In a little bit - I want to go shower.” You replied. “Start without me.”

Nevada nodded and plated some food before going to sit on your couch.

After you showered, you took your time trying to figure out what to wear. You pulled open your delicate drawer and began to leaf through the various garments. Your fingers traced over a lingerie set you hadn’t yet worn and you smiled.

Nevada was still puttering around the kitchen when you joined him once more.

“Hungry yet?” He called out from behind his shoulder, not looking over fully as he dumped the frying pan into the sink. You saw that he had a plate of food set for you but you weren’t hungry for that - not at least in that moment.

“Something like that.” You cooed. Nevada turned around and as he drank you in, the corners of his mouth twitched.

You wore a mauve babydoll chemise set with silver lace trim and rhinestones embellishments. There was a sheer wrapped skirt and a matching panty with a thick lace band and thong cut out. You hadn’t washed your hair, just freshened it up with dry shampoo and you left it loose, the way he liked it. Your face was bare, except for a sheer plum lip tint. For what you wanted to do, lipstick would have just gotten in the way.

“Is this for me mami?” Nevada asked. His eyes were darkened with lust and through his briefs, you could tell that his cock had come to life, already straining against the fabric.

“Yes papi.” You cooed. “I wanted to show how sorry I was for everything. Let me put on a show for you daddy.” You trailed a hand across your decolletage and then down to the swells of your breasts that were already pushed up to an obscene limit thanks to the underwire and padding of the bra.

“I should punish you.” Nevada growled. He didn’t miss how your eyes lit up at the suggestion. He took three wide strides to meet you. He ran a sole finger down your cheek and your eyes fluttered closed in response. That was short-lived as a sharp jolt of pain caused your eyes to fly open. Your head was bent to the side, your hair wound in Nevada’s fist.

“Yes.” You breathed out, a shot of arousal shooting through you. “I need you. Take me right now.”

“I can’t believe you thought I would cheat on you. Why would I do that, when I have these nalgas right here?” Nevada growled, using his other hand to pull you close by grabbing the flesh of your ass. He let loose his grip in your hair and his other hand joined in rolling the fat of your cheeks.

You could feel his hardened member press against the softness of your belly. The feeling caused your cunt to kick and your panties to dampen.

Nevada’s mouth dropped to the slope of your neck, the stubble of his beard grazing your skin. He sucked a dark mark into your skin. You let out a soft moan at the sensation as he continued to rub his beard against your skin, leaving rash marks in its wake.

He spun you around roughly, so your back was to his chest. You could feel the soft curls of his chest hair against your back. He cupped your tits roughly together, before pulling the cups down so your tits spilled out. He grabbed them roughly again, rolling and pinching your nipples until they were hardened buds.

You pushed back against his cock, gyrating in small circles. Nevada held you against him, his heavy, muscled arm wrapped around your chest. He used his foot to nudge your legs apart and his other hand went to your pussy. He gripped it hard and you let out a small squeak.

“This is my pussy, me entiendes?” Nevada growled in your ear.

You let out a gasp as he pushed your underwear to the side and sunk his fingers up and into you. The strokes were initially languid, but then they increased in speed. You lolled your head back and his mouth found your neck once more, sucking a bruise into your flesh.

Nevada removed his fingers from you and you whimpered. He brought his hand to your face and you could see the evidence of your arousal on his long digits. He released his other arm and brought his hand to your throat, gently tightening. He rubbed his fingers on your lips before pushing them roughly in your mouth. You let out a muffled moan as you cleaned his fingers.

“Muy bien.” Nevada growled. He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom. He wasted no time removing his briefs. His cock stood proud. The crown glistened with pre cum and you instinctively licked your lips, needing to feel the weight of his cock against your tongue.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down so that you were on your knees and eye level with his cock. “Open your mouth.” He dragged his cock across your lips and instinctively they parted, ready to take his length into your mouth.

“Open wide mama. Gonna make you choke on this cock.”

