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x-bluefire-heart-x · 1 year ago

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Looks and Wine

Okay guys here is chapter six! This one focus' more on Viper's relationship with Liv and Amanda, only a little interaction between Viper and Rafael.

Also, not sure if I mentioned this previously but I don't plan on adhering to the timeline of the show overly much. There will be some cannon events but they will happen slightly differently, particularly in terms of timeline.

Warnings: None, that I can think of.

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You looked up at the sound of Rafael’s voice and grinned when he caught your eye. He smiled back before focusing back on Olivia, though you thought his eyes drifted over to you every now and then. Liv was giving an update regarding the current case and the need for a warrant for a possible suspects financials. In the several days since the two of you had been to the prison another victim had turned up, only this time there was a hit on his DNA, which allowed the team to trace his movements and finally get some answers. The latest victim had been a proud bisexual man who had last used his credit card at one of the gay bars in the city. Security footage showed him walking out, with his arm around another man, thankfully the suspect had used a credit card to pay for the last round of drinks.

“I honestly didn’t believe you when you said you and Rafael had sorted your shit out,” Amanda’s voice startled you, forcing you to realise that you hadn’t looked away from said man since he walked in. “But looks like there could be some different tension?”

“Shut it you,” you blushed. “There certainly won’t be. I was merely thinking and happened to be looking in that general area.”

“Uh-huh, a sloppy excuse if I ever heard one,” Finn joined in on the teasing. “Gonna make Nick jealous.”

“What?” you looked at Finn confused. “Why would Nick be jealous?”

“I think you me and Liv need to have some drinks tonight,” Amanda answered patting you on the shoulder before walking away leaving you even more confused.

“Finn,”

“Come on Viper, you aren’t blind, you’ve seen how Nick has been with you lately,” Finn pointed out.

“I mean yeah, but he’s kinda like that with most people, he is a caring person,” you countered. “You said he hovered a little with Liv after, you know.”

“He did but the looks-”

“What looks?” You asked, waving your hands.

Finn was about to answer when Liv and Rafael walked over. Liv stopped at Finn’s desk but Rafael continued to yours and perched on the edge swiping some of the chocolate covered almonds you had in a container. You rolled your eyes at his thieving and flicked his thigh. As this was happening Nick walked into the room, pausing at seeing Rafael on your desk grinning smugly down at you while you looked up at him, the softest look of annoyance on your face he had ever seen. He felt a sharp stab in his chest, as he took in the situation, hands clenching.

“Hey,” Amanda nudged him, trying to force him to look away. “Nick, Liv and I talked to you about this. Rein it in. You know Viper doesn’t like being coddled or handled with kiddie gloves and they won’t stop being annoyed with you until you start to listen.”

“I know, I do,” Nick nodded.

“And you also can’t glare at Barba just because the two get along now,” Amanda grinned. Nick hung his head at her teasing, rolling his eyes the hard look leaving them when he looked back over and saw you looking at him. He smiled softly at you, chuckling a little as you raised an eyebrow looking between him and Amanda before smiling back.

“Oh Liv, apparently Amanda wants us to have drinks tonight,” you interrupted her and Finn’s conversation.

“Oh?” Liv asked. “Why?”

“Um…not sure,” your eyes shifted to Rafael before quickly looking back at her.

“Oh don’t be so coy Viper,” Finn grinned. “I think Amanda want’s to explain some looks-”

“I will stab you,” Viper growled interrupting Finn, pointing a finger at him and glaring.

“Detective,” Rafael’s voice was mock scolding. “That is a crime.”

“Justifiable,” you countered eyes going back to him, that same cheeky grin from the other day on your face.

“Hm, I could argue it,” Rafael nodded. “Carry on.” He snagged some more almonds before standing up. “I’ll get you those warrants.” As he walked away Liv looked between the two of you, saw Nick and Amanda on the other side of the room near the coffee, looked back at Finn and then finally rested her eyes on you.

“Oh, I see. You, me and Amanda are definitely doing drinks,” she laughed walking into Cragen’s office to give him an update. Leaving you to groan and drop your head onto your desk.

“I hate all of you.”

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“Oi Counsellor, got us those warrants yet?” You asked strolling into his office without a knock on the door.

“No, please just walk right on in Detective,” Rafael said without looking up, his voice dry as he waved his hand dismissively.

“Door was open,” you shrugged. Nick trailed in behind you.

“I see manners are still something you lack,” Rafael sighed finally looking up and glaring at you. “Open doors are not an open invitation.”

“Calm down Barba,” Nick muttered. Rafael shifted his gaze to Nick, the playfulness of the glare leaving slightly as he noticed Nick was not joining in with the teasing.

“We’re teasing Nick,” you nudged him rolling your eyes at his seriousness. “Relax it’s all in good fun now.”

Nick looked at you jaw clenching before he sighed nodding and accepting it for now. He truly did want to get things back to how they were between the two of you, before that night you got slightly drunk and cried on his shoulder. He thought the two of you had shared a moment and over breakfast the following morning he felt a connection even some tension, and he had wanted to try and build off of that but maybe he had over stepped too much with you. He had just been concerned, he had never seen you so vulnerable and it made his protectiveness flare, all he had wanted to do was look after you and make it better. He honestly should have known better after Maria. He knew he needed to take a few steps back, and wait for you to come to him if you needed anything.

“And those warrants are right there,” Rafael pointed to a folder sitting on the left side of the desk. “You have access to the financials of one Andrew Moore. I also have a warrant waiting to be signed for DNA and all electronic devices once you can put him in the same vicinity as any other victim.”

“Very efficient Mr Barba,” you said picking up the folder and checking over the warrant before looking back up at him. “We’ll definitely be back, maybe even with a profile.” You winked at him when he groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Of course you will be,” he muttered watching as you walked out of his office with Nick trailing behind. He stopped for a minute waiting to ensure you had left before turned back to Rafael. “Something else detective?”

“You changed your tune with Viper fairly quickly,” Nick said his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“And that is a problem is it?” Rafael asked his defences up. “I was under the impression that everyone wanted the two of us to start getting along.”

“No, it’s no problem,” Nick shrugged. “Just curious, the two of you are getting along quite well. Let’s hope it continues.”

“Detective, I do not see how any of this has to do with you,” Rafael said with a hard edge to his voice. “And I suggest you leave it be, it is between Viper and myself.”

“It is my business if you hurt them, again,” Nick argued, he was about to continue when he heard your voice calling out.

“Nick, we need to get going,” you called out coming back into the annex of Rafael’s office smiling at Carmen who was returning to her desk. “We need to get these back, it’ll take a while before all the finances are gathered so we need to get it rolling.”

“Coming Viper,” Nick turned away from Rafael ignoring him completely in favour of returning to your side. Rafael watched as you good naturedly shoved his arm, complaining about keeping you waiting and trying to get out of him what the two of you were discussing your voice echoing down the hallway.

Rafael sighed not liking how he had reacted to Nick’s statements about how quickly he and Viper had turned around your relationship nor did he like or appreciate how Nick had implied that he would hurt Viper. Again. Rafael couldn’t quite put a name to the initial flare of emotion but it had quickly become anger. And that was not something Rafael had expected, Nick and he had bumped heads and disagreed before but never had Rafael felt anger towards the detective. Nor had he ever felt whatever that first emotion was, or the one that followed as he watched Viper and Nick interact. It seemed he and Viper weren’t the only ones to quickly change the tone of their relationship. Last he had heard you and Nick had been at odds, with how overbearing the detective had been recently but it appeared as though that was on the mends, at least on the way to being mended.

“Mr Barba,” Carmen’s voice interrupted his musings. “You’re 3 o’clock is here.”

You opened the door to your apartment with the biggest put on sigh you could manage. Amanda and Olivia stood on the other side bottles of wine and cheese and dips, and grins that told you nothing good would come of this evening.

“No, absolutely not,” you muttered opening the door wider to let them both in. “Leave the goods and get out.”

“Ha ha, you are so amusing,” Amanda rolled her eyes as she took over your kitchen as if it were her own. Grabbing three wine glasses and the cheese board, as Liv started opening the cheeses and dips placing them on the board.

“Catch,” Liv threw the boxes of crackers at you.

You had situated yourself on the couch watching as your two friends invaded your kitchen not bothering to help since they had invited themselves over and you just knew there would be teasing. You caught them easily enough, opening them just as the other two come over and took a seat either side of you. Amanda passed you a glass of wine, placing the bottles on the table, you gulped down one mouthful.

“Alright, what is this about?” you muttered.

“Right to it, don’t want to have some causal conversation first?” Liv asked taking some cheese.

“Would rather not drag this out,” you sighed.

“You are no fun Viper,” Amanda said flicking your shoulder. “This is about you, Nick and Rafael.”

“And I have no idea what you meant by looks,” you pointed out leaning forward to grab some dip on a cracker. Amanda and Liv shared a look over you head before you sat back. “So please, inform me.”

“Let’s start with Nick,” Amanda said. “What happened that night we all went drinking? Things have been off between you and Nick since then.”

“I may have broken down a little,” you admitted sipping your wine. “I maybe felt a little something when he comforted me but I didn’t know what to do with that and I had never felt it before and I was drunk and then he stayed the night, nothing happened, he slept on the couch and made me breakfast in the morning.”

“That’s sweet,” Liv said.

“Yeah, I thought so as well, and I guess whatever that spark was before it came back and I really didn’t know how to handle it but I thought it might go away, I mean I didn’t think I was leading Nick on,” you continued. “I mean, I really hope I didn’t-”

“You didn’t, the way you acted with Nick didn’t change,” Amanda said through some cheese and crackers. “I mean you did start acting cold towards him.”

“Yeah, because the dude just took the shining knight thing to serious,” you groused. “I mean, look I really appreciate knowing that he, and all you care, and want to make sure I was okay but sometimes he is a bit much. Like, because I had a breakdown I suddenly can’t do my job or – or I don’t know.”

“We can all agree that Nick is intense, especially when he cares about someone,” Liv agreed. “Hopefully, he takes the steps back he said he would.”

“Wait, you talked to him about his?” you asked glancing from Liv to Amanda. “Both of you?”

“Maybe, we both noticed and you and Rafael were still at odds and we knew that having more tension in the team wouldn’t be good,” Liv said. “We also knew that you don’t like being crowded. You come to us for help when you need it. And I think Nick needed reminding of that fact.”

“He definitely needed reminding,” Amanda scoffed. “And he seems to be trying.”

“I hate this,” you whine. “And he does, well, he did. Until we went to Rafael’s office, we bantered and Nick seemed agitated about it. And he stayed back for a minute or two to talk with Rafael. He wouldn’t tell me about what.”

“Hm, yes, Rafael,” Liv grinned. “That is something else.”

“What? We dealt with our shit,” you said leaning forward to refill your wine, offering the same to the other two before swiping up a few more crackers and pieces of cheese.

“Hm, yes, seems like you two are now getting along very well,” Amanda giggled, sipping more wine.

“How did you two work things out?” Liv asked curious. “I know it happened when the two of you went to the prison.”

“I had another panic attack,” you started. “He helped me through it and I don’t know even before that it seemed to be better, he bought us lunch that we could eat on the way it was…I talked about my time undercover and he, he didn’t look at me differently.”

“Why would he?” Amanda asked confused.

“There are things that only Liv knows, Amanda,” you said softly. “About the things I did. Well, Liv and my psych and now I guess Rafael.”

“It’s okay Viper,” Amanda squeezed your arm. “If you ever want someone else. Well, I am here.”

“Thanks, Manda,” you leaned against her briefly before sitting straight.

“Anything else happen on that trip?” Liv pressed.

“Well, I mean we interviewed Cooper, I reacted as one might expect when we left and he comforted me again,” you smiled softly eyes going soft as you remembered the warmth of his hand on your arm. “And he reassured me that how I felt was normal and didn’t change who I was as a person. We then…well, we bantered a little and it just seemed to click.”

“And you felt something else?” Amanda teased. “Maybe a spark?”

“Why would you think that?!” you questioned, voice going up a little in pitch as you felt a flutter inside.

“Because of the looks,” Amanda was almost exasperated in her answer. “Just today you could barely keep your eyes off of him. And the way you looked at him, well, I have never seen you look at anyone like that.”

“I don’t look at him in any way,” you protested.

“Viper, you protest too much I think,” Liv laughed. “And you do by the way. On top of that I have never seen you argue with someone the way you did with Rafael. It was very sparky.”

“Sparky?” you asked. “I don’t think I have ever heard you use that word before.”

“But it is accurate,” Amanda agreed. “The minute you two met there was a spark. And sometimes when people don’t want to acknowledge certain things they can react in the opposite way. There was a spark of attraction so when you ignored it, it came out as frustration instead.”

You bit your lip staring into the wine in your glass as you took in what Amanda and Liv were telling you. You knew there was a spark, a feeling that came up every time you saw Rafael, every time you argued with him and now every time you were in the same room as him. Amanda was right, you just didn’t want to acknowledge it. And Liv was right you were protesting too much. But you just couldn’t and didn’t want to deal with it, you and Rafael had only just gotten to a friendly stage and to even think of anything beyond that was, just not something you could think of.

“Say, you two are right,” you started. “Say I did feel a spark with Rafael, then what about the spark I felt with Nick, I mean I was drunk and I don’t think I have felt anything since the morning after.”

“There is a chance it was just an effect of the alcohol, your argument with Rafael and the fact that Nick was there when you were vulnerable,” Liv explains, refilling everyone’s wine glasses again, it was definitely that kind of night. “Are you sure you haven’t felt anything?”

“Yes, I definitely haven’t felt anything for Nick. Even before he became overbearing, I mean before that night I didn’t feel any spark,” you shrugged, “He is attractive no doubt about that but there isn’t anything.”

“Then there is nothing to worry about,” Amanda answered. “Nick is a big boy he can handle it.”

“You mean you’ll help?” you teased.

“No, little bit like you in that regard,” Amanda laughed. “Attractive but I don’t think I could do the knight in shining amor thing either.”

“Hm, poor Nick,” you cooed. “The man just needs someone who wants a shining knight and protective man. Now enough about me.”

“No!” Amanda complained. “We need to talk more about you and Rafael. You deserve a bit of happiness, Viper and honestly so does Rafael.”

“And Rafi needs someone like you,” Liv added. “Someone who keeps him on his toes and can banter with him.”

“Ugh!” you threw back the rest of your wine and pouted, cheeks completely puffed out and your arms crossed. Liv laughed as she took your glass and refilled it again. You all had tomorrow off baring an emergency in the case as the suspects financials were still being dug out for Amanda to go through.

“Alright fine,” Amanda agreed. “I have nothing new in my life.”

“I think Cassidy and I are going to break up,” Liv stated causing you and Amanda to turn your heads to her in such a speed she almost worried your necks would snap.

“What? Why?” Amanda asked.

“Did he do something? I swear they won’t find a body,” you promised.

“Viper! Jesus, death and violence should not be your first response,” Liv laughed, you rolled your eyes knowing she secretly loved that you reacted like that.

“I don’t know, some instances it’s right,” Amanda argued. “But back to the point.”

“We don’t seem to be in sync anymore and I don’t think he thinks about the future with me,” she said, her voice was sad. “I want to think about kids but he, I don’t think he does and I don’t know if I should bring it up or how I would.”

“Liv, I’m sorry,” Amanda moved to sit on the arm of the couch wrapping her arm around Liv’s shoulder. You squeezed her arm, even though you didn’t like Cassidy you knew that Liv loved him that he had been there for her during the aftermath of Lewis. You could see Liv finally letting her walls down as she stopped pretending.

“After Lewis I think, I think it was then that things started to slowly change,” Liv continued. “But since I become a Sargeant we’ve been missing each other even more. It’s been difficult.”

“Oh Liv, I’m sure it isn’t anything either of you have done,” you said. “But you should talk to him.”

“I know, we’re planning on meeting up tomorrow for dinner,” she sighed. “I think he wants to have a talk as well. I think IAB isn’t agreeing with him either, I hope he finds what he is looking for. I truly do.”

“Of course, that’s the kind of person you are Liv,” Amanda said lightly kissing her on the cheek. You had all shuffled along on the couch, with Liv now in the middle and allowing Amanda to have a seat properly. “Kind, caring and always wants the best for the people you care about.”

“Hm, too true!” you cheered holding your glass out, a cheeky giggle leaving you. “Especially, when you get to tease those people while setting them straight!”

“I don’t tease all of them,” Liv argued.

“Oh, well, just me then? How lovely,” you teased, poking your tongue out when Liv huffed in false annoyance.

“She teases Rafael as well,” Amanda grinned leaning around Liv, her arm still around her shoulder. “See, the two of have even more in common.”

“Oh god I thought we had left that entire…thing behind!” you whined.

“Not a chance Viper,” Liv tacked on. “It’s rare for us to have something to constantly tease you over.”

“Yes, and you can’t deny that you like him!” Amanda sang. “When you first saw him, before he pissed you off, you paused and your eyes roved up and down his body.”

“That did not happen,” you pointed your finger at her.

“I was there Viper, you can’t lie to me,” Amanda said turning to Liv. “Seriously, you should have see it, our Viper almost swooned. They took a moment to say anything after I first introduced them. Never seen them like that before nor how they reacted to Rafael refuting their profile.”

“You should have recorded that!” Liv laughed. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that before. Viper, that is adorable.”

“You know, I meant it as a joke earlier when I said I hate you all,” Viper muttered. “But now I mean it. You had better not mention any of this to Finn, he will never leave it alone and the two of you are enough. And don’t you dare ask Rafael about it!”

“Oh I so am,” Liv promised.

“Won’t tell Finn…but come on Viper, the guy is a shark with stuff like this he will sniff it out and then never leave you alone anyway,” Amanda pointed out grabbing some more cheese.

“Stupid detective being too good,” you said. “You guys want food food?”

The other two nodded and you decided on ordering pizza, the perfect food for drinking. These were the nights you missed the most when you had been undercover, drinking and just talking with your team. Sometimes it would be like tonight where it is only you three, sometimes all of you or any other mix of the team. The three of you continued drinking, eating and chatting until midnight and even a little after. Of course they continued to tease you about Rafael and you took it good naturedly, finding that it helped a little with the feelings that…appeared when you were near Rafael or even when you thought of him. But still, that wasn’t something you wanted to think too much on or deal with at that moment wanting to work on your friendship with the man. You thought that it would be a very good friendship.

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fatecantstopme · 1 year ago

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Better Together

Pairing: Rafael Barba x reader

Summary: Barba acts like he hates you because it's the only way he can keep his cool in your presence. Things come to a head and you call him out on it...

Warnings: cursing, Rafael is a bit of a dick at first. Use of nicknames (baby, cariño, querida, etc.). SMUT, oral (M and F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

A/N: Spanish translations in brackets/italics after each sentence.

cariño/querida: sweetheart/dear/darling/baby/etc.

por favor: please

qué: what

hermosa: beautiful/gorgeous

"Right...and what makes you qualified to make that determination?"

You glared at him. "Eight years of education and ten years of practice."

"Fine, but how long did you actually talk to him?" he countered.

"Four hours."

"So now you're an expert in his mental health?"

You groaned. "He belongs in a psychiatric facility, Barba. Not a prison."

"I disagree. He raped and murdered five women."

"I'm not defending his actions, but I'm telling you he's incapable of understanding the consequences of his actions."

"She's right, counselor," Olivia Benson cut in. "I got the same feeling she did when I first talked to him."

Rafael Barba let out an annoyed huff. "Fine. What do you propose?"

"Offer him a deal," she suggested. "Send him where he can get the help he needs."

Barba nodded, expression still slightly annoyed. "Fine." With that, he walked out of the precinct, presumably to go write up a deal.

As soon as he was out of ear shot, you turned to your friend and colleague. "He argues with me for ten minutes straight, but you tell him the same damn thing and he immediately agrees?"

Olivia shrugged. "You know how he is."

"Pompous, arrogant, rude, and downright insulting?"

She laughed. "All of the above, but he's also a pretty damn good ADA."

You sighed. "I would absolutely love to disagree with you, but you're not wrong. Part of me hates that he's so good at his job. And I hate his smug face and his attitude and those damn three piece suits he looks so goddamn good in," you finished your ramble with a groan.

"Maybe if you told him you thought he was hot, he'd be nicer to you," Olivia said with a wink.

"I hate you."

She laughed. "No you don't."

"Fine, I don't, but I will do no such thing. He quite clearly despises me."

"Does he?"

"Does who what?" Nick Amaro asked as he entered the squad room.

"Does Barba hate (Y/N)?" Olivia asked.

Nick chuckled. "Without a doubt."

"See?!" you said smugly.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "One of these days you're going to have to talk to him. Tell him off for being such an ass to you all the time."

"Now that I agree with," Nick cut in.

"If he pushes the right buttons, I will."

**********

Little did you know that two days later, Barba would push the exact right button.

Olivia, Nick, Amanda, Fin, and yourself were gathered in the squad room discussing your latest case. You had two dead girls in two days and 1PP was already breathing down your necks.

You were going over the profile with the team when Barba walked in. "I know it sounds crazy, guys, but I believe the perp is a girl...probably the same age as the victims."

"Why?" Fin asked.

As you started to explain your reasoning, to include the lack of sexual assault, the relationship between the two girls, and the anger clearly present in the attacks, Barba cut you off with a harsh laugh.

"You think a 10 year old girl is capable of inflicting that kind of trauma?" he interjected. "There's no way."

You took a deep breath in through your nose and exhaled from your mouth before responding. You needed those ten seconds to calm yourself so you didn't murder him. "Were you ever a 10 year old girl?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Obviously not."

"Are you a forensic psychologist?"

"Again, no."

"Have you been working violent sex crimes for 10 years?"

"No..."

"Then be quiet and listen," you finished harshly.

You'd never snapped at him quite so intensely before and he was taken aback. He was also very aware that he may have taken it a little too far this time. He'd made it a point to keep you at arm's length (or farther) for the past 6 months, and he was belatedly realizing he may have been too cruel.

You finished your profile, answering the questions posed by the rest of the squad, before everyone went about their assigned duties.

Barba announced he was going back to his office to update the DA and you were thankful to be rid of him.

"Maybe you were right, (Y/N)," Olivia said softly. "He either hates you or he hates shrinks."

"Likely both."

"I'm proud of you for clapping back," Amanda said warmly. "Someone's gotta put that guy in his place every once in a while."

You smiled mirthlessly. "Once this case is over, I may have more to say to him, but for now, let's focus on finding the person who killed those girls."

**********

Three days later and you had your suspect in custody. You'd been right in your assessment of the perp...it turned out to be a 10 year old girl who had been relentlessly teased and bullied by the two victims for an entire year. The girl finally snapped and killed them both in a blind rage.

After hearing all of the terrible things that had been done to her, you felt sorry for the girl. You understood why she'd killed those girls, even if you didn't condone it.

"Hey, (Y/N/N)," Fin called. "We're going out for drinks. My treat."

"I think I'll take a rain check guys...I've got something I need to do."

"Awww no fun," Amanda teased.

Olivia gave you a look, but you smiled at her reassuringly. She took it to mean you were okay, so she followed the others out.

You'd decided to pay a very special visit to a certain ADA...

You arrived at his office 20 minutes later, and you belatedly realized you probably should have checked to see if he was even there still. It was already after 6pm, but you hoped since he was a workaholic, he would be unaware of the late hour.

When you reached his office door, you found yourself taking a deep breath. You started to question yourself and whether this was a good idea, but then you thought about the way he'd been treating you and you got a burst of courage.

You knocked on his door and waited. You heard a slightly annoyed "Come in", so you opened the door and stepped into his office.

Barba looked up from the paperwork he was buried in, a look of surprise ghosting over his face. "Dr. (Y/L/N)...to what do I owe the pleasure?"

You shut the door behind you and took a step towards his desk. "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Excuse me?" he asked in surprise.

"Do you have a problem with me, specifically, or is it psychologists in general?"

"I don't have a problem with psychologists."

"So it's me, got it. Do you mind telling me what the hell I did to you?"

He had the grace to look sheepish. "You didn't do anything to me."

"Then why do you treat me like I'm some sort of imbecile?"

"I...I never intended to make you feel that way," he said honestly.

"Really? How did you intend to make me feel? You belittle me, insult my abilities and my intelligence, you're unnecessarily rude to me in front of my colleagues..." you trailed off.

He rose from his seat and came around the front of his desk. His expression was unreadable, but his shoulders had slumped slightly. If you didn't know better, you'd think he actually felt bad for the way he'd been treating you.

"You're right," he admitted. "I have treated you entirely unfairly."

It was your turn to look surprised. Out of all the things you'd expected him to say, an admission of guilt was certainly not one of them.

"I don't want you to think, for even a moment, that I don't think you're brilliant. You are the sharpest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and you're downright phenomenal at your job."

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before you could formulate a coherent response. "How in the hell was I supposed to know that?"

He blushed and cast his gaze to the floor. "I suppose there was no way for you to know, given the way I've treated you."

"Why, then?" you asked softly.

He sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face. "It's--complicated."

"Enlighten me, Barba. I've got time."

His green eyes raised back up to meet yours and you found yourself nearly breathless--and not for the first time. His eyes were beautiful, typically sparkling with whit and mischief; but in this moment, they shone with emotions so complex you couldn't begin to comprehend them.

"I never intended to be cruel to you, only distant. But I found that being aloof wasn't enough to keep you at bay--I needed something stronger. So...I started treating you as if I hated you. It was just easier, and perhaps safer."

"Safer?"

He nodded, but neglected to clarify. "Keeping you out of my life has become a necessity, Dr. (Y/L/N)."

His formality annoyed you, but you didn't comment on it. "Then why didn't you just tell me you didn't like me?"

He groaned and turned back to his desk to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Because it's not true, and I'm many things, but a liar isn't one of them."

"Okay, but you want nothing to do with me?"

"Exactly."

"You do understand how contradictory that sounds, correct?"

He took a long drink from his glass and leaned back against his desk. "It sounds moronic, yes, I am aware."

You debated your next words with care. You knew if you said what was on your mind, you might regret it, but you also knew if you didn't say it, you would regret it.

"When I met you, I was instantly intrigued by you," you began. "It was obvious you were highly intelligent, but you were also funny, charming, and impeccably well-dressed. It's a rare combination."

You crossed your arms and sighed. "At first, you were friendly and I quite liked you, but things between us turned icy in an instant. I didn't understand it then and I don't understand it now, but what I can tell you is it hurt me. It hurt me deeply, Barba, and it still does."

If he'd felt like an ass before, he felt 1,000 times worse now. "I never intended to hurt you," he said quietly. "You're a kind and loving soul...and you don't deserve to be treated the way I've been treating you."

"You're right," you whispered. "I don't."

He winced slightly and downed the rest of his scotch. "I am truly sorry, (Y/N). More than you'll ever know."

His use of your first name was not lost on you. You could count on one hand the number of times he'd said it and you'd reacted the same way each time. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, your breath caught, and your heart began to speed up.

Rafael had never noticed before...had never really paid attention to you the very few times he'd said your name, but he saw your reaction this time. For the first time since he'd met you, he began to wonder if you shared his feelings...

You quickly recovered yourself--praying he hadn't noticed. "I appreciate your apology." Your voice was slightly off pitch and you wanted to kick yourself for letting any emotion show.

"May I ask you something?" he said suddenly.

You nodded, not trusting your voice in the moment.

"You said what you thought of me when we first met--what do you think of me now?"

"Do you really want to know?"

He nodded.

You swallowed thickly. "Everything I said is true. You're a brilliant man and an even better lawyer...and you can be funny and charming, when you want to be. But that's not the Rafael Barba I get. I get the one reserved for the criminals and defense attorneys you dislike. The ones that make your skin crawl. You're pompous, arrogant, and cruel."

He closed his eyes tightly. Hearing you say what you really thought of him was much more painful than he'd anticipated.

"But I don't believe that's who you really are," you said so softly he almost didn't hear.

He looked back up at you in surprise.

"I think it's a facade you put up--a mask you wear to hide behind."

"What makes you think that?"

"Call it intuition, or perhaps training," you said with a shrug. "Either way, I am certain you really are the man I met in the beginning--not the man you've been the past several months."

"How could you have that much faith in me? After the way I've treated you..."

"Perhaps it's foolish...or maybe I just want it to be true."

He stared at you with a strange look on his face. It was as if he was trying to decide if you were playing him or being sincere. His expression slowly morphed as he realized you'd meant every word you'd said.

"May I be honest with you?" he asked.

"I want nothing less."

"Truthfully, I'm terrified of you. Absolutely, 100%, completely terrified."

Your jaw dropped slightly. Once again, he’d caught you off guard.

"You got under my skin the moment I met you and I haven't been able to get rid of you since. I've never felt like this--like I can't control my own actions or my emotions--and it's petrifying. I thought pushing you away would change how I felt, but it only intensified it. I think that's why I became crueler over time--I was angry at myself and angry with you for making me feel this way. It's not fair to you, I know, but it's the truth."

You were once again shocked to the core. You almost couldn't believe what you were hearing...if you weren't so good at reading people, you'd be convinced he was lying, but as it stood, you knew it was the raw, painful truth.

"You can't control everything, you know," you said quietly.

He laughed harshly. "God, how I wish I could."

"What are you so afraid of?"

He took a moment to answer, but once he did, the words poured out of him. "I'm afraid the way I feel about you will ruin both of our careers. I'm afraid that once you see the man behind the mask, you'll run and leave me broken. I'm afraid that we'll fall apart...that we won't stand the test of time. I'm afraid of falling so deeply in love with you that I lose myself completely. But most of all, I'm afraid that I've already screwed this up beyond repair."

For all your education and all the eloquent words you've learned in your lifetime, you found yourself stunned into complete and utter silence. No words came to mind, no coherent thoughts emerged. You stared at him and he stared at you, as the silence dragged on.

After what had to be an eternity, Rafael spoke again. "Please say something. Anything. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you never want to see my face again. Tell me you'd rather jump off a building than be with me--"

"Stop!" The intensity of your demand silenced him. "Just stop talking…I…I can't find the words I want to say, but I do know one thing: I'm not afraid."

Out of all the things you could have said, all the beautiful sentences you could have strung together, those three words were the perfect response. Fueled with sudden courage, Rafael crossed the space between the two of you in three long strides, coming to a stop a few inches from you.

With a shaking hand, he gently stroked your cheek. "May I?" he asked quietly.

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes met his and you softly begged, "Please."

He leaned into you, lips pressing against yours with soft insistence. The kiss ignited something within you--a desire so deep and powerful it almost frightened you. You grabbed ahold of his suspenders and tugged his body closer to yours as you deepened the kiss.

Rafael moaned softly against your lips, tongue pressing forward, requesting access. You obliged, lips parting to allow him entry. His hands traveled down your soft curves until they landed on your hips. He used his gentle strength to pull you flush against him, his own body backed up against his desk to support him.

You could feel his need for you in his kiss, in his touch...and in his pants. His growing erection was pressed against you, so close to where you wanted him, yet so far away.

Rafael broke the kiss for a moment. "Carmen left for the day."

"Mhmm," you hummed in response.

"But I don't want our first time together to be on the couch in my office."

"How 'bout the desk?" you teased lightly.

He groaned. "Don't think I haven't imagined it, but I'd like to take you home...do this properly--in a bed."

You stared at him for a moment. "If we stay here, it can be casual, unassuming. If I go home with you...that changes everything."

"I don't want casual. I don't want a fling. I want you--and everything that comes along with that."

You studied him closely before responding. You noted the sincerity in his voice and his expression and decided to--for once--allow your heart to lead your decision. "Take me home, Rafael," you whispered.

He breathed deeply, as if trying to control himself. It appeared that you had the same effect on him as he did on you when you called him by his first name.

He didn't say a word--you weren't even sure he could have if he'd wanted to. He simply grabbed his jacket, took your hand, and practically dragged you to the elevator. Once outside, he hailed a cab and helped you into the backseat before sliding in beside you.

As the cab began to move, you rested your hand on Rafael's thigh. He glanced at you, but didn't say anything. You were feeling bold, so you slid your hand slowly up his thigh, inching closer to his evident arousal.

When your fingertips brushed against his clothed cock, he hissed slightly. He leaned over to whisper into your ear so the cab driver wouldn't hear. "Careful, querida. O puedo perder el control [Or I may lose control]."

You inhaled sharply--something about his tone mixed with the hushed Spanish words, sent a jolt of pure arousal straight to your core.

Your reaction didn't go unnoticed by Rafael. He smirked as he discovered one of your kinks. He tucked the knowledge away for later use.

You managed to behave yourself for the rest of the short ride to his apartment, but once inside the building, all bets were off.

His lips were on yours the moment the elevator doors slid closed, pressing your body firmly against the wall. Your fingers tangled in his hair, messing up the perfect locks.

As the elevator dinged and the doors began to open, you reluctantly pulled away from each other. You saw the desperation in his beautiful green eyes and you knew the same look reflected in yours.

He wasted no time guiding you to his apartment and the moment you were both inside, he had you spun around and pressed up against the door.

“Querida,” he whispered hungrily against your lips, fingertips dancing under your shirt.

You moaned softly as you tugged harshly on his suspenders, pushing them out of the way so you could remove his shirt.

Within moments, your clothes and his were strewn across the house as he carried you to his bedroom, nothing left between you but underwear.

Rafael tossed you gently onto the bed before climbing on top of you. He eyed you hungrily—sprawled out beneath him, desire evident on your face.

“You are perfect, hermosa.”

You blushed. “Rafa…”

He groaned. “Fuck. Don’t do that.”

Confusion clouded your expression. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong…

He’d closed his eyes and his face gave away the internal struggle he was experiencing.

Realization suddenly crossed your features and you grinned. You gently raked your nails down his chest as you murmured the nickname again, “Rafa.”

His eyes shot open and he rutted his hips against yours, mouth pressing wet kisses to your heated skin. His teeth nipped at your neck and collarbone, leaving love bites in his wake.

He was taking his time with you. Wanting to explore every part of you, taste every inch of your skin, catalogue every detail in his mind.

You whimpered softly, not used to such attention, nor such deliberate slowness. “Rafael, please.”

He looked up at you with his trademark smirk. “You ever been with a Hispanic man before, Cariño?”

You blushed and shook your head.

His smirk widened. “We like to take our time, make sure our lady is properly loved and appreciated. This is about your enjoyment, (Y/N/N), not mine.”

“I want you to enjoy yourself too…”

He kissed you gently. “You keep making those pretty sounds for me, querida, and I promise you, I’ll enjoy myself.”

You found yourself unable to respond as he continued his slow descent towards your core. Each gentle caress of his lips against your skin seemed to set your nerve endings on fire--the need within you growing exponentially.

You whined prettily, hips shifting upwards, desperately seeking his lips where you needed them most. "Please," you begged.

You didn't know it yet, but Rafael would never deny you--not in the real world, nor the bedroom. The moment he heard your soft voice begging, he glanced up at your face. You already looked so far gone--your hair was a mess, your lips swollen, your cheeks flushed, and your breathing was ragged. He smiled to himself as he lowered his head, giving you no time to adjust as he dove into you with abandon.

You gasped as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. As skilled as the man between your legs was in the courtroom, he was even better suited with his mouth hungrily devouring you.

In the span of mere minutes, he'd turned you into a gasping, moaning mess--every one of your senses overwhelmed with feeling.

"Rafa--I--I'm close," you gasped.

He hummed against you, lips wrapping around your clit to increase his assault. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, holding you in place as he sped up his ministrations.

Your jaw dropped as a flurry of sounds--some of which were intended to be his name--slipped from your lips. Your orgasm sent wave after wave of intense pleasure through your body, but that pleasure soon turned to sensitivity.

"Rafa, too much--" you whispered as you tried to pull away from him.

He laid his arm across your lower belly, effectively holding you in place as his mouth continued to work you. His eyes flicked up to yours to check if you really did want him to stop, but your head was already thrown back, chest rising and falling rapidly as the familiar knot tightened in your stomach.

The moment your cries turned to moans and pleas to continue, Rafael stopped and lifted his head. "Did you want me to stop, querida?"

"No!" you cried loudly, fingers grasping his hair in an attempt to guide him back where you wanted him.

He smirked as he complied with your direction, lips and tongue once again sending you into a spiral of pleasure you'd never experienced before.

As you came down from your second high, Rafael finally slowed his assault and allowed you to pull his head up when it became too much.

He placed soft kisses against your heated skin, gently soothing you as the aftershocks shuddered through your body. His lips traced the curves of your face with gentle affection until your breathing had begun to normalize.

Rafael kissed you deeply, desire evident in the action. In response, your hand slowly descended down his chest and abdomen, until you reached his throbbing cock. You lightly ran your nails across the still clothed member, enticing a groan from the man above you.

You teased him for a few more seconds before sliding your hand beneath his boxer briefs and palming his cock in your warm hand. He groaned loudly--hips rutting against your hand instantly.

"I wanna taste you," you murmured against the shell of his ear.

"You don't have to..." he said softly.

There was something in his voice that caused you to pull away so you could see his face properly. He looked worried and perhaps a little apprehensive.

"But I want to," you reassured him.

"You do?"

You nodded. "It's something I enjoy very much, Rafa, so if you're okay with it, I would really like to suck your cock."

His eyes closed briefly and he moaned softly, forehead dropping against yours. "Por favor," he begged in a broken voice.

You grinned ear to ear. "Stand up."

"Qué?" he asked in confusion.

You nudged him gently and tilted your head towards the edge of the bed. "Stand up, handsome."

He did as you asked and watched in surprise as you lowered yourself to your knees on the floor in front of him. He felt like he needed to remind you again that you didn't need to do this for him, but when he saw the hunger in your eyes, he fell silent.

You slowly dragged his underwear down, freeing his cock from its constraints. You were a little surprised by his size--he was longer than average and quite thick--but surprise quickly turned to hunger.