You let out a squeak as he smacked his cock against your cheek. You opened your mouth wider and Nevada fed you his cock. He wrapped his hands around the back of your head and he pushed into your mouth further until your nose was nestled against the soft curls of his pubic hair. Your tongue lavished every vein and ridge. You used one hand to stroke him as you bobbed along his length. Spit was dribbling from the corners of your mouth and down your lingerie

His hands gripped your head more tightly, holding you in place. Thrusting his hips forward, Nevada fucked into the back of your throat rough and fast, the sound of you choking and spluttering around him was drowned out by his grunts and groans. Spit covered your chin and your eyes watered, with tears running down your face. All you could do was close your eyes and take it. He took a step back and you gasped as air filled your lungs again. Nevada gave you a lascivious grin and he stroked your cheek, wiping a tear away.

“Such a good girl taking my cock like that.” He praised and you keened in response. He offered his hand and he helped you stand.

Nevada claimed your mouth his. It was rough, all teeth and tongue. He nibbled on your lower lip before sucking on it. When he released your mouth, he gripped your cheeks with his forefinger and thumb and squeezed.

“I am going to fuck you now and you’re going to thank me for it.” He released your face and then gave you a small tapping smack on your cheek.

You jutted your face at him and he did it again. “Get on the bed, loca.”

“How do you want me?” You asked as you scooted back on the bed.

“Por detrás. Take off the rest of your clothes.”

You did so and got on all fours, anticipating Nevada’s next move. You felt the bed dip with his weight and felt his cock rub against your ass. You heard the cap of a bottle open, followed by the sound of him slathering his cock. Two fingers then pressed against you and in you, massaging your walls. You dropped your head forward, moaning slightly.

“Is that what my puta likes? Getting fucked?” Nevada hissed. His mouth was on your ass, biting your flesh, marking you once more.

“I need you.” You whined. “Give it to me.”

Nevada acquiesced and slid into your hot, wet cunt without warning, until he was fully seated. His hips nestled against the curve of your asscheeks and he gripped your hips hard. He set a pace, hard and fast as he wrapped a hand around your waist to pull you down onto his cock so it was nudging at your cervix with every thrust. He was deep and the stretch his girth gave you was glorious. A dreamy smile came across your face and you gripped the mattress below tightly. No one fucked you as well as Nevada did.

“Next time you think I would cheat on you, remember this.” Nevada growled as he drove his cock in and out of you. A sharp smack landed on your ass and then he repeated it on the other cheek, over and over again. The spanks that followed were delivered just as harshly, maybe even more so. He purposely hit your skin in the same areas as before. Your ass was red, hot and stinging.

“Fuck, oh yes, papi!” you whined. Nevada chuckled darkly. He had a knowing smile on his face.

“You want to cum, huh, mama?”

“Please.” You begged. A hand slipped from your hips and found your clitoris, rubbing roughly.

“You wanna cum on papi’s cock?” he asked once more, his breathing staggered.“Alright ma’, you can cum.”

You didn’t have a chance to respond as your walls clenched violently around his cock, gripping as your orgasm washed over you.

As you came down from your high, Nevada had pushed you all the way down onto the bed, his weight completely on top of you. The changed position meant his thrusts were more shallow. You relished the feel of him on you. Primal, animalistic grunts were in your ear as he chased his own release.

You felt his hips still and with a roar, he pushed into you once more, spilling his hot load into you.

Nevada leaned up on his arms, so his weight wasn’t fully on you. He pressed a kiss along your sweaty back before flopping over onto his back. You felt him pull you into his arms and you just allowed yourself to curl into him.

“Vada?” You murmured, as you stroked his chest hair.

“Yeah, mama?”

You looked up at him. “I’m sorry for everything, but especially for fucking up the car. Is it completely damaged out?”

Nevada shook his head as he sat up and grabbed a cigar from the stand next to you. He blew out a puff of smoke. “Nah, I got someone fixing it up already. By tomorrow it’ll be good as new.”

“I owe your cousin an apology.”

Nevada grunted. “You make one hell of an impression Y/N.” He pulled you tightly against him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

FIN

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melk917 · 2 years ago

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I posted 728 times in 2022

That's 152 more posts than 2021!

273 posts created (38%)

455 posts reblogged (63%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@storiesofsvu

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I tagged 554 of my posts in 2022

Only 24% of my posts had no tags

#rafael barba - 142 posts

#mk answers - 136 posts

#law and order svu - 86 posts

#rafael barba x reader - 66 posts

#paul mendelson - 50 posts

#law and order svu imagine - 42 posts

#melk917fantasybingo - 39 posts

#nevada ramirez - 36 posts

#dopesick hulu - 32 posts

#raúl esparza - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#i can’t even tell you how i will never recover from the knowledge that i could have seen this in person… almost saw this in person

My Top Posts in 2022:

For HCs - the moment your libido skyrockets during your pregnancy with the boy of your choice (or all if the inspiration hits!) and how he reacts?

Ohhhh so this is a HC/plot point (?) that happens in the Full Ratchet when she gets pregnant. So gleefully doing this for Rafa.

So, short answer? He is surprised, but loves it.

So there are two big surprises for him along these lines: one, he was certainly not expecting the hormone shift in the second trimester that leads to you jumping him at every opportunity; and two, he wasn't expecting just how much he is actually into how your body is changing. It's not that he assumed he'd wouldn't be attracted to you. It that he's surprised by just how much he's into it.

So, honestly, it's a surprise, but it works out?

And really, it does start to feel like it's everywhere, all the time. He's not working full time at this point (having just left the DA's office a few months before), so he's easier access.

You're waking him up in the morning with soft kisses down his neck, a hand slipping over his hip to tease him to full hardness. Whispering in his ear, begging him to let you blow him, to ride him.

You'll back him up against the counter when he's making breakfast, pulling him close and licking into his mouth.

Sliding into his lap when he's working or just watching TV.

Pulling him close when you're out to dinner, slipping your hand up his thigh under the table, teasing him, whispering in his ear, begging him to take you home and fuck you. Telling him how wet you are. Taking his hand and pulling it up your skirt or down you pants to show him.

Slipping into the shower with him in the morning or at night.

You can't get through a full movie anymore. You're pulling his arm around you, arching against him, pulling his hand up to cup your breasts, or down between your legs.

At night, you're coming to bed in lingerie you'd never sleep in, slipping into his lap. Or some nights you'll be waiting for him, naked between the sheets (sometimes even playing with yourself before gets there because the two minutes he spends brushing his teeth are just too long to wait.)

There's weekends the two of you hardly get out of bed, ordering in, and just going for round after round.

And honestly, he's just as crazy for you. The curve of your belly, how full your breasts are getting, the curve of your hips, your thighs, your ass. He didn't expect it, how crazy it makes him, how he can't keep his hands off you. And you're teasing him, telling him it's because he's unconsciously recognizing that he's the one that's done that to you, that it's his child. (He doesn't need to fully understand why, as long as he can get his hands on you.)

You two go away when you're about 5 or 6 months pregnant. A last trip while you can travel. Some place warm and relaxing. And he's utterly floored the day you go to the beach and you've got that tiny black bikini on. It's pure torture for him, the way you fill out the top, the curve of your belly. And when you hold out the bottle of sunscreen and ask him to help you apply it, a knowing smirk on your face, he thinks he's going to combust if he can't have you right then. He's tugging the curtains closed on the cabana and stripping you out of that so he can get his mouth on you. (There was no way he could wait till you got back to the hotel room.)

It eventually tapers off, and you get way too uncomfortable and sensitive to be up to that level of passion and need. But he's just as happy to curl up behind you, rubbing your back, your feet, and sharing snacks. Whatever helps.

86 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

Table Top or Just Give Me a Lap Dance

Warnings: Some dirty dancing, a hint of language (including light Daddy kink) and suggested nudity

Rating: M

Pairing: Rafael Barba x f!Reader

Summary: A little grinding to seduce (Tell me how we do it, if you want me, and I want you too)

Song Vibes: Envolver

The flash of lights from the street outside shifts across his face, highlighting the flush on his cheeks. He’s a bit drunk, loose limbed and rumpled, a pleased little smile tugging at his mouth as the two of you are finally left alone, all your guests gone.

He watches with bright eyes, tongue darting out to wet his lips as you make your approach, fingers playing at the edges of the sheer slip you’re wearing, hips rolling with the beat of the music, bass turned up to shiver through the air.

You know the picture you present, backlit, curves of your body just shaded through the fabric, suggesting just enough to tease, to hint at what awaits.