You looked up at him, a playful smirk dancing on your lips, and all his worries faded away. It was obvious you wanted this...perhaps just as much as he did.

You wasted no time in wrapping your mouth around his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, eyes never leaving his face.

You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, but you pushed past it, determined to provide him with as much pleasure as you could muster.

As you began to move, his fingers intertwined in your hair and his hips stuttered forwards occasionally. You knew what he needed, but it was clear he wasn't going to do it without some prodding.

You pulled off of him with a *pop* and waited until his heavily lidded eyes met yours. "Rafael, I want you to enjoy this."

"I am, cariño," he said in confusion.

"Not as much as you could be." You licked the tip of his cock for emphasis and his hips jumped slightly. "I want you to use my mouth for your own pleasure, Rafa. That's what it's there for."

He shook his head rapidly. He'd been expressly told not to do that by several women before you.

You rubbed his thighs reassuringly. "I want this, baby. Please," you begged. "Please fuck my mouth."

The moment the words were out of your mouth, you sucked his cock back into the warmth of your lips, hoping he would take you seriously. You pressed yourself forward, pushing past the gag reflex to take his entire member into your mouth.

Without hesitation, you began to guide his hips, urging him to give in and take what he wanted--what he needed.

You flicked your gaze up to meet his and nodded your head as best you could, hands still encouraging him to move. He very tentatively began to move his hips and you smiled, fingers digging into his thighs.

When you didn't pull away, he started to put a little more force into the movements. When you still didn't pull away, he sped up, fingers wrapping in your hair to keep you still.

You let him take control, eyes still trained on his face. He slowly began to thrust in earnest, fucking your mouth like it was his favorite place to be. You watched his head fall back, moans of intense pleasure leaving his lips.

You held onto him and focused on breathing as you let him use you. A few minutes passed before his hips began to stutter and you knew he was close.

You prepared to swallow everything he had to give you, but he surprised you by pulling away, your mouth coming off of him with a *pop*.

His breathing was ragged and his eyes were wild--pupils blocking out the brilliant green. "I need you," he said, voice raw and husky.

You understood his meaning and quickly crawled back onto the bed. He was on top of you almost immediately, lips latching onto your neck, teeth nipping at your flesh.

His cock rubbed against the outside of your pussy and you both groaned.

"Fuck," he mumbled. "Do I need a condom?"

"Pill," you gasped as you shook your head. "Wanna feel you fill me up, Rafa."

He let out a low growl and his eyes turned even more feral. He gave you no warning as he plunged his cock deep inside of you, stretching you in ways you'd never been stretched before.

"Rafael!" you cried out at the sensation.

Normally he would have forced himself to give you time to adjust, but his mind was too far gone. He set a brutal pace almost instantly and you were simply along for the ride.

There were so many new sensations that you were having a hard time staying focused. Everything just felt so incredible.

Your pussy throbbed around him, pulling him in even deeper. "Te sienetes muy bien, querida." [You feel so good, sweetheart.]

You moaned loudly, nails digging into his back as you arched against him.

"Te gusta cuando te hablo español, ¿no?" he growled into your ear. [You like it when I speak Spanish to you, don't you?"]

"Yes!" you gasped.

"Chica sucia," he chuckled darkly. [Dirty girl.]

"Rafa, please--I'm so close."

He groaned. "Quiero que vengas conmigo, cariño," he mumbled. [I want you to cum with me, sweetheart.] "Can you do that for me?" he asked in English.

You nodded your head rapidly.

"Esa es mi buena chica," he praised. [That's my good girl.]

You moaned lowly, preening at his praise. He smiled and picked up his pace, not wanting to stop until he felt you fall apart. "So close," he mumbled.

"Don't--stop!"

He knew you were close--could tell by the way your pussy fluttered around him--so he whispered, "Cum for me, baby."

You cried out as your orgasm hit you with more force than either of the two you'd had earlier. Rafael groaned your name as he spilled his seed within you, filling you up as your walls milked him dry.

You both began to come down from your highs, the intensity of your orgasms taking the wind out of both of you. Rafael pulled out and collapsed beside you, completely spent and satiated.

"That was pretty decent," you said between breaths.

He snapped his head in your direction and started to laugh when he saw the mischief in your eyes.

You grinned and joined in on his laughter, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him.

"Very decent," he muttered against your hair.

You laughed again. "'Fucking incredible' would be a more accurate description."

"I couldn't agree more." He sighed softly. "I don't wanna move."

"Who says we have to?"

"We probably should...we do have work in the morning after all."

Your body tensed slightly and he felt it, realizing how his previous statement may have sounded. "I want you to stay, querida. I'm just saying we should probably get up and shower before we fall asleep."

You relaxed. "You may have to carry me."

He chuckled and dragged himself out of bed, pulling you along with him. He scooped you up despite your protests and carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter while he started the shower.

"I was kidding, Rafa!"

He smiled. "If my girl can walk immediately after sex, then I did something wrong. I'm always happy to carry you."

You smiled back at him, realizing he was completely serious. You watched him quietly, completely lost in thought.

"Where's your mind, querida?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. "I'm happy...that's all."

Rafael kissed you gently. "Me too, hermosa. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Once you were both clean and dry, he carried you back to his bed and laid you down gently before crawling into the bed beside you. He tugged you in closely against his chest and you sighed contentedly.

"Go to sleep, cariño. I'll be here in the morning when you wake up."

Somehow he seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear. Knowing he wasn't going anywhere and feeling his strong arms wrapped around you, allowed you to feel a calm peace you'd not felt in years.

Within minutes, you'd drifted off to sleep in his arms. Just before he fell asleep too, Rafael kissed the top of your head and whispered, "Te adoro con locura." [I adore you madly.]

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altsvu · 3 months ago

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Hey lovely, me again! The smut promts with Nick Amaro,

32. Are you jealous & 41 call me that again

Please 🥰

wanted him back

pairing: nick amaro x fem!reader

wc: 898

summary: after stepping away from a sexual relationship with nick, you quickly realize that there were feelings attached from both ends. nick, being the jealous and overprotective type, wants more than what the two of you had.

cw: pining (?), smut (ish), jealousy

a/n: i hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed writing this!! i kinda think i’m obsessed with a jealous nick amaro, he gives off an assertive personality!!! i also feel like it’s not really smutty as i wanted it to be but the prompts fit well!!i’m sincerely sorry about how long i took to do this 😔

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All this time that you’ve worked with Nick, you never thought you’d end up hooking up with him, being in a sexual relationship with him, catching feelings for him, and ending things with him all while working together.

Crazy right?

The kicker of it all? You still had some lingering feelings for him. You couldn’t help it. He made you feel good the first time you hooked up with him, as well as the other times after that. And the relationship was actually going places beyond a sexual aspect but you don’t really know what happened. Maybe it was the stress of work, or maybe it was the stress of outside factors, but the two of you kind of fell off because of it.

Every time the SVU won a case, a celebratory drink at a bar was called for. However, you would always get a bit bold whenever you had some liquor in you. Nothing crazy, just chatting with guys that would be there when the night winded down. And you were a catch! You took care of yourself and were always put together and that made you beautiful, not only to you but to everyone else. But Nick seemed a bit jealous of that, as he tried to stop you every single time. Before the both of you hooked up, you just figured he was doing it for your protection, but after the fact, you realized it was because he wanted you all to himself.

Now, during this phase the two of you are in now, it had caught your attention that Nick is still being his overprotective self, if not worse.

A detective from Bronx SVU had stopped by the precinct to help with the case the squad was working on and he had stopped at your desk to chat. He was obviously into you but you didn’t entertain it, you just acted as you normally would when talking to guys. He stayed for a bit longer than expected and he even asked to walk him out.

When you walked back to your desk, you felt Nick’s eyes follow. He didn’t say anything when you initially sat down, so you continued doing your work and ignored him. You thought that maybe he didn’t have the energy to fix his mouth to say something about you and the detective but you were wrong.

“He was here for an awfully long time.”

“Nick, are you serious? I genuinely thought you would have kept quiet this one time.”

“It’s a genuine thought.”

“Right, to you.”

“You’ve talked to a lot of guys after we stopped, you know.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Oh wow, of course you’d ask me that.”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Nick was about to retort something when Liv made her presence known in the bullpen.

“You two having issues?”

“No.” the two of you said collectively.

“Good. I don’t want to hear any more bickering, we have a rapist to catch.”

You smirked at Nick and continued your previous work. He was clearly in his feelings about not getting the last word.

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It was much later into the day and you were the only one left. You were actually at your locker getting ready to leave for the night when you heard someone.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to see Nick behind you.

“Nick, what are you doing here? Why did you come back?”

“I left something in my locker.”

Silence filled the locker room.

“I am jealous.”

“What?”

Nick came closer to you. “I’m answering your question. I am jealous. I can’t bear to see you talk to these other guys knowing how I still feel about you after all this time.”

You knew he was jealous but you never thought that there was still lingering feelings. A part of you wanted him back, but you just weren’t sure.

“Nick…”

He stepped even closer to you. “I didn’t want to end things. I still have a lot of feelings for you and I may not have portrayed that in the best way when we ended things.”

The last thing he said was “I’m sorry, Y/N.” There was a bit of comfortable silence after forgiving him. It took you a while to do so though, as you felt like this could have been avoided. Nick’s hands creeped to your waist, pulling you even closer. He kissed you and you kissed him back, and it felt like the best feeling ever. He ended up gripping your ass, something you never expected from him. At least not in the precinct.

The one kiss turned into a full blown makeout session, with hands going to intimate places and soft moans filling the locker room.

“Mi reina sexy.” Nick moaned into your neck. The biggest smile crept up on your face as you loved when Nick gave you nicknames, especially in Spanish. You made him stop in his tracks to look passionately into your eyes.

“Call me that again.” You whispered.

Nick picked you up off the floor, causing you to squeal a little. “Mi reina sexy. That’s exactly what you are to me.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.”

And with that, another makeout session was initiated, and the two of you spent the rest of the night together, rekindling a love that just so happened to never be lost.

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detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader

posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am

this was what i did for my "based on my day" challenge (i spent it watching svu season 14 lmfao) its also my first time writing for nick amaro or any detectives in general so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, its also a crossover with criminal minds and i think i made up the whole technical analyst assistant thing but that's my job in my criminal minds DR lmfao. hope you enjoy :)

this includes alcohol (reader consumption), use of Y/n, and possibly wrong wording for FBI stuff?? the reader likes children (in a not creepy way). Jennifer Jareau

summary: the BAU's technical analyst assistant develops quite the crush on SVU's detective Nick Amaro

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word count: 0.8k

You sat quietly in a bar, sitting amongst a group of FBI agents you knew well and a few detectives you’d just recently had the pleasure of meeting, chatting about the now-closed case and a few chatting about their children, you hadn’t spoken much, too busy trying not to stare at Detective Nick Amaro.

“Detective Amaro, this is Y/n L/n, she’s our technical analyst assistant, our official technical analyst is back at Quantico focusing on another case” Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, introduced you to one of the detectives you’d be working with for a necrophilia serial killer case,

You two spent the last few days working very closely together on this case.

Penelope had been working on another case and due to a small fire that you and Penelope accidentally started with a candle in your already small office, Hotch decided to bring you with the team to Manhattan.

And of course, with your luck, Penelope couldn’t be there to fangirl over the hot detective with you, so you had to deal with the consequences of your short attention span all on your own, (granted our beloved Spencer did try to relate and fangirl with you, he did his best, but he was quite busy getting into conspiracy arguments with Sergeant John Munch).

Now that the case was over, Hotch decided that the team was in no rush back to Quantico and could leave in the morning, so while he called in early and left back to his hotel, the rest of you went out with some of the SVU detectives,

Including Nick

of course.

“What about you? Got any kids?” Nick asked, accidentally snapping you out of your trance, as he handed JJ back her phone after she showed him a photo of her boys.

“Oh, uh”

fuck, he smelt good, why did Derek have to sit you right next to him??

“No, no kids, I do adore them though” You smiled in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward, before Emily spoke up “She’s great with them too! I mean they just love her”

Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked.

You laughed awkwardly in response, “she’s exaggerating” you whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear, earning a laugh.

oh my god, he LAUGHS?

“As much fun this has been, I’m gonna call it a night” JJ announced, standing up from her seat, her actions mirrored by Spencer as he agreed.

They were shortly followed by Olivia, Fin, and Emily. Derek went home with a pretty girl (obviously) and finally, Rossi left with Rollins, after she offered him a ride back to the hotel.

That left, you and Nick, alone

of fucking course

“So, miss L/n, how was your first time in New York, huh?” He asked, taking a sip of his bourbon or was it whiskey? Maybe scotch? You couldn’t remember

“Oh, you mean besides the corpse-loving freak? Pretty great, thanks for asking, Detective.” you joked, feeling less intimidated thanks to the vodka cranberry sitting in front of you.

He laughed, “Yeah, dumb question” he shook his head almost embarrassed but you were eating it up.

“How was your first time working with the BAU, hm?” Nick smiled as you practically hummed the question, he thought it was cute, and you could tell, which only boosted your confidence.

“Gotta be honest, I was worried you guys would swarm in and take everything over but, it was a lot easier than I expected” You nod in response,

“A lot of people think that, but typically it’s an ego thing. was it an ego thing for you, Nicky?” The nickname had slipped off your tongue with ease as you teased your schoolgirl crush, having called him that just a few days ago when you first started working together.

Nick scoffed, “What? No, absolutely not” but the small smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway. “Okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing, just a little bit” he whispered his confession. You all but giggled in response

“It’s gettin’ late, what do you say I walk you back to your hotel huh?” he offered, standing up and putting his coat on before reaching for yours

“I’d like that, thank you, Detective” You smiled, standing from your seat and sighing as he carefully put your coat on for you.

The hotel wasn’t far but god you wished it had been, it would’ve given you some more time to flirt with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life

(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh)

But yet, here you stood, in front of the tall building that ruined your excitement.

“Hey, uh how would you feel if the next time you were in New York, I took you out?” Nick asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

You smiled, hoping the lights surrounding you both hid the blush on your cheeks instead of accentuating it. “Or if you’re ever in Virginia?”

He smiled, nodding.

“I think I’d like that a lot” You responded, quietly, suddenly very sober.

“Great, have a safe flight back home, alright?”

it's already over

“Thank you for walking me back, Nick”

“Anytime, goodnight, sweetheart” he smiled once more.

Sweetheart

“Goodnight, detective”

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metalmonki · 1 month ago

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Objection! Part 6

Rafael Barba x fem!Carisi!reader

2.1k word count

Summary All you wanted was to be a lawyer like your big brother Sonny. So what happens when you get a job working under the famous ADA Rafael Barba

slow-burn, colleague to friends to lovers

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

Sonny’s P.O.V

I woke up with a stiff neck and a sour mood. The cot in the bunk room wasn’t exactly built for comfort, but it worked when you needed a quick nap. I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had taken up permanent residence there, and glanced at the clock on the wall. Two hours, tops. Not enough, but it’d have to do.

Dragging myself out of bed, I grabbed my jacket and headed back to the bullpen. The precinct was buzzing, the low murmur of voices filling the air. Olivia was leaning over Amanda’s desk, talking quietly, while Finn stood off to the side nursing a coffee. Rafael was pacing with his phone in hand, looking as sharp and stressed as ever.

But something was off. It took me a second to realize what it was. Or rather, who was missing.

“Where’s Amaro? And Y/N?” I asked, my voice cutting through the noise. Everyone paused for a moment, looking at me.

Finn was the first to answer, taking a sip of his coffee. “Think they went chasing a lead. Y/N was deep in something earlier. Looks like she had a breakthrough.”

I frowned. “A lead? Nobody told me about a lead. When’d they leave?”

Amanda shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Maybe an hour ago? She and Amaro were at the board, talking about something. Didn’t catch the details.”

That didn’t sit right with me. Y/N wasn’t the kind of person to rush off without looping someone in, but Amaro? If they went off together, it had to be important. My gut twisted, that bad feeling I couldn’t quite name settling in.

I pulled out my phone and typed a quick message to Y/N.

“Hey, where are you? Finn says you and Amaro went chasing a lead. Let me know you’re okay. Don’t make me come find you.”

I hit send and stared at the screen, willing it to light up with her reply. Nothing. The seconds dragged on like hours.

“Anyone hear from them since they left?” I asked, glancing around the room.

Rafael looked up from his phone, frowning. “No, but that’s not unusual. They could be following up on something.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, trying to convince myself that was all it was. But my gut wasn’t buying it.

Olivia must’ve noticed the look on my face because she walked over, her expression soft but serious. “Sonny, what’s going on? You think something’s wrong?”

I hesitated, weighing my words. “I don’t know, Liv. It just doesn’t feel right. Y/N’s not impulsive, not like Amaro. If they went after something, it must’ve been big. And if they’re not checking in…”

Her hand rested lightly on my shoulder. “Let’s give it a little more time. If we don’t hear from them soon, we’ll start tracking them down.”

I nodded, but the knot in my stomach wasn’t going anywhere. Something was wrong—I could feel it. And I couldn’t shake the thought that whatever Y/N and Amaro had gone after, they were in way over their heads.

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Y/N’s P.O.V

The air down here was suffocating, thick with the stench of mildew and something far worse I didn’t want to identify. My flashlight cut through the darkness, casting long shadows on the crumbling walls around us. Ahead, the tunnel forked into three paths, each one darker and more foreboding than the last. The labyrinth’s promise was clear: choose wisely or regret it.

Nick stood next to me, his flashlight aimed toward the middle path. His jaw was tight, his usual calm demeanor strained by the growing unease that matched my own. I could tell he didn’t like this any more than I did.

“So,” I said, trying to mask the anxiety creeping into my voice. “Which way do you think our mystery sadist wants us to go?”

Nick sighed, stepping forward to peer into the tunnels. “None of them, if he has his way. He’s probably banking on us wasting time or walking into a trap.”

“Well, he’s not wrong. It’s not like we’ve got much else to go on.”

He reached for his phone, his fingers moving quickly as he pulled up a map app. “Let��s see if we can make this easier. Maybe there’s an old city blueprint or something we can—” He stopped, frowning at the screen. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I glanced over his shoulder. The screen showed a single, dreaded message: No Service.

“Perfect,” I muttered, my frustration boiling over. “Because of course the psycho picked a spot with zero reception.”

Nick slid his phone back into his pocket, his shoulders tense. “We’re on our own here. No maps, no backup, no way out but forward.”

“Yeah, well, I’m getting real tired of forward being such a bad option.” I swung my flashlight across the tunnels again, trying to make sense of the choice in front of us. The left path was narrower than the others, with streaks of something dark smeared along the walls. The middle one had standing water at the entrance, the faint ripple of movement suggesting something alive down there. The right path looked the most “normal,” if you could call it that, but the air felt heavier when I aimed the light toward it.

Nick stepped back beside me, studying the same paths. “We can’t just pick one and hope for the best. There’s got to be a clue, something we missed.”

I turned in a slow circle, scanning the walls and floor for anything—anything at all—that might point us in the right direction. My eyes caught on a faint marking near the base of the left tunnel, a symbol scratched into the concrete. A spiral.

“Hey, look at this,” I said, crouching down to get a closer view. “It’s the same symbol that was on the last clue. The one on the note.”

Nick knelt beside me, studying it. “You think it’s pointing us this way?”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s just another trick.” I glanced down the tunnel, the beam of my flashlight barely cutting through the gloom. My stomach churned at the thought of what might be waiting for us.

Nick stood, his voice firm. “We’ve got to make a call. If we wait too long, he’s going to start wondering why we’re not moving.”

I nodded, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Alright. Left it is. But if this spiral ends up leading us straight to whatever nightmare this guy’s cooked up…”

Nick gave me a grim smile. “Then we do what we always do—figure it out and fight our way through.”

I tried to take comfort in his steady presence, but as we stepped toward the left tunnel, my gut was screaming that this was exactly where he wanted us to go.

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Sonny’s P.O.V

Five hours. Five hours since anyone had last spoken to Amaro or Y/N. I’d been staring at the board, trying to piece together what she might’ve seen. My coffee had gone cold hours ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Every clue, every detail—none of it was adding up, and it felt like the answers were just out of reach.

“They’ve been gone too long,” I said, more to myself than anyone else. My voice broke the silence in the bullpen, making everyone glance up. “What the hell did Y/N see?”

Finn, leaning against the edge of his desk, finally spoke up. “The only thing all the dead ends had in common? Each spot had an entrance to an old, unused sewer system. That’s all I got.”

I blinked, my mind racing as I turned back to the board. Sewers. I should’ve seen it earlier, but everything else—the dead ends, the letters, the missing teens—had been such a distraction.

Before I could say another word, Rafael stood abruptly, his face pale as if something had just clicked in his mind. “That’s where they are,” he said, his voice sharp with certainty. “The tunnels.”

Olivia straightened, her expression turning grim. “You’re sure?”

“Think about it,” Rafael said, gesturing to the clues on the board. “The guy keeps sending us to places connected to these tunnels. He’s been teasing this the whole time. If Y/N figured it out, and Amaro went with her…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “That’s where they are.”

I grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair, adrenaline kicking in. “Then we’ve wasted enough time. Let’s go.”

The bullpen came to life around me. Finn grabbed his coat, muttering something about knowing the nearest access point. Olivia called for patrol officers to stand by in case we needed backup. Rafael looked like he was trying to keep his calm, but I could see the tension in his hands as he adjusted his tie.

“Alright,” Olivia said, her voice steady but firm. “We stick together. If they’re down there, we find them and bring them out.”

I nodded, clutching my phone tightly as we headed for the door. Every step out of the precinct felt like it took too long, but the thought of Y/N and Amaro down in those tunnels kept me moving.

I couldn’t shake the feeling in my gut, the one that had been eating at me since I woke up. They were in trouble—real trouble—and if we didn’t find them soon… I didn’t want to think about what might happen.

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Y/N’s P.O.V

My legs ached, and my back wasn’t doing much better, but the adrenaline kept me moving. The tunnel seemed endless, the walls closing in more with every step. Nick and I had been at this for what felt like hours, shining our flashlights into every crack, crevice, and too-small offshoot we passed. Each one was a dead end. We’d check, just in case, but nothing. No teens. No way out. Just more darkness and the echo of our footsteps.

The tunnel finally widened ahead, revealing another fork—this time, two paths stretched into the gloom, one veering left, the other right. I stopped, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, and turned to Nick. “Well, here we go again. Left or right?”

He didn’t answer immediately, scanning the floor and walls like he was trying to read the mind of the psycho who’d set this up. I joined him, squatting down to inspect the ground for any markings, scuffs, or clues that might point us in the right direction.

That’s when I saw it. A faint scrape on the floor to the right, almost like something heavy had been dragged through. My stomach sank as I followed it with my flashlight, the beam catching on a glimmer of something small and metallic further down.

Nick was already moving to grab it, crouching down to examine it. When he stood, his expression was grim. He held up a bracelet—one of those cheap charm ones you find at gift shops. A tiny heart charm dangled from it, the kind a teenager might wear.

“This has to belong to one of them,” he said, his voice low. “The missing kids.”

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling over me. The right path wasn’t just another tunnel—it was leading us to one of them. Maybe alive. Maybe not.

But then there was the left path, dark and foreboding, with no clues at all. The logical part of my brain screamed at me that it had to be the way out, the next step in the sick game we’d been pulled into.

Nick’s voice pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. “So, what’s it going to be? Do we keep looking for a way out, or do we go after the kid?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I looked between the two tunnels. Left meant survival, maybe a chance to regroup and call for backup. Right meant walking headfirst into who-knew-what—probably a trap—but also a chance to save someone.

I turned to Nick, my voice steadier than I felt. “If that bracelet’s theirs, we can’t just walk away. We go right.”

Nick studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. But if this is another dead end, we’re turning around and finding a way out.”

“Deal.”

With one last glance down the left path, I turned toward the right, gripping my flashlight tighter as we stepped into the unknown.

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Rafael’s P.O.V

We reached the third entrance, and it was the same as the others. Locked. Rusted. Impenetrable. The padlock stared back at me like it was mocking me, its cold steel glinting under the faint streetlight. I clenched my fists, my chest tightening with frustration.

“This can’t be happening,” I muttered under my breath.

Olivia moved to inspect the lock, her flashlight steady in her hand. “This one’s been sealed for years,” she said, her voice calm. Too calm. “We’ll call Finn, see if he’s had better luck.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure, the helplessness, the damned guilt—it boiled over. I slammed my fist into the door, the sharp clang reverberating down the empty street. The pain in my knuckles was immediate, but I didn’t care.

“Rafael!” Olivia grabbed my arm, pulling me back. “What the hell are you doing?”

I let out a shaky breath, the weight of everything pressing down on me. “This is my fault, Olivia. I should’ve stopped her. I shouldn’t have let her go chasing clues on her own, not even for a minute.”

“You didn’t ‘let her,’ Rafael,” she said firmly. “Y/N’s capable. She’s smart, and she’s with Amaro. She’ll be fine.”

The mention of Amaro made me tense involuntarily, and Olivia noticed. She always noticed. Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, neither of us said anything.

Then she tilted her head, her tone softer but pointed. “This isn’t just about her being out there, is it? Why are you so worried about Y/N?”

I looked away, staring at the graffiti-covered wall beside the door, trying to will my emotions back under control. But it was no use. The truth had been clawing its way to the surface for months now, and there was no hiding it anymore.

“You care about her,” Olivia said, more an observation than a question. “No, it’s more than that. You’re in love with her.”

The words hung in the air between us, undeniable and suffocating. I ran a hand over my face, letting out a bitter laugh. “Does it matter, Liv? She doesn’t know. I never told her. And now—” My voice caught, and I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence.

Olivia’s expression softened, her voice gentle but insistent. “You’re going to tell her. When we find her, Rafael, you’re going to tell her how you feel.”

I shook my head, the thought of it almost laughable. “What if we’re too late? What if—”

“No,” she cut me off, her tone firm. “We’re going to find them. Y/N and Amaro are out there, and they’re alive. You don’t get to give up on them, and you don’t get to give up on this. On her.”

I looked at her, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. “And what if she doesn’t feel the same way?”

Olivia’s smile was small but knowing. “You’re smarter than that, Rafael. You know she does.”

I stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. She wasn’t just saying it to reassure me—she meant it. And for the first time in hours, a spark of hope flickered to life inside me.

“Alright,” I said quietly, the promise forming in my mind before I could stop it. “When we find her, I’ll tell her.”

Olivia nodded, her hand briefly squeezing my shoulder before she stepped back toward the car. “Good. Now, let’s go find another entrance. We’re not stopping until we get them out of there.”

I followed her, the determination in her voice pulling me forward. No matter how many locked doors stood in our way, I wouldn’t stop. Not until I saw Y/N again—and told her everything.

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strangercarla · 1 year ago

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Kiss You - Nick Amaro x Fem! Reader

No warnings just completely fluffy! Also this isn't my gif! (Also this was inspired by One Directions song Kiss You)

It was a Saturday night & Y/N was preparing for a movie night with the SVU squad. As it was her first time hosting & having her friends over she was nervous, so she cleaned her apartment a few to many times.

Earlier on she had prepared cupcakes which she was yet to finish with icing, however as she reached for the cupboard with her pipe & ingredients someone had arrived at her apartment.

She realised who she was about to open her door too & her stomach filled with butterflies. A few moments later there was a knock on her door & her stomach tied into a knot.

After a few seconds though that seemed like a lifetime she opened her door & gave her best friend a smile.

She liked Nick for a long while, however as he was her partner at work as well as her best friend she did not want to act on her crush. Little did she know that he felt the same way.

"Nick hey, come in!" She said gleefully & made her way back to the kitchen.

He smiled & entered the apartment. He looked over at the kitchen & smiled at Y/N.

"Have you been baking?"

"Yeah I thought I'd make some cupcakes for everyone. I just need to finish the icing."

Y/N stood on the tips of her toes & extended her arm out to reach what she needed. Nick noticed her struggling & reached up into the counter as she stood underneath his reach.

He passed Y/N the items & grinned as he realised the little to no space between them. He rested his forearm on the inside of the empty cupboard & leaned down to meet her lips but were interrupted by the sound of a buzz.

She giggled as he gently rested his forehead on Y/N's shoulder.

"I should probably get that..." She trailed off & walked towards the speaker.

"Hey, it's us could you buzz us in?" The familiar voice rang.

"Sure thing see you in a second." As she walked away from the apartment door she turned to Nick. He walked towards her & gently held her waist.

"Do you think they took the lift or the stairs?" He questioned.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck & leaned in, but were interrupted again by the knock of the door.

"Goddammit." He sighed as he answered the door to Amanda & Sonny.

"Come on in."

Amanda & Sonny made their way into the apartment & greeted Y/N.

The apartment soon filled up & everyone gathered in the living room with Olivia, Rafael & Nick on the couch, Fin on a arm chair & Y/N, Sonny & Amanda on the floor around the coffee table.

The group were deciding on a movie to watch & laughed at Y/N's selection of Barbie & Disney movies. Which she argued "in my defence but with the field of work we're in, I need to watch something lighthearted to help me sleep."

The group bickered back & fourth until they decided on an 80s classic 'The Lost Boys.'

As it was late the squad left Y/N's apartment leaving Y/N & Nick alone. The two tidied up the apartment by putting spare blankets, cushions & DVDs away.

The pair sat down on the couch, a comfortable silence filled the room, the one noise to be heard was the heartbeats of the two.

Nick extended his arm & rested it behind Y/N playing with the ends of her hair, twirling strands around his finger. He then began to express how much he liked her & how he wanted to kiss her.

"Well we're alone, how bout that kiss?" She said playfully. He did not hesitate & he leaned in & gave her a kiss filled with passion.

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cathrrrine · 1 year ago

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hello, my name is cathrine! you can call me cat :) pronouns are she/her. im 21+

this is a safe space for everyone :)

i write for anything and everything i’m fixated on at the moment, mainly reader insert imagines, although i do write a lot about characters from: marvel/mcu, the walking dead, law and order svu and the x-men.

not very good at doing tumblr, so please be kind to me lmao, also! disclaimer that english is not my first language :)

this masterlist is still a work in progress! so please bear with me for all the to be added 's! i’m still trying to sort through all my unpublished or untagged work, so it’s empty now but will be updated along the way.

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erik lehnsherr

just eat your food and say goodnight. (<3)

Peter Maximoff is a mischievous little shit. Y/N Lehnsherr and her husband Erik love him anyway.

charles xavier

tba

sonny carisi

Perfect / Love Won’t Die (<3)

Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears.

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svu-ncis-criminalminds · 4 years ago

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Wedding Day

For the Anon who requested : Hey! Can you do a story where it’s Nick and the readers wedding day? Like from both their POV?? Thanks 💕

“You look beautiful, stop worrying.” Rollins assured you, fixing your veil slightly as you waited on the other side of the doors of the wedding venue.

“I’m not worried. I just want everything to be perfect.” you replied, smoothing out your dress and taking a deep breath. You were only going to marry the love of your life once, it had to be perfect. “When do we go?” You asked. Olivia came to your side smiling reassuringly.

“Soon. First the wedding party has to walk down the aisle, then the flower girl, and last but not least, you.” You nodded. You knew what order everything happened in, you’d been there for the rehearsal dinner, but it felt reassuring to hear it again.

“Okay.” You nodded, taking another deep breath before smiling slightly, “Okay.” Liv patted your arm and from the other side of the big doors you heard music start to play. Olivia went first with Sonny’s best man, she waved at you before she went and you smiled in return. Rollins was next, then a few of your college friends. Finally it was your turn to go, right behind the flower girl, Zara. Music swelled as you entered the room all your friends and family sat in, all eyes were on you. But you were only looking at the man you were marrying. You took a deep breath and smiled properly for the first time that day; suddenly all the stress of the day was worth it. You were marrying the love of your life.

The song you picked together rang out clearly on the piano, accompanied by a violin and bass. Nick was right, it was a good choice. One of the first songs you had ever danced to with each other in his living room after one of your first official dates. Nick was watching you as you came towards him, your eyes locked.

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Nick saw you start down the aisle and he could have fainted. You looked more beautiful than the day he met you on your first day at the precinct. He remembered it like it was yesterday, how his breath had caught in his throat when he saw you. If he were a different man he may have called it love at first sight. But Nick knew love didn’t work like that, it had to be nurtured and grown. Together. And that’s what you had done as a couple, and what you would continue to do as husband and wife.

He felt tears prickle in his eyes as you made it to the altar, smiling up at him. He wanted to grab you and kiss you before the priest even got a word in edgewise. But he managed to control himself, he could kiss you plenty later. But he needed contact so he reached a hand out to you, taking yours in his and squeezing as the ceremony began.

You remained holding hands and Nick melted under the adoring gaze you were giving him. When it was Nick’s turn to say his vows he squeezed your hand again before letting go to take a piece of paper from his suit jacket.

“Mi Amor,” He started, looking at you. Suddenly everything he wrote down didn’t feel like it was enough for you. “I wish,” He started, lowering his paper, “I wish I had the words to express to you how much I love you, and how lucky I feel every single day being your man. But nothing comes close to describing how I feel. You have done more for me then you can ever know, being your man has made me a better man. You’ve taught me so much about myself and about love and I will spend the rest of our lives thanking you for it.” He paused again and smiled down at you, with your watery eyes. “Don’t cry, amor. You’ll ruin your makeup.” He teased lightly and you grinned wider, wiping away a stray tear. “And I’ve gone a little off book here but.. I wrote down a poem and I still want to read it to you.”

Nick took your hands again in one of his, and held the paper in his free hand, clearing his throat.

“ Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter: The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover. ” By the end you were properly crying, and Nick couldn’t see it because his eyes were only on you, but several other people in the audience shed their own tears at his words.

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You learned into the crook of Nick’s arm, cuddling up to him as you looked over the reception at the people you both loved; mingling and having fun. The wedding was beautiful. It was everything you had dreamed about as a little girl. The flowers were bright and fresh and the lighting was muted, bathing everything in a soft glow.

Zara came running up to the two of you, hopped up on cake and good times and climbed into her fathers lap.

“Daddy, Uncle Munch said we can go visit him in the summer!” She announced happily, grasping her dad’s face in her little hands as she grinned up at him. Nick tickled her side and she fell over, before scooting into your lap to get away from him.

“Did Uncle Munch say that?” He asked, rolling his eyes fondly.

“Then I guess it’s true,” You added, brushing some hair from Zara’s face as you held her in your lap. “Your daddy has plenty of vacation time, and I’m sure he would love that.” Nick put his arm back around the both of you and pulled you all in close.

“Great, now you’re conspiring together? I should have known.”

“We’ve been conspiracy-ing dad.” Zara informed him and you both laughed. She was quiet for a minute before looking at her dad, “Does this mean I have two mommies now?” That was the question you had been secretly dreading. Zara was old enough to understand that you were her dad’s new wife. You had been worrying yourself sick at the idea that she would resent you over it, over taking her dad away from her mom. But for now all seemed alright.

“That’s up to you, sweetie. You and y/n. She’s my wife, and your mom will always be your mommy. But y/n loves you very very much. Do you understand that?” He tried explaining, and you smiled at the two of them, feeling nervous energy in your stomach. What if she said she didn’t want you?” Zara tossed her arms around your neck and hugged you.

“I understand.” She assured.

“You don’t need to decide now sweetie, you can call me whatever you want.” You smiled, pressing your chin to the top of her head as she continued to hug you. It was getting late.

“Mommy is my mom.” She stated, and you felt yourself deflate a little bit.

“Of course,”

“So you can be my mama.” Nick was beaming at the two of you, before getting up quickly.

“Don’t move you two, I want the photographer to come get some shots before Zara finds the dessert table again. You watched him go, continuing to rock the girl in your arms. Your family. Your stepdaughter. With the amount of love you had in your heart for her, she might as well be your own flesh and blood.

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Nick got caught up talking to an old friend on his way to finding the photographer. He wanted pictures of the two of you, as many as he could get. He was beyond happy at how accepting Zara was being, and how kind and loving you were to her. You’d met plenty of times, you and Nick had been together years now. But things were different now.

He continued to try and listen to the man talking to him but he kept glancing over at the two of you, sitting there together. Cuddling, laughing, getting along perfectly. It was the happiest he had been since maybe Zara’s birth. Today was the first day of the rest of your lives together. And it was perfect.

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nygmcbblepot · 2 years ago

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Updated Masterlist ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Key: 💫(Multi-chapter) 🎀(Oneshots)

Hannibal

Frederick Chilton:

My First Fic (Complete) - 💫

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

I Know What You Did (Complete)- 💫

I Know What You Did (Part 1/2) I Know What You Did (Part 2/2)

Five Minute Writing Challenge 🎀

Chocolate Chip Cookie Day🎀

”I'll prove you wrong, just watch."🎀

Fling 🎀

SVU

Rafael Barba:

"Is that your seventh cup of coffee?" 🎀

Nick Amaro:

Girlfriends Day 🎀

Sonny Carisi:

Karaoke Night🎀

Gotham

Edward Nygma:

First Day🎀

Happy New Year🎀

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hannya-writes · 4 years ago

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Wanna see a Trick?

Title: Wanna see a Trick? Fandom: Law and Order: SVU/Marvel: Daredevil Pairing: none Other characters: Nick Amaro, Sonny Carisi, Amanda Rollins, Olivia Benson, Rafael Barba, Matt Murdok Category: Action, humor maybe?, No-romance I think? Warnings: this may be not perfect! Author's note: This was just an idea I got while watching Law and Order: SVU, since lawyers always got their clients out of the interrogation rooms and I love Matt Murdock • • •

Y/n was a private investigator, a counselor to the police when in need and in her free time she was a vigilante. Not a superhero, there was nothing super in her strange abilitys to get herself in trouble.