“You didn’t want to go with your friends?”

He drags his gaze from your thighs up the length of your body to your face, his pupils blown wide. He shakes his head, slow and deliberate, as he reaches out, long fingers tracing warm from your knee to your hip. They steal under the edge of your slip to stroke your skin.

“Well then. It looks like it’s just us here.” Your voice is shaded with amusement as he nods absently, his chin tilted up to hold your gaze, his palm curving over your hip.

You lean down, lips against his ear, voice low. “Shouldn’t we play by the rules if we’re going to play this game?”

He makes a soft sound of protest as you pull back to smirk at him, tugging his hands from your skin. You push lightly on his chest until he’s sprawled back on the couch, legs spread, collar open, tie loose. He’s watching you through hooded eyes, lips parted around heavy breaths, fingers curling against the cushions so he doesn’t reach for you. He’s wrecked and you’re just starting.

The bass throbs, seductive, and you let it flow through you, winding your hips, dragging your palms up your sides to cup your breasts, fabric bunching, teasing over your nipples as you sway to the beat. He lets out a sigh and shifts against the cushions, gaze rapt, burning with a smoldering heat.

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as you slide into his lap, working your hips against him in a slow drag that twists his sigh into a low groan, pulled from deep in his chest. The guttural rumble vibrates through you, making your cunt clench and you shiver against him.

“That’s it,” you murmur as you slide your hands up his chest. One tangles in his hair, drawing a pleasured gasp from him with a sharp tug, while you arch your back, teasing your hard nipples across his chest, and grind down harder against him. A moan catches in your throat at the feel of his cock, hard and hot against the curve of your ass, even through the fabric of his trousers.

“Let me do all the work here, Daddy.” Your voice is low and dark in his ear, breath ghosting warm across his skin. He groans helplessly, cock jumping against you at your words, and your smirk turns smug. “You just sit back and enjoy the show.”

89 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

A Change of Plans

Warnings: Teasing & innuendo, nudity, mentions of sex

Rating: T

Pairings: Rafael Barba x Reader

WC: 2,510

A/N: A shameless, tooth-rotting bit of NYE fluff. A few days late but hopefully not a dollar short. Inspired by an anon request. (Don’t worry, anon, I will get to answering all of it, but I needed this bit of soft NYE fluff with Barba in full first. I hope you enjoy this in the meantime!)

Also, for some background, if anyone else is a nerd like me, you'll notice that the 2nd William Lewis trial starts on Jan 2nd, and was only scheduled for that as of the end of Dec. So 100% a valid reason for canceling your NYE plans to work, I think.

Edit: Adding this as a fill for @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo for the 'New Year's Eve' square! Wasn't planned, but a happy coincidence.

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108 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

Can i ask for a hc about edging the hell outta Barba?

Oh fuck, yes, anon. Let’s do it.

See below the cut for what turn into something longer than intended.

He’s been incredibly difficult for the last week: short tempered, frustrated… more than a little bitchy, to be honest. Things are just not lining up on his current case, and he’s tearing his hair out at each new hurdle (and facing a smug Buchanan in court is just killing him).

He’s been taking it out on you, too. Not in big ways, but he’s short with you, purposefully misinterpreting things you say so he can snap back. He’s brusque and snide and just a little cruel.

Sure, you know where it’s coming from. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to let it slide.

You wait until Friday, when you know that if his work schedule for that night is thrown off, he’s still got time to make it up.

He gets home that night and, like usual, makes his first stop in the bedroom to change out of his suit. Except instead of an empty, dark room, he finds you, leaning back on the bed, done up in a corset and garter belt combo, thigh high stockings showing off your legs, a length of rope in your hands.

He pulls up short, eyebrows raised, as you get up slowly, backing him up until he hit the doorway.

You tell him he’s been very ill behaved this week. Bad tempered. Bitchy.

He scoffs.

But there’s a bright flash in his eyes, something close to relief. Like you're giving him a way out.

You tell him he owes you an apology. Doesn’t he agree? All he has to do is apologize and he can have you however he wants you. You hold the length of rope out in offer.

He rolls his eyes instead and shrugs. Says you’re just sensitive.