She called it a "danger compass", sometimes there were places were things were supposed to happen and she just casually appeared there in the right moment to stop it. In other ocassions there was people who got this heavy aura. The darker it became, the most dangerous it was. And the dangerous it got, the stronger her "magic" become. She could make herself intangible, she could teleport to places, hear people when they were talking about her, live the experience of dying, see the past. But it all depended on the level of danger of places an people. If someone wasn't a dangerous they were practically inexistent for her. That night, as she was walking home she heard the footsteps getting closer. She felt the danger in her every breathe, and saw it. Y/n was taken hostage, the police yelled and a woman with the last name "Benson" told him to calm down, then he pulled the trigger and shot to a policeman to the head, then at the woman, killing her. It was a mess, and she wasn't going to allow that to happen. She stopped and took a sideway step, leaving space for the running man to pass. In the last second, she got her foot in his way making him stumble and fall to the sidewalk. — Hello, there — she said with a smile, the man turned on the floor and saw her above him. Y/n felt it or saw it, before it happened: the man taking out a gun. In a second, her own gun was out and pointing at him — You are so predictable — she wailed in exasperation, kicking him in the ribs and then leaning to take out the gun from his pants — Police, hands in the air — someone demanded and y/n turned to see a tall man with blond and silver hair. — Put the gun down — someone else yelled and Y/n saw a second man, hispanic, dark hair, frowning while pointing a gun at her, that took her by surprise. She looked down to the perp the policemen were following, then at the police, trying to understand what did he mean, she had his gun, he was harmless. — Oh, ohhh, you are talking to me — y/n realized as she put her gun down and back to her holster — Usually your kind don't yell at me — admited with a huff — you usually thank me — — Thank you? — the blond said as you stepped back, hands in the air. — Yeah, I mean — y/n pointed at the man that was still in the ground. — I got the bad guy — As she said that Benson got there — Rude — added a second before the woman said the words that would get her in trouble: "Cuff them both".

... Y/n took a sit in the interrogation room, the two men who had caught her were across the table. Her hands were still handcuffed, and they were asking questions as she played with the chain, making noises with it, trying to suffocate their voices and the oppressing feeling the room give her. "Who paid you to kill him? Who where you waiting for?" "If you have nothing to hide then speak, we only want to help you" Good cop and bad cop, y/n knew the drill. She had been a cop before going "freelancer". — wanna see a trick? — she asked after a long moment of awkward silence — one, two, three — she counted and pulled at the handcuffs to the sides. Nick Amaro and Sonny Carisi saw the handcuffs pass through her wrists, as if it was a hologram. But the handcuffs weren't holograms! — What...? — was Sonny stupified word at the trick, not believing what his eyes had witnessed. Nick extended a hand and took the handcuffs noticing that yes, they were tangible and no, she hadn't opened them. — look — she finally said putting her hands back inside the handcuffs, Nick looked at her hands and then at her face. — I wasn't going to kill Mr. Rapist-murder-to-go, I was waiting for the police who was running after him who turned to be you two — she pointed at them with hand guns — I'm Y/n Y/l/n, I'm a private investigator and a police counselor, I have help to solve some crimes of Hell's kitchen and Harlem, — — why didn't ya' said this before? — Sonny asked somehow relieved that y/n had decided to talk since he didn't had ideas to force her. — You weren't ready — y/n said in a defensive tone — and the D.A is here which means I don't have to repeat myself — she pointed to the one sided mirror and smiled — and since Rollins has my file, and they have corroborated my story, I guess I'm free to go — Nick looked at Sonny with doubt. And saw her once again get out of her handcuffs with no difficulty. — wait here — Nick said as he got out to talk to Sargent Olivia Benson, deciding to ignore what he had witnessed, it was a trick of the light that was it. — Look, I'll like to leave before my lawyer gets here — y/n pushed at Sonny as Nick was out, greeting Barba. — how is your lawyer going to know you are here? — he asked amused by her worry — He got super powers, and he's going to get mad at me for getting in the middle of police busyness, I also have superpowers, the superpower to feel danger, that's how I knew I had to stop the man who was running away— y/n confeased sounding like a crazy to Sonny and the D.A. — Mr. Barba, I'm not mentally unstable — — how did she knew? — Rafael Barba muttered behind the mirror — what is she? a Bruja? — he added sarcastic. Y/n inside the interrogation room scoffed. — Maybe a psychic — Rollins said smirking, Amaro frowned. — Maybe she just had a good hearing — said Amaro unhappy of how the conversation has developed — A witch, A psychic or good hearing? — she asked from her sit making the fourth people outside the interrogation room to look at her surprised — nice try — Sonny felt lost, not understanding what was happening, he was only hearing one side of the conversation and it didn't have a sense. — Miss Y/l/n, in what area do you give advise to the police? — the Half Italian asked making her focus on him rather than the D.A. outside the room — eh... It depends, I can go into details about the way of dying, I can find lost people and corpse — she counted putting fingers down in a hand — I can reveal the deepest desire of a murderer, find ways to crack said murderer, can make them snap and show the worst of them— — how do you do that? — Sonny was sincerely curious and Y/n smiled. — Well, I'm kind of like a witch, only I don't make potions— she stated with a smile — I have a great luck, I read auras, sometimes I even got to read people mind if I focus really hard and... — — wait you can read minds? — Sonny seemed horrified. — what...?— — are you thinking? — she completed the question and grinned— you think I...— she blushed and left the sentence incomplete, because the man had used a corny pickup line that had worked wonderfully on her — Detective, that's some serious accusations — she said in a flirty tone, making Sonny blush making him realize that she had "hear" him. — how is this possible? — he asked and she laughed amused by the question. — well it all started...— Y/n was cut short as a man entered the room, cane in a hand, red lenses, black tie, gray suit. — That's enough, Y/n — the blind man said with a friendly voice. — Murdock don't be mean, we are in the middle of something... — Y/n said with a polite tone, the attorney walked towards her an put a hand in her shoulder. — we're leaving, they have nothing on you — he explained and Y/n pulled at the handcuffs, making them rattle, Matt almost smiled. — Detective, would you mind? — Matt Murdock asked with a nod towards the handcuffs, Sonny released her without questioning. As they left, the D.A. recognized Matt. — Murdock — he greeted him coldly, but somehow with a splash of respect. — Barba — Matt answered in the same tone as he took Y/n arm, so she could lead him out. — Here — Y/n said offering her business card to the D.A. — I feel like you'll need me in a couple of months — she claimed with certainty — by the way, the man I caught has all the corpses under his basement, good luck — were his last words before Matt sighed in defeat and shook his head. — you can't just shut up, can you? — he wondered as they walked away, Y/n laughed and held the blind man's hand in hers.

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The Morning After

So, I am still writing and still alive. Just had a bit of a break due to work being really busy after the Christmas break.

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, an anxiety attack, death, violence, drugging, kidnapping and violence. It isn’t explicit but is discussed more than it was in the previous chapters.

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You woke up with a groan, the pounding in your head reminding you of the mistakes you made last night including your conversation with Rafael and the very strange moment with Nick. You expected the sun light to wake you up but as you looked towards your window you saw the blinds down.

“Thank you Nick,” you muttered.

“No worries,” Nicks amused voice answered from your door way. You shot up, hair a mess and your clothes wrinkled. Oh, thank god you were wearing clothes.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked from the mess that was your bed. Apparently you had made a nest at some stage doing the night and nearly cocooned yourself amongst your quilts and pillows.

“Well, I drove you home after you had about five or six shots of vodka after your whiskey,” Nick began walking forward as he fixed the buttons on his sleeves. “And you had fallen asleep in the car, as I carried you up here you had kind of turned into an octopus and wouldn’t let me go. When I tried to remove your grip on me you started to cry and begged me to stay.”

“….I don’t beg,” you pouted rubbing your forehead. “But the rest sounds about right. I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be, honestly it was adorable,” Nick smiled. “There’s a glass of water and some pain meds on your side table. Thankfully you woke up with enough time for a shower and breakfast before work. I’ll get started on the food while you grab a shower.”

You stared after Nick as he left and started making noise in the kitchen. You looked at your side table and grabbed for the water and pain killers. You downed the water suddenly feeling very thirsty. After you finished you struggled out of your little nest and made your way to your wardrobe, grabbing your clothes for the day before making your way past the kitchen and to the bathroom.

“God I feel like shit,” you huffed. “I should not have had those shots.”

You struggled through undressing and showering, half way through the pain meds kicked in and you felt somewhat like a human being. Walking out of the bathroom your stomach rumbled at the smell, you took a seat at the Island bench.

“What are you cooking?” You asked. “I didn’t even know I had food that could smell like this.”

“Eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, spiced tomatoes and toast,” Nick smiled. “You had all of it, I just add flavour.”

“Oh, flavour huh?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, and one day I may cook you a Cuban meal and have you taste some amazing flavour,” Nick said, a cheeky grin on his face as he plated up the food and handed you one. He stood in-front of you eating his. You rolled your eyes, taking a bite and found yourself biting make a moan at the burst of flavour that hit your tongue.

“I can’t even be snarky right now cause this is so fucking good!” You groaned, a sound that was not as bad as it good have been but still made Nick laugh. You looked up at him, he was watching you eat his food with a small, soft smile on his face. You looked away quickly, your face feeling a little warm.

The two of you ate in silence after that, a slow build of awkward silence started and that was something that you weren’t use to with anyone in the squad. You fiddled with your fork as you looked anywhere but Nick before you groaned.

“Alright, what was that about?” Nick asked. “You need some more pain meds?”

“No,” you waved your hand. “I just realised I’m probably gonna have to deal with the ADA soon and I do not know how to handle that.”

“It’ll be okay, I doubt Liv or the Captain will have you be alone with him for a few days,” Nick said picking up your empty plates and placing them in the sink. He turned around leaning against the cabinets and crossing his arms.

“True, but even with other people it will be so tense,” you sighed running your fingers through your hair. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to deal with it, the ball is in his court as far as I am concerned. I will be professional. Speaking off, we should probably get going.”

“Well, that’s mighty adult of you Viper,” Nick snarked. “Did you go through a personality change in the shower?”

“Ha ha very funny Detective, why don’t you take that show on the road,” you suggested getting up to collect your gun and badge, and put your shoes on. You grabbed the jacket hanging on the back of your door and went back to meet Nick at the front door of your apartment. He was sliding on his suit jacket, and you couldn’t help but notice his arms flexing under the shirt he was wearing. You felt your mouth go a little dry before you looked away, really not wanting to get into that and what happened last night at the moment. Nick looked up at that moment and smirked a little when he noticed a slight flush to your cheeks. He schooled his features into his normal smile before you looked back.

“Ready?” he asked. “I’ll drive you in since I am already here.”

“Cheers,” you smiled nudging him out your door, grabbing your keys on the way.

“Rafael.” Olivia marched into his office and sat down in the chair in-front of his desk. Rafale slowly put down the paper he was reading and looked up, preparing himself for the look on her face.

“Detective,” Rafael sighed. “Can this not wait un-”

“No, I didn’t let Viper get away with how they acted and I won’t let you,” Olivia interrupted. “It doesn’t matter that you’re not a detective you are apart of our squad.” She leant forward and stared him down. “They apologised, and I know Viper well enough to know that they would have meant it. They also said they talked briefly about their time undercover and that is something they struggle with doing even with me.”

“What?” Rafael asked, looking surprised.

“Whatever they went through was something that seriously affected them and they do not like talking about it, for them to even hint at what they had to do in an attempt to apologise to you says a lot about how sorry they were,” Olivia explained.

Rafael sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, not caring that it almost certainly ruined the way he had styled it that morning, in an attempt to make himself look presentable after his poor decision to drink himself stupid to ignore absolutely everything.

“Look, I’m sure they meant their apology but they did call me an arse and it wasn’t just about the intimidation it was how they acted when I told them that I had no interest in using only a profile to get a warrant,” Rafael explained. “They didn’t respect my choice as the Prosecutor. And they most certainly did not apologise for that.”

“Oh come one Rafi, how many times have I disagreed with you about your choices and pushed for mine?” Olivia asked. “You’re reaching for an explanation for why you treated them the way you did.” She stood up heading towards the door before stopping and turning back. “Viper is the type the person you want on your side, and as a friend. I don’t think there is anything they wouldn’t do for a friend. But on the flip side, continuing to piss them off isn’t great either. Especially, when you have to work with them. Sort your shit out Rafi.”

Rafael watched her leave blinking in disbelief before scoffing and going back to the paper he was reading when she walked in. He did have his shit sorted and no he most certainly was not reaching with his explanation. And fine yes, Olivia did the same thing but he knew Olivia he did not know Viper and that was the difference. He wasn’t overly concerned about having Viper angry at him all the time, he doubted that he would be effected by it much at all they were still a detective for the NYPD and the only that they really could do was just ignore him which suited Rafael fine. He determinedly ignored the feeling growing in his chest at the thought of Viper not looking at him with those eyes of fire, he didn’t understand it at all and refused to even consider that it was partly quilt. Guilt at the look in their eyes before they had turned around.

He gave up on concentrating on the paper he was reading and got up, deciding that he might go for a walk and get another coffee. He definitely needed one and the noise of Manhattan might help to drown out his own thoughts.

Finn raised an eyebrow as you and Nick walked in together. You knew instantly what Finn was thinking due to the fact that Nick was wearing the same clothes as yesterday but before you could even consider opening your mouth to cut that line of thought off at the knees, Finn’s face changed to a cheeky smirk.

“Doing the walk of shame Nick?” he asked walking up to him and lightly tugging on his tie. To your absolute horror Nick didn’t refute that statement instead he laughed, lightly shoving him away.

“A gentleman never tells Finn,” Nick teased. “Not that you would know much about that.”

You groaned lightly walking to your desk, ignoring Finn’s indignant response to Nicks implication. Throwing your jacket onto your chair you sent a glare Nick’s way, no amusement on you face at his Joke. It hit a little too close to the moments that happened between the two of you last night and this morning, something you still did not even want to acknowledge.

“Don’t be an arse Nick,” you said. “Finn, nothing happened. He slept on the couch after making sure I got home after last night.” Finn raised his hands in the air in surrender but still sent a knowing look towards Nick.

“Yeah, how are you feeling?” Amanda asked coming up to your desk looking at the dark circles under your eyes. “You went pretty hard.”

“I honestly feel like death warmed over,” you groaned, flopping into your chair and laying your head on the desk. “Never let me drink like that again.”

“I’d say you were allowed last night,” Finn added his two cents. “Just don’t throw up on me and we’re all good.”

“I don’t throw up,” you muttered.

“Lucky,” Amanda said going back to her desk and looking through her messages. “Oh, by the way Captain wanted to see you.”

“Thanks so much for waiting for me to sit down before telling me,” you snarked getting up. Amanda grinned as you past her.

“You’re welcome.”

Cragen was sitting behind his desk going through the paperwork that came with being a Captain, he had to get everything in order for a Commstat meeting that was coming up to quickly for his liking. He just hoped that no complicated cases came up that would give 1PP a reason to come down hard on SVU. He looked up as you knocked on his door motioning for you to come in.

“Close the door,” he said.

“Oh, it’s one of those meetings is it?” you asked going through everything you have done and trying to see if you had done anything that could have given Cragen a headache, apartment the Rafael situation.

“Probably not the kind you’re thinking of,” he smiled. “But I doubt you will like it all the same.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you took a sit in-front his desk, unsure of what he could mean. You opened your mouth before closing it again.

“Wait, please don’t tell me I need to go an see a therapist or something?” You asked. “I did all of that before coming back and was signed off on everything.”

“No nothing like that,” Cragen waved away your concern. “Though I did want to check in. Olivia updated me about the situation with ADA Barba.”

“Ah,” you muttered rubbing your forehead. You were definitely going to need some more painkillers. “I apologised to him but he apparently decided it wasn’t good enough. I had already decided this morning that I would act in a professional manner with him but nothing beyond that. I think you can find that acceptable?”

Cragen smiled, unsure why he was so surprised that you had already made the decision to behave as he was going to ask you to. He had watched you over the last few weeks since you came back and noticed that although you were still very much the Viper you had been before you left for your undercover work you were also very different. You were quieter, even softer with the victims then you had been before and from your interviews with Paul O’Neil even tougher on the accused.

“That is acceptable,” Cragen agreed. He was concerned for you, not just because of the Rafael situation but also because of the look you would occasionally get when you thought no-one was paying attention. Your face would became entirely blank and you eyes became empty, losing any of the life that normally resided there. Olivia had brought it to him earlier as well and the two of them had agreed that they would do everything they could to help you through it.

“Wonderful, is that everything?” You asked half raising out of your seat waiting to be dismissed.

“Yes, that was all,” Cragen nodded. “But Viper, do try not to glare at Barba. I know you will act professional but we both know that doesn’t mean you won’t glare at him.”

A small sheepish smile graced your face before you wiped it off and nodded, drawing a cross over your heart before leaving. You heard Cragen’s chuckle following you out. Amanda raised an eyebrow as you came back out, you sent her a small smile letting her know everything was all good.

Olivia had come in during the time you had been in Cragen’s office and the look on her face did not bode well. You were unsure if you wanted to ask her about it but the option was taken out of your hands by Finn. You shouldn’t have been surprised, Finn was one of the biggest shit stirrers you had ever met.

“I take it your morning conversation with Barba did not go well,” Finn said an eyebrow raised. “Did he even give a reason for not accepting our Vipers apology?” You felt your heard clench at Finn calling you “theirs”, as in the teams. It had been a so long since you had felt the feeling of home, SVU always gave you that feeling. And it helped you to know that they considered you theirs.

“Don’t start Finn,” Olivia sighed before turning to you. “Apparently he thought you should have also apologised for demanding that he look at your profile and not just intimidating him.”

“You can’t be serious?” Amanda scoffed. “We have all pushed our opinions on a case onto him before and never once has he acted like this.”

“That man is a real piece of work,” Nick growled. The others looked at him surprise, Nick always had a difficult relationship with Rafael but never had they had him speak in such a tone about him before.

You didn’t even know how to process what Olivia had told you. You had thought that perhaps you hadn’t apologised properly but it turns out it was about something entirely different, something that you had done with previous ADA’s and knew that the rest of the squad did as well. It was so common among cops and lawyers, arguing over the way to approach a case and getting warrants. You breathed in deeply closing your eyes and focusing on your heart beat. You could feel it picking up in speed and not in a fun way. Perhaps you weren’t as okay as you told the Captain.

“Viper,” Olivia’s voice was quiet in your ear and a moment after you registered the feeling of her hand on your arm. “Why don’t we go outside for a minute?” You nodded, breathing slow and steady trying to control your breath and heart.

You didn’t make eye contact with the others as you left allowing Olivia to guide you outside. You lent against the wall of the building, digging your fingers into the brick work to try and ground yourself. You felt Olivia take one of your wrist and tap out a rhythm, a slow steady rhythm. Your world narrowed down to that tapping, to the feel of Olivia’s hand on yours. You felt your breaths start to match the tapping, and between the texture of the brickwork and Olivia’s tapping you felt your heart rate slow back to a normal regular pace.

“Better?” Olivia asked, when you opened your eyes and noticed that she was standing directly in-front of you, blocking out the view of other people.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” you said voice a little out of breath. “I’ve-I’ve never experienced that before. That was-”

“An anxiety attack,” Olivia nodded. “They’re definitely not fun especially the first one when there is no warning of it coming on.”

“You’ve had one?” You asked.

“Yeah, after...after Lewis,” she didn’t need to finish. You felt a rage building in your chest at that man. God you wished you had been here during that time. You wouldn’t have let that man live after what he did to her. “Do you have an idea of what could have triggered it? Working that out can help.”

“I don’t know honestly,” you answered. “It just happened.”

“Well, we’ll keep an eye on things and maybe we can work it out,” Olivia smiled. She squeezed your wrist once more before letting go. Just before the two of entered the building again her phone rang. You waited for her to hang up, the look on her face telling you that there was another case.

“A body was found in Central Park, it was dragged out of the water,” Olivia informed you already typing away at her phone. “Come on, I told Cragen we would take it.” You nodded following her to your car. You hadn’t even realised that she had grabbed your jacket until she passed it to you. You slipped it on.

“Any other details?” You asked sliding into the passenger seat.

“The victim is a man, and looks like he was cut up pretty badly, unsure if there was any sexual assault passed that but with the body being in the water the chances of Warner finding any DNA is slim,” Olivia answered.

“Cutting up could mean they were the one that assaulted someone and this was retribution,” you started theorising. “But of course it is also used by people attempting to remove others sexual desire.”

“Warner will be able to tell us more and hopefully they’re in the system,” Olivia answered.

You and Olivia arrived back to the station ready to catch the others up on what you found at the crime scene. It was going to be a difficult gruesome case and you hoped that they weren’t going to be any other victims but you already knew such a hope was a lost cause. Although the attack on the victim was brutal it didn’t give the appearance of someone who knew the victim, there were markings on the wrist and ankles that spoke of restraints. There would be more, and there was no way this was the unsubs first victim, there were probably others that haven’t been identified or found. Your first task was to search through ViCAP.

“What have we got this time?” Cragen asked walking out of his office as you gathered the others around the table and tv area.

“Not much to go on yet, a male victim in his mid to late 30s, Warner estimated his death happened some time around midnight two days ago but they had only been put in the water last night,” Olivia answered. “He was cut up around the top of his thighs and along his genitals but no removal occurred.”

“The unsub most likely didn’t know the victim beyond maybe a few days max, they would most likely have used a ruse to lure them, they also bound the victim at the ankles and wrist,” you took over. “Warner said the blade used to make the cuts was jagged, potentially to make it more painful, Warner is going to do a full blood work but doesn’t think she will find anything. So, we might have no way of knowing if the victim was drugged at all.”

“There was signs of penetration, but Warner doesn’t think she will get any DNA, and it looks like perhaps the knife was used as well,” Olivia finished. “Waiting for any results to come back from their finger prints or DNA, hopefully if they’re not in the system we might get a familiar match.”

“I’m going to put everything into ViCAP and see if there are any other matches, cause it does not seem like this is the Unsubs first time doing this,” you said pulling up ViCAP on the laptop at the table. “At the moment there isn’t much to go on to make a profile, and until we know the sexuality of our victim it’s going to be difficult to know the gender of our Unsub.”

“Right well, not much else we can do for now until we get the results back or Viper pulls up another victim,” Cragen said. “The rest of you I know you have paperwork to be doing to so for now get working on that.”

The others groaned but went to the task as ordered. You settled into the chair and got to work, you knew it was always terrible to hope for other victims but at this stage it was what you needed to get started on the investigation to catch this unsub. At least this helped to keep your mind off of everything. You tuned out all the other noise of the squad room focusing on the screen in-front of you, so you didn’t notice when Nick would look up from his work every few minutes to watch you for a few seconds and then look away. But Olivia and Amanda saw it, and they shared a look, happy to leave things as they were for now but knew that it might be a good idea to talk to Nick.

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fatecantstopme · 7 months ago

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I Can't Walk Away

Pairing: Nick Amaro x plus size!reader

Summary: When you and your boyfriend break up, you're faced with the seemingly impossible task of putting yourself back together. Luckily for you, your very handsome coworker is more than happy to help along the way.

Warnings: Body image issues, low self-esteem, mentions of toxic/abusive relationships, cursing, use of pet names. SMUT, light dom/sub vibes, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V).

A/N: This was entirely self-indulgent and I have no regrets.

Spanish Translations:

Querida: sweetheart/darling

Hermosa: beautiful

Mierda: shit

Por favor: please

Si: yes

All other translations will be after the sentence in brackets/italics.

You dropped onto Olivia's couch with a huff, tears still threatening to break through your stubborn facade.

"Are we gonna talk about it or do I need to have someone beat him up?" Liv asked you, a small smirk gracing her face.

"As much as I'd love to see his ass get handed to him, I think we should avoid committing any crimes," you said lightly.

Olivia sighed softly and reached over to put her arm around you. You leaned into her shoulder and began to let your guard drop. Olivia had been your best friend for over a decade now, your time working together in SVU having brought you closer than you could have imagined.

"He was an asshole, (Y/N/N)," she said softly. "You deserve better."

"You say that, but I guess I just don't believe it," you muttered.

It nearly broke her heart to hear you speak so negatively of yourself, but she knew no matter how many uplifting words she spoke, you would still refuse to believe her.

"Maybe there's something wrong with me," you whispered, tears finally beginning to fall. "Maybe I'm broken--unloveable."

"Hey," she chided. "You are so many things, (Y/N), but broken and unloveable are not among them."

She tightened her grip on you, pulling you into a proper side hug. She let you cry into her shoulder, her own heart breaking along with yours.

You knew, objectively, she was right--your now-ex was indeed an asshole. He'd never treated you well and had often put you down and made you feel terrible about yourself. Your self-esteem had been lower than usual when you met him and in the 6 months you'd been together, he'd managed to destroy whatever vestige of self-love you had left.

There wasn't a single thing about you he didn't belittle. Whether it was your physical appearance, your career, your hobbies, your dreams...he made you feel like everything you ever did was a mistake. In his estimation, you were too fat, unintelligent, boring...and your choice in career was just about the worst thing you could do.

You'd made it your mission in life to help the victims of particularly heinous crimes, which is why you'd been working at SVU for almost 12 years. You were the squad's forensic psychologist, and you loved your work. In many respects, it was the one thing that really brought joy to your life. It was your greatest passion--and the amount of time you spent at work certainly showed it.

Yet during those 6 months with him...your love for the job had begun to wane. Every time you'd stay late or have to cancel a date, he'd berate you for it--mocking your job and your inability to 'be a real person'. Now that you'd finally taken the leap and broken up with him, you were hopeful you could fall back in love with your work.

In this moment, however, all you could think about were the horrible things he'd said to you when you told him you wanted to break up. He'd been especially cruel, calling out every physical insecurity you had and making you feel like an absolute pile of human garbage. He'd called you fat, ugly, unloveable, gross...and a million other things you couldn't bear to repeat.

You weren't thin--you knew that, but you weren't gross. That was just offensive. Unfortunately, he wasn't the first ex to make comments about your weight--something you'd been struggling with for most of your adult life. The words had hit you harder than you'd expected, making you actually think he might be right...maybe you were the problem.

Olivia's voice broke you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to stay here tonight?"

You just nodded, not trusting your voice to answer her properly.

She squeezed you a little tighter, her reassuring presence grounding you in ways you desperately needed. You were always thankful for her friendship, but it was moments like this where you were reminded how much she really meant to you.

**********

You'd spent most of the weekend at Olivia's and by the time Monday rolled around, you were feeling a little bit better. She always knew what to do and say to make everything okay. It was a gift you'd always envied and appreciated.

It was very typical of you to be the first person in the office, having been an early riser most of your life. So you were more than a little surprised when you walked into the precinct Monday morning and spotted Nick Amaro sitting at his desk.

"You're in early," you commented lightly in lieu of greeting.

He turned his gaze to look over at you and shot you a disarming smile. "I couldn't sleep, so I figured I might as well get a head start on some paperwork I've been putting off."

"Wise man. Wouldn't want to upset the boss."

He grinned. "She's strict." His voice was teasing and warm and it made you feel something in your gut you always tried to ignore.

In truth, you were extremely attracted to Nick--it was undeniable. You had not, nor would you ever, tell him or act on it. Nick was so far out of your league it wasn't even funny. Besides, he was newly single, still fresh from his divorce.

"She can be calmed with good coffee and blueberry muffins," you said conspiratorially.

Nick chuckled. "I'm gonna have to write that down."

You offered him a smile before continuing past him to your office. You were surprised when his voice stopped you after a few steps.

"How was your weekend?"

You turned back to face him. "Friday was absolute shit," you said honestly. "But I spent Saturday and part of yesterday with Liv, so it's better now."

A look of concern crossed his face. "Everything okay?"

You feigned a smile. "Everything's fine. Thanks for asking."

His eyes narrowed as he gazed at you skeptically. "Is it that guy again?"

Your cheeks darkened, embarrassed Nick even knew about your ex. "We broke up."

Nick almost looked relieved. "I would say sorry, but it wouldn't be honest. I never liked the guy--he didn't treat you right."

You were surprised he paid enough attention to the things you said to know just how badly your ex had treated you. "Oh?"

Nick stood up and took a couple steps closer to you. He was still a professional distance away, but he could speak quieter so only you could hear him.

"You deserve to be treated with respect and dignity. You're an amazing woman, (Y/N), and a good man would never treat you the way he did. He clearly didn't recognize your worth."

His words slammed into you with surprising force. "I-um-thank you," you muttered softly.

"You can thank me by dating a man who will love you the way you deserve," he said lowly. "Como una reina." [Like a queen.]

His last three words were so quiet you weren't even sure you'd heard him properly--or if you were supposed to hear them at all. You weren't fluent in Spanish by any means, but you understood the basics...enough to know he'd said something about a queen. That is, if you heard him correctly.

You were about to ask him to elaborate when Olivia came into the squad room. She sent a warm smile your way and issued greetings to both you and Nick. Her arrival broke whatever spell Nick had been under, and he went back to his desk quietly.

You went into your office, leaving the door open behind you so you could hear the goings on and the arrival of the rest of the squad. There were plenty of things for you to do, but you couldn't get Nick's words out of your head.

**********

Olivia looked up from her computer when Nick knocked on the doorframe entering her office.

"Mind if I come in?" he asked.

"Sure," she said with a smile.

He came in and quietly shut the door behind him.

"Uh-oh...closed door conversation? Everything okay?"

"With me, yes," he answered. "But I wanted to ask you something and I don't want anyone overhearing."

"Okay..."

"It's about (Y/N)."

Olivia raised her eyebrows. "What about her?"

"She mentioned she'd spent the weekend with you and she and that asshole broke up."

Olivia chuckled softly, glad to hear she wasn't the only one who hated your ex.

"I know it's not really my business, but I can tell something is really upsetting her. Hell, I've noticed a change in her since the moment they started dating--and not in a good way."

"He isn't a good person," Olivia conceded.

"Tell me about it," Nick muttered. "Anyway, I just--well, I just want to know if she's okay? I mean, really okay."

"Why don't you ask her?"

"I did, but I know she wasn't being honest with me."

Olivia sighed. She had a feeling he was asking about you for a reason, but she wasn't sure it was her place to tell him the truth. She was torn between being honest with her partner and keeping her best friend's pain to herself.

"I don't know if it's my place to tell you, but he did say some particularly cruel things about her when she broke up with him."

Nick's eyes narrowed and Olivia could see the anger flare in them. "What did he say to her?" Even his voice was laced with fury--the mere idea someone would hurt you sent him off the edge.

"I can't tell you," Olivia answered. "But if you really want to know, then I think you should talk to her. She trusts you, so she may open up to you."

Nick nodded, anger still boiling beneath the surface. "You're right--I didn't mean to intrude or anything."

Olivia shook her head. "It's alright. I know you care about her...I guess I'm just a little surprised by your anger."

He winced slightly, feeling embarrassed for his display of emotion. "I don't like the idea of some guy making her feel like shit."

"Neither do I," she said honestly. "I am curious though...what made you ask about her?"

"Wha-what do you mean?"

Olivia smiled slowly. "I mean, why do you want to know badly enough to ask me?"

Nick had a feeling Olivia could see right through him--they'd been partners for a few years after all. He wasn't sure how to answer--or if he wanted to be entirely truthful. In the end, he opted for vague honesty. "I care about her."

Olivia watched his expression in silence for a long moment before responding. "So do I."

Nick could see the meaning behind her words as clearly as if she'd spoken them aloud--don't hurt my friend. He didn't say it, but he hoped Olivia knew he would never hurt you...it would break his heart.

**********

"Hey (Y/N/N). You busy?"

You looked up to see Nick standing in your office doorway, leaning against the frame. You swallowed thickly as you pushed down the improper thoughts blazing through your mind at the sight.

"Uh--no. What's up?"

He stepped into the room, edging closer to your desk. "I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight. My treat."

You raised your eyebrows at him, unsure of the cause of his request. "Is there some sort of celebration I'm unaware of?"

He chuckled lightly. "Other than your new-found freedom, no. I just...well, I wanted to spend a little time with you. Ya know, if you want."

You bit your bottom lip as you contemplated his offer. "Well, I don't have any other plans, so why not?"

He grinned. "Excellent. Do you want time to go home first or just leave from here?"

You looked down at your outfit, suddenly feeling very frumpy and unattractive. You knew he wasn't asking you out on a date--just a friend inviting you to dinner to cheer you up. Even still, you really didn't want to go out looking like this. "Do you mind if I go home and change first?"

"Not at all. I can pick you up from your place, if you'd like?"

"Oh, uh-yeah. Sure."

He smiled again. "Perfect. 6:30?"

You nodded. "Sounds good."

You watched him walk out of your office, mind racing as you tried to figure out his motivations and what the hell you were gonna wear.

**********

By the time 6pm rolled around, you'd managed to change your clothes somewhere in the realm of 50 times, and you still weren't entirely satisfied. Even your favorite outfit didn't feel right--you could hear your ex's voice in the back of your mind telling you everything you tried on looked bad.

You dug further into your closet, looking for something simple--cover the things you wanna hide and accentuate the things you wanna show off. Your eyes fell on a beautiful black dress you'd actually never worn. You'd purchased it on a whim because you'd loved it in the store and Olivia had insisted it was too perfect to pass up on.

You pulled the dress off the hanger and put it on, pleased it still fit properly. When you turned to look in the mirror, you almost didn't recognize yourself--you actually felt pretty. The bodice of the dress was tight, but the lower half was flowy. The material was a soft, stretch satin, with a low neckline and flutter sleeves. The dress hit right above your knees and it practically screamed for a pair of heels.

You found your favorite black pumps, slipping them on and smiling at your reflection. You put on some jewelry to spice up the look, sprayed your favorite perfume, and double checked your hair and makeup one last time. You didn't wear much makeup on the daily, so you didn't go too wild with your makeup for the evening. You'd added some eyeliner and lipstick, but otherwise you looked natural. You'd actually been having a good hair day already, so you were pleased to see it was still behaving properly.

You'd just put the last finishing touches on the outfit when you heard the buzzer ring. You quickly went to answer it, and upon hearing Nick's voice, told him you'd be right down.

You took one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs feeling both excited and trepidatious. You reminded yourself once again this was just two friends having dinner--purely platonic...but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't want it to be an actual date.

Nick was waiting just outside the front entrance to your apartment building, and he turned around when he heard the door open. Nothing could have prepared you for the look on his face when he saw you.

"Santa mierda," he breathed. "You look incredible." [Holy shit.]

You blushed and looked away. "Thank you," you mumbled softly.

He stepped towards you and gently touched your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze. "You're very welcome."

He dropped his hand, but his eyes stayed fixed on your face for a long moment. "Do you like Italian?" he asked.

"Of course," you answered, silently pleased your voice sounded normal.

"Excellent." He gestured towards his car and you followed behind him. He opened the passenger door and helped you in before getting in the driver's seat.

The drive wasn't very long, and your nerves kept you quiet for most of the ride. You listened to him chatter on about nothing, simply enjoying the sound of his voice.

When you arrived at the restaurant, he once again opened your door and helped you out, but this time his hand didn't leave yours. He placed your hand through the loop he'd made with his arm and guided you to the entrance.

Once you were seated, your nerves began to ratchet up even higher. Unfortunately for you, Nick was both an extremely good detective and an annoyingly perceptive person. As such, he noticed your discomfort immediately.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you lied.

"It's just me, (Y/N/N)," he said quietly.

You exhaled slowly--realizing he was right. It was Nick for God's sake. He was your colleague, your friend. There was no reason to be nervous. "You're right."

He smiled, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. He pulled it back to his side of the table as the server arrived for your drink order.

You were grateful for the glass of wine he delivered moments later, lifting it to your lips almost immediately. You knew the liquid would calm your nerves--maybe then you wouldn't embarrass yourself.

"I'm glad you agreed to have dinner with me," Nick said softly as he sipped his own glass of wine.

"I was a little surprised, in all honesty."

"That I asked or that you agreed?" he teased lightly.

You smiled. "Definitely the former."

"I hate seeing you upset," he admitted. "I thought I might be able to cheer you up a little."

"Thanks, Nick. You're a good friend."

His face fell slightly, but he quickly hid it behind a soft smile. "May I ask you something?"

"Sure."

Whatever he was going to ask was cut off by the arrival of the server to take your food order.

As soon as the server left the table, Nick leaned forward and lowered his voice. "What did he say to you that hurt you so much?"

"What?"

"Your ex."

Your expression shifted and you looked down at the table. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me."

"Why?"

"Because whatever he said hurt you--and I'm willing to bet my career that he was wrong."

Your eyes snapped back up to meet his. His expression was deadly serious, yet it somehow put you at ease in a way only Nick could. "He said some unpleasant things about my physical appearance that I could have lived without hearing."

Surprise lit up his handsome face. "Unpleasant things about your appearance? I'll bet my life he was wrong."

Now it was your turn to be surprised. "I wouldn't make that bet, Nick."

"I'm confident. Tell me what he said and I'll judge for myself."

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before giving him a quick overview. "Essentially he said I'm unattractive and fat--I recall the word 'gross' being used as well."

Nick's temper flared instantly, the urge to punch that son of a bitch in the face nearly overwhelming. "He said what?"

Even if you didn't know Nick, you would have been able to see the rage simmering in his eyes, hear it in his tone. "It's not a big deal."

"If he was here, I'd launch him through a window. Bastard."

"I'm okay," you reassured him quietly.

Your soft voice grounded him, as it so often did, and he felt his anger dissipating. He was still angry, but the urge to hunt that asshole down had begun to fade.

"He was wrong, you know."

"Huh?"