And oh that was not the way to go. You have his wrists up behind his back before he can blink. You ask him if is sure. Sure that he has nothing to say.

He tells you to do your worst, because you can’t possibly think he’ll ever say he’s sorry.

You bite the back of his neck in warning and step back before you can feel him shudder against you.

You tell him to strip and lay back. And you’ll see just which one of you will break first.

And god, he’s still so smug, even as he strips, lets you tie him to the bed.

And you start slow. Taking his abandoned tie and running it up his legs, over his hips. You scrape your teeth lightly over his nipples, then blow cool air over the sensitive flesh.

You go out of your way to tease, his cock filling, twitching. He’ll let a soft noise or two slip out, but he’s doing his best to resist. When you look up to meet him in the eye, when you ask if he’s ready to apologize, he stares back, challenging, a smirk twisting his lips. He’s daring you to do your worst.

So you do.

You work him over with lips and tongue and fingers. You tug his balls, rub his perineum, working his prostate from the outside.

He starts to slip a bit when you do that, hips flexing against the sheets. His cock is fully hard now, flagging heavily, resting in the crease of his thigh. But you ignore it.

You ask again and he just gives you a defiant tilt of his jaw.

So you grab the lube, slicking your fingers to tease gently at his hole while you scrape your teeth over his hips. Suck marks into his inner thighs.

This is where he slips.

You rub a finger over his prostate, just as you lick a seam up his balls and he cracks, letting a moan slip out. He is painfully hard, cock flushed a deep red, precum dripping and smearing across his hip. He twitches hard with each press against his prostate.

He starts to bargain. Offering himself, offering sexual favors in return. If you just touch him.

You say you’re happy to give him what he wants… he just has to apologize. He groans and shakes his head, taking deep breaths through his nose to try and pull back from the edge.

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My #1 post of 2022

Soft hc for Rafael watching you get ready for date night?

He is almost done getting ready himself, doing up his cuffs, straightening his shirt, when he catches you out of the corner of his eye.

You're not dressed yet, just in your bra and panties as you do your make up. He's not even leering, he's not lingering on your curves (though it's not like he's missed them either). Instead he's just captivated by how you move, the grace in your gestures, the economy of movement. How you sway to the music you have playing the background, half singing along under your breath. You look up to catch his eye in the mirror and wink, and he's grinning back, not at all embarrassed that he's been caught watching.

He sits back to track your movements as you pull your clothes on, nimble fingers doing up buttons and ties.

He stays back, content to just watch, until you go to fasten your necklace (a thin chain with a single stone that he had gotten you that Christmas you had come up to the Bronx with him and spent the holiday with his mother and grandmother). You're fumbling with the clasp and then he's there, his hands warm on yours as he takes over, doing it up for you before he's smoothing them over your shoulders and down your sides to your waist, tugging you against him and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck, breathing in your scent. Your shampoo mixed with the perfume you just put on.

"All set?" he murmurs, meeting your eyes in the mirror over your shoulder.

You turn your head to kiss his cheek, huffing a laugh against his lips as he turns his head to capture your mouth instead.

"Yeah, let's go. Before you get any ideas..."

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yougotthat-write · 3 years ago

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this has been in my head for days but like a fic where rafael barba (law & order: svu) and nevada ramirez (trouble in the heights) were twins who were separated really young bc their parents divorced and i needed to get this out of my brain. there's probably spelling errors and stuff.

so, rafael grew up with their mother - who was nice, loved him, and gave him the drive to pursue his career, and became a force to be reckoned with in and outside a courtroom. nevada grew up with their father - he was abusive emotionally, physically, mentally yada yada. nevada ran away when he was like sixteen, changed his name, started a new life for himself in washington heights doing bad boy tingz.

anyway, flash forward to you being the newbie on the svu team, meeting everyone and oh, who is that cutie in the suit and constant scowl on his face? barba starts to like you, you like barba. sonny is screaming "when is the wedding?!" and amanda is teaching jesse how to hold a fancy pillow that holds the rings. this annoys you and barba but also, are they wrong?? no.