"He was wrong. Not only are you one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on, but your body is perfectly proportioned--deliciously soft and curvy. You're about as far from gross as a human being can be."

He spoke with such conviction, such assuredness, that you almost believed him--almost.

"While I appreciate the compliment, Nick, you've never seen me naked...your opinion would change, trust me."

Nick's eyes flared with a new kind of intensity. "I highly doubt that."

"His did," you said quietly.

"He clearly didn't know what he had."

Your eyes met his, shoulders tense, discomfort obvious in every movement you made.

"Listen to me, (Y/N). I'll say it as many times as it takes for you to believe me--I think you're gorgeous. Stunning. Elegante. Sin fin perfecta." [Elegant. Endlessly perfect.] He reached for your hand and you let him take it in his. "You are a prize, (Y/N). Any man worth a damn would be honored to call you his."

You didn't know what to say. His words surprised you and warmed your soul at the same time. You could also feel the familiar tightening in your gut, accompanied by an entire swarm of butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"Forget every terrible thing he ever said to you, hermosa. Let me fill your mind with praise. Let me remind you of your beauty, inside and out, of your brilliance, of your kindness, your empathy...of all the little things that make you the incredible woman you are."

"Nick..." you whispered, his name the only coherent thing you were able to utter.

The moment was shattered by the arrival of your food. You'd been hungry when you sat down at the table, but your body was now flooded with a very different kind of hunger--a hunger you now believed Nick shared.

"Thank you, Nick," you said softly. "I know it's not nearly enough, but thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I meant every word."

You gave him a small smile. "Still..."

He returned the expression.

The two of you ate in silence for several minutes, minds clearly elsewhere. After a while, Nick noticed you'd done more moving the food around the plate than actually eating and he called you out on it.

"Eat your food, querida. You'll need your strength."

Your head snapped up, eyes meeting his gaze. "For what?"

He leaned forward. "If you'll let me, I'm going to spend several hours showing you exactly how sexy I think you are."

You gulped. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

He grinned wolfishly. "By worshipping that amazing body of yours...over and over again, until you're screaming my name."

You suddenly found it very difficult to breathe, let alone eat. Nick, on the other hand, went right back to eating his food as if he hadn't just threatened you with an incredibly good time.

You had to force yourself to focus on your food, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs.

As soon as the meal was over, Nick asked for the check and paid, revealing just how desperate he was to get back to your place.

Once again, he helped you into the car, only this time his hand lingered on the small of your back.

Anticipation flooded through you as Nick drove through the streets of the city. You'd wanted him for so long--never once thinking he'd reciprocate the desire. Despite his words earlier in the evening, you still felt a shred of self-doubt...worrying he might not find you as attractive once you were naked.

"Where's that pretty head at, querida?" he asked softly, noticing your anxiety.

"Can you promise me something?"

"Of course."

"If you don't want to go through with this...you know, when you see me without my clothes on...please just tell me. I don't want you to feel like you have to do something you don't wanna do."

He reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly. "I don't have to promise that because I know what I want, (Y/N)...and that's you. You could be a alien underneath those clothes and I'd still want you."

You laughed lightly. "I promise I'm not an alien."

He grinned. "Then we're gonna be just fine, baby."

You closed your eyes, silently willing yourself to believe him. You trusted him with your life--something you'd never experienced with any of your past relationships. Every fiber of your being told you Nick would never hurt you on purpose--never. You just needed to trust him--let go of your pain and give in to your desires.

When you finally made it back to your apartment, Nick gave you a gentle reminder. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, (Y/N)."

"I want to," you whispered.

He inhaled slowly and took a step towards you. "Say 'no' or 'stop' and I'll stop immediately, okay? No hard feelings--I won't push you."

"I don't want to say no, Nick."

He took another step towards you, effectively backing you against the wall. "If you wanna stop--"

"Nick, please just kiss me," you begged softly.

He groaned softly before leaning in to press his lips to yours. His kiss was like fire and ice--more addictive than any drug known to man. He kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe--like he would rather suffocate to death than stop.

He pressed his warm body against yours, wedging his knee between your thighs to keep you from squeezing them together. His tongue tangled with yours, quickly asserting dominance as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands went to the buttons on his white button down, quickly undoing them in a desperate need to feel his skin. He helped you remove the shirt, followed by his undershirt, leaving his toned chest bare for you to see.

You bit your lip and stifled a soft groan as you appreciated his form.

"You can touch me, querida," he said softly. "I wanna feel your soft hands on my skin."

You did as he asked, hands gliding over his smooth, tan skin. He sighed softly and leaned into your touch, lips grazing your jaw affectionately.

Your hands traveled to his hips and you began to loosen his belt. He allowed you to unbutton his pants and he helped you remove them.

"I think you're a bit overdressed for the occasion, hermosa," he teased huskily.

You tensed slightly, a feeling of dread washing over you.

Of course, Nick felt it and instantly began to sooth your worries. "You can keep on as much as you want, querida, but I want to see you. I've wanted to touch you like this since the day I met you. But if you're more comfortable keeping your clothes on, that's alright."

You looked up at him, his dark eyes warm and honest. You took a deep breath and pushed him back slightly, giving yourself the room to pull your dress off over your head.

You dropped your dress to the ground, but your eyes didn't meet his gaze--you couldn't even bring yourself to look at his face, too afraid of what you might see there.

"Querida, por favor," Nick whispered. "Look at me."

You looked up at him slowly, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you took in his hungry expression.

"I wanna kiss every square inch of your beautiful body, hermosa. Will you let me?"

You nodded tentatively.

"I need to hear you say it, baby," he pleaded.

"I want you Nick, please."

He groaned and pressed his body against yours again. "Say that again, querida."

"I want you," you whispered.

"Fuck--" He slammed his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth almost immediately. You melted in his arms, reveling in the feeling of his body against yours.

He finally pulled away to catch his breath, but his hands didn't leave your body. Now that he'd touched you so intimately, he never wanted to stop.

"Come with me," he whispered, before guiding you to your bedroom. "Lay down on the bed for me, querida."

You did as he asked, noticing how his eyes never left your body.

He made sure you were looking at him before he began to lower his boxer briefs, slowly revealing his large cock. He was already painfully hard, a bead of precum lingering at the tip.

You licked your lips in anticipation, an action he noticed with pride.

"Like what you see, hermosa?"

"Very much so."

He smiled and climbed onto the bed, covering your soft body with his hard one. "May I take off your bra?"

You nodded.

"Baby..." he said in a clear warning tone.

You understood his meaning instantly, a flood of arousal going straight to your core at the order. "Yes, papi."

His eyes widened for a moment, surprised and pleased at your use of the title. "Such a good girl, aren't you?"

A soft moan left your lips at the praise and he smiled to himself, pleased he was able to suss out what you liked.

His hand snaked around your back, deftly unclasping your bra with surprising ease. The moment your breasts were bared to his gaze, his mouth descended on you, taking a pert nipple into his mouth.

You moaned softly, fingers intertwining into his dark locks. His lips and hands massaged your breasts, giving them equal attention. True to his word, he moved tantalizingly slowly down your body, kissing every inch of skin he could, while avoiding where you needed him most.

By the time he made his way back up to your face, you were begging him to touch your pussy--pleading for some relief.

"Nick, please--I need you."

"What did you call me?" he asked harshly.

Your eyes widened lustfully. "I'm sorry, papi!"

He smiled, ghosting his fingers across your still-clothed pussy. "That's my good girl."

You whimpered at the feather-light touches he placed to your mound, desperate for more. "Please, papi."

"Hmm? Qué deseas?" [What do you want?]

"Please touch me," you begged.

"I am touching you, querida."

"More, papi. Please!"

He smiled. "Normally I'd take my time teasing you--making you beg for what you want...but if I'm being honest, I'm as desperate to touch you as you are to feel it, so I'll be nice to you this time."

He tugged your panties off quickly before spreading your thighs as wide as he could, revealing your dripping wet folds.

"All this for me, baby?" he growled.

"Only you, papi," you responded.

"Yeah? No one else makes you this wet?"

You shook your head vehemently. "No one else."

"Now I have one rule, hermosa. I wanna hear you--every little sound coming out of that pretty mouth. Be as loud as you want. Entiendes?" [Understand?]

"Si, papi," you whimpered.

He smirked as he lowered himself down onto the bed between your legs. His strong hands gripped your hips and he tugged you as close to his face as he could before diving into your pussy with a deep groan of pleasure.

You gasped at the sensation, the sound quickly becoming moans of enjoyment. Nick was quite skilled with his mouth--his tongue alone made you feel things you'd never before experienced.

Your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at the roots as you desperately sought your release.

Nick held you in place as he continued his assault on your pussy, ensuring he had complete control over your pleasure.

"Feels so good," you gasped. "Gonna cum, papi."

He groaned against your clit, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. He could feel how close you were by the way your thighs tried to close and your grip on his hair tightened.

Your moans became more desperate--needy, and he slid two fingers into your pussy, gently pressing into your g-spot rapidly.

You cried out, legs shaking slightly, seconds before your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave. His name left your lips in a gasped scream as he worked you through your high, only stopping when you began to squirm away.

You were completely breathless when he lifted his head, mouth and chin soaked in your juices. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth on his hand, licking it clean as he maintained eye contact with you. "You taste so good baby...I can't get enough."

You reached for him and he obliged, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You tasted yourself on his lips and tongue, a soft sound of pleasure escaping into his mouth.

"Querida," he whispered against your lips. "I need to be inside you."

"Please," you whimpered.

"Do you have protection?"

"I'm on the pill..."

"I'm clean," he assured you.

"Me too."

He lined his cock up with your entrance and looked back up at your face. "Are you sure, hermosa?"

"Si papi. I want you to fuck me."

He groaned softly before thrusting into you, sheathing himself fully inside of you in one swift movement.

You cried out, the stretch both overwhelming and extremely pleasurable all at once. You clutched his neck and he breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart.

"You can move," you whispered.

"Not yet, querida. I need a moment."

"Are you okay?" you asked in concern.

"Your pussy feels so damn incredible, baby...I'm just trying to control myself so I don't hurt you."

You bit your lip and lifted his face up to look at you. "I like a little bit of pain, papi." You clenched your pussy tightly for emphasis.

"Mierda," he ground out. "You sure?"

"Fuck me senseless, Nick. Por favor."

As much as he loved you calling him 'papi', hearing you say his name like that made him feral. He pulled out and thrust back in harshly, starting a fast, hard pace.

"Baby, say my name again," he begged.

"Nick," you moaned lowly.

"Fuck." He was fucking you like it was the last thing he was ever going to do and you'd never experienced anything like it.

You felt the coil tightening in your abdomen, and for the first time in your life, you knew you were going to cum during penetration. Your moans were loud enough to wake the neighbors, your nails dug into his muscular back, and your pussy had his cock in a vice grip.

"You gonna cum for me, (Y/N)?"

You nodded rapidly, unable to voice a response. The only thing coming out of your mouth was a string of incoherent moans and pleas.

"I wanna feel you cum, baby. Cubre mi polla." [Coat my cock.]

"Nick!" you whined.

"What do you need, querida? Tell me."

"More," you whimpered.

He slipped his hand between your bodies and began to gently massage your clit. "This what you need, baby?"

"Nick!" you screamed. "Don't stop!"

"That's it, baby. That's it. I've got you. Cum for me, querida. Ven por mí." [Come for me.]

You cried out in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed your senses. You clung to him desperately, as if he was a life raft while you were adrift in the ocean.

He began to chase his own high as you came down, your awareness coming back to you. His thrusts were fast and rough, his breathing ragged.

"I want you to cum for me, papi. Fill me up," you begged.

"Dios mio! You feel so good, baby. Wanna cum for you."

You clenched your pussy as tightly as you could, desperate for him to enjoy this as much as you did.

"(Y/N)!" he cried out as he came, his hot seed filling you up.

His thrusts slowed and faltered before he finally collapsed on top of you, breathless and satiated.

You held him close, running your fingers through his hair as he caught his breath. You were a little worried he would regret this now that it was over, but your fears were assuaged the moment he lifted his head to look at you.

His beautiful brown eyes were warm and loving as he gazed at you, happiness and contentment clear in his expression. "That was incredible," he murmured softly.

You blushed slightly. "You were incredible."

"As were you, querida."

He pressed his lips to yours as he pulled himself up. He rolled onto his side and pulled you with him, so your head rested against his chest.

"I'm thinking we take a power nap, then we go for round two," Nick said softly.

"Round two?!"

He grinned. "I did promise you I was gonna worship this sexy body of yours for hours."

"I didn't think you were serious, Nick," you said with a chuckle.

"Oh, baby, I'm always serious about worshipping you. I think you'll learn that very quickly."

You smiled and kissed his chest softly. You debated whether you wanted to voice the question that popped into your head, but once again, Nick beat you to it.

"You know this isn't a one time thing, right?" Nick asked gently. "I mean, unless you want it to be."

You looked up at him, expression soft and affectionate. "I was actually just going to ask you that."

He grinned. "So...you saying you might wanna see me again?"

"I see you every day, Nick," you teased.

"I mean like this, hermosa. Naked in your bed, making you scream my name, giving you as much pleasure as your pretty little body will take."

Your breath hitched in your chest, giving away just how badly you wanted that. "That too."

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. "If I'm lucky, you'll let me take you out more too. Dinner, dancing, walks in the park, musicals...whatever you want. Wherever you go, I want to be there too."

Your eyes widened in surprise and tears filled them. You'd never had someone speak to you the way Nick did, let alone want to be with you in the way he just described.

"Querida," he whispered as he wiped your eyes. "Don't cry."

"Tears of joy," you assured him. "I promise."

His expression warmed, filling with the love and admiration he clearly felt for you. "So you'll be mine then? Exclusively?"

Your lips parted and you smiled. "I would love that."

He smiled back. "Thank god...because whether you knew it or not, I've been yours exclusively for the past year."

"What?"

He blushed slightly. "I...well I've wanted to be with you since my marriage fell apart, but I didn't want you to think you were some kind of rebound, so I kept myself professional. It's gotten harder and harder to do and then seeing you dating someone who treated you so terribly knowing full-well I would die for you made it nearly impossible."

"I didn't know," you whispered.

"I went to great lengths to make sure of that," Nick said softly. "But now that I have you? Now that I know what it's like to touch you, hold you, kiss you, make love to you? Baby, I can't walk away. You're stuck with me."

You pulled yourself up into a sitting position, straddling his strong body. You leaned down to kiss him softly, pouring all of your emotion into the kiss. "There's no one I'd rather be stuck with, Nick Amaro," you whispered against his lips.

He grinned and wrapped his arms around you, kissing you with as much passion as he could muster. He was determined to spend every minute of the rest of his life making sure you knew how incredible you were, how much he appreciated you, and how madly in love with you he would always be.

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danny-pino-group-therapy · 3 years ago

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A Tale of Two Brothers Part 1

Title: A Tale of Two Brothers Part 1

Word Count: 2,948

Miguel x Reader x Nick

Warnings: None just yet. Next chapter I plan to include steam, angst, and other things I don't want to give away.

Authors Notes: So this is my first fic in a long time. My first Miguel and Nick fic ever and the first fic of this kind of genre I hope to achieve so I hope you all enjoy it and I didn't do horribly! Sorry for the shitty cover image!

“Agent Amaro? Agent Amaro? Did you hear what I just said?” Nick was shaken from his daze by a firm hand on his shoulder.

Looking up into his Captain’s eyes, he briefly shook his head and looked back down to the case file in front of him containing a photo of Miguel Galindo and his wife (Y/N) Galindo.

From the second Nick saw Miguel’s face, he did a double-take and got lost in thoughts when his Captain explained the operation and that Miguel Galindo was Nick’s lost twin brother.

“Amaro?” Captain Stillman shook Nick’s shoulder again.

“Uh, sorry, Cap. What did you say?” Nick asked, looking up again.

“I said, I know it’s a difficult case, but you’re the only one who can get in with the family. Miguel Galindo is a smart man, but he has a soft spot for family. A blind spot for family even. Ever since losing his mother suddenly, he’s been in a tailspin, and it’s gotten ugly. I hate to do this to you, put you in this situation. He’s family you didn’t know you had….” Captain Stillman continued before getting cut off by Nick.

“No, he’s my blood, but it doesn’t make him family. We all know he has ties with murders on both sides of the border. You know me, cap, I’m in. I will get the intel we need to bust the Galindo Cartel once and for all and stick him and his entire team behind bars. Blood or not. Whatever it takes.” Nick got up quickly and closed the vanilla file folder taking it with him. “Tell me when and where I need to be, and I’ll be there.” He added before heading out of the bleak grey room in the FBI’s California bureau in downtown L.A.

Walking around your empty mansion on a hill felt lonely and cold even if the sun shone in, making it bright. Being the wife of Miguel Galindo had its perks, of course, like having a doting husband who loved you and would protect you always. It also had its negatives, like no privacy and times where Miguel was gone for business, which lately seemed to be more frequent.

In your heart, you knew Miguel loved you, but your mind loved putting thoughts into your head when you’d hear whispers around the town of jealous women who would claim they had seen Miguel make out or even sleeping with other women. The thoughts ate at you the more times he left the house.

Your black five-inch heels clicked with every step you took across the beautiful, tiled floors as you paced across the room back and forth.

Miguel had promised to be home by lunch, and it was now going on nearly four in the afternoon with no word from your husband or any of his bodyguards.

You had done your hair, put on your favourite makeup, and changed into a lovely blue barely-there lingerie set Miguel had bought you on his last trip. You had a gorgeous body con dress showing off all your beautiful curves that your handsome husband loved to feel and couldn’t take his eyes off.

It was meant to be a surprise, a coming home gift if you will, but now he was late, and you were frustrated and upset.

Huffing, you grabbed your heels and started towards the stairs, grumbling to yourself angrily.

“Mrs Galindo.” Leo, one of your bodyguards, entered the living room and glanced at you.

“What?!” You snapped before sighing. “I’m sorry, Leo. You didn’t deserve that.” You clenched your jaw before turning around and looking at the tall man your husband had trusted to keep you safe when out in public.

“Mr Galindo sends his apologies for being so late but wishes for you to join him for dinner tonight at seven at The Prado.” The tall, dark brown-haired man looked at you with striking, nearly black eyes.

“If I go and he doesn’t show up, I’ll kill him.” You growled, still angry he missed lunch, and you had gone all out for him, even skipping lunch in hopes he would get in not seven hours later. “You can tell him I said so too.” You nodded before heading upstairs. “I’ll be ready by six.”

Sitting in the black SUV later that evening, you took a breath until something caught your eye in the seat beside you. Your brows furrowed before grabbing the Tiffany & Co. bag. “Leo? Was this supposed to be here?” You questioned when your trusted guard got into the vehicle to drive you to the restaurant.

“Yes, Mrs Galindo.” He said before driving down the long-paved drive.

You opened the bag noticing a small card slipped inside. Opening the envelope, you read the inside of the sweet note.

“Cariño,

I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up myself. I’ll meet you at the restaurant. Here’s a little something to make you smile. Put it on, and I can’t wait to see your dazzling smile soon.

Con todo mi amor,

-Miguel.”

Your heart melted, and you looked in the bag again before you took out a square jewellery box, unwrapping the neatly tied white bow and opening the hinged lid of the famous Tiffany blue leather box. Taking out the suede pouch, you opened it and let a beautiful diamond tennis bracelet fall into your hand. Gasping, you held it up after putting the box and bag down. “Miguel…” you whispered to yourself before feeling your cheeks and face warm from the love and butterflies you felt filling you at Miguel’s gestures and love.

A Tiffany tennis bracelet wasn’t just a drop in the bucket for everyone, but Miguel loved spoiling you when he could. Smiling to yourself, you placed the bracelet around your wrist and managed to get it clasped just fine. Holding your wrist out, you turned your arm and hand side to side slightly to let the streetlights catch on the many diamonds and shimmer around the car.

Miguel pulled up at The Prado in his town car before getting out and straightening his grey suit jacket with a single shrug of his shoulders and pulling of the coat. The man strode into the restaurant; the hostess already knew who the man was by just his face, let alone the air Miguel held when he was in a room. Confidence, power, a tone that told everyone to stay out of his way and not bother him unless asked.

The young woman led Miguel straight to the back of the restaurant into a more private area so that you and he wouldn’t be bothered. “Thank you.” Miguel smiled before sitting down and looking over the menu.

“They’re pulling up now, sir.” Luis leaned in after getting a call saying your car had pulled up out front. Miguel nodded and looked towards the front of the restaurant so he could watch for you. It had been too long, and he missed you desperately.

In another corner of the restaurant, just outside Miguel and (Y/N) Galindo’s view, Nick was seated within earshot of the table they would occupy. Tonight, he started his operation to get into the family, but first, he needed some basic information. How they were as a couple and what Miguel had been up to.

Nick had worn black-rimmed glasses and had already ordered an appetiser of crackers and hummus along with a beer. The agent couldn’t believe he was sitting here now so close to a twin brother he never knew he had. His mind raced with thoughts and conflicts but knowing he had to do what was right. The cartel was dangerous and needed to be stopped.

Ever since growing up with an abusive father and wanting to help other victims in the same situations as he, his sister and his mother were, Nick Amaro had always been on the side of the law. He started in narcotics and was a detective with Manhattan SVU before moving on from the NYPD when he knew there was no growth in the department for him. He was grateful that the FBI wanted him; he was now a field agent and had gone undercover several times.

For a detective, Nick had thought he would’ve figured out he had family lying to him along the way, but maybe he is blind to family in some way, like his twin Miguel.

The raven-haired man shook his head, clearing himself of his thoughts when he heard Miguel speaking again and heels clicking on the tiled floor. He subtly turned his head to the right to eye (Y/N) Galindo as she made her way towards her husband. Nick could’ve been easily caught by staring too long, given she was the most gorgeous woman he had laid eyes on. The man had to remind himself tonight was not the time to reveal himself, and he could not take this woman, for she was already taken by his cartel leader brother no less. Nick groaned and drank his beer, preparing to hear what the couple had to say.

“There she is. You look beautiful, mi amor.” Miguel wrapped you into his arms, holding your hips briefly and kissing you tenderly, smiling against them. He wished he had just gone home and had dinner so he could get you to bed sooner if he were being honest.

Your husband slipped around you and slid your chair out for you before you sat down and scooted it back. “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming home.” You raised a brow, deciding maybe you shouldn’t let Miguel off the hook so fast.

“I’m sorry, baby, business took a bit longer than I had planned, and I had a few more meetings than I had anticipated.” Miguel frowned, hoping you could forgive him. He took your left hand, bringing it down on the table with his and tracing your inner wrist, bracelet and up to your wedding band before returning to your wrist again and grabbing your hand, holding it tenderly in his. “Won’t you forgive me?” He said with a little boyish charm and eyes that had mischief behind them but looked like sad puppy dog eyes.

“That doesn’t make up for leaving me all dressed up at home with lunch and a surprise for you for nearly four hours and not a word about where you were.” You tiled your head, raising a brow, trying to hold your resolve.

“A surprise?” Miguel smirked, the corners of his lips curling under his neatly trimmed beard. “What was the surprise? You still have it waiting for me?”

“Nope…that surprise expired at four when I got comfortable and took a nap.” You smirked. “I do forgive you, though. I just miss you. It’s…it’s too quiet when you’re gone.” You sighed and took a sip of the wine Miguel had ordered while waiting for you to come inside. “Just glad you showed up tonight. Didn’t want to have to kill you or anything.” You teased.

“I heard from Luis that you would if I didn’t show. I’d like to see you try, my love; I’d like to see you try.” Miguel had an amused glint in his dark hazelnut eyes as he chuckled from deep within his chest and took a sip of his wine, swirling his glass. “I’m sorry, amor, I know I’ve been gone a lot more often. So many meetings lately, so many promising things in our future, and I can’t wait to share them with you, but this isn’t the time or the place.” Miguel gave your hand a tender squeeze.

Nick listened in curiously about what business dealings Miguel could potential have in store. Was it legitimate or illegal? All in due time, Nick figured he’d find out.

The man listened in on the couple who made happy light conversation, figuring they never would discuss business in public or any personal information, given Miguel had the reputation to keep up a perfect public appearance of a happy and proud family man.

Sighing, the tired agent took another swig of his beer and waited for the Galindos to leave, figuring tomorrow would be the day he officially met and started his investigation of his twin, Miguel Galindo.

The following morning Nick pulled up to the Galindo residence and stopped at the gate in his modest four-door sedan he had rented while doing this undercover stent. Nick pressed the call button and waited for someone to answer.

“Who is this?” One of the many guards spoke through the speaker from up by the house.

“Uh yeah, this is Nick Valens,” Nick came up with a fake last name for his time undercover. “I’m here in hopes that I can meet Miguel Galindo. I…I um, well, I’m his twin brother.” The man cleared his throat.

There was silence on the other side of the speaker before the buzzer sounded, and the gate started to draw back, opening for Nick to drive up to the big house perched on top of the small hill just outside Santo Padre. The man took a deep breath as he pulled up to the front door area, where he was met with a team of guards, all armed with guns at their sides.

One with long braids came up to his driver’s side and tilted his head, silently asking him to step out of the car. Nick did as he was asked, and as he looked at the guard, the man looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“Is this a joke?” Nestor spat out after a minute before shaking his head. “Uh, sorry. You said your name was Nick Valens? Miguel’s twin?”

“Yeah, look, I know it’s all confusing, but I just found out recently and came out here to meet him. Well, hopefully.” Nick laughed dryly as he looked around at the number of guards. “If I can get past the….” The handsome man waved his hand around to the guards and cameras. “First round of approval. I thought I’d have to face his wife or family for approval first.” Nick smiled, proud of himself for making a little joke. Nestor shook his head, smirking a bit, knowing Miguel would never believe this shit.

“Yeah. Stay there, alright.” Nestor looked over to the other guards alerting them to keep an eye on Nick as he headed into the house and to Miguel’s office. He rapped on the door with his knuckles a few times before hearing his childhood best friend and boss telling him to come in. When Nestor entered the clean, well-kept sophisticated office, he glanced at Miguel, who had his head down looking at some contracts in a stack on his desk.

“How can I help you, Nestor….” Miguel drawled out, never looking up.

“Hey uh, Mikey.” Nestor started before Miguel looked up, curious and annoyed as to why Nestor was calling him by his childhood nickname, which they shared growing up and in casual moments still, during business hours. “There’s someone who’s here to see you. And before you say no, I’m pretty sure you’re going to want to see him.” The cartel leader furrowed his brows and stood up, his black dress shirt clinging tightly around his chiselled chest just right as he headed out of his office, followed by Nestor.

“This better be worth it, Nestor.” Miguel grumbled as he headed to the front door opening it and instantly finding his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Nick.

“It is.” Nestor whispered, slipping around Miguel and back outside. “He says he’s your twin.”

Miguel felt so many emotions, shock overall but betrayed, angry, joyful, and sadness. He instantly wanted to know why his mother never told him of a twin. Was she even his mother? How many lies was he told? Did this man who looked exactly like him know anything more than he did? The leader shook his head, trying to clear his mind and eyes of tears before clearing his throat and stepping forward.

Nick was shocked all this time Miguel was only a photo until last night when he got a brief glance and had heard him speak. Seeing his twin face to face made him wonder if this was why his father had been so angry all those years. Not that it gave him an excuse. He was still and always would be an abusive son of a bitch, which Nick would never forgive, but was he upset as his Ma because Miguel was given up for adoption, and he didn’t want to? He never saw his Ma doing that, but nothing made sense right now. The undercover agent had to get his head back into the game and shook his head before stepping forward, looking over his brother, working up tears.

“I-I’m Nick Valens, and I’m your twin brother.” Nick spoke softly, his voice wavering with emotion from his thoughts.

“Miguel Galindo. I never heard anything of you. I want to know more.” Miguel suppressed his emotions best he could, even if everything inside of him was screaming. He stepped aside and waved the man inside of his home. There was a familial connection there, Miguel couldn’t deny the feeling, but as a cartel leader, he always had a healthy dose of suspicion. With the many dealings, he had to make sure things were on the up and up, and everything went smoothly.

Both men had a lot riding on this meeting; it could mean a future as happy brothers, unanswered questions and feelings finally answered once and for all, or it could lead to heartache, unhappy memories, or bloodshed. Only time would tell.

Final Notes: It's a tad long so I decided to stop myself and break it into two parts. Please Please Pleaseeee comment and like and reblog if you like this or just let me know your thoughts! Thanks guys.

A special shout out to @breanime for letting me bounce ideas off her and letting me message her constantly lol. I've admired your work Bre for so so long and it was in part due to you that I decided to write my own. It was also in part due to @itsjustmyfantasyroom @mrsamaroevans @dannypinot @burningtacozombie for their fics and amazing photos and gifs of the beautiful Danny Pino. Also thank you to @irishavengersassemble for being my best friend and sister for so long and always supporting me. Okay, I'll stop, I'm not winning a Pulitzer prize here. Chapter 2

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Three Words Ch 7

Casey Novak x reader. Some Nick Amaro x reader in this chapter. Warnings: Language, smut, some more of the usual hurt/comfort.

It had been at least a week since the night you’d spotted Casey, but despite your heartbreak you seemed completely unable to steer clear of her. Part of you was still her friend, joining her for post work drinks, especially when others were involved, your heart unable to say no when she needed you, unable to push her away when she asked if you needed a walk home. Even more unable to bring up the other woman, you just settled for second best, knowing that’s how it had always been, knowing that you’d simply have to settle in life, it was already what you were used to, why change things now? It’s not like she changed things, disappearing from your apartment regularly during the night.

It was that Friday when you’d finally had enough, you’d spent half the autopsy complaining to Melinda about the situation, she’d obviously chastised you for continuing to sleep with Casey (despite her earlier encouragement, she was clearly on another ship by now). Thankfully you were at the point of anger, of frustration and you didn’t have to worry about any more tears spilling while you worked. It was when Amaro showed up, asking for specific reports on behalf of Olivia that she spoke up, a smirk evident on her face despite the mask covering her lips.

“Parker, you’re good, head out for tonight, it sounds like you need a drink.” You shot her a glance as she reassured you, moving into the change room while she talked with Amaro. You nearly jumped when you returned into the hallway, his voice ringing through the space.

“You wanna grab a drink?” It was this time that you didn’t miss the way his cheek dimpled when his lips curved up into a smile, the way his eyes softened in your direction.

“I..yeah..sounds great.” You gave him your most genuine smile, following him out of the M.E.’s office to his car.

You ended up at Dive 75, you honestly weren’t too surprised, the bar had board games spread throughout he tables, a little extra way to break the ice, and considering Nick had two kids, it was basically his niche by now. You both picked over some wings and mozzarella sticks, you’d surprised him with your choice of an Amber City Ale to drink. You let out a genuine laugh as you beat him in another round of connect four,

“Oh come on Nick, you can’t be this bad at this game, stop letting me win!”

“I promise I’m not!” You smirked, giving his leg a shove under the table,

“Yeah, sure..” Shooting him a grin as the waitress approached, both of your drinks having been emptied. When she asked if you wanted refills you glanced across to Nick, a gleam in your eye, “I’m ah..I’m good.” He met your eyes with the same gleam.

“We’ll grab the bill.” He shot you a wink, “Together.”

“Nick!” You tried to protest, but he was quick to insist he would be paying, he had invited you out after all. You paused briefly on the sidewalk out front, thinking about what Warner had told you, not to mention the way you’d clicked with such ease that night. Nick however was quick to beat you to it, yet again.

“I had a great time tonight Y/N..” He started, closing in on you, you felt your cheeks burn at the admission,

“I did too..” It only took a second, your hands grasping as his belt, his softly cupping your cheeks, lips meeting each other oh so gently, moving with passion. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue delving into your mouth, a hand wrapping around your back, tugging you against his warm body while your arms wrapped around him, lost in the taste and feeling of him against you. You let out a gasp as his teeth sunk into your lower lip, tugging it away from your mouth, the spark evident in his eye even as he spoke.

“Sorry..”

“Don’t be…” You breathed, face flushing, “I..uh..I’m in Midtown, you okay to drop me off?” He smirked at that.

“Sweetheart, as long as you’re okay with it I won’t just be dropping you off.” You practically launched at him at that, tongue plunging into his mouth, lightly moaning against how he was more than welcome to just drive you home.

It didn’t take long for Nick’s car to park in the garage of your apartment, you doing your best to not let your nerves overcome you as you giggled your way through the elevator ride. Dropping your keys on the entrance table you kicked off your shoes, shouldering off your coat to the rack while Nick did the same. Turning to him gently, a brow quirked,

“You…want a drink?”

“Did you?” He smirked back at you, already knowing the answer. You laughed in response, tugging him to you, if you were going to be that person, use him to get over someone else, why bother with the niceties. Your lips met in a crashing kiss that you immediately let him dominate, leading him backwards to your bedroom. Groaning at the taste of him against your tongue as you tugged his tie, eager to gain access to his bare frame. He was quick to slide his hands under your top, cupping and pinching at your tits, his hips thrusting against you at the moan it elicited.You were more than okay with him tossing your shirt and bra to the side, you nipped at his lip, smirking at him while you dropped to your knees.

Your hands made quick work of his belt, pulling his pants and briefs down, a vocal groan left your lips at the sight of his leaking cock. You gave his tip a soft kiss, humming at the salty taste of his pre cum before you sucked his length into your mouth. Nick let out a very audible groan, his hands shooting to dig into your hair, the feeling of your lips almost too much to bare for him. He did his best to be gentle as your mouth wrapped around his cock, the sounds nearly too much for him before you gave him a powerful suck, tugging off him.

“C’mon Nicky…fuck my face…” The look of surprise on his face caused you to chuckle, laying a long lick on the underside of his dick, your mouth staying wide open for him to take advantage of.

“Jesus Sweetheart..you sure?” All it took was a gentle nod and your lips closing around him before he began to thrust against you. Your nails dug into his thighs as you braced against him, the string of groans edging you on even worse than before. You wanted his fucking cock more than you’d ever imagined, feeling your panties dampening at the feeling of him hitting your throat. When he hit your gag reflex you pulled off, a sting of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth that he loudly swore at the sight of.

“Need you..” Was about all you could manage out before he grabbed you, tossing you against your bed, smirking at the way you giggled when your body bounced against the mattress. You thought he’d simply plunge into you, your hips thrusting up at the desire, surprised when his mouth met your cunt, a shake leaving your body. His mouth fucked you slowly, eager to repay you for your earlier actions. If you had ever throught about sleeping with Nick Amaro, you’d never thought he’d be this fucking talented with his mouth, lips wrapping around your lower ones, tongue plunging into you with ease, groaning at the taste of you, moaning for more. Your hands dug tightly into his hair, a string of swears leaving your lips, whimpers as your body shook against him, coming much quicker than you’d thought.

“You okay?” His voice was unbelievably soft as he pecked up your bare skin. Your head nodded, breath shaky as you grasped his cheek, pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Please…fuck me.” It only took a second before he smirked at you, you pulled a condom from your night table, passing it to him, he gave you a gentle kiss as he slid it on. His cock hit your clit, causing your to gasp, hips thrusting up against his body, “P..pleasee….” You begged out. He wan’t one to deny you, sinking into you heat, groaning at the feeling of you around him.

“Fuck baby…you feel so fuckin’ good.” You whimpered at the feeling of Nick plunging into you, cock dragging across your walls in ecstasy, “Fuck.” He stuttered, “Look at how good you’re taking my cock. Good girl.” The praise had your head thrown back against the pillows, hands scrambling against Nick’s body, in any attempt to tug him closer to you, body thriving against his.

“Nick..please…I’m gonna…” The words barely left your mouth before his fingers hit your clit, pinching and rolling at it, your hips thrusting against his even harder, whines leaving your mouth as you body shook against his, juices leaking over his thighs. His cock dragged against you a few more times before you felt him shudder, coming into the condom, his breath uneven and heavy as he disposed of it in the garbage.

“C’mere.” You gave a gentle sigh, more than willing to let his arms wrap around you.

“You okay?” You asked quietly, hand barely daring to touch his bare chest. It was almost as Nick could feel the hesitancy, grabbing your hand, pulling it around him while he shot you glance.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” He gave you a soft kiss, lips moving with ease against yours, free hand stroking against your hair. You felt like it only took a moment before you were lulled into a sleep against his body, surprised at the warmth he enveloped you in.

Letting out a brief sigh you rolled over, not surprised to find the bed empty. It’s not like people disappearing in the middle of the night was anything new, you didn’t know why you expected anything different at this point. You let out a groan of a huff, heading to the en suite, splashing your face with water, making sure to brush your teeth, you felt your body tense when you heard movement at the other end of your apartment. Figuring it must just be your imagination you hesitantly made it to the entrance, shocked to find Nick locking the door behind himself, a grin on his face.

“Hope it’s okay I borrowed your keys, you didn’t seem to have much for breakfast, or coffee.” Your brows scrunched, confused at the tray in his hand. He stopped, taking in the look on your face, pausing in conversation,

“You…you’re still here?”

“Yeah..” He gave a soft laugh, testing the waters, “I…I can leave if you want me to.”

“No…” You spoke softy, unsure of what you actually wanted, “I…I’m just not used to people staying over…they usually vanish in the middle of the night.” He gave you that usual cheeky smile, pulling you closer to him, kissing your forehead,

“I’ll leave if you want to, but I’m more than okay with staying.”

“I..yeah…that sounds great.” You gave him the best smile you could muster. You had to admit, the sex had been great, and you knew you needed to get over Casey, maybe O’Halloran and Melinda were right, maybe this was the way. You led him to your couch where you ended up spending the rest of the day laughing over t.v. and groaning over delicious takeout, snuggled up against each other until Olivia ended up calling him into work. Nick gave you a soft kiss, telling you he’d call you soon (though you highly doubted that) before taking off into the cold night

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