but before we can get to all the cute relationship things and marriage, we're at the chest aching pining stage, and a case comes into svu where women were being assaulted/raped. the rapist slipped up one night and left dna at the crime scene or something. warner gives you the results and the guy is in the system and it's learned he's part of a gang (nevada's obvi)

so you and nick make the trip up to washington heights (shout out to the in the heights movie and soundtrack that i can't get out of my head!!) and you start asking around about the perp. you and nick find him but he bolts. you follow him to a warehouse or something. idk how you and nick meet nevada, maybe you walk upon one of his deals or something?? idk but it results in a shootout.

bullets flying around, shouting, the whole nine yards. men scrambling into large black suvs but you and nick are ok until a window rolls down in one of the suvs and it stops you in your tracks. a hand starts to extend through the window, you don't hear nick yelling at you to take cover, and you don't feel the bullets hitting your vest until your on the ground and looking up at the sky.

was that? no. it can't be. but you knew those eyes anywhere.

then you feel the impact, the pain that makes you suck in a hard breath and makes you feel like you're suffocating. you start to groan, tears pricking your eyes as nick comes into view. he has a phone to his ear, his lips moving but you can't hear the words because you let out a scream. nick is trying to tell you that the bullets only hit your vest but you can't hear or feel anything other than the pain.

you're rushed to bellevue. you have a broken rib, bruising, your head hurts like hell from the concrete. nick rode with you to the hospital. olivia is the first to arrive, eyes glassy with anger and sympathy. her voice croaks out, "who did this?" nick goes into detail about the gang they encountered. he didn't see the face of your shooter though. fin, amanda, and sonny file in.

amanda tries to joke. fin offers a shrug of "it could be worse." and sonny says that his ma is making cannolis for you. they all stand around your hospital bed, giving looks of sympathy, trying to figure out who these people are and who shot you.

the last to roll in with a knock on the door is barba. you didn't see him yet because the wall of people around you hasn't parted. his hair looks disheveled. he isn't wearing a suit jacket. he's slightly out of breath and amanda quips, "did you run here, barba?" you feel nauseous. sonny gives a lopsided smile, "you look rough." barba doesn't quip back. he parts the sea of people and when you look up at him from your bed, you let out a scream.

the room is hectic. everyone's eyes widen, nick lays a hand on your shoulder. olivia tries to soothe you with words. fin takes a step back towards the door, asking for a nurse. barba steps closer to you and that's when you start to slide away from him. your chest hurts when you try to sit up, nick and olivia try to push you back down into bed. amanda watches you quietly.

rafael says your name and you turn to look at him, eyes teary. he watches the tears slide down your face and you look him in those green eyes that you would know anywhere and whisper shakily, "you shot me."

while nick has never been a part of the barba fanclub, even he is taken aback by the accusation. fin makes a 'this girl crazy' face, amanda looks between you and barba, sonny's mouth is open like a fish, and olivia is speechless. a nurse comes in and asks what's wrong. amanda asks what drugs you've been given. you haven't been given anything that would make you this delusional.

the look in your eyes - the fear - made rafael step back. now he was the one with the ache in his chest. he did what? you're babbling like a baby, tears falling onto your hospital gown, body trembling. every detective in the room knows who you are. they know you're a strong person, an honest person, a fighter. but they also know barba. a man with a quick mouth, snarky looks, and a library of law stuffed into his brain. he was a fighter. he was honest. it's why the two of you seemed to be hitting off so well.

but accusing him of shooting you? everyone thought you lost your marbles and rafael looked like he had just been shot instead.

everyone started bombarding nick with questions. what did he see? who was there? where did they go? nick told everyone what happened again but paused. "we saw the window roll down... and uh," he looked over at you for a moment. "i told her to take cover. i ducked away and when i looked at her... she had this look on her face." nick's gaze flickered over to rafael. "she looked like she knew the person and she just froze."

rafael swallowed the bile in his throat. "you can't be serious-"

"where did you come from counselor?" nick bristled and rafael's gaze hardened at the fellow spanish man. olivia put her hands up between the two men who stood on opposite sides of your bed.

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aaaaand that's all i have. if a fic would ever be written about this, it would be soooo long, holy crap. anyway, can someone else write it for me??? i have $6 in tips that i made last night and it has your name on it if you do this for me lolol

